Sunday, December 21, 2008

I'm still around

Dear All,

Yes, I am still around, however the internet connection I am working through is just about as bad as it gets. I don't think I'm even running at a 56k connection right now. Trying to work through a sat phone is the worst thing in the world, it really is.

I have read a few blogs, but it just takes way too long for them to load at the moment. I expect to be back home, happy and safe by the middle of January.

I had already told my wife what she needs to do for my home cumming, and I think she got the point and will be dressed appropriately and be prepared for an enjoyable night of drinking, partying and sex.

I will be able to be contacted through email, so if you feel like it, please drop me a line.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

TMI Tuesday, or a little too late

Excuse me while I write this, my brain isn't functioning correctly right now, I have been awake for almost 40 hours, flying for 30 hours, 2 layovers, it's midnight here, and the next leg of my flight leaves at 5am then the leg after that at 1:30 in the afternoon. My day is long, and I don't think I will be able to sleep much.


1. Do you consider sexy underthings a present for you or your partner?

I can't really say yes to this one, they look good, and can be fun to dress and undress, but in the grand scheme of my day I don't care. It doesn't make a difference if she is wearing a sexy outfit that matches top to bottom or not. Yes it can be quite arrousing to look at, but I have never in my life seen an outfit and been really excited over it.


2. What are 3 characteristics of "your type"? Have you best relationship(s) been with your type or when you have gone against it?

I can tell you how I want a woman to look, but that is just a bit too easy. I want the normal things, she needs to laugh at my bad jokes, get me a drink when I'm too lazy to get up, enjoys laying her head on my lap when we watch a movie, needs to want to fuck like a rabbit, and enjoys sitting in bed doing absolutely nothing for a morning.


3. What is on your Santa list this year?

I really dont want anything, I have a habit of buying something if I see it. The only thing that I really want at the moment is one of those electronic books. My flight today had me lugging around 4 books in my bag, 3 of which were finished already. I wish i could carry 100 books in the little gizmo and not have to worry about running out of material.

4. Generally speaking, who has historically had a higher libido, you or your partner(s)?

Generally me, but my wife almost always gives me what I want, there are some days I think she just knows that I will be looking for some fun and waits for me to start.


5. The unsculptured female bush seems to have passed from fashion. What about men, do you think they need to trim and shave "down there"?

I shave, I shave it all except for a small strip from my belly button down to about an inch from the base of my shaft. I expect my woment to shave, and I do the same in turn.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

It had to happen one day

I broke the slots on my bed this afternoon. I came home from work a little early today, and led my wife up to the bedroom after some foreplay in the living room. To make a long story short (I'm tired and NEED to go to bed) I pulled her back on me, and as we both fell onto the bed. The slats that support the matress decided to give way and half of them on one side snapped. I did do a quick fix, I went to Home Depot, bought some plywood, and laid it down over the remaining slats, and it does support us, for the moment anyway.

-Rewind a few hours-

I happened to meet up with my almost AM friend. This was the last time I will meet with her. Remember the bad feeling I had about her, I think I was right, she acted like a total idiot, announced to the waiter that we were both married and, in her words, "will fuck like it's 1999". I actually think she was high, which I'm usually ok with, as long as she would have been able to maintain some level of self control. After we left the reasturant she asked if I wanted to go back to her house, an offer which I politely declined, then we kissed, which was nice. I just couldn't get over the fact that she really didn't have a brain.

I was quite ready to go at this moment, and hurried home to my waiting wife.

Monday, December 1, 2008

TMI Tuesday #163

1. What are your turn-ons?

I really enjoy a womans hair, hair that I can run my fingers through and not find a single knot, hair that smells as good as it looks. Hair that I can grab a handful of and not mess it up. Hair that I can play with


2. What are your turn-offs?

Someone that does not take care of herself, smells bad, looks unkept. I don't mean like when you wake up and you are a mess, or you are having a bad day or are in a hurry and just didn't dress up, everybody has bad days. More along the lines of being a mess on a day to day basis.


3. Not counting your turn-ons, what's the best trait a person can have?

A good smile and a sense of humor. Someone that will laugh at a bad joke even when they know that it's bad.


4. Not counting your turn-offs, what's the worst trait a person can have?

Soemone who takes life too seriously. There is nothing so bad in this world that you can't enjoy yourself at least a little, no matter what is going on.


5. What's your biggest pet peeve?

Slow drivers in the left lane. Move over people, it's common courtesy. In Europe people have figured this out, but in the US we just havn't been able to do this yet on a regular basis.



Bonus (as in optional):Describe your best and worst experience.

The worst, can be found here a few weeks ago, look at part 1. The best, was this morning. I woke early and my wife just rolled over. There was nothing special, no costumes or games. Just nice calm, normal, love making. If I'm luck the next time will be even better, as it always is.

The summer beach house

Last summer I took some time off, and for one week I spent it at the shore with my wife. We had invited friends over and we played drunken scrabble (who knew the dictionary could be so much fun?).

After a few drinks too many my wife and I left the group to spend some quality time together in our room. I hadn't even walked into the bedroom before she had my t-shirt off and somehow wrapped around my hands to form an impromptu pair of handcuffs. My basketball shorts came off just as easily, leaving me standing there, naked and bound. I could have easily fought her, made it hard for her to undress me, but I let her lead me where she wanted to go.

She had me sit at the foot of the bed as she pulled her panties off. With her bottom exposed she lifted her dress and moved into position over me. In the dark of the room my mouth found her lips, and my tongue fondled her clit. She was in complete control of me as she moved my face where she wanted me to go.

Next she commanded me on to the bed, my hands still tied behind my back. I could have escaped my bonds any time I wanted, but I chose not to. She came up behind me and her hand wrapped around my cock, it was different. Before she touched me she put a little lube on her hand, causing a cold wet feeling around my shaft as she slid her hand up and down it. She had one hand jerking me off, the other was fondling my balls. My hand tied behind me found her wet vagina, and with one finger lightly rubbed her pussy slowly front to back.

She wanted to know when I was going to cum, she wanted me to tell her. I could feel the sense of urgency growing, building up inside until I was ready to blow. When I gave her the word her other hand moved to catch my release so that she could have a taste.

Once we were done we hastily cleaned ourselfs off and walked back out into the living room for some more fun and games.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

No nothing bad has happened

I will be going away for a little while. First off, nothing bad has happened, I will be doing some travel for work. As it stands right now I expect any internet service that I could possibly get will be monitored, slow, and time limited. I don't expect to be able to post here, and if I did it would be quite boring as I will pretty much be in an almost all male environment.

I will probably still check my e-mail whenever I can, but even that is questionable.

Wish me luck, I leave later this week and I expect to be back sometime around mid January.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

She missed me

I finally saw my good friend Mrs Legs today. She missed me, we hadn't seen each other since just about the end of October, and it's almost the end of November. We had talked a few times but our paths hadn't really had a chance to cross, mostly due to me traveling.

I walked into her house around 9 this morning, she was alone, and waiting for me. She had left the door open for me, and I let myself in. She was running late, and I was a little early. The reason that this was a problem was because ewe had already talked on the phone, and I had made mention that I vaguely remembered seeing a corset hiding in the back of her closet an while back, and I thought it would look incredible on her.

I was right.

Boy was I right.

As soon as I walked into her place she was running up the stairs to her room to finish getting dressed, but the small glimpse that I caught was enough to give me an incredible erection. I couldn't help it. I just stood there, two feet in the door, my hand stroking myself through my pants staring at the stairs for her to come back down.

I guess she couldn't find the rest of the outfit because she walked back down the stairs, with a sad baby face on, telling me that she lost some clothes. I couldn't help but smile, the view from my end was great. She sort of bopped her way down the stairs, and threw her arms around me and gave a huge passionate kiss. She was very glad to see me.

I picked her up and carried her to the couch, her thighs wrapped around my waist as we continued to kiss. I was able to lay her down on the couch without breaking free of her kiss. We didn't stop as I undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I wanted to be in her more than anything else, but not yet. Instead I reach down and put some pressure on her clit with my head. She was wet beyond belief.

Her had had found my pants and was frantically searching through my pockets. She was ready for me, and I would not stop her. She found it, tore it open, and put in on as fast as she could, knowing the faster it was on me the fast I was in her.

The first thrust of my cock, caused her whole body to tense up, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her feet pulling me in, while her thighs tightened to keep me out, her pelvis angled itself to take me.

I didn't try to be gentile, with every ounce of strength I pushed against her, over and over. Then I stopped and slid myself firmly in. I pulled out at an angle so that my shaft slid right off her clit, and I thrust back in the same way. Then out.

I motioned for her to flip over and leaned her over the arm of the couch. It squeaked with each movement that we made together. Until I came. I pulled her onto me sitting her on my lap as I throbbed in her, she did not stop playing with my balls, and kept me hard for a little while extra. I finally had a good chance to look at her costume, a small slightly rigid pearl white corset that covered half her nipples, holding her breasts firmly in place. It fit her perfectly.

Being the day after thanksgiving, her husband at work, and me out riding we had all day together, and what a day it was.

