Argh! Nothing interesting to post today or this week yet. It has been a crappy week. Oh, yes, the weekend was fine, but not the weekdays.
We went to Scranton, PA, for a wedding on a lake. Not a 'booze cruise' on Lake Wallenpapack a la "The Office". It was misting all day and on the cool side. This didn't put a hamper on the festivities, tho. A good time was had by all including myself. Some interesting observations: lots of women wearing sandals or flip-flops so I saw lots of feet, mostly cute. At one point during the day I noticed this girl who was wearing a white peasant dress. I first noticed the outline of the bottom of her panties - pretty high cut. Then as I looked closer, I noticed the top of her panties - pretty low cut. Then I noticed her face - she looked about 18 or so. Realizing my pervy thoughts, I moved along. Later in the day I saw her talking to a small boy and I assumed it was her brother. Wrong - I then noticed the wedding ring and diamond on her left hand and her husband next to her. My previous guilt cleared and I went back to looking at her panties.
The past two days have been full of more crappy weather. Full of crappy stuff at work. The tests that we're trying to complete just aren't going as well as everyone had thought. We're trying to put the pieces together to figure out what's going wrong, so there is still some time for it to ruin my vacation this Thursday through Monday. Argh! And it just seems like the pieces aren't fitting together yet. Luckily, thanks to the links I've been keeping along the right, I have some good ol' porn to brighten my mood at home.
Speaking of the list of links, I need to make some updates as I've accumulated a lot of new links to post. If you have one that you'd like to see, or one that you'd like me to remove, just let me know.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Something Completely Different
Not sure how I surfed into this site Ultimate Surrender but it is kind of interesting. Lesbian nude wrestling sex. The free previews are enough to give me a chubby. Its tough for me to say how "authentic" the wrestling moves are as I've never been a wrestler. I'm sure much of the time one girl is allowing the other to put holds on her rather than fight back as the kissing, licking, and fingering look to be very welcome by either opponent. It says that the loser gets fucked by the winner, but that doesn't seem to me to be that bad of a deal.
I've heard about submissive men wanting to be wrestled by dominant women. Its not my cup of tea. After seeing this site, however, I can start to see the appeal as it includes many of my fetishes. Dominant women - check. Humiliation - check. Close contact with her legs - check. Fondling and being fondled - check and check.
I can imagine the scene going something like this: I've been caught buying women's clothes while at a mall. The two girls that caught me also noticed that I was wearing women's clothes. They tease and taunt me, and finally have a female security guard take me away. I'm embarrassed and a bit scared of what will happen next. The "guard" tells me that I'm in a lot of trouble as there were some complaints about me. I tell her that I've never had any complaints or caused any trouble for as long as I've been buying women's clothes. She laughs at me and becomes meaner. She calls me many names and raises her voice. She starts to get physical by poking and slapping me. She calls me a wimp and says that I'm not man enough to handle a real woman. I protest and ask what I can do to reconcile the situation. She leaves the small room I'm in. Its very cold and the lights are very bright. The metal chair is uncomfortable. There is a large mirror on one wall opposite the door.
I'm in there for what seems like a very long time. Suddenly, the door opens. The "guard" and the two girls from the mall walk in. "Is this the guy?" the guard asks them. "Yes, that't the pervert!" one girl says, "What an asshole." The other girl just looks at me, studying my clothes, but not making eye contact. The guard shouts at me "You think you're better than these women?! Don't you?! Answer me!" I try to answer and she cuts me off. "You're not! Any woman could beat you to a pulp. You make me sick, you're such a wimp!" she shouts again. I try to answer again and she slaps me across the face. I try to protest again and she hits me again. "You're fucked," she shouts at me.
They leave as suddenly as they entered. A long time later the guard comes back in. "The women are letting you off easy, against my advice," she says. I think that I'm going to get to go home and stand up. She immediately throws a small duffel bag at me. "You'll have to change into these things and be ready in 5 minutes," she says and leaves.
I open the bag and find a red soft-cup bra, red string bikini panties with side ties, a tight fitting women's white tank top and women's white nylon gym shorts. I'm wondering what they are for when she opens the door. "Come on, hurry up! You're a real fuck aren't you?!" she scowls at me. I quickly strip off all of the clothes I have on - a pair of women's heeled loafers, black women's chinos from Banana Republic, black pantyhose, a white blouse, white camisole, and a white bra. I notice that the cold air has caused considerable shrinkage. I slip on the clothes, all of which are about one size too small. The guard immediately opens the door, grabs my arm and pushes me around into another room.
The lights are bright in the center of the room and very dim around the fringe. On one side I can see a window into the room in which I was being held. All I can see is the floor that looks like a wrestling mat - white rubber with a large circle. I can't see much else although I can hear people talking. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize they must have seen everything that happened in there, including me chaning clothes. I try to hide behind the guard, and she shoves me into the center of the circle. The people in the crowd start to giggle, laugh, and whistle. I'm still not sure what's going on. I hear a bell ring and a woman steps out of the darkness into the ring. She's dressed similarly as me, but her clothes fit her much better. She's a petite blonde with a ponytail, well proportioned, showing a strength without being too ripped. "What are we doing..." I start to say and the bell rings again loudly.
She lunges at me, grabs my wrist, twists my arm and raises it upwards. The pain makes me bend over. Before I know it, she lets go of my arm, kicks my legs from under me, and I land on my back. She grabs my arm again and forces me onto my stomach, pulling my arm behind me and lifting my chin up with her other hand. Someone comes over and yells "point" or something like that. The girl on top of me lets go, lays on top of me, and puts me in a head lock with one arm. "Pussy!" she yells into my ear. She uses her other arm to rip away my tank top. "Point" I hear again. As she releases me, the bell rings again. She leaves me in the center of the mat breathless.
Just as I'm gaining any sense of composure, the bell rings again. She comes running at me and knocks me down like a linebacker. She's very fast and agile, putting me in wrestling holds one after another, followed by someone yelling "Point!" My shorts are ripped away from me when she has my torso in a scissor lock with her legs. "Pussy!" she screams at me again. I get enough sense to try to fight back. I'm no match for her skills, but I am a good 10" taller and 85 lbs heavier. I manage to get her under me on her stomach. I pause to catch my breath. "Fight like a real woman, or are you just a girly-boy?" she growls between her teeth. "What do you mean?" I manage to ask as she locks her legs around mine. "You are a pussy! If you want to win, you have to get me naked!" she shouts as she manages to grab my bra.
She flips me over. I grab for her bra through her tank top and manage to pull it off. This just angers her more. I try to flip her over, but she's too quick. I'm on the floor in another head lock with her legs around my waist. With her free hand she pulls the ties on one side of my string bikini, exposing my shaved cock and balls. She moves one leg down to hold back my leg, then she grabs my cock. Now I'm confused. I thought we were fighting. Now she's stroking my stiffening cock. "Double point!" I hear from somewhere. The bell rings. I'm left in the ring in nothing but a bra, my cock at half-mast. More cat calls from around the ring.
The bell rings again. She again comes at me fast. I manage to deflect her rush and knock her over. I grab her shorts and rip them off. "Foul!" I hear. The ref says that I must have her in a hold to rip off any clothing. She then swats my ass with a wooden paddle. My opponent pulls my legs down, rolls me onto my back, then locks her thighs around my head with her head at my stomach. I'm trying to breath and unlock her legs with my hands. I can smell her sweet aroma. She again goes for my cock, stroking it harder and harder with one hand, the other locked around my balls. It is starting to feel good, but I can't relax with her legs around my head. I grab her bikini and pull it open. She doesn't let go. I grab the bra and pull it off. No dice. She keeps stroking my cock. The mix of pleasure and pain is exhilarating. I want to relax and fully enjoy the sensations of the handjob, but relaxing means ... what? I'm not sure what losing the match will mean.
I slap her ass once, twice, three times with one hand as that's all I can think of. I feel her legs loosen a bit, then lock again. I slap her ass again and again and again, both cheeks. She loosens enough that I break free. I look at her and she has a possessed look in her eyes. She lunges at me, locking her arms around my waist, her face up against my cock. I try to bend over her and lock my arms around her waist. If I can pick her up, I'll have her, I think to myself. Too late, she beats me to it. She straightens up and flips me over. The wind's been knocked out of me and I'm seeing stars. She's on top of me again, one foot under my chin pushing my head all the way back, the other hooked under my knee pulling it toward my head. One of her hands is back on my cock, stroking it very roughly, the other is pinching my nipples. I can't see her, but I use my hands to feel up her leg. With her legs open I get one hand on her pussy and start to stroke it. She's very wet and I get a finger in.
I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. I'm thinking that maybe if I can get her to cum she'll release me. Wrong! She instead pushes my head back with more force from her foot. She attacks my cock, spitting on it and jerking it with both hands. I'm straining to keep it together. "Cum, you fuck, cum!!" she yells at me. "Damn it! I told you to cum! You pussy bitch! Now cum you fuck!" I can't shake her off and can't hold back the surging wave of cum. I feel the spasms in my cock and balls as the semen erupts from me. She keeps jerking me, the cum making me and her hand slick.
The bell rings several times. The ref comes out and lifts her arm up. "Winner!!" she shouts and the people watching cheer and shout. She lets me go and I lay there, exhausted from the wrestling and the intense orgasm. Before I know it, I feel someone pulling me off of the floor. I'm pushed over a small padded bench and my wrists are tied down. The bench is sloped so my head is lower than my ass. My legs are parted and tied. A ball gag is strapped onto me. There is a lot of cheering and shouting. I look around and see my opponent strapping on a dildo and harness. She circles around me, stroking the fallus and smiling to the audience. She grabs my ass with both hands, then gives me a few hard swats. "Is that what you like, bitch? You almost had me during the match if only you kept spanking me," she whispered into my ear. She hit my ass harder a few more times, enough to make me grunt in pain.
She then poured lube all over my ass, it ran down my back and legs. I could feel the dildo at my ass. She gave me a few light thrusts to get open it up, then sunk it in deep. I let out a loud groan. She waited a few seconds then began stroking it in and out of me. Long slow strokes followed by short fast strikes. She smacked my ass as she did this to the delight of the crowd. My cock was now erect and moving with her strokes. Knowing that her dildo would never go flacid, I wondered when this would end. It wasn't just a dildo she was using. She turned on the vibrator at low intensity and dialed it up as time passed. Many minutes later I was beginning to relax and almost enjoyed the ass fucking I was receiving when she stopped. If I were able to see her face and body, I would have seen them become flush with the orgasm she was having.
