Sleeping With The Unknown

Porn Sex: Sex as Sport

2011-11-03T17:36:00.001-05:00

The other day a female friend of mine and I were talking about how casual sexual relationships were such a daunting entity, especially when it came to managing them and making them work. One of the topics that came up was the issue of setting expectations. How does one exactly go about doing that? Moreover, how does one communicate what he or she would like out of the "arrangement" without necessarily setting limits? Sex isn't much fun if there is a laundry list of things that are off-limits... or maybe it is; maybe the challenge of seeing how far one can go while still staying within those constraints appeals to some people.

While talking about those expectations and how to go about establishing them without being a killjoy the idea of sex as "sport" came up. We're both very much into the idea of having someone we can be purely sexual with without having to deal with all the other things that sex usually brings with it (yes, I'm looking at you, monogamy) and have been able to keep said relationships "casual". So, when trying to come up with a good comparison or analogy to what our view of these casual affairs were we came up with sports.

As we talked through the idea it seemed that just like any other physical activity, sex shared a lot of the same traits as things like shooting hoops, 1-on-1 or spending an afternoon playing tennis. Now, among gay men... or maybe men, in general, this idea seems much more "normal" than it does to women (at least most of the women I've known). Granted my friend is an exception (she's overall very exceptional) but she seemed to think that there were quite a lot of women who also shared this idea but would never openly admit to it. If there are, they should make their opinions known. It would probably make life a lot easier and pleasurable for a lot of people.

In any case, to me it seems like a very logical comparison to make: Casual sex is a physical activity that two adults can partake in just as they would a shared jog in the park. Why not? In either case the point is to share the experience of enjoying not only each others' body but also one's own and what it is capable of. One could even add a competitive component to it just like a couple of hours of racquetball might have between friends.While winning or losing would be part of it, in the end the act of partaking in physical play would be the main goal. Obviously with sex there would be a different level of pleasure received at the end of the "match".

So, you're probably wondering why I have "Porn Sex" in the title of this post since I have failed to mention anything related to pornography so far. Well, if we were to take the analogy of sex as sport to a further point, we could bring in the idea of amateur vs professional "athletes". In this case, the professional athletes would be those who partake in sex in a professional capacity. While I am reluctant to bring prostitutes - er, sex workers into that category they could technically be included. The reason for my reluctance is that I would think it would be the equivalent of getting to play a few rounds of tennis with someone who is well-versed in the sport but not necessarily very good at it. At least not on the same level as someone who is nationally recognized. So, for the sake of this argument I'm only referring to porn stars as my professional athletes in the sport of sex.

All that being said, here are some of the other comparisons I came up with:

Porn stars and pro athletes

Are seen as being (almost) physically ideal in both how they look and how they use their bodies
Can do things with their bodies that most of us can't. At least not to the degree they can.
Are well-versed in the sport that they practice, sometimes even innovating it.
Are sometimes part of a larger team or stable of other professionals (think pro teams and production companies)
Exhibit more endurance than most of us.
Can sometimes be separated into levels, or tiers where some are considered better than others or worth more money
Can sometimes elevate the sport into art or even the mainstream.
Can be dramatic.

Amateurs, or those who practice sex or sport for non-professional reasons (as in, you and me.)

Are usually not as elegant or "in control" as their professional counterparts
Because they don't partake in the activity as often, their matches don't feel as rehearsed.
Their activities are more intimate, personal and honest
Primarily do it for fun
May partake in competition
Sometimes participate in the activity with the intention of improving their skills
The physical exertion is sometimes considered a benefit
The act of using one's body is the goal
A form of interacting with others with similar interests
Interest in knowing what one is capable of
The benefit of trying new techniques out in a more relaxed "space".

If society removed some of the stigmas associated with non-romantic sex I think more people would feel better about partaking in sex as a sport. Just as "the guys" can get together to shoot some hoops for an afternoon, friends should be able to meet up and share some orgasms. Why not? As noted above, both acts share a lot in common. And by taking away some of the more "heavy" concepts or values associated with sex (only do it with someone you're in love with, should be "special", etc.) it's possible that once you do find someone you feel you could spend the rest of your life with you may just be a near "pro" at pleasuring your mate.

Things I Like/Love

2011-11-03T14:37:00.001-05:00

Things I like:
- Blondes
- Redheads
- Lingerie
- Hosiery
- Socks
- Lace
- Short hair
- Legs
- Victoria's Secret

Things I love:
- Brunettes
- Thighs
- Calves
- Black, band-top thigh highs
- Cuban Heels
- Seams
- Bangs
- La Perla

The Rules of Engagement: Prelude to War

2011-06-11T23:19:00.000-05:00

Yes, I'm using quite a few military references in my title so it sounds more severe that it should. Maybe I should have titled this post: The Rules of Entanglement: Prelude to Penetration. Either way, the point is the same, if the mental imagery is not.

A few months back I had found a guy on adam4adam.com who seemed pretty interesting. Not in a "my God will you look at the size of that anaconda in his briefs" sort of way, but rather, what he was seeking.

If I'm looking for sex, it's NSA/casual, not looking for a relationship or anything heavy right now. Getting to know a guy would be ideal...

... or something like that. The impression I got from this 44-year old's profile was that he was in a similar place, looking for someone to meet up with on a regular basis who he could have more than just a quick lay with. For those of you I've been chatting with regularly, you know that I've been gravitating toward finding one person to play with that I have some sort of mental connection with. I've come to appreciate how much the mind plays into sex much more lately and in the process have come to the realization that while the cock may be yummy, if the guy attached to it can't turn me on by what he says, does or writes then a pretty boring romp in the sack is about all I can expect. Also, my recent experience with David kinda helped flip the final switch in my mind that caused me to appreciate the emotional connections between two men and how that impacts the overall sexual experience.

So, I sent this gentleman a message and he replied. After a few exchanges, he told me he was reluctant to pursue anything with me due to my "attached" status. I cleared some things up but told him that if he wasn't comfortable moving forward that we could leave it at that, no harm, no foul. He said he'd think about it.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and I get a message from him, asking how things are going. We exchange a few more e-mails and it seems we're hitting it off. The option to actually meet is now back on the table.

I'm not sure what set him at ease, if it was something I said in terms of how I can compartmentalize the various aspects of my life or if he was just not getting any and I seemed like a viable option. In either case the images of him wearing only very tight white briefs caused me to want to see what was underneath. He travels quite a bit so there were a few days that would go by in between e-mail exchanges and, in turn, slow progress being made toward actually getting together.

Until last week.

He told me he was finally cool with the idea of meeting up and that Friday of this week worked for him. I told him it worked for me as well and asked if we could now start working each other up via e-mail before we finally met up. He liked the idea and a few daily e-mails filled with veiled sexual references and some very blatant erotic descriptions were traded.

Friday arrived and I found myself ringing his doorbell.

We had agreed to wear jockstraps for our first encounter since we both shared a liking for that specific article of (un)clothing. He answered the door and I was instantly hit with a sense that somehow his photo didn't match his actual physical appearance. I'm not sure what it was, perhaps I had somehow mixed up his photos with someone else's when I was filing them away in my mind. This by no means was a bad thing as he is a rather good-looking guy. It was just a fleeting sensation that somehow something had gotten mixed up. We traded some quick introductory small talk and he then asked if I had worn the "regular" jockstrap (I had asked if he preferred a regular one or a sheer one the day before. He had opted for the regular one.). I said I was and assumed that was his way of asking me to disrobe.

I quickly stripped down and he followed suite. We stood in only our jocks' both trying to decide what should come next. This is where the title of this post comes in. We really didn't set any sort of rules up front or decide what we were going to do so there was a rather awkward moment as we tried to mentally size the other up and try to ascertain what the other's limits might be.

He took a few steps toward me and reached for the growing bulge in the coarse fabric of the my jockstrap's pouch. I followed his lead and after a few minutes of coaxing each other's erections we released each other's members and took each other in visually.

He was much larger than I had expected. His frame was similar to mine, only an inch shorter than me, but his cock seemed about an inch longer and slightly thicker. It had a beautifully shaped head and there was already a drop of precum oozing out of the tip. He had warned me about his cock's "leaking" quality so I was not surprised to see it already producing the clear fluid.

We slowly stroked each other, exploring the other's sex and the surrounding areas. I kneeled and took his now very stiff cock into my mouth and proceeded to suck him off. After a few minutes of this I sat back on my heels and he bent over and returned the favor.

Soon we were in his den, trading blowjobs in front of a mirror, edging each other closer and closer to climax. When it was clear we were both at that point, he stood in front of me, legs slightly apart, his cock deepening in color, a long string of clear, sticky fluid hanging from the tip of it as he stroked in a faster pace. I sat on a couch, legs spread, also coaxing the orgasm out of my stiff cock, watching his naked frame preparing to climax.

His breathing got louder and when I could tell he was close, I sat up and caressed his balls, further urging the orgasm out of him. He grunted and three quick spurts of semen spilled out of the tip. The fourth shot out onto my leg and the remaining spurts spilled onto the floor in front of him. His climax was copious, no doubt enhanced by the amount of precum inside his cock. He relaxed, letting his cock stand on its own and I took it and spread his milk all over the head and down the shaft. He twitched, his cock now very sensitive in its post-orgasm state. I let his cock recover and I sat back and finished myself off.

We both laughed at the messes we made and he walked to the bathroom, returning with a damn towel. I took it and cleaned up, my eyes shifting from my cleaning duties to his still erect cock.

We cleaned up further in his bathroom then we got dressed.

He was leaving that afternoon for work, returning some time during the weekend. We talked about what next week was going to be like, both relaying our desire to meet again. We sad our good-byes and I headed out.

There was no "agreement" in terms of what to expect in our subsequent meetings or if there were to be any limits (no anal, exclusivity, etc.) in terms of what we could do with or to each other. The encounter, to me, was very hot and I could easily see myself bent over some piece of furniture while he fucks me senseless with that generous cock of his. We're both versatile but I find it much more of a turn-on having him penetrate me than the other way around. I've never flipped with a guy, so I'm also thinking this is something else I can take off my "to do" list.

But none of this has been established between us. So, what is the usual protocol for determining next steps? Go with the flow or set ground rules?

Kel

2011-05-13T23:42:00.004-05:00

I thought about you tonight. Nothing much, just a memory that snuck up on me, was suddenly in my mind without a segue. It was a phone call: You apologizing for not calling me back, claiming your friends had “kidnapped” you and you couldn’t get away. We had agreed to meet up that night but I wasn’t surprised when you didn’t call until much later.

Really, no surprise. We weren’t going out, we weren’t really talking by then. You had been in Seattle for a while after being in D.C. for so long. I had never moved. You had gone on without me and I often wonder if you knew I’d stay put, someone you could count on to put a smile on your face, someone you could push away or call in the middle of the night when you thought I was straying or for some sort of flattery or justification for being.

We had broken up - at least you thought we had - or maybe I had said those words and my taking them back meant nothing to you - and months later you came walking down the stairs of the El, slowly, your smile radiating brighter than the platinum blonde hair you had decided to don for the sake of effect. Or maybe not. It looked good on you. I almost dropped my defenses. Almost.
At lunch you had tried to pry, to see what was underneath and you lashed out when you couldn’t see what I was thinking.

“You lost that privilege when we ended.” I said. Or maybe I just thought it, afraid of engaging you, showing too much. My secrets were my only capital and I would be damned if I handed it over to you.

But there was the tinge of guilt and I almost caved. Almost.

So I remembered the call. I was at home, surrounded by friends who had also decided to kidnap me. You knew most of them and we could have easily merged our groups and wound up together that night. I’d like to think you had called because you wanted more than to just hang out. But I’d never know because I told you it was too late. You had chosen your path that night and I had not been a part of it. Maybe you had thought about me all day after lunch. Maybe you had realized what you were missing. But you never said those words. Instead you hid behind your friends just like I did as I said my good-bye and hung up.

Electric Light Orchestra "Hold On Tight"

2011-04-26T15:41:00.002-05:00

Hold on tight to your dream
Hold on tight to your dream
When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold on tight to your dream.

It's a long time to be gone
Time just rolls on and on
When you need a shoulder to cry on
When you get so sick of trying
Just hold tight to your dream

CHORUS:
When you get so down that you can't get up
And you want so much but you're all out of luck
When you're so downhearted and misunderstood
Just over and over and over you could

Accroches-toi à ton rêve
Accroches-toi à ton rêve
Quand tu vois ton bateau partir
Quand tu sens ton coeur se briser
Accroches-toi à ton rêve.

REPEAT CHORUS:

Hold on tight to your dream
Hold on tight to your dream
When you see the shadows falling
When you hear that cold wind calling
Hold on tight to your dream.

Oh, yeah
Hold on tight to your dream
Yeah, hold on tight...
To your dream.

Give A Man A Camera, Part 12

2011-04-25T17:14:00.000-05:00

Salary Requirement

2011-02-01T13:12:00.001-06:00

Relationships are work. Even when things are going great, there is a certain amount of effort needed to maintain the bond. It's this maintenance thing I'm not very good at. At least not when I have to do it. When it comes naturally, I don't even notice I'm doing it because it just happens. But when it's not there, when I need to put some sort of effort to keeping things at a "minimal level of comfort" that it wears on me.

Is that a result of the relationship not being inherently "manageable", as in, it shouldn't be happening at all, cut your losses and get out? Or is it me? Do I lose interest and as such emotionally, maybe even subconsciously detach myself from the relationship and "see it for what it is"?

The honeymoon is over.

But this happens with all relationships... and I don't just mean the romantic ones. I mean any entity that involves more than one person: Friendships, acquaintances, casual sex partners, significant others, roommates... what have you. I've always found myself reaching a point where I have to actually think about how things are going, what needs to be "fixed" and how much effort that will take. Have I just been to naive or selfish to realize that this is just the way it is: That all relationships are like this and that those I've had in the past weren't flawed, but rather, that I wasn't mature enough to identify my own flaws and allow the relationships to further run their courses rather than abandon them?

I'm beginning to see something. I just don't know what it is. Everything changes and it's hard to keep a frame of reference, a litmus test to see if things are okay or not.

Te quiero

2010-12-21T02:42:00.002-06:00

Te quiero comer a besos.
Te quiero desnudarte, rompiendote tu ropa.
Te quiero chupar los senos hasta que tus pesones esten duros y levantados, como gomas de lapiz.
Te quiero lamer tu sexo hasta que te deje cubierta en saliva.
Te quiero frotar hasta que sudes de placer.
Te quiero penetrar, abriendo tus secretos hasta que grites de intensidad.
Te quiero liberar hasta que caigas rendidad.

Regular

2010-12-07T05:07:00.002-06:00

Why is it so hard to find a regular playmate? Granted this may be the $1M question, but I find it hard to believe, especially among the gay community, that there isn't some sort of formula, some guide as to how to not only score with a guy, but keep him coming back (or letting me come back to him as is my case) AND not want to go and play with half the male population of Chicago.

Is that the problem? Chicago? Is the Midwest not a haven for eager bottom boys who crave being with an older bi guy? Or is it the bi thing? I've met resistance before due to my ambisexuality. Yet, lately I find more and more guys interested in a married bi guy due to it being less risky in terms of catching something and also because the perception is bi guys are more... passionate.

So, what is it?

The Things I've Done: Katt, Part 2

2010-11-08T18:10:00.000-06:00

I had mentioned Katt in a previous post (actually, one of the first ones), specifically the first time we played together. From the onset she had made it clear that the thing we had together (if you could consider it a "thing") was all about her. My own pleasure was secondary to it and, if anything, should be derived from hers.

After leaving from her place the first time, I honestly thought it would be the last. It was too good to be true. I was in my late 20s and the idea of being with an older woman had always been a major fantasy of mine... and here it was, being fulfilled. Something had to be amiss.

A couple of weeks after our initial encounter, I received a phone call from her. I didn't recognize the number at first but once I answered and her low, raspy voice came through the phone I instantly recognized her. I was surprised to hear from her again and even more surprised at the reason: "Are you free, baby?"

In a matter of milliseconds, I assessed the time of day and how much work I had yet to finish at the office. It was now late Summer and the late afternoon was still causing sunlight to pour through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. It was around 5PM and I quickly looked over the work on my computer screen to see where I was at. It could wait until tomorrow, I just had to finish some quick things.

"Yeah, actually, just need to wrap some things up here at the office." I replied as coolly as possible.

"Very good, honey." She responded. "I still need to hop in the shower so it should be enough time."

I immediately imagined her delicious curves dripping with water, hot steam enveloping her naked frame, soap suds slowly sliding off of her generous breasts and hips.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait for me to join you?" I dared to ask.

She chuckled playfully.

"Wouldn't you just like that...?"

"I would, actually." I could feel the moisture leaving my mouth. I was venturing into unknown territory. "I could... I could wash your... back... you know."

She laughed louder.

"Oh, I'm sure you could."

There was a pause and I wasn't sure what would come next. It was like walking a tightrope with her since I knew she had the advantage, she could cut me off at any time.

"Just come over when you're done. Let the doorman know you're here to see me, just like last time."

"Okay." I answered obediently, thankful it would still happen.

Then my libido got the better of me.

"Um, could you do me a favor?"

There was a long pause and the thought entered my mind: Now you did it.

"What is it?" Her voice had lost its playfullness.

I considered taking it back and just leaving it as it had been before my outburst. At the same time by groin urged me on.

"Well, just wondering if you own, or like to, um, wear thigh highs."

There was another pause and I figured that if my previous statements hadn't been enough to cause her to cancel things, this surely would be.

"I do, actually." She responded coolly.

"You do?" I replied instantly.

