Friday, July 31, 2009
Amy makes the honest observation that with all of the openness about sexuality in the media, on TV, jokes in movies, etc, masturbation is still a taboo topic with friends gather 1-on-1, or over dinner.
Have any of you discussed this over pizza? during cocktail hour? after the church social?
I especially would like to hear from the guys (if any) who read this blog. I know that women are much more likely to discuss sex at a personal level than men. Guys can brag about it, make claims and predictions, state preferences and discuss the pros and cons of breast v. thigh, but we rarely actually discuss the details of our real life.
I have grown up in a conservative religious environment. I have come to expect a strict non-disclosure from my friends from that part of my life, but even my "liberal" friends, my art-market group, and my literary snobs don't talk about it. We complain about not getting it but rarely discuss the emotional aspects of sex, masturbation, desire, longing, etc. Perhaps none of us want to admit that we don't get enough. None of us want to reveal the hurt that comes from being ignored in our marriages. It's like no one on the pirate ship wants to admit that they hate the water.
A lot of guys buy in to the notion that if we were getting more sex from the wife that we wouldn't have to masturbate, that our jerking off is actually a reflection of a failure within our marriages, or our prowess with the ladies if we are single.
I've learned that pleasuring myself has little to do with my married sex life. Actually, the more I did it on my own, the more I wanted it from my wife. She may see that as a bad thing, but it actually put me in touch with my own body. If my wife likes the fact that I don't cum after three strokes, she should thank my time in the shower. I've spent years training myself not to cum at the first point of pleasure. Its my self awareness that has made me a better lover in bed.
(I'll admit that the first time I got a lap dance I came like a 16 year old with a girlie mag, but that's a different story.)
Anyway, my response to Amy is below, but again, visit her blog, get her perspective. It's a thoughtful piece that deserves a read. And if you are inspired by her post, check out her HNTs, they should give you plenty to think about while you are.....
My response to Amy
I grew up masturbating from the early age of 12, soon after I found my first Playboy and after Donna hit puberty. The combination of real life friends getting boobs and naked bunnies kicked my hormones in to high gear.
All of my guy friends do it, except maybe Andrew, but everyone else does, for sure. But, like the women, we never talk about it. We joked about it, laughed about it, denied it, accused others of doing it, but never, ever, actually discussed it.
Occasionally our youth pastor would gather the boys for a very short, and always uncomfortable 'discussion' where he said that it was bad, but never told us why. None of us listened to him.
My mom warned me about it once, but she used such obtuse language and vague metaphors that I didn't get what she was talking about for days. And then, I didn't stop.
I have never had a discussion about the "how to", benefits, times, or reasons for this wonderful activity. Ever. not in real life.
The Internet, however, has been, and is, a treasure trove of friends and like-minded advocates of self-love, and blogs like yours, are a great resource.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I wrote this for a friend of mine, and with her permission, I'm posting it today. Her exact feedback was,
"oh baby....so fucking hot. I love it love it love it. Get over here and fuck me now! You should post this. "
How can anyone's ego resist a comment like that? I couldn't, so here it is....
You didn't say what time you get off work, but just in case you are
stuck behind the your computer for the rest of the day, here is something to think about.......
Wetness is ready
I want more
Roll you over
Fill you up
No no no no. I refuse to make this rhyme... Too cheesy
Let's Try Again
Force, weight, control
The neighbors will hear"
Seeking a weapon
"You? Hurt me?"
Shock surprise awe
In in in in
In in in in
Fuck deep filled
So tight wet
My little whore
More my whore?
A laugh breaks
Ass up, body down
Ribs lungs crushed
Don't touch, not now
My hunger goes first
Thrust hold cum
Fingers fly, find fuck
A wail swallowed by a $2.99 pillow
But all touch
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Marissa: hee hee. I was still sleeping when I read the first email
me: i was hoping to catch you in bed, warm, snuggled in, i wanted to slip in behind you and wrap my arms around you
Marissa: Mmm i would love for you to slip in behind me, that is one thing I miss about being in a relationship. waking up in mid night, or morn, that wonderful hard cock greeting.
me: it would nudge you from behind, my hard cock slippery under my silk shorts. my left hand would snake over your left hip, following the waist band of your panties, and then slip down between your legs.
Marissa: ohhh ok dont you start I am on my way to work.
me: still on your side, you lift your left knee to give me access.
Marissa: you got me clinching the kitty already.
me: you are soft in the middle, your lips wet and ready from your dreaming.... :-)
Marissa: I am always wet first thing in the morning, ready for you to slip in no prep needed, just you
me: my hands on your thighs spread you open as I roll you on your stomach, my weight settles in to you and presses you in to the bed... you lift your hips against my weight... and I press you back down again.
Marissa: your killing me.
me: what time is work?
So this is how my day began, a quick check of e-mail turned into a 12 line flirt with a friend of mine, who, unfortunately for her, had to go to work. Later in the day I had a few minutes to talk to another dear friend of mine, the chat got steamy, but she was unable to do anything about it because a visitor in the office stole away her privacy for the day.
