Much of what we deal with out here has to do with fantasy or fiction. I've had my own fantasy for a long time here and finally figured a way to share it with you. Actually more of a dream, an aspiration. But I can't imagine anyone objecting to it... And it all begins this way...
I have won the lottery. A nice round figure...say, $20 million. After taxes, lemme keep half. Yeah...$10 million. I can work with that.
After taking care of business in my own life, this is what I'd like to do: I want to invite all the friends and their partners I have out here in our world to come and play.
I'd select a location central to everyone who expresses an interest. Chicago is obviously a logical choice, but honestly, I wouldn't be tied to that. I'd find some great hotel or resort that would allow me to purchase a week's worth of rooms. I'd make sure that the event was announced in plenty of time for all to make arrangements -- maybe four to six months in advance, because I want no interruptions in the festivities.
Planned activities? Great. Private time? I need that, too, don't worry. In addition to the rooms, there would be ballrooms or open rooms to invite all to anything they want and see; I would want it to be a celebratory, hedonistic event on one hand...and a quiet, intimate jubilee of sexual and emotional release on the other. You want to open your own rooms to people? Fine, that's up to you.
And I would want to be your host and pay for it all. Money is no object.
Not only that, but if I could make it an annual gathering, my God, what fun that would be! Singles, groups, guys and gals, watching, showing off, toys, all kinds of masturbation and imagination... and fucking. Loud, sweaty, open, gorgeous sex for all in whatever guise they would like. The proprieties of the hotel or ranch or resort or whatever would be observed as much as possible. Good people, good food, good music. Good conversation, where we bend an elbow and talk about anything and everything....in loving, communal, intellectual exchange.
Now...who's invited? Well, you would have to volunteer that here. I have folks that I want to invite to make sure that they are a part of the festivities, yes. But I hesitate to make a list, because I don't want to offend anyone in case I inadvertantly forgot their names off my list.
So...send me your interest. If you have a partner whom you think would enjoy it, include them in your note to me.
And encourage the fates to let me win the lottery to make all this become reality....because remember, it IS a fantasy...:)
Friday, June 26, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Opening The Cookie Jar
I've rarely hidden my open erotic nature from people. I always feel that if you don't try, you don't do, so whenever I have entered into anything approaching a dating relationship (and I believe the potential is there for something special), I will inevitably bring up the concept of widening sexual boundaries. But I have learned that I need to be particular when and where I share such knowledge and desire.
And I deeply lament the state of the world and the constant fear of unlocking those boxes.
I have one more week here in this conservative southern Illinois campus at which I am presently working. Last night after the play finally opened, there was a little gathering at the house of one of the cast members, where we had pizza and beer and were fairly quiet. The cast ranges from 40 to 60 or so... I can call them peers. The various subjects of discussion eventually went to sexual escapades in college and beyond. I kept my own history pretty quiet -- having been burned in recent weeks by sharing my desires in a relationship -- and instead listened and commented on others.
Finally someone said "Ron, you're being awfully quiet here." "No, I'm not" I said. "I'm just listening here and enjoying the conversation." Another one said "So what do you have to offer here? Give us some history here....For instance --" She paused, trying to find something to stump one with...
NOTE: In general, I do not enjoy hanging around people in my business. Everyone has one priority: Me, me, me. Most of the time, they totally ignore the fact that working in the theatre is, first and foremost, a collaborative art. In other words, if it wasn't for the writer, the director, the tech people and ultimately the audience, the actor would be worth nothing...there is no other reason for the actor to work at his craft.
...Finally she came out with "Ron, what's the most outrageous sex you've had?" Now this woman was bragging a lot last night...most of which I frankly didn't care about , let alone believe. She's not even a good actress...but I offered this little tidbit, which I posted here on Torchlight early last year...
"Well, Susan....I've had three sisters."
