Friday was a flop with Cougar...and isn't really anything I want to discuss. Had a long enough day as it was, then had to relieve it with Blue Eyes, and still go home and wake up the next morning. Is what it is...not hashing it out again.
Saturday was spent mostly at home putting my desk together with the family. Interesting to see my gf and mother both trying to be the alpha female in the room and claiming dominance. There can only be one lead...who's it going to be!?!? A storm came through and wrecked shop at my parents house. Went over there and picked up the lawn furniture, siding, etc. that was blown all over the place in the pouring rain. It was at this point that I started to feel shitty and it only got worse.
Sunday I met up with a friend of mine and went to go see a Car Show in VA Beach. In my mind I was thinking more along the lines of Tuner Import night, with half naked women modeling against high end custom cars or straddling a pair of 20" Giovianni's...but that wasn't the case. This was more of a family event, some nice women dressed in business clothes, and more like a dealer open than anything else. It was fun to get out of the house and sit in some cars that I'll never own, but wasn't nearly what I expected. I got home feeling even worse than I did when I woke up and assumed I would be calling out of work the next day.
Monday I went to meet my trainer and get my lift on. Sick or not...I'm not going to miss a training day. Called out of work at 330am and headed to the trainers. Had a fantastic lift, good encouragement, came home, showered and passed the fuck out. Woke up, and immediately went to porn and got a good release. Genre was my usual..white women sucking black dick...just doesn't get better than that. Cleaned up, went to Walmart, got some lunch and relaxed for a bit. Got bored and started reading some of the sleezy CL ads online...shit is scary what's out there, but always good entertainment. Stumbled across a women in PA that writes about working in a massage parlor, which then got me thinking into researching those in the area, which then got me looking into finding videos online dealing with that. Amazing what all you can find online. 2nd orgasm was to a tiny Asian giving a hand job to someone in a massage room. Reminds me of all the massages I've had, and how nice it would have been for E to finish me off that way ;) Never happened, but nonetheless fun to think about. Showered, cleaned up and watched some TV.
I'm not sure what caused me to go back to porn the 3rd time that day, but I did. This time I went and browsed through some of my favorite videos of girls dancing. No nudity, just thongs and that ass shakin' like no other! Spiced it up a bit and put a webcam up and had it pointed at the goods. Got lucky and didn't take long until a female was interested in watching the orgasm. Another shower, cleaned up, and got ready to go out to dinner when the gf got home from work.
All in all...nothing special or crazy this weekend. Just another day. At work now still sick dealing with the idiots.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
League Night
League was something special last night. My parents were out of town for the funeral service. We picked up one sub, and friend of my brothers to bowl with us. The team we were bowling against are nice people, but one of the guys always wears compression socks and a matching compression sleeve. It's entirely over the top and looks ridiculous, so my brother and I thought we would clown on him and wear matching outfits with matching compression socks and sleeves. It was priceless, we got the laughs and jokes we were expecting we would. All was well.
Our sub is a petite, 21 year old dirty blonde with one child. She can't weigh more than 105lbs soaking wet, very flirtatious and friendly and had just had an argument with her boyfriend who was also there. So she was laying on the flirtation thick to get back at him I feel. He's twice her age, as she used to be the baby sitter for him and was fucking him while he was still married. Gotta love that scenario...I'm sure there is a porn out there for it too. LOL. Anyway...I kept wondering what it would be like to have a spinner like that again. I've only had one very short girl like that and it was a lot of fun. Now that I'm stronger...I can only imagine how easy it would be to walk around the house with her and fuck her wherever and however I wanted. I enjoyed my neck and back being rubbed while we were waiting for our next throws.
Cougar was bowling on the pair of lanes next to us... and I could tell she wasn't feeling what she was seeing. Woman are so territorial...although...I'm not "hers" as she makes it perfectly clear with her flaky decisions on wanting to hang out or not. Cougar had her hair pinned back out of her face and the rest of it loosely curled. Tight washed out jeans, and an sweatshirt for where she works. We gave each other high favs, a few winks, and are counting down the hours until she comes to see me...which should be 5.5 hours from the time of writing this post. We'll see if she follows through.
Our lanes broke down midway through the first game, which forced us to delay for 45 min and then be moved to the end of the alley. It sucked...being that far away, and not being able to watch Cougar lean down to to throw her ball, the jeans stretching across her rear end. Sigh... I digress. I still had our sub to look at for the remainder of the evening as well as a couple that was open bowling on the lanes beside us to the right. The looked like an alternative couple, piercings/tattoos, type of clothing they were wearing.
She was probably 5'8, size 8, 145-155lbs, timid, a lot of piercings and had her hair died two toned with shades of purple. The hair is what caught my attention first as it isn't a color that you see on a day to day basis. We made eye contact a few times and so figured I would try to start cracking some jokes on my brother and sub to see if she was paying attention. She as, and laughed along, and which point it gave me the clear signal to involve her in the jokes. She didn't seem to mind and by the end of the evening was talking to us and getting in on the conversation. I didn't really have a very strong sexual reaction to her but I won't forget her hair and how the small stud looked in her nose. Very cute. Her boyfriend/husband didn't look to amused, but he'll live. I feel I didn't cross any serious boundaries as there were no formal introductions with names, no touch barriers crossed (hand shake or hug), and no sexual comments at all. Good clean fun...and laughing to the point of tears. :)
By the time I got home it was close to 1030, showered and got ready for fwb wife to come over. Her hubby gave her a pass to come and get her cravings satisfied. That will have to be entire post to itself...if I ever get to it. I will say this though...for any man that has never experienced deepthroating...and I mean true deepthroating it's an experience like none other...and I was glad to finally have experienced it for the first time.
Our sub is a petite, 21 year old dirty blonde with one child. She can't weigh more than 105lbs soaking wet, very flirtatious and friendly and had just had an argument with her boyfriend who was also there. So she was laying on the flirtation thick to get back at him I feel. He's twice her age, as she used to be the baby sitter for him and was fucking him while he was still married. Gotta love that scenario...I'm sure there is a porn out there for it too. LOL. Anyway...I kept wondering what it would be like to have a spinner like that again. I've only had one very short girl like that and it was a lot of fun. Now that I'm stronger...I can only imagine how easy it would be to walk around the house with her and fuck her wherever and however I wanted. I enjoyed my neck and back being rubbed while we were waiting for our next throws.
Cougar was bowling on the pair of lanes next to us... and I could tell she wasn't feeling what she was seeing. Woman are so territorial...although...I'm not "hers" as she makes it perfectly clear with her flaky decisions on wanting to hang out or not. Cougar had her hair pinned back out of her face and the rest of it loosely curled. Tight washed out jeans, and an sweatshirt for where she works. We gave each other high favs, a few winks, and are counting down the hours until she comes to see me...which should be 5.5 hours from the time of writing this post. We'll see if she follows through.
Our lanes broke down midway through the first game, which forced us to delay for 45 min and then be moved to the end of the alley. It sucked...being that far away, and not being able to watch Cougar lean down to to throw her ball, the jeans stretching across her rear end. Sigh... I digress. I still had our sub to look at for the remainder of the evening as well as a couple that was open bowling on the lanes beside us to the right. The looked like an alternative couple, piercings/tattoos, type of clothing they were wearing.
