getting these out of order..

skip down if you've not read the previous.... so I'm invited to do the honors...which means off comes the faux fur and on to the massage table she goes...yes they have their own table. Nice chat and massage goes on for an appropriate time...this is easy..they're obviously steady fuck buddies...sexually uninhibited and into this...the massage is genuine and she seems to appreciate it. Nice black panties...I'm not sure of the appropriate description...black, lacy...a wide horizontal stripe across the top of her ass with basically a thong dropping down. Bra came off at some point...don't recall when. She's tall and thin...a slightly wide ass, but very nice... Gorgeous smile. We work around her, we talk both about how the massage changes and is ruined once it becomes sexual...cue to continue nicely....and how when turned on by a legit massage how it's hard to show that you'd like more...cue for this to become more.

fingers on pussy..very gently, ass raised and back arched... roll over. nice tits, not big but round and full. "why don't you two get naked?" We do so. He's got a pierced cock..just below his dick so the rings hit clit when doing doggy... I'm having a bit of a time getting hard when still concentrating on making her feel good...before long she's got a hard cock in each hand. He and I suck, tease and lick her nipples...we both stop at the same time without trying and she comments on what a tease that is.

Blindfold is put on her.

More touching, now fingers free to touch pussy, her knees part. She strokes...we suck her tits... He adjusts the massage table so her head is free to hang off the edge...he feeds her cock...I move down...licking her pussy lips gently at first...kissing, then licking broadly, wetly up and down. I move up onto the table, wonder just for a moment if it will hold both of us and proceed to go down on her. I lick her up and down...work fingers in and out and eventually spread her and work her clit as quickly with my tongue as possible...she's heaving and moaning and I'm unable to see but it sounds like she's got a mouth full of cock. The time comes and it's time to switch. I lick her lips...touch her mouth, put my cock there...she's unsure which she'll get next. I move to where I'm able to fuck into her mouth. She cups my ass and pulls me deep...I fuck deep into her throat and it is nothing short of amazing. "fuck..." I recoil and hold my cock to keep from cumming...she asks...I don't explain..forgetting that she's blindfolded. I fuck her throat...she's not giving me head...she's pulling my ass, pulling my hips...I'm fucking her throat...there is nothing hotter...he's fucking her hard now and when I do pull back her breath is in gasps... Count the CDs on the shelf to keep from cumming. My hands on her tits, bend down and suck them, concentrate on making it feel good for her to keep from cumming... I'm saved from saying Uncle...she says "enough" and clumsily takes the blindfold off... Let's go up she says....

Two steps up, on the other side of the railing is a fold out couch turned bed...first position, me astride her, my cock in her mouth, him behind me fucking her missionary. Next...my chance to fuck that pussy... He licks her clit as I fuck her. He's back in, carrying me now...change of condoms for me. She sucks more...moves to doggy...he fucks, she turns I fuck, she sucks him. We switch and he fucks doggy...I crawl in beneath to lick her clit...she goes down...we 69 and she sucks me hard..and makes me cum while he fucks and I do my best to get at her clit.... She mounts him and they get close and intimate...I play with her ass...she cums...his turn...doggy from standing off the bed...we collapse...

back and a threesome today...

hmm, so back.

The need to write? a function of guilt and the blade runner. Today I enjoyed and underperfomed during an incredible threesome. Tonight I watched a TIVO version of the blade runner...the first film in which I saw tits if memory serves and at one point Mr Rutger Hauer seems to speak directly to me...(the me that polished off the bottle of shiraz my wife opened with her church ladies steering commitee this evening) when he said..."you better get it up, er I'm gonna haf ta kill ya"

fuck. where to start. well lurid content fans...lowest common denominator always seemed to get the most comments... Today I joined a couple for a threesome.

