Progress

Hello, all. I miss you and come back to peek in on occasion.

My play is finished. I'm now working on music with a partner ... yes, it's a solo musical ... and we have a producer interested who said to me "Ron, get this finished as soon as you can, so we can sit down for a table reading." In my business, that means he wants to hear the music, so he can see if his interest matches the potential that I think the project has. Hopefully, this will be done in November.

I will keep you all posted. Fall in Chicago is a great time of year. Wish I could buy out a hotel and invite you all to come and enjoy. And then I could go from room to room...sampling...offer myself...you get the idea.

Let me know how you are, too!

Good Day, All

My own posting, as I was reminded today by a good friend, has slowed down a lot recently. I have two Harem posts waiting as well as catching with with my friends out here. I can tell you that I had a most enjoyable long weekend past with a hot woman who gave me everything I asked for and a bit more...because she needed it too. Everything you can think of, plus her first attempt at being punchfucked...almost got my whole hand in...:)

But I am absolutely consumed right now with the direction that the solo play I've written for myself is taking, both in content and in opportunity. I have created a scenario that has a great deal of potential, and I need to keep my nose to it. Would dearly love to share with you, if you are interested. My own objectivity is disappearing a bit at present, so some open eyes just might help. My business is so competitive these days that one cannot even trust those they consider friends for fear of the idea being copied...We move on.

I miss you all. Hope you are well and enjoying as much chicanery as you can. I'll be back ASAP. Drop a line...:)

Group Post: "Trust Me"

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The Harem

Hi, all....I want to start it up again. I have a few friends out here who can tell you what we do. Basically, The Harem is where I write a fictional sex story about you...your preferences, what you like, what you want to see, etc. I offer you up a draft; you can final approval. Otherwise it doesn't appear here.

This has been SO--O--O much fun in the past. Men, women, couples, it doesn't matter. I have a couple of you lined up and one repeat so far...you want some fun? Let me know!!!

Busy With Career

Hi all...

I've not blogged a great deal lately for two reasons.

I've been writing creatively for myself. The last three months or so, I have written a solo musical. Yes, as in by myself, for myself. It's adapted from an O Henry short story. I call it "Whispers From The Moon". It's about an old hobo who lives in his own train car, and how he got there. In my business, it has become apparent that we need to create our own opportunity in order to continue to move forward. I'm proud of it, and now after I focus and sharpen some, I plan on having an initial reading this fall...And then shop it around.

The other reason is that I have no place to live. I've been housesitting for the last two months for friends...and that is about to run out. A long explanation, but suffice it to say that I'm still here, still alive, still vital and horny and ready for fun.

I just wish I could solve the dilemma right now.

In any case, I hope I still have friends out here. If you'd like to be entertained, I can send you some reading material...:)

Group Post: Off Limits

We'll call her Heidi. Short, about 5' or so. Light complexion, thick hair. Cute. She was a mom, and her daughter had to be sent out for the hour plus that I was there. After the initial interview, Heidi says "Tell me now, what do you want to work on?" I said "Well, I carry a great deal of stress in my neck and shoulders and down my back." "I can help you, I believe." Inside I was saying, god honey I wish you would....Heidi continued. "Anything off limits?"

I said to her openly "Well, Heidi, to be truthful, I am here because...because I just want to feel someone's touch. So today, I have no limits. None." Me and my big mouth; I thought I intimidated her. Sometimes people just "...can't handle the truth". But she forged on. "Did you bring clothes to change into?" I said "For what?"

She said very quietly, "Oh. Fine with me. It's just that in this neighborhood, people don't and won't be naked for what I do." I said "I have no problem with it if you don't." So she left the room; I disrobed and laid down under the sheet provided on the massage table. She knocked on the door: "How we doing?" "I'm ready, Heidi."

She came back in. I was laying face up, as per her instructions. Friends, this woman was strong. She asked me "How's the pressure?" "Great" I said. "You can go harder if you'd like…I told you, honey, no limits here." And she did. And fuck, I'd never had a masseuse with such muscle. Now sexually, I'm pretty loud and noisy. In a situation like this, I feel that I have to guard against that, because I don't want to upset the person doing the work. But the woman was so strong in her moves that I simply couldn't help it. About 20 minutes in, I said "Heidi, I'm sorry. I've always been a noisy one...I hope you aren't uncomfortable." She continued in her business-like way. "Don't worry, Ron, I've had women clients who are a lot louder." So there you go.

This was just heavenly. I hadn't had it for such a long time, and I wanted to stay for hours. Heidi went down to rub my legs and calves and, yes, the inevitable erection occurred. She ignored it…or so I thought. Halfway in, Heidi said "Okay Ron....turn away from me as I lift the sheet." So I turned over and she started on my back....Christ, it felt so good. But now I'm laying on top of a hard cock and wanted her to offer another service, I'll be honest. She got down to the small of my back and said "You really do need this, Ron. Don’t you have anyone?”

"Not right now" I said. She then said "Are you ready to try something a bit unique?"

"Sure, I'm fearless. What?"

"My knees on your gluts."

"Sure, why not?"

So she climbed up onto the table and gently put her weight on her knees, which were placed on my butt. And she massaged my butt with her knees. Remember, all the time, I still have my cock to worry about. So when she did it, she was on me for three or four minutes and then got off. As she did so, I reached down to adjust my cock. "You okay?" "Yeah, I just had to adjust myself a bit." She stopped. She looked at me, and I met her gaze with a slight, easy smile.

She then said through her own smile "Turn over…No limits, Ron…”


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I Apparently Wrote This For Someone And Forgot It...

...and it was suggested that I share it with you. So for any of you hot, lovely women who enjoy my company, you need to know...

... that I am jerking my cock with you in mind. I always find myself a steel rod when I imagine you in my fuck place. I love to use a smooth lube, so I can make it feel like your golden, dripping cunt... I like to start slow and put into my head that I have pushed me into you with an easy grace that befits such a hot piece of ass. Back and forth....in and out....up and down....I rotate my tool inside you to give you a maximum thrill, if it's at all possible...

As I increase my tempo, I have turned you over onto your knees and grabbed those gorgeous hips. I thrust myself in and out with a bit of abandon now....I want to feel you squeeze every bit of energy from my cock, so you can turn it into fuel for your own cum... I SLAP that ass as hard as I can, and you yell "OH MY FUCK YES!!!" ....In my hand, I am going hard at you now... In my mind, I have turned you on your side and grabbed your arm, telling you "Hang on to me, you slut!" Fuck yes....fuck yes...fuck, fuck, fuck YYYYEEEESSSS!!!

And I cum... loud and strong... and you are suddenly spasming yourself ...I am noisy as I always am ....You are surprised that you are silent and simply jerking from your torso for me...DAMN, you are one hot little whore. Just what the man needs, as I pull out and shoot all over your canvas...cover your eyes, honey...

So I am jerking my cock with you in mind...:)

July 1

...is my birthday. Feeling a little detached, but happy to be alive and moving forward, as always. I suppose you could call this an HNT of sorts...

There Is A Woman In My Life......

...intelligent, sexy, aware, earthy, accepting of who I am.

She encourages me in all my endeavors. She knows that I do the same for her. She actually is proud of me and says so, a rare trait these days. She owns her own strengths, she acknowledges her own weaknesses. She is accomplished in her choice of path in life and admires my own persistence in what I do as well.

She is the one who offers what I need in my life -- variety, versatility, strength of character. She still dreams. She remains highly ambitious. She understands my personal quirks -- because we all have them -- and is grateful for a man who gives her what she looks for.

She is not perfect...nor does she want to be. She simply wants to be herself and shares that belief in life with me. We fuck each other, we enjoy others together and separately, and we always touch base as we agree to do.

She has a courage in her submissiveness to me that most people just don't have. She is the woman she strives to be...because she honors me in being what she chooses.

She is quite a girl.

Don't know if she's in my life yet...I do know she's in my head and in my heart. Do you know her?

I Love........

I love women.

I love sex.

I love fucking and sucking and doing myself for you and watching you do you for me and all the dirty talk and watching your eyes when you do orgasm.

I love spanking your ass hard and firmly. I love to spank your cunt, too, especially if you like it.

I love the image when you squirt. I love watching your neck get beet red, as it moves up into your face.

I love slapping your face, knowing the surprise that awaits for me...and for you.

I love your hair...yanking it, putting a thick handful in my grasp, pulling your head back, watching as you love being so totally taken.

