Saturday, September 13, 2014

Inbox (69)

I write this post with my inbox open in the background with 69 unread messages.  What this has to do with my post, absolutely nothing, but I thought it was interesting.

I actually have quite a bit to write about, unfortunately nothing involves sex or at least my having sex.

Spent the last week in New Orleans.  It was my first time to the Big Easy and I have to admit, what an incredible city.

Having arrived on a Sunday, I thought that it would be a quite night where I could sit and have dinner and enjoy some of the historic sites.  It started as such, but ended with many glasses of whiskey and me talking to the ladies of a bachelorette party.  That was only the beginning.

By Thursday night, a night that I did not spend in a drunken stupor and retired to the hotel early, (1 am), I was shaking and my heart was pounding in my chest from the lack of alcohol.

I am glad to be back in my hometown and my liver thanks me too.  Funny thing is that I was there for a work conference.  Going to the conference hung over was tough until one of the organizers admitted to be so hungover during one of our more important meetings.  It was definitely a relief to see everyone in the same position.

I went with the intent of enjoying good food, music and people, and ended up drinking more than I ate.

Again, what an incredible city.

There are a lot of other things going on in my life that warrant some good posts, but I have learned that I tend not to read a long post and would rather break them into shorter posts.

I plan on writing them and setting up a time to publish them so they come out in sequence, giving people time to read and respond if they care to.

If you have never been to New Orleans, I highly, highly recommend it... just remember to give your liver a break at some point.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Hacked Celebrities - Victim Blaming

The aftermath of the celebrity hacking scandal is evident on many of the news sites in the comments from the people reading the news.

The overwhelming majority of people seem to think that the fault lies with the celebrities for taking naked pictures of themselves and assuming they are safe when they are on their own personal cell phone or in their own personal cloud account.

How is that logic even reasonable.  So let's just say that I decide at some point that I am in a loving relationship with someone that I trust and we decide to send each other provocative pictures, or even go so far as take pictures while we are involved in an intimate act.  We have taken these pictures with a mutual trust that they will stay between us and not be shared.

With the immediate backup of my phone to the internet those pictures end up on some website that only I know the password to and we can access together later.  If someone steals those pictures off of that site and posts them without either of our permissions that is technically theft and is a violation of our privacy.  This is the argument that I have seen from the celebrities that are victims of this hack.

And I agree 100%.

Did you know that celebrities are just like us.  They get naked and have sex and maybe make some bad choices but like all of us that write on these blogs we like somethings to remain private.

I have naked pictures of my wife, and had pictures of an old girlfriend and actually have some of the people that I have met on this site, and I would never post any of these without permission from the people in the pictures.

Where does it say that as a celebrity they give up their right of privacy?  And I am not saying that on the street they can't be photographed or if they go without panties they can't complain when a picture of them exiting a car goes viral.

What I am talking about is private pictures that people share with someone they trust.

Yes American has to open up a bit more about sexuality as I have seen some comments indicating.  But this culture of victim blaming and slut shaming has to stop.

Kate Upton and Jennifer Lawrence and the myriad of other celebrities caught up in this scandal are not sluts, they are not stupid or at fault for not knowing the consequences of technology.  They merely took some intimate pictures of themselves that were meant for only a few eyes.

Please let us stop blaming the victims.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Low Libido

Sex was going well for a little while.  We were planning on doing it quite often and trying to find times that we would be alone.

Twice in the same week, that was a good thing and then she got a UTI.  So of course we had to slow it down again.

We talked about other things and even talked about if we did it often enough maybe she would not be prone to the UTI.  She also has staph infections that she gets in the panty area.   Now I don't mind those issues but she does not let me touch her when that happens.

So back to the waiting game.  Although we both knew that things would pick back up when things cleared up and I was already patient, what is a few more days.

Then something changed.  My mind went from constantly thinking about sex to thinking about it maybe once a day to maybe once every few days to almost nothing at all.

I did not realize it at the time, I just figured things were a bit stressed at both work and home and I decided it was not anything to really worry about.

During a typically work week, I usually masturbate a couple mornings after my wife goes off to work and on the weekends it usually works out to right before I go to bed and right when I wake up the next day.

I like to wake up early and go out to watch porn on my laptop then masturbate while laying on the couch.

Recently that has changed.  I have not really been masturbating at all, and as far as trying to initiate sex with my wife, I have taken a slower approach.

I started thinking maybe my libido has slowed.  I went from checking some of my porn feeds on my phone every few hours to not at all.

Strange for me since I usually get hard when the wind blows differently.

I think a lot of it has to do with my job and the stress of work and home life.

When I really started thinking about it I thought maybe I should watch some porn or do something to see how it makes me feel.  Maybe it is a medical issue and not just a mental one.

But alas, this weekend when I was alone with my wife and she was dressed in her pajamas I started to caress her body and realized it was all mental and now I am back.

Just writing this blog post is making me hard.... so I guess my libido needed a vacation too.

