I've had a toothache for a couple days now and it's really pissing me off. I finally got a dentist appointment made for next week, but I'm on my own until then. So I thought mayyyyyyybe jerking off would take my mind off it...
Nope.
Well it felt good of course but it didn't help my tooth. The wife wasn't much last night. She kind of hinted / intimated that sex might get my mind off it. Then we get upstairs and she said "Thinking about me being inside her while thinking about my tooth hurting weirds me out." So what would you say to that? I said, "OK, well I'll kiss you goodnight and go to the other bed then." And I did.
Well, I went into the other room anyway. I had taken some Advil PM medication to help me sleep since I was only able to get 2 hours the night before. I decided with the time I had left before I inevitably drifted off to sleep that I would stroke. Of course. What else did you think I'd do? You know how much I love to masturbate.
At that point I'm in the bed in the other room in my boxer briefs. I reach down and start rubbing my cock and I think back to a particular time in college..
*INITIATE WAYNE'S WORLD DREAM SEQUENCE START UP*
I had gone over to Michelle's house. I liked to go over and hang out with her family. They were all very nice to me. I found out later after we broke up that her little brother (maybe 7 or 8 at the time) really liked me and kept asking when I was coming back over. See????? I'm really a great guy! So we were in her room which was in their converted garage. We were sitting on her bed playing Crash Bandicoot (great game). The TV was at the foot of her bed on a shelf. Our traditional places for this was that I would sit across her bed with my back against the wall and she would kind of sit on my lap facing the TV. So her right side was against my chest. Her brother would sit on the floor between the bed and the TV. We always took turns playing. Her brother would play either a level or until he died, then he'd had Michelle the controller and she'd play, then my turn and then back to him. It was always a lot of fun. Believe me, it took longer to lay this out for you than to think it. So I didn't spend all this time thinking about the memory while I was getting hard LOL.
One of my favorite things to do was try to distract her while she was playing. She had rather large breasts for such a small person and I looooooooooooved them. I know all guys like boobs and I like them even more than that. As she was playing I liked to slide my hand up between her and the controller and tease the underside of her boob. Nomally she could handle that so I'd have to slide my fingers up to her nipple. Now I'm not always the most coordinated person and doing all that while trying to look like I'm watching the TV isn't as easy as it sounds lol. Once I found her nipple and rubbed it a little bit I almost always got her to die. Saying that makes me sound like a bad person! Don't worry, she returned the teasing though. Somehow I usually managed to live a bit longer while her smaller hand tickled, rubbed, and rolled my balls in my shorts. We'd get so worked up we'd have to stop so we could calm down while her brother was there LOL.
This particular time though Michelle's friend Crystal was over as well. I had met Crystal before and we had actually had a double-date with Michelle and I, and Crystal and my roommate Matt. They didn't hit it off as well as we thought they would.... Anyway.... Michelle and I were sitting a bit further down so Crystal could play too. I didn't get to play with her boobs but she moved a bit so I could rub and squeeze her ass. She let me know how much she liked it by kissing me any chance she got and licking my earlobe. God, that thought gives me shivers even now. I don't know what ancient chinese secret she knew but she had this way of licking and sucking my ears that could bring my unit back to attention no matter how many times I'd cum.
We played for a couple of hours and then it was time for her brother to head to bed. We said goodnight and Crystal got on Michelle's PC. Michelle and I "played" for another 15 minutes or so. That 15 minutes basically consisted of me teasing her seisitive nipples mercilessly while she rubbed the outline of my growing cock. Crystal was right there so I couldn't drop her on the bed and fuck her like she deserved. Michelle looked at me. Her eyes said she wanted something more and I wasn't going to disappoint her. We laid down with our feet down by Crystal (the PC was at the side of the foot of the bed). Michelle got on top of me and we started making out. I know that doesn't sound like a big deal. I've talked about more "adventurous" things. I don't know if it was because we were already so worked up or if it was because Crystal was sitting right there, but I'm pretty sure it was both.
