ohioboy73
Gift PremiumI'm a happily married guy, that is looking for some "fun" online. My wife has a very low sex drive (once every 2-3 months) while I have a higher one (every 1-2 days), so I'm not looking for a hook-up. Just need a place to express my sexuality through erotica. UPDATE: I'm not sure what I'm looking for me now. I'm still happily married; but the no-sex thing is really starting to put a major wedge between us.
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Monday, December 12, 2005, 4:04:55 AM- Please allow me to vent... | ||
I feel used. We had a great week. Very busy, lots of stuff going on but it was pretty good at home. Got up at 5 a.m. yesterday with the puppy, and let her sleep in until 10 a.m. While she was sleeping I cleaned the downstairs. We had some errands to run – and at her request – I went along for the ride. Nothing too big, but it was a couple of hours, I had expected to be at home. Well she took off shopping about 2 – after getting grief from her Mom for not having any baking done. Well I took it upon myself to bake six dozen cookies for the Holiday events coming up in the next couple of weeks. She thanked me, and headed off to bed. Got up this morning and she wanted to get groceries. Flurries were falling so I got drug along. Ruined the morning, then this afternoon I was watching the Browns-Bengals game while doing more cookies. She comes in and flips the television to a Lifetime movie, and sits and complains about the dog needing to go out too much. No big deal, until tonight when I want to come up and check the e-mail and relax a bit. Suddenly, it became an issue. She wanted to do “stuff” and because I wasn’t down there it was keeping her from it. Umm, okay. She’d spent all afternoon sitting on her pretty ass watching TV and when I wanted to relax a bit – then it becomes a problem. I’m not trying to be a pain in the ass, or a bitcher. But that was just bugging me a lot tonight. | ||
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Monday, December 12, 2005, 2:11:52 AM- I’m annoyed with advertising | ||
Keep hearing this ad on the radio and it drives me nuts. A car dealership tells potential auto buyers to visit his lot because “you have access to 26 different lenders at one location.” The gist is that you are hurting your credit – and hence chances of getting a car – by visiting lots all over town. But it also says that these 26 lenders will compete for your loan. Okay… So, if I visit your lot I’ll have 26 banks hitting my credit report. And this helps me? Love the “walking-the-line” truth of advertising. | ||
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Sunday, December 4, 2005, 4:06:18 AM- I love Tommy | ||
Okay, I'm not much of a fashion freak. I like comfort and enjoy a pair of jeans. But yesterday was outlet shopping at Tommy Hillfiger. Bought a pair of 36x30 jeans. The first time I've bought 36x30 since I was a senior in high school and I think probably the first time 7-8 years that I've been able to squeeze my butt into a pair of them. To top it off, they had a "gingham" shirt that reminded me a lot of a shirt that I wore until it fell off. That shirt made my eyes pop and was an easy conversation starter. Wore the ensemble -- oh my lord, never thought I'd be typing that word -- and felt like there were a lot of second looks coming my way. Ahh, nothing like feeling better about yourself to shake those winter doldrums. | ||
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Saturday, December 3, 2005, 6:04:26 AM- Sun Coming up | ||
Today was a good day. I blew off work and went shopping. Bright and early for her and then after she got off work at noon we headed to a new shopping place. On a whole it was a good day. Slowly, starting to get the anxiety under control - which is usually what leads to my bouts of depression. | ||
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Thursday, December 1, 2005, 5:42:30 AM- Glass is half-empty tonight | ||||||
The glass is usually half-full. It’s usually partly-sunny. But for a couple of days each year, it becomes too much for me. The positives just disappear and I struggle to just get through the days. Tonight, one of these moods started descending upon me. I don’t know where it came from – okay I have my ideas – but it really came out of the blue. The ideas … I’m now 30 years old. I struggle with this one. It is the first “negative” birthday and there is so much that I had thought I’d have accomplished by this point, but it isn’t like my life is all that bad. I’ve got a good job, a pretty-good marriage, and a house I love. Of course there are little things, but for the most part 30 is just another number. But, I do think it is a combination. I was supposed to take off Thursday and Friday this week in “celebration” of my birthday. Well, my work schedule really didn’t allow that. I enjoy my job, but one of the “interesting” things they do is give us all these vacation days, but then give us work-loads that make it nearly impossible to take all my vacation time and still achieve the goals and objectives that are associated with my position. Hence, I’m working on Thursday and “hoping” to get Friday off. But it wasn’t like the “days off” were really going to be vacation. I’m just now getting my side-gigs off the ground, which means its at that point where I’m spending a lot of time and not getting much of a return on the investment yet. I’ve got 25 things on my to do list at work then I come home to another 15 things that I need to get done before bed. The candle is getting burned out on this one, with a thousand dim candles running at me. And then you factor in that the Holiday season is always tough for me. It is just such a wonderful night. Well, enough of my bitching for one night. | ||||||
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005, 4:57:34 AM- Another month of no play | ||
Usually, it is about this time of the month that i have a chance to get some play. The week before her period comes. Well, I was being a smart ass tonight and ran my hand along her ass and felt the outline of her protection. It was like getting hit in the back of the head with a brick. Ahh, so no hope of any birthday fun this year. | ||
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Monday, November 28, 2005, 6:11:56 AM- The Den Mother from Hottest Place for Sex | ||
