Fall is Here!!! :-))

Oh yes sirree babbo! The leaves are turning color and that horrible dry spell has definitely come to a close! Ha, and what an f'n fabulous week it's been!!

You'll have to read the last post for the beginning of the week but when Sunday came life started returning to normalcy. I was feeling kind of low by the end of the stretch, it took a few days for my spirits to start to pick up again. A wonderful new friend and my dear old heartbreaker on Sunday to start, good cheer from an old friend on Monday and someone new on Tuesday. Then Wednesday night put me over the top!!

Wow, that night was surreal. It had been weeks since I had seen the Brooklyn doctor. He's been out of town a lot and very busy but he finally managed to sneak away for me. We had dinner at some posh Chinese place in east midtown. That guy sure does like his frou-frou Chinese! Lol. It was great to see him, it's been a while and I really missed him. We had a nice talk over dinner, he had concerns about how much I really like him when we're not together. Silly man. Every time more that I see him, the more I can't imagine him not being there. He snuck me home with him on the bottom level of his townhouse, his son and his wife sleeping somewhere on the floors above. On the double sofa in his office we had the most intense sex. I can't explain it really, he ate me out a little and then it was just the standard missionary position, but wildly passionate, grabbing and pulling on everything, bodies never close enough. At the end I was nearly out of my mind and practically sobbing. Wow. What the hell was that?!

The next night I had dinner plans with friends but before leaving I heard from my other doctor friend about getting together early the next morning. After dinner on Thursday I was supposed to be meeting a guy I've been chatting with for a while now about organizing some group stuff. Having forgotten about my dinner plans when we were making plans to meet, originally I was going to come earlier in the evening and if we got along, after we had some fun we were thinking of getting company over. Meeting later after dinner we wouldn't have time to have someone over afterward so I convinced him to let me bring gangleader over with me.

Erm... I kind of flaked on him. First, he's just taken his sweet ass chatty time. It went on so long in the beginning I thought it seemed he was looking for a girlfriend more than just to organize some group stuff. He says it's that he is extremely pragmatic but I've already written about how it's a bit of a red flag for me. And he is one of the people who emails and IMs a lot, which I never like. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to full on adore him. He's an ok looking, out of shape, 40 something guy I doubt I'll find very attractive in that way. My main interest is more the situation which would be super hot that I could stand to be a little more patient. Then talking to him for a bit on the phone before dinner, just as in his emails, he just didn't seem to connect on certain things, like his brain just wasn't getting all of it. Then that damned gangleader disappointed me again. We had talked about it earlier in the week and then as it seems to always go, when the time comes he was evasive all day then says he can't make it. He is another one who talks a lot about meaningful things but I wonder sometimes about his motivations, based on his actions they're not quite lining up with what he says. A little bent out of shape over that and the guy having kind of cooled down my interest over the long intro, I just didn't feel like ending my fun evening with friends to go check out this guy so I sent him a message cancelling with him.

Yesterday morning I had to get up bright and early for the new doctor to come pick me up. He's been away as well all last week and returned highly riled and ready to go! He's on the one hand so totally sweet, but on the other was all for getting nasty! He had it set in his mind that he wanted to tie me up and fuck the shit out of me. Nice. That, he did! Heheh. Face fuck, then he did me hard and deep, had me ride him, then fucked my ass long and hard. He kept me tied up at first until my shoulder started hurting in the position I was in and him fucking me from behind as hard as he was. After we both came a few times he had to get to his office to meet a patient.

I was going to sit tight for the evening after that but I wanted to watch the debate and my f'n cat knocked my TV over the other day so I called a few friends. I didn't hear back from anyone in time before I had already left but without too much time before the debate was going to start a search on CL brought up a guy nearby on the UWS. Turns out he's married, oh open marriage, cool, we might get along pretty well. 30, kinda cute though not so much, a few pounds on the heavy side... We talked and watched the debate some and in the conversation he asked what I did. I told him, mostly, I'm an escort. After that it was pretty much a done game. Even though I had told him I wasn't really looking to get together, just be cool, hang out and watch the debate, once I told him that he was undoubtedly going to go down that path. The conversation took a turn to more racier topics and sooner than later he swooped in and kissed me, nice, soft, juicy lips. He was all over me, but was a little too excited, like a nerdy teenager, lol, with a goofy grin plastered across his face, ear to ear. Unschooled fingers probed at me a little too roughly though he was a little better when he ate me out. The grin threatened to wrap around the backside of his head when I put him in my mouth and swallowed him, lips to his balls. Then he had himself a ball with dirty talk while he fucked me, first on the couch, then riding him, and then bent over from behind. We went to the bedroom for more space, on my knees from behind again then in my ass. He has a nice, hard, moderately large, fat cock and with the Dr. earlier, a little sore still from Tuesday... It was big going in and I came super hard pretty quickly. Poor guy was probably like, what?! All that work going in and that's all?!! Lol. I finished him off in my mouth, letting him see how much he had cum before swallowing like he wanted.

(Truth be known, I was already much more open to the idea when gangleader got in touch just before I was leaving that he wanted to try to get together afterward. Mmmm, if I'd see him after then sex with this guy first would be very hot! But of course gangleader emailed later that he wasn't going to be able to get together. Surprise, surprise.)

Today I was supposed to be out of town with friends but the weather's cancelled the day's plans and I've turned it into a chore day instead. Just after freshly painted my nails, wet enamel untouchable for the next hour or so... my unlikely who anew IMs me horny as hell. I don't think I've mentioned him yet, we haven't met yet, sort of. He had a post up I responded to a week or 2 back with a highly unlikely offer. (I'm rather disinclined to have much faith in such offers, it's either b.s. or the guy will be unreasonable or an ass, or both.) I didn't really expect an answer but we got to chatting, he seemed cool enough on first glance. After a few emails and a few pictures though he realized that we'd met in the past. He didn't send a picture and is using a different email address than from whatever previous encounter so I still have no idea who he is but he says I've left him with good memories. He says, tall, handsome, late 30s. Another one in an open marriage, it's her final decision if it's a good match. Ah, he says his wife is a former model I may recognize. Well, does sound great! Oh, the one pic he sent of his cock was exceptional! ;-)) But still.. things that sound unbelievably great.... That night's rendezvous got cancelled with the arrival of the in-laws and I figured I'd let it lie.

He IMed me this morning, said he went out of town last week and just got in last night. Like I said, horny as hell. Nails freshly painted, I couldn't get down there for a few hours. Unable to wait he was eyeing up his 22 year old Russian housekeeper. Dammit! Lol.

That's ok, I should be going to midtown in a little while instead... ;)

Utter Despondency

Last week was miserable. I didn't want to blog until I had something to write about but it was nothing but a week of frustrations.

After the bjs earlier in the week nothing much came up. With my period before that it was what, 2 weeks without sex?!! Most of my friends are out of town or busy or just not around. But there is just not much going on. Who knows, maybe it's the market but there just were not many guys around looking to get together. The guys I did come across who were cool and I could be into, it seems I was mainly coming across guys who were more into maybe an NSA or something and didn't really get the erotics thing. Then there were 2 guys I did meet, one for dinner, one for lunch. Decent enough company but otherwise a waste of time.  Neither of them could host, I'm not sure what could be expected but both guys seemed more to want someone to date, to go out with, spend time with, more so than the sex part.  And I seriously doubted either wants to take care of their women much (else I would not have had to pay for my own cab).  

Then there's all the chatty guys.  You'd think there'd be more room for mixups with less screening but oddly enough it's often the opposite.  First, it's a good vibe from the start, like you get along naturally.  You "gel", is what I say.  But it kind of implies something about the personality of the guy, too, who will meet up spontaneously without a lot of correspondence first.  There's a confidence and self-assuredness that's needed, easy going, not so uptight, and sort of an optimism, a positive perspective, which also shows a person's life experiences, does the person have good or bad experiences meeting new people, is it easy to meet people?  Do people want to meet you?

When it goes back and forth too long he'll likely be a waffle.  Some  guys will want to chat ad infinitum.  I think a lot of people are online because there's something they want but in the end can only talk about but aren't ready to go through with.  When the chatting drags on, well it seems there's something you're unsure about. So face it, there's something not striking you right. Drop it.  But then too there's the friends, we probably all have them, who always want to chat!  Given my frame of mind last week, by the end of it everything was starting to get on my nerves, lol.

Finally, finally, finally! something came up for Sunday.  Semi desperate at that point I was willing to venture toWestchester.  We had chatted about it for a few days, (this time it was me who was waffling, lol).  He's an older guy, mid 50s.  His picture was ok, once a very handsome guy but definitely starting to show his age.  He was nice enough and seemed like a cool, easy going guy so I gave it a go.  

