The world turned Grey

I've been running like mad for several weeks, so crazy as a matter of fact, poor starfish had to take up the slack on doing things for the upcoming party. 
For the first time, we sat back and watched tv "together" in a Grey's Anatomy marathon while we both did laundry.

We had different reasons for watching Grey's; My poor TiVo has been running at the brim with multiple episodes of several series I've been running to the point that it was getting full.  She hasn't had a chance to watch it because of her schedule for the most part, but for some reason, felt motivated when I mentioned MY little marathon.

After several hours of doing this (and she also did her share of laundry), she made the comment how we are sad couple of people to be doing this on a Sunday.

The only response I could muster was:

"Simple. It's what we need."

She readily agreed. 
Sometimes we simply get so busy running around in our lives trying to do so much, we just need to breathe.

Excuse me now, I have another load to do.

Traveling plans....

Well, I finally got all relevant travel plans made.

The thing that really gets me is the flying.
I hate flying
Haven't figured out if it's the actual flying or the ordeal one has to go through TO fly.

Either way, it's going to be an anxiety filled time BEFORE the flight for me. The blood pressure will increase as the time gets closer, it will spike briefly when I hear about ANY plane incident/accident, and I would not be surprised if I start having dreams of being in planes.

Unfortunately, this is really the only thing I can share about the trip.
You'd love the potential people showing up.  You can't make this stuff up.

Enoy my drivel update.

Hitting the road....and my 100th post!

Just realized this is the 100th post on this pathetic blog!
With a landmark post, here is a landmark announcement:

I have an opportunity I haven't had in a LOOONG time.

I'm going to take my show on the road (so to speak) by hosting a party in a different part of the country.  Already the various posts are out looking for people.  I'm not going to say where just yet, but I will say that it's not going to be on the East, West, or Southern coasts.
Just saying that in the off chance one of my ten regular readers might be from a particular state I am hosting in.
Since this is a major production, I'm going to call this show the "Glands across America" show.
Yeah. It's lame, but so am I.

You'll get more details soon, I promise!

Shopping List

I need to replace the bag that I lost back in August, which represented a serious loss ropes, dildos, lubes, plugs, rope, blindfolds, clothespins, a couple of clamps, two paddles (rarely used them), and assorted items.

There has been an unexpected development, which I will share with you in the future, that necessitated for me to hurry up and replace items that can be easily transported and it won't be TOO heavy.

This is my "To do" list on what to buy:

A pair of nipple clamps.
1 Dildo with suction cup.
1 Ordinary Dildo.
1 Vibrator/ing Dildo.
2 anal plugs.
1 Ball gag.
Assorted foot and hand restraints.
50 ft of nylon rope.
1 pussy hand pump   Check!

1 clit hand pump.
1 (2?) nipple pump(s).
Several to be named medical equipments.


So far, I think this is going to weight about 25 lbs...maybe 30.
Give or take, it looks like I will be hitting every leather shop and adult bookstore in the city.  I hate buying toys online, I like to hold the item. :)
I'm hoping that this will be able to be "travel friendly" if I take away a few items for flying, but I doubt it.
Anyone has any suggestions for this?

I'm also open to toy suggestions as well. :)

Puppy love poll

The poll itself was quite intriguing in its results.

I do it regularly!	4 (12%)
I've done it once.	3 (9%)
I've Fantasized about it, and might do it.	1 (3%)
I've fantasized about it, but I'll never do it.	2 (6%)
I'm okay with it and I'll watch or participate.	2 (6%)
I'm okay, but I'd never watch.	0 (0%)
If you're okay with it, fine, but not for me.	5 (15%)
No. I don't think so.	16 (48%)

I'm not entirely sure how accurate the poll is compared to the email I got, but the difference isn't that far apart.
But I would not mind hearing from the those that might be inclined to participate.
Strictly to compare notes, of course.

Blossom...

As I explained in my other post, there were no appealing people for THAT side of my life.

However, one of the caught my eye of sorts.

