Another new post! The inspiration for this one is blog cleaning. I'm going through the list of blogs I follow as well as the links along the side, trying to weed out those that no longer exist, those haven't had a new post in a year, those that no longer interest me, etc. It's an on-going process as I'm always following new blogs every day. I've noticed a few trends among the blogs I read:

Women's Fashion: I do like to see women dress well. It's great to see that many women blog about their personal clothing style as well as others that appreciate women's fashion. The bloggers that I link to have a style that I'd adopt if I crossdressed 24/7, and they're darn cute too!

Feet and legs (women's): One catagory of the things I fetishize and that lead to me crossdressing.

Panties and/or hosiery: The other fetishes that started it all for me. I love to see pictures and read posts about them across the spectrum from fashion to fetish to porn. And I'm always looking for ideas for something new to wear.

Crossdressers: Being a crossdress I do like to see what others are up to. There aren't too many blogs about the day-to-day life of being a CD. Most of the blogs are more about the sexual side of in which I'm also very interested. Although I don't think of myself as a 'passable' crossdresser, I'd love to have the opportunity to have a head-to-toe make-over just to see if there is a possibility. Of course, I'd probably be so sexually excited during the process I'd have to have some relief throughout the day...

Transsexuals: I have mixed thoughts on these blogs and sites. Most sites are not about the day-to-day life of a TV (I'm not sure I've seen any). Conversely, they are mostly pornographic. When I look at the sites, its like looking at a train wreck - you know its going to be gruesome, but you have to look anyway to see how bad it is. So I look at them to see if the models are really passable, or just a train wreck. There are a few TVs that are truly beautiful - very feminine body shape, face, expressions, voice, and they have a nice cock too. Its the others that make me think "Why did I look?!"

Sissies: I'm still figuring this one out. I'm attracted to the submissive traits sissies exhibit. I could not act like some of them do, and I don't particularly care for the style of dressing other than the cute pink frilly panties.

Photos & Videos (porn): Hey, we all need some material to get off on. My tastes tend to be all over the place, and I do enjoy fetishes, domination, and lesbians the most. I mostly like seeing real people having sex without a lot of "story".

Masturbation: I do enjoy reading about what men and women do and think about when they masturbate. It seems like the topic is one of those 'deep, dark secrets' that we all have. A few of the blogs deal with group sessions. I've never done that - it does sound interesting. I don't think I could do it with just one other person - it would have to be a group, hopefully males and females.

Dominant Women & Submissive men: i consider myself submissive and i'm very attracted to dominant Women. i love to read their blogs and see their pictures & videos. When I call my favorite phone sex line (here) i always ask for a girl that is dominant. (Side note: they do all kinds of calls, but the girls that work there are in the 18-22 year old age range. While i do like to talk to a young girl, some times i'd much rather talk to a Woman in their 40's, 50's, or even 60's. There's something very cathartic about phone sex that i love.) i also like reading about submissive men or seeing men submit to Women. How do they show their submission? What are other things that i can i do to show my submission?

I'm going through a bit of a dry spell lately. It seems like all I do is work, run, sleep, or the dumb things that go along with home ownership. Not much time to take care of my other physical needs (specifically many, many, many orgasms) or do much in the way of crossdressing. Sure, I think about both of those things much of the time. I just need to make time to do them. That's the one thing I like about traveling - it gives me the time after work to take care of myself. It doesn't look like I'll do any traveling until November, so I'll be super horned-up by then.

I did have a free hour over the weekend, and I used that time to get off. I took of all of my clothes, washed up a bit, and went looking for some porn. I was in the upstairs bedroom to look through my magazine collection, and I noticed that the college-aged girl and two of her friends that live across the street were home and sun bathing on the roof. That got my attention right away! The tree in my yard and the one it theirs was obscuring my view. I got out a pair of binoculars and watched them. The breeze coming through the window felt great on my body and I was soon at full erection.

I spent some time paging through the magazines and some time looking at them. As usual when I get all horned-up, I was in the talkative mood so I closed the window and called my favorite phone sex line. The girls there are very nice, have great voices, and really do a great job. The thing that annoys me is the amount of time they take between when they answer the phone and when they start the call - too long. I think they do it on purpose to tease me or calm me down. One of my favorites was working and I told her what I was doing. "Bad girl!" she said, knowing that I crossdress. She asked if I'd rather be out on the roof with them in a bikini than in my house with my cock in my hand. "Of course!" I exclaimed. I'd always wanted to wear a bikini in public. She asked why, and I said that there were many reasons. I love looking at women when they have so little on - its so easy to imagine them naked. I'd also love the humiliation of wearing the bikini - the girls would tease and laugh at me about the bottoms barely containing my bulge and that the top fits my chest well. They'd tug at it to see if there were tan lines.

That then led to a conversation about tan lines. I think they are very sexy. Sure, an all-over tan is nice to see, but the tan lines draw one's attention to the right places. I told her that many years ago I did wear a bikini to a tanning salon for just that reason. It was winter time and I went to the salon for something to do on the dark and cold nights. The first time I went I just wore my male swim suit. The girls there were college-aged and they seemed very friendly as they said they didn't get many guys there. Feeling naughty pervy, the next time I wore the bikini under my clothes. In the booth I took off my shoes and pants, and left my shirt unbuttoned. I heard one of the girl's outside and asked if they had a towel as there wasn't one in the booth. She knocked on the door to give me one, and I opened the door fully and she got an 'accidental' peek at the bikini under my open shirt. She took a good look and smiled/giggled when she gave me the towel. As I laid in the tanning bed I could hear her tell the other girls what she saw. Needless to say I was stroking myself to their voices. When I left I did leave my shirt mostly unbuttoned so they all could see the bikini top.

The phone sex girl asked if I went back and I said that I did a few times a month during that winter. Sadly, the placed closed by the next winter. She could tell that relating the story to her really got me excited. She asked if the girls were still on the roof and if I were stroking myself this entire time. Yes to both questions I said. She berated me as I didn't ask permission and for what I did at the salon. She had me spank my ass with a paddle while saying "Forgive me Mistress for my sins!" at each swat. She told me to tell her what I'd do if I were with the girls. I told her I'd like to kiss their feet and cum on their bellies. She laughed and laughed, saying that no sissy boy would be allowed to do such a thing. She had me swat myself more. She said that the girls would laugh at me if they saw me now and call me names (which I wish I could remember all the ones she said). She had me beg them to let me cum while she called me those names and laughed. Only when she thought I really meant it did she tell me to cum, and cum I did!! It was one of those body-shaking orgasms, the ones that leave you light-headed, cum-soaked and exhausted. I thanked her profusely while I laid on the floor spent. It took some time to recover and come out of that happy space of post-orgasm. Still feeling pery, I looked back out the window at the girls, rubbing my cum over my cock and balls to another, lesser orgasm.

