Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Saturday, June 11, 2011
SMALL INSTRUCTIONS #5
As punishment for your not having read my previous message as of yet, tonight you will be forced to your knees, and as I take out my cock and stroke it in front of you, I may decide not to allow you to taste my warm tumescence. You must beg me for it with your eyes and if you aren't convincing enough I will punish you as I see fit. When I am through bringing you the pain that makes your body quiver with excitement, that hardens my stiffening wand to bursting, you will be requested to slowly ease your hand up my waiting ass. I want to feel your tiny hand inside me slowly coaxing my shivering body to respond. You will jerk and suck my cock down your waiting throat and when I am through having my pleasure satisfied you will receive a tender, deserved spanking until your tears are no longer yours but mine alone. Tonight, you are here for my pleasure. You will remember how you serve me and every day while I am gone, you will accept that your service will be missed and that when we next see each other all of our smoldering desire for each other will flow through us igniting the passion longed for over the miles.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
SMALL INSTRUCTIONS #4
Hello my little slut,
Future plans: You will meet me fresh from shower using sandalwood soap. I want every inch of you smelling of this. You will wear expendable clothes and bring along something to wear home. Sexy panties a must. Clothes that can be cut or torn off of you and taken as shredded souvenirs as I desire.
You will call me only Sir, or mister. "No" will mean "yes." I will take you as I please and I want some resistance verbally and physically but I would like to see you cower as you did in my loving room the first time. When I am with you I am in a space of surety entwined with ecstatic suffering as your pain brings me a pain drenched with love and trust. Your trust empowers me.
When you left on Sunday, I stayed up for four hours fantasizing about so many filthy things I want to put you through. I will teach you to hurt me as well. A wonderful start we had. I long to call you from California and tell you all of these filthy things while you get yourself off. I yearn to find a young man anxious for you who will be tied and blindfolded and listen to me slap and chastise you. Who will listen to me fuck your ass, slap your thighs, hear you crying.
And while you are restrained and spanked into a trance, I will slowly pinch and kiss and provoke his anxious skin, pull his hair and suck his cock as you watch us, torturing him with enticing words and thoughts of his filling you with hard, thick cock. But before he is allowed to violate you, he must first make slow deliberate love to me, following your every wish.
Finally, we will both fill you with our warm fullness and splash our excitement across you beautiful face.
In the meantime, you are mine slutty plaything and I am your dastardly puppet.
Future plans: You will meet me fresh from shower using sandalwood soap. I want every inch of you smelling of this. You will wear expendable clothes and bring along something to wear home. Sexy panties a must. Clothes that can be cut or torn off of you and taken as shredded souvenirs as I desire.
You will call me only Sir, or mister. "No" will mean "yes." I will take you as I please and I want some resistance verbally and physically but I would like to see you cower as you did in my loving room the first time. When I am with you I am in a space of surety entwined with ecstatic suffering as your pain brings me a pain drenched with love and trust. Your trust empowers me.
When you left on Sunday, I stayed up for four hours fantasizing about so many filthy things I want to put you through. I will teach you to hurt me as well. A wonderful start we had. I long to call you from California and tell you all of these filthy things while you get yourself off. I yearn to find a young man anxious for you who will be tied and blindfolded and listen to me slap and chastise you. Who will listen to me fuck your ass, slap your thighs, hear you crying.
And while you are restrained and spanked into a trance, I will slowly pinch and kiss and provoke his anxious skin, pull his hair and suck his cock as you watch us, torturing him with enticing words and thoughts of his filling you with hard, thick cock. But before he is allowed to violate you, he must first make slow deliberate love to me, following your every wish.
Finally, we will both fill you with our warm fullness and splash our excitement across you beautiful face.
In the meantime, you are mine slutty plaything and I am your dastardly puppet.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
DREAM #33470
I’m sitting in a favorite restaurant in Philadelphia waiting for Teena. She is late to work and the staff is worried about her. Suddenly I get a text mail from her. It says, “I have been tied to a tree in the park close by. You only have an hour to find me then they take me away back to Singapore. Help.”
I run out the door without paying for my food. Shannon follows and says, “Are you going to a movie? Can I go?”
“You’re boyfriend will be mad,” I say.
