Romantic Sex Addiction

WTF?

2007-02-27T17:26:00.000-08:00

WOW

(incase the video below does not play)

I wonder how many cans of soda can be held in that dispenser?

A very helpful lesson

2007-02-01T14:46:00.000-08:00

What's in a name...?

2007-01-19T13:57:00.000-08:00

What do you like to be called while your having sex?

There are the goto names: "bitch", "slut", "whore" or my all-time goto; "daddy's little fuck toy".

What are the best ones you have heard.

2006-12-29T17:39:00.000-08:00

Happy Holidays

Sorry

2006-11-23T15:22:00.000-08:00

Sorry that I havent been logging in. I've been having trouble getting into Blogger. It keeps dumping me out. A lot has happened. Still no babies, but lots of sex. Songbird has been sick, and was in the hospital for awhile too.

I'll hope to get some posting soon after the holidays.

...So...?

2006-10-03T19:16:00.000-07:00

Well, it's been one crazy month for both Songbird and I. Like I had mentioned before, I've been working a lot of overtime. Bad side of it, not enough time to relax after a 60-70 hour work week and not enough time to spend with Songbird, Good side of it all, is that I get paid and outrageous ammount for my overtime rate, with helps out with bills and put some away for the house fund.

There has been time for the baby making, and as of today, we're still waiting. We took a pee test this afternoon when Songbird came home. No dice, but she said that in a few days if her Aunt Flo does not arrive then she will take another. Good thing, because the sex in the last few weeks has been good. That's when I can muster up enough energy to give her a good pop. I have been going down on her more. So much more that she is now requesting it. She never did before. One night I had her quivering and thrusting her hips into my face that I had to pull the 'ol wishbone move on her. You know, where you have her legs spread wide and as high in the air that it looks like I'm mownning down on a wishbone. Well much to her surprise, that just made her hotter and allowed for my toung to get deeper into her pussy. It didn't take much time before she was crying and moaning, grabbing my head as she came on my face. Lucky me because by that time she was do tired that I had my way with her, drilling her doggie. I pumped her from behind so hard that she was sliding from the edge of the bed to the middle, taking all the sheets with her. Talking about working overtime.

We're Back

2006-09-05T15:27:00.000-07:00

So as the summer winds down, we took some time off to just have a little fun. First I've been very busy at work, lots of orders to fill and lots of people taking time off to send with their families. That only means one thing for me.....MAJOR OVERTIME! I don't mind, especially for what I get paid to work overtime. Not to mention that a portion of that goes toward the "House Fund". We're in the market for a house. I'm sure that prices will start to fall off, hopefuly by then we should have enough saved up to buy a house.

Why a house? Well that leads to my next topic....babies. No, we're not expecting yet, but we sure are trying a lot. I mean a lot. So much that, I'm getting a bit worn out! It a tough task trying to make a baby, but the benefits are good. Especially feeling my hot wad fill up her pussy. It is the best feeling in the world. That point where my thick cock starts to pump inside of her, the feeling of my own hot juice on my head, and how hot and wet her pussy gets after I leave my deposit. There have been a few times that her cream pie started to leak out on the sheets. She gets a little walking to the bathroom to clean up....
We've taking every chance to have sex, even over the couch of a friends house. It was hot!

We went to a party for a friend of mine. She and her husband had just bought a house, so we went a bit earlier that everyone else so we could tour the house. After showing us the upstairs, Songbird and I looked at each other and grinned. She was a little shocked that I suggested bending her over the upstairs bathroom sink to make a deposit. After a few seconds of giggles, she dropped her shorts, pulled her thong off to the side, bent over the vanity and spread her legs. I was only half hard and had to work quick. Last thing we needed was to get caught by other guest who had not yet met. Her pussy was damp but not totally wet, so it took some work to get inside her. Once I was in she fought hard to keep her moans as quiet as she could, and I worked hard at making to much noise as smacking her ass I as pumped her. I all took about a minute to top her off. We washed up best we could and headed back downstairs. We did catch a look from one of the guest. I think the old man was jealous that I was fucking while he was waiting for the keg to get cold. No one else caught on, lucky for us. She did keep squirming at times telling me she could feel my cum drip out of her pussy, onto her thong.
When we got home she took her thong off to show me the wet spot. I just told her that I had to make up for the lost product and had at it again in the shower.
So if I don't update as often just know that I'm having sex.

Still here.....

2006-08-21T19:14:00.000-07:00

...just taking some time off. Lots to write about when I get back.

Cold Ass, Hot Sex?

2006-07-29T09:39:00.000-07:00

I've been wanting to introduce a little anal play to the Songbird with the hopes that she will allow me to enter her other virgin area. I have inserted a finger into her ass while fucking her a few times, but was hoping that some of you would have other ways to tease her backdoor and let all those special nerve endings send her a message and say, "let's take this a step further"

There have been a few times that when she leans over to pick up somthing, I give her pussy a little goose and use my thumb to press her asshole. The other day she was leaning into the car to pull out her bag. Her ass was up in the air, expossing her pussy and asshole. I just reached over and ran my fingers over her pussy and pressed my thumb on her asshole. She didn't object to what I was doing, in fact she giggled and said that it felt good. I asked her what felt better, my fingers running over her pussy or my thumb on her ass hole. To my suprise she said both. This gives me some hope in that she will want to explore some more anal play.

Has any one tried ice cubes on the asshole?

Hany

2006-07-22T02:54:00.000-07:00

The heat out here has been really bad the last few days. It's been so bad that I don't even want to be in it and I love the hot weather. It was so bad last nigh that I bought some beer, sat in my chair and watched a ball game. Well, Songbird can not handle the heat at all, so to ease it up for her I suggested she have a few cold ones with me. After a few beers and a few more innings of baseball, she was to open the door and let in some cool beach air. Fine with me. Only now she want to reach up my shorts and get me hard. It was a difficult thing to sit thru. Baseball and beer, or a hany.......

I guess you decide for yourselves what the out cum was....

and now for a side view

and where my cock ended up after I put the camera away. It was a bold move for her. She is a rather private person. But of course, pump in a few beers into anyone and the walls come down, or in this case her t-shirt. That is a pair of 40 C's your looking at.....

Car wash

2006-07-13T19:11:00.000-07:00

Some of you might have heard of the wildfires out here in So. Cal. It's an annual event to most of us and the news media has a field day with it. Not to worry, we live near the beach, so there is no threat of a fire here...unless the pier should light up. Most of the time the fires out here get started becasue some dumb ass wanted to start it or was fucking around with fireworks or matches. But usually it's due to the heat and lack of water. It's been down right hot out here, especially near the beach. Sunday seemed to be the worst. I love the heat. I could run around in it all day, the hotter the better, and if you add humidity to it....I'm as happy as a pig in shit.

WHY?

Well years of playing sport have kinda worn out my knees, shoulder, ankles, wrist, lower back. You name it, I've broke it, jammed it, sprained it, gashed it, pulled it, so on and so on. The heat and the humidity make things move better.
Not so much with Songbird. She can't stand the heat. She prefers the cold, which kills me. Sunday we went around town, running errans, driving in the heat, sweating our asses off. Me with a smile, she pissing and moaning all the way thru. We stoped off to get the car washed at the gas station. The kind where you pull into and the brushes move about the car. Well I wanted to get Songbirds mind of the heat, so as soon as there was enough soap suds on the windows, I pulled my shorts down and out popped my cock. Naturally I had this planned when I suggested the car wash, I just didn't expect her to go to town as fast as she did.

Mind you she was drinking and Iced Tea, so her mouth was kinda cold, and my cock had been held back by my shorts in 90+ degree heat. She giggled, looked around to see that all the windows where coverd with soap and went down on my cock. The shock of her cold mouth and tounge on my hot cock was too much to take after about a minute or so. By then the the brushed had stopped rolling over the car and the rinse cycle was about to start. She never did finish in the car wash, but lucky for me we live blocks away and continued to the adventure inside. It was warm inside our place she we both stripped naked. She ran out to get a cup of ice water with ice cubes.....you know where this is going.

She took control, using the ice on my balls, on the shaft, on the head, putting it on my chest. I was squrmming like a little virgin on prom night, it was so good. She woked my cock with her cold wet hands too, twisting her hand on my shaft, making the ice cold water run down on to my balls and the sheets. When she finally put her mouth on my cock, it was heaven. To have her cool mouth on my cock was un-fucking-bearable. It wasn't until her mouth started to get warm and her spit was really lubbing my cock that I had to pull the sheets out of my ass. She was down as deep as she could go, one hand on my balls, and her tounge swerling around my head and shaft. It didnt take long for me to warn her that I was going to blow, and when I did, I shot a wad so high that it flew over her head and on to her shoulders. She kept rubbing my head, sending me into convulsions until I had to prey her hand of my dick. I laid there like a dead fish while she want to clean up. All I could think of was that I hope we have another heat wave and that there is ice in the fridge.

Fetish

2006-07-13T09:48:00.000-07:00

Have I mentioned that I have a stocking fetish? I've posted about this before and jut love a women in stocking.

Something about them get me so hard. Songbird has a few pairs and every so often she dons them and love to see my face and cock get big and red.

I've know girls in Jr. High school start to wear them, and even then I would walk around with my books and folder infront of my hard cock. I dated a few girls that would wear stockings on dates and would keep them on for a sex session.

Just having sex is good enough, but when a women has on a pair of hose, sex becomes so much better...for me at least.

Fishnets, bearly black, bearly there, seemed, lace top, silk, sandle foot. I dont care as long as you wear them.

There is a power that you women have over us men when you put them on and tease us with it. We become jelly. We would do anything for you at that point, just as long as you let us fuck you with them on and you wrap your silky legs around us.

I also love to hear stories about women in stockings. Wearing them to work, to school, to prom, to a dinner, to a wedding. I love how you mention that they feel good and make you feel that much sexier.

I'd love to hear about some of your stocking stories.

I love stockings.

HNT(Celeb Style)

2006-07-06T19:07:00.000-07:00

Thought I would make HNT a bit more fun and include some celebs. First out is J.Love.

Something about J. Love is just so innocent and wholesome. You would figure that she never has a dirty sexual thought race thru her pretty little head.

Attitude Adjustment

2006-07-03T09:21:00.000-07:00

There are times when we have a different outlook on life or life around us at the moment. The daily pet peeves that tend to grow into festering issues that make you lash out for a slit second. We are all guilty of this, and we usually take some measures to remedy them. For some it's a drink, for others a smoke or any combination of both. I found out that some times you need a good nasty fuck!

Some times a good nasty, dirty, hard, fast, wordless fuck is what it takes.

The Songbird has been having a hard time at her work. Spineless bosses, co-worker drama and illiterate workers who make more that she does per-hour and can't even read their pay checks. I too had a bit of a difficult week. So here we are, two sorry saps with lots of angest built up and looking for and outlet. After having dinner and a few beers at the local pub, we both just started to feel tense and started to take little swipes at each other. Nothing that resulted in to a fight, but just pointing out each others issues and way to resolve them. That's when I got to thinking.

This isn't about us, it's about everyone around us. Why do we have to let other people bring us down and depress us. Fuck them and fuck you. We've both let these petty issued that people can not address themselves and dumped them on us. So before things get a little out of hand. I formulated a little plan. Once we reached the bedroom, I was going to take charge of the situation and lay down the law...in this case I was going to lay down some good 'ol fashion fucking.

Songbird was starting to change out of her clothes, down to her panties when I came up from behind her and pushed her down over the bed. She protested a bit by asking what I was doing. I paid no attention to her and took out my cock and began to rub it over her nylon covered pussy and butt crack. She quickly got the hint and let me take control of our attitude adjustment. Once my cock was hard, I pushed her down into a doggie position, and pulled her panties to one side. Working the head of my cock over her lips, I made enough precum to start to tease her by just letting my head just past her lips. With in a few seconds she was breathing harder and bucking her ass back towards me. I would stick my cock in every so often to see how wet she was getting. After a few quick dips, she was soaked and hot. I kept this up for a few more minutes, randomly slamming my cock inside her when she least expected it. Each time I did she would pant and gasp. A few times I caught her shuddering after I thrusted a bit to hard. I kept this pace of a few seconds more until I could no longer hold back.

I grad her hips and started to plunge into her harder and faster, the sounds of my balls slapping against her pussy, the sounds of my flesh smacking against her ass, the sounds of her whimpering that soon turned into cries of pleasure. I worked up a sweat that it I was dripping on her panties. That's when she tried to tell me to go faster between her gasps and cries. I tried to pick up the pace when she stated to cry. Cry. She had done this before, where she let out tears. I knew that this would fix her little wagon give her the attitude adjustment she needed. A few more seconds of me pounding her hard, I pulled out and came all over her the back of her panties and even launched a wad up her back.

After that I collapsed along side her, trying to catch my breath, stroking her hair and wiping away her tears. We lay there for a good ten minutes, next to each other, looking at each other, when she finally started to giggle. I asked what was so funny, she said that she could feel my cum soak thur her panties and down the crack of her ass. That just got me hard again and gave it another go. This time it was a slow love making session. Taking my time, slowly sliding my cock out of her still soaked pussy. We kissed and hugged and looked deeply into each others eyes. She would milk my cock, squeezing her pussy every time I plunged deep into her pussy. I started to pump faster and deeper, making her thrust her head back and feel her pussy shudder on my cock. I pulled out to notice that she came on me. Her milky white cum was on my cock and dripping down her pussy. She then told me that she wanted me to cum inside her, with that I slipped my cock back in her pussy. The sounds of wetness and sloppy mess made me cum so quick that I could only give her a few good thrust before I came deep inside her, feeling her pussy milk me once again.

Again we laid next to each other in bliss and having a wonderful outlook on the world in front of us, and slowly falling asleep in each others arms. In deed, the best attitude adjustment in a while. Remember, then the world starts to get you down, just say, "Fuck it"

Quickie

2006-06-13T15:14:00.000-07:00

This is just a quick update. The Songbird and I are approaching one month of marriage!

So far, so good.

We've both have been working a lot of overtime. It's a good thing, being that we paid for most of the wedding. She had help from her parents, as did I from my family. So with all this time working extra hours has cut into our sex life. It's not that bad, but we do wish that we could do a little more fuckin' and a little less worken'.

It just seems that every weekend there is something going on with family and friends, or work. So hopeful this coming weekend we can just sleep in an maybe start making some babies!

FYI I'm going to go thru all of the links on the right side and see which one are no longer with us in the blogging world. I know for sure that Fred and Wilma are no longer with us. What a shame, I loved reading about there swinging parties. Also if your a reader of mine and want me to post your link, just drop me a note in the comment area and I'll get you up on the list.

What would you do if.....

2006-06-01T15:31:00.000-07:00

You are out for a nice stroll in the evening and just happened to glance at one of the house on your walk. Just then you noticed a couple in the window in the middle of some hot, ass pounding, window shaking, hair-pulling, screaming sex!

What would you do?

THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.

2006-05-28T19:59:00.000-07:00

The end of the world is near! The prophecies of are clear! Time has come to an end!

How do I know this? Because Barry FUCKING Bonds just pass George Herman "Babe" Ruth for second on the all-time home run list.

GREAT FUCKING GOD, WHY HAVE YOUR FORSAKEN ME AND MY LOVE FOR THE GAME OF BASEBALL! WHY HAVE YOU ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN. WHY HAVE THE BASEBALL GODS LET ME DOWN.

He stood there, in his usuall arrogant self, and watched the ball clear the right-center field fence. He troted around, in his arrogant swagger, and tried to look humble.

At the post-game press confrence, he tried to sound humble, and simple, and and bask in the thought that there people out there who call him the greatest player ever. WRONG!

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have been in the World Series every fucking year, since his rookie year of 1986? He's only been in one.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you thing that he would have won at least ONE, one, one, 1, UNO, World Series ring. The Giants lost that series to the Angels in 2002.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you thing that he would have more that three years of 40 or more stolen bases. He currently ranks 30th with 506, 900 behind another fuck face, Ricky Henderson with 1,406

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't come closer to Ted Williams single season batting average of .409, set back in 1941. The highest he has hit was .370 in 2002.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have gotten at least one base hit in 57 consecutive games? The record set my Joe DiMaggio with 56 in 1941.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have played in more than 2,632 consecutive game? Why doesn't he ask Cal Ripkin how to do that.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have more than 4,256 base hits? I bet you Pete Rose dose.

The one record that Barry has is that he has passed the "Babe" in the all-time list for home runs.

We all know that Barry took steriods to juice up and hit 73 home runs in 2001, because the following year his numbers fell of to the same level as the year before, which was 49 in 2000 and 46 in 2002.

We all know that ex-teammates hate his ass, and given the opprotunity call him out on this steriod issue, look what has happend to Sammy Sosa. He left the game, nobody wanted to deal with him and the roids he took.

Let me just close with this, and them resume regular sexual programing:

THE BABE DID IT WITH HOT DOGS AND BEER, BARRY DID IT WITH CLASSLESS AMOUNTS OF PEROSNAL GREED AND PILLS. I PRAY TO THE BASEBALL GODS THAT THEY NEVER LET YOU IN TO THE HALL, IF THEY DO, JUST BE READY ON THAT SUNDAY IN AUGUST, IN UPSTATE NEW YORK, IN 2011, THE WORLD WILL GO DARK. HELL WILL FREEZE AND PIGS WILL FLY, AND THE WORLD WILL COME TO AN END.

btw, I bleed blue.

2006-05-28T09:50:00.000-07:00

I was happy to see that my wife, the Songbird went on and posted a little ditty. She claims that she is not much of a writer and is very flat. I asked her how could that be, with all the reports and assignments that we had to write in college. Besides, she already has a degree from another University before she moved here.