I love fucking your mouth, taking all the time I need because you enjoy it as well.

I love shooting myself all over you and listening to you giggle.

I love waking up to you beside me.

I love sex.

I love women.

Group Post: I Opened My Eyes To Discover....

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Catching Up

Sorry for the tardy posts, friend. Been in the middle of trying to find a new place to live. It's one of those challenging times in my business, and you just keep plowing ahead.

A funny note: The Chicago Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup last night in Philadelphia. Here on local Chicago television, late last night, the reporter was simply getting reaction from fans, who were going crazy. One woman (gorgeous, older woman that ole Ron would jump all over) yelled "GO HAWWWKKSSS!!!" And promptly flashed a hot, round rack to the TV camera!

After trying to stifle laughter, the anchorperson (a woman, by the way) at the TV station said "I'm not sure we could roll that back and show it again, could we???" And the guys in the booth went back, let the footage go to just before she lifted her top. Then the clip was stopped...and all on camera could not stop laughing!

Hilarious.

Fantasy #3 Of A Blogger Friend

All of her. I want to fuck all of her, this gorgeous woman from across the water.

This bitch with sex that drips from here like honey.
This slut, who will seemingly do whatever I ask her to do...as I want her to do.

She arouses every possible pore in me as few have in recent times. She needs to be slapped and fucked and spanked and flogged and whipped and bitten and waxed and fucked again and again. I want to make her pass out with pleasure. I expect her to be a good girl when I demand what I want from her.

I want to invite some friends over, male and female, and have her enjoy the service that I might expect.

But not only that...

She needs to suck me right down to the root and swallow it all. If she misses something, she licks it off me happily, hungrily.

She must offer to give me her ass to slap as hard and as long as I can...and want. With no regard to anything other the pleasure we both seek.

She's a wonderfully Zaftig wench, with legs galore, breasts to throw myself into fully, who knows exactly who she is. She has a sexuality that needs to be bottled and sold.

She needs to be here with me today. Only time will take care of that.

We'll see how long it takes for her to see herself here...:)

Dennis Hopper

...died this morning.

One of the greatest of a great generation of film actors. He got his start back with James Dean, Sal Mineo, Natalie Wood, people of that ilk. He cultivated a bad boy image that most hot women...indeed, most women really liked.

I got to know Mr. Hopper during the filming of HOOSIERS in 1985. Smart. Colorful character, full of stories. Resourceful. A real survivor.

And a real loss.

Rarely If Ever...

...have I been anyone's fantasy.

Rarely if ever has anyone had thoughts of flight with my body or my mind... I read the stories of my friends out here in blogland and realize that all mine are old. That "getting older" really is a bitch, because I see that you get forgotten...

Rarely has a woman, to my knowledge, ever simply used me or my body or my mind or my spirit for her own sexual satisfaction...Most men would LOVE that.

As experienced as I am, never has a woman shared hot dreams with me, because she thought that I personally was hot, that she couldn't wait to see me again, merely at when I cross her mind. Right now, I absolutely yearn for someone to say "You got me hot last night when I thought of you."

As open as I am, rarely have I been able...until recently...to find a way to exorcise the feelings inside with women who GET IT. Who want to offer it to me, just because...And even then, the exorcist arrives not nearly often enough.

I don't mean to whine too much. But we all need to be heard once in a while. Today is my day. I won't do it again, I promise.

An Observation

It may be just me and what I like sexually, what I'm attracted to. But an interesting phenomenon has arisen that I want to get your opinion on, friends.

I cannot find partners or friends to enjoy my sexual peccadillos with who are anywhere near my own age. Most of you know that I'm 55, with an energy that is younger and thirsty. Always been that way, always will. Now...Why is it that I simply do not locate those women/couples who are within, say, 5-10 years my own age, in either direction? I enjoy people of any age, let me offer that. But to know that there are those who understand my own frame of reference in life...who remember and are informed on some of those events that happened 'back then', so to speak...who have a similar energy and hunger to continue exploring and growing, both sexually and not...well, they just aren't around.

And I've discovered that if I do offer myself, even in a friendship way, to those who are younger, I get some 'judgment' in doing so. I just find all this an interesting, albeit frustrating, thing to experience.

Any of you understand what I mean? Anyone take people for who they are and wonder? Would love some feedback here.

Sex Is Like Water....

...to me. It offers so much to me. It allows me to rejuvenate. It gives me energy. It helps me focus. It's really good for what ails you...Have a headache? Find an orgasm and see how quickly that headache disappears.

It's good for the ego. It's a great crutch when things are not going well. It brings friends -- true friends -- around when you sometimes need them.

Sex is the way that we adults play.

It has a spiritual side and a gutter side. And you can explore all places inbetween them. It calms you; it excites you. A good orgasm picks you up when you need it. It puts you to sleep as well.

Most of all, I do my damndest to surround myself with people who think the same way. So thank you, friend, for thinking about fucking and orgasm as often as I do...

Sex really is like water. Basic. Personal. Universal.

Quotes

I gathered a few quotes on sex and thought you'd like to steal a couple from me. From some surprising sources, too...
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“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.” -- Billy Crystal

“An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.” -- Mae West

“The prison psychiatrist asked me if I thought sex was dirty. I told him only when it's done right.” -- Woody Allen

“I once made love for an hour and fifteen minutes, but it was the night the clocks are set ahead.” -- Garry Shandling

"We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation." -- Lily Tomlin

"You know that look women get when they want sex? Me, neither." -- Drew Carey

"Makin' love to mah old man is like pushin' a car uphill...with a rope." -- Jackie "Moms" Mabley

"If God had intended us not to masturbate, he would have made our arms shorter." -- George Carlin

"It's been so long since I made love, I can't even remember who gets tied up." -- Bette Midler

AND MY OWN PERSONAL FAVORITE:

“Why should I limit myself to only one woman when I can have as many women as I want?” -- George Gershwin

Sex And Stress

I'm going through a very difficult point right now, both professionally and personally. I'll deal...I always do. I haven't survived up to this point for nothing, I promise you.

But I find it fascinating that, when we go through the stress in our lives and it begins to take its toll, sex assumes a place on either end of the spectrum. We either just cannot deal with it and want to be left alone until we are ready, or we crave it in whatever form we can accept to find the relief.

I personally belong in the latter category. It's been at least two years since the "job" for me has been so spotty. (For those who don't know, I'm an actor, etc.) I find the restlessness constant and comsuming and I seek the release however it's possible. And now that I enjoy some of the intensity and passion that aspects of BDSM provide, it's even worse right now. I need the sex. It fills a hole, it allows me to vent, it forces me to focus and relax and expend the energy needed to fuck or suck or flog or whatever. Hell, you want to find a mercy fuck, I'll take it, that's fine... I simply have always been this way and cannot understand how it works the other way around.

Tell me, friend...Where do you align yourself on this phenomenon of life?

Fantasy #2 Of A Blogger Friend

I am fully erect. My six inches is still strong and ready.

I grab her hair. I gently put my cock in her mouth, just to the rim of the head. I tell you "Use your tongue." Which she gladly does. Her tongue is experienced and expert.

I clutch my cock at its base and pull out. I begin to playfully slap her mouth with it, and she chuckles. Almost immediately I replace it back into her mouth, again holding her by her long blonde hair.

I give her just a little more; she impulsively hums, which feels like a human vibrator. I keep my cock right there for a moment and more forcefully say "Don't you stop doing that." I like the way it feels, and she is accomodating, as a good little girl should be.

I push again until she is on the base of my cock. I get a little rougher, shoving myself right down her throat. Yes, she does gag a bit, but is strong and takes it.

Now I begin fucking her mouth. Slowly. Easily. She has plenty of saliva for the ride. I playfully slap her head and tell her to look at me while I'm fucking her head.

She looks up. Just the smallest trail of mascara begins to track itself down her cheek.

"Do you like this, girl?" She nods affirmatively.

I now get stronger, with more purpose. Fucking her mouth good and hard, holding her head, starting my own grunt. I'm getting close to my cum.

All the time, she gives me what I want. She is wonderfully fun and brave, built like one of those brick...well, you get the idea.

Here I am now, fucking. Fucking. FUCKING...GOD, YES, YOU LITTLE BITCH...SUCK IT ALL DOWN....SUCKIT...FUCKME...FUUUUUUCKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I now stop and gently withdraw her throat, her head. Another trail, this time my spunk, is going down her chin.

