In the land of Cheese and Lakes.....

Yes.
The day has finally arrived. 
I hate flying.
Really.  The bumpy ride did little for my nerves and wished I was drunk, but I knew my 2+ hours of terror would soon be over...one way or another.

The plane landed Thursday afternoon in Milwaukee, WI and headed straight to the car rental.


The straight-faced and unenthusiastic Hertz clerk looked at my info and handed me some keys after I refused most of the nice little perks that they offered to me.


"Does it have XM?"
"Umm...no."
"I want one with XM."
"That'll be extra."

Driving across a state without a reliable source of tunes was out of the question.


"Fine."


He adds the appropriate amount to my card and hands me the keys.
A KIA Sportage.


"Are you serious?"
"It's all we have with an XM radio."
"You don't have an actual CAR with it?"
"Nope. Sorry."  He said without even glancing at the rows upon rows of keys behind him.


Making my way to the assigned spot, I climbed in, started it up and headed to the highway, immediately disappointed by the lack of smoothness or acceleration.
I threw on my electronic equipment and plugged in my accessories.


Then I noticed that the power outlet wasn't working.


I started cursing.
My phone was crying for help and I was 5 miles from the airport.

Ignoring the messages from Starfish, I continued to curse and looked for a place to pull over to gather my thoughts.


Rummaging through the Vehicle of the Damned, I find another power outlet in the back.  Since it practically makes using my phone and the navigation useless, I immediately start looking for another hertz rental in the area.  
As I sit there arguing with a rep, I look around further and find a USB port.

WTF?
On a hunch, while still arguing on the phone, I plug in the Jawbone charger into it.

IT WORKS!


Hung up on the rep and immediately looked for a Best Buy and made a bee-line straight for it. 
After making the appropriate purchase, I plug my phone in and I'm return to my happy place.


I could have sworn I heard my phone sigh in relief. 


There was some business I had to attend to before the party and I had less than 40 hours to get to check into TWO hotel rooms in TWO different cities and two different STATES driving 500+ miles.

Starfish was keeping track of my progress across the state on Latitude with my GPS in near real time and texted little comments.

I ignored most of them because I was too busy driving within an inch of my life.  The Sportage characteristics made it so I had to put in quite a bit of concentration into driving the wet roads and maintaining proper speed.


my phone chriped and looked at the message:
"OH SHIT! You're already past Madison? You're hauling ass!" 


I send a small number of replies, but continued to focus on driving. 

Arriving in the small town of Sparta, WI and drive up to a small hotel and curse silently as I see another couple beat me to the counter by 30 seconds. 

They took FOREVER to check in while they were debating on which room to get due to the $10 price difference.  The poor clerk on duty looked her damnedest that she would not kill these two.

Hell, I would have offered to dispose the bodies if it came to it. 

After they had left, I got my papers signed and keys handed to me within 2 minutes. 

Moving the POS to the indicated portion of the parking lot, slide into next to the two bodies that delayed me.


I eyed them as they walked in.  Some foolery was in order, I'm sure. 

Long story short, I made it to my room, talked to Starfish for a few minutes and was out by 9pm.


My eyes popped open and I couldn't breathe and was coughing and sneezing.
Oh, No!

It was 1:30am and I needed to be up in only a few more hours. 
Looking up the nearest pharmacy, I trudged towards my POS, started the engine and realized that the parking space next to me was empty.
My instincts were right.  They were just there for some sex.
Whatever.
I drove up to Walgreens realize it was NOT a 24hr one and had to settle for some convenience store nearby and grabbed some nyquil, ran home and died at about 3am.

The phone rang.
Actually, it was taunting me.  
7 am got here way too early, but I had to get up and do a little more driving and get work done  while we Starfish and I chatted.
The problem with making a fairly rigid schedule that is secret, is that the person you're dealing with won't always go by YOUR schedule.

At 2pm, I was supposed to be leaving and having a casual drive and dinner at my new destination.