Today, I posted on a web site that I would be interested in meeting a couple. I posted a nude picture and left a message that was intended to convey that I was genuine, smart and classy. Much to my surprise I had a reply within a few hours and after a brief yahoo chat I was sure that I'd found a couple that was legit. fast forward to our "long lunch". loft apartment downtown...no I'm no longer in the 616 area code...but anyway, downtown. I don't know if I've ever been in a loft apartment before but they're how you imagine or see on TV. Open space...of course it's set up as a photo studio...back drop, flat black paint on tripods and stands, a directors chair. But before seeing all that I buzzed...came up...knocked and they didn't hear initially...she answered...faux fur and thigh high boots...late thirties...short brown hair, sexy highlights. brown eyes...fucking hot. Him, black turtle neck or henley (of course), bald, artsy looking but a bit taller than me...this must be his studio. He's in the circle...adult but still playing...in the city...it's about looking good. She's a flight attendant. One of the last hot ones...senior enough to do international and first class, not bitchy but she's got no need to fuck a passenger...but perhaps that's how they met...I'm a photographer....really?....amsterdam? I love it....pose? who me?.... He wears a ring, I left mine on my key ring...it took me a while to notice his. Later her comments about discretion confirm his marriage and her awareness of it...an awareness that only a free, single or divorced woman would oblige.

massage was the agreed upon means of starting...

just a quick one

Ok, so much life has transpired since last post but not much living. It's been steady 12 hour days, work at night or trips out with the real estate agent to find a home. Home found, offer made, counter, counter-counter accepted, moving in mid-November. Tons (relative to the old job) of tail here in the new office.

new job is frickin nuts

no time, intend to blog better soon... new job is way nuts! house is all but sold, looking for new place, had a near adventure last weekend, frustrated with the difference in real estate costs, much higher in the new local...

in head forkboy, by lard (jello biafra/alien jourgensen), from the album with the lamprey eel on the cover.

anonymous poster

so I got a comment a few days ago from an anonymous poster. he/she has a strange website about their anticipated version of heaven. I'm afraid I don't get it. It seems well intended, and I did agree it would be cool to be able to talk to my dog in heaven but generally I disagreed with the temperatures expressed as ideal.

No time to contemplate heaven here tonight but I will say I recommend everyone check out Christianity. Open your mind and heart to it and you might be pleasantly suprised. I'm certainly in no position to advise but if you get your hands on a bible, check out Paul's letters to the early church - they seem easy to understand, get to the point (Christ) and relate to current, everyday life. Romans, Colossians, Galatians, Corithians.... - they'll be about 4/5 of the way to the back of the book. Please don't let my faults, deter you from checking it out. I'm not even worthy of being a messenger - it's available to you despite people like me.

19:25L 02 September 2004

So I'm sitting in the IT guy's office here at our Ohio facility asking for help with a problem and I look up above his window and notice a clipping out of a magazine he's cut out and taped to the wall. It reads: 70% of e-porn internet traffic occurs during 9-5 daytime business hours. Yikes I think to myself. This guy is pretty cool, but I'm paranoid enough to believe he's reading this as I write it. I wonder if our company was ever to enforce it's internet policies if we'd have have anyone left?

House is sold. It happened shockingly fast. Now we need to get cracking looking for a new home. We're closing so quickly on the sale of our home that it's clear we'll be gypsies at least for a while.

So last night I was here, out of town, at our Ohio facility. This week is a crazy stress week here as we wrap up a major project. I decided I'd be a good guy and get to bed early last night. Ha. I laid down around 9:30 and didn't get to sleep until after midnight. So much for getting extra rest in exchange for sacreficing my usual hunt for debauchery.

I found the blantant difference in the commentary about the republican national convention between fox news and cnn startling and disturbing. I refuse to watch the local news and generally stay away from any TV news. I loathe reporters - and don't trust any of them. Bono rules. Zell Miller cracked me up.

A really talented engineer fucked us today. He's a bright guy but he opened his mouth in front of a certification person and was very effective at giving the impression we have no idea what we're doing within just a few sentences. A number of us are stuck here at work late tonight capturing documentation of how some of our processes work. As a member of management I plan to look the other way should the group decide to give him a swirlie or blanket party.

09:11L 31 August 2004

Tinge of envy. I read a few blogs this morning, some of my regular reads and a new one. For all of the appreciation and enthusiasm I have for sexually aware and hungry women, it does sting just a bit to read of their exploits knowing that I cannot partake. I'm not sure what the difference between jealous and envy is. At any rate I don't enjoy being petty so I won't dwell on it. At times I am not quite shocked but a little surprised at how many married women fool around and with a great degree of abandon. I percieve a definate shift from what I had always thought was a societal norm of the married man fooling around with unmarried woman to more of an equal number of married men and women fooling around. Makes me wonder when I'm in the grocery store - how many of these women are available...

