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Posted:Jul 10, 2012 11:12 am
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I keep coming back and referencing my recent vacation...
One of the great things about it was our ability to communicate freely and completely uncensored. We didn't hide anything. We talked and that was very fun and sexy and often...led to sex...which...is a good pay off.
One conversation we had was based on the question " in your entire sexual life, for me about 25 years give or take a couple, what is the single best 10 minutes you've ever had".
We both thought about it for a while. She told me hers and I told her mine. Which was with an ex, who I loved spending time with. She was nearly the perfect woman in every sense of the word. A much better woman than I can ever wish to be a man. Anyway. She had a really busy schedule. Had a couple of beautiful , neither of which were mine but I adored them.
I went over to her house one night to watch a movie and her 10 year old was having a friend over for indoor camping or something. So, our original agreement was we would never ever have sex when her were home. I was absolutely fine with that. Respected it infact. So...we watched a movie while the played and sex never played into the night. She was a stunning hippie kind of chick that owned a yoga studio. An exquisitely formed body that radiated light and love.
We laid on the floor and kind of just wrapped in the comfort of each other and watched this movie. At some point the 2 boys went to bed. We made out a little during the movie. I loved kissing her. Her long blonde hair needed to be moved so I could kiss her neck. Very innocent.
After the had been in bed about an hour and we had been just playing quietly and softly she did one of my favorite things which was kind of just wiggling her ass into the S-shape of our bodies and reaching up and holding the back of my head while I kissed her. So fucking sexy. Still really innocent though.
I remember her looking around the room and towards her boys door and saying "do you think they're sleeping" I said "probably" and then she said really soft and sweet " will you just fuck me a little bit...just put it in for a little while". I said "no baby...come on...your are here". She looked over her shoulder at me with those beautiful green eyes and said "please baby...please just put it in a little" and she just slid her yoga pants down over her amazing ass and said "just put the head in...please....please baby...just for a minute" She was so very luscious with the side of her hip pointing to the ceiling and her bare ass pressed against me in my cargo shorts. She reached around and started to pull at my belt to unclasp it. I said "baby....don't " but she kept on. Belt undone, she unzipped me without looking and reached inside the waistband of my boxers and wrapped her tiny strong hands around my now raging hard cock and pulled it out and rubbed it on her ass. "Baby...please..." she wimpered. She went perpendicular to make the access. Jesus...she was so flexible. Then she lifted her leg and pointed her foot at the ceiling and flat handed my cock between her lips and just rubbed her juicy with it. She opened her little flannel shirts buttons and fed me one of her nipples of her tiny breast. She loved her nipples sucked on and pulled away from her body for them to just snap back agaist her flesh.
She rubbed me between her lips for a minute and then took her finger put it right on the head of my cock and pushed it inside her. Just the head...like she said. We just "lazy morning fucked" for about 100 strokes and then she shifted onto all fours and looked over her shoulder at me again blew the hair out of her mouth and whispered "do it". What the fuck other option did I have. I could not resist her. I got to my knees, settled back on my feet, cock pointing straight in the air and she just backed right into it and I slid right in. She burried her own face in a pillow to muffle her sound and just gave that pussy to me stroke after deep stroke. Head down, ass up as I fucked her with her hands over her own mouth to keep quiet. Our flesh slapped and made noise and I would have to slop down to be quiet. Then she moved a hand off her mouth and between her legs and worked her own clit while I fucked her from behind. She gripped me at about 3 minutes in and shook under me as I slowed and long stroked it deep in and then almost out and then back in all the way. She had these tiny blonde hairs of peach fuzz on her lower back and they were standing up as she came on my cock. She slumped for like 2 seconds and then turned around and started sucking me. I was slick with her juice and she ate it up. Then....she latched onto the head with her lips and sucked and licked with her tongue. That was it...she had me and I exploded as she sucked ans sucked and took it. Every last drop. Then she turned really fast and dove under the covers and pulled me with her back into our S. We just laid there. Breathing really hard...kinda sweaty...on the floor. Done.
