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Thunderstormy TorCon Blowjob

Administrator — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 14:59:00 +0000

My longtime out of town ex-stripper naughty talking slut is coming back. She estimates we’ve known each other for 13 years. Staggering. As she left…she said I was the longest relationship she’d had with a man, other than her father. Unsettling.
Wine…good conversation about where she is these days. I’ve honestly grown fond of her. Then going our separate ways, a suggestion of old timey, in the car debauchery. Fondling. Mutual masturbation. Suckage…and explosive results as a funky butt Llano Estacado t-storm blew through and around.
Sweet. Nasty…and ewww…sticky. The above is fictitious and I continue in recovery and do, love my wife.

Lesbian Date Night 2 Watch Me Thespianize

Administrator — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 20:25:58 +0000

It’s been forever. My addictive peregrinations have continued but not with the same frenzy as before.
Two of my companions of the night from past debaucheries have now become a couple…my beloved biker chick of earlier entries and the other lass was a part of my brief but thoroughly enjoyed pregnancy fetish. Both hot, adorable and, it appears, in love with one another. They also are raising a small child and have another one on the way.
Money is tight so I sprang for tickets for a lesbian date nite for the two of them for a dinner theatre performance I was in out on the cultured fringe of the Llano Estacado. I played the heavy in the comedic fare and got to rant, demonstrate and…overact a tad. It was fun.
But the real fun was seeing the two of them come down to the stage afterwards and see how happy they were to have a night out together…In the old days I would’ve demanded some sort of voyeuristic threesome instead of my heading to the cast party. However, I hugged them both and wished them well and watched them stroll from the auditorium hand in hand. Made me smile.

In the Summer of Our Dysfunction

Administrator — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 03:20:32 +0000

The trek of the last year has been awash in flesh. I sit here agog, agog I tell you! Somewhere between debauched and proudly concupiscent
I can’t even remotely make excuses…I’m a lathered up..salivating, spasmodically jerking off in and on the world! Addiction is a bitch I like to stroke.
Sweet baby-domme in training..Lilianna Yum of K.C. She provided a wonderfully determined experience. The hip hop entrepreneur, dancer Natalia Rey who is just gorgeous. Ex domme, Gothic Pleasure Pet, who left my left ‘nad still sore from time to time.
And finally, Lana Legs, who is a thorough going pro in the best sense of the word/phrase? She brings it and just is a lovely, hard working lass.
It’s all been righteously off the hook and a full bore out of control dive into that aforementioned flesh…

Autumnal Zoeification of Blak Jezzum

Administrator — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 18:18:48 +0000

I have been bad. Spectacularly so. Romping with witty and cuddly Autumn Stark and the beginnings of groveling sweet dependency on Princess Zoe, bright take charge dominatrix.
A romp with a good ol’ girl, Blak Jen.
And an encounter with a beautiful lass who could ensnare me if she tried a wee bit harder. Jezzabella. And for the love of addiction, Mistress Montana is headed back my way. Gadzooks!

Of course this is all fictional, I love my wife deeply and I continue in my quest of recovery. Peace to us all my brothers and sisters.

Doubleheader Debauchery

Administrator — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 15:49:21 +0000

I don’t know why but I booked two sessions on a single evening back to back. And even though there was the merriment of sexual sadism (done mostly to me), it was in large part hanging with two ladies who I like enormously and have lavished with praise at this little signpost of online twister fervor.
First, my Amazonian biker chick…bar hopping and eventually kink in my SUV in a very public parking lot…hot.
Then sultry Nicole…although we started out chatting and her singing karaoke at a local spot. Damn nice voice by the way. She also drove me home as I had swung for the fences with my love of Chardonnay. Over the top hedonism and two ladies I adore.

Round Sounds In My Penile Mound

Administrator — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 02:28:08 +0000

I have been a serious hobbyist in this wondrous world of bdsm for over 30 years and I just had the best session of my life and I credit that consummate pro, Mistress Montana of Dallas. And pro is an important word, as in professional. I had never had a domme question me as carefully as she did, really trying to get a sense of what I desired, had loved in the past and not really enjoyed. Also, she’s a hell of a good ol’ girl. I liked the lady. I love cbt, sounds and anal and for an hour and a half, I was in a waxing and waning state of thrashing, ecstatic, turned on excitement. She knows how to pace you like an experienced marathon runner. It wasn’t what I expected…I was expecting meaner and it was simply an intense erotic progression of what my body and psyche needed and ached for…from moment to moment. Damn she’s good.

Breathplay Reddens Face, Heightens Libido

Administrator — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 16:37:21 +0000

I’ve known her since she started serving drinks in a gentlemen’s club in my neck of the woods. That’s now…maybe 15 years ago. She became a dancer and I’d had her over w/another dancer for a bachelor’s party and one private party and just recently, our first intimate encounter in about 8 or 9 years.

She walked in…said “you see me in my dancer stuff all the time so how about..” and in a few seconds she was naked. A Mom with two kids, but an amazingly taut, muscular, sexy ass frame.

She wanted to be choked and it worried me how tightly I pulled on the ends of my silk tie, but we had a hand safety signal arranged and she got rather red…then returned the favor. Loved being bitten on the bottom…hard. And she loved to take my trussed up cock and slap it on her clit. And then took my hand to alternately drive my fingers deeply into her, then massage her delicious clitoris at varying speeds.