A recent post over at JamieLin's blog got me thinking about life in high school and my first years out of college. She was lamenting (correct me if I'm misinterpreting, Jamie) her lonely years after a girlfriend had left her when she only had her hands and borrowed clothes to fulfill her needs. I had a similar problem in high school.

I was very much too timid to ask girls on dates, let alone hope to ever get the chance for any sexual interaction. In high school I was feeling down because most of my friends were dating and masturbating made me feel good. Many a weekend night was spent in my room 'studying' the porn collection I had. Some of it was my older brother's, some was what I bought (still can't believe all the porn I bought while underage!), and some was the Victoria's Secret catalogs that were still being sent to my sisters even though they were in college. This was the early '80's so no Internet or DVDs, and no VCR either.

My parents would occasionally be away for a night or sometimes overnight and that was my time for fun. As soon as they'd leave I'd strip down to nothing, take a shower, and then take out the porn. I'd spend hours looking through all of the magazines, catalogs, and single pages. I'd sort through them and arrange them with a common theme - all breasts, all legs, brunettes, blonds, lesbians, girls looking at the camera, feet, asses, all in similar poses - anything to make it interesting. I jerked off in every room in the house, on the tables, chairs, beds, the garage, the car in the garage, and after dark, on the back patio or in the woods next to our house. I'd occasionally take a pair of my sisters' panties or bikini bottoms and use them or wear them. I really liked how the bikini bottoms felt and fit. Their shoes didn't fit my feet, but my cock fit nicely into their heels. After a while I didn't mind so much not having a girlfriend or going on dates.

In college there just wasn't much opportunity for that kind of fun. Too many roommates in the dorms, too much school work to be done. Summer vacations were iffy as a sibling or two would be living at home.

After college I got a great job in another state and had my own apartment for many years. It was an oasis for masturbation. I'd come home from work, shower, eat some diner, and then have the rest of the night for fun. I always told people to call first before visiting just to make sure I was dressed and the place was clean. Although there were a few times that I was caught off-guard ("Yes, I wear shorts in the winter," or "I was just going to take a shower" were common excuses). I had a VCR and made many trips to the video rental store. I'm pretty sure the clerks there and at the book store knew that I was there for only one thing - porn.

The apartment complex had a pool, and, darn, my apartment didn't face it. However, I would always go out there to tan and swim. There were usually a few women or girls out too. I'd lay there "reading" while ogling them. Then back to the apartment for some fun time!

I was usually naked from the time I got home to the time I left for work the next day. It was around this time that I really started paying more attention to women wearing hosiery - in real life and in pictures. One time I found a pair of pantyhose in the laundry room. They were there when I put my laundry in the washer and after it came out of the dryer. No one was around so I took them. At first it was just nice to rub myself with them. The silky feel of the nylon felt soooo good! After a few times I thought I'd put them on just for kicks. Well, it was like a bolt of lightning hit me! I was so overcome with the electric sensation of the nylon on my feet, legs, and cock that I came without effort. From that moment on I was hooked. I started buying pantyhose from grocery stores, department stores, Victoria's Secret. I bought all the brands and styles that I could find, looking for the 'ultimate' nylon experience.

Now I'd come home from work, shower, eat, then slip into a pair of stockings or pantyhose for my fun time. After a while panties entered the picture. Then bras. Then shoes. My underwear drawer was half men's, half women's. Girlfriend? Who needed a girlfriend? I was having my own kind of fun! Then someone did find out. I usually just left my lingerie and magazines on my bed or dresser when I left for work. No need to clean up as it was just me in the apartment.

I was also ordering from the Victoria's Secret catalog, and the packages would arrive at the apartment complex's office. The women that worked their would always ask about them when I'd pick them up. "For my sister's birthday," or "For a friend," I'd say. Then one day they were all smiles and very talkative when I picked up a package. It wasn't until I arrived back in my apartment that I realized why they didn't ask who it was for, and why they did ask about what I liked in the catalogs.

During the day they had to enter my apartment to check on the air conditioning/heater and they left a note saying they did (apparently they were checking all the systems in everyone's apartments). Well, on the dining room table I had left a couple catalogs, a few magazines, and the previous night's outfit. Ooops! They never let on that they knew, and I never let on that I knew they knew. It was a lot of fun while it lasted.

Last day on the beach. There's some fine five-star bikini ass walking about! If only it were legal to 'take care of oneself' I'd be having one heck of a day...

Rainy day at the shore today, not much to do. Short white shirt-dresses on the waitresses at the pancake house - very see-through - nice panties on all!

Sitting on the beach reading and watching women walk by. Ran a 10 mile race on Sat on the beach - lots of bikinis!

Argh! It's been a very slow posting period for me. I'm still here, but on vacation. I'll try to post by SMS. For some reason I can't post picture messages from my cell phone.

New Blog, but I'm still here

I started a new blog over at Posterious.com. There's only one post there so far that links back to here, and an expanded "About Me" page. I'll still post here - I haven't given this blog up. Why the move? As you may have noticed on my profile page, there was a long list of other blogs that I am/was a Team Member of. It was/is a community of bloggers to mostly share porn. For some reason Blogger took all of the sites down. The organizers moved over to Posterious to continue on, and in order for me to remain part of the community I had to start an account over there.

So this has started me thinking. With two blogs I can make each one about their own subject. Not really sure what those subjects will be. Maybe this one more about cross dressing, fashion, and more 'vanilla' topics, and the other about more pervy subjects and pictures. But then what to do about all of the old posts on either subject? And what to do about the Followers and others like you that visit? Sure, lots of folks have moved from one blog site to another with few hic-ups. I'll have to think about it...

Test Post

Here's another test post.  This one by e-mail.

Just a quick note to let you know that I'm still here! I've been reading & commenting on your blogs, just not having time to post on mine.

And I'm craving panties. I really need to go shopping for some new panties, lots of them. And then I'll need to show them off - that's where the real fun begins ;)

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It has been a very busy past few weeks. I have had almost no "me time" and even less time to do any amount of crossdressing. Not to say that I haven't wanted to. It seems like the longer its been since the last time I've properly dressed the more I want to do so. Every time I see a woman in a nice outfit or see some cute clothes on-line, in print, or in a store, I think about wearing those clothes. Panties - yes, heels - yes, bras - yes, hosiery - yes (even in this heat).

I saw the pictured woman at a recent activity. This is the only place I ever see her, and she's usually wearing heels, not flats. I love her long, slender legs, long hair, and the clothes she wears. Yummy!

About the video I mentioned in the last post - I added the link to the site its from in the comments section. I'll have to sort through the sites to find the specific link to it. None the less, I'm sure you'll have fun looking for it. That Mistress T is something else!

