Hump Day

 

 

Tittie Tuesday: Bad Boys - Whatcha Gonna Do?

Ok, so you all know I'm really wanting to get a personal trainer again, but I have these criteria. Basically, he just needs to be hot. He doesn't have to be the hottest guy in the gym - I've had that. He just needs to be cute, and look young, and have a great smile. That's not too much to ask, right? Oh, btw, my online romance boy? He also has a Harley. Is that fucking hot or what? He sent me a pic of him on it, and I almost creamed my jeans. He had been working on it, and his jeans were dirty, and I could see dirt and sweat on his arms and chest. Some could look at that photo and see a guy on a motorcycle - I look at it, and see a hot dude that should be in porn!

So, anyway. I have seen a couple of bad boys at the gym, driving up on sexy bikes. Hmmm. I just haven't figured out a way to talk to them. But there is one really hot guy that I have my eye on. I have seen him a couple of times, and I've even spoken to him. Well, we haven't really had any conversations, just a couple of "hi"s, and "hey, how are you"s. I'm trying to get my nerve up, ok?

Let me tell you what he looks like. He's about 6'2", 200 lbs, light brown hair, and green eyes. His hair is in a buzz cut. His arms and shoulders are fire. He's muscular, but not too huge, you know? He wears basketball shorts that are long, so I can't really see his legs, but for his leg below his knee, and above his sock. But he does tease me with his tank t-shirt, which has the neck ripped out, and has open cut sides. I've been on a stationery bike, and he's been about 10 feet away, on a sit up machine, and as he'd come up, he'd look at me. He finally flashed me a cute smile as he got off the machine. I would have felt too self-conscious hopping off the bike, and trailing after him, so I didn't. But the great thing about this sit up machine, is that he lifts his legs up over his head. That means I get the awesome view of his ass every time! Sweet...........
 

"Hey, how are you?", he said to me the next time I saw him. "I'm great! Thanks!", I said as he walked by.

Ok, I'm thinking that the next time I see him, I will be able to strike up a conversation. The problem is that every time I see him, it is at a different time of day. He doesn't work out at the same time. Not that this is a big issue, but I just never know when I'm going to see him. So, that means that I have to be in cute gymwear every time I go. Not that I don't always look hot anyway, but I have to step up my game. I'm kinda hoping that he's a bad boy! And since he works out by himself, maybe he needs a workout partner.....

Re-Meeting

I walked into my meeting about 15 minutes early. I sat in the conference room waiting for the others to arrive. Soon the room was packed and then in walks in another party. This one looked familiar. As I went around the table shaking hands, I came to Mr. Familiar. We shake hands..

"Nice to meet you" I said.
"Yes..you too. Think we met once at _____ office a while ago." says Mr. F.

I shake my head knowingly, but of course, I don't recognize the person's office he mentioned (my mind is a sieve) nor do I remember Mr. F's name.

"What's your name again?" I ask.
"Mr. Familiar" he says.
"Oh yes" I say, basically making him feel comfortable that I remember him, the office, the circumstances..that yes, we're old friends..I know you, you know me..while all the while I'm really thinking..WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GUY!

We continue the meeting..and I'm watching Mr. F. Yes, he does look familiar..office? hmm..he's a bit effeminate..his eyebrows are finely manicured.

The light bulb goes on! I met this guy..yes, at a Pizza place.We met a few years ago. We chatted. Think we met on ...this was pre-Grindr..maybe it was from a CL post I had published. Turns out he was in the same industry..yes..it's all coming back.

I remember although he was interested in more, I used the "can't mix business with pleasure" line. I ended up meeting his boss. His boss was interested in me helping him expand his business. Wanted some of my contacts.  I wasn't comfortable with the boss, with Mr. F, the business...the whole kit and kabuddle. I left his offices and tossed the card away.

I wasn't doing business with Mr. F..and Mr. F wasn't doing business with me.  Until we met in this meeting. And that's where it ended. Just weird seeing someone who you know and have met under different circumstances..

Same Love (V)

The Next Best thing?

It's hard not to get excited about chatting with someone who seems to be a match. Yes, there's lots of sex going on, but usually, it's a hit and run..there's always something about them that makes them not a match.