The sexy ladies not (yet) in my life

There are a few blogs I read on a regular basis. For the most part I think of these folks as friends, not because I actually know them, but because on some level I feel like I do. Some of the ladies here I have no clue what they look like, some I have seen in pictures, and one that I met in person. All of them incredible and all of them are on my 'hit it' list.

The incredible southern belle

The infinitely sexy Ms. Lilly

Words that are only matched by her body

A mind I wish I could only get inside, once, maybe twice if we have time

This isn't an all inclusive list, but these four just do something for me, each one in her own way.

And lastly the AM date that didn't work out, just might have. I have talked to her a few times this week, and if it wasn't for opposing family obligations we would have met for a long lunch today, or over the next two days. Unfortunately I won't be able to see her until Monday, and then later this week I will be disappearing for a little while. The online chats, in the mean time, have been quite the sexually charged conversations.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

TMI Tuesday #162

1. What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?

I really have a thing for stuffing, it's probably the best food of that one meal.



2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?

Millie Vanillie, I don't think I need to explain why/



3. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?

Knowing me, I would waste it away, spending the whole amount over the course of a week on absolutely nothing.



4. What is your favorite curse word?

It's very much a toss up between fuck which is just the original curse word, and cunt, which just sounds so, well, evil.



5. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?

I would go attend the original Woodstock, then I would go back and attend it a few more times, intentionally avoiding myself so that I would not have the same experience each time. After that I would stand in line to watch the original star wars the opening night, except that I would tell everybody standing in line the entire story while we wait. My next stop is to my stock brokers office circa 1994 so that I could buy some tech stocks, then back around early 2001 to sell.




Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?

I would like to fly, it is the most useful super power. It would open up whole new worlds of adventures for me, plus it would just be fun to fly around.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Shopping and toys

I disappeared to the south for the last week, leaving my wife all alone at home.

Somehow she managed to wear out a few of her toys, and she hatched a plan to go shopping after she picked me up from the airport. She has a habit of coming up with these great plans, she figures out exactly what she wants to do, and then tries to get me to figure out what she wants and then wants me to take her to do what she wants to do. I usually figure it out when she directs me to drive the long way home, or she tells me it would be nice to go somewhere she hasn't been for a long time.

The other night she decided to go toy shopping. I was more than happy to take her, although she is next to impossible to shop for. I have tried to buy her toys in the past, but usually she uses them once for my viewing pleasure, then they get relegated to the back of the toy drawer and never see the light of day again.

I like to think that I am good at picking out toys for women. I also realize that toys are designed to be better stimulants than my dick ever can hope to be. I have tried to vibrate, and no matter how much I try it just doesn't work. Toys can bend in ways I can't, touch places that I can't touch, although I am fairly confident that for most women a toy can never replace the feeling of 'him'. Plus they are fun to play with.

We walk into the store, which is in a small, one story building on a main road. The door is around back, along with the dimly lit parking lot, which is covered in security cameras. Oh, what these cameras must see. In the store every available inch of real estate is taken, one wall of sexual fun. We make our way to the corner of the store that we came for.

Every toy is hung on the wall in it's group, dildohs with dildohs, vibrators with vibrators. We each pick a few toys out, discussing each ones merits along the way. Some neither of us could figure out, others are more obvious. We finally settle on three, a thin longish vibrator, a rubber vibrating cock ring, and my personal pick, a curved and ribbed slightly-larger-than-my-dick dildoh.

We walk into the house and I go upstairs to shower. I took my time showering, after a week away one of the nicest feelings is to shower at home.

I walk downstairs, and my first view is of her, legs spread, one leaning on the armrest of the couch, the other propped against the coffee table. The vibe was bouncing off her piercing, a very solid metal, almost mechanical sound. The dildoh, plunging in and out. I couldn't help myself. I wanted more than anything to be that toy, but I didn't want to interrupt the rhythm in front of me. Instead I leaned over and kissed her, not touching her anywhere except with my mouth to hers. My hand reached down to help her, taking over the dildoh duties. I sat on the floor next to her and kept going. Each thrust of my hand got her closer to orgasm until I could see her thighs tense, pulling her knees closer together as she came.

Next was my turn. She was already waiting for me. I pulled her in close, so that she came down to my level on the floor. I moved her over me positioning her so that she could easily sit on my lap. She sat down and started to ride me. Ride me she did. I just sat there as she pleasured herself over me. In reality it was me who was enjoying it more.

Bad attitudes

I am in a bad mood today. I was in a bad mood yesterday too. In fact I think I have managed to completely piss off everyone around me.

My wife isn't happy with me, although she is the least angry of the bunch. I've been short with her all weekend. I snapped at her a few times about inconsequential things that I should have just kept my mouth shut about.

I alienated Mrs Legs when I carefully explained to her yesterday morning that I was busy all weekend and no matter how much she begged me to come out I was more interested in staying home.

VJ called me Saturday night and asked about her idea for a threesome which I politely refused the first time, and the second time. The third time she asked I let her have it. I didn't hesitate in telling her that it just wasn't going to happen, she should stop trying, and if I hear about it again I don't want to hear from her.

I also managed to royaley piss of half a dozen other friends at the same time. Esse, I think is the only person that isn't completely angry at me at the moment.

The reason, I haven't smoked since Friday night. I have smoked for the better part of 18 years, and if you know my age, yes that is how old I was when I first started to smoke. This isn't the first time that I have tried to quit. I've tried a few times, but since I'm telling you right now that I'm trying to quit again, that means that I've never actually suceeded.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 2

Continuing my very boring (sexually) week away from home, today was no exception. I went out to a professional dinner where I was able to hobnob with some fairly important people. I had low hopes for the night and have resigned myself to going home tomorrow horney and alone. I did see the light at the end of the tunnel today, after dinner a few of us went out to a local bar for a few extra drinks, then on the way home from the bar a few less of that group stopped at a liquor store for a few beers, and then we preceded up to her room. What I had heard her say as let's go up to my room and play poker, sounded in my head let's go up to my room and have some fun. Apparently it really meant lets go up to my room and play some poker, which we did until she decided that it was bed time and I left.

Tomorrow sounds like it will turn out fun. My wife will be picking me up from the airport, and she says that she has a surprise for me...

I will fill in the void with another bad sexual encounter. This one isn't nearly as bad as the last one I wrote about, but it could have easily put me in more trouble than I would care to ever need to deal with.

The first time I slept with VJ.

She had invited me to take her out, and at the time we hadn't seen each other in a long time so I jumped at the chance to see her. Since she still lives with her parents (a big thank you to her dead beat ex husband/baby daddy who doesn't support them) I had to deal with that first hurdle, which wasn't too bad. We have known each other since high school, and I had slept over her house back then, in a very innocent fashion, so I was already familiar with them.

They still gave me the third degree, where are you going, what are you doing, when are you going to be back.

We are going to the bar then to the back seat of my car, your daughter, and when I am done, in that order.

We went out to a small local bar, nothing special, the type of place that you need to watch out where you sit because it could be Bob's seat, which he hasn't left in the past eight years. That type of bar. A few drinks, enough to get reacquainted, but not enough to get drunk and we made a quick exit. I was being very picky about where to take her after the bar. We had already made our intentions very clear as to what activities we would be participating in, and I was on a mission to find a nice private, secluded place where we could be alone.

I finally did find a place, in a dimly lit empty parking lot, near the beach. Neither of us wasted any time removing our clothes, and within seconds we were naked, our hands groping and grabbing each other. I went down on her and she eagerly returned the favor. In fact her oral skills were amazing, and she was able to give me a memorable blow job, good enough to get me to cum within a few minutes. It was so warm in the car that i had to open the windows to let some air in.

Lucky for me (rather my ego) I was able to get it back up without a break in the action. For round two we dove straight into the sex. Over the course of the next hour we mush have tried every position in the Karma Sutra that was even remotely possible in the back of a car. Front, back, top bottom, upside down, inside out. There were hands and feet on every surface in the car pushing and pulling.

Toward what would become the end of our sexually charged back seat romp I had her laid across the seat with me on top. Through the front window I though I could see a light in the distance, but I ignored it. I had noticed a few random cars pull in and out of the parking lot while we were there, and I dismissed this one as being no different. Except this one was. It didn't stop and turn around like the rest, it slowly came closer until the drivers window was a foot away from my window. When I realized that this car kept coming closer I froze, got as low as I could with her under me and stopped making any noise.

Then he talked.

"What are you doing in there son?"

My response has turned into a classic line between VJ and myself, and we refer to it on a regular basis.

"Uh, well officer, pretty much what it looks like"

I'm pretty sure that he could see my naked ass sticking up. I couldn't see him, his flashlight was pointing right in my face, blinding me. He gave me the order to get out of there, and I wasn't about to argue.

We wound up going out to another bar near her house and a few more drinks before I finally made the trek home. I only realized after what could have happened. Trying to explain an indecent exposure ticket would not have been good for me.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 1

So this week is turning out pretty much like the last one. To be blunt, I ain't gettin none! I am away again for work, this time in the wonderful south, my wife is home, and I am alone. I did have plans to have a friend over, but she hasn't called me back since I told her I would be staying near her last week. She asked me to call her when I got in, but she has not answered or called me back.

