Rack the Jipper

Isn't it strange

2007-03-11T10:39:00.000-05:00

Sometimes you dredge up these memories from who knows where about people in your past. People you may never even have slept with. I woke up this morning with a raging erection and no one to satisfy it. As I ran through the basic (current) repertoire of women/fantasies, none of them were working. Then, I felt like I'd traveled through a worm hole and arrived back in college. Suddenly I was thinking about a luscious co-ed named Sandy that I'd have died to get inside of at the time. Just thinking of her in a paticular spandex outfit she used to wear around the dorm was enough for me. I was very suddenly done.

Then I got to thinking about the ones that slipped away. The ones I should've, would've, could've had. One of my uncles told me once. "Never pass up a piece of pussy. You can get that pussy again, but you can never get that piece again." As I get older I realize more and more what he meant. How many times have you had a 'headache' (btw - sex is a fantastic cure for most headaches.) How many times did it just seem like too much effort to be sexy for your partner?

Or to accept a new partner into yourself? To take that unknown cock and feed your ravenous sexual being, but being too concerned about whether it was the right thing to do or whether he was the one. (Yes, I'm writing from the female perspective on that - most of you are women after all). So, my advice today. GO get some cock. Feed on it, nourish your fantasy, live your fantasy. Make it happen.

Night of Fire

2007-01-21T21:05:00.000-05:00

As I bring the logs inside to build a fire, you gather pillows to lay in front of the hearth. I shiver with cold and smile with anticipation. It's a perfect night for the fire. It's been snowing all day in that peaceful snowfall that takes forever to accumulate. The roofs and trees are covered in a layer of white powder. I've been thinking about a fire all day. The dark room filled with the snap and crackle of the flickering flames. The soft groans as the logs reseat themselves.

You open a nice cabernet to sip fireside. I build a nice fire, but not a roaring blaze. Lots of fingers of burnt yellows and golds dance among the glowing orange of the coals. Smoke drifts effortlessly up the flue to the chimney disappearing and scenting the air outside for any passersby and the deer in the woods. The wind is strangely silent. Other than the fire we only hear each other breathe as we sip wine. The warmth of the fire on our toes as our bodies warm each other.

Your scent intoxicating in the night. There is no urgency. We have all night. Light caresses on the back of your hand remind us both of the sensual delights to follow. The heady aroma of the ripe fruit wafting from the crystal stems in our hands mixes with the smell of you. My nostrils flare in an effort to capture more. To breathe you in deeper. To consume all of you.

We make soft sounds without words. Our finger light touches conveying our thoughts. I see our reflection in the gentle curve of the wine bottle. A miniature portrait ever changing with the fires nuance. The soft glow making the scene richer and deeper than any lens could capture. Our caresses move to soft languid kisses. Our moist lips breaking way for our tongues to dance together.

The sensual electricity building slowly. The ache becoming more fierce. Our explorations continue. Slowly, buttons are undone and more flesh exposed. Mapped by our curious fingers and tongues. Wet paths shimmer in the light of the crackling fire. Igniting our skin and nerves with deeper passion. Finally we join as one. Moving rhythmically Our flesh sliding together. Enveloping us in a sweet caress of energy. Hands become liquid fire to our senses. Urging us to release. Sweat drips down our bodies as we move. The sounds of our union drowning out the soft chorus of the fire.

Stoking each other to a crescendo that leaves us spent. Our only sound the gasp for air as we cool like the embers of the dying fire. Our limbs entwined in union and warmth. The sleepy smiles as we gaze into each other eyes punctuated by tender kisses. The culmination of a perfect night as we drift off to sleep under the soft blanket. The embers of the fire fading into darkness.

From Behind

2007-01-18T22:09:00.000-05:00

Your lithe body is silhouetted at the window as you gaze at the street below. You smile as you sense my eyes traveling up from your long leather boots with the spike heel. The warmth crawls up your thighs as you feel my eyes moving higher. Your pussy tingles as you imagine me caressing your ass through your panties. You are dressed exactly as we discussed. The smooth skin of your back tightens as you lean forward to focus my attention on your ass. Your hair sways and tingles your skin as you move. Your nipples hard with your desire. The warmth growing in your pussy. Your chest tight.

Your legs spread as you lean closer to the window. Bending further at the waist. Your panties pulling up into the lips of your sex. You can feel the lace on your throbbing blood engorged clit. Every movement magnified and enhanced. It's all you can do to keep facing the window. You lick your seemingly dry lips. Pointed tongue circling like the tip of a hard cock probing you to suck it. you push the tease further, your mind racing. You wonder if anyone can see you in the window of the hotel room from the street. The wanton slut about to get fucked from behind. Hands on the window as you thrust back to meet my raging cock thrusting into you.

I still haven't moved, I can clearly see the wetness spreading through your panties. My thick cock is stiff in front of me. Seeking your warm grasping depths. It pulses with my increasing heart rate. Soon, it will be sheathed deep in your clenching box. Your lips spreading wider and wider as I thrust into you. You let out a low moan as my fingers trace a line up your hip and side across your ribs and up into your hair. The strands pulling taut as my fingers pull them into a thick knot. I pull your head back to clear your throat for my bite, the tendons and muscles in your neck stand out with the strain.

The steaming moisture from my lips searing you to the core. You feel the hardness of my cock slip between your tight thighs.The hard knob rubbing between your lips. My other hand coming around you to grasp your nipple. Squeezing. Pulling it away from your body. The sharp pain a lightning contrast to my lips caressing your neck. The salty taste washing across my tongue. I push your head forward; away from me. Bending you at the waist. My cock dragging across your sex. Your hips buck hard back into me. I push your panties the side and slap my cock against your clit. Hard. You can hear the sound clearly in the room.

The sound quickly overtaken by the hoarse, "Fuck me. Please fuck me." You need that cock inside you. Rampant, fucking you. Stabbing your cunt with viscious thrusts. The force of our fuck making the window shimmer under your hands. My root buried deep inside your body. You bite your lip in your passion. Animal grunts between us as we fuck. Our skin slapping together. My hands twisting your tits hard in my hands. Pulling at your nipples. The pressure building in you. A triangle of current. Your tits and pussy. My hand pulling your hair harder as my orgasm draws close.

Your face pushed against the window. Neck twisted. The side of your lips on the cool glass. My cock feels huge inside you. "Cum." A few more thrusts and your hair pulled harder. "Cum. Cunt. Cum on my hard cock. Take it." The spasm rips through your body. You feel your pussy gush over my thick pulsing cock as we come together. My weight pushing you fully against the glass as you shake and scream with passion.

As quickly as it started, I am gone. The door clicking closed softly behind me as I return to my own room. You sink to the floor next to the window your legs no longer able to support your weight. Muscles shaking with post tremors. Breath ragged and deep. My cum leaking from your stretched, sore, satiated pussy. Your hand slipping down to feel our combined juices dripping down your thighs from your swollen sex. Eyes closed as you relive the furious fuck. Everything as you imagined.

Your move

2006-11-18T22:18:00.000-05:00

You look up from your drink, expectant, nervous. You fidget with the hem of your mini-skirt. Tugging, smoothing the seam. Your manicured nails scratching lightly at your skin. Agonizing. Your panties already wet with anticipation. Is this what he wants? Do I look good enough?

I watch you from the entrance. Hidden from view. Tantalizing. Captivating. My arousal makes itself known. A stirring in my trousers that only culminates one way. Inside you. Deep, deep inside you. I smile as I see your nerves and your self control. And then it's loss as you twirl your hair through your fingers. The soft suppleness a contrast to your thoughts of my hard flesh.

Suddenly, I'm sitting in front of you. My deep smile holding you frozen even as you suck in your breath in surprise. Everything you imagined. Tailored clothing, a hint of musk in my cologne, and perfectly styled hair. The gleam in my eye and the light smirk on my lips captures you and holds you in my sway. Before you can stammer a greeting, I'm holding a finger to your lips. The contact electric and unexpected. "My lovely..." I say. "No words." I stand and wave toward the door. "Shall we?" We both know the question is rhetorical. We both know why you are here.

The beep of the hotel key in the slot is loud in the quiet hall. I open the door and enter. Pausing just inside. You begin to step forward, but my hand motions you to stop. "Strip." The word is quiet, but it rocks you on your heels. Your breathing stops. This is it, the moment of no return. You glance down the hall and lick your lips. "Please." You say as you look at me. My only reply is to raise my eyebrow and let the door close a few inches.

Your hands tug at your blouse. The thin silk sliding out of your skirt. I watch expectantly as you unbutton each button and the silk flutters to the carpet in the hall. Defiant, you unzip the mini and then unhook your bra. They join your blouse on the floor. I can see your wetness on your panties. They are soaked through at your sex. I imagine the swelling of your lips as your heart pulses and pounds in your chest. your breathing quickens as you glance down the hall at the chime. The elevator arrives with another guest.

I pause to enhance the effect and then step aside to allow your passage into the room. You've passed the first test. The door closes with your clothes outside the door. The loud click of the bolt slamming home is overloud in your ears. Trapped in the very place you wanted, you don't know how to react. Your cheeks are flushed with humiliation and excitement. Blood coursing through your veins, pounding in your ears. Deafening in the silence. I pour champagne from the prepared bottle and savor a sip. The bubbles gliding over my palate and stimulating me further. I look toward the bed and you move without being told. Your fantasy is about to commence for real.

A new beginning

2006-09-02T23:57:00.000-05:00

I can feel the roots of your hair still damp from dancing at the club as my fingers glide up the back of your neck to pull your hair into a knot. This way, I can can control you. Your head turning where I want. Moving forward or back as I please. Bringing your lips to mine. Halting just short of the kiss you desire. Your pulse pounding. I can see the beat echoed on the veins in your neck as you look up expectantly. Searching my face for the permission to push forward for your reward. The taste of my lips on yours.

I look into your eyes, seeing your need, your hunger. It grows. Taking on a life of its own. A soft whimper in the dimness your only sign of weakness. Given the choice you'd be on your knees. Questing forward to engulf me in your wet mouth. Your hands clench and unclench at your sides. You yearn to touch me. To pull yourself to me and reveal your rising ache. To force me to touch you.

Your nipples ache. Hard and full with blood. They strain through the thin cotton of your shirt. Hard points on your soft inviting mounds. You lick your lips in nervous energy. A misstep you realize as soon as your tongue is visible. Too late. I've seen you. I pull you further back further from your desire. I lightly turn you and fling you toward the bed.

"Strip slut. Show me what you have kept hidden from the others." Suddenly self conscious at what is happening to you you hesitate. "Now, did you not give yourself to me? You offered yourself. Now, strip."

The buttons slip in nervous fingers and you pull the garment. Popping buttons to click and clack on the floor. Your skirt flutters down beside them. You hesitate only a moment with your panties and then you are naked. Vulnerable before my gaze. I move around you as though a buyer examining goods. Searching for flaws on your smooth skin, your supple, lithe form.

A new awakening in your pussy startles you. A heat spreading from your core. You can feel your lips slip against each other as you move. Wet with your desire to be fucked. Your hand creeps toward your lips to sample the juice. You stop with an effort. It was in the rules we discussed. No touching yourself without permission. "Good girl." I smile as I move toward you.

I push my cock between your lips. Thrusting deep. You almost gag, then relax as I fill your throat with my fat cock. My scent fills your nostrils and you breath deep as I withdraw. The thought of your mouth taking all my cock makes you surge forward to take me inside you. I fuck your face with deep strokes. Your lips and cheeks bulge as my flesh fills you. My soft groan is all you need to push you over to climax. Orgasm rips through you as you deep throat my cock.

"Play with your pussy. Show me how bad you want it." Permission granted your fingers fly to your clit. Rubbing little circles as your hips grind forward to maximize the pressure. Your head bobbing on my hard cock as you bring yourself closer to another climax. As you breath quickens my need to cum becomes too much. As another orgasm pulses through your body I pull my cock out of your mouth and spray my hot cum over your lips, tongue and cheeks. My cream bathing your skin. My hot cock rubbing it in. Slipping over your skin as I rub it back and forth over your cheeks and lips and down your chin. "That's a good slut. Lick it up. Show me how much you love it."

Last Rites

2006-08-24T23:39:00.000-05:00

As you dressed for the funeral, you contemplated the tight black suit you'd be wearing. Despite the heavy situation, a little part of your brain was still in fuck mode. Your body still awash in the sensations of our last fuck. The sweating, groaning, pounding against the headboard. The neighbors banging on the thin walls to quiet us down.

With a smirk, you slip over to the dresser and pull out some hot lingerie, you consider going sans panties, but you like the feeling of the thong in the crack of your ass so you grab it too. Dressing quickly, so I won't notice, you snap the garters into place and slip on the black pumps next to the bed. You feel a slight tingle deep in your core. The knowledge that you are wearing scandalous, nearly see through underwear a hot thrill as you slide into the car next to me.

Your pulse is already up and you don't know why. "For fucks sake, we're going to a funeral, not a night club," you think to yourself. I'm such a slut. You know the funeral is perfunctory attendance due to my work. I have to see and be seen to keep my standing on the corporate ladder. You push away thoughts of my hard cock thrusting deep into your pussy.

As the organ plays in the hollows of the church, you gaze into the coffin at the rich ruby silk. Such a waste of good material you think bitchily. My god, have some respect, you hussy. Shut up, you want that dick as much as I do. Yes, you sigh in concession. On the ride to the cemetery, you can't seem to quit thinking about sex. You want a hardcore pounding. Screaming into the pillow as I fuck you hard. Your gaze continually drawn to my shoulders in the soft wool of my suit.

The tiny stripes of silver in my tie glisten in the sun. They remind of the handcuffs in the top drawer next to the bed. Suddenly, you realize you are wet. Not just damp, but dripping wet. Your pussy is pulsing and throbbing in need of my fat cock. You glance down to the bottom of my silk tie. Imagining my straining cock slipping in and out of your wet mouth. The heat of my skin on your tongue nearly overwhelming you.

I realize something is amiss. I lean down and whisper in your ear. My hot breath igniting an even deeper fire. You squeeze your legs together to calm yourself and only succeed in trapping your thong in between your pussy lips. Soaked through and teasing your flesh. You hold your breath for fear you'll gasp aloud. "What is wrong?" I say. You hear, "Want to Fuck?" You realize it's your imagination. You simply look into my eyes. I know you well enough that I can see your need. My eyes go wide at the thought. I hide my smile for the benefit of the old geezers around us as I contemplate your condition.

I think about throwing your legs over my shoulders as I fuck you solidly 'til you are limp. The sound my fat cock will make as it pushes in and out of your hot dripping box. Stopping in the middle of our torrid fuck to slide the head up and down your swollen lips. Teasing you as I look into your eyes as you beg for more of my cock. "Please, fuck me. Put it back in. I'm going to cum." Your hands grasping at my body to pull me into you. Your hips writhing in anticipation of the fullness you feel when you are impaled on my cock. Your orgasm rocking your body and pushing your mind to it's limit.

Then I'm coming. Spraying my hot seed all over your tits, stomach and pussy. Painting you with my cum. The heat searing your flesh. Ah, fuck yes.

Soon baby. Soon.

Teaching in the trenches

2006-08-17T21:54:00.000-05:00

So how do you teach a woman how to please you? A tricky question with a lot of subtle nuance. Being in a position to tell someone something that could trainwreck your relationship is never easy. How you actually do it might mean the difference in keeping the relationship alive and sending it spiraling down the proverbial toilet.

It all starts with a kiss doesn't it? The approach, the first contact with your lips. The hunger, the passion, the delicate nature of your lips and tongues exploring each other. Creating greater passion and need in the other. Heart racing faster and faster. If your partner doesn't kiss well, most people would simply end things. However, does it need to be that way? Can you teach someone a new way to kiss? A new way to approach that most basic of sexual interactions?

The way they touch you, the things they say, the way they move. We've all had the fuck of our lives. Can you teach someone how to truly please you when they have been having sex for a decade or more? Are people trainable or do they go through life with the same sexual style and techniques? To be used over and over again.

We've all heard that many women fake orgasm. We saw it effectively demonstrated years ago in When Harry Met Sally. Yes, I'll have what she's having. Maybe women fake orgasm because their partners don't take the time to find out what really pleases their partner and then further be willing to execute to that need. To put aside the male need to simply Rut. That in itself can be hot and result in amazing sex for both partners, but who wants a jack hammer all the time? Who wants to be one?

I'm very serious in this question. How can I approach a woman to help her understand my needs without making her feel like she's a failure at sex? Do I have to say it? Are there ways to simply guide her to new places and methods? Hmmm... then there is the old adage that you never really understand something until you teach someone else. Food for my own thought.

Tell me...

2006-08-10T21:27:00.000-05:00

What are your deepest fantasies. What gets you hot when you are all alone? What fantasies do you have that you never told anyone? Post as comments or send me e-mail.

Release

2006-07-26T18:36:00.000-05:00

Sweat licks your skin as it courses down your body. You've been riding my cock like a rampant slut. Over and over you rise to plunge down. Pushing me deeper into your depths. Your pussy grasping me tight. The heat radiating from your body behind your cries of passion. Tangled hair wet and matted. Clinging to your heaving breasts.

The bonds on my wrists prevent my hands from touching you. I'm yours for the evening. I remember your words as you realized you'd won our little bet. "You are all mine for one night. My pleasure is all that matters." To be in your tight grasp I certainly don't mind. As you positioned me on the bed, I could see the fire in your eyes. Something primal and dark.

"Don't you dare cum," you shriek as you see me closing on loss of control. My eyes roll back as I fight to keep it inside. Despite the cock ring, I can still cum. It will be a painful sweet release. The taut skin on my cock will strain yet further. Nearly tearing as my cock pulses again and again. Rocketing my cum into your hot wet depths.

I smile as you begin to shake again. Another orgasm ripping through you. Knowing I cannot stop my own. The intensity bringing a gray haze across my vision. The pleasure/pain of my release has me howling right along with you.

Molten geyser

2006-07-23T11:28:00.000-05:00

From the first time I saw it, your ass has been my inamorata. I lust for that part of you. My hands gripping your hard flesh. The smooth skin taut on your round globes. The delicate crack leading from the small of your back down to the tight pucker of your ass then onward to your wet pussy. Being behind you, my hands on your hips with my hard cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. Your groans and cries spurring me to fuck you harder and faster.

You push yourself back to meet me. You want my cock all the way inside you. Together the force of our torrid fuck makes our skin slap together. My hips meeting your ass. The sound a perfect beat of rhythm to your whimpers and cries. Coherent words taken away from your lips.

I look down on your ass and my cock gets even harder as I think about fucking it. Your tight ass enveloping my cock. The guttural shrieks I know will come as you adjust to my fat cock and you begin to beg me to fuck you harder and faster. "Yeah, Fuck that ass. Give it to me good. Harder, fuck me. Come on. Gimme that cock. Fill me up."

My cock is wet with your juices and I pull out of your pussy abruptly. You look back to see why. As you feel me take your cheeks in my hands and spread your ass you give me a wicked grin. "Yes. Fuck my tight ass." The hard knob of my cock slips up to your pucker. Pushing gently, you relax to take it. Spreading open to engulf my turgid cock. As it slips in you groan at the size. You can feel every vein and ridge of my cock as it sinks into the depths of your ass.

"That's it, take it," you growl as my hips meet your flesh. You draw forward and begin fucking me. Forcing my cock in and out of your ass. The feeling exquisite. Rapture of heat, energy and your slippery tightness pulling me closer and closer to orgasm. I know how much you love the feel of my hot cum splashing deep inside you.

I begin spanking your ass as we fuck. The stings adding a new level to your hot ass fuck. My tool filling you to impossible feeling. So big you find it hard to breathe. You fingers fly to your clit. Rubbing yourself in frenzied circles as we bring each other to new heights of sexual ecstasy. Faster and faster. You slip your fingers into your pussy. You want to be filled there too. Your clit aches and pulses with each beat of your heart. You can feel my cock slide back and forth over your fingers inside your pussy as I fuck your ass. Sawing in and out my fat cock swelling as the cum build in my balls.

You clench your ass to make the sensation even tighter and I go over the edge. An animal howl tears from deep in my throat as I tip over the edge into a massive orgasm. Thick streams of hot cum filling your ass I pull out at the end to shoot some cum on your glistening asshole. It gapes open inviting me back inside. I stick my still pulsing cock back inside and continue to fuck you. The sensations too much for you and your own orgasm rips through your core. "Ah, FUCK," you scream. "I'm cumming." As the spasms subside, we collapse gasping for breath. Muscles weak with oxygen deprivation.

The blinds

2006-07-07T23:15:00.000-05:00

"Blindfold me." You look up at me for reassurance and acceptance.
"Why don't you have your fiancé do it?" I respond. I look into your eyes searching for an answer.
"I don't trust him the way I trust you." Your lips curl in as you contemplate what you've revealed. "Please."
I simply nod toward the bedroom. As you settle on the bed, I look at the ties in my closet. A beautiful subtle woven silk Armani slips into my hand. The soft weave sensual against your skin as I tie it over your eyes.

Your heart races and thumps loudly in your ears. Unable to see, you don't know that I've left the room. I take the honey off the kitchen counter and return. Your breathing soft as you strain to hear my movements. You wonder where I am and why I haven't touched you. The delay heightens your senses and increases your tension. Memories of my cock pounding you race through your mind. You are lying close to the edge of the bed. Naked. Smooth skin glowing in the dim light coming through the closed shades.

My cock standing erect at the sight. I can't wait to be inside you. I drizzle the thick honey on my cock. and move to stand beside your head. I grasp your hair lightly and turn you toward me. I can feel your breath on my cock. I slip forward and allow the warm honey to drip onto your upper lip. You gasp at the contact you can't see. As your lips draw further apart I push forward and the head of my cock slips into your mouth. The sweetness of the thick honey mixing with slippery saltiness of my pre-cum creating a delicate aperitif on your tongue.

You imagine me standing over you and you lean forward to suck in more of my cock. Deeper and deeper as you suck the honey off my thick member. Your tongue licking the deep ridges of the veins. "That's it, suck that cock." I let you suck long enough to get every last bit of honey and pre-cum off my cock. You feel my fingers grasp and pinch your nipples making you moan. The fact that you can't see bringing you to a fever pitch. I withdraw my cock with a loud pop as it slips free of the suction of your mouth.

Unable to see, you strain to hear my movements. Suddenly, the loud grating of the cheap blinds as they are drawn open. You imagine the sidewalk just outside my bedroom window. The pathway between buildings. My voice breaks the silence. "Now, my neighbors can see you getting fucked you little whore." You squirm on the bed. As you try to turn from the window. "Don't move," I command. You freeze on the bed.

