MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

...to all of you wild folks. Let's hope the New Year holds lots of promise and then delivers...for all of us.

One More Time

I've share some of my history in the past. But I don't know if I've told this one.... an absolutely true story.

My mother was a bartender and waitress her entire life. She was the head bartender at the local American Legion hall in my hometown. All the old veterans apparently loved her, and she ran the place very much like she ran a household -- tough, profane, very strict...

One day, I was sitting at the end of the bar, having a beer, relaxing just a little on a late Saturday afternoon. The place was jammed, because the guys wanted to watch a ball game on TV. Suddenly a long-haired, fatigue-dressed young man came in, alr eady drunk and louder than anyone in the place. He sat at a barstool and banged his hand on the bar: "BA-A-R-R-TENDER!" My mom froze for a second, her back to the bar. Once again, the drunken voice ripped through the smoke-filled room, "WHERE'S the fuckin' BA-A-R-R-TENDER!?!?" She turned around quickly; her eyes were already stillettoed toward him. "What the hell do you want?" The man came back "I want a goddamned hamburger with mustard...and a draft beer!" She paused, knowing that all eyes were watching. "WHAT kind of hamburger do you want?" "A godDAMNED hamburger with MUSTARD -- and a DRAFT BEER!!" Mom drew his beer, slammed it to him on the bar and put the food order into the kitchen.

Okay, here we go...The young man began to bellow and talking loudly to anyone and no one. He was a 'Nam vet, having just gotten out of the Army after his tour in DaNang, as I remember him saying, and spouting the wrong epithets in front of the wrong crowd. Finally, Mom brought his order out and put it in front of him. Burger, fries, ketchup...no mustard. She turned around to get a jar. In the meantime, the kid saw his order, saw no jar mustard and launched once again into a mindless tirade: "B-A-A-R-R-TENDER! WHERE'S MY GODDAMNED MUSTARD???"

My mother again froze, jar in hand. She literally tossed the jar aside and turned around. She picked up a small stool that she often sat on when business was a bit lazy. She stood up on the stool in front of this kid. She raised her skirt up in front of him, exposing her white panties for all to see. And she shouted at this kid at the top of her voice:

"WHERE DO YOU WANT YOUR MUSTARD FROM.....MY PUSSY???"

He sat there in utter shock. I hid my head in my hands because I knew, I KNEW that my mother would, indeed, piss on his plate. All the rest of the crowd in the bar began to applaud and shout their approval "Yeah, honey, you tell him!... Oh, yeah, she'll do it, too, you just watch.... I've never seen that in my life!!!" And various, sundry comments. The young man threw down a fin, grabbed his sandwich and ran out of the bar as fast as he could.

Now... In another forum, this would have been hilarious. And like I say, I tell this story often. I mean imagine, just imagine if you will...Your mother has just said the word "pussy" in front of you. Now...here's the part I don't tell....As the applause died down, she looked at me and, front of all her patrons, pointedly shouted "Yes, Ronnie, I said "pussy". You've seen one, right???"

That's how I grew up.

OKAY....I'M OPEN FOR BUSINESS AGAIN...

So you can tell your friends...even it means anything to them...that the torchlight is on for all. Hopefully those who were a problem for me are gone. Time will tell.

Bring it on, friends.

Should I?

I'm giving consideration to making this blog public again. The reasons for going private no longer exist...as in those who were harassing me are not blogging anymore in this forum...So I want to give notice to my friends here that I am thinking about it. And if you want to offer yourself any consideration here, well, hopefully this is a good way to do it. I think it will also stimulate (God, don't I need that right now) me to get back into being more erotically diligent in my writing.

Any takers or comments are welcome. Hope you are all enjoying your holidays so far.

Blue!

Would any of you like to hear...in case you don't know, and I'm not at all embarrassed to share... what the little blue pill does to a man? I'm 54, still vital and energetic and fuckable, I believe. Sometimes you need a boost, because all our bodies change as we get older. But as horny as I am today, I won't subject myself to being embarrassed. Let me tell you, though...it really is a gift....:)

A Found Fex

As I had the fullest confidence, I still was extremely pleased to hear from our friend FEX! She finally got back to me. Don't know anything yet other than her new e-mail, which she should share with you when she's ready.

For those of you who followed Fex in Fexual Strustration, she is now a part of this family again. I urge you all to reach out, say hello, and share your love.

The Selling of a Senate Seat

A turn from sex...

I live now in a state with the stupidest governor in the history of Illinois politics. Governor Rod Blagojevich was arrested by Federal officials this morning for literally trying to sell the Senate seat of the new president, Barack Obama, to the highest bidder.

OH MY GOD. Stupid, idiotic, greedy, a new low in even this state. OH MY GOD.

To My Friends Here....

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, FOLKS!!! On my way back, I promise...:)

Okay...Pay Attention, Friends

I think we have a friend in trouble.

You all know Fex...Fexual Strustration... She's an elegant writer and a wonderful girl. She has, for whatever reason, deleted everything. Blog, e-mail, any contact. Three of you have asked me if I know anything. So I am asking all of you who read her to drop a note through here, letting her know that she can talk, visit, whatever, whenever, any time she wants for all of us. I don't know what happened, but I do know she's been going through some self-examination and a bit of depression. Maybe she'll read and remember that there is always a place. Always. I've been in that ugly, awful, lonely position. Never, never again.

Tell her you love her. We all do. And just let us know that you're all right. And talk to me anytime.

Have Not Forgotten You!

Hi, all...The play opens this weekend. When I get to Monday, I will be able to finally catch up with you all and continue the fun. Just wanted all of you to know that I was thinking of you and one of my favorite places in my life!

A quickie for you to ponder...Since I've had the good fortune of enjoying phone sex with a couple of you, I just wondered how many of you here really do enjoy it. It's a fun, quick diversion and allows us to practice our verbal skills...our noise level...and even controlling our orgasms. Any thoughts?

Thankfully Busy

Been a bit lax in posting, because I am involved in my work at present. Closing one play, while in rehearsal for another. I owe two Harem stories and one repeat (or second visit)...:) Horny as all hell and only able to 'self-medicate'. Tell me a joke or something, friends. Funny, dirty, clean, whatever. Give me the next few days to get back.

And remember to vote!

Tip #2

Got a surprising response about my last post. So hey, why not? I'll just keep throwing them out when I feel randy...:)

Girls, take a man's cock in hand. Nothing makes him feel better, more wanted, more immediate and alive than to have him think you want him. And his cock. Yes, on occasion, I do admit that I think with Mr. Johnson, but what in the hell is wrong with that?

Get his cock up anyway you desire. Mouth, stroke, lube (one of my own favorites), whatever works. Position, timing, anything that makes him hard. But once it's up, stroke him in the way he likes. If you don't know it, ask him. If he doesn't tell you, call him on his bluff until he does...just stop. MAKE him say it. Stretch it out any way you want, or make it really quick, depending on the mood. Talk to him while you jerk him off. Put a little of the conversation in the gutter. And keep it going, whether it's steady or at certain moments. Just make it consistent.

Now here's the tip. As he gets closer to the cum (and you can tell, all of you ladies can, I know), SLOW DOWN. Even if it's right on top of his orgasm, slow down the stroke. It makes it all more intense and sensitive. And on occasion, talk/yell/grunt/moan your way through it with him. You'll hear more vocal or verbal reaction -- I know I value talking dirty -- and you'll be surprised by it.

If this doesn't work for you AND for him, it's HIS problem. Because you offer plenty of opportunity for him to tell you what works. And let's face it...isn't that what we all enjoy -- a partner or partners who do it the way WE like it?

A Tip From Uncle Ron

...well, maybe just a personal thing. I shared this with Blogget once, and I'll share with you, too. There are a couple of guys on here; maybe one of them has insight as well.

You want to really put me over the edge? Here you go: I love, love fucking your mouth, grabbing your hair and using your face. There is such a dynamic there that turns me on so much. Harder and harder. Then as I get close and we are right on top on my orgasm...You did your nails into my ass and you clamp your mouth on my cock as deep as you can and suck hard. And freeze. Not so hard that it's painful, but hard enough that I'm not going to pull out. Oh fuck! You wanna hear me yell, that's the way to do it.

Some men may not like this because of the extreme sensitivity around the head of a cock during orgasm. That's why you put me farther in. You don't need to DT...just enough to throb into your mouth while you are putting enough sucking pressure on my tool.

YES. Any tips or comments would be highly welcome. As well as a mouth or two...:)

Reaching Out

When a man is attracted to a woman these days, he has to be so-o-o careful. Every move, every impulse is questioned and even doubted for its honesty. I understand that. You girls need to protect yourselves, I get that. But my God...

Today at my new coffee place...I was coming in. I opened the door and there was a very attractive young woman, probably 30 or so. I held the door for her...she stood and stared at me and said "Come on." Meaning that I should come through the door first. She had her hands full and I simply said "Please. Your hands are full, I'll hold the door for you."

She said to me "And have you let it go on me?"

As if my first impulse was to slam a door on someone. Now she had to have actually experienced such a thing, which is fucking tragic. What dick would do something like that? But....you have to be ready for anything these days.

Is this kind of etiquette really gone? Or am I just getting old?

The Harem -- Blogget Jones

Blogget Jones…BJ from now on…was exhausted from the night before, when work became such a difficult chore to handle. Having to pick up her second double shift of the week, because someone didn’t show up to work…staying until well after midnight and not making nearly the tips she wanted or needed to keep the wolf away from the door. Her eyes half-opened, BJ lazily allowed her hand to drift down to her pussy in hopes of discovering some sort of relief there. And yes, it was to a point…her appetite was never a problem. Right now, it was the lack of energy. And the giddyup, since her pussy always took its own sweet time. Still, it always responded to a good strong hand, especially her own. BJ wished her boyfriend was there, even in his own hesitant approach these days, because he would, indeed, stay down between her legs for as long as she wanted…or needed. But that was a subject for another time. She slipped two fingers inside to rub that rough little spot of hers, while her thumb did its work on her nicely-shaped clit. Oh yeah, she thought…there now…come on…Always vocal in bed and after a few minutes, BJ started her moaning at last, the coming wet noises softly accompanying her rise, her fingers fucking herself in and out, her thumb beginning its strong move up and down, hardening her clit like a baby cock. “Oh fuck….fuck…FUCK!” Her voice got louder and more purposeful. There was always that little plateau to fight in that trip to her cum, but she was working on it. She squeezed her breasts with her free hand, pulling her strong nipples away from her, gasping audibly as she did so…..she finally started climbing that mountain….

