I've been very remiss in posting lately. I've been busy and there really hasn't been much happening of any significance, at least in the crossdressing realm. My weekdays have been filled with work, running, and summer yard work.
How long is a lawnmower supposed to last? The one I have, a Craftsman, is about 9 years old and I’ve been having problems with it. I have trouble keeping it going. I push the prime button a few times, pull the cord, and it’ll start and run for about 5 seconds then stop. I have to repeat this over and over and over, much to the amusement of the neighborhood. Once started, if I keep my finger on the prime button it will keep going. Let go and it soon stops. I have to do this for about 20 minutes before it will run continuously, although the motor surges between fast and slow. After another 20 minutes it seems to run fine. I stopped by the local mower repair shop for advice. They suggested that I clean the fuel injector (its not technically an injector, but that’s what it seems to do). So this weekend I’ll be screwing around with that.
On the sex side of life, things could be better. She and I were getting hot and heavy over the weekend. We had both just taken showers and the foreplay was very intense, a little bit too intense for me. I need to slow down. She was on her stomach, I was kneeling over her, kissing and licking and massaging her back, ass, and legs while she was using her feet on my cock. As I said, I was getting too excited and came all over her feet. While that in itself is a good thing (for me), it was not where she wanted things to end. She’s pretty cool about this when it happens. She doesn’t get upset or angry, at least outwardly. I’m probably more disappointed than she is. As I always say, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again. That’s the fun part!
Oh, and I had a great foot sighting at lunch the other day. This attractive girl sits down in a booth a few tables in front of me (I’m behind it). I’m thinking that I’ll get a good view when she leaves. To my delight, she puts her legs up on her seat so her feet are sticking out into the aisle. She was wearing a pair of very pretty strappy wedges. Very nice feet and ankles for me to gawk at!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Life's Simple Pleasures
I have been tagged by Sonia-Belle, who asked me to name ten of LifeÂ’s Simple Pleasures. Here are 10 of my Life's Pleasures. Not the Top 10, not the bottom 10, just 10 on the list of n where n is an integer from 1 to infinity. It was tough not to include any of the items from the 'C' list.
1) Beer. Not the garden variety American Standard Lager (Bud, Miller, Coors), but the more flavorful microbrews. I prefer stouts, porters, and Marzen (Oktoberfest) styles. There are many brands I like - Brooklyn, Anchor, Stoudt's,Guinnesss, Great Lakes, Sam Adams to name a few, and I'm always looking for something I haven't tried. I'm a homebrewer. Nothing like satisfaction of enjoying the fruits of one's labors.
2) Running. I've been running over 20 years now. There's nothing like running in the morning while most people are still sleeping and enjoying the outdoors. Running in races is a lot of fun too - sharing a common fun experience. And new shoes every year!
3) Apples. My favorite fruit, specifically Granny Smith apples - crisp and tart. Great for eating and baking.
4) Science Fiction. Before I read my first science fiction book in probably the 5th grade (a Star Trek book), I wasn't much of a reader, and my grades reflected that. Since then, I've been a prolific reader. Bach then it was mostly Star Trek (pre-Next Generation), and lately I've been reading a lot of the 'classics' from the '50's and '60's.
5) Big 10 Football. I attended a Big 10 school and there's nothing like attending a game - the people, the traditions, the game.
6) The Ocean and the Beach. A place where many good things are combined - hot sun, cool water, sand, girls in bikinis, running on the beach, napping on the beach, swimming.
7) Skirts. An article of women's clothing that I love to see women wear. Great for showing oftheirr legs, feet, shoes, hosiery (or lack of), and flashing those panties (or lack of).
8) Leg Show magazine. To me this is the best of all of these types of magazines. Not just because it caters to my leg, feet, and hosiery fetish. Those combined with great photography, large & numerous pictures, beautiful women, and the quality of the printing make it a great magazine. There are other magazines of this caliber, but none combine all of the things that I like as it does. Hustler photographs are excellent and the girls are very beautiful, but there are a lot of other things in the magazine that turn me completely off. Playboy has the girls and photography, too, but not the content.
9) Sailing. I don't have a boat and I don't know how to sail, but I do like to go sailing. Its very relaxing and fun.
10) Vanilla. This is one of the scents that really turns me on. Whenever I smell it, it instantly relaxes me, and, if she's wearing it, puts me in the mood. Other perfumes take the back seat to vanilla.
1) Beer. Not the garden variety American Standard Lager (Bud, Miller, Coors), but the more flavorful microbrews. I prefer stouts, porters, and Marzen (Oktoberfest) styles. There are many brands I like - Brooklyn, Anchor, Stoudt's,Guinnesss, Great Lakes, Sam Adams to name a few, and I'm always looking for something I haven't tried. I'm a homebrewer. Nothing like satisfaction of enjoying the fruits of one's labors.
2) Running. I've been running over 20 years now. There's nothing like running in the morning while most people are still sleeping and enjoying the outdoors. Running in races is a lot of fun too - sharing a common fun experience. And new shoes every year!
3) Apples. My favorite fruit, specifically Granny Smith apples - crisp and tart. Great for eating and baking.
4) Science Fiction. Before I read my first science fiction book in probably the 5th grade (a Star Trek book), I wasn't much of a reader, and my grades reflected that. Since then, I've been a prolific reader. Bach then it was mostly Star Trek (pre-Next Generation), and lately I've been reading a lot of the 'classics' from the '50's and '60's.
5) Big 10 Football. I attended a Big 10 school and there's nothing like attending a game - the people, the traditions, the game.
6) The Ocean and the Beach. A place where many good things are combined - hot sun, cool water, sand, girls in bikinis, running on the beach, napping on the beach, swimming.
7) Skirts. An article of women's clothing that I love to see women wear. Great for showing oftheirr legs, feet, shoes, hosiery (or lack of), and flashing those panties (or lack of).
8) Leg Show magazine. To me this is the best of all of these types of magazines. Not just because it caters to my leg, feet, and hosiery fetish. Those combined with great photography, large & numerous pictures, beautiful women, and the quality of the printing make it a great magazine. There are other magazines of this caliber, but none combine all of the things that I like as it does. Hustler photographs are excellent and the girls are very beautiful, but there are a lot of other things in the magazine that turn me completely off. Playboy has the girls and photography, too, but not the content.
9) Sailing. I don't have a boat and I don't know how to sail, but I do like to go sailing. Its very relaxing and fun.
10) Vanilla. This is one of the scents that really turns me on. Whenever I smell it, it instantly relaxes me, and, if she's wearing it, puts me in the mood. Other perfumes take the back seat to vanilla.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Trip Report
Traveling to New Haven by Amtrak: very good. Sitting next to work associate that stunk of curry on the train: awful. I'm going on a rant for the next few paragraphs, so skip if you don't care. After spending countless hours in planes and rental cars sometime with work associates, I prefer traveling alone. There were plenty of vacant rows in our car and he had to sit next to me. He could have taken on of the seats in front, behind, or in the other side of the aisle. But no, Mr. Curry had to sit next to me. And it was his breath and body odor. And he made it a point to talk and talk to me during the entire ride. I was reading Wired before he boarded. Couldn't he see that I was trying to read it? Argh. He's a nice guy, but I need my space.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
10 Important Things that Begin with C
Hiromi assigned me the letter "C" to play with (who was assigned the letter "D" by Darkneuro). I’m writing this while I’m on the Amtrak train from Philly to New Haven, CT, in hopes of inspiration. Not much yet in Philly as I see mostly junkyards and highways. On to the first.
1) Computers. Very important. Can’t live without them. If you can, you probably are not reading this. If you can’t and don’t want to, then reading this is a good way to spend some entertainment time. I have an eMac at home. I love it! Once you go Mac, you’ll never go back. No iPod yet. Looking at the Apple website is like looking at porn for the geek in me. Going to the Apple store is like going to the best strip club in the world (again for the geek in me), only I can touch the merchandise all I want.
2) Chocolate. Deep, dark, and bitter. My current fav is the Trader Joe’s Pound Plus Bittersweet bar. One square of it in the mouth is like what the best cup of hot cocoa should be like. This stuff gives me the warm & fuzzy feelings inside when I eat it. It relaxes me. Like George Costanza’s perfect pastrami sandwich, eating this chocolate while having sex could be the combo that actually sends me into that euphoric orgasm that we all hope to achieve every time.
3) Custard. We past a Rita’s Water Ice a few miles back. Sure, frozen custard is not in the same world as hand-scooped ice cream (especially if it is Philadelphia-style). Rita’s version of gelati is a bit of frozen custard on the bottom of a cup, then water ice, then more frozen custard. Mmmmm….
4) Curves. As in the curves of a woman. The curves of her back looking down from her shoulders to her ass. The curves of her ass. The curves of her waist in profile. The curves of her legs. The curves of her feet, especially the underside of the arch of her foot, and the top too.
5) Coven. A group of witches. Saw a sign for Monty Python’s Spamalot. Reminds me of one of my favorite parts of The Search for the Holy Grail. “What do you do with a witch?” “Burn them!” “What else can you do with witches?” “Burn them!”
6) Cotton. Cotton panties. No, not granny panties, or panties with cute flowers on them. Sexy ones. If nothing else, Victoria’s Secret has done more for making all other manufacturers make their panties more sexy, stylish, and modern. Just look at Jockey. Sure, they might be plain, but they are much sexier than they used to be. I love panties – I love looking at women in them, I love to wear them, I love to shop for them. Oh, and if you have access to the November 2005 issue of Leg Show, Jessica Michaels has a great editorial on the history of panties.
7) Corset. Another lovely piece of women’s lingerie. They might not be the most popular thing to wear amongst women, but they are probably one thing that men love to see women wear. I’ve had a few of them (department store brands) and I like the way the feel – the encasement, the firmness. And some of the come with garter straps for stockings (and that’s another post all together). They needn’t be fancy or frilly. And I think that’s what Victoria’s Secret is not getting right. They make a lot of lovely lingerie that just isn’t sturdy enough to wear all the time. Its just window dressing. They could do a lot for garter belts and corsets if they made them for every- and all-day wear. The Brits do it well (see the link to the left for StockingsHQ).
8) Catharsis. That’s what this blog is to me. A place to get it all out. Crossdressing is also a catharsis. Which leads to…
9) Clandestine (concealed, secret). That’s a good word for describing my style of crossdressing. I’m not one to wear a wig, make-up, and a dress in public places. When I am dressed in public, I’ll wear women’s khakis or jeans, more on the plain side than frilly and fancy. My blouses are similar. Underneath, however, it is all very feminine, from the colors to the styles of lingerie: stockings, pantyhose, panties, bras, camisoles. From the outside, one might not notice right away that I’m wearing women’s clothes – clandestine!
10) Climax. That’s what I have planned for later tonight once I arrive at the hotel. Strip down, take a nice hot bubble bath, shave, dress in some lingerie, then look as some porn – on the web and the few issues of Leg Show that I brought with me.
1) Computers. Very important. Can’t live without them. If you can, you probably are not reading this. If you can’t and don’t want to, then reading this is a good way to spend some entertainment time. I have an eMac at home. I love it! Once you go Mac, you’ll never go back. No iPod yet. Looking at the Apple website is like looking at porn for the geek in me. Going to the Apple store is like going to the best strip club in the world (again for the geek in me), only I can touch the merchandise all I want.
2) Chocolate. Deep, dark, and bitter. My current fav is the Trader Joe’s Pound Plus Bittersweet bar. One square of it in the mouth is like what the best cup of hot cocoa should be like. This stuff gives me the warm & fuzzy feelings inside when I eat it. It relaxes me. Like George Costanza’s perfect pastrami sandwich, eating this chocolate while having sex could be the combo that actually sends me into that euphoric orgasm that we all hope to achieve every time.
3) Custard. We past a Rita’s Water Ice a few miles back. Sure, frozen custard is not in the same world as hand-scooped ice cream (especially if it is Philadelphia-style). Rita’s version of gelati is a bit of frozen custard on the bottom of a cup, then water ice, then more frozen custard. Mmmmm….
4) Curves. As in the curves of a woman. The curves of her back looking down from her shoulders to her ass. The curves of her ass. The curves of her waist in profile. The curves of her legs. The curves of her feet, especially the underside of the arch of her foot, and the top too.
5) Coven. A group of witches. Saw a sign for Monty Python’s Spamalot. Reminds me of one of my favorite parts of The Search for the Holy Grail. “What do you do with a witch?” “Burn them!” “What else can you do with witches?” “Burn them!”
6) Cotton. Cotton panties. No, not granny panties, or panties with cute flowers on them. Sexy ones. If nothing else, Victoria’s Secret has done more for making all other manufacturers make their panties more sexy, stylish, and modern. Just look at Jockey. Sure, they might be plain, but they are much sexier than they used to be. I love panties – I love looking at women in them, I love to wear them, I love to shop for them. Oh, and if you have access to the November 2005 issue of Leg Show, Jessica Michaels has a great editorial on the history of panties.