I posted a story back in October (“Hottest Place for Sex”, October 9) and thickhotcockluvr wanted to hear more. Well unfortunately, that was all there was to that particular story. But, fast forward about six months and I’m sitting at my “normal” bar chilling with some friends and we start talking to these ladies that are a little older. My buddy is all about this one, and I’m flirting pretty heavy with a chick that’s playing back. So we head to their townhouse at 2:30 a.m., pretty loaded and interested in seeing what happens. Well, the girl I’m flirting with starts chatting on her cell phone with another girlfriend about something an ex did and it was a lot of “fun.” So her friend comes to pick-her-up and they take off to do what drunk pissed off girls do about their exes. Anyhow, my buddy was “frolicking” upstairs, I started chatting with the quietest of the group. Turns out that she was none other than the “den mother” from the previous story and her son was in my on again-off again girlfriends class in school. I was instantly very awkward with the whole situation as she’d seen me having sex, but she quickly put me at ease that she’d enjoyed the show and that it was very kinky. Well it turns out that she’s currently with her ex-husband as they attempt to patch things up, so nothing happens that night but a little conversation about sexual things we enjoy. A couple of weeks later, I’m in the bar enjoying a couple shots of Blackhaus and my Bud Lights, and the “den mother” walks in with some friends. She steals away from them to come and visit with me for a few minutes. Appears that things are “off” between her and her ex-husband again, so we make plans to meet at her place at 2 a.m. for a good time and I look forward to the “early morning visit.” I could walk to her place, so I made my way up about as the bars closed. She was sitting on her front porch swing with a bottle of wine and not much else. She was wearing a T-shirt and it was obvious from the nipples straining against the material that there was nothing else constraining them, as my eyes drifted down I found that she was completely naked – clothing and hair wise – below the waist. She grabbed me and pulled me down to the porch swing and we made out on her front step on a busy side-street in this medium-size city at 3 a.m. It was extremely erotic, but reality set in and the fall temps sent us indoors. She quickly grabbed my belt buckle and began to strip away my clothing, as I stood above her in a drunken stupor. As my six-inch member emerged from my boxers she buried her head on my rod and sucked like it was going to provide all the nourishment she would ever need. Thankfully, the cold had numbed me a bit, or the story would have been over. Realizing that my climax was building, I began to return the favor and stripped her of the T-shirt and was greeted with a beautiful body with a nice set of tits that were quite firm despite the abuse of two children and Mother Nature, and I quickly got down to work sliding my mouth between her thighs and devouring her pussy juice. She was virtually screaming while I was doing this – I thought it odd – but wasn’t going to complain. After her third orgasm, she grabbed my cock and began pulling it towards her hungry hole. I slid into her waiting pussy and within minutes felt my orgasm building, but I never said a word and didn’t miss a stroke as I blew my first load of seed into her love canal. My cock – long used to going to two rounds – went semi flaccid and before recovering and we banged our bodies for another half-hour before I let go my second round of the night. All the while she’d been extremely loud. After my cock slipped from her pussy, I began cuddling and nuzzling on her neck, when she told me it was time that I go. I was a bit taken aback, but she quickly shared that her ex-husband lives in the basement and she didn’t want him to come up and catch us. I grabbed my clothes and walked out of the house. As I walked home the nights experience began to come clearer to me. Realizing that she had taken me home to fuck to get her ex-husband back, should have made me mad, but in a way it actually made me more horny. Then the thought that he could have snuck up the steps and watched us getting it on made it even more exciting to me and in a strange way even more perverse that some dude had watched me railroad his ex. The strangest part of the story came a few weeks later. The on-off girlfriend was back on and we were in the bar when the “den mother” walks in. We are sitting at the bar and the girl I’m with tells me that this woman and her husband were having problems but that they’d split up and he was living in the basement. So they were still married while I was banging her. | ||
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Monday, November 28, 2005, 5:14:19 AM- Two Fantasies in One Night | ||
All of this is true, down to the part where she has sex with the truck driver. He did enjoy the view, and got off at the same rest area as we did, but we couldn't go through with it, but it became a great foreplay session as we finished our trip and fucked our brains out in the hotel that night. --- If he’d only met her a relationship later, she could have been the woman that graced his bed for the rest of his life. But, he was coming off a bad break-up of his engagement and wasn’t willing to let a woman dictate how his life would be run. She had done everything possible to take his last name, but it became obvious to both of them that the effort wasn’t worth it. The break-up wasn’t easy, nor was it quick but took on a life of its own, and what ended up being their final weekend together turned out to being one of the most passionate of their life. It was Wednesday when he got the call that he’d have to make a trip to Rock Island, Illinois from his Columbus, Ohio, home on that Friday. It was a last minute trip and he’d be back in Columbus by Saturday night. Being the wonderful and caring woman that she was, she asked if she could ride shotgun, part to give him company on the long trip from Columbus to Rock Island and also to see if she could pry the answers from him on the seven-hour ride. He picked her up about noon on Friday and was surprised to see her coming out in a short