What is it about cybersex, erotica, dirty little e-mails, a tantalizing tweet, that gets our motor running.
Cybersex, for me, is fun for several reasons.
1 - It's cybersex.
Duh Usually anything with "sex" in its name is going to be better than reading e-mail about the latest legislative proposal to attack your company.
2 - It's creative.
While sex has been around for quite some, and erotica has been around since people discovered how to write about the sex they were having, each time two [or more] people get together it is, or can be, new and creative. Creative in the sense that they are making something that never existed before. And no, I'm not talking about babies. While the basic sex act of in-and-out hasn't changed much, each time a different set of emotions, tastes, touches, and erotic outcomes come into play. No two people bring the same energy into a sexual relationship. And no two couples are the same either. So each encounter, whether it be between a couple of 50 years, with two sweaty friends that meet in a bar and head to the back alley, can be new, can be different, can be creative.
3 - It's live.
Cybersex is dynamic, it is the interplay between two people searching to please and to be pleased. They seek for the right words to turn their partner on, to ratchet up the sexual heat, and to move the story along. It is a combination of storytelling, fantasy building, and anatomical correctness.
Sometimes cyber is literal; "I move your left hand to my right breast and ask you to squeeze my nipple."
Sometimes it is descriptive, "The feel of your tongue on the small of my back propels me into memories of youthful lust and discovery on the banks of the River Nile."
Sometimes it is just silly, "I rush up behind you at the riverbank and hump you as if I were king of the monkeys rampaging the defenseless troop from the forest next door. You scream a guttural cry and pound your rock into the river, hoping to catch the fish that will feed our passion."
No matter what direction it goes, you have to make stuff up right then, right there. That's why it's so much like real sex. You have a real person on the other end of the line, on the other side of the digital bed, and you have to keep them interested long enough for them to cum. Repeat the same phrase too many times over too many days and it loses its zing. Mindless pumping online, like at home, rarely gets the job done.
You also never know when the wrong move will kill the mood. You typed out a phrase that sounds erotic and intriguing, and they read it as confusing or perverted. With a new lover, a touch, a probe, a dollop of lube, on the wrong spot may send them running, but until you try it you never know.
4 - You can relive it
I have always wanted to have my bedroom wired for sound and video. I love sex. I love sex with my wife, I love sex with myself. I think would be fun to have a high-quality copy to watch later when she's not around. Most of us like watching other people have sex, what's wrong with watching ourselves? So, in cyber, we keep a copy. It's logged through chat, or in an IM session, and most of us, if you are honest with yourself, keep a copy to relive when you get home. (When I say that, I'm assuming that we are all doing this at work, right?)
5 - It challenges me as an author.
Okay, so I'm not writing Shakespeare, but it is fun to see if you can combine quick thinking, good imagery, creative descriptions, a fast pace, and a modicum of plot as you and a digital lover negotiate the path to climax. The dynamic between two people, especially if both are actively writing in the conversation, it's fun to follow. You type oral, she types anal. You describe climbing on top, while she is moving toward the whips and chains. As she writes you have to react. As you write, she can follow the story line, contradict you, but try to take control herself. It is the give-and-take of creatively building that story that is a lot of fun.
6 - It allows me to explore boundaries
Like pinching a newly pierced nipple, you have to approach things gently. How dirty do they want to get? What words can you use? Is it poetic/romantic they want, "I kissed the petals of her glistening sex..." or is it graphic and raw? "I flipped her on back and pounded in, splitting her cunt with my rock hard....." You get the picture.
Do they want kink, leather, a fetish? Do they want to touch themselves as you write or are they an active participant. Do they take the lead, describing their fantasy, their pleasure, or are you in the driver's seat. Do they want to climax in real life, do you, or is this for arousal and nothing more, fodder for future fantasies?
For me, as a guy all my life, I've been the instigator, and the driver in most cybersex encounters, but, let me give other guys some advice, leave the door open for the woman to take control.
Many won't, most don't, but those that will, those that do, are rare and wonderful finds. If they want to control the conversation, listen. Let them. You will learn what makes them tick, their fantasies, their fears. Cybersex reveals more than our writing skills, it reveals a large part of our sexual self, and it is a wonderful discovery to make and to share with someone else.
So enjoy, learn, write, have fun, and make friends. Very good friends.....
1. I love Spanish guitar music. Over the past two weeks I have bought five CDs. I actually love classical guitar of all kinds. I have several Andre Segovia CDs but right now I am listening to "For Century is of Spanish Guitar" by Alirio Diaz.
2. If you look at my music collection you would think I was a schizophrenic, an old schizophrenic. My music is mostly classical, a large dose of bluegrass, a growing collection of banjo music, a sizable chunk of guitar, and a smattering of the 70s, 80s, and 90s.
3. I miss my father-in-law. He passed away a couple of years ago and last night, I slept in the bed he died in. It didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. In fact, I slept like the dead. It was the first night in a long time that I got seven hours of shut eye. I did have some strange dreams, however, but none of them were about him or about where I was.
