Alright we’re back! Yes, we, because Terri read the first half and, of course, commented on my memory, so this is partially a joint effort.
When we left off Jimmy and Peter had brought us back to the hotel and Jimmy asked how long we would be in town for. I said that we were going to leave on Saturday afternoon. Jimmy asked if we would like to have dinner again on Friday night and that he would ask Susan to join us. When I looked at Terri she just leaned back on the seat and licked her lips. “That’s a yes from her,” I said, “Will you get Susan a date?”
“Oh, yes, I know just the man,” Jimmy said. He then leaned in very close to Terri and I and asked in a low voice, “We’ll have dinner the six of us, but should I have a few extra friends at the house?” I just gave him my best Cheshire Cat grin, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Oh, Jimmy, only if you don’t think you can satisfy us,” and Terri and I walked away in complete hysterics.
I had meetings the following day and when I returned to the hotel Terri told me that Susan had called at least four times. Though they had talked for about an hour and Friday night was confirmed I called Susan to check in. She wanted all of the delicious details, so even though Terri had filled her in, I told her all that had happened and thanked her for introducing us to Jimmy and Peter. I was quite reserved until I simply said, “You know, Susan, you are worth a million” and fell to the floor laughing.
Susan had gotten Terri and I extremely well laid, very extremely. Poor Jimmy and Peter. They were being passed around as if they were just nothing. Hmm, doesn’t that sound like men talking? Oh, yes, women can do the very same thing. Look, if you think that only men pass around their sex partners, well, grow up. Women do the exact same thing. Maybe a bit more discretely, but they sure do.
And talk about sex? Hey, come on, get a life, women talk about sex as much as men do. “Sex in the City?” How about when a girl says “I know a great guy for you” to another girl. “What’s he like?” “Oh, he’s nice looking, has a good job, well read and fun in bed.” “Fun in bed” means he’s a good fuck! Orgies aren’t spontaneous, well some are, but many are pre-planned. Invite the crowd, get the ice, get the liqueur, get the glasses, get the mattresses, get clean sheets and towels. We’re all going to fuck!!
Look women want an orgasm, they want to bang as much as men do. They may be quieter and more discrete, but the Spa of Heavenly Delights and the Triple-B Ranch could not exist were it not for some women who want a high tone sexual experience with no guilt and are willing to pay for it.
I’m going to clear up one point. We may be loose women, we may be sluts, in the 60s definition of the word, we may be nymphos or fuck addicts, but one thing we are not is tramps. The only people who think we are tramps are women who don’t have their own sex lives or who are unhappy in those lives. Take Susan. She’s a senior executive at a Fortune 500 company. She has a graduate degree. She’s a widow. She has beautiful children. She’s accomplished and a member of the community. She serves on the board of various charities. OK, she has this little, tiny hobby, that not everyone would approve of. She likes, no, loves to fuck! She does it discretely and quietly. Her sex life is very private. She sure as shit ain’t no tramp.
That’s one of the freedoms the sexual revolution gave us. We no longer felt the middle class guilt of pre 1940 sex. Sure women fucked up a storm before the Victorian age but there was a stigma and guilt attached. After the pill and with the freedom it granted women would go to pick-up bars to meet a man and get laid. The sexual revolution made it more open and easier. ..... and, you know something it also made enjoyment of sexuality something a women could openly acknowledge. I was in the steam room of my health club a few weeks ago and two girls were discussing men being clean shaven around their penises and how good it looked. Do you think they would do that in the 50s?
That being said .....
Friday arrived and Peter had called saying he and Jimmy would pick us up at 7:00. Their friend, George, was going to pick Susan up and we were all going to meet at the restaurant. They arrived right on time and off we went to another fabulous Cajun eating house. It was a beautiful night, very balmy, in the 80s. We had at least four bottles of wine and were pleasantly a-buz. Finally we piled into the cars and drove to Jimmy’s house.
Now, far from being surprised, when we arrived at the pool there were three men just waiting for us. They were dressed in just black speedos.
“Oh, Jimmy, you did need help, didn’t you? Poor man,” I said as I walked over to the new three. Well, walked may not be right, I think I weaved over because of the wine. “Hi, guys, I’m Carla, this is Terri and that’s Susan.” I slid by each and palmed the bulge in their suits. It was obvious that they all knew Susan. Well, it also became obvious that my dear friend Susan was a major player in the fancy fucking fraternity.
Jimmy had set the place up for his intended evening of fun and games. There were four king size mattresses pushed together on the tile deck besides the pool.
“Ground rules!,” Terri shouted. “We’re here for sex! Take a shower!” She started undressing as did the rest of us. I walked over to the outdoor shower, soaped up, rinsed off and jumped into the pool. Strangely, everybody followed. I always knew I was a leader.
We backed together and were surrounded by the six men. They were fully aroused with iron hard cocks staring straight at us. I reached out and grasped the nearest cocks and started massaging. I grabbed one of the men and kissed deeply as did the others. I kissed the other man I was holding and walked out of the pool, grabbed a towel and dried off. We were all out by now and heading for the mattresses.
No one said anything. We simply kneeled down and took the men in our mouths switching back and forth between the two. Then Susan said “round robin” and the men started circling after a few sucks. We just continued sucking as the men switched places.
Finally the noise started with everyone moaning and shouting. It was a continual cacophony of “god, yes, more, deeper, suck again, oh, shit, yes, I love it, more.” Finally the men started cuming, we each took two, no matter who. Susan made the purpose of the evening eminently clear when she had sucked off her two men, leaned back swallowing and said, “God, dam, shit I do love cock!!”
We jumped into the pool again and returned to the mattresses. We just laid down in between two of the men. In time they simply mounted us fucking away. It got noisy and it got frantic. We were being fucked and sucking cock, all the time switching around. This was a first class orgy. Each of us were cuming like wild. It was pure animal time. This wasn’t nice ladies and gentlemen holding hands and saying “May I.” No this was “God, dam I want to fuck you, Yes, you bastard, stick that cock into me, make me cum, make me cum! Wrap your legs around me you cunt, you love getting banged don’t you? Fuck me, I’m going deeper!”
After a while we were all satisfied, extremely satisfied. We were just laying back in the arms of the men when Susan said, “Jimmy, Carla and Terri are our guests. Do them they way you do me on special occasions.”
Jimmy and Peter lay on their backs and we mounted them facing out. Two of the men kneeled next to us and sucked on our nipples. Finally the last two lay down between our legs and started sucking our clits. It was absolutely wild. We were being fucked and licked at the same time. That and having our nipples, which were by then extremely tender, being sucked was all we needed. Terri and I started screaming until we both blasted off. When we have intense orgasms we are not just loud, we are like a jet engine. I just start shivering and vibrating, my arms grasp the man in a bear hug, my eyes close, I moan and then I let loose with a scream of dialog.
We finally came down and dressed. After mutual kisses and claims of return engagements we left. Terri and I saw Jimmy and Peter again a couple of times, but life moved us on after that.
A final comment – This could never have happened without the openness of the sexual revolution and the advent of “The Pill.”
See you again sometime soon .....!!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
An Adventure in New Orleans - Part 1
When I was in my forties I had to do some business in New Orleans. As my cousin Terri was free that week I suggested she come with me. You know - Good Food, Good Music, Shopping. Hey, a few days away from LA are always appealing so she agreed. I called Susan, a woman I knew who lived just outside the city and for whom I had once done a very major favor. I told her we were coming down and she jumped at suggesting that she take us to dinner.
So plans were made and off we went. We agreed to have Susan pick us up at eight o’clock our first night. She took us to a fabulous restaurant and after dinner we were sitting on the restaurant’s patio enjoying brandies when Susan asked how long we were planning on staying. I said four days and she said “Great.”
“Look, Carla,” Susan continued, “I own you a huge debt for what you did for me. I can never repay you, but I’ve done something that I think will show my very sincere gratitude. Have you made plans for tomorrow evening?” I told her that we hadn’t. “Fabulous! I have arranged for two simply marvelous men to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. They will pick you up at 7:30 in front of your hotel. Jimmy drives a Bentley. The other man is Peter. Dress casually, be hungry. Carla, Terri, you will not regret this.” Terri and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Susan simply said, “Exactly.” Now, please understand, that when Susan looked me in the eye and said “Exactly” I knew that she knew that I knew exactly what “Exactly” meant. My reply was “Marvelous” and the subject was changed. We were not of the age to questions our hosts good intentions.
The next night Terri and I got cleaned up and dressed in our casual finery. Casual finery being defined as expensive slacks, great cleavage and waxed pussys. We were standing outside at 7:30 when a silver Bentley convertible pulled up. As it was about 85 degrees the top was down. Jimmy and Peter jumped out and introduced themselves. They were both in their early 40s, tanned, muscular and had the looks of men who took care of themselves and worked for a living. They were not handsome, but what I’d describe as nice looking.
They did something that I found rather cute. They made it clear that we were not pairing up, yet, and put both Terri and I in the back seat. They told us we were going to a shore restaurant about 20 miles outside New Orleans and off we drove. The dinner was fabulous, fresh Cajon seafood all the way. We sat on a small terrace overlooking a water-way. We talked about everything. After dinner we went to a real dive and listened to music. At a break Jimmy suggested we move on.
We still had not “paired off.” Let’s be honest here, all four of us knew that the evening was going to end up in a sex session. The men knew it and Terri and I knew it. Terri and I had also been around enough to understand that they were going to share us and we were going to share them.
A moments interruption here is called for: I have a couple of sayings that are actually quite obvious, “Just because I fuck, doesn’t mean I’m a slut,” and “Yes, I enjoy sex, in fact I love sex. You don’t? Well, that’s your problem.”
When this experience happened I was over 40 years old, I had been married twice, I had been around, I had orgied and I had had multiple partners in sex sessions, i.e., yes, I had gang-banged. I had enjoyed my sex life and had enjoyed sex with a wide list of simply marvelous men. So, my eyes were always open to sexual experiences. Hell, why not? It was my body to use sexually as I saw fit.
