Quenching the Thirst

In My Thoughts

2011-09-20T17:10:00.000-04:00

The other night I found myself leaving work late, around midnight, as this time of the year is very busy. While sitting in the back of the car, I found myself looking at all of the different types of buildings in my beautiful City; 3 story Brownstones, 75 story residential towers and of course the staple of the City, commercial buildings. After doing a quick assessment of the hour and the lights on in all of these buildings, my mind wandered to sex (doesn't it always). How many people out there were having sex? With the lights off? With them on? Ooh...quick, let's look in the windows as we drive by to try and catch a glimpse.

The streets are dark, dimly lit by the occasional street light. The traffic lights throw a green and amber hue onto the buildings and shades on lit windows are partially pulled to mask the activities of the night from prying eyes. There is a saying, "Locks only keep honest people honest", therefore, I believe, "Partially drawn shades only keep the non-voyourers from looking". That's a proper analogy, no?

There is someone I want. She may be aware, but yet, she may not even have a clue. I want her behind one of these partially drawn shades, our silohouttes betraying our actions to those that catch a glimpse. I want to stand behind her, my hands on her bare flesh and my lips on the back of her neck. I want to hear her moan "please" as she tries to speak through her excitment. There are times that I like to proceed slowly, to build the anticipation, to savor a woman's scent, taste and fuel myself on her excitment. This is one of those times, it is not about me, it is about her...about pleasing her.

I imagine she is hesitant in front of the window, looking to take my hand and lead me away. I resist her pull at my hand and firmly pull her back to me. With her back to the window, she is less apprehensive. As I slowly lower myself to my knees she leans back onto the windowsill. My hands slide up the outside of her legs, toned and tight, and up to her ass. With my hands on her ass, I pull her to my mouth.

And all her apprehension washes away...

Fantasy or reality

2011-09-02T14:01:00.000-04:00

Well, here I am at work, alone before a long weekend, and debating about what to write. Fantasy or reality? I seem to have a lot of fantasies recently and very little happening in reality. How about I write it and you tell me which it is? Perfect. See you in the comments.

There isn't apart of her that I don't find arousing, especially as I am laying in bed next to her and she snuggles her ass into me. My hand runs over her thigh feeling the curve of her leg and ass, up to her breasts where I can feel her nipples straining to poke through her shirt. My mouth is on the nape of her neck, behind her ear, gently biting, nibbling her skin. My cock pushes against her firm ass, begging to be touched, begging to touch her...

Hands run over arms, and then over her belly and under her shirt, all the while my mouth is running over her neck and shoulder. Her nipples are firm and she lets out a slight gasp as I pinch them between my fingers. She pushes her ass harder into my as my fingers find the waist band of her shorts. As I start to slowly undress her, I push her onto her belly, my mouth on her lower back. My hands run gently over her ass, between her legs, exploring...and finding her wet and ready.

But I am not ready. I want to prolong the anticipation. I want to feel her wetness on my fingers, to taste her on my lips. I spread her legs and slide my fingers into her while my tongue runs over her ass. Gentle kisses over her ass and back, coupled with the motion of my fingers inside her has her breathing raspy. I open her legs a little more, my 2nd hand squeezing her ass as I run my tongue between her legs. She is still on her belly, watching me in the mirror. I slowly roll her onto her back so I can place a kiss on her lips.

"I want to taste you, and I want you to watch"

She opens her legs wide and props the pillows behind her back giving her just the right angle to watch while allowing me unobstructed access to look into her eyes as I suck on her clit and finger her. There is no greater pleasure than watching a woman cum for me.

Her feet are flat on the bed, knees wide open. I can hear her wetness, smell her scent, and find it truly arousing. I want to make her cum. I also want to be inside her.

She is breathing faster and pinching her nipples. I push a hand under her ass and squeeze...hard. She is close to cumming. She lifts her hips off the bed and I press my mouth harder into her, sucking and flicking her clit harder and faster, urging her to cum for me. I pull on her ass to get all of her into my mouth. She is bucking, uncontrollably, as she starts to cum on my face.

My cock is hard for her and I need to have her. To take her, now. Kissing her lips, I stand at the edge of the bed and pull her to me...

Not Leaving

2011-08-23T09:46:00.000-04:00

Well I have decided not to go anywhere, but I am not sure how I want to continue this blog...especially since I don't have any adventures to tell. If I do change the idea of the blog, I will need to change it completely as the name only fits one topic..as does the picture on the header.

While I may not be writing very often, I am still visiting numerous blogs. I am just not leaving any comments. I guess I need to change that as well.

Torn

2011-07-15T00:10:00.000-04:00

Again nothing happened as I planned, however it was a damned good time. I want her. I wish she knew...

On another note, today I received a message on FB from an old girlfriend....a girlfriend from long ago...24 yrs ago..she was my first. Do I need to clarify? She was my first. I looked at her picture on FB and she is damn good looking. She was hot then and just got better with age.

I am torn as to my next step.

We dated for a year...we fucked for a year. The sex was amazing. She is the one that started me down the sexual road to adventure. She was my first teacher, my first love.

I want her.

The End?

2011-07-13T09:01:00.000-04:00

I think I will be shutting this blog down. It is has taken a turn from what it was intended to be. Perhaps I will start another, but who knows. I am not shutting it down yet, but will decide over the next week or so.

We will see...

Poetic Justice

2011-07-13T08:59:00.000-04:00

Well, the below post makes me feel like an ass...in my haste to make fun of the post, I didn't notice the spelling of the word. Not even when I typed it into dictionary.com and cut and pasted that info.

Yeah. I feel like an ass.

My apologies.

Funny comment from another blog...

2011-06-28T08:20:00.000-04:00

Ok. First I must admit this blog has taken a turn from its original intention...and rightfully so, how much bitching can one man do about not getting any, and how many fantasies can I continue to put here. I guess this is why I have slowed down the posting.

So. Now I was going through some random blogs and I came across this post from a dog owner about how their dog was sick and all the concern they had about their dogs health. Fine and dandy, the funny part was this comment by a reader:

"...I had a dog who got hyperthermia from laying on an electric blanket I had plugged in. He just started shaking and I finally took him to the emergency vet. They injected some fluids and told me all I could do was wait until the temp. went down...and keep him off electric blankets."

Let's examine this comment:

Hypothermia: [hahy-puh-thur-mee-uh] (n.) an abnormally low body temperature, as induced in the elderly by exposure to cold weather.
Electric blanet: (n.) a blanket that contains an electric heating element, used to warm a bed.

Something is just not right...

Now the first Chance of Fun will occur Thursday. Who knows what happiness lurks around the corner and at the bottom of a bottle of Patron Cafe. I will keep you posted on any and all adventures that occur or, if nothing happens at all.

Forecast - Chance of fun

2011-06-15T08:53:00.000-04:00

Plans have been made for 2 separate days, one day is in the not to distant future and will happen as we will be together at an event. The event allows for drinking and we plan to continue the festivities once the event ends, which is usually around 4 pm. The second day is tentative, but we are trying to coordinate our schedules. It shouldn't be too difficult as we both would like to get out and have some fun. Where it may lead is anyone's guess. While it would be great if "something" happened, I just enjoy spending time with her. Hopefully the weather will stay nice enough where we can find an outdoor cafe to chat, drink and people watch.

The weather. This week has been beautiful so far. Today it will be in the mid to upper 70s, the sun is shining and the women are slowly wearing less and less. My office has a window that looks down onto the street below affording me great views of the people walking along the sidewalk. Quite often I find myself just looking out the window as there is a never ending stream of women walking to and fro. I work in such a great neighborhood! Today is a perfect day to walk to the local SB, order an ice coffee and just people watch.

Summer is here!

2011-06-08T09:54:00.000-04:00

Finally. And today is going to be a scorcher with record temps being set over the next two days. I wouldn't be surprised if we break 100.

Things have been busy at work, so I haven't been around to post, but I do still stop by and read your blogs and peek at your pictures...what kind of friend would I be if I didn't still try and steal a peek at you? ;)

Ran 5.25 miles last night. Running is so freeing, my mind wanders while I run, but I am still focused on each item it wanders to. If you are a runner you know what I mean. If you haven't run any farther than the car to the house you won't understand, but you should try it as there is nothing more relaxing than being in "The Zone". I call "The Zone" anywhere after the first mile when my legs are stretched and loose, my breathing has settled into a nice rhythm and I am no longer thinking about running. My senses are heightened as well. I often run at night on the streets where I live so I imagine this is the reason. My sense of smell is exceptional as I run and I enjoy the different scents along my route. I know where along my route there is honey suckle and lavender; and I am really looking forward to smelling the lavender. I noticed last night, that certain trees have a scent as well, which I thought was odd. Never thought they did...

I am looking forward to another drinking outing sometime soon. Starting with a lunch at a nice outside cafe, out of sight of any prying eyes and then moving to a bar where we can continue the fun.

In my mind I imagine a little flirting, light touches and good laughs, but I am unsure of how she will react. That is what makes this all unnerving, but makes me want to flirt even more...its like an addiction, don't want to do it, but I need to do it.

It's been too long since I have actually flirted with a person...face to face. I am looking forward to this adventure.

New Love

2011-04-11T09:13:00.000-04:00

I was out Friday night with a co-worker and I found I have a new love in my life. It didn't take long to decide, either. The co-worker and I discussed the possibilities over a couple of drinks.

Co-worker insisted that I try something new, strawberry and basil lemonade. This contraption of evil is made with vodka, fresh strawberries, a basil leaf and sugar. It was good, but one was all I could drink. All I thought about was the sugar and possible hangover. Then co-worker insisted I try the strawberry pink lemonade. I couldn't resist...but more sugar, ugh. What is co-worker trying to do? At least these drinks were made with vodka, but I had to get away from the sugar. I needed my drink, my Goose on the rocks with olives, and I needed it now.

Conversation changed, drinks changed, locale changed, and the drinks were going down like water. 2 martinis down, a third on the way. Wine...and then port. Oh, I am going to pay for this in the morning. Back to the martinis, another one in hand. Then she makes her move...she decided it had to happen. We had discussed it earlier in the night, but I didn't think she would carry through with it. I underestimated her. Never again. She looked into my eyes and smiled. She decided, she was making her move and without hesitation.

She orders Patron Cafe topped with Baileys.

I think we toasted to something, but to what I have no recollection. We raised our glasses and tilted our heads. Down it went. Wow. OMG. I think I said something to the effect of, "That's tequila?". It's good. No, it's the shit. I could not believe how good coffee flavored tequila tasted. My two favorite drinks, tequila and coffee, TOGETHER. This stuff is dangerously good. You just don't realize you are drinking tequila and we all know how bad that can be.

