3 new boys in the last 5 days.
I promise you I'll write about them once this year has officially come to a close.
I do hope you all are doing well.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Breakup Rule #24
Hope you all enjoyed Christmas day! Mine was pretty fantastic and quite eventful :)
Here's the rule:
If they want back in they'll knock and let you know but don't chase after them. It's a supreme waste of time and energy and leads to nothing!
I'll be back to share one of my recent experiences ;)
Talk soon.
Here's the rule:
If someone walks out on you...close the door and lock it behind them.
If they want back in they'll knock and let you know but don't chase after them. It's a supreme waste of time and energy and leads to nothing!
I'll be back to share one of my recent experiences ;)
Talk soon.
Friday, December 18, 2009
New Feature! Translate The Blog
Hiya folks,
Again, thanks for following along with me through this difficult, fun, and crazy time.
Since the blog is being read regularly in more than 30 countries I decided to add a page translation feature to the site.
To translate the page just select the language you'd like from the Google Translator on the right side of the page.
Happy Hunting!
Again, thanks for following along with me through this difficult, fun, and crazy time.
Since the blog is being read regularly in more than 30 countries I decided to add a page translation feature to the site.
To translate the page just select the language you'd like from the Google Translator on the right side of the page.
Happy Hunting!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Ass From The Past #2: When SHIT Happens!
I hope all of you are doing well!
BOY have I got a doozy for you lovely people!
Yes folks. That's right. I said shit and I'm not talking about the metaphorical kind.
I only tell this story because I know it'll make some of you laugh, and will be helpful for some of you.
It had never happened to me before. Not in all my years of having sex. (I'm only 25)
According to friends I have joined some sort of club. A club I never wanted to be part of.
It was November 11, 2009.
He was 19. Latino. Seriously cute.
His message to me:
I didn't see any problem with doing that.
Even though we both seemed excited to get together it took a number of tries before it happened. On the day we met it was raining and he was taking the bus over to my place. It seemed to take forever for him to arrive but I wasn't going anywhere. I was ready to play.
I met him at the bus stop and we walked the long walk back to my place. We talked about his class. The one was skipping to be with me. English. We also discussed his sexual experience. He didn't have much and what little he had experienced wasn't all that great. He told me he liked having sex with girls but they were a lot of trouble. That and he seriously liked having a dick in his ass.
His hoodie was wet from the rain so I put it in the dryer while he sat on the sofa. I offered him a drink. They always decline the drink. Maybe they think I'm going to put something in it? Thoughts?
I sat on the sofa, stood him up in front on me, unzipped his pants while he removed his shirt. I was surprised by the size of the dick on such a small guy. If you've been reading you already know that I'm not all that interested in dicks. I'm an ass guy but I can certainly appreciate a beautiful one.
Oh OH! I forgot I have a picture...
Here goes:
That's him. I enjoyed sucking his dick. Maybe a little too much if that's possible. I almost forgot what he wanted. "Rape my ass". His words.
Into the room and onto the bed we went..."FUCK ME HARD".
His beautiful ass was waiting for me and I honestly didn't want to stop staring at it. You know what I mean? When the ass is just so glorious you want to take a picture and frame it?
There I was on top of him. Fucking his brains out. He was moaning and grabbing at the pillows. The deeper I went the better it felt...the more he told me how much he loved it.
Believe me, I was having a great time and was glad that he too was enjoying himself. It was one of those days...Did I say that this was 11am? No, I don't think I did. Anyway...
It was one of those days when you just KNOW it's going to be a good LONG fuck. I was so into it, and I was prepared to make this memorable. For both of us. That definitely happened but not for the reasons I'd like it to have happened.
Thrust. Grind. Thrust. GRIND. THRUST.
GRIND. WETNESS.
Hmm...Yes...something happened. I didn't understand what was going on at first so I kept on doing what I was doing, but something wasn't right. Something smelled weird and it wasn't the trash can or dirty laundry.
I remember thinking that I was going to get some more lube but when this something happened it all of a sudden seemed unnecessary. I pulled out using my hand.
When I let go of my dick HE excused himself to the bathroom and I took notice of my hand. The room was dark but lit somewhat by the small amount of light piercing through the blinds. My hand. It seemed to be covered with something viscous. Something dark in color and the closer my hand was to my face the smellier things got.
BAM!
It hit me.
THIS IS SHIT!