She says, “Teena has a boyfriend too, you know.”
“I know, she finally told me. I have an hour to find her,” and I run off across the street. I am worried because the park is big and there are so many trees. I ask people if they’ve seen a beautiful girl tied to a tree and they just laugh at me. I keep looking at my bracelet to tell time, like a sundial since I have no watch. I worry that I’m in the wrong park. A guy is playing bagpipes and it sounds horrible but I notice he is playing a song by Dave Matthews.
It is starting to rain lightly and I worry that time is going quickly. I think, “I barely got to know her now she will be in Indonesia.” I am very sad but running from tree to tree looking for her. I ask a park ranger who is wearing a tie-dye shirt and top hat and big, clown shoes if he has seen her. He says, “Maybe she’s in line to see the Liberty Bell.”
I scream, “No, you idiot, she’s tied to a tree.”
Suddenly, I hear a little kid say to his mom while the pass by, “Why is she naked, mom?” and I know he’s talking about Teena so I run in the direction they came from. I see yellow ropes in a BIG bowknot like a huge shoestring on a giant tree and when I run around to the other side, there she is. She is naked and I stop for a moment and just stare at her. I’ve never seen anything this sexy in my life. I walk up to her slowly and she has tears coming down her face but is smiling her incredible smile. “I knew you would find me Renaissance man. I knew it.”
“I need a knife to cut these ropes.” I look around but there is nothing and no one around. I look at my watch and there is only fifteen minutes left.
“Wait,” she says. “Now you can kiss me.”
“We don’t have much time,” I am looking under a bush for something sharp to cut the rope.
“But if they take me and we never kiss I will forever regret it,” she says softly.
I walk to the tree and put my hands on her hips. Her skin is so very soft. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, feeling her sweet-smelling, silky hair against my lips for the first time. “I have waited so long for this…I am so nervous.”
“Kiss me,” she sighs softly and I look in to her eyes and my heart just races. I slowly find my lips moving toward her open mouth and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A press my wet lips slowly against hers and she tastes so sweet, deliciously soft, and she leans into me against the ropes as I press my body to hers and suddenly I notice the ropes have fallen to the ground and her arms are over my shoulders as I wrap mine around her.
We are not in the park any more and I am carrying her in my arms up the stairs at her restaurant. She is wrapped in one of my big, soft shirts. There is a hidden room behind a curtain that I somehow know about and I walk through there.
I sit her down in a big bathtub full of warm water and silky bath oils that smell of springtime flowers. Only candles light the room and I feel someone sitting in a dark corner watching us. I slowly wash Teena’s face and arms, back and chest in the candlelight, watching the water slide down her body and shoulders, hearing her breathing quietly as if she is very content. I lean in and softly kiss her neck. She stands and I sponge bubbly warm water all over her. She balances with her hand on my shoulder. “My turn,” she says and I climb into the tub with all of my clothes on and she cracks up. So does Shannon whose laugh I recognize from her seat in the dark corner watching us. Teena begins to unbutton my now soaked shirt and over her shoulder I see Shannon stand and slowly walk towards us and then I wake up!!!”
I run out the door without paying for my food. Shannon follows and says, “Are you going to a movie? Can I go?”
“You’re boyfriend will be mad,” I say.
She says, “Teena has a boyfriend too, you know.”
“I know, she finally told me. I have an hour to find her,” and I run off across the street. I am worried because the park is big and there are so many trees. I ask people if they’ve seen a beautiful girl tied to a tree and they just laugh at me. I keep looking at my bracelet to tell time, like a sundial since I have no watch. I worry that I’m in the wrong park. A guy is playing bagpipes and it sounds horrible but I notice he is playing a song by Dave Matthews.
It is starting to rain lightly and I worry that time is going quickly. I think, “I barely got to know her now she will be in Indonesia.” I am very sad but running from tree to tree looking for her. I ask a park ranger who is wearing a tie-dye shirt and top hat and big, clown shoes if he has seen her. He says, “Maybe she’s in line to see the Liberty Bell.”
I scream, “No, you idiot, she’s tied to a tree.”
