Bus Runner 2

A lot of my creative moments come on the bus, going to and from work. This true snippet was from this week and is sent out to my favorite bus chaser who's HNT pictures take my breath away.

A last minute meeting ran late
A new friend wanted company as she finished playing
Shut down the laptop
“Hurry hurry hurry” I whisper
I gather my things and run
40 yards to my office.
Plug in, grab gym bag full of sweaty clothes
Run 22 yards back to pee
“I'll wash hands later”
Head to the door
Handle in my grip
Shit!
22 yards back
Security lock pauses
Through the door, to my desk
Wallet, keys, and phone mock me

Sitting forgotten on my desk
The clock is ticking louder
I can hear the bus
“Down down down” Button pushed
The elevator comes no faster
Ding
I count the seconds
Ding
I'm out the door
14 steps to the left
Wave to security
Turn the corner
Sprint to the light
Run against the red
The door re-opens
Breathless I sit down huffing
You kiss me on the cheek and take my hand
“I barely made it too”

“I’m glad you did”

Goodbye to a friend

"I do not want to play with you anymore."

As you wish.

I will miss you.







I never, ever, said, implied, or thought, for a second, that you were stupid.
Passion and playfulness like yours are qualities of great intellect.

True Story - The meeting and a friend

I wrote the following true story while on the bus and decided not to change it much. 
It happened yesterday at work.

My meeting was a last minute addition to a hectic day
Just 2 of us, his side, my side
A friend calls in with Skype
with my screen hidden, I answer
Silently we chat, I try to stay focused,

and fail
Questions are repeated, and again

I lose track of everything
She smiles privately, I stammer publicly
'I have to go, I am in charge of the meeting'
Quietly I plead for the meeting to end
'Stay' she says, tormenting me.
'Only two of us here, he suspects'
Notes are missed, comments lost,

she smiles at my words for my camera is off
Distracted 100%, I miss entire slides, and hope to catch up.
She laughs
'Watch' she types and then pushes back from her camera

staying in frame
I do, ignoring the PowerPoint drone
Her arms cross as her hands drop to her waist, and,

clutching cloth, slowly rise.
She delays to tease
I raise a finger to silence my meeting and stare

he sits across the table, ignored, confused, upset
Skin, bare, beautiful, feeds through to my screen
20? 30? 40? Seconds of silence as I press a giant,

obvious pause button on my meeting.
The shirt and bra drop out of frame

she laughingly blows me a kiss and walks out of sight.
Stunned, I burst out laughing, apologize without explanation, and
resume the meeting. Smiling all the while.

Thank you!!  You brightened my day.

Q - What can I do about a friend...?

A - Its simple,  you buy him a vary nice birthday present. 
A new bike (street or mountain?  Haven't decided yet, maybe cycle-cross)
2 computers for the office @ home
A consultant to set-up the computers
A better TV
New video camera (hard drive based)
A new suit (black, 4-button)
New running shoes (one pair trail, one pair street)
Cycling gloves
Better headphones for running
Sunglasses
iPod armband
To find my art box
Refinish the keys on my piano
Time to re-varnish the piano
5 new shirts (and you can retire 7)
Router table that works
A bigger garage
More music, always more music
Dress shoes (all of mine need replacing)
Dress belts
A sweater for winter
You in that sweater by the fireplace

A friend of mine was looking for gift ideas for someone who was very nice to her the other day. 
But if anyone else is feeling generous delivery can be arranged.
:-)

Apparently I'm in Love with Paris Hilton

Apparently I'm in love with Paris Hilton. I didn't know that I was, I didn't think I was, I'm not even sure when it really happened. But apparently I am madly, deeply, in love with Ms. Hilton and, fortunately, she is in love with me. I became aware of this relationship only recently, I guess it started getting serious about four months ago. She showed up at my doorstep unannounced which angered my wife, as you can imagine. She was wearing a white trench coat like in some of the pictures of her on the web.  As she stepped inside, music began to play and she dropped the coat, revealing that she was in a light blue bikini. She came across the living room and wrapped her arms around me and we began to dance to the music. Soon enough my clothes were off and I was laying on my back on the couch and she straddled me. I could feel myself getting hard she rubbed her body against mine, and, as she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side to allow me entry, the music stopped and I woke up.

That was the first of several dreams I've had about Paris in the last few months. The strange thing about this is I am not a Paris Hilton fan. Granted, she's beautiful, I have always thought she was beautiful, and I have never jumped on the Paris-hater bandwagon. She's rich, silly, a bit of a lush, not too bright, but, she is stunningly beautiful (did I say that already?).  I never watched “The Simple Life” or “House of Wax” or bought her ..uhmm,,  music, or followed her “career.”  Seriously, I don’t watch E! or Entertainment Tonight even, seriously, I don’t.  Stop laughing.