We did sleep together once, and it was mostly good (hence the title). Almost 2 years ago we worked together, not on a regular basis, but we did correspond through email, phone calls, and once or twice when I traveled to her city. On one trip we were talking and she asked me if I was able to go out with her that night. I was easily pursuaded to go with her, trust me it didn't take much discussion to convince me. We had always flirted with each other when we talked, and the sexual tension was easily noticable.

We wound up going to her sisters house to play scrabble. Sounds exciting right? I actually enjoy playing scrabble, it is probably my favorite board game. We played, got drunk and were having a great time when she proclaimed to everyone in the room "OK it's time to go the night is young and we gotta fuck". I could almost feel myself jumping for joy, but I did manage to contain my enthusiasm long enough to make it out the front door. I did have to endure a lecture by her sister on breaking the heart of a newly divorced woman, which was quite an uncomfortable conversation to have.

We walked to her house. I remember the walk being an incredibly long one, but she was only a few houses away. We walked into her house, and she gave me the nickel tour of her house, including her bedroom, where she ended the tour. The normal fooling around ensued and soon enough we were screwing on every surface of her bedroom. It was great. She was very experienced, knew exactly what she wanted and was very eager to please me.

To make a very long story short, the better part of an hour later I had her at the foot of her bed while I jerked of in her mouth, and she had a vibrator shoved as far up as it would possibly go. Just as I was about to blow, her bedroom door opened up.

Her kids.

One of her twin fourteen year old daughters were standing in the door, the other I could see poking her head out of their room. My jaw must have hit the floor as I came. I just stood there completely motionless as I tried to digest what was going on. I just stood there fully erect finishing on their mom. She just started to yell at them. I don't know what she said, but I will never forget the look on her kids face as their mom scrambled to close the door. They had a look of horror, like they had just seen death.

After we had regained our privacy, or as much privacy as two teenage girls who had just seen their mom take a load in her mouth would give us. I apologized, said a few quick words along the lines of "I gotta go" collected my clothes and ran for the door. I don't think I have ever been that embaresed in my life. the worst part was hearing them lecture me and their mother as I made a mad dash for the door. I ran all the way back to her sisters house, jumped in my car and started to drive. Realizing that I was still drunk I pulled over parked the car and called her back.

That was honestly the most embarresing moment of my life.



It actually sounds worse than it was, what had actually happened was that we drank too much, went back to her house like a pair of drunken fools, woken her kids up on the way into the house, and her kids had heard us in our drunken escapades, and walked in. We over reacted. She started to yell, and I freaked out and ran.

TMI Tuesday #161

1. When did you last use your cellular telephone as a flashlight?

I use my phone as a flashlight all the time, it is a handy tool, almost always with me, and provides ample light to do most small tasks. The last time I used it as a flashlight was sometime in the last week.

2. On a scale from 1-10, how comfy are you being naked?

7 is a good number. I think I am pretty much comfortable being naked, however there are some circumstances where I just wouldn't feel comfortable. I don't see myself ever streaking, or naked in a situation where clothes are appropriate. In the correct settings though, it can be very freeing and comfortable.

3. What is the longest you've ever been celibate after having lost your virginity?

The longest I have gone without since I lost my virginity, a few months after the girl I lost my virginity too dumped me. Since then there have been a few month or two long stints where I have been celibate (never by my own choice though).

4. Have you ever had sex in a car? If yes, since you were a teenager?

Yes. Lots. In, around, against, on top of.

5. When did you last use food or drink as medication?

I don't think I ever have.

I also failed miserably at the bonus.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

The lunch date

Today was the day. It wasn't bad, but at the same time it wasn't good.

Looking at her, the pictures I saw of her were spot on. It was her to a T, in fact the real thing looked slightly better. If I would have met her on the street I might have guessed her to be in her mid 20's.

She was a few minutes late, and I showed up early so I sat outside until I saw her walk in. We exchanged the normal greetings. We even had a great conversation. I was nervous, but she was even more so.

This was going to be her first extramarital activity. She had been married a few years and after she had her children and was 'fixed' her husband wanted nothing to do with her. She told me about him, and he seems like a genuinely nice person, who wants to have sex for procreation reasons only. When she first mentioned her husband I was thinking that she would keep talking about him, but after a few quick scentenses that came out as she explained what she was looking for that was it, she didn't mention him again. The conversation was great, she was very intelligent, and we both enjoy some of the same subject. I really think we hit it off.

We sat there for almost an hour, then we both had to go. I left her with a very passionate kiss and a promise that I would send her a message when I got home.

Here is where it all went down hill. I log into my email, and there was a message from her, I'll paraphrase a little.

"Thank you for lunch, I had a great time, and I was very excited to see you again, but then I talked to my husband and I just can't go through with it. I feel guilty just going out to lunch with you"

At first I though that she was trying to let me down nicely so I sent back an I understand reply, and she said that it isn't the end, she just needs to think things through, and that we should keep in touch.

All in all not a bad experience, it could have gone better (we could have ended the lunch in the alley way behind the place, which we did talk about), and it could have gone a whole lot worse (I had imagined a drunk toothless bag lady as a worst case scenario).

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

My first random date

Tomorrow is the big day. I haven't been shy or nervouse around people of the opposite sex in a long time, I have come to the realization that women either like me for who I am, or we just don't get along. For some reason this woman makes me nervous. I'm not scared that she won't like me, I am scared that we will sit down for lunch and just stare at each other, that we will just have nothing to say.

Through email we have had a few decent conversations, but the problem with email is that it gives the other party time to think about what to say, to come up with the perfect response. Any non-time-sensitive communication is therefore suspect and should not be treated as gospel. Some of the comments that she has said to me are a little off base, slightly absurd even. I had asked her if she wanted to meet for lunch one day this week, her response was to tell me her entire schedule for almost the next month. It's just the little things, like she just didn't have any attention to detail.

She sent me a picture of herself, and she looks good, her profile says that she is 34, and looking at her picture I would have guessed her 5 years younger. She looks fit, and says she works out. Pictures are another thing not to trust. They can be old, photoshopped, or just someone who looks better.

I have my exit plan, I'm going to ride my bike so that we won't *have* to drive together, and it's at lunch so I might have to go back to work early. The way i see it right now it looks very promising.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A little bit of a lull

I have hit a minor low point today. Nobody wants to come out and play with me.

My wife is feeling sick, and wants nothing to do with me.

VJ is practically begging me to come over and have a threesome with her and her guy, but she's looking for an MMF situation, which I want nothing to do with.

Mrs Legs is out of town for the week, she will be back Friday and I leave for the south on Sunday.

Mrs Cammaro is MIA.

I spent the afternoon at a friends new house helping him get ready to move in. The house had an incredibly potent smell, a combination of varnish, muric acid (cleaning the basement walls), paint, and exhaust fumes (from a generator). It was horrific, but the house is huge, in this housing market he bought it for a great price, $100k less than he would have bought it for last year. Plus he was able to rent out his old house for more than the mortgage.

On the bright side I do have my first AM meeting Thursday at lunch. I'm not too excited, she seems, well, for lack of a better word... dim.

TMI Tuesday #160

1. Ever been skinny dipping?

Yes, lost many clothes running away from some guys pool naked in the middle of the night. I have since learned to leave my clothes in the car, which is parked around the corner.

2. How often do you kiss or make out without it simply being a foreplay activity?

With my wife never. With others, it happens from time to time, not to often, but it does happen.

3. On a scale of 1-10, how content are you with your life? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest) Do you think 'content' and 'happy' the same thing?

I think an 8 sounds about right. I have all the toys I want, friends and family are all healthy. I would like to travel, not for work. My ultimate dream is to do a lap of North America by motorcycle, then ride down through South America, and back up. My goal is to be riding down the road and see a sign that says "worlds biggest squirrel, next exit", and stop there, just to say I've seen the worlds biggest squirrel.

4. What do you do to relieve stress?

Sex.

5. What was the special trait in your first lover that made you decide that they were "the one?"

She said yes.

Bonus: How old were you when you first had sex? (positive experiences here...)

I was 14. I was dating a girl named after a bird, we were watching a bootleg version of Dusk til Dawn in her room with her parents downstairs. She asked if I had a condom, which I didn't. Then she asked if I had ever had sex before, so I did what any other horney young boy would have done and said yes. Both of those minutes were great, I mean incredibly great, at least for me.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

The death of a friend

Nobody actually died, but I did loose a friend.

I am a member of a motorcycle forum, and I have been a member of that community for the past 8 years. Some of the people I have grown quite fond of, and met quite a few of them in person. This group isn't large, but we all have a shared passion, and it keeps us together. Each year i take a long weekend, and go to North Carolina to meet with the people who I regularly only know as a small picture and a few words. We call each other, send text messages, myspace, facebook, email, and we meet in person if we are local. I have gone far out of my way to see some of these folks who I would never have known otherwise. I consider each and every one of them as a friend.

