Old friend shows new tricks.

I recieved a phone call from StormCloud a few days ago..

"Hey! How're you doing?", I asked.
"Not bad.  Was wondering when I might see you again?", was her reply.
"Got any pasta?"
"You're using me for your pasta fix?  I was hoping to see you again."
"Oh? Got anything in mind?"
"C'mon, do I have to spell it out for you?", she said laughing.
"Sometimes.", was my honest reply, "I never know what someone has in mind, I would hate to presume."
"Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
"Bye!"


Fast forward to early this morning and I find my way to her apartment and am greeted at the door.
As usual, we hugged and then proceeded to the bedroom where clothing was dropped and we melted into each other's arms kissing, before I got her on all fours on the bed, went up behind her and started to lick her from her clit up to past her asshole.  The moans of approval she gave were simply more encouragement for me to proceed.
I concentrated on her clit for a few minutes until I got the signs that her orgasm were approaching (The benefits of having a long time lover is that you can read each other's body quite well.) and I stuck in two fingers in her pussy, pushing her over the edge to a powerful first orgasm.
But I didn't stop there. 
Varying my technique a bit, I did several combination, of licking as deeply as I could in both of her holes and clit and fingering them simultaneously for a good twenty minutes, racking up another two orgasms, including a nice long one.
We layed together afterward for nice caressing and snuggling session and then she started movig her had down towards my waiting cock.
I had freshly shaved it in preparation for the party I have planned.
As I was relishing her mouth on my member, I noticed she was pushing it all the way to the back of her throat and keeping it pressed there for a time before lifting her head to the tip and repeating the motion.
Eventually, I grabbed the back of her head to keep it steady and started to fuck her mouth, which she willingly did. 
With added assistance.
She would slam the back of her throat with my cock over and over and when I told her that she needed to stop because I'd cum, she merely stopped for a second and told me to "Go for it" and continued.
I grabbed a fist full of hair and continued with rigor as I suddenly had one of my more intensive orgasms in quite some time. 
She struggled to swallow everything, but managed to do so without gagging.
Eventually when she went up to kiss me, I found my voice again.
"That was something new. You never done that before."
"We never got around to doing that before, but I love doing that, and you always took care of me, so I wanted to make sure I took care of you this time."
"Good, because you're quite good at it."
"You're sweet."
We layed there for quite some time, talking about various matters, our work, etc.
 "You know what I want you to do?" I asked.
"What?", was her dreamy response.
"I want you to take my cock in your mouth until it grows and keep it all in your mouth."
My cock by this time was dead asleep, but I wanted another orgasm before we slept.
She lowered herself back and enveloped my flaccid cock in its intirely in her mouth and proceed massage it with her tongue.  Feeling myself growing erect, she dutifully tried to keep itall in her mouth, she eventually had to take it out.
Gently moving her up and turning her around, I was able to gently shove my cock in one motion into her ass.
The intake of breath was the sign of her having another intense orgasm.
We continued in this spooning position for a bit while I teased and roughly grabbed her nipples for some time. My pace started to quicken as my orgasm drew closer and she took my que and pushed even harder against me.
We both came at the same time and stayed in that position for a time until we both fell asleep.

Overall it was a good night, I like to think.

What a Memory!

Nightline ran a segment several weeks ago about memory that made me feel not so freakish.
While I don't have a photographic memory, I can retain all sorts of memories and can play them back in my head.
We're not talking images....
Background chatter, smells, touches, entire conversations.
Oh the sex.  I can feel it, my body remembers the textures, touches, the orgasms.
Yet, I can forget to what I'm supposed to buy in the grocery store and girls' names.  Go fig.

This memory was brought back from a post I wrote a few days ago.

A friend of mine and I regularly threw these parties, we would play sex games and eventually would end up as an orgy.