What REALLY happened was that it was 5pm and I was running towards the car like a grand prix Le Man's racer. 
We were supposed to have a nice rendezvous and have a casual dinner.
That's not going to happen.

I quickly talk to her and I'm on the road speeding towards my destination.  
On Lattitude, she wonders what route I was going to take and I told her.

"Oh no, sweetie, take THIS route" and gives me the following instructions.
This was her territory, so I had to trust her judgment, and I follow up by telling her to post another ad on the region CL's since none of the men that I have talked to previously had contacted me. 

Looking at my GPS I wonder if she was secretly out to kill me. It LOOKED like a direct route, but I could tell it was going to be murderous if I let my concentration lapses on this small 2-lane road. I break off communication with her, to talk to FF, but the connections are horrid on this route, which didn't surprise me.

Most cell providers concentrate their towers along major highways.

I felt like I was traveling on something a bit better than a game trail.  Deer jumping over my car did little to settle my nerves.
10:30 was the time as I arrived at a charming little hotel that she selected for me to book.
The check in process was merciful in it's speed.

I was dying, but I was pleasantly surprised on how the room was, so I took a couple of pics to show the room to give a bit of perspective on the before and after.
 

Updating on the number of men that have responded on the "new" ad wasn't too surprising, seems like 8 or so had responded in the two or so hours that it had been up.

We continued talking as I threw down the bags, we got undressed, jumped in bed, embraced, kissed deeply, and....


...slept.  

I was exhausted.




Starfish will post her view on it sooon....I hope.  the other half of the weekend will be done by the end of this week....maybe.

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.

Four on Two, The Continuation

My phone buzzed.
Thinking it was a text from FF, I picked it up and was surprised to see it was Katygirl!
She begins by apologizing for not keeping in touch with me and feels that she was rather busy -with Jalapeno!
The conversation was frantic as I was trying to come to grips with all that has happened since I talked to her last.  The last time she mentioned him was during a funny motel episode they had.

My advice to her at the time was perhaps she needed to sever ties with him and move on.
Apparently not only did she not heed my advice...but went into the totally opposite direction.

They have been meeting several people over CL for threesomes and such.
What REALLY stunned me is that they were basically in a relationship and have been inseparable as of late.

But like a famous pitchman, I HAVE MORE!
Turns out Jalapeno never had sex with a woman before until that night and she went on to tell me how after the talk, he had confided how he never really told anyone about his being gay/bi (??) and wasn't comfortable enough to talk to anyone else in his life about that facet of his life.
she continued the conversation by saying that he was very private and closed-mouthed about his wants and needs.
As she drew him out, they realized they have more in common than they realized and worked out to have one of the most unorthodox relationships I have ever heard in my life.  
Let me tell you this, I have seen, heard, and been in quite a few combinations of such so I know a thing or two about that. 
She enlisted a regular FWB to "teach" him on how to treat a female lover since his technique not only needed fine-tuning, but a complete reworking.  He (Jalapeno) was so enthusiastic about it that he was actually asking questions and taking notes.
To top it all off, turns out they are meeting and greeting people as a couple, and even a married couple including to some of his friends.  They are carrying it so far to the point where they actually have gold bands they slip on when they meet people from CL or professional friends.


Talk about a major Beard here. 

"It really works for us!", she said at one point, "I get majorly turned on by watching gay porn, and so does he, but I can see it in real life as well and he makes me happy."
My response to her was simply that I'm glad that she found someone to be happy.

Suddenly, she remembered that I mentioned I had a g/f and asked me about her.


I told her about our meeting, and a few of our dates here and there.

"Wow! That's pretty hot!", she said after I filled her in quite a bit of it.
"Yeah, you two have quite a bit in common.  She LOVES blowjobs."
"Really? Do you think we can meet?"


Why not?  
I filled her in on the scenario, simply as meeting friends with nothing expected.
She agreed to that and also to going to dinner and an opera next month. (FF can't make it due to scheduling conflicts)
I thanked her for thinking of me and we promised to try to keep in touch more, and perhaps a party in January. 


