You all know me pretty well....I hide very little and I live as openly as anyone can, I believe. I'm putting it out here that I'm interested in finding a regular phone sex partner. I enjoy it, always have, and I used to have a couple of women who enjoyed it with me. But time marches on, and I have no one in that place to play with.
Write me and let me know if you are interested. I'm articulate, imaginative and very aware of the respect that you need. I look forward to hearing from you all....
Enjoy your day!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The Seven Deadly Sins
I chuckled when I saw this at JRM's place. So I decided to try it.....Some things never change.
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
| Greed: | Low | |
| Gluttony: | Low | |
| Wrath: | Very Low | |
| Sloth: | Very Low | |
| Envy: | Medium | |
| Lust: | Very High | |
| Pride: | Very Low |
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Yearnings
I'm in the midst of tech week for a play that opens this weekend. Just in a mood to share things today that I want in my life. You might find them an informative collage of a middle-aged man with the energy of youth and a slight accumulation of knowledge.
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1. I want to travel. I've done surprisingly little of it in my life, and I feel a tremendous urge to do so.
2. I want an uncomplicated relationship. I realize that's an oxymoron, so it probably should be amended to state "...a relationship with as few complications as possible." More on this in another post.
3. I want the wolf to cease baying at my door. Let me breathe a bit.
4. I want to relax and be catered to for a while. I've never really experienced that.
5. I want some real pussy that will just make me beg for more. Not all the time; I don't want to be greedy. But once in a while, just to know that it's there when I want it. For MY pleasure, because she or they want to be there.
6. I want some new Western boots. I'm too poor at present to get them.
7. I want to have more folks in my life who are open and free and nonjudgmental. Don't we all....
8. I want to know that I've made a difference somewhere.
9. I want to wake up some morning with my cock in a woman's mouth...just because...:)
10. I want to build a ranch and raise horses.
11. I want to learn to fly. Took three lessons about ten years ago. Stopped because of the expense.
12. I want a new car....just for something more dependable.
13. I want to sing again. Haven't had a gig in over a year.
14. I want to pay for all the women in my Harem to come to Chicago. Let them bring who they want to bring with them for a week - spouses, family, friends, whatever...and I want to fuck and suck all of them at my leisure....and I want them to enjoy themselves...
15. I want to write a book. What kind remains to be seen. I obviously have written for the theatre and have been produced onstage. But I have more I want to say.
16. I want to know who my friends really are at this point in my life.
17. I want to earn your respect.
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I invite your comments. I enjoy your company.
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1. I want to travel. I've done surprisingly little of it in my life, and I feel a tremendous urge to do so.
2. I want an uncomplicated relationship. I realize that's an oxymoron, so it probably should be amended to state "...a relationship with as few complications as possible." More on this in another post.
3. I want the wolf to cease baying at my door. Let me breathe a bit.
4. I want to relax and be catered to for a while. I've never really experienced that.
5. I want some real pussy that will just make me beg for more. Not all the time; I don't want to be greedy. But once in a while, just to know that it's there when I want it. For MY pleasure, because she or they want to be there.
6. I want some new Western boots. I'm too poor at present to get them.
7. I want to have more folks in my life who are open and free and nonjudgmental. Don't we all....
8. I want to know that I've made a difference somewhere.
9. I want to wake up some morning with my cock in a woman's mouth...just because...:)
10. I want to build a ranch and raise horses.
11. I want to learn to fly. Took three lessons about ten years ago. Stopped because of the expense.
12. I want a new car....just for something more dependable.
13. I want to sing again. Haven't had a gig in over a year.
14. I want to pay for all the women in my Harem to come to Chicago. Let them bring who they want to bring with them for a week - spouses, family, friends, whatever...and I want to fuck and suck all of them at my leisure....and I want them to enjoy themselves...
15. I want to write a book. What kind remains to be seen. I obviously have written for the theatre and have been produced onstage. But I have more I want to say.
16. I want to know who my friends really are at this point in my life.
17. I want to earn your respect.
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I invite your comments. I enjoy your company.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
The Harem -- JRM and Friend...
"COME ON, you bitch...GIVE IT UP!"
