Inappropriate thoughts at the gym

I am already tired and I haven't even started

It's good to see the pretty brunette at the back of the class again. She was there every day when I was teaching, it's good to know she'll be here when I'm not.  She has a terrific ass wrapped in black spandex and not visible panty lines.  She has a beautiful face.  She's not from around here, but where?

Skinny girl is back, man, she needs to eat more.

Karen is back too, I don't believe her bullshit story about homework causing her to miss every week that I taught. I know she can't stand me or my music. Why does she think she has to play nice? I made my move, nothing happened, everything is okay by me, she just needs to get over herself.

I wish Russian girl were here, it would be nice to see her smile.

It was nice to see Persian1 yesterday, she is so pretty, I wonder what she would look like bent over my desk with those tight workout shorts around her ankles? I should ask Haircutter, I have a feeling he would be able to answer that question.

Holly looks fantastic, even with her little baby pooch, maybe because of her baby pooch. I wonder if she is breast-feeding? It looks as though she might be. I have never seen her with curves like this. Does she know that I have had a crush on her for seven years? Does she know that I've thought about her in bed, in the shower, alone, and with my wife? She has probably gone up 2 cup sizes with the baby and yet, and thank you, she hasn't changed any of the outfits she wears to teach.

I looked around the room and realize that I am the only male in class today. Do you ever play the game where you wonder what would happen if the world ended and only those in the room were left behind? It would be a good day to play that game, with six solidly pretty women, all of them athletic and fit, we would have a pretty good chance to make it. We could try to repopulate the earth for a couple of years, sex with a different one every night, until they realized that no one is getting pregnant and finally get around to asking me if I have had a vasectomy. When I say yes, I better have a clear shot out of  camp because I think they would try to kill me.

Who is the new girl in the USC shirt?  I may have to sit on the back row next time.

I can see the sweat glistening on Holly's skin. Her new-mother breasts move perfectly as she leads us through yet another hill climb. It wouldn't take much to pull that top down, just a bit, to set her free and allow me access.

The pretty brunette turns out to be from Italy, I knew I was attracted to her for some reason. It turns out that Karen is looking for a tutor in Italian so she can get ready for her honeymoon with her “deep in the closet but definitely gay” husband. (He even looks a little bit like Tom Cruise) I've had this thing for Italians lately, maybe it's because of the two waitresses at my favorite Italian restaurant, or maybe it's because of the mad crush I have on woman who's living there now, or maybe it's just because most of the Italians I know are sexy and the accent just pushes it over the edge for me.

Isn't class over yet?

My knee is starting to pop and I'm worried because I have to teach tomorrow.

Finally, she's on the last song. I know she is going to walk home to shower, living across the street and down a block from the gym makes it convenient, doesn't she know I want her to invite me along? Doesn't she know, how can she not know after seven years?

Katy Perry is always cute

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNl5GlnkVRc&feature=player_embedded#!

And she slips up a bit on the whole marriage thing.....

Yummy Mummy and thoughts on NSAS

Yummy Mummy wrote a pair of posts on NSAS (No Strings Attached Sex) that made me think....

http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-and-nothing-but-fuck.html
http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know.html?zx=a919de6f3c031d2c

I commented on the first post about most "good" relationships come from a mutual need, but, I wanted to add that real NSA sex also has to balance honesty about what is expected and a willingness to admit when things are changing.  The 2^nd post talked more about what YM wants and is worth reading.

(at this point I started wandering, so I'll take the rest of my response to my own blog.  I don't want to be a hijacker)

In my innocent days, I had a make-out buddy that promised she only was in it for the kissing (and the occasional dry-hump orgasm).  It was perfect for a while, but then the emotions came in to it, we missed each other, we got jealous of other dates, and the NCMO (non-committal make out) sessions vacillated between arguments and surprisingly tender moments.  We tried to "date" but realized why we didn't want to date in the first place.  We didn’t like each other in day-to-day life.

The closest thing to and NSA relationship was with my favorite stripper.  I'd come in to her club every few months on business and she remembered me (a great skill for a stripper to have).  We would laugh, flirt, she'd dance, leave, and then come back, take me to the backroom, she'd do her job very, very well and I'd leave happy, and she'd leave $50 richer.  NSA?  YES, because once I walked out the door I was done with her, and she with me, but it was fun because we liked each other in the context of the relationship.  I looked forward to seeing her, she remembered me enough, and was a good enough actress (I’m not kidding myself), to make me feel like I was special.  That’s all I wanted, and that is all I got.

I college I had a couple of NSA friends that lasted for a while, but the women that could really pull off the NSA were kind of cold and distant in a very needy way.  I’d walk away spent, but not satisfied.  And, when I looked at myself, I was becoming one of them, I could meet, fingerfuck (remember, I was a “good boy” for a long, long time), and leave without a hint of regret.  I didn’t like myself during that phase, but I was good at it.

