tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69148194660842948412024-03-05T08:11:08.984-05:00the world is a playgroundThe World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-58903879008560278412009-04-08T00:19:00.003-04:002009-04-08T00:23:49.789-04:00I'm alive!I really don't want to go into details, but i was recently involved in a bed accident. I'm alright and feel good now, but only because I have lots of drugs (legal drugs). All I really want to say is please don't drink and drive, and look out for motorcycles, it's that time of year when we are out and many of you forget that we share the road too.<br /><br />Good news, today after almost a month of immobility I was able to wheel myself around the house today...The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-83717868730356537062009-03-04T00:59:00.006-05:002009-03-04T01:11:28.062-05:00TMI Tuesday #176<span style="font-weight:bold;">1. Is there a sexual act/position/practice that you were sure in advance you would hate (or never try) and then discovered to your surprise you loved?</span><br /><br />No, not yet, but it sounds like it could be a nice surprise. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2. Is there a sexual act/position/practice that proved a lot less interesting in practice than you thought it would be beforehand?</span><br /><br />Yes anal. Let me be the first to say. EWWWWW. If you ever feel like laughing for 1/2 hour from reading, please read <a href="http://www.tuckermax.com/archives/entries/date/tucker_tries_buttsex_hilarity_does_not_ensue.phtml#278">Tucker Max tries Butt Sex</a>. My story is close, and not so disguting, but very close.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3. How do you let your significant other know you're in the mood? How do you let a new person in your life know?</span><br /><br />With my wife, I pretty much just need to roll over, she knows I'm almost always ready to go, in fact the only time I'm really not up for it is when I'm sick, and thats only when I'm really sick. With other people I can sometimes be a little too straight forward. There have been times where I put my foot in my mouth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4. How does your significant other let you know he/she is in the mood?</span><br /><br />She usually starts by giving me a back massage, and hen it's all down hill from there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5. Is there one that got away - a sexual opportunity you didn't realise was one at the time, or weren't ready for and regret missing ever since?</span><br /><br />Every day. Every single day.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-42945681617753540902009-02-24T00:35:00.002-05:002009-02-24T00:53:59.940-05:00TMI Tuesday #175<span style="font-weight:bold;">1. What do find is the most exciting part of a new sexual encounter?</span><br /><br />It's just exciting. Everyone is different, they have different abilities, skills, specialties, no two experiences are the same. In fact sleeping with an old partner who you haven't slept with can be even more exciting because of the new experiences that they've had, combined with the previous knowledge of sexual preferences.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2. Do you have "a most exciting part of a sexual encounter" with a usual partner?</span><br /><br />The flirting. Flirting at the point that you know the other person is very interested, when all the expectations are laid out on the table and you know what you are getting. I'm talking about the intentional flirting where you are having a tit for tat and all it does is get you more and more worked up until you just can't wait to rip each others clothes off.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you just met?</span><br /><br />Not at all. I trust people just about as far as I can throw them, it takes a lot to get me to be completely open about many subjects. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you work with?</span><br /><br />Not really too much, I do my best to keep my home life away from my work life. Add to that my workplace is very conservative and I'm not. They generally look down on anything that isn't apple pie and picnics. I do put on a public persona that fits the environment.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5. How open and honest are you about your life with a casual acquaintance who lives in your neighborhood (or the parent a your child's friend or...)?</span><br /><br />Again they see what they need to see not what they want to see. My neigbors see that on warm summer nights my wife and I sit on the porch and just talk and hang out together. What they dont see is that we are getting drunk on white russians and trying to figure out the best way to have sex without folks realizing.<br /><br /><br /><br />Bonus (as in optional): Define a "normal" as in "normal relationship" or "normal sex life".<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br /><br />Normal is what you make of it. To some people normal is the traditional man-woman relationship, with sex being at night after the kids go to bed. To someone else normal could be having a few friends over to screw your wife while she hangs from the swing in the shed out back and then watching the replay from the hidden camera after.<br /><br />To me normal would be defined more as happiness, where every one is satisfied.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-91921049432918516112009-02-22T23:40:00.003-05:002009-02-23T00:21:48.452-05:00I did a good-ish deedI went away last week for work, and lo and behold I went out to dinner with a work friend who decided that I needed to hear every problem in her marriage. Over the course of dinner and a few drinks after she told me everything that was wrong with it. To be honest I spent the entire time trying to figure out a nice way to tell her to shut up and lets go back to our respective rooms and go to sleep for the night. But, to my dismay I just could not find a nice way to tell her that I wasn't interested. The life she described reminds me of <a href="http://seductionofinfidelity.blogspot.com/"> Mrs Seduction of Infidelity</a>, except she had larger and more serious marital issues, mostly due to a serious lack of communication on both their parts, and the fact that he completely ignores her. I've always done my best to avoid giving advice, for two reason, first off I suck at it, and secondly I don't want to be responsible.