Glad that it is not something medical.  With my wife all cleared up and ready to go, maybe I will have a sexy post later this week.  We shall see.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

My Submissive Wife

My sex life is extremely vanilla as you have read on here.  More often than not it is non-existence but when we do have sex it is missionary, or me on my side and her on her back.  We occasionally change it up like last week and I put her legs over my shoulders and we fuck hard.  But it is still always vanilla.

When talking about it I explain my desires to explore more non-traditional sex.  I want to explore bondage and restraints and would love to get slightly more into pain and withholding pleasure from the other partner.

During one of these conversations she told me her dreams.

She dreams about being fucked roughly by strangers.  Being held down and taken, not against her will but restrained to where she can not resist.

In her dreams she explained that it is never with me, but always someone else.  Someone she has never met before and can not really make out the face.

She told me she was embarrassed by it and that I should not take it the wrong way.  Take it the wrong way, ha, I am turned on by it.

Stranger fantasies are on my list of things I want to try.  Not necessarily bringing someone else into the bedroom but acting out a little scene with her meeting me in a bar acting like we do not know each other then going back to our place or even a motel and fucking like we just met.

I suggested and she said it would be fun to try.

The idea of restraints is new for me too, I never thought she would want to be held down.  With her sex seems more of a chore, something that she does to please me.  Something that she does not like very much.

We are trying to change that.  And now I realize that my wife may be a submissive.

It definitely turns me on to think about having her tied up or even the idea of pretending to not know each other.

Maybe I would even be comfortable bringing someone else into the bedroom at some point.  Someone that could fulfill both our fantasizes.

It is amazing for me to consider all this, and maybe a bit too good to be true.  Hopefully I can pique her interest in these things again and we can explore all this together.

It is definitely a turn on for me and hopefully it will be for her.  I know she tells me she wakes up wet after having these dreams, so that is a good sign.

Friday, July 11, 2014

A Night In

The decision had been made a few days prior, it just so happened to work out that our daughter was over a friends house at the time.

We sat together on the couch, her legs over mine me caressing her thighs.

My thoughts wandered to what was in store for the evening and I thought we should turn off the tv and retire to the bedroom.  She had different thoughts and asked me to brush her hair.  I accepted her proposition and we sat with her at my feet and me brushing her long blond hair.

Time seemed to stop right about then.  I stroked her hair and tuned everything else out from the day.  With my daughter off at a friends there were no interruptions.  My cock was already hard and I thought about taking her right there in the living room.  But the moment was perfect and I wanted to wait until we were comfortable in bed.

We finished up the show with her next to me and me rubbing her back.  She loves the way that I tickle her skin, slowing moving my hand back and forth just barely touching her.

I got up and began turning off all the lights as she went into the bedroom to get ready for bed.

I was first in bed and when she joined me the anticipation was amazing.  My heart thudded in my chest as I reached down to touch her thigh.  It was then that I realized she had no panties on.

My hands caressed her skin moving around to her ass and finding the wetness of her pussy.  I laughed and told her that she was amazing.

I quickly found her clit and began rotating my fingers.  Slowly at first and then picking up the pace just as I know she likes it.  Her body got tense and she started to moan, loudly since there was no one else in the apartment aside from the dogs staring up at us wondering what all the noise was from.

She gripped my hand hard as I pushed my fingers into her and she let out a long hard moan and called out 'don't stop.'  I didn't and just went faster.  Her body lifted off the bed as she came and I continued to rub my fingers on her clit.

Twice she said, I replied you came twice and she said yes.

She wanted me inside her at this point so I put my cock at her opening and rubbed it up and down.  She was already wet but the sensation for me was amazing.  I was on my side at this point and she was on her back with one leg over me.  I pushed a bit forward and entered her.  She moaned again.  I withdrew a bit and pushed back into her a bit further this time.

Slowly I entered her fully and stopped to enjoy the warmth of our bodies together.  My thrusting at this point was long and deep but I wanted to last.  In this position I do not come too quickly and she seems to enjoy it.  We stayed that way for several minutes, me thrusting slowly into her.

I wanted to feel more so I moved around on top of her, missionary style.  My pace quickened but I slowed down feeling close to a release.  Grabbing her thighs I placed them on my shoulders and pushed hard into her.  She called out 'Yes!' and I smiled.

My fingers went to her clit again but she stopped me and told me she did not want to get too sore, since she wanted to do this again in a few days.

I pulled them away and pulled my cock out fully and rubbed again at her opening.  My mind was thinking about the perfect moment we were having and I wanted it to last a long time.  We came together for this from some dark places and I felt more connected with her then I have in years.

Staring at her face I pushed once again back into her and began to pick up my pace.  Harder, faster with my hands above her head and her legs resting on my shoulder.  With one long hard push I felt my cock explode inside her.  It was more intense than I could remember and I felt my cock pulse.  We sat there for a few seconds with me still inside her and I told her that I loved her.




