Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
mea culpa, Miss Blue
Alas i did not notice that this post was due on Thursday for Your birthday.
i had thought it was Saturday and i was hoping that my shoes would come for my dance number. Your shoes arrived but mine won't be here for a week or so.
Monday, August 17, 2009
experiences of fear and how i coped
Let's start with The High Challenge. I was at a raw food convention in Eugene OR and there was a high challenge. You do have guide wires and the like but you are walking on a telephone pole atop a couple telephone poles. Just climbing up gave me the jitters. Sure I am telling myself that it is safe and relax and i can do it, but turning around to face my walk suspended in the air was really frightening. After a few deep breaths, i did manage to get across. I passed on a rope for the feet and a couple for the hands.
Sure moving from LA to the east coast could have been scary but it really wasn't as i am pretty flexible.
One day i hooked up with a couple. He was about my height but build like a boxer. His gf was nice lady. He had the most lovely nine inches of blackness. She was a blonde. So we are chatting online. I figured we would meet for coffee but She demanded that i come over. She tells me she is in class and that He would greet me and She would arrive a few hours later. I planned to cook a dinner for Them. So i arrive and He is showing me the kitchen and how i was not to look Him in the eye. He then says that everything i had was his. He takes my clothes and it dawns on me that nobody knows i am here. i figure i had better be the best slave i can be. As it turns out They were just play acting. But the thought of losing my new car to Them was a bit scary. Basically all i did was to play along and it turned out to be a fun experience. I think if at my core i wasn't so frightened i would have continued the relationship even though i did have a on-again off-again Floridian gf/mistress at that time.
Life in High School was always a fearful time. I went a school that was the KKK headquarters in the fifties and when i went there it was home to the crips and bloods. Every day there were fights at lunch time with crowds surrounding them. So one day i feel that a good sociological experiment would be to watch one fight and see what the crowds get from it. I guess i chose a black-black fight because all of a sudden this big black guy grabs me by the neck and drags me back fifteen feet. He releases me, we look at each other with nothing being said, and i walked away never to look back.
Sure moving from LA to the east coast could have been scary but it really wasn't as i am pretty flexible.
One day i hooked up with a couple. He was about my height but build like a boxer. His gf was nice lady. He had the most lovely nine inches of blackness. She was a blonde. So we are chatting online. I figured we would meet for coffee but She demanded that i come over. She tells me she is in class and that He would greet me and She would arrive a few hours later. I planned to cook a dinner for Them. So i arrive and He is showing me the kitchen and how i was not to look Him in the eye. He then says that everything i had was his. He takes my clothes and it dawns on me that nobody knows i am here. i figure i had better be the best slave i can be. As it turns out They were just play acting. But the thought of losing my new car to Them was a bit scary. Basically all i did was to play along and it turned out to be a fun experience. I think if at my core i wasn't so frightened i would have continued the relationship even though i did have a on-again off-again Floridian gf/mistress at that time.
Life in High School was always a fearful time. I went a school that was the KKK headquarters in the fifties and when i went there it was home to the crips and bloods. Every day there were fights at lunch time with crowds surrounding them. So one day i feel that a good sociological experiment would be to watch one fight and see what the crowds get from it. I guess i chose a black-black fight because all of a sudden this big black guy grabs me by the neck and drags me back fifteen feet. He releases me, we look at each other with nothing being said, and i walked away never to look back.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
What's it like to cum
With the right person it is transcends time and space.
You always remember the first time and the time with your true love.
So the first time it seemed I was in some dark cave or tunnel. I was with a screamer and my parents were a thin wall away. My father had a grin but my mother kept asking how old she was. It was an experience aided by years of yoga and meditation.
Fourteen years ago I had the experience with my true love. Our normal times together were unbelievable but one time it was beyond that. As lovers we were very much in sync so things went pretty simple. She would suck the life out of my nipple rings. She would suck my tongue so much that it was sore the next day. As she was sucking my tongue our bodies were so perfectly matched that she was sucking my cock just as perfectly. Perhaps it helped that she had a water bed. The result was cataclysmic bliss. A very full body orgasm that touches the soul. So powerful that it opened my heart chakra and I felt bolt of energy joining our hearts. It released a powerful kundalini energy.