She was probably 5'8, size 8, 145-155lbs, timid, a lot of piercings and had her hair died two toned with shades of purple. The hair is what caught my attention first as it isn't a color that you see on a day to day basis. We made eye contact a few times and so figured I would try to start cracking some jokes on my brother and sub to see if she was paying attention. She as, and laughed along, and which point it gave me the clear signal to involve her in the jokes. She didn't seem to mind and by the end of the evening was talking to us and getting in on the conversation. I didn't really have a very strong sexual reaction to her but I won't forget her hair and how the small stud looked in her nose. Very cute. Her boyfriend/husband didn't look to amused, but he'll live. I feel I didn't cross any serious boundaries as there were no formal introductions with names, no touch barriers crossed (hand shake or hug), and no sexual comments at all. Good clean fun...and laughing to the point of tears. :)
By the time I got home it was close to 1030, showered and got ready for fwb wife to come over. Her hubby gave her a pass to come and get her cravings satisfied. That will have to be entire post to itself...if I ever get to it. I will say this though...for any man that has never experienced deepthroating...and I mean true deepthroating it's an experience like none other...and I was glad to finally have experienced it for the first time.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Goosebumps
Goosebumps...
The room is chilled. Skin cold and tingly. All those hair follicles standing on end. I wonder what it would feel like to have my tongue licking the skin along the seems of her low V cut low sleeve fitted sweater that outline her breasts. Her tight firm breasts sitting perky and at attention. Her cleavage tempting desires beyond my reach. She tans, her skin is flawless, perfect...I can imagine it glistening moist from a hot steamy shower. She's looking at me, and I'm trying to listen. Between her mouth moving, her lips smacking, her hair laying board straight across her body, it's difficult to hold a conversation. It's difficult right now to pay attention. The blood is rushing to accommodate the bulge between my legs. She's married. She's flirty. She's REALLY friendly. She invited me to come down and talk to her to give her a break from work. She's tempting...ever so fucking tempting. We were alone for about 10 minutes before others entered the warehouse, but those 10 minutes felt like an eternity with everything else that was rushing through my head. Wondering what kind of bra she was wearing? What color panties? Does she swallow? Is she into anal? Could we get away with fucking here in the warehouse? Would she cheat on her husband? What does her hair smell like?
Maybe this is why I feel guilty when my office wife saw who I was talking too (earlier post) in IM. The chick I'm talking about above...is the warehouse girl that I've kept in the friend zone. What I say to her keeps me int he friendzone...I guess I should clarify...but what's going on in my head is anything but.
And tomorrow...we're going to lunch together...not the first time...and probably not the last...but you can imagine if 10 minutes has me thinking those things, what will an hour do.
The room is chilled. Skin cold and tingly. All those hair follicles standing on end. I wonder what it would feel like to have my tongue licking the skin along the seems of her low V cut low sleeve fitted sweater that outline her breasts. Her tight firm breasts sitting perky and at attention. Her cleavage tempting desires beyond my reach. She tans, her skin is flawless, perfect...I can imagine it glistening moist from a hot steamy shower. She's looking at me, and I'm trying to listen. Between her mouth moving, her lips smacking, her hair laying board straight across her body, it's difficult to hold a conversation. It's difficult right now to pay attention. The blood is rushing to accommodate the bulge between my legs. She's married. She's flirty. She's REALLY friendly. She invited me to come down and talk to her to give her a break from work. She's tempting...ever so fucking tempting. We were alone for about 10 minutes before others entered the warehouse, but those 10 minutes felt like an eternity with everything else that was rushing through my head. Wondering what kind of bra she was wearing? What color panties? Does she swallow? Is she into anal? Could we get away with fucking here in the warehouse? Would she cheat on her husband? What does her hair smell like?
Maybe this is why I feel guilty when my office wife saw who I was talking too (earlier post) in IM. The chick I'm talking about above...is the warehouse girl that I've kept in the friend zone. What I say to her keeps me int he friendzone...I guess I should clarify...but what's going on in my head is anything but.
And tomorrow...we're going to lunch together...not the first time...and probably not the last...but you can imagine if 10 minutes has me thinking those things, what will an hour do.
Creepy Or Just Detail Oriented?
I'm a detailed oriented person. I focus on the small things that people over look. I look for the things that most wouldn't think to look at and am very good and putting things together. It's how I've been naturally all my life, it's how I catch people lying at work, and it's what's required for me to do well in the Computer Forensic arena if I want to continue along those lines in my career path. To get to the point of this post....
A few weeks ago a coworker and I decided to go to lunch on post. We decided to go eat at Popeye's, the best friend chicken on the planet. I was excited for more than just the chicken. There is a girl that works outside at the gas station on post. I don't know her name, but I feel like she looks like a Beth.
Beth is about 5'7, if I had to guess maybe a size 6-8, and 135lbs. She wears painted on black pants and her uniform shirt for the base gas station. She has a small diamond stud in her left nostril. Green eyes. Dyed jet black hair, that's cut short to about her jaw line, layered where it's longer in the front of her face than it is in the back of her head. She has a few freckles that cross over her knows and cheeks. Perfect white teeth. Nicely shaped lips.
I told my buddy that my "girl" will be walking into Popeye's in a few minutes. He looks at me jokingly and says what do you mean? I said...my girl "Beth"...she works outside, she comes inside around 1115-1130 to use the restroom and text on her phone.
Buddy: "You can't be serious right, you know when she comes inside, kinda creepy man, almost stalkerish?"
Me: " How so man? You know I'm detailed oriented. It's a pattern, I've noticed her before because she's hot as fuck and has done the same thing twice, so, I'm just assuming she will do it again"
Buddy: "Whatever an, no way, I bet you're wrong."
We get our food and sit down. I look up...and there she is...walking inside, along the length of the window, by our table and toward the restrooms. Look at my phone, time is 1123. We get a good laugh. She comes out and hangs out (and I feel this is purposely), not 5 feet from our table and starts texting on her phone. Her ass is just screaming in those pants, thick, meaty, juicy, has that perfect lip that hangs over that I want my hands to slide into you. She moves forward some and stretches near the windows and then makes her way outside again.
My buddy reminded me again that he thought it was creepy that I know a total stranger's pee cycle lol. I guess on the outside it is odd, but if you know me, it's really not that far out of the norm. People are creatures of habit and routine. It's how we feel structure in our lives, I just happened to pick up on a small routine of hers because she is highly attractive to me.
So strangers...is that Creepy or is that just part of my personality traits coming through?
A few weeks ago a coworker and I decided to go to lunch on post. We decided to go eat at Popeye's, the best friend chicken on the planet. I was excited for more than just the chicken. There is a girl that works outside at the gas station on post. I don't know her name, but I feel like she looks like a Beth.
Beth is about 5'7, if I had to guess maybe a size 6-8, and 135lbs. She wears painted on black pants and her uniform shirt for the base gas station. She has a small diamond stud in her left nostril. Green eyes. Dyed jet black hair, that's cut short to about her jaw line, layered where it's longer in the front of her face than it is in the back of her head. She has a few freckles that cross over her knows and cheeks. Perfect white teeth. Nicely shaped lips.
I told my buddy that my "girl" will be walking into Popeye's in a few minutes. He looks at me jokingly and says what do you mean? I said...my girl "Beth"...she works outside, she comes inside around 1115-1130 to use the restroom and text on her phone.
Buddy: "You can't be serious right, you know when she comes inside, kinda creepy man, almost stalkerish?"
Me: " How so man? You know I'm detailed oriented. It's a pattern, I've noticed her before because she's hot as fuck and has done the same thing twice, so, I'm just assuming she will do it again"
Buddy: "Whatever an, no way, I bet you're wrong."
We get our food and sit down. I look up...and there she is...walking inside, along the length of the window, by our table and toward the restrooms. Look at my phone, time is 1123. We get a good laugh. She comes out and hangs out (and I feel this is purposely), not 5 feet from our table and starts texting on her phone. Her ass is just screaming in those pants, thick, meaty, juicy, has that perfect lip that hangs over that I want my hands to slide into you. She moves forward some and stretches near the windows and then makes her way outside again.
My buddy reminded me again that he thought it was creepy that I know a total stranger's pee cycle lol. I guess on the outside it is odd, but if you know me, it's really not that far out of the norm. People are creatures of habit and routine. It's how we feel structure in our lives, I just happened to pick up on a small routine of hers because she is highly attractive to me.