For my first return from my short abstinence stint it could have been 100 times better...  Poor guy, unfortunately he had to meet me after a couple weeks of abstinence and frustration! lol.  Needless to say, I was not at my best and brightest sunny personality.  He was as in his picture, a formerly handsome guy who is beginning to be old.  I can't say if it was age or how long it's been that way but his penis doesn't work very well.  And a terrible shame because if it could get hard it is a beautiful cock!  Large and thick and nicely shaped, I would very much like to see a cock like that fully hard!  ;-))

With his difficulties he's very into outfits and had me bring my little school girl outfit and lingerie to change into.  He was semi hard most of the time and would get kind of hard but it would go away easily, we'd play around upstairs and would keep having to go back downstairs for a break.  He loved the oral but even then wasn't hard enough after.  Without being able to do more his partner's arousal is key and he loved when I came.  I didn't cum as hard as I usually do but it's still very intense and expressive, I guess, guys love it.  He did manage to get hard enough eventually, though if I remember correctly I don't think he ever did cum.  

In an email afterward he said my orgasm was exceptional but the one that made me laugh was "the poster lady for the best cocksucker ever."  That's one I haven't heard before! lol.  He's a nice guy, we had fun, and when I was back on the train I found a large wad in my bag.  He definitely knows how to take his ladies, I'd be foolish not to want to see him again.  

But the sex was not very satisfying.  When I got home in the evening I was still dying for some good sex.  And given the crappy week, I wanted a hug.  I really wanted to see one of my better friends and took a look around who might be around on a Sunday night.  I was shocked when my email to heartbreaker got bounced back to me.  What the...?!  He's disappearing again?!?!!  Dammit!  I sent him a text message but he messaged me back that he had kept my contact info, he wasn't disappearing.  We talked on the phone some and I ended up going down to his place for a while.  Sounds like it should be just the perfect thing I needed... in theory.

As nice as it could have been, it was a little painful too.  We get along way too well than is good for either of us.  We talked about it some, which was good.  He has some serious attachment issues.  Which is fine by me as I am rather anti-attachment, myself.  But for whatever reasons, same as before he's a complete chicken shit about how drawn we are to each other.  Since we've started seeing each other again he's been making a lot of effort to be sure not to get too close.  It's kind of hard to see him when he's trying not to like me.  We still totally click and have a great time, so easy spending time together, but a little painful too.  And sadly not as satisfying as I'd have liked.  Blowing him is always oh, so good.  He is positively delicious and fits perfectly down my throat, long and not too thick, and pushes my head down, just the perfect amount of roughness.  When he had me over the back of the couch though, he didn't last longer than an instant.  And being that he couldn't allow us to hang out too long, there wasn't going to be a follow up.

Monday morning, I looked around some more for another friend it would be nice to see and got into a fun, naughty chat with "backdoor massage".  We've been together for a while and have grown to be pretty good friends, just what I needed!  He got out of work on the early side to get together for our usual fun.  We always have nice conversations talking about all sorts of things under the sun while I give him a full body massage first.  He has nice, baby soft skin and a perfect round ass that he likes licked when I swallow his cock.  We had chatted about doing anal but we didn't get around to it.  It felt so damned good I didn't really care anyway, lol.  That was just what I was needing!

I was maybe going to go down to Murray Hill later to meet a guy I had been chatting with but that didn't end up going through and we set it up for the next night instead.  He's an average looking Greek guy, a few years younger than me.  He's the fairly open minded European type and was very excited to get together.  Not the best looking guy I see but his open mindedness and excitement was very sexy.  He had a nice, thick headed cock with what would have been a nice shape except that it curved up a little bit.  At least not to the side, which can be deadly.  But the curve doesn't go down the throat well.  He loved how I swallowed him anyway, sticking on that for a while, licking his ass and sucking on his balls.  He didn't last so long the first time so he had me suck on him to get him hard again, the first was too quick for him to get to fuck my ass.  He's pretty big and pushed in too quickly so I'd have to stop and it took a few tries before he could refrain himself long enough to get it in all the way.  He's pretty big and with the bend it was extra tight, I came hard right away.  Sucks for him because he was too big for me to keep going after I had cum.  He was nearly there anyway and just jerked off while I sucked on his balls and he came on my face.  It was a pretty fun night, though he kinda hurt my ass a little.

Other than that, took care of all the last odds and ends to go back to school and put my application in today.  That's good!!  Finally getting my ass back in school for a second degree.  Get to look forward to summer school rehashing calculus, yay.

Time I start getting ready for dinner with the Dr...

An Old Friend, a Few Friends & a Friend in Need

The end of last week didn't add up to much worth writing about here. Between my cycle, the scratch, and even just acne, I was not feeling very sexy! Oh, I did spend Thursday evening with Blue Dog at MoMA but I didn't stay over at his place. I had a great, big, super fun to-do with friends out of town on Saturday that I spent most of Friday preparing for. Then Sunday turned out to be a day of surprises.

Peculiar, I received an IM on my cell phone from someone I didn't recognize. He said we talked 6 months or so ago but didn't meet up. The email address he said he used didn't pull up anything when I made a search. Ok, maybe he used a different address and didn't remember. We chatted for a pretty long while, he asked me a lot about "kinky" things. Which, kinky is soooo relative. First he asked about being watched while peeing. When does that become kink exactly? I'm sure it's not kinky to be in the same room while someone's peeing or guys are in trouble using public bathrooms! I know boyfriends have come into the bathroom and have been watching while I'm peeing, even specifically asking to see. I never thought of that as kinky. So I guess it's the arousal part that makes it kinky? But people can be aroused by anything that their perversion latches on to so does that mean that anything can potentially be kinky??

But I digress, at any rate, chatting with this guy, pee and anal were the two things that kept coming up. We had talked about meeting up later in the evening but then something else came up, that I'll get to next. I had to leave before wrapping up the chat, kind of left hanging so I sent him a text after I'd left. To which he responded... Turns out... He confesses that I know who he is after all! He used a different email address so I wouldn't know who he is.

Soooo many things wrong with this.

He said he was too shy to bring it up to me. That is probably true. But I've known this guy for YEARS. Seriously, how, why would you keep quiet for what, 3 years I've been giving him bjs?? AND in the IM when I was trying to find out more about who this guy was he said he's married, 3 years, to a girl he's been with for 6 years. He had always maintained for all these years that he was single. Why?!?! Really now?! Well, last time I saw him he said he had gotten himself a girlfriend. But it's something I always, always asked him about. It never made sense to me that he didn't have a girlfriend. Makes sooo much more sense that he is married. Why in the world did he lie to me all this time?! That makes no sense at all. But then, hey wait a minute, going by the time line that also means that he started seeing me right around the same time he got married. Now that's a great sign about something you're supposed to be committed to 'till death do you part...

Crazy.

At any rate, I suspect he had an additional motivation for hiding who he was, he is kind of in the dog house with me. I've known him for years because I do genuinely like the guy. He's a cutie with a good heart, deep down, if a lot shyer than I thought (funny, huh, how lack of confidence and deceit go hand in hand...). But, much as I do like him, and long as I have known him he also has a terrible habit of contacting me last minute for Very Badly Planned rendezvous (sometimes unrealistic) and then would usually keep me waiting, sometimes not showing at all and then calling me hours after we were supposed to meet, asking where I am. After a while, the negatives outweighed the positives and the last time he stood me up I told him I wouldn't see him any more.

But before finding out that last twist of who I was chatting with, while we were IMing I got a text message from lo and behold, Boston's back in town! He had texted the previous night actually, when I wasn't around. He was supposed to be going back to Boston but ended up staying the day and driving back later in the evening. With some time to get together ;-)

Have I mentioned him... them before? I think I might have, not sure. He lives in Boston, obviously, and stays at a friend's apartment when in town. Good looking guy, turned 41 this week, looks a lot younger, slightly effeminate. Nice guy, I got a good feeling from him chatting before we met, maybe a year and a half ago. When I got there his friend and another friend was there. I found that very interesting. Guys are usually pretty secretive about these things. It went a long way in showing what kind of guys they were that they could be so open and uninhibited around each other. It was kind of impressive.

The two friends went to the other apartment he has next door while I gave Boston a massage with a happy ending. Afterward, if I was up for it, his friend wanted me to go by next door before leaving. It was kind of an awkward hurdle to get over to do it but at the same time, very hot. The third friend was gone by then and that's how I started seeing the both of them together. I've seen them a few times since then, always together. I've wondered why the one who lives here never calls me. When I saw them on Sunday the friend said it was because he was shy and because he didn't want to step on Boston's toes. That was the first time I had picked up on that as well, when I had asked Boston about it earlier he got evasive and made like they weren't that close friends, he didn't know what his friend did... which doesn't seem very likely. Still haven't figured out what the real reason is yet. Who knows. But it is interesting I'm starting to pick up on a push and shove. I kind of like the friend better, we hang out and smoke pot and have fun together, but yet I know him through Boston. We all have that little juvenile side of us that there's supposed to be a seniority there. Anyhow, I'll see Boston first and then his friend, and there's always another friend or two there as well, who leave along the way.

