ASecretLife

Rod Butt Rest

2010-05-16T20:18:00.000-07:00

I was in Melbourne over the weekend and caught up for a drink with Sam, my ex. I had sent him this picture earlier in the day, I spotted it in a camping equipment store (don't ask.)

I sometimes wonder what I saw in Sam. If you take away the good looks, the charm, the agreeable masculinity, the great body.. what's left?

Sarah: Update (and not a great one either)

2010-05-08T02:27:00.000-07:00

As the one or two you who ever read this will remember, Sarah is the charming married woman I get together with once every couple of weeks (not the crazy married one, please try to stay with me on this). We started out fucking, but in the last 6 months or so we've stopped, and we just go have lunch and talk. She's very engaging.

She's filled in the gap by fucking other men. And, in most cases, telling me about it. Her husband found out a couple of weeks ago (unattended email account, domestic emergency...) and read all her emails. He asked her about me, as I was the first one, and we were still seeing each other, so she told him that these days when we catch up we just talk about food and grammar (if you know me, you'll know how exactly me this is) and this seemed to make it worse.

He called me on Thursday night, but luckily I was on a date (!!??!!) and couldn't talk. Then by Friday she'd talked him out of calling me again. He has, however, barred her from ever speaking to me again. Which is a shame, so we said our farewells.

I am a character in a book she wrote. I'm a bit arrogant but I talk her character into being blindfolded and felt up by a stranger. I like that bit - it happened.

It's in the stars...

2010-05-08T02:14:00.000-07:00

For those of you who've never been on gaydar, the way it works it that you set up a profile, you tick various boxes, maybe add a pic and off you go.

You can choose to hide the answers to various fields, or just put "rather not say", so sometimes you see profiles where the guy for whatever reason doesn't want to disclose, for example, his cock size, or whether he practices safe sex. Or whether he's a top or a bottom.

All of these things are actually pretty relevant, you'd think.

But what's really annoying is that the one thing you absolutely can't hide (and I've asked gaydar about this) is your star sign. I can think of a couple of things wrong with this:

it perpetuates the notion that gay men are like teenage girls. (In gaydar's defense, though, gay men are a bit like teenage girls - the only men's magazine you'll ever find a horoscope in is a gay men's magazine. If you don't believe me, go check. But I don't want to have sex with those men)
star sign isn't even an input, it's calculated from the date you give as your date of birth. And most people on any dating or sex site lie about their date of birth. Maybe it's just the year, but I know when I do it I just put in the easiest date I can in the right year (not the actual year, of course). So it ever were relevant, it wouldn't work here in most cases

Me, again.

2010-04-21T23:40:00.000-07:00

My niche, apparently.

2010-01-12T22:26:00.000-08:00

I haven't posted anything here for a while. I've been out of town for a few weeks (Melbourne) and didn't get up to much at all while I was down there. Mostly out of sheer exhaustion. But I did have one rather fun encounter.

I was staying at a friend's place and one afternoon I logged on to a gay cruising site (squirt, if you must know) and started chatting with a young man in his mid-20s who had a fairly particular thing he wanted. His fantasy, it turned out, was for him to be sitting in his apartment with the door unlocked. Then an older somewhat bossy man shows up. He gets on his knees and the older man sticks his cock in his mouth and then fucks his face. Then comes. And then leaves without saying anything.

As luck would have it, this young guy wasn't all that far from where I was staying. So I jumped in the car and went on over. I buzzed him from downstairs, he let me in. I climbed the stairs, expecting the worst (skinny guy? covered in tatts? piercings?). I pushed the door open and went in.

He was sitting on the couch, and seemed quite presentable. Just wearing shorts and a baseball cap (which I promptly took off and threw across the room). I know exactly what's required in these situations, so I grabbed his head and pushed it down onto my cock and started fucking him. Grunting a bit, telling him what to do. I have fantasies like this myself, of course, but I'm too fussy to let a complete stranger walk into my place and do something like that to me. And I couldn't do it with someone I'd met, it'd feel wrong somehow. But it does mean that I understand the dynamic quite well. I do get some vicarious pleasure out of it, knowing what it must feel like for the guy who's being fucked by a bossy stranger. But more than that, I've come to really enjoy being the bossy stranger.

Anyway. I came in his mouth. We gave each other a shy smile. Then I left. All very good fun.

Lawyer

2009-12-26T01:39:00.001-08:00

On one of the adult sites I'm on (and yes, there are quite a few... given my range of interests) there was a profile I rather liked. 32yo woman, not all that far from me, and with very little written in the profile. Less really is more, I find.

I messaged her, she messaged back. We shifted to msn. She was quite amusing and punchy on chat and I decided to overlook her use of 'lol'. She was, she told me, a lawyer. She asked me what I was doing on that site and I said I was looking for women who wanted to fuck around. I'm quite honest. I asked her, and the answer was a bit more complicated.

She said she'd only put a profile up because of her work; she was representing a guy who'd met someone on that site, and he'd ended up in a relationship and it'd all gone sour and they ended up in court. And she figured she needed to go on the site to see what was going on. Or something like that. I didn't quite believe her. We chatted for a few days then I suggested we meet for coffee.

I met her. She was tall and attractive and very nervous. I was the first person she'd met in this way and it showed. We had a coffee and a chat, and a couple of things she said made me pretty sure that we'd end up fucking before too long. I fixed her phone and she said something like 'now we have to have sex then', and it was kind of a joke but I think also a way for her to give herself a bit of a nudge.

After the coffee date we arranged to meet up two days later, in the evening, for some fun. But at the last minute she backed out. I wasn't too upset; I'd had a busy day and I wasn't all that horny. Also, I really did thing that she wasn't playing games - we really would end up fucking anyway.

Then on Tuesday afternoon I got a message from her. We were both going to be out of town from the following day for a couple of weeks so any conceivable cock-in-cunt action wasn't going to be til mid-January at the earliest. But she was wondering what I was up to right then. And the answer of course, was not much.

So she jumped in a cab and came over. The highlight was when we were having a mid-fuck break, the sort of thing where if we were smokers we'd be having a cigarette, and she asked me how old I was. I told her and she had a minor freakout. Then, when she'd calmed down we fucked again.

And Sarah.

2009-12-22T03:47:00.000-08:00

I'd sort of been avoiding fucking Sarah. It's complicated - I like spending time with her (more than with any of the other random people I fuck) and the sex is a bit prosaic. The last couple of times we've seen each other has been to do with food and I was sort of hoping that our friendship had somehow shifted, that we were more into eating than fucking.

I suggested to her that we have lunch one day at one of those superbly confrontational korean restaurants in Strathfield, which she agreed to. Then she called me back and asked whether our relationship was moving into some post-sexual phase. Which I think we both know would be a little uncomfortable, what with her being married and stuff. And by this I mean that it's perfectly fine for a happily-married woman to meet up with someone for sex every so often, but once there's no sex it's all a bit hollow and vaguely creepy.

One of the many things I like about Sarah is her use of language (we are quite alike in this) and she said that if our relationship was just about eating then that would be ok with her, but that her preference was "to go on all the rides".

I left it at lunch. Then a day before I realised that I was actually pretty horny so I told her to come over to my place instead. We fucked. Chatted. back to normal.

Booty Call!

2009-12-22T03:37:00.000-08:00

I was at home on Saturday evening (something always crops up... ) and I got a text from Judith. Judith, who I haven't fucked in quite a while. She was at a dinner party and was having a dreadful time and was thinking of feigning a migraine and going home. And she wanted to know if she could pick me up on the way, on the off-chance I was free....

So an hour later I'm at Judith's place fucking. It was lovely. I slept there too, for some reason we always sleep well together. She even drove me home on Sunday morning.

She's gone too far.

2009-12-22T03:25:00.000-08:00

A couple of weeks back Lisa messaged me, she wanted to know if I was free on the Thursday afternoon of that week for some fun with her and Steve. Of course I was. I put it in my calendar.

She had a work lunch on that day and she warned me she might be a bit under the weather when she showed up. And she certainly was - she's a good drunk though, funny, loud. But a bit messy. I got her warmed up, Steve showed up and we got busy.

After we finished Steve left, then I was due out for a drink with a couple of friends. She was in no state to drive (and she was quite put out that I was even considering going out - which made my blood run cold) and so I said she could stay at my place and hang out. I was only going to be an hour or so at drinks.

So I went across the road and had a drink with my friends and all the time I was there I had a niggling feeling that I shouldn't have left Lisa alone in my apartment. Last time I left a woman in my place it was Miss Difficult and she broke my bed. I still wonder how.

I got back to my place, flung open the door and there was Lisa, naked on my bed, typing furiously into my laptop. She'd logged onto msn as me and had chatted with a couple of people - she was in mid-conversation with a guy I play with sometimes and she thought it was all quite hilarious but I was livid. How dare she? I didn't shout or get all mean but I did get very polite and quick, which is what happens when I get angry.

I took her out for dinner. Why? Well, mostly because I wanted her to tell me what had happened, who she'd spoken to and whatnot. Then I sent her on her way.

A few days of silence then a very apologetic message. I'm never taking my eye off her again when she's in my place.

She came over yesterday and I gave her a very solid and superb fucking.

Watch and play.

2009-12-04T03:50:00.000-08:00

About a month ago I met a gay man who likes straight porn. His partner was away, we chatted a bit, and I ended up at his place and we watched his entire porn collection and had quite a bit of low-key fun with each other while we were doing it. It turned out he's like me - he likes talking about sex just about as much as doing it, so we were able to keep each other amused for a very long time. Watching porn, talking about what was going on in the porn, talking about real-life experiences, fantasies. Nice guy too, and handsome. And for a gay guy, very interested in women. We'll do it again when his partner's out of town again. But we'll need some more porn.

Anyway, I enjoyed this so much I changed my profile on a gay site I'm on to say:

I like hooking up with masculine guys for the usual man-on-man fun, but what I really like is watching straight porn with another guy. And playing too, of course.

And I got lots of guys messaging me. Some were bi guys, which I expected, but most of them were gay guys who like watching straight porn. Huh? Well, I suspect that if you're mostly gay but even just a little bit straight then straight porn's more appealing than gay porn, only because there's nothing really exotic or unattainable about gay porn - there's nothing you see in gay porn that you couldn't actually do just by rounding up a few guys.

Anyway. One guy messaged me this afternoon and I was about to respond with my usual "I'm not free right now, but maybe later next week" when I remembered that this was, in fact, something I rather like doing and the guy was only about 10 minutes' walk from my place and he said he had some great straight porn (2 or 3 guys, one girl, lots of ass fucking). So I went over.

Nice guy. Very handsome. Great body. We played around, watched some lucky girl get rather a lot of cock. We both came. We chatted a bit. I left.

Lovely afternoon at the seaside.

2009-12-04T03:39:00.000-08:00

Lisa came over on Tuesday and, as usual, I nearly texted her in the morning to tell her not to. I just wasn't feeling especially horny, for one thing. But also, I was vaguely resentful at the thought of having to come home at lunchtime (I really do have other things to do, you know) and because we're fucking every week it's starting to feel like a bit of an imposition.

I didn't text her to put her off though. I reminded myself that even though I wasn't all that horny first thing in the morning, by the time she showed up and was naked in my apartment I'd be fine. And I was. We didn't do anything especially fancy (no wet celery, eggbeaters, motorcycle helmet) but I did give her a very solid fucking. Front and back. When I'd fucked her last week I hadn't done her ass so I figured I owed her one. She takes a cock in her ass much better than I do.

Then yesterday as I was work I got a phone call from her. She was going to the beach and wondered if I wanted to come along for a quick swim. Now, this is slightly concerning. I have issues with Lisa and her mission creep - so long as we stick to fucking we're fine, but if I'm not careful we end up having lunch and whatnot and then she'll fall for me again. But then again, it was hot and sunny out and I was a bit bored. So I said yes and we went to the beach and had a swim, and she told me she'd seen Steve the previous day and gave me a nice detailed rundown on what she and he had been up to. Which I liked, of course. She said that even though Steve was lot of of fun to play with, he wasn't as much into actual fucking as I am.

That neighbor still really sucks.

2009-11-23T02:57:00.000-08:00

You may recall a couple of weeks ago I hooked up with a guy who lives just around the corner from me. And that his particular thing was that he likes to swallow come. He likes guys to show up at his place, he sucks their cocks, they come in his mouth, then they leave.

He and I have been chatting a bit and he's quite an interesting guy. But that's not really relevant here. We chatted earlier this evening and he asked me if I was feeling horny. The honest answer would have been 'not especially", but I figured that I should pay him a visit anyway. So after pilates (me and 3 women.... the instructor talking about pelvic foors, inner thighs, glutes and whatnot) I went over to the guy's place and, without either of us saying much, stuck my cock in his mouth.

He had some porn on, but it was pretty feeble.. a skinny guy being tag-teamed by two bigger guys, neither of whom were especially attractive. But it all worked. I came in his mouth. We chatted a little, I left. The whole thing was over in about 15 minutes.

Just superb, really.

2009-11-21T02:27:00.000-08:00

Thursday night I booked a hotel room, just around the corner from where I live. I was a little late so by the time I got there Lisa had checked in already and Steve was there with her. We chatted a little, then each had a little of the medication Lisa had thoughtfully brought with her, then Steve and I spent the next couple of hours fucking Lisa in every way we could imagine, punctuated by occasional bouts of man-on-man action. Including one bit where I fucked Steve while Lisa assisted.

Steve's a bit like me; he loves the idea of being fucked but finds the reality of it a bit challenging. He has an exceptionally tight ass. He left after a couple of hours and Lisa and I kept going, with a break for a swim at the hotel's rooftop pool. And a pizza - a remarkably good pizza too, as it happens.

Then a fitful sleep.

Al Fresco

2009-11-20T13:40:00.000-08:00

I had to escape from Sydney for a few days a couple of weeks ago, and it was all very last-minute. So I hired a car and drove up the coast, almost as far as the Queensland border. And I discovered that being away from Sydney made me really miss Sydney, so all in all it was a useful trip. And I even tried sea-kayaking.

While I was up north I stumbled on a nude beach. And when I say 'stumbled on', what I really mean is that I cross-referenced a google search with some listings on a gay cruising site and found some. As opposed to, say, going to a beach and discovering it was full of naked people.

You may be shocked to know that I've only been to a nude beach once before all this, but I liked it a lot. Partly, of course, because there were lots of naked men there, and I was naked too. But mostly because it felt strangely liberating to be in the water with no clothes on. Why only once? I just don't go to the beach much anyway, for the most part. I grew up in Melbourne, which doesn't really have a beach culture, and I spent my formative years indoors. Which also explains why I have (apparently) nice skin.

So there was the beach itself, and then, as I was very carefully reading the listing on the gay cruising site, there was a lake on the road back from the beach which was a well-known cruising site. This whole outdoor hook-up thing isn't something I've done much at all (except, oddly enough, in Tel Aviv... and once in London) but I've been getting very keen on the idea. So, of course, I went.

As you drive to the beach, the last mile or so is a dirt track, and halfway along the track you come along a half-dozen or so cars parked by the side of the read. There's no apparent reason for people to stop there, let alone park; it's in the middle of scrubland, a half-mile from the beach. So, I was thinking to myself, they must be up to something. I do love this.

So I got out of my car, and, wearing my swimmers, a shirt and flipflops, walked along an unmarked track into the scrubby bush. A couple of hundred yards along I came to a small lake, and I could see one or two guys just sort of standing around. And as I walked around, there were more guys just hanging out. Now, I love this part of it. Guys stand around, or walk around slowly. Most guys try to look very nonchalant, as though they'd just picked this very spot in the bush to go for a bit of a stroll, but at the same time we all know exactly why we're here. And this purposeful wandering about is half the fun... a bit of eye contact here, maybe a guy rubs his cock through his shorts as you look at each other, then maybe you get the sense that someone's following you, but it's done in a way that's not so obvious, so you have the choice of slowing down ('yes') or speeding up ('no').