Blossom.
She came with almost as much baggage as I have, but is on the verge, I feel; of going over the edge in her sexual discovery.
It was as though she went through the blog like a sponge and emailed me questions like an overanxious child who finally realized what "2 Plus 2" is and wanted to know what the other possibilities were and go straight to Theoretical physics.
Sometime during our conversations, she commented that the ONLY sex she had was either vaginally (through various position), oral sex, and a little public exhibition.  I was stunned.


We even had a bit of cybersex, I feel a dawning is definitely on the way.
Her innocent (?) dip in the pool seems to me that the pool is enveloping her.

There is no real opportunity of dating, but might be good for some interesting conversations.

My first: Rough Sex

Back when I was 22 (or so), I met a girlfriend "Holly" that I was totally infatuated with. She initiated contact with me after a party and after only a few days started an insanely red hot sexual relationship that would last for a short time.

Several months into the affair, we met at a friends place*, where we all had a great time playing board games and such.
Then said she was going to bed and told us we can leave at anytime.
We snuggled and kissed for a bit and she (as usual) started to do little things that made it clear** that she wanted sex, and the heat was turned up a bit.
Things took a strange twist when she started to resist my undoing her top, so I backed off and continued our hot make out session. Since I loved kissing her, we simply carried on.
A few minutes later, she once again resisted and squirmed out of my embrace.
Concerned***, I asked if she was okay as her demeanor changed.
This cooled things down quite a bit and I left.
Several days later, she told me that she wanted me to take charge and "make her" do things.
This was a bit of a foreign concept for me at the time.
A few days later, we were at it again.
Smooching.
Rubbing.
Oh, Yeah! I love a good smooching session.
It was during this time she looked me in the eye and pushed me away.
I blinked.
Having paused for a moment, I simply went back to smooching her again.
This time, accompanied by a slap to the face and a punch to the chest.

Did I mention she worked out? She knocked the crap outta me!

The conversation we had a few days ago finally went from some theoretical discussion to fact.

Getting closer to her, she was actually putting up a substantial struggle highlighted with a slaps and a few well placed punches.
It was almost approaching a fight, but there was kissing involved.
This was the most surreal moment of my young life.
Bits of her clothing were being torn off until she was nude, complete with marks and bruises.****
As I began pawing at her breasts to suck on them (she had AWESOME nipples...kinda like PTA Mom!), she'd mash my face in them and told me to bite them hard, then pulled me by the hair, slapped me, and then dared me to take it.

WOW!

"You're not enough of a man to take me, are you!?"

THAT set me off and we started to trash my friend's apartment with an ongoing fight that went from one end of the house, to another.
Throughout the episode, I forced my cock in her pussy, where she would surrender for a moment, before she'd kick me off and the fight would resume.
Every time she did this, it would just piss me off even more!

I finally got the remnants of her slacks, and tied her arms together and gagged her.
Believe me, it wasn't easy.

Having bent her over the coffee table I tied her feet to the legs of the table with my shirt (now in several pieces).
STILL struggling, I had to hold her down as I went behind her and pushed my cock in her pussy.
Catching a glimpse of movement behind me, I spotted our friend peeking through the crack in the bedroom door with a big smile on her face. I moved to the side to allow her to see Holly's pussy.
She motioned me to slap it.
Giving it a light hit, I got a reaction from both Holly and my friend.
She motioned that I needed to hit her even harder, and on the clit.
I followed her instructions and after a couple of swats she started having an orgasm. I wanted my orgasm so I continued to fuck her roughly until I came into her. Was about to untie Holly when my friend came out, and motioned to her. I dipped my fingers in Holly's pussy with her juices and my cum intermingled and fed it to our friend's mouth.
She seemed giddy as she ran back into the bedroom.
I just shrugged and untied her.
We were a sight.
Both were bruised, a bit bloody, and we both had scratches.
Our clothing was strewn about the condo and with the exception of my Jeans, they were all torn to shreds.
We walked out of the place an hour later.
I was shirtless with missing a sock,***** SHE only had a towel on.
The few neighbor's that were out that time, just assumed we were going to the pool.
She thanked me for giving her what she wanted.
I asked her if we could tone it down a bit next time, but that it was fun.
She tossed me her towel as she got in to her car and drove off.

