// Sex // Romance // Desire // Lust //

UGH

2010-04-07T18:04:00.004-04:00

How.. how is this sexy? It looks like you're wearing something that belongs on a table cloth with candles in the middle!

Did I mention how much I hate these damn panties.

Too Cute

2010-02-23T21:26:00.001-05:00

Curvy, Fluffy, Pierced, & Glasses? Sounds like a win to me.

It's the Spot

2010-01-20T00:58:00.002-05:00

"It's the spot, you know the one I'm talking about - you can only hit it with your tongue, your hands just don't cut it".

That's the last words she says before grabbing my head and shoving her tongue in my mouth. Not that I minded really as this would lead to sex. Not just run of the mill sex, sex with her is mind blowing.

See, she's into this whole goddess worship, at least, that's what she calls it. She likes her man to worship, so to speak, her naked body - give every bit of it attention. No skimping on details or she'll tell you in a way that really bruises your ego.

We've been at this a few months now and I've got the idea down pat. Start at the bottom of the bed and work my way up, slowly. She likes it when I massage her body as I move up telling her how beautiful she is. She likes it when I give her a full body tongue bath, licking her, kissing her, sucking her all over. She likes it when I slide up beside her and whisper in her ear and then kiss her neck, biting down on "the spot". She tells me that pain is a part of the process and that "if my ass isn't rosy red and my body not sore the sex was just average".

It sounds a little complicated but really she's just a girl that likes what she likes and I like to give it to her. You see, she returns the favor without question or hesitation. She has no fear when it comes to sex and that's a point of pride for her - she likes to be challenged.

Tonight though, no challenge necessary. I'd been away for a week and she'd been lonely. I found a pair of her panties inside the jacket pocket of my suit coat, subtle little reminders that she's thinking about me, missing me, and waiting to get fucked. As a man there isn't a much better feeling than that.

I'm barely in the door when she makes her statement about "the spot". She's wearing my favorite lingerie - black heels, black thigh highs, the black and purple g-string with matching bra, and her hair down. She has her nails done in dark violet and her best dark makeup on.. too much mascara and purple eyeshadow. She knows what I like to come home to - I know what she likes when I get home and now she'll get it.

After the kiss she jumps on me, throwing her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. She bites me lightly on the nose and gives a wink as I carry her towards the bedroom.

"No, not in there, not tonight. Something special out back".

I shift my direction towards the back door and in the yard she has tea lights burning, my favorite down comforter, and a bottle of champagne.

Without hesitation I head into the back yard and lay her down gently on the blanket and open the champagne.

"It's a full moon tonight and the weather is perfect" she tells me. I have no words, I simply expect things like this from her and if I wanted to argue that the neighbors could see, we could start a fire, or that the blanket is white and expensive, I'd hurt her feelings - she means for this to be special and all I can think about at this moment is moving her panties to the side and sliding my tongue inside her.

I simply smile and drop to my knees. She hands me her foot and I remove the shoe, then the other. Slowly I begin rolling her stockings down one at a time gently kissing her legs. She smells faintly of cherries, she knows I love the smell of that lotion.

It's time to slow down now, as I bring her foot to my face and kiss it, sliding her toes in and out of my mouth and moving up to her ankle. I feel her tense up and then relax as I slide my hands up her leg and begin rubbing her inner thighs. I can feel the heat emanating from her panties, she's been ready for this for some time.

I slide her panties off revealing a perfectly manicured patch of hair. She is a think of beauty laying there on a blanket under the moonlight - candlelight making shadows on her pale skin. Her hazel eyes are sparkling with excitement, lust, and love.

Propping her up I unhook her bra and toss it to the side and I feel her hand grab my crotch. "Me first tonight, ok? I've missed you". I simply smile and nod as she unfastens my belt and unbuttons my jeans. She pulls off my hat, t-shirt, boots, and socks. She slides her hands into my jeans and smiles "Looks like someone missed me".

I want to respond but before I can even get out "yeah" she has my cock out and in her mouth. Not just the tip, the whole thing. Her hands are firmly placed in my belt loops and her eyes locked onto mine as she takes me in again and again. Stopping briefly to finish undressing me asks "feel good?". I don't have to answer in words, grabbing a hand full of hair I begin to guide her back down and her eyes light up as she begins teasing me, licking me, kissing the head.. "Oh, you do like that, well, I mustn't disappoint" said in her very best English accent.

She swallows my cock and digs her nails into my bare ass - it stings but gets me going. It doesn't matter anymore that we're naked outside in our neighborhood, doesn't matter that there is a slight chill in the fall air, or that the neighbors dog is barking - all that matters right now is her, all that matters is us.

As we lock eyes again she says "cum in my mouth.. I've missed your taste... don't make me wait baby.. let me taste you". She begins to suck harder and move faster until I can't take it anymore - with a slight groan and a tense body I release into her hungry mouth as she sucks as if each drop were precious and none is to be spilled.

When she's satisfied she's got it all she smiles and we lay back on the blanket. I want to tell her that was amazing, I want to tell her I love her but I don't have time for words as she pushes me to my back and straddles my face. She loves this position, total control of where and how hard I lick and where my hands go.

