Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Question of the Day - Nudity

OK, here is a question, or series of questions that intrigues me, and I'd love to hear your answers.

Please feel free to post anonymously, as I would rather have you be honest.

  1. When was the last time you were naked by yourself?
  2. When was the last time you were naked outside of the bathroom or locker room?
  3. When was the last time you were naked with another person?

For guys - when was the last time another human saw you with an erection?

For all
  • When was the last time you were naked outside?
  • Was is day or night?
  • Alone or with someone?
  • Why were you outside?
  • In public (park, balcony, nude beach, stage) or Private (backyard, woods, secluded beach)
  • Did anything happen?
As I write me little stories and spin my fantasies, I wonder what other people are doing.

Please answer, add a comment, leave a note, contribute in some way. I'm dying to hear from you all!

Advizor54

Friday, July 25, 2008

No More Porn (Again)

I promised my wife that I’d give up porn (again) for a while.

When I was on my business trip last week it was easy to ignore it, even when traveling used to be my most intense porn moments. I guess it was easy to define the trip as a big deal, a time to pay special attention to NOT doing it. I filled my evenings by working late, going to museums, a ball game, a concert in the park, etc.

But now, when I’m back at home, the computer’s on, the kids are away, distracted, or sleeping, and the honey’s not around, it’s tough not to jump on to www.redtube.com, or www.dailyniner.com, my two favorite sites.

At work, they have always blocked most porn sites for legal reasons, but a few good ones snuck through. I’ve always been paranoid about my boss getting pissed at me for something and then going trolling for problems in my web history. In the past that was pretty tough to do because our network lacked the tools to pin a particular person to specific web traffic patterns after three days. But, my network guy is doing an upgrade and told me that the new tracking tools are much better and much more specific, so there goes even the few sites I have here at work.

That part is all for the better. I really don't want to get fired for something so stupid.

A while ago, she also asked me to stop masturbating without her. That one wasn’t as difficult as I thought. I still stroke it and get it hard, but I never push myself over the edge, it’s more to feel a little bit of that thrill, without breaking my promise. In August, it will be one year since I’ve had an orgasm without her help. That’s 11 months longer than I’ve gone without yankin’ it since I discovered my penis 31 years ago. (Man I’m getting old).

We’ve been married over 15 years and she’s always known that I jerked off a couple of times a week. I asked her why she didn’t want me masturbating anymore, after being cool with it for so long, she said that she wanted to know that I wasn’t thinking about other women in a sexual way. I asked if I could jerk off if I promised to think about here, and she just laughed.

I guess I should tell her that even when I’m with her, I sometimes think about other women. That would probably make her mad.

OK, it’s time for me to go for the day, and since I don’t get much time to write over the weekend, we’ll see you all on Monday.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Fitness Center - Part 2

Read Part One here - Fitness Center - Part 1

We scurried through the pink tiled locker room to the sauna door in the back. Very few women used the hotel gym to shower since the rooms were so close, but it still felt daring to be alone together in the sauna.

The temperature was over 180 degrees and we were immediately drenched in sweat.

“Do you mind?” she asked as she reached down to lift her t-shirt over her head.

“Not at all.” And I matched her motion and removed my shirt.

She was wearing a cute, white, bra that was transluscent with sweat. Her nipples were visible through the fabric and she blushed a little when she caught me staring.

“What the hell.” She said, “I’m too hot.” And she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down, revealing her long beautiful legs and a small pair of dark blue panties.

I decided to lay along so I stood up and slipped of my spandex running shorts. As I pulled my thumb snagged the waistband of my briefs and I felt my semi-erect cock flopped out in to the hot air of the sauna. She laughed at my embarrasment and told me not to worry. I tucked it back in but it was too late, I was growing harder by the second and I was only able to hide it by pressing it painfully to the side. Even when pressed down, my swollen head extended past the small triangle of fabric.

“It’s OK.” She said through the laughter, “It’s obvious what’s going on, just let him out.”

“Are you serious? I don’t want to offend you or get arrested.” I stumbled on me response, amazed at what was happening. The restricted space in the small sauna meant that her body, her hands, her beautiful face were less than 4 feet from my hard and exposed cock.

“I promise you,” she said, her eyes locked on mine, “Neither of those things will happen. Besides, saunas were meant to be used naked, right?

She reached over to the corner of the small sauna and pulled a towel off the stack. She wrapped it around herself and told me to close my eyes. I complied and heard the towel rustling. She told me I could open them again. Her bra and panties were on the floor next to my workout clothes. I stood before her naked while she was wrapped in a towel, but naked underneath. Just one small towel seperated us. I felt my cock twitch and reached over for a towel. They were on her side of the sauna so I had to step closer to her.

The sauna was small and I had to get closer to her to grab a towel to cover myself. She didn’t stop me, or offer to get me a towel, so I moved over. Without a word, she slowly reached out and touched my penis. My heart skipped a beat and I almost came right then.

“Don’t you want me to?” she asked in a very quiet, tearful voice.

“Of course I do,” I reassured her, “You just startled me a little.” I stopped reaching for my towel and stood in front of her. I stepped closer and gently lifted her chin to bring us eye-to-eye. “I want you to touch me.” She placed her hand around my cock and slowly started moving.