In any case, I hope she will post more of her own take of our relationship and our love for each other. It’s good to get a different view to help balance the perspective, especially if it is from a woman. Case in point, I wanted her to write about what we did a few nights ago.
I was catching up on everyone’s readings. I came across a few that caught my eye and got my balls all stirred up. One was Dirty Debbie’s post, “A Furious Fuck”. I had to share this post with Songbird. I let her take a seat while I went about finishing up in the kitchen. I could her giggle and sigh a few times which made me walk back over to her and ask what she was laughing about. There she was, sitting in the chair, squirming around like a schoolgirl who had to go pee. I started laughing, and reached out and gave her tit a little squeeze. “What’s wrong babe?”
She looked up at me and said, “She is so nasty.” She said it with a very big grin on her face which tells me that she love the story and got her wet. The problem was that Aunt Flow was in town and she couldn’t do a thing about it. But I could get off. Knowing that she was getting wet from someone’s post made me hard. So I suggested that she take care of me. She loves playing with my cock and watching may face as I cum. So I brought up an idea.

I know that a lot of people join Beautiful Agony and watch people’s faces as they bring them selves to orgasm. I logged in and went to my favorites and brought up Ms. #353 and Ms. #488. Now the Songbird knows about this site, but never saw a full post, and really didn’t want to watch these girls fuck themselves and look at there faces as they came, but she was game. So we got our selves into position, she took of her PJ top and placed her tits near my cock. I started the videos and she started to jack me off with one hand, and rub my balls with the other. With in minutes she as working my cock in to such a lather that I didn’t even warn her that I was coming. Lucky for her, her tits where in a great position to catch some of my cum, the rest landed on her chest and lower neck.

Now this presented a different problem. She had gotten wetter in the time between reading the post and watching the girls cum as well as me coming. So I did what any husband would do, get a fresh pack of batteries and juice up her favorite vibrator. It wasn’t long before she was panting and moaning and coming. As we fell asleep, she mentioned that she might want to do that again, once Flow has left.

Songbird's first Letter

2006-05-24T19:55:00.000-07:00

He has been bugging me for weeks to write. So, I thought I would give it a go.

We did it.........the boy and I got married. It was such a fun day!!

I remember the look on his face when I came down the aisle towards him. He had the big goofy grin on his face, and it made me goofy too. I thought he would be nervous, but he was so calm, just excited!! The ceremony was great. We had such a fantastic priest, he had all of us laughing, and the ceremony flew by.

The reception was just a huge, loud, crazy party. Everyone was dancing, drinking (not too much), and just having a wonderful time. The band we hired was rockin', and we did a couple of tunes with them. Nobody knew we were planning on that, so everyone was surprised. It was a great moment!! Then, just when it seemed the party had only begun, it was over............How did 4 hours go by SO FAST!?!?!?!?!?!? By the time we got back to our room, we were so exhausted, we crashed out!! OOPS!! Oh Well..........plenty of time for that later............ :)

So, the boy and I are married. We keep looking at each other and saying "We got married!!!" It seems kind of unreal in a way, but it is so great!!

We will have a lot of happy times and a lot of years together. He is the best ever and I love him so much!!!!

Well...WE DID IT!

2006-05-20T05:02:00.000-07:00

WE TOOK THE PLUNGE!
JUMPED THE BROOM!
GOT HITCHED!
MADE IT LEGAL!

WE GOT MARRIED!

It's all over now. The Songbird and I got married and pulled off the best reception ever. It all went by so quickly, that all I could think of was getting the ring on my finger. I'm sure she felt the same. The ceremony went by fairly quick, everyone loved our priest. He makes being in church a lot more relaxing than others do. I think taking pictures took longer than the ceremony. Then off to the reception we went. All we heard was that everyone had a great time. We had about 100 people; family and close friends, co-workers, who just kept telling us what a great ceremony and a great time they were having at the reception. People ate, drank(and didn't get out of hand), danced to the band that we hired...it was great.

So...details? Well, all I could say is this. When I saw Songbird come down the aisle, all I could think about was how lucky I am to call this woman my wife. The night before she stayed at a hotel with her wedding party, and I stayed home alone. It was the longest night of my life knowing that she was not next to me, and here we are about to embark on the biggest day of our lives together, and she is not next to me. Then when I did see her, I just couldn't stop grinning. I'm sure that she felt the same way. I hope that she will post her thoughts about or wedding day. I'm sure that she has a lot more to say than I do. After all, it's all girls think about right.

For us guys, we just want to get the sex. Unfortunately, for us, there was no wedding night pleasures. We were so tired, so run-down, knowing that the following day we would have just as busy a day, that we did not have sex on our wedding night. Don't worry we did later on in the week, coming home from a short honeymoon.

Time to unpack and gear up for our return to our jobs...more details to come later.

Home, pt. 1

2006-05-07T09:04:00.000-07:00

Another story that I'm working on. Perhaps Songbird will help and contribute to the rest of the story. Let's hope so, enjoy.

He waited for her to come home from work. Taking off his clothes, he made himself comfortable on their king sized bed. Looking at his watch, he knew that he had a few minutes to prime his cock by watching porn from his vast collection. I didn't matter what it was, he just needed to get hard and ready. As the watched some fresh young thing getting pounded by two guys, he heard the front door open. She was home earlier that expected. He couldn't wait until she came home, and neither could she. The door closed behind her as she walked towards the sounds of the young video vixen crying out loud, taking a thick cock between her pink lips. She made her way to the bedroom, and with out a word lifted up her skirt, and pulled her panties off. There was a hint of her musk as she flung her panties towards him. He looked at her. Expressionless, pumping his red-hot cock with his precum.
She made her way towards him on the bed, facing him, looking deeply into his eyes, now crawling towards his hand on his cock. All she could think of was how good his cock would feel inside her. How good it would feel to have his cock stretch her wet pussy open, hitting her deep in her pussy. How wet she had become since she hung up the phone after lunch. He told her that he wanted her to ride him, in that long slow way that she does. Her slow grinding of her hips, pressing down every time she rotated her self towards him. How she would slowly lift her self up and down, gliding on him, allowing the head of his cock to rub up against her G-spot. She came close to rubbing one out in the office bathroom, but decided against it, knowing that she would probably make to much noise as she fingered herself. From the time she hung up the phone until she walked in, all she could do was grind her self into her office chair. She could tell how wet she had become, feeling her wet panties on there lips.

Kneeling in front of him, she positioned her self to hover over the head of his cock. It was gleaming with his precum, red and hot. She let her skirt drape over them like a blanket, hiding her hand as she reached beneath her skirt to grab hold of his dick. Gently she took his cock and slid it between her swollen lips, up along her clit, rubbing it slowly, making her self wetter and wetter. She didn't want him insider her until she was ready to cum. His precum kept her clit lubricated. They kept each other’s eyes locked on each other. Her hand began to move faster, making her whimper with pleasure. Her hips rotated slowly, again never allowing his cock to enter her. He lifted his hips up towards her, sliding his shaft past her clit, causing her to gasp and moan.
He started to reach up and unbutton her blouse. Letting it fall off her shoulders, exposing her red satin bra. Sliding his hands under her bar, he cupped both her tits, softly running his fingers over nipples. Her back arched as he squeezed her titis. Her nipples began to harden. She pinched and tugged on them, again making her moan. All these sensations sent a shudder over her whole body. She desperately wanted to lower her self on his cock; it was all she could think of. Her pussy quivered at the thought of how good it would feel to be filled with his red-hot dick. Her hips began to move faster, as he continued to lift his hips up towards her clit and played with her tits. He was playing on her terms and he knew that. She was in control and he loved it. She was the one that need to be fucked like a slut, but still wanted to be treated like a woman. She felt her lips quiver again and moisture began to run down her lips. They both knew that they could not hold out much longer. One of them had to take the next step. Penetrate or be penetrated.

How young it is too young?

2006-05-03T16:34:00.000-07:00

The Songbird and I where discussing the topic of lingerie on the way to purchase her corset for her dress. I asked if she where going to wear stockings under her dress. To my slight disappointment, she said no. She said that she wanted to be as comfortable as possible, and wearing stocking, even thigh highs, would be a bit of a hassle. Besides, she her dress for floor length and really wouldn't need them. She did promise to wear them on our wedding night.

She is not the type that wear stocking of any kind, not even pantyhose on a daily basis, but loves the way they look in a classic, retro sense. She never really would wear them even in school. That's where I went on one of my classic rants on the issue. I have a fetish for stockings. Seamed, thigh highs, garter belts, barely there nude, or barely black. I love the way they look on a woman's leg, I love the way they feel wrapped around my waist. I went told her about these girls I knew in Jr. High school that would wear stocking and garters to school! This wasn't just a rampant rumor; I saw it with my own hormone-engorged eyes!

She turned to me, perplexed, and asked why? Well first off this was back in the early 80's. The Glam Rock era of the time, mixed in with the factor of teen angst and learning about your sexuality. One girl would wear her short mimi leather skirt, exposing her stocking top and garter clasp when she sat down. Another would wear her fishnets that seemed to see better days, as they would often sag below her skirt, flashing the lace top stocking. Songbird then asked what I know seem to be asking. How young is too young to wear that kind of lingerie. Is it just a fashion statement, which I think it was for the time, or did they know the power they had over horny young boys, and probably even the male staff.

What do you think?

2006-04-30T08:30:00.000-07:00

Well, in just a few short weeks, I will become a married man. I say that with excitement and lots of anticipation as to what my life will become with Songbird. I know that I should not have too many expectations as far as how our marriage should be, but more to the point, of how we want to live together. We want children. Neither of us are Spring Chickens, so we’re going to get to work on that right a way. We want to own our own business in the next couple of years. We want to buy a house, but here in California, we’ll be lucky to buy a shoebox.

We’ve lived together since 2002, and over those four years, we’ve both have made lots of adjustments, mainly in the area of respect. This, I believe, is the key to a long, prospers, life with anyone. There will be the occasional “carbuncle” along the way, but as long as you respect each other, there should be no reason why the two of us cannot over come any obstacle. There will be those who will give there armchair advise from time to time, there is not doubt about that. We’ve both have been guilty of dishing dime store psychiatric therapy to friends in exchange for juicy gossip, laughter, but mainly reassurance that we both are better off together; as long as we do not commit the same faux pas as those we counsel for free.

Now, from time to time, we both put our well-educated minds together and decipher our daily challenges to reach the desired out come that we both have pre-agreed upon. Simple right? Not always. First, have to agree upon what it is that we want to achieve. We both look at the grand picture and see how we both benefit from it as a whole. Mind you, before you climb to the top of the mountain, you have to have a plan on how to get down. That is, how doe we get to point B from point A with out stepping ins shit, or as little as possible. Notice that I said to point B first. You have to have a goal in sight. Work you way backwards if you have to. You know that the book ends like this, and that it starts like this, so now fill in the rest and enjoy the ride. What ever is left over is truly the icing on the cake. So what does this have to do with our love life, now that Songbird had glance at my bolg? Everything.

Without the Songbird, there would be very little to write, nor read about. I would generally live a very simple and somewhat sexless life. Perhaps a few more erotic stories would be born of masturbation fantasies, but that would be all. She had approved of my entries into this cyber-log (well she hasn’t read all of them yet), but respects that I only write about our love life. I do not intend to walk off the path of monogamy ever. I know that temptations, should they present themselves, are always present; but I saw what that did to my parents, and to my father. I do not intend to end up like that, and with respect in my pocket, I will, focus on the word, WILL, stay true to the marriage vows. It’s about respect. I respect my world and hers too much to fuck it all up. When all you have to loose is your love, and respect of that person, it’s too much.

I’d had asked Songbird to read of few of everyone else’s blogs. She enjoyed the fact that people have a forum to share thought, experiences, and lend a drop of advice. She even enjoyed some of the pictures that people have posted. Noting that not all of them are as graphic as some of the adult movies that we’ve watched, but teasing enough to create enough interest in reading the post. I know that the Songbird is a rather private person when it comes to matters of the flesh. She tends to have a hard time, unlike myself, discussing what occurs between the sheets with her girlfriends. I guess for some women it is a bit awkward to talk about your husband’s deficiencies or lack of imagination when it comes to…sex. But when you don’t ask for something, you might not get it. It’s good to compare notes, tricks, likes and dislikes. What might work for you, doesn’t always work for someone else. I understand that she doesn’t like to talk about her sexuality, but if it means more personal pleasure, wouldn’t you try? I have to let her explore that issue on her own. I encourage her to try new things, to let her release her inhibitions in a safe environment, such as our bedroom. I enjoy it when she does. When she starts to say things during sex. Like the other day when she left her garter belt and stocking on during sex. Or when I ask her if she is a “dirty girl” or if she is a “sluty little thing”. It just gets me worked up and I just loose myself in the moment and fuck her as hard and as fast as I can.

I want to encourage her to start her own blog where she can post her questions and desires as we all do. I’ve showed her some of the comments that you all have left on my posts. Encouraging comments from people I’ve never met, face to face, but have one common goal in this cyber-world; the fulfillment of self. Feeling good about what you do and how you do it, with out offending anyone, solely for the entertainment value of ones self esteem and pleasure. If that means posting pictures of one’s body, then so be it. This is perhaps the best place to explore areas of your mind, body and soul that you would never expose to the real world. As long as you respect yourself and those around you.

With that said I hope that Songbird understands that I do not want to her to think that posting pictures of her or myself in states of undress or in compromising positions is away to damage her self worth, but rather to express what most of you express. Your inner selves, and respecting that everyone wants to be seen for who they are. I doubt that Songbird will allow me to take faceless photos of her body, and I respect that. I hope she will find the encouragement some day to at least try it.

Shopping

2006-04-25T16:38:00.000-07:00

First of all, that you all for the kind words. It's been a tough few months. I was surprised and happy that the Songbird posted a comment. More on that later.

She called me the other day and told me that I had to go shopping with her when she got home from work.

FUCK! Just what I needed. My feet hurt already and I really just want to sit and do fuck-all.

"Well we have to go to Fredrick's and find a bra for the wedding."

Funny how things change in a matter of a few heart beats. I was a giddy as a kid in...well as giddy as a kid in a lingerie shop. Then this came over the phone; "And if you’re a good boy, I might get a little extra something for later."

Later, later. What about right now, right now.

Needless to say that she didn't quite find what she needed for the wedding, but did pick up a sexy garter belt, which she later modeled for me with some black stockings. Nothing else. Well that was all I needed to get rock hard, and jumped her right there in our bedroom. Somehow she got wet quicker that usual meaning that I needed no help in slipping my red-hot cock inside her. I was one of the best fuck sessions in a long time. I hope that garter belt shows up on our honeymoon.

Eternal Love.

2006-04-20T16:48:00.000-07:00

I found what true, long lasting love was the other day. I finally understand what the true essence of a marriage is about. I saw it. The joy and heartache that comes along with it, and the lasting legacy it leaves behind.

As some of you know that this past December, I lost my father. A few days ago, I lost a dear Aunt. She was my favorite of all my aunts. Kindhearted. Warm. Happy. Caring. Loving and whole heartily genuine. Never did I feel as close to someone other than my own mother, sister and the Songbird, than I did with her. Never did I ever such and outpouring of love than when I was around her. She passed in her sleep at her daughters’ home. They came up from Mexico to visit my cousin and her family for Easter.

My mother told me that when she saw my uncle, he was devastated. He kept saying, “Why did she leave me. How could she have done this? I am supposed to go before her. I loved her so much. She could have survived with out me. I can’t live with out her. She was my whole life”. When I heard that my heart went back to the day I received the news of my father. My uncle loved her so much, that when my mother, cousin and he went to funeral home to make arrangements he took her wedding ring and placed it on his finger. He did not want to leave her side. There is a funny side to this tragedy, like any Shakespearian play. The trouble is in how they where going to transport my aunt’s body back to Mexico. My uncle had already purchased a family plot years ago, so there was a place to for her to rest eternally. The funeral home, which she was at, could not transport her back home. They told my uncle they could only go as far as the U.S. border. My mother asked what else could be done, to which the young lady said, “Well, we could put her in a cardboard box and he can drive her back him self.” She was serious. She was not joking. To which my uncle said (in Spanish)”That’s fine. She could fit in the van. I’m sure that she wouldn’t want to ride with strangers”.

He is a simple man. To this comment I began to laugh, which soon turned to tears for my aunt and uncle. He loved her so much that he was willing to drive her back to Mexico himself. He didn’t want her to ride with strangers. He wanted to make sure that she was still by his side. Granted, he was in a state of shock. The love of his life, the woman he married only after knowing her less than a month. She was gone.

The Songbird came to me after my mother told me of the days events. We sat alone on the patio of my mothers’ house. I recounted to her the events, to which I made her a deal. I would quit smoking, get back to running, and get healthy so I could live a long and loving life with her. I now understand what true love is, and I have it.
I love her so much that I too would say yes to a cardboard box and drive her home with me, so that she could be by my side. We both cried.

So today I’ve decided to share this blog with her so she could see again that there is nothing in this world that means more to me than she does. My heart has gone through so much these past few months, and she had been there every step of the way. I could not have asked for a better partner in life than her. My eternal love.

You Tube.

2006-04-14T06:26:00.000-07:00

I came across this site the other day. Much like photobucket, YouTube lets you post videos insted of pictures.

You know me, I did a search for stockings and found this very sexy set from a women named Monica Corrigan. You never see her face, but do see her legs in some very hot nylons. Give it a peek!

Use soap.

2006-04-07T12:25:00.000-07:00

My mother-in-law-to-be is in town this weekend. You would think that this would put the kibosh on the weekend sex fest. Think again.

After getting up, making coffee, watching the news, Songbird and I decided to take a shower and get the day going. Her mom was already done with hers and enjoying the ocean breeze. Into the shower we go, and into her pussy I plunged. Something about stand-up-shower-sex gets the Songbird's pussy really wet. I never have to use any lube. Just plunge right in.

It was a quickie. Enough to make her pant and whimper a bit before I pulled out and sprayed
her pussy with my cum.

Good thing we have lots of soap...

What's your name little girl?

