Rant about types

Types.  Apparently women have types of men that they like.  Apparently men do too.  Do I have a type of woman that I like - sort of  - I like women to me female.  I mean really, how can there be a type of person that you are attracted to?  I find something attractive in just about every person I meet.  I just don't understand it.
See, the problem is that I am apparently not the type of man that women think they want.  I am not tall, I am not rugged, I am not an alpha mail type.  No, I am only 5' 6" tall.  I am in decent shape.  I don't look any where near my age.  But the real problem is that I am a nice guy.  I am sweet, caring, affectionate and supportive.  Most women figure this out and they assume I am some sort of push over or something - I don't know what they think.  The fact is that I am as stubborn a person as you will ever meet.  I am not a push over by any standard.  The fact is that my priorities are different from pretty much everyone I know.  My number one priority, what makes me happiest, is to make other people happy.  I love doing it.  Because of that I am often willing to do whatever people want to do. I guess that makes me look bad in too many peoples eyes.  How fucked up is that?
Most of all I love making my wife happy.  That is what matters to me more than anything else.  Trust me when I tell you, that is a full time job.  I don't say that as a criticism, just a fact.  She is a very needy person and I am a very giving person.  That makes us well suited for each other.  I would likely drive anyone else nuts - smother them is the expression I believe. 
What's my point? 
Why the fuck would someone have a type?  Why would they define some specific set of parameters that a person must fall into in order to be interesting or attractive to them?  That is so limiting and so blinding.  When you find someone with the qualities you think you want you tend not to notice the negative qualities that come along with them - you are blinded to them.

Like the title says, this is just a rant - this is just me whining and bitching.
Thanks for listening.

Touching

Touching.
That is what I really like.
It isn't the sex I want.  I just want to touch.
Maybe my hands are unusually sensitive.  When I am concentrating on what I am doing, when I am really focused on her, I can feel the touching, almost a reflection.
If I am caressing her back, I can feel it on my own back.  It is almost like a ghost touch, a guide, telling me where and how to slide my hands.
I know the guide is true from the moaning response she always gives me.

That is what I want.
Her pleasure.
I love giving pleasure.
There is nothing so beautiful; nothing so satisfying as giving a woman an orgasm.
I love it.

A woman's back. 
There is nothing so sexy as a woman's back.
I did not choose the example above by accident.
I love caressing a woman's back.
Most often I will start withe her hair, playing with her hair a bit.
Then her neck.  The neck is so beautifully sensitive; particularly behind the ears.
I am most sensitive to the upper back and shoulders.
My guide lets me know what to do. 
The whole back is so smooth.
That shape
that smooth lone from the neck, the flair of the hips, all the way down to a shapely ass.
That shape is so feminine
That shape is Woman and it reeves my desire unlike any other.

When I go to a strip club near by
I get a lap dance. 
This club is liberal and allows plenty of caressing.
There are two things I love the most.
First, is when she sits on my lap, facing away from me.
I love to slide my hands up her silky smooth back, up to her shoulders,
Pull her back into me.
Run my hands back down her back,
Hold onto her hips as I grind up into her rolling hips.

I also like it when she sits in my lap facing me.
I wrap my arms around her
Lean my face into her neck and jaw
Caress her back, holding her close to me.

I love touching women's backs.

Sometimes I fall into the same trap as so many people and see touching as taint amount to/same as sex. 
It isn't.
And if it is?  So what.
A promise of fidelity is made out of fear.
Fear that one person will leave the other.
If that is true, sex is not the issue.
Still, I try to respect this since so many people see it that way.
For me, touching is good.
Friends that feel close to and attracted to one another should touch.
The should caress, kiss and perhaps bring each other off.
They don't have to fuck
They don't even have to suck
It is an expression of affection.
It is a mutual show of love and friendship.

Still, most people don't see it that way.

Oh Well.

In the Office

What a quiet day at work.  I swear it feels like a Friday. There is nobody around.  Too bad it’s a Thursday.  I have been sitting here in front of my PC for way too many hours.  I find a small thing here and there to amuse me but it never lasts very long.  Ugh – fuck this, I am going for a stroll around the office and see if ANYTHING is going on. 