She stopped and the crowd cheered for her. She pulled out of me and sat on my back. I could see people, no, they were all women, coming out onto the floor around us. My view was limited to their legs and feet due to the position I was in, not that I minded. They congratulated her and talked for a while. I was being treated as nothing more that furniture. Every once in a while I received a swat on my ass or a hand feels up my cock and balls. They all leave and I'm left alone. The guard comes in, unties me, and throws my clothes at me. "You are a fuck, aren't you?" she asks as she leaves.
I've heard about submissive men wanting to be wrestled by dominant women. Its not my cup of tea. After seeing this site, however, I can start to see the appeal as it includes many of my fetishes. Dominant women - check. Humiliation - check. Close contact with her legs - check. Fondling and being fondled - check and check.
I can imagine the scene going something like this: I've been caught buying women's clothes while at a mall. The two girls that caught me also noticed that I was wearing women's clothes. They tease and taunt me, and finally have a female security guard take me away. I'm embarrassed and a bit scared of what will happen next. The "guard" tells me that I'm in a lot of trouble as there were some complaints about me. I tell her that I've never had any complaints or caused any trouble for as long as I've been buying women's clothes. She laughs at me and becomes meaner. She calls me many names and raises her voice. She starts to get physical by poking and slapping me. She calls me a wimp and says that I'm not man enough to handle a real woman. I protest and ask what I can do to reconcile the situation. She leaves the small room I'm in. Its very cold and the lights are very bright. The metal chair is uncomfortable. There is a large mirror on one wall opposite the door.
I'm in there for what seems like a very long time. Suddenly, the door opens. The "guard" and the two girls from the mall walk in. "Is this the guy?" the guard asks them. "Yes, that't the pervert!" one girl says, "What an asshole." The other girl just looks at me, studying my clothes, but not making eye contact. The guard shouts at me "You think you're better than these women?! Don't you?! Answer me!" I try to answer and she cuts me off. "You're not! Any woman could beat you to a pulp. You make me sick, you're such a wimp!" she shouts again. I try to answer again and she slaps me across the face. I try to protest again and she hits me again. "You're fucked," she shouts at me.
They leave as suddenly as they entered. A long time later the guard comes back in. "The women are letting you off easy, against my advice," she says. I think that I'm going to get to go home and stand up. She immediately throws a small duffel bag at me. "You'll have to change into these things and be ready in 5 minutes," she says and leaves.
I open the bag and find a red soft-cup bra, red string bikini panties with side ties, a tight fitting women's white tank top and women's white nylon gym shorts. I'm wondering what they are for when she opens the door. "Come on, hurry up! You're a real fuck aren't you?!" she scowls at me. I quickly strip off all of the clothes I have on - a pair of women's heeled loafers, black women's chinos from Banana Republic, black pantyhose, a white blouse, white camisole, and a white bra. I notice that the cold air has caused considerable shrinkage. I slip on the clothes, all of which are about one size too small. The guard immediately opens the door, grabs my arm and pushes me around into another room.
The lights are bright in the center of the room and very dim around the fringe. On one side I can see a window into the room in which I was being held. All I can see is the floor that looks like a wrestling mat - white rubber with a large circle. I can't see much else although I can hear people talking. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize they must have seen everything that happened in there, including me chaning clothes. I try to hide behind the guard, and she shoves me into the center of the circle. The people in the crowd start to giggle, laugh, and whistle. I'm still not sure what's going on. I hear a bell ring and a woman steps out of the darkness into the ring. She's dressed similarly as me, but her clothes fit her much better. She's a petite blonde with a ponytail, well proportioned, showing a strength without being too ripped. "What are we doing..." I start to say and the bell rings again loudly.
She lunges at me, grabs my wrist, twists my arm and raises it upwards. The pain makes me bend over. Before I know it, she lets go of my arm, kicks my legs from under me, and I land on my back. She grabs my arm again and forces me onto my stomach, pulling my arm behind me and lifting my chin up with her other hand. Someone comes over and yells "point" or something like that. The girl on top of me lets go, lays on top of me, and puts me in a head lock with one arm. "Pussy!" she yells into my ear. She uses her other arm to rip away my tank top. "Point" I hear again. As she releases me, the bell rings again. She leaves me in the center of the mat breathless.
Just as I'm gaining any sense of composure, the bell rings again. She comes running at me and knocks me down like a linebacker. She's very fast and agile, putting me in wrestling holds one after another, followed by someone yelling "Point!" My shorts are ripped away from me when she has my torso in a scissor lock with her legs. "Pussy!" she screams at me again. I get enough sense to try to fight back. I'm no match for her skills, but I am a good 10" taller and 85 lbs heavier. I manage to get her under me on her stomach. I pause to catch my breath. "Fight like a real woman, or are you just a girly-boy?" she growls between her teeth. "What do you mean?" I manage to ask as she locks her legs around mine. "You are a pussy! If you want to win, you have to get me naked!" she shouts as she manages to grab my bra.
She flips me over. I grab for her bra through her tank top and manage to pull it off. This just angers her more. I try to flip her over, but she's too quick. I'm on the floor in another head lock with her legs around my waist. With her free hand she pulls the ties on one side of my string bikini, exposing my shaved cock and balls. She moves one leg down to hold back my leg, then she grabs my cock. Now I'm confused. I thought we were fighting. Now she's stroking my stiffening cock. "Double point!" I hear from somewhere. The bell rings. I'm left in the ring in nothing but a bra, my cock at half-mast. More cat calls from around the ring.
The bell rings again. She again comes at me fast. I manage to deflect her rush and knock her over. I grab her shorts and rip them off. "Foul!" I hear. The ref says that I must have her in a hold to rip off any clothing. She then swats my ass with a wooden paddle. My opponent pulls my legs down, rolls me onto my back, then locks her thighs around my head with her head at my stomach. I'm trying to breath and unlock her legs with my hands. I can smell her sweet aroma. She again goes for my cock, stroking it harder and harder with one hand, the other locked around my balls. It is starting to feel good, but I can't relax with her legs around my head. I grab her bikini and pull it open. She doesn't let go. I grab the bra and pull it off. No dice. She keeps stroking my cock. The mix of pleasure and pain is exhilarating. I want to relax and fully enjoy the sensations of the handjob, but relaxing means ... what? I'm not sure what losing the match will mean.
I slap her ass once, twice, three times with one hand as that's all I can think of. I feel her legs loosen a bit, then lock again. I slap her ass again and again and again, both cheeks. She loosens enough that I break free. I look at her and she has a possessed look in her eyes. She lunges at me, locking her arms around my waist, her face up against my cock. I try to bend over her and lock my arms around her waist. If I can pick her up, I'll have her, I think to myself. Too late, she beats me to it. She straightens up and flips me over. The wind's been knocked out of me and I'm seeing stars. She's on top of me again, one foot under my chin pushing my head all the way back, the other hooked under my knee pulling it toward my head. One of her hands is back on my cock, stroking it very roughly, the other is pinching my nipples. I can't see her, but I use my hands to feel up her leg. With her legs open I get one hand on her pussy and start to stroke it. She's very wet and I get a finger in.
I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. I'm thinking that maybe if I can get her to cum she'll release me. Wrong! She instead pushes my head back with more force from her foot. She attacks my cock, spitting on it and jerking it with both hands. I'm straining to keep it together. "Cum, you fuck, cum!!" she yells at me. "Damn it! I told you to cum! You pussy bitch! Now cum you fuck!" I can't shake her off and can't hold back the surging wave of cum. I feel the spasms in my cock and balls as the semen erupts from me. She keeps jerking me, the cum making me and her hand slick.
The bell rings several times. The ref comes out and lifts her arm up. "Winner!!" she shouts and the people watching cheer and shout. She lets me go and I lay there, exhausted from the wrestling and the intense orgasm. Before I know it, I feel someone pulling me off of the floor. I'm pushed over a small padded bench and my wrists are tied down. The bench is sloped so my head is lower than my ass. My legs are parted and tied. A ball gag is strapped onto me. There is a lot of cheering and shouting. I look around and see my opponent strapping on a dildo and harness. She circles around me, stroking the fallus and smiling to the audience. She grabs my ass with both hands, then gives me a few hard swats. "Is that what you like, bitch? You almost had me during the match if only you kept spanking me," she whispered into my ear. She hit my ass harder a few more times, enough to make me grunt in pain.
She then poured lube all over my ass, it ran down my back and legs. I could feel the dildo at my ass. She gave me a few light thrusts to get open it up, then sunk it in deep. I let out a loud groan. She waited a few seconds then began stroking it in and out of me. Long slow strokes followed by short fast strikes. She smacked my ass as she did this to the delight of the crowd. My cock was now erect and moving with her strokes. Knowing that her dildo would never go flacid, I wondered when this would end. It wasn't just a dildo she was using. She turned on the vibrator at low intensity and dialed it up as time passed. Many minutes later I was beginning to relax and almost enjoyed the ass fucking I was receiving when she stopped. If I were able to see her face and body, I would have seen them become flush with the orgasm she was having.
She stopped and the crowd cheered for her. She pulled out of me and sat on my back. I could see people, no, they were all women, coming out onto the floor around us. My view was limited to their legs and feet due to the position I was in, not that I minded. They congratulated her and talked for a while. I was being treated as nothing more that furniture. Every once in a while I received a swat on my ass or a hand feels up my cock and balls. They all leave and I'm left alone. The guard comes in, unties me, and throws my clothes at me. "You are a fuck, aren't you?" she asks as she leaves.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Race Report and Other Thoughts
I ran another 5K last week. (This was in addition to the 10-13 miles I run every week.) The course was the same as another 5K I ran earlier this year. Surprisingly, my time was 1 second faster this time. Pure chance as I don’t think I could have done this had I planned it. Had I known this, I would have ran harder. I was trying to run faster, not because of time, but to catch up to the girl that I befriended over the last few races. I noticed over the past few races that we have similar paces. One race I beat her by about a minute, another race she beat me by 8 seconds, and at this race she beat me by 25 seconds. We started out near each other, but with the number of people in the race at varying paces, she pulled out ahead early on. Her ponytail was always in sight, but I was never able to catch up no matter how much I tried. I wonder if she was trying to school me. I didn’t get a chance to talk with her much before the race, and not at all after it as there was a group from work that also ran in it. The next race where I might see her is in October.
