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Posted:Jun 21, 2014 6:17 pm
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I got nothing. wiped from a day of work. enjoy the bum.
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Perfect moments
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Posted:Jun 20, 2014 10:27 am
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2014 4:19 pm
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As I look back on my life both in and out of the sack I realize that I have a handful of perfect moments. I have buckets of imperfect and spoiled moments but that is for another day. These moments stand out and make such a vivid impression on my mind that to this day they still stand out.
They are actually sometimes silly but they are perfect. I remember driving in Saskatchewan and seeing the snow curling perfectly off a drift in the ditch. Just the perfect little curly q that you see once in a lifetime I think. I have looked for them since but still not seeing it.
I am sure that everyone has their own moments in their mind probably none as slight as the last one I mentioned. Some of you will point to the birth of , or the first kiss or him not pulling out and blowing his load on your face but so far none of those rank for me.
Instead I get moments like closing my eyes and sinking to the bottom of the pool and just laying there and staring up through the water. The quiet and the cool enveloping me and feeling like all my care and worries had been dissolved in that water. Wish I could go back and in my mind I do quite often.
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Couples, Couples everywhere
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Posted:Jun 19, 2014 5:34 am
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2014 4:21 pm
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So currently on my most recent visitors list I see four couples profiles that have stopped by. One I recognize and know the female part of but the others I have seen before but never really pursued.
Way back when I was still married and living up north the ex and I looked at putting up a couples profile. We did and what I found most interesting out of it all was the fact that I was the one doing all the work on it. We were looking for a straight up swap or maybe a mix in and it should have been obvious to me that I was the one doing the looking and sorting. Therefore I was the only one really into it.
Now what I am curious about is do you sit down as a couple and read blogs (which I didn't do back then) or does one read and then point out to the other a good one to read. I do this with a friend of mine here and I enjoy what she picks out for me to read. However we have ended up with some real loons too.
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A guessing game of sorts
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Posted:Jun 18, 2014 5:34 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 5:28 am
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So down this way we have had about a day and half of solid rain. The sort of thing that gets the worlds butt to pucker up tight and reminds us of the flooding of last year. I know that the river going through town has risen a couple of feet for sure and driving my home yesterday was an eye opening experience in how much water is on the ground.
But my favorite part is this. Guess whose basement carpet goes squish. If you guessed your dirty uncle spider than you win. My sump pump said fuck you on the worst day to so it. So needless to say I have a new watery carpet down stairs. Yay.
My favorite part was lying belly down on the wet reaching my hands down into the sump hole full of icey cold water to put in the new pump. Talk about motivation when your balls are crawling up into your throat. Such a good time. Twenty minutes and a hundred and fifty bucks later we are pumping it down. Insurance called and they are doing their thing. Gonna be some sucky days off for sure. Thank Buddha I didn't have it set up as the sex dungeon I have wanted down there. Maybe time to consider a sex attic instead of a dungeon. Especially during the rainy season.
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Convos
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Posted:Jun 17, 2014 7:44 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2014 9:11 am
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So I have had a couple of really rather cool convos lately. Sex related of course. The first is with someone I played with during the first separation. I asked if she was still getting side action and she said she isn't interested anymore. I was like WTF? She fears she is too fat.
I was surprised as I didn't think she put on any weight. I feel that deep down someone has said something somewhere and she took it hard. She was the biggest player that I knew of and I find it hard that she just quit outright, It is more of a case of her mind getting in the way. I advised a little bondage and blindfold action. Get her brain out of thought mode and more into sensation mode.
The other convo I had was initiated from here on this site. It had way more to do with bondage and BDSM and I found it fascinating and will keep the convo going. I would divulge who it is but I don't have her permission so I will stay mum. I am wrapping my head around what she is looking for and just what a master/slave relationship looks like. Fascinating stuff in my mind.
When I am more set with it I will be able to bring some of that knowledge over here for the res of you. Anyone else have any good convos lately?
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Chatty Cathy
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Posted:Jun 16, 2014 3:03 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2014 7:36 am
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So it seems like a good time to tell you one of my pet peeves or confess another dark secret to you all. Here goes. I have a real problem with chatty cathys in the bedroom. Hell I turn down the volume on porn because their inane "dialogue" drives me up the wall. Why would I want that in real life.
