DEBAUCHERY UPDATE #2

SO as I mentioned in my post titled POST-DIVORCE DEBAUCHERY I was inspired by a member on AdultFriendFinder with her post called "what a year!" to note my new, sexy and fun accomplishments of the past four years since my divorce. My friend likes to say I have PDD syndrome..

Ok, the hits just keep on cumming. For someone who basically flirts like the dickens (dick-ends?) but is not an instigator, I am somehow having more fun than I would have ever expected at the ripe old age of 52.

I had also mentioned that I'd hoped it would be a continuously evolving list...so here's the new stuff...

Here's a bit of an update since the last checklist of all of the sexy new experiences I've lucked into since my splitting with the ex-wife in 2003...

* Though I'd previously enjoyed anal toys applied by my partners, I'd longed to be fucked in the ass by a woman wearing a strap-on. Cross another off the list. It was quite amazing, I might add. Miss Mary rises to the occasion...

* Had my 2nd threesome with those same two women (3rd overall). A wonderful experience. I was in a more frequently voyeuristic position this time with less attention foisted on me and found I enjoyed it just as much as the previous occasion, especially since this occurrence was unplanned and spontaneous.

* Had a stunning marathon session with my exploratory partner and her live-in lesbian lover that lasted 18 hours (threesome #4). It was a marathon in four basic stages...I watched them for a couple of hours and then being pulled into a beautiful group grope with minimum physical involvement from me. Then I dominated EXP for an hour or more with her girl adding instruction from across the room via hand signals tying, flogging, spanking, debasing her while her girlfriend watched from various places in the room, eventually giving me hand signals as to what she wanted to see including making Exp come with my hands and forcing her to suck my cock. I was sub/dom at the same time. Kind of a switch's dream. EXP's gal then dominated me for a long while. She sat on my back, me face down in the long, white faux rug. She scraped her nails deeply and slowly up the back of my legs, spanked my ass with a leather paddle and strap, flogged my back and pushed her thumb's into pressure points behind my knees until I thought I was going to pass out while EXP watched, turned on from the couch. After a short break, I watched EXP fuck her girl with a strap-on and then they both gave much attention to me. In between all of these times were various grope-a-thons between us all.

* Had my cock sucked in suck-session by two women. One of whom hadn't sucked a cock in four years (full-time lesbian) and hadn't lost a thing, I might add.

* Had a session where I was dominated, spanked, flogged, had the pressure points on the back of my knees prodded, fingernails run hard up the back of my legs and back, and a hot wax/ice water routine by a woman of some experience while my EXP watched.

* began two interesting friendships which two amazing women, one a pen pal, who has joined me in fantasy writing back and forth and who I had my first chat sex with. Steamy, imaginative woman. This has developed into a full-fledged Internet romance with much possibility in the wings...I would like to introduce her to her first sex with another woman which is at top of her list...hmmm

* ate E for the first time and spent nearly three hours playing naked in the back of a Sequoia parked in a quite hotel parking lot. This was in the middle of a long weekend of tequila fueled debauchery and the best wedding reception ever.

* joined a Poly Party Group which I am excited to become active in. It is Philly based but looking for one out West. My embrace of my Poly lifestyle is being aided and abetted by my wondrous partners (x3) and an amazing new woman who has been in the lifestyle "officially" for 4 years with her equally loving and supportive hubby. Her stories and example from her life are truly overflowing with love and so incredibly inspiring. Sounds like we shall be playing together soon...I feel it comin' on...

* I had a wondrous 26 hour first date with an incredible woman named Christmas who said she had a "new trick", Ah, my first "squirter" (Sorry, Miss Mary. You can punish me later for using the word). I was quite impressed (and quite drenched). Between her talents and my increasing ability to utilize the Taoist "ingasm" techniques we were virtually a non-stop orgasm factory for a wonderful day. Wow. During the date we also got a call from my EXP who we put on speaker phone for a bit...we should have warned her so she could've cleared her schedule...lol...obviously, Christmas comes quite a bit more than once a year.