I've been sore for over a week now but the house looks great. The deck I built a few summers ago got a power washing last night. The first potential buyers to come look at our house are comming back for a second viewing tonight which is a pleasant and somewhat vindicating suprise. There was significant drama attached to their first visit which I don't care to recount but basically the wife blew comments by our realtor out of proportion, who probably blew comments by the buyers' agent out of proportion, who probably blew comments by the potential buyers out of proportion to the point where I get a desperate phone call after they went through the house the first time that leads me to believe that the toliet has fallen thru the second story floor onto the dining room table with associated sewage guyser type flooding and this is my fault since I personally did some remodeling. There are five words I learned long ago that you cannot say to a woman. "it is not a crisis"

09:15L 30 August 2004

I worked my ass off this weekend getting the house ready to be shown. Late last night our realtor called and plans to show the house today so I guess the efforts paid off. Last week flew by and I ended up traveling for the new job already. I'm sore from a ton of yard work. I laid sod, mowed and edged, took out a dead tree, cut it up, edged and the house looks better for it. I'm dreading the move. We have so much crap that boxing everything up is going to be a nightmare. For the next few months I'm going to have to move fast - kinda be in high speed mode continually. I didn't drink to excess or even seek out much in the way of naughty sex this weekend - no time! Being too busy or too tired might be my salvation.

in my head: burning inside, by ministry from thieves and liars

suggestion. Somtimes my stuck in my head reference might be obscure. If you look up cd's on amazon.com they often have samples of the songs...

Sanity returns after an orgasm

It's startling how much of a change occurs after comming. If you dear reader are not aware, there are a few dirty pictures that one can pick up along the roadside of information superhighway. I have, on rare occasion, indulged in observing racy photographs presented in electronic format. I know, shocking! and I am not without remorse, but rather than discuss the obvious moral perils of such activites I would like to focus today on the physiological and perhaps phychotic effects of having baby batter on the brain.

I'm not sure I could write software code for a living. When I write here it doesn't seem to be as much of a factor but long sessions of internet porn hunting certainly does have an effect on my eyes and general health. I'm not sure why but perhaps it's the continual filtering that I do that fatigues me in an unsual way. I love to come. But I've also learned that I really really like being aroused and greater the length of arousal time and the greater the number of approaches to comming prior to actually comming the more intense the feeling upon eventual release. (Ladies take note)

Anyways this tends to add to the length of time I spend. When looking at porn online I'm often looking at free porn. Which means I may have to open a webpage only to scroll down past advertising or I'm looking a amateur submitted images where I'm viewing thumbnails, filtering for a subset of desirable images that I willing to wait for as they're being opened to their full size. This seems to be a unique activity - you're eyes probably don't change focal depth and often you're rapidly scanning over the page, which may be scrolling at the same time looking for a key word or image that indicates the most arousal for the time spent at dial up bandwidth. I scan for sultry brunettes, or the signs of a woman enjoying what's happening like a smile, heels, or words like slut wife, neighbor, etc... Recognition of what's hot (to me) is instanteous and the mouse is quickly manipulated to enlarge the image or respond to the chatter but then I'm waiting again, probably without looking away from the screen. Another scan example is searching yahoo profiles or member directory information. The search feature is too broad so once I have women in my state, 35-50 who are married and looking and online, I'm rapidly looking at the location which appears under their name in the list. I'm skimming fast, watching for suburbs as well as my own city's name. As chats develop or naughty pictures are displayed I'm often self stimulating. I become an addict. I'm after the huge orgasm, and I'm finding arousing material so self denial becomes the game. I'm hard, feeling good, getting closer but looking for that ever so ellusive image or idea that will maximize the orgasm. Rationally I know that the really hot idea or image currently infront of me is sufficent to get me off and may be the best I can do today, but the promise of somthing better often looms and a few more minutes of being turned on only helps so I press on.

