Good News for a Friend

With no FFF on the boards today, I thought I'd pass on some good news, plug a fellow blogger's blog, and make my semi-annual pitch for one of the few good things I do in life.

Donate Blood

I've been donating blood and platelets for over 20 years as time and location have permitted.  I recently got my 10 gallon pin and thought that was pretty hot stuff.  Then Monday, when I was donating again, I meet two people who put me to shame.  One guy got his 29 Gallon pin, and the lady next to him said, "That's nice, I got my 32 gallon last spring."  Great one-upsmanship between senior citizens.  I have a long way to go to catch up.

So why donate blood?  If you qualify, your blood goes to help others, sometimes many different people.  Whole blood is used in emergency rooms, surgery, and therapeutic applications.  Whole blood is also broken down in to components that can be used in more specific areas, helping several people with just one donation.  Lately I have focused on platelet and plasma donations.  These take a little longer, but at my center, I get to watch a movie while I donate, so the time goes quickly and I get free movie tickets as a thank-you.  I haven't paid for a movie in years. When ever my kids are planning a movie night, they tell me to go donate, they are very mercenary.

  The Blood supply is always low.  If it sounds like the Red Cross and others are always asking for donations, it is because they always are.  Blood is needed. Healthy Donors are needed. I know a lot of my readers may not be eligible to donate because of certain lifestyle choices (see the eligibility requirements), but many, many of you can donate, and we need you to.

I've always donated partly because I know that someday I'll do something stupid and end up needed it for myself.  But there are other reasons to give blood.  

One reason is to support your fellow bloggers.  Several people I read, or have read, have faced, or are facing, battles with cancer.  Jen just posted the fabulous news that she is cancer free and feeling great.  It's fantastic news for a great blogger and wonderful writer.

So let's review.

1 - Donating blood is easy.  

2 - You get juice and cookies at the end

3 - Some of the nurses are hot.
4 - If you do platelets, you get more goodies
5 - You keep sexy bloggers alive.

See, it's all good.

So, now that you are all excited about donating blood and saving lives and being good citizens, go DO SOMETHING about it.

In the US you can call the American Red Cross
In the UK you can call the National Blood Service
And almost anywhere, you can call your local hospital and get instructions.

Please, go, donate, do what you can, and if you can't donate your own blood, go volunteer.  The life you save may be the one you meet next week on ChatRoulette.  :-)

      

Phone Rules

I'm not a Luddite, I love technology, I like my computer, the Internet, my color TV, my DVD player and my TiVo, but my phone, my damn phone may need to go.

It's not the phone itself, but it's the way it impacts my life that needs to change.  And it's not just me, another friend has given up her phone, but we'll get back to that later.

Yesterday I was texting back and forth with a friend.  Very mild flirting, no swear words, no anatomical references, certainly nothing beyond "Did you buy some Nutella?" which is code word for sex, so, like I said, pretty mild stuff.  I find out during the day that she's pissed at her husband for acting like a queen bee (if he didn't have kids, I'd swear he was gay, and I know he might be, but that's another post).  I get a text around 9:00pm and then she goes quiet.  I know she is super protective of her phone so I don't think anything of sending her a quick little "Good night" text.  

Nothing

Until this morning.

She says that she got the text while they were having sex and that he picked it up and saw my name.  Remember, we all go to church together.  So he's mad that I'm texting her and that it interrupted sex.  I asked her why she didn't ignore it and she replied that the room was dark and that my text lit up the whole room and he was closest and curious.  

I gave her the following rule:  When the panties come down, the phone goes off.

Come on people, we've had our phones for a while now, haven't we learned how to use them yet?

Being the gentleman that I am, I asked if I had interrupted her orgasm, and she said that she had already finished so the timing was OK with her.  I asked if I owed him a handy to finish him off and she didn't respond.

So now I'm faced with next Sunday when we see each other in the hallway outside the Hall.  

What do I say?  Anything?  

What if he confronts me?

Will he be mad?

What story did she tell him?

Learn to manage your phone people.  Geez.

As for my other friend, my main way of talking to her was through a little used picture sharing app that has messaging.  We'd send pics back and forth (nothing naked) and talk and text and such.  She turned it off and I lost a major source of interaction.  Why?  I asked.

Because our phones can do everything, we feel compelled to do everything, all the time.

