Morality Loophole

Repost- Redheads

2008-01-22T12:50:00.000-08:00

Repost from my old blog.

The audience asks, I deliver. Not just a few words of what you want to hear but from the heart. Not fiction but truth. The unvarnished, but well polished, truth. I polished and polished...

I don't know what it is. Redheads. Is it summer and time for women to chose whatever hair color they wish? I don't know.

With the family out of town for a few weeks the cupboards were getting bare. On the way home from work last night I stopped for some "man groceries". Let's see- here's the receipt: Sauza Tequila Reposado, Chocolate pretzels, Fresca Picante Salsa, Spiced Salami, Tortilla Chips, Avocados, Patron Citronage Liqueur, Frozen Mangos, Cheese, Frozen Garlic Fries, Carne Asada...

As I was entering the store a good looking woman with long wavy auburn hair was walking out. As I shopped a 20-something, semi-goth woman with black and velvet red hair kept passing me in the aisles, which are very narrow in this store. To cap it, as I approached the checkstands the resident hot college student/cashier was working. She is really cute with blazing red hair cut short and usually spiked up. She is always nice whether I'm alone or with the kids (who she always gives stickers).

So I had redheads on the brain. A bunch of my blog friends are redheads too. Then in response to my request for a little help learning to dance country/western style I got a message from a twenty-five year old occasional dance instructer offering to show me some moves.

Honestly I felt a bit lecherous in taking her up on the offer, but I got over that. We traded a few emails and she seemed very nice. I sent her a photo so she could pick me out of the crowd. She told me she had long red hair and a great smile. Her name was Jessie and she would meet me at about 9:00. Her ride home wouldn't arrive until 12:00 so that would give more than enough time.*

I headed over to The Outwest Outpost to meet her, arriving 1/2 hour before the appointed time. I arrived and walked in, wearing my boot-cut dark denim jeans, a light blue denim shirt, and my best black boots.

The place was fairly empty when I walked in, which relaxed me a bit. I was pretty apprehensive about making a fool of myself plus my own anxiety about what wasn't really, but sort of seemed like a blind date. Having never been on anything that wasn't really, but sort of seemed like a blind date, I needed a bit of courage to help me relax.

I walked up to the bar and saw people drinking beer on my left and beer on my right. Now mind you I've had beer but I really don't care for the taste or the way it makes me burp or the short time that it stays in my body. I'm normally a red wine kind of guy but I didn't think this was the place to be ordering wine. A gin martini, up, really hits the spot too but that didn't seem right either. I do enjoy one more thing and that's a good margarita but honestly I don't trust many people to make them the way I like- good Tequila, good citrus liqueur, and fresh limon aka key lime juice. No mixers.

So I said to the bartender, "One shot of Jose Cuervo" and he obliged. I didn't waste time and before I knew it that warm feeling was spreading down my throat.

It was gone mighty quickly though so I turned right back and said "A second shot of Jose Cuervo if you would" and he did. I held the glass for just a bit longer but not for long. I decided to let those work for a few minutes as I stepped away from the bar and over to the mostly empty pool tables. A coctail waitress walked up and asked if she could get me anything and I said how about a rack of balls so I can try to remember how to play pool.

She obliged and soon I was tucked in the corner busy making a mockery of the fine game of pool. I got very good at sinking the little white ball which would have been great if this was golf but had trouble with the stripey and colored balls which is more the point in this game. I seemed to lose track of time as I did battle.

Soon I heard a sweet voice with a southern twang over my shoulder suggesting that if I aimed for the destination and not the origination I might have better luck. I turned to see piercing green eyes, long red hair, long legs, but mostly cleavage that I had no business looking at. I had no words but she did and called me by name, saying my photo looked more geeky than the real thing. I could only blurt out that she must be Jessie and I doubted that a photo could ever do her justice.

I still had no words but luckily the cocktail waitress walked up to ask if she could bring us something. Jessie ordered iced tea and I said I'd have the same. As the waitress turned away I said "and a third shot of Jose Cuervo if you don't mind". The drinks came quickly as Jessie tried help me keep the white ball where it belonged while getting the other balls off the table. Luckily the band started up before I could finish making a fool of myself so we went to start the lesson. I almost forgot but then remembered and downed the shot in one gulp to hopefully let my legs relax a bit.

We worked a bit on how many times two left feet could step on two white boots but luckily she must have had steel toes because she didn't complain. There was something about fast fast slow slow and step step but I seemed to do slow slow fast fast and trip trip.

Mercifully the band took a short break and we went back to our sweet tea but as I passed the bar I said "A fourth shot of Jose Cuervo sir might be what I need".
My dancing seemed to pick up from there and I fancied myself getting pretty good. Those shots were small though so between songs I tried to keep count.

Eventually it got crowded and hot and Jessie asked if I wanted to join her outside for a smoke. I was surprised that she smoked but said sure I could use some cooler air. We stepped out and she said doesn't really smoke but it's a good excuse to take a break. She didn't have a match and I'm not that resourceful but I said there's a lighter in my car.

We found the car but I realized that although there are four lighter sockets none of them have lighter elements. Jessie said that's okay. We sat and talked and she asked more about why I wanted to learn to dance after fifteen years being married to a country girl. I admitted that I'm really a country boy but an Oklahoma city girl is more of a country girl than a California country boy is country. The talk went on to the things that are going on and how I want to try everything possible to woo my country girl.

The seven minute smoke break took an hour or more as my story poured out to her very sympathetic ear. As the parking lot emptied we realized that we'd better do something other than sit and somehow something turned into something else.
Somehow we started kissing and pressing our bodies against one another. We got warmer and warmer and touched more and more. Soon she unbuttoned my shirt and started stroking my skin. A car that's great for driving isn't always the best for doing other things and things started getting in the way. She asked me to walk around to her side and I did. She opened the door but didn't get out, instead sat on the seat with her legs outside. She pulled me close and I tried to lean in but hit my head on the door frame. She pushed me back a bit and grabbed my belt buckle. It came undone and she went for my zipper but found buttons instead. Not quite as smooth to open but as she released each one I felt a bit of release as well.

Soon I was holding the roof rack of the car to keep from collapsing as she stroked my cock with one hand. The nails of the other made traces on my chest.

What happened next was a bit of a blur. The memory seems real and imaginary at the same time. She held my cock in her hand, stroking the shaft as she moved her mouth closer and closer to it. The light of the streetlights gave me a good view, watching the contrast between her dark nail polish and pale fingers as they stroked me. She licked the underside of my circumcised head, teasing the vein and tip, then looked up at me with a toothy smile before engulfing the head in her lovely lips. I felt the tightness of fingers stroking while I enjoyed the sight of her mouth alternately plunging down on my cock, then licking the head again, and finally looking at me, over and over again.

I began to breathe heavier and moan, which seemed to inspire her as well. She slipped her other hand between her legs and began stroking. I couldn't see what she was doing but I could hear her reactions. Moaning and whimpering as she continued sucking. Her orgasm came before mine. Even then, she still treated me to the show of her mouth on my cock.

I couldn't believe that I was watching this totally hot 25 year old college girl sucking. Even though we had just met the long conversation made me feel very close to her.

The hand on my cock pumped harder, her moans having pushed me close to the edge. She kept stroking and sucking as she listened to my moans. Finally she pulled back and said "Come for me" and that triggered my orgasm, my cum spurting. She aimed me up so I wouldn't make a mess on her outfit, instead I felt my hot cum hitting my chest.

As quickly as It had begun, it was over. For good reason too, as a car pulled into the far side of the parking lot Jessie looked and said "My husband just drove up so I'd better go". As soon as he had walked toward the front door Jessie hopped out of the car, letting her skirt drop back into place as she gave me one more smile. She said to send her an email as she ran to the side entrance. Lucky timing and I didn't even think about the fact that she might be married.

That's pretty much how the fantasy went, the part before the * being all true, but then Jessie and I chatted again after I had an offer from the owner of a club that was having some lessons tonight so we decided to not meet.

That didn't stop me from enjoying the fantasy. Afterward I got up and showered. Then I put on some dark blue, snug fitting, boot cut button fly jeans, a faded denim shirt with metal buttons, and my black boots. I hopped in the car and drove to the saloon.

Entering the place I was a bit nervous. The dance lessons were starting at 7:00 and it was 6:55. I walked up to the bar and said to the bartender, "One shot of Jose Cuervo"

Galveston, Chapter 1

2008-01-19T15:15:00.000-08:00

WARNING-
Fictional story, all characters and events... sort of made up.
Possible Sexual Content Including Some Kinky Stuff
NC-18

Galveston, Chapter 1- Intro

"Attention Houston Terminal. All inbound flights have been cancelled until further notice."

Crap. My plane to Chicago wasn't due at the terminal for almost three hours, which pretty much meant I was stuck.

I knew I should have flown direct. Booking flights online I often laugh at the bizarre routings that sometimes come up. This was no exception. There are plenty of convenient direct flights covering the 2000 mile San Francisco to Chicago route. One option came up with a plane change and 3 hour layover in Houston. An extra 1000 miles. I considered it. Why not?

A quick IM - (Note, I may use the technology but I believe in using words, not code)

JJ:Wanna meet?

HS:I'm here.

JJ:No, I mean for real.

HS:Serious? Last I checked it was 2000 miles.

JJ: Serious. I'm going to Chicago.