Suddenly, I hear a little kid say to his mom while the pass by, “Why is she naked, mom?” and I know he’s talking about Teena so I run in the direction they came from. I see yellow ropes in a BIG bowknot like a huge shoestring on a giant tree and when I run around to the other side, there she is. She is naked and I stop for a moment and just stare at her. I’ve never seen anything this sexy in my life. I walk up to her slowly and she has tears coming down her face but is smiling her incredible smile. “I knew you would find me Renaissance man. I knew it.”
“I need a knife to cut these ropes.” I look around but there is nothing and no one around. I look at my watch and there is only fifteen minutes left.
“Wait,” she says. “Now you can kiss me.”
“We don’t have much time,” I am looking under a bush for something sharp to cut the rope.
“But if they take me and we never kiss I will forever regret it,” she says softly.
I walk to the tree and put my hands on her hips. Her skin is so very soft. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, feeling her sweet-smelling, silky hair against my lips for the first time. “I have waited so long for this…I am so nervous.”
“Kiss me,” she sighs softly and I look in to her eyes and my heart just races. I slowly find my lips moving toward her open mouth and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A press my wet lips slowly against hers and she tastes so sweet, deliciously soft, and she leans into me against the ropes as I press my body to hers and suddenly I notice the ropes have fallen to the ground and her arms are over my shoulders as I wrap mine around her.
We are not in the park any more and I am carrying her in my arms up the stairs at her restaurant. She is wrapped in one of my big, soft shirts. There is a hidden room behind a curtain that I somehow know about and I walk through there.
I sit her down in a big bathtub full of warm water and silky bath oils that smell of springtime flowers. Only candles light the room and I feel someone sitting in a dark corner watching us. I slowly wash Teena’s face and arms, back and chest in the candlelight, watching the water slide down her body and shoulders, hearing her breathing quietly as if she is very content. I lean in and softly kiss her neck. She stands and I sponge bubbly warm water all over her. She balances with her hand on my shoulder. “My turn,” she says and I climb into the tub with all of my clothes on and she cracks up. So does Shannon whose laugh I recognize from her seat in the dark corner watching us. Teena begins to unbutton my now soaked shirt and over her shoulder I see Shannon stand and slowly walk towards us and then I wake up!!!”
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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. Hopefully, this we be a constantly evolving list.
* Became a fully confident, sexually satisfied human being and most importantly learned to not define myself by who I was with and whether or not I was in a relationship. Finally, figured out that it was ME who made ME happy not someone else’s responsibility.
* Found that being polyamorous is not just an excuse to fool around, but also a chance to love and share and respect your partner(s) deeply. That polyamory has nothing to do with being promiscuous or with lack of commitment, love or devotion. In fact, it's all about deep commitment to honesty, sharing, openness and the happiness of your partner.
* Learned how to lose a great deal of my inhibitions
* Realized that yes, I am kinkier than most but still blown away by some of you all out there i.e. there’s always room for new insights ☺
* Became multi-orgasmic. Learned how to injaculate and men, it is worth the effort…way worth the effort.
* Became fully comfortable with my bi-tendencies and fantasies and anxious to find the right man to make them a reality. (I'm way picky, boys so be patient)
* Learned that my previous idea of what was sexually attractive was not only limiting but completely off-base…you are ALL gorgeous.
* Learned to have a lot more self-confidence in bed and in life.
* Started a sex blog that has become incredibly fun after years of secret journaling.
* Discovered that I love ass play and light bondage and discipline and role-playing even more than I ever thought.
* Re-entered a feverish and loving sexual relationship with an ex-lover from 27 years ago (who has been in a long, sexless marriage she is currently freeing herself from) and it’s SO much more passionate and sensual and intense than ever before. She is extremely responsive and open to many of my new sexual explorations and is as romantic and loving as anyone I have ever met. I adore every minute with her.
* Had phone sex for the first time and with my various lovers that shook the rooftops and allowed my verbal tendencies a new outlet.
* Had transcendent sex that totally changed my life spiritually and sexually after working through the initial confusion and misplaced emotional roller coaster that it began.
* Began a sexual tryst, a sort of more well-defined and heady “fuck buddy” regular scene with an “exploratory partner” that opened so many doors and realized so many fantasies and in spite of our early “rules” found us both just falling wonderfully for each other in an incredibly open, giving, sharing and non-clinging way that still reveals a wonderful depth of emotion and trust between us whether or not we are currently trysting.
