the world is a playground

I'm alive!

2009-04-08T00:19:00.003-04:00

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.

Good news, today after almost a month of immobility I was able to wheel myself around the house today...

TMI Tuesday #176

2009-03-04T00:59:00.006-05:00

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?

No, not yet, but it sounds like it could be a nice surprise.

2. Is there a sexual act/position/practice that proved a lot less interesting in practice than you thought it would be beforehand?

Yes anal. Let me be the first to say. EWWWWW. If you ever feel like laughing for 1/2 hour from reading, please read Tucker Max tries Butt Sex. My story is close, and not so disguting, but very close.

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?

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.

4. How does your significant other let you know he/she is in the mood?

She usually starts by giving me a back massage, and hen it's all down hill from there.

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?

Every day. Every single day.

TMI Tuesday #175

2009-02-24T00:35:00.002-05:00

1. What do find is the most exciting part of a new sexual encounter?

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.

2. Do you have "a most exciting part of a sexual encounter" with a usual partner?

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.

3. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you just met?

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.

4. How open and honest are you about your life with someone you work with?

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.

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...)?

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.

Bonus (as in optional): Define a "normal" as in "normal relationship" or "normal sex life".

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.

To me normal would be defined more as happiness, where every one is satisfied.

I did a good-ish deed

2009-02-22T23:40:00.003-05:00

I 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 Mrs Seduction of Infidelity, 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 pubic hair. She did trim the edges, I'll give her that but it was long and needed to be trimmed.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

A most excellent weekend

2009-02-10T23:41:00.003-05:00

After 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.

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.

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.

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 end of Mrs Legs

2009-02-05T19:41:00.003-05:00

So she dropped the bombshell on me this morning.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The cooling off period starts now...

EDIT: After writing this I realized how depressed I have been all day.

She left marks!

2009-02-03T23:58:00.004-05:00

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I'm glad I married her or I might have been in a little trouble.

TMI Tuesday #172

2009-02-03T01:09:00.003-05:00

1. When you sleep with someone, how much or how little contact do you like to have?

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.

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?

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.

3. Which ONE do you wish you had more of in bed... romance, experimentation or foreplay?

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.

4. What do you thinks makes a kiss great?

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/

5. Describe your sex life in two words.

Exquisitly Fun

Southern Belle, our chat

2009-01-29T01:06:00.003-05:00

So 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.

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.

Here are some excerpts from our chat, some are hers, some are mine...

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

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..

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.

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.

And while I have to touch her skin she did make me cum last night, more than once.

My Southern Belle

2009-01-26T18:02:00.002-05:00

Recently 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:

Good night, sleep tight, dream of me

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.

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.

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.

I'm back

2009-01-14T23:21:00.002-05:00

Well, I am back. I was gone for 5 weeks and worked hard every day.

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.

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.

I'm still around

2008-12-21T14:48:00.003-05:00

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.

TMI Tuesday, or a little too late

2008-12-13T17:11:00.002-05:00

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.

It had to happen one day

2008-12-03T01:24:00.003-05:00

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.

TMI Tuesday #163

2008-12-01T23:39:00.004-05:00

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

2008-12-01T18:37:00.006-05:00

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.

No nothing bad has happened

2008-11-30T01:50:00.002-05:00

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.

She missed me

2008-11-29T03:13:00.003-05:00

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

2008-11-29T01:17:00.010-05:00

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.

TMI Tuesday #162

2008-11-25T00:17:00.002-05:00

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.

Shopping and toys

2008-11-24T19:39:00.009-05:00

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

2008-11-24T00:17:00.003-05:00

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.

The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 2

2008-11-20T00:59:00.005-05:00

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.

The mishaps of my sexual life - Part 1

2008-11-18T00:55:00.006-05:00

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

2008-11-18T00:30:00.003-05:00

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.

The lunch date

2008-11-13T17:45:00.005-05:00

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).

My first random date

2008-11-12T23:30:00.002-05:00

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.

A little bit of a lull

2008-11-11T23:11:00.004-05:00

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

2008-11-11T00:09:00.003-05:00

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.

The death of a friend

2008-11-09T12:19:00.004-05:00

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

2008-11-09T10:38:00.005-05:00

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.

All good things....

2008-11-06T22:55:00.003-05:00

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

2008-11-06T18:10:00.003-05:00

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.

I'm excited to fuck you

2008-11-05T23:44:00.010-05:00

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

The History of Esse

2008-11-04T22:42:00.003-05:00

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!

2008-11-04T07:59:00.001-05:00

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

TMI Tuesday #159

2008-11-03T23:47:00.003-05:00

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?

2008-11-03T15:28:00.002-05:00

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?

On being a tourist

2008-11-02T23:28:00.003-05:00

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.

For Want of a Fax Machine

2008-11-01T09:44:00.003-04:00

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...

Job Opening

2008-10-29T23:51:00.000-04:00

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

2008-10-29T00:12:00.006-04:00

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.

TMI Tuesday #158 - Firsts!!!

2008-10-27T22:28:00.002-04:00

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

2008-10-27T20:32:00.002-04:00

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

2008-10-27T17:32:00.004-04:00

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

2008-10-27T00:26:00.004-04:00

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.