2006-04-05T16:08:00.000-07:00

What do you like for me to call you? What name do you like to hear come from my soul when I am fucking you. When I'm behind you, driving my cock in and out of your pussy. Grabbing hold of your hips as if my life depended on it, what do you want me to call you?

You like it when I call you a dirty girl?

You like it when I call your a dirty slut?

What about my dirty little slut? Are you my fuck toy? Answer me between your yelps and moans of passion. You like it when I fuck you like a little slut, or like the dirty little whore that is in every women.

Tell me how thick my cock is inside your sluttly little cunt. With every thrust I can feel it getting wetter. Faster. Harder. Deeper. You like that my little dirty slut.

What do you want me to call you?

Lose control

2006-04-02T09:22:00.000-07:00

I want you to put on your garter belts and stockings. Your red push up bra and stand in front of me. Walk over to me, kiss me softly, pushing your aching pussy to me. Can you feel me getting hard. Reach down and rub my cock over my jeans. Get my cock so hard that my precum seps thru my jeans. Can you feel it getting harder? Is your pussy getting wet? I can feel it quiver as I pull you closer to my cock. Open my jeans. Grab me. Hold me. Hold my cock in your hands. Rub my head and squeeze out my precum. Stroke me with my precum. Do you want me inside you? Do you want my cock inside your wet pussy, streching it wide?

Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you from behind. How bad do you want me to pound your pussy. Pounding it hard, fast, deep. Can you hear my balls slapping against your pussy?
Tell me your my dirty girl. Tell me how bad a dirty girl needs to get fucked.

You want me to fuck you like a little slut? Beg me. Beg me to fuck you like a dirty slut. How bad does a dirty slut need to get fucked. Answer me as I pull your hair. I want to her your tell me as your short of breath. You gasp for air as I pound your harder and faster. Does a dirty slut need to have her ass smacked? I think a dirty slut needs to have a finger in her ass as she cums. Gently I stick my thumb in your ass as you cum. Let your self go. Let your body become mine. Give your self to me. Let me take control of you, make you cum, make you shutter, make you my love.

A hole in one.

2006-03-27T15:24:00.000-08:00

The Songbird's aunt Flo is in town this week. Not a big deal, being that she is willing to go down on me when her week comes around. I am at fault for this one though. Sunday we spend the day just farting around town. The one weekend where we didn't have to run errans for the wedding(My suit is still not ready). So we went down to the local swap meet, walked around, went to lunch, and drove back along the coast. I was a nice day, so I had on a pair of shorts. Of course I take advantage of this and pull my cock out from the leg side of my shorts so she can see it. She starts to laugh and begains to rub it. She has a way of getting under the head, right at the "A" spot that makes me just shiver. For the next 20 minuets she keeps rubbing my cock, getting me hard, using my precum to lube me up. I asked her is she was getting horny, to which she giggled, said that it was a little bit. Then the bomb. Flo was in town as of Saturday, so that nixed that deal.

She more than made up for it right as I was getting in bed. Now I've been horny all day, I know that I have a lot of cum built up and I'm going to blast a huge wad on her face. She on the other hand had a different idea. She insted aimmed for my bellybutton and made it. Like as if my cock, cum and bellybutton was some sort of fairgound game. We both laughed about it, and indeed it was a lot. I took a good 10 minuets trying to get it all out. She said it was her new game. Everytime she lands it in my belly button, she gets to be eaten out for 20 minuets.

I like this game.

What's your take....

2006-03-25T15:14:00.000-08:00

I was catching up on some of favorite reads and began to ponder what "Nylon Lover" had to say a while back. Why is that that women don't wear nylons as often as they used to?

I do have a strong nylon/stocking fetish. Th image of a great toned legs under the bearly there material of nylon or silk....I'm getting hard just thinking about it.

Anyway, drop by and post a comment on this topic please.

I smell sex

2006-03-24T17:18:00.000-08:00

Science has proven that the sense of smell can trigger a flood of memories. The smell of freshly cut grass in early spring reminds me of my days of playing baseball. Coconut suntan lotion brings back a range of emotions from my first love to the first time I went to a strip club and a strange pair of 36D’s where slapping my face.
So my question is this; what smell to you associate with sex.

For me it would be vanilla. Any sent of vanilla: candles, bath lotions, lip balm, carpet freshener. But most of all, vanilla sented shammpo. Why? well becasue of Brenda. One of the best blow jobs I had ever had was from this girl that I breifly knew from my first tour of college(I've was on the 15 year plan). We had a Poli Sci class together and would often study for. We went out for a few months, but never got to cosumate the relationship. The closet I got was a the blow job in the back of her red VW bug. Her lips where so soft and smooth, that ever time she slid down my shaft, I quivered and had to hold back from blowing my wad. I do remember that her hair as was soft. Brown, curly and the sent of vanilla. The combination of that scent, and her lips and tiny hands on my thick cock is enough to make me want to blow now! I did get the money shot off on her tits. The best part was that she tried to clean up my mark and left a bit on her blouse. When we went back to campus, I pointed out to the cum stain on her chest. Her eyes got big and she whisppered," I want every one to know what I just did to you."

What a nice girl.

So, what scent reminds you of sex?

A formal introduction

2006-03-15T16:37:00.000-08:00

I suppose I should give my fiaence a code name, other than the one's I been using here. So let me intrduce to you, "Songbird"

A name that fits her well. She is a singer and a music lover. I find it only fitting.

One for the ages.....

2006-03-12T20:15:00.000-08:00

Records are made to be broken. There is Joe DiMaggio’s 56 game hitting streak. Ted Williams’ .406 season high batting average. Then there is making my fiancé cum 10 times in one session.

Not that I want a medal or anything, I sure a lot of you have had a night like that, but this added a whole new dimension to our sex life. All it took was a little alone time and a new DVD. After three weeks of no physical action, we finally decided to make the time to fuck. There where some unusual interruptions from our roommate, or as we call her “our daughter”, which made our Sunday morning session awash. So off to plan "B"
We set off about town and ran our wedding errands and came back home to find it empty.

Ok, on to business…..not so fast. We where ready, naked, toys out on the bed, DVD in and ready to play when I heard the front door open. Sure as shit, here she comes. Her usual moody self, and off to her room she goes. FUCK ALMIGHT!
So now we wait for about an hour until she gets herself out of her room, into her bathroom, showered and off to work. Now I’m sure you are asking, “Well why didn’t you close the door?” I don’t know?

I had bought a few more of Nina Hartley’s guide to DVD’s. One was on advanced oral, masturbation and G-spot sex. I have assured her that she could have a G-spot orgasm if she would only relax a bit and find it herself. I put that disc in and off we when. It was simple and not very well acted, but the information and the way Nina explains the subject makes my fiancé very comfortable. It has it’s hard core moments during the “demonstration” sections, but we hardly ever get that far. About 10 minutes into the DVD, she tells me that she wants me to rub her pussy. I insist that it would be best that she do it herself, being that this is a DVD about the G-spot. With out missing a beat, she reaches for her green worm vib and starts to rub it on her clit, as Nina is eating some young things’ pussy. I guess all that moaning and squirming started to get her all worked up that she needed it to. She was able to make her self cum twice, watching that girl getting a tongue bath from Nina.

Well now comes the good stuff. She tells me in short gasp that she wants my cock. I tell her instead that perhaps I should help her find her G-spot. Now, she knows where it’s at when I’m fucking her doggie or sideways. I can some times feel it if she is wet and hot enough. This time she is on her back, legs as wide as she can get them and I insert my middle finger in. It is very hot and wet in and I turn my hand, palm side up and start to curl my finger. I must have gone in a little to deep at first, thinking that it must be further inside. Here is where communication is so important. She tells me that it hurts a bit and to try it a little more towards the opening of her lips. Sure as shit, there it is. Soft, slick, and getting bigger. I just apply a small amount of pressure and I hear her let out a BIG moan. Her eyes shut tight and her back arches a bit. I fell like Indiana Fuck Jones! I have found her “Holy Shit” spot and off to the races we go.

For the next 25 minuets she proceeds to cum on my finger while using her vibe on her clit. They where short and strong she told me. One right after another. When she reached 5(including the first two) I told her that she had just broken her record. He went off and had one more when she tells me that she has to pee. Yup, her G-spot is working and life is good. She seems to think that she is not capable of squirting. I tell her that she could if she would let her self go and not worry about the mess. It didn’t help much, because off she goes to piss. When she does come back, I tell her that this time if she feels the need to piss to just let it go. I reach into the toy draw of her dresser and pull out a latex glove. I get it lubed up and pick-up where we left off. The next three are quicker that than the last three. One right after another, short and strong, causing her to hold her breath, arch her hips and back, and chant out her mantra, “Holy Shit”. The last two orgasms took a bit longer to get to, being that I was just using my finger this time. I made sure that I used enough pressure to not over stimulate her and to listen to her reactions. She did say that the last one made her feel like she had to piss again, and tried to let it go. The sad result was that nothing squired out. Better luck next time I guess.

Now I was all worked up and hard that I did not last more that 5 minuets inside her pussy. After making her cum so many times that she was sopping wet and hot, that I must have pumped her about 10-15 times that I had to cum. Lucky for her she was on her side, making it easy for me to hit her spot again, and when I pulled out, I thought that I was just going to cover her ass with my wad. Not quite. What did end up on her ass as about one-sixteenth the amount that shot past her head, on to her pillow with canon like power! I even amazed myself. I have never shot a wad that big or that hard in my life. Not even the first time I had sex(well I really couldn’t tell being that I came insider her).

After we cleaned up and started dinner, she told me that she was still wet and could feel some of her cum dripping out. That only made me hard again and took her back to the bedroom for a quickie. I guess we made up for lost time.

Reduex

2006-02-27T14:40:00.000-08:00

I posted this last year. It was meant to be a tag, but now that I have a few regular readers, I though of revisiting this question.

Do you remember the first time you bought lingerie for the purpose of seduction. What was it, your age at the time and what was the out come of the event.

What was the first scenario that you masturbated to and at what age. Also, do you still use that same scenario to this day.

The first time you knew what sex was and if there was an immediate connection between that and your body. Did you feel your self wanting to know more or where scared to go beyond for fear of some consequences from your parents or questions of morality.

How did you learn to masturbate? Did you stumble across it in the shower or, did some one mention the act to you told you how good it felt.

Latest

2006-02-24T15:07:00.000-08:00

Well, not much to report on the home front. My wife-to-be decided to stop taking her birth control pills a few weeks ago, and now after almost four years of hormones, her body is taking it’s time getting back to normal. For you women out there who read my blog know what comes next; mood swings! Luck for me they have not been really bad. She has been feisty and crabby. Of course the blotting, cramps, and increased appetite have been a bit of a bear to deal with. Lots of chocolate cake seems to help sooth that beast that arrives home after work. I keep telling her that she needs more than cake. What she needs is a good stiff fuck to keep that mood swing in check. That remedy has yet to be administered, but hopefully this weekend I’ll give her that dose of dick…..

I have not totally been deprived of my needs. I spend this past Presidents Holiday(US) honoring our past US President…not the one in office now, but Mr. Clinton. I was treated to a Presidential blowjob. When I suggested that we honor our past President, her only request was that she did not have to wear a blue dress…..(How may of you caught that joke)

I less than four months, is our wedding day. We’ve been busy putting invitations together, finding her dress, center pieces, gifts for our guest and above all, trying to save money to pay for it all. I had no idea how expensive a wedding can be. We have a very small guest list, perhaps 115 total as we speak! We still have to find a place for the rehearsal dinner, places for out of town guest to stay and a suite for us for afterwards. The good thing so far is that all of this is going to be close by, within the city limits. Had we decided to go out of town, I think it would have been harder to get things accomplished.

That’s all for now.

To my love....

2006-02-14T15:29:00.000-08:00

Brian Wilson said it best; "God only knows what I'd be with out you."

This is true. Over the past 5 years, I don't think my life would be the same if I had never asked you a simple question; "What was our homework?"

Now as we prepare to become husband and wife, I only pray that the rest of our lives are as exciting and fulfilling as the past 5 years have been. I could not have asked for a better partner, friend, lover, and soon to be wife. I can not imagine you not being in my life at any point, now or ever.

I want the rest of the world to know how much I love you.

Ever fuck at work?

2006-02-07T15:21:00.000-08:00

I'm sure that everyone has had a bad day at work. Your either hangover, tired, pissed at your boss or co-workers or just plain overworked. We've all felt like this one-way or the other.

But how many of us have ever felt........horny at work?

How many of us have ever taken care of that, or in a few of my cases, have had someone else take care of that. I'll share one story.

I used to work in the maintenance department for a zoo here in California. There where a lot of things that we got away with. It was mostly food, beer, and a few other things that now would land me in the slammer. Well, during the summer there where a lot of high school kids that would work there until classes started up again. Most of them would stay for a few years, work on weekends, or stay on and work full time. It was a great place to work during the summer and earn some cash.
There were a few girls that where hired and stayed during the summer, which at times could be really dead. If it where over 95 degrees outside, no one would visit this place. So of course there was a lot of sexual tension with guys and girls of the same age. Lots of hormones and horny people working there. Of course relationships would grow out of these tensions and lead to other things.....like sex.

One of my many positions was in the maintenance department, which meant that I would walk around with a screwdriver in my pocket, and my tools as well. I had this on-again/off-again affair with this one girl who I've mentioned before, Ice Cream girl (I hope she is not reading this!) I was seeing someone at the time, but being the man-whore at the time, I needed more. It starts innocently enough at first. Lots of flirting, lots of innuendos, a bit of brushing up against each other. Of course this lead to a few stolen moments in the back of snack stand making out, some touching of body parts, a lot of heavy petting in the parking lot after work. When I was transferred to the maintenance area, we had access to the shop where we kept out tools. It was basically an office with a futon to sleep off our hangovers! It just so happened that it was used for other recreational activates. Sure enough I used it to fuck her.

She was a quiet girl, the kind I really like. My wife-to-be is kind of like that. Anyway, one day it was hot as hell, the place was dead, and the maintenance shop had the best A/C in the whole place. Being that there wasn't any one there, they would cut hours, and she was leaving early. The good thing is that she still had to wait for her ride home, which meant that she going to leave around the same time I was. So we had a few hours to kill. She called me at the office, told me that she was going to leave early, and to meet her at the back of the main office after she clocked out. I went to pick her up and drove the company pick-up back to the maintenance office. The second we walked in her nipples where rock hard, because it was so cold. I locked the door, called out a 10-7 on my radio to let my supervisor, and my best friend, that I was going to be "busy". He knew what was going on, he would use the maintenance office to fuck his girlfriend too.
Now, her nipps are hard, I lean in too kiss her, she does the same. Grazing her tongue into my mouth. I waist no time grabbing her large tits and play with her nipps. She starts to grind into me, standing up. She too waist not time too. She starts to rub her hand on my rock hard cock. Running her thumb over the head, drawing up my precum. We start to make it over to the futon, still locked in our deep, soft, wet kiss. I turn around and sit down. I start to unzip her pants and pull them and her panties down above her knees. Her pussy was so sweet. She had just a tuft of hair above her slit. Her lips where already pink and hot. Now I had fingered her many times before this, but with only one finger, making her pant and whimper when I worked it in and out. This time I was going to use two fingers. I started to run my finger over her slit, working her juices to the top, making sure that I would pass over her clit. Each time I did graze her clit, she would shutter and gasp(Man this is getting me hard remembering this)
I looked up at her, she had her hands on my shoulders, bracing her self, and slipped in two of my fingers. I think I might have done it a bit too fast, because she kind of jumped and yelped a bit. She was tight. I mean very tight. Super tight, and by now super wet. I kept plunging my fingers deeeeeeeeeeep inside her and began to fuck her with my hand. She closed her eyes, and tilted her hips towards my hand. She was moaning and grinding on my hand so hard that I though we would get caught! I pulled my fingers out to see how wet she was, and to lick her juices, when I saw how wet she was. My fingers where coated with pussy juice

I couldn’t wait any longer and pulled my pants to my ankles, turned her around and made her ride me. She stepped out of her pants and underwear and straddled my cock. Now I was only her third guy she had ever had sex with, and told me that she had only fucked each guy once. In my mind she was still a virgin, and her pussy felt like it. It was sooooooooo fucking tight and wet that it took some time just to get the head in! I had to force more precum to rub on my head. By the time I was able to get my head inside her, I was ready to blow. I mean she was that tight. She started to lean back against me, easing her self onto my cock. She had to stop a few times, because she said it was hurting her. I was just patient enough to reach up and play with her tits and I lifted my hips off the futon and pushed my way into her pussy. As soon as I did, she let out a big yelp, and a gasp. It wasn't that she was not ready, just that she was that tight! I let her catch her breath, asked her if she was alright and when she was ready to keep going to let me know. I let my hips fall back down and her weight of her body followed. At that point I was as deep inside her as I could be. I continued to play with her tits, and let her gently ride me. She was getting the hand of it. She started to pick-up the pace a bit. I matched every rhythm with my own thrust. This girl was cooing and moaning so much that I couldn't hear if anyone was driving up to the office. I had to stop and tell her to keep it down. She was trying to but was telling me that I hurt her a bit, but felt good at the same time. That I was hitting that spot that I did with my fingers. She said that every time I hit that spot, she would go home and have "sticky panties".

We kept fucking for about 10 minutes when I told her that I was ready to cum. I wanted to cum inside her, but thought better of it later. I kept pumping her faster and deeper. I was riding me like a pro. Bouncing up and down, harder, and harder, that her I had to move my hands from her tits to her hips, because she was starting to hurt me! She just kept going, up and down, so hard that now her tits where bouncing as well. You could her the smacking of her ass on my pubic area, the sound of her tits hitting her chest as well. I grabbed her hips and tried to control how hard she was slamming her self on me. Just as I was doing so, she let out one big, moans and yelps. She threw back her head and gasped really hard, and cried out a bit. She came! It was so hard that I could feel her pussy quiver on my cock. At that point I pulled out as fast as I could and came on her ass. I shot a wad so big that I got some on my work shirt. It mostly filled the crack of her ass!