He was a wonderful man, a good example to his family, and as about as sincere as they come
4. We spent the night at my mother-in-law's house because she had been in the hospital all weekend. She had some strange chest pain so we all insisted that she checked herself in and get looked at. Luckily nothing "wrong" was found. This can be just as frustrating as finding something because she went home not knowing why she got sick or how to get better.
5. Getting old, however, is usually fatal in the long run.
6. I worry about how my wife's family, her brothers and sister, we'll deal with life when their mom passes away. I don't believe that they are ready to be the oldest of their generation. They will have an uncle on the East Coast to represent the old guard, but I do not like kids them as the adults in the family
7. On my side of the family my father is the last one standing of his generation. Again, I have an uncle or two at a couple of aunts, but I have been so far removed from their side of the family that they don't play into my support network. When he's gone it will feel strange. I believe I will feel old when that happens, right now I do not.
8. I am very busy at work these days and I like it. I like solving problems, training people, teaching people, and making things work that did not work before.
9. I like riding the bus.
10. I like reading "real-life" erotica a lot more than watching porn, that is not to say I don't love them both, but if I had to pick, I think I would choose the written word because I can put my own cast of characters in my head and in the bed.
11. I am glad that some of my web friends do not live closer to me in real life. I'm sure I would run off, try to seduce them, fail, and feel like an idiot.
12. I love looking at beautiful women on the street and this summer has seen a bumper crop. Short skirts, long hair, crazy tall pumps, no pantyhose, and a sun-kissed smile really makes my day.
Monday, July 27, 2009
There are some days that I miss having Twitter on my work phone. A
million tweets run through my head and I think it would be fun to
share them. But, at the same time, I admit that I would probably never
set my phone down and you all would realize that 99% of the things I
say aren't worth listening too.
I've never been on Twitter, but as I went through my weekend, here are
some of the thoughts - had, starting back on Saturday morning....
Man I love morning wood. Best erection of the day
1/2-way through morning run. Peeing on bushes. Feels great
Run finished. 7 miles. 8:28 pace. Very happy with hill climb
Shower finished. Reallly wanted a hand job, mood wasn't right to ask
Freaking hot today, again.
Doing painting prepwork on shelves, most boring, most important part
Neighbor's daughter looking very cute. Puberty hit her just right. Mom
is still fat
@ daughter's basketball game. Read schedule wrong, 1 hour early, going for lunch
Game on! Female ref very hot, tight black short and stripe top. Nice
whistle blowing technique.
We lost close game. Girls played hard. Daughter hustled, played good D
More painting prep. Zzzz zzzz zzzz
Really want sex tonight, aint going to happen
I never need to see another "American Girl Doll" movie again. Ever
Good night from bed, silk boxers.
Angie spoke in Sunday school, short black dress, no hose, tiger stripe
pumps. She has perfect legs. Wrap them around me!!
Cindy looking peautiful with baby. I'm so glad she is nursing. ;-).
M such a perv
Carol would be so hot if she just had a better face. Killer bod.
Services good today. I should take them mre seriously
Does it have to be 110 inside my car after every meeting? Can't touch
Going to mother-in-law's. Hope sis-in-law is there. Want to see her
She's here. Knee still jacked up. Short red summer dress, small red
thong shows through fabric. ;-)
Does she do this on purpose? Smiles like that aren't by accident
You are such a freaking tease. Bitch! Please don't stop.
Taylor swift on TV. Can't sing, but totally hot
I need to finish blog post on "whiplash pretty"
Damn she is pretty, soft eyes, looks sad, why doesn't bryce treat her
better. I would.
Would I kill you to help with the dishes Bryce? You are so lazy. Its
your mother. Get off you ass.
I swear if you don't bang her, I will. Someday I will
Staying the night. She just left.. Sleeping In room where dad died.
Kids wouldn't sleep here. I miss him
Day is done. Tired. No sex in "dad's room". Too tired
See? I really don't need twitter
((TYped on blackberry while standing on bus, pleasae forgive typos)
Friday, July 24, 2009
WOW! I love shopping! you are so gutsy, but I have always thought that the family bathrooms were put in there for people like you and me. forget the families. we need a pit stop at the mall.
I've had a couple of great experiences in the mall. One was in Las Vegas. I was there for a bachelor party and was shopping for a new shirt before dinner. I was heading in to the dressing room when I surprised two beautiful women as one of them showed off some lingerie she was buying. She giggled and screamed and I told her not to worry. I told her to come out and let me see, that it wasn't anything different than showing off in a bikini. Shockingly, she and her friend agreed and she came back out and modeled if for me, a small pink thong, a equally small bra on beautiful breasts. Being bolder than I have EVER been before, I had her turn around, and even asked her to bend over a bit, WHICH SHE DID! I got hard immediately and her friend noticed. She even commented on the fact that it was pretty hot that we were all together. I reached out to her friend, dressed only in her bra and panties, and stroked her cheek and then the tops of her breasts. Looking back on it I think I missed a chance at a legitimate threesome, but i was young, clueless, and way over my head. I kick myself for not being cool enough to make this one work.