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BJ and her friend Kate sat down at the bar. Kate wore a blue skirt with a nice slit that showed her long legs. BJ had dark jeans and heels, a white silk top and a lovely necklace that accentuated her gorgeous 38DDs that were crying out for attention…both women were ready and wanting this night. And frankly, neither really cared how it happened; they just wanted it. From time to time, everyone does. Neither of these women were irresponsible or unaware of their behavior. Both were intelligent, passionate, loving women who also happened to be fucking hot and had no problem sharing their desires with others. They loved men…simple as that.

The bartender came over…he knew a quick sale when he saw it, especially from his regulars. “Hi, BJ, how are you, honey?” “I need it tonight, Ron. You see it around here?” He chuckled. “Give it time, BJ. It’ll be here.” Kate smiled “Ron, I want a chardonnay….and I’m buying. BJ?” BJ thought a moment. “Let’s be different. Frangelico. Neat. I’ll just sip for a while.” “Wow” Ron exclaimed. “Good choice. That makes ME wanna take you home…” All three laughed. BJ said in his ear “Someday, Ron. Tonight I just don’t want to wait till you get off work.” He finished the drinks, brought them over and said “First round on me, girls. They gotta pass muster with me. Deal?” The two hot women looked at each other and smiled. “DEAL.”

They were friends from school who had kept in touch, and their conversation had the earmarks of common and personal history. They knew each other well. Each of them had an openness and thirst for sexual expression in their lives and decided long ago to individually explore and share their experiences when they got together.

After an hour in the bar, BJ had all but given up and was ready to go when four men came through the door. One suit, one in western boots, two dressed casually…and all very fuckable. Kate grabbed BJ’s arm. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere just yet.” She pulled BJ back down and looked up at the bar for another round. The men sat down at the open table by the bar and near these women in heat. “Yo, Ronnie….Pitcher of Mick.” One of the guys eyed BJ immediately. He was about 5’10”, dark with a black shirt, jeans and the boots. “Good evening, ladies” he said, keeping himself firmly fixed on BJ…he loved those tits… “What’s up, gentlemen?” BJ could converse and flirt with the best of them. “Hey…it’s Friday night and I need a beer. And whatever happens…” He boldly winked at her. After the pitcher came, another one walked around to Kate’s side and began his own conversation. All were familiar faces in the bar, so it wasn’t like total strangers were feeling each other out. And it didn’t take long for the girls to couple up at all.

Kate’s guy was Mike, the suit. He picked up the first round tab for the guys and offered to do so for the ladies. “No,” Kate said. “We can handle it just fine, thanks.” Their talk was familiar and unpressured, as it happens in a bar. BJ, however, was wasting no time at all. She liked her man, Jack, and the way that he hid nothing; she always appreciated true openness between people. It was easy and comfortable and they caught onto each other quickly. Jack owned his own small construction company and had gone to the University of Colorado for his degree in engineering. He was strong, articulate and fun. BJ saw this and was drawn to it a lot. BJ was no loose woman, by any means. But on this evening, she knew what she wanted and did her best to try and get it. Jack went over to Mike and whispered in his ear. BJ looked at Ron, who winked and waved. And so, in no time, Jack and BJ were out the door, walking arm in arm down the street. It was all easy conversation, with more and more entendre thrown into the humor. They walked about three blocks and found themselves in front of a hotel. Convenient. They both laughed and shared the same feeling: “Oh, hell, why not?” Before they went in, Jack turned BJ around and kissed her. Full and hot, right there on the street. She threw her tongue right back at him and they sucked each other hard. Jack felt her breasts on his chest and pulled her as tightly as he could. He reached down between her legs and gave her pussy a good tight squeeze. She moaned a bit as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, kissing and nibbling on her ear. “GODDAMN!” she cried softly. “Get me inside, will you?” He smiled and they rapidly went through the revolving door and got a room.

Once inside, they played the game with each other. And hardly a word was said. BJ reached up and unbuttoned Jack’s shirt, revealing a good, solid chest that she ran her hands over. Again Jack reached for her thick hair and massaged her scalp. His hands full, he guided his lips down to hers, kissing once more like he hadn’t had a woman in months. BJ loved this kind of passion and returned it in kind. Saliva, nibbling on lips and tongues, pulling hair, profanity and hot skin…Jack turned her around to the mirror and began unbuttoning her top. He slowly pulled it down and off her…while in the same move undoing the clasp on her bra. Breasts spilled out like honey, and BJ knew how attractive they were to men…indeed, to women as well…and he wasted no idea in squeezing and kneading them, working his way out to her nipples, which needed no help in their excitement. BJ reached down and pulled her belt from her dark jeans, giving easy access to her torso and that endlessly wet, attractive pussy she owned. When Jack reached down to pull her jeans off, he could literally smell the intensity of her passion and pushed her back against the dresser. He thrust his face into her cunt, not waiting for anything. The man had a strong, skillful tongue, and BJ found herself in a place of rare immediate excitement…Jesus, he could give head, and she ate it up…

“OHfuck, Jack…fuckyes….fuck….FUCK….FUCK!”

He turned her around and threw her down on the bed. As quickly as he could, Jack kicked off the boots, quickly yanked his pants off and went back down on this hot pussy, now dripping and swollen from her high pleasure. His tongue began to flick around her clit in rapid manner…side to side…up and down…swirling in circles…anything to keep that sweet juice flowing. Jack reached up and held and massaged those astounding tits. He clamped down on her clit and sucked and tongued it. BJ thought, damn it hasn’t felt like this in a long time…and grabbed Jack’s head, pulling it into her as hard as she could. He was up to it, smothering his face onto that pussy like it was honey, and she was absolutely soaking him. God, this was fun! Simple, pure adult fun…Suddenly Jack got up on his knees and expertly turned her on her side. He smoothly shoved his cock inside her and both laughed at how effortless it turned out to be. There began a nice, steady motion of fucking. Jack’s breathing slowly started to change in his own build, and BJ absolutely loved to watch a man get really wound up because of her…it was one of her great thrills in sex, because it also got her energized, too. He pushed her top leg up onto his shoulder. They did a good fuck for about 10 minutes and shared their smiles. Jack said breathlessly “Goddamn, BJ, you are so fucking hot! Your pussy….DAMN!” BJ said in her own gasping way “Your cock is so HARD! It’s hitting me just right! KEEP FUCKING ME!” And whenever he got too close to orgasm, Jack simply slowed down or stopped – he wanted this to last as long as possible. Thirty minutes passed…yes, thirty minutes.

Abruptly his phone, lying on the bed, got a text message. In the middle of the sweat and the fuck, Jack answered it. BJ thought nothing of it and turned onto her back. As he continued his fuck (good stamina here), BJ start masturbating her clit, her legs stretched out far, supported by Jack’s hands holding them wide. This was such a fun fuck for both of them, and they were lapping it up like two dogs in heat.

After a few more minutes, a knock came on the door…BJ was startled. “Who the fuck is that??” Jack pulled out of her, catching his breath. He bent down and kissed her forehead and went to the door, naked and erect. He looked through the keyhole and smiled. He opened the door, as BJ scrambled to cover herself for the moment.

In walked Kate and Mike.

BJ, still startled, looked at Kate. “Okay, I give up…what’s going on?” Kate strolled over to BJ and sat down on the bed. Looking at her intently, Kate said “You’ve talked about this so much recently….I thought it would be a nice little surprise for you.” She looked at Mike, who had begun to take off his clothes. She turned back to BJ. “What do you think, honey? Will this work?”

“What do you mean, work? What in the hell are you talking about?” BJ said.

“Here you are. Two men. Just for you.” BJ was speechless. Then, after soaking it in, her initial surprise had begun to turn to a glee, like a little girl in a candy store. “Are you fucking serious? REALLY?? YOU’RE DOING THIS FOR ME??” Kate bent down and whispered in her ear “Do you want this, BJ? If you do, I just wanna watch. If you don’t, we’ll leave…” BJ took a deep breath and said “Where are you gonna be, Katie?” Kate looked around. “Right over here in the chair. Is that okay?” They suddenly reached and hugged each other. Kate said “Don’t worry, honey. I have condoms if you want them and all the time in the world. And listen…you’re the boss here. You understand what I’m saying?” Oh, my God, BJ thought…this is really happening. Jack came over… “I’m sorry, BJ, I was in on this, too. But you couldn’t be more ready. I KNOW you’re able…That’s a really tight pussy there…FUCK!” BJ beamed in sudden pride. She looked at Mike…. “Hi. I’m BJ.” Mike laughed. “And I’m Mike. Are you okay here, my dear?” BJ looked him over and said “Show me.” Kate sat down in the chair and watched it all unfold. BJ eyed Jack “Come back here.” And she spread her legs for him to head up again.

Mike took off his pants. His navy blue boxers were next. He smiled at her and started stroking his cock. BJ started to talk, but Mike interrupted gently. “I….think I know what to do. You just relax and enjoy yourself.” He walked over to the bed and stood beside it, continuing to work his cock. BJ reached out and took over the stroking…his cock was a bit longer than Jack’s, but not quite as thick. The men turned out to be a little smorgasbord for BJ, and she knew immediately what she wanted. She’d been working on her deep throat skills with a toy at home and wanted very badly to see how she could do on Mike’s nearly eight inches. Her excitement turned in a real hurry to instinct….this was finally coming true and she wasted no time. As Mike stood at the bedside, now fully erect and ready, BJ got on her knees, grabbed Jack by his cock and lightly directed him around to behind her, wanting the dog. And Jack needed no more direction. He clutched her hips and again lightly put himself inside her. He resumed that previous steady, hammering fuck that got them both so hot just a half-hour before. BJ grunted in her heat with utter joy and resumed her stroking of Mike’s cock. Mike liked her combination of a firm grip and a tender approach. This was a woman who loved sex. A damned sexy woman. And at that moment, she was reveling in this extraordinary trance that was becoming reality.

“Fuckyes, BJ. FUCKYES!” Jack cried out. As BJ found out later, this was a first for him, too.