THE BOY LET LOOSE ON MY DICK!
I had to think quickly because he was in the bathroom and I knew then that he knew what happened. I knew he was incredibly embarrassed. Hell, I was embarrassed for him! I cleaned myself up while he was in the bathroom and when I was done so was he. Our eyes me and I smiled. I asked him if he wanted to take a shower.
Needless to say we were DONE having sex.
When he was ready to leave I continued being the southern boy I am. Smile on my face, feeling really awful about it. I knew I was being rough. I hoped that I didn't do too much. Some first impression, huh?
I got his hoodie out of the dryer and helped him get it on. I asked if he wanted to me walk him to the bus stop but he assured me he could make it back alone. "It isn't hard. I'll make it back fine."
"Hey, call me if you get lost. I hope I can see you again sometime." Never thinking that was going to happen. Would I come back? Probably not. I'd run like hell.
My final thoughts about the situation:
Boys. Gentlemen. PLEASE understand that you must not only be showered and cleaned OFF when you plan on engaging in anal sex but you also much clean yourself OUT down there. Perhaps a high fiber diet would help? Lots of water never hurt either but there are devices and things available in drugs stores to perform at home enemas should you need one.
Don't be embarrassed by using them because it's a SHIT TON less embarrassing than the alternative. Lastly, don't eat a giant meal a few hours before your wild sex! Thanks.
The day wasn't a total wash! Wash. I crack myself up. :o)
Later on that night at 10:54pm a cute Indian guy came to pick me up. We went back to his place and fooled around for a few hours. But of course I'll save that for another time!
Has this ever happened to you? Call me and tell me about it.
If you'd like to read a bit more about why I'm doing this check out my first post: "Relationships Aren't Forever"
I want to take a quick second to thank all of you who have reached out to me and expressed their interested in the blog and this journey of mine. Feel free to message me or use that CALL button at the top of the page to give me a call for FREE. It's private and doesn't cost a thing thanks to Google. I don't sleep a whole bunch so if you feel like chatting or have questions just let me know!
BOY have I got a doozy for you lovely people!
Yes folks. That's right. I said shit and I'm not talking about the metaphorical kind.
I only tell this story because I know it'll make some of you laugh, and will be helpful for some of you.
It had never happened to me before. Not in all my years of having sex. (I'm only 25)
According to friends I have joined some sort of club. A club I never wanted to be part of.
It was November 11, 2009.
He was 19. Latino. Seriously cute.
His message to me:
"im in __________. please fuck me, i havnt had cock in a long time"
I didn't see any problem with doing that.
Even though we both seemed excited to get together it took a number of tries before it happened. On the day we met it was raining and he was taking the bus over to my place. It seemed to take forever for him to arrive but I wasn't going anywhere. I was ready to play.
I met him at the bus stop and we walked the long walk back to my place. We talked about his class. The one was skipping to be with me. English. We also discussed his sexual experience. He didn't have much and what little he had experienced wasn't all that great. He told me he liked having sex with girls but they were a lot of trouble. That and he seriously liked having a dick in his ass.
His hoodie was wet from the rain so I put it in the dryer while he sat on the sofa. I offered him a drink. They always decline the drink. Maybe they think I'm going to put something in it? Thoughts?
I sat on the sofa, stood him up in front on me, unzipped his pants while he removed his shirt. I was surprised by the size of the dick on such a small guy. If you've been reading you already know that I'm not all that interested in dicks. I'm an ass guy but I can certainly appreciate a beautiful one.
Oh OH! I forgot I have a picture...
Here goes:
That's him. I enjoyed sucking his dick. Maybe a little too much if that's possible. I almost forgot what he wanted. "Rape my ass". His words.
Into the room and onto the bed we went..."FUCK ME HARD".
His beautiful ass was waiting for me and I honestly didn't want to stop staring at it. You know what I mean? When the ass is just so glorious you want to take a picture and frame it?
There I was on top of him. Fucking his brains out. He was moaning and grabbing at the pillows. The deeper I went the better it felt...the more he told me how much he loved it.
Believe me, I was having a great time and was glad that he too was enjoying himself. It was one of those days...Did I say that this was 11am? No, I don't think I did. Anyway...
It was one of those days when you just KNOW it's going to be a good LONG fuck. I was so into it, and I was prepared to make this memorable. For both of us. That definitely happened but not for the reasons I'd like it to have happened.