Thursday, July 3, 2014

Cock Shot

Many women have seen my cock.  Not just the girlfriends that I have had sex with or been intimate with, but others too.

There was a time in college that I would get naked and run around the neighborhood, of course no one at the time had cell phones so we never had to worry about being exposed on the internet.

My cock is not large by any means but it is not small either.  I guess I can say that I am bigger than most, and have been told by girlfriends that I have a good size cock.  Of course like many men I like the looks of my cock.  It is nice looking and especially since I started grooming on a regular basis it looks much better.

When I started the blog a few years back now I had never actually taken any naked pictures of myself.  Sure I had the picture of my cock inside my girlfriend and her giving me a blowjob but never any self shots.  I just was not that into my body.  I have always been athletic and have always had a nice looking body but I never felt the need to show it off.

Since I began participating in half-naked thursday (HNT) now somewhat defunct, I posted more and more of my body and began looking at myself in a different way.

It empowered me to post a picture of myself as I was getting back into shape and have women compliment me.  Most of these women I had already seen pictures of them and as good as they looked I was amazed that they saw me as sexy.

It was not too long that I started chatting with a few of them and so began the inevitable sharing of the cock shot.  Of course I would never send anyone an unsolicited cock shot.  I am not one of those desperate people with a huge ego or at least want their ego stroked all the time.

Do not get me wrong I liked all the responses I received.

Most recently I sent a shot to a new friend and she told me she shared it with her friend.

And then the daughter of her friend found it on her mom's phone and she proceeded to tell me about it.

Her daughter by the way is in her 30s so there was no unsuspecting minors that were exposed to any sort of pornography.

I have to admit that I was completely turned on by this.

Not that the daughter found the pictures but that her friend had apparently been drooling over the picture.

I am not sure if it is the desire to be thought of like that or if I just am a horny guy.  But it definitely gives me a thrill, especially when I can share things on here anonymously and not have anyone judge me for it.

I would imagine it is the same feeling that some of the women that share pictures of themselves when they get a nice compliment.

So here is to the amazing cock shot and even better pussy pic, may they live on forever.

Happy 4th!

When I was younger and living in New Jersey we used to put all our money together in the weeks leading up to the 4th of July and buy fireworks from some small shop in New York City.

The shop was in Little Italy and you would drive up to it, one person got out and placed the order and they told you to pull your car into the alley and they would load you up and you would be on your way.

It was all completely illegal and very strange to actual do the transaction but you would leave with enough explosives, umm I mean fireworks to have your own full show.

One of the boxes we would get would be a gross (144) of quarter sticks of dynamite.  Basically as the name implies a quarter of a stick of dynamite.  These packed much more than an m80 or a blockbuster, but in our minds they were still safe enough to hold in your hand and throw out into the backyard of whoever' house you were celebrating at.

Every once in a while we would get bigger ones, half sticks or even the professional grade 10 inch salutes, you know the ones that would create the big blossom of colors in the sky.  We had to take an old metal pipe and place them at the bottom with a long fuse.  You definitely did not want to be close when they ignited but inevitably fueled by alcohol someone always got a bit too close and ended up without an eyebrow at the end of the night.

Thinking back it always amazes me that no one was seriously hurt.

We had a few mishaps, like the time the roman candle that shot m80s instead of colored balls blew up when a guy was holding it and he broke a rib.

Or the time when the half stick that we put into the watermelon went off on a delayed fuse and covered the person that was trying to relight the fuse in the pieces of watermelon and seeds.

Of course there was the time when we got drunk and went through almost half the gross of quarter sticks in my friends backyard and when his mom came home the next day noticed 70 still smoking craters left over from the previous night.

Watching my friend trying to explain that the dog dug all those wholes was hilarious.

If we only had camera phones back then.  I would assure you that the videos would have been amazing.

The best was the day that we all were drinking and waiting for one of our friends to return from the trip to NY.  Upon arrival we decided to start the festivities, even though it was only the 15th of June.  Most of the fireworks were in boxes or bags and placed along the fenceline of my friends properties where we thought it would be safe.

Well an errant bottle rocket landed in one of the bags and lit it on fire.  We all noticed it and took of running back into the house.  Being the smart people we were, we sat there in room with the sliding glass door to the outside with our faces plastered against the glass.  The first few explosions were nothing spectacular but as all the bags caught fire it was like being in a war zone.  Bottle rockets, roman candles, m80s, quarter sticks, salutes all going off at the same time with debris bouncing off the glass door.  Each time we would laugh and fall back and then get right back against the glass to continue watching.

When the show finally was over, the police were there to see what was going on.  They came to confiscate our fireworks but when we showed them the smoking mess left in the backyard they just laughed at us and told us that we were lucky no one was hurt.  There was nothing left to confiscate, over a thousand dollars of illegal fireworks went off in less than 30 minutes.  Broke but still laughing I will always remember that day.

Happy 4th of July everyone!  Have a safe and wonderful weekend.