Suddenly, I feel like my life is getting a bit complicated, but fun!

 

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.

Oh, NOW he wants to play!

While I'm reading up and things, I suddenly see a chime on one of my IM's from "Pat".


Haven't seen or heard from him since he blew me off just before one or two parties ago.*
Suddenly he's talking about his new girlfriend and how she wants to be part of the action, and that I'm the only one with balls enough to do it.


"Are you sure you can make it this time?" I asked.  It was a legitimate question.  He's bailed on me just before 3 other parties for one reason or another which usually involving a wife having issues.**


"Sure! SHE is okay now, I can do pretty much what I please and doesn't ask questions."  They were swingers at one point, so she must know he found someone else.
"Are you sure?  She's not just going to be a wall flower, will she?"
"I'm sure she's down for some watching and maybe a threesome or more!"


But I got another party I'm prepping and then there is a bit of my financial setback; One party isn't that big of a deal, but right now, two is going to be a bit of trouble.

"I'll help with the costs.  Really."   Yeah, right. He lives paycheck to paycheck making the middle 6-six figures and I loan HIM money occasionally. 
"Why don't I believe you?"  Surely he could detect my skepticism in my typing.
"I will! I'll pay for the hotel room!"
Whoopie.
I'm excited.
Can't you tell I'm excited?
Yes I am.
After a few some thought, I agree.

"Okay, I'll do it."
"Can we make it this weekend??"
WTF? Unless my life is cruising craigslist, these things can take at least a month!
"Umm...no. I was thinking January."
"Why so long?"  I explained to him what had happened.
"Oh. that sucks.  Whenever you think. We're ready."

Screw him.
I'll plan the party, but only because I want something local, fun, and get together with Katygirl.
IF he decides to show up...great. If not, not big deal.



*His "wife" would pretend or over exaggerate her health issues to just get him home.  I called her out about it once after I was her caregiver to give Pat a break.  She would call him complaining and I'd immediately call back telling him to stay where he's at to relax.  Bitch.
**I used to swing with them many years ago.  Oh the stories I could tell! Some of them involved "Holly." But that's for another time.   I'm sure you don't want to hear about too many of my old stories!

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. :)

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.

Every Beginnings End

Riv did a nice post on a final meeting. The timing is pretty good for me. I've had a pretty good selection of guys in my area for fun. I usually did not have a road trip go to waste. As time went on, I got irritated with some of their stupidities. A few went by the wayside. Others did stick around.

I've basically lost my last one in the last few weeks. I haven't heard from him at all. I see on his blog that he's having fun. I feel like I really can't bring anymore to the table that is special. It is a loss to me. He's been basically the only one that I've had sex with more than once.

He's been the one that has allowed me to explore my D/s side. He is a true pain sub. I enjoyed every minute we had. He taught me things about myself that I don't think I ever would have learned.

I really am starting to miss him. I wish him well and happiness.

I also heard from my very first fuck. Things were interesting with him on trying to keep contact. One of the things that I was afraid of was that he was "in love" still with his prior relationship. I made the deal with him that what has happened in the past needs to stay in the past and what happens with us is all that matters.

We chatted online the other day. It's been awhile and he told me he's been in contact with her. All I could say was ok. He didn't know how to take it. I just said what ever makes him happy, I'm happy with.

I have a feeling that was it for him.

The numbers are shrinking. The quality is increasing. That is the only bright side for now.

One Final Fuck

I received a call a couple of days earlier for a repeat performance before she leaves.
The call itself was unexpected since she'd said she wouldn't call again.

I show up and park in front of the home. There is no longer any need for discretion. Grabbing my bag of toys I walk up to the front door and walk in.

The entire place is empty. My footsteps are echoing in the empty home since all furniture has been packed and shipped,  I found her on the floor on an air mattress and a light sheet.

"I was wondering if you were coming," she asked with sleep in her voice.
"Was going to, but I've had a busy couple of days."
"Too busy for me?"
"I'm afraid so."  She seemed hurt, but she knew what was going on with me.