Thrust. Grind. Thrust. GRIND. THRUST.
GRIND. WETNESS.
Hmm...Yes...something happened. I didn't understand what was going on at first so I kept on doing what I was doing, but something wasn't right. Something smelled weird and it wasn't the trash can or dirty laundry.
I remember thinking that I was going to get some more lube but when this something happened it all of a sudden seemed unnecessary. I pulled out using my hand.
When I let go of my dick HE excused himself to the bathroom and I took notice of my hand. The room was dark but lit somewhat by the small amount of light piercing through the blinds. My hand. It seemed to be covered with something viscous. Something dark in color and the closer my hand was to my face the smellier things got.
BAM!
It hit me.
THIS IS SHIT!
THE BOY LET LOOSE ON MY DICK!
I had to think quickly because he was in the bathroom and I knew then that he knew what happened. I knew he was incredibly embarrassed. Hell, I was embarrassed for him! I cleaned myself up while he was in the bathroom and when I was done so was he. Our eyes me and I smiled. I asked him if he wanted to take a shower.
Needless to say we were DONE having sex.
When he was ready to leave I continued being the southern boy I am. Smile on my face, feeling really awful about it. I knew I was being rough. I hoped that I didn't do too much. Some first impression, huh?
I got his hoodie out of the dryer and helped him get it on. I asked if he wanted to me walk him to the bus stop but he assured me he could make it back alone. "It isn't hard. I'll make it back fine."
"Hey, call me if you get lost. I hope I can see you again sometime." Never thinking that was going to happen. Would I come back? Probably not. I'd run like hell.
My final thoughts about the situation:
Boys. Gentlemen. PLEASE understand that you must not only be showered and cleaned OFF when you plan on engaging in anal sex but you also much clean yourself OUT down there. Perhaps a high fiber diet would help? Lots of water never hurt either but there are devices and things available in drugs stores to perform at home enemas should you need one.
Don't be embarrassed by using them because it's a SHIT TON less embarrassing than the alternative. Lastly, don't eat a giant meal a few hours before your wild sex! Thanks.
The day wasn't a total wash! Wash. I crack myself up. :o)
Later on that night at 10:54pm a cute Indian guy came to pick me up. We went back to his place and fooled around for a few hours. But of course I'll save that for another time!
Has this ever happened to you? Call me and tell me about it.
If you'd like to read a bit more about why I'm doing this check out my first post: "Relationships Aren't Forever"
I want to take a quick second to thank all of you who have reached out to me and expressed their interested in the blog and this journey of mine. Feel free to message me or use that CALL button at the top of the page to give me a call for FREE. It's private and doesn't cost a thing thanks to Google. I don't sleep a whole bunch so if you feel like chatting or have questions just let me know!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Soldier of Love...
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I don't know what to do.
I lost one very important relationship and now another one seems to be slipping away too.
I can't wrap my head around these things. Why someone would choose to end such a long, rich, textured, and loving relationship over someone/something that appears to matter so little is so far beyond my ability to understand. I'm tired of feeling hurt. Everyday I wake up and the first thought on my mind is generally my ex, but slowly it's taking a different shape. It's not a "I can't stop thinking about him"...it's a "Wow, I can't believe I'm not hurting over him this morning"...that sort of feeling.
Friends. Do they come and go? Does a friend do that?
If you're not helping me, you're hurting me. That's what I feel.
I don't want to be the only one who gets it. Say you love me. Then act like you do.
I'm a soldier of love. Fighting all alone it seems.
I've lost the use of my heart but I'm still alive...
I don't know what to do.
I lost one very important relationship and now another one seems to be slipping away too.
I can't wrap my head around these things. Why someone would choose to end such a long, rich, textured, and loving relationship over someone/something that appears to matter so little is so far beyond my ability to understand. I'm tired of feeling hurt. Everyday I wake up and the first thought on my mind is generally my ex, but slowly it's taking a different shape. It's not a "I can't stop thinking about him"...it's a "Wow, I can't believe I'm not hurting over him this morning"...that sort of feeling.
Friends. Do they come and go? Does a friend do that?
If you're not helping me, you're hurting me. That's what I feel.
I don't want to be the only one who gets it. Say you love me. Then act like you do.
I'm a soldier of love. Fighting all alone it seems.
I've lost the use of my heart but I'm still alive...
"You're Too Cold..."
"Yeah, this isn't going to work...Sorry..."
