5 Things (I was tagged)

That naughty little GIA (*wink*) tagged me so here it is:

5 Things always in my briefcase / purse
1. Folders
2. A book
3. Laptop
4. Pens of various colors
5. Gum / Mints

5 Things always in my wallet:
1. Cash
2. Driver's license
3. Insurance cards
4. Credit cards
5. receipts

5 Things always in my refrigerator:
1. Juice
2. Beer
3. Salad Dressing
4. Colby Jack or Pepper Jack Cheese
5. Celery

5 Things (at least) always in my closet:
1. Various pairs of shoes
2. lots of shirts
3. a few pairs of jeans
4. my Fedora
5. coats

5 Things always in my truck:
1. change
2. parking permit & gate card
3. Flashlight
4. a towel
5. CD's

5 (or more) Things always on my desk:
1. bigass monitor
2. cup with pens and highlighters in it
3. speakers
4. 2 keyboards
5. a candle

5 People to tag:
You can do it if you like, I don't tag folks. ;)

I've been a bad boy

I've been horrible! Terrible! I should be punished! I haven't posted much the last week and I haven't commented much in the last week either. My sincerest apologies! Reality, work, and a few personal issues have somewhat kept me zoned-out so-to-speak and I haven't had the motivation to post. I just thought I'd explain myself before you all wrote me off into never-never blogland. Please don't give up on me. I'm back. ;) My work isn't over yet, and it has to get done within the next two weeks, but I'm setting a schedule for myself so that I can get a lot done and not stress over it - plus the schedule includes some blogging time. :D Yay!

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I've been bad. I haven't posted like I should have. I guess I brought this upon myself. But actually, I'm not usually the punished. I'm usually the punisher. I'm the one that does the spanking - with my hand. I'm the one that does the merciless slamming - with my cock. I'm the one that pulls your hair. And I'm the one that tortures you with teasing until I give in (well,... okay, you share in that role - hehe). But my role as a punisher has been limited.

What do I mean by this? I mean,... I've never done any punishing TO punish. Everything I've done is just as it comes. During our interactions whatever felt normal, I did. But I honestly have never experimented with making red marks then kissing them better. I've been curious to play with a cat-o-nine tails, or with other miscellaneous punishment devices. Although I don't think heavy use of these items is really me, I have been curious to at least experiment.

Two things I have utilized are blindfolds and ties. I've tied women up, blindfolded them, and teasingly tortured them with food, feathers, and other things my mind drove me to purchase without logical reasons other than to have fun. I've always been loving in these scenarios - gentle and caring of desires. Even with women that are afraid of being helpless, they've enjoyed the attitude and mood of my interactions and not minded being tied-up with black silk to the bedposts. But this makes me wonder what it is in us as humans, that we enjoy such delights as bondage. That we enjoy the not knowing as opposed to being able to see. What is it that makes us ride roller coasters in the dark so we don't know where the next turn will be? Why do we like to be punished and spanked and tortured? And why does that heighten our sexual awareness?

Is it because this echoes something in our childhoods yet shows it to us in a different light? Is it because we enjoy being on that border between pleasure and pain? Is it because the not knowing is a thrill until the expected or unexpected comes true and satisfies us? Yes, I'm curious about this world as it makes me wonder - about our humanity.

Holes HNT

A hole. Shallow, deep. Providing, alluring. What is it that drives us to fill them? Why do we obsess with them? What is it in us that tells us we belong in them? Instinct? Birth? Maternal existence? Animalistic sex that makes us want more?

A hole. Simple, complex. Wanting and needing. Why do we always want more? Can we truly be satisfied? Sure, but how long does it take before we want more? What is normal? What is abnormal? Does it matter? Everything in moderation, right?

A hole. Beautiful. Slender, round. Wet, enticing. We want to fill them. Nature's call.