That whole thing last maybe 10 minutes tops. Maybe 5 minutes. It was the sexiest 10 minutes of my life.
What is the sexiest 10 minutes of your life?
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MASTER
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Posted:May 15, 2012 3:23 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2016 7:36 pm
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For me being the Master in a relationship does not have to include humiliations, collars or hanging hooks. I know and get that there are people who love that, need it, in fact. I'm fascinated by it but purely as a voyeur. I can appreciate the dedication.
I feel being the Master is a position of responsibility and I don't take it lightly. I have a responsibility for her safety, security, well being of her mind and body. I am tasked with providing for her in an emotional and sexual way. She wants to escape when she submits. She wants to clear her mind so she can have that release from her stresses. She wants me to steer the ship. I am pleased for do it. In fact, I want and need to do it.
My priority is her satisfaction. Her being able to be free. Her submission is her freedom. Her submission is her power. It's her choice. She chooses to ask me to provide what she needs.
I nourish her.
It's not all about choke collars, doggie style and throat fucking.
It's my job to know when she needs to be cared for. To know that often it needs to be gentle. The hard is not sustainable. That is the release.
Providing a chest to sleep on is as important as knowing how much is too much.
Providing something to crave is my real job. Addicting her to me. My voice, just seeing me, a text causes a reaction inside her.
It's not all about being hard. It's not all about sex. It's about commanding her body. It's about doing for her body. It's about creating sensations to crave.
If I get her completely worked up and have her put me in her mouth and then don't allow her to suck me. To just rest my hardness in her mouth. She needs to suck me. Wants to, more than anything but I make her wait. I force her to wait.
If I have her straddle me and keep me inside her without moving. Just being completely still. Feeling the pulse. Stopping the movement of her hips. Providing correction when she can't control her body. It's a little torturing. It's the control she gives me for her. She knows we will get her there and trusts that her pleasure is my priority.
It's good to be the Master.
Who wants to be Mastered?
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Fricken drunk girl...
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Posted:Apr 19, 2012 1:28 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2017 7:47 am
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We have been flirting for months down at the tavern and last night you were there with your cousin... You were lit...and I mean fucked the fuck up. You told me to take you back to my house and fuck you...so we went... You fell down 3 times on the way...smoked 3 cigarettes on our 4 block trek...and kept asking me if I was going to fuck you.... You must have asked me 20 times how old I was...where I was from...what my parents names were...if I had sisters...
We got back to my house and before we went in I was specific in telling you to be quiet because I have house mates...were you able to translate that into "shut the fuck up"? NOT SO MUCH!!!! We went to my room and you begged and I mean begged me to fuck you. It was pretty dark. But first...you had to pee...of course you did....so after finding your panties off the floor and my shirt I walked you to the bathroom and you slammed into everything along the way...you are one uncoordinated bitch...but you already knew that. You spent about 5 minutes in there...not sure what you were doing...there are no pills or cake in that medicine cabinet....dumbass S
So we went back down to my room and back to what we were doing before...which was basically you talking and babbling and telling me to fuck you...to just bend you over and fuck the shit out of you. Now...I love to fuck...I am really good at it too and you are super hot...I mean really attractive....long hair...nice big real tits...a pretty decent kisser and not a hair on your entire body which is kind of a nice change for South Jersey. You kept telling me that you were fucked up...which...was an understatement. At some point you got a little bent out of shape because I hadn't fucked you yet...try explaining to a hot drunk chick that you are not interested in just sticking your cock into a hot drunk chick for 10 minutes and getting a nut in a rubber. That you want to make her cum a couple of times first and we'll get to the pounding you from behind...your response was "Why....I've never had an orgasm anyway....". Are you fucking kidding me? You can't say that to a guy that prides himself on making a woman cum on a 5:1 ratio to him. So now it was on like Donkey Kong. We are naked...I am working you with every move I have....and you...can not shut the fuck up. While you are talking out of your ass your legs start to shake....and you say "oh my gawd...I just came" No shit Sherlock...if you'll shut up and let me finish what I'm doing you'll cum another half a dozen times and then I'll get mine....NO...yakitity yak...smakkity smak...you can't stop talking for one fucking second. Something about you wanting to please me...or satisfy me...or where is my earring or can I smoke in here...oh yeah...and guess what...you have to pee...AGAIN....fucking-A...really? For real...now? Yeah..."I really have to pee". So we stop...I have great and I mean great wood...because you are pretty fucking hot...and I did just make you cum... We try to find your panties in that dark fucking room...no such luck...and every time I turn the light on you scream that it's too bright...FUCK ME....so you put my shirt back on...again...and I walk you through what must appear to be am Iraqi minefield because you are blowing shit up all along the way. How many fucking times can you walk into that wall....I think you may be brain damaged. Hot...but a few screws loose.
