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.