Two years ago the owner of the store that funds this forum was in an accident. For two years he struggled just to keep his bussiness afloat. He kept footing the bill for this forum, even though it meant that his bills weren't getting paid. He let us play while he paid the price. At one point donations were accepted, and they helped, but in the end it was a bandaid that never fixed the main problem. Last time I saw the owner of the forum he told the group that he was offered a rather large sum of money for the forum, enough money to get them out of much of their financial troubles.

This week the sale was final. The new owners of the forum took over, and the backlash started. I recieved a few text messages that the people were moving to a new forum, the emails were sent, myspace and facebook messages posted, and the group as a whole expressed their dissatisfaction with the descision. Some of us will leave, some of us will stay, some of us will do both.

The problem is that the new owners have a bussiness model that works. Their model has destroyed countless other communities at the expense of making money. They charge a membership fee for their premium experience (extra features, closed off sections of the forum etc). Bright blinking ads dominate the screen, censorship runs rampant, and the open friendly feeling of the group dissapears.

This saddens me. The community is my friend. It is a place that I can go to vent, talk freely, hear others express their opinons, meet new people, and spend some time every day in a place with people who have the same interests as I. This week my friend has died. I don't blame the owners for selling it, they need to keep a roof over their heads, and food on the table.

I will miss my friend, the community that it was yesterday is gone, and a new one will emerge in it's place.

Here is my farewell post to the old board that I will miss. I did change a few names in the interest of privacy.



I'll check in here too.


OLD-F was home for a long time, but NEW-O has ruined plenty of boards (including the one that sent me to OLD-F), mostly through their collection of membership funds, and their draconian way of modding the boards. They come in and say they're not going to change anything, but after a while, and it won't take too long, the old mods will drift away, and the NEW-O mods will assume their positions. Then the ads will start.

People won't notice at first.

Who will notice an extra add at the bottom? Or a thread bashing the new owners that dissapears after it falls off the first page? But it will happen, and it's intentional. When your back is turned they will stick something in your ass. No they are not evil, just greedy, and the only way to fill their pockets is through your asshole, and not going the same way that your shit usually goes, they go in through your asshole, like a gigantic penis of fuck you.

I don't blame _______ and _______, in fact I do blame them, they should have done this long ago. They kept OLD-F open, when it could have ruined their lives, they paid the price so that we can play. For 2 years they kept that site running while they were threatened with loosing their bussiness, their house, their way of life. And people are bitching because they aren't happy with a descision that they made so that they can afford to keep a roof over their heads. Yes they answered their call of duty, they were loyal to their friends, many of whom they had never even met. They are stand up people, and have always been honest and trustworthy to do bussiness with.

Thank you NEW-F community for taking us in, it is appreciated, even if we are going to double your bandwith useage overnight. Let me appologize up front, sorry about the pictures, I will post them without thinking because I think they are funny, but all they will do is make you curse and scream when you realize that I was outside your window on the one night when your gay boyfriend visited(if it's a lesbian thing I generally keep them to myself). Yes that is me looking through your garbage can, thanks for the day old tuna, but your swank magazine from 1986 will need an upgrade if you want me to hang around. Sorry I fucked your wife, it was only one time, sorry about your 18 year old daughter, that was a few more, but I get to keep your mom.

Kind citizens, thank you for being there when I need you, some of you will stay here, some will move to NEW-F. Some of you will stay. I hope I see you all again (except ASSHOLE, you can just dissapear). Whatever your descision is, good luck and god speed.

Friends we have arrived.

The Deviance of Sex

Why do some people enjoy violent sex?


I spent most of the afternoon doing motorcycle related maintenance, getting them ready for the winter, and she spent the day out with a friend. She came home for dinner and brought some heroes from the deli, which we ate in the garage. She stayed for a few hours to watch me as I pinched my fingers, and busted my knuckles, laughing at me as I cursed the machines around me.

Before I was finished she went inside. I remained in the garage for another hour tidying everything up before I would call it a night. She had already gone to bed, and I went online to check some email, and the discussion on a forum I frequent that is undergoing some major changes and a mass exodus (more on this later).

I also talked to VJ over AIM, and she invited me over on Monday which I might take her up on, she also half begged me for a threesome with her and her boyfriend, which I am avoiding as best I can. She is looking for MMF experience versus a MFM experience. I don't mind touching another man in bed, as long as the focus is the a female that is the focus of both our affections. She is looking for him to have a more homosexual experience, which I just don't feel comfortable doing. I won't be their shared toy, it is a little too far away from my comfort zone for me.

My wife has recently discover the she enjoys hurting me, and I enjoy it too. Last night was no exception. My stomach and back are scratched and bitten, my ass is red and the shape of her hand is clearly visible. Last night was about me, and my gratification, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Making love doesn't have to include sex, which last night it didn't. Truly making love only has to include the gratification shared between two people who trust themselves enough to enjoy the pleasures of each others bodies.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

All good things....

After two incredible days together day three. She woke up again before me, but instead of waking me up she took a shower, and then sat next to me in the bed and ate breakfast as I slept. After she was done eating I woke up and laid there as she sat on the bed next to me completely naked. My hand found her thigh, sliding up to where I really wanted to be. My dick still ready for more after the past two days, I knew that we only had a few hours left, and I didn't want to waste any time.

My mouth followed my hand and continued past her vagina into her stomach which I continued to kiss for a moment. I had every intention of going down on her but she pulled me up to meet her face to face. Shooing my hand away. She was sore from the previous activities, and manual stimulation no longer felt any good.

I entered her, being careful not to be too forceful out of fear that I might hurt her some more. It was just good missionary sex. We talked the whole time, face to face, mostly about each other. It only lasted a few minutes, we were both tired and our time together was getting very short. Our last time was great, but after the marathon sex of the previous two days it was a nice change of pace. For some reason I didn't put on a condom (we had broken a few already so any damage that might have been done had already happened), and in the passion of that comfortable normal sex I let myself cum in her. It's a great feeling to leave a little bit of me in her, something usually only reserved for my wife. I stayed in her, as we embraced. My penis slowly getting softer an smaller until it fell out. We laid there for almost an hour until we both felt the need to part ways.

She left before I did, leaving me alone. This was the most alone I had felt in a long time. I packed my things, cleaned up what was left of the room and walked out of that room for the last time.

A good start to a better day

So I woke up yesterday morning with a small hangover, a huge erection, and a beautiful girl licking it. It took me a minute to comprehend exactly what was going on. I leaned forward gazing at her with my half open eyes while she continued to go down on me. I ran my fingers through her hair and startled her, she hadn't yet realized that I was awake, she was too busy taking care of the task at hand. Her head popped up and she wiped the moisture from her lips saying "good morning sleepyhead" while she tried to portray a childish smile. I pulled myself to lean back on the headboard and she straddled me sliding me in. She moved her body up and down along mine, her breast brushing my face. I kneaded her ass firmly with my hand as she continued her movements, her pelvis pushing into mine, her arms wrapped around my neck. She didn't even look me in the eyes, just continued to do her work until it was finished, pulling me out, letting me rest in the area between her pelvis and thigh while she continued to grind into me. I came all over the space between us and she rubbed it in with her stomach as continued to put pressure on me.

Without saying a word she stood up, walked into the bathroom and started up the shower and cleaned herself off. I had less than an hour to get to my meeting and I stepped into the shower next to her and washed myself off alongside her, our bodies touching briefly. I was ready to go again, but there wasn't enough time, and both of us knew it. She told me that she had some shopping to do, and she was dressed and out the door before I could even find my clothes. I made it to my meeting on time, but my mind kept going back to my wake up call this morning, the way she went from being playfully childish to emotionless and mechanical in her duties. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

After my business was done I looked at my phone on my way to the car. She had sent me my instructions for the rest of the morning, call her when I'm ready to leave, two bottles of white wine, and wait for her to call me in the hotel lobby. I followed her orders to the letter. She called and told me it was ok to meet her in the room. The elevator ride up took forever, and I could almost feel her as I stood there alone waiting for my floor.

I walked to my door and slid my card in peeking into the room. It was almost dark, I could see the flicker of candles as I walked in. A quick glance around the room and I could see that she was busy. Almost every surface that could hold a candle had one. There was a new table in the center of the room that had not been there earlier, along with two chairs, and a late lunch from the hotel resaturant was ready for us. I sat down at the table as she walked out of the bedroom, she was wearing a bright red dress, loose around her chest, her back completely bare, and the cut of the neck fell almost down to her belly button, the skirt part of the dress was tight and ended halfway down her thighs, her shoes started just bellow her knees with red straps that wrapped each leg down to her ankles, with two red heels to match. I was awe struck with all she had done. Our meal passed by too slow, but the conversation was good.

After we ate she sat me on the couch and started a cd player that was hidden behind the couch. She straddled me and started to dance to the music, grinding against me and touching me in ways that most men would pay good money for. She had been a stripper in a previous life, and her talent showed. Without hesitation over the course of a few songs she unbuttoned my shirt, and had my pants around my thighs. Her dress had slid up, exposing her naked ass to me, her top had slid to each side exposing her breasts. Each time she rubbed her pussy over my hard cock I could feel the moisture that had gathered there.