So strangers...is that Creepy or is that just part of my personality traits coming through?
Just another day....
Today, my 2 year old 2nd cousin is being buried. He died of health complications (we think), but there is an investigation underway as well. It's a sad thing. I never saw him, didn't really know him as I'm not close with that side of my family but it doesn't change the fact that it's a sad event. I won't be attending the service as it's to far away and I don't have the time to take off of work right now. :(
Yesterday I was notified that my training budget was being taken away from me and given to this fucker who now sits behind me so that he can get xyz certification for a job he won't be doing. I don't know how much longer I can sit here at this desk and continue to let these motherfuckers defecate in my mouth. I get zero respect at this job, and it seems impossible to find something new or comparable to what I'm currently doing.
I'm going to a car show on Sunday. Excited. I haven't been to one in years. Going with someone who I work with but we have a strange friendship. He can be an ass and when I've had enough I tend to keep my distance. His 6 year relationship ended not to long ago, so I'm sure he is still feeling lonely...whatever, gets me out of the house and doing something I haven't done in a long time.
I got home yesterday flustered and frustrated from the 2nd paragraph above. Pounded down a zero calorie energy drink, picked up some supplements I ordered from my trainer, picked up my client and went to the gym to train him and myself. There were a group of 3 guys there that were being obnoxious cock bites, giggling like little bitches, utilizing all kinds of equipment, and lifting not much of anything. I'm not one to judge what one can do...I started off at the bottom, but it's people like them that kept me from going to a gym. Yelling, grunting, screaming, cracking jokes and ripping on one another while everyone else tries to move around their circus to get their workouts in. Long story short I should thank them as they fueled the rage for me to deadlift 405lbs for 5 repetitions. I've been able to do single reps for some time now, but never set of 5. I'm paying the price for it today as my lower back is screaming but I'm happy with my progress.
Got home, stroked my cock (did not orgasm) to some porn and logged into the site to see if there were any new messages or requests. Replied to some, peeped at a couple new profiles and called it a day. Showered, waited for my gf to come home so we could start season 3 of Downton Abbey.
Yesterday my office wife came and sat at my desk for a while to chit chat. I had my screens unlocked on my work computer and she noticed that I had a IM window open and had been chatting with someone. She inquired who it was and leaned in and recognized that it was the girl from the warehouse downstairs. She is the younger girl that I've thought about sleeping with but have kept a great job of keeping it in the friendzone. I've gone to lunch with her a few times and shouldn't be made into a large deal. Point being, I think office wife got instantly jealous. Her mood changed, her body language, she shut down on me and I immediately started panicking as if I had done something wrong or was just caught cheating. I started instantly reassuring her, letting her know it was nothing she needed to worry about and that nothing was going on. Is my platonic emotional connection to this married woman so strong that I feel guilty having her know I talk to other females?? Why is that? It honestly shouldn't matter who the fuck I talk to as we aren't an item, but yet...I felt bad after she left as if I had done something wrong. Ironically...the dominant man that I man turns submissive to her alpha female personality.
I spoke with cougar on the way into work today. Looking forward to seeing her tonight bowling and taking in her scent. I can smell her now while I type this, just thinking of her hair and body wash. I might even get lucky and get to see her tomorrow before I go see Blue Eyes. I could use her hands on my lower back right now...massage sounds nice right about now.
Yesterday I was notified that my training budget was being taken away from me and given to this fucker who now sits behind me so that he can get xyz certification for a job he won't be doing. I don't know how much longer I can sit here at this desk and continue to let these motherfuckers defecate in my mouth. I get zero respect at this job, and it seems impossible to find something new or comparable to what I'm currently doing.
I'm going to a car show on Sunday. Excited. I haven't been to one in years. Going with someone who I work with but we have a strange friendship. He can be an ass and when I've had enough I tend to keep my distance. His 6 year relationship ended not to long ago, so I'm sure he is still feeling lonely...whatever, gets me out of the house and doing something I haven't done in a long time.
I got home yesterday flustered and frustrated from the 2nd paragraph above. Pounded down a zero calorie energy drink, picked up some supplements I ordered from my trainer, picked up my client and went to the gym to train him and myself. There were a group of 3 guys there that were being obnoxious cock bites, giggling like little bitches, utilizing all kinds of equipment, and lifting not much of anything. I'm not one to judge what one can do...I started off at the bottom, but it's people like them that kept me from going to a gym. Yelling, grunting, screaming, cracking jokes and ripping on one another while everyone else tries to move around their circus to get their workouts in. Long story short I should thank them as they fueled the rage for me to deadlift 405lbs for 5 repetitions. I've been able to do single reps for some time now, but never set of 5. I'm paying the price for it today as my lower back is screaming but I'm happy with my progress.
Got home, stroked my cock (did not orgasm) to some porn and logged into the site to see if there were any new messages or requests. Replied to some, peeped at a couple new profiles and called it a day. Showered, waited for my gf to come home so we could start season 3 of Downton Abbey.
Yesterday my office wife came and sat at my desk for a while to chit chat. I had my screens unlocked on my work computer and she noticed that I had a IM window open and had been chatting with someone. She inquired who it was and leaned in and recognized that it was the girl from the warehouse downstairs. She is the younger girl that I've thought about sleeping with but have kept a great job of keeping it in the friendzone. I've gone to lunch with her a few times and shouldn't be made into a large deal. Point being, I think office wife got instantly jealous. Her mood changed, her body language, she shut down on me and I immediately started panicking as if I had done something wrong or was just caught cheating. I started instantly reassuring her, letting her know it was nothing she needed to worry about and that nothing was going on. Is my platonic emotional connection to this married woman so strong that I feel guilty having her know I talk to other females?? Why is that? It honestly shouldn't matter who the fuck I talk to as we aren't an item, but yet...I felt bad after she left as if I had done something wrong. Ironically...the dominant man that I man turns submissive to her alpha female personality.
I spoke with cougar on the way into work today. Looking forward to seeing her tonight bowling and taking in her scent. I can smell her now while I type this, just thinking of her hair and body wash. I might even get lucky and get to see her tomorrow before I go see Blue Eyes. I could use her hands on my lower back right now...massage sounds nice right about now.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Women - Primal Perspective
There are a variety of things that make a woman beautiful. Beauty goes beyond the surface and I hope that this post doesn't make me sound shallow, but the intent of this post is merely to highlight the sexual side of me when I view women. These thoughts go through my mind whether I'm ordering food through a drive through, passing them on the highway for a split second, or am having a long conversation with them. It's just part of a systematic approach for me that the primal side controls instinctively almost. Depending on the season, the intensity gets dialed up based on the clothing that is being worn and how much "skin" is available to take in visually.
Eyes
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One of the first things that I look at with a women are her eyes. In conversation, eye contact is key and I feel it is the easiest way to read a person, along with other body language clues. The eyes give everything away, comfort level, if you're connected with someone, if they are telling the truth or are comfortable with the topic at hand, etc. Sexually, I'm aroused by sound and site. Touch is key...but it's why I typically have porn running in the background because the sounds of sex are so extremely stimulating to me. I'm an oral addict...and viewing a passionate woman looking up at you with her eyes is incredible. The dominate side of me loves the levels of this...sitting, her kneeling, standing w/ her kneeling...it's the perception of being above and in control while she looks up at you, serving you. This is why reading the eyes is so important...and you can quickly determine if they love what their doing, or if this is more of a chore for them.
