Ramblings

Was thinking today how much I despise when fat has-been actors sell out and lecture me in a television commercial about what fabulous crap my mouth is missing out on. Nutrition is definately this guy's middle name. That double chin alone could keep a tribe of cannibal pygmies fed for a week.

But then I started thinking that I have not posted here for awhile and tried to come up with some ideas and failed miserably. Perhaps it was the blue mood I was in. Winter is almost gone and that mean girl's with hot dark nylons will be away until it gets cold again. That made me sad. I could not snap out of the depression.

Then I thought of what happy times summer brings. One of those happy feelings is that ass crack tattoo season is almost here. Girls in shirts two sizes too small wearing low rise jeans showing off those cerebral tribal markings stamped just above their ass crack. Look at that one....I believe it means "I'm easy" in Korean. Attractive...I want you so bad.

Then I looked above and got sad again, because I had made a post with not a shred of creativity. Only vicious drivel . It could be because I've been blue. Depressed...or maybe that I just spent a bit of time actually living a life beyond this computer in lieu of writing eroticism. Then the answer came to me. The answer to what my problem is....

My problem is that I am always thinking of six.
Link...more back tattoos

Quiet Gym

The thing about going to an upscale health club is that on a nice Sunday most the members feel that they are too upscale to attend. Which is fine with me. Because I finally got a chance to talk to that stunning hardbody that goes there most every day. We had been eyeballing each other for quite a few weeks now. Yet she pretty much stuck to the business of her workouts when she was there. Still I was darn sure she had given some signals that she was interested.

We were there all alone that day. A skeleton crew running the place. Just the girl at the downstairs counter as far as I could tell. She was struggling with some weights so I offered some assistance. Let me rephrase that....I intruded with some assistance. Didn't want to give her the chance to tell me that she didn't need a spotter. So I was close behind her. My hands on her arms. Helping her lift a pair of dumbells. This was as close to her as I ever dared dream. I felt I had to make my moves then or there would never be another chance. She was fantastic looking today. A petite dark haired girl. She was wearing a skin tight pair of spandex shorts and wore an equally clingy top. Every delightful curve was there to observe...oh how I yearned to touch them.

She allowed me to stay and help her and I, pardon the pun, muscled my way into appointing myself her trainer for the day. With nobody around I made sure I was close to her as I possibly could be. We talked, small talk...and I made a move. I confronted her with my feeling that she had been "checking me out" for quite some time. The abruptness of my statement distracted her enough to start to massage her neck. Being the enthusiastic personal trainer I was impersonating at the time. She lowered her head a carressed her cheek against one of my hands busy relaxing the muscles on her neck.

It looked as though my gamble had paid off. However, she tried to cool me down by telling me she was married. I suspected and had a reply ready. "So am I, why else would the two of us be here today in that we both appear to have a spouse at home that for whatever reason has us going to a gym instead of enjoying a beautiful Sunday". I could tell I touched a nerve, but she didn't get defensive. I pressured more, "I think you're in as desperate a need for a private workout as I am."

I then pointed to a fire exit doorway and told her that nobody, on a Sunday, would bother us in there. "We can be careful....I'll go in first and wait. It would be my dream that you follow shortly thereafter." I then walked to the fire exit and entered the dark corridor leading to a set of stairs there in case of fire. The only light in there was that of the lighted "exit" sign. I waited for what seemed an eternity...and then the door opened.


I grabbed her and kissed her deeply. My hands were all over her firm curvy chisled body. She mumbled something about not feeling right about doing this. I threw some humour at her...little did she know how serious I was. I said, "well perhaps I can tie your hands over your head and then you can put all the blame on me"? Her response quickened my heart as she told me that her dreams were coming true..."kinky as well as nice to look at...my kind of man." There was a bungee cord on the handrail that apparently held the door open from time to time. As if the angels themselves had put it there just for me. I pulled her hands in front of her and started to bind them with the bungee cord. She gasped, laughed and said, "I cannot believe you're doing this...Oh my god....

She didn't panic, so I knew her comment about kinky men was probably true. Even if I did think she was a bit uneasy with it, I don't think it would have stopped me from connecting the hooked end of the bungee cord to an electrical pipe over her head. She may have thought it amusing, but she wasn't going to go anywhere. She tested my handiwork, but before she could realized the reality of her captivity I kissed her deeply. She was putty in my arms and squeeled in delight as I peeled her spandex shorts down to the ground and peeled her tight top up and over her breasts. Like peeling a banana I thought. I sucked on her nipples the same time I was lowering my sweatpants to the floor. My cock rock hard and my head intoxicated in passion, I didn't even check to see if she was ready. I knew she would be. Her moans were beginning to echo quite loudly in the corridor, so I put a hand over her mouth as I began to thrust in and out of her faster. I slammed her into the wall and pounded into her for one last round. Her body began to spasm in orgasm and she began to buckle and yank at the cords binding her hands as her body writhed in uncontrolled twitches. My hands cupped her rock hard perfect ass and I drove in as deep as I could one last time before I could take no more. With a short gasp of my breath, I paused and exploded deep inside of her.

