HNT # 57: House Cleaning

So how many of you like to be naked when you're at home alone? Yeah? Me too.

Here's me from this week, cleaning the way I like to. Half-Nekkid. (Okay, I'm wearing a hat so that I'm not fully nekkid. You'll just have to trust me on that one.

HNT #35: Jeans

Click on the pic to turn me around.

As a bonus, just because I haven't posted one of these in a while: if you're feeling frisky while you're surfing HNT's then click on the pic below for something a little more "in your face" NSFW.

HNT #35: Jeans

Hmmmm. I didn't realize that my vasectomy scar was that prominent. But then again, I don't see that view very often. Learn something new every day. Remind me to tell the vasectomy story some day. It's hilarious to everyone except me. Ouch!


Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Shit Or Get Off The Pot

Come on Lover, show them who I belong to. Prove that I am yours and that no one can fuck me like you do. Mark me so that all who come after you know that I have been tamed. Use me and fuck me until I am spent and exhausted, dripping your cum. Commandeer my every thought so that I am screaming out your name as I cum and moaning it in my sleep. Ruin me for everyone else who thinks they have what it takes.

Give me what I need Lover. Step up to the plate. Now is your chance.

I Don't Play Fair


I want you hungry. I want you on edge. I want you BEGGING dammit. I'll settle for nothing less than driving you crazy with desire. I'll cheat by not answering your calls. I'll be vague when you jealously ask me what I am saying to him. I'll tease you with the words that I know turn you on. I won't let you cum over the phone. I'll let the hunger build.

When you tell me you can't stop thinking of me, when I hear the urgency in your voice, when you are BEGGING for my time, when I have that ball that I covet, that control over this thing that is "us"...only then will I relent and submit for you.

For I am better at this game than you.

I'm A Woman Man: Episode 7 - Legs

Her legs are long and slender with just the right amount of thickness to them, in the thighs, I like thick thighs. My eyes linger on them possibly a little too long. She notices and gives me a flirtatious smile. Her short skirt invited longer glances, but I kept my head and continued on my way walking. I boarded the "D" train uptown and stood by the door a slight bit more warm than I had been. Just then, as if on cue, a sexy Hispanic woman enters, her business skirt just a couple of inches above the knee, her legs wrapped in a patterned lace-like stocking. Her high heels added height, stretched her muscles longer.

I imagined walking up behind her, sliding my hand from her ankle all the way up. The course material of the stocking grinding against my fingers as the heat from her leg excited me. The heat from my hands exciting her. I would linger there on her inner thighs circling my fingers right before the heat's true origin. A warm whisper escapes her lips.

"This is 59th Street Columbus Circle" the conductor's voice echoed in a robotic charge.

I left the train hoping she would too. Hoping I could follow behind her up the stairs and watch her stiletto anchored stems glide up the stairs revealing just slight peeks more of her thighs. She stayed, I walked. Disappointed.

The noise and energy of New York broke my dreams until I put my headphones on, pressed play on my ipod and was greeted with the voice of Amy Winehouse. Her sexy intonation carried me half a block until I was awakened by the cream colored legs of a coed walking quickly past me. She skipped quickly in front of me, possibly annoyed that I was walking so slowly in front of her. This is New York, ya know. She wore very short work out shorts. The kind made of thin heather grey material, the name of her school emblazoned across her small ass. Her legs were sweaty from a run. The calves in her legs were tight and blushing from the workout she had given them. I'd imagine those legs could clamp down hard on the back of her lover, hold him tighter, deeper. She slowed her pace as Amy sang to me. Without warning she stopped, I moved as fast as my preoccupied mind could make me, my hand extended to keep from colliding with her. She was bending over, my hand, briefly touched her smooth creamy thigh. It was cool and very soft to the touch.

Lifting my headphones with one hand, I murmured an apology. My right hand still stuck in mid-air shocked it had touched her. The coeds face was twisted in pain as she rubbed her cramping calf.

"No my fault, my blasted calf is killing me." the slight English lilt escaped her mouth. I responded with a commiserative "oooh", dropped my headphones back in place and kept walking.

I sat at my desk that morning, wondering if I had suddenly become a leg man or if the leg gods were tempting me to their parish. My answer walked through the office door a short time later. Her pretty wine colored dress, hit just mid thigh, it left plenty of room for her ample cleavage up top and since she has ample ass, revealed much more thigh from behind as she flopped in her chair.