All I could do was stand there in stunned silence. This girl constantly amazed me and would show me a few other things as well.


*We were both still living at home at the time and my friend was kind enough to let us use her place. Later on my my/our friend loved hearing us...and more so.
** I wasn't that bright when it came to hints.
*** Never experienced this before, I was thinking of "No means No" and backed off.
****It was at this point that I discovered she was also into S&M, something that I was just getting into at the time.
*****The sock was found a few years later as she moved out.

Me, The Goofball

I'm on the road this week. I just so happen to be in an area that Riv has ties to. He had plans to meet me up here. And where is he? Not here. :(

So here I am in Northwest Wisconsin with nothing to do. Maybe I'll stop in a porn shop. I can't throw a stone without hitting one around here. I could always use a new toy or 3.

Is there anybody around here? It's kinda quiet around here!

And they call it "Puppy Love?"

I figure considering I have...maybe, 10 readers, I can get some useful data.
I've been getting all sorts of email since I released my "List".  Quite a few asked me if I was into this or that.
While I responded accordingly, One email in particular through me off:

"Do you also happen to be into Bestiality?"

I sat there dumbfounded as I reread the letter a couple of times to assure myself that I wasn't imagining it.  Wondering if this was some sort of prank, I responded that while *I* wouldn't be sexually involved with an animal, I admitted to having seen movies of such. She seemed a bit disappointed and later confessed that she has had allowed her dog to give her oral on a fairly consistent basis.  We continued the convo for a bit going down a list of other potential kinks we might share.

When I asked a few of ladies/readers/bloggers I know, quite a few confessed that they had some fascination with it.  Several admitted they read erotica about it in the past and has been a fantasy of theirs.  The some others would like to try having a dog do oral, but that would be as far as it would go.  The rest simply had no desire and thought it was disgusting.

While I'm not a judgmental person when it comes to one's sexual kink is, I've been rather curious as to how common it is...
What finally got me to post this is that I saw this mentioned on another blog as well. So I figure I'd open a dialogue about it and other topics as well.
You can either email, Comment, poll, or all three.

The List

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Poll! and an update.

I got nothing going on at the moment, but I'd thought I'd add a poll for a bit of curiousity.

The only option I've put on there is "watching", the "participation" thing would have been too much of a pain, but if you want you can comment on it.

If there are any other variations you'd see/participate in, then feel free to let me know.

Additionally, I'm have another party in the works, but instead of the Bi-Party, I might throw together another gangbang for an out of towner coming in on business.

Yeah, I know.  I'm charitable that way.  :)

Don't know when to shut up? Fine.

Since I started this little project a few months ago, you can imagine some of the weird emails I had to pour over.  While a few were rather suspicious and cynical about the party and my motivations behind it; they will usually give it a leap of faith and agree to come.  I still expect a 50% turnout as far as the men goes.

One of the guys that was scheduled to come started hounding me after one of the initial emails was sent out started hounding me a bit.

Now, this requires a little going back in time, so indulge me.

Initially he was stoked, he seemed like a nice guy, didn't seem full of himself and then came the kicker:

"Do you have a pic of the girl?"
WTF?
"I don't really have one."  I am not about to hand out pictures of other people willy nilly.
"Well, I was curious on what she looked like."  Fair enough of a question, but I thought I'd head it off a bit.
"She's a BBW. Is that a problem for you?."  Which was true.  He was getting laid, wasn't that enough?
 "Well, no.  I was just curious." 
"If it's that important to you, then perhaps you should look elsewhere for fun."  I was getting a bit peeved, he apologized and I had to go.

I generally blew off the conversation and didn't think much about it.  That is, until the final emails were sent yesterday when my phone started buzzing:

"Hey, did you ever get those pics?"
Trying to remember, it occured to me I never agreed to pics.
"Umm...no.  I didn't think that was important."
"Well, are they black, white? What?"
I stare at the phone in this yokel, slack-jawed look that I give from time to time.
"You know, maybe this party isn't right for you."  I gave up.
"No, I was just curious."