He continued pounding her stunning cunt with carnal intent now. BJ was now feeling that familiar, but infrequent surge in her body and she wanted it to keep going until they all orgasmed together….that was the culmination of her vision. She took Mike’s cock in her mouth, little by little. She needed to work to the point where she could take it all in her throat. Mike, for his part, had begun to lightly place his fingers in her hair, guiding her a little, working her mouth like he’d done it before. Kate, now breathing hard and flushed from watching this amazing scene, spread her own legs and inserted a bullet vibe inside her pussy…she was prepared and either had not worn panties or lost them during the evening. She turned it on and instantly lost her breath, furiously rubbing her own clit, watching her friend get thoroughly banged by these two men….

Another fifteen minutes passed. BJ was now getting fucked hard from behind, feeling like the hottest bitchslut in the world; it was not often that she felt such total abandon. Mike began to grunt and moan from her working his long joint: “Ohmygod….suckme… damn,damn,damn…suck me, baby, give it to me….fuckyes…ohdamnfuckYES!!” Jack pumped her now as hard as he could, her pussy as wet as it had been in weeks. BJ started feeling those little vibrations inside and went for it. She took Mike all the way down her throat for a bit and then withdrew…then she did it again, and Mike was yelling in lust “JESUS!!! FUCKYES!!!” Mike then began to fuck BJ’s face. Jack was near orgasm in fucking her, looking in the mirror on an impulse. “OHMYGOD!!!” And that did it. Jack couldn’t hold back anymore.

“UUNNNNHHHHH!!!! FU-U-U-U-U-UC-C-C-CKKK!”

As Jack started to cum, BJ fucked him back almost lividly in the middle of her own lust. And yes, doing that made her cum…and hard! As she floated to it, she felt the tool in her mouth begin to throb and release. Instinctively, she shoved herself toward Mike’s cock, clamping down about halfway on it, humming on it with insane passion…her mouth was locked on him. Mike screamed the only thing he could:

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!”

In the middle of all this, BJ screaming with a cock in her mouth, Jack shouting passionately, Mike shattering the hotel room with his own piercing yell…..Kate finally orgasmed herself, actually shooting a first stream of womancum on the chair, breathless and spasming like a porn star. On and on they all went until there was no more….

A remarkable spark of light for all four of these people…all sharing their passion, all leaving it out on the field, as they say. BJ smiled in content….

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“GODDAMMIT!!! FUCKME!!! OHMYGODYES!!! Y-E-E-E-E-E-SSSSS!!!”…all running through her mind, but not voiced.

BJ was on her knees now, watching herself in her bedroom mirror, stroking her pussy’s clit, fucking her cunt harshly with the purple dildo, not a word from her mouth, observing through the haze of her cum the fact that she was jerking violently, her spasm all-encompassing…she kept cumming and cumming. Finally, after about 90 seconds, BJ collapsed on her bed, her toy still inside her, and she fell asleep. A well-deserved sleep, too.

And her dream lives on…:)

The Best Time

My own best time sexually is in the morning.

It's probably a bow to the fact that getting older makes you pace yourself more, but I just know that about myself. My own physical functioning is rested, more alert, more responsive. My own orgasm is more satisfying, I can tell you. Now as I say that, it doesn't mean that I only will fuck in the mornings...on the contrary. It simply is an observation on my own performance.

You want whatever you want anytime of the day, you just say so. If I can't offer it at that precise moment, I'll turn to another way to satisfy you...and if for some inane reason I can't do it, then I'll find for you someone who can. You ladies just remember that your own pleasure, your own satisfaction will come, I promise. It's not submissive or dominant or anything like that.

But it is filled with love and respect. That ALWAYS comes first for me. And for you, if I have anything to say about it.

Last Comments About Me...Then The Fun Can Start

Hi.... This last month, folks, has been the most difficult I've had in years. It cost me a great deal. I won't share here in this forum, but if you're interested, e-mail is how I'd prefer it anyway. Suffice it to say that the ONLY way to get past life's occasional bullshit is to take those steps forward, one at a time, and know that it will end. There hasn't been a day since Labor Day that I haven't experienced a moment of crying like a damned baby. But I'm still here. Still vital, hopefully, and still wanting to share my own views on life and love and fun with all of you.

I ask your patience here as I dive back into the fray. As time passes, there will be folks that I miss that maybe some of you would like to see here. Just share the sites, and we'll see about accomodating.

Smile.

Okay...

....Welcome, folks. Now...I expect all of you to be as open as you've ever been in your blogging lives...sexually and otherwise. We learn from each other as well as enjoy. I need both right now. Bring it on....all of it. Smother me...I need it badly!

Going Private Myself, Friends

I ache to say this, but people have changed. All the saps ooze out of the woodwork and criticize when you are honest and want to share. SO....

I am finally taking my blog to a private place. I would dearly love to invite as many of you to come along as are interested. It's going to happen in the next day or so. At least that way, we won't have to endure comments like "you sad old man..." and so on. I love you all for your spirit, and I will continue to do so in this new way. At least until the tide changes.

Testing the Waters Again

.....Throughout my recent travails, my sex drive has never really disappeared, although it has been on the back burner. When trouble comes and folks turn to sex for relief, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that at all...it's one of those tools that we have to cope. The problem is when you are alone and want/need the attention...the real relief comes when you can share it with whomever you please. And it's a damned shame that such a gift requires discretion on occasion. The Nirvana that I always see harkens back to the attitude of the hippie/commune days, where it could be shared without shame. Responsibly, of course, but still belonging to you. That outlook is a pretty solitary one nowadays, but for a select few.

So I'm alone for now. And slowly coming back. And available for parties. Or conversation. Dipping my toe in the pool, hoping someone will say "Come on in, the water's fine."

The Past Couple of Weeks

....have been among the most difficult I've seen in years. I won't talk about them much here; I'll be happy to share in private. But if I can offer something....

Don't EVER take anything for granted. Anything. In the end, I will be in a much better place, but I can surely say with all confidence that you plant the seeds of friendship as you GO. You don't just say to yourself "Oh, she'll help me....he'll understand....they'll get it." No... friendship (and I ain't talkin' about the 'benefits' kind) has to be respected and cultivated and offered back and reciprocate itself. My recent experiences have taught me harshly what friendship really is... and how one needs to remain vigilant and aware to know them.

I don't often sound much of a cautionary note; I'm much more positive and willing to dive into any situation the vast majority of the time. And I know my own spirit -- I will get that way again. As I continue to settle in and find my path again, I will get to be myself again. Right now, I'm on the rebound from a lot of things I didn't expect. I'm scared...but I'm still here. And I hope that those of you, men and women out here, will drop a note and say hello. I'm a little afraid of the dark right now.

But I'll be with you shortly.

Here

Made it. Exhausted and looking for an anchor. But I made it. When the energy allows, I'll articulate. Thanks for your patience.

Still Challenging

To those of you who are interested....thank you for the moral support. Yes, I do have a place to go, but not until the weekend. You discover in crisis who your friends are, and I have discovered that a very few of those friendship seeds have truly taken root. But I'm still here. I slept in my car with Jake the dog last night and am sitting outside a coffeeshop, where I can tap into the Wifi feed....Never thought I'd be in this position as this point in my life. I have been totally embarrassed to share this with people and afraid of their reaction. But as I have shared with you ad nauseum, you are no good to anyone until you can first take care of yourself. I just want to get to Friday. Don't yet have all the cash I need, but you never know.

I hope that you all are taking care of each other in the process. I've never asked this of anyone in my entire life, but I am asking now for a small token of support from the universe. Just get me to Friday.

My Own Rules

This post will not be for everyone....several of my posts lately have had that same effect....but it is well-meaning and as honest as I know how to be. I suppose you might call this my own credo of sexual conduct, my own look at what I like, what I offer and what I want. These are not set in stone and there is always crossover. But I feel reasonably confident here.

1. I treat a woman with respect first. Always first. Nothing can happen unless this is in play.

2. Her comfort level with me is always paramount. Once she knows she is in a good place, she can and just might offer you anything.

3. We need to understand each other in a open forum on everything....not just fucking.

4. I must be aware of what she is experiencing with me as much as humanly possible.

5. I want to improve my love and sex techniques as the opportunity will allow.

6. She has to tell me what she wants in some way on occasion. I gave up mindreading a long time ago.

7. Anticipating some of those needs is a slightly different creature. Many women have that traditional sense of desiring a man who can lead the way for a while.

8. We must be willing to try anything reasonable agreed upon in the bedroom and out of it.

9. If I want good, strong fucking, I need to be a strong example for her to respond to me. If I cannot for the moment, I need to say so....it really is a partnership, this sex thing.

10. Take it all as it comes. Planning the moment is great; being IN the moment itself takes patience and improvisation. Not every woman can suck my cock in the way I like unless I can tell her how I do like it. Conversely, if she likes it rough and I'm being too gentle, she needs to feel the freedom to tell me so.

11. Good women in this realm need to be cultivated. There aren't many, and the prize of it all will reward you forever. Again, if she knows that you have her best interests at heart, you can be her master, her partner, whatever you both enjoy...and vice versa.

12. I want to be able to say what I want to say in bed and know that it will be taken in the fun, lustful way it is meant. Words are just that.....words. It's the intent behind them that is much more important. A great little slut or whore or hot bitch is one of the highest compliments I can give you when my sword is drawn. Language is a vastly underrated part of the sexual realm.

A start. But a good one, I think. I will add to and refine these as time goes by.

From The Wars

Fearless as I am.....

It was a Sunday morning in January 2003. I had joined a telephone dating service that many of you know, I'm pretty sure. My second phone call affected me to this day...strap it in, folks, here we go....

Her name was Amy. She was a lawyer in the South Loop area in downtown Chicago. She was bright, smart and fun. We talked for a few minutes and then she came out with "So Ron....what do you like in bed?" Oh hell yes....I wanted to make sure that I wasn't being set up or anything, so I said the first erotic, hot thing I could think of: "Well Amy....I'd really love to pull out my cock and fuck you hard in the mouth. One of my favorite things." To my utter surprise: "Oh fuck, I LOVE that!" And we were off.... talking about every possible thing sexual. We were on the phone for about half an hour. Almost getting to phone sex, when she said "Ron...I have this fantasy...." All right, Amy, tell me about it.... "It's my husband's fantasy...."