"I do. Do you want me to wear some for you?" I could hear the playfulness creeping back into the edges of her voice.

"Um, yes-- I mean, if you want to..." I tried to turn the request back to her, making it her domain rather than mine.

"Okay, baby. Just get over here." She hung up.

I held my cel phone against my ear for a few more seconds, my mind trying to wrap itself around the fact that not only would I be playing with Katt again, but that she'd be wearing thigh highs while I was nestled between her legs. As I raced to close the windows on my computer screen I thought: What kind? What color? Garters? I sent a couple of e-mails letting people know I was done for the day and grabbed by bag, while images of hosiery and shaved pussies fluttered in my mind.

My brain barely registered the next few minutes as I shut down my computer, walked out of the front door of the office, took an elevator twenty-one flights down and walked out of the building then headed toward Katt's building. The afternoon Sun brought my mind's focus back a bit and I wondered if the people walking toward me could discern where I was headed or what was waiting for me. I recalled our first encounter: Katt greeting me at the door wearing only a robe and a towel, her recently showered skin, the curves of her body, her smooth sex and the experience of orally pleasuring her. I knew I was smiling, but could people tell why?

It took me a few minutes to reach her building. I walked through the revolving doors and the doorman greeted me. I told the doorman I was there to see someone and gave Katt's apartment number.

"Can I ask your name?" He asked routinely.

"Tell her E is here."

Raised eyebrow: "E?"

"Yeah." I tried to act cool, somehow communicate that it wasn't his business, something only for Katt and I.

He opened a binder, found Katt's number and dialed.

"Yes, there's an... E here to see you." He looked over at me, knowingly as he listened to whatever Katt was saying to him. "Okay, I'll send him up."

As he hung up, he stood and pulled another binder open and turned it toward me.

"Sign in, please."

I filled in the entry for my arrival as crudely and loosely as possible, leaving no evidence of my identity. He motioned toward the elevators and I walked toward one that was open.

The elevator ride was quiet with the small electronic chimes signaling each floor.

At her floor, the doors opened smoothly and I walked toward her door. As I approached, it opened, showing me the way in. Katt was behind the door, wearing a gray silk robe. Her red hair was down, falling over her shoulders and the front of her robe. I immediately saw her cleavage as her breasts pressed against the smooth fabric. Then my eyes quickly glanced down as they caught a glimpse of her legs wrapped in almost-opaque black.

"Hi honey." She said warmly, smiling.

I wasn't sure what to say. My brain was trying to deal with too many things at once.

She seemed to know what was going on inside my head, closing the door, then immediately slipping off the robe, letting it fall on the floor. She was showing off. Her hair fell onto her naked shoulders and breasts. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and a tightening in my stomach and crotch. She smiled and walked toward the bedroom. She wore a black, lace thong and her legs were clad in nearly-opaque, black stockings, each with wide bands at the top. Each leg ended in a pair of leather stilettos with thin straps crossing over her toes and a thin strap with a polished buckle wrapped above each ankle.

I followed her still trying to recover from our introduction. The blinds to her bedroom were slightly open, letting some of the afternoon Sun come in. Since her windows faced East she was receiving the secondhand light form the surrounding buildings rather than the glare of the Sun itself.

"Well, go on, take your clothes off." She laughed, fully aware of her affect on me.

She turned to her closet and began to look for something.

"Do you cum when you eat pussy baby?" She asked. She had posed this question the last time I was over and I assumed she either didn't remember or had not been satisfied with my previous answer."

"I do... well, I can." I answered as I quickly stripped down.

"Good." She said as she produced a towel and laid it across the bed, width-wise.

"Do you like what I'm wearing?" She asked as she flattened out the towel.

"Oh, yes!" I said, almost losing my composure. "It's really hot. Um, do you like to wear thigh highs?"

She climbed onto the bed, rolling over onto the towel then propping herself up on her elbows.

"Yes, especially in the Summer. I love to wear a skirt with them, skip the panties. Feels more comfortable." She said this matter-of-factly as if this was a common practice. My chats with other women had proven this otherwise.

"You're a rare breed." I said as I stood before her, naked. "Most women I've talked to hate wearing them."

"Eh, they don't know what they're missing." Her eyes rested on my crotch. "So, why don't you come over here and eat my pussy, honey?"

I was frozen by her bluntness. Then I quickly recovered and climbed on top of her. I didn't dare kiss her on the mouth, fearing this would be considered impudent, instead focusing on her breasts. I took one in each hand and my mouth sucked on each nipple, feeling them harden.

I could feel my balls and stiffening member rubbing against the lace fabric of her panties.

Her hands were suddenly on my shoulders and she pressed down against them, coaxing me toward the lower part of her body. I left kisses on her skin as I traveled South. Upon reaching her panties I surveyed the area. Her sex was visible through the lace of her thong and it seemed as if she was still shaved smooth.

"Take my panties off, baby." She said softly.

I kneeled, leaning over her, my hands reaching for the thin straps of her thong. I pulled them off slowly as she raised her hips off the towel. I slid the panties over her knees and down to her feet. I cradled each heel-clad foot as I passed the thin lace off each shoe. I placed the thong on the bed and took in the sight of her spread on the bed.

She had let her pubic hair grow in a little, but it was still groomed into a thin strip above her pussy. Her tanlines were more evident than the last time and it was clear she wore very little while in the Sun.

"Show me your cock, baby." She said in a tone that relayed little more than a simple command.

Still kneeling, I straightened up, my sex now pointing straight out, the foreskin almost pulled back behind the head. I was visibly throbbing from arousal.

"You have a nice cock, baby." She said, her eyes scanning it.

Her eyes darted up toward mine and met my gaze.

"Slide in me, honey." She spread her legs inviting me in. Her eyes settled back on my crotch.

I leaned over, placing my hands alongside her and looked down, watching as I slid into her. I reached down to guide myself in, then slowly let all of me inside. Her warmth enveloped me.

She gasped slightly and her body recoiled almost imperceptibly. Then she let a small moan nestle in her chest.

"Oh, some day we're going to have you fuck me, baby." Her eyes were dancing with a light that seemed to have no source in the room. "But for now, I want you to eat my pussy."

She pushed me away and I let my cock slide out. It was coated with her juices and it was clear she was very aroused. I could see her pussy had taken on a darker color, her lips were a deepening red. I positioned myself between her legs, an arm under each thigh, hands on her hips. I let my legs hang off the edge of the bed while she had hers bent.

I began to lick her, slowly flicking her folds open, letting her get used to my tongue. She let out slight sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl. One hand was on her flat stomach, the other was hanging off the opposite end of the bed. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly open.

My hands caressed her hips, her waist then kneaded her thighs. Each movement brought about a sound from Katt, urging me on. I then felt one of the stilettos touch my cock and instinctively I pulled away.

"Does what I'm wearing turn you on?" She asked almost absentmindedly.

"Yes." I said, coming up for air, "It does."

"Will it make you cum, baby?" Her foot approached my sex again.

"Yes..." I answered as I began to kiss one of her stocking-clad thighs.

"Mmm... I like that." She purred.

I shifted my hips so that I was almost laying on my side. Her foot slid closer and now I could feel the heel of one show under my cock while the sole was nestled against my scrotum. I had seen porn online where guys had their crotch practically smashed by a heel-clad foot. I had always thought this to be extreme: How could anyone find any pleasure in that much pain. Feeling the bottom of her shoe against my sex, I began to wonder what her intentions were.

By now I had most of my tongue probing her wetness and my lips could feel the heat coming off her sex. Her back had arched slightly and her face had taken a reddish hue. She would react to my motions, sometimes pulling her hips away from me then quickly letting them settle back. My hands were fondling her legs and the hosiery they were wrapped in. I would occasionally reach down and stroke myself, letting go when I would feel the climax building. I wanted this to last.

Suddenly she propped herself up on her elbows. She looked down at me, smiling, her eyes slightly red.

"You are so good at that, honey..."

I smiled as I continued to lap at her now drenched pussy.

"I could just sit here and let you do that all day." There was a slight laugh in her voice as she said this. "Watching you is a turn-on. Seeing you down there, serving me."

My cock reacted to her statements with a few twitches and I could feel the precum starting to ooze out of the tip. Her eyes darted to it and I then felt her shoe press up against my sac. The heel began to rub against the skin, and I could feel the rough texture of the tip dragging against the soft skin.

Her eyes started taking on a wild quality as she watched her handiwork. I closed my eyes and focused on my assigned task. Her juices were now flowing freely and as I licked at her sex I could feel her flowing down my throat.

"Mmm..." She purred. "Lick me, baby. Lick that kitty."

I reached down and continued to masturbate. Her shoe slid under my cock and balls so that my sex was resting on the leather straps. She pushed in slightly so that her foot was now between my thighs. Without thinking I squeezed them tight around her shoe.

"You like that, don't you?" She said playfully.

"Mm hmm..." I responded, my mouth never leaving her sex.

"Slide into me again, baby." She said. "Open me up again."

She laid back down again, stretching her arms above her head, letting her hands drop over the far edge of the bed.

I quickly knelt then slid my now engorged member inside of her. She gasped and I could feel her tighten around me, causing me to let a moan slip out of my mouth.

"You like that, don't you, baby..." She purred again.

I didn't move, fearful of making any assumptions. I let myself rest inside her for a few seconds then began to pull out.

"Finish me off, baby. Eat me until I cum..."

I slid out completely then nestled between her thighs again.

"I hope you cum with me, honey."

I took the hint and began to stroke myself as my tongue darted in and out of her soaked pussy.

Soon she was moaning louder and her hands were on my head, pressing it harder against her crotch. Her hips were beginning to rock as her breathing became quicker. I could feel my own orgasm building in the base of my cock but tried to keep it contained, determined to cum after she did.

"Oh,... baby..." she grunted then her hands pushed my face harshly against her. Then she moaned loudly as her orgasm traveled through her body. Her foot rushed against my crotch, sliding past my cock and resting between my thighs. I squeezed.

Her moans were choked as her abdomen contracted with each spasm of her climax. Then she let out a long sigh and her hands left my head. My tongue left her and I looked up to see how he was doing. She swung her leg over my and laid on her side, her hands buried between her thighs.

"Oh, I needed that, E..." She said softly.

I sat up, waiting to see what happened next. I could see her back rocking slightly as she breathed. The sight of her curled up as she recovered from her orgasm caused me to want to embrace her, but I was unsure if this was "allowed". I sat back on my heels, slowly stroking my erection as I waited.

She slowly rolled over then sat up, facing me. She crossed her legs "Indian style", her legs spread, and leaned back on her hands.

"You know how much I like to watch a guy cum, sugar." She had a slight smile as she looked into my eyes. Then her eyes slowly made their way down to my cock.

I sped up the rate of my strokes and knew my orgasm wasn't far off. Her eyes widened as she watched.

"I'm cumming..." I grunted as the first ropes of semen spilled from the opening in my cock.

Once I was done, I sat back, trying to catch my breath. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. I heard water running then she came back, holding a wet washcloth. She leaned over and wiped my spunk off my spent member and pubic hair.

"I don't know why I feel like cleaning you up." She said as she rubbed the wet towel over my sex. "But I like taking care of you after you... well, take care of me. I don't normally do this."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just smiled. Once she was done cleaning me off, I stood up.

"I'm going to use your washroom."

"Go ahead, baby."

I entered her bathroom and began to wash my hands, then my cock. She walked in, a slight sway in her steps.

"Use this soap, it's antibacterial, will make sure you don't smell like me when you leave."

"Okay." I replied as I applied some of the soap onto my cock, balls and then face.

"Although, I think it would be hot to have you over during lunch, then have you go back to work with my pussy juice all over your face."

"That... would be interesting." I said as I rinsed off. "So, you'd like me over for lunch, huh?"

She laughed.

"I know what I'd like to eat." I said as I motioned toward her pussy.

"Oh, I'd make sure you were well-fed." She replied playfully.

We both walked out of her bathroom and I began to get dressed. She picked up her robe and wrapped it around herself.

"Did the thigh highs make you cum, honey?"

"They did. You look really good in them." I answered obediently. "Feeling the fabric against my cock had me going."

"Oh, then you should have taken my shoes off. I would have masturbated you with my feet." She said as if presented with a revelation.

"Oh, I didn't want to assume anything. Besides, I liked how your shoe felt. I've never done that."

"Oh, I thought you had. Most guys keep pulling away, avoiding it."

"Normally I might have, but, I liked it this time."

She smiled.

"You're cute."

Then her mood seemed to change as she saw I was almost dressed.

"Okay, I need to get ready and so you need to go." She began to look for something.

I hurriedly finished dressing and began to walk toward the door. She followed.

"Thank you, E. I definitely want you back. Maybe next time you can spend the night."

"I'd like that..." I responded like a child who was just given a gold star and the promise of a better prize.

She seemed to avoid eye contact as she let me out the door. As I headed toward the elevator, I wondered if I had done something wrong.

I took the elevator down to the lobby and headed out the front door into the waning afternoon light.

The Art of The Blowjob

2010-10-13T11:41:00.000-05:00

If you haven't already, you should check out Camille Crimson's blog which highlights the work she features on her various sites/projects.

One of those sites is The Art of the Blowjob where, as the title suggests, pleasures of the oral kind are elevated to a connoisseur-like level (as can be seen in this link [NSFW]).

For more access to her work, make sure to follow her Twitter feed.

Regrets, Part 1: Living with A Male Lover

2010-10-04T18:14:00.003-05:00

"One's real life is often the life that one does not lead"

- Oscar Wilde

I was recently having a conversation with Lucas via chat, catching up on each others' lives, what new sexual encounters we had had since our last chat and how work was going. It had been a few months since we had last chatted and after catching up, the conversation moved toward "what could have been." We had done this before: Right after he moved away the first time and then again when, after being here for about a year, he left again.

It's clear to both of us that there was definitely something more between us than a mere casually sexual relationship. I'd venture to say that the word "relationship" actually applied to us since we got along pretty well even when we weren't naked and sharing bodily fluids. It may had a lot to do with him being the first guy I had met up with on a regular basis, and it could have also had a lot to do with our similar taste in music, movies and men (he liked them hung and uncut, I liked them boyish and smooth).

In a previous blog I had written about one of those moments and how it had been something special:

He finished soon after and we fell back asleep again. Naked in the large hotel room that belonged to neither of us. Our only possessions were the clothes that were crumpled on the floor, the only vestiges of our lives outside the hotel. If there ever was a moment I could put in a bottle it would be that time from when he woke me up to when we fell back asleep: The sheer, purity of what we did, the ambient lighting, the subdued sounds being muffled by the thick hotel walls as we expressed the pleasure we felt. I say pure because there was nothing unnatural about what we did. There was no latex separating each other's skin, no clothes. Just two people, naked as the day they were born, enjoying each other's bodies, without fear, without prejudices... As nature intended.

That pretty much summed it up: We got along pretty well even if we never blatantly expressed it. In another life I'm sure we could have been a romantic couple. At the very least we could have lived together. This has been what we've talked about whenever, it seems, one of us is feeling nostalgic, had too much wine... or both.

Aside: Lucas loved wine and would usually seek me out online whenever he had had a few glasses, if not bottles. I'd oblige him and be treated to some of the best blowjobs ever. Did I mention he loved uncircumcised men?

So today he asked me what things I regretted not doing with him. Since we had talked about these things before they came pretty easily, except for a new one: Living together. I had never mentioned to him because it was something I'd only recently realized I wished I had done. it got me thinking about the things I've done and the things I haven't done... and even the things I know I can never do.

Regret has always been a powerful force in my life. I associate with loss, which is something I don't deal with very well. So, I thought I'd write down some of the things I regret, at least within the realm of the sexual. Some may seem romantic, but they are seen through the lens of physical, the erotic. So, this is the first installment:

Living with a male lover.

As mentioned before, I think it would have been hot to live with a guy who I was getting naked with. Now, you're probably thinking, "you're married, you have live-in sex, what's the big deal?" The big deal is that men tend to be able to separate the romantic from the sex better than women do... or at the very least, more easily than women. From my experience chatting with guys who have live-in fuckbuddies it's clear that there is more sex going on than what my married hetero friends (myself included) have going on.

In the case of Lucas, we talked about what what would have been like and we arrived at the same conclusion: We'd have been unemployed as we'd have not done much else other than cause each other orgasms. Men can put sex into something of a "past time" category, separating it from any romantic associations or feelings of self-worth moreso than women can (once again, my personal experience... anyone want to prove otherwise, please send me your phone number so we can put it to the test) and as a result you get the sexual equivalent of "Hey man, you free? I was thinking about popping in Madden 2009 and seeing how the Patriots would do against the Bears." We get together, we fuck, we go about our separate ways and no one's a slut for having done so.

I had mentioned in another post that I had considered living with a guy but it had been for different reasons. Even the lead-in to the post hints at regret:

I jokingly mentioned moving in and being his live-in f*ckbud and he took me seriously, asking if I'd really be up for it. Furthermore he said he'd love to have someone he could mess around with on a daily basis. For a split second I considered taking him up on it, but thought better of it. I'm way past the point in my life where that would be an option. But had I made different decisions in the past, I think it would have been an amazing experience.

Moving in with James would have been a matter of roles: I would have been the live-in help, a sexual servant for an older top with the sex drive of a rabid teenager. There would have been no romance, very little shared other than the space we'd live in. That was the turn-on. This had come up while I was exploring my submissive side and the idea of living with a more dominant top who needed to find sexual release at least once a day was thrilling.