Work has been so busy lately..I've been working late, starting early, working weekends..but it's all good. I'm loving it. It does make maintaining a blog very hard and checking out other blogs, which I used to do religiously, impossible.

I do get on Grindr..MH, CL, the usual places. You know, it's like in the background, I'm multi-tasking..just in case something  inspiring should come up.

Yesterday I was on Grindr as I was traveling to another County.  I received many messages and by the time I was done with work, and headed home, it was too late to follow up on them. Some didn't respond that day (you know how that is on Grindr) and I got messages the next day. One was from a guy who sent me a message and didn't have a pic. He was a 27 years old, 6'0", 195, white dude. "I'm in shape and have a place" he wrote. That next day, he sent a pic and he was indeed  very, very hot. We chatted for a while..and he's a "safe white, bottom." Says he's engaged, has his own place and is looking for a regular buddy..someone he can trust..someone who he can meet up with on a regular basis for friendship and sex..DAMN! Right up my alley!

I know, it's Grindr....he could be a nut...he could disappear..but, it sounds real good. Something I've been searching for since "R"...

He tells me he's "really into me " is "totally interested" and closes the conversation with "XXOO".  We've decided to chat again later in the day and make an appointment to connect on Grindr.

At 3:30 he's on again and we chat.

"I really want to build on something..I want one guy to trust..trust enough to have sex..sex the right way." he says.

Hmm..I'm thinking..that could only mean one thing..

"Well, that's OK" despite my trepidation of unprotected sex. "I just don't think we're there yet. I mean, we could lead up to that at some point. We'd have to get to know each other..we'd have to be into each other. There would have to be an understanding. We're definitely not there yet." I say.

He then invites me over. Tonight..to his place.

"What do you like to eat?" he asks.
"Anything..I like all foods..I like to try new things." I say.
"No seriously..I want to make you dinner."
"Nice!" I say "...that's sweet. I like fish..but, I'm not particular, just don't eat McDonald's or fast food."
"Me Either" he says.
"Should I bring desert?" I ask.
"Nah..just your smile, hot ass and big cock" he says.
"Well, you may see the smile..but probably not the ass and cock. If we're doing this right..."
"I know..but, I can try, can't I?

We laugh..plans are set. Maybe I haven't lost faith in finding someone real..someone to trust..someone to spend some time with on a regular basis. After all, I've had a lot of sex recently..lots of guys..and nothing has come of it..and it hasn't made me happy, hasn't really been what I wanted.

Is this real?

Hump Day

 

Tittie Tuesday: More Online Hotness

So, a little while back, I told you about my online hottie. I think I even said that I was going to email him right after that post. Well, I did. All I can say is Holy Fuck! This dude is so hot!!! So, after he tells me that he is going to masturbate in the outdoor shower whilst thinking of me, I got all wet and horny. So, I told him that I needed to go masturbate right then. He then told me that he wanted to make love to my pussy with his tongue. Oh, btw, this post is going to contain lots of sexually explicit stuff.......
 

So, then he told me that as he was thrusting his tongue as far into my pussy as he could, he wanted me to thrust my hips as hard as I could. He wants to make me cum over and over. I would turn over, and he would roll his tongue over and over around my hole, and work his tongue down into my little pink button. He would lick and stroke me until I couldn't take it anymore, and I would convulse, and cum in his mouth.

 

As I was cumming, he would slide his rock hard cock into me, and fuck me fast and furious. After resting for a bit, we'd make our way again to the outdoor shower. We'd slowly lather each other all over, stroking each other's bodies. It was so hot that again the stroking would increase, and we'd get each other off again. He describes all this in such a fucking hot way, that I would have to run to the bedroom a second time, and masturbate again! Wow. I'm exhausted....

 

So, he wants to do more than chat online now. We've been doing that quite a lot. Now he wants to move to the next level - Skype. He wants us to be naked, and play with ourselves for each other. He really wants to watch me get off. Hmmm. It sounds hot, but scary at the same time. Oh, yea, we have already exchanged photos, so we know what each other looks like.

 

What do you think? Should I do it? I have a kind of fear of having my body parts online. Am I being paranoid? Is everyone doing it these days? Is this guy a complete and total stud, or what?

