Despite my temptation to share each delicious detail, I will for your sake keep it short and sweet like Saturday night.

I work, and I work my ass off. I am an arrow, direct and gazed forward with determination. Sadly, this leaves little time for my desires to share my time with someone to do some living to the fullest with.

That's when I noticed the sad look upon your face. I saw you from a table over. Dark stained oak with clear incandescence awashed upon it. The Restaurant had a chef that gave his legend to a belief that his meals could serve to ignite impassioned internal responses. In short, every man in town wanted to take the girl of his liking. As a result it was difficult to get in, therefore every girl wanted to be seen there. It was swanky, fancy, respectable,and in the eyes of many romantic. I'll leave the story of how I got a table on Sat. night for another time.

A girl who recently got a promotion to another department. Her name is not important as she was very attractive, but she seemed to cancel at the last minute. It was a less than classy maneuver, but I couldn't be more thankful.

It was 20 minutes I had sat there running scenarios, excuses really, about why you were running late. Then a text, would it be a flirtatious apology for running late? No, "Not feeling well, sry".

Stubborn as usual I decide to enjoy my hard earned table. I order a strong red, as recommended by the trusted house cognoscenti. Perfect. I get caught up in it, forgetting my misfortune. I hadn't eaten in quite a while and I felt my first inspired tingle from that delicious red. It was at that same time, our eyes shot intersecting beams. Your eyes, reflecting your candle, hit me simultaneously. I thought for certain I was obvious at being taken by your face. Then you grinned, shy but honestly. All at once you beamed of grace, sophistication, intelligence, savvy, and youth. I smile back.

"I see you like the wine too?". Oh yes, I say. It's bright, appetizing, full body the way I prefer, with a graceful ending. "I'm glad to see you find it your liking". "I would describe it differently. From a woman's point of view". I like that it's bold, sweetness up front, spice with the most subtle approach, yet it grows stronger in a way I find intriguing."

My heart raced. From another table it would seem that two strangers were chatting. From inside the interaction, it felt more like a dance. The floor to ourselves. Soaking deeply in long glances, observing each detail of one another. The point of contact where your lips for word, propelled by that sweet voice. Locked in and wouldn't have it any other way. Waltzing.

"in fact, my glass is getting awfully lonely". Me too, I said. Correcting mid-course to ask, "where is your guy?". Apparently, he was no guy of yours. A setup blind date from an meddling aunt. He had to supposedly work late. Again, I thank my fortune.

I ask you over to enjoy the cozy booth I was in. You smell intoxicating, like the soft sweetness of jasmine. Nothing synthetic. It's like you threw in a few petals from the garden fence. You smell like glitter looks.

What is your name? You tell me. Your name in flight on your voice is perfection. It fits you perfectly. A name like a short song. I want to hear it over and over. the syllables, come together, command excitement. Above all the feel damn good in my mouth. I to hear it over and over.

We talk, we sip, we waltz some more. We both lean in closer. Desire makes our voices get soft, intent, and playful like a more artful way of playing footsie. I convert a half a glass of wine into and empty. I look at you and lay purpose to the path of my next words.

Well Ms. " ", I don't want to be rude. I should be along now. "What will you do now, she says?". I explain how as the first few cool evening inspire me to seek the warmth of my fireplace. I live in an old building. The stone is rumored to be that of a dismantled castle carried over piece by piece from England. It's not without it's charms. I explain that I'll most likely play a few selections on my recently acquired high fidelity system. To this point, I'm uncertain if I'm affecting you in return. We begin to passionately compare musical taste. The comparisons were unique enough to be enticing, yet deep in meaning at our very personal similarities. I could listen to you describe how so many songs I love make you feel. I mention a few of my own. and you say. "I hope you are as delicate with me in other situations, as you have been with your invitation". Stunned, I must think as to interpret your meaning with accuracy. Further surprised you say, "Absolutely, I'd love to join you."

(Damn)

Here I am out of my mind again on NN. I rarely have any freetime, yet here I sit with my cock swollen and demanding. Roped out of my pants, throbbing and hungry. I read about women who are unsatisfied and it drives me insane. The skin of my shaft is soft to the touch, warm, but hard underneath. I am full to the brim with hot silky cum and no place worthy to shoot it. I'm dripping, I'm a wet guy. Always have been. I can fuck, twice in a row. I'm not one minute man either. I know each woman is different,with different needs. That challenge drives me as a lover. I know when to take my time and when to go all out. I love the whimpers, the moans, the screams. I wish I could permanently save them in my mind. Today I am consumed by the needs of my cock, I am a man and right now I need a woman who with needs.