Life has been very busy lately. Not too busy for the occasional bout of sex, but too busy for some ‘me’ time (i.e., edging). And I really need some ‘me’ time. In a bad way. In a “get naked, get out the porn (Leg Show magazines & computer files), get out the lube, get out my crossdressing clothes, and masturbate for hours” type of way. Actually, the day (and I do mean a whole day) needs to start with some shopping. Reading Panty Fiend’s blog lately has really made me mad about buying some new panties. And the fall fashions are coming out.
So, I’d start the day showering, shaving, moisturizing, and then dressing in a nice pair of panties, stockings or pantyhose, bra, camisole, women’s khakis or jeans, and low heels. Then out to the malls. I’d go to the usual places – Victoria’s Secret, American Eagle, New York & Co., Express, The Gap, Banana Republic, Aldo, Target – as I’d like to buy some more lingerie, so pants/jeans, blouses, and shoes. Maybe a stop at a coffee shop. Maybe even a stop at the local Adult store for a new DVD, some lube, or a toy. These activities would certainly rev up my engines for several hours of edging once I return home.
Once home I’d strip back down and put on the new clothes. Maybe take a few pictures along the way. All of this time I’d be edging. I’d sit or lay back and look at my porn in the various formats and edge, and edge, and edge. I’d change lingerie every so often. The tactile sensations elicited by the lingerie adds to experience. I might surf the Internet to find some new porn pictures or videos. I might log into a chat room to chat with others about sex have chat sex. After all of this, and several hours of edging, I may call a certain phone sex line in order to cum. There’s nothing like listening to a woman’s voice while masturbating, especially if she’s giving me instructions or making suggestions (I like a dominant woman). I get pretty vocal while masturbating to her voice, even more so when reaching orgasm.
After all of this, I’m usually pretty well worn out. I’ll take another shower, and get something to eat and drink. If its not too late, I may get redressed and go back out to a coffee shop to relax for a while. Once I return home, I’d masturbate again before going to bed.
Life has been very busy lately. Not too busy for the occasional bout of sex, but too busy for some ‘me’ time (i.e., edging). And I really need some ‘me’ time. In a bad way. In a “get naked, get out the porn (Leg Show magazines & computer files), get out the lube, get out my crossdressing clothes, and masturbate for hours” type of way. Actually, the day (and I do mean a whole day) needs to start with some shopping. Reading Panty Fiend’s blog lately has really made me mad about buying some new panties. And the fall fashions are coming out.
So, I’d start the day showering, shaving, moisturizing, and then dressing in a nice pair of panties, stockings or pantyhose, bra, camisole, women’s khakis or jeans, and low heels. Then out to the malls. I’d go to the usual places – Victoria’s Secret, American Eagle, New York & Co., Express, The Gap, Banana Republic, Aldo, Target – as I’d like to buy some more lingerie, so pants/jeans, blouses, and shoes. Maybe a stop at a coffee shop. Maybe even a stop at the local Adult store for a new DVD, some lube, or a toy. These activities would certainly rev up my engines for several hours of edging once I return home.
Once home I’d strip back down and put on the new clothes. Maybe take a few pictures along the way. All of this time I’d be edging. I’d sit or lay back and look at my porn in the various formats and edge, and edge, and edge. I’d change lingerie every so often. The tactile sensations elicited by the lingerie adds to experience. I might surf the Internet to find some new porn pictures or videos. I might log into a chat room to chat with others about sex have chat sex. After all of this, and several hours of edging, I may call a certain phone sex line in order to cum. There’s nothing like listening to a woman’s voice while masturbating, especially if she’s giving me instructions or making suggestions (I like a dominant woman). I get pretty vocal while masturbating to her voice, even more so when reaching orgasm.
After all of this, I’m usually pretty well worn out. I’ll take another shower, and get something to eat and drink. If its not too late, I may get redressed and go back out to a coffee shop to relax for a while. Once I return home, I’d masturbate again before going to bed.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Vacation Report
Argh! The Monday morning after 9 days of vacation is the toughest day of the week. I was so getting used to sleeping in until 8AM. That 5:30AM alarm this morning interrupted some prime sleeping time.
Anyway, my vacation was great. We went to Avalon / Stone Harbor, NJ. We go about the same week every year and it seems to be a very lucky week to go. Last week was the Heat Wave that gripped most of the country. A few years ago we missed the blackout that hit most of the North East. It was hot “down the Shore” last week as well, but the heat was more bearable being able to slip into the pool or jump into the Atlantic Ocean whenever I got too hot. The ocean temperature was cool during the week up until Saturday. When the winds shifted around, the ocean temperature warmed to almost bath-water temperature, and the pool was almost too warm. My diet consisted mostly of seafood, ice cream, and beer.
There are a few things I look forward to when we go to the Shore. First, naturally, is the sight of all those women in bikinis. I think the bikini is the perfect swimsuit for almost all women. (The exceptions being the greatly obese.) I hear about the grueling experience of swimsuit shopping women go through – it has to cover this, it has to support that, etc. All for nothing in my mind. Just buy the bikini. Men are not going to avoid looking at, or approaching, a woman because her swimsuit is not a color of his liking, or it doesn’t cover that scar, or it makes her thighs look fat. We’re much more shallow that that. There’s nary a woman that I didn’t think looked great no matter her age or shape. The only problem I had, if it is a problem, was looking a woman, thinking “Wow! She has a great ass and legs!”, only to find that when she turned around, I could then tell by looking at her face that she was 16-18 years old. D’oh!
I would have liked to have worn a Speedo-style swim-suit, however, this being a family-oriented part of NJ and the fact that I’m neither Canadian nor gay, decorum dictated that I wear the longer surfer-style suits. Now I have an untanned section of skin from my waist almost down to my knees. Cinders and ashes!
There’s one pancake house that I really like to eat at (I’ll avoid naming the place lest the search engines bring unwanted visitors here. It’s a small chain along the Jersey Shore.) The food is great. The waitresses are even better! They are all women in their late teens and early twenties. Their uniform consists of white sneakers and white tennis dresses that are heavenly to behold. The dresses are short (mini-skirt length) so as to show off their long and tan legs. That would be enough to satisfy me any day of the year. However, the dresses are also thin enough that their panties are easily visible through them. Yep, I’m a perv. The one day we were there I got a great seat at a great table – right up front near the kitchen. Most people would hate this as there is a lot of activity and noise. Not me. The waitresses line up along the counter to fetch the plates of hot pancakes – great for panty viewing. I’m sure they know that people can see them – kudos to the owner for picking out the uniform! Most of the waitresses were wearing white briefs, a few had on white string bikinis, and a couple had white panties with colored piping outlining them or words written across the back (couldn’t quite make out what the words were, tho). The one older (late 30’s) waitress was wearing granny panties – argh!
The other things I like about the shore are eating ice cream and drinking beer every day. Not that there’s anything from preventing me from doing this at home, but at the shore I can be more decadent. There’s a wealth of mom & pop ice cream shops along with a few chain stores. One could eat at a different place every night and still have another week’s worth of places to visit. I did. The beer selection at any of the bars or stores is not great by any means. However, in NJ one can buy beer by the six-pack, not just by the case as in PA. I was able to find a couple of beers that I had not sampled previously. I read a lot as well. My preference for Shore reading are science fiction short-story anthologies. Most of the stories are just long enough to read before needing to take a dip or go for a walk.
Anyway, my vacation was great. We went to Avalon / Stone Harbor, NJ. We go about the same week every year and it seems to be a very lucky week to go. Last week was the Heat Wave that gripped most of the country. A few years ago we missed the blackout that hit most of the North East. It was hot “down the Shore” last week as well, but the heat was more bearable being able to slip into the pool or jump into the Atlantic Ocean whenever I got too hot. The ocean temperature was cool during the week up until Saturday. When the winds shifted around, the ocean temperature warmed to almost bath-water temperature, and the pool was almost too warm. My diet consisted mostly of seafood, ice cream, and beer.
There are a few things I look forward to when we go to the Shore. First, naturally, is the sight of all those women in bikinis. I think the bikini is the perfect swimsuit for almost all women. (The exceptions being the greatly obese.) I hear about the grueling experience of swimsuit shopping women go through – it has to cover this, it has to support that, etc. All for nothing in my mind. Just buy the bikini. Men are not going to avoid looking at, or approaching, a woman because her swimsuit is not a color of his liking, or it doesn’t cover that scar, or it makes her thighs look fat. We’re much more shallow that that. There’s nary a woman that I didn’t think looked great no matter her age or shape. The only problem I had, if it is a problem, was looking a woman, thinking “Wow! She has a great ass and legs!”, only to find that when she turned around, I could then tell by looking at her face that she was 16-18 years old. D’oh!
I would have liked to have worn a Speedo-style swim-suit, however, this being a family-oriented part of NJ and the fact that I’m neither Canadian nor gay, decorum dictated that I wear the longer surfer-style suits. Now I have an untanned section of skin from my waist almost down to my knees. Cinders and ashes!
There’s one pancake house that I really like to eat at (I’ll avoid naming the place lest the search engines bring unwanted visitors here. It’s a small chain along the Jersey Shore.) The food is great. The waitresses are even better! They are all women in their late teens and early twenties. Their uniform consists of white sneakers and white tennis dresses that are heavenly to behold. The dresses are short (mini-skirt length) so as to show off their long and tan legs. That would be enough to satisfy me any day of the year. However, the dresses are also thin enough that their panties are easily visible through them. Yep, I’m a perv. The one day we were there I got a great seat at a great table – right up front near the kitchen. Most people would hate this as there is a lot of activity and noise. Not me. The waitresses line up along the counter to fetch the plates of hot pancakes – great for panty viewing. I’m sure they know that people can see them – kudos to the owner for picking out the uniform! Most of the waitresses were wearing white briefs, a few had on white string bikinis, and a couple had white panties with colored piping outlining them or words written across the back (couldn’t quite make out what the words were, tho). The one older (late 30’s) waitress was wearing granny panties – argh!