We sat there for a few minuets to catch our breaths, wipe the sweet off us and clean up the cum before we headed back outside. Once we did, I drove her to the parking lot where her mother had just arrived to pick her up. I gave her a kiss and told her I would call her later that night. We did get together again that night in the back of her mom's Camry station wagon. She gave me a quick blowjob, but wouldn't let me cum in her mouth. Lucky for me that would change a few months after my girlfriend broke up with me. Ice Cream girl knew about my girlfriend and didn't really care. They never saw each other, so I knew that it was pretty safe, up until I found out that my girlfriend was cheating on me! I'm not trying to pull the double standard here it was just that I was feeling bad about what I was doing. Besides, she was doing my best friend at the time. WHAMMY! That's what it felt like. A ton of bricks, knowing that she was doing him. But that is a story for another post.

The babysitter.

2006-01-28T04:50:00.000-08:00

He swore to himself that he would never pick up the phone to call her. But there was something insatiable about the taste of her kiss that made the urge to quench his passions for her grow. As he sat in his den in his large house, he lit a cigarette and stared at the phone. Transcending the time and space of his leather chair, he could feel the soft, tender lips. They where plump, smooth, filled with a flavor of vanilla and of course, innocents. The dilemma was not that she was younger that him, much younger, but that someone of her age could possess the finesse, the skill, and the passion of a women years beyond her tender age.

On his desk was a picture of her with his family. It was taken when she accompanied them on a vacation trip to watch his children. It was his wife's' idea to bring her along. The kids loved her so much, they though of her as their older sister. She could have been. She was young enough to be his daughter, and at times he treated her as such. She had been babysitting for a little over a year, and asked her parents if she would be allowed to join them on this trip. It was his and his wife's way of thanking her for watching the kids. Of course he had no problem in paying for her flight and her own room. It was what he wanted to do, it was perfect for him. The kids and her room where connected by a common door, while his and his wife's shared the same wall as the babysitter. Of course it just so happened that the beds of the babysitter and his where butted up against the common wall. Knowing this, he suggested to his wife that they should make love when the kids where out of the rooms, so that the babysitter wouldn't hear her loud screams of passion.

The first night there, he could here the kids up past their bedtime. Of course they waited to take advantage of the summer weather and vacation to burn off all that extra energy pent up over the school session. Walking his he could see that the kid where ready for bed...well sort of. They where dress in shorts and a t-shirt. When he was walking towards the sofa where the kids where playing, she walked in thru the connecting door. She too was ready for bed, but in a much more conservative way. She was dressed in long t-shirt that covered her bottom half along with pajama pants. The shirt was thin enough to see that she didn't have on a bra. He took another glance to see her as she hustled the kids into their beds. Her little nipples where a soft pink, as if it where from a newborn. Her breast where small for her age, about a 32C, but perfect for the medium, athletic build. Again, he took another glimpse to see if he could see her flesh. Trying to make him self as inconspicuous as he could around his children, but only managed to her back.
He leans over to kiss his boys good night, tells them to get a good night sleep, and to be ready for a long day of fun. His youngest ask him if the babysitter can sleep with then tonight.
"Maybe tomorrow night she can sleep with you." It was then that he knew he had to have her.

When he returned to his room, his wife was on the bed, dressed in a red silk teddy, rubbing her self. Without a word he lay on the bed and began to eat her smooth pussy. Pulling back her lips to let her hard clit be shown. Like a hungry man he sucked, tugged and licked her clit. His wife began to moan and whimper like a schoolgirl. Even though he was with his wife, all he could think of was the tender breast of the babysitter, and could only imagine what the rest of her body was like.
What kind of boys does she like? What kind of panties does she wear? Does she shave her self? Does she masturbate? Is she a virgin?
He continued to eat her pussy, but now the sounds of his wife where replaced with the image of the babysitter. He could see her soft face; feel her body move like his wife's. He imagined the pussy he was eating belonged to her, and with that he intensified his actions. He licked, fingered and made his wife cum so hard that she began to scream in passion. Encouraging him to eat her like he never had done before. She had no regard to her surroundings. She had lost the thought of being in a hotel room, with the babysitter in the next room or that her children where just as close. But he did. He knew that the babysitter could hear what was going on. He knew that she could hear his wife grunt, whimper, and scream and cry out his name as she came on his face. And all the while he thought of her.

While his wife was still twitching from him eating her pussy, he simply climbed on top of her and entered her like a wild man. Relentlessly drilling his cock deep into her soaking wet pussy. With every thrust of his cock was met with pants, coos and whimpers that she could barely get out of her mouth. It was as if she was drowning in his lust. Silent screams of pleasure followed every gasp of air. He looked deeply into her eyes with the stare of an animal. He pounded harder. Deeper. Faster. Her pants and whimpers soon turned into screams of his fierce pleasures he was giving to her. He knew that the harder he pumped, the louder she would become, in hopes that the babysitter would hear the sexual explosion that was going on. His mind was so preoccupied by the though of the babysitter in the next room, that he pictured her under him in place of his wife. He kept pounding her pussy until she gushed her cum all over the sheets and his red-hot cock.

The next morning the family gathered for breakfast by the beach. The children where all ready seated at the table when he and his wife arrived. The babysitter was hiding under her sunglasses, a summer dress that covered her enough to show a bit of her bikini top, but enough to keep him frustrated inside. The greeted each other and the children. The wife spoke," So how did everyone sleep last night?" The children all went into detail as tell their mother how big the beds where, and how late they stayed up and how early the babysitter woke them. Telling them what a long day they had planned. The waiter arrived and poured both his and his wife a cup of coffee. She sipped and swooned at the beverage, to which the babysitter all coughed and quickly covered her mouth to prevent her from spiting it out. It was the way the wife swooned that made the babysitter laugh. It reminded her of what she did hear on the other side of the wall last night. All this time he too was hiding behind his sunglasses. Trying to not to make any direct interaction with her. He barely said a thing. It wasn't until she almost lost her juice that he asked is she was all right. She composed her self and gave him a sheepish grin, "Yes, I'm alright. I must have swallowed funny."
He could feel his cock begin to grow. It was the way she said the word "swallow" that made him excited. The rest of the conversation was kept to a minimum. She excused her self and mentioned that she was going back to her room for a magazine she had forgotten. He knew that this would be the only time, if any, to ask her if she heard what went on last night. Trying to make it look as if he where not in a hurry, he took a sip of his coffee and got up from the table.
"I forgot my cigarettes, I'll be right back." He gave his wife a peck on the cheek.

Trying to walk as calm as possible down to his room, he could feel his cock get hard. The thought of being with her was too much to handle. His cock grew as a fast as a teenage boy on prom night. That's how he felt. His heart was racing, his pace quicken, he could smell her scent in the hallways. He knew he was close. He reaches his room only to find out that the maids are in there cleaning. He steps in and looks around. One maid stepped from the bathroom, "Your daughter went back to her room next door. She was in here taking a shower, because we where finishing up in her room. Would you like us to open her door for you?"

"Sure, would you mind?” giving them the fatherly look that he only could. They walked over and slide the card into the lock and open the door. He can here the shower running. The maid hands him a small tote bag. "She forgot her bag in the bathroom. I think it's her clothes she was going to change into." He thanks the maid, takes the bag and closes the door. It locks behind him. He opens the tote and looks inside. He finds her bikini and sundress that she was wearing at breakfast. At the bottom of the bag he finds a pair of low cut baby blue thongs panties. Their are cute and look much like the ones he bought his wife at a lingerie store a few months back. He picks them up, holds them up to she just how tiny she really is. He sees what looks like a stain on them. He knows what that stain is. It's the stain of a women's cum. His wife would save her cum soaked panties for him when he cam home from work, telling him how much she missed him, and how bad she wanted his cock inside her.

Just then he hears the shower turn off, and the shower door open. He quickly tries to put the clothes back into her bag, when she walks out, not even a towel wrapped around her wet body.
"What took you so long? I've been hoping you would follow me back to my room. I just couldn't wait to finger myself again."

"What do you mean? I came back to get my cigettes when the maid pointed out that you left you bag in my room." He hands her back the tote.

"Well what did you find in there?” looking thru to make sure that she still had everything in there. "Did I tell you I was just fingering my self again? I just can't get the image of you and your wife fucking out of my head. I heard you two last night. I know that you where thinking of me while your where fucking your wife." She struts over to the corner of her bed, leaving a trail of water. She sits down and spread her slender, yet muscular legs. She barely has enough hair on her pussy to cover her. Even with that, she still manages to shave what she can. Her hand starts down to her flat stomach, down over her belly button, down to her bikini line, stopping just above her shaved pussy. Buy now his cock is seconds away from bursting out of his shorts. The precum had begun to soak thru as he walks towards her.
"Did you find my panties inside the bag? I was wearing those last night when I heard you fucking your wife. I was lying in bed fingering myself like this, thinking how hard and how thick your cock was last night. Every time I heard her cum, it made me cum just as hard."

She begins to run her finger over her slit. Her pussy lips are rosey red and plump. Such tender lips, such a tiny thing, such a tease. He walks towards her near the corner of the bed. He take his hand and begins to pump is cock. Standing right in front of her, ready to make her a women, ready to make his greatest fantasy come true. He had not been this excited over a girl, not even when he was in school.
"Do you want to fuck me? Do you want me by first lover?"
"No, I want to watch you pleasure your self." And with that, she leaned back on the bed and plunged two of her tiny fingers into her pussy.
She worked her fingers deep and slow. Twisting them around inside her, making her pant each time she caressed her swollen g-spot. She knew what part of her body made her cum. She had let a few boys in her class finger her before. She wanted him to do the same. Each stroke of her fingers brought more and more juices from her pussy. Her hips meet each and every stroke of her hand, lifting her self off the bed. He keeps the same tempo on his cock, his cock covered in precum. Every time he fingers went in, his hand went down his cock. He could only imagine what that hot pussy feels like inside.

She start to build up, faster, a little deeper, her sighs and groans grow louder. Her face starts to blush. She lifts her head up from the bed to watch him handle his cock.
"Are you thinking about fucking me right now? I really want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you did your wife last night. I want to be your little whore."
She now is fucking her hand as fast as she can. Faster, deeper, harder, she grits her teeth. Her face is turning bright red, panting as if she where running. Gasping for air, gasping for pleasure, gasping for his cock. She is ready to cum, she keeps her eye locked on is cock. Watching him pump as fast as she is. He can't wait any longer.
"Want me to cum, want to watch me cum?" he asks her.
"yes..........yes, cum on my pussy........cum on me..." whispering as the air from her lung build. He walks over to her, gets close to her pussy. Just as he does, she lets out a loud scream, her back arches, lifting her hips off the bed, her hand deep inside her pussy. He can see her body begin to quiver. Her cum begins to dribble from between her fingers. Just as she launches her hips off the bed, he fires his cum. That large hot wad of his loins reaches her hands and pussy. She falls back to the bed, his cum is still pouring out of his cock. He too shivers and groans loudly. Each volley of cum lands on her pussy, her stomach, and her chest, even as far as her chin.
She still quivers and shakes as she tries to catch her breath. He keeps stroking himself, getting every last drop of cum on her belly.

They say nothing to each other. He stands looking at her naked on the bed. Her hand still inside her pussy, her juices still running over her fingers and inner thighs, his cum covering her hand, and belly. He walks over to her, leans towards her mouth. She takes her cum covered fingers and runs them over her lips. He kisses her, tasting her fresh, uncharted juices as well as his own. Slow and long, her toung slithers into his mouth. He returns with his own tongue gently brushing across her soft, vanilla flavored lips. He tries to savor her taste as long as he can. Sucking on them as if they where the last thing on earth. He walks out of the room, not waiting to wash him self up, grabbing the pair of cum stained panties she had in the bottom of her tote. Before he walks thru the door, he looks back at her still on the bed. "I will call you when we get back home." That was the last he ever saw of her, until a package arrived from a University across the country. He opens it to find a picture of herself, another pair of cum soaked panties and a new phone number. The note read, “Been thinking about you a lot,” He picks up the phone, dials the number, when a voice answers. “Hi Susan, it's me.”

Thank you.

2006-01-15T05:40:00.000-08:00

I just wanted to thank you all for your kind words, thoughts and prayers over the last few days. It's going to be a long road ahead, dealing with my fathers passing, so don't be surprised to read a post of me venting away or remembering the time we did have together. I have already bent Bud's of "Us" ear abit. Sorry about that Bud, I just got caught up in the moment.

I will share this, as I did with Bud. I'm angry. I'm angry that my dad died. I'm angry that he never came clean about his "wife/GF" or his "other family". I'm angry that he did not prepare for his last days. I'm angry that these other people went about making all the final arrangements, and never once asked my brother, my sister or I for input. I'm angry that I will never be able to vent one last time to my dad for walking out on us, November of 1983. I'm just angry. And I know that is normal and one of the steps in dealing with death.

I hate to lose and death is nothing more than a big loss. It's like game 7 of the World Series. There is no tomorrow, and this one hurts. The way I see it, I've lost my dad three times. The first time when he left us, the second time was after his heart attack in 1998, and now. Please understand, I'm not trying to make my dad out to be a man who never saw his children or would not support them financially or emotionally. He was there when we asked him to be. He was there when we all graduated college, and when my sister got married and our birthdays and shit like that. He was with us on Christmas and spend the night at our mom's house. Mom would get a little pissed at first, but understood that dad was trying to make-up for what he fucked up on and was making an honest effort to spend time with us. That got me to wonder, what did he tell is "wife/GF" and his "other family" out the holidays? The same would go for New Years. He would spend the night at my mom's and go home the next day. Strange, huh.......

When he had his heart attack in May of 1998, my mother offered to have him come to her house, our house, so he could recuperate until he was able to go back to his place. It came to a point when my dad asked me to take him back to his place. I told him that he was not well enough to go back and that he needed to say here where I could make sure that he was eating right, taking his medication, and was being looked after. I just didn't know if "wife/GF" was able to do that for him. He insisted that he wanted to go home. So I packed up his shit, threw it in the car, helped him in my car and began to lecture him on what a big fucking mistake it was for him to go back. He was in no shape to go back, nor was the hospital any closer to him, than it was to my mom's house. I yelled at him. This fragile short man. I yelled at him. I felt so ashamed of my self for doing that. To this moment now, I hate my self for doing that. But I was angry. Angry that he was leaving again. Angry that he could not get it through his head that he was not well enough to go back home. Besides, there was drama at the hospital when he has his surgery.

His "other family" where there and wanted to see him as well. I told the charge nurse that I was his blood son, and these other people where not related to me. I wanted to be kept well informed of my father's condition at all times. It even got to the point where we had to slip time in my dad's room. The mornings for them, the afternoons and evenings for us. Again, not preparing for what might happen, did happen. Did he not stop to think that we would eventually see them, or meet them. What was he trying to hide? My brother, sister and I all knew what was going on. For fuck sakes, the "other" girls would call my sister and tell her that dad loved them more than her, and that's why he left us. What kind of crap is that.

I wonder now if they are hurting as much as we where that day in November. I wonder if it hurts them as much as it did us. That feeling of him leaving...again. I really hate feeling like this. All this anger. But I guess it's just a step towards putting things in perspective as well as regaining a normal way of life.

My next post will be my 50th here. I am writing a pretty good story about and older man and a younger women, so stay tuned.

Sad news.

2006-01-05T08:27:00.000-08:00

My father passed away December 30th. Shortly after posting my previous notes of the Holiday. I was in shock as you can imagine, but more concerned over who was taking care of the arrangements.
My parents divorced over 15 years ago, and in that time my relationship with my father had it's good and bad. He apparently had another women on the side, one who my mother believes, he has been seeing even before my mom and dad where married. In any case, this women and her children (I don’t know if we are related, and could give a fuck) had already made arrangements for services with out the input of my sister, my brother or I.
In hindsight, mom tells me to think about it this way; we're off the hook. We don't have to go thru all that horrible mess. And not that this other family is of any help getting us the information about the rosary, Mass and burial. Being the Capricorn that I am, as well as the oldest, I have to be in control. So the fiancé and I have decided to use our college educated mines and worked backwards with the tiny bit of information we had.

My sister was on a flight here to So.Cal when I got the call. When she arrived at my mother’s house, I broke the news to her and her husband. Granted we are still in a bit of shock, but our lives with our father could have been better if he had been forthcoming about this other women. Not that we wanted to meet her and her children, but at least let us know that she was in his life. My brother commented that at least she was there when my father passed. And with all things considered, she did call one of us with this news. She could have just put my dad in the ground and that would be that.

Tonight is the rosary, and there is a good chance that I will be meeting these people for the first time. I know that my sister wants nothing to do with them at all. The thought of seeing them makes her sick. There is lots of drama there. I've heard thru my mom that one of the girls of this women, would call my sister and torment her, telling her that my dad loved them more than her. That she would never become anything in her life......sorry to say that my sister has a Maters from Harvard.... and works in D.C..........

My brother is a bit fragile right now and needs to have as much support around him. He is very intelligent and very active mind; it's just that his dyslexic gets in his way a bit. Of all he has been very rational about all of this. He agrees that after this point, there should be no contact with these people what so ever. If dad left be hind a will, them take his photo archives and leave everything else. We would be stronger buy taking less and giving up more. We've already had control taken from us, but what we've gained is the fact that we're humble.

As for me, I would like to think that my dad had no malice in doing what he did. We had talked a few years ago and he apologized to my sister, brother and I about what he had done. He wanted to take it all back it he could. I told him that he can't and needed to forgive himself for what he did. You can't live in the past. You will never make it into the future. I told him that he fucked up. He could have had everything and more. Instead, he got to see his three kids graduate college, from the sidelines. Don’t get me wrong, he was at all of our graduations, and proud of all of us, but I think deep down inside he missed being apart of our lives.