* Found myself being approached fairly regularly by very sexy, open-minded women whose only real similarity is that they are all in relationships that are tenuous based in some large part on the fact that their partners have become or have long been relatively asexual (not interested in sex). The women seem very attracted by the polyamorous nature of my life and also by the honesty, openness and non-agenda based sexiness they claim to see in me. I am sort of learning to understand this and I ain't complaining. I don't want to be a "player" but am looking for quality open-minded partners, and would love to have a handful of loving partners to bring into my existing circle. Not about quantity but quality. It's truly all about bring MORE love and compassion and understanding to each others lives and sharing the resulting fulfillment with the other people you love. Pretty enlightened concept though lots of work and hard to do successfully but I have been lucky and seem to be meeting the right, drama-less folks. Don't want to break up marriages or facilitate discord but I am comfortable that with right intent and loving empathy and communication that this can be good for all involved. Lecture over. Hahaha.

INGASMS

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NOTHING IS EASY, NOT EVEN ME

So no one said this polyamorous life would be easy. Then again, I'm not looking for easy. I'm looking for resonant, complex, tactile, varied, committed, honest, loving, creative, persevering, inspiring love. And so perhaps, having come to the conclusion that as a man of fairly advanced years (I'm 53), with a finite amount of time left on this earthly plain, I find it fairly incredulous to believe that if I haven't found my "soul-mate", true-love, one and only, by now that this may really be a possibility to stumble across a person that personifies all the dreamed of perfection and none of the difficult realities. Well, my dream girl or dream boy may not be lying in waiting. Maybe the lesson I am slowly learning is that the real living people in my life, with their uniqueness, their imperfections, their individual gloriousness, the way their eyes and touches and opinions reflect who I am, how we are different and similar all at once and how much it means to have such people in my life, is what is really the most important thing I seek.

DOUBLE WHAMMY

If a picture is worth a thousand words...how much is a video worth that leaves you speechless? And I'm not generally a boob man...

I was unable to embed this but you just might want to check this URL out...it just may be good for what ails ya! And use of the the full screen option is strongly advised.

http://movies.gigantits.com/video13215/super_busty_girl_masturbating_huge_tits


EDITOR'S NOTE: Unfortunately as of August 2012, this link has been deleted. But I will leave this post up and keep trying to find another place where the aforementioned clip can be found for it is worth the wait!!!

NEVER ENDING part 1

She writes:

April 3 at 12:40am

(add to the story, then pass it back to me, I'll add to it, I'll send it back to you, lets see how far we can go with it)

I‘m standing in front of the kitchen sink, looking out the window watching the rain hit the handrails on the deck when you walk into the room. The juice from the orange I’m eating is running down my fingers and onto the kitchen counter. I can hear you walking towards me but I don’t turn around, I know you are coming for me.

I can feel your breath on my shoulder as you gather my hair into your hand moving it aside while you bend down to nuzzled the curve of my neck. My skins scent is of almonds from the soap I used when we showered earlier. Your warm lips on my neck, kissing and sucking my flesh into your mouth as you press yourself up against me. I lean my head back onto your chest as you wrap your arm up and around my body, cupping my right breast in your hand. You can feel thru the fabric of my blouse the well defined nipple, hard and waiting. You take hold of my breast, messaging, pinching, and pulling it just like you know how I like it.

I can feel your hardness thru the sarong you have wrapped around your hips, your cock rubbing against my back. You take both your hands and move them under my top, lifting the shirt off over my head. You turn me around; I’m facing you, your hands on my back pulling me into you as your mouth covers my waiting mouth. I taste of sweet oranges, our lips are connected, our tongues are tangled into each other, sucking on each others lips. Your hands are rubbing my back; you grab my hair to pull my head back as you reach your mouth down to suck on my breasts.

There we stand completely lost in each other as the rain is pouring down outside, wearing nothing but sarongs tied around our hips. Lightening, thundering, the lights flicker but we don’t notice.

My breasts fit nicely in your hands, you take hold of them as I pinch and bite your hard nipples, sucking and pulling with my tongue and teeth. You flinch with pleasurable pain but I don’t stop. My hands go down and under the material covering your ass and I take hold of your sweet checks, messaging as my fingers rub closer to your opening, your skin feeling so soft, I touch every inch of your ass, then up your back, messaging your skin with my nails.

You lift me up onto the counter ….