I ignored it and blocked his ID from my phone.

You're getting laid, the girl is going to meet you unseen (We're thinking of a blindfolded scenario), and in a room *I* am paying for?  Fuck off.

Another Darwin survivor was one that seemed intelligent enough, he was articulate, but somehow simply couldn't find it in himself to simply send a torso pic.   That's all that was really need.

Nope. wouldn't send it. Period.

Screw him too.

I mean, men are lucky to get laid at all, in life.  They have a chance to get the anonymous sex that is practically offered on a silver plate and they SUDDENLY get picky?

Sorta' like a man out in the desert getting picky about the water because he's not sure if its Tap, Desani, or Fuji?

I mean, REALLY?

Seperate ways?

I paid a visit with Sharon last week for some fun sex, and apparently, she is having some misgivings since our last adventure.  While our encounter was satisfying, I could tell she was a bit more distracted than usual afterward.  She confessed that she had fun, but that she felt that a line was crossed in her cheating and needed sometime to reflect about her marriage, her sex life, and her life overall. 
Asking what she had in mind, she said she still wants to see me occasionally, but only under the rules we established several months ago.
We agreed that that would be our only means of communication for now unless she initiates it.

"I hope you understand, I really enjoy my time with you." was her response after we agreed to the rules.
"That's okay, and I understand." was my response.  I totally respected where her head was at.
"But, I will leave it up to you if you want it rough or not, I love how you handle me." she said with some hope in her voice.
"Your body is fun to play with, I'll watch for the cock signal." I tenderly nudge her with my hip on my way out the door.
"When you see the signal, I'm always ready for you." she said with a giggle, and with that she gave me a kiss through the car window before hitting the garage button.

For what I suspect is the last time, I backed my car out out of the sleeping neighborhood and into the dark.

Dealing with suspicous minds

One of the biggest pains with putting up ads is dealing with a huge number of emails and sorting through them.

Quite a few of them are dealing with guys who (justifiably) believe I'm a spammer, or someone trying to pull something over on them.   This is usually tempered fairly quickly by simply emailing them back a request for more information.
Some are a bit taken aback when I give them my CL phone number so we could talk at length.  So far I've been able to convince about eight guys that I'm real.

This then deals with another question I deal with, "What do the girls look like?"
I mean. Really?
Typically, I will simply ask if this is important to them, and if a picture is THAT important to them. As is typical; they will usually back off.
It's not enough that they are actually going to have NSA sex with someone they don't know, they decide they want to see if the girl meets their standards? 

Ten guys that know they will get laid, how much you wanna bet MAYBE five will show?

Oh good lord!