That's what I told the guy who's been yapping for weeks now about coming over. Every time something came up and he couldn't make it. So he said.
Tonight he was set on coming over and of course I said ok. Didn't believe he was coming until I heard the faint knock at the door. Wow. He meant it this time.
He was here 10min then I asked him to leave. His body was cold and so was I when we got down to business. I wasn't feeling it. Just didn't feel like faking it. I've done it enough times to know I'm not interested in doing it again.
Now I've got to block him so we don't go through all this again.
Next. Please?
That's what I told the guy who's been yapping for weeks now about coming over. Every time something came up and he couldn't make it. So he said.
Tonight he was set on coming over and of course I said ok. Didn't believe he was coming until I heard the faint knock at the door. Wow. He meant it this time.
He was here 10min then I asked him to leave. His body was cold and so was I when we got down to business. I wasn't feeling it. Just didn't feel like faking it. I've done it enough times to know I'm not interested in doing it again.
Now I've got to block him so we don't go through all this again.
Next. Please?
Friday, December 11, 2009
Breakup Rule #13
If you DON'T want an enemy...
DON'T create one!
End. It. As. Well. As. You. Can.
Seriously? Don't be an idiot. Apologize for what has happened...and for your part in it and then...HUG IT OUT...LET IT GO...AND MOVE ON. We don't know what the future holds so it's best to play nice.
Sounds simple, huh?
DON'T create one!
End. It. As. Well. As. You. Can.
Seriously? Don't be an idiot. Apologize for what has happened...and for your part in it and then...HUG IT OUT...LET IT GO...AND MOVE ON. We don't know what the future holds so it's best to play nice.
Sounds simple, huh?
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Ass From The Past #1: The Introduction
Long before I thought about starting this blog I was already ankle deep in this world of hookups. I had about 5 or so under my belt...or underneath my pants. However you like to think of it. Those stories, the early experiences are just too good to let go so from time to time I'll tell the story of some "ASS FROM THE PAST". By doing this I can both fill you in on all the details and keep track of what the hell I'm doing and whom I've DONE. It's amazing how much sex one can have outside of a relationship!
Oct. 20 2009 -1am
He responded with:
"hey i am 22 wm. 5'9 140. blnde blue. ready to travel now. only pics on my phone. 6** 368 ****. text me so i can send them to u and we can meet up. peace."
I sent him a text message, requested the pics and what I received was very interesting indeed. Cute. Small. Blonde. Blue eyes. I don't generally find myself attracted to blond boys but he was exceptional and I was horny. We exchanged a number of text messages and he said he was on his way over. He took a cab and arrived around 1am. $60 ride. He came from Arlington.
Before he arrived he'd text me dirty things which I liked very much so. He told me what he wanted from me...asked me what I wanted to do to him...and when I told him I wanted to cum in his mouth he said, "I love cum". I smiled.
When I opened the door I still had this stupid grin on my face. Amazingly there was NO tension there. He smiled, and walked in. He was so cute. The candle was lit. I smelled good. So did he. He quickly took off and threw his clothes onto the floor. I walked into the bathroom for a moment and went I got back he was in bed. Underneath the blanket and sheets. This was unusual because even though I was no expert at this at the time, I knew hookups happened on top of the bedding because getting into the bed is an intimate thing and hookups are rarely intimate things. This only made me even more excited. I liked his style.
I tossed my shirt over the chair and let my pants fall to the floor. He motioned with his finger for me to come to bed.
His nipples against my tongue. I could feel the tiny hairs stand at attention...waiting for my lips. His moans were sweet. Candy-coated. We kissed and then kissed again. His smooth tongue toyed with mine for what seemed like an eternity.This was bliss. Who knew sex with someone unknown could feel like this?! This was passion if I'd ever felt it. Sure, we weren't in love but our lust for one another was pure. This wasn't just fucking. This was lusting and frankly... it was fantastic.
This boy was freaky. Seriously fucking freaky. I bent him over the bed and with his face pressed into the pillow he said, "How freaky do you get?". I honestly didn't know how I was supposed to respond. I actually said (while pounding away at his perfect little ass), "Uhhh, you're kinda putting me on the spot." He smiled and pushed back onto my dick. I wrapped my arms around him and while his back was pressed tightly against my chest he turned and licked my face...my lips eventually met his. We became liquid and drank one another.
