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{ November 4, 2007 @ 10:50 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, sexual technique }
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She watched me while I ate, spicy and most likely aphrodisiac food at a Chinese resto: Beef and meatballs in hot noodles, a large meat bun, iced tea. Immediately I was full. It was almost noon. I know she pictured me naked. Her lip-biting stare made me see her lips sliding on my Apollo with energetic, 20 year old gusto. But she was coy, waiting for me to speak.

“Let’s get outta here.”
“And then what’ll we do?”
“Just talk.”

Talk my buns. As soon as we got in I sought her lips. She didn’t want it. Soon I discovered, a kiss for her was for a loved one. I was not loved. I was a toy for her. She loved her husband more than me. Fair enough.

I pulled her blouse up and sucked her nips.

“No, I can’t do this.” Oh yes you can.

She now began to tussle my short hair. No resistance now when I undid her jeans and disrobed her, although I saw a hint of panic in her eyes. It was banished when I took everything off and my Apollo so handsomely erect.

“Oh my god, your cock!”

She sat as I knelt before her on the bed. Her hot, ticklish, wet, vibrating mouth woken me to afternoon delight. Man, she knows how to deepthroat. I felt for her labias, wet. I stopped her and did the Vibrating Frog Position.

“Oh my Tom!”

I slid Apollo into her Venus, her legs up and my legs folded under me, my heels erect, just like a frog, and so easily I pumped her for speeds like 150 mph. In no time she quaked and spasmed, her face a beauty of pleasure at being fucked secretly and efficiently. It was like that for two hours until I lied on my back and she aimed to make me come, in her mouth. She pushed my big head in her tight lips and sinewy tongue, I was watching her beautiful face enjoying me orally. I just let her, hands free. And then I blew, ounces of hot sperm. I told her not to swallow, but to just let it pour all over my Apollo. We slept, did an encore. She gave me 300 bucks.

Poetic Experience no. 1

{ October 1, 2007 @ 10:40 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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She wants it so badly
I unzipped my pants
Pulled down hers
And we had our mutual exchange
Just love sliding my tongue through her slit
While she blew my mind
Swallowing, enjoying the heat of my body through that length
She stopped as my cunnilingus brought her to orgasm
Sliding her manicured fingers through my shampooed hair
Not content, she knelt and proceeded with her oral fixation
Can’t fight it, the sweet sucking
Laid her down on the bed, her eyes wide at my solid prong
You can hang your jeans on it, so erect
Perfect for hitting the G-Spot
Unlike the fat snakes that do nothing but desensitize pussies
I sat as I worked, my head hitting her ceiling, so wet
She hard, still I fucked
She slapped me, begging me to stop
I didn’t, if you can’t handle your multiple orgasms don’t fuck
Finally, not wanting to sap her strength, I let go
She said thanks with a sigh
I have to work the next day, she, the kids
Not bad for a rainy night.

She Came as I Slide

{ August 18, 2007 @ 1:33 pm } · { Erotic Poetry, Poetry, Sex, Sexual Experience, love }
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I want to play
In the playground with no lights
So I placed myself in the slide
I made slippery for a faster down
She came!
While I was sliding fast
In her slide
The playground is hers
I did not stop sliding
Until she came and came!
With more food
So that after my sliding
We can eat together
In her playground
When all the kids are gone
To sleep while we both slide
Eating and sliding
Like we were kids again.

A Change in the Pace

{ July 28, 2007 @ 12:10 pm } · { Sex, Sexual Experience, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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Looking back to the early days of our marriage, I remember that my wife really wants to take it hard. I would ram my prod lancer into her with so much strength she virtually bounced from the bed 6 inches into the air. I pushed my cock right up the end of her vagina that she screamed with pleasure as her insides swallowed my manhood with gusto. And when she came, she slapped my ass like a jockey spurring her horse to gallop, I re-slammed my hips onto hers with such speed I think it’s not an exaggeration that I got the hummingbird’s flapping in mind when I did so.

After the first, my continuous momentum with provoke multiple orgasms in her, with her scratching my back, biting my neck, sucking hard at my ear, and leave my man-boobs smarting from her nails. I was always a great sight for a woman to derive pleasure from my manly moves. I take pride that I am indeed a great lover. My unique scimitar shaped cock always tapped at her G-spot just above the opening opposite the back curve of her vagina. My hips had always been bandy and flexible, which is very obvious in case you see me gyrating at the dance floor. Plus my correct breathing, my body becomes a virtual orgasm machine. Her moans of increasing pleasure are music to my ears.

