An itch to scratch July 1, 2009
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I hate when these things happen.
I get a thought in my head at the most inopportune time, and then can’t shake it all. It almost becomes borderline OCD for me, and that’s how I’m feeling about now.
Last night I went to bed at a relatively decent hour, after talking to an old college friend on the phone and sipping on a very heavy handed whisky on the rocks (needless to say, I have a slight fog in my head right now). I fell asleep relatively fast, but then awoke pretty widely at about 2:30am.
For the next couple of hours, all I could do was toss and turn and stare blindly at the ceiling. It wasn’t that I was too warm, or couldn’t get comfortable, I just ‘woke up’…and that sux, knowing full well I’m going to pay for it later sometime the next day.
Anyway, here’s comes the thought: Old porn tapes of mine that I owned 10 years ago that were thrown out, and now I can’t get the scenes out of my head. Why this happens, I don’t know, but all of a sudden there’s Randy West and Jenna Jameson in her 1st mainstream porn debut at the nubile age of 19. Yes, before she became a household name, before she was ever married, before the piercing and silicon enhancements….a perfect girl-next-door at age 19 who just likes to fuck. I believe it was ‘Up & Cummers #8′, and then she did a F/F/M follow-up in ‘Up & Cummers #9′ again with Randy West and now I forget the other girls name, but she was already kinda mainstream. What made this so hot was how Jenna was dressed….this tight little late 80’s black skirt/body stocking thing with a zipper down front.
I don’t know how many times I watched that tape over and over again. I’m surprised I didn’t wear that one out. I don’t think I ever really needed to watch the whole scene either, usually the 1st 10 minutes, or more accurately to where Jenna begins to unzip her top is all I needed to bust a nut.
I ‘had’ to throw those tapes away some time back when I was kinda in a relationship. The girl I was with (monogamous) was very self-conscious and didn’t really understand why guys were visual and why I owned these tapes. The thought process was she believed she was all I needed for visual stimuli and got jealous and pretty much game me an ultimatum one day to throw the tapes away, or I wasn’t going to get the ‘real’ thing from her anymore.
So under some duress, self-imposed guilt, a semi-half-hearted belief I was too old for this ‘porn’ nonsense anymore I chucked them. And it only took less than a day to regret that decision.
Now with the advent of Blu-Ray and DVD’s, I’m seriously thinking of re-buying those ‘vintage’ episodes. Yeah, I know it’s not ‘vinatge’ as in classic 70’s porn with very little genital grooming that everyone seems to be going back to, but late 80’s to mid 90’s is classic for me now. So what if fashion is a little dated by 2009 standards? Those scenes of a fresh Jenna Jameson before the fame and drama that became her life are so much better than her current and recent stuff.
The same goes for another starlett who goes by the name of Shane. She had a series of tapes with her then boyfriend and then went on to do her own series “Shane’s World” before she got out of the business, got married and had a family. She was the one that introduced me to ‘gonzo’ porn…the style of no scripts, no sets, no makeup, no stupid jazz riffs…just a camera following her around in her life and her encounters. It was like reality porn before the Internet took off to what it is today, and I’d like to think ushered in the whole genre of 90’s style ‘real’ amateur porn. I’m missing a few tapes of her and her antics as well. There was one in particular called ‘Bustin Loose’, (I think) where she and her girlfriend take a young T.T. Boy to Vegas for his birthday. Of course, it’s scene after scene in various hotel rooms with different girls, and there is one scene in particular where T.T is tied up in a chair, blindfolded, and in his skivvies, where Shane hires one of the cutest Asian escorts in town…and then proceeds to film a very lengthy 40 minutes encounter that includes lap dances, teases de jour, a shower scene, and then culminates into one of the most aggressive hotel bedroom romps ever…..fabulous.
I think I may have to buy these later today for old times sake.
Other than that, I’m just under 2 weeks before April and I and my best friend and his wife go out of town for a weekend. I have so many devious plans in my head on how to just wreck April and make this a memorable 3 day trip. I got a new camera and she’s let me take pictures before. I’m wondering if she’ll let me bring a video camera this time. I’m not even there yet and I’m already picturing her going down on me on the suite couch, or me doing her in the shower, and basically walking around the room nekkid until we need to go out for food or something.
It’s not always a bad thing to be a Minute Man. June 26, 2009
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Oy, I’m a little sluggish today, a bit tired, and aleady thinking about relaxing out by a fire pit in a patio chair staring up at the night time sky and just gel.
Last night I attended a birthday bash for a friend and had a few stiff gin martini’s. By no means do I have a hangover, or got overly torqued, but I didn’t get home and get into bed before 11pm and woke up at 5am. Do the math. So I’m a little lacking on sleep, and like I said the gin made what little sleep I had a bit restless as well.