Text?  Got it

E-mail?  Constantly

Pictures?  Too many of too many intimate things

Skype?  Good signal?  Why not?

Tumblr?  Never stops

Twitter?  I've got two accounts.

Blogger?  It doesn't work well, but it will be a short post.

Facebook?  Another friend, hooray!

Reader?  Oh, who posted today?

It never ever stops, so she had to stop it.  Good for her.

We can't let technology rule us, we must rule our technology and, ultimately, ourselves.

It's no fun, but we have to.

Busy busy busy (and horny)

It is strange to be so busy when I have nothing to do.

Monday I had a job interview that went well, but I'm not saying anything more because I hate explaining why I didn't get a job when I never know why in the first place.

Tuesday was software development (AKA redtube), a lunch meeting with a new networking contact (very nice guy, just getting in to a new job himself), then a meeting with my career counselor to talk about Monday.    In between all of that is a bunch of e-mails about jobs on-line (BTW, applying to jobs on-line is worthless, totally worthless), and e-mails to contract houses (also worthless).

It seems like I have a million things to do that don't matter and only a few that make a difference  I've said it before, but i have to get serious about writing an article about how the job search messes with your head.

All I know is that the past three days, since Sunday, I've been horny as hell.  And hell is pretty horny from what I've heard.  Usually that wouldn't be a problem.  A locked door, a hot shower, an empty bed after others have started their day.  But lately, I've developed quite a problem.  I hate cumming alone, and all my friends are busy.

TMI - Booty, Booty, Booty

1. Have you ever initiated a booty call?

Of course!  Any time the phone rings after 10pm it’s a booty call.

2. Have you ever accepted a booty call?

My girlfriend and I both worked way too much so all we got was booty call for a while.  Now, admittedly, ours were pretty tame.  She’d call me at work (on campus) before I left.  We’d meet at her apartment, get a snack, make out, dry hump (don’t laugh, we were just ummm, sheltered) and then she’d send me home.  It was actually kind of nice.

3. Ever had a “friend with benefits” relationship? How long did it last? Are you still friends or acquaintances with that person? Are you still having sex with that friend?

This was a little stranger.  My ex-girlfriend’s roommate was cute, socially awkward, and needed help with her dance class.  I was told to help, so I did, and for a while, I’d go over, practice dance class with her in the basement, make out for a while, feel her up a bit, and then she’d ask me to leave.  Later I found out that she would get herself off after I left.  Freshman year was a strange place.

4. Tell us about your best one-night stand, what made it so good?

I had to think about this one….I haven’t had a lot of true one night stands, but…. 

I had been eying Margot for a while.  She was petite, cute, great hair, and always wore these really hot leotard-like tops (this was the 80’s, forgive me).  I ask her and we do the typical dinner and movie date and end up back at her place.  We are making out, eating ice cream, having a good time.  While we are going along I get her jeans off and her leotard is a one piece top.  That means to get access to anything, the whole thing has to come off.  She wasn’t ready for that, so she goes to change in the other room.  She comes out with her jeans back on but a different top.  More ice cream, more kissing, the jeans slide down again and now I find snaps.  I release them and finger her to a wonderful orgasm, really, really strong one, so all is well, right?  Some how I end up on my stomach for a back rub and she slides her feet under me and starts teasing my cock with her feet.  I grind back, she pushed hard, and I cum in my jeans.  Lovely.

Then, she pulls out the chess board and says we should play.  I will be the first to admit that I SUCK at chess.  I don’t have the patience, or interest to get really good at it.  I know how the pieces move, some basic strategy, but eh, who cares, right?  Well, I agree to play and my moves are so incoherent, so badly thought out, so inexplicable, that she has no defense and somehow, against all that is good, I beat her.  Well, that was it.

She huffed a bit, said it was too late, got dressed, opened the door, and basically said, “Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”  We were done.  She never went out with me again.  Pity, I really liked leotards.

5. When was your last one-night stand?

If you don’t count on-line play, it was years and years ago.

6. What’s the grimiest, dirtiest place that you’ve had sex?

The front seat of my car in the middle of winter when I hadn’t cleaned out the leaves and slush.

My GF’s laundry room

And ancient fold-away bed at my mother-in-law’s house.  I do NOT want to think how old that mattress was.

Bonus: What’s the one random thing you wish your friends knew about you?