A chat with Katy

Had a date this past Sunday that was probably ruined, in no small part, by a massive headache I had, which I believe was a residual symptom of my previous illness and lack of sleep. She lived down to my expectations, so it was no big loss.
Since I was on the west side of town, I pulled into a parking lot to see who was available for a quick visit.  I was living on 3 hrs sleep and a headache, there was a craving for finding a haven to recover from the date and visit some friends on this side of town I don't see very often.
Yeah, I'm talking WAAAAAAY west.
After some friends weren't at home or not available (damn you RODEO!), I spotted Katy online and sent her a quick Text message.
"Hey! How are you?"
"Fine.You?"
"Cool.  Was in your part of town and wanted to know if you want some coffee?"
"I'm comfy, but you're welcome to come over.  Can't do anything, in case you're curious."
"No worries, I have a headache, just visit."
"Okay. Come over. When?"
"15 minutes?"
"You ARE close.  Okay. I'll be ready."
I walk up to her door and am greeted and was greeted by a warm hug.
We are both a little worse for wear;  She was recovering from a massive party she attended the previous night. I sank into a half sitting/laying position on the couch across from hers, we talk about stuff in general.
She asks about KM and I give her the skinny of it and was pleased I didn't fall into a trap that she saw in text message a bit after the breakup.
The conversation was very low pressure and we both liked the casualness of it.  She even tried a little acupressure to see if that would give me a little relief from my throbbing skull.
We eventually talk about a boyfriend she's trying to dump that just isn't her type, eventually the conversation steers to sex.
Turns out a guy she has phone sex with is trying to convince her to get into camming.
Now we never even talked about phone sex before and winds up going about how much she not only ENJOYS it, but how often she does it.  She flips open the phone and counts the number of times she spent listening to guys get off as well as getting orgasms to it.
Six.
In less than 4 hours.
FUCK!
To say I was impressed and somewhat turned on even with my headache.
Switching the conversation back to Camming, I opened a website I used to be involved with a number of years ago and she was hooked after watching a few of the channels.
She was clicking on channel upon channel as she talked about her love of phone sex and watching guys/girls pleasure themselves.  The conversation got rather explicit and I was finding myself with a hard on.
We both made light of it saying that she was horny as well, but couldn't do anything because of mother nature.
I wasn't in the mood for anything, so I told her not to worry about it.
After she told me to watch a particularly attractive woman being quite enthusiastic with an ear of corn, she tentatively reached for my cock.
"You know, if you want I can just watch you, that is if you need some relief."
How can I refuse that offer?
Going into the back room, I stripped and reclined on the bed with her next to me while she laid down next to me.
As I started to stroke my cock, she was commenting on how fascinated she is on watching men masturbate.  She then started talking dirty and wondering about the next party and wanted to know about a party I threw in the past.
I told her about a party I had a couple of years ago, and she was fascinated and asked me a few pointed questions and suggestions for next time.
Having a common past experience from a series of parties (I might blog about that in the future) we attended, and discussed how wild that era was, along with her fondness of multiple men.
I felt myself building up to an orgasm, and she took over and proceed to swallow everything that I had.
After a few more minutes, we got up and dressed.
"Feel better?"
"Much. Thanks." was my only reply.
We went back to the living room and talked like nothing happened and talked some more.
After watching more TV (Keeping up with the Kardishians....ew), she gave me some more aspirin and I bid her a good night.
Deciding that we perhaps would go out for a date in the future, I promised we would.

Edit:
Corrected and added a bunch of stuff from the drug induced haze I was in.

A Burger, Cock and fries..

"So do you hold these often?" a voice said over the phone.
"Occasionally..." as I responded...
Ah....bluetooth ear pieces are awesome.

You can drive around without having to have your phone up against your head.

I interrupt our conversation;
"Hey, I'm going to grab something to eat, so I won't be able to respond to what you're saying, but keep going."
She was talking about things she's done in the past.
"Ooo..I can talk dirty and you can't say anything?"
"Yeh."  Oh shit.
I walk into my little fast food place and stand in line while she says some VERY naughty things with my only response being, "That sounds interesting."
The fact that there is obviously a crowd around it makes her sound more wicked and adjust the conversation accordingly.
"Don't you wish I was right there next to you, so you can casually finger my pussy and see if someone notices?"
My erection which was manageable was starting to get a bit more uncomfortable...
"That does sound like fun. Should we do that sometime?" was my deadpan answer.
"Or maybe I could just stand in front of you and rub my ass against your hard cock."

With great effort, I walk up to the large black woman who was the cashier, and make my order.

"Hi! I want a #5 and a large cock and curly fries, please."


The waves of laughter that I heard from my ear clued me in as I slowly understood what I had just said.
 Her response was priceless as she broke out into a smile;
"So would I, sweetie, but wouldn't you prefer a large coke instead?"

"Umm...yes, please."

"You got it, Darlin'!  Sorry I can't help you with the other thing, but I think you already have one." she said gesturing to my quickly shrinking erection with a glance of her eyes.

"She's a bold one!" my ear said gasping.  Still recovering from the laughter.
"I gotta go and eat.  Talk to you later."
"You need to call me when you about to order dinner again."
"BYE!"

As I sat there eating, I heard more and more laughter coming from the kitchen with the mostly female staff trying to get a peek at me with the original cashier just waved at me.
It was a VERY long lunch break.

