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?