Pool Games

There's nothing quite like vacation!  I spent a week in a Caribbean destination with the family not too long ago. The weather was incredible, the water warm, and the food great. There were lots of fun activities that me and my kids took part of -water skiing, pool, swimming..etc. Lots of fun family time.

Of course, I did log onto Grindr and got a lot of responses. However, being I had limited time and opportunity - any meet ups would have to be with someone who also was at my resort and could either host or meet in the steam room.

It's funny, this place had a so-so gym - small - but the locker room and showers were nice. The steam room and sauna were surprisingly co-ed! First time I saw that. There was a sign on the door leading out to the sauna areas that "Entering Coed Facility. You must remain covered." Despite this, I never saw but one woman who was in the sauna for a short while - with her boyfriend or husband and for the most part, I didn't see but 2 or 3 other men using the facilities.

The beginning of the week I chatted with a guy on Grindr who actually worked at the resort. He was very discreet - unwilling to send a face pic or body pics at first. Eventually, I realized who it was and went by the Concierge to see him up close and personal without his knowledge.  Since he wasn't my type, had no ability to even meet, I decided to just leave well enough alone.

Toward the end of my week, someone on Grindr chatted me and said he was at the resort. He sent a pic and told me he was on the beach, just getting his food order.  I had just hit the steam room for the end of the day and told him so.

"Come meet me" I told him,
"What about my food?" he asked.
"Well, you can always go back" I said.

Soon, the doors to the locker room opened, and there he was. He was 5'6" 160 pounds and Latin. I found out he was 24 years old and was working in the airline industry - so he was here for work.

He wanted to take a quick shower and as we talked he stripped down to his swim briefs and jumped in. I went out to the coed steam room and waited. Soon, he appeared and sat next to me. We talked for a little, and eventually began touching each other. He then opened my towel and began sucking my cock and we kissed.  Despite the fact that the place was deserted..we were still worried about someone walking in on us.  We left, returned to the showers and both took one in separate stalls. When he got out, I got to see his very big uncut cock. This guy was very well endowed!

He then asked me if I wanted to come up to his room, gave me his room number and went on his way. A few minutes later, I was knocking on his hotel room door.

When he answered, he was only in a towel wrapped around his waist. We walked in, and fell on his bed kissing. His towel came upwrapped and I removed my clothes. He sucked me, then turned so we did a '69'. Knowing I had limited time, I grabbed him and jerked off while he commented on my cum shooting  and then he jerked off and blew a load on his chest.

It turns out New York is one of the stops of this guys route. I left him my email address and hopefully, he'll contact me. There's no better way to enjoy a vacation!

Soul Food

 From the author of Artistry of the Male, check out his new blog:

 

Hey Sweetie,

It's AOM again yet not quite AOM.

I've found that I really miss sharing

Music, Quotes, Art, Movies, Books, Poetry, etc.

And all the things that feed my soul and enrich my life.

I have a deep yearning to share the things

That help me grow in mind, body, and spirit

In hopes that theses things

Will feed your soul and enrich your life.

I don't plan on posting every day
Nor do I plan to post tons of pix like last time.

I just wanted to build a place

Where I can store and share the good stuff of life.

This blog is in its infancy

I am still playing around with the overall look.

Initially, it will look and feel a lot like the old AOM

But it will evolve to become its own unique space

I feel a direction

But I have no idea where it will go

This is exciting to me

To begin the adventure

To see where things will grow

I hope you will enjoy and benefit from your visits here.

Peace and Love,

AOM

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It's probably the number one reason for marital fights and divorce: money. And I can't see how any marriage is stable given the typical setup: man - breadwinner, woman - bread-eater.

Most men are typically the breadwinner in a family. They make more money and that is a realty of cultural attitudes, discrimination, and the media, among other things. Often, if the roles are reversed, and the woman is the breadwinner in a family, the man feels emasculated, and feels insecure in the second placed role. When the husband is no longer the "master of the universe" the marriage is also stressed.

But what is it about money that makes things so volatile? I can tell you from personal experience that once being the major contributor and provider to my family was a cherished position, making me feel like a "real man" and I was proud of such an accomplishment. When times were rough, and money and my job no longer provided as I expected or wanted, the pressure was on..and everyone suffered. Yes, there were sacrifices to be made, and they weren't easy.