The worst part about waking up at 5am this morning is that I was just in the middle of a semi-erotic dream and kinda pissed that I never saw it all the way through to the end. In my dream I was following a very fit woman who sat is some kind of liquid. She was complaining she was wet and it smelled, so instead of waiting to change her clothes, she just disrobed in front of me. Now I never saw her from the front at all…no look at her face….just a picture perfect naked bottom, kidndey dimples in the small of the back and all walking a few steps ahead to what I assume was her hotel room (we were in a hotel lobby and walking down a corridor towards rooms). She also had nice dirty-blonde hair about 1/4 way down her back. I kinda figured once we got in the room…well, you know…but I woke up.
The thing is, now it’s 5 am in the morning and I’m as horny as all hell.
I may have dozed back to sleep a bit longer, but it was light, and finally got up at six and made me some coffee. I began to think that I had a standing offer from both April and Becky that I could call either one tonight for a booty call, but that didn’t really help me out at the time. And the fact is, as stupid as this sounds (especially to you guys), I’m already too tired to even think about going home, getting prepped for a date, going out somewhere to spend money on dinner, drink, dancing, etc. No the neighboorhood fire pit sounds 10x better right now and I predict I’ll be in bed early. (BTW: April invited me for a 3 day weekend get-away in a couple of weeks, so I’m sure I’ll have plenty of opportunities to defile her. Vacation sex in strange hotel rooms are always better than your own pad anyway.)
But the fact of the matter is the seed has been planted in my head, and if I don’t take care of myself, it’s going to be one long and uncomfortable day. I mentioned in a previous post that I’m on some medication (nothing serious) and one of the side effects is a ‘delay’ in sexual functionality. Oh, I can get it up no problem….it’s just the finishing part. Hey after 30-40 minutes of straight screwing, I just want to finish. I’m not 19 anymore so I’m not high-fiving my buddies that I can stay up all night. No, a couple of session throughout the night maybe 15-20 minutes each is good for me, but when you hit the 40 minute mark, you’re tired, legs quaking, back aching, sore…it isn’t as much fun anymore.
So I turned on my PC this morning a little early and perused a little free sites. I came across a failry softcore site (FTVgirls.com) and watched a little 20 second ’sampler’ clip in HD. Uh-oh! That’s all the doctor ordered I guess. It must have really been on my mind, because a pretty tame clip of just some boobs and a little batting of the eyes soaked my tissue in about 30 seconds. I felt so much better. Just after that, a hot shower did wonders for my spirits, though I do feel a bit weird that I just admitted to you all I rubbed one out at 6am in the moring in just under 30 seconds.
Now that my day is half over, yeah, sorry April…..Sorry Becky…..a cold beer, a warm fire, and the bullshitting with the neighbors sounds great and perfect right now.
Sexy emails, a blast from the past (part II) June 17, 2009
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Imagine That
Sorry it’s been a week since the last post….busy at work with so many people out as of late, and I’ve had a few complications at the bachelor pad with a few appliances deciding to go on strike this past week and having to make arrangements to get them fixed.
But anyway, lets pick up where we left off. Up to this point SexyBlondeXOXO and I have continued to trade both emails and a few telephone calls at this point. With our work schedules as they are (she’s a flight attendant…on call), it can be difficult to get a hold of each other and arrange a ‘date’.
Sexy #4: Hi Nathan, I’m so sorry I keep missing you. I just got back from the XXXX and got your message. Normally my schedule is great. I’m gone about 7 nights a month, so I’m home a lot. This month however, it’s not like that. I was put back on call for the first time in 6 years. I am on call for the next six days. Then I’m off for the rest of the month. Next month my schedule will return to normal. I’ll get my assignment for tomorrow after 7:00 pm. I’ll email you and let you know what that may be. If it’s a horrible trip. I won’t hesitate to call in sick. Have a great night!!
Commentary: Well apparantly at this point we are still playing tag, and I assume I left her a voice mail message. While she seems to be totally upfront with me, I suppose at this point I can’t help but feel she may be strining me along or getting ‘cold’ feet to meet in person. Hey that happens, and I can imagine women meet a few creepy dudes and begin to wonder if they are getting into something they are having second thoughts about.
Sexy #5: Hi Nathan, I just got my assignment for tomorrow. I leave at 8:00 am and go to Dallas then back to XXXXX. I’ll be home tomorrow night if you’d like to give me a call. Have a great day. – Sexy
Commentary: I think if I was havuing any doubts at this point, and I’m sure I was, this response on her end built some confidence back in me that she was indeed still interested and still planning for a ‘date’. Who knew that a casual encounter, if done right, could be so difficult to arrange?
Sexy #6: Hi Nathan, I just got a call from crew schedule. I’m flying to NY today. It was great talking to you last night. I’m looking forward to meeting you. Here’s the directions to my apartment. (deleted for obvious reasons) Have a great weekend! - XXXXX
Commentary: Again, I can only assume we did speak on the phone the night before and finally firming up an actual time and place we are going to meet. If memory serves me correct, she would be leaving to NY sometime earlier in the week…I’m guessing Tuesday and would be returning by Thursday. I’m pretty positive we may be having our date even that Thursday as I can remember having to go to work the next day….Friday. The only thing that may stop this at this point if she gets held over or lets me know she’s way too tired, but it looks like I have a long 72 hours wait ahead of me.