Terri, my cousin, was the same. She was successful, she was bright, she, too, was over 40 and we both had screwed around sexually together on numerous occasions.
In other words what happened was not happening to children or unsophisticated ladies who were being taken advantage of. We were fully aware that our friend, Susan, had set up a first class, fancy fucking experience for us and we were ready for it.
So we left the music bar. Jimmy suggested that we all go back to his house. Yeah, right, “house.” It was an estate with a mile long driveway, modern ranch house, dock with a tied up yacht and a pool, about three times the size of mine in LA.
The bar at the pool was fully stocked so Terri and I had straight Irish whisky stiffeners. I looked at the pool and, as it was in the 80s, I started undressing. Please, no “But I don’t have a bathing suit” came into play. If you know you’re going to fuck, you might as well get undressed. The others followed suit and jumped in with me. Terri and I stood up at the shallow end and Peter and Jimmy stood next to us. Each took one of us in his arms fondling our breasts and kissed us deeply, with tongues deep in our mouths, while we fondled their cocks. They then exchanged us and we kissed again. Oh, yes, they were going to share pussy and we were going to share cock.
We climbed out of the pool and looked each other over. Our nipples were big and ridged. Their cocks were hard as rocks. Jimmy said, “We loved shaved pussy.” I said, “We love shaved cocks.” Peter said, “May I assume that this is not the first time you have enjoyed having sex next to each other.” Terri replied, “Not only next to each other, but on the same bed!”
I said, being the serious one, “Let’s suck cock.” I took one man by the hand and Terri took the other. We led them to the two chaises and sat down. We started sucking by slipping their cocks into our mouths and got into the swing by going all the way down and then slowly up. The moaning started, and loudly too. I stopped after a few moments and looked up. “Now, be honest, if we let you two cum will you be able to continue?”
“God, dam, yes. We can carry this on all night.”
“You’d better!”
Terri said, “Let’s double on them.” We pulled them down on the chaises and Terri started sucking on Peter while I slipped his balls into my mouth. Jimmy just watched saying, “Yes, suck him, do him.” Peter came in Terri’s mouth and she swallowed it all. We moved to Jimmy and I sucked him while Terri mouthed his balls. Jimmy came in a blast of cum which filled my mouth. I swallowed it all and then Terri and I kissed them with a powerful thrust of our tongues.
We all slipped into the pool for a few minutes and then Peter took our hands and said, “It’s fuck time.” He led us into the house where one of the rooms had two king mattresses on the floor. It was very dark as the only light cam through the sliding doors onto the terrace. We just laid down and they started licking and sucking on our clits. They changed places many times. We were shouting like wild animals which we were. The louder we shouted, the dirtier the words, the better they liked it. Both Terri and I are very loud fucks. Finally we exploded in extreme orgasms. We just collapsed. The men took us in their arms and cuddled us.
After about a half hour of mood music and gentle caressing Terri looked up and said, “Hey, guys, I thought you said it was fuck time.” I reached for Peter who had been cuddling me and said, “No more switching, just some really great fucking.” Peter got on top of me and slid his cock into me and gently started on me. “Oh, God, yes, Oh, God yes, I love it oh shit I love it, please don’t stop, please, Jesus, yes, yes, God, dam, I love to be fucked.”
Terri was saying the same. We’re both very loud. The men started in faster and faster. “Bang me, fuck me, shove it in, harder, harder, now, now, now, switch, yes, shit switch, let me feel Jimmy, oh God yes, Oh I love it so much.”
Jimmy, who had been yelling at Terri, jumped off her and shoved his cock into me, “Yes, you cunt, you want two cocks, you want us both, you love to be fucked and to suck cock, you fucking slut, you juicy cunt, you loved sucking me, you loved the way I sucked your clit, you want more then just the two of us, don’t you, you want cock in your mouth while I’m fucking you and cock in your ass hole, don’t you, scream at me and tell me what you want.”
“Yes, shit yes, I love more cocks, I like to be fucked in the ass and to suck cock while I’m fucking, yes, yes, oh shit, oh shit, I’m cuming, I’m blasting off, oh shit, yes, yes, yes.”
Finally we all came together in a mass of screaming and yelling. It was fabulous!! We had orgasmed many times and very strongly. This was an intense sexual experience and both Terri and I loved it. God, dam, but we loved it.
After we had come down we all jumped in the pool and rinsed off before getting dressed. As we were getting into the car Jimmy and Peter pulled us to them and each kissed us with deep feeling. We drove back to the hotel in a completely relaxed mood. When we pulled up in front of the hotel Jimmy took my hand and asked how long I was going to be in town for. I said we were leaving Saturday afternoon. “Would you like to have dinner again on Friday night? I’ll ask Susan to join us," he asked.
I looked at Terri who leaned back on the seat and just licked her lips. “That’s a yes from her,” I said, “Will you get Susan a date?”
“Oh, yes, I know just the man,” Jimmy said. He then leaned in very close to Terri and I and asked in a low voice, “We’ll have dinner the six of us, but should I have a few extra friends at the house?”
I smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Oh, Jimmy, only if you and Peter don’t think you can satisfy us,” and walked away with Terri and I giggling.
I think I’ll continue this another day.
Bye for now!!
(By the way, if you like what I write, why not leave a comment.)
So plans were made and off we went. We agreed to have Susan pick us up at eight o’clock our first night. She took us to a fabulous restaurant and after dinner we were sitting on the restaurant’s patio enjoying brandies when Susan asked how long we were planning on staying. I said four days and she said “Great.”
“Look, Carla,” Susan continued, “I own you a huge debt for what you did for me. I can never repay you, but I’ve done something that I think will show my very sincere gratitude. Have you made plans for tomorrow evening?” I told her that we hadn’t. “Fabulous! I have arranged for two simply marvelous men to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. They will pick you up at 7:30 in front of your hotel. Jimmy drives a Bentley. The other man is Peter. Dress casually, be hungry. Carla, Terri, you will not regret this.” Terri and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Susan simply said, “Exactly.” Now, please understand, that when Susan looked me in the eye and said “Exactly” I knew that she knew that I knew exactly what “Exactly” meant. My reply was “Marvelous” and the subject was changed. We were not of the age to questions our hosts good intentions.
The next night Terri and I got cleaned up and dressed in our casual finery. Casual finery being defined as expensive slacks, great cleavage and waxed pussys. We were standing outside at 7:30 when a silver Bentley convertible pulled up. As it was about 85 degrees the top was down. Jimmy and Peter jumped out and introduced themselves. They were both in their early 40s, tanned, muscular and had the looks of men who took care of themselves and worked for a living. They were not handsome, but what I’d describe as nice looking.
They did something that I found rather cute. They made it clear that we were not pairing up, yet, and put both Terri and I in the back seat. They told us we were going to a shore restaurant about 20 miles outside New Orleans and off we drove. The dinner was fabulous, fresh Cajon seafood all the way. We sat on a small terrace overlooking a water-way. We talked about everything. After dinner we went to a real dive and listened to music. At a break Jimmy suggested we move on.
We still had not “paired off.” Let’s be honest here, all four of us knew that the evening was going to end up in a sex session. The men knew it and Terri and I knew it. Terri and I had also been around enough to understand that they were going to share us and we were going to share them.
A moments interruption here is called for: I have a couple of sayings that are actually quite obvious, “Just because I fuck, doesn’t mean I’m a slut,” and “Yes, I enjoy sex, in fact I love sex. You don’t? Well, that’s your problem.”
When this experience happened I was over 40 years old, I had been married twice, I had been around, I had orgied and I had had multiple partners in sex sessions, i.e., yes, I had gang-banged. I had enjoyed my sex life and had enjoyed sex with a wide list of simply marvelous men. So, my eyes were always open to sexual experiences. Hell, why not? It was my body to use sexually as I saw fit.
Terri, my cousin, was the same. She was successful, she was bright, she, too, was over 40 and we both had screwed around sexually together on numerous occasions.
In other words what happened was not happening to children or unsophisticated ladies who were being taken advantage of. We were fully aware that our friend, Susan, had set up a first class, fancy fucking experience for us and we were ready for it.
So we left the music bar. Jimmy suggested that we all go back to his house. Yeah, right, “house.” It was an estate with a mile long driveway, modern ranch house, dock with a tied up yacht and a pool, about three times the size of mine in LA.
The bar at the pool was fully stocked so Terri and I had straight Irish whisky stiffeners. I looked at the pool and, as it was in the 80s, I started undressing. Please, no “But I don’t have a bathing suit” came into play. If you know you’re going to fuck, you might as well get undressed. The others followed suit and jumped in with me. Terri and I stood up at the shallow end and Peter and Jimmy stood next to us. Each took one of us in his arms fondling our breasts and kissed us deeply, with tongues deep in our mouths, while we fondled their cocks. They then exchanged us and we kissed again. Oh, yes, they were going to share pussy and we were going to share cock.
We climbed out of the pool and looked each other over. Our nipples were big and ridged. Their cocks were hard as rocks. Jimmy said, “We loved shaved pussy.” I said, “We love shaved cocks.” Peter said, “May I assume that this is not the first time you have enjoyed having sex next to each other.” Terri replied, “Not only next to each other, but on the same bed!”
I said, being the serious one, “Let’s suck cock.” I took one man by the hand and Terri took the other. We led them to the two chaises and sat down. We started sucking by slipping their cocks into our mouths and got into the swing by going all the way down and then slowly up. The moaning started, and loudly too. I stopped after a few moments and looked up. “Now, be honest, if we let you two cum will you be able to continue?”
“God, dam, yes. We can carry this on all night.”
“You’d better!”