My wife has a small part-time job in the neighborhood. It's a "job" she loves. I tell her that when you come home everyday humming and you are able to appreciate the blue sky and beautiful birds, that you probably can't categorize what you do as a "job".  Jobs have bad days. Work is hard. Labor is intense - not wonderful. She doesn't have those pressures or issues.

Yes, we agreed long ago that her raising the children was more important than the extra income, but now that they're nearly grown, it would be nice for a more substantial contribution from the female side. I have never had my own bank account, as many of my friends do, some secretively so. I also have never placed an "allowance" on my better half, paying for her beauty appointments, makeup, clothes, entertainment, vacations and every one of her most basic necessities. While, "her money" is dedicated to more important expenditures, like belts and shoes, my money, even money I get as gifts or extra cash I may get is spent on family more often than on my personal wants. On the rare occasion that she uses her money for a casual lunch or dinner for the family, we're understandably required to be gracious and thankful. But, my expenditures are expected. It's a "mine is mine, yours is mine" concept.

Having gone through such a rough financial period and recovered, I can tell you that I haven't felt like beating my chest and giving my Tarzan yell now that we are back to being "upper middle class." My once financial immortality has changed into financial resentment. Instead of the "master" I'm now feeling burdened with the responsibilities of being the breadwinner. When my wife "needs" something that I find financially inappropriate, I retort with "Sure, you can have it, if you buy it with your own money." That usually ends the discussion.

What happened to my masculinity? What happened to my generosity? What happened to sharing my money with my wife as equals? Why do I think that I'm deserving of having my own "reserve fund?"   I don't want to feel like an accounting department, issuing approvals of expenditures, but I also don't want to open the floodgates of financial oblivion.

Money is the root of all evil -especially in a marriage.

Hump Day

 

Tittie Tuesday: On-Line Romance

So, I used to read this blog for several years that is no longer going. The dude that wrote it was super funny, and he just blogged about everything - life, music, products, celebrities, really anything that was funny to him. He was a fabulous writer.

 

Anyway, about a year and a half ago, he started to dwindle. He would blog 5 days a week, then 2-3 times a week, then once a week, once a month, then he finally said he was going to sell all his stuff and move, and he was not going to blog anymore. We, his followers, we were all very bummed, and tried to talk him out of it. He said no, he was quitting. He said he'd keep his blog up, so we could talk amongst ourselves. On his farewell post, he would chime in now and then, in the comments area, saying how the move was going. We were all saying how much we were gonna miss him, and I said I would really miss him. He came back with a reply that he had looked for me on facebook, but couldn't find me. I told him I wasn't on facebook, but here was my email address. He took it off his post, and then we started emailing each other.

 

At first, it was only 1-2 times a week, but after a few emails, something changed. He asked me where I lived, and I told him, and mentioned that I happened to be floating naked in my pool that day. Well, he took that as an invitation to start flirting. I guess maybe I was flirting. We then both kinda said, Wow! Are we flirting? I guess we are! The dam broke, and in about the span of 2 emails, we were writing super sexy fantasies about each other, and he was sending me cum shots! When I got the first one, I was floored! Then they started pouring in. Almost every email had an attachment of a shot of his exploding cock. At first, I thought he could be sending me cock shots of anyone, but then I noticed his arm in one of the pics, and it had a partial visual of a tattoo. I had seen another pic of him a while back, and I could see a hint of that same tattoo. So, these really were him.

 

He has such an amazing sexual imagination. He lives in a very warm place, and he has an outdoor shower. So, one of my favourite fantasies that he told me was that he and I were having sex in this wonderful outdoor shower in the warm sunshine. He describes how he lathers up my body, slowly massages my tits, and then massages my pussy with his soapy hand. He goes into intense detail about what he is feeling, and how he makes me cum again and again. It is really hot. Then he'll say something like, "Ok, now I'm hard as a rock from thinking about doing this to you. I'm going to go take care of my cock." Then a few minutes later, I'd get another email with an attachment of his cum shot. He'd say in the email "Look what you did to my cock, you naughty girl!"
 

So, for a while, we tried to figure out how we could meet each other. We both really wanted to. I really wanted to have sex with him. He knew I was married, and I knew he was living with his girlfriend. Neither of us cared. He said to me, "Just know this. We will be together some time, and we will have sex for hours. There are so many things I want to do to your body. I have to. I just have to." After reading his emails, I'd have to, just have to, run into the bedroom, and masturbate immediately!