I even find this to be a problem on-line, when no actual touching, talking, or feeling takes place.  I have had some cyber-sex friendships that have gone all squirrely for the strangest reasons, but even over the web, emotions and expectations get in the way.

I don’t think we are genetically programmed for true NSAS.  Sure, most vertebral males try to hump and run, but most end up staying within ear shot of their mates, even if they have several.  I’ve often said that there is a direct line between the hand-job and the heart.  We hump and bump and then head in to the night, but most of us turn around, look back, and tell ourselves, “She was nice, I should call her.”  Even if we never do.

Harold and Maude - An absolutely MUST SEE movie

The movie, Harold and Maude, starring Bud Cort and Ruth Gordon should be on everyone's shelf.

It is an affirmation of life, experience, age, death, and finding your own path.  From a wonderful soundtrack, mostly by Cat Steven's, to great casting, (look for Tom Skerritt), and wonderful wardrobe, this movie has a profound impact on me in college as I fought a battle with depression. 

If you haven't seen it, rent it,
If you have seen it, buy it,
If you own it, watch it again and again.

Maude: Grab the shovel, Harold.

Doghouse - A movie Preview

On Monday I reviewed "This is England" a movie I highly recommend.  Through the miracle of the Internet, I then found "Doghouse," which may not be quite so good, but the preview is worth watching.....

http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2504525593/

I can't seem to imbed it, but go have a look, go on now....

If you don't trust me, here is the synopsis...

"A group of men head to a remote village to help one of their friends get over his divorce; when they get there, though, they discover that all the women have been infected with a virus that makes them man-hating cannibals."

Come on, how can you beat that?

Vacation!!!

I am on vacation with my family, and as such, will have almost no privacy, alone time, or quiet writing time that does not involve running shoes, golf clubs, or me holding my breath at the bottom of the pool.


Have a wonderful week, be excellent to each other, get along, have sex, write about it, take pictures, send them to me, and in general, be good boys and girls and keep the faith.


I'll be back next week when I will be on a business trip, with nothing  but "alone time once the day is done.  That could be dangerous.

Katy Perry is a Soccer Fan

http://www.sportressofblogitude.com/2010/06/14/sweet-sassy-molassey-katy-perrys-world-cup-spirit-just-caused-me-to-honk-my-vuvuzela/

This Is England - Movie Recommendation

Spread over 3 days of bus rides and long lunches at my desk, i just finished watching Shane Meadow's "This is England", a semi-autobiographical film of the director's experiences growing up among the 1980's skinhead movement in England.  Expecting a story of anger, riots, rebellion, and racial tension, I instead got a very personal story of what motivates men to hate, to cling to notions of nationalism, and how all men have issues with our fathers.

I don't mean to sound trite.  As the movie develops around a young boy (Shaun) adopted by a mild mannered group of skinheads, who are in it more for the fashion than the politics, a surrogate family gels and is then challenged by the return of an alternate father figure in the form of Combo, a hardened "original" skinhead fresh from three years in prison.  He splits the family, displacing Woody, who plays the part of a foul-mouthed Mike Brady over his little group of wanna-be rebels.  Torn by the split, but more loyal to the new, angrier, more motivated father, Shaun begins to see the anger that drives the skinhead movement.  Having lost his own father in the Faulkland war, Shaun begins to empathize with the fear of foreigners and nationalism and takes part in the race-baiting tactics of Combo's faction.

The movie's climax does not culminate in the streets of England when skinheads and immigrants and police unleashed their anger on each other, but in a very personal confrontation with the only non-white in the group, the kind-hearted Milky played perfectly by Andrew Shim.  The confrontation, played emotional true by both Combo and Milky, doesn't revolve around race, religion, ethnicity or the job market that was the center of the Nationalist movement, but around father's, the ones we have, the ones we miss, the ones we always wanted.

"This is England" touched me with every scene.  The smaller parts built to the whole and the leads played spot-on.  The music evoked the early days of reggae, ska, punk, rock, and laid down an emotional backdrop that never distracted from the narrative.  The subtexts of rebellion born in poverty, racism as a symptom of deeper troubles, and the pull between nation and world all added to the mix.

Rent it, watch it, and then send your father a letter. And click here for the trailer

The actress below, Vicky McClure was sexy, tough, gentle, and sweet as Woody's girlfriend, the displaced matriarch of the impromtu family and the target of Combo's unwelcome affection.  Not only did she play her part with distinction, she made me fall in love with 80's fashion all over again, and I absolutely love her hair in the movie.

   

Who was Jesus?

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:    

1. He called everyone brother  

2. He liked Gospel

3. He didn't get a fair trial

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:

1. He went into His Father's business

2. He lived at home until he was 33

3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:

1. He talked with His hands

2. He had wine with His meals

3. He used olive oil

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:

1. He never cut His hair

2. He walked around barefoot all the time

3. He started a new religion

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian:

1. He was at peace with nature

2. He ate a lot of fish

3. He talked about the Great Spirit

But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a Woman:

1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food

2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it

3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do

Can I get an AMEN!!