I had an unusual dream last night. From what I can remember I was laying on a bed and a woman was riding my cock anally. We switched places, me on my belly, and she gave it to me with a strap-on. As you can imagine, this resulted in the "nocturnal emission" - another sign that I need some "me time"! lol

I saw a video clip the other day that had me completely mesmerized. It started off showing a woman sitting on the edge of a bed wearing a blouse and skirt. As the camera pulled back, there was a naked may laying on the floor in front of her, his head between her feet, jacking off. How very beautiful! She was in the dominant position, he in the submissive. It was tough to tell, but I bet he was trying to look up her skirt. I would have. As the video went on, she did change positions and giving him peeks at her, all the while he continued to jerk off. Near the end she had him bring his legs up over his shoulders, high and back far enough that his feet rested on the bed on either side of her. His cock was straight above his face, pointing to his open mouth. She held his legs to keep him in position while he jerked. She put her stockinged feet in heels on his face - the points of the heels on his forehead and the toes at his open mouth. He continued to jerk, faster and faster. As he started to shudder at the on-set of orgasm, she moved her feet and made sure he came all over his face, some landing in his mouth.

Wow, she really had him in control. Many men have the urge to taste and swallow their own cum. I've cum close many times, licking the pre-cum from my cock or off of my hands. Like most men, once I've cum, the desire leaves. I've cum in glasses intending to drink it and on food intending to eat it, and even while having phone sex hoping that having the girl in on it would push me over the edge. Not yet. After watching that video clip, that would be a golden opportunity. I mean, it fullfills several fetishes: clothed female, naked male; stockings & heels; tease and denial; Dominant/submissive. She'd be holding me in position, no way to bail out. You might say that eating the "cream pie" would be the same. No, not really. Eating my cum out of her pussy is similar, but not quite as submissive or humiliating. Now excuse me for a bit...

Some may ask why I like to wear panties. This photo sums up many things. Just look at that ass. Its spectacular. I'm drawn to it in many ways. I'd love to touch it, feel it, caress it, lick it, kiss it, rub my face between those cheeks, rub my now erect cock between them. The panties cover and show the shape of her ass. The colors are very feminine. I want her panties. And since I can't get hers specifically, I can buy a pair for myself. When I look at her wearing them, I can imagine how they must feel on her skin, and how they make her feel. I can then wear them and feel those same feelings. This has to be one of the most sensual images I've seen from VS in all the years of looking at the catalogs and website. I see the image and I want to feel like she must feel wearing those panties. The feelings and the physical stimulation are intoxicating. I need those panties!

Sometimes it's tough to find inspiration for a post, and other times a gift just drops into my lap. This is one of the latter (and I do need to finish my fantasy story at some point).

Remember how I said I've been spending a lot of time at Faceb__k? Most of the Friends I have there I've connected to by looking at other friend's Friends. Recently I saw that a friend had friended someone that had a familiar name and I didn't recognize the face - a very attractive girl. So I clicked on her and started reviewing her wall. Attractive indeed! She has all the qualities that I find attractive in a woman (well, maybe a bit too busty). Some of her pictures kind of gave me the idea that maybe she's not as vanilla as she might appear to someone that doesn't know the signs of kink and fetishes - a vinyl nuns outfit labeled as a costume party, the very striking style of her hair and make-up, and other small details.

So then I start looking at her friends. Bingo! I find the connection and reason why she seemed familiar - she's married to someone that I do know. I go to his wall, and there they are together in some pictures. I find some info there that does seem out of place. A quick Google search first leads to a dead end. I scan farther down the search results - hmmm, what's this? A link to a fetish site - click. There's her picture again! She's in "the business", and so is he. I never would have imagined him as being in "the business". The pictures of her are absolutely beautiful - I can see why they're together. And now I'm fantasizing about her.

If they weren't related, I'd love to partake in her services if I ever got the chance. However, she's now the fruit that I can't pick. If they were to find out about me and my dirty little mind, I'd be sunk. The best thing is that they are far away - I'm not likely to run into either of them unless I made a concerted effort. Sure, maybe they'd keep my secret too - kind of 'I don't tell if you don't tell'. But, he's not one of the people I'd want to know. Or even if he were just watching, or just knowing that I'm partaking of her services. (Granted, if he were a complete stranger, that would be a big turn-on!)

Anyway, in one respect, he's the luckiest guy on earth. To have a partner like her and run a business like that is a dream for a lot of people. It will be interesting to see where things go, if they do at all.

A long weekend at last! The lack of posts has been mainly due to the lack of time to either write something interesting, take photos, do some girl-clothes shopping, or much of anything else. Maybe this weekend I'll find the time.

Part three of the story will be coming up some time soon.

Anyway, I had a strange dream last night. The content wasn't what made it strange, it was that I hadn't had one like it before. It started off with me in either a bookstore or coffee house. I was sitting on a wooden bench seat with a low coffee table in front of it and another bench opposite. The bench was made from a dark wood, long enough to lay down on; a tall, flat, and slightly reclined back; and a fairly deep seat, probably three feet deep. and there were pillows at each end. It was like a big church pew. The lighting came from a hanging lamp with a translucent cylindrical lampshade casting a yellowish light on the table and benches. There were many of these seat arrangements along the walls.

I sat down on one of the benches and began reading from a thick, softcover, glossy-paged book of comics. It was some type of anthology. A few minutes later a girl that I know comes over and asks if she can sit with me to read her book. I said sure and moved down the bench to give her some room. Instead of sitting across or next to me, she laid down and put her legs across my lap. At first I was kind of surprised as I didn't think we were friendly enough that she would cross that boundary of personal space, then I didn't mind it. I mean, she is not unattractive, and we converse rather easily, but we're not the touchy-feely kind of friends. I noticed she didn't have shoes on and was wearing black and white striped toe socks. Kind of strange, I thought, but she has kind of a quirky personality and style of dress.

I kept reading, trying not to let on that I was really enjoying having her legs draped across my lap. If it were any other girl and we were some place private, I thought, I'd have my hands all over her feet and legs, giving her a nice massage and hoping she would return the favor with a foot job. But it was her and we were in a public place. Just keep reading, I thought. I looked over at her face. She looked at me with wide eyes and a kind of a grin that meant that she knew what she was doing and she knew what I wanted to do. Again, being in this public place I tried to be calm and cool, reading but also feeling the warmth of her legs on my growing erection.

I looked down at her feet again and noticed that her toes were exposed, like the ends of the socks were pulled off. Wow! I thought, she had beautiful toes, and all very nicely manicured. Now my mind and thoughts were spinning. Those perfect feet literally right at my fingertips. I so badly wanted to touch them, feel each toe and sole, perhaps steel a kiss or tiny nibble. But I couldn't. What if that wasn't what she was thinking? What if I was misunderstanding the situation? Maybe she just felt comfortable with me, nothing else?