She froze. One of the guys did the classic 'liquid through the nose' thing. She said to me "You have NOT!" I said "Hey, you asked...Mary, Donna and Monica." After the laughter had subsided, I said "I also write an erotic blog." Now here, I was taking a chance. I've shown my blog to friends in the past that I've lnot lost, because of their own judgment and feelings... something I've posted on here as well. One of the girls said "Where?"
"It's a blog, Jane. It's online."
"God, I want to see it!" Suddenly a cacaphony of "Me, too!...Where is it?...Can we see it now?"
So...
It was like opening a cookie jar. On the family computer everyone went; I signed on and showed them. They began reading and commenting in shocked fashion "Oh my GOD, Ron!!!" Most of it in good humor, but still guarded on expressing their own desires. I showed them a Harem story, the one about the Cheating Wife. I showed them how to negotiate and track other blogs in our sphere, how to comment, etc. And I left after a time, three of the six cast members glued to the computer, amazed that sex blogs exist. When we gather for the show again, I await the silent treatment that always comes...
I don't hide anything in my blog, and I don't hide my blog from people anymore. I simply am selective these days with whom I share such knowledge, and all of you who blog this way understand what I mean. But damn, I have to admit that it does get tiring to feel like the only guy at the party...
And I deeply lament the state of the world and the constant fear of unlocking those boxes.
I have one more week here in this conservative southern Illinois campus at which I am presently working. Last night after the play finally opened, there was a little gathering at the house of one of the cast members, where we had pizza and beer and were fairly quiet. The cast ranges from 40 to 60 or so... I can call them peers. The various subjects of discussion eventually went to sexual escapades in college and beyond. I kept my own history pretty quiet -- having been burned in recent weeks by sharing my desires in a relationship -- and instead listened and commented on others.
Finally someone said "Ron, you're being awfully quiet here." "No, I'm not" I said. "I'm just listening here and enjoying the conversation." Another one said "So what do you have to offer here? Give us some history here....For instance --" She paused, trying to find something to stump one with...
NOTE: In general, I do not enjoy hanging around people in my business. Everyone has one priority: Me, me, me. Most of the time, they totally ignore the fact that working in the theatre is, first and foremost, a collaborative art. In other words, if it wasn't for the writer, the director, the tech people and ultimately the audience, the actor would be worth nothing...there is no other reason for the actor to work at his craft.
...Finally she came out with "Ron, what's the most outrageous sex you've had?" Now this woman was bragging a lot last night...most of which I frankly didn't care about , let alone believe. She's not even a good actress...but I offered this little tidbit, which I posted here on Torchlight early last year...
"Well, Susan....I've had three sisters."
She froze. One of the guys did the classic 'liquid through the nose' thing. She said to me "You have NOT!" I said "Hey, you asked...Mary, Donna and Monica." After the laughter had subsided, I said "I also write an erotic blog." Now here, I was taking a chance. I've shown my blog to friends in the past that I've lnot lost, because of their own judgment and feelings... something I've posted on here as well. One of the girls said "Where?"
"It's a blog, Jane. It's online."
"God, I want to see it!" Suddenly a cacaphony of "Me, too!...Where is it?...Can we see it now?"
So...
It was like opening a cookie jar. On the family computer everyone went; I signed on and showed them. They began reading and commenting in shocked fashion "Oh my GOD, Ron!!!" Most of it in good humor, but still guarded on expressing their own desires. I showed them a Harem story, the one about the Cheating Wife. I showed them how to negotiate and track other blogs in our sphere, how to comment, etc. And I left after a time, three of the six cast members glued to the computer, amazed that sex blogs exist. When we gather for the show again, I await the silent treatment that always comes...
I don't hide anything in my blog, and I don't hide my blog from people anymore. I simply am selective these days with whom I share such knowledge, and all of you who blog this way understand what I mean. But damn, I have to admit that it does get tiring to feel like the only guy at the party...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
It Was Like College...
I am working right now in a college town in southern Illinois, being a stage manager for a summer playhouse during the month of June. The housing I am in is a pretty fair two-bedroom apartment that is doing me just fine.