Soon her legs slid to either side of mine and her pussy was rubbing my cock. I know, I know, both of us naked and me inside her might have seemed like it would be more fun, but it wouldn't have been nearly as erotic. She had on some small silky-feeling shorts and I was in basketball-style shorts. The feeling was amazing. I kept my hands at the sides of her breasts, squeezing them softly as she ground her pussy against me. She leaned her head down and asked if Crystal was watching. I pushed up against her as I looked through her hair and then told her that I could see her peeking even though she wasn't outright watching. That got Michelle a little wetter I think. It might have been my imagination but I thought I could almost feel how wet she was against me. I was so turned on I could barely think. Suddenly Michelle stopped grinding and just pushed down hard against me and kissed me passionately. I remember thinking, "holy fuck she's having an orgasm!" That was a big deal for me since we hadn't really done much that night( comparatively) and I was still pretty young. She only made a small sound though. She was trying to hard to be quiet. After she finished and her lips left mine I pulled her down and whispered I wasn't going to last much longer if we kept this up. She grinned and whispered back that she'd take care of that. Now I figured she'd just keep going and I'd finish in my shorts. I was very, very wrong. I thought because her friend was there she'd just keep going and I'd finish in my shorts. I was very, very wrong again. She scooted back down the bed quickly on her knees, putting her body almost level with Crystal as she sat at the computer. Michelle looked up at me as she pulled my shorts and underwear down over my cock and pushed her mouth down over my tip. No hands. She just moved her head and I disappeared. Well, most of me anyway. I didn't care if Crystal saw at that point. I lasted about a minute before I blew into Michelle's mouth. I usually cum more than the "average" I've been able to find online, but this was bigger than that. Having Crystal there had me unleashing apparently untapped stores of semen the size of baseballs LOL. It seemed like it anway. I remember feeling her swallow 3 times before I stopped shooting. She kept sucking me, never taking me out of her mouth, for another few minutes before releasing me and tucking my dick away again. I just laid there breathless as she came up and cuddled into me.
It was very quiet then. I don't think anyone knew what to say really. We looked at eachother again; a longer, more meaningful look, and I told her I should probably go home. She smiled and we decided to see eachother the next day (details of when and where). I said goodbye to Crystal and she said it too and I left.
*INITIATE WAYNE'S WORLD DREAM SEQUENCE END*
OK so maybe that wasn't exactly what I thought, but you wouldn't understand what I thought unless I described it like that. I concentrated on the feeling of passion and delight as I laid in that room running my fingers up and down my shaft. I felt my balls tighten and I jumped up, running to the attached bathroom so I could cum without having to clean up. I stood at the sink with my cock dangling over the edge into the sink and exploded. I pushed my shaft against the countertop/sink as I came, pumping it out of me. Quite a bit. I cleaned up a bit and washed it down and then fell asleep as my head hit the pillow. What do you think?
Fuck my tooth's hurting again. Damn oragel...
Friday, August 9, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Block
I've opened this up the past few days to write something... and nothing comes out. Every other minute of the day I can recount something that keeps my heart pumping faster. Every other minute of the day I get a little glimpse of some woman in the office and I quickly have a still photo of her topless in my head. My life's not terribly exciting now. Maybe that's it. I had the one-night stands and exciting adventures before I got married. I love my wife, and I'm in love with her, but she's not very adventorous.
She's fun and great and beautiful, but there's something not there. I'm the kind of person that wants to get sucked in the car on the way to work, or slowly fuck you in the backseat of the car at the drive-in. No, it's not because I'm a guy. It's about being a type of person, gender doesn't matter. Plenty of women want those things too. She does... occassionally.
Of course, having a child doesn't help the sex life. Any couple with kids can probably attest to that. Plus our child has some disabilities that require constant supervision, so we can't just let her play in the other room while mom's on her knees gobbling daddy's cock. I wouldn't say we don't have desire, we just have to keep finding new things to do.