<br /><br />She kept asking for my thoughts, to the point that I felt so bad for her that I told her she needed to just get another boyfriend on the side. Incidentaly it also came out that they both had cheated on each other, and both found out before the others infidelity. Like I said they really need help. Toward the end of the conversation she had asked me to go back to her room to grab some work related items before we both fly home the next day. <br /><br />I follow her back to her room, and we finish off a small bottle of whisky that she had sitting in the room, and as I get ready to leave I put my hands on her shoulder and start to rub them real quick while I say goodbye. That was my mistake I should have just left and walked out, but instead I listened to her tell me how goo it felt. <br /><br />She is an attractive person, and very cool to talk to, but all the baggage that she brought with her was just a complete turn off for me. Instead I just kept massaging her shoulders while I contemplated my escape. Then I notice that one hand is rubbing a breast, the other lightly caressing her inner thigh. Usually a situation like this is a complete turn on for me, except I didn't want to be there, but I didn't stop. Instead I leaned in and started to kiss her neck, and I let my hands find their way around her body. Caressing her breast and unbuttoning her pants I got her worked up, and she led me to the bed while we both undressed. <br /><br />The next thing that happened should have sealed the deal for me, but being very drunk I ignored it and kept going. The worst turn off I can think of is unkempt <a href="http://theworldisaplayground.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-it-all-goes-bad.html">pubic hair</a>. She did trim the edges, I'll give her that but it was long and needed to be trimmed.<br /><br />I did get into bed with her and over the course of the next few minutes I was able to enter what is possible the best feeling vagina I have ever felt, (minus the hair) for this reason and this reason alone did I stay the night. She really did feel good and she knew how to use her body. In fact I would say that the intercourse could have been great. After our first time she asked me if I mind her call me by her husbands name. It bothered me but I said yes and we had sex again. <br /><br />In what could be possibly the most fucked up sexual experience of my life she talked to me like I was her husband, using his name. The entire time her eyes closed. I could only think that she was imagining her husband above her not me.<br /><br />After we were done, we lay there in bed while she made believe I was her husband, and I played along until we both fell asleep. <br /><br />The next morning we did sit down and talk about the need for both of us to keep this just between the two of us. In fact i think she was more nervous about the possibility of being caught than I was. She kept apologizing to me for seducing me and telling me that she was sorry for making me cheat on my wife.<br /><br />Looking back on it, I should have just gone back to my room and called it a night, but she did say that she felt great and she thanked me for playing along. She told me that for just one night she felt like her life was still perfect. That comment made me feel good, like I did something good for her. I'm not really sure what to make of it, because I really didn't enjoy myself other than the fact that when I left her room that morning, she had a glow about her that I'd never seen in her before.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-90727025319532807442009-02-10T23:41:00.003-05:002009-02-11T00:12:49.951-05:00A most excellent weekendAfter my depression last week I really needed a pick me up. I suggested to my wife that I had been under a lot of stress and really needed a night out by myself, just to blow off some steam. Little did she know that I had been invited to spend the night with Mrs Camaro in Atlantic City. She had a comp room and was more than happy to have me join her for the evening.<br /><br />We went out and really just enjoyed ourselves. We drank a little too much, and put on a huge display of PDA in one of the hotel clubs (at one point she had me taking shots from shot glasses she had tucked in her cleavage). I did great at the roulette tables, and was able to walk away with much more than I started with.<br /><br />This new found and extremely disposable allowed us to have lots of fun with the hotel room service folks. She had the hilarious idea for me to answer the door and let the guy while she was standing there with a too small to fit towel exposing herself. Then she finished the delivery by checking to see if the guy noticed, and by checking I mean she walked up to him and copped a feel.<br /><br />I have more to write about this evening later, for now I need to get some rest. Needless to say I feel much better.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-28105450156111833252009-02-05T19:41:00.003-05:002009-02-05T22:05:54.255-05:00The end of Mrs LegsSo she dropped the bombshell on me this morning. <br /><br />I had been avoiding her a little, due to the fact that I had been gone for over a month and I really wanted to spend time with my wife. I did manage to sneak in a few quickies here and there but I could tell that there was something on her mind. Then last week she just dissapeared off the face of the earth. I figured something just came up and brushed it off thinking that she was busy.