I feel her body heat long before she places her pussy to my lips and relish the moment. As I part her with my tongue and begin playing with her clit she grabs my hand and slides it to her ass, giving a playful smack with my hand. She doesn't want playful though. I pop her ass in rhythm to her grinding on my face, with each pop I can feel my hand sting and her ass get warmer.

Her breathing is getting faster and she moves from her knees to all fours to brace herself while I lap at her pussy like a hungry mongrel - each thrust of my tongue and slap of her ass brings her closer to climax. Groaning and begging "oh God, don't stop.. don't stop" as I grab her hips and pull her tight to my face I can feel her legs quiver and pussy tighten - finally, release. She throbs four or five times as I continue to lick and then let her go.

Without a word she slides down my body and kisses me and puts my cock inside her. She loves the taste of herself on my lips... she loves my cock inside her just as much as I love being inside her. This is the perfect moment.. tongues tangled while she rides me. Our bodies glistening with a light sweat, finding no room for words. Slowly and rhythmically we move in unison until I can feel my legs begin to quiver - she feels it too - putting both hands on my shoulders as if to pin me down she breaks unison and begins slow deep grinding, squeezing my cock as hard as she can.

"Mmm, come on baby, I need this, I need you to cum inside me. Mmm, your cock feels so good, cum baby..cum.."

It's as if her wish were my command, before she can finish I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her tight as I cum inside her. She reaches down and begins furiously rubbing her clit and brings herself to climax just as I finish.

Out of breath and totally enraptured - enamored with her beauty and sex... I watch her get off me and slide beside me as she burrows her head on my shoulder and curls up next to me.

"Let's go inside, have a shower, and call in some Chinese food. One time isn't enough, you've been gone a whole week. Besides, I've bought a new toy and have been a very naughty girl..."

What I Want for Christmas

2009-12-25T23:58:00.001-05:00

...and yet Santa failed me :)

I know I Shouldn't

2009-12-03T11:26:00.002-05:00

but I can't help finding women of this style attractive... giant tats, overdone makeup, short haired, and fair skinned...

Bless You Internet...

2009-11-24T22:21:00.003-05:00

Sex Through the Looking Glass

2009-11-24T01:12:00.002-05:00

There is something almost mythic about bringing a camera into the bedroom. I think of all the senses the one most deprived during sex is visual. You're busy staring into her eyes, watching her tits bounce as she rides you, or closing them tight for climax.. your eyes miss so much of what's going on that the rest of your body gets to experience.

I've been told that men are visual and women are emotional when it comes to sex. I think that might have been true back in 1967 - but today's woman knows how to be just as visual and shallow as any frat boy - not to say that's a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination.

Some of the best sex I've ever had was with a girl who was confident enough in her body, her technique, and her sexuality that she wanted me shooting the whole thing. That not being fair to me (it's hard to cum when you're trying to focus a shot) we decided we'd share the duties.

She stripped down a little at a time, not a sexy strip tease, just one piece of clothing at a time slow enough that I could capture whatever moment in the process that I chose. She slid into the jacuzzi in the hotel room and simply bathed - aside from the pure beauty of a naked woman half submerged in water bathing there was nothing erotic about it. More simple beauty to capture to film. One of the better shots was when she was submerging from the water after rinsing her hair.

Being on that side of the camera while your lover pretends not to pose, pretends not to tease, pretends she's not a temptress, pretends she's not about to crawl to you on her hands and knees, undo your jeans, and slide your cock into her mouth brings about far more anticipation than simply knowing you're getting blown sometime that evening.

Capturing on film the hunger in her eyes is something I hope to never forget. It's a fleeting glance that generally is lost in the throng of passion in between deep kisses. It's a look full of power, raw emotion, and electricity. It's not simply bedroom eyes or a come hither stare - this is the look where she's yours even for a short moment in time. She wants you to pull her face to yours, slide your tongue inside her mouth, and slide off her panties - she has given herself to you without fear or hesitation. It's really an intense look, sadly like most realizations it's fleeting and focus shifts.

Being behind a lens during sex takes you to a different place. Your worry shifts from pleasing her through and through to making sure this experience in itself is pleasing and comfortable. You let your sexual instincts take over and don't think about hitting the right spot or how you'll make her moan your name, your body reacts to her body. It's almost like being outside of your body watching yourself having sex. You're forced to pay attention to the photogenic and free to let your body simply merge with hers.

There is a part of me that dislikes that disconnect and a part of me that loves it. It's hard fighting your natural urges to close your eyes or not slide your hands up her body.. you lack having her grab your face and pull you in for a kiss... but at the same time you're preserving moments that you'd usually miss, you're giving her complete control of your body while you capture her doing it.

I'd say it's worth trying a few times if you can find a lover who likes that kind of attention. Going through them together and capturing that look on her face and she looks up with her eyes and has your cock in her mouth... or her mouth slightly open as she moans when you slide inside her.. or that look of total restful peace as her body gives out after a few orgasms and she's ready to be in your arms until time to sleep is well worth any emotional detachment you have to give up for a few hours.

Yum

2009-11-24T00:28:00.003-05:00

What a fun evening this would be. I love fake red hair and that wax job.

The Broken Girls

2009-10-25T06:01:00.003-04:00

I like broken girls. I can't help it - they're usually far more interesting than normal ones. It's even because I'm a fixer, which I am, it's simply that they all have a much more flavorful outlook on things - fashion, sex, world views, values of a solid relationship, etc ...