"You don't need your bag of tricks.  I loved what you did the other morning. But you could have at least shaved and get a haircut. You're starting to get a bit too shaggy."
"Thanks." 
With that, I dropped my bag and clothing and snuggled up with her, and repeated the performance of the other night but she wanted more anal.
So we just laid there together hugging, kissing, and talking about her trip home.
She lifted herself and offered her ass, of which I kissed and caressed.
My hand followed her curves down to her wet pussy where I rubbed and fingered it, much to the moans of approval that followed.  What almost sent her over the edge is when I pushed my tongue into her asshole and proceeded to fuck her with it.

Continuing that for a few minutes and then I roughly shoved my cock in her ass.  It was an instant orgasm she later told me, but I knew it would be the way her muscles clenched.
After a few moments, I lowered my face to her ass, where I roughly bit around her gaping entrance, before I tongued her again.
Following this pattern several times before she started to get more aggressive and fighting me more.


I didn't want that, so I threw her on her side and held her down while I pushed my cock back into her ass.  With that, she settled a bit down and went back to simply being to casual lovers as I slowly ground into her in a steady rhythm.  Having gently biting her neck and holding her against me, it wasn't too long before we both reached a climax.
We snuggled in that position for a moment before she nudged me with her elbow and said, "It would have been nice to remember you WITHOUT that beard." 
"Pity. I didn't expect you to call again and you never said anything about it" I was surprised I had that "tone" of being mildly hurt. but whatever.I grabbed my clothes, I walked out of home, I quickly made way towards the garage.
"Goodbye, Dear. I wish you the best" I said while walking out the bedroom door.

Reaching the door, I put my bag down to open my door.
Hearing footsteps behind me, she came running out, nude (it was 4am, no one would be out, but still quite brave.).
"I'm sorry. I am going to miss you." She said with a crack in her voice.
"I'll miss you too, dear."  I wasn't sure if I was lying or not, "Go inside before someone sees you."
"I don't care about that, but I will anyway."

Hopping inside my car, I drive home so I can grab some sleep before my day starts in a few hours.
Right in the middle of my day, I realized something:
I left my bag of toys on her driveway.
Great.  In that neighborhood, it would be hard to tell if SHE found them, or some neighborhood punk found it.
I'd imagine the surprise on the look on their face once they opened it.


Shit!

Guest blogger...

I mentioned her briefly in a previous post, and it seems like she took up my offer to be a guest poster for awhile until I get a bit more active.

One of the reasons she took me up on the offer is to be more candid than she was on her own blog.   I have given her full freedom to discuss whatever is on her mind and stated, much to my surprise about her REAL kinks.

I will still be posting as I get more active, but real life has intruded a bit, so I won't be posting as much or on a different topic for awhile.

In the meantime, Welcome and Enjoy "Starfish!"

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.

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Panicking as usual

You know, setting up these parties can be a bit on the stressful side, particularly with some of  flakes I have to deal with from time to time, and I had a few unexpected things come up, they usually turned out okay.  Usually.
Talking about this with another another blogger, she seemed to have simply thought of it as the same thing as when she has a dinner with people. She always frets just beforehand, because of the details involved and worries that no one is going to have a good time.

When I brought up the fact that this was a bit different, then a dinner party, she had to conceed in the fact that there WAS a bit of a difference.

Dinner party, you usually know who's going to show up.
My party, you HOPE the right amount of people show up.

Dinner Party:  Everything is set at a table to eat.
My Party:  The eating involves someone naked having a good time.

To really make my hair stand on end, there is also the small matter that I realized how I only got Six males to come. 
Six.
Is it any wonder why I'm in a panic, considering?

Don't really have to worry about Katy, she's a shoe in, and this will give us a chance to talk seriously about dating.
Of course, there is the small matter of trying to squeeze in all that while other guys are banging her, but whatever.

I'm Shy.....until I get my first cock.