Old Flames Die Hard

2008-10-25T13:58:00.002-04:00

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.

Exploring the world

2008-10-23T23:22:00.002-04:00

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

The best friends are old friends

2008-10-22T21:39:00.005-04:00

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.

When it all goes bad

2008-10-21T21:09:00.007-04:00

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

2008-10-21T11:57:00.003-04:00

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.

The VPILF

2008-10-20T17:22:00.003-04:00

I this morning I woke up late. i had plans to run with Mrs Legs, but it just wasn't in the cards for today. I called her up at 8 (our usual meet time was 7) when I finally walked out my front door. She realized I wasn't going to make it and left to go run some errands. So being the exciting and loyal employee that I am I show up work almost an hour early (bonus!).

It was a long morning at work. I sent a few explicit messages back and forth to Mrs Legs. Pretty much along the lines of:

Me - Sorry about this morning
Her - It's Ok I had to do the work myself
Me - Yeh?
Her - It's not the same as a penis
Me - What no cream filling?
Her - Haha, it's the best part of the twinkie
Me - Yeh I still got some left
Her - I'm hungry. Doing anything for lunch?
Me - Hopefully you

That was it. Lunch plans were settled. I had to make up a lame excuse about having to run some errands to get out of a previous lunch engagement. I also left a note on my desk saying that I'll be back from lunch late (I have a very good amount of flexibility in my schedule). I actually wound up leaving a little early for lunch and drove over to her house.

She was in the middle of trying on Halloween costumes that she had bought. I didn't realize how hard it was to get dressed up for one night. For me it's not complicated. I just throw something together and go out, last year I was a terrorist, this year I am going to be a 20's style gangster. She had a half dozen costumes picked out on her bed and wanted me to tell her which one she looked best in. She had tried them on for her hubby the day before but according to her, he just didn't seem to care.

I don't get it. If you have a girl who is more than willing to dress up for you, model skimpy clothes and act sexy why would you say no? I was pleasantly happy to be her personal fashion judge. Ok back to her clothes.

So she had all her outfits on the bed. I sat in the corner of her bedroom on a small chair and one by one she would take them into the bathroom, change and come out and model them for me. The outfits were great.

Costume 1 - It looked like a referee outfit, the shirt was black and white stripes and had a low cut neck that showed off her cleavage, and had a small black mini skirt, add to that her tall fuck-me boots. She walked out in front of me turned around bent over made a few jokes about a foul ball, and shot into the bathroom again to change.

Costume 2 - The second attempt was a cheerleader outfit, again, incredibly sexy. She did a little cheer for me bounced around like she was 15.

Costume 3 - This one got me. She walks out wearing a white dress suit. Her hair was done up and she was wearing a pair of glasses. I had no clue who she was supposed to be. She walked right up to me straddled my one knee, and blurted out "I'm just a horney hockey mom doncha know, do ya have a puck that you can score in my goal?". I couldn't help but laugh, even though she was doing her best sexy impression of Palin that she could. Sarah Palin is the Vice President I'd like to Fuck.

She was already straddling one of my legs so she just hiked up her skirt a little, lifted the other leg over and around me, sat on my lap, pulled my already hard dick out of my pants, and threw her arms around me. I must have had a giddy smile on my face because she with a straight face, as seriously as she could say it, Drill baby Drill. I burst out laughing and almost slid off the chair, I must have hit her just the right way, when I slid I saw her close her eyes and grab the back of my neck.

She never left character. She reached around behind her to slide me in while I unbuttoned her jacket to expose her bare breasts. At first it was a surprise when she called me Todd, and it took me a second to realize that she was really playing a game. I just played along, and talked to her like I was Todd Palin screwing my wife. Both my hands were on her ass moving her around, and I could feel by her reactions hitting some very sensitive spots. Then she just got up and bent down and started to suck me. I didn't want to do anything else, just sit there.

Each time her mouth would come off she would say some funny yet sexy Palin quote. The only reason I think she stopped was because she ran out of things to say. She just got up and dropped her skirt and jacket and stood there with her back to me. I didn't quite hear what she said, I was paying more attention to the way she was standing there, legs crossed, completely naked, high heeled shoes, and her Palin glasses. Even though I had no clue what she said I knew what she wanted.

I got up and walked over to her, undressing myself as I went. I put my hands on her hips and I followed to her bed. She just bent over leaning her chest and head on the bed, with her legs spread far enough that I could just slide myself in. I did what I wanted, I didn't feel like pleasing her. When I was about to cum I pushed her off and she rolled over on her back. She jerked me off until there was nothing left, wiping it on her stomach as it hit her. She was laying there on the bed naked and slid one finger across her stomach picking up a hint of cum, and put it in her mouth. The last thing she said to me before she got up was "Look Wasala snow".

We both took a quick shower washing each other off (very sensual), and went downstairs so i could cook (microwave) her a frozen pizza lunch. Of course after the incredibly fun lunch 2 1/2 hour break I was back at work. At least now I was thinking about the sex I just had, rather than the sex that never was.