So what happened? Any action? Well, the best bit was at one point I followed a solidly-built guy in his mid30s and by the time I reached him he has his shorts down around his knees and his cock out and hard. Nice cock too. I sucked his cock for a while and he slid my swimmers down, and of course a couple of other guys showed up and were watching (which I love, as you know). I was half-hoping one of the other guys would join in but they were all a bit shy. The guy then said he wanted to fuck me, and started to think about how hot it would be to be fucked outdoors with a couple of guys watching (and I haven't been fucked in quite a while) but by then the watchers had dispersed and I hesitated.. and the moment was gone.

I went back the next day and had some more fun, and it's gotten me very keen on the whole thing. But I find myself wishing there were a straight equivalent... some park or beach somewhere where women were hanging out, half-naked, playing with themselves, looking for a bit of furtive nasty action. But that doesn't happen. And this is what I love about gay sex. While I'm sure it can be tender and loving and affirming and all that, it also can be exquisitely sleazy.

Nutter.

2009-11-18T01:56:00.000-08:00

I'm on some adult dating site where I periodically trawl for fuckbuddies, and my profile now is quite gruff:
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About me:
Mid-40s, decent, sensible guy living in inner Sydney. Easy-going, imaginative, adventurous. In good shape and looking for casual fun. Ideally not just a one-off, I like exploring.

Please note :I'm not really looking for someone for walks on the beach or snuggling up to watch DVDs. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course.

I am looking for:
Someone who's sane, articulate, adventurous and doesn't have lots of tattoos. That should narrow it down nicely.

There was a woman on there today who sounded a bit flaky but possibly fun, so I sent her a nice little email. And I got this back.. I'm still not sure what to make of it (but I do know that the likelihood of the two of us meeting up and having any kind of agreeable fun is zero, for various reasons).

Hi J, thank you for the message. I, 2 am not after anything serious, well not in a relationship anyway!! However very serious in having a great time!!! I love to dance, both on a dance floor and on a decent male/female. I am not a lesbian as I love cock!!! But bi curious??? I believe I'm at my sexual peak. Actually have been since I was 12. So yeah! May be we could go out for a dance sometime and then dance some more???? Sensible??? What really is sensible?? Party hard, Fuck hard!! Read your profile, I see you 2 are bi curious. Baby!! cum to mumma!! Promise I'll be gentle with you, have 12 cocks 4 you to chose from. Love to give. By the way, I'm a top not a bottom!!!! XXX S

This woman is, apparently, 42 years old. Amazing. 16 exclamation points, 12 question marks.

A lovely surprise.

2009-10-28T22:18:00.001-07:00

Lisa came up to my place around midday and she's been very horny all week and said she wanted it a bit rough, so I told her that when she came in there was to be no talking, no joking.. just straight into it.

So when she arrived I bundled her into the living room and started in on her from behind, playing with her breasts, undressing her, being a bit more forceful than usual (which I could tell, when I got to her cunt, was working nicely). Then I blindfolded her and teased her some more, spanked her ass, slapped her breasts a bit, used the riding crop on her (not with any great force, it's more a sensory thing). By this stage she was naked, standing up but bent forward, elbows resting on the bench, legs spread, still blindfolded. And she was pretty worked up.

Then, the surprise! There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and there, of course, was my friend Matt. He and I didn't say anything to each other but as I showed him into my place he saw her there, naked, facing away from us, and as Matt took his clothes off I spread her legs to show him her pussy and ass.

I'll leave out the blow-by-blow, as usual. But she kept the blindfold on the whole time. I fucked her, he fucked her. I fucked her ass. We both fucked her. DP. She noticed that he had a big cock (a bit longer than average length, and quite thick) and she even took it in her ass like a trooper. A really superb job, I thought. After we were done she took the blindfold off and I introduced them, we lay around chatting and congratulating ourselves then Matt went back to work and Lisa and I headed out for a well-deserved lunch.

Quite a good idea, I thought.

2009-10-27T00:26:00.000-07:00

I had an idea this afternoon, and I sent an email to Lisa:

I don't know if this would tickle your fancy, but let me know what you think.

I was chatting with a friend the other day. He's a guy I've known for a while, nice guy. Gay, in a relationship. But he used to fuck women and he's still very straight-curious, and he watches straight porn and whatnot. He loves seeing women being fucked. Cunt and ass. He's in his early 50s, but very handsome and in good shape.

So I started thinking about a scenario where I take you to his place (or you come to mine, and he's there). Maybe you're blindfolded, maybe you're not. But I undress you and show off to him all the pertinent bits. He's certainly familiar with asses (he's gay) but he hasn't seen tits or cunt in a while, except in porn. After that.. maybe I give a demonstration of what to do with a cunt (insert penis, as you may recall, that usually works). Maybe he joins, maybe he watches...

Just a thought. Not even sure he'd do it, I haven't asked. But you know how my mind works...

Another neighbor really sucks.

2009-10-22T01:21:00.000-07:00

When Lisa came over yesterday I got distracted. I'd been quite agreeably worked up, fucking her hard, and then had fucked her ass as well. But at some point, quite suddenly, I went from being incredibly aroused to being.. well, not aroused at all. I didn't come.

Then, this morning Sarah came over and I fucked her. But it was a fairly desultory affair and I didn't come then either; we went out for lunch instead. So by this afternoon when I got home I was quite superbly horny.

What to do? I went on to a gay cruising site looking for.. well.. I don't know what. But I did know that when I'm as horny as that I often end up too fussy for my own good.. every guy who messages me, I think to myself "yes, he's hot.. and fun.. but what if someone better messages me in a few minutes...?", it's that whole thing about the perfect being the enemy of the good.

I'd been chatting with a guy who lives nearby who rather likes guys to drop by his place, he gets on his knees, sucks their cocks, they come in his mouth, then they leave. And it occurred to me that that might be just what I need.

So I went over and did just that. Nice guy, as it happens. Stocky but not fat, 40ish. Quite masculine. Nice apartment. Seemed to have something to do with the movie business, judging from a quick scan of his bookshelves as I was fucking his mouth (I did that porny thing where I held his head still and just fucked him - we both liked that).

She's going to rub it off, eventually.

2009-10-21T05:15:00.000-07:00

Lisa today was telling me that she's been extremely horny all week, and in the morning after her husband's gone off to work she masturbates. Then masturbates again, and again. Sometimes it takes her an hour to get out of the house. She said that she sometimes doesn't even turn her vibrator off after she's come, because she knows she'll want to do it again almost immediately.

It's much easier being a man, of course. Once is fine. And in fact, even as I'm still ejaculating I'm starting to think of what to do next, it's nice to have a bit of mental clarity. (This also happens to me when I'm fucking.)

Lisa and me .. and then this other bloke shows up

2009-10-21T00:10:00.001-07:00

Lisa came over today, and even before I started in on her she told me that she's been thinking a lot lately about being tied up.

I said "I have some stuff", which she said I had already told her before (she remembers every conversation we've had, apparently.. but I do that with Claire too). So I dragged my bag of what Sam used to call my 'mountaineering equipment' out of the closet and showed her the ropes. And the cuffs and whatnot. I couldn't tell whether she wanted to be tied up right then and there, but I wasn't in the mood. It's rather a lot of work and I haven't done it for ages.

I did, however, remember that I'd bought some of that double-sided bondage tape and I got that out and told her I'd never used it. And when I saw how her eyes lit up I suggested we could try (which was really just for me.. one day I'll have to use this stuff and I'll need to have at least a rough idea how it works). She put her arms out, wrists crossed in front of her and I rather inexpertly taped her up. And sure enough, she couldn't get out. I felt her up a bit while she was restrained, just as a bit of a teaser, but then released her and we had some very agreeable fun.

She had, at the start, before any of this told me about a fantasy that's been consuming her. The idea is roughly like this: she's at my place. She's blindfolded, possibly tied up or somehow restrained. And naked. Then there's a knock on the door. It's another guy... I let him in, he fucks her while I watch. Or maybe I join in. Then he goes.

Those of you with very good memories may remember that I nearly got this exact situation going with Harriet. It's a real favorite of mine. And the sort of thing I'd do all the time if I were a woman. (And it's probably a good thing that I'm not.)

I have a couple of possible candidates for this.

Who?

2009-10-13T04:16:00.000-07:00

I sometimes go on cam on one of the adult sites I'm on. It's usually when I'm playing piano, or working or something, and I have the cam so that you can see my face and my upper body and not much else. And I leave it on while I do whatever it is that I'm doing, to see what washes up on the shore.

I can tell if people are watching me. It's often guys, but sometimes I get women. And once in a while, one of them will message me. And as often as not, if I get a message from a woman, it's someone who is (according to her profile) in her mid-20s, is horny and will do anything. And the message? Usually something like "show me your cock", or sometimes just "show cock".

I know that when it's something like this it's really a 50yo man with a bad combover. But I ask "do you have a cam? I need to see you to make sure you're not a guy", and they invariably respond with something along the lines they had a cam but it's broken and they'll get one next week, but in the meantime can they please see my cock...?

To which the answer is, of course, no. But what's fun about this is that if some 50yo man did message me and asked to see my cock there's a decent chance I'd oblige anyway.

Sam and Chris; Kate, Lisa and Keiko.

2009-10-07T05:40:00.000-07:00

I was away for a week (after the pilot thing) and only got back on Sunday. I didn't get up to any mischief while I was away - the closest I got was going out one night with Sam and a couple of his friends. We went to a gay bar (well, gay-ish.. the Railway Hotel in Chapel St, on a Sunday night) and I realised that there were only 2 guys there I fancied at all. One was Sam (of course), and another was his friend Chris. As we were leaving, Chris said to me very quietly "you smell like a mechanic", and when I looked a little startled he quickly added that it was a good thing.

I stayed at Sam's that night, but there's no hanky-panky. Even when we were in a relationship the sex was a little strained and awkward. Which surprised me, as he's exactly the sort of guy I go for. He's like me.

I've made up for lost time since I've been back. Monday I saw Kate, then on Tuesday Lisa came over. Then tonight Keiko. Three women in three days, which is quite good if you're keeping score (as I clearly am at some level).

Pilot... pic

2009-10-06T21:26:00.001-07:00

My recent acquaintance, the Pilot, took some pics of me. Here's one.

Pilot.

2009-10-05T02:42:00.000-07:00

I was chatting with a guy a couple of weeks ago on a gay site, and he had a rather intriguing proposition. He was in his early 50s, straightforward and articulate, and according to the pics on his profile was in good shape. He said he was a voyeur. We chatted a bit and worked out a plan.

So one day last week he came up to my place. He came in, and without either of us saying anything much, sat on a chair and watched as I undressed and started to masturbate. He was wearing a suit and was quite handsome, and as I played with my cock he kept encouraging me - asking me to change positions, do various things. All of which I was very happy to oblige. I'm an exhibitionist - but I'm a shy exhibitionist. I like to be asked.

We'll do it again.

Size

2009-09-24T13:19:00.000-07:00

On the same site where I'd run into Kate, I saw a profile that piqued my interest. A 40yo woman who didn't say a lot except that she liked guys who were bi, and that she was looking for someone to fool around with. I messaged her, she called me.. we met last night.

I'll call her Keiko, she's Japanese. We had a drink and a chat and got on famously and then she asked "So, what do you want to do with me?", which I rather liked. I wasn't really in the mood to do anything last night, mostly on account of my having spent the better part of the afternoon fucking Lisa, so I said we should meet up when I get back from Melbourne. Which will be a week.

After I'd left I sent her a nice text saying that it had been a pleasure to meet her and that I was looking forward to having some fun and she sent me one back which I liked a lot...

Likewise. You've got a nice relaxed vibe, and nice hard biceps. I like your size. We're gonna have a good time. Call me when you're back.

Neighbor really sucks.

2009-09-22T00:41:00.001-07:00

I had a houseguest most of last week and I couldn't really get out and about much. But I did notice that in the mornings my houseguest would get up at about 9 each morning, and usually by then I'd been out for a run, read the paper, had coffee and whatnot.

So I put a listing on a gay cruising website. Bear in mind that my neighborhood is the second-gayest in the whole country and it's teeming with attractive men who like other men. My listing?

Anyone feel like sucking my cock or being fucked tomorrow or thurs (16th, 17th) around 7am? I have houseguests, it's the only chance I have to get out and about. Your place, not mine. Masc mid40s bi guy here. 6" cut cock. Nothing fancy.. I just show up, we play, then I go.

I put this up on the Tuesday night. And I got quite a few responses, including one from a guy who lives in the building directly across the street from me. He gave me his apartment number and I said I'd be there at 7.

Sure enough, the next morning I rang the bell for his apartment. He buzzed me in and I went up to his floor. The door to his apartment was unlocked, as we'd discussed. I had a very cursory look around as I took my flipflops off (I'm all class, I know) and went into the bedroom. He was feigning sleep, which I rather liked. We both knew that it was completely unrealistic for him to be asleep; he'd only a minute earlier buzzed me into the building, but it's the thought that counts.

He half-opened his eyes as I slid my shorts down and got my cock out. He was, as I expected, about 10 years older and not as buff as he'd made out in his profile but in a way I quite liked that. I don't like guys being hotter than me, it unnerves me a little.

He sucked my cock, I came in his mouth (which he'd said he liked.. I don't fancy it much) then I hastily pulled my shorts up and thanked him and we had a chat about the new owners of the coffee shop next to my building and then I left.

Appropriate

2009-09-20T14:18:00.000-07:00

I was messaged a week or so ago on an adult site by a woman I'm going to call Kate. According to her profile she was 40, divorced, adventurous and just looking for like-minded playmates. She also likes bi men. Perfect! We messaged back and forth for a day then arranged to meet up for a drink.

We had a drink and a chat. She was easy to talk to, easy on the eye and was in good shape. We chatted amiably for a while then I excused myself and left. We'd arranged to meet for a drink and we'd had a pleasant half hour and I figured that having a longer drink wasn't going to do anything for me (she had a real drink, I had something non-alcoholic).

As I was walking away I sent her a text to the effect that it had been nice meeting her and that i was looking forward to playing. She shot one back immediately: "What are you doing tomorrow?". Part of what makes Kate an interesting proposition is that she's like me, she's free a lot during the day.

So I sent one back "I'm free around lunchtime. Fucking?" I do love to be blunt, as you know.

She came back: "I was thinking lunch, actually. Perhaps followed by sex if you behaved appropriately. "Fucking" isn't my thing..."

I nearly lost it at this point. We'd met on an adult site, where she'd approached me. We'd met for a drink. We'd talked about sex quite a bit. She'd asked me if I was free the next day... and now she's being a princess about it? We'd have lunch, then she'd make some call about whether I'd behaved appropriately (and given that we'd met on an adult site, what exactly is appropriate? In her profile it says she likes bondage and anal sex). And then if I got over that hurdle we could get around to me getting my cock in her ass but we can't call it fucking?

I calmed down a bit and suggested a venue for lunch. I pointed out that it was very close to my place, and that if we both behaved appropriately we could go back to mine.

We had lunch. Then back to my place. I fucked her. Not sure we'll do it again.

Lisa calms down

2009-09-20T14:05:00.000-07:00

Lisa appears to have calmed down. We've fucked twice since last I wrote about her and both times were uncomplicated. And hot.

It may be too much to ask for, but I like it exactly the way it is now.

MMMMMMF

2009-08-25T19:25:00.000-07:00

Late in the week I got a message from my friend Paul (the cop), wanting to know if I was free Sunday morning. I was, I replied, and asked what the deal was.

He knows a guy, he told me, who knows a woman who has a fantasy about being fucked by 3 or 4 men at once. And Sunday was her birthday and the guy was trying to organise it. Well, as you can imagine, I liked that idea a lot.

So on Sunday morning I went over to Pauls' place. When I arrived there woman in question was there with her friend (a nice guy, mid40s). There was Paul, me and two other guys, then another guy showed up. Paul had invited 6 guys on the basis that half of them wouldn't show up, but in the end we all turned up. We chatted for a bit then Paul's friend took the woman into the bedroom, then came out a minute later saying she was ready, or words to that effect.