“I want to touch you too.” She whispered back, “I want to feel you cum in my hand.”

“Are you sure?” I couldn’t believe that I was trying to talk my way out of this. “You just went through a breakup, you’re sad, you’re out of town, and you don’t even know my name.”

“Then tell it to me.” She lifted her other arm and let her towel drop in to her lap.

“Derek”

“Nice to meet you Derek.” She shifted forward on her small bench, “I’m Tess, and I’m going to make you cum.” Our eyese were locked together and I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. My cock twitched in her hand.

I looked down at her as we broke from our kiss and saw her beautiful breasts, glistening with sweat and now easily within reach.

“Can I touch you Tess?” My voice was tense.

“Yes Derek,” she replied, shaking her long hair back and out of her face, “You may touch me.”

I reached down, cupped her left breast in my right hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She sighed and rested her shoulder against my stomach and sighed again. I thought I heard crying so I stopped and lifted my face to mine again.

“Are you sure about this?” She nodded her head up and down, smiling as she wiped away the large tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I just haven’t been touched in so long, I’ve been so hungry for it, and all I’ve done for the past month is sit at home and cry, and yell at his picture, and…” Her voice trailed off and I relt her grip tighten on my cock. She leaned her forhead against my hipbone and moved her hand to lightly stroke and fondle my erection. She turned to look at it and we just stood there quietly in the sauna of the New Orlean’s Marriot on Canal Street.

“Do you want to cum Derek?”

“Yes” Her pace quickened.

“Does it feel good to cum Derek?

“Yes”

“I need to hear you say it.” The tears were returning to her voice. “I need to know that you want me to make you cum.” My cock was on fire and I could feel my orgasm building in that special place right behind my balls. I felt her shift forward on the bench and saw her hand dip between her legs.

“Tess, I want you to make me cum.”

“I want to make you cum.”

Her hand flicked away the small sauna towel and I saw her beautiful pussy for the first time. It was totally hairless and as she scooted forward and spread her legs the angry pink of her lips spread open and her fingrs plunged in.

Her right hand pumped my cock with increasing fervor. Still standing in front of her, I leaned over her and began stroking her back in long tender strokes. I wrapped my hands around her waiste and cupped her breasts in my hands. I reached down further, past her hips, and spread her cheeks. My index finger moved down between her cheeks and I found the soft skin around her anus and began to tease and play with her. She gasped when I pressed hard enough to enter her from behind and she gripped my cock harder than ever, almost to the point of pain.

Her fingers were stroking and circling her clit as she leaned against me and opened her legs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck.” She groaned as she pressed harded into ther wet and swollen clit. I turned to allow my finger better penetration from behind and I knealt down beside her to take her nipple in my mouth. Doing this made her let go of my cock but her orgasm was about to hit and I wanted to be closer to her.

“Cum for me Tess, Cum for me.” I urged, lifting my lips from her perfect nipples to speak. I wrapped myself around her, pressing in deeper from behind and using my free hand to caress her slippery open thighs. Her breaths started coming in gasps and I placed my hand on top of hers as it circled and penetrated her spasming cunt.

“OH FUCK” she screamed as her orgasm racked her body. She began to twitch and convulse around her fingers, now plunged deep inside her body. My free arm wrapped around her as she moaned and started to slide from the bench. I caught her but needed both hands so I let my finger slide out and held her around the waist.

Her legs were too weak to support her weight so I held on more tightly and lifted her back up to the bench, placing her on my lap, holding her firmly, our sweaty, wet bodies moving as one as her ragged breathing began to steady. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself into my chest. Her hips twiched and bucked at random as the last pulses of her orgasm sent aftershocks through her exausted body.

Curled up in my lap she looked so tired, so young. The heat of the sauna kept us from getting a chill but I still shivered as her body settled in to mine. I held her for several minutes, her breathing calmed, and it felt like she was sleeping.

Minutes more passed and I knew that her friends must be wondering where their friend had gone to after being left alone with a stranger in the hotel gym. As I was starting to shift out from under her, to get us both dressed and back to the real world, I heard a quiet knocking on the door.

The brunette was outside looking in and she opened the door as soon as we made eye contact. She didn’t give me time to be embarrassed about being naked.

“Is she alright?”

“Yea, she’s tired though. She…” I sought for the right words, “seemed to get a lot of tension out of her system.”

“Yea, she needed that. And you looked like a nice enough guy.”

“What?” I stared at the beautiful brunette in front of me, “You all knew this was going to happen?”

“She noticed you when you walked in and let us know she wanted to get to know you more. But, believe me, nothing would have happened if she didn’t like you. She just needed some tenderness.”

Tess was asleep on my lap, resting her head on my thigh, her long hair covered me a little, but my arrousal was still evident.

“I see that she didn’t have time to finish you off though,” the brunette said with a wink.

I smiled sheepishly, “That’s OK, she needed it more than I did. I’ll just go up to my room and take care of things.” I couldn’t believe that I was sharing this.

“That’s sweet,” she said, stepping into the sauna and closing the door behind her, “But you deserve to be rewarded for being so great to Tess.”

With this she pulled her sports bra over her head and knelt in front of me.

“My name is Joan if you want to know.”