I will post in a few days, after I get a chance to settle back in to life.

Year's end.

2005-12-30T08:25:00.000-08:00

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

2005-12-24T05:00:00.000-08:00

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...

2005-12-22T10:46:00.000-08:00

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:

Salesman and lonely wife
Waitress and truckdriver
Car Jacking(I kinda like that one)
Maid services
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

2005-12-21T11:30:00.000-08:00

....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

2005-12-20T12:16:00.000-08:00

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...!

2005-12-16T17:21:00.000-08:00

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!

2005-12-14T05:30:00.000-08:00

Happy Hoildays

How much is to much?

2005-12-06T15:42:00.000-08:00

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

2005-12-03T05:00:00.000-08:00

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...

2005-12-01T14:49:00.000-08:00

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 Â 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.

Yipe!

2005-11-29T15:41:00.000-08:00

The Fredericks

2005 Holiday Catalog

just showed up in my mail box

I hope the pages dont stick this time

Do over!

2005-11-18T16:33:00.000-08:00

This was an interesting question that was brought to my attention a few weeks ago. I was talking to one of my best friends, who currently is between lovers, and he's better off for it. Well, he and the women(I can't find a better word for her) that he was dating ended up with an offspring. Don't get me wrong, the child is gorgeous. Just a wonderful soul and disposition about him, even at his very young age. I can't wait until he be comes a teenager and that all goes to hell..........I'm evil.

Anyway, we went about the usual "Monday morning Quarterback" session. If you could do it over again, would you do the same thing or change your actions. LIKE PULL OUT! Of course it seemed unfair to pose that question to him, especially when a child is involved.
It's not the child's fault that his parents are a few tacos short of a fiesta platter. But in defense of my friend, he knew better, and just followed what he thought at the time was a safe situation. As for her,...well she is a mother.
So we waxed about what we would do over again or more to the point, who we would do over again. For him, it would be a girlfriend he had in high school. The first one he ever bough lingerie for(.....that was a fun tip, story for another time). They never did it, she wanted to stay pure for her future husband.......
As for me, it would be these few girls that I used to work with, "Office Girl" and "Ice Cream Girl". I should have moved in to kiss "Office Girl" in the parking lot of a miniature golf park. I was about 21, she must have be about 17. Yeah, I would have been worth going to jail for, but I just wanted to show that I loved her for her and just wanted to get down her pants. I did, but I'm sure that she wanted a little romance before she gave it up. It never went anywhere. I just kept telling my self that when she turns 21, she will be looking to play the field like I was, and that was something that I didn't want to deal with at the time.
At the same time I was fooling around with another girl, at the same place I'll call "Ice Cream Girl". I would stay late and close up the place and she would stay with me. After I got things put away, we would go into the back of the stock room and make out, finger her, stroke my cock. She was a virgin, and had never felt a cock in her hand or been fingered. That pussy was so tight. She was about the same age as "Office Girl", but she craved my attention. I know that sounds like I have a big ego, but she would tell me, that she looked forward to working with me, and couldn't wait until the weekend to do so. There was one night when my friends band was playing and I drove her to her the home of her best friends, boyfriend's house where we stayed up almost all night playing with each other's body. I was just about to take her virginity, when she would whimper and whince every time the head of my cock parted her tight lips. I stopped. I knew that she wanted it to be "special" and backed-off. I never did have sex with her.
Besides I had just come out of a short relationship where I found out that the girl I was dating at the time had sex with my best friend. That whole relationship was full of misunderstanding, intimidation, non-communication, and lots of booze. Just a confusing couple of years for me. I just needed time to myself and sort out what I wanted in a relationship. As far as sexually, they would have been two girls who's virginity I took. "Office Girl" I would have love to fuck, especially doggie. I have a felling that she would have been a handful in bed. "Ice Cream" girl was different. She wanted more of a relationship, long term I guess, and I wasn't ready for that.

So my question to my few readers is this: What would you do over again, sexually. How would that change your life now or would it have changed you life then.

Pick your favorite.

2005-11-17T17:22:00.000-08:00

I know how most of you like to have sex, and what turns you all on. But how do you really like to finish. Something that I've always asked my fiance during our sessions. Most of the time we'll finish doing doggie or on her side. A few times I've finished on top, pulling out to see how far I can shoot my load. I've managed to land on her chin a few times. Only once that I can remember us finishing with her on top. So, how do you like to finish:

Men on top, cuming inside.

Men on top, cuming outside.(Cuming on the face, tits or pussy)

Women on top, cuming inside.

Women on top, cuming outside.

Doggie, cuming outside(My favorite)

Doggie, cumming inside(I like this one too)

Sideways, cuming inside.

Sideways cuming outside.

Did I miss any?

Yeah, my first tag.....

2005-11-13T21:23:00.000-08:00

I feel like I just got to sit and have lunch with the cool kids at school.
This tag is from The Corinthian Couple. I hope to work up to their level of sex.

1. Delve into your blog archive.
Head first.
2. Search the archives for the 23rd post.
This gene pool needs some bleach
3. Find the 5th sentence, or closest to.
I'm almost sure that she fucks better than she sings.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas:
Speaking of Britney Spears lack of talent in one profession, perhaps she would be better off in porn.
5. Tag 5 people to do the same.
Tales of a Teacher
Cyber Slut Wife
Young Surban wife
Pipers Place
Mommy's Busy

Cheerleaders gone....bad?

2005-11-07T15:48:00.000-08:00

Two Carolina Panthers cheerleaders were charged after their arrest at a bar where witnesses told police the women had sex in a restroom. Witnesses said the women were having sex in a stall with each other, angering patrons waiting in line to get into the restroom at the club in the Channelside district.

So what is so wrong about that.......use the men's restroom so thoes up tight cunts can take a piss.........

In her room

2005-11-07T15:29:00.000-08:00

This is a fictional story, and to some of us, we wish it where true. More to cum. I would even welcome your input into the direction of the story, so please leave your comments and suggestions.

Julie could never figure out what the big deal was. It was as if there where a new trend in fashion that everyone had to follow. To her, it was just a waste of time. To the other girls in school, it was a way of exploring themselves with their sexuality. Like the time when she spent the night at her friends house. Waxing well into the dark about school, parents, boys and Amy's favorite topic; lingerie. Her friend Amy was the first in her little circle to venture past the realm of cotton bra and panties. Amy would watch her older sisters dress up for their dates. Displaying the most attractive bras and lacey panties; sexy yet feminine. After they would leave, she would pretend that she had a date with a boy and parade around her adolescent covered room like a model.
Amy set the pace for the rest. It was the one thing that Julie admired and hated the most about her. Amy was the first girl to wear a thong, g-strings, lacy bras, even the first of them to shave above the mid-thigh and her bikini line. The others shortly followed, expect Julie. By the time the girls reached their senior year in high school, most where no longer virgins. They had boyfriends or one-night stands while on spring break or over the summer vacation. Of course, Julie felt more at ease with the girls who where still in tack of there innocence. She of only a handful of boys that she had dated. None where ever serious enough let them touch her under her bar or panties. It was an unwritten rule that she had. If he is a gentleman and had more than just sex on his mind, then perhaps she would let them play with her nipples or even finger her. Her friends had talked about sex, the lack of foreplay, the lack of consideration their boyfriends had for their own satisfaction and their requirements for the new flavor of the month. She made mental notes of the pet peeves, assembled her own list and made sure that the boys she dated had the mental capacity of men she wanted to sleep with. It was the how she was able to weed out the freaks that her friends always seemed to end-up with, allowing her to stay focused on her long term goals, even if it meant still being a virgin at graduation. College graduation that is.

Amy asked Julie why she never wore her thong or g-strings the other girls bough her.
"So what is it? Do they not fit?, Is it because the lace makes you itch, or is it that it makes you feel like a slut."

A rush of blood ran through Julie's body. Sharply she looked up from Amy's Cosmo mag, peering thru her glasses as Amy waited her answer.
"No, I just don't like the way they feel. It feels like there is an atomic wegeei and may ass is sticking out."
It was in fact the best thing Julie had ever felt. The freedom of movement that was more that a piece of cloth, or lack of it. Julie felt alive. Attractive, sexy, and even horny. She was afraid to confide to Amy the turn feeling of the lingerie. She was becoming a women. A women who like Amy, loved the fine and delicate things that only women can wear.

"Can I tell you something? You have to promise you can't tell any of the other girls or anyone else for that matter."

"I swear. Pinky swear on a lock of hair.''

"I love they way they make me feel. I love it when I have a dress on and a slight breeze rushes up thru my dress. And how that breeze rubs the silk and lace and that rubs on my clit. I love it when I put on a pair of tight jeans and my thong, and the seam of the jean pushes that slick thong on my lips. Making me wet. Does that ever happen to you?"

With a mischievous grin, Amy bounced off the floor and walked over to her dresser. There she extracted what appeared to be a complex web of fine silks, lace and clasps. It was a mixture of fine off black, flesh tones, and tiny pink bows and flowers.

"What is it?" Julie asked. She could make out that it was attractive and must feel good on her bare skin. In fact, the anticipation of it made her virginal lips quiver for some of her attention.

Amy gently laid out her treasures on her bed. Treating them as if they where museum artifacts from another land. Julie rose to see the fine threaded materials on display. Amy spoke.
"This is my favorite garter belt and stockings. I wore these to the Spring Dance in freshmen year. That was the night I first slept with Alex. The night he fucked me for the first time. I was hoping to wear these when Alex and I got married, but that will never happen now that he is with that bitch Carmen. So I want to give these to you. The will make you feel even more alive and sexy than you can imagine. They should fit you. Try them on."

Timid at first, Julie stood there admiring the detail of the material. The mesh like lace, the life like pink roses, gently sown into the mesh. The strands of silk that made the stockings almost invisible to the eye. She knew that the stockings would accent her legs. She began to disrobe. Pulling off her t-shirt and the boxer shorts she loved to sleep in.

"Is there a bra to match?” just as she finished her question, Amy produced the bra. It was a beautiful and delicate as the garter belt. Amy helped her put it on.

"The wonderful thing is that is bra snaps in the front. Makes it easier for the inexperienced boy to get to your tits." They both giggled. The soft mesh made Julies nipples hard. They beaus as stiffer when Amy helped clasp the bra, adjusting and pull it down, so the underwire gently lifted her breast. It was the first time Julie was able to create cleavage. She always bought a bra one-half size bigger. She didn't want to lead the boys on.

"You have a great set of tit Julie. Why don't you show then off. That bra makes them look delicious."

Julie turned to the mirror. She smiled with agreement. She did have a great set of breast. She should show them off.

"Now let's put the garter belt on. Remember the rose goes in the front. That's what my sisters always told me."

Amy stood behind Julie and helped draw the delicate mesh around her tiny waist. Clasping the hook above the crack of Julie's ass. Amy looked down on her buttery-soft ass. So smooth, yet strong from her years on the track team. Amy ran the back of her hands over the hump of Julie's ass, sending shivers up her back. The touch of another persons flesh, much less her best friend sent more waves of excitement to her already swollen pussy lips.
"Did you ever let that guy Michael touch you?" Michael was the one boy she wanted to sleep with. He was the captain of the baseball team, and had been scouted by the big league team, even as a sophomore.

"Not really. He is a great kisser, and very tall. I have to get on my toes to just reach his chin. I would...Maybe......I don't know. When he does kiss me, I feel my stomach full of butterflies, and my thighs start to quiver. I think it's just because I have to stand on my toes to kiss him."
They both begin laughing, and just then Amy moves her hand onto Julies shoulders, quickly spinning her around. Locking her eyes with Julie and moves in to kiss her on her lips.

Love in the modern age.

2005-10-26T16:28:00.000-07:00

Remember the old days when you passed notes to that guy or girl you had a crush on in school. You used the same sheet of paper, flirted and even set up dates on that sheet of paper. Well, now I guess kids are using their cell phones to pass notes in class, until they get caught and the teacher takes their phone away. The following is some cell phone text messages sent back between my wife-to-be and I one day while at work.

RSA: U horny? Need some cock? Want 2 get spanked?

Her: Uh huh

RSA: U wet?

Her: lil bit

RSA: How bad U want it?

Her: real bad

RSA: What will u do 4 it.

Her: beg

RSA: Promise? I'm already getting hard.

Her: Just how I like it

RSA: I'm getting hard.

Her: yup

RSA: From behind

Her: yup

RSA: Beg 4 it

Her: Pls give me cock

RSA: I have a wet spot on my jeans

Her: Nasty

RSA: Luv u

Her: luv u 2 CU @ home

I still like the old way of passing notes.

The end result

2005-10-21T15:39:00.000-07:00

The is the end result of reading some of your blogs. The ones that I have linked to, and others, have contributed to some much needed handy work, and wonderful advise that I have used in the bedroom.
Keep'em cumming, so that I can too.

Ramp update

2005-10-18T19:34:00.000-07:00

After some preliminary research, my fiance and I have found that, for the best penetration, allowing for optimal achievement of an orgasm, the following two positions are in current use.

Please use this information for research only. Results may vary due to the size and duration of your love making.

License frame fun

2005-10-11T19:02:00.001-07:00

Now a days, the frame around your license plate gets as much personal attention as your car or your vanity plate. Saw this the other day on an Toyota.

IF YOUR RIDING MY ASS

YOU BETTER BE PULLING MY HAIR

....a women after my own heart.

The dangers of "spooning"

2005-10-07T15:28:00.000-07:00

The other morning, when my alarm went off, I knew I had about 40 more minutes before I had to get up for work.

I reached over, turned off the alarm and rolled back towards her. I snuggled up next to her as close as I could. She sleeps in the buff, which is good for me, because you know how much I like to rub my cock between her cheeks.

Well good thing I don't this time around, because it would have been tragic. WHY?

Let's just say that she has been eating more fiber and certain....Gases, have been escaping her at night. Thankfully they have been oderless gases. I was protected. I had on a pair of shorts, and was not near the main shock of the....Explosion.

I did tell her later that night of what came out of her ass. She laughed. Told me that payback was a bitch........just wait until I come back from the chill cook-off next week.

Shaving

2005-10-06T15:00:00.000-07:00

For most women, shaving is a necssary evil. Your legs, armpits and even your pussy. For men, it's every bit as a hassle. Every day. Hot water, cream, razor and after shave balm. Well for the past 5 years or so I've also had to spend a little extra time in the shower shaving other areas. Let me preface this buy saying that this all came out of a bet I lost while playing golf with my buddies.
It was right around Easter, and we said wouldn't it be funny if you gave your wife or girlfriend an Easter basket with sex toys. Leave it up to me to take it to the next level and say,"Why don't you just shave your nuts, draw some rabbit ears on the head of your cock and sit on a pile of that plastic green shit that they use to fill the kids' basket up with, and and tell her to give your her Cottontail." We all laughed, several holes and beers later, the bet came up; the one furthest away from the pin had to shave their nuts and make an Easter basket with them.

From that day onward, I've always shaved my balls. So much so that I now can not go more that three or four days with out needing to shave. When I first started to date my now fiance, I was abit worried that she would think I was a freak for shaving my nuts. Well I am, but I didn't care. In fact she was pretty surprised when she finally felt my balls the first time. If I recall, she was giving me a hand job and I told her to use her other hand to rub my balls. She look down and said, "Hey, do you shave your ball?" Why, yes. Yes I do. They become more sensitive. In that is a fact that I have noticed. I love when the lube or her own juices start to run all over my balls. And when she is sucking on my balls, I can feel more heat from her mouth. The up side to that, no pubis in her mouth to pick out.

It wasn't shortly after that, that I was able to convince her to shave her pussy. She was very reluctant to do so. After I told her how much more pleasure I felt after shaving my balls, she went as far as trimming it down to a smooth 5 o'clock shadow. Now I've had been down on one or two bald pussys in my days. Just something about not having to beat back the bush to get to the nub of pleasure. I can dart my toung inside her and not have a short and curly poke me in the nose or in the eye.....I've seen some bushy bitches. One friend of my said that one girl he was dating was so hairy, that he just could not go down on her, much less have sex with her. He said it was like sticking his cock in a pad of steel wool..................yeah.........mmmmm

Anyway, which do you prefer. Hairy nuts, or smooth balls.

Classic glamour

2005-09-25T07:19:00.000-07:00

I was playing poker with the boys a few nights ago and got to that level of conversation: Who would win in a bar fight; Clint Eastwood or Steve McQueen.

Some where very quick to judge and answer right away, again leading to variations of the same question: Who would win in a street fight; James Cann or Joe Pesci. Who would win in a car race; Richard Petty, king of the red necks or A.J. Foyt...and so on. Well leave it up to me to introduce the this question:

What classic movie star would be best in bed. On one hand, Natalie Wood or Audrey Hepburn, on the other.

My pick..............why don't you put your hand together.

I've always had a thing for Natalie Wood. I mean she was absolutely gorgeous. Those eyes, that cute nose. Those lips. The same could be said for Audrey Hepburn. That little girl look in her eyes, that confidence in her walk, and yet seemed to be so innocent. Both of them. It did seem that Natalie Wood was more confident, in her innocents; more like she would take charge with words alone. Looking deeply into your eyes, whispering just under her breath. I bet she would lay down the law; "This is how your going to fuck me and I want done like I said." The kind of girl that made you fucker. That would make like it a little rough and hard in bed, would like to be spanked hard, and pull her hair as you call her your little fuck toy...

As for Audrey Hepburn, she more would be abit more opposite of Natalie Wood. She too would take a bit of charge but would want tobe be pampered. She would expect your to lead her by the hand and gently woo her into bed. But once your got her there, that little mouse roared like a lion. She might whimper and cry a bit, but when she was about to cum...BAM, she let it all out. With her, she might have not have liked for your to spank her or maybe even cum on her face. She would seem more like the one that ask you to kindly pull out to cum on her bonny ass. Not like Natalie. I bet she would let your cum on her face with out you even asking.