My hands push you further to the middle of the bed. I turn you to face the bed on your hands and knees. I admire your ass as I get behind you. You pussy is so wet I can see the your juice on your thighs. My cock slides up your leg, made slick with your drippings. I slap your pussy with my cock. The head hitting your clit again and again. You undulate beneath me. Trying to force my cock into your cunt. Over and over my dick slaps you. You are gasping with need. "Please, Fuck me." You cry.

"My neighbor is watching," I say. "Do you want to show him what a good cum slut you are? Do you want my cock? What will you do for it?"

"Anything," the word ripped from your fevered mind without thinking.

"Anything?" I murmur.

"Yes, anything, just give me that cock. Fuck me."

I slam my cock into you without warning. Your tight box so slick I slide all the way to my balls. Filling you with my rigid cock. "My neighbor is stroking his cock. He's jacking off watching us fuck. Does that turn you on?"

"Oh fuck," you wail. Your cheek turned to the pillow, facing the window. I feel your cunt spasm as you start to cum. As you shake with orgasm, I slip my thumb in your ass. My fingers pointing towards your head. Splayed out over your crack. You can feel me pulling you back onto my cock with my grip. Can I have an orgasm in the middle of an orgasm you wonder and you explode yet again. Your body shakes through a series of multiple orgasms and I continue to hammer my cock into your wet cunt.

"It looks like he's going to shoot," I say as I unload into your depths. You feel the heat of my cum splashing into you and you groan in pleasure. As I pull out, I cup my palm under you and watch as a thick pool of cum oozes out into my hand. I move it to your lips and let you lick up our cum. "That's a good cum slut. Suck it all down." You collapse on the bed. Worn out from the frenzy of our fuck. You hear the blinds being drawn once again and you remember I said my neighbor was stroking himself as he watched us fuck. The reality of what you just did sinks to your core and to your surprise, you have yet another orgasm without being touched as you think of his cum shooting out of his cock onto the sidewalk.

As you sink into the sheets I reach over and tug off the silk tie. Your eyes snap to me as the blindfold is removed. I lay down on the cool sheets beside you. "Thank you," you whisper as your fingers stroke my chest. I'll be sorry when the weekend ends and you drive away for the last time. I look wistfully at the blinds I never opened and smile as I consider the power of suggestion on our minds.

The party

2006-06-30T21:36:00.000-05:00

Your panties are wet before we ever leave for the party. I've been teasing you the whole time as you get ready. My warm hands slipping across your body. Slipping inside your lingerie, and moving away before you can grab me. Your lips ache for my kiss. Despite your protests, I know you love the attention. Your panties damp. Then wet with your excitement. Your sex swollen with desire.

In the car my hands stroke your thigh. The warmth of my hand next to your pussy almost unbearable. The tease is on. You know it's not going to stop. Your cheeks flush as you think about the promise of the evening. My cock buried deep in your pussy. Pounding you in the heat of the night. Your panties around your ankles as I fuck you deep and hard.

You want to tell me to quit teasing you, but you know the more I touch you the hotter you get. You can't deny yourself the pleasure. The anticipation of our fuck. You have no idea what is in my mind. My turgid cock pulses against my jeans. Painful almost it's so hard. The curve of your ass and tits my visual delight. Biological art that moves and breathes. Screams. My mind sees your orgasms and I smile.

The party is full of people. Your friends, relatives and a few you don't know. I escape to turn and view you across the room. A goddess among mere mortals. My cock wants to sink into your depths. To ravage your tight pussy all night long. My lips twitch as my tongue glides across them to moisten them. I sway to the music as I think about how I'll fuck you.

As you wait at the bar for a drink, I glide up behind you and brush your ass with my cock. I lean in and whisper in your ear, "Your ass is mine tonight." You turn and I'm gone. Hidden in the crowded room. I smirk to myself as I see your lips tighten and your brow furl. I know you aren't mad. Frustrated, but not mad. Your pussy aching for it's fill of cock.

Several times in the night, I'm there to tease and tantalize. The back of my fingers sliding up your arm in sweet caress. My hot breath glowing wetly on your neck. Always to drift away before you can grab me and beg me to take you away. Away to fuck you. Your nipples ache. So hard and unfulfilled. Your desire palpable in your wake.

FInally, you seem lingering on the stair. Lips turned up in a grin. I know what I've done to you tonight. I lick my upper lip and give you a subtle nod to me. I turn and walk up the stairs. The upstairs dark and silent. A vivid contrast to the noise of the gathering downstairs. "You fuck!" you hiss in the dark. "I need that cock. NOW!" Your voice verges on hysteria. I pull you into the guest bedroom and lock the door. My pants already unbuttoned and my hard cock swaying in front of you.

The sight of your desire brings you to your knees to lick and suck my member. I pull you to your feet knowing neither of us needs any foreplay. I bend you over the desk and take you from behind. Hard and fast I fuck you. The sloppy sounds of your cunt loud in the silent room. Only the muffled party from below provides a background to our tumultuous frenzy. The slapping sound of my hips slapping your ass masked by your groans and soft cries. Your hands grab the bedding, nails tearing into the fabric. A pillow between your teeth muffles your screams of ecstasy. Your teeth ripping into the delicate, rich fabric.

As we near our peak voices outside the door only intensify our efforts. I bite your shoulder as I lean over your back. The only way to soften the beast roaring within me. I taste the blood as your skin breaks and I let loose a torrent of cum deep inside your pussy. As my hot cum bathes your insides, you let loose your own orgasm. Screaming once more into the pillow clenched in your hands.

A beginning

2006-06-28T13:57:00.000-05:00

My lips reach for yours. Wet with anticipation. Yearning. The tremor in my body visible to your eye. The champagne in our blood. Hearts pounding in the dim light of the candles. Breaths loud and seeking. Pulling from the very air the energy to go further. Rampant. Burning.

Shutterfly

2006-06-25T12:49:00.000-05:00

Every click of the shutter increases your pulse. At first you were shy and timid when I brought out the camera. As I clicked away and posed you in new provocative positions you warmed to the idea of erotic photos of yourself. The thin line of your lips rounded into a grin, then a leer and pure seduction. You begin seducing the camera. Shifting sexily to entice things further. Twisting your limbs to even more erotic poses. Eyes batting at the lens.

Your breath quickens as you slide fingers across your body. Slipping inside your lingerie. Teasing yourself and tantalizing me. I continue clicking the shutter. You trail a finger down your chest from your neck. Between your tits and down your stomach. Over your panties. Teasing your sex. Unsnapping your bra to play with your nipples. Getting hotter.

You writhe on the bed. Smooth skin against the luxury of the bedding. Whimpering and moaning with your pleasure. The excitement too much. You slip your fingers into your panties. The feel of your swollen pussy. The dampness of your panties visible proof of the liquid your fingers experience. Sliding up and down your slit. Searching for the deeper spot. Sinking your fingers to the base.

I change angles with the camera focusing on the wanton abandonment on your face. Your tongue darting out to moisten your lips. Hands reaching to push off your panties. Kicking them off your ankles. Legs spread wide you plunge your fingers back inside your hot pussy. You imagine my cock inside you. Your other hand alternates between your clit and nipples. Spreading your liquid on your nipples making them smooth and slippery to your fingers. They glisten in the light.

Finally, it's too much and you speak. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum. This is so hot." You focus on the click and whir of the camera as it captures you. Holding you in it's grasp. Your head thrown back in abandon as your orgasm comes. Surging through your limbs. Cutting off your breath. Eyes rolling behind fluttering eyelids. Your words degrade to passionate grunts as your body shakes and then on to sighs as you try to regain your breath. You are near blacking out. Everything swims in your eyes.

You collapse on the pillows as I snap the last few frames. There is nothing better than seeing you climax. So beautiful.

Long awaited

2006-06-24T13:22:00.000-05:00

The faint whisper of your hair as it glides along my skin tantalizes me almost as much as your lips. The moist trail they leave behind cool in the air. A sweet contrast the warmth I feel. Your fingers intertwined with mine holding me from caressing you. It's been a long time and we are both anticipating the pleasure to come. "I want you in me. Now," you whisper.

My lips curl into a small smirk. I reach down to pull you over me as I slide further down the bed. "I'm already wet," you protest. Your knees on either side of my head. I can see the wetness on your lips. Your arousal excites me further. My tongue glides across your flesh. Your sweet taste enveloping my senses. My tongue flickers across your delicate nerves. Exploring. Teasing. Relearning. I've missed you. Your moans above me a sign I haven't forgotten.

As my tongue slips deep inside you, the tremors begin. Spreading out from your center. The orgasm builds quickly and surges through you. I don't pause. Over your folds, slick and wet with desire. You are so wet. My tongue vibrating with you, taking you higher. The orgasm builds and explodes through you again. Then again. Your shriek of pleasure resounds in the room.

You abruptly move off me. NOW. My hands pull you down over my hard cock. I slip inside you. Filling you. You ease down on the hard shaft. Never pausing 'til you are completely filled. Oh, god. In and out. You force yourself down on my flesh. Impaled on my hardness. The pulsing of my cock drives you into a frenzy. Moving faster and faster you plunge down on me. Your hair whipping around your face. Sweat building a sheen on your skin.

My hands move from your ass to your tits. Cupping them. Nipples between my fingers. Your movements pulling on the sensitive tips. I don't release or move my hands. Your nipples strain as you move on me. I begin rotating and thrusting my hips to meet you. The pressure builds. Each movement creating perfect wet tension on our senses. Driving into you. Spreading you wider and wider. The ridge of my cockhead rippling deep inside you. "I'm cumming," you gasp. Your pussy clamping down even tighter. Milking my creamy cum.

Fair warning

2006-02-13T07:26:00.000-05:00

A short note to my readers:

All - thank you so much for all your wonderful comments and insights since I started this blog. It's had a pretty good run. Unfortunately, my life/blog balance is way out of sync. I haven't been able to read many blogs lately and I've had even less time to write. I'm taking a hiatus. There may be a post here and there, but for the meantime, you can safely assume that there will be nothing new here for awhile. How long? Perhaps a month. Perhaps two. Later tonight or tomorrow, I'm going to try to set up an RSS feed that you can sign up for to automatically tell you when I update the blog. So check back for that feature. In the meantime, I hope you'll enjoy the archive and feel free to send me an e-mail if you wish.

Best of Blogs

2006-02-08T00:20:00.000-05:00

Go congratulate the winners here...

Sexy

2006-02-03T07:37:00.000-05:00

I don't have a fetish for stockings, but I do have a strange attraction to them. Garters, hose, etc... Did I by chance mention that the stockings if possible, should be shiny? I'm not a leg man either. There is something about the hint of lingerie that somehow makes a woman even more sensual and alluring. It's perhaps raw sexual power at it's finest. The simple reveal of a small piece of a stocking top or a garter seam under a skirt is powerful enough to turn on most men. I'm no different.

The problem is that so few women wear garters and stockings. Pantyhose can be interesting, especially if they are seamless, but overall, pantyhose are limiting. If I were a woman, I don't think I could imagine anything that would make me feel as vibrant and sexy as wearing sexy lingerie and letting my partner know it. So why don't more women wear it? It is somehow perceived as trashy? I don't think there is anything that a woman can wear that is more defining as feminine sexuality than a garter & stockings.

I've had a link to a really interesting lingerie site for a long time. If you haven't been there, check it out. It's called Valisere. I'm not sure how you can buy from them - it's a european company. If someone finds a place on the internet to purchase Valisere products, let me know.

Asked and answered

2006-01-29T23:02:00.000-05:00

This was intersting. I don't know if I answered all the questions, but I did my best. I hope you will realize that every man is different and that it's hard to generalize for the whole population. Another man may totally disagree with my thoughts and statements. If you do guys (yes, I know you are out there.) Feel free to comment.

If you buy me dinner and drinks....does this mean I have to come up with dessert?

I'm going to answer this with another question. Is it fair to have a guy take you out and spend a lot of hard earned money on dinner and drinks if you don't intend to go somewhere with it? The woman that does this is known as a Meal Digger. She is a loathsome animal.

Why do men say they will call and not? I so believe in telling the truth and if it isn't there say so.

This isn't purely a male issue. Women are known to give wrong numbers on purpose. (I'll deal with that subject later.) To be honest, the phrase is a lot like, "let's do lunch". Neither party really expects it to happen, it's something you say to end a conversation. Perhaps I'll Call just slips out. I dated a woman for 8 or 9 months. One night we had an argument that had been building for weeks. Later when she left my place, one of us said, "I'll call". Years later, I don't recall which one of us was supposed to call, but it never happened and we never talked again. No big loss (other than she probably had the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. They should be in magazines. Sometimes I still miss them). lol

What's your favorite thing to cook, OR, conversely, where's the # to the chinese place down the street, the fridge or a drawer or a cabinet?

My favorite meal to cook depends on who is coming to dinner or why I'm cooking. Off the top of my head, cajun scallops and shrimp come to mind. I also enjoy making homeade pizza on a date. It's interactive and fun. And it's an easy dish to do with two people. Many times, two cooks in the kitchen is difficult. Pizza isn't one of those nights. You get to feed each pepperoni slices and drink rustic wine. It's a perfect prelude to kissing and other activities later.

Are you as naturally charasmatic in person with women, like in your writing? I guess I'm trying to say do women flock to you in a crowded room? I'm not asking about your looks either, I just wondered if women are drawn to your personality away from the blog world also.

My answer to this would have to vary. I've always been the blind man when it comes to women being interested in me. I almost never see it. (There have been notable Fiery exceptions.) A good friend of mine has noted that whenever I'm in a group environment over time I will develop what she affectionately calls "Your Hareem". It's kind of funny, but I've always been a thought leader in any social group. I tend to get along with women better than men, so it's natural to find I gravitate towards groups of women. Whether they are drawn to me, I don't know. My friend seems to think so.

okay this is a totally serious question that and I hope I don't offend anyone too much but; why do men like slutty acting women so much? When men approach women for the first time is it because they think they have a chance for a fuck? (ie; to men think in the long term at all?). okay that was three questions, sorry for bogarting. :)

If you are in a bar and there is a woman acting slutty, guys can see this and the translation in the mans mind is 'Get Some'. It's like the old joke about blonds mating call - 'I'm really drunk'. If a woman is acting slutty, the guy isn't looking for anything past that night. Unless maybe is a hook-up once or twice a week to relieve tension. Men approach women because they are attracted to them. A guy I know claims he used to hit on whole groups of women rather than his target because the hot chick across the room might have the personality of a wombat. However, her friend that was merely cute across the room might have a fantastic personality and you might click better. I've given this concept a lot of thought and realized he is right. Some guys think in long term, but each of us is also wired to spread as much pollen as we can. So regardless if a guy is looking for a relationship or someone to perhaps think about a relationship with, if a guy can get some hot nasty sex, he's not going to pass it up. BTW - I don't see too many women at the gym, the grocery store or local charity event acting slutty. Perhaps you are looking for men at the wrong venue.

When a man says he wants to take it "slow" and you're screwing like jackrabbits , does it mean he's just using you until he's tired of you?

Yes. This one goes both ways too. The trick is to figure out if you want it to go anywhere. Sometimes the right thing is just to be a person's Booty Call.

Why are men so hung up on their penis size?

Because size does matter. Let's face it, a guy can be orally talented and make up for being smaller. Or good with his hands, but to give a woman a thorough pounding requires more than a pencil dick. I know I don't have a small dick, but it's not John Holmes sized either. I want to know that I satisfy my partner. Every guy (unless he has a horse cock) worries that your last partner did. I don't know enough about psychology to understand the rationale for this, but the best thing you can do is reassure the man in your life that you love what he has. According to Dr. Ruth (seriously, I'm not making this up) the best way to do this is to give him oral sex frequently. She says this is equivalent to taking a miniature version of him into your mouth and thereby accepting him. By the way. Spitting is not an option. You aren't in high school anymore ladies. If he tastes bad, get him drinking pineapple juice or something sweet. He'll taste better and you'll enjoy it more and he'll quit worrying about his equipment and use it to please you more.

When a guy says "I think you deserve more", Is that a nice guys way of bailing out of the relationship?

I had a woman do this to me last year. She really didn't deserve me. Later we were talking on the phone and travel came up and I asked if she wanted to see where I wanted to get married. Yes. OK. Gave her the URL and she pronounced 30 seconds later that she was crying. She had told me that she wasn't in love with me and never would be. Other times she also used the phrase that I deserved better. (I did and do.) If a man says this, he's likely cheating on you anyway. He feels shitty about something he did and you can believe it when he says 'you deserve more'. He's not the one that will treat you as you should be treated. He knows it and he's telling you he knows it. Walk away before you get burned.

Who are you in love with? Miss you!

I can't answer this one. Miss you too. You should visit more often.

Do you get to experience any of the things you write about?

Yes, many of the stories I write are true events. I take pride in the fact that people can't tell which are which. It means my writing skills are getting better and better. Sometimes I leave out things that actually happened, but when the stories are true, I don't embellish them to make it better than it really was.

what do men think about women who prefer friends with benefits relationships instead of the romantic commitment type of relationship?

I've had a number of friends with benefits scenarios in my life. Personally, it's a great thing. There are no complications to get in the way of pleasure of someone physically. Sometimes, that's all we need. I one that was truly remarkable. She was an ex-girlfriend that I kept sleeping with without the emotional ties. After a few months she told me she didn't want to see me anymore. OK... then three weeks later she was calling me to come over. Sweet. She was good in bed and I could actually sleep in her bed (sometimes I have a hard time with sleeping with my partners.) She would call me before dates to come screw her silly so she wasn't tempted to sleep with the guys. I wonder how many guys she kissed after blowing me. We had an agreement that if either of us decided to sleep with someone else it was over. She finally found a man she wanted to sleep with and it ended a great thing. I didn't mind though. She ended up marrying him. I was happy for her. I wish more women would do the friends with benefits angle. It would save a lot of hassle. Ultimately, if this is what you desire over and over, at some point, you have to stop and ask yourself what you are afraid of in relationships that keeps you out of them. You have to deal with it sooner or later.

What percentage of your writing is pure fantasy & what has actually happened? Do you take fantasy writing requests? Why don't you ever respond to your commenters?

I don't keep track of the percentages. A lot of the stories are real. I don't write much about my fantasies either. If they didn't happen, they are scenes in my mind or very rarely they are IM or phone scenarios with partners (in my way of thinking, the latter actually happened just not in the same room with the other person).

If there is something you want me to write about, send me an e-mail. It might happen, it might not. I make no promises.

I don't respond much to comments because I don't feel I have a lot to say. As an audience, you are all incredibly nice to me in the comments section. I appreciate all the wonderful things you post to my stories. It's great to hear how turned on my writing makes you. And when there aren't many comments on a story, I feel like I have failed in some way. On the flip side of that, I write this blog mostly for me. I could probably up my readership ten-fold if I wrote more hardcore. I've done more hardcore things. I have no interest in writing about them. The spanking story is probably as far as I'm going to go into the realm of the extreme. I guess in a way, I do respond to the comments. I keep writing and posting on this blog. I've almost pulled the plug several times in the past few months, one of the things that stops me is the readers here.

There is an expression I've heard about love: Men need to have sex in order to feel loved, women need to feel loved in order to have sex. What are your thoughts on this?

I don't agree. You often hear that men and women are wired different. In some ways we are, but in others I'm not so sure. I realized a long time ago that I'm different from most (or many men) in the arena of sex. I've heard so many women complain that the guy doesn't care whether she gets off or not. Ladies... educate the man. Show him what does get you off. Whether is a belt across your ass or flowers and a romantic setting. If the guy is worth anything, he will do it. The flip side is you need to just give him some plain jane fast hard fucking sometimes too. Sex is a big part of a relationship. It's also one of the first places you notice breakdowns in relationships. Women withhold sex when they are mad. Men are less affectionate in the same capacity. Sex feels different for men and women. Women can cum as many times as they want. A man can't. Although with practice, a man can achieve orgasm without ejaculation and thus prolonging the session. Getting back to your question, I've heard just as many women who 'just want to get laid tonight' as I've heard men say it.

I don't believe in having sex until marriage. When is the best time to tell a man this? I've been told to state it as soon as possible and preferably before the first date, which I agree is the best policy. Just would like your opinion and what do you think that a man would think about this, especially considering I already have a child?

I've given this question a lot of thought. Honestly, I don't have enough data. On initial reaction, the idea of saving yourself for marriage when you aren't a virgin is ridiculous. I can't imagine not being intimate with someone I'm in love with or considering marrying. Sex isn't the end all be all of a relationship, but what if it's horrible? Here you are committed to someone that can't pleasure you and you're married. It spells disaster in my book. It's one thing to take it slow, but the fact that you already have a child seems to negate the idea of saving it. You already gave away your pearl of great price. Why withhold it from a man you are serious about? If you really mean to stick to this, tell the man before the first date. It doesn't really matter. He'll either take it as a challenge or not be interested (or very small chance he agrees - you'd probably meet this man in a church or a revival of some kind.) If he takes it as a challenge (whether he says so or not, disaster is coming.) I wish you luck with that one. I guess my question back for you to think on... what benefit do you get from not having sex? Why do you not want to have sex? (BTW - I don't expect an answer - especially if the answer is religion.)

With the right woman... is there anything you wouldn't submit to?

The key word there is the right woman. I believe in equality in relationships. I also believe between consenting adults, there isn't much that can't be done. I'm open minded, perhaps too much so sometimes. Also, to focus on another word - submit. Perhaps in a scene, but not full time or long term. And as I think about your question, I'm not ever having anything to do with play involving stuff that comes out either of our asses. 'nuff said.

You have written stories about master/sub related stuff... My question is a two part question... Have you ever been a Master to someone? Ever been a sub to someone?

Yes and no respectively. As I said in the last question, I'm not interested in it as a lifestyle. To me, it takes away too much of what I look for in a partner. For those involved in that as a lifestyle, it's a choice I believe they have the right to make.

Rings n things...

2006-01-25T00:40:00.000-05:00

Following the train of thought from Sunday's post got me thinking about the strangest sexual memory I have. So here it is. It's not wild or kinky (then again, it ain't plain vanilla either), just a few moments in time that linger today.