Now, it’s different, after her first orgasm, she doesn’t slap my ass like a jockey’s. She takes hold of my love handles with her hands, and controls my thrust so that I moved like the waves of the oceans lapping at the shores of Boracay. I now make the sensuous slow dance of a male stripper. With just a few slow but surface to surface connections of my phallic head to her G-spot, her eyes flutter with ecstacy, and groans her oh-ohs all the more huskier. Now I don’t have to ride her like a locomotive, but just like the first speed of a rodeo machine. I could feel acutely the sliding of my good hard cock into her nethermouth, making me forgot the assholes of the world and just concentrating on the heaven she spreads out for me. I don’t say fuck when I fuck. I say, “You’re so good, Honey, oh this is soooooooooooo goooooooood!”

And since I work hard at the office, I don’t come in her in the weekdays, but in the weekends. That’s when I unload probably so much come compared to my ejaculations when we did it everyday. I could see my white semen overflowing after she enjoyed my hot come spill in her hot vagina which she likes so much, and I get turned on again when she lathers the smooth sperm all over her pussy. I get hard again and shoot my cock into her salivating vagina until I get limp and parked in her carwash.

Man, I’m such a good fucker.

Sweet Jealousy

{ July 22, 2007 @ 7:55 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, monogamy, sexual technique }
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Since I started working in the company, my wife showed changes in her treatment of me. This started when she saw the pictures I took of my office colleagues, included therein were some office hotties that could make a man drool, but for me, their physical sensuality had no effect on an oversexed man like me. But for wifey, I suspect they posed as a threat, in a manner of speaking.

Her reaction manifested in the most familiar territory we’ve been in and out for nine years: the bedroom. She has been overdoing herself, riding me hard, working me like a woman in a very fiery state of arousal. I don’t really mind her doing me like an experienced porn star, but, I’m a guy who is pretty easy to please really. Yeah, I go for the kinky stuff once in a while, but basically, I would want to do them on my woman, not the other way around. I’m not into S & M, but if ever I would delve in that world, I think I’ll take the M role. Dunno, it’s just how I am. I can go on an erection for hours without really thinking of coming for myself, because really, the fun ends when I cum. Sorry, I rambled, violating the rules of paragraph unity.

Going back to my wife, yes, I began to notice she was overdoing the act, that was already making me feel so much pleasure, I almost came sooner than I wanted, if I hadn’t pulled it out in time. She had been meeting my thrusts, she’s moaning really loud, and kissing me all over like I was ice cream. Again, this was all good, but I could really sense, deeply, that she was only doing this to keep me, and me not going for those hotties at the office. It hurt me a bit, because, for a sec, I thought she thought, mildly, I couldn’t be trusted not to thrust a hottie who happened to fancy my moustached red lips and dark, going-down-on-ya-sweetie eyes. So I thought, I have to assure her.

I couldn’t really discuss it with her, because I know, you know, you’re women too, she wouldn’t admit it, right? Fishing it out of her, my suspicion of her jealousy would just be like tackling blue fin tuna in the middle of the bay, with the fishing rod line screeching. Made me uncomfortable, too, trying to deny the nothing that was there. Am I making any sense? Well, what I did was, I sent her a text message, here it is, verbatim: “Babes, you need not worry about me at the office. The girls there don’t care about me like you do, and I don’t care about them like I do for you. You don’t need to do much to please me. Don’t worry, I won’t spend a single cent on them.” This may sound a little obnoxious, but of course, affairs usually involve cents, and more, so, this was like a self-ultimatum to prevent complications in the future. Here’s her reply: “I trust you, Babes (Whew, a sigh of relief from me.), but I can’t avoid feeling jealous of them (Aha! Told you, my hunch was correct.), it just is natural for me to feel. But I trust you (read: Don’t make a wrong move or you won’t see your kids ever.).

So, all I can say, is, in relationships, anticipation is very valuable, especially in sensing your partner’s unsaid obviousness. It pays to pre-empt a problem, although that too, involves emotional risks.

As for her going back to her usual lying down on her back and me humping her soft creamy white spread legs and sinking my ever-reliable hard-head into her heavenly wet-hot red panty lips, I’m set on to discover that tonight. See yah.

Latest Scoop

{ July 2, 2007 @ 8:44 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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Last night was great.

I guess, I can never get enough of Wifey, she’s getting better the more we grow older. Her face looks younger every after she comes, her lips redder with every taste of me, and her pussy ever getting hotter and tighter like a virgin’s.