They broken girls I tend to gravitate to are a little darker - dark hair, dark clothing, tattoos, piercings... fishnets, thigh highs, whips, floggers, fingernails... it's all good fun, especially the battle of will when it comes to sex. Who can be in control the longest... and I don't mean dom/sub or anything that extreme - it's simply a test of wills that leads to fantastic sex before someone finally gives in and just wants to be fucked... there has been enough teasing, biting, scratching, licking, sucking, and foreplay and now that tension needs to be released in climax.

I like that game.

When I came across this photo - made me think of a broken girl, just the way I'd like to see her - in some fishnet material, full on kitty fur, a tattoo of stitches... I can imagine she's dark haired...and she's not afraid of her body or the camera. It's a recipe, tried and true, that turns me on every time.

Nice One...

2009-08-20T23:44:00.002-04:00

Oro-Stimulator - The Test

2009-08-14T20:37:00.005-04:00

Free gifts, who doesn't like those right? Well I got a few free gifts when I was refreshing my toy chest (for adults) and one of them was called "The NEW Oro-Stiumlator.

The picture on the box depicted a young man enjoying himself with this device on his dick, so rather than instantly toss this toy away I thought I'd open it up and see what was inside.

Looks very medical, but hey, no risk no reward.

The instructions were vague and written on the side of the box, but with a few context clues and a general idea of what this was for I got it figured out - though I needed plyers to get the tube into each end.

The closeup of the finished product.

Trying to describe to you how this thing operates would be rather difficult. The science behind it is simple but it's hard to put into words the sounds, smells, and overall sci-fi medical equipment for a fake blow job - so I ordered up some female help.

She volunteered to bring a real looking toy (I'm damn sure not putting a suction cup on my junk and I'll tell you in a moment how my fears were justified). So we shot a quick video to show you the final product - however, this was take two.

The first take, when we were going strictly for photos, the suction was so intense it took both of us - one pulling on the fake dick and one on the plastic cup to get this contraption to release. The suction was so powerful it pulled the sleeve off and out of the plastic container.

In the end we figured it out and managed to mostly keep a straight face while shooting this 10 second clip.

As I mentioned earlier, even after a quick wash in warm water and soap it still has a very "tire" smell to it. It also doesn't feel like the inside of a woman - it's very smooth and with a water based lube feels more like you're playing in mud. I can see it being able to do the job but really there is much better on the market - and it won't suck half your dick off into the netherverse.

Lamentations: I Miss This

2009-08-07T11:56:00.001-04:00

Any Idea What I Want Tonight?

2009-07-24T23:52:00.002-04:00

Pixie cut, dark hair, pierced clit, perfect amount of hair, small breasts and a wicked smile. Simply perfect.

The Waitress

2009-07-22T03:49:00.000-04:00

Sitting at a corner table of my local watering hole half paying attention to the game and half paying attention to any half decent looking woman who'd smile back at me. My mood soured when the hockey game didn't go the way I'd like so I obviously was pouting a little when my waitress came to bring the check. She was watching the game too, in between tables, and she wasn't a fan of the outcome either. My jersey gave me away as to where my sports allegiance was held so I was an easy mark for some conversation about something other than the tea having too much sugar or the fries being soggy.

It's not the first time I've had her as my waitress, we've got one of those relationships built on passing interests. She's interested in a tip, my being nice to her, and a break in the dull conversation she endures and I'm interested in her knowing how to order my food so it's just right, a nice smile after a long day at work, and some conversation that didn't dull me about the mechanics of some new color changing lip gloss or something equally as pointless in my point of view.

Tonight though, she did something she's never done before - she sat down with me.

"Tough loss tonight" was how she opened the conversation as she slid into the booth bench across from me.

"Yeah, sucked. It's easy for them to find a way to choke up a lead. If it weren't for you I doubt I'd even be watching them this late in the season. But hey, at least I'm not the only one pulling for these losers, right?"

This brought about a chuckle. I did notice a slight change in her facial expression when I'd said that "if it weren't for you..." part of my babbling. This might be worth exploring.

"So yeah, another game another loss but there's always tomorrow night. Will you be here?"

"No, I'm off. I'm taking a trip back home to St. Louis to see my family. I might even catch a game while I'm up there."

I pretended to pout. "You mean I don't get to see you for two whole weeks? Man, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself".

She smiled, one of her best features. You see, she's sort of a plain girl. She's best described as average, maybe even mousey. Long dark hair always pulled tight into a pony tail, clothes that neither flatter or take away from her tiny frame, and no make up. I think she'd be better suited behind the desk of a library or research lab if I had to stereotype her looks.

It's right up my alley though. She comes off as well rounded, low maintenance, and bubbly. She's never shy about flashing that smile. It seems to light her face up with some light that hangs on to every curve of her plain little face. Her dark eyes seem to shine.

"Well" she said "I've got an idea. If you're not busy, we can go catch the west coast game. San Jose is playing Toronto. I've got the hockey package on my satellite and I don't live far from here".

Who am I to turn that down? She scratches down directions on the back of my receipt and tells me to meet her there at ten. She explains it will give her time to cash out and go grab a shower and get ready for the game.