Terri said, “Let’s double on them.” We pulled them down on the chaises and Terri started sucking on Peter while I slipped his balls into my mouth. Jimmy just watched saying, “Yes, suck him, do him.” Peter came in Terri’s mouth and she swallowed it all. We moved to Jimmy and I sucked him while Terri mouthed his balls. Jimmy came in a blast of cum which filled my mouth. I swallowed it all and then Terri and I kissed them with a powerful thrust of our tongues.
We all slipped into the pool for a few minutes and then Peter took our hands and said, “It’s fuck time.” He led us into the house where one of the rooms had two king mattresses on the floor. It was very dark as the only light cam through the sliding doors onto the terrace. We just laid down and they started licking and sucking on our clits. They changed places many times. We were shouting like wild animals which we were. The louder we shouted, the dirtier the words, the better they liked it. Both Terri and I are very loud fucks. Finally we exploded in extreme orgasms. We just collapsed. The men took us in their arms and cuddled us.
After about a half hour of mood music and gentle caressing Terri looked up and said, “Hey, guys, I thought you said it was fuck time.” I reached for Peter who had been cuddling me and said, “No more switching, just some really great fucking.” Peter got on top of me and slid his cock into me and gently started on me. “Oh, God, yes, Oh, God yes, I love it oh shit I love it, please don’t stop, please, Jesus, yes, yes, God, dam, I love to be fucked.”
Terri was saying the same. We’re both very loud. The men started in faster and faster. “Bang me, fuck me, shove it in, harder, harder, now, now, now, switch, yes, shit switch, let me feel Jimmy, oh God yes, Oh I love it so much.”
Jimmy, who had been yelling at Terri, jumped off her and shoved his cock into me, “Yes, you cunt, you want two cocks, you want us both, you love to be fucked and to suck cock, you fucking slut, you juicy cunt, you loved sucking me, you loved the way I sucked your clit, you want more then just the two of us, don’t you, you want cock in your mouth while I’m fucking you and cock in your ass hole, don’t you, scream at me and tell me what you want.”
“Yes, shit yes, I love more cocks, I like to be fucked in the ass and to suck cock while I’m fucking, yes, yes, oh shit, oh shit, I’m cuming, I’m blasting off, oh shit, yes, yes, yes.”
Finally we all came together in a mass of screaming and yelling. It was fabulous!! We had orgasmed many times and very strongly. This was an intense sexual experience and both Terri and I loved it. God, dam, but we loved it.
After we had come down we all jumped in the pool and rinsed off before getting dressed. As we were getting into the car Jimmy and Peter pulled us to them and each kissed us with deep feeling. We drove back to the hotel in a completely relaxed mood. When we pulled up in front of the hotel Jimmy took my hand and asked how long I was going to be in town for. I said we were leaving Saturday afternoon. “Would you like to have dinner again on Friday night? I’ll ask Susan to join us," he asked.
I looked at Terri who leaned back on the seat and just licked her lips. “That’s a yes from her,” I said, “Will you get Susan a date?”
“Oh, yes, I know just the man,” Jimmy said. He then leaned in very close to Terri and I and asked in a low voice, “We’ll have dinner the six of us, but should I have a few extra friends at the house?”
I smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Oh, Jimmy, only if you and Peter don’t think you can satisfy us,” and walked away with Terri and I giggling.
I think I’ll continue this another day.
Bye for now!!
(By the way, if you like what I write, why not leave a comment.)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Are Today's Ladies Different from the 70s?
We were sitting around at the Health Club over the weekend listening to the chit-chat from the ladies. As one conversation blended into another Mitzie offered her opinion that it really was somewhat different from the chats we had in the 60s.
Back during the sexual revolution though women realized that they enjoyed sex, they really had not learned to talk about it as freely as the women of today. Sure, if you went to a bar with a couple of your friends and left with a man it was understood that you were going to have sex. But, you didn’t broadcast it about the office or the gym. Yes, you might discuss it with your very closest friends, but not like today.
Today I can sit in the steam room and listen to three women discuss the fact that they had all screwed Jane’s last night’s date. Not only do they say things like, “Oh, sure, Jane, I screwed him a few months ago. I didn’t think he was anything special,” but women seem to relish the fact that poor Jane was getting second best. What if Jane really liked the man? Forget that!
I have always held that a woman must have a friend or two who she can discuss sex with. I learned this early on. You simply can’t keep it all to yourself. What happens if you need a special doctor and you don’t have anyone to talk to.
Besides that who can you laugh and cry with about sex if not a close friend. I’ve found that sex can lead to both laughter and tears, sometimes both. It can also lead to sheer giggles. If you don’t have anyone to share those giggles with, more’s the pity.
I have a small coterie of very close friends who I call, discreetly of course, my “Fuck Friends.” These are women who are my age and who’ve had adventures similar to mine. They are ladies who, for want of a better description, are women who enjoy fancy fucking. I have built this group up over the years. Some come and go, others have never varied and who I’ve known for years.
They also serve a very important purpose. As we are great friends, having dinner once or twice a month so we can catch up and have that giggle. They are available for travel, parties and other necessaries. Let’s be honest here, if a man you’ve been banging asks you to introduce a friend of his to a friend of yours who are you going to suggest? Some twinkle toes from the health club with pouty lips, fake boobs and an ego worthy of Cleopatra? Of course not, hell, the man you know is asking for a women for his friend just like you. If a skier I know asks me to go to Lake Tahoe with him and Jack is going to go to. I sure know that Jack doesn’t want a novice he wants sophistication, nice looks and a fuck at night.
Part of this is keeping my two lives separate. I think I’ll blog on this whole topic one day, but for now it’s simply this: I’ve got my personal life that includes being a national officer of my professional association, teaching classes, writing a bit, and having a Mom who loves me and thinks I should remarry. The other is my gambling, Las Vegas, fuck around and still enjoy a good orgy now and then.
Never the two shall meet. I keep them separate and though I’ve had a few funny situations, I do not purposely blend them.
In other words I will never, under any conditions, sit around the steam room of my health club talking about last night’s conquest and how big a cock he had or how great it was to have him buy me dinner and suck him off in the parking lot. Jesus, I wish some of the modern women would get a grip.
Oh, yes, one last comment – There is nothing new about sex so stop talking like you’ve just invented the wildest blow job ever given to a man.
See you all next time!!
Back during the sexual revolution though women realized that they enjoyed sex, they really had not learned to talk about it as freely as the women of today. Sure, if you went to a bar with a couple of your friends and left with a man it was understood that you were going to have sex. But, you didn’t broadcast it about the office or the gym. Yes, you might discuss it with your very closest friends, but not like today.
Today I can sit in the steam room and listen to three women discuss the fact that they had all screwed Jane’s last night’s date. Not only do they say things like, “Oh, sure, Jane, I screwed him a few months ago. I didn’t think he was anything special,” but women seem to relish the fact that poor Jane was getting second best. What if Jane really liked the man? Forget that!
I have always held that a woman must have a friend or two who she can discuss sex with. I learned this early on. You simply can’t keep it all to yourself. What happens if you need a special doctor and you don’t have anyone to talk to.
Besides that who can you laugh and cry with about sex if not a close friend. I’ve found that sex can lead to both laughter and tears, sometimes both. It can also lead to sheer giggles. If you don’t have anyone to share those giggles with, more’s the pity.
I have a small coterie of very close friends who I call, discreetly of course, my “Fuck Friends.” These are women who are my age and who’ve had adventures similar to mine. They are ladies who, for want of a better description, are women who enjoy fancy fucking. I have built this group up over the years. Some come and go, others have never varied and who I’ve known for years.
They also serve a very important purpose. As we are great friends, having dinner once or twice a month so we can catch up and have that giggle. They are available for travel, parties and other necessaries. Let’s be honest here, if a man you’ve been banging asks you to introduce a friend of his to a friend of yours who are you going to suggest? Some twinkle toes from the health club with pouty lips, fake boobs and an ego worthy of Cleopatra? Of course not, hell, the man you know is asking for a women for his friend just like you. If a skier I know asks me to go to Lake Tahoe with him and Jack is going to go to. I sure know that Jack doesn’t want a novice he wants sophistication, nice looks and a fuck at night.
Part of this is keeping my two lives separate. I think I’ll blog on this whole topic one day, but for now it’s simply this: I’ve got my personal life that includes being a national officer of my professional association, teaching classes, writing a bit, and having a Mom who loves me and thinks I should remarry. The other is my gambling, Las Vegas, fuck around and still enjoy a good orgy now and then.
Never the two shall meet. I keep them separate and though I’ve had a few funny situations, I do not purposely blend them.
In other words I will never, under any conditions, sit around the steam room of my health club talking about last night’s conquest and how big a cock he had or how great it was to have him buy me dinner and suck him off in the parking lot. Jesus, I wish some of the modern women would get a grip.
Oh, yes, one last comment – There is nothing new about sex so stop talking like you’ve just invented the wildest blow job ever given to a man.
See you all next time!!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Steve's Graduation Gift
Normally I do NOT let myself get picked up, especially by younger men. Let's face reality, I'm over 50. But young men seem to hover around me. I'm nice to them, treat them courteously, but I rarely let them get past shaking my hand. OK, a kiss on the cheek may be quite continental .....
A few years ago I went to dinner with a couple of the gals. It was a nice Italian near the Marina here in Los Angeles. Just as we ordered desert one had to rush home and the other was driving her so I was left alone, with a double espresso sitting in front of me and desert on the way.
At the bar was a guy of about 25. As I was sipping my coffee he smiled at me and I smiled pleasantly back at him. He walked over with his drink and asked if he could sit down and chat. He was dressed nicely, was clean and appeared charming so I said "Sure."
We talked for awhile. Steve said he was a grad student at USC in chemistry. I told him that I had sold my business and was sort of retired. We talked for a long time, at least an hour. Then he suggested we go to his apartment in the Marina to have another coffee and a drink.
"I'm old enough to be your mother," I said.