Neurons fire, heart pumps aerated racing fuel, hot copper tingled, feels of sparks overflowing my vessel. Reaches out, I feel like a bay peers the dark, like a viper savors heat. First a slow swinging pendulum, now blood poses as warm steel welded firm to my form, one in the same. The heat, the wet, the glide. Burdensome is the need, to feed and this hunger.

Damn, I feel like I'm carrying a sack of bananas between my legs right now. I'm burning up, my cock is like a hot water bottle. Finally, feels so good to unzip and pull it out. Feels good to swing, and then point proudly. I bob up and down with the thrust of the pulse in my veins. I'm beyond pussy, I'm just craving a hard hard cum. The kind that milks my balls dry. The kind that forces my eyes closed and makes me moan deeply, and uncontrollably. The kind I drip from long after. The kind that tear my hole up forcing its way out. The kind that only makes me want to fuck after I'm done.

Tonight was just one of those nights when you are feeling health and virility through your mind body and soul. Perhaps its all the pheromones in the air or warmth of the Spring day. Either way, my senses seemed fully plugged in. She: I teased her so much, everywhere but where she wanted to be touched. Her body became swollen as if to bloom, reaching out to make contact. Sensory threshold until a light brush of the finger seems intense. The heat, oh the heat between her legs was detectable down to my knee. Wet, not just wet like dew, but slippery shy of sticky, like nectar. In the air like spice.

When I finally entered, it was tip meets clit to take advantage of the slippery blossom. Then only the tip. She grabs my ass, pulls me in. She seems surprised, she's bitten off a bit more than she could handle all at once. My cock is proud, persistent, hungry and finishing the hunt.

Madness had overtaken me, i was no longer human. I was the air in my lungs and ocean swell of waves crashing from inside my cock. I wanted to thrust, tip to balls over and over, forever. I also wanted to release the pressure that was pushing outward, expanding my madness, the cravings of manhood .

She clamped down, down there. Like cascades of fingers groping me from bottom to top. A ring of tightness gripping around my head. I feel locked in, it was almost difficult to push. Then that sensation, I could picture a volcanic eruption in my mind, geysers, Parisian fountains. My eyes went black and electricity seemed to force its way from the depths of my balls, stretching its way out of my tip. I was cumming so hard I could barely hear. Probably very loud, possibly grunting. I had lost control on this road many miles back. I feel completely and utterly fucked. Sex so good I'll be hard long after writing this.

(exhale) yes.

There have been more difficult day that this one, but possibly none harder. I woke up in a state of throbbing fevered hunger between my legs. I woke up feeling like my erection was wearing a second one over top. I felt stretched skin taught like a silk sheath stretched over soapstone. Like warm honey except the texture would be like 21 million microscopic little pearls that would actually roll over the skin like a wave or warm feminine enchantment. I. graceful predator. guided by acute sensory skill. You are given away by the smell of your flowers nectar. A collision course attraction. Both pieces made to intersect...

As many of you may agree, lovemaking is one of the strongest physical reactions one can experience. I find that my heard becomes like that of a hummingbird. Fluttering in my chest, I feel my veins go warm, my skin becomes ultrasensitive. In fact, all my senses go unltra with an animal like skill. Instict, but so much more. Sex is my rollercoaster, my bungee jump, my fireworks show.

Of course with anything that someone truly desires, it all seems to fly so by so quickly even when great care and skill are focused upon. Not as to say I'm a one minute man. If anything the opposite is true, I say this not to confuse my discussion with bragitude, but to insist upon my desire to make something I love last as long as possible, and of course perception is a key component.

Narrowing down to my point, I offer forth music. That's right. Of course music can put us in the mood, and I've found that women are especially sensitive, as their brain is one of their most important sex organs. Everyone has their preferences, but often times it is simply the same songs they enjoy listening to.

I find that when examined closely, something with rhythm can guide us. Techno works for some, that bass, the thump and grind of it all goes well with naughty like red wine with pasta bolognese. R&B also lends its hand to erotic, the soulful deep felt vocals, over a slowed, almost danceable tempo can and will effect the body.

One particular pairing I enjoy is the classic compositions and cunnilingus. Combining both arts is jubilant at the least. Something about the slow guiding hand of the music make every caress so focused. So light, that the body seems to reach out with every cell to feel the warmth of the fingertips.

