It was over six years ago when Crystal came home from work and, as usual, asked me what I had done during the day. I, with absolutely nothing exciting to offer, threw out a bit of sarcasm and said the most outrageous thing I could think of, “I spent all day sleeping with my Asian schoolgirl”.
Crystal pursed her lips together, trying not to laugh at my stupid joke, “Oh yeah, what’s her name?” she asked with a bit of a smirk.
I pride myself on being witty and quick on my feet. I’m always the first with a smart retort or a sarcastic comment but I was already stifling giggles. The “master bullshitter” was almost humbled.
“Ming Li,” I said, “Her name is Ming Li.”
With that, we both busted out laughing and enjoyed the moment. However, little did we know that an inside joke and, worse yet, a running gag had been born.
Continue reading ‘In Honor of Ming Li’
As I mentioned before, I’m not a small woman. However, I wouldn’t look right really thin either. Coming to that conclusion and being comfortable with my size has taken a long time. Yes, there are still days that I wish I were lighter but they are much fewer and farther between than in the past.
I first started having problems with my weight in middle school. I had abnormal periods and was put on birth control. I think that that was the start of the screwing up of my metabolism. After starting the pill I gained a little weight. I was a size 16 and was picked on by all the kids in school not only for my size, but also my anti-social nature.
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Right after our first threesome, I was in a state of pure bliss. Not only had I just had some of the most incredible sex of my life, but I was in bed with two very beautiful, smiling women.
We were all exhausted. Orgasms had been traded back and forth for hours on end and, though it was only mid-afternoon, we felt like we needed a good night’s rest. After we cleaned up we all jumped back into the bed, still nude, and began to cuddle, softly and affectionately.
It was, and still is, one of my favorite memories.
Continue reading ‘The Problem With Threesome Cuddling’
These days it’s something of a fad to make “death lists” or a list of things to do before you die. All over the world people are writing about seeing the pyramids in Egypt, boating in the Amazon River, writing their first novel or whatever else floats their boat.
Never one to shy away from a morbid trend, I’ve decided to create my own, sort of. But rather than write tomes about things I’ll probably never do no matter what list I put it on, I’ve decided to be just a wee little bit more practical and make a list of the sexual things I haven’t done but want to do before I take the long dirt nap.
So, without further ado, here’s my (abbreviated) list of sexual things I want to do before I die…
Continue reading ‘Things to Do Before I Go Stiff’
I’m a pretty non-violent person. Though I’ve trained in martial arts and was working to compete in MMA fighting, I make a rule never to fight for any reason other than sport or self defense.
Still, if anyone insults Joan Jett in my presence, they can expect retaliation, no exceptions to the rule.
As a child of the eighties, Joan holds a very special place in my heart. I’ve followed her career closely and though I’m not nearly as obsessed with her as some of her fans, she’s the closest thing I have to a true celebrity crush. She’s probably the only person I would drop Crystal for (Yes. Crystal knows this and is quick to remind that Joan would probably prefer her).
Joan has also been my longest-lasting crush of any variety, going on for as long as I can remember and continuing, very strongly, even today.
Continue reading ‘Joan Jett and My Black Heart’
I’m glad that we’re back up. It gives me an excuse to think about sex and women all day so that I can tell all of you about it.
With everything going on lately, it’s been hard to think about sex or to feel sexy. The new office I work in is very conservative, yet open. It’s kind of strange. I’ve seen all sorts of people working there, but since I’m in human resources, I have to act proper and unassuming. I’ve had to cut back a lot on my ogling. However, that doesn’t stop me from looking at some of the cuter girls, especially when they bend over in low cut shirts.
Continue reading ‘Glad to be Back’
We cleaned out the floor of the computer room and laid a blanket on the ground with a sprinkling of pillows. We brought with us a wide array of toys. Strawberries, ice, a letter opener for knife play, blindfolds, binds, handcuffs, lube, vibrators and everything else we had in the house.We lit candles and and cracked the blinds open to fill the room with natural light.
It was dusk so the room had a sensual orange glow about it as the sun disappeared over the horizon. We dressed in comfortable clothes and took a place next to each other on the mat. The setting was perfect, the only thing that was missing was her.
I flipped on the computer monitor and adjusted the camera.
Continue reading ‘Theesomes in Cyberspace’
In high school I was a tremendous nerd. I was a very bright student, but I was far too deep into my books to have any real people skills. I was awkward, nervous and shy. My fashion sense, or lack thereof, didn’t help matters. I wore the most ridiculous pair of glasses, had a horrendous haircut and draped the worst possible clothes over my lanky frame.
I was poison to the girls my age and they treated me accordingly. Still, it didn’t stop me from developing the usual string of teenage crushes, one of the larger ones on a girl in my band class, HH.
With a full figure, gorgeous brown hair and soft brown eyes tucked behind a pair of trendy glasses, she wasn’t in danger of becoming the homecoming queen, but she was still far beyond my level. She was beautiful, to me at least, and I wanted her.
I made a few pathetic moves at her but all were shot down in flames. It just wasn’t meant to be.
Eventually, I dropped out of band and pretty soon thereafter forgot about her. New crushes came up and she was soon relegated to another pretty face in the hallways.
That is, until I bumped into her almost ten years later.
Continue reading ‘The Strange Tale of HH’
It’s not very often that I get a true crush on a girl. However, shortly after moving to New Orleans, we met one of the most interesting women I’ve known. She had her own style and worked at a shop in the French Quarter.
Every weekend, we would make a point to stop into the shop to buy some water before heading back to Bourbon Street. Over the next month, our visits became longer. She introduced us to some new bands and was a very interesting person. Seeing her became the highlight of my weekend.
I eventually worked up the nerve and asked her to pose for me on another website which I run. She readily agreed and became a regular model for the site. She also became a good friend. Before and after the shoots we would all hang out and I began developing a fondness for her.
Continue reading ‘My Muse’
There are a lot of people who say that abstinence is the only safe option for teens. However, they don’t tell them about masturbation, contraceptives, or many of the other options available. Since this is such a big deal in today’s society, I thought I would tell my own story and give the reason why I am so against abstinence being forced on today’s youth.
Dictionary.com defines a virgin with several different definitions. However, the first one listed is the one we will focus on:
a person who has never had sexual intercourse.
The website then goes on to describe virginity in several ways including:
the state or condition of being pure, fresh, or unused.
Abstaining from sex, and choosing to remain a virgin is a fine choice for a teen. However, it should be just that, a choice. Most teens are just told to say no to sex, they aren’t given the information they need to make their own decision about whether or not to abstain.
Also, if a teen comes from a religious background, like I did, then there are added pressures from above. Here is my story of not only how I lost my virginity, but also the reasons why I waited until I was 21 to do so and the consequences that followed.
Continue reading ‘Losing My Virginity’