When I showed up Boston told me his friend had other plans and wouldn't be around, which was a disappointment. We went over to the bed and instead of the massage first, he must have been especially looking forward to it and he lied on his back, leaving me to go straight to it. It works much better the other way around. As much as guys talk down foreplay even they need some warming up. He was hard but was also harder for him to get there without prior teasing. Then when it was done there was an emptiness to it, without having the closeness first, so I lingered and cuddled with him afterward, massaging and kissing his back and lying with him, rekindle the substance.

The phone rang that company had arrived downstairs, for his friend who was in the next door apartment. Answering the phone Boston found a note slipped under the door to have me come by before I left after all. Interesting. So why the company coming over now then? Curious... Boston had to head out of town and walked me over next door, his friend was there with another friend I've met before. The plus friend I know is into me, whether it's a coincidence he's there, I don't know. Plus friend is moved off the couch to the armchair to make room for me next to the first friend, who is on the couch with his blanket and puts his legs in my lap. Apparently I am supposed to play with him under the blanket while his friend sits on the other side of me. We sat there like that for a while, watching TV and talking. If that's how it's going to be... I started blowing him. I changed position so his friend would have been looking at my ass but he had disappeared to the kitchen, lol. He came in my mouth and I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out they were both in the kitchen. My dress strap had broken while we were playing and I took my top down, fussing with my strap when the plus friend came into the room behind me. Putting my top with the broken stap back on and turning around to him he was saying something about not needing to put it back on on his account and complementing my boobs, coming nearer and asked if he could touch them. Wow, this could get very hot! Hmmm... let's see where this goes ;-)

He was All Over Me. Groping and pawing and would have eaten me up... had his friend not been there to walk in... Now. Plus friend dropped me immediately and while the first friend and I sat back down on the couch, plus friend quickly had to leave. Again, the pecking order...

Monday I finally got to see my supposed gangleader (that's what he's tagged as though the gang situ never did come about). Yay! He was kind of missing the last month or so, I wouldn't hear much from him. Got an email from him last week that he was cutting off communication with me. What?!?! I thought he meant he wasn't going to see me anymore. Turns out he had been having problems at home, including but not excluded to his wife finding emails between us. They're separating, he's getting his own place, they're sorting out custody issues... basically, his life is in turmoil.

He lived in Brooklyn which made it hard to get together before but got a short term place on the Upper West Side. There's a distancing that was still there but he said he wanted to see me. He didn't seem in the frame of mind for wanton naughtiness though and I figured he probably could use someone to talk to, or to talk about something else with and get his mind off things. We went past his apartment but it was really nice out so I dragged him over by the river in the park, which was nice to sit and talk. You could see it all brewing in there, he keeps it all in and doesn't talk about it so easily, so I'd babble on about something inconsequential until he felt like saying something else. Before we ran out of time though, we had to go by his place to play for just a bit. He is not so big so that I can swallow him without gagging too hard so that I don't have to stop, just keep swallowing him deep, all the way down the entire time. He said something about me liking to do deepthroat. True. But I only like doing it if the guy likes it. Not all do. I think he did ;-) Unfortunately, turned out neither of us had a condom on us leaving me Very Frustrated. After he came and I left, on the one hand it was really good to see him. I really like him and would love to see more of him. But at the same time, with so much weighing on him we weren't really free to just enjoy ourselves. There was that which was on his mind that was closed off to me. He was a little distant, can't blame him, but I didn't feel the connection so much as I'd have liked. Understandably, I'm sure his connection with me is not very high on his list of priorities right now.

Damn that cutie downtown! That boy has some time management issues, ugh! He is leaving to Europe tonight. We were supposed to get together before he left and he had tried making plans to but the stars are working against me on this one. Period hasn't gone away all the way either. Time's out, it's just not going to be. Dammit! Now he is going to Europe for 3 or 4 weeks to be with his girlfriend who moved out there a month or so ago. He's been good at surprising me so far but a lot can change in a month....

Did I Step In Something...?

Was my moon sign over Venus or something? Did I find a four-leaf clover or a penny I didn't know about?


Well actually it didn't feel so lucky starting out. As I wrote in the last post, I was supposed to be seeing my yummy little cutie friend downtown again. The one we instantly adored each other when we met, so much so that I thought I wouldn't see him again after he started having issues with the generosity thing the next evening. If you'll remember, I thought he was too confused, that he liked me more than he knew what to do with outside of the typical girlfriend context and I didn't think he'd be able to resolve his conflicts and would disappear. I was ecstatic to be wrong. I was kind of surprised but very happy when I heard from him a few days later.


I was supposed to go down to his place Friday evening around 7. We had chatted earlier in the day and he was supposed to email me when got home for me to come down. Time passed and I didn't hear from him, no response to the email I sent him... Dammit! Grrrrr. Hours later I got a few semi-frantic emails that he'd fallen asleep and would I still come over. Goofball was quite upset with himself. My ass was firmly attached to the couch by that time however, there was little to no chance I was leaving my bad TV that night.


He was going to be out of town Sunday, I had dinner plans in the evening, we only had time to meet Saturday afternoon. When I got to his place he was still kicking himself in the ass about the previous night, apparently he had wanted to go out to dinner and out for the night and have me stay overnight. Mmm, that would have been very nice. Too bad about that but our afternoon was excellent. He was every bit as adorable as the last time, cute, sweet, funny, just the right kinda goofy that makes him even cuter, and constantly keeps me laughing. (He says that's one of the things he likes about me is that I make him funny, lol).


Not long after I arrived he was supposed to be going to the kitchen to make me a drink but we were on the couch and I guess I was distracting him, heheh. He managed to stand up to go to the kitchen before the drink got completely forgotten. Bending over he scooped me up off the couch, telling me to hold on, picking me up and carrying me over to the bed. I love when he does that! The first one was short but good and hard. He was completely exhausted and wiped out afterward! Seriously. Like on the verge of heart attack might not have been such a big exaggeration. Wow, we really exerted ourselves on that one! Lol.


He is kind of funny, he has a total thing for my ass but is not into anal. I guess it's not that odd but it just seems the two go together. Anyway, we hung out for the afternoon. He had been up all night so I forced him to eat something. We had sex a few more times until in the end, trying to get another one in before I had to leave, riding on top of him he just didn't have another one in him, heheh. Leaving his place he was an absolute doll, giving me a big, fat, sweet bear hug and then standing peeking out of the doorway, saying silly things making me laugh after I had walked away down the hall, out of sight around the corner waiting for the elevator, still standing at the door making me laugh. Sadly he'll be leaving for a month soon to go see his girlfriend in Europe. We are supposed to get together again before he goes.


From Battery Park I went up to Midtown to meet the doctor for dinner. His son's back now that summer's over so we had to go to a hotel. Heading to the Intercontinental after dinner was nowhere near the same as going back to his townhouse, sigh... Poor thing, I completely passed out for a little while after we had sex. Soon enough he had to head home. He drove me uptown before going home to Brooklyn. His Jeep instead of his Cadillac sports car, 4x4 for the rain. I guess.


Sunday.... would you believe! If you'll remember, when I wrote about the cutie down in Battery Park last time when I was writing about how I thought he'd disappeared I mentioned another guy from last year that he reminded me about. Another good looking, really great guy, all around great "catch". When we met we instantly just totally connected. I was supposed to be going over for a massage but I ended up staying over night. We went out for a while but then I swear it was that he chickened out, he had too many feelings and it got too complicated for him.


So then, speaking of the devil, he responded to a CL post I had up. I nearly deleted it without answering but then I sent him back a little reply, hey, how have you been. Turns out he'd thought of me in the meanwhile, he'd looked for my contact info again but he had gotten rid of it all when he stopped seeing me. He said he had to get rid of it to stop himself from calling me. Did I not say he liked me more than he was comfortable? Oi, boys...


When I got there he gave me a big, warm hug. It was very nice to see him again. I swear he looks even better than he did last year. Turns out I was mistaken about his age, he's 35 but looks 28 or so! 6'2, thin, shoulders a little broader though, he must be keeping up at the gym. Yum! Looks great. Oh yeah, that's right, I remember those pretty blue eyes. The hair's getting some silver on the sides I don't remember from before. Very sexy. He is just the perfect amount of silly, goofy, almost shy and nerdy that I absolutely adore! I dunno... something about this guy. Geez, writing this I am going to get myself in trouble all over again! (Yes, it's true, he nearly broke my heart when he stopped seeing me last time).