I'm not suggesting classical is superior, or that everyone will like it, but I am suggesting it is a loss not to take a beautiful woman into a room full of candles, put on some hi-fidelity and commence to tease her to the brink of insanity with your tongue. Chopin's Nocturne no. 2 is a great example. It will have you starting off slow and dedicated like a true gentleman. Your woman will feel like a queen, especially within the baroque pieces. The loosely swinging music, the tongue interpreting the legato, flowing never pushing. Gliding not rubbing. Kissing it deeply. It effects are self evident.

In the end, however it is how expertly this music slows everything down to a speed perfect for nurturing pleasure, and capturing it all in your mind. I for one plan to spend my old age looking back at a grin inducing volume of mental imagery, why not give yourself a head start.

If you read my earlier post, you'll notice I'm big into being up front and honest. The most brutal honesty is a feather's tickle compared to well meaning lie.

Perhaps I'm sentimental, maybe I just really enjoy the company of a women, or perhaps it was common sense that if you accommodating and create a good sexual environment that good women will stay longer and come back more often. Sounds good to me.

So getting down to it...
It was this very mindset that put me in a situation of bliss.
I was in my sublime twenties and I had forged a friendship based on living to the fullest and delving into the openness of the other person. She had many things which had never been done to her, which I must say I look forward to sharing with you, and I had my always glowing list of experiments begging for participants.

This young lady was unique in the fact that she was both slender and tall. She also had beautiful chestnut hair right on down to the tender place where the small of her back flows into her healthy petite, but very rounded peach of an ass.

She was excited and curious about sex, but she had a long line of very dull, scared, and otherwise inept lovers.

She was very bold with requests to see my cock. Hard, soft, semi, or whatever she would gaze on it in a way that would make any many fortunate to be just that. She would play with it. Hold it and feel its weight. Squeeze it softly, and then harder as she became more comfortable.

After many weeks she had a healthy enjoyment of visual stimulation stemming from my pants around my ankles. Soon this faded into mutual masturbation, and new found passion for watching my load shoot from my tip.

Often weekends were lost constantly feeling a thin light and graceful hand fishing for my zipper. Not a word spoken. I was grateful. She was grateful.

This all came to time and that time came to a conversation about oral pleasure. She had recently begun to get comfortable with putting me in here mouth. One small tip, with her stretch of boyfriends she, despite her hunger and frustration, had remained a virgin. So realize this was all quite intense. As for me, you can easily see that even though I had been with other women, this was some serious mutual fun, too good to pass up.

So, laying in the candle light and finding a few bottles of wine laid sideways, no longer full of purpose or wine. We lay just touching one another, looking at eachother. Her speech slightly whispered and a tiny bit slurred..."I love the taste of your cock". Wide open. These are the moments I live for. Full disclosure. No fear of judgment. Hell, its sad to think she wanted to say it before and held back. It certainly served neither of us.

"oh do you", I said. Hell yeah, she said, but then she told me that there was a trophy she did not have on her wall. She wanted to taste me for a good long time, and she wanted me to "use" her mouth to finish. Hot fuck on a rug! Wow, could this really be happening to me?

She went on to say that she felt comfortable saying what she thought, so as you can see honesty is the best policy.

She took me in the shower, we kissed and touched for quite some time. In my memory the tub was the whitest thing ever. After a while she slithered down my body until I felt a rush or moist warmth on my erection. My pleasure, multiplied by the vibration that came from here deep moan. I won't lie, it was almost over then and there, but as you'll see my cock is a greedy cock. Licking and flicking, her tongue. Massaging and groping,with her fingers. I got off hard on here trying to see how much she could fit in her mouth/throat. I internally celebrated her failure, yet desired to be swallowed whole.

Me leaned against the shower wall. Steam. Her between my legs, sometimes interrupted by the loud slurping sounds. The true sign of an amateur, yet when done right the mark of a professional.

One thing you'll learn about me, I love to build up a good load. I will withhold my chi for as long as possible. This time was about 10 days, which is about a month on my cock's calendar.
It had been a long night of great food, a river of seductive wine, and an ocean of fingertips. Again, I'm greedy. I was content to let her go all night, as she had not stopped moaning, and seemed eager. Even above the trace of chlorine in the shower water, I could still smell her wetness.

I was the master surfer on a wave of pleasure, and I was a mile from sand, when she says "I wanna taste it", she gripped my shaft rubbed my head and one of my balls popped into the warmth of her eager mouth. Shit!