skirt, but wasn’t disappointed. She has recently realized that he couldn’t keep his hands off her when she was dressed in these short skirts and he knew this would be a good night when they reached their destination. The first five hours of the trip was filled with small-talk and it wasn’t until they reached Chicago and slid right through the south side of town at twilight that the conversation turned to sex and the events that they had shared over the past two years. The story was definitely having an effect on both of them, as his cock was very uncomfortable against his jeans and she was casually caressing her ample breasts and staring at him while he drove. Without warning she slid down to his lap and unzipped his cock from his pants. Gently sliding the head of his penis through the opening in his jeans, she slid his member between her lips and with one motion had buried it into her hungry mouth. He was in bliss his cock was buried in her mouth and with his left hand controlling the truck he slid his right hand down to her skirt. He slid the skirt up her legs and found she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She slid her hips up so that her entire bounty was displayed to any passing trucker as they traveled down the interstate at 70 miles an hour. He looked over as they passed a truck and the eyes on the trucker got wide as he saw her shaved love box staring back at him. Unknowing she continued to suck his cock and was getting him ever closer to orgasm. It was one of the passing trucks that he saw a big burly black man staring back at him. The driver was definitely impressed with the sight before him. He mentioned that she had an audience and that would she like to live out another desire of having a black man fill her hungry hole. Usually rather shy about her sexuality around others, she paused and slowly said yes in a primal grown that was barely audible in the truck and she went back to deftly sucking his cock. The excitement was too much for him and he quickly shot his load into her hungry mouth. She straightened up and got her first glimpse of the black man that would soon be taking her pussy for its first ride through the jungle and liked what she saw. He was a bigger man, but had a pretty smile and what looked like a huge poker by the length of his strokes against the wheel of the truck. He spotted the truck stop sign and slowly turned into the parking area and let the semi lead the way back to the deep corners of the lot. She didn’t even let the truck stop, or pull her skirt down, as she hopped from the pick-up truck to join the black man in the truck. He didn’t even get out of the truck, he wanted to let her experience it on her own. She climbed the steps on the big rig and the man had climbed into the backseat and was in the process of removing the rest of his pants when she saw the 10-inch monster that hung between his legs. It was hard as a rock and made her orgasm on the spot, she’d never been with anyone that big and knew it would give her all the pleasure she could have ever imagined. She dropped in front of him and began to suck his cock, but he had other ideas and quickly lifted her to the bedroll and started running his cock head against her slit. She was begging him to stuff it inside her and he did in one quick motion. The feeling was almost more than she could take. The man-meat inside her was filling her in ways that she had never felt before and she felt her second and third orgasms just sliding out of her without any resistance. Being on a tight schedule, the black-man pounded her hard and fast and within a matter of five minutes he was filling her love canal with his spunk. He smiled and reached over and grabbed her skirt to wipe the mess from the bedroll and she didn’t even mind. The black-man had taken her to heaven with his large cock and she slowly climbed down from the semi-truck with her skirt, filled with their cum, in her hand and her bare pussy leaking juices for the world to see and back into the pick-up truck where he waited. His cock was rock-hard again and he couldn’t stop from mounting her in the corner of this parking lot. His cock wasn’t nearly as big or long as the black-man but having fucked her before he knew the buttons to push and quickly had he climaxing for the fifth-time in the last half-hour. He couldn’t hold out and added his love milk to the black-man’s in her waiting hole. He sat up and started the truck and started to pull out of the drive heading on towards Rock Island, but she didn’t move. She just laid there in a state of complete relaxation as two men‘s cum dripped from her love hole. Two of her biggest fantasies had come true in a matter of hours, she could only wonder what the rest of the night would bring… | ||
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Monday, November 28, 2005, 4:40:29 AM- Too many Boobs, Pussies, and Dicks? | ||||||
I was just browsing through the photos on here tonight and realized that I was checking the people that posed semi-nudes rather than just nudes. I have begun to think that society is getting so accustomed to full-nudity that it really isn't a big deal anymore. A classically posed shot of a girl in bikini can drive me more nuts than a complete nude. But then, that's just me and as has been said, "I'm confused." | ||||||
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Monday, November 28, 2005, 4:32:31 AM- Music and sex... | ||
Funny, how hearing an old song can bring back memories. My first - and only - high school girlfriend loved to put on "her" song of the hour and hit repeat so that it played a hundred times. Well the other night, I was listening to a "flash back" show and heard Silk's "Freak Me" and just stopped. It was a strange moment for me. I didn't miss her or really even the sex with her - we were both young and inexperienced, so it was just sex - but that one song told the story of our love making. The night trying to get it on in the back seat of a Dodge Shadow The night her dad caught us, and I concocted a story that got us out if it. Doing the deed on the steps of an oil rig on a deserted country road Getting it on in my old Subaru wagon in February when we were so damn cold that we undid as little clothing as possible. | ||
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