"Yes, so you are. OK, so it's the Oedipus thing."
"Well, I can't have children," being up on my Greek mythology.
"That's very reassuring."
"Look," I said, "I don't know you so I want some bonafides. Let me see your license," I asked him. He presented it and I called my service giving them all the information.
"You're very careful. Does that mean we're going home?"
"Yes," I said.
"...and?" he asked with a smile that gave the Chesire Cat cat-nip fits.
"We'll see." We left the restaurant and I followed him to his apartment house where I put my car in the guest parking slot.
When we got to his apartment door, he opened it, and pulled me close to him for a long "motherly" kiss. I put my arms around him and we both pulled in to each other. I felt his erection through my skirt.
"Hmm, Steve, that was delightful." I said as I pulled away, "OK, Steve, one reminder, then kiss again. I'm over 50 and you're under 30. Understand?"
He pulled me into him and we kissed again. Our tongues intertwined and we pulled each other very close and tight. I could feel his starvation for something more then a college-gal hook-up-fuck and, you know, I was getting very turned on, especially by the growing mound in his pants. He ran his hands over my body and I pulled his rear end into me. We finally separated and I ran my hands over his chest and fully erect cock.
He left the lights off and pulled me over to the sofa. "Sit down and appreciate." He started slowly getting undressed. The dim lights coming in through the window were just enough for me to watch. He got down to just his jockeys and looked down at me. I was licking my lips. "Want something? Something fat? Something big?" he quietly voiced.
"Yes, oh my God, yes," I purred and he slid off his shorts.
GOD dam, but out jumped a fabulous cock. There is nothing more exciting then a fully erect, hard as lead, ready for action cock. He stepped forward and I sucked it all the way in. I worked on him for awhile sliding my lips and tongue up and down but not letting him cum. Finally I made him sit down on the couch and I undressed down to just my bra..
Over the years I’ve learned that men love to take off my bra and let my breasts ease into their palms, especially if my nipples are hard and sure as shit mine were like rocks. I kneeled on the couch with my knees around him and let him take off my bra. My tits fell free and he started sucking on my nipples as I grabbed his cock and slid it into me.
I fucked him on that sofa until we both came. Then we moved to the bedroom where I sucked him off. When he came he asked me to kiss him with his cum on my tongue. We lay next to each other and woke at about 2:00, had a further fuck and I left.
Sometimes, young men do serve a purpose and, as to that purpose - Thank God!!
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I thought I’d just end this tale from my past here, but then my cousin, Terri, suggested I go to the end - the very end.
I would call Steve every few months. He was fun at dinner and really a very good sexual partner. Also he was very interested in learning more and I did some true teaching.
After about a year and a half he told me that his graduation was coming up. He was going to get his Doctorate and had a marvelous job in a distant city all lined up. Steve said that his Mom couldn’t attend as the trip was too difficult for her and asked if I would come, sort of as his Aunt Carla. I said that I’d love to and asked if Terri could come too. He’d never met Terri so he said sure.
I said that I’d get him a really nice graduation present. Now Terri and I were the best of friends even though we were related. We’d participated in numerous sexual flings. I told her the Steve had once said he had never had two women so we thought a true graduation present was to, well, graduate him into erotic heaven.
The day of Steve’s graduation arrived and Terri and I got dressed to the nines. We watched and listened and when his name was called we cheered like parents. We met him afterwards and told him to go home, get all dressed up and meet us at my house as we were going to take him out to the fanciest restaurant in Los Angeles.
He arrived at six and off we went. Two hours and three bottles of wine later we returned to my house. By now Steve had a feeling that tonight was the night. I pointed him to the shower and told him to start showering. Steve’s initiation into fancy fucking was about to begin.
Terri and undressed and joined him in the shower. We lathered up his hard as a rock cock and let him soap our tits and pussies. We sat him on the bench and let him fondle our breasts and suck our nipples. We got out and dried each other off, then moved onto the bed. After a bit of playing we started sucking on his cock. Terri told him that he could scream and beg as much as he wanted but his cuming was our department and he wouldn’t be allowed to cum until we were ready. We turned him around so I could ream out his ass while Terri sucked his cock.
Finally we put the cushion under his butt and Terri continued sucking while I mouthed his balls. That was it! The experience was hitting him. He started moaning, then gasping for air, the sexual intensity started at his toes and worked up into his heart. He started begging, then screaming, louder and louder, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God” then, with one gutteral “Oh Jesus” it was kaboom and he exploded in Terri’s mouth. He just kept on cuming, hell, of course he did. After many contractions I let his balls out of my mouth and Terri slowed down until he could recover. Then we just put our arms around him and cuddled him until he had come down from the highest sexual peak he had ever reached.
Terri and I stayed on either side of him intertwining our legs and murmuring quiet thoughts to him as he started slowing down his heart beat. After about ten minutes he kissed us again and again and started getting hard. We began playing with him. “Hmm, are we actually ready for some more?” I asked.
“More, Oh, God, is there more?”
“Honey,” Terri said, “You haven’t fucked me. Carla says you’re great and I want a sample.”
“I just want to be fucked,” I offered. He was now again hard as a rock. This was going to be a “fuck” session. He climbed on top of Terri and slid his cock into her pussy. I lay next to them and just told him to “Fuck her, fuck her.” He started banging her, harder and harder while she told him to just fuck her.
“Switch time,” I said and he pulled out and slid into me. He was now intensely into fucking and looked down at me and said, “Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking.” He had done this before, he had a huge desire to have fucked his mother and as I was older he equated me with her. Terri played into his desires and whispered into his ear, “Yes, my baby, fuck her, fuck your mommy.” He got harder and harder and slammed into my cunt shouting “Fuck me mommy, fuck me mommy.” After a few minutes he exploded into my cunt and we all came down.
Steve dressed and left. The pity of it is that though we’ve gotten a few e-mails from him I’ve never seen him again. Oh, well, life marches on!!
A few years ago I went to dinner with a couple of the gals. It was a nice Italian near the Marina here in Los Angeles. Just as we ordered desert one had to rush home and the other was driving her so I was left alone, with a double espresso sitting in front of me and desert on the way.
At the bar was a guy of about 25. As I was sipping my coffee he smiled at me and I smiled pleasantly back at him. He walked over with his drink and asked if he could sit down and chat. He was dressed nicely, was clean and appeared charming so I said "Sure."
We talked for awhile. Steve said he was a grad student at USC in chemistry. I told him that I had sold my business and was sort of retired. We talked for a long time, at least an hour. Then he suggested we go to his apartment in the Marina to have another coffee and a drink.
"I'm old enough to be your mother," I said.
"Yes, so you are. OK, so it's the Oedipus thing."
"Well, I can't have children," being up on my Greek mythology.
"That's very reassuring."
"Look," I said, "I don't know you so I want some bonafides. Let me see your license," I asked him. He presented it and I called my service giving them all the information.
"You're very careful. Does that mean we're going home?"
"Yes," I said.
"...and?" he asked with a smile that gave the Chesire Cat cat-nip fits.
"We'll see." We left the restaurant and I followed him to his apartment house where I put my car in the guest parking slot.
When we got to his apartment door, he opened it, and pulled me close to him for a long "motherly" kiss. I put my arms around him and we both pulled in to each other. I felt his erection through my skirt.
"Hmm, Steve, that was delightful." I said as I pulled away, "OK, Steve, one reminder, then kiss again. I'm over 50 and you're under 30. Understand?"
He pulled me into him and we kissed again. Our tongues intertwined and we pulled each other very close and tight. I could feel his starvation for something more then a college-gal hook-up-fuck and, you know, I was getting very turned on, especially by the growing mound in his pants. He ran his hands over my body and I pulled his rear end into me. We finally separated and I ran my hands over his chest and fully erect cock.
He left the lights off and pulled me over to the sofa. "Sit down and appreciate." He started slowly getting undressed. The dim lights coming in through the window were just enough for me to watch. He got down to just his jockeys and looked down at me. I was licking my lips. "Want something? Something fat? Something big?" he quietly voiced.
"Yes, oh my God, yes," I purred and he slid off his shorts.
GOD dam, but out jumped a fabulous cock. There is nothing more exciting then a fully erect, hard as lead, ready for action cock. He stepped forward and I sucked it all the way in. I worked on him for awhile sliding my lips and tongue up and down but not letting him cum. Finally I made him sit down on the couch and I undressed down to just my bra..
Over the years I’ve learned that men love to take off my bra and let my breasts ease into their palms, especially if my nipples are hard and sure as shit mine were like rocks. I kneeled on the couch with my knees around him and let him take off my bra. My tits fell free and he started sucking on my nipples as I grabbed his cock and slid it into me.
I fucked him on that sofa until we both came. Then we moved to the bedroom where I sucked him off. When he came he asked me to kiss him with his cum on my tongue. We lay next to each other and woke at about 2:00, had a further fuck and I left.
Sometimes, young men do serve a purpose and, as to that purpose - Thank God!!
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I thought I’d just end this tale from my past here, but then my cousin, Terri, suggested I go to the end - the very end.
I would call Steve every few months. He was fun at dinner and really a very good sexual partner. Also he was very interested in learning more and I did some true teaching.
After about a year and a half he told me that his graduation was coming up. He was going to get his Doctorate and had a marvelous job in a distant city all lined up. Steve said that his Mom couldn’t attend as the trip was too difficult for her and asked if I would come, sort of as his Aunt Carla. I said that I’d love to and asked if Terri could come too. He’d never met Terri so he said sure.
I said that I’d get him a really nice graduation present. Now Terri and I were the best of friends even though we were related. We’d participated in numerous sexual flings. I told her the Steve had once said he had never had two women so we thought a true graduation present was to, well, graduate him into erotic heaven.
The day of Steve’s graduation arrived and Terri and I got dressed to the nines. We watched and listened and when his name was called we cheered like parents. We met him afterwards and told him to go home, get all dressed up and meet us at my house as we were going to take him out to the fanciest restaurant in Los Angeles.