She gently moved Tess’s hair out of the way and took me in her mouth. My mind was spinning at the pleasure and sheer outrageousness of the situation. Her mouth felt wonderful on my cock as she slowly bobbed up and down. Her fingers tickled along the shaft as she lips moved and she reached up, took my wrist, and placed it on her neck.

“Guide me” she said. I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently directed her motions. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower, sometimes as deep as she could take me.

“I’m going to cum.” I said, warning her, giving her the option.

“Touch me” she said, and kept her lips on my cock, her tongue swirling around my head with each stroke. I obliged and reached to and felt her softer, fuller breasts. They were heavy and firm and her nipples felt good between my fingers.

“Touch Tess”

“She sleeping”

“Not anymore.”

I looked over and sure enough her eyes were open, looking up at me, smiling.

Tess took my free hand off the back of Joan’s head and placed it on her own body, guiding me to her breasts, stomach, and hips. She lifted her knees and spread them and guided my hand to her slippery center.

“Thank you” she whispered.

The sensory overload was just too much and I felt my cum rushing to the surface.

“I’m cumming Joan.” I whispered back and she sunk herself deep on to my shaft, I felt my cock scrape along her teeth as I plunged deeper in her mouth, and her tongue enveloped me in warmth.

My orgasm lasted longer than I ever expected. With a hand on each woman’s body, the erotic energy flowed through me like never before. I arched my back and felt my body pulse endless cum into Joan’s mouth. I saw stars and was on the edge of incoherance and blackout. I felt Joan coxing more out of me and Tess’s hand was guiding my fingers over her bare and sweaty skin, teasing herself with my touch, giving me tactile glimpses of her body as my orgasm continued.

Finally it stopped. Without show or fanfare, I saw Joan swallow as she moved over to Tess. They kissed tenderly and I saw their tongues slide over and past each other. Joan placed a hand on her breast and gave it a quck squeeze.

“You taste good.” Tess said, admitting that more than a kiss had just passed between them.

Joan stood and said that we should move back to the room to get cleaned up. Tess, on shakier legs, stood as well, Joan wrapped an arm around her for support.

I stared up at them. Two beauties, one naked in post orgasmic bliss, one, the giver of the same.

I looked at their breasts and then caught their eye.

“May I?”

“Sure,” Joan said, and she placed her hand under my chin and brought my lips to her nipple. I kissed and suckled and rolled her large nipples on my tongue, trying to memorize it for all time.

I detached and moved over to Tess. Smaller, firmer, her nipples were more intense and they felt wonderful in my mouth.

Tess placed her hand on my head and gently nudged me away.

“I really need to get up to the room to rest.” She said.

“OK,” I said, kissing her lightly on the forehead. “Thank you.”

They both stared at me and then back to my clothes.

Joan finally spoke. “Lead the way silly, we don’t know where you room is.”

We all smiled, and left the sauna together.

Fitness Center - Part 1

I was on the road last week. It was the first of six monthly trips between now and the end of the year. I’ve been lucky enough to stay at home the past 6 months but now the busy season is upon us again and I start to hit the road.

The biggest challenge is to avoid free and open porn while I’m in my hotel room. I’ll admit that I have come back from the office, ordered room service, plugged in, and jerked off for the next 6 hours on the Internet. There is unlimited free porn and it just never goes away.

When I first started traveling with a company laptop in room Internet was between around $25 per day. At that rate I ignored it and spent my evenings eating dinner and watching ESPN. Now, Internet is fast and free, my pants are off, and “a good time was had by all.”

However, that changed a while ago when I promised my wife that I’d cut it out.
No porn, no strip clubs, no masterbation. Nada.
While I haven’t been perfect, I’ve been pretty good. On this trip I was very good. But I did have an interesting fantasy about some fellow guests in the Fitness Center.


I woke up with a woody and sighed, wondering how mad she’d be if I called her at 5:00 AM her time to wake her up for some phone sex. I figures she’d be pretty mad, so I rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. Event thought I wasn’t allowed to cum without my wife’s help, I lotioned up and stroked it a bit to keep things interesting. I love the fragrance of the hotel’s lotion and it’s a wonderful feel on my hard cock.

I took a quick pee, got dressed in my spandex running shorts, and headed downstairs for a swim. The hotel pool is outside, 22 meters long, 8 feet deep, and usually perfect for swimming laps. When I got downstairs, however, I saw a family of 5 splashing and playing in the shallow end and I didn’t have the heart to tell the three young kids that it was “my turn.’ I ran my card key through the reader and steped in to the fitness center, looking for a simple workout before heading to work for a few hours and then to the airport to fly home.

It was better than the typical hotel fitness center. The room had free weights, a universal set with 4 workout stations, a sit-up bench, some pully machines for upper body work, and three treadmills, a couple of eliptical machines, and two steppers. Even better, it had a sign that pointed to a sauna and a fridge full of complimentary fruit juices and water.

The award-winning feature was that I was not alone. The prior four mornings of my stay had seen an empty pool and an abandoned fitness center. I guess it was Friday and the weekend crowd was showing up.