It was 8pm on a friday night, I was detained at work and more than a little miffed and was looking forward to drinking and catching up to see who was going to be at the party and gossip.
Stepping out of the elevator, I'm guided to the room by the roar of laughter.
Opening the door was a vision; there were about 30 people splayed out on floors, chairs, pillows, and whatever else was handy in a loosely circular ring around the Host, who was in the midst of shaking up dice.

The rules for dirty dice was this:
One had a verb (suck, kiss, rub, etc) and the other was a place (Crotch, Lips, etc).
You picked a person from the crowd, and whatever came up, you get to do to that person. In turn, it would be his/her turn to pick someone and roll the dice.

He smiled and waved at me; while making way to my seat, I acknowledged him, and I spotted someone I haven't seen before.  Jet Black hair, dark eyes, wearing a modest black blouse with blue jeans (DHB Dark haired Beauty).  Our eyes met briefly as I gave my saluations to the host.and sat by an old friend of mine and caught me up on what I had missed (I was 2 hours late).

We were whispering as I suddenly saw the woman bare her breasts and put them against the window, exposing herself to whatever driver happening to be looking up at the moment.

Suddenly I heard, "I pick you", but didn't pay much attention until someone pointed out I was "Picked".
Being startled, I looked towards her and she was standing there with her finger pointing directly at me.  Looking around stupidly, I mouthed "ME?" towards her and then motioned that I should stand near her.
Picking my way through the crowd again (I was towards the back of the room) and quiped, "Do your worst!"
She smiled and said,"If you're lucky, I will."

That was our introduction. Word for word.

The dice came up "Fondle" and "Crotch".
I gulped.
She strutted up leaving only inches from my face and I took in all her features and found her arousing with her directness and confidence that seemed to ooze from her.
Without another word, she gently rubbed through my jeans, found the hardening member underneath and raised her eyebrows.
She turned to the Host, "You know, proper fondling meets I have to have a good 'grip' on what I won, right?"
He paused as a smile crept on his face, "That seems reasonable."
He didn't even finish the word "Reasonable" when she undid my belt and stuck her hand down my pants.
"NICE!" is what she said as she wrapped herself around my cock and played with it for a few moments.

I heard crowd was down to whispers as she rubbed the tip of my member, took out her hand and brought up her finger that had my pre-cum and put it in her mouth, sucking it clean, and walked away to her corner.

The entire room moaned and waited for me.

Apparently it was my turn, because of the rules, I couldn't pick her.
I picked a girlfriend I had there (BHG - Brown haired girl), rolled up, "Lick" and "Crotch".
She immediately bent over a chair, while the occupant was still there, lifted her skirt to reveal herself to me.
After I finished a nice licking session, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up;
On the way over, DHB came up to me before I could enter and tried to excuse myself so I could wash up.  Without another word, she kissed me deeply, with the taste of the other BHG's juices still on my face and walked away.

It was the begnining of a friendship that would last 3 years....

A Public Service Announcement...

My heart stopped when I read this at A Secret Freak's Blog;  for those that aren't regular readers, I figure I would put this up for those that may read: "The World is a Playground" blog:

I have some news, about a fellow blogger. I do not know who might already know about this, but I am going to share anyway.

Colly, The World is a Playground, was in a terrible motorcycle accident.

I had emailed him to check on his whereabouts and the following is a return email from him.

I was in a motorcycle accident and was in the hospital for a little
while, I'm more or less immobile, and bed ridden right now. I am
almost completely dependent on my wife at the moment so it's next to
impossible for me to use the computer without her near me.

Be sure to keep him in your thoughts, I will pass along any more information, as I get it.

Also, I will forward all of your comments to him. I am sure he will be appreciative of all thoughts, prayers and comments..

But given the nature of our respective blogs, the odds are quite high that his spouse doesn't know about the blog...so use your own judgement, until he gets better, but I would request that people casually mention this on their respective blogs.

Additionally, this would point out that there are a number of reasons why we may not post for for a period of time, or stop altogether.

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!

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'.

Putting on a show....and a surprise

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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.

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.

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