Mouth / Teeth
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I tend to focus on the mouth during conversation, as it helps me listen (as long as I don't get distracted). I focus on the fullness of the lips, the shape and contour of them...how they fit to their face. The shapes of her teeth, how well she takes care of them. The movements of her mouth while she is speaking, the movement of her tongue with words. Does she have an active tongue while talking? I wonder what it would feel like to suck on her tongue. Sexually....as already stated, blowjobs are very important to me. I can get distracted by thoughts of what her eyes and mouth look like while sucking my cock. Whether it's licking the V beneath my head, or her lips wrapped and outlining the head of my cock. I look at multiple still picture galleries as well of just snap shots of women giving head. I feel you can just visual the moment, I picture myself being there...except my cock in place of the strangers. The smile and LOVE some women express for orally pleasing someone is priceless in these snippets of time.
Legs / Thighs / Ass
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I'm more of a lower body guy than upper body guy. Put simply, I'm more an ass man than a breasts man...but I do appreciate them! :) Tall or short...a womans legs are just something sexy. They can be accented so well with different clothing, and it's just a tease for me mentally. I want to follow my hands along them. I want to feel the strength and firmness of them. I want my hands to slide up behind them and have my hands get caught in what I call the ass cleavage. That sweet spot where the booty hangs over the edge of her hamstrings and just creates that lip/edge to get caught on. I have always worshiped the ass of the girl I'm dating or playing with. I love to grab it while I'm making out, squeeze it while I'm fucking, spank it while flirting in the grocery store, or grip her hips/thighs while she's sitting on my face eating that sweet pussy. I love the contours of panties on a woman's ass. Thongs, cheekies, bikini cut, boy shorts...I don't care...they all look great although cheekies are my favorite. Something about them not quite being a thong, but not full coverage and having the bottom of the ass hanging out of them. I like knowing what panties a girl is wearing. Not only is it naughty, but I like knowing what "others" can't see. I frequently watch girls dancing in panties on my porn sites, and it's why I enjoy strip clubs. I love watching a woman control her hips and dance, it's almost trance like if she is very good. I don't prefer nude girls, so VA is ok for me lol.
Lower Back "Back Dimples"
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The area on a woman that's known to house the tramp stamps, sometimes slightly lower. I call them back dimples, because similar to dimples on someone's face, you can sometimes find two small dimples in the lower back region of a woman. I believe all woman have it, it's just not always visible on all woman. I believe it's a major source of sexual stimulation for me because of my love for a woman's ass. These dimples...are they perfect location for my thumbs to be placed when I have my hands gripping a woman's waist line and I'm fucking her from behind. It's like it was meant to be there for that reason...fit's like a glove, and feels as though I have full control her body's motion. It's just perfect.
These four areas listed are probably the top things that I look at or try to look at when I'm looking at an attractive woman. Guaranteed to happen, without second thought, almost like breathing...it just happens without thinking.
Eyes
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One of the first things that I look at with a women are her eyes. In conversation, eye contact is key and I feel it is the easiest way to read a person, along with other body language clues. The eyes give everything away, comfort level, if you're connected with someone, if they are telling the truth or are comfortable with the topic at hand, etc. Sexually, I'm aroused by sound and site. Touch is key...but it's why I typically have porn running in the background because the sounds of sex are so extremely stimulating to me. I'm an oral addict...and viewing a passionate woman looking up at you with her eyes is incredible. The dominate side of me loves the levels of this...sitting, her kneeling, standing w/ her kneeling...it's the perception of being above and in control while she looks up at you, serving you. This is why reading the eyes is so important...and you can quickly determine if they love what their doing, or if this is more of a chore for them.
Mouth / Teeth
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I tend to focus on the mouth during conversation, as it helps me listen (as long as I don't get distracted). I focus on the fullness of the lips, the shape and contour of them...how they fit to their face. The shapes of her teeth, how well she takes care of them. The movements of her mouth while she is speaking, the movement of her tongue with words. Does she have an active tongue while talking? I wonder what it would feel like to suck on her tongue. Sexually....as already stated, blowjobs are very important to me. I can get distracted by thoughts of what her eyes and mouth look like while sucking my cock. Whether it's licking the V beneath my head, or her lips wrapped and outlining the head of my cock. I look at multiple still picture galleries as well of just snap shots of women giving head. I feel you can just visual the moment, I picture myself being there...except my cock in place of the strangers. The smile and LOVE some women express for orally pleasing someone is priceless in these snippets of time.
Legs / Thighs / Ass
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I'm more of a lower body guy than upper body guy. Put simply, I'm more an ass man than a breasts man...but I do appreciate them! :) Tall or short...a womans legs are just something sexy. They can be accented so well with different clothing, and it's just a tease for me mentally. I want to follow my hands along them. I want to feel the strength and firmness of them. I want my hands to slide up behind them and have my hands get caught in what I call the ass cleavage. That sweet spot where the booty hangs over the edge of her hamstrings and just creates that lip/edge to get caught on. I have always worshiped the ass of the girl I'm dating or playing with. I love to grab it while I'm making out, squeeze it while I'm fucking, spank it while flirting in the grocery store, or grip her hips/thighs while she's sitting on my face eating that sweet pussy. I love the contours of panties on a woman's ass. Thongs, cheekies, bikini cut, boy shorts...I don't care...they all look great although cheekies are my favorite. Something about them not quite being a thong, but not full coverage and having the bottom of the ass hanging out of them. I like knowing what panties a girl is wearing. Not only is it naughty, but I like knowing what "others" can't see. I frequently watch girls dancing in panties on my porn sites, and it's why I enjoy strip clubs. I love watching a woman control her hips and dance, it's almost trance like if she is very good. I don't prefer nude girls, so VA is ok for me lol.
Lower Back "Back Dimples"
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The area on a woman that's known to house the tramp stamps, sometimes slightly lower. I call them back dimples, because similar to dimples on someone's face, you can sometimes find two small dimples in the lower back region of a woman. I believe all woman have it, it's just not always visible on all woman. I believe it's a major source of sexual stimulation for me because of my love for a woman's ass. These dimples...are they perfect location for my thumbs to be placed when I have my hands gripping a woman's waist line and I'm fucking her from behind. It's like it was meant to be there for that reason...fit's like a glove, and feels as though I have full control her body's motion. It's just perfect.
These four areas listed are probably the top things that I look at or try to look at when I'm looking at an attractive woman. Guaranteed to happen, without second thought, almost like breathing...it just happens without thinking.
Jan 7th - Evening
I got home yesterday and logged right into the sex website. I had 5 messages waiting and 3 friend requests waiting to be approved. Answered all the messages and replied back to the emails that I got. There are a few women from Germany now on my friend list so it has given me a chance to brush up on my German writing. European chicks seem to be "freakier" too, so I enjoy their home made videos and what they have pinned as their favorite vids on their profiles.
2nd day now that Cougar wasn't able to meet. I'm letting it go and not getting upset about it. I will wait to see if she text messages me today, let her make the first move.
I got on Skype and talked to J.V. who was at work at the time. She instantly knew that I was watching porn on the side and laughed, stating I'm so predicable. I wasn't ashamed and she didn't mind watching, so I adjusted the camera angle so that she could watch while she was at work doing her thing. I watched a few videos, sent a few friend requests out, and chatted with her. I had a continuous erection from about 330 till 445 or so, never allowing myself go to soft. I finished by watching the video I described of the fwb wife eating the cum off of my chest, said good bye to J.V. During this time I was also texting fwb wife (A.T.) and she is planning on driving up late Thursday to get her fix in. We'll see if I can manage it time wise, not sure yet.
GF walked in as I was stepping out of the shower and was shaving my face. We had idle conversation about how our days went and such. She grabbed me and played with my balls for a second and I told her they were heavy...she rolled them in her hands and pushed me to bed and started having sex. I was mentally distracted from thinking of the vids, cougar, possible getting that amazing head on Thursday. She was very persistent on wanting to ride me (the position she likes to finish in mostly). I denied her and just kept it missionary, and the whole thing lasted no more than 15 minutes. I got my release, she didn't...this is twice now that this has happened. She even asked me if I was "feeling" ok, and I brushed it off and said I"m fine, just must have been sensitive when really I'm just being passive aggressive, making sure I get mine and not getting her hers.
