Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Is there some tradition in particular that each year puts you into the Christmas (or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Festivus) mood? Maybe not the cheery, sugary, “peace on earth, goodwill towards men/women/human/animal/plant/atomic structure” mood, but the “hey, its that time of year” mood. For me it is listening to “The Police at Christmas” recording that I made back in 1984 off of a radio special on WMMS 100.7FM in Cleveland, Ohio. I pretty much just listen to it at this time of year. It amazingly has held up all of these years; not too much degradation. The show featured live and studio recordings from the various albums, interviews with the band members and managers telling about their Christmas memories, and recordings from their solo projects. If you were/are a big fan of The Police, it is an excellent program. I need to transfer the tape to CD sometime soon before it wears out.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Stop. Think. Suicide is not the answer.
You may have heard about this latest teen suicide on the news. I live in a neighboring township. I was at the middle school just this past weekend. I run past the high school all the time. I eat at the restraunt that bears his family's name. "Tragedy" doesn't begin to describe it. I didn't know the family, but the community just doesn't seem like a place where this could happen. Stop. Think. Suicide is not the answer. Stop. Think.
An Informal Survey
I've noticed over the last 6 months or so that we have sex most often and more frequently just before "Aunt Flo" comes to visit us each month for a week. I have a hunch that it might be the pheromones she gives off at that time. I hope this isn't too gross of a subject for you. So, male and female readers, if you don't have sex frequently throughout the month, do you recall having it more often just before her period starts as compared to other times of the month?
I've been tagged..."6 Weird Things"
I've been tagged by Mike and Eva
Each player of this game starts with the '6 weird things about you.' People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog."Weird" as defined as "sufficiently different from the norm to make the average reader say 'Huh?" or 'Hmmmm'." Leave out sexual traits, since you know most of them by now, and concentrated on personality quirks that we hope you might find interesting, if not truly deviant. The six lucky (or not) new participants are named at the end of this entry.
This is a tough one - the more blogs I read, the less weird I think I am. Anyway, I list the them here as required.
1. "The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it." Ok, so I'm not Dr. Evil (or even his son Scott (the Diet Coke of evil)). But I do keep the scrotum shorn and would like to be beaten by Vilma...
2. Crossdressing. Sure, there are a lot of crossdressers out there, more than you might think. I'm not into crossdressing to be able to "pass" in public, nor do I want to be a woman. I enjoy the feeling of wearing women's' clothes. I love the feeling of wearing hosiery, wearing the various styles of panties and bras. I always wear women's panties, and frequently hosiery, under my male clothes. When I wear women's clothes that can be seen in public, it is more of an androgynous look - pants, jeans, simple blouses. Never a dress with two-days growth on my face! lol
3. Maybe I have an OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). I should have been an accountant. I keep track of my personal income & expenses every month on a spreadsheet and graph the results & trends. I log all the miles I run every month and keep a running total for the year. I log all the races I run in - distance, time, pace, bib number, and average the results. When I look at Leg Show magazine, I rate every woman's pictorial based on the number of breasts, feet, legs, ass, pussy, and face shots are in each picture. (Tell me that's not weird, lol!) My CD collection used to be in alphabetical order and divided by genre until she started moving things around.
4. My deep, dark fantasies are a bit weird. I've written a few of them here, and there are always lots more floating around in my heads (you know, the one on my shoulders and the one on the end of my cock). Most involve humiliation, submission, bondage, and crossdressing. What I wouldn't do to serve a woman (or women) that treats me like crap all the while wearing women's clothes. I'd also love to do nothing but bring her to (multiple) orgasms while my sexual needs go unfulfilled. This is probably something most people would think "I just don't understand this. wouldn't men want to be the dominant one?" But that's why its on the list.
5. I still like watching Star Trek when I get a chance. I also like watching anime films (or Japanimation to others). Some of the better films are so much better drawn than American films, e.g., Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Wings of Honneamise. And then there's the other stuff that's just fun to watch, e.g., Speed Racer, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Urusei Yatsura, Project A-Ko.
6. I have a fetish for women's feet, women's hosiery-clad legs & feet, and seeing women in nice shoes that display their feet. I'm drawn to them like iron to a magnet. Tease me relentlessly with a glimpses of your legs or feet. Keep me guessing if you are wearing stockings or pantyhose. I'll be putty in your hands. The ultimate pleasure is a footjob after you've allowed me to give you a foot massage.
Rather than pick six others, I'll let the readers take this task upon themselves. Just let me know that you've done it so I can read your list.
Each player of this game starts with the '6 weird things about you.' People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog."Weird" as defined as "sufficiently different from the norm to make the average reader say 'Huh?" or 'Hmmmm'." Leave out sexual traits, since you know most of them by now, and concentrated on personality quirks that we hope you might find interesting, if not truly deviant. The six lucky (or not) new participants are named at the end of this entry.
This is a tough one - the more blogs I read, the less weird I think I am. Anyway, I list the them here as required.
1. "The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it." Ok, so I'm not Dr. Evil (or even his son Scott (the Diet Coke of evil)). But I do keep the scrotum shorn and would like to be beaten by Vilma...
2. Crossdressing. Sure, there are a lot of crossdressers out there, more than you might think. I'm not into crossdressing to be able to "pass" in public, nor do I want to be a woman. I enjoy the feeling of wearing women's' clothes. I love the feeling of wearing hosiery, wearing the various styles of panties and bras. I always wear women's panties, and frequently hosiery, under my male clothes. When I wear women's clothes that can be seen in public, it is more of an androgynous look - pants, jeans, simple blouses. Never a dress with two-days growth on my face! lol
3. Maybe I have an OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). I should have been an accountant. I keep track of my personal income & expenses every month on a spreadsheet and graph the results & trends. I log all the miles I run every month and keep a running total for the year. I log all the races I run in - distance, time, pace, bib number, and average the results. When I look at Leg Show magazine, I rate every woman's pictorial based on the number of breasts, feet, legs, ass, pussy, and face shots are in each picture. (Tell me that's not weird, lol!) My CD collection used to be in alphabetical order and divided by genre until she started moving things around.
4. My deep, dark fantasies are a bit weird. I've written a few of them here, and there are always lots more floating around in my heads (you know, the one on my shoulders and the one on the end of my cock). Most involve humiliation, submission, bondage, and crossdressing. What I wouldn't do to serve a woman (or women) that treats me like crap all the while wearing women's clothes. I'd also love to do nothing but bring her to (multiple) orgasms while my sexual needs go unfulfilled. This is probably something most people would think "I just don't understand this. wouldn't men want to be the dominant one?" But that's why its on the list.
5. I still like watching Star Trek when I get a chance. I also like watching anime films (or Japanimation to others). Some of the better films are so much better drawn than American films, e.g., Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Wings of Honneamise. And then there's the other stuff that's just fun to watch, e.g., Speed Racer, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Urusei Yatsura, Project A-Ko.
6. I have a fetish for women's feet, women's hosiery-clad legs & feet, and seeing women in nice shoes that display their feet. I'm drawn to them like iron to a magnet. Tease me relentlessly with a glimpses of your legs or feet. Keep me guessing if you are wearing stockings or pantyhose. I'll be putty in your hands. The ultimate pleasure is a footjob after you've allowed me to give you a foot massage.
Rather than pick six others, I'll let the readers take this task upon themselves. Just let me know that you've done it so I can read your list.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Argh! Its been one of those last couple of weeks. Nothing seems to be going completely right. There's always that small detail that is wrong that throws everything off kilter. It is very frustrating to say the least. Just when I think things are going to be completed, something happens and more work is required to finish. I haven't been posting lately due to this. I hope to find more time in the near future. The frustration leads to desires to crossdress more and more, to escape to somewhere to get away from it all for a short time, to have many orgasms. I feel the desire to go beyond wearing the day-to-day panties and hosiery, to go shopping for some new girl-clothes, especially some heels. As soon as I can finish this crap....
Monday, November 20, 2006
Buckeyes 12-0!! #1!!
Did you see The Game?! What a game!! Very evenly matched teams, if you ask me. There were a few times I just about thought victory would be snatched away from Ohio State's hands, but both teams seemed to make game-breaking mistakes that evened it out. Read more about it here. Regardless, there is no doubt who the top ranked team in the nation is: The Buckeyes of The Ohio State University!!
Did you see The Game?! What a game!! Very evenly matched teams, if you ask me. There were a few times I just about thought victory would be snatched away from Ohio State's hands, but both teams seemed to make game-breaking mistakes that evened it out. Read more about it here. Regardless, there is no doubt who the top ranked team in the nation is: The Buckeyes of The Ohio State University!!Race report: I ran in the Philly Marathon yesterday. No, not the whole thing (yet). I was part of a rely team. The four members in our team ran legs of 10 miles, 4 miles, 6 miles, and 6.2 miles. I had the 6-mile leg. Not sure what my time was as I wasn't wearing a watch and the time clocks weren't set up near the switching points. I felt like I ran pretty well. So well that, after passing the ID chip to my teammate, I ran the last 6.2 miles to the finish line. Feeling great today! I really enjoy running in these large races. Its fun to run with a lot of people and socialize. What is interesting about running the relay is having fresh legs and running faster than almost everyone else is in the second half of the race. I sometimes felt bad that I was passing people with ease when they were obviously having trouble just to keep going. I will be one of them some day...
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Its been a crazy week!! Argh!! I'm too stressed out right now!! I need some private time to "work on things", hint, hint, nudge, nudge, say no more, say no more. It seems like time compresses greatly just before the holidays. Things that were simple before become almost unmanageable. The timelines at work start getting shorter and more activities get added to them.
This weekend is the game. OSU vs. Michigan, both teams undefeated, at "The 'shoe" in Columbus. I have a feeling that I might become busy, again (see above paragraph), to see any or all of the game. This has happened more times than I care to count. Argh!!
This weekend is the game. OSU vs. Michigan, both teams undefeated, at "The 'shoe" in Columbus. I have a feeling that I might become busy, again (see above paragraph), to see any or all of the game. This has happened more times than I care to count. Argh!!
Monday, November 06, 2006
The Buckeyes are now 10-0 after beating Illinois last weekend. I didn’t see it as I was out shopping for a new dining room table. This weekend is Northwestern, then that university up north (who’s name I just don’t say in polite company) comes down to Columbus for the final game.
“The Trouble with Tribbles” was the latest remastered Star Trek episode to air. I’m really getting used to the new CGI effects after watching the old versions on DVD. The planets do look a lot better, as do the perspectives from which the ships are filmed (well, they really aren’t “filmed”, but what’s the right word?). If they could somehow make the ships look less CGI-ed, they’ed really have it nailed.
I had a strange dream Saturday night that brings to mind the question “What if?”. I’m writing this down just so I can think it though, so no comments are necessary. It was one of those dreams that involves people from different times of my life that in no way could have known each other or been in the same place in real life. Do you have dreams like these? I have them more often than others. What made this one stand out is that it involved a particular girl that I knew in college. No, not involved like you’re thinking (I wish it did!). In fact, I can’t even remember how she was involved in the dream.
Anyway, when I was in college, we started off in the same class (along the way I switched to the 5-year plan). I knew who she was, and to me, she was absolutely beautiful, had a great personality (very down to earth), was in the top few of the class, and came from a very well-to-do family. (My best friend thought she talked way too much and was just another brainiac to be avoided as they ruined the grading curve for average folks like us.) I admired her from a few rows back in the various classes we took together. I assumed all along that she had no idea who I was. As time went by, we got to be on a first-name basis, but no further as we had different circles of friends. Luckily by her senior year, I was fortunate to spend some time with her at a couple of events where we weren’t with our usual circles of friends. Me, being the shy, low self-esteemed geek, didn’t try to take things any further than just spending those few days hanging out together. At the time I figured that since she would be graduating a year ahead of me and near the top of the class, that she’d not be interested in me. I wish someone would have smacked me up side the head and yelled “Get a clue!!!” (Ironically, my friend that couldn’t stand the brainiacs in the class ahead of us went on to date and marry another one of them. I guess all of my preaching to him that there was no reason to dislike them actually sunk in, lol.)
I lost touch with her after she graduated, and then I moved to another state after my graduation. By chance a couple of years later I went back to the city where I went to school with some friends, and I ran into her at a “First Friday” art gallery crawl that I hadn’t even planned on attending. We talked a bit, and, again, me being a dork, didn’t follow through. She was in law school. Again, I wish someone would have smacked me up side the head and yelled “Get a clue!!!” Long story short, I Googled her and found that she’s married and a very successful lawyer.
So I was thinking yesterday “What if…I had perused her? Where would I be now? What would life be like?” Tough to say. That assumes that she had the same feelings for me back then. Perhaps she did. Perhaps she didn’t. Perhaps she just thought of me as an acquaintance. Perhaps. But then I wouldn’t be where I am now. I would not be blessed with the friends and family I have here. I would not be enjoying the things in life that I now do. I would not be the me that I am. Or perhaps…
“The Trouble with Tribbles” was the latest remastered Star Trek episode to air. I’m really getting used to the new CGI effects after watching the old versions on DVD. The planets do look a lot better, as do the perspectives from which the ships are filmed (well, they really aren’t “filmed”, but what’s the right word?). If they could somehow make the ships look less CGI-ed, they’ed really have it nailed.
I had a strange dream Saturday night that brings to mind the question “What if?”. I’m writing this down just so I can think it though, so no comments are necessary. It was one of those dreams that involves people from different times of my life that in no way could have known each other or been in the same place in real life. Do you have dreams like these? I have them more often than others. What made this one stand out is that it involved a particular girl that I knew in college. No, not involved like you’re thinking (I wish it did!). In fact, I can’t even remember how she was involved in the dream.
Anyway, when I was in college, we started off in the same class (along the way I switched to the 5-year plan). I knew who she was, and to me, she was absolutely beautiful, had a great personality (very down to earth), was in the top few of the class, and came from a very well-to-do family. (My best friend thought she talked way too much and was just another brainiac to be avoided as they ruined the grading curve for average folks like us.) I admired her from a few rows back in the various classes we took together. I assumed all along that she had no idea who I was. As time went by, we got to be on a first-name basis, but no further as we had different circles of friends. Luckily by her senior year, I was fortunate to spend some time with her at a couple of events where we weren’t with our usual circles of friends. Me, being the shy, low self-esteemed geek, didn’t try to take things any further than just spending those few days hanging out together. At the time I figured that since she would be graduating a year ahead of me and near the top of the class, that she’d not be interested in me. I wish someone would have smacked me up side the head and yelled “Get a clue!!!” (Ironically, my friend that couldn’t stand the brainiacs in the class ahead of us went on to date and marry another one of them. I guess all of my preaching to him that there was no reason to dislike them actually sunk in, lol.)