So 9:45 rolls around and I realize I've gotten there a little early. Do I go knock or wait in the car for 15 minutes? Stupid thing to argue about and logic tells me not to sit out in the driveway like some stalker or nervous guy who has to practice his hello in the rear view mirror.

I ring the bell and she answers right away. Apparently she'd seen me pull in. Good call for not sitting there for 15 minutes. She invites me in and I notice she's in a jersey, short little cotton gym shorts that couldn't have been any tighter had they been painted on, and her wet hair isn't pulled back.

"Hey sorry, I'm just out of the shower, thought I saw headlights so I came to let you in. Hope you don't mind me not getting all dressed up".

Mind? Are you serious.

"No, not at all. You've worked today and need some chill out time, right? Can't be chill in a cocktail dress."

Another smile. "Game's been on a few minutes, still 0-0 though. We can watch it in the den".

She motions me to a room off to the left. Not bad, flat screen, surround sound, and a couple of bottles of a good dark beer on the coffee table.

After about 40 minutes of small talk, good beer, and boring hockey I pick up out of the corner of my eye that she's just sort of staring at me. I look over and catch her gaze before she can look away and give her a bit of a grin.

"Please tell me I don't have food stuck on my face somewhere".

Her face reddened just a little and she smiled "No, I was just compelled to look at you. It's sort of embarrassing but I was hoping that one day you'd ask me out and want to see me outside of that bar beer and hockey isn't exactly dinner and a movie but it was enough to get you back to my place - we can pick up from there, right?".

Before I had a chance to give my verbal affirmation she leans in and kisses me. I feel her hands running through my hair and grabbing onto the back of my head as she pulls me in deeper. I can feel her tongue trying to part my lips. I let it pass and entwine with mine. Her breath tastes like beer, her thighs are smooth and soft under my hands.

I live for moments like this.

She pulled away and said to me "before we go any further, I kind of need to know how adventurous you are. I'm not all that into vanilla sex, it has it's moments, but not what I need tonight".

I should have keyed in that this was going to get interesting but I was still tasting her on my lips and would have said anything to peel those shorts off her at that moment. "Vanilla sex? Nah, I mean, it's nice - but variety is the spice of life, right? I'm pretty much down for whatever".

With that she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. A nice king size four post bed, dark furniture, the smell of apple in the air due to one of those jar candles burning. She sat me down at the foot of her bed and began lighting candles. "A little mood lighting" she explained.

As she goes around the room lighting candles she flips on the stereo, some R&B with a good beat though I can't place who it is. It could have been opera for all I cared, something about that hockey jersey and those tight little shorts wouldn't let my attention focus on anything else. She caught me staring and gave me a wink before heading into her closet.

She came out with a box, bigger than a shoe box, but not by much. I had to say the contents surprised me a little. Straps, dildos, riding crop, small flogger, feather, lubes, and rope were some of the things I caught a glance of before she said "Ah ah ah, no peeking".

That honey sweet smile earlier turned into something wicked and it was at that moment I knew I'd stepped into a place that would carve a lifetime of memories into my brain.

She gave the hand signal for "just a sec" as she walked into the living room. The next thing I know she's crawling to me on all fours. Nothing on but a black leather choker. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in all my life. Her little body had the grace of a jungle cat as she slowly made her way toward me.

Slowly she began untying my shoes and crawling up my body to tease a little - then undressing me. One shoe, then the other, socks gone, I thought I was going to have my dick explode it got so hard when she started with my belt. The shirt was next, then the jeans, she bit the bottom of my boxers and pulled them down with her teeth then sat up on her knees teasing me with her eyes.

"Well, what do you want me to do? You better just take it because that's what I'm going to do to you".

I must have had a slight confused look on my face, mild mannered waitress/hockey fan is a freak and I'm loving it.

She grabbed my hand, placed it hard on the back of her head, and pulled her face into my crotch. "You want it... " she was begging "fuck my mouth... take what you want". That was all the cue I needed as I tightened my grip on her hair and slid my cock in her mouth, pushing her head in and letting it out.

She was moaning with each thrust, looking up at me with those hazel eyes - I could feel her smiling even if I couldn't see it.

She pulled her head back never breaking eye contact and said "my turn" as she stood up and pushed me back on the bed. "Lay down" which was more of a command than a request, I gladly complied. She stood beside me going through the box giving me ample chance to admire her naked body. Small but perky breasts with dark red nipples, some definition in her midsection, a perfectly manicured triangle of black hair around her vag, and emerald green polish on her toes.

I was quickly taken out of admire mode when I felt a leather cuff go around my wrist and get strapped to the bed. She gave me another one of those wicked smiles as she walked around and strapped my other arm to the headboard. She then did the same thing to both my ankles, so I'm laying spread eagle like a giant "x" on this king sized bed.

From the foot of the bed she begins to crawl up my body, stopping only briefly to tease me letting her hair tickle and caress me as she made her way up my body. She had both her knees on my shoulders and simply said "Please me" as she slid her surprisingly wet pussy onto my face.

She had a sweet taste as I parted her with my tongue and began looking for her clit. It was more difficult than I'd imagined not having any hands to work with but apparently hit the right spot when I felt her thighs tighten around my head.