7) Corset. Another lovely piece of women’s lingerie. They might not be the most popular thing to wear amongst women, but they are probably one thing that men love to see women wear. I’ve had a few of them (department store brands) and I like the way the feel – the encasement, the firmness. And some of the come with garter straps for stockings (and that’s another post all together). They needn’t be fancy or frilly. And I think that’s what Victoria’s Secret is not getting right. They make a lot of lovely lingerie that just isn’t sturdy enough to wear all the time. Its just window dressing. They could do a lot for garter belts and corsets if they made them for every- and all-day wear. The Brits do it well (see the link to the left for StockingsHQ).
8) Catharsis. That’s what this blog is to me. A place to get it all out. Crossdressing is also a catharsis. Which leads to…
9) Clandestine (concealed, secret). That’s a good word for describing my style of crossdressing. I’m not one to wear a wig, make-up, and a dress in public places. When I am dressed in public, I’ll wear women’s khakis or jeans, more on the plain side than frilly and fancy. My blouses are similar. Underneath, however, it is all very feminine, from the colors to the styles of lingerie: stockings, pantyhose, panties, bras, camisoles. From the outside, one might not notice right away that I’m wearing women’s clothes – clandestine!
10) Climax. That’s what I have planned for later tonight once I arrive at the hotel. Strip down, take a nice hot bubble bath, shave, dress in some lingerie, then look as some porn – on the web and the few issues of Leg Show that I brought with me.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Questions You May Have, Answers I May Give
Ok, ok, ok! I realize that its been a week since my last post and my readership is way, way, way down. Things have been busy. Things have been boring. Things have not been much to write about. I will post again this week. I'm going on an overnight trip to New England.
In the mean time, are there any questions that you would like to ask me? I will do my best to answer them. Be creative, be funny, be inquisitive. Inspire me to be creative, be funny, and be thoughtful. Ask me the question that I didn't see coming out of left field. I feel that I need to re-connect with you. I need to pare down the list of links on the right side.
In the mean time, are there any questions that you would like to ask me? I will do my best to answer them. Be creative, be funny, be inquisitive. Inspire me to be creative, be funny, and be thoughtful. Ask me the question that I didn't see coming out of left field. I feel that I need to re-connect with you. I need to pare down the list of links on the right side.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
THX 1138
Have you seen this movie? It was one of George Lucas' movies. I remember watching it when I was a kid on TV. Very abstract. Its one of those movies that doesn't tell you everything you need to know. And that's what I like about it. There's so much that one could fill in. How did life get to be like it is? Is that all there is to their existance? What happens to THX?
www.thx1138movie.com
www.thx-1138.org/
Oh, and who came here from Laguardia Community College?
www.thx1138movie.com
www.thx-1138.org/
Oh, and who came here from Laguardia Community College?
Friday, May 12, 2006
Race Report
I finished the Broad Street 10-Mile Race on Sunday in record time for me, under 80 minutes! The first 8 miles were good, it was the last two that were the challenge. I just ran out of energy. My legs felt fine and breathing was pretty good. Next time I'll need to bring one of those gel packs for energy.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Just some random thoughts for the day
Green Tea. Just had a cup. Hit the spot.
Firewire. My eMac has two firewire ports. Up until last month I never used them. Then I bought an external hard drive for back-ups and storage. The Firewire port worked well when I first connected it. I was able to back everything up and read from the drive. Then about two weeks ago I tried accessing it again and my computer didn't recognize it. The drive came with a USB port also, and that worked. After a call to customer service, I sent the drive back. Today they said all is well with the drive and it is probably my eMac that is having the problem. They suggested re-setting the PRAM which I'll do later today. They also suggested that I connect another Firewire device, which I don't have. I'll have to borrow someone's iPod. (Yes, I'm the only Apple owner that doesn't own an iPod.) My question is this: why doesn't someone make a small device to test a Firewire port, sort of like one of those little USB keychain drives? It would certainly come in handy for me at times like this.
The Race. I'm ready for it. One stupid thing I did on Wednesday is I went for a long run wearing a pair of running shorts that I haven't worn in a long time. The chaffing on my inner thigh looks like a cheese grater was taken to it. Those shorts will go into the trash. I hope I see many women in running skirts. I think they're sharp looking. I mean, running behind a woman with a great ass in tight spandex shorts is quite overtly visually attractive. But there's something about the skirt. Its demurely sexually attractive. Or maybe its the thought of trying to get a look up it. Running behind, and trying to keep up with, a cute woman is better motivation for running fast than running behind some big sweaty guy that has antiperspirant running down his arms.
Bosco. Its George's PIN (from Seinfeld).
Tomorrow is National Home Brew Day. Go out and brew some beer!
Firewire. My eMac has two firewire ports. Up until last month I never used them. Then I bought an external hard drive for back-ups and storage. The Firewire port worked well when I first connected it. I was able to back everything up and read from the drive. Then about two weeks ago I tried accessing it again and my computer didn't recognize it. The drive came with a USB port also, and that worked. After a call to customer service, I sent the drive back. Today they said all is well with the drive and it is probably my eMac that is having the problem. They suggested re-setting the PRAM which I'll do later today. They also suggested that I connect another Firewire device, which I don't have. I'll have to borrow someone's iPod. (Yes, I'm the only Apple owner that doesn't own an iPod.) My question is this: why doesn't someone make a small device to test a Firewire port, sort of like one of those little USB keychain drives? It would certainly come in handy for me at times like this.
The Race. I'm ready for it. One stupid thing I did on Wednesday is I went for a long run wearing a pair of running shorts that I haven't worn in a long time. The chaffing on my inner thigh looks like a cheese grater was taken to it. Those shorts will go into the trash. I hope I see many women in running skirts. I think they're sharp looking. I mean, running behind a woman with a great ass in tight spandex shorts is quite overtly visually attractive. But there's something about the skirt. Its demurely sexually attractive. Or maybe its the thought of trying to get a look up it. Running behind, and trying to keep up with, a cute woman is better motivation for running fast than running behind some big sweaty guy that has antiperspirant running down his arms.
Bosco. Its George's PIN (from Seinfeld).
Tomorrow is National Home Brew Day. Go out and brew some beer!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I've Been Tagged...
...so here are my answers:
I AM: Getting excited about running in the Broad Street 10-Mile Race.
I JUST NOW: Rescheduled a meeting from today to Thursday. I feel like a secretary sometimes.
I SAID: Gadzooks!
I WANT: A DVD/VCR player that lasts longer than 18 months. I know these things are cheap, but I want something lasts a lot longer.
I WISH: I could make more time to run.
I HATE: When, at the start of a race and I'm in the section for my pace, I find myself passing people who should be further back.
I MISS: Pizza from where I grew up. It is THE best!
I FEAR: Getting injured before the race and not being able to run in it. Or that the alarm clock doesn't go off (al la Seinfeld).
I HEAR: That guy behind me humming.
I WONDER: Who cloned my credit card last week. I'm thankful that MBNA denied the person's charge and canceled it before any harm was done.
I REGRET: Eating all that oatmeal for breakfast - too much fiber.
I AM NOT: Going to eat that much oatmeal tomorrow.
I SING: In the car.
I CRY: "Fore!" when I hit the golf ball near someone.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Horny, just most of the time. The other times I'm very horny.
I MADE: A trip to the UPS store last night. Darn external hard drive's Firewire port went kaput.
I WRITE: "..the songs that the whole world sings..." How did Barry Manilow get into my head today?
I CONFUSE: The names of a lot of my neighbors. I don't see them often enough to get the names right.
I NEED: Dark chocolate.
I SHOULD: Buy some new women's clothes. I mean, its almost summer.
I START: The race on Sunday at 8:30AM.
I FINISH: The race hopefully 80 minutes later.
I AM: Getting excited about running in the Broad Street 10-Mile Race.
I JUST NOW: Rescheduled a meeting from today to Thursday. I feel like a secretary sometimes.
I SAID: Gadzooks!
I WANT: A DVD/VCR player that lasts longer than 18 months. I know these things are cheap, but I want something lasts a lot longer.
I WISH: I could make more time to run.
I HATE: When, at the start of a race and I'm in the section for my pace, I find myself passing people who should be further back.
I MISS: Pizza from where I grew up. It is THE best!
I FEAR: Getting injured before the race and not being able to run in it. Or that the alarm clock doesn't go off (al la Seinfeld).
I HEAR: That guy behind me humming.
I WONDER: Who cloned my credit card last week. I'm thankful that MBNA denied the person's charge and canceled it before any harm was done.
I REGRET: Eating all that oatmeal for breakfast - too much fiber.
I AM NOT: Going to eat that much oatmeal tomorrow.
I SING: In the car.
I CRY: "Fore!" when I hit the golf ball near someone.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Horny, just most of the time. The other times I'm very horny.
I MADE: A trip to the UPS store last night. Darn external hard drive's Firewire port went kaput.
I WRITE: "..the songs that the whole world sings..." How did Barry Manilow get into my head today?
I CONFUSE: The names of a lot of my neighbors. I don't see them often enough to get the names right.
I NEED: Dark chocolate.
I SHOULD: Buy some new women's clothes. I mean, its almost summer.
I START: The race on Sunday at 8:30AM.
I FINISH: The race hopefully 80 minutes later.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Leg Show
I've some time tonight for some posting. One idea I've had for a long time is a review of my favorite adult magazine, Leg Show. In previous posts I mentioned that is the magazine for foot, leg, and pantyhose fetishists. I'm not sure how many of you out there have seen it or are regular readers like me. One thing I like is that all the ads are in the back of the magazine - no distractions. Here's my review of the April 2006 issue's women.
Letters: Like every magazine they have letters to the editor, many of them about a reader's crossdressing, cuckolding, or fetish experiences or fatasies. I don't usually read them.
Sarah: Shoe size 7.5. She starts out wearing a skimpy floral dress, tan stockings, and white strappy sandals. She's a nice looking blonde, curly hair, and nice legs. She doesn't do much for me, however. Just not the right settings or poses.
Home Photos: This section contains photos sent in by female readers. Not a favorite section of mine as most of the time the photos are grainy. C&S's photos do catch my eye. Looking at her face, most people would probably not imagine her as she is here. Pretty lady.
Zoe Britton: Shoe size 8.5. Wow! She catches my attention right away on the first page where she's still clothed. She has long dark hair and is wearin a blue suit, black hosiery, and pink sandals. I like the shoes! In the third picture she's sitting on a chair, legs open, skirt hiked up so her pantyhose are exposed, and her hand is in the "OK" jerk-off position. On the next page her suit is off and the crotch of her ph is open. Very nice legs. Next page she showing her nice c-cup breasts, and one decent foot shot. The last page we finnally get to see her naked feet. Very nice! Only I wish it were a close-up. Definite beat-off material.
Jelena Jensen: The article says she's a XXX star, size 8 shoe. She's very pretty, nice long legs, but no good feet photos. Her photos are good for warming up, but not for orgasm.
Eva: Size 8 shoe. She's also in a pink floral dress, very sheer stockings, heeled sandals, long dark hair. Very attractive as her legs are a bit on the plump side. Her expressions are inviting and her poses are sensual. Again, she's warm-up material. The layout could have been better.
Michelle: She's the centerfold. Shoe size 7.5. She's in black boots and black lingerie with a riding crop, supposing to be a dominatrix. Pretty girl, but I don't buy it. Warm-up material.
Sophie Moone: Shoe size 8. Another nice perky blonde in black with baby-blue heels. My first impression is warm, but not overwhelming. However, as I turn the pages, I change my mind. Her facial expressions, body poses, and the quality of the photos is stunning! As I flip the pages its tough not to go too far with things, each photo captivating my attention. Definite orgasm material here!
I'm going to skip Christiane, Jo, and Erica - they don't do much for me.
Alicia. Wow! She's been in the the magazine before. Incredible! Every picture, every pose, just amazing! She's not a professional model. Lovely legs, feet, ass, face. In one picture she's kneeling on a chair with her back to the camera with the camera below her. Gorgeous ass and sheer baby-blue panties. What I like about her is that in every picture, the look on her face is one of "I know you are looking at me and jerking off, and I like it!" She has that effect on me!
Letters: Like every magazine they have letters to the editor, many of them about a reader's crossdressing, cuckolding, or fetish experiences or fatasies. I don't usually read them.
Sarah: Shoe size 7.5. She starts out wearing a skimpy floral dress, tan stockings, and white strappy sandals. She's a nice looking blonde, curly hair, and nice legs. She doesn't do much for me, however. Just not the right settings or poses.