HS:You told me. You may not realize it, but Chicago is a little ways from Houston.

JJ:Really? I thought you could drive up.

HS:Sure. I'll just drop the kid off with my MIL and tell her I'm headed out of town.

HS:She won't ask any questions.

JJ: Seriously- I'm on Expedia. I can do a 3 hour layover in Houston on my way.

HS:You mean it!

HS:When?

JJ: Monday. Arrive 4:08

JJ: Depart 7:02

JJ: PM

HS:It's easier online.

JJ: ??

HS: I might not meet your mental image.

JJ: Don't worry. You are Penelope Cruz' twin, right.

HS: FU

JJ: Sorry, only 3 hrs.

HS: Ah, can't keep going longer? Poor baby. I might break you.

JJ: Do tell. I might risk it.

JJ: But sorry, that's the best layover I could manage without missing my meeting.

HS: Really- I say a lot over IM.

HS: It's fun but not real.

JJ: I think you're real.

HS: yes but I get carried away.

HS:I try to be the real me

HS:but a more daring real me

HS:because it's safe.

JJ: I know. I want to meet you though.

JJ: 3 hours. Quick dinner.

HS: What about everything you said- about not doing what she did.

JJ: Dinner. D.I.N.N.E.R.

JJ: Not a euphemism. Food.

HS:So you'll tell her you're meeting an online

HS:trash talkin'

HS: hot blooded mama

HS: halfway across the country?

JJ: I didnt' say that.

JJ: I don't tell her who I have lunch with.

HS: Afraid?

JJ: I'll have DHS check you for weapons.

HS: Ha.

JJ: Tell me y/n. Hold on the tickets expires in 15 minutes.

HS: come to dinner.

JJ: OK. Fine dining at HOU airport's finest.

So there I was- instead of a quick dinner I may miss the meeting the next day. Initially I line up at the gate counter, then realize that nothing is going to get resolved there. The storm wasn't supposed to hit till tomorrow. If they've shut down the airport now then I know it's going to be a long wait and the airline has no idea yet.

I shouldered my carry-on and headed towards the security exit. At least I had something to look forward to.

We had exchanged photos. I just didn't know how recent or realistic hers was. At the bottom of the escalator I looked around at the sea of waiting family members. Nothing familiar. Cold feet maybe? Or maybe the traffic was affected by the incoming storm.

"JJ!" I turned around and saw her, standing almost behind the escalator. "HS! I thought you had stood me up."

"No way. I just wanted to make sure you hadn't sent me pictures from 10 years and 100 pounds ago."

"You on the other hand look much hotter than your pic's"

"I told you as much- Didn't you believe me?"

"I expect a bit of embellishment online."

We came to a stiff silence. I broke the ice with an embrace and a quick kiss. "I'm glad to finally meet you."

"Me too" she softly replied. I held the embrace just a bit longer than social norms would dictate and stepped back. "My flight's canceled so dinner can drag out. Want to upgrade from the Waffle House?"

"Oh can we? Maybe Denny's?"

"I like you. Just as sarcastic in person."

"All the incoming flights are cancelled until after the storm. Name the place- It's going on my expense account."

"Actually I have an idea- we can kill two birds with one stone. One of my real estate listings is down on Galveston. We had a contractor doing some work and I want to check it- make sure they closed it up tight for the storm. I was going to drive down after our airport food court feast ,but you can keep me company. There are a bunch of great restaurants there."

"Sounds good. I get to see the life of a hotshot estate agent. You can demonstrate how you show a house."

"Oh yeah. I'll give you the 'special' tour that's guaranteed to close the deal."

"Do tell- I always wondered how you agents get an offer from a hesitant buyer."

"Ha ha. I'm completely above board. Of course they can dream..."

We exited the airport into the brewing storm. It was about as warm and humid as my shower. On the road the rain pelted her car.

During the hourlong drive we talked about all the things that had been hard to say online. She told me again about her husband and how she had been hurt by his 'affair'. She had discovered his budding romance and was devastated and upset that he had shared the treats that she had baked with this other woman. The fact that he didn't have sex was immaterial- That he was emotionally involved is what hurt HS the most.

When we got to the island the restaurants were closed due to impending storm. The streets were pretty empty. The power was out, streetlights and signals were dark, giving a very eerie feeling to the island as twilight set in.

We arrived at the beach house to find the shutters wide open- in fact banging in the increasing wind. I closed them tight- a few had broken latches so I scrounged up nails and a rusty piece of steel to pound them in.

After that work she thought the owners owed us- so we raided the pantry and found enough to sustain ourselves. We raided the liquor cabinet and found enough to quench our thirst. Whenever I'm in a tropical locale I go for gin & tonic. They had the best.

A bit tipsy from the drinks we collapsed together on a lounge with a great ocean view through the open front door. It was dark inside except for the glow of an old oil lamp. We watched flashes of the storm coming in through the open front door, feeling the warm wet wind.

We were close- touching. The drinks lowered my inhibitions making me want to act on my horniness. I held firm though. We had flirted a lot online but this was different. Also the basis of our online relationship was the shared hurt at our spouses' affairs. I couldn't lower myself to that level no matter how horny I was.

To be continued.... sometime...

2007-05-22T14:24:00.000-07:00

SF Weekend Chapter 4

Sorry for the long delay. I seemed to have lost my muse.

If you haven't yet, be sure to read

Chapter 1 On "My Wrath Did Grow"

Chapter 2 on "My Wrath Did Grow"

Chapter 3

After an entire cliffhanging episode, our hero hasn't moved. He's still cuffed, collared, and shackled to the bed. Will he escape? Read on to find out.

Darla starts unbuttoning her blouse. She stares at herself in the vanity mirror, expressionless. She lets the blouse drop to the floor and puts the silver key chain around her neck. She unzips and steps out of her skirt. She walks to the vanity and brushes her hair, then puts the large hoop earrings on from last night. Finally she picks up the nipple rings in their velvet box and comes to me. She bends over the bed from the waist, standing almost exactly as I had been when she whipped me earlier. No words are spoken as I suckle her breasts, once again drawing her proud nipples through the constraining rings.

I thrill to the sight of her ringed nipples over the open cups of the lace bra. I thrill to the knowledge that her pussy is exposed, shiny, wet, and bare- framed by garters and hose. I thrill knowing that she is putting herself on display for Jonas.

She leans back in and kisses me deeply. Sweeping her hair back she looks into my eyes and asks "Okay?"

I echo "Okay."

She turns and steps out of my sight. I hear the doors open, not sure whether Jonas has gone or stayed.

Continued.....

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Not much of a cliffhanger. Of course he stayed.

"Definitely not the shy girl I remember."

"Do you like my little outfit?"

"Umm hmm. I really can't believe it's you. In front of me. ... Looking like that."

"Oh? Looking like what pray tell?" She's clearly starting to get into the role.

"So sexy. So "...His voice drops to a whisper "so exposed."

"Ooh. I didn't know I was too exposed. Maybe I should change. I don't want to offend your memory of the shy college freshman."

"You're enjoying this."

"As are you. Would you like me to sit in your lap?"

"Is that better?"

"I can't believe this."

"Now, you were going to tell you what you think of my outfit. I'm sure my boyfriend in the next room wants to hear what you think."

"You're a dirty girl. I'm not sure which one of us is getting teased more."

"Clearly he is. I want you to feel free to ... Mmm. I like that."

"Kiss me. Kiss me like you did in the bar."

I strain to see them but can't. I just imagine it. Them kissing. My girlfriend there with tits and pussy on display, sitting in his lap. I know she's hungry for him, ravenously kissing him.

I hear her moaning. My imagination goes into overdrive picturing how he's touching her. This goes on for a while. No words are exchanged but I can hear them. Not knowing heightens my arousal. My cock is straining- If my hands were free I would have already masturbated to orgasm.

Eventually I hear her moans take on new intensity. Darla says "Jonas. ... Jonas. ... That feels so good." More moaning. "Oh god. Lick my pussy. Yeah. Lick my clit." More moans and vocalizations. Then gutteral noises as she comes.

Darla's voice "Your turn. I want you now." Now Jonas is the one moaning and gasping.

"Did that warm you up?"

"You're amazing!"

"Come with me."

I hear her heels approaching. Turning my head I see Darla, leading Jonas by the hand. She is (un)dressed as before. He's wearing shirt and tie- but his pants are loose- he holds them with the other hand.

"Hi Alex. I thought you might be getting lonely. Do you want to know what I just did?"

"Do tell."

"Well.... First I sat in Jonas' lap. I kissed him. He was a bit shy at first so I put his hand against my smooth vulva. He got the idea pretty quickly. Soon he was fingering me. Then he lay me back on the sofa and started licking my lips and clit while he finger fucked me. I liked it. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"You naughty girl. If I weren't indisposed I might have to punish you."

"Alex honey, you seem to be forgetting that I'm in charge this weekend. I get to make the rules."

"True- but that doesn't mean I won't have to correct you when we get home."

"I was betting on that!"

As we were talking Darla first removed her bra and garter. Then she stripped Jonas, kissing his body as she did so. She left his briefs for last. Kneeling in front of him she looked me in the eye and continued "He did such a good job licking me that I had to return the favor."

With that she lowers his shorts, letting his hard cock spring free. Just a few feet in front of my eyes she starts licking his shaft and balls before engulfing the head. She pulls back and says "I really do love sucking cock. It's just too bad that you haven't gotten any this weekend." Then she returns to her work with a zeal.