I wish the new how sexual I was in a way that we could talk about all of our sex lives.  My church group is so tightly wound up and repressed that the sanctuary would melt if we just opened up and laughed and joked and shared how wonderful fucking can be.  I mean really, we all have kids, we’ve all had sex, LET’S TALK ABOUT IT!!!!!

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

End of the day....

Some days aren't worth writing about, but we do so anyway.

Up early to go running.  Took it easy and ran with one of the other dads.

Laundry, Dishes, breakfast (have you ever cooked sweet rolls in a George Foreman Grill? 2:30 and they are done.)

A couple hours working on the job hunt.

A quick run to the store for tortillas, and then the check engine light went on.  That changed the rest of the day.  A couple of hours later I'm looking at $750 in repairs which is about 25% of the Kelley Blue Book value.  That's the joy of owning a 1996 with 165,000 miles.

Then it was off to the park for a "Back to School" picnic with a super hot new mom that I'll never talk to.  Oh, and a good hot dog.

After the picnic it was the drug store, the market and now it's back home, clean the kitchen, watch the first 30 minutes of "Mission Impossible:  Ghost Protocol"

Another thrilling day, right?

And, to my friend who had a wonderful new experience last night.  I'm very very happy for you.

FFF - Come fly with me.

195-199 Bold

“Oh shit.”  I tapped my new co-worker on the arm.

“Let me sleep.”

“Heather,” I shook her, “I think someone’s…you know, doing it in their seat.”

She lifted the sleeping mask from her brilliant blue eyes.  She smiled but tried to be quiet.  A giggle escaped her ruby lips, “I think you are right.”

“What are they doing?”  I hid behind my magazine but she openly stared.

“Her dress is open, he’s touching her breast, it’s beautiful.”

Heather’s lips tickled my ear, “I bet they’re not married.”

“They’re not!”  I was giddy with insider knowledge, “I followed them through security. They introduced themselves, she’s got two kids and he got married just last summer.”

She raised the armrest to get closer and improve her view.  Her chin rested on my shoulder and she was warm and smelled like cinnamon, her breast pressed against my arm.

“Watch, He’s going to make her cum.” Heather’s voice was changing, she moved closer.

“What?”

“Look at her, she’s beautiful, so close. She so very close.”

She slid her hand over my hip and grabbed my cock.  I gasped, thought, then unzipped.

“Good boy” she said taking her grip, “it pays to be bold.”

All the world's a stage

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players:..."

We all want to be seen, to be heard, acknowledged, to be noticed.  

Isn't that what blogging is all about in some part?  Most of us say that we write for ourselves, for our peace of mind, to think out loud, or to get it off our chests, but our blogs are public aren't they.

We all want an audience.

Whether it is to share our joys, our pains, our suffering, our pleasure, we all want an audience.

We want someone to look at us and know.
We want someone to miss us when we are gone.
We want someone to desire not sex, but sex with us.
We want someone that wants to see my cock, my cunt, my chest, my tits, my cum, my climax.

The Internet gives us unlimited access to pussy, cocks, fucking, sucking, bare flesh, and skin.

But that is "out there", it is them, alien, untouchable, unknowable except to the delusional, and foreign.  it is not "Us", it is not "Me."

We want to know that someone sees us, hears us, know us in all of our wicked sinful, wanton, imperfect ways and still finds us lovable.

We need someone to see our scars, our wounds, our weight, our age, our softness, our sags, our imperfections and still find genuine arousal because they are ours, it is US they are seeing.

You want me to see you on Skype,
I want you to hear me on the phone,
We need to read each other's words,
To know that in this world of disconnection,
that we are seen, heard, felt, loved, needed, missed, noticed.





And yes, I should have said "I love you" the other day.  
I think you wanted to hear it, I know I needed to say it,
but it is still difficult, forgive me.

I wrote this for a friend last month.
I don't know if she read it
But I hope she did, and I hope she understood.



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i needed you tonight
to use
abuse
to fuck and to fight
i needed someone who could take my hits
and know what they really meant
i needed someone who could see aggression as outlet, not violence
and someone who didn't confuse "rough" with "angry."
I needed someone I could pound on for a while
and then hold tight for even longer.
I needed you to wear my bruise
as a badge of honor
not shame
I needed you to mark me back
to own me
to claim me
to show the world,
that the Master can walk at either end of the chain.