Living with Lucas would have produced another result. We never saw each other as anything other than equals. While he was more of a submissive bottom, he was just as comfortable guiding things and even having me take his cock. At the time I played with him I was almost strictly a top but had seen inklings of a curiosity towards bottoming, especially for an older man. Knowing what I know about myself now, it's clear we were both versatile, each leaning toward an end of the sexual spectrum but not confined to it. While he was older by a couple of years, his appearance made me see him younger than me. His ass begged to be penetrated yet his endowment was well above average and he was even open to the idea of having women join us when we played. Even though he had been out for quite a number of years he was still aware of the fact that there were things he would have liked to try (a 3-way with a woman being one of them) so he was very in-tune with how I was exploring my burgeoning bisexuality.

When talking about "what might have been" we discussed some possible scenarios:

Waking up in the morning, possibly each in his own bedroom, then sharing a shower and fucking before getting dressed and going to bed.
Lucas had a thing for making sure he watched the Simpsons (not only on Sundays but the reruns every day) and even when we were in the same town, nothing would get in the way. Now with DVRs it makes it easier to wait, but we thought about being on the couch, naked, while watching the show together, lazily stroking each other until the show's end, then finish each other off.
Clothing would have been strictly prohibited while at home... unless it was chilly, then socks and a t-shirt would be allowed. Oh, jockstraps would have been permissible.
Monogamy would have been negotiable. Both of us agreed that our sex drives would have made monogamy difficult, so playing with others (in or out of the apartment) would have been fine, especially if we were sharing. One thing that would have made monogamy a must would have been...
No condom sex. If we were living together and exclusively playing with each other, then we would have never used condoms with each other (if others were invited to join us then protected sex would have been practiced). While we had done this a couple of times, for the most part we practiced safe sex. Had we lived together we would have explored the wet, sticky pleasures of fluid bonding. The idea of having someone to practice sex with no limits, sharing each others' seed is extremely arousing. This is still something I want to be on the receiving end of yet see no way of doing, and thus, another regret that will be discussed later.

The idea of living with someone and being able to fornicate at a second's notice, without it meaning anything other than something mutually pleasurable is something I have yet to experience. And considering where I am now, not something that would be easy to achieve. At the very least, as far as Lucas is concerned, that boat has sailed.

Give A Man A Camera, Part 11

2010-09-15T14:50:00.000-05:00

How can men be expected to be (mentally) faithful when surrounded by this:

Where I've Been...

2010-08-12T18:39:00.000-05:00

It's been more than a month since I was on any of the cruising for sex sites, chatting on Yahoo or Tweeting about my wants and needs on a regular basis. I made it a point to avoid those things and instead focus on more "real" pursuits... by "real" I mean things in the actual physical world, rather than the anonymous, electronic one.

What prompted this internet detox?

Drama, mostly.

That and a 3-month vacation. Well, more like month and a half as I've been doing some freelance work. But the drama really was what caused me to close the laptop, put it in it's bag, put on some running shoes or tight cycling shorts and spend as much time outdoors as I could. It was during some of these runs or rides that I would think about the people and things that preoccupied my time online: The casual sex partners that were and those who played a lot of games, the free porn sites, the erotica sites and the hook-up sites that led me to some of those aforementioned people. I began to think of these things in business terms, evaluating my ROI (return on investment, for the uninformed) and seeing if it was worth the time and energy I put into them. Maybe it was a pre-mid-life crisis or maybe it was just another Chicago summer beckoning. Whatever the cause, I found myself not missing many of those entities that would take up my extra free time.

So, here I am.

And you're probably asking, "What are you doing here, then?"

Being picky, really. You should thank me, since this means THIS is one of the few things I still find worthwhile. The rest of the things I put my faceless name on are still being evaluated and I'm not sure how many will make the cut.

So, until I do finalize that list, I'll just keep 'xplorin'...

Stina Nordenstam

2010-06-19T02:59:00.000-05:00

I was listening to Vangelis' Voices tonight.

It had been a few years since I had listening to it and when I got to track five I remembered why I liked this album so much.

It starts out with a vocal reminiscent of Deep Forest's samples of Pygmy chants. Then an odd, sampled voice blips on and slowly morphs into these otherwordly vocals (think Mazzy Star but not as "lazy").

So, I looked at the credits and found that the vocals belonged to Stina Nordenstam, a Swedish vocalist who's done some experimental music work. I looked her up online and read up on her a bit then came across this image.

I was captivated.

I listened to the track a few more times as I worked, imagining this mesmerizing beauty caressing the microphone with her sultry, pixie voice.

You can listen to her vocals on Vangelis' "Ask The Mountain" here...

What I've Been Wearing To Work...

2010-06-04T17:12:00.000-05:00

... when I ride my bike that is.

The The "This is the day"

2010-05-27T16:33:00.002-05:00

Well... you didn't wake up this morning
Because you didn't go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes
Turn red
The calendar, on your wall, is ticking the days off
The calendar on your wall is ticking
the days off
You've been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you've changed
All the money in the world
Couldn't bring back those days.
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes,
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.
THIS IS THE DAY -- Your life will surely change.
THIS IS THE DAY -- Your life will surely change.
You could've done anything -- if you'd wanted
And all your friends and family think that you're lucky.
But the side of you they'll never see
Is when you're left alone with the memories
That hold your life together like
Glue

Variables

2010-04-20T14:49:00.001-05:00

I love watching you as you get dressed.

I enjoy seeing the lines that define you, the forms that shift as you move, the shadows that give those lines and forms volume. I see your imperfections, the things that would make you less than ideal in the eyes of others and am overwhelmed by a sense of desire.

Those imperfections, those blemishes, pouches, slight sags, those alterations on the soft terrain that is your skin remind me of all the things that randomly happen when we are entwined. Just as your variables make you a unique entity among all the other beings, there are factors that define each of our encounters.

The amount of saliva in your mouth when we start to kiss, how much you leave on me after you've taken me into your mouth, how wet you are as I first start to explore you, and then how big of a darkening spot you leave on the sheets after we've retreated from each other's regions. How sticky we become, how much of each other we leave on our fingers, palms, tongues, skin, hair and eyes. All of these things are unique to not only each time we arouse each other, but to each moment within those meetings.

It is these moments that I live for: Discovering something new about you, about myself. Seeing your reactions, reacting to them, watching more reactions take place, like subatomic particles splitting off from each other in a streaking light tree. Each branch a possibility, a flight of birds coasting in haphazard ways, their wings fluttering independently of each other, numbers being generated without reason.

As you bend over, pulling your panties up to your waist, I see the slight wrinkle in your buttocks, the folds in your belly, the birthmark on the inside of your thigh and think of all the variables that went into making you, the cosmic randomness, bits floating in a vacuum suddenly pulled toward a common point. These acts of randomness remind me of all the microdecisions that will result the next time we meet.

GIve A Man A Camera, Part 10

2010-04-15T17:42:00.004-05:00

Random sightings as I weave through the human traffic...

Random Acts of... Interesting

2010-04-04T01:11:00.000-05:00

So, I was riding my bike on Friday morning, enjoying the unseasnably warm weather. On my way back, around 9 in the morning, I was stopped by a red light at the intersection of Belmont and Broadway.

As I waited for the light to change, an older gentlemen, who appeared to be homeless, or at the very least "not all there", approached me and said,

"Why don't you use your energy for something more productive..."

He was staring at my crotch as he said this (I was wearing cycing shorts).

"... like fucking some bitches hard?"

He walked away.

I rode on.

What I've Done, part 2: Anal Sex... Almost

2010-03-08T13:21:00.002-06:00

When I first became interested in sex with men I was pretty much all top. Considering that my sexual experience up to that point (exclusively with women) was as the one doing the penetrating, there was very little attraction to the idea of a guy sliding his cock into my ass. I had no problem with the idea of touching, stroking or even taking a guy's penis in my mouth, but the idea of bottoming wasn't my focus. That is, until the first time I played with a guy.

Okay, let me back track a bit and give you some background on my, well, anal history.

When I was much younger (read: Under the close supervision of my parents) whenever me or my siblings got some sort of ailment (usually of the gastrointestinal or fever-related variety) my father, at the behest of my grandfather, would prescribe a round or two of enemas that my reluctant mother would administer. Without going into too much detail let's just say I got comfortable with having someone stick something up my ass.

Flash forward to the early 90s and my college days where I was supposed to be exploring not only my future career but also myself emotionally, physically, psychologically and sexually. I figured out what I wanted (or thought I wanted) to do after I graduated, I just accepted I was a scrawny guy who was the one the attractive women liked to "confide in" but who would forever see those same women get practically abused by more "attractive" men, I had come to terms with a lot of my (lack of) communication issues and had just started to scratch the surface on my carnal desires. One of those scratches took place one late night after some heavy drinking in one of the many campus bars: I normally wore a t-shirt and boxers to bed but this time I found myself sans-shirt with my boxers down to my bent knees, face down with my fingers greedily yet delicately exploring my ass. I had put the Aphex Twin's Selected Ambient Works Volume 2 on (it was on heavy rotation on my CD player back then) and for some reason track 6 had stirred something in me. I had started masturbating then soon found myself wanting to explore what else felt good. So, by the time track 6 had ended I had inserted a couple of fingers in myself and felt the experience delicious in a dizzying way.

So, now we come to where this post started: My first experience with another man. It had not been a full-on homosexual encounter as it was actually with a couple. The male half and I had met on AOL and had chatted a few times before meeting up. He and his girlfriend liked to have other men join them occasionally, especially younger ones. Considering I fit the bill and we seemed to get along online, he suggested we meet for coffee.

After spending an hour at a Cairbou talking about other things than what the three of us wanted to talk about the most, they asked me back to their place which was a few blocks away. We walked over to their lakefront high rise, the January afternoon Sun still providing sunlight, took the elevator to their condo and sat down on one of their couches while the TV played something that I can't seem to remember if it was relevant or not. After he massaged the crotch of my jeans for a while and they both noticed my arousal, his girlfriend, a petite, tanned Latina, walked into the bedroom. The both of us got down to our briefs then joined her on their bed. She was down to her panties, her bare breasts tipped with dark brown nipples. He laid down on her left while I was on her right.

Soon we were all naked, taking turns licking her while she took turns taking us into her mouth. At one point I was nestled between her thick thighs, with my knees slightly bend and my feet hanging over the edge of their bed when he approached from behind and began to dry hump me, sliding his stiffness between my cheeks. The sensation was exhilarating and it didn't take much for my mind to make the connection between his cock and my anus. I raised my ass and spread my legs a bit, making my intentions very clear. He paused then I felt the tip of his member press against my virginity. While my mouth and fingers were exploring her folds, my mind was suddenly pulled back toward my ass as I anticipated him sliding in. He pulled away, then I felt his press against me again, this time with more pressure. My mind raced: Did he need lube? Would it hurt? Condom? He pulled away again then climbed onto the bed, kneeling besides me with a curious smile on his face while he slowly stroked his cock.

After that he prompted me to penetrate her while he stroked himself. I obliged, climbing up the bed my face over hers as she reached between our legs and guided me into her. I suddenly hesitated and her eyebrows arched questioningly.

"No condoms?" I asked slowly.

There was a quick glance between them.

"She's on the pill." He responded reassuringly.

"Well, I was thinking something else, too." I asked even more cautiously.

"I'm clean." She answered with a smile. I had expected some sort of "we're insulted" kind of reply, but her response was more of understanding than defense.

I shifted my weight and she guided me into her. We both moaned at the new sensation.

As I slowly began to fuck her he came closer, intent on watching. As he approached he let go of his member, which was obviously throbbing and a dark red in color. Suddenly my mind made another connection and I found my mouth taking him. I had never done it before and yet there was something instinctual about sucking on another man. He moaned and she gasped. They were both bi, but it seemed at that moment that while they had had other men join them, none had actually played with him. I did this for a few minutes, occasionally tasting his precum as it landed on my tongue. She had been watching this while I also slid in and out of her. I could feel her tightening around me every time she moaned. Her trimmed pussy was also a deep red and her juices had not only coated my cock but had caused a small, darkening spot on the sheets.

The experience was becoming too much and I could feel the orgasm tightening in my groin. A weight was growing in my balls and I knew it would not be much longer before I'd climax. I let him slip out of my mouth and focused on containing my orgasm for a little longer but she was not helping. She had wrapped her legs around my waist and was squeezing my ass with her hands, urging me deeper inside her.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

In less than a second I had a few thoughts run through my mind:

- She feels so good.
- I'm going to cum.
- I'm not wearing a condom
- If I don't cum inside her then I should--

I instinctively pulled out of her just as the first rope of semen spilled out of the tip of my cock. Years of being warned of the dangers of just one drop of semen making it anywhere near a woman's cervix overrided any ideas of feeling what it would be like to cum inside of her. I left myself all over her belly, thick dark bush and inner thighs. She smiled and asked if I was okay. I answered breathlessly that I was and I sat back on my heels as I recovered.

He told me he thought it was hot watching me cum but that he'd like me to cum inside her. I told him it would take me a bit to recover. He paused for a bit then leaned in and placed the tip of his cock on her lips. She immediately took him into her mouth while one of her hands aimlessly spread my semen around her abdomen. I leaned over and began to lick her, tasting the salty mixture of her juices and my milk. She moaned, running her fingers through my hair.

After a few minutes of this he asked if I was ready to go again. I had thought about what he had said, about wanting me to essentially breed her and it struck me as odd. There was something that didn't sit well with the request so I told him I was going to take a while since it had been an intense climax. He didn't seem to like the reponse but she told him it didn't matter, that he could do it instead.

We moved around on the bed and then settled with her on all fours, him behind her and me in front of her. He began to fuck her while she took me into her mouth. My cock was still sensitive from the orgasm but she felt so good. It didn't take long before he was pounding her feverishly and she was practically screaming. At times I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or pain as he didn't seem to be too conscious of how hard and fast he was fucking her.

She let my cock slip out of her mouth and, eyes closed, moaned in a low voice that was punctuated by small whimpers every time he'd push all the way in. He grunted loudly then his lips tightened as his climax overcame him. He twitched as his orgasm went through him and as it was subsiding she yelled and also began to convulse. One of her hands reached for my hand and she tightly held on as her orgasm ended. She collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. He stood off the bed, his spent cock swaying as he walked toward me, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I sat on the edge of the bed watching them in their post-coital embrace, whispering things to each other that I couldn't understand.

Her gaze met mine.

"I can't feel my legs when I cum like that." she said in between breaths "I literally get weak in the knees."

"You were both hot." He said. "Was very hot watching you fuck her."

"Thanks." I wasn't sure how one responded to such a compliment.

We sat on the bed for a few minutes, the late afternoon darkness outside of the windows of their condo. I thanked them for the experience and began to dress. She asked if I'd like to come back and I said I definitely would.

"You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?" He asked.

"I thought about it." I replied.

"Yeah, so did I." He said. "But I could tell you're really tight. It would have hurt."

"Yeah, probably. I've never done it."

"Next time then." She said, smiling. "I want to see that. It was hot watching you suck on him."

"That's the first time I've ever done that."

"Really?" They both responded.

"Yeah. You're my first." I laughed.

They laughed in response and he walked me out, leaving her naked on the bed.

We chatted a few more times after that but never met up again. Schedules and other issues prevented us from doing so and we finally lost touch.

That initial encounter solidified my desire to be with other men. However despite going a few years as strictly a top, it did leave me wondering if bottoming would also bring its own pleasures. It would take an older college professor to convince me.

Time Challenge

2010-02-19T19:31:00.001-06:00

It's 7:20 PM CST and I've given myself a challenge: Write something interesting in 9 minutes.

I'm doing this because I haven't written anything in, well, a long time. So, here goes:

There was a younger blonde guy I used to play with who had an amazing ass. Without sounding stereotypical he was your basic surfer dude: VERY smooth, tan, long blonde curls, blue-eyed, wore a necklace made of small shells and even came with phrases like "damn, you're hung, dude" and "you think you can fuck me bare, man?" The only thing he was missing was a perpetual hang ten flashing from one of his hands.

We met up quite a few times and, as foreshadowed above, I seeded him a handful of times. He was great at sucking dick and had a weakness for uncut cock (my luck). He'd always have porn playing on the TV in his bedroom and we sometimes wound up playing in front of a long portable mirror he had. There was one rather intense time when we shared a 14" double ended dildo and watched ourselves in that mirror.

Unfortunately, our encounters came to an end due to our schedules no longer meshing: He worked from home and rarely had to leave his place for work-related issues and I could get away from the office any time I wanted provided there were no meetings to attend. Sadly, he got promoted and had to start working in an office.

Oh well.

Look at the time... 7:29,

Give A Man A Camera, Part 9: Self Portraits

2010-01-22T18:17:00.000-06:00

A couple of recent self-pics.

Give A Man A Camera, La Perla

2009-11-23T14:41:00.000-06:00

LOVE the stuff La Perla sells...

Give A Man A Camera, Part 8

2009-11-23T14:39:00.000-06:00

Knowing When To Run

2009-11-17T17:07:00.001-06:00

For the most part, I practice safe sex (exceptions include my wife, David and a handful of moments where it could be argued that my arousal got the better of me) and this is mostly due to an aversion to contracting some sort of virus that will limit my sexual escapades in the future or even end my life. The few times I have gone without a condom have mostly been as a top with only a couple of instances where I took a naked cock for more than a few pumps/thrusts. This is not to say those were the only times I was presented with the opportunity to enjoy bareback sex. It's just that I usually chose to get dressed and leave the situation before it became too enticing.