Sexy #7: Hi Nathan, I got your message late last night. Thanks for calling. I wish I would have been home to talk to you. I called in sick for the rest of the month. I just couldn’t take being on call anymore. Hope you’re having a great day. – XXXX
Commentary: Lol, as I go through these emails, it even kinda seems to me I may be impatient. I obviously called her knowing she was out of town to say something like “I look forward to seeing you later this week.”. I was either feeling very randy or bored, or convincing myself I was trying to seem smooth and attentive. I know I had some motive back then, but it seems to be working.
Nathan #4: Thanks for the update. You gotta tell me what you’re gonna wear. I’m sure it will be something sexy. What should I wear? -N
Commentary: I believe I had received a voicemail from her at this point and she confirmed the date and time I am supposed to meet her. I recall her saying something about a restaraunt by her place within walking distance that we can go and get a drink or two. Thank goodness…if this is going to be our first face to face meet, I may need some liquid courage in case things in person don’t go as well as they seem to be going via our email and phone conversations. No doubt I probably was feeling a bit of relief at this point there was a standby option to occupy our time together and not be so awkward if I just show up at her place to hookup.
Sexy #8: The beach is really casual. You can wear jeans or anything you want. What would you like to wear?
Commentary: Fast forward now to the actual date. If you’re really interested in our encounter, feel free to click on the SexyBlondeXOXO category and read my 3-4 graphic installment of our ‘date’. There was nothing ‘date’ about it unless you consider have a few drinks at the local watering hole foreplay. As soon as we got back to her place, we ripped each others clothes off and fucked at least 3-4 times over the next couple of hours, and I swear I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT NIGHT. And now a bit of the aftermath (i.e. the next day)….
Nathan #5: have two things to say: 1) I am sooooo tired. I got home around 2:30 and got up at 6:15, so I’m on about 3 1/2 hours of sleep. After work I am just going home to take a nap, since I have a two long days ahead of me. 2) I had a fantastic time. I enjoyed your company, the conversation, the bar, and every inch of your body. So much in fact I believe I enjoyed it three times 
Sorry your weren’t there this morning to help me with that 3rd delay I seemed to have last night. De-licious! Anyway, have a great weekend, and I’ll be checking in soon enough! Regards, -Nathan
Commentary: So it was for sure a Thursday night as I did work the next day. I sent her this email as a ‘thank you’ of sorts for everything she did to me, and allowed me to do with her. It’s amazing when you have the right physical chemistry with someone on how many times you can manage to get it up and get your freak on in only a couple of hours.
Sexy #9: I had a great time as well. I’ve been thinking of you and your tongue all morning. I’m really glad we met. I tried to log in to my profile on XXXXX, but I can’t remember my user name. Do you know what it is? Have a great weekend. - XXXXX
A few days have passed and I left her a couple of messages…
Sexy #10: Hi Nathan, I just got your messages and email. I like your email very much. The thought of taking provocative photos with you sounds very exciting. The battery in my cordless phone was dead and I wasn’t aware. I have another phone working right now, so you can call me anytime. I’m flying out Wednesday night and I’ll be back Thursday night. I only have off Friday and Saturday night, then I fly out again Sunday night. I know my schedule is really difficult. I’m sorry I’m so hard to keep track of. I’m going to delete this email address in a few minutes. Please email me at my other address. It’s XXXXXXXXXX (deleted). Hope you’re having a great day. I’ll talk to you soon. -XXXXX.
Commentary: The only thing I remember that leads up to this response is I had recently gotten a new digital camera and all I could think about was not only her perfect body, but the fact she had quite a lingerie collection, and was also pretty uninhibitted in the bedroom. I made the suggestion that she pose for some solo pictures for me, and that maybe we could take some x-rated pictures of ourselves re-enacting a few of the things we did earler. So when she gave me the ‘green’ light, what do you think I did? Believe me I cry a little bit each time I think about this as for the life of me, I don’t know what ever happened to those pictures.
Sexy emails, a blast from the past (part I) June 8, 2009
Posted by Nathan in SexyBlondeXOXO, True Stories.Tags: booty call, date night, SexyBlondeXOXO, swinging, True Stories
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I don’t know what urged me to do an e-mail clean up today, or why I’m such a pack rat when it comes to e-mail in general, but I’m not the best person in keeping my inbox clean and up to date. As a result I have emails saved all the way back from 2001 if you can believe that and my inbox has something like 800+ messages.
So today I decided to start cleaning them up. Many of them are from old subscription sites I may have paid for at one time, the obligatory spam, a few friends….but image my surprise when I came across a trove of saved tidbits from SexyBlondeXOXO from years past.