I should clarify when I say that she's "not too bright."  She really is rather smart.   According to www.thisismoney.co.uk, she is worth approximately $47 million. She has been able to parlay her name, image, sex tape, and willingness to do what it takes to stay in the public eye, into a very successful fragrance company as well as tie-ins to clothes, clubs, and purses. While I think she's made some pretty stupid choices on her drug use and boyfriends, I guess my subconscious has forgiven her.

Last night stream was particularly interesting, it was extremely long and detailed, it stuck with me after I woke up allowing me to describe it here, and it involved her family, and my family, not just my immediate family, but my dad,  her dad, her mom some cousins, my brother, her house that looked an awful lot like mine, and I think, a photographer, perhaps even a wedding photographer.

The dream started out as I entered her home on a prearranged dinner appointment. Her family was there and greeted me as if I was a long-lost prodigal son. Her dad came up and gave me a big hug (I have no idea what he really looks like), and told me it was good to see me again. Her mom kissed me on the cheek and took me by the elbow and led me into the dining room. In the dream it was her house, but it looks a lot like the home I grew up in just fancier. I recognize the floor layout and even within the dream I knew what was going on. Paris and I finally got together and I hugged her and held her hand as she walked me to the dinner table and we sat down.

During the dream dinner I saw my brother, got introduced to her extended family, and it seemed as if it might have been a rehearsal dinner. I wasn't sure, however, if it was for our wedding or for someone else's. The presence of my brother at the dinner was notable because he hates Paris. He admits that he wouldn't mind banging her, but she annoys him and he refuses to watch any of the coverage around her life. I asked him why he had such a emotional reaction and he couldn't explain it, he just says he can't stand her.

As dinner ended and the people of the dream receded off into the mist, Paris and I were in a small room, not a bedroom, and it might have been a boat, but we were alone and as she walked backwards and I walked forwards holding her hand our clothes began to disappear. 

 

Our arms wrapped around each other as we reached the back wall of the room. Standing in each other's arms, I began to feel her skin against mine. I ran my hands up and down her back and felt her shiver as my fingertips traced over her ribs and across her shoulder blades. My hands reached the base of her neck I took her hair in my hand and tipped her head back and kissed her on the neck. As this was happening I could feel my body getting hard. I could feel my cock brushing against her stomach, I could feel her hips begin to undulate against my body. I bit fiercely on her neck and began thrusting my hips in time with hers.

Dreams being what they are, we didn't have sex, but the detailed part of the dream kicked in.  I moved my hands down her back and took her ass in my hands. They slowly moved down the gentle crack this I spread her wider and wider. As my fingers began to explore her arms wrapped around my neck and she lifted her body weight off the floor and wrapped her legs around me. This gave me full access, touching and feeling her delicate skin and feeling moisture and heat.  She orgasmed when I touched the tiny puckered star of her ass.  She came in the dream though I did not. She came and came and finally lost strength and I had to hold her up in my arms where she fell asleep.

I woke up breathing heavily though I did not reach the climax of my own in the dream or in real life. But why Paris? Beyond her obvious beauty and her sex tape, I have never felt a connection. But who am I to say? Apparently I am in love with her.

FFF - I hate this picture

'I hate this picture' she said......

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‘No, seriously, you’re not going to use that picture are you?’

‘Of course I am’

“Seriously don't’, she reached for the keyboard and I slapped her hand away.

‘I'll post whatever picture I want and you'll stand there and you'll take it.’

‘Fuck, no, please’, she whined, ‘I hate this picture, it makes my ribs look funny.’

‘Do you think I give a shit?’ My voice shifted to a timbre she dared not ignore

Defiantly she waited for my command.

Leaving the camera running, I stepped behind her and took my grip on her funny looking ribs and slid myself inside. ‘Do you want me to use this picture instead?’

‘Fuck you’

I jerked her head back and thrust harder.

She groaned involuntarily and reached back, trying to slap me away.

I grabbed her wrist, pinning it to her back and increased the pace and fury.

She cussed and kicked and fought me as I ground into her.

‘Bastard!’

But her voice betrayed her and I emptied myself into her quivering body as the camera continued clicking.

‘Now’, she gasped, ‘Now maybe we have a picture worth posting.’

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Ravishing.....

Ravishing

In a post that will never get posted (it made no sense, even to me) I called a gym acquaintance “ravishing.”  Why?  What was it about her today that made her look so deliciously powerful.  She’s a great athlete so she’s fit.  She has good hair, and a nice smile and open eyes, but that is all well established.  She didn’t have on new workout clothes like Sasha who comes in with a new outfit every couple of weeks, always tight, color-coordinated Lycra.. 

Kacey, on the other hand is so perfectly put together.  Strong, lean, young, a bit gangly she is innocently oblivious to the many eyes, male and female, that watch her in the mirror during class, waiting for the moment when the room gets warm and she pulls her worn-out sweatshirt up and over her head, revealing a dark blue sports bra and the best rib/waist/hip curve ever to grace a woman. 

But what was it today of all days that made her so enticing? 