<br /><br />Last night she asks if I wanted to meet for breakfast at IHOP. Then it hit me, something is wrong. Damn. I met her there, ordered food, and made small talk. How 'ya been, what 'ya been up to? Light conversation, nothing beyond the superficial. <br /><br />Then after we finished eating, her face just turned completely white, and she starts talking about her marriage, and where that is going. Apparently her husband starting to bring up the idea of children a few months back, and that he's pretty adamant about the fact that he wants to raise some little ones. He even tried to get her to get off the pill. She has been lying to him saying that she is off birth control, which made him go to a doctor to get his sperm checked, and it came out fine. Now he wants her to go to the fertility doctor, in which case her husband will find out that she is still on birth control. <br /><br />To make this very long story a short one, she doesn't want children yet. BUT for now she wants to cool things off between the two of us for a while until she gets this figured out. I agree that us spending less time together is probably a good idea given everything that is going on. <br /><br />To be quite honest the cooling off period lasted until we walked out of the reasturant and I jokingly asked if she wanted a quickie before we part ways. I hadn't finished talking before she yelled 'YES' and we were sprawled in the most uncomfortably cramped position in her back seat, parked behind IHOP. <br /><br />The cooling off period starts now...<br /><br /><br />EDIT: After writing this I realized how depressed I have been all day.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-40176134027518406402009-02-03T23:58:00.004-05:002009-02-04T01:03:14.156-05:00She left marks!I get to work this morning, and the first thing my partner says to me is that I have teeth marks at the base of my neck, just barely visible above my collar. I should be worried right? I played it off, with a funny comment and went about my day as usual.<br /><br />My day started off early this morning, I woke up, went out for a run (in the snow, eeek!). At her house I walked let myself in, climbed up the stairs to her bedroom, undressing myself as I made my way, and slid under the sheets, my arm embracing her tightly. She was surprised to see me, she wasn't expecting me. <br /><br />I was ready to go from the moment I hit the mattress, I know she could feel me poking her in the back, while my hands started to rub her back. Instead of just laying there enjoying the free back rub, she told me to lay on my stomache, so she could give me a rub down. I rolled over like a dog waiting for a treat. Her hand immediately started to knead my shoulders.<br /><br />Then sudden pain. Her teeth sunk into my back, and not just a little bite, one of those bites that caused me to try and pull myself away from her. Then she realeased, appologizing with a lick of her tounge. Some more kneading and rubbing, then another bite, this time directly between my shoulders, her nails felt like they wcould tear through my skin as they sunk in. I could tell that she was squeezing nad biting with all her might. My body attempted to move, to get away, instead I just lay there as if to ask for more.<br /><br />This went on for another 20 minutes, she would bite, then scratch, then sink her nails in. I could feel my skin swell with each movement as she dug in. I enjoyed every second of it. <br /><br />I'm glad I married her or I might have been in a little trouble.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-49713678736124390962009-02-03T01:09:00.003-05:002009-02-03T01:18:49.884-05:00TMI Tuesday #172<span style="font-weight:bold;">1. When you sleep with someone, how much or how little contact do you like to have?</span><br /><br />Contact is different for every pair, and every position. Doggy style gets almost no contact except for some hands and hips. Missionary we could be laying in a full on embrace. There is no one answer.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2. What do you think there is a appropriate amount of time for a divorce parent to date before introducing the kids to the "new" "special" person in their life?</span><br /><br />WOW, every child is different, at least wait until it is somewhat serious if they are young. Older childern, teenagers would probably handle it better, but again every child is different.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3. Which ONE do you wish you had more of in bed... romance, experimentation or foreplay? </span><br /><br />Experimentation. I would love to try more new stuff, there is plenty I have yet to learn, and much more I have yet to try. There are just sooooo many combinations.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4. What do you thinks makes a kiss great?</span><br /><br />Passion and chemistry. I have kissed some girls who are incredible kissers, but when they kiss someone else it just doesn't quite go right. On the same token I have kissed some girls that others say kiss great, and I don't enjoy kissing. I had a girlfriend a few years ago that I always though kissed terrible, Esse thought she kissed incredible, and Esse and I always had great chemistry together, so who is right? I also just cant stand knocking teeth, if my teeth hit yours then please stop, take a step back and let's please, please do something else/<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5. Describe your sex life in two words.</span><br /><br />Exquisitly FunThe World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-73136366282439004632009-01-29T01:06:00.003-05:002009-01-29T01:38:30.986-05:00Southern Belle, our chatSo my Southern Belle has me wrapped around her finger. I really wanted to go to bed at a decent hour last night. Instead I spent the day fighting the urge to sleep, the reason you may ask? I wound up on the computer with her last night for a few hours, while we entertained each other for a few hours. I truly enjoyed the conversation which started out very innocent, but quickly deteriorated into a sexual conversation, the likes I haven't seen in a long time.