The other one with with a mistress/friend from work. She loved Victoria's Secret and she would take me shopping with her. Usually I just help her pick things out and then she'd vanish in to the dressing room. After a few trips to the same store, the sale's clerk said i could do in to the dressing room with her. My GF agreed and we slipped in to the last room. She had picked some new pajamas and a beautiful new bra. She made me close my eyes while she changed, but when she told me to open my eyes my jaw dropped. She had put on the bra, but without letting me see, had put on the matching thong as well. She stepped over to me and wrapped her arms around me and ground her body in to my very hard cock. She whispered in my ear that she wanted me to cum, so few seconds later, I did as she pressed herself and her new panties into me.
It was one of the best orgasms I have ever, ever had.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The creation of HNT takes anonymity in an interesting direction. We show our bodies, legs, nipples, shoulders, backs, and even the occasional coochie, but rarely the face. A face is real, a face is us, a face cannot be denied or disowned. When you show your face you show yourself, and take ownership of what you have written. When you show your face, you have to come out of hiding.
About a month and a half ago one of my favorite HNT posters included a link to some of the original art work that went into making a composite picture that was eventually posted. It linked to a Picasa library and in that library was a picture of her face. She was beautiful. She is beautiful. Her HNT pictures are wonderful, but to see her face, her smile, her bright eyes, was a real treat.
I sent her an e-mail, however, mentioning that she may want to check the security on her photo library. I believe the disclosure of her face was unintentional. In fact, she did not believe me at first when I told her that I had seen it. I don't know how I got in to the library when others couldn't, but I wanted her to know so she could take action to protect her identity. After bouncing a couple of e-mails back and forth, including with the face in question attached, she realized that I really had seen her picture and by the next day her face was gone. As I promised her in an e-mail, I deleted the picture of her face, wanting to protect her identity as a fellow blogger. She never wrote back after that. Her face was gone, and so was she.
More recently, as a fellow blogger and I have become better friends, she told me that her birthday was coming up. We joked about what gifts I could give her even though sending it to her might be a problem since I don't actually know where she lives. She joked about getting a picture. Now, I don't do HNT, and believe me you are grateful that I don't. But the idea of sending her a picture, though hundreds of miles away from each other, set my nerves spinning.
No one in my real life knows about this blog. No one knows that I even think this way. The discovery of this blog would be devastating on many relationships. No one even knows about the e-mail address I use for this blog. It is a private matter and I hope that it stays that way.
Sending a picture through e-mail links my face to everything. As I stood on this idea for a couple of days, her birthday arrived, and in a wonderful gesture, she sent an e-mail to me, with her picture of her face. I had seen pictures of her body, her legs, so I knew she was beautiful, but I was not prepared for the emotional impact of seeing her face. It almost made me cry. Not only does her face match the physical beauty of her body, sending the picture was an act of trust that impacted me greatly.
This friend, this wonderful woman, keeping a blog of her own, without any request from me, send me a picture, "outed" herself as the woman behind the words. I was deeply touched.
I tried to express this in a return e-mail but I don't think it came out right. It was an amazing gesture of friendship and trust for her to send that picture to me.
So then I had to think. Did I trust her enough to send a picture back? Was I willing to tie myself, my face, to the things I have written down? If all of my paranoid fantasies came true my blog would be discovered, I would deny it, and this friend would send a photo, saying that it was him I know it, because he sent me his face.
It brought up all sorts of feelings about my blog, my inability to speak honestly to many of my friends, the double life I lead at the emotional level, and it even made me think about how I would defend myself if my picture surfaced at work in relation to this blog. (I know that is a clumsy way to say it, but I'm not taking time to edit here tonight.)
In the end, after much searching, I found a picture of myself that I actually liked and sent it to her. I had the e-mail composed and my finger poised over the send button for many minutes before I had the courage to click.
She had become my friend, is my friend, and I trust her to keep my secrets as I keep hers. It's a good feeling.
1. Your first self-induced orgasm?
I was 11 years old. The day before I had found an old, tattered copy of Playboy magazine. I don't remember which issue it was, but I do remember that their word naked women, and at 11, that is a very big deal. I remember getting hard as I looked through the magazine under the bridge by my house but the fear of discovery overcame the other feelings. I had the magazine behind a concrete post I went home. I went back the next day found the magazine again. I went home close my bedroom door and did what came naturally. It scared me a little bit but I didn't care.
2. Your first other-induced orgasm?
I learned how to dry hump in high school, her name was Michelle. She was wonderful, curvy, accommodating, and almost as horny as me.
3. Your first experience giving someone else an orgasm?
The first one that I really knew about? Beth came a few times, I'm sure Karen did at least twice, and I know Alison did even though she swears she didn't. Cynthia, however, was the first girl to ask me for it, and that made it all that much better.