From my vantage point on the front row (I was student, not teacher today), I watched her in the mirror, stretching her neck tall, elongating her upper torso as her shirt lifted and exposed the 1 inch of skin that make her sexier than most nudes on the Internet.  It made her look sleek, fast, even on a bike that never moves.  Class started and she began to climb with the rest of us.  Occasionally pulling her deep brown locks back behind her ears and out of her face, We all waited for the sweatshirt moment.

I can say “we all waited”, because I have seen it from the student and teacher chair, the whole class watches (well most, there is the one gay guy and a couple of 90 year Armenian women who don’t watch).  There is a slight pause in the collective breathing until she pulls it towards the ceiling and her smile pops through and she shakes her hair out and gets back to work.  Then everyone else is free to resume their lives.

As class progresses I realized what was different, a subtle change, but one that sparked  several distractions within the room.  She was in her same long cotton shorts, basketball style as if a hold over from her high school days.  But today they were lower than before, dropped from the waist, keeping a tenuous grip on her hip bone as her legs pumped up and down in rhythm with the music. 

On a break between songs, between hill and sprint, she sits up tall and reaches to the ceiling, her stomach smoothes out to a gentle six-pack, hidden by the softness of a woman’s curve, but I see it.  I see that space between, where her strong leg joins her lean body, it’s where the “V” starts that leads a lover’s lips lower, the line traced by her thongs, the crease that deepens when legs are lifted and lovers invited in.  This space, this line, this spot, makes all the difference.

It only appears when her pants are low on her hips, tantalizingly close to revealing her under clothes, if there were any there.  It’s that little gap explored by a lover’s finger as they stand inappropriately close to each other at the back of class.  His finger (her finger?  I don’t know) traces along the waistband, skin-to-skin, breaking through the personal space for that invited connection.    

As the lover’s touch moves from her hips to her center, tracing the top edge of cloth, the gap between cotton and skin is discovered and a finger slips down inside, the nail tracing downward the crease between thigh and pelvis.  Maybe the softness of intimate curls is found, making her blush with the intimacy, or maybe there is no hair  to discovery and the exploring digit traces bare skin, hidden, but just inches from the waistband so eager to come down. 

She looked ravishing, long, lean, strong, athletic, so unaware of her own beauty, yet dressed perfectly to entice and tease.  But how do I tell her?  How to I thank her for making my day one full of fun fantasies and naughty thoughts?  Can I?  Dare I?  Lexi covered last week and  it all came back today. 

How do you offer that compliment that borders on come-on, innocent, but sounding dirty, just a statement of thanks without any motive to let her know she caught your eye.  We do what we always do. Nothing.

(As an end note, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, and I know I didn't even get to 75% of a picutre, sometimes words - my words - can't catch the vision in my head.  Ahhh, the frustrations of the writer.)

What I want - Thoughts at the end of the day about the end of the line

I want to die at the right time


After my kids have grown
Before I become a burden to them
After my body has bent
But before it is broken

I want to go before I become one of the stumbling men who spend their
day wandering parks they no longer remember. One of the men who wake
and sleep and wake again before realizing they are alone in the world
and will be forever.

I want to be gone before I see too much grief, the death of a child,
the heartbreak age, the loss of all those once held dear.

I do not want my fortune, be it big or small, given to doctors who can
not save and nurses who do not care. Do not shutter me away in 'homes'
that are not or to 'rest' that is anything from peaceful

Save me from the screamers, the dreamers, who would lay hands upon to
save old bones that have been saved and lost one hundred times before.
That is not the time for saving, but for forgiving and laying by. God,
in whatever form, would have long since passed judgment on a life so
lived. Pray little heed is given as one approaches the veil that
marks the end.

I want to die at the right time.

TMI Tuesday - 50 Questions of Internet Filler

I'm in the middle of writing something for a friend and havne't had much time to think about a public post, so I borrowed "50 Questions" from one of my favorite bloggers, so here it is.


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TMI Tuesday: 50 Questions  - As found on Lustolicious

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

I need a haircut

2. How much cash do you have on you?

$35 and some checks to deposit.

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

Bore

4. Favorite planet?

Mars Rules, though I’d like to play on Uranus (OK, you all thought it too, so don’t judge)

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

No one calls me, I call them.

6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

I have no ring tones, I have the most boring phone in the world.

7. What shirt are you wearing?

Blue/Black short sleeve with a pattern that looks vaguely like a EKG pattern

8. Do you label yourself?

I have a long list of negative labels that get bandied about, but I try not to let them stick.

9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?

Cole Hahn

10. Bright or Dark Room?

My office is bright, but the anteroom past my door is always dark.

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?

I think she is an amazing, sexy, funny, terrific blogger.

12. What does your watch look like?

I don’t wear one day-to-day, but my “dress watch” is gold with an antique face with the moon phases.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Cleaning up after sex.  It was nice.

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

“                      “  She never wrote back.

15. Where is your nearest 7-11?

From me right now?  ½ mile, but it’s across a major street so I never go there.  But, now that you mention it, I could really use a hot dog.