Home Photos: This section contains photos sent in by female readers. Not a favorite section of mine as most of the time the photos are grainy. C&S's photos do catch my eye. Looking at her face, most people would probably not imagine her as she is here. Pretty lady.
Zoe Britton: Shoe size 8.5. Wow! She catches my attention right away on the first page where she's still clothed. She has long dark hair and is wearin a blue suit, black hosiery, and pink sandals. I like the shoes! In the third picture she's sitting on a chair, legs open, skirt hiked up so her pantyhose are exposed, and her hand is in the "OK" jerk-off position. On the next page her suit is off and the crotch of her ph is open. Very nice legs. Next page she showing her nice c-cup breasts, and one decent foot shot. The last page we finnally get to see her naked feet. Very nice! Only I wish it were a close-up. Definite beat-off material.
Jelena Jensen: The article says she's a XXX star, size 8 shoe. She's very pretty, nice long legs, but no good feet photos. Her photos are good for warming up, but not for orgasm.
Eva: Size 8 shoe. She's also in a pink floral dress, very sheer stockings, heeled sandals, long dark hair. Very attractive as her legs are a bit on the plump side. Her expressions are inviting and her poses are sensual. Again, she's warm-up material. The layout could have been better.
Michelle: She's the centerfold. Shoe size 7.5. She's in black boots and black lingerie with a riding crop, supposing to be a dominatrix. Pretty girl, but I don't buy it. Warm-up material.
Sophie Moone: Shoe size 8. Another nice perky blonde in black with baby-blue heels. My first impression is warm, but not overwhelming. However, as I turn the pages, I change my mind. Her facial expressions, body poses, and the quality of the photos is stunning! As I flip the pages its tough not to go too far with things, each photo captivating my attention. Definite orgasm material here!
I'm going to skip Christiane, Jo, and Erica - they don't do much for me.
Alicia. Wow! She's been in the the magazine before. Incredible! Every picture, every pose, just amazing! She's not a professional model. Lovely legs, feet, ass, face. In one picture she's kneeling on a chair with her back to the camera with the camera below her. Gorgeous ass and sheer baby-blue panties. What I like about her is that in every picture, the look on her face is one of "I know you are looking at me and jerking off, and I like it!" She has that effect on me!
Not a whole lot has been happening lately. I visited my parents over the Easter weekend. One thing that really peeved me on the drive out was the horrible selection of radio stations in Pennsylvania. We drove across the state without much of a tape selection and I forgot to bring the CD player, so it was the radio for us. Most of the stations were country, classic rock, or that new BenFM format. The thing I dislike about the BenFM stations is that we heard the exact same songs as we passed from one station's signal to another. Argh! Anyway, it was a lot of fun seeing the entire family as well as many cousins that I haven't seen in awhile. The weather was great and the food good and plentiful.
I haven't had much of a chance to crossdress in a while. There was one Saturday a few weeks ago that I did find a couple of hours to get dressed and do some things around the house. It certainly was not enough time. I sorted through my girl-clothes to pick something nice, and really felt the need to buy some new things. Since I was alone I just put on panties, stockings, garterbelt, camisole, and heels. I felt very comfortable with warm feelings all over. What I really wanted to do was dress up more and go shopping.
I haven't had to travel for business in about 6 months, so I haven't had an opportunity to get dressed and shop. My energy is all pent up and needs a release. The next trip I take I'll probably go on a huge shopping spree. I can imagine it now: I get to the hotel, take a nice hot bath, put on stockings or pantyhose, panties, bra, blouse, and heels. I drive out to the nearest mall and head to The Limited or Express and buy a new pair of jeans and a blouse. Then head over to Victoria's Secret for some new panties and one of those new IPEX bras that they have out now. Can't forget about shoes! Maybe a nice pair of Nine West's if they have them in my size, or Aldo's. Its always a lot more fun shopping in new places. We received the latest Land's End women's clothing catalog the other day which reinforced my longing for a new outfit. Land's End has some nice thing, especially their blouses, but their pants just aren't for me.
One thing I have been doing a lot lately is running. I've run more this month than in each of the previous months. I'm training for the Broad Street run on May 7th, a 10-mile race down Broad Street in Philadelphia. I've run it several times before. After each time I've always thought that if I trained more that I would do better. I'm trying, but its difficult. I was aiming to run every second day, but its been more like every 5th day. Not enough. Two weeks to go so I need to run at least 4 to 5 more times.
I haven't had much of a chance to crossdress in a while. There was one Saturday a few weeks ago that I did find a couple of hours to get dressed and do some things around the house. It certainly was not enough time. I sorted through my girl-clothes to pick something nice, and really felt the need to buy some new things. Since I was alone I just put on panties, stockings, garterbelt, camisole, and heels. I felt very comfortable with warm feelings all over. What I really wanted to do was dress up more and go shopping.
I haven't had to travel for business in about 6 months, so I haven't had an opportunity to get dressed and shop. My energy is all pent up and needs a release. The next trip I take I'll probably go on a huge shopping spree. I can imagine it now: I get to the hotel, take a nice hot bath, put on stockings or pantyhose, panties, bra, blouse, and heels. I drive out to the nearest mall and head to The Limited or Express and buy a new pair of jeans and a blouse. Then head over to Victoria's Secret for some new panties and one of those new IPEX bras that they have out now. Can't forget about shoes! Maybe a nice pair of Nine West's if they have them in my size, or Aldo's. Its always a lot more fun shopping in new places. We received the latest Land's End women's clothing catalog the other day which reinforced my longing for a new outfit. Land's End has some nice thing, especially their blouses, but their pants just aren't for me.
One thing I have been doing a lot lately is running. I've run more this month than in each of the previous months. I'm training for the Broad Street run on May 7th, a 10-mile race down Broad Street in Philadelphia. I've run it several times before. After each time I've always thought that if I trained more that I would do better. I'm trying, but its difficult. I was aiming to run every second day, but its been more like every 5th day. Not enough. Two weeks to go so I need to run at least 4 to 5 more times.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Easter Eggs!!
It's the time of year that reminds me of Easter Eggs. Not the hard-boiled painted kind, or the chocolate kind. The eggs that I'll tell you about today are the ones found in your computer programs, games, and DVDs. For the uninitiated, Easter Eggs are programs or other 'extras' that programmers add to their programs as a joke or treasure to be found.
Here are some good sites:
The Easter Egg Archive
Egg Heaven
EggsCentral
That's it for this week. I'm heading out to the Mid-West for Easter tomorrow and will return next week.
Here are some good sites:
The Easter Egg Archive
Egg Heaven
EggsCentral
That's it for this week. I'm heading out to the Mid-West for Easter tomorrow and will return next week.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Gadzooks!!!
"Gadzooks!!" is a word I've been hearing a lot of lately, espcially on the radio. Anyone else? I don't recall hearing it in a very long time. Wouldn't it be just neat-o if everyone who reads this post uses that word in their next bolg entry? Even better, link it back to here. (Ok, so its a shameless idea to promote traffic.) Anyway, I think its a neat-o word.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Public Service Announcement
As I do blog about crossdressing and I have a stat counter, I know that some that visit my blog are looking for information about crossdressing, not just pictures of crossdressers (none yet) or stories of a sexual nature (there are some here). Some are secretly crossdressing and don't understand their feelings. Some are ashamed, afraid, confused, alone, conflicted, and wondering if they are the only one who thinks/feels/does this thing. Some have been hiding this from their friends, families, spouses, or maybe have gotten caught by them. Some are wondering about their gender identity.
If that is you, then let me be the first to tell you that you are not alone. A few years ago I reached a point in my life where the secret was becoming unbearable. I had to talk to someone. Luckily, my health insurance's mental health plan has been very good. I was able to contact a mental health provider who was very supportive and gave me great peace of mind. Through the sessions I learned a great deal about myself and crossdressing. I strongly encourage reaching out and getting some help.
One of the things the counselor did was to give me information about a support group for crossdressers, transvestites, and transsexuals - Renaissance. Luckily, they have a very active chapter in the Philadelphia region (and a few others along the East Coast). I went to the meetings for about a year. It was a chance to meet many people like me and many people that were along other parts of the spectrum. The meetings provide education and have discussion groups. It is a place to socialize where everyone is accepting of everyone else, and a safe place to crossdress. They also have guest speakers, vendors, holiday parties, and other social activities. If you live near one of the chapters, I highly recommend that you give it a try. One does not have to attend the meetings crossdressed no more than they are comfortable doing. SO's and spouses are also welcome and do attend. There are usually a handful of newcomers at every meeting.
There are other support groups out there, just do a search on the Internet. Another one is Tri-Ess I've never been to one of their meetings, so I can't vouch for them. A few of the people I met at the Renaissance meetings were also part of Tri-Ess chapters and they were very nice as well. In any case, just be assured that you are not alone. There's more to crossdressing than Klinger from M*A*S*H and Monty Python, and its not really as bizarre as some of the stuff that is out there on the web.
If that is you, then let me be the first to tell you that you are not alone. A few years ago I reached a point in my life where the secret was becoming unbearable. I had to talk to someone. Luckily, my health insurance's mental health plan has been very good. I was able to contact a mental health provider who was very supportive and gave me great peace of mind. Through the sessions I learned a great deal about myself and crossdressing. I strongly encourage reaching out and getting some help.
One of the things the counselor did was to give me information about a support group for crossdressers, transvestites, and transsexuals - Renaissance. Luckily, they have a very active chapter in the Philadelphia region (and a few others along the East Coast). I went to the meetings for about a year. It was a chance to meet many people like me and many people that were along other parts of the spectrum. The meetings provide education and have discussion groups. It is a place to socialize where everyone is accepting of everyone else, and a safe place to crossdress. They also have guest speakers, vendors, holiday parties, and other social activities. If you live near one of the chapters, I highly recommend that you give it a try. One does not have to attend the meetings crossdressed no more than they are comfortable doing. SO's and spouses are also welcome and do attend. There are usually a handful of newcomers at every meeting.
There are other support groups out there, just do a search on the Internet. Another one is Tri-Ess I've never been to one of their meetings, so I can't vouch for them. A few of the people I met at the Renaissance meetings were also part of Tri-Ess chapters and they were very nice as well. In any case, just be assured that you are not alone. There's more to crossdressing than Klinger from M*A*S*H and Monty Python, and its not really as bizarre as some of the stuff that is out there on the web.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Edging
I was surfing through some of the sites listed on the right the other day as I usually do and I came across this blog Rolakiki Binge Masturbator. It is about Rolakiki's masturbation, specifically binge and endurance masturbation. He masturbates several times a day, and/or for several hours at a time. No quickies for him. He looks at porn and edges - works himself up just to the brink of an orgasm, stops, then does it again.
I can relate to that. When I was in my 20's and living alone, this was a frequent activity of mine. I lived in a very rural area with not much to do other than working, running, and spending time with friends. I had a lot of time and found that masturbation was a pleasurable way to pass the time when there was nothing more interesting to do, or just not interested in doing something else. I spent many an evening after work naked on the couch looking at porn magazines or videos and edging. The apartment complex I lived in had a pool. In the summer I'd go swimming or just layout and read, and then return later to my apartment to masturbate. Water always seemed to make me horny, and still does.
In my mid-20's was about the time that I really started becoming interested in crossdressing. I had a thing for looking women in hosiery and heels, either in pictures or people watching. The Victoria's Secret catalog was a nice treat to get in the mail. One time I was in the laundry room doing laundry when I noticed a woman folding her laundry. She threw out some pantyhose that didn't make it through the wash in to good of shape, and some panties. After she left, I couldn't resist the temptation to take them out of the trash and back with me. They were just laundered so I figured there's no harm in using them to masturbate with. The feelings later were electric. The thoughts of being naughty were as well. It wasn't soon after that that I started wearing them, then later buying new things. The girls that worked at the apartment complex's office would always ask me who the lucky girl was that I was ordering Victoria's Secret things for when I'd pick up the packages (no one at that time). If I had only discovered crossdressing years earlier when I first moved there... But I digress.