Husband....Okay....a new wrinkle....I stayed calm... "Okay, honey....where's your husband?" "Oh, he's sitting here with me...."

I paused, determined to get into this but wary of how it's been presented to me.... "All right, Amy, talk to me. What are you looking for?"

"Well, Ron...we're trying to find someone to fuck me while Steve is tied up in a chair, watching."

Steve wants to be tied up. Okay. Now I'm really curious. "It's something he's always talked about and we finally said okay, let's do this."

We talked for a few minutes more and yes....we set a date for the following Thursday. I was doing a play at the time and they had to clear out their schedules...both of them had a small law practice downtown that they shared. Thursday it was. Clear, icy day in January, remember. Sun was just beaming down. Still a bit wary, I knocked on the door of their townhouse on the northside.

The door opened. "RON!! Hi, come on in!" Amy was an absolutely beautiful woman. Around 40. Red hair, about 5'2". Great body. Intelligent and aware of the situation. She took my coat and we sat down and talked a bit. Finally she said "Steve is in the bedroom, and I'm ready for this, how about you?" I boldly took her waist, drew her to me and joked "Let's go, baby". She chuckled...

Steve was in an armchair, already tied up with rope and little bits of ribbon on his wrists and his ankles. He was fully clothed and had a handkerchief gag tied to his mouth. He nodded when I walked in. Amy and I laid down on the bed and felt each other out. Wanting to make sure that this was what she...what they wanted. Some soft conversation. Kissing and cuddling. Steve was just riveted to what he was watching. Amy caught his eye as she said to me "Okay Ron, I'm ready." And she got out of bed, removing her clothes. I took her cue and did the same.

This woman....Oh Jesus....she got back in the bed on her knees and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples....To this day, I've never seen the length of nipples on any woman that she had -- they proudly jutted out nearly one inch. You could hang things on them, they were that strong and fierce. I threw her back on the bed, wanting to enjoy this woman as much as time would allow. She deeply enjoyed just being taken, so that's what I did.I clutched her thick hair in my hand and kissed her face. Her forehead. Her ears and behind, yanking her hair as I pleased, and she was eating it all up...."OHFUCK....STEVE, YOUSEETHIS, STEVE???" I shoved my tongue into her mouth, which surprised her for some reason. I kissed and Frenched her with intense passion....she smelled like pine needles, believe it or not, and I reasoned that there was some sachet in the bedroom somewhere. She was vocal and noisy and I'm immediately thinking "Why this guy? Why not me?" I worked my way down the nape of her neck to her breasts....those damned nipples were hard as steel, I swear to you.... And Amy was revelling in each move, occasionally crying out with her husband's name, making sure, it seemed, that he was not being left out. I was pretty physical and even a bit rough with her tits, but the more I did so, the more she got into it and actually began to orgasm from such treatment. Again I thought "Why doesn't this man do this for her???" As I enjoy myself, I slapped her tits around as I did what I wanted with them. More and more noise, hotter and more profane now. I started nibbling and biting on her tits and worked my way down to her stomach, not letting up one bit. Then all the way across her waistline. Finally to her pubic bone....where I stopped. Amy looked at me hesitantly. I grabbed an ankle and an arm and briskly turned her over. She hiked her ass into the air. I slapped it hard, really hard. She screamed in lust and I shoved her back down on the bed. I pinned her with my own body, lifting her hair from the back of her neck.....and I began again that same lusty trail from her neck downward. Onto her shoulders, being firm and constant in my attention. My right hand pushed her face, her head into her pillow and she loved it, every moment. I got to the small of her back and lingered there a while, right above her ass. I slapped it again -- THWACK!! I started biting it and kneading it and spread her cheeks, tonguing her opening...."OHSHIT! I'VE NEVER FELT THAT!!!" And fortunately for me....it made her cum AGAIN. Wow, this man Steve had no idea what he had in Amy, a fucking little tiger.... Again I grabbed a thigh and an arm and roughly turned her over again....I wanted some of that pussy, which was already wet and soaked the comforter on top of the bed. I hiked her legs over my shoulders.....I thrust my face into that waiting promise.... and you would have thought that heaven had opened up....Literally within seconds of me flicking her clit, using both sides of my tongue to make her feel it harshly.....

"OOOHHHHHOOOHHHHOOHHHFFFFUUCCCKKKK!!!!"

A rapid torrent of Amyjuice got me so quickly, I choked a bit and laughed. Not moving myself at all and continuing my fun. Amy grabbed my head and held on.

Suddenly I hear something behind me. I pulled my face away from her cunt to see.....And it was Steve...... The man was crying. CRYING. All tied in the chair, watching wide-eyed in one moment ..... now he had trails of tears and some labored breathing.....Amy was really surprised. I am a professional actor, my friend, you couldn't make that up. But from her own clouded gaze, she looked at Steve and, not moving it from his eyes, said to me quietly:"Please don't stop now."

So I did it. Threw myself back into her pussy with abandon. She held on and kept cumming and cumming for a good ten minutes or so. Frankly I was pretty proud of myself. And Steve, well....he was bawling like a young boy. I had to stop. She got up out of bed after recovering, as I grabbed my clothes and went to the living room. I put my clothes on and waited on the couch for her to come out.

A few minutes later, Amy came out with a man's shirt on. "Oh my God, Ron.....I honestly had no idea that was going to happen. I am so sorry." I said to her "How could you know, Amy? Maybe Steve got a little more than he bargained for. In any case, Amy, I think it's probably best that I just go home." She nodded and got my coat. She walked me to the door. When we got there, she turned me around and kissed me. Licking my face of her taste. It was hot and nice. As we broke, she said "You know, Ron.... When he said he wanted this, I was pretty skeptical. Now....well, I think I wanted it more than HE did!" We hugged and I whispered in her ear "Amy, you just take care of yourself." She said right back "My God, what a fun time we could have had." I kissed her forehead and left.

Now I'm not sure exactly what happened.... There may have been another agenda there to which I was not privy. And I never saw Amy or Steve again.... All I can tell you is that it began an enjoyable experience on the phone line with lovers and friends of all kinds. Which eventually led me to blogging and to you....:)

Angry...And It Ain't About Sex...

...So listen up, if you would allow me to share. Many of you have heard lots of platitudes from this chair, all meant earnestly and a few taken seriously...I thank you for that. One of those that I live by is this: There are times when we all have to take care of each other, because it's the right thing to do. You invest in others, it will come back....Too many times in my own life, that has happened, and I am personally thankful. Maybe because I HAVE lived in my car. I HAVE been without a place to go. I HAVE experienced not eating during a day's time in my life. And this is not about me, so hold your drawers until you hear me out.

Two words: Katrina survives.

The folks on the Gulf Coast still fight to live, still fight to survive, still fight to keep themselves moving forward....still fight. And one wonders how. There are STILL people....three fucking years later....who have no home. No electricity. No jobs. None, zero, empty, nada. In THIS country...the richest to ever see the earth in its green, its blue, its brown, black, yellow, white colors...For any of this to happen at all, let alone continue...I am absolutely ashamed and angry. According to what I saw today, 43%....nearly HALF, folks ... of people who were displaced by the August 2005 hurricane remain in that same state of limbo. There are babies born who have never had a home. There are children who don't know what it's like to sleep in their own beds at night. There are parents who have not been able to get back to work, because the displacement also got rid of employers. There are jobs that will never be regained all along the Coast itself. There are families who -- three fucking years later -- have yet to be reunited.

I personally have never seen a local, state or federal official stand up and share with the world what they did wrong and what they have tried to do to prevent such a catastrophic reaction to such a large-scale emergency happen again. None. And so much of the time we sit back and say to ourselves...."It's not MY job..."

Well....goddammit....YES IT IS.

And this administration sits by and does....??? Eventually it all comes back to politics. I know that unless someone out here has found a senator with a great big cock, or an official with a pussy that can talk to you....that no one wants to talk about politics. And I recognize that...what we do for each other is a release, a sharing, an escape from judgment. But on issues like these, where those who need more are totally ignored, it seems...well, something, somewhere in our lives has to change. Even on a small, let-me-help-this-guy level....Street people and the invisible homeless are NOT the same thing. And we are aware enough in our lives to see the difference. We are NOT stupid. What we are is apathetic. A major rule of life these days: People HATE change....If it doesn't affect us in OUR wallets, OUR families, OUR backyards, then it's happening to someone else. The middle class has disappeared; there seems to be only two now -- rich and poor...and the line on the poor is getting higher every day. Do you know, folks, that until the beginning of this year, the Federal minimum wage in the US was $5.15? And it stayed at that level for nearly 11 YEARS!!! Do some math for yourselves... So you see, what I refer to here was not some heavy thunderstorm. Hurricane Katrina literally changed the way we live our lives. And not in a good way.

If I started a drive to get a donation well of some kind among us, would you be interested? Drop me a line...you see my e-mail address on my profile. I appreciate the fact that you listened this far. I could use suggestion here. I'll be more than happy to coordinate anything. I'll create a new blog for you all to write to... I'll gather some resources in your town if you don't want to do it... You get to a point in life where you simply need to be proactive for yourself. And for your friends in trouble. And yes...for people you don't even know. Please talk to me. Even if you don't agree with any of this, I will respect you for reacting. But somewhere along the way...

...We all have to take care of each other.

The Harem -- The Cheating Wife

"Fuck this woman, Ron. Fuck her good and loud and mean it. Put her legs behind her head
and take that pussy in your mouth. Make her take your cum into her mouth as much as possible. She is a fucking fuckwhore. And she just loves it..." That's what her friend Jules told me. Hot, refreshing words, really.... I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I don't just want some pussy, Jules. I want someone who gets it, who gets me." "Let me continue, Ron..." she said, taking a long sip of her glass of wine. "She is also intelligent and aware of life. She loves people, loves being available to them, loves to get involved. She is accomplished and streetsmart and lots of other things." Now it started to have potential.

Topped off with..."And...she loves to fuck." Now...if only a woman like that was....well, that was another story.