Then a second shot, followed by another martini and the third and final shot of Patron. It is here it gets fuzzy, I believe there was another martini. There had to be as the shot wasn't the last thing I drank. I do recall drinking a diet coke while waiting for the car service, but after that it was lights out.

Taxi.
Drunk text.
No answer.
Email in the am.
Little to no hangover.

Yup...I have a new love. Patron Cafe. Our paths will cross again.

Hint of Spring

2011-02-18T14:34:00.000-05:00

It is amazing how the first time the temperature climbs north of 45 degrees, attitudes, outlooks, and clothes change. You can tell the women around here are tired of the cold. I mean it is only 58 degrees outside, but yet the women dare to wear their short skirts and capri pants, both of which show off their damn assets so well. They are wearing flimsy, sexy blouses which are almost see-thru, tempting men, like me, to gaze longingly. It is like a showcase for the new spring wardrobe. Isn't it still a little cold for these clothes? Not that I am complaining, just wondering. I guess they are as tired of being covered up as we are as tired of seeing them covered up.

The temp change also has me running again, which is a good thing. Winter was tough as I cant run outside - too dark and the streets are too busy (4 lanes with cars driving 60 mph, in the dark = BAD), so I run on the dreadmill. But now I know I will be outside soon enough, so it is time to get back on track (no pun intended). Before I know it, it will be race time and I need to put up a good showing at these 5Ks. I mean, there are some really good looking women in spandex at these races and who wants to run poorly in front of them? If that isn't enough motivation to run well, then I'm not sure what is.

Sometimes I wish I had a pace bunny running with me while I train, just for that little extra motivation. Any takers?

More Snow??

2011-01-31T11:00:00.000-05:00

I know this is the north east and all, but enough of the snow already.

The weather man is calling for more snow/ice from Tuesday to Thursday. The only good thing that may come out of this is another night spent in a hotel. Now if I could only find someone to share the experience with...

Doldrums

2011-01-26T10:42:00.000-05:00

Snow...I am tired of snow and cold. I have no motivation to run. No motivation to finish the last two posts. Really, no motivation for anything right now. It sucks.

I have a couple of things floating around in my head, but the winter has me feeling blah.

I want to get out and run. I need to run.

I also need to get laid...I wonder which will happen first?

Guy's Weekend Disclaimer

2011-01-20T08:43:00.000-05:00

Well, I am back from my guys weekend and the only thing that went as planned was the consumption of copious amounts of alcohol. So that means I didn't take any pictures and I didn't get laid. But it does mean I had fun and that I am still trying to figure out where $300 went over 2 days.

I have a few flirting stories to tell...but none of them ended up the way anyone would have expected.

Hotel Window - Part 1

2011-01-12T16:57:00.001-05:00

My first post of 2011. It is a little late, but due to problems beyond my control I haven't had the opportunity to write. But...here it is.

Last night I had an opportunity to stay in a hotel in the city, company expensed of course, as there was a snow storm moving into the area. I will skip the small detail stuff and just get to the room ('cause we all know my thoughts about this...). I had to take a picture of the floor to ceiling windows.

You can see the snow coming down better here. This building is 2 blocks away and I could see people in their apartments...so that means they could see me if I left a light on to silhouette myself (us). *wink*

The room is perfect, but I am alone. My mind was racing. Questions filled my mind.
A plan is being put together, even though it will never come to fruition.

What happens before we get to the room doesn't matter...

Her hand is in mine as I lead her into the room, to the window. I stand behind her, hands on her hips and nose nuzzled into her hair behind her ear. My heart is racing. I pull her hips to me and push into her at the same time. My chest to her back. My hands move to the front of her thighs and slide up to her belly and over her breasts. Lips, tongue on her neck, gently sucking her flesh between my teeth.

Hands on her arms. Moving to her shoulders, removing the straps of her dress. Sliding them down over her arms. Letting her dress slowly fall to her waist. Tracing a line down her back with my tongue, stopping every so often to nibble and suck. Kneeling behind her as the dress slowly falls to her feet.

Hands on her legs. My mouth on the back of her thigh. Tracing the outline of her panties...over her ass, to her hips, across her waist. Fingers under the edge of her panties, gently tugging them down, down to the floor. Mouth on her ass, hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. Inhaling her scent, I feel the urge to taste her.

"Open your legs wider for me"

I run my fingers across her lips and gently push two inside her. I see her watching in the window. Removing my fingers, I bring them to my lips to taste her sweet nectar. I place a hand on the small of her back and push her foward, so she is slightly bent at the waist and has a hand on the window. My tongue is on her thigh, her ass, her sex. My tongue parts her lips, her legs shake.

My cock is hard for her. I need her. Now.

Standing behind her, I push my cock against her ass. Turning to face me, she reaches down to help me remove my clothes. She opens my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor and frees my cock. Now it is her turn to kneel. I can feel her warm breath. Her hands stroking me. Her tongue on the head of my cock. Licking. Her mouth opens and my cock disappears in her mouth.

Holding her head, I watch as she continues to suck on me. Taking my cock out of her mouth, she looks up.

"I want you"

With that, she stands and faces the window...

Year End

2010-12-29T16:12:00.000-05:00

2010 is coming to an end, slowly but surely.

I am excited to see what 2011 will bring.

I am going to attack 2011 head on and try to accomplish some personal goals.

One goal is to post more...to find the time to write here more often.
Another goal is to visit more blogs, attract more readers and to leave comments when I do visit.
One last goal for blogging...pictures. Yup, post a pic or two.

I hope to have a new story, or three, for you next year...perhaps early in the year...like January...after a trip...to see people I havent seen in forever.

2010-12-16T10:07:00.000-05:00

There are days that I wonder why certain people come into my life...or why I have the pleasure of entering their lives. Sometimes it is just a fleeting moment, other times it becomes a friendship.

I know I haven't posted lately, but it doesn't mean that the friendship we developed has turned into anything less. Ok, enough sentimental crap...

Last time I mentioned I was running, I stated the weight hadn't been falling off, that the running had my body aching all over and I was struggling. This was back in June. Well between June and October I have lost over 20 pounds. The weight does just fall off, as do the pants. ;) On the bad said of weight loss, I had to spend a fortune paying for alterations. Now that I can run again, I decided I need to prove something to myself, that I could compete and run with the "real runners". So, since September I have run seven 5K races and usually finish around 24:40, but the last race I finished at 23:30...it is just nice to see some payoff.

The winter, along with all of the holiday parties, has put a little damper on the running. I am eagerly awaiting the warmer weather so I can get out and hit the roads again...enough of this damn treadmill. Although the views at the gym are very encouraging.

"Hello" - Is this thing on?

2010-12-02T09:39:00.001-05:00

Hello dear readers...if you are still out there...

First I want to apologize for my absence, it always happens to me from Sep to Nov...work becomes busy and I just dont have the time to give...sad, but true. Unfortunately, there are no fun excuses, just work. So now that there is some free time at work, I can start blogging again. Where do I start? Let me get some ideas organized and I will soon 'put the pen to paper'. ;)

Bear with me as I work back into this.

Inspiration...

2010-09-15T14:45:00.000-04:00

Hello Again

2010-09-09T09:58:00.000-04:00

Well, I guess it is time for me to start posting again. I mean it has been 3 months. Unfortunately, I haven't had anything to post about, hence the three months of silence. Hopefully I will be able to find some trouble to share, soon. If not, I guess I will need to make something up...if I can find the inspiration that is. ;)

New Goal

2010-06-16T11:00:00.000-04:00

On May 7th I had stated that I was running roughly 2 miles in 30 minutes. I am now up to 5 miles in 45 to 47 minutes. What a feeling of accomplishment! As for the calorie counter thing I had going on, I checked it again last night and it has LOWERED the amount I am allowed to eat since I have lost weight. Christ! This sucks. LoL. I am not really counting the calories any more as I have just implemented portion control...kind of like my sex life....hehehehe.

I now have my sights set on 6 to 7 miles and hope to attain this before the month is over. 6 or 7 miles and to get laid. Pretty optimistic I'd say.

Progress

2010-06-08T13:01:00.000-04:00

Pushed through 5 miles last night, while enduring some shin pain. Unfortunately the pain didn't subside after the run and continued to hurt until I went to bed. Today, the dull ache is gone, but my shins still hurt when I touch them, it almost feels like a bruise.

On another note, I noticed one of the women in the gym attempting to, non-challantly, check me out as I entered the gym. She was on a bike facing the parking lot and watched me as I walked to the door. I wouldn't have noticed if she didn't crane her neck, around the TV, as I walked by. Now...maybe she wasn't looking...and she probably wasn't, but in my mind she was and it makes it all worth it.

Quick update

2010-06-04T13:46:00.000-04:00

I just hate when work gets in the way of my goofing off. I had ignored my work to the point it piled up and it couldn't be ignored anymore, hence the 3 weeks since my last post. I even stopped logging into gmail for fear of falling behind even more. Oh well. Hopefully I can balance my time a little better.

On a "fun note", the weather is heating up, the short skirts, wispy sun dresses, and flimsy shirts are showing up more and more (and you all know how much I adore sun dresses). *sigh*

As for the month I have been going to gym, last night I ran 4 miles in 42 minutes. Not the pace I want, but it is a big step for me. Just last month I could barely do 2 miles. The weight isn't falling off the way I would like, but it is coming off...which is what counts, right? I haven't weighed myself to see how much I have lost, but I do notice a difference. Woohoo!

Thank you.

2010-05-11T10:05:00.000-04:00

Some of you may, ok...both of you, may have read my post titled "Disappointing Header" and thought, WTF is he talking about? Well, I guess I need to explain.

Prior to the current header, I had what I thought was a nice, sexy, header. That is until I had time to really look at what was up there. Well if you look in the comments of this post you will catch a glimpse into a conversation that took place between my oldest reader *snort* and myself. (Waiting for her to call me an ASS...). When I say oldest, I mean has been reading me the longest...probably about 3 years now. Over those three years, we have become friends and shared certain details of our lives that only friends share. So, in order to not make a long story any longer, I want to thank Vixen for the use of her photo in my header. I will not bore you with the details of how long it took to get the picture to fit (days, not minutes or hours, but DAYS), but I will tell you that she did all the work for me...how awesome is that? You should go check out her blog, I am sure you will enjoy what she has to say. She is witty, humorous, and honest - tells it like it is. Oh, I failed to mention the obvious, she is one insanely sexy woman.

Back to the Gym.

