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.

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.

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.

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!"

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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.

Snobbery, Sanity, and Snow?

Yes.
Snow. Here in Houston.
This really has a tendency to put a crimp into my plans for making arrangements this week.
My initial plan was to simply head on home, answer emails, make a post or two, answer some phone calls to try to make this party a success.
By the time I get home, I'm frantic, annoyed, and somewhat dismayed by the lack of time I have been able to devote to this and I'm getting stressed.  Isn't a hobby supposed to be so you can RELAX? 
For some idiot reason, I schedule doctor appointments just before my parties and my blood pressure is through the roof.  He's convinced I have blood pressure.
When I have a friend check it AFTER a party, she just says that its normal, but that SHE needs a shot afterward.

A result of this, I actually have to share what one of my posts looks like.  I know I promised to myself (and maybe you) that I wouldn't do this, but I have a good chunk of wine in me and I thought it was, depending on your viewpoint, that I have totally gone off my rocker or really gotten into the holiday spirit.  I really don't expect anyone to reply to this but...anyway, here it is:

Show me your exhibitionist side of you.
What is your fantasy along those lines?
Perhaps you want to give us a view?
Whatever you want to share will be just fine.
In Real life or in mail whatever you share,
Believe me when I say, that I will truly care.

Show me your fantasy, and perhaps you will see,
that you may be able to live them through me. 

Okay, this acknowledges the fact that I'm no OEN as far as writing ability, but man, drinking makes it fun.

Maybe after I find a girlfriend who shares my interests it'll be much easier.
Any applicants?

And remember kids, friends don't let friends post when they're drunk.

Sucking Cock....

I was in a 4some with a friend of mine and a couple I recently met from craig's list and it was fun. I'll write about it later.

As I saw my buddy sucking cock (he obviously being Bi), I always wondered what it was like and I never really found it appealing.
With some rare exceptions, I don't find the male body all that appealing. In fact, I kinda' find it almost comedic and wonder why women don't giggle at even the most fit males when we (as a group) get nude in front of them.

Now, I understand that there are women that find giving a blowjob is more of a chore than something pleasurable. on the other hand, I've found women that give out blowjobs like handshakes and find them EXTREMELY pleasurable. Like many things, different people like different things.

Of course, I feel differently about the female body, but this post isn't about that.

I know I have at least a fourf readers, one of them a female at least and what I'm curious about is to what makes it appealing? Is it the texture, the sense of power (or submission as some say), the fun, the juicy center?

I tried asking my friend and several girls about it, but they don't have an appropriate answer. Of course, I think it could be that I'm standing there in front of them thinking I'm judging, which or not.
It's simply a curiousity I have about about the human animal and how they think. It's my weakness. I figure if I add it on here, I'll get some straight answers (even from Bi Men) on why it's so appealing or repulsive. Even have a new poll. :) Feel free to answer or leave a comment.

The women are there......now for the men...

Well, having lined up about 5 women, it is now getting down to looking for the men. I'll probably start the hunt for it in the next few days and see what the crowd is like. I'm picker about the men then the women. For some reason, there always seems to be an overabundance of jerks that try to get in.

This is where the phone interviews come in handy. I have a particularly good knack of picking out the weasels from getting in. I'm not like some of the OTHER gangbangs that CHARGE people $20-100 bucks to come to the party. Mine are free, now if you want to contribute to the room, then that's up to you, but that's pretty much how far it goes as far as "Money" goes.

It also amazes me how some of the guy's behavior is.

For one thing, they're getting laid. Now, I've had some VERY attractive women, but I've also had women that were less than stellar but generally had a just as good an attitude, if not outright enthusasism, for the party.

Some of the guys expect that the women that show up should look like Angelina Jolee. But if they had that kind of option, they wouldn't be at a gangbang to begin with.
MEN! I wonder why women tolerate us sometimes.

Now, you are all (all 4 of you reading this blog) on why it is taken so long to get this started. Simple. As much as I like getting laid and seeing naked women, life has this particularly annoying habit of rearing its ugly head.

Don't like it? Too bad, so sad.

Everyone needs a hobby...

About me:

There has been a few people that have written to me asking about my reasoning and life beyond the parties and I will oblige.

I am a straight 40 year-old hispanic man who is single of fairly unremarkable in appearance. I'm not TOO overweight, but my strength is my ability to be able to read people and to make them comfortable around me.

This is not to say that this translates to picking up women is a cinch, but I don't go out with a goal to "hook up" with someone, maybe to just meet someone new and see where it goes

I am, like most males, incredibly dense when picking up signals once they get closer to me emotionally. A case of far-sightedness when it comes to reading them, I guess.

This not to say I've been single all my life, but I have a daughter that has recently moved to another city, quite literally the same month she graduated from high school, but that's another story. My dating up until now has been filled with women of all walks of life, including three serious relationships, quite a number of dates and a surprising amount of FWBs and one-night-stands. Don't ask me for my number, don't count and its not polite to ask.

At some point I might go through the list as I remember them from the haze of the various orgies, threesomes, foursomes, bars, S&M clubs, and internet encounters.

Don't expect world class writing; i type this out on a PDA and do brief edits at home to disguise my writing style. The same includes for world shattering insights on things about sex, being single, or how to pickup women. Quite frankly, i don't think i am that bright. At least I am not as bright or eloquent as OEN.

You probably asked yourself about the "disguise my writing style" part. Let's say that i knew quite a few people in the corporate world, and i literally meet, on a professional level, hundreds of people a month. Don't be surprised if that it is me you encountered in your daily life and not even know it. You may see me at a club and I will literally be there to people watch and have a drink. More than a few people have commented that I don't look my age and can easily pass for a thirty something. I think those people are on crack or some other type of legal (or not) medications.

As far as my parties go, I don't know if you can call me a voyeur, a sexual addict, or any number of psychological maladies that people will armchair quarterback (speculate).

The people at my parties are those that I meet at a variety of places; craig's list, friends, former girlfriends, publications, and people I randomly meet. Like I said, I put people at ease.

But as to why I host these parties?

Everyone needs a hobby.