I am all for a little talking. "Hey not so fast" "You are on my hair" "That is the wrong hole" You know good corrective things. What I am not for is a running commentary of what I am doing or how it is going. I don't need you to tell me to fuck you cause that is what I am doing. I also don't need you to tell me how good it is because you haven't kicked me out of bed yet so I guess I am good.
Here a sample of phrases get me a little pissed off:
"fuck my pussy" yes you have different spots but this is the one I like.
"love your cock" I hope so. its the only one I am working with
"gonna cum etc." that is the whole point and I am hoping I can figure out your body language when you do.
"My last guys dick was bigger, harder, longer better etc." Yeah that one I usually a deal killer too.
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Sunday story
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Posted:Jun 15, 2014 2:54 pm
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2014 6:20 pm
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Alright readers. Time for part two. Again not a lot of sex but building to it. Some of you with dirty imaginations can see where I am going with this. To the rest keep reading.
Alex woke up the next day to a living room filled with egg like helmets. Time to start burning up the phones he figured. The first call he made secured him a lunch date for that afternoon and the rest of the morning was spent calling the ladies who had contacted Joan. He asked them some very basic questions and found that his eighteen had become more like thirteen. Some had called just on a whim and others were a little more serious. Two women he couldn’t get a hold of and two blew him off when he stated he was the coach. Feminism reared its ugly head.
He called Joan on the way to his lunch date and suggested a new poster to be placed around town. One that stated he was coaching and with any luck a time and place for an open house slash tryout. He would call her later with secured details. Alex just had to get through this lunch first.
It was a diner he knew well. He had grown up here and if you asked him there was no better chow mein anywhere. He slid into a booth and mentally prepared his pitch. Moments later across from him slid his lunch date. He was roughly the same age and the straight black hair and almond eyes hadn’t changed in years. He sat across from his high school quarterback. Someone who had gone onto college and had finished with honors. Now he was a real estate developer and slight mogul for the area.
He hadn’t seen Kim in years and the two smiled fondly at each other. He quickly laid out what he had gotten into and the issues he was having. Kim smiled and nodded and sipped at the soup before him. It wasn’t on the menu but Kim knew that his mother would make it just for him. They were sitting where Kims fortune started. He bought the building where his parents had their diner when he sold his first house. The family burned the lease and his parents were content to make money the way they knew how. With honest food and amazing prices.
Before he could eat half of his chow mein he was besieged by Kims mother. She doted on him ever since high school. It was just as well that she arrived as Kim was taking up his cell phone and rapidly calling out orders to subordinates. The true story on why she doted on him would never really be spoken aloud. It was just understood between the three of them that Kims family was in his debt. So far that meant a few free egg rolls every now and then. What he liked best was the warmth between them all. It was a warmth that radiated out of the kitchen and into everyone around them.
Kim whispered. Its done. And then moved off to whatever else was taking up his time. He was a busy man expanding his fortune. But not too busy for a friend in need.
Going home that afternoon he called Joan and gave a location and time for the open house. As he stepped through the door to his own house he decided to make one last call. It was a favor that he was calling in from a long time ago. He didn’t know if the favor still stood or not but he hoped it would. He was lucky. The favor stood and she was happy to oblige him. He smiled everything was kind of falling into place for him. He certainly hoped it would but had been prepared for the worst. That would have been cancelling everything. Instead he hoped things might just happen right for a change.
When he worked, he worked smart. Unlike his father who measured a days productiveness by the litres of sweat that you produced. He knew enough to delegate and use specialists when he needed them. It was part of the lunch date with Kim. Kim was a specialist who was hooked into the town deeper than he ever could be. Kim spent his whole life here outside of college. He didn’t run north chasing the oil dollar. Or run away from his doomed marriage like so many people thought.
It was only late in that evening that he dared to look at a box he had left hidden away. Inside was tattered note books and stats sheets. Football plays drawn up with a stead heavy pressure the way his father always worked. It was no real surprise to him that it was all there. All the plays he remembered. A collection of old prep sheets for certain teams. It was the foundation of his fathers coaching career and his own playing career for that matter. It was time for him to read his fathers bible. He needed another drink for this for sure.
Morning came with a sense of dread. Alex hadn’t realized how much he took for granted when he played under certain coaches. He just assumed that there was a natural vein of coaching in each of them. What he realized now is that there was a tonne of work that went into each successful coach and likewise into each player. It rattled around his brain for a while and finally he just shrugged and said fuck it. He was gonna do this his way. He was not his coaches or his father, he could only find the path himself, much like he had always done.