She then slid here mouth down my shaft, she's onto something. She's much further down now. She was suckling hard. I could swear she is actually salivating. The wet, slippery suckling of her mouth felt to much like divine pussy.

What came next was an orgasm that slams your eyes shut involuntarily. I made noises that I realized were me, only after I heard the bathroom tile tinged echo. At this point I could see she was feverishly rubbing her pussy and clit. I could feel it bubble from way down deep. I could picture my plumbing and almost panicked at the realization that all that cum was going to want to come out at the same time. Pressure, pressure, it was all consuming. My balls felt so good, they almost hurt with a bittersweet ache. Finally I felt as though my shaft would rupture as seething hot lava pumped it's way up my trunk.

"Mmmmm" she groaned as I could finally feel my tip burning with the heat of my own jizz. I'd lost track of the spurts I injected into the back of her mouth. She reacted with surprise as I'm sure it sprayed hard in her mouth. I nearly faint as I see here struggle to keep up with the flood, now spilling out of both sides of her mouth. She seems lost in what to do with it all, desperately she scoops up what she can and plants her mouth back on my cock. Not quite finished, I seem to muster more ejaculate than I detected.

This was a truly ball draining, cum swallowing, cock suck that I will never forget. I love a win win.

Well, signing off now. I hope each of you cums that hard tonight.

I hope you enjoyed. Write me a note if you have questions/requests.

As a young cock, I only hungered. My senses on autopilot I knew what I was after, but my skills as a gentleman had not come to full bloom. Social elegance suffered for the lack of bloodflow above my waist. My mind filled with late night movie blondes just "beggin for it". I had it all wrong.
Of course with game like this you will sit on the sidelines and the touchdowns will on come to you as stories secondhand.

I've always been fascinated by females. At a certain point I worked on simple friendships. This proved to be my first great evolution. Through these friendships I learned more that simple seduction and rampant gift buying could ever supply. I loved the moments I really dig in like Barbara Walters. By absorbing the mistakes and triumphs of other men I could quickly acquire the skills of much more experience man.

Over time I put what I learned to use. Some of the most important lessons. Be real with yourself and give the same to the person you share your time with. If I was in a relationship mood I simply stated so and life became much easier. Other times it was merely a matter of satisfying my cock's inner demon. Feeding the hunger. Sure it sounds like a dark situation, but as I found out as long as I explained it, of course in a much more respectful way, that my intentions were focused on pleasure in a respectful environment things improved that much more.

I was amazed how relaxed some of my female co-pilots were. Often times they wanted something very similar. In addition to all that, knowing they could trust that I would not be a braggart, things got much easier. I enjoy female company, but there is no sense in becoming a dastardly villain. Seriously guys, loose lips make for crossed legs. There are thousands of R&B songs on the topic for a reason. Keep it on the hush.

Hello, come in and make yourself comfortable.

I believe there is no point bullshitting when you respect your reader. Trust me, I've been in your spot. You read a profile name to get taste of what may be in store and you click. What do you find? Usually, CockAddict22 is talking about shopping and HugeDickHugh is going through a mid-life crisis. 1HornyPussy is gossiping and bitching about her kids. Boring.

This is a forum of anonymity, one where we can skip the aforementioned BS and get down to what is on our filthy little minds at their filthiest. Some are drawn to the site to share their physical imagery, and I thank each and every one of you. It takes bravery, and it's a bit naughty. I respect both.

Don't get me wrong there are some excellent blogs here and elsewhere on the net. I just felt that there isn't really anything like I'm looking for. A healthy dialog about sexuality, unfiltered, raw, and who knows, maybe a little titillating.

So as opposed to pictures, or videos, I offer you a view of my sexuality. Discretion and privacy are components merely because of my commitment to friends, family, and career. Otherwise, I invite you all to hit me up for some penetrating questions and answers.

Let us use this as a way to learn about the workings of the sexual mind. I hope that this will help some of you understand others, or possible yourselves.

I make no promise to provide a better way of life or speak from a position of superiority. I'm just a man with a very healthy appetite for women and pleasure. Sexuality is a layer of my existence I don't bury. I nurture it and seek to give it freedom. I'm uncertain where it will go, but curious as hell to find out.

In this journey there will be stories, and confessions. I ask that you respect me, if only for sharing. I will do my best to open up for the benefit of all involved with this little experiment.

Life is short, I aim to understand it, if only to fully live it.
So, have a seat, I invite you to ride along.