Of course this is all speculation, and in my demented world, I wish it where all true. Which leads me to my question I presented to the table: Who would would take it a D.P.; Jennifer Love Hewitt or Holly Combs. Put your hands together.

The "Getting" off ramp

2005-09-17T19:31:00.000-07:00

A while back I posted that I had purchased the "Ramp" from The Liberator Site. I just wanted to post and update on it's use so far.

GOOD GOD ALMIGHT!

Not only does it give her something comfortable to lay on when we do it doggie style, but I get in deeper. She even said so. "You where in so deep that I thought you where going to poke it all the way thru my belly"

Not only that, I have her laying on it facing up at me, and I hit the back of her pussy so good that she was just dripping full of her own juices. There are still a few more positions that we want to try. I recomend to everyone to buy it. Buy the ramp or the wedge. I know we'll be using it everything we fuck.

This gene pool needs some bleach.

2005-09-16T16:10:00.000-07:00

There is a reason why Darwin explained the theory of "Extinction caused by Natural Selection" I hope for man's sake that these two never reproduce again. I just don't understand why these two are allowed to have children....then again, I don't understand the world of Bratty Spears. I would, however love to know if she fucks better than she sings. I'm almost sure that she fucks better than she sings. Lord knows that she cant sing.

The sex education I wished I had in high school.

2005-09-15T15:14:00.000-07:00

In the early 80's when I was in was a high school sophomore, I had already had a few sexual encounters with girls. In fact, I was 13 the first time I had sex. Long story for another time. When it came time to take health education, we all knew that the topic of sex was on the syllabus. Luck for me, the class was being taught by my JV baseball coach, who had a simple and no scientific way of getting us to understand sex. After all he was a baseball player at first, and educator second. He had a masters in KPE, and a second BA in History. Nice guy at heart. When it came time to talk about sex, he told us that the information he was going to present to us was no way a license to have sex.......sorry coach, I just got laid before 3rd period. There was a girl in our class, who at the time was dating a rock musician from a band here in L.A. She went from class geek in Jr. High to the class tramp in High School over night. She would come to class dressed in tight leather skirts, cut-off shirts, lacey bras, and(what drove me wild) garters and stockings. SHE WAS 15! AND SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING TO ALL THE GUYS IN SCHOOL. I don't think any of us walked with out our pee-chee folders in front of our 501's, hiding our hard on's.

A few months ago, I went to pick up some more lube at the adult store in town and came across a series of DVD's. All with different "HOW TO" or "GUIDE TO" in the title. I read the cover and figured what do I have to lose but a few bucks. There's bound to be some useful information on this thing? Besides I know that they have to show you how it works, in a practical matter; meaning some hot porn! So I purchased the lube and the DVD "HOW TO MAKE LOVE TO A WOMEN" Well shit-fire, I think I would know how to do that, I know how to work the machinery, I'm in the union! I took it home to preview it before my love came home, in hopes that there would be some useful information she would get from this. Boy, this was the best thing I have bought from that shop so far. I viewed it, listen and learn quiet a few things from it. One, I had to pay more attention to her. Not just to what she was saying, but how her body was reacting, how her hips where moving. I learned that in order to make her cum, she needs to know that she is safe and secure with me. How do you ensure that, by letting her relax and trust you and touch her. Not to jump into the fun house, but to be invited in. Just because it says "Free admittance when wet" doesn't mean that the house is ready for the General Jim and the twins.

We viewed it later that week, when "our daughter" was out, and told her that this was not just a porn, but it was something that would help her, as well as us, in communicating our desires to each other. SHE LOVED IT! SHE LOVED IT! SHE FUCKING LOVED IT! She loved it so much, that we never finished the DVD. The part that did her in was where Nina is talking about how women love to have their pussy lips rubbed. Just rubbed. That's all, just rubbed. And that if you work them in the right direction, you can use her lips to rub her clit in way that will make her wet in no time. THAT SHIT WORKS! She was ready to go and so was I and bam, the General and his troops took hold of that mound and made her cum a good-hard three times. We still haven't finished the DVD, but have used most of the information on there to enhance our sex lives. I did manage to go back and buy another DVD, this one call "Nina guide to multiple Orgasms" Again, more information on how to make her relax, where to focus your attention, but geared more toward the women in the home viewing arena. She loves this one to, and is learning to take control of her orgasms and when to let them go. Letting them build up and savor them. I wish the coach would have played these in class.

Labor day weekend

2005-09-06T11:53:00.000-07:00

The holiday weekend started out kinda a slow. Friday night we met up with her friend and husband and two kids at Dave and Busters. She came home and woke me from my nap, told me that we needed to shower up and get going. GREAT! Into the shower I go, soap up and next thing I know, she is reaching around me washing my balls! Now my boys are all worked up and General Jim is getting hard. I turn around and start to tease her clit by rubbing it with the head of my cock. This starts to get her worked up, her pussy is getting slick and in goes the general. An all out amphibious assault. I start pumping away, she is panting, when the worst think could happen while having sex in the shower.

NO MORE FUCKING HOT WATER!

We both finish rinsing off the soap and shampoo and start to curse "our daughter". The queen of the long hot shower. I heard her get in the shower just before my fiance got home. I didn't stop to think that she would be taking that long and using all the hot water. BITCH!
Anyway, we head out to D&B, drank a few beers, had some food, played a few games(dam kids kept stealing my tickets at skeet ball) and got the general gossip on other friends. We both wanted to fuck when we got home, but we had a long day ahead of us on Saturday.
Saturday started off in a good way. We both slept in, made some coffee and hopped in the shower again. I asked her if the text message I sent her to her cell phone got her a little horny, she said that "yes it made my pussy kinda quiver thinking about it". What did I send....."I want 2 fuck you from behind really hard." She also told me that whenever I rub my cock up against her she gets a bit excited too. Well all that dirty talk woke the General up and I started to beat off in the shower. She looks down and askes me what the hell am I doing. "Beating off. You want to watch or you want to help?" Like a good little girl(she is two years older than me) she jumps in and starts to beat me off. I begin to help her out and rub her clit. I was very surprised to feel her juices already beginning to flow. I mean she was ready to fuck, and all I did was just start to tug my cock for a bit. This is something new.....I asked her if the sight of me jacking off got her wet, and to my delight she said yeah,"...and the faces you make when your getting close to cuming are fun to watch." FUNNY HOW? FUNNY LIKE A FUCKING CLOWN FUNNY? She then takes my cock and inserts into her pussy. She is so wet and so hot that I just about blow after a few pumps. Don't worry there is enough hot water this time.

I only give her a taste, just something to keep the edge off until we have more time to fuck. "I hope you plan on finishing what you started today and last night?" Maybe I do, may be I don't. All this teasing and foreplay I see is starting to take it's toll on her and she is one horny bitch. I really didn't plan on it working out like this. I just want to be able to have the time to give her a good, long and spine breaking fuck. What is wrong with that. I know that after she cums a few times, like 3 or 4, her pussy is sopping wet. I mean, I pump away and you can her it! All wet and gooey. Like if your where to squeeze a wet sponge in your hand, the sound it makes..........
So Saturday is long, but fun. BBQ, soaking up the sun, talking shit with family, and homeward bound we go. Now here is the day I've been planning.

A good and hearty SUNDAY MORNING FUCK!

Let me just say thank you to all who have a blog here, and opening up your sex lives to the world. I know that it can be strange to talk about something so personal and intimate to strangers, faceless strangers, but we love the same thing. The act of sex and the pleasures it brings us. I'll read a few blogs and search for a few new ones and start to get hard. I even start to give myself a quick rub if the sex is hot enough. Well, I take that into the bed room. I have a raging hard-on, and I start to message her pussy. She slowly wakes up and giggles abit. She tells me that if feels good and to get her pocket rocket out. I fire up her little friend and start to rub it on her clit. It doesn't take long before she is panting, taking deep breaths and moaning. I keep a steady rhythm, watching her arch her back abit, which tells me she is about to cum. So I press a little harder, moving a little faster. But by then she is thrusting her back up off the bed, holding her breath, watching her face turn red and cumming hard. With a deep gasp for she falls back onto the bed. Now it's my turn!

As I was rubbing her clit with her pocket rocket, she was returning the favor by squeezing the precum out of my very sensitive head, lubing up my cock and stroking it between moans. She almost made me cum a few times, it was difficult to, but I had to pull away. I position myself over her and rub the head of my cock over her clit, for what was just a few seconds, but to her it was a long torture of an over stimulated clit. I knew that this would get her already sopping wet pussy even wetter. Tilting my hips back, my cock slips in with no effort what-so-ever. I have her so wet and so hot that I swear that I'm about to blow! I spend a more than a few good minutes in the ol' missionary position before I roll her on her side.
She is on her right side, with her left leg curled up to her chest. I enter her side-ways and slowly pump away. This makes her pussy so much tighter that I have to have a distraction. Enter the feather duster. It's a tiny little thing that we got in Karma Saurta kit. I start to drag this on her back, her hips, her butt cheeks, down her crack, down the back of her thighs......it is totally driving her crazy, and gives me something to think about as her tight, hot, wet pussy is wrapped around my cock. I got a good rhythm going, but on this day her moans and whimpers got me to blow early. I must have had my cock ring sooooooo tight that when I blew, it flew across her ass over her back, on her hair and on my pillow! That was the first shot, I had a few more that land on her neck and shoulders........man. I could hear it land on the pillow too! That send her laughing and me still jerking my self off to get every last drop out. She was laughing so hard, that it didn't matter that she had a huge wad of cum in her hair.
"I could totally here it fly by my head." It's like being in a war zone baby........

With that, the next day was just a fuck all kind of day. Went to a friends house, BBQ again, met up with my friends and their kids, did some swimming and came home ready to fuck again......man something about spending a few hours with kids wears you out. I'm trained for marathons, and played baseball most of my life. But nothing wears me out more that playing with kids...and they aren't even mine! We want to have children, and plan on it, but we both know what a damper it will make on our sex life. Something we have to think about, but willing to take the leap forward. I was so tired that I can't wait for the next holiday do I can really rest up.

The dog days of summer

2005-08-31T19:06:00.000-07:00

Well the month of August has been the true dog days of summer. The sex had been on hold for the past three weeks due to my baby's diverticulosis. We found out about it last winter when she had a major flair up that sent her to the E.R. for a overnight stay. This was the second time this year that she had a flair up, and we think that stress had a part to play in this go around. 10 days of antibiotics, light food, no stress and lots of rest, means no sex. Right?

Think again.

There has been plenty of pocket rocket play, and blow jobs over the last three week(her Aunt Flo also came to visit) that she is getting much better at using her hands and fingers when going down on me. She has begun to use her fingernails on my ball sack, my tante, and thighs while going up and down on my cock. In return I have given her a few quick orgasm's with her pocket rocket to help keep the edge of. Thank god for the upswing Labor Day weekend. She is off her meds, the flo has receded, and our "daughter" is away until Monday. I'm going to treat that ass as if she here a dirty, nasty, pirate whore.

My own little survey....so to speak.

2005-08-18T20:43:00.000-07:00

I've been reading some blogs and there are surveys or questions for others to copy, answer and post on their own blogs. I thought about filling out one, but most are set up for women. So I will continue to direct my questions to the small handful of women who visit my blog. I love to know the sexual past of a women to the point where it gets me hard, and the dirtier the better. Here are a few topics to choose from:

Do you remember the first time you bought lingerie for the purpose of seduction. What was it, your age at the time and what was the out come of the event.
What was the first scenario that you masturbated to and at what age. Also, do you still use that same scenario to this day.
The first time you knew what sex was and if there was an immediate connection between that and your body. Did you feel your self wanting to know more or where scared to go beyond for fear of some consequences from your parents or questions of morality.
How did you learn to masturbate? Did you stumble across it in the shower or, did some one mention the act to you told you how good it felt.

These are just a few things that I have asked my girlfriends in the past...especially the masturbation and lingerie question. I just love a nice pair of bearly black stockings on a women. You can either post your answer on your own blog or post them in the coment section here for everyone to read. Maybe I'll combine a few of your answers to form a little story.

...as a result of holding back....

2005-08-06T10:09:00.000-07:00

Well, it went very well so to speak. I only got off twice, she came three times the first time and one on the second go-round. I could have easily blown my juice when she came home from work. I was napping(remember I get up at 3:30am) when she kissed me, asked what I wanted for dinner and reached down my shorts to rub my cock. Suggesting that she climb into bed so we could discuss it, I told her that I had not given it a tug since Sunday. Her eyes widen and her jaw dropped. "Bullshit. Your a horny boy, I know you rub it out every day."

Nope!

From her it gets a little boring with talk about work, drama with our "daughter" and the difficult decision of what to eat for dinner and where to eat it.

She continues to rub my cock and balls, ever going as far as sucking me for a bit. I had to stop her several times from making me cum. "I'm in control now", she proclaims....yeah right.
We hop in the shower, I get her all worked up by rubbing the head of my cock on her clit, then giver her a few thrust...yes we do it standing up in the shower....I live on the edge, baby.
For the next few hours; we eat, go for a walk by the beach, drink a few beers, watch T.V.(Smokey and the Bandit was on) and head off to bed.

I start by using her pocket rocket on her clit and the toy inside her, she cums in a few minutes. The next my fingers inside her, which she really doesn't like as long as I'm not fucking her with them. I try and put a little pressure on her G-spot, and curl my finger so I can feel the pocket rocket vibrate on the inside. She cums quicker with my finger. The her favorite, my cock inside her with the pocket rocket. I love it when I can feel her walls grip down on me as she is cuming. Her hip seem to tilt back and her pussy opens and grabs hold in split second. Man she was wet and gooey after that.

I want to get her off one more time, and tell her to roll on her side. She loves this. I enter her from the side while on my knees as she stays on her side. Her pussy is so tight and I hit it at the right angle that she is just gaping and whimpering like a virgin. But she has been doing something the last few months with her pussy that feels like she is milking my cock. Well what ever it is, it make me cum...I hate it. I wanted to keep pumping her. I love listening to her cumimg. I love listening to her engulfed in pleasure. Much good it did me, plus the fact that I hadn't dropped my love bomb in a week.

In any case I did get my revenge when I woke her up at 5am, rubbing her clit. I got her so wet that I took her from behind. I know that she was trying to keep her moans down. I told her that no one is home and no one can hear us from out side. I pumped away for what seemed a good 5 minutes straight, when she started to cry and kept saying,"oh my god, oh my god". I swear that I saw her pussy drip as I pulled out and came all over her ass. I guess that's what I get for holding back.

I just bought the Ramp from the Liberator. I got it in red, it should be here today. Let you know how it works out.

Holding back.

2005-08-03T17:11:00.000-07:00

I haven't jerked off since Sunday morning. Why you ask? Well, as I mentioned in my last post, "Aunt Flo" was in town, and I've had a very long and difficult week at work. Not to mention that all the planning for our wedding is a bit of a grind. Besides I wanted to save up all my love juice for this weekend. Either Friday night when our "daughter" is out or Saturday morning...or both. In the past when I've held back for a few days(usually just about three), I've blown wads past her ear and even over her head while fucking her doggie! I'M NOT KIDDING! There are times that I have so much force behind it that even MY LEGS BUCKLE.

So I'm figuring out when would be the best time. I guess Friday night when our "Daughter"/roommate is out, or Saturday morning before we get our day started. I would like to try and make her wet when she is still sleeping, still dreaming. It's not like we haven't fucked three times in one night.........years ago when we first stated dating mind you. But the middle of the night when she is peaceful, away in another dimension in her mind. That spot when we are sleeping, where we can see ourselves and who we truly are. This is how I would do it.

I would spoon up behind her, grind my cock between her butt checks, and reach over with my arm and roll her nipples between my fingers. I would run my fingertips over her shoulder, to the base of her neck. I would kiss her neck and behind her ear. My cock would still be grinding on her ass. Drawing precum from the head making me glide with ease. As she begins to stir, I would whisper to her, "Go back to sleep and dream of me." With that I would begin to tug at her pussy lips. Pulling them. Messaging them. I can feel her hips grind back onto me. With the heal of my hand, I would press on the outside of her clit and push her hips closer to me. Slowly in a circular motion, keep the heal of my hand on her clit. Keeping firm pressure on her. As the heat from her pussy begins to build, I would use my fingertips and her own moisture to stimulate her clit. I know that within seconds she will be soaked with anticipation and wake from her golden slumber. I hear her moans, spreading her legs to allow me to take her body. I know that she wants me to enter her. To take her. To fulfill her dream into reality. But I am such a tease that would wait until I make her cum a few times. Make her ask for my cock. Whisper it to me. Ask me to make you her cum. Ask me to feel your wetness. Ask me to take you to new heights. Ask me to make love to you. Ask me to cum inside you. Ask me how much I love watching your face, as I slid my cock inside you. That whimper, that sigh and that flushed look on your face. Can you feel that. Can you feel it strech you. I can feel you surround me. Taking hold of my cock, milking it, making me want to cum fast and hard. I want to see your eyes when I do cum inside you. That passion, that connection that first brought us together. That look you had that first night(early morning) when we first made love. How scared you where, and how relaxed and the trust you had in me when I entered you. I had nothing to hold back.

....F.Y.I.

2005-07-30T16:19:00.000-07:00

We have a date for the beheading, I mean WEDDING! May 6th, 2006.

The church, the priest, and the reception site are book! Now comes the hard part, getting the game plan in order...............