Jonas looked a bit nervous, eyeing me bound nude to the bed. Darla's attention to his cock diverted his attention and he gripped the iron footboard with one hand while stroking her shoulders with the other.

After a few moments Darla stands and kisses him, holding his cock in one hand while they embrace. "I want you now. Bend me over the bed and fuck me."

Jonas says "I want you to take him."

Darla replies "I want you first. I know his cock is aching for me; my cunt has been aching for his cock all week. I want him to see you take me- Take what he wants. I want him to see you fill me. I want him to wait just a little longer. To decide if reality lives up to his darkest desire."

"Don't worry- I want you full. I want you very full. I want him in your ass."
"I want you to cum first. You do me first, then he'll get his release."

"I want him in your ass while I fuck you."

This really turned me on. I expected to hear them having sex. I hoped to watch them having sex. I didn't expect to DP her. She'd never been in a threesome. I'd never been in a threesome. My threesome fantasies were mostly about one guy getting oral while the other fucked her.

She knows I've talked about this. She's talked about it. Even with everything this weekend so far- this seems a long step farther into kink. This act will carnally link the three of us more deeply.

Darla savagely kisses him. She humps against him and kisses him. Then she turns to me, a hungry look on her face- "I want it. I want you both. At the same time. Oh god I want you both at the same time."

Then concern "Can you hold out? Can you wait to come?"

"My cock is yours. Tell me to hold out and I will."
"A condom will help. I'll do it for you. But I need a condom."
He asks "Where?"
She points- "The black bag, right zipper. Lube too."
He comes over, opening the package, handing her the condom.
Darla rolls it on, over the bulging head, slowly, deliberately down the shaft to the base.
She holds the shaft, holds it as Jonas squirts lube on the head. She strokes the lube in. "More. More on the head."
He drips more onto the head.

Facing away from me, facing him, still gripping the shaft with one hand, she straddles me. Steadying herself on the headboard she lowers herself over my cock. He helps spread her ass cheeks and rubs lube around her hole. With more lube he penetrates her ass with one finger.

Darla groans, leaning into the headboard as she helps guide it in. Slowly she lowers herself onto my cock. First the head. Just that pressure almost sends me over the edge.
"Tight. Oh man it's tight. Take it slow." I utter.
She works her way down. Finally I'm in. In to the hilt.

She straightens up and I brace her as she lays back onto my chest. I'm afraid any movement will make me come.

"Hold her" Jonas instructs. He takes the silver key chain from around Darla's neck and unlocks my wrist chains from the bed frame.

I grip her hips, holding her still. This is for my benefit. Eight days of anticipation, combined with her tight ass- the tight ass that I've enjoyed only a few times before- makes it a struggle to avoid cumming.
I feel his weight. Kneeling between my legs he begins a slow thrust. I can feel the pressure of his cock. I can feel his weight.
I can't believe this is really happening. It is though. My cock is as hard as it's ever been, buried to the hilt in Darla's ass. Jonas rocks fore and aft, fucking Darla's pussy. Each thrust I can feel his cock moving. Fully in, his balls press against mine, pulling out she sighs.

I shift my hands to her breasts, cupping them, splaying my fingers around her nipples, still encircled by the rings. She turns her face to mine, the sides of our mouths, our tongues meeting. Jonas leans in, kissing her breast. I feel his lips on my fingers, seeking the nipple. I accommodate him, offering her tit to him, sharing her with him. She breaks our kiss and pulls him to kiss, then turns back to me.

Our tongues play as he fucks her. Her arms holding him as he suckles her breasts. I slide a hand between them, dragging the cold chain across her warm flesh. My fingers find her mound, dance around her clit. I touch her lips, feeling them spread by him. My other hand joins the first, one playing with her clit while the other traces the junction of their sex. I spread her wetness, making her clit slicker.

She turns away from me and hugs him closer. They kiss with greater intensity. She grunts into his mouth with each thrust. My fingers take a cue from their rhythm as I tease her clit, then as she bucks more wildly I apply steady pressure. She moans and bucks more as his pace intensifies. I feel her ass clenching on my cock as she orgasms. I fight my own welling orgasm.

Jonas straightens up and pulls out. Quickly, my fingers fill the void. He pulls off his condom and I feel drops of hot cum on my hand as he jerks off over her. She comes again with my fingers in her as his spunk hits her body. Her movements slow as she turns back to me and whispers "you next".

I thrust, not knowing whether one stroke will finish me. On the out stroke Darla wriggles off my cock, then rolls away from me. She turns to a kneeling position and strips my condom off. Then she straddles me, facing this time. Her skin is flushed and glistening with sweat; Jonas' cum dribbles off one breast and her belly. She leans down to me, her breasts drag across my chest. Then she slides back, mounting me. I wrap my arms around her again, this time pulling her close as I thrust up into her. We kiss again as our bodies seem to fuse. Soon I feel my orgasm build again; she senses it as well from my insistent thrusting. She tells me to come- "Fill me Alex. Fill me with your cum." And I do. My pent up desire empties into her, I feel the moist heat flowing down onto my balls.

Then we're still. Darla rolls off onto her back, wedged between Jonas and me on the bed. No words are spoken for a few moments as we all catch our breath, as we come back to reality.

Darla kisses me then turns to Jonas and kisses him. "Well now. I'm glad I got that out of my system." as she lays down with a satisfied smile on her face.

She gets the key from Jonas and unlocks me then says "I'm hungry. Weren't you guys supposed to take me out to dinner?"

Threesome Fantasy

2007-05-11T14:54:00.000-07:00

She kneels on the floor as he takes her from behind. His hands wrap around and hold her breasts. I love watching, getting to see her as a voyeur.

She braces one forearm against my leg; I feel her body surging forward and back with his thrusts. She grips the base of my cock with her hand as she alternates between licking my shaft and engulfing the head.

Her other hand reaches back to play with herself. She moans. I know how she likes to do that- usually it's my cock there. I know her fingers are feeling his hard cock sliding in and out, transferring the slick wetness to her clit.

I watch her hair swaying, her luscious breasts being held. Her nipples are engorged, peeking between his fingers as he holds them.

As she rocks fore and aft, bobbing up and down, I feel her soft hair caressing my thigh. This delicate sensation contrasts with her firm strokes on my cock.

Soon she approaches orgasm and her hand tightens on my cock. She slides me deeper into her mouth even as she has trouble concentrating on the task. Finally her moaning and almost gagging sets me off and I fill her mouth.

Is ML really looking to 'cheat'?

2007-05-08T11:33:00.000-07:00

Is ML really looking to 'cheat'?

That's the big question. Let's review the facts:

ML is a 42 year old man, married with two kids average age 5.

ML has had a total of 3 girlfriends/ sexual partners- the last being my wife who I met 18 years ago.

After their second child was born there was exactly 1 incident of sex between ML and ML's wife in the next 18 months.

In the next 9 months ML and ML's wife had sex about 150 times- 10x a week at first tapering off to-

In the last 22 months ML hasn't had a satisfactory kiss, let alone anything more.

I don't have time to go into all the details of "why" in this post. Suffice to say she thought that having a lot of sex with me would kindle some feelings. It didn't kindle the ones she hoped for. Now she has no interest in sex or romance with me. For a while I worked hard to try to win her over in my very lame ways. We remain mostly friendly and seem to do a good job of jointly parenting our kids. We still sleep in the same bed.

I've mostly given up hope now. Sometimes I think that 'something on the side' would let me stay married and keep a stable environment for the kids. Other times I discount that thought- that I need more. Also I see that line as a pretty clear cut violation of our marriage vows- that even with 'an arrangement' I have trouble with it.

The kids are the main (only) reason for this indecision. Otherwise I would be out.

Honesty is just a Rumor

2007-05-04T09:58:00.000-07:00

In Dantes 2nd Inferno, Blazngfyre posted:

Honesty is just a Rumor
Where do the lies end?
Is there any truth?
Was there ever?
Wasted.

Are these rhetorical questions? Even if, here's my perspective:

Where do the lies end?
There are lies like saying "I was there doing that at this time." Seems pretty clear cut- if the facts are false it's a lie. Being a linear thinking engineer sort, that used to be what I would consider a lie. I still do, but maybe that isn't the worst sort of lie.

Is there any truth?

Truth. Truth? Are measurable facts, if correct, true? Of course. It's important to follow some very abbreviated version of the scientific method in daily life. Does the bill at the gas station reflect 'truth' in the quantity and quality of fluid dispensed?

Again, just like lies, I don't think quantifiable, measurable facts are the only- or even the most important- truth when it comes to interpersonal relationships.

Was there ever?
?Truth? Lies?
How about honesty. Honesty might not have a lot to do with lies, truth, or facts. Honesty is important. I'm starting to hope for more honesty even in the face of known lies.

Wasted.
How much? I could say 17 years. But then looking back I realize truth in the old pap that if I hadn't been through it I wouldn't be the me I am. I wouldn't have two great kids. I wouldn't have this great friend (my wife). I might have gotten a lot of tail and I might be with someone who loves me 'in that way'.

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This all brings me back to the search for my morality loophole. Lies? How about changing to honesty but with a barely spoken 'understanding' that not all will be shared. Is that better or worse than divorce?

