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?