Shower fun

2005-07-30T16:04:00.000-07:00

Not much to report, other than it is a bit humid here by "The Beach". Not to mention that "Aunt Flo" is in town for a few days...........uuuuugh. So this morning before he headed up to the valley, we to a shower together, as we used to. Now that I'm up at 3:30 am to be at work at 5 am, we haven't really enjoyed our time in the shower like we used to. Something about the shower gets her all worked up. Her pussy gets really wet, and I don't mean by the warm water it's self. We've had sex in the shower, standing up, which is not easy for us to do. We are both about the same height, so one of us has to bend at the knees a bit. Anyway, she has this thing about having sex while on her period. I can understand, even our roommate, "our daughter" said that it is a bit messy, but she loved sex when she was on the rag. So, I took a chance and made a move, besides, I was all worked up reading everyone's blogs.......thanks. It didn't take much to get her worked up, like I said she love the water, and something about the angle of my cock hitting the back wall of her pussy drives here wild. There was no mess that I could feel or see as she jerked me off at the end. She did want to take control and tease me by rubbing the head of my over engorged cock on her pussy lips. Man, I was jumping out of my skin...I think that Sunday morning, I wake her up with my cock between her butt cheeks..........then go to church.

Music to fuck to.

2005-07-28T19:26:00.000-07:00

If you take a look at my profile, you will see that I have a B.A. in Music. Well, in reality it is a B.M. in commercial Music/Jazz Studies. Not that Jazz is my thing, just that if you wanted a degree in Commercial Music(which means your a studio player or arranger), you had to take Jazz course. No biggie! Well I went through the all the classes, but got held up on doing my last recital, which meant no, B.M....anyway. I work for a major guitar factory here in California, and get to hear music all day. I was talking to a few co-workers about what they listen to when they are intimate with their significant others. Some say they have the t.v. on in background, others said they don't have any background noise at all. All this got me to think about Housewyfe's entry about masturbating to Springsteens "Born to Run". Well here is a small list of music I like to listen to when I want to have long, passionate, wet sex with my fiance.

(no particular order)

Miles Davis, Kind of Blue. This is the album that launched the "Cool" era of Jazz.
Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon. Along with the "Wizzard of Oz" in the background, this album has a very trance like theme to it. Very relaxing.
W.A. Mozart, "Symphony no. 31 in D". Yeah baby. Light and bouncy, kinda funny to work with, but it will set the mood for good and happy sex. Basically anything by the "Master " would work.
M. Ravel, "Bolero". I first heard this back in the 80's in the movie "10" with Bo Derek. That scene where she and Dudly Moore are having sex......
John Coltrain, A Love Supreme. Coltrain used to play with Miles, so this is much in the same vain as Kind of Blue.
Bruce Springsteen, Tunnel of Love. I'm a huge Springsteen fan. This was recorded after his first marriage. Lots of questions he is looking for in this album.
Derek and the Dominos, Layla and other assorted love songs. This is Eric Claptons classic master piece. It also features Duane Allman of The Allman brothers. Good rock for a good fuck.
Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Sky is Crying. This was the posthumous album that was released after his very untimely death in 1990. Just some good blues to fuck to.
C. Debussy, "Clair de Lune". Very romantic piece. He was a turn-of-the 20th century French composer who inspired Duke Ellington.
McKinley A. Morganfield-aka Muddy Waters. "Hard Again" The great thing about the Blues is the innuendo and double meaning of a song. Muddy sings, "My baby ran off with the bus driver....They go out riding riding in the day time, now she gets a ride at night." This is just a flat out hard and nasty blues album for hard and nasty sex.

If anyone has songs or albums please share them. Is list is in no way the say-all to end-all list.

Enjoy.

I have a question.....?

2005-07-23T20:59:00.000-07:00

Why do women cry during or just after sex? Is it just and emotional thing where you let yourself go, or is it so good that you just cry and cum. This is an on going thing with my fiance and I. This afternoon, after working a full 8 hours overtime, plus the hour plus ride home, I got a little surprise when I walked in the door. A few Cabo Wabo's later, I was behind her, doggie and I heard her start to cry. She said that things where fine, and it was just dam good sex......So what is it ladies. Dam good sex or things under the surface.

Her first other man, FINAL PART

2005-07-15T16:16:00.000-07:00

Part three of the story. Some of the events are true, but mostly embellished
to promote the material

You could her the wetness as his cock slipped inside of her. She looked down at my friends cock, and how it spread her tiny, yet swollen, pink lips wide open. Slowly pumping in. Out. In. Out. She began to breath heavy and shallow. As is the life was sucked out of her. When in fact the innocent childish ways was being taken from her soul, and in place being replaced with a more confident women who was now beginning a sexual awaking. He began to increase his pace, gliding in and out of her with virtually no effort at all. She was so wet that he his cock gleamed with her pussy juice every time he pulled out. He pulls her ass off the couch, pulls her closer and allows his cock to enter her even deeper.
She lets go of my cock, allowing me to watch for a while. I leaned in close to her ear and asked her, “ You like the way his cock feels?”
“Yes.” The word hardly where able to escape her lips, that where now quivering. Biting her bottom lip. Her hands now searching for something stable to hang on too. His rhythm now increasing even more. Her left hand on the edge of the sofa, the other on my leg, groping around for my cock. I pull away from her, in an effort to tease her. “You like the way he fucks you? Are you his nasty little girl?
“Yes, I’m his nasty little girl”. Longer, and longer the cock slides in. Harder each time. His ball slapping on her tiny ass. Deeper. Longer. Harder. Her back begins to arch, and she is panting Her whimpering now turns into moans, and sweet cries of pleasure. Louder. Louder, he increases the pace, practically slamming his cock into her as hard as he can. “Yes, harder baby, go, go, go, go……..” her eyes open and you can see them roll back into her head. She quivers, shutters and lets her self go. Not only is she cumming, but she squirt on his cock. What I though was piss now her sweet fuck juice. Quickly, he pulls out, slips two fingers in, palm up and curls them around her swollen G-spot. Squeezing, milking, messaging the remainder for her nectar out of her pussy. She continues to cum, flowing juices drenching the couch and the rub. She opens her eyes and begs him to stop. Panting, she pleads, “Stop, stop, please let go.” His mischievous eyes look deep into her and ask her is she wants to cum again. Looking at me as I pump my cock, she to mischievously looks at me and shudders one more time.

“I want you to fuck me now.” With that, I just about lost my first load. That look in her eyes, that glow on her face, and her breathless way of giving me permission to be her first “other” man. I glanced at my friend, nodding he head in approval and assurance. I made my way over to her, as she repositioned her self to the center of the couch, away from her fresh wet spot. I grabbed the bottle of lube and got my self ready to enter her hot, wet and pink pussy. She grabbed the back of her thighs, lifted her legs and waited. I ran the head of my cock over her clit a few times, sending small tremors through her body that even made her feet quiver. The heat that I could feel off her pussy was amazing. I steadied my self, and looked at her face as I entered her. She grimaced and winced as the head pried open her lips. The folds of her flower where so tight that she winced again, but gave way to her eyes rolling back into head, followed by a big gasp of air. I could tell that I was causing her some discomfort, so I held back from going in all the way. “Are you O.K?”, I asked. She shook her head yes, much like a shy little girl, to shy to ask for her favorite candy. With that I pushed in a tiny bit more; again she squinted, inhaling, and held her breath. I waited until she had to release her breath, knowing that as she exhaled, she would be come lightheaded. When she did I plunged into her, as deep as my cock could go. Stretching that tiny pink pussy, forcing out more of her juices on my cock. She let out a loud moan, clutching the seat cushions of the sofa and again, reached for a breath of air. She whimpered and cried out. I left inside her. Watching her have overcome with ecstasy, becoming flush, her body shuttering once again. I slowly withdrew my cock, just enough to leave my swollen head between her outer lips. Again, I plunged into her, this time a bit harder. Puling out slowly again. Plunging harder each time, and each time taking more time to slide my cock out. She met my every thrust with a groan. I increased my rhythm. Faster, harder I plunge into her. Faster
Faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
Faster.
Deeper.
By now I’m pumping away. Each time hitting the back off her pussy. She wraps her legs around my ass, keeping me closer to her, making me pump faster, and harder. Sounds her pleasure are evolving from her. Her back arches up off the couch.
Faster. Deeper. Harder. She warns that she is about to cum. I encourage her to do so. “Cum on my cock, squirt it all over my cock. Cum for me baby girl.” With her mouth wide open she withers away, squirming off to the side, just them I feel warm rush of fluid on my cock that is still inside her. She did. She squirted on my cock. In amazement I pulled out and shoved two fingers into her, curling them up to rub her G-spot. The more I rubbed, the move she squirted. She had to force my hand away from her pussy. “STOP. STOP. Fucking stop.” She sat there. Panting like a marathon runner. Her hand on her forehead, her legs sprawled open, her pussy pink, and still wet, gleaming with her own cum around her pink lips.
“You want some more” I asked. Smiling and nodding, I threw her onto the floor, her face and chest resting on the only dry seat cushion left and her ass in the air. She was tiny and short which made it difficult to enter her from behind at first, but she was able to tilt her hips higher in the air with the aid of a second cushion. I rubber her soft ass for a few seconds. Looking down and admiring the perfect shape and smoothness. I ran my thumb down the crack of her ass to her pink and very tight asshole. She giggled and tensed up a bit. I assured her that we would not take her asshole tonight, but in the near future we would. I grabbed some lube and ran it down her crack, letting it seep down into her asshole. I made sure that I had enough on my thumb as well. After rubbing her hole in tiny circles for a few seconds, she let her muscles relax, and then I slipped in my thumb. Gently, and slowly, until I was just past my nail. She tensed again, and moaned, to which I answered with me stuffing my cock in to her sopping pussy. The surprise off my cock made her buck her head and neck for a quick second. I thirsted into her a few times, to get her pussy worked up and for my thumb to help loosen her asshole a bit more before I shoved my whole digit into her. Now with my cock in her pussy and my thumb in her ass, I continued to fuck her as if my life depended on it. I rammed my self into her as fast and as hard as I could. Knocking her off the cushion, forcing her knees and hips to buckle under the pressure and force of my lust. I could see my friend out of the corner of my eye, jacking off to his girlfriend being ravaged by another man.
“You like my cock?” I asked gripping tighter to her hips. “You like being watched as I fuck you? You to see him jack off, watching you as my thumb is in your ass?”
She could barely answer each question. She was in the throws of silence, and pleasure. Again her mouth was agape, face was becoming flushed, ass I could feel her pussy contract around my cock. Just then, she released her self on to me. I could feel her entire body contact and spasms, as if she where being electrocuted. Her asshole tightens around my thumb as she squirted to what seemed to be and on going streams of her love juice. It ran off my cock and balls, onto the rug and cushion. At that point, my friend bolted off the couch. Knowing that he was about to cum, her grabbed her by the back of her head, and jerked off on her face. She waited and received his juices with her mouth open, flowing off her lips and chin. At that point, I too could not hold back, grabbing her hips again, and positioning my self over her, I continued to fuck her from behind, and unloaded my cum inside of her. Both of are juices mixed insider her.

After we all caught our breaths, we sat around and basked in the glow and amazement of what had transpired. I asked her how she felt, was it everything she expected? She responded with just a simple smile. I’ll take that as a yes.

Anniversary

2005-07-13T16:02:00.000-07:00

I really don't know when our "real" anniversary is. I know that we started seeing each other in January of 2001. Around May thru July we started to see more of each other and finally had sex in July...that I remember. So arbitrarily we decide that this year, July 13th would be our anniversary.

So how did we meet?

We both where music majors at the same university near the BEACH here in California. She already had a degree from another university in California in interior design. (Boy, how many people know who we are). We took a lot of the same classes and one day I was just asking her a question on the assignment that was due in 30 minutes. There was not spark. No chemistry, no magic. She was just a classmate and some one to hang out with between classes. A year or so later she was in need of a place to stay. I let her know that there was an apartment up in the building I was staying in. Not trying to lead her on, there was no malice intent. I just wanted to help her out because she was pretty stressed over having to look for a new place and not having the time to do it. Besides, I was closer to the campus than she was, living almost 20 minutes away, with no traffic, 45 with bumper to bumper.
It was a tiny studio, but it was a quiet place, with a pool, and access to my music references. So the rest just took care of it self. We would study together, talk, make food, and was they say.....The rest is history. In the spring of 2001, I was planning on doing my required recital for my degree. I honestly did not thing that we would be dating at the time, because I had my head up my ass. Besides, having to come up with over 45 minutes of music to play is quiet tough. So, as the semester ended, we spent more time together and started to feel like a couple. Other in her vocal class(she is a singer) asked if we where already married!

So why July 13th?...Well how about just the second Tuesday of July.

So sometime in late June of that year, we had our first kiss.........How do I know it was June? Because men remember things around various sports dates. Baseball's All-Star game is always the second Tuesday in July. That year, the game was played on July 10th. I know this because 1) I am a huge baseball fan. 2) My friend was in Seattle to watch it, and called me to tell me where he was sitting. When I answered the phone, she was coming in the door with a few burgers from down the street. The next morning, around 5 am was when we first had sex. So to me that is our anniversary....the day of the All-Star game.....or the second Tuesday of July. Two of the greatest American pastimes......baseball and sex.

So I have been thinking about sharing this blog with her. I know most of you who have a blog, care to keep it yourselves. What do you all think.

Oh yeah, for those of you who want to know what I got her for our anniversary; flowers of course and this......toy .

Don't talk with your mouth full.

2005-07-09T20:27:00.000-07:00

This is not the first time that I have been interrupted during a sexual act. Last night, my girlfriend said that I've worked so hard that last few weeks that she would give me a blow job. HOT DAM! And I didn't have to ask, hint, or beg for it. What a nice girl. So there she goes, willing and more that able, and about three moans into it, our roommate, "OUR DAUGHTER" COMES HOME!
She is not really our daughter, we just call her that. She is good friend from college who has fallen on hard times. She is such a mess. Divorced, no kids, no money, not a real good job, and is a Lesbian...4 out of 5 aint so bad. So she comes to us for advise, and never takes it. We tell her how hard-headed she is and walks away in a huff. She'll go off and does the opposite of what we tell her and then comes running to us asking why the fuck things don't work out for her......mmmmmmm.

So back to my hummer, after about 20 minutes of hearing how bad her day was and how she should have stayed at Starbucks Management Program, I got back to having my promise kept. We could hear her walking past our bedroom door, so I had to make sure that this one was quick. Sure as shit, as I'm about to cum, and my girlfriend is jerking me off, she, our "daughter" is walk past our door again. Now mind you the door is closed, tight, but not locked, and I'm trying to keep things quiet while I cum and my girlfriend is taking her thumb and rubbing the inside crown of my head. Where the face would be on the helmet...Picture it.
I'm crying, squrming, pulling the mattres out nof my ass, my fiance is laughing, our roommate is moppy and there is cum flying into my bellybutton. I now have a new found respect for you women who have your men cum on your tummys and have the lava flow in your innies. I guess outties don't have the same problem

Words of advise.

2005-07-08T15:34:00.000-07:00

Thanks to all who posted comments in my last entry. I will leave it up to my fiance as to weather she wants to swallow or not. I will say this, I am only her second lover she has ever had. That's right, only the second man ever to penetrate her. She tells me that she really does not count the first one at all. That he was never that good, or seemed interested in having sex with her while they dated. Hmmmmmm.... so I ask her, if I am her first ever, then I have to show her what a man wants and how to do it? This would be a blessing for some men, but for me, it seems to be a bit more challenging.

Granted I have more experience and know what I like, but she has a hard time telling me what she likes. She gets embarrassed about opening up her inner sexual self to me. Also at issue is that most of her friends don't want to discuss sex or their sex lives, even if it's a girls night out. Well a few will, but they both live far enough from us that it is difficult to see them. I have though about getting her to share her thoughts with on this blog. I think it would do her some good. Think about it. For most of us here, we like to read about others lives, as if they where soaps, where the people are real. Faceless and anonymous at times, but none the less, real. For some reason I think that blogging like this would make her feel unconfortable. She is weird like that. This month marks our 4 year anniversary, and in that time I have asked her about what she likes and what she wants me to do. Of course, touch is the main turn on. She just wants me to continue to caress her, and her outer lips. Tease her. Occasionally run my finger tips over her clit. She loves it when I just message her whole pussy. Like if I where to message her feet.

I guess what I want from her is to let her inhibitions go. To free her self of any kind of embarrassment. I can understand a bit of what she is facing...First off, and not that it ever is an issue, is that she is a plus size women. Not overly, but pleasant. I don't have an issue about what she looks like(I'm a big guy too), because I fell in love with her mind and her heart. I always tell her that. Shit, she is the only women in her office that gets flowers, and I send them just because I want to send them. No reason, just sending flowers because I love her. I guess at our age, we can do that. We're both in our mid to late 30's DINK's (Double Income No Kids) and in that, we dont have to hide or play anykind of games. When we go out, or even at home, she likes to graze her hand across my balls or cock. Just in that non-discript way, like a small breeze of air......"Oh, did I just graze your cock. I'm sorry."

The other day she did let her guard down a bit. I was behind her, doggie style, when she mumbled that she wanted me to go faster. I stopped, and pulled out.
"What? You want me to fuck you faster?" My hands where rubbing her ass.
"Why did you stop, come on", at this point she was trying to back into me. I put a stop to that buy giving her a little smack on the ass, asking her again if she wanted my to fuck her faster. I was trying to make her say it. Make her talk dirty and kinda beg for it. I played it up a bit and asked her if bad girls get fucked hard, as I did, I slipped in my cock, and let her ride me, back and forth. I smacked her ass again, "Do bad girls get fucked hard?"
"Yes they do"
"Are you a bad girl?"
"Yeah", and with that I grabbed her hips and went to town. I was going as fast and as hard as I could that I was slipping on the carpet! I was losing my footing! I'M NOT JOKING!.

In any case, it ended with a rather large volley of my cum shooting passed her ear, on to my side of the bed(GREAT!) with the rest landing on her plump ass. I just know that she wants to let go, must be afraid that I might think less of her. I told her, in a kidding manner, that behind the bedroom door, she is my fuck toy. I just know that my fuck toy is not exploring her full erotic self yet.
I know she has it in her, the erotic, the drive and need for sex, as much as I do. The other day I was about to rub one out before taking a shower, when she suggested me sliding my cock between her tits insted. 40 C's! I wasn't about to say no. She helped me by cupping my balls as I was cumming. Later that night I asked her if she like watching me jack off on her tits. She said that she loved it and wanted to do it again. That nasty girl is in there, she just need help in escaping.