So...this is pee #2 and there is still no fucking cake in that medicine cabinet you imbecile. Back to my room...slam into the same fucking wall...again. Back into bed...and what happens you ask....you pass out... So I am at a crossroads here. Do I say "meh....she told me to fuck her" and just stick my cock in and see what happens...maybe chalk up a symptom or two as a deviant or a '*ist. NO...not me. I only fuck the willing and conscience. So I move your drunk ass over in the bed and crawl in and lay next to you as you snore up a storm. I am just about to fall asleep and you sit up in bed and say "Are you going to fuck me"? You are a fucking lunatic.
At this point I can barely stand listening to you any longer and I say..."ok...get up...it's time for you to go". After some ridiculous back and forth talk...you say "do that thing you did to me before". I ask what thing and you...unlike the 29 or 31 or 27 year old that I think you are...can not even form the words "make me cum". You can't even verbalize it. You can't say it. At this point I am done. You are ridiculous...you are like a little . A retarded little and I don't fuck retards or . It's time for you to get dressed... It's time for you to get the fuck out... Where's your car? I ask...of course...your cousin drove you to the bar....so now after my entire image of you is shot...I've given you what you claim to be your first orgasms of your entire life...and we haven't fucked...I gotta drive you home. OF COURSE I DO!!! But first....you guessed it....you have to pee. Now...post pee...in the car...where do you live? You ask me where you are. It's 4am....South Jersey is littered with cops and you have no idea where you live. We get there....somehow...I think Jesus was carrying us because I only saw one set of footprints... You talked and laughed uncontrollably almost the entire 15 minute drive... I considered just slowing down...opening the door and booting you out in your drive way....but...did I? No... So...it's 4:30am...I am in my driveway...and laughing at what the night was... Next time I see you...I'll give you back your earrings and cigarettes...and even though you are really smokin...I'm not fucking you...
--Ted....
Actually....I probably will
*******this actually happened a couple years ago and I didn't have a blog then...but now I do and I found it on my laptop...so I'm posting it...because I think it's funny****
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Sometimes....
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Posted:Apr 3, 2012 9:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2020 9:04 pm
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Sometimes, actually quite often, I think about lying in your lap on your couch with the TV on in the background. I think maybe you had some comfortable pajama pants on and a tank top. My hand was just sort of resting between your legs and there was just a sliver of skin sticking out from the side of your shirt. It was just above your hip where the shirt might be a little uneven. That little flash of skin is what started it.
That flash and the delicious smell of you. The smell of you combined with your soap and shampoo and conditioner has always done it for me.
My mouth bites the sliver of skin peeking out from your clothing. I just bit it, because I wanted to and then I kissed it because I needed to. You probably said something smart like, "Hey, Whatcha doing"? I probably replied with "nothing" and we went back to whatever it was we were doing.
Maybe a minute later my finger slid inside the waistband of your pajamas and pulled it down to expose slightly more real estate of your body. My mouth covered it and kissed it; I licked it just a little and then let the elastic of the waistband snap back into the more appropriate position. You never flinched; you just let me have it at the pace I wanted it all to unfold.
I kept going back to this area, each time pulling the waist down a little more ultimately exposing your hip and letting my free hand fall between your legs and press against the seam of your pajamas. It's warm. Each time my mouth touches you it requires more and more time to taste your skin.