TMI - P&P, or We always hurt the ones we love.

Pain and Pleasure

This is one of those topics where, if I tell the truth, the vanilla truth, some of my friends will go, “WTF?  That’s not how you talk to me…”

So, with TMI I try to tell the truth, but only when it’s sexy or funny. Also, you’ll notice that the questions talk about what I like, not what I do.  There is, when others are involved, a vast difference.

1. Which do you enjoy more in bed, pain or pleasure?

Silly question since pain leads to pleasure, so the answer is “Yes”.  The phrase I use more often than I want to is, “You don’t have to be so gentle.”  “BITE”  “PINCH”  “HARDER.  Come on woman, I’m 5’10” and 200 pounds, I’m not going to break.  Let me have it!

2. Do you like being tickled during sex? Where?

I don’t mind being tickled, but what’s the point if I’m not tied to something when it happens.  And we all know that’s not going to happen.

3. Have you ever used feathers during sex?

Last week, my friend WORD shared the following joke:

Sexy is using a feather.
Kinky is using the whole chicken.

Because tickling isn’t really my thing, I’ll have to answer “No.”

4. Do you like to be blindfolded during sex? Why?

OH FUCK YES!  The old cliché that when you cut off one of the sense the other’s get more involved is totally true.  This is also why I like fucking in total darkness.  Shades drawn, door closed, nightlights unplugged, phones off, everything off.  Everything becomes alien, unknown, there are no cues as to what’s going on, everything must be stated, asked for.  It’s a wonderful feeling.

5. Have you ever used cold or heat as part of your sex play? What provided the cold or heat?

I’m hot for her, she’s cold for me.  Does that count?

We/I love the summer heat for sex outside, source, the sun.

And she hates being cold, so we don’t have sex during the winter or in months that have more than 3 Tuesdays.

6. Do you enjoy being spanked, giving spankings, or both?

Smack my cock around and grab my nutsack and I’m a happy guy.  Just show me that you like playing with them.  I’ll be the spanker, but I’ve never seen the attraction in bruises and pain.

7. Do you have a safeword? Have you ever used it?

The ultimate safeword that stops all sexual activity is  “Well, the kids are in bed, what’s on TV?”  We also would have accepted “I do” or “Hello Honey, I’m home.”  The bonus answer is, “Who was that slut on your computer monitor?”  All of these earn full points and sympathy from the judges.

I did have a safe word with a GF in college though we didn’t call it that.  After starting and stopping a serious dry-humping/makeout/mutualmastrubationeverythingbutpenetration session, she stopped me and said, “Listen, if I want you to stop, I’ll tell you.” 

She never did.

Bonus: Tell us in 3-4 sentences the most painful or pleasurable sexual experience you have had.

This is an easy one.  Fall 87 (lesbian girl), or I could go with Spring of 82 (Karen), same story, different girls, more pain, less panic in 87.

Fall of 87, just back from a semester on the East Coast for school.  Ex-roommate calls for a night of bar-hopping, but we only hop one when we run in to an all-girls birthday party that was in its 4^th day.  She was a knock-out and pretty and pretty drunk, kind of.  I was the designated driver (hence the phone call and invitation) and I had been drinking gallons of ice water, free soda, and seltzer.  I was peeing every 15 minutes and it was coming out cold.  She was all over me, the good boy, the driver.  We make out, feel each other up, play tonsil-hockey, I get a hand inside her shirt and then down her pants, and I think she might have cum once while we were dancing.  Skip forward an hour or two as we are all saying good-bye.  I get my sloshed friends into his car (you should only throw-up in your own car) and she’s leaning against my chest stroking my 4-hour erection through my jeans.  I should have just let myself go right there, but I didn’t, and I said good night.

I drop off Glen (tangent friend) and then Scott (Better friend and school chum), and then Jeff, (roommate, confidant, ass wipe, lech, user, but I’m not bitter anymore.)

I drop off Jeff switch back to my own car, and WHAM!  It hits me.  The absolute worst case of blue balls of all time.  I’m driving and have to pull over.  Not only do I have to pee out the last gallon of free designated driver drinks, but my nuts are so engorged and painful that the very thought of orgasm makes me wince.  There was no comfortable position in which to sit.  I stayed hard and every rub of fabric on my cock was like a flame thrower to the skin.  I pulled over, threw-up a little, and prayed to God to let me pee.  Nothing.    Funny Joke God, very funny.  I should have let her stroke me off in the parking lot, but no, I was being good, and now I’m being put through hell.  I found a drug store, bought a $12 bottle of Extra-Strength You Know This Is Going To Hurt medicine and another dreaded soda, and I swallowed them down. 