Taking a brief gander of some of them instantly transported me back to our first few flirtations and subsequent sexual meets that I still rank up there in my top 5. If I really sit and think about it, I even say SexyBlondeXOXO was in my top 3, along side both Bella and Sharyn. It was purely physical, right from the start, but now that I’m a bit older (and hopefully wiser), I’m beginning to wonder if I could have ever taken this purely sexual relationship to the next level and have a meaningful boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with her today.
I’m gonna do something I have never done before, because I figure I can’t really get in trouble since six years have now passed…..I’m gonna share some of our emails with you. Wow…..six years. Everytime I look at the date stamps back in August of 2003 I can’t believe how much time has gone by…..and I do indeed think about her from time to time.
Anyway, without further ado (in some chronological order and commentary):
Nathan # 1: Good afternoon. Thanks for writing me, and I did indeed read your profile. To answer you quick question, that picture was of me in the boat holding the small aligator was when I was in Louisana almost 2 years ago on vacation with my best friend. Went out there for the XXXXXXXXX festival. So, since you wrote me maybe you can give me a starting point where to begin a chat. I’m not that great at ‘ice-breaking’ moments…I prefer to talk to someone as if I already know them…get past that awkward opening moment and move on from there. Anyway, your profile is intriguing, and since you offered a picture, I’d like to take you up on it. Regards, -Nathan
Commentary: I belonged to an adult ’swing’ site at the time and Sexy first wrote me I guess after seeing my profile, so of course I wrote her back once she gave me her real email address. I had a few pictures on there, PG-13, of course, and the one she is referring to is me in a white ribbed tank top, holding a real live baby aligator.
Sexy #1: Hi Nathan, Thanks for writing me back. I’m enclosing a photo. Please let me know if you’re still interested. Thanks, – Sexy.
Commentary: She sent me two photos that day and I still have them. They are both somewhat grainy pictures as I’m sure they were taken sometime prior to 2003. The first is a close-up of her face and chest. Her blue eyes and perfect complexion are just stunning. The picture is cropped in such a way that when I say ‘chest’, it looks like a bikini top with ample cleavage, but her arms and rest of her body are cropped out. The second picture is her standing far from the camera in a crowd. She got these huge sun-glasses on that you can’s see her face and she’s holding a beer. What I do notice is that she has very 90’s style denim jeans on, incredibly tan as her midriff is showing, and she has a very slender waistline. These aren’t the most detailed pictures in the world, but to say I lucked out by her contacting me first (and that she was single) is an understatement of epic proportions!
Nathan #2: XXXX, (like the spelling of that name). What can I say…if I may be as so bold to say (and in
a very flattering way), your pics are smokin’. Very attractive woman, and I’d be silly to say I wasn’t
interested. (Okay, maybe I need to work on taming my confidence and boldness, but hey, life is too short to
dilly dally. OMG, did I just say “Dilly Dally”?). Anyway, on a related note. I did read your profile again to make sure we were on the same page. So at this point I think I brought the ball, but it’s in your court. Tell me how you would like to proceed from here…chat more, talk on phone, meet for coffee or drink…Okay, that last one may be a bit bold, but ya know I was gonna ask next time anyway Tell me what you are interested in? Or you can ask me questions, and I’ll tell you…no holds barred. Look forward to hearing from you again, -Nathan.
Sexy #2: Hi Nathan, To be honest, I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I figure I’ll know when I find it. Are you really into the swinging life style. If you are, have you had a lot of experiences? I think I just put a profile up to see what would happen and to check out the site. However, you caught my eye and I wanted to contact you. As for my profile, some of the answers are not correct. Some of the multiple choice answers I didn’t answer correctly because, a friend of mine is on that site, and I didn’t want him to know I was on there. But, you can ask me anything. I’m a flight attendant and I just flew in from NY and I’m off tomorrow. You can call me if you’d like. I’m off tomorrow. My number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Have a great day! – Sexy
Commentary: Ah, to read my general banter of introductions going back and forth at this point if both a bit funny and humilating. I’m sure back in 2003 I thought I was smooth shit…but reading this now, I may have come across a bit dorky. Her telephone number is no longer in service (I just tried…haha), but she seems pretty forward about her own ‘experimenting’ phases, if you will. At this point I do believe we did start speaking by phone back and forth for a few days before we pick up again via email. She either left me a voice mail message on my cell phone or sent me another email in which I write the following disseration (ugh):
Nathan #3: Good morning XXXXX, You’ll have to let me know which answers of yours are different. Is the man you don’t want to discover you a past boyfriend or someone you dated? Experience: Well I usually am a monogamous type of person and I don’t believe in breaking up marriages or being there to pick up the broken hearts of jilted girlfriends. I’d like to think I’m pretty selective…that is..I am not just out there to do the deed. As nutty as this may sound most guys get a bad rap when it comes to sex…that is the stereotype is that is all we are looking for. On the contrary, anyone can have sex, but respecting the other person, having chemistry with them, actually getting along with them, and being attractive and clean are very important to me. So to answer your question: a little bit of experience, but I am pretty selective (gosh that makes me sound like a snob)..She must have a good head on her shoulders and not be pyschotic (sp?). I’ve been made a few aquaintences, but not all of them have led to bed and I have no regrets about that. You as a person have to know your gut feeling and trust your instincts and know when tosay ‘No’. Anyway, I am a clean person who believes in safe practices…No drugs, I don’t smoke, I do socially drink. Perosnal hygiene and grooming are important as well. Intimate encounters with me are not to be taken lightly: That is to say again, sex is sex, but ecstasy and fun are soo much more. I enjoy long foreplay, massages (giving and receiving), the atmosphere, the lighting, the music,….I like to think my fantasies are akin to a build up very similar to 9 1/2 weeks, or Wild Orchids….erotic. That is a turn on to me. So what am I looking for: A friend without too many attachments to have fun from time to time. No pressures, private (but we can go out in public)…someone to have a few drinks with…dinner at a nice place, maybe a picnic or a drive and maybe a little naughty behavior when we are secluded. I am not a stalker and I am not a guy who calls 10 times a day…maybe a few times a week at most. Wow, that’s pretty much laying it on the line…so hopefully that doesn’t scare you away. I’m just 100% honest upfront about it. Regards, -Nathan.