The more I licked the more she tightened and I found myself so lost in this moment that I nearly didn't notice I was having trouble breathing and with no way to reposition her. She must have caught on as she leaned back and grabbed my dick and began stroking. "It's ok, you can breathe again when I get off, the harder you work me the faster you get your turn again" and with that, she let go of my erection and planted herself firmly over my face again. The best thing I could do was finish the job and not let a little asphyxiation stop me.

I hungrily lapped at her as she was wet enough that it was running down my chin, she'd move side to side every minute or so to give me a breath of cool air but this was about her - and I made sure of it. I pulled her clit in between my lips and begin assaulting it with my tongue and heard her gasp with delight as I'd pull it in and out of my mouth and flick it constantly. "Don't stop... don't stop.. that.. don't stop that..." was all she could get out before grabbing two handfuls of my hair and screaming a primal scream that was clear as day even with her thighs around my ears.

She slid off me and began kissing and licking at my face "I love the way I taste on your lips.." is what she said as she darted her tongue into my mouth. It was the most intense kiss I'd ever shared, the kind that stops time as if your souls are reaching out to each other though your mouth - but just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

"I don't think you get another turn tonight" she mused "let's see what I have in store for you".

I had no reason to object. My head was still spinning from that kiss and I was tied down so really my only recourse was to hold on for the ride, which turned out to be quite prophetic as she grabbed her riding crop.

They make a unique sound when they swat sweaty flesh. It's not loud like a bullwhip crack but loud enough to make you think it hurts even if it doesn't. "You are going to be mine for the evening, you will cum when I want you to, you will take these treats I have in store for you, and you will never forget this night".

I'm not one to usually give up total control but something about her said that while this might cause some therapy, she was safe enough to trust. She'd done this before.

Before I could respond to her statement she swatted me across the chest with her crop. "Stings a little, but not much - we'll find out how much you can take" as she swatted me harder on the thigh. She began a rhythm of swats up and down my body - the more she'd go back over a spot, the more I'd wince - but not make a sound. This had become a very erotic test of will and the line with pain and pleasure had become blurred.

She had been over my body four or five times before I groaned a little when she popped my thigh. "Aw, I think you like it" she said before she took my cock in her mouth. She slid up and down never stopping to make adjustments. My body couldn't take it any longer and began to tense up - she could tell I was ready to climax and increased her speed until I finally exploded into her mouth. "Mmmm...mmmmmm" was all I heard as she sucked every drop down without hesitation or question.

She raised up to her knees, smiling, as she grabbed a candle from the night stand and poured the hot blue wax on my chest. It was invigorating as well as a very short lived intense pain - my body still on end and sensitive from head to toe from my orgasm. I couldn't help but smile as this perfectly formed naked woman reached for another candle. The now familiar sting was anticipated and appreciated the way she slowly poured in all over my chest. One candle after another after another - each with a hot sting and her point being made "you can't stop me, I could do this all night".

She made her way to the top of the bed and placed her crotch up against my hand, I felt her warmth and wet mixed with soft hair as she was grinding a little. She gave me a giggle and went back to her box.

She produced a cock ring and put it on me. "Our turn" she said with a smile and lowered herself onto my shaft. At first she simply rocked her hips to find a groove and once she found it put her whole body in motion. Leaning back with one hand behind her bracing herself she slid the other between her legs and started playing with herself. Slow circles stimulating her clit and letting me watch. I could feel my heart rate racing as she did that, as she was discovering very quickly what gets me going.

All at once she propels herself to me with both hands on my sholders and letting me slide deep inside her, hard thrusts now with sweat covering us both. This was not nice sex, this was hard, rough, and deep. "Fuck me harder for the riding crop" "Fuck me harder for the candle wax " was what she said and I joined in the thrusting, it was a symphony of skin on skin, groans, and a chorus of sexual mumblings until it reached the crescendo "I'm going to cum" I said in between heaving breaths "You will wait on me" she directed "I'm almost there".

I have no idea how I held it in, I'd never been so excited and turned on in my entire life - but I did. "I'm going to cum, oh God, I'm going to cum" was all the cue I needed before I exploded inside her and felt a sharp pain from my shoulders to my waist as she dug her nails into me and drug down like a rake making a banshee moan and collapsing on top of me.

Laying there, smelling of sex, covered in sweat and wax, searing pain still etched in ten lines down my chest, and wanting to take her in my arms as she wept a little. "My God... that was fantastic" she whispered in my ear and kissed me from my neck to my lips. "I'll untie you if you promise not to run away tonight, we can take a shower and go catch the 3rd period of the game".

"I promise" was all I could say, yearning desperately to hold her, wanting her to feel my touch... "Good" she said "you still owe me a spanking with the crop" giggling as she moved to undo my restraints.

You'd think I'd learn to keep myself out of this all to familiar situation. Well, this particular situation - strapped to a bed, naked, and covered in a veritable kaleidoscope of candle wax color, and feeling like I'd just run a marathon... but no, I wouldn't trade them for anything.

Taste of Tears

2009-07-15T01:12:00.002-04:00

"It's funny" I thought as I began lightly biting and licking her neck "she tastes like a tear". I suppose it was from all the dancing - the club was hot packed with beautiful people, high energy, and the miasma of scents - alcohol, perfume, and sex.

I know why I chose to dance with her, pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes, short skirt, and tank top - all the makings of someone who only needs one night to rock my bed and break my heart. The kind of girl I fall for.