I released the cord from the pipe and her still bound arms went over my head and hugged me. I did the same. I started to untie her wrists and kidded that I feared if I released her that I may never be able to have her again. She kissed my neck and sadly whispered that there may be some truth to that. "Yes...I said...I understand...married".

Indeed that was the last time I ever saw her. She apparently had quit the health club. Maybe was going somewhere else. Not sure. But I guess I can always hope. Perhaps another lonely Sunday. Perhaps another dark corridor.

Ab Girls

I like when girls show off rock hard abs. Abs they have worked so hard to make that way. For the benefit of Dorito Nation out there, "abs" is slang for abdominal muscles.


You worked on them baby...who can blame you for showing them off. You can keep the jewelry out of the navel if you don't mind. I want nothing blocking the view.




There is nothing more delicious than a girl who takes care of her body and wants the boys to know. Pull up the shirt and let us see.

I also think abs are sexy when I have the girl alone in a warehouse. She is naked and gagged. Her hands are tied above her head to a beam above her head. She is standing. I have her raised where her toes just touch the ground. I love the way those fantastic abdominal muscles are franticly working to try to avoid my rock hard from finding a crevice. A fat girl would be exhausted right now. It's good to see all those sit ups have gone to some use. But you'll tire soon enough and I'll enjoy mashing into those rock hard abs in a moment. My also finely tuned abs meshing into yours...like a wonderful puzzle. Hold still my dear. Cmon....you wanted to play. Raise your knees a bit...yes. Feel the burn? Feel the stretch? Work it out baby...there...nice...told you... Yes...keep those hips moving...no pain no gain my dear.

Petite Philosophy

Was thinking today that maybe I like
petite women so much because when
they have my cock in their tiny little
hands it makes me look so much bigger.

Seclusion

A secluded cabin and my camera...just the ticket to bounce back on what was a dreadful break up with my boyfriend. Relax; take some photos. James seemed to be Mr. Right, but then he started talking of wanting "kink", as he put it, during sex. We experimented. But he scared me. He would turn into another person. He went too far one evening. I painfully decided to not wish to be around if his games went to the next level. Games of bondage and slavery. My mind and body so confused at what he did to me. I needed space and lots of time to think of what he did to me that night. Why I was so scared. Why I was so arroused.

Back at the cabin it happened so fast I don't remember most of it. Tossed around like a ragdoll. Blindfolded and gagged before I even thought of putting up a fight. Then I remember fighting him, but no match. He bound my hands and feet with such rage. So quickly...effectively. I layed there on the bed. Knowing he was looking at me. I tried to speak through my gag. "James, is that you"? "Please James....let me go....you're scaring me....please".

He did not say a word. All I heard was the shutter of a camera clicking away. Was it my camera? I fought the ropes holding me and the camera shutter sounds intensified. Him capturing on film by fear....my desperation. I remember being still. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Thinking, "this is why I broke up with you James". My muffled pleas filling the silence now, "James, is that you"?

He would not answer me. I started to panic and squirmed toward the edge of the bed. His hands on me. Tossing me on my stomach and he hogtied me. Helpless...not going anywhere. It hurt. The ropes so unforgiving. Fear of how much more pain I would have to endure if kept fighting. I kept quite still as a sharp knife started to cut away my clothes.

My mind a mixed bag of emotions. My mind set on thinking it was James doing this to me. That soothed me just a little bit. I remember the waiting...wondering when he was going to take me. I was so scared. But horrified at some of my thoughts. The thought of knowing that despite the ropes now bruising and scraping my wrists, that my body was quite arroused and ready for what this man had in store for me. Maybe that is why he kept me waiting for what seemed an eternity. Shocked now at my thoughts. Perhaps my brain comforting me by swaying from fear to thinking...yes hoping...that as long as this man went through all this trouble that I hoped he did me well. My body lay there naked on the bed. Secluded in forced silence and darkness. My body now squirming and writhing in a puddle of my own juices. I beg you to not make me wait much longer. "James...is that you"?

Lolita

I must stress that it is only a matter of ego that I find it flattering that the "coming of age" girl next door likes to sneak a peak or two at me when I am working in my backyard. The weather nice today, her no school apparently, me doing some yardwork without a shirt on. Now...i did say "coming of age", but far from "of age". To know Simon is to know that fathers have nothing to fear from me and my twisted fantasies as far as their underage daughters go.