The post he had responded to alluded to something about very kinky and in one of the emails from earlier in the day he asked something on the topic of kinkiness. Something to which in return I asked him something about why he responded to the kink post, what kink. He wouldn't answer, said I would laugh. No, I wouldn't. He still wouldn't tell me when I asked him about it again when I got there. He is just too cute! Too shy to tell me. He wouldn't tell me when I asked him until when we were starting to have sex the second time he asked me if I had ever been watched. Sure. Later on, lying on top of me while inside of me he said in my ear that he'd thought about being watched while having sex with me. After we were done having sex I asked him again about what he didn't want to tell me. I told you already, he says. ??? Oh... Silly. He is just so cute! THAT is what he thought I'd laugh about?!


Ah, but I am getting ahead of myself. Before getting to sex, first was oral. He has a Very Nice moderately large cock, 9" or so, not so thick. Just right to go down my throat ;-) Putting him into my mouth he could not wait for me to swallow him again. Slipping my lips down around the base of his cock he mumbled something about that was what he missed, pushing my head down again and again until I was gagging, tears in my eyes. He does love deepthroat! (And I love that he loves it, not all guys do). The sex afterward was as excellent as ever, the last time we finished with our first foray into anal sex. I couldn't stay over but when I was walking out to leave he stopped me, scooping me up in a big hug from behind and holding me tightly for a few seconds before I walked out the door. Mmm, it was so nice to see him again.


Wow, when did a girl get so lucky?! All these yummy, yummy men cropping up one after another! Woohoo! :-D

Monday rolled around and turned out to be not so bad either. I met a guy not so far away a little further uptown from me. We didn't do a lot of chatting before hand, it was one of those that just gels nicely and goes along smoothly. When I arrived he ended up being an ok looking guy, kind of big, a little overweight but carried it well, more of the burly sort, fairly good looking. What was it that I absolutely loved about him exactly...? He was pushing my face down into the pillows while I was on my knees, it must have been while he was doing me doggy style I think it was. He was perfectly delicious! Very rough but a complete gentleman too, stopping every once in a while to be sure that that sound was a out of enjoyment, you ok?


On a side note, that's usually one of my biggest pet peeves. Not being asked are you ok, per se. It's more about being asked that repeatedly, showing no confidence. Are you ok? Are you ok? Everything alright? Ugh, gets infuriating after a while. He, on the other hand, had no confidence issues, nice and rough, but with just right touch of consideration too.


Oops, I had thought I was done but I can't forget about my friend Lord European nobleman. He had called Sunday evening but I wasn't in the mood to go out so we made plans for Monday. (Thankfully! Otherwise I wouldn't have been around later to see my old cutie again). As I've described him before he's a very handsome, debonair older gentleman. He takes care of his looks and I've sometimes wondered about that full head of hair of his that he always keeps a little long and shaggy. Massaging his head like he loves there was this odd, plasticy texture to his hair, a lot like doll's hair. So that's how his hair is so thick. I guess he didn't spring for the natural hair this time and went with the synthetic. Ok....


He's a big bear of a guy and he'll pick me up and toss me over on the bed the way I like. Then lying on top of me he bit on my nipples then ate me out. He gets a little too voracious with his teeth sometimes though, I was too sensitive for it that night and had to squirm away. He pulled his head back and opted for his fingers instead. Then pulling his fingers out carelessly his nail scratched along the inside of my lip. YEEEOUCHHHH!!!


Goddamnit f'n *&@#! bastard #?%*@!! what the fu****?! Grrr....

Anxious to get home and tend to my wounds I didn't stick around very long after sex. I was really pretty miffed about it. Uncomfortable and sore, he killed my sex life for the next few days. I spent my time working on finishing up my website yesterday instead. Today is the day of doom, cramps hell, I don't know that I'll be getting up to anything much for a few days. I do hope to finish up the website in the meanwhile. It's just about done, I just need to figure out how to change the URL address... Damn domain names and CNAMEs and nameservers and aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!

I Love Being Wrong Sometimes...

I love being wrong sometimes. I love when people surprise me. I love being disappointed about being disappointed! Hahah! Cutie p'tootie from the last blog ended up having a more open mind than I gave him credit for. I was almost sure he wasn't going to be able to step out of the box and was going to melt off in the distance and disappear. Heheh, I love being wrong sometimes! I am supposed to see him later tonight.

There's been very little going on since the last post. Aside from one thing already prearranged the week before there was nearly no point to look for any other naughty fun things to get into. Just about no one worth playing with was in town with the Labor Day weekend so I spent most of my time working on my website thing. I still have a few things to finish working out but it's nearly laid out. Now I need to figure out getting a private domain name to host my site?? At least I think that's what I'm supposed to be doing, lol.

I did finally meet a guy I'd been chatting with for a few weeks. We didn't have anywhere to meet and I let him talk me into going to a short stay hotel, something I am far from inclined to do. I'm pretty adamant about it, I have to really feel good about the guy and really want to see him enough to override my distaste for the motel thing. What a sweetie, he came and picked me up for our early morning rendezvous on Friday. Surprise, surprise, the first black guy I've seen in a while. Another doctor (what's up with the doctor's lately?!), older, fit, in good shape, big cuddly teddy bear type, sexy and very anally inclined. We had a very nice, easy going ride downtown, comfortable from the start. When we got to the room he was a beast! ...in an entirely good way, heheh. He just scooped me up and devoured me! Sooooo nice, mmmm...

Details, details... Unfortunately I did not write my blog earlier like I meant to when my memory was still fresh. He was a great big powerful man, sweet, sensual, tender... and a complete beast! Moved me around where he wanted, from every angle, however he willed, going for a couple hours with little let up. (Another older guy to put the younger guys to shame! heheh) After driving me home again he wrote in an email afterward that next time he'd like to tie me up.

After some social obligations I had in the city on Sunday I took up the quirky fun guy from a few weeks ago up on his invite to stay a few nights up in the Catskills area. Turns out he's actually a pretty big time writer. Which, he'd told me he was a writer before but I liked that he didn't broadcast and talk himself up. In actuality, turned out the house we were staying at belongs to an iconic legendary actress, googling his name pulled up a recent appearance he did on John Stewart's show, who knows what else he's done over his career but the last thing he mentioned was being a writer for a way huge movie that came out a few years ago. And a way cool background too, travelling for years all over the backside of the world, almost dying crossing the desert and that kind of thing. Wow. But totally laid back, not at all full of himself.

Sounds like a great time, no? Not really. Was it maybe a sign of stress and insecurity? His last book that he'd worked on for years was too academic to be a big money maker. It's always uncomfortably humbling to be broke, especially when you've accomplished so much. Then, too, there was what he had to say about his last girlfriend, that she had so many problems. Never a good sign. Sorry to say guys but if you've got drama and nastiness in your life then no matter how much you may think you're an innocent bystander who doesn't get involved in drama, sorry but you are involved. To some degree you are a participant, it is your life and those are the types of people who you get involved in. It's generally the case that if someone has those types of people in their life then that's not the kind of person who I'd want to be involved with.

At any rate it soon became evident that, A) he wanted to do waaaaay more cuddling than I could bear, and B) he didn't want conversation, he wanted someone to listen and learn in awe and agreement. A new opinion was incomprehensible. Even the stupidest little thing he'd get defensive about and take personally. When I made a comment about there being a lot of flies he started getting all bristly, I had to qualify my statement clearly, a lot relative to the previous days. I think it's pretty normal and not so obnoxious for people to be bugged by bugs but he just didn't want to give, like he so wanted to be offended. The breaking point was over dinner the second night. He had made a pasta in clam sauce. Simple, flavorful, delicious. As the food was being served up and put on the table I made the normal, mm-mmm, smells good, can't wait to eat comments. Sitting down in front of my plate I said it looked like it would go well with pine nuts. Before even getting to pronounce the last -uts... NO. Umm... ok, I guess it doesn't go with pine nuts then, I said. To which he says, I wish people would taste it before they start criticizing.

Umm... Wasn't criticizing, you dolt. Simply a suggestion you might not have thought of before and possibly might like to entertain the idea. Love when people are so stuck to their own script that they don't even let thoughts cross their mind before objecting. Gee, wish people would taste before criticizing. I objected to his barb, trying to smooth over his feelings, I was not criticizing the food, it was a suggestion... Crushing anything more I had to say he put an end to the conversation:

Those who can't do, criticize those who can.

What did you say, you fuck?! Now you're just trying to be unnecessarily ugly. Ugly. >Poof!<.

omg dammit!!! the whole rest of this f'n blog disappeared & i just do NOT feel like rewriting the whole damn thing right now...

Oh, fuck it. I am not rewriting this thing over again. In sum, quirky fun wasn't so fun in the end. We had sex only once on the first night. By the next night we were just sharing a roof. It was nice getting out of the city for a few days though.