"How freaky do you get? Is there anyone else here? What do they look like? Well I figure I came all this way I might as well go all the way..." Yeah. Freaky. We didn't invite anyone else in but what happened next was risky. With my two friends sleeping soundly in the other bedroom, he said he wanted me to fuck him in the living room. I am not one to turn down such a thing. I sat on the sofa...and he exclaimed that he wanted to ride me. And he did. He rode my dick with such fury and the moans and yelps he let out frightened me a little. There I was, fucking this beautiful guy on the sofa, moonlight shining through the sliding doors, and two unsuspecting people sleeping 15ft away with 2 inches of door between us and them. Every time he let out a "HARDER!" "DEEPER!" I feared the creak of the door.
From the sofa...to the floor...back to the sofa and then he pulled one of the chairs away from the dining room table and placed his knees in the seat of the chair. He held onto the back rest. I fucked him there. HARD. He yelled. "YEAH! I LIKE IT WHEN A REAL MAN FUCKS ME DEEP! FUCK ME YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER!". I was so afraid but so turned on. The boy was trying to wear me out! We left the chair and headed back to bed where we continued to fuck like people who'd done it many times with one another...The cum he wanted in his mouth eventually ended up there. His mouth, his face, his neck. He enjoyed it. A LOT.
After it was all over we talked. We talked for couple of hours actually. We both had a southern connection. Although he was white/blond/blue eyed/Jewish we had an understanding...he had spent lots of time where I grew up and liked it there. He also had a fascination with churches...the kind I grew up going to. We discussed law school. He starts in January 2010. I told him how I had been considering it myself. He said not to do it if I didn't plan on practicing law. He's probably right. I like the idea of the credentials but actually practicing law isn't appealing.
Hours later we were finished. We both agreed it was fantastic. We smiled. That stupid grin again.
Overall it was a fantastic night. Actually one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I never thought that was possible. Not with a...stranger, ya know? Who'da thunk it?!
Questions? Thoughts?
Don't be shy ;-)
Side note: One of the most interesting developments to come out of my new openness to one night stands/NSA(No Strings Attached) hookups is my realization that sex CAN be just that. SEX. I've learned that sex, good sex, can be present without love. I used to believe that in order to feel the absolute best about the sex one has, it should happen within the bounds of a committed relationship between people who share a bond on a...perhaps a "spiritual level". While I will agree that it's great to look into the eyes of someone you love unconditionally, someone you wish to share your life with...it isn't necessary. I'll chalk it up to not really living life and then judging others based on my own situation. I was a judgmental asshole. I will admit that.
This boy was freaky. Seriously fucking freaky. I bent him over the bed and with his face pressed into the pillow he said, "How freaky do you get?". I honestly didn't know how I was supposed to respond. I actually said (while pounding away at his perfect little ass), "Uhhh, you're kinda putting me on the spot." He smiled and pushed back onto my dick. I wrapped my arms around him and while his back was pressed tightly against my chest he turned and licked my face...my lips eventually met his. We became liquid and drank one another.
"How freaky do you get? Is there anyone else here? What do they look like? Well I figure I came all this way I might as well go all the way..." Yeah. Freaky. We didn't invite anyone else in but what happened next was risky. With my two friends sleeping soundly in the other bedroom, he said he wanted me to fuck him in the living room. I am not one to turn down such a thing. I sat on the sofa...and he exclaimed that he wanted to ride me. And he did. He rode my dick with such fury and the moans and yelps he let out frightened me a little. There I was, fucking this beautiful guy on the sofa, moonlight shining through the sliding doors, and two unsuspecting people sleeping 15ft away with 2 inches of door between us and them. Every time he let out a "HARDER!" "DEEPER!" I feared the creak of the door.
From the sofa...to the floor...back to the sofa and then he pulled one of the chairs away from the dining room table and placed his knees in the seat of the chair. He held onto the back rest. I fucked him there. HARD. He yelled. "YEAH! I LIKE IT WHEN A REAL MAN FUCKS ME DEEP! FUCK ME YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER!". I was so afraid but so turned on. The boy was trying to wear me out! We left the chair and headed back to bed where we continued to fuck like people who'd done it many times with one another...The cum he wanted in his mouth eventually ended up there. His mouth, his face, his neck. He enjoyed it. A LOT.