16. What's a word that you say a lot?

“Compliance”  My job is all about it.

17. Who told you he/she loved you last?

My Wife

18. Last furry thing you touched?

My chin before I shaved, or my wife’s beautiful bush, or a sandwich in the back of the fridge at work that someone forgot (not me)

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?

Does Cherry Coke count?  If not, then none.

20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?

None now, but I had a disposable camera developed just last week. First one in months.

21. Favorite age you have been so far?

My Junior Year in High school was amazing (17), My last year in college (24) is also high on the list

22. Your worst enemy?

Boredom.

23. What is your current desktop picture?

A beautiful sunset beach picture with a lean-to tent in the middle.  I can’t remember where I found it.

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?

“I’ll see you in class.”  To the beautiful Russian who I’ll see in cycle class @ lunch.

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?

If I could fly, I’m sure I could earn a million bucks some how.

26. Do you like someone?

Do you want the list?

27. The last song you listened to?

The soundtrack to “O Brother, where are thou?”

28. What time of day were you born?

In the morning, but I didn’t have my watch on that day so it’s a little fuzzy.

29. What’s your favorite number?

13, it’s the number we all fought over in high school sports when jersey’s were picked.

30. Where did you live in 1987?

Long Beach, CA

31. Are you jealous of anyone?

YES, and it’s killing me.  2 of my favorite bloggers are in love with other people, and another one has a bullet that gets a lot more play time than I do.

32. Is anyone jealous of you?

I can’t imagine why they would be.

33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?

I was walking from my bus to the gym.  Everyone on the treadmills, the weight machines, the bikes, were completely frozen as I opened the door.  They were all staring at the TV’s mounted from the ceiling, some of the women were crying.

34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?

Swear under my breath and call security, again.

35. Do you consider yourself kind?

I’m kind to strangers, bust mostly indifferent.

36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?

On someone else.

37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?

Italian for blogger #1, French for #2, and Spanish for the real world.

38. Would you move for the person you loved?

Yes, but they are not currently willing to move for me.

39. Are you touchy feely?

Not usually, but that is a trained behavior, I used to be a lot more.

40. What’s your life motto?

“It’s just money” and “I’m sure it will be fine.”  Both phrases drive my wife, the worrier, completely bonkers.

41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?

My phone, clothes, and a tinge of sadness.

42. What’s your favorite town/city?

I love San Francisco and their libraries, New York for the noise, Salt Lake City for skiing, and Seattle for the rain.

43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?

A Twix bar, 90 cents.

44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

To my dad last month.  He doesn’t do e-mail and he loves getting letters.  Also, I always send home post cards to my kids and friends when I travel for work.

45. Can you change the oil on a car?

Yes, but I don’t.

46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?

My first crush?  Saw her at a High School reunion year ago, and she had already turned in to her mother (not a good thing).

My first GF?  Same class reunion, she was beautiful, happy, had 4 kids, and it was great to see her.

47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?

My maternal grandma was a genealogy and history buff and had the money to hire a researcher, so a couple of lines go way back.  Not so much on my dad’s side, maybe 150 years.

48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?

Define “fancy.”  I wear a suit to church on Sunday, but my company’s last Christmas party was the last time we both “dressed up” to go out. 

49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?

My thighs are sore from an 8 mile run on Saturday.  I’m not very fast, but it was fast for me.  I like feeling sore like this.

50. Have you been burned by love?

Who hasn’t?  In fact, I think I’m on fire now.  It’s the nature of the sport.

Blame me if you want....

So, I made you late for another meeting today?  And how did I do that exactly? Was I the one sitting at her desk imagining, dreaming about things that might be done? Was I the one who shifted uncomfortably in her chair, spreading her legs a little wider than required, feeling the cool air on her damp inner thighs?

You can blame me if you want, but was I the one, with beating heart, who walked down the hall to the bathroom? Did I push the door open and walk across the cool tile to the stall that seemed most secluded? Am I the one who pulled up her dress around her waist and felt the damp stickiness that was oozing through the thin material of my panties? Who made first contact, you or I? Am I the one pulled the material to the side, and then, too hungry to wait, pulled them down off my thighs to let them fall to the floor, wet, fragrant, slick with juices?

Accuse me, I can live with the guilt. Was I the one who, thinking that it would be just a brief moment, put finger to clit and began to circle, to spread the juices of lust across plumped lips, and plunged hungry fingers into a cunt already inflamed with need? Was it you or I that set in motion this erotic ride? Are you the one who sat, half naked in the corporate stall, rubbing the very clit and thought deeply about what I only hinted at?

Perhaps you're daydreaming of the people in your pictures on your posts. Selectively chosen because they made you wet, hot, and made you want to fuck.  Maybe it wasn't me at all. As you sat at your desk and felt your body tingle, perhaps you are thinking of the chiseled men and naked women in the beautiful photos which you selected last night.