LATFH

I usually don't push other websites, but this one was so odd that i had to send it on.  It's a collection of pictures of people that seem so divorced from reality, so devoid of self awareness, and so totally lacking in mirror ownership skills, that is it frightening, and a harbinger of doom for our culture as an intelligent civilization.

http://www.latfh.com/

Spheres of Fury

Hecq Vs Exillion - Spheres Of Fury from Tim.Chris.Film on Vimeo.

I'm not sure if this is really good, or very very bad.

and that worries me.

I wanted you today

I wanted you today.

I wanted you to follow my instructions, to sneak your hand inside the delicate skin between your legs. I wanted you to slip your panties off just for me, and put them in your desk drawer.  Just knowing that they were put on and taken off for me is a pleasure for your Master.

I wanted to envision you at your desk, legs spread, a cool breeze tickling the dampness that this growing. I want to feel, through your words, the soft folds of your cunt as you gently spread the pink and lips for me. I wanted to know that your fingers were exploring where my tongue wants to go. I want to hear you gasp with pleasure of fucking yourself for your master as you sit quietly at your desk.

It was not obedience that I wanted today, it was pleasure. The pleasure of making another cum, the pleasure of knowing that your orgasm was real, deep, and enthusiastically offered. I wanted to know that you would do things for me, that you would follow my instructions and split your swollen lips with hungry fingers. I wanted to know that you would go home naked beneath your skirt, wet, dripping, but still trembling, my orgasm still tickling between your strong thighs.

I wanted you today. I want to fuck you as you felt my cock get hard. I want to see you at your desk, breathless, cheeks flushed with pleasure, fingers fragrant from lust and cum.

I wanted your pleasure.

I wanted your orgasm.

I wanted you. 

I hate noon

If I haven't heard from her by noon, she's done for the day.
Boyfriend is home
Dinner is set or finished.
The TV is on, usually bad music videos and old movies if she can't sleep.
She's tired
Another long day behind her
Her creativity spent,
Her privacy gone
by 1:00 she should be in bed
by 2:00 I get upset if she calls because she should be asleep
by 3:00 I get upset because she didn't
And I wait for morning to come around again.

Thursday Thoughts

1. Congratulations on a WONDERFUL round of HNTs this week.  As an observer who's in no shape to participate, I say thank you for your wonderful pictures and your bravery.
   
   
2. Thanks to Ivy and Haley for introducing me to a whole new fetish, though I don't really get it.
   
   
3. I seem to be out of stories for a moment.  A friend of mine is in a similar slump/situation, and we aren't sure if it is a good thing or bad thing.  Constantly thinking about things you don't have can be depressing.
    
4. There is a homeless guy in my neighborhood at work.  He's one of MANY, but he's been around forever.  he's not on his usual spot anymore because, I think, he was forced out by younger more aggressive panhandlers.  I saw him today, he is looking old.  Years ago I asked a policeman about him and he said that he, like most of them, wouldn't accept any help so he gets left alone as long as he doesn't get too aggressive.  He doesn't, I've never heard him utter a word except "Thank you" when someone drops a coin in his cup.  He looked tired, a longer scruffy beard when he is usually clean shaved.  He won't be around long.  I wondered where he would be found when it happened, and though I don't know him, it made me sad to know he will most likely die alone.
   
   
5. I was exceptionally horny today with no one to play with.
   
   
6. I pissed of a dear friend today, again.
   
   
7. I got some work done but realized just how boring my job is most days.
   
   
8. I had a delicious lunch of tempura, a sushi roll, some salad, and a frozen yogurt for desert.
   
   
9. I realized, again, that I should never go to lunch when I'm that hungry, lunch was almost $20
   
   
10. It is time for my bus.

I like chocolate

I like chocolate.

I like chocolate a lot. 

And though I know it may not be good for me, I never want to stop wanting chocolate.

Understood?

One very good reason's NOT to boycott Arizona

A very very good reason to visit Phoenix in the face of all the political hoo-haw.

I don't know how anyone could call for a boycott of this lovely young lady, she deserves to earn a living and our policemen on the border deserve not to get shot

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/multimedia/photo_gallery/1005/did.you.see.that.0528/content.7.html

Merging Blogs

To anyone who may follow me....

First, thanks for showing an interest.

Second - You probably saw that I updated my blog with 45+ entries this morning.

I had a 2nd blog, one concerned with weight loss and fitness, but I rarely updated it so i grabbed the posts from there and brought them over.  They aren't about sex or relationships, and I'm not taking this blog into the "woe is me weight loss" arena, but I didn't want to lose the posts, so they are here now.



I may post about fitness and health a little more often here, maybe not, depends on how much time and interest I find for that slice of my life.  I usually comment on the hotties I see at the gym, but ignore the actual workout.  Suits me fine.

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend in the US!  Now it is back to work.  Ugh.