I love our little online romance. It has been going on for over a year now. It is not as hot and heavy as it was when it first started. Now, we will email about twice a month or so, sometimes more, and we do the live gmail chat quite a lot. I hope the less frequency doesn't end like his blog did. I think I'll email him right now......

New Job

So, the guy I met with was planning on going out of town for a few days to visit some family. It was kind of disappointing for both of us since we got along real well, and we also were both pretty horny.

That night, after we met, I text him and tell him I'm looking forward to hanging with him.

"How about tomorrow morning before I leave?" he asks.
"Sounds good." I tell him and he gives me his address.

That morning, I head to his house. He opens the door and gives me the "shhhh" sign, as he puts his finger to his lips. We hit his bedroom and he whispers his roommate is still sleeping that we have to be quiet.

We quickly undress down to our underwear and hop into his still unmade bed. He's got a great smooth, slim body..and a bar in one nipple. We kiss, touch and let our hands roam. I reach beneath his underwear and feel his hot, little ass.  We get totally naked and continue making out. He sucks my cock and I'm now pretty hard. While I could probably push the subject, I think I'd rather just jerk off with this guy, get sucked off rather than fuck..I donno..probably better..you know..first..if I AM going to hit this again, it's best to work up to those things. Second, if I'm not..I don't need to be fucking strange ass all the time.

I pull him next to me and continue kissing him and we grab each others cocks. We're both real close and soon, we're spurting cum all over - all the while trying to stay quiet.

Was hot..don't know if we're a great match..but, for hot sex I wouldn't mind a repeat.

I Knew I Wasn't Gay! (V)

The Interview

A guy hits me up on Grindr and we end up making plans to meet at a nearby college parking lot located in between us. He's 22 years old and looks like he's in great shape.  He lives nearby and can host, although he lives with a roommate.

I pull into the parking lot we planned our meet and when I give him a wave, he pops out of his car and jumps into mine. We shake hands and find a quiet place to chat. He's an actor/waiter and is really nice. We talk about past relationships, work the usual chatter.

"So, why would you want to date an older, married guy?" I ask.

He goes on about how he is sick of immature guys. He'd rather have a regular buddy to hang with on occasion and can totally handle me being married, as he works a lot and figures I wouldn't be looking for a great deal of time on his part other than meeting up once in a while and having hot sex.

He really was a sweet guy..and am hoping we can hang out soon.

Hump Day: Dorian Reeves

Tittie Tuesday: Porno PJ's

Ok, so you're probably thinking I mean some sexy lingerie, right?  Um, no.  Here's the story.
You can't be sexy, wearing that stuff ALL the time, right?  So, I have these really comfy pink pj pants that I love to wear around the house, and I love them.  They are soft and super comfy.  I wear them with a little cami - that's a very skimpy top with spaghetti straps, for those of you who don't know. 

So, one night I was putting them on when a weird thing happened.  I stepped into them, and there must have been a tiny little snag on my big toe nail, and it caught a loose thread in the seam of my pjs.  I know this sounds weird, but whatevs.  That's what happened.  So, then there was this tiny rip in the seam.  It was about an inch long.  So, I guess I could sew it up, but why do today what you can put off doing until tomorrow?  Or forever?  I mean, it's a tiny little hole, right?

Well, then a couple nights later, as I was putting them on, my toe (yea, again with the toe!) managed to poke itself right into that little tiny hole, and make it a bigger hole.  Ok, so I should have fixed it!  Oh well.....

Then my hubby noticed it.  "Wow", he said.  "That spicy burrito blew right through your pants!"  I had to admit that was pretty damn funny!  We laughed so hard, I thought I'd split another seam!
So, I know you're thinking Bitch, just sew up the fucking hole, right?  No - that would be too easy.  Hey, wait a minute.  Fucking hole!  Hmmm.

So, now we get to a couple nights ago.  I'm fresh out of the shower, and I go for the comfy pants, and as I'm putting them on, I even think to myself that I really gotta sew up that hole before it gets any........oh shit!  No, not my toe, but my whole damn foot went through the fucking hole!!!