Last night I came back from rehearsal and grocery shopping. Opened a beer and sat down. I looked across the campus at the buildings on the other side of the grounds. A single light is on and a woman - from a distance, she looked Asian - was standing barebreasted in her bedroom, the curtains open. Well, I'm not stupid...I turned my chair for a comfortable look. She had extremely long brunette hair that draped each surprisingly large breast like a scene on stage. And she was gently rubbing her breasts with lotion. I say they were large breasts because when she swept her hands across them in her preparations for bed, the folding of the skin created large creases on her chest. When she let them go, they bounced happily and heavily upon her.
I stood there, totally captivated by this young woman, and yes, my own loins stirred a bit. When she put the bottle down, she then began tweaking her nipples, pulling them out away from her body. It was obviously something she liked, for every time she pulled, her head went up in a slightly twisted manner and her face was a little...changed....The man in me wanted to keep watching...alas, that's when she closed the curtain for the night.
But damn, let me tell you....:)
Last night I came back from rehearsal and grocery shopping. Opened a beer and sat down. I looked across the campus at the buildings on the other side of the grounds. A single light is on and a woman - from a distance, she looked Asian - was standing barebreasted in her bedroom, the curtains open. Well, I'm not stupid...I turned my chair for a comfortable look. She had extremely long brunette hair that draped each surprisingly large breast like a scene on stage. And she was gently rubbing her breasts with lotion. I say they were large breasts because when she swept her hands across them in her preparations for bed, the folding of the skin created large creases on her chest. When she let them go, they bounced happily and heavily upon her.
I stood there, totally captivated by this young woman, and yes, my own loins stirred a bit. When she put the bottle down, she then began tweaking her nipples, pulling them out away from her body. It was obviously something she liked, for every time she pulled, her head went up in a slightly twisted manner and her face was a little...changed....The man in me wanted to keep watching...alas, that's when she closed the curtain for the night.
But damn, let me tell you....:)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
To Swing Or Not To Swing
....that really IS a question.
I shared recently that I joined a swingers site to see if I could find those folks in my life who live as openly as I aspire to do. It has never been just about sex, as I have too many liberal viewpoints that I desire these days to share. My politics are too enveloping, my professional experience needs lots of open boundary from a partner, my very philosophies are those of extreme tolerance and fairness...and even in all this, I continue to learn new lessons.
But since we all place our sexual proclivities at or near the top of any life's list, I sought this out as a way to satisfy some of those needs. I've been fortunate in having my share of sexual dalliances that involve more than one person and I deeply enjoy it. Now in the swinger lifestyle (in case there is anyone who is not aware), it is a couples activity for the vast majority of participants, who then make their own rules between them as to how far they want, are willing or agree to go. The anathema of the swinger these days is the single man. So many men just go into it to find pussy, to get off themselves, and they have developed the impression of not caring for anything or anyone else. As a result, single men of all ages are often highly restricted or simply banned from entering clubs, for instance.
As I have reached out to some folks on this site, I realize that this is quite an uphill climb I have in finding that partner. Yes, there are single women who are interested in finding single men. The experience they share, almost to a person, is that most single men only WANT that one thing and will not offer anything else in the experience...things like intelligence. Respect. Open discussion. Even allowing the woman they are with to participate with others while IN the club. For Pete's sake, guys, it IS a swingers club. What's good for the goose and all...You want some, you gotta let her have some, too.
So I am coming to the conclusion that men...and this is not age-restricted...need to let go of that conservative (isn't that ironic, using that word in this kind of situation), possessive, restrictive, dare I say Neanderthal attitude toward women, and we need to do it NOW. I do my best to not be one of those people, and I also try to practice what I preach...although lately, opportunity hasn't necessarily been available. So many of the ads from both couples and single women say in bold caps NO SINGLE MEN.