The other things I like about the shore are eating ice cream and drinking beer every day. Not that there’s anything from preventing me from doing this at home, but at the shore I can be more decadent. There’s a wealth of mom & pop ice cream shops along with a few chain stores. One could eat at a different place every night and still have another week’s worth of places to visit. I did. The beer selection at any of the bars or stores is not great by any means. However, in NJ one can buy beer by the six-pack, not just by the case as in PA. I was able to find a couple of beers that I had not sampled previously. I read a lot as well. My preference for Shore reading are science fiction short-story anthologies. Most of the stories are just long enough to read before needing to take a dip or go for a walk.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
An American Heavy Metal Weekend
I heard that song on the radio the other day and its been stuck in my head. Do you know the name of the group sings it? Its kind of obscure, so I’d be surprised if you did without having to search for it on the web.
Race Report: It was awesome! I felt a whole lot better by yesterday. Even though I hadn’t run in a week, I figured I’d give it the old college try (that and the fact that I had pre-registered so I at least needed to pick up the t-shirt). It was a cross-country trail run in at a nearby state park. I’d been to the park before, but never to run. I’m glad I had no idea what was in store for me. Run, run, run, up some small hills, down some small hills, over tall grass, rocks, and tree roots. Nothing too tough.
Then a trail guide points to go up a hill. Up, up, up, we go. I see a guy 30 yrds in front of me stop running and start walking. I see that the trail crosses a road. I see that the trail keeps going up – and I can’t see the top of the hill. Argh! My thighs are starting to burn. I hear someone coming up from behind me. Gotta keep moving. Finally, I reach the top and enjoy some rest as I run down the other side of the hill.
The rest of the course was not as demonic as that hill. The girl that was behind me now caught up to me. I tried to run with her for the last half-mile but couldn’t keep up. (Little known fact: she and I have been running at about the same pace in a hand full of races this year, so I try to finish ahead of her.) I finally cross the finish line about 3 minutes past my usual 5K time. Everyone is complaining about that hill. Once I stopped running I noticed I was completely soaked in sweat. My mind was so focused on a) the big hill, and b) that girl’s ass, that I didn’t realize how hot it was last night.
Exercise like that always makes me horny. Once I got home, tho, I was so beat that I couldn’t act upon those feelings. Maybe today…
Race Report: It was awesome! I felt a whole lot better by yesterday. Even though I hadn’t run in a week, I figured I’d give it the old college try (that and the fact that I had pre-registered so I at least needed to pick up the t-shirt). It was a cross-country trail run in at a nearby state park. I’d been to the park before, but never to run. I’m glad I had no idea what was in store for me. Run, run, run, up some small hills, down some small hills, over tall grass, rocks, and tree roots. Nothing too tough.
Then a trail guide points to go up a hill. Up, up, up, we go. I see a guy 30 yrds in front of me stop running and start walking. I see that the trail crosses a road. I see that the trail keeps going up – and I can’t see the top of the hill. Argh! My thighs are starting to burn. I hear someone coming up from behind me. Gotta keep moving. Finally, I reach the top and enjoy some rest as I run down the other side of the hill.
The rest of the course was not as demonic as that hill. The girl that was behind me now caught up to me. I tried to run with her for the last half-mile but couldn’t keep up. (Little known fact: she and I have been running at about the same pace in a hand full of races this year, so I try to finish ahead of her.) I finally cross the finish line about 3 minutes past my usual 5K time. Everyone is complaining about that hill. Once I stopped running I noticed I was completely soaked in sweat. My mind was so focused on a) the big hill, and b) that girl’s ass, that I didn’t realize how hot it was last night.
Exercise like that always makes me horny. Once I got home, tho, I was so beat that I couldn’t act upon those feelings. Maybe today…
Monday, July 24, 2006
Sick Days
I woke up Saturday morning not in the best shape. After eating breakfast (yogurt, bagel, OJ) I started getting aches & pains in all of my joints, bloating in the GI tract, and a related unmentionable output. I spent the day on the couch in pain. I think it may be some sort of stomach flu, but I haven’t had a fever (or at least one that is noticeable). Didn’t miss much as it rained most of the day. I felt a little bit better on Sunday, enough to go to Mass and then mow the lawn. After that, then I started feeling like crap again. I managed to get to Whole Foods for organic yogurt and kefir in hopes of replenishing my intestinal bacteria, as well as some soup. Today, I feel a bit better, about 70%. I just hope I’m better in time for Wednesday’s 5K race after work, and then vacation next week.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Giddy as a Schoolgirl
That's what I become when I'm around very beautiful women. Even if its just for a moment, say at the bank or grocery store. I start to fumble, stutter, loose my train of thought, and have a hard time maintaining any sort of eye contact. Kind of like Clark Kent (from the Christopher Reeves-era Superman). Just today I spoke to a friend that I'd not seen in a while or at least not just in passing. She's at least ten years younger than me and I had met her about five years ago. Even back then when we'd talk I'd always think to myself "Argh! Can't I think of something more interesting to talk about than the weather or the price of tea in China?!" Luckily, another common friend was with her today so he kept the conversation intelligent. Man, is she a hottie!
Back to running. The storms that hit Pennsylvania Tuesday night left some wide spread power outages and lots of downed trees. Due to this, a 5K that I was set to run on Wednesday was cancelled as the police weren’t able to provide adequate traffic control for it. Bummer. I was all set to run a good race yesterday. They’re going to reschedule it. I just hope its not while I’m on vacation in a couple weeks. This year a bunch of the race organizers met and decided to have a county race series. The more races one runs, the better chance for winning a prize. If one enters a certain number of races this year, they’ll pay the entry fee for one race next year. I just checked the rankings. Of the 2,500 people who’ve run at least one of the five races in the series this year, there are about 50 that have run a majority of the races, me included. So my chances of winning some sort of prize may actually be pretty good.
Back to running. The storms that hit Pennsylvania Tuesday night left some wide spread power outages and lots of downed trees. Due to this, a 5K that I was set to run on Wednesday was cancelled as the police weren’t able to provide adequate traffic control for it. Bummer. I was all set to run a good race yesterday. They’re going to reschedule it. I just hope its not while I’m on vacation in a couple weeks. This year a bunch of the race organizers met and decided to have a county race series. The more races one runs, the better chance for winning a prize. If one enters a certain number of races this year, they’ll pay the entry fee for one race next year. I just checked the rankings. Of the 2,500 people who’ve run at least one of the five races in the series this year, there are about 50 that have run a majority of the races, me included. So my chances of winning some sort of prize may actually be pretty good.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Not much going on these days. Work has been busy and its been hot & rainy out there. As usual, I've been reading & discovering other blogs more than working on my own.
Running
I'm running in another 5K next week and I hope I can get two more runs in by then. So far this year I've been doing very well. My times are down a bit and I'm feeling better throughout the runs. I haven't placed in my age group yet, there's just too many 30-39 year olds in these races. If there's a plus side to turning 40, its that I might actually place in the 40-49 group.
Homebrewing
I brewed a 5-gallon batch of beer over the 4th of July weekend, a clone of Anchor's Steam beer. I mostly brew porters, so this foray into an ale is something new. I'll bottle it this weekend and should have drinkable results a month after that.
Cell phones
Three times in the last week I've entered a public restroom and found that one or more of the other users are talking on their cell phones while disposing of thier waste. Inconsiderate if you ask me. I mean, what does the person on the other end think when they hear the various restroom sounds? Does the person in the stall or standing at the urinal think they can't hear them? I hope they're not expecting me to not flush just so they can have a conversation.
Running
I'm running in another 5K next week and I hope I can get two more runs in by then. So far this year I've been doing very well. My times are down a bit and I'm feeling better throughout the runs. I haven't placed in my age group yet, there's just too many 30-39 year olds in these races. If there's a plus side to turning 40, its that I might actually place in the 40-49 group.
Homebrewing
I brewed a 5-gallon batch of beer over the 4th of July weekend, a clone of Anchor's Steam beer. I mostly brew porters, so this foray into an ale is something new. I'll bottle it this weekend and should have drinkable results a month after that.
Cell phones
Three times in the last week I've entered a public restroom and found that one or more of the other users are talking on their cell phones while disposing of thier waste. Inconsiderate if you ask me. I mean, what does the person on the other end think when they hear the various restroom sounds? Does the person in the stall or standing at the urinal think they can't hear them? I hope they're not expecting me to not flush just so they can have a conversation.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Masturbation Survey
I found this survey during my web surfing today. Thought it might be interesting.
Are you male or female? M
How old are you? 39
At what age did you start masturbating? 11
How many times a week do you masturbate? >1, I try not to masturbate in subserviance to her, although there are times that I fail.
How many times do you orgasm each time you play? 90%. Its tough not to.
Where do you masturbate:
In bed? Yes, ~60%
In the shower? Yes, ~10%
In the bath? Yes, but I shower more than use the tub.
At the computer? Yes, ~30%
Outdoors? Yes. Its been a long time and it feels so nice to feel the breeze or even the rain.
At work? No
Every room in the house? Yes, except for the crawl space under the house - its just not arousing down there!
In a parked car? Yes, a long time ago.
In a car while traveling along the interstate? Yes, the last time was about a year ago.
What do you fantasize about when you play:
A significant other? No
A friend? No
A friend's spouse? No
A stranger? Yes, not frequently though.
A student? No.
A co-worker? No
A member of the same sex? No
A past lover? No
I usually fantasize about the person(s) who's pictures I'm looking at.
What position do you play in:
On your back? Yes
Standing? Yes
Kneeling? Yes
Sitting? Yes
How do you play:
With left hand? Yes
With right hand? Yes
With a toy? Sometimes, I have a vibrator that I use occasionally.
With water from bath, Jacuzzi or shower? No, but I do like to masturbate in the shower occasionally.
What porn do you use to masturbate:
Written erotica? It gets me in the mood, but I need more to cum.
Pictures? Very much so, either on the computer or looking at Leg Show magazine.
Movie clips online? Another source that gets me in the mood. I'm too cheap to buy the full-length clips, and the downloadable samples just aren't long enough for me to stroke it until climax.
Videos? Rarely. Another mood-setting source. For me, I can never find the "right" scene that's long enough to get me to orgasm.