She smiles and says "Now please...please will you fuck my ass? You say I have a gorgeous ass...PLEASE????"

Oh yes...Back that thang up here....

If you follow regularly, you might guess who this is...:)

The Worst Time

They stared at each other in the hotel room like cats ready to fight. Both had energy to burn and both had a goal in mind…to make the other submit to what he or she wanted.

She slapped him hard. “You want to fuck me, you come and get it, fucker!” His eyes went red and he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. He roughly thrust his tongue into her mouth, as she gave it back to him. More of an oral mauling, they gave each other. He went to her neck and bit her hard enough to leave a huge bitemark. She grunted in pain, but stayed right there, slapping his bald head until she left her own welts on him.

Immediately, as if on cue, they both began ripping their clothes off. He was built like a middleweight boxer, stocky and strong. She had curves and surprising strength that complimented her wonderfully thick hair. He shoved her back against the wall and brusquely inserted three fingers into her pussy. “Come on, you bitch! You want this, work with it! Cum all over my fucking hand!” And he handfucked her as hard as he could, knowing how much she loved it. And fuck, did she ever. He concentrated on her prominent G-spot. It took all of maybe thirty seconds and there she was, orgasming as she was standing up, holding onto his shoulders until he withdrew his hand from inside her.

As he pulled out, she took her nails and violently scratched his upper chest, leaving tracks of red and broken skin. He yelled loudly “You bitch!” “Fuck you, daddy. You want a rough ride, well, here it is!” He slapped at her tits, as she threw them out farther at him with each swing. Her tits soon were beet red and swollen, just as he wanted them to be. She showed him a slight smile. It got him pissed off…

He picked her up and threw her on the bed. Standing there watching her, he started stroking his cock. She suddenly reached over to the nightstand and pulled out an eight-inch dildo vibe and some lube. She got it nice and wet and oily and turned it on. She literally shoved it into her cunt and began fucking herself right there in front of him. It seemed to catch him offguard. He grabbed the lube and got himself ready .

She began to moan and grunt again, all the while keeping her eyes straight on him.

He was now at full erection and said to her in a menacingly voice “Turn the fuck over.” “You go to hell….you want my ass, YOU turn it over.” And she began breathing in a halting way, pumping herself fully and using the whole length of the toy. He reached out and held her by an arm and a leg, turning her over like he was at a barbecue. She stayed on her knees, fucking herself now with abandon. He poured lube on two fingers and pushed them into her rosebud, one at a time. Loosening that asshole as well as he could. She was now oblivious, feeling those little waves increase in frequency, taking her closer to the cum she wanted.

He shoved his cock in her. There was enough lube – and enough previous experience – for them to meet comfortably. He fucked her ass, while she fucked her cunt. He fucked her fast and hard. He slapped that ass and left handprints. She started her cum, a low guttural sound that got louder and louder and higher and higher, as their bodies smacked together in fuck unison.

“GODDAMMNIT!!! YES, FUCKME YOU MOTHERFUCKER….” “SHUT UP AND FUCKME, YOU SLUT!!! YOU WANTED THIS ALL FUCKING DAY, HERE IT IS!!!” “OOOOOHHHHHYEESSSS…FFFFUUUUUCCCKKK!!!” “FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEEEE….FUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!”

They kept at it as long as they could. He was slapping her ass, her back, her hips, legs, whatever felt like the woman under him. And every time he slapped, she screamed profanities right back at him. He felt the dildo inside her, vibrating against his manhood, shoving himself with total abandon, both of them sweating and breathing hard.

He was close to his cum. Every time they fucked like this, she froze and jerked in one place, her cunt holding the dildo in place, her hands down on the bed, keeping balance…until she pulled out the vibe. That was his signal to flatten himself on her, cock still in her ass, her body prone on the bed in orgasmic spasm. He laid on top of her, just as prone, and shot it all inside her ass. She screamed. He grunted like an old dog; she felt each pulse in her ass and damn, it hurt like hell….

Finally, they collapsed.

As his cock slowly return to normal, he painfully pulled out of her, and they both winced with the pain of it, even as the lube was thick as paint.
When he got his breath, he whispered to her “That was fun…”

She responded “Oh my God….that was the worst time for you to shove me down…” She looked at him. “I loved it...”

And they fell to sleep…

"But he was perfect..."

A friend shared her breakup with me recently. Talked about what she had invested, how he taught her sexually, what plans they had made, and so on. Then she discovered the dreaded "pussy on the side", and that was that.

You all know how I feel about such things. If you are truly open and communicative and want such a relationship, you learn to TRUST. With your words and your deeds.

But then I found myself saying this:

"Even perfection has its flaws. The one thing you can't do is achieve it. Even if you have very deep religious beliefs..." -- which I don't -- "...it's always on 'His' terms. And why do you have a brain?"

Wow...I didn't know I had that in me.

Fantasy #1 Of A Blogger Friend -- Can You Guess Who It Is?

Something I thought I'd try. I have picked a friend out here. I wonder if you see here as clearly as I do...Who is it?

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She laid there, looking at me with deep-set eyes and a glaze in them that cried in lust.

Her long hair draped itself over her left breast as she enjoyed herself. I was simply sitting on the edge of the bed. She was on her back, pinching her nipples to their lovely points. Used her nails to dig in a bit and, while trapped, shook her tits to increase the intensity.

She was a little taller than five feet. Wonderfully thick, clutchable hair that waved freely in a breeze. A strong, curvy body that anyone, man or woman, would dearly enjoy...it was obvious that she did, too.

She crawled her hands and fingers like spiders down her torso, pausing just a moment at her navel, where she allowed a fingernail to mockfuck it like a tight little pussy. She chuckled and I smiled. Then she resumed the move down to her cleanly shaven cunt. She spread open her labial lips and easily shoved two fingers inside her, beginning a slow, steady rhythm, quietly moaning with every thrust. She was sensitive and powerful in her bed. Elegant and hot. A man's dream...at least this one.

After a couple of minutes, she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her dildo vibe. Turned it on high and impulsively, suddenly shoved it into her eager cunt. She held onto it like she was stroking a cock and was strong and knowing about what she wanted.

Then she said "Please...watch me cum. Please..." I simply said "Of course." Trying not to touch myself, but wanting to enjoy her.

Harder and faster. She groaned out loud and gave me that dirt from her mouth that I always enjoy from women...

"Ohfuckfuckfuck...youbastardyouknowwhatthisdoestome...fuckyesfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!"

As she drove the dildo in deeply and fiercely, her other hand began to manipulate her clit, now hugely swollen and crying out for my mouth. But I held my ground. This was simply too fun to interrupt. I'd get mine another time.

On and on and on for about five minutes non-stop...Finally...she gushed. HARD. It flooded the bed and actually made its own sound rushing out of that pussy. She yelped and grunted from her gut. On and on and on she fucked herself. Remaining on her back, eyes alternated between me watching intently, and then closing them to concentrate on the orgasm.

My God. How I loved watching that. All told, it was about 15 minutes or so. And it was her first time being watched so openly. I gave her some ice water as she came back to earth. Then she quietly said:

"Would you do the same for me?"

I Gave Her What She Wanted....

One time, a girlfriend and I discussed the possibility of trying to satisfy a fantasy for the other. I gave her one that offered a hot memory for both of us.

She wanted me to watch her be fucked. Glad to oblige.

She has a friend picked out, who really wanted to give it to her hard. I offered to discuss it with the man, but she said no, he just wants to fuck me.

Okay.

Dinner. Getting to know each other. Not imposing at all, and it seemed to relax her friend, because this kind of exploration was totally new to him. In fact, it was his first experience outside the traditional.

I pulled up a chair. They were going at it really hot and heavy on the foreplay. It took him a while to get it up, but eventually with the help of some good lube, he did.

He put her on her knees on the bed, facing me. The lust in her eyes was pretty strong and glassy, and I could tell she wanted this badly. I looked at her just as she was being entered, and I said.

"You keep your eyes on me the whole time, you understand?" She nodded.

The man wasted no time. He plunged into this bitch as hard and as quickly as he could. She didn't seem to mind it, even though I knew that she loved the buildup as much as the fuck. He slapped his torso on her in a quick, rhythmic tempo that got her going. It took a lot to get her to cum, but a large cock as his was did the trick. When she started cumming, I reached to her from the chair. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and said "You KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN AND ON ME!!!"