She was lying on the bed, face-down with her ass raised a bit (pillow under her hips) and her legs spread. We were all still in the living-room, looking at her through the open door. The guys all looked at each other like they didn't know what to do, which does happen in these situations. I had taken my shoes off earlier, and within a matter of seconds I was naked (I'm not shy) and went in and started playing with her pussy while the other guys watched, then I slid a condom on and started fucking her. The other guys all wandered in and watched, then I asked whether anyone wanted to take over.

Anyway. We all took turns fucking her. She came a lot. It was great fun. She loved it. Afterwards Paul told me that the guy who'd brought her was his boss. Which is, when you think about it, kind of hot.

Queasy

2009-08-25T19:05:00.000-07:00

I was thinking about this latest thing with Lisa (she loves me, she said) and what to do about it. My first instinct is to run. That's also my second and probably my third instinct as well.

But over the last day or two I've started to think that maybe I'm being too hasty. I've never given her any reason to think that our "relationship" extends past fucking and the occasional lunch. And I've been careful not to do anything to give her any impression that it means anything more to me. So if she's unable to compartmentalise, then that's her problem.

She came over this morning. We talked a bit. She said I'd been behaving strangely since our discussion (it was really a monologue; I didn't say anything) on Friday. I explained that I'd been freaked out, and that what I wanted was to have things back to how they were. And that, as for us, it is what it is.

Then I fucked her. I'm feeling slightly queasy about the whole thing.

How married women really should do this.

2009-08-23T05:35:00.000-07:00

As I was dealing with this horrible new development in the Lisa situation I got a text from Sarah (who, you may recall is the other married woman I'm fucking):

Husband just left. Am now free-ish til Sunday afternoon. Any free time? PS very horny

That's more like it! So she came over yesterday (Saturday) around lunchtime. We fucked, then lay about in the bed for an hour or two talking, as we do. And with Sarah, unlike Lisa, I don't feel anxious or worried. Sarah's very good at compartmentalising, she's like a man. I told her the latest on the Lisa saga and she reminded me that I'd told her that when I'd first met Lisa I'd been quite uneasy about her. I really do tell Sarah everything.

We lazed about in my bed for a couple of hours, which we punctuated by eating some lovely vietnamese rice-paper rolls she'd picked up on the way. I pointed out to her that being in bed with a naked woman, eating really good rice-paper rolls on a lazy saturday afternoon was close to nirvana. I don't know how it is for her, but for me the lazing about, the talk about food, sex and english usuage and travel is actually better than the sex. It's not inconceivable that she feels the same way.

Maybe it's like this: we enjoy each other's company a lot. But if we met and didn't have sex it'd feel weird, like we'd crossed some boundary. We're using the fucking as an excuse to hang out together.

But I have to contrast this with the Lisa debacle. Sarah and I are very fond of each other but I think we both know that our 'relationship' is a very constrained thing. We exist in a nice little private bubble when we're together, but when we're not together, there's nothing. It's lovely!

More Lisa. And the bit where it all goes haywire.

2009-08-23T05:18:00.000-07:00

Lisa's been very keen to have some sort of MMF thing where the other guy's bi (Dave was straight) and she'd met a guy we'll call Steve who seemed to fit the bill nicely. He was in his early 30s, she and he had fucked a couple of times and he was very keen to try stuff with another guy (me). But because of his job - and, I suspect, general unreliability - we'd never been able to plan it.

Then out of the blue, late last week I got a message from Lisa asking if I was free on Friday night for some fun with her and Steve. And as luck would have it, I was indeed free that night.

So late Friday afternoon I showed up at a hotel room. Steve was a very agreeable surprise; early 30s, quite blokey, solid build, nice face. We sat around for a few minutes then started in. I'll leave out most of the details (nothing you haven't seen in porn) but I will mention one highlight, the bit where I fucked Steve while Lisa watched. Actually, she was sucking his cock and watching in the mirror. He had a very tight ass and it wasn't easy, for either of us. After a couple of minutes he gave me a discreet hand-signal to the effect that he'd had enough, and I stopped. She didn't notice. Oh, and another guy showed up. Tom, a friend of Steve's. He was left out a bit; when I was comparing notes afterwards with Lisa it turned out that neither of us had fancied him. So he ended up just watching a lot.

And then it all went strange. We finished. It was about 10pm and I was exhausted. I'd had a busy day and the fucking had taken a lot out of me. I wanted to go home. Lisa suggested she come back to my place on the way back to hers for a 'de-brief'. Not a bad idea, I though. It's fun after something like that to compare notes.

But in the cab on the way to my place she started musing about why I hadn't asked her anything about the problems she'd been having with her husband (which I'd heard a bit about on Tuesday, when I was fucking her at my place at lunchtime). And the reason I didn't, of course, is because I'm quite keen to maintain separation. We are, after all, just fuckbuddies. I don't want to get involved in her domestic drama, that's entirely her business. But after we got back to place it started to get worse...

We were sitting on the couch. I was almost comotase. And she started wondering whether I had the same feelings for her as she had for me.. and that those feelings she was having were something to do with 'love'. I can't remember exactly what she said but I do remember the L-word coming out and in my mind there were alarms going off, bells ringing, ducks falling down out of the ceiling and I was frozen. I was too tired to speak, but even if had been able to speak I would have been rendered silent. Then she said she hoped she hadn't freaked me out. Aaaaarghhhh!

I haven't spoken to her since.

I do love a good booty call.

2009-08-23T05:03:00.000-07:00

After the Night of Many Men (well, two men) I was interstate for a week and half and didn't really get up to much. I arrived back in Sydney late last Sunday night and as I was checking my emails and whatnot I logged onto MSN and was immediately chatted by Judith. She was at home, had had half a bottle of wine, her kids were at her ex-husband's and she was, she said, horny as hell. This is all about 11 o'clock on a Sunday night, and she wanted me to come over. My first instinct was to say no - which is what she expected, some variation on "too tired" or "too late' - but then I realised I was pretty horny too, so I said I'd be over in 20 minutes.

I suggested to her that what might be fun was that I should bring a blindfold, and she should leave the door unlocked. She should lie on the bad, facedown, half-naked. I'd come in quietly and without saying anything blindfold her and start ravishing her. And we'd go from there. I'd always known she was up for that sort of thing but we'd never done anything like that. She loved it, of course.

She told me she'd leave the front door unlocked, and that I should be able to open the front gate myself. Great...

I got there and discovered that I couldn't reach through the gate to turn the handle, so I had to rung her doorbell. There was a wait, then Judith saying "your hands are too big, aren't they?", and then by the time I'd got in to her place we both had the giggles. No blindfold, but lovely fucking.

Then, as usual the tug-of-war. We were having the usual post-coital cuddle (I can tolerate this. My mind wanders but I know they like it.) Then I said "I have to go" and of course she wanted me to stay the night but I'd been away from my place for a week and a half and I was very keen to wake up in my own bed, alone. She always does this and it annoys me. But this time I'd been a bit cunning. Instead of getting a cab over I'd picked up a car from the car-share pod just near my place and I'd only booked it for two hours. So I had to go.

The next day I got a text. She's figured out a way around the gate and big hands problem and wants to do the ravished-in-blindfold thing on Wednesday.

Lisa. Second night.

2009-08-23T04:49:00.000-07:00

We had been planning the next night for a while, a couple of weeks at least. Lisa had a fantasy (and I'm partly to blame for this, I know) of being the center of attention for a few guys, and she decided that this second night her husband was going to be away was going to be the Night of Many Men.

But as these things often turn out, it's hard coordinating more than two or three people, so in the end it was just me, Lisa and a guy we'll call Dave. Lisa had met him on the same site she'd met me and she and Dave had fucked a couple of times, and he was keen on the idea. So on the night in question, after Lisa and I had had dinner (she cooked again) and we'd had a bit of a warmup, there was a knock on the door and there he was. Quite nice too.... about 6' tall, handsome, friendly faced late 30s guy.

He and I chatted a bit while Lisa fussed around and we got on nicely. Then we all sat on the couch and... well, just sat there for a while until Lisa broke the ice by reminding us that we were all there for fucking. I'll fast-forward a bit here (you had to be there) and then all of sudden we're in the bedroom and Lisa's experiencing double penetration for the first time. Me in her ass, of course. Then, a little while later, after I'd gone out to the kitchen to stretch and to get a beer (I'm such a bloke when I'm doing this sort of stuff) I came back to find Dave fucking her in the ass quite hard with his rather thick cock, and she was moaning and going cross-eyed and whatnot. I gave her a hit of the poppers I'd thoughtfully brought along and she took that cock like a gay man, I was impressed.

Dave came (on her back, porn-style) and then after we'd had a bit of chit-chat, left. I took up where he'd left off, then we both slept very soundly indeed.

Lisa. First night.

2009-08-18T05:15:00.000-07:00

The week before last Lisa's husband went away interstate for a couple of days. The first night I went over to her place, she cooked me dinner, we had some coke and then had some fairly uninspired sex. Then, as we were having a post-coital drink and I was grinding my teeth from the very speedy coke, I remembered that she'd said her husband was a real pot-head.

I smoke pot about once a year and it makes me all paranoid and antisocial, but for some reason I was keen to have some right then and there. She ferreted around in his desk and found some and I had a very small amount (it's much stronger than the stuff I used to smoke when I was a teenager) and it had the usual effect. I became withdrawn, anxious, unable to speak. But at the same time, very sensitised to music and a bit peckish.

Then the strangest thing happened. She was lying next to me on the couch, and in a split second I went from silent paranoia to extreme horniness. I don't think I've ever had this before; I had an almost uncontrollable urge to fuck her and within what seemed like about 2 seconds I had my pants down around my ass and I had my cock in her and it was as though I had become my cock. The whole thing took us both a bit by surprise. I'm wondering whether the pot did some of it. I know it makes me very disconnected from people, maybe that's what it was. It made me selfish.

We carried on in this vein for a while, then collapsed on the bed, spent. We slept well together.

A rake, a feather and a telephone directory

2009-08-18T05:13:00.000-07:00

Someone stumbled on this blog by typing

milf wine bottle collar blindfold uk

into google. Amazing....

Busy Day

2009-07-30T15:15:00.001-07:00

And in amongst all this I managed to have sex with a man and a woman on Sunday. Not at the same time though.

The man's a guy I've been chatting with for a while on a gay site. He's gay and has a partner and whatnot but he's straight-curious. Which I love. I'm surprised how many gay men I know watch straight porn. In his case, he still quite fancies women but he hasn't had sex with a woman in 15 years. I think it's because if you're somewhere in the middle it's quite easy to just dive headlong into the gay world, it's easy to make friends, it's ludicrously easy to find casual sex, and the whole thing with women seems too hard.

His partner, he told me, is very similar. I mentioned them to Lisa, something along the lines that there's two horny gay-ish men who havent had sex with a woman since the early 1990s but are very keen to try again and it'd be fun. She loves the idea, of course. Damn she's fun.

Anyway, I went over to this guy's place on Sunday morning. His partner wasn't there (thay have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy about fucking around) and we undressed and sat on the couch and watched some straight porn. He and I have similar tastes, as we discovered when we were chatting. We both love seeing a woman with two or three guys. And then I fucked him. My original idea was that he was going to fuck me but his cock was way too thick.

All very good fun. And then as I left his place (this is about 930 sunday morning) I turned the corner and ran into my best friend, who was talking one of his kids for a walk. "What are you doing?" he asked, preplexed. And then nodded, realising I wasn't going to answer. Now he's pretty sure I'm fucking one of his neighbors.

Then that evening Judith came over. I hadn't seen her in a while. We had dinner then I fucked her.

Ow!

2009-07-30T15:03:00.000-07:00

I had a new friend over last night, and I of course use the word "friend" very loosely here. Her name's Lily and we've been chatting online and on the phone for a couple of weeks. She's around 40 and seems refreshingly normal. She told me that what she really wants is to be a sex slave (her exact words). And when she's been in relationships she's not wanted to bring it up in case it weirded the guy out - and also because she didn't want to have to ask for it. All of which I sort of understand.

We chatted quite a bit and I liked her. She's direct, articulate, funny. She's just after a bit of fun once in a while and doesn't want anything more than that. Perfect! She came over last night.

I proposed my favorite setup to her and she agreed. She came up to my apartment, changed (she wanted to wear some special outfit instead of her work clothes, which I agreed to) and then put on the blindfold I had left out (and, I noticed, the collar too.. good girl!) and then I came out where I'd been hiding and started to explore her.

It was all going great. Then.... pretty much at the exact moment she came my lower back went into spasm. I've not really had back problems before, but this week's been a bit iffy and with all the excitement of playing with her I'd somehow managed to bend over and twist or something.

I hobbled around for a while, she massaged my lower back, I did some stretches.. then we sat on the couch chatting as we finished the bottle of wine she'd thoughtfully brought. And I sent her off. We'll do this again. But now that we've chatted a lot (and I really do like her) it's going to be harder to objectify her. I'm sure I'll manage.

Search me.

2009-07-30T15:00:00.000-07:00

As you know, I'm unhealthily interested in how people find this blog. Especially if it's as a result of a google search. In the last 24 hours I've had three people arrive here via google. And here's the search terms...

"tie her" "suck my cock all night"
married woman's secret sex life blog
i fucked lisa and she's married

Superb!

Curtains.

2009-07-29T06:09:00.000-07:00

I had dinner tonight with Claire. Lovely, exquisite Claire. Who's just broken up with her boyfriend for the second time. I've never met him, luckily enough.

We both ordered the beef cheeks and it occurred to me, not for the first time, that 'beef cheeks' sounds vaguely rude and I spent a second or two working out why.

It's about half-way between "butt cheeks" and "beef curtains".

One of each.

2009-07-29T05:37:00.001-07:00

I had lunch with Sarah on Friday, then quickly scuttled back to my apartment to get ready. Ready for what? I can almost hear you ask. Well, you may remember she and I had cooked up a plan. She'd been chatting with some guy online who was kind of curious about doing stuff with another guy. And in particular, wanted to try sucking cock and being fucked. While a woman watched. And the guy (this just gets better) is mid-40s and married. She, of course, thought of me.

So as I went back to my place, she went off to meet him. Lance, his name is. (Or rather, isn't. But for our purposes right here it is.) She brought him up to my place and introduced us. "This is Lance", she said to me, "and he wants to be fucked." My initial impression was pretty favorable. He's mid 40s, quite handsome, nicely-dressed and with a good body.

I got him to stand still while I walked around him slowly, touching him, checking him out. Feeling his ass and whatnot. Sarah sat on the couch and watched. He was getting a nice hardon. I got him to whip his cock out and it was very nice - average length, but nice and thick. Then I made him kneel and told him to suck my cock and, as he started, gave him pretty specific feedback on how he was doing it. Men, even if they've never sucked cock before, do it well.

Then after a while I took him into the bedroom and got him up on all fours on the bed. Sarah sat on the bed next to me and watched. I lubed him up and slid my finger into his ass. Very tight! I told them both that once I'd been with a married couple where the deal was that I was going to fuck the husband for his first time while she watched, but I could tell almost straight away that he'd had cock in his ass before. His secret was safe with me, I didn't say anything.

I had a decent hardon, but not enough to get my cock into his very tight ass (I tried and failed a couple of times). I cast around for something to do that would get me nice and hard but in the end that distraction was enough. I got my cock in and started fucking him, and I was agreeably surprised at how well he took it. Like a man, as I later told Sarah.

After a few minutes of fucking him I - predictably - got bored. We lay on the bed for a while, chatting. Sarah and I are quite similar, and when I said to her later in an email that the more he talked the less I liked him she said I hit the nail on the head. It was slightly awkward - I'd arranged with Sarah that after I'd fucked him and he'd left, I'd fuck her. (Her idea.) But she hadn't actually told him that. And we were both, as we discussed later, trying to figure out a way to gracefully ease him out so we could finish it off. We chatted for a while, then he seemed to realise that he was, in fact, the third wheel, and he left. I sorted Sarah out then we lay in bed chatting for ages.