There were four women in the gym, all happliy chatting away as they went through their workout. As I had entered, the conversation died at once and they all looked at each other and blushed. I had obviously interrupted “Girl Talk” so I tried to apologize and told them to “Carry on” and put on my iPod headphones and moved to the free weights in the far corner.

What they didn’t know was that my iPod’s battery had died on the way down so, as their conversation turned back to “girl talk,” I could hear almost everything. The youngest, and prettiest, had apparently been dumped by her boyfriend before her business trip and it was making it hard for her to concentrate on the sales convention they were attending. Most of the conversation revolved around how men are comlete rat-bastards.

As the women moved through their wokout, the conversation would drift to her now-absent love-life,

“Oh, she just needs to find time for a good wankin’ I suppose,” declared Betsy, the oldest of the group. The rest laughed, but Tess, the target of her jest, blushed deeply and turned her face away from the group. I looked up from my weights and caught her eye and smiled. She realized then that I had heard Betsy’s comment and her blush deepend even more.

“How’s she going to find time for that with us four all sharing the same room?” One of the others said, and the group roared in laughter again.

“Speaking of wankers,” Betsy said allowed, “Our boss is expecting us in 45 minutes, so we best get moving along.” With their ring-leader leading the way, three of the four women moved towards the door. Tess took one by the elbow, a slightly older but incredibly fit brunette and whispered something in her ear. I had been staring at the brunette and Tess the entire time. Both had similar faces and eyes, but Tess was slim and young, while the other had more curves. The brunette was wearing tight black workout pants and a red sports bra top. When she bent over to pick up her towel it was obvious that she was going without panties, and the thought my my body stir.

After the three others left, Tess and I were alone in the fitness center. She moved to the ab bench, hooked her feet under the padded bar and started doing sit-ups. I got up to cross the room to the treadmill when she asked, in a very quite voice, “Could you hand me a 5 pound weight?”

I reached over to the weight rack and handed her a small black disc of iron and she held it to her chest to increase the resistance.

“You’re not listening to any music, are you?” she asked.

Busted, I smiled down at her and admitted that my battery had died before I even walked through the door.

So you heard everything?

“Well, not everything,” I clarified, “but I got the important parts.”

I extended my hand and she shook it at the top of her next crunch. Still holding on to my hand, she used me as a counter balance to stand up.

“I’m Tess” she said.

We both walked over the treadmills and started out at a slow pace. She shared her tale of misery and I listened, asking small questions here and there, anything to look her in the eyes. They were light green with brown flecks, set above soft white cheeks that had light freckles and seemed to be made of silk.

After her tale, I sensed that the talking was done and increased the speed on my treadmill to fill the silence. She matched me for a minute, then added more speed. It matched her, and then kicked it up. Soon we were past 5 miles per hour, a respectable jogging pace, then she kicked it up to 6 MPH, a 10-minute mile. That is the pace where I do most of my jogging, but still I got winded.

She looked at me in the mirror and with great flair, added more speed and a little hill. Soon we were going at a 9:30 pace on a 5% incline and I was quickly losing steam. I’m not sure if she saw me struggling to keep up or if she decided that she had had enough, but she slowed us down, ended the challenge, and brought us back to a walking pace.

“I’m glad you gave up.” I said, trying to catch my breath and sound cool at the same time.

“Yea,” she laughed, “I needed a break. You must do this a lot.”

“I do,” I replied, “but not at that pace.”

We laughed and brought our treadmills to a stop and looked at each other. “Now What?” was the question that hung in the air.

“What about the sauna?”

She said that it sounded nice, but that there was one in the women’s locker room and one in the men’s.

“We could text back and forth.” She said, waving her cell phone in the air.

I laughed, and then looked around. “Your’s or mine?”

“Mine” she said, and we walked through the door to the women’s locker room hand in hand.

Confession

Is confession really good for the soul?
Is it good for your marriage? relationships? future?

I have been a very bad husband at times during my 15+ years of marriage. While never stepping out and having "sex" with other women, I have been emotionally involved with several, and those relationships sometimes involved touching and sexual activities.

So I've decided to confess, to document my past misdeeds and try and figure out why I did what I did.

Over the next few weeks I'm going to recount all of the things I've done that I shouldn't have done, and then debate how much of it to tell my wife. If any of my 10 loyal readers have any advice, please let me know.

The women in these relationships have no idea what I am up to and have nothing to do with my life anymore. Their privacy will be strictly protected as I don't want to have any possibility of them accidentally being identified, however remote that possibility may be.

Some of my confessions will sound more like wistful memories rather than serious regrets, but what the hell, their are my memories and my blog, so I get to rewrite my own history. That's what an autobiography is all about, right? We try to write it down first so our enemies can't. :-)

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A Girl from Liberal - Part 3

This is part 3 of "A Girl from Liberal"

Read part one before moving on....

But don't look for part 2, it's not written yet...


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That’s what she said,

What?

That’s what she said. She leaned over my shoulder and pointed at the last line on the screen “It was warm, and soft, and she squeezed it tightly when the action got intense.”

You’ve been watching the office too much.

Well, it’s funny, and true.

I was talking about you holding my hands.

Yea, what are you writing?

I’m writing about the first night we spent together.

You mean the night you seduced a barely legal high school girl?

You weren’t in high school you were on your way to college.

I was barely 18!