Mourning a blog

There are many blogs out there that are posted/written on a daily basis.
Some are enlightening, thought provoking, titillating, silly, and just plain touching.

To be honest, many of the blogs that I read are of the sexual nauture, mostly because I relate to many of them in many ways.  While the sexual blogs are a fun read, I like to be able to know what goes on that may not contain any sexual connotations what-so-ever.  It's good to read as to how people reason on the things they do.

We (Sexual bloggers) aren't merely a collection of vaginas and cocks, but of people that are simply more sexually open than others in society.

Some bloggers disappear for a variety of reasons; most have simply stopped writing or deleted their blogs without giving due notice as to why they chosen to stop.

So I'd like to point out a blog that I've been watching for a considerable amount of time.  It shows the journey of a woman who's sexual appetite dictated her actions;  at least, that is how *I* interpreted it.
Over the past year she has gone down a bit of a spiral and wrote her final post to a blog that she intends to delete.

I'd like to recommend this site because its an interesting road that she has traveled, and I urge you to read this blog before its gone forever.

Sexy Horny

One, Two, Threesome!

Well, over the past couple of weeks, I had put up a couple of ads on CraigsList looking for someone interested in a Threesome.
What?  Another threesome?
Yeah, I'm weird that way. Sorry.
After sorting through the spam and flakes, I got two responses that seemed Genuine: Lumens and Shygirl.
Lumens hasn't gotten further than the email stage but seems anxious  Whatever.
Shygirl sent some photos and, once again, she used BBW to describe herself, when in reality, she just had a little extra weight.  I REALLY hate that description., but I'll leave it be.
She started calling my CL phone after only a few emails.   She was a bit quiet and can almost hear the phone shaking.
I start off with some light banter, make a snotty remark about New Year's Eve, and such.
Eventually she started opening up a bit and started asking me questions that everyone seems to ask.
"Why are you doing this?" She finally found her voice.
"Because it's fun!"  It's true, why lie?
"Well, I kinda' figured that, I don't know why I asked."
"Maybe you wanted to see how unoriginal I can be.  Did I live down to it?"
"Yes you did."
"Case settled."
She was curious on when it can be done and I said let's do a meet and greet to put her at ease and show that I'm not a psycho, and that way she can walk away while she still has her clothes on.
Don't ask.  Old story.
We set a meeting on Friday (Later today) at 4pm. Since it's close to where "Pat" lives,   If things work out, we can have a threesome by the end of next week!
Of course, it'll depend on how things work out tomorrow.

Yes, Virgina, there are girls on CL!

I'm not entirely sure how to write this post, so it may seem less intelligible and more meandering than usual.

A few days ago, A gentlemen made a post surveying several men and their success on CL and what became of it. It seems that the men have been having a horrendous time having any success at meeting women that are desirable.

The Data used was very suspect as it was listed as so:


I received 52 different replies to my original post. Out of the 52, only 5 men reported to have actually met normal/attractive women or had good results from CL.


Here are some of the common comments from the other 47 men who replied and have not had any luck yet:

I emailed the guy and questioned his results and decided to put up similar a similar post that I targeted towards women that went something like this:

Have you responded to an ad?:
Were you able to continue the relationship until meeting? and did it continue from the initial meeting?
Did you stop responding to the person you answered the ad for? And why and after how many emails?
Did he stop responding to emails?
Was a photo sent initially?
What kind of photo was sent, (Portrait, crop from family, self portrait, etc) and was it a torso, facial, bikini, etc?
If you put up an ad, please answer the same questions as above.
What was the initial form of contact? Phone call? Meet at Starbucks? Restaurant?
After the initial meeting, what was the conclusion of the meeting?
Relationship, open relationship, dating, sexual only? 

I gotten quite a few responses (of which I'll eventually post), but one of which I got from an intriguing lady who said that has more to discuss than can be covered in a simple letter.

After some initial texts, she finally called and had a most fascinating conversation:
She had been on CL for at least 2 years and answered quite a few ads of a sexual nature, including, threesomes, spankings, and rough sex.