"We need to talk, Fury." her voice exasperated.

About how you're wearing the shortest dress you could find today on a day when I can't help but stare at legs, maybe?

As she stood and made her way to me, my eyes darted up and down her body. From her bouncing breasts, the swishing of the dress material, to her brown thick thighs, strong calves and back up and down again.

"Nice dress" I deadpanned. She smiled an appreciative "oh this old thing" smile, but I knew it was what she wanted to hear all day long from anyone that saw her. Sitting on a table next to my desk, she crossed her legs like a good lady should. The light caramel of her thighs whispered to me. Her smooth calves bounced as she swung her legs slightly. She talked about the latest work drama, her latest personal drama and asked for advice on both that and where she should take a friend to party that night.

When she disagreed with my opinion on how she should handle the work drama, she lifted slightly from the desk and bounced in fake tantrum. Her boobs banged against her body as she lifted higher and crashed down again and again. Below, more and more of her thighs were revealed as her dress rode up. My chuckling at her antics stopped short as my eyes took full pleasure in seeing her entire thigh. They had a slight dimple here and there and led up to a pair of slightly revealed thin black panties. We talked some more, her crossed thighs revealing nearly all of their length, their thickness. Her dress had risen up to just covering her ass. I was a mere foot away from caramel thighs that pleaded for a kiss. She rubbed her soft legs as we spoke. Her foot lifted towards me then collapsed.

My poker face never broke. I couldn't reveal that I was watching her as closely as I was. My hand extended to touch her knee to comfort her, remembered the proper rules of workplace behavior and retracted.

"Oh what am I interrupting!!??" Another co-worker entered, her voice shrilling.

"We're talking about my drama" The Leg Temptress huffed.

"Oh cuz the way you're all on display it looks like you're trying to blind Fury!"

Take my eyes now!!

The Leg Temptress caught the hint, stood and pulled her dress down to cover as much thigh as possible. We'd finish my advice later. She went back to her desk, pushed her chair out, inadvertently dropping her cell phone. Her bend was full over, ass high, dress riding just to the edges of the sanctuary. I arched forward to checkout the full scene. Her full thick smooth thighs, a sexy dimple here or there, slowly caressing into her knee, rounded calves, slimmer ankles.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Bend at the knee! We don't need you showing all the guys your name number and address!" The Leg Temptress turned with a scowl and sat down.

I opened my IM screen and typed a message...

"Nice legs...wow!"

The Leg Temptress erupted in a loud giggle.

"Thanks! ;-)" Her IM replied.

I am The Fury...I'll have a leg and a thigh, please.

Porn Purge

I've been in purge mode for a few days. It happens every so often - the porn stash gets unmanageable and it's got to go.

Imagine for a moment a large Hefty garbage bag full of magazines, videos, signed Hooters calendar, VHS cassettes that were themselves mix tapes of a lot of earlier porn that was purged, sex toys - including the well-enjoyed rubber Jenna Haze pussy featured in earlier posts. Gone. In the dumpster. Goodbye.

That's a lot of porn. More than most people have ever even seen. Gone.

I did keep the CD wallet with about 100 DVD's in it.

But a lot of my classic porn is no more.

Whatever.

HNT #56: Razor Free Zone



Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man
I don't shave on vacation. Never have. Never will.

It's fun to have whiskers for a while. But alas, they had to go coming back to the real world.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Your Loss

Just like a shot when you are a child it only stings for a second. When I playfully rub up against you and murmur that you are making me hot, only to be pushed away, the sting of rejection hurts for just a second. It only takes a second for me to remember that there is someone else who wants me. Someone else who needs me. Someone else who will satisfy my hunger to be filled. To be desired. To be fucked. You have no idea that by shoving me away you are actually pushing me back into another man's arms. Another man who will catch me and gladly have me. I don't want it to be this way. I didn't go looking for this. But there is only so much hurt I can manage. And just like the lollipop the doctor gave you after that shot I needed something to make it all better.

Let me spank your Sugasm!

Sugasm #92
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

This Week’s Picks
Do one thing every day that scares you...
"What I didn't know-that it would turn me on as much as it hurt me."
Interview With Deborah Jeane Palfrey, AKA The DC Madam
"I wanted to see coverage treating sex workers as just that-workers."
Rough Sex - with pictures
"She bites, she writhes, she moans, she claws- none of which she can remember after."

