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...