Year's end.

Well it's over. The year that is. It went buy rather quickly for me. It was a productive year in the sense that I have found a career in which I love very much. I'm still very much in love with my fiance, even though she can bug the fuck out of me at times. Our wedding plans are moving along. There is still a lot to finish, but we are on the ball. Now to a brighter side of this blog.

Now, let the retrospective of the Christmas begin!

It was not as bad as I thought it would be. We did head over to my cousin's house for Christmas Eve dinner. There was a ton of food, not to mention the food I made. Not much, just home made carnitas. For those of you who are not of Mexican culture(I'm born and raised in California), it is a pork dish. Mostly braised and slow cooked, with lemon juice, coriander, cummin, onions, garlic....all kinds of good stuff. There was very little to no drama at the house, we mostly keep to ourselves. Sad, but in a way good. There was not finger pointing of sorts. I figured that it was political suicide if someone would to start shit. Luckily no one did.

After dinner, went back to my mother's house. Took a small nap, headed out to Midnight Mass. It was a packed house as always. By the time we got back to my mother's and got to bed it was around 2 am. Earlier that day, my mother brought out a standing rib roast, asked my and my fiance to doctor it up for Christmas night dinner. Boy, did we ever. A little red wine, some onions, garlic, my special BBQ dry rub..........and lots of wood for the smoker.
Come Christmas morning, I got up. Fired up the grill and smoker. Set that rib roast on the rack and let it cook. I smoked that puppy for a good 6 to 7 hours. The meat was melting of the bone! Dam I'm good cook.

I did play Santa for a bit. Went over to see my friend and his little boy, got him a little play set. I bought my baby some much needed panties. Some comfortable everyday's and a little something for me. We talked about trying some anal play. Trying things in stages, hopfuly working up to anal sex......... She said would want to start with some rubbing of her asshole. Just rubbing in a circle. And when she was comfortable, then maybe a finger. So there is some progress in that area. I did get her a new vib. Bought her a Rabbit. We did try it out the day after Christmas. She gave it mixed reviews. I told her that she would have to play with it on her own to get used to it. She is not very keen on having something other than my cock inside her pussy, not a finger.
Anyway......we had some good holiday sex. A post Christmas fuck really. We never did get to role play a part yet. I did send her an e-mail asking her what she would like to do. She replied that they all sounded really hot, and that she was getting wet thinking about them. Inside of picking one right away, she told me that she was going to surprise me with one........now that's what I want to hear. What did she get me...........some coffee mugs........well they are from the movie, "Nightmare Before Christmas", one of my favorite movies, so I can't complain. I'm using one now as I write this.

I think that she is beginning to open her mind up, sexually speaking. I asked her how many times a week she would like to have sex, "Well not as often as you would like, but maybe three times a week." Of course for me......every day is par for this course. Again she mentioned that she would like to try some anal play but was afraid going any further. She was more afraid of the pain and mess it would bring about. I told her that my friends' ex-girlfriend told me that when she started having anal sex, that it took awhile to get used to. So with that news in hand, my fiance agreed to the anal play.
She got mad at me the other day when I told her that I gave it a tug in the shower. "Why didn't you tell me, I would have helped?".....she was busy playing Xbox I told her. She made up for it later with a nice blow job.
Our post Christmas fuck included me giving her a slight tug on her hear, at the base of her head, while I had her on her side. She loves that position. Something about that sideways position get her so hot, wet and tight. With every pump she was moaning and gasping. In that position gets her so tight that I can't last very long. I have to pump her very slow and long, with a flurry of a few quick thrust. She said that she liked me pulling her hair. I asked if it was the combination of the pleasure and pain that she liked? She just kinda smiled, "Yeah, a little bit."

I was reading up on some of your post, and found this one Life of a Nylon Lover . He has a very honest view of what most men really want. I know for myself, I would love to see more women wearing stockings and garterbelts. I know with today's fashions, it is difficult to do so. Just something to keep in mind.

Well, I've rambled long enough. Enjoy and and have a safe new year.