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Keep Britain Tidy, Gimp

Editor’s Choice
In Her Mind, the Pigeons Were Always Fucking

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Bear
Homosexual myths
Sexual powerlessness
That Thorny Bisexual Thing....
Weird things happen every day

BDSM & Fetish
Asking For A Caning
Bully (working title)
The Challenge, part 1
Command
Every blog should have a slave…
Half-Nekkid Tattoo 2
Happy HNT - Tit flash in a boat
Heel!
Overpower, part 2
Request, granted

Sex Poetry
Heaven is a place
Tonight I'm going to
Vodka Confessions

Sex Audio & Podcasts
Musical Intro #2: sexual nostalgia (Mixed Media.)
Nobilis Erotica 29 — Someone New

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Catalina loves Penelope and Odysseus
Devil’s Last Dance (PJ story)
The Dream
Film
I'm A Woman Man: Episode 5 - Hands
The Most Famous Cock in the World
My slum goddess
Vignette: 3 #2

Sex News
The Birth of The Eye of Venus
Errotica archives
Which One of My subs Is This???

Sex Humor

Kink In The Mainstream - Family Guy In Texas

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Black
Britney Caught topless with a Stranger in Hotel Pool
Half-Nekkid and Proud to Be Me
Half-Nekkid Thursday: Begging to Be Spanked
Red Handed Porn
Zurich (nsfw)

Sexy Mandy courtesy of How About Now?

I'm A Woman Man: Episode 6 - Ass


Originally the next entry was to be about a different part of the female anatomy until I realized this post is the 100th post here at The Dirty Details. With this landmark post, I MUST dedicate it to a portion of the female body that I hold with great affinity.

The Ass

I am an ASStronomer...searching near and far for heavenly bodies. I am an ASStrologist checking the bright shining heavens for signs of things to cum. I am every bad pun and description of a man that truly admires a great rear end. It is my confession that I prefer the rounder, firmer, bigger, plumper derriere. The ass that swells from a small waist into a homage to firm fruit. I like big butts and I can not lie.

I have seen many many beautiful round, firm, soft asses in my years. However, the roundest, plumpest ass I've known in the biblical sense belongs to Honey Rider. One of my first views of exactly how plump and shapely it was came on one of our first meetings. I peered out of the window as she exited her car. Her loose yet form fitting cargo pants tugged at her ass, her g-string exposing the sexy skin of her lower back. The G-string gave me a glimpse of her soft sun-kissed sandalwood colored skin. It wasn't evident to me then, but within weeks I would be watching her plump round ass undulating on top of me in a mirror as my dick disappeared beneath it. Honey Rider loved riding me, I loved her riding me and watching her ass in the mirror. Luckily for an ass lover like me, she enjoyed doggystyle as well.

Doggystyle is the ass lover's dream position. We can watch the heart shaped plump ass as well as partake in it. Reverse cowgirl also provides great ass view, but there's something about proper doggystyle that brings a devilish grin to my face. I relish doggystyle, the stance, whether on all fours, bent over or crouching. It's always the case that my dick throbs hard as I enter a woman from behind, her ass in full view, my hands holding herwaist. With a tight phat ass, there's even an added suction in doggystyle. A nice plump ass in doggystyle grips my dick and causes a slight puckering sound when I remove myself. I like to give pounding thrusts from behind as much as I like to give a slow, sexy deep dick grind. There's always the urge to sting the ass with a hot fiery slap then soothe it with a gentle caress. It thrills me when the woman enjoys the ass slapping as much as I do. I've been coaxed by strippers, lovers, co-workers and friends to slap their asses. Once during sex, I had a woman grab my hand and forcibly slap herself on the ass with MY hand. I like the firm jiggle of an ass slap. I like the feeling of the flesh giving way to my hand and the sound of the clash.