2010-05-07T10:04:00.000-04:00

The last two days I have made my way to the gym. I must say that I was a little intimidated at the thought of getting back out there, especially by running. It has been awhile since I pushed myself and need to constantly remind myself I am no longer that 24 - 28 year old that could run for days. Everytime I run, I think about the excellent cardio shape I used to be in...thank you Uncle Sam. Who else could run 10 miles in just over an hour while calling a cadence (equivalent to holding a conversation in a sing song manner)? I'll get back to it, it is just going to take time...a lot of time. But for today, I am content with 2.1 miles in 30 minutes...of running AND walking. It has been forever since I haven't been able to even do 2 miles. My intention is not to over do it...'cause if I do it will take forever to get back in the gym. Maybe tonight, I'll swim.

I have also started counting calories. A nice little app on my iTouch tells me how many calories I need eat in order to loose 1.5 pounds a week. All I can say...there aren't many calories in leaves.

Starts with a kiss

2010-05-03T15:49:00.003-04:00

I slowly and gently kiss your neck as you lay next to me in the bed, just behind your ear and down to your shoulder. I roll you onto your stomach and lift your hair off of your neck and gently bite you. I run my tongue down your spine to your ass. All this time I will allow my chest to rub against you so you can feel me next to you. When I reach your ass, I roll you over onto your back.

I see your nipples are hard and are begging to be licked. I love the expression you make as I suck on your nipples, holding them between my teeth and flicking my tongue over them. I am straddling your legs, with my cock resting against you. I am so hard and want to put it inside you, but I fight the urge. I want you, but want you to cum before I am inside you.

I lay on my side next to you, my face at your waist, my cock next your mouth. As I slowly roll you onto me, you suck me into your mouth. I can smell your juices and feel them against my mouth, warm, musky and very arousing. I slide my tongue inside of you and you let out a low moan. I can see your face in the mirror, your eyes are closed and you are biting your lip as I continue to move my tongue in and out of you. I replace my tongue with two of my fingers, find your clit with my tongue and suck it into my mouth. You start to moan louder now and move against my face. Your juices are all over my chin and mouth; you can not control yourself any more. You start to buck wildly and I place my free arm over your hips, squeezing your ass at the same time. My fingers go deeper into you and my tongue moves fast over your clit, in circles, up and down. The smell of your sex fills the room and is so intoxicating. I want to be inside you.

I roll you onto your back and lay between your legs, still sucking on you. You hold my head as you arch your back as a moan escapes your lips. Your eyes are closed and you are biting your lower lip as you try not to scream. You open your eyes to watch me try to push you over the edge, reaching up I pinch a nipple, causing you to yelp from both surprise and excitement. As I continue to pleasure you, a low guttural moan, beautiful yet so primal, is uncontrollably forced from your body. Your excitment and release has me ready...I can feel the pre-cum on the tip of my cock.

You cum so hard that your thighs and sheets are wet, you are exhausted…

I absolutely love watching a woman cum. There is nothing better than seeing the pleasure on her face, hearing her shallow breathing, feeling her body tighten and then everything releasing at the same time.

I allow you to catch your breath before I kneel between your open legs…..

Friday Failures

2010-04-30T09:06:00.004-04:00

For those of you that think your day can't get any worse, I am going to post Friday Failures. You may have seen these, and I am sure you have, but they always bring a smile to my day and the thought, "Thank God it wasn't me!" So with out further ado....

The look on the News Anchor's face is priceless.

Disappointing Header

2010-04-29T14:36:00.008-04:00

*Insert Beavis and Butthead voice* hehe He said header...

After a recent conversation about the new header above, I took an extended look the picture and couldn't help but notice that the picture has been touched up. If it is that noticable, it must be pretty bad, huh?

If you can over look the beauty of the woman you will notice the skin on her belly looks natural, goose bumps and very fine hair by her shirt. All very natural and sexy. Then when you scan down to her legs, they are obviously photoshopped. Two very contrasting looks, and disappointing really.

I have always heard about the airbrushing and photo touchups, but never really saw it first hand. What did the artist see that (s)he felt needed to be covered. I guess people feel natural isn't perfect and therefore not sexy. Well, I believe differently. Give me natural and confident over airbrush and touch-ups any day.

Thank you to all that share themselves - naturally.

Why would it be easy?

2010-04-28T10:08:00.002-04:00

Ok, maybe I have figured this out. No sooner do I say I will post and now I don't have access. So here I sit on my iTouch.
What is new....let's see, not too much, really. I guess that is why I stopped posting. I have joined a gym with the intent of getting back to my fighting weight, which is about 25 pounds lighter (and 18 years ago)...so wish me luck. Wow, has it been that long? Amazing how fast time goes when life happens, huh?

Give me some time and I will get back up to speed, me and the blog. ;)

Trying to get back in the swing...

2010-04-27T08:20:00.000-04:00

I think it is time to start this blog up again...the direction I will take it remains to be determined. There are times I can get into blogger from work and then I can go days, even weeks, that I am locked out...so let's see what happens.

Itchin' to take pictures...

2009-06-04T12:50:00.003-04:00

A while back I posted that I have been itchin to to take erotic pictures...I just need to find some one that will allow me to photograph them. I have the camera, I have the desire...I just don't have a subject. Doesn't that suck.

I know for damn sure the wife won't allow it, so there is no need to ask. She hasn't been comfotable in her own skin for sometime now, which is a shame. She is beautiful and photographs exceptionally well. I hope one day that she will trust my judgement.

Until that day comes, one can only hope the opportunity will present itself.

Something

2009-06-02T10:38:00.002-04:00

Ok, so here is a little something...

My avatar is missing. :(

Is it just not showing up at work, or is it missing for you too? Hmmm.

And now if the weather would just warm up a little more, the women would start wear a lot less. God I can't wait...make it summer already, will ya.

Almost 7 months!

2009-06-01T09:28:00.001-04:00

Wow, it has been so long since I last posted, where the hell should I start?

No, really, I need an idea...what the hell should I write about...

Once I figure it out, I will be back. And it wont take 7 months.

Better Late Than Never - Tagged

2008-11-25T23:19:00.006-05:00

Well, last week I was tagged by the smokin', gorgeous, and oh so beautiful Vixen for a meme. I am just horrible in doing these in a timely manner, but I do enjoy playing along. But first the Rules.

1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on his/her website.

Ok, now for the fun part...

1 - Everyone that reads this blog knows it has been a while since I have had sex...and yes I am married, but have I told you it has been 5 LONG years since I have given or received any type of oral...? Yeah...my words exactly.

2 - When walking down the street to work, I always try to catch the eyes of the women walking towards me. There is so much that can be said with just the eyes.

3 - I know how to fly an airplane. I learned how to fly in college, but haven't done it since. I was terrified and excited on the first day. My instructor throttled up and the plane moved down the runway and she looked at me and said, "You better pull up unless you want to go off the runway", and that was my first take off.

4 - I pay attention to detail. You will know what I mean if we ever exchange emails. I believe I can vividly describe anything if given the time. ;)

5 - I was the ugly duckling growing up and didn't have many friends. The friends I did make then, I still have today.

6 - I think number 5 is still true.

If you want to play, feel free...just let us know in my comment section.

;)

Thanks.

Friday Failures

2008-11-21T08:19:00.006-05:00

I said I was going to try and change things up a bit...so let's see how long this lasts.

Today I would like to welcome you to Friday Failures. Why? Because there is always someone out there that doesn't have a clue, and I guarentee these pictures will brighten your day.

And on another note; I mentioned this site once before, IFeelMyself.

There is an awesome free video on their side bar - and I know there is one of you that will think it is to.die.for. ;) As things on the home front have declined, I have been visiting on a regular basis and recommend this site, two thumbs up.

Ready to Run

2008-11-20T11:09:00.002-05:00

Thought about running again, broke out the gear, and realized I didn't have the time. So I did what any normal blogger does. I took the opportunity to take a picture. Woohoo.

Well, this isn't as big as I thought it would be, but I guess it qualifies as an HNT, huh? I have thought about taking this place in a new direction...and this is a start, right? Let's see what the last few months bring. Hopefully they will bring stories of hot and erotic encounters - one way or another!

But who knows...maybe they won't. Keep your fingers crossed (just your fingers ;) ).

So much time has passed

2008-11-17T08:37:00.002-05:00

It has been almost a month since my last post, and just about 4 months since I last had sex.

Wow.

When I put that last part down on "paper" it amazes me. There was once a time that I never went more than a day, at most, and here I am staring at a drought of biblical proportions. I had an idea this year would be rough, but wow. I guess the best thing now is that we are in the last quarter of the year and I should be getting some sort of payout. It seems to happen once quarterly - ugh...

It has obviously cooled quite a bit since I last posted and I am liking this weather, nice and brisk. I hate the cold, but I do like the 50s.

The fashion trend seems to be some sort of spandex leggings, boots and short skirts...one of the better trends this year I must say. I also thought I would never see spandex leggings again after the 80s.

I need to start running again. It keeps my head clear and gives me an outlet for this pent up frustration.

I am on the prowl....I need to get laid, to feel the flesh of another, the heat of their breath and the wetness of their excitement...now.

The counter...

2008-10-23T14:11:00.002-04:00

I just looked at the counter on the right ----->

and fainted.

I now have the imprint of a key board on my forehead! I have never gone that long without getting any...

Oh well. I am at the point now that I could careless, 3 months...4 months...no worries, I am sure it will happen sooner ar later. I just hope it is sooner.

I was recently tagged and by the lovely vixen;

I am working on putting it together. The problem is I know what I have to do, just can't remember the wording AND I cant stop over there as she is blocked...so you will have to wait a bit.

Tagged

2008-10-23T13:36:00.011-04:00

I was recently tagged by the beautiful Vixen (and God is she!). I have never been tagged by anyone for anythng here in blogloand. I guess you can say I was a tag virgin. ;)

I’m supposed to pick actors/actresses to play the parts in the story of my life, based on looks or personality- I went for a little of both, but probably mostly stuck with physical looks for myself and wife, but the kids are a little of both.

For those of you that know me, I think you would agree with me whole-heartedly on this;

Playing me - Robert Downey, Jr...minus the goatee. (Mostly for the looks) . Now I am not saying this because it is what I think, I am saying this because it is what I have been. Those of you in the know, feel free to speak up. :)

Playing my wife and again for the looks, Courtney Cox;

Now the children. This wasn't as hard as you may think. They are based upon looks AND personality/attitude...may the lord save the soul of the man that wrongs them...or me for killing him! I am sure my hands are going to be VERY full in a few short years.

May God have mercy on my soul...

The 5 year old; Natalie Wood from Miracle on 34th Street. I couldn't find a current day star that looks like her.