He arrived at six and off we went. Two hours and three bottles of wine later we returned to my house. By now Steve had a feeling that tonight was the night. I pointed him to the shower and told him to start showering. Steve’s initiation into fancy fucking was about to begin.
Terri and undressed and joined him in the shower. We lathered up his hard as a rock cock and let him soap our tits and pussies. We sat him on the bench and let him fondle our breasts and suck our nipples. We got out and dried each other off, then moved onto the bed. After a bit of playing we started sucking on his cock. Terri told him that he could scream and beg as much as he wanted but his cuming was our department and he wouldn’t be allowed to cum until we were ready. We turned him around so I could ream out his ass while Terri sucked his cock.
Finally we put the cushion under his butt and Terri continued sucking while I mouthed his balls. That was it! The experience was hitting him. He started moaning, then gasping for air, the sexual intensity started at his toes and worked up into his heart. He started begging, then screaming, louder and louder, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God” then, with one gutteral “Oh Jesus” it was kaboom and he exploded in Terri’s mouth. He just kept on cuming, hell, of course he did. After many contractions I let his balls out of my mouth and Terri slowed down until he could recover. Then we just put our arms around him and cuddled him until he had come down from the highest sexual peak he had ever reached.
Terri and I stayed on either side of him intertwining our legs and murmuring quiet thoughts to him as he started slowing down his heart beat. After about ten minutes he kissed us again and again and started getting hard. We began playing with him. “Hmm, are we actually ready for some more?” I asked.
“More, Oh, God, is there more?”
“Honey,” Terri said, “You haven’t fucked me. Carla says you’re great and I want a sample.”
“I just want to be fucked,” I offered. He was now again hard as a rock. This was going to be a “fuck” session. He climbed on top of Terri and slid his cock into her pussy. I lay next to them and just told him to “Fuck her, fuck her.” He started banging her, harder and harder while she told him to just fuck her.
“Switch time,” I said and he pulled out and slid into me. He was now intensely into fucking and looked down at me and said, “Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking.” He had done this before, he had a huge desire to have fucked his mother and as I was older he equated me with her. Terri played into his desires and whispered into his ear, “Yes, my baby, fuck her, fuck your mommy.” He got harder and harder and slammed into my cunt shouting “Fuck me mommy, fuck me mommy.” After a few minutes he exploded into my cunt and we all came down.
Steve dressed and left. The pity of it is that though we’ve gotten a few e-mails from him I’ve never seen him again. Oh, well, life marches on!!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Are You Really Sexy??
I belong to one of those massive Health Clubs that has members in the thousands. One advantage of this extravagance is that it has separate lady’s and men’s gyms, steam rooms and hot tubs. It also has a restaurant and, wow, valet parking, like you can’t walk from your car to work-out. Truly chic and upscale. What I can’t figure out is why we go to "upscale" gyms when the thought is to "down scale" (for me at least ten pounds more.)
I’ve just lost ten pounds and I want to lose another five. I should be happy now with that ten pound loss, but I want to fit into really neat clothes as I prepare for my next trip this Winter. If I had my druthers I’d just want the tummy tightened and the arm fat lessened. As we ladies know, at my age the tummy can be tucked, but the arm hangers are a killer.
No, I will NOT have painful and unnecessary plastic surgery. The only person I would be kidding would be myself. Besides that I love to grin and say "Of course," when I’m asked, "Are they real?"
Anyway, there I was having lunch, the "natural" salad, i.e., no dressing just lemon, minding my own business when over walked Lily. Now, Lily and I have met around the club. She’s 28, about five foot six, boobs in the Seven Thousand Dollar range, blonde from the bottle, ultra thin and well, she's really sort of nice. Oh, yes, Lily is a "Porn Star." By the way, I’ve always wondered why are they always "stars?" Why aren’t there any "porn extras?"
She looked down at me and said, "Do you think I’m sexy?"
I thought for a moment, looked her up and down and replied, "No," returning my attention to my salad. Shit, she was wearing a white t-shirt with her nipples showing through. It was at least one size too tight. Her shorts exposed everything and she had on come-fuck-me shoes.
Lily plopped herself down at the table, unasked, of course, "Why?"
"Lily, the reason you are not sexy is that you are a fake. You prance around here thinking you’re something special. You’re rude to everyone. You’re nose is always up in the air. What have you got to be so snobby about? Hey, honey, reality check, you fuck for a living! You probably fuck by the script and come across stiff and boring. If you want to be sexy you must learn to be nice to people, to enjoy sex, and I don’t mean look like you enjoy it, but actually enjoy it."
I held up my hand, fork, lettuce and all, "Please, don’t tell me about your deprived childhood or that you were abused. I won’t believe a word of it. Why? Because you wouldn’t have asked me the question if there were any extraneous reasons. Besides that you’re making a fucking fortune humping guys in the movies."
"Oh, yes," I continued, "Sexy includes dressing sexy, not looking like a tramp or a two dollar hooker." I stood up, took Lily’s arm and pulled her over to a nearby mirror. "Look at yourself! Who the fuck wants to see your nipples all the time or your ass crack or your pussy line. Jesus, girl, get a grip. You look like a fucking street whore. At least if you want to look like a porn star, look like a quality porn star. But you sure don’t look sexy. You may look sexual or like an easy lay, but you don’t look sexy in the sophisticated and true meaning of the word."
I dropped her arm, returned to my seat and started in on my crappy salad.
Lily looked at me with a glare that could kill. "I saw you at The Palm last weekend and you looked absolutely fabulous. The guys we were with said that you were super sexy looking and then they fumbled over whether we were sexy looking. Do I really look like a tramp?"
"Lily, sit down and let me eat my salad. Now, what, besides your seeing me, brought this on? Honey, you’re great looking with a super figure, what happened? Truth, now, I can see through a con job a mile away."
"Carla, I’m 28 and, yes, I'm a tramp. I know that, nobodies kidding nobody. Hell, I may be a "porn star," but you’re right, I screw for a living. I just get paid better then a Two-Dollar whore. Carla, I am not dumb. I know me. I’m now looking to the future and I don’t want to wake up one morning and actually be that tramp. That’s my biggest fear. I want to meet someone. I want to get out. But, I’m no fool, I’ll always be a porn actress, it’s like a big tattoo across my forehead. I just want to see myself a little be more mature.
"..... and, yes, admission number one – Every man who takes me out wants nothing more then to be seen with me and then to fuck me. I am not an idiot! I ooze sex or as you would probably put it more bluntly, I ooze fuck. ..... and, yes, you’re right, I know it, I’m not sexy, I'm slutty. I need a quick lesson in sexy and maturity."
Hey, I can’t arge with that. Here I am, Miss 55 Years Old, and I’ve got this young chick with the boob job and the botox forehead asking my advice. I did the same about 25 years ago and look at me. Should I help her or tell her to go scram? Well, you know the answer, I called my cousin, Terri, and we made plans!
I have a very simple definition of "Sexy." The dictionary and I tend to agree. Sexy is all attitude, I've said that before. But sexy includes the peripheral things that go to make up the whole package. Sexy is not showing your breasts through a wet t-shirt, sexy is not huge cleavage, sexy is not see through dresses, sexy is not leaving anything to the imagination, sexy is not having lost your virginity, sexy is not talking dirty and cussing on the streets, sexy is not looking like a tramp, and, most important, sexy is not buying expensive little outfits on Melrose Avenue. Look at it this way, we all know you fuck - Why advertise it?
I'll tell you what sexy is. Sexy is wearing a full length dress curled around your neck and no clevage. Underneathe that dress you wear a push up bra that mounds your boobs, but doesn't show them or your nipples. That's sexy. Sexy is smiling and laughing at your dates jokes. Sexy is enjoying yourself and making him feel like a king. Sexy is being smart. Sexy is not being dumb. Sexy is reading a newspaper so you can talk about current events. Sexy is not being boring. Sexy is always being a lady. Sexy is not letting a man go to bed with you on the first or second date.
Sexy is never, ever cursing or using bad language. Being "one of the boys" is really not very sexy or smart for that matter. Now, there is one exception to the being a lady and not using bad language rule. When you have decided that tonight's the night and you're finally going to bed the man then, when you're in the car after dinner and pulling away from the restaurant, you can turn to him with a really nice smile on your face and say, "Honey, take me back to my place. I want to fuck you!"
This accomplishes two things. First it let's him know that he's got a tiger by the tail and two, he'll be so surprised he'll cum in his pants. That way when you do hit the sheets he won't cum the instant you start working him over.
Caution - Only do that if you want to "fuck." If you want him to make love to you, well, be a bit more subtle.
Follow my rules and you will be considered "SEXY!" You'll also be considered smart.
I’ve just lost ten pounds and I want to lose another five. I should be happy now with that ten pound loss, but I want to fit into really neat clothes as I prepare for my next trip this Winter. If I had my druthers I’d just want the tummy tightened and the arm fat lessened. As we ladies know, at my age the tummy can be tucked, but the arm hangers are a killer.
No, I will NOT have painful and unnecessary plastic surgery. The only person I would be kidding would be myself. Besides that I love to grin and say "Of course," when I’m asked, "Are they real?"
Anyway, there I was having lunch, the "natural" salad, i.e., no dressing just lemon, minding my own business when over walked Lily. Now, Lily and I have met around the club. She’s 28, about five foot six, boobs in the Seven Thousand Dollar range, blonde from the bottle, ultra thin and well, she's really sort of nice. Oh, yes, Lily is a "Porn Star." By the way, I’ve always wondered why are they always "stars?" Why aren’t there any "porn extras?"
She looked down at me and said, "Do you think I’m sexy?"
I thought for a moment, looked her up and down and replied, "No," returning my attention to my salad. Shit, she was wearing a white t-shirt with her nipples showing through. It was at least one size too tight. Her shorts exposed everything and she had on come-fuck-me shoes.