Immediately that did it for her. Her orgasm was loud and at a fever pitch. I undid my own pants and started stroking my cock, which was erect from watching. Her friend was a bit wide-eyed when it happened, but he already had broken a sweat and was not going to stop until the right time.

I grabbed some lube and got my dick all hot and smooth. I am a noisy man sexually...always have been. And this was hot to me. So here I go with my own hot talk, her eyes glued to me and my cock:

"GODDAMN YOU, YOU HOT BITCH! YOU JUST WATCH ME BEAT MY COCK WHILE YOU GET FUCKED! YOU LOVE THIS SHIT, DON'T YOU? DON'T YOU???" I kept it going, because it was fun and because she stayed right with me, grunting with each thrust from her fuck buddy's eight inches...or so he said at dinner...

I'm getting close, but I wanted to hold back. So I slow down fucking my fist a bit. The other two, however, had no such notion. He got really close to his own orgasm and suddenly put his fucking into a new, rapid gear, which started her going and going...and going again.

He pulls out his cock and lets go his load on her back, her ass. Some of it actually shot up close to her neck. As they are both cumming, I now increase the speed of my own jerking. When I get close, I again grab her hair.

I shot it all into her face. Her mouth. Her chin and neck. And it was her culmination...She came SO LOUDLY! She had also been a noisy girl with me, but not like this. It was gutteral and primative. When I was done, and everyone had collapsed, I scooped a small bit onto my hand and put it in her mouth. She sucked my fingers like they were candy.

Which at the moment, they were.

I grabbed some tissue for myself and a couple of washclothes for them. She was absolutely dazed and in wonder at how this all went down. With a little bonus from me.

I gave her what she wanted.

A Quick Photograph

One evening when the young roommate wasn't home, thank goodness, I told her to take off all her clothes and come sit in my lap. Which she did willingly, of course. I put my left hand on her throat and slapped her face with the other. Hard and often.

Suddenly....to my amazement....she began to orgasm.

Her face got red and tight. She closed her eyes and began to spasm. In my lap. While I was slapping her. A first for her. And for me. So after she collapsed in my arms, I said to her "Fuck...that was hot." She said "Jesus, I want more."

In other words, we discovered that she enjoyed the concentrated attention on specific parts of her body at the moment.

I did the same thing to the other side of her face.

To each breast...yanking on the nipples, watching her cry out.

To her pussy, slapping her clit hard. And each time, it offered her a very intense, vocal cum. She was on her knees, straddling my lap for nearly an hour. She actually squirted once in my lap.

But what touched me most....She had tears coming out of her eyes, and not necessarily from the pain/pleasure. The intensity for her was apparently something she had longed for. So when I was able to give it to her...wow...The passion, the intensity, combined with the orgasm, all in my control... I have to admit to being extremely satisfied.

Because then I could fuck her as I wanted. She was so grateful and willing. It may not be your cup of tea, but you can certainly identify with the feelings.

Highly Sexual Women

...Oh, yes. This is what I've always craved. I personally don't feel the need to be a teacher all the time. This article by Michael Castleman puts it straight. I offer the link here as a wonderfully informative tool to show that women are JUST as horny, JUST as open and adventurous, and yes...JUST as sexual as men. And they should be encouraged to be just that!

http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/all-about-sex/201004/the-real-lives-highly-sexual-women

Enjoy!

Group Post: Make Me

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Best Of The Web

Well...it came out of the blue, but I guess my blog is part of sexforum.com. Judging my blog among the "Best Of The Web".

Now as soon as I can figure how to place this badge in a more appropriate place, I will do so. Any suggestion, besides up my ass?

Movie Night

She scooted into me, butt against my crotch, and flipped the remote to turn on the movie. Just a quiet evening to relax, something we both needed to hide from the world for a bit.

About ten minutes in, she started feeling my slowly-growing cock get busy on the pressure pushing into it. Ever so subtly, she moved once in a while to make me aware that she wanted to offer something. Thank God... I reached around and slid my hand inside her thong front to feel that huge clit of hers, always crying out for attention, wet and slick and ready.

Slowly I rubbed it in circles. Around it. Up and down on it. Making imaginary figures and letters on it. And it constantly recharged her, juice flowing freely now. I scooped up in her and quietly offered my fingers, which she eagerly accepted. One finger at a time, sucking...licking...nibbling. Again I went back down, all the while the movie going forward. I can't even remember what we were watching.

I moved faster on her clit. She moaned, a trait I heartily admire in sex...show me you are enjoying it. When I heard it, I shifted into gear, really fanning her pussy with my entire hand. Her legs stayed apart and began to abruptly jerk...She was a wonder when you watched her cum...flailing, noisily grunting at the top of her voice, yelling "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" I kept her cumming for a good five minutes; it was easy to do with her. Near the end, I started slapping her pussy. Hard. And this put her over the top. Five, ten, twenty slaps on her clit made her cum silently, frozen in the spasm, orgasming for me, her eyes locked in place and looking up at the ceiling. A slow stream of juice came out of her cunt and onto the leather couch, smooth and hot and lickable right off the damned seat if I'd wanted. She loved me being in charge, and I was. I always am. Because we both want it that way.

And fuck, this was a naturally submissive and sexy woman.

Finally I eased up and she gently came back home, relaxing a little of her body at a time. Bit by bit. Her pelvis...her thighs...her curled toes finding some peace. She turned and kissed me. I held her quietly.

Then it was my turn...:)

For A Friend -- Does It Apply To You As Well?

We cannot stop moving forward; it's just as much a part of living as breathing. In every realm of life, too... Yes, it's a day at a time, sometimes even an hour at a time. But it keeps going. We make our mistakes, we learn from them...then we pick our asses up out of bed and resume. I have fallen down so much, I have callouses on my butt. But...

I know thankfully that I can get up in the morning and start over. EVERY DAY is a new version of starting over. It's where our spirits lie...in the beginning. And moving toward what's down the road.

This is how we take care of ourselves. First and foremost. Only then can we see the kind of person we are becoming. And that's how we are good to the others in our lives as well....

In my humble opinion...:)

My Own Sexual Record

I wrote an original list a couple of years, so I can now update. It crossed my mind about how varied my own sex life has been....lots of fun. What have you done in your intimate life that others may not have done?

1. I've had a threesome. More than once. Both FMF and MMF.
2. Masturbation while driving my car...more of a challenge than I thought.
3. Lots of phone sex...three-way phone sex, too.
4. Twice with cousins...yes, my cousins.
5. A mother and a daughter within a week of each other.
6. Three sisters at different times...not mine...THEY were sisters....oh, hell, you know what I mean.
7. Sex on the hood of my car...in a car...on the trunk of a car.
8. At a beach.
9. Getting off with a woman during a YES concert.
10. ...in a library...
11. ...in a van at a race track...with an audience...
12. ...in her parents' bed...with her parents downstairs.
13. A couple of visits to a swingers' club...and I'd love to do it again.
14. Two experiences with men, with limitations. Both times, women were watching. Got through them fairly unscathed.
15. In a gazebo.
16. Lots of hotels.
17. In the shower. The bathroom.
18. An empty parking lot under a light.
19. In my backyard.
20. On a boat.
21. At the west wall of the Grand Canyon. That was fascinating.
22. In her office.
23. I lost my virginity at 14 in the hay loft of a barn. With one of those cousins. It was quite Appalachian.
24. In the front yard of a frat house during rush. Woke up with my hand inside her top at 5:00 AM.
25. I orgasmed once on her face in a Marshall Field's dressing room, because she wanted it.
26. In the elevator of the Sears Tower on the way down. We were alone and went 62 floors until we stopped. She actually came first...I had to wait until we got out of the building.
27. In a church basement.
28. Virtual sex.
29. With a girlfriend while her best friend was listening on the phone...And then about a month later, they returned the favor...with me on the phone.
30. My first flogging experience at a demonstration. I volunteered...I was hooked. She masturbated as I flogged her. WOW.
31. In the window of my apartment, fucking her as we both showed the world.
32. Being jerked off on a Greyhound bus.
33. In my window, while she was across the way in her window. Four floors up. We watched each other in the warm morning sun.

Hey...I AM a middle-aged man, so I should have a fairly long list...:) Your turn.

Wear Her Down -- Get It All Out Of You!

SSSSLLLLAAAAAAPPPP!!!

"NOW are you going to listen?" "Yes, Sir."