We were talking about anal sex - probably because she'd just seen me fucking Lance. I'd fucked Sarah in the ass once, her one and only time of having anal. She thought it was so-so. I told her that I thought it was great that she was willing to try it (she even suggested it) but it that I could tell at the time that it wasn't doing much for her. Some woman, I told her, just adore it.

Al Fresco

2009-07-23T05:09:00.000-07:00

Lisa came over and we went out for lunch, then had a walk along the harbour. There weren't many people around (it was cold today) so we stopped partway. She took her jeans and panties off and I got down behind her and fucked her for a little while but I wasn't really into it - it was cold, the rocks were hurting my knees, I kept imagining that I could hear people coming. So we stopped.

Lisa and compliments.

2009-07-21T13:18:00.000-07:00

Lisa came over yesterday and we fucked. We have a running joke that we have to keep meeting up and having sex until we get it right, and so after every session we have a little mock-discussion about how it was good but that there's still some way to go, there are still areas for improvement and whatnot. But it really was superb.

Afterwards we lay in bed for a while, then got some lunch and went down to the little park by the harbour and ate and then lay on the grass in the sunshine. Sydney, for all its crassness and corruption and sheer incompetence, is breathtakingly beautiful if you happen to live in one of the nice bits. As I do.

She said I don't take compliments at all well. And I know, too, that the fact that I don't compliment her much seems to annoy her. (Oona once took me to task for never saying that she looked nice, but the reality was that she just didn't look nice and I can't just say stuff for the sake of it.) My issue with Lisa and compliments is, I think, that I'm always a bit worried that she's getting too attached, and so when she says something nice about me it makes me squirm a little.

Search.

2009-07-15T21:00:00.001-07:00

I just discovered, by looking through the traffic on this blog, that if you type "pissed on my cock" into google (with the quote marks), mine's the second listing. Whahey!

It's this one.

How am I doing?

2009-07-15T16:33:00.000-07:00

I know people read this; I have eyes in the back of my head. I even know where some of you are. And how often you come here.

And while a large part of why I do this is as a journal, my own record, I'm also keen to hear from you. So don't be shy. Leave a comment. Or email me if you like.

Lunch with Lisa

2009-07-15T15:59:00.000-07:00

Lisa and I had had a bit of a fuck-fest sheduled for Tuesday but when I told her I was unwell she insisted on taking me out for lunch (there's a pattern emerging here; one I rather like). She picked me up and we went off to a suburb in the inner west. We had lunch at a hole-in-the-wall vietnamese restaurant (pho tai nam for me, 9/10) and we talked about sex and food and money.

Apart from me she has one or two other casual sex partners (which reassures me; I'm always concerned she's getting a bit attached. But if she's married and fucking 2 or 3 other guys from time to time I figure that's less of an issue) and she's working on a plan to have us all over to her place one night when her husband's away in early August. She's very keen to have 4 or 5 men fucking her but she wants - not unreasonably - to make sure that they're all the sort of men who she'd be happy fucking, and who would understand the situation. On the way back we stopped at her house for a moment, and her dog was all over me. And people wonder why I don't like pets..

After this lunching and talking and driving around I was starting to feel exhausted (remember.. I have this lung thing. Which the doctor assures me isn't remotely serious and will go away. The doctor said I look very healthy, and I was wondering, not for the first time, whether he was cruising me). As she drove me home Lisa said something about how for her it's really important to have an emotional connection with the people she sleeps with, and that I'm the only one she feels like she has that with, and that the sex is amazing. And while I was a little flattered I was also slightly freaking out, especially when she turned to look at me like it was my turn to say something.

Lunch with Sarah.

2009-07-15T15:33:00.000-07:00

On the weekend I came down with some sort of viral thing where my lungs are really sore and I'm tired but I'm otherwise fine. I was supposed to be fucking Sarah on Monday morning and when I told her I wasn't up for it we decided to have lunch instead, which was lovely. Then, as we were walking back to her car, two men in a white van shouted at us. Or rather, at her. The driver was a handsome man around 20 with a strangely familiar face and was, as she told me later, her son.

Fortunately they didn't stop, they just shouted and kept going. She was quiet afterwards. Then she figured out that she wasn't busted - she goes out for lunch a lot with people, it's her job, more or less. I remind you, readers, for about the thousandth time that she's married.

At lunch she ran an idea past me. She's on a BDSM website (which is, now I remember, where I met her) and she's been chatting with a guy who's a Dom but who has confided to her that he even though he's completely straight and has never done anything with a guy, he has these fantasies about being made to suck a guy's cock, or be fucked, while a woman is watching. Or supervising.

Well of course she immediately thought of me.

We talked a bit about how this might work. Some variation on good cop/bad cop, I suspect. With her bringing him up to my place for me to sort him out. I think it'd be more fun if she's a bit pushy and I'm more a patient, good cop. Any suggestions? He's seen a picture of me and is, apparently, quite keen.

We're trying to schedule this. She's married. He's married. I have commitments. We will find a way! What's interesting about this is that the raunch, the oomph, has slowly drained out of our little arrangement. I actually enjoy lying in bed with her after sex more than the actual sex itself and I sometimes wonder if she feels the same way. I feel slightly awkard talking about sex with her now as our relationship has veered closer to being a social one, and when I was describing a recent encounter to her (we tell all.. it's fun) I found myself reluctant - and slightly embarrassed - to use the word 'cock'. This is a bad sign.

But as we discussed how we could play it with this guy, we got quite animated and the discussion became quite.. raunchy. She made a special request: we'll do this thing with this guy, but then once he's left I have to fuck her immediately.

Date Girl

2009-07-09T05:49:00.000-07:00

I bet you can hardly sleep for wondering about that woman I messaged last week, the one I was worried might be a bit too date-y. We met for a drink on Monday night and she told me that she's looking for a man who she can rely on to fuck her about once a week. Fair enough, I thought. She's not at all date-y, but english is her second language, which maybe explains the tone of her first message. (She's from eastern europe originally. Strong accent. Blonde. Mid30s, decent-looking. An academic.)

She came over tonight. We had a bottle of wine (in my case, about a mouthful. I hardly drink). We had something to eat. She asked if I had any toys or gear, and I reluctantly admitted that I did, in fact, have a good blindfold, some handcuffs, ropes and wrist and ankle restraints and whatnot - what Sam used to refer to as my mountaineering gear - and she was very keen to try all this out. It'd been quite a while for me. I blindfolded her, played with her a bit. Then fucked her and did quite a good job of it even if I do say so myself.

She wants to do it again on Wednesday.

Lisa and the cucumber.

2009-07-09T05:42:00.000-07:00

Lisa came over on Tuesday morning around 10ish. She brought with her her usual toys and a cucumber and a carrot. I liked this so much that I used my clumsy webcam to video part of the action, where we were working on her pussy with the cucumber. I put it on xtube and it's been seen by 8,000 people.. and counting. Amazing. The video makes her look fat; she's not.

She's exquisite.

2009-07-06T14:32:00.000-07:00

I'm finally back after two weeks away and I had coffee with Claire yesterday. She really is the most exquisitely beautiful woman I've ever met. I thought so from the very first second I met her.

Walks on the beach.

2009-06-30T14:52:00.000-07:00

I sent a message to a woman on an adult site I'm on. She sounded ok and wasn't too far away from where I live. Her profile did sound a bit date-y, it even had this in it: "However, I may enjoy a nice conversation tete-a-tete over a glass of vine or a short / long walk on the beach". The walk-on-the-beach thing is a particular concern. I expect she also likes Robbie Williams. Or, even worse, "all kinds of music (except country and rap)". Normally I wouldn't message someone with this much date-content but she'd sent me a wink so I figured she was interested. And my profile is very short and pretty much says I'm just looking to meet interesting women for sex, and then I've ticked all the boxes for stuff I like (which does tend to put them off a bit, if they're squeamish).

The message I sent was fairly brief, as you'd expect. And I got a response:

Ok...so you are down-to-business type of guy. Well, let me think - yes, we could meet for a coffee and chit-chat....

I also would like to get a little bit more info about you, i.e. why [this adult site]?. I mean if you are all that - "well-travelled, literate, imaginative" you shouldn't have problems getting a girl if you live in Sydney for some time and have your circle of friends.

Also who do you expect to meet? What frequency? What kind of fun?

None of these are silly questions, really, but it's put me on the back foot. I've responded as best I could, trying not to sound too defensive and have then, of course, posed the question back to her. It's pretty clear what I'm doing on an adult site, after all.

Abort mission!

2009-06-30T13:57:00.000-07:00

I was supposed to be meeting up last night with a woman who lives not far from here, who I'd met on an adult site and had been chatting with quite a bit. But I had a feeling it wasn't going to happen. She's one of those people who's very keen to meet until you actually try to have a discussion about where and when.

She'd said sometime this week would be fine when we'd spoken last week, but showed no sign of wanting to make it any more specific (she did, however, give me her phone number). So I suggested Tuesday and she said that would be fine. I do notice, however, that it's up to me to drive this whole thing which makes me suspect her heart's really not in it. In which case it'd save us some time if she just said so. I don't like being thought of as pushy.

I was talking about this with my neighbor the other day (and in just this context). My thinking is that if people really do want to meet it's actually very straightforward. So if someone sounds interesting and interested, but hasn't met within, say, two week it can only mean that they just don't want to. She agreed. Men do it to her, apparently. Which I just don't understand. She's hot, she's fun and she's on an 'adult' site. Maybe she sounds too good to be true. But I digress...

So I had a babysitter organised and was a bit edgy. About lunchtime she texted me to say it wasn't going to work that day (for a reason that actually made some sense, strangely enough). What to do? I couldn't cancel the babysitter.

I went on a gay site and was messaged by a guy who sounded pretty interesting and I said I'd be over at his place a bit after 7. Which I did. We sat around chatting for a few minutes, he gave me a beer. The face pic he'd sent me was grainy and I thought there was a half-decent chance that it'd been taken 20 years ago but it wasn't. He was easy to talk to and quite presentable.. at least until he got his pants off.

Here's the situation. I'm in this guy's living-room. We've chatted a bit, we've had a beer. We're now both naked from the waist down and about to start having some fun and I've noticed that his scrotum is unnaturally large. The size of a large grapefruit, and hard and tight. My mind's racing, trying to sort all this out. If I'm meeting someone for a bit of casual fucking I don't like any loose ends. I like to understand what they're up to and I get uncomfortable otherwise. I think I wanted him to explain his unfeasibly large balls. I said something to the effect that he had an unusually large ballsack and he said nothing.

So my mind tried to fill in the gaps. A disease? Or, more likely, saline? The one thing I do know is that my cock was adamantly un-hard and I knew that I was going to have to extricate myself from the situation. I so hate doing this, it seems so impolite. But once my cock's made that decision (it says "you can do this, but you'll be on your own") the die's cast. So I put my hand on his shoulder and said "Pete, sorry, this really isn't going to work for me". And we both got dressed, chatting a bit as we did so to cover what would otherwise be a very embarassed silence and he let me out and I drove home.

Busy week.

2009-06-27T01:28:00.000-07:00

Monday afternoon Lisa picked me up and we drove a couple of hours down the coast to a regional city. She was doing down there for some corporate training thing and she'd told her husband she was going down the evening before so she'd be nice and fresh for the first day. My encounters with Lisa have mostly been an hour or so here and there, which I rather like, but we'd also had pretty much a whole evening in a hotel room with some champagne, food and ecstasy and that had gone very well so we were looking for another opportunity.

I worry about Lisa. Or rather, I worry about Lisa and me. Her marriage is very rocky. She and I get on very well. She teases me sometimes about how she's never allowed to use the word 'love' around me. She compliments me, then watches as I struggle to say something back that strikes the right balance between being charming and distant.

We checked into the hotel and had dinner. I noticed that I was much more at ease around her - the same thing happened when we spent that lovely evening in a hotel room a month ago too. Maybe it's being out of our usual environment that makes me relaxed; I'm no longer trying to manage the Lisa-and-me situation, I'm just enjoying it for what it is. I told her a story over dinner that made her laugh so hard that the whole restaurant went eerily quiet. She even snorted.

Then back to the hotel room. Some champagne, some ecstasy. Some sex. There was one moment there where I found that I was having the most intensely erotic experience of my life. I told her. She said at one point that she'd completely surrendered to me. After we'd finished she said I was the best lover she'd ever had, which I was quite chuffed about. And there's something in that - these two hotel sessions with her had an intensity I'd never really imagined.

She loves being fucked in the ass. I pointed out that gay men (which I am, sometimes) know a hell of a lot about anal sex, and that if I was in a hotel room being fucked in the ass by a nice man I'd want to be huffing poppers. So I introduced her to the joy of anal sex on poppers, which she now loves.

The next day, I flew down to Melbourne where I'll be for the next couple of days. And normally I wouldn't get up to anything fun in Melbourne (certainly not with women) but I'd had a bit of luck with a contact... a referral.

Huh? A gay friend of mine had mentioned me to his boss, who's a married woman in her 30s. She likes to fuck around a bit but has problems finding guys who are sensible and available and who understand that a quick lunchtime fuck with a married woman - even if it's repeated a few times - is only just that: a quick lunchtime fuck. He showed her my picture on my gaydar profile and she recognised me! She'd seen my face on some straight site. He asked me if he could pass on my details and I was, of course, delighted.

She and I have been messaging back and forth a bit, and we met up Thursday lunchtime in an agreeably seedy hotel. I'd told her to leave the door unlocked and to be facing away from the door, fully-dressed but with no shoes on. You might recognise the no-shoes thing as a bit of a pattern and be wondering whether I have a foot fetish. I don't. But for one thing, I don't like having to take a woman's shoes off becase it disrupts the flow. Also, there's a teensy bit of a control element in it. She asked if I was really sure, and helpfully pointed out that she normally would be wearing 6-inch heeled boots. All the more reason to get her in bare feet, I think. I hate that whole boots thing.

So I walked into this hotel room (and it was actually quite nice) and she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Wearing nice work clothes (she's my friend's boss after all) which I like. She's very sexy, as it turns out. And I was nicely aroused. We had a lovely time. She, it turns out, likes to be ravished. Which I was quite in the mood for.

We agreed afterwards that my friend didn't need to know we'd fucked. We'll do it again too. Lisa called me yesterday afternoon to chew the fat and I told her what I'd been up to, mostly to see what sort of reaction she'd have. She had, as it happened, just had sex with this guy Steve , who she and I have been talking about a lot as a likely candidate for our next little MMF adventure. She wants to see me fuck Steve.

Last night I went out to a concert with my ex-boyfriend Sam. He knows all about all this. When he and I were together we were both somewhere in the gray area between straight and gay. He's kept going and is pretty much completely gay (he told me once, not very regretfully, that he'd eaten his last pussy). Whereas I'm... well, a bit all over the place.

As I walked towards Sam on the street corner where we'd agreed to meet I thought, for about the thousandth time, that he's incredibly hot.

Ennui

2009-06-23T23:17:00.000-07:00

Wednesday last week Sarah invited me to a cocktail party that was being given by some PR company in a nightclub, early evening. I went along, we had a couple of drinks, I snatched enough food off passing plates to pass for dinner, then we went back to my place and I fucked her as best I could. I wasn't particularly into it.

Then Saturday early evening Lisa came over. And, again, I wasn't particularly into it. This worries me a little - here I am on Saturday, I have a woman in may apartment. She's naked. She's up for pretty much anything I suggest... and part of me wishes I was doing something else.

But just as I start to worry (maybe this is it.. I've just lost interest in sex?) it all comes back. In the middle of all this I had a very strange but profoundly satisfying encounter with a (male) flight attendant on the Thursday. I won't go into the details.

Other neighbor, Lisa and watersports.