One such occasion happened at an all-male orgy hosted by a guy I had met up with a couple of times. Ted was in his 50s, about 5'6", smooth all over with a hefty cock for his frame. We had met online in one of AOL's m4m chat rooms and after a few chats he invited me over to his place in River North. I was working downtown at the time so decided it would be cool to stop by on my way home.
When I arrived at his building, the doorman called up to let Ted know I had arrived. Ted told the doorman to let me in and I took an elevator to his condo. Ted answered the door and let me in. We introduced ourselves then Ted asked me over to his living room and one of the beige couches there. We made small talk then he asked if I wanted to join him in the bedroom. I nodded and we both walked over to the bedroom where a large bed was housed. I began to undress as did Ted, all the while continuing our conversation from the living room.

Once naked Ted motioned to the bed and I climbed on. He climbed on from the other side and we proceeded to get to know each others' bodies better. As I mentioned before, Ted was completely smooth. Other than the wavy, greying red hair on his head, his eyebrows and eyelashes, he had no hair elsewhere. I was intrigued at how he had managed to remove his pubic hair without a trace of bumps or redness. I had begun to trim my own bush but had encountered irritation and ingrown hairs so was hesitant to try it again. When I asked him how he managed to stay so smooth he replied that he shaved every day and didn't encounter any issues.

After making more small talk for a few minutes Ted casually leaned over and began to suck me off. His demeanor was nonchalant and his technique had me hard instantly. He moaned softly as he took my cock into his mouth, let it slip out then guided it back in. He slowly opened his legs and shifted position so his own cock was now framed by his thighs: An invitation.

I also leaned in and we were soon 69ing. We did this for a while then eventually Ted got on his back and asked me if I wanted to bottom for him. I was so worked up that I found myself slowly kneeling on his abdomen, one of my hands on his chest the other guiding his stiff member toward my anus. I felt his skin start to rub against mine and knew he'd need lube. Instead he licked his palm, reached under my crotch and coated his shaft with saliva. He then motioned to me and I slid down onto him.

Once inside I let my body get accustomed to his girth then shitted my weight forward, letting his cock slip out.

"Where are your condoms?" I asked.

Ted smiled and reassured me he was clean.

"I believe you, but I don't fuck bare, man." I responded.

He leaned over to one of his nightstands and produced a wrapped condom and a small bottle of lube. I opened the wrapped and slipped the condom onto his now engorged cock. I applied a small amount of lube on the tip and spread it down onto his shaft. I tossed the bottle to the side then proceeded to let him enter me again.

Ted was truly skilled, fucking me in various positions and eventually causing me to spill my milk onto his sheets. Before I could ask him to pull out he also climaxed while his condom-covered cock was still inside me. He slowly pulled out, reassuring me that I had nothing to worry about. I briefly inspected the rubber for any leaks and saw that it was still intact.

We showered together and then dried off. Ted asked if I was interested in getting dinner and I replied that I had other plans. I got dressed, thanked him for having me over and left.

We chatted a few more times, each time he would disclose more information: He was partnered, his partner knew about his extracurricular activities, he was primarily a top but on occasion had taken someone else cock, he was retired but an active volunteer for various charities in the city.

We met once more and pretty much followed the same activities as the time before, but this time as I was showering he mentioned his "son" and I asked him if he had been married.

"Oh yeah. Did the whole thing: Married, had kids, have grandkids..." he said with a smile.
"So, what happened?" I asked as I toweled off.

"I was hiding, really. I mean, I loved my wife, still do, but well..." his gaze made its way to my spent cock. "I liked men more."

We both laughed.

"We still keep in touch and my kids have been very understanding."

"That's good. My impression has been that those situations don't usually end well."

"I was honest about it when I realized I wasn't being myself."

Again he asked if I wanted to get something to eat and again I declined. At that point in my life I wasn't ready to share in those kinds of activities with someone I was getting naked with.

Our chats continued and in one he mentioned that he was having another friend over for "lunch" and if I wanted to stop by. I agreed and headed over to his place around noon.

When I arrived he greeted me naked and told me to strip down and join him and his friend in the bedroom. Once naked I found Ted and an African-American guy both lying in bed naked. The other guy was somewhat stocky, with a generous cock. He whispered to Ted something I couldn't make out.
Ted chuckled and responded that I was mostly a top, but that he had been able to convince me to bottom. The other man asked me if I wanted to take his dick, stroking it as he talked. I told him I wasn't in a bottoming mood and that I was only looking to masturbate and get sucked, maybe suck.
The three of us wound up sucking each other off, then Ted fucked him while I watched.

I got dressed and headed back to the office, leaving Ted in the living room while his friend recovered from Ted's cock.

A couple of weeks later Ted IMed me while I was at work, asking if I was interested in joining him and a few guys at his place. I asked him how many guy and he said that the current tally was at seven but there might be more. My cock twitched at the idea of being part of an orgy. I asked him who these guys were and he said that most were people he knew. I agreed and he said to just head up when I got to his building, that the doorman had instructions to let people in without calling up.

I nervously made my way to his place, avoided eye contact with the doorman as he gave me a knowing look when I told him who I was visiting and quickly took an elevator up to Ted's place.

Upon exiting the elevator and walking to his door, I found it open and quickly walked in. There were clothes everywhere as if someone had taken a bag full of clothing and thrown it open. I could hear faint sounds from the direction of his bedroom, causing my arousal to increase. I stripped down and started walking toward his bedroom when an older man, naked except for a red condom on his erection, walked out and casually said hello to me, smiling at my apparent reaction to his state of undress. He walked to one of the couches in the living room where he found a pair of jeans and pulled a ringing cel phone from one of its pockets.

I continued toward the bedroom, the sounds of men in various states of arousal increasing along with the length of my penis. Once through the door I found an amazingly erotic sight:

There were about ten men, all naked, of various ages, races and sizes engaged in all sorts of sexual acts. A couple of feet from me, a younger latino guy (looked to be in his early 20s) was bent over the dresser while an older black man fucked him from behind. A balding white man with a muscular body was standing near the bathroom door with two men kneeling in front of him, sharing his cock and balls.

As I scanned the room I found Ted, on the far side of the bed, standing over another older guy who was on his back, legs spread, taking Ted's cock. I wasn't sure how to proceed? What was "orgy courtesy" when it came to saying hi to someone engaged in sex at the moment?

Before I could react, a slim guy in his 40s shyly approached me, and without a word knelt in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. A low moan purred in my chest as he cradled my sac while he hurriedly sucked on me. His other hand was furiously stroking his own cock as small sighs escaped his mouth.

A hand appeared and began pinching one of my nipples. It was the black top who was fucking the younger latino guy on the dresser. I looked down to see his massive dick disappearing into the tan-lined ass of his younger playmate. It was as I was watching them fuck and having my dick sucked that I noticed no one was using condoms. The black guy was barebacking the latino bottom and I wondered if they knew each other. I looked around the room looking for others involved in coitus and saw two older tops sharing a third, one fucking his ass while the other fucked his mouth and saw the in in the rear was also sans-condom.

As this knowledge became clearer I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. The guy sucking me off was also close as he feverishly masturbated himself while slobbering all over my shaft. I tried to pull away but either he was ignoring me or thought I was teasing him as he leaned in and increase his rhythm.

I couldn't hold it.

I began to convulse as my cock throbbed it's load into his mouth. He grunted as my milk spilled into him and I grabbed his head, pulling it toward me.

"Nice." The African-American top said as he continued to pound his younger recipient.

As my climax subsided the guy kneeling in front of me made his way to his own orgasm and grunted again as his cock spilled ropes of white juice. My cock never left his mouth as his climax shook the rest of his body. He trembled as his cum spilled out onto the carpeting below his near purple cockhead and small gasps spit from the edges of his lips. His face was flushed as he finally let my spent cock slip out of his mouth and he leaned toward me, one hand on my thigh while the other squeezed the last drops of his load out onto the darkening spot on the carpet.

He smiled drunkedly up at me and I smiled back.

"You have an awesome dick, man." He said sleepily.

"Thanks." I replied.

"Your load is sweet." He continued.

"Thanks." I replied again.

His head pulled back slowly and he eyes my cock. He leaned in again, the tip of his tongue peeking from his lips. He began to flick off the remaining cum from my cockhead, causing me to jerk back as it was still too sensitive to allow anything to touch it. I pushed his head back and decided to use that as an excuse to leave the party.

I smiled to him and sidestepped him as he began to stand up.

I made my way to Ted who was now fucking another man, this one around my age, bent over the side of his bed.

"Mmm... you made it." He said, smiling.

"Yeah..." I tried to find the words that would let me escape.

"Saw you feeding that guy. You should fuck his ass, he's a total bottom."

I looked back at the guy who had just swallowed my load and he was looking back at me, a hint of pleading in his eyes. At that moment the African-American top began to moan loudly and his body shook as he climaxed into the smooth bottom bent in front of him.

"You know, I noticed no one's using condoms." I said to Ted as he continued to fuck the man in front of him.

"It's okay, these guys are all clean." He responded soothingly.

"How do you know?" I pressed. "You know them all?"

Ted paused, letting his cock slip out of the gaping asshole opened by his fucking. He then slipped his naked cock back in, causing the other man to moan.

"I know most of 'em. They're cool." He responded.

I didn't answer, instead slowly making my way out of the bedroom.

I found my clothes in where I had left them and began to dress as two younger men walked through his open front door. They both had a wild look in their eyes and it was clear they had not done anything like this before. One approached me and asked,

"Is this Ted's... lunch thing?"

"Yes." I replied. "It is. Your first time?"

"Yes." They both answered.

"It's hot, but no one's using condoms." I said as I finished dressing.

They both stood there, looking toward the bedroom where the sounds of another man's climax came barking out. They then looked back at me and began to disrobe.

I shook my head and walked out.

What I've Done

2009-10-27T12:32:00.000-05:00

I recently started following iBlastInside's explicitly candid blog about his exploits in the land of bareback sex and it inspired me to post more of my own experiences (I have in the past but have not been very good at posting more).

So, here goes... along with much less modest imagery...

I had mentioned James in a previous post as the bearer of one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever had the pleasure of not only seeing but touching, tasting and having inside me. In it's flaccid state his penis was easily five inches long, hanging nicely between his thighs, and in its aroused state reached near eight and a half inches. He was a very laid back man with a southern-tinged accent, short blonde hair with small curls and small, dark eyes framed by glasses. He was in his late forties (his craigslist ads would bounce between 48 and 49) and did enough exercise to maintain a trim frame that, for the most part, was very smooth.

We had met through one of his aforementioned craisglist ads: He was a "very good top" flying back from a business trip and was looking to have younger company over at his place to help him release some of his "pent up energy". In this particular ad he had posted his face pic, rather than the cock shot most ads in the m4m section usually contained. For some reason this had caused me to think he wasn't the typical CL poster and prompted me to responde.

After exchanging more photos of each other, he told me he was very interested. I explained to him I was only into safe sex and not looking to be a member of someone's harem, so that if he was into having multiple partners, it wouldn't work out. He said that while he loved having sex daily, his job didn't permit it and that he also wasn't looking to catch anything. He said he practiced safe sex and that a condom would be used every time. I also told him I was bi (he was gay) and that I didn't have much experience being a bottom. He told me not to worry, that he knew how to handle someone like me.

His last e-mailmentioned that he'd e-mail me once he was in town (he was still on his trip when he posted and as we were initially exchanging e-mails). I told him I'd be online waiting to hear from him.

Around ten o'clock that night (this was a weeknight) I got an e-mail from him that he was just getting in and that I could come over. He gave me his address and I responded that I was on my way.

I drove from my apartment to Edgewater where his apartment was and found a parking spot around the corner from him. The night was unseasonably chilly so I had worn a jacket over my t-shirt and jeans. Finding his place, I rang the doorbell. He buzzed me up and I walked the flights of stairs to his apartment. I knocked on the large wooden door that stood at the top of the stairs and heard him undoing the lock on the other side. I walked in only to be greeted by two very curious Whippets. James was standing next to the open door, wearing a long-sleeved shirt, khakis, what you would consider casual business attire. He called to his now excited dogs to let me by and I proceeded to introduce myself to him. He told me I could take my coat off and drop it on a sofa that was close by then asked if I wanted anything to drink. Being almost paranoically cautious I replied I was fine and he then walked to his kitchen for a bottle of water. As he opened it he explained that he was recently divorced and that he had not had a regular partner in a while. When he saw my reaction to his using the word "divorce" he added that he had been living with a male partner for "quite a while" and that things had not worked out, mostly due to sex.

"Not enough?" I asked.

"For me." He answered slyly.

He then asked if I was ready, to which I nodded. He led me back into a hallway, past the kitchen to a bedroom with a large bed in it. Next to it was a small nightstand with a lamp on it. Just in front of the bed was a dresser and a door leading to a bathroom. Two large bay windows stood on the far wall and another door led to a study equipped with a large wooden desk, a television broadcasting CNN and two leather chairs.

I began to take my t-shirt off, asking him how often he met up with guys. He replied cryptically, "Whenever the mood hits me." and offered a sly smile. I wasn't sure how to take that but something in his demeanor put me at ease. Bare chested, I began to undo my jeans and asked him what he did for a living. As he took his shirt off he replied that he was an interior designer, owned his own business and also taught at one of the local art schools. He asked what I did and as I removed my jeans and briefs, I told him I was a graphic designer. I watched as he undid his khakis and let them fall to the floor.

I must have had quite the expression when I saw his sex because he chuckled and asked if I liked what I saw. I was caught off-guard since I wasn't expecting him to be so well-endowed. His ad and subsequent e-mails had stated he was hung but my experience had been that most guys think they are but when it comes to it, most are average. Now, I was faced with someone who actually was well-equipped. The first thought that ran through my mind was: There's no way I can take all that.

At this point in my sexual history I was a novice bottom. There had been about 3-4 guys who I had attempted to bottom for with only two successfully staying inside me for any significant amount of time and only one of those doing so until completion. In both those cases the penetrating members were of the average variety and had still caused me quite a bit of pain going in. Looking at James' hefty cock I was worried I'd have to back out of the evening's planned festivities.

"I told you I was nicely equipped." He said as he began to turn down the lights in the bedroom.

"To be honest, I'm not sure I can take all of you." I said as I motioned toward his dormant cock.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He said warmly. "I see you've got quite a foreskin."

I nodded, absentmindedly stroking my own sex. I could already feel myself stirring in arousal, the idea of playing with James' member was turning me on.

"I have a young bud who would love to have you fuck him. He has a thing for uncut guys."

The two dogs were orbiting us nervously and he told them to lay down. They proceeded to jump on the bed and curl up with each other. He laughed and gently pushed them onto the floor. He commanded them to lay down again and this time they ran to their bed next to the dresser and assumed the same curled up position they done on the bed. James stood next to the bed, motioning toward it. It was still cold out, so when I got into bed (it was a mammoth, high bed with very thick comforters) I got under the covers to warm up.

He turned the rest of the lights off and lit some candles, then crawled into bed behind me, pulled the covers over us until only our heads were visible. My back was to him and I turned around so we were facing each other. He leaned in and we began to kiss. I wasn't much into kissing men back then, but James made me a quick believer. His tongue probed my mouth, occasionally rubbing against my anxious tongue. We got closer, our naked bodies making contact and I could feel his generous cock hardening. I could feel myself growing feverish with anticipation.

His hands were soon on my ass, kneading it, spreading it. One of my arms found it's way around his waist while the other was under my head. We slowly began to grind against each other, our movements a slow motion precursor to what was ahead. By now my erection was raging and I could feel the heat coming from his groin. We were both panting slightly, our arousal starting to get the better of us. He massaged my cock, balls... shoulders... He was definitely leading the way and I liked that a lot. He then reached behind my balls and started fingering me.

With one hand I squeezed his cock and with the other his ass. He would rub the finger he was fingering me with on the tip of my cock and take some of the precum and use it to lube my hole... I was starting to get delirious it felt so good. We did this for about 10 minutes.

By then he had a finger all the way in. Then he told me to roll over. I did and he continued to finger me, but now he used lube to get another finger in. Instinctively I arched my back so my ass was closer to him while I turned my head around to see what was happening. I reached behind me and kept masturbating his now very, very erect penis. The fact that he had two fingers in me in so little time had me surprised.

He pulled away, smiling and forced me around so my back was to him again. He leaned over the edge of the bed and I heard the nightstand drawer open. A plastic click followed by a wet splash indicated to me that he was preparing to lube us up. I reached behind me and stroked his now stiff cock, my mind imagining how large it was and how much pain it would inflict on my anus.

A sudden coolness slapped against my ass and his fingers were soon working the lube into me. I continued to stroke him, waiting for him to slide a condom on so he could get to finally penetrate me. His fingers left my hole and he quickly removed my hands from his cock. I waited to hear the condom wrapper being ripped open when suddenly he had a hand on my shoulder as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my anus. Before I could react he was inside.

I gasped out loud, my mind half expecting a piercing pain to shoot from my backside, half amazed at the idea that all of his manhood was inside me.

I felt his lower abdomen press against my lower back and realized he was all the way in. He held himself there then quietly asked,

"Is that okay?"

I was panting, my mind trying to wrap itself around what had just happened.

"Uh... yeah... wow....!"

He slid his other arm under mine and over my chest and pulled me closer. He asked if I was okay and I told him I was doing really well. I didn't want to sound like an ass but I had to tell him he had an amazing cock. He laughed and I told him I didn't think I was going to be able to take him. He told me he knew but that I didn't have to worry about anything.

He told me I felt good... all the while pinching my nipple, and kneading my shoulder. Then he started pulling out slowly, but not all the way out. It was incredible. I could feel every inch of him rubbing against my anus as he slid out. I moaned again. He slowly pulled back until his cock slipped out of me and I swear it felt like someone had taken a plunger to my ass and sucked out the air. His hands were on my ass, spreading me open and my hands joined them pulling them further apart. I then felt his throbbing cockhead press against my anus and then he was all the way inside again. I moaned, both with pleasure and surprise. How was it possible that all that cock was easily sliding into me?