With all of my ass talk, I have never had anal sex. I can only count one failed instance of anal. I'll discuss it in a later post, but I have to give the young lady credit for even entertaining putting my thick dick in her ass. I'm not against anal sex, it's never been my first priority, not my second, third or fourth. In fact, there have only been a handful of women that have conjured my thought to fuck their ass. In every single case it was due to an overwhelming ache to consume them wholly, their own sexual openness and yes nice asses. Alas, that hasn't happened, yet I do not feel a sense of loss. LOL

My blessings in the ass department runneth over. I have bowed before scrumptious delectable ass, tight ass, round ass, small palm sized ass, wide, large jiggly asses. Ass has even been blessed to feel the slippery warm slither of my tongue. I don't get that urge often, but the couple of times I have, sent the intended into another world of new sensation… I have rubbed my hard throbbing cock against the soft firm ass of a horny young temptress in a public place with whispers of what was to cum. I have showered firm tight ass with my hot juice with low orgasmic moans. Words can not explain how great asses have motivated and inspired me.

I am The Fury…bend over and show me that ass baby.

More Towels Please.....



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I've heard it said that hotel maids can tell if a man or woman stayed overnight in a room. If it was a man only, then only one towel will be used. If there is a woman in the room, all the towels will be used followed by a call to the front desk to ask for more. What's up with that.

I live up to that joke in my business travel. I only ever use one towel - even if I'm there a week. :)

Vacation is a different story. With the whole family in tow, let me just say that the call to the front desk has been placed.

Vacation is wonderful. A chance to live a bigger and more exotic life than our everday one. But it is definitely not restful!

It's been a fun week. More creating memories to come....

The Sum Is Equal To The Parts


What attracts me to you?

The way you pin me against the wall so that I can't come to my senses and get away. The way you wind your hands into my hair while you kiss me with your soft, wet, mouth. The way your cum tastes. The way you trace my curves lazily with the very tips of your fingers. The way you whisper "you're MY whore" into my ear just before you slide your cock in deep. The way you don't take "no" for an answer. The way you sound when you cum. The way you reach out and touch me when no one is looking. The way your cock looks, long and beautiful. The way you suddenly flip me over onto my stomach so you can have my ass. The way your fingers hit my G-spot as your thumb circles my clit. The way you pull my panties up into my cunt just before you pull them aside to slip in your tongue. The way you pull me across the bed to the edge so you can kneel down before me. The way your fingers, slick with my wetness, find their way into my mouth. The way our eyes lock in a room of people who have no idea we are fucking. The way you fuck me.

Down Time



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I'll be off the grid for a few days - vacationing. Yay!

Some quick thoughts while I'm gone:

- Standing waist deep at a wave pool at a waterpark is highly arousing. That wave action tossing you around and such. And arousal is not helpful in that situation.

- Same for the ample amount of bikinis and tanned skin and ponytails on display at said waterpark. Again, arousal is not helpful.

- Ouch! A sunburn, and I'm only one day in. I'll need lots more sunscreen for the beach later in the week. I think I'm radiating heat back out into the universe today.

- I'm bailing on the laptop for the rest of the week and focusing all of my attention on Mrs. SCM and my younguns. If they can stand me for that long.

While I'm gone, check out the links on my sidebar. I revised it this week. Said bye to some old friends who have moved on. Added some new friends. Check them out.

I'm off for some fun and chill time. Later.

HNT # 55: Hanging Around


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If you've read my prolific posts this week, you know it's been a crazy one. First, intensely horny. Later, grouchy and outspoken. How do you people put up with me?

Okay, I'm back to horny again. Enough with the grouchy.

And what I need, to get completely out of the grouchy funk, is Half-Nekkid Thursday! A chaste one for me, I think you'll agree. If you want more out of the pic - and know your tailoring - use your imagination and guess whether I "dress right" or "dress left".

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Click on the red button on my sidebar to learn how to participate in the HNT fun.

I'm A Woman Man: Episode 5 - Hands

I like hand jobs in public. The kind of hand jobs that are rushed, clandestine, fumbling past the belt buckle, urgent, vigorous strokes of lust. A woman's hands are so much softer and delicate than our own. They are so much prettier. I've received my share of hand jobs (only once to climax) and have always wondered at 1) how soft her hands are and 2) how fat my dick looks in her hand. Hey, men like reassurance too. Honestly, I can't say that I've stared lustily at a woman's hands in a normal everyday situation. In fact, I pretty much guarantee that if her hand wasn't involved in a sexual activity I probably didn't notice them...unless her fingernails were a horrid mess.

I prefer watching women use their hands on themselves more than on me. My heat has raised to delicious levels watching women self pleasure. I've learned most of my finger techniques from watching women either in adult films or in person. Although many adult film actresses are prone to what I call the "pussy lip slap" which looks quite painful and I've never seen a woman do it in real life. What I do like seeing are the slow concentric circles of the small soft hand over her clit. Nearly automatically the dew of her essence is present at her lips as she starts, knowing that I'm throbbing for her.