I lost touch with her after she graduated, and then I moved to another state after my graduation. By chance a couple of years later I went back to the city where I went to school with some friends, and I ran into her at a “First Friday” art gallery crawl that I hadn’t even planned on attending. We talked a bit, and, again, me being a dork, didn’t follow through. She was in law school. Again, I wish someone would have smacked me up side the head and yelled “Get a clue!!!” Long story short, I Googled her and found that she’s married and a very successful lawyer.
So I was thinking yesterday “What if…I had perused her? Where would I be now? What would life be like?” Tough to say. That assumes that she had the same feelings for me back then. Perhaps she did. Perhaps she didn’t. Perhaps she just thought of me as an acquaintance. Perhaps. But then I wouldn’t be where I am now. I would not be blessed with the friends and family I have here. I would not be enjoying the things in life that I now do. I would not be the me that I am. Or perhaps…
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
One reader asked recently if I'm going to crossdress for Halloween this year. I'm not. I do really want to. I really, really, really want to. I just don't have a party to go to. Over the weekend some friends and I met at a bar to have a "surprise" birthday party for me and the bar had a costume contest that I didn't know about. Had I know, I might have dressed up. There was one guy dressed as a cocktail waitress and the other as a Playboy bunny, both quite comical. And being comical is the key to pulling it off. Had I dressed up and not been, people might have thought that I was much too comfortable and at ease in women's clothes for just Halloween. And I think my outfit would have fit me much better then theirs did.
Oh, and the Buckeyes are 9-0!!!
Oh, and the Buckeyes are 9-0!!!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Book MeMe
I copied this meme from Hiromi:
1. One book that changed your life.
Not really an earth-shattering change, but Dune by Frank Herbert (science fiction) really drove home the concept of conservation and recycling.
2. One Book That You've Read More Than Once.
I can't just stop at one: Dune (and the rest of the series that Frank wrote), The Lord of the Rings series, The Joy of Homebrewing, Cosmos, and a bunch of the '70's Star Trek books.
3. One Book That You'd Want On A Deserted Island: Gardening for One on a Desert Island. No, its not a real book.
4. One Book That Made You Laugh: Sienfeld
5. One Book That Made You Cry.
None that I can think of, although my differential equations math course book in college made me come close to crying in frustration.
6. One Book That You Wish You Had Written.
SPC for the Rest of Us. Its a great book on explaining statistical process control. I'm not a statistician, but this book really made sense of the subject to me.
7. One Book You Wish Had Never Been Written.
Don't know. I'm sure there's one that is so poorly written that it doesn't make any sense to anyone but the author.
8. One Book That You Are Reading Right Now.
I'm between books right now. The next one will be Dune: The Machine Crusade. As I mentioned in a previous post, these new books aren't as great as the originals, but its interesting to see how the stories develop.
9. One Book That You Have Been Meaning To Read.
I've a long list of them. I've read several science fiction "Best of..." Compilations of various authors' short stories that I'd like to read more of some of the authors.
10. Tag five others that you would like to do this meme.
To quote Hiromi "Anyone who's reading this, but please let me know in comments so I can go have a look."
1. One book that changed your life.
Not really an earth-shattering change, but Dune by Frank Herbert (science fiction) really drove home the concept of conservation and recycling.
2. One Book That You've Read More Than Once.
I can't just stop at one: Dune (and the rest of the series that Frank wrote), The Lord of the Rings series, The Joy of Homebrewing, Cosmos, and a bunch of the '70's Star Trek books.
3. One Book That You'd Want On A Deserted Island: Gardening for One on a Desert Island. No, its not a real book.
4. One Book That Made You Laugh: Sienfeld
5. One Book That Made You Cry.
None that I can think of, although my differential equations math course book in college made me come close to crying in frustration.
6. One Book That You Wish You Had Written.
SPC for the Rest of Us. Its a great book on explaining statistical process control. I'm not a statistician, but this book really made sense of the subject to me.
7. One Book You Wish Had Never Been Written.
Don't know. I'm sure there's one that is so poorly written that it doesn't make any sense to anyone but the author.
8. One Book That You Are Reading Right Now.
I'm between books right now. The next one will be Dune: The Machine Crusade. As I mentioned in a previous post, these new books aren't as great as the originals, but its interesting to see how the stories develop.
9. One Book That You Have Been Meaning To Read.
I've a long list of them. I've read several science fiction "Best of..." Compilations of various authors' short stories that I'd like to read more of some of the authors.
10. Tag five others that you would like to do this meme.
To quote Hiromi "Anyone who's reading this, but please let me know in comments so I can go have a look."
The Buckeyes are now 8-0 after beating Indiana last weekend. I was not able to watch it as it was broadcast on ESPN-U which my cable provider doesn’t. Minnesota is up this weekend, and hopefully it will be on a channel that I receive.
This is going to be a busy weekend as I have two 5K races, one Saturday morning and the other Sunday morning. I haven’t run back-to-back races before, so I’m interested in seeing how I’ll perform on Sunday.
“Arena” was the latest remastered Star Trek episode to aire. I’m getting used to the new CGI effects. Call me a nit-picker, but a blinking Gorn?! Is nothing sacred?! rotflmao
This is going to be a busy weekend as I have two 5K races, one Saturday morning and the other Sunday morning. I haven’t run back-to-back races before, so I’m interested in seeing how I’ll perform on Sunday.
“Arena” was the latest remastered Star Trek episode to aire. I’m getting used to the new CGI effects. Call me a nit-picker, but a blinking Gorn?! Is nothing sacred?! rotflmao
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Star Trek Remastered
Has anyone been watching the remastered original series Star Trek? What do you think? If you don't like to hear me nit-pick, just move along....
I have mixed feelings after watching a few of the episodes. The first thing I don't like is the updated opening theme music. They added a female voice to it. That is not what I don't like, it actually sounds pretty good. The original music changed from season to season, so just by listening to the music, I could identify in which season that episode was made. Sure, I know which episode belongs to which season by title (or even within the first 30 seconds of watching a specific episode).
They're also using CGI to replace the planets and the Enterprise when viewed from space, as well as some details within the ship. The planets look beautiful. In the episode I, Mudd, the android Norman opens a panel on his stomach to show Kirk that his is an android. This was CGI'ed in the remaster. Sure, it looks good and the effect is smoothly inlaid. However, the "roughness" of late '60's TV production and special effects technology are two of the things that gave the series character. (Remember when The Twilight Zone recorded a few episodes using tape rather than film?) The new effects just look too "new" to me to blend in seamlessly.
And scenes are landing on the cutting room floor. I don't know if this is something that the local TV station or the production company is doing. For example, in The City on the Edge of Forever, in the scene where the guy takes McCoy's phaser when McCoy passes out in the alley, the part where he overloads the phaser and is obliterated was cut. Not a big scene in the episode, but it makes on wonder how much more is being removed.
Ok, I'll take my Spock ears off now...
I have mixed feelings after watching a few of the episodes. The first thing I don't like is the updated opening theme music. They added a female voice to it. That is not what I don't like, it actually sounds pretty good. The original music changed from season to season, so just by listening to the music, I could identify in which season that episode was made. Sure, I know which episode belongs to which season by title (or even within the first 30 seconds of watching a specific episode).
They're also using CGI to replace the planets and the Enterprise when viewed from space, as well as some details within the ship. The planets look beautiful. In the episode I, Mudd, the android Norman opens a panel on his stomach to show Kirk that his is an android. This was CGI'ed in the remaster. Sure, it looks good and the effect is smoothly inlaid. However, the "roughness" of late '60's TV production and special effects technology are two of the things that gave the series character. (Remember when The Twilight Zone recorded a few episodes using tape rather than film?) The new effects just look too "new" to me to blend in seamlessly.
And scenes are landing on the cutting room floor. I don't know if this is something that the local TV station or the production company is doing. For example, in The City on the Edge of Forever, in the scene where the guy takes McCoy's phaser when McCoy passes out in the alley, the part where he overloads the phaser and is obliterated was cut. Not a big scene in the episode, but it makes on wonder how much more is being removed.
Ok, I'll take my Spock ears off now...
Monday, October 16, 2006
Argh!! My blog is not gone. Saturday night I was working on the format of my blog on a different computer that I usually use. Something happened during the editing process and, poof!, it was lost. I didn't realize it was gone until this morning. Its a good thing I had the template backed-up. A word of advice: Back up your template NOW!!
The college football season is really starting to get interesting with the release of the BCS poll. OSU is ranked #1. Michigan is still unbeaten. OSU plays Michigan on 11/18. Assuming both teams remain unbeaten until then, this will be the big game of the season. (Note to self - clear calendar for 11/18, buy beer and pretzels on 11/17.)
The college football season is really starting to get interesting with the release of the BCS poll. OSU is ranked #1. Michigan is still unbeaten. OSU plays Michigan on 11/18. Assuming both teams remain unbeaten until then, this will be the big game of the season. (Note to self - clear calendar for 11/18, buy beer and pretzels on 11/17.)
Thursday, October 12, 2006
10,000 Hits!!
Thank you!!! My appreciation to all of you that frequently read or just stopped by once. Without you, just counting my hits here may have only totaled 8,000 or so. Hopefully my blog has provided you with some information, entertainment, or just something to divert your attention from life's challenges. I hope that my future posts continue to do the same.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
The Buckeyes beat BGSU last Saturday! Their record is now 6-0! The game was not broadcast out here in Philly, and the newspaper didn’t have much to say about it, so I can only imagine that it was a blow-out as the score suggested. On to Michigan State this weekend.
Have you read this book, "My Girlfriend Comes to the City and Beats Me Up" by Stephen Elliott (Cleis Press)? I have not as of yet, however, I will. They say not to judge a book by its cover, but the cover is what attracted me to it. If there is any one pose for a picture that I’m particularly fond of, it is similar to the cover photo – the woman sitting, legs crossed at the knees, and her suspended foot dangling in front so as to expose the sole of her foot. It displays the legs and feet/shoes very well. With the perspective of the viewer below the woman, the viewer is in an overtly submissive position, under her foot and she’s looking down. In this specific picture, she’s obviously dominant – dangling handcuffs, leather or vinyl fetish clothing, the expression on her face. I wonder if this was a real picture that they then Photoshopped, or if were a painting. If it were a real picture, I’d love to see more of them.
Speaking of books, does anyone else read science fiction? Specifically, the Dune series? I read, and have re-read several times, the original novels by Frank Herbert since I was a teen. Great stuff if you’re looking for my recommendation. Lately, I’ve been reading the new books by his son, Brian Herbert, and Kevin Anderson. What do you think about them? They are good stories, but not as well written as Frank’s. They read rather quickly, whereas Frank’s were a bit more meaty.
Have you read this book, "My Girlfriend Comes to the City and Beats Me Up" by Stephen Elliott (Cleis Press)? I have not as of yet, however, I will. They say not to judge a book by its cover, but the cover is what attracted me to it. If there is any one pose for a picture that I’m particularly fond of, it is similar to the cover photo – the woman sitting, legs crossed at the knees, and her suspended foot dangling in front so as to expose the sole of her foot. It displays the legs and feet/shoes very well. With the perspective of the viewer below the woman, the viewer is in an overtly submissive position, under her foot and she’s looking down. In this specific picture, she’s obviously dominant – dangling handcuffs, leather or vinyl fetish clothing, the expression on her face. I wonder if this was a real picture that they then Photoshopped, or if were a painting. If it were a real picture, I’d love to see more of them.
Speaking of books, does anyone else read science fiction? Specifically, the Dune series? I read, and have re-read several times, the original novels by Frank Herbert since I was a teen. Great stuff if you’re looking for my recommendation. Lately, I’ve been reading the new books by his son, Brian Herbert, and Kevin Anderson. What do you think about them? They are good stories, but not as well written as Frank’s. They read rather quickly, whereas Frank’s were a bit more meaty.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Another great weekend in a number of areas. The Buckeyes won again, 5-0! The first half of the game could have gone either way. Once Iowa threw an interception, the game was pretty much in OSU's hands. Next week: Bowling Green at home. Although not financially advantageous, it would be more interesting to see the game at Bowling Green: small stadium, big demand for tickets. It would be the biggest thing to hit BGSU in a long time.
The race was also a success: I placed second in my age group. This will probably be the last time this happens in a while as my birthday later this month will push me up into the next age group and more competition. Not that I'm a fast runner, I just got lucky to run a personal best time in a small race. If the race were twice as big, it never would have happened. The hot chick that I see at all of the races was there as well. I was hoping to run with her as I tried to do in the last race (and I was never able to catch up to her). I started out quickly, hoping she'd pass me at some point, but she ended up about 10 seconds behind me. I’ll see her again at two races later this month.
The race was also a success: I placed second in my age group. This will probably be the last time this happens in a while as my birthday later this month will push me up into the next age group and more competition. Not that I'm a fast runner, I just got lucky to run a personal best time in a small race. If the race were twice as big, it never would have happened. The hot chick that I see at all of the races was there as well. I was hoping to run with her as I tried to do in the last race (and I was never able to catch up to her). I started out quickly, hoping she'd pass me at some point, but she ended up about 10 seconds behind me. I’ll see her again at two races later this month.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
I’ve made a few updates in the last few days. I changed my icon; although a more appropriate caption would be “I pledge allegiance to my panties.” And I’ve gone through all of my links and re-grouped them. If you see yours and you don’t like where it’s at, just let me know and I’ll move it appropriately. If you don’t see yours, let me know and I’ll add it.
I’ve another 5K race on Sunday. Today my throat is starting to get sore. Hopefully, I will be able to run a good race. My last couple of runs were pretty good, so I’m hoping to do well, at least better than the last time I ran this same course.
Thankfully the Buckeyes won last week’s battle against the Nittany Lions. The rain certainly had an effect on the game, making me wonder if either team could score in the first half. Luckily, the rain stopped and OSU got their game back together and they won. If it weren’t for PSU’s mistakes, the score not have been as lopsided. This week the Buckeyes travel to Iowa. They are one of those teams that give every opponent a tough time.