* Had an orgy with two male old friends and two beautiful working girls that was just a blast.
* Had sexual relations with women 2, 13, 15, 25 and 28 years my junior.
* Admitted my bi-curiousness to a large handful of good friends and got nothing but positive reactions.
What
* Had sex with 2 different women in a 48 hour period.
* Had a woman lick my asshole. Amazing.
* Got fucked in the ass with fingers and toys by two different women. Wow.
* Fucked two different women in the ass a few times. Incredible.
* Stared into the eyes of a woman while she licked pussy for the first time of a woman who had never been with another woman.
* Got experience dominating and being submissive to a woman (with two different women together and three separately on a few occasions) using, whips, restraints, flogging, cuffs, tied one to a saddle, nipple clamps, dirty language, blindfolds, satin, food, candle wax, oils, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, feathers, silk dust and more…needless to say I am a full switch...
* Had my first threesome with two women: one who had minimal experience in group situations and the other who had zero experience with groups and zero experiences with women. I am officially and completely hooked.
* Had my cock sucked on at the same time by two women.
* Being tied and spanked and dominated by two women who took turns showing each other new tricks. Yum.
Where
(Most not actual firsts but fun none-the-less)
* Had sex in my shower in my new apartment (first time there)
* Had sex in my bed there also (first time there)
* Had sex in the hallway in my West Coast home (first time there)
* Have now had sex in every room of my West Coast home except for the basement
* Had sex in a hot tub for the first time
* Got a hand job in the car on Pacific Coast Highway
* Got a blow job in a strip joint (first time ever)
* Got a hand job on a train between NY and Philly (first time ever)
* Had sex in numerous hotel rooms
* Got a hand job in the open on a couch in a dark restaurant (first time)
* Pulled out my cock and rubbed up against my girlfriend in a phone booth in a restaurant (first time ever)
* Got passionate in numerous elevators (no sex yet but give us time)
* Accidentally ripped the headboard off the wall in a swanky Santa Monica hotel during my first new sex with my former/and newly rediscovered lover.
How Many
* my first and second threesomes (two different groups of girls – both FMF)
* my first bi-phone sex three-way. Me and a M friend on one end hovering over the speaker phone with my EXP on the other end of the line.
* More sexual partners in one year than in any previous year
* More different dating partners than I have ever had in a two-year period (actual sexual and non-sexual dates not including strip clubs…)
And this all before signing on to AdultFriendFinder...hmmm
* Became a fully confident, sexually satisfied human being and most importantly learned to not define myself by who I was with and whether or not I was in a relationship. Finally, figured out that it was ME who made ME happy not someone else’s responsibility.
* Found that being polyamorous is not just an excuse to fool around, but also a chance to love and share and respect your partner(s) deeply. That polyamory has nothing to do with being promiscuous or with lack of commitment, love or devotion. In fact, it's all about deep commitment to honesty, sharing, openness and the happiness of your partner.
* Learned how to lose a great deal of my inhibitions
* Realized that yes, I am kinkier than most but still blown away by some of you all out there i.e. there’s always room for new insights ☺
* Became multi-orgasmic. Learned how to injaculate and men, it is worth the effort…way worth the effort.
* Became fully comfortable with my bi-tendencies and fantasies and anxious to find the right man to make them a reality. (I'm way picky, boys so be patient)
* Learned that my previous idea of what was sexually attractive was not only limiting but completely off-base…you are ALL gorgeous.
* Learned to have a lot more self-confidence in bed and in life.
* Started a sex blog that has become incredibly fun after years of secret journaling.
* Discovered that I love ass play and light bondage and discipline and role-playing even more than I ever thought.
* Re-entered a feverish and loving sexual relationship with an ex-lover from 27 years ago (who has been in a long, sexless marriage she is currently freeing herself from) and it’s SO much more passionate and sensual and intense than ever before. She is extremely responsive and open to many of my new sexual explorations and is as romantic and loving as anyone I have ever met. I adore every minute with her.
* Had phone sex for the first time and with my various lovers that shook the rooftops and allowed my verbal tendencies a new outlet.