<br /><br /><br />Here are some excerpts that I copied over from our conversation before I delete it from my computers memory. Excuse my gramatical and spelling errors, I just did a quick copy and paste. Keep in mind that she was working the night shift, and was able to keep this conversation up for a good 4 hours while she tried to work.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here are some excerpts from our chat, some are hers, some are mine...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> I gasp in pure ecstasy of you inside me. I can feel how hard you are, throbbing, stretching me. It feels so fucking good & makes me weak at the same time<br /><br /> I force your hips down and enter you from above moving myself straight down, my hand finds its way under you to cup your breast..<br /><br />I bite my lip in pleasure/pain. It's been so long. I reach back so i can feel your cock with my fingers as you move in and out. <br /><br />You cum, spraying over me, some on my face and chest. Just a drop or two hits my lips. My tongue darts out to lick them away.</span><br /><br />And while I have to touch her skin she did make me cum last night, more than once.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-44028348523266471442009-01-26T18:02:00.002-05:002009-01-26T18:30:37.186-05:00My Southern BelleRecently I have been spending way too much time online messaging with a girl I met online, not through this blog, but through another unnamed source. I have finally decided that I am completely obsessed with this lady. Last night I tried to fall asleep in my hotel room, and at the same time was talking to her. I was very tired and just fell asleep, but the words that got me was the last thing that she said:<br /><br />Good night, sleep tight, dream of me<br /><br />I don't know what it was for, but it was cute, and has had me worked up all day. Most of our conversations have been through messages, and contain mostly sexual innuendo, round about flirting, and general sexual tones.<br /><br />I can just imagine what our first meeting will be like. Oh did I forget to mention that we already have plans to meet? We have plans to get together, just not soon enough. We both ride bikes, so we will be meeting half way between for a long weekend of fucking and riding. Yes I am going to bend her over my bike and enjoy myself as much as I possibly can.<br /><br />Plus the few times that we talk, I can't really pay too much attention to what she says, she has this incredibly cute southern accent that completely turns me on.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-81351657168008262172009-01-14T23:21:00.002-05:002009-01-14T23:32:38.462-05:00I'm backWell, I am back. I was gone for 5 weeks and worked hard every day. <br /><br />I haven't really been able to get out of the house (no juicy extra-marital stories to tell) for a little while, I really haven't had a reason to, yet. But it is nice to be home. I took a week off work right away and vegged out in the house, went out with the wife a few times to party with friends, and made up for being gone over the holidays with family.<br /><br />There is some more to come, I haven't been totally celibate since I returned home, the wife and I did have some catching up to do.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-83253817850884923022008-12-21T14:48:00.003-05:002008-12-21T14:55:45.294-05:00I'm still aroundDear All,<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />I will be able to be contacted through email, so if you feel like it, please drop me a line.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-22844731377101344492008-12-13T17:11:00.002-05:002008-12-13T17:24:19.270-05:00TMI Tuesday, or a little too lateExcuse 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.<br /><br /><br />1. Do you consider sexy underthings a present for you or your partner?<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />2. What are 3 characteristics of "your type"? Have you best relationship(s) been with your type or when you have gone against it?<br /><br />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.<br /> <br /><br />3. What is on your Santa list this year?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />4. Generally speaking, who has historically had a higher libido, you or your partner(s)?<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />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"?<br /><br />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.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-67511583676929073122008-12-03T01:24:00.003-05:002008-12-03T01:38:05.594-05:00It had to happen one dayI 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.<br /><br />-Rewind a few hours-<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I was quite ready to go at this moment, and hurried home to my waiting wife.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-37097053213260835342008-12-01T23:39:00.004-05:002008-12-01T23:50:29.059-05:00TMI Tuesday #163<span style="font-weight:bold;">1. What are your turn-ons?</span><br /><br />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<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2. What are your turn-offs?</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3. Not counting your turn-ons, what's the best trait a person can have?</span><br /><br />A good smile and a sense of humor. Someone that will laugh at a bad joke even when they know that it's bad.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4. Not counting your turn-offs, what's the worst trait a person can have?</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5. What's your biggest pet peeve?</span><br /><br />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. <br /><br /><br /><br />Bonus (as in optional):Describe your best and worst experience.<br /><br />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 World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-35781145446197640362008-12-01T18:37:00.006-05:002008-12-01T19:49:31.050-05:00The summer beach houseLast 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?).