When I looked back down to read my book, she had raised one leg to put the side of her foot just at the big toe right under my nose, as if presenting it to me to have my way with. I was giddy with excitement. And, as usual, that's when the alarm clock went off....

I don't usually post pictures of myself, but I feel adventurous tonight.

New cami, bra, and panty from the Jockey outlet store in Branson, MO. It was a lot of fun buying them. I think the lady was suprised at my selections.

After that purchase I went to a couple shoe stores and had no luck finding anything in my size. Then I went to Aeropostale and had better luck. There were two girls working there so I decided to try on some girl jeans. Picked a pair of boot cut and a pair of super skinny. I think she was a bit suprised that I just walked up to the rack, picked them out, and asked to use a dressing room. I had stockings on under my pants, and I makde sure to stand near the outer wall of the room so she could see my feet if she looked. The super skinny's were just that. I had to peel them on and peel them off. The boot cuts were tight in the thigh and loose below the knee. She came to the door to ask if I wanted to try a different size. I said that they both fit fine. (I then realized that I should have opened the door to ask her how she thought they fit on me. Next time.) I didn't buy either pair, and I just chatted with them before I left. Maybe tomorrow I should go back with the new bra and panties on.

I'm on another trip this week, this time to middle-America, Missouri to be specific. Just sitting back watching some porn right now so I'm kind of busy ;) The bad thing about this trip is that a coworker is in the next room, so no loud fun for me or taking a stroll in my lingerie :( There's even an outlet mall nearby that I won't get to. I did see a gas station called "Kum and Go".

Continued from last time...


i was completely soaked from head to toe. i could smell all kinds of scents that the various piss gave off. Naturally, during the course of drinking many mouth fulls of pee, i had to piss as well, and i just did it laying there. The warmth kind of felt good. i had to do this a few times over the evening. After what seemed like hours of being pissed on, someone finally came to let us up. She untied the women on either side of me and had them get under the shower on the other side of the room. If i tilted my head back i could just barely see them. They stripped each other down and soaped one another, having fun. This must have been their reward for being good piss girls. Was being able to watch them (although not very well) my reward, or was it punishment? i hoped they would have to wash me. No such luck. They were lead out of the room. The same woman came over to me with a garden hose and scrub brush on the end of a pole. She hose me down with cold water and scrubbed me. Talk about shrinkage. She laughed at the site of my cock shriveling up as the cold water splashed on it. i was let up and i dried off.

She took me to the kitchen and tied my ankles to some rings set apart in front of the sink. Another rope was tied around my waist to keep me against the sink. My companions started bringing me dirty dished and glasses from the house. i washed them as ordered. i also noticed that they were dressed in French maid outfits. As they brought in plates, they would whisper to each other and sometimes eat the scraps off of them. i was getting very hungry too, and wish they would share some with me. One of the guests caught them eating and alerted our Mistress. They were taken to another room and i could here them being paddled. A few minutes later they resumed their duties. Then the older one took a half-eaten slice of cake and mushed it around my mouth. Not very effective being that the ball gag was still there. But it was effective at getting me punished for eating. "Bitches!" i thought. Suddenly, someone came up behind me an pushed my head down to the sink and kept it there while another began paddling my ass. It was everything i could muster to keep my face out of the dishwater in the sink. The swats came quickly and without pause or compassion. Then they stopped. i looked around and saw that it was my two companions that did the paddling while our Mistress watched. i got back to work immediately. The two women seemed to enjoy punishing me. Once all the dishes were washed, the women were lead away and i put them away.

i was taken back to the basement by one of our Mistress's guests. i laid down on a narrow bench and my neck was placed in a stockade. They tied my arms and legs out, removed my ball gag, and left there. Finally, some time to rest and sleep. It must have been one or two in the morning. Just as i almost fell asleep, my companions were lead into the room. i couldn't see what was going on in front of me due to the height of the stockade around my neck or behind me as i couldn't bend my head backwards. All i knew was that the women seemed to be having fun with a vibrator. Eventually, they were "put to bed". Their beds were on either side of me and consisted of very well padded benches with sheets and blankets. The odd thing was that there were stockades at the ends of the benches for their feet, and they positioned their feet so they were on either side of my head. They laid down and i think their hands were tied down. If i turned my head to either side a pair of soles were just a few inches from my face. I thought to myself "Is this a reward - two pairs of feet so close to my face? Or is this punishment - two pairs of feet just out of range of my mouth and tongue?" They looked so beautiful. They kept very good care of their feet. i wanted to kiss and lick them. I looked from side to side. Who had the prettier feet? Who's feet would feel better in my mouth? I could smell their scent and my erection grew and grew. One of them noticed and managed to kick the side of my head. i turned to the other pair and she also kicked me. Argh, this is punishment then. i laid there starring at the ceiling the rest of the night until i fell asleep.

In celebration of Jessica's 1 Year Blog Anniversay, she's having a drawing for a $25 Victoria's Secret gift certificate. So stop by her blog and enter!

I know, I know, I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy lately. I'm training for a 1/2-marathon on April 24th, trying to organize a few contractors to do some work on my house in May, club meetings in the evening, and so on. I need a vacation, or at least a work trip, to give me time to catch up and have some fun, naughty or otherwise.

I recently read on a forum about extended Mistress/slave experiences - the session lasts anywhere from 24-48 hours or even longer. This sounds very interesting and exciting. i can imagine arriving a the Mistress's home and being shown to my quarters in the basement: a large dog cage lined with blankets. i'd eat and sleep there when allowed. She would start things off by ordering me to quickly strip off all clothing. It would be several hours until She spoke to me again. She pointed to the bench and i knew to bend over it. She cuffed my wrists and ankles with my legs spread wide. She collared, ball-gagged, and hooded me, then paddled me over the next half hour to put me into sub space. She left me there for two hours while the room alternately became very cold and then very hot.

i heard people coming down the steps, but no voices. Other slaves. i heard cuffs being put on someone on one side of the room, another tied on the other side of the room. i heard the smack of a paddle on flesh and the moans of pain or delight. The familiar hum of a vibrator was next for one of them which lead to more moans of delight. But with each of those moans came a swift smack of the paddle. After a half-hour or so, silence for another hour. I then heard voices up stairs and people walking around. It sounded like a few people came down the steps, paused, then went back up.