Commentary: Whoa, that was a mouthfull I put out there. I figure we had talked a few times on the phone and traded a few e-mails at this point….Time to put our money where our mouths are, So I lay it out there and it’s up to her to tell me if she wants to move forward of this is all a bad idea. So I’m very happy when I receive the following response:
Sexy #3: You sound great and looking for the same thing that I’m looking for. I hate pressure. The guy on XXXX that I’m trying to avoid, is a guy I met on XXXX (another site). I’m no longer seeing him, but, I would just rather him not know I’m on there. I’m not normally the type of person who puts an ad on XXXX, so I’d rather no one who knows me know that I’m on there. I got your message a few minutes ago. Sorry, I was out running some errands. I’ll be leaving here again to go to the pool at noon. But, I’ll be home later today. The number I gave you is my home number. I started my own business a few months ago and it rings into my apartment. I’m also a flight attendant for XXXXXX. I can’t remember everything that is wrong on my profile, but here’s a few of the things. I live in XXXXXX, I don’t have a Masters degree, only a BA. I have a sports car, not a SUV. I’m 5′7″ not 5′5″. I never do drugs. My birthday is XXXX 5th, not the 1st. That’s all I can remember right now. Have you ever been to XXXXXX ? I hope you’re having a great day!! Talk to you soon. – Sexy
Commentary: Well, things seem to be moving forward at this point and we are ready to meet in person…
To be continued…..
Necklaces April 29, 2009
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I was listening to an Adam Corolla podcast earlier and the topic of necklaces came up, and what men generally think of them.
In Adam’s style of sarcastic humor, he made the observation that most men don’t give a shit about necklaces. His theory was that women buy necklaces to impress or dress for other women. While men may indeed recognize that necklaces become an obligatory gift from time to time to a woman we want to bed or have a relationship, you’ll generally never hear or catch a man talking to another man about the type of necklace his girlfriend/spouse is wearing. Seriously, in everyday life situations we don’t talk about trendy, earthy necklaces, or dainty gold and silver chains with little pendants or gems on the end. As Adam said, generally, it’s just another item we find ourselves removing from you when we wanna bump uglies.
In this manner, I’ll have to agree. I cannot recall myself ever having any conversation with my guy friends about necklace trends. The only necklaces guys are ever caught talking about with each other is perhaps a ‘pearl necklace’ if you catch my drift. And even that was when I was talking back in my late high-school and college years….the subject of ‘pearl necklaces’ never comes up at the company lunch, or when we’re playing X-box. Maybe on a rare occasion when we’ve had a bit much liquid libations do we wax poetic about the waxing we left on a woman’s neck and chest.
However, the more I began thinking about it, the more I can honestly say I appreciate the right necklace in the right circumstance to accentuate a woman’s sexuality…and it can be a turn on at the right moment.
Necklaces can be downright sexy.
What red-blooded young man has never had the fantasy of a girlfriend showing up at the house at late hours in the evening wearing a only an over-sized coat, only to open it up completely nude and only wearing a necklace. Same thing with my beach bunny fantasies…I’d love to meet an exotic woman at a pristine beach, tanned, bikini clad and wearing some tribal bauble around her neck. And who can deny the allure of a nice choker around the neck of a taut body at a night club. The visualization if that in my head makes me hard.
But again, it must be stated that the right necklace for the right setting is a must. I can’t see the attraction of a delicate silver chain plunging between beautiful breasts if I were playing Survivor out in the jungle. That’s when I want to see that leather, stone, and pewter around your neck. The same thought goes for an elegant evening…..We go out for a very nice dinner, perhaps a very special and romantic event, share some wine or regal beverage, then we get back to our room and I slide that form fitting dress off your shoulder to reveal that very special lacy lingerie, that when a nice real beaded necklace or gold string is appropriate. If we go out to a shit-kicker bar, or have some BBQ, and your all up in your denim jean, then by goodness, I hope you have that choker chain on under that flannel or ribbed tank-top.