So I finally got her attention. This night was going to be good for her, and for me. My cock is already screaming at me to shove it somewhere, so I inevitably yank her head back by her hair...she loves that, even with the little squeal that always happens. I take my cock and shoved it roughly into her mouth, which she also loves a lot. I fuck it. All controlling in my hands, using her hair for the tempo, using her mouth as the guide. And using her sex as a toy this morning.

In time I increase the pace, because I dearly love hitting the back of her throat with my dick. And yes, she does gag. I stop long enough when this happens to let it escape and allow her to breathe again. Then I start over, this time at a faster clip. Fucking her head firmly, solidly. She gags once more...I stop. We start again. And again...faster and more purposeful. She gags on me four times. Each time I start over and fuck her mouth faster, stronger, more physically, more strength in my thrusts, more hair in my hands.

By now, it's a blur and I'm sweating. Her teeth begins to graze the base of my cock, and I can actually see the marks. It pisses me off a bit, but it also offers more of an intensity that I don't anticipate. I'm fucking her as hard, as fast, as lustfully as I can, and no more breaks. She gags incessantly but finds a way to deal. I've not gotten any 'safe' indication, so I go for it.

Her fuckmouth is tight. I'm breathing hard now, but I have to get to that cum. Harder. Harder. HARDER. FASTER. GIVE ME THAT CUM, YOU FUCKING SLUT. GIVE IT TO ME....GIVE IT TO ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK ME...FUCK.....

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!

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We both collapse in a heap on the bed. She breathes hard and deeply. She has a faint smile and reaches for my hand...She is such a good girl. And she knows. She is filled with the feeling that all she has to do is to give me what I want, when I want it. And her own orgasmic moments are doubled. Such is the dynamic we have.

As long as you give me what I want, baby, you have no limits for yourself. And these days, I am more comfortable in those moments when the beast comes out.

Group Post: I Got Fucked

She was a pretty girl. I’ll call her Red…Auburn hair, short and strong body, soft-spoken and sexy. I watched her dance all evening, because I had been so totally taken by her. My intuitive nature told me that there was an innocence here with this girl that you normally would not find in a dancer at a strip club.

Ironically, the song playing was B.B. King’s version of “Sweet Sixteen”. Every time a guitar riff came up she would undulate her stomach and pull her costume bottoms up into her pussy, showing it shaven and hot. I stayed at that table for over three hours, either with buddies or by myself. I could not take my eyes off her. One time, she took my cowboy hat, stuffed her tits inside it and shimmied for the customers. Finally getting my courage up, I asked my waitress if she would tell Red that someone would like to buy her a drink. Eventually she came over. She was surprisingly nervous, as she sat down. I discovered that this was her third night on the job…that she was barely eighteen…and that I was the first customer to ask her to sit. It was so obvious that she was a virgin in this atmosphere and was desperately looking for any kindness that she could find.

Red was also new at solicitation and said that her boss was watching. She looked up at the bar, where three men were sitting with their beers. “The one in the middle” she said of the man who looked like the owner from the old movie “Porky’s”. Following her crude instruction, she said with glassy eyes “What’s your pleasure?” I knew what she was asking, of course, and I felt sorry for the kid, I really did. I was nearly 30, separated from my wife and still not at my divorce yet. Hadn’t been with a woman for quite a while. Something about this girl, however, tugged at me. So I said to her “Where can we go?” She signaled to the waitress, who brought over a key. She hesitantly took my hand, and we went through the door near the bar, so her boss would see her doing her job.

We got into the room, a crude one with a single bed, a nightstand with a light, a clock and some towels. As we both sat on the bed, Red took her top off and recited what she’d been taught to say. “Handjob is $20. Blowjob is $50. Fucking is $100. What’s your pleasure?” She was shaking. Scared. I asked her “How long have you been doing this?” “Long enough”, she said in trying to hide her inexperience. Softly I said “Honey…how long?” Impulsively she grabbed her top and put it over her breasts. “This is my first week.” Slowly as we spoke, her eyes filled with soft tears.

“Okay…why here?”

“I can’t find a job. I can’t even get a restaurant job.” She put her head down. “I need the job; I don’t have anything else.”

“Where you from?”

“I live here in Bloomington.”

“So you just graduated, is that it?”

“No. Had to leave last semester – my mom was sick.”

“You need one more semester?”

“Yes.” She put her head down into her hands, whispering “I’m so tired. So tired…”

So we talked. We talked for about a half-hour. I discovered that I was literally her second customer of this sort on the job. I made suggestions to her about what she could do, about how to make the road a little easier until her mother could get back on her feet…her mother had lost a breast to cancer. I talked her into going back to the counselor at school and asking her what she could do. It really helped her for someone to listen, it seemed. Her spirits raised a bit. And I said “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna do anything to you.”

Red then kicked her legs over mine, and I gently laid my hands on them. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. Passionately. It was as if she was thanking me for being nice to her. She then got off me and began to gather herself. I stood up and reached into my wallet, giving her a twenty.

“Tell them it was a really hot handjob, and you hope I wasn’t too noisy.”

She said thank you. We both laughed and hugged, and that was that. I saw her only once more after that, and that was in a grocery store. I discovered her name was Michelle, and that she did, indeed, go back to school.

I would love to say I got fucked…but somehow this was just fine...


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New Energy

I note that a few of my valued friends and bloggers out here are taking breaks. I've done so as well, so I understand. We do what we have to do to survive.

Presently I'm getting a second wind again. Lots on my mind...lots I want to share. And lots of folks to catch up with. My life has personally changed, as you all well know, in the last few months. It has all come to the positive, and I couldn't be looking forward more to the future. I want to take you all with me as well.

It all starts with tomorrow's group post. Those who have taken breaks, I hope you are all well. Those who follow me on a regular basis, I'm getting regular again...that sounded tacky...you know what I mean.

On the horse again. The light is always on for you, too...never forget that.

Kids Say The Darndest Things....

Yesterday I'm on my way to an audition downtown. I left home early because of the snow, and I was on the Green Line train.

There was a young man with his headphones on, listening to LL Cool J...yes, I knew the cut...He had it cranked up as high in his ears as it would go, and it brought no peace to the folks around him. Across the aisle, there was a mom and her young son; he was probably 3-4 years old.

All of a sudden, he jumps out of his seat next to his mother and runs to the music man with the headphones. He pats him on the knees. The young man looked down and the kid says loudly for everyone to hear, I kid you not:

"TURN THAT FUCKING THING DOWN!!!"

Once it was apparent what he said, EVERYONE started laughing. The young man look at the mom, stupified. Mom grabbed her son and pulled him back to the seat. The young man look at her and shouted "What the fuck is that???"

A man up the aisle said with a chuckle in his voice "You heard him. Turn that fucking thing down!" Again everyone started laughing. The young man grabbed his belongings and moved swiftly to the other end of the train car.

Out of the mouths of babes...

Group Post: The Day....

It was forever memorable. This is a true story.

I walked into the clinic. There were endless young girls and their mothers, their boyfriends, all seemingly bawling their eyes out. I had filled out the forms required and sat down, waiting my turn. After sitting for nearly 30 minutes, a short black woman who reminded me a lot of Moms Mabley, a legendary black comedian…floppy hat, gravelly voice, no teeth, full of good humor and laughter…walked out with a clipboard.

“Uh…Mistah Ronjazz?” I stood up. She smiled a toothless grin. “Follow me, sir.” And we went in to a small back office just off to the right of the reception area. She examined what information I had shared, asking the prequisite questions, insurance, etc.

Then the interview began in earnest.

“So.” She said, pausing for effect. I do my best to write in her speech, meaning absolutely no offense to anyone reading here. “Mah name is Joyce.” We shook hands. Hers were strong and wellworn. “…Now…It say heah that you don’ want no li’l babies. Is dat right?”

Just hearing her speak to me was positive, because her tone was so relaxed, so nonchalant. And funny. One of those ‘anchored funny’ people. I said yes, and I shared with her my reasons. Lifelong, well thought out reasons. She wrote a few things as I spoke. Took a long pause when I finished. Finally she said “…Well…I’ll buy dat…You don't sound stupid, I'll give you dat...” We both chuckled. Upon completion, we shook hands and I was asked to wait back in the lobby. Again I sat waiting for about 15 minutes more. The waiting area was not comfortable…too much pain and anger going on. It was a women’s clinic, and the only one at the time that would accept my HMO through the actors union. Actors are regarded as one of the most high-risk groups in the world, mostly because of the AIDS epidemic at the time.