One time during this process my finger grabs the waistband of your panties as well as your pajamas and I pulled it down exposing your hip and one side of your pubic bone. It required some attention now too. I kissed the front side of you where your torso meets the hip, just to the right side of your deliciousness. You arched up into me and my hand slid between your panties and your now moistened lips.
Those pajamas disappeared somewhere between the kissing of your hip and my nose pushing your panties to the side so I could taste you. The noises you make are the special bonus for me. I love to listen to them. Regardless of whether you are talking, moaning, breathing or giving me instruction.
One of my hands strays up to your chest and brushes across your now hard nipple. I love the feeling of your body responding to me. From the goose bumps on your thigh, the hardening of your nipples, the new depth of your voice, the rate of your breathing and the arching of your back so you can feed me.
As clumsy as sophomores your panties are pushed aside to expose you and the fatness of my tongue splits you from bottom to top. From the wetness of the bottom to the throbbing tip of your popped clit I tasted every bit of you for so long. I could not get enough. The smell of you lingered on my palate and your wetness drenched my beard as I tasted you.
I needed to have more and started to suck on your clit. Maybe I didn't suck it yet but I licked it and flicked it with my tongue and let the width of my tongue slide inside you as your hips pressed to the ceiling. Those fantastic huge muscles in your thighs started to twitch and then to tremble and you let out a gasp and a hard breath. Then you slumped for just a quick second and said "fuck me".
I stripped down and my so hard cock slid inside you. One of my feet was on the floor and the other was who knows where as I slowly slid in and out of you. There was something about that couch that just did it for us. I could feel myself nearing a loss of control and told you. I continued, trying to hold off, knowing I was about to explode. You said "we need a condom". I 100% agreed and I slid out of you. Our clothes were strewn on the floor as we sprinted up the steps to your bed. We put a condom on my ridiculous hard on and you asked me to fuck you again.
I am inside you, face to face, breath to breath, kissing you as I savor the inside of you. Hot and wet and gripping me the way only you can. It was summer and I was probably sweating all over you. That salty sweat that we often made. Not much time later, I whispered to you "baby, I'm going to cum" You said "yeah, cum baby" My body tightened up and that temperature rose while I lost the ability to speak or see for that matter. You wrapped yourself around me and squeezed me inside you and extracted every bit of me within you. I was paralyzed and just laid on top of you for a minute. We pried ourselves apart and I laid there on the bed spent. You said "Oh my Gaaayd" the way you do and we just laid there recovering, not wanting to lose that thing we had just had.
It was so fucking good.
Can you find that again with someone else?
I think you can.
That....is a good question
Do you want to try?
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Not so good...dammit...
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Posted:Oct 23, 2012 6:03 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2014 4:01 pm
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Well...that kinda sucked...
My idea to have a come over, break bread, eat in my kitchen, booze it up with me and some friends was kind of a bust.
I had a fridge full of beer and booze and nobody drank...odd.
I preped all my food, spent a bunch of money on shrimp and fresh food and really delicious pork loin and nobody ate...strange.
My food...was fricken delicious. It was simple, tasty, light, complimented booze really well...was hot and cooked and coming out of the pan perfectly...and still...nobody ate.
I'm not really sure what happened there...
So... I cleaned up...put everything away and announced that we were heading to my little neighborhood bar.
We got there...a bunch of my local peeps were there...
We gathered around the pool table and I played the first game with one of my guests... we drank...had somw fun and then it was done...kind of a let down.
I mean I did get to take my out of town blogger home and...well...you know what we did...we had Sunday Morning Club of course...and as always...she's an incredible piece of booty I love to spend time with...
We had a fun weekend...nothing crazy...we vanilla'ed it up...which she says she has a new affinity for. Just that long and slow sex. Good use of my industrial strength headboard.
We did have a bunch of laughs.
She works her ass off during her week and she seems to sleep the sleep of the dead when she visits. I think it's a combination of things. My bed is fucking ridiculous comfortable. We do have a ton of sex when we're together and we wear each other out. I'm not bragging but I give really good sleep. Maybe she feels comfortable, maybe she doesn't get that kind of time with other people, maybe it's just me and I bored her to sleep.