She danced for me until I grabbed her by her hair. I forcefully put her on all fours and dropped my pants and shirt. I squatted down behind her, and rubbed my waiting member against her pussy, pulling her cheeks apart with my hand. Then I stopped right at her hole, just the tip of my dick entering while I barely moved in and out. She started to beg me to fuck her, but I was enjoying making her wait. When i decided she had enough, I entered as hard as I could, again and again, my stomach slapping against her ass, pushing her forward with each thrust. Within a few minutes she was almost at the wall and started to climb it with her arms as I followed behind her until she was flat against the wall. I moved her arms to the small of her back holding them both firmly in place while I pulled her hips into mine with my other hand. I could feel myself starting to throb so I pulled out grabbing the base of my dick so I would not spill any, I turned her around as I stood in front of her leaning her head against the wall while I fucked her face. I could see that she was playing with herself, and I let go of my dick. She swallowed all of it without spilling a drop. I could see her smiling through each thrust that I continued to give.

She had told me in an email long ago that she had a stripper-rape fantasy, I would find out later in the night that I had it backwards, she wanted to do it to me. We went out later to a real strip club a few blocks from our hotel, and I let her do it to me after a few drinks and shared dances there.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I'm excited to fuck you

When I landed in Texas my first call was to work letting my meeting know that I skipped my previous stop and I am a day early. My second call was to the reason I wanted to be in Texas. She was waiting for me in the lobby bar of the hotel I was going to stay in. Pick up the rental car and a fifteen minute ride into the city, I pull into the hotels parking garage, and make a B-line for the bar.

She had already been there for an hour, and the hotel offered free drinks between certain hours, and she decided to partake in their offer or cheap booze. I could see her from across the lobby as I was checking in, sitting there flirting with a gentleman probably twice her age, and I contemplated the best way to approach the situation. She is free to do what she wants, and I don't have any real say so in who she could talk to. I was jealous, and I could see she was having a good time as I got closer.

I came up behind her and kissed her neck, her hand reached around to run through my hair. The first words out of her mouth were incredible, and in her state of inebriation, a little louder than she should have spoken. "I'm excited to fuck you". The whole bar looked at her, and the best I could do is to reply with "me too".

The gentleman she was talking to looked at me with what can only be described as pure hatred. His toy for the night had slipped through his fingers right in front of his eyes. I didn't sit down, just ordered a strong drink, and finished it as quick as I could, ordering another one. I had drank a little on the flight over, and some at my layover earlier in the day so it didn't take much for me to start feeling good. I leaned over to my companion, and asked her if she was ready to go.

In the elevator, we were alone at last, and she reached in and grabbed my cock through my pants before the door could even close. Before we arrived at our floor she was on her knees kissing me through my pants. The door opened early, and she stood up before the doors had opened fully. I'm sure that the guy had caught a glimpse of what was going on, but he just stood there looking at the door. At our stop we walked out and the man in the elevator told us to have fun as the door closed behind us.

The room I received was exactly the same as the last time I had stayed in this particular hotel. I came back for a reason, the room, the service, the comfort of the furniture. A living room as you walk in, an over sized bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub, and a small bedroom with a king size bed in the back.

I hadn't seen her in almost three years, her hair had changed, a new length, and a new color, but it was still her. The curves of her body are the same, but the design on her back was new. I had seen pictures, but to feel her skin through the picture, the lines where she had scarred from a thousand needles poking her were new. I ran my fingers over her new back, her skin still smooth as it ever was, familiar, and yet still foreign to me.

I laid her down on the couch positioning myself behind her as I entered, my hand reaching around to join her hand on her clit. Our bodies moved together, neither of us saying a word. The sounds of the pleasures of sex convey more words than speaking them ever could. Hitting the right spot would send her body into a motion I can't even describe. Her stomach tightened before her first orgasm. Her finger tips caressing my shaft as it slid in and out. Only slowing when I felt myself ready to cum. I would leave my head in her as I rested.

Each time I rested she tried to pull me in, and I would only submit when I was confident I would go on. I would push in solid thrust making her moan loudly with each motion. My resilience only lasted so long and I pulled out as I started to swell, signaling that I was ready to cum. She pulled the condom off and slid me between her lips while I moved back and forth in the warm wetness that remained. I came on her, her hand holding everything in place. Neither of us moved until I was too small to stay in any longer.

She told me that she was going to take a nap for an hour, and that I should wake her if I was ready again. After just a few minutes of laying there, my fingers still playing with the feel of her skin I could feel my cock growing, wanting to be in her again. My mouth kissing her neck was enough to rouse her from what I can imagine was as close as she could get to sleeping without actually being asleep. We played this game all night, stopping only to get dinner and supplies, eventually finishing off a bottle of wine, a bottle of lube, and small bag of condoms.

She slept on me last night, her body wrapped around mine, holding me close as if to comfort her, something her man never does for her. Something my wife never does for me. The feeling of closeness between us as we lay there naked talking each other to sleep. There was a closeness and vulnerability that we shared that rarely shows itself, and I welcomed it with an exhausted enthusiasm.

MORE TO COME

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The History of Esse

I actually wrote this early this morning right before my flight. In fact I nearly missed my flight because I lost track of time. I did in fact arrive at the gate as they were loading my flight. My current companion for this portion of the trip is out looking to buy a bottle of lube, apparently we already used one small tube, some good stories to cum about this trip.


Esse and I go way back. I met her way back in somewhere around 1991. My family moved to the other side of the neighborhood, leaving me far enough from my friends that I would not be able to see them on a regular basis. Esse was the girl next door (more like down the street and around the corner). I saw her outside rollerskating and after i was able to work up the nerve, I went out to go rollerskating with her. Looking back at the time we met, neither of can really agree when or how we actually met, this is just my recollection of this major event in my life.

The courtship

After a few months of being friends at the tender age of 11, my hormones started to kick in. I was in love. One summer day we were together, I grabbed her by the hand, and professed my love. She didn't reject me! We "dated", or rather we continued the friendship we had already established, with slightly more hand holding. This was the greatest time in this young mans life. I had a girlfriend who I loved, and she loved me too. What more could I ask for?

The kiss

The first kiss of every child is memorable, and mine is definately engrained in my mind. We went to the local park, and found a tree that was well suited to climb into. Sitting on that branch I had it in my mind to actually kiss her. I was going to kiss her. I was completely nervous, and I told her to hold her hands out and close her eyes so i could give her a present. I closed my eyes, leaned in, and put my tounge right in her nose. We did kiss that day, and it was great.

The breakup

Some more time went by and we continued to kiss and hold hands, and do all the cutesy things that children do at that age. Then she found out I was cheating on her. I hadn't really but someone told her I was spotted holding hands with another girl. She dumped chocolate milk in my hair and didn't talk to me for a few months.

The reconciliation

I was dating a friend of hers, the year was 1994. We had reconciled already, and our friendship was blossoming. My relationship with our mutual friend was on the rocks. I didn't really care for my girlfriend, and was only with her to keep another friend happy. Esse had a boyfriend too, and one day we decided to break into the apartment my family had just moved out of to drink. The four of us drank our way into stupidity in my old and completely empty apartment. Her boyfriend and my girlfriend somehow paired up and went into one of the bedrooms to be alone, which left us alone. And we did what any normal, drunk, horney teens would do in an empty house. He went into a bed room closed the door, and fondled each other into happiness, eventually leaving a little bit of me on the carpet.

Through the years

We continued this game of meeting up and fooling around for the next few years. There is one time that does stand out in my mind. She had invited me over to her house one night for a late night romp. I snuck in through her window trying to be as quiet as I could so I would not alert her parents. We eventually wound up naked on her bed, and we were loud enough to wake the dead. Then her mom knocked on the door. I juped for the closet to hide, leaving my clothes on the floor. She opened the door for her mother, and did her best to keep her mother from entering our current love nest. Esse did manage to hide my clothes under her bed, and after a few minutes her mother did leave, giving me a chance to make my escape. While I was getting my clothes together her mother opened the door again, and I was barely able to hide behind her bed. After her mother talked for what seemed to me in my nakedness to be an eternity, she finally left giving me a chance to leave. I had barely opened the window, when I saw her mother behind me in the reflection of the glass. I didn't hesitate, and just rolled out the window, completely nude, onto the hard concrete bellow. I didn't know what else to do except run. I didn't look back. I didn't stop. I just ran as fast as I could, I ran like my name was Forest Gump. Now realize that I grew up in New York City, so the route to my home was through some fairly populated areas, even in the middle of the night. I did get home, and I covered myself as best as I could with my one hand, but a naked 16 year old boy running through the street will attract some level of attention. I didn't talk to her for a little while after that, not for lack of trying, I just never saw her, she was stuck in the house against her will.

Today, tomorrow and beyond

We are still great friends, and I do love her, but we will never be together again. The relationship that we have today is one of mutual respect and friendship. We talk, openly. I tell her almost everything, and she does the same. She prefers married older men, and she always has some kind of drama in her life. We talk a few times a week, and go out to dinner or lunch on a regular basis. She has been my excuse for my infidelity on more than one occasion,and she fully understands what she needs to say and do. I have never actually slept with her either, nor do I ever think I will. we have had the chance many times over the years, but for some reason it just never happened. Both of us have expressed the interest in actually living out that one missing part of our friendship, but where would that leave us? Where we are now is comfortable, and we are both happy being apart.