2009-06-20T00:34:00.001-07:00

Years ago, when I was still married and fooling around a lot on the side with guys, I decided it would be fun to try to fool around with women as well. But how? Apart from being married to one, I really didn't know much about women. One of my colleagues told me that the secret is to find a woman in a bar or a club and talk to her for five hours. Then, he assured me, you're almost certain to plunge the tusk. Five hours? I don't have that much time for anything.

Anyway. I joined an 'adult' dating site. There was a woman on there whose profile seemed ok (she could spell and seemed quite straightforward - didn't want to be wined and dined and none of that stuff about expecting to be treated like 'a lady', which usually means they have lots of tatts and a broken nose) so I messaged her and within a day or two we were having a drink. At the opera bar. I was very nervous, I had no idea how to play it. It was, as I discovered later, her first time meeting someone from a fucking site so she was very unsure as well. So we had a drink and talked about work. She was attractive in a fairly unspectacular way but I could tell she was a bit underwhelmed.

We exchanged email addresses and then the whole thing trailed off.. never met again. I went on to meet many other women, and, as I'm now quite a bit more confident and better at pushing an agenda, I got to fuck many of them. Sometimes over and over again. (Lisa. Judith. Cathy.)

Then one day I stumbled upon her profile again. Let's call her Sue. I re-read it and thought it sounded great, and I remembered that she'd been quite attractive so I threw caution to the wind and emailed her again. We ended up chatting on msn. She told me that she'd been very nervous when we'd met, and that my being so nervous made it worse. We chatted some more. And, much to my surprise, she told me that she had many fantasies about watersports. Watersports! My favorite perversion! We discussed this at some length, she even sent me links to particular representations of it in porn that she liked.

By this stage I had moved from where I'd been living where we'd first met, and I was now (as we figured out) just around the corner from her. I've forgotten what she looks like, but she has recognized me in the street a couple of times. I suggest meeting up. She thinks about it, says maybe next week.. then backs out. Her issue is that now we're neighbors it's too risky. I can sort of understand this, but it's immensely frustrating.

Anyway. I was chatting to her the other day and I told her I'd managed to have some lovely watersports fun. She wanted the details. So this is what I sent her...

[Sue] -

My lovely friend [Lisa] came over the week before last (we see each other once or twice a month). Wednesday, lunchtime-ish, as usual. She's nice, and adventurous. Loves being fucked in the ass, which is another of my favorites. Also loves MMF situations, but that's another story.

We'd done some watersports stuff once before and she really liked it. And this day I'm talking about, she was nice and horny so I suggested it again. One thing about watersports (in my limited experience) is that you have to think about a bit about what you're going to do, and where and how. We went to the bathroom, both naked. I got her to stand in the shower, bent over at the waist about 45 degrees, hands on the shower wall. With her legs spread so I could play with her pussy and her ass.

She stood there for a little while, trying to piss for me. Of course, the problem was that I can't just leave her pussy and ass alone, I kept licking and fingering her and of course it was too distracting. I knew it was going to take a while but I'm quite happy in that situation and can keep myself busy just playing with her. Two holes.. so much to do etc.

But after couple minutes we had to re-think the whole thing (for one thing, it was too cold to stand naked in the bathroom all afternoon). So we ended up doing what we'd done first time: I lay down in the bath (with a towel underneath me for comfort) and she sort of squatted over me, her pussy just about touching the head of my cock. Well of course I couldnt resist running the head of my cock along her pussy, as I do. But I did manage to stop, and after concentrating for a minute or so she started pissing on my cock.

I was almost beside myself.. I'm seeing all this, my cock almost inside her pussy, she's pissing on my cock head. And all over my cock and balls. Lovely. Then, after she finished (which took a while, I'd texted her earlier and told her to drink lots of water) I returned the favor. She stayed squatting over my cock and I pissed as I ran my cock over her pussy lips and her ass.

I'm getting a lovely hardon as I think about it. Enjoy!

I've asked Sue for marks out of 10 for my essay. I'll update you. On a stylistic note, I don't much like the word 'pussy' but I don't want to run the risk of putting her off by using cunt.

A good seeing-to.

2009-06-12T17:55:00.000-07:00

If you google "how to give a woman a good seeing to" (without the quote marks) the first link you come to is this blog! I only found out because I notice someone arrived here from google. And in exactly that way. This is the best news I've had all day. But then again, it's only just gone 11am.

Lisa. The Good Doctor. Claire. I think that's about all.

2009-06-12T16:19:00.000-07:00

Lisa came over twice this week. She's been having issues with her husband, which has sort of set off alarm bells for me, but I console myself with the thought that I've never said it was about anything other than sex. And the sex, I have to say, is superb.

First time around was Wednesday morning and I was a bit distracted with work (yes, I'm working again now) but still managed to a reasonably thorough job. We lay around in bed for a while afterwards, as we do, talking. My flat's in a very urban area but when you lie in my bed (as you will, I'm sure) you can only see clear blue sky, the tops of some trees a few feet from the window, and some cheeky lorikeets cavorting in the trees. Except for the sounds of traffic and police sirens you could almost imagine yourself in some bucolic splendor. My room has pale blue walls, which I like a lot. (I didn't do that.)

I was out of town all day Thursday and got back late, but not so late that I couldn't squeeze in a little fun. My acquaintance Dr Cox was in town, and while I'd had some fun with him a couple of times over summer, we hadn't managed to catch up since. What with him being in a different city. But as luck would have it he was in Sydney on business for a day or two so I went over to his hotel room and he... well.. let's just say he gave me a very thorough exam. He had been trying to get another 'patient' as well but that had fallen through. The guy's name was Julian, so I figured he would have been a knob anyway.

Back to Lisa. I got an email from her on Friday morning. Now, when I said I did 'a reasonably thorough job' with her on Wednesday there was something I didn't do. And which she's become very used to. It's like that thing where you walk past a guy painting a fence or something, and sometimes you can't help it, you just have to say "hey mate, you missed a bit..."

She had emailed me this on Thursday night. Probably when I was in the middle of being examined by Dr Cox:

In light of potentially being out of action next week, it might be a nice idea to have my ass fucked tomorrow.
Thoughts?

I wasn't actually all that horny but I told her come over late afternoon. I figured by then I'd be able to sort her out. Which I did. We probably won't see each other next week (we both have work commitments). Which might not be a bad thing.

Oh, and I went out last night with Claire. Who, you'll be pleased to know, I'm not really in love with any more. Or not very much anyway. We saw a movie, had dinner. She asked me, as she does, when I'd last had sex and I looked at my watch and said "about three hours ago". She drove me home, and as we got in the car she said quite matter-of-factly "I love you, Trevor" (Trevor's not my name, of course. She used my real name. Which you SO don't need to know.) I said quite quietly "and I love you, Claire, I always have" and off we went.

Neighbor

2009-06-04T18:09:00.000-07:00

I was online yesterday mid-afternoon, checking my emails on a gay site when I got a chat request. I looked at the guy's profile: early30s, nice bod, no face. Seemed ok. We started chatting. He said he was in the same neighborhood as me and was very horny and was looking for something right then - he said he was married and only had an hour.

Well, as you can imagine I found that pretty compelling. I don't generally meet up with guys one-on-one these days but if it's a married guy sneaking around with that much of a sense of urgency - and he's nearby - it's hard to resist. I asked him for a facepic and he said he couldn't send one (married.. fair enough) so I sent him mine.

He recognised me! It turns out we have coffee at the same cafe and he'd seen me a few times. Earlier than day even. And he'd thought I was hot and straight. Well, that sold me. "Come on over right now", I said, and gave him my address.

He came over. Nice guy. We fooled around. I fucked him. We had a pleasant chat. He left. All very straightforward. I expect we'll do it again. And he still didn't tell me his first name.

Now they're feeding me!

2009-06-02T05:43:00.000-07:00

I was a bit under the weather last week; I'd had a mild cold, then just as I was getting over it I had a very late night (the highlight of which was that I slept with Claire - but it was just sleep). And as a result I got laryngitis and felt crappy most of the week.

On Wednesday though, Lisa came over. And as well as bringing her lovely compliant body and her nasty imagination, she brought over some beef stew that she'd cooked the previous night for her and her husband. It was yummy, I had it for lunch on Thursday.

Then on Saturday morning, just as I was starting to feel better, I got a text from Sarah saying that her husband was out of town and was I free that afternoon. So of course I said yes. She showed up without my usual favorite brand of dried mango, but she had instead a tub of some lovely spicy fatty pork that she'd found in the same Filipino store. I ate a little of that, fucked her, then we lay in bed for three or four hours talking.

The next day, Sunday, I had the rest of the pork for lunch. Then Judith came over on Sunday night and she brought with her a container full of lovely homemade chicken soup, a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. In the photo above, the container on the left is Judith's. On the right is Lisa's. The container for Sarah's pork was a throw-away one.

In the middle of all this I also fucked Oona on Friday night, which was probably a mistake.

I was chatting earlier this evening with an acquaintance in Singapore (who had been very excitedly telling me that he'd had sex yesterday with a visiting American military man) who asked what I'd been up to during the week, and it occurred to me that, for someone who'd been a bit under the weather, I'd done quite well:

fucked 4 women
3 of them brought me food
3 of them involved anal sex
2 of them were married
and had that bit of a play with Joe, see the pics on previous post

Email.

2009-05-30T17:34:00.000-07:00

I remembered that I'm on an email list for SydneyBiMen, and it occurred to me that it might be worth trolling on there for a guy to join me and and Lisa. So sent this out:
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Mid40s bi M here, in good shape. I meet up about once a week with a 35yo woman for a bit of daytime fun. She knows I'm bi and wants to have a bi MMF threesome thing. We've done this once before but he wasn't much chop.

So I'm looking for a bi guy to help out. Has to be 25-40, in good shape. Has to be cut. Has to be able to string a sentence together. And (this is important) has to be able to be free daytimes (mid-morning, maybe lunchtime) once in a while given a bit of notice. Location is inner east. Please don't message me if you're too far away.

I have face and body pics of myself which I'm happy to share. I have pics of her which I'm quite a bit more careful about. You have to have a couple of pics of your face to make this work.

I'm trying to state this all as clearly as possible. Please don't message me if you live in Parramatta and are uncut, can only meet on Tuesday evenings and don't have a facepic.

If I don't respond to your email, you can take that as a 'no'. Sorry to sound like a dick about it, but it's easier this way.

I don't expect any joy from this but I did have a lot of fun writing it. The picture above, by the way, is me and some guy I met on Friday morning. Married, bi, early 30s, great body. But somehow... no real sizzle (although the pic does suggest that we got on pretty well anyway). I find that one-on-one meets with guys these days leave me a bit cold.

Get back to work.

2009-05-28T13:08:00.000-07:00

Lisa's very keen to have another MMF thingy, but this time with a guy who really is bi. So I put an ad up on Craigslist to see what would happen and within about 2 minutes I got a response. And what was particularly interesting was that the guy's email address was something like...

john.smith@somebigbank.com (a real bank, and a real name)

So I googled him! And then emailed him "Sounds great. I suggest you don't use your work email for this. I'm a shareholder and former employee. " Which is true!

Animal

2009-05-28T12:50:00.000-07:00

I met a nice young woman who has since her teens had fantasies about being a sex toy for a nice but perverted older man. Which would be me, of course. She's now around 30, so when I say 'young woman' it's all relative. I was chatting with her yesterday on msn and it was all going well (we have surprisingly similar ideas) and then she said to me:

if you were an animal, what sort of animal would you be?

This threw me for a while, as you can imagine. She told me that her last two lovers had been, respectively, a lion and a dragon. I asked her as politely as I could whether she'd pointed out to the second guy that a dragon isn't a real animal and she said it didn't really matter. She said she was an animist and that someone's choice of animal revealed a lot about their personality.

I bought a little time for myself by saying that I grew up on a farm and had had quite enough of animals - this perhaps explains why I'm happiest in densely-populated urban areas, and even here in Australia where there's about a hundred square miles per person I've chosen to live in the densest part of it.

Then I just decided to go with it, and said that a lion was a pretty good one. What with the male lion just lazing about looking grand, the lionesses doing all the work. All the male lion has to do is eat and have sex. I am, I reminded her, very lazy.

This seemed to work for a while. Then, half an hour later as I was walking into the city to meet my new friend Joe (about whom more later) I texted her saying that maybe a silverback gorilla was better for me. Lion, after all, isn't original. Also, a gorilla has opposable thumbs. That seemed to satisfy her.

Fantasist.

2009-05-27T14:24:00.000-07:00

Last week I was in Melbourne all week (I had a friend coming up to Sydney, so we swapped) and it was very agreeable. I got a chance to catch up with some friends. At one point I was sitting in a cafe in Chapel St with a woman I had a huge crush on when I was 16 and by a remarkable coincidence a friend of hers walked past, saw us and joined us. And, predictably, I had had an even huger crush on the friend when I was 16. It was that sort of week.

On the Monday I drove my friend's manual (!?!) car over to the other side of the city to meet a guy I'd been chatting with for a day or two on gaydar. He was about 50 and judging by his pics was reasonably attractive and what appealed to me about him was that he was just very straightforward. He likes being in charge, he likes to fuck. And I was in that sort of mood. Not lets meet up for coffee and chat to see if we get on (so often a passion-killer), it was more like walk in the door, clothes off and do what you're told. Which is, of course, what I often like to do with women.

And it was great fun, but I'll spare you the details. I sometimes think I like the idea of being fucked a lot more than I like actually being fucked, but I did pretty well. Then, after we were dressed we chatted a little. And in the 15 or 20 minutes we chatted he must have told me at least half a dozen times that he'd been on the global management team of [large manufacturer of telecoms equipment] and that he'd been a dancer and a professional motorcycle racer and a few other things and I couldn't help thinking that for someone so accomplished he lived in a remarkably crappy house. It unnerves me when people bullshit too much, but he was an IT guy and it was all a bit Walter Mitty-ish and pretty harmless. For the first few minutes we chatted I quite liked him but then I got slightly creeped out.

Pervert.

2009-05-14T07:15:00.001-07:00

Lisa gave me a birthday card which said, in part "... happy birthday to the sexiest middle-aged pervert I know".

I love that.

Real Estate.

2009-05-13T03:22:00.000-07:00

I'd been chatting a while with a guy, let's call him Adam, about having some fun with his wife. And today we finally made it work.

I was at home mid-morning, as I often am. There was a knock on the door, I opened it. There was Adam and his wife. I'd never met them before and I was agreeably surprised. Both late 40s. He's about 5'8" with a very masculine, friendly face and a very matter-of-fact mien which I quite liked. She's almost six feet tall, dark-haired, attractive. She thought they'd come to look at my apartment as a real estate investment.

Adam and I had set this up. He'd assured me that she loved this sort of thing - she would go into what he called slut-mode and so long as I agreed to obey their rules (I wasn't allowed to kiss her, for example) he and I could do all sorts of things with her. I asked about a few things I like to do and he said that she'd do whatever we asked. This concerned me, so I pushed a bit. "What if I ask her to do something that's she really doesn't like, can she say no?" and he said that yes, she did indeed have free will. Otherwise it would creep me out somewhat.

Anyway. Once they came into my apartment and asked a couple questions about the place, I handed her a piece of paper which had written on it "Slut - go into the corner. Take your underwear off. Show us your ass and cunt.". She read this and then gave him a look which spoke volumes. It was that look someone has when they're told that they're on candid camera, but twinged with affectionate spousal annoyance and a bit of sexual excitement as well. He told me later that they'd been a couple for 25 years. And it showed, in a good way.

So she went into the corner, hiked her skirt up, her panties down and did indeed show us the goods. I made a cup of tea for Adam and me and we chatted a bit between ourselves. Then we got to work fucking her. He had a lovely thick cut cock and I had to remind myself more than once that (for the purposes of this little adventure) I'm 100% straight.

Then, after we'd all cleaned up I made her a cup of tea as well and we sat around chatting. They said that until about a year ago they'd never done anything like that, but that she loved it and he loved facilitating. Then they went off very happily to have lunch.

Busy day.