Again, I could not find a current day star that reminds me of my little one, my 2 year old. This is what I perceive to be a perfect match in attitude - and it scares the crap out of me. Looks, eh...she has light hair and light eyes, completly opposite of her sister;

Drew Barrymore

Well there you have it. My take on the celebrities that would play me and my family. Now I am supposed to tag someone right? Well, how about this. If you want to play, please do. Just let me know here in the comment section that you did, k?

Good. Have fun.

September SUCKS

2008-10-10T08:14:00.002-04:00

I am still here...haven't gone anywhere. September has always been a bad month for me and blogging. It is the month that work bears down and DEMANDS that I pay attention. UGH.

No worries, that ugly month has passed by and there may soon be some fun adventures ahead...woohoo!

Has anyone noticed it is getting a little cooler? Cool enough for those awesome boots, but yet still warm enough for short skirts? Oh you did notice.

Yeah me too.

Yummy.

;)

Who is the Bad Ass??

2008-09-19T08:53:00.001-04:00

1 minute, 22 seconds

Let me know how bad you are...

Still here...

2008-09-18T08:28:00.002-04:00

Hey all,

Just wanted to let all of you know that I am still here, just very busy at work. Nothing knew and/or exciting happening - as you can tell by the counter on the right. LoL

I've got a few things in the cooker, maybe they will make for a good story or two or maybe not.

A certain blogger, that I read very often, and had been featured here a long time ago, has recently been blocked by work IT...WTF is up with that? How the heck am I supposed to get my vix fix? UGH, so not cool. I am going to go sulk in the corner with my coffee...

Back

2008-09-08T14:19:00.003-04:00

After a few days a way, the batteries are recharged...but the counter is counting...*sigh*

FYI - Phones are good...but cell phones not so good.

Wake up calls good...planned wake up calls...better.

Why is it cell phones always cut out at the most...uh...most important part of a conversation?

I want a do-over...wonder if that is an option?

Attempted

2008-09-02T12:26:00.002-04:00

An attempt was made to stop that stupid couonter at 40 this weekend (whose idea was it to put that stupid reminder up there anyway?) but to no avail.

Does she have a switch? How does she not feel the need to do anything...I am amazed by this...ugh. I have tried and tried...

I guess I am going to have to be content to go blind...

I have more items for the bucket list below...so look back shortly...

;)

What are you?

2008-08-27T16:13:00.000-04:00

You Are 85% Kinky

If you've heard of it, you've tried it. You're that kinky.

You're open to any and all sexual experiences, as long as they're safe.

You see the bedroom as the primary place for all your adventures.

But that's not to say that the bedroom is the only place you get kinky!

Are You Kinky?

The List

2008-08-27T15:44:00.008-04:00

There are no rules for this list, just stipulations and wants;

Stipulation - to complete the list before you "kick the bucket".

Wants - a deep desire to accomplish what is on the list.

Since I posted the previous entry, my mind has been in overdrive. Non-stop thinking about the list, some pretty fun thoughts, some pretty deep thoughts...how far do I want to go? Some of this involves sex and some of it is sexual and erotic...my list, my rules. I am not going to categorize these items. I am going to list them seperately as I may not want to experience everything a title/category implies. But in one way, shape or form, there are nekkid bodies involved. Some of these are your typical "guy things", but what can I say? I am a guy after all.

Well, here we go, in no particular order.

Photographing/videotaping a woman masturbating.
Go to a "sex club".
Participating in a MFM threesome.
Participating in a FMF threesome.
Participating in a moresome.
Join the "mile high" club.
Blindfolding my partner.
Being blindfolded.
Handcuffing my partner.
Being handcuffed.
Be an exhibitionist, as described here, which is just a fantasy at this point (scroll down and read "window").

More to come...

Sexual "Bucket List"

2008-08-26T12:27:00.002-04:00

Have you seen the movie, "The Bucket List"? I haven't, but I have put it on my list of movies to watch. I don't have a bucket list, but I am thinking of making one.

A recent conversation had me thinking of a sexual bucket list and what I would put on it. So I am going to keep a running list, updating as things happen (but we all know things arent happening very quickly) or as I hear of something new that I want to try.

So check back later to see the list. It is currently being drafted.

Random Thoughts

2008-08-25T14:13:00.006-04:00

I was recently asked, "How many people from the 'net have you met?"

8 total - 5 bloggers and 3 prior to the 'net according to blogs. Chatrooms, remember when those were popular in the mid to late 90's? For all you youngsters out there, this is when a 90 Hz processor was the shit. Yes, I said 90 Hz.

When and where is the best place for sex?

Well, look at my counter ---------------------------------->
Anytime I can get a little sumthin' sumthin', the when and where are just right. But if it isnt planned, there is nothing like water sex...pool, shower...any body of water or anything to do with water will suffice.

Most thought of fantasy(ies);

Rooftop: some time between sunset and sunrise, a warm day...warm enough that a light misty rain is cooling, not annoying and a person special enough to enjoy the moment with. Mist wetting the clothes, hands gropping, kissing, hair pulling, neck biting, passion...PASSION...then as it progresses, so does the rain. Clothes soaked, bodies slipping over each other, clothes flung carelessly to the side...oh and there is more...
Window: night, lights off in the room - except for a distant light in another room so our bodies are silohetted to someone looking in. Her hands on the window, me behind her...in a chair in front of the window. Her standing with her back to the window with me kneeling between her legs, me standing in the window with her kneeling between my legs. She sits on the window ledge, sill, convector, legs open and me standing between them...both of us in a chair facing each other...watching the other bring themselves to orgasm...

Phone sex / cyber sex?

Phone: There is something about getting another person to enjoy themselves thru either a written description or verbal description. But it is the verbal description that provides the most pleasure. Nothing can describe the sound of being of short of breath, voices trailing off in pleasure, the slow and gentle build up to the start of an orgasm, and then the intense pleasure, moany*, raspy breathing at the height of an orgasm. The best part...pushing limits, asking the other person to push their limits, to give just that much more...letting go and giving yourself over to each other.
Cyber: As it is written, a person must be very descriptive, trust worthy (are they really doing as they say?), patient and be able to type with one hand. ;)

Yeah, just some random thoughts for today.

*Is moany even a word, LoL

Touchy, Feely Post...

2008-08-20T12:39:00.004-04:00

While reading the various blogs I frequent, I saw this post about what song touches you the most. So I decided to share this with all of you. I will not explain why here, but if you know anything about me, you will understand.

For the record

2008-08-19T19:53:00.005-04:00

The counter will not be stopped if I take matters into my own hands.

Just sayin'. That wouldn't be accurate...

I once posted here about the building across the street. Unfortunately, all the windows now have the blinds closed. Who the hell sent out the memo? What am I supposed to do when I work late? Work...pppfffft. Great.

Got nadda

2008-08-18T12:55:00.002-04:00

Yup that is right...that little clock on the side bar is still ticking away. Another weekend has come and gone without any "inspiration".

I fail to understand why the wife continues to wear granny panties..drives me nuts. I understand there are just times they need to be worn, but come on. No thongs, no lace, nothing sexy...ever top or bottom. *sigh*

Any ideas on how I can ask her to change her ways would be welcomed.

Thinking about this HNT thing going on....debating if I should participate....

Not like there are many visitors here, I think it is just the exhibitionist in me wanting to do it...

Over the last couple of weeks, I feel like I have been walking in the wrong direction. On my walks home, all the pretty women, the scantily clad women, just the women that one would want to walk behind, are all walking the other way. I think I will need to a new way home. A longer, circuitous, route.

Read about Ashley Madison...debating it....too risky though, but heard it works wonders. Hmmm

Time for a change?

2008-08-13T18:24:00.002-04:00

What should I post...
......maybe a slow walk will help me clear my head
.............Has this blog run its course?
...................maybe, maybe not......I need some kind of inspiration.....hopefully I can find.....it, some, her.....inspiration that is.

Part 2...

2008-07-24T19:13:00.002-04:00

As she pushes back against him, he runs a hand up the inside of her thigh. Her thighs are soft and warm and he can feel goose bumps on her. IS it from the cool night air against her warm flesh, or is it from excitement – he explores further…

His thumb brushes against her pussy, and she is moist. He turns his hand over and eases a finger into her and she pushes against him. He slides in easily and steadies her hips with his other hand. He pulls his finger out and up to his lips, inhales her aroma as he places his finger on his lips. His tongue tastes her juices and then returns to her thigh.

He slips his cock between her thighs and pushes himself against her ass. Her back arches as she pushes back against him. “Put it in me” she whispers, “please”. He reaches down between them, she can feel the back of his hand on her ass, and her moist pussy becomes very wet. She can not wait much longer, she wants him now. He rubs the head of his cock between her legs, over her pussy. She pushes against him and he slide into her.

She bites her lip as he eases into her. He exhales trying to control himself. She pushes hard into him, wanting him deep inside her. He pushes back against her, so his pelvis is pushing into her ass.

She reaches between her legs and starts to rub her clit. He reaches up and finds her breast under her shirt, slides a hand under her bra and lets his hands roam…looking for her nipple. Pinching, rubbing, pulling.

“Fuck me now”, “Now” He pushes hard, slides halfway out and pushes back into her. She moves her hips in unison with his thrusts, her juices now on her thighs. He thrusts faster, harder, deeper. Her hair moving wildly about, the cool night air slowly warming around them their passion fills the shed.

Low moans and the sound of bare flesh against flesh echo across the vacant yard. The sounds heard only by the two in the shed.

Please stand by.

2008-07-23T08:45:00.004-04:00

I am working on a multi-post recount of a past encounter...

Look back later today.

Happy Hump Day!

And now Part - 1

Her parents had been in bed about an hour when she turned to him and said, “Put your shoes on.” He looked at her and saw the devilish smirk on her face, like she had something planned something more than just a walk outside. The anticipation of what is to come has robbed him of his dexterity, and he can not tie his shoes. It is almost comical, but she can’t bear to watch and starts to walk towards the door. As she nears the door, she turns and glances over her shoulder, just in time to see him finish tying his shoes and starting after her.

She makes her way out the door and across the yard. Upon reaching the door way, he stops to watch her, to watch her slip through the door of the shed. Quickly, and quietly, closing the door to the house behind him, he follows. As he opens the door to the shed, he sees her standing with her back to a work bench, watching for him. She motions for him to come to her, which he does without further coaxing.

He stands in front of her, one hand on her waist, one behind her head…fingers in her long, curly hair. He leans in to kiss her, her mouth familiar, but there is something new tonight. Maybe it is the full moon, the brisk night air, the look in her eyes as she looks into his…he just can’t put his finger on it. She unbuttons her jeans and turns to face the workbench. She pulls down her jeans just past her knees, her thong accentuating her ass beautifully. The moonlight coming in through the door that was left ajar gives her an angelic glow. It is as if she knows just where to stand.