You Suck in Bed

2008-10-18T21:26:00.004-04:00

Your Ex-Girl Thinks You Suck in Bed - Watch more free videos

Just thought this was funny and though I would share. I Mrs. Camaro and I made plans to meet up next week, and she sent it to me.

It's a small world after all (and my thoughs on AM)

2008-10-18T12:20:00.007-04:00

I've been dabbling with AM for a little over a week now, its kinda fun to look, although I haven't sent any messages out or really gone out looking for anyone yet. But I have received a few. Mostly from older women who were looking for a younger male. None of them seemed overly exciting, interesting or attractive. It also seems that everyone who is from my area seems to be in one town, right in the middle of the state.

Strange things are afoot at the Circle K! I also found my wife's sister.

She has the wrong city down, a screen name that I don't believe has anything to do with her life, the wrong age, etc, but the picture is defiantly hers. We always flirt, in a fun playful way. At times she would grab my ass, and being the flirtatious me I always play it up. She has laid her head on my lap, long hugs, kisses on the cheek, random bodies accidentally touching the other.

Were these little gestures more than innocent playfulness? Was there something I should know, or notice, or be aware of? I don't know the answer, and I'm not going to tempt fate either. My curiosity runs rampant, but curiosity killed the cat.

I never really looked at her in a sexual light, she has always just been, I guess, playful around me. I think her SO is a royal dick, a bad father to her kids, and just lowlife scum in general. He also needs to take a shower once in a while, or at least a shower with soap, and a breath mint would be nice too. I can't help but to think good for her. I've never (openly) judged others choices in mates. It's their choice, not mine. If I choose to remain friends then I have to accept the good with the bad.

I won't ever say anything to anybody about this. It is our little secret, except she doesn't know that I know what she knows. At least it will make for some good viewing on my part.

This is what it's like when worlds colide

2008-10-17T20:54:00.006-04:00

I woke up this morning and the gravity of how much I actually drank last night didn't hit me until I walked into Mrs Legs house. She was ready to go, and I was ready to sit. All I wanted to do was sit. So I did. Instead of going out we sat in her kitchen around the island talking. I gave her the full run down on what had happened the night before. She knew I was not ready to go out just yet, and she whipped up a batch of pancakes and bacon. It was almost homeley.

We just sat there talking about stuff, our relationship, where it was, where it was going (basically we are happy leaving things the way that they are). Although she did drop the bombshell that she would like to hang out in a more social setting sometimes, she though it would be fun to invite our SO's out with us. I am fairly leery of doing this just because it leaves too much to chance. A slipped word or a missplaced hand could be noticed to easily. I go through great lengths to keep the two lives of me apart, and this negates that completely. I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes either.

After my explanation of the previous nights activities she gave me a piece of information about her I didn't know. She paid for her college education as a stripper. She met her husband there too, he was a regular of hers, and eventually a few years later met in a social setting. It was a very arousing to know that she knew how to perform, which she offered to do for me one day soon.

Sex did happen but it was more of a lets do this, because thats why we are here. It wasn't bad either, and she did most of work for me. I didn't even have to get up from my chair.

Since our bombshell conversation this morning, I have been thinking about what is really going on in her mind, did she want to spend for time with me, or did she just want to hang out with some friends. I havn't decided what my answer is yet, it will probably be yes, but only for dinner or something along those lines, and we would have to have a serious conversation to get some details right so that both our SO's have the same story. My wife knows we run together in the morning, and her husband does too. But what else has been said?

A bottle of white

2008-10-17T19:05:00.005-04:00

Last night was an incredibly fun/long/drunken night. My wife decided that she would go to the liquor store to buy some wine and have a romantic night. It always makes for an interesting time when she comes up with these plans. She doesn't work and I get the feeling that she actually spends alot of time planning and plotting. Some of the stuff she comes up with can sometimes blow my mind.

She walked in the door with a little brown bag, and I could see the shape of an incredibly long and slender bottle of wine. At this point I din't know what she had on her mind, and I thought that she would come back with some vintage 2008 ye 'old box. Not today, she had in her hand a bottle of Vendi (sp?) white. Sitting on the couch she brought me a glass and flipped through the channels looking for the movie that she was expecting to find. For some reason she never found it, and instead settled on Robin Hood: Men in Tights, which is one of the funniest movies I can think of. We had a drunken good time laughing for two hours, which ruined her plan.

After the movie I stepped out the front door for a few minutes, we had finished off the whole bottle, and polished off a little scotch along with it. Walking back in the front door I stopped to see her laying on the couch with one hand down her pants , the other holding the tip of the bottle against her mouth. I could see what she was doing, but I just stood there unable to move, waiting to see what would happen next.

I was giddy, and walking from one end of the room to the other was almost a challenge. I kneeled at the bottom of the couch watching her play with herself, stuff like that gets me off. I wish I could see whats going on behind those eyes of hers. She slid her pants off to give me a better view.

The bottle was the perfect shape and size, and slid in well. I didn't move, didn't touch her, didn't participate. If she wanted me to join in, she would have let me know. It was exciting to watch, I imagine being the bottle.