Sugasm #39

Sugasm #39


Sun 23rd Jul, 06

This week’s best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Want in Sugasm #40? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

NSFW Pics
HHNT!!!!!! (http://melanaise.blogspot.com)
I Feel Myself, I Really Do : ) (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Porn Week Vacation (http://www.internetisforporn.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Anticipation (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Being Submissive (http://ww2.alternativealbany.com/bdsm/)
Late night deviant (http://xxgraciexx.blogspot.com)
Mmm Tentacle-y (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
My Orgasm and Sexual Desire Secrets (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
RANT: On the Rag with The Goddesses (http://cuntinglinguist.blogspot.com)
Self image is a wonderful thing, most of the time (http://seanandmel.blogspot.com)
Tag - Past Love - Story 2 - Self-discovery and Healing (http://dawnndirty.blogspot.com)
Those damn slutty bisexuals (http://www.dangerousfemme.com)

Sex News
Bush for “Products and Services,” Not Birth Control (http://www.taratainton.com)
Gay Gamers are Coming Out of the Closet (http://sugarjoy.com)
Next Door Nikki on Jerry Springer (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
There’s Got To Be A Joke Here Somewhere (http://tgp.com)

BDSM and Fetish
Guessing Games (http://eroticaetcetera.com/blog/)
How about a cookie (http://redvelvetropeburn.com)
Isabella’s Eyes - Part IV (http://nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)
Spanking at t’mill (http://www.spankingwriters.com)


Join the Sugasm

A VERY long drive home (http://spankingkatiespades.blogspot.com)
Yes Master (http://gentlygently.blogspot.com)

Humor
Static Electricity–and no, it wasn’t caused by the phone (http://lipstickexplosion.com)
Unbeknownst To The Roommate (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
You want some popcorn with that? (http://dontwakethekids.blogspot.com)

Sex Work
Haze Goes to Prison (http://adelehaze.com/)
Long nails dig into the submissive mind (http://www.ladyevilsdungeon.com)
Tease and Denial with My sissy bitch (http://www.caramelvixen.com/vixen-blog/)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
7/16 by Rex: Soap Suds (http://rexandroxy.blogspot.com)
The Bed, the Bath, and Beyond (http://www.taratainton.com)
A Bit of Pink Alone Time (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
Blush (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Can you hear that..? (http://pleasinglydebauched.blogspot.com)

Cold Hands, Hot strokes (http://lustdemon.blogspot.com) -- Tadah! :)

Good Thing It Wasn’t Windy Today… (http://onaniajournal.blogspot.com)
His Kind of Woman (http://theholidaylife.blogspot.com)
Hot Mami is OPP (part one) (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com/)
I left my heart in San Francisco (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Just the, um, three of us? part one……. (http://aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Nocturnal Confessions #1 (http://xantasia.blogspot.com)
Trees again (http://orgasmcurious.blogspot.com)
Wet (http://www.asstr.org/~gentlebutfirm/)

Lovely upskirt photo courtesy of Melanaise.

Solidarity, Brother!

For some odd reason I had Monty Python's Life of Brian running through my head. In that respect here is my HNT for today. If you haven't seen it, be sure to check it out. ;) Be ready for silliness, as always.

Cold Hands, Hot strokes

You want me. I want you. We go all day knowing we will meet each other yet we can not reveal ourselves except for knowing smiles when nobody else is looking. This hiding is such torture sometimes but it is necessary and in a way it works to build the excitement. It builds my longing for you. It builds my want of your touch and my need of your passion.

Finally, near the end of the day I know soon we can meet. Closed doors in hidden areas offer their seclusion from sight but we know that people will walk past them nonetheless, so we must be quiet despite our urges to grunt and yell and moan and gasp. Looking around the room in anticipation I am reminded of how it becomes a challenge even to be quiet during our sessions because of the slapping and squishing noises of our lust not to mention the moving of furniture across the floor due to our forcefulness. I prepare for your arrival and wait.