When I was home again I went by the lawyer's office Thursday afternoon. He was pretty riled up and put me on the desk straight away. Usually he's about 2 minutes but he really lasted for a while, maybe almost 10 minutes even. He wanted to go to Bebe's afterward and get me a dress but we didn't have much time so we just had lunch nearby.

Later that evening I met with a guy who was back in town again. We were supposed to have met a couple of weeks back but it ended up being a comedy of errors with a bit of a goose chase around town. He's a nice guy, late forties, not much to look at, not ugly, not anything in particular. After drinks we had a bite at China Grill then went up to his hotel room. He came quickly but I looked away for a second and he was hard again. This guy just did not stop! Unfortunately that was about the only good thing. He managed to stay hard forever but the sex wasn't very good. Writing this the first time, I was shocked to realize he was still hard when I left. I left when there was still a hard cock?! Really??? Wow. Yeah, I guess it was not so good at all...

Ah, rewriting this now I'm remembering there was another guy I met on Saturday before getting out of town. Funny thing is I only remembered because I had his address in my head that I committed to memory on the way there because I didn't write it down, but my memory of the guy is nil.

Redemption for Downtown

Wow, that is terrible. I am searching and searching and searching my memory and cannot for the life of me remember the guy I saw Monday afternoon, less than 48 hours ago. He was on the Upper East Side in the 70s... had to walk up to the top floor... shoot, I even remember seeing the Jewish thing in a doorway on my way up the stairs... but then the door opens and my memory is blank. Oh, wait, wait, wait... coming back a little... salt and pepper hair, late 30s, kind of cute, regular looking guy, a few extra pounds, not quite in shape. The sex was pretty good too. Evidently nothing much to remember, lol, but then that means it's not a bad thing either. I think his cock was ok, on the smaller side, but he was pretty good and I think I remember him lasting a respectable length of time.

Afterward I was flipping through some different things, deciding what I would do that evening. A very old *friend* I see sporadically resurfaced, he wanted me to come down to Chelsea in the early afternoon but then that got put back and we were going to get in touch later in the evening, leaving me with plenty of time to fill. I had received an email from a guy down in the financial district. Everything about the email looked good, except the financial district. One, it's on the opposite end of Manhattan, very far away, too far for a cab and requires a transfer on the subway to get there (HATE transferring). Two, except by the water, I hate it down there anyway. It's always cold, there's never any sun with the narrow streets and skyscrapers constantly under construction, scaffolding on every other block. Crowds of tourists and empty, lifeless people who live and work down there, as cold as the district (can't even call it a neighborhood, it is a district). But the main thing that sits in my craw... it's the guys.

Of anyone I'd ever met on CL I had yet to have a good experience with someone from the financial district. There were maybe two or three times the meet was actually even successful, but I've not liked the guys at all. All good looking, clean cut, decent enough guys but there's just something about them, some cold, ugliness that completely turns me off, like they're missing something important and not quite whole human beings. Some of the finance guys there's an initial attraction, they'll be charming and have a winning smile and personality. But then there it is, that missing element, inhuman.. dehumanizing. Overwhelmingly though, my experience with finance guys and the financial district, has been a complete waste of time. These are the guys who are notorious for making arrangements, often pressuring me to go out of my way to change my schedule around to their needs, have me go all the way down there... to wait. Sometimes they eventually do show up, or disappear completely, never to be heard from again, but never with any common courtesy call or message that they're late or can't make it. That, I can't stand! I am the most understanding person when it comes to busy schedules. This is NYC, shit comes up! But if you've made arrangements that include anyone else have the f'n decency to let them know plans have changed. If you can't show me that much respect then there is obviously no chance I'll sleep with you!

Prejudiced against the financial district for sure but I try not to overgeneralize stereotypes. (There's always the possibility there are good people out there, right?!) Cautiously I responded back, poking him about the financial district. He wrote back that he's in Battery Park and was not a "Financial Fuck!" Funny. His emails were fun, he seemed to have a good spirit about him... Oh, and late 20s, "very handsome," 6'3, Spanish Italian... Hmmm, sounds yumm! Ok, we'll roll the dice...

And this is why it pays to keep an open mind, my friend! I cannot tell you what an amazingly fun evening we had! Tentative plans for later were forgotten. From afternoon late into the evening, we spent the entire night together. His gf moved to Europe a week ago, I'm sure he's missing having her around. We sat on the couch and just hung out for a long while. He's funny, likes to be goofy, a complete cutie with a grin that goes ear to ear. We smoked, drank... just had one of those amazing nights when the rest of the world out there is somewhere else far, far away. Passionate, snuggly, rounds of hot sex... A long, wonderful evening that zipped by in a flash. Completely drunk, I passed out in the cab home and woke up the next morning still drunk.

He sent a few emails the next day, still high on the previous evening. Thoughts of him kept a smile on my face all day... Then I guess the high wore off, at the end of the night he sent an email that put a serious damper on any previous elation. Evidently he is now struggling with himself. He says it's the generosity. That's not really the issue though. I know exactly what it is. (And actually it's all too familiar...) He's a young, good looking, great guy. Excellent "bf material," the kind of guy girls would love to have and he'd be f'n wonderful to them. He is young though, and still convinced he is a monogamist. He's still in love with the idea of a "soul mate" or some such other ephemeral creature. Problem is he likes me too much. If I was maybe really dumb and super hot, that girl he could pay for sex, that wouldn't be a problem. Problem is he thinks feelings have to have labels and be put into neat little predetermined packages, as proscribed by popular lore. The problem is that he's confused by feelings that he thinks can only go in a certain specific arrangement but that arrangement is infeasible so he does not know what that means or what to do. He was struggling with it but still hopeful in his last email but I'll tell you what he is going to do, he is going to disappear. I sincerely doubt he'll be able to swallow a whole mind shift overnight. Give him a decade...

Last year there was a guy... Also 28, tall, funny, good looking cutie, a little goofy, wicked smart... Man we swept eachother off our feet when we met! Intense. We went out 4 or 5 more times but in the end it was the same, he liked me too much and couldn't reconcile that with the life he imagined for himself. Married guys a little older going through the stages of separation are coming to terms with the dissolution of their old assumptions about love and relationships. Guys who never get married usually aren't capable of being a good companion. Older, more mature guys seem the ones to have seen a few things in life and have had a few lessons about what relationships actually are and aren't. So in the end it's easier to be with the 50 something year old doctor who probably still wants to change me into something I'm not but who can at least accept, even appreciate that I don't come in a standard package. Well that's my theory on that right now anyway, lol.

Before I got that email at the end of the night though, yesterday was pretty good. Simultaneously drunk and hung over when I woke up I was still in an excellent mood from the previous night. An email from someone with a similar address to someone I've not seen all summer put me in mind to say hey. Happy coincidences, he had left work early for the day. Now this is a cutie p'tootie who would make a Terrible bf! Lol. Complete butthead, the epitome of a male pig... and I do say that lovingly ;) Good guy, good friend; terrible bf. Apparently he's gotten himself into a big ole mess now and some crazy he got involved with because he thought she'd be easy, lol. I told him you can't mess around with women who know eachother! That is just asking for trouble. But he's such a butthead he probably enjoys his li'l women's dramas and jealousies ;-p

He looked good, all tan and yummy, a little in need of a haircut. We had started way back long ago with massages. That was what it was for a long time but we've grown to be pretty good friends over the years. He appreciates a good massage, full body, head to toe, ears toes to fingertips. Way back when, the way he'd tilt his ass up, I figured out pretty quick where he has a soft spot. He made like it's something he occasionally kind of liked a time or 2 before... but of course nothing he really is into. We won't tell him but always, after every massage, there's his ass reaching out to be licked. And it's a very nice ass, perfectly round and juicy, certainly not your typical white boy ass, heheh. Crucially, his hygiene is always impeccable. We are in complete sync on the matter, he is always fresh out of the shower when I get there. (I don't care where I'm going, if I'm going anywhere it's hard to leave the house without a shower!)

Sucking on his ass he'll arch his back, raising himself up against my tongue. With space under him I'll reach under his balls, stroking his cock, sucking on his balls, rubbing my lips and tongue over all the sensitive spots... We won't stay there for too long (because well, he doesn't really like it, heheh) so I'll turn over and crawl under him, slipping his cock into my mouth. Can I fuck you? he asked me (which I always find amusingly P.C. of him). Though I suppose that's not really the right question, other way around! Flipping around and lying on his back, sucking on his balls while he put on his condom, I got on top of him. Lowering down and taking him all in (mmmm...) he nearly barked out at me, overexcited, Don't make me cum too quick! Teeheehe, too cute. I rode him slowly at first then worked him up into him nicely! Ah, he loved it and laughed about how much he came. Yes, I suppose that has been our best and longest.