You were 18 and 4 days

I was really just 18 and 3 days since I was born at 5 minutes to midnight. I can’t believe you seduced someone less than ½ your age.

I can’t believe you flirted with some one twice your age?

She leaned in over my shoulder again, letting her body rest against my back. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and I felt her chest press in to my shoulders. Her damp hair tickled the back of my neck and the fresh scent of her shampoo filled my nose.

Are you going to get dressed?

Not yet, I still have to do my nails and I haven’t picked out what to wear yet.

Well, we have to leave at 8:00, so try not to take too long.

I reached up behind my head to take her hair in my hands. I pulled her around to my lap and kissed her deeply. Her bare skin was still warm from the shower and her skin was covered with tiny goose bumps.

Are you chilly?

My fingers teased her bare skin, circling her breasts, coming to rest on her nipples.

A little, maybe you could warm me up?

She stood before me and pushed me away from the computer keyboard. She lifted one legs slowly in the air, spreading herself open for me and then slowly lowered herself down on to my lap.

She began to rock against me, stirring me too life and as she kissed me again. She was slow and controlled, moving slowly, not teasing me, because we both knew the ending but controlled, knowing that the build-up would be long, and the release more powerful if we took or time.

Why are you up so early? Asking breathily between kisses

I had to get the second chapter off to Bernie before they opened on the east coast. I’ve been up since four.

My silk boxers were getting wet from her open thighs, her arousal was obvious, and her recent shower had left her dripping wet in many ways.

She put her feet on the floor and lifted herself up until her breasts were in-line with my mouth.

Suck them.

It was her favorite sensation, the strong tug of a man’s mouth on her nipples, playing roughly, sucking, pulling, teasing, extending, and helping her body engorge them with blood, making them large, hard, and sensitive. I was more than glad to oblige, of course. It never failed to arouse me to see her enjoy my touch so much. Twice before she had climaxed from my nipple play alone, not a touch below the waist, her young firm breasts in my mouth, rolling in my hands, playing, pulling, kissing, tugging, and topped by the occasional playful nip.

My erection had grown to its full height by the time she set herself back down in my lap.

That’s what I was hoping for! She smiled

She reached between our bodies, pulled my cock out of the fly of my shorts, and placed her weight upon it, trapping it between our bodies. She moved again, lifting most of her weight so that her wet opening moved slowly up and down my shaft, coating it with her excitement, but denying me the entry that we both wanted.

It’s almost 7:00; do we have time for this?

Perhaps not, but I could do my nails in the car, and this is so much better than being on time.

I know, but it’s your mother’s party and if we leave late, we’ll hit traffic.

She pressed down on me harder, rubbing her clit with the head of my shaft.

She reached down, took my left hand, and put it back on her breast. Every time I touched her, I was amazed that she was still with me. The 24-year age difference melted away as soon as our clothes hit the floor. Her body was so young, so firm, and fresh. She had no sags, no spots, it was youth and sensuality personified and it was my own personal miracle that she allowed me this intimacy each day.

I took her nipple in my hand and tugged gently.

Harder

I pinched and pulled as she rocked back and forth, wetness everywhere, my body coated in her juices and her passion growing inside her.

She pulled my face upward for a powerful kiss and her tongue attacked my mouth and I swallowed her in.

My hands grew more aggressive and her breasts filled them with firm perfection. Her nipples were hard and large and she gasped with each tweak and tug.

Her eyes closed and she was taking charge, her orgasm close, her climax approaching. She pressed her body into mind at all three contact points, her hips ground against my cock and I felt the tip of my penis bump and press into her young, engorged clit. Her hands were on the back of my head, pressing our kisses together, our tongues hot and aggressive, our tongue battling, dancing, twisting together, and her chest, hungry for my touch, was mine to fondle and attack.

Angh. She began to grunt as she humped me more insistently. Aaaagh, ungh, mmmm

Her noises were loud and varied, her sense of discretion lost in the knowledge that we had no neighbors in our loft apartment high above the city.

Oh fuck! She leaned her head back and wrapped her hands around my neck and leaned back, changing the angle on her clit, pressing the full lips against my raging penis, her hips twitching and humping against me like a flesh and blood dildo.

Fuck fuck fuck her orgasm was close.

Harder

I pinched harder

More

I twisted, pulled, tugged, squeezed, lifted, and fondled. Her breasts were red from my touch, red with sensitivity, full and engorged and about to send her over the edge.

Her noises changed from external exclamations to internal groaning. Her pace slowed and she rubbed her open pussy against my dick in long deliberate strokes. I knew this was it.

Her body wrapped around my cock as she pressed against me. Her lips pressed open from top to bottom an as if she was taking my cock in sideways, wanting to be filled at a 90 degree shift. I reached up with my left hand and gently flicked her nipple. I knew it would hurt and I flicked it again.

She moved slowly up my cock.

I flicked the other red engorged nipple.

She twitched, slowed, and pressed against me harder,

And came

Her body exploded in a flurry of humping and thrusting against my body. I dropped my hands down around her hips to keep her centered on my grateful cock and thrust back against her. Our bodies were a flurry of fucking as her orgasm crashed over her in wave after wave. Her orgasmic energy translated into thrust after thrust and her screaming filled the high ceilings and concrete walls with echoes of climactic energy.