Joyce finally came back out and gave me an appointment card. “Okay, young man…de doctah will see you Saturday mornin’ at 7:00. Bring wit you an extra-extra large at-a-letic support.” And that was that.

Saturday morning arrived. I admit to being nervous, no matter how easy the procedure was supposed to be. I was 40 years old and this was way overdue. After checking in, I sat in the lobby, almost in the same chair as before. Since it was a weekend (or despite it), it was more filled than before. I sat for nearly another 30 minutes – efficiency was not this clinic’s strong suit – when I heard loudly and almost boisterously “YO! Mistah RONJAAAAAZZZ!” Scared the hell out of me and woke the room up. I stood up and walked toward her.

In front of all these people in the lobby, she said “Did you bring yo’ support?” Shocking pause. First thing that came to mind: “Oh yeah, Joyce, she’s in the car.” Everyone laughs. Joyce waves at me to come on back.

I was given a gown and told to change and wait. Dutifully I did so. And then it was another 45-minute wait. Fuck. Finally…finally the doctor came in and we greeted each other. He took the time, thankfully, to explain what he was going to do, step by step. Then we went into gear.

I took off the gown and laid down on the operating table. All kinds of mirrors, up and down, ostensibly so the doctor could use them in ‘other’ procedures. For me, he simply said “Ron, you can watch if you like.”

Do I want to watch the doctor cut into my balls??? Would you???

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Doc: “Yes?” Guess who walked in.

“Doctah…I had a little time. And I ain’t nevah seen dis done. You mind if I watch?”

He laughed heartily and looked at me. “Well, Ron, what do you think?”

WHAT DO I THINK??? Well, it was different than what I said, I promise you that….

“SURE, Joyce, come on in. The more the merrier…” They both laughed. I had a captive audience. Whoopee.

And so it went. I was numbed locally and he began his work. Joyce pulled a chair up…yes, she was fucking ringside…At one point, she literally leaned over me to look across the table at what the doctor was doing. I could feel her tits on me, like two water balloons just waiting to burst. She looked at my cock and then back at me: “Ron, dat’s GOOOD…” Smiling.

I said “NOW you want me?” She laughed out loud. The doctor said “Don’t make me laugh too hard, Ron, I have these tools here in my hands, you know…”

The whole procedure did, indeed, take less than ten minutes. I went to change clothes and yes, put my jock strap on. Washed up and went out into the lobby. Waiting on Joyce. I had to wait until I got my insurance card back with a receipt for payment of services.

Joyce came out. Gave me everything, along with instructions for my self-care. Then, as we shook hands, she whispered in my ear:

“Mistah Ronjazz…..you have fun, you hear?” I whispered back “Honey, you have my number. Call me in six weeks!” She let out a delighted whoop, as we hugged each other. “HAPPY NEW YEAR, son!!!” And she laughed herself back into the office, disappearing into memory.

The story of my vasectomy…The day was December 31, 1995. Just a happenstance, the date was. The rest, as they say, is history.

Happy New Year, Joyce.

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"I can't regulate morality...."

Well...that's not necessarily true. Governments do it all the time. But when I read this in the Chicago Sun-Times this morning, I chuckled. Take a look....

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A Melrose Park pornography bookstore -- run with the help of a former crooked cop with ties to the mob -- offers a party room in the back where couples and singles have multiple sex partners as part of organized, late-night sessions.

It costs $30 or more per person to get in to the party room at 15th Avenue Adult Books, run for months out on a nondescript building in an industrial area. Guests can linger at chairs and tables or get up on a stage and partake in the activities, according to people familiar with the business.

Finger foods, such as chicken wings, are provided. They also offer drinks.

And despite months of investigation by local and county officials, there's apparently nothing illegal about it.

One of the people behind the business is Robert Urbinati, a former Franklin Park police officer, who runs the business with his wife. Urbinati was sentenced in 2002 to 33 months in prison for taking $500 in bribes each month from the mob to protect a lucrative video poker gambling operation.

Urbinati, 68, also allegedly was an Outfit message man, reportedly passing communications between two high-ranking mobsters, the late Anthony Centracchio and the onetime head of the Chicago Outfit, James "Little Jimmy" Marcello, now in prison after being convicted of racketeering and other crimes in the historic Family Secrets mob case.

Centracchio made the news in 2001 when it was revealed the geriatric mobster was caught on a secret FBI video recording having sex with a younger employee at the abortion clinic he ran.

As for Urbinati, "my client has done his time, and now he's moved on to the second phase of his life," said well-known criminal defense attorney Joseph "The Shark" Lopez, who has represented many alleged mobsters.

Urbinati could not be reached for comment.

Lopez stressed that there was no prostitution at the business, and no illegal drugs, just consenting adults doing their own thing. The party room is used for other activities too, Lopez said, like bachelor parties.

"No different than the Sybaris, except more people," Lopez argued, referring to the motel chain where couples go for romantic weekends.

Since last year, the Cook County sheriff's police has sent in undercover officers on several occasions and found nothing illegal happening, a spokesman said.

Melrose Park Mayor Ronald M. Serpico said he'd rather not have the business in his town but there's nothing he can do about it. His own police have investigated it and called in the Cook County sheriff for assistance. The Cook County Department of Public Health investigated and found no issues, Serpico said.

"Is it fun for us? Absolutely not," Serpico said.

"Do I want to be having this conversation with you?" the mayor asked. "I'd rather be talking about the Super Bowl."

The pornography bookstore meets village zoning requirements for such businesses, which were set up after Melrose Park was sued in federal court over the issue.

Serpico argued that the vast majority of Melrose Park residents don't even know the business is there or what goes on there, given its location.

"It couldn't be further away from civilization," Serpico said. "Not one resident has called to complain."

The mayor said he did not know who was running the bookstore until recently.

When asked if he had qualms about a onetime associate of organized crime helping operate a business in his town, Serpico said no, adding, "I can't control what somebody has done in the past."

The bookstore "is what it is," Serpico said. "I can't regulate morality."

Valentine

Just a thank you to all my friends here...

For allowing me to offer myself to you in the way I wish.
For coming along with me on a strangely wonderful trip.
For offering what you can to encourage me along the way.
For accepting that I am who and what I say I am, even with the bumps in the road.
For being available for counsel; for take my own encouragement in a positive way.

And most of all...For being my friends.

Hope it's a wonderful day, you sex gods and goddesses.

What Makes You Tick?

A hot new friend, heelsnstocking, dropped me a note and asked this question. Go read her...she is nothing but FUN and more!
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What makes me tick? So many things. What a great question. Okay, here we go...In no real order, but just as they come to mind.

Creativity. People who have it, who own it, who utilize it in their daily lives. I personally feel quite an affinity for those who have the ability to weave and build and make something, whether tangible or esoteric, and have something to say. Like to think I have that in me to offer the world.

Physicality. I need to touch. I do it every day with the people in my life. It's an energy for me that I can't easily explain, but it is real and powerful. I shake a hand. I pat a back. I stroke an arm. I offer myself in the same way. To touch means that I am IN touch with the world around me as well as with who I am as a man.

Risk. I've said in my blog ad nauseum that we all need to take chances in life in order to grow. And we find that growth in the results of taking the risk. How a person can sit quietly at the table with a pat hand without throwing a little in the kitty is beyond me. Yes, at this point in my life, I have a few limitations, both physically and emotionally, that I have to take time to work through. But the desire to continue the search, to push the envelope, well, that will always be in me. And I crave those people in life to surround me.

Passion. How one can live in life without the passion to be bold, to search, to learn new things is anathema to me. And yes, pursuing my passions has cost me some. Got my first job as an actor in 1970 at 15. Forty years later (something that I'm very proud of and is almost unheard of in my business), I"m still strong and energetic and vital and wanting so many things. When I find those things that satisfy the passions I have, I work hard to cultivate them. It will always be a part of who I am. I plan on having sex in some form right up to the day I die...which is another forty years that I'm aiming for at the very least.