Something on TV? Nope.
What is your favorite porn:
Straight sex between man and woman? Mostly as I like to see the interaction between the two, especially if the woman is dominating or in control of the man. But the scene has to be centered on the woman. I *love* to hear the noises women make during sex!
Gay or lesbian sex? Watching lesbians is such a turn on for me!
Group sex or orgies? Sometimes. It seems like the directors of group sex videos really break up the flow of things to make it interesting.
Blow jobs/oral sex? If they are the Point-of-View videos where the guy is holding the camera and the viewer sees his cock and what the woman is doing to it. I like to hear her voice, see her facial expressions, and all the things she does to get him to cum. I'm not really interested in seeing the guys reaction (other than cumming).
Cumshots? See above
Anal? Only if the woman is really into it.
Interracial? Color and/or race doesn't really matter. The only things that matter are if they are having great sex and its entertaing.
Age play? Not really.
S&M? Some of it is interesting, it all depends on the actors.
Role playing? See above.
Kinky? See above.
Have you ever masturbated to:
Email messages? No
A chat room dialogue? Yes, several times.
Exchanged stories or pictures? Yes, a couple of times.
Have you ever:
Been caught masturbating? Yes.
Masturbated for a man/woman? Yes - for a few different women.
Masturbated for the same sex? No.
Masturbated in a group? No, but I'd like to try it some time. It would be a lot of fun!
Masturbated for a photo? Self-portraits - yes, taken by another - no.
Masturbated for a webcam? No, don't own one.
Masturbated for a video? Not yet, although I've been thinking about it.
Do you ever:
Play with nipples/breasts when masturbating? Not usually.
Insert something or play with your ass? Occasionally. I have a vibrator that I use once in a while.
Insert something in mouth when masturbating? No.
Use pain as a method of playing? I like a good slap on the ass (or many!).
For men and women:
Do you taste your cum? I usually lick up the pre-cum.
When was the last time you masturbated? Last week, at home, on the bed, while talking on the phone.
Are you wet or hard now? Yes
Are you going to masturbate now? Yes!
Are you a masturbation addict? Most likely.
What is the most you have played in one day? Most orgasms - probably 5; longest time playing - 12 hours.
Are you male or female? M
How old are you? 39
At what age did you start masturbating? 11
How many times a week do you masturbate? >1, I try not to masturbate in subserviance to her, although there are times that I fail.
How many times do you orgasm each time you play? 90%. Its tough not to.
Where do you masturbate:
In bed? Yes, ~60%
In the shower? Yes, ~10%
In the bath? Yes, but I shower more than use the tub.
At the computer? Yes, ~30%
Outdoors? Yes. Its been a long time and it feels so nice to feel the breeze or even the rain.
At work? No
Every room in the house? Yes, except for the crawl space under the house - its just not arousing down there!
In a parked car? Yes, a long time ago.
In a car while traveling along the interstate? Yes, the last time was about a year ago.
What do you fantasize about when you play:
A significant other? No
A friend? No
A friend's spouse? No
A stranger? Yes, not frequently though.
A student? No.
A co-worker? No
A member of the same sex? No
A past lover? No
I usually fantasize about the person(s) who's pictures I'm looking at.
What position do you play in:
On your back? Yes
Standing? Yes
Kneeling? Yes
Sitting? Yes
How do you play:
With left hand? Yes
With right hand? Yes
With a toy? Sometimes, I have a vibrator that I use occasionally.
With water from bath, Jacuzzi or shower? No, but I do like to masturbate in the shower occasionally.
What porn do you use to masturbate:
Written erotica? It gets me in the mood, but I need more to cum.
Pictures? Very much so, either on the computer or looking at Leg Show magazine.
Movie clips online? Another source that gets me in the mood. I'm too cheap to buy the full-length clips, and the downloadable samples just aren't long enough for me to stroke it until climax.
Videos? Rarely. Another mood-setting source. For me, I can never find the "right" scene that's long enough to get me to orgasm.
Something on TV? Nope.
What is your favorite porn:
Straight sex between man and woman? Mostly as I like to see the interaction between the two, especially if the woman is dominating or in control of the man. But the scene has to be centered on the woman. I *love* to hear the noises women make during sex!
Gay or lesbian sex? Watching lesbians is such a turn on for me!
Group sex or orgies? Sometimes. It seems like the directors of group sex videos really break up the flow of things to make it interesting.
Blow jobs/oral sex? If they are the Point-of-View videos where the guy is holding the camera and the viewer sees his cock and what the woman is doing to it. I like to hear her voice, see her facial expressions, and all the things she does to get him to cum. I'm not really interested in seeing the guys reaction (other than cumming).
Cumshots? See above
Anal? Only if the woman is really into it.
Interracial? Color and/or race doesn't really matter. The only things that matter are if they are having great sex and its entertaing.
Age play? Not really.
S&M? Some of it is interesting, it all depends on the actors.
Role playing? See above.
Kinky? See above.
Have you ever masturbated to:
Email messages? No
A chat room dialogue? Yes, several times.
Exchanged stories or pictures? Yes, a couple of times.
Have you ever:
Been caught masturbating? Yes.
Masturbated for a man/woman? Yes - for a few different women.
Masturbated for the same sex? No.
Masturbated in a group? No, but I'd like to try it some time. It would be a lot of fun!
Masturbated for a photo? Self-portraits - yes, taken by another - no.
Masturbated for a webcam? No, don't own one.
Masturbated for a video? Not yet, although I've been thinking about it.
Do you ever:
Play with nipples/breasts when masturbating? Not usually.
Insert something or play with your ass? Occasionally. I have a vibrator that I use once in a while.
Insert something in mouth when masturbating? No.
Use pain as a method of playing? I like a good slap on the ass (or many!).
For men and women:
Do you taste your cum? I usually lick up the pre-cum.
When was the last time you masturbated? Last week, at home, on the bed, while talking on the phone.
Are you wet or hard now? Yes
Are you going to masturbate now? Yes!
Are you a masturbation addict? Most likely.
What is the most you have played in one day? Most orgasms - probably 5; longest time playing - 12 hours.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Sunday
Hi everyone! Two posts for today! The first is about some pervy activities I’ve done today and the other is a review of the July and August issues of Leg Show.
With this lousey weather we’ve been having in the Northeast, eveyone around here has flown the coop and gone other places, leaving me to my own devices all day and night. I mentioned that I’ve not had much time for crossdressing lately. Today I showered, shaved, and brought out all of my clothes and picked out an outfit. White pants from Banana Republic: low waist, skinny leg, and flaired leg with split seam near the ankle. Under that were white hold-ups and baby blue panties. The pants are tight enough to show the panty line and, in the right light, the blue shows through too. White camisole and a blue women’s polo up top. I wore a pair of women’s low-heel loafers to complete the outfit. No bra yet as I was going shopping at the mall and didn’t want to draw too much more attention to myself.
At the mall I window shopped for a while then went to a certain jeans shop to try on jeans. I like the store. The sales people are all girls in their 20’s and, even though they carry men’s clothes, there usually aren’t any guys shopping there. I found a pair of size 10 jeans and a pair of white short shorts and headed for the dressing room. The girl looked at the clothes and led me to the room. The shorts fit great, but the jeans were too tight. I went back for a different style in 12’s and returned to the dressing room area. I waited for someone to come and unlock a dressing room door with another 20-ish girl. Very cute. She noticed my pants right away, giving me that knowing smile. The 12’s fit better, but I didn’t buy them. Next, I went to Vicky’s to look through the sale items. After about 10 minutes a salesgirl finnaly asked me if I needed help finding anything. I’m assuming she notied my outfit as she said that if I need helpfindning my size to let her know. Other than panties and hosiery, they have little else in my size. I did buy three pairs of panties, all bikini style and very colorful.
The discount footwear store was next. Found a few pairs of heels that fit. Its always fun at the shoe stores. The ladies that work there don’t expect a man to be trying on women’s shoes, let alone the guy wearing hosiery. As one of them was in the aisle I was in, I made sure to try a pair on and move my feet around a bit to see how they looked. Got another smile! Same from a couple of women customers while I tried on other shoes. Next it was another store to buy a bra. Finnally found a 38 nearly-A! I’m wearing it as I’m typing this and it feels and looks great!
I stopped home for to get a bite to eat, put on the bra, and then left for the coffee house in a neighboor hood that is know for its liberal attitudes. So much the better for me. I was the only guy there, so I felt more comfortable in my clothes. I ordered a coffee and found a table to sit. I got a few looks as my heels clicked across the wooden floor, and I made sure they were expsoed when I sat down. I got upto get a paper to read and this time I made eye contact with a table of three women in their 50’s. We exchanged “Hellos” as I headed back to my table, and continued exchanging glances while we were there. I’m sure they noticed my heels, pants, and bra. After that, I headed over to the adult book store to buy another issue of Leg Show.
With this lousey weather we’ve been having in the Northeast, eveyone around here has flown the coop and gone other places, leaving me to my own devices all day and night. I mentioned that I’ve not had much time for crossdressing lately. Today I showered, shaved, and brought out all of my clothes and picked out an outfit. White pants from Banana Republic: low waist, skinny leg, and flaired leg with split seam near the ankle. Under that were white hold-ups and baby blue panties. The pants are tight enough to show the panty line and, in the right light, the blue shows through too. White camisole and a blue women’s polo up top. I wore a pair of women’s low-heel loafers to complete the outfit. No bra yet as I was going shopping at the mall and didn’t want to draw too much more attention to myself.
At the mall I window shopped for a while then went to a certain jeans shop to try on jeans. I like the store. The sales people are all girls in their 20’s and, even though they carry men’s clothes, there usually aren’t any guys shopping there. I found a pair of size 10 jeans and a pair of white short shorts and headed for the dressing room. The girl looked at the clothes and led me to the room. The shorts fit great, but the jeans were too tight. I went back for a different style in 12’s and returned to the dressing room area. I waited for someone to come and unlock a dressing room door with another 20-ish girl. Very cute. She noticed my pants right away, giving me that knowing smile. The 12’s fit better, but I didn’t buy them. Next, I went to Vicky’s to look through the sale items. After about 10 minutes a salesgirl finnaly asked me if I needed help finding anything. I’m assuming she notied my outfit as she said that if I need helpfindning my size to let her know. Other than panties and hosiery, they have little else in my size. I did buy three pairs of panties, all bikini style and very colorful.