He stayed there a bit, told me to get used to him... then he quickly pulled all the way out. There was a pop. I laughed.

It occurred to me that the lube he was using was amazingly slick, letting him enter me with very little friction. He began to speed his rhythm, each time stuffing all of his member in me.

It then also occurred to me that his cock was bare.

My hands quickly pulled at his shaft and I shifted my hips forward.

"You have a condom?" I asked almost angrily.

James laughed quietly, "Yes. And don't worry" he said as a condom was released from its wrapper, "I'm clean."

I felt him moving behind me, the sound of the moist condom being lowered on his cock. I reached behind me to feel the latex on him and, satisfied he was covered enough, I guided him back in and steadied myself to let him go to town on me.

He got the hint and was soon pounding me. The skin of his lower belly and upper thighs slapping against my ass. He was grunting with each thrust, trying to get more of himself inside me. I curved my back more, bringing my knees closer to my chest, my hands bracing against his mattress and headboard. We were both on our sides, but he was fucking me as if we were on our knees. His large hands were on my hips, pulling me toward him each time his cock slid back toward me. My mind reeled at how good he felt and the knowledge that a man with such a large cock was pleasuring himself with my hole.

I have a slight submissive streak and it usually comes out when I'm with an older guy, especially if he's topping me. James was obviously a top in more than just the sexual sense as he seemed in control of his life (owning his own business, living alone, etc.) and I felt myself responding to that.

He put both his hands on my shoulder and started pounding me. I could barely catch my breath. I pulled my knees up so he could get further in... Then he pulled out, and pulled my hips up so I was on all fours, face down.

He got the bottle of lube again and rubbed som on his cock. Then he reached between my legs and rubbed some on my cock. Then he just poured some straight from the bottle onto my ass. It ran down between my cheeks onto the bed. He placed the tip of his penis against my anus and asked if I was ready. I told him to do his worst.

And he did.

He just grabbed my hips and let me have it. I was practically yelling it felt so good. I don't normally make that much noise, unless it's while I'm cumming, but every time he would thrust into me I would moan out load. I was burying my face in his sheets thinking his neighbors would hear me.

I got up on my arms and he grabbed my shoulders and kept going. We didn't stop for a while. Normally I would have had to take a rest, but I was so turned on I let him keep going. I would tighten up and he'd moan.

"I love that!"

Then he started talking dirty. Up until this point he had been pretty mild-mannered. Low voice. Confident but not egotistical. At that point he was saying things like "You like this much cock up your ass?" and "Did you think you'd like being a bottom boy so much?" I would answer in between moans "Oh... Yes... Oh man... God yes..."

I'd lean back, and he'd push as far in as he could... and he'd spread my ass open... and I could feel everything. I'd reach between my legs and masturbate then I'd reach farther back and play with his balls.

He continued to fuck me, then he pulled me back and slipped up onto my back a bit so that his cock felt like it was pointing down. When he thrusted it felt like my cock was going to burst. I had never felt that before. I didn't know if it was supposed to do that! He did this a few times and I was sighed, "What are... you doing to me?"

""Do you like it?"

"Oh man, yes... don't stop!"

Every downthrust brought the same sensation: As if he was sliding his cock into mine from the inside. That is the best way I can describe it. It would be a few days later that I realized he was massaging my prostate with his cock.

He fucked me like that for a bit and I finally had to take a break. I started feeling like I might have to go to the bathroom, so I excused myself. I went to the bathroom, but nothing happened. This was typical of me. So I went back and told him I didn't know what was going on and he said it was air.

"I'm pumping you and you're body thinks there is something in there. No worries."

He was lying on his back and I was standing next to him. His cock wasn't as hard anymore, so I grabbed the lube and poured some on it. Then I stroked him until he got hard. He did the same to me.

"Are you ready for me, bottom boy?" He asked.

"Of course... we're not done yet." I resonded. "I still want to see how much of a load you have in that generous cock of yours."

So I climbed on the bed, straddled his legs, back to him, reached between my legs and guided his cock inside. It felt as if he had never been inside, I could feel myself being opened up again. I moaned again. I basically moaned out loud the whole time we he was inside me.

I was kneeling, hands on his shins with my ass sliding up and down his erection.

"You should see what I'm seeing." He said.

It felt good knowing he was getting off on this. I laid back down on him and he started thrusting again, I looked around toward him and we made out while he slid in and out of me. He masturbated me. I almost came. I had to push his hand away because I didn't want it to end. I was throbbing by now, the tip of my penis, with it's foreskin pulled back, was a deep red and there was precum spilling out of it.
There was a small pool of it on my stomach and he rubbed it around.

"Did you cum?" He asked.

"No, that's just precum."

"That's right, you uncut boys love to precum."

And that is where I saw where my submissive side came from. I didn't normally like to be called a "boy" or anything of that nature, but that's all he called me whenever we met up. And I liked it. It was like I knew he was more experienced than me so he had the right to direct me.

I then rolled over and let him slide out while I got on my side. He knelt and lifted my leg up and then inserted himself again.,

He then spread his legs so he had a better "angle of attack" while he held onto my leg. His hips were doing all the work, rotating while the rest of him stayed in place. He grabbed my leg at the knee and reached down to play with my penis. I was so close to cumming I pushed hihis hand away. I swear at that point my cock was almost purple.

He kept fucking me in that position, one hand on my knee, the other on the thigh of the leg he was holding on to. Then he began to kiss my calf. It drove me wild! I wasn't expect it. After doing this for a bit he then starts running his tongue on it. I could tell he was getting off on it because he was pounding me again, burying his cock in me. It almost felt like he was moving my insides around. I tried to fathom all that cock inside me and it was such a turn-on.

Figuring he was close to finishing, I let him slide out. He laid down next to me and I peeled the condom off his engorged member and stroke him, licking his nipples while I do so.

James was moaning in a low voice and then he began raising his head while I could see his stomach muscles tightening as he yelled out. All this cum started spilling out of his cock. It was like a little river of milk at first then more spurted out. He came quite a bit. His cock and my hand were completely covered.

Then I started spreading it around, on his shaft, cockhead, balls... when he stopped mesaying his cockhead was very sensitive.

"You've got an amazing cock." I tell him. He just laughed.

"You're whipped boy.... Love dick in your ass, don't you?"

After his cock got back down to normal size James reached over and started playing with mine. It didn't take long to finally release. I shot. I rarely shoot. I managed to get cum on my chest.

And I nearly convulsed when I came. He just laid there, patiently stroking my cock until all of my cum was out. He laughed again and put his arm around me.

"You like that?"

I just groaned. I was wiped out.

He got up and got me a towel, but I asked if I could shower. He told me I could and led me to the bathroom. I showered and then started getting dressed. He just lay on the bed, propped up on his elbows and chuckled. He told me I did good, that I knew what I wanted and that I didn't have hangups about acting it out. He said most inexperienced guys would have just laid there.

I told him it was his fault for knowing what he was doing. I repeated that no one had ever just slid in like he did and he laughed again.

"They didn't know what they were doing."

"You definitely do."

I got dressed and he followed me to the door, his gorgeous, spent cock swinging while he walked. He squeezed my shoulder and told me to let him know when I wanted to meet up again. It was like he was back to his mild-mannered self.

I told him I'd see how the rest of my week was and walked out.

"Any time, bottom boy..." He smiled and closed the door.

By the time I got home, I was ready to go again.

Give A Man A Camera Part 7

2009-10-16T16:06:00.000-05:00

Some shots from this week...
I recently had a conversation with a friend who reads my blog and when asked what she thought of these candid photo posts, she replied, "I'd hate to be one of your subjects.", which got me thinking. We talked about why she felt that way and what it boiled down to was the fact that there was some violation happening since some of the people in the photographs were unaware that they were being shot.
So, in the interest of not accumulating bad karma and getting back to what I'm good at (being creative, not a pervert) I've decided to start being a bit more "artistic" with what I post on here...
I, of course, welcome feedback.

Give A Man A Camera Part 6: Self Portraits

2009-10-09T16:22:00.000-05:00

Some images I've taken of myself...

Imitation Is The Sincerest Form of Flattery

2009-10-06T17:24:00.000-05:00

Dear Gap,

American Apparel called. They want their advertising image back.

Give A Man A Camera, part 5

2009-09-28T18:16:00.000-05:00

More random shots...

Give A Man A Camera, part 4

2009-09-22T15:11:00.000-05:00

More images I've captured recently, with my cel phone:

Jobs and Lovers

2009-09-10T17:14:00.000-05:00

Reasons why jobs are like lovers/relationships:

- When you first start one you feel scared, nervous, excited and hopeful.
- You consider leaving them when the magic's gone, but you also consider the benefits.
- Even after you leave or are let go, you ponder the good days... and the bad ones.
- You sometimes miss the people you met while in one.
- If you're let go, you don't want to hear that the place you were at is doing well without you.

Dream

2009-07-30T13:51:00.000-05:00

You were in my dream last night.

I traveled back in time
to find you
in the place we once were.

It was you
but it wasn't
your smile enthralling
your hair darker.

You welcomed me
the way you always did:
Eyes brilliant gems
a joke within your hello.

I told you of the future
of things political, cultural
and technological.

I relayed how things would play out
how the World would change
and you accepted this
without doubt.

As we walked among the spaces
and some of the faces
that we had called home
we picked up where we had left off.

We talked of the things to come
but I chose not to tell you
about where we would be:
The arguments, distance, tears
and futility.

I stayed there with you
laughing,
losing myself in your eyes
wondering why your hair
was that color.

I held on to you
knowing it would end
realizing that my being there
had already changed things.

Outside, eyes shut
I smiled
holding off reality.

Emotional Attachment, Part 2

2009-07-15T22:34:00.000-05:00

A while back I had written about David and how he had become the first man I had felt more than just lust for. Since then, things had progressed and we had met more often and tried out more things that we both fantasized about. The most important being sex without condoms.

Now, before you freak out on me, let me say that we both got tested and showed each other our results and made it a point to not play with anyone else. Sure, nothing is 100% risk-free, but as I mentioned in the previous post, there was something there that made me feel that what we had was more than just to guys getting together to cause each other some orgasms. This is what made our encounters that much more intense. Before meeting David, kissing a man was something I was adamantly opposed to. This was something I reserved for only those I was emotionally attracted to, which did not include men. In the last few months, I found myself turned on just as much by the site of his thin, naked frame opening the door to his high rise apartment as the act of passionately kissing him before even removing any article of my clothing. This was uncharted territory for me.

The danger in becoming emotionally attached to someone who you're involved in a casually sexual relationship with is that you could get hurt.

David: Hi.
Me: Hey, David. How are you?
David: Sorry, something happened to me.
Me: What?!? Are you okay?
David: My ex is moving back.
Me: Oh.
David: I hope you understand.

And thus, a few IMs later our whateveryouwannacallit came to an end. No face-to-face farewell, no detailed explanation...

I find myself actually feeling something that could be considered heartbroken. I definitely wasn't expecting both the termination of our "thing" and the reaction to it. I feel... hurt.

Now, you're probably thinking, "Maybe you were more into him than he was into you..." and I'd probably agree with you if not for the fact that just last week after sharing a shower David asked if I'd like to join him at Steamworks and fuck him in some of the more public areas of the bathhouse, claiming he'd like to let others see us together. Even before this he had suggested going on a weekend trip to Saugatuck's nude gay beach together and looked forward to the day he'd move closer to where I'd be working so we could meet up every day.

I guess this "ex" is quite the catch.

(Now is the part where I go into what I didn't like about David so as to make myself feel better.)

Oh, who am I kidding. I liked the guy a lot. There was an almost older/younger brother thing going on. I guess if I had to complain about anything it would be his reluctance to take me more than once per session. His reason was that he'd be so sore after the first time that taking me for a second round would not be very pleasurable. I couldn't argue with him because it was pretty obvious I was a little more than his ass could handle and we usually had to take it slow at the beggining. So, I didn't feel like I could complain.

Oh well.

So, now I'm not sure what to think or how to proceed. He ended the chat with "ok we will chat sometime" and I'm kind of not sure how to take that. Was that him just being nice and hoping to leave things on a good note or was he being sincere? Does it matter? With his ex back in the picture, there's no way I'd be interested in pursuing anything without a condom which would change the chemistry quite a bit. Something about fluid bonding that REALLY makes things intimate.

I guess I just need to move on.

The T-Shirt

2009-06-04T23:02:00.000-05:00

She stood in the doorway smoking.

The street light from the alleyway backlit her so that her frame showed through the white, oversized t-shirt she had hastily grabbed on her way toward the door. She leaned on one leg, the other bent in front of the first, forming a number four. One arm was wrapped around her waist while the other, bent at the elbow, rested on its wrist.

Her head was slightly tilted, lost in thought, possibly considering what had happened earlier.
Her back toward the darkened apartment, she faced the small entryway that led out to the alley and the Spring night air that had not quite lost Winter's chill.

She took a drag from the cigarette, silently contemplating some unknown topic. The still air let the smoke drift around her, illustrating her thought process: An organic chain of ideas, randomly forming shapes that to some held no logic.

Leaning back suddenly, trying to confirm a sound she thought she had just heard, her gaze wandered back into the apartment, toward the bedroom near the back. She wasn't worried about an unexpected visitor since she knew there was only one other person in there. Hearing nothing else she went back to forming wisps of thought around her head.

She shifted her weight, planting the bent leg onto the metal strip of door frame so that she was now stood on both feet. Light poured through the white t-shirt, outlining her cocked hips. The light wrapped around her naked torso like a slow moving daybreak. The small amount of light being reflected back from the dark space landed on the curves of her buttocks against the shirt's fabric.

She shivered, sighing as she let the spent cigarette drop to the floor. Grabbing the bottom of the shirt and wrapping it around her thighs as if shielding herself from an unknown gaze she turned into the apartment. Closing the door behind her, streetlight leaked in from an adjacent window lighting her way toward the back of the apartment, the bedroom and the naked occupant sleepily awaiting her return.

Vanessa Daou "The Long Tunnel of Wanting You"

2009-05-08T11:39:00.001-05:00

this is the long tunnel of wanting you.
its walls are lined with remembered kisses
wet and red as the inside of your mouth
full and juicy as your probing tongue

this is the long tunnel of wanting you

warm as your belly against mine
deep as your navel leading home
soft as your sleeping cock, beginning to stir
tight as your legs wrapped around mine

this is the long tunnel of wanting you

straight as your toes pointing toward the bed
as you roll over and thrust your hardness
into the long tunnel of my wanting
straightening out my crooked past

this is the long tunnel of wanting you

Spare Us The Cutter, Part 2

2009-04-30T09:37:00.000-05:00

An article on salon.com about a film that deals with parents' decision to cut or not.

What Is It...?

2009-04-28T17:53:00.000-05:00

I've felt like this since I was 12...

Emotional Attachment

2009-03-30T00:55:00.000-05:00

Although I consider myself bisexual (yes, I really do like both cock and pussy) I've never seen myself being romantically involved with a member of my own sex. Sure I've been in love with members attached to those of my own sex, but never to who that member was attached to. Did I lose you?

I've been in love with women since I learned what love/infatuation/lust/heartbreak was. But as far as men went, it was never more than a physical attraction. I could never see myself going out on a date with a guy, looking longingly into his eyes, holding hands and much less thinking about what kind of dog we should own (sorry, not a cat person here). I could see myself hanging out, especially naked with a hot guy but always with toe-curling orgasms as the end result. Nothing more. I've had guys ask me out, or at least consider them as a potential romantic interest, but the feelings have never been mutual. When asked why not, I couldn't put it any better than my above description on what imagined a date with a guy would be like (longingly, holding hands, the dog, etc.). I just assumed my sexual tastes were ambivalent, but my heart would always belong to a woman.

In the last few weeks, however, I feel that may change.

I've been meeting with David, a 20-something Vietnamese guy, since last Summer after meeting on one of the gaymencruisingforsex web sites. He seemed friendly, very cute, showed all the qualities I like in younger guys (naturally smooth, thin, a bottom and uncut) but what struck me most was his insistence on only playing safe and that he was not interested in someone too wild (read: Fucking and being fucked by half the gay/bi male population of Chicago). His desire for someone low-risk resonated with me and so we continued to chat online and email.

We finally made a time for me to pay him a visit and we hit it off immediately, causing each other some nice climaxes. We chatted for a bit, then I left.

We decided to meet again, but this time David asked that we forego protection so that I could seed him. He said that he had liked me a lot and had felt something between us and if I was open to it, would like to be more than just fuckbuddies. He said he wouldn't normally do that, but that his gut told him I was someone that he would like to feel completely inside him. I was immediately hesitant as I had made it a point to always play safe and even moreso now that my decisions didn't just affect me. I told him I wasn't into that.

We continued to chat online, sharing experiences, fantasies and also talking about our lives outside the bedroom.He was a med student doing his residency while finishing his studies. His family lived elsewhere and he had, prior to moving to Chicago, an older boyfriend who would seed him on a regular basis. I asked if that was why he wanted me to do the same and he replied that he had felt something more than just a casual encounter with me and that he felt he could trust me enough to go condomless. I told him I was flattered, but that I normally didn't do that. He said he understood and that we didn't need to go that route when we would meet up again. He did, however, say that if we did have bareback sex he would no longer see other guys even if we didn't get romantically involved. He further told me he regularly got tested for STDs (being a med student he was paranoid about catching anything) and that so far he had tested negative. I told him I'd take that all into consideration, but that he should expect to be seeing me rolling latex down my sex whenever we met up. He said he understood.