I couldn't help myself so I put my hand the only place it wouldn't touch her. The show went on for quite some time and she knew exactly what pleased her most. Her toes would curl and she would moan, her thighs would close around her bottle wrapped hands. She finished before me and asked for a show of her own, which I was glad to give. When I was ready to blow she got off the couch as fast as she could and get down to meet me, she did not want any of my cum to go to waste. Her mouth wrapped around my dick and I gave her what she wanted, using the last glass of wine to wash the rest down.

As drunk as I was I knew that I had an appointment in the morning, to run at 7.

Can you feel the power between my legs?

2008-10-16T16:46:00.004-04:00

Diamonds are a girls best friend. My bikes are mine.

I have two motorcycles, one is new and one is old. The new one is sleek, sexy, powerful, fast and has lines I could stare at for hours. The old one is clunky, rough, uncomfortable and loud, and she's starting to rust. I take good care of them, and they return the favor. They never say no (though sometimes it just takes time for the kick start to say yes), never say they are tired, or worn out, or need their space. All I ever have to do is get on them and go.

The road is my happy place. I can spend all day to go to the store around the corner. The miles slip by with a quiet tranquility that is only drowned out by the twist of my wrist.

My sport bike is beautiful. When we are together I wrap my legs aroud her holding her close. She leans with me at every bend. I can feel her become an extension of me and together we work as one to do the only thing she knows how, to go.

My cruiser is ugly. But I like her, she has a way about her that only I can appreciate. She fights me around every turn, always wanting to go back to center. At idle she shakes me to the bone, when moving I feel every bump in the road.

Each is special in her own way.

When I'm riding, even in groups I can be all alone, and it's comforting to know that the world is mine. Every road has its own soul, an adventure hidden between the lines painted on years ago, a life of it's own. the roads don't care who you are or where you're from, they just want to get you where you're going.

If you've never riden a bike before try it, is a magical experience when you can open your eyes to the world as you pass it by, there is an amazing amount of details that you miss in a car, the sights, the sounds, the feeling of the air flowing across your body at speed.

Close your eyes for a second and imagine being free.

It's 1:37 in the morning and I cant sleep.

2008-10-16T01:31:00.001-04:00

I just finished having sex with my wife. It was good. Better than good.

She wound up going to bed around 10pm and I stayed in the living room. By the time watching TV. By the time I made it upstairs she was already fast asleep. I wasn't. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and stumbled clumsily into our bedroom She wore a big t-shirt and no pants. I could see she was waiting for me to meet her but she fell asleep too soon. I was horny and she was laying there.

I slipped under the sheet tripping over a bag of unfolded laundry. Her legs were already spread and I was able to crawl right up to her. I didn't wait right away I licked her lips and slid my tongue straight down line between them. I think she might have moaned but I knew she wasn't asleep.

I continued to lick her clit, not stoping for anything. Once in a while her hands or legs would move or she would take a deep breath, but she didn't wake.

As I continued her hips would move up and down as if to ask me for more. With each stroke of my tongue she moved a little more. I couldn't help but to play with myself too. The taste of her pussy is a familiar one, I like it. Then when I wasn't expecting it a hand moved through my hair. My eyes opened and I could see her other hand caressing her nipple. Then she moaned. Her back arched and she pulled away from me, but I followed. I wasn't about to stop, I enjoy her cumming for me, I like the taste, the feel of her wetness on my face as I bury my mouth in her.

When she was done I could feel her hands were pulling on my skin begging me to meet her face to face. I refuse I pulled back so that the only part or me was my tongue against her clit. She asked me to fuck her, she wanted me in her. I told her no. I wouldn't let my dick in her until I was ready, I was ready. It's hard for me to hold back so I reach down and started to stroke myself. I told her the only way she can get is is to cum for me again.

I slid my body over her still not touching her until we were face to face. then I kissed her, not hard or long, I just licked her tongue adn pulled away. The only part of me touching her is my dick, firmly planted at the entrance to her pussy, but I wasn't going to go in. I told her that she had to cum for me again.

Two fingers is all it would take. By the time my mouth was near her abdomen I had two fingers in her. I wasn't trying to be gentle adn pushed into her. her whole body moved up and when she came back I was waiting to taste her again. I continued to do this at an ever faster rate. Then she said my name. My fingers were soaked. I pulled them out to taste them, and I licked my hand clean.

I can't, nor would I try to begin to tell you how I felt. I didn't need to be in her, I could cum if I wanted to. I was that close. But she needed me to. I shoved myself in. Instinctively my hand grabbed the headboard to help me thrust.

She is the only girl that has ever made me orgasm, not just cum, orgasm. Tonight she got me off. I might have been telling her what to do, but she was in total control. As I pulled my dick out I felt it moving over me, a tingling sensation almost like I lost feeling in my limbs. I could feel my heart racing fast each time I pressed into her, pushing us both until we are against the headboard. The sensation that skips through my body is so strong I don't even realise I had released.

I slow to a complete stop laying all my weight on her. I didn't pull out yet, nor was I completely hard. My hand was still firmly grasping the headboard and wouldn't let itself go. I needed a second to rest, to relax.

My wife is the only person that can do that for me. I don't want anyone else to do it for me. That is reserved for her.