After it was all over we talked. We talked for couple of hours actually. We both had a southern connection. Although he was white/blond/blue eyed/Jewish we had an understanding...he had spent lots of time where I grew up and liked it there. He also had a fascination with churches...the kind I grew up going to. We discussed law school. He starts in January 2010. I told him how I had been considering it myself. He said not to do it if I didn't plan on practicing law. He's probably right. I like the idea of the credentials but actually practicing law isn't appealing.
Hours later we were finished. We both agreed it was fantastic. We smiled. That stupid grin again.
Overall it was a fantastic night. Actually one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I never thought that was possible. Not with a...stranger, ya know? Who'da thunk it?!
Questions? Thoughts?
Don't be shy ;-)
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Juicy Stuff...
There are a number of additions on the way...
A football player...University boy...and a Brazilian...OH MY!
Soon.
A football player...University boy...and a Brazilian...OH MY!
Soon.
Friday, November 20, 2009
30 MINUTE SEX, PLEASE?
QUESTION: How good could 30 minute sex possibly be?
HIM:
So a few weeks back when I first started on this journey I saw this cutie. Well, let me back up a bit. I had seen him LONG before I was "available"...his profile on the iPhone app GRINDR was enticing from the moment I saw it but alas...I never thought we'd meet. At least not under these circumstances.
After creating my ManHunt profile, I saw him there...OMG...*sigh* If only. I took a leap and "winked" at him...NO response. I sent a message or 3 over the course of a few weeks. NOTHING. I even got up the courage to IM him when I saw him online. Again...He wouldn't accept. This guy wasn't interested. Or so it seemed.
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I logged into Manhunt tonight and was just checking email when I got an IM. The screen name looked familiar. It was HIM. I took a breath and accepted that IM as fast as I could. I wondered for a moment what he could want with me. Me? Seriously? Do I have a reputation already?!
He told me he was horny. Wanted to come over. That he was "only into fucking". Meaning all he wanted to do was bend over and take it up the ass. He asked me about my size...told me he needed at least 30 minutes. When I told him that would be a problem he said, "you'd think so but most guys seem to last 2-5min". I've NEVER had that issue so I wasn't worried even a little.
"Be there around 8". It was 7:30pm. He knocked on the door at 7:54pm. Early. I liked that. I peeped through the peep hole and there he was. Beautiful. We walked through the apartment to the bedroom. Red light blaring of course. He quickly removed his clothes. It's awkward to say but I could have just looked at him in his clothes all night. The way they hugged his beautiful body was impressive. I helped him remove his hoodie...his belt clunked as his pants hit the floor.
His ass was glowing in the red light and the shadows it cast were beckoning me in. He put his chest on the bed and left his ass hovering in the air for me. I took it all in quickly. In a matter of moments I had put the condom and lubed up. He shook his ass for me and I slowly slid my finger into him...1...and after some time...2...His ass was better than perfect. His skin was tremendously soft.
I was happy. I was fucking him. Enjoying the way he pushed back into me. It was delightful how he answered me when I asked him if he liked what I was doing to him and for him. His moan was addictive. I wrapped my arms underneath him and held onto him by his shoulders. He liked it immensely. No matter what we did. I was in control. Just the way it's supposed to be. I came. For the 1st time. Then I put on another condom and proceeded to fuck his gorgeous ass even more. I could do it all night just to hear his whimper and moaning. Music to my ears.
We shifted positions. I rolled over onto my back and he practically sat on my face while he jerked off. If one must die please let it be like this. As I sucked him, he moaned, and smiled. He looked down at me and grinned the biggest grin I've seen in a while. It was all so perfect. He was ready. So was I.
He tasted sweet. I came. Again.
Neither of us had a mess to clean up. Which really does move things along. The time between climax and exit needs to be swift.
He smiled and I walked him to the door. "See you soon I hope". That's what he said.
Who would have thought 30 MINUTE SEX could be packed with such fun?!
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This experience has taught me not to judge people so harshly. We all have faults and I think we all genuinely want to be better. We all want to live enriching lives but sometimes the road to that enrichment is a bumpy one and who's to say which lessons we will have need for later in life. I I don't feel the need to justify what I'm doing because for right now it is exactly what I need.
ANSWER: Mind. Blowing.
Healing isn't easy but it can be entertaining.
What's next?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
32 RESPONSES - People are VERY horny...
I was slightly concerned that I wasn't getting very many responses to a number of my profiles...