2009-05-13T03:02:00.000-07:00

On Monday morning I got a text from Sarah, asking if I was free at all during the day. As luck would have it, I didn't have a whole hell of a lot on, so I suggested mid-morning. She showed up at ten. We had very enjoyable sex then lay around in my bed for an hour chatting. It was a gorgeous morning, crisp and sunny, and being in bed with a naked woman was a perfect way to spend it. I do feel sorry for people who have to work. We mostly talked about food. Then we went out for lunch and she went off.

In the afternoon, I was on a gay site I frequent and I stumbled across an interesting listing on the message board. A guy in a hotel room downtown, wanted to be fucked and wanted the whole thing to be videod. I thought about this for a while and then my exhibitionist streak got the better of me and I called the guy who was going to be videoing it. He seemed pretty much on the level, so after dinner (and theater) I jumped in a cab and went over there.

Sure enough. Hotel room. One guy (masculine, cheerful, late30s) semi-naked on the bed. Another guy, mid20s with a video camera. I quizzed them about what they were up to and eventually got comfortable enough with the situation to get my clothes off. I was drinking beer and feeling especially blokey as I fucked the guy, and I couldn't resist making it all a bit porny. While we were making out at the start I remembered something I used to do with Harriet, and I poured beer on my cock and balls and got him to lick it off. I angled the beer bottle so that the camera could see it nice and clearly. Product placement, I must have a chat to FBG about that.

What a nice thing to say!

2009-05-12T21:18:00.000-07:00

I'm chatting with a horny 40ish woman who lives a couple of hours away from here. She's at home today with some illness, and the inactivity has made her horny (she says). She wanted to see what my cock looked like, and as you can imagine I don't need much persuasion to whip it out and show it on cam. Then, after a bit more chit-chat she said this:

ok i have you ....now i have a picture of you i am going to take more drugs masturbate and sleep

Lisa and the plumbers.

2009-05-08T00:48:00.000-07:00

Lisa came over today just after lunch. I'd just come back from a run and I knew I only had a few minutes before she showed up, so I jumped in the shower and... no water! I made a quick phone call and discovered that there were some guys somewhere in the building fixing something, and as I wasn't too crusty I just let it lie.

Then when Lisa knocked on my door and I let her in, I noticed a stepladder in the hallway (I'm on the top floor of my building, they access the roof through the ceiling just outside my door) and I chatted briefly to the nice young man who was climbing down and he assured me that he was, in fact, there to fix some plumbing mishap and wondered if I might be able to help him a bit later on. Which I said yes to, of course, and ushered Lisa in.

Lisa and I chatted for a minute then started fucking. I love fucking with Lisa, she's funny and adventurous and I find I can just turn my self-censor off and just enjoy it. Anyway, we'd reached a point where I needed to take a break (exhausted, too close to coming) and there was a knock on the door.

I hastily put some shorts on (and nothing else.. no shirt) and closed the bedroom door. I opened the front door and the plumber guy, who was a nice-looking young man in his mid 20s, asked me if I could turn on a hot tap to see if it worked. Which it did. I closed the door, went back to Lisa, we were in hysterics. The guy had seen me welcome her into the apartment, then when he'd knocked on the door there'd been a muffled "wait", then after quite a while I showed up at my door shirtless with (almost certainly) a flushed face and a boner in my shorts. I told her the plumber was kind of hot, which we agreed raised all sorts of possibilities.

Then another knock on the door. I put the shorts back on, left the bedroom door a bit open (Lisa liked this) and answered it. My plumber friend again, with his colleague. Who was also mid20s and even hotter. I told them that everything was fine, thanks and then went back to Lisa. Again, much hilarity, then some fucking.

Of course in the fantasy version I would have invited them in to fuck Lisa while I watched. She had the same idea. But we were too slow.

Pitch.

2009-05-08T00:39:00.000-07:00

There's a profile on a BDSM-y site I'm on, a woman in her mid30s. She doesn't say much, just that she's over-educated, intelligent and has a good sense of humor. She's been on there for 2 years and says she's a novice. She says "Seduce me with words. Excite me. Make me surrender...." So I took a stab at it. Chances of a response? I'm estimating about 25%.

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How about this for an idea. You go to a man's apartment. He's in his mid-40s, you've maybe chatted with him on the phone a bit and he seems nice. Articulate, imaginative, sensible (and a bit depraved too, but in a nice way).

When you get there he takes charge of you - perhaps you're blindfolded as you walk in, you can't see him. He's nice about it, but firm and you can tell he's done this before. (You also know, after chatting with him a bit, that's he someone who knows it's all just about fun, and he'd stop if it stopped being fun.)

He has a calm voice, he talks to you as he's using you (nicely). After it's all finished you have dinner together and then plan the next adventure.

Interested? I'm open to reasonable counterproposals too. What gets you going?

I am, as you guessed, mid40s, articulate, nice(ish), sensible, somewhat depraved. And very interested in mind games of various kinds.

I finally get to fuck Penny

2009-05-07T14:23:00.000-07:00

About two months ago I had a drink with Penny, then we tried to hook up a couple of times but due to scheduling conflicts it never quite worked out. She would also sometimes text me late at night (late for me, anyway) asking if I was free but I was always either out doing something or too tired to go out. I encouraged her in this; I do love a booty call.

Wednesday it finally worked. She was out to dinner and she sent me a text at about 9pm asking how I was. I responded succinctly: "horny". Even though I wasn't, as it happened, especially horny.

I went over to her place around 1030pm, she'd just gotten in from dinner. There was a lingering smell of marijuana and she seemed a little dazed. We talked a while and I was as charming as I could be under the circumstances and I touched her a lot to keep things going.

Then we got undressed and started fucking. She pretty much wanted to just lie there and be fucked, which is fine by me, but we were on her bed and it's very soft and I felt like I just couldn't get settled, we seemed to be moving around too much, almost bouncing, and I couldn't get my rhythm right and it was all a bit stop-start but it seemed to do the trick. She wanted me to stay the night but I was keen to get home (it was late! and that bed wouldn't be good for two people to sleep on).

I don't think we'll do it again. She did offer to cook dinner for me next time though, which does get me a bit excited.

Top. Bottom.

2009-05-06T02:36:00.000-07:00

I was on my way out yesterday afternoon when I got a text from Oona asking me what I was up to. I said I was heading out for "some cock-in-ass action" (I really should be a poet, I know) and she of course asked who the lucky lady was. This set me off, as you can imagine, so I told her that it was a gentleman, not a lady. And that it was my ass that was going to get a cock in it.

Let me backtrack for a minute here. When I first started having sex with men I was always the fucker rather than the fuckee and I didn't really think too much about it. It's pretty straightforward really as a top: there's a hole, you put your cock in it. And also there's that lingering idea that if you fuck a guy you're not really gay, whereas if you have a guy stick his cock in your ass it's pretty definite. (A friend who was in the british army told me that this was actually a strict rule there.)

But over time, I started to get curious. And one day, in a small house in the woods in a town in Connecticut, a guy fucked me. His (male) partner watched. It wasn't easy. I'm pretty tense at the best of times and his cock was quite thick, but once we managed to get it in I felt quite a sense of achievement.

So for the last few years of my marriage, I was getting fucked quite often and I got quite good at it. But in the last 18 months only, I think, three times. All with my friend the cop (and two one of those occassions there was someone else there, which as you know makes it a lot more exciting for me).

I can tell that over the last couple of weeks I've been feeling like it again, so I go online (gaydar, squirt.. the usual) to see if there's anyone suitable. I'm very fussy if I'm going to be fucked, everything has to be just right. The guy has to be:

at least 35
cut
masculine
normal-sized cock (if I'm out of practice)
sensible
not too far away

And then, if I find someone like that I start to search for reasons not to meet up. I suspect that I like the idea of being fucked more than I actually like being fucked.

So I was in this mode on Tuesday afternoon when I stumbled upon someone online who I remembered. Dave his name is. He'd fucked me before once, ages ago, and we'd chatted a bit since. My favorite fun fact about Dave is that we'd met at a party (I use the word very loosely) and he'd fucked me while a couple of other guys watched, then a couple of days later I was online and I saw a profile (on gaydar) which I recognised as his because his cock looked familiar.

Anyway, he was online on Tuesday afternoon. We chatted a bit, both of us were at home, he lives about five minutes walk from me.... easy! So I went over to his place, we played around a little, he fucked me... then we chatted a bit about work and whatnot and I went home.

It's all so agreeably straightforward.

Lisa. Faking it. And her friend.

2009-04-30T05:10:00.000-07:00

Lisa came over this morning, it was our first time for a couple of weeks. Last time had been at her place and I was a bit nervous because her husband's stuff is everywhere and it all felt a bit strange. I go into guest-mode when I'm at someone else's place anyway, and fucking a married woman in her own house unsettles me somehow.

But at my place today it was a different story. We chatted for a bit then fucked. She loves it in the ass and I especially like fucking her in the ass when she's on her back so I can watch her play with her pussy at the same time. I'm having a lovely vivid flashback right now, in fact.

At one point I was about to come, so I stopped, and told her why. "If I come", I said, "the show's over, I can't come twice in a session". She seemed surprised, "but you came twice the first time we fucked". She has a terrifyingly good memory and I realised that I must have faked it. At least the first time I "came". I said that I must have been inspired that first time and that seemed to satisfy her.

Afterwards we had lunch and she was telling me about a friend of hers who she tells all her secrets to, and how she'd told this friend about me and had even shown her a picture of me, which I found very amusing. And then she nearly fell off her seat.. the friend had walked into the restaurant. This is such a superb coincidence that even as I write this I'm wondering whether I made it up, but I didn't. The friend's early 30s, dark-haired, very attractive. She came over to talk to us, and Lisa introduced me without any explanation and I knew that the friend knew exactly who I was. I so love this.

After we left the friend texted Lisa to say that she thought I was hot.

Rather a busy day yesterday.

2009-04-29T04:46:00.000-07:00

I got a text from Sarah on the weekend asking if I was free at all during the week for a 'catch-up' and I said that it was a busy week and wasn't sure etc. So she emailed me her schedule and told me exactly when she was able to come by and invited me to pick a time, and I ignored it overnight and the next morning was just about to send her a text saying that I was sick or out of town or something and I realised that I was actually horny.

I'd been a bit off-color for a couple of weeks. A slight uneasiness in my groin, my cock a bit tender, the very tip of it quite sore. Everything still worked ok, I could get a hardon, I could come, but it all felt a bit tentative. I went to see Dr Dick the Dick Doctor and he said that it probably wasn't your usual cock-rot (for which he ordered all the usual tests anyway) but was more likely prostatitis, which apparently reflects as pain in the cock especially at the tip. He prescribed me something for that, and even by the time I ran into him at the gallery thing on Thursday I went to with Claire (where I ran into Terri.. and how I wish I could have introduced those two to each other) I was feeling much better. And it turns out I come back completely clean for all the usual social diseases.

So as I was thinking about having Sarah come over I could feel an unfamiliar stirring in my pants... it was working again! She came over yesterday before lunch and she was barely in the door before I had her half-undressed and we were both quite worked up, and I didn't have to think what am i dong next, or when's this over?, instead I was able to follow my instincts and it all went beautifully and when I fucked her it had a real agreeable urgency about it which we both love. Afterwards we lay about in my bed and talked about food a while, then we fucked again. And again, that urgency, that primitive lust. It's back!

She sent me a text that afternoon: "that was utterly gorgeous today, on every level. so glad you're back in form". Which was good. Then just as I was giving myself a pat on the back for that I got a text from Rhonda, about whom I've written once or twice. She was in town and wanted to know if I was free that night. Usually I'm not but as luck would have it I did have a free evening so I said I was up for just about anything.

So I met Rhonda and a friend of hers, Brian, for dinner. Brian's married, stocky, masculine early40s, and also from out of town and he and Rhonda, it transpired, met at a conference once and occasionally get together and fuck. I was charming at dinner, of course, and then we went for a walk around my neighborhood, then back to Rhonda's hotel room. I had no idea how much she'd told Brian about me, but once she got me undressed Brian started sucking my cock so I figured she must have told him at least something. It was, as it turned our, Brian's first time sucking cock and he did a very good job. But then again, guys usually do. We know cocks. He seemed quite pleased with himself. I'm guessing that he had confided to Rhonda at some stage earlier in the day that he was kind of interested in maybe sucking a guy's cock and Rhonda would have said "I know just the guy.. and he only lives 5 minutes from here!".

Brian and I fucked Rhonda, and I of course fucked her in the ass. But not before I'd gotten Brian up on all fours, lubed him up and slid my cock into his ass. For a first-timer he did very well and he was quite pleased with himself and very grateful. In a blokey and very masculine sort of way, of course. It turned out that we both support the same football team and we both grew up in the same part of rural Victoria and were, hence, probably distant relatives.

I was chatting with my friend Mary today and she said that I'd been seen out in the neighborhood with someone and wondered who it was. She said I was with an attractive woman and a man. I texted her back "We both fucked her, then I fucked him while she watched. Quite fun really. How was your evening?"

A quick note on pets.

2009-04-28T23:11:00.000-07:00

In a post earlier today I mentioned that I'm on an actual dating (as opposed to fucking) site, and that one of the filters I use on that is that I won't follow up with anyone who has a pet. I was chatting about this earlier today with someone (you know who you are!) and she said, not unreasonably, that this sounded a bit restrictive. It's alright for me not to have pets if I don't want to, but why rule out dating someone just because they have a pet?

A few reasons (and I've made these up after writing the no-pets rule):

I have to have a few filters just to keep the workload down
I grew up on a farm and we had a very strict rule: humans inside, animals outside.
People who have pets have apartments that smell of pets.
If I ended up in a relationship with someone who had a pet, I'd have to interact with the pet. And I don't like pets
dogs jump on me; it's because I have such kind eyes
that whole stereotype about women who have cats: it's true!

Oona (about whom I haven't written much, but who was a great playmate for quite a while) had a number of very annoying characteristics, but one of the worst was that she couldn't walk past a dog in the street without getting down face-to-face with it, rubbing it, talking to it in baby-talk and it occurred to me one day that if I saw her do it again I was going to throw up. So no more Oona. (I'm enhancing here for dramatic effect. There were other triggers as well.)

Men.

2009-04-28T15:05:00.000-07:00

In the last month or so I've been thinking again about having sex with men (it was so easy! I don't have to do all the work!) and I've been trawling a bit on some gay sites. I've met a couple of guys for a drink or coffee, one of whom lives two buildings down from me and we've become quite friendly (we run into each other all the time, went for a walk in the park yesterday and so on) but I'm not really looking for a coffee or a chat, I'm looking for sex. And I don't want it to be all nice. I want it semi-anonymous, just about fucking.

Anyway, one afternoon last week, my phone rang and a very pleasant male voice said "hi, this is David, from [the next street]", and once I'd gotten over my initial confusion I worked out that it was a guy I'd chatted with a few times some months ago, and who did indeed live quite near me. Late20s, nice-sounding guy. Like me, straight-ish. We had discussed my coming over and the two of us just watching porn (straight porn) and having a bit of a play. And he was calling to see if I was still interested. And did I want to come over right then.

I hesitated and said I'd have to check something and would call him back. And then sat there few a couple of minutes thinking. You see, I'm very keen on the idea of meeting guys for sex, but when it comes to actually meeting I often find that I don't want to very much. So I'll try to find reasons not to. I'll be chatting with some guy who sounds ideal, ticks all the right boxes, and then when he says "so when do you want to hook up, are you free now?" I find myself saying that now's not good, but maybe next week sometime would work. And what that really means is that I just don't want to do it enough to actually do it. And I think that's what happens a lot with women who give me the runaround on straight sites. They're interested, it all sounds fine.. but just not now. (I was once asked by a broker whether I wanted to join him and some other guys on a boat one weekend. I said I was busy that weekend. He said he hadn't yet told me which weekend.) And I don't think there's anything inherently dishonest about this either, but once you recognise that you're doing it you can watch out for it.