In her room, pt. 2

Julie is caught by surprise. She never imagined kissing her best friend, much less another girl. As Amy's hands move down Julies back and over her ass, she feels her tongue begin to slip past her lips. Julie gaps deeply and savors the soft texture of the tongue. Amy squeezed her butt cheeks and gently pulls their hips closer together. Julie is standing in suspended animation. Frozen by fear, yet locked into the pleasure of the moment that has open an entirely new world to her. She does not struggle to breakout of Amy's kiss, but neither does she reciprocate the passion. They both open their eyes, still embraced. Looking deeply into each others gaze. Amy is the first to break away. Quickly looking down at her feet, she apologizes and begins to adjust the garter belt on Julie's waist. Trying to draw attention away from the few seconds spent in heaven, but what seemed to be a lifetime.

"Uhmmm...yeah....this will fit you just fine. Not to high on your waist, and the straps are short enough to not show under your skirt. Your are going to wear a skirt with this, right?"

Julie has now gone flush and clammy. She is stunned and query about what just happened. Her heart is still trying to catch up with the butterflies in her stomach. With Amy still tinkering with the garter belt, Julie grabs Amy by her petite wrist and stares at her. Amy is as flushed as Julie feels, noticing tiny beads of sweet under her eyes and about her forehead. She places Amy's hand on delicately on her breast. Her nipples engorged to the limit, aching to be touched. The palm of Amy's hand barely brushes across the pink bud, sending an avalanche of shivers down from the nape of the neck, thru her spine to her lightly clad pussy. Radiating out to her breast, her ribs, her hips, even down her legs to her toes. She had never felt like this ever. EVER. The closet she came to this was a rollercoster ride at a park when she was 12. It sent the same shivers to through the same regions of her body. Not even when she saw Michael in his jeans and dress shirts. Amy told her that he had an ass of a god, and with ass like that; she knew that he could pleasure her until she fainted.

They continued to look at each other. Both waiting for the other to, again break away, and segway into another set of actions or reactions.

"Why did you kiss me?" Julie was still holding Amy's wrist. "What do I say now? I'm lost. I don't know what to say. I'm all confused now." Julie moved to the edge of the bed to sit, Amy now holding Juile's arms to support her incase she fell over from the overwhelming amount of emotions. She knelt in front of her, placing her hands on Julies silk covered thighs, rubbing them, enjoying the smooth thin strands of silk.

"I'm sorry, Julie, I just though it would be ok. I just got ahead of my self. With all that we've been talking about tonight. Boys, kissing, touching, and how you want Michael to be your first. It just all got me worked up. And then, not to mention how hot you look in my lingerie. I mean. You look so fucking hot, with all that lace, and barely black silk on your legs. I mean look at you! You're fucking hot!" She crept toward her virginal pussy. The pubic hair as soft a down and scent as sweet as spring flowers. Her hot breath moved towards that fresh pussy. Julie could feel it. The hot breathe. It drove her mad. She could not sit still and began to wiggle about on Amy's bed. Grinding her hips towards Amy. Praying that Amy would slide her hands up her thighs, towards her pussy. She is spreading her legs a bit wider, moving towards that hot breath. Her mind was awash with new imagines, of Michael kissing her and how she let him place his hand over her cotton covered pussy that one night in his truck.

Amy's breath raced as fast as Julie's heart was beating. As for Amy, she had never been this close to another girl. She had never been attracted to other girls, but had seen girls have sex with each other before. She and her ex-boyfriend Alex would watch porn form Alex's stash. She would watch the girls good down on each other and then the guy would fuck one of them doggie style. Alex would try to get Amy and one of her friends to join in a threesome. But it was too much for Amy to think about. She had asked one of her older sisters, Pam, about a threesome, knowing that her sister had many boyfrieds. She told Amy that it was the best feeling in the world. Knowing that two men desired her to the point to share her with another man. Amy ask is she had ever been in a threesome with another girl. To that her sister answered that only a girl knows what another girl wants.
Now Amy had her pussy eaten out by Alex and he was fairly good about it. I mean he did maker her cum. She knew what felt good and how to hard she like to have her clit nibbled on, how far she like a finger inside her, and how to reach for that smooth bump just under there clit from inside her pussy. How it made her feel like she was going to piss her self every time Alex put gentle pressure on it.