I do know that I hear women claim that they don't have orgasms in missionary position. I've decided to shatter that myth or at least attempt to with the last couple of women I've been with. I think that face to face, eyes open, watching each other, pushing each other, talking each other through and into that good let go place is really sexy.
I have a couple of tricks and can hit out of left field and surprise my partner once in a while.
I did have a really great weekend with my friend even if the party was kind of a bust...
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PARTY TIME...
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Posted:Oct 14, 2012 4:12 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2014 4:02 pm
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Alright it is real and official... I am inviting you to my party.
It is in South Jersey...send me an email or post on my private blog post and I will get you the information.
It's not going to be a sex party.
I'm cooking.
You will be eating and in my tiny kitchen picking food out of a hot pan.
We'll booze it up a bit...if you booze...if you don't tell me what you'd prefer to drink and I will get it for you.
At some point we will move to my neighborhood bar and hang with my neighborhood peoples. There's more food, obviously more booze, a pool table, Saturday late night there is a bad DJ but he'll play anything you like. It's very friendly and I know everybody.
After that...well...who knows...maybe you'll meet someone you like...maybe we all flop at my place because we're all loaded...Sunday morning Club will be in effect...
There is an out of town ringer blogger who most of you know, love and read her blog going to be in attendance... and if you know her...she can instigate some crazy...
If you wanna come...get in touch with me...and I will get you all my info. It's going to be fun...really light..casual...clothed...and you'll have a full belly and a bunch of laughs with people you can talk to.
Get your ass over here next Saturday October 20th
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Ohhh...damn...
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Posted:Sep 30, 2012 2:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2014 8:07 pm
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Oh...that's a little uncomfortable...
Sunday afternoon...sitting in my little spot...minding my own business...flirting with my bartender that is never gonna let me have sex with her...and in walks in a waaaay former FWB... we maybe had sex 20 times...she's fun, older, really Jersey.
In she walks with her old new dude. She sits down. Orders a drink chats a little bit with him, sees me and bee-lines it over. Oh fuck...
She comes over, I give her a friendly kiss, she sits down and here it comes...the Jersey...10 miles a minute out of her mouth, 10 different subjects and then..."that's my new boyfriend". Awesome...he looks like a nice guy.
"No...he doesn't fuck so good".
"Huh...sorry to hear that...but he's your new full-time guy right"?
"Yeah...." "Will you call me later"?
Whaaat?
"I know...it's just not the same...it's boring...you're not boring"
Ughh....
"Just call me later..."
Today?
"Yeah... later tonight".
No...that's not really my way.
"Please...."
Look...you have my number...I haven't heard from you in like a year...
" I know...just come fuck me tonight at my house".
Ughhhh...well...ughhh
"Just think about it"?
And then she got up...said..."come on"...and walked back to her dude.
Whaaaa
Ughhhh
Whaaa
What am I supposed to do here?
I really am not that guy...
Her dude is giving me the stink eye...like...I just fucked his girlfriend...which I haven't in a long time...
I kind of have plans tonight...not good plans...but plans...
I don't wanna be a dick head... or rude...
I mean I am single...
I don't know...
Sometimes I think the "therapy" can backfire...and some women just want you to be a dick head...
Now...if it was a BDSM kind of deal...I'd be all over it...it's a little easier to separate the kink...from the rest...
I don't know...other than just getting laid...which is certainly always a plus...I don't really wanna...had she walked in by herself...and her dude didn't look like one of the guys from King of the Hill...who owns a dozen shotguns and a bunch more shells for it...I might have even gone...
I think I cottage pass...this time...
Why be greedy ...I have a good prospect for next weekend...I don't just fuck for the numbers...I couldn't care less about the numbers...but...am I doing her a disservice?
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Surprise Birthday party...