So I called David back and got his address and said I'd be there in ten minutes. He was much handsomer than I had expected and really very charming. We got on almost too well but managed after a while to put aside our essential niceness and had a bit of agreeable fun. I'll see him again. I did notice that his apartment was exquisitely done and so I think he's actually quite a bit more gay than straight and yes, I know this is just a stereotype.

I was also invited one morning last week to a gay fuckfest in a hotel room not far from where I live, about a ten-minute walk away and I really couldn't say no. I went there at 10am, there were about half a dozen guys and I was pleased to see that I was the hottest (which I do love, I'm so vain) and I fucked three guys and chatted a bit and left after about 20 minutes, explaining to them that I have a very short attention span. I was more in the mood to be fucked rather than fuck, but because I don't get fucked very often everything has to be exactly right, and a group's a bit distracting. I will get some cock in my ass soon. Last time was when my cop mate fucked me while Tina watched. And that was quite a while ago.

One quick note about this hotel room thing. At one point I was fucking the guy who'd organised it. I was on my back, he was above me. He said to me "we're about to have a visitor" and told me to hold still. Another guy came up and slid his cock into the guy's ass next to mine. Amazing.

Dating

2009-04-28T05:57:00.001-07:00

Why this silence, I hear you ask? Well, I've not been fucking very much (Lisa, Judith now and then) for various reasons. Instead, I've been dating.

I've had a profile on a dating site for ages; I put it up there a couple of years ago when I realised that the only friends I had were gay men (mostly guys I'd slept with) and that I didn't really know any women. I was fairly new in town. The one woman friend I did have suggested that, as a 40-something, the best way for me to meet women even as friends was to join a straight dating site. Just looking for friends.

It worked fabulously well. I put up a profile, said I was new in town, just looking to make new friends. And I had this cautionary note: "I'm unlikely to be the man of your dreams (I can elaborate)". That's how I met Claire, and also Iris and Prudence. My first ever phone conversation with Claire, she said "you either have a terminal disease or you're gay; which one is it". I told her I was gay, and that I had a boyfriend (Sam). And now I look back through this blog, I see that I lied to you about how I met Claire. It wasn't a party. It was a dating site. Bad me!

So a few weeks ago I rejigged my profile, put up a couple of nice pics and have been hit on ever since by about 4 or 5 women a day. Most of them I ignore for one reason or another (more than 5 miles from my place, have a pet, too spiritual-sounding, can't spell, like Robbie Williams etc.) but there's one or two a week who slip through all the filters.

On sex sites, men outnumber women. The demand for casual sex (men) far outstrips supply (women). So women have the power - they get hit on a lot, they can pick and choose. And while I know this isn't quite as great as it sounds (see this post) it's just the way it is. But on dating sites, men hold the cards. Especially in the city I'm in. There's a shortage of single straight (or, in my case, straight-ish), men. And then once you take out the men who are complete philistines or fratboys there's not a lot left. So I'm spoiled for choice.

So I go out on these dates. And sometimes they're a bit blah, but usually they're quite fun. I'll be having dinner or whatever with a woman who's generally pretty attractive, and thanks to my rigorous selection process, quite interesting and usually funny. We have dinner, it's fun. I can be charming when it suits me. Maybe we meet up again.. and then what? I've had about half a dozen of these, and except for the one I just plain didn't like, they were all fine. But I didn't get any sort of romantic buzz off it. Am I expecting too much?

When I met Claire, I was instantly bewitched. (Same with Sam too, now I think about it.) Is that what I'm looking for, someone where within a second of locking eyes I'm having palpitations and wanting to spend the rest of my life with them? Or is Prudence a better model for this? She and I were friends for six months or so before I started falling for her.

Of these women, the one I liked best was Terri. She's tall and sternly attractive. We'd been out twice and she's fun. Interesting, funny.. but extremely hard to read. She seems to like me, but I'm not sure why. I don't really get any sort of sexual vibe from her and while she's very quick and amusing in conversation she doesn't say anything much about herself. And then I start to wonder what I'm doing in this whole dating thing. Am I looking for a relationship? I don't know. Am I looking for sex? No, I seem to manage ok with that.

I was mulling over what to do about Terri last Thursday and had started sending her an email, then decided instead on a text, and was composing the text when Claire arrived to pick me up. We were going out for dinner, via a gallery opening. I abandoned the text.

Sure enough, at the gallery opening, I'm standing there chatting with Claire and one of her friends and I see a tall woman on the other side of the room heading towards the door. Even from just a glimpse of the back of her head I know it's Terri so I abandon Claire and her friend mid-sentence and make a bee-line for Terri, who I manage to catch up with before she leaves the gallery. She was with a friend, who, she told me later, had said to her "there's a man coming over here and he's heading straight for you..".

So once her friend had left I told Terri that I wanted to see her again and (having ascertained that she was around on the weekend) said I'd call her the next day. Then I introduced her to my doctor who, as it turns out, was standing next to us (it's a small town sometimes) and had the presence of mind not to introduce him as "Dr Dick the dick doctor", which is how I usually think of him, as his first name's Dick and he works out of a clinic that specialises in sexual health. And I also had the presence of mind not to ask him about the results of the tests I'd had done the day before to figure out why my cock was sore.

She went off; I went back to Claire and she could tell I'd been up to something because I had a huge grin on my face. She knows about Terri (or, as I call her, TallGirl).

So I took Terri out on Saturday night. We went to a movie. We had dinner. We went for a drink a a new bar that's opened up near me. Then a fairly chaste kiss. I was thinking am I supposed to be making a move? I'm so bad with this stuff. I usually err on the side of being too reserved and women get sick of it because they think I'm not interested. I try to remind myself that women fend off approaches from men all the time, and that Terri and I had by this stage been out three times and were getting on fine and that if she thought I was a creep or a sleazebag she wouldn't be there but I still can't do it.

As we parted she suggested I come over to her place for dinner one night this week. That's more like it!

Fishnets

2009-04-17T06:14:00.000-07:00

Tina invited me to a party. So I went. It was in a hotel suite, and there was Tina, me, Tina's friend Brenda, and few other couples. It was, I realised, a swingers party. And the first one I'd been to quite some time, having sworn off them a while back.

Age range was 35 to - I'm guessing - early 50s. I'd been told that all the guys were straight so I didn't pay much attention to them, but the women were all good. Fun to talk to, pretty normal, and for the most part, fairly hot. But then, once things had started to heat up, I noticed that they were all wearing fishnet stockings of one sort or another, and that none of them were going to take off the stockings (although Brenda, once she and I started playing, told me that I could tear hers off, which was actually quite tricky as they're not as flimsy as they looked and appeared to have the tensile strength of fishing line). They all kept their shoes on too, so the whole thing looked exactly like that really unimaginative porn you often see.

Is this life imitating art?

More me...

2009-04-09T13:56:00.000-07:00

I had some photos done yesterday. I mostly needed a nice 3/4 head-and-shoulders suit-and-tie shot for my professional website, but I found this guy on gaydar and he's only about 2 minutes walk from my apartment and after we'd finished the professional shots I got my clothes off (I'm a shy exhibitionist.. I need to be asked).

His cat started to get a bit antsy, which he explained was because it was dinner time. "My life", he said, "is ruled by pussy". I said that I had a similar problem.

Me

2009-04-09T01:00:00.000-07:00

Me again...

Lunch?

2009-04-08T05:22:00.000-07:00

I was at Lisa's today, and while I was pulling anal beads out of her ass, slowly and methodically, and at the same time fucking her, it occurred to me that I was actually a little bit bored. Maybe I need a new hobby. She offered to cook lunch for me and I didn't even want that.

Claire.. who knew..?

2009-04-07T14:07:00.000-07:00

Amazingly enough, I seem to have fallen out of love with Claire. And what it is, really, is a steady accumulation of resentment at her always telling me what I should do. She can't help it.

We had dinner on Friday and, after a bit of prodding for detail about my sex life (she knows I'm quite busy) I told her about Lisa. "You know you're playing with fire, don't you?" she said. Meaning, as it turned out, that Lisa would end up getting attached (Lisa's married) and the whole thing would end up getting ugly and messy. Although not as messy as my thing with Judith is showing signs of becoming. But I digress...

Lisa... text

2009-04-04T20:52:00.000-07:00

I got this from Lisa this morning. It's intriguing:

Have met someone more perverted than you! Will tell you all on Wednesday.

Texts.

2009-04-03T13:42:00.001-07:00

This with Penny, a 30-something woman I met and had a drink with a couple of weeks ago and who I was supposed to see again last night until she cancelled. So I rescheduled and was on my out to have dinner with Claire when Penny texted me again to see if she could reinstate our date..

Penny: If we promise to finish by 11pm we could still have our 'play' tonight... or is it too late notice?

Me: Damn! I have a dinner+movie date

Penny: oohh nice, I wish I'd got in earlier. Oh well.

Penny (5 mins later): Tell me what you like to do .. in bed

Me: Among other things, pin you down and fuck you hard.

Penny: Mmm.. I wish you could cancel your date

Me: I'm also rather partial to doing you from behind (maybe preceded by a nice tease-y backrub)

Penny: Doggy is my favorite

Me: Doggy was my favorite too, but i've recently rediscovered face-to-face fucking. The trick is to keep it nice and raunchy

Me: (about 10 seconds later) Oh, and I love anal sex as well

Penny : Of course. Have you done anal sex face-to-face?

Me: Yes. It has great visual appeal.

Penny: and it feels w o n d e r f u l

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Lisa

2009-04-03T13:10:00.000-07:00

You will, no doubt, remember me mentioning briefly my new friend Lisa, who was going to come over one day and masturbate while I was doing some admin work so I could watch out of the corner of my eye.

Well, that particular day didn't work out after all (not entirely a bad thing, I really can't do two things at once) as her husband had the car or something. Yes, she's another married one.

What I like about this daytime sex with married women is that it's so neatly compartmentalized: we meet up, we have sex, we have a few laughs, they leave. It exists by itself in a little bubble. And unlike, say Oona, they don't bug me about "why don't you ever want to introduce me to your friends?", "why don't you ever want to take me out to dinner?" etc., although oddly enough I did in fact take Oona out for dinner during the week. But we no longer fuck.

Lisa's in her mid30s, married (apparently quite happily), bright and amusing, and until she goes back to work in a couple of months is housebound with a young child. She's bored. We've gotten together maybe half a dozen times and I've run all my usual ideas past her and she's not recoiled in horror. She loves it in the ass and says that her husband's cock is very thick and it's quite an effort to get it in there (and he's too tired half the time) so my eagerness and normal-sized cock makes that all work nicely.

Wednesday morning I met her at an adult store and we went shopping. A big rabbit-y vibe and some anal beads (actually, two different strings of anal beads. One smaller, one larger.) Then when we got back to my place, before we tried out all the new stuff, we went to the bathroom where I lay down in the tub and she pissed on my cock - she was squatting just over me, her pussy almost touching my cock as she did. I returned the favor. Then, after a shower, we tried out all the new stuff.

Thursday morning after she came over I blindfolded her, then there was a knock on my door and it was Mike, a guy we'd found on the same site we'd met on. Neither of us had ever met him before, but he was pretty much what he's said he was... mid30s, nice-looking, decent guy. (But, as Lisa and I agreed when we discussed it later, very hung over.) He and I undressed her, then blindfold off and we all had a very agreeable (yes, that word again) time.

After he left I took her out for lunch. We agreed that we probably wouldn't see Mike again, even though it'd been fun.

Some loose ends.

2009-03-31T11:17:00.000-07:00

You remember I spent a few days with Claire and both of our kids down on the coast in January? We were in a small seaside town there, and I discovered a few days before going down that another good friend of mine, the one who made the finest green salad I'd ever eaten, was going to be down there at the same time. Everything's connected...

I introduced Claire to him, and all our kids (I had 2 of mine, Claire had her 3, my friend had 2) amused themselves nicely and we settled into this lovely routine of spending days at the beach, evenings in one or another of the houses, eating, drinking, singing. My kids said later they'd never seen me so happy. We made plans to do it again next year.

My friend died shortly thereafter in an accident.

Also, when we got back to Sydney I had a day there with my sons and I decided I needed a haircut so we went to visit Harriet. They thought she was a nice lady, which she is. She texted me later "Your boys were totally what I expected, very sweet and polite.. handsome too".

Update on that job interview.

2009-03-31T11:09:00.000-07:00

You will recall, I'm sure, my fabulous roleplay thing I was doing last week, or was it the week before?

She came up to my apartment, as agreed. And as I opened the door I saw that she was quite a bit older than she'd let on. She was, I think, somewhere in her 50s but in pretty good shape so I made an instant decision to keep on with it.

After a few minutes I could tell that I was distinctly unaroused and I knew that I was going to have to say something before it became too obvious. I broke character, looked her in the eyes. "Jenny", I said, "I'm sorry but this just isn't working for me".

She took it quite gracefully. We both got dressed and chatted a bit to cover it up, then she left.

Roleplay

2009-03-21T13:39:00.000-07:00

I put a listing in the local equivalent of Craigslist:

Imaginative and fundamentally decent early40s man in Eastern suburbs, looking for adventurous younger woman for the occasional roleplay adventure. I could be your new boss and you're an eager new employee... or I'm a cop and I've booked you speeding... anything that gives the encounter a bit of oomph and scope for imagination. I'm open to sensible ideas.

Limits very much respected.

I got a response back from a woman in her late 30s, "N". Never done anything like this before, didn't say a lot. She said she was keen and wanted me to describe a scenario...

N -

There's no set way to go about it, and it'd be up to us to come up with something that made sense. When I've done this in the past it works best if you and I talk first (ideally without meeting, phone is good) to get a feel for what we both like, and for me to know what gets you going and what your limits are and whatnot.

But roughly speaking, we work out what kind of a setup it is, and how the first couple of minutes goes.. and then we take it from there. I like it to start out pretty realistic, so if we were doing a job interview it'd start out pretty normal (we would have had to decide in advance what sort of job it was, so we have something to work with). But then I'd point out that there are plenty of applicants for the job and that for someone to land the job they'd have to be able to show me that they were really really keen to get it. And so on.

It doesn't always work. Sometimes one or both people get the giggles, or it just seems too implausible. But when it does work, and you stay in character for a while, it can be lot of fun. I think what makes it really intense is that you can sort of tell yourself that it's not you doing whatever it is you're doing, it's your character. Makes it all a bit more deniable.

Anyway. There's a point in the interview (or whatever the situation is) where you say you'd do anything to get the job. I love that. "Anything?.. really...?" After that it starts to get a bit more hands-on. And what happens after that depends a bit on what you and i talk about beforehand, and what you like and don't like. I have a nice professional appearance, I'm well-spoken and (I've been told) quite handsome. But I'm also a bit of a middle-aged pervert so don't be afraid to tell me what you like.

This seemed to grab her attention and she asked for more detail:

N -

I'll take a deep breath and dive in, shall I? I did warn you... these are just suggestions, of course. It could go any way we want it to.

For a start. there'd be some fairly inappropriate touching through your clothes. Grazing your breasts with the palms of my hands, that sort of thing. You'd be embarrassed, uncomfortable, but at the same time I'd remind you that there are a hundred applicants for the job, and that I need to make sure you really want it.

I'd have to think of some quasi-believable reason to touch you like that, so that, at least at first, even though it's not entirely normal it's not completely abnormal either. This part could go on for quite a while. Your buttocks, thighs etc. I'd be quite calm and nice about it, but you'd have to go along. It becomes obvious that there's quite a bit more to this job interview than you expected. And it'd fun too I can tell you're getting aroused despite yourself. And you know I can tell.

Then I'd get you to undress, I'd have some pretext for seeing what you look like naked. You would of course protest, but I'd remind you that you have to. And on it goes.

Once naked... well, I could get you to show yourself off to me. Or, maybe, explore your body with my hands. After this is all gets a bit blurry.. but here's a few things in point form (I'm tired and can't write coherent sentences any more tonight)...