Still I found it a bit amusing to catch a glimpse of her dad's face when he observed her "checking me out". The fearful thoughts that must go through his mind. Yes sir Mr. Dad, spending extra bucks to keep your girl in exclusive schools will only keep her your little girl for so long. But don't worry Dad, there are plenty of big girls around for me to make sandcastles with as opposed to taking your drooling daughter's gaping seriously. Simon says...have no fear of me Dad. Your daughter will soon enough swoon for some young stallion whose idea of entertainment is max-ing out his mother's credit card playing internet poker. Your daughter's dream man will "buy" her a diamond ring on her credit and toss the bills from the jeweler in her direction. Someday he may even hold a job for more than a month at a time.

Then again. Why don't you just lock her in the basement and send her to me when she turns 18?

HNT + 1: The Real Simon

Ahh...the bliss of a dare. Peer pressure if you will. Contributer Suze graciously requested the writer's participation in "half naked thursday". Albiet, a day late. However, the best in life takes it's time, goes slow...for a better...climax in lack of a better word. I think most women would agree with that.

It might just be the first and last time this blog twists towards the abyss of narcissism and ego; so do not look forward for more. I'm quite more comfortable living in the world of fantasy, make-believe and lust. In essence...hiding in your shadow. But maybe it's healthy to take a timeout once in awhile for the real. "Reality" can be such a lonely word on the internet. So, if only for today, we'll visit reality. The next post maybe we will journey back to fantasy. The fantasy of your hands all over my body before we start doing things my way.

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

I kind of have a newfound respect for tanning spas. I used to make fun of them. However this year I got sucked in and am a regular tanner. The thought of tanning a bit before summer to avoid sunburn finally appealed to me. I'm the kind of pasty white Englishman that gets sunburnt just thinking about the sun. So now I'm a member of the fake n' bake club. It will be nice to go outside once in awhile this summer without worrying about feeling like a slice of cooked bacon. Besides, where else but a tanning spa can you lay down naked around a bunch of beautiful women and not get in trouble?

I kind of like what goes through the mind of women who tan. The vanity that goes with it. The "hey...dig me" crowd. Why not?, I say. Personally, as long as a woman is not starting to curl up and turn orange, that she is more attractive with a nice tan.

It also appears that my tan has made me more attractive to women. May be something to do with my dick getting darker. But thats a line of jokes for a different kind of blog.

Spring Break

I met her on spring break. The weather in Florida almost as hot as she was. A college freshman she said she was anxious for adventure and I admit she met the right guy for that. I look much younger than my years so convincing her that I was a graduate student was not too tough a task. Convincing her to come to my motel room was even an easier task after a bit of teasing and a few beers.

My teasing had warmed her up well before we got into the room, so taking her bikini off was not a problem. She had a firm athletic body and she was well into heat. My trunks were off also and we went at it hot and heavy on the bed. I teased her mercilessly to the point where she was almost begging me to shake her world.

That is when I decided to roll the dice and I asked her just how much adventure she was looking for...just what fantasies did she picture happening during the ultimate adventure. I asked her if she had bondage fantasies and to my relief she chuckled instead of gasped.
She laughed and said, "you mean whips and chains"? I opened up the drawer of the nightstand and tossed my metal restraints on the bed, "no...just handcuffs will do". She was speechless until I kissed her deeply. I was behind her on the bed. I kissed her neck and as unthreateningly as possible i started to pull her arms behind her back. She admitted being very turned on but very nervous. I then explained about "safe words" and told her to say, "the fantasy must end" if she felt uncomfortable enough to end it. She agreed and in moments I snapped a set of cuffs around her wrists.


I was a little less tactful when I tossed her on her belly, pulled her ankles together entrapped them with another set of cuffs. She struggled a bit and made a comment about the cuffs being real when I pulled her close to me and started to fondle her body. She saw how turned on I was as she writhed against the cuffs as my hands and fingers probed and teased my hot little captive. Her body was dripping wet and I was finger fucking her when I stopped just short of making her orgasm.

She was breathing quite heavily. Her body squirming. Begging me to continue. After what I'd say was an uncomfortable silence she asked me what came next. I told her, "this would be the part where I gag you, uncuff your ankles and fuck you". She squirmed a bit...so sexy...playing the role of the helpless damsel. I nearly came right then and there. She tried not to crack a smile when she said, "Suppose I don't want you to do that...what would come next"? I looked at her and said, "It would be the part where I gag you and fuck you anyways".