Back to masturbating. When I travel I masturbate a lot. Being alone in a hotel room in a strange city makes masturbation a diversion from loneliness and boredom. Sure, if I have time and energy I'll go out to dinner, look for the city's brewbups, or just drive around to take in the sites. It helps if I'm traveling with some cool people. More than not, I'm either traveling alone or with someone I'd rather not spend free time with. There are times when I just don't feel like going out. Being on a plane and in a rental car all day, a long day at work, or an unproductive day at work puts me in a funk. Being a very, very, very horny person does it to. I'll bring a couple of recent issues of Leg Show, some electronic files, as well as an outfit or two of my crossdressing clothes. I'll take a shower or bath when I get to the room. I love taking hot, soapy baths, and this is about the only opportunity I have to do so. Sometimes I'll plan ahead and get some bath salts or bubblebath and body lotion. The hot water and scents at the same time are relaxing and stimulating. I'll dress in my girl-clothes, order room service for dinner, and get down to the business at hand (or in hand as it is). Yes, I'll cover up when dinner arrives, although more than a few room service waitresses have seen my stockinged legs. After they leave its back to "me time". Like Rolakiki, I've spent hours edging. Its not really the release at the end that I'm after, it is the repetitive arousal and tension build-up. It is almost better than the eventual orgasm. That's an area that women have a clear advantage - multiple orgasms. But with just one orgasm, edging is the way to go.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Not much going on lately in my world of crossdressing. Work has been particularly busy in the last two weeks, and my weekends have been filled with home repairs. This past weekend I replaced the faucets in one bathroom and the laundry room, as well as going up in the attic to repair the vent. Something definitely go it as the vent louvers were bent and the screen on the inside was pushed all the way out. I'm not sure what it was. I've never seen squirrels climb aluminum siding (the only way to get into the vent), and I can't imagine a bird doing that either. What ever it was, it is stuck in a space that I can't get to without cutting open some drywall in the bedroom. I'm sure its dead by now as it has been a couple of weeks. No other signs of life up there thankfully.
I did get a chance to have some alone-time fun between repairs. After a nice hot shower and trimming & shaving the pubic hair, I dressed in a pair of tan stockings, garter belt, heels, camisole, and a string bikini for some relaxing time to myself. The sensation of the nylon against my legs and feet felt welcoming. Slipping my feet into the heels and walking around also felt good. I don't think too many women (other than the readers of this blog) realize, or maybe they take it for granted, how sensual the feeling of nylon covered feet in soft leather is, and the unique sensation of wearing heels on the legs and posture. Or even the click-click sound heels make when walking. I won't go into the details of my "me time" (unless readers need to know the details), however, I'll say that it was very satisfying!
I did get a chance to have some alone-time fun between repairs. After a nice hot shower and trimming & shaving the pubic hair, I dressed in a pair of tan stockings, garter belt, heels, camisole, and a string bikini for some relaxing time to myself. The sensation of the nylon against my legs and feet felt welcoming. Slipping my feet into the heels and walking around also felt good. I don't think too many women (other than the readers of this blog) realize, or maybe they take it for granted, how sensual the feeling of nylon covered feet in soft leather is, and the unique sensation of wearing heels on the legs and posture. Or even the click-click sound heels make when walking. I won't go into the details of my "me time" (unless readers need to know the details), however, I'll say that it was very satisfying!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Home Repairs
I haven't had much time in the last week for new posts. I'm in the middle of fixing a few things around the house. It seems that no matter how simple a repair initially appears, it always takes more time to complete. Those Do-It-Yourself shows make it look easy, and once everything is prepared, it is. Its the preparation that takes the longest time and the most effort.
The first one is adding some insulation to the attic. The access to my attic is a small 14" x 16" hole in the ceiling in a closet. I first needed to get some plywood cut into long planks to lay across the joists so I wouldn't fall through the ceiling. I thought this would be easy as I could have loess do the cutting for me. I bought the sheet of plywood and had them cut it into three 16" wide planks. Once home, I cleaned out the closet, got the ladder, and tried moving the planks into the attic. No dice. They fit into the hole, but roof and the angle I had to maneuver the planks didn't work together. So back to loess to have them cut them skinnier. Luckily, they weren't busy and they did it although they weren't supposed to. That was enough for that Saturday. No time on Sunday to do more.
Monday night I was sleeping in bed and I heard a scratch-scratch sound from the attic. She thought it was a branch scraping on the roof or some squirrels running around on it, so we went back to sleep. This happened again two more nights. The next morning I went out to look at the roof. No branches even close to it. I walked around to the side of the house to look at the attic vent and saw that one of the louvers is bent open. Argh! There must be squirrels in the attic. I wasn't able to fix the vent this past weekend due to other commitments, so it is on the list for this weekend. I just hope the squirrels haven't' trapped themselves somewhere that I can't get to them.
Last night I get home from work and wash my face to find that the bathroom faucet has developed a couple of pin-hole leaks in the spout. After dinner I drove up to loess to buy a new one. I start getting out my tools to replace it and find that I'm out of silicone sealant. Argh! I'll be going back to loess tonight.
On another topic, I've upgraded my eMac to OS 10.4.5 finally after running 10.2.4 for the last three years. It has really made a difference in performance and stability. I highly recommend an Apple if anyone is looking for a new computer.
The first one is adding some insulation to the attic. The access to my attic is a small 14" x 16" hole in the ceiling in a closet. I first needed to get some plywood cut into long planks to lay across the joists so I wouldn't fall through the ceiling. I thought this would be easy as I could have loess do the cutting for me. I bought the sheet of plywood and had them cut it into three 16" wide planks. Once home, I cleaned out the closet, got the ladder, and tried moving the planks into the attic. No dice. They fit into the hole, but roof and the angle I had to maneuver the planks didn't work together. So back to loess to have them cut them skinnier. Luckily, they weren't busy and they did it although they weren't supposed to. That was enough for that Saturday. No time on Sunday to do more.
Monday night I was sleeping in bed and I heard a scratch-scratch sound from the attic. She thought it was a branch scraping on the roof or some squirrels running around on it, so we went back to sleep. This happened again two more nights. The next morning I went out to look at the roof. No branches even close to it. I walked around to the side of the house to look at the attic vent and saw that one of the louvers is bent open. Argh! There must be squirrels in the attic. I wasn't able to fix the vent this past weekend due to other commitments, so it is on the list for this weekend. I just hope the squirrels haven't' trapped themselves somewhere that I can't get to them.
Last night I get home from work and wash my face to find that the bathroom faucet has developed a couple of pin-hole leaks in the spout. After dinner I drove up to loess to buy a new one. I start getting out my tools to replace it and find that I'm out of silicone sealant. Argh! I'll be going back to loess tonight.
On another topic, I've upgraded my eMac to OS 10.4.5 finally after running 10.2.4 for the last three years. It has really made a difference in performance and stability. I highly recommend an Apple if anyone is looking for a new computer.
Monday, March 13, 2006
1000 Hits!
I just noticed that my counter surpassed the 1,000 mark today. Thank You for making this possible!!
Being Submissive
Recently, I answered the question "Why do you blog?" at another blogger's site which got me thinking about my many reasons. Two of them are to talk about crossdressing and to explore my sexual interests (and the combination of the two). This is kind of a mind-trip so skip if not interested in the dark corners inside of my head. Just remember, "if we were not all crazy, we would all go insane".
A topic I recently wrote about was cuckolds. As a refresher per the dictionary, a cuckold is a man who's wife commits adultery. Nowadays from what I've seen, I think it is much more than that. The man knowingly allows his wife to fuck other men although it is not because he permits it (implying that he has the upper hand), it is because she has told him that he will allow it (implying that she has the upper hand). The cuckold will often be a servant to the wife and the other man. Activities could include: preparing her bath; preparing the room in which they will have sex; preparing and serving them a meal or refreshments before, during, and after sex; interact with them while they are having sex in a subservient manner; photographing them; cleaning her and/or him after sex (licking up his semen from her vagina, off of his cock, or other body parts).
Although I couldn't have this type of relationship with her (and she's not at all interested in it either), the scenario fascinates me in several ways. After thinking about it and finding some new blogs about submissive men, it is the submissive role that the cuckold lives that is the real object of my interest, not the adulterous relationship. A submissive man serves her. His purpose is to make her happy, not himself. She has dominance over him. His pleasure is 2nd to hers or not at all. He does all of the chores, obeys her requests, and services her sexually to insure her happiness. She punishes him and teases him to make sure he knows that she is in control. He is usually naked while waiting for her and serving her, although she may have him wear a collar & leash, genital restraint, or women's clothing. And usually this is just in private, not in public. She controls his orgasm and denies it to control and punish him.
By nature I have a submissive personality. I'm not a push-over, but not the A-type Alpha Male type either. Sexually, I've always had an interest in femdom and being of service to women. This is more of an intellectual interest, as I've only had a few real-life experiences with this. I'm one of those guys that's easily intimidated by an attractive woman. Get me near a woman who's oozing sexuality and confidence and I turn to pudding and at the same time I'm magnetically attracted to her. My idea of oozing sexuality has to do with my fetishes - stockings, pantyhose, fine lingerie, high heels, legs, and feet. Sure, an attractive naked woman piques my interest. If she's wearing stockings, a garter belt, and high heels, she has my complete attention. Combine that with a strong personality and I'm jello. I read Leg Show magazine every month. It has both the legs, feet, and hosiery interest and femdom angles to it.
Crossdressing (which is everyday to some degree) brings me pleasure in several ways. First and foremost the tactile sensations - the feel of the fabrics and the way they hold me. I love the feel of hosiery, the all-over encasement, how they feel rubbing against other clothing, how my feet feel in them in shoes. Pantyhose hold things in and support things. I think I look better in pants wearing pantyhose underneath than without them. Panties also feel good as each of the various fabrics and styles feel different than the next. Women's panties are also more colorful than men's. Women's pants are cut differently than men's and usually fit closer. I can get pants that have a lower rise, longer legs, and have some stretch to them. Blouses are probably my only complaint. Women's shoulders are narrower than men's so its tough to find a style I like in a size that fits. I do like the covered buttons, extended cuffs, and fitting that they have. I digress...
"So what does your crossdressing have to do with submissiveness?" you are probably wondering. That's the second part of how crossdressing brings me pleasure. I feel submissive when I buy and wear the clothes. Men shopping in women's stores for women's clothing, even for gifts or if they have to go with their gf/spouse, is stereotypically something that men hate to do and get embarrassed doing it. When a saleswoman sees a man buying women's things, they either typically think or say "Oh that's so nice that you're shopping for her!" in kind of a condescending way, or they act like we're invading their space ("This is 'our' store, not yours. You need help as men don't know what they are doing."). So it comes as kind of a shock to them when I ask to try on women's clothes. That reaction makes me feel submissive to them. Or even if they don't care. No matter how they might react or say, the fact that they are permitting me to do so makes me feel submissive to them. I am gratefull that they allow me to do something that men should not. They could easily say "No."
Wearing women's clothes also makes me feel submissive. Part of it is the sissy-boy idea: men who wear women's clothes are effeminate and less than a real man, less than women. I don't act with a feminine personality or voice, but the idea of being less is a submissive trait. By wearing the clothes and shaving the areas that women shave, I am demonstrating that I'm not the 'macho' man. Sure, women may not always be able to see the women's clothes I'm wearing or notice them if visible, but I know that I am and I will behave submissive to them.
It would be very interesting to actually live out the submissive lifestyle that I mentioned in the third paragraph for a long period of time as I've read about others that do. It will most likely remain a fantasy as I know she would not approve of it and our current living arrangements prohibit us from doing so for an extended amount of time.
A topic I recently wrote about was cuckolds. As a refresher per the dictionary, a cuckold is a man who's wife commits adultery. Nowadays from what I've seen, I think it is much more than that. The man knowingly allows his wife to fuck other men although it is not because he permits it (implying that he has the upper hand), it is because she has told him that he will allow it (implying that she has the upper hand). The cuckold will often be a servant to the wife and the other man. Activities could include: preparing her bath; preparing the room in which they will have sex; preparing and serving them a meal or refreshments before, during, and after sex; interact with them while they are having sex in a subservient manner; photographing them; cleaning her and/or him after sex (licking up his semen from her vagina, off of his cock, or other body parts).
Although I couldn't have this type of relationship with her (and she's not at all interested in it either), the scenario fascinates me in several ways. After thinking about it and finding some new blogs about submissive men, it is the submissive role that the cuckold lives that is the real object of my interest, not the adulterous relationship. A submissive man serves her. His purpose is to make her happy, not himself. She has dominance over him. His pleasure is 2nd to hers or not at all. He does all of the chores, obeys her requests, and services her sexually to insure her happiness. She punishes him and teases him to make sure he knows that she is in control. He is usually naked while waiting for her and serving her, although she may have him wear a collar & leash, genital restraint, or women's clothing. And usually this is just in private, not in public. She controls his orgasm and denies it to control and punish him.
By nature I have a submissive personality. I'm not a push-over, but not the A-type Alpha Male type either. Sexually, I've always had an interest in femdom and being of service to women. This is more of an intellectual interest, as I've only had a few real-life experiences with this. I'm one of those guys that's easily intimidated by an attractive woman. Get me near a woman who's oozing sexuality and confidence and I turn to pudding and at the same time I'm magnetically attracted to her. My idea of oozing sexuality has to do with my fetishes - stockings, pantyhose, fine lingerie, high heels, legs, and feet. Sure, an attractive naked woman piques my interest. If she's wearing stockings, a garter belt, and high heels, she has my complete attention. Combine that with a strong personality and I'm jello. I read Leg Show magazine every month. It has both the legs, feet, and hosiery interest and femdom angles to it.