Amy placed her lips over Julies mesh covered pussy. The hot breath making Julie's already sopping wet pussy even wetter. Julie thrashed her head back, letting out a gasp of pleasure and she felt the pressure of Amy's mouth. Julie thrust her hips towards Amy's mouth. Begging her to continue. Begging her to unbind her from the thin mesh that stood between Amy's lips and indescribable pleasure that she could only imagine. She didn't care that it was a girl, much less her best friend, or Michael between her legs. At this moment in time, all she wanted was to cum. Cum hard and release the pressure from between her legs. Amy continued to nuzzle between Julies legs. Gently kissing her pussy, nibbling on the mesh panties. As she did, she would occasionally tug on Julie's pussy lips, pulling them as she tugged on the mesh. Each tug, each exhaled breath, each pass of her lips over her pussy, brought Julie closer to her first orgasm that was not created by her grinds her pussy on the edge of the bed. Or humping her favorite teddy bear, not to mention the old fashion way; one finger barely inside her tight pussy.

She moved her hands down to Amy's head, pushing it hard towards her thrusting hips. She was fucking Amy's face like she would fuck her teddy bear, after one of those never ending make-out sessions in Michael's Truck. Her frustration is starting to build, panting, grunting in a primal way, hoping that Amy would shove her tongue inside her pussy. She is fucking her face.
Thrusting.
Grinding.
Crying.
But Amy has a locked into doing what is doing. She knows that it is driving Julie wild. The level of concentration is so intense, that she can not feel the pain of Julie pull on her hair, nor can she hear her silent whimpers and gasps of passion. All she can feel is Julies hips and pussy grind away on her mouth. She shares the same thoughts. She would love to taste Julie. Be the one to release the monster inside her. The one to turn the Madonna into the whore. Be her the one to show her about the pleasures of the flesh. Be her first. She knows that Julie will let Michael fuck her after the dance, but not before Amy shows her how to enjoy the pleasures that Michael will introduce to her. Yanking Amy's head violently off between her legs, Julie summons enough energy to speak.

"Eat my pussy. Please eat it. I want your lips on my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your tongue." The rise and fall of her chest can be seen. She is out of breath, but has the look of determination that is cold, and makes Amy pause. She can not break free of her gaze.

"Are you sure you want to do this? What about Michael? Don't you want him to be your first?"
Amy begins to softly pull the mesh thong to one side, freeing Julies swollen pussy lips. They are pink and wet. She can feel them pulsate, as the side of her thumb strokes each lip covered in the fine little strands of hair on Julies pussy. With each pass draws more and more of Julie's juice towards the outside. Buy doing so, Amy is ensuring that there is enough wetness. Just as Julie begins to feel her dampness begin to flow, Amy breaks thru Julies pussy lips with her middle finger.

A huge gasp of air, as if she was awash at sea emanates from deep inside Julies chest. Her eyes roll back into her head. They widen as she enjoys the pleasure and pain of Amy's finger. It has barely penetrated her lips, but she can not help how sensitive she feels down there.

"Did that hurt?", as her finger reached deeper into that hot, warm pussy. Deeper that Julie had ever thought of going. Amy's finger tip went right for the swollen bud. Her smooth, round and bursting G-spot.

"Does that hurt? Want me to stop?"

"No. No......mmmmmm fuck. More please.........more"

Playing the role of...

I'm on line with friend of mine, asking him what role playing themes he's used before. I think being that I'm off next week, that I get the fiance to play along. I'll even go as far as buying her a new outfit for her. So here are a few he suggested:

1. Salesman and lonely wife
2. Waitress and truckdriver
3. Car Jacking(I kinda like that one)
4. Maid services
5. Home Invasion( we have friends that play that)

Anyone have any suggestions for some other games or you could please help me pick one.

p.s. I have made some small changes to the sidebar. Please take a look.

First day of Winter

....and it is over 70 degrees outside with the surf of over 10 feet. Christmas in Southern California. Yeah..........like I'm going to move out of state.