An idea comes in to my head and I pull the beach blanket from my trunk and put it underneath me on the driver’s seat.  This is in my car now.  This was no time for pride, I was minutes away from some sort of physiological Nagasaki and steps had to be taken.  I roll down the window and let out a scream and power-gulp the remaining drink until my body rebels and let’s loose.  If I drank 2 gallons that night I peed out three right there while driving along Crestline Lane just south of the Circle K by Jeff’s house.  Never before, in the history of peeing has a moment so embarrassing been so welcome.  And thank the heavens for washable slacks and picnic blankets from Mexico.

As an end-note, I was still sore the next day when we met at the park for a picnic.  As she lay out in her bikini on the grass and I sat next to her in my shirt and tie from the office, she told me that she was really drunk and that she was really a lesbian, and that the woman yelling at us from the porch of the club was her Girlfriend.  Yeah, I’d say it was painful.

The other story, and I’ll make it shorter, was at a church youth retreat.  Karen and I ditched the final “Witness meeting” and made out in the quaking aspens.  Ohh, she was so beautiful, the perfect high school blond.  Anyway, 2 hours of heavy petting later I go to the college dorms doubled over in pain.  My roommate is about to call Emergency for appendicitis when an older friend walks in and asks me what I was doing during Witnessing.  He was cool so I told him, and he burst out laughing.  You don’t have appendicitis, you have blue balls.  What an idiot!” he said on his way out.  I had to agree. 

Is that TMI enough?  and, did I go over the limit on the bonus question? 
I kind of lost count.

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday thoughts

I can call these “Monday thoughts” because it is after midnight and I have not gone to bed on Sunday. To be honest, I had been talking to a close friend, hoping for some playtime, when we lost our connection and could not get it back. The nice thing about the evening was that we talked for about a half an hour about relationships, home life, and the mundane things that friends discuss when they have some catching up to do. It did not make me hard, but it made me happy. After the frustration wore off, I spent some time posting to Tumblr. I find myself on Tumblr more than any other website these days. Redtube.com has introduced a new pop-up/pop-under/screen and highly invasive advertising structure that makes it very unpleasant to use. Plus, I don't find myself interested in most of their videos.  All of their amateurs are professionals, all of their professionals are jaded, none of the orgasms look real, and it just reminds me of what I am not getting. YouPorn and others have always paled in comparison so I find myself watching very few videos. (PornHub still does OK)  I’m getting more and more convinced that they are all run by the same company in the background since the pop-up mechanisms look almost the same. Plus they pop-up to “live” streaming sites with some of the most hideously ugly women on the Internet.  FUCK these women look hammered.  If EVER there was an argument against alcohol, credit cards, and internet access being allowed in the same room, this is it. I launched Skype in the vain hope of catching a friend, but that was pointless. I do not hold any ill will, it's just with the time zone difference sometimes I can catch her when I should really be sleeping I do not sleep well when my wife is out of town I don't sleep well because I don't sleep at all. I stay up too late drifting aimlessly hoping to run into friends that also should be asleep. I have to wake up in four hours and 40 min., so I should go to sleep.  But I’m not, I’m writing. It is at this hour that I must guard against myself and bad decisions brought on by exhaustion. I am only up now because I got a nap while watching TV this afternoon. I should have slept last night, but instead was up and, at 2:30 AM, I made a videotape that now sits, waiting to be deleted, discovered, or shared, if I was wise I would go with option one before I fall asleep. It was the kind of thing that sounds like a good idea when you are horny, bored, lonely, and staring the clock like the enemy.  Now it just sits there mocking me, daring me to send it, taunting me that it could be my undoing, and teasing me that she’ll watch it and just laugh. I should be sleeping. And I swear I put paragraphs in there somewhere.

I love a good book

I've seen this clip posted, but never stopped to listen.

It is amazing.  One of the sexiest things I've listened to in a long, long, long time.

Watch her hand at the 4:15 mark.  I loved it.

