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'.

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.

This is a test....

The night after, KM and I had a late night lunch/dinner at our usual spot and things seemed quite normal.  But there was this specter of doubt that kept raising it's ugly head as to whether or not we're "Compatible."  We went our separate ways. She went off to bed, I went to continue to work...

Normally, I don't let these things bother me, but considering how much I like her, it starts to nag me.

I pick up the CL Phone;
"Hey, how're you doing?" I ask.
"Not bad.  Was hoping you'd call for a little fun tonight."
"Can I come over?"
"Come over and in. Yes.  The door will be open."
Lumens.   I wonder if its a good idea to be with her tonight.  It's just a nagging feeling that it just isn't right.



Walking into her modest home, I casually start taking off my clothes when I spot her coming out of the bathroom and looking at me critically.
"You're not wasting time, are you?" she asks with a bit of an accusation in her voice.
"Umm....was just wondering if you want a quickie."  I'm starting to regret coming here.
"Don't mind it at all, I enjoy your company. How's KM?" 
The comment seemed genuine, but maybe I'm just hyper sensitive, either way, it stopped me cold for a minute.
I walk over and start nibbling her neck and slide off her robe to reveal her body.
Considering we've covered this ground before, we've already gotten rather comfortable with each other and knew how to touch each other.
We went through what we knew the other liked and she quickly reached her first orgasm.
After her third orgasm she got on all fours.
"Want to fuck my ass now Baby?"
She knew I loved it, and so did she.
Getting behind her, she backed into me and steadily shoved herself onto me.
"You like fucking my ass don't you?"
"Oh yeah, baby, you know I love it."
"C'mon, fuck me hard!"
After only a few minutes, I reached orgasm about the same time she did.
We laid down and cuddled while I nibbled her back.

KM immediately came to mind.
Is it the anal sex or the dirty talking?
She doesn't do either, she says she just can't vocalize doing sex.
I stay for an hour and we BS until I had to return to work.

A couple of hours later, KM is on my mind and I kinda' wondered if some bad karma was coming this way because of the last 24hrs.

No sooner had the thought formulated in my head then I heard an audible POP from the back of my car and briefly lost control.

Fuck. A flat, on a cold wet night.
Yay.

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.

The Bitch returns

*bzzz*
My brain struggled to register what the sound means.
*bzzz*
Oh.  Txt Msg. No biggie.
*bzzz-DING!*
Yeah. Fuck you too. I then realize it's the CL Phone.
I open an eye at the offending object making the noise.
Closing my eye again I try to get back to whatever dream I was having.
Feeling the bed move, I suddenly want death to claim me as I open one eye.
I'm greeted with an emerald eye starting back at me.
*Meow!*
Fuck.
Fine. I'm up.
Looking at the phone which not only disturbed my slumber, but awakened my bitch-cat, I noticed it was a strange number. Then again, they're all strange numbers.
"Hi. Husband flew out of town last night. Want to play again?"
I struggle to remember who it is.
"When?  I might have plans."  It's a lie.  I just want to leave an out in case its a psycho.
"Anytime.  Remember how to get here?"
"Sure!  But give me the address again.  The homes look alike."  Not a lie.  In some areas, I could easily walk into a strange house.
"##### Street"
AW SHIT! It's HER!
"Cool. I'll let you know. Ciao!"  Whatever.  Christmas eve and I'm going to spend it with a psycho?  Nah. Fat Chance.  NOOOOOO....
After getting some other stuff done, I power up the laptop and login to all my IM's.
My mystery member popped on.
Okay. Time to resolve it.
"Who ARE you?"
"It's me, 'Andi'"
"Oh. Hi."  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  Why did I do that? Why didn't I just delete contact and let it fade away?
STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID!
"I gotta go, call me!" With that, she disconnected.
ARGH!
Fast forward a few hours and a friend of mine sends me the text to some erotica he found.
Oh yeah. It's good stuff.
I had just finished reading the last section and realized how incredibly aroused I am.
*bzzz*
I reach for the CL phone (clit phone?).
"Hi. You coming over?"
Oh fuck! I forgot!
"Oh yeah, get undressed and leave the garage door open."
The drive across town went like a blur and before I realized I was in the garage with the door barely closed before I bolted into the door to see her in a simple robe.
I walked right up to her and kissed her. She tried to pull me off.  But I kissed her anyway.
Remembering the last meeting, I was taking full control.
Turning her around, I snatched the robe off her and bent her over.
This wasn't love.
"Want to be a bad girl now?"
She turned around in surprise.
"YES!"
I hit slapped her bottom with as much force as I could muster.
This wasn't even lust.
I drop my pants while I hold her down with one hand.
"Do you want it hard, baby?"
"YES!"
This was pent up animalistic frustration!
I force myself into her pussy in a single thrust.
"YES!",The voice was a combination of pleasure and pain.
I thrust again, deeper and harder.
"YES! AGAIN!"
Days of frustration and anger, are focused on the person in front of me.
I feel her on the edge of orgasm and I yank it away.
Pulling out of her pussy, I savagely push into her ass.
She came instantly, her breathing labored, sweat was literally dripping from her forehead.
I wasn't done.
Pure mechanics. 
This person wants to be used.  she got it.
My memory tells me of the conversation we had recently.
She gets up with a smile on her face, but I just throw her down on the bed and head towards the box she had mentioned that was hidden away.
With confident strides, I head towards her shoe closet.  After a few moments, I push the boxes to the side and find it.
Just where she mentioned.
I open the box.
Yes!
I head towards her with a purpose and she spots the look in my eye and spots whats in my hand.
There was no smile on my face.
But one crept on hers.
"GET BACK ON THE BED AND BEND OVER!" I growled.
That got her attention and threw herself back on the bed.
Her ass already had red marks where I spanked her briefly.
"Briefly" was not a word that was going to happen.
*WHACK!*
It's been years since I held a paddle, but this is one bike I never thought I'd ride again.
*WHACK!*
She lets out a yelp.  Her pussy betrays how turned on she is.
*WHACK!*
She's moaning now.
*WHACK!*
"OH GOD!"
*WHACK!*
It continued for several minutes.
She had one long orgasm after the 10th hit.
My arm was getting tired so I stopped.
Yes, Adrenalin and anger can only do so much.
I grabbed her by her hair and  pulled her towards my cock.
"You need to-"  She never
She never finished the sentence.
I MADE her suck my cock.
After I had my orgasm, I threw her back on the bed.
Without another word, I put on my pants and sneakers without my socks.
"You're leaving?"
"Yes."
No emotion.
I walked out to my car and hit the garage button, opened the car door and threw in the remainder of my clothes.
"HEY! Be sure to call-!"was all I heard when the door slammed.
Starting my car, I look out into the cloudy night.
Once again, matching my mood.
I drive off onto the slick streets with my blood still boiling.
*bzzz*
"That was fun! You were much better this time! Sharon." is what I read on the phone.
Well, at least I have a name now.
At the next light, I noticed the time on the dash:
12:30am December 25th.

Merry Fucking Christmas.