Since I reserve my mojo for five working days, I now work at an office, with high pay (I deserve it!), and got plenty of money making plans in the works, I am charming, handsome, and sexually gifted after all, and the women, they sense it.

Saturday, geez, she oral checked my Apollo like for hours, getting me to thinking, where didya get your oral craving this time? Is it the chocolate that I bring after work? Dark chocolate that melts in her mouth? Her lips are so slippery and smooth, I swear I’d come in her if I didn’t know she doesn’t want it. Then the sudden tightening that had me forgetting who I am, oooh! I came just seconds inside her, but she forgave me with a mouth caress.

Sunday, I made up. We did a sixty nine because I want to taste pussy so much. When she came, she sucked so fast I had to pull out or it’s gooey time. Her pussy tasted so good, next weekend, gotta have more.

Then, I entered her backstyle, man, she’s tight! Her moans reverberated in her house (she owns it, not me), and I fucked like a rotor whenever she screams “I’m coming! I’m coming!”, sweet Mary, nine years we make love, and her voice always sounded like the first night. For like two hours, I worked her ass, she on her knees at times, then on her elbows. Soft feminine form accepting my hardness, yes!

She laid on her back, obviously exhausted from her multiple orgasms, I pushed, whew, what a rush, then pumping like 100 mph! My Apollo easily bumping the inner end of heaven. Her vaginal lips clasped my girth so tight and smoothly, I was sure, five days worth of hot man fluid would fill her fulltank.

So I did, and with a force so strong it weakened me. Not really that much. I sat above her closed eyes as she felt me and my lava swimming inside her, scalding and reviving her hot womanhood like Venus incarnate. I watched as she mashed her breasts while I still was snug in her furry resort. Then I collapsed beside her, numbed of thought and slept dreamless.

I woke up to hot eggs, herbal milk mix, and fried rice and some sweet meats, while she hummed, preparing my clothes, in her nighties. Got a hard on that instant, just wanna ram her backstyle on the side of the bed. But there’s work…need energy for work.

I don’t really feel so good about Mondays…

The Ride

{ June 21, 2007 @ 9:37 am } · { Erotic Poetry, Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, sexual technique }
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I need to ride
As fast as I can
Your round butt’s fine
I slide through your wine.

Faster I ride
STeady you go
GRabbing at the carpet
Knees rubbed red.

It’s coming in and out
Your tongue and call
In and out my breath
Hot on your neck.

Sister’s looking
Rubbing pink nipples
Through the window saw
Me riding her sister so good.

Sister’s at the finish line
The other wet outside
I burst in my ride
She came with pride.

Sister cannot hide
Feeling hot inside
Didn’t take long
She also I ride.

Hard and Soft

{ June 12, 2007 @ 11:09 am } · { Erotic Poetry, Poetry, Sex, Sexual Experience, love }
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The reason I am hard
And your insides soft
So that when I drive it hard
In you the feeling’s soft

Softening my hardness
Into a softness
For your hardcore
Soft sensuality

Hardened by your soft
Yearning for hard
Embrace against soft attention
Of a hard heartred crowd

Softly I harden
To your soft fluid
Current of hard lightning
Softening my nerves

So hard I soften
Your hard licked soft
Softly through this hard
We are now hard and soft.

Blog Entry? I Don’t Care If You Write About Me As Long As You Do It Me Like You’re Supposed To

{ June 11, 2007 @ 10:41 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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Well, this is a wee bit embarrassing to say here but his is just what my Wife actually said to me last June 3 evening. She even thinks it’s a bit kinky, that others knew how she is being pleasured, the mere thought of being read makes her wet.

Anyway, before my Wife said that, she was actually totally out of the mating loop. So what I did was, to answered the question, “What’s in a Kiss?” an erogenous zone closest to the brain gotta to have some clout. Hovering over her body like a bat, I sucked on her red lower lip. Then I tapped my wet tongue on it inside my mouth with vibrating speed. That somehow electrified her because when she woke, her eyes were very wide. That’s when she just let me while shhe stroked her hands all over my torso, her smooth silver nighties and undies cool to my skin and hard shaft, dry bumping her with a mind of its own.

“This is going to be my blog entry”, I teased.
“What? You write ‘us’ on a blog entry? Oh, cool. I don’t care, as long as you fuck me good like you’re supposed to, my good fucker”, her voice was husky but deadly.

I had a new sex style in mind for her. Right now she did not want me licking her cunt, her favorite first course. She wanted my cock in ASAP. I placed my mouth inches from my ole pacifier with pubes, spat a wad of hot viscous saliva on my Venus slide, spreading it on the lips with a deft finger. She made purring sounds. Then I opened her legs, raised them, the backs resting on my shoulders., while I sat before my wife’s pussy. I massaged her organ with my Apollo Boneapart, hand held.
“Ooh, hot cock!” She snarled like an Amazon leopard.