Sure enough, this place is like some sort of tomb; a nicely appointed one with plenty of wonderful art on the walls, but a tomb none the less.  I walk by one empty cubical after the next.  Every one of the offices is abandoned.  I begin to wonder if everyone else knows something I don’t.  I am about to give up hope of finding any signs of life when I come upon Melissa’s cubical. 

To my great surprise and delight she is sitting there in her chair.  I take a few moments to simply look at her.  On the most average of days she is a delightful vision.  She is tall, perhaps five feet ten inches, with long dark hair and glittering hazel eyes.  She is a statuesque woman, a beautiful face and plenty of curves.  Some may think she is too big, that she needs to loose weight.  Not me!  When ever I see her hips sway as she walks by I can’t help but see the exact places I want to grab a hold of her so that I can thrust into her over and over again.  In any case, that is how I see her on an average day.  Today is not an average day.  I have been wandering the desert of human contact and have found an oasis of such magnificence as to blind my senses.  Her lips are moist and seem to pout just a bit.  Her firm breasts press against her blouse, a slight fold starts at one of her nipples and drapes down in front of her.  As is often the case she is dressed in one of her skirt suits.  Her coat is off and hanging over the back of her chair. I am some what surprised to see the same listless look in her eyes as I know pours out from mine.

Suddenly my body is moving of its own will.  I enter her cubical and stand right beside her.  She turns and looks up at me, a friendly smile of welcome for ending her isolation.  I reach down and unzip my trousers, pulling my semi hard cock from within.  She looks at it for a moment, there just below her eye level.  Then, with a small shrug of her shoulders she reaches up and takes hold of my shaft.  Slowly she runs her hand up and down my length, bringing me quickly to full erection.  Now she firmly grasps my member as she brings it closer to her lips.  Her lips open and out snakes her tongue.  With several adept flicks she has my pulsing head covered in her sweet saliva.   Now she puts the entire purplish head between her soft red lips and gently begins to suck.  I moan so sincerely that she smiles around my cock.  Her tongue flicks out and wets more of my shaft.  I can feel my heart beating in the pulsing of my cock.  Her hand continues to pull my skin up and down the solid meat of my dick while her lips travel further down my length with each bob of her head.  Up and down my cock her lips slide, more and more of her saliva drips down to my base.  She is a woman of wonderful talent; she gives a great juicy blow.  The silent office now echoes with the juicy sounds of her sucking sex.  Faster and faster she bobs her head, taking nearly my entire length now.  I am frozen in ecstasy as I hold on to her soft brown hair and thrust my hips up to meet her oral ministrations.

Her face has always been so beautiful but never could I have been prepared for the beauty of seeing my cock between her lips and her perfectly shaped eyes looking up at me, now fogged with unadulterated lust.  I use my shaking fingers to brush the hair back from her face and then hold on to the sides of her head as she brings me close to bursting.  I feel my cock swell further as my entire groin grows scalding hot with pending eruption.  I manage to groan that I am going to cum; she purrs with muffled expression of delight.  My chest tightens and constricts my breathing as I count to three and release into her mouth.  She sucks me hard like a straw, drawing every drop of lust from my balls.  I even feel the rattle at then end as she sucks in futility for the stray liquid at the bottom.  I simply moan as I feel the warmth of satisfied bliss spread through me.  My knees give way and I collapse to the floor.  She looks down at me and smiles in smug satisfaction.  I smile back with evil plans of my own.