Last night she offered butt-sex but I honestly just wanted to sleep. I've said before that I'm a nice guy so I was worried that by saying that I would make her feel bad or that I didn't think her ass was good enough. That's the kind of fucking shit I deal with. Her self-confidence is so bad that I have to always watch what I say in case it might be taken badly. It's not MY fault. I'm a builder; the kind of person that builds up the people around them. I do NOT tear down in any way. Why on earth would anyone do that to someone they love? I applaud and compliment and help. It's to the point in our relationship though where I don't really compliment her because I'm tired of having to convince her "I'm not just saying that". That I actually mean it. It's a lot of work and I don't have much energy for it. We've talked about before. Nothing really changes there though. So life goes on... and on... and on.
Now this is going to sound very, VERY bad; but I promised to be honest. It's even in the title of the blog. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if they were both in a car accident and died. I told you it was bad. I don't wonder fondly or anything like that. It's not like I'm plotting revenge or anything. Don't you wonder how your life might have turned out differently if something had or hadn't happened? Don't judge me too harshly. I don't want any hard to come to them. Gods no! My mind just wanders sometimes... I really can't imagine how sad I'd be.
Let me give you a little background on my daughter. We knew there were going to be problems very early on in the pregnancy. Around 32 weeks we went for a weekly checkup (because of the problems) and my daughter's heart rate was really low. So we went over to the hospital and had an unscheduled C-section immediately. Now we were very lucky. There are only two pediatric surgeons in our city, and they were both in that hospital at that time. My daughter went immediately from the C-section to an incubation table where they needed my permission to send her to surgery. I saw her for 5 seconds and told them to get her the fuck in there. She needed an airway immediately. She was born without a lower jaw. Think about that. She couldn't breathe so the surgeons had to put in a trach tube immediately. They also put in a feeding tube at the same time. She spent 6 weeks in the NICU and my wife didn't get to see her until... 6 hoursish after the C-section. We spent 5 days in the hospital for my wife to recover. So it's not been all fun and games with the kiddo. Meetings with doctors and plastic surgeons and respiratory therapists, and home healthcare and anyone else who wants in on this.
That's a bit of background. I'm a "deal with it and try to find something good" kind of person though. So I didn't break down and cry or lose it or anything like that. My wife cried a lot, but I didn't. I don't cry. What was the point? It wouldn't help; and I'm nothing if not logical. It can be a nuisance. Anyway, one night a couple years ago the wife and I went out driving after the nurse got there at 11pm to watch our daughter (11pm to 7am). We'd go out driving if we had things to talk about that would end up in an argument or yelling. I don't yell. Pointless if you're trying to get someone to come around to your way of thinking. So we're out driving and her whole problem was that I didn't seem to care about kiddo's development. I didn't know when she sound be sitting up or building things or stacking blocks or toilet-trained or when the car-seat should be turned around or any of a hundred things. She was right. I didn't know any of those things. I didn't particularly care about them either. My wife knew them so why should I learn them all? It's not like I can argue with "Turn seat around when child reaches ## pounds." So there wouldn't be a debate or anything over the knowledge. She was getting pretty mad at me because I said I really didn't care about any of that stuff and I was just happy to have to have kiddo there. We were then arguing about how much to feed her and whether to include puree food for extra calories. I may not remember this next part verbatim, but I think she said something like, "This stuff's important! What the hell's wrong with you that you don't care about it?!" I looked at her for a second and then said, "I don't care about any of that because I get to feed her. I get....to....feed.....her. She's here. She's alive, and none of that other stuff matters right now." I teared up and I knew they were coming down my cheeks. I looked straight down the road and she looked at me for a minute or two and then asked if I was OK to keep driving. I told her I was fine.
This is what happens when I start typing. I set out to tell you I couldn't come up with anything and now I've got a lot. I wish I knew if anyone was reading this...
She's fun and great and beautiful, but there's something not there. I'm the kind of person that wants to get sucked in the car on the way to work, or slowly fuck you in the backseat of the car at the drive-in. No, it's not because I'm a guy. It's about being a type of person, gender doesn't matter. Plenty of women want those things too. She does... occassionally.
Of course, having a child doesn't help the sex life. Any couple with kids can probably attest to that. Plus our child has some disabilities that require constant supervision, so we can't just let her play in the other room while mom's on her knees gobbling daddy's cock. I wouldn't say we don't have desire, we just have to keep finding new things to do.