For many years I'd thought about getting a Prince Albert piercing. When the reality that you could do such a thing first came into my mind, I was morbidly fascinated by the idea. Who would get this done? Who would do such a thing to themselves? The idea made my skin crawl, yet was oddly provocative (or is that evcocative) at the same time. It was a thought I would continue to have at random points throughout my travels and pursuits. At a tattoo convention in europe I almost did the deed, but being in a place you don't speak the language and not being to convey the problem should one arise didn't suit my careful planning style.

This was all before the rise of the almighty internet. And through it's infancy. Then I discovered BME one day on a tattoo website. Hmm.. Let's go visit this. OMG. The site rocked my senses and opened up my eyes to whole new worlds I wasn't aware existed. Body modification extremes. (Today, these are even further than they were then, this being nearly 10 years ago.) So, via the internet, not only did I get to see what a PA looked like, but more importantly, I got to read stories from people that had them. Real life experiences of getting not only PA's but other piercing's done. I considered others, but kept being drawn back to the PA.

Through BME I discovered a piercing studio almost in my own backyard. I read about them and showed it to my girlfriend at the time (I'll call her freak girl). She was all for it. She even did a bit of reading about female piercing options. I had enough information finally and decided to make an appt. to visit the studio. Freak girl in tow, we headed into the seedy bowels of the city. I discussed what I wanted done with the piercer I'd selected based on the profile and stories of his skill and professionalism on BME. It only took me a few moments to realize he was gay. I think I blinked a few times and then said screw it... he's not doing this to get his kicks. Jewelry selected and freak girl having decided to get her own piecing after mine hers selected as well and put into the sterilizer we all went back to the room.

Two hours later, at home, I stripped and removed the rubber glove from my member. Some blood, but not a lot. Good. As I lay on the bed naked to relax, I looked down to see the new jewelry. Shiny and perfectly round. I had a ring stuck through the head of my cock. Just seeing it I got tremendously weirded out and excited at the same time. I can't recall an erection that stiff and hard since that day that didn't include a cock ring or other stimulation. I was so hard I hurt. I was literally throbbing with need. Freak girl couldn't help me because of risk of infection. So I took matters into my own hands while she watched. I was careful to stay away from the new piercing, but wasn't completely successful. The immediate flashes of pain were something new but I was soon lost in the sensation of my impending orgasm. It's funny looking back as I was about to cum, I was in that rapture unable to look away, yet cringed from the pain I thought I'd feel as my cock pulsed through the cum.

Flesh fantasy

2006-01-24T06:37:00.000-05:00

Inside your mind. Fucking you with deep intensity. Your breath quickens. You lose your place in thought. My fingers teasing your depths. Your wetness spreading. Your clit hard and throbbing. Your nipples pulse with your heart. A direct connection to your sex. You long to touch them. To tease, to caress, to pinch. Drawing your breath in ragged streams. Work forgotten. Your blank stare and flushed face beyond your control. The moisture gathering. Your panties wet with your honey.

Bending you over. Invading you. Taking you. Your need overwhelming you. The need to be filled beyond your ability to quench. Sliding deep inside you. The tight wetness soft and enveloping to my hard penetration. Thoughts of being taken hard and fast. Rough hands grasping you. Squeezing. Painful almost. Panting in crazy heat. Your nipples ache. The air around you warm and close. Is the room suddenly smaller. You feel my hands on your flesh. Then, my large hands on yours as you lean against the desk pinning them down. Holding you in place while I piston in and out of you. My hips slamming into you from behind. Sweat running down between your breasts. The trickle dripping onto the desk as your glazed eyes look on.

Can you feel how swollen your pussy is in it's desire? Your cavity screaming for my touch. Your tongue darts out to savor the imagined taste of me. Your lips moistened. Imagining my hard flesh sliding between them to find your tongue. Entranced. Fixed like stone in your chair. Muzak unheard in the background. Your mind full of grunts and groans and guttural cries. Faster. Harder. Deep. The craving. The desire comes in hot waves. Washing over over to leave you writhing with an empty ache. Fill me. Please. The words desperate in your mind. More. Please. You can't get enough. You sit still, your insides quivering with your lust. Panties soaked. Yes. Right there. Don't stop. Oh... God....

Ask it...

2006-01-23T00:04:00.000-05:00

OK, a while back I offered up the chance for my readers to ask me any question they wanted and I would answer them. Today, I'm doing a modified version. I make no promises to answer (although I will try). I want you to ask the questions you've always wanted to ask a man or me in particular (since most of you reading this are women). Keep in mind this is a sex blog. lol

I don't claim to have insight into every mans point of view, but this could be interesting. So either send me an e-mail with your questions or place them as comments to this post. I'll take questions until Wednesday 5 pm since not everyone checks in here everyday.

Different sexcapades...

2006-01-22T21:21:00.000-05:00

Is there a difference between the best sex you ever had and the best orgasm? How about best sexual memory? Is it necessarily the best sex you ever had? They are all different for me.

The best sex I ever had was truly a night of sex. Brief interludes between bouts of the most turned on, ramped up sex I've ever had. Broken taboos, mindless reaction, visceral and hot. I've come close, but it's going to take an incredible experience to move that down to number two.

The best orgasm I had was just that. A girlfriend was giving me head while I knelt over her after I had orally taken her over the top. She wanted to return the favor. The simple sight of watching her and her pleasure in what she was doing brought me to the peak like I've never been. When I was watching the cum jet out of me and onto her tongue and lips I was overcome with another orgasm. My first multiple.

The same girlfriend also gave me my strongest orgasm ever the first night we were together. After spending 3-4 hours making out and petting at my place she insisted we go to hers. My balls were so blue it hurt to walk to the cab. My erection never subsided. Shortly after arriving at her place we were in her bed and finally naked. I didn't care if we fucked or not, I just wanted to come. I told her so. She brought me off manually. Her hand stroking me to a release I couldn't believe when it happened. 14 jets of cream spewed out. Not little ones, I'm talking like thick ropes of come from my belly to my chest. The aftershocks and secondary shots don't count. Don't ask me how I know it was 14, but it was like coming in slow motion. The release was magnificent. But not the best. Just the biggest.

My best sexual memory is a day with an ex-girlfriend. She decided to have one last fling before she got married. She told me later she never thought it would be with me. We had been each others first and knew each other well sexually. Like that redneck jokin' comedian says... 31 to the right, 13 to the left, 16 right. WOOHOO. You've got that combination mastered. The sex was easy, comfortable, passionate, sweaty... it was also fun. We knew each other well enough and were comfortable enough with each other to laugh in the middle of it. To not take it seriously. It was an interlude and that's all. It's sex I'll never forget mostly because it's probably the only time I truly laughed at sex and how funny it can really be.

The long night

2006-01-17T23:27:00.000-05:00

We've been sitting amidst a pile of pillows in front of a roaring fire sipping deep red wine and talking for hours. Feeding each other delectable morsels of food from the tray on the couch behind us. Grapes, melon wrapped in prosciutto, venison sausage, granny smith apple slices, brie and baguette and aged cheese on crackers. Each mouthful a sensuous delight of multiple senses. The slight contact brings us awareness of the warmth of the others body. The tension growing steadily throughout the evening.

Finally, it happens. The kiss. At first slow and tentative. Sweet. Hunger awakened in each of our minds and bodies. The fire suddenly twice as warm. The snap and crackle punctuated with the pops and hisses that accompany real wood burning. The perfect backdrop of noise in the room. Silence would make things too difficult. The liveliness of the fire echoing the palpitations we feel in our hearts.

Clothes suddenly constrict and inhibit. Our hands seek each other in the flickering light from the fire. Slow, exploration. Each touch a glimpse into to what is to come. Tension slowly rising. Our lips like molten magnets. From simple streams to raging rivers of lava. The glow on our skin ethereal as we begin unbuttoning our clothes. Your fingers on my buttons. Mine finding your zippers and snaps. Tender caresses as more skin is revealed speak to our desires. No hurry. No rush. We'll make love all night long.

A playful nip at your shoulder results in a a slow tussle and laughter on the soft blankets and pillows in faux wrestling, you rise above me and pin my arms down. We both know that I could easily escape your grasp, but I play along and look up into your eyes with a glint of unrepentant guilt for some imagined fault. "What are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to make you mine." You ease yourself down on me. No need to guide the slow penetration. We are both ready and the feeling as our parts mesh together is breathtaking. You pause. Letting us both feel each other. You lean down to kiss me. I shake free of your grasp and pull your body down on mine. Your hard nipples brush across my hairy chest as our flesh comes together. The heat of our skin reassuring. You become aware of me pulsing inside of you. One of your favorite games I play. I grow and recede inside of you.

"Baby, you feel so good." You push off my chest. Steadying yourself with your hands. My hands explore all of you I can reach. Soft, languid touches. Feather light and so random. You are never sure where they will be next. As you move on me in even rocking motions our passion draws higher and higher.

As though sensing our need, the fire finds new fuel and for a few moments rages brighter in the cool night. Your shadow on the wall mirroring your perfect silhouette. As the fire recedes, we reach our peak. There is no plateau of pause tonight. Together we crest the top. Our passion spent in long moments of rapture. Our cries one voice in the night.

Drained...

2006-01-15T11:36:00.000-05:00

As you leave, I can barely raise my head, my breath still ragged and weak. You've taken me beyond any previous experience. My wet cock soft and swollen on my thigh. My vision blurred and strength has left my body. This is a close as I can imagine to being fucked to death. You turn as you reach the door. "Can't come again huh baby?" Your laugh echos in the hallway as you make your way to the front door.

It started as a great session. Sex with you is always hot. You know just how to touch me. How to bring me to my limit right when you wish. Whether I'm in your mouth, your hands, your pussy or your ass, it's always exquisite. It always feels new and fresh. Like I'm fucking you for the first time. Or you are giving me the first of many blowjobs. You make me cum like old faithful. Hot, ripping streams of come jetting out of my straining cock.

I made the mistake of initiating another round when I knew I couldn't cum again. I'm licking you. Trying to bring you to yet another orgasm. To give you another climax to recall the next day in your long meetings. Something to bring you to a state of arousal and think naughty thoughts despite the daily routine. Making you wet as you think about my tongue slipping slowing across your clit. Teasing you. Bringing you closer to orgasm. Your sweet liquid, silk on my tongue. My finger buried deep in your pussy. Caressing your G-spot as I feast on your sex. Your hips bucking as you get closer and closer to that complete explosion from deep inside. Your whole body shaking as you scream into the pillow.

"Fuck me again. I want your cock in me." My eyes meet yours and you see the strange look in my eyes. "What's wrong?" You tilt your head up to see me better.

"I can't cum again, you've already gotten three loads out of me." You move and see my cock isn't hard. Still engorged with blood making it nice and fat, but the hard cock you love plumbing your depths and stretching you out is not there. Thoughts of your impending orgasm push away.

"I'm going to make you cum again," I've aroused your ire or some kind of determination to prove me wrong. With a strange fire in your glance, you pull me up beside you and start talking dirty. Something you rarely do. "I want your cock. I'm addicted to your cock. I love the way it feels deep in my mouth. Filling me up. Your hot flesh inside me. Your slippery cock juice coating my tongue as I lick and suck the head. Kissing it. It makes my pussy wet just thinking about it." Your hands sliding up and down my stomach and chest. Reaching my upper thigh and withdrawing.

When I hear you say 'cock juice' something stirs deep inside me. That familiar tingle of arousal. A new unspent passion is growing. I glance down to see my cock jerk and swell slightly. "Yes, baby. I want your cock cream. I want you to come for me again. Where do you want to come? I want you to come on me. I want to feel your hot cum searing my skin. On my stomach, my tits, my ass, my face... in my hair..." You've never talked like this before.

My cock is raging hard again and before I can register my amazement, you have me deep in your mouth. Noisily sucking me while your hand caresses my balls. You're the only woman I've been with that does it right for me. Most are too rough with my balls. Your fingers are gently and firm at the same time. The soft pads of your fingers tracing paths on my skin. The touch more erotic for it's gentleness. My eyes roll back into my head as you take me deeper into your throat. When I feel your tongue on the base of my cock I realize you've taken all of me inside you. A first.

I almost cum right then. But you quickly slide me out of your mouth a quick pause in your sucking. You smile as you look at me. "I love your cock in my mouth. It makes me so fucking hot. Are you going to cum for me? Huh? Are you going to give me that hot cum? You can do it. I want it." Your wet lips slide down the side of my cock. You look into my eyes as your tongue glides back up my glistening cock. Wet with your saliva. Something you know turns me on. I love the wet sloppy blowjobs and you are doing it to the extreme tonight. Precum oozing out the head of my cock as you slide your thumb up the center of my cock. It's sticky stream a tiny bridge between my cock and your lips.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum again. Baby, you are going to make me cum. Please. Suck my cock. Make me cum." Plunging back into your hot mouth. You fuck your face with my hard cock. I can see your cheeks swell as the thick head goes deeper in your mouth. My hand holding your hair out of the way so I can watch. My thighs start to shake as I get closer to orgasm. My hips rise off the bed trying to go deeper in your wet mouth.

"Cum baby. Cum on my face. You take me the last bit with your hand sliding from the base to tip of my wet cock. Your other hand cupping my balls. Tight up against my body as they prepare another load of cum. Your middle finger moves down to stroke the deep base of my cock. Just above my ass. For an instant, I imagine you sliding your finger into my virgin ass.

Suddenly, I'm spraying thick ropes of come. Splashing across your face as though I hadn't come in days instead of several times in the previous hours. Across your lips and tongue. Your nose. Your eyebrow and forehead. I bath your face with cum. It drips off your chin back onto my cock where you lick it off. The roar in my ears only dimly registers as my own voice. Primal in it's need to vent. My head pounds into the pillow under my head as my whole body pulses, expelling my essence on your creamy skin.

As you leave, I can barely raise my head, my breath still ragged and weak. You've taken me beyond any previous experience. My wet cock soft and swollen on my thigh. My vision blurred and strength has left my body. This is a close as I can imagine to being fucked to death. You turn as you reach the door. "Can't come again huh baby?" Your laugh echos in the hallway as you make your way to the front door. I'm asleep without ever hearing the door close.

Voting is open

2006-01-14T11:57:00.000-05:00

OK, I said I wasn't going to do this, but hopefully, this is the last shameless plug. Here is the link to vote for Best Sex Blog (you'll have to scroll down a little since they are all on the same page. Thanks for any and all support. You can only vote once for each category, so keep that in mind as you cast your ballot. :-)

Watching it

2006-01-12T00:12:00.000-05:00

There are several adult video stores in my area. They are like warehouses. I think they actually do DVD duplication and cover printing upstairs or something. There is a ton of stuff on the shelves. All show hot scenes that are never in the movie.

So how do you pick out good porn? What constitutes good porn while we are at it? Is there a difference between porn you like to watch alone and porn you watch with a partner? Taking recommendations for good titles.

And then there were ten

2006-01-11T01:26:00.000-05:00

I guess it's semi-official. The Best of Blog Awards has Rack the Jipper as one of the finalists (over 200 nominations) for Best Sex Blog. Regardless of the eventual outcome, I'm honored that I was nominated to be considered for Best Sex Blog. When I started Rack the Jipper, I set out merely to record some thoughts. To build a blog a word or two at a time. The early posts reflect the awkward footing the blog stood upon. As the words evolved, I realized I had some sexual stories and some questions as well.

Over time, I found more things to post and more of you found me though various sources. Some visited for a short while and then found their way to other environs. Those who have stayed have made me feel incredibly humble. That I can reach through this screen and touch you is really quite an amazing idea to me.

I'm often lost in the thought of the ultimate mind fuck. Or is it that I'm often lost in the ultimate mind fuck looking for a thought? How far can you go with someone's mind? Take me on a magical ride. Bring me a new fantasy. Sometimes it feels like a merry-go-round and where it's going to stop, no-one knows. I don't know how the voting works for the BoB's, but the competition is pretty fierce. Whether you vote for me or for another blog, I urge to check out the other nine. They are obviously doing something right. While you are there, check out blogs from some of the other categories. You never know when you'll find that perfect gem.

Thank you for playing (with yourself...) and telling us you did... lol

the Seeker

Barren

2006-01-10T04:57:00.000-05:00

The wraith lies asleep

watching ever vigilant

demons seed, devil spawn

a fury once unleashed

never retrieved or tempered

cooled only in the fading light

faint whisper of life that passes

slowly into the gaping maw

deep evil bred for stamina

neon dancers undulate

palpable tension leaking away

final sleep the toll we pay

Bound in silence

2006-01-07T15:05:00.000-05:00

"No, my parents are in the next room." You see the look in my eyes. The desire. How insatiable you make me. Watching you unzip your jeans has me hard as a rock. You aren't trying to turn me on, but it happened anyway. You can't see this. I'm already in bed and the covers are set just so.

As you climb into bed, I say, "Just a kiss." I know in my mind that you can never stop at just a kiss. Once my lips touch yours, the fire will spread. You will be helpless. You relent for the kiss. Not realizing the trap I have set. The house is quiet. The walls thin. Paper thin. The bed would squeak far to much for a good fuck, but that's not what I have in mind anyway.

Our lips meet. Moist. Supple. Warm in the cool room. My hands on your back, feeling your flesh. I let my lips do all the talking that needs to be done. The kiss goes on and on. Tongues darting, seething, coiling. Wet with our mixed saliva. Faster. More desperate. You are caught. The trap is complete. You can't help yourself.

Your hand slides down to find my rigid cock. It pulses hot and searing in your hand. The heat turning you on even more. You whisper in my ear, "We can't..."

"I know," I mummer in your ear. Nibbling on the bottom of your lobe just the way that drives you crazy. I'm playing a dangerous game, but the prize is worth it. My fingers slide past the top of your panties. Across your mound. My middle finger searching for your wetness. Your lips are open and ready. If I could only slide my cock into and ride you to the nirvana we both now want. My lips return to yours. Your passion surprises me.

Then I realize that the thought of being naughty in your parents house, in your old room turns you on. The danger it's own excitement. I turn in the bed so I can fondle your pussy. The slick wet folds of your sex turning me on even more. Your hand is still on my cock, but moving slow. More a reminder to you that it's there than trying to arouse me further.

My fingers slide in and out of your wet pussy. Dragging lightly across your clit. I can hear the pace of your breath increase as your orgasm nears. I want you so much. Even more, I want you to have this cum. To feel you tremble under my fingers. Your body to shake in uncontrolled spasms. Your excitement taking you to a new level.

I slow my pace as you get to the point of climax. I want to draw your orgasm out. Our kisses frantic. Wild. Our bodies still. Keeping the silence we know we must maintain. The restriction a new sexual bond that heightens the pleasure. As your orgasm takes you, you pull my head to yours. Mouths becoming one as you bite my lip and tongue to cover your desire to scream.

When the tremors pass, you push the covers down and take me in your mouth. If I can't fill your screaming pussy, at least I can fill your mouth. I can give you the taste of my cum. You are past teasing, past thinking. Suck me. Oh. Fuck. Your mouth so hot on the sensitive skin of my cock. The suction and wetness make me feel like I've never felt. Like no mouth or pussy ever has treated me. This is so amazing.

It's all I can do not to moan my appreciation. The only signal between us is my touch on your arm. Your pace alternates. Fast to slow. Your desire evident. You are careful not to make the usual sucking sounds. Again, the forbidden act is turning us both on. The binding quiet encircles us in the dark. You are bringing me closer to the edge. You can feel my cock swell in your mouth. The precum freely drooling out of my cock. You lick it up. Savoring my taste. My balls tighten as I reach the edge.

There is no holding back. Just the instant flash in my mind that I must not make a sound. Like an unknown mistress with an unvoiced command I make no sound as My cum floods your mouth. Giant spurts of hot, creamy cum fill your mouth. You swallow it all. Greedy for my juice. As my orgasm subsides I realize I'm clenching the sheets in my hands.

The bed is still moving with rhythmic tremors and I realize that you are in the throes of yet another orgasm just from sucking my cock. You move back to lie beside me. Pulling up the comforter with you. We finish our kiss. Softer. Slower. Satiated.

For now...

Punishment

2006-01-04T01:46:00.000-05:00

"Lower your seat." I wait while you comply. You've been pushing my buttons all day. I've parked in a secluded lot where we aren't likely to be accosted by anyone. No-one will hear your cries or sobs. Once you've lowered the seat, I tell you to lower your jeans and your panties. Your lip quivers just so. You know what is coming. You crave it. You have been pushing for it all day. I think you aren't quite ready for it though. Before I have you roll over I look at your sweet pussy and back to your wide eyes.

I have on the belt. The thick wide one. The one that is old enough to be supple, yet heavy and tough. Hand stiched with thick thread. The buckle solid heavy brass. I consider the buckle as I undo it. Is it time? Have you earned that kind of punishment? I hear your intake of breath as you realize it's real. "Roll over." You comply without hesitation. You know your punishment isn't going to be a few spanks with my hand or a hairbrush.

I've been gentle until now. The spankings enough to get you wet. To make you beg for my cock. Enough to keep your ass pink for a short while. They haven't been enough to keep your mouth from running away with itself. "What are you gonna do, spank me?" The clerk at the store at the mall thought it was cute. He laughed. I didn't. You've made a mistake and you know it. "Hmmm... mmm.." My only response as I paid for the purchase.

Now, as you lay on the passenger seat folded down, you know you went too far. You are going to receive a true punishment. Your hands lay at your sides. You know the futility of trying to cover your ass. There is no protection from the punishment. The hiss of my belt as it slides through the loops of my jeans loud in the silence of the dark night. I glance outside to see the stars overhead and I wonder how you would count them all. The belt removed, I twist it in my hands.

The loop is just long enough. Perfect in fact. The remainder folded into my hand like a handle. I take it in both hands and pop the straps against each other. Crack... Crack... Crack... I watch you jerk with each sound. The anticipation growing. Your fear of your desire making you question yourself. How bad will it be? How much will it hurt? You deserve it, you know you do.

"Count." The command is quiet, but firm.

"Yes Sir." Your head doesn't move. Your cheeks clench in anticipation of the first blow. I wait. The leather of the belt warm and caressing my hand. As you relax, I am ready. I've been waiting. SMACK.

Your breath rushes in as the pain galvanizes your senses. You whimper. "One." It's soft. Much too soft.

"Louder."

"One master," you respond. Loud enough this time. I decide it wasn't insolence as much as surprise at the strength of the blow. I continue your punishment. The count grows. "Twenty... twenty-one... Twenty-two..." Approaching 25 you feel relief that the punishment is almost over.