Lily plopped herself down at the table, unasked, of course, "Why?"
"Lily, the reason you are not sexy is that you are a fake. You prance around here thinking you’re something special. You’re rude to everyone. You’re nose is always up in the air. What have you got to be so snobby about? Hey, honey, reality check, you fuck for a living! You probably fuck by the script and come across stiff and boring. If you want to be sexy you must learn to be nice to people, to enjoy sex, and I don’t mean look like you enjoy it, but actually enjoy it."
I held up my hand, fork, lettuce and all, "Please, don’t tell me about your deprived childhood or that you were abused. I won’t believe a word of it. Why? Because you wouldn’t have asked me the question if there were any extraneous reasons. Besides that you’re making a fucking fortune humping guys in the movies."
"Oh, yes," I continued, "Sexy includes dressing sexy, not looking like a tramp or a two dollar hooker." I stood up, took Lily’s arm and pulled her over to a nearby mirror. "Look at yourself! Who the fuck wants to see your nipples all the time or your ass crack or your pussy line. Jesus, girl, get a grip. You look like a fucking street whore. At least if you want to look like a porn star, look like a quality porn star. But you sure don’t look sexy. You may look sexual or like an easy lay, but you don’t look sexy in the sophisticated and true meaning of the word."
I dropped her arm, returned to my seat and started in on my crappy salad.
Lily looked at me with a glare that could kill. "I saw you at The Palm last weekend and you looked absolutely fabulous. The guys we were with said that you were super sexy looking and then they fumbled over whether we were sexy looking. Do I really look like a tramp?"
"Lily, sit down and let me eat my salad. Now, what, besides your seeing me, brought this on? Honey, you’re great looking with a super figure, what happened? Truth, now, I can see through a con job a mile away."
"Carla, I’m 28 and, yes, I'm a tramp. I know that, nobodies kidding nobody. Hell, I may be a "porn star," but you’re right, I screw for a living. I just get paid better then a Two-Dollar whore. Carla, I am not dumb. I know me. I’m now looking to the future and I don’t want to wake up one morning and actually be that tramp. That’s my biggest fear. I want to meet someone. I want to get out. But, I’m no fool, I’ll always be a porn actress, it’s like a big tattoo across my forehead. I just want to see myself a little be more mature.
"..... and, yes, admission number one – Every man who takes me out wants nothing more then to be seen with me and then to fuck me. I am not an idiot! I ooze sex or as you would probably put it more bluntly, I ooze fuck. ..... and, yes, you’re right, I know it, I’m not sexy, I'm slutty. I need a quick lesson in sexy and maturity."
Hey, I can’t arge with that. Here I am, Miss 55 Years Old, and I’ve got this young chick with the boob job and the botox forehead asking my advice. I did the same about 25 years ago and look at me. Should I help her or tell her to go scram? Well, you know the answer, I called my cousin, Terri, and we made plans!
I have a very simple definition of "Sexy." The dictionary and I tend to agree. Sexy is all attitude, I've said that before. But sexy includes the peripheral things that go to make up the whole package. Sexy is not showing your breasts through a wet t-shirt, sexy is not huge cleavage, sexy is not see through dresses, sexy is not leaving anything to the imagination, sexy is not having lost your virginity, sexy is not talking dirty and cussing on the streets, sexy is not looking like a tramp, and, most important, sexy is not buying expensive little outfits on Melrose Avenue. Look at it this way, we all know you fuck - Why advertise it?
I'll tell you what sexy is. Sexy is wearing a full length dress curled around your neck and no clevage. Underneathe that dress you wear a push up bra that mounds your boobs, but doesn't show them or your nipples. That's sexy. Sexy is smiling and laughing at your dates jokes. Sexy is enjoying yourself and making him feel like a king. Sexy is being smart. Sexy is not being dumb. Sexy is reading a newspaper so you can talk about current events. Sexy is not being boring. Sexy is always being a lady. Sexy is not letting a man go to bed with you on the first or second date.
Sexy is never, ever cursing or using bad language. Being "one of the boys" is really not very sexy or smart for that matter. Now, there is one exception to the being a lady and not using bad language rule. When you have decided that tonight's the night and you're finally going to bed the man then, when you're in the car after dinner and pulling away from the restaurant, you can turn to him with a really nice smile on your face and say, "Honey, take me back to my place. I want to fuck you!"
This accomplishes two things. First it let's him know that he's got a tiger by the tail and two, he'll be so surprised he'll cum in his pants. That way when you do hit the sheets he won't cum the instant you start working him over.
Caution - Only do that if you want to "fuck." If you want him to make love to you, well, be a bit more subtle.
Follow my rules and you will be considered "SEXY!" You'll also be considered smart.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Atlantic - January/February 2011
Have you seen the Atlantic this month. I read the two articles on sex and came away thoroughly pissed. The first is on that dippy girl at Duke who wrote a thesis on her sexual contacts. Now she's just dumb. But it was the second that got me really annoyed.
Why is it that every girl in an ultra liberal city like Santa Barbara thinks she can comment on my sexuality. Christ, almighty, why doesn't she just go and get laid?
Oops, I've got to run, but more on this topic tomorrow.
Why is it that every girl in an ultra liberal city like Santa Barbara thinks she can comment on my sexuality. Christ, almighty, why doesn't she just go and get laid?
Oops, I've got to run, but more on this topic tomorrow.
Friday, January 21, 2011
What are Two Ladies To Do?
Last Wednesday Mitzi called and asked what I was doing over the weekend. Nothing was on tap for me. "Let’s go to Lake Tahoe," she said.
"Great," was my instant reply, "I’ll make the arrangements."
Now, me, I love Nevada. Any place with a crap table and a baccarat table is nifty special in my book. I called my casino host at Harveys and got two suites reserved. Made the plane reservations and e-mailed Mitzi the details.
Thursday got the hair done and a spruce up on my waxing. Checked the wardrobe and packed in the afternoon. Got a good evening’s sleep so Friday morning I was bright eyed, bushy tailed (well, I hope not) and ready to go. Easy flight and when we reached Reno, there was a limo waiting so off we went after collecting our bags. Got to the hotel in time to get a massage and a nap.
OK, it’s seven o’clock, time for dinner. We intended to eat and then sit at the baccarat table for a couple of hours.
I suppose you’d like to know about Mitzi. As you know, I’m in my 50s, Mitzi is, well, a little older but looks a little younger. As both of us get to the gym at least three times a week we’ve kept in shape. Mitzi’s boobs are bigger then mine and mine are large. Obviously ours are real, hell, at our age, they’d better be!
Even though Lake Tahoe is very casual I like to get reasonably dressed up in the evening. I was wearing an emerald green silk pants and top with a low, rounded neckline. My bra, a Victoria’s Secret special, kept the toys up, out and wide, nothing tight as I liked them to sway and jiggle. Mitzi was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that cost a bundle and she had a jeans top on. Her t-shirts are made to order so her massive breasts are clearly accentuated. May I humbly say that we looked great!!
I’d made a dinner reservation for eight at the 19 Kitchen-Bar on the 19th floor of Harveys. When we arrived Vincent, the Maitre ‘d, who I knew, sat us at two reserved chairs at the end of the bar for a couple of drinks before taking us to our table. I ordered the best Irish they had and Mitzi had a martini. Within ten minutes we were the center of a crowd of men.
This always happens and it’s not cougar time. It’s just plain attitude. Mitzi and I are fun. We laugh, we joke, we drink, we smile, we listen, we buy our own drinks (actually I’m comped), we flirt and we demand nothing. One day I’m going to blog about the two gorgeous gals at the other end of the bar and why the men surrounded us. They were blonde, beautiful, dressed great and had super, Ten Thousand Dollar boob jobs. Oh yes, they were also arrogant, hostile and obviously very high maintenance. Do they really think they’re going to find a multi-millionaire, good looking athlete at Lake Tahoe?
About 30 minutes later Vincent made eye contact with me and when I nodded he came over to escort us to my regular table. After we ordered Vincent came back, "Miss R, I have an offer of a bottle of wine for you and your friend from the gentlemen over there."
"Good wine?" I asked.
"Upper middle of the reds."
"You know them?"
"They come three or four times a year, full comp, the one on the left is widowed, he’s about 40 the other is divorced, also 40 or so." As you can see, Vincent is a treasure. He protects me from the bums and the drunks. A side note about my relations with casino employees. One I tip very well. Two I never, never date a casino employee. Though they are super discrete I don’t want to have one get jealous and cause a problem. So, like married men, they are a pure no-no.
I glanced at Mitzi, she nodded OK, so I smiled at the two men and told Vincent to say how much we appreciated the wine and would they like to join us for desert, coffee and brandies.
About 20 minutes later I looked over at the guys and waved them to our table. Charles and Harold sat down and we started talking. Six brandies later Vincent came over and said, "Miss R, we’re closing." It was 11:30. For over two hours we had been talking and laughing and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. It was a great time.
"Let’s go to the bar for a last one," I said. By the way, I cannot be drunk under the table. One thing I’ve learned in life is how to hold my liqueur.
At midnight I looked at my watch and gave the wink to Mitzi. I’ve been around her long enough to know if the man she’s with is going to get laid and by the look in her eyes, he’s was going to get the fucking of a life time.
I’m going to say a further word here about Mitzi and I. We’re both over 50. We’ve kept our bodies in shape. We may not be those young, tight, blonde, boobie chicks, but we’re also not vapid, arrogant, insolent, stupid and, if you bed us, we don’t make you feel like you’ve just been handed the favor of all time. Actually, if you bed us you’ve just had the fucking of a lifetime because we’re fun and enjoy sex. Hell, go ahead, mess our hair. Here is a straight forward truism. If you’re with a man and getting laid he will adore you if you visibly enjoy it. If you don’t then what the shit are you doing getting laid? If the best you can do is, "Honey, go ahead, stick it in, but don’t mess my hair" then may I suggest you quickly find a nunnery. You’re not worth the effort!