Someone finally did come all the way down the steps. They uncuffed and opened the hood's eye covering. I saw that the other two were women, one possibly in her early twenties and the other maybe older. The younger one was slim with an athletic build, small breasts and long legs. The other was much more curvy. Not fat, but very generous and proportioned. Both wore similar hoods as me. It wasn't our Mistress that let us loose, but another woman. we were all given some clothes to put on. mine consisted of a bright yellow string bikini swimsuit bottom, a tight yellow tank top, and yellow flip flops. the others were given similar swimsuits in blue and red.

we were lead up the stairs and lead through several rooms of women that were casually talking, drinking and eating. Few took notice of us. we were led to what looked like a lavatory - tiled floors and walls, sinks and mirrors on one side. Another wall had a few shower heads with a raised cub around them. Near the middle of the room was a long tiled bench about two feet high with three holes and toilet seats. Under each hole was a small rectangular stone with a concave top, a kind of pillow. The woman pointed to them and we knew that we were to lay on the ground with our heads on the pillows. One by one, She took off our hoods, gave us a pair of goggles to put on, and then she straped our necks to the pillow to secure us in place. i was in the middle and a rope was tied to my wrists and my arms were pulled apart so each hand was on the breast of the woman on either side of me. they were tied similarly but with their hands on my cock. we could only see up through the holes in the bench.

we laid there for some time. i was quite excited to have two hands on my cock, but they seemed more interested in keeping me in pain by slapping my balls. When i stroked their breasts they did it even more. In time we came to some agreement not to fondle eachother. Soon enough two women and a man came in the room and lifted the lids. Luckily, i thought at first, a woman sat above me. She sat so her legs were on either side of my torso. They each pissed on us. She pissed what seemed like gallons on my face. They finished and left. Another group came in and repeated. As the night went on, more and more people pissed on us. we were soaked through and through. Some of them didn't bother with sitting down on the seats - they would just straddle us and piss all over our bodies.

Star Trek Girl

Combining two of my favorite fetishes: Star Trek Girl

I love her!!

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100K!!!! I think it hit the mark last night as the StatCounter site said 50 hits today at the 100,049 mark. Thank you to everyone that's visited!!

TMI Tuesday My pick of the questions from #229 & 330

1. With warm weather on the horizon, what outdoor activity are you most looking forward to? Running and not freezing my ass off. It's a lot more fun to run in the warmer weather, especially since the ladies will be wearing less when the run too.

5. If you could change the tune of the ice cream truck to any song, which would you change it to and why? "Ice cream man" by Van Halen. Rock on!

Bonus (optional): What's your craziest Spring Break memory? Explain. The one time I went on Spring Break in college we went to Florida. Not the wild and crazy Daytona Beach, but the old-folks resort of Marcos Island. We didn't to anything crazy, except for the one guy that was with us that none of us knew. There was a group of very large girls in our hotel, and much to our surprise, that odd guy was bangin them all week. At least he got some. None for me, and not that I wanted any of that anyway at that time. Looking back, I should have gone for it.

2. What's one sexual guilty pleasure that you wouldn't openly tell your friends about? Why? Watching porn, and the types of porn I like to watch. And the crossdressing. I don't think any of them would suspect all of that. If they did find out, they'd probably say "Oh, you know what they say about those 'quiet ones'?"

4. Roses are red, violets are blue...I love to wear panties, that is very true!

Bonus (optional): How many times have you thought about sex in the last 24 hours? What triggered it? Who did it involve? All the time! Except for that time I was reading the paper (no, that bra ad made me think about sex), or while washing the dishes (no, the warm water made me think about sex in the shower), or folding laundy (nope, folding panties...).

I'm 490 views away from 100,000. Hopefully that means I've provided some insight or entertainment to a few people. Lately it has been hard to come up with new posts - work, hobbies, life in general have filled up my time. And Facebook, too.

I recently 'friended' a girl I knew from college. She was the girl I had a HUGE crush on. We were in the same major and had many of our classes together. She was, and still is, gorgeous. She had/has a certain style - never a lot of makeup, classy and not trendy clothes. And her hair - beautiful long black hair. Her personality just burst out from everywhere. I'd see her and just forget about knowing how to talk. I was way too shy. Throughout college we were more acquaintances than friends for that reason. There was one weekend where we were at a leadership conference and she hung out with me a lot. I was too stunned to really know what to do - I should have talked to her more. Same thing when a group of us went to D.C. for another conference. Oh well. She graduated a year before me and I thought that was that. A friend and I were in an airport and she was there on a connecting flight. I thought I was in heaven. A year after that I saw her again when I was in town at an art gallery. Life took its turns for 20 years. I still have that crush.

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This week's new shoes! The first store I went to didn't have much in my size. The two women there knew I was looking for women's shoes, so that felt good. The next store had these and a pair of oxfords with a 1" heel. You know me, I had to go sexy! Anyway, the mother and daughter in the check out line in front of me saw my shoes, but didn't say anything. The two tattooed chicks behind me didn't either. However, the salesgirl asked if I wanted to look at purses or jewelry. I said no, not today, but I wish they had a bigger selection in my size. She smiled and I said that there were a few pairs in the next size down that were cute, but just too small.

Traveling Next Week

After a two month break, I'm on another business trip next week. To say that the urge to cross dress has been surging lately would be an understatement. A Monday to Friday trip might seem like a long time, but it really isn't. A whole day to myself would be better than a few nights. Maybe things will go my way and I'll be able to take an early leave.

Anyway, shopping will be part of the trip. My experiment with running in women's workout clothes from a previous trip taught me a few things like wash anything with color before wearing it (duh!) and what I should be looking for when buying clothes. The white sports bra would be good for wearing under a regular shirt, and the Nike below has removable pads.

The tank top below looks androgynous enough to wear anywhere, as does the t-shirt (very cute!).

A pair of capri pants and pink shoes would complete the outfit nicely.
Now for other clothes. I saw these leggings on the Hue website. They might be harder to get away with in public, but I'm sure that once I'd put them on I'd be more than ready to wear them out.
But with what kind of shoe? Those running shoes would look okay. Heels, though, would send me into orbit. I doubt I could wear them out in a very public place - probably best for just in the hotel room or around the hotel.

Jeans. I found a few pair of cute jeans, but I wasn't able to copy a picture to add here. An ideal pair of women's jeans (or any pants) needs to be distiguishable from men's jeans: the fly opening is opposite of men's, an obvious pattern on the back pocket, and with a low rise. The front design should also be different than men's - embellished pockets, or extra buttons, etc. I also couldn't copy a few of the tops I've been looking at. They were fitted, longer cuffs, and covered buttons. I could easily wear them without much notice, but the cups of the bra underneath and the bumps of the straps could easily give me away. I'd wear a shoe like one of these with an outfit like that:

And, of course, lingerie underneath - stockings, garter belt, string bikini panty, and bra.

What do I want to do next week after shopping? Take a run in the new outfit. In the other clothes I'd do some more shopping to see how many people notice the outfit and how fast they do. A trip to the Starbucks and the adult book store are also in order. There are always a lot of women at Starbucks, and it's fun to be noticed there. I can be a bit naughty at the adult book store. No, I don't do things with strangers there, but it is another place to go dressed up.

As usual I should have some "me" time in the hotel room, surfing on the Internet and chatting with others. Hopefully, I'll take some pictures to post.