* Had transcendent sex that totally changed my life spiritually and sexually after working through the initial confusion and misplaced emotional roller coaster that it began.
* Began a sexual tryst, a sort of more well-defined and heady “fuck buddy” regular scene with an “exploratory partner” that opened so many doors and realized so many fantasies and in spite of our early “rules” found us both just falling wonderfully for each other in an incredibly open, giving, sharing and non-clinging way that still reveals a wonderful depth of emotion and trust between us whether or not we are currently trysting.
* Had an orgy with two male old friends and two beautiful working girls that was just a blast.
* Had sexual relations with women 2, 13, 15, 25 and 28 years my junior.
* Admitted my bi-curiousness to a large handful of good friends and got nothing but positive reactions.
What
* Had sex with 2 different women in a 48 hour period.
* Had a woman lick my asshole. Amazing.
* Got fucked in the ass with fingers and toys by two different women. Wow.
* Fucked two different women in the ass a few times. Incredible.
* Stared into the eyes of a woman while she licked pussy for the first time of a woman who had never been with another woman.
* Got experience dominating and being submissive to a woman (with two different women together and three separately on a few occasions) using, whips, restraints, flogging, cuffs, tied one to a saddle, nipple clamps, dirty language, blindfolds, satin, food, candle wax, oils, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, feathers, silk dust and more…needless to say I am a full switch...
* Had my first threesome with two women: one who had minimal experience in group situations and the other who had zero experience with groups and zero experiences with women. I am officially and completely hooked.
* Had my cock sucked on at the same time by two women.
* Being tied and spanked and dominated by two women who took turns showing each other new tricks. Yum.
Where
(Most not actual firsts but fun none-the-less)
* Had sex in my shower in my new apartment (first time there)
* Had sex in my bed there also (first time there)
* Had sex in the hallway in my West Coast home (first time there)
* Have now had sex in every room of my West Coast home except for the basement
* Had sex in a hot tub for the first time
* Got a hand job in the car on Pacific Coast Highway
* Got a blow job in a strip joint (first time ever)
* Got a hand job on a train between NY and Philly (first time ever)
* Had sex in numerous hotel rooms
* Got a hand job in the open on a couch in a dark restaurant (first time)
* Pulled out my cock and rubbed up against my girlfriend in a phone booth in a restaurant (first time ever)
* Got passionate in numerous elevators (no sex yet but give us time)
* Accidentally ripped the headboard off the wall in a swanky Santa Monica hotel during my first new sex with my former/and newly rediscovered lover.
How Many
* my first and second threesomes (two different groups of girls – both FMF)
* my first bi-phone sex three-way. Me and a M friend on one end hovering over the speaker phone with my EXP on the other end of the line.
* More sexual partners in one year than in any previous year
* More different dating partners than I have ever had in a two-year period (actual sexual and non-sexual dates not including strip clubs…)
And this all before signing on to AdultFriendFinder...hmmm
Thursday, April 3, 2008
RUMI, I AIN’T (HERE I AM)
Multiple times
Every day
Since I’ve met you
More so of late
I picture
Imagine
Visualize
Feel my cock
The cock I’ve spent a lifetime running from
Obsessing over
Clinging to
Afraid of
The cock you’ve gripped
Tightly in your small hands
Fitting, like no other
The cock you have stroked and caressed
Smiled at lovingly,
I have pictured it
Up to the hilt
Balls deep
Stopping
Diving into that moment between thrusting movement
Inside you
Your tightness
Enveloping
Blood of your passion
Engorged around my tumescence
As I flex over
And over
Again
Your entire body
Wrapped up
Engaged
Focused
Gripping my towering
Vulnerability
The rooted flesh
Of my manhood
Stopped, as far as I can fathom
Into your body
As your squeeze
Tightly around me
My mind zeroed in on the infinitesimal space
Between our beings
As close as humans get
To being someone else
To truly embracing the us in we
The I in you
The me in be.
Until I do
You must break me
Break me like a wild horse
Whip the fight out of me
Slap the smile from my arrogance
Lick the tears from my fear
Squeeze the pain from my psyche
And I from you
Until the hesitance of our humanity
Shatters
In the bliss
Of our flesh entwined
Our hearts breathing
Timeless
Unfathomable
Floating
Now,
Wrapped
Into
Around
Beginning and ending
Where all begins and ends.