Now it's midweek. Still quiet before the Labor Day weekend. Not bothering to do much today but Ice Cream's popped up... Seems he has a late meeting and will be getting a hotel in town tonight... But he is always such a tease.

Oh, I remember now that first guy I couldn't remember about, he grab/pinched my ass too hard when I was riding him. Sorry babe, there's not bigger love handles but geez! Give me a break! ;-p

P.S. My response to Corioliskid's question about the ad is posted in a comment to the last blog. I think I also posted a comment to you about your marital situation (if that was your post i found on loveshack.org, anyway). Hope you got it.

End of Summer's Slim Pickings

There's just not much going on in the city the last few weeks coming up to Labor Day. Slim pickings while everyone's out of town having their last blast of summer. I am sure next week will be even more dreadful...


Monday was a complete wash. Tuesday started out in the Village with a fun, slightly zany, good looking guy in his mid 30s. Quirky, fun, I bet he'd be loads of fun at a party. Energetic, playful and very zealous, lol, we had a lot of fun. He was very passionate, if not especially rough, but good and hard.

That evening I had dinner with the affectionate Dr, excellent as always. He is not the naughtiest in bed but at 50 something he is like a 20 year old! Excellent body and gorgeous cock, stamina, drive, experience... everything a girl could ask for, heheh. After a delicious oral exchange he had me cum a few times before I passed out. Even after cumming he was the one to stay awake, then getting up early and waking me up. Where does that man get the energy?! Not vanilla either, when he was inside me he told he wants to watch me with someone else, he wants to watch me get fucked by a big cock. I imagine he means a really big cock because he is not so particularly small himself...

Wednesday I got an email from my dear, delicious, long time friend RAW. Very cute. For those of you who wonder about authenticity... I had a post up on CL erotics with an itty bitty little picture, mostly shaded, just the figure of me on my knees on the bed, face turned away in the shadow. I thought it was inconspicuous enough but I got a response to the post from him, "Now that's a familiar looking sight......" lol.

As usual he had me go straight to the bathroom to change, no chatty pleasantries. He had the platform stiletto hooker heels waiting and this time it was a pretty little lavender lace garter belt with black thigh highs, a line running up the back. Coming out of the bathroom he looked me over, had me take off my glasses and get on my knees in front of him. I swallowed him down to his cock ring, he likes when I get him dripping wet. He didn't face fuck me as hard as he usually does, I didn't really even gag. He got behind me, eating me and rimming my ass, teasing me with the head of his cock. Then he pulled me by my hair and had me crawl to the bedroom so he could fuck me in front of the mirror, doggy and then anal, long and hard. He couldn't get the right angle and see in the mirror so he kept slipping out, teasing me while I was climaxing, not letting it rush out, stopping and starting again. I came for the longest time, it went on forever, then still in my ass he kept going, hard until I came super hard a second time. Sucking him off some more, he fucked me doggy again and made me cum a third time then I sucked him off to finish. He had wanted a facial but most of it he shot up over my head and landed on my ass, lol.

This may have been his best ever. He is always excellent fun but he usually does not last long and cums super quick. He needed to hurry to get out in time for a dinner so ironically because he had a time limit he felt under pressure and had a hard time cumming, lasting way longer than usual. I'll have to catch him before dinner more often!

The male escort had been emailing for a while, talking about getting together again, (and always hinting about "ideas" he had for us, some "people who may want to meet" me). It wasn't high on my list of things to do and I wasn't so keen on any of the "people" he'd like me to meet. The one appeal was his love for oral. Throughout the day I'd been chatting with a guy. Long of the short on that story was he liked when a girl had sex with someone else before he sees her then tells him about it, what she liked, what turned her on. Personally, I love having sex with someone who is turned on knowing I've just had sex with someone else. The male escort was emailing me to come over so I took him up on the offer.

When I got there conversation was a non starter. I tried a few times starting a little small talk but it was clear he didn't want to talk. And not in a good way. We didn't want to rip eachother's clothes off, unable to talk. He was just all about business. In answer about his day, however, he said he had been in "a few" MM+ situations. The thought of him being with... 2+ x 3+ = 6+ guys earlier that same day, on the same bed, on the same dirty sheets... Not appealing. (Geez, writing this now, I should have left before it began... yech!) Going to sit on the edge of the bed I slumped down lower than expected, the end of the bed collapsed onto the floor. He complained about a fat guy breaking the bed and now fat guys have to sit on the chair for bjs. Umm... what?? Gross. (Why is this so crystal clear now in retrospect?! Ugh). He laid back on the bed, legs spread open, as if I was supposed to jump right in and service him. Not after all the previous activity with a bunch of fat, old gross guys! I stroked him half heartedly and he prodded uninterestingly between my legs. Trying to make some kind of connection, talk, affection, anything! ...nothing. Then he just dived into business. In my mind I was just thinking about the next guy I wanted to see. On a personal level I wasn't feeling it with the escort but if anything, there is a reason he is an escort. Despite however many previous work outs he'd had he still had another one in him and was very good for a hard drilling.

Upon leaving, turned out the guy I was supposed to see afterward, for whom I was bothering with that whole fiasco, in the end he supposedly thought I wasn't going to finish in time and all worked up, found another girl to ease his tensions. Sheezus...

Thursday night I was just horny, watching DP porn. (Funny because I don't even watch porn. I am completely bored except I found that I like watching DP porn. I have the feeling I'd like gay porn too.) Anyway, I met up with a guy nearby. Tall, young, athletic, blond and blue, all American from upstate, gorgeous... and kind of goofy. Aw he was cute, and a good guy. Funny though how some people are completely gorgeous but their personalities make them less gorgeous than they are. Some people have more sex appeal than they actually are attractive. Well this guy could be deadly if he ever decided to be a callous, shallow, egomaniac. I rather liked him the way he was. And completely oral, he was. I am sure I sucked him off but now all I really remember was him devouring me. There is a guy who loves eating pussy. So good! Finger in my ass, he had me melting. Would have loved to finish with a fuck but that was quite lovely indeed.

Friday ended the week with a bonus surprise. The biggest, fattest, most delicious cock in all of NYC popped up. Sorry all of you guys out there, I know men have their size issues, you may think you have a nice big package but this guy will make all of you feel like wee little men, lol. They are nicer looking when more evenly proportionate but I am not complaining in the least about how it feels wide down the shaft. He is always busy with work but lives very nearby and knows that I absolutely die for his cock so he takes advantage of that and is the worst for advanced notice. But OMG is he delicious. Funny, see he is actually not much to look at. He's kind of effeminate even. I am sure women do not even notice him at first glance. I bet he can be quite persuasive with the ladies when he wants though, there is a strong sensuality about him. There has been a change in him over the time I've been seeing him though. He is kind of young, he used to be a lot more nerdy and shy. I have a feeling all my cock worship has helped boost his self confidence a degree... ;)

We had a beer and stripped eachother's clothes off in the living room. He tasted me for a sec, mouths all over eachother's bodies but without wasting too much time I had him in my mouth, teasing him before we went into the bedroom. Moving to his bed I swallowed him, gagging on him until he couldn't wait, pulling me up on top of him, rubbing against my wetness. Damn does he feel good. We rode eachother in every position imaginable, finishing collapsed and exhausted, sprawled out across the bed. He feels so damned good I didn't want to cum, riding it out as long as possible. He came before I did but his cock is so amazingly big and fat that even after cumming, still inside of me he wasn't all the way hard anymore but still so big that it still felt great and I kept fucking him until I came. Wow, nothing like going to see that boy! Yummmm....

That evening I had arranged to meet a guy in Spanish Harlem. I knew I was rolling the dice going into it but he was a nice enough guy. When I got there he was a little Mexican guy. Ok. This just might be wrong enough that it might be a little fun. Hispanic guys can be hella good in bed, right? From my earlier afternoon activities I had definitely been downsized dramatically. He was tiny! My first immediate thought was, how do they make so many babies if that's all they're equipped with?! Sorry, not very P.C. of me. Ok well size isn't everything right? Latin boys should have a good rhythm... Nope. I was bored. It was taking too long. It was crisp, beautiful weather outside but the room was humid and sticky. I was getting too hot and his sweat was sticky sweet, I didn't want his his sticky sweetness on me, too hot as I was. The shoddy, run down apartment started getting to me. The couch we were on had a clean sheet over it, unsuccessfully trying to hide the fact that it needed to be thrown out years ago. I couldn't do it any more, I had to go.