The time is now 2:11 am and I am wide awake. I had a cigarette a few minutes ago. My nerves are shot and I'm about to smoke another. I can still feel my hand twitching on it's own, my back is sore from being so tense and it hurts from where she dug her hands into my shoulder. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

42:28

2008-10-15T21:12:00.000-04:00

I just spent 42 minutes 28 seconds talking to an incredible telemarketer. I usually wouldn't spend so much time playing the game and immediately get straight to the point and let them know that I don't want to talk and will hang up soon. But this girl had an incredibly sexy voice, and for a few minutes I made love to her over the phone.

She was asking questions about TV shows. I'm not that into TV too much, but there are some shows that i will make an effort to catch. After she finished naming an incredibly large number of shows that I had never heard of I told her that she had an incredibly sexy voice which opened a whole can of worms. We started to talk about where we live, stuff we do, just normal get to know each other stuff. She really captured my attention for some reason.

Her name could easily be a stripper name, she is a recently divorced 29 year old single mom, who lives about 2 hours away from me. She left her husband because according to her "they got married for all the wrong reasons". I'm sure it's not the whole story, but I didn't want to poke any deeper.

I very much enjoyed the conversation and the flirting that went back and forth. I gave her my email so that we could continue the conversation when she doesn't have to work. Unfortunately she has my home phone number which I realized after we parted ways.

I don't believe anything will ever come out of this, but it was an incredible, and slightly brief conversation between two random people.

Sneakers and a sun visor

2008-10-15T00:26:00.001-04:00

I ran today with Mrs Legs over the past few months that we have been together it seems that our relationship has changed. When we started running together it was about two people running together. Then we fucked, our relationship turned into two people who ran together and occasionally had sex after. Now it seems that we spend more time screwing than than running. I'm not complaining, she is an excellent lover. I have learned so much about her sexual preferences that I can confidently say that I satisfy her better than her husband.

We don't talk about our spouses very often, but it is mutually understood that neither of us is willing to leave our marriages. I love my wife very much and I am extremely happy with our life together, I don't cheat on her because we don't screw enough. I cheat on her because I enjoy the variety. The little glimpse of information I have about Mrs Legs sex life is all I need to know, and I completely understand why she strays. Her husband likes sex, but he doesn't want to stray from his norm, which is her on her back, him pounding away until he gets off, then he rolls over and goes to sleep. I've met him a few times, he likes that she has someone to hang out with in the mornings when she goes out. He's a nice guy, and every time I see him I just want to let him know that he needs to cowboy up, pull his dick out of his vagina, and learn what his wife wants from him. If he would do that then I wouldn't be nailing her on his bed after he leaves for work.

In her three years of marriage she has had two partners before me. One she said, in her words, Fucked like a champ, but was more interested in trying to get caught by her husband than anything else. the second guy was a friend of a friend, and he became very possessive over her, which would have lead to disaster had the relationship persisted.

Shortly after our first encounter we had a serious conversation about what each of us wanted from the other. We both want sex, with someone we can talk to. No relationship, no games, if it happens it happens, if not, oh well there is always tomorrow.

So we went running this morning. I drove to her house and parked in her driveway like I always do. Her husband was long gone. She was dressed in a pair of boy shorts that just barely covered her ass. Her shirt was one of those tight under armor shirts that are very form fitting, and a sun visor. Nothing matched, but she still looked good. I wore my usual running shorts and t-shirt. Neither of us were trying to impress the other.

After stretching in her living room (which with us can almost be considered foreplay) we shot out the front door and down the street. We probably ran about a mile before we turned around to make the mile run back. It was the same route we had run a dozen times before, but we still make the same commentary about the houses we pass and the neighborhood in general. Almost at her house we slow to a walk and stop in her front lawn to do some cool down stretches.

She followed me up her front stairs to the door and I let myself in. As soon as I see that she is through the door I close it behind her and immediately turn my attention to her, pinning her against her door, kissing her neck as she runs her hands up my torso. We had been here before, my lips on her neck really gets her off. I can feel her taking deeper breaths as my hands move up from her hips under her shirt lifting it as I go. As soon as I get her shirt and bra above her tits I lower my head between them. I run my tongue slowly licking one breast carefully avoiding her nipple as my hand cups the other.

My dick is hard. Her breasts are firm, they hold their shape nicely. She reached down to grab me but I pull back not wanting to let her touch me just yet. I've had enough of her chest so I start working my way down. For some reason I just run my nose down her stomach until I get to her shorts. With both hands I pull them off, my face as close to her ever more exposed abdomen as I can be without touching her. When her shorts are around her ankles she does he best to step out of them but they didn't quite fit over one of her sneakers. I'm on my knees in front of her. I can see she wants to reach down and pull it off, but I spread her legs before she can reach down. I place my lips over her slightly hanging clit, and give it a small kiss before I start to move my tongue in circles around her hood. This continues for a few minutes, and she inches her back lower and lower on the door, raising her hips to meet me. We start moving unison. Without her noticing it I pull the rubber I had stashed in my pocket out and put it on.

Then I tell her to turn around. She knows what I'm about to do, and complies. I raise my dick to her pussy. I love the way she feels when I rub it against her and shes completely wet. Her ass is arched almost as far as she can to make it easy for me to work my way in, both her hands are flat against the door and I place mine over hers. I don't go fast, but I push hard, and she pushes back leaning her head against the door.