It's not. The belt moves over your ass. Covering every inch. The report of the leather on your soft flesh loud in the enclosed space. "Thirty-one..." the tears start. You can't believe how much it hurts. The agony. The easy burn of past spankings is long gone from your mind. The fire in your ass is real. You imagine the skin being flayed from your flesh. At 45 you begin to feel pride that you'll have taken 50 strokes. Surely he will stop at 50.

At 51 your hands move to touch your flesh. To cover yourself. "I didn't give you permission to move. Did I?"

You gasp, "No, Sir." Your hands move back to your sides. At least you are well trained. The discipline and it's results seep into your subconscious. "I'm sorry, Sir."

The color of your ass is exquisite. Striped pink and flaming red where the belt has criss-crossed your flesh. Thick welts raised above your previously unmarred smooth skin. SMACK. "Fifty-two... Fifty-one..." I look at your face.

"Are you confused? Shall we start over?"

"No, Sir, it's Fifty-two." Again the leather bites your flesh. SMACK. "Fifty-three." Satisfied you know the correct number, your punishment continues. The tears streaming down your face. You control your cries and whimpers. I decided long ago that I was going to stop at 75. Seventy-five. More than I've ever gone before. Your silence almost gains you another 25. Instead I decide your silence deserves reward. That your self control deserves a reprieve.

"Seventy-five." The belt laid in my lap. My hands go to your ass. The welts flaming hot like burning charcoal against my smooth cool skin. You won't be able to sit down the next day. Not without severe discomfort. My hand slides down to your pussy. Soaking wet. I wonder how many times you came during the session but I don't ask.

"Straighten yourself up." You quickly redress. The hiss of pain quite real as you pull up your panties and your jeans over your ravaged flesh. Your eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying. I lick my lips and swallow. Your punishment isn't quite finished. Before, I've always given your pussy a good fucking to relieve the pressure. As I start the car, I know what you really need to sink the lesson home. "What do you say?"

"Thank you Master." In your mind, it's completely real. You are pleased I've finally given you a true punishment. If only you knew what was coming.

As I drive you home, I give you instructions. "You are not to touch your pussy. Or your nipples. You are not to cum. You are not to have any self pleasure. No toys. Nothing. Understand?" You know now that you won't get my fat cock inside your quivering pussy. You won't feel my hands on your hips as I fill you from behind. Thrusting into your wet box. No fulfillment. The ultimate punishment.

"Yes, Sir..." the words are torn from your lips as we arrive at your house. As you walk gingerly up the walk, I smile knowing you will get no sleep tonight as your punishment plays through your mind. I have no doubt that you will follow instructions and that when I arrive in the morning you will be just as wet as you were when I finished giving you the spanking you so richly deserved. And then I'll fill you with the cock you crave.

Don't EVER dare me...

2006-01-01T02:25:00.000-05:00

"Mr. Seeker, Thank you for coming in today. Step into my office and we'll get started."

I'm already past started. Even though I can barely move after seeing you. Long hair without constraint. Your dark charcoal suit with a chalk stripe fits you like a glove. The skirt short enough to show the curve of your thigh. Control. Control. Your jacket hides your full breasts and no shell or silk top as expected. When you lean over to check paperwork on your desk, I can see a hint of lace above the button. I no longer care about the job I'm applying for. My only interest is you.

Your heels high enough to create the perfect curve in your calf. Oh. My. God. I lick my lips and swallow. I must have you. The aura of sex fills the room. Startled, you feel the tension as you close the door. "Are you ok?" you ask. "Perfect." I smile. I surreptitiously examine your ass as you walk to your chair. The tight wool of your suit shows your delicious curves to their best. My upper row of teeth capture my bottom lip and release. My slow intaken breath a counter-point to my racing heart.

The basic questions asked and answered, I'm on the verge of sweating. My heart pounds in anticipation of your flesh. Your silken lips on me. I think about how champagne would taste licked off your pale skin. My engorged flesh barely hidden. The electricity is palpable. Your questions falter as I rise.

"Is there a problem?" you ask? Trying to maintain control of the situation.

"No problem we can't solve." I'm suddenly in your space. Your heart pounds. Your breath shortens. The kiss is fire. Or is it fireworks? You aren't certain. You wonder. How did he get over here so fast? Am I kissing him? God, his tongue is so sweet. His lips so soft. Give me more. No, this is work. I must push him away.

Your hands pull my ass toward you. Our hips smash together. You can feel my hardness grind against you. Geezus... what does he have in his pants? Can he tell I'm drooling for his cock? I want to suck that monster. Fuck work. I need him. I want to be full of his cock.

My hand is tangled in your hair as I unbutton your jacket to reveal the black lace I saw earlier. Sexy and sheer. Your nipples hard and extending out. So Hot. I can't wait to see the rest. My fingers find the zipper on your skirt and suddenly all you are wearing is lingerie. The garter that holds up your silk stockings and the thong panties make me suck in my breath. I want you naked, but we don't have that kind of time.

Still in your heels, I pick you up and put you on the desk. My hands tweaking your nipples through the sheer fabric that conceals them. "The door...," you start. The thought forgotten as my fingers find your sex. Invading your tight pussy under your panties. Your hands reach for my cock. Unzipping my pants and pushing down my boxers in the same motion. "Fuck me, I need your cock."

Your panties part and rip away in my hand. They flutter to the floor unseen and forgotten. My tongue dancing with your yours. Tasting your sweetness. The thickness of my cock against your thighs signals my thoughts. "I'm going to fuck you silly".

"Yes, give me your cock. Fuck me hard." It's almost a hiss. "Now, Fuck me."

My fat cock slides easily into your wetness. My lips cover yours to muffle your shriek.

OMG... I'm going to... fuck... I'm coming...

I look into your eyes as I thrust deep inside you. Fast, then slow. Deep, then short strokes. Your thighs wrapped tight around my waist. Your hands clenching on the paperwork on your desk. My hard cock keep inside you. The ridge of my head stroking you, my ring an added stimulation you find is just beyond what you imagined. "My new toy," you think as orgasm rips through you again. Geezus Fuck.

All thoughts of decor gone. You scream, "Fuck me. Give me that big cock."

Your tight wet cunt is gripping me. Milking my cock. I can feel the cum rising from my balls. Shooting deep inside you. Stream after stream of hot cum. Filling your tight pussy. It leaks out around my hard shaft.

As I pull out, you gasp. Suddenly empty of cock. I pull you down to clean off my hard shaft. That's right baby. Suck it clean. You go to work with fervor, Noisily sucking me deep into your throat. Tasting us on my cock. I pull your hair out of the way to watch. My thick tool sliding in and out of your lips. The sounds of you sucking me loud in the quiet room.

I pull my cock from your mouth with an audible pop. I adjust myself back into my suit. I glance back as I walk out the door to see the glazed look on your face.

"She'd like 10 minutes before the next interview," I tell your secretary. Her conspirital grin tells me she heard the whole thing.

As the elevator door closes, I contemplate the second interview when I'm going to fuck your beautiful ass...

The void

2005-12-30T10:43:00.000-05:00

Like tendrils of fog drifting over lowlands
Images of you seep into my mind
Uncalled, unbidden you are there
Graceful in your appearance
Delicate and formless you glide
Intangible, ungraspable, unlikely
Your residence a mystery unsolved

PPM - fact or fiction?

2005-12-28T00:02:00.000-05:00

I don't know if I've talked about this before (and frankly, I'm too fucking lazy to go look), but tonight, I guess I'm in the mood to talk about it again regardless.

I've been called by many of my ex's 'Perfect Penis Man'. Same words, not "you've got a perfect dick" or "yours is the one that just fits" or any other such verbiage. Perfect Penis Man. Wow. It has such a nice ring to it. It implies that the length and girth and color and shape is ideal. Strange that I should hear such a comment more than once in my life. Even stranger that I should hear it repeatedly by multiple lovers.

I'm not vain enough to think that I gave each of these women the best sex of their lives, but it's a nice fantasy for me too. A certain pleasure center that is my swelled head (not the little one on my shoulders). I didn't always hear this comment directly from the women I dated. Sometimes I heard it from their friends. "So, I hear your nickname is 'Perfect Penis Man'? Can there be any doubt that these women wanted to experience the wonder of my cock personally? If for no other reason than to satisfy a curiousity? And be able to dispell the rumor as wildly untrue? PPM - yeah, my ass...

I've given considerable thought to what makes a perfect penis. The Perfect Cock if you will. No pencil dicks need apply. No twelve inch gargantuans. No teacup dicks. No pinky finger boys. Perhaps 6-8 inches in length, two inches across and a circumference of about 7-8 inches. Might that be perfect or is that too technical? I've never had a ruler up against mine, so I'm not sure what the specs are, but I have some idea.

Perhaps a perfect penis really follows the old tale... it's really the motion of the ocean... What you can do with your dick is probably more important than it's dimension, yet men have this overwhelming desire to be 'more than average'. To be bigger and thus 'better' than the competition.

Women have it easy when it comes to describing a guy. He's either circumcised or not. Clean. Shaved or trimmed (or shudder - neither of the aforementioned). He's measurable as a 'show'er or a grower'. The actual size is not larger than it appears in a mirror. Try describing a pussy in those terms... Let's see. She was uh, tight.... Not like Sally, Sally was loose. I was never really sure I was in that pussy. You know what I'm saying? Then you have the girls that are so tight, you aren't sure you are actually going to get inside her without a gallon of lube and a pry bar.

Then, my final thought on 'Perfect Penis Man'... perhaps is just a girl story to make a guy feel good about himself. A story they picked up in the locker room to talk to a guy about his cock without making him feel bad. (Or to make him feel good.) I don't honestly know. I'm not even sure I care. What's the story girls? Is there such a thing as a 'Perfect Penis Man'?

How 'bout a pearl necklace?

2005-12-27T02:48:00.000-05:00

You ever get tired of sex? Ever feel like it becomes a burden? Doing your ‘duty’ so to speak? You do a little in and out. The bump. The grind. The moan. The groan. You go through the motions. You might even get a big O. Or is it a little o? Or do you just fake it so you can go to sleep?

What keeps the fire burning hot? You read a little porn? Watch an ugly guy bang a girl or two he could never get in real life and come on her face? Think about your hot new co-worker that is too young and makes you smolder inside? Try something new? Honey… I was wondering if we could try anal beads? Or if I could whip your ass sometime for being naughty, or maybe you’d like to whip me or drip hot wax on me? Any of this sound familiar?

When does it stop being play and exploration and rote fucking? Does it come back? Oh, sure, you can run out and grab some strange. Perhaps your partner would even like to hear about it afterward? What do you do to get it back?

I'm not in this position right now, but I've been there in the past. I got to wondering about it. And since this isn't just a blog of sordid tales, I thought I'd ask it here. Perhaps there are some sordid tales. If you think it's worth it, post a blog about it and let us know you did. I look forward to your thoughts.

Neon glow

2005-12-22T00:48:00.000-05:00

Wet. That's what I feel on my cock. Your panties soaked with your need. Your anticipation. Your desire. I'm holding you against the wall. Our kiss passionate. Wild. Wet. Grinding. You turn me on so much. My shaft pulses in anticipation of sinking deep into your flesh. My precum adding to the wet of of your thin panties.

Your hands facing the wall. Palms out. Holding yourself out and away. Your body bent at the waist. Total submission to my wants. Your desire is just that though isn't it? Hard cock slamming into your wet pussy. Pushing you to the limit and beyond.

I pull your panties to the side. You moan in anticipation. Slick with your juices, your pussy is an open flower. Waiting for my organ to fill you with that which you desire. Passion. Energy. Heat. Radiant in the night. The neon sign flickering on and off outside the only illumination. You wonder what it is that brought you to this seedy motel. This vermin place.

As my cock slips slowly into you, you know. You surrender. Your understanding complete. Your knowledge unabridged. So full. My cock. Taking you. Pleasing you. Filling you with your heart's screaming need. Slowly, ravaging your delicate flower. Your palms sweat on the wall. Holding you upright only with great luck. Your knees want to buckle. My hand on your hip holds you in place. Guiding the pace of our fuck. Sometimes slow. Sometimes not. Faster, faster. Then agonizingly slow. Teasing your pussy and your nerve endings.

My hand snarled into your hair. Oblivious to your screams of passion. Your gutteral moans as I slam into you over and over. Your breath shortened by my pounding strokes. So... Fucking... HOT... Sweat streams down our bodies as they pulse with their own rhythm. Two wild animals contained and connected to each other. Enveloped in the heat.

My wet, glistening shaft sliding in and out of your tight box. Hitting bottom on every deep stroke. The pain a new kind of pleasure deep inside. The pace agonizingly out of your control. Surrender to me. Submit to my will. Feel me deep inside you.

You want my cum? On your your face? Your tits? Deep in your pussy? Perhaps even in your ass? Yes. I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill you with your deepest longing. Tell me what you want... That's it baby. Take it. Take that fat cock. Here it comes. My shaft pulsing from deep within. Spurting jets of hot cum where you need it most.

Take a break jeeves

2005-12-06T20:19:00.000-05:00

I know you came here looking for a good time, but I've got nothing for you. There won't be a new post until 20 December. Go read the archives, stock up on batteries, whatever you need to do. I promise fresh material again, but right now, I need to take a break.

The Seeker

Mmmmm... Yessss.

2005-12-03T14:43:00.000-05:00

I'm so in the mood for you today. Soft at first. A lingering kiss. Wet, sensual, growing in heat, breathing getting faster. Tongues feverishly explore. Hands moving, seeking, finding. Clothes part and fall away. Trapped in my embrace. The heat of my breath on your neck. The soft bite of my teeth on your earlobe. My tongue leaving a wet trail down your skin. I want you wet and squirming. My hands on you, pinching, pulling, teasing. Nails scratching your skin.

Pulling your skirt up... my hands on your breasts. Do you want it? Tell me what you want… You tell me to lick you. Can you feel my tongue on your skin? Take your panties off. Spread your legs for me. Mmm... you look so good. Wanton. Teasing your folds, barely making contact. Slow, circling your clit but never quite touching it. You taste so sweet. Sticking my tongue deep in your pussy. Tongue fucking you. Sliding up to finally lick your clit. I can feel your body jerk with the connection. Flickering tongue across your sex. Teasing your hood, your hard clit exposed.

Pinch your nipples for me. Twisting them in your fingers. Do you want my cock? You want to ride me? Do it. Yesssss. Fuck me. Biting your nipples. Your cunt feels so good. You are dripping wet. Ring my fat cock. Your lips grasping me. I’m so hard. Kissing you. My hands on your ass. Squeezing. My finger tracing your crack. Teasing your star. You want my finger in your ass? Wet with your juices I slide it in. Invading… Filling you. Are you ready to cum? Finger fucking your ass while you ride my cock. Feel that deep inside. Fuck me good. Make that pussy cum. Cummminnnnnggggggg.

As you wish

2005-12-01T01:57:00.000-05:00

Shattered by your taunts and laughter
Bind me with soft silks and tender kisses
Merciful in swift justice show no leniency
Bring me to my knees in supplication
Worshiping you with my tongue
My fingers in sweet caress linger
My will bent to your desire, your pleasure
Eyes downcast, humble in your presence
Body taut in readiness of your command
Show me my place as you grind me down
Revived with your soft whispers

Take it off

2005-11-30T22:53:00.000-05:00

I murmur softly in your ear. "Mmmm... Baby..." You feel so good.

I seemed nervous all through dinner. Being so close to you, yet in public had me jittery and tense. My thoughts about trying to calm down enough to pay attention to your words. Undressing you with my eyes. Over and over. I swirled my wine again and again. Almost a nervous tick. I was so stricken that you kept asking me what I was looking at. I couldn't tear my eyes from your angelic face. I don't recall a thing about our conversation. Blah, blah, blah... All I remember is how beautiful you looked.

Now, as I run my hands down your back and through your hair. I tremble with my need. Your soft lips crushing mine in a wet kiss. Your hands unbutton my shirt. Your fingers dragging through the hair on my chest. Lower and lower. Your fingers teasing. You pull my shirt off. Deft fingers unbuckle my belt.

You push my jeans and boxers to the floor and I kick them away. As I reach for you, you intercept my hands with a smile, shaking your head and stepping back. You've put on music and you tell me, "Lie down and watch the show." You begin a striptease just for me. Your body moving sensually to the music. Teasing me, showing me your tight body.

My enthusiasm is quite visible. It's all I can do not to finish myself off. By the time you are naked, I'm dripping pre-cum all down my my cock. "Is this all for me?" you ask. The impish grin widening as you kneel on the bed and reach for me.

Starlight, starbright

2005-11-28T07:29:00.000-05:00

My strong hands run up and down your naked skin. Teasing down your spine. You look over your shoulder at me. The glazed passion in your eyes. The fire turning me on even more. I'm ready. My cock rock hard. Glistening with lube in the soft lamplight. Every vein visible and straining. You reach back and spread your cheeks. Precum is drooling out of my cock freely adding to the wetness. Your little star slick and ready. Probed with my fingers stretched out with your smaller toys. As the head of my cock touches your skin you moan. You are ready to be filled.

Your head on the pillows. As I push into you, I hear your gasp. "Oh, god..." It trails off as I feed your hungry hole more cock. Sliding into your heat is so animalistic. The forbidden. Inch by inch I penetrate you. Slowly. Maddeningly. Your whimpers loud in the silence. "More. I'm so full. I can't believe you are in my ass. Give me all your cock."

You feel my hips against your ass. I'm all the way inside you. So tight on my cock. Your heat searing my flesh. My nerves twitching in stimulation. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, fuck me." As I begin to slide in and out of you, your throaty voice turns to a wail. "Ah, fuck... that's it. Fuck me good. Make me your dirty little ass fucking whore. Uh-uhhhh-uhh." I'm so close to cumming... To filling your ass with my hot cum.

"Yeah, baby. I'm fucking your ass. I'm deep inside you. I'm really stirring things up. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

I know this is pleasure/pain for you. My thick cock filling you. Making you feel like I'm in you to your throat. Stretching and pulling your tender flesh. Our breath fast and loud. Faster I fuck you. The sensation overwhelming you. My hand pulling your hair, your head tilting up. The sensations overwhelm you.

"Ah fuck, I'm cumming. Cum with me." Your scream is the end for me. Cum surges up from the depths, the root of my cock and balls. Rushing. Pulsing. Stream after stream of hot cum deep in your ass. I collapse on top of you. Pressing you to the mattress. As my cock slips out of you, you can feel my cum dripping out of your ass and down over your pussy. Like a little liquid finger in a final tease. A perfect finish to the session.

Industrial

2005-11-22T00:30:00.000-05:00

The strange rhythm of the music and the odd shapes, colors and views in the club have you on edge. The music so loud you couldn't talk if you tried. The flashing lights and glow from odd angles give everyone an ethereal glow. Seemingly in slow motion, you make your way deeper and deeper into the club. Past the drugged out gay boys with their water bottles clutched in hand. Deeper into the mayhem and alcohol induced haze. Past a girl with her tongue sticking out so far you wonder if she's the new Rolling Stones logo. All about tongue.

Your drink down to the the iced dregs, you find a bar and order another in you best bar whore screams. You wonder what kind of drink you will get and are surprised to find a great cocktail delivered before you can scope the bar for hot men. That's why you are hear isn't it? A man. OK, we'll be honest... you are here for cock. Nice, stiff, prick. Yes.

Drink in hand, you begin to scan for your conquest. Not at faces, but crotches. You are looking for the right bulge. The one that will tease you and please you until your voice is hoarse and your hair is sweaty and filled with dried come. The music seems faster. Louder. More insistent. But, that might be your pussy. Demanding cock. She doesn't listen when you tell her to be patient. She wants it now. Hard, pulsing, spurting cock.

There is more skin bared that you imagined. The naughtiest parts barely covered. Tempting. Teasing. Tantalizing. Your pulse quickens. Almost fast enough to keep time with the pulse coming from the speakers. The blur at the edge of your vision from sensory overload. Deeper into the club you go. Wending your way ever deeper into the depths of the club. Past alcoves of half naked bodies. Groping digits. Unheard moans.

You see me leaning against a brick wall. The graffiti behind me a blur in your vision. Your clarity saved for me. Your focus falters momentarily as you notice the throb between your legs. Your desire clear. Your nipples hard against your silk blouse. The tingle connecting with your sex. The near pain a completed connection you can't break. Your breath quickens again. Your chest heaves in anticipated passion.

You wonder if I can see the need in your eyes. If I can sense your need. You glance toward the exit. Unknowingly tipping your hand. You want to leave. You want it bad. Your hand shakes in desire. Pent up emotion reigning over your physical control. You look up into my eyes. Our lips magnetic in their quest for fulfillment. My hands run over your body. Feeling the taught muscles. The firm suppleness of your skin.

You take my hand and lead me...

Me unleashed

2005-11-21T01:50:00.000-05:00

1. what colour do you wear most and why? Black and Gray. Because I like it.

2. Whats your favourite place (specific, i.e. school) in the world? There is a small park with a pond near the center of Augsburg Germany. It's one of the most serene places I've ever been in my life. I visited there often and photographed it constantly.

3. If you were an animal, which one would you be and why? An ant. I could carry fifty times my weight, fall 10,000 times my height and walk away... nuff said.

4. Do you have any childern? No

5. What is your biggest regret that you wish you could fix? My birth.

6. What is the sexiest thing about the opposite sex? Their sensual grace.

7. What color are your eyes? My birth certificate says blue. I think I was kidnapped. They are more hazel... they change colors. Blue, green, gray.

8. Are you currently in love with anyone? Yes

9. Overall, are you a happy person? And if not, explain what you are. Yes. I used to be angry. I cured that. It took many years (not in therapy).

10. What do you do for a living? I'm a branding and communications specialist for an international corporation. I also have my own design firm.

11. How old are you? 36

12. What is your favorite position for sexual intercourse and why ~winks~? Me on my back. Woman in the catcher position facing me. It takes incredible strength/stamina on her part, but the feeling is exquisite. The only parts of your bodies that are touching are either in or around each other... total intensity.

13. Choose 3 words that best describe you? Honest, Private, Observer

14. What do you hear people say most about you? (ex: your friends, family in regards to who you are or how you conduct yourself) That I have overcome immense odds in my life and they are astonished that I'm single.

15. What sexual fantasy do you have that you have never told anyone? (or if that doesn't apply... tell any other sexual secret that no one knows about you of your choosing... the keyword here is "secret" *winks*) - I always wanted to have sex in a library. Hot, fast, passionate sex. The scene in Threesome when Lara Flynn Boyle has an orgasm while he reads to her was fantastic. (That was before she was anorexic.)