I guess she had decided to flaunt her feminine prowess of complete sexual control over me.  She never expected me to bend her over her desk and lift her skirt over her hips.  Still, she does not resist nor struggle as I pull the crotch of her naughty little g-string to the side.  There, displayed in front of me is the beauty of a juicy female slit.  Now I know how much she enjoyed my cock; so much so that her soft little cunt is dripping with evidence.  I lean forward and run my tongue up and down the entire length of her feminine folds.  It seems she can not help herself either for now the barren office echoes with her lustful sighs of wanton pleasure.  I continue with gentle ministrations for the moment, taking my time to explore her most private flesh.  Her taste is exquisite; I cup my mouth over her mound and let her juices pour out of my mouth.  I burry my nose into her canyon and inhale her fuck-me syrup.  My tongue curves up and down her cunt, from her engorged and pulsing clit to her puckered and pungent ass.  I stop at her clit and swirl my tongue around it, she moans to acknowledge her agreement.  Next I stop at her pussy and slip my tongue inside of her, again she grunts her yea.  Now I swirl my tongue around her tight sphincter of an ass.  She suddenly gulps her breathe in surprise but can’t help but press her dirty little hole hard against my wriggling tongue.  I pierce her tight hole and taste her pungent flavor, her moan comes from so deep inside her I swear I can hear her Australian accent.  Back and forth I work three more times and now her legs are trembling.  Her voice cries out, begging me to finish her.  I plunge two fingers into her ass and two more into her sopping pussy.  My tongue swirls her clit four more times before I bite down on the bud and make her shiver in ecstatic trembling of orgasm. 

Her breathing is rough as she tries to catch her breath.  Still she does not move as I stand and look down upon the wondrous beauty of her ass pointing up at me.  Her lips are open in a juicy display of juicy depraved lust.  My cock is once again so swollen that it pulsates in front of me.  I waste no time but simply lean forward and plunge into her sloppy cunt.  She cries out once again in surprise as I grab those marvelous hips of hers and thrust deeply into her.  By now all thought has left me and I simply live for the sensation of her juicy hole.  My cock pounds into her with such violent rhythm that the cubical walls sway and shake, precariously on the edge of collapse.  She screams out as I feel my balls once again boil forth my spastic spew of cum.  She pushes back against me for those final thrusts of hard cock that sends her over the cascading falls of orgasmic bliss.

Once done we both straighten our clothes and for a moment stand and stare into each others eyes.  She smiles at me and with that fantastic accent of her simply says “thank you, and I will see you tomorrow”.

Sex in the city - The Hotel

This is (finaly) a continuation of this story.

Boy did she tease me on the way to the hotel. I didn't care about the cabbie but she did I suppose. Still, once we were at the hotel and up in her room I was glad for her restraint. Our time together will be something for both of us to remember for a very long time. I wanted to rip off her clothes an ravish her. She is standing by the bed, waiting for me to make a move. I imagine that, after her flight and that cab ride she could use some freshening up and almost suggested it but than a rather wicked thought came to me. She had teased me so mercilessly and now it was my turn.
I walk up to her, kiss her once before turning he around. I pull her body against mine, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my bulge against her sexy ass. I begin caressing her, running my hands over luscious body, caressing her long graceful neck. I kiss her neck and ears, whispering to her about how sexy she is, about all of the ways in which I am going to take her. One hand caresses her wonderful breasts, playing with her nipples through her shirt. The other hand slides down between her legs. Even through her jeans I can feel how hot and wet she is but is my sexy Trickie hot enough for me to get her off with her clothes still on? I begin to work inherent in earnest. I caress and massage her hot pussy through
her jeans. I pinch her nipples, nibble her ear, grind my throbbing cock against her ass. Finally she begins to moan and thrust her crotch up against my hand. I can hear her moaning. Her body is shaking, her legs get weak but I hold her up. I hear her whisper "fuck me" but I tell her not yet - first I want her to cum in her panties. She moans and proteas but it is cut short. I thrust my hips against her ass and wiggle my fingers hard against her broth. She let's out a yelp and begins to climax. I feel her shaking, her breathing paralyzed for a few moments. Finally her body relaxes and she let's out a moaning sigh.
I pick her up and lye her down on the bed, softly kissing her and whispering about how beautiful she is. I het up and walk away, moments later she can hear water running for her bath. I walk back in and begin undressing. I can see that smile on her face as her eyes drink in the sight of my nakedness. I walk to the bed and begin undressing her as well. I am struck dumb by the sight of her naked body. We walk into the bathroom together.

