I'm alive!

I really don't want to go into details, but i was recently involved in a bed accident. I'm alright and feel good now, but only because I have lots of drugs (legal drugs). All I really want to say is please don't drink and drive, and look out for motorcycles, it's that time of year when we are out and many of you forget that we share the road too.

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

TMI Tuesday #176

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1. What are your turn-ons?

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


2. What are your turn-offs?

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


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

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


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

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


5. What's your biggest pet peeve?

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



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

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

The summer beach house

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

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

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

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

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

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

No nothing bad has happened

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

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

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

She missed me

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

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

I was right.

Boy was I right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sexy ladies not (yet) in my life

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

The incredible southern belle

The infinitely sexy Ms. Lilly

Words that are only matched by her body

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

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

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

TMI Tuesday #162

1. What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?

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



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

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



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

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



4. What is your favorite curse word?

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



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

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




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

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