Anyway, I stood up and said "Jesus, it’s late, I’ve got to get to bed. Charlie, would you like to join me?" Charlie, who’d been hoping against hope and staring at my tits for two hours, just had his greatest wish handed to him and all he could say was, "Ahh, well, ahhh, oh ..... Thank God, for a minute there I thought you hadn’t noticed my interest."
Mitzi looked at Harold, smiled like the Cheshire Cat, tightly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Harry, honnnney, let’s fuck."
Our suites were on the same floor, so we took the elevator together. As I passed Mitzi I said, "Wear him out and don’t call me until ten."
Charlie and I arrived at my door. I pushed him inside. The only light was the dim glow coming through the windows.
I slowly pulled him to me, pressing my full body against his. I opened my mouth and kissed him deeply, my tongue playing cat and mouse with his. I ran my hands over his head and through his hair, I pulled back and nibbled into his ear with slow breaths and little tongue jabs, I kissed him again and could feel that he was hard as a rock. "Oh, yes, Charlie, you’re interested in fucking me aren’t you?" Please understand that this was not "making love." This was SEX, fucking if you will, but animal sex.
Another long kiss. I leaned back and smiled at him, slid my hand over his cock, "Charlie, may I see it, please?"
He started undressing as I ran my hands over his body while moving around him. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Very lightly I ran my hands over his chest. He pulled his pants off, then his shoes and socks. I kissed him again with my tongue far into his mouth. I slid down to his cock and pulled his undershorts off.
Into my mouth his cock went. I knew he would blast in a minute, so I left off and climbed up to his lips where I slid my fingers in and played with his tongue and then kissed him again.
Over the years I’ve learned a few things, one is that men just love to undo my bra and have my breasts fall into their hands and faces so I sat him down on the couch and slowly took off my shoes and pants. Then off came my panties so he could see that I had a fully waxed vagina which caused him to moan in anticipation. I slipped off my top and stood there letting him drink in my next move.
I climbed on top of him kneeling on the couch my legs on either side of him. I leaned forward and kissed him again and whispered into his ear, "They’re all yours, darling, all yours. The clasp is in front."
He fumbled until he undid my bra and let my breasts fall into his hands. I kissed him again then cupped my tits so he could suck on my nipples. Hungry wasn’t the right word. Starving was more like it. My nipples were hard as rocks and he sucked on each one. Finally I pushed up and slide his cock into my cunt.
God, but do I love to feel a man’s cock inside me. I moved very gently on top of it. I kissed him again while he fondled and cupped my tits. I knew he was going to cum so I slipped off and took him into my mouth where he exploded with a massive gush of cum and groans. I swallowed and let him go, "More, I need much more," I said.
He pulled me up and kissed me and we went to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and started eating my pussy. I came in moments and he just continued licking and sucking my clit. He moved to my rear and reamed me finally climbed up on top of me and slid his cock into my cunt. He fucked and fucked and I was screaming and hissing into his ear, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, God Dam I love cock, oh, shit harder, more, you fucking cock, ram it in, oh yes, oh yes ....."
Finally we both exploded together and collapsed in each other arms.
God dam, I had just been super well fucked!! We cuddled for awhile, slept, fucked again and about four AM he left. Now, that was Friday night!!
"Great," was my instant reply, "I’ll make the arrangements."
Now, me, I love Nevada. Any place with a crap table and a baccarat table is nifty special in my book. I called my casino host at Harveys and got two suites reserved. Made the plane reservations and e-mailed Mitzi the details.
Thursday got the hair done and a spruce up on my waxing. Checked the wardrobe and packed in the afternoon. Got a good evening’s sleep so Friday morning I was bright eyed, bushy tailed (well, I hope not) and ready to go. Easy flight and when we reached Reno, there was a limo waiting so off we went after collecting our bags. Got to the hotel in time to get a massage and a nap.
OK, it’s seven o’clock, time for dinner. We intended to eat and then sit at the baccarat table for a couple of hours.
I suppose you’d like to know about Mitzi. As you know, I’m in my 50s, Mitzi is, well, a little older but looks a little younger. As both of us get to the gym at least three times a week we’ve kept in shape. Mitzi’s boobs are bigger then mine and mine are large. Obviously ours are real, hell, at our age, they’d better be!
Even though Lake Tahoe is very casual I like to get reasonably dressed up in the evening. I was wearing an emerald green silk pants and top with a low, rounded neckline. My bra, a Victoria’s Secret special, kept the toys up, out and wide, nothing tight as I liked them to sway and jiggle. Mitzi was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that cost a bundle and she had a jeans top on. Her t-shirts are made to order so her massive breasts are clearly accentuated. May I humbly say that we looked great!!
I’d made a dinner reservation for eight at the 19 Kitchen-Bar on the 19th floor of Harveys. When we arrived Vincent, the Maitre ‘d, who I knew, sat us at two reserved chairs at the end of the bar for a couple of drinks before taking us to our table. I ordered the best Irish they had and Mitzi had a martini. Within ten minutes we were the center of a crowd of men.
This always happens and it’s not cougar time. It’s just plain attitude. Mitzi and I are fun. We laugh, we joke, we drink, we smile, we listen, we buy our own drinks (actually I’m comped), we flirt and we demand nothing. One day I’m going to blog about the two gorgeous gals at the other end of the bar and why the men surrounded us. They were blonde, beautiful, dressed great and had super, Ten Thousand Dollar boob jobs. Oh yes, they were also arrogant, hostile and obviously very high maintenance. Do they really think they’re going to find a multi-millionaire, good looking athlete at Lake Tahoe?
About 30 minutes later Vincent made eye contact with me and when I nodded he came over to escort us to my regular table. After we ordered Vincent came back, "Miss R, I have an offer of a bottle of wine for you and your friend from the gentlemen over there."
"Good wine?" I asked.
"Upper middle of the reds."
"You know them?"
"They come three or four times a year, full comp, the one on the left is widowed, he’s about 40 the other is divorced, also 40 or so." As you can see, Vincent is a treasure. He protects me from the bums and the drunks. A side note about my relations with casino employees. One I tip very well. Two I never, never date a casino employee. Though they are super discrete I don’t want to have one get jealous and cause a problem. So, like married men, they are a pure no-no.
I glanced at Mitzi, she nodded OK, so I smiled at the two men and told Vincent to say how much we appreciated the wine and would they like to join us for desert, coffee and brandies.
About 20 minutes later I looked over at the guys and waved them to our table. Charles and Harold sat down and we started talking. Six brandies later Vincent came over and said, "Miss R, we’re closing." It was 11:30. For over two hours we had been talking and laughing and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. It was a great time.
"Let’s go to the bar for a last one," I said. By the way, I cannot be drunk under the table. One thing I’ve learned in life is how to hold my liqueur.
At midnight I looked at my watch and gave the wink to Mitzi. I’ve been around her long enough to know if the man she’s with is going to get laid and by the look in her eyes, he’s was going to get the fucking of a life time.
I’m going to say a further word here about Mitzi and I. We’re both over 50. We’ve kept our bodies in shape. We may not be those young, tight, blonde, boobie chicks, but we’re also not vapid, arrogant, insolent, stupid and, if you bed us, we don’t make you feel like you’ve just been handed the favor of all time. Actually, if you bed us you’ve just had the fucking of a lifetime because we’re fun and enjoy sex. Hell, go ahead, mess our hair. Here is a straight forward truism. If you’re with a man and getting laid he will adore you if you visibly enjoy it. If you don’t then what the shit are you doing getting laid? If the best you can do is, "Honey, go ahead, stick it in, but don’t mess my hair" then may I suggest you quickly find a nunnery. You’re not worth the effort!
Anyway, I stood up and said "Jesus, it’s late, I’ve got to get to bed. Charlie, would you like to join me?" Charlie, who’d been hoping against hope and staring at my tits for two hours, just had his greatest wish handed to him and all he could say was, "Ahh, well, ahhh, oh ..... Thank God, for a minute there I thought you hadn’t noticed my interest."
Mitzi looked at Harold, smiled like the Cheshire Cat, tightly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Harry, honnnney, let’s fuck."
Our suites were on the same floor, so we took the elevator together. As I passed Mitzi I said, "Wear him out and don’t call me until ten."
Charlie and I arrived at my door. I pushed him inside. The only light was the dim glow coming through the windows.
I slowly pulled him to me, pressing my full body against his. I opened my mouth and kissed him deeply, my tongue playing cat and mouse with his. I ran my hands over his head and through his hair, I pulled back and nibbled into his ear with slow breaths and little tongue jabs, I kissed him again and could feel that he was hard as a rock. "Oh, yes, Charlie, you’re interested in fucking me aren’t you?" Please understand that this was not "making love." This was SEX, fucking if you will, but animal sex.
Another long kiss. I leaned back and smiled at him, slid my hand over his cock, "Charlie, may I see it, please?"
He started undressing as I ran my hands over his body while moving around him. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Very lightly I ran my hands over his chest. He pulled his pants off, then his shoes and socks. I kissed him again with my tongue far into his mouth. I slid down to his cock and pulled his undershorts off.
Into my mouth his cock went. I knew he would blast in a minute, so I left off and climbed up to his lips where I slid my fingers in and played with his tongue and then kissed him again.
Over the years I’ve learned a few things, one is that men just love to undo my bra and have my breasts fall into their hands and faces so I sat him down on the couch and slowly took off my shoes and pants. Then off came my panties so he could see that I had a fully waxed vagina which caused him to moan in anticipation. I slipped off my top and stood there letting him drink in my next move.
I climbed on top of him kneeling on the couch my legs on either side of him. I leaned forward and kissed him again and whispered into his ear, "They’re all yours, darling, all yours. The clasp is in front."