Nicole. Nicole….ahh…Nicole.

My Batshit Crazy Summer

Administrator — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:09:04 +0000

I’m not sure I can do this past summer justice. My lovely bride had emerged from some health concerns at 100%. My humble marketing concern had a gangbuster first 7 months of the year during a recession.

How did I respond? By going into a 3 month binge of sex, depravity, booze and some sort of geeked up bipolar lust groove that left me shocked, sated, embarrassed and with what had actually been a fairly cool recovery completely in tatters.

My little domme-in-a-thong, Amazonian biker chick and her pregnant girlfriend (who knew I had a pregnant fetish?..she was hot) as well as my white trash ex-stripper and recently Christine, a goddess from back in my politician days, who even though she now drives a forklift…she also drives a mean tease and denial roleplay.

I will try to chronicle all of the above. I was breathtakingly bad.
And I broke my own heart with my actions. So much for the lighter side of this addiction shit.

To return to the darkness is familiar, comforting, erotic as a ‘shroom rush’ and at this time of my life, a little (or maybe a lot) sad.
Peace to us all, but mostly to me. I need it.

She Made Me Kneel And Sing Hymns To Her

Administrator — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:11:36 +0000

When she first texted me and said she was going to make me sing hymns to her, I smiled. Witty, weird but I wasn’t sure how erotic it would be.

After fine wine at an elegant outdoor restaurant, and eventually naked expect for a leather hood/mask and on my knees in front of my beloved Domme-in-a-Thong, with a hymnal in my hands, I had to rethink. Singing odes to Jesus interchanges well with a paen to your dominatrix, I’m here to tell you. It remained witty, weird and actually was very hot. (not the mask, the erotically charged musical homage I was singing).

The above is fictional, I love my wife and remain firmly enmeshed/entrenched in my recovery. Peace to us all my brothers and sisters.

Two Hookers and a Funeral

Administrator — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 17:38:02 +0000

I spent a number of years in radio and it was a wild, wild ride. Started out on air as a wacky personality and gradually moved up to sales and management.

Towards the end of my radio days before I went back for a second hitch in the ad agency biz I had a particularly twisted convention in Dallas. It may have been NAB and it may have been RAB…I now forget but it was cosmically dysfunctional.

I was managing a cluster of radio stations in a university town and that in and of itself will be a springboard for future memorable posts. My wife was living in a town an hour away and I had a 3-year period of behaving like I was back in college myself. I now hang my head in semi-shame but at the time….

Back to Big D….the owner of the company brought all the managers from the chain to the convention. We got tickets a couple of rows off the court at a Mavericks-Heat game. Pat Riley has the coolest damned suits. I want more Armani in my wardrobe..

One of the managers was a colleague from my Navy days in American Forces Radio and TV…Yes during the Vietnam War we were the American Forces Radio Network instead of Armed Forces…perhaps so it would seem less likely we’d lay waste to your home or village. If you’ve been in the service you know that you take a master’s class in how to party that puts frat boys to shame so my friend and I guided our group in how to take after hours action way over the top.
Needless to say we didn’t hit much of the convention. We hit the Heat-Mavericks game the first night and the second night turned mondo ugly…in a brilliantly hot way. We started at Bob’s Chop House, which serves the best steaks in the country except for maybe that Japanese steak house in the Bellagio in Vegas. Then the owner of our broadcast chain, who was an ol’ SMU more-money-than-Croesus type, took us on a tour of his favorite strip clubs…I adore strippers. They’re like guys..they love to curse, party, take illicit substances and when they get naked it’s more fun than hanging with the dudes.

I had pre-arranged for not one but two hookers when I got back to the hotel…I had hoped to see Alea, a high-end courtesan who still works in Dallas, but there was some kind of scheduling conflict. I still think of her and sigh.

Anyway, eventually back at the hotel,hammered and headed down to the ATM machine to gather my cash for the soon to arrive young lovelies. It was 20 minutes ahead of time so I knew I’d have time since hookers, strippers, actors and musicians are always late and have some of the most amazingly creative and funny excuses.

As I got off the elevator, two fresh-faced lasses got on who I assumed were fellow convention attendees. We smiled at one another and as I trudged my addict’s walk of shame and giddiness to the ATM I wished my two hookers would look as good as those two.

Money scored and back to my floor and OMG, they were my gals of choice! They were newbies, friends, nervous, high and semi-drunk. Needless to say it was one of the sweetest and sexiest encounters I’ve ever had. I spent awhile putting them at ease as they had just started doing this a week or so before. When they finally got their freak on, they did things to one another and to me that a more seasoned pro would’ve gone…first…show me the “extra” money. They were adorable and I think I orgasmed out my ass I came so hard.

The funeral. The morning show host of our alternative station had to bury his father the next day there in Dallas. I woke up, sated, badly hungover but got in my rental and headed to a funeral home in north Dallas. He basically hosted the portion of the service where friends and family came up and shared. It was beautiful, sad and it spoke to me, mired in my addictive ways, that I needed to lean more towards the light and the heart in my own life.

Progress brothers and sisters, progress.