The discount footwear store was next. Found a few pairs of heels that fit. Its always fun at the shoe stores. The ladies that work there don’t expect a man to be trying on women’s shoes, let alone the guy wearing hosiery. As one of them was in the aisle I was in, I made sure to try a pair on and move my feet around a bit to see how they looked. Got another smile! Same from a couple of women customers while I tried on other shoes. Next it was another store to buy a bra. Finnally found a 38 nearly-A! I’m wearing it as I’m typing this and it feels and looks great!
I stopped home for to get a bite to eat, put on the bra, and then left for the coffee house in a neighboor hood that is know for its liberal attitudes. So much the better for me. I was the only guy there, so I felt more comfortable in my clothes. I ordered a coffee and found a table to sit. I got a few looks as my heels clicked across the wooden floor, and I made sure they were expsoed when I sat down. I got upto get a paper to read and this time I made eye contact with a table of three women in their 50’s. We exchanged “Hellos” as I headed back to my table, and continued exchanging glances while we were there. I’m sure they noticed my heels, pants, and bra. After that, I headed over to the adult book store to buy another issue of Leg Show.
Leg Show July & August Reviews
Time for two reviews of Leg Show magazine, July and August 2006. One thing I don't like about some men's magazines, this one included, is that they don't always use the model's real name, so its tough to find other pictures of the same girl somewhere else. Sometimes in Leg Show they will reference when a specific model was in a previous issue. I've decided to review only the women in the magazine that are, in my opinion, the best of the issue. Don't get me wrong, all of the women are amazing. There are, however, some that do more for me than others.
Leg Show July 2006 Review
Theresa: Shoe size 5.5. She's in a red silk dress, black stockings & garterbelt, and has long black hair. Its tough to determine height from pictures, so I think she's about 5'2". She's captivating. Wonderful smile and gorgeous legs! Her ass is nice and round - I could kiss and lick it all day. Very much a hottie! Best picture on page 12 - a full length of her sitting back on a wire chair, dress pulled down exposing her breasts, pulled up to show her pulling her panties open with one hand, and her other hand making the "jerk off"’ motion. The smile on her face is one of "“You know what I want you to do."
Marlowe: Shoe size 10. She's tall with straight, shoulder-blade length hair. The picture that does it to me is one of her sitting on the edge of a bathtub, knees up, feet pointing at the camara. Her right foot is tilted up and her face is peeking around her knees. That's the perfect foot pose for me!
Sunny Leone: Shoe sizea porn She's a porn star, but I'’ve not seen her work. In this pictorial. she only wearing whale-nets and heels. Her feet are in a different pose in every picture. Her legs are just plump enough, and gives the camara great erotic facial expressions. Best picture is on page 49.
Silvia Saint. Shoe size 8. Another porn star who I'’ve not seen in action. She is beautiful! Her body is tantalizing from her face to her feet.
Terry & Martine. A lesbian foot licking fest. Both are good looking, and the combination makes my eyes jump from picture to picture. Best picture is page 83 - Terry is sitting back with her legs up to a standing Martine'’s face. Martine's licking one of Terry'’s toes. Great views of both of their asses.
Leg Show August 2006 Review
Jennifer Maz. Shoe size 7. A tall, raven haired woman. Lovely legs and smile. There's no specific picture that does it to me, and taken together, they do the trick.
Sue Diamond. Shoe size 7. Curly blond hair and a nice ass. Beautiful.
Loretta. Shoe size 9. She'’s probably in her late 30'’s. Her smile and her expressionpictorialt makes this pictorail great. I can really imagine her talking to me and light heartedly teasing me as I jerk off to her (which IÂ’m doing now.)
Kylie. Shoe size 7. Beautiful curly blond hair, and I love her lingerie. Powder blue lacey bra, satin garter belt and panties. Lovely ass and legs, I just wish for a better foot shot. Best picture on page 65.
Lara. Shoe size 8. Another very leggy blonde with perfect legs. The pictures evoke the feeling in me that I'’d love to have her and her lingerie! Best picture on page 75 - her pose and sultry expression pull the cum out of me.
Lana. She looks like the lingerie was made just for her. The sheer black panties show off her perfect ass, the stockings are the right shade for her skin. Her stockings are the reinforced foot kind and she does a marvelous job of showing them off. Eight pictures of her soles and stockings. I'’m in heavan. There'’s no one best picture: page 85 on the right, page 86, page 87 on the right, 88, 89 on the right, both on 90 and 91 - all are excellent!
Leg Show July 2006 Review
Theresa: Shoe size 5.5. She's in a red silk dress, black stockings & garterbelt, and has long black hair. Its tough to determine height from pictures, so I think she's about 5'2". She's captivating. Wonderful smile and gorgeous legs! Her ass is nice and round - I could kiss and lick it all day. Very much a hottie! Best picture on page 12 - a full length of her sitting back on a wire chair, dress pulled down exposing her breasts, pulled up to show her pulling her panties open with one hand, and her other hand making the "jerk off"’ motion. The smile on her face is one of "“You know what I want you to do."
Marlowe: Shoe size 10. She's tall with straight, shoulder-blade length hair. The picture that does it to me is one of her sitting on the edge of a bathtub, knees up, feet pointing at the camara. Her right foot is tilted up and her face is peeking around her knees. That's the perfect foot pose for me!
Sunny Leone: Shoe sizea porn She's a porn star, but I'’ve not seen her work. In this pictorial. she only wearing whale-nets and heels. Her feet are in a different pose in every picture. Her legs are just plump enough, and gives the camara great erotic facial expressions. Best picture is on page 49.
Silvia Saint. Shoe size 8. Another porn star who I'’ve not seen in action. She is beautiful! Her body is tantalizing from her face to her feet.
Terry & Martine. A lesbian foot licking fest. Both are good looking, and the combination makes my eyes jump from picture to picture. Best picture is page 83 - Terry is sitting back with her legs up to a standing Martine'’s face. Martine's licking one of Terry'’s toes. Great views of both of their asses.
Leg Show August 2006 Review
Jennifer Maz. Shoe size 7. A tall, raven haired woman. Lovely legs and smile. There's no specific picture that does it to me, and taken together, they do the trick.
Sue Diamond. Shoe size 7. Curly blond hair and a nice ass. Beautiful.
Loretta. Shoe size 9. She'’s probably in her late 30'’s. Her smile and her expressionpictorialt makes this pictorail great. I can really imagine her talking to me and light heartedly teasing me as I jerk off to her (which IÂ’m doing now.)
Kylie. Shoe size 7. Beautiful curly blond hair, and I love her lingerie. Powder blue lacey bra, satin garter belt and panties. Lovely ass and legs, I just wish for a better foot shot. Best picture on page 65.
Lara. Shoe size 8. Another very leggy blonde with perfect legs. The pictures evoke the feeling in me that I'’d love to have her and her lingerie! Best picture on page 75 - her pose and sultry expression pull the cum out of me.
Lana. She looks like the lingerie was made just for her. The sheer black panties show off her perfect ass, the stockings are the right shade for her skin. Her stockings are the reinforced foot kind and she does a marvelous job of showing them off. Eight pictures of her soles and stockings. I'’m in heavan. There'’s no one best picture: page 85 on the right, page 86, page 87 on the right, 88, 89 on the right, both on 90 and 91 - all are excellent!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Just Wednesday
Have you seen the "controversy" over a cheesesteak shop's sign that requests customers to order in English? (I'm not naming the place as I don't want a lot of search engines pointing people here.) If you haven't, there's a cheesesteak shop in south Philly with such a sign. The media picked up on it and, in my opinion, made a much bigger deal than is really necessary. In my opinion, the owner should be able to post such a sign. I don't see it as discriminatory. If he can't understand a customer's order, he may find it tough to fill it properly, leaving the customer with something they don't want. (I've had this happen to me many times in foreign countries - I don't speak the language, I try to point and fumble at the menu, and I get something that I didn't quite expect. No big deal - I eat it anyway.) The owner is not preaching to the masses, his only voice is the one the media gives to him. In my opinion, let the customer's almighty dollar and stomach do the voting - if one doesn't agree to the sign or like the food, walk across the street to the other cheesesteak shop or one of hundreds in Philly. Enough of that. I'm not much of a politico. I vote.
On the crossdressing front, not much to speak of lately. Things have been very busy and I just haven't had the opportunity to do so. That's not to mean that I have not wanted to! Sure, I wear panties everyday, but I'd like to do more and more often. I read a post from Satin Jenni about his wearing nylon short shorts and panties. I'll will have to buy a couple of pairs soon and find some time to wear them.
On the running front, I ran two 5K's in the last week or so. After fininshing the first one I thought "Wow! Record time!" as I ran it in 22:11, about 2 minutes faster than any previous 5K. I started talking to a few others who also said the same about their times and we concluded that the distance was a bit shorter than 5K. The second race was run in the pouring rain. "Running in the rain?!" I can hear some of you saying. Of course! It actually was pretty fun. No worries about overheating or dripping with sweat.
On the crossdressing front, not much to speak of lately. Things have been very busy and I just haven't had the opportunity to do so. That's not to mean that I have not wanted to! Sure, I wear panties everyday, but I'd like to do more and more often. I read a post from Satin Jenni about his wearing nylon short shorts and panties. I'll will have to buy a couple of pairs soon and find some time to wear them.
On the running front, I ran two 5K's in the last week or so. After fininshing the first one I thought "Wow! Record time!" as I ran it in 22:11, about 2 minutes faster than any previous 5K. I started talking to a few others who also said the same about their times and we concluded that the distance was a bit shorter than 5K. The second race was run in the pouring rain. "Running in the rain?!" I can hear some of you saying. Of course! It actually was pretty fun. No worries about overheating or dripping with sweat.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Beer & Desert Tasting
Over the weekend I attended a Beer and Desert Tasting seminar at a local non-profit organization given by an East coast writer. (E-mail me for the details. I don't want to post the name and place as I don't want search engines bringing people here unintentionally.)