After another date (Eh), I texted her if she was up for that beer.   She sent back that she was more than ready that her date turned out to be a dud and was itching to get away.   I was at a small bar in the heights and she arrived shortly after.   She was a very attractive woman, with long flowing black hair and a sweater that showed quite a bit of cleavage.
I wasn't there to flirt, but simply get info and boy, did she provide it for me! 
She spun a tale of a number of men that she met over the past few years, how she vetted the men along several levels from the initial letters, phones calls, meetings, to sex.   VERY fascinating stuff, but it is a pity I can't elaborate more, or else someone might take advantage of the information once they realized she is the same woman.  She was even answering ads on her phone while talking to me!

The more she talked, the more I was fascinated by her, but I guess she didn't find me that interesting and proceeded to mingle with the staff, whom she already knew previously.   Looking at my watch, it was about 10:00pm and she was going to take her last drink before calling it an evening.  I closed my modest tab, shook her hand, and headed my way home...

As I was opening the door to my apartment, my phone rang and I answered it without looking at it.
"Hi Baby! Wanna come over to play?"
It was KM!
"Sure, text me your address and I'll be right over."
20 minutes later, I was back in the Heights.....but that's for another post.

Blast with someone from my Past

Picking up my phone, I was greeted with a happy voice:
"Hey!", Oh god. It was HER. What did SHE want?
"Hi!, how're you doing?"  I was waiting for her to ask me for some money again.
"Fine, how about yourself? I was wondering since its cold outside, you might be inclined to visit me.
"Oh?  What do you have to offer?"   She made a crazy Spaghetti Dinner that I loved.
Yes, being a bachelor, I can be easily bribed with food.
"Just Me, Myself, and I.  Interested?", was her response.  Okay.  Food OR Sex.
"Be there in about an hour or so."  I'm easy. Sorry.  Besides, I was in a bit of a funk and figured this would help.

I get there two hours later and I'm greeted at the door.
We chit chat about the new place and look around as I get the tour.
Living room. Cool.
Hall closet. Roomy.
Bathroom.  Tidy.
Bedroom.   Look! a bed!

We continued talking about various things as our hands magically started removing each other's clothing.  The odd thing is that we didn't even break stride in our talking about day at work as the clothing fell to the floor.  We're that comfortable with one another.

We simply moved onto the bed and simply started kissing her lightly while one of my fingers rubbed her clit in slow circles.  I moved towards her neck and breasts while my left hand continued its work.
Kissing her was always one of my pleasures with her.  Even though she would allow me to do anything with her body, kissing was always one of my favorite things with her.
We continued in this way until I figured she reached her 4th orgasm and she then proceeded to give me one of her absolutely wonderful blowjobs.  She reached over for a bottle of something and poured it on my wet cock. I don't know what she used, but it warmed my cock and felt absolutely grand everytime she breathed on it.   It took all I could muster to not cum, for which I'm grateful because she then climbed on top to ride me.  As she lowered herself, I saw this look of total rapture on her face as she ground down on my cock and almost immediately had, what I assumed; was a short, but intense orgasm.
The great thing I miss about being in a relationship is that you know all the right buttons to push, so you can extend the fun, or make the most out of a quickie.
She knew how to extend the fun quite a bit and I allowed myself to be led on.
After she collapsed after another 2 orgasms, we spooned and BS'ed for a good while, gently poking her with my erection on her bottom, more to just slightly annoy her than to give her any hints.
After awhile, she snuggled even closer to me and gave me "That" look.
It was on.
She adjusted her position a bit and gently pushed herself to the point where my cock started to enter her ass.
"You like that baby?", she breathed.
"You know I do, Doll.", was my only response.
She knows I love anal, and I was the only man she allowed to do it to her and she loved it.
We continued to grind into each other, a bit until I felt her orgasm start to build.  In turn she started to grind even harder into me.
We both came hard at the same time and continued to cuddle for while she dozed.
After a couple of hours, I had to come back home.
She gave me a kiss as, once again, I walked out of her door and into the night.