2nd day now that Cougar wasn't able to meet. I'm letting it go and not getting upset about it. I will wait to see if she text messages me today, let her make the first move.
I got on Skype and talked to J.V. who was at work at the time. She instantly knew that I was watching porn on the side and laughed, stating I'm so predicable. I wasn't ashamed and she didn't mind watching, so I adjusted the camera angle so that she could watch while she was at work doing her thing. I watched a few videos, sent a few friend requests out, and chatted with her. I had a continuous erection from about 330 till 445 or so, never allowing myself go to soft. I finished by watching the video I described of the fwb wife eating the cum off of my chest, said good bye to J.V. During this time I was also texting fwb wife (A.T.) and she is planning on driving up late Thursday to get her fix in. We'll see if I can manage it time wise, not sure yet.
GF walked in as I was stepping out of the shower and was shaving my face. We had idle conversation about how our days went and such. She grabbed me and played with my balls for a second and I told her they were heavy...she rolled them in her hands and pushed me to bed and started having sex. I was mentally distracted from thinking of the vids, cougar, possible getting that amazing head on Thursday. She was very persistent on wanting to ride me (the position she likes to finish in mostly). I denied her and just kept it missionary, and the whole thing lasted no more than 15 minutes. I got my release, she didn't...this is twice now that this has happened. She even asked me if I was "feeling" ok, and I brushed it off and said I"m fine, just must have been sensitive when really I'm just being passive aggressive, making sure I get mine and not getting her hers.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Tuesday - Jan 7th
Work is the usual. A meeting was delayed so the ass clown that is always late could be there. He was supposed to come in at 9 and didn't make it into work until 1045...I find it highly frustrating that they held off a meeting for him (which interferes with when I eat lunch at 11), and I'm a stickler for punctuality (with that was the same for punctuation / grammar / and spelling) haha. Anyway...
Got an email from J.V. this morning around 4am. Very sweet email where she highlighted some of the main features that she liked about me, and is surprised that I feel the way I do about myself. It was a pleasant way to start the day and I made it a priority to share some thoughts back with her when I made it into work today.
I spoke with a girl that I used to talk to on the regular with but is currently working on night shift. Her initials are C.D. for future reference, mixed, my age, natural hair, can be a little ratchet from time to time but when she's had enough sleep can be a sweet thoughtful person. She's in one of those love / hate on/off relationships for the past 5 years and can't seem to break the cycle. I don't try to get involved and just lend myself as a sounding board. We talk about sexual things, my relationship, her relationship, etc. I asked her how my "christmas present" is doing? She convinced her man to buy the vibrator that I recommended for her (Hitachi Wand), and has been in love with it since. She tells me all the time how it just soothes her stress away and thanks me a few times a month for my "present" although all I did was recommend it. She was complaining that through the holidays she didn't get any Dick, and that she was itching for it and he wouldn't dish it out. I was listening...but all I kept thinking about was her lips. She has these nice thick full lips, and I just wonder...what would that feel like wrapped around my cock. I look at her thighs a lot, and she has a ridiculous ass on her as well. I typically don't go for mixed / black girls, but she is very attractive. I have avoided offering my services as she can be standoff ish and doesn't even wanna hang out in group setting and always says "you got a girl, you need to be happy."...but lets be honest, if all you want is some dick...I can cover that for you...discretely...but I digress.
Walking out to lunch with my boy we walked behind the warehouse chick that I'm friends with (younger) but have put in the friend bucket. She was wearing her tight fitted black dress pants, heels, a black jacket and her gorgeous straight brown hair was down blowing in the wind. Things that crossed my mind...walking up and grabbing that ass and making a sly comment. Would love to walk up behind her and slide my hands around her waist, pressing her against me and my bulge. Imagined what it might be like to wake up to someone that pretty every morning...would I be insecure about it, and if I was with someone like that and I have all these thoughts all the time, who else would be looking thinking about fucking, licking, or stealing them away.
My boy and I categorized if we had to choose which of the waitresses at the Mexican restaurant we would take home if we didn't have a choice. None really had all the features we wanted so it was a battle of what would we be willing to sacrifice.
The fwb wife has been texting me all day with erotic texts, how much she misses my cum and sucking my dick. That she is practicing with her toys so that her deepthroat skills will be more improved the next time it is that we meet. Expressing how she wants me to fuck her face like I would her pussy. She detailed the last few times how she has had sex with me that her husband has made her watch the blowjob videos while he's fucking her from behind. That he enjoys watching her work, and states that she gets more aroused by watching the videos as well.
I would say that so far I've thought about sex, wrote/read something sexual probably every 10-15 minutes today between 4am and 1pm of the writing of this post. I did not count the number of erections or semis at this time. I didn't get lucky last night with my girl, and I didn't finish myself in the shower...almost masochistic lol.
Got an email from J.V. this morning around 4am. Very sweet email where she highlighted some of the main features that she liked about me, and is surprised that I feel the way I do about myself. It was a pleasant way to start the day and I made it a priority to share some thoughts back with her when I made it into work today.
I spoke with a girl that I used to talk to on the regular with but is currently working on night shift. Her initials are C.D. for future reference, mixed, my age, natural hair, can be a little ratchet from time to time but when she's had enough sleep can be a sweet thoughtful person. She's in one of those love / hate on/off relationships for the past 5 years and can't seem to break the cycle. I don't try to get involved and just lend myself as a sounding board. We talk about sexual things, my relationship, her relationship, etc. I asked her how my "christmas present" is doing? She convinced her man to buy the vibrator that I recommended for her (Hitachi Wand), and has been in love with it since. She tells me all the time how it just soothes her stress away and thanks me a few times a month for my "present" although all I did was recommend it. She was complaining that through the holidays she didn't get any Dick, and that she was itching for it and he wouldn't dish it out. I was listening...but all I kept thinking about was her lips. She has these nice thick full lips, and I just wonder...what would that feel like wrapped around my cock. I look at her thighs a lot, and she has a ridiculous ass on her as well. I typically don't go for mixed / black girls, but she is very attractive. I have avoided offering my services as she can be standoff ish and doesn't even wanna hang out in group setting and always says "you got a girl, you need to be happy."...but lets be honest, if all you want is some dick...I can cover that for you...discretely...but I digress.
Walking out to lunch with my boy we walked behind the warehouse chick that I'm friends with (younger) but have put in the friend bucket. She was wearing her tight fitted black dress pants, heels, a black jacket and her gorgeous straight brown hair was down blowing in the wind. Things that crossed my mind...walking up and grabbing that ass and making a sly comment. Would love to walk up behind her and slide my hands around her waist, pressing her against me and my bulge. Imagined what it might be like to wake up to someone that pretty every morning...would I be insecure about it, and if I was with someone like that and I have all these thoughts all the time, who else would be looking thinking about fucking, licking, or stealing them away.
My boy and I categorized if we had to choose which of the waitresses at the Mexican restaurant we would take home if we didn't have a choice. None really had all the features we wanted so it was a battle of what would we be willing to sacrifice.
The fwb wife has been texting me all day with erotic texts, how much she misses my cum and sucking my dick. That she is practicing with her toys so that her deepthroat skills will be more improved the next time it is that we meet. Expressing how she wants me to fuck her face like I would her pussy. She detailed the last few times how she has had sex with me that her husband has made her watch the blowjob videos while he's fucking her from behind. That he enjoys watching her work, and states that she gets more aroused by watching the videos as well.
I would say that so far I've thought about sex, wrote/read something sexual probably every 10-15 minutes today between 4am and 1pm of the writing of this post. I did not count the number of erections or semis at this time. I didn't get lucky last night with my girl, and I didn't finish myself in the shower...almost masochistic lol.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Horny as fuck...