In other words a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy about how each of us gets the emotional and physical intimacy that clearly doesn't exist in our bed.

This post is about a clueless man who has 'no game'.

2007-05-03T13:07:00.000-07:00

This post is about a clueless man who has 'no game'.

Me in other words.

FTN made a post that hit close to home:

http://fadetonumb.blogspot.com/2007/05/flirting-wedding-rings-and-perky.html

Here was my comment:

"Apparently, the telltale warning signs like "hangs around you all the time, laughs at your jokes, smiles at you, talks to you, occasionally flips hair appropriately" ... Those things never really registered on my radar."

I'm 100% with you. I have to mention my one long-lost unrequited love.

We arrived the same day at the college dorms for freshman year. I saw L. in the initial dorm meeting- our dorm was co-ed with male floors alternating with female floors. A few weeks later she drew short straw to come up and complain about loud noise from my suite- which was directly above hers (suite with 4 students each).

The next year L. became girlfriend of one of my close friends and we spent a lot of time together.

Later they broke up, but we still spent time together. After I dropped out of college I made the 500 mile drive to visit a couple of times. We talked on the phone at least once a month. She joined me on vacation twice. This 'relationship' lasted several years until I got married.

All the while I was pining for her.

And yet, I never even imagined that she was interested in me "that way". In hindsight... Oh hindsight... I realize that she never talked about boyfriends, about breakups, about. She never did the many things that I've seen in other friendships with women that give the distinct impression that I'm almost 'one of the girls' to them.

When I got married she sent a congratulations note wishing me the best and all that. When we talked after that I could see that something had changed. A couple years later I was talking with my wife about her and my wife was very surprised that we hadn't been boyfriend and girlfriend at some point. Now in hindsight remembering the note I realize it was saying goodbye to one possible future. I realize that my wife saw something in that note that I totally missed.

In summary when a woman:
Laughs at your bad jokes.
Is eager to go places with you.
Never flirts with other guys or tells you 'men are pigs' when you're out.
Travels with you, sleeping in the same tent or motel room.
Dresses up at least a little when you go places.
Puts on makeup for a hike on a remote trail.
etc.

Maybe, just maybe, she has a tiny bit of interest.
Or not. I'm not good at reading women.

My thoughts turn passionate.

2007-05-01T10:03:00.000-07:00

She turns away from me in bed. I reach over, the distance so great that I can just barely touch her. My fingertips trace the nape of her neck, drawn to that sexy spot of her anatomy. She doesn't move, comforted by my touch as she drifts gently towards sleep.

My thoughts turn passionate. I move across the divide between us and press against her. Taking her hair in my hand I lift it away from her neck. I kiss and nibble the nape as I pin her against the wall. My leg pushes between hers.

She protests "I'm sleepy" I say nothing. My hand slides down her butt, into her panties to cup her sex. I rub her cheeks as I continue to kiss her neck. Her back arches as she pushes her butt back into my hand. She turns her head to kiss me but I hold her hair tightly, preventing her.

I pull her panties down below her ass. She grinds against me as I reach around in front of her. I stroke two fingers between her moist lips and slide them up. She presses her clit into my hand. My cock finds her pussy and pushes against the opening. Her hips buck as she tries to force herself onto me. I push back and slide in. Her clit is engorged, squeezed between two of my fingers. Our rhythms synchronize as I slide in and out, my cock thrusting in as my hand presses down, then both withdrawing together, repeating over and over.

Again she tries to turn her head but I hold her hair tighter, now nibbling and biting her shoulders and neck. Her free arm reaches back, trying to find anything to grab. She wraps it back to my butt and pulls me harder into herself as her orgasm builds.

She writhes and bucks in orgasm. I pin her between my cock and hand, still holding her hair. I come with her, then release her, tenderly kissing her lips for the first time.

I wrote this a couple years ago. My mindset was different then.

Who Would It Hurt?

2007-04-28T15:27:00.000-07:00

I'm married- for 15 years.
She's never been.
I have kids.
She doesn't.
I'm 41.
She's 35.
I've felt this way about 4 other women- The last one 15+ years ago.
We work together.
But not in the same department.
We're peers- at the same professional level.

When we first met- 9 years ago?- she seemed quite fobbish. She had a thick accent, crooked teeth, thick glasses in cheap frames, bad haircut, no fashion sense.
But I liked her. I saw her beauty. I saw her intelligence.
We worked together a lot for a while.
But then her office moved across town and we didn't share any projects for 5 years.
Two years ago we started working together on projects again.
Now she's been promoted three times; Accent is charming, not thick; teeth are straight; glasses are gone; hair is done; fashion, makeup, and style are all there.
Now her beauty is obvious.

I get invited to lots of work meetings- but am too busy to go to most- unless she's there.
She always sits right across from me.
I do the same.
We play with our interactions.
But it's all business.
But from what I see she doesn't act this way with others.
If I call and leave a message- she usually comes down 6 floors instead of calling back.
If she calls- up 6 floors I go. Even if it's to give a yes/no reply.

I was invited to a $125/plate dinner.
It's work related- our team will get awards, etc.
But mostly social.
The organizers asked me to bring my wife.
She wasn't interested. I wasn't surprised.
The organizers then asked if 'she' could come to help represent my team.
That made me happy.

I may be expecting too much.
I may be all wrong.
But at least I look forward to her company.
And maybe that's all that will happen.

I haven't had sex- hell I haven't had a good kiss- in well over a year.
But I'm pretty sure my wife has.
Both.
So if something did happen, who would get hurt?
If me, I think it would be worth it.
If my wife, that would be silly on her part.
My wife as much as told me to get taken care of elsewhere.

But if her- That isn't fair.
But if I lay my cards out?
Would that be fair?
Or just awkward?
And what about work?

Beyond all that,
even with my wife's tacit "don't ask, don't tell" position,
I still said the vows,
I meant them,
they meant something to me,
and it's hard to think of this.

I need
a morality loophole.
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Update 4/30/07:
Before asking 'her' if she could come to the dinner, I asked my wife one more time. This time she asked if I wanted her to come, I said yes, she agreed.

So I'm not quite a complete pig.
Yet.
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Then a meeting with 'her'. She'd been off a week and it was great to see her again. I feel... not guilty... dumb for talking my wife into coming.
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The host called back, glad to have my wife join the table. Then he says- "I have an extra ticket- I'll invite 'her' too."

Crap. Worlds collide.

SF Weekend Chapter 3

2007-04-28T10:58:00.000-07:00

WARNING - ADULT CONTENT
NC-17+

You'll have to go to
http://satanswrath.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-now-for.html
For chapter 1 and
http://satanswrath.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-two.html
for chapter 2 of this story.

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When we left our hero in Chapter 2 he had been left imprisoned by a devilish seductress:

I wait expectantly, ready for her to mount me. Instead Darla pulls on a black leather skirt and starched light blue cotton blouse. ...

She loosens the cock harness and then gathers the pre-cum from my tip. Licking her finger, she replies "My cunt is aching for cock, but I take my promise to tease and torment you very seriously."

With that she kissed me and walked out of the bedroom, closing the doors behind her. I was bound, hard, and frustrated.

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Continued ...

What seemed like hours later- I woke to the sound of the outer door opening. Seconds later Darla burst into the bedroom. She's on the bed, urgently kissing me. Then she's off me, sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window, out of my reach.

"I have to tell you something."

"What?"

Softly- "Wait. Don't say anything. Wait."

"I did something."

A sickening lurch in my gut. I want to move. I want to sit up but I can't.

"We had a couple of drinks downstairs in the cocktail lounge. I couldn't think. I couldn't stop thinking."

"We talked. We just talked. We talked about old times. We talked about life."

"I leaned against him. I leaned into him in the booth. He held me. But then he sat me back up straight. He pulled away. I knew I wanted it. I knew he wanted it."

"I got up. I was going to go to the bathroom and cool off."

"But instead I said 'dance with me'. I know he wasn't comfortable but he did. The bar was almost empty and quiet- just the lobby Muzak playing."

"We held each other. I was dripping. I held him tight. I ground against him. He was hard. He pulled back but I held him tight. We just rocked there. Clinging."

"Then I looked into his eyes and kissed him. I really kissed him. He kissed me back. And I came. I came just kissing him, grinding against him. I came hard, he had to hold me up."

"And then I looked over his shoulder. The bar is practically part of the lobby. It was barely even dark out. I saw her. Standing right there. The hotel conference manager was standing right there. Theresa, the woman I worked with to arrange the conference. The woman I introduced to you yesterday when you got here. She was looking at me like I was a cheap slut. She was standing right there while I had an orgasm. She had to see. She had to know. She had to know he wasn't you and I was a slut."

"I ran out of the bar and took the elevator."

I try to comfort her. I try to say something. I don't know what to say though. Her back to me, she's quiet. Is she crying?

She turns to me. She isn't crying. Her eyes are clear. She whispers "I had to run out."

"It's okay." I comfort.

Whisper "No, I had to run out. I had to or else. I wasn't done. I wanted it. I wanted them to see. I wanted more. I imagined bending over the bar, getting fucked while the hotel staff watched."

"I had to run out. I had to before it was too late. I felt like a slut. I wanted to be a slut. I am a slut."

"I am a slut. I am a cockslut. I want cock."

Hearing this, seeing the look of desire in her eyes, I'm hard. I'm so hard. I think about what she did and I'm torn. I'm angry. I'm jealous. I'm hard.

