Fishing randomly and catching Jennifer.

Things have been very quiet here, and if you had read this blog with any regularity (first of, sorry), you know that I had to take a bit of a break in my activities.
This is not to say that I have been up to SOME mischief.  I've been getting the itch for another party.
Bad.
Really bad.
Since I didn't quite have the resources to throw another one for several months, I figured a few CL ads and try to put out feelers for people that have an interest in it and willing to talk about it might help.

Got a total of maybe 6 proper responses from TWO different cities. Three immediately dropped off, possibly by them being bored of me, or were expecting something totally different. 
Whatever.
Two are local girls; One has had fantasies about it, but is in a troubled marriage and other issues.  She doesn't know about the blog.  I gave her an option and she will (eventually) make a decision, but in the meanwhile we're making good conversation overall.
Another of major interest is from one that I posted on the Chicago CL.
A woman about my age responded and was saying that she had done multiples in her youth, but didn't give any details (damn!), but continued to talk about a few topics here and there and told her about the blog.

Suddenly, she informed me that she responded to an ad in her area and sent me the following story:

I got an email back this morning saying he was game and we agreed to meet at a parking lot not far from where I live.  Its a big lot and we agreed to meet at the far end where its never used for privacy.  He was there when I showed up and before he got out of his car, I knew my first time was going to be fine. 
He was pretty good looking, tall, about 6'3" I'm guessing, and average build.  So I pull up and park next to him and he gets out of his car and he comes around to the passenger side of my car and I let him in.  He is wearing shorts and a t shirt, he was fresh from the gym so that explains the gym clothes.  He gets in and introduces himself to me and we shake hands.  I spy him look at my cleavage while we made small talk.
I wore a low cut, tight blouse that is really too small for me, so  I'm sure he could even see my nipples through the bra and blouse.  After 5 minutes or so, he says, "Are you ready then?"  I said if he was then I was too.  He reached for the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down and out of the way.  His cock was already somewhat hard and I'd guess about 7 inches long.  He was shaven and that is the first shaved cock I had seen in real life.  I just stared at it for a moment until he asked if anything was wrong.  I said no and slowly reached out to touch it.  Once my fingers touched it, he flinched alittle, but then I wrapped my hand around his shaft and took in his beauty.  I literally could feel him swelling in my hand more so I slowly started to stroke him.  He reclined the seat to get more comfortable and I turned to get better access and was able to use both my hands.  I went at it slowly at first and he seemed to be enjoying it. 

Then his phone rings, he looks at it and say's "Shit, my wife." 
At this point I'm figuring he is going to want me to quit but he motions for me to keep going and be quiet.  I can actually hear her voice through the phone and he is trying to get her off the phone. 
I just keep stroking away until he finally gets done.
Once off the phone he relaxes some more. 
His eyes were closed and he was moaning softly.  A few minutes went by and I could tell by his breathing he was getting close so I picked up the pace some.  He asked if he could cum and I said thats what we are here for so.
All of a sudden he let out a loud moan and the first of many spurts of cum shot out.  I kept stroking as long as he was cumming and he came alot.  Must have been 5 or 6 powerful blasts, then smaller ones.  Because of the way I was holding him, most of it landed on my forearms, hands, and some on the center console of my car.   None on my clothes!!!  Yay!
After he was done, he sat back up to see what I had done to him and he apologized for getting me.  I told him I was prepared for that and as he was looking at me I licked my fingers off.  I hadn't planned on doing that but got caught up in the moment.  He tasted alright too. 
I handed him some tissues to clean himself up and I wiped my hands and arms off.  He pulled up his shorts, asked me if I would be interested in doing that again and I said maybe.  We said our goodbyes, and I left.  Just got home an hour or so ago.

Emailing a bit more, she dropped off the face of the Earth.
No responses to any of my casual "hi's", so I figured she dropped off the face of the earth and blew me off.

Not until I got the next letter....

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.

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?

Shygirl, Katy, and Lumens

Well, Shygirl lived up to her name.   I had recieved a text from her 3 hours before meeting and cancelled.
"I don't know if I'm ready for that."
I sent her an email saying that I understand and to keep me in mind for the future.

While typing up this letter, another came in.  
She was inquiring about the Bi-Party and was wondering if she could be included in the next one.
OF COURSE she can!  "Katy" described herself as a BBW (ARGH!), and sent pictures.
HEY! I remember her, she took part in my survey!  She was a bit skeptical until I forwarded her email to me.  After that, we seemed to get along fine.   She seemed quite interested in the other parties and was particularly proud of her oral skills and being a bit of a submissive.
Bring it!
Our schedules are a bit off kilter of each other, but we figure we can try for a late night Sunday meeting or sometime this week.
I give her a bit more credibility as she seems to be the geniune article, but again, we'll see.