Around noon he loaded about three bags with about thirty helmets and some balls into it and headed out to his truck. Slowly he drove to the edge of town and smiled at what he saw. He never doubted Kim and knew that he should never doubt him. Kim was reliable and rock steady. He did what he said he was going to do and that was all you needed from a friend these days.
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A crabby little post.
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Posted:Jun 14, 2014 3:23 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2014 7:33 am
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No I don't have crabs. Lol
I do have a bucket list of sex and damnit if I don't find someone soon I am gonna die with with a tonne of things not crossed off. There that is all. Just a whining crabby little post and a moment of poor me going on. That is all go back about your weekend. I will be posting more story tomorrow.
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Turn about
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Posted:Jun 13, 2014 5:31 am
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2014 2:58 pm
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So there is the super cool notion that I actually tend to believe in and I will float it on out there for you. The notion is the old "what is good for the goose is good for the gander". Now normally I would take the time right now to tell my just what the saying means but you are better than that right?
When it comes to funky naked time and nude co ed wrestling I use this phrase semi regularly. What I mean there is if I am expecting to get a blow job I better damn well be prepared to go down on her. If I want to get tied up then I damn well better have some ropes for her. Same goes for spanking and anal and whatever you have in mind.
The bottom line is you cant be a good partner if you are only willing to do a couple of things and expect a hundred back in return. (ex wifes I am looking at you). You also cant be a good partner if you are dismissive and don't try your best. If you lick pussy like it was a popsicle don't expect the world most amazing BJ.
Geese, ganders, popsicles, I have cover a lot of ground today. Hopefully it makes sense to you and you have a goose or a gander of your own.
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Technology frustration setting in.
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Posted:Jun 12, 2014 7:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2014 4:14 pm
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I may be relatively absent from the site today. it appears that not having anti virus and then installing anti virus is a really nice way of saying that I wont have my laptop for much of today. Holy frustration and it is only nine.
On another note I have happened upon a few profiles where people are being totally up front about their STDs and I would like to commend them for it. No sense in hiding that shit especially on this site.
Also kudos to those of you who want to communicate with me. I always appreciate communication of whatever form. I still have issues with IM though and so avoid it like the plague. Might just be a site issue for me.
Anyways back to technological salt time. I am sure a full scan will take most of the day with my machine. I just knew I shouldn't have looked at all that Malaysian porn. Oh well Minecraft will get me through a couple of hours for sure.
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Harem?
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Posted:Jun 11, 2014 7:51 am
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2014 5:26 am
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So this notion struck me the other day. Maybe those whole middle east kingdoms had it right. Maybe I should just have a whole house full of women and anytime I need companionship I find one and away I go. No dating, no bullshit with courting etc. Just a simple away we go sort of gesture.
I know that there will be poly folks out there nodding along going, yes yes yes. Then the rest of you folks will be going no no no. Guess what folks. I am just sitting there going maybe, maybe, maybe.
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Shit i learned.
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Posted:Jun 9, 2014 7:23 am
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2014 4:13 pm
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So I do like so many around here do and rely on the internet for some of my entertainment and humour. I was perusing a site the other day and lo and behold I came across a rather interesting photo display. It was stars with STDs.
Interesting to see. Stars like Pam Anderson with her Hep C. But then there is Linda Lovelace with Hep C herself. It was interesting how many people have herpes. I can see why when I was a in the 80s it was the STD to be afraid of. The gift that keeps giving as they say.
Now I have known and been around people with this charming little affliction. It does absolutely nothing to diminish them as people. The fact that almost all of them did not know that the partner they were with had herpes didn't help. It actually made me a little angry. I think if I got nasty little sores on my dick I might notice that while I am pissing and probably gonna tell someone that I am hooking up with.
Why is it hard to be personally responsible these days? Why do we duck any ownership for where we are in our lives? And really why aren't we wrapping it up on the first round of encounters with someone. Its easier to have the condom conversation instead of the herpes and STD conversation with someone else.
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A relatively sex free sunday story
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Posted:Jun 8, 2014 7:43 pm
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2014 5:36 am
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Ok. Here goes. A lot longer than normal and a lot less sex. I am building to that.
He didn’t really know how he got here. He just knew that it was a good place to be. Looking at it from the outside it was ridiculous actually. Here he was twenty years since he played his last game and he was as nervous now as he was then. Only today was different today was the beginning of his coaching career. Only now he was coaching women.