Soon thereafter you walk in and close the door behind you. We embrace and kiss passionately. I savor your lips and nibble on your neck. You have the sexiest neck I've ever known. We brush faces and breathe heavily, wanting each other as our passions rise. When we can stand it no longer, when our heat becomes a furnace, we remove each others' clothes. Quietly, yet with intensity and emotion we touch each others' bodies. Your hands are cold and you whisper an unneeded apology. Despite my initial involuntary reaction of withdrawal from the coldness of your hands, inside, your touch fires me up and fills me with desire.

I push you back against the edge of the table and I continue kissing your body, working my way down from your neck to your bountiful breasts. I love circling your nipples with my tongue, flicking them ever so slightly as to arouse you and watch them stiffen to my touch. I kiss the undersides of your beautiful mounds and engulf them with my mouth and a passion like no other. You sigh and moan in ecstasy as I play with them, working you to a frenzy. As I do this one of my hands has made its way down to your ultimate pleasure zone. I work you with my magical fingers to drive you wild with want. I know you are getting wet enough when I can smell the sweet juices of your lovebox dripping down my fingers and I want to taste you. I move down, kissing my way across your stomach, and dive in with my tongue. I suck on your lips, I circle your clit, and I work you well so I can taste you completely when you cum.

You can't take it anymore. You pull me up and plant a hot kiss on my lips, tasting your own juices on me. I know you like this. I know it drives you wild. And you whisper to me that it is your turn. You work your way down my torso to my pants. You pull them down to reveal my stiffened rod bouncing out at you. It is an understatement to say you've aroused me. But I'm not completely hard yet. You lick up and down my shaft and around my head, teasing me until you take me into your steamy mouth and work me hard. I solidify to my fullest as you do, as you're turning me on to the point where I can only moan guttural sounds. I try to withold my noise, mindful of the thin doors and the people outside but it is difficult.

I know orally pleasing me turns you on. I can see it in your eyes when you look up at me. I can see your desire. I match it with my own. I pull you up and kiss you, pushing you back again on the edge of that table. You want me as badly now as I want you and you spread your legs for me, revealing your sopping wet pussy, ready to be plowed by my now throbbing cock. I run my head up and down your slit, teasing your entrance. You whisper, "Fuck me now... please,... fuck me now!" And I oblige. I push slightly in, slowly invading, making every second count as I force myself into that tight little cunt, parting your walls with my head as I go,.. and then I plunge in the rest of the way, causing you to moan aloud. You cover your mouth with your hand, knowing you're already too loud and cautious not to reveal our location.

I work you good, first slow then fast, from one side at an angle then from the other. We change positions a few times and each time I somehow get you to cum. I love the way your juices run down my pole and drip from my balls, running down my legs as I pound you mercilessly. I am near orgasm several times but due to my breathing and exercises I can hold off until you've cum at least three times. It makes me feel so incredibly good to know I can please you. Your eyes roll and you shudder and convulse. Your muscles tighten around my cock and finally I can cum for you to return the favor. When I'm with you though, I don't just cum. You make me explode. You turn me on so completely that I can't help it.

We clean each other up and we kiss and gaze into each others' eyes. Although no words are necessary and more importantly, none can describe our sessions, as they're so passionate as to escape mere words, we still converse. I enjoy conversations with you, whether there is sex involved or not. You are clever and witty and you make me laugh. You make me smile so effortlessly. Your flirtations easily drive me wild. Your words definitely entertain and taunt me, yet even just the sight of you makes my eyes light up with desire. But after sessions like this, no matter what is said, how could I not enjoy anything that comes out of your mouth. You are incredible and amazing. I want you again. I need you again. Take me.

Stiff and Soapy

Here's a first for me, posting the party in my pants,.... in his birthday suit. Hey now, don't complain, you knew this was an adult site when you started reading my stories and poetry. :P I got all soapy after some awesome sex, so I decided to record the moment and show you that I can be 'clean' and 'dirty' at the same time. ;) I hope you can appreciate the bravery. Since this is a first for me, it was a tough decision to post it. But eh, I figured, "what the hell."