I've been trying to not write about sexual stuff, but it seems that's not what is on the agenda for the time being. Blue Eyes as requested that i let more of my raw sexual thoughts come out and so I will do my best to express those among other thoughts. Today was a rough day for it based on some of my other assignments that were given to me.
I drove home today thinking about one of my friends with benefits that really enjoys sucking my dick. She's one of the best that I've had, and trully is a queen of spades. Most of my hour long commute was filled with semis and hard ons, and as long as traffic wasn't to excessive I would occasionally stroke my cock through my work pants. Exit 214 on 64 always brings up good memories as well. I used to hook up with a girl there on the regular. It was exciting. Open parking lot, never know who may drive by or park beside you. Usually was once the sun went down, but still...it's a high traffic area. I was planning on meeting cougar today and finally rail break off a piece of that sweet ass...but her hubby got home from work early today. Maybe next time...
I came home and immediately logged onto the sex website to finish reviewing the friend requests. viewed them, thanked them, and went on the hunt for a few more friends to add. I had a few messages from profiles that requested I tribute them. Girls/couples that wanted me to find a picture on their profile and record myself jacking off to them and cumming on the picture. I have a few of those requests pending, the problem is finding the time to do those when the gf isn't around.
I plugged in my external harddrive and spent some time looking at the old naughty photos from my ex mentioned in a previous post. Sat downstairs on the couch with the laptop, blinds up, and just sat there stroking my cock through my workout pants. There is something about the friction that is a turn on, and it's not a painful friction. Just how the material feels against the skin.
gf called...paused the porn playing in the background right now. Back to writing...she will be here in 45 min and wants Chinese that I will go get.
My ex had one of those apple bottom booties. She loved wearing pantie hose and I have a ton of pictures of her wearing those with various cuts of thongs underneath. Nice long legs too. Scrumptious.
There is something about interracial porn that is just beautiful. White girls (snowbunnies) loving black cocks. A lot of what I watch is along those lines, and most of the women I have dated in my life are white. There is nothing sexier having a white woman's lips wrapped around me, or watching the difference in skin tone slide in and out during sex. After looking at the pictures I watched one of my favorite videos of the fwb wife that used to come over on her husbands request. She loves to swallow...it's as though she lives to suck cock and that sweet black seed is her reward. She wants it nowhere else but in her mouth or straight down her throat. This particular vid is one of may favorite. I'm sitting in my chair and she is kneeled before me. I lean back in the sofa and shoot my load all over my chest and stomach...the look on her face is priceless..it's as though I've denied her, she genuinely looks upset. She finishes getting the rest out of me, and then percedes to take her time cleaning me up with her tongue. Making sure not to miss any, pausing in between sections and licking her lips, savoring it almost. I miss that. That erotic connection where the person you're with loves EVERYTHING about you, even the dirty naughty stuff that to me is just normal. I'm no different when I'm eating pussy and if a girl is a squirter. I can't get enough of it... and I will make sure to clean her up properly when she finishes.
I got home at 330...it's not 515...and I have gone through the hard/soft cycle countless times. I'm sweated through, my boxers are soaked, I'm starting to feel that pain where I want my release. But I'm denying myself...I'm going to go take a shower now, cool off....and go get food. After that...I think I"m going to annihilate my gf tonight if she is up for it and doesn't throw in the towel. If not...guess I will take another shower this evening and finish myself there.
Wish me luck tonight...
I drove home today thinking about one of my friends with benefits that really enjoys sucking my dick. She's one of the best that I've had, and trully is a queen of spades. Most of my hour long commute was filled with semis and hard ons, and as long as traffic wasn't to excessive I would occasionally stroke my cock through my work pants. Exit 214 on 64 always brings up good memories as well. I used to hook up with a girl there on the regular. It was exciting. Open parking lot, never know who may drive by or park beside you. Usually was once the sun went down, but still...it's a high traffic area. I was planning on meeting cougar today and finally rail break off a piece of that sweet ass...but her hubby got home from work early today. Maybe next time...
I came home and immediately logged onto the sex website to finish reviewing the friend requests. viewed them, thanked them, and went on the hunt for a few more friends to add. I had a few messages from profiles that requested I tribute them. Girls/couples that wanted me to find a picture on their profile and record myself jacking off to them and cumming on the picture. I have a few of those requests pending, the problem is finding the time to do those when the gf isn't around.
I plugged in my external harddrive and spent some time looking at the old naughty photos from my ex mentioned in a previous post. Sat downstairs on the couch with the laptop, blinds up, and just sat there stroking my cock through my workout pants. There is something about the friction that is a turn on, and it's not a painful friction. Just how the material feels against the skin.
gf called...paused the porn playing in the background right now. Back to writing...she will be here in 45 min and wants Chinese that I will go get.
My ex had one of those apple bottom booties. She loved wearing pantie hose and I have a ton of pictures of her wearing those with various cuts of thongs underneath. Nice long legs too. Scrumptious.
There is something about interracial porn that is just beautiful. White girls (snowbunnies) loving black cocks. A lot of what I watch is along those lines, and most of the women I have dated in my life are white. There is nothing sexier having a white woman's lips wrapped around me, or watching the difference in skin tone slide in and out during sex. After looking at the pictures I watched one of my favorite videos of the fwb wife that used to come over on her husbands request. She loves to swallow...it's as though she lives to suck cock and that sweet black seed is her reward. She wants it nowhere else but in her mouth or straight down her throat. This particular vid is one of may favorite. I'm sitting in my chair and she is kneeled before me. I lean back in the sofa and shoot my load all over my chest and stomach...the look on her face is priceless..it's as though I've denied her, she genuinely looks upset. She finishes getting the rest out of me, and then percedes to take her time cleaning me up with her tongue. Making sure not to miss any, pausing in between sections and licking her lips, savoring it almost. I miss that. That erotic connection where the person you're with loves EVERYTHING about you, even the dirty naughty stuff that to me is just normal. I'm no different when I'm eating pussy and if a girl is a squirter. I can't get enough of it... and I will make sure to clean her up properly when she finishes.
I got home at 330...it's not 515...and I have gone through the hard/soft cycle countless times. I'm sweated through, my boxers are soaked, I'm starting to feel that pain where I want my release. But I'm denying myself...I'm going to go take a shower now, cool off....and go get food. After that...I think I"m going to annihilate my gf tonight if she is up for it and doesn't throw in the towel. If not...guess I will take another shower this evening and finish myself there.
Wish me luck tonight...
Sunday Bowling
Talk about an interesting dynamic....
First off, I find it strange that my own family doesn't bother to invite me out to go bowling. I find out from cougar that my brother is meeting them (their whole family was going) and that my parents were probably going to come too, and that I should show up with my gf. Cougar wanted to see me, and didn't mind if gf was hanging around for it. I worded my texts carefully to my brother and got the low down about bowling and invited myself and gf to go.
So here we are...2 lanes, 2 families...and so much hidden behind the scenes. My brother messing with a pregnant daughter. The husband openly thinks that my brother is fucking his daughter. I'm playing with cougar, which he doesn't know about. My mom oblivious to everything I'm doing, and doesn't like the fact my brother is getting involved with a pregnant chick. My dad knows everything my brother is doing, and finds it funny that a preggers girl is on his bucket list, and he also knows everything that I'm doing.
Cougar was wearing a black hoodie, washout light denim jeans, hair pulled back in a tight pony tail and dark eye make up. That ass in them jeans was screaming. I made sure to watch every throw of hers...as she knows, I enjoy watching her bend down to throw the ball. The seem of her jeans splitting her cheeks, and I can only imagine what that pussy tastes like. Glad I wore boxer briefs that day, cause as usual I get lost in my thoughts and start getting aroused. Each high five we stared at one another...hands lingering, a few winks here and there and managed to even blow a kiss without anyone knowing. All I could think about was having her use my face as a seat cushion...and lower herself down onto my pieced tongue.