16. What made you start this blog? The words were there.

17. Are your stories actual experiences, fantasies, or both? Some of my scenes are from my experiences. Some are premonitions (I wrote In the Morning the day before it happened with someone I didn’t know when I wrote it.) Others are just there. Not so much fantasies as things I see unfold in my mind.

18. Is the girl in your writing just one, or many different girls? See 17, it varies.

19. What is attractive to you in a partner? The usual, sense of humor, wit, drive, common sense, inventiveness, playfulness, outgoing.

20. Have you ever been married? No

21. What's your favorite food? Cassoulet.

22. If you were given a free vacation to the destination of your choice, where would it be? Australia

23. Who would you take with you? -the trip is for two and you can't take a fellow blogger. As my life (and the lives of my friends) sit today, I would make the trip alone.

24. What do you want bad enough that you would make a bargain with the devil? Nothing. If I put my mind and will toward a goal, I will accomplish it.

25. What does writing DO for you? It allows the words to get out of my head. I often don’t know what I’m typing until I’m done. Then I read it as though I were one of you.

26. Favorite band or singer? Today, I’ll say singer for this one… Ozzy. He has the most unique voice in music.

27. How do you normally dress - preppy, casual, jeans & tee, etc? I’ll assume you mean outside work… Jeans and T’s. Or button down stripe shirts untucked.

28. Favorite part of a woman's body? ;) – I have two… Neck (strange I know, but if a woman has a perfect neck, the rest of her is too) and I’m a dedicated ass man. :-)

29. Out of all the scenes you have written which is your favorite? Primal, Serendipity, or Twilight.

30. Why is it your favorite? Each of my scenes are delicious in their own way. My favorites change with my moods.

31. What year were you born? 1969 – Chinese year of the Cock.

32. Do you write these stories because they are in you and you want (or need) to get them out? They are there, why not share them?

33. How do you feel about the response you get from these mostly
comitted women, that are responding to a death mask as an avatar? They aren’t responding to a death mask. They are responding to my words, my sensitivities and the feeling I evoke through those. I’m surprised.

34. Do you have borderline personality disorder? No

35. Have you ever had erotic thoughts about people of your same gender? I’ve never looked at a man and been remotely attracted. I’m sure the possibility exists, but it’s never happened to me. I get hit-on by men. I just take it as a compliment and move on.

36. Would you ever let a woman peg you with a strap-on (or have you already)? Dunno, would depend on how she asked. And my trust of her. And probably a lot of thought I’m not going to put into it today. I will say this… It’s pretty much all fair game between Consenting adults.

37. Do you enjoy being held (simple question, no funny lingo here)? I usually do the holding. But if you mean being close to my partner just for the connection, it’s mandatory for me… I can’t live without intimate contact.

38. What happened between you and your father? Never met the sperm donor.

39. What makes you a regular reader at a blog? Honestly, I read different types of blogs for different reasons. Perspectives other than my own are interesting – different experiences. Someone who just writes well or uniquely interests me. Humor. Intellectually stimulating.

40. When are you going back to Europe? Perhaps late spring or fall.

41. In what state, or region if state makes you uncomfortable, is bumfcuk? East Coast.

42. What's your favorite medium? Toss up. Writing and photography.

43. What's your shoe size? 11

44. If you were stranded on a deserted island with only 5 books, what would those books be and why would you choose those? Dune, the dictionary, and the Lord of the Rings Trilogy

45. How come you don't IM me more? I do have a life. Pathetic as it is, I don’t have time to IM all day and night… sorry.

46. How can I get you to give me your phone number so we can discuss some of these stories in more detail? I don’t know.

47. Hmmm #3... When you comin to Cali? When someone buys me a ticket

About me

2005-11-18T23:29:00.000-05:00

OK, Stephanie asked me to post more about myself. So, it's question time. Basically, you ask me anything you want and I answer it. It's more questions about me, not nuclear physics.

So, here it is:

1. Ask me 3 questions. Any 3, no matter how personal, private or random. (Exceptions are my identity.)

2. I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.

*****
Questions are now closed.

Enigma

2005-11-17T00:02:00.000-05:00

I know you are out there. Thinking in the twilight. What hold does he have over me? Why do I forget myself in my desire for his flesh? Your hands seek your softest parts. Fingers probing, stroking, feeling. Spreading your wetness and physical desire over your sex. Your sweet folds swell and pulse in anticipation.

Your mind whirling with untempered thoughts of lust and gratification. I come to you unbidden, unknown and shrouded in mystery. The image quickens your pulse. Driving you further towards frenzy and raw passion. Yearning in unadulterated fervor. Breath shortened and fast in the dim room.

The fantasies you create driving you ever closer to climax. Release from your mental bonds. Fantasy's that hold you captive to me within your private space. Your mind a roaring fury with strange clarity. Deeper you fall into the need. The psychological tremors keep you on the edge. Fomenting a greater feeling. You can see me, hear me, feel me within you. Fingers dancing, manipulating flesh. Bringing rise to the riot of blood that flushes your skin. Surrender to your own will. Your own creation. Your own volition. Yes. Accept it, nurture it, feed it.

Gym shower

2005-11-16T17:35:00.000-05:00

You watch me in the gym. Moving through your circuit to keep me in sight. Using mirrors to watch me surrepticiously. Finally, you watch me directly. Catching my eye as you move through your exercises. Your clothing showing off your toned body. It's late and the club is empty. Between machines we find time to banter. Laughing about our routines. Looking at each others bodies in mutual lust.

Off to the locker room to shower and change. I'm surprised, then hungry, when you walk naked into the shower room. Steam from the showers wafting up around our faces as we kiss... bodies slick with soap rubbed on each others soft skin. Fingers playful as our naughty laughter echos off the walls...

Beads of water build and roll down your perfect skin. I follow them with my tongue. The shower pelting both of us with hot water. My hands grip your tight ass. Lifting you to slide you onto me. The heat of our foreplay has both of us ready. Penetration is fast and easy. Your back on the cool tile wall as I pound deep inside you. Your moans filling the room. Your flesh my heaven. Too quickly we peak. But there is always the sauna...

Contact me

2005-11-14T07:26:00.000-05:00

I decided to create an e-mail address specifically for my blog. For now, it's posted in the profile if you should desire to use it.

The senses

2005-11-13T00:26:00.000-05:00

I can hear you. Soft whimpers of delight.
I can see you. The flickering shadows abound.
I can smell you. My nostrils inhaling your essence.
I can taste you. Oh, the sweetness you exude.
Can I touch you? Here? There? Everywhere?

What is that?

2005-11-11T03:05:00.000-05:00

I've been wandering around blogdom a bit lately. Lots of HNT pix to peruse. Lots of others just have skin on their blogs for their own enjoyment. I've noticed something. Ladies... why do you not take the tags out of your see through undies? And even the non see through ones. You've got this amazing ass framed by the small of your back and the tops of your thighs covered with sweet silkiness and lascivious lace. And then my attention is diverted from perfection by a small rectangle that has no business on your backside.

I also have to say that the comments you have all posted recently have blown me away. I know I don't respond in the comments section, but I do read them. And I love the chime of my e-mail when I get another one. Thank you for your continued support of my small efforts to arouse the inner beast in each of you. I'll try to post another scene for you later today. I the meantime, wander back into the archives and tell me which posts you enjoy the most.

Your turn

2005-11-09T00:43:00.000-05:00

"It's your turn when I say it's your turn. Now get on the bed. I want you from behind. That's it, spread your legs so I can see that juicy pussy you've been playing with." Lips swollen with desire. Your backbone a perfect trail for my hand. From your neck down to the crack of your ass. Over your puckered star. You gasp. Over your lips feeling your moisture. My cock is hard and throbbing again. I take it by the base and begin slapping your pussy and clit with it. A pussy spanking with my thick cock. You moan and beg. "Please, fuck me."

"How bad do you want it? Tell me what you'll do." You lick your lips as you look over your shoulder and up at me. The rhythmic slapping on your clit causing you to jerk each time we connect. I'm waiting. Your fingers digs into the sheets drawing them into little pools around your hands. "Anything... I'll do anything. Please put your cock in me and fuck me hard."

"Anything?" I smile knowing you don't know what this means, but you will understand eventually what it means to give me your body. "ANYTHING! PLEASE, FUCK ME!" In one thrust I'm in you to the base. My balls hitting your clit. For a moment you feel the pain as I force my cock in. Then the pleasure takes over. Your nerves all fire signals to your brain almost overwhelming you with pleasure. Pulling back on your hips to ensure it's all in you. "You wanna get fucked slut? Beg for it." I flex my cock inside you. Your already full pussy tight around me. "Please... I said anythi..." You can't even finish the words.

The wail from your lips unintelligible other than the sound of ecstasy. I start ravaging your cunt. Fucking you hard. Reaching into your hair to pull on it. Pulling your head back. Your pussy so nice and tight on me. The heat and slippery feel of our juices combining with perfect friction on my nerves. "I'm going to cum."

"No, your not. I didn't give you permission to cum you little slut. You will not cum until I give you permission." Your moans bounce off the walls. you grab a pillow in an effort to reduce the noise. You are right at the edge of orgasm. Teetering. Not knowing what I'll do if you come without permission.

"You said anything. It's time to begin fulfilling your word." I grab a bottle of lube off the bedside table. I slow my strokes in and out of your inflamed pussy. I dribble the cool liquid on the crack of your ass. "No." you say. You try to draw away, but you pussy pulls you back onto my cock. My thumb slides into your asshole. Working the lube inside. Stretching you out. "Relax. You said anything. Now tell me what you want."

"No. You're too big." I begin slowly begin long dicking you. Slowly drawing in and out of your dripping pussy. The sensation of my thick cock more than you can take... You want to cum so bad. "Do it," you spit the words out.

"Do what?" No change in my rhythm or pace. My thumb pressing against the top of my cock deep inside you. You feel so fucking good. I can't wait to feel your ass.

"Fuck me there."

"Where? I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg for it." I slow my strokes even further.

"Please, I need to cum. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass."

"More."

"Buttfuck this little whore. Fuck me like I need it. Fuck my ass."

I pull out of your pussy with a sloppy pop. You juices and the lube should be plenty. I pull your cheeks apart and slowly work my cock into your ass. Just the head. You throw your face into the pillow and I can hear the hoarseness of your voice. "FUUUUUUCK! It's too much. Please." I slide in a couple more inches. The grimace on your face and the small tear at the corner of your eye show the pain.

"Just a little more." I pour a little more lube on us. The sensation cool on your burning asshole. I slide the rest of the way in. Pausing for you to adjust. You begin feeling something new. The pleasure of being so fully stuffed with cock. Stretched around me. Taking it all. I begin to slowly fuck you. Long deep strokes. As the pain recedes and pleasure returns you begin pushing back to meet my thrusts. Feeling the fullness of me deep inside you.

Suddenly you realize you are on the verge of cumming again. You starting pushing back harder and harder. You want this to be a screaming ass fuck. Your muscles working my cock trying to milk my cum. "Fuck me harder. Yes. Fuck this little slut. Make me come." Your words push me over the edge. Your tight ass sucking the cum deep out of my balls. Stream after stream of hot sticky cum filling your ass. You can feel it inside you.

"Now, it's your turn. Cum. CUM for me you SLUT." I squeeze your nipples hard. My body pushing you to the bed. Still buried deep in your cum filled ass. I can feel every muscle in your body tighten in waves as your orgasm finally rips through you. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Your scream has no sound. Feel the power of your cum. Yes, now it's your turn.

Salacious intent

2005-11-08T02:07:00.000-05:00

You suck me with a fervor that is shockingly intense. Your technique displaying mastery beyond the terminology 'blow job'. This is oral love. Oral worship of my cock. Ultimate power in your own mind. The heat of my flesh against your tongue and lips what you seek. The taste of my flesh in your mouth your goal. My loss of control your private agenda. Pleasure. Your lips gliding against my skin. Taut, veins swollen with excitement. You know exactly how to stimulate me. Bringing me to the edge.

Pre-cum drooling out the slit in my head. Mixing with your saliva. Looking up at me to watch me. To see me shiver in excitement. Take it deeper. How deep can you go? Groaning... Uhhhhhhhh.... Your tongue licking my crown. Then engulfing my hard cock. Deeper I slide into your throat. Your mastery of technique keeps your hands away. The longer you work my cock the more pre-cum seeps out of me. The taste keeps you going. Your lips water in craving for more. Your lips drag against my skin. The light suction dragging my hips toward your mouth. Wanting to fuck your mouth deeper.

You moan and the sound creates a deep vibration on me. I'm going to come soon. My own groans intensify. So do your movements. Your hair brushing against my thighs. The sounds of you sucking me bring me even higher. Past the previous plateau. My body shakes with the need to cum. My breathing reduced to deep gasps. The spasms start deep inside. My hot jism spurting out. Stream after stream painting your face and hair. Dripping off your tongue and lips.

I'm there

2005-11-06T00:03:00.000-05:00

Just when you least expect it, I'm there. An image or thought you can't shake. Driving down the road. Typing on the computer. Soaping yourself in the shower. Playing with yourself late at night. I'm there. Devilish smile. Glittering eyes. My hungry lips and tongue. My sensual touch. My hard cock. Yes, I'm there. As you play with your food at dinner. As you prepare breakfast. My presence so real you turn around to see if I'm there. As you sit at your desk. As you play a favorite song. As you run. I'm there. In your dreams. As you towel dry. As you brush your hair. As you pull on your panties. I'm there. While you look in the mirror at the salon. As you walk on the beach. As you count out change. While you pump gas. When you talk on the phone. As you walk to lunch. I'm there. Putting on lip gloss. Sliding on your hose. As you slip under the covers. As you unbutton your jeans. As you reach for your beer. When chocolate melts in your mouth. When you read my words. I'm there.

I watch

2005-11-05T17:30:00.000-05:00

Across the table I watch you
Sipping wine with a delicate hand
Our eyes meet and you question
a delicate raise of your brow
My smile my only answer
I see what I want before me
I'm thinking about later
You on me, me in you
Every gasp for breath
a detail for me to remember
Your delicate features straining
Eyes wide in pleasure
The moment arrives
sweet release together

What makes it hot?

2005-11-01T00:03:00.000-05:00

This post was inspired by a post by Gigi at Mamalicious.

What is it about non porn sex in regular movies that turns us on? The tease? The fact that we want to see it all? Gigi listed her top 5. I didn't order mine, but here are some of my favs. (I didn't list Bound because it was on her list.)

So what are yours? Tell us... Here are mine.

Phoebe Cates was way hotter coming out of the pool than the actual sex scenes in that movie. As the director intended. Half of it is the slo-motion, another is the music. Genius. Also rated the #1 sex scene in a movie ever on VH1'a countdown of best 100.

Also on the list... Jade - Linda Fiorentino when she has the stocking over her head getting it from behind as a high end call girl. So HOT.

Michael Douglas and the pcychiatrist (Jeanne Tripplehorn) scene where he has her bent over the couch/chair.

Madonna/William Dafoe (try to ignore him) - Body of Evidence with candle wax... sizzle me, drizzle me.

Denise Richards and Neve Campbell in Wild Things

The rain in the alley scene in 9 1/2 weeks.

On my mind

2005-10-29T20:32:00.000-05:00

You are so sexy. I think about your naked skin under my hands. How you would feel under me. Looking into your eyes as I thrust into you. Feeling you contract around my cock. The saltiness of your skin as I kiss you and lick you. Your groans as I stretch you. Your hands grasping me. Your nails tearing at my skin. The naughty words that come out of your mouth as I fuck you. You were so demure before. Now you have become a wanton whore. Begging for more cock. Harder. Faster. Your hearts desire.

I think about you in those tall black boots. The come fuck me boots. Stockings and garter. Oh, baby. I need you. Your eyes looking up to mine as you suck and lick my cock. Worship? Control? Both I think. The sound of you sucking me comes to my ears. The wet sloppy sucking sound a huge turn on. The heat of your mouth even more so. I can't control my breathing. You have no idea how hot I am. The tension grows. I can feel you on me. Pressing me into the mattress. Riding me. Grinding on me.

I think about after. Sweat dripping off us. Hair wet and clinging to our skin. Tracing each other with our fingers. Hearts slowing down. I think about the smile that turns up the corner of your mouth. I think about the smell of your skin as I nuzzle your shoulder. Nibbling softly at your skin. Your contended sigh as you reach for the covers to keep from getting cold. The evenness of your breathing as you gently enter sleep. Our bodies pressed together as we will wake.

Cute over Hot

2005-10-28T06:07:00.000-05:00

I was offended recently by the thought that Cute doesn't have the worth of Hot. Hot may be a rare beautiful thing, but it's (she's) not likely to have a brain or give a shit about me. Then again, maybe it (she) has both those things, but cute will rock my world a lot harder. Hot is often fleeting. Cute tends to linger.

Cute is better than Hot any day. Cute will bring me home early from work and make me rise earlier. Cute will make me forget my name. Cute will wrap her arms around me when I need it most. Cute will snuggle up to me under the sheets because she knows I love it. Cute will smile when I walk through the door. Cute will know my deepest secrets and share hers with me. Cute will ravage my mind when I'm away and can't touch her. Cute will whisper naughty things in my ear. Cute will teach me what makes her feel good. Cute will remind me that today is better than yesterday. Cute will make me look forward to tomorrow. Cute will make me dirty and smile the whole while...

Letter from a reader

2005-10-27T22:26:00.000-05:00

I received the following from one of your fellow readers who is too shy to post. Sorry, I can't tell you who wrote it, but feel free to comment... be nice.

- Seeker

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i got wet when i read your post tonight.....
i like to surprise my boyfriend and go under the covers and start playing with his cock in my mouth until it becomes harder and harder and fills up my mouth. When it gets to its full potential I then get on top and put it inside and just go up and down on it really slowly. And then I like for him to get so turned on that he takes control and turns me over and starts fucking me really hard. And I like to talk to him while he is doing it. And I like for him to ask me if I want him to fuck me. Then when he is about to cum, I like to take his cock out and rub the pre-cum all over my pussy. And I do that until he can't stand it anymore. do u get hard when u write the posts? I like seeing him touch his cock. And I love when he puts it in my mouth without me having to ask for it.

Visceral lust

2005-10-25T22:11:00.000-05:00

Get naked. I don't want to talk, I don't want to fondle you, I don't want to caress you. I want to fuck you. Get your panties off. Fuck it, leave them on. I'll just pull them to the side. I don't care if you cum or whether you enjoy it. I want to use your body for my own needs. Come on bitch. Suck me and get me hard. You know you like it. That's it. Get me nice and wet.

Bend over the chair over there. Hang on. I'm going to fuck your pussy hard and deep. Pushing down on your back and pulling on your hair. Fuck. This is just what I needed. You are so nice and tight. I'm going to fill you up with my cum. Yes. Scream for me. I love hearing your grunts and groans as I fuck you. Taking what is mine. Your pussy. It's mine. I control it. I control you. Take my cock. I think I'll pull out and cream all over your ass and back. Yes. That's what you want isn't it? My cum.

Desktop drilling

2005-10-22T15:29:00.000-05:00

I'm behind you, my hands on your breasts. Cupping you. I feel your nipples harden under my palms. Your scent driving me crazy. I kiss your neck as I feel your tits. Teasing across your nipples outside your shirt. My hand glides down across your stomach. A finger sliding inside the waistband of your panties. My hand withdraws teasing you. My lips and breath fire on your neck. My tongue drawing tiny circles that increase your need. My teeth nibble the lobe of your ear as my hands pinch your nipples.

I glance down at my cock to see it dripping pre-cum already. You turn me on that much. I'm so hard. My cock pulses with each beat of my heart. The thick veins gorged with blood. My breath shallow and fast. I stand you up and turn you to face me. I pick you up and put you on the desk. Kissing you. I pull off your shirt. Your tits look so inviting. So round. So firm. I have to suck on them. Making your nipples slippery with my saliva. My teeth graze across your taut skin. Your nipples growing even harder. My hands running across your stomach and sides then over your back.

One sliding up into your long hair, entangling itself. I grab your hair in my fist. Just tight enough to cause a little gasp from you. I pull your head to mine and our tongues dance together. I suddenly pull away from your mouth and bite your shoulder. Kissing my way down to your nipples again. The roundness filling my mouth. I suck hard on your nipple, a new sensation. My hands running up and down your legs. Feeling the firmness of your muscles as they wrap around my waist. My hands on your ass, pulling you forward. I grind my cock against your panties. Leaving a trail of wetness from my drooling head. Kissing you hard, passionately.

I go to my knees and you lift your ass so I can drag your panties off. They are wet from your pussy already. Your pussy glistens with your excitement. I begin licking you. Light teasing strokes. My tongue seeking your juices. Trailing from the bottom to the top of your opening. Slipping inside to feel your warmth. My fingers holding you open, your legs over my shoulders. Feet on my back knees apart. Hands bracing you on the desk as you look down on me eating your pussy. Teasing your lips with my fluttering tongue. Slipping a finger inside your hot snatch. Flicking my tongue on your clit.

I look into your eyes. "You want my cock baby? Are you ready to get fucked?" I stand up and rub my cockhead on your lips. The pre-cum mixing with your juices. I slide my cock into you. So slow. Teasing. So HOT. Stretching out that little pussy. My thick cock invading you. Filling you up. Pumping you. Giving you all my cock. Deep inside. You feel the thick ridge of my head deep inisde you. Your lips drawing in and out and I move in and out of you. Fucking you. Faster now. You can take it all. You want to come don't you? "Look at my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You like that? See how hard I am?" My cock looks huge sliding in and out of you.

"You are going to make me come," you moan. Fingernails digging into my shoulders. I can feel the spasms inside your pussy. My cum rushing out from deep within my balls. Your ragged breath drawn into your lungs despite the convulsions of your body. Your groans unheard by your own ears. Your muscles lock my body tight to yours. Your face pressed to my chest as the final ripples of your orgasm run through your core.

The intensity

2005-10-18T23:02:00.000-05:00

Your petals spread as your pulse quickens. Full, pouty lips, swollen with desire. You long for my touch. Your desire given evidence by the wetness from within. Your breath shallow and fast. Touch me. The words ring in your head. Touch me. Echoing. My tongue teasing your flesh. So close, then drifting away. My lips caressing your skin. Your thighs, your hips, your navel.

My hot breath on your exposed clit. Please. Please. You want to scream it. Your pulse pounds through your pussy like a sound wave. Unseen, reverberations through your flesh. A drop of your liquid lust forms on your lips. My tongue teasing just outside your opening. Your hips thrust upwards to make contact. I move with you to keep you on edge.