He writes:

April 4 at 11:18am
you look disappointed as I back slowly away, out of your grasp...I want to look at you, sitting up there, anxious, waiting. You reach your right hand down between your legs. Spreading your lips and plucking at your hard clit like a mandolin and I hear your soft moaning as your eyes catch my cock poke its way from the folds of the sarong around my waist. It visibly jumps in the air, throbbing at the sight of you.

My hand reaches down and I feel the steamy heat in my palm, squeezing hard, knowing you will soon envelope me. I slowly move toward you. Just as I am within arms length you reach up and slip your moist fingers into my mouth. I taste your sweetness and feel your legs wrapping around my waist, pulling my towering excitement towards you. Our lips meet almost violently, a hard deep kiss and your breasts push against my chest.

"I want you inside me," you pant, gasping for air.

"Do you always get what you want?" You laugh at my smart-ass comment and with both hands on my chest you push me away.

I jump back at you, my mouth roughly at your neck, down your shoulder between your breasts. I get a fleeting taste of sticky sweetness where the orange juice had dripped down between your full breasts. Hard teeth press against soft nipples, little bites, nibbling, teasing, quickly moving down your stomach until my mouth engulfs your warm, soaked crotch. You slide out towards the edge of the counter giving me a better angle and I lap at you like a hungry beast. I taste your excitement, feel you pushing yourself towards my forceful, probing tongue. I explore you inside and out never staying too long in any one spot. Teasing you, finding my way towards your sweet essence. I softly glide the tip of my nose up and over you, my tongue following it's lead. I kiss you like I do your mouth, passionate, deeply wanting desperately to feel your shuddering pleasure against my face. Your fingers now entwined in my hair, I can hear your soft moans and rapid breathing and as your legs pull tightly in over my broad shoulders, i circle and suck at you wanting to feel your first swelling shivers against my sly smile.

She writes:

April 7 at 12:36am
please don’t stop… don’t stop now …. oh god …. you’ve got it….

My breathing is getting deeper, my pulse starts racing, I’m shuttering. I pull you closer. You take a firm hold of my clit with your mouth, sucking and flicking your tongue over and around it, you feel the deep waves of contractions sweep over my body. I arch my back to pull you into me closer wanting more. Don’t stop yet.

My body slowly starts to relax, you give me a few soft kisses before releasing my still pulsing vagina. You come up to find my mouth anxiously waiting for you. You kiss me deep, I can taste my sweet essence on your lips. You lift me off the counter while we’re still entwined in each other, your rock hard rocket reaching for the opening between my legs. As you ravage me with your kisses your cock is now between my wet thighs as I tighten my muscles and message your throbbing member with my legs. I’m holding you tight, you can’t move, I grab a hold of your ass and move your hips closer to mine then back again so your wet cock slides back and forth between my legs.

I reach down to take a firm hold of your penis with my hand. Stroking you slowly as I lead you into the other room, the fire in the fireplace is nice & warm even though it’s really not that cold outside but since we are almost naked it feels good on our skin. You reach for your drink and after taking a sip you place it up to my lips for me to drink. All the while I’m still holding your cock in my hand.

We lay down on the quilts and pillows that are on the floor, you kneel on top of me. I pour massage oil between my breasts, pushing them together you slide your cock into the warm, smooth, damp, enveloping tunnel. As you pump your way between my tits, I’m able to stroke my nipples as I hold my breasts tight together. I give your head quick licks & kisses as your penis emerges with each stroke at the top of my cleavage. You move slowly, your eyes are closed, your back arched, I can hear the first small moans. I take hold of your cock, stroking you up & down. I cover you with long strokes, short strokes, and little circles over the tip. As you get more excited I stroke more deeply with both hands, it’s all you can do to stay still at this point.

I don’t want you to cum too quickly even though it’s early in the day & we have all the time in the world for each of us to have multiple orgasms, I decided it was ok for you to cum. After only a few more seconds of stimulation, you’re close to climax. You sigh and moan, your cock throbs and swells and with one hard thrust into my breasts you cum all over my shoulders & neck.

We lay in each others arms as we lightly touch each others moist skin. We need time to catch our breath, after all the day is still young.