New underwear: I recently received an offer from Jockey that if I bought more than $30 in underwear I could get a free pair of their men’s underwear in the new 3D fabric and I could get $10 off the order. Seeing that I don’t have any men’s underwear I figured I try a pair since they’d be free. So I ordered enough women’s panties and a bra to get them. Jockey is starting to make better women’s panties & bras, not just the plain old stuff, so I was happy with my selections when they arrived. I put them on after taking a shower. They felt very comfortable and looked good too. I was curious about the men’s briefs, actually a bikini style. I put them on and had two reactions: the material felt great, and the coverage was way too much. The 3D material feels somewhat like some of the panties I have as it is a blend of spandex and cotton. I think they are definitely on to something with it. For men’s briefs, they fit okay. I just wish they were a bit skimpier – lighter waistband and smaller cut – more like women’s panties. I’ll keep them for the few times where I might need to wear them, but I honestly can’t think of when that might be.
I’ve another 5K race on Sunday. Today my throat is starting to get sore. Hopefully, I will be able to run a good race. My last couple of runs were pretty good, so I’m hoping to do well, at least better than the last time I ran this same course.
Thankfully the Buckeyes won last week’s battle against the Nittany Lions. The rain certainly had an effect on the game, making me wonder if either team could score in the first half. Luckily, the rain stopped and OSU got their game back together and they won. If it weren’t for PSU’s mistakes, the score not have been as lopsided. This week the Buckeyes travel to Iowa. They are one of those teams that give every opponent a tough time.
New underwear: I recently received an offer from Jockey that if I bought more than $30 in underwear I could get a free pair of their men’s underwear in the new 3D fabric and I could get $10 off the order. Seeing that I don’t have any men’s underwear I figured I try a pair since they’d be free. So I ordered enough women’s panties and a bra to get them. Jockey is starting to make better women’s panties & bras, not just the plain old stuff, so I was happy with my selections when they arrived. I put them on after taking a shower. They felt very comfortable and looked good too. I was curious about the men’s briefs, actually a bikini style. I put them on and had two reactions: the material felt great, and the coverage was way too much. The 3D material feels somewhat like some of the panties I have as it is a blend of spandex and cotton. I think they are definitely on to something with it. For men’s briefs, they fit okay. I just wish they were a bit skimpier – lighter waistband and smaller cut – more like women’s panties. I’ll keep them for the few times where I might need to wear them, but I honestly can’t think of when that might be.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Last Week – This Week
To my few regular readers and to those that just stumble into my blog: Yes, I realize that my blog has been getting tamer lately. Not enough sex and crossdressing tales to tell to keep your attention and attract new readers. Excuses are many, and none are accpetable: The summer months are just so busy between work and yard/house activities that I just haven’t had much time for action and adventure (“A Jedi seeks not these things.”).
And I seem to be spending more time surfing the net and blogsphere for juicy porn and blogs, and making comments on blogs, to do any appreciable writing. I’ve been collecting a lot of URLs with which I someday hope to update my links. My links need pruning – some blogs are out of service, some haven’t been updated in a long time, some I’m just not interested in anymore. I hope to do this soon.
Recap of last weekend:
- The birthday flowers for her were/are still gorgeous. The main gift that I gave her was a running skirt and top. Tip for the ladies: running skirts are extremely sexy. If you are a runner, play tennis, engage in other athletic activities, or just want to look like you do, buy one!! Ok, so I bought it because I think she looks sexy in it (and because I can live vicariously through her – I’d love to wear one, but I can’t say that I’d crossdress while running.)
- Watched the Buckeyes beat up Cincinnati Saturday afternoon. Next up: Penn State at home.
- Bake a cake from scratch for her birthday. I made one of those “cup-cake cakes”. It turned out pretty good for a first try at it. The next one will be better.
- Block Party Saturday night with the neighbors. An interesting evening. Some of them I see all the time, others are just a wave in passing. It was fun, eating and drinking in the street.
- I came in 3rd place for my age group in the 5K race.Mowed the lawn on Sunday during the Eagles game as it was the only time to do so. Probably pissed off a neighboor or two with the noise.
Friday, September 15, 2006
The Weekend Ahead
Now that it has stopped raining and its nearly "beer o'clock", time to take a look ahead for what's in store for the weekend:
- Pick up the flowers as it is her birthday this weekend
- Mow the lawn once it dries out, hopefully Saturday morning
- Watch the Buckeyes beat up Cincinnati Saturday afternoon
- Block Party Saturday night with the neighbors
- 5K race on Sunday morning, then go to the township's Community Day
- Bake a cake from scratch for her birthday
- Dinner with her Monday night for the birthday
Check out this ad for Bookbinder's that was in the paper this morning. I've never been there, and I'm positive that chicks like these don't dress like that there. However, they are a group of hotties!!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Monday
Buckeyes 2-0!!: Did you catch the OSU vs Texas game Saturday night? Great game! Outstanding!! There were a few moments during the game that could have changed the momentum and the score. Thankfully, my Buckeyes pulled through for another win. Go Bucks – Beat Cincinnati on Saturday. What happened to Penn State? Before the game I thought it would be a close game. Is ND that good? The remainder of the season will tell us.
Beer Fest: The other highlight of the weekend was going to a Jazz & Beer Fest in a nearby town. For me, the jazz was just something to listen to while I sampled the beers. There were a good variety of brewers and styles for the size of the venue. Although how Budweiser got a table was beyond me - I don’t think anyone actually sampled it. The food inside the beer area was also pretty tasty – freshly baked soft pretzels, a variety of cheese, various barbequed meats, and pizza. I might have also added some sweets like cheesecake, chocolate cake or brownies, and some fruits that would complement the various beer styles if I were one of the organizers.
Fall Fashions: What’s the deal with tunics being in style this year? Who’s the buyer that over-ordered and convinced the marketing folks to make them the new fashion ‘must have’? Tunics have always looked frumpy to me. I hope I don’t see any crossdressers making this mistake!
Leg Show: I bought the recent October issue of Leg Show as well as a special edition that is currently on the newsstands. No time for complete reviews now, just a short one on the special edition: it is a collection of twenty ladies who have their own commercial websites. Plenty of eye candy with which to jerk off. A couple of my favorites, Elise and Slutty Sammi, are there as well as many that were previously unknown to me. I will have to get to know them better soon.
Beer Fest: The other highlight of the weekend was going to a Jazz & Beer Fest in a nearby town. For me, the jazz was just something to listen to while I sampled the beers. There were a good variety of brewers and styles for the size of the venue. Although how Budweiser got a table was beyond me - I don’t think anyone actually sampled it. The food inside the beer area was also pretty tasty – freshly baked soft pretzels, a variety of cheese, various barbequed meats, and pizza. I might have also added some sweets like cheesecake, chocolate cake or brownies, and some fruits that would complement the various beer styles if I were one of the organizers.
Fall Fashions: What’s the deal with tunics being in style this year? Who’s the buyer that over-ordered and convinced the marketing folks to make them the new fashion ‘must have’? Tunics have always looked frumpy to me. I hope I don’t see any crossdressers making this mistake!
Leg Show: I bought the recent October issue of Leg Show as well as a special edition that is currently on the newsstands. No time for complete reviews now, just a short one on the special edition: it is a collection of twenty ladies who have their own commercial websites. Plenty of eye candy with which to jerk off. A couple of my favorites, Elise and Slutty Sammi, are there as well as many that were previously unknown to me. I will have to get to know them better soon.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Buckeyes 1-0!!
Did you see me at the Ohio State football game last Saturday? If you were watching it on TV you may have. I was sitting above the tunnel at the closed-end of the stadium. A friend said he did see me at one point during the game. Go Bucks!! It had been several years since I attended a game at my alma mater. It wasn’t until we were close to the campus did I realize how much I missed the place. It was a sea of scarlet, white, and grey people all buzzing in anticipation of seeing a good football game. I saw several new buildings and bridges. We arrived just as the band was entering the stadium. Goose bumps were running up and down my body as I heard the familiar drum roll as watched them enter. The revamp of The ‘Shoe was better than I had expected. Although it was a cloudy and misty day, the weather didn’t enter my mind. It could have been pouring down rain and I wouldn’t have cared.
I wish I had more time to walk around campus either before or after the game. I’ve read about some of the new buildings that I’d like to see, and the campus is great to walk around. Hopefully I’ll get back there later this fall. One thing that really surprised me about Columbus in general is the amount of sprawl. Where there used to be farms and fields, there are now 5- and 6-lane roads lined with strip malls and chain restaurants. Yuck! As I saw all of this I realized the advantage Philly has over cities like Columbus: most of the roads in and around the city are old, most of the areas were built up with homes, schools, factories, and businesses years ago, so roads can’t be widened. This gives Philly its own character. Its tough for a chain restaurant to plunk down a new building anywhere they please. I do see this happening in Bucks County, outer Montgomery County, and even out in Lancaster. I see about the same things in north Austin, TX, as I do in north Columbus, OH. I’m sure it’s the same in other areas. Don’t get me wrong. There are parts of Austin and Columbus that I absolutely adore, and parts of Philly that are the pits. Its just that urban sprawl leads to a generic landscape. My preference would be to build things closer together – reinvent the city in the suburbs. Better yet, move things back into the city if the city is dying.
Enough of my ranting for today. Saturday is OSU’s big game against Texas. Go Bucks!! The match up between Penn State and Notre Dame should also be exciting.
I wish I had more time to walk around campus either before or after the game. I’ve read about some of the new buildings that I’d like to see, and the campus is great to walk around. Hopefully I’ll get back there later this fall. One thing that really surprised me about Columbus in general is the amount of sprawl. Where there used to be farms and fields, there are now 5- and 6-lane roads lined with strip malls and chain restaurants. Yuck! As I saw all of this I realized the advantage Philly has over cities like Columbus: most of the roads in and around the city are old, most of the areas were built up with homes, schools, factories, and businesses years ago, so roads can’t be widened. This gives Philly its own character. Its tough for a chain restaurant to plunk down a new building anywhere they please. I do see this happening in Bucks County, outer Montgomery County, and even out in Lancaster. I see about the same things in north Austin, TX, as I do in north Columbus, OH. I’m sure it’s the same in other areas. Don’t get me wrong. There are parts of Austin and Columbus that I absolutely adore, and parts of Philly that are the pits. Its just that urban sprawl leads to a generic landscape. My preference would be to build things closer together – reinvent the city in the suburbs. Better yet, move things back into the city if the city is dying.
Enough of my ranting for today. Saturday is OSU’s big game against Texas. Go Bucks!! The match up between Penn State and Notre Dame should also be exciting.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
A Crappy Post
Argh! Nothing interesting to post today or this week yet. It has been a crappy week. Oh, yes, the weekend was fine, but not the weekdays.
We went to Scranton, PA, for a wedding on a lake. Not a 'booze cruise' on Lake Wallenpapack a la "The Office". It was misting all day and on the cool side. This didn't put a hamper on the festivities, tho. A good time was had by all including myself. Some interesting observations: lots of women wearing sandals or flip-flops so I saw lots of feet, mostly cute. At one point during the day I noticed this girl who was wearing a white peasant dress. I first noticed the outline of the bottom of her panties - pretty high cut. Then as I looked closer, I noticed the top of her panties - pretty low cut. Then I noticed her face - she looked about 18 or so. Realizing my pervy thoughts, I moved along. Later in the day I saw her talking to a small boy and I assumed it was her brother. Wrong - I then noticed the wedding ring and diamond on her left hand and her husband next to her. My previous guilt cleared and I went back to looking at her panties.
The past two days have been full of more crappy weather. Full of crappy stuff at work. The tests that we're trying to complete just aren't going as well as everyone had thought. We're trying to put the pieces together to figure out what's going wrong, so there is still some time for it to ruin my vacation this Thursday through Monday. Argh! And it just seems like the pieces aren't fitting together yet. Luckily, thanks to the links I've been keeping along the right, I have some good ol' porn to brighten my mood at home.
Speaking of the list of links, I need to make some updates as I've accumulated a lot of new links to post. If you have one that you'd like to see, or one that you'd like me to remove, just let me know.
We went to Scranton, PA, for a wedding on a lake. Not a 'booze cruise' on Lake Wallenpapack a la "The Office". It was misting all day and on the cool side. This didn't put a hamper on the festivities, tho. A good time was had by all including myself. Some interesting observations: lots of women wearing sandals or flip-flops so I saw lots of feet, mostly cute. At one point during the day I noticed this girl who was wearing a white peasant dress. I first noticed the outline of the bottom of her panties - pretty high cut. Then as I looked closer, I noticed the top of her panties - pretty low cut. Then I noticed her face - she looked about 18 or so. Realizing my pervy thoughts, I moved along. Later in the day I saw her talking to a small boy and I assumed it was her brother. Wrong - I then noticed the wedding ring and diamond on her left hand and her husband next to her. My previous guilt cleared and I went back to looking at her panties.
The past two days have been full of more crappy weather. Full of crappy stuff at work. The tests that we're trying to complete just aren't going as well as everyone had thought. We're trying to put the pieces together to figure out what's going wrong, so there is still some time for it to ruin my vacation this Thursday through Monday. Argh! And it just seems like the pieces aren't fitting together yet. Luckily, thanks to the links I've been keeping along the right, I have some good ol' porn to brighten my mood at home.
Speaking of the list of links, I need to make some updates as I've accumulated a lot of new links to post. If you have one that you'd like to see, or one that you'd like me to remove, just let me know.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Something Completely Different
Not sure how I surfed into this site Ultimate Surrender but it is kind of interesting. Lesbian nude wrestling sex. The free previews are enough to give me a chubby. Its tough for me to say how "authentic" the wrestling moves are as I've never been a wrestler. I'm sure much of the time one girl is allowing the other to put holds on her rather than fight back as the kissing, licking, and fingering look to be very welcome by either opponent. It says that the loser gets fucked by the winner, but that doesn't seem to me to be that bad of a deal.
I've heard about submissive men wanting to be wrestled by dominant women. Its not my cup of tea. After seeing this site, however, I can start to see the appeal as it includes many of my fetishes. Dominant women - check. Humiliation - check. Close contact with her legs - check. Fondling and being fondled - check and check.
I can imagine the scene going something like this: I've been caught buying women's clothes while at a mall. The two girls that caught me also noticed that I was wearing women's clothes. They tease and taunt me, and finally have a female security guard take me away. I'm embarrassed and a bit scared of what will happen next. The "guard" tells me that I'm in a lot of trouble as there were some complaints about me. I tell her that I've never had any complaints or caused any trouble for as long as I've been buying women's clothes. She laughs at me and becomes meaner. She calls me many names and raises her voice. She starts to get physical by poking and slapping me. She calls me a wimp and says that I'm not man enough to handle a real woman. I protest and ask what I can do to reconcile the situation. She leaves the small room I'm in. Its very cold and the lights are very bright. The metal chair is uncomfortable. There is a large mirror on one wall opposite the door.
