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NYC: Goth - Intro

     I won't write much about Blasian because her stories are all over my blog. Just look at any of the NYC entries & she's probably part of them. Also, I won't write much about Fiona. See NYC: New Years Eve entries to see what she's like. Plus, she's going to be part of the NYC: Valentine's Day entries, once I get around to writing them.
     That brings us to Goth. Goth is like Blasian, only taken further. Blasian likes to be conservative in public but turns into a freak once the doors are closed. Goth is just out there for all to see. She doesn't even try to hide it. She's about 5' 8" with tattoos all over her chocolate body, pierced nipples, clit, & tongue.
She loves pain, both recieving & giving it. She loves spankings & absolutely loves bondage. When we fuck, it's hardcore. We fuck to loud industrial music: Lords of Acid, Nine Inch Nails, CombiChrist. We fuck long, hard, & strong.
     I first met Goth while she was go go dancing at a club. We started talking & flirting. Just before she was about to go on a break, I asked her if she wanted to get a drink. She said, trying to get some shock value from me, "I wish we could have a quickie". I called her bluff. "OK", I said. "Let's go. I know a place" & grabbed her hand. At first, she seemed shocked. Then, a sly smile came across her face. "Alright" she said.
     I led her to a storage room where I was storing my sound system equipment for the evening. The second the door was closed, we were all over each other. I pulled off what little clothing she was wearing that night. She pulled down my pants & started sucking my cock. Her tongue piercing felt amazing running up & down my shaft Her tongue did its job, getting my cock hard, wet, & ready.
     I put her against the wall, lifted her up, split her legs, & inserted. She moved her hips down onto my cock & started thrusting hard. I met her thrust for thrust. He slammed each other, grunting & screaming as the club's music thumped the walls. She grabbed my back & dug in as she came hard. I kept thrusting until I shot a creamy load deep inside her. We got ourselves back into our clothes & went back out to the club floor. Every once in a while, we'll meet up & fuck each other senseless. I'll tell more of those stories soon.

NYC: Cast of Caracters Comments

1. You gonna write about the others?

Yes. I think I'll start writing about each of them starting tomorrow. I realized I hadn't been writing about all of them & had concentrated on Blasian & ones from the past. I'll take them one at a time. Eventually, as well, I will write about the Valentine's Day adventure.


2. Luv the pic on your profile... is it you?
Yes. That profile pic is actually me. I posted a few more photos in the first few posts. Check the archives for last November or so. Not bad for 43, huh? HA!!

formspring.me - Have you ever had a woman fuck you with a strap-on?

OK, this had to be a guy who asked this. If a woman asked this, identify yourself. You would be someone I'd like to know much better!!
To answer your question, yes. I let Blasian & Fiona do it to me during Valentine's day. I was tied up & on all fours. They took turns milking me, licking my ass & balls while the other one fucked me with a strap-on. It was a complete turn-on but only because it was a woman doing it.
I could never be gay. There's nothing about a man that I find even remotely attractive. However, there is something to be said for a woman who's in complete control like that, especially someone you trust.
Fiona & I also DPed Blasian. We took turns on her. I'd be in her pussy while Fiona was up Blasian's ass with the strap-on. Then, we'd switch positions. It was a wild Valentine's day. I'll blog the whole story in more detail soon. It'll take up a few blog posts.

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Olympic Break

     Sorry it's been a few days but life's been busy. In fact, for the next 2 weeks, all free time will be occupied. Why? It's Olympics time & I LOVE the Olympics. I can't get enough of them.


     For a few days, I've been contemplating quitting this blog. The reason is a lack of time. That & a sad realization that despite the fact that I blog about everything from science to media to politics, this sex blog is more popular than all of them combined. In fact, judging from my stat counter, I get a couple hundred hits a day, even on days when I don't blog.

     Despite my inner grievance, I realize that this is who I am & that I should be proud. At 43, I've never looked younger or felt better. In fact, I know a lot of 43 year olds who would love to look & feel as young as I do. Plus, I have better & more sex now with better looking women than I ever have in my life. I'm not bragging, mind you but right now, it's good to be me.

     With that in mind, 2 upcoming blogs will be my summer trip to Vegas & my Valentines Day events. Both involved a 3some.

NYC: Valentine's Day

     Sorry but if you think this is going to be a sexual story, you should stop reading now & turn to someone else's blog. This is a semi rant. That being said, I'll begin.
     I saw this guy tonight on the subway with flowers in his hand. Seeing how this is Wednesday & Valentine's Day isn't for over a week, this lead me to a few different thoughts:
1. The person he's giving them to is in the hospital.
2. The person has a birthday.
3. This guy did something wrong & is in some seriously deep trouble to be giving a dozen roses to someone this far ahead of Valentine's.
4. This guy's really romantic & is giving the flowers just because.
Personally, I'm going with #3. It lead me to a question, though. How easily can women be bought off? Is it flowers, jewelry, chocolate, what? Shouldn't love be shown every day of the week & not just once a year? I don't get it.
     Guys are trained to think think that if you give some combination of the 3 one day a year, it gets them off the hook for whatever they did. Who trained guys to think this way? Women. Actually, women & DeBeers.
     You see those DeBeers commercials on tv about how you should show a woman how much you love her with a diamond. Say what? First off, it makes women look like they're shallow gold diggers. "Oh, I was going to marry him but the diamond wasn't big enough". Some stupid rock from the ground is supposed to show how much a man cares? That's crazy. What about listening to what a woman has to say & really LISTENING to what a woman has to say? What about being attentive & loving? Nope. "Here's a rock that was buried in the ground for a 1,000 years, some plants that'll be dead in 3 days, & some 3,000 caleries goodies that'll put 20 pounds on you before it even hits those lips but seeing as how we're gonna work those pounds off for a few hours tonight, dig in & eat up."
     I know I'll probably catch hell for saying that but I'm serious. I just don't understand the materialistic nature to the holiday. It's like Christmas. If you don't get someone a gift for Christmas, they think you don't like them. How about "yo, I'm not made of money?! Don't mean I don't love ya!!" We've gotten way too materialistic as a society & Valentine's Day is a sad reflection of that. Romance & showing love ain't what they used to be. I'm just sayin.