"I was supposed to tease you until you couldn't take it anymore. I ended up teasing myself. We have to stop it. We have to go. We need to be together. Together without all this... Without this game we're playing. Without Jonas."

"Because if we don't, if I see him again..."

"What?"

"I want to play. I want to play with fire. I want to feel the heat. Once I start, I don't know if I can stop. I don't know if I can stop before I burn. I want to burn."

Silence. I'm shocked. My cock is hard. Hard. I can't help it.

...

The room phone rings. It rings. "Answer it. You better answer it." She lets it ring. It rings again. She lets it. Silence.

She goes to get the padlock key on its silver chain. She reaches to unlock me.

A knock at the door. "Darla, are you there? Are you okay?" Jonas asks.

I urge. "You have to talk to him. You have to tell him something."

"I can't."

"Talk through the door."

"I can't have him in the hall. I can't have this conversation with him in the hall." ... "Okay, I'll talk to him."

She walks to the door. "Jonas?"

"Darla, are you okay? I'm sorry. Can we talk? Are you alone?"

"Alex is here. He knows. I told him what I did. He knows. ... I can't talk to you like this."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't. I mean I can't talk through the hall door. Alex has to hear this. You have to hear this. If I'm going to say this you both have to hear. I can't face you though. I'll go in the bedroom and close the door. Give me a minute."

She unlocks the hall door, comes into the bedroom and closes the doors behind her. "Okay!"

Jonas' voice comes through the door "I'm sorry. Darla. Alex- I'm sorry. I felt something happening before it was really happening and I didn't stop."

Darla sits on the floor, leaning against the door. "Jonas. Sit down. Sit down against the door. I want you close. I want you both close." I can't see her. She's close, but with my head at the foot of the bed I can't see her.

"Jonas, you've been my friend a long time. I'm the one that is sorry. I went too far. Oh god I went too far. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. You weren't supposed to be part of This."

I whisper "Get me out of this stuff. I don't think this is a conversation I want to have helpless like this."

She stands up and leans over the foot of the bed. She kisses me deeply, hungrily. Whispering "Wait. Wait a little while. It's easier for me like this." She kisses me again and cradles my face. "I love you."

Jonas responds "Don't get me wrong. I liked it. I liked every second of it. It wasn't fair for either of us to do that to Alex."

"It wasn't fair. I didn't think. I think it's okay though." She smiles down at me "Is it okay? Is it okay that I danced with Jonas? Is it okay that I kissed him? Is it okay that I felt his hard cock and wanted it? That I really, really wanted it? Are you upset?"

I croak "Yes, I'm upset. You know I'm upset. It's okay though. You did something. Mostly you wanted to do something and that's okay. Wanting is okay. That's what we're doing. Wanting. That's the game. That's our game though."

From behind the door I hear Jonas- "Alex it was my fault. I shouldn't have let it go that far. Don't be mad at Darla. Be mad at me."

"I'm not mad. It upset me but I'm not mad. I'm not mad at you."

"Darla, this wasn't part of the game though. This wasn't part of the deal."

Jonas asks "What game? What deal?"

"It was just between Alex and me. I got carried away. I really did."

"Jonas, don't worry. Alex is getting just what he asked for right now. I'm spending the weekend teasing, tantalizing him, working him up, making him desire me but wait. I wanted it. He wanted it."

Finally I whisper "What are you doing. Don't tell him anymore. He isn't part of it."

She whispers "Maybe that should change. Maybe I want to change it."

Louder, so Jonas can hear, she tells me "You've told me your fantasies. About how you used to fantasize your wife with other guys. About how you imagined her coming home from a date and telling you about it. About being forced to watch."

"That was fantasy. Plus it was my ex-wife. It was part of us falling apart. Part of me dealing with the idea she was having an affair."

She asks "Just then? Just at the end of your marriage?"

Oh well. I guess she has me. "Okay. No. Pretty much the whole time we were together. But it was just A fantasy."

"Not your favorite, hottest fantasy? Be honest."

Shit. "Yes, it was my favorite, hottest fantasy."

Darla leaned over me again. Gazing into my eyes she asks "Do you fantasize about me the same way?" I look up at her, having trouble thinking of an appropriate response. I croak "yes".

Darla reaches down my body and slides a finger up my erect cock. She asks "How do you feel thinking about me wanting to fuck Jonas."

I swallow. This is the time to put up or shut up. I tell her the truth- "The moment you walked out the the door this afternoon I started thinking about you. About how you were so sexy. About how you didn't have panties on and had just ridden my face to a shuddering orgasm. About how I was here helpless, tied spreadeagled to the bed. About how you were going to meet Jonas for drinks after telling me 'My cunt is aching for cock, but I take my promise to tease and torment you very seriously.' I thought about how you were horny, about how your pussy must have felt, still wet, against your leather skirt when you sat. I thought about how horny and uninhibited you get from a little alcohol."

"When you came back and told me what happened my heart was in my throat. And now, I'm so horny thinking that you might fuck him."

Jonas has been silent. Completely silent. Now he asks "Are you really serious? Do you both want this to go beyond a fantasy? Why with me? Why not a stranger? If you want to watch her why not just a stranger with no strings?"

I respond- quickly, knowing exactly why. "I don't want to whore her out. I don't want her to put on a show for me. I only want her to get what she wants. I want her to. But I don't want her to just do it for me. I want her to feel it."

She asks me "Do you want it to be real? To go beyond a fantasy?"

"Read him the contract. I want whatever you think it says."

She gets the paper from the desk and reads:

"I, Alex Starr do agree to the following:
That variety is critical for a good relationship.
That I have repeatedly begged Darla Levine to sexually tease me.
That I have repeatedly told Darla Levine about fantasies of being tied up, tickled, teased, and tormented by women.
That there's no time like the present.
I grant Darla Levine permission to have her will with me.
I agree that the tease may take on forms that I don't expect and I accept her decisions completely.
She may need to instill humility in me through various methods which I acquiesce to unconditionally.
I agree to be bound by this agreement for the next 60 hours."

I repeat her words "I accept her decisions completely. There's no time like the present. ...Now tell Jonas what you did to me before you met him for drinks."

"Jonas. I handcuffed Alex to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. I whipped him with a crop until he was red and welted. Doing that made me very wet. Then I tied him spreadeagled on the bed and teased him before riding his face to orgasm twice. Then I put my blouse and skirt on and left him there, hard and unsatisfied, still tied to the bed while I went downstairs to have drinks with you."

"Wow." "Wow. Do you really want to go farther with me Darla?"

Darla straightens up. She says "I've wanted it for a long time. I didn't consider being able to have you- to have you without not having someone else."

"Before now I didn't think about it being like this, but no I don't want to stop. Today I want to be fucked. I want your cock in my cunt. My cunt. I want Alex to know that you're fucking me. That even though he's my boyfriend and I haven't let him in me since he got to San Francisco, I want him to know that I'm getting fucked. Fucked by a man that I've wanted for fourteen years. I want to be your slut. I want to be your cockslut. I want you to fuck me and use me. I want him to know it and not get me until you're done with me."

"I'm going to walk through the door in a few minutes. I hope you'll be waiting. If you aren't I completely understand. If you want to call me and talk I understand. If you don't want to talk I understand. Now don't say anything. Just either be there or not."

She leans back in and kisses me deeply. Sweeping her hair back she looks into my eyes and asks "Okay?"

I echo "Okay."

She turns and steps out of my sight. I hear the doors open, not sure whether Jonas has gone or stayed.

To be continued .....

Fwd: SF Weekend Chapter 2

2007-04-28T10:55:00.001-07:00

WARNING - ADULT CONTENT
NC-17+

You'll have to go to
http://satanswrath.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-now-for.html
For chapter 1 of this story.
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Note- The first two chapters of this story were originally published on the blog "Satan's Wrath". I'm reposting them here with a few minor edits to keep the whole story in one spot, but backdated so they appear in proper blog-order. M.L. January 2008

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Brief recap:

I was sitting in an oak desk chair, bound, gagged, pants down, and with my cock trussed in a harness. Like I said, couldn't even whistle to pass the time.

"You'll have to excuse me, we're out of ice. I can't be a bad hostess. Back in a jiff." With that she picked up the ice bucket, checked her reflection in the mirror one last time, and walked out the door- leaving the security lock out so it couldn't latch. I started to panic, struggling against my bonds. What I was willing to do in front of my girlfriend in the anonymity of a strange city was a far cry from my horror at having one of her old (male) friends walk in on me like this.

I strained my ears as I heard the elevator ding. The sounds of her heels returning up the corridor were mixed with her voice- unintelligible at first then I hear 'I'm so glad to see you again." Then the door swung open.

Continued...

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Although I was in the suite bedroom, the open double doors to the lounge put me in very plain view of the hallway door. I was dizzy with terror as the door swung open and Darla walked in carrying the ice bucket. My vision fogged as I nearly fainted, but then the door swung back shut behind her.

She saw me and burst out laughing (again). "Got you didn't I? Jonas called from his office, not the lobby. ... Still, he only works a couple blocks away. You had better make yourself a little more presentable. I would be more embarrassed than you to have him meet you like that."

Darla removed my ball gag. (My gag... nice ring to it). She said "I did enjoy getting ready to go out with you like this. I think it's the perfect way for women to equalize how long it takes to get ready. You didn't fidget or ask me if I was ready a single time."