After some weekend festivities with friends I met a guy this afternoon on the UES. We had been chatting over the last few days, he's been talking some nasty naughty talk. We met at a Starbucks, he passed me by and checked me out before crossing the street and calling me over. I thought that was amusing. He was a regular, normal looking, blue eyed white guy. Not fat, not particularly in shape, cute, not gorgeous, not short, not tall, baseball cap, sports... you know, that guy. Aww, poor guy. Fun guy, really. Something really fun about him. Mildly devious, good hearted, boys-will-be-boys upbeat fun. Another one who's probably loads of fun at a party. But as much talk as he'd done, whatever naughtiness he'd like to do... left my mind wandering, wondering if there was something in the diet that makes it so hard for American men to get hard. He had difficulties. He needed a lot of sucking and still it was that soft kind of hard that's just not very much fun. Really too bad because he's otherwise so much fun! Spanked just at the right moment, perfectly rough, and affectionate... he would have been so much fun if his cock would have cooperated. He had said he wanted to cum twice but that just was not in the ballpark.

Tonight I am sitting here finishing the week's blog annoyed and frustrated. My dear Male Slut is teasing me again. Another fabulous evening planned and cancelled. His wife was away for the weekend and he wanted me to stay overnight. He didn't tell me any of the specifics but it sounded like we were going to spend some time together then he was going to blind fold me and tie me up. He was going to have some friends over, I was going to do whatever he told me to do. Apparently yesterday he got a nose bleed that wouldn't stop and went to the doctor for. I've never had a nose bleed, are they so bad? Bad enough. His wife was concerned and came home early. End of the evening's plans.

Devastated my evening. Not to be insensitive, I hope, I'm sure he's ok. But maybe the most interesting tidbit of the week I have to mention about him though is he is in an open marriage, he says his wife gets turned on hearing about him with other women. If you are in an open relationship, how then do you have an affair?? Lol, I guess I understand it but it does sound funny, no? That is what he told me this week, that he would like to have an affair.

Other tidbits from the week before I finish this blog, first is the so-called open minded guy that completely killed my sex buzz. The night I was watching DP porn we IMed and he got me completely worked up. He was a hottie, one of the slim, shaved head guys I love so much. He said he was open minded and we chatted about all sorts of taboos. Then he asked me if I was a professional. He's so open minded and I like being blunt and up front. Not so open minded after all, that was clearly black and white. And no room for anything else chatting on IM. Seems he's nowhere near as open minded as he thought or he'd learn that's not what any of my *friends* would call me. Still burst my bubble though. Ouch!

The other is I thought I should mention that I was contacted by a woman in Utah a couple weeks ago, to seduce her husband and sleep with him while he's on a business trip in NYC next month. I've started chatting with him IM, supposedly contacting him through mutual acquaintances for information about Utah. Apparently she is a dom who keeps her husband on a pretty tight leash. (Poor guy doesn't ever get any bjs). My plan was to chat about Utah, get friendly chatty, then flirty, taking time over the coming weeks. I forgot however that a racy picture of mine is up on my yahoo profile which he, a computer guy found. After a short uncomfortable moment he quickly adjusted to the image and the roundabout seduction quickly got bypassed. No longer chatting about Utah, his attention had been diverted. A semi-interested chat with some random person asking not so interesting questions suddenly got a lot more interesting. Giving him time for it to sink in, he was by then dying for more. Then making an excuse to share photos of locations of Utah with him, oh never mind, that's not the place after all... but I have these pictures to send that you seem to be asking for... heheh. After letting those images set in his mind for a few days the next time we chatted he was already entertaining some ideas, I'm sure. I planted more, showing up to his hotel room wearing nothing under my coat, pushing him onto the bed without a word and using him for my every pleasure... I left it at that. Sure enough he IMed me after a few days. I've told his wife that she should coincidentally happen to remind him about her fantasy of hearing about him with another woman a week or two before his trip to NYC.

Last is I have to share some of the more amusing lines I've heard this week. NYC is the one place more than any other I've ever been to, so full of so many strangers that a lot of people feel the liberty to act not like "themselves", in no other city do women get hit on in the streets like NYC. Sometimes I've walked down a block and every 10 feet or so a guy will say something. No, it doesn't really matter what you're wearing. It's not especially pleasant but you get used to it. Just gotta laugh. Some of the more memorable ones this week, "lion mane dragon." What is that exactly? Then there was the guy who said, "...that, I could wrap that around my fist..." my hair, I suppose. The handsome little teenager was cute, fumbling over his line, something about, "if no one's told you today..." He needs to work on that one a little more, lol. Dag, there were two more, one that was really funny. Oh well, I've forgotten by now.

Slooooow Doooown

Sometimes life conspires against recreational pursuits. The last weeks were so uneventful that I didn't bother writing anything last week.

Last Monday I went by Super Star's place. Such a lovely cock, though he wasn't so in the mood for fucking, mostly he just wanted me to suck him off. Silly guy, he was being all sensitive about what I've wrote about him in the blog. Soooo sensitive... ;)

Wednesday afternoon I met with a guy I'd been chatting with about building the personal website. He had been perfectly nice enough and was knowledgeable, but there was just something that I wasn't getting in his emails. There was just a sort of disconnect, you know. It did not change any meeting in person. He was a very handsome older guy and on the surface was very polite and cordial. There was something menacing looming about him though that I wasn't comfortable with. He eventually made his advancements and I bowed out, just not into it.

That night the oh, so sexy Dr. was meeting me at the apartment he's subletting for the month nearby. Truly he is an exhibitionist, it just didn't have the same intensity as when we first met through another guy, with him there watching. He's still sexy as hell and feels excellent but it's really too bad we weren't able to find another guy for that rendezvous. Then, I felt absolutely miserable. While gagging, I literally had to run to the sink to throw up. I must have eaten something or something, I ended up feeling queasy that night and the next day. He was completely sweet and concerned about it and not at all put off by what, to me, was pretty gross. We did have great sex afterward and he had wonderful rave compliments on the evening, though I am embarrassed by it and feel badly that it wasn't as good for him as it should have been...

The rest of the week I was busy getting ready for the weekend, after which it's taken a few days to get back on track. Wednesday night I made plans to meet someone on the Upper East Side. Talking to him on the phone though, between his mousy voice and what he was saying... He wanted me to bring him the receipt from the cab! I was growing skeptical that I'd want to go and asked him to send a picture. Oh no, honey, I am staying home, thank you very much!

Having made that narrow escape the only thing that's happened this week was the return of my Dr. Love. He had been on the west coast for 2 weeks and we hadn't seen eachother for a good while. He was still jet lagged and looked exhausted, dinner was early and I didn't stay too long at his place afterward. He was affectionate as ever, like a schoolboy even! He continues to convince me to get married and have lots of babies. Lol, crazy! Now he is talking about giving me a large portion of the profits from his company that he's selling. It all sounds fantastical and highly implausible to me...

I would have stayed the night had it not been for the perfect Butthead. OMG, this guy's pic was yummm... He was only in town for the one night. Delicious body, sexy as hell, 6'6... and we had a very hot little chat, there seemed so much fun we were going to have... Instead of continuing my perfectly lovely evening in Brooklyn Heights and taking the train home in the morning I jumped in a cab to get to midtown and... Nothing. Bastard never got back to me and I took a $40 cab ride home. Damnit! Serves me right...

No Second Chances

Monday started out with lunch in the Village with another photographer for my potential website. An amateur, and I knew by his emails he was going to be somewhat awkward. He was surprisingly handsome after looking at him, but somehow still unattractive, just another annoying guy. And annoying he was. He talked way too much, going on and on about camera specs I had no idea what he was talking about. Sitting across from him as far back in my chair as I could, the table was just way too small. A normal enough NYC sized table for two but he was impossibly close up in my face, elbows on the table, arched over, neck stretched out... I was just waiting for the inevitable spittle to let fly onto my plate.

Fine, he was harmless enough, he was really excited and wanted to do it, wanted to rent out a studio for it and everything, stick it on a disc for me and be done with it. OK, fine, I need some pictures. He kept reassuring me he had no expecations. I was planning holding him to that.

Getting out of there as quickly as I could without being rude I headed up to Central Park to meet the cutie from the blog last week badly in need of a bj. As excited as a schoolboy he was there early, taking me to an out of the way little nook in the park off West 72nd St. I wonder how scintillating that was for him, in the middle of the park with people strolling by on the path not far away. I indulged his young cock and then we talked just long enough that he wouldn't feel like he was cumming and running. Upon leaving he claimed that despite contacting me through the blog, he supposedly had not expected to be appreciative. Yes, I suppose I had been asking for that one...

The funny thing was the email I got from my 7:00 No Show from 3 weeks ago --I just saw you on the uptown ACE train..Wearing a nice brown outfit..You looked gorgeous!..Too bad you're no longer interested... Lol, Yes, I said, that was me... And the weirdest thing is that I could have sworn I saw someone else on the train I've been chatting with but have never met in person. Turned out wasn't him though.