The sun was shooting crimson arrows through the Canadian morning air. There was coffee and bagels and the proper condiments on a cart nearby. The hotel room had a warm, comforting decor and the bed was so big, it could have been a paradeground. JRM had her eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling. She wished for a cock or two and a pair of hips to wrapped her lovely body around, but that would have to wait until later. Right now, the whore inside her was busy….
"GODDAMN, THAT'S GOOD....JESUS, THAT'S SO-O-O-O GOOD!"
Both of her hands were wrapped around a ten-inch vibrating dildo with little baby rubber spikes on it. She was fucking her cunt as hard and as fast as she could. Vancouver business would wait a bit. Right now, she needed a fierce, loud cum and she needed it immediately. Little beads of sweat began to appear on her body. She'd already had a couple of small orgasms and went hunting for a big one. She was ramming, literally ramming this purple dick in her cunt so hard that most of it was disappearing and reappearing like a fucking jackhammer. Goddamn, she wanted this so much. An orgasm that might very well put her back to sleep....
But then again...
"FUCKME...FUCKME....YEAH, THAT'S IT, BABY, FUCKME....!!!"
Again and again, JRM plunged the dildo into her cunt, loving how it hurt and felt good at the same time. Suddenly, she heard a voice..."Here, baby, lemme put this in your ass. You are so FUCKING HOT to watch!" M had quietly lubed up a long, slender plug to shove up her ass and now was prepping JRM's bud with lube as well. Then she expertly slid the plug ever-so-slowly into that waiting asshole. JRM was aware of how good it felt, but oblivious to its presence. She was going for that ultimate masturbatory pleasure, and nothing was going to stop her. M went back to her own perch, spreading her legs and fucking herself furiously with three fingers.
"FUCK, M, I'MSOFUCKINGCLOSE!!! AHHYESDAMMITYES...."
M had already cum three times in that half hour, the last one making her squirt onto the carpet in an intense rush that had her quivering. JRM was approaching her goal now and had made a foot-long mark on the sheets with her own honey. She was now losing her breath at last. She had fucked herself for about fifteen minutes straight at this pace and had reached a boundary where she was either going to cum or collapse in exhaustion....
Don't you worry...
M turned up the power on the vibe remote. And...There it was. That tingle, that slow shock that built in her cunt and it was there...
"WATCHME, M, WATCHME.....GODDAMNYOUWATCHMECUM...." "YOU'D BETTER CUM, YOUBITCH, INEEDTOSEEYOUCUMMM...!"
Fuck yes, the voice in her pussy said, it's about fucking time...let's do this, you fun slut...And...it begun very deeply inside....
"ooo.....ooohhhhh.....oooohhhhhooooohhhh....."
JRM was aware of her nipples standing straight out, so long and hard they could hurt someone.
"Fuckfuckfuck.....yeah....youbetterwatchME...fuckyesfuckYES!!!!"
The build had finally brought her to her edge. M had stopped and was absolutely mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful, open woman, pleasuring herself so heartily...."FUCK, JRM, ICAN'TBELIEVEYOU...FUCK!!!"
And now came the usual torrent of love profanity... "FUCKFUCKYES...FUCKME.... GODDAMNILOVEYOU... SHIT....OHHHHSHITYES....THIS IS...THISIS...IIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!"
Then JRM froze, her eyes wide open, sex tears flowing out the sides of her bright eyes. Her cum was on her.
"OHHHHHHHFUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"
She jerked like a Texas whip. Her cum flow flooded the bed under her cunt. Her legs were in the air and JRM was literally jerking in her orgasm. The dildo had about two inches out...the rest was inside. M sat breathlessly, watching one of the great orgasms she'd ever seen...JRM kept going for it. It was actually quite amazing to watch. She kept it up and going as long as she could....
45 seconds....60 seconds.....A minute and twenty seconds...Oh my God, JRM thought through the haze, where the fuck is this coming from?!?
Finally....she simply passed out. M lovingly pulled the toy out from inside her friend's cunt. She took it to the bathroom and cleaned it.
And then she remembered what JRM had told her....and turned the camera off......:)
The sun was shooting crimson arrows through the Canadian morning air. There was coffee and bagels and the proper condiments on a cart nearby. The hotel room had a warm, comforting decor and the bed was so big, it could have been a paradeground. JRM had her eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling. She wished for a cock or two and a pair of hips to wrapped her lovely body around, but that would have to wait until later. Right now, the whore inside her was busy….