-- S.F. 3/28/08 – for MMMM
Every day
Since I’ve met you
More so of late
I picture
Imagine
Visualize
Feel my cock
The cock I’ve spent a lifetime running from
Obsessing over
Clinging to
Afraid of
The cock you’ve gripped
Tightly in your small hands
Fitting, like no other
The cock you have stroked and caressed
Smiled at lovingly,
I have pictured it
Up to the hilt
Balls deep
Stopping
Diving into that moment between thrusting movement
Inside you
Your tightness
Enveloping
Blood of your passion
Engorged around my tumescence
As I flex over
And over
Again
Your entire body
Wrapped up
Engaged
Focused
Gripping my towering
Vulnerability
The rooted flesh
Of my manhood
Stopped, as far as I can fathom
Into your body
As your squeeze
Tightly around me
My mind zeroed in on the infinitesimal space
Between our beings
As close as humans get
To being someone else
To truly embracing the us in we
The I in you
The me in be.
Until I do
You must break me
Break me like a wild horse
Whip the fight out of me
Slap the smile from my arrogance
Lick the tears from my fear
Squeeze the pain from my psyche
And I from you
Until the hesitance of our humanity
Shatters
In the bliss
Of our flesh entwined
Our hearts breathing
Timeless
Unfathomable
Floating
Now,
Wrapped
Into
Around
Beginning and ending
Where all begins and ends.
-- S.F. 3/28/08 – for MMMM
Friday, November 23, 2007
PHILOSOPHIZE ON THIS BABY
So I've joined some sexy adult dating sites and am having fun meeting some wonderfully open, twisted, free, loving, horny, odd, sultry and fascinatingly titillating folks...
I'm sure I'll post more about some of them here...but tonight I wanted to share with you a fun little comment I added to one of their blog postings. Not that it is oh so brilliant but I had fun writing it and figured I'd share here...
She is a blogger who has been told she is sexiest when she gets all philosophical...sounds like Miss Mary to me...though I've never felt the sting of this girl's hand...I somehow feel you are peas from a similarly twisted pod...so I introduced myself to her by way of the following...
"Stumbled on your profile and adore it. What I wouldn't give to sidle up to you and Hegel you up and down. I'd slowly slip my Sartre into your glistening Schopenhauer. You'd be all Ayn Rand-y by the time I tied you with your own Lyotard, pressing your voluptuous Hobbes down tight, until you practically Deleuzed all over yourself. I'd John Locke your ankles to the bedposts, you little Husserl, so you couldn't resist my throbbing Spinoza. 'Heidegger, Heidegger' you'd scream as I had taken sexy pictures with my hidden Camus. Perhaps, my friends would drop by and watch me de Beauvoir you repeatedly and even Chomsky you themselves with their mammoth Aquinas before we'd Descartes you across the room, to the big bed and Derrida you like you deserve. It wouldn't take much G.E. Moore before you'd uncontrollably scream 'Foucault me, NOW!'"
Aristotle, my ass...
(please)
I'm sure I'll post more about some of them here...but tonight I wanted to share with you a fun little comment I added to one of their blog postings. Not that it is oh so brilliant but I had fun writing it and figured I'd share here...
She is a blogger who has been told she is sexiest when she gets all philosophical...sounds like Miss Mary to me...though I've never felt the sting of this girl's hand...I somehow feel you are peas from a similarly twisted pod...so I introduced myself to her by way of the following...
"Stumbled on your profile and adore it. What I wouldn't give to sidle up to you and Hegel you up and down. I'd slowly slip my Sartre into your glistening Schopenhauer. You'd be all Ayn Rand-y by the time I tied you with your own Lyotard, pressing your voluptuous Hobbes down tight, until you practically Deleuzed all over yourself. I'd John Locke your ankles to the bedposts, you little Husserl, so you couldn't resist my throbbing Spinoza. 'Heidegger, Heidegger' you'd scream as I had taken sexy pictures with my hidden Camus. Perhaps, my friends would drop by and watch me de Beauvoir you repeatedly and even Chomsky you themselves with their mammoth Aquinas before we'd Descartes you across the room, to the big bed and Derrida you like you deserve. It wouldn't take much G.E. Moore before you'd uncontrollably scream 'Foucault me, NOW!'"