Perhaps you posted them and then buried your soft cheeks in softer pillows, your hips raised up and flared open, waiting, ready to be used for my selfish pleasure. Or maybe it was not the pictures at all. Perhaps it was the hot young intern, or the beautiful receptionist with a skirt a little too short, or maybe it was the thought of your shower as you brought yourself glorious orgasm.

You can blame me if you want. Blame me for your lust and your need and your tender fingertips that cannot stop themselves from roaming even while you sit at your desk and read this now.

Blame me if you want....It only makes me smile.....

Lucky Row 13

I travel for work.  About once a month I'm on the road and most of my flights are pretty uneventful.  But on my lst flight, I learned the meaning of Lucky #13.



I'm in Houston all week for work. On the flight out Row 13 was the
lucky number. There were two beautiful beautiful, friendly, chatty, single women.










I helped the Latina, slim with long black hair, an easy laugh, and bright eyes put her luggage in the overhead rack as we chatted.  She was West Coast based but flying to Houston for a friend's wedding.  We got her settled and continued to chat.




Next arrived an Asian woman.  At least in her early 20's she was clad in only black tights, and a long, gray loooow cut t-shirt holding a little stuffed monster plush toy for comfort.

Yes!  Row 13 was the place to be. 

Unfortunately I was on row 12 with a guy who threw-up the whole trip.  After the 4th trip to the bathroom and several trial runs into "the bag in the seat pocket in front of you" we moved him to the isle seat.  He said it was some bad food, I thought I smelled hang-over.  All I know is that I really wish I had lucky #13.

Ah, the joys of travel.  

Group Post - So Hard...

I got an invitation to participate in a group post with the theme, "I came so hard…"

I have been thinking about it all week, thinking about real life experiences, thinking about fantasies, thinking about stories I had heard, videos I had watched, trying to think how to capture this intriguing comment. What makes an orgasm special? What makes one different than the other? What makes one memorable?

I thought about making a list of all the orgasms that I can remember. I have had thousands of orgasms if you count masturbation from 12 years old 46 years old. Most of them drift down the drain before the shower is even over, not to be remembered, just a steady stream of teenage horniness and delusional attempts to hide your activities from your mother.

I never went through a phase where I bragged about sex with my friends. I grew up in a conservative Christian environment and all of my friends were good kids. A few of us jerked off, a couple of us discovered porn, but I will put $1,000 on a bet that 90% of my close friends were virgins when they got married. We all knew the kids that had sex, you heard about the girls first, but then realized that they had to have a guy to go along with it. I remember when I first became aware of my friends having sex, a rumor went through the school that our star running back and one of the cheerleaders had sex after a football game last Friday night. The rumor must have been pretty widespread if I heard it, I was a lowly member of the band and did not run in the social circles that included cheerleaders and football stars. I ran with the drama kids, the music geeks, so the smart kids, and the kids who went to church.

Rumors did not might come my way until they had passed through the entire school, slowly working their way down the social ladder until my friends heard about it.

But I digress. When I think about this phrase, "I came so hard" I remember specific orgasms, specific moments of great physical pleasure and I wonder why I have not had more of them.

Because my friends, my close friends, never admitted to anything sexual, I never had that frat house movie moment when I run into the room, slap my friends on the back, and say "dude, I banged her dude, I nailed her, and man-oh-man, I came so hard…"  Instead, my sex life has been one of quiet accomplishment, hidden failures, and private worries.

I can remember my first orgasm with a girl, dry humping on the hill below the clock tower, not fully aware of what was happening, but not willing to stop, and thank goodness she didn't want to either.  I was wearing jeans and she was wearing soft cotton sweatpants. I remember feeling her body press against mine, her pubic bone rubbing up and down my hard young cock through my denim, through her cotton,. I asked her, “Do you want me to stop?”  She had made some noise and I was worried I was hurting her.  I remember her answer to this very day, “What ever you are doing, don't stop, please don't stop!”  We both climaxed, we both came so hard.

I remember the first time I kissed a naked woman. A dear friend of mine who I still have feelings for (if she was anywhere to be found) invited me into her apartment, we were both in college. I think she was in love with me more than I was ready to admit. She was beautiful and popular in high school and though we knew of each other we did not know each other. We met again in college and began to hang out and date.  It was odd.  We would snuggle for hours in her bed without having sex. We would work together an d laugh.  I would help her with school and her work accounting and I loved her I just didn't know how to process it. She was a bad girl in high school, now reformed, but I held back. 

One day we were snuggling on the floor in front of her fire on a nice blanket she had and I realized that she had undressed.  I kissed my way down the center of her body, breathing hard, frightened, unwilling to kissed the left or to the right and take in the nipples I had fantasized about. I kissed my way down further across her flat belly and down to the soft brown hairs that formed the triangle that I dared not kiss.

I stopped, and I left, and I lost her. On the way home I pulled to the side of the room and I came so hard that I cried.

I can remember others, specific wonderful orgasms that set my soul on fire. I remember the first time I made love to my wife. I came hard, and I came quick, and the saving grace is that she came quicker and we finished together for our very first time.