Face down in Cabo

Well it is that time again...where we have to spend time with our families, whether we like it or not. We choose our friends, not our family, so I just push along. Don't get me wrong; I love my mom, dad (he's ill at the moment), brother and sister. It's the others that tend to live in chaos and drama.

My mother raised the three of us. My parents divorced when I was 15. From that time until the present, it's just been the 4 of us. Thru all the hard times. We all managed to graduate from college and even take graduate courses in our respective areas of study. So to us we have everything and have agreed not to give presents to each other for the past few years. To us, we are each other's gift. We are there for each other. This is something that has not translated well to the rest of the family. They are lost in a world of chaos and drama.

So last night my mom told me that we would be eating at my cousin's house. Here is a guy that had a full ride to a University, straight out of high school, but chose to join the Marines and merry his now ex-wife. Genius Asshole! So now he is raising his kids, because his lazy ass ex-wife can't handle the pressure. CUNT!. I think he is out of work at the moment, and is going back to college, so I give him credit for that. Anyway, the point of all this is that I will need some alcohol to get me thru dinner and onto midnight mass. So I plan on taking my favorite drink with me. Cabo Wabo tequila. Here's how I make my Cabo.

1 double shot of Cabo
1 shot of lime juice
1 shot of Triple Sec
splash of Grapefruit juice
and PowerAde Mountain Blast until the color is a light blue.
Like the tropical ocean off Cabo San Lucas.

Wish us luck. I know that my fiancé will need it as much as I will.

...I'm right here...!

Sorry I haven't been up todate. I've been very busy at work with a ton of overtime. There have been other issues as well, mostly with health of my family and our computer. We seen to have a hijacker that got into our PC. So I'm dealing with that. Let you all know how things work out.

Oooopppppssss!

Happy Hoildays

How much is to much?

Ladies, how much is to much. Have you ever had to deal with a guy that would leave a deposit like Peter North? So much cum that you had to either spit it out or felt it drip out of you.

I think I have done that once or twice over a few years. Is there a secret? Do you just hold out for a while and then unload? Or just have so much foreplay that it just builds up in a short period of time.

Check this out

My Christmas list

I don't have much of a list this year. I had a big one to fill last year looking for a ring and then popping the question last Christmas Eve. So this year I want to wish all my new found friends in bloggerland a safe and happy hoildays.


I do wish for a few things:

3. That I fiance will TRY anal sex....

2. That we build a better relationship as we get closer to our wedding date.

1. That one day we will not have to wish for Peace, it will already be here.

In the news...

I read this in the news the other day and got to thinking if I ever worked for a female boss before. I had and unfortunately she was not all that attractive. She looked like she had a hard life. There where others who where very conservative and older. I did have a lot of hot co-workers and MILF's that I worked along side of. Always got me to thinking about how good they would be in bed. Back to the topic at hand, can a women be sexy and still kick ass in the cooperate world? I think so.
As long as she wore garters, seamed stockings, g-strings, thongs, and gave me a raise every few months..........

Study: Tight Skirt Can Make Female Boss Look Dumb
POSTED: 7:51 am PST November 30, 2005
Although research has shown that physical attractiveness helps people get ahead, there can be too much of a good thing.A study in the latest issue of Psychology of Women Quarterly finds that a sexy self-presentation with high-heels, a tight skirt and a low-cut blouse can hurt a businesswoman's effectiveness.

Men and women were shown a video of a businesswoman discussing her general background and hobbies. The script and actress remained the same, but her dress and job changed.

The sexiness manipulation had no effect on judgments of a receptionist. But a sexy manager was viewed as less competent when compared with a more professionally dressed counterpart, who wore flat shoes, slacks and a turtleneck. Sexy managers evoked hostile emotions and were deemed less intelligent.

Participants rated the woman on her competence, and estimated her GPA and how selective her alma mater was.

"Although various media directed toward women … encourage women to emphasize their sex appeal, our results suggest that women in high status occupations may have to resist this siren call to obtain the respect of their co-workers," the authors concluded.

The study's authors said a female manager whose appearance emphasized her sexiness was viewed with the perception of less competence on a subjective rating scale and less intelligence on an objective scale.