It was an early autumn day, filled with sunlight and seascape. The idea that the Cheating Wife had was a wonderfully hot, interesting one, saturated with the possibility of providing a memorable experience...and who knew...maybe one to repeat under different circumstances. Jules and her buddy Nick would provide the resort opportunity. It was my job to pick up CW and take her to where we were going. She had been able to free up a couple of days for herself, and she needed it badly. What a woman this was. Fiery red hair that capped a mind full of wonder and resourceful energy. A body to just fucking pound on, whether you were man or woman. An attitude dripping a sexual aura that anyone would love to own. I personally had known only a couple of women like this. For me, this was suddenly a holiday.

We met at the appointed restaurant. CW had a bag packed; she wore a bright red top, some jeans and heels...that casual/trashy look that I just loved in women who could look good that way. And fuck, she surely did. I parked quickly. CW came running to me, carelessly leaving her bag behind at the door for a moment. "Oh my God, RON!!!" She threw herself at me and enveloped me in her womanness. Great tits, pure and simple. Firm and round and comfortable against my chest. We both held each other, laughing impulsively. I grabbed her ass and slapped it a good one. She giggled like a schoolgirl. "You look fabulous, honey. How are you?" "Better now, Ron" she smiled. "I can't believe I'm doing this. What did Jules tell you about me?" "Well, this is gonna be a good time. And if you don't like it, don't worry, we'll find our own place for the night." "Sounds good to me! Lemme buy you a drink, honey." So we went inside for a couple of minutes and relaxed. We were in no damned hurry. I was helping her satisfy a fantasy, after all. And she was....well, a new friend with a kindred spirit. A half-hour of drinks and flirting and out-and-out groping later, we were in the car on the way to the airport.

"Okay, now tell me, dammit. Where are we going???" "When we get to the airport, you'll see. You'll be so jazzed, you'll cum all over me." She chuckled. "Ron....you're all right. I was nervous about this...but you're quite charming. And that head...." She reached up and patted my shaven head...."Oh, God. Smooth." "Well, unless you want a rough ride between your legs, I figured I should be all clean." "Don't you worry, I can take it. Give it to me any way you want." Now it was my turn to laugh. "Your wish...." We got to the counter. Checked our bags. Show our IDs. And then the attendant blew it. "Enjoy the flight. I always wanted to go to Key West..." The Cheating Wife jumped up and down. "NO! We're going to Key West?? I've never been there!!! Fuck YES!!!" And she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me as I carried her laughing and swaying to the security walk. We got through all of that, and the entire walk to the gate, CW would not let go of my arm. Frankly, it was a nice feeling.

A two-hour flight. During the flight, I decided that my fun would begin as soon as I could get her in a seat. As we took off, I said to her quietly "Grab the blanket there." "Nah, it's much too hot..." I stared at her. "CW, grab...the...blanket." She needed no more prompting. She put it over her lap. "Now....undo your fly." No hesitation. She unbuckled her jeans and zipped down to the bottom. I put one arm around her and the other under the blanket. I slipped two meaty fingers into her cunt....she was already wet and smooth, so there was no effort at all. I whispered in her ear "I am gonna make you cum in 30 seconds. You just stay in my eyes. Understand?" "I dare you, you fucker..." she said with a smile in her voice. The gauntlet had been thrown. I spread her wetness all over everything I could touch. I said to her "Ready?" CW nodded. "Make me cum, Ron." I put my thumb on her clit, a nice thick one. I started rubbing my fingers on her G-spot and manipulating her button at the same time. A woman this exciting, this excited, couldn't fail to cum in a hurry. And under her breath -- a very difficult thing to do -- she labored.... "oh, you son of a bitch....ohfuck...ohmygod....ohfuckme....fuck....!" We got closer than I wanted when the stewardess strolled up. "Would you like something --" She looked down and saw my moving hand -- to drink?" Straight to CW, whose face was flushed, who couldn't say a word. And a remarkable thing happened. The stewardess turned around and scooted as closely to CW as possible....She recognized what was happening and tried to cover the event....and CW let it go. "OhgodohgodoooohhhhhOOOHHHH!!!" She buckled in her seat on this full plane, and the stewardess was IN on it! CW kept a nice roll going and broke out into a wet glow. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" As much under her breath as she could hold it.... When she finally came down, all flushed and sweating, the stewardess leaned down to her. "I just did this two days ago....Be careful." And she winked at both of us. I pulled my hand and she rapidly took it, sucking her self off my fingers. Nibbling, biting. And totally wanting. This was gonna be a trip....

Touchdown. Car rental. Two-hour drive. In the car, I made her jerk off for the truckers that drove by….she absolutely ate it up. Once she pulled the dildo out of her purse (how did THAT go with security at the airport?) and simply took her jeans off. She pushed aside everything and spread her legs. When I pulled up beside a semitruck for Jimmy Dean, she stuck one leg out the window and furiously fucked herself for this trucker. And I made sure he got a good look, too. Fucked herself hard, just how I like it. When she orgasmed, she screamed a bit….this may have been a first for her as well, such an open display of rawness. And the trucker pulled on his horn from above. When she finished, we both waved and moved on. THAT was hot.

We finally arrived at the Crowne Plaza and checked in. To be frank, after the flight and the drive, we were pretty well spent. CW called Jules to let her know we were gonna take some time to relax and recover…it was only 1:00 PM…we had lots of time and the next day to discover each other. So I sat down, ordered some small room service snack for us to share, and CW went to the shower….Oh, yes, I wanted her badly, and it was all I could do to not enter that shower with her. But I needed some time of my own…that happens when one gets a bit older….and it bugged me to fucking death. I wanted to be at my peak for this magical woman, so I refrained. As she came out, she looked at me, a bit disappointed: “Why didn’t you come in? There was plenty of room….” I was honest with her. “CW, I want to be at my best when I fuck you. And fuck you. Call it vanity, if you like. I call it self-preservation.” She laughed heartily. “You don’t think I know what kind of a man you are?” She reached out in her glorious nakedness and pinched my nipples….not shy, this one. And I loved it. “Don’t you worry” she said quietly. “We’ll take care of each other.” And she gave me a kiss on my forehead. I went in to take my own shower.

It felt good….when I came out, the room service had arrived and CW was on the bed, once again masturbating. God, I loved that….just do it when you feel it, wherever you are. She saw me and through the haze in her eyes said “Suck on me. Please suck on my pussy.” I easily slipped down and threw her legs on either shoulder. I stuck my tongue out and, starting at the ‘tweener, I licked upward like a dog who was really hungry. She squealed “OHFUCK…..feels like sandpaper that way….FUCK!” I expertly flicked my tongue on her labia, nice and fleshy and ready for play. I nibbled and tongued my way upward until I got to her clit. I placed it in my mouth and began small clockwise circles on it, driving her to a new place…. “DAMN, Ron, you do know… how…to suck my cunt….ohmygod….fuck yes…” When I changed direction and circled the other way, that did it for her… “OHMYGODRON….JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST…. OHSHITTHAT’SGOOD….OHHHHYESS……YOUFUCKER, YES….OHHHH!!!” And she started cumming on my face right then and there. I kept myself down there and when she eased her spasm, I used my tongue as a baby cock and tonguefucked her, slamming my face into her hard. I wasn’t being nice, but I wanted to give her something special; she was that kind of woman. After doing that for a while, I clamped my mouth back onto her clit. Moving around it expertly and changing speeds as I went. And it was working for her. She started slapping my head like a bongo drum, it turned her on so much. And once she was talking, it was a nice, steady stream…. “GODYESRON…. OHFUCKYES….THAT’SSOFUCKINGOHHHHHHFUCK…..

FUCKYESFUCK….. GODTHATFEELSGOOD….MAKEMECUMMAKEMECUM……OHMYGOD…YES…. YESSSSS……YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!!” And at the ready of her next orgasm, I began to hum on her clit…one of my favorite things to do to a woman…. it’s like a human vibrator. And she absolutely reveled in it….Oh my god, this woman….fuck yes…

I ate her out for probably fifteen, twenty minutes. Awaiting the time to come. The next day or so would prove memorable for all.

It finally came to meeting for dinner. We met in one of the hotel restaurants. Jules and CW started hugging and kissing and saying things like ‘oh my god are we really doing this’. Nick and I shook hands and made small talk for the moment while they caught up. We all finally sat down and ordered dinner. Kind of a feeling-out period. Nick had never met CW and he made no attempt to hide his pleasure… “Jules, you were right… she is a gorgeous woman!” Jules said “I never lie. If I can’t tell the truth, I’ll just shut my mouth.” CW: “Talk to me, Nick. Tell me about you.” And so it went. A good couple of hours at dinner, laughing and eating and sharing…just the right thing to start it all off. In the middle of it all, Nick started to chuckle. He was running his hand along CW’s leg – easy access, thanks to the summer dress she wore -- and about half way up, his hand ran into Jules’ hand….both of them having the same thought at the same time. I just burst out laughing at it all…. “Well, I can see where I stand here tonight.” Everyone joined in the laughter, apologies galore, and dinner continued along its merry way.

As we all entered the large suite that Nick had taken care of, the first thing was Jules, immediately taking her clothes off…. “God, thank you, I’ve wanted to do that all fucking night!” CW said “Damn, Jules….at least let’s all get in the door.” CW reached into her purse and pulled out a clear dildo, throwing it over to Jules. “Here…show us. We’ll catch up in a minute.” She reached over to me and said under her breath “Thank you, Ron. Thank you for all this.” I pulled her to me with one arm in the small of her back, holding on firmly while I kissed her. Her lips were pliable and warm, a nice red/copper lipstick decorating their pouty fullness. Those tits pushing against me…Goddamnit, I love that shit. I turned her around to look at Jules, now fucking herself steadily with the dildo, and Nick, who was now naked and stroking his cock. I made CW stand there, and I started taking her clothes off, commanding the other two “Watch this body. Watch what I do to it.” I got down on my knees and put my head under her dress. Starting at her knees, I kissed and nibbed and kneaded my way slowly up to her pussy, now already wet with its hot and dripping down her legs. I rolled her navy blue lace panties down from her torso. She offered a quiet little squeal as I did so and spread her legs while standing there, the panties gathering around her right ankle. “Oh fuck” Nick said, and he went down on Jules, taking the toy from her hands. “Keep watching” I said. CW began a labored breathing… “My fucking goodness, Ron….don’t you stop!” “You really think I’d stop now?”