Last night she offered butt-sex but I honestly just wanted to sleep. I've said before that I'm a nice guy so I was worried that by saying that I would make her feel bad or that I didn't think her ass was good enough. That's the kind of fucking shit I deal with. Her self-confidence is so bad that I have to always watch what I say in case it might be taken badly. It's not MY fault. I'm a builder; the kind of person that builds up the people around them. I do NOT tear down in any way. Why on earth would anyone do that to someone they love? I applaud and compliment and help. It's to the point in our relationship though where I don't really compliment her because I'm tired of having to convince her "I'm not just saying that". That I actually mean it. It's a lot of work and I don't have much energy for it. We've talked about before. Nothing really changes there though. So life goes on... and on... and on.
Now this is going to sound very, VERY bad; but I promised to be honest. It's even in the title of the blog. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if they were both in a car accident and died. I told you it was bad. I don't wonder fondly or anything like that. It's not like I'm plotting revenge or anything. Don't you wonder how your life might have turned out differently if something had or hadn't happened? Don't judge me too harshly. I don't want any hard to come to them. Gods no! My mind just wanders sometimes... I really can't imagine how sad I'd be.
Let me give you a little background on my daughter. We knew there were going to be problems very early on in the pregnancy. Around 32 weeks we went for a weekly checkup (because of the problems) and my daughter's heart rate was really low. So we went over to the hospital and had an unscheduled C-section immediately. Now we were very lucky. There are only two pediatric surgeons in our city, and they were both in that hospital at that time. My daughter went immediately from the C-section to an incubation table where they needed my permission to send her to surgery. I saw her for 5 seconds and told them to get her the fuck in there. She needed an airway immediately. She was born without a lower jaw. Think about that. She couldn't breathe so the surgeons had to put in a trach tube immediately. They also put in a feeding tube at the same time. She spent 6 weeks in the NICU and my wife didn't get to see her until... 6 hoursish after the C-section. We spent 5 days in the hospital for my wife to recover. So it's not been all fun and games with the kiddo. Meetings with doctors and plastic surgeons and respiratory therapists, and home healthcare and anyone else who wants in on this.
That's a bit of background. I'm a "deal with it and try to find something good" kind of person though. So I didn't break down and cry or lose it or anything like that. My wife cried a lot, but I didn't. I don't cry. What was the point? It wouldn't help; and I'm nothing if not logical. It can be a nuisance. Anyway, one night a couple years ago the wife and I went out driving after the nurse got there at 11pm to watch our daughter (11pm to 7am). We'd go out driving if we had things to talk about that would end up in an argument or yelling. I don't yell. Pointless if you're trying to get someone to come around to your way of thinking. So we're out driving and her whole problem was that I didn't seem to care about kiddo's development. I didn't know when she sound be sitting up or building things or stacking blocks or toilet-trained or when the car-seat should be turned around or any of a hundred things. She was right. I didn't know any of those things. I didn't particularly care about them either. My wife knew them so why should I learn them all? It's not like I can argue with "Turn seat around when child reaches ## pounds." So there wouldn't be a debate or anything over the knowledge. She was getting pretty mad at me because I said I really didn't care about any of that stuff and I was just happy to have to have kiddo there. We were then arguing about how much to feed her and whether to include puree food for extra calories. I may not remember this next part verbatim, but I think she said something like, "This stuff's important! What the hell's wrong with you that you don't care about it?!" I looked at her for a second and then said, "I don't care about any of that because I get to feed her. I get....to....feed.....her. She's here. She's alive, and none of that other stuff matters right now." I teared up and I knew they were coming down my cheeks. I looked straight down the road and she looked at me for a minute or two and then asked if I was OK to keep driving. I told her I was fine.
This is what happens when I start typing. I set out to tell you I couldn't come up with anything and now I've got a lot. I wish I knew if anyone was reading this...
Friday, August 2, 2013
Erotic Writings
Does anyone else find erotic literature better than video at times? I'm a very imaginative person and while I wholeheartedly love watching porn, sometimes I want to read a good erotic story. Specifically I like the site literotica.com. Wow.