Chore by Damaris - Lingerie Collection

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Great panty video! You need to see it!

Do you like to look at asses (women's or men's) and then rate them? Maybe you secretly do in your mind as they pass you by during the day. If so, the folks at American Apparel are catering to your hobby! They are having a Search for the Best Bottom in the World. Here are the links to women and men. Okay, go forth and ogle!

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TMI Tuesday #223 - Masturbation Edition

This TMI is from last week, and I thought the questions were interesting.

1. When you masturbate, how long, typically, is your session and what do you think about (other than having an orgasm)? I like to edge - multiple cycles of stimulation up to the brink of orgasm, stopping to calm down, then repeating - so my typical sessions can be for hours. When I travel and have nothing else to do in the evenings (or after running and/or dinner), I can edge from 3-5 hours before orgasm. Not sure what the longest session was.

2. Have you ever been "caught" masturbating? Only once that I know of. It was late at night, she had gone to bed, and I was at the computer. An hour later she came in to see what was keeping me up.

3. Have you ever masturbated in front of your computer? If 'yes' was it for your own purposes or for someone's viewing pleasure? Lately in front of the computer is the main place I do it. Before computers and internet porn, I used to have quite a collection of magazines (and I still have a few years of Leg Show), and I'd either do it on the bed or on the couch. Now that there's so much on the internet (pictures and video), I'm usually there surfing and doing it. And since I don't have a web cam, it's been only for myself.

4. Have you ever attended a group masturbation party? Same-sex or mixed? No, and this is something I've seriously wanted to do for a very long time. Seeing others and being seen by others all going at it together (but no contact between anyone) would be such a turn on, everyone doing their own thing. Talking to eachother, cheering others on, hearing others' moans and groans, all of it would be so exciting. Any volunteers?!!

5. When masturbating, as you reach orgasm, do you continue to stimulate yourself without interruption, or do you stop and apply pressure until your spasms subside? Or? I usually stop to clean up the mess.

6. Have you ever video'ed yourself while masturbating (solo)? Where are they now? I have a few times. Most were deleted soon afterwards (bad camera angle, poor lighting). There's one at my Flickr account.

Bonus (as in optional): How often do you use the word "fuck" (or its derivatives) in casual conversation - frequently, occasionally, rarely, never. I don't use curse words too often. The more they are used casually the less power they have when used.

Argh! It's been too long since my last post, and there really hasn't been much going on to blog about. And I haven't had much time to read your blog either. Trying to fnd time...

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! In Philadelphia about a foot of snow fell a couple days before Christmas so it was very white for the first time in many years. And, on cue, it warmed up, rained, and all the snow melted on the day after. I had a nice bit of time off of work from just before Christmas through the New Year’s weekend, and didn’t spend much of any of it on line. Most of it was spent eating, playing on the Wii and the Wii Fit Plus that we bought for Christmas, and brewing a batch of beer. I do have to recommend the Wii Fit Plus for anyone that doesn’t have it. It’s much more interactive than just playing games with a hand controller.

The New Year also started with another business trip to Florida. On one hand I would have liked to have stayed home, but on the other it was somewhat warmer in Florida than Philadelphia. I say somewhat because Florida’s been having the coldest weather in 90 years. A co-worker also made the trip with me, being more of an annoyance than anything else. He’s the type that is constantly talking and whining about something or another, and somehow doesn’t seem to really listen to what others are talking about. We went to see “Avatar” in 3D the one night, and I hoped for a few hours of silence to enjoy the film. However, he managed to make comments from the start of the previews all the way through the ending credits. Fantastic movie by the way! If you haven’t seen it I highly recommend it. And make it the 3D version. It would be a very good movie in 2D, and the 3D is just beautiful. It’s not like older 3D films that were gimmicky with the effects, or that the effects were so bad that they seemed forced. No, the 3D was so real and life-like that I forgot it was in 3D – it was very natural and immersive.

Anyway, I tryed to keep up with the blogsphere last week with little success. Nothing new to speak about with crossdressing or other sexual antics. Last week I didn’t have much time for anything other than some “me” time after late dinners while surfing on-line. I’m back in Florida again this week so maybe I’ll have some time to have some fun. Hopefully this week will be much better. I’ll run a couple of the nights, maybe head up to the outlet mall one night (especially since Victoria’s Secret is having their semi-annual sale!). I could use a new pair of women’s jeans, and a new pair of heels are always fun.

Day 2 (posted on Day 3): I stared out yesterday afterwork planning to be good. I showered, changed, and went to the big Sawgrass Outlet Mall to do some Christmas shopping. And I stayed good there - only buying "work" panties (plain cotton whities that I wear under my work clothes) to replace the worn out ones, and a sweater at Banana Republic. Dinner was take-out from PF Changs, and the beer I drank while eating in my hotel room was a Santa's Butt porter. That's when trouble started. I had planned on just watching "Watchmen" last night and getting a good night's rest. The pint of beer with 8% ABV was just enough for me to start surfing the web while eating (and the panties I was wearing (and nothing else)) just added to my salacious thoughts. I watched a few porn vids and chatted with a few Yahoo chat friends. Then, just as I was ready to 'spill the beans', some malware started downloading on my laptop. So I spent the next 2 hours exorcising the demons. Kharma I guess.

Day 3 (today): Not much has gone right at work today. Maybe the afternoon will be more productive. It's been pouring down rain here too. I went out for lunch to a Cuban diner for take-out. Here's how the conversation went:

Me: "I'd like to order a choripan and a naranja to drink." (a Spanish sausage sandwich and a fresh-squeezed orange juice)
Cuban waitress : "Chicharron de pollo y dos naranja?" (marinated chicken chunks with rice & onions, a side of black beans, another side dish, and two orange juices)
Me: "No, una choripan and an oraange juice.
Her: "Una chicarron y dos naranja."
Me: "No." Me pointing to the menu at the choripan. "Una choripan."
Her: "Okay."

Ten minutes later I have an order of chicharron de pollo and I had to stop her from making the second orange juice. I thought about sending it back, but I had to get back to work. After eating about 1/2 a chicken and all of that rice, I'd have to say that was about the best chicken I've had in a very long time! I don't have room to eat the french fries and black beans. So maybe the afternoon will go better...

This week's trip - Day 1: A co-worker lent me the DVD "District 9". It's the science fictin movie about a group of aliens that come to Earth and are housed in slums in South Africa. Did you see it? The lead character reminds me of 'Michael Scott' from 'The Office'. It was an okay movie, a good rental. While I watched it I ate some sushi take-out and drank a Mad River Brewing Co. Steelhead Scotch sytle porter and a Lagunitas Brown Shugga' Ale. Both were very good. And I did all of this in my panties.

Treacle over at Stockings Addict Lingerie Blog is having a Christmas contest for a Kiss Me Deadly waist cincher. Go check it out!!