I revel in watching her self inflicted shivers as she slowly coaxes more juice to build within her. It's at this point when I ask her to slide two fingers inside, to feel the wetness. Usually she's way ahead of me and I get to watch her soft, small fingers with their manicured nails disappear within her. When they return, the slippery essence slides across her clit with amazing ease, adding more lubrication. I can only glance up momentarily to see the closed eyes and the agonizing look of her biting her own bottom lip before I must watch the hands again. The fingers slide back and forth playing a tune. Her clit is the key, her mouth moaning the song. Mmmm with her other hand, she rubs her essence across her hard nipples. It's amazing to see just how fast and agile a woman's hands are when she's building to a climax. Her fingers ricocheting off of her hard nipple then pulling them perky. Down below, her index finger is in concert with the middle finger, they dance on her clit rubbing it up and down. Her hips gyrate in the air against her lithe fingers.

When the colors on her fingers explode in a rapid fire kaleidoscope, it is time. Her moans expand time and space. As she climaxes, her fingers speed then slow to a crawl. Her pert delicate hands slowly circumnavigate her sex as she comes down from her mountain of pleasure. Her fingers drifting, lingering ... It's then when I break the unspoken barrier, slide closer...

...and suck her fingers clean.

Ladies, give yourself a hand...then let The Fury taste.

I am what I am...

Okay, while I'm still in a bummed out mood - and at the risk of alienating everyone - let me take on the question that two of you asked in comments on my last post: why don't husbands change, but instead say "It's just the way that I am." ?

It's a perfectly good answer, I would say. I am who I am. I am who you married. In fact, I'm a better man now than I was 3 decades ago when you married me. And yet, I get very little credit for it. I get the opposite - judgement 24/7.

I like me okay. Everyone else I know seems to like me okay. The one person who clearly does not like me - who communicates to me regularly that I'm doing it wrong, and wants more than anything else to change me - is the one person who should like me the most.

I know that you want me to change. I get that. It comes through loud and clear. 5 X 5. You are incredibly talented at delivering that message. I don't meet your standards. I don't make you happy. I don't do it right. I get that.

Why is that so one-sided though? I've never asked you to change. It's never a conversation about "two people who want things better". It's about how we can fix me. Screw that.

I like me, mostly, the way I am. Why don't you? I'm generally happy with our life together. Why aren't you?

Here's the bottom line: You wanting me to change, and communicating to me every day that what I am is not enough to make you happy, does not motivate me to change! It motivates me to avoid you at all costs. I won't argue with you about it. But, I will work too much to not have to interact with you and hear the moment I walk in the door what I've not done right this week. I will find things to do in the house to minimize conversation. I will escape into the internet. And so goes the vicious cycle. And then I'm supposed to want to initiate intimacy with you?

Back the fuck up off me already. I am what I am. Either be happy with me, or don't.

- rant off. That's pretty much how I would answer that question.

Flawed

Every now and then and I get a comment or an email from you readers, my friends, after I've posted an erotic photo or told an erotic story that says something along the lines of "your wife is very lucky".

I appreciate that compliment. More than you know. Thank you for saying it, and please keep doing so as you inclined.

But it also makes me wince. And feel very sad. Because I know the truth.

The truth is that I'm a flawed man. Maybe the majority of us bloggers are that - flawed. Maybe it's just me. But, I know that I'm flawed. I know what my many failings are.

The truth is also that if my wife wrote a blog, and maybe she does and I just don't know it yet, her blog would not be much different from many that I read in that I would make frequent appearances as "that asshole spouse of mine". (I could even write those posts for her.) She knows my failings ad nauseum. She reminds me of them, in her way, often. Daily in fact. She's not impressed. I have no illusions after three decades as to how she sees me, or of how I've failed her and my children.

I wish that I could do better than that with my life. I do.

I can escape that here in the blogosphere. But, I can't escape me. I'm flawed and that's all there is to that.

I need to get seriously drunk tonight. On a Tuesday. Does anyone mind if I don't show up for work tomorrow?

Incoherent

I was caught by a phrase used by Bad Bad Girl in her hot post "Overpower":

"She was lost in the center of the fuck....."

I was thinking about that thought. It resonated with me.