It started out as dancing, nice and friendly - but the more we did it the closer we got and the awkward space between us became a feverish grinding, groping, and foreplay. It's funny what can happen in a dark room filled with people, flashing lights, and repetitive electronic beats. It's too loud to use words, you must use body language, you're forced to use your eyes, no words simply won't do in that situation, only instinct.

Blurred by the whisky running through my bloodstream, the sense of where this could lead, and the smell of this raven haired woman I really don't know how to describe what happened next. I recall being led by the hand to a room full of couches and a hand full of people. The music just as loud, the room just as dark, and the smells just the same - only I found myself sitting beside her rather than dancing.

She ran her hand up my thigh stopping just short of my crotch and gives me this inquisitive look as if to ask "is this what you want?".

All I could do was nod.

She straddled me so that her perfect c-cup was in my face barely contained in this black tank top and began rubbing me. Her expression remained soft but her eyes began to sparkle with anticipation, as did my cock.

She unzipped my fly and guided her hand inside and smiled, obviously I was ready for anything at this point. Once she grabbed my shaft skin on skin I simply reacted and pulled her close and starting with her chest worked my way up with small kisses, light bites, and flicks of my tongue I felt her body begin to tense up, then relax.

As her grip tightened around me all I could think about was taking her home, but she was having none of it - she wanted me right here, right now. As she began stroking I slid my hand up her thigh to discover she wasn't wearing any panties and she was dripping wet.

The only sound I could hear at that point was a slight moan when I began to rub her vulva. I slid a finger inside her and as I pulled out she gasped and looked at me with a devilish grin as she grabbed my hand, put it in her mouth to taste herself, and kissed me quite deeply.

Her tongue parted my lips and became intertwined with mine as she guided my hand back up her skirt and into her pussy letting me stimulate her as she was stimulating me. I let her control the rhythm and simply enjoyed myself. There is no greater feeling in the world than that of being seduced by a beautiful woman.

Without a word being spoken she pulled my dick out and slid further up my lap - removing my hand from between her legs she guided me inside her. I was too deep into this to care we were in public, overcome by fascination and lust - I'd never wanted anyone than I wanted her at that moment.

She began grinding on me, to the beat of the music - starting off slowly and working much harder as the beat got faster... but all I cared to hear was her breathing, all I cared to see was her face, all I cared to feel was my cock deep inside her as she rocked it back and forth, all I cared to taste was her skin on my lips, and all I cared to smell was her sex - this was the type of passion that was simply tunnel vision.

I ran my hands up her back, one to support her, one to grab her by the hair - pulling her close then pulling her head back so I could start on her neck again - the people around us had to know what was going on - there was no secret at this point. I couldn't help but allow a groan to escape my lips for her ears only and the only words I could muster were "don't stop".

I released her hair and moved my hand back between her legs and began massing her clit, this sent her into spasms - the first words I heard her speak all night - "Oh God, please... oh.. right there..."

Her voice was higher pitched than I'd imagined but it was nothing compared to the searing pain I now had in my back as she dug her nails into my skin through my shirt, looking me right in the eyes - never diverting her gaze she mouthed "I'm going to cum".

Utopia is defined as "a place of ideal perfection" - this is what it is to me when she came - she moved my hand away from her sensitive clit and began riding me with renewed vigor - this time I was not merely content to sit there. I wrapped my arms around her waist and began thrusting as deep as possible - the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes for release was her throwing her head back in complete ecstasy.

I was still hard minutes after I climaxed and she was happy enough to let me remain inside her while we kissed deeply. She gave me a wink, stood up and kneeled in front of me, taking me in her mouth. She took me whole and began licking and sucking - leaned forward and kissed me. She leaned into my ear and said "least I could do was clean you up a little" and with that a quick peck on the lips as she made her way to the bathroom area.

I reorganized myself and began looking around wondering if there would be any reaction from the people in the room, but there wasn't. Simply people making out, enjoying a drink, dancing together, or enjoying their trip. I waited for 20 minutes on the couch before I started to wonder if she was ever coming back. A waitress brought me another whisky that I hadn't ordered, with it was a note.

I tipped the waitress and stumbled over to the brightest area I could find so I could read what it said.

"Since we can't smoke in this place, I figured I'd at least buy you a drink. I'm flying back to Winnipeg tomorrow, thanks for everything
-C."

I pounded my drink, hailed a cab, and took the train back home, the night was over just as I assumed it would be, with my bed (well, couch) rocked, and my heart broken by a woman who smelled of jasmine and tasted like tears. I wouldn't have it any other way.

It's always interesting

2009-07-13T18:05:00.003-04:00

I always find it interesting when women are very open about what they're into - based off last night's post I had two URL's sent to me.

Eva Longoria likes to be tied up
Eva Longoria Likes To Be Tied Up, Be Submissive
July 13th, 2009 9:11am EDT

"I'm not averse to being tied up with silk scarves, I like a man to take charge. There's something very sexy about being submissive." Desperate Housewives star Eva Longoria-Parker is a fan of bondage.

Earlier this year Eva joined Katy Perry & Pamela Anderson in the Austrian capital for a star-studded gala to raise money for people with AIDS. Each year the ball attracts thousands of revelers dressed in quirky costumes - and sometimes nothing more than glitter and body paint. Wouldn't it be great to see Eva in nothing but body paint?