OK, my favorite section is the incest/taboo section. Now I don't have any incest fantasties, I don't want to fuck my mom and siblings. So let me tell you why I like it. So many of the other stories are very impersonal. I mean we all know the sterotypical porn shot, "Plumber shows up to 'fix pipes' and ends up banging the housewife." I just don't find that very fun to read. It's empty. I want the people to have some kind of connection. A story about a friend that has a decade long affair with his friend's wife would be much better. For me though, it still doesn't compare to a story about brother and sister going wild on a camping trip or something like that. That has more "oomph".
Don't call me a pervert or anything. No I'm not a pervert unless you don't have a very open mind. Get over your disgust about the incest stories and read a few. Literotica has user rating for them and you can definitely tell the difference between a 4-star and a 3-star. Night and day. One of my absolutely favorites is a very large series called "Just the Six of Us". It's like 20-something parts with multiple pages to each part. If I'm getting bored around the porn sites (of which I have bookmarked a large number) then I'll flip to Literotica and can basically choose when I want to cum.
Are there other sites you like to read? I mean video category sites are a dime a dozen, but a good story site can be harder to come by.
Do you have any stories you'd like to share? You can post a comment and we'd all love to read. Well, I don't know anyone else reads this, but I'DDDDDDDD like to read LOL.
Thanks.
OK, my favorite section is the incest/taboo section. Now I don't have any incest fantasties, I don't want to fuck my mom and siblings. So let me tell you why I like it. So many of the other stories are very impersonal. I mean we all know the sterotypical porn shot, "Plumber shows up to 'fix pipes' and ends up banging the housewife." I just don't find that very fun to read. It's empty. I want the people to have some kind of connection. A story about a friend that has a decade long affair with his friend's wife would be much better. For me though, it still doesn't compare to a story about brother and sister going wild on a camping trip or something like that. That has more "oomph".
Don't call me a pervert or anything. No I'm not a pervert unless you don't have a very open mind. Get over your disgust about the incest stories and read a few. Literotica has user rating for them and you can definitely tell the difference between a 4-star and a 3-star. Night and day. One of my absolutely favorites is a very large series called "Just the Six of Us". It's like 20-something parts with multiple pages to each part. If I'm getting bored around the porn sites (of which I have bookmarked a large number) then I'll flip to Literotica and can basically choose when I want to cum.
Are there other sites you like to read? I mean video category sites are a dime a dozen, but a good story site can be harder to come by.
Do you have any stories you'd like to share? You can post a comment and we'd all love to read. Well, I don't know anyone else reads this, but I'DDDDDDDD like to read LOL.
Thanks.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Clarification
I was rereading a little of what I've written, and I want to clarify that I'm not a tool, douchebag, or asshole. I'm actually a really nice guy. I just happen to love sex. Love thinking about it, love doing it, am constantly horny... I can't help it. If I still had the time I'd be jerking off for hours on end. I just...love...sex.
But I'm a nice guy. Honestly. I'll hold the door open for you, let you cut ahead of me in the grocery store line if you only have a couple of items compared to my full cart; I say "please" and "thank you". I'll be nice to your mom and dad and they'll think I'm a great guy to date. Then I'll take you downstairs and fuck you on the washing machine while they watch TV. Is that a bad thing? Does it make me bad? Am I a terrible human being for look at your breasts while I hold that door open for you, or imagine what your ass looks like under your jeans while you cut in front of me? How can I be faulted for finding amazing levels of enjoyment in the beauty around me?
Can you honestly say "I may have picked these jeans because they make my ass look good, but GODDAMN IT DON'T YOU LOOK AT IT!!!"? Well you can say anything you want, but that doesn't make it true. I'm true, and I'm honest. I don't apologize for liking your body and fuck I shouldn't have to. I will not make you feel like a piece of meat, and I will not make comments about you, or snicker with my friends or spread rumors. I will not make you feel self-hate because I look at you. Your self-image will not falter and deflate because you realize I like what I saw.