I laughed. "As if I could. How about some help with these straps?" With that Darla started releasing my bonds then stopped. "Before I go any further there are a few ground rules. I plan to tease you a lot this weekend, but I wasn't planning on keeping you tied in the corner all the time. You're stronger than I. If I feel like tying you up you have to promise to comply. If you resist a single time this game will be over and you might as well take the next flight home."

"Don't worry about me. I shall not resist your command."

"Good. Now stand up so I can finish adjusting you." I stood and she knelt in front of my cock. "Umm, I was hoping you would 'adjust' me with your mouth. I like 'adjustment'." She looked up and tightened the strap that separated my balls. It pinched my sack as she did so and I gasped. Darla scolded "Don't expect me to spend the weekend servicing you. Just because your cock in my mouth is one of my favorite pastimes doesn't mean I can't give it up for two days. I think the contract said 'tease' and 'torment', not 'suck and fluff'."

Holding my penis, slowly stroking up and down the shaft, she said "This cock is mine this weekend. I'll use it as I see fit. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"That means no wanking. How can I tease you if you're worn out from jerking off. You are not to masturbate in any way, shape, or form without my permission."

This is starting to seem very kinky. I agree with a smile.

Satisfied with her work Darla handed me my belt and said "Better put this on before I decide to use it again." I quickly finished dressing then returned the assorted toys to the armoire.

Darla made a shaker of martinis- what a hostess- and we relaxed in the lounge. I asked about Jonas. She had previously told me they were platonic friends and stayed in touch ever since college but hadn't seen each other in the ten years since she graduated. I looked her up and down and asked "Platonic? Don't tell me that outfit is just for my benefit. You look like the kind of girl I would want to take to a ten year reunion- just to see all the guys react before I take her to the backseat."

A big smile. "That transparent? I did want him. He was a grad student 'dorm mom' for our co-ed dorm my first year. All the freshmen women idolized him. We became good friends a couple years later when he was the TA for my business ethics class. He always had a girlfriend and I was pretty timid."

"So this weekend you want to tease and torment him as well- show him what he missed out on?"

"Maybe a little. He's a good friend so I don't want to torment him too much. Don't worry, you're the focus of my torment this weekend- especially after dark."

I looked at her again and couldn't believe what I saw. In my opinion she was the most cosmopolitan, sexy, beautiful thing in that whole city. I leaned over and gave her a deep kiss.

Within a few minutes there was a knock at the door. Showtime! I stood as did Darla, but instead of going to the door she said "Please get it" and almost ran to the bedroom and shut the double doors. What's up with that? I wondered what twist she had planned now.

I got the door. Jonas was there. A friendly looking guy in a nice business suit. Late 30's, in-shape but not a puffy eyed steroid junkie. What more can I say? The moment was a little tense. We introduced ourselves and it took me a minute to think to get out of the doorway and invite him in. I used the standard line that Darla was freshening up. I offered a martini from the shaker and showed him the view. Nothing like drinks and weather talk to ease social situations.

A few minutes later (what do women do with the time?) Darla appeared. She had added her long leather coat to the ensemble, buttoned up. She seemed shy and nervous- I couldn't believe that for old friends she was suddenly quite formal, first shaking his hand before he pulled her into a hug.

Jonas stepped back and gazed at her. He eventually said "Darla's all grown up. You look fantastic!" She started to blush. I've never seen her blush before. It wasn't just a little blush either- she turned red. Finally she broke the ice with an uncontrollable giggle.

After that she seemed to recover. We had our drinks, they talked about old times, I sat back and listened. Soon we headed to dinner. Nice restaurant a short block from the hotel- but that's not what I'm here to write about. The best part of it was the coat check. I guess it rains enough in SF that they actually have coat checks. I gallantly offered to help Darla out of her coat, Jonas, the coat check girl and hostess all waiting while she unbuttoned.

Finally she shrugged out of the coat and it seemed like for a moment all eyes were on her. Maybe it was just me- I was expectant. I will say that Jonas' eyes grew big when he took her in. Her sleeveless cardigan showed off her toned arms. More to the point, she exposed plenty of cleavage and her large nipples, engorged due to the nipple rings and unfettered by the half-cup brasserie were very plainly silhouetted through the thin cashmere.

From behind I enjoyed seeing the way her ponytail draped down her back and the seams in her stockings lined up with her high heels. I started hardening from the sight but even more from the fact that she was drawing attention in such a public place.

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I didn't sleep well that night. After dinner we returned to the room and I got to experience definite teasing. We kissed. We undressed each other. We made out a little.

Then the sinister minx reared her head. She locked a leather collar around my neck and attached a chain leash. I then spent what must have been an hour with my head between her legs, servicing her while she watched TV.

The show (both) over, she turned off the TV, drew me up to her level with the leash, whispered "remember, no wanking", and kissed me goodnight.

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The next afternoon I was glad when we got back to the room after a long day of the museum circuit. I sank into the couch and flipped on the TV to unwind. Darla asked if I needed to use the restroom. I said no, go ahead. She clicked off the remote and said "That wasn't my question. Why don't you use the restroom now." Aha. She must have some more plans for me. The wicked minx...

When I emerged she said "Time for you to strip and get ready to serve my needs." That's another line for the diary. I began to comply immediately. Darla continued "I'm so horny after anticipating you all day. Do you want me to ride you?"

Finally! "I think I can accommodate that request."

She replies "We do need to make it interesting though. How about I give you a nice flogging to make the release that much sweeter."

Having seen how well she responds back home I did a little play spanking before we fuck, I am definitely interested in the other side of the equation. "Yes ma'am. Please correct me."

She goes to that lovely armoire and comes back with a pair of cuffs and two short lengths of chain. "I don't want to have to chase you around the room if you don't like it."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll like it. I'll like it more with those cuffs on though." I hold out my wrists. She attaches the cuffs- leather with a series of slots for adjustment that a metal ring passes through. With the first cuff sufficiently snug, she uses a small padlock to secure the chain to the ring, then repeats with the other cuff. "Comfy?"

She leads me to the bed's wrought iron foot board and attaches a chain to each end. My hands are pulled pretty far apart, forcing me to lean over but making it hard to support myself. I find it easier to kneel.

"Stand up. I want you standing for this."

She leaves me there and disappears into the bathroom, then comes out and spanks my ass. First one cheek, then the other. It actually feels quite nice. She starts to strike harder; I feel my butt warming up. "Damn, this hurts." Darla stops. "My hands are clearly not up to this task."

"I have something much better for this." She walks over and ties a stocking around my head as a blindfold. Then I hear the opening of drawers and shuffling of bags. "Open your mouth." I open wide, expecting the ball gag. Instead I feel a bar being put into my mouth. It seems to be hard rubber of some sort. She straps it around the back of my head and tightens, pulling my cheeks back.

"You should see yourself." Then I hear a sharp swishing sound and feel a searing pain across both butt cheeks. I yelp into the gag, biting down on the rod. "Wow, that really seems to work." Again I hear the sound and again feel the pain. Involuntarily I try to get away, lunging forward as far as I can until my face falls on the mattress and the hard iron foot board presses against my belly.

"Don't move! I don't want to miss my mark." I try to hold still but jump around the instant I hear the sound again. This time it's on the back of my thighs.

"I said don't move." I feel her hands reaching below my belly then a belt tightening around the small of my back- strapping me to the foot board. Then straps around my ankles and I can't step back or kneel. A whisper in my ear "Is this what you expected? I see why you like spanking me- I'm getting so turned on watching you jump and squirm."

Fuck. No this sure as hell isn't what I expected. And this sure as hell isn't the way I've spanked her before. That was playacting- punish the naughty girl for going out with no panties under her skirt. It was just a caress in comparison to this.

Again and again I hear the whir just before searing pain. Then she changes, gently caressing me with her hands, stroking my balls, tracing between my ass cheeks. Then the pain, and even more confusing as she gently drags her nails against my skin with one hand while wielding the crop with the other.

"I'm so wet. I love doing this. I never imagined that it would turn me on so much." Then several more quick, hard strikes. "Okay, I've had enough. I am so ready to come."

I'm spent, just resting my upper torso on the bed. I can't move anyway. I hear Darla moving around the room- it sounds like she's getting undressed. Taking a while though.

Then she unties the blindfold. I see that she didn't just get undressed- she changed clothes- partly anyway. Off are the casual tourist wear and now she's topless except for the half-cup bra from before. She's wearing a black lace garter belt, stockings, and those delicious high heeled mary janes. Her smooth pussy shines, framed, made to look even more exposed by the surrounding lingerie.

"I thought after what you've been through I should give you another fashion show." She removes the gag and I tell her that she has no idea how much that hurt. I ask what she was hitting me with. "That's put away now, let's look forward to pleasure instead. I am so ready to ride you."

She released my waist and the straps attached to my ankles, then unlocked one of the chains holding my wrists. "Lie on your back." I climb onto the bed, left wrist still locked to the foot board as she holds the other chain like a leash. I lie down and she locks the chain back to the foot board. Then she takes the straps connected to the ankle cuffs and ties me spreadeagled to the headboard. My ass and thighs burn when I move- even the soft bedding seems coarse and rough against my tenderized skin.

She adds the collar from last night and attaches the leash to the foot board with another small padlock.