Rather embarrassing. Totally unnecessary. And once again, it forces those of us who are trying to be honest in the endeavor to work that much harder to find the fun. And to convince women that there really are those of us out here who are interested in more than just shooting a load, because we think too often with the wrong fucking head.
I shared recently that I joined a swingers site to see if I could find those folks in my life who live as openly as I aspire to do. It has never been just about sex, as I have too many liberal viewpoints that I desire these days to share. My politics are too enveloping, my professional experience needs lots of open boundary from a partner, my very philosophies are those of extreme tolerance and fairness...and even in all this, I continue to learn new lessons.
But since we all place our sexual proclivities at or near the top of any life's list, I sought this out as a way to satisfy some of those needs. I've been fortunate in having my share of sexual dalliances that involve more than one person and I deeply enjoy it. Now in the swinger lifestyle (in case there is anyone who is not aware), it is a couples activity for the vast majority of participants, who then make their own rules between them as to how far they want, are willing or agree to go. The anathema of the swinger these days is the single man. So many men just go into it to find pussy, to get off themselves, and they have developed the impression of not caring for anything or anyone else. As a result, single men of all ages are often highly restricted or simply banned from entering clubs, for instance.
As I have reached out to some folks on this site, I realize that this is quite an uphill climb I have in finding that partner. Yes, there are single women who are interested in finding single men. The experience they share, almost to a person, is that most single men only WANT that one thing and will not offer anything else in the experience...things like intelligence. Respect. Open discussion. Even allowing the woman they are with to participate with others while IN the club. For Pete's sake, guys, it IS a swingers club. What's good for the goose and all...You want some, you gotta let her have some, too.
So I am coming to the conclusion that men...and this is not age-restricted...need to let go of that conservative (isn't that ironic, using that word in this kind of situation), possessive, restrictive, dare I say Neanderthal attitude toward women, and we need to do it NOW. I do my best to not be one of those people, and I also try to practice what I preach...although lately, opportunity hasn't necessarily been available. So many of the ads from both couples and single women say in bold caps NO SINGLE MEN.
Rather embarrassing. Totally unnecessary. And once again, it forces those of us who are trying to be honest in the endeavor to work that much harder to find the fun. And to convince women that there really are those of us out here who are interested in more than just shooting a load, because we think too often with the wrong fucking head.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Letter #2 - A. Secret
Hello, honey...
Well, here we go. I am publicly declaring my feelings for you and your essence, and I'm not at all embarrassed or ashamed. I write this missive today to share with the world my totally unabashed admiration, crush, cyberfuck, you pick the horse and we'll ride. Doesn't matter to me. From the first time we e-met, you have been a constant, erotic source of pleasure to me and to so many others, and of all the folks I know out here, you should be most proud of that fact.
Let me tell you why.
Your obvious intelligence is carried in every word you write. Your endless curiosity of the male intellect...how to play with it, where to take it, what it needs, how you can be both domme and sub to it...is the most entertaining and informative of maybe anyone out here in our world. Your playful imagination subjects me to the greatest pleasure in my mind and in my loins. You are one of the very few that I would like to BOTH fuck to my own pleasure and THEN find out who you really are and become friends, lovers, whatever romantic label that people take comfort in these days. Yes, we have an age difference, but in spirit, we seem almost exactly the same. And you know me...as I've said ad nauseum, it's all about attitude and approach to life, not whether I'm 90 years old and you just turned 18. Although if I AM 90 and you ARE 18, you probably will have to take a crash course in helping me get my cock up....:)
You can deal with that, I'm confident. Fuck yes.
The Harem post I wrote for you was the closest thing I could give you. My dream of my own horse ranch is the only thing for which I would honestly leave being an actor. And I can totally feel your wet little cunt surrounding me like a human vibrator, making those waves on my cock that will have me cumming in no time. And then I would plant myself between those gorgeous legs of yours...maybe even make myself a drink...and we laugh and joke and talk about life and love and dreams as I use my face, my mouth, my tongue in ways that maybe you've not yet felt...and stay there until we drift off to sleep...only to awaken the next morning and start it all again.
