SheJay: Let's Play a Game

     "I bet I can make you cum in 5 sucks" SheJay said as we stripped off our clothes. "Oh, is there some new trick you learned?" I said, as I pulled down her pants & panties. "You'll see" she said as my pants fell down towards my ankles. I stepped out of my pants & threw off what was left of my shirt, as SheJay had basically clawed it off of me. "5 sucks" she said. I was intrigued to find out how.
     I didn't have to wait long as she knelt down & began her work. With one movement, SheJay opened her mouth wide & swallowed my cock whole. Her tongue started swirling around the bottom of my shaft, as her throat started massaging my head. The rest of her mouth muscles started tightening & loosening around the shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her entire mouth region started giving my a high powered cock massage. I wasn't sure how she doing it without a gag reflex.
     After a few minutes, she pulled away from my cock. I was already getting weak. "That was amazing" I gasped. "That was one. Here's two" she cooed, diving right back in. This time, she grabbed my ass cheeks & pulled them apart. With her right hand, she shoved a finger into my ass, while her left hand started to massage my balls; all of this while her mouth continued working its magic.
     I started feeling the pressure build up in my cock. This woman's skills were incredible. I began to think I wasn't going to make it to 5 strokes, the way she was going. I was determined to make it to number six. I tried thinking of other things to keep myself from cumming too soon. Food, sports, work, anything to put off the inevitable.
     SheJay pulled out & repeated the process two more times. I was proud of myself. I had made it to suck number 5. All I had to do was to make it through this one & she lost. Victory would be mine. SheJay dove in again, putting her finger up my ass while her mouth continued its extremely good impression of a Hoover vacuum cleaner. Just as I figured I was going to win this bed, SheJay pulled out all the stops & shoved her fingure up my ass harder & further.
     That pretty much did it. I started breathing heavily & grunted, trying not to cum. "I'm going to cum" I screamed as I felt my load about to pop out. SheJay pulled out just in time as my cum shot out & covered her breasts. She rubbed my cum onto her skin as she proudly smiled. She looked up at me & said "I win". She may have won that round but there were many more rounds to play.

NYC: the VIP Room - Porn Star Tales Part 2 Porn Stars & Entertainment

     It's a minefield being a porn star. With all the traps to it, it takes a strong person to navigate the industry & make money in it, according to Porn. Porn should know. She's been at it for a few years & makes a good living at it.
     She's done everything related to the industry. She's been a feature dancer at strip clubs. She's been an escort & a call girl (not sure what the difference is). She runs her fan website & makes a lot of money doing those one-on-one cam shows. Actually, she's made a shitload of money doing all of that.
     She's also been on the bad, stereotypical side of the industry. She's had a boyfriend who thought he was her pimp. She's been physically & sexually abused. She's fucked many celebs. In fact, when she's not working, she says she'll only fuck celebs & rich people. That's why I won't even attempt to get with her. She's done drugs. Actually, she's done lots of drugs. Another reason why I won't even attempt to get with her.
     She's seen a lot of celebs behaving badly, as have I. If she ever wrote a book, she could blow the lid off of Hollywood. Some of the guys who she's fucked are supposedly happily married. She's been passed around in hotel rooms by players on the same sports team. She's seen the glamour & the pain. Through it all, she's actually managed to keep her sanity.
     The one thing she says about famous people is that the more successful they get, the more insecure they get, which leads to their bad behavior. I would tend to agree with that. It's good to remember that when you're watching awards shows, wishing you were these people. Sometimes, the grass isn't greener on the other side. I stopped hero worshipping stars a long time ago. People like Porn, who have crawled into the darkest parts of both the porn & entertainment industries,  keep reminding me why.

Formspring.me - Besides fucking, what other things are you good at?

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I don't think I'm good at fucking. I have a lot of sex but that doesn't mean I'm good at it. I might be good at it but I'm not the one to judge these things. I write about it so that I can remember things & people. Mainly, I blog about it because someone thought it would make for an interesting blog. That doesn't make me good at sex, though, but I strive to always be better than I am today. I'm not bragging by any means so please don't get the idea that I am. Far from it.
I do know that I'm much better at it than I was when I was younger. I think when you're young, you're just happy some lady's giving you some. When you're older, you hopefully have gotten some practice, learned some things & made it more about the other person & less about yourself. I've learned patience & humility. When I was younger, it was all about taking. Now, I've learned to take & be taken.
To actually answer your question, I'm good at helping to run a business. Hopefully soon, I'll be good at owning my own business. I'm good at rooting for my sports teams & playing certain sports. I am NOT good at cooking. That's something I have no intention of ever being good at. I'm good at being smart & being a smart ass. I'm good at being a Godfather. My God son can brag for me on that one. He's my pride & joy. Actually, that's probably what I'm best at right there. That & being a smart ass.