Her body flowed, gushed, and melted into orgasmic bliss and our bodies were slippery and smooth. My turn had arrived and I thrust against her quivering body and began to cum and cum and cum. Each of her thrusts brought more out of me; each of my streams aroused her more. We were wet and sticky and we humped and bucked against each other for uncountable seconds before her body twitched, moaned, and stopped.

Don’t move

I didn’t

Don’t even twitch

I froze

Her body was on fire, each nerve a red-hot poker, each skin cell a potential pinprick or post orgasmic heat.

She leaned slowly against my chest and lifted her enflamed lips away from my body letting the cool morning airflow between us, calming her flesh, slowing her heart, easing the tenderness.

Involuntarily my cock jumped, tapping her click with the impact of the tiniest feather

STOP! Her hand pinched my earlobe as she held on to my head for support.

Sorry.

Moments, minutes passed

Her breathing returned to normal.

The sweat on my skin began to dry

The juices that once lubricated now adhered and we shifted slowly in our chair until she curled up on my lap, nestling in my arms, her tight round buttocks resting on a now soft penis.

I’m going to have to shower again

I giggled

I can live with that

The phone rang

She answered

Hi Millie

Millie, her older sister called every day and I knew that the phone, more than any affectionate interlude, had the potential for making us late.

Mille, I gotta go. We are going to a barbeque for Howard's mom today.

I shook my head, silently mouthing No. No. No.

Sure you can come with us! It’s at the equestrian center Can you bring some potato salad?

I shook my head more vigorously. Millie as pretty as her younger sister, a huge flirt, and always trouble.

No, no, not at the party. We don’t want to scare the horses.

She shook her head in response to an unheard question. She laughed aloud.

Besides, there’s nowhere to do it, and anyway, we just finished doing it, so I’m all set for a few hours.

She kissed me on the lips as she hopped up and made her way to the bathroom, still talking to Millie at a mile a minute.

Yea, he was up early for an east coast call so I attacked him.

YES!!! I’m serious.

I stood up to follow her

She spun around and took me by the hand

Of course he was wonderful, he always is. I’ll tell you all about it when we see you at the party…

She kissed me again and we stepped in to the bathroom.

OK sis, I’ll see you at the park. I’m pulling him into the shower with me right now. Don’t forget to pick up the potato salad.

I took the phone from her hand, pressed the button to hang up, and kissed her deeply.

We might be late for the party after all….

I was hoping so, that’s why I told her to bring the salad…

Just a few links

I'm working a couple of stories, but wanted to get out a few of my favorite sites from the past few days!!!

http://www.erosblog.com/

http://prettydumbthings.typepad.com/chelseagirl/
http://ifeelmyself.com/public/main.php
http://beautifulagony.com/public/main.php
http://www.njoytoys.com/
http://aagblog.com/
http://www.tellyoursexstory.com/blog/category/sexstories

http://eroticleesa.blogspot.com/

Thursday, July 17, 2008

For K


I had a dream last night, a wonderfully erotic, fully orgasmic, wet dream.

I went to bed early after seeing a “Journey to the Center of the Earth – 3D” at the theater near my hotel. It was a fun movie, not quite worth the $12, but I got a free pair of 3D glasses to add to my fashion arsenal. The female lead, Anita Briem, is cute enough, I guess, but the story dragged on and I didn’t think that they made full use of the 3D effects. After the movie was a quick dinner of bad Chinese food consisting of stale rice, discomforting sweet & sour sauce, and over-fried shrimp. I should have complained, but didn’t since I was the one and only diner in the restaurant and it was 9:55 when I left. Just 5 minutes before closing. I’m sure I got the leftover rice that was destined for the owner’s son’s school lunch the next day.

But what does this blather have to do with my powerfully orgasmic wet dream? Nothing really, except to say that my day was exceptionally unsexy. No porn on the computer, no pretty women at work, no one of note at the gym or in the pool, and no convention of under-age hotties to catch my attention, my heart rate skip, or make my eye wander.

I even went to bed early. I was in bed by 11:00 PM, unheard of for me during business trips where I tend to fight insomnia until the wee hours of the morning. I had my laptop on my lap to write chapter two of the story I started yesterday but I couldn’t keep my eyes open and I gave up and turned out the lights.

And I slept.

I slept deeper and longer than any night of this business trip and can’t remember any other dreams besides this very special one.

I was in a home, perhaps her home, or mine, it does not matter. We were kissing, it was a friend of mine, a familiar friend, but platonic only, and we were kissing. It was unusual because she and I flirted many years ago until she married another and I reconciled with my wife. We see each other occasionally now, at the gym, fully dressed, and there is no touching of teasing, just talking and sweating.

As we kissed, we moved through the house. I could feel her touching me, stroking me through unseen clothes until we backed up against a wall and our bodies crushed together, my hardened body pressing into her slim hips, my mouth devouring her tongue as we probed deeply, and my arms wrapping around her to lift her to my eyes.

Her legs opened and wrapped around me and if found myself, as happens in dreams, without pants, my erection hard and long, and dripping. I turned her away from the wall to which I had pinned her and laid her back on a small table that was mirrored and flat.