To continue my thoughts from the last post, the kicker for me is being alone while on these trips - something I hate. The appeal of the Internet is the easy way of connecting with others, and that then makes the idea of meeting people IRL even more tempting. Conversely, I like being around people, but hanging out with folks from work is the last thing I want to do on these trips. I'm not looking forward to January when one of my co-workers will be going with me for at least one of the trips.

So the trip for next week is booked, only four days instead of five. What's on the after work agenda? Running two or maybe three of the nights for sure. I do have some Christmas shopping to do, so I should plan a trip to the outlet mall. There is also a Jai Alai arena there. I've seen the sign while going to the airport and thought about going to see a match. And I've never driven through Ft. Lauderdale or Miami, so that could be something to do. There's a Blockbuster nearby, so there's renting a movie or two.

Might be making another trip next week for a couple of days - just tentative at this time. If I do go, I need to plan my time better. Last week I kind of let my lust guide my after-work activities. Sure, I ran two nights (and haven't' had a chance since then). But I want to do more that just run and hang out on the Internet all night. I can't make going to that Starbucks a too-frequent event - there's more to life than being "that weird guy." I wish there was some sort of fetish group that met there so I could be just one of many weird people.

Over the months I've been chatting with another crossdresser that lives very close to the hotel at which I stay. We've never met IRL, and I'm not sure he's seen any of the pictures I've posted here or at my FetLife profile. The small pictures I've seen of her are very nice - she makes a much better CD than me! We were supposed to meet last week while I was out on a run and shw was walking her dogs, but our paths didn't cross as I was looking for the wrong person. Anyway, we toyed about going to one of the adult stores or to one of the CD/TV nightclubs in the area. Part of me wants to, part of me doesn't. I mean, she's so much better looking than me in girl mode that I'd feel awkward as I'm not passable. And the thought of being with her at either of our places is kind of uncomfortable as I've never been alone with another CD before. Not to say that anything sexual would be on the agenda. I'd be more comfortable if there were another CD/TV or (even better and especially) a woman.

I've also been chatting with a M/F couple from FetLife. He's a Dom and she's his sub, and they were looking for someone to dominate by phone. After a few weeks of e-mails as Yahoo chats, we did speak by phone last week. They certainly fit my bill for compatiblity. I told them that if we were ever to meet, I'd be subservant to both of them, and I'd do anything to serve Her like a princess. So far it's been fun to play like this. Not sure if anything IRL will have the chance to happen.

Hmm, I've seemed to have lost a Follower, but I can't remember who.

Day 3. Here's the sports bra I bought for tonight's run.I first planned to wear this shirt on top of it, but the bra isn't very visible.

So I changed into this white shirt. A bit better.

And after the run - very visible. I know that at least one girl saw the bra when I ran past her and her boyfriend.

As you can see here, the color ran from my sweat.

And now I'm in these shorts.

Stripes

The socks are from American Apparel. They are so much better than the ones from Target.

How was your Thanksgiving? I ran a Turkey Trot 5K and came within 8 seconds of my personal record for that length. Next 5K I'll try to break it. Not much other news from the weekend.

Florida trip Day 1: I arrived at the airport earlier than usual due to the availability of my ride to the train station. I checked in and found that the airline rescheduled me to an earlier flight. Great! There was a slight delay getting on the plane, but it wasn't until everyone was on that they announced that, due to a change in the aircraft's original destination, they needed to unload some of the fuel. So we sat there for 1-1/2 hours. All in all, this "earlier" flight was only 20 minutes earlier than my original flight.

Tonight after work I ran a few miles with a bra under my shirt. It was visible in the light, but not in the dark that I ran in. I don't think anyone saw me. Tomorrow I'm planning to go to a sporting goods store to get a jogging bra and tank top. After showering I put on my black & white outfit - black stockings, black bra, white panties, white blouse, black pants - and went to buy a new pair of heels and then to the adult store. I wish they had a better selection of shoes. At the adult store I watched a movie in the arcade, something along the lines of a mother-daughter swap among friends. Later I went to a Starbucks for some coffee - and got a few good looks from a table of four girls and a table of an older couple. Now I'm having some 'me' time at the hotel room.

I know I haven't posted in a while, and the posts have been few and far between. I've spent more time commenting on others' blogs, and I was without Internet access for most of last week. I will try to post more. Separating my blog entries from my Facebook posts is another reason for the lack of posts. I'd post more here, but if someone were to stumble upon duplicate posts/pictures, my cover would be blown.

In a round-about way I'll just say that I've been an active runner in the last few months running longer races. And I won another award for one of my homebrews.

And my hopes for having some fun during my next trip to Florida may be hindered by a co-worker that wants to go there with me to do some other work at the plant. Up to today I was really looking forward to mixing crossdressing and running, taking some candid pictures, and just have some good 'ol naughty fun. Hopefully his wife will have to go out of town that week and he'll have to stay here.

Jamielin's post about crossdressing and running is very inspiring to me. He posted about a recent run where he wore a sports bra under his running shirt, pink anklet socks, and panties under running shorts. Earlier this year I went running a few times wearing a women's tank top and anklet socks. The top actually felt a lot better than most of the men's shirts I've worn. I wasn't more daring than that as I was running in the evening sun of the middle of the summer. Now that the days are much shorter, I think I should be able to be more daring under the cover of night.


I do have another business trip to Florida sometime before the year's end, so I'll plan a run wearing a sports bra under a running shirt, or maybe even getting a shimmel (a tank top with a built-in bra), anklet socks, and maybe I'll be able to find a pink pair of running shorts (or a running skort or skirt). And either before or after the run I'd have to go somewhere to buy some water and to see who notices my outfit. The hardest part about running in such an outfit would be, well, getting hard. A tight pair of panties under the shorts might help, or not, or just make it better!

Just thinking about this is making me very horny.

Contest: Gender Carnival!

I saw this over at Heartbreak Nymphomania. Go over to her blog and post your answer to the question "What does gender mean to YOU?" She's giving away some great adult toys (see her blog for complete details).

My answer: That’s a deep question. For me gender is more about the mind than the physical aspects of sex. I mean, the one who has the penis is the males sex, and the vagina the female sex (almost always). Gender is more about what that person thinks of themself. Does the person think themself a male or female, or some combination of both? Gender is also how they want to project themselves to others. Do they take on the stereotypical traits of the male or the female, or a combination? As a crossdresser, I’m male and I like to wear women’s clothes and shave my body hair to be more feminine. I take on some of the traits of women, but I’m obviously a man.

Wikipedia has a pretty good entry on it.