We met up a few more times, each time more intense than the previous one. He confided he was somewhat submissive, placing his partner's satisfaction above his own and would constantly ask if I liked what he was doing and how I felt about our encounters. I began to be a bit put off by that and started wondering if I should avoid the situation. However, the sex was great, mostly owed to David's eagerness to please.

One day, a couple of months after our initial meeting, I was in an excpetionally aroused state. David IMed me asking if I was available to meet and I told him I was. He greeted me at the door naked, his cock already semi-erect. He greeted me with a deep kiss as I undid my pants and shirt. He told me he was glad he had found me online as he was in desperate need. I told him I was as well and the next thing I knew he was kneeling, taking me in his mouth, in front of the door-sized mirrors in his bedroom. After a few minutes of that we found ourselves 69ing on his bed, then I was inside him... on all fours, kneeling, over him... after climaxing, we showered together, washing each other's spent members and talking about how this had been the most intense of our meetings. We rinsed off, kissed for a few minutes then I got dressed and left.

The next few months saw more of the same, with the intensity of our meetings increasing and David still asking about having me seed him.

Winter came and I left on vacation for a few weeks then came back to find our schedules didn't coincide as much as before as he had more schoolwork and hours at the hospital he was at. As a result, since the beginning of the year, we've only seen each other once twice and I find myself missing him greatly.

I also find myself questioning what I feel for David as I've imagined spending the night with him and not only fucking like wild, rabid monkeys, but also taking him up on his desire to leave some of myself inside him and actually doing things like hang out, watch TV and maybe meet up in a non-sexual-related location. He's voiced interest in cycling and since I cycle regularly have considered asking him along so that we can motivate each other to exercise more (which I need more than he does as he's an avid swimmer... and yes, has the body to prove it). This is a first for me. Normally I try to keep my sexual/adventure life away from my normal one but David seems to have cause me to blur that line.

We have had heart-to-heart chats, contemplating how things might be had I been single when we met, what it would be like to live together and what that would imply in terms of safe sex. There is something so natural to bareback sex... obviously Adam and Eve (or whatever their archeological/biological/anthropological counterparts are) didn't use protection and the idea of cumming inside another man on a regular basis has a string attraction to it. But there's the emotional apsect that kind of drives my desire to seed him.

Obviously there are risks involved, but considering how long we've known each other (and he does know I am married and that I'm allowed to play) and his desire to please, wouldn't there be a very high level of trust and low risk involved?

So, I find myself at a crossroads: My heart, and not only my cock, long for this man who would like nothing more than to have me, skin to skin. It's hard not to fall for the temptation, but at the same time I wonder if I'm not discovering another aspect of my psycho/sexuality (had enough forward slashes yet?) that needs to be fully realizd? Decisions, decisions...

Girls We Love: The Current Top 10

2009-03-25T00:09:00.000-05:00

I've been meaning to put together a list of the women who are currently causing physiological reactions for some time now and figured this would be a good a time as any to finally post it. This is the current list, an "all-time" list will be coming shortly.

In no particular order:

- Aria Giovanni: I've been an admirer ever since her first pictorial in the September 2000 issue of Penthouse magazine. Her exotic looks and abundant figure [NSFW] set her aside from most of the other curve-less porn starlets.

- Eva Angelina: I came across her on twitter and after checking out her site [NSFW]and some vids, well, I became a fan.

- Barbara Bermudo: One of the hosts of Univision's Primer Impacto, Barbara is the prototypical hispanic television presenter: Long dark hair, legs that go on like the Great Wall of China and a generous figure that includes abundant breasts.

- Nina Mercedez: If I had to choose a number 1, Nina would be it. She's amazingly beautiful to the point where one might think it's a shame that she's spending her energy in porn [NSFW] rather than more "respectable" pursuits.

- Michele Lepe: I almost feel guilty adding her to this list considering what her current gig is: Host of an evening show on a kids network. Fact is, that's part of the attraction. Her character, Nina's pure persona is a contrast to the Cuban actress' physical beauty.

- Katsuni: She's a collection of contrasts: Frail beauty [NSFW] and raw sexuality [NSFW] , a mixture of ethnicities that combine in an exotic worldliness and unrefined perverseness [NSFW].

- Belladonna: The closest to a "maverick" as you're going to get in the porn industry. Brazen [NSFW], independent and dripping with a candid sensuality [NSFW] that is rare in porn.

- Giselle Blondet: Another Univision hostess. See above.

- Ava Devine: Much like Nina Hartley, Ava looks like she sincerely enjoys what she does [NSFW]. She also never seems to back down from a challenge [NSFW].

- Sunny Leone: If you haven't seen a pattern forming, Sunny should make it pretty clear.

Sex in Advertising, part 1,461

2009-03-10T09:31:00.000-05:00

Selling condoms in the UK.

Romeo Void "Never Say Never"

2009-03-09T23:17:00.000-05:00

If time itself was his demeanor
There’d be no sunlight or a glimmer
Of sunlight landin on the street
Sunsuit girls must be discreet
Sunsuit girls must be discreet
Nursing their fathers locked inside
They masqueraded as his bride

I might like you better
If we slept together
But there’s somethin
In your eyes that says
Maybe that’s never
Never say never

The slump by the courthouse
With windburn skin
That man could give a fuck
About the grin on your face
As you walk by, randy as a goat
He's sleepin on papers
When he'd be warm in your coat

I might like you better
If we slept together
But there’s somethin
In your eyes that says
Maybe that’s never
Never say never

There’s no easy way to lose your sight
On the street, on the stairs
Who's on your flight
Old couple walks by, as ugly as sin
But he’s got her and she’s got him

Never say never

Give A Man A Camera, part 3

2009-02-23T23:23:00.000-06:00

More random images...

Twittering

2009-02-12T03:13:00.000-06:00

Created an account on Twitter today.Feel free to stop by and take a gander. Additionally, if you're on Twitter feel free to follow me and I'll return the favor...

Doritos

2009-02-01T23:03:00.001-06:00

Best Super Bowl ad...

Wired's Sexiest Geeks

2009-01-28T03:02:00.001-06:00

Wow... seriously, the list is dead-on. I'm torn between Asia Carrera (left), Rosario Dawson, Jo Garcia, Marina Orlova and Kari Bryon.

Who would you vote for?

New Year, New You

2009-01-27T00:26:00.000-06:00

So, it's been a while since I wrote regularly here and there's been a lot that has happened in the last few months. Actually, a lot has happened that I haven't written about, some of which was before the last few months. So, let's get to it.

First off, I got married. No, we weren't drunk and yes, she is a woman. I won't divulge her real name here due to privacy concerns so for the purpose of this blog we'll call her Magda... but before you go assuming I won't say her real name because she doesn't know of my exploits, think again. She's known I play for both teams for a while now and she, for the most part, is cool with it. Well, let me take a step back as most of you don't know about my now-wife. We've known each other for quite a few years, but due mostly to her travel schedule (she would often be out of the country for months at a time) we decided to keep things non-serious due to the fact that neither of us wanted to go through a long-distance relationship again (we've both gone through it at least once). I knew that she loved what she did for a living and I couldn't see myself living out of hotels and corporate housing given that my family lived here and I had a pretty good job.

That being said we decided to take a "don't ask, don't tell" policy when it came to our erotic adventures. However, like I said, she knew I was into guys as well as women so she was aware I'd probably be playing with other penis-equipped individuals, she just didn't want to know details.

So, for years we kept in touch, would get together whenever we found ourselves in the same city and also saw other people. Not so much in a romantic way as much as a way to release pent-up sexual urges. I'll be honest, I was doing it more than she as... at least from what she told me.

This past March, some friends from Mexico came to stay with me for a week and as the week came to a close, they suggested I fly back with them so we could continue the festivites down there for another week. Seeing as my work load was rather small I agreed and found a cheap flight to Mexico City.

Just before flying down, I found out that Magda was also going to be in Mexico City on layover before flying back to Chicago. I found the coincidence to be rather interesting since we had never just ran into each other.

After a couple of days we finally met up and wound up spending the rest of the week together. I stayed at her hotel room and we went out together either with friends or just by ourselves.
Thursday night we got rather drunk and the conversation turned to why it was exactly that we weren't married yet. After a few more drinks Magda conceded that, in fact, her travel schedule was about to be reduced significantly due to an impending promotion but that she hadn't said anything before since she had hoped to surprise me once she had reached Chicago. But since we were together already she decided to tell me then. We continued to party the rest of the night, ot bringing the topic up again.

The next day, once we had sobered up, we talked again about how we'd be in the same city for once and jokingly talked about finally getting serious. The conversation then took a more serious tone and we decided to take the plunge. We found a judge and got married that Saturday. Nothing fancy, just quick.

That Sunday I flew back and she joined me here on Monday. I told my roommate what had transpired and he was both happy and saddened knowing he'd have to find his own place. He moved out a couple of months later and Magda moved in once she was able to get out of her place.

The week after we got back we talked about how our new status would affect things, specifically my taste in sexual partners. I told her I'd be willing to refrain from playing with others, but reminded her she knew what I was about before that. She told me that for the time being she was cool with me playing with men only and that there would be rules. My extracurricular activities would not impact our lives, so first, condoms were a must. Second, I could not bring anyone home and lastly playtime could not impact our time at all.

You may think, "Well, sheesh, what's the point, then?" Well, I've managed to play... especially with a very cute asian 20-something bottom who LOVES older men...

So, that's been the major news in the last year. You may have picked up on that based on my last post.

The other thing that has happened is that I've joined the millions of poor slobs who have been forced onto the land of Unemployment. I'd be panicking now if not for the fact that a) Magda makes a lot and b) I've always had quite a bit of freelance work readily available. We've just had to make some adjustments to our spending, but for the most part things seem okay. I've applied to various places, but it seems most companies are waiting to see how 2009 shapes up before hiring anyone new. So, we'll see how long this lasts...

I promise to update this blog more often as it seems I have more free time recently.

Dilema

2009-01-20T15:53:00.001-06:00

Had a rather erotic dream about my sister-in-law... is this bad? Discuss...

Upskirting

2008-11-25T14:07:00.000-06:00

Interesting read from Salon.com.

Porn in a flash
A troubling surge in creepy "upskirt" photography has lawmakers in a twist -- and the body parts of women posted all over the Internet.

Nov. 25, 2008 On a warm summer day two years ago, a 16-year-old girl put on a skirt and headed to the SuperTarget in her hometown of Tulsa, Okla. As she shopped the air-conditioned aisles, a man knelt behind her, carefully slid a camera in between her bare legs and snapped a photo of her underwear. Police arrested the 34-year-old man, but the charges were ultimately dropped on the grounds that the girl did not, as required by the state's Peeping Tom law, have "a right to a reasonable expectation of privacy," given the public location. In non-legalese: Wear a skirt in public, and you might just get a camera in the crotch.

Read the rest of the article here.

Give A Man A Camera, Part 2

2008-11-19T10:52:00.001-06:00

More moments captured while out and about...

Tattoo

2008-11-18T17:04:00.000-06:00

One of the best tattoos I've ever seen...

Funny Looking

2008-11-18T16:25:00.000-06:00

Target

2008-11-10T13:39:00.001-06:00

I have to admit that I'm liking a lot of the new marketing images Target has been using lately.

Also, some of the new styles they are selling are in tune with the trend for using leggings and hosiery that most women are following.

Anyone who's followed this blog on a regular basis knows I'll be the last person to complain about that.

Nailin' Palin

2008-10-22T10:17:00.000-05:00

Hustler magazine has put out a video which features an "enhanced" Sarah Palin look-alike doing what most guys out there imagine the ex-beauty queen does in her spare time. Below is an interview with the star of the video as well as some behind-the-scenes footage.

Upstairs Girls

2008-09-29T11:50:00.001-05:00

Other than the obvious eye candy, there are some comedic gems in these videos.

99 Words For Boobs

2008-09-26T11:47:00.000-05:00

A rather funny parody of the 80s classic.

Sexoteric

2008-09-23T17:21:00.001-05:00

Cool site about... sex!

Mad Men

2008-09-22T18:20:00.000-05:00

One big reason to watch the AMC drama...

Playmate Archive

2008-09-15T13:48:00.001-05:00

Great collection of Playboy Playmate Centerforlds from 1980 through 2005... I actually own a lot of these!

The Face of Shame

2008-09-12T10:20:00.001-05:00

Details here.

Webcam Hottie Part 278

2008-09-03T16:15:00.000-05:00

Not sure who she is or what she's selling... but I'm diggin' it.

Porn Stars, Where Are They Now?

2008-08-21T13:16:00.000-05:00

If you're curious, here's a rather well-put-together blog that answers that question.

Sex and Music: Catfish Haven's "Devastator"

2008-08-05T13:56:00.000-05:00

Came across this CD... and immediately liked the cover (for obvious reasons). Haven't listened to the album yet, but am enjoying looking at the cover...

Irrate Neighbors

2008-06-13T10:31:00.000-05:00

Seems these folks have nothing better to do...

Gay Trilogy of Terror

2008-05-15T15:11:00.001-05:00

A humorous take on acult horror classic.

Sex in Art:: Aliza Shvarts

2008-05-01T16:08:00.000-05:00

From the April 17th edition of the Yale Daily News:

For senior, abortion a medium for art, political discourse
Art major Aliza Shvarts ’08 wants to make a statement.
Beginning next Tuesday, Shvarts will be displaying her senior art project, a documentation of a nine-month process during which she artificially inseminated herself “as often as possible” while periodically taking abortifacient drugs to induce miscarriages. Her exhibition will feature video recordings of these forced miscarriages as well as preserved collections of the blood from the process.

The goal in creating the art exhibition, Shvarts said, was to spark conversation and debate on the relationship between art and the human body. But her project has already provoked more than just debate, inciting, for instance, outcry at a forum for fellow senior art majors
held last week. And when told about Shvarts’ project, students on both ends of the abortion debate have expressed shock — saying the project does everything from violate moral code to trivialize abortion.
But Shvarts insists her concept was not designed for “shock value.”

“I hope it inspires some sort of discourse,” Shvarts said. “Sure, some people will be upset with the message and will not agree with it, but it’s not the intention of the piece to scandalize anyone.”

The “fabricators,” or donors, of the sperm were not paid for their services, but Shvarts required them to periodically take tests for sexually transmitted diseases. She said she was not concerned about any medical effects the forced miscarriages may have had on her body. The abortifacient drugs she took were legal and herbal, she said, and she did not feel the need to consult a doctor about her repeated miscarriages.

Shvarts declined to specify the number of sperm donors she used, as well as the number of times she inseminated herself.

Art major Juan Castillo ’08 said that although he was intrigued by the creativity and beauty of her senior project, not everyone was as thrilled as he was by the concept and the means by which she attained the result.
“I really loved the idea of this project, but a lot other people didn’t,” Castillo said. “I think that most people were very resistant to thinking about what the project was really about. [The senior-art-project forum] stopped being a conversation on the work itself.”

You can read the rest of that article here

But, the story doesn't end there. It seems, that not everything as it appears...

From the April 24th edition of the Yale Daily News:

Official: No human blood in studio
As Aliza Shvarts ’08 remains silent about her controversial senior art project, a Yale official said that a scientific test found no traces of human blood in the Davenport College senior’s art studio, although there was no way to determine whether the project in its entirety had been examined.

The disclosure came after The New Haven Register reported Wednesday — citing an unnamed source — that Shvarts’ art project itself had been tested and came up negative for human blood. The official said that report was inaccurate.

The official spoke on the condition of anonymity because the official is not authorized to speak publicly about the test.

Reached by telephone Wednesday, Shvarts declined to comment.

The finding raises questions about whether Shvarts actually inseminated herself and induced miscarriages for her senior project, which was originally scheduled to go on display Tuesday. Shvarts had repeatedly asserted to the News that the art installation contains blood gathered from her supposed miscarriages over the last nine months — a claim the test results contradict.

In a tour of her studio last Thursday, Shvarts’ showed two News reporters video footage that she claimed would be included in the final piece. The footage showed Shvarts sitting in a shower stall for hours before moaning and bleeding into a cup. The blood, Shvarts said, was later collected and frozen.

Meanwhile, the dean of the Yale School of Art, Robert Storr, released a second statement in which he expressed frustration over Shvarts’ project and asked the public not to overlook the work of the 20 other students who have exhibits on display.

The rest of that article can be found here

But, that's not all...

From the April 30th edition of the Yale Daily News:

Breaking stalemate, Shvarts submits new senior art project
Aliza Shvarts ’08 has submitted another art piece in place of her controversial senior project that purportedly documented nine months of self-induced miscarriages, the University said this week.

The announcement — which came Monday, a week and a half after Shvarts’ initial project inspired nothing short of a national controversy — appears to provide an answer to the long-discussed question of whether the Davenport College senior’s art exhibit would ever be displayed. Last week, the University forbade Shvarts from installing it unless she admitted the piece was a work of fiction. She did not.

In the announcement, which came in a news release e-mailed to the News, University spokeswoman Helaine Klasky said Shvarts requested permission to substitute a different piece of art in place of what Klasky termed “the performance piece” she had originally planned as her senior project.

“We welcomed the solution that Aliza proposed,” Klasky said, “as were had been unable to determine with clarity whether Ms. Shvarts had in fact undertaken actions injurious to her health in carrying out her original project.”
The Director of Undergraduate Studies in the School of Art, Henk van Assen, approved her request, the statement said.

But the matter of whether it truly entailed nine months of self-inseminations and repeated miscarriages, as she claimed, or was merely performance art, as the University said, remains anyone’s guess.

Shvarts could not immediately be reached for comment Tuesday and has not spoken publicly since defending her project in an op-ed piece in the News more than a week ago.