I lifted her shirt and saw the flower tattoo that surrounds her navel and a large safety pin that was where her belly button ring should be. As I lifter her shirt it dissolved into a mist and drifted away, revealing her firm, small tits. They were as they are in real life, perfectly shaped, but frustratingly small in her eyes. Her nipples, in perfect form, were hard and pointed and aroused and my hands were upon them in a dreambeat.

As her t-shirt vanished so did her pants and I began to lick and suckle on her small pierced navel. It bulged and swelled, almost as if pregnant, and moved as my tongue caressed and explored.

In a moment of dream-logic I saw the tip of my cock, still hard and shiny, crawl up her belly as a vine ascends a chimney, snaking every upward until it entered her mouth, quite by its own volition.

My penis entered her mouth and she began to suck, and kiss, caress and slurp, dainty and nasty, soft and fevered, long suction and butterfly kisses, all manner of oral pleasure shocked and rocked my body.

Suddenly I was on top of her, straddling her chest, my cock deep inside her mouth, my hand reaching back between her legs and stroking her cunt, now on lewd display between her wide spread legs.

I turned back to look at her and saw her hands guiding my cock deep down her throat, as if she had no gag reflects, and as if my cock were a snake entering her. I began to thrust and she began to cum, and I felt the cum pulsing down her throat, as she swallowed and swallowed, her hands now fondling her own small nipples.

At the moment of orgasm I awoke, and became aware that it was all just a dream but the images still played in my head. I closed my eyes and dove back in to the dream, feeling the pulsing of my cock as the last drops of heaven escaped, trying desperately to rejoin the fantasy that played so intensely within my mind.

I lay on my smooth white hotel sheets quite out of breath and covered with delicious sticky cum. I pulled my silk boxers down and felt the pools of sticky whiteness on my skin and spread it around, enjoying the aftermath as I would with a real world lover.

I stood and got out of bed and entered the bathroom. The clock on the counter read 4:12 AM and I resisted the urge to shower, but instead ran the hot water in the sink and covered my cock with fragrant hotel lotion and stroked again.

A second climax was on the cards but I hardened pleasurably and then cleaned myself with the steaming hot water and a fresh towel. I cleaned my softening penis, my chest, my matted hair, my thighs. I was fresh and hot, the hotel was quiet and dark, and I led myself back to bed.

Hoping, beyond hope, to dream again, of my friend.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

A girl from Liberal

Are you here for the medical conference?

Yea, it’s been a long week, but it’s been a lot of fun, you know, it’s just like a week long science fair with some amazing mentors and I can’t believe I got invited and I’ve just been running around like crazy.

Wow, that’s quite an answer. My name’s Howard, but my friends call me JD.

Oh, hi, my name is Janice. JD, Janice, JD, Janice, they seem to go together, but how did you get JD out of Howard? Doesn’t seem to make sense.

I laughed at her nervousness and hoped that our elevator ride wouldn’t end too soon.

I repair the tractors on my daddy’s farm.

I love farm boys, she smiled. I mean I grew up just outside of Liberal Kansas and believe me, it’s not very liberal, you know, little “l” vs. big “L” I’m dying to get out of there as soon as school starts this fall, I mean would kill them to let an “R” rated movie in town once in a while?

Where does school starts this fall

OMG! (She actually used the acronym and I smiled at her sweetly) I’m going to UCLA pre-med and I’m so excited to be going to California, the beach, the sun, the movie stars, and just everything. I’m buying a car this summer and my girlfriend and I are going to drive out together and spend a couple of weeks on the beach just soaking in the sun, working on our tans, and completely ignoring our homework, and school and nasty boyfriends who are going to the completely wrong colleges and everything that has been such a bummer this summer.

Ping!

The elevator door opened, and I extended my hand.

Enjoy the conference Janice.

Bye Howard. She winked and added, you don’t look like a JD any more.



My workday went on as all workdays do. I call, I assign, I follow-up, I re-assign. The projects lurch forward, then back, then forward again, occasionally rolling on their backs attempting to play dead until I pay them attention like a love-starved puppy. If the puppy just needs a pat on the head, I’ll do that by phone, but on occasion the puppy needs a full-blown belly rub to get back on its feet, and that is why I was in an elevator with Janice, the under-age medical student in a very sleek skirt, wonderfully cute shoes, and a blouse that tried very hard to make her look all grown up, but instead, just showed off her beautiful chest in all of it’s youthful glory.


I chided myself for thinking dirty thoughts about someone so young. 16, 17 at the oldest, I told myself. Starting college this fall gave me hope that she might be edging 18, but the shoes were a dead give away. Little pumps from DSW that had bows on them and matched the dress perfectly. They were the shoes of a 17-year old with her first credit card.



5:00 rolled around and the team I was working with consisted of commuters that all rushed to the train at the same time. My body clock was two hours off because of my flight from the west coast so I worked for a couple more hours updating the project plan, reviewing documents to the next day’s meetings, and writing some personal e-mails on my GMAIL account.



At 7:15, I pulled up the movie site and checked out what was playing in town. The local Edwards had Indiana Jones, Iron Man, and Hellboy, and, since I had seen Iron Man, I chose Hellboy, ‘because my girlfriend wanted to see Indiana Jones together and she’d kill me if I saw it first.