In he goes. Wet hot electric chocolatey carbonated rave pop hit sensations transmitted from my pole hard organ to my intellectual brain. By Sitzfuckieg I could see my wife’s different facial and bodily reactions to my regular faithful thrusts. The lioness’ stare while touching my swinging navel. The face turning right and left with the contractions of the first orgasm. Eyes closing and neck showing as I squeeze her boobs while I fuck. Her fingernails biting my elbow with multiple O number 10. her pounding my chest as I dive into her faster than a locomotive. This didn’t tire me at all since all movement was on my hips only, with an occasional adjustment of weight with arms and hands.

Without placing weight on her, her feeling of my Apollo zooming in her body monopolized all sensation. Both of us had the freedom of motion and from gravity.

Her insides got tighter and tighter with the 30th O (She told me before sometimes there were so many she lost count.). Now, my pleasure of her, the sight of her lust unchained and possessing became unbearable. Sweat poured from her legs pointed to heaven. She slapped my horseracing ass, echoing in the voyeur night.
“Ooh, babes, I’m gonna come.”
“Go on, HFL, you fucker. Want that cum, all of it.”
“Oh oh oh aaaaaahhhhhhh aahh ahh ah”, I hoped my roans didn’t wake the children, or her mom, especially not her.

I leaned on my hands above her half-closed eyes and lip-licking tongue. It took a while. My warm sperm filled hher up good. I just stayed like that, watching sup it up and my Apollo snug inside her.

After her reverie, an eyebrow told me to pull out.
“Ooh!” That’s everytime I pulled it out. Our naked bodies exchanged electric warmth in the cold night air.

Inquistition of Licuntus Amorlongus for Crimes Against Chastity

{ June 9, 2007 @ 10:41 am } · { Essay, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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I, Licuntus, shall contest the allegations hurled against me by the moral but hypocritical authorities, these so-called guardians of feminine virtue and gallantry. I shall answer point by point their incriminatory questions in the name of the common good and societal modesty.

How dareth they wrong and debase my professorship of attaining sexual satisfaction and my advocacy for loyalty between husband and wife as these wolves in sheeps’ clothing unconscionably invaded my private quarters without a warrant. How they vilifieth and burneth my books and letters in the public square and interrogated my apprentices in irons! Hath they the gall to muzzle the freedom of speech so as to maintain the freedom of speech so as to maintain the status quo of sexual ignorance, hence continued negligence of our most significant other?

The gallant and most chivalrous pastor Master Bathi Ambidexterus brandeth me the purveyor of licentiousness and moral depravity. My brother scholar, what art more debauch than the public display of violence in Shakespeares’ play, where Caesar was stabbed in the back by big men? And Caesar saying, “Et tu, Brute?” If thou art sincere in thy moral guardianship, I dare thee to chain the doors of the brothel of Madame Pimperella, where amongst the patrons is a doddering old man that lookst like thee.

The local magistrate, the most eligible senior bachelor, the very virile Chasegerli Tryahardi, dubbeth my teachings as not baseth on scholarly study, that my methods art fit for the effeminate as they hath no efficacy whatsoever.

On the first part of thy diatribe, Machisimo, I so verily totally agree! No, indeed no. Mine intimate knowledge cometh not from books and bespectacled mentors, from churchmen, or from institutions. They cometh exclusively from my sensitivity and wealth of experience. If experience art never the best mentor for thee, it surpriseth me not thou hast never known what thy Lady Marmalade, thy wife for many years, desireth, but that I hath copiously filleth in thy absence. Thou forgive her though as she hath patience plenty for thy ineptitude.

As for the second part of thy insult, I hold as my witness 50 women and 101 men who hath receiveth and applieth my sexual strategies and shall testify to their sexual fulfillment.

The other detractors, I found thee beneath my notice to merit a counter.

My rationale for mine instruction of the younger generation, is that I believeth the task hath been placeth in mine hands to pass on my knowledge lest it perish in choking conservatism and self-assured complacency.

Sex for mine advanced age art a bonus, a parting gift, however for the young, my apprentices and their ladies, to them, like any human capability or skill, sex must be placeth under scrutiny and be perfecteth, even if only partly, for I too acknowledge human finiteness.

Despite of what thy sayeth to the contrary, I shall enlighten my apprentices with my expertise.

Licuntus Amorlongus

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