- i could get you to suck my cock
- i could make you masturbate while I watch
- i could fuck you (actually, this is pretty much always going to be on the menu)
- depending on what we'd agreed beforehand, I could play with your ass, maybe fuck you there

Just a few ideas... any of this appeal? If this is too much for you I can tone it down. Or if there's anything else you like, let me know. (spanking, watersports, bondage.. see, i told you i'm a pervert. But a nice one)

She just emailed back and said yes to everything except the ass-fucking. I can live with that. More to follow...

Poly.

2009-03-20T23:03:00.000-07:00

You may recall (I certainly do) that a couple of weeks ago a friend invited me to a party where I had some fun with four women. And yes, I know exactly how unlikely that sounds.

It was Amanda. We'd met on a fetish-themed site, and we'd gotten chatting. She had had fantasies for ages and was just dipping her toe in the water. We got on well, but she said she wouldn't play with me - despite the fact that our interests are very compatible - because she was looking for something a little more exclusive. Not just a bit of fun now and again, which is what I'm after. She wanted a committed relationship, within which she could then indulge her fetishes. Fair enough, I guess. (But what about Mr Right Now, I asked?)

She's since become quite involved with the local BDSM community, she goes to the munches and whatnot and has subsequently met quite a lot of fat red-haired women who have many cats. And thin, shifty men.

A few days ago I was chatting to her on msn. She told me about a recent BDSM munch thingy she'd been to.

she: I met someone who I cuddled and kissed for hours

me:whats he like

she: young, little out there, smart. he's poly. he has 2 or 3 girls

me:am i poly? or am i just a slut? what's the difference?

she:i'm not sure of the defintion hehe lol. i think poly has multiple relationships. that include emotional attachments

Now, I guess this is progress of a sort. She had originally said she wouldn't play with me because I was 'poly'. But now, she will play with men who say they're poly, but not with men like me who just sleep around. I must remember this. But I felt surprisingly troubled by this exchange. Leaving aside for a moment my suspicion that she's being sold a pup by this glib young man, I'm just a little uncomfortable with the notion that I'm just (at least in her eyes) going about this very mechanically. There's a clear implication that I don't have any emotional attachment to the women I'm having sex with. It's just organ-grinding.

I was curious though. I told her about Sarah, as a not atypical example. We see each other not quite once a week. We know the names of each others' kids. We've spend a weekend together at the beach. We spend more time talking than fucking. We eat together. I ran this by Amanda and her verdict was that even if I did qualify as poly (which she doubted), Sarah's definitely a slut. Because she's married.

Sugasm 161.

2009-03-20T23:02:00.000-07:00

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Utopics

2009-03-18T20:22:00.000-07:00

I found this on a profile today. Sensational stuff... especially sea horses.
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I am a simple girl that enjoys getting attentions.

But i also demand respect for my own space

I love:
sea, horses, history, family, big laughts
I Hate:
lies, utopics, segregation, thinking within the box
My Ideal Person:
I am looking for a man.

Lisa's coming over

2009-03-18T15:16:00.000-07:00

I was just chatting with Lisa (no, I haven't mentioned her before, but I'll fill you in later) and I told her what I was up to today (gym, piano, accountant, evening drinks) and she said that she was going to put aside part of her afternoon to masturbate.

So I had a brainwave. "You could come over here to my place and masturbate while I'm doing my taxes, and I can watch you out of the corner of my eye."

She thought that was a great idea and said that in that case, she'd bring some toys with her. More later..

I've had days like this at work too.

2009-03-16T05:07:00.000-07:00

In case you're curious...

2009-03-07T19:12:00.000-08:00

Me again.

So where's the missus...?

2009-03-07T12:57:00.000-08:00

I've been having a few messages back and forth on some hookup site with a couple.. or maybe just a guy. And that's the issue. He's early 50s, bi, likes fucking guys, and if I believe his story, he was a wife in her early 40s who likes to join in. They live not far from me. So far so good, right?

I ran into him again this morning on msn and he said he was there with his wife and she wanted to see my bod. I was happy to oblige. Then she, apparently, wanted to see my cock. Again, happy to oblige. But at the same time I'm quite aware of the fact that there's a good chance that there's no wife.. it's just him.

Then he said, of course, that rather than the three of us meeting up, she wants him to meet me first. Oh, and she doesn't just want him to meet me.. she apparently wants him to fuck me as well.

So while they're on msn with me I gave them my landline number and asked them to call me. Just enough to say hello, didn't have to be a long call at all. He said that they'd call me on Tuesday. Tuesday? Huh? This is when I really start to smell a rat. If he's on the level he's there with his wife, it's 8am on a Sunday morning, they're very keen to meet.. and all of a sudden she's in the shower. And he can call me but she can't. So I said they should call me when she gets out of the shower. But no, he wants to call me on Tuesday. He knows exactly what my issue is. I don't think she exists. He knows why I'm keen for them (or her, really) to call me. And if she was real it'd be very easy to prove....

Postcript: He had told me a while ago that he has a mild foot fetish, and wanted to see my feet. Which I showed him on cam. No harm in that. Anyway, I do love having my feet rubbed, but it's just not really a very sexual thing. But there are some fetishes I can easily accomodate and that's one of them.

So today when I was chatting with him and his alleged wife, he told me that she had a foot fetish as well. And she wanted to see my feet. Right... anyway, I did it. I showed him (or possibly, them) my feet. He said that she wanted to see me come on my feet. Now, of course I'm smelling a pretty huge rat by this point (what an amazing coincidence... his wife likes feet too!) so I declined.

Just after lunch

2009-03-07T11:52:00.000-08:00

I was at Tony's BBQ during the week, the one with the cops and firefighters and whatnot, and it was very good fun. I have a running joke with my ex about it; he imagines it (quite vividly) as a seething fuck-fest of hot masculine men; the reality's quite a bit tamer.

I was able to tell him the next day that I was, in fact, the first guy to get in the spa naked (there were a couple of guys in there already, but with speedos on), which he loved.

And then I told him that at one point, with 8 or 9 guys in the spa, someone starting asking each of us when was the last time (if ever) that we'd had sex with a woman (remember, this is a gay party). Please ask me, I thought.. and sure enough the question eventually came around to me. "Just after lunch", I said.

Spitroast.

2009-03-02T21:43:00.000-08:00

I was at the beach yesterday with Claire (who, you will no doubt remember, I'm always a bit in love with) and as we were lying there together she asked me:

Claire: So what about this woman you're seeing?
Me: (pause) err... which one?
Claire: The one you're sleeping with
Me (longer pause)
Claire (rolls her eyes), oh, sorry, I forgot.. "which one?"

So I told her about I'd been up to with my mate the cop and Tina, and where I was with Judith and Joan. And the married one I've started seeing (no, you haven't heard about her yet).

Claire liked the stuff about me and my cop mate and Tina, and she made a series of gestures with her hands, like she was playing with dolls. "What's it called again, when the woman has a cock in her mouth and one at the other end?".

I really couldn't do that with Claire.

Men vs Women

2009-03-02T01:18:00.000-08:00

I've been asked a few times what are the biggest differences between having sex with men or with women. There are a few, as you'd expect, but one of the biggest and most important is this: if you're having a woman come over to your place for sex, you have to make sure the place is reasonably tidy, you have to change the sheets and make sure the bathroom's clean.

With men, all you need to do is make sure you have lube and condoms. They don't care about the rest.

More cops

2009-02-25T11:50:00.000-08:00

While I'm on the subject of cops, Tony invited me to his BBQ next week. So what's the big deal, I hear you ask. Who's Tony, and what's so special about his BBQ?

Every year thousands of gay men descend on my city for the Mardi Gras season, there's a big parade and lots of parties and whatnot. It's the weekend after next and you can feel it in the air already, all the inner-city gyms are packed, there are lots of well-built handsome well-dressed men with foreign accents wandering around my neighborhood (which you eventually get sick of, as they all look a bit the same - give me a suburban dad any time). I don't go to the parade or the parties as I'm usually out of town, as I will be this year.

But on the Thursday before the parade, in the evening, my friend Tony has a BBQ. Tony's a cop and he's part of some international network of gay cops and firefighters and his annual BBQ is a big get-together for all the gay cops and firemen who've come from Canada and the US (mostly). I'll be one of the very few who's not a cop or a fireman.

I like this for a couple of reasons: for a start, it's such a great setup, I'm there with a beer, standing out on the deck at the back of Tony's house, chatting (and yes, flirting) with Canadian firefighters, and later on if it's a warm night guys get naked and get in the pool. But also, I'm just delighted to get an invite to this gathering. It means I'm nice and butch still.

When I was involved with Sam (the one time in my life I was in a same-sex relationship, and it occurs to me that I probably should write something sometime about it) he and I used to monitor each other for signs that we were becoming florists. Over-use of the word 'fabulous', too many hand gestures, that sort of thing.

The other thing about Tony is that he's the first man I ever fell for and it surprised me. We met just over three years ago when I first moved back from the UK. We started chatting on a gay cruising site, we spoke on the phone and he invited me to his place for dinner. He'd just turned 50 and he has a very handsome, open masculine face and a very calm manner. We had dinner sitting out on the deck and I remember feeling very relaxed, as though we'd created a bubble around us and I didn't have to worry about anything else.. my job, my situation with my wife, the works. Long dinner, lots of talking.. then a swim and then he fucked me. Perhaps because i was so relaxed and happy and I liked him a lot anyway the sex was incredible. We talked some more and then I went home and the next morning when I woke up I had the strangest feeling, I realised I had a bit of a crush on him and wanted to see him again, straight away.

I was used to having sex with men, I was even becoming used to the idea of forming quite close friendships with men I'd met for sex (as I realised later, that was the biggest part of why I did it so much) but I'd never expected to fall for someone. And it surprised me.

FC, Tina and where did my day go?

2009-02-25T11:17:00.000-08:00

You recall, I'm sure, how I told you about seeing my friend FC and Tina on Friday. And how it'd been a lot of fun, partly because I just did a cameo, a walk-on part. I was there all of 15 or 20 minutes.

Part of the reason I liked it like that so much was as a contrast to my previous session with the two of them, which had been a couple of weeks ago. Here's what we got up to (Sarah wanted me to email her with the details, so I obliged) -

i got there a bit after 7. it was at my friend [FC]'s place in [ ]. He's a cop. About my age. Very nice guy. Used to be gay, now likes fucking women. The other guest was already there. Tina (not her real name) is early 40s, quite tidy. I've met her before, with [FC].
We sat down and chatted and had a drink. Then we have to wind the clock forward two and a half fucking hours.

The general setup when [FC] and I do Tina (if I can generalise) is that she really really loves being fucked hard. So he and I pretty much take turns. She goes right off, it's lovely. So if I'm fucking her, [FC]'s either watching or getting her to suck his cock. Then we'll use a bit of hand signals to coordinate switching over after a while, it's quite hard work. We give each other occassional thumbs-up.. 'well done', that sort of thing.

When he fucks her I would sometimes go in the living room and have a leisurely swig of my beer, then wander back to observe. A couple of times I got underneath her (she likes being fucked from behind, ass in the air) to lick her clit while she was being fucked. Nice view from there too.

One item she'd put on the agenda for this particular evening was that she wanted to see a bit of man-on-man action, so I obliged by sucking his cock. While I was fucking her, of course. She loved that. She also wanted the two of us to kiss, which we did. Although I don't really like kissing men, it's very gay. (And yes, I know exactly how hypocritical this sounds.)

After a while of this I get a bit bored. i have to say. esecially as it was getting quite late. But towrds the end he started playing with my ass, which she noticed and liked. He didnt fuck me (he's actually the only guy who's fucked me in the last year and a half). While he was playing with my ass I figured I needed a distraction and i started fisting her which sent her right off. She eventually came (for about the 17th time) and we all called it quits.

Anyway, the problem with all this was that the whole thing took hours and hours. We sat around talking and drinking for more than two hours before play started. Don't get me wrong, I like sitting around and yakking, and I generally don't like having sex with someone I wouldn't talk with, so it's not usually an issue. But generally, if I'm going to talk to someone for that long it's because they're someone I'm a bit in love with in some way or another (Claire, Prudence, Sam). If I can digress, many years ago a colleague who was a noted swordsman told me his big secret. He said that the trick is that if you talk to a woman for 4 or 5 hours she almost certainly will let you plunge the tusk. But I remember thinking that that sounded like a hell of a long time and there's no way I'd talk to someone that long - the sex just wouldn't be worth it.

Anyway, so on Monday afternoon I got a call from FC asking me if I was free at 3pm. I said "yes" without thinking and then he said that he and Tina were getting together at 3 and I should come over. I wasn't all that crazy about the idea, and I realised that I'd been hoping that he'd called me because he had found someone else we could fuck that afternoon, but it was too late. I couldn't really back out.

So at 3pm I turned up at FC's place, Tina joined us shorter thereafter. We sat and talked, and then talked some more. I found myself yawning and feeling desperately tired and I finally asked whether they'd mind if I had a nap. So I did just that - I went into FC's bedroom, undressed and lay on the bed and slept for an hour or so while they kept drinking and talking. Then, they came in, woke me up, we all had sex and then I left.

Busy Day

2009-02-21T03:18:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was busy, especially the afternoon. I had to be in Balmain mid-afternoon to have coffee with that headhunter who may or may not have a crush on me, then I had to go to North Sydney to see my accountant and then I had to be in Potts Point at 630 for a BBQ with my charming friend Craig. And in the middle of this logistical nightmare I get a text message from my friend the friendly policeman, asking whether I was free around 530ish to lend him a hand. Tina was coming over and she does love being tag-teamed.

I said yes without a moment's hesitation (the three of us have gotten together a couple of times now) but by the time I got there I was very hot and stressed and only had a few minutes.

He and I did our usual setup.. she on the bed on all fours, sideways, one of us at either end and swapping over every so often.

As I'd been walking to his apartment I had been wondering whether I'd even be able to get a hardon, it was hot and I was stressed and not remotely horny but there was something about the indecent haste and the matter-of-factness of it that really got me going and I ended up coming very quickly, to everyone's surprise.

Tina still wants to see him fuck me; we'll save that for next time.

ASecretLife

Rod Butt Rest

Sarah: Update (and not a great one either)

It's in the stars...

Me, again.

My niche, apparently.

Lawyer

And Sarah.

Booty Call!

She's gone too far.

Watch and play.

Lovely afternoon at the seaside.

That neighbor still really sucks.

Just superb, really.

Al Fresco

Nutter.

I am looking for:Someone who's sane, articulate, adventurous and doesn't have lots of tattoos. That should narrow it down nicely.

A lovely surprise.

Quite a good idea, I thought.

Another neighbor really sucks.

She's going to rub it off, eventually.

Lisa and me .. and then this other bloke shows up

Who?

Sam and Chris; Kate, Lisa and Keiko.

Pilot... pic

Pilot.

Size

Neighbor really sucks.

Appropriate

Lisa calms down

MMMMMMF

Queasy

How married women really should do this.

More Lisa. And the bit where it all goes haywire.

I do love a good booty call.

Lisa. Second night.

Lisa. First night.

A rake, a feather and a telephone directory

Busy Day

Ow!

Search me.

Curtains.

One of each.

Al Fresco

Lisa and compliments.

Search.

How am I doing?

Lunch with Lisa

Lunch with Sarah.

Date Girl

Lisa and the cucumber.

She's exquisite.

Walks on the beach.

Abort mission!

Busy week.

Ennui

Other neighbor, Lisa and watersports.

A good seeing-to.

Lisa. The Good Doctor. Claire. I think that's about all.

Neighbor

Now they're feeding me!

Email.

Get back to work.

Animal

Fantasist.

Pervert.

Real Estate.

Busy day.

What a nice thing to say!

Lisa and the plumbers.

Pitch.

I finally get to fuck Penny

Top. Bottom.

Lisa. Faking it. And her friend.

Rather a busy day yesterday.

A quick note on pets.

Men.

Dating

Fishnets

More me...

I am looking for:
Someone who's sane, articulate, adventurous and doesn't have lots of tattoos. That should narrow it down nicely.