To the lane to our left was another MILF. Blonde, not naturally though, dark eyes, well maintained and groomed with her designer haircut and riding boots set perfectly aside against the wall. She had on black jeggings (jeans/leggings...idk) with a camel colored longer fitted sweater/dress kinda thing that just reached the mid point of her ass. She was probably a size 6-8 if I had to guess, and roughly 5'10". Her husband eye balled my father and I when we came in, not sure...he was with mom, and I was with my gf (who admittedly was out matched by the women around her). I starred at his wife a few times...and I'm not ashamed, she was attractive, but had that prissy, high maintenance attitude to her. With a woman like that...my thoughts were more geared toward breaking that attitude out of her...fucking her in her ass while pulling her hair, making her take it and try to break that high attitude out of her. To me there is nothing more dominating or controlling than anal sex.
No other woman at the alley triggered a serious response for the few hours we were out there. My brother went to dinner with them, and I drove my girlfriend and parents back home. When I got home she went in the kitchen to cook. I grabbed my laptop and logged onto my sex site profile to see if any of the friend request from the previous days had been approved. I wanted to view their profiles and videos that were otherwise locked to me. Usually I would wait until she wasn't around, but since my office doesn't exist anymore, and she was in the kitchen I tried to take advantage of the time. She immediately asked what I was doing and I lied about it, saying I was checking something in my email. Is what it is. There were 3 friend requests approved and 2 messages...and I haven't had a chance to check them...will be top priority when I get home though!
Today was the first day that my office wife was back in the office. She won't admit it, but she missed me. I definitely missed her. I got an long hug, good 20 seconds of embrace and her head was pressed against my chest. She was all smiles, anxious, out of breath, all in all a great 20 minute catch up session where we talked about what has been going on. She's the one female that just gives me butterflies in this building. There are other attractive women, one older, one younger...but I've down a great job of keeping them in the "friend" bucket, although I do have thoughts of sleeping with them or wondering what their bodies are like, what their into, and if they've ever had a BBC...seeing as their white girls...I like to call them snow bunnies.
Sexual appetite was pretty high yesterday, with the stimulation between the two ladies at the bowling alley. It caused me to want to log into my sex profile site to view the status of my requests...even though it was short lived it was still exciting to do with her being only a few steps away.
Today started off ok. It increased with me looking at old emails and pictures of my former gf (jen) after watching a video that Blue Eyes requested I watch. It then put me down on a memory path of past experiences and what they have looked like. Key movements during sex, their body positionings, their hair after a hot fuck session, their faces if they allowed me to cum on them. With my office wife knowing the way she is, my sexual thoughts are more relaxed only because I know she isn't into most of those things. It's hard to envision what it would be like otherwise.
First off, I find it strange that my own family doesn't bother to invite me out to go bowling. I find out from cougar that my brother is meeting them (their whole family was going) and that my parents were probably going to come too, and that I should show up with my gf. Cougar wanted to see me, and didn't mind if gf was hanging around for it. I worded my texts carefully to my brother and got the low down about bowling and invited myself and gf to go.
So here we are...2 lanes, 2 families...and so much hidden behind the scenes. My brother messing with a pregnant daughter. The husband openly thinks that my brother is fucking his daughter. I'm playing with cougar, which he doesn't know about. My mom oblivious to everything I'm doing, and doesn't like the fact my brother is getting involved with a pregnant chick. My dad knows everything my brother is doing, and finds it funny that a preggers girl is on his bucket list, and he also knows everything that I'm doing.
Cougar was wearing a black hoodie, washout light denim jeans, hair pulled back in a tight pony tail and dark eye make up. That ass in them jeans was screaming. I made sure to watch every throw of hers...as she knows, I enjoy watching her bend down to throw the ball. The seem of her jeans splitting her cheeks, and I can only imagine what that pussy tastes like. Glad I wore boxer briefs that day, cause as usual I get lost in my thoughts and start getting aroused. Each high five we stared at one another...hands lingering, a few winks here and there and managed to even blow a kiss without anyone knowing. All I could think about was having her use my face as a seat cushion...and lower herself down onto my pieced tongue.
To the lane to our left was another MILF. Blonde, not naturally though, dark eyes, well maintained and groomed with her designer haircut and riding boots set perfectly aside against the wall. She had on black jeggings (jeans/leggings...idk) with a camel colored longer fitted sweater/dress kinda thing that just reached the mid point of her ass. She was probably a size 6-8 if I had to guess, and roughly 5'10". Her husband eye balled my father and I when we came in, not sure...he was with mom, and I was with my gf (who admittedly was out matched by the women around her). I starred at his wife a few times...and I'm not ashamed, she was attractive, but had that prissy, high maintenance attitude to her. With a woman like that...my thoughts were more geared toward breaking that attitude out of her...fucking her in her ass while pulling her hair, making her take it and try to break that high attitude out of her. To me there is nothing more dominating or controlling than anal sex.
No other woman at the alley triggered a serious response for the few hours we were out there. My brother went to dinner with them, and I drove my girlfriend and parents back home. When I got home she went in the kitchen to cook. I grabbed my laptop and logged onto my sex site profile to see if any of the friend request from the previous days had been approved. I wanted to view their profiles and videos that were otherwise locked to me. Usually I would wait until she wasn't around, but since my office doesn't exist anymore, and she was in the kitchen I tried to take advantage of the time. She immediately asked what I was doing and I lied about it, saying I was checking something in my email. Is what it is. There were 3 friend requests approved and 2 messages...and I haven't had a chance to check them...will be top priority when I get home though!
Today was the first day that my office wife was back in the office. She won't admit it, but she missed me. I definitely missed her. I got an long hug, good 20 seconds of embrace and her head was pressed against my chest. She was all smiles, anxious, out of breath, all in all a great 20 minute catch up session where we talked about what has been going on. She's the one female that just gives me butterflies in this building. There are other attractive women, one older, one younger...but I've down a great job of keeping them in the "friend" bucket, although I do have thoughts of sleeping with them or wondering what their bodies are like, what their into, and if they've ever had a BBC...seeing as their white girls...I like to call them snow bunnies.
Sexual appetite was pretty high yesterday, with the stimulation between the two ladies at the bowling alley. It caused me to want to log into my sex profile site to view the status of my requests...even though it was short lived it was still exciting to do with her being only a few steps away.
Today started off ok. It increased with me looking at old emails and pictures of my former gf (jen) after watching a video that Blue Eyes requested I watch. It then put me down on a memory path of past experiences and what they have looked like. Key movements during sex, their body positionings, their hair after a hot fuck session, their faces if they allowed me to cum on them. With my office wife knowing the way she is, my sexual thoughts are more relaxed only because I know she isn't into most of those things. It's hard to envision what it would be like otherwise.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Dreams
What do they mean? Do they mean anything at all?
To be honest for the longest time I was fairly sure that I had lost the ability to dream. Sometimes you know you had a dream, but then when you wake up you can't remember what it was that you were dreaming. But for the better part of almost 2 years I probably hadn't been dreaming at all. Not sure what that means.
About a week ago...I started dreaming again. I forgot how real they feel. Ironically the first one that I recall having was an erotic one, yes I know...two steps away from a sex addict, but what was TRULLY different about this one is that I actually had a wet dream. This hasn't happened to me since I was a young teenager. To actually wake up from a dream and be having an orgasm was definitely different, not to mention my girl was in bed as well. We fall asleep typically facing away from one another, so all was well. I didn't recognize the girl, or the location we were in..there were multiple...but apparently it was a good time!! It actually sparked an interest in me again to start writing graphic material again....and found some of my old work that I was doing a few years back. We'll see if it ever gets posted lol.