She writes:

April 15 at 12:10am

Time is ticking by as we lay on the quilts by the nice warm fire. My throat is feeling a little parched, I leave your arms to pour myself something to drink. It’s cool as the liquid flows down my throat. As I return, you’re gone …. Hmmm ….. walking through the house I find you sitting in front of your laptop, shirt back on, you glance up, without a smile, then you go back to the screen, typing very intently. I’ve placed my glass in front of you, you take a drink and tell me that there are a few things you need to take care of. OK ….. I leave you, I give you privacy, to finish up whatever seems to be so important. I walk around the house looking thru all the books lining the shelves, some delightful reading here, I take a book entitled “There Are No Accidents” off the shelf and thumb thru it, interesting, I must read this one day. I walk farther into another room where there are photographs of family and friends, but who’s … cute.

I look back into the room where you sit, you’re so absorbed in what ever it is that you’re doing that you don’t even notice that I’m there. I guess I’ll go clean up a bit; I put my shirt back on and go into the bathroom to wash up a little. Looking in the mirror, I’m starting to wonder what’s happened, where did I lose him? Interest is gone. I thought we were really connecting earlier this morning and thought we’d be spending the rest of the day and maybe into tomorrow fucking and sucking and just getting to know one another. I wonder what it was, was I not good enough, maybe he wanted me to suck his dick or to let him inside of me right away, instead of just playing with him. But I wasn’t ready to stop; in fact I was just getting warmed up. Now what do I do, do I wait for him? …. Maybe he’s just not that into me. Maybe I better leave and give him his space. OK …. I think maybe he’s trying to tell me something …… I’ll take the hint and leave….. hours have passed now since I felt so warm and secure in his arms.

I look back at you, one last time as I reach for the door…..

I will remember this, this one glorious morning, the connection we made, knowing that it could have been an intensely spiritual experience (for me at least), I don’t want to always wonder what went wrong, how did I scare him away but I will, that’s just me? It's nice to feel wanted even if it’s not real, just imaginary … For a long time to come and many years from now I’ll look back and wonder, was this real? Or maybe it was all just a decadent dream.

He writes:

April 15 at 1:08am
I'm lost in the weird sensation I am feeling. Sitting alone in the corner where I can look at the window into the midst of the pine grove, I'm briefly distracted by a slight movement of the branches in the wind. It reminds me of the first time I saw your sarong slide to the ground as if in slow motion. I've been sitting there words flowing fast and freely onto the screen. Trying to capture the radiance of the past few hours on the page before the taste of your flesh fades from my tongue.

The moments so transcendent that I must lurch for the laptop, my all consuming desire to capture the memory of these iridescent few hours before they are colored and shaped by memory into something to be repeated but something somehow less vibrant and real. I re-read my words and am disappointed in my inability to translate your incandescent beauty, the dark corners of the room as they watched us press hard and moist against each other, unable to somehow describe the sheer timelessness that I felt as my mouth graced yous for the first time, how the hours between our first glancing touches of the morning, our rapturous embrace in the kitchen and the ecstasy of staring into your eyes as you massaged warm torrents of my essence from between your breasts as I felt screaming vibrations of warmth match my pulsing exclamation and shoot up my spine. I couldn't find words powerful enough, deeply moving enough to match the topsy-turvy fire drill going on in my heart.

Turning, I heard the front door squeak and saw your silhouette pass through the late morning sunlight as it pours in around you, warming you in the morning chill. Giving up realizing that it was hopeless to try and recreate what had seemed such fleeting perfection, I walk out behind you to find you wrapped in a big, soft harvest colored throw on the bench swing. You was staring out into the trees, didn't seem to notice I was there. I leaned against the railing opposite you, just staring at the golden light frosting your huge expanse of hair. Your left foot poked out from the edge of the blanket and the sight of your skin, the passive beauty of your wet eyes glistening in the sun, found my lengthening rod warming my leg beneath the still damp sarong. You turned to see me pull aside the silk fabric and take my hot pole into my fist.

You giggled and began to get up.

"Stay there. I want to look at you, before I wake from this dream."

You turned my way slightly and the blanket dropped slowly from your shoulders. You reached a hand up underneath and I watched your eyes focus on my engorged manhood. You pulled your legs up onto the edge of the swing and I watched your damp fingers catch glimmers of sunlight. You tilted your head back and in that quick moment I moved across the porch to you and leaned over kissing your shoulder where I could still taste my salty sweetness. You jumped a little and laughed quietly.