My phone buzzed unexpectedly at midnight, I flipped it open and turned on the chat program:

Katy: "Hey cutie!"
Me:   "Hey sugar. What's up?"
Katy: "Party is next week, right?"
Me:   "Of course."
Katy: "Good. Just a little nervous."
Me:   "Understandably so, anything you want to get off your chest?"
Did I mention she had a substantial chest?
Oh. My. God.
Katy: "I want you to fuck me first, I'm shy around new people."

I spit up the water that I was drinking.

Me:   "REALLY?"
Katy: "Really.  Once I get a cock in me, I'll relax and then I'm down for anything."

We then started talking about other things in general and it appears she seems like she's strongly hinting that we should date.

Katy:  "Why don't we go out together?"

I took that as a hint.
Responding that we should sometime, she eventually decided she needed to get some sleep for an early morning drive.

My response?  I drop the phone and fall into the couch wondering what in the world am I getting myself into.

StormCloud....

Some interesting things have happened over the past week and it is going to require several different posts, but I will try to get as much in without being a bunch of babble...which is going to be a first with a post of mine.

I think I need to explain the dynamic between Stormcloud and I; even though I have explained it briefly in the past, the need to expound on it came upon me while I was talking to a fellow blogger (which deserves another post).

We met around 15 years ago while I was heavily into swinging and even more active than I am today.  We were as different as night and day sexually and morally, but somehow I was able to date her for a short time (Monogamy was ROUGH!). The more I knew about her and her past and the things she had endured I was in awe about the mettle this woman had.  
While we were intimate, she rarely did more of the things I liked (at the time, I was more heavily into the D/s thing) but discovered a love for anal sex (To date, I'm the only man she has let do that to her).
As we eventually cooled and found other relationships, we saw each other infrequently and quite platonic.
When she discovered I broken up with a then girlfriend, she confided how things weren't going well with her marriage; it was then that I became "The other man".
Things eventually came apart with her husband and her life started to fall apart with my trying to help her out as much as I could financially, emotionally, and physically.
This part of our friendship took its toll on our friendship and realized our relationship as "Toxic" because she was draining me and decided to slowly ween her off me.
Over the years (six or so), while her calls to me were increasingly infrequent (much to my delight), every call that she made was greeted with a certain dread; but I couldn't refuse her calls.
The conversations basically went to talking about difficulties about her job, her kids, her health issues, etc and just totally brought me down.
I could have won the lottery, had a kid, and had the worlds best sex THE SAME DAY, but after one of her phone calls, I would be ready to drink arsenic, slit my wrists, and jump off a building with hungry crocodiles at the bottom with a gun to my head to shoot myself on the way down.

It was that bad, but I was the only emotional anchor she had in this world and didn't want to let her down.

Nowadays, it seems like she just wants sex; apparently her current boyfriend isn't doing it for her and she's sending in the closer to plug that extra hole (or whatever her thinking is).

For now I have to be on guard of her getting back into my life.

THIS is why I call her Stormcloud.  Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful person, and would do anything for anyone, if she had the resources, but to me, she has gotten to be Toxic.

And I'm seeing her tonight.

Itching for a scratch and a confession.

You know, this past weekend was fun, but I already want another and quite frankly; I don't want to just have Sharon there, she's a bit too unstable for my taste. Maybe Lumens, but she has been pulling a disappearing act with her job and traveling.
Lauren is out, she hasn't contacted me since she ended our dating, so that leaves Katy.  
Oh, I know she's totally down with whatever I have in mind.
So, my goal is to have one by late April; to achieve this, I'm going to start posting within the next week.  I know I briefly mentioned starting one awhile ago, but I blame that on the NyQuil and cold/flu/sickness.


Confession?

Just saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith for the first time recently. 
They are inhumanly good looking.
As a straight male, I would SO do a threesome with them and it can be a free-for-all.

Just sayin'.

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.