Openness/Intimacy. There is nothing more satisfying in life than finding true intimacy with a kindred soul. I believe that we gravitate to those folks, that we all find each other eventually...the trick is in recognizing who they are. And when I mention intimacy, I speak of much more than just sex, just as I believe that real openness between people is more than just fucking who we choose. Real intimacy is both a truly one-on-one experience between two people AND an all-encompassing attitude of what touches you and how you need to keep yourself truly open to achieve such a thing. For me, they are one and the same. I know for a fact that there are very few people with my attitudes. Yet I have been able, in some way, to arrive at such an understanding with many folks in our blogging sphere, for instance, and most of them I will never physically meet. You are now one of those people that I want to find that feeling with...and we all need it in some way.

Friendship. Maybe this most of all, Scarecrow...lol.. You know, I've never really had a best friend. There is no one in my life that I have ever had the privilege of sharing all my secrets with. Instead, I'm like a bartender with the desire to invest in the people who arrive in my life. Just as I touch, I also need the emotional and spiritual interplay. That again entails take chances with people. And yes, even in friendship, we make our mistakes and get our hearts affected. But the rewards of taking those chances with people, by allowing ourselves to be vulnerable, are endless.

How's that? Oh, yes....and my sexual appetite is wide and varied like yours, heels. Ever been flogged yet?....

Smile...

HNT ???

I always admire all you gorgeous women and the guys with more courage than me to offer something for HNT. I took my first pic the other day and am trying to find my OWN courage to post it. Shared it with a couple of folks who were encouraging, but I haven't yet found my way.

Just a curiosity that the adventurer in me is considering following through. Would any of you be interested?

Dad

I"ll get back to the fun stuff next time. Right now, I'm a bit challenged. This is always, always a painful day. So I ask your indulgence as I get all this out of the way, and I won't bother you with it again.

Today is my father's birthday. He reaches 80 today; you get that far only once. He is a very private, protective man who simply does not know how to let people in. We are absolute opposites. Over the years, I have reached out to him in whatever way will work.

And nothing does. Because my father never knew how to be a father.

He was a uniquely brilliant man in his prime, who allowed life to intimidate him thoroughly. A Marine who reached the rank of master sergeant. He helped on the assembly line in a military unit as part of those who developed the engine for the Mustang jet, one of the prime jet fighters in the 50s. Was in the service for eight years. I remember as a 5-year-old boy seeing him come home in his uniform with all the stripes. He never kept it...I never saw it again after that day.

He was a milkman, believe it or not. Worked for twenty years on home routes, business routes, school routes, driving cattle cross-country for the dairy company. One day, he was offered the opportunity of a lifetime. A promotion as the deputy district manager. Tripling his salary. Changing his life in a positive, forward way.

He turned it down.

My mother did not understand it. She badgered him for weeks. Making fun, calling him names, as my mother was the dominant personality in the house. Oh, wait until I tell you her story in July on HER 80th birthday...Anyway, it was one night at the dinner table that apparently did it. She was complaining on the subject again, apparently. And he didn't have any courage or fortitude to hold it in any longer. He told her in a hurried voice:

"I didn't take the damned job because I can't READ."

My father couldn't read. And it explained so much about how I grew up. We'd be at the dinner table. He'd have the paper in front of him, turning pages, seemingly reading. Every once in a while, he'd look at me, point at a picture and say "I don't have my glasses, what's that say?" So I'd tell him and he'd launch on a tirade about something he didn't understand verbally, most on the Vietnam War...I remember that he didn't sign my college applications. I had to forge his signature because, in his words..."I didn't go and I turned out all right. We can't afford it." I always thought it was because he didn't like me. I thoroughly intimidated him, and I didn't even know it.

We went to one movie once. We went on a picnic once, and he threw a ball to my brother. No one in my family has ever seen me work as an actor. Forty years, since I was 15. That's embarrassing and very painful.

Lots of stories. A fistfight between us. So many times, it became hard to deal with, so when people would ask about my family, I would simply say that they were gone. So I didn't feel the need to pour it out, as I have here to you...But I'm almost done, friend, I promise.

Last time I saw my father was in December 1993. I brought presents that he couldn't open. I made dinner that he didn't like. I...well, anyway, it got to be around 9:00 PM, and it was obviously that he couldn't deal...and by the end of the evening, neither could I. So I say goodbye and drove out to the hotel I was staying at...yes, I stayed at a hotel in my hometown. Hopped in my car and drove back to Chicago, five hours. Got home around 2:30 AM.

I've tried every year. On his birthday or at the holidays. He just doesn't know how. I pour all this out, because the computer screen can be empathetic in that regard, at least to a point. But in the end, I think my upbringing, along with my job, taught me to create family in my life in the best way I know how. I don't dwell on it...it's just too exhausting. But every once in a while, we all need to unburden. You all, as my blogging family, can always simply click past this rambling and move on. I'll never know.

But my father knows. And I will call as I always do, leaving my number for the umpteenth time in an attempt to fill a void. And he will leave it unanswered, just as if I hadn't called at all.

THIS is why I refuse to live my life in fear. THIS is why I live my own life so hard, so openly, with all its warts and all its surprises. Because on the other side of all this lies my father, who has been frozen all his life.

It hurts. Always. But I live with it. We all have our ways. Happy birthday, Dad.

Thank you, friend, for listening. You may now return to your day...

Cherrie

How many of you remember Cherrie?

She was one of the great bloggers out here. Her and her husband Hardin would share the duties. It was one of those moments where two people could sense each other's spirit between her and me. We got together (I discovered she lived 20 miles from me) and established a hot lover/friendship exchange between us. She pulled away from blogging a couple of years ago for personal reasons.

Cherrie is having a hard time right now. Very hard. I throw this out to those of you who read and loved her openness, her intelligence, her HNTs (wow), and to ask you to throw a prayer onto your list for her...to help someone when she's down.

I would consider it a personal favor. Thank you.

Don't You Get It, Gentlemen???

I read a recent post from our friend Kyra. It made me think about the women I've been fortunate enough to share with. And it inspired me to write a bit.

Sometimes I am absolutely embarrassed by how really self-centered and ultimately stupid some men can be sometimes. Especially about sex. You cannot take without giving; in the end, you get nothing. A man must know that the give-and-take in sex is EARNED and EXPERIENCED, not EXPECTED or ENTITLED. You want a woman to suck your cock, you have to give her a good reason to do so, and not just say it. We earn our respect in every part of life. She will dearly LOVE to give it back to you when you show her how much you want her. It works for me this way the vast majority of the time.

From the most romantic moments to the most lustful and even profane ones that we all occasionally enjoy, it's always smarter to SHOW her why you want her by giving her pleasure FIRST. It establishes trust. It communicates to her how attractive you believe she is, how alluring and desirable. There is a vibe there that you can take the initiative on by simply foregoing your own immediate pleasure for a while. Give it to her. Or better yet, give her the impression that she is TAKING IT from you. There is a strength and power in giving such things to others...it is NOT a sign of weakness. And what in the world is wrong, gentlemen, with being just a bit vulnerable once in a while?

NOTHING.

Even in my own newly refreshed pleasures, I have seen that it is absolutely best to offer her comfort and release BEFORE yours. It doesn't always have to work this way, of course, and I do believe that experienced and passionate lovers get this. If you are new to each other...or if there is a dynamic existing where she is submissive to you...GIVE her the pleasure before taking your own. The very act of being submissive is, in itself, the strongest, most courageous thing that a woman can offer a man, in my own opinion. I know, in my own sexuality, that I practice a very bold mix of old-fashioned chauvinism and a healthy respect and even urging of a woman's boldness and her expressed desires. If she gives me her body to play with, I OWE HER the respect of turning her on as much as the impulse requires. From there, you have given to each other in such a unique way that no one can disrupt the moments.

I suppose this comes from a recognition on my own part that MEN AND WOMEN DO HAVE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN EACH OTHER THAT MUST BE ACKNOWLEDGED. The equality comes in seeing the roles that need to be played. And YES, they can ALSO reverse themselves...I deeply enjoy a woman who feels confident enough to take the initiative...it doesn't always need to work just this way or just that way...for those of you who think that is what I'm saying.

But for me, this is where it all starts, guys. Giving FIRST. NEVER take first....Now...Let the debate commence.

Endurance Redux

A couple of years ago, I spotted this goofy article from the Associated Press. There apparently was a four-week study done through the Journal of Sexual Medicine to determine the optimal amount of time for sexual intercourse. 1500 couples participated in this venture. And it was determined that the time floats between 3 and 13 minutes, with a median time of nearly 8 minutes....Now friends, we're only talking about actual penetration, pumping and orgasm from the male...that's it. They strapped stopwatches on women to determine such a thing....