Crossdressing (which is everyday to some degree) brings me pleasure in several ways. First and foremost the tactile sensations - the feel of the fabrics and the way they hold me. I love the feel of hosiery, the all-over encasement, how they feel rubbing against other clothing, how my feet feel in them in shoes. Pantyhose hold things in and support things. I think I look better in pants wearing pantyhose underneath than without them. Panties also feel good as each of the various fabrics and styles feel different than the next. Women's panties are also more colorful than men's. Women's pants are cut differently than men's and usually fit closer. I can get pants that have a lower rise, longer legs, and have some stretch to them. Blouses are probably my only complaint. Women's shoulders are narrower than men's so its tough to find a style I like in a size that fits. I do like the covered buttons, extended cuffs, and fitting that they have. I digress...
"So what does your crossdressing have to do with submissiveness?" you are probably wondering. That's the second part of how crossdressing brings me pleasure. I feel submissive when I buy and wear the clothes. Men shopping in women's stores for women's clothing, even for gifts or if they have to go with their gf/spouse, is stereotypically something that men hate to do and get embarrassed doing it. When a saleswoman sees a man buying women's things, they either typically think or say "Oh that's so nice that you're shopping for her!" in kind of a condescending way, or they act like we're invading their space ("This is 'our' store, not yours. You need help as men don't know what they are doing."). So it comes as kind of a shock to them when I ask to try on women's clothes. That reaction makes me feel submissive to them. Or even if they don't care. No matter how they might react or say, the fact that they are permitting me to do so makes me feel submissive to them. I am gratefull that they allow me to do something that men should not. They could easily say "No."
Wearing women's clothes also makes me feel submissive. Part of it is the sissy-boy idea: men who wear women's clothes are effeminate and less than a real man, less than women. I don't act with a feminine personality or voice, but the idea of being less is a submissive trait. By wearing the clothes and shaving the areas that women shave, I am demonstrating that I'm not the 'macho' man. Sure, women may not always be able to see the women's clothes I'm wearing or notice them if visible, but I know that I am and I will behave submissive to them.
It would be very interesting to actually live out the submissive lifestyle that I mentioned in the third paragraph for a long period of time as I've read about others that do. It will most likely remain a fantasy as I know she would not approve of it and our current living arrangements prohibit us from doing so for an extended amount of time.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Recent Keyword Analysis
How many of you use a counter in your blogs? I use one out of pure vanity - I just want to see how popular (or unpopular) I am. Previously, I had assumed that more people read my blog than actually posted comments to it (just one or two more). The counter keeps track of unique and returning visitors. It also keeps track of the keywords that people use in search engines that they then click on to visit my site. This is the information that I'm finding more interesting than the actual 'came from' stats. Here's a recent look at the keyword analysis statistics:
38.71% giada delaurentis
16.13% guy sheen
6.45% giada delaurentis photos
3.23% delaurentis giada and dino
3.23% sheen place
3.23% husbands, bras, panty wear
3.23% crossdressing pajamas
3.23% crossdressing first time bras panties
3.23% foot,s kiss
3.23% getting caught crossdressing
3.23% hobby crossdressing pantyhose wearing
3.23% rip her clothes
3.23% crossdresser pajamas
3.23% life of giada delaurentis
3.23% cuckold blog
In summary:
51.7% are looking for some information about Giada Delaurentis. I find this kind of strange in that I had assumed that when people search for information about her, they would naturally go to the same sites I went to, mainly cooking sites. I wonder what the reaction is of the searcher when they reach my site and find that it has more to do about crossdressing? I wonder if she has done a similar search and come here? What woudl she think? (I'm just a fan.)
19.4% are looking for information on crossdressing. That makes sense as this is the main topic of my blog. Although I would have thought this catagory would have more hits.
19.4% are, I'm assuming, looking for this specific site. Perhapse they have read my blog in the past and either forgot to bookmark it or didn't want to.
9.7% are miscelaneous topics that I've referenced in my blog at some point or another.
Is there a specific term you use to visit my site?
"There are lies, damn lies, and statistics!"
38.71% giada delaurentis
16.13% guy sheen
6.45% giada delaurentis photos
3.23% delaurentis giada and dino
3.23% sheen place
3.23% husbands, bras, panty wear
3.23% crossdressing pajamas
3.23% crossdressing first time bras panties
3.23% foot,s kiss
3.23% getting caught crossdressing
3.23% hobby crossdressing pantyhose wearing
3.23% rip her clothes
3.23% crossdresser pajamas
3.23% life of giada delaurentis
3.23% cuckold blog
In summary:
51.7% are looking for some information about Giada Delaurentis. I find this kind of strange in that I had assumed that when people search for information about her, they would naturally go to the same sites I went to, mainly cooking sites. I wonder what the reaction is of the searcher when they reach my site and find that it has more to do about crossdressing? I wonder if she has done a similar search and come here? What woudl she think? (I'm just a fan.)
19.4% are looking for information on crossdressing. That makes sense as this is the main topic of my blog. Although I would have thought this catagory would have more hits.
19.4% are, I'm assuming, looking for this specific site. Perhapse they have read my blog in the past and either forgot to bookmark it or didn't want to.
9.7% are miscelaneous topics that I've referenced in my blog at some point or another.
Is there a specific term you use to visit my site?
"There are lies, damn lies, and statistics!"
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Foot Fetish!
I was reading feetman78's blog entry from yesterday and his link to Jazz's blog entry about footjobs . I left a comment in her post and I thought it would make a decent entry in my blog. I added more here.
Count me among the foot fetishists! I like the look of women's feet, the curves, the toes, the ankles, the soles, the nails, the soft skin. I like to give foot massages. Some women really like a foot massage and find it a turn-on. I like the way women's feet look in heels - pumps, sandals, open-toe, heeled thongs - anything other than mules. A nice pedicure is very attractive, and I especially like the French style or just clear polish. Pretty feet in pretty shoes. Yum! I like to see both bare legs & feet and hosiery. Sheer hose over pretty feet is a temptation, a tease. The best of both worlds. I'm not into the dirty feet or overly-smelly feet aspects.
The next aspect is the subject of the footjob, or footsex as others may say. Basically, it is a handjob given with the feet. Sure, one cannot encircle and grab a penis with one foot the way a hand can. And maybe the very flexible can give a blowjob and footjob simultaneously. There are other positions & styles that the feet can do that hands cannot. Hands are good for a massage that needs dexterous fingers. Feet are good for covering larger areas with more strength as needed.
Our more likely place to have a footjob is when were on the couch. As I'm sitting, she will lay down with her feet in my lap. I'll give her a nice foot and leg massage, and she'll use her feet to rub my cock. If the clothes are on at the start, they soon come off. After a while, I'll usually lay down facing her. This gives her much better access, and I can massage or caress one of her feet or legs while she uses the other on me. She does various things with her feet: one foot under my cock, the other on top of it massaging my cock with the sole; both feet on top massaging my cock with her toes; one foot on my cock, the other foot's toes massaging my balls or the area just under them. She can also use both her feet and hands together for a combined hand/foot job.
In the bedroom, another position is her either lying on her stomach or on all fours: she puts her feet together to create a gap between them that I can insert my cock. She can either move her feet, I can move my hips, or both. If she's on all fours, this is a good transition to doggie-style sex and I can massage her wonderful ass. She can put her feet in the same position if she is on her back and I'm either kneeling in front of her or standing at the edge of the bed. In this position, I can massage her legs & pussy and kiss her feet, and she can put a leg on my shoulder or a foot on my chest. This then can lead to sex in that position.
Shopping for women's shoes and wearing them are other parts of crossdressing that I enjoy. Another way to internalize and 'grab hold of' my fetish for women's feet.
Updated on 3/3 to add: I forgot to mention the added sensations of hosiery. Hosiery-clad feet & legs are wonderful things! I enjoy the silkyness when giving a foot massage, as well as the sensations when they are used on me. Its a lot of fun for us both for her to start out in hosiery and then take them off as things progress!
Hosiery adds to the allure. When I see a woman wearing fine hosiery and heels, I start to wonder many things. Is she wearing stockings, thigh-hi's, or pantyhose? Does she enjoy wearing them? Do they feel good to her? What kind are they? Grocery store brand, better department store brand, fine luxury brand? How well do they go with her outfit? What do her feet look like in them? What would her feet feel like if I were massaging them or if she were using them on me? (I think I'm starting to sound a bit obsessive now - I'd better stop!)
Count me among the foot fetishists! I like the look of women's feet, the curves, the toes, the ankles, the soles, the nails, the soft skin. I like to give foot massages. Some women really like a foot massage and find it a turn-on. I like the way women's feet look in heels - pumps, sandals, open-toe, heeled thongs - anything other than mules. A nice pedicure is very attractive, and I especially like the French style or just clear polish. Pretty feet in pretty shoes. Yum! I like to see both bare legs & feet and hosiery. Sheer hose over pretty feet is a temptation, a tease. The best of both worlds. I'm not into the dirty feet or overly-smelly feet aspects.
The next aspect is the subject of the footjob, or footsex as others may say. Basically, it is a handjob given with the feet. Sure, one cannot encircle and grab a penis with one foot the way a hand can. And maybe the very flexible can give a blowjob and footjob simultaneously. There are other positions & styles that the feet can do that hands cannot. Hands are good for a massage that needs dexterous fingers. Feet are good for covering larger areas with more strength as needed.
Our more likely place to have a footjob is when were on the couch. As I'm sitting, she will lay down with her feet in my lap. I'll give her a nice foot and leg massage, and she'll use her feet to rub my cock. If the clothes are on at the start, they soon come off. After a while, I'll usually lay down facing her. This gives her much better access, and I can massage or caress one of her feet or legs while she uses the other on me. She does various things with her feet: one foot under my cock, the other on top of it massaging my cock with the sole; both feet on top massaging my cock with her toes; one foot on my cock, the other foot's toes massaging my balls or the area just under them. She can also use both her feet and hands together for a combined hand/foot job.
In the bedroom, another position is her either lying on her stomach or on all fours: she puts her feet together to create a gap between them that I can insert my cock. She can either move her feet, I can move my hips, or both. If she's on all fours, this is a good transition to doggie-style sex and I can massage her wonderful ass. She can put her feet in the same position if she is on her back and I'm either kneeling in front of her or standing at the edge of the bed. In this position, I can massage her legs & pussy and kiss her feet, and she can put a leg on my shoulder or a foot on my chest. This then can lead to sex in that position.
Shopping for women's shoes and wearing them are other parts of crossdressing that I enjoy. Another way to internalize and 'grab hold of' my fetish for women's feet.
Updated on 3/3 to add: I forgot to mention the added sensations of hosiery. Hosiery-clad feet & legs are wonderful things! I enjoy the silkyness when giving a foot massage, as well as the sensations when they are used on me. Its a lot of fun for us both for her to start out in hosiery and then take them off as things progress!
Hosiery adds to the allure. When I see a woman wearing fine hosiery and heels, I start to wonder many things. Is she wearing stockings, thigh-hi's, or pantyhose? Does she enjoy wearing them? Do they feel good to her? What kind are they? Grocery store brand, better department store brand, fine luxury brand? How well do they go with her outfit? What do her feet look like in them? What would her feet feel like if I were massaging them or if she were using them on me? (I think I'm starting to sound a bit obsessive now - I'd better stop!)
Monday, February 27, 2006
Mistakes
Did you ever do something stupid and you still feel guilty about it? If you are like me, than this has happened more than once. Here's one instance: Back when I was in college, there was one year that I had two roommates and we lived at the top of the building at the end of the hall. One of them was the dumb jock, and the other was a French foreign exchange student. I rarely had the room to myself (and to have "me time", if you know what I mean, wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Either the jock was sitting around watching TV, or Frenchie had his French pals over to drink at all hours of the day or night.
One benefit of living in that room was that we had a great view of campus, and, in the late spring, of the girls that used to lay out to tan in the courtyard or on top of the parking garage across the street. One week, the jock borrowed a telescope from a friend of his and spent a lot of time looking at the girls. This particular day, the jock was gone for the day, and Frenchie was quietly studying, so I was able study in the room as well. Around noon, Frenchie got up and left. I didn't see him leave the room, and I figured he either went to lunch or to class. "Now's my chance to be a perv and look at the girls," I thought. So I locked the door, stripped down, and started looking and stroking. After about 20 minutes, I heard the door handle squeak, and then a knock at the door since it was locked. "Crap! Someone's spotted me!" I thought. I rushed to get dressed and put everything back in place.