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Formspring.me - You love confidence but hate cockiness? You have to elaborate, what exactly does cockiness mean to you personally?

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Confidence is when you know you're good. Cockiness is when you brag about it to others. If you're good, people already know it. You carry yourself differently & it shows. There's no need to tell others how good you are because others will say it for you. You stay humble.
Cockiness doesn't actually mean that you're good. It just means that you have a big mouth. Some would call that swagger but true swagger should not mean bragging.
In sports terms, confidence would be Steve Nash & Tim Duncan in basketball. They know they're good & you know that they're going to beat you. They don't need to get in your face about it. Cockiness would be Chad Johnson a.k.a. OchoCinco in football. He brags about being the best but when it comes to making the plays in big games, he's MIA.
In terms of women, confidence would be Beyonce. Strength, talent, humility, & beauty. Cockiness would be Paris Hilton, who has none of Beyonce's qualities except maybe beauty...maybe.

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Tigerama

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     Yesterday, we were all treated to nonstop coverage of Tiger Woods's statement. My question is why? I mean, who the fuck really cares? Actually, who the fuck SHOULD really care? This has always been a private matter between him, his family, & maybe his sponsors but that's it. We really didn't need to be treated to another round of this media circus.
     The local radio station went & interviewed people at a golf course. First off, what are you doing at a golf course in the middle of winter where there's snow on the ground? Second, who cares what golfers think, especially hacks in Jersey?
     We were also treated to a press conference from one of the women who Tiger slept with. This former porn star wants a public apology from Tiger. I'm sorry, what? Lady, you knew he was married when you fucked him. Now, you want an apology for it? You didn't get enough of your 15 minutes of fame? You need a big payday now? Sad. Truly sad.
     Maybe we all need to look at Tiger in order to make ourselves feel better about our lives. As for me, I have a life. I don't need to look at others to prop mine up. I just wish other people felt the same.

College Town: Golf Course

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     It was a warm summer night. Myself & my buddy Jim were out partying with our girls. His girl was Ginger. She was a short redhead (natural, I assumed. I never slept with her). My girl was Janet. She was a chocolate goddess of a woman. What made me attracted to her, aside from the oversized breasts & round, beautiful ass, was that she was a tomboy. She could talk sports with the best of them & played a few.
    One of the sports she played was golf. She played on a municipal golf course which had no security after 1 in the morning. Armed with that knowledge, a bunch of beer, & still wanting to party after a house party we were at winded down at 2 in the morning, we decided to go to the course & goof off. We got there around 3 in the morning, parked on a side road, grabbed our beer, & started walking on the course.
     We got to the 8th hole, sat down, & started drinking. After a little while, both girls started getting horny. Ginger started making out with Jim & Janet was all over me. I knew we weren't going to make it back to my place. I suggested we let Jim & Ginger enjoy this hole while we went to the 9th hole, which wasn't too far away.
     As we were about halfway to the hole, we heard loud moaning & turned around to see what was going on. Jim & Ginger hadn't wasted any time. Their clothes were both off. Jim was already on top & inside of Ginger, with her legs on is shoulders. He was pounding her pussy into submission, with her body gladly accepting her situation.
     That pretty much did it for Janet & myself. We decided it was go time. There was a sand trap not too far from where we had stopped. Perfect. Fucking in sand on a golf course in the middle of the night. Worked for me.
     We stripped our clothes off. Janet got on her knees & started sucking me cock. As she was doing that, I was turned so that I could see Jim & Ginger. Jim now was on his knees but still inside Ginger. Jim's hands were grabbing Ginger's hips. Her back was arched as Jim continuously slammed Ginger's hips towards him. Damn, Ginger was loud & enjoying every thrust.
     I was enjoying myself, too. Janet was an expert at cock sucking. Her tongue danced along my shaft up & down. She repeatedly deep throated me & gladly gagged every time. I didn't want to cum just yet so after a little while, I pulled out of her mouth, laid her down in the sand, split her legs, & dove in.
     The sand was warm & dry as I feasted on Janet's clit. As I alternated teasing her clit between my lips & tongue, I stuck 2 fingers into her moist pussy & worked up a rhythm. In minutes, I had Janet screaming & thrashing about in the sand, cursing & moaning up & down.
     After making Janet cum & after watching & hearing Ginger & Jim going at it, I needed to get mine. I flipped Janet over on all fours, slid my extremely hard cock into her pussy, grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, & started railing her. I fucked her like a battering ram; slamming her pussy jackhammer style. I wasn't trying to get her off. I wanted to get myself off. As it turned out, hitting her from the back made her cum even harder than before. I came soon after, pulling out & shooting my load onto her back. Summer nights having sex outdoors. There's nothing like it.