Yeah, to see your naked body laying down before me, awaiting me to enter you and ravish your curves, then the accoutrement of the perfect necklace becomes a symbol of mystique and eros will make me want to pound you all the more and in all the right ways.
Silence March 31, 2009
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It’s been a few weeks since I posted here, and it’s not because I haven’t had the itching to do so…
It’s that my mind, my heart, my soul….feels like it has an uber case of ADHD.
Some personal issues and events have transpired over the past few weeks that has really put a damper on my overall mood and my thoughts seem slightly distracted and incoherent.
So much so in fact, that my ideas and stories that I’d like to share just seem tainted somehow. Like my hearts not in it right now, and all that translates to is not being myself and not being adequate functional for anyone who reads my blog.
As a matter of facts, as I write this impromptu post now…it just feels distant to my core….like I’m going through the motions on so many levels. I don’t feel like myself lately, like a perpetual raincloud is hovering just above me, ready to open up any second for an extreme downpour.
I’m not exactly sure I welcome that or not right now….I just need to get past it…and I don’t know if that means a few days, or a few weeks, or even longer right now.
Until then….I’m still alive….I’m just hunkered down in the corner, sipping my whisky in solace, and observing the world around me and wondering if I have a ticket for the next bus.
Dark Bumping February 19, 2009
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Last night was kinda primal…and messy.
I hadn’t seen Becky in quite a while. A lot of times she doesn’t seem to know how her emotions are playing out, that is up from down, if she’s ove her ex or not. It always seems like an ever changing story, and quite frankly her ruminations these days more or less falls on deaf ears.
We talk occassionally, not all that often or too much in depth. More like stealing twitter-esque like sentences every other week. I suppose it’s her way of letting me know she still out there or maybe it’s more like checking up on me and my status. I imagine at some level it’s a game to her, something she tries to justify in her own mind, but I never let on too much.
I received a text message from her earlier in the week. She was out of town on business and fishing for some attention. ‘Hook up Wed?’ Well, perhaps she was fishing and I bit.
I showed up at her apartment late and it even surprised me I was able to muster up the energy to go over on a work night so late. Figuring our time was short I didn’t want to mess around too much with casual niceties and small talk.
I enjoy taking charge once in a while like this.
Without saying much I ushered Becky down the hallway to her bedroom where I pushed her down on the corner of her bed. I didn’t even bother with the lights and I can’t beleive how dark her bedroom actually was.
As she sat upon the corner of her bed, I pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere randomly in the room and did the same with her bra once I unclasped it. I pushed Becky down to lay flat on her back and immediately bent over and placed a rapidly hardening left nipple in my mouth as I cupped her breast in my left hand. As I continued to tease and taste her breast, I was somehow able to manuever her pants off as well into a crumpled heap on the floor.
It was a bit comical to a point, fumbling around in pitch darkness, using only the senses of touch and sound to find our ways about each other. At one point I heard her nightstand drawer open up along with some shuffling of items only to be rewarded with the electric sound of a vibrator waving its way about in the air. At this moment I was standing to the side of her bed, quickly removing my own trousers and briefs.
Becky’s left hand reached out and grazed my right thigh, clearly trying to locate my package. After a few muddled attempts the ring of her thumb and index finger found the base of my semi erect penis whcih continued to grow as she slowly began to work it.
That was my queue to pleasure her down below with my own fingers, and somehow during this blind exchange my own left handed fingers were greated with a tactile buzz as I discovered the tip of her vibrator sliding across her naked clit. How’d she do that? I didn’t hear or feel her take off her panties, and yet somehow she did as my middle finger was greeted with her open wetness.
I slowly buried my middle finger into her as her grip on my own cock settled into a regular rythym. 10, 20, 30 seconds went by and with my sensing she could and wanted to take more, I added a second finger to her hungry folds. To say Becky was wet was an understatment. Within a few minutes of my dexterous fingering it felt as if my whole hand was damp and with the help of her electric friend, I felt her first orgasm as her pubic muscles contracted several times around my digits.
I had an idea on a position I actually saw demonstrated rather tastefully on Nip/Tuck of all places and used this brief moment of Becky’s recovery to find a bath towel in her bathroom.
In the dark, I spread the towel out upon the corner edge of her bed. Call me silly, but between how wet Becky was and what I know I can produce at climax, I thought it might be nice to save the bed from an unsightlly wet spot. Becky had no idea what I was doing, and once I was satisfied, I had her turn over.
She mistakenly assumed a position on all fours, but I wasn’t gonna have her like that. No, this was gonna be new…for both of us. With some gentle guding on my behalf, I positioned her flat on her stomach at a 45 degree angle in relationship to the edges of her bed, and pulled her body down far enough so that her wet vag was facing me at the corners edge.