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Posted:Sep 30, 2012 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2014 12:36 pm
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I have an interesting week coming up. My best friend is having a 40th birthday party. It's not a surprise, but there will be some people showing up that are unexpected, like his mom. Who wasn't going to be able to make it, a couple of his cousins who he doesn't get to see often but grew up with and another half dozen people. So...that should be fun. I know everybody. We've grown up together...so...weddings, funerals...you know the drill. People never get together enough for the good stuff.
Anyway...my house is going to be the overflow spot. They have a little 3 bedroom rancher with a big basement but I think they have a dozen people spending the night. So I'm happy to supply a sofa to sleep on or give up my bed to a couple and sleep on the sofa myself. My sofa is actually really comfortable. I did have to put some parameters on my generosity. I told them they could pack my house as full as they needed but "No ". Sorry...my place is not made for and neither am I. Of course I got a big sour puss from my buddies wife from that...but...I don't really give a fuck.
There's a Part II to this little party thing as well.
Pay attention it gets a little complicated.
My best friends sister's best friend...got that? Is a couple years older than me. She lost her husband a year ago. He died suddenly of a heart attack. It was a hard thing for her and everybody connected to them. I even liked the guy.
My buddies sister attempted to set us up several years ago, before she got married but...it was complicated and it never happened...shortly after that the friend got married to this guy and she and I remained acquaintances...we crossed paths infrequently over the last 6 years or so a couple/few times. We've always been a bit flirty with each other but she was married...and that is not my way. Of course I would get the low down on what was going on with her from my buddies sister every time I saw her. It turned out that she married this guy and then the sex kind of disappeared, maybe for a health related reason, I try not to ask about issues of E.D. I think maybe they are audibly contagious, and...I don't have any issues in that department...knock wood...no pun intended.
So...a couple weeks a go I get a text from the friend saying she's thinking about coming to the birthday party. I respond to be cordial and say " sweet, let's hang out, get liquored up and make fun of peoples drunk relatives". She said " I'd rather come up and have you fuck me". Well...now...isn't this interesting? So...of course we started talking, texting, emailing and she is pretty fired up. Not that I'm not...she's quite sexy.
She starts giving up the goods about how she hasn't had intercourse in 5 years...stuff about her dead husband, about how she always wondered....you know the drill.
So...she's a great girl. Sexy, interesting, interested but not a relationship type because she lives really far away. But that's not at all what she claims she wants. She wants me to "fuck the dust off of her". She wants to get back in the game. I think, that a good long weekend of sex with someone that is going to treat her properly, not be out for "just the nut" is a really good plan. I mean...it works to my benefit as well.
Of course there's a little hitch...there's always one... she doesn't know what she likes. She's mid 40's, hasn't fucked in 5 years and claims.... her experience's prior were "so-so"... So it's going to be a bit of a clinic. Which...is kind of my thing. I like that. Showing a woman a new experience, a new sensation...devouring her. I'm really good at that. As I've said to people...it's like therapy for them and I'm happy to do my part in getting them "back on the ".
My real goal for her is that...I fuck the bejezuz out of her over the weekend and it raises her confidence level to where she can get back in the game. My fear...is...she attaches...and then is so far away...that it's counter productive for her. Essentially...I don't want her to fall in love with the cock...the first good cock she's had in years. I really think we'll be ok... but...you know how things like this can go? I'm kinda irresistible... but not because of the giant clown cock or super human ability...but because I genuinely love every woman I'm with...I'm just fun to be with...I'm fun to fuck.
So...the last little wrinkle is...we're gonna have to sneak around. Which kind of lends to some fun but hampers long drawn out sessions...I don't like people in my business. I certainly don't like being pressed and questioned by people I know...and nobody knows except she and I. Maybe she will be the overflow to my place and we'll just climb into my bed and stay there for a day or so until someone calls and says "where the fuck are you guys"?
Either way...I think it's going to be fun...going to take some planning...and...I hope to genuinely be able to help this great girl out of her "funk".
Ps 'm considering the remote control vibrator as a little gift for her during the party...just to sort of drive her a little cuckoo...I get the remote of course
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My haircut...