When I can hear her starting to breath hard I take my hand and move it down passing across her chest down to her pussy. I can feel myself almost ready to cum when I'm playing with her So I slow myself down and pull out until the only thing that is left in her is my head. I can feel her getting close too. With everything I can muster I push into her hard lifting her to her toes. Then she reached down to grab my hand letting me know to stop, but I don't remove my hand from her pussy. I just hold it there squeezing her lips together as she orgasms. She tightens her muscles around my dick, the feeling lets me know its OK to cum. I feel her fingers massaging my balls as I insert myself as hard as I can. I say her name in an almost angry tone and squeeze her lips together at the same time.

She took herself off of me, turned around and bent down on her knees. I had already finished so she pulls the condom off and starts licking me clean. I really like this, its the best way to finish and she likes the taste of my juices.

I follow her into the living room having not made it past the front door yet and take my shirt off and sit down on the floor in her living room. She followed me, taking the rest of her clothes off before sitting between my legs. We talked about what we both had to do the rest of the day and made tentative plans to go out again Friday morning.

I still had over an hour before I was expected to be in my office. So we sat there, her in my arms caressing her naked body. For some reason I noticed that she hadn't taken her sun visor or her sneakers off. I'm not sure why but I found it rather amusing that she was sitting there naked except for those. We fucked once more before I took a quick shower and hurried into work.

At 10:00 I couldn't remember if I had taken the used condoms with me or if she had said she would take care of them. I sent her a text letting her know I think I forgot my socks. She replied that she took care of them.

I Run

2008-10-14T18:10:00.000-04:00

I run three to five days a week. It feels good to run, just you and the pavement. I don't run for time or distance, I go until I feel like turning around. Some days I will go to work early and run there, sometimes I will run near home, and there are days that I will just go to a new neighborhood and try something new.

This past spring I decided to make a wrong turn and see if I could find a shortcut through a housing development. In that housing development I bumped into a very beautiful girl who was out for a jog and asked for directions. Neither of us stopped running and we started talking. After what seemed like an eternity she started to walk so I slowed down along side her. After a few pleasantries we exchanged phone numbers and told each other that we would call and make plans to go for a jog together again. Since then we have ran together many times, she is a great person to talk to very attractive, and ready to go. Every time we went running after that I would drive to her house, and park my car so we could start together.

Any time you have two people of opposite sex together who are attracted to each other the topic of sex will come up. For us we got into a discussion about what we do after we are done running. I always go take a warm shower to relax my body and clean myself off. She said that the first thing she does when she gets home is to masturbate. This took me completely off guard, and that was the last thing said between us remotely sexual in nature. One day a few weeks later I mentioned to her that I was running late and needed to hurry home so I can get to work, She said that she would be happy to let me use her shower, and I was more than happy take her up on her offer.

She showed me around her house pointing out all the major rooms and where the towels were located across from the bathroom. I took a towel and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower so that it stung when I stepped under it. I stood there for a minute just feeling the water run off my back. Then the door opened I could see her naked silhouette as she walked across the bathroom to slide open the shower door. I didn't move as she stepped in and offered to clean me.

I couldn't hide my satisfaction as my penis slowly extended itself. She started by lathering up a loofah and sliding it across my chest, at the same time motioning for me to turn around. Her hands slid up my back and across each shoulder, slowly scrubbing me clean, her hands moved around me and I could feel her breasts press up against me. I lowered my head just in time to see her grab my fully erect dick. As she started to slowly slide the palm of her hand up and down my shaft I reached back to feel her hips and pull her closer. I just stood there holding her close as she slowly stroked me with the water running down my back. She continued until I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower and grabbed the single towel.

I started to dry her off as she stood there completely naked. When I was done she did the same to me, she started with my chest, reaching around to do my back and butt, then she got down on her knees. Knowing what she was about to do I closed my eyes and took a breath. I felt her lips engulf the tip of my dick, her tongue meeting it as she slid it in her mouth. She didn't stop drying my legs off while she continued to lick me. I didn't touch her at all, I just stood there while she slid my shaft into her mouth.

Finally I had enough, I couldn't wait any longer and I motioned for her to pull back. She reached into the cabinet behind her and pulled out a condom, opened the package and slid it over me. I sat down on the toilet and leaned back, I had her hand in mine and pulled her to meet me. She stepped around my legs until my cock was touching her pussy, for a second she stood there with an almost evil grin on her face, I could see in her eyes that she was telling me to relax and that she would do all the work. I just lay back and relax as she pleasured herself on me moving me in and out. Then she just sat down with all her weight on my pelvis. I tightened my abs so that she could rub her clit on my stomach. I could feel the way her body tensed up that she was about to cum for me so I slid my hands up, away from where I had rested them on her thighs. I pulled her hips back and forth as she leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulders. I closed my eyes. I heard her inhale at the same time a gush of her juices gathered at the base of my dick. That set me off, knowing that she was satisfied, I finally let myself go. She could feel it too, my dick pulsing inside her as I came, somehow she knew to pull up and start sliding me in and out of her as vigorously as she could.