Good morning!





If you don't get the joke, just have a good look at the length, and girth of the monument.

Monday, November 3, 2008

TMI Tuesday #159

1. Have you ever had a moving violation? An auto accident? That was your fault?

Yes, yes and yes.

My first was a speeding ticket within a week of getting my liscense, 28 in a 25. That police officer must have had a bad day, because three miles per hour is most definately an accident, not intentional, and completely within reason that I actually had no intent to speed. A few months ago I was on my bike heading out to meet with some friends. I almost missed an exit, and wound up cutting across a solid white dividing line, onto an off ramp, which I took at a slightly higher than legal speed. The problem was that I did it right in front of the local highway patrol. I recieved two tickets for that, one for illegal lane change, and one for speeding (59 in a 25). I was able to go to court and talk both of those down to non-moving violation tickets and I paid the slightly higher fee that went along with it.

My first accident was my stupidity. I was speeding on a dirt road in Georgia, just north of Atlanta. I am sure that my excessive speed had something to do with me spinning out while going around a corner. I would have been alright had there not been a tree on the side of the road. My most recent accident was not my fault. I was driving in the middle of the night, at the speed limit on a major road. Out of the dark an eye appeared, and I hit it. It turned out to be a deer, which destroyed my windshield, but he was alright, he just stood up and walked away.

It's always my fault, even when it is not. I have decided not to argue and just accept that I am wrong. This goes for everything else too.


2. Have you ever voted? How old was your were you the first time you voted?

I was 20, and I voted for Al Gore.


3. Are you glad this election cycle is over?

Yes. I do enjoy politics, but right now I am just plain sick of it. The two major political parties have become very good at figuring out what they need to say to win the votes of 51% of the population in each of the "swing states". I personally don't believe that either one of them are out to destroy the country, but I don't believe a word either of them has said.

4. Do you have guilty pleasure? What is it (or are they)?

Do I really need to answer this? Do people count?


5. What is the most embarrassing thing you have done recently?

The only thing I can think of is about a month ago. I parked my bike on the shoulder of a road, put the kickstand down and got off. Except the bike fell over, I hadn't fully lowered the kickstand and it popped back up when I leaned the bike on it. There was nobody around but I lifted the bike upright as fast as I could before anyone could see.


Bonus: How much impact has the Wall Street and general economic wilt had on you?

Business is great, I am busier than ever, and my employment is currently very secure.

What are you doing tommorrow?

Tomorrow, November 4th, election day. Where will you be?

Vote, vote often, vote with knowledge, and vote with your conscious. This election seems to be one of the more important elections in recent history. With wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, plus our Soldiers are stationed in almost every country around the world, and through out American history they have fought and died so that you have the right to go and give your opinion on teh future of your government.

I don't care if you vote for Obama or McCain. Go and pick one, pick teh one who you think will do the best job, who will improve your quality of life and the lives of all Americans.

I voted a few weeks ago, by absentee ballot. Who did I vote for? Bob Barr, he seems like the best candidate to me.

Where will you be on November 4th?

Sunday, November 2, 2008

On being a tourist

I really do love to travel. I enjoy exploring, seeing new sights, smelling new smells, and enjoying the company of strange people.

Last night it was a local dive bar in downtown San Fransisco. This particular bar is geared toward a very small crowd. The music was provided by a local punk band, which I'm sure was very good, but not exactly my cup of tea. I didn't go for the music, I went to meet some people who I have only talked to online. All involved drank their share of beer, and told their share of tall tales. Long after my bed time I finally left and made the drive back to my hotel.

Today I had to stay in and be professional during the day. After what can probably be considered the most boring day-long meeting in history I took a drive down the coast. After I had decided that I was lost enough for one day I plugged my hotel into the GPS and started to make my way. One of the features I love about my GPS is that I can tell it to avoid highways, which usually takes me to some interesting places, and tonight was no exception. I followed some of the smallest roads I could find through the mountains, into the woods, before I could realize exactly where I was I found myself parked in front of the biggest tree (Redwood) I had ever seen.

More twisty back roads and almost an hour later I was parked ready to retire for the night. My room is more than comfortable, and it could easily pass as a very nice apartment in many cities. I usually try to stay in nicer hotels, sometimes I am successful, sometimes not. This time I was.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

For Want of a Fax Machine

Right now I am stuck in the airport waiting for a flight that doesn't exist. Somehow my original flight was cancelled. So when I arrived at me layover point I was automatically booked on another flight which was cancelled. Then somehow my flight that I was originally on is not paid for in the American Airlines system. So now I am emailing my travel authorization documents (which I was able to take a cell phone picture of) to my travel agent. Some days I wish I could carry a fax machine in my pocket. The first picture of my document was too fuzzy for them to read so I had to take four pictures of the document and assemble them together to form one document. Of course as soon as I am able to send a clear document their email goes down.

For want of a fax machine...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Job Opening

I've been trying to think of ways to spice up my life. I'm 28 years old, happily married and I have a good job. But somethings missing. I feel like I'm old before my time. I need to inject some excitement into my daily routine through my arm before its too late. I need a challenge, something to get the adrenaline pumping again. An addiction would be nice, but, in short, I need a nemesis. I'm willing to pay $350 up front for you services as an arch enemy over the next six months. Nothing crazy. Steal my parking space, knock my coffee over, trip me when Im running to catch the BART and occasionaly whisper in my ear, "Ahha, we meet again". That kind of thing. Just keep me on my toes. Complacency will be the death of me. You need to have an evil streak and be blessed with innate guile and cunning. You should also be adept at inconsicuous pursuit. Evil laugh preferred. Send me a photo and a brief explanation why you would be a good nemesis.

British accent preferred.

Rain rain don't go away

I was going to go running with Mrs Legs this morning, however the weather had decided that it would keep us indoors. As much as I truly do enjoy being outside in the cold rain, with a thin layer of clothes on, I had to pass. Instead we decided to stay in and have breakfast together. I'm not a cereal person, but that is all she had in the house. From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of her bending over to grab the box out of the cabinet. I don't know if she did it intentionally for me or not, but she bent over at the hips, her legs slightly farther than shoulder length apart, giving me a perfect view.

I'm not sure what came over me but I told her not to move, and to just stay there. I ran to the other room, grabbed a condom from out of my bag, tearing my clothes off as I went. I ran back into the kitchen completely naked trying to put the condom on a not yet ready dick, which was a completely futile effort. I turned the corner into the kitchen and she is sitting there pouring milk into the cereal. My spur of the moment plan didn't quite work.

Standing there naked for some reason was the most embarrassing feeling. I was completely out of touch with her intention for that moment. I had taken her display of the female anatomy for a sexual advance, and she was trying to make breakfast. It killed the moment and I sat down and tried to crack a joke. I just sat there, naked, and I could tell she was trying not to laugh at me. Our discussion drifted toward some markings that my wife had left on my chest in a from our drinking adventures this weekend.

After we ate I grabbed the bowls, walked over to the sink and started to clean them. As soon as the water was on I felt her kiss my butt, and start to slide her hand up the my inner thigh. She grabbed me hard, cupping my balls in her hand as she stroked my cock with her fingers. It got me hard. She continued to kiss my ass as she started to stroke me from bellow.

I motioned for her to stand up, and she continued to kiss me as she worked her way up my back. One had found it's way around my waist to my penis, the other started to play with my nipple. She just rested her head on my back and caressed my chest, teasing me with her fingers. Then she dug her nails deep into my skin and dragged them across, almost from one shoulder to the other. I really enjoy some light pain during sex, but with a mistress it isn't usually an option, the markings already on my body gave her permission to make more.

I lifted her up onto the island in the middle of her kitchen and climbed on it with her. While I fucked her she kept running her nails across my chest and back telling me that she really enjoyed doing that, and she wished that she could do it more often. She started to talk real dirty saying thing that truly surprised me, and her words were enough to make me cum for her.

I ran out of the house an hour later, she really did a number on me, and later in the day some of the markings were far more noticeable than expected. I think I'll just have to wear a shirt to bed for the next few days.

Monday, October 27, 2008

TMI Tuesday #158 - Firsts!!!

First names and approximate age is fine too many of you aren't anonymous and too many of you wish to stay anonymous.

1. Who and when was your first crush?

Esse, and she lived down the street from me

2. Who and when was your first date?

Esse again, I think I took her out for pizza

3. Who and when was your first kiss?

You probably guessed it, Esse again. We climbed into a tree, I had her close her eyes and hold out her hands and I went in for it. Stupid me I closed my eyes too, missed her mouth and stuck my tounge in her nose. I fell out of the tree. Anyway we climbed back up to try, try again.

4. Who and when was your first partner while "fooling around" in car?

Not Esse on this one. It was Jewelz, on our way to woodstock 99. She started out with a hand job while I was driving, then we stopped on an access road to continue the job.

5. Who and when was your first partner while "fooling around" in a house?

Esse yet again. In her house, in my house friends houses, I was young dumb and full of cum.