Cameron Diaz loves sex
Cameron Diaz Loves Sex
July 13th, 2009 9:16am EDT

"There's a lot of good things about procreating; I like to practice a lot." Cameron Diaz loves sex.

Cameron may never settle down and start a family because the world doesn't "need any more kids." But she doesn't rule out children all together. She says, "I don't know what's going to happen, I could end up adopting half a dozen kids, or I could end up being the next 'octomom'."

Meanwhile, Cameron is reportedly battling the skin condition psoriasis. Celebrity skin expert Dr. Vail Reese says, "After battling acne for years, yet another skin condition to deal with! She has also suffered with facial pigmentation issues and sun overexposure."

Maybe I should send them my survey? ;)

Female Sex Survey

2009-07-13T00:43:00.002-04:00

I've sent it out to a few people but have requested a larger sample size. I'm trying to determine if the average woman is simply a lady or a freak when it comes to sex? I know it's a personal thing but as funny as it seems, a lot of my survey data is slanted one particular way. So if you want the quiz, I'll email it to you - but it's *very* personal and honesty is expected.

Stop Asking Stupid Questions

2009-07-13T00:27:00.000-04:00

Interesting conversation I had with a friend of mine a short while back. To paraphrase, it went something like this:

"Dude, I'm confused...see, I like it when my wife goes down on me, she's good at it - but I talked to her about her skills and she wouldn't tell me how many men she'd been with".

Well, in my opinion, you shouldn't care - but I'm sidetracking..

"So what's the problem? She does something you like - and practice makes perfect, right?"

"What if, what if she's sucked like 100 dicks?!"

....really? That matters? You're married now, apparently you guys are both disease free - what the hell does it matter if she's sucked off 14 football teams - YOU are the one reaping the benefit of her oral fixation.

It got me thinking about a few things and I've come up a list of things never to ask your wife. It's ok to ask your girlfriend or FB, but after you've tied the knot - time to put these questions away and never think of them again.

1) How many men have you been with?
2) What did you do on your bachelorette party?
3) How many times have you been married?
4) How did you get so good at... (sex, oral, ball licking, rim jobs, etc..)
5) Do I have the biggest dick you've ever had?
6) Am I the best lay you've ever had?
7) Do I do this the best you've ever had it done?
8) Are there any vids/pics of you floating around out there?
9) If I gave you a freebie, which one of my friends would you bang?
10) Ever done this before...? (sex in public, flashing on Bourbon St., hand jobs in the movies...)

My advice is simply enjoy the benefits of all her hard work. She'll enjoy the benefits of yours... assuming you've actually worked at becoming a lover worth talking about. Then again, we won't be asking that question to her will we? No sir, we'll be taking direction so her good head giving self doesn't divorce you :)

Dragon'Tang?

2009-06-29T16:27:00.001-04:00

Are you kidding me?!

That is all.

If Only They Were M&M's

2009-04-22T11:50:00.002-04:00

Redhead - check. Birthday Cake - check.

2009-04-22T00:38:00.002-04:00

Wow, birthday cake and redheads - two of my favorite thing on the planet. Add some freckles and subtract some clothing and holy fuck. I think this would be the absolute best time of my life - ever.

Firecrotch

2009-04-09T16:18:00.003-04:00

Next to the bald/furry argument nothing is so polarizing when discussing female anatomy as the love/hate you get for fire crotch.

Don't know what it is?

A lot of the women I talk to think it's "weird" or "gross" but nearly all of the guys I talk to think it's something akin to the Holy Grail of pube colors. Even the guys that prefer bald kitties concede that if she's got a fire crotch that she needs to show it off.

I can't seem to get the women to explain why they don't like it - I think they might just be jealous ;)

Climbing Gym Porn

2009-04-05T03:14:00.004-04:00

Well, while this clip isn't even remotely close to good, there are a few things I want to point out.

1) She and I have the same climbing shoes, so she at least had some good gear.
2) She should have that guy on belay, not just free climbing
3) Her knot looks like it's going through her carabiner- that's a no no.
4) Gripping on those rocks with no chalk (and even with chalk) is hella painful - her hands have to have been torn raw after this shoot.

Conclusion?

Just fuck on the padded flooring or climb naked (with chalked hands and appropriate use of top rope gear).

40 Sexual Positions from SI

2009-04-02T04:53:00.004-04:00

Sensual Interactive's List of Sexual Positions

Time to work on a little flexibility I guess.

4, 10, 17, 18, 25, 26, 28, 33, 37, and 39 need to be tried.... though 39 just looks.. uncomfortable if you don't angle that way naturally :)

It Takes A Recession For This?

2009-03-23T02:54:00.004-04:00

....all I can say is - lets hope this trend stays around awhile.

Original URL:http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2008/12/11/bush_back/index.html

Bush is back!

Not in the White House. But thanks to the recession, women are skipping the Brazilian and finally growing a little hair down there.

By Lisa Germinsky

Dec. 11, 2008 |

Recently someone forwarded me an invitation to a cheeky Inauguration Day event called "Shave the Date." As organizer Kristen Chase explains on her Web site, "Show your love for your country, and as you watch our new president take his oath and feel your satin undies against your smooth nether region, you can take pride in knowing you've rid your world of bush once and for all."