Aristotle, my ass...
(please)
Monday, October 29, 2007
C'MON LET'S GO
If I made love the way I dance, I’d never get laid. But I love dancing so much. OK, well, I must give myself the benefit of the doubt I’ve only been dancing for a year or so and I’ve been fucking for over 30 years. Last night I was dancing with a girl who wasn’t born when I started fucking. Why bring that up? Because it makes me feel good. Now, if I could only say some day down the road, “Last night I fucked a girl who wasn’t even born when I started dancing.” Well, maybe not. That would either make me a fetus-o-phile or have me in closing in on my 70s and her nearing 20…
Bottom line is, like sex, when you find a dancing partner with whom you have found a groove, the right music, the right moment. All time falls away and it is just pure unadulterated sexy fun.
My ex and I used to dance. Maybe one dance per wedding or once or twice a year if we were out in a bar and the band was happening. She had one particular “bounce” she did and it only worked with certain music so we were limited. Sure we could slow dance but neither of us were particularly adept at that. We’d just go in little circles. But I’ll tell you I sure loved those little circles with her.
And being a Deadhead and a musician, I never really did the whole dancin’-twirling-gyrating Dead-dance thing at shows. Not because the music didn’t move me but because the movement of my head impeded the absorption of every little musical nuance and my relationship with their music was very much one of study and detail oriented observation. So I missed a ton of a certain kind of fun at those shows. Granted, my wife didn’t attend either so twirling with my other “detail oriented buds” wasn’t something that came up. I loved watching hippie chicks go off though, spinning in all their see-through muslin freedom.
So why start dancing now? Well, I’d finally broken free of the depression of divorce and the angst of the first hellacious new post-divorce relationship (although on our last night together, she and I danced slowly in the hallway to the first song we'd ever sung onstage together years before and it was a beautiful moment, but I digress) and for the first time in my life I felt free. I felt loose and open and ready for whatever life had for me. I’d found myself at a gig by a friend’s Western Swing band and though I’d never attempt to actually “swing dance” I was discovered sort of cutting the rug near stage-side. Nothing too expansive but a bit more than my standard swaying of shoulders and never moving the feet concert/listening stance. Within a week or so, in fact, it was a year ago this month, I was at a friend’s wedding reception and the same swing band was playing. This time they had my favorite local drummer guesting and he really rocked them a bit. His date also was standing around looking ready to party and so she and I became dance partners by osmosis.
She’s a cool woman but always seemed one of the boys. A partier. Always dressed down in basic jeans and flannel hippie garb or some such thing. Not what someone would call a real femme chick. In fact, this was the first time in 20+ years I’d ever seen her wear a dress. At any rate, I’d never had so much fun dancing in my life. She and I were very responsive to each other. When I’d spin one way, she’d follow. When she’d dip a shoulder down, I’d dip the opposite up. I kept thinking, “Shit, so this is what this is all about.” We were like mirrors at times and just had a blast. Even the drummer commented, “You’re not bad out there. I’ve never seen you move so much before.”
In fact, I got a lot of nice compliments from people and in the next few months, I danced whenever the music moved me. I met a woman, Louisa, on Match.com who, while bumming me out by immediately stating that I wasn’t her type before ever meeting me, she also said we should meet for coffee and talk music since our tastes were very similar. We wound up at some concerts and bars together and found ourselves dancing and having a ball doing it. Now, that is our primary motivation for going out on the weekend.
So I’d spent my whole life not dancing. My excuse being that I didn’t want to look like an idiot. Now, who the fuck cares. I'm old enough to not be concerned in the slightest. Another factor has always been that, as at the Grateful Dead shows, I always listen intently to live music. As a musician whenever people are dancing you are either onstage playing or in the audience watching some other band and trying to pick up just what's going on. Are they any good? Any riffs I can steal? Are they making any mistakes or have any interesting ideas that might motivate my musicianship? So who had the time to dance the night away? Plus I hate being sweaty and what girl would look twice at a drenched dude? Well, now I see that girls who like to dance will...and there are lots of them out there waiting.