The weekend:

1. A week ago I bought a new TV, an HDTV, and this past weekend I picked up the HD cable box from the cable service. It took me most of Saturday and Sunday afternoon to connect the cable box, the VCR/DVD player, the TV, and the stereo together. The arrangement is not perfect, but it'll do for now. I can watch the HD channels, listen to CDs using the DVD player (I ran out of room for the stand-alone CD player), and listen to the TV through the stereo. The crutch in all this is the VCR/DVD player. I know, who still uses a VCR? (The same guy that still has about 60 music cassettes.) Since it's a combo device using just one set of cables doesn't do much good. In the perfect arrangement I'd have component cables from the DVD output to the TV, as well as the co-axial cable from the VCR output to the TV, and DVD audio output to the stereo. I just need more cables. I think if I use a DVI cable to connect the cable box to the TV and use the component cables on the DVD player I should be set. ramble, ramble, ramble... Anybody know if a DVI cable is better than component cables?

2. Not that there was much else to do. A pair of Nor'easters came up the coast Thursday and soaked the region with rain until Sunday morning. I did get a run in Sunday morning. That felt good as I didn't have time to run all week. I'll be running a 10K this coming weekend and I need to be in good form for it. The cute girl I usually run with won't be there.

3. A neighbor called to ask for some moving help Sunday afternoon. I sat around messing with the cables while I waited for him to call me back, but he never did.

4. Sex was on the menu Saturday morning! We had a good roll in the hay as they say. Just wish we have more time for it. I like having sex when I wake up in the morning, but she prefers it after showering. It's just too darn comfy in the bed for me to get out for all of that!

5. My sister called to say that they had some of the homebrew I gave them, but she couldn't tell me which one they drank, the bourbon barrel porter or the amber ale. Was it dark like coffee or lighter like iced tea? Did it taste like bourbon or more like regular beer? Nope, she couldn't remember what they drank. Oh well. I will be entering both into an upcoming competition later this month.

Here's some eye candy.

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Two posts in one day! As you ma=y have noticed I haven't been traveling since early September. This has been a good thing as it has allowed me to catch up on a lot of stuff that was getting put off due to traveling. At first this was great - I was tired of the constant back-and-forth, cramped flights, not sleeping in my own bed, etc. The up side was that I was accustomed to having lots of time to dress up in my girly clothes, go out for some fun in them, spend (probably too much) time masturbating and surfing the Interweb for porn and chats after work every night. Now I'm getting a bit antsy. I'm horny all the time, and it seems that in the last 6 weeks either 'Aunt Flow' has been at our house or one or both of us has some sort of cold. I'm starting to miss all the 'me' time I had.

No, I wouldn't want to trade this life for that. I just need a little bit of it. I want some time to go shopping for some new girl-clothes, to dress up, to edge for a long while.

Minimalist Meme

As taken from Leesa's blog

The rules: (1) You Can Only Use One Word; and (2) Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers.

1. Where is your cell phone? Pocket
2. Your hair? Short
3. Your mother? Forgets
4. Your father? Deaf
5. Your favorite food? Chocolate
6. Your dream last night? Cloudy
7. Your favorite drink? Homebrew
8. Your dream/goal? Homebrew
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Running
11. Your fear? Carnies
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Elsewhere
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. Something that you aren't? Doctor
15. Muffins? Corn
16. Wish list item? Porsche
17. Where did you grow up? Ohio
18. Last thing you did? Type
19. What are you wearing? Panties
20. Your TV? HD
21. Your pets? Fish
22. Friends? Reunion
23. Your life? Water
24. Your mood? Content
25. Missing someone? Joan
26. Vehicle? Honda
27. Something you're not wearing? Sweater
28. Your favorite store? Apple
29. Your favorite color? Red
30. When was the last time you laughed? Yesterday
31. Last time you cried? Yesterday
32. Your best friend?
33. One place that I go to over and over? Running
34. One person who emails me regularly? John
35. Favorite place to eat? Brewpub

I pass this along to the first six people who care to. Just let me know you did.

No, I'm not dead. I was outside the Interweb for most of last week. Hope to post something interesting this week.

I missed Dita's birthday too. Pictures at the link.

The shoe phone for the fashionable.

Who were you in a past life?

I saw this over at The Eternal List and thought it'd be fun to try. Here's my past life:

Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Mexico around the year 725. Your profession was that of a builder of houses, temples and cathedrals.

Your brief psychological profile in your past life: You had the mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Your environment often misunderstood you, but respected your knowledge.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Magic is everywhere around you, even in the most usual, most ordinary situations. Your lesson is to understand this magic and to help other people to see it, too. You are a magician!

Do you remember now?

So I was a female way back in 725? Maybe that's why I crossdress now. I wonder what women wore back then? Surely they did not have stockings! A builder - yes, I do like to build things. I am an engineer. Magician? Maybe not in the dictionary term. I do agree with the lesson of helping others to see things.

It was a busy weekend - birthday parties Saturday and Sunday afternoons, a get-together Saturday night, and I ran the Philadelphia Disatnce Run (1/2 marathon) on Sunday morning. Perfect weather all weekend long for everything. This was the second time I've run the PDR, and I was about 3 minutes slower this time. Not bad considering that I came down with a cold last Thursday. I ran well the first 8-9 miles, then my lungs started to tighten up and I couldn't keep up the pace. Another way to look at it is that I beat about 9,500 of the 12,000 people that finished the race.

As I mentioned in the previous post, Facebook has sucked me in and I'm spending too much time over there instead of here.

I haven't had to travel to Florida since August 21st, and I'm not sure when I'll be back there (maybe not until November or December). I was so busy on the last trip that I didn't have too much fun time to myself. However, I did go to American Apparel to buy a pair of thigh-high tube socks and found a nice pair of heels at another store. I was able to dress up that night and went to the area's adult store and picked up a small silicone masturbator - it's basically a thick silicone sleeve (outer diameter about the size of a beer can) with a small hole in the middle and ridges down the interior. I had only enough money in my pocket for it, and the owner threw in some lube for free, saying I've been a good customer (Thanks!). Driving back to the hotel I stopped at the Starbucks for a coffee. Not sure if anyone noticed the striped tube socks under my white pants, although a few women did notice my heels. Back at the hotel I stripped down to my lingerie, opened the masturbator and lube, pulled up some porn on the Internet and got busy. Wow! I never used one of these before, and now I can't think of why I haven't. Sure, it's not the real thing, but it sure feels better than just a hand. It was short enough, or I should say that I'm long enough, that on the down stroke the head of my cock would pop out the end. I used it to stroke the shaft, the head with short strokes, and both with long stokes. I've a very sensitive head and it took some concentration to keep my cool in the heat of things. If you've never used one on yourself or your partner, try it. Next time I'll post pictures.

My car turn over to 111,111 miles last month. The Honda will never die.

I was also at the Ohio State vs. Navy game on September 5th. Photo from my cell phone.
Yesterday I was a brewfest. Not a large one, and not that I needed to be at a larger fest.

Some of the local flora and fauna:

(should have cropped out the guy on the right)