Sex in the City, part 2

I am waiting for Trickie (read this first)

I am trying to wait patiently for her but I must be failing. My insides are boiling over with such tumultuous anticipation that I am amazed that I am not shaking. I keep scanning the crowd, trying to recognize her from those few pictures she has shared with me. I begin to wonder if I will recognize her. She steps out from behind a lost and wandering family of tourists. Instantly I know. That has to be her, I am drawn to her, pulled by that wonderful magic that links some people. I call to her. She smiles at me and stops where she is. How can I possibly describe the vision? Gorgeous! That is as close as my words can get. I walk up to her, reach out and pull her into my arms. The warmth of her soft body pressing against mine causes me to moan a small sigh. I hold her beautiful face in my hands and lean forward, touching my lips to her. She responds passionately. My lips part, our tongues meet and I slide my hands over her shapely figure. For several minutes we stand there, lost in our first kiss. I am sure we get many stares but I couldn't care less; they should just be glad I have enough restraint to not take here right then and there (though I did think about it for a moment). Finally our lips part, we stare into each other eyes.
"Hello" my voice comes out low and breathy.
She smiles "Hello". Her voice is so melodic.
I take her hand and begin to leashed out of the airport. I have no choice, I must get her alone. I need her so badly, I can hardly think of anything else. We stand in the cab line, talking some but spending more of our effort lightly caressing and kissing one another. We finally climb into the cab and direct him to the hotel in Manhattan.
Now begins the long cab ride there!

Sex In The City: An Interactive Sex Blog

Trickie, my lover

For months now we have been exchanging emails online; working each other up to heights of pure horny passion that I find it difficult to think.  Over and over again I have found myself reading her blog and emails only to wind up with a throbbing hard on that will not go away.  Time and again I have tried to convince myself that she is not real; how can anyone be that beautiful, that passionate and that honest all at the same time.  Sure enough though, she will be here within the hour and I will need to but my money where my mouth is.  The question is, can I perform as well as I write?  Well, if she is even half as magnificent as she seems, I don’t think I will be lacking for any motivation.  A stray thought flashes through my mind and catches my attention; “If you have an erection lasting longer than four hours you should contact your doctor as this may be a sign of a condition called priapism”.  How long have I been thinking about her? Since I woke up this morning?  Fuck, I better sit down and relax a bit.  Ok, so I admit it, I am at the airport already – a bit early, to say the least.  Well, you never know how long it will take to get her!  Yea right, nice excuse.  So, I find a bar and order a drink; “Scotch on the rocks please, but just one, thank you”.  I relax for a bit, trying to think of something else but failing miserably.  It is about half an hour before her scheduled arrival so I call her cell and leave her a voicemail letting her know I am here.

I relax back into my seat, feeling my imagination wash over me.  There she is, as I have imagined her time and time again.  Of all the fantasies I have ever had she is the most vivid; I have never felt someone’s skin so intensely.  How can my mind create the sensation of her soft smooth skin sliding against mine?  I can feel the tender skin of her thigh against my cheek, the engorged flesh of her outer lips against my own lips as I spread them apart with my tongue.  I can smell her erotic musk as I tease out the juice from within her succulent pussy.  I have never wanted to suck a woman’s pussy as badly as I want hers. 

The images change; I am on my back, she is climbing on top of me; I feel that velvety flesh of her feminine folds envelop my throbbing cock.  Inch by fucking inch I feel her take me into her.  I stare into those hypnotically beautiful eyes of hers as she lowers herself on me…

That is when my phone a ding, letting me know it is time for her plane to land…it is time for me to live out my greatest fantasy.

Definition of Beauty

At some point in my life I came up with a definition of what is beautiful.  I will not go into the exact details as to what prompted this but the definition has stuck with me:

Something is beautiful when looking at it, hearing it, feeling it, smelling it, tasting it or thinking it makes you feel happy.

Pretty simple really but it has made a huge difference in my life.  I recognize so many people around me as beautiful.  Being aware of it has made me even happier.

Where Am I?

So, I have been lost for some time now - unable to find that part of my being that spews forth erotic words and images.  I am hoping that it is coming back but it is a frustrating road.  I find it hard to enjoy the fantasies without having the opportunity to have that gorgeous woman sucking me or spreading her legs for me so I can slide into her.  I need to touch her, feel her.