And recently when Louisa and I were among the first on the dance floor at a concert by a great Cajun guitarist, an old friend of mine came up and said, “I wish I could do that…I don’t have the balls to get out there and dance especially since I could never move like you guys.” Huh? Life is funny.
Then again there is always the big plus of being able to touch and hold women close without being bitch-slapped.
Bottom line is, like sex, when you find a dancing partner with whom you have found a groove, the right music, the right moment. All time falls away and it is just pure unadulterated sexy fun.
My ex and I used to dance. Maybe one dance per wedding or once or twice a year if we were out in a bar and the band was happening. She had one particular “bounce” she did and it only worked with certain music so we were limited. Sure we could slow dance but neither of us were particularly adept at that. We’d just go in little circles. But I’ll tell you I sure loved those little circles with her.
And being a Deadhead and a musician, I never really did the whole dancin’-twirling-gyrating Dead-dance thing at shows. Not because the music didn’t move me but because the movement of my head impeded the absorption of every little musical nuance and my relationship with their music was very much one of study and detail oriented observation. So I missed a ton of a certain kind of fun at those shows. Granted, my wife didn’t attend either so twirling with my other “detail oriented buds” wasn’t something that came up. I loved watching hippie chicks go off though, spinning in all their see-through muslin freedom.
So why start dancing now? Well, I’d finally broken free of the depression of divorce and the angst of the first hellacious new post-divorce relationship (although on our last night together, she and I danced slowly in the hallway to the first song we'd ever sung onstage together years before and it was a beautiful moment, but I digress) and for the first time in my life I felt free. I felt loose and open and ready for whatever life had for me. I’d found myself at a gig by a friend’s Western Swing band and though I’d never attempt to actually “swing dance” I was discovered sort of cutting the rug near stage-side. Nothing too expansive but a bit more than my standard swaying of shoulders and never moving the feet concert/listening stance. Within a week or so, in fact, it was a year ago this month, I was at a friend’s wedding reception and the same swing band was playing. This time they had my favorite local drummer guesting and he really rocked them a bit. His date also was standing around looking ready to party and so she and I became dance partners by osmosis.
She’s a cool woman but always seemed one of the boys. A partier. Always dressed down in basic jeans and flannel hippie garb or some such thing. Not what someone would call a real femme chick. In fact, this was the first time in 20+ years I’d ever seen her wear a dress. At any rate, I’d never had so much fun dancing in my life. She and I were very responsive to each other. When I’d spin one way, she’d follow. When she’d dip a shoulder down, I’d dip the opposite up. I kept thinking, “Shit, so this is what this is all about.” We were like mirrors at times and just had a blast. Even the drummer commented, “You’re not bad out there. I’ve never seen you move so much before.”
In fact, I got a lot of nice compliments from people and in the next few months, I danced whenever the music moved me. I met a woman, Louisa, on Match.com who, while bumming me out by immediately stating that I wasn’t her type before ever meeting me, she also said we should meet for coffee and talk music since our tastes were very similar. We wound up at some concerts and bars together and found ourselves dancing and having a ball doing it. Now, that is our primary motivation for going out on the weekend.
So I’d spent my whole life not dancing. My excuse being that I didn’t want to look like an idiot. Now, who the fuck cares. I'm old enough to not be concerned in the slightest. Another factor has always been that, as at the Grateful Dead shows, I always listen intently to live music. As a musician whenever people are dancing you are either onstage playing or in the audience watching some other band and trying to pick up just what's going on. Are they any good? Any riffs I can steal? Are they making any mistakes or have any interesting ideas that might motivate my musicianship? So who had the time to dance the night away? Plus I hate being sweaty and what girl would look twice at a drenched dude? Well, now I see that girls who like to dance will...and there are lots of them out there waiting.
And recently when Louisa and I were among the first on the dance floor at a concert by a great Cajun guitarist, an old friend of mine came up and said, “I wish I could do that…I don’t have the balls to get out there and dance especially since I could never move like you guys.” Huh? Life is funny.
Then again there is always the big plus of being able to touch and hold women close without being bitch-slapped.
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