Then I heard Frenchie's voice. "Hello! Hello!" he called from outside the door. I figured that if he didn't have his key and didn't hear me, he might think I had left the room while he was out. I stayed quiet a few minutes. He finally stopped knocking and left. I got back to business. About 5 minutes later, he was back knocking on the door, now with one of his pals. Crap, this bugger won’t go away. They went away after a minute. I put everything back into place and went back over to my desk to study. About 5 minutes later I heard keys jingling outside the door and in Frenchie walked wearing nothing but a towel and flip-flops! I then realized that he had gone to take a shower, not taking his keys because I was there. He had to go down to the dorms lobby to get a spare key! He was talking to his friend in French while I just ignored them studying. He then asked where I went and if I heard them knocking. I gave them the reaction like I didn’t know what they were talking about – that I had left and come back and didn’t hear any knockings. He said that his friend waited outside the door while he went for the key. I just feigned ignorance, packed up my books, and left for class.
I was so freaking embarrassed! That was about the lamest, most shallow thing I’d ever done, all just so I could get some cheap thrills and an orgasm (which I never got). I wasn’t sure what to do when I returned from class later that day. I figured we were roommates, not best friends. Maybe he would think I was playing a stupid American practical joke. Anyway, we never did speak about it after that, and we didn’t do much together either. We weren’t cold or unfriendly, just not buds. The last thing I remember about him was the day that he left. Finals were the day before, and I had been out drinking pretty late. I remember him getting up and finishing packing while I was hardly conscious in bed. He said “Good bye!” and then left.
To this day, I still feel like a knucklehead (or chucklehead) about the whole thing. I probably made a very poor impression on him not only about myself, but Americans in general. If that episode hadn’t happened, we might have been better friends. Who knows? We could still be friends to this day and I might have someone to see if I ever go to France, or vice versa (selfish reason). In any case, I was not the person that I should have been. I let myself down. That is the worst part about it.
OK, so now is your turn to tell me that.
One benefit of living in that room was that we had a great view of campus, and, in the late spring, of the girls that used to lay out to tan in the courtyard or on top of the parking garage across the street. One week, the jock borrowed a telescope from a friend of his and spent a lot of time looking at the girls. This particular day, the jock was gone for the day, and Frenchie was quietly studying, so I was able study in the room as well. Around noon, Frenchie got up and left. I didn't see him leave the room, and I figured he either went to lunch or to class. "Now's my chance to be a perv and look at the girls," I thought. So I locked the door, stripped down, and started looking and stroking. After about 20 minutes, I heard the door handle squeak, and then a knock at the door since it was locked. "Crap! Someone's spotted me!" I thought. I rushed to get dressed and put everything back in place.
Then I heard Frenchie's voice. "Hello! Hello!" he called from outside the door. I figured that if he didn't have his key and didn't hear me, he might think I had left the room while he was out. I stayed quiet a few minutes. He finally stopped knocking and left. I got back to business. About 5 minutes later, he was back knocking on the door, now with one of his pals. Crap, this bugger won’t go away. They went away after a minute. I put everything back into place and went back over to my desk to study. About 5 minutes later I heard keys jingling outside the door and in Frenchie walked wearing nothing but a towel and flip-flops! I then realized that he had gone to take a shower, not taking his keys because I was there. He had to go down to the dorms lobby to get a spare key! He was talking to his friend in French while I just ignored them studying. He then asked where I went and if I heard them knocking. I gave them the reaction like I didn’t know what they were talking about – that I had left and come back and didn’t hear any knockings. He said that his friend waited outside the door while he went for the key. I just feigned ignorance, packed up my books, and left for class.
I was so freaking embarrassed! That was about the lamest, most shallow thing I’d ever done, all just so I could get some cheap thrills and an orgasm (which I never got). I wasn’t sure what to do when I returned from class later that day. I figured we were roommates, not best friends. Maybe he would think I was playing a stupid American practical joke. Anyway, we never did speak about it after that, and we didn’t do much together either. We weren’t cold or unfriendly, just not buds. The last thing I remember about him was the day that he left. Finals were the day before, and I had been out drinking pretty late. I remember him getting up and finishing packing while I was hardly conscious in bed. He said “Good bye!” and then left.
To this day, I still feel like a knucklehead (or chucklehead) about the whole thing. I probably made a very poor impression on him not only about myself, but Americans in general. If that episode hadn’t happened, we might have been better friends. Who knows? We could still be friends to this day and I might have someone to see if I ever go to France, or vice versa (selfish reason). In any case, I was not the person that I should have been. I let myself down. That is the worst part about it.
OK, so now is your turn to tell me that.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
My Cold
Just like many of you out there, I've a cold. It started out as a scratchy throat on Sunday. I thought I was getting better, especially after running 5 miles after work last night. Today is a different story. Not much sleep in the last three nights due to my sinuses draining, and that even more so all day today. Argh! Green tea and Kleenex have been my companions today. And my voice sounds like I'm going through puberty again.
Question for the masses: Does having sex or masturbating while you are sick seem to just suck the life out of you? It seems like it has that effect on me.
Question for the masses: Does having sex or masturbating while you are sick seem to just suck the life out of you? It seems like it has that effect on me.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Running!
On Saturday I ran in my first race of the year. It was a 5-mile race and I did pretty well, just over 41 minutes. The temperature was in the mid-30's and I felt good while running. My time was pretty good for me based on past races, but not a personal best. I'm nowhere near fast enough to finish in the Top 3 overall or even in my 35-39 age group. I'm a middle-packer.
After the race I wondered how the results of this race compared to the results of all of the races I've run - 5K's, 10K's, 5-miles, and 10-miles. After compiling all the results, my fastest times are, as expected, in the 5K's, running at an average pace of just under 8 minutes per mile. The 10-miler's are next at around 8-1/4 minutes per mile. Surprising to me is that the 5-miler's are the slowest at about 8-1/2 minutes per mile. I think this may be due to the fact that I've run the 5-milers in the winter when I run mostly on the treadmill. The 10-milers are run in the early spring after training mostly outside.
To improve, I need to run more often at any distance. Currently, I've only had the time to run outside on either Saturday or Sunday on the weekends, and inside on the treadmill mostly just once a week during the week, at distances of 4-6 miles per run. Now that the days are getting longer, I'm going to try to run shorter distances (~3 miles) outside at least two additional days per week. Hopefully, this will improve my endurance in the 10-mile race in the spring.
Is there a tie-in to crossdressing? No, not specifically for me. In the Philly Marathon last year I did see a man run in what looked like a crocheted red dress, red spray-painted running shoes, and a big fuzzy red wig. I do like the running skirts that I've seen a few women wear at races. Very feminine and attractive! I do need to get new running shoes, though, and running in pink shoes just doesn't do it for me.
After the race I wondered how the results of this race compared to the results of all of the races I've run - 5K's, 10K's, 5-miles, and 10-miles. After compiling all the results, my fastest times are, as expected, in the 5K's, running at an average pace of just under 8 minutes per mile. The 10-miler's are next at around 8-1/4 minutes per mile. Surprising to me is that the 5-miler's are the slowest at about 8-1/2 minutes per mile. I think this may be due to the fact that I've run the 5-milers in the winter when I run mostly on the treadmill. The 10-milers are run in the early spring after training mostly outside.
To improve, I need to run more often at any distance. Currently, I've only had the time to run outside on either Saturday or Sunday on the weekends, and inside on the treadmill mostly just once a week during the week, at distances of 4-6 miles per run. Now that the days are getting longer, I'm going to try to run shorter distances (~3 miles) outside at least two additional days per week. Hopefully, this will improve my endurance in the 10-mile race in the spring.
Is there a tie-in to crossdressing? No, not specifically for me. In the Philly Marathon last year I did see a man run in what looked like a crocheted red dress, red spray-painted running shoes, and a big fuzzy red wig. I do like the running skirts that I've seen a few women wear at races. Very feminine and attractive! I do need to get new running shoes, though, and running in pink shoes just doesn't do it for me.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Icon
In my quest to find an icon, I'm going to choose one (for now) that pays homage to the person who inspired my name:
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
"Chocolate"
There, that's one simple word, three syllables. It conjures up warm and comfortable thoughts in my head and body. They say that chocolate is a comfort food for women. What about us guys? (Or maybe its the crossdresser in me that makes it my comfort food?) Anyway, I *love* chocolate. NOT milk chocolate. It has to be dark, bittersweet, velvety, and melt-in-your-mouth. Great chocolate is almost as great as great sex. Sex and chocolate - now there's a combination. I wonder if anyone makes a good dark chocolate body paint....
[Ok, now I'm imagining that episode of Seinfeld when George is combining pastrami and sex. He's in bed with a woman in the middle of things when he pokes his head out of the covers to reach for the pastrami sandwich and takes a bite. Argh! That just ruined my vision.]
Chocolate and beer - another great combination. Not just any beer. It has to be a porter, dark and velvety just like the chocolate.
My favorite chocolate is Trader Joe's Pound Plus 70% Dark Chocolate bar. I've tried a lot of different US and European brands and for me, TJ's combines high quality with low price. Lindt, Ghirardelli, Scharffen Berger are exceptional chocolatiers. Hershey's Special Dark will do if there's only that and milk chocolate to choose from. Snow Caps are always a treat when I go to the movies. And espresso beans covered in dark chocolate are a tasty combination.
Enough writting, now to eat some!!
[Ok, now I'm imagining that episode of Seinfeld when George is combining pastrami and sex. He's in bed with a woman in the middle of things when he pokes his head out of the covers to reach for the pastrami sandwich and takes a bite. Argh! That just ruined my vision.]
Chocolate and beer - another great combination. Not just any beer. It has to be a porter, dark and velvety just like the chocolate.
My favorite chocolate is Trader Joe's Pound Plus 70% Dark Chocolate bar. I've tried a lot of different US and European brands and for me, TJ's combines high quality with low price. Lindt, Ghirardelli, Scharffen Berger are exceptional chocolatiers. Hershey's Special Dark will do if there's only that and milk chocolate to choose from. Snow Caps are always a treat when I go to the movies. And espresso beans covered in dark chocolate are a tasty combination.
Enough writting, now to eat some!!
Monday, February 13, 2006
The Weekend in Review
The weekend went pretty well, a compromise between what I wanted and what I thought she would want.
We left a bit late for the city as I was held up from leaving work as early as I planned and had to get gas and cash, and also some flowers for her. She also worked on Friday. We both returned home about the same time and still had to pack our things. We hurried and left, reaching the hotel with about 20 minutes to spare before our 7:45PM dinner reservations. So only a bit of heavy kissing and fondling before walking to the restaurant. Dinner was fun! The food was great as expected and it was fun to have friends along. Thankfully, they needed to get home afterwards. As she and I walked back, she wanted to go somewhere for a drink. I was able to persuade her that we should go to one of the hotel's bars so we wouldn't have to go back out into the cold. It seemed like forever for her to drink one glass of wine while we watched the Olympic's Opening Ceremonies.
We finally ended went back to the room. She changed into very nice satin pajamas. I said that I brought some things for the bath. At first she didn't want to, but after I picked her up and carried her to the bath, she agreed. We took a nice bath together using one of those fizzy bath bombs. Back to the bed and I gave her a nice massage with the cocoa body butter followed by an extremely satisfying fuck for both of us. Morning came with another great fuck before we got out of bed. Side note: I love to have sex first thing in the morning in bed, but nothing is worse than morning breath and having to get out of bed to brush our teeth first. I'd rather stay in bed. Anyway, we showered, got some Starbucks, then headed home for the party. I wanted to stay later, but they moved the party up to 10AM because of the impending snow storm. Argh!
All in all, we had a great weekend. Another side note: I tried Trojan's spiral tipped condoms as they were given a good review. I can't say that I felt anything remarkably different than other condoms I've used, but they did their job.
We left a bit late for the city as I was held up from leaving work as early as I planned and had to get gas and cash, and also some flowers for her. She also worked on Friday. We both returned home about the same time and still had to pack our things. We hurried and left, reaching the hotel with about 20 minutes to spare before our 7:45PM dinner reservations. So only a bit of heavy kissing and fondling before walking to the restaurant. Dinner was fun! The food was great as expected and it was fun to have friends along. Thankfully, they needed to get home afterwards. As she and I walked back, she wanted to go somewhere for a drink. I was able to persuade her that we should go to one of the hotel's bars so we wouldn't have to go back out into the cold. It seemed like forever for her to drink one glass of wine while we watched the Olympic's Opening Ceremonies.