I remember the first time I came on camera, a newly purchased WebCam, a newly made friend, I could not believe my eyes. Tall, lean, amazingly beautiful, the perfect touch of accent from Europe and points elsewhere, she invited me to watch

I remember other times.  I remember making my first affair cum, I think it might have been her first in many years, my fingers in her cunt, my lips on her neck, her back on my bed, I made her come so hard she shivered and cried out and begged for more.

So many orgasms, so many small moments of pleasure and amazing spikes of ecstasy. It's a wonderful phrase, "I came so hard". It reminds me of so many moments memorable women, a knowing touch, a perfect encounter. Some are in the distant past, some happened in this very hotel room.

But that is a story for another day, one not to be told without permission....

Have wonderful horny weekend!!

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Barefoot Dreamer http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com/
Topaz   http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
Advizor www.advizortoall.blogspot.com
Kimberly http://yourerrantwife.blogspot.com

Happy Friday!

FFF - A hundred times before

He had watched a hundred times before.  He wanted to lay his money down and get his three songs of teasing, tempting, and empty smiles.  He wanted more, expected less.  He dressed for the occasion, dark slacks to hide her wet spot on his thighs, cotton briefs to absorb his moisture, a silk shirt to feel her nipples on his skin, a wad of 20’s and a fake ID.

His heart started beating faster hours before he arrived.  His mind raced as his pulled in to the parking lot, his hands quivered as he gave the valet his keys, his chest tightened as his eyes adjusted, his cock twitched as he saw the pole, and his world exploded as she took the stage.  Her soft pale skin, lustrous red hair, and incandescent smile made her look as if she was splashed with pure heat.  He sat, and watched, like a hundred times before.


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As coincidence would have it, I am participating on TWO group posts today.  The next one will post in a few hours.  Please come back!

TMI Tuesday - Sex Meme

I haven't been very creative lately, but I saw this list of questions on Lustalicious and thought I'd join the fun.
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1. Is there anyone of your friends that you would ever consider having sex with?
Oooh, yes, friends from church (K, C, D, the new one, and then C again)
Work friends? D, of course, M all over town, C and her actress friend, and D’s boss)
Internet Friends? All of them

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
Morning is a great surprise, evening lets you fall asleep after, but afternoon sex rules because you get to go out and do something feeling freshly fucked. Yes, the morning can do that as well, but I like the idea of taking a sex break in the middle of the day when I work from home.

3. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
If you are standing at the foot of the bed facing it, then I am on the right side.

4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?
For medical testing? Yea. Made $75 bucks to see if I was alergic to soy-based meds.  I am, thankfully, not.

5. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath?
The shower is great for hand jobs, getting soapy, and getting ready for the real thing, but intercourse in the shower is not my thing. Water is an awful lubricant, and conditioner stings.

6. Do you watch/read pornography?
Is the Pope Jewish? Oh, wait, I got that wrong. The answer used to be YES YES YES!! But now it’s just occasionally yes. I only get in to it every other month or so for an hour. Then I’m done. I’d much rather tease and taunt with my friends on-line.  If find tha tporn just doesn't do it for me anymore, but occasionally, like a greasy burger, it hits the spot.

7. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
I’d like my wife to be more aggressive in asking for an orgasm, insisting on one even. And I’d like for her to take a more enthusiastic role.

8. Do you love someone on your blogroll?
I thought so for a while, I but don’t think she loves me, but I LOVE them all, otherwise they wouldn’t be on my list.

9. Would you choose love or money?
Find love, and then sell it for the money.

10. Your top three favorite kinks in bed?
My wife doesn’t do kink, but I’d like to try restraints, public sex, and toys toys toys!

11. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually?
No, but I had a GF who was crazy in love with me (emphasize the crazy part), and she declared herself fair game, that I could do anything to her because she loved me. Since we were freshmen in college and I knew what crazy looked like, I ran like hell.

12. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex?
In Jamaica on our balcony, in my backyard on the trampoline, in our hotel room on our wedding night.

13. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?
I gave my GF an orgasm in the mall freight elevator, got a BJ on the side of the road outside of Vegas, and had pre-honeymoon -travel sex on a horrible old hide-away bed at my mother-in-law’s house.

14. Have you ever been caught having sex?
See #13. While in this squeaky stinky hide-away, my wife’s sister opened the door. I wasn’t inside her, but my fingers were and my head was under the blanket, firmly attached to her right nipple. We all laughed, but she didn’t stick around.

15. Ever been to a bar just to get sex?
Yes, as the designated driver, drunk girls were an easy target, but since I was a good boy, all we ever did was make out and feel each other up. Turns out that drunk girls are usually really bad kissers.

16. Ever been picked up in a bar?
YES!! It was the most ego boosting night of my life, but then I had to turn him down and send him back to the White House. But boy can Barak dance.

17. Have you ever kissed or had sex with someone of the same sex?
No. Never been remotely interested.

18. Had sex in a movie theater?
No... Dammit.

19. ….
What the hell happened to #19? Got something against prime numbers do you? Math punk.