I pulled upward on the dress and over her head it went easily. The matching bra was next. All this time, CW was so excited, she could hardly stand. I had to put my arm around her waist to hold her up. Expertly I removed the bra with the free hand, releasing those endlessly feminine, exciting breasts for all to see. Her nipples stood out so far and were hard and ready. I kept her heels on her… one of those guys things, you know. I bent her over and put two fingers into her waiting cunt. I found that rough spot that women have and concentrated on it…. I wanted to make her cum while she was standing there…I made her the center of attention. And it didn’t take long… “ohRonoohhhRonyouaresofuckinghotRonohRon….OHHHHH!!!” She started cumming and reached around behind her to hold on to me. “Stay up, honey” I said to her. “You stay on your feet!” “OHMYGOOOOOODDDDDD!!!” Her own cum began to drip down her leg….I LOVED this woman’s reaction in orgasm…so wet…so fucking hot! “Jesus, CW…you really ARE a hot little bitch” Jules said in admiration as Nick kept up a fiery pace on her pussy with his own mouth. When CW was finished, I threw her onto the other bed in the suite – they were side by side – and quickly took off my own clothes.

For the first time in a while, my cock popped right up, ready for action…and why not? Look what he was gonna fuck…

I shoved my cock roughly into CW’s mouth and hopped on it good… “Suck it, CW…Be my little bitch for me. Come on…suck it!” And she did, in spectacular fashion, driving her face into my cock. I shaved it extra smooth just for this occasion, and she absolutely loved it. Grabbing her hair, I fucked her mouth hard and loose, just as I wanted to do… I love it that way. CW came right along with me, seeming to love the fury that I wanted to share with her. Nick had mounted Jules by now and was fucking her good, loosening that cunt up for his own pleasure, while Jules reached across the space between the beds and clutched CW’s hand. When she did that, CW paused for only a moment…smiled at Jules….and resumed the facefuck she was getting. I was really close to cumming, but I wanted to make it last longer, so I pulled out. “Rub your clit, honey. Right now, rub it hard!” She moved her right arm down to her pussy and manipulated herself quickly and lustfully. I shoved my cock into her just as roughly as I did into her mouth. I fucked her hard, then slow, then hard again, changing speeds and listening to her reactions. Once again, in short order, CW began her cum. To her surprise, Jules was cumming at the same time. Both women were very vocal and noisy… a real turn-on for me. Imagine the back and forth of profane exchange here, with their hands still clasped together: “ohgodohgodRonfuckmefuckme….” “godgodgodgod…ohmygod…fuckme…” “Jesusgodgimmethatcock…” “ComeonCWfuckmefuckmeyoubitchCWfuckme…” “Juleslooklooklookwatchmecumhoneywatchmeeeeeee…FFFUUUCCCKKKK!!!” And CW gave me a squishy, noisy cum that suddenly turned into a puddle on the bed…she was squirting while I was fucking her! Fabulous! And these two hot women were squeezing hands together so tight…it was quite a shared experience here. Now Nick was ready to cum. “Bring it over here!” I said hurriedly. “If you’re gonna cum, give it to her. This little whore is ready for anything!” Jules shoved him off and over. “Go, baby, give it to her!” So while I am fucking CW, Nick comes over jerking his cock into the waiting mouth of a woman who was still in the throes of her own gorgeous orgasm. “AHHHHFUUCCCKKK!!!” he cried in relief. As he was cumming, Jules reached under him and brusquely shoved a wet finger up the man’s ass to get to his prostate. As she did so, Nick yelped in pleasure, jerking himself to the side of CW’s face, where the rest of his cum found a home on her. I am frantic now, wanting my own orgasm. When I got there, I let go of CW so only my cock was touching her. And as I am wont to do, I drastically slow down my pace to make the orgasm more intense. “FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!! UNNNNHHH!!! FUCKMMMMEEEEEE!!!!”

I pulled out rapidly, because I needed to see her watch me shooting my cum on her tits, her belly, her cunt. Some of it got on Jules, who expertly slid her hand over and scooped it up. CW was a quivering heap. Cum all over her. A great wet puddle between her legs. She couldn’t move. Every person in the place had seen the promised land….and we had only been in the room for about a half hour.

I sat back on the bed. Nick retreated to the other bed. Believe it or not, we high-fived each other! In the meantime, CW had climbed onto Jules’ face and was grinding her now-loose cunt into her. “JESUS….I always wanted to do this to you, you whore….” Jules just responded with a tighter mouth grip. I watched intently as these two women gave each other the pleasure of friendship AND of sexual lust. My cock suddenly began to spring back to life….so I stroked it. CW was watching me and mouthed wordlessly “Stroke it, baby. For me. Lemme watch!” The closer I got to my own orgasm, the closer she got. We locked eyes and kept our silent seduction going. Fuck yes, this was just what I liked in a woman….this kind of ‘get-there-any-way-you-can” attitude. To my amazement, I shot another load….this woman was really good for my spirit, let me tell you… and CW suddenly grabbed Jules’ hair below her in a frenzied lust: “oooooooOOOOOOHHHHFUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!...YESJUSTLIKETHATMAKE… MAKEMMEEEEECUUUUMMMMM!!!!” And it all dripped down Jules’ cheeks…the familiar noises of gushy orgasm on this slut’s face from another slut…and they both loved it, inwardly wondering why it never happened before….All of us naked. Satiated. We couldn’t keep up this pace; no one could. But damn, we were gonna try…And CW, well….what a great woman…bottle it and sell it straight up. Very few have made me feel that way…

And we both wanted more. The night was still young…:)

Wants and Needs

Just one quick hello to all and a blanket statement:

DAMN, I WANT SOME PUSSY!!!

....lol....one of those days, friends...

The Harem -- Kyra

Inevitably it had to happen...

Kyra was doing what she often does on a Saturday. Her husband was sleeping in. She went to the grocery. She went to the post office. She did a fair number of errands. An attractive, curvy woman with eyes that danced when she smiled. A voice that melted ice. An obviously sexual, erotic woman who craved to be fucked by someone. Not necessarily anyone, mind you, but Kyra was feeling, well, solitary. Singular. She had been feeling quite distant for a while. Wanting and needing to give and receive attention. Intimate, physical. Hard and purposeful. Her mind was constantly filled with images that she had to someday either act on or observe. She had not been touched or eaten out or talked to for a long time. And this Saturday would finally prove to be different.

She decided that this day would be the day to realize something she'd always wanted to do... whatever it was.

Kyra went to Nordstrom. The coffee shop there was elegant and comfortable. So she sat down and had a light latte. Opened a store catalog and began flipping through the pages. The store itself was light in business for the moment....it was 10:30 AM, after all. Lots of folks wouldn't get out until the afternoon. Suddenly something caught her eye...She couldn't believe what she saw, and she kept it to herself. Her chair was angled to see into a dressing room, where she breathlessly viewed a pair of feminine legs in blue heels. Some clothes were strewn beside her. She seemed to be leaning against a wall of the cubicle...where a man's torso abruptly appeared inside as well. He was on his knees in front of her, giving her head...or at least Kyra thought that's what she saw. There was another table open that would give a better look. So she quickly and stealthily moved to that next table for a better look. Her own pussy was twitching hard, and she had to step slowly. She began to quietly hum to herself....where in the hell did that come from? But she knew it was a signal....

As she sat down, Kyra saw that it was, indeed, what she thought it was. This man was shaking his face hard into this pussy that was spread open for him, and frantic arms grabbed his head. That was followed by shoving his head further into her cunt, as she put a leg up on the bench for balance. Kyra found herself reaching down into her crotch and rubbing her cunt with her hand and her nails....which penetrated through the denim and made her softly cry out. This went on for a few minutes, until security strolled over to the cubicle and knocked on the door. Kyra stopped her wanna-fuck and watched. The door was opened and the two inside frantically put their clothes back on and themselves together. They were being escorted out. Kyra saw this and gathered her own things. Who were these people and why aren't they coming over here?

She followed them out the door at a safe distance, because no matter how badly she wanted a part in this, Kyra knew this was one of those risks that she always dreamed about and could never really act upon. The woman was attractive, tanned, wearing a forest-green sundress and heels to match. He was comfortably dressed in a tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. Both of them made Kyra salivate inside..."And I've never really been with a woman!" The thought bolted through her mind...and the anticipation of what she was chasing made her pussy wet and her mind wander.

The couple walked a couple of blocks and turned a corner. Kyra, still keeping her distance, picked up her pace a bit to make sure they stayed in sight. When she went around the corner, she saw that they were gone. She stood and did a panoramic turn to cover all her bases. When she realized that they had disappeared, she slowly strolled into a waiting bar/restaurant. It was close to noon and the place was pleasant, filled with patrons enjoying their lunch and their friends. She sat....The waiter came over. "Hi, welcome to Ronnie's Hideaway." He was cute enough, certainly, but not what she was in the mood for at the moment. Her juices were turned on, and Kyra needed...something. "Oh, why the hell not. A Manhattan, please" she said quietly. He left her a menu and walked away.

The memory of what she saw was burned into her mind. Kyra took a long drink of the water on the table. There was lemon on the side, so she put a slice into the glass. Twirled it around. Drank some more. Her hand drifted down to her crotch again. The vision of the man's head being forced into that waiting cunt kept coming to her over and over. The waiter brought her cocktail to her. The tablecloth hid her moves from him as she said "Thank you. I'll order in a moment." She looked around the place; everyone was preoccupied. Kyra stared off into her mirage, seeing that head roughly running side to side on the pussy, hands all over his head, pulling his hair. Kyra drove the heel of her hand into her pubic bone; she had to feel something NOW. All was being put to the side in favor of this rough, rotating motion on her pussy through the jeans. More and more. Harder and harder she did herself, not believing how brave...or how foolish...this event could become. Closer and closer she approached her own cum. Damn, this was fucking HOT, she cried inwardly...and she didn't care who was watching. Finally...finally she began to feel the familiar pangs of orgasm. It shot up into her head and back down...."UUUNNNHHH!" She tried to stifle her vocal reaction and did, to some degree, but a woman at the table to Kyra's right turned around to see where the noise came from. She didn't notice Kyra's flushed face, the driving right arm hammering down onto her cunt, being absolutely forced to cum....which came in a second wave, to Kyra's utter surprise: "FUUCCKKK!!" she cried out, not quite quashing her voice this time. Hell, by now she didn't care. But she did let up on herself...slowly....because this was a thrill she didn't anticipate.