Months ago when I first saw the ad I thought "Hmmm, seems like an good idea. Drink a variety of beers, eat a variety of deserts, listen to a reputable author talk abouy the two. Pretty good deal for $30." Man, was that an understatement! I had the best time there! For an hour and a half, me and thirty others had a great time! The author said more that "Drink this beer with this desert." He gave us the history of that beer style, why that specific style paired well with the specific desert, and a lot of anecdotal stories about the breweries, the brew masters, and other beer info.
It wasn't a high-brow, snobby, "wine connoisseur" crowd, nor was it a drink-beer-'till-you-puke crowd. About 1/3 of the crowd were beer enthusiasts like myself, 1/3 patrons of the non-profit, and 1/3 people who knew enough about beer that they wanted to learn more. There were a few surprises for me. One of the beers was a Baltic porter that I had recently read about and just heard that they're going out of business. Too bad as it made a great beer float with black raspberry ice cream. I had read about beer floats and thought they were a waste of good beer and good ice cream. Wrong! That was the best damn combination! Other pairings were more straight forward - stout & chocolate, porter & biscotti, weisen & fruit.
And there was some eye candy there as well. I arrived early and just sat at the nearest table. I should have waited. Just about the time the talk started, two 20-ish ladies walked in and sat at a table across from me. One was wearing a summer dress and wedges. I admired her legs from afar. The other gal wore low-rise jeans, open-toe mules, and a tight top, showing off her ample bust. She had pouty lips and a great smile. Oh! If I were only sitting next to them!
Months ago when I first saw the ad I thought "Hmmm, seems like an good idea. Drink a variety of beers, eat a variety of deserts, listen to a reputable author talk abouy the two. Pretty good deal for $30." Man, was that an understatement! I had the best time there! For an hour and a half, me and thirty others had a great time! The author said more that "Drink this beer with this desert." He gave us the history of that beer style, why that specific style paired well with the specific desert, and a lot of anecdotal stories about the breweries, the brew masters, and other beer info.
It wasn't a high-brow, snobby, "wine connoisseur" crowd, nor was it a drink-beer-'till-you-puke crowd. About 1/3 of the crowd were beer enthusiasts like myself, 1/3 patrons of the non-profit, and 1/3 people who knew enough about beer that they wanted to learn more. There were a few surprises for me. One of the beers was a Baltic porter that I had recently read about and just heard that they're going out of business. Too bad as it made a great beer float with black raspberry ice cream. I had read about beer floats and thought they were a waste of good beer and good ice cream. Wrong! That was the best damn combination! Other pairings were more straight forward - stout & chocolate, porter & biscotti, weisen & fruit.
And there was some eye candy there as well. I arrived early and just sat at the nearest table. I should have waited. Just about the time the talk started, two 20-ish ladies walked in and sat at a table across from me. One was wearing a summer dress and wedges. I admired her legs from afar. The other gal wore low-rise jeans, open-toe mules, and a tight top, showing off her ample bust. She had pouty lips and a great smile. Oh! If I were only sitting next to them!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Rainy Wednesday
I've been very remiss in posting lately. I've been busy and there really hasn't been much happening of any significance, at least in the crossdressing realm. My weekdays have been filled with work, running, and summer yard work.
How long is a lawnmower supposed to last? The one I have, a Craftsman, is about 9 years old and I’ve been having problems with it. I have trouble keeping it going. I push the prime button a few times, pull the cord, and it’ll start and run for about 5 seconds then stop. I have to repeat this over and over and over, much to the amusement of the neighborhood. Once started, if I keep my finger on the prime button it will keep going. Let go and it soon stops. I have to do this for about 20 minutes before it will run continuously, although the motor surges between fast and slow. After another 20 minutes it seems to run fine. I stopped by the local mower repair shop for advice. They suggested that I clean the fuel injector (its not technically an injector, but that’s what it seems to do). So this weekend I’ll be screwing around with that.
On the sex side of life, things could be better. She and I were getting hot and heavy over the weekend. We had both just taken showers and the foreplay was very intense, a little bit too intense for me. I need to slow down. She was on her stomach, I was kneeling over her, kissing and licking and massaging her back, ass, and legs while she was using her feet on my cock. As I said, I was getting too excited and came all over her feet. While that in itself is a good thing (for me), it was not where she wanted things to end. She’s pretty cool about this when it happens. She doesn’t get upset or angry, at least outwardly. I’m probably more disappointed than she is. As I always say, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again. That’s the fun part!
Oh, and I had a great foot sighting at lunch the other day. This attractive girl sits down in a booth a few tables in front of me (I’m behind it). I’m thinking that I’ll get a good view when she leaves. To my delight, she puts her legs up on her seat so her feet are sticking out into the aisle. She was wearing a pair of very pretty strappy wedges. Very nice feet and ankles for me to gawk at!
How long is a lawnmower supposed to last? The one I have, a Craftsman, is about 9 years old and I’ve been having problems with it. I have trouble keeping it going. I push the prime button a few times, pull the cord, and it’ll start and run for about 5 seconds then stop. I have to repeat this over and over and over, much to the amusement of the neighborhood. Once started, if I keep my finger on the prime button it will keep going. Let go and it soon stops. I have to do this for about 20 minutes before it will run continuously, although the motor surges between fast and slow. After another 20 minutes it seems to run fine. I stopped by the local mower repair shop for advice. They suggested that I clean the fuel injector (its not technically an injector, but that’s what it seems to do). So this weekend I’ll be screwing around with that.
On the sex side of life, things could be better. She and I were getting hot and heavy over the weekend. We had both just taken showers and the foreplay was very intense, a little bit too intense for me. I need to slow down. She was on her stomach, I was kneeling over her, kissing and licking and massaging her back, ass, and legs while she was using her feet on my cock. As I said, I was getting too excited and came all over her feet. While that in itself is a good thing (for me), it was not where she wanted things to end. She’s pretty cool about this when it happens. She doesn’t get upset or angry, at least outwardly. I’m probably more disappointed than she is. As I always say, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again. That’s the fun part!
Oh, and I had a great foot sighting at lunch the other day. This attractive girl sits down in a booth a few tables in front of me (I’m behind it). I’m thinking that I’ll get a good view when she leaves. To my delight, she puts her legs up on her seat so her feet are sticking out into the aisle. She was wearing a pair of very pretty strappy wedges. Very nice feet and ankles for me to gawk at!
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Life's Simple Pleasures
I have been tagged by Sonia-Belle, who asked me to name ten of LifeÂ’s Simple Pleasures. Here are 10 of my Life's Pleasures. Not the Top 10, not the bottom 10, just 10 on the list of n where n is an integer from 1 to infinity. It was tough not to include any of the items from the 'C' list.
1) Beer. Not the garden variety American Standard Lager (Bud, Miller, Coors), but the more flavorful microbrews. I prefer stouts, porters, and Marzen (Oktoberfest) styles. There are many brands I like - Brooklyn, Anchor, Stoudt's,Guinnesss, Great Lakes, Sam Adams to name a few, and I'm always looking for something I haven't tried. I'm a homebrewer. Nothing like satisfaction of enjoying the fruits of one's labors.
2) Running. I've been running over 20 years now. There's nothing like running in the morning while most people are still sleeping and enjoying the outdoors. Running in races is a lot of fun too - sharing a common fun experience. And new shoes every year!
3) Apples. My favorite fruit, specifically Granny Smith apples - crisp and tart. Great for eating and baking.
4) Science Fiction. Before I read my first science fiction book in probably the 5th grade (a Star Trek book), I wasn't much of a reader, and my grades reflected that. Since then, I've been a prolific reader. Bach then it was mostly Star Trek (pre-Next Generation), and lately I've been reading a lot of the 'classics' from the '50's and '60's.
5) Big 10 Football. I attended a Big 10 school and there's nothing like attending a game - the people, the traditions, the game.
6) The Ocean and the Beach. A place where many good things are combined - hot sun, cool water, sand, girls in bikinis, running on the beach, napping on the beach, swimming.
7) Skirts. An article of women's clothing that I love to see women wear. Great for showing oftheirr legs, feet, shoes, hosiery (or lack of), and flashing those panties (or lack of).
8) Leg Show magazine. To me this is the best of all of these types of magazines. Not just because it caters to my leg, feet, and hosiery fetish. Those combined with great photography, large & numerous pictures, beautiful women, and the quality of the printing make it a great magazine. There are other magazines of this caliber, but none combine all of the things that I like as it does. Hustler photographs are excellent and the girls are very beautiful, but there are a lot of other things in the magazine that turn me completely off. Playboy has the girls and photography, too, but not the content.
9) Sailing. I don't have a boat and I don't know how to sail, but I do like to go sailing. Its very relaxing and fun.
10) Vanilla. This is one of the scents that really turns me on. Whenever I smell it, it instantly relaxes me, and, if she's wearing it, puts me in the mood. Other perfumes take the back seat to vanilla.
1) Beer. Not the garden variety American Standard Lager (Bud, Miller, Coors), but the more flavorful microbrews. I prefer stouts, porters, and Marzen (Oktoberfest) styles. There are many brands I like - Brooklyn, Anchor, Stoudt's,Guinnesss, Great Lakes, Sam Adams to name a few, and I'm always looking for something I haven't tried. I'm a homebrewer. Nothing like satisfaction of enjoying the fruits of one's labors.
2) Running. I've been running over 20 years now. There's nothing like running in the morning while most people are still sleeping and enjoying the outdoors. Running in races is a lot of fun too - sharing a common fun experience. And new shoes every year!
3) Apples. My favorite fruit, specifically Granny Smith apples - crisp and tart. Great for eating and baking.
4) Science Fiction. Before I read my first science fiction book in probably the 5th grade (a Star Trek book), I wasn't much of a reader, and my grades reflected that. Since then, I've been a prolific reader. Bach then it was mostly Star Trek (pre-Next Generation), and lately I've been reading a lot of the 'classics' from the '50's and '60's.
5) Big 10 Football. I attended a Big 10 school and there's nothing like attending a game - the people, the traditions, the game.
6) The Ocean and the Beach. A place where many good things are combined - hot sun, cool water, sand, girls in bikinis, running on the beach, napping on the beach, swimming.
7) Skirts. An article of women's clothing that I love to see women wear. Great for showing oftheirr legs, feet, shoes, hosiery (or lack of), and flashing those panties (or lack of).