Dinner would consist of a double scoop of ice cream from Coldstone Creamery in the theatre lobby and a hot dog from the concession stand on the 2nd floor. To my surprise, the theatre was almost empty so I went to my favorite seat, 4 rows from the top, dead center, with my feet over the row in front to discourage anyone from blocking my view.



The previews kicked in and I finished off my hot dog and started on my ice cream.



The voice from my left startled me.

You aren’t going to finish that all by yourself, are you Howard?

In the darkened theater, it was hard to see who was approaching me. All I saw were legs that went forever, wrapped in tight black leggings and an oversized Jayhawks t-shirt that showed off a terrific rack.

The picture on the screen switched and the whole theater brightened. It was Janice.

Hi Janine!

It’s Janice, but I think you knew that. Most guys try being cool and showing that they don’t remember, but I know better. Are you here by yourself Howard? No dinner plans with work?

All by myself. Everyone else has family to go home to.

And what about at the end of this trip, eh Howard? Do you have family to go home to?

Just a girlfriend, I replied. She was standing next to me, over me really, as I sat low in my theatre chair, my legs hanging lazily over the back of the seat below me.

Are you going to ask me sit down and join you or do I have to go back with my friends and see “Sex in the GAG ME City”?

Won’t they notice you missing?

Not for a while. They were just jolly that they got in. I don’t get why horse face parker is even famous. She’s a crappy dresser, uglier than mud, and couldn’t act her way out of a soaking wet paper bag. Move over.

Sit down.

Move over, I need the middle seat.

Left or right, but I get middle.

I’m leaving if I don’t get middle.

Good-bye

Fuck you

Ooooh, the small town girl knows big city words. Sit down.

With a plop, she sat down and reached over for my ice cream. I handed it over.

She took a big spoonful and licked it clean in a heartbeat.

Oh shit, I haven’t had ice cream for a month, I love it.

Why no ice cream? Lent was over months ago.

‘cause of this stupid conference. I had to drop 10 pounds to fit into the dress I was wearing last night.

The a-line skirt and the white blouse?

No, but thanks for noticing, it was a long floral number for our “graduation” ceremony last night, after you ogled me in the elevator.

I did not ogle. I noticed.

You noticed my shoes, you ogled my chest.

Did not.

What color were my shoes?

Navy blue with a white bow with blue polka dots and white trim.

What color was my bra?

I stared at the screen and smiled.

I don’t have to answer that.

It doesn’t matter, you’ll see it again.


I watched in stunned silence as this beauty settled in next to me. She was almost done with my ice cream as the opening credits rolled.

Oh, I guess I should let you have some, and she leaned in to give me a spoonful of my own ice cream.

It was Pralines and Cream, my favorite, and apparently, one spoon was all I was going to get that night.

Hmmmm, that was worth $7, I joked aloud.

Yes it was, wasn’t it, she said as she licked the spoon clean and stuck it back in my shirt pocket. Save that for later.

The action started on screen and she reached over and tried to take my hand. I moved away gently, but firmly, and sat up a little straighter.

What’s wrong?

I’m 42

So?

You aren’t.

So?

You are still in high school.

No, I’m not. I graduated last month and I’m going to college this fall.

How old are you?

Old enough.

How old are you?

18

Bullshit. I have t-shirts older than you.

Promise!

Bullshit, give me your wallet.

She reached in to her clutch purse and pulled out a small Gucci credit-card holder. The first card was a Platinum Neiman-Marcus card, with obvious marks on the numbers; this card had been used a lot.

The 2nd card was a Shell gas card, then a Macy’s cark, a Dillon’s grocery discount card, and a member card to the Willow Tree Golf Course. I held it up.

What’s your handicap?

24

I kept going. Wal-mart loyalty card, a 25 punch-pass to the Hugoton Swimming Pool

Hugoton’s a fair drive just to go swimming.

Swim team in Liberal was kind of weak, plus the coach was cute.

Coach’s name?

Tammy. She stared at the screen for a moment before turning to me for a reaction, but I was inspecting the target of my search, her Kansas driver’s license.

#K05-28-9726, DOB, 07-13-1990. My head spun as I did the math. She was 18 and 4 days.

She looked over at me again. Now can I hold your hand?

It was warm, and soft, and she squeezed it tightly when the action got intense.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Too many thoughts, not enough time

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.

I have been so busy this week. I have not had a minute to myself to write on the blog. I have, however, been doing a lot of thinking. I have several posts bouncing around in my head. One on the delusional nature of weight loss, one on the futility of flirting while married, and one about this deliciously cute Harvard freshman that I met on the bus this morning.

I have to catch the bus in seven minutes, but I needed to say HI!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Darn That Google

Google just disabled my Picassa Web account. RATS.

That's where I was storing all of my good pictures. All gone.

99% of them were modeling shots of beautiful women. All gone

1% was soft porn, nothing too intense, mostly beautiful women. All gone

To make matters worse, I don't have any way to contact Google to complain. The automatic e-mails I received don't give me a web page or e-mail link to use to protest the suspension of my account.

So now I guess I'll have to start over.

Crap. 189 pictures of Marissa Miller gone. That's a tragedy.