As soon as I was done she stoop up and walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind her. I was completely surprised. I enjoyed it completely, and I sat there for a minute taking it all in. I was alone in her bathroom, and realized that I needed to hurry so I quickly washed myself off in the shower again, got dressed and walked out into the hallway. The house was empty. i called out her name a few times but nobody answered. the only trace of her I found there was a note on the front door that read "thanx - lock the door behind you and take this with you".

She sent me a text message this afternoon asking I I wanted to go for a run with her tomorrow.

TMI Tuesday #156 - Foresight

2008-10-14T00:32:00.000-04:00

I have been following other folks blogs for a while now, and always thought that these were interesting.

1. What do you do that sends a clear signal to your partner that you're interested in an intimate evening?

Depends on the day and the mood, there are times when a good back massage shows interest, there are times when pulling down her pants and just licking her pussy, and then there are the more romantic ways, candles flowers, stuff like that.

2. How important is foreplay to an exciting evening?

Foreplay is the key to success, it cant replace the actual act of sex, but it sets the mood. Sex can be good without it, or it can be great with it. Foreplay is about exploring each other, satisfying your own needs, the needs of your partner, or both. And, most importantly, it is just plain fun.

3. What is the first thing you do during foreplay or what is the first thing you like done to you?

Kissing is almost always the start. There is much information you can get from a kiss, and it will, at least with me, tell me or her where we need to go. f I'm in a very passionate mood then the kissing can be passionate, if I'm in a down and dirty mood, it's easy to tell. I always try and see where my partner wants to go with the kiss, usually I can figure out where she wants to go.

4. Are you a one and done kind of partner (20 minutes or so) or do you like intimacy sessions longer than 60 minutes?

Most days yes. When the mood is right, there is time left in the day, and all parties are up to the task. There are some days, like this past Sunday evening where we started early, and ended late. I know I did actually get to bed around 4 am Monday morning. Monday evening was fast, I was tired so was she.

BONUS: If you are interested in sex with a same-sex partner, what would be the first thing you'd like to touch on that other person, and why? (For those already in same sex relationships...what was the first thing you touched, or if you were interested in a relationship with the opposite sex, what would be the first thing you touched?)

Sorry, just not interested.

The best laid plans

2008-10-13T11:37:00.000-04:00

I woke up this morning thinking of VJ. VJ is a single mother, who has been in a steady on/off relationship with her BF (Dman) for almost as long as I have known her, her son's father was never really there, but does pop his head in every once in a while to try and play daddy. I had a crush on her in high school, but nothing ever happened because I was with Jewlez, and I was too stupid to see what was in front of me.

Anyway, almost 3 years ago VJ finds me on Myspace (cool I love talking to people from my past)! Fast forward through a year and a half of flirting, some very innocent meetings and online conversations, to her birthday, fall of 2007. She had a birthday party which she invites me to, and I am more than happy to attend. Her and Dman got into a small fight that night which ended with him leaving the bar very early. I am always a big flirt so I stepped up to the plate, buy her a few drinks of liquid courage, and the rest is a story for another day.

Fast forward to today. I wake up late, do some housework, and jump on the computer to see how the markets are doing (thankfully good). I send a message to VJ on AIM....

TWIAP (11:06:57 AM):hey sexy
Auto Response from VJ (11:06:57 AM): In a lot of pain. Laying in bed watching TV, signed on with my phone. Message me if you want
TWIAP (11:06:59 AM): ?
VJ (11:08:42 AM): I don't think so heh
TWIAP (11:08:49 AM): why what did you do?
VJ (11:10:53 AM): I was a week late for my period. I took 2 home pregnancy tests and both were negative. But I kept having what felt like pregnancy symptoms. So I went to my doctor, he set up an appointment for meto get blood work at a lab today. I got my period this morning, but I'm bleeding a lot and I'm in a lot of pain
VJ (11:12:00 AM): Mind you the last time I got a cramp or a warning sign my period was on its way was when we were in S-town
VJ (11:13:12 AM): The blood work was also supposed to check to see if I was pregnant, but I guess I can rule that out
VJ (11:13:27 AM): The other tests are to see if my hormones are all out of whack
TWIAP (11:13:59 AM): ouch
TWIAP (11:14:17 AM): shoot, and I was gonna ask to see you today
VJ (11:14:31 AM): Really?
TWIAP (11:14:40 AM): yeh
VJ (11:14:42 AM): That's funny you metioned that actually lol
TWIAP (11:14:50 AM): why
VJ (11:15:05 AM): Dman wanted me to give you a blowjob and video tape it for him haha
VJ (11:15:09 AM): We were talking all night
VJ (11:15:17 AM): Irony
TWIAP (11:15:18 AM): we can do that
VJ (11:15:26 AM): Lol
TWIAP (11:15:38 AM): but I wear my shirt and a hat
TWIAP (11:15:44 AM): we can do that
VJ (11:16:17 AM): Ok, but come sometime later. I didn't sleep at all last night
TWIAP (11:16:24 AM): yeh me neither
VJ (11:16:54 AM): Oh, plus I had to fast for 12hrs for these damn tests
VJ (11:17:09 AM): No food, no sleep, cramps
VJ (11:17:19 AM): I feel like dog crap
TWIAP (11:17:27 AM): well now
VJ (11:17:29 AM): I'm gonna nap for a lil bit
TWIAP (11:17:46 AM): ok I was gonna bring the bike up since you want a ride so bad
VJ (11:18:37 AM): You have such shitty timing lol
TWIAP (11:18:43 AM): yeh I know
TWIAP (11:19:13 AM): how does 3 sound?
VJ (11:19:17 AM): I'm gonna nap, eat and see how I feel
VJ (11:19:33 AM): Too early lol
TWIAP (11:19:38 AM): ach!!!
VJ (11:19:41 AM): Maybe 4 or 5
TWIAP (11:19:50 AM): 4 sounds good too
VJ (11:19:52 AM): Haha
VJ (11:19:59 AM): Ok
TWIAP (11:20:19 AM): i'll send you a text when I'm getting ready to leave
VJ (11:20:47 AM): Ok
TWIAP (11:20:50 AM): ok
TWIAP (11:20:53 AM): sleep well
TWIAP (11:20:56 AM): and dream of me
VJ (11:21:17 AM): Haha
VJ (11:21:23 AM): Thnx
TWIAP (11:21:28 AM): yourr welcome
TWIAP (11:21:34 AM): now go get your rest