4. Your first time witnessing another's orgasm not induced by you?
I'm sure the first time I saw someone have an orgasm I wasn't involved with was on my computer. I didn't get the privilege of watching somebody get them self off until after I was married. Except, however, as I think about it, I think Carrie might have let me watch once. She was trying to teach me how to do it better.
5. Since your first, what is the longest time you've gone between orgasms?
I think the longest dry spell pre-marriage, which means taking a break from masturbation, was nine months. I won't explain why, but when the dry spell ended it was wonderful.
Bonus (as in optional): Tell us about a particularly memorable orgasm you haven't mentioned yet.
I mentioned Beth and answer #3 making her come with something special because it was her first orgasm I think the power of it scared her because we didn't touch each other for a couple of weeks after it happened. But when she got over it, she realized how fun it was, and, until her dad made us break up, it was something I would do for her almost every time we were together. I remember making her cum him in the sauna at her gym, my hand reached down the front of her 1-piece swimming suit past her breasts, and between her legs. It was the first time I felt the thrill of almost getting caught.
I also got to give Caroline her first climax. It was in the front seat of her car, parked outside her mom's house, in the dead cold of winter. We had made out a lot in her apartment at college. I remember her asking me to unzip her jeans. I wasn't sure how far she wanted to go so I just began to touch her and she was amazed at how good it felt. Soon she was arching her hips up into my hand and her orgasm was hard and loud. I can still remember how good it felt to have my fingers slide past her lips. I really can't remember it as it was yesterday.
Monday, July 20, 2009
A cyberchat event.
The meeting had not gone well. My programmers, already 2 weeks behind, apparently had done nothing while i was traveling on a different project. I hung up, swore at the phone, and the logged on, and she was there, my friend, my oasis, my ego-boost, my best on-line friend.
We started chatting innocently enough, and then the feelings hit me, I confessed, and she let me go on...
Me: I hate my programmers, but I’m stuck with them, so what am I going to do?
Her: LOL... a bloody coup?
Me: a bloody severed head is what he deserves
Her: - plant one in his desk!!
Me: it would be his own
Her: just like the Godfather - only at work!
Her: did you get my last messages?
Me: about how you only want pictures from good looking guys and that if I don't loose 20 pounds and get washboard abs that you won't talk to me again
Yea, I got them.
Me: and, that you bra isn't wearing any clothes
Her: I'm about to have a Red Foreman moment...
Me: I love RED!
Her: then you know exactly what I'm gonna say
Me: say it!
now - stop beating up on yourself.
or I WILL get on a plane and come down there and kick your ass...
Me: then get on that plane missy.
it needs a kicking...
Her: did you see that? I rolled my eyes at you, it was very dramatic
Me: I’m sure it was, and I'm sure that I would laugh and smile when you did it.
Me: Can I tell you what is running through my head right now/
Me: I want to fuck you.
I have this urge in my head,
I want you to see my cock, it's hard now
Her: wow - and all I had to do was call you jackass....
had I but known... LOL
Me: I’m not sure why it got so hard so fast, but I wish I had my camera with me.
I’ve unbuckled my pants to give it room
I want you
I want to come in to your office and take you home
I would grab you by the hand and pull you to my car
We would make a very short drive to my hotel room
in the elevator would press you against the wall kissing you hard and deep
You would spread your legs for me
inviting me to press my body against yours
feel how hard it was getting
Her: and then what?
Me: you would be in a short skirt and my hands would find your ass bare
as my tongue went down your throat eagerly I would pull your cheeks apart exposing the inner skin
my finger would creep in further, touching you lightly at the deepest part of your crack
the elevator would chime
When we reached the penthouse floor
we would practically run a few steps to my door and key it open
as soon as the door closed behind us I would grab your hair and hold you tight around your waist
and kiss you
Feeling your tongue in my mouth
feeling your breasts on my chest
feeling hungry for your skin
with my hands still in your hair and force you to your knees
you eagerly unzip my pants and pull my cock out and suck me
ohh how I want to feel my cock in your mouth
my hands are in your hair,
(I am smearing pre-come over my head)
(I don't know why this feeling has come over me so powerfully right now - I don't want to scare you)
Her: you're not scaring me
Me: should I keep going?
Her: yes please!
Me: I can feel my orgasm building but this is not where I want it to end
I pull you up back into my arms
reaching under your dress I lift it up over your head
you stand before me
As hungry for me as I am for you
you where no panties and I can see your wet and ready
I tell you, command you to remove your bra,
you comply and stand naked before me
you step towards me, unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it off my arms
you run your fingers through the light hair of my chest and bite my nipple, instinctively knowing to use your teeth
you kneel again before me, avoiding my hardness; you remove my shoes, my socks, and pulled my pants to the floor
you stand again, more gently this time, as our breath returns and our heart rates drop
you touch me
you feel me
you pull my body against yours
heart to heart
skin to skin
and I hold you
caressing your strong shoulders,
the small of your back
the nape of your neck
I feel your breath on my skin
and my body twitches, aching for release
needing you to want me
we step apart
and look at each other
I smile at your beautiful curves, your legs, and your sensuous stomach.