It started with his really. She had turned 18 and was fond of reminding him of his gut and lack of activity. He silently thanked the stars that he had divorced from her mother because the two of them would have stripped his carcass clean with their cattiness. They were out for coffee and she saw a sign on the bulletin board. It was a call for anyone interested in a womans football league. It was flag football or two handed touch it was the real deal. They were looking for players and coaches.
She teased him mercilessly at first. Saying he didn’t have the guts. It was only when she went to visit her mom that he phoned the number on the sign and got in touch with a lovely lady who was organizing things. She was trying to organize things. It seemed she had a girlfriend who played on a team about an hour away and had convinced her to try to start a team in their own little town. Now she had about three dozen bag of gear in her garage and really had no idea what to do outside of posting the ad at the coffee shop.
He talked to her for a good half an hour and then just decided to head over and make heads or tails out of the mess for her. He hadn’t told her but he grew up the of a coach and played on a national championship team in college. There was talk that he could have gone pro if he hadn’t had gotten his girlfriend pregnant. In the end he would trade the world of pro ball for time with his Melissa. He ended up dropping out of school and heading north to work in the oilfields but it paid off. Here he was retired at fifty and about to become a coach for the first time.
When he pulled up in front of the suburban home he smiled to himself. He had a house like this once. Hell he had a marriage like this, but when you work away as much as he did the tendency to stray creeps into a marriage. He didn’t catch his wife in bed with him, just realized that she didn’t love him anymore and needed his paychecks. The divorce was relatively quiet. He kept to himself and gave her the house. He found a smaller place and though it tacked another five years onto his plan he found himself relatively happy with his living with him when he was home.
He was still a big man and had only slightly gone to seed. His work had kept him relatively trim for awhile but being at a control panel for the last ten years didn’t help. He thought coaching might get him a little more active and that was good. He rang the door bell and stood back to wait. He smiled inwardly when Joan answered the door. It was exactly like he pictured her. She was short and trim and tight bodied. He guessed that she did an hour of yoga a day. She had the body that showed discipline at the gym as well as at the table.
She popped the garage door and told him to have a look. He walked to the open bay and smiled when he looked inside. Next to a BMW sedan was a mess of oversized bags.
Someone in their wisdom had bought a tonne of gear. Joan explained it was the pro football franchise from two hours away. Their plan was to get women involved with the sport as a base to grow their fans on. The figured correctly that daughters and sons would watch mom slog it out on a field and then be more inclined to watch the pros on Sundays. It was as good an idea as any.
The smell hit him like a brick to the face. It was the old locker room smell. One he grew up with and knew very well. It was old sweat buried in shoulder harnesses and the hint of grass ground into the knees and hips of the pants. It was comfortable as an old sweater and he had no idea how much he had missed it until that moment. He unzipped a bag and what he found astonished him. The helmets in the bag were still new. He estimated that he had some totally unused stuff and was excited and overwhelmed. Getting this stuff together would take time.
Joan had surrendered any leadership she might have had to him within seconds of him setting foot in the garage. He was now the coach slash manager slash equipment guy slash trainer. She promised she would keep her number on posters as a contact name but that he could have the list of those who called and expressed interest. It was 18 ladies so far. Really just 18 names. He realized he was going to have to track them down and see just what the hell was going on.
The first order of business though was getting the equipment in shape. Joan helped him lug the bags to his truck and all thirty of them made a huge load to get to his house. He did get them there though. He drove slowly and luckily of the main thoroughways. He had just finished unloading the gear to his house when a thought struck him. He called Joan and asked if they had secured a place to practice and play yet. She hadn’t even thought of it she said. He was starting to dread what he had taken on and hate his for convincing him to try it.
He had phone calls to make and looking at the sheet a familiar number jumped out at him. Dialing the digits he chuckled and smiled when he heard the familiar voice. Get your scrawny ass over here. He growled into the phone and hung up. He was still wearing the smile when his showed up ten minutes later. She had called the number without telling him and now he had a little payback for her.
He stood up and threw a helmet shell at her. Seeing as you are the coaches you get to do all the little extras as well. He declared. The next two hours was teaching her how to attach face masks to helmets and install air bladders as well. By the end of the two she was ready for the big leagues. She was as quick as he was and he fingers were only slightly more nimble. The night officially ended with her selecting her own helmet and then slicing her dads eyebrow open when she hugged him tightly. That night he went to bed with a smile and a band aid.
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