Reaching for her nightstand myself, I found a small bottle of lube and applied some to my manhood and also found her electric friend and added some to it as well. It may be a bit of work on my part, but with the right stance, I was able to push myself into Becky very deep with each of her legs splayed out on either side of me. She must have been surprised as well, because after a few first thrusts I was encouraged vocally by many “Oh my’s…” and “Yes, I can feel you very deep inside me”.
I figured since I had her BOB in my right hand, a little extra play by me may make the experience even better. As I continued to fuck Becky from behind in my new favorite position, I slowly began to work the tip of vibrator into her ass. Not very far, just aabout an inch or so and turned it on. This proved to be a bit much for her as she said it tickled way to much so I abandoned the vibrator off to the side and using my free arms, bent her legs up so I held each ankle wheel-barrel style as I continued to fuck away.
Not sure if it was the lubrication I applied or Becky was just overly excited this evening, but I’m gald I placed the towel down. Five minutes into my modified doggy plowing, I felt as if my balls were soaking wet. Upon more concentration of my surroundings, the towel felt as if it were drenched all the time Becky asking me not to stop.
At the seven minute mark….and I know this because there was a LED clock in the room….I finally couldn’t take any more and signaled to Becky I was about to come. Sure enough….within seconds of my signal, I was just able to aim my hot fluid into multiple trails leading to her lower back and cheeks. It was intense and I felt as if I was gonna lose balance for a second.
We remained silent for the next few minutes, our labored breathing beginning to return back to normal and I made my way to her vanity to wash up a bit.
By the time I got dressed again Becky was wearing a terricloth robe, smiling a wicked smile as she led me to the door. We both knew it was time for me to go…we both have to work tomorrow/today and just needed to get it out of our systems.
Double Date: Dinner, Dancing, Drinks January 21, 2009
Posted by Nathan in April.Tags: April, date night
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At the last minute Dale called me up to tell me he and his lady were running a tad behind schedule, so instead of me making the trip to their place, just to go on without them and meet them there which was okay by me.
I didn’t get to fancy in my duds, but did dress up a bit for the night out. Sporting a nice printed club shirt (the buttons are dice), jeans, black leather boots, and a spritzing of cologne I made my way over to April’s.
April was also wearing jeans that nicely hugged her hips, a black studded leather belt, and some sort of brown blouse I can’t really find the words for. Not to sound like a fashionista, but it was kinda non-descript. Her hair was done up straight, a little lip gloss, and her own perfume.
We made our way to the restaurant with a bit of small talk, her cell-phone annoyingly going off every few minutes, but I give her credit….she didn’t answer once. That was a nice change of pace, as April is usually stuck into one of these endless and inane texting conversations with on of her girlfriends that are devoid of substance. Overall the drive was nice and neither one of us brought up he earlier shopping spree or what may transpire lately. Instead we listened to my CD’s and talked about Dale always thinks the eateries he chooses are always ‘the bomb’, when in fact they are just pretty average. Same with this one. Dale described as a superb Italian cuisine that really stands out against all the other Italian places in the county.
Er…not so much. It was ‘okay’ at best and April and I smiled to each other in mutual understanding when Dale went on and on about the quality of our meals. His lady looked awesome as well this evening, sporting a nice, long blue denim skirt, a white blouse open enough to show off some silver bling she was wearing. She’s a very nice woman, and I’ll admit….on more than one occasion I have wondered what she is like in bed. She drops hints from time to time about her and Dale’s sex life as innocent banter, but Dale often rolls his eyes and tells me she exaggerates. I remember once, a long time ago she mentioned her and Dale sleep nude because it’s just easier when she gets in the mood, but Dale told me later “Wishful thinking….doesn’t happen like that.” Oooo…Kay, I wasn’t looking for a qualifier statement.
Anyway, after dinner we decided to walk over to a bar that Dale and I used to frequent years ago. He said it had been remodeled as of late and now have dancing. “Sure.”, I said and we all made the few block trek in the cold night air to the bar.
It really was nice inside, much nicer than I ever remembered it being. Much more open inside, cleaner and brighter. The girls had a few f00-foo drinks, and Dale and I had a double shot of whisky with a beer chaser.
The band was really good. A cover band with a very jazz and blues take on many popular songs. I found myself tapping my toes and bobbing my head to the swanky sounds and wishing I was a little bit more buzzed and that my present company enjoyed dancing as much as I do….they don’t.
There was a bachlorette party going on as well, a gaggle of girls letting loose and drinking freely. The bride-to-be was looking a little happy and was surrounded by quite a few of her drunk girlfriends of all ages as they dragged her out to the dance floor to dance the night away.