I take you by the hand and bring you in for a kiss
eager for more
I walk over to the Windows facing the setting Sun
and opened the blinds
the view over the city is awash in golden sparkles as the sun hits the windows of the buildings around us
Her: ohhhhh.. window sex... mmmm
tell me more
Me: from the living area I bring over an ottoman,
covered with soft dark fabric
I reach up to the back of your head in softly take a handful of hair and tip your neck back exposing it to me
I kiss you behind the ear
on the neck
I began to kiss your breast
finding the nipple,
I take it in my mouth as my hand moves again to the soft curves of your bottom
your hands come to the back of my head guiding my kisses
you pull me in and I take that as an invitation, and suck harder
it is firm in my mouth, and growing
my left hand explores the curves of your behind
while my right hand moves lower, cupping your breasts
caressing your belly
and finally moving across soft curly hair that gently grows between your legs
your wetness coats my fingers as I explore her swollen lips
I move our bodies so you are facing the windows, the warm light of the setting Sun sets your skin on fire and you glow
I kneel before you
and you open yourself to me
to my kisses
to my tongue
to my taste
to my touch
you lean back against the couch for support
and pull your knees to your chest
the warmth of the sun comforts you
as you except the pleasure I give you
my juices covering your thighs, open, strong, quivering
I moving deeper, feeling your body against mine, the openness, the acceptance,
you lift your hips, inviting my tongue deeper inside you
my nose nestles between the folds and finds your clit
my tongue scoops copious amounts of liquid from inside your body
I drink you in
your first orgasm hits you as the sunlight shines in your eyes
you want to bring your hands to shade them but instead you hold me tight against you are hungry lips
you close your eyes arch your back and feel your body surge and clench and gush
You cry out my name
And pull me tighter
wrapping your legs around me
I lift your ass off the furniture and hold you to my mouth
Spreading you more open
you come again as I split you
a heavy stream of dirty words and come flows from your lips
As the sun sneaks behind the western horizon your breathing returns to normal.
And you collapse against the couch
your feet fall to the floor
Your legs exhausted
your body spent
your needs satisfied
your hunger filled
your climax complete
Her: oh god... please tell me you're going to haul me to my feet and bend me over the couch....
Me: tell me what you want
beg me to fuck you
Her: lift me
bury your hand in my hair, grip my hip with the other
push my head down, feel me pushing back against you with my hips
take me... please
Me: I Smile at you, kneeling between your legs
and tell you that you are not quite finished
I stand take your hand, pulling you tight and kissing you deeply
I spin you around and press your naked body up against the back of the couch
you know what to do, you know what you want,
please, you beg, whispering, panting,
I stand behind you as we both face the night sky,
the lights below is begin to flicker on his the sunlight fades
night has taken over
in the darkness covers us all
you can feel my body pressing between your wide spread cheeks
you get a better grip on the couch
and you feel me
with one hand buried in the hair at the base of your neck
in the other hand gripping your hip
I began to thrust
I pull out
and in again
I feel your body dripping me as it moved in and out
holding on tightly
trying to keep me in
even as I pull out
prepared to make another thrust
I kick your legs further apart
any feel the tension in your thighs
your knees begin to weaken
and you lean more heavily into the couch for support
you push back against me
doing your share
taking your pleasure
feeding your needs
satisfying your hunger
I wrapped my arms around your waist
and one hand slips between your legs and can feel myself inside you
your clit is swollen and sensitive, almost too much to touch
but I give you no mercy
you are my
I am yours
and I pound
and orgasm number three approaches
your long hair cascades over your shoulders, accentuating your strength
my hands come to your hips
lifting you on and off my body
as your chest rubs delicately against the fabric of the couch
you can feel my climax approaching
from my toes
through my thighs
I pull you want to me
I pull you on to me
as I bury my teeth in your shoulder
my muscles contract
my heart stops
my breathing ceases
my brain flips into euphoria
the deep purple of the fading sunsets in the starlight of the city lights overwhelms me
every muscle binds
my teeth clench
my hips press
and I can feel you
inside and out
as you come with me
the aftershocks roll
but our bodies are done
and we fall
onto the soft fabric of the waiting couch
when you awake
your in my bed
Her: wow..I think you should take a week off every month....
if you come back to work feeling like that....
Me: I don't know why it felt so intense today.
Her: no complaints here!
Me: I made myself cum. I haven't done that in almost 2 years.
Her: I'm not surprised you did - that was seriously hot
Me: it happened when you asked me for the couch
Her: feel good?
Me: it was fantastic, deep, long, wonderful.
Her: without touching? just from our words?
Me: I almost did it that way, I could have, but I wanted the full feeling and as you were typing, I stroked myself and BOOM!
Her: wow... lovely
good thing you're wearing all that black...LOL
Me: LOL Luckily I have a stack of paper towels in my "lunch" drawer.