Your fingers dig furrows in the sheets. Gathering bunches of soft cotton in your clenched fists. Please. Lick me. Taste me. Satisfy me. Make me cum. As though I can read your mind my tongue flickers against your flesh, tasting you. The electricity pulses through your body. The intensity causing contractions through your body. Sucking gently on your clit. Across your hood and inside.

Your moans tell the story for your senses. Primal, deep, passionate. You writhe in ecstasy. Your pussy slick with desire. Your orgasm builds deep inside. A small tremor that grows with each caress of my tongue. I savor your taste. Pure. Sweet. Nectar. Your juices cascade over my lips, filling my mouth. Don't stop. So close. So close. Your body twists on the bed, your back arching uncontrolled. My tongue teases you. Barely touching your aching sex. Then delving deep to explore your crevices. Gliding over your moist, tender lips. Pausing to kiss and nibble your inner thigh. No. Don't stop.

My serpent tongue dips deep inside you. Tasting your core. You can feel every inch of it inside you. Ohhhhh... Fuuuuuck. The spasms overwhelm you as I swirl my tongue across your lips and your hard clit. Your scream is immediate and raw. Every muscle in your body convulsing. The orgasm ripping through your entire body. Wave after wave. My tongue doesn't stop. As you cum the delicate connection between us is intensified. More tremors. Mindless pleasure. More. More. More.

Tonight

2005-10-17T06:12:00.000-05:00

Thrusting
Pulsing
Hammering
Throbbing
Screaming
Sweating
Breathless
Fucking

Lust Part 2

2005-10-14T23:51:00.000-05:00

I pick you up and carry you to the bed. Pull open my shirt, ripping off the buttons. Then I’m kissing you – hard. Tongues twining together. One finger then another in your pussy. I bite your nipples on my way down licking your navel. I spread your lips. I'm ravenous for your slippery pussy. You position yourself to watch the show. Me eating you. Teasing your lips. Tongue barely touching you. Licking your clit. I love eating you, you taste so good. I look up to see your eyes as I tease you.

“Hhmmm... I love it. Don’t stop!”

You caress the back of my head I stick my tongue deep inside you. “Oh, baby. That’s sooo goooood. Lick my pussy.” You are so wet. “I want to come with you tonight. You come here and kiss me. Come here. Look at me. We're gonna do this together. Alright?” I nod.

You turn me stomach up. Grab your wrap and tie my hands above my head and kiss me. I'm all yours. I’m so hard and you’re so wet it’s hard to contain ourselves.

I can’t stop looking into your eyes. I surrender. “Fuck me,” I say. “Please.”

You cant stop looking into my deep blue eyes either. You get on top of me. Your wet hot pussy really close to your cock I can feel the warmth and the closeness but you get really close to me and whisper in my ear, “What do you want?”

“Please baby, fuck me. Ride my cock.”

You get my hard throbbing cock in your hands stroke it a few times as I moan. I’m dripping precum down my cock.

“Please baby,” I say.

You guide me inside of you. Slowly, you adjust yourself on my cock.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

You glide me slowly into you. Very slowly. You feel every inch of my cock getting inside of you. Fucking hot. The difference in grasp and temperature almost makes me cum. Just feeling you around me is that intense. I look into your eyes, then my pupils roll back as you adjust all my cock inside of your pussy. I'm so hard for you. You put your hands on my chest for balance and start riding me as I moan. I grab your breasts. I’m totally under your spell. “Please, faster.”

“OK...” You start fucking me faster, giving it that little swirl in the end. The way I like it.

“I’m so close.” Your eyes shut with the intensity. You’re gonna make me cum. You are riding me hard and fast.

“Baby, look at me. Stay with me. We’re gonna come together.”

“Yessss,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“I can feel you so fucking deep inside me.”

“You feel so fucking good.”

Your head rolls back in ecstasy. “Oooohhh Goood. I love your cock in me. I’m ready.”

“Me too.” I’m thrusting up to meet you, pumping you.

You look down at me. “Are you gonna come with me baby?”

“Yes.”

You ride me even faster and harder. Your hips going in those circles I love. Swirling my cock inside you with a new friction.

“Now. Oh God.”

Making my cock feel every inch inside of you.

“Cum baby.”

Now it’s your turn to say, “Oh, God!!”

Spraying you. My head beating the pillow. Breathing so hard. OMG, I'm dizzy.

Lust

2005-10-14T06:47:00.000-05:00

You are wearing low rise, tight jeans. A tight babydoll top that shows your stomach. No bra or panties. The music pulses through the club. Drinks flow. Several women eye me, but I don't notice. You do. You keep a hand on me. Possessive. Giving them "back off bitches" looks. Finally, we've had enough and leave.

On the drive back to my house you decide to give me a road hummer. I set the cruise control and drive with one hand and I rub your body. I play with your nipples through your shirt. I slide my finger down the crack of your ass (that little gap between your jeans and your back. You take your time with the blowjob, sucking me teasingly. You know it's a long drive. You enjoy the warmth of me in your mouth. The control you have. You love the control. Sucking me, licking me. You feel so good on my cock. Your mouth keeping me so hard. Moaning around my meat in your mouth

“That feels so fucking good. Do you like that?”

“Yessss.”

Your hand cupping my balls. Licking around the tip of my cock. Playing with my ring. I pinch your nipples as you play with your tongue around my cock, it’s so hard for you. There’s still some ice left on that paper cup from the soda we bought earlier. I’m pulsing on your lips and tongue. You get some in your mouth and start playing with it around my cock. Just playing with it.

“Mmmmm....Fuck.” The feel of warm/cold driving me crazy. Sucking my hard cock. Taking your time. Playing with the ice cube around it swirling your tongue around my cock. My hand snarling in your hair following your motions

“Hhhmmm...” I can feel the vibration deep inside. Down to my core. I almost come. It's such a turn on to see you sucking my cock as I drive

“Are we almost there?

“Yes.”

“I wanna fuck you, I can’t stand this hard cock in my face. I want it. I need it.” You say, twisting your nipple.

“Take your jeans off then, if you need it that bad.”

“We can’t. You’re driving are you crazy!?”

How bad do you want my cock baby?”

“I need it bad

“Wait or fuck me now...?” I let the question fade off.

“I can’t wait. You tell me what you want me to do.” You take your jeans off. I can see how wet you are your pussy is glistening in the street lights. I slip a finger inside you. Testing. I love how slippery you are.

“You want me to turn and go to the house? Or keep driving?” I ask.

“I need you. You either stop it or deal with it.”

I smile and rub your clit. It’s so hard. Your clit against my finger. I turn for the house. Not stopping the tease. Fingering your tight pussy. Rubbing your clit with my thumb.

Almost home give me your jeans. I take them as I park in front of my house. Come on baby, it’s 20 meters and up the stairs.

“No, I’m not going there without my jeans.”

“Come on baby... you can do it... “ I leave the car with your jeans. Beckoning you with my finger.

“Nooo,” you shake your head.

“Come on baby.”

“You come back and fuck me right here in this car.”

“It’s the middle of the night.” I walk toward the door.

“You show me something worth going up the stairs for then… Lemme see if it’s worth the trip”

I unzip my pants to show you how hard I am. “Here it is baby.” I give it a few strokes. You can see the glint off my ring. Your mouth is watering. You want it bad. You can feel it.

“Come on.”

“I can’t. Come and get me,” you say.

I do. “Can you see my cock? So hard for you.”

You wrap your arms and legs around me and kiss me. I step away. “Inside baby. Walk in front of me. I want to look at that fantastic ass. I moan as you walk up the steps. Your thighs slick with your juices. I can't wait to eat your pussy and stuff my fat cock in you. You are at my door… hands on the wall… waiting for me. I can't wait I'm on my knees licking you from behind

“Let’s get inside,” you say.

I pull away with effort. Inside. Slam the door and start ripping at your shirt, pulling it off. You are naked. So perfect. My unzipped pants are off now along with my boxers.

To be continued Tomorrow...

Role Play

2005-10-12T21:43:00.000-05:00

Can someone enlighten me on Role Playing? Whether you've done it or not I don't care... You can tell me things you've heard or things you'd like to try or post some links where I can get more information.

I crave

2005-10-11T22:30:00.000-05:00

The soft touch of her hand on mine. The salt at the nape of her neck. The lingering of her perfume on my clothes. The softness of her inner thigh. The white of her teeth as she smiles. Her genuine peal of laughter. Her raised eyebrows right before she says, "Bullshit". My tongue teasing her sex. Touching the small of her back to guide her through a crowd. The contended sigh she makes after we make love. Her ring tone on my cell phone. The roundness of her ass in her favorite jeans. Seeing her put on the lip gloss right before we leave. The smell of her hair on the pillow. The sound of her hair dryer as she primps. The click of her heels on the sidewalk. The look of a champagne stem in her slender hand. The sound she makes when the food exceeds her expectation. Our deep conversations. Her smile as she unbuttons my pants. The way she makes me feel I can succeed at the office. Supporting her career just as hard. The way she says, "Fuck me". The way she rolls her eyes at stupidity during a party. The way she collects my things into her purse for later retrieval. Her fixing my out of place hair. The way she takes me in her mouth. The water dripping off her face in the shower. Her lithe movements through the woods. Her calling my name as she cums. Wiping the tear from the corner of her eye. Wondering what lingerie she'll wear tonight. Rubbing massage oil into her skin. Her smile at my new haircut. Waking before she does and watching her sleep. Letting her drive my car the first time. Cooking dinner as though we were one. Letting her have the last bite. Her finishing my sentences. Buying her gourmet chocolates. The feeling of penetrating her slowly. Trying to map her eyes. Failing to do so. Watching her lick her lips. Having her watch me open champagne. Her delight as the bubbles hit her palette. Surprising her with a book she wanted. Her taking my hand to guide me through a crowd. Seeing her after a long day. Her warming her cold fingers on my body. Stealing back the covers when I finally get cold. Hearing my IM chime when she messages me. Bringing her crackers and chicken soup when she's sick. Snuggling on the couch to watch a movie together. Her hand on my thigh. Our own private language. Finding her.

Danger blast zone

2005-10-10T12:45:00.000-05:00

Wine, women and song. Hmmm... I've got my iPod. I've got a nice collection of wine. Two out of three ain't bad. I'm in dire need of a Close Encounter of the Best Kind. Can I get that delivered? Just ring the doorbell and let me know why you are here. A nice cutie in tight jeans and high heels. Hmm... just what the Dr. ordered. Really, I've got a prescription. The handwriting is a little hard to read (he's a Dr. after all), but I'm positive it says. Hot Sex. Take as directed to relieve imminent explosion. Multiple treatments may be required.

Speaking of multiples, why is it that women can have as many as they like and the poor guys are stuck with (hmmm, what's a good number here?) 2-3 if he's lucky and she's skilled. I'm not talking time here. I can go for an hour or two without climax, but then there is downtime that needs to be included in the schedule. Now, I realize there are a multitude of things that we can do to stay in business in that interval. I think that is why we have hands and mouths after all.

Don't feel much like writing today.

Bound

2005-10-08T04:14:00.000-05:00

You have given up on my arrival. You glance at the clock again and again. Finally, with a deep sigh you remove your clothes and climb into bed, the soft sheets a cool comfort on your naked skin. The soft pillows lull you quickly to slumber. Despite my absence, you sleep with a smile. I'm there in your dreams. You tease, you tantalyze. You touch yourself. Your hands running across the plains of your skin. Over your breasts. Down over your stomach and navel. Teasing that small hole with it's glittering jewelry. Your hands slide further down. Avoiding your pussy as you look into my eyes. Transfixed by my gaze. You are suddenly nervous. Am I pleasing him? Am I doing what he wants?

I lick my lips, "Continue". You spread your legs exposing yourself to me. Your honey spreading from your center. You bite your bottom lip as you tease your pussy. Small groans coming in waves as you caress. I move toward you and gather your arms above your head. Holding them there as I kiss you lightly on the lips. My eyelashes brushing your cheeks. You want to touch your pussy but you can't. You are held, unable to move your hands. You struggle against me and as I kiss you you come awake, but you can't see. Your eyes are covered. You try to move your hands only to discover they are tied with a satin bond.

"Did you miss me?" I ask?
"Yes"
"Good, I missed you too baby"

You can feel my hands on you. Again you try to reach for me and find you cannot, the binding holds you in place. Tight enough to hold but not tight enough to hurt you or bruise your delicate skin. My fingers trace seemingly random patterns on your skin from the inside of your ankle to your knee, a meandering path up your thigh. Over your hips and up your sides. I've been longing to touch you. Now I can... My fingers trace circle from the base of your breasts to the top to your nipples. Suddenly the soft caress is gone. Your hard nipples are being pinched and pulled. Then my teeth are on you. Marking your skin. Biting down your stomach. My hands push apart your thighs. My hot breath close to your skin. Your pussy is already dripping with anticipation. My hands open you and my fingers invade you. No soft caresses. Forceful. Hard. My thumb brushing your clit. The fingers inside slick with your juices, moving in and out. I finger fuck you 'til you moan.

You feel me move on the bed and suddenly there is hot flesh against your lips. You instinctively open your mouth and my cock fills you up. You start on the head. Licking it around the edge, teasing, flicking your tongue over my jewelry. Then, you put just the head in your mouth and suck lightly...almost teasing. Mmmmm... groaning. Then you slide more of me into your mouth using your tongue over over your bottom teeth. My slippery fingers slide in and and out of your lips. Teasing.

"Suck it baby, just how I like it."
You take all of it in your mouth. You have to adjust your neck because of the size. You go up and down my shaft slowly at first...making sure to get every inch of it.
"Ah, yessss," I hiss.

You want to use your hands. You want to grab my cock. You want to grab my balls. You want to feel my cock grow bigger in your hands. You can taste my pre-cum and it makes you wetter. It makes you want more of it. I'm dripping for you. You quicken your pace just slightly. You don't want me to come yet. You don't want it to end yet. You want much more. You want to make me harder. I turn you and start nuzzling your pussy with my lips. My tongue teasing along your folds, tasting your juices. Blowing softly on your skin. "Do you like how I taste?" you ask.

"I love how you taste." I want more. My tongue slips into you. Tongue fucking you as deep as I can go. Our mouths fucking each other. God you taste so good. So wet. My cock getting thicker in your mouth. Your saliva making me nice and wet. "What shall I do with you?" I muse aloud.
"FUCK ME!" the need evident in your voice.
"Don't you wish you could see my hard cock baby?"
"Yes I do, please take the blindfold off."
"No, I guess you feel it soon enough."

I pull out of your mouth and spread your legs wider. The head of my cock rubs your slit and you gasp with the electricity. Without forewarning I plunge into you. Fuck you are tight. It hurts going in. Then pleasure overwhelms. Without pause I start sawing in and out of your hot cunt. "You like that? You like the way I'm fucking you?"
"Yes, I want it hard."
The ridge of my cock and my piercing rubbing you deep inside. "Oh god, you feel so fuuuucking good." My hands are rough on your tits, mauling your beautiful body.
"More...fuck my cunt...make me come."

Yes, my balls slapping your ass. I put your legs over my shoulders, I'm fucking you even deeper.
"Oh, hell yeah."
"Come on, make that little tight cunt cream all over my cock. Squeeze me... that's it baby." My cock is slamming in and out of you. I'm so hard you can feel every vein.
"I can feel everything."
"Tell me."
"It's filling up every inch of me... it's so damn big."
It's all for you. "I'm gonna cum soon baby. Gonna fill that pussy. Come for me."
"Yes, I'm going to come."
"Yessss. Thats it, me too."
"oh...Fuck!"

Dial a date

2005-10-07T19:46:00.000-05:00

Today, I think we should talk about phone sex. I've dated a number of women who weren't into it and that's cool. Although it would have been nice sometimes to be able to play with someone virtually when we were apart. I have to be honest, self induced orgasms aren't usually that good. About the only time i'd prefer to have self sex is when it's just for stress relief so I can go to sleep. Anyway, I digress. Phone sex with a partner that is into it is fantastic. I'm an aural person. I love to hear my partner. The phone in a lot of ways is better than real sex for this. The heavy breathing is amplified. They describe what they are doing. And so do you. For some reason it's pretty easy to time orgasms to be simultaneous as well.

Often during phone sex you also delve into fantasies that go beyond your normal sex life as well. When you start discussing fantasies with your partner, it also develops new levels of trust which ultimately can bring you closer to your partner. You have to be willing to step out on a limb for both yours and your partner's satisfaction. The more you play, the easier it gets. Perhaps you can even act out a fantasy or two when you get home as well.

And then there is anonymous or semi-anonymous phone sex. A wrong number turned into a a hot freaky phone sex session. Or a liaison via phone for two people who met on the internet chat room or even in blog land. So you really don't know each other at all. You can have the freedom to take the fantasy anywhere you want. You can explore new scenarios and get ideas from your virtual partner.

How much do you want it?

2005-10-05T18:39:00.000-05:00

Down on your knees. Just the way I like you. Your eyes wide with a naughty gleam as you look up. My hard cock inches from your face. You lick your lips in anticipation. You know better than to begin without permission. Your ass is already swollen and red from the spanking I gave you when I got home and found you playing with yourself. I could could smell your overheated pussy from the door. It was obviously you'd been playing all afternoon. We both knew it was just a preliminary. In your way you would find a way to provoke my ire further and then I'd be forced to have you pick an implement to be used in your punishment.

Knowing your mind, I am already envisioning whipping your hot ass with my leather belt. The wide cowhide leaving delicious thick welts. The criss cross pattern so beautiful pink across your creamy skin. Of perhaps you will choose the hairbrush. It takes more time, but in the end, you will cry just as hard. You'll beg for more, then for mercy. Through your tears and sobs you'll also beg for my cock. I've never seen anyone get as turned on as you by being disciplined.

I'll poke and paw at your tender flesh to see if you have had enough. I'll slip a finger or two into you to see how wet you are. When you drip your cunt juice on my thigh I'll spank you harder for your lack of discipline. Finally, as you are screaming and struggling to take the punishment I will ask you where you want it. You know what this means. You've been very naughty. "Please, not in my ass," you'll cry.

I look down at you on your knees. Hands at your sides. Your fingers twitch with desire to touch your hot pussy. Your nipples are hard and starting to hurt. You can feel them pulse. A direct line to your pussy. Your clit throbs. A small whimper escapes your lips. "You want something?" I ask. "Please... Let me suck you." You move almost imperceptibly towards me. Your lips open and ready. I think about your coming punishment and relent. "Suck it. Show me how much you want it."

Two for the show

2005-10-03T06:58:00.000-05:00

We wake slowly, languid. The sun lighting the room. Curled together in the cool sheets. The warmth of our flesh creating a new heat between us. Neither satiated by the ravenous sex from last night. Behind you in bed, my arms wrapped around you crossed over playing with your nipples. My hard cock trapped between the crack of your ass. You can feel the pulse of my heartbeat there. You groan as I tease you. Your hands on top of mine. Your hips gyrate slowly against my body. Your need growing. Your thirst for me to fill you. That empty ache growing deep within.

My hands explore your stomach, your neck, your thighs. Carefully mapping Your skin so soft and supple. Down your mons, then gliding away on your thighs without touching you where you want it most. Your whimper tells me you are almost ready. I run my fingers across your sex. Your petals open and moist. I open your legs and enter you from behind. The feeling of me entering you makes you groan. Without withdrawing I push deeper into your tight pussy. Stopping to let you get used to me, to relax around my cock. You are so tight. Even dripping wet it's hard to get deeper in you.

As I get all the way inside I pause and pulse my cock. Making it bigger and relaxing. Just like I do when I come. You feel it like I'm spasming inside you. My ring grinding on you deep inside. You begin to shudder. The orgasm flying out of nowhere. I watch your face so beautiful as you come. Then I begin sliding in and out of your dripping pussy slowly. You can feel every vein in my swollen cock. The ring adding another sensation completely. You can feel it rubbing against your flesh from deep to shallow. As it crosses that sensitive spot inside you your groans intensify. I hold there, shallow strokes designed to drive you crazy.

I can feel you getting even wetter. Your fingers grab at the sheets. Digging in, holding on. Your orgasm powerful, surging like ocean waves. Your muscles deep inside clamp down on me. It's almost painful, but so sweet. I'm trapped deep in your pussy. "Fuck me faster." I smile. I continue the maddeningly slow pace. In and out. Feel me filling you up. My fingers still playing with your nipples. Pulling, squeezing, pressing them between my fingers. I know you can come from this alone. My cock is just an added sensation.

Slowly, the friction incredible. Your warmth enveloping me. The shape of you so sexy. The curve of your hip, the contour of your thigh. Just looking at you brings me closer. I quell the urge to abandon my slow teasing fuck. In and out. Filling you up. Feeling the pull on my ring in the head of my cock. I'm going to come so hard. I increase the pace of my nipple teasing. Your breath is coming is short pants. So close. Unable to control it, my pace increases.

I withdraw almost to the point I am completely out of your pussy and then glide back in. You are so delicious. I can't hold back anymore. "Come with me baby. I'm there." My cock explodes. The feeling so intense I can't imagine any pleasure greater. As I begin to spray deep inside you, you come at the same time. "Oh, fuuuuuck," an animal shriek. I stay inside you as I hold you trying to regain our breath. Aftershocks run through both of us teasing the other. You whimper as my softening cock slips out of you. Leaving you with a sense of loss. We drift off to sleep satiated.

It's her turn

2005-10-02T10:36:00.000-05:00

The reality is that if she doesn't initiate then you start to feel like she's just indulging you. 'Oh, yeah, the guy is horny, I better get naked.' I'd rather have her come up to me at a party and whisper in my ear. "You look so sexy tonight. I'm gonna fuck you blind when we get home... " and then sashay away with a smirk on her face as I'm left with a growing erection. You think maybe I'm going to be a little more attentive that night? Perhaps.

On that topic alone, I think women don't tell men enough how sexy they are or how much they turn them on. It's like they feel they don't need to. Perhaps the attitude is simply, 'I'm with him, he knows I think he's good looking.' The reality is that we don't. I like to hear that my partner gets revved up seeing me in a certain outfit or that the suit I wore today makes her want to jump on me. So why aren't you? And why can't you tell me that?