Have a WONDERFUL Sunday





And, just because this is funny for a Sunday

FFF - On the bus....

257 - Convention

Uhhhmmmm…he didn’t even know where to start.

Yes?  She kept a straight face but was laughing hysterically inside.

Uhh, well, he gulped, uhhhh, why are you all naked?  He was barely able to breath

I’m not naked, she said with a smile, I’m wearing a hat.

Ah, yes, he shifted in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection, yes, yes, indeed, he stammered, you are wearing a hat, but for the most part, he put up his hands, uhm um, yes, you are most definitely wearing a hat, but for the most part, you are, truly, umm, naked. 

I’m also wearing shoes.  She turned to him faced him, smiled openly, and forced him to make eye contact with her.

He tried not to look down, tried so hard, but he wanted to see if she was, in fact, wearing shoes.  His eyes traveled down her body, across her collar bones that caught the sun through the bus window, along the purple flax braided into her summer blond hair, across her shapely and around breasts and downward, he told himself, in search of shoes.

She was, in fact, and most definitely, wearing shoes, simple black pumps, heels stylishly tall, but not ridiculous.  She watched him look at her and slowly moved the notebook from her lap.  She put her hand gently on his shoulder and guided him to his knees.

Why are you on my bus, naked, and so beautiful?  He asked.

We are going to protest the fashion show at the convention center, we’re anti-fur protesters. (257)

Anti-fur?

Yes.  Her knees parted.  We believe the killing of innocent animals is a sin against nature.

He felt his knees scraping the dirty floor of the city bust as they bounced along in the growing heat. His dry cleaner was going to charge him a fortune.  He put his hands on her thighs, they were so soft.

Another voice joined.  The girl with the glasses leaned in close.  People were not meant to kill for their clothes, she said as she undid the buttons on his $120 shirt.

Hat girl undid his tie.  Be careful with that, he heard himself saying, it cost… he stopped talking as two hands slipped inside. The heat increased as Hat spread her legs and pulled him in.  Sweet, salty, sweaty, wet, his knees screamed as the bus hit a pothole but he did not stop.  Glasses undid his belt and he heard the metal tinkle like ice in a glass, suddenly the air of the bus felt cool on oddly bared flesh.

Hat girl shifted her hips and came loudly for her fellow protesters, no shame or reticence clouded her pleasure.

He was pulled off his knees and to the bench by others; all naked, dark, delicious and hungry.  His shoes were gone, then socks, pants, and boxers.  The bench was uncomfortable on his back, but Hat girl’s voice calmed him. 

He gasped as her mouth enveloped him

What about the convention?  The protest?

The women all giggled, Hat Girl stroked him gently, we are anti-fur, but totally pro-meat. (257)

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I know i'm waaaay late getting this up today, but please forgive me.  Today I...

ran 5 miles

showered

dropped of my kids to school

went to the grocery store

ate a pastry and chocolate milk to counteract the running

vacuumed the living room, kitchen, and hallways.

made 48 mini-muffins

shredded 2 pounds of cheese

had sex with my wife

showered again

helped her pack for vacation

helped daughter pack for vacation

picked up kids from school

came home, kissed wife and D1 good-bye for the weekend

got snack for the other kids.  

Now posting.

And, maybe later, i might talk about writing about naked black women on a bus makes this white male writer nervous.  Can I make a Rosa Parks reference?

Right now....

Right now, I mean, right right now, a dear friend of mine is signing off her computer to go fuck her husband.  She's going to wake him up with a blow-job (it's nap time in their time zone I guess) and then "ride him til he cums."  

She wants him to cum in her pussy.

I told her to cum as he ate her out.

None of the details matter, except that she messaged me, we chatted, and she told me she was going to go fuck him.

Holy Fuck that turns me on.   

I love knowing.  

I love that she told me.  

I love that it's happening right now.

Right fucking now.

TMI - Will I regret writing this?

Any Regrets?

Looking back on our lives, we can have a mix of reactions to the things we’ve done. When it comes to sex, our memories can color us with pride, fondness, nostalgia, indifference, or all too often, regret.

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions delve into things that people typically regret later in life. How much do you regret, if at all, any of the following?

When I think of sexual regrets, it is much more than simply picking the wrong person or the right person or the right/wrong time/place whatever.  It brings into question my faith, my beliefs, my upbringing, and eventually, well, now, it makes me question how I raise my kids, how I answer their questions, how I conflict with my wife, and what I tell my 16-year old daughter when she starts dating and liking boys. 