Me: always be prepared....
Her: ahhhh - a former boy scout...LOL
Me: very good
you promised to be a "brutally honest" friend, so please tell me if I ever go over the line
Her: that was nowhere near the line...
that was amazing
Me: I’m not sure where that came from, I just needed to share that with you., too much? I don't want to go too far....
and thank goodness for voice recognition software........
I love that you feel that you can share that...
and you know that I will stop you if it's too much...
and that wasn't
thanks for letting me
Her: I have to say....
your wife is crazy - that girl doesn't know what she's missing
Me: she would have cut me off at "I want to fuck you."
Her: my god... that would reduce me to trembling mess
Me: then it is probably a good thing that you are so far away.
as a matter of fact that particular phrase has reduced me to trembling mess once before... Jonathon could tell you about that
Me: because reducing you to a trembling mess, would be a lot of fun.
but, right now, in the afterglow, I don't want to hear about him .
Her: LOL... I'm sorry
Me: no, no, no, it's no problem, just not right now. Actually, I love hearing about it, most times, but just not now.....
Her: say no more...
tell me how you're feeling now...
Me: calm, that great afterglow feeling when my body is still tingling, my dick is still just a bit tender, and the feeling that I’d like to wrap you up in a blanket and sleep forever, my heart rate is still up a bit
Her: I always feel so mellow, almost lethargic after... like I could just lie down and sleep, preferably cuddled up to warm male body
Me: me too, I’m big on the after-snuggle, my wife calls me a "girl" when I try and kiss her at the moment of orgasm and because I like to stay connected as long as possible afterwards.
how are you feeling now?
Her: I'm feeling very mellow.... LOL
and a lot stunned that your wife calls you a girl for wanting to kiss her and stay connected.... seriously, that's right at the top of my list of amazing things guys hardly ever do during sex!!
Me: did you.....?
Her: oh yes
Me: how? when?
Her: right about the time that you said my body was squeezing yours
I was stroking with my fingers, but when I read that I squeezed my muscles, and off I went
Me: tell me more....
Her: sitting cross-legged on my office chair, shorts open, my left hand between my legs, just stroking slowly, enjoying what I was reading immensely
Her: not really worried about coming... just involuntarily squeezed when I read it, and that was enough... a lovely little intense orgasm.... took me by surprise a little
Me: I love it when they sneak up on you.
Me: I’m glad you liked it,
I’m glad you came.
I didn't know how to ask, but I'm glad you told me......
I didn't want you to think that I was writing just to get you aroused.
I wanted to write because that is what I was feeling.
I really didn't have any intention of cumming either, but the more I wrote, the more I had to decide between the world's worst case of blue-balls or a delicious orgasm. it wasn't a tough choice at that point.
Her: oh hell no - that's an easy one...
Me: As mellow as I feel right now, and as wonderful as you are, I need to get some work done this afternoon. You are my great temptation.....
Her: ok you...
go - work
go forth and be productive!! or something like that
Me: Would you mind if I used my "story" as a blog posting? Your name wouldn't appear anywhere, of course.
Her: go for it - I'd love to see that!
Me: I might use it, it's long, but I kind of like how it turned out......
either as a story, or as a "chat with a friend"
Her: edit at will... I don't mind at all
Friday, July 17, 2009
I just wanted to say that I am enjoying my vacation and that my main project, new cabinet and shelves for my office, is structurally complete, meaning that all i have to do is apply a thick coat of Spackle and paint and it will be done.
My dad was a tremendous help. As a life-long woodworker and ex-engineer, he's very helpful in knowing what order to do things to save money, materials, and time.
I've spent time in the pool, the wood shop, the mall, a couple of great restaurants, some time at the gym, on the road, in the shower, but little in the bed in any meaningful way. But I'm not complaining, that is just life.
Tonight I'm at my sister's house, playing handyman for her, and that's not too bad. I like being the guy who knows how to build things. I can think of worse things to be known for....
Have a wonderful weekend. Next week should be more interesting. I've promised various articles to some of my friends, including, a pool fantasy, a shower scenario, a photograph of my naked and tied up (I don't know how that is going to happen), a memory from high school, and an account of my first experience with a girl. All interesting topics.... hmmm.
That's it, this doesn't even count, but I wanted to say hi!
PS - I loved the HNT pictures this week, quality work everyone!!!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
This post was originally drafted in January 2009.
As mentioned in a previous post, a friend is writing a story for me. I’m eagerly awaiting part 4 of her story. We might publish it all at once, or in sections, we don’t know yet, since this is her first try at a “public” story. As we have e-mailed back and forth, some interesting questions about fantasy, reality, erotica, and sex have been discussed.
The resulting story was published in February 2009 in five parts
She closed a long and delightful e-mail with a couple of questions and comments that I found interesting, and, since I’m always looking for blogging inspiration, I decided to answer this section of her letter in public.
When you read the story (her story) do you just read it and get aroused or do you imagine this is happening to you?