Darla kneels and tosses her dark hair to the side as she begins kissing my body. Each time she moves I relish the feel of her long tresses caressing my skin. She kisses, nibbles and sucks- not my cock but nearly every other inch of my body. I love feeling the contrast of her soft skin and silky hair with the rougher texture of her lingerie. I talk to her, telling her how wonderful each kiss feels. I tell her how sexy she looks, how completely, how totally I desire her.

Finally Darla works her way up my inner thighs- getting tantalizingly close before finally licking, sucking, and kissing my balls. This is the sort of tease I signed up for. And yes, even though it was excruciating I think the flogging did make this part feel even better.

Darla continued to worship my balls, licking and covering my sack with her saliva. She encircled the base of my shaft with her hand and pointed it straight up rather than the natural angle pointed toward my belly. "I like it when you point straight out like this. How about the cock harness again?"

"I like the way it feels too. Just please don't make me go out in public with it on again. Every horny thought makes an obvious tent in my pants as my pecker sticks straight out."

"Ah, I'm so sorry it embarrasses you. I try to dress conservatively in public and there you go acting like a horny teenager with no control over your cock."

We both laugh at that. She once again attaches the longer strap around the base of my shaft, the upper strap around my shaft, and then pulls my balls snug. This time it's tighter than before, causing my veins to engorge as the cock ring does its work.

"Are you ready for that ride?" She kneels over me in a reverse-cowgirl position and uses the glistening tip of my erect cock to spread her juices around, just parting her lips - already slick with her excitement. Again the view is fantastic- watching her shapely ass framed by the garter and hose, sexy high heeled 'fuck me' pumps on her feet. I love the teasing and toying but thrust upward to enter her. She rises higher- not quite letting my cock head in.

"Not so hasty. I'm not ready for that."

Darla wriggles backward until we're in a 69 position. I love the sight as her sex descends to my mouth. I lift my head and meet her. It's my turn to tease as I nibble and lick. She moves fore and aft, giving me the chance to toy with everything from her pubes, past her slick cunt, to tease between her cheeks. Finally my nips and flicks at her clitoris push her to the edge and she rides my face, my nose buried in her entrance as I work her clit with my lips and tongue. I take ragged breaths when I get the chance- my bound arms prevent me pushing her away so I can breathe.

She bucks and moans her orgasm. I feel her hair dancing on my cock as her head thrashes. The orgasm subsides and she slips forward, pressing her body to mine. My view is consumed by her firm globes. I lift my head and kiss her ass cheeks, toying with the rim of her pucker. She slides forward to give me better access, enjoying the feeling as I tease her with the tip of my tongue. Then she slides back again, grinding her pussy into my face. Another orgasm washes over her. She stills, allowing me breath. I gently caress her inner thighs with my lips.

After a moment Darla gets up. She surveys my body, spread, bound, and erect. "My god that was a great ride."

I wait expectantly, ready for her to turn around and mount me. Instead Darla pulls on a black leather skirt and starched light blue cotton blouse. "It doesn't look like you're ready to go out. I guess I'll have to meet Jonas for drinks without you."

I protest- "I so want to be in you right now. Ride my cock- it's more than ready and willing, pent up for eight days." She loosens the cock harness and then gathers the pre-cum from my tip. Licking her finger, she replies "My cunt is aching for cock, but I take my promise to tease and torment you very seriously."

With that she kissed me and walked out of the bedroom, closing the doors behind her. I was bound, hard, and frustrated.

To be continued...

SF Weekend Chapter 1

2007-04-28T10:10:00.001-07:00

WARNING-
Sexual Content Including Some Kinky Stuff
NC-18

Note- The first two chapters of this story were originally published on the blog "Satan's Wrath". I'm reposting them here with a few minor edits to keep the whole story in one spot, but backdated so they appear in proper blog-order. M.L. January 2008

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Sometimes sharing fantasies is great, other times it's dangerous. I think guys need to be careful before sharing fantasies or feelings that make them seem weak, effeminate, or submissive. That was definitely true with my ex-wife and I as initially quite careful with my current partner. I might even be accused of being too timid in telling my interests.

Case in point is my number one recurring fantasy. I made mistakes in seeming too eager with my ex-wife of 15 years that helped to shut our sex life off entirely. With my new girlfriend Darla I have been fairly free sharing fantasy but haven't emphasized anything particular. In fact I probably err toward the tamer ideas. We both talk a great kinky game but in a year of dating our sex has been completely vanilla- though still hot, exciting, and plentiful.

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I find myself with time to reflect on all this, since I can't do anything else at the moment. I can't even whistle to pass the time. Why? Read on:

Darla was chairing a weeklong business conference in San Francisco. Since it would end on a Friday I decided to join her for a long weekend of playing tourist before I headed to Seattle for a week. Jonas, a SF native and one of Darla's friends from college who she hadn't seen in ten years, agreed to show us around.

I arrived Friday afternoon and headed straight to her hotel. I waited in the lobby until she appeared from the conference center, her duties thankfully completed. We stepped into the elevator and shared a brief passionate kiss during our first private moment.

She broke off and said "Don't get yourself worked up yet, you'll get plenty of opportunity for that later". When we reached the room she hesitated before opening the door. She seemed to have trouble forming the next few sentences, but finally started. "Do you want to live out some hot fantasy this weekend?" That wasn't a difficult question to answer; I had abstained from wanking for the week apart in anticipation of the weekend. I flippantly replied "Your wish is my command, darling." Her response was "Be careful about signing a contract until you read the fine print," followed by a smirk. To which I laughed, thinking that her conference had drilled too much corporate risk management speak into her head. I said "I trust you, give me a blank sheet to sign and you can fill it in later".

With the door closed behind us I moved in for a little contact, but again she told me to pace myself. I tossed back "Okay, do you have an agenda laid out for the weekend?" "It's all in my head, but I think I'll print out that contract for you to sign while your crotch is still making all the decisions".

The room was quite nice, actually a suite with a nice lounge area which had expansive views of the city. I headed to the bathroom to freshen up and noticed the bedroom was very nicely appointed as well. When I came out Darla was at the desk in the bedroom quickly typing on her laptop. She said "I wasn't joking. Tuesday night I went to that sex shop all the SF kinksters talk about on their blogs. It's named after a song lyric... "

"Something about being away from home plus the bonus for chairing this conference let my naughty side go a little crazy. Open the armoire and see what's going in YOUR luggage on the flight home."

I opened the doors and saw she wasn't joking. There was a tidy collection of restraints, cuffs, and some toys. As far as I know before this Darla had never bought any sex toys beyond the standard 'single girl's companion'. Turning around I said "You have been a very naughty girl. Do you need to be punished for this overspending? I think there's plenty of equipment here to help me take care of you properly."

She responded "Oh I've been very, very bad, but I don't plan on being punished tonight. In fact I plan to be bad all weekend. I was thinking this weekend would be a little different than our normal fun and games." She picked up a sheet of paper from her printer and handed it to me
"Sign this. Read it first if you don't trust me."

Intrigued I got a pen and started to sign it but had second thoughts about not reading it first. It read

"I, A. Starr do agree to the following:
That variety is critical for a good relationship.
That I have repeatedly begged Darla Levine to sexually tease me.
That I have repeatedly told Darla Levine about fantasies of being tied up, tickled, teased, and tormented by women.
That there's no time like the present.
I grant Darla Levine permission to have her will with me.
I agree that the tease may take on forms that I don't expect and I accept her decisions completely.
She may need to instill humility in me through various methods which I acquiesce to unconditionally.
I agree to be bound by this agreement for the next 60 hours."

Okay, I realized I was wrong about presuming who might be wearing the restraints tonight. With a flourish I signed the document. Just to ham it up even more I underlined and initialed the phrases "tied up and tormented by women", and "I accept her decisions completely."

She laughed at that and asked "You really do want the tables turned this weekend, don't you?" I responded by bringing her hand to my crotch and asking "Is that answer enough?" She flushed a little and in a low voice asked "Do you want to start playing a little before Jonas joins us for dinner?" My heart took a leap and I nodded eagerly. Darla said "Why don't you sit in the desk chair and I'll make you a little less comfortable." She moved the chair so it was against the wall and gestured for me to sit. The chair was a sturdy oak mission style armchair with leather seat. I took off my jacket and hung it in the closet then started to remove my tie. Darla said "Don't undress, we don't have time to get too carried away before Jonas gets here."

I sat down and felt a bit silly when Darla started strapping me to the chair. First she secured each arm, then each ankle. Quickly the naughtiness of the idea along with her touch got me very hard. She kept going, adding straps around my waist and spreading my legs so she could tie my knees securely to the base of the armrests.

Then she leaned in to kiss me, playfully pulling back as I strained for her touch. She unbuttoned and removed her business suit jacket and blouse to reveal a very sexy bra and waist cincher underneath. Again she leaned in, her cleavage tantalizingly close yet unreachable as she removed my belt and unzipped my pants. She started to remove them and I tried to help her but could barely move enough to let her slide them down until my cock sprang free.

She turned away and unzipped, then stepped out of her skirt revealing a pair of black lace panties to match the other lingerie. She was wearing 4" black pumps with a red sole that showed when she walked away. Her stockings were seamed and held up by garters attached to the waist cincher. Wow.

I say "Nice shoes." A smile "I saw them and had to have them. They're Iowa by Christian Louboutin!" "Who?" "If you knew shoes, you would be very impressed." "I don't know shoes but I'm impressed anyway. Not something I've ever seen in Iowa though."

