RENTAL

I saw another woman wearing your ass today.
Walking around town as if she owned the sweet thing
As if we wouldn’t know that it wasn’t just a rental;
Something she procured for a night on the town
Maybe wearing to an awards show
A graduation
A hot first date
Perhaps adding extra oomph
To an important job interview.
But I know better
Magnificent behinds like that don’t grow on knees.
I know by how my body reacts
How the precarious laptop shimmies
Like my hymn book rose and fell
back in Sunday School
where at age 12, I first caught a glimpse
of AP’s cottoned crotch
and wouldn’t dare stand for half an hour
no matter how badly I felt I had to piss.

~ for Randi, Feb 15, 2007

For those who have already read this on my poetry blog, apologies for the repetition. Just thought it fit nicely in this forum.

TRANSFORMER

Lou Reed looks down, youthful freckled complexion
Beneath blond curls
From between the twin queen beds
No sign of heroin chic
Just youth
Rock n roll unguarded between arrogance and grace
And while she freshened up after an evening out
Dining deliciously on erotically exotic drinks
Sexy fish and saucy sides
I pulled a floor to ceiling mirror
Away from the wall
Dragging it across the room
To snuggle it into the crack between the bed and the wall
Checking the angle for optimum exposure
Our sensual doppelgangers
To rise from the crisp white sheets
As if another couple
We seeing us just in reach
Our excitement daring them to reach out and grab a handful
Something illicitly taboo.

-- Hollywood, 3/31/08 – Roosevelt Hotel, Room 612 – for Randi

For those who have already read this on my poetry blog, apologies for the repetition. Just thought it fit nicely in this forum.

WITHOUT PROVISIONS

Obsessed with love
From opposite poles
You with your redemption of revenge
Running from tri-pronged words
Lovers in your wake,
Leaping into the arms of Brave New Girl,
My own lust for love’s Medusian forms
Disparate, but quite desperate
For any slight permutation
To the point of self-hypnosis
Confusion of what is
And what will never be.
Two delusionists procrastinating their way
Through long, lonely patches
Of sloth-like self-immolation and deception
Missing boats, points, shivering seminal connections
Hanging from the rafters around us
Hungry for a little heartbeat
And slipping past us on the wings
Of my indecision
And your books of rules.

So you seek
Without judging
Those beneath you
Those you can save
Those you can ache to understand
Hoping
In the race to walk away
That the very thing which attracts you
Will make them easier to leave.
The big boned, the old daddies,
The misfit, artistic, needy and dysfunctional
Who contribute
To your own self-worth
Add texture and drama and inspiration and obstacle
To your daily grind
Some sense of being needed
Some sense of being flawed enough
To allow you to shine.

I seek the illusive beauty
The perfect smile
Round, young ass of a teen
On a full-grown, genius guruette
Someone I can worship
Bend over.
Walking dictionary goddesses
Wanting nothing more than to live their lives to fill my head
My bed
My waking moments with discovery
Sinful fire-breathing naughtiness
Accepting my genuflection
With my dominant stare,
Physical largess matching
Serve for serve
My passionate heart
My servitude
And enveloping embrace
With my self-flagellating doubt.
Iron filaments gather around me
Pulled with me toward the magnetic sphere
Of those not ready
To trust their own ability to love,
Pulled t’ward those damaged by
Fathers, boyfriends
Con men and hypocrites
All unable to hold tightly to their responsibilities
Express their love for anything but their own myopic screeds
Or those who take the first train out of Daddyville
By choice or fate
Leaving their sad, little girls to wonder why
Sitting on steps each night
Waiting for his big hands to sweep them up;
Impaled on the bitterness of cheating lovers
Harsh and ignorant men
Their own spiritless souls seeking
More than is willing to be given
Brothers gone on with life
Boyfriends greedy with lust
Girlfriends neck deep in temptation
Misunderstanding
Insecurity and
All of those mismatched,
Mistakes
Discarded moments
Miscalculated
Maligned
Possibilities
Tossed into the flames
Fear
Laziness
The drive for the perfect
Beast
Love’s precarious reputation
Holding the match.

And there we sit
Needing and wanting
What we cannot accept
What we will not fully give--
Everything.
There are those of us
Who cannot handle the torturous
Self-exposure
Seeking the restitution of revenge
Conscious and unconscious gaming
Positioning
Manipulations
The outward blaming
Replacing the outpouring of love’s unbridled
Flow
And all of us ego-driven
To the brink of self-delusion.

So the thoughtful of us
Hunker down in our solitude
Rolling an emotional fatty
A phalanx of equations, probabilities, deceptions and epiphanies
Around in our heads
Before we touch a match to it
Inhaling its smokescreen with hope
A candy drop you cannot resist biting into too soon.
We fail to be godlike
Use timing as our alibi
Being misunderstood as our cloak
Our cover.
We stand alone
Surrounded by God’s love
The universal bliss of our very existence as proof
Ignored in the cannonball leap
Looking for that big splash
Courting the deep end.
Just not damn sure.
Just wanting more.
Just needing
Our arms
Around the elusive
One
Forever
Loved.

~ for Miss Mary, 1/4/09 Big Bear City

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!!!