I need your help.

2005-06-25T09:14:00.001-07:00

I was reading Smutty Thoughts ,and how her man taste like peach. Wow. I tasted my self after I've given it a tug. I can't seem to taste anything. Some girls swear that they can and will not attemted to allow cun in their mouths. This is where I have a dilemma. I would like, LIKE my fiance to try, TRY to let me cum in her mouth. I'm not asking her to swallow, even thought that would be the best. I told her that all I want her to do is try. Let me cum inside her mouth and she can spit it out.

We have a roommate that told her that one time she swallowed, and the trick is to let the cum land on the back of your tongue. It you get it on the tip or front have of the tongue, your going to taste it. And if he doesn't eat right, meaning lots of fast food and not enough water, that it's going to taste bad.

So I'm asking you good people in blog land. What is the best way to help my fiance overcome her fear of tasting cum, and what should I do to change my flavor. I know that there is little I can do now about how I taste. I drink about a gallon of water a day, I stay away from fast food. I heard that beer would help a bit. Anyone have some insight?

I see you.

2005-06-25T08:30:00.000-07:00

This is a fantasy of mine. I would love to come home to this.

My cell phone rings. The caller I.D. shows your name and number. My cock starts to harden and heart starts to beat faster.

You ask me to come over. The door will be unlocked, and the blinds will be open wide enough to see you on the couch.

I find an excuse to leave my class early. Washing my hands, thinking about what you could have planned for me. Will you be in the shower; will you be on the floor; will you be on the bed with your ass in the air. I wonder what you would wear ass well. Your red bra and garter belt, with the fishnets. Or your purple boxer shorts. The ones you where wearing when I caught you masturbating on the edge of the bed. Perhaps the silk P.J.'s, or perhaps nothing at all.

I rush out of class. I cut my way around downtown traffic. Smoking in the car, flicking ashes on the passenger seat. I try to keep cool but it is very difficult. The anticipation of me shoving my cock into your pussy is overwhelming. I just want to take my cock out of my pants now and beat off.

I make it out to the back roads. Smoking another cigarette. I get within a mile from your house. With 5 more traffic lights to go, I call you like you asked.
"I'm close."
"Beautiful. Be very quiet as you drive up." She hangs up.
One more light, one more stop sign, right turn, left turn into the driveway, fourth house on the left. I turn the headlight off, coast the car in to the driveway, park along side your car. I grab my smokes, and quietly walk up to your porch. I see the lights on in the living room and glance through the window.
There you are.

On the couch. Candles dimly light up the room. That's John Coltrain on the stereo. You are wearing one of my white dress shirts, and my red tie, buttoned just below your tits. I can see it is way to big for your tiny body. The barely black seamed thigh highs that I just bought you, and your black heels. You have managed to blind fold your self with a sash off one of your robes. Lying next to you is a bottle of lube. In your hands is your favorite dildo. Your working your dildo in and out of your already shaved wet pussy. Slowly letting the head enter, spreading your lips. I can see by the way your lips quiver that your enjoying it. Deeper it goes in, until you fill your self up. Your arch your back in pleasure, and gasp. You continue to fuck your self as I stand on the porch. Watching you fuck your self.

Do you know that I'm here? Did you hear my car pull up? Can you feel my looking at your? Can you feel how hard my cock is getting, needing to be released?
I light another smoke. You heard my lighter. Your cracked a small smile, and your cheeks are blushed. You stop for a second. You know that I'm outside. I will not come inside until I see you cum. I draw on my cigarette. You continue to work or dildo. Deeper, and wetter is becomes. I unzip my pants and rub the head of my cock. I have a huge drop of precum that I'm using as lube. Your moving that dildo in and out, faster, faster. Both hands now on the end of it. Working it the delight and passion. Cum on it. Cum on that big cock. Faster, faster, faster. I see your begin to shudder, and quiver, I hear your breath, gasping , and your moans.

Does it excite you that I'm not in the room, close to you. That I can only see you through the window. Does it excite you to know that I'm pleasuring myself to you?
Do you want me to come in the house now? Do want me to wait until you come?

Keep fucking that dildo, faster, harder. Make that sweet pussy cum. I see that it wants to explode. Make it squirt and rush all over your thighs and hands. Make it cum for me.

Footnote to last entry: Neighborly Love.

2005-06-16T15:13:00.000-07:00

Last might my fiance' told me that one of the two girls that live next door to us ask is she could borrow our mop.

WHAT THE FUCK?

My soon-to-be wife said sure and off the girl went. We the other night one of the two as getting fucked good and hard...again. The following day, I see the mop made it back to the house. I commented on that, and my sweet love said, "Yeah, they are over here every other day to see if they can borrow a few things from us. Pretty soon there come over and ask if they can borrow your cock!"

Man I hope so.

Neighborly love.

2005-06-14T16:13:00.000-07:00

I love my neighbors. My fiancé would differ at times. There is common wall we share with two college age girls. In their early 20’s or so, and by what took place the other night, very active sex lives.

I guess the school year has just ended, because these girls had a few friends over on a Friday night. We both didn’t mind the music, or the loud chatter about this class or that class, or that professor or that she is a cunt for giving her the grade that she got, so on, and so on. There where some male voices that could be heard and the night wore on, the chatter diminished quite a bit. Now the common wall where the girls bed room is located, is the wall in our second bedroom/office (I have a small business)

I had some terrible heartburn that forced me out of bed. In I go to the kitchen for some baking soda and water, that usually does the trick. I walked into the second bedroom to check some e-mails, and let the baking soda take effect. With in minutes, I heard one of the girls moan, and pant, and whimper, and moan, and yelp out loud. I take it that one of the guys stayed over to fuck one of these girls. “Fuck, keep going, keep going.” and then the “mmmmmmm hmmmmmm”. I’m sure that he wasn’t fucking her just yet, because I could not hear the bed make noise or hear it slam up against the wall.
In a few short minuets, she came, with a loud, drawn out, “ OH GODDDDDDDDD, mmmmmmmmm FUCK!”

I was hard. I mean I was HARD. I have seen both girls and they are HOT. Nice assess, nice tits. One is a bit small, but she makes up for it in her lips. So I had to root for the guy giving it good to my neighbors. Naturally, I whip my cock out of my shorts and start to give my self a tug. I hear them giggling, and some kissing, and his voice asking her is she needs a towel. A TOWEL? FOR WHAT? This boy needs to keep the slobber down to a minimum I though. Either that or she squirted. In my minds eye, she squirted! Just them, my better half walks in on me as I’m roughing up the suspect.

“What are you doing?” whispering and giggling as she does when she catches me with my cock in my hand.

“SSSSSSSHHHHHHHH. One of the girls is getting fucked right now!”

“OH GOD!” she said in that tone that my fiancé gets when she disapproves of what I do. Then it started. The bed was knockin’ and the walls there rock’n. Boy, this girl was loud, and I mean loud. She was screaming and groaning. Like porn stars screaming and groaning, with all the acting thrown in I’m sure.

Well, this all lead up to my fiancé coming over and giving me a hand and her mouth as we both listened to this girl getting her brains fucked out. With my fiancé on her knees, taking in as much of me as she could (she has a small mouth), and running her nails over my tight ball sack, I grabbed the back of her hair, as softly but forcefully as I could, with out hurting her, and helped her slid up and down my cock. I asked her if hearing the girl next door get fucked made her wet. “Mmmm, kinda”. And with that she got up and straddles me in my chair, and slowly started to grind away on my cock. Looking deep into each other’s eyes, she moved in small circles, her wet cunt dripping juices onto my ball and the chair. We fuck in contrast to the girl next door. Slow and long, all the while the young girl was getting rammed like a cheap whore. With every moan, with every yelp and groan, it made both of us gets closer and closer to climaxing together. Never had I, nor my love ever reach orgasm together in the 5 plus years we have been together, and just as the young girl next door was about to cum, I leaned in and kissed my lover, trusted my hips deeper into her and shot myself into her wet pussy. I shudder as she kept grinding her hips and pussy into me, and the warm hot cum that I felt insider her. I think that by now my fiancé, my love, would now have a different opinion of our little neighbor girls.

Rubbing one out.

2005-06-05T08:12:00.000-07:00

Like I mentioned before, I am new to this bloc world. I've barely had time to read all the entries in the links I've listed. One did make me horny, to the point that I had to take my cock out and rub one out. Inside the Mind of a Virgin shared her masturbation ways with the bloc world. The though of a virgin being as horny as she was, who needed to Fuji, and had to rub one out her self. I too had an "explosion". I could not wait for my fiance to arrive, to suck me off.

So I sat at the edge of our Cal King bed, went through my vast collection of porn tapes, found a scene that would help me with my right hand, and off I went.

The young 5 foot nothing hot Latin girl was being spread wide open buy this huge 6 foot plus Italian guy. This cock was sooooooo fucking big in her tiny snach that, you could see it being stretched to the hilt. She was making soooooo much fucking noise that I couldn't hold back. I've seen this tape a million times, and just hearing her cumming, her yelps and screams of pleasure, get me off.

I wonder if Mind of a Virgin makes as much noise when she cums on her hand. I know all women are different in how they masturbate and how they cum. I knew one girl that would hump the side of her bed, the edge, with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed, and grind away. She had been doing that since she was 11.

Her first other man, part 2

2005-05-31T15:59:00.000-07:00

Part two of the story. Some of the events are true, but mostly embellished to
promote the material.

She walked in to the living room wearing a silk pajama top. A light mint green that she had purchased at FredrickÂs earlier that day, along with a silk and lace black garter belt. With a tiny rose on the front and small red bows at the ends of the straps; and or course barely black seamed stockings, and no panties. Her vagina was trimmed, and clean shaven on the sides. Something she had done since she was 15, when she bought her first bikini for a Church Social trip to the beach. Her best friend showed her how to keep from getting razor burn from the salt water.
She did mention that she wanted to buy some ÂslutyÂ shoes, but couldnÂt afford them; so instead, she had on the shoes that she wore to her senior prom. They where black, simple, with a nice sensible strap and pointed heel. She tried to make her way to the couch, but the Vodka and heels seemed to be a task, no to mention that now there where two naked men in the room. Both ready to gentle explore and ravage her at will. We waited for her to position her self on the couch. My friend lit the room with some scented candles that she always had on for there love making sessions. I added the music: Pink FloydÂs ÂDarkside of the MoonÂ. A great album to fuck too.
She took a deep breath and laid her hands off to her side. One side of her PJÂs showed her tiny yet very perky and firm breast. I made my way over, as did my friend. He on her left side, caressing her breast over her silk PJÂs. I ran my fingertips over her thighs, over her stockings, over the clasp, under her knee, and down her shin. She was now blindfolded and could only tell who was who by the pressure of touch. Working my way to her inner thigh, the side of her knee and up to her pelvis. I followed the crease line of her hips, over her lap, and just above her pubic mound. Her pubic hair was soft, down like, barely grown out to fullness. She began to grind her hips to my contact, and sway her torso to my friends touch. He was kissing the back of her neck, and playing with her nipples, whispering to her, ÂYou like being touched by two men?Â
ÂYes, I love it, Â as he gapped for a breath. Panting with long and shallow breaths, she quivered as he shifted his hands across her chest, down to her stomach. Her hard abs melted to the heat of his palm. Continuing to pant, I ran my fingers over her feather soft pubic hair, barely between her lips. They began to swell, puffy, pink and ready to be touched. I stayed away from her pussy as long as I could, out of respect for my friend. I would not enter her until he said it was ok.

ÂPut your fingers inside me. Please. Please.Â She lifted her hip higher and towards me. I continued to avoid entering her. My friend grabbed her land and laid it across his lap. Spreading her to reveal her the wetness that had began. She slipped out of her PJ tops, and I followed suite in moving her leg to my lap. She was wide, wet and ready. Still I held back. Good thing I did, as my friend initiated move intimate contact, by kissing her stomach, and began to orally stimulate her. Licking that fresh pussy. Kissing those swollen lips, gliding his tongue up her crease to her throbbing and engorged clit. As he thrashed about, her had searched for something to hang onto. I was all too happy to position my cock in a way that she could grab hold and stroke me. Her soft and creamy hands felt like velvet on my head and shaft. She used the pad of her thumb over the head; bring me to the brink of exposition. With out warning, she tugged my cock towards he mouth and swallowed me whole. To the base. I was sure ready to left my self-go in her mouth, her warm, eager mouth. I could feel the vibrations of her moans as my friend sucked on her swollen clit. Salvia began to drip off her chin, pumping my cock in her mouth faster and harder. Her tiny hand barely wrapped around my cock, sliding up and down.
Just then, I see her face blush and mouth agape. Silence flowed out as a big gasp for air filled the void. He entered her. This plump cock had entered her, parting her lips, just enough for her to feel the pressure and heat. Slowly he continued. Painfully slow. Her gaps turned to yelps and whimpers. Her hips tilted on the couch to meet his penetration. Her legs higher in the air nestled under his arms. He reached for her garter belt and plunged into her.

Virginity

2005-05-29T10:11:00.000-07:00

I have been reading alot of Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut entries. I feels sorry for this poor girl. SHE NEEDS A COCK AND NOW!.
Take your time.

Your first sex should be the best sex. The setting has to be right.

Romantic, sensual, tender, and erotic.

Your Prince will arrive soon, my dear.

Can you picture Cinderella on the first night she had sex with the Prince?
Under that huge ball gown, seamed stockings, white silk thong, padded bra, and the door way to the kingdom of happy-ever-after land waiting to be opened for the first time.

My first blog, her first other man....

2005-05-29T09:06:00.000-07:00

Hi All! I;m new to this blog and would like to share some of my stories with you all. I am a hopeless romantic who loves to fuck! And I fuck hard and nasty. I love to see women in lingerie and help them release there inhibitions. I an engaged have a wonderful sex life with a women who has only had one other partner, other than myself. So these stories help release me of some frustration that I have, due to the inexperience my lover has. Don't get me wrong, she loves to fuck, but just has a hard time being the nasty-sluty-whore I want behind closed doors.
All men want the Madonna/Whore in there lives, it's just some of us are lucky enough to find her.
I have been reading some other blogs,like Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut and, Lingere Dreams decided to give this a shot.

This is a story that I though about on the way home from work a few days ago. Some of the events are true but otherwise embellished to promote the material and to hide the guilty from persecution.

I have always loved sex. From the time I first entered a vagina at 13, I have not known anything that could feel as good, powerful, emotional, and yet so fragile that to have sex with a women. Any kind of sex is good sex. Make-up sex, one night-sand sex, angry sex, first time sex, even bad sex can have an up side to it.
She had just left a relationship of over 3 years. He was to be "The One". Tall, strong, swimmers body, kind and loving, but with a wild streak in him that left her unsure about spending the rest of her life with him. He is a friend of mine and I met her through him.
There were the occasional innuendos about a sex with her, flirting, asking if he was man enough for her. She played along, until one night she mentioned to me, "He is the only man I've ever had sex with until now. I want to know what another man"s cock feels like inside my pussy."
They began dating when she was 19 and he was 25. Quite a spread of time, but he knew that he could develop this shy, mousy girl into a sex kitten with a little self assurances and personal attention. He wanted to make her his fuck toy, and he did. He got her to feel her sexuality internally and externally by telling her how lucky she was. He got her to wear thongs and g-strings and abolish any of her old panties and bras for new ones Fredrick's, Victoria and the likes. She began to love the idea of being an object of desire while still putting on the innocent front that she always carried with her.
They would go to dinner and a show, and he would pick out the garter belt and stocking he wanted her to wear under her dress. She would ask, "What kind of underwear do I wear?" "None" he replied and told her there was a method to his madness. Sure enough he would run his hands up her skirt over her nylon legs, felling the smooth material until it met her freshly shaven legs. The metal clasp of the garter was a lock on sexual feeling she had never felt in her young life. Up her thigh, over the top of her barely nude, seamed stocking, closer to her hip and the crease of her pubic area.
She began to giggle, and pant. Contemplating where she would encourage him to continue to explore her, in such a public area. The pain and anticipation of his hand caressing over her still virginal pussy was too much to handle. She began to squirm in her chair, like she would do at work when she a fleeting fantasy of a man she wanted to fuck. Grinding in small circles, stimulating her pussy to create dampness that only meant one thing. "I need to cum."
In deed that evening she came and came and came and discovered that she could squirt after hours of foreplay that included him fingering her in the back of the movie theater. Trying desperately to hold back the whimpers and yelps of ecstasy she came on the seat, leaving a small stain. "I told you, you where going to make me pee." To her it was "pee"; to him it was her awakening.

This is where I arrive into the picture. We had fun throwing around the idea of three- way sex for a while. My friend would let me watch and participate with him in bringing other pleasures to his girlfriend. The only this that held back this encounter was her agreement that she had to be prepared mentally for it. And on this one evening she was.
After a few Margaritas, a few more beers and cigarettes, we ended up at his place. She kept some of her more provocative lingerie there for his entertainment. Only now she had an overnight bag with a few more new items that she wanted to use on this night. So she had been contemplating this for a while and now she was ready. As he mixed a few more drinks, I prepaid my self in the restroom. Washed my shaved balls and cock. Rinsed my mouth with mouth wash, and waited as she came out of the second bathroom.
She and a well shaped body, medium size frame and tits about 34B. They might have been small but very sensitive, especially her left one. "Before we get started, I want to say that when I stay STOP, keep going until you to fuck me into a coma." We agreed. "Now, I want to do this my way, so don't put your cocks in me until I ask you too." We agreed. And with that she asked to be blind folded and touched. Nothing more that touched all over her silky body. Tenderly running my fingertips over her skin.