In fact, the opposite will happen. If you're quick enough, and clever enough, and get to see the stark amazement in my eyes that you even exist and look like you do and thank all the angels above I GET TO SEE YOU, how can you want to punish me? If I believed in a god then I'd have to wonder why he made you so enticing if not to beg notice. You'll never see a leer on my face when I look your way. Only true and honest appreciation of the form in which you belong. Be you short or tall, big or small, large breasts or little breasts, I will find something attractive in you. *grin* You'll probably get me hard LOL.
Sorry about the little rant. So I wanted to say that if you read what I write and find yourself not enjoying it, or getting mad that I went out with one woman and let her drain my dry, and then went out with another later that night and let HER drain me dry, I'm sorry. It's not my intention to make you upset but I will tell the truth about my life so far.
So sit back, relax, and feel free to stick your hand in your pants and bring yourself to orgasm while I talk about my own. Life is short, make it sweet.
But I'm a nice guy. Honestly. I'll hold the door open for you, let you cut ahead of me in the grocery store line if you only have a couple of items compared to my full cart; I say "please" and "thank you". I'll be nice to your mom and dad and they'll think I'm a great guy to date. Then I'll take you downstairs and fuck you on the washing machine while they watch TV. Is that a bad thing? Does it make me bad? Am I a terrible human being for look at your breasts while I hold that door open for you, or imagine what your ass looks like under your jeans while you cut in front of me? How can I be faulted for finding amazing levels of enjoyment in the beauty around me?
Can you honestly say "I may have picked these jeans because they make my ass look good, but GODDAMN IT DON'T YOU LOOK AT IT!!!"? Well you can say anything you want, but that doesn't make it true. I'm true, and I'm honest. I don't apologize for liking your body and fuck I shouldn't have to. I will not make you feel like a piece of meat, and I will not make comments about you, or snicker with my friends or spread rumors. I will not make you feel self-hate because I look at you. Your self-image will not falter and deflate because you realize I like what I saw.
In fact, the opposite will happen. If you're quick enough, and clever enough, and get to see the stark amazement in my eyes that you even exist and look like you do and thank all the angels above I GET TO SEE YOU, how can you want to punish me? If I believed in a god then I'd have to wonder why he made you so enticing if not to beg notice. You'll never see a leer on my face when I look your way. Only true and honest appreciation of the form in which you belong. Be you short or tall, big or small, large breasts or little breasts, I will find something attractive in you. *grin* You'll probably get me hard LOL.
Sorry about the little rant. So I wanted to say that if you read what I write and find yourself not enjoying it, or getting mad that I went out with one woman and let her drain my dry, and then went out with another later that night and let HER drain me dry, I'm sorry. It's not my intention to make you upset but I will tell the truth about my life so far.
So sit back, relax, and feel free to stick your hand in your pants and bring yourself to orgasm while I talk about my own. Life is short, make it sweet.
Monday, July 29, 2013
That reminds me...
I was driving down the road yesterday and I had a very vivid memory come through my head all of a sudden. I was back in college dating Michelle and Kristi. I was driving Kristi home one night after we had watched a few movies at my apartment. Because of her disability she couldn't drive, do her mom dropped her off. Incidentally, her family really liked me. Her mom took me aside one day and thanked me for beign her daughter's friend. I was touched by it and said something about being the one that was honored with the friendship and something else about what an amazing woman her daughter was. I did NOT mention that her daughter loved sucking down my cum at every opportunity. That would have been in bad taste... *hyuck hyuck hyuck* Get it?
Back to the recollection. So we had been watching a few movies. That's code for "we watched about 40 minutes of the first one and then she wanted to pump my cock." So I had already given her a big drink.