The rest of that article can be read here.

Making Lemonade

2008-03-20T15:15:00.000-05:00

So, life recently gave me a handful of lemons in the form of a torn pair of Calvin Klein Steel Microfiber briefs (see left... and yes, that's me). The dark green pair of underwear had decided to tear along one of the seams in the front and I feared that the garbage can would be their next destination, not the clothes hamper.

However on noticing the way in which the fabric had separated it occurred to me that I could turn the pair into a more risque version of their former selves. Taking a small pair of scissors I clipped the stitches that held the other side of the front panel in place and, voila, crotchless underwear. Imagine the image to the left without the front panel and you get the idea.

So, rather than toss them out, I now have a new pair of briefs to surprise unsuspecting playmates with. Lemonade... that cool, refreshing drink...

1 in 4 Teenage Girls Have STDs

2008-03-11T18:34:00.001-05:00

Our sex education system at work:

(excerpt)
1 in 4 US Teen Girls Has STD
By LINDSEY TANNER AP Medical Writer
2:51 PM CDT, March 11, 2008

CHICAGO - At least one in four teenage American girls has a sexually transmitted disease, suggests a first-of-its-kind federal study that startled some adolescent-health experts.

Some doctors said the numbers might be a reflection of both abstinence-only sex education and teens' own sense of invulnerabilty. Because some sexually transmitted infections can cause infertility and cancer, U.S. health officials called for better screening, vaccination and prevention.

Only about half of the girls in the study acknowledged having sex. Some teens define sex as only intercourse, yet other types of intimate behavior including oral sex can spread some diseases.

Among those who admitted having sex, the rate was even more disturbing -- 40 percent had an STD.

"This is pretty shocking," said Dr. Elizabeth Alderman, an adolescent medicine specialist at Montefiore Medical Center's Children's Hospital in New York.

"To talk about abstinence is not a bad thing," but teen girls -- and boys too -- need to be informed about how to protect themselves if they do have sex, Alderman said.

Landover Baptist Church

2008-02-07T19:56:00.000-06:00

A friend had pointed me to this article about how to prevent your male baby from becoming gay. I was taken aback at how ferverent the members of the Landover Baptist Church were until I did some research and found out the site is a paraody of fundamentalist Christians.

So, take a look, have a laugh and ponder just how far off they are from the real thing...

For Your Consideration: Barebacking

2008-02-06T10:09:00.000-06:00

The fine folks at manhunt.net [NSFW] posted a recent letter from someone asking why so many young gay men are into barebacking considering the risks...

I regularly get hit up on Manhunt by guys in their 20s who want me to top them, but early in the exchange it becomes clear they want bareback sex, usually because they ask me to "breed the boy" or something like that. I’m in my 50s so I’ve watched the AIDS epidemic ravage friends and lovers and I have a hard time understanding the perspective of these hot, young, vibrant guys. The risks would be much greater for them than for me, but I decline even the limited risk to me. Do they not know, do they not care, or are the risks lower than I believe?

--Puzzled

Dear Puzzled:

If these guys took a look at what’s happening they’d say, “Did the words, ‘fuck me raw’ just come out of my mouth?’ I must be out of my mind.” The rate of HIV infection in guys under 30 has exploded. While we don’t have the latest national numbers, everyone expects them to pretty much mirror New York, where the city’s Department of Health recently released some pretty scary “stesticles”: Increase of new HIV infections in the last 6 years:

Gay men over 30: - 21%
Gay men under 30: +33%
Gay males 13-19: +85%

Here’s why it’s happening:
Drugs & Alcohol. You know that label I’ve been lobbying the liquor industry to put on every bottle? It says, “WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.” Well, I’m also lobbying for one that says, “WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think barebacking is safe when it’s not.” Fucking under the influence will lower your common sense along with your drawers. And then there are drugs like crystal meth, which make alcohol’s impact look like a fender bender against a ten-car pile-up. If you want to read a first-hand account of how meth can ruin your life, pick up Mark King’s new memoir, A Place Like This. It’s actually a funny, entertaining book, considering the subject matter.

Misplaced Optimism. People think HIV is a “manageable condition.” Right. It’s as manageable as Britney Spears.

Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell. There are too many negative guys who don’t ask and too many positive guys who don’t disclose. Silence belongs in the library, not the bedroom.

Pathetic Sex Education Programs. “Abstinence only” sex-ed programs are massive failures. They’re graduating 18 year olds who never heard that condoms protect you from HIV.

Media Apathy. When was the last time you saw a story about HIV unless it was World AIDS Day? That’s part of the reason contributions to AIDS-fighting organizations have plummeted, leaving them less able to teach people about safe sex.

Using the Wrong Spokespeople. I love Magic Johnson. But how can you look at him and think there’s anything wrong with getting infected? His message should be “HIV almost ruined my life. Wear a condom.” Instead, he’s telling people to talk to their docs and take their meds.

Put all these things together and it’s easy to see how the sexual scene can seem safer than it really is. The next time you get a barebacking request engage the guy. Don’t be preachy; be inquisitive. For instance, ask him if he can truly feel the difference between getting topped with or without a condom after the first few moments. Most can’t. Here’s the proof: Do you know how many letters I’ve gotten from guys who lose their erections because of condoms? Thousands. You know how many letters I’ve gotten from guys who lose their ability to bottom because of condoms? None. If you get these guys talking, you might get them understanding, using, and better yet, insisting on condoms.

Taking Stock

2008-02-04T15:22:00.001-06:00

To the beautiful women who, despite the adverse weather conditions, have decided to forego more sensible clothing and wear short skirts, high heels and, more importantly, hosiery... I just wanted to say, "Thank you."

Are You Foreskin Or Against It?

2008-02-01T11:16:00.000-06:00

"Spare us the cutter

Spare us the cutter"

- Echo & The Bunnymen

A friend of mine who is expecting her first child and I were discussing the pleasant topic of circumcision. She's having a boy and had been asking her girlfriends their opinions. The majority of her friends told her to have him cut. The primary reason being "it looks better." This pissed me off because it seemed that they were applying the female mentality of getting rid of or modifying anything that wasn't visually attractive. Not taking into account that, maybe, we're born like that for a reason.

Obviously, being uncut myself, I'm biased toward leaving a boys penis intact. But this isn't just due to wanting others to be like me, but more because in talking with other uncut men and more open-minded women the truth is that beauty is really in the eye of the beholder. I had an ex-girlfriend who used to say that my own intact member was like a gift she would open whenever we took part in sexual activities. She felt there was more she could so with it due to the extra bit I had. In the gay community having a foreskin seems to make one more attractive. Yes, there are gay men who are not turned on by it at all, but my experience has been that it's either due to not being uncut themselves or they met a guy who wasn't into keeping his 'skin clean. This I can totally agree with. If I go more than a day without cleaning there, it's not a very pleasant smelling place. But is that a reason to nip that small bit of skin?

When one looks at where the practice of removing that skin comes from, it's hard not to consider it nothing more than antiquated religious practice. Why God would tell us that cutting off part of our penises would be a good way to show we're on board with him is beyond me. Self-mutilation doesn't sound like something an all-loving deity would want us to practice. What's more, if you look for possible reasons for this request, one could deduce that it has something to do with desensitizing the glans and in some way, limiting one's sexuality, which is something most religions tend to do.

Lastly, the other argument used is that it's healthier. Medical opinion up until the last decade has been that circumcision prevents many diseases. The reason I say up until a decade ago is that since then, the medical community has stated that there is no compelling evidence to argue that point any more. If a man makes sure to wash and keep his foreskin clean, there's no reason to assume he won't be disease-free. One thing that I did read was that the rare cases of penile cancer have all been in people who are uncut. Now, I don't know what the total number of this type of cancer is, but it's worth noting that being uncut is a factor in this.

So, I basically outlined all these things to my friend and she said she still wasn't sure. When I asked what her husband thought she replied that since he was cut he figured his son should be as well. It's hard to argue against that since, in the end, it's a question o preference, really. They still have a couple of months to think about this, so who knows what will wind up happening.

The Rules of Engagement, Part 1

2008-01-25T11:28:00.000-06:00

In the last ten years or so, I've probably had just about every kind of sexual experience (or have come close to experiencing a few that didn't pan out) that are allowed by law. I'm not saying that there isn't anything left to try (ask me about the one where it's me and a roomful of older top guys) but when one considers the average person (Midwesterner, for the sake of argument), I think my experiences put me way above the national average. Maybe not for frequency of experiences, but rather variety.
One would think, that during the course of these years I'd learn a thing or two about sexual relations. Not just in what happens when the clothes come off (or most of them, anyway), but also what gets people to let you take those clothes off in the first place. So, for the sake of sharing my limited wisdom with those less fortunate (yes, that is sarcasm) and fulfilling my self-imposed quota of a blog entry a week, here's some of what I've gleaned:

- Men, by far, have much higher sex drives than women. Yes, this is a general statement, and yes, there are exceptions to the rule (see fourth entry below). However, as Camille Paglia pointed out in the introduction to Sexual Personae, studies have shown that any relationship that has a man in it will wind up having more sex than those that don't.

- Gay men are more in tune with what they like sexually than anyone else. Or, at least, they have an easier time talking about it. I've had much racier chats and conversations with gay men than with with lesbian women or straight men curious about trying things out with another guy. I think the close second in the "I know what I like and how I want it" category are bisexual women. Although transexuals (usually male to female) also tend to have no qualms about voicing their desires. Which brings me to my next point...

- Transexuals (m to f) are truly the best of both worlds. I had watched a documentary on HBO a few weeks back that looked into how different cultures handle transexuality. One thing that caught my attention was an interview with a british man who had divorced his wife, left his kids, job, friends, the dog, etc., so he could move to Thailand to be with a ladyboy [NSFW] he had met online. When asked why he was attracted to his transexual partner he replied that not only was she beautiful, but due to still having her male parts she wanted sex all the time, unlike a woman. I can agree with this as the TSs I've been with (with the exception of one) have all had sex drives that would put a biological woman to shame. One in particular, of asian heritage, who was a top seemed to want it 24 hours a day. It was this contrast that I found attractive: Thin frame with a demure way about her coupled with a truly perverted mind that had no qualms about letting me know when she was "in heat". I'm sure the hormone treatments have something to do with it, but whatever the case may be, I'm certainly not complaining.

- Women do hit their sexual peak in their mid to late 30s. For those of you reading who are female and in your 20s, I just want to say, "If you think it's bad now..." I'm starting to believe that the real reason that women want to be married (if they do at all) by the time they're thirty is not due to their biological clocks telling them their babymaking days are coming to an end. Rather it's those same clocks warning them that their libidos are about to go into overdrive. Considering the overall opinion (not shared by me, mind you) that a woman who is just looking for sex is someone who should be considered less than others, it's understandable that they would want one partner to release said increase in sex drive onto, into, over, etc. Otherwise, they face a fair amount of judgemental comments and "empty" relationships. If you find yourself in your 30s, without a partner and in need of someone to relieve the pressure with, please feel free to contact me.

- Set the rules upfront. When it comes to casual (sex) relationships, one thing that will help avoid awkward moments and unnecessary drama is laying down what the rules of engagement are right off the bat. If the two (or three, or four, or twenty) of you have decided that there is some chemistry going on, let each other know what limits (if any) there are, what you're willing to try, what is no-man's land and, more importantly, what is allowed outside the bedroom (or garage, or kitchen, etc.). By this I mean, how do you contact each other (online chats, e-mail, cel phone, smoke signals, etc.), when are you normally available, who is hosting and who is providing what (condoms, lube, Gatorade, handcuffs, etc.), what topics are off limits (if you're involved with someone else, is this person fair game as a topic of conversation, for example) and what is the accepted behaviour should you run into each other in a non-sexual situation (you're walking down the street with your friends and suddenly that gorgeous, well-hung African-American man who showed you the pleasures of anal sex is walking in your direction... do you say "hi"?). It may seem to some of you that setting all these rules up ahead of time kinda kills the spontaneity of things, but from my experience there is still plenty of room to be creative within the boundaries you set up from the get-go. If anything it will help you avoid those moments that may actually kill the mood ("I thought you were bringing the condoms!").

There are more nuggets of information I can share, but I figure if I stretch them out over a few postings, I'll have more opportunities to post things. If there are any helpful bits of knowledge you've learned over the course of your sexual exploits, let me know what they are, I'd be happy to post them here.

Audio Self-Lovin'

2008-01-17T18:10:00.001-06:00

Here are a few recommendations for music that's good for putting people in a more relaxed, maybe even receptive mood:

- (almost) Anything by Vangelis. Other than his very early work (which is more prog-rock than anything else) and a couple of albums in the late 80s (The City, for example) his work is very soothing and some times even arousing. His soundtrack to Ridley Scott's Blade Runner is soaked in futuristic sensuality. The "Love Theme" alone from that movie is enough to get things going. Recommendations: Themes, Blade Runner Trilogy 25th Anniversary.

- Massive Attack. The british trip-hop act has been providing brooding cool for more than fifteen years. Tracks such as Unfinished Sympathy and Protection lean more on the longing side while tracks like Karmacoma give glimpses of darkness that might scare some (especially the video). Recommendations: Blue Lines, Protection.

- William Orbit. Under his various guises, Mr. Orbit's managed to produce a large body of work that many people aren't aware of. His Strange Cargo albums are essential listening for those that love electronic music while his Torch Song project is a collection of lush soundscapes. His work on Madonna's Ray of Light is choice stuff. Beth Orton lends vocals on many of his tracks. Recommendations: The Very Best of Strange Cargo, Toward The Unknown Region.

- Erasure's "Dreamlike State". The "24hr Technicolor Mix" was featured as a b-side to their "Star" single. The song's lyrics are about that moment between night and daybreak when one is enjoying the company of who they shared that evening with. Recommendations: "Star" Maxi Single.

- Nouvelle Vague. This French producer-duo's two albums are a collection of 80s covers reworked as cabaret numbers with various young chanteuse's delivering sensual interpretations of the new wave classics. Recommendations: Nouvelle Vague, Bande Apart.

Wonder Woman

2008-01-17T14:31:00.000-06:00

I was recently discussing the possibility of a Justice League movie with a friend when the topic of Wonder Woman came up. We both remisced about our childhood infatuations with the television version and wondered how the new film version would compare.

A few days later, during some down time (read: When I was too sick to do anything else) I looked up Wonder Woman's entry on Wikipedia and was rather surprised at the amount of sex-related topics that were associated with not just the character but her creator.

It seems that the character itself is based on not only William Moulton Marston's wife (who he deemed the ideal woman) but also on another woman who was living with them as part of a polygamous/polyamorous relationship.

What's more, the basis for Wonder Woman's powers and equipment reflected Marston's view of women as superior to men and how they tended to be more truthful than men. Incidentally, Marston invented the polygraph. Get it? The Golden Lasso that WW used was an analogy for the polygraph he invented.

In looking more into the persona of Wonder Woman, how she was portrayed in the early comics and the cultural impact it had, the one thing that definitely jumps out is bondage. Specifically, that which involves tying people up. Obviously, WW uses her lasso to tie up bad guys and not only get them to reveal the truth, but also rehabilitate them. In many issues of the comic, WW was depicted as helplessly tied up by her foes which I'm sure was someone's way of showing a strong woman being controlled by others. Yet, she always triumphed, but I guess it's not the destination that's important rather, the trip there. I suppose that is part of WW's appeal: A strong, intelligent woman who people secretly wish they could control or are happy being controlled by.

I've met people online who have a thing for dressing up in superhero-based costumes and acting out scenarios where they are either being controlled by or controlling other people who share their affinity for tight, shiny spandex. In asking them what the thrill is, many answer that it's the feeling of submitting to someone else that is part of it, the other being the shift in that power, gaining control and eventually having the other person submit. Wonder Woman is one character that a lot of women who take part in this form of role play look to for inspiration mostly because they feel empowered by her and what she stands for.

Homosexuality in The Animal Kingdom

2008-01-11T19:13:00.000-06:00

Over the break I had read and interesting article about homosexual behaviour in animals. One part in particular caught my eye: Two male lions in coitus. There was something rather erotic about these members of a species that is seen as very masculine engaging in such behaviour. (Yes, I know, what defines "masculine"... but I can't think of a better way to describe the dichotomy in the image of one male lion mounting another.) I haven't been able to find the article online, but when I do so I'll post them here.

In discussing this article with a friend, he pointed me to this article expanding on the subject.

City of Angels

2007-12-10T14:16:00.000-06:00

I was recently in Los Angeles on business. Nothing spectacular, just a few days of meetings and very little free time to explore the city and it's residents. I had never been to L.A. before and considering what friends had told me about the prevalent superficiality there, I expected to be bombarded by fake breasts, bulging biceps and tanlines.

I was rather disappointed.

As one co-worker who had travelled with me noted after the first day we had been there: "I haven't seen a single L.A. woman yet. " Truth be told, we didn't spend any time in Beverly Hills or Hollywood, so my guess is that's why we weren't presented with bleach blonde bombshells walking tiny rodents. Despite this there were certain moments where I glimpsed what I would assume is the less reserved outlook on the human form. I didn't have a camera with me so had to make do with my cel phone.

Ironically, the first piece of eye candy I spotted was at the El stop I was waiting at to take the train to the airport (at left). She was a stewardess (or is it flight attendant nowadays?) wearing a nice pair of schoolteacher heels and dark blue pantyhose (which made me think she worked for American Airlines). Her blonde hair was spilling from under a knitted cap. She stood at about 5'10" with the heels and she nervously clicked her heels and paced around her suitcase. Once we arrived at the airport she also made her way to the American terminal and then we parted ways... only to see each other at one of the gates.