She rocked my world when she asked if she should take the gag and her fucking willingly or if it would please me if she played the role of a victim. I tried to contain myself when I told her that I liked a little "competition". She then started to squirm that hot little body like she was going somewhere and shook her head violently as I pressed the rubber ball of the gag against her lips. Her battle was useless as the ball found it's place and I fastened the straps behind her neck. I uncuffed her ankles and she did her best to resist me. Safe words not possible after her submission, I was ready for a little battle and used a couple of lengths of rope to tie her legs to each bed leg.
She was twisting as I tied her down and she now layed before me on her belly quite ready and waiting. She moaned as she felt my now quite impatient rod riding up her inner thigh searching for it's target. Her intimate area still quite ready for me I slid in quite nicely. She was deliciously tight for such a horny girl yet she accepted her fate with no resistance at that point. I slammed into her and we both were close. When I reached under her and started to pinch her nipples it was all she could take as I felt her shudder and spray all over me and the bed. I followed shortly thereafter. Exploding deep inside her now still body.


I released her spread legs and she layed there now on her back and was making some muffled sounds that she was a bit tired of the gag. I did take it off and kissed her. She asked me where the adventure goes now. I asked her if she was enjoying her adventure thus far. She sighed and said, "god yes". I reached down and once again cuffed her ankles together. I rolled her to her stomach and used a lenth of rope to hogtie her just strict enough to keep her from leaving the bed. I told her, "if you enjoyed our play so far, then you must remain my captive until morning and you will be used throughout the evening as I see fit". I asked her if she wanted to use her safe word. If she wanted this fantasy to end. She softly said, "I never want it to end". She accepted the gag without resistance and I started to fondle her fabulous body. Our bodies were close and I could feel myself getting hard again. My penis hardening against the small of her back. She felt it and her cuffed hands reached down and caressed my manhood as I stroked the sensitive part of her perky breasts. She gasped and moaned into her gag as my hand reached down started to tease her clit. Yes...may this fantasy never end.

Twisted

I think we are both twisted. That I know we can agree. We've spoken online for months now. The more evil things I said I would do to you....the sexier the photos were of yourself that you sent me.
You kept daring me to find you...to play the games we played for pretend so many times at our keyboards. It was you that kept sending me clues to who you were. Then the day came where I found you.
I told you that I found you. That I was fully prepared to live out our fantasy. I described you, but kept it vague....to try to make you wonder if I had really followed your tease map of clues to the right place. I described you. Rich husband. Nice house...could hardly afford to give that up for a romp with me. I told you I would be careful. Undetectable. Just as a real home intruder would be. Told her I would know when she was home. That I would know when she was alone. I would be well prepared. I would be very capable of treating her like the helpless victim she confessed for so very long of craving.

Perhaps she thought I was, just as I had in the previous months, just fantasizing about her. Bluffing. But that mattered to me little when she gave me the go ahead to "do my worst".


Indeed she reacted with quite a bit of surprise when she awoke with my masked face inches from her. I gagged her hard. Unforgiving. She may have thought her dare would remain forever fantasy, but I admit being most anxious to not give her the chance to tell me such. I knew she would be alone the whole weekend, so a nice romp until dawn would be quite safe. She faught me while I cuffed her wrists and once I bound her ankles with a scarf I had to hogtie her keep her on the bed. She always told me in her fantasy that she would fight me every step of the way. She stilled herself and breathed heavily as she watched me prepare to live out my end of the fantasy. That I did for several hours.

I left as quietly as I entered. I left her bound in a manner where she would be able to work herself loose in 15 minutes or so. Plenty enough time to give me a headstart back to my real world.

I admit being very nervous the next time I saw her online. Admit wondering if police would be looking for me. However, she was the one who first contacted me. To my delight she made jokes of what I was to do to her the next time. My mind danced when she said, "surprise me".

Quiet Lust

She's the quiet girl at work. Cute...but certainly not a knockout. Sometimes you think she may have a nice body, but with the loose clothing she wears you would never know. You know of a couple of the guys at work having asked her out. She turned them down. Quiet, yet in a way, respectful rumors of lesbianism....but nothing vicious. Because she is nice. Keeps to herself, but without acting stuck up.

But then you are surfing a mens site on the internet and come across "miss conservative" 's photo. Now you are obsessed. Must have her. You've told nobody of your discovery.

So how do you get this girl to go out with you? Well who took that photo? An ex-lover...must be. Jilted..maybe that is why she is so secretive? Can I use the knowledge of the photo to my advantage? Must try something.

I sit next to her on lunch. I try to make a connection. The subject wanders to photography...tactfully...carefully. Photography a hobby of mine. Also of hers it turns out.

Going to her place tonight to take some photos. Still lifes, her cats....maybe get her to pose. Tell her she's sexy. Tell her to be sexy. Pose on the furniture she asks. Please do my dear. Do whatever is natural for you.

I think I've found what turns this quiet girl on.