Now, you'll be hard-pressed to find anyone more eager than me to offer Junior a hearty farewell to wherever ex-president frat boys go. And the event is, indeed, a lovely act of unity. But I won't be participating in this brilliant call to action. See, it ignores one thing: W. may be leaving the White House, but when it comes to our most private places, bush is back.

"Absolutely," agrees April Barton, stylist extraordinaire and owner of Suite 303, the salon in New York's notorious Chelsea Hotel. "The new rule of thumb is: When you lift your leg, there shouldn't be any hair below the crease. Keep it clean in the back. And in the front, trim the hair right before its natural curl." She likens the look to a more trimmed, 21st-century version of '70s pubes: the tailored bush.

Or, as my friend Jen put it, "My landing strip has turned into more of a Dorito."

It should probably come as no surprise that the biggest economic crisis since the Great Depression would inspire a little fuzz. Conspicuous spending is out, after all. And maintaining a stripper-worthy wax job ain't cheap.

"It's back to shaving in the shower for me," says Catlin, a brand manager for a Los Angeles fashion label.

"It's a fortune to keep a trim bush," bemoans Meredith, a healthcare marketing executive.

But it isn't just hard times driving this trend. After seeing the shaved beav of nearly every pop tart, after years of porn going mainstream, isn't the thrill of the bare vage getting a little stale? If not, you know, creepy?

That was Bill Maher's take, when he lamented on a Sept. 19 episode of "Real Time With Bill Maher," "Bring back a little pubic hair. Not a lot. I'm not talking about reviving that 1973 look that says I'm liberated ... and I'm smuggling a hedgehog. I just want a friendly, fuzzy calling card that tells me I'm not going to get arrested."

These days, even Playboy -- and it's hard to find better experts on the matter -- acknowledges a departure from a near-decade run of absolute clean living. Gary Cole, the Playboy photography director who has observed the region's changing landscape since 1975, says, "It started [in the '80s] with trimming and a landing strip, in part a reflection of the skimpier swimsuits. Then it went further to tiny patches, then to none at all. Now, the pendulum is swinging a little the other way."

And I, for one, am not going to complain.

I first took a lady Schick to my bikini line sometime during the second term of the Reagan administration. The process guaranteed unpleasantries: razor burn and in-grown hairs, not to mention the constant and necessary repetition. But in time, with increased skill, the invention of the gazillion-blade razor and ladies-only shave gel, I gave the task little thought. Until I moved to New York City, of course, where highlights from a New Jersey mall and a "natural" brow were the sartorial equivalents of hate crime. Eventually, seduced by the city's indulgent carelessness, I let Sonya and her thick imported Brazilian wax have their way with me. My lady garden -- once lush -- now lay nearly bare. And for years, that's how it stayed: a tiny patch of hair, not dissimilar to Hitler's mustache.

But in recent months, I've longed for the fuller landscape of yesteryear. While I've become accustomed to some benefits of the Brazilian -- it does clear a nice path for action -- I'm aching for change. The act itself is invasive. I'm feeling a little rebellious. And, hey, money is tight.

It does seem that George Taylor's famous hemline theory -- that the length of women's skirts rise and fall with economic times -- can be applied to bikini lines as well. In 1922, Sears and Roebuck introduced the first women's razors. Electrolysis emerged in the '60s until social and political rebellion gave way to a renewed celebration of "Hair" (whose upcoming Broadway revival is no mere coincidence). Then, in the '80s, power suits and polished, tight skin reigned, just before Black Monday pushed bikini waxing to the bottom of "to do" lists. As the millennium neared, however, dot-coms let the money and the liquor flow, and women bared all like never before. As "Sex and the City" reminded us (and reminded us again), the Brazilian plowed its way across America's heartland, but these days those crops are growing back -- in Technicolor.

Take, for example, Betty Beauty, a pubic hair dye in a range of colors made popular not by young club-goers but by middle-aged Middle American women. Nancy Jarecki, founder of the product, explains, "The boomers are buying our product. They spend hundreds of dollars getting their hair that beautiful auburn color. They want it to match. And they want to cover gray." Seventy-three percent of Betty Beauty total sales are sold to women over age 36. And by the way, 42 percent of their Middle American clientele prefer pink. (The product isn't just for Kansas anymore, however. According to the Superficial, Betty Beauty is also popular with celebrities like Mariska Hargitay and Christine Taylor, Ben Stiller's wife.)

But as a woman, I think there is something powerful in deciding that products and waxers and experts don't need to come between you and your private parts. It's OK to be a woman again -- a real woman, hair and all.

And, as April Barton points out, "'Racing stripes' are not safe and secure. And security is what's important right now. It's nice to have a little something to come home to. It's time to get back to basics."

Personally, I've garnered only positive feedback with my new coif.

So while some women shave themselves silly on Jan. 20, I plan to enter this new era with a tailored modern mini-bush and a reclaimed sense of womanhood. Maybe, if the bikini line theory plays out, we'll all go back to the Telly Savalas sooner or later. But the promise of a new America under an Obama administration gives me greater optimism. I envision a country where we can one day have it all -- a booming economy, national security, a healthy respect for sexuality and even a little bush. I say, Yes we can.