I happened to check my spam folder a bit ago and found 32 unread emails. Wow.
Decisions Decisions Decisions...
I happened to check my spam folder a bit ago and found 32 unread emails. Wow.
Decisions Decisions Decisions...
Tonight...He Came. And So Did I
Arrival: 11:29pm
He called when he reached the door.
We spoke a couple of weeks back but I had forgotten about him. I found him on ManHunt.net. The truth is he found me.
His Profile:
We exchanged numbers but he went out of town before we had the chance to meet up. I was on the prowl tonight and he sent me a text saying he was back in town and wanted to see me. Frankly, I had forgotten about him but well...it's nice to be desired. Especially when you feel less than desirable.
He was late. I began thinking what we all think. "This boy isn't showing up". I got out of the shower and checked my phone. He texted me saying he was running late because he got pulled over and was being given a ticket. He called the cop an asshole. I thought that was cute :o)
I finished my Twizzler (I'm an addict) and opened the door...He was tall...rather fair skinned...brown hair...green eyes....what you'd call a "big boy". You wouldn't want to fight him that's for sure.
He walked in a put his arm around my waist...I could feel him wanting me. He had been waiting for a long time. He was ready. We went to the room...Red light was on (no joke- I like it). I turned on the Prince CD and removed my clothes. I was very impressed at the way my body felt (smooth) and looked with that feverish red glow burning my skin. So sensual. His breath was on my neck...he smelled good...tasted better.
He didn't waste any time putting me in his mouth and then laying on his back to take my now very hard dick in his ass. Condom On. He wrapped his legs around my waist and time dissolved...moaning...breathing...kissing...biting...
Something happened. I suddenly wasn't interested. Wasn't attracted. But here I was still IN the situation. I really wanted to just rewind the hands of time. Couldn't do that though. I don't wield that power. He was pulling me into him. I managed to make it work. I always do. I don't believe in leaving someone unsatisfied. So...I made him satisfied. He was living out a fantasy and I couldn't disappoint.
It always ends the same way...
Lock the door.
One minute less than an hour.
Departure: 12:28
He called when he reached the door.
We spoke a couple of weeks back but I had forgotten about him. I found him on ManHunt.net. The truth is he found me.
His Profile:
Looking for a hookup...reg could be fun. Not a lot of hangups.
Plus if you have a big cock and know how to use it...bigger is better ;) You host. I would love to have someone to have a long makeout session with right now...men of color to the front.
Hit me up with your email if you want face pics.
We exchanged numbers but he went out of town before we had the chance to meet up. I was on the prowl tonight and he sent me a text saying he was back in town and wanted to see me. Frankly, I had forgotten about him but well...it's nice to be desired. Especially when you feel less than desirable.
He was late. I began thinking what we all think. "This boy isn't showing up". I got out of the shower and checked my phone. He texted me saying he was running late because he got pulled over and was being given a ticket. He called the cop an asshole. I thought that was cute :o)
I finished my Twizzler (I'm an addict) and opened the door...He was tall...rather fair skinned...brown hair...green eyes....what you'd call a "big boy". You wouldn't want to fight him that's for sure.
He walked in a put his arm around my waist...I could feel him wanting me. He had been waiting for a long time. He was ready. We went to the room...Red light was on (no joke- I like it). I turned on the Prince CD and removed my clothes. I was very impressed at the way my body felt (smooth) and looked with that feverish red glow burning my skin. So sensual. His breath was on my neck...he smelled good...tasted better.
He didn't waste any time putting me in his mouth and then laying on his back to take my now very hard dick in his ass. Condom On. He wrapped his legs around my waist and time dissolved...moaning...breathing...kissing...biting...
Something happened. I suddenly wasn't interested. Wasn't attracted. But here I was still IN the situation. I really wanted to just rewind the hands of time. Couldn't do that though. I don't wield that power. He was pulling me into him. I managed to make it work. I always do. I don't believe in leaving someone unsatisfied. So...I made him satisfied. He was living out a fantasy and I couldn't disappoint.
It always ends the same way...
- Finish.
- Be courteous and get the guy a warm washcloth to clean up with.
- Have a few laughs about random things.
- Talk to them about what they have going on the next day while they dress. Silence isn't golden.
- Walk them to the door.
- Reassure them you had a great time by telling them they can call/text you anytime.
Lock the door.
One minute less than an hour.
Departure: 12:28
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Working On Tomorrow's Boy
He messaged me this morning...