I grabbed the front edge of the swing pulling it towards me and without a word you reached down and with your damp fingers pulled my steaming cock into you. Your hands reached back grasping the chains the held the swing in midair, I pulled you back and forth towards me filling you until in a final deep plunge you grabbed hold around my waist with you legs and I felt you tight muscles convulse around my hardness, your breasts bouncing as you came in long, full body shivers, sweating in spite of the goosebumps of the morning breeze.

I let go of the swing and back-off a step just as I shot another gush into the air across the porch, my dick sparkling with your juices. You lept off the swing the blanket dropping into the mess on the painted wooden deck and fell into my arms.

Your head against my chest, I felt your breath on my neck and the warm tears slowly find their way through my matted hair.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes, what?"

"I am real. You and I. We're not dreaming."

She writes:

April 28 at 8:58am
The rain has stopped, the flood of sun coming down through the trees has left tiny crystals of water on the grasses and leaves, with rainbows everywhere.

You take my hand and lead me to the hot tub; you jump in as I ease myself into the steamy water, actually quite refreshing. You’re sitting on one side of the tub while I’m sitting on the other, we can’t stop looking at each other, with shy little smiles. I swim over to you, I’m between your legs, lifting you up so you’re floating on your back, your head resting on the edge of the tub. I take your cock into my mouth, slowly easing you in while my tongue runs over the tip and down the sides, while sucking you in ever so lightly. You start to relax and getting yourself ready we hear the door close and footsteps coming toward us, we both look into the direction of the sound, I look over and see your face with the knowing smile……

He writes:

June 19 at 5:55am
...I really wasn't sure when she'd show up. All I knew was that Mary had been anxious to meet you and I had waited months for the two of you to meet for the first time.

I should have felt more trepidation but somehow I knew that the two of you would get along right away. The fact that you both knew exactly how to push my buttons and though your personalities, voices, breasts, skin, giggles were all very different you both came from a place of comfort and confidence laced with insecurity, a place where you both seemed inherently comfortable trusting me and that turned me on more than any single other thing. That you both cared for me and somehow felt that I wouldn't put you in any situation you weren't comfortable with, would never put my own pleasure before yours unless it was your desire to do so. I felt enveloped by love and caring and could feel the sexual temperature rise even before I saw her standing in the doorway. She walked across the porch and giggled, "Ooh you two look so good sitting there all wet and smiling." She pulled off her black boots and walked into the tub, fully clothed in her fishnet body suit, short black skirt and tight fitting white t-shirt, provocatively ripped in places like her idol Patti Smith and like Patti, her incredible breasts just hinted at from inside the loose fabric. She walked down the steps put her hand in my hair and pulled my face up to hers, kissing me hard on the mouth, my hands slid up the back of her leg grabbing a handful of her beautiful ass for just a moment before she turned and straddled your naked lap.

Her arms wrapped around your neck and she slowly, without a word, pulled her mouth towards yours and slowly, delicately put her soft lips to yours, slowly probing your mouth, pulling away, looking into your eyes, wordless, coming in again for a long kiss, making her way to your right ear and whispering, "You are even more beautiful than I imagined." Your hands slide up the back of her legs, pulling her body closer towards you.

I know she is not good in the heat. She has a tendency to pass out in hot tubs especially when she's excited here in the high altitudes. I stand up behind her, my cock pointing straight out, a divining rod towards the two of you, the wild objects of my desire...I put my arm around her neck, in a mock choke hold pulling her back and her legs wrap around your back as you lean forward towards her, not wanting to lose contact with her passion...she is laid out, flat on the water held tilted back in full submission to my strong, forceful, slow and consistent pressure. I reach down and tear her t-shirt open in front of your, her beautiful, pale white breasts and rich pink nipples bob in the water and you reach out pulling them back toward your open mouth.

But I pull her away from you brusquely and pull her up the steps, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. I motion to you with my finger to come and you rise from the warm water, steam billowing off of your brown body, a vision from the water. She is still, purring, loving the forcefulness, the submission to my strength and sense of purpose. With my free hand I take you by the hair and pull your lips to mine for a deep kiss. You bite my lower lip, holding on with your teeth looking into my eyes, ready to play. I pull your head back and whisper for you to take me by the cock and lead me upstairs. "First tonight, Mary and I will be at your command for the next hour. You are who we desire to please." Mary bites down on the back of my arm that is wrapped around her at these words, still purring softly, without realizing it.