We finally ended went back to the room. She changed into very nice satin pajamas. I said that I brought some things for the bath. At first she didn't want to, but after I picked her up and carried her to the bath, she agreed. We took a nice bath together using one of those fizzy bath bombs. Back to the bed and I gave her a nice massage with the cocoa body butter followed by an extremely satisfying fuck for both of us. Morning came with another great fuck before we got out of bed. Side note: I love to have sex first thing in the morning in bed, but nothing is worse than morning breath and having to get out of bed to brush our teeth first. I'd rather stay in bed. Anyway, we showered, got some Starbucks, then headed home for the party. I wanted to stay later, but they moved the party up to 10AM because of the impending snow storm. Argh!
All in all, we had a great weekend. Another side note: I tried Trojan's spiral tipped condoms as they were given a good review. I can't say that I felt anything remarkably different than other condoms I've used, but they did their job.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
This Weekend
It seems like no matter how much I try to plan "the perfect weekend" for her and I to spend away together, something always gets in the way. Like this weekend. I used my hotel points to get a free night at a great hotel in center city. We made dinner reservations at a restaurant that we both really enjoy. But.... she invited another couple to dinner .... and ... she accepted a party invitation for Saturday at noon.
So, this is what's going to happen: we'll get to the hotel at a decent time and she'll want to immediately go out for a drink. Me, I would rather rip her clothes off and give her a good tumble in the bed. "Later" she'll say. We'll go to a bar for a drink before our reservations. The other couple will meet us for dinner, we'll eat a great meal ... and then she'll say "Let's all go to another place for drinks." And I'll be thinking "I'm a horny as horny can be, why can't they go home? They live an hour away. Go home!" We'll go to another place for drinks. They will finally leave and we'll go back to the hotel probably around midnight. I would like us to take a nice long bath together, followed by me giving her a massage with some cocoa lotion, then a hot, long fuck. She'll probably say she's getting tired and we need to get up in the morning, so it will be the usual fuck without the bath. (Ok, I'm a clean freak. I'm horniest when freshly bathed.)
In the morning, I'd like us to do the same - a hot shower together followed by more naked fun. She will probably want to shower, us go somewhere for breakfast, then check out.
So, this is what's going to happen: we'll get to the hotel at a decent time and she'll want to immediately go out for a drink. Me, I would rather rip her clothes off and give her a good tumble in the bed. "Later" she'll say. We'll go to a bar for a drink before our reservations. The other couple will meet us for dinner, we'll eat a great meal ... and then she'll say "Let's all go to another place for drinks." And I'll be thinking "I'm a horny as horny can be, why can't they go home? They live an hour away. Go home!" We'll go to another place for drinks. They will finally leave and we'll go back to the hotel probably around midnight. I would like us to take a nice long bath together, followed by me giving her a massage with some cocoa lotion, then a hot, long fuck. She'll probably say she's getting tired and we need to get up in the morning, so it will be the usual fuck without the bath. (Ok, I'm a clean freak. I'm horniest when freshly bathed.)
In the morning, I'd like us to do the same - a hot shower together followed by more naked fun. She will probably want to shower, us go somewhere for breakfast, then check out.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Recent Purchases
Friday I had a chance to go shopping for a short time. A local department store is going out of business (it was bought by another) and they are having some really good sales. I looked through the bras and panties to find a nice set or two, but no luck in my size. I just bought a couple of pairs of Hanes Silk Reflections Silky Sheer stockings, one in Jet black another in Travel Buff. I need to go back and stock up on pantyhose and panties. The Hue brand of pantyhose is my favorite for a department store brand. They are well made and feel very sensual. For bras & panties, I like Barely There which are also well made and look great. Jockey's are fine as well. I could also go for a new waist cincher. Victoria's Secret is, well, I could go on and on about how I love their stuff!
Garter belts are few and far between at stores any more. Usually they are the frilly 'eye candy' types that look good with a bra & panty set for the bed room, but are not built to wear all day under clothes comfortably. There are several internet stores that sell better garter belts for everyday wear. I think more women would wear stockings & garters if they sold more of them at department stores. Victoria's Secret could make them sexy and stylish again if they spent some time on them instead of the frilly ones.
Even the selection of stockings is thin at department stores. Hanes has one style and they are the only one's I've found. I haven't been able to find silk, 100% nylon, or rht's in the various heel styles at department stores. VS carried silk stockings a few years ago. I bought a pair on sale and I am so glad I did! If you've never worn real silk stockings, I recommend that you do sometime. The tactile feeling can't be imitated.
Garter belts are few and far between at stores any more. Usually they are the frilly 'eye candy' types that look good with a bra & panty set for the bed room, but are not built to wear all day under clothes comfortably. There are several internet stores that sell better garter belts for everyday wear. I think more women would wear stockings & garters if they sold more of them at department stores. Victoria's Secret could make them sexy and stylish again if they spent some time on them instead of the frilly ones.
Even the selection of stockings is thin at department stores. Hanes has one style and they are the only one's I've found. I haven't been able to find silk, 100% nylon, or rht's in the various heel styles at department stores. VS carried silk stockings a few years ago. I bought a pair on sale and I am so glad I did! If you've never worn real silk stockings, I recommend that you do sometime. The tactile feeling can't be imitated.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
I Need an Icon
And I want your help! Most bloggers have an icon in their profiles. I'd like to have one and I need either some suggested icons or some ideas for one. So, if you have a recommendation, either post it in the comments section or e-mail it to me. I know there are a lot of very creative people out there.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
My Love/Hate Relationship with Traveling
Do you do much traveling for either business or pleasure? Almost all of my traveling is for business. Last year I spent 16 days on the road, 8 in 2004, 4 in 2003, 37 in 2002, and 139 in 2001, so it comes and goes. Most of my traveling has been in the US. This year will probably exceed last year. I have a love/hate relationship with traveling.
Loves:
1. I like to go to new places, see new things, experience life in other cultures. I've been to places I would not have ever thought about going otherwise or taken the time to do so.
2. Beer hunting - finding new brewpubs and tasting regional beers.
3. I like traveling by plane. Sure, there are inconveniences (e.g., long lines at the airport, delayed flights, bothersome passengers), but its a pretty cool way to travel.
4. Eating regional cuisine in its indigenous location. I mean, I could order some bar-b-q sauce from places in Texas and cook with it at home (e.g., Rudy's and Stub's), but there's nothing like eating it at the restaurant itself along with a regional microbrew.
5. Its an opportunity to crossdress more so than at home. I bring some clothes with me and also go shopping while I'm there for new women's clothes. After work, I can go out complelety dressed in women's clothes and not have to worry about running into someone I know. I can be a little more daring in showing off my clothes - dangling a shoe shows off my stockinged foot, wearing clothes that are much more feminine in the details.
6. I can masturbate freely without being interrupted for as long as I want! And believe me, I can edge for hours. Sure, it sounds like a complete waste of time, but its one way to relieve all the pent up stress. More times than I can remember I've checked into the hotel, showered, put on some nice lingerie, got out a few issues of Leg Show that I brought along, connected to the web to surf for porn, and stroked for 3-6 hours. I'd take breaks for ordering room service and bio breaks. I'd be pretty much exhausted by the end.
7. Filling up my passport with stamps.
Hates:
1. I don't sleep very well in hotels - the beds aren't comfy, the temperature controls aren't great, noisy people in the hall.
2. I hate eating by myself in restaurants and room service usually isn't that good. If I can I'll eat at the bar of a restaurant and talk to the bartender.
3. Experiencing all of these new places and not having anyone to share them with while doing so. Sure, I could take pictures and buy postcards to tell the folks at home all about it. Its a lot more fun traveling with others and being able to talk to someone who's shared the experience.
4. Jet lag on the longer trips.
Loves:
1. I like to go to new places, see new things, experience life in other cultures. I've been to places I would not have ever thought about going otherwise or taken the time to do so.
2. Beer hunting - finding new brewpubs and tasting regional beers.
3. I like traveling by plane. Sure, there are inconveniences (e.g., long lines at the airport, delayed flights, bothersome passengers), but its a pretty cool way to travel.
4. Eating regional cuisine in its indigenous location. I mean, I could order some bar-b-q sauce from places in Texas and cook with it at home (e.g., Rudy's and Stub's), but there's nothing like eating it at the restaurant itself along with a regional microbrew.
5. Its an opportunity to crossdress more so than at home. I bring some clothes with me and also go shopping while I'm there for new women's clothes. After work, I can go out complelety dressed in women's clothes and not have to worry about running into someone I know. I can be a little more daring in showing off my clothes - dangling a shoe shows off my stockinged foot, wearing clothes that are much more feminine in the details.
6. I can masturbate freely without being interrupted for as long as I want! And believe me, I can edge for hours. Sure, it sounds like a complete waste of time, but its one way to relieve all the pent up stress. More times than I can remember I've checked into the hotel, showered, put on some nice lingerie, got out a few issues of Leg Show that I brought along, connected to the web to surf for porn, and stroked for 3-6 hours. I'd take breaks for ordering room service and bio breaks. I'd be pretty much exhausted by the end.
7. Filling up my passport with stamps.
Hates:
1. I don't sleep very well in hotels - the beds aren't comfy, the temperature controls aren't great, noisy people in the hall.
2. I hate eating by myself in restaurants and room service usually isn't that good. If I can I'll eat at the bar of a restaurant and talk to the bartender.
3. Experiencing all of these new places and not having anyone to share them with while doing so. Sure, I could take pictures and buy postcards to tell the folks at home all about it. Its a lot more fun traveling with others and being able to talk to someone who's shared the experience.
4. Jet lag on the longer trips.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Pedometers
Does anyone use a pedometer regularly? Its a small gadget that is worn on the waist that counts the number of steps taken as a way to measure physical activity. They say that one should take at least 10,000 steps per day to stay in shape. I've been wearing one for about the last nine months and I keep a daily log of the results. Sure, sounds kind of boring and geeky to keep track of the number of steps I take everyday, one could even say its a bit obsessive. I've found, however, that its a good gauge of how I physically feel. On days that I've hit 10,000 and beyond, I feel good - more energetic, more upbeat, I sleep better. On lesser days, quite the opposite - sluggish, dull, on edge. Since I've started my new job in December, my daily steps has gone down significantly and I can really tell the difference. Argh! I run about twice a week. That adds to that day's total and brings it well over 10K. Weekly totals are down, however. I know what I need to do - walk more every day. I just need to go out there and do it!
Friday, January 27, 2006
Condoms?
Anyone regularly use condoms? I do. It is our preferred method of birth control. Just the thought of someone snipping my pipes is enough to make me nauseous. And neither of us wants her on the pill. Sure, millions take it, but why take a drug if it is not needed. That's all I want to say about that - I have no interest in starting a debate about birth control methods.
What I do want to talk about is the variety of condoms available out there. All puns certainly intended. I raise the subject because we need more and, instead of going down to the local drugstore and picking from their limited variety, I did a search on the Web. I found a multitude of them. For all the bumps, ridges, over-sized ends, twisted ends, thin walls, thick walls, and lubricants, has anyone noticed any difference in the sensations they do or do not generate?
I've used smooth, ribbed, and studded. I'm not sure I've noticed any difference, and neither has she. The problem, as I see it, is that it is very difficult to measure the sensations. I mean, I'm not sure I'd be able to start having sex with one style, stop before climax, change to another, go at it a few more minutes, stop, change, repeat, all the while thinking about if this one is better than the last. That's a hard thing to do. My stamina isn't all that staminous, so to speak. "Stop moaning, I'm trying to concentrate!" And trying to remember differences between them on separate days would be tough to.
I suppose we could slip the various types on a dildo and have her try them out, if she were willing to do so. That brings on another set of variables - can she feel the first one more because she's just starting and not too wet, or does the second or third one feel better because she's getting closer to climax? There are too many other variables involved in what makes sex great. Over analyzing again, argh!
So, what have been your experiences?
What I do want to talk about is the variety of condoms available out there. All puns certainly intended. I raise the subject because we need more and, instead of going down to the local drugstore and picking from their limited variety, I did a search on the Web. I found a multitude of them. For all the bumps, ridges, over-sized ends, twisted ends, thin walls, thick walls, and lubricants, has anyone noticed any difference in the sensations they do or do not generate?
I've used smooth, ribbed, and studded. I'm not sure I've noticed any difference, and neither has she. The problem, as I see it, is that it is very difficult to measure the sensations. I mean, I'm not sure I'd be able to start having sex with one style, stop before climax, change to another, go at it a few more minutes, stop, change, repeat, all the while thinking about if this one is better than the last. That's a hard thing to do. My stamina isn't all that staminous, so to speak. "Stop moaning, I'm trying to concentrate!" And trying to remember differences between them on separate days would be tough to.
I suppose we could slip the various types on a dildo and have her try them out, if she were willing to do so. That brings on another set of variables - can she feel the first one more because she's just starting and not too wet, or does the second or third one feel better because she's getting closer to climax? There are too many other variables involved in what makes sex great. Over analyzing again, argh!