By Myself

The hard flesh is in my hand. I feel the soft skin slide back and forth over the hard muscled beneath.  I watch and feel as I pull back and forth over my pulsing cock.  I look in the full length mirror in front of me and watch as I slowly jack my dick.  I enjoy watching, I love the feeling.  I lightly move the skin up and down the hard length then I squeeze the base tightly.  I use my other hand to stroke my balls.  With one hand I hold the head of my cock while the other grasps the base of my shaft and my balls together, stroking up and over them, then back down.  I hold the base of my cock below my balls with one hand while sliding the other up and down my shaft.  I lean forward and spit on my shaft, the lube allowing me to slide more easily.  I slide my hand up over the head then back down, simulating entering a wight wet cunt. I watch my cock, then watch the mirror.  Back and forth while my hands slide up and down.  I feel a stirring in my balls and I squeeze my dick harder.  I walk away from the mirror and lay back on the bed.  I thrust my hips upward into my hand.  My eyes clothes as I wrap both hands around my cock and begin pumping into them.  Faster and faster, I can feel my eruption building.  I groan deep in my throat as I begin to cum.  I pump on, squeezing my shaft and groaning again.  My slippery white cum bursts from the tip and then pours over my hand.  I use it to lube my cock some more and continue to pump.  I want it again.  I can not normally go straight on and normally loose interest but today I need more.  I pump myself some more as I deflate and then begin to stiffen once more.
Since I can not have what I really need I will pump every drop out that I can manage.

Waves at the Party

After the noise of the party this room is quiet; quiet enough that I can hear the sheets move as she settles herself on the bed.  The room is small, the size and darkness closes us in and we are cradled in our own warm space.  I do not know her but here she is naked and waiting for me.  I remove the last of my clothing and settle into the sheets next to her.  The feel of her body touching mine is a relief that courses through me, removing the anxiety and frustration.  Her arms curl around me and I take her into my arms.  We kiss; her lips are silkily delicious.  I take my time, tasting her, savoring her delicious bouquet.  My hand tours her soft body; her delicate curves, delighting in her supple flesh.  I feel her every movement and hear her every sigh.  I engulf her with my meditation; my entire being focused on her.  I feel her presence with my mind as well as my body.  I touch her with thought as well as hand.  I am completely aware of her. I can feel what she feels. I know how my caresses thrill her, where to slide my hand next.  Our movements have become a symphony as we begin to compose something so beautiful and yet fleeting; each moment building on the creation of the previous. 

I pull her against me as I enter her.  She leans her head back and moans. I lean my head forward and bite her tender neck; devouring her, gorging on her delicate shivers of hedonistic indulgence.  Our bodies are flat against one another; my arms along her sides and my hands on the back of her shoulders, pulling her into me as I roll my hips into her.  I can sense the tide of fervor within her; our rhythms slightly different.  I alter my breathing, matching hers.  I can feel the swells of my pleasure harmonize with hers.  I discern our path. I can anticipate the progress. I can choose a more leisurely path, taking us on twists and turns; no interest in rushing to the end. 

I am washed away on a new feeling.  Her passion pours into me and I feel my dam break.  For the first time I am lost in rapture.  For the first time I let go of my defenses; all control is lost, I go where the tides take me.  I feel her hold onto me, we drift along together.  I am within her, sliding in and out, engulfed in her feminine hold.  I do not know where I am but neither do I care.  I bask in the erotic flood, no longer caring for anything else.

Eventually I come back to myself.   I feel her in my arms, I hold her close and revel in the glow.

Another Quandary

Where has the thrill gone? I normally get such a salacious charge out of writing fantasies but for a couple of weeks now it has not been the case. I feel apathy for imaginings. I am bored with stories, pictures and movies. I assume what I need is reality; an actual encounter but I suppose that is true for many of us.
So, how do I get the stimulation back? Where is the muse to draw out my passions?