I'm in there for what seems like a very long time. Suddenly, the door opens. The "guard" and the two girls from the mall walk in. "Is this the guy?" the guard asks them. "Yes, that't the pervert!" one girl says, "What an asshole." The other girl just looks at me, studying my clothes, but not making eye contact. The guard shouts at me "You think you're better than these women?! Don't you?! Answer me!" I try to answer and she cuts me off. "You're not! Any woman could beat you to a pulp. You make me sick, you're such a wimp!" she shouts again. I try to answer again and she slaps me across the face. I try to protest again and she hits me again. "You're fucked," she shouts at me.
They leave as suddenly as they entered. A long time later the guard comes back in. "The women are letting you off easy, against my advice," she says. I think that I'm going to get to go home and stand up. She immediately throws a small duffel bag at me. "You'll have to change into these things and be ready in 5 minutes," she says and leaves.
I open the bag and find a red soft-cup bra, red string bikini panties with side ties, a tight fitting women's white tank top and women's white nylon gym shorts. I'm wondering what they are for when she opens the door. "Come on, hurry up! You're a real fuck aren't you?!" she scowls at me. I quickly strip off all of the clothes I have on - a pair of women's heeled loafers, black women's chinos from Banana Republic, black pantyhose, a white blouse, white camisole, and a white bra. I notice that the cold air has caused considerable shrinkage. I slip on the clothes, all of which are about one size too small. The guard immediately opens the door, grabs my arm and pushes me around into another room.
The lights are bright in the center of the room and very dim around the fringe. On one side I can see a window into the room in which I was being held. All I can see is the floor that looks like a wrestling mat - white rubber with a large circle. I can't see much else although I can hear people talking. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize they must have seen everything that happened in there, including me chaning clothes. I try to hide behind the guard, and she shoves me into the center of the circle. The people in the crowd start to giggle, laugh, and whistle. I'm still not sure what's going on. I hear a bell ring and a woman steps out of the darkness into the ring. She's dressed similarly as me, but her clothes fit her much better. She's a petite blonde with a ponytail, well proportioned, showing a strength without being too ripped. "What are we doing..." I start to say and the bell rings again loudly.
She lunges at me, grabs my wrist, twists my arm and raises it upwards. The pain makes me bend over. Before I know it, she lets go of my arm, kicks my legs from under me, and I land on my back. She grabs my arm again and forces me onto my stomach, pulling my arm behind me and lifting my chin up with her other hand. Someone comes over and yells "point" or something like that. The girl on top of me lets go, lays on top of me, and puts me in a head lock with one arm. "Pussy!" she yells into my ear. She uses her other arm to rip away my tank top. "Point" I hear again. As she releases me, the bell rings again. She leaves me in the center of the mat breathless.
Just as I'm gaining any sense of composure, the bell rings again. She comes running at me and knocks me down like a linebacker. She's very fast and agile, putting me in wrestling holds one after another, followed by someone yelling "Point!" My shorts are ripped away from me when she has my torso in a scissor lock with her legs. "Pussy!" she screams at me again. I get enough sense to try to fight back. I'm no match for her skills, but I am a good 10" taller and 85 lbs heavier. I manage to get her under me on her stomach. I pause to catch my breath. "Fight like a real woman, or are you just a girly-boy?" she growls between her teeth. "What do you mean?" I manage to ask as she locks her legs around mine. "You are a pussy! If you want to win, you have to get me naked!" she shouts as she manages to grab my bra.
She flips me over. I grab for her bra through her tank top and manage to pull it off. This just angers her more. I try to flip her over, but she's too quick. I'm on the floor in another head lock with her legs around my waist. With her free hand she pulls the ties on one side of my string bikini, exposing my shaved cock and balls. She moves one leg down to hold back my leg, then she grabs my cock. Now I'm confused. I thought we were fighting. Now she's stroking my stiffening cock. "Double point!" I hear from somewhere. The bell rings. I'm left in the ring in nothing but a bra, my cock at half-mast. More cat calls from around the ring.
The bell rings again. She again comes at me fast. I manage to deflect her rush and knock her over. I grab her shorts and rip them off. "Foul!" I hear. The ref says that I must have her in a hold to rip off any clothing. She then swats my ass with a wooden paddle. My opponent pulls my legs down, rolls me onto my back, then locks her thighs around my head with her head at my stomach. I'm trying to breath and unlock her legs with my hands. I can smell her sweet aroma. She again goes for my cock, stroking it harder and harder with one hand, the other locked around my balls. It is starting to feel good, but I can't relax with her legs around my head. I grab her bikini and pull it open. She doesn't let go. I grab the bra and pull it off. No dice. She keeps stroking my cock. The mix of pleasure and pain is exhilarating. I want to relax and fully enjoy the sensations of the handjob, but relaxing means ... what? I'm not sure what losing the match will mean.
I slap her ass once, twice, three times with one hand as that's all I can think of. I feel her legs loosen a bit, then lock again. I slap her ass again and again and again, both cheeks. She loosens enough that I break free. I look at her and she has a possessed look in her eyes. She lunges at me, locking her arms around my waist, her face up against my cock. I try to bend over her and lock my arms around her waist. If I can pick her up, I'll have her, I think to myself. Too late, she beats me to it. She straightens up and flips me over. The wind's been knocked out of me and I'm seeing stars. She's on top of me again, one foot under my chin pushing my head all the way back, the other hooked under my knee pulling it toward my head. One of her hands is back on my cock, stroking it very roughly, the other is pinching my nipples. I can't see her, but I use my hands to feel up her leg. With her legs open I get one hand on her pussy and start to stroke it. She's very wet and I get a finger in.
I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. I'm thinking that maybe if I can get her to cum she'll release me. Wrong! She instead pushes my head back with more force from her foot. She attacks my cock, spitting on it and jerking it with both hands. I'm straining to keep it together. "Cum, you fuck, cum!!" she yells at me. "Damn it! I told you to cum! You pussy bitch! Now cum you fuck!" I can't shake her off and can't hold back the surging wave of cum. I feel the spasms in my cock and balls as the semen erupts from me. She keeps jerking me, the cum making me and her hand slick.
The bell rings several times. The ref comes out and lifts her arm up. "Winner!!" she shouts and the people watching cheer and shout. She lets me go and I lay there, exhausted from the wrestling and the intense orgasm. Before I know it, I feel someone pulling me off of the floor. I'm pushed over a small padded bench and my wrists are tied down. The bench is sloped so my head is lower than my ass. My legs are parted and tied. A ball gag is strapped onto me. There is a lot of cheering and shouting. I look around and see my opponent strapping on a dildo and harness. She circles around me, stroking the fallus and smiling to the audience. She grabs my ass with both hands, then gives me a few hard swats. "Is that what you like, bitch? You almost had me during the match if only you kept spanking me," she whispered into my ear. She hit my ass harder a few more times, enough to make me grunt in pain.
She then poured lube all over my ass, it ran down my back and legs. I could feel the dildo at my ass. She gave me a few light thrusts to get open it up, then sunk it in deep. I let out a loud groan. She waited a few seconds then began stroking it in and out of me. Long slow strokes followed by short fast strikes. She smacked my ass as she did this to the delight of the crowd. My cock was now erect and moving with her strokes. Knowing that her dildo would never go flacid, I wondered when this would end. It wasn't just a dildo she was using. She turned on the vibrator at low intensity and dialed it up as time passed. Many minutes later I was beginning to relax and almost enjoyed the ass fucking I was receiving when she stopped. If I were able to see her face and body, I would have seen them become flush with the orgasm she was having.
She stopped and the crowd cheered for her. She pulled out of me and sat on my back. I could see people, no, they were all women, coming out onto the floor around us. My view was limited to their legs and feet due to the position I was in, not that I minded. They congratulated her and talked for a while. I was being treated as nothing more that furniture. Every once in a while I received a swat on my ass or a hand feels up my cock and balls. They all leave and I'm left alone. The guard comes in, unties me, and throws my clothes at me. "You are a fuck, aren't you?" she asks as she leaves.
I've heard about submissive men wanting to be wrestled by dominant women. Its not my cup of tea. After seeing this site, however, I can start to see the appeal as it includes many of my fetishes. Dominant women - check. Humiliation - check. Close contact with her legs - check. Fondling and being fondled - check and check.
I can imagine the scene going something like this: I've been caught buying women's clothes while at a mall. The two girls that caught me also noticed that I was wearing women's clothes. They tease and taunt me, and finally have a female security guard take me away. I'm embarrassed and a bit scared of what will happen next. The "guard" tells me that I'm in a lot of trouble as there were some complaints about me. I tell her that I've never had any complaints or caused any trouble for as long as I've been buying women's clothes. She laughs at me and becomes meaner. She calls me many names and raises her voice. She starts to get physical by poking and slapping me. She calls me a wimp and says that I'm not man enough to handle a real woman. I protest and ask what I can do to reconcile the situation. She leaves the small room I'm in. Its very cold and the lights are very bright. The metal chair is uncomfortable. There is a large mirror on one wall opposite the door.
I'm in there for what seems like a very long time. Suddenly, the door opens. The "guard" and the two girls from the mall walk in. "Is this the guy?" the guard asks them. "Yes, that't the pervert!" one girl says, "What an asshole." The other girl just looks at me, studying my clothes, but not making eye contact. The guard shouts at me "You think you're better than these women?! Don't you?! Answer me!" I try to answer and she cuts me off. "You're not! Any woman could beat you to a pulp. You make me sick, you're such a wimp!" she shouts again. I try to answer again and she slaps me across the face. I try to protest again and she hits me again. "You're fucked," she shouts at me.
They leave as suddenly as they entered. A long time later the guard comes back in. "The women are letting you off easy, against my advice," she says. I think that I'm going to get to go home and stand up. She immediately throws a small duffel bag at me. "You'll have to change into these things and be ready in 5 minutes," she says and leaves.
I open the bag and find a red soft-cup bra, red string bikini panties with side ties, a tight fitting women's white tank top and women's white nylon gym shorts. I'm wondering what they are for when she opens the door. "Come on, hurry up! You're a real fuck aren't you?!" she scowls at me. I quickly strip off all of the clothes I have on - a pair of women's heeled loafers, black women's chinos from Banana Republic, black pantyhose, a white blouse, white camisole, and a white bra. I notice that the cold air has caused considerable shrinkage. I slip on the clothes, all of which are about one size too small. The guard immediately opens the door, grabs my arm and pushes me around into another room.
The lights are bright in the center of the room and very dim around the fringe. On one side I can see a window into the room in which I was being held. All I can see is the floor that looks like a wrestling mat - white rubber with a large circle. I can't see much else although I can hear people talking. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize they must have seen everything that happened in there, including me chaning clothes. I try to hide behind the guard, and she shoves me into the center of the circle. The people in the crowd start to giggle, laugh, and whistle. I'm still not sure what's going on. I hear a bell ring and a woman steps out of the darkness into the ring. She's dressed similarly as me, but her clothes fit her much better. She's a petite blonde with a ponytail, well proportioned, showing a strength without being too ripped. "What are we doing..." I start to say and the bell rings again loudly.
She lunges at me, grabs my wrist, twists my arm and raises it upwards. The pain makes me bend over. Before I know it, she lets go of my arm, kicks my legs from under me, and I land on my back. She grabs my arm again and forces me onto my stomach, pulling my arm behind me and lifting my chin up with her other hand. Someone comes over and yells "point" or something like that. The girl on top of me lets go, lays on top of me, and puts me in a head lock with one arm. "Pussy!" she yells into my ear. She uses her other arm to rip away my tank top. "Point" I hear again. As she releases me, the bell rings again. She leaves me in the center of the mat breathless.
Just as I'm gaining any sense of composure, the bell rings again. She comes running at me and knocks me down like a linebacker. She's very fast and agile, putting me in wrestling holds one after another, followed by someone yelling "Point!" My shorts are ripped away from me when she has my torso in a scissor lock with her legs. "Pussy!" she screams at me again. I get enough sense to try to fight back. I'm no match for her skills, but I am a good 10" taller and 85 lbs heavier. I manage to get her under me on her stomach. I pause to catch my breath. "Fight like a real woman, or are you just a girly-boy?" she growls between her teeth. "What do you mean?" I manage to ask as she locks her legs around mine. "You are a pussy! If you want to win, you have to get me naked!" she shouts as she manages to grab my bra.
She flips me over. I grab for her bra through her tank top and manage to pull it off. This just angers her more. I try to flip her over, but she's too quick. I'm on the floor in another head lock with her legs around my waist. With her free hand she pulls the ties on one side of my string bikini, exposing my shaved cock and balls. She moves one leg down to hold back my leg, then she grabs my cock. Now I'm confused. I thought we were fighting. Now she's stroking my stiffening cock. "Double point!" I hear from somewhere. The bell rings. I'm left in the ring in nothing but a bra, my cock at half-mast. More cat calls from around the ring.
The bell rings again. She again comes at me fast. I manage to deflect her rush and knock her over. I grab her shorts and rip them off. "Foul!" I hear. The ref says that I must have her in a hold to rip off any clothing. She then swats my ass with a wooden paddle. My opponent pulls my legs down, rolls me onto my back, then locks her thighs around my head with her head at my stomach. I'm trying to breath and unlock her legs with my hands. I can smell her sweet aroma. She again goes for my cock, stroking it harder and harder with one hand, the other locked around my balls. It is starting to feel good, but I can't relax with her legs around my head. I grab her bikini and pull it open. She doesn't let go. I grab the bra and pull it off. No dice. She keeps stroking my cock. The mix of pleasure and pain is exhilarating. I want to relax and fully enjoy the sensations of the handjob, but relaxing means ... what? I'm not sure what losing the match will mean.
I slap her ass once, twice, three times with one hand as that's all I can think of. I feel her legs loosen a bit, then lock again. I slap her ass again and again and again, both cheeks. She loosens enough that I break free. I look at her and she has a possessed look in her eyes. She lunges at me, locking her arms around my waist, her face up against my cock. I try to bend over her and lock my arms around her waist. If I can pick her up, I'll have her, I think to myself. Too late, she beats me to it. She straightens up and flips me over. The wind's been knocked out of me and I'm seeing stars. She's on top of me again, one foot under my chin pushing my head all the way back, the other hooked under my knee pulling it toward my head. One of her hands is back on my cock, stroking it very roughly, the other is pinching my nipples. I can't see her, but I use my hands to feel up her leg. With her legs open I get one hand on her pussy and start to stroke it. She's very wet and I get a finger in.