8) Leg Show magazine. To me this is the best of all of these types of magazines. Not just because it caters to my leg, feet, and hosiery fetish. Those combined with great photography, large & numerous pictures, beautiful women, and the quality of the printing make it a great magazine. There are other magazines of this caliber, but none combine all of the things that I like as it does. Hustler photographs are excellent and the girls are very beautiful, but there are a lot of other things in the magazine that turn me completely off. Playboy has the girls and photography, too, but not the content.
9) Sailing. I don't have a boat and I don't know how to sail, but I do like to go sailing. Its very relaxing and fun.
10) Vanilla. This is one of the scents that really turns me on. Whenever I smell it, it instantly relaxes me, and, if she's wearing it, puts me in the mood. Other perfumes take the back seat to vanilla.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Trip Report
Traveling to New Haven by Amtrak: very good. Sitting next to work associate that stunk of curry on the train: awful. I'm going on a rant for the next few paragraphs, so skip if you don't care. After spending countless hours in planes and rental cars sometime with work associates, I prefer traveling alone. There were plenty of vacant rows in our car and he had to sit next to me. He could have taken on of the seats in front, behind, or in the other side of the aisle. But no, Mr. Curry had to sit next to me. And it was his breath and body odor. And he made it a point to talk and talk to me during the entire ride. I was reading Wired before he boarded. Couldn't he see that I was trying to read it? Argh. He's a nice guy, but I need my space.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
10 Important Things that Begin with C
Hiromi assigned me the letter "C" to play with (who was assigned the letter "D" by Darkneuro). I’m writing this while I’m on the Amtrak train from Philly to New Haven, CT, in hopes of inspiration. Not much yet in Philly as I see mostly junkyards and highways. On to the first.
1) Computers. Very important. Can’t live without them. If you can, you probably are not reading this. If you can’t and don’t want to, then reading this is a good way to spend some entertainment time. I have an eMac at home. I love it! Once you go Mac, you’ll never go back. No iPod yet. Looking at the Apple website is like looking at porn for the geek in me. Going to the Apple store is like going to the best strip club in the world (again for the geek in me), only I can touch the merchandise all I want.
2) Chocolate. Deep, dark, and bitter. My current fav is the Trader Joe’s Pound Plus Bittersweet bar. One square of it in the mouth is like what the best cup of hot cocoa should be like. This stuff gives me the warm & fuzzy feelings inside when I eat it. It relaxes me. Like George Costanza’s perfect pastrami sandwich, eating this chocolate while having sex could be the combo that actually sends me into that euphoric orgasm that we all hope to achieve every time.
3) Custard. We past a Rita’s Water Ice a few miles back. Sure, frozen custard is not in the same world as hand-scooped ice cream (especially if it is Philadelphia-style). Rita’s version of gelati is a bit of frozen custard on the bottom of a cup, then water ice, then more frozen custard. Mmmmm….
4) Curves. As in the curves of a woman. The curves of her back looking down from her shoulders to her ass. The curves of her ass. The curves of her waist in profile. The curves of her legs. The curves of her feet, especially the underside of the arch of her foot, and the top too.
5) Coven. A group of witches. Saw a sign for Monty Python’s Spamalot. Reminds me of one of my favorite parts of The Search for the Holy Grail. “What do you do with a witch?” “Burn them!” “What else can you do with witches?” “Burn them!”
6) Cotton. Cotton panties. No, not granny panties, or panties with cute flowers on them. Sexy ones. If nothing else, Victoria’s Secret has done more for making all other manufacturers make their panties more sexy, stylish, and modern. Just look at Jockey. Sure, they might be plain, but they are much sexier than they used to be. I love panties – I love looking at women in them, I love to wear them, I love to shop for them. Oh, and if you have access to the November 2005 issue of Leg Show, Jessica Michaels has a great editorial on the history of panties.
7) Corset. Another lovely piece of women’s lingerie. They might not be the most popular thing to wear amongst women, but they are probably one thing that men love to see women wear. I’ve had a few of them (department store brands) and I like the way the feel – the encasement, the firmness. And some of the come with garter straps for stockings (and that’s another post all together). They needn’t be fancy or frilly. And I think that’s what Victoria’s Secret is not getting right. They make a lot of lovely lingerie that just isn’t sturdy enough to wear all the time. Its just window dressing. They could do a lot for garter belts and corsets if they made them for every- and all-day wear. The Brits do it well (see the link to the left for StockingsHQ).
8) Catharsis. That’s what this blog is to me. A place to get it all out. Crossdressing is also a catharsis. Which leads to…
9) Clandestine (concealed, secret). That’s a good word for describing my style of crossdressing. I’m not one to wear a wig, make-up, and a dress in public places. When I am dressed in public, I’ll wear women’s khakis or jeans, more on the plain side than frilly and fancy. My blouses are similar. Underneath, however, it is all very feminine, from the colors to the styles of lingerie: stockings, pantyhose, panties, bras, camisoles. From the outside, one might not notice right away that I’m wearing women’s clothes – clandestine!
10) Climax. That’s what I have planned for later tonight once I arrive at the hotel. Strip down, take a nice hot bubble bath, shave, dress in some lingerie, then look as some porn – on the web and the few issues of Leg Show that I brought with me.
1) Computers. Very important. Can’t live without them. If you can, you probably are not reading this. If you can’t and don’t want to, then reading this is a good way to spend some entertainment time. I have an eMac at home. I love it! Once you go Mac, you’ll never go back. No iPod yet. Looking at the Apple website is like looking at porn for the geek in me. Going to the Apple store is like going to the best strip club in the world (again for the geek in me), only I can touch the merchandise all I want.
2) Chocolate. Deep, dark, and bitter. My current fav is the Trader Joe’s Pound Plus Bittersweet bar. One square of it in the mouth is like what the best cup of hot cocoa should be like. This stuff gives me the warm & fuzzy feelings inside when I eat it. It relaxes me. Like George Costanza’s perfect pastrami sandwich, eating this chocolate while having sex could be the combo that actually sends me into that euphoric orgasm that we all hope to achieve every time.
3) Custard. We past a Rita’s Water Ice a few miles back. Sure, frozen custard is not in the same world as hand-scooped ice cream (especially if it is Philadelphia-style). Rita’s version of gelati is a bit of frozen custard on the bottom of a cup, then water ice, then more frozen custard. Mmmmm….
4) Curves. As in the curves of a woman. The curves of her back looking down from her shoulders to her ass. The curves of her ass. The curves of her waist in profile. The curves of her legs. The curves of her feet, especially the underside of the arch of her foot, and the top too.
5) Coven. A group of witches. Saw a sign for Monty Python’s Spamalot. Reminds me of one of my favorite parts of The Search for the Holy Grail. “What do you do with a witch?” “Burn them!” “What else can you do with witches?” “Burn them!”
6) Cotton. Cotton panties. No, not granny panties, or panties with cute flowers on them. Sexy ones. If nothing else, Victoria’s Secret has done more for making all other manufacturers make their panties more sexy, stylish, and modern. Just look at Jockey. Sure, they might be plain, but they are much sexier than they used to be. I love panties – I love looking at women in them, I love to wear them, I love to shop for them. Oh, and if you have access to the November 2005 issue of Leg Show, Jessica Michaels has a great editorial on the history of panties.
7) Corset. Another lovely piece of women’s lingerie. They might not be the most popular thing to wear amongst women, but they are probably one thing that men love to see women wear. I’ve had a few of them (department store brands) and I like the way the feel – the encasement, the firmness. And some of the come with garter straps for stockings (and that’s another post all together). They needn’t be fancy or frilly. And I think that’s what Victoria’s Secret is not getting right. They make a lot of lovely lingerie that just isn’t sturdy enough to wear all the time. Its just window dressing. They could do a lot for garter belts and corsets if they made them for every- and all-day wear. The Brits do it well (see the link to the left for StockingsHQ).
8) Catharsis. That’s what this blog is to me. A place to get it all out. Crossdressing is also a catharsis. Which leads to…
9) Clandestine (concealed, secret). That’s a good word for describing my style of crossdressing. I’m not one to wear a wig, make-up, and a dress in public places. When I am dressed in public, I’ll wear women’s khakis or jeans, more on the plain side than frilly and fancy. My blouses are similar. Underneath, however, it is all very feminine, from the colors to the styles of lingerie: stockings, pantyhose, panties, bras, camisoles. From the outside, one might not notice right away that I’m wearing women’s clothes – clandestine!
10) Climax. That’s what I have planned for later tonight once I arrive at the hotel. Strip down, take a nice hot bubble bath, shave, dress in some lingerie, then look as some porn – on the web and the few issues of Leg Show that I brought with me.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Questions You May Have, Answers I May Give
Ok, ok, ok! I realize that its been a week since my last post and my readership is way, way, way down. Things have been busy. Things have been boring. Things have not been much to write about. I will post again this week. I'm going on an overnight trip to New England.
In the mean time, are there any questions that you would like to ask me? I will do my best to answer them. Be creative, be funny, be inquisitive. Inspire me to be creative, be funny, and be thoughtful. Ask me the question that I didn't see coming out of left field. I feel that I need to re-connect with you. I need to pare down the list of links on the right side.
In the mean time, are there any questions that you would like to ask me? I will do my best to answer them. Be creative, be funny, be inquisitive. Inspire me to be creative, be funny, and be thoughtful. Ask me the question that I didn't see coming out of left field. I feel that I need to re-connect with you. I need to pare down the list of links on the right side.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
THX 1138
Have you seen this movie? It was one of George Lucas' movies. I remember watching it when I was a kid on TV. Very abstract. Its one of those movies that doesn't tell you everything you need to know. And that's what I like about it. There's so much that one could fill in. How did life get to be like it is? Is that all there is to their existance? What happens to THX?
www.thx1138movie.com
www.thx-1138.org/
Oh, and who came here from Laguardia Community College?
www.thx1138movie.com
www.thx-1138.org/
Oh, and who came here from Laguardia Community College?
Friday, May 12, 2006
Race Report
I finished the Broad Street 10-Mile Race on Sunday in record time for me, under 80 minutes! The first 8 miles were good, it was the last two that were the challenge. I just ran out of energy. My legs felt fine and breathing was pretty good. Next time I'll need to bring one of those gel packs for energy.