The drive to her house took about 30 minutes or so. It really wasn't take far but you know how traffic and lights and 35-40mph roads are. We were about 10 minutes in and had been talking about something going on that weekend when she leaned over sideways and started rubbing my crotch through my pants! Now I'm not a skinny guy and there's no way someone's head is going to fit between me and the steering wheel, and she could obviously see that. So instead she kept right on stroking me, getting me harder and harder. Telling me things that she wanted me to do to her and how much she had been wanting to blow me in the car. Soft to fully hard in 2.6 seconds LOL. Beat that Jaguar! We pulled down the street to her house and I had to slow down to match the speed limit. Lucky thing I did too. There was a cop just a few hundred feet after the turn. Kristi didn't stop jerking my shaft though. She started begging me to cum for her and saying how much she loved tasting my spunk. The feeling was amazing and I knew I wouldn't last long. Her words got to me and pushed me to a whole other level of excitement. I slowed the car to a crawl; just letting the normal rolling speed move us. I told her I was almost there and ready to cum as I turned the car into her driveway. She pulled herself over a little more and put her mouth as close to my tip as she could. 20 feet from stopping and I shot my second load that night. God it was amazing. She aimed me perfectly and 3 hard shots hit her square in the mouth. She swallowed them quickly and the next 2 hit her chin and nose. I only know that because she brought her head up after that. 20 feet and suddenly she had my cum on her face. She used her other hand to wipe it into her mouth and licked her fingers clean. She jerked me several more times to make sure I was empty before licking that hand clean too. Then we were stopped. No one was looking through the windows. We had made it safely. She kissed me and thanks me for the delicious mouthfuls LOL. I got out and got her wheelchair set up outside her door. She slide into it and rolled up the ramp to the front door.
I watched her until she was inside and then I drove back home and took a shower. I might have also jacked off in the shower remembering that night.
Back to the recollection. So we had been watching a few movies. That's code for "we watched about 40 minutes of the first one and then she wanted to pump my cock." So I had already given her a big drink.
The drive to her house took about 30 minutes or so. It really wasn't take far but you know how traffic and lights and 35-40mph roads are. We were about 10 minutes in and had been talking about something going on that weekend when she leaned over sideways and started rubbing my crotch through my pants! Now I'm not a skinny guy and there's no way someone's head is going to fit between me and the steering wheel, and she could obviously see that. So instead she kept right on stroking me, getting me harder and harder. Telling me things that she wanted me to do to her and how much she had been wanting to blow me in the car. Soft to fully hard in 2.6 seconds LOL. Beat that Jaguar! We pulled down the street to her house and I had to slow down to match the speed limit. Lucky thing I did too. There was a cop just a few hundred feet after the turn. Kristi didn't stop jerking my shaft though. She started begging me to cum for her and saying how much she loved tasting my spunk. The feeling was amazing and I knew I wouldn't last long. Her words got to me and pushed me to a whole other level of excitement. I slowed the car to a crawl; just letting the normal rolling speed move us. I told her I was almost there and ready to cum as I turned the car into her driveway. She pulled herself over a little more and put her mouth as close to my tip as she could. 20 feet from stopping and I shot my second load that night. God it was amazing. She aimed me perfectly and 3 hard shots hit her square in the mouth. She swallowed them quickly and the next 2 hit her chin and nose. I only know that because she brought her head up after that. 20 feet and suddenly she had my cum on her face. She used her other hand to wipe it into her mouth and licked her fingers clean. She jerked me several more times to make sure I was empty before licking that hand clean too. Then we were stopped. No one was looking through the windows. We had made it safely. She kissed me and thanks me for the delicious mouthfuls LOL. I got out and got her wheelchair set up outside her door. She slide into it and rolled up the ramp to the front door.
I watched her until she was inside and then I drove back home and took a shower. I might have also jacked off in the shower remembering that night.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Stupid people
Sometimes I'm shocked by the stupidity/ineptitude of my coworkers. I hold to the belief that if you're put in charge of something then you should understand the thing of which you are in charge. That's logical right? No one would put me in charge of Accounting. I'm not an accountant. I wouldn't know what to do. Yet I see people around me involved in areas they know nothing about, and are basically to stupid to really understand. I use "stupid" to also mean lazy, ignorant, unambitious... I want to feel like it's their fault. I hold people responsible for their actions or inactions, and telling your boss "hey, I have no idea what this is or what you want me to do" is an action. Not telling your boss that you don't have a fucking clue is an inaction. See what I did there?
It just pisses me off. Especially when they come to me because they don't understand it. I ask, "have you looked at google.com? I hear they have a lot of monkeys typing information there..." They look at me blankly and I can see the shape of their souls. They're sheep. Cattle. Ready to be led down the slaughter chute. I just don't understand it.