He pulls her thong down, lifts her shirt to expose the small of her back and kisses her. His hands roam all over her ass, feeling the soft skin under his fingers excites him even more. He stands, pulls down his jeans and boxers, and then wraps both hands around her waist. He pushes his cock against her ass, bites her neck…and lets his tongue find her ear. She lets out a soft moan, and whispers, “Fuck me”. She leans forward, grabs hold of the work bench and pushes herself into his cock.

Flirting

2008-07-17T14:47:00.003-04:00

How many of you actually still flirt with your significant other, be it husband, wife, boyfriend or girlfriend?

I can't help it I flirt all the time, especially with women I don't know. There is something about it, that feel good result as you teasingly glance across the bar or send an email with a hidden meaning. Those emails that can be interpreted two ways and are fun to write. But isn't the whole point of flirting to receive something back from it? Perhaps she gives you a sly grin, twirls her hair around her finger or replies to your email with a hidden message of her own.

If you don't get these results, you usually stop and move on right? Well not with your SO, but with a stranger you do, right? Or is it you like the hard to get person?

I ask as I am constantly flirting, but NEVER get any indication if it is welcome or not, in return. Here is an example;
We have just purchased this new mattress, big, comfy and untested ;) . So when I get an email stating it has arrived, I mention we should break it in - obvious male comment, but I get nothing in return.
Another example;
A few weeks ago we had an inflatable children's fun house up....I said "ooh, keep it until it gets dark, then we can go play on it." Again no response.

Is it me? Do women, SOs in particular, not like this kind of flirting? I am at a loss...

Forgotten Post

2008-07-15T15:48:00.006-04:00

I really had something to post today, but with great weather, the walk to work and a walk at lunch time has me all flustered. I was standing around at lunch and a woman - totally comfortable in her skin and cotton dress walked by...from shadow to sunlight...beautiful. I was ready to walk away from the conversation I was having and follow her around like a little puppy dog.

But that would have been obvious.

Can you tell that this never happened?

I need something NOW...LoL, 'cause as you know, I would hate to go blind.

I am really looking forward to the 20 minute walk tonight. Hopefully I will remember the post I forgot.

Just found this link;
See if you can match or beat the clicks I had 132 in 30 seconds...and now imagine that finger moving that fast somewhere else. ;)

Created by OnePlusYou

So little time...

2008-07-14T10:52:00.004-04:00

I have so little time to post, but so many posts running thru my head. So I guess I will just get back to it and post. Damn it.

I walk...daily. Through this big city. In the cold, in the rain, in the heat and humidity. I just throw on the head phones and get lost in the songs of my Ipod and in my thoughts...my thoughts.

Its amazing what one day dreams about while walking. The songs just become background noise, same as the traffic and the sound of other people talking. It is at this time, this 20 minutes of 'personal time' that my favorite sense is heightened - sight.

If I were to go deaf, I would be very upset, so much to hear in the world that I love to hear;

children's laughter
music
rain
crack of thunder
the 'pssst' upon opening a cold beer
the crack of ice as a drink is being prepared
the sound of a woman cuming (didnt think I was getting sappy on ya, did you?)

But if I were to lose my sight, I think I would have to die. I can not imagine not seeing all the world's beautiful sights. The list of sights matches my above list of sounds. Now you may wonder why I am discussing this? Well, I am glad you asked...

As I walk to and fro daily, there is nothing better than walking behind a woman. Especially a woman in a dress, skirt or cotton pants...what can I say...I love a woman's body, especially if the sun turns her cloths 'transparent' and I can see her thong, boy shorts or even better, nothing at all! I once walked 10 blocks out of my way in 100 degree heat to follow a beautiful woman in a sundress.

I love a sun dress that falls gently over a woman's ass, blows freely in the breeze and offers a shrouded glimpse of her legs, ass and sometimes more. The fact that she is that confident in her own skin makes her even more alluring.

This is what keeps me walking to and fro daily. Wouldn't it keep you walking?

Getting desperate here!

2008-05-30T09:34:00.003-04:00

I can't believe it has been so long since I last posted...I apologize, it has just been very crazy here. RL sucks when it gets in the way.

Anyway...

Can you believe I haven't gotten ANYTHING since May 10th? Unbelievable, how can anyone go that long without sex....I'm dying here.

I did get a phone call from an old friend to tell me she is coming into town for 2 weeks...and this I am very excited about. Stay tuned, maybe, just maybe something will happen and someone will get a little sumthin' sumthin'.

Random Thoughts

2008-03-28T08:54:00.003-04:00

I absoulutely CANNOT wait to see this movie...check out the clip. I so hope it is as good as it looks.

http://www.tropicthunder.com/?gclid=CLTyo7Xur5ICFQNCgQod20SYQQ

It sucks that my wife refuses to wear anything sexy. She won't wear a thong, lace, thigh highs, sheer, camisole, teddy, silk...and the list goes on.... If I buy her anything sexy, it gets stuffed in the back of the drawer, if it isn't returned or tossed altogether. I often heard, "Why did you buy me this? You just bought it for yourself." Because she is a mother she feels all that shit had to stop I guess...

I get my fill of lingere and sexy from the blog world, looking at the gorgeous women that share with the rest of us. Thank you to all of you.

Had an anniversary come and go. It was the only thing to come....

Spring is around the corner, weather is warming up and the women are slowly shedding the winter clothes. Ya know what that means, right? My imagination wakes up and I start to write more...

It also means I am a walking hard-on!

I hate that work has blocked some sites...what the hell am I supposed to do all day? Work?

Not easy...

2008-03-19T09:03:00.002-04:00

It's not easy to post this month...call it what you will, but I know the reason. The day is close.

Time may heal all wounds, but it doesn't let you forget. Time moves forward unaware of the past and uncaring of the future It has no destination and no feelings. It's like a mindless robot intent on reaching an unknown destination, uncaring of who and what it affects.

Ironically, as time passes, the mind contemplates what may have been, what has been lost. Time unknowingly touches everything. Thoughts blur and hearts ache. Pictures and memories fade.

Sometimes it is a struggle to remember - but I refuse to forget.

Tattoo?

2008-03-07T07:50:00.003-05:00

I want to finish the post "2nd Meeting", but I am just not feeling it...not yet anyway.

On another note, I am debating another tattoo. I think I have decided what I want and where I want it, now I just need it drawn so I can get it done. I'm no artist, not even to save my life. Here is a quick description, and if anyone out there wants to attempt to draw, scan and email it to me I will be much obliged. LoL

This is going on my right arm, tricep area and will wrap to the inside of my arm, a band.

I envision a heart...scretched from the sides to the point that the center is being torn apart. The edges are being pulled and transformed into thin lines. At the point where the lines will cross to the inside of my arm, they become twisted barbed wire, dark and sharp. Over the heart, drawn as if holding it together, the names of my children.

This has meaning. This sounds great, but I need to see it before I go thru with it...

Thoughts?

2nd meeting

2008-02-28T17:46:00.005-05:00

I think back to that 2nd meeting and I am instantly aroused. It was a great time...

I vividly remember kneeling in front of her, sliding my hands under her long skirt, and nudging her legs apart -- slowly sliding my hands up her legs...smooth, freshly shaven...firm from exercise, but still soft and feminine.

Running my hands up her thigh to her ass, searching for panties to remove, her fingers entwined in my hair...a wonderfully firm ass and no panties.

Moving my hands to the soft, tender, inside of her thigh and feeling her wetness on her mid thigh drives me over the edge. I have to taste her.....NOW, but I make her wait. Brushing her sex with my fingers, they easily glide over and into her. She moans and leans against the radiator.

you have to wait...just like she did...

Our good times together are missed...wonder if there will be another...

The meeting - Part 1

2008-02-12T08:18:00.000-05:00

We first met through email. She contacted me and let me know she was going to be in town on business and wanted to meet for drinks.

Who am I to turn down drinks...and a pretty woman? So I agreed. We had exchanged a few emails and a picture or two but I still wanted to play it safe. We all know that people never really look like their pictures - good or bad.

So we decided to meet at a bar half way between her hotel and the direction I had to travel to get home. We instantly connected. We talked as if we knew each other, we were comfortable and enjoyed each others company. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the thought of future possibilities...

Update

2008-02-05T07:52:00.000-05:00

Well not much has happened since our last conversation...well not much that I am willing to share here yet anyway. But there was one MAJOR event that I feel I should update you on.

Ready?

Ms. Perky has left.

and

Ms. Firm has left as well.

Doesn't that suck? Yeah I thought so too. There is a bright side to this though. Now when I stay late, I will actually get some work done.

That's about it for now, I am working on getting back into the swing of things and I believe I owe someone a post or two. Its been awhile, so once I get back on track, I will see what I can do to get it posted.

;)

2008-01-29T08:19:00.000-05:00

I tell you I will be back writing and then I am gone...sorry 'bout that. I actually told you just before I took a couple of days off which were tied into a weekend. So you had to wait 4 days, plus Monday sucked and that made it 5.

Not much has changed, doing the same stuff, but I either (a) have it all under control, (b) it is the calm before the storm, or (c) so much is slipping through my fingers I don't realize it and think (A) or (B).

God I hope it isn't C!

Wow 4 months

2008-01-23T08:23:00.001-05:00

Well hello again.

Remember me?

I was wondering if anyone still comes by to read this thing? Its been 4 months and finally have found the time and desire to type again.

Now I guess I need to go out and find some new readers...

Reality

2007-09-18T08:04:00.000-04:00

Is a motherf*&ker. Don't you just hate when it gets in the way of fun? I am swamped at work and haven't had a spare minute to post anything. I don't even have the joy of saying I saw Ms. Perky or Ms. Firm baring it all again. How depressing is that? Oh, I can say that I saw Ms. Firm up close though and this time it was all coincidence, honest. And let me tell you...Ms. Firm has a very nice ass.

Soon enough I will return, and when I do it will be with a vengeance. *muuuaaaahhhh*

Oh.

I had a comment that this blog is hard to read, the white writing on black background...should I change it, or is it ok? Thanks.

Once Again

2007-09-11T09:41:00.000-04:00

Hello, its been 5 days and felt it was time to post once again. I swear I will get back to regular posting as soon as I get my new position under control. As stated in an earlier post, I have been putting in numerous hours working late.

Well, I did tell you about Ms. Perky, but I never had the chance to tell you about the other lady in the building. I am going to name her Ms. Firm.

She shares the same floor as Ms. Perky, but she is on the other end of the building - which causes much running in my office. It must be something about that floor that the women don't wear clothes at night.