I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. I'm thinking that maybe if I can get her to cum she'll release me. Wrong! She instead pushes my head back with more force from her foot. She attacks my cock, spitting on it and jerking it with both hands. I'm straining to keep it together. "Cum, you fuck, cum!!" she yells at me. "Damn it! I told you to cum! You pussy bitch! Now cum you fuck!" I can't shake her off and can't hold back the surging wave of cum. I feel the spasms in my cock and balls as the semen erupts from me. She keeps jerking me, the cum making me and her hand slick.
The bell rings several times. The ref comes out and lifts her arm up. "Winner!!" she shouts and the people watching cheer and shout. She lets me go and I lay there, exhausted from the wrestling and the intense orgasm. Before I know it, I feel someone pulling me off of the floor. I'm pushed over a small padded bench and my wrists are tied down. The bench is sloped so my head is lower than my ass. My legs are parted and tied. A ball gag is strapped onto me. There is a lot of cheering and shouting. I look around and see my opponent strapping on a dildo and harness. She circles around me, stroking the fallus and smiling to the audience. She grabs my ass with both hands, then gives me a few hard swats. "Is that what you like, bitch? You almost had me during the match if only you kept spanking me," she whispered into my ear. She hit my ass harder a few more times, enough to make me grunt in pain.
She then poured lube all over my ass, it ran down my back and legs. I could feel the dildo at my ass. She gave me a few light thrusts to get open it up, then sunk it in deep. I let out a loud groan. She waited a few seconds then began stroking it in and out of me. Long slow strokes followed by short fast strikes. She smacked my ass as she did this to the delight of the crowd. My cock was now erect and moving with her strokes. Knowing that her dildo would never go flacid, I wondered when this would end. It wasn't just a dildo she was using. She turned on the vibrator at low intensity and dialed it up as time passed. Many minutes later I was beginning to relax and almost enjoyed the ass fucking I was receiving when she stopped. If I were able to see her face and body, I would have seen them become flush with the orgasm she was having.
She stopped and the crowd cheered for her. She pulled out of me and sat on my back. I could see people, no, they were all women, coming out onto the floor around us. My view was limited to their legs and feet due to the position I was in, not that I minded. They congratulated her and talked for a while. I was being treated as nothing more that furniture. Every once in a while I received a swat on my ass or a hand feels up my cock and balls. They all leave and I'm left alone. The guard comes in, unties me, and throws my clothes at me. "You are a fuck, aren't you?" she asks as she leaves.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Race Report and Other Thoughts
I ran another 5K last week. (This was in addition to the 10-13 miles I run every week.) The course was the same as another 5K I ran earlier this year. Surprisingly, my time was 1 second faster this time. Pure chance as I don’t think I could have done this had I planned it. Had I known this, I would have ran harder. I was trying to run faster, not because of time, but to catch up to the girl that I befriended over the last few races. I noticed over the past few races that we have similar paces. One race I beat her by about a minute, another race she beat me by 8 seconds, and at this race she beat me by 25 seconds. We started out near each other, but with the number of people in the race at varying paces, she pulled out ahead early on. Her ponytail was always in sight, but I was never able to catch up no matter how much I tried. I wonder if she was trying to school me. I didn’t get a chance to talk with her much before the race, and not at all after it as there was a group from work that also ran in it. The next race where I might see her is in October.
Life has been very busy lately. Not too busy for the occasional bout of sex, but too busy for some ‘me’ time (i.e., edging). And I really need some ‘me’ time. In a bad way. In a “get naked, get out the porn (Leg Show magazines & computer files), get out the lube, get out my crossdressing clothes, and masturbate for hours” type of way. Actually, the day (and I do mean a whole day) needs to start with some shopping. Reading Panty Fiend’s blog lately has really made me mad about buying some new panties. And the fall fashions are coming out.
So, I’d start the day showering, shaving, moisturizing, and then dressing in a nice pair of panties, stockings or pantyhose, bra, camisole, women’s khakis or jeans, and low heels. Then out to the malls. I’d go to the usual places – Victoria’s Secret, American Eagle, New York & Co., Express, The Gap, Banana Republic, Aldo, Target – as I’d like to buy some more lingerie, so pants/jeans, blouses, and shoes. Maybe a stop at a coffee shop. Maybe even a stop at the local Adult store for a new DVD, some lube, or a toy. These activities would certainly rev up my engines for several hours of edging once I return home.
Once home I’d strip back down and put on the new clothes. Maybe take a few pictures along the way. All of this time I’d be edging. I’d sit or lay back and look at my porn in the various formats and edge, and edge, and edge. I’d change lingerie every so often. The tactile sensations elicited by the lingerie adds to experience. I might surf the Internet to find some new porn pictures or videos. I might log into a chat room to chat with others about sex have chat sex. After all of this, and several hours of edging, I may call a certain phone sex line in order to cum. There’s nothing like listening to a woman’s voice while masturbating, especially if she’s giving me instructions or making suggestions (I like a dominant woman). I get pretty vocal while masturbating to her voice, even more so when reaching orgasm.
After all of this, I’m usually pretty well worn out. I’ll take another shower, and get something to eat and drink. If its not too late, I may get redressed and go back out to a coffee shop to relax for a while. Once I return home, I’d masturbate again before going to bed.
Life has been very busy lately. Not too busy for the occasional bout of sex, but too busy for some ‘me’ time (i.e., edging). And I really need some ‘me’ time. In a bad way. In a “get naked, get out the porn (Leg Show magazines & computer files), get out the lube, get out my crossdressing clothes, and masturbate for hours” type of way. Actually, the day (and I do mean a whole day) needs to start with some shopping. Reading Panty Fiend’s blog lately has really made me mad about buying some new panties. And the fall fashions are coming out.
So, I’d start the day showering, shaving, moisturizing, and then dressing in a nice pair of panties, stockings or pantyhose, bra, camisole, women’s khakis or jeans, and low heels. Then out to the malls. I’d go to the usual places – Victoria’s Secret, American Eagle, New York & Co., Express, The Gap, Banana Republic, Aldo, Target – as I’d like to buy some more lingerie, so pants/jeans, blouses, and shoes. Maybe a stop at a coffee shop. Maybe even a stop at the local Adult store for a new DVD, some lube, or a toy. These activities would certainly rev up my engines for several hours of edging once I return home.
Once home I’d strip back down and put on the new clothes. Maybe take a few pictures along the way. All of this time I’d be edging. I’d sit or lay back and look at my porn in the various formats and edge, and edge, and edge. I’d change lingerie every so often. The tactile sensations elicited by the lingerie adds to experience. I might surf the Internet to find some new porn pictures or videos. I might log into a chat room to chat with others about sex have chat sex. After all of this, and several hours of edging, I may call a certain phone sex line in order to cum. There’s nothing like listening to a woman’s voice while masturbating, especially if she’s giving me instructions or making suggestions (I like a dominant woman). I get pretty vocal while masturbating to her voice, even more so when reaching orgasm.
After all of this, I’m usually pretty well worn out. I’ll take another shower, and get something to eat and drink. If its not too late, I may get redressed and go back out to a coffee shop to relax for a while. Once I return home, I’d masturbate again before going to bed.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Vacation Report
Argh! The Monday morning after 9 days of vacation is the toughest day of the week. I was so getting used to sleeping in until 8AM. That 5:30AM alarm this morning interrupted some prime sleeping time.
Anyway, my vacation was great. We went to Avalon / Stone Harbor, NJ. We go about the same week every year and it seems to be a very lucky week to go. Last week was the Heat Wave that gripped most of the country. A few years ago we missed the blackout that hit most of the North East. It was hot “down the Shore” last week as well, but the heat was more bearable being able to slip into the pool or jump into the Atlantic Ocean whenever I got too hot. The ocean temperature was cool during the week up until Saturday. When the winds shifted around, the ocean temperature warmed to almost bath-water temperature, and the pool was almost too warm. My diet consisted mostly of seafood, ice cream, and beer.
There are a few things I look forward to when we go to the Shore. First, naturally, is the sight of all those women in bikinis. I think the bikini is the perfect swimsuit for almost all women. (The exceptions being the greatly obese.) I hear about the grueling experience of swimsuit shopping women go through – it has to cover this, it has to support that, etc. All for nothing in my mind. Just buy the bikini. Men are not going to avoid looking at, or approaching, a woman because her swimsuit is not a color of his liking, or it doesn’t cover that scar, or it makes her thighs look fat. We’re much more shallow that that. There’s nary a woman that I didn’t think looked great no matter her age or shape. The only problem I had, if it is a problem, was looking a woman, thinking “Wow! She has a great ass and legs!”, only to find that when she turned around, I could then tell by looking at her face that she was 16-18 years old. D’oh!
I would have liked to have worn a Speedo-style swim-suit, however, this being a family-oriented part of NJ and the fact that I’m neither Canadian nor gay, decorum dictated that I wear the longer surfer-style suits. Now I have an untanned section of skin from my waist almost down to my knees. Cinders and ashes!
There’s one pancake house that I really like to eat at (I’ll avoid naming the place lest the search engines bring unwanted visitors here. It’s a small chain along the Jersey Shore.) The food is great. The waitresses are even better! They are all women in their late teens and early twenties. Their uniform consists of white sneakers and white tennis dresses that are heavenly to behold. The dresses are short (mini-skirt length) so as to show off their long and tan legs. That would be enough to satisfy me any day of the year. However, the dresses are also thin enough that their panties are easily visible through them. Yep, I’m a perv. The one day we were there I got a great seat at a great table – right up front near the kitchen. Most people would hate this as there is a lot of activity and noise. Not me. The waitresses line up along the counter to fetch the plates of hot pancakes – great for panty viewing. I’m sure they know that people can see them – kudos to the owner for picking out the uniform! Most of the waitresses were wearing white briefs, a few had on white string bikinis, and a couple had white panties with colored piping outlining them or words written across the back (couldn’t quite make out what the words were, tho). The one older (late 30’s) waitress was wearing granny panties – argh!
The other things I like about the shore are eating ice cream and drinking beer every day. Not that there’s anything from preventing me from doing this at home, but at the shore I can be more decadent. There’s a wealth of mom & pop ice cream shops along with a few chain stores. One could eat at a different place every night and still have another week’s worth of places to visit. I did. The beer selection at any of the bars or stores is not great by any means. However, in NJ one can buy beer by the six-pack, not just by the case as in PA. I was able to find a couple of beers that I had not sampled previously. I read a lot as well. My preference for Shore reading are science fiction short-story anthologies. Most of the stories are just long enough to read before needing to take a dip or go for a walk.
Anyway, my vacation was great. We went to Avalon / Stone Harbor, NJ. We go about the same week every year and it seems to be a very lucky week to go. Last week was the Heat Wave that gripped most of the country. A few years ago we missed the blackout that hit most of the North East. It was hot “down the Shore” last week as well, but the heat was more bearable being able to slip into the pool or jump into the Atlantic Ocean whenever I got too hot. The ocean temperature was cool during the week up until Saturday. When the winds shifted around, the ocean temperature warmed to almost bath-water temperature, and the pool was almost too warm. My diet consisted mostly of seafood, ice cream, and beer.
There are a few things I look forward to when we go to the Shore. First, naturally, is the sight of all those women in bikinis. I think the bikini is the perfect swimsuit for almost all women. (The exceptions being the greatly obese.) I hear about the grueling experience of swimsuit shopping women go through – it has to cover this, it has to support that, etc. All for nothing in my mind. Just buy the bikini. Men are not going to avoid looking at, or approaching, a woman because her swimsuit is not a color of his liking, or it doesn’t cover that scar, or it makes her thighs look fat. We’re much more shallow that that. There’s nary a woman that I didn’t think looked great no matter her age or shape. The only problem I had, if it is a problem, was looking a woman, thinking “Wow! She has a great ass and legs!”, only to find that when she turned around, I could then tell by looking at her face that she was 16-18 years old. D’oh!
I would have liked to have worn a Speedo-style swim-suit, however, this being a family-oriented part of NJ and the fact that I’m neither Canadian nor gay, decorum dictated that I wear the longer surfer-style suits. Now I have an untanned section of skin from my waist almost down to my knees. Cinders and ashes!
There’s one pancake house that I really like to eat at (I’ll avoid naming the place lest the search engines bring unwanted visitors here. It’s a small chain along the Jersey Shore.) The food is great. The waitresses are even better! They are all women in their late teens and early twenties. Their uniform consists of white sneakers and white tennis dresses that are heavenly to behold. The dresses are short (mini-skirt length) so as to show off their long and tan legs. That would be enough to satisfy me any day of the year. However, the dresses are also thin enough that their panties are easily visible through them. Yep, I’m a perv. The one day we were there I got a great seat at a great table – right up front near the kitchen. Most people would hate this as there is a lot of activity and noise. Not me. The waitresses line up along the counter to fetch the plates of hot pancakes – great for panty viewing. I’m sure they know that people can see them – kudos to the owner for picking out the uniform! Most of the waitresses were wearing white briefs, a few had on white string bikinis, and a couple had white panties with colored piping outlining them or words written across the back (couldn’t quite make out what the words were, tho). The one older (late 30’s) waitress was wearing granny panties – argh!
The other things I like about the shore are eating ice cream and drinking beer every day. Not that there’s anything from preventing me from doing this at home, but at the shore I can be more decadent. There’s a wealth of mom & pop ice cream shops along with a few chain stores. One could eat at a different place every night and still have another week’s worth of places to visit. I did. The beer selection at any of the bars or stores is not great by any means. However, in NJ one can buy beer by the six-pack, not just by the case as in PA. I was able to find a couple of beers that I had not sampled previously. I read a lot as well. My preference for Shore reading are science fiction short-story anthologies. Most of the stories are just long enough to read before needing to take a dip or go for a walk.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
An American Heavy Metal Weekend
I heard that song on the radio the other day and its been stuck in my head. Do you know the name of the group sings it? Its kind of obscure, so I’d be surprised if you did without having to search for it on the web.
Race Report: It was awesome! I felt a whole lot better by yesterday. Even though I hadn’t run in a week, I figured I’d give it the old college try (that and the fact that I had pre-registered so I at least needed to pick up the t-shirt). It was a cross-country trail run in at a nearby state park. I’d been to the park before, but never to run. I’m glad I had no idea what was in store for me. Run, run, run, up some small hills, down some small hills, over tall grass, rocks, and tree roots. Nothing too tough.