So, what have been your experiences?
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Alphabet About Me
Saw this on another blog and changed a few that didn't apply:
[A is for age:] 39
[B is for booze of choice] Beer, preferably a microbrew.
[C is for career] Chemical Engineer
[D is for the drug you take:] Proventil
[E is for essential items you use everyday:] Car, computer, lots of things at home.
[F is for favorite song at the moment:] Joy Division's "Atmosphere"
[G is for favorite game:] Otto Matic
[H is for hometown:] Canton, OH
[I is for instruments you play:] Currenlty none. I had piano lessons as a child.
[J is for jam or jelly you like] Grape
[K is for kinks?:] Crossdressing.
[L is for last kiss?:] This morning before work.
[M is for most admired trait:] Self discipline.
[N is for name of your crush:] Other than my SO, it would be Giada.
[O is for overnight hospital stays:] Haven't stayed overnight there since I was a child.
[P is for phobias:] Needles. Ouch!
[Q is for quotes you like:] "If I am not for myself, who is for me? But if I am for myself alone, who am I?" Hillel
[R is for biggest regret:] Not discovering & indulging in crossdressing at an earlier age.
[S is for sweets of your choice:] Dark, bittersweet chocolate
[T is for time you wake up:] 5:30AM
[U is for underwear:] White cotton panties today
[V is for vegetable you love:] Green beans
[W is for worst habit:] Porn.
[X is for x-rays you've had:] Wrist, hand, knee, chest
[Y is for yummy food you make:] Beer! I love to homebrew. And cakes. And cookies. And bread.
[Z is for zodiac sign:] Scorpio.
[A is for age:] 39
[B is for booze of choice] Beer, preferably a microbrew.
[C is for career] Chemical Engineer
[D is for the drug you take:] Proventil
[E is for essential items you use everyday:] Car, computer, lots of things at home.
[F is for favorite song at the moment:] Joy Division's "Atmosphere"
[G is for favorite game:] Otto Matic
[H is for hometown:] Canton, OH
[I is for instruments you play:] Currenlty none. I had piano lessons as a child.
[J is for jam or jelly you like] Grape
[K is for kinks?:] Crossdressing.
[L is for last kiss?:] This morning before work.
[M is for most admired trait:] Self discipline.
[N is for name of your crush:] Other than my SO, it would be Giada.
[O is for overnight hospital stays:] Haven't stayed overnight there since I was a child.
[P is for phobias:] Needles. Ouch!
[Q is for quotes you like:] "If I am not for myself, who is for me? But if I am for myself alone, who am I?" Hillel
[R is for biggest regret:] Not discovering & indulging in crossdressing at an earlier age.
[S is for sweets of your choice:] Dark, bittersweet chocolate
[T is for time you wake up:] 5:30AM
[U is for underwear:] White cotton panties today
[V is for vegetable you love:] Green beans
[W is for worst habit:] Porn.
[X is for x-rays you've had:] Wrist, hand, knee, chest
[Y is for yummy food you make:] Beer! I love to homebrew. And cakes. And cookies. And bread.
[Z is for zodiac sign:] Scorpio.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
I Need to Post More
I remember way back in high school (Class of '85!) that one of my English teachers recommended that we keep a journal and write in it every day. She said that it didn't matter what we wrote, just as long as we did. That's what I should be doing here, not just waiting for something "significant" to occur and the write about it. I've been doing too much reading of everyone else's blogs and not adding to my own.
So what's happening today? My office at work is temporarily in a trailer, a "quadruple" wide. When I first moved in it was mostly empty and people were moving out. Today many people moved in and it is quite full. Not much of a problem as I have a corner office with a door.
A few years ago a bought an Apple eMac. Its still running like new! The game "Otto Matic" was pre-loaded on to it. I'm not much of a game player, never really was. In the last few years I've probably only played it for about 30 minutes total. Lately, though, I've been spending a lot more time on it. I found the cheat codes and am finding it a lot more interesting - its a lot less frustrating to play when you can reload you life when needed. (Hmmm, now only if there were a way to have infinite-length orgasms at the push of a button! I think society would quickly spiral downward as people just sit and enjoy themselves all day long.)
So what's happening today? My office at work is temporarily in a trailer, a "quadruple" wide. When I first moved in it was mostly empty and people were moving out. Today many people moved in and it is quite full. Not much of a problem as I have a corner office with a door.
A few years ago a bought an Apple eMac. Its still running like new! The game "Otto Matic" was pre-loaded on to it. I'm not much of a game player, never really was. In the last few years I've probably only played it for about 30 minutes total. Lately, though, I've been spending a lot more time on it. I found the cheat codes and am finding it a lot more interesting - its a lot less frustrating to play when you can reload you life when needed. (Hmmm, now only if there were a way to have infinite-length orgasms at the push of a button! I think society would quickly spiral downward as people just sit and enjoy themselves all day long.)
Monday, January 16, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
More Thoughts on Photography
Many people post pictures of themselves on various states of undress. I've posted a couple photos in this blog, and I've thought about posting more. Setting the timer, running over to pose, and then checking if it was a decent photo just doesn't do it for me. Having taken enough photos during my life, I find it easier to tell someone to "stand there, look that way, turn, smile!" and take the picture than to be the subject of the photo. I can see how to frame the shot.
As the subject of a self-photo its difficult to see how I would look in the photo, or even the position that looks best. Then once I do take the photo, I have to move to look at it. If it didn't come out right, its tough to go back to that same position and move whatever needs moving.
So the best alternative is to have someone else take them. And me being the perv that I am, it couldn't be just anyone snapping away. This is especially true of taking pictures outdoors in semi-public places. They'd have to be someone that knows to take the vanilla pictures, then move into the kinky ones - poses that elicit an erotic response to the viewer.
As the subject of a self-photo its difficult to see how I would look in the photo, or even the position that looks best. Then once I do take the photo, I have to move to look at it. If it didn't come out right, its tough to go back to that same position and move whatever needs moving.
So the best alternative is to have someone else take them. And me being the perv that I am, it couldn't be just anyone snapping away. This is especially true of taking pictures outdoors in semi-public places. They'd have to be someone that knows to take the vanilla pictures, then move into the kinky ones - poses that elicit an erotic response to the viewer.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Reading Other Blogs
I've been reading a lot of other people's blogs lately, not just those listed to the right. All of them have been related to sex in some way. I'm just a very curious and horny guy and there seems to be no shortage of sex-related blogs. The sex that people are having or not having is very intriguing. I guess I'm living vicariously through them. I haven't been keeping track of every site that I've been to, so forgive me for not specifying the sites.
One blog is from a couple that allows the wife to regularly have sex with a couple other men while the husband watches, i.e., a cuckold. I've heard about these types of relationships before, and it is very interesting. I could not share my SO with another. However, the thought of being teased by her is very arousing. I'm a submissive person and being a cuckold is a very submissive position to be in. I mean, it would be exciting to see a woman having sex with the attitude of "Look how hot this guy is making me, look how much fun I'm having with him" while she's looking at me while I'm sitting back playing with myself unable to (and not wanted to) have sex with her. In the blog that I read, the husband's only involvement seemed to consist of taking pictures of the others, occasionally touching the other men, and finishing himself off.
Many blogs have pictures of people in the process of having sex. Again, I would not want to post pictures us having sex (I know she's totally against even taking pictures). The thought, however, of others looking at them is arousing. This plays into my exhibitionist tendencies. Yes, I know what you are thinking, "Sheen if you are an exhibitionist, why don't you post more pictures on your site?" perhaps I will, but taking a decent selfportrait is not the easiest thing, especially if you want something interesting.
I've been looking for more blogs written by crossdressers. I've only found two others so far. If you know of any, pass them along. The one listed near the bottom right is a very well written blog. The writer is somewhat similar to me - mid-life, heterosexual. His wife seems to be much more accepting of him and his clothes. I wish my SO were as well. I'd love to be able to openly dress in the women's clothes that I have and buy more. By 'openly' I mean not having to keep my clothes hidden and her jsut accepting them as ordinary clothes. I'd never dress amongst our friends & family. Anyway, my women's clothing consists of bras, panites, camisoles, hosiery, jeans, pants, blouses, and shoes. I'm not one to go all out and wear a wig with make-up and a dress/skirt and try to pass as a woman.
Oh well, time to stop rambling for now. I guess the long and short of it is that, no matter how much (or not) that we're getting, or how good or bad it is, it is good to know that there are a lot of others going through the same thing.
One blog is from a couple that allows the wife to regularly have sex with a couple other men while the husband watches, i.e., a cuckold. I've heard about these types of relationships before, and it is very interesting. I could not share my SO with another. However, the thought of being teased by her is very arousing. I'm a submissive person and being a cuckold is a very submissive position to be in. I mean, it would be exciting to see a woman having sex with the attitude of "Look how hot this guy is making me, look how much fun I'm having with him" while she's looking at me while I'm sitting back playing with myself unable to (and not wanted to) have sex with her. In the blog that I read, the husband's only involvement seemed to consist of taking pictures of the others, occasionally touching the other men, and finishing himself off.
Many blogs have pictures of people in the process of having sex. Again, I would not want to post pictures us having sex (I know she's totally against even taking pictures). The thought, however, of others looking at them is arousing. This plays into my exhibitionist tendencies. Yes, I know what you are thinking, "Sheen if you are an exhibitionist, why don't you post more pictures on your site?" perhaps I will, but taking a decent selfportrait is not the easiest thing, especially if you want something interesting.
I've been looking for more blogs written by crossdressers. I've only found two others so far. If you know of any, pass them along. The one listed near the bottom right is a very well written blog. The writer is somewhat similar to me - mid-life, heterosexual. His wife seems to be much more accepting of him and his clothes. I wish my SO were as well. I'd love to be able to openly dress in the women's clothes that I have and buy more. By 'openly' I mean not having to keep my clothes hidden and her jsut accepting them as ordinary clothes. I'd never dress amongst our friends & family. Anyway, my women's clothing consists of bras, panites, camisoles, hosiery, jeans, pants, blouses, and shoes. I'm not one to go all out and wear a wig with make-up and a dress/skirt and try to pass as a woman.
Oh well, time to stop rambling for now. I guess the long and short of it is that, no matter how much (or not) that we're getting, or how good or bad it is, it is good to know that there are a lot of others going through the same thing.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
New Year, New Post
Hi everyone! Hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year.
My holidays were pretty good. We originally planned to stay home for Christmas then drive out to my parent's home until New Year's day. However, the stomach virus that is making its rounds in our area hit her on the 23rd and me on the 26th. We decided to stay home rather than spread the bug to the rest of my family. It was nice to stay home all week. I think this was the longest stretch of vacation I've had in almost 5 years.
Now that its a new year, I'm in a reflective mood about my blog. It seemed to start off pretty strong as I was writing a lot about myself. Many people would read it and leave comments. Now that a lot of that has been said, I'm running out of things about which to write. Posts have been fewer and readership is down. Its a good thing I'm not being paid on a per-view or comment basis! I haven't found that 'thing' that keeps people coming back.
I need ideas. My everyday life is kind of boring. Work takes up a lot of my time. I haven't had a lot of time to have much fun lately. Crossdressing has taken a back seat, way in the back. If it weren't for wearing panties everyday, and the occasional pantyhose, I'd have to turn in my union card. (What I really feel like doing is getting out to the Victoria's Secret semi-annual sale and splurge on some new bras, panties, and stockings, then buy some new pants and shoes!)
So if you have ideas, let me know. Even if you don't, just leave a comment.
My holidays were pretty good. We originally planned to stay home for Christmas then drive out to my parent's home until New Year's day. However, the stomach virus that is making its rounds in our area hit her on the 23rd and me on the 26th. We decided to stay home rather than spread the bug to the rest of my family. It was nice to stay home all week. I think this was the longest stretch of vacation I've had in almost 5 years.
Now that its a new year, I'm in a reflective mood about my blog. It seemed to start off pretty strong as I was writing a lot about myself. Many people would read it and leave comments. Now that a lot of that has been said, I'm running out of things about which to write. Posts have been fewer and readership is down. Its a good thing I'm not being paid on a per-view or comment basis! I haven't found that 'thing' that keeps people coming back.
I need ideas. My everyday life is kind of boring. Work takes up a lot of my time. I haven't had a lot of time to have much fun lately. Crossdressing has taken a back seat, way in the back. If it weren't for wearing panties everyday, and the occasional pantyhose, I'd have to turn in my union card. (What I really feel like doing is getting out to the Victoria's Secret semi-annual sale and splurge on some new bras, panties, and stockings, then buy some new pants and shoes!)
So if you have ideas, let me know. Even if you don't, just leave a comment.