The erotica that affects me the most is the kind allows me to project myself in to the story. It has to be the kind that lines up with my personal fantasies and my leanings. If I can project myself in to the story I can read it as if it is my own. I internalize it and put myself in the mix. This includes a range of stories, but, if you read my own work, I like stories about work, the gym, friends I know, and situations that grow out of real life.
Some stories can be highly arousing without drawing me in to their universe. I’m intrigued by light bondage of the silk scarf and sleeping mask variety (boring, I know), but heavy S&M stories have to be really well written to get me going. I can, if it is well done, enter that mindset, but it’s not easy for me. I read it as an outsider, an observer.
July Update: as I have read more erotica blogs, I have come to realize that stories about spanking, pain, dominance and subjugation are really not my cup of tea. This surprises me a little bit because in some of my online friendships things go very interesting my take on a more dominant personality.
How do you read erotica in general, if that makes sense?
For me it depends on the story, sometimes I just read them and find myself aroused, other stories I find myself imagining myself in the situation. Some stories are fun to read as a thought process, or as an insight into another culture, but I don't find myself responding physically. When I approach a new story, I look for some plot, enough motivation to make the characters real, a situation that I can relate to, and dialogue that sounds like something humans would say instead of something out of a porn movie. While some porn is erotic, most erotica is not porn.
How does writing differ from reading erotica?
Writing these stories is all together different than reading them. I almost always get aroused when I write because it is all coming from inside my own head. When I prepared to write my thoughts wander widely. I think of a lot of different scenarios, possible outcomes, choices the characters might me, and all of them are turned on.
Does he take her in the kitchen or does she attacked him in the living room?
Do they leave their clothes on or rip them off leaving a trail behind them?
Who gets oral first?
Does he cum, and where?
Is she a screamer, motor, the quiet type, where she too busy shouting instructions to really care?
All of these options are arousing, but only one of them wins and gets put down on paper. So yes, I almost always get aroused while I write. The other thing that makes writing so much fun is that in my head I'm associating these things with real people that I know. I rarely write about strangers. Though you would never be able to associate my characters with my friends, they are there.
What kinds of stories turn you off?
I can answer this question in two ways, there is content I don't like and there are styles that don't work.
I will not read stories about underage sex, pedophilia of any kind, snuff stories where a character dies, the harsher S&M stories leave me cold, incest, and I've never gotten into gay (male/male) porn. I like girls. I really like girls who like other girls.
But worse than having content I don't like is having an inability to speak, write, and engage me at an intellectual level. If your only verb is “fuck”, and your only name for a woman is “cunt”, you won't get far with me. Erotica, as opposed to porn, is about engaging the mind, heart, and loins.
If porn is the money shot, erotica is the foreplay. A writer has to be able to paint a picture that I can see in my head, and feel in my soul. Emotions run strong in erotica where they are absent in porn. Erotica is "My dinner with Andre" while porn is "Transformers Two". Both movies are fun to watch, but only one of them sparks a discussion afterwards. At least one that goes beyond "Dude, did you see it when that thing blew up you know, dude, that was awesome.”
So, my dear readers, I will eat a question for you:
What is the difference between erotica and pornography?
I found this joke on this web-site,
I found this joke on this web-site,and thought it was funny.
Annoyed because she can’t sleep because of her snoring dog, the wife goes to the vet to see if he can help.
The vet tells the woman to tie a ribbon around the dog’s testicles and he will stop snoring. “Yeah right!” she thinks.
A few minutes after going to bed, the dog begins snoring as usual. The wife tosses and turns, unable to sleep.
Finally, muttering to herself, she goes to the closet and grabs a piece of ribbon and ties it carefully around the dog’s testicles.
Sure enough, the dog stops snoring. The woman is amazed!
Later that night, her husband returns home drunk from being out with his buddies. He climbs into bed, falls asleep, and immediately begins snoring loudly.
The woman thinks that maybe the ribbon will work on him too. So she goes to the closet again, grabs a piece of ribbon, and ties it around her husband’s testicles.
Amazingly, it also works on him! She then sleeps soundly.
He wakes in a drunken stupor and stumbles into the bathroom. As he stands in front of the toilet, he glances in the mirror and sees a blue ribbon attached to his privates. He is very confused, and as he walks back into the bedroom, he sees a red ribbon attached to his dog’s testicles.
He shakes his head and looks at the dog and says, “I don’t know where we were or what we did but, by damn, we took 1st and 2nd place!”
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I don't know how I found this link, I was probably doing some sort of search for redheads, a weakness of mine (redheads, not searching).
Anyway, as I was cleaning out some of my old files I found this link and thought I would share it before I deleted it. It's feels kind of like a junkie giving away the last of his stash to his friends J
I have seen lots of videos like this one, a girl by herself is one of my favorite genres, but this one was memorable for some reason. Perhaps it was her directness, the way she made eye contact with the camera, or perhaps it was just that one moment of vulnerability at the end, I don't know, but I've probably watched it 20 times in the past month.
Just don't get in trouble watching it at work.