Then a trail guide points to go up a hill. Up, up, up, we go. I see a guy 30 yrds in front of me stop running and start walking. I see that the trail crosses a road. I see that the trail keeps going up – and I can’t see the top of the hill. Argh! My thighs are starting to burn. I hear someone coming up from behind me. Gotta keep moving. Finally, I reach the top and enjoy some rest as I run down the other side of the hill.
The rest of the course was not as demonic as that hill. The girl that was behind me now caught up to me. I tried to run with her for the last half-mile but couldn’t keep up. (Little known fact: she and I have been running at about the same pace in a hand full of races this year, so I try to finish ahead of her.) I finally cross the finish line about 3 minutes past my usual 5K time. Everyone is complaining about that hill. Once I stopped running I noticed I was completely soaked in sweat. My mind was so focused on a) the big hill, and b) that girl’s ass, that I didn’t realize how hot it was last night.
Exercise like that always makes me horny. Once I got home, tho, I was so beat that I couldn’t act upon those feelings. Maybe today…
Race Report: It was awesome! I felt a whole lot better by yesterday. Even though I hadn’t run in a week, I figured I’d give it the old college try (that and the fact that I had pre-registered so I at least needed to pick up the t-shirt). It was a cross-country trail run in at a nearby state park. I’d been to the park before, but never to run. I’m glad I had no idea what was in store for me. Run, run, run, up some small hills, down some small hills, over tall grass, rocks, and tree roots. Nothing too tough.
Then a trail guide points to go up a hill. Up, up, up, we go. I see a guy 30 yrds in front of me stop running and start walking. I see that the trail crosses a road. I see that the trail keeps going up – and I can’t see the top of the hill. Argh! My thighs are starting to burn. I hear someone coming up from behind me. Gotta keep moving. Finally, I reach the top and enjoy some rest as I run down the other side of the hill.
The rest of the course was not as demonic as that hill. The girl that was behind me now caught up to me. I tried to run with her for the last half-mile but couldn’t keep up. (Little known fact: she and I have been running at about the same pace in a hand full of races this year, so I try to finish ahead of her.) I finally cross the finish line about 3 minutes past my usual 5K time. Everyone is complaining about that hill. Once I stopped running I noticed I was completely soaked in sweat. My mind was so focused on a) the big hill, and b) that girl’s ass, that I didn’t realize how hot it was last night.
Exercise like that always makes me horny. Once I got home, tho, I was so beat that I couldn’t act upon those feelings. Maybe today…
Monday, July 24, 2006
Sick Days
I woke up Saturday morning not in the best shape. After eating breakfast (yogurt, bagel, OJ) I started getting aches & pains in all of my joints, bloating in the GI tract, and a related unmentionable output. I spent the day on the couch in pain. I think it may be some sort of stomach flu, but I haven’t had a fever (or at least one that is noticeable). Didn’t miss much as it rained most of the day. I felt a little bit better on Sunday, enough to go to Mass and then mow the lawn. After that, then I started feeling like crap again. I managed to get to Whole Foods for organic yogurt and kefir in hopes of replenishing my intestinal bacteria, as well as some soup. Today, I feel a bit better, about 70%. I just hope I’m better in time for Wednesday’s 5K race after work, and then vacation next week.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Giddy as a Schoolgirl
That's what I become when I'm around very beautiful women. Even if its just for a moment, say at the bank or grocery store. I start to fumble, stutter, loose my train of thought, and have a hard time maintaining any sort of eye contact. Kind of like Clark Kent (from the Christopher Reeves-era Superman). Just today I spoke to a friend that I'd not seen in a while or at least not just in passing. She's at least ten years younger than me and I had met her about five years ago. Even back then when we'd talk I'd always think to myself "Argh! Can't I think of something more interesting to talk about than the weather or the price of tea in China?!" Luckily, another common friend was with her today so he kept the conversation intelligent. Man, is she a hottie!
Back to running. The storms that hit Pennsylvania Tuesday night left some wide spread power outages and lots of downed trees. Due to this, a 5K that I was set to run on Wednesday was cancelled as the police weren’t able to provide adequate traffic control for it. Bummer. I was all set to run a good race yesterday. They’re going to reschedule it. I just hope its not while I’m on vacation in a couple weeks. This year a bunch of the race organizers met and decided to have a county race series. The more races one runs, the better chance for winning a prize. If one enters a certain number of races this year, they’ll pay the entry fee for one race next year. I just checked the rankings. Of the 2,500 people who’ve run at least one of the five races in the series this year, there are about 50 that have run a majority of the races, me included. So my chances of winning some sort of prize may actually be pretty good.
Back to running. The storms that hit Pennsylvania Tuesday night left some wide spread power outages and lots of downed trees. Due to this, a 5K that I was set to run on Wednesday was cancelled as the police weren’t able to provide adequate traffic control for it. Bummer. I was all set to run a good race yesterday. They’re going to reschedule it. I just hope its not while I’m on vacation in a couple weeks. This year a bunch of the race organizers met and decided to have a county race series. The more races one runs, the better chance for winning a prize. If one enters a certain number of races this year, they’ll pay the entry fee for one race next year. I just checked the rankings. Of the 2,500 people who’ve run at least one of the five races in the series this year, there are about 50 that have run a majority of the races, me included. So my chances of winning some sort of prize may actually be pretty good.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Not much going on these days. Work has been busy and its been hot & rainy out there. As usual, I've been reading & discovering other blogs more than working on my own.
Running
I'm running in another 5K next week and I hope I can get two more runs in by then. So far this year I've been doing very well. My times are down a bit and I'm feeling better throughout the runs. I haven't placed in my age group yet, there's just too many 30-39 year olds in these races. If there's a plus side to turning 40, its that I might actually place in the 40-49 group.
Homebrewing
I brewed a 5-gallon batch of beer over the 4th of July weekend, a clone of Anchor's Steam beer. I mostly brew porters, so this foray into an ale is something new. I'll bottle it this weekend and should have drinkable results a month after that.
Cell phones
Three times in the last week I've entered a public restroom and found that one or more of the other users are talking on their cell phones while disposing of thier waste. Inconsiderate if you ask me. I mean, what does the person on the other end think when they hear the various restroom sounds? Does the person in the stall or standing at the urinal think they can't hear them? I hope they're not expecting me to not flush just so they can have a conversation.
Running
I'm running in another 5K next week and I hope I can get two more runs in by then. So far this year I've been doing very well. My times are down a bit and I'm feeling better throughout the runs. I haven't placed in my age group yet, there's just too many 30-39 year olds in these races. If there's a plus side to turning 40, its that I might actually place in the 40-49 group.
Homebrewing
I brewed a 5-gallon batch of beer over the 4th of July weekend, a clone of Anchor's Steam beer. I mostly brew porters, so this foray into an ale is something new. I'll bottle it this weekend and should have drinkable results a month after that.
Cell phones
Three times in the last week I've entered a public restroom and found that one or more of the other users are talking on their cell phones while disposing of thier waste. Inconsiderate if you ask me. I mean, what does the person on the other end think when they hear the various restroom sounds? Does the person in the stall or standing at the urinal think they can't hear them? I hope they're not expecting me to not flush just so they can have a conversation.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Masturbation Survey
I found this survey during my web surfing today. Thought it might be interesting.
Are you male or female? M
How old are you? 39
At what age did you start masturbating? 11
How many times a week do you masturbate? >1, I try not to masturbate in subserviance to her, although there are times that I fail.
How many times do you orgasm each time you play? 90%. Its tough not to.
Where do you masturbate:
In bed? Yes, ~60%
In the shower? Yes, ~10%
In the bath? Yes, but I shower more than use the tub.
At the computer? Yes, ~30%
Outdoors? Yes. Its been a long time and it feels so nice to feel the breeze or even the rain.
At work? No
Every room in the house? Yes, except for the crawl space under the house - its just not arousing down there!
In a parked car? Yes, a long time ago.
In a car while traveling along the interstate? Yes, the last time was about a year ago.
What do you fantasize about when you play:
A significant other? No
A friend? No
A friend's spouse? No
A stranger? Yes, not frequently though.
A student? No.
A co-worker? No
A member of the same sex? No
A past lover? No
I usually fantasize about the person(s) who's pictures I'm looking at.
What position do you play in:
On your back? Yes
Standing? Yes
Kneeling? Yes
Sitting? Yes
How do you play:
With left hand? Yes
With right hand? Yes
With a toy? Sometimes, I have a vibrator that I use occasionally.
With water from bath, Jacuzzi or shower? No, but I do like to masturbate in the shower occasionally.
What porn do you use to masturbate:
Written erotica? It gets me in the mood, but I need more to cum.
Pictures? Very much so, either on the computer or looking at Leg Show magazine.
Movie clips online? Another source that gets me in the mood. I'm too cheap to buy the full-length clips, and the downloadable samples just aren't long enough for me to stroke it until climax.
Videos? Rarely. Another mood-setting source. For me, I can never find the "right" scene that's long enough to get me to orgasm.
Something on TV? Nope.
What is your favorite porn:
Straight sex between man and woman? Mostly as I like to see the interaction between the two, especially if the woman is dominating or in control of the man. But the scene has to be centered on the woman. I *love* to hear the noises women make during sex!
Gay or lesbian sex? Watching lesbians is such a turn on for me!
Group sex or orgies? Sometimes. It seems like the directors of group sex videos really break up the flow of things to make it interesting.
Blow jobs/oral sex? If they are the Point-of-View videos where the guy is holding the camera and the viewer sees his cock and what the woman is doing to it. I like to hear her voice, see her facial expressions, and all the things she does to get him to cum. I'm not really interested in seeing the guys reaction (other than cumming).
Cumshots? See above
Anal? Only if the woman is really into it.
Interracial? Color and/or race doesn't really matter. The only things that matter are if they are having great sex and its entertaing.
Age play? Not really.
S&M? Some of it is interesting, it all depends on the actors.
Role playing? See above.
Kinky? See above.
Have you ever masturbated to:
Email messages? No
A chat room dialogue? Yes, several times.
Exchanged stories or pictures? Yes, a couple of times.
Have you ever:
Been caught masturbating? Yes.
Masturbated for a man/woman? Yes - for a few different women.
Masturbated for the same sex? No.
Masturbated in a group? No, but I'd like to try it some time. It would be a lot of fun!
Masturbated for a photo? Self-portraits - yes, taken by another - no.
Masturbated for a webcam? No, don't own one.
Masturbated for a video? Not yet, although I've been thinking about it.
Do you ever:
Play with nipples/breasts when masturbating? Not usually.
Insert something or play with your ass? Occasionally. I have a vibrator that I use once in a while.
Insert something in mouth when masturbating? No.
Use pain as a method of playing? I like a good slap on the ass (or many!).
For men and women:
Do you taste your cum? I usually lick up the pre-cum.
When was the last time you masturbated? Last week, at home, on the bed, while talking on the phone.
Are you wet or hard now? Yes
Are you going to masturbate now? Yes!
Are you a masturbation addict? Most likely.
What is the most you have played in one day? Most orgasms - probably 5; longest time playing - 12 hours.
Are you male or female? M
How old are you? 39
At what age did you start masturbating? 11
How many times a week do you masturbate? >1, I try not to masturbate in subserviance to her, although there are times that I fail.
How many times do you orgasm each time you play? 90%. Its tough not to.
Where do you masturbate:
In bed? Yes, ~60%
In the shower? Yes, ~10%
In the bath? Yes, but I shower more than use the tub.
At the computer? Yes, ~30%
Outdoors? Yes. Its been a long time and it feels so nice to feel the breeze or even the rain.
At work? No
Every room in the house? Yes, except for the crawl space under the house - its just not arousing down there!
In a parked car? Yes, a long time ago.
In a car while traveling along the interstate? Yes, the last time was about a year ago.
What do you fantasize about when you play:
A significant other? No
A friend? No
A friend's spouse? No
A stranger? Yes, not frequently though.
A student? No.
A co-worker? No
A member of the same sex? No
A past lover? No
I usually fantasize about the person(s) who's pictures I'm looking at.
What position do you play in:
On your back? Yes
Standing? Yes
Kneeling? Yes
Sitting? Yes
How do you play:
With left hand? Yes
With right hand? Yes
With a toy? Sometimes, I have a vibrator that I use occasionally.
With water from bath, Jacuzzi or shower? No, but I do like to masturbate in the shower occasionally.
What porn do you use to masturbate:
Written erotica? It gets me in the mood, but I need more to cum.
Pictures? Very much so, either on the computer or looking at Leg Show magazine.
Movie clips online? Another source that gets me in the mood. I'm too cheap to buy the full-length clips, and the downloadable samples just aren't long enough for me to stroke it until climax.
Videos? Rarely. Another mood-setting source. For me, I can never find the "right" scene that's long enough to get me to orgasm.
Something on TV? Nope.
What is your favorite porn:
Straight sex between man and woman? Mostly as I like to see the interaction between the two, especially if the woman is dominating or in control of the man. But the scene has to be centered on the woman. I *love* to hear the noises women make during sex!
Gay or lesbian sex? Watching lesbians is such a turn on for me!
Group sex or orgies? Sometimes. It seems like the directors of group sex videos really break up the flow of things to make it interesting.
Blow jobs/oral sex? If they are the Point-of-View videos where the guy is holding the camera and the viewer sees his cock and what the woman is doing to it. I like to hear her voice, see her facial expressions, and all the things she does to get him to cum. I'm not really interested in seeing the guys reaction (other than cumming).
Cumshots? See above
Anal? Only if the woman is really into it.
Interracial? Color and/or race doesn't really matter. The only things that matter are if they are having great sex and its entertaing.
Age play? Not really.
S&M? Some of it is interesting, it all depends on the actors.
Role playing? See above.
Kinky? See above.
Have you ever masturbated to:
Email messages? No
A chat room dialogue? Yes, several times.
Exchanged stories or pictures? Yes, a couple of times.
Have you ever:
Been caught masturbating? Yes.
Masturbated for a man/woman? Yes - for a few different women.
Masturbated for the same sex? No.
Masturbated in a group? No, but I'd like to try it some time. It would be a lot of fun!
Masturbated for a photo? Self-portraits - yes, taken by another - no.
Masturbated for a webcam? No, don't own one.
Masturbated for a video? Not yet, although I've been thinking about it.
Do you ever:
Play with nipples/breasts when masturbating? Not usually.
Insert something or play with your ass? Occasionally. I have a vibrator that I use once in a while.