Incoherence - as I've seen it. Not submission, per se. Incoherence. That moment in the sexual act where the details go sketchy and only the intensity of feelings register.

I haven't experienced that incoherent state for more than mere seconds - if ever - myself, as a straight man usually in "control" . But, and here's the interesting but, I have caused it.

I can take you there. To those moments when speech leaves you.

I can take you there softly. Laying beside you, my body pressed into you. One hand cradling behind your neck as I nibble on your lips at my leisure. My other hand playing between your thighs. The soft pad on the tip of my finger teasing your sensitive clit. The flat of a finger rubbing up and down the length of your wet slit. One finger penetrating, just inside your opening. Teasing softly in and out. Covering your mouth completely with mine as you cum and scream into me.

I can take you there roughly. My slut in that one particular moment. Hearing my voice and the guidance of my hands as I strip you and bend you over on the bed. On you quickly. Kissing the back of your neck as my thick fingers penetrate you from behind to bring out your wetness. Standing behind you to slam straight into you in one strong stoke. Penetrated. Pinned down into the bed under me. Fucking you hard enough to keep you off balance. Uncertain. Taken. Pushing you down with my hand in your back as I stroke rapidly into your pussy. Grasping your pony tail and pushing your head down into the covers. Straining into you with every ounce of my will, driven by the sounds of your moans. My finger taking your ass as I stroke, feeling my cock through the separating membrane. Hot. Plunging into your ass until you cry out from the intensity of it all.

I can take you there.

And I've seen you there. In those sweet moments of incoherence. Seen a you that you have not seen. Lost. Angelic. At peace.

Incoherent. In the best way.

Devious Thoughts



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I'm pent up.

Horny beyond description.

With a vivid imagination.

And I really, really, really want to use these.

Not My Virtue

My patience is being tested as one day rolls into the next and still we haven't been able to meet. The tension builds incredibly and we find we can't concentrate (and really shouldn't be operating heavy machinery). You tell me over the phone that you had to jerk off this morning just to momentarily take me off your mind. We're so desperate and so edgy that when we can finally meet I imagine us slamming so hard into each other that POOF we combust into dust as we collide. I know we will try to literally climb INTO each other. That feeling you get when you actually wish you had another limb because there just isn't enough hands or mouths to cover every place you need to touch and be touched at the same time. The frenzy of mouths and tongues and hands and hair and clothes being ripped off and bodies joining FINALLY. I am waiting, not so patiently, for that ahhhhhh of FINALLY.

HNT: On the White Duvet



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Hi everyone. Yes, I'm still on semi-hiatus. But I thought I'd throw in an HNT so that I don't forget how. And yes, I'm in another hotel room.

While I'm here, let me muse a bit - about things that I miss:

Kissing. Have I mentioned before that I love to kiss? Not to be kissed, but to kiss. Lingering kisses on soft warm lips. For hours, until my lips throb and ache.

Passion. I miss passion. I need passion. I crave passion in my life.

Intimacy. To hold, and to be held. Who doesn't need that.

Sex. Two kinds: slow semi-tantric sex and vigorous incoherent sex. Sex that takes so long that you have to pause for meals.

Giving. Giving of of yourself to each other.

Playing. Yes, indeed, there is a kinky playful side of me. A side that can explore and that can laugh in the play.

Those are the thoughts that occupy my mind as I lay here tonight, drifting off, hopefully, to sleep.

Back at it tomorrow. Another day on the road.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

My Favorite Transformer is the Fleshbot

Guess who got Fleshbotted again?? Yayyyyy! That well versed Sexy Explosion Chelsea Girl (Ms. Summers if you're nasty) has commended The Dirty Details once again.

I still wonder if I ever paid her for a lap dance during the days when I found myself in Flashdancers entertaining friends, co-workers and clients... I hope so! It'd make my world an even better version of "Lost" than it already is. Go visit the 'Bot and Chelsea. There may be a pop quiz...

I'm A Woman Man: Episode 4 - Feet

Here's the thing with feet, they can be as sensual as any other part of the body if and only if you allow them to be. It's that simple. Now if you're the holder of a foot fetish then they may hold that sensual place all or most of the time. I'm not talking about you guys and gals right now. Although, you're very welcome to chime in, nod, shake your head or just masturbate to the picture on this post.