I'm getting a little short on time. I've got a meeting coming up. Wellllllll more of a working meeting. What I'd REALLY like it to be is a meeting where I get to shove my cock up Kristin's ass. She's an assistant with a very nice ass. *laugh*
My memory of the day.... Let's see. Oh I have one for you. So the old g/f Michelle and I were alone in my apartment. We had just come in from a movie. Now she was short. 4'11 short. Luckily, when I was kneeling that put her full breasts right at eye level. So I dropped down and took advantage of that! Wouldn't you? Damn I wish I had a picture of her still that I could post (head dropped or blurred of course). So we're making out and I'm alternating between running my tongue over her thick nipples and licking her own tongue. Her pants come off and I don't have to go down too far before I'm eating her out. Her back against the wall, right foot planted on the ground with her left leg dangling over my shoulder as I glide my teasing tongue over her increasingly wet pussy. This was before we had actually had "penile penetration" LOL so I didn't get to fuck her. I did give her two very good orgasms. I can only tell they were good because of the screaming and her ending up slumped over my back. I carried her to the bed and turned her into a 69 with me on top. Even though I couldn't fuck her pussy, I did do a fair job of taking her mouth. We both loved that. With her being as excited as she was I didn't last long. Sometimes that can be an issue with me. The more excited the girl gets, the more excited I get. I really have to try hard to calm down or I'll blow after one or two strokes lol. Well this time that didn't both me and I didn't want to COMPLETELY crush her. So after giving her a third orgasm I came down her throat. Now I don't expect a woman to love or enjoy swallowing, I think it's a huge turn-on and a very pleasant surprise, but I'd never force her to do that or ask her to if I knew she didn't like it. Luckily Michelle did heh heh heh. She drained me and then we rolled over onto our sides and she kept sucking me until I was soft. We laid there for a few more minutes before she had to go. Memory complete *wink*
It just pisses me off. Especially when they come to me because they don't understand it. I ask, "have you looked at google.com? I hear they have a lot of monkeys typing information there..." They look at me blankly and I can see the shape of their souls. They're sheep. Cattle. Ready to be led down the slaughter chute. I just don't understand it.
I'm getting a little short on time. I've got a meeting coming up. Wellllllll more of a working meeting. What I'd REALLY like it to be is a meeting where I get to shove my cock up Kristin's ass. She's an assistant with a very nice ass. *laugh*
My memory of the day.... Let's see. Oh I have one for you. So the old g/f Michelle and I were alone in my apartment. We had just come in from a movie. Now she was short. 4'11 short. Luckily, when I was kneeling that put her full breasts right at eye level. So I dropped down and took advantage of that! Wouldn't you? Damn I wish I had a picture of her still that I could post (head dropped or blurred of course). So we're making out and I'm alternating between running my tongue over her thick nipples and licking her own tongue. Her pants come off and I don't have to go down too far before I'm eating her out. Her back against the wall, right foot planted on the ground with her left leg dangling over my shoulder as I glide my teasing tongue over her increasingly wet pussy. This was before we had actually had "penile penetration" LOL so I didn't get to fuck her. I did give her two very good orgasms. I can only tell they were good because of the screaming and her ending up slumped over my back. I carried her to the bed and turned her into a 69 with me on top. Even though I couldn't fuck her pussy, I did do a fair job of taking her mouth. We both loved that. With her being as excited as she was I didn't last long. Sometimes that can be an issue with me. The more excited the girl gets, the more excited I get. I really have to try hard to calm down or I'll blow after one or two strokes lol. Well this time that didn't both me and I didn't want to COMPLETELY crush her. So after giving her a third orgasm I came down her throat. Now I don't expect a woman to love or enjoy swallowing, I think it's a huge turn-on and a very pleasant surprise, but I'd never force her to do that or ask her to if I knew she didn't like it. Luckily Michelle did heh heh heh. She drained me and then we rolled over onto our sides and she kept sucking me until I was soft. We laid there for a few more minutes before she had to go. Memory complete *wink*
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