6. Who and when was your first love?

Puppy love it would be Esse, we started together at 11, and spent a whole lot of time together for the next 5 years, on and off. The problem was that we were way too young, immature, stupid, and our lives just went in completely different directions. With Esse it was puppy love. After Esse I met Jewelz, we dated on and off for a few years. I was in love with her.


Bonus: Who's blog did you first comment on?

Damned if I know

Honk if you're Horney

It started out with plans for my wife and I to go out with another couple. The plan was to drive to their house, go out to dinner, then into the city for a night of karaoke and drinking. We were ten minutes from their house when they call to say that they had an emergency and had to cancel our plans. We had been invited to go clubbing with another friend (Esse) that night but neither of us were dressed to go out but I called her anyway, and we wound up meeting at a bar near her house.

Esse is an ex girlfriend from my youth. She was my first girlfriend, first kiss, first breast, first hand job, lots of firsts. To say we have a history is an understatement. She also has a habit of being attracted to older married men. She is also the only person who knows everything about me, and I do mean everything. It is great to have someone I can talk to completely honestly with, and trust that she will keep a secret. Just to be completely clear we have never actually slept together, everything else yes, but never sex.

So my wife and I are at this bar, drinking with her and her newest boy toy. I already knew that he was married, and almost everything else about him. He had no clue that I knew. Esse kept giving me nasty looks every time I alluded to her being his extra marital activity. It also didn't help that you could clearly see that he had a tan line around his finger, something my wife pointed out to me. When the ladies went to the bathroom I mentioned to him that in the future he should just wear the ring, a tan line is more suspicious than a ring. As soon as I said that he went into defensive mode, making excuses, trying to convince me that he was recently divorced.

After the bar my wife and I stop at a local strip club on our way home. I'm generally not a fan of them, they are pretty much a waste of money, but as a couple we do have a good time going there once in a while. We didn't stay long, shared a lap dance and a private show where we payed more attention to each other than the girl in front of us playing with herself. Within an hour of walking in the club we walked out on our way home.

The car ride was fun, before we left the parking lot my dick was out of my pants and in her mouth. I was able to make it less than a mile before I spotted an empty parking lot that seemed suitable. I park the car behind the store right next to the building and away from any lights, crack the windows, shut the car off, and turn around and she is ready to go. All I had to do was slide my seat back so she could straddle me.

I just sat there as she pushed off the steering wheel into me, my hands on her hips mimicking her movement. Her hands pulled up my shirt so she could dig her nails into my chest. She was moving back and forth while I lifted her up and down with my hips.

Then I got the urge to grab her hair. I slid my hand up her side, and around her back until my hands were finger deep in the hair on the back of her head. I grabbed a handful and pulled down with my hand, at the same time pushing hard into her with my dick. As soon as I did that I could feel that familiar warm drip down my thigh, while she took a handful of my skin in her hand. It hurt but it felt good.

I had to let go of her hair, so I started to kiss her chest. In the most ackward manner she lifted her legs one at a time placing her feet on the onto the seat. She forced me away. She just slowly slid me in and out, stopping just before my head would come out. It hit the right spot and made me cum. I told her what was happening, but she already knew from feeling my dick pulse inside her. I pushed off the floor throwing her off balance. Her back leaned squarely into the steering wheel setting off my horn off.

It scared us both equally, and she jumped off of me as fast as she could. I grabbed my cock so I didn't shoot all over the car, with my other hand I started the car and started to drive. I still had some left in me as I drove off, both of us completely naked, she smiled bent over and finished the same way she started.

14 steps to a good affair

A long time ago I set myself some ground rules.

1. Marriage first - don't get emotionally attached to anyone else. If you feel you are going too far over the edge cut the affair off.

2. She needs to loose as much as you - Try and find someone who is in the same boat (married, kids, house, career etc). This is almost an insurance policy that guarantees that discretion will be kept by both people.

3. Cover your tracks - This is what gets most people in trouble. Create a new secret email account make up something random. Make the password hard too, use a long password for everything, with a combination of letters, numbers and special characters, for example '1DietSoda4$-'. Use Google chrome in porn mode! How many people do you think were caught because their spouse looked up their Internet history, porn mode pretty much eliminates that, and don't forget to log out every time you walk away anyway. Don't use AIM, it stores conversations, and even if you log out there is a chance that a conversation will pop back up. If you do feel the need to save pictures, put them in a random folder wherever you store your porn, that way it looks like downloaded porn.

4. Don't use your credit card - You will get a credit card bill in the mail, pay in cash, some hotels require a credit card, do your best not to give it to them, go to a different hotel. Some people also use pre-paid credit cards, I have no experience with them, but it seems like a good idea.

5. Don't use your cell - Get a cheap disposable pay as you go cell. Spend the $25, if it is ever found, the best excuse is that you found it, then get rid of it. If you text or call on your regular phone the bill will come in the mail, the texts will be seen, the pictures will be seen, the numbers will be called.

6. Get a PO box - If you need to get a bill for anything, get a PO box, it's cheap, like $35/yr, have them sent there.

7. Feel her out first - every first meeting should be somewhere public, coffee shop or a book store, something along those lines. It gives you an out if you feel uncomfortable or you don't like her.

8. Don't talk about it - vent somewhere anonymous, go to a catholic church and into the confession booth. Priests don't talk just be careful because if they see you in the supermarket they will suggest you go to marriage counseling, true story.

9. Pictures last - Don't take any pictures of you and her. They have a habit of surfacing later. Words are easy to dispute, pictures aren't. If in correspondence with a potential surrogate wife, you decide to exchange pictures, make sure the picture doesn't include your face, or any distinguishable marks on your body. Don't try and crop pictures either, the data is still there if you know where to look, take the picture missing your head, put some tape over any markings, make the picture physically unidentifiable as you. With the ink on my body any picture I would send looks like almost like a black blob. Plus I cover a few added areas just to be safe and make it look like it's not me.

10. Be safe - There is nothing worse than your wife telling you she has VD, except she hasn't been sleeping around, so where did you get it from? I always use protection, and luckily this has never happened to me, but the danger is there.

11. Be transparent with your alibi - Your alibi is the key. I do my best to tell the truth, minus a few details. I'll say something like "I'm going out for a ride on my bike, be back in a few hours". I just didn't say where I went or with who. Also make sure your details are straight, and you know what you did, don't give too many details unless you have too, the more intricate the story is, the more you will make a mistake or forget something.

12. Don't be too anxious - If you take every opportunity to meet with the other woman you will be pushing your luck. If you are going out for a long time, come home early once in a while, if your wife wants you to stay in, don't blow her off, stay in.

13. Clean yourself - Take a shower, take two, use soap. Sex smells, it smells like sex. It is a distinct smell, and if you didn't have sex with your spouse that day and you smell like sex, the question is why, and it isn't a question that you want to answer. I take a shower after sex every time. If I'm at home it might be the next morning but I do, sometimes I even take a shower just because, on an average day I shower three or four times a day.

14. Plan B - I keep a gift for my wife in the garage. If my location is ever questioned I will present that present and turn the tables. "I was out buying you a nice surprise gift! How dare you question where I was!". It's a great out, it gives you a story, and it gives you a place, and it makes her not wonder were you were.



The biggest thing that you really need to know is that discretion is the key, keep your secrets secret, keep the secrets of others secret, know their intent, and cover your back before you walk out the door.

My random thoughts of the week


Halloween is fast approaching, and I spent almost half the day naked in my house sitting around a coffee table with my wife. No sex, but we did carve a few pumpkins. This one is my favorite. The picture doesn't show the detail that is actually in it. I cut up a clothes hanger to make the staples. The eyes are round pumpkin pieces cut out of another pumpkin and shoved in there. The teeth are rounded and shaped to look like real teeth and the small pumpkin just took a bunch of work.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Old Flames Die Hard

I went out to a small motorcycle event this morning (thank you Al Roker for making it rain). While I was there I bumped into and old mistress who I hadn't seen in about a year and a half. Our relationship was mutually ended on good terms, mostly because it was very hard to make our schedules work, and her husband started to look into her away time.

It was great to see her and catch up, even better than that her marriage is going great and she just had a baby a few months back, and she just found out this week that she is pregnant. Before I go on, no the first one is most definatly not mine, the time line doesn't work out and I've been shooting blanks for a while now.

Anyway we got a chance to go for a walk away from the crowd, just the two of us. Hew husband wasn't far but he was in his own world. We did get some alone time and we were able to talk openly about the what we have been up to since we saw each other last. Our talk ended with a small kiss and we each went our own direction.

I didn't speak to her again all morning, even though I did catch her looking at me a few times. I just responded with a smile and returned to whatever I was doing.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Exploring the world

I love to travel, and lucky for me, my job offers me ample time to travel. I am usually gone about a week or so every month. It seems that next month I will truly get to do some exploring.

One problem. I need to be in multiple cities over a short period of time. In the past I usually take a day or two to myself and explore whatever city I find myself, visit friends who live there, and just generally wander around trying to get a feel of the area.