Oh and another thing.... this study was done in 2005! It took three years for the damned thing to be published in May of 2008! It doesn't count foreplay (which as we all know can be most of the fun anyway) or any other sexual act. And apparently, it makes no difference how old or young the male was....the results were startlingly similiar. It mentions nothing of the quality of what was going on, or any variant factors involved (position, diet, conditions, influences, preferences), or how many times each couple fucked each other in the four weeks, or whether the women had orgasm, or if any comments about even enjoying this kind of factory fucking were offered as evidence of anything important.

Shall I go on? Believe me, Uncle Ron loves sex and all of its variants. But as a lab rat???

Okay...so now the other day I read that young men these days are getting prescriptions for Viagra, Cialis, etc., and are taking it recreationally, because they believe it will help them last longer. They are willing to spend upwards of $300 a MONTH to achieve something that, with taking care of yourself in the right way, you can get to at 25-30 years old ANYWAY. What I wonder is: Where in the hell do they get the fucking money to do this every month??? And why in the world do you need to buy it when you are 25 years old??? THIS is where we've evolved to. I swear to you, sometimes I'm embarrassed to be in the company of these idiots.

I would take it all with a grain of salt, in any case. It's NEVER mattered to me how long NEARLY as much as how WELL we can fuck and enjoy each other, ladies. If it's three minutes to bliss, fine. If it's thirty minutes or longer, wonderful. Just tell me what I can do to make it BETTER... not necessarily LONGER. If it takes longer and we want it that way...we'll go the way of the old joke "How do you get to Carnegie Hall?

....practice, practice, practice...."

January 19, 2007

....was the first day I ever blogged. Thanks to an old friend, Dark Pixie.

I shared my openness in the most complete way I know how.

I've gone through changes that I never anticipated, even as I might imagine them.

I've shared dreams and goals with you. I've shared my picture and my voice. I've offered my own kind of encouragement. I've met lovers and friends and want a lot more, as you do. I've shared THOSE experiences with you, too.

I found a new way of life that saved me from, well, lots of pain. And going through it was not without its own pain.

I enjoy each one of you who shares with me. I continue to hope that I have earned your trust and entertained your spirits.

I can only hope to continue.

And any of you...any one of you who feels lonely or separated from the move in life...I offer myself as a friendship, a confidant, a lover.

Because the torchlight is always on, friend.

Group Post: Sweet Sensations

In my youth…Well, when I was a bit younger, not that I’m that old, but to some out here, 55 may just be old…I showed an impulsive trick to an earthy, fun woman that I use to this day. Mary was an extremely sexual, sensual woman. Blonde, a bit portly, but very attractive, with large, bouncing breasts that everyone enjoyed. She had a great laugh, a wonderful way with people and was very vulnerable. We dated off and on for a few years and always shared a warm, loving friendship. In fact, she was the one who encouraged me to ask her sisters out…both of them…yes, I dated three sisters. Wrote a post about it last year.

We had dinner one night in an outdoor café. Enchanted with each other. Conversation, comfort, a little spice, a lot of touching and we ended up at my place. We had both just divorced within two months of each other back in 1986 and we offered ourselves some healing humanity. Mary rolled onto her back as I dove onto her body, kissing her lips, her neck, down to her gorgeous tits.

Impulsively I slapped one and she jolted up to a sitting position.

“Oh fuck” she said quietly. Thinking I’d done something wrong I quickly said “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” She looked at me lustfully. “God no, honey. Do that again.” “Okay then. Lie back.”

I began again, kissing and squeezing. Clutching thick blonde hair. Constant moaning. I slapped her again. This time, she stopped breathing to feel the tingle. I did it again. For a few moments, I sucked and slapped this woman all the way up and down her body. She reveled in the pain/pleasure feeling.

Then I took a chance. I slapped her pussy. Hard enough to feel it, but not too hard to do any perceived damage.

“OH FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!”

Amidst the tingle on her cunt, I went down and swallowed her clit into my mouth. Big and round it was. I surrounded it with my teeth. Flicked it hard and soft, up and down, side to side. She kept a steady moan as her juice flooded my face. God this is fun, I remember thinking.

Then I started humming on her clit. With it caught between my bite.

And you would have thought I shoved a vibrator up her cunt. She stopped moaning at first and began spasming in my mouth. What a hot thing that was. It last a fair amount of time. Then through her own lust, she said haltingly;

“JESUS!!!! THATISSOOOOSWWEEEEETTT!!!”

I simply kept it up until she pushed me away. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t move. And frankly, I was proud of myself for finding this new kind of ‘toy’ and in knowing that I could satisfy someone so heartily. As she laid there, I began stroking my cock. Got it to its ultimate length. Mary lazily reached over and stroked it for me. It was obvious that I had struck a kind of nerve and that we weren’t going to fuck. Fine. No problem. I reached over to grab the lube.

She said “No. Let me.”

And she rolled over enough to find my cock and devour it. Mary put a man’s cock deep in her throat near her gag reflex. Not all the way there, but enough to have more than a usual shaft in a woman’s mouth. She began short, easy, hardly moving motions up and down my cock.

And she began humming herself.

My fucking god, it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced up to that time. And I came twice in her mouth, Mary doing that favorite thing of letting some of my cum drip out the side of her mouth. When I finally started losing my erection, she simply kept me in her mouth until I had melted all the way down. She kissed it. Then we kissed each other, mingling our juices together. And we fell asleep.

It wasn’t really rough sex, although there were moments. But it was the first time that the intimacy had taken that kind of turn for me.

Talk about sweet sensations.
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Come read the rest of us, friends:

Haute Chocolat: www.thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com
Britni: http://britisstillshameless.blogspot.com
Petal: http://secretlifeofaslummymummy.blogspot.com/
Ronjazz: www.ronjazz.blogspot.com
fgsakes: http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Bri: www.theunequivocalme.blogspot.com
Gray : http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Salt and Pepper: http://cellobiscuit.blogspot.com
Topaz http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
Barefoot Dreamer: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com
Panserbjorne: http://insatiabear.blogspot.com
Autumn: http://autumnmistspeaks.blogspot.com
Dave - http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com
Kimberly: http://www.yourerrantwife.blogspot.com/

Gazing Out The Window

I'm here in a familiar coffeeshop this morning, looking around at the cold. Right now, here in the upper Midwest, that's what it is...the cold, plain and simple. I did my best in trying to find work in the theatre in a warmer place this year -- last winter was the one that did me in. But alas, no luck. So now I'm in the place I was in last year -- auditioning, hustling, look to stay alert and alive for the next couple of months until the steadfast and constant hand of winter will let go.

My birthday is July 1. So I always use New Year's Day as a kind of gauge to see where I've been in the last six months...and to look ahead to the next six months. Generally I like to take someone to dinner and share all of this. It's one of the few times I make it all about me.

This year, I don't have a dinner partner yet. Who wants to join me?

Call to the Harem!

Okay, ladies. Okay, gentlemen. Okay, couples.

We need some new inspiration for the Harem here. Any new blood out here want to be the subject of an erotic post? I would dearly enjoy that, and I trust that you would, too. If you need to ask what the Harem is about, I will simply solicit those friends of ours out here who have experienced it. I will let them speak for me.

But I do need to fill it up, folks. There are still too many places unoccupied in the tent...:)

So Now We Have A New Year

...and I want you all to come back with your thoughts.

I was reading a couple of friends here who had gotten together to meet, ostensibly for the first time. I also have had the good fortune to have met a couple of blog friends here in Chicago.

Tell me this...What kind of interest would there be in creating a meeting of minds and bodies from you all? We pick a date well in advance, so if you have interest, you can prepare. I offer Chicago as a great place to start. A cosmopolitan city. Lots to offer. History, music, people, etc. Hell, I'm even more than happy to create entertainment (by that I mean a show of some kind) for you all.

We pick a name for it. We try to make it a weekend. We plan activities for us all, including intimate time, if anyone is interested. And we renew such things every couple of years or so. You know there will be turnover in attendance. But the dynamic, to me, would be fascinating and fun.

I know this sounds crazy, and I'm writing this rather impulsively. If the idea falls on its face, fine. But I just wonder...Wouldn't you all like to know what it would be like to meet other bloggers who are open and tolerant and smart and funny and sexy....And find us all in one place for a weekend?

Think about it. I'm more than happy to spearhead such an experience.