I've had a few violent dreams. Fighting, shootings, car accidents, etc. None of which I've ever been fatally hurt in but I've been jacked up pretty good in a few of them. The people in my dreams are friends from HS, coworkers, but the locations are always places that I don't recall ever seeing or visiting. Fantasy land if you will.
Nothing has really changed in my life majorly over the last few weeks. Things have been much of the same, aside from me venting my issues to Blue Eyes. But I don't think that talking about my issues would free up enough space to begin dreaming. I've vented to friends and such, left a few of the details out that I don't want to share with them, but still wasn't dreaming.
To be honest for the longest time I was fairly sure that I had lost the ability to dream. Sometimes you know you had a dream, but then when you wake up you can't remember what it was that you were dreaming. But for the better part of almost 2 years I probably hadn't been dreaming at all. Not sure what that means.
About a week ago...I started dreaming again. I forgot how real they feel. Ironically the first one that I recall having was an erotic one, yes I know...two steps away from a sex addict, but what was TRULLY different about this one is that I actually had a wet dream. This hasn't happened to me since I was a young teenager. To actually wake up from a dream and be having an orgasm was definitely different, not to mention my girl was in bed as well. We fall asleep typically facing away from one another, so all was well. I didn't recognize the girl, or the location we were in..there were multiple...but apparently it was a good time!! It actually sparked an interest in me again to start writing graphic material again....and found some of my old work that I was doing a few years back. We'll see if it ever gets posted lol.
I've had a few violent dreams. Fighting, shootings, car accidents, etc. None of which I've ever been fatally hurt in but I've been jacked up pretty good in a few of them. The people in my dreams are friends from HS, coworkers, but the locations are always places that I don't recall ever seeing or visiting. Fantasy land if you will.
Nothing has really changed in my life majorly over the last few weeks. Things have been much of the same, aside from me venting my issues to Blue Eyes. But I don't think that talking about my issues would free up enough space to begin dreaming. I've vented to friends and such, left a few of the details out that I don't want to share with them, but still wasn't dreaming.
S.S.D.D.
New Year's eve was kind of a bust. As mentioned before, my gf was sick...she is still sick but hopefully is turning the corner. I'm sure she isn't having any fun. The evening was spent finishing up Breaking Bad, awesome show, and watching Criminal Minds. I don't think I made it till 11 before I was out. I intentionally turned off my phone for the evening because I wanted to see how many of my "friends" would send me a "Happy New Year" text. The next morning I had an awesome 4 text messages waiting on me to read...kind of depressing but lets me know a few things as well. Even better...the text messages weren't from people who I would expect to get them from.
Cooked breakfast for the two of us, and made plans with my client to train him while I'm getting my workout in as well. Gf's family were to meet us at Olive Garden at 2pm for lunch. I got a decent workout in, busted my clients ass, and headed back to the house. To my surprise, my gf had been working on taking down the Christmas decorations and breaking down the tree. I finished up packing things up and putting them in the attic space. Cleaned the rest of downstairs, showered, shaved, and boom...out the door in time to make it to lunch by 2. We arrive at 145, she places the call to her family.....and should have known, motherfuckers hadn't even left the fucking house yet. I instantly blew my top. Why is it so fucking hard to be on time. It's disrespectful in my eyes...I have a busy schedule, and rearrange my time in the morning to ensure that I am here on time. I don't think it's to much to ask to request the same from other people. Being on a cleaner diet I had to behave and just get soup...which is frustrating in itself! By the time we got home it was already getting cold again and I didn't have get a chance to clean the ride.
The topic of lifting was brought up during lunch. I knew it was bait, as both the father and brother are "one uppers", and I wasn't trying to get caught in that type of conversation. They expressed interest in what kind of weight I was doing for what exercises, and I tried to be as vanilla as possible. Eventually they got what they wanted though, and then proceeded to tell me stories of what they had done in the past, the most ridiculous was her father telling me he was doing leg presses with 1300lbs in HS. I stroked his ego a bit, said I was impressed, and in the back of my head was thinking you lying piece of shit...Haters are going to hate. And there will always be haters. I was reading up on a man named Richard Hawthorne, known as the "human ant". Black man, 5'5", weighing in at only 127-133lbs, but is able to deadlift 610lbs for repetitions. That's 4.5 times his body weight!! And what do I see, forums filled with pages after pages saying it's because he's short, or because he's wearing a special spandex one piece lifting outfit, or this or not...it's just amazing. Nobody likes to see others shine or out do what they can do...seems to be universal in this world.
I'm at work now, only one in my division here. Typical, as nobody else shows up until around 8 or so. The night crew is supposed to be relieved at 7. They are a 24x7x365 operation, something I used to do a few years back before getting promoted. The issue is, their relief is never on time, and so I'm stuck being the nice guy and letting them go home so they don't have to wait on their relief. It's not fair to the guys who have already worked their 12 hour shift to have to wait on someone, yet none of them have the balls to call the manager and report that their relief is late. The problem will never fix itself. Why is it that 80% of the work gets done by 20% of the workforce? And why is that the people who do the least, get promoted the fastest?? Meh...part of new years resolutions...vented, letting it go...to the best of my ability.
Cooked breakfast for the two of us, and made plans with my client to train him while I'm getting my workout in as well. Gf's family were to meet us at Olive Garden at 2pm for lunch. I got a decent workout in, busted my clients ass, and headed back to the house. To my surprise, my gf had been working on taking down the Christmas decorations and breaking down the tree. I finished up packing things up and putting them in the attic space. Cleaned the rest of downstairs, showered, shaved, and boom...out the door in time to make it to lunch by 2. We arrive at 145, she places the call to her family.....and should have known, motherfuckers hadn't even left the fucking house yet. I instantly blew my top. Why is it so fucking hard to be on time. It's disrespectful in my eyes...I have a busy schedule, and rearrange my time in the morning to ensure that I am here on time. I don't think it's to much to ask to request the same from other people. Being on a cleaner diet I had to behave and just get soup...which is frustrating in itself! By the time we got home it was already getting cold again and I didn't have get a chance to clean the ride.
The topic of lifting was brought up during lunch. I knew it was bait, as both the father and brother are "one uppers", and I wasn't trying to get caught in that type of conversation. They expressed interest in what kind of weight I was doing for what exercises, and I tried to be as vanilla as possible. Eventually they got what they wanted though, and then proceeded to tell me stories of what they had done in the past, the most ridiculous was her father telling me he was doing leg presses with 1300lbs in HS. I stroked his ego a bit, said I was impressed, and in the back of my head was thinking you lying piece of shit...Haters are going to hate. And there will always be haters. I was reading up on a man named Richard Hawthorne, known as the "human ant". Black man, 5'5", weighing in at only 127-133lbs, but is able to deadlift 610lbs for repetitions. That's 4.5 times his body weight!! And what do I see, forums filled with pages after pages saying it's because he's short, or because he's wearing a special spandex one piece lifting outfit, or this or not...it's just amazing. Nobody likes to see others shine or out do what they can do...seems to be universal in this world.
I'm at work now, only one in my division here. Typical, as nobody else shows up until around 8 or so. The night crew is supposed to be relieved at 7. They are a 24x7x365 operation, something I used to do a few years back before getting promoted. The issue is, their relief is never on time, and so I'm stuck being the nice guy and letting them go home so they don't have to wait on their relief. It's not fair to the guys who have already worked their 12 hour shift to have to wait on someone, yet none of them have the balls to call the manager and report that their relief is late. The problem will never fix itself. Why is it that 80% of the work gets done by 20% of the workforce? And why is that the people who do the least, get promoted the fastest?? Meh...part of new years resolutions...vented, letting it go...to the best of my ability.
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