Then walked in three smoking hot girls, who looked like they just turned 21. The first was a blond wearing a one piece baby-blue party dress who was probably the most conservative of the bunch. The second was a very tall and leggy brunette with tight blue jeans on, white long sleeve sweater, ‘fuck-me’ eye makeup, and a sexy scarve swathed belt wrapped around her waist. Finally, the best for last and both Dale and I noticed her right away and I’m sure our eyes bugged out as did everyone else in the place. There isn’t much to say about her…she was cute like the rest, but it was her top that blew up the joint. It was a backless blouse with such a low plunging neckline up front (think J’Lo from that award show a few years back) that it basically reached her belly button. This allowed for her tits to be basically out in the open as she was clearly wearing no bra and every person in the joint got plenty an eyeful of side boob from all angles. Clearly, short of showing her hard nipples, it left nothing to the imagination, and I was almost straining if I could see double sided tape as I have no clue how she kept her nipples covered.
Of course, being a guy, my libido began to rev up quite a bit and I instantly wished I was 20 something again and came alone. I was picturing tossing this one around all over my house and wondered if her friends were so inclined as well.
But within moments of my own sordid daydream, I brought myself back to reality and reminded myself inside to channel this energy to April later in the evening. It was here April noticed me looking and leaned into my ear…”I suppose you’re looking at her chest?” (Gulp…busted…) “Well, we all are.”, she said and smiled at me. “You ready to take me home soon?” I nodded yes and we began to down our drinks with a bit more aggression.
We must have been at the club for about two hours, and realizing it would take an additional 30-35 minutes to get back to Aprils, we all walked back to our cars, said goodbye to our friends, and went on our way.
As we began to drive back, April placed her hand on my right thigh and inched its way to my package which she gave a slight squeeze which began to stir in response, “I hope you have the energy.”
Oh, I do…I do.
To be continued (the good stuff)
TMI Tuesday: 1-20-09 January 20, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Bella, Karen, Michelle, Random Musings, Sharyn.Tags: Bella, cougar, Karen, masturbation, Michelle, MILF, sex, Sharyn, TMI
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1. Have you ever dated/married purely for money?
No, but sometimes I wish I had. No, in all seriousness, I’ve never been one to look at money as the bottom line on a relationship. But I’d be lying if I didn’t state I’d think it be nice to meet someone who actually was a bit well off. I’m not a pig headed man who thinks it’s a mans obligation to be the bread winner. If I dated a girl who made more than me, I’d be okay with that. Unfortunately it seems my lot in life to meet women who tend to financially struggle.
2. What is your type?
I’m not exactly sure what this question really entails, but I suppose my ‘type’ would be someone who is genuinely hearted, compassionate and empathetic to others. Someone who believes in God and likes animals and children. I like women that are slightly athletic and intelligent. I like a certain degree of spontaneity and adventure. I like a woman who know how to dress for the occassion….meaning jeans and cowboys boots at the rodeo, elegant dress for a ball, provactive clothing at a club, and sexy lingerie in the bedroom. I like girls that are clean, wear the appropriate amount of makeup and exude a level of sexy and confident playfullness without being arrougant and stuck up. A bit on the tall side, tan lines a plus. A passionate kisser and a streak of naughty in them.
3. What is the best sex game you have ever played?
I like a little roll playing on occasion, but if we’re talking actual ‘games’ like board/card games….then I suppose I enjoyed strip poker with Michelle back in the day, some blindfold/trust games with Bella, and some naughty game I played with Karen once where one die had body parts on it, the other was an action verb to perform.
4. Have you ever given or received an orgasm from a person whose last name you did not know?
Yup. On both accounts. Had a few enocunters in college where we never exchanged last names. One was in an alley way I once told you all about. No clue on who she was.
5. Have you ever masturbated in front of a sexual partner?
Oh yeah. I’ve taped myself once for a girl, and she did the same in kind. I had one girl put on a show for me on my bed as I sat in a chair and watched, and yet another asked me to masterbate on her both in the shower and on her bed as she awaited me to cum on naked body. Now that I think about it, I can’t think of a girl who hasn’t done it in front of me that I was with. But each experience and memory is unique in it’s own way. If I’m lucky….I may try and play some of these questions back out in one capacity or another tonight.
Bonus (as in optional):At what age do you think men and women reach their sexual peak? Do you think you have hit yours yet?
I’ve once heard men reach their peak in their late teens, or early 20’s. I don’t think that applies to me, or my male friends. I’ve been feeling pretty sexual for almost 20 years now and I think I’m just as randy today as I was when I was 19…and my friends I’ve known for years are just as horny today too. Hopefully I haven’t hit mine yet….a lot of it depends on the partner and what they can get out of you as well.
On the flip side I hear more and more about women peaking in their 40’s…hence maybe the cougar syndrome and MILF factor. I think women are definetly more in-tune with their bodies beginning in their late 20’s and throughout their 30’s. Looking back, sex with 30-something women was indeed better than my first few girlfriends in my late teens…but it depends on the girl/woman. Bella, Sharyn, Karen were leap years ahead of some other women who were older than them or about the same age. So I don’t think I could really qualify or quantify this premise.