Mirror Mirror On the Wall: HNT #3

Mirror Mirror On the Wall

Trying to satisfy my voyerism

Ok, so I have not had any responses from people here in NYC willing to let me indulge in my voyeuristic nature and I was feeling a bit frisky today so I decided to visit the one strip club downtown.  It is a nice enough little club and the lady that I went ahead and got a dance from was VERY gorgeous but in the end it reminded me why I don't frequent these clubs.  First of all there is the $11 beer, which admittedly is not uncommon for this town.  A few years ago I tried a different club when I worked up in midtown and the ladies in that club were just plain surly.  The ladies here were very friendly and sweet and had me relaxed.  So I get the dance and it was nice enough but this city has become so puritanical that the ladies can only go topless.  Still, she was sweet and did lots of grinding, kissing my cheek some and putting her pert little breasts in my face.  She also let me get away with little kisses on her cheek, shoulder, neck and between her breasts.  So, for what it was, she did a good job but still not worth $20.  I should just save the $31 and put it towards visiting a professional.  It may not be so legal but I bet it is a whole lot more fun.

Sitting at my Desk

We had been flirting for the last few weeks.  She likes to flirt but always makes it clear that it will never go further - she never would with a married man.  She is so gorgeous, her body so fit from all her yoga and jogging.  Her personality is so fiery, the feisty Latina that she is. 
The day has started like so many, we say hello, I wink, she smiles.  I write a few suggestive emails, she responds encouragingly.  As always I make an inappropriate offer for her to come to my office so we can close the door.  At some point she has trouble with her computer so I come out to help her.  As I am sitting there in her chair, waiting for her machine to reboot, I turn and look at her, sitting on the edge of her desk.  We are chatting, making eye contact.  She is wearing one of her sexy skirts.  Today I am bold; I reach over and caress her calf.  She just smiles at me.  Someone walks by so I remove my hand.  Once they are gone I replace my hand but this time I slide it up further.  She locks eyes on mine.  I expect her to stop me bu she doesn't.  I slide my hand up further, above her knee and her response is to part her legs.  My heart is beating faster, how far will she go?  My hand is now under her skirt; she places her hand on my shoulder but not to stop me.  I slide further - her panties are lace.  I begin to rub her, she is becoming wet.  She is breathing hard now.  I take the chance, I push her panties to the side, she opens her legs more.  I slide my finger up and down her slit, she is becoming very wet.  I make circles around her slit, she moans a little.  I then slide a finger into her.  Finally she stops me.  She takes my arm and leads me to my office.  We close the door, she sits on the edge of my desk and parts her legs.  I reach under her skirt and pull her panties off.  I bring them to my nose and sniff them before placing them on my desk.  My fingers slide back inside her and she moans.  I begin to pump her slowly, using my thumb to play with her clit.  She leans forward and grabs my shoulder as she begins to shake and squeak.  I love watching her cum, it is so beautiful. She leans over and kisses me.

I expect that things are done and thus am surprised when she gets on her knees.  She looks me right in the eye as she undoes my pants.  I lift my hips as she pulls my pants and short down around my ankles.  She finally breaks eye contact when she leans forward and takes my cock into her mouth.  In all my life only my wife has ever sucked my cock.  Was I surprised at what I had been missing.  My sweet sexy Latina sucked me off and brought me to bliss.  He lips felt so good wrapped around me.  It did not take too long, which is just as well since I could hear the occupants of the offices around me returning from lunch.  I stiffen and blow, she sucks it all down.  She pulls up my pants.  I begin to pull her panties back up but stop to quickly kiss her sweet pussy, I let my tongue snake out and slither up between her lips.  She moans but stops me, telling me not now.

One more kiss and she walks back to her desk

I love work!

Voyeur - Exibitionist

From the title you should be able to guess what this is about.  I want to watch and be watched.  I am trying to find the best way to find women, men or couples to have a little voyeuristic fun with.  I would love to watch a woman pleasure herslef, or a man pleasure himself but best of all would be to watch a couple going at it.  Porn is just so - I don't know - unfulfilling.  I want to be there in person.  Strip clubs, especialy herer in NYC are just no fun.  I can watch but I can't pull out my cock and give it a nice tug when I need to.  Also, the environment in those places is just so much about money, money, money that it is no fun at all. 

So, who out there is a voyeur or an exibitionist?  Tell me aout your fantasies and adventures.  If you are in NYC and want to have some adventures - let me know.