Right now my current plan is to be in San Fransisco for a few days early in the month, then spend a night in LA with some friends, from LA I fly to Denver for a lunch meeting, I only get to spend 6 hours in Denver. Then down to San Antonio that evening, and I get to stay there for two days. After this trip I have a few days at home before I need to go out again.

The next trip brings me to Atlanta, St. Paul, Chicago, Columbia (SC), and Seattle. I have six days to visit five cities. I made all my flight arrangements today, and I am usually forced to either fly very early in the morning or in the late afternoon. This puts a huge damper on any plans I may have to really visit any cities.

After my whirlwind tour of America I get to go back to Atlanta for almost a week. The only real problem is that all of these stops are based on other peoples calendars, and I have almost no control over when or where I have to be. I can almost guarantee that my flights, car rentals, hotels, places to be, and everything else will change a half dozen times between now and when I leave.

Throw in a few day trips to NYC or DC and those are my plans for next month.

I also like to travel light, and for the most part I'm able to bring everything I need in a large book bag, thus avoiding having to check any bags. A few pairs of jeans, dress shirts, T-shirts, shorts, socks and undies, a jacket, small sundry bag, Ipod, laptop, cell phones, GPS, a camera, and enough quarters to sit down in a laundromat for an afternoon is all I need.

It really is amazing how little stuff I actually need to have on a day to day basis. My wife is a completely different story, we go away for a week on vacation, and she might as well dump her closet and half the bathroom in a trio of suitcases. Try explaining to a customs agent who barely speaks English why you have a penis shaped vibrator next to a bottle of KY in your suitcase, it's definitely not my definition of fun

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The best friends are old friends

So, today was my big date with Mrs Camaro. It didn't quite go as planned. First off I wound up being pretty late. I got stuck in a teleconference all afternoon, which pushed my whole day back. The two hours early I was going to skip out on work turned into an hour, add to that some traffic I ran into and all of a sudden I'm an hour and a half late. When I finally arrived to meet her at the library we were supposed to meet at, she wasn't even there. We wound up playing phone tag for another 15 minutes trying to find eachother, and it turned out that she got bored, ran to the store down the street.

We finally met a little over 2 hours after we were supposed to meet. The original plan was to get something quick to eat, then go back to her house to fool around. The food idea was quick to go, and I followed her to her place. Her son was with his father for the week so she had her apartment to herself. These types of days for her as a single mom are far and few between.

I followed her into her place, and right away she offers me some wine, which I gladly take. A lot of small talk and general catching up with each other since the last time we actually saw one another. She lives almost 2 hours away from me so finding time to actually meet up isn't exactly easy. Knowing the time constraints I was under I sent a text home letting my wife know that I would be late.

I was sitting on her couch and she came over and laid her head on my lap. I started to play with her hair while we talked some more. While we were talking my hands found her body. One hand playing with her hair, the other sliding my fingers under her shirt and across her stomach. Her hands following to match. My hands flirted with her body, moving around her clothes, not taking them off yet. She was wearing a very loose knee length skirt and it was easy for me to pull it up around her waist. While I was working my way around her, she did the same to me, opening my pants and pulling my dick out so she could play with it.

Then she just rolled over onto her knees, putting her bare ass out in the air. She completely ignored my dick and pulled my pants down around my knees. It's amazing how lovers who haven't been together for a long time still remember exactly what can push each others buttons. Her mouth quickly started to kiss my thighs while her hand wrapped itself around the base of my half hard cock. My hands continued to caress her lower back and play with her hair.

I knew I wanted to bring her back to her bedroom where we had a large bed to play on. Grabbing a full handful of hair I told her to follow me, and I dropped my pants on the floor, stripping off more and more of my clothes as I made my way to her room, she followed and stripped behind me.

She followed me into her room and stopped just inside the door to lean on the wall. I walked up to her and leaned in pulling her chin up to kiss me. My hands found their way to her breasts and she pulled me closer. This tit for tat went on for a little while longer, she would touch me and I would touch her to match. Until I had her on her knees between my legs with her back against the wall while I held my dick up so she could suck on my balls.

She was willing to do anything I wanted her to. I told her to go lay on the bed, and without hesitation she did. She got on all fours on her bed, playing with herself so I could see. I sat on the bed right in front of her and told her to get on top of me. She pulled the sheets over me while started to fuck her from below. It felt great to lift myself into her as hard as I could while she did her best to tighten her pussy around my dick. Her hands squeezing my shoulders as hard as she could while holding herself up. Then I came. She angled her hips so that while I was releasing my shaft was buried against her clit with just my head in her, and she finished me off with a long drawn out kiss.

We have been with together like this for almost 10 years on and off. I love having sex with her. She is incredible. We fit together perfectly and she is the person that really showed me how to have sex, how to really enjoy it.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

When it all goes bad

WARNING - If you don't want to read about some bad sex just stop here and go back.



This morning I wrote an entry for TMI Tuesday. Without really thinking about it I wrote about a sexual experience I had a few years ago. My cousin came to stay with me for a long weekend of skiing, and she brought a friend with her. We had a great time, stayed in an apartment in the Poconos. The skiing was great, although they both sucked at it and I had to really take it easy so I wouldn't loose them.

Our last night there we drank a little, not much at all really. But as things would have it we started to fool around. My cousin got the idea real fast and left us alone. Lots of kissing and touching and feeling. I pulled her pants off on with the full intention of eating her out.

She was in good shape, I could tell by her body that she worked out, she was tone, not muscular, but tone. She definitely took care of herself, and she had an incredible body, and she was great at flirting, and even better at foreplay.

I had her pants off and all she was wearing was a pair of undies. I kissed her legs on my way back up. I pulled the only garment she had left. I think that at that exact moment was the most disappointing moment of my life. I could not believe the tangle of hair ahead of me. Now I don't mind hair, in fact a little hair can be good, but it has got to be trimmed, shaven, shortened, something.

I had already abandoned my original oral plan, it just was not in the cards anymore, I love to lick pussy, but it has to be taken care of. So I moved on to plan B, sex. I moved back up and inserted myself into her. It was bad, in fact it was downright terrible. I just could not get over the fact that I could feel her pubic hair wrap itself around my dick. It was like a brillo pad, and it itched.

I was so disgusted by it that after a minute, and what seemed like an eternity, I had had enough. I just stopped, pulled out and jumped at the first towel I saw. I made believe that I finished in the towel. I sat on the end of the bed with a raging hard on, a beautiful, willing, and quite naked girl next to me, and I didn't want to touch her.

It wouldn't go down.

Nothing I did would make it go down. I could have fucked her for hours, and I had no motivation. It was the worst sex of my life, and I faked it.



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There really is more to the story than that. But for the sake of actually telling what happened that's it. But...

After she realized that I wasn't going down, she practically begged for another go. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It really was that bad. After *her* bad experience, the rumor mill among my cousins circle of friends was that I was terrible. It was basically the scarlet letter for that incredibly beautiful group of girls and for a few years I couldn't get any of them to even look at me.

When my cousin got married I was an usher, and HPG was a bridesmaid. You could see the tension between us a mile away, and my cousin, being nosey, begged me to finally tell what happened between the two of us. So I did. She broke out laughing about it, then at the after party she drank too much and started telling the story over and over.

And for HPG, it stands for Hairy Pussy Girl, as I have referred to her ever since. Yes ladies, please, please, do anything, just please don't let your bush turn into a forest.

TMI Tuesday #157

1. Have you ever felt guilty or ashamed after a sexual experience?

My first actual sex experience, yes. After both minutes were over I was completely embaressed, I just wanted to go into a hole and hide from the world, and the girl who just had the worst sex of her life. It took me a while to get over the fact that I was inexperienceed and seriously needed to gain some confidence.

2. Did you ever own a fake ID?

Nope, I lived in a major city and after a while I learned where i could and could not go without a fake ID. Bar A would card you bar B didn't care. Go to bar b.

3. How often do you tell white lies? Is it with or without thinking?

The key to extra marital affairs is to not tell any white lies at all. Obviously you will have to eventually, but I always try to tell the half of the truth that needs to be told, its soo much easier to tell your wife you went out for coffee, even if that coffee was with the other woman. BUT. I always try to think of a backup plan in case my story doesn't check out, I just do my best to not have to use it. My wife knows I run a few days a week, she just has no clue that I'm screwing my run buddy.

4. On a scale of 1-10, how well do you receive constructive criticism?

I would say I'm pretty good at taking critisim. My profession deals with criticism on a very regular basis and I have become accoustomed to being called everything from a miracle worker to the scum of the earth. I take the bad with the good and move on to the next oportunity to mess up.

5. Have you ever shaved your pubic hair?

Yup. I started back in the 90's before it was the in thing to do for guys to shave. I had a girlfriend who had a thing for bare balls, and she asked me to trim, so I did. After that I had a real bad experience with a girl (HPG) that didn't take care of her pubic hair, and since then I take a razor to myself at least every other day.

Bonus: What percentage of women do you think are capable of handling being in a "friends with benefits" relationship? How about men?

Not all women are capable of handling being in a "friends with benefits" relationship. Some are just way too possessive to be in a non exclusive relationship. Insecurity has more to do with it than anything else, if she thinks that you might find someone better or you might be comparing her to someone else than why take that chance.