A real confession...you are one of three bloggers out here to which I have been driven to masturbation, just from the mere suggestion in my mind after reading you. And every person out here, man and woman, knows what I mean....Let the world figure who the other two are...:) And you know how much I love women, just as I am aware and accepting of how much you love men. It fits my own vision of a truly open relationship. What fun we would have, with each other and with others!
The one thing I have yet to experience is the obvious physical contact. Time will resolve that. I can see you and me becoming close, loving friends and intense lovers. I can see the dreams pursued and the fruition realized. I really can see all with a woman like you. Will it happen? Who knows? Probably not, but remember the words I live by. My own words --
Well, here we go. I am publicly declaring my feelings for you and your essence, and I'm not at all embarrassed or ashamed. I write this missive today to share with the world my totally unabashed admiration, crush, cyberfuck, you pick the horse and we'll ride. Doesn't matter to me. From the first time we e-met, you have been a constant, erotic source of pleasure to me and to so many others, and of all the folks I know out here, you should be most proud of that fact.
Let me tell you why.
Your obvious intelligence is carried in every word you write. Your endless curiosity of the male intellect...how to play with it, where to take it, what it needs, how you can be both domme and sub to it...is the most entertaining and informative of maybe anyone out here in our world. Your playful imagination subjects me to the greatest pleasure in my mind and in my loins. You are one of the very few that I would like to BOTH fuck to my own pleasure and THEN find out who you really are and become friends, lovers, whatever romantic label that people take comfort in these days. Yes, we have an age difference, but in spirit, we seem almost exactly the same. And you know me...as I've said ad nauseum, it's all about attitude and approach to life, not whether I'm 90 years old and you just turned 18. Although if I AM 90 and you ARE 18, you probably will have to take a crash course in helping me get my cock up....:)
You can deal with that, I'm confident. Fuck yes.
The Harem post I wrote for you was the closest thing I could give you. My dream of my own horse ranch is the only thing for which I would honestly leave being an actor. And I can totally feel your wet little cunt surrounding me like a human vibrator, making those waves on my cock that will have me cumming in no time. And then I would plant myself between those gorgeous legs of yours...maybe even make myself a drink...and we laugh and joke and talk about life and love and dreams as I use my face, my mouth, my tongue in ways that maybe you've not yet felt...and stay there until we drift off to sleep...only to awaken the next morning and start it all again.
A real confession...you are one of three bloggers out here to which I have been driven to masturbation, just from the mere suggestion in my mind after reading you. And every person out here, man and woman, knows what I mean....Let the world figure who the other two are...:) And you know how much I love women, just as I am aware and accepting of how much you love men. It fits my own vision of a truly open relationship. What fun we would have, with each other and with others!
The one thing I have yet to experience is the obvious physical contact. Time will resolve that. I can see you and me becoming close, loving friends and intense lovers. I can see the dreams pursued and the fruition realized. I really can see all with a woman like you. Will it happen? Who knows? Probably not, but remember the words I live by. My own words --
"I believe with all my heart that we are what we dream. If by grace or chance we reach it, the energy inside us creates another to follow."
I don't put people on a pedestal, because they are too easily knocked down by life....but we all have dreams.
You are always one of mine. Thank you for being my friend.
All love, Ron
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Today, All I Want.....
....is something I shared with a friend earlier today....
All I want to do today is to lie down.
Have someone of my choice rub me to sleep.
Wake up to my cock in her mouth or her hands and have a really hard, noisy cum.
And then go back to sleep.
Repeat a couple of times.
Is there anything wrong with that???
All I want to do today is to lie down.
Have someone of my choice rub me to sleep.
Wake up to my cock in her mouth or her hands and have a really hard, noisy cum.
And then go back to sleep.
Repeat a couple of times.
Is there anything wrong with that???
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