Anyway, Ms. Firm enjoys walking around, cooking, watching T.V. and talking on the phone, in various stages of undress. The MOST I have seen her in is a thong and barely there bra. The least I have seen her in is a bra...yeah I am getting a lot done after dark!

Ms. Firm, has one hell of a gorgeous figure. She wiggles when she walks, her hips swaying just right, and are the perfect size, and did I mention that ass? That firm ass? *sigh*

I think this is another woman that needs to be added to my list of 'must meets'.

So now my list includes, in order of preference;

Her
Ms. Firm
Ms. Perky

Update on Ms. Perky:

She shops at VS....ooohh, YES SHE DOES...and you are wondering how I know? Simple...the huge VS bag in the window SCREAMING to me. And last night, she tried.on.her.VS.clothes. In front of the open blinds! *doing the snoopy happy dance* OHMYGODOHMYGOD...perky does not adequately describe her...wow!

Now I just need Ms. Perky to meet Ms. Firm! If that happens...I am moving into my office!

One last thing, if anyone knows where SHE is, let her know she is missed. Thanks.

Sigh

2007-09-06T11:40:00.000-04:00

Stressed, horny, tired, horny...those do not make for a good combination. Did I mention I was horny?

The stressed and tired make for long days. The horny...well that just makes it hard to work, especially with the weather still nice and all of these beautiful women walking around wearing next to nothing...Not that I am complaining.

Did I mention that I am freakin' horny?

Sigh.

5 in 9 does not make for a happy camper....

What was I Thinking?

2007-09-04T08:15:00.000-04:00

First off, I hope everyone had an eventful and enjoyable long weekend.

Now, what the hell was I thinking for the last 5 days? I actually got myself all worked up over this long weekend. I started thinking on Thursday that maybe I would get some this weekend. Who could blame me for thinking that way, 4 days with nothing to do, right? Right. Nothing to do. NOTHING.

I tried everything short of asking for it - I stopped asking after the umpteenth shoot down. Those blows to the ego just suck. What did I try you ask? Let's see;

snuggled up in bed, with hands roaming - shot down in flames.
suggestive gropes while changing - squashed.
allowed myself to been seen watching her change - ignored.
layed next to her in bed and watched her TV shows <--insert sarcasm here.

So what did I do?

See this post.

Are they mutual?

2007-08-30T23:18:00.000-04:00

Her words were still fresh in my mind. My thoughts are consumed by her. There is no way this wasn't going to happen. She does it to me each and everytime. She causes a stir in my gut, the kind that makes me yearn for her touch.

I can picture her. I imagine her voice. I fantasize about her. I wonder what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her under my fingers, to wrap her hair in my hand.

To push her up against a wall, her head in my hand, my mouth on hers, nibbling on her lip, squeezing her ass. Pushing myself into her as she pushes back. Her scent and the sweet taste of her nectar are unbeknownst to me, but the imagination works wonders.

I want to run my fingers over her sex as she unbuckles my pants. I want to wet my fingers with her juices and then bring them to my lips. I want to feel how warm and wet she is. I want to feel her legs on my back as I pull her onto me.

I want to whisper in her ear as I push my cock into her. I want to pinch, bite and suck on her nipples as we find our rhythm. I want to hear my cock sliding into her. I want to feel her juices on her thighs, my thighs, allowing our bodies to slide. I want to hear her moan. I want to hear her cum, I want to feel her cum. I want all of her...I want to take her, I want her to take me.

This is what I think about as I stroke my cock after our conversations. I wonder if she feels the same way.

Working Late

2007-08-29T21:51:00.000-04:00

Wow, two posts in one day...Lucky you!

Well, I had decided to stay late as there is a lot of shit to catch up on in this new position. I have actually already made plans to stay late the rest of the week, so if any of you readers want to call.....LoL. NVM, there are only 2 of you on a good day and that ain't happening. ;)

Anyway, I was working away on my computer and guess what? Same time as the other day, in walks Ms. Perky. That is her new name, Ms. Perky. Woohoo for Ms. Perky

Well Ms. P. is getting herself all settled, on the computer, drink, snack etc and I am PRAYING for her to change into something a little more comfortable. No Such Luck. BUT, knock at the door and lo and behold Mr. Nice Guy shows up, NG for short. To make a long story even longer, I wasn't working alone and we are both thinking the same thing...stealth mode. Right away, our military instincts kick into high gear, the lights go off, doors are locked and positions are taken up at opposite ends of the office.

Now NG is really a nice guy. Sits across from her on the sofa, listens to her babble, sips his soda, and even looks at her computer. Is this a common female tactic - 'oh my computer doesn't work, can you look at it?' He wasn't a boyfriend as he didn't make her get out of the seat so he could look at it, he just leaned in from her side...clever dog, good way to get close. After about 20 minutes, we noticed NG and Ms. P. getting their shit together and her combing her hair..."they're moving...grab you coat" was the cry from the back of the office.

So, race to the elevator, downstairs and outside. I had to get a look at her...close up. Hopefully they were going for drinks at the nearby bar. ;) Opportunity knocks?

No such luck.

I did get a nice look. Dark brown curly hair, skinny with a nice ass and well...perky breastesses. And a European accent to boot. Yes I got that close. She is a very sexy woman.

Now I am in my office, after two drinks at the nearby bar, ready to finish my work, while waiting for a cab home. Those two drinks, are probably the only reason I posted this.

Deep down, I am hoping she comes home soon...

This is on the appetizer menu....boy I have a main menu story for you, ya just need to wait...

MIA and my new office

2007-08-29T09:47:00.000-04:00

I apologize for my extended absence.

I had recently posted a conversation with her, and really haven't spoken to her since. I guess it is just life's odd way of dealing the cards. Well, I hope it is life's odd way, but who knows? I do know I miss the conversations and the emails. *sigh*

Did I mention I have a new office? Did I mention that I have multiple windows? That overlook an apartment building? Not that I look...well, ok...I did. It only took me 2 days to see the perky, uh perks, of working late.

Here I was, minding my own business - working away, when I noticed a light in the window across the street. Hmmm, a bedroom window...a woman's bedroom window. DOH! So what did I do? I continued to work of course. Is it my fault that my monitor is facing the window? Well, all I will say is that I enjoyed watching her slip into something 'a little more comfortable'.

(Kind of gives new meaning to 'hard at work or working hard, doesn't it?)

It's just not fair. I think I may have to find a way to meet her. Would it be too forward if I put a sign in my window tonight when she comes home?

Hmmm, now my little voyeuristic exhibitionist mind is racing. ;)

This is on the appetizer menu. I will soon post from the main menu. ;)

Little Pink Bags

2007-08-27T15:53:00.000-04:00

Ok ladies...why is it that women feel the need to take their lunch to work in little, pink shopping bags? You know the ones I am talking about, dark pink with light pink stripes, or light pink with dark pink stripes (I guess it all depends on your prospective, huh?). This isn't the huge bags that can pack a family of 4 for the weekend. Oh no. These are the bags that skimpy, lace unmentionables can barely fit in.

Do women really need to advertise that they shop at VS? Isn't it bad enough that when they dress, they dress leaving just enough to the imagination? Wearing sun dresses with little to nothing underneath, jeans with just a hint of a thong...cleavage and a shirt open to the button just above 'sexual harrassment'.

why? Why? WHY?

This is on the appetizer menu.

Something unexpected

2007-08-21T17:27:00.000-04:00

I normally think my posts out a day in advance, so this way, I am not sitting here staring at a blank screen when I get the time to post. I am sure you will all agree, it just makes life that much easier.

Well I had my post all thought out and was working on the final details when a friend pops up on my IM. The below portion of the conversation took place 1 hour and 20 minutes into our conversation, and lasted 5 minutes. This post is just about these 5 minutes, even though the total conversation was 2 hrs and 20 minutes.

I am posting this as she took me completly by surprise. I never expected this, and that is what made the conversation special.

Her name has been changed, obviously, and it will never be revealed. The rest of the conversation has been unchanged.

Her: just...being cautious in what I respond with.
that is all.
~wink~
me: LoL
ok...why
Her: no reason.
just....idk, lol. treading lightly.
you excite me.
this excites me.
me: well nothing has been said that cant be forgotten
Her: talking to you is fun and exciting.
me: well..throw THAT out the window
Her: lol!
why is THAT?!
me: how can that be forgotten
your statement
Her: lol.
I strive to NOT be forgotten ;)
who wants to be forgettable?!?!~
me: you wont be
Her: things are fun right now.
I LIKE this.
You know?
me: yes...very much so
you read my thoughts daily
Her: ah.
me: then you say i excite you
this excites you
you KNOW what u r doing
and you do it well
Her: ...at being a temptress?
lol
i'm teasing btw
me: i know
with the temptress comment or everythng else?
i told you what tease was
Her: I was teasing about thinking I was a temptress.
not about the rest.
the rest I was serious about.
meant
what will you do if I only AM a tease?!
(did I just say that?!!?)
yikes
me: LoL
Well...until you come here or I go to there, one calls the other on the phone, I guess we are both just a tease. And I will enjoy every second of it
Her: me too.
thoroughly.
me: I would rather have a tease for a friend, than nothing
Her: hmm...true. me to.
too.
and I meant what I said. I DO enjoy 'this'

This is on the aperitif menu.

Scents

2007-08-20T17:50:00.000-04:00

I vaguely touched on this topic last week and thought I would add to it...since I did promise it to you.

There is so much about the female body that is erotic. There is even more that we, as a society, do to accentuate the eroticisim of the female form. We dress her in smooth silk, delicate lace or soft cotton. We ask her to wear form fitting or free flowing dresses or pants, short or long. Bare her shoulders, her back or her mid-drif and legs. We never stop asking...and they never stop giving. We ask them to wear make-up and perfume.

Perfume.

There seems to be an endless supply of countless scents. Sweet and subtle, musky and apparent. Some scents interact well with some women and others...not so well. You know what I mean, you understand what I am saying. Let's think back to when you thought it smelled good in the store, got home, put it on and, "Holy Crap - I smell like Peppy Le Pew!", and there it sat, probably still sits, on your dresser. (For the record, throw that crap out!)

Now how about that scent that you just can't keep around because it smells so good and you are always running out. Yeah, that is the one that I am talking about. The one that no matter what you do, reminds you of that time, of every time, makes you want more and more.

That is what I experienced last week. Walking behind a woman, all I could think of was sex. Well it was her and the perfume together that caused my mind to wander. She was attractive, but smelled, oh so good. But was it her looks? No it was her scent, her perfume. It was so sweet and just brought back all those wonderful memories. Hell, she could have been born in the ugly tree, hit every branch on the way down, and her scent would have still turned me on.

She wears it on her neck, her wrists, under her ear and spritzed on her chest. All the right places for association, to remember her and the pleasure she gives.