So forgive me if my answers are conflicted, this week’s TMI might really be TMI.  Or, most likely, with only a few minutes to write I will give the funny, sexy, interesting answer instead of the real one.

1. Do you regret how you “lost” your virginity? If yes, why and to whom would you have preferred to have lost it?

I lost my virginity to my wife on my wedding night in a hotel bed we only slept in once.  We had tried in the shower after the reception, but it didn’t work, a great disappointment to her since it was one of her few fantasies.  I think I’ve blogged about this before, but I came in about three thrusts, luckily, she came in two.

Who should I have lost it to?  KS in college.  She was stunningly beautiful, artistic, troubled, funny, wild, and she realized I was still a little boy trapped in a man’s body.  She knew what I wanted, what I needed, I loved her madly, but couldn’t give her what she needed.  There were moments when I stopped myself, when I put limits on what I would do in the name of virginity and marriage and God.  I don’t denigrate any of those ideals, but looking back, I should have loved her more.  She needed me, and I know I needed her.

2. Have you ever lived a moment in your life where you said “Yeah, I’m not going to ever tell anyone about that.” Describe that moment or incident.

Where to start?  Is there a statute of limitations on these stories?

There was the naked circle jerk with 5 teenage boys in the woods.

The time I got Mindy to undress for me, I think we were 12.

The time my brother made my friend and I give him a hand job.

After turning 18 I got a little smarter, but not by much.

I made out with my best friend’s girlfriend, which backfired on everyone.

I dated my boss.  Very bad idea, though now days, I could have filed a harassment suit and paid for college.

3. Do you regret having acted on a sexual impulse? If yes, please describe.

I dated Michelle, the broke up, and then took her out again months later.  She was even more straight-laced than me, but I had discovered boobs by our 2^nd round, and boy did I want hers.  Later she described our date to her little sister, who told my brother, as “date rape” and I always felt bad that she remembered it that way, but worse, that I acted in a way that made her feel that way.  I was an ass at times.

Early on, after just discovering Skype, I had an encounter with a woman who was so obviously messed up that by the end of our time, she was in tears and I was a bit freaked out.  I didn’t find her attractive in any way, I was just fascinated that another human would do that, on camera, for me to watch.  In retrospect she should not have been there, I should not have enabled her, and we should have both called our therapists.

4. Do you regret not having had sex with someone who you could have had sex? If yes, would you do it over and have sex?

Someone I could have had sex with?  Because I always regret not nailing Christy Brinkley in the 80’s and Elle McPhearson in the 90’s…..  But they don’t count.

But, I should have been with KS, KA, and KH.  I had a thing for “K” names I guess. 

KS because we loved each other.

KA because she would have been amazingly good.

KH because she needed me to accept her without condition.

BJ only because she was a prickly little bitch who could have used a good ass fucking, but that sounds pretty “rape-y” so I won’t write that down.

LB so she would have not been so scared on her wedding night (her confession to me many years later).

AB because she was so amazingly hot and, after her divorce, she would have taken me.

And a couple of very special blogger friends that just didn’t workout (yet).

Would I do it differently if I could have?  That’s an impossible question to answer.  If I would have said yes to KS, then I would have had to break with my church upbringing, my faith, my parents might have kicked me out of the house.  Had I slept with KS we would have moved in together as we discussed and everything would have been different.  Same thing with CJ, the connection was deep, instantaneous, and powerful, sex with them would have changed the entire trajectory of my life.  And when you start examining regrets at that level, it’s a deep dark pit you are digging.

5. Do you regret not having asked out or tried to hook up with someone you really liked out of fear of rejection only to later learn that person wanted you, too? If yes, please describe.

Rejection, both actual and feared, has ruled my life, so YES.  I was pretty clueless in high school about who liked me.  At my 10^th class reunion, I introduced my wife (then fiancé) to several old girlfriends, a couple of which described me as the target of their affections back in the day.  I had no idea.  I missed out on so much.

6. Do you regret having done a particular sex act? If yes, please describe.

I made CJ cum again and again over the course of 3 days of making out and dry humping as freshman in college when we first discovered the beauty of a shared orgasm.  She fell in love with me, I did not return the favor.  It got messy after that.