I had a recent girlfriend say, "You never give me a chance to initiate." Um, if it's 11 pm and it's time to go to bed and you haven't done anything to let me know you want to play, then get a clue. I'd prefer not to have sex right before we go to sleep sometimes too. Or in the morning. How about waking me up with a blowjob or a handjob. I usually have a hard-on (most guys do in the morning don't they?) it's not a big stretch to do something with it. Make me your toy for a night or for the morning. Find out the night before if I have a busy morning or an early meeting (without letting on why) and if I don't, make me late for work. Trust me, unless I REALLY have to be at work, hearing my sexy partner say, "I want you to fuck me senseless." is going to keep me in the bedroom. Send me off with a huge smile.

How about stopping me at the front door one night before we eat dinner and giving me a hummer right there. Or doing it when I get a phone call during 'our time'. I had a girlfriend that used to do that. I'd get a call and about 30 seconds later my pants would be down and she'd be licking me up and down. In retrospect, I should have married that one.

Submit

2005-09-30T23:51:00.000-05:00

If you aren't down to your panties and a T-shirt, get there. NOW. Put your right hand on your stomach. Slide it up to your chest. Feel your tits. Feel your nipples harden under your palm. Caress your left breast and take the nipple between your fingers over your shirt. Are they hard? Run your other hand up your left thigh. Do not touch your pussy. Just trail your fingers between your legs. Now, back down the right side.

Play with your other nipple with the right hand. Lick your thumb and middle finger, get them totally dripping wet. Slip your hand under your shirt to play with your left nipple. Feel your finger sliding around and around the nipple. Outside your panties, rub your pussy lightly. I didn't say play with your clit... just your pussy. Tease your lips.

Are you wet? Are you dripping? Are your panties wet? They are aren't they? Slip your hand into your wet panties. Let your finger run across your lips and spread the wetness. Now, touch your clit. Don't stop playing with your nipples. Pinch them, tug on them, twist them. Slip your index finger inside your pussy. You like that finger in your pussy don't you?

Add your middle finger. Feel that little pussy stretch. Touch yourself deep inside where it feels the best. Rub your clit, feel how wet you are. Think about my fat cock. I want both hands on your pussy. One finger fucking yourself. The other playing with your clit, rubbing yourself. Is your breathing getting faster? Do you want to come?

Beg me for permission. What's that? Louder. I don't believe you really want to come... add a third finger. Fill that pussy up. Stroke your clit. Faster. Keep the touch light for maximum sensitivity. In and out with your fingers. See how wet you are? Are you my little cum slut? Then do it... cum for me. NOW. Cum hard. I wanaa see you cum. More. Make it happen. Drench those panties. Pretend you are coming on my cock.

My seduction

2005-09-29T23:23:00.000-05:00

You seduced me at the bookstore. It wasn't difficult. Your simmering eyes and your playful grin told me what I needed to know. A woman who knows what she wants. After coffee and conversation that lasts much too long and not quite long enough, you invite me back to your apartment. Dessert is on both our minds. The door is barely shut and you are on me. Our kisses are equal in passion and energy. Deep, wet, hard kisses. Our hands flailing at buttons and zippers, our clothes leave a trail to your bedroom.

There is no foreplay, no tender kisses. Rather bites on the neck, shoulders and chest. Your nails rake my back as we fuck. Tearing at my flesh. "That's it, fuck me," you cry out. "Harder. Give it to me." Your slick throbbing pussy is milking my cock, your hips thrusting up to meet me. I can't hold back. You can feel me swelling inside you. Even bigger, stretching your lips with my girth. "Fill me up. That's it, give it to me. NOW." Your fingers snarl into my hair and pull. Your other hand and your legs wrapped around my waist pull me into you deeper yet. You squeeze down on my cock and I come. You can feel each jet against the walls of your pussy. Deep inside. It burns so good.

To your surprise, I keep fucking you. In and out of your messy pussy my cock slides. You can feel my come dripping across your ass as it drips out of you. The dirty thought sears your mind and orgasm comes suddenly. It's as if your body is trying to pull itself all inside you. Then bursting forth. Your come bathes my cock. "Oh, FUCK...YEEEESSSS! you lose total control. Your nails claw into my shoulders drawing blood - I won't notice 'til later. I collapse on top of you. My weight feels good. My cock is still hard inside you. Our hearts racing we gasp for breath as I slip out of you and lay on my back. The smile on my face impossible to hide. The sheets are wet with sweat. The room hot with our passion.

As you walk to the bathroom, I watch your tight ass. The perfect curve of your tits as you turn in the doorway and smile back at me on the bed. I'm already getting hard again. When I hear the shower go on, a delicious idea forms. I wait a couple of minutes so you have your privacy then I join you in the shower. Your wet skin is slippery in my hands. Your wet hair so sexy under the stream of the shower. Little droplets form on your cheeks, glimmering in the light. I play with your nipples as I kiss you. The water running into our mouths. You feel like you are in a tropical waterfall.

You taste so good. Little pockets of saltiness remain on your skin. I nibble and bite my way down your neck. Capturing a nipple in one hand and the other in my mouth. Flicking it with my tongue, alternating with little bites with my teeth, then sucking hard on the whole nipple. My other hand drops to your sex. Your lips are open and full. Your pussy wet and slick with our mingled come. Your head rolls backward in ecstasy as I slip two fingers inside your pussy.

Then suddenly, I'm biting your ear and turning you around. My hard cock easily slips into your steaming pussy. You brace your hands on the wall and the shower cascades on your back as I fuck you with long deep strokes. Over and over I slam into you. My cock impossibly big. ‘Could it be bigger this time?’ you think, then you are past it and focused on pushing back against me to get it all inside you. My balls slap against your clit. My hand wraps your long wet hair and I pull your head back, turning your cheek to the cool tile. The blood rushing to your nipples with gravity.

You can see me with one eye. See my hard cock sawing in and out of your tender flesh. You have no words. You are reduced to gutteral moans and grunts. I fuck you faster. "You like me fucking your tight cunt? That's it. Yes. God, you feel good." It's all I can do not to come. I slip my thumb into your ass. You moan with the new invasion. The sensation of double penetration takes you closer to another orgasm. You can feel it building. A little higher with each thrust of my dick. Inside you, I press my thumb against the top of my cock sliding in and out of you. And this is too much.

You shriek as the orgasm surges through your body. You push back into me as hard as you can. And it doesn't stop. You wonder crazily what I'm doing to you. The orgasm just intensifies. Bigger and bigger. The waves bring you to your toes as you try to get me deeper inside. I'm going to come in your tight cunt. This hard cock is all for you. As I pump into you I can feel the pulse as stream after stream of come fills you again. Oh, my god.... Sweet release. Simply incredible.

Just tap it in

2005-09-29T06:00:00.000-05:00

"Tap that ass." We've all heard that phrase or perhaps isn't derivative "Tap That". Perhaps you engage in this kind of sex, perhaps you don't. What is it about the ass that has such an appeal? Since most of my readers here are women, I don't expect an answer. I recall Sam Kinison once said, "We didn't even know we wanted it until you said we couldn't have it." Is it the sheer naughty factor? I'll be honest, anal sex feels good, but not as good as say, a blowjob given by someone who is really into it.

I've only gone out with one woman (for an extended period) that really enjoyed getting her ass filled with my cock better than getting it in her pussy. This woman really just wanted to get butt fucked everyday - her tastes ran to the extreme though so don't judge. Most of my other girlfriends said they'd tried it once and didn't like it. They didn't want to try again. Hmm... I'm not the same guy as the other one you tried it with. Does my cock feel the same in your pussy as any other guys? Do I approach sex the same way? Most women tell me I'm not like other men in bed. Yeah, you decide if there is a compliment there. lol

I realized a long time ago that the key to successful relationships (including sexual ones) is open honest communication. So, why is it so difficult for most of us to talk about what we want sexually? Our fantasies, our needs. I've gotten better at it, but I still need to work on it some more. Perhaps it just takes the right person. That ever elusive 'ONE' we all look for. lol

In peace

2005-09-27T00:52:00.000-05:00

As we begin a new day
This night is still young
Your pale skin luminescent
In the light of the moon
Through the window
Your breath one with the wind
A tree casts it's shadow
On the wall opposite you
The skeleton revealed
In exquisite detail above your
Silent form on the bed

Iceberg ahead

2005-09-26T21:34:00.000-05:00

I'm curious about pussy control. Not controlling the pussy, but the control women exert over that part of their body. It's pretty much universally accepted that man has no control over his dick. 'A stiff prick has no conscious' I've read. I have to agree in a large degree. I mean, how many times have you been in a situation where you get all hot and heavy with a girl and she's asking, 'Do you have a condom?' A what? I didn't think I was getting laid tonight? I was just out having a couple beers... or whatever. Suddenly, you've got this hot chick with her tongue down your throat and her hand down your pants massaging your cock like you fantasize about when you are jerking it to whatever skin magazine happens to be handy (or thought of that woman you saw at the grocery store or at the video rental place. Yeah, the one with the tight ass and perky tits.

So suddenly, you are faced with fuck her or don't fuck her. Your balls are screaming their own chant like a guy who has a $1,000 bet on the game and it's tied in second overtime. Put it in you fucker. PUT IT IN!!!!!! All you think about it getting it into the goal. Go, Go, GO, GOGOGOGOGO... Rational thought just blew out the fucking window like a candle that just got snuffed. You can't hear anything but the roar of your heartbeat and her soft murmur as you tease her lips with your fingers. There is no way you aren't fucking her. You worry about it for about 4 seconds. TOPS.

Then you are in her. The liquid ecstasy overwhelms your senses and you almost blow your wad right there. OMG. She feels so fucking good. HOT, WET, TIGHT. She's wrapped around your cock with the sweetest cocoon that ever was. It's the best you ever had. At that moment of penetration, there is nothing but you, her, your cock and her pussy. You want to just ravage her. Slam into her over and over 'til you come. Harder, faster. Take it. You love this cock don't you? I'm going to fuck you senseless.... Control takes over. You take a little more time. You hold yourself back. Barely. You want it to last. Fuck, the agony. The exquisite feeling makes your eyes roll back into your head. The sweat pours down your face, down your back. The sheets are soaked at your knees from the exertion and wet underneath her as she drips with her own lust.

So wet, come for me baby. Bathe my cock with your pussy juice. Come for me. Come all over my cock. Tell me. Tell me what you feel. Yes. Fuck yes. So fucking good. I'm gonna come. Gonna fill you with my hot come. Ohhhh.... FFFFFUUUCK.

Yes, no control. Yet women seem to be able to control it at will. I've seen women talk about how horny they are and not fuck a guy that is ready and willing. Hell, I've had it happen to me. For whatever reason, a woman seems to be able to turn off that connection from her pussy and it's desire to her brain and somehow keeps from losing control. Can someone tell me about this ability? Seriously, where does this mental ice come from. I've had women tell me they are so horny, "my little kitty hurts." and other things along the same line. So how do you shut it off? Even more importantly, how does the guy flip the switch the other way?

I wanna talk about me

2005-09-23T07:01:00.000-05:00

Eyes asked me to post more about myself. I'm a little at a loss what to write. I originally started this blog as a place to put all the thoughts I didn't want connected back to me. The infancy of Rack the Jipper was confused and stood on somewhat wobbly legs. Then I hit on the scenes and didn't do much looking back. The dedication of those of you who read me everyday is astonishing. I still haven't figured out what the draw is to these scenes and the words I use. I appreciate the wonderful feedback however. I've grown to love my mailbox chime letting me know someone out there was touched somehow by my words.

Things about me: I don't tolerate stupidity well. I love to laugh. The sound of breaking glass is my favorite sound in the world. My favorite curse word is cocksucker. I believe that America is killing itself by not teaching our children. I love to roadtrip - even alone. I'd rather help someone than accept help. I know how to admit 'I don't know'. Unlike most men, I will stop and ask for directions before I get lost. I will not drive around lost either. I'm secure enough in my masculinity to wear pink. I am a hopeless romantic. I've never cried at the end of a chick flick. I prefer wine over beer. Cats over dogs. Pie over cake. My favorite meal is steak and great wine. I have an affinity for hair bands that I cannot shake. I also listen to a lot of other music besides rap. I'm trying to build my collection of blues and current music. I'm old enough to stop kids from playing in the street. And young enough to remember doing it myself and wishing I still could. I love my job unlike so many people I know. One of the reasons I started blogging was to practice my writing for the day I start a book. I haven't eaten a fish stick in over 20 years and with luck, never will again. I buy thoughtful gifts for people. My face is impassive and people often think I'm mad when I'm not. I'm the proverbial Hells Angel terror, but big teddy bear inside cliché. I'm a clothes whore and love to shop. My best friends wife takes his credit cards away when I come to visit. Look, he really needed that new suit and the cashmere overcoat. Well OK, maybe 100 ties is enough, but look how beautiful these are... lol.

Water nymph

2005-09-21T06:02:00.000-05:00

We start in the pool. Kissing, fondling, enjoying each others flesh. My hands slide across your back, your skin and mine creating electricity deep inside each other. They glide across your ass, I want to grab and squeeze your flesh in my hands, but I resist. Right now, it's about the tease. The promise of what is to come. Our tongues entwine, writhing animals with minds of their own. Our moans loud across the water. The only counterpoint the splashing of our limbs in the cool water. Your legs wrap around my waist. My cock teasing your pink. Your lips spread around me. Sliding over the top of my cock. I pick you up and walk out of the pool. Our bodies dripping water in the warm summer air. The oversize sun chair just off the steps is a perfect landing point. I sit down with you on top of me. You slide your pussy over my cock. Your juices creating a sloppy mess that in a huge turn on. I play with your nipples with one hand and tease your clit with the other. Your hips hump faster and faster. The ridge of my cock riding across your clit at the peak of your stroke. At the bottom you rub the head of my cock with your fingers. The stimulation intense and never ceasing. Finally, you can't stand it anymore and you grab my slippery cock in your hand and guide it to your hole. You are tight and it takes a little work to get me inside you. Finally, with the head inside, you sink down on my cock. Slowly stretching your pussy to accommodate my girth. Finally, your lips reach the bottom and I'm stuffed inside your tight, wet box. "So fucking big," you moan. "You are filling me up with your huge cock." The lust in you gives way and you begin riding me, up and down with a swirl thrown in that creates a new friction on me that I've never felt. Fuck. Shit. "You feel so fucking good." Your hair is whipping and you fuck me. My cock a big, hard pulsing piece of meat that makes you forget your toys. As you rise up off me me, I can see your lips pulling outward around my cock. Then slipping back inside as you descend. The tug on your lips on my cock bring you closer to orgasm and as I pinch your nipples, you rush over the peak of orgasm. You breath held as you shake through wave after wave of your come. Your pussy ever wetter and sloppy with your passion. As much as you want me to fill your pussy with my come, there is another treat you desire more. You pull off me and drop to your knees. Taking my wet cock in your mouth, you savor our combine flavors. You taste your pussy juices mixed with my pre-cum. You look into my eyes as you suck my cock clean. Pumping me with your hand. You pause, "I want you to come in my mouth. Give me your cream." You've kept me on the edge and now you take me over the top. I feel your lips on the base of my cock. Somehow past your gag reflex, I'm down your throat. My come pulses in hot streams down your throat. You catch the last jets of my come on your tongue and move up to share them with me. I can still taste your pussy in the mix of saliva and come.

Guest posting

2005-09-15T06:16:00.000-05:00

Hi dedicated readers. I've invited one of you to be a guest writer for my blog today. The following was written by Christina. Oh... Yes. Enjoy - and go visit her blogStumbling Across Oblivion.

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Mmmm I wake up, wanting you.

Without even a thought, I am wet and hot and filled with no other desire than to have you between my legs. I am curled around you, my breasts bare against the heat of your back. My arm brushing your chest as your slow exhales soothe the room.

As the darkness kisses my eyelids, I concentrate on the sudden throbbing of my pussy and it’s need to surround and bury your erection. I wonder if I should wait until morning or just nestle in the crook of your neck in hopes of your waking. Baby, I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock grow inside me, your breath whispering across my skin as a quaking builds up along my spine.

My mouth begins exploring your neck, my tongue languidly caressing the skin under your jawline, tracing your muscle down to where your neck and shoulder meet. I begin to kiss your skin, pausing for a moment to catch my breath. My lips press down and part slightly as my tongue dips in for a taste of the saltiness of your skin.

The sound of your breathing begins to change as arousal takes control. Softly you moan and stir easing back against me.

Denim days

2005-09-13T23:38:00.000-05:00

Your shaved pussy has been rubbing against your jeans all day. Keeping you nice and moist. Turned on, but not to the point of creaming all over. Tantalizing you. Keeping you on edge. I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner when you arrive. You walk in and note the glass of wine I'm sipping as I cook. The tight jeans stretched just right across my ass. You come up behind me and encircle my waist with your arms. Your teeth nipping at my ear. Your tongue licking my neck. "Forget dinner baby," you whisper in my ear. Your hand rubbing my growing cock through my jeans. Down the leg of my jeans it grows. I can feel your fingernails as they lightly scratch my length. I grow hander and turn to kiss you full on. My hands grabbing your tight ass. Squeezing you just the way you like. Our hands tear at the buttons. You pause to giggle as the label inside my fly comes into view. "L*cky You". I'm wearing your favorite L*cky jeans. You push them out of the way and pull your own down. You are now dripping wet. You want it so bad. That fat, hard cock deep inside your tight pussy. I pick you up and put you on the counter. Just the right height. Your ass slightly off the edge. Then, I'm in you. Fucking you hard. Biting your shoulder. I slow down to tease you with the thick ridge at the head of my cock on the outer edge of your pussy. Then slam it all the way in. stretching you to the limit. You clamp down with your kegel muscles. You want us to come together. "Fuck my juicy cunt!" you wail. "Yes, just like that. Give me that cock cream. Splash me with your come." Your eyes roll back into your sockets as orgasm overtakes you and all I can see is the whites of your eyes shaking between narrowed eyelids. As you continue to spasm you scream, "yes, awwww fuuuck. Come for me." Then I'm shooting off deep inside you. Again and again I thrust as deep as I can. Trying to ride out my orgasm, but it's too intense and I have to stop buried in your pussy. Pumping what's left of my come deep into your pussy. As my softening cock slides from your pussy you ask, "So, how was your day?" with that impish grin I love so much. We are in for a long night I can tell.

Heavenly Response

2005-09-13T07:06:00.000-05:00

Yesterday a friend of mine accused me of having more e-mail addresses than God. While I do have many for a variety of audiences, I don't think that is true. But since he sent me an invite to gmail, I decided to play a little. I created an address called godsoffice and sent him the following after he sent an e-mail to a fictitious God e-mail address that I claimed to have issued. (No, I don't think I'm going to hell. It was intended as humorous.) With this new fantastic address, I proceeded to send my friend the following form letter. (Note: to my knowledge neither I or my friend is religious.)

Here at God's office, we do our best to respond to each individual prayer that is rendered. Occasionally, we find ourselves faced with a dilemma. To answer, not answer or forward the prayer to a higher level. While we cannot guarantee that your particular prayer will be acted upon, we recognize the good intention behind your fervent call and have accordingly forwarded the prayer to a higher office. Thank your for your time and your belief at this time.

Sincerely,

God's Office Staff

Serendipity

2005-09-09T01:21:00.000-05:00

You see me across the bar. You've been thinking about your need all week. Furious sessions with toys doing nothing to satiate your need. If anything, the ache has simply been heightened. While getting dressed you had to stop and play with your little pussy twice. Finally, the hair was perfect. Your make-up just so. Your tight top the perfect compliment to your short mini skirt and Come Fuck Me Pumps. You look damn good and you know it. Feeling even naughtier because you aren't wearing panties. The slight breeze that catches on your smooth skin giving you a wicked thrill as you entered the club. Your nipples already hard and aching to be sucked. Your long legs formed into the skirt as though poured as molten metal. As you sip your drink you plot how you will seduce me. A quick and too needy "I want to fuck you" isn't the right play tonight. Nor is the damsel in distress. You have a different game in mind. Domination. Control. You are blatant about your target. The pounding bass beat sets a rhythm that is hard to ignore. You sip your drink as you watch me. I see you across the bar and wonder what makes you tick. What little thing makes you shriek in uncontrollable sexual abandon. I wonder how your full lips will feel wrapped around my throbbing meat, wet with saliva and pre-cum. Our eyes meet. Locking for a brief instant through the colored smokey haze. You set down your drink and make your way through the club. Deftly avoiding lesser supplicants for your pleasure. Your focus set and determined. Close you look me up and then down. Noting the details. Polished shoes, clean fingernails and hands without calluses. You aren't looking for a blue collar man tonight. You want polish and finesse.
"Do you live nearby?" Your words haughty and clipped. All business.
"No, I came for the band." I reply drinking deep in my whiskey Coke. The clinking ice barely audible above the heavy beat.
"Follow me. We'll use my place." I abandon my drink and follow the graceful curves of your swaying ass to the door. It's all I can do not to put my hand on you. Not yet. Not here.
Inside your apartment you push me against the door. Your red lips pinning me there as you kiss me. Beginning your power trip. You rip the buttons of my shirt. Eager to reach my chest. Biting and teasing my sensitive skin.
"Strip." Your tone brooks no disobedience or second thought. I disrobe. Neatly folding my clothes as I remove them knowing that this is somehow important to you and that the game is over if I violate the rules.
Leading me naked to the other room, you point to the bed. I see the ties already in place. You intend to tie me in place for your pleasure. I lie on the bed and watch as you remove your clothes. My cock pointing at my chest as I grow in excitement. Your body is perfect. High, firm tits capped with deep aureola and hard nipples. You run your hands over your body teasing both of us with your blatant caress. Your body is tight from weeks and months slaving in the gym.
"You are here for my pleasure. You will do as you are told. Your cock is mine. You will come only when I tell you. If, you please me. Failure to pleasure me will result in swift punishment."
You are already wet. Your pussy was slick when we left the club. Aching to be filled by a hard thrusting cock. Heart pounding in anticipation of riding my hard cock savagely. Providing you with orgasm after orgasm. You move to the bed and as you take my arm to put it into the tie hanging from the post of the bed I move swiftly and suddenly the tables have turned and it is you lying bound. Spread eagle on the bed. Your eyes wide with shock and dismay. I lean over you. Teasing your nipples. Pinching them. You are speechless. This is a surprise. A new twist. As I begin to lick your pussy, you are bucking against the ties, but the knots were expertly prepared. "Get ready, it's time for you to come..."