<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />Once we were done we hastily cleaned ourselfs off and walked back out into the living room for some more fun and games.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-6227581093398787982008-11-30T01:50:00.002-05:002008-11-30T02:03:09.005-05:00No nothing bad has happenedI 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.<br /><br />I will probably still check my e-mail whenever I can, but even that is questionable.<br /><br />Wish me luck, I leave later this week and I expect to be back sometime around mid January.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-47924554222866378832008-11-29T03:13:00.003-05:002008-11-29T11:30:18.294-05:00She missed meI 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I was right.<br /><br />Boy was I right. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-92180860879904034902008-11-29T01:17:00.010-05:002008-11-29T11:31:00.669-05:00The sexy ladies not (yet) in my lifeThere 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.<br /><br /><a href="http://asecretfreak.blogspot.com/2008/11/purple-fuzzy-hat-pimping.html">The incredible southern belle</a><br /><br /><a href="http://dangerouslilly.com/">The infinitely sexy Ms. Lilly</a><br /><br /><a href="http://seductionofinfidelity.blogspot.com/">Words that are only matched by her body</a><br /><br /><a href="http://meandmadison.blogspot.com/">A mind I wish I could only get inside, once, maybe twice if we have time</a><br /><br />This isn't an all inclusive list, but these four just do something for me, each one in her own way.<br /><br />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.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-86066483171222845192008-11-25T00:17:00.002-05:002008-11-25T00:50:13.321-05:00TMI Tuesday #162<span style="font-weight:bold;">1. What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?</span><br /><br />I really have a thing for stuffing, it's probably the best food of that one meal.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?</span><br /><br />Millie Vanillie, I don't think I need to explain why/<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">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?</span><br /><br />Knowing me, I would waste it away, spending the whole amount over the course of a week on absolutely nothing. <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4. What is your favorite curse word?</span><br /><br />It's very much a toss up between fuck which is just the original curse word, and cunt, which just sounds so, well, evil.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">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?</span><br /><br />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. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">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?</span><br /><br />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.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-11278506457917903502008-11-24T19:39:00.009-05:002008-11-24T22:23:11.402-05:00Shopping and toysI disappeared to the south for the last week, leaving my wife all alone at home. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-83418791349774195582008-11-24T00:17:00.003-05:002008-11-24T22:53:07.561-05:00Bad attitudesI 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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-86794610635936225542008-11-20T00:59:00.005-05:002008-11-21T01:04:25.034-05:00The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 2Continuing 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. <br /><br />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... <br /><br />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.<br /><br />The first time I slept with VJ.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />They still gave me the third degree, where are you going, what are you doing, when are you going to be back.<br /><br />We are going to the bar then to the back seat of my car, your daughter, and when I am done, in that order.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />Then he talked. <br /><br />"What are you doing in there son?" <br /><br />My response has turned into a classic line between VJ and myself, and we refer to it on a regular basis. <br /><br />"Uh, well officer, pretty much what it looks like"<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-39210752740685662882008-11-18T00:55:00.006-05:002008-11-18T14:27:30.622-05:00The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 1So 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />Her kids. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />That was honestly the most embarresing moment of my life. <br /><br /><br /><br />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.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914819466084294841.post-36043607888758486382008-11-18T00:30:00.003-05:002008-11-18T00:41:14.352-05:00TMI Tuesday #161<span style="font-weight:bold;">1. When did you last use your cellular telephone as a flashlight?</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2. On a scale from 1-10, how comfy are you being naked?</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3. What is the longest you've ever been celibate after having lost your virginity?</span><br /><br />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).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4. Have you ever had sex in a car? If yes, since you were a teenager?</span><br /><br />Yes. Lots. In, around, against, on top of. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5. When did you last use food or drink as medication?</span><br /><br />I don't think I ever have.<br /><br />I also failed miserably at the bonus.The World is a Playgroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11443024065688832403noreply@blogger.com1