What are fantasies?

I started this blog in order to explore my sexual fantasies; to try to understand them.  Why do I have the fantasies I do?  Are my fantasies only exciting if I think of them as becoming real?   This is what I really struggle with because the answer to that one is yes.  In order for a fantasy to really turn me on I have to frame it in my mind as a potential reality.  I can certainly tell stories that are purely imagination but in order for them to arouse me I have to imagine them as real. I have to feel her against me, imagine touching her, hearing her, smelling her.

I have tendencies that would put me within the polyamory world I suppose; though I have never been one for holding with any system of beliefs.  I feel what I feel and cannot convince myself to do otherwise – I suppose I am too honest for my own good.  My wife understands to a certain extent but certainly not enough to ever make it a reality; at least as things stand now.  She likes to tell stories, roll-play.  I suppose I should exploit that more.  The fact is that sex with her takes a lot of mental effort on my part so all too often I feel too tired to invent a good story and make it arousing for both of us.  That is terribly lazy of me since that could be the very thing that leads to greater things.  So, I will work on that.

How do you feel?  Do your fantasies have to feel like reality in order to arouse you? 

Want a peak? HNT #2

Is it warm in here?

I am stressed

Today I have one of those situations where I just have to sit around and wait for many hours to hear if a loved one is going to be ok. I try to stay busy at work and that helps some but only in fits and starts. What I really need is something I can not help but pay attention to. One thing that comes to mind is a beautiful naked woman that I can explore with my hands, lips and tongue for hours.
Any volunteers?

A Night Out

Janice was at the table with Aaron and Masami.  I had left on the pretense of needing the restroom but the real reason was the invitation I read in the eyes of Caprice, the hostess that seated us.  I had watched her walk off to a corner on the far side of the room and then she suddenly disappeared.  I assumed there must be a door I cannot see from here.  I quickly make my way to where I saw her disappear and sure enough there is a small doorway with a curtain hanging across it.  I push the curtain aside enough to peek through and see a dark, narrow hall way.  With a deep breath I step through into the hallway and follow the path I am sure the dark beauty of Caprice had traveled just moments before. The hallway ends at a T intersection.  For a moment I am not sure which way to turn, so I follow my instinct and turn left.  Sure enough, a moment later I see the petite figure of Caprice facing away from me.  She seems to be looking at something on a small desk.  I take a moment to admire her curvaceous form and her lustrous dark hair.  She is wearing all black, a rather feminine tank top with spaghetti straps and fitted but not overly tight pair of jeans.  I can see the colorful tattoo on her right shoulder.  I look closely at it and where it disappears under her clothing. 

Time to see if I read her eyes correctly; I walk up behind her and without a word lean forward and place a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder. 

“Mmmmm good.  I was hoping you understood “, she says to me without turning her head.  I slide an arm around her tiny waist and pull her back against me while I move my kisses from her shoulder, up her neck to her ear.  She moans again and I can feel my cock stiffen at the sound.  I pull her against me so my hardness nestles between her shapely ass cheeks.  I slide my other hand down her shoulder to her back and then around front, where I caress her chest and shoulders before moving down to her firm breasts.  She moans again then turns her head, seeking my lips with her own.  I give her what she wants.  Our lips meet and our tongues dance.  My hand slides down from her waist, stops to unbutton her pants, then slides inside them.  Normally I would take my time and tease her outside her panties but we don’t have the time right now.  I slip my hand into her panties to find her bare slit.  I tease her folds, wanting to work her up.  Meanwhile I have my other hand up her shirt and under her bra.  I am caressing her soft breast, stopping to circle her nipple with my finger before pinching it.  She moans and bucks her hips against me.  I make a mental note for the future; Caprice has very sensitive nipples. 