Monster

2005-09-08T01:35:00.000-05:00

In my mind I think of you as the cock monster. All you want is cock. My mind is irrelevant. You want cock. Big, hard, available cock. You climb onto me with your panties still on. You pull them aside. You know what you want and you aren't taking no for an answer. You don't need foreplay, you've been thinking about this all day. You impale yourself on me. Pausing to stare into my eyes. I'm frozen. I'm like stone. All I can think about is fucking you long and deep. Your slippery tightness grasping me as you slowly ride me. The exquisite agony draws a moan from my lips. You kiss me feverishly. Your tongue dancing against mine. Your teeth snagging my lip and tugging. You are so hot. You pull my collar toward you. Your muscles gripping me like I've never felt. You groan with each thrust inside you. Deeper, harder, faster. You want to feel that searing heat inside you. You want my come. I suck on your nipples. Gently biting with my teeth. I squeeze your ass in my hands. Guiding your bucking hips as you ride me faster. You pussy grasping me in a tight sheath. Magic fingers ripple on my cock. Drawing me deeper and deeper. You rise up, teasing yourself. Only the head just inside your lips. Back and forth. Every fifth or sixth stroke taking me all the way inside you. The wet sucking sounds of our sex driving the frenzy even higher. "Come with me," you say. "I want you to come with me." I'm there. My nails biting into your skin. Your tight ass in my hands. I want to stop myself, but I've lost control. "Here it comes. Just for you," I groan. With that, I'm splashing your pussy walls with my come. Again and again, my cock spurts into you. You scream as your own orgasm is triggered deep within. Your head rolls back and your eyes close in the rapture of the moment. Your body shakes as the feeling overtakes you. Your body spasms out of control. Pushing against me to get it all inside you. Cock. More cock.

Twilight

2005-09-05T22:01:00.000-05:00

Your breathing so soft. A melody of quiet song that calms my nerves. You lay with your head on my chest. The melodic beat of my heart a baseline that calms and relaxes you. Your muscles loosening and tension slipping away. The warmth of our skin melding sweetly together. Fingers tracing lazy circles without completion. Tentative and slow. No hurry, no urgency. Certainly without purpose other than just to connect with the surface below. All tension seeping away. Leeching into the darkness at the edges of the room. Content. You play with the hair on my chest. Tiny trails blazed by your fingers on their travels. Journey's never finished yet not restless in their meandering motion. Sleep my love. Rest. Play on crescent beaches and glimmering sands. Linger in twilight's calm.

Nuance

2005-09-03T01:15:00.000-05:00

I'm finally getting to that point in my life where it's not just about the sex, but the more I look for that elusive something else, the more sex seems to come my way. Now, this might sound like a great thing. Hey, who doesn't like to have some nice hard driving sex (uh, see Primal below)? haha I've been told many times that I'm a great lover. I've been told I'm the first person to give several women an orgasm.

Here's the thing. I have sooo much to learn. The little nuances. Putting your hand on her lower back. Scratching her just so. Whispering that thing that rocks her world just before she reaches climax. Finding the right cadence and pressure for your tongue and perform that one intimate act that many women don't like (why do you suppose this is? Could it be that men suck at it? I mean it's not like we ever got a manual or anything.) Guys, quit watching the porn. Pretend it's your favorite flavor of ice cream and you haven't had it in years if you have to. Be delicate, be sensual. Be languid. Don't rush it. I found a great technique not long ago, but I need to find out it it was just for that one woman. I'm not about to give lessons on how to go down, I don't think I'm that good at it yet. Not quite enough practice. But, I have to be an advocate for learning new ways to be inventive in bed.

Back to my point (I think). Perhaps I'm finally just getting comfortable enough with myself to let it happen. I know when I was younger I passed up many opportunities. Not because I didn't want to, I wasn't comfortable with it. I also discovered way too late in life that I'm blind when it comes to seeing that great woman is actually interested until it's too late. Note to the ladies reading this. TELL US. There are sooo many men out there that are that sweet nice guy that will shake the foundations if you just loosen him up a little, but he probably doesn't know you are interested. Because there is no class out there. No one teaches this stuff. It's like. Hey, there is the playground. Go spit on one of them. If she cries, she's your girlfriend. Then suddenly, that means something. You get this uncomfortable woody that keeps you from working problems on the board and you want to stick it somewhere so bad you totally lose the ability to speak. WTF? This is how it works? So ladies. Find a way to tell the guy, he might just have a fear he's going to have to go work a problem on the board. Give him a kiss first for a change. Whatever it takes. Just don't let that guy slip away, he could be the one. Or maybe just the one tonight. I'm certainly not opposed to that...

Primal

2005-09-02T00:09:00.000-05:00

It's not like before. This is animal lust. Pure. Adrenaline fueled passion. I kiss you. Hard on the mouth. Our tongues writhing against each other. Our hands fly over each others body. Finding buttons and seams. Tearing at them. Ripping the clothes. Flesh revealed. Your nipples are already hard. The pulse in your veins pushing you faster. I step out of the last of my clothes and reach for your panties. I don't even bother to try to pull them down. The flimsy fabric just tears in my hand as I rip them away from you. Naked. Ready. My hard cock is leading the way. No foreplay. You know instinctively what I want. You turn around. I grab your long hair and push you down over the chair. "Yes, Fuck me," you hiss. You spread your legs revealing your pussy. Wet with your desire. I line my cock up and slam it into you. No taking time to ease into it. You scream as the pain hits you then the pleasure settles in as I begin fucking you. I'm pulling your hair back. Ramming into you over and over. "Yes, oh, god. I need you," you scream. The game of tease from earlier tonight is past. "You like this cock? You want me to stop?" I ask. Knowing the answers. "Yes, It's so big, you are filling me up. Don't stop...Uhhhh" Your first orgasm rips through you. I start spanking your ass to heighten the feelings, overwhelming your nerve endings. My hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight pussy. Wet with our juices. I fuck you faster. Your words are no longer coherent. "Fu-uhhh-uuuck Yehhheeesss." Your ass is turning red from the contact of my hand. Your hands push you back to meet my thrusts. You want more. More cock inside you. I lean over you and twist your head to the side. We kiss. Raging. Hard. Our teeth grind together. I can feel the come boiling up inside me. "I'm going to fill you up. You want that? You want to be full of my come don't you?" I grab your shoulder to pull you back into me. A few more thrusts. Your pussy milking my cock. My hot come erupts deep inside you. You can feel my cock swell even larger as I come. The sensation sets off another orgasm for you as I collapse on top of you. My face buried in your hair along your neck. Gasping for breath.

Insatiable II

2005-09-01T07:05:00.000-05:00

I want to taste you. Yes. Let me lick your pussy. I position you over my head. Thighs on either side of my head facing my cock. Your naked sex right above me. I tease your lips with my tongue as I softly lick you. I can taste your wetness. Taking my time to explore all of you. Your lips are swollen with desire. Like a flower, your petals open, dripping with your lust. Your need. I delve deep with my tongue. You begin sucking my cock. Faster. Harder. As I find your clit and flicker my tongue over it light and fast, then slower, your fingernails scratch my thigh. You moan, "Baby, this is so good. Make me come. hhmmmm." Back and forth my tongue goes. "Yes," you cry out. My hands reach for your tits. Fingering your nipples as I lick you. Your tongue returning the caress on my cock. I'm deep in your pussy again. Licking your slick folds. So hot. Your tongue rolling all around the head of my thick cock. You can feel my breath on you. Tongue fucking you. "Oh, my god... I'm going to come." That's it baby. Come on my tongue. "Ooh. fuck. I can't take this." Feel it build. I squeeze your nipples. "This is fucking amazing. Can you feel me?" Come for me. "Oh, Baby. Hmmm. I'm coming on your tongue." Your words and the sweet flow from your pussy trigger my own orgasm. FUCK. I shake and writhe in sweet agony right with you.

Tantalize...

2005-08-29T23:43:00.000-05:00

I watch as your hands run down your sides, over your stomach and across your hips to the tops of your thighs. The oil glistening on your skin in the soft light. You are teasing yourself. And me. You love to show off your body. So sexy. My pulse quickens as your hands move back to your chest. Cupping your firm breasts, then drawing ever tightening circles up them toward your nipples. I can see your excitement. Your nipples are hard and erect. You tantalize me. Your touch finally bringing your nipples into your fingers. Twisting, sliding, squeezing. You moan as the pleasure shoots to your core. "You like me to play with my tits?" Mesmerized, I can only nod. You pull on your nipples until they slip from your fingers. Again your hands slide down your body. The oil slippery between your hands and skin. Down, to tease your pubic mound, down the inside of your thighs. Back again. Down once more to tease your lips. They are swollen and spread open. Your wetness mingling with the oil you pour on your skin. "Baby, I'm so wet." You tease your pussy with your fingers. Stroking gently at the edges of your folds. Over your clit, eliciting a moan. Your eyes on me. Watching my reaction. Your focus is your own pleasure. One hand plays with your breasts and nipples the other with your pussy. You slide a finger inside yourself, testing your wetness, your readiness. Slowly, as if you've never done this. You haven't. You've never played with yourself for me. You add another finger. Wet with your juices. In and out your fingers plunge into your pussy. Slick and hot. Your breath becoming ragged in your need. The pressure building inside. Pinching your nipples lightly. Scraping your nails across the edge. Your hand making small circles on your clit as you bring yourself closer to the edge. You can feel the orgasm building. Faster your hand moves. Your touch light and tenuous. It's just what you need. You ache to be filled. "I'm going to come," you groan. "Just for you. See how you turn me on?" I answer, "Yes, make your pussy come, do it. Come." The convulsions take you, your eyes glaze and roll back into your head with the overwhelming pleasure. Your head thrashes against the pillow as wave after wave of orgasm rolls through your body. Even as the last tremors are pulsing through your pussy you are beckoning me. "Fuck me. I need you inside me..."

In the morning

2005-08-26T18:43:00.000-05:00

I wake to feel your hand on me. Caressing me. I'm so hard it's almost painful. The contrast is your soft, languid strokes. Almost lazily it would seem. But looking into your eyes shows it's not lazy at all. You are watching me. Waiting for me to wake and you smile as my ice blue eyes are revealed. Your pace never changing. Your seemingly random pattern heightens the pleasure I feel. "Baby, that feels so good." I groan as you manipulate me. Your soft fingers tracing the veins of my thick cock. You know exactly how to touch me. The slow pace is excruciating. Perfect. You want it to last. You love how I feel in your hands don't you? The heat of my hard flesh on your skin. You love taking me to the pinnacle and holding me there. Tantalizing me with your skill. You watch me closely, your eyes never leaving mine. Listening to my groans. The feel of your touch as my hips thrust upwards in futile attempts to increase the contact. "Please," the word torn from deep inside me. A whispered word you've been waiting for. "What do you want?" You ask impishly. You know. You've been working me to a frenzy pitch. "Make me come," my voice rasps. Your slow teasing caress never alters. From the base of my cock to the tip and back down. Bringing me to an even fuller erection. I've never been so hard and so swollen. You have both hands on me now and the sensations on my sensitive nerves double. "Now. Come for me," you say. And before I can even process the words my cock spasms and jets of hot come are filling your hands. My spine gone rigid, every muscle in my body tightens. The slippery juices dripping down over my cock as you continue stroking me. I look down as your tongue slips out and you taste me. Your stroke changing just when you would normally stop because my overloaded nerves can't handle the sensations. You speed up and somehow, suddenly, I'm coming again. A multiple orgasm. My come splashing across your lips and tongue as my hips buck to expel the last drops of my seed.

If tomorrow never comes

2005-08-24T23:49:00.000-05:00

So much for regularly scheduled programming.

First one tear, then a second roll down my cheek as I remember. The boots. That's what I remember most. Black pointed toe cowboy boots. With a small silver shank in the front, to keep the shape. I remember how big they were. As big as my torso. And hard. They were definitely hard. You were so big, you filled the room it seemed. Dark black hair. Greased back. It was kinda long, but I guess that was in style then. Pre-fat Elvis. You were loud, I definitely remember that. Everything revolved around you. From breakfast SOS. To coffee, then beer later in the day. I remember you pouring me my first beer in a shot glass. I must have been all of three. How do I remember that? I don't know. Then later when mom was gone it happened again. I don't think I was was being bad. I was so small. Did you really have to kick me?

7 things

2005-08-24T00:05:00.000-05:00

I got tagged by Marrie to answer this... We resume our regularly scheduled program tomorrow.

Seven things I...

Plan to do before I die
1. Raise a million dollars for charity
2. Write a series of novels
3. Marry the right one
4. See an NFL game live
5. Go to a spa for a week
6. Piss on my fathers grave
7. Repeat #6

Things I can do
1. Find a great way to say just about anything
2. Make myself come with her
3. Surprise people
4. Overcome stereotypes of me
5. Keep a secret
6. Endure broken bones to finish a sporting event
7. Cry

Things I can't do
1. Juggle
2. Lie
3. Break my integrity
4. Keep track of my life
5. Keep my opinions to myself
6. Make everyone happy
7. Be religious

Things that attract me to the opposite sex
1. A perfect neck
2. Selflessness
3. Honesty
4. Actually listens
5. The curves
6. Intelligence
7. A mischievous gleam in the eye

Things I say most
1. Not so much
2. Thank you
3. The usual
4. Oh, yeah baby. Just like that!
5. Fuck
6. Sorry
7. Cocksucker

Celebrity crushes
1. Jessica Alba
2. Demi Moore
3. Moira Kelly
4. Penelope Cruz
5. Carmen Electra
6. Natalie Portman
7. Eva Longoria

People I want to take this quiz
1. drunkbh
2. watcher
3. Lord Valek
4. :: christina
5. wanting
6. Kimmyk
7. -Eyes

The elevator

2005-08-23T00:49:00.000-05:00

All night the glances pass between us. The heat growing and the sparks linger in the air. We make eye contact over our glasses of champagne. Can we leave? Will our absence be noticed. The need inside us rises. It grows warmer in the room. Our pulses quicken. Faster our hearts beat. Finally, a simple touch sets us off. We glance around and make out exit. Through the lobby to the elevators. Trying walk normally when we want to rush. Your hand brushes my arm setting fire to my senses. Soon I won't be able to hide the evidence of how you make me feel. The elevator is empty. The doors close and we on each other like rabid dogs. Lips pressed to each other. Tongues snaking out, seeking, testing. Our breath rapid. I stop the elevator. Your tight miniskirt pulled up around your waist. Your tiny red satin panties in my way. In the heat of the moment I just rip them off. They flutter to the floor unseen. You reach for me. Rubbing me with your hands. unable to wait, you undo the buckles and buttons. I pick you up and push you against the wall. "Yes, Fuck me," you hiss. "I need you." With a quick thrust I impale you. You bite my shoulder to keep the scream inside. You stretch around me, so tight 'til I hit bottom. I only pause for a few seconds. We don't have much time. I fuck you deep and fast, thrusting in and out of your tight pussy. You bite your bottom lip to stay quiet. I can see the orgasm building already in your eyes. I kiss you. Hard. Passionate. Frantically. Drawing closer. I can feel your pussy milking me. Drawing tighter on me as I swell with pent up energy. I can't fuck you any harder. My cock saws into you. Stretching you wider. I'm almost there. Your teeth clenched as your climax rips through your body. "I'm coming. Fuck... me... harder!" The spasms uncontrollable and violent. You trigger my own orgasm as you shriek, "YEEEEESSSS, come with me." I'm there. Pumping my hot come deep inside you. It's all I can do to stay on my feet. We quickly reorder our clothes and start the elevator. Two floors up an older couple gets on. We stand behind them nearly bursting with laughter. If only they knew your panties were in my pocket. We reach our floor first and as the doors clothes we burst into laughter. Yes. A night to remember.

Insatiable

2005-08-21T22:02:00.000-05:00

I yearn to break the silence knowing that I cannot. Will not. Your iron grip secure. Your presence fills my mind. I ache with need. I need you on me. Your flesh surrounding me. Hot. Wet. Dripping. Can you feel me? Hard. Pulsing. Each vein rigid in my tumescence. I can feel your tongue on me. Teasing. Tantalizing. Your surprise at the jewelry that pierces the head of my cock evident on your face. You savor me. Then with unexpected speed you engulf me. The heat searing me. I almost come. Control. It's what you want. I'm yours. Tease me. I hear the rattle of my ring against your teeth. Your pace maddeningly slow. You torture me with pleasure. To the brink and you draw away. Licking me and biting my thigh. Then resume. Again and again you fuck me with your mouth. Your hand joining in with another rhythm. I can't stop. What are you doing to me. Oh. Fuck. You are going to make me come. Take me. You stop just as I come. My juices burning against my stomach and chest as my orgasm overtakes me. I can see your smile even in the dim room. The beginning of a long session.

Change of latitude

2005-08-20T13:46:00.000-05:00

Sleep is a state of mind. Determine the source of your mental struggle and pummel it into submission. The problem is your mind races...

Change your mental latitude. Go lie down. Imagine being on a beach. Waves wash over the beach and gently fade back into the sea. This is the sound in your mind. Nothing else exists, just the rhythm of the water.

The sun warming your skin. Oh, nice. the breeze blows just enough to cool the heat of the sun. Can you feel the warmth inside? Now, the sun is rising. It's on your feet. bring it slowly up your body. over your shins, pausing for the warmth to invade your body. Relaxing you as it goes. Now it's easing up to your knees. Pausing again. Feel the tension flow out of your knees. Rising over your thighs. Yours legs are soft and heavy, let them fall.

The sun crosses your waist and slowly begins the journey up your chest. Warm, soothing your tired muscles. Your breathing slower. Your hands at your sides relaxing and falling deeper into the soft cushion below. Your body heavier and heavier, soft, no tension remains as the sun crosses your shoulders. Over your neck the rays soft glow plays. Over your face. You are in a completely relaxed state. the waves so soft in the distance. And growing softer as you drift off to sleep.

Again and again

2005-08-20T13:08:00.000-05:00

You enter my brain. You peruse the maze, but you aren't really looking. Nothing here to find. You just want to fuck. To rape me. To shred every last vestige of self will I had left. You ride me, pushing yourself to new limits of pleasure. Fucking harder. Harder. Faster. Is it good? You scream in pleasure derived at my expense. You claw me, drip on me, feed off me. Empowered you rise above me. I curl instinctively, fetal even. I want to hide, but you are here and I can't make you go. You possess me. I am yours. Do with me what you will.

Eating at the Y

2005-08-19T20:58:00.000-05:00

So, before my last girlfriend, I wasn't a huge fan of eating pussy, muff diving, oral sex (for the prudes in our audience). I'm not sure what happened to make things change, but with this girl, I became a certified muff diver. Everytime we got into it, I was either trying to go down on her, was going down or begging to. Yeah, begging. She often denied me this pleasure. (for both of us.) I can still imagine it, my tongue exploring all her crevices, teasing, seeking, exploring every nuance of her folds. Delving deep into her pussy and flickering teasingly across her clit. Her hands in my hair, pushing me down. Reveling in the moment. Climax drawing near. Lighter, faster, harder. Alternating rythm, depth and pattern. Letting her juices run over my tongue. Succulent flavors deepening as her orgasm neared. Her moans of uncontrolled passion filling the room. I can hear her voice, "Fuck yes, eat my pussy, you are going to make me cum." I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more. I have a third date with 'Nicole' on Sunday. Wonder if it's going to be her lucky day...

Waiting

2005-08-18T22:45:00.000-05:00

So, you sit. You sit some more. You wait 'til you are bored to tears. Where is she? I mean really. I can be where I said I would be, when I said I would be there. Pretty much 95% of the time. On time service, on demand. (Damn I sound like a cable commercial or something.) Why is that women can't adhere to a simple thing called the clock? I really wanna know. In 15 years of getting ready, you'd think you'd have perfected the task by now. I know I have. Underwear, pants, shirt, deoderant, hair 'product' (that word is it's own whole post don't get me started). Belt, socks, shoes (does belt match shoes? Check. We are ready. Wallet, keys. Let's get ready to RUMBLE. Seriously, at this point the guy is in the car, ready to go. The girl hasn't even dried her hair and likely hasn't put on the lingerie either. So the guy sits on the couch twiddling his thumbs while girl puts on make-up, does hair, blah, blah, blah. Not that we guys mind the result, but you started two hours ago and knew what time we needed to leave. So what is it? If you know we need to leave at 7 pm, why can't you be ready at 7 pm? Somebody, please explain this to me.

You ever wanna

2005-08-18T00:15:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I get the urge to just take my platonic friends. You know... you are having a drink, shooting the shit. Just grab 'em kiss 'em and bend them over the nearest chair and give it to them fast and hard. You know what I'm talking about. You might not even be attracted to them most of the time, but that one day. In that 10 minute window they are all you ever wanted. Once that window passes, you are past it. You can't get it back if you tried. So quit trying you lame ass. You shoulda nailed it when you had the chance. WTF you gonna do now? Rosie Palm it huh? Great. 30 seconds so you can sleep easier? Go on get yourself a tissue, you are gonna need it. Don't forget to squeeze out the excess, you might stain the sheets otherwise.

Rain

2005-08-17T23:50:00.000-05:00

Rain. I'm waiting on the rain in my life. It's something most people shy away from. Always a hassle. Always something unexpected. Cold when you expect it to be warm. A drop always seems to go down the back of your jacket and your shirt. Causing that little shiver you can't control if you tried. A shiver that might remind you of once upon a time when things actually scared you deep inside.

But the rain that that comforts you when you are safe and sound inside. It glistens on the windows as it crawls down in the dark. The steady tattoo of the drops hitting the window and the streets.

Blue balls

2005-08-14T10:24:00.000-05:00

OK, went out last night on a date. The typical. Drinks, dinner, walk in the park. So, we go back to her place and she makes me a drink. We talk a little, start kissing. She's a good kisser. I'm enjoying it. But you always reach that point of 'where is this going?'. I really wasn't in the mood to make this a one night stand. I guess I like the girl, but at the same time, I like her enough to want to sleep with her. The trick is to have her initiate it. I don't want to be the agressive one and make her feel like I forced it. So, you do every trick in the book to turn her on. Yeah, the kisses on the neck, the ear nibbling, touching her near the erogenous zones but not running in and grabbing the fruit so to speak. Touching the back of her knee or the small of her back can be just as sensual. Anyway, so we ended up making out for a good while. And things got intense... To the point clothes would normally go flying, but it didn't happen. She stopped for breathers several times, visibly trying to make up her mind to go forward or to stop. Finally, she decides to kick me out... She did it nicely. And honestly, in my mind it was a test. Had she gone forward, it would have been a one night stand. So even though I went home frustrated, perhaps it's better in the long run?! (Yeah, that is a question and a statement.)