He fumbled until he undid my bra and let my breasts fall into his hands. I kissed him again then cupped my tits so he could suck on my nipples. Hungry wasn’t the right word. Starving was more like it. My nipples were hard as rocks and he sucked on each one. Finally I pushed up and slide his cock into my cunt.
God, but do I love to feel a man’s cock inside me. I moved very gently on top of it. I kissed him again while he fondled and cupped my tits. I knew he was going to cum so I slipped off and took him into my mouth where he exploded with a massive gush of cum and groans. I swallowed and let him go, "More, I need much more," I said.
He pulled me up and kissed me and we went to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and started eating my pussy. I came in moments and he just continued licking and sucking my clit. He moved to my rear and reamed me finally climbed up on top of me and slid his cock into my cunt. He fucked and fucked and I was screaming and hissing into his ear, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, God Dam I love cock, oh, shit harder, more, you fucking cock, ram it in, oh yes, oh yes ....."
Finally we both exploded together and collapsed in each other arms.
God dam, I had just been super well fucked!! We cuddled for awhile, slept, fucked again and about four AM he left. Now, that was Friday night!!
A Word About Orgies
As said when I started this blog I was going to retell a few stories about my past life. Truthfully I haven’t been on because I just didn’t know what to tell. Well, after some advice from one of the bloggers on here I’m just going to let my thoughts ramble. If you like this - Great! If you don’t, well, tough shit.
I was once asked if I would like to attend a concert in the Los Angeles area. Now, I know it may not match up with some small minds, but you truly can enjoy both great music and fancy fucking. Actually, I also love the opera.
So, there I was at a reception after the performance and I was being introduced to a few of the musicians by my host. Imagine my surprise when one of them turned to meet me and, with a streak of recognition, she got a look a sheer terror in her eyes.
I knew immediately who she was. She was a women who had attended a few orgies and swing parties I’d been to. I simply thanked her for a marvelous performance, complimented the orchestra and moved on. Later in the evening I went to the lady’s room and on the way back she stopped me and drew me aside. She thanked me for my discretion and asked if we could have lunch one day. We exchanged numbers and moved on. Here’s some advice. The best thing an ultra sexual person can have is a friend she can be completely open with. I have cultivated those friends because I need them. I’m lucky as my cousin, Terri, is as big a fucker as I am. If you don’t think you can find such friends, just listen to the chatting at your health club.
So here are a few orgy rules:
RULE NO. ONE – If you recognize someone you know either at an orgy or afterwards keep your mouth shut. Period!
Now, I’m no one to harp on the obvious, but ...
RULE NO. TWO – PLEASE, take a good shower before you go!! Also, trim your pubic hair. No one like to go down and get a mouthful of hair. Men, a shaved cock looks bigger!! Ladies, a waxed and smooth pussy is so very inviting. Also, ladies, use some lotion like KY lubricant on your pussy. It really helps.
RULE NO. THREE – You are not going to meet your dream mate at an orgy. The chance of George Cloony or Madonna dropping by is nil! You will meet a cross section of America. Yes, fat and thin, short and tall, big and small cocks and boobs, young and old. What you will meet are people just like you - horny bitches and bastards looking to fuck up a storm.
RULE NO. FOUR – If you go into the "Anything Goes Room" that means you’ll take on all comers. If the fat, old guy or gal comes in, just get to fucking and enjoy it.
As an aside I know a couple, about 50, who are simply fabulous at a sex party. They both fuck like gangbusters, are hugely funny about sex and have mouths like truck drivers. They are a pleasure to have join in.
RULE NO. FIVE – Please if you’re going to an orgy have NO hangups about sex. There is nothing worse then to have a guy who cannot perform or a gal who starts crying. Do not go to a swing party if you haven’t tried MFM or FMF before you go. You cannot just be dropped into such a sexually intense situation without some experience in your background.
My preferences are simple. I think the best men at an orgy are those who have no hangups about sex. They love to please a women, they love to please themselves, and they have a reasonable amount of stamina. Also I prefer men who talk during sex. Finally, men who can handle the deep intensity of the sexuality of an orgy are my favorites. As to women, they should be willing to experience the simple fact that they will cum and cum. Some women just cannot handle multiple, intense orgasms, or, unfortunately, they cannot enjoy sex. Also to enjoy a multiple partner sex situation a women should have no shame about sex. She is going to be stark naked in front of women and men and she will be spreading her legs for cock and opening her mouth for cock.
If you’ve got a hang-up about sex or your body – Stay Home!!
So many people who like to think they would be good at an orgy have neither experienced nor do they understand the sexual high from the passion of an orgy. I have a final suggestion. Go with a friend! That way you can retell the experience and laugh at the fun of it. Yes, have a few fuck friends. People you can laugh with about sex. I have six women friends who are my fuck friends. We are very close and have participated in sexual hi-jinx together. I keep them completely separate from my other friends.
RULE NO. SIX – If you don’t have fun at an orgy you should just not go.
When I think back on my experiences with multiple partner sex three orgys come to mind. One was in Alaska which I’ll tell about one day. The second was, bluntly a paid experience that was a gift to my cousin, Terri, and me. That was at the Spa of Heavenly Delights in Macau. The Spa is a place where women can go to get their wildest sexual dreams satisfied by men who are completely professional in doing so. I’ve been to the Spa a couple of times simply to please my desire for powerful orgasms.
The third was in Australia. This was a straight forward fuck-a-rama. There were four of us. Terri, me, and our two lady friends from Australia who set it up. I’m saving this adventure for a later post.
I hope these few paragraphs will help. Look, go to an orgy and enjoy. If you’re guilty about enjoying sex, well, too bad, if you’re not - SUPER!!
I was once asked if I would like to attend a concert in the Los Angeles area. Now, I know it may not match up with some small minds, but you truly can enjoy both great music and fancy fucking. Actually, I also love the opera.
So, there I was at a reception after the performance and I was being introduced to a few of the musicians by my host. Imagine my surprise when one of them turned to meet me and, with a streak of recognition, she got a look a sheer terror in her eyes.
I knew immediately who she was. She was a women who had attended a few orgies and swing parties I’d been to. I simply thanked her for a marvelous performance, complimented the orchestra and moved on. Later in the evening I went to the lady’s room and on the way back she stopped me and drew me aside. She thanked me for my discretion and asked if we could have lunch one day. We exchanged numbers and moved on. Here’s some advice. The best thing an ultra sexual person can have is a friend she can be completely open with. I have cultivated those friends because I need them. I’m lucky as my cousin, Terri, is as big a fucker as I am. If you don’t think you can find such friends, just listen to the chatting at your health club.
So here are a few orgy rules:
RULE NO. ONE – If you recognize someone you know either at an orgy or afterwards keep your mouth shut. Period!
Now, I’m no one to harp on the obvious, but ...
RULE NO. TWO – PLEASE, take a good shower before you go!! Also, trim your pubic hair. No one like to go down and get a mouthful of hair. Men, a shaved cock looks bigger!! Ladies, a waxed and smooth pussy is so very inviting. Also, ladies, use some lotion like KY lubricant on your pussy. It really helps.
RULE NO. THREE – You are not going to meet your dream mate at an orgy. The chance of George Cloony or Madonna dropping by is nil! You will meet a cross section of America. Yes, fat and thin, short and tall, big and small cocks and boobs, young and old. What you will meet are people just like you - horny bitches and bastards looking to fuck up a storm.
RULE NO. FOUR – If you go into the "Anything Goes Room" that means you’ll take on all comers. If the fat, old guy or gal comes in, just get to fucking and enjoy it.
As an aside I know a couple, about 50, who are simply fabulous at a sex party. They both fuck like gangbusters, are hugely funny about sex and have mouths like truck drivers. They are a pleasure to have join in.
RULE NO. FIVE – Please if you’re going to an orgy have NO hangups about sex. There is nothing worse then to have a guy who cannot perform or a gal who starts crying. Do not go to a swing party if you haven’t tried MFM or FMF before you go. You cannot just be dropped into such a sexually intense situation without some experience in your background.
My preferences are simple. I think the best men at an orgy are those who have no hangups about sex. They love to please a women, they love to please themselves, and they have a reasonable amount of stamina. Also I prefer men who talk during sex. Finally, men who can handle the deep intensity of the sexuality of an orgy are my favorites. As to women, they should be willing to experience the simple fact that they will cum and cum. Some women just cannot handle multiple, intense orgasms, or, unfortunately, they cannot enjoy sex. Also to enjoy a multiple partner sex situation a women should have no shame about sex. She is going to be stark naked in front of women and men and she will be spreading her legs for cock and opening her mouth for cock.
If you’ve got a hang-up about sex or your body – Stay Home!!
So many people who like to think they would be good at an orgy have neither experienced nor do they understand the sexual high from the passion of an orgy. I have a final suggestion. Go with a friend! That way you can retell the experience and laugh at the fun of it. Yes, have a few fuck friends. People you can laugh with about sex. I have six women friends who are my fuck friends. We are very close and have participated in sexual hi-jinx together. I keep them completely separate from my other friends.
RULE NO. SIX – If you don’t have fun at an orgy you should just not go.
When I think back on my experiences with multiple partner sex three orgys come to mind. One was in Alaska which I’ll tell about one day. The second was, bluntly a paid experience that was a gift to my cousin, Terri, and me. That was at the Spa of Heavenly Delights in Macau. The Spa is a place where women can go to get their wildest sexual dreams satisfied by men who are completely professional in doing so. I’ve been to the Spa a couple of times simply to please my desire for powerful orgasms.
The third was in Australia. This was a straight forward fuck-a-rama. There were four of us. Terri, me, and our two lady friends from Australia who set it up. I’m saving this adventure for a later post.
I hope these few paragraphs will help. Look, go to an orgy and enjoy. If you’re guilty about enjoying sex, well, too bad, if you’re not - SUPER!!
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