devil weed
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Posted:Mar 18, 2013 7:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2013 6:53 am 37610 Views
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WHAT IS THE FUCKING BANNED TOPIC ON THIS PARTICULAR POST? AM I NOT ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT DRUGS ON THIS STUPID SITE?
I smoke marijuana - lots of it - but that is the only DRUG I do partake in. Okay, I drink a fair amount of caffeine too, but that is absolutely it. No cigarettes, no alcohol, no over the counter medications, no hard or psychedelic DRUGs. My past is full of experiments and nonchalant addictions, but smoking weed is the only thing I still insist on doing. I have never been what you'd call a drinker - though there was a brief stint in my early 20's I'd like to forget - and today I probably imbibe once or twice a month, only having two or three drinks when I do. DRUGs and alcohol have not ruined my life, and I don't think they'll ever have the chance to.
My reasons for smoking pot are varied, but it boils down to some basics; it lifts my mood and helps ease stomachs pains that have been bugging me for a while now. How it makes me feel is THE most important factor, and for someone who has struggled with deep depression his whole life, that is a statement not to be taken lightly. I don't know if I'm so much addicted as dependent, but I have no problem being honest and admitting that. When I wake up, I smoke a bowl, and usually I try to do it again right before I start my shift at work. Of course, you can bet I get high during my lunch break, and any other time during the day I feel I need to lift my spirits, but it's not a heavy craving that follows and haunts me throughout my day. I smoke, I get high, I work for a while, then I notice I'm not so high any more and go smoke again. Sometimes this comes after several grueling hours of physical work, and it is a reward I give myself for doing such a good job, while at other times it's simply a way to stimulate myself into a better mood before I take on some rather mundane or stressful tasks. Ultimately, I smoke when I want, as often as I want, and know that my general good mood depends on at least the occasional hit or two. I don't have to get baked out of my mind every time I load the pipe, just lifted enough to put a smile on my face and a fuzz on my brain.
My usage is not recreational, yet I often use it for reasons that are definitely not medicinal. When I sit down to work on my music, or write a blog post, I usually smoke a bowl. Before my girlfriend and I sit down to watch a movie I usually take a couple hits, and the same can be said for when we go out shopping. I'll get high in the car and then go wander the aisles with her, doing something most men wouldn't be caught dead doing. I'll not only help my girlfriend look for clothes, I'll wait outside the dressing room to tell her if it looks good or not. I have good taste, know what fits her well, and have no problem being honest. Most of the time I'd like to be shopping for myself, but as you all know the men's section of just about any store is nearly a fifth the size of what the women have to look through. I'm usually done browsing long before my girlfriend is, and being high while helping her pick out blouses not only helps me stay patient, it helps me enjoy myself.
I smoke so much marijuana that I no longer feel/stay high for very long. Yes, I do it at work, but after the initial buzz I just go back to feeling normal. That's "happy/fuzzy" normal not "agitated/sharp" normal. I function as I usually do, can operate heavy machinery, have no problem concentrating, and do my job quite well. I hate to think how I'd do if I wasn't high all the time. My frustrations would probably get the best of me and I'd yell and damage property while having a fit. That's how I used to be, until I started smoking weed. I was angry all the time, and did my best to verbally abuse all who dared cross my path. I was also very destructive, and spent a lot of time in jail. Smoking weed on a regular basis changed that about me. For the most part I feel calm, relaxed, and free of guilt now. If marijuana is my only truly unhealthy vice, I'll happily own it.
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Stalking the Victim
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Posted:Mar 17, 2013 7:52 pm
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2013 5:26 pm 39475 Views
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It is not as difficult to be a stalker as I had imagined, but it can take up a lot of your free time. As you may recall, I've been given the opportunity to force myself on the wife of a man I have been corresponding with for a couple of months. A few weeks ago he gave me all the information necessary to follow her, including the address of her workplace, the times she rides public transportation, and even where she parks her car to catch said transportation. He also gave me their address, but we have not discussed anything happening in their home, so I'm not sure why he did. Maybe it was more to establish trust than anything else. I am to grab the wife somewhere along her usual nightly route, take her to a hotel, and do wonderfully horrible sexual things to her.
For the month of March I have been asked to refrain from taking her though, because they have visiting them and dad would have to explain why mom disappeared for a couple of days. Once this month is over, she is free game, so I thought it was time to start seeing if this situation was really doable. In order to ascertain that, I would need to observe her, and at least follow her on the majority of her nightly route. There was no plan to approach her, just watch and follow. Thankfully her "day" started shortly after mine ended, so I had just enough time to ride and catch a train that would take me to the city they live in. I half expected the information I'd been given was bullshit, but my heart was racing nonetheless. I haven't been that nervous in a long time.
I waited at the stop I was told the wife used to catch the bus to work, and to my surprise a woman I was certain was my target showed up right before it arrived. She was bundled up against the cold but enough of her face was visible that I was fairly certain I had my mark. The clothes she wore did not reveal much about her body, so that is really all I had to go on. When the bus arrived and we boarded, I made an effort to sit a few seats behind her. We rode for about twenty minutes before she got off and walked through a dark and mostly deserted parking lot to her place of work. I got off the bus behind her, and wrestled my bike off the front of it while she trudged along. I had no problem catching up with her, yet keeping out of sight, and when she walked in the door of the building I turned around and rode away.
Her shifts are only four hours long, so I made my way back to the first bus stop where we'd both boarded together, and took a good look at the area. I knew this was where she would be getting off the bus when she came back home in a few hours, and wanted to be ready to follow her. It would be late in the evening, so I wasn't really worried about anyone else seeing me, just her. The area was not well lit, and I had a pretty good idea of the route she took once she got off and began walking, so I was more than prepared when she finally arrived. To my surprise, she seemed to have changed her entire outfit, including the coat she was wearing, but there was no mistaking the same facial features I had seen a few hours before. I'll admit this not only confused me, it put me on my guard, and made me a little nervous. As I followed her I was extra cautious, and did my best to stay out of sight and keep my eye out for other people lurking nearby.
There were three separate areas I thought would have been ideal for grabbing and subduing a woman. They are dark, secluded, and I have been led to believe she will probably fight very little when attacked. My only real worry is that she will begin yelling, which we simply cannot have. I hate to think of what I'll have to do to keep her quiet. Just after the third dark, secluded spot the wife turned onto her own, well-lit street. I had to hang back quite a ways to stay out of sight, but never feared I would lose her. She was a slow walker, and as I stated before, I had their address. From across the street, and down two houses, I watched her walk in the front door of their home, and from where I stood it did not look like she had to unlock it to enter. There was no pause on the stoop, to fit the key into the lock, she simