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....
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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".
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, April 19, 2010
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!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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...).
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...).
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Chore by Damaris - Lingerie Collection
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1IyWwKioDU
Great panty video! You need to see it!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
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.
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.