Well in the end it didn't work out. I went half way out to her place, and got a text letting me know that she was feeling real bad after her nap and that she wasn't up to it. I wound up stopping by my brothers house and staying there for a little while. Not exactly how I wanted the day to work out.

I have been unfaithfull to my wife

2008-10-12T20:07:00.000-04:00

I have been unfaithfull to my wife, from day one. When we first started to sleep together I already had a girlfriend (Mrs Camaro), I made no secret of this, and she knew when I would see Mrs Camaro. My wife and I had been sleeping with each other for 6 months when I asked her to marry me.

At this point I had never stopped seeing Mrs Camaro, but that relationship was going no where. Mrs Camaro had moved following her job and we saw each other infrequently, partly due to distance, partly due to her roommate who was just a complete bitch and hated the fact that Mrs Camaro had a sex life and she didn't. Her roommate was a beautiful girl, but had a bad attitude towards men in general, and would always brood and complain over her idiot of the day.

I had originally met Mrs Camaro at Woodstock99 (it was a great party), I had met her with my girlfriend at the time, Jewlez, and the three of us became VERY good friends right away. After Woodstock we kept in touch and after Jewlez and I fell apart we hit it off big time. She is an incredible girl with the body of a model and a personality to match. We were never very serious and our relationship was more about sex than anything else.

She taught me more about being a lover than a dude with a dick than anyone else. Before her I would just get in hammer away get off and be done. She was the girl that taught me how to go down on a girl, I learned real fast from her that the hole is not the goal. Every time we talk she always manages to remind me how she would just wrap her thighs around my head and pull my hair so as to draw me in. In the begining when we had sex it was just straight sex, missionary, me on top nothing more, nothing less. At the time I was the man, looking back at it I was boring, fast and shitty in bed. The one day it all changed is easy to remember, it was the day before Christmas of 99. I walked into her room and she was wearing a very tight black corset with small black low rider panties to match. She beat me up. She fucked me hard, rode me hurt me. It was good memorable sex, sex that you remember for years. At the end of it she said "next time you fuck me be a real man and take control".

The next time we met I tried, and failed. But she was patient with me. She would give me instructions and make special requests, and I would comply. Slowly through trial and error I learned what she liked, I learned about her boundaries, and mine. She taught me that the real goal of sex isn't to get off, the real goal is to leave the other person wanting more.

On a completely different note, I'm a huge fan of VH1's reality shows. I'm watching charm school 2 right now, which has a cast of 20 beautiful girls, all probably in their 20's, and Sharon Osbourne who is the "headmaster". Out of all the women on the show Sharon is by far the sexiest lady there. And while all the girls on the show are closer to my age, and by far much more attractive, Sharon has a way about her that none of them can touch.

This is where it starts

2008-10-12T16:28:00.000-04:00

This is where it starts.

I have come to realise alot about myself in the past few years. The first is that there are quite a few things I enjoy doing , the second is that I have alot of secrets, and finally the third is that everything weighs very heavy on my soul. I really only have one person that I can talk to about my secrets, and we don't talk nearly enough. She is a girl who I have known for most of my life, she was also my girlfriend for most of my youth. I'll write about her more another day, but for now she is special to me.

The other thing that I have learned is that I am an addict. A sex addict to be more precise. I love women, the sound of their voice, the feel of their skin, the way their hips sway when they walk, smooth silky hair, eyes, everything. I cant get enough of it. The most incredible feeling in the world is when a girl has those deep eyes that you can look right into her soul and know what shes thinking, and its even better when she is saying "I want you inside me".

I recently discovered a site, AM. This is going to be fun. I have tried craigslist, but I find it to be very annoying, and also a very small group of people, who for some reason all know each other. NN is another good site, but to create any relationships you really have to leave yourself out in the open (lots of pics of yourself). NN is more about showing yourself to the community.

The world is a playground and I'm just a kid playing tag.