And that brings me to this;

I love (as I do about everything concerning women) their scent, sans perfume. I like to think of the time when my lover's scent fills the room and my nostrils. I like to think I can remember the scent of each lover I have been with.

I like to close my eyes, inhale deeply and slowly - thinking back to the moment, just as she is reaching the height of her orgasm, her juices flowing - over my fingers, my tongue or her thighs and ass, my cock is wet and glistening. I can smell her even now, days, months or even years later.

Each lover is special. Each lover is distinct. Her scent triggers me, sends me over the edge.

But it is that man-made scent, perfume, that triggers the memories.

This is on the appetizer menu.

Lost in Transition

2007-08-20T08:38:00.000-04:00

I want to apologize for not posting, but I have suddenly taken on more responsibility at work, and I have been going through a transition. Now that the transition is almost over, I will be returning to posting shortly. I have a few ideas running through my head, now I just need to get them translated into 1's and 0's. Yeah, I'm a geek, but you also knew what that joke meant, AND you laughed.

Check back shortly...

Scents

2007-08-14T08:23:00.000-04:00

I was walking to where I had to go this morning and the lady in front of me, about 15 feet in front of me, was wearing this incredible perfume. This gave me an idea for this mornings post.

The perfume she was wearing was phenomenal. It had a sweet scent and lingered after she left. Even now I can still remember the smell, 2 hours later. I am just having trouble describing it.

Its amazing how a smell can trigger the memory.

Aaah, look at the time. I have a meeting already and need to leave, but my friends, I shall return to finish this post.

Just think about scents, perfumes and sex and how they all tie together nicely.

Putting it out there.

2007-08-13T17:41:00.000-04:00

I need to get laid!

There I have said it.

It has been too long since I have had sex, and August is going to put me over the edge. The dog days of summer are here, and the women are wearing less and less these days.

I can't even recall the last time I had sex - that is how long it has been.

God help the woman that I succumb to.

I want her to "forget" to wear panties. I want her to tell me she forgot.

I want to open my email and smile. I want her to send me pictures, erotic pictures. Erotic and full of sexual tension.

I want her to describe how she touches herself, whispering it over the phone, while bringing herself close orgasm.
I want to hear her, as I stroke my cock for her.

I want to watch her touch herself, while I kneel between her legs. One hand on my cock, the other on her thigh. I don't want her to cum - yet. She will cum when I say she is ready.

I want to lick her fingers and taste her sweet nectar. I want her to bring her toys. I want to blindfold her. I want her body to ache to be touched. I want her wet with anticipation and desire. I want my cock to ache with the need to be inside her.

I want to run my fingers across her lips. Across her nipples. Over her ass. I want my fingers deep inside her. I want her on her knees, over my tongue. Hands on her ass, pulling her onto me.
I want to kneel behind her and to taste her. I want her to feel the hardness of my cock against her soft and tender flesh. Her hips moving as if they have their own mind. I want her scent to fill my nostrils, her aroma to fill the room, her taste to linger on my lips.

I am almost ready to let her cum.

I hope she can stand it, 'cause I have just started.

Legs, the Post

2007-08-10T12:11:00.000-04:00

I recently had to do a lot of walking, and I mean A LOT, around my big city. Thank god it is summer, I hate walking in the cold – there is no way to get lost in a fantasy when everything is covered up, and 20 blocks becomes almost unbearable. Well, unless it is Fall or early Spring, but you have to wait for those seasons for those stories – just a teaser Gauchos and boots! I can’t keep my mind in the here and now thanks to that teaser…

Anyway, back to the post.

Thank god the women seemed to be walking as much as me, and for some reason, always in front of me. That was probably due to some clever maneuvering on my part though, and not their wanting to be followed. Well, that is when I thought back to this post, and thought I would elaborate on it. This is what has me all a flutter today.

There is something about the way a beautiful shoe defines a woman’s leg. Beautiful shoes = heels, in my mind. The line of a good shoe should flow into the woman’s ankle and cause her calf to appear tight and defined and continue up to her thigh and ass, but a good shoe doesn’t make the leg, the leg ultimately makes the shoe. In my opinion there is nothing as beautiful as a defined leg. I am a leg man, not to the point of fetish, and believe the rest just falls into place.

I enjoy feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingers with the smooth, soft skin, covering those tight muscles. I like watching her muscles flex as she walks hurriedly across the street, calf and thigh working together – calf heads flexed, the line between thigh and hamstring visible, I can only imagine how tight her ass must be at that moment.

Laying between her legs, her muscles are relaxed, soft and pliable under my fingers. I feel her tense slightly as my hand works its way up from her calf, behind her knee, up the back of her thigh and to her ass. Soft skin, strong muscles. My tongue on the inside of her calf, up to her knee. Above her knee, on the inside of her thigh. Here is the sweet spot of her leg, right where the thigh meets her hip. As I gently nibble, lick and suck on this delightful crease, I can feel her legs start to tighten in anticipation. She lifts her hips towards my mouth. No longer pliable under my fingers, I enjoy the striking disparity between her soft flesh and rigid muscles. It is odd to feel something so strong and yet so soft.

I like to feel the strength of her legs as she wraps them around me. Just the thought of feeling the strength of her muscles on my back, on my thighs or even on the back of my neck, pushes me to prolong my release, and keeps me on the edge.

I think about how her muscles must feel as she is pushed closer to orgasm and then how they relax as I gently pull her away from the coveted finish. Teasingly, closer again, yet denied again – her legs continue to tighten, but relax less, just like her sex. Soon her entire body will beg for release and this will be vocalized. She will moan and beg. She will say she can’t take it any more. This will come from her calves, thighs, ass and her sex. All muscles will scream in unison to cum. Legs so tense, they shake, uncontrollably and this is where I want her. It is only when she is here that I will let her cum.

Look at these pictures. These legs define exactly what I am talking about. I have asked permission to use these photos as this is what drove me to this post, even though there were numerous legs to look at my mind kept coming back to these legs. These legs belong to a Blue-Eyed Vixen and to appreciate her fully, you should stop by her blog. She gave me the strength to walk miles yesterday and has earned a special place right here *thumping my chest* with her legs.

Thank you for sharing sweetie. ;)

I was thirsty all day.

Legs

2007-08-10T08:26:00.000-04:00

I am trying to coordinate this post with some pictures. As soon as I find the right pictures, I will post.

I will let you know what led to this post.

I had to do A LOT of walking over the last two days in my big city as did everyone else for some odd reason. So as I walked I observed and wrote this post in my head. I can't wait to get it posted!

Stay tuned.

;)

Voyeur / Exhibitionist

2007-08-07T23:36:00.001-04:00

I love watching the trailers at IFeelMyself. These women are at the very point I have written about. They are killing me.

I wonder, would I have what it takes to submit a video of myself?

Hmmmm, I don't know, but the thought is arousing.

Soon...

2007-08-07T11:34:00.000-04:00

un·bri·dled - not controlled or restrained

de·sire - a longing or craving, as for something that brings satisfaction or enjoyment

Those words, separately, are very descriptive. They both fill the mind with different images.

When I read unbridled, I think of something out of control; a car, an animal, or even a person. When I read desire; I think of a strong feeling of want. But it is a deeper feeling than can be easily explained.

Together the words are unbelievably descriptive and powerful.

I have a desire. When the time is right, that desire becomes unbridled - sometimes willingly, sometimes unwillingly. More often than not, it is unwillingly. When it is unwillingly released, the pleasure is very intense, almost like a drug and makes me come back for more.

I want to know all about her. Each and every 'her', as they are all unique and exciting to explore.

I want to know it all. Her likes and dislikes.

Nape of the neck kisses, or running my tongue down the line of her jaw, as she tilts her chin up and to the side, under the ear and to her shoulder. Fingers entwined in her hair or hair pulled. Nipples licked, bitten or sucked. Tongue on her breasts, belly or thighs. Hands on her shoulders, hips, ass or legs. Gentle caressing or strong squeezing and kneading - or both. Takes control or like to relinquish control. I want to know her deepest, darkest desires. I want her to enjoy telling me. I want her to take pleasure from losing control.

There is so much pleasure that can be gained by being attentive. I, personally, gain greater pleasure knowing that I am the reason her panties become moist. That she, either willingly or unwillingly, touches herself under her desk at work when she reads my IMs. That she will loose all inhibitions with me.

I am thirsty.

I have a desire.

And soon it will be unbridled.

Only 5 times

2007-08-06T10:43:00.000-04:00

Yes you have read the title correct. Five times since January 1, 2007. Now you know the reason my eyes wander and my mind races. I have an unbearable urge that needs to be addressed.

I need to hear a woman cum. To hear her breathing change from normal and consistent to shallow, rapid, and broken. Broken by the sound of her moans. Broken by the sound of her tongue licking her lips. Broken by the sucking sound she makes as she tastes herself. Broken by her voice laboring, between gasps for air, as she explains to me what she is doing, how she feels, how wet she is.

I need to see her cum. Not cumming for me, but for herself, I just want to be lucky enough to watch it. I absolutely adore how a woman's lips part as she is pleasuring herself, how her lips dry from breathing through her mouth, and how she licks her lips to moisten then, and then bites on her lower lip as she gets close to cumming. She tilts her head back, exposing the sweet spot on her neck, just between her shoulder and jawbone, below the ear.

Then, as she loses herself to the pleasure, she unconsciously opens her legs, slowly, to ensure she can have unrestricted access. As her legs open, one is sure to bend at the knee, opening herself up even more to allow her fingers free reign.

I want to see the look in her eyes as she slowly rubs herself and then gently pushes a finger into her pussy, quickly followed by a second. I want to see the moisture on her fingers. I want to learn what it takes to push her over the edge. I want her to show me how to push her over the edge.

There really is nothing as beautiful as a woman laying before you, in the throes of passion, allowing the orgasms to roll through her body, as she pleasures herself. Her scent filling the room the room. Her body slick from sweat and her sweet wetness.

She could feel vulnerable laying there, exposed physically and mentally, but she welcomes the feeling of security that comes with being watched, knowing that what is to follow will far surpass the pleasure she just experienced.

This. Is what I crave. This. Is what I need.

I need to go for a long walk for lunch...

The Thirst

2007-08-02T12:10:00.001-04:00

I feel like I am stranded on a desert island, surrounded by undrinkable water...I can feel the thirst working its way through my body.

It starts at my eyes and works itself inside my mind.

I see things I want, but can not have. I fantasize about these things I can not have and soon the eyes, the mind will drive the body.

It has already started. Longer walks at lunch. Eyes darting, head turning. Soon enough, my walk for lunch will turn into a need to satisfy a thirst, not a hunger.