20. Had sex in a bathroom?
YES! While my brother-in-law and his wife were outside the door of our shared hotel room.

21. Have you ever had sex at work?
Blow job, yes. Fingering? Yes Ass-slapping good time and while make-out sessions and dry humping? Hell yes. But sex? No.

22. Bought something from an adult store?
You mean like Tiffany’s? No, but my local sex shop used to know my name.

23. Do you own any sex toys?
Mr. Red, Purple Monster, Little Red, Mr. Happy (18 years and going strong), The Mask, and a glass one is on my list.

24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film?
On film? No. Digital? Yes, though they promised to delete them. Video? Somewhere, yes.

25. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name?
No, but I met a girl at a very loud dance club who was amazingly beautiful, WAAAAY out of my league. I went to pick her up and meet her dad. I shook his hand, and said “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Henderson.” Last name? Not even close. I caught her first name, but totally missed the last . He never liked me after that, and she agreed with him soon after.

26. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse?
I do not believe that oral sex is intercourse, but oral sex is most certainly sex. Any time an orgasm is involved honey? It’s sex.

27. What's your favorite sexual position?
CEO
And then girl on top, doggie, 69 and lovely and simple missionary, with your heels locks around my lower back

28. What's your favorite sex act?
Lady GaGa
See #27, but the other night my wife knelt down in front of me to give me a blow job and I was in heaven. She looked perfect there and it felt amazing.

29. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time?
Only in my head, though I did get a lap dance from two dancers at the same time. That was cool.

OK, more than you needed to know, but share the love eh?

And just to round it out, here is #30

30. Do you really like role play? or do you say you do because everyone says that role play is hot?
See #10.  But I'd much rather save the money and shop at Victoria's Secret.com for something cute.

Animal Testing

I'm usually against animal testing, but this seemed appropriate.  I found it here.

I'm traveling for work this week and will have precious little time to write during the day, and at night, I'm just tired.  I hope to get a couple of decent posts up this week and I'll be here for Flash Fiction Friday and another Group post that same day.  Ah, the glamor of travel.

Here's another funny one...

Shit!

Sunday Quote via Barney Stinson

“Jesus waited three days to come back to life. It was perfect! If he had only waited one day, a lot of people wouldn't have even heard he died. They'd be all, "Hey Jesus, what up?" and Jesus would probably be like, "What up? I died yesterday!" and they'd be all, "Uh, you look pretty alive to me, dude..." and then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the dude'd be like "Uhh okay, whatever you say, bro..." And he's not gonna come back on a Saturday. Everybody's busy, doing chores, workin' the loom, trimmin' the beard, NO. He waited the perfect number of days, three. Plus it's Sunday, so everyone's in church already, and they're all in there like "Oh no, Jesus is dead", and then BAM! He bursts in the back door, runnin' up the aisle, everyone's totally psyched, and FYI, that's when he invented the high five. That's why we wait three days to call a woman, because that's how long Jesus wants us to wait.... True story.”

I found this on MovieLine and laughed out loud and thought it would make for a good Sunday quote

Fitness Update - September

Thoughts during August and September

(These thoughts kind of ramble, I'm not editing this one too much.)

Original I’m going to post my next update on September 1 so I can get on a regular day instead of the middle of the month with these update, plus, having to do my weigh-in and time run three days after a business trip will, hopefully, keep me on track while I travel.

Actual:  OK, so I didn’t get this out on the 1^st, but that’s OK, right?  I mention a business trip, which are usually killer on the diet and workout plan.  I was on the road from Sunday – Friday and had two good things happen: (1) I got as sick as a dying dog for 36 hours.  Could barely leave my hotel room, lost my appetite, didn’t dare be more than 50 feet from any bathroom, and almost missed the meetings I flew out to attend.  Why is that good?  I think I lost 5 pounds in the first 12 hours.  I don’t recommend this approach to anyone.  It was awful, really, really, really awful.  But, it kept my weight down (I’ve got to find a silver lining some how).  All I know is that I owe a HUGE debt to the makers of Imodium AD.  Enough Said.  The Second (2) good thing is that I brought all my gym stuff.  My gym recently opened a branch near the office I go to and they had great cycling classes (super cute instructor, major hottie students), a good pool, a good Jacuzzi, towel service (love that), and they are just a 10 min walk, or 2 min drive in the heat, away from my hotel.  After my 36 hours in hell, I made it to the gym 3 times and went for a long run when the humidity finally dropped out of the 90’s along with the temperature. 

(8/17) Body fat tested at 22.5%

Commentary:  My body fat measurements took a 5% upswing last month and are back down again in Sept.  That didn’t happen in real life, but they guy at my gym says it’s because I measured before my workout one month and after a workout the next, and that body fluids and hydration make a big difference in the accuracy of the reading.  So I’ll try to be consistent and only get measured when well hydrated and pre-workout.  Plus, I like 22% a lot more than 27.