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Posted:Sep 22, 2012 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2014 8:00 am
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I got my haircut today. I'm about a once a month kind of guy. More in the summer, usually about every four weeks or so. The young woman who cuts my hair is a young, sexy single mom and she was super chatty today. Running on and on about how her fiance proposed on Memorial Day... she said yes and then went on to list all the wrong reasons as to why she said yes.
She thinks nobody wants her.
She thinks she's old.
She put this time limit on herself...I must be married by the time I am X years old, for her , she says.
He does not knock her socks off.
They don't have that craving.
Getting married is not going to make that happen.
I told her if you don't race home everyday to spend time with him...he is not the one.
She said "what do I do with the ring"? "I just don't want to be alone".
I think she needs to give him the boot...but it's easy for me to say and harder for her to do. She kept going on about how she liked hanging out with his mom and that he owned his house and that he was a friend to her ...but the passion didn't light up her face. She didn't really care...
I considered asking her out but that is just a can of worms really hard to get back in the can.
She was super flirty.
I actually think at 26 what she really needs are some older girlfriends to set her straight. If I got on that...it would be a big mess...she kind of needs a site like this to wonder around and learn a few things. She doesn't know any better...
And then there's sex... she needs her eyes opened...I think some of the more brilliant women on here should be hosting talks...like real live Q&A sessions...
What about a sex school? With lectures that were fascinating. Guest speakers. Labs. Homework. Study partners. Research partners. Tutoring. That's what she needs a school for life...a support group...she just doesn't know what she doesn't know... right?
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In the neighborhood...
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Posted:Sep 19, 2012 3:46 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2017 7:50 am
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I kinda wanna fuck my neighbor. It would really just be so convenient. She doesn't have a dude. I don't have a girl. She's up late. I'm up late. She's attractive. I have a penis.
Wouldn't it be great to be neighbors with benefits? I mean I hang out on my stoop all the time, she is always working in her yard. We say "hello" all the time.
Wouldn't it be great to be able to make a phone call to your neighbor and say "hey, whatcha doin"? She'd say "not much, watching tv". And if you'd already had some sexy time that was fun you could say "why don't you come over"? Boom...done...simple. Just fun, just sex, just because...right? Who's not down for that?
Hey come over for a beer.
Hey come watch tv.
Hey I'm making diner...you wanna join me?
Hey...it's 3am...we're both still up...come over...
Let's play.
It's such a good idea in theory.
I am telling you I have the best bed. The most comfortable sheets and awesome pillows. Just come over. Let's see what happens. No drama.
No reason for drama.
It's just sex right?
Way better than doing it by yourself...
Come on friends help me make my case...
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Sunday...no Club...
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Posted:Sep 15, 2012 10:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2013 1:36 pm
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It's 1:30 in the morning I just walked in my door.
It's Sunday Morning and there are no Club attendees.
How is that?
I spent at least a couple of hours entertaining a married woman at the bar tonight. Her husband was there and she was all over me. If we had been on a date, she'd have been at Sunday Morning Club right now. I'm sure she was attracted to me. She had her hands all over me, was super flirty, talked non stop and her husband bought me a beer.
What do you do with that?
Everybody knows she's married.
Everybody knows they are a couple.
She was a little tipsy.
But...when the hands are on you and she's attractive and laying it on really thick...do you just say fuck it?
Obviously...I'm home alone...I don't really pull out of my neighborhood bar...it's too close to home. Too many people know me.
Maybe she and her husband have an arrangement.
He didn't seem to mind.
He acted like he was my best friend.
How do you broach that?
What are the questions?
I am not in the habit of fucking married women.
i wasn't going to mess with her while her husband was present...I get it...Swingers, arrangements, all that...but I couldn't pull the trigger
I could maybe see if we were in a swingers club.
i could maybe see if we were alone.
Maybe he doesn't fuck her.
Maybe he lets her fuck other guys.
I'm more curious than I am a home wrecker.
My bartender would never let me get away with that...and they were watching me.
It's not really my thing.
I was tempted though...I considered it...
Now it's 1:47am...where is Sunday Morning?
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