Temptations aside, I behaved myself and stayed home, as per Doctor's orders. The next morning I was up bright and early for GYN clearance. Always a torturous but oh, so refreshing routine. All things reassured I was all set for... EVERYTHING, heheheh...

I think I emailed just about everyone trying everything I could to find something before my movie date later that evening. Teases, teases, but nothing turned up. Went and saw The Dark Night. Good but loooooong. Oi my touchie was sore! We went back to the Dr's townhouse in Brooklyn Heights. Sweet as ever, he continued to profess his love. The sex was lovely, he feels so absolutely wonderful in bed.

Thursday I was set for some kinky fun and he wanted me to get warmed up the day before. Before I could start my Wednesday evening I had plans for early drinks which ended up falling through. At 8 I saw one of my all time fav's, together for about 3 years now. For legitimate reasons having nothing to do with anything his email is RAW, but it suits him oh, so well... ;) Ahhh, the fun we've had... heheh. On my very first venture ever he won an auction I ran with an outstanding bid. He is perfectly ROUGH and totally RAW, yum! Though he is already a little shorter than I am he has a thing for super high fuck-me hooker heels and likes for me to come in and get dressed in the lingerie he's bought for me without any pleasantries, no chit chatting. Usually the second I come out he'll immediately get on his knees in front of me and devour me, then turn me around over the table, rimming me before driving his cock in. He didn't eat me out this time but he Never disappoints! Mmmm, you'd never know this guy is in his 50s. Fit, sculpted body, rock hard, and stamina. Put that cock ring on and drive me to the moon, baby!

He didn't pull me by my hair across the room to the lounge chair like he usually does. He left me on the floor on all fours, alternating between driving himself inside me and eating me, before finishing in my ass. He took some very hot photos!

After he finishes he is the typical male and wants only to go to bed and pass out. I went home and got the fabulous news that there would be more fun! After sending the pictures to my friend for the following evening I went down to Soho to meet another guy. Around my age, decent looking, if a little overweight. A nice burly guy in bed, I love when they move me around wherever they like. And his tongue felt superb, holding me down after I came, unable to stand it any more while he kept licking and licking and licking, feeling almost ready to jump out of my skin with each lick but unable to get away from that tongue until I could not take any more. He had that pungent garlicky smell though, and what's the worst thing next to a J? Poor boy just never got hard. Not a turn on. Semi-soft as he was, he was barely able to but he did manage to get it in my ass to finish off.

I could have gone to Spanish Harlem/the Upper East Side which would have been a lot closer. A guy I had contacted off CL casuals wanted me to come by with 3 or 4 of his friends. I would have liked to go but I wasn't able to get the right feel from our correspondence in the limited time we'd had to chat and he would not allow me to invite another guy to be there who I felt comfortable with and who I knew would watch out for me. So I didn't go. And now this guy keeps trying to get in touch with me to get together. Too late now, guy...

Thursday I was finally meeting a guy who had contacted me about an M+++ group get together. He was supposed to come by to the hotel thing that fell through last Tuesday. We have been chatting for a few weeks about some very hot topics. Initially we had talked about a gang but there was a great feel to our communications. We suspected we'd get along very well and that we'll have quite a few occasions together to explore limits so we decided to do something smaller first to get more familiar with eachother, making for a better time in larger future get togethers. It was just going to be him and his friend for now.

When I got to his place (where was that, Park Slope? I don't know, somewhere way the hell out in Brooklyn) he was tall, not so in shape and soft around the middle but something very sexy about him. Very good looking with the biggest brown eyes. Soft, sensitive and gentle yet perfectly commanding and completely at ease... He will be perfect with others, I will feel very comfortable about being in good hands.

The first thing I had to do when I got there was take out the beads I'd had in for nearly 2 hours that he'd asked I wear over. He sat on the couch and had me undress in front of him, kissing me everywhere. He had me bend over in front of him while he checked out my ass, taking pictures and testing the results of prior efforts loosening up for him. Getting on my knees between his legs he continued to take pictures. When it's all the way in I like to squeeze my lips around the base of his shaft past where the skin normally lies against his tummy, pushing back into him, liplocked, while at the same time running my tongue along the underside of his cock.

This is the real reason I'll never be all that interested in 69. It's all about lining everything up right! Heheh. Deep throat won't work in 69, it just hits the back of the roof of your mouth above your throat. But it just doesn't seem as much fun without running my tongue up and down the underside of his cock, with special attention to that sensitive spot under the head.

Needs-a-bj had asked about glory holes in an email. Aside from being a little freaked out by the whole not knowing what your blowing thing, I said, now that i think about it, it's more than just the cock... there's the belly & thighs & inside under the hip where it meets the thigh behind the balls & what about the balls & under the balls & maybe over his ass...? what would a bj be without all that?? ;)

But I digress... (lol, my neighbors are having some great sex upstairs). Where was I? Ah yes, on my knees between his legs he said he could see why guys had problems cumming too quickly. He, however, had no problems at all! His was not a monster cock but it stayed good and hard for a nice, long run, fucking me first then moving to my ass, pulling out to rim me and putting it back in to finish off. Likes it dirty!

He got a lot of hot pictures. I kind of like the one he took with my tongue in his ass.

Even after cumming a couple times and we were done I couldn't get enough of him, I could have just eaten him up! Mmmm, I coulda done that all over again. His friend never did show up unfortunately. When I was finally able to pull myself off of him I left and went to get something to eat. It wasn't until I was leaving the bar and realized I didn't have as much money as I should to pay my bill that I realized we had been so distracted we had forgotten about some things. When I got home I got an email from him with much the same realization. Funny.

That evening I was finally meeting a guy at his place in Brooklyn Heights who recently returned after over a year since our original communication. He said that we had talked on the phone and I had made him a little insecure about his height but that he liked talking to me and had thought about me a lot in the intervening time. See, now this is why I don't really believe in second chances. If it's not right the first time, what makes you think anything's changed the second time around? Sure enough he was awkward and insecure, somewhat unpleasant and not terribly engaging. He had difficulties with his erection he blamed on lack of use, not having had any sex in the last couple of years and wanted to cuddle a lot. He wanted to take me out to eat afterward but I had had enough time with him. Funny thing is when I left his place I almost forgot again but he reminded me about the envelope on the table. Certainly not on account of any distractions. Maybe I just wanted to get out of there.

I got back from Brooklyn late enough and had to meet the amateur photographer to take pictures kind of early in the morning, for which I was not at all prepared. Being that I already didn't love the photographer and having done a lot of very hot shots with the last photographer, I went in having in mind to do clothed shots, and various stages of undress, showing my tasteful, public side in getting to the hot lingerie from last weeks pictures. He was just not very capable and continued talking too much, doing more talking about the equipment then actually taking any pictures. I'd be ready for that shot and he'd press and press the button with no click, his cord to the light box kept falling out, he'd have to try and try to get one picture out. I'd meanwhile be standing there, the candid expression long gone. I'm sure I just looked annoyed in most of the pictures. Then, having managed to take one or two photos and bored of me in the same position and fully clothed, he'd want me to straddle the chair backward in the nude or something. I finally told him, yeah well I am here now. Take the shot. Patience, patience silly man. Take the pictures and it will get there. And he insisted on staring at me when I was changing even after asking him not to, and took pictures of me while changing after I'd said not to. I'm sure thinking they'd be artistically good shots. Maybe they could have been but not if I wasn't going to pose for them. I got through the couple of outfits I had brought quickly and was out of there in half an hour or so. There really wasn't any use for me to stay longer to take bad pictures.

Having ended early I had time to go home before I was supposed to have lunch in Bryant Park at 2. After I got home my stomach started killing me cramping up. I really just wanted to lay down and pass out but this guy had been very rigorous in his planning for our lunch and I do not like flaking out on something I say I'm going to do on such short notice. So I forced myself out into the nasty heat to go wait in the dreadful tunnels for the train. Sending the text message he had asked me for when I got out of the train I went and found a seat in the park to wait and have a cigarette. I should have known better. I really should have sent him a confirmation email before leaving. He had gotten stuck at a meeting in the 30s or 20s and wouldn't get to Bryant Park for half an hour. And he said something about coffee at lunch at 4:00 instead. I didn't read it clearly. I was hot, in a great deal of pain and would have been soooo much happier having not gone through the trouble. I was feeling pretty bitchy. I sent him a text message that I wasn't feeling well and wasn't going to wait around 2 hours until 4 (ignoring the part about being there in half an hour) and got on back on the train before he had time to respond. When I got home off the trains I got his texts that he had gotten to Bryant Park. I apologized for "misunderstanding" but I was going to stay home and rest my belly. He would like to try again to meet another time. I am ambivalent. I hate when people do not have the sense to let someone know when they can't meet at an arranged time. I do agree with the new pope when he said that being late shows disrespect. No second chances, right?