Previously, I had mentioned Lumens only briefly.
Well, we've been emailing frantically with eachother.  Later that night, we sent pictures and some slight flirting.
She had lived out on the West side of town and I was (at the time) Located in the far east when she said she wanted to meet.
We met at a moderately priced hotel that was a relatively in the middle of the both of us. I got off the phone and walked inside and waited until she drove up a couple of minutes later.
Was greeted by a Thin woman with black hair, glasses, and appeared plain looking.
NEVER trust first appearances. 
We shook hands and talked for a few minutes and waited for a signal.
"Did you get your room yet?"
I guess that's the signal.
Having corrected that situation, we went to one of the higher floors, dropped our clothing, opened the drapes, turned on the lights, and proceeded some of the most hurried sex I've had in awhile.
There is something to be said about female orgasms; it's not fair.
Now, its not to say that it was BAD sex, it just wasn't really worth noting. At least, not round one.
Laying on the bed, we casually looked out the window to the freeway below.
Turns out she's my age, single, has a modest job in the area, and hasn't had a date in a year.  She explained to me how tough it was to meet men that just didn't seem to flake out or simply gave her the impression she was nothing but a slab of meat.
She found my reassuring voice, humor, and talkative style reassuring enough that she didn't want to blow her chance on getting laid.
After a few minutes, she got up from the bed and went to the window.
"Can they see in?", She asked.
"No doubt."  The sun has long since set, and the lights inside the room illuminated her from behind giving me a view of her slim figure.
She extended her arms and legs as if for a long overdue stretch, when I realized she was now leaning against the window and looked back.
"Want to give them a show?"
Without a word, I went up behind her, dropped to my knees and proceeded to eat her pussy for several minutes. She was enjoying this bit of exhibitionism quite a bit, judging by how wet she was.
Slowly, I raised kissing up her back to her neck and she sensed my cock was at the right angle, simply ground into me until I entered her.  I pushed her more and more into the glass, to the point that breaking through became a real possibility with me (I have a slight fear of heights). Fortunately for me, her orgasm picked that precise moment to make its appearance and collapses in my arms.
Being thankful for her slight build, I carry her to bed and cover her with kisses, which is rewarded by a hail of giggles from her.
I love women when they giggle.  It's a weakness.
We stay in bed for another couple of hours, chatting away about things she always wanted to do and some of fantasies she's open to until I realize I need to go to an appointment and she has to get ready for work in the morning.  She makes the comment that we need to do this again sometime and I heartily agree.
Walking arm in arm out of the lobby, I walk her to her car and give her a hug and watch her leave.
Heading towards my car, I realize she is going to be fun.   While she isn't looking for a relationship, she can definitely be a party girl.

I must be going insane....

Well, I did it.

I started a new party, this one is going to be a "BI" party and put up a CL post accordingly. This will be a bit different by the fact that ladies can come and watch, which more than likely will be actual participants.

That's the way it usually winds up.

On the other party front, my nerves are still on the edge as one woman wants to talk to another. One is iffy because her escort won't be able to make it, and the other is an unknown. While two others are expected to show up, I hedged my bets a bit and put out a new ad for the party.

Ohwell, I guess I'm going to start drinking this weekend, maybe see if I can get a hook up.

ANOTHER party and an update...

Believe it or not, one of my friends is trying to convince me to have an all male party the following weekend. I have to think about it a bit, but a few of the regulars might be more interested in this party, though.


Additionally, I went ahead and set the date and location of the party. the 5th of December. I sent out a bunch of emails informing everyone invited to attend and immediately was greeted by 2 emails of a couple of guys that are declining.

This is the time I start getting nervous.

As the tired old joke goes, "What if they threw an orgy but nobody came?"
I know it's not going to happen, it hasn't happened in the number of parties I have put together, but it is STILL a bit unnerving.

Emails, Dates, and Dumfucks.

I went ahead and put together an email to those that I think would play nicely with each other and sent them an email.
Let's see how well they listen and how well they follow instructions;
Basically the email consisted of two dates that I haven't decided yet, so I figure I'd make a poll to see what date would be the best. Since these were friday dates, I also added an option asking if that they wanted a saturday, I was open to that as well.

Why Friday? Fairly simple; it would allow people an excuse that they were "staying late" for a meeting or whatever. I always made it clear that a shower was available to them if they desired. As far as "Running home" after work to go to the party, I never saw a point in it. Neither did any of the regulars as they simply shown up in whatever they were wearing, showered and joined the party!

To steal an insulting term from OEN; the men are being fuckwits sometimes. A number of the men I had emailed were notified that if they had a problem with a BBW, that they had to let me know (I would have kicked them out immediately). Most replied they were cool with it. What caught my attention is that two of them INSISTED on seeing photos.
I wrote back that it is not up to ME hand out photos that belonged to me.
The reply caught me a bit by surprise, "Well, could you DESCRIBE them?"

I mean, REALLY! They're going to get laid and have a good time and they INSIST on knowing who they're going to screw if they meet THEIR standards? Umm.....no.
Delete.

Anyway, let's see how people respond to this email. It's time to start getting nervous again.

Email sent, room reserved, the panic waits at the doorway...

Well I just sent off the list of the responders that passed muster. All I have to do is either wait for a response (which sometimes happens, sometimes don't)or simply wait for them to show up at the meeting spot. Each party is a bit different as far as locations go, but usually in a very fine hotel.

While imagining all the lovely forms of decadence which typically occurs at my parties, I can't help but wonder how it will all turn out...