You spin around us, all of us dripping wet, and you grab my cock, stiff in the cooling air and hot to the touch in the palm of your hand, and lead us in through the back door, slowly towards the stairway...

A COLLECTION OF EARLY SHORT POEMS ON LUST & LONGING

for Charlene...



MEMORY

Instead, I’ll feel your breath on my chest
And like a blindman
Memorize every line.

-- Ocean Beach, 1979



ACCOMPLICE

Love your neck, nipples, mouth on rising.
Roaming inclines suspended.

-- La Mesa, 1980



FLEETING GLIMPSE

Wounded wheels
Cut the night long.

Dilapidated taxi’s mirrored eyes –
I fantasize you there
My fingers warm
Exciting you.

$19 this side of poor
I touch myself
Dreaming of your skin in my mouth
And I pull my hair
The way that you do.

--San Diego, 1980



OPEN WINDOW

I dampen her
sleeping body, watching it dry
and the blood flows on beneath her skin.

-- Ocean Beach, late 70s

AFTERGLOW

Not the whirrrr of leaves and branches
But the kind of sound kids make with their lips
To overdramatize wind.
Sounds like people rolling over and over
On clean sheets.

-- San Diego 1979

ONCE IN A BLUE MOON SPECIALS AT EVERYDAY LOW PRICES

Glistening leaves fall from her
Snowflakes my beard. Some not-so-mirage
Trembles under her skin. The taste of her pleasure
Brings us together. I dress hurridly to stand in line
Behind 3 pre-law students trying to beat the bar.
(in the aisles I felt her stickiness, her breath, her quivering
on my face. Standing in front of the bread I wanted to rip open
a loaf of “Regular Wonder”, sponge my face
gulp it down, sending her deep into me...)
a woman glides in for yogurt
dressed to kill, long legs and fine form
slipped into a dress that turns the eyes of shoppers,
boxboys, needles, potatoes and hurricanes
trapped in Drano bottles. I smile at the hour-old sweat
drying on my legs and the lacy sounds of movements echoing on my tongue.
(a block away sits a warmth that beats this walking pulse to death,
a touch that withers this flowered breast, a smile that screams, “More”)

-- Ocean Beach, 1979

THE RACK

Her pink nipples an inquisition to bear
harsh light of her porcelain flesh blinding
Soft underbelly midriff terror
Rosebud Pavlovian lie detector
Nightmare vision of never again, there against my beating heart
Waking, sweat drenched fear of not seeing her eyes smile into mine…
Sheer torture.

~ for Charlene, s. rockfield, sometime 2000

SMELL THE COFFEE

night's cloudy veil falls away in slow motion
the silent, gentle rocking wakes me from a dash of fitful sleep
my starchy eyes find myself alone
with the sound of filtered air
the checkered past of yesterday
miles behind us
the glorious hopes of today
not yet jaded by the reality of tomorrow.

it's now when the world decides
to catch its breath.
(man lights cigarette on dim empty platform
awaiting the 5:40 to Penn Station;
boy bicycles in BIG circles
in the middle of the wide street
testing the fragile balance in this morning's bag of newspapers)
and I wake up dizzy with dream :
your nakedness astride me on this train
my hands on the ellipsis of your familiar
ass, pumping the electricity, the fear,
the kinetic, frenetic jazz energy
of New York City into your anxious body
and the world's eyes are slits
aching with the Jesus beams of dawn's mumbled joke.
I can almost see alarm clocks shaking off their night stands
as lights go on in the upstairs windows
up and down these racing blocks
of empty streets...
...smell the coffee.

II.

people dressed for the day
smelling of shampoo and make-up;
the zip/pout snore emanating from 2 rows behind
another reveler fearlessly trying to make up for last night's excesses.
my eyes snap shut and open and shut
my neck does the Zapruder dance
my instant dreaming of your eyes
perpetuates my last waking thought:
that I should pull out my warm self
tracing a smile upon your imaginary lips with my essence
as the sun splashes the air with morning
pulling itself kicking and scratching
through the blanket of New Jersey fog
a high beam in a white-out blizzard
somewhere between Trenton and home.

- written at dawn for Charlene, new jersey on the train
July 2, 1996