Told me he'd be available for me ALL day EVERY Wednesday & Thursday. Gotta love THAT attitude.
Gorgeous face on him too...Wish I could show you :D
Of course I'll keep you posted...
Told me he'd be available for me ALL day EVERY Wednesday & Thursday. Gotta love THAT attitude.
Gorgeous face on him too...Wish I could show you :D
Of course I'll keep you posted...
After The Break Up | Would-be Threesome
Yesterday was an emotional roller coaster.
Yelled at my best friend because he thought it was ok to still keep in contact with my ex. I won't get into that but it all seems to have worked out...
I had planned on having some super hot sex last night but it didn't happen. A guy responded to an ad I have and asked if I'd be interested in coming over to his place so we could have a 3some with some "bottom boy".
HIS EMAIL:
He found a bottom with fantastic ass:
A number of emails later, I agreed but he decided he was too tired to go through with it. It WAS rather late at that point.
HIS EMAIL THIS MORNING:
Yelled at my best friend because he thought it was ok to still keep in contact with my ex. I won't get into that but it all seems to have worked out...
I had planned on having some super hot sex last night but it didn't happen. A guy responded to an ad I have and asked if I'd be interested in coming over to his place so we could have a 3some with some "bottom boy".
HIS EMAIL:
Let us find a bottom together to get sucked and fuck now, I can host here at my place.
Masculine, Total TOP Gay, 30, Indian, 5'8", 150lbs, brown eyes, fit, good looking, 7" thick UNCUT cock. I am looking to host now. Let me know soon. Pic attached.
Live in______________, and I can pick you up now. Let me know sooon.
He found a bottom with fantastic ass:
A number of emails later, I agreed but he decided he was too tired to go through with it. It WAS rather late at that point.
HIS EMAIL THIS MORNING:
Hey bud! Sorry about last night. I am totally interested to meet up with you and have some fun this evening. let me know if you are free to come over to my place. Call me if you could.Perhaps I will be.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Relationships Aren't Forever
My goal in writing this blog is to document my journey from all-encompassing love to this very confusing world of "casual sex" and beyond.
In the last 2 months, I've experienced quite a swing of emotions. Joy. Hopefulness. Disappointment. Hate. Fear. Disgust. Anger. Rage.
I spent what seemed like days crying. I begged the guy I love to be with me. Sent countless emails of varying page lengths. I attempted suicide. I needed him then.
I decided to check myself into a mental hospital because I couldn't live with myself anymore. I didn't necessarily want to die. I just wanted to be dead. Not here. Hurting. Hurting and not having the one person I wanted to the most care about me. He just didn't care anymore. At least he didn't seem to care.
3 days in the hospital. Thousands of dollars in medical expenses, millions of tears, and a number of sexual partners later...here I am. Less emotional about all of it.
Do I want him to just call me and tell me he loves me? Yes. Has he been hurtful? Yes. Would I forgive him? You bet your ass. I'm not holding out for that. He decided to send me a text message that said "I'm done". 5 years of friendship and more than 3 years of a romantic relationship and that's what he did.
"I'm done".
His front door is 46.8 miles from mine. I'd walk every mile if with every step I took all of our troubles would disappear.
Too bad it doesn't work that way...
In the last 2 months, I've experienced quite a swing of emotions. Joy. Hopefulness. Disappointment. Hate. Fear. Disgust. Anger. Rage.
I spent what seemed like days crying. I begged the guy I love to be with me. Sent countless emails of varying page lengths. I attempted suicide. I needed him then.
I decided to check myself into a mental hospital because I couldn't live with myself anymore. I didn't necessarily want to die. I just wanted to be dead. Not here. Hurting. Hurting and not having the one person I wanted to the most care about me. He just didn't care anymore. At least he didn't seem to care.
3 days in the hospital. Thousands of dollars in medical expenses, millions of tears, and a number of sexual partners later...here I am. Less emotional about all of it.
Do I want him to just call me and tell me he loves me? Yes. Has he been hurtful? Yes. Would I forgive him? You bet your ass. I'm not holding out for that. He decided to send me a text message that said "I'm done". 5 years of friendship and more than 3 years of a romantic relationship and that's what he did.
"I'm done".
His front door is 46.8 miles from mine. I'd walk every mile if with every step I took all of our troubles would disappear.
Too bad it doesn't work that way...
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