Insert something in mouth when masturbating? No.
Use pain as a method of playing? I like a good slap on the ass (or many!).
For men and women:
Do you taste your cum? I usually lick up the pre-cum.
When was the last time you masturbated? Last week, at home, on the bed, while talking on the phone.
Are you wet or hard now? Yes
Are you going to masturbate now? Yes!
Are you a masturbation addict? Most likely.
What is the most you have played in one day? Most orgasms - probably 5; longest time playing - 12 hours.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Sunday
Hi everyone! Two posts for today! The first is about some pervy activities I’ve done today and the other is a review of the July and August issues of Leg Show.
With this lousey weather we’ve been having in the Northeast, eveyone around here has flown the coop and gone other places, leaving me to my own devices all day and night. I mentioned that I’ve not had much time for crossdressing lately. Today I showered, shaved, and brought out all of my clothes and picked out an outfit. White pants from Banana Republic: low waist, skinny leg, and flaired leg with split seam near the ankle. Under that were white hold-ups and baby blue panties. The pants are tight enough to show the panty line and, in the right light, the blue shows through too. White camisole and a blue women’s polo up top. I wore a pair of women’s low-heel loafers to complete the outfit. No bra yet as I was going shopping at the mall and didn’t want to draw too much more attention to myself.
At the mall I window shopped for a while then went to a certain jeans shop to try on jeans. I like the store. The sales people are all girls in their 20’s and, even though they carry men’s clothes, there usually aren’t any guys shopping there. I found a pair of size 10 jeans and a pair of white short shorts and headed for the dressing room. The girl looked at the clothes and led me to the room. The shorts fit great, but the jeans were too tight. I went back for a different style in 12’s and returned to the dressing room area. I waited for someone to come and unlock a dressing room door with another 20-ish girl. Very cute. She noticed my pants right away, giving me that knowing smile. The 12’s fit better, but I didn’t buy them. Next, I went to Vicky’s to look through the sale items. After about 10 minutes a salesgirl finnaly asked me if I needed help finding anything. I’m assuming she notied my outfit as she said that if I need helpfindning my size to let her know. Other than panties and hosiery, they have little else in my size. I did buy three pairs of panties, all bikini style and very colorful.
The discount footwear store was next. Found a few pairs of heels that fit. Its always fun at the shoe stores. The ladies that work there don’t expect a man to be trying on women’s shoes, let alone the guy wearing hosiery. As one of them was in the aisle I was in, I made sure to try a pair on and move my feet around a bit to see how they looked. Got another smile! Same from a couple of women customers while I tried on other shoes. Next it was another store to buy a bra. Finnally found a 38 nearly-A! I’m wearing it as I’m typing this and it feels and looks great!
I stopped home for to get a bite to eat, put on the bra, and then left for the coffee house in a neighboor hood that is know for its liberal attitudes. So much the better for me. I was the only guy there, so I felt more comfortable in my clothes. I ordered a coffee and found a table to sit. I got a few looks as my heels clicked across the wooden floor, and I made sure they were expsoed when I sat down. I got upto get a paper to read and this time I made eye contact with a table of three women in their 50’s. We exchanged “Hellos” as I headed back to my table, and continued exchanging glances while we were there. I’m sure they noticed my heels, pants, and bra. After that, I headed over to the adult book store to buy another issue of Leg Show.
With this lousey weather we’ve been having in the Northeast, eveyone around here has flown the coop and gone other places, leaving me to my own devices all day and night. I mentioned that I’ve not had much time for crossdressing lately. Today I showered, shaved, and brought out all of my clothes and picked out an outfit. White pants from Banana Republic: low waist, skinny leg, and flaired leg with split seam near the ankle. Under that were white hold-ups and baby blue panties. The pants are tight enough to show the panty line and, in the right light, the blue shows through too. White camisole and a blue women’s polo up top. I wore a pair of women’s low-heel loafers to complete the outfit. No bra yet as I was going shopping at the mall and didn’t want to draw too much more attention to myself.
At the mall I window shopped for a while then went to a certain jeans shop to try on jeans. I like the store. The sales people are all girls in their 20’s and, even though they carry men’s clothes, there usually aren’t any guys shopping there. I found a pair of size 10 jeans and a pair of white short shorts and headed for the dressing room. The girl looked at the clothes and led me to the room. The shorts fit great, but the jeans were too tight. I went back for a different style in 12’s and returned to the dressing room area. I waited for someone to come and unlock a dressing room door with another 20-ish girl. Very cute. She noticed my pants right away, giving me that knowing smile. The 12’s fit better, but I didn’t buy them. Next, I went to Vicky’s to look through the sale items. After about 10 minutes a salesgirl finnaly asked me if I needed help finding anything. I’m assuming she notied my outfit as she said that if I need helpfindning my size to let her know. Other than panties and hosiery, they have little else in my size. I did buy three pairs of panties, all bikini style and very colorful.
The discount footwear store was next. Found a few pairs of heels that fit. Its always fun at the shoe stores. The ladies that work there don’t expect a man to be trying on women’s shoes, let alone the guy wearing hosiery. As one of them was in the aisle I was in, I made sure to try a pair on and move my feet around a bit to see how they looked. Got another smile! Same from a couple of women customers while I tried on other shoes. Next it was another store to buy a bra. Finnally found a 38 nearly-A! I’m wearing it as I’m typing this and it feels and looks great!
I stopped home for to get a bite to eat, put on the bra, and then left for the coffee house in a neighboor hood that is know for its liberal attitudes. So much the better for me. I was the only guy there, so I felt more comfortable in my clothes. I ordered a coffee and found a table to sit. I got a few looks as my heels clicked across the wooden floor, and I made sure they were expsoed when I sat down. I got upto get a paper to read and this time I made eye contact with a table of three women in their 50’s. We exchanged “Hellos” as I headed back to my table, and continued exchanging glances while we were there. I’m sure they noticed my heels, pants, and bra. After that, I headed over to the adult book store to buy another issue of Leg Show.
Leg Show July & August Reviews
Time for two reviews of Leg Show magazine, July and August 2006. One thing I don't like about some men's magazines, this one included, is that they don't always use the model's real name, so its tough to find other pictures of the same girl somewhere else. Sometimes in Leg Show they will reference when a specific model was in a previous issue. I've decided to review only the women in the magazine that are, in my opinion, the best of the issue. Don't get me wrong, all of the women are amazing. There are, however, some that do more for me than others.
Leg Show July 2006 Review
Theresa: Shoe size 5.5. She's in a red silk dress, black stockings & garterbelt, and has long black hair. Its tough to determine height from pictures, so I think she's about 5'2". She's captivating. Wonderful smile and gorgeous legs! Her ass is nice and round - I could kiss and lick it all day. Very much a hottie! Best picture on page 12 - a full length of her sitting back on a wire chair, dress pulled down exposing her breasts, pulled up to show her pulling her panties open with one hand, and her other hand making the "jerk off"’ motion. The smile on her face is one of "“You know what I want you to do."
Marlowe: Shoe size 10. She's tall with straight, shoulder-blade length hair. The picture that does it to me is one of her sitting on the edge of a bathtub, knees up, feet pointing at the camara. Her right foot is tilted up and her face is peeking around her knees. That's the perfect foot pose for me!
Sunny Leone: Shoe sizea porn She's a porn star, but I'’ve not seen her work. In this pictorial. she only wearing whale-nets and heels. Her feet are in a different pose in every picture. Her legs are just plump enough, and gives the camara great erotic facial expressions. Best picture is on page 49.
Silvia Saint. Shoe size 8. Another porn star who I'’ve not seen in action. She is beautiful! Her body is tantalizing from her face to her feet.
Terry & Martine. A lesbian foot licking fest. Both are good looking, and the combination makes my eyes jump from picture to picture. Best picture is page 83 - Terry is sitting back with her legs up to a standing Martine'’s face. Martine's licking one of Terry'’s toes. Great views of both of their asses.
Leg Show August 2006 Review
Jennifer Maz. Shoe size 7. A tall, raven haired woman. Lovely legs and smile. There's no specific picture that does it to me, and taken together, they do the trick.
Sue Diamond. Shoe size 7. Curly blond hair and a nice ass. Beautiful.
Loretta. Shoe size 9. She'’s probably in her late 30'’s. Her smile and her expressionpictorialt makes this pictorail great. I can really imagine her talking to me and light heartedly teasing me as I jerk off to her (which IÂ’m doing now.)
Kylie. Shoe size 7. Beautiful curly blond hair, and I love her lingerie. Powder blue lacey bra, satin garter belt and panties. Lovely ass and legs, I just wish for a better foot shot. Best picture on page 65.
Lara. Shoe size 8. Another very leggy blonde with perfect legs. The pictures evoke the feeling in me that I'’d love to have her and her lingerie! Best picture on page 75 - her pose and sultry expression pull the cum out of me.
Lana. She looks like the lingerie was made just for her. The sheer black panties show off her perfect ass, the stockings are the right shade for her skin. Her stockings are the reinforced foot kind and she does a marvelous job of showing them off. Eight pictures of her soles and stockings. I'’m in heavan. There'’s no one best picture: page 85 on the right, page 86, page 87 on the right, 88, 89 on the right, both on 90 and 91 - all are excellent!
Leg Show July 2006 Review
Theresa: Shoe size 5.5. She's in a red silk dress, black stockings & garterbelt, and has long black hair. Its tough to determine height from pictures, so I think she's about 5'2". She's captivating. Wonderful smile and gorgeous legs! Her ass is nice and round - I could kiss and lick it all day. Very much a hottie! Best picture on page 12 - a full length of her sitting back on a wire chair, dress pulled down exposing her breasts, pulled up to show her pulling her panties open with one hand, and her other hand making the "jerk off"’ motion. The smile on her face is one of "“You know what I want you to do."
Marlowe: Shoe size 10. She's tall with straight, shoulder-blade length hair. The picture that does it to me is one of her sitting on the edge of a bathtub, knees up, feet pointing at the camara. Her right foot is tilted up and her face is peeking around her knees. That's the perfect foot pose for me!
Sunny Leone: Shoe sizea porn She's a porn star, but I'’ve not seen her work. In this pictorial. she only wearing whale-nets and heels. Her feet are in a different pose in every picture. Her legs are just plump enough, and gives the camara great erotic facial expressions. Best picture is on page 49.
Silvia Saint. Shoe size 8. Another porn star who I'’ve not seen in action. She is beautiful! Her body is tantalizing from her face to her feet.
Terry & Martine. A lesbian foot licking fest. Both are good looking, and the combination makes my eyes jump from picture to picture. Best picture is page 83 - Terry is sitting back with her legs up to a standing Martine'’s face. Martine's licking one of Terry'’s toes. Great views of both of their asses.
Leg Show August 2006 Review
Jennifer Maz. Shoe size 7. A tall, raven haired woman. Lovely legs and smile. There's no specific picture that does it to me, and taken together, they do the trick.
Sue Diamond. Shoe size 7. Curly blond hair and a nice ass. Beautiful.
Loretta. Shoe size 9. She'’s probably in her late 30'’s. Her smile and her expressionpictorialt makes this pictorail great. I can really imagine her talking to me and light heartedly teasing me as I jerk off to her (which IÂ’m doing now.)
Kylie. Shoe size 7. Beautiful curly blond hair, and I love her lingerie. Powder blue lacey bra, satin garter belt and panties. Lovely ass and legs, I just wish for a better foot shot. Best picture on page 65.
Lara. Shoe size 8. Another very leggy blonde with perfect legs. The pictures evoke the feeling in me that I'’d love to have her and her lingerie! Best picture on page 75 - her pose and sultry expression pull the cum out of me.
Lana. She looks like the lingerie was made just for her. The sheer black panties show off her perfect ass, the stockings are the right shade for her skin. Her stockings are the reinforced foot kind and she does a marvelous job of showing them off. Eight pictures of her soles and stockings. I'’m in heavan. There'’s no one best picture: page 85 on the right, page 86, page 87 on the right, 88, 89 on the right, both on 90 and 91 - all are excellent!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Just Wednesday
Have you seen the "controversy" over a cheesesteak shop's sign that requests customers to order in English? (I'm not naming the place as I don't want a lot of search engines pointing people here.) If you haven't, there's a cheesesteak shop in south Philly with such a sign. The media picked up on it and, in my opinion, made a much bigger deal than is really necessary. In my opinion, the owner should be able to post such a sign. I don't see it as discriminatory. If he can't understand a customer's order, he may find it tough to fill it properly, leaving the customer with something they don't want. (I've had this happen to me many times in foreign countries - I don't speak the language, I try to point and fumble at the menu, and I get something that I didn't quite expect. No big deal - I eat it anyway.) The owner is not preaching to the masses, his only voice is the one the media gives to him. In my opinion, let the customer's almighty dollar and stomach do the voting - if one doesn't agree to the sign or like the food, walk across the street to the other cheesesteak shop or one of hundreds in Philly. Enough of that. I'm not much of a politico. I vote.
On the crossdressing front, not much to speak of lately. Things have been very busy and I just haven't had the opportunity to do so. That's not to mean that I have not wanted to! Sure, I wear panties everyday, but I'd like to do more and more often. I read a post from Satin Jenni about his wearing nylon short shorts and panties. I'll will have to buy a couple of pairs soon and find some time to wear them.
On the running front, I ran two 5K's in the last week or so. After fininshing the first one I thought "Wow! Record time!" as I ran it in 22:11, about 2 minutes faster than any previous 5K. I started talking to a few others who also said the same about their times and we concluded that the distance was a bit shorter than 5K. The second race was run in the pouring rain. "Running in the rain?!" I can hear some of you saying. Of course! It actually was pretty fun. No worries about overheating or dripping with sweat.
On the crossdressing front, not much to speak of lately. Things have been very busy and I just haven't had the opportunity to do so. That's not to mean that I have not wanted to! Sure, I wear panties everyday, but I'd like to do more and more often. I read a post from Satin Jenni about his wearing nylon short shorts and panties. I'll will have to buy a couple of pairs soon and find some time to wear them.
On the running front, I ran two 5K's in the last week or so. After fininshing the first one I thought "Wow! Record time!" as I ran it in 22:11, about 2 minutes faster than any previous 5K. I started talking to a few others who also said the same about their times and we concluded that the distance was a bit shorter than 5K. The second race was run in the pouring rain. "Running in the rain?!" I can hear some of you saying. Of course! It actually was pretty fun. No worries about overheating or dripping with sweat.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Beer & Desert Tasting
Over the weekend I attended a Beer and Desert Tasting seminar at a local non-profit organization given by an East coast writer. (E-mail me for the details. I don't want to post the name and place as I don't want search engines bringing people here unintentionally.)