I have never been one for glaring longingly at a woman's feet, but I have taken notice of particularly pretty feet. I have even seen perfect feet. Those feet, freshly cleaned and pedicured found their way into my mouth. Perhaps I was entranced by her feet, by the fact that I'd witnessed several men (who also weren't foot fetishist) gawking at her feet in amazement. My tongue slid around each toe slowly and assuredly. The scent of strawberry bubble bath filled my nose. She of the perfect toes squealed with each lick and then rested backward, eyes closed appreciating the sensations. My hands rubbed her heal as I licked with the intensity of sucking her clit. And then, when it was done, she pleaded for me to fill her moist sex with mine. Apparently, there was an erotic spot to be found hiding in her metatarsals.

This isn't to say you must have perfect feet for me to appreciate them. Not at all, baby. Not at all. I sat across the restaurant table from this one young lady, our flirtation increased exponentially. Above the table, we ate and drank conservatively. Below the table, she removed her high heeled shoe from one foot and slid it slowly up my leg. "Where's this going?" I smiled with a twinkle in my eye. Her foot snuggled between my legs, stroking my erection. I grew harder, placed my hands on her soft foot and angled it perfectly so the head of my dick massaged the ball of her foot.

"Mmmm" she purred. " I can't believe I'm doing this." Her foot flexed and moved across my hotness. She hadn't known how skilled she was with her foot before that moment. Soon I was raging hard beneath the table and brought the tease to an end. Next time I promised to unleash him fully so we can have some direct skin to skin contact. I like skin to skin contact.

My appreciation for the female form, every square centimeter of it, shows when I massage. My foot massage is particularly lethal. According to the victims, the hidden sensual energy attached can cause severe moisture flow. To quote Samuel L Jackson's character in "Pulp Fiction" "I am the foot fucking master!" You must understand that the keys to a great foot massage, just like any other, is to tune into the soul of what you're rubbing.

My warm hands find the heal and kneed deeply, rising on the sides of the feet softly but firmly. With alternating hands, I massage the ball of the foot and the top. This is when I relax and let my firm fingers massage the toes. Each toe deserves their own pull, stroke and kneading massage. The tension in your feet can effect every other part of your body. There are those that say the nerve endings in your feet lead throughout your body. Some say there are nerve endings, that if rubbed in the soles of your feet, can lead directly to a woman's clitoris. I've found that nerve ending a couple of times apparently. Massaged the foot into telling the secret places above to increase moisture. It's just a foot massage though, nothing sexual. I mean, it is just a foot. Not anything that can cause harm...

My name is The Fury... I don't be tickling or nothing.

Bend over and gimme that good SUGASM #90

Sugasm #90
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

This Week’s Picks
Fat can be sexy
"I understand what it's like to be surrounded by images that reinforce that skinny is the ONLY way to achieve sexiness"
Are Women Visual Critters, Too?
"With the invention of the internet, however, I think that it gets even more complicated"
Marriage, Monogamy, and All that Jazz
"My chosen lifestyle and relationship type wasn't making any sense to the other women"

Mr. Sugasm Himself
S Magazine

Editor’s Choice
Supply and Demand

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Am I Missing Anything, Really?
Catalina loves the Museu de l’ Erotica
Cheating Men
"How much confession can one read before becoming uncomfortably numb?...
I'm a Woman Man: Episode 2 - Faces
Lulu Forever
Playground positions
So many rabbits...

BDSM & Fetish
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
Dirty words
Fetish Film - English Punishment Series (Spanking, Caning)
The Flesh Remembers
Fun with a subby boy
Luring the Guardian Angel
The Percentage Game
Sukebe Otaku: Happy Tears, Revisited
Teeth and claws and cock and cunt
Thunder: Service With A Smile
The Violent Kiss
Wake up bitch…
Worshipping post-erior - leaving my mark
You suck!

Sex News & Reviews
Lelo Nea Mini Vibrator Review
Sex In The Virtual World - Computer Games

Sex Humor
How To Get His Attention

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Amy of 24.7 in the Kitchen
Drum Solo (video)
Half-Nekkid Exhibitionist
Ivett

Sex Work
Busy Princess Play Day

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Distracted by Her shoes
Endangered
I Want
No reservations, part 1
An old friend
Pink
Sleeping Beauty...
Supply and Demand
That Kiss
Torrential
We were in heat

Amy of 24/7 courtesy of Kitchen Girls.