Now the waiter came back. "What would you like today?" He knew she hadn't looked at the menu from its position on the table. Kyra, feigning some semblance of normalcy, blurted out: "Let me have a chef salad. Raspberry vinegarette on the side." "Very good, ma'am." And as he did before, the young waiter left as quickly as he had arrived.

Kyra went to the ladies' room. Inside the stall, where she made herself a bit more comfortable, she spread her legs and furiously rubbed her clit, all pretense shoved aside in the name of simple lust. "OHFUCK!" she said to herself. Her pussy was already drenched in Kyrajuice, and now it was a much easier self-fuck. Two finger inside herself: "Goddammit! Ohfuck...OHFUCK!" One of the occupied stalls suddenly opened up, and Kyra heard "Get a fucking room, tramp!...Jesus..." She laughed easily and kept up the steady fucking with her fingers. She took the nails on the other hand and kept flicking the now-swollen clit with vigor. Her vocal monster fell into place...."Fuckmeyoufucker....Jesus, I can't believe this....OHHOHHHOHOHHHH!!" Harder and faster she went at it, obliviously to the women walking in and out....she just wanted the cum, and nobody was going to take it away from her... "JEEEEE-SSSUUUSSS!" Kyra filled her pussy with three fingers and kept up the pressure with her other hand, angrily rubbing her clit. A torrent followed: "YOUMOTHERFUCKER....FUCK ME.....FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK....FFFFUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!" There it was, the one she wanted. And then...for the first time, Kyra began to squirt. "OHMYFUCKINGGODOHGOD!!!" It shot into the toilet like she was a damned race horse. This whole episode lasted only a couple of minutes, but to her, it was a glorious, unadulterated moment in her sexual history. She wanted it and she got it. Then...at last, she started coming down from the orgasmic high.

And still she wasn't through with herself.

In her purse was an egg-shaped vibrator. It had a remote attachment to it. Kyra calmed her body down and reached into that purse. Pulling out the egg, she slipped it easily into her waiting cunt. She pulled up her jeans, washed her hands like a good girl always does, and returned to her table........where her salad was waiting. And it actually looked really good. She began eating. Slowly, methodically, she poured the dressing onto her salad, as sensually as she could do it. Then she took a bite....DAMN, it was good. After the salad was about a third gone, she opened her purse and turned on the remote. The thick, shapely walls of those wonderful pussy lips started their vibrations from the effect of the feisty blue egg. When it all began, Kyra was startled by its suddenness.

One of the great fantasy scenarios of men...and this exciting little bitch was doing it to herself.

As the egg vibrated, Kyra's eating of the salad became a bit abrupt, a little labored...because, dammit, she couldn't concentrate on her meal. It felt so-o-o good in its constancy of movement. And seemed pretty quiet, even though most of those toys, she remembered, were too fucking noisy. She turned it up a notch and audibly exclaimed "OH!!!" The faster movement was just right for her, and she moved those pussy muscles to her own tune....those Kegels came in handy...The more she enveloped the toy, the more she got hot about it all. More and more it came, and she was getting close again. By now, her salad was nearly gone, and she didn't know it happened...by this point, Kyra was just along for the ride. And the egg was hitting her G-spot almost perfectly. She took one more bite of the salad. A long swig of the water. She crossed her legs and cracked up the remote to its high setting."ohohohohohohOHOHOHOHHHHHHGGGGOODDDDDDDDDD!!!" A huge orgasm immediately took over her sanity. "fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCK!!" She couldn't stop, she couldn't do anything except ride the fucker out until she couldn't cum anymore. On and on it went, feeling like she was on fire. Par for the course when you are a hot little slut like Kyra. Then she was forced to move..."OHGODDAMNIT...OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!" Her dirty mouth brought everyone in the restaurant into play. They watched her intently...some repulsed, some applauding, a couple actually joining in. Kyra had the remote in her hand. Her waiter came over. She threw herself into him with energetic flair...."PL-EEE-SS-EEE!!!! TU-RR-NN IT ALLTHEWAYUUUUUPPP!!!" The youngster was in shock, but a woman stepped up and grabbed it from her: "Hold on, honey!" And she cranked the fucker up to the ultimate. It knocked Kyra down onto the floor and she convulsed and laughed and cried and swore and did everything that a lady wouldn't do....but this was no lady, this was a real woman who was doing her own cunt in the best way she could.Suddenly for the second time in her life.....Kyra experienced squirting. A huge flood of Kyra filled her jeans, down her leg onto her shoes. She was spasming fiercely, out of energy and holding on to her consciousness. She looked up to see.....the young woman and her partner that she chased out of the store....they were smiling from ear to ear.....She said "Home, James!!!" They bent down to pick Kyra up off the floor. The remote was still on its high and so was Kyra.........

Then, breathless and spent, happy to be that way.........she awoke from her dream.

Her pussy was wet and twitching. She got all her faculties together and slowly realized....she had the whole day ahead of her....:)

Life

Just wanted to share this with you.

This morning, I'm in my coffeeshop... I firmly believe that everyone should be a regular somewhere. It's good to know that someone will say 'good morning' to you in a comfortable, friendly way. And you get to know folks in a more intimate way as well. AND I get to run a tab when the financials are in the way.

She was dressed in a light blue. She was smiling and open. She owned a Teri Garr kind of look. Yum..... Seemingly fine in her body, which was gorgeous and athletic in its own way. She was mid 40s or so and has obviously lived life. No ring on her finger. A dishwater blonde hair, thick and healthy. A hearty laugh. And she got her coffee, leaving much too soon. I want to know more. She was quite appealing....

And frankly, she was looking very fuckable. Stay tuned. This is someone I may want to pursue; time will take care of it. Kind of like a Holy Grail approach, without the Python...:)

Once.....Just Once...

In all my good fortune intimately, there is one event I've never experienced. I've offered it to others gladly and enjoyed the results on a few occasions. I share this in a wistful mood this morning. You have things on your mind...you come to the conclusion that some mistakes, well, you never seem to stop paying for...you still have so many things in your life, in your ambitions, on your plate that you want to share, and yet there's a hole...And you don't really know how to fill it properly...so you look for the solace, the comfort...you feel so singular sometimes, and even this rich forum that we all inhabit doesn't always make it for you....So...

I have never, never ever had a woman say to me: "Ron...you look like you need it. Let me take care of you..."

And just to lie back. Enjoy being given to. In whatever way I like, for as long as I like....

We all have dreams...this is one of many in my life. Especially in a lonely morning.

Let's Talk About....

...Infidelity...or the appearance of such. Or its reality. Either way, we are always much too hard on ourselves for exploring our desires. It's how we do it that produces the inner sanctum of turmoil.

I have the good fortune here to be in personal contact with several of you. I am proud to know such passionate, emotional, enjoyable folk, men and women alike. Recently I have been touched by a couple of friends whose involvement with lovers outside a primary relationship has them reeling a bit. I am one who would never, ever judge anyone unless it hurt me or those I love in a deeply personal way. We cannot help who we fall in love with -- those are feelings which simply cannot be restricted. It's a part of being human. But what we can do is control how we react to such situations. And here are some of my own views....so strap it in, here we go.

Loyalty in a primary relationship is what two people make of it. It should be fleshed out and examined as early as possible in the infancy of such a thing. It should also be established with the thought that these same two people have the obligation to grow within the relationship AND...yes...outside it as well. There are tenets that I have shared before that will never waver, because I believe them to be the benchposts for all relationships: friends, lovers, marriages, family, work, play, whatever label you wish to place on them.

TRUST -- Now what in the hell does that mean? To me, it's a simple idea that is very complicated in its implimentation. To trust someone, to truly trust them with your life, your loves, your ideas, your path, is the single most difficult thing we have in our lives. Because instead of offering up our trust initially, we wait to see if that trust is earned. If it's deserving. If it makes us comfortable. To give it to someone without having some idea that it is right is not only unwise, it is unsafe. I want to trust 'her' and the more interaction we have, the more I learn about whether I can do so or not.

But trust is absolutely useless to us without --

REAL COMMUNICATION....and I mean deep-down, substantial, nitty-gritty, what-does-it-mean-to-you talking about what's on your mind and in your heart. This is the other part of defining what a relationship is, in my opinion. We all have issues from our history, our lovers, our jobs, etc. How they affect our outlook on a potential partner is not only necessary to talk about, but vital to your own best interests. So you lay it all out on the table -- what you want, what you expect, what you like and don't like, how the relationship affects your own life, your own routine, philosophically, professionally, familially, sexually. I've said many times here that being open is so much more than who you suck and how much pussy you fuck. Walking the walk requires taking the risk to talk about it all. Once you talk about it and can establish some kind of common ground, then the trust can truly begin. In my life, the only real infidelity occurs when a partner or a friend ventures outside the agreed boundaries...and believe me, all relationship has and needs boundaries ... WITHOUT discussion or knowledge. If you feel that you are 'cheating' (and I hate words like this), then you just may be. But that is judgment we impose on ourselves, and it is painful and cruel to inflict a passionate spirit with such stilettos. There are many of us who cannot talk with our partners on such subjects because we fear their rejection... and yes, I have been there myself. An open relationship is just as evolving and growing as the closest lifelong friendship. But here is the problem.... we do not allow ourselves to take the chance that our mate will understand, because they might take it in the kind of personal way that we do not mean to offer. They may believe it to be a reflection of inadequacy on their part...or vice versa. In reality, it is all too common for us to stifle our impulses, our desires in order to not rock the boat. I personally have done my very best to allow the woman in my life, whoever she is, to know that not only do I have these desires...I want and encourage her to share those same things with me, and I focus on her first in discussion. The only rules that I have are these:

Wake up with me in the morning.
Go to bed with me at night.
Allow ourselves the magic opportunity to grow during the day.
Always TALK about what has arrived in your field of desire.

That's that. And even then, the rules are flexible and malleable, because we tend to grow at different speeds... As long as the foundation is there and is constantly referred to in my relationship, anything -- ANYTHING is possible and EVERYTHING is negotiable. And because I so fervently believe all this, I also extend it to all corners of the partnership. It is a choice to live openly. It is an obligation to do it responsibly. It is an opportunity to see it universally in our lives.