I can feel that her slit is becoming wet; just what I need to slide my finders between her lips.  I slide my fingers up and down her slit, parting them more with each pass.  I continue to explore her feminine folds, looking for her most sensitive spots.  I dip a couple of fingers into her and she reacts strongly.  I pull my fingers out and circle them around her swollen clit; she moans and bucks her hips into my hand.  I continue this action for several minutes: sliding my fingers into her for a couple of thrusts then circling her clit.  Caprice is one hot woman.  It does not take long before I can feel her beginning to tense up and lose control.  I help her on; I suck on her earlobe and pinch her nipple.  That does it.  She lets out a guttural moan and spasms before going completely rigid.  She holds that for several moments.  I don’t think she is even breathing.  Then she gasps and spasms once more.  I feel her flinch a little and realize her clit has become too sensitive.  I move to caressing her whole body with broad gentle strokes of both hands.  She begins to purr at me. 

Without a word she turns towards me and gives me a deep kiss before dropping to her knees.  I cannot believe my luck.  Sure I want her to do something for me, though to be honest I was thrilled just to be able to get her off.  A quick zip and a little shuffling later and my throbbing cock is out in the open.  The feeling of her mouth and tongue on the head as her delicate hand work up and down the shaft is more than I can stand.  I want to make this sensation last longer but I also know I need to get back to the table soon.  I run my fingers through her thick dark hair and tell her I am going to cum.  Instead of pulling me out she takes me deep, deeper than I expected. That does it; I lose my load in her mouth.  She pulls all but the head out of her mouth and swallows what I give.  I grunt and moan and do everything I can to stay standing.  Once my cock finishes its twitching she swallows me once more and seems to suck me clean. 

With my cock still hanging out I pull her to her feet and pull her close against me.  I kiss her deeply.  I slide my hands down her pack and into her pants, grabbing that amazing ass.  I can’t help myself; I push her pants and panties down.  She gasps and pulls herself closer to me.  My semi-hard cock slides between her legs and rubs up against her moist slit.  We caress and kiss for several minutes, bucking our hips against one another.  The feeling is amazing as my cock suddenly gets hard again.  I never enter her; somehow it seems too soon for that.  Instead I rub my cock back and forth between her lips.  That, however, is enough for both of us.  Caprice begins to whimper and pull me harder against her.  I moan and buck.  She clamps her eyes closed and presses her face into my shoulder.  I hold her close as I begin to cum again.  There is not much to squirt but it feels amazing none the less. 

We stand there gasping, holding onto each other in shocked surprise.  Finally we pull apart and begin to straighten ourselves out.  Caprice turns and begins to write on the back of one of the clubs cards.  She turns and hands it to me.

“I don’t care what you say.  I don’t care what your wife says.  I don’t care what my boyfriend says.  You are now my lover and that is that.  On that card are my number and my address.  I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen; you will be at that address tomorrow night at 11:00 sharp.  If you can make me cum twice so easily and so quickly I will be expecting the fuck of my life.”

And with that she walks down the hall way, leaving me dumbfounded, amazed and completely turned on.

The most beatufuly somber song ever

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

I know this song was originaly done by Tears for Fears, and I do like their version, but to me it is the Gary Jules version that truly captured the beauty of this song.  There is one part in particular that always grabs me (besides the chorus of course):

And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

Growing up we moved around A LOT.  My memories of most of my childhood are rather blury and sketchy at best - an image here and there.  No, my father was not in the military.  I honestly cannot tell you why we moved so much but as I have done some research into my family geneology I find my family has been like this for many generations; perhaps not as bad as this, but each generation seems to have lived somewhere else.  My family though - wow. Until 5th grade I did not go to a school for more than one year.  There was even one year I went to three different schools (I was held back that year as a result).  Then I stayed in the same school for fifth and sixth grades.  Then it was time to head off to junior high.  By then my family had moved just enough that I had to enroll in the other school district in town, so effectivly I was a new student again.  So seventh and eighth I spent at the same school.  Time for High School - guess what - back to the other school district.  So now I was settled - sort of.  For my junior year we moved far enough away that I had to go to a different school.  ABout halfway through the year my parents found out they would be moving out of state.  By this time my older sister had gotten married and moved out and she lived closer to my original high school so my parents managed to arrange for me to go back to that hight school for the second half of my junior year - and I moved in with my sister and her husband.  At the end of that school year my parents and younger siblings moved away.  I stayed and graduated from high school.

So, I (and my older sister) had been the perpetual new students.