Posting this in blogger brought up an interesting question... "Do I post it with the 'small, medium, or large' selection?" I never really thought about it before this picture. I'm not sure if there's much of a difference as far as pics go here. I know size matters in other 'arenas' but what about picture size? Hmmm.

It Returns!

The demon is back! I had a fun yet exhausting trip out of town. I'm back now and will be soon up to speed on your blogs and with my posting, so hang in there with me if I don't have a comment on your site that's recent. I'll catch up soon! I've missed you all!

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Holy damn I've missed you. You occupy a part of my brain, all of my sex drive urges, and yes, even a part of my heart. I know that a lot of people would say that its just the incredible, fantastic, wonderful, fulfilling, amazing, marvelous, better-than-anything-I've-ever-experienced, sex that makes me say those things, but I know that we connect on many levels. I think you feel it too.

I'm not saying I want to elope with you to Tibet where nothing can disturb us from our blissful times together. I'm just saying that I know you and I getting together is somehow, cosmically,.... right. It feels right. I know it is right. It just is. Something this good has to be 'right' doesn't it? I think we were meant for each other to fulfill what was missing in each of our lives. For that I'm extremely glad and very grateful. I sincerely hope that you feel the same way.

I know you may not feel that way, and that'd be alright with me, but I believe it to be true. I am willing to take what you can give. You know I will give to you everything I can, as in our strange circumstances, I know we both have limitations. But I want you to know that I trust you. I believe in you. I feel a connection with you that I've never felt with another, on several levels. I also know that you trust me. And to me, that means a great deal.

I also want you to know that for me to trust you, or anyone, it is no small matter. All my life I've been hurt and my trust has been abused. It is no easy thing for me to trust people. Usually it takes years of friendship to develop a strong sense of trust in a relationship for me. I know that we were meant to fill and share parts of each others' lives because as soon as I met you, I felt an almost immediate sense of trust with you. I trust you completely.

I also want you to understand something else about me. You and I have minimally talked about life and eternity. I honestly can't remember how much I've told you about what I believe. But I believe that after we pass from this world, we go somewhere else. I don't think it is reincarnation, but I think that somehow the spirit passes on and sometimes, when it is meant to be, we meet people again. I'm not sure if my seemingly innate sense of trust in you comes from us having met in the past, but I'm positive that I'd love to be with you in the next plane.

It seems that we have such a connection that we'd have to meet again. Kindred spirits, one might say. I'm extremely happy that you are a part of my life. If there is such a thing as a next plane of existence after this world, I hope it is with you. (For reference, you are my Julia. See "Defending Your Life.")

Far Away

I miss you. I miss your touch. I want you. I want you in so many ways. I was thinking about you last night and it made me swell. It was difficult to sleep, wanting you like that and being so far away. I hope that when I return, you’ll still want me like I want you.

Here I am, thousands of miles away, in a foreign land, with tons to see and do, and I’ve got you in my mind. I’ve got the thought of you exploring and at the same time promoting the growing stiffness in my pants. You do know how to please me. You do know how to turn me on. You know what buttons to push, and exactly where they are – not just in my mind like now, but when we are face to face. I want you.

I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I want to please you. I want to pleasure you. I want to fill you up. I want to make you climax so that your whole body shakes and you moan with ecstasy as your juices spill down my throbbing shaft. I want to slam into you. I want you to ride me. I want us to make slow passionate love and I want us to growl at each other between the slamming of our brutally animalistic fucking. You know how to fuck me like no other woman. I absolutely thrill in fucking you, too.

Slowly driving you, feeling my head inside, going in and out, deep and shallow, sensing your walls parting as my head pushes forward… quickly thrusting into you, my balls slamming against your ass, my head heating up your inside with fantastic friction, hitting bottom every now and then to make you jump,… whilst driving you, using my fingers to work your clit, circling and flicking and torturing you on that threshold between pleasure and pain,….

I want you. I miss you. I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me good, babe. Soon. Soon, I will return. I hope you still want me the way I want you.