Bonus: Do you regret not having told someone you love them? Romantic, not familial or friendship love.

There are bloggers that I love and who love me, but it seems pointless to say it, to entangle ourselves further when nothing can be done about it.  However, being loved, and loving, is never pointless.  Frustrating, perhaps, but never pointless.

I should have told KS that I loved her, because I truly did.  With all of her flaws, her troubled past, our differences in practically everything, I should have wrapped her up in my arms and told her that I loved her.  Perhaps then I would have had the courage to move forward with her, for what would have been an amazing ride.

OK, I need to stop now.

FFF - It's Back!

Flash Fiction Friday is on again and hosted by Ram the Sunlover


Check out the wonderful picture and join along!!

around and around....

A friend of mine has had great fun on ChatRoullete so the other night, when I couldn't sleep, I gave it a try.  I will say that the internet has perfected the art of instant rejection.  Besides a cute, but way way way way way waaaaay too young girl from Aukland, about 200 people flashed by, including several dicks and their penises, and about 20 women.  The women didn't even pause, NEXT, NEXT, NEXT...

I don't take it personally, but wow, if your self image is even a little skewed, that's a dangerous place to be.  For my beautiful friend, however, she has the pick of the litter. I can see why she likes it.

Kinky Sex - Give me a number!!

Kat, of Prowling with Kat fame, is hosting a monthly Sex Blog Chain, and I, again, am the broken link in this chain.  Maybe not the broken on, I'm the link that falls to the floor when you trip off a piece of chain to length.  i hit the floor with an unruly clank and am kicked under the shelves with the flick of a steel toed boot.

This month's topic is "Kinky Sex".  Maybe i didn't get around to it since i don't have kinky sex at home.  Kink is not her thing.  She likes missionary, doggy, and occasionally 69.

"But Wait!" a friend of mine said, some people think that both 60 and doggy are "kinky."
"True," I said, "But we are horrible arbiters of kink since we like it and now call it normal."

So I leave it to my readers to decide, some of whom put the Marque de Sade to shame, while others are good church-going boys like myself.

Where are you on the scale?

Find the # for the first item you think is "kinky."
Give us a number and a short explanation as to why you landed where you did.

And, let's go easy here, Gay and Lesbian sex are at the bottom just because any coupling can do any of the behaviors listed, and....
YES, we could debate endlessly about the order I chose, and
YES it tells you a lot about me by reading the list,
and NO, you are not my psychiatrist, but analyze me anyway.

GIVE ME A NUMBER!!

Freya pointed out that several fun activities were left off the list. Well, I warned you, and refer you back to the "good church-going boys like myself".  I'm as pure as the driven snow and as clean as a newborn babe, i just happen to have all you perverts as friends.  :-)  Best friends ever!  So all the new entries are in RED.  Are you happier now Freya my friend?

1	Doing it on your wife's friend's bed while they are on vacation?
2	Sensory Deprivation (mask/hood/ear plugs)
3	Fellatio
4	Cunnilingus
5	69
6	Doggie Style (not anal)
7	Reverse Cowgirl
8	Clitoral Toys (vibrators)
9	Penetrative Toys
10	Toys attached to power tools
11	Pregnant Sex (she’s due in Oct and SOOO hot)
12	Bondage
13	Anal with fingers, any position
14	Rimming
15	Anal with penis, any position
16	Facials (cum on her face)
17	Threesomes
18	Moresomes
19	Group Sex
20	Humiliation Games
21	Fetish Play (geez, this list alone will go forever)
22	Dom/Sub interplay
23	Orgasm Denial
24	Latex
25	Forced Orgasm
26	Pain Play
27	Spanking (Hands only)
28	Spanking (Tools included)
29	Wax
30	Ass to Mouth penetration
31	Water Sports (pee)
32	Blood Sport
33	Furrbies  or Furry Fandom
34	Orgiastic     Balloon      Popping  (3 separate links)
35	Gay Sex – How does this rank?  Does it rank differently for gay men or straight?  Is it kinkier to be gay or to be straight who tries to be gay?
36	Lesbian Sex- Is this on the same list? is a bi-sexual woman kinkier than a lesbian? As with men, is the kink in being gay/lesbian or in crossing over when you are straight?

I updated 33 and 34 with some links.



And, I 've just gotten word that FFF will be back next week.