Sick with bad timing and updates

Well, my working 10-14 hours for 27 of the last 33 days finally caught up to me, not to mention some shanigans that I managed to get in didn't help either.
I'm sick.
Felt it coming on with a sore throat on Sunday and I woke up sounding like Barry White on Monday.
Kinda' wished I had that voice permanently. Then again, from what I hear, my voice is rather sexy as it is when I have that "sexyness" thrown in.
Aside from some light coughing and the sore throat, I actually felt fine.

Whatever. Fuck.
Deciding that I just need to rest, I forced myself to stay home and take it easy while I was emptying out my TiVo of all the stuff I have neglected for the past month. (What?  Izzy MIGHT have lethal cancer??)
The phone calls started to come in a span of over less than two hours;
Lauren, Stormcloud, Sharon, Katy, and Lumens had decided that they could use some action today, but as soon as they heard a strange voice with my distinctive phone greeting, they knew something was up.
They knew I was ill.  I even passed up some "Theraputic blowjobs."
Me turning down sex is like asking Dracula to go vegetarian.
If it wasn't for the fact that I suspected I MIGHT be contagious, I decided to turn them all down because I would feel bad if they all came down sick and missed work because of me.

Shit.

*****

I decided to throw together TWO parties.   One is going to be a gangbang and the other is going to be a Woman to Woman Bi Party.
The Centerpieces for both will be Katy and Lauren.  It should be interesting how this will turn out, I make the posts, they answer the emails, they get to have their own CL Phone, and the funds for a hotel room.

This is going to be my first WTW party in quite some time, so this is going to be interesting.

A long journey starts with a single trip of the feet...

Occasionally, I get an email from kids* asking how I got to be such a stud and talk or meet the women to do the things that I do.


After I recover from at least a few minutes of laughing, I just tell them it's just confidence and how one treats a woman.

One seemed to not believe me and I wound up talking to him on the phone and I told him the following story how dense I was when I was a kid:

I was about 16 or 17 when a girl ("Sandy") I was lusting after for a couple of years visited me out of the blue.
Looking back at it, I was surprised at her timing and it seemed like the stars aligned.
My parents were going to be gone for almost the entire day.

We went to my room and screwed around on my C64 computer**, when she noticed a deck of cards and wondered if we could play a game of hearts.
Jokingly, I responded that maybe we can play strip poker instead, thinking that she would never accept my challenge.

When she accepted my challenge, it took me a few moments to recover, but I regained my (what little i had) wits and set up the game.

I think I need to describe both of us:

She had solid black long hair, with ample breasts which simply accentuated a very lovely figure for a girl of her age.
Me?  a 6ft tall stick and glasses and as nerdy as you can get.  Ugh.

After what seemed like an hour or so, she was down to a towel (I don't remember how she won the towel) when I won the last hand and I eagerly waited to see her body when she said something totally unexpected that STILL echos in my ears.
"If you're going to see me naked, you're going to have to give me one of your massages."

Now, I was well known in my circle of friends for massages and I have no qualms about massaging girls or guys.  Obviously, the girls were more fun.

So she dropped her towel and laid, face down, on my bed.
I shifted modes and got the oil out and massaged her from head to toe of which she made the comment that I was lingering a bit too long on her ass and apologized and continued.
The next bomb was that she flipped over and wanted me to massage her front.
I NEVER massaged a torso before, especially a female one with HUGE breasts; so I winged it.
Once again, looking back, I heard (and felt) her breathing heavily whenever I reached her pussy or breasts.
Then I told her I finished.

Her eyes snapped open and said, "HUH?"
"I'm done."
She looked at me like I was a snake or something, gathered her clothes and left.

She didn't call me for weeks.

It was only after a couple of years later, while we were about to actually have sex is when she told me how much of a dumbass I was.
I was ahead of her, I realized it six months after the fact.

Yeah, I was a REAL stud in High school.

There are times when I can't take hints like that to this day. 
Go fig.



*Usually 20-25, but I get the occasional 17yr old and older than 25.  I tell the 17 yr old to come back in a year.
**Yes. a nerd. Shut up and stop laughing. I was also a virgin at the time...not surpringly.