Months ago when I first saw the ad I thought "Hmmm, seems like an good idea. Drink a variety of beers, eat a variety of deserts, listen to a reputable author talk abouy the two. Pretty good deal for $30." Man, was that an understatement! I had the best time there! For an hour and a half, me and thirty others had a great time! The author said more that "Drink this beer with this desert." He gave us the history of that beer style, why that specific style paired well with the specific desert, and a lot of anecdotal stories about the breweries, the brew masters, and other beer info.
It wasn't a high-brow, snobby, "wine connoisseur" crowd, nor was it a drink-beer-'till-you-puke crowd. About 1/3 of the crowd were beer enthusiasts like myself, 1/3 patrons of the non-profit, and 1/3 people who knew enough about beer that they wanted to learn more. There were a few surprises for me. One of the beers was a Baltic porter that I had recently read about and just heard that they're going out of business. Too bad as it made a great beer float with black raspberry ice cream. I had read about beer floats and thought they were a waste of good beer and good ice cream. Wrong! That was the best damn combination! Other pairings were more straight forward - stout & chocolate, porter & biscotti, weisen & fruit.
And there was some eye candy there as well. I arrived early and just sat at the nearest table. I should have waited. Just about the time the talk started, two 20-ish ladies walked in and sat at a table across from me. One was wearing a summer dress and wedges. I admired her legs from afar. The other gal wore low-rise jeans, open-toe mules, and a tight top, showing off her ample bust. She had pouty lips and a great smile. Oh! If I were only sitting next to them!
Months ago when I first saw the ad I thought "Hmmm, seems like an good idea. Drink a variety of beers, eat a variety of deserts, listen to a reputable author talk abouy the two. Pretty good deal for $30." Man, was that an understatement! I had the best time there! For an hour and a half, me and thirty others had a great time! The author said more that "Drink this beer with this desert." He gave us the history of that beer style, why that specific style paired well with the specific desert, and a lot of anecdotal stories about the breweries, the brew masters, and other beer info.
It wasn't a high-brow, snobby, "wine connoisseur" crowd, nor was it a drink-beer-'till-you-puke crowd. About 1/3 of the crowd were beer enthusiasts like myself, 1/3 patrons of the non-profit, and 1/3 people who knew enough about beer that they wanted to learn more. There were a few surprises for me. One of the beers was a Baltic porter that I had recently read about and just heard that they're going out of business. Too bad as it made a great beer float with black raspberry ice cream. I had read about beer floats and thought they were a waste of good beer and good ice cream. Wrong! That was the best damn combination! Other pairings were more straight forward - stout & chocolate, porter & biscotti, weisen & fruit.
And there was some eye candy there as well. I arrived early and just sat at the nearest table. I should have waited. Just about the time the talk started, two 20-ish ladies walked in and sat at a table across from me. One was wearing a summer dress and wedges. I admired her legs from afar. The other gal wore low-rise jeans, open-toe mules, and a tight top, showing off her ample bust. She had pouty lips and a great smile. Oh! If I were only sitting next to them!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Rainy Wednesday
I've been very remiss in posting lately. I've been busy and there really hasn't been much happening of any significance, at least in the crossdressing realm. My weekdays have been filled with work, running, and summer yard work.
How long is a lawnmower supposed to last? The one I have, a Craftsman, is about 9 years old and I’ve been having problems with it. I have trouble keeping it going. I push the prime button a few times, pull the cord, and it’ll start and run for about 5 seconds then stop. I have to repeat this over and over and over, much to the amusement of the neighborhood. Once started, if I keep my finger on the prime button it will keep going. Let go and it soon stops. I have to do this for about 20 minutes before it will run continuously, although the motor surges between fast and slow. After another 20 minutes it seems to run fine. I stopped by the local mower repair shop for advice. They suggested that I clean the fuel injector (its not technically an injector, but that’s what it seems to do). So this weekend I’ll be screwing around with that.
On the sex side of life, things could be better. She and I were getting hot and heavy over the weekend. We had both just taken showers and the foreplay was very intense, a little bit too intense for me. I need to slow down. She was on her stomach, I was kneeling over her, kissing and licking and massaging her back, ass, and legs while she was using her feet on my cock. As I said, I was getting too excited and came all over her feet. While that in itself is a good thing (for me), it was not where she wanted things to end. She’s pretty cool about this when it happens. She doesn’t get upset or angry, at least outwardly. I’m probably more disappointed than she is. As I always say, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again. That’s the fun part!
Oh, and I had a great foot sighting at lunch the other day. This attractive girl sits down in a booth a few tables in front of me (I’m behind it). I’m thinking that I’ll get a good view when she leaves. To my delight, she puts her legs up on her seat so her feet are sticking out into the aisle. She was wearing a pair of very pretty strappy wedges. Very nice feet and ankles for me to gawk at!
How long is a lawnmower supposed to last? The one I have, a Craftsman, is about 9 years old and I’ve been having problems with it. I have trouble keeping it going. I push the prime button a few times, pull the cord, and it’ll start and run for about 5 seconds then stop. I have to repeat this over and over and over, much to the amusement of the neighborhood. Once started, if I keep my finger on the prime button it will keep going. Let go and it soon stops. I have to do this for about 20 minutes before it will run continuously, although the motor surges between fast and slow. After another 20 minutes it seems to run fine. I stopped by the local mower repair shop for advice. They suggested that I clean the fuel injector (its not technically an injector, but that’s what it seems to do). So this weekend I’ll be screwing around with that.
On the sex side of life, things could be better. She and I were getting hot and heavy over the weekend. We had both just taken showers and the foreplay was very intense, a little bit too intense for me. I need to slow down. She was on her stomach, I was kneeling over her, kissing and licking and massaging her back, ass, and legs while she was using her feet on my cock. As I said, I was getting too excited and came all over her feet. While that in itself is a good thing (for me), it was not where she wanted things to end. She’s pretty cool about this when it happens. She doesn’t get upset or angry, at least outwardly. I’m probably more disappointed than she is. As I always say, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again. That’s the fun part!
Oh, and I had a great foot sighting at lunch the other day. This attractive girl sits down in a booth a few tables in front of me (I’m behind it). I’m thinking that I’ll get a good view when she leaves. To my delight, she puts her legs up on her seat so her feet are sticking out into the aisle. She was wearing a pair of very pretty strappy wedges. Very nice feet and ankles for me to gawk at!
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Life's Simple Pleasures
I have been tagged by Sonia-Belle, who asked me to name ten of LifeÂ’s Simple Pleasures. Here are 10 of my Life's Pleasures. Not the Top 10, not the bottom 10, just 10 on the list of n where n is an integer from 1 to infinity. It was tough not to include any of the items from the 'C' list.
1) Beer. Not the garden variety American Standard Lager (Bud, Miller, Coors), but the more flavorful microbrews. I prefer stouts, porters, and Marzen (Oktoberfest) styles. There are many brands I like - Brooklyn, Anchor, Stoudt's,Guinnesss, Great Lakes, Sam Adams to name a few, and I'm always looking for something I haven't tried. I'm a homebrewer. Nothing like satisfaction of enjoying the fruits of one's labors.
2) Running. I've been running over 20 years now. There's nothing like running in the morning while most people are still sleeping and enjoying the outdoors. Running in races is a lot of fun too - sharing a common fun experience. And new shoes every year!
3) Apples. My favorite fruit, specifically Granny Smith apples - crisp and tart. Great for eating and baking.
4) Science Fiction. Before I read my first science fiction book in probably the 5th grade (a Star Trek book), I wasn't much of a reader, and my grades reflected that. Since then, I've been a prolific reader. Bach then it was mostly Star Trek (pre-Next Generation), and lately I've been reading a lot of the 'classics' from the '50's and '60's.
5) Big 10 Football. I attended a Big 10 school and there's nothing like attending a game - the people, the traditions, the game.
6) The Ocean and the Beach. A place where many good things are combined - hot sun, cool water, sand, girls in bikinis, running on the beach, napping on the beach, swimming.
7) Skirts. An article of women's clothing that I love to see women wear. Great for showing oftheirr legs, feet, shoes, hosiery (or lack of), and flashing those panties (or lack of).
8) Leg Show magazine. To me this is the best of all of these types of magazines. Not just because it caters to my leg, feet, and hosiery fetish. Those combined with great photography, large & numerous pictures, beautiful women, and the quality of the printing make it a great magazine. There are other magazines of this caliber, but none combine all of the things that I like as it does. Hustler photographs are excellent and the girls are very beautiful, but there are a lot of other things in the magazine that turn me completely off. Playboy has the girls and photography, too, but not the content.
9) Sailing. I don't have a boat and I don't know how to sail, but I do like to go sailing. Its very relaxing and fun.
10) Vanilla. This is one of the scents that really turns me on. Whenever I smell it, it instantly relaxes me, and, if she's wearing it, puts me in the mood. Other perfumes take the back seat to vanilla.
1) Beer. Not the garden variety American Standard Lager (Bud, Miller, Coors), but the more flavorful microbrews. I prefer stouts, porters, and Marzen (Oktoberfest) styles. There are many brands I like - Brooklyn, Anchor, Stoudt's,Guinnesss, Great Lakes, Sam Adams to name a few, and I'm always looking for something I haven't tried. I'm a homebrewer. Nothing like satisfaction of enjoying the fruits of one's labors.
2) Running. I've been running over 20 years now. There's nothing like running in the morning while most people are still sleeping and enjoying the outdoors. Running in races is a lot of fun too - sharing a common fun experience. And new shoes every year!
3) Apples. My favorite fruit, specifically Granny Smith apples - crisp and tart. Great for eating and baking.
4) Science Fiction. Before I read my first science fiction book in probably the 5th grade (a Star Trek book), I wasn't much of a reader, and my grades reflected that. Since then, I've been a prolific reader. Bach then it was mostly Star Trek (pre-Next Generation), and lately I've been reading a lot of the 'classics' from the '50's and '60's.
5) Big 10 Football. I attended a Big 10 school and there's nothing like attending a game - the people, the traditions, the game.
6) The Ocean and the Beach. A place where many good things are combined - hot sun, cool water, sand, girls in bikinis, running on the beach, napping on the beach, swimming.
7) Skirts. An article of women's clothing that I love to see women wear. Great for showing oftheirr legs, feet, shoes, hosiery (or lack of), and flashing those panties (or lack of).
8) Leg Show magazine. To me this is the best of all of these types of magazines. Not just because it caters to my leg, feet, and hosiery fetish. Those combined with great photography, large & numerous pictures, beautiful women, and the quality of the printing make it a great magazine. There are other magazines of this caliber, but none combine all of the things that I like as it does. Hustler photographs are excellent and the girls are very beautiful, but there are a lot of other things in the magazine that turn me completely off. Playboy has the girls and photography, too, but not the content.
9) Sailing. I don't have a boat and I don't know how to sail, but I do like to go sailing. Its very relaxing and fun.
10) Vanilla. This is one of the scents that really turns me on. Whenever I smell it, it instantly relaxes me, and, if she's wearing it, puts me in the mood. Other perfumes take the back seat to vanilla.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Trip Report
Traveling to New Haven by Amtrak: very good. Sitting next to work associate that stunk of curry on the train: awful. I'm going on a rant for the next few paragraphs, so skip if you don't care. After spending countless hours in planes and rental cars sometime with work associates, I prefer traveling alone. There were plenty of vacant rows in our car and he had to sit next to me. He could have taken on of the seats in front, behind, or in the other side of the aisle. But no, Mr. Curry had to sit next to me. And it was his breath and body odor. And he made it a point to talk and talk to me during the entire ride. I was reading Wired before he boarded. Couldn't he see that I was trying to read it? Argh. He's a nice guy, but I need my space.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
Once we arrived, I picked up the rental car. I drove and he took it upon himself to navigate. I had MapQuested all of our routes. However, he managed to misinterpret almost every one of the directions. Argh! For the return trip to the train station, he wanted to hurry up so we could get the earlier train than we originally planned to take. But again, he misinterpreted the directions and we barely made it on board. Now, we're in the dining car instead of Business Class because he didn't want to check in before boarding. No sleep for me. I gave him my issue of Scientific American to keep him busy while I write this out. The plus side to this is that I'll arrive home 2-hours earlier.
Traveling time is my time, not someone else’s. I've traveled with previous bosses and business associates who just continuously talk about work or just to complain about work. And I've run into salesmen that I know from work that think the 3-hour flight is a 3-hour sales call. Argh! I was once on a flight to Europe with one of the project managers in a previous job. He got drunk before boarding the plane and fell asleep once on board. Good, I thought, he won't bother me until we arrive. No dice. After dinner (which he missed since he was sleeping) I was trying to get some sleep, he wakes up and thought it would be a great time to bother me with stuff that could wait until the next day. He reeked of alcohol and was loud enough to wake up a few others around me. I told him a few times that he was being too loud and that we should wait until later. No dice. Finally the stewardess came over and told him to go back to his seat and be quiet. What a pain in the neck.
There are some benefits to traveling. I get to drive all kinds of different rental cars, do a lot of people watching (great time of year to see lots of women's legs and feet!), read, and see new places. You see the guts of a city. Some of airports and train stations may be architectural monuments, but they're usually located in the armpits of a city. Sometimes you can see things that you wouldn’t normally see. For example, along the train tracks in this section of whatever city this is, there are a lot of old warehouse/industrial buildings. On the exterior of one of them, about 20 ft up the brick exterior are several stone statues that look like workman, painted blue uniforms, and I think sledgehammers in their hands. Someone a long time ago put some thought into adding this architectural detail. How many people today walk or ride by it and never notice it? Things like that make my want to puke when I see boring big-box buildings like Wal-Mart, Lowes, and Home Depot. Even the row homes in the cities, decayed as they might be, at one time had some interesting details. Then there are the miles and miles of rusted-out junk lining the tracks. It wasn't like this when they built it.
Anyway, soon I'll be home and tonight hopefully have a proper fuck. I brought some issues of Leg Show and some lingerie with me to help me relax last night. I meant to do another review of the last couple issues. I was found that typing with one hand was very inefficient - I couldn't write, stroke, and turn pages at the pace that kept me in that happy place. I'll get around to it this weekend perhaps. If you care to know, they certainly did their job J! This also brought to my attention that I need to go shopping for some new things – a bra or two, a pair of heels, and a new blouse or two.