(8/17 - Cont) There are days when I am so hungry that it’s very difficult to eat well.  Today is one of those days.  I started off with fruit and my one muffin for the day, but lunch, which began as just a taco salad with low-fat dressing, was supplemented by plain and yogurt -covered pretzels, another muffin, and a small serving of chili left over from yesterday.  It's that “one more thing" trap. It's the "one more thing" is what keeps me from losing weight each day. It only takes a few extra calories each day to stop your progress and that is so frustrating.

(8/18)  Aaaaaaagh

Up three pounds.  Magical thinking isn’t working any more, now I actually have to stop eating.  Shit.

Commentary:  Aaaah, the joys of magical thinking (MT).  Magical Thinking is that place we all go to before we decide to actually do something.  Magical thinking is the collection of lies we tell ourselves that we really wish were true.  Its pretending that calories don’t count as much as intentions, that eating more good food will balance out the fact that we are eating too much food, that the 3 pound swing on the scale, when you know it’s a bad scale is weight loss, or it’s ignoring the upward creep on the scale as “water weight” but claiming that every downward move is because we at only 2 candy bars instead of three.

“If I eat my 2^nd cheeseburger with lots of water it will flush through faster”

“It’s a salad, it’s healthy, the cheese, dressing, meat, eggs, avocado are all natural”

“I made it through ½ my run, but I was tired, so it still counts, right?”

“A bagel, cream cheese, and hot chocolate are fine because we are supposed to eat breakfast, I’ll skip lunch.”

“I may be fat, but I’m fit.”

“I know I didn’t work hard, but I was in class, that’s better than nothing.”

“I'll slim down in Spring, it always happens like that”

“It’s only one handful, a few M&Ms won’t hurt” (Usually said on 4^th handful.

There is a lot of MT in relationships as well, but I’m not focusing on that.

The biggest slice of MT in fitness is that there is a magic bullet to weight loss.  There is literally no pill, no mantra, no diet, no book, no DVD, no guru that can make us lose weight without significant, daily, tireless, effort on our parts. 

I just found out that one of my favorite bloggers lost over 100 pounds several years ago. I found her through the HNT circles and she is gorgeous. G-O-R-two snaps in a circle -GEOUS.  She said it was the hardest thing she had ever done.  Another friend, an amazing HNT’r as well, has lost significant weight and looks amazing.  I’ve lost 10 pounds.  Nothing compared to the incredible work these two women have accomplished.

Losing weight is hard.  Don’t let anyone fool you for a second.  Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, SlimFast all say that their food is wonderful and tasty and low-fat/cal/carb whatever, but they don’t tell you where the real work lies.  It lays in saying NO and YES at the right time.

No to the extra cookie/muffin/snack

No to the first bagel.

No to a desert after the company sponsored lunch even though it’s free

No to the extra scoop of potatoes

No to eating to please your mother or spouse, the chefs that cook every day for you

No to going out to lunch with your friends 3 days a week at work

No to popcorn at the movies

No to a bowl of ice cream while folding laundry

No to the couch and 30 Rock

Yes to the gym or a long walk

Yes to being done before you are full

Yes to bringing a small, nutritious, lunch from home

Yes to drinking gallons of water and peeing every hour every afternoon

Yes to discussing your goals in honest ways with people who don’t support you

Yes to breaking habits that have been in place for years

Yes to exploring the emotional relationship we have with food and our family
       (What, you don’t eat? You don’t love me no more?)

Yes to seeing ourselves as important, and worth the effort

Yes to seeing ourselves differently.

And the killer about this is that it happens every day.  Every freaking day it’s the same battle.  Every day there is too much food in the fridge, to many deserts on the cart, to many fries in the basket, too many M&Ms in the bowl. 

Every day. 

But then, after a few weeks, someone asks if we’ve lost weight, and we smile and say, “I’m working on it” because that is a safe answer that doesn’t commit us to too much.  Then a pair of pants fit a bit better, or a blouse isn’t so tight, or you don’t get dizzy when you bend over and pick up a napkin from the floor.  Change is slow, it is elusive, but it is out there if we stay on track, every day.

I haven’t talked about exercise this month because that’s not an issue for me, I love the gym.  For me it’s about the daily battle with my food, my emotions, my expectations.  This month I won the battle.  Next month is always a question….

I’ve listed my goals below.  Lets see how we do….

Measurements	July 15	August 13	September 10	October 1
Height	5’ 10”
Weight	219	214	209.5 – Aug 31 210 – Sep 10	Goal:  206
Age	45		Closer to 46
Body Fat %	23.7	27.8 (??)	22.5%	22%
BMI Score	31.4	30.7	30.13	29.55
Avg Heart Rate – Resting	55	56	40 @ blood donation
Avg Heart Rate – Running	143	142	Mid-140s 125 in spin 145 when teaching
Latest 10K time (Running)	59:22	57:33	56:40	Goal:  56:00

If you’ve made it this far, you are terrific, thanks for reading.  If you want, share your suggestions and success stories in the comments below.