So, I'm so laughing as I'm writing this!  Now, my pjs are sporting a huge foot-sized hole, ok, let's call it what it is, GAP.  So, I'm standing at the kitchen sink, and you can't really see it when I'm just standing, but when I bend over to put stuff in the dishwasher, oh, wow.  Looks like I'm ready for action!

So, of course, when I showed hubby, he thought it was pretty nifty.  "Bend over the couch", he says.  "You don't even have to undress!"

So, now my dilemma is this - do I sew it up before it gets any bigger, and I look like I'm wearing chaps, or do I let it go, and still end up looking like I'm wearing chaps?  Have I started a new line of porno pjs?  To sew, or not to sew?  That, my friends, is the question!

Happy Columbus Day! Spend it on the Water!

Easy Street

It was time.

Ross had been on my mind for a while now. Ever since  we last chatted..probably a month ago. I hadn't seen him, talked to him, chatted..nothing in what seemed like a long time.

I picked up my cell phone and called a friend. After that conversation, I saw Ross' picture on my phone "friend list speed dials". Dammit! Why  should I even have to think about it.  I dial.

"Hey!" he says, knowing it's me.
"How the fuck are you?" I say.
Ross breaks out laughing. Damn...it's like we spoke yesterday, or a minute ago. Nothing ever changes between us.
"I'm good" he says, "you?"

We chat..again, about nothing in particular..work, family, vacations. Usual shit..but, it's so easy..so natural.

We end the conversation a few minutes later.

"I still want to do dinner" he says.
"Well, me too. Just let me know."

A Short Story

The guy posted an ad on Craig's List:

"Bottom seeking hot masculine tops"
30 years old and I'm 5'5, weigh 145, with light brown hair and blue eyes. I'm a total bottom looking for a top. Love to suck, love to bottom. ddf, neg, non-smoker. You be the same. I'm hosting.

He had about 3 pics posted on his ad, and all met my approval. I email him and we exchange face pics. He's a guy I've emailed before, why we haven't met, I'm not exactly sure. But, again, the time ran out that day, so we plan on meeting another day.

The next day I get an email in the morning asking if I was around, and after confirming, he sends his address and I'm on my way. About 20 minutes later, I pull up to his house and ring his bell.  He opens the door and we say hi. He's cute..short..shorter than I expected. After standing in his kitchen for a minute he asks if I want to head into the bedroom where we get more comfortable.

We embrace and kiss and  I notice he comes up to about my chin. We take off our shirts and he lays on top of me. He's toned..could use to lose maybe 3-5 pounds, but who doesn't?, with some hair on his chest. We continue kissing and he pulls off my pants, and then takes his off too. He compliments the thickness of my now engorged cock and takes it in his mouth.

I lay back on the bed as he continues to suck me and I rub his body and stroke his cock. I guess he doesn't lie - he does enjoy sucking - as the few times I pull him up to kiss some more he soon returns to sucking my cock. Eventually, he sees me getting worked up and asks if I want to fuck him. "Absolutely" I say.

He grabs a condom and lube and sits on top of me as he guides my cock into his ass, facing me as I'm laying on the bed with my head on the pillows. After a few minutes he pulls me on top of him and we change positions, now him on bottom and me on top, on the opposite end of the bed. I look up briefly and notice his clothes..in his closet..very neat, organized. Each T shirt on a hanger..all in a row. But, this guys so short that they look like children's clothes. I'm fucking a Garanimal wearer.

I pull off him and maneuver my way to have him laying down (away from facing the closet) and we fuck doggy style. On each pump of my cock he gives me a little "mmph!". I'm looking at his lightly hairied ass and it's pretty hot.

"You gonna cum?" he asks.
"Yea!" I tell him.
"Give it to me!" he asks.

I pull out and blow my huge load onto his upper back, then a jolt on his lower back and all over his ass. I grab a towel and clean him up and collapse in exhaustion on his bed.

"That was great." he says. "Want to do this again?"
"Sure..now?" I ask wantingly (but jokingly).
"No" he laughs. "Let's do this again someday."

I wash up and get dressed as does he.

Who knows..was a good fuck. I can see me doing it again, but a regular thing? A fuck buddy? A relationship? I think we'll just keep it simple: like child's play.