I've looked at porn and jerked off in sessions as long as 10 hours before. Usually drawing out orgasm for a few hours then comming hard is it. However if I'm not overly tired, continuing happens easily. The images or ideas don't go away right after comming, so as I return to reality I'm reminded of the hot fantasy just held in mind then, more importantly, the prospect of an even hotter experience waiting just around the internet's next dirty corner pops into mind and I'm looking again, scanning, anticipating. Staying hard after a small or moderate orgsm is not unusual. A long jerk off session could include 5 orgasms spread over 8 hours - often with a shower start to the day and a private moment or two in my office also having previously taken place.

After every orgasm a degree of sanity returns. The contrast between pre orgasm maddnes and post orgasm clarity varies. A super long drawn out orgsm coordinated with a particulary hot image, or exhange with a chat friend provides the biggest difference. A shorter time to orgsm with no time for or intention to continue provides a moderate to large difference. Times where I'm on a roll, and feel free to spend time for as long as it's pleasuable actually offer a much smaller return to sanity and the entire session actually becomes a slow decreshendo where eventually simply don't have the level of desire for sex necessary to invest the effort (of course by that time I may have come 6 or 8 times).

At times, particularly after a huge orgasm which was long anticipated I found the difference in mindset disturbing. Only a moment before I focused to the point of obsession - I had no other biological functions - no hunger, sensitivity to temperature, fatigue etc. Now logic and a million activities other than sex fill my mind and the value of time is such that spending a long time wacking off doesn't sound as attractive as other hobbies. I think I 've always had some suceptibility to addiction and wonder how close this is to the difference a drug user feels before and after getting a hit. While I always try to consider my partners a chat friend who I may have just had cyber sex with and my interaction with them manifest this difference. To get some I'll be sensative and giving in extreme, adapt my communication style, fein interest and even get smart about a topic in order to appear attractive. Sometimes these actions are manipulative and machavellian, but often they're happily done with the fact they're conditional on the pursuit of sex buried and only unconsciously known. After comming the idea of kissing someone's ass that much seems hard to fathom and if it was a very one sided exchange were I gave and they took without much mutual concern a definate coldness rolls over me. I try to take the high road and remain courteous.

I never used to believe in "blue balls". I figured it was just one more way that guys used to get sex. I don't know if there's anything to it physiologically but I do know that if I'm interrupted while working my way to orgsm I have a real tough time not being iritable and real anger is right below the surface. Typically I'm a very patient guy, willing to put down what I'm doing with a natural tendancy to please.

Real sex seems to be different. After a long internet session I feel lousy. I'm off to bed and it's late at night if I've been at it for a while. Particularly after a long session my eyes burn, my head feels like it's filled with cobwebs and I'm generally hot but not sweating - head radiating from my body. I may feel tired, like I have huge bags under my eyes and realize my mouth is dry. Somtimes my balls or whatever the male equivalent of PC muscles are feel sore or stretched. These feelings, as fun as they may be to read, aren't particularly pleasant. This is very different from sex. In that case I may be tired, but often bask in a pleasant relaxed feeling. I don't know if it's related to the computer or the lack of connection related to self pleasure. I have had some immediate sanity or remorse after meaningless sex but because I do tend to work hard for my partner and seek out others also sincerely seeking mutual pleasure this seems to be much less often.

out of time....thoughts are always welcome.

08:17L 25 August 2004

Gave my notice yesterday. My boss was genuinely sad and I felt lousy dropping it on her via phone, but both she and her boss were traveling and I needed to start the clock on my 2 weeks notice. It's going to be a hectic time for a while but I'm starting to look forward to the change. I feel a big obligation to leave this place on good terms so I feel some pressure to make sure I'm contributing until that time. I have no doubt that once I'm gone anything that can be blamed on me will - we tend to speak ill of the dead often around here.

Last night I worked out while watching a show about a competition for "best ranger" from within the U.S. Army. Often I think that I should have joined the military when I was still young enough. I think I would have fit in there extremely well. I love the idea that you can push yourself harder and farther than you think you can. The feeling of being prepared for almost anything after completing some of this specialized military training would really appeal to me. I'm doing between 50-90 pushups now on the evenings when I work out in two or three sets. Rangers have to do somthing like 60 in two minutes. I might work towards that. I should add sit ups as well...

stuck in my head, green onions, by booker t and the mg's from some rock instrumental compilation I have - you know it from the end of american grafiti