I continue "The underwear is rather nice as well." She looks down at my crotch and notes my erect cock- "I can tell you like it. It's Aubade- a line called 'Piraterie De L'Amour'. Only a bumpkin from the Midwest would call it 'underwear' though." I reply "Sorry milady. In the future I'll be sure to bow before your superior elocution. Presently I'm slightly indisposed."

Darla walks to the armoire and returns with a bag. "I didn't leave you out while I was shopping for undergarments." She loosened the straps around my waist and upper legs, then tugged my pants down while I assisted by raising my butt off the chair. I'm always willing to help a beautiful woman in lingerie remove my pants. From the bag she removed something that was composed of a black vinyl straps. Somewhat roughly Darla took hold of my balls and pulled them forward. "Hey!" I said, "Careful down there." "Don't be a sissy" was her reply. She took a minute to sort out the device and then wrapped the first strap around the base of my cock and balls- like a cock ring. "I want this just tight enough to hold you in place but don't want it too tight- You're going to be wearing it for quite a while." I protested "Remember we're going to dinner in a while." "Just because we're going out doesn't mean that we stop playing. You're mine all weekend." The next strap went around the base of my shaft past the balls, and a third strap she started pulling tight between the other two. It went below my balls and as she tightened it pushed my balls apart. My cock was rock hard through this whole exercise and the veins started to protrude. She said "that's a bit too much, don't want to break you" and loosened the straps a bit.

Satisfied with her work, Darla tightened my bonds back up and looked at her watch. "Look at the time- I'd better get ready for dinner." She walked to the vanity and started brushing her long dark hair. "Um, I'm still here." She looks back and says "This seems like a good equalizer. You can sit there and watch. All you have to do is zip up and put on your jacket. Guys have it easy." She pulls her sleek hair back and secures it into a ponytail with a stylish silver clip. Her makeup looks great already but she starts darkening her eyes with shadow and mascara. I say "I like the look you're going for, a little slutty." She pauses a moment then puts down the mascara. She turns and asks "Did you just call me a slut?"

"No, I didn't mean it that way. I meant you..." She interrupts- "You better stop digging that hole. ... I have an idea." She walks to the armoire and picks up something. As she approaches I see something I've only seen online. A red ball with a strap running through it. Oops. I recognize a ball gag when I see it. I'm not sure if she's acting or not but she seems pretty angry when she says "Open wide." I protest "Come on, let's just get ready for dinner." With that she grabs my unbuckled belt and pulls it from my pants. Doubling it over she slaps my thigh- rather hard. "Ouch- That hurt." "If you don't want more you better open wide." I comply and she pushes the ball into my mouth. She quickly buckles it around my head.

I must say I felt my erection swelling. There I was, tied to a chair, pants around my knees with my cock trussed and mouth gagged. I was starting to get into this. Darla went back to getting ready. She added some large silver hoop earrings which looked great with her hair pulled back. I felt perverse pleasure from wearing the ball gag as I considered what I might say had I been able- Maybe 'Nice porn star earrings'. Again my cock throbbed at my predicament.

Satisfied with her makeup and hair, Darla picked up a small velvet box and walked over to me. "Loverboy, I have a special surprise for you." She opened the case and I saw two small rings- almost like small split keyrings. They were shiny stainless. Darla whispered in my ear "They're nipple rings. They had to measure me in the store for the right fit. I tried them out last night and they kept my nipples swollen and hard." She shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders and lowered the cups from her breasts. So lovely. Another whisper "Make my nipples wet." I grunt from behind my gag. She laughs and releases the strap, then pulls the ball from my mouth. I hadn't realized before but now with the gag gone my jaw feels a little sore. Darla kicks into a stern voice- "No talking or I'll use the belt on your cock next time. Now suck my tits." That's an order I'll never refuse. She knelt on the chair between my knees and leaned in, grabbing the chair back to support herself. I obediently licked and sucked her nipples, enjoying the feeling of her smooth flesh as I alternated side to side.

Darla said "Enough." and straightened up, still kneeling on the chair. I had a delicious view as she picked up one of the rings, squeezed the ends together to open it up, and held it over her right nipple. She said "Suck my nipple." I complied, sucking her nipple through the ring. She slowly released the ring and gave a slight murmur as it tightened around her nipple. After repeating with the other nipple she put her hands on the armrests and arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward my face. "Do you like?" I was almost speechless as I observed her nipples engorge even more. "I like! Every guy in the room will think your headlights are on for him alone."

As she stood back up Darla picked up the ball gag and reattached it as I obediently opened my mouth. Then she surprised me by picking up the belt and slapping my erect cock with the end. "I told you 'no talking'. What part of no don't you understand? It sounds like you were calling me a slut again." My thoughts exactly- lucky I was wearing the gag.

She seemed to enjoy seeing me jump when the belt connected with my rod. She got a twinkle in her eye and slapped again. It hurt a bit but I didn't mind. Watching her there, bra cups down, nipples red and protruding, sexy garters and strappy high heels had me fantasizing about every movie domme I'd ever seen- starting pre-pubescently with Diana Rigg as Mrs. Peel of the Avengers and of course Julie Newmar as Catwoman. As she slapped my cock back and forth she told me to consider the meaning of the word "slut" and compare it with "bitch". I was getting so horny that despite (or maybe because of) the cockslapping I started leaking precum. She noticed and stopped the slapping, then enjoyed commenting "I guess I know who my bitch is tonight. Didn't realize you would enjoy this so much. Consider that your punishment for now."

Darla repositioned her bra and examined the effect. Her nipples clearly pushed against the thin lace of the cups. She went to the closet and came back with a gray sleeveless cashmere sweater- one of my favorites. It has closely spaced buttons running from hem to neck, but the wide V neckline doesn't allow any where near all the buttons to be closed. She can choose how much cleavage to show or not, but whichever the case it always looks like it's buttoned a bit less than a chaste woman would choose.

After buttoning the sweater to the point that her bra was concealed she began posing in front of the mirror. I could just make out the contours of her lingerie, and of course her nipples were noticeable, but not too obvious. She turned to me and asked "You can be honest with me. Does this make me look too trashy?" I nod no. She turns back to the mirror and poses a bit more before beginning to unbutton the sweater. She removes it and her bra. As she turned around it looked more like a pirouette to me, looking very sexy with her silver hair band, earrings, and nipple charms contrasting with the black waist cincher, panties, stockings, and pumps.

Reaching into the bureau, she removes a bra from a shopping bag. I ogle as she tries it on, realizing that the skimpy lace cups provide nice support but end below her nipples. She fastened it and adjusted the straps until her contours were perfectly smooth. Smooth that is except for the swollen nipples.

After she had buttoned the sweater back up (two less buttons than before), she again posed in front of the mirror. This time she seemed more satisfied. I can tell you while I was very impressed with the prior view, this time nobody would miss her erect nipples or the way her breasts swayed as she moved. She turned to me and asked "Better?" I'm not sure how much facial expression carried through behind the gag, but my enthusiastic nod was clear. She seemed to enjoy my predicament.

To top off her ensemble- rather bottom it off, she zipped into a pleated woolen skirt, dark charcoal in color. It looked almost like a kilt except for the tight upper portion and the fact that it was delightfully short, ending a good 8" above her knees. Pleased with her look, she turned to me and I nodded definite approval.

She said "I have another surprise". With that she propped one heel on the arm of my chair, lifted her skirt, and lowered her lace panties. Smiling brightly she rearranged herself and gave a very demure look. My quick peek had showed that her normal practice of clipping her pubes had been replaced this week by a bald pussy- although she was still furry at the top, everything below the beginning of her crease was shiny and pink. She said "I love San Francisco. I would have never dared to have a cosmetologist back home see my privates."

Just then her cell phone rang. She answered and said "Hi Jonas. Oh, you're early? What perfect timing. I'm just now ready but Alex has just been sitting around doing nothing. Why don't you come up and get acquainted before we go to dinner? Maybe you can help him get out of his chair. ... Great, I'll make martinis while we wait. We're in suite 721. I'll prop the door open so you can walk right in."

When she invited him up she was looking right at me. I'm sure I had a 'deer in the headlights' sort of look. After hanging up she burst out laughing. "What's wrong lover? Don't you want to meet my old friend? I'm so disappointed. I was so looking forward to getting you together."

"You'll have to excuse me, we're out of ice. I can't be a bad hostess. Back in a jiff." With that she picked up the ice bucket, checked her reflection in the mirror one last time, and walked out the door- leaving the security lock out so it couldn't latch. I started to panic, struggling against my bonds. What I was willing to do in front of my girlfriend in the anonymity of a strange city was a far cry from my horror at having one of her old (male) friends walk in on me like this.

I strained my ears as I heard the elevator ding. The sounds of her heels returning up the corridor were mixed with her voice speaking with someone- though the words were unintelligible. Then the door swung open.

To be continued.

Blogger Witness Relocation Program

2007-04-28T09:55:00.000-07:00

You don't know me, I don't know you. If I did I might have to relocate again.

If you do know me from old blogs, please don't out me in the comments.

If you know me in real life, please don't out me to other acquaintances. Or me. Don't tell me you know who I am. Unless of course the blog makes you horny. Then just seduce me. Not just my mind either.

We're all looking for a
Morality Loophole