From the eyes and mind the thirst will travel, travel to all parts of my body. Next to my feet...yes, my feet will make me walk in directions unplanned. Like a tuning fork finds water, my feet will lead me to trouble.

To my mouth. The thirst has caused my jaw to become slack. I have been known to stand there with my mouth ajar, hoping it helps to quench this thirst, hoping it is not noticable.

Eventually, the thirst will reach me where it is no longer containable...and i will reach out.

Why I wander...

2007-08-01T11:31:00.001-04:00

I love this weather, the warmth, the sun on my face. I am not really a cold person, cold makes me miserable, but oh well.

I love the dresses the women wear now-a-days. You know the ones, the clingy, thin material, with the opening by her leg, that goes up to her waist or higher...or so it seems. I love that they know that the sun makes them almost transparent. I love how they make sure they walk in the sun, and they know...they know, you can't tell me they don't.

I guess this is why I dislike the cold, can't see shit in winter coats and jeans. I do like a woman in a nice pair of jeans, how they hug her ass. They just don't compare to an ass framed by a thong.

I have spent countless hours wandering this summer. Walking to no place in particular, just enjoying the beauty the summer brings - imagining, fantasizing, hoping...*sigh*

Fantasy and hope to follow...

Oh BTW...that dress with heels...OH.MY.GOD.

'nough said.

I lost my train of thought...

2007-07-26T08:44:00.000-04:00

I must say, time has not been kind to me, there just isn't enough of it to do all that I want. So I had to sacrifice something and it was a post or two here. I apologize. So where was I?

I have lost my train of thought so lets see what comes up.

I have a few friends that I have met through the 'net. We have chatted. We have exchanged pictures and fantasies. We have cyber'd. We have cum together on the phone. We have fucked.

I look forward to seeing an email from them in my inbox, or to see their name in gmail. I truly enjoy knowing that my words can excite them. Can drive them to a secluded place. Can make them do things they normally wouldn't do - at work, in a car or even at home.

I like that my words, written words, can push the buttons, can push them to their limits and then through them. I enjoy that they have let their limits expand, it takes just a little bit more each time to get them to the edge. But each time when they are at the edge...the request of a phone call puts them over...and they know it will, so they call.

And to their credit...my limits have expanded as well.

The Beginning of the End

2007-07-18T07:54:00.000-04:00

I have never thought of myself as anything other than ordinary.

I remember there was a time a couoldn't get laid with a fistful of $100s in a whorehouse. Seriously. There are times in my life that I went without a girlfriend, fuck buddy, or even getting laid. Oh, trust me, I am not exaggerating.

Then one day, I couldn't keep the women at bay. I think I came to a self realization that women enjoyed being with me, that I was fun and really not that hard on the eyes. I am not sure what did it, but god am I glad it happened.

I think one morning I woke up and realized not all women want to be in a relationship, there are actually women out there that don't care if you are in a relationship and there are women out there that want to be in multiple relationships.

I was fucking everyone that crossed my path. I was truly sowing my oats and having fun doing it. I went from not counting the women, due to there being only two, to losing track of how many women. Recently I have taken the time to recall each and every woman that I had been with. Sadly, there is a name or two I have forgotten. I am quite disappointed in myself, no one deserves to be forgotten like that. I remember the where, the how, even what she liked/disliked, but names - they escape me. To you ladies, I apologize.

Now that this box, pun intended, has been opened I find it is impossible to close.

For the record, I still think of myself as nothing more than ordinary.

Trying to Catch Up

2007-07-13T14:50:00.001-04:00

I am back, but now I need to find the time I lost while on vacation. Between work and all this blog reading, I need to find the time to post. Hopefully, I will be able to get back here today to post something...anything...so you have something to look forward to come Monday.

Et, cela t'a fait quinze minutes pour moi, merci. Juste faites-toi savoir, je ne savent pas vraiment cette langue. Merci Word

Vacation

2007-07-06T15:35:00.000-04:00

Since I have noticed that there are now a few readers here, I would like to let you know that I will be taking a few days off, 5 to be exact. I am only telling you as I don't want to lose the few readers I have.

I have a couple of posts that I am working out, to better help you understand my plight. I will post them when I return. I hope to see you back here.

:)

Rhetorical Question

2007-07-03T15:48:00.000-04:00

I really love when a woman wears sexy things. They don't need to be made of silk or satin or even lace, just visually appealing. You know exactly what I mean. I ribbon here, a little lace there...just not white cotton grannie panties.

How about when a woman wears a sun dress or a dress that becomes transparent when the sun hits it just right, and you notice she is wearing a thong? (That is sexy to me.) I have aften walked blocks out of my way because of a dress like that. Ladies, is this worn on purpose or is it just one horny guy seeing something he shouldn't be looking at?

I love seeing a woman's ass framed in a thong, or hugged snuggly with some lace. How about boy shorts, or tongas, or thigh highs and garters? Teddies? Camisoles? Satin shorts and top? All very sexy.

I like when a woman, wearing satin or silk becomes aroused. Her nipples strain to push through the material, becoming harder as the material brushes against her or when she is wearing satin panties and you can see the moisture on the material.

I enjoy watching her walking about the room, the camisole ending 'right there', exposing an ever so cute ass, which just begs to be touched.

If you are told all of this, if you are told how beautiful you are, if you are asked to wear this, would you? If it was purchased for you, would you wear it?

OR

Would you throw yours in the trash?

Is it me?

2007-07-02T10:23:00.001-04:00

I have spent numerous hours in front of the monitor, of course when I should be working, surfing the blog-o-sphere in search of the answer. I have yet to find it, anywhere.

I have searched high and low for a blog, written by a woman with a sex drive that is in park. I haven't found it. Do you think there is one out there?

As I typed the above comment/question, I just realized I may have found the blog I was looking for. It may be every blog out there that is about extra-martial activities. If these women are playing else where, are their husbands at home thinking the same thing as me, "Why is her sex drive in park?"

Not the post I had intended today...may be a second post later today.

A Start...

2007-06-28T15:04:00.000-04:00

If I sound tenative about posting I am. I am not sure where to start, or even how to start. I guess I can just dive right in.

As I have stated, my hormones seem to be in overdrive, they have been like this for some time now. The sad part is, my other half seems to either be in park or just asleep at the wheel. Not good for someone that would have sex on a daily basis, never mind how many times a day.

I have tried to satisfy this 'thirst' myself, but that only works for so long. I have sat in front of a webcam, I have talked on the phone, and I have even cybered...but none of it is the same as feeling the warm, supple, velvety smooth flesh of a woman. There is no way to inhale their intoxicating scent over telephone lines or to feel the warm, sweet stickiness that accompanies their aroma.

I feel I am forever doomed to be at the mercy of this 'thirst'.

Difficult to post

2007-06-26T14:02:00.000-04:00

I started this blog two months ago and I often sit in front of the monitor wondering what to write and how to write it. I have lurked at, and linked, numerous blogs that I have found interesting, either in the style of writing, the lives that are being lived, or just the erotic stories.

To those of you that have stopped by every once and a while, thanks for continuing to come through here. Now that summer is here and the sights are wonderful, and my god are they beautiful, hopefully I will have the time and drive to write something.

A Woman in Heels

2007-04-04T16:46:00.000-04:00

Click...click...click...click - The distinct sound of a woman walking in heels...across concrete, wood, marble or tile. So as to not be so obvious, I must always fight the urge to instantly turn my head in the direction of the sound.

I love the sight of a woman in heels. There is something very elegant about the way the heel tightens her calves as she is pushed onto her toes. Not every woman can wear heels, but those that do, exude confidence and oozes sex. This may not be her intention, but it is my perception. You don't wear 5" heels to work unless you want to draw attention to your legs.

So to all the ladies that like this attention, thank you for being so confident.

Now, if you are wearing the heels, do you dress just as sexy underneath?

Being Anonamous

2007-04-02T10:57:00.000-04:00

I have started and built numerous relationships over the internet. Being anonamous allows one to confide, very easily, in another person, your deepest and sometimes darkest, sexual needs and wants. This is a two way street, for as much as it allows them to confide in me, it allows me the same privelege.

We all have secrets, we all have desires -- have you had the opportunity to feel the excitement of telling someone those secrets and desires? Someone you only know through their typed words and a few email correspondences?

It's exciting, it gets the blood flowing and eventually makes for an interesting phone call...which sometimes leads to an even better meeting.

Split Second Review

2007-03-30T14:03:00.000-04:00

There are numerous things that draw my attention to a woman and it all depends upon how far she is from me.

If she is too far to distinguish facial features, then I can look at the whole woman at one time. In an instant my mind has registered the following;

1. Height
2. Hair Color
3. Outfit
4. Walk
5. Body

It may seem obvious that this is the whole woman, but it amazes me how quickly the mind looks over the woman and decides her appeal. It doesn't matter to me if she is tall or short, it is just a tool to judge the unspoken possibilities. If a woman is in the distance, the lighter the hair color, the quicker I am to notice her, light on a dark background if you will. Her walk and body kind of go together, you can not notice one and not the other. I love a woman that carries herself with confidence, but not arrogance...there is a difference. When she walks, how does her body move? Is it natural or forced? Is there a posture change if she knows she is being watched? Hard to explain, but I think you know what I mean. Then the icing on the cake is the outfit. I don't mean is it expensive or designer or just out of style. No. I am looking to see that the woman knows how to accentuate what she has. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as she looks good in it and it fits.

When she is close and I can not give her the "once over" all in a single glance, the first thing I look at are her eyes; blue, green, brown, hazel - each color is beautiful in it own unique way. As my eyes leave her face, I have noticed that my eyes wander immediately to her left hand. I have an unconscious desire to know her status - married, engaged, single - and I don't know why, and don't think it matters. Lately, though, this is the second thing I look at. Once I have established eye color and status, I continue to let my eyes take in her beauty.

Don't miss understand this as gawking, please. I try to consume her beauty as unassuming as possible. I would hate to offend a woman or make her uncomfortable. If, by some chance, our eyes meet, I will give smile and continue on my way.

Question is, was she doing the same thing I was?

About Me

2007-03-29T16:36:00.000-04:00

You may read that description and think I am an obsessed weirdo, but I am not. I am just a normal male that has a strong desire for the feel of a woman.

Most men have this same desire, you say, so why am I blogging about it? Because I am married, living in suburbia, with a family. I have a sex drive that is in overdrive, and a wife that is in park.
This will be a place for me to talk to myself, and those that stumble in here, about this thirst...and how I keep it at bay and how I succumb to the urges.

I may ramble, I may dicuss events in no particular order, and I may not make any sense to you, but this is for me, you are just here for the ride.