That orgasm was so strong that years later when I was sleeping with my Newport gf, I found myself reenacting the event nightly. It was bad enough that my body was going thru the motions with my gf lying next to me, but what was worse is that a ghost came into the room. At first we only smelled her lavender scent. The next time she was wearing high heels climbing the stairs entering our room and enveloping me as she passed through. The last time she took over my dream and demanded that I treat her as my true love or else I would never sleep with my true love again. So there I am hugging her and pounding away when a little old lady enters the room of my dream and wants me to make love to her. I push the little old lady away because I want to focus all my energy on pleasing this brown haired ghost. Don't recall what startled me but the dream was broken and my gf was pissed, "do you know what you did? You pushed me away...." My gf admitted to having seen that ghost and her daughter at another time and described her like I recalled. I had thought I was superimposing a Playboy Bunny into the dream but that does not seem to be the case.
Yes, that was a powerful orgasm.
Otherwise a cum can be as simple as oh that was nice or worse as opps though that is not common with copious amounts of oral worshiping that i do so enjoy and sometimes get mini-orgasms from.
You always remember the first time and the time with your true love.
So the first time it seemed I was in some dark cave or tunnel. I was with a screamer and my parents were a thin wall away. My father had a grin but my mother kept asking how old she was. It was an experience aided by years of yoga and meditation.
Fourteen years ago I had the experience with my true love. Our normal times together were unbelievable but one time it was beyond that. As lovers we were very much in sync so things went pretty simple. She would suck the life out of my nipple rings. She would suck my tongue so much that it was sore the next day. As she was sucking my tongue our bodies were so perfectly matched that she was sucking my cock just as perfectly. Perhaps it helped that she had a water bed. The result was cataclysmic bliss. A very full body orgasm that touches the soul. So powerful that it opened my heart chakra and I felt bolt of energy joining our hearts. It released a powerful kundalini energy.
That orgasm was so strong that years later when I was sleeping with my Newport gf, I found myself reenacting the event nightly. It was bad enough that my body was going thru the motions with my gf lying next to me, but what was worse is that a ghost came into the room. At first we only smelled her lavender scent. The next time she was wearing high heels climbing the stairs entering our room and enveloping me as she passed through. The last time she took over my dream and demanded that I treat her as my true love or else I would never sleep with my true love again. So there I am hugging her and pounding away when a little old lady enters the room of my dream and wants me to make love to her. I push the little old lady away because I want to focus all my energy on pleasing this brown haired ghost. Don't recall what startled me but the dream was broken and my gf was pissed, "do you know what you did? You pushed me away...." My gf admitted to having seen that ghost and her daughter at another time and described her like I recalled. I had thought I was superimposing a Playboy Bunny into the dream but that does not seem to be the case.
Yes, that was a powerful orgasm.
Otherwise a cum can be as simple as oh that was nice or worse as opps though that is not common with copious amounts of oral worshiping that i do so enjoy and sometimes get mini-orgasms from.
how far will i go?
First off this picture is just unfair. Why does she get to use a urinal?
So i haven't had a release in a couple weeks. i do so want to cum and it to be a strong one. Well there's a part of me that wants to pierce my other nipple and i suppose a bellybutton pierce would be a nice femme thing to do.
i have been able to get by with a little masturbation. Now don't get Your panties in a tissle, i do this sissy walk of short steps with one foot in front of the other and add an occasional sassha with my hips. The stimulation is quite pleasing. Not that stimulating but still. Well i am on the lookout for some five inch pumps to do the walk more appropriately.
But honestly when the urge arises all i have to do is lube up and pretend that my seven inch dildo is attached to Miss Blue as She is pumping me and all is fine.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Had to get new panties
Last night when I went I got the lesson it was too late for VS and the like. So I ran to WalMart and got the closest thing i could. I wore them to work but just did not like them. So at lunch i ran to VS and was helped by a lovely sales Lady. She was more than happy to find me a light pink bikini pantie. She even turned me onto the most darling white lacy thong. Then she thought bright red lacy boyshorts would fill the quota. These are a dream. I feel so much better in them.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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