Okay. Bring it on; I love good debate and intelligent discussion. If you can show me that I might be wrong, I'm willing always to listen and consider. It's taken a lot of my 54 years to show what I believe here. Does anyone understand?

FINALLY.....Someone Understands....

THIS, at last, is why I fully intend to keep fucking when I'm ninety! Helen Mirren is attractive, intelligent, creative....and 63 years old!!! ....and yes, you can join me ......:)

The Harem -- Nitebyrd

"So hi, ladies....thanks for coming!" The bright, reassuring voice of the Nitebyrd allowed the women at the party to relax a bit. At last there was someone to lead the way. There were four women sitting around the room in various degrees of posture. Lisa was young, short, perky and excited about looking at all the adult toys displayed on the table. Marie was an older woman who was rediscovering her own sexuality; she was a bit nervous but certainly game. Sharon was the successful one and flaunted it in her dress...lessons to learn at this gathering... Suzanne was the one who was brave and willing to try anything.

"When's he gonna call?" Lisa chimed. "This is pretty cool!" She began to fondle the Rabbit and giggled like a school girl at its touch. Nitebyrd just smiled...."A few minutes, honey, don't worry." Sharon said "Well, I don't really need this, you know; my sex is fabulous!" Marie looked sharply at her: "Then why did you come?" "I was....curious", Sharon replied, wondering if her insecurity was showing. Nitebyrd calmed down the mood..."It's all gonna be fun. Would you just relax?'' She picked up a small egg vibrator and gave it to Sharon. " Here.... fuck yourself a little while... you'll be fine." Suddenly speechless, Sharon nevertheless held onto the red egg for herself.

Suzanne said quietly "You know...this is actually a hot thing to do. I've done it before, but not quite like this!" Nitebyrd laughed "Well, frankly, Suzanne, neither have I. So we all have something to look forward to, now don't we?" Lisa said "So what's he like?" Nitebyrd: "To be honest....I've never met him." All were in various stages of surprise. "You've never met him???" Suzanne chuckled. "Then how do you know he's not a pervert or something?" Nitebyrd looked around. "Aren't we all?" Then to all the women. "Okay.... here's something you don't know about me...." Marie laughed quietly. "Do we want to know?" All laughed. Nitebyrd calmly shared "I'm a blogger. A sex blogger. And so is he. I've been doing it for a while now, and it is absolutely freeing and opens you up to all kinds of things."

The phone rings.

"All right" says the Nitebyrd, feeling a little buzz in her pussy. "Just relax and enjoy." She hits the speaker button. "Good afternoon!"

"Hi, Byrd. How are you, honey?" "Oh, let's see....excited, nervous, horny, all at the same time." "Well, believe me, I am, too. This seems like such a great thing for all of us. How many are there?" "I count five. Lisa, Sharon, Marie, Suzanne, and me, naturally." "Hello, ladies, how are you?" Lisa was first. "Great. I'm Lisa. Where are you?" "I am in the Midwest. On my cel." Then it was Suzanne. "Hi, I'm Suzanne. I've never had phone sex quite like this." "Well, rest assured I haven't either! But as it goes, nothing ventured..." Marie: "Hello, I'm Marie, and I suddenly wish that my husband was here. Maybe he can learn something." Everyone laughed. "Oh, I'm not a teacher. I'm learning here just like you. But I do enjoy phone sex as a safe alternative, if you need one. Just as long as you recognize that everyone said and shared is for the lust, the enjoyment, the orgasm. And I promise you I'm gonna play here, too. I cum loudly and without holding back." Silence. "Hello?" Nitebyrd: "We're still here, don't worry. I don't think everyone here expected such bluntness." The caller tried to reassure everyone. "That's what it is, Byrd. It's a blunt, honest experience that can be whatever we want to make it. The fact that I have the opportunity to phonefuck five women at once.....Jesus, my cock is already hard!"

Sharon finally found her own voice. "Hello....I'm Sharon. And I don't know whether I belong here or not." Nitebyrd moved over to sit beside her. "Of course you do, honey, you most of all. Just keep an open mind." The caller agreed. "That's all I ever ask of anyone in my own life. If you don't want to play, then simply close your eyes and listen, Sharon. That's all." Suzanne: "Let's get to it, I'm horny!" Everyone laughs. Nitebyrd said "I'll be first, just to break the cherry."

"Okay, girls, let's get to it. Are we naked or clothed or somewhere inbetween?" At that cue, Nitebyrd stood up. "Well, I need it naked." And she slowly began to remove her clothing on a hot day. Suzanne and Lisa both joined in disrobing. Suzanne looked at Lisa: "My God, you're really hot, Lisa. Nice nipples." Lisa giggled nervously. "I love to have a man give them LOTS of attention." The caller: "Oh, don't you worry, honey, I'm on it." Everyone paused for a moment to listen on the line. "I have lube on my cock and I"m stroking it so you can hear. Can you?" And he stroked his cock for a bit. The sound of stroking up and down.....up and down....All the women froze to listen, anticipating the next few minutes. "Jesus, I've never heard that before. FUCK." Marie, the oldest one in the group, reached down into her pants and felt her cunt, now surprisingly wet and swollen. She moved her clit slowly and easily in the way she liked. Nitebyrd laid down by the phone. "Fuck me. Please fuck me any way you want." Sharon was suddenly breathless at such a brazen display, but remained quiet in her peach sundress.

"There we go.....that's how we like it at my house. Jump in....quickly." His breathing is already a little labored....after all, the newness of this experience was getting to everyone. "I'm just gonna keep stroking my cock here, girls. I..am...gonna be dirty....and open...and...Ihope that you...are finding your pussy....come on....Suzanne....you...fucking yourself?"

And it was amazing how suddenly every woman in the room, save for Sharon, did just that. Jumping right in.

"Oh fuck yes!" Suzanne was actually fucking her pussy with two fingers, and she was not being polite about it. "Jesus, this is so-o-o-o goddamned hot!!" She began slapping herself, both figuratively in her masturbation....and literally in the slapping sound. The caller gushed "Damn, woman, you are fun!" He poured a little more lubrication onto his six-inch cock and slowed down...."oh fuckyes....I'm stroking it nice and slow....teasing myself...fuck....ohfuck....yes..." Marie was quietly enjoying the listening and pulled her slacks down to access herself more easily..."Oh....OH.....God.....fuck....OH...."

Lisa, naked and now holding nothing back, walked over to the speaker. She got on her knees, her favorite position to jerk herself, and spread herself open. She then turned around and grabbed the Rabbit she had eyed since she arrived. "Nitebyrd, are these ready?" And Nitebyrd...well, it was a nonstop verbal chant for her..."ohfuckohyesIamstrokingmycuntjust... ohfuckjusthowyoulikeit....youmotherfuckerfuckme...yes...Lisa, they are all ready....ohfuckme.... fuckmefuckme...."

Caller: "Godyes....come on now....go a little faster....find that rough little spot up top there.... go get it....yeah....yeah.....that's it...." And he began stroking his cock a little faster, a little more purpose in the hand fuck...."Come on Byrd, you come and fuck me you fucking bitch....yeah, that's it...come ON, give it to me....." Nitebyrd suddenly comes alive "Go-d-d-d-ammit, yes, fuck me you bitch, fuck me....yes....yes......Jesus, youfucker....you are FABULOUS..... fuckme....!!!"

Sharon, watching all this, finally is moved to touch herself a bit. She raised her dress up to her waist. She reached down to her throbbing pussy. She began to manipulate her clit. Four...five little rotations.....now she goes a little faster, because it just feels so good. Lisa is moving her hands around the Rabbit and thrusting into it, hard and fast and loud..."UHHHDHHDHDH!!!" Incomprehensible, but totally understood by everyone in the game....Marie now cannot hold back her own cum "UNNNNHHHHH....OHHHHHHH!!!!!!" She furiously kicked off her slacks and now had freedom in her legs...."OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!" Thrashing and kicking. The caller was moved "Oh fuck, who is that?" Nitebyrd, breathlessly in the middle of her own selffuck: "Marie....Jesus, she's HOT to watch, too!" Everyone looked at Marie as she cums for herself. It set Lisa off. She violently shoved the Rabbit into her cunt and cried. "OHMYGODOHMYGOD... OHMYGOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!" Screaming at the top of her lungs. Suzanne put herself right at Nitebyrd's cunt. "Sit on me, honey....hurry!!!" Nitebyrd straddled Suzanne's face in a fury and began to grind, not being nice but being as lustful and bitch-filled as she could....

The caller continued his endless chant: "Yeah, you bitch...comeonandsuckmeoff....fuck...fuck... fuckmehoney....fuckyes....fuckfuckfuck....." In the background of the phone he suddenly heard from Nitebyrd "NOW YOUFUCKING CUNT....NOW....BITEMYPUSSY...BITEIT, GODDAMMIT....SUCKITHARD...OHHHHHHHFFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKK!!! And she hit her orgasm in a wind of lust that she hadn't felt in quite a while. Suzanne, beneath Nitebyrd and giving her all she could, now starts her own orgasm. With juicy pussy in her mouth, she yelled "uuuunnnnhhhhh.....UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHH!!!" Oh my God, it was hot for every woman in the room.

Now the caller couldn't hold back anymore: "JJJJEEESSSUUUSSSS!!!! FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!! FFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!" He shot his load all over his cock, his belly, the carpeting.... his own orgasm last nearly a minute or so....that's how hot this all was....

Finally....finally.... Marie shouted "Look over here!" And there was Sharon. Coming so hard and furiously....three fingers in her pussy....one hand pinching her breast and nipple as painfully as she could take it....and not making a sound. She was frozen in her spasm, the only thing moving being her hand in its harsh in-and-out slap of her own cunt.... She collapsed and began to softly cry. This was her first orgasm in months. And it showed.

When everyone calmed down at last, Nitebyrd got off Suzanne's soaked face. She kept the mood light for everyone. To the phone she said "Well, Ranger, looks like your job is done here." All chuckled. The caller laughed and said "Girls, that was just what I needed today. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. And Lisa.....that Rabbit is yours, honey. Everyone gets a gift today....courtesy of the mystery voice." They all squealed like they were in an Oprah audience. Even Sharon, who could hardly move. She said in a weak, but happy voice:

"When's the next party, Nitebyrd? And how do you use this little egg?"