"GODDAMN, THAT'S GOOD....JESUS, THAT'S SO-O-O-O GOOD!"
Both of her hands were wrapped around a ten-inch vibrating dildo with little baby rubber spikes on it. She was fucking her cunt as hard and as fast as she could. Vancouver business would wait a bit. Right now, she needed a fierce, loud cum and she needed it immediately. Little beads of sweat began to appear on her body. She'd already had a couple of small orgasms and went hunting for a big one. She was ramming, literally ramming this purple dick in her cunt so hard that most of it was disappearing and reappearing like a fucking jackhammer. Goddamn, she wanted this so much. An orgasm that might very well put her back to sleep....
But then again...
"FUCKME...FUCKME....YEAH, THAT'S IT, BABY, FUCKME....!!!"
Again and again, JRM plunged the dildo into her cunt, loving how it hurt and felt good at the same time. Suddenly, she heard a voice..."Here, baby, lemme put this in your ass. You are so FUCKING HOT to watch!" M had quietly lubed up a long, slender plug to shove up her ass and now was prepping JRM's bud with lube as well. Then she expertly slid the plug ever-so-slowly into that waiting asshole. JRM was aware of how good it felt, but oblivious to its presence. She was going for that ultimate masturbatory pleasure, and nothing was going to stop her. M went back to her own perch, spreading her legs and fucking herself furiously with three fingers.
"FUCK, M, I'MSOFUCKINGCLOSE!!! AHHYESDAMMITYES...."
M had already cum three times in that half hour, the last one making her squirt onto the carpet in an intense rush that had her quivering. JRM was approaching her goal now and had made a foot-long mark on the sheets with her own honey. She was now losing her breath at last. She had fucked herself for about fifteen minutes straight at this pace and had reached a boundary where she was either going to cum or collapse in exhaustion....
Don't you worry...
M turned up the power on the vibe remote. And...There it was. That tingle, that slow shock that built in her cunt and it was there...
"WATCHME, M, WATCHME.....GODDAMNYOUWATCHMECUM...." "YOU'D BETTER CUM, YOUBITCH, INEEDTOSEEYOUCUMMM...!"
Fuck yes, the voice in her pussy said, it's about fucking time...let's do this, you fun slut...And...it begun very deeply inside....
"ooo.....ooohhhhh.....oooohhhhhooooohhhh....."
JRM was aware of her nipples standing straight out, so long and hard they could hurt someone.
"Fuckfuckfuck.....yeah....youbetterwatchME...fuckyesfuckYES!!!!"
The build had finally brought her to her edge. M had stopped and was absolutely mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful, open woman, pleasuring herself so heartily...."FUCK, JRM, ICAN'TBELIEVEYOU...FUCK!!!"
And now came the usual torrent of love profanity... "FUCKFUCKYES...FUCKME.... GODDAMNILOVEYOU... SHIT....OHHHHSHITYES....THIS IS...THISIS...IIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!"
Then JRM froze, her eyes wide open, sex tears flowing out the sides of her bright eyes. Her cum was on her.
"OHHHHHHHFUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"
She jerked like a Texas whip. Her cum flow flooded the bed under her cunt. Her legs were in the air and JRM was literally jerking in her orgasm. The dildo had about two inches out...the rest was inside. M sat breathlessly, watching one of the great orgasms she'd ever seen...JRM kept going for it. It was actually quite amazing to watch. She kept it up and going as long as she could....
45 seconds....60 seconds.....A minute and twenty seconds...Oh my God, JRM thought through the haze, where the fuck is this coming from?!?
Finally....she simply passed out. M lovingly pulled the toy out from inside her friend's cunt. She took it to the bathroom and cleaned it.
And then she remembered what JRM had told her....and turned the camera off......:)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Continued Memoirs
I need badly to laugh right now. So hopefully I can make you laugh as well...a little, anyway. Although I admit...if this is the nicest story I can share about the subject at hand, it would make one wonder at the ability of the writer to survive it. I tell this often to friends in such a setting, when you begin to share yourself.....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.
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.
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