Once at L.A. there were a few women who caught my eye, but like I said, the pickings seemed to be slim. I was, however, taken with the amount of Hispanics in the city. Coming from a city where there is a large Hispanic population, it was amazing how many more there were in L.A..

The second and third nights I was there, our work commitments ran long and by the time we were done, there wasn't much to do but head back the hotel. Once there I cruised the usual sites that I frequent whenever I'm in need and while making some acquaintences online, nothing came to fruition. There were a couple of guys (one an older, rather well-endowed top, the other a rather well-endowed versatile guy my age) who showed a lot of interest but in the end flaked out.

While walking through one of the malls nearby, I came across a store that I wish existed here in Chicago (see pic at the beginning of the post). It specialized in novelty hosiery and I was rather impressed with their selection (see to the above and below). I was half tempted to purchase a few pieces should I later meet someone who would be interested in wearing them for me, but decided against it. Maybe work will send me back and I can have another chance at buying something.

In any case, an uneventful trip. We'll see how the next one goes.

Lack of Clothing at The Gap

2007-11-19T19:13:00.000-06:00

Last year I had posted an entry about Gap's great taste in clothing. This weekend as I was perusing some possible gifts I came across an image of a rather young lady wearing what seemed to be nothing more than a hooded sweater and some matching knee-high socks (left).

I was mesmerized.

It seemed to me that this was a bit of a step for Gap's more conservative advertising, especially since the young lady in the image seemed a bit... young. I'm assuming she's an actress or some sort of celebrity (if you can identify her, please let me know) since the subject matter in recent ad campaigns seems to be featuring celebrities.

In any case, I apploud Gap for choosing to run with this image. Not only is it an engaging image, but one that seems to push the boundaries of their established norms. Hopefully this is a taste of things to come.

Porn Stars: Before and After

2007-11-12T19:20:00.001-06:00

Porn stars have always had an allure to me. Their on-camera personas creating curiousity about what their "normal" lives are like. Granted some actresses have gone mainstream enough where you know who their dating or what talk shows they've been on, but even then I think the person you see in those "set up" snippets are still some vestige of the on-screen version of that person.

HBO has been airing "documentaries" about the porn industry for some years now, but the one that has stood out to me the most was the behind-the-scenes look at the making of Timothy Greenfield-Sanders' large format book of porn star portraits both clothed and nude (see examples above and below).

Being a visual person and more importantly a faithful desciple of the idea that images are equal to many thousands of words, I found the segment and the book itself a fountain of insight into the sex-based industry. Seeing actresses such as Tera Patrick (below) in both their everyday wear and their work uniforms not only made them more human, but at the same time pointed out how much of porn is fake, scripted, and pre-produced rather than being the poorly executed, spur of the moment encounters they'd have us believe they are.

And yet this is what we crave when we watch porn, isn't it? The fantasy? That which might, by some slim chance in this universe, happen if we're at the right place at the right time? Isn't that the allure of strip clubs? The remote possibility that the gorgeous woman dancing for you might actually take a fancy to you despite the fact that she's only there because you've just paid her $20? If it is, so be it. I'd rather be in the company of a beautiful naked woman even if nothing more than a dance is going to happen or live the fantasy in my mind as I sit, cock in hand watching some nubile starlet play out someone else's fantasy.

Bum Awards

2007-11-02T17:07:00.000-05:00

Yet another reason the Europeans do things better than we do...

Sheena Easton's "Strut"

2007-10-17T11:01:00.000-05:00

I was listening to some 80s radio the other day and Sheena Easton's "Strut" came on. I had never really bothered to listen to the lyrics other than the chorus and it struck me that the song had some kinky overtones to it. So, for those of you who have never paid much attention to the song, here are the lyrics:

He said, baby, what's wrong with you
Why don't you use your imagination
(Oh-no, oh-no)
Nations go to war
Over women like you
It's just a form of appreciation

Come on over here
Lay your clothes on the chair
Now let the lace fall across your shoulder
(Oh-no, oh-no)
Standing in the half light
You're almost like her
So take it slow like your daddy told you

Strut, pout, put it out
That's what you want from women
Come on baby, what'cha taking me for
Strut, pout, cut it out
All taking and no giving
Watch me baby, while I walk out the door

I said, honey, I don't like this game
You make me feel like a girl for hire
(Oh-no, oh-no)
All this fascination with leather and lace
Is just the smoke from another fire

He said, honey, don't stop a speeding train
Before it reaches its destination
(Oh-no, oh-no)
Lie down here beside me
Oh, have some fun too
Don't turn away from your true vocation

Strut, pout, put it out
That's what you want from women
Come on baby, what'cha taking me for
Strut, pout, cut it out
All taking and no giving
Watch me baby, while I walk out the door

I won't be your baby doll, be your baby doll
I won't be your baby doll, be your baby doll

Strut, pout, put it out
That's what you want from women
Come on baby, what'cha taking me for
Strut, pout, cut it out
All taking and no giving
Watch me baby, while I walk out the door

(repeat twice)

Crazy Japanese Game Show

2007-10-10T10:09:00.001-05:00

Tub full of hot water. Very cute Japanese woman wearing next to nothing. Half naked Japanese guy goes into tub of water. Your guess is as good as mine.

Another Like-minded Individual

2007-10-03T19:06:00.000-05:00

Eden Royce, an online friend who shares my affinity for the erotic, recently had her first piece published online. We have swapped works-in-progress in the past and it's great to finally see one of her finished pieces make it out into the World.
So, head on over to the Oysters and Chocolate web site and check her words out. Not for the timid...!

Yet Another View Of The World

2007-09-24T16:45:00.001-05:00

Came across this interesting blog in portuguese. Not sure what it's about (as I don't speak portuguese) other than good, interesting photography. My guess is it's Brazilian, since they don't seem to run from nudity like as much as the rest of the World does.

Give A Man A Camera...

2007-09-21T19:12:00.001-05:00

I've been thinking about purchasing a digital camera. I currently have one, but it's got less than 3 megapixels and the overall quality of the images it takes it pretty piss poor. I'm debating on whether to buy a smaller one or go all out and obtain a high resolution SLR that will set me back a few hundred dollars, but will take amazing images.

Other than pursuing less audacious images, one of the driving factor for the want of a new digital camera is the possibility of doing just the opposite: More risque photography. I've taken pics of myself wearing less than is permissible in public [NSFW] and even some with a few of the people I've shared a state of undress with (as some of you have already seen). I have often wanted to take more serious nudes of others (by these I mean, not taken during aforementioned playtimes, rather actually setting up a shot, lighting, composition, etc.) but have felt that doing so with a dinky, palm-sized camera would prevent my subjects from taking my photographic endevours seriously. At the same time, having one of those ultraportable, whip it out whenever the impulse hits you kind of cameras would be ideal for taking shots while caught in the middle of a heated tryst with someone else.

Decisions, decisions.

One thing I have been doing lately with a camera that has only one megapixel (read: Cel phone) is capturing candid moments of attractive people I've seen walking down the street (see above, to the left and below). So far these have been one-offs of rather attractive women who are on there way to God knows where, but in the meantime giving those around them a nice taco de ojo to feast on. This is by no means stalking as I'm not purposefully walking after these people waiting for the right moment to strike. Rather, if someone happens to walk by I take my phone out and quickly snap a picture. As I mentioned, the quality is less than great, but I've been lucky enough to catch these beautiful women in some light good enough to translate a fraction of their beauty to the digital realm. Imagine what I could do with a camera that not only had more than seven megapixels, but could also steady the image!

So, for the time being, I'll stick to my cel phone and crappy digital camera. I'll post whatever interesting images I take on here as well as on my deviantart.com page.

Stay tuned.

Suggestive Drawings

2007-09-19T18:25:00.001-05:00

Keep an open mind...

Webcam Hottie part 247

2007-09-12T11:16:00.001-05:00

Thunder Thighs

2007-08-29T10:34:00.000-05:00

Imagine what she could do to your waist...

Female Dictionary

2007-08-20T15:05:00.001-05:00

A rather attractive young lady clues us in on what women mean when they say "5 minutes"...

Sex and Graphic Design: Logos

2007-08-16T11:25:00.001-05:00

Here are some logos that may have a little more to them than just a corporate identity.

Mad Men: Sex and Advertising in the 60s

2007-07-27T11:14:00.001-05:00

I've been watching the new AMC series Mad Men and I've been pretty impressed so far with the writing, direction, art direction and cast. The premise of the series, a look at 1960s Madison Avenue advertising execs and the women who surround them, while a topic that has been touched on before gets a much more serious and sexy treatment this time around.

While the male part of the cast is composed of squarejawed veteran execs and more roundfaced up and coming junior-level employees what struck me most was how most of the women in the show fit the 60s vision of womanhood: Curvy, every hair where it was supposed to be, slight makeup and shoes that gave them at least another two inched of height. Even one of theveteran secretaries, Joan (portrayed by the very attractive Chirstina Hendricks) seems to be wearing a girdle at one point.

The 60s were the Golden Age of advertising and one facet of this was the knowledge that everyone in advertising was getting it on with everyone else. The show tells us that it was par for the course for a secretary to get involved with her boss. Moreso, it also depicts ad execs as either married men with mistresses or sex-hungry ex-frat boys looking to sitck their dicks in anything with a pussy. While this is obviously exaggeration for the sake of drama, I would like to think that there is some truth to it all.

The show is littered with reference to actual events that transpired in the advertising world, pulling in actual brands such as Lucky Strike cigarettes to make it's point. It also makes referrance to not only gender roles, but also then current moods towards variaying races, classes and sexual preferences. It's this attention to detail that is winning me over. I just hope that they keep it up as, so far, this series looks to be a very interesting ride.

My Favorite Girls: Amanda Donohoe

2007-06-29T10:15:00.000-05:00

Back in the 80s, when I was still too young to get my recently pubescent hands on porn or figure out a way to unscramble the cable box so I could watch the adult channels I had to resort to lesser forms of stimulating media. During the summer, when I'd be home alone, my parents would leave me the membership card to the local video rental place (this was before Blockbuster invaded my neighborhood) as a way to keep me from doing things that might get me in trouble. The thing was, that I soon discovered that some R-rated movies had not only good sex scenes in them, but a pretty decent story to fill in the time between those scenes. Looking back some of these movies I still find more entertaining if not arousing than most porn nowadays.

One of these movies was Lair of The White Worm, which starred some brit named Hugh Grant and one of the few women who I think actually earned the title of "vamp", Amanda Donohoe. The storyline is pretty tongue-in-cheek: Well-to-do Grant comes home to find out there's some weird happenings going on surrounding some uneathered skull and an old cult that used to worship a rather large white worm. Donohoe is one of those cult members who uses her copious sexuality to lure unsuspecting victims to her home where she then bites them so as to mind control them and get what she wants: A sacrificial lamb for said white worm. In this case, the lamb was 80s honey Catherine Oxenberg. The film is directed by Ken Russell, and if you've seen any of his movies you know how over-the-top some of his visuals can get. Lair is no exception with a couple of surrealist moments involving crucified nuns and randy stewardesses.

While this movie was good wanking material (especially the scene of a leather-clad Donohoe entertaining a male teen in a large bubble bath) it introduced me to the excuberant sexuality that Ms. Donohoe exuded. Moreso, while the film was very campy, she still managed to come off as someone inherently erotic. A couple of years after watching Lair for the first time I found out that Ms. Donohoe would be joining the cast of the then struggling L.A. Law as... {gasp} a lesbian lawyer. She further intrigued me.

After the 80s, I rarely saw or heard anything concerning Ms. Donohoe, until one late evening a few years ago, while watching cable, I came across Castaway. No, not the Tom Hanks movie, but a brit film released a year before Lair. It starred Oliver Reed as a middle-aged man who decides to live on a desserted island for a year and posts an ad for a female companion to take along with him. Guess who the female companion was? No, not Tom Hanks. It was a blonde Amanda Donohoe, who, during most of the movie was barely clothed. She had now solidified her place in the pantheon of cinema vixens.

I'm not going to lie by saying that I'm a fan of Ms. Donohoe due to her acting (which is actually very good) but that I am due to the fact that she seems at ease when portraying sexually free women. There are other movies in her repertoire that have her playing more liberated women, but one role that she played that has always struck me as arousing is that of Jim Carrey's boss in Liar Liar. Here she plays a woman in a powerful position and there's no removal of clothing involved and yet, there's no denying the underlying sensuality. Maybe it's the accent or the well-crafted eyebrows... or the power suits she wear. Or maybe it's just knowing that given a chance, she'd have no problems removing her clothing without removing her self-esteem or respect.

I recently found out that Ms. Donohoe is an atheist and feminist, which when you take into account her role in Lair, makes some sort of sense. When remarking on her role in Lair, this is what she said: "I'm an atheist, so it was actually a joy. Spitting on Christ was a great deal of fun. I can't embrace a male god who has persecuted female sexuality throughout the ages. And that persecution still goes on today all over the world." Beautiful and intelligent... I'm hooked.

The Women of Futbol

2007-06-12T13:29:00.001-05:00

Cheerleaders and sports.

The two kinda go hand in hand... well, unless you're the Chicago Bears. In any case, being from the U.S., it sometimes slips our minds that other sports besides football and basketball have cheerleaders. More importantly, it slips our collective mind that other countries also partake in this sexually-motivated/motivating tradition.

So, in the interest of bringing you the sexual best from around the World, here are some images of young ladies who get the crowds going at futbol (soccer, for the U.S.-centric) games around the World.

Another View of The World

2007-06-04T20:09:00.000-05:00

Came across this blog on what appears to be erotic art. Great images and insights. Enjoy... I know I am!

Bikni Racing

2007-05-30T11:19:00.000-05:00

Kinda not sure what to make of this... so I'll let you decide.

My Favorite Girls

2007-02-08T16:35:00.000-06:00

Considering the previous post on one of my crushes, I figured I'd start documenting these said crushes... For posterity, you know. So, without further ado I present to you...

My Favorite Girls: Sarah Silverman

The first entry in this collection is actually a very recent addition. I was flippin' through the latest issue of GQ when I came across a two-page spread featuring comic Sarah Silverman (eyes up). Up until seeing that image, I would not have thought about adding Ms. Silverman to the list. But truth be told, the dress, the jet black hair,... those legs! I was floored.

It got me to thinking that I might have to rethink my standards for admission to the My Favorite Girls (MFG from now on) List. So, I looked back to my previous "encounters" with Ms. Silverman and realized they were barely enough to count on one hand. The first time I saw her was a guest comic on Real Time with Bill Maher. While she had some moments, I didn't find her material all that impressive. The second time I saw her in action was as Jack Black's roommate's girlfriend in School of Rock. See? I'm not the only one that didn't realize that was her. At that point I remembered thinking she was a pretty good actress, she got me to hate her character despite being rather cute. Lastly, the other time I saw her was as a guest on some nightly newscast and I don't remember much about it other than the impression that the woman knew what she was talking about.

There were some one-offs in Entertainment Weekly and such that further reinforced the fact that not only was she a good comic but a well-read one as well. Which brings me back to the GQ photograph. Prior to this she was a funny, intelligent, well-read women who seemed to be getting a successful career underway. Throw in an sexually-laced image and you get the sexy geek the rest of us geeks have always dreamed about. Any woman who can look great in a slinky undergarment, fishnets and a trenchcoat while at the same time looking cute as a button while giving her stand-up act gets the thumbs up in my book. It's not all about the great body, gentlemen, it's about a great, nimble mind as well.

R.I.P. Anna Nicole Smith

2007-02-08T14:58:00.000-06:00

I had a crush on Vicky Lynn Hogan the first time I saw her as the cover model on the March 1992 issue of Playboy. Back then she didn't go by the name she would be more famous for, Anna Nicole Smith, a name she would assume once she gained fame as the Guess? Jeans model du jour. As her career blossomed things seemed to go well for Ms. Smith: Playmate of the Year, walk-0n appearances on various movies, etc.

But as she began to fade from the public eye, it seemed that she started down a path that would eventually lead her to become the brunt of many jokes and essentially no longer a glamourous model but a publicity-needy freak.

After the much media-covered legal battle to secure her dead husband's fortune and her brief stint as the focus of a VH-1 reality TV show, Anna Nicole began what appeared to be somewhat of a comeback, headlined by her dramatic weight loss due to a product she was endorsing. But this return to fame was short-lived as she lost her son late last year after giving birth to a daughter, then became part of a lawsuit against the aforementioned weight-loss product.

Her rollercoaster career came to an end today as she passed away suddenly after collapsing in her hotel room.

As anyone who knows me knows, I like my women with curves. In an era when models such as Kate Moss were becoming chic, Anna Nicole Smith was a welcomed alternative to the waifs that were dominating fashion magazines and advertisements worldwide. Granted that her bosom was not entirely her own, but even looking at photos of her pre-enhancement one can see that the rest of her had more than plenty of curves to go around.

When Guess? Jeans selected her as the new face of the clothing label's adverts, it was clear that what people gravitated towards were her classic looks: Voluptious hips, tall frame and what seemed to be an endless amount of golden curls cascading around her broad shoulders. While she was touted as the next Marilyn Monroe, to me the more accurate semblance would be to that of Jane Mansfield.

By the time the 90s were over and it seemed Ms. Smith was nothing more than a flash in the pan, I had moved on to other crushes, but I still find her stint as the Guess? Blonde Bombshell to be a favorite time in my sexual history.

Yoko Matsugane

2007-02-07T13:20:00.000-06:00

I Like My Underwear Models... Furry.

2007-01-25T17:36:00.000-06:00

There is some serious porn potential here...