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.

When bloggers collide..

Over the past couple of weeks, a certain blogger (who I will refer to as "Starfish.") has contacted me, for what I believe is just a friendly chat in email.
No big deal, and our conversations delved into sex, relationships, our blogs and such.  It was a thrill for me to find someone I can talk to someone frankly about our various adventures and frustrations.  She was very intrigued on what happens "behind the posts" and got some juicy information.

We then got to talking about phone sex, online erotica and such.
The more we talked about it, I started to crave a bit for phone sex.  A lot.
Having decided to put an ad for phone sex, I didn't even get a nibble.


After I had relayed this to to her a bit, she shared how frustrated on how her promised encounter didn't pan out as well.


We were talking about some scenarios that got us both worked up.
"Can I call you?", I finally asked.
"Sure, wait a bit before you call, I want to get the toys out."  She quickly responded, relaying the proper information.

I pulled over to a discrete part of the gas station I was at and partook in a very hot session.  From what I could tell she had a very satisfying time and with a few well worded phrases, she got me over the edge.

We hastily had to end our phone conversation, but it most definitely took the edge off.
Later on in chat, I told her that I looked forward to more conversations like that.

Seperate ways?

I paid a visit with Sharon last week for some fun sex, and apparently, she is having some misgivings since our last adventure.  While our encounter was satisfying, I could tell she was a bit more distracted than usual afterward.  She confessed that she had fun, but that she felt that a line was crossed in her cheating and needed sometime to reflect about her marriage, her sex life, and her life overall. 
Asking what she had in mind, she said she still wants to see me occasionally, but only under the rules we established several months ago.
We agreed that that would be our only means of communication for now unless she initiates it.

"I hope you understand, I really enjoy my time with you." was her response after we agreed to the rules.
"That's okay, and I understand." was my response.  I totally respected where her head was at.
"But, I will leave it up to you if you want it rough or not, I love how you handle me." she said with some hope in her voice.
"Your body is fun to play with, I'll watch for the cock signal." I tenderly nudge her with my hip on my way out the door.
"When you see the signal, I'm always ready for you." she said with a giggle, and with that she gave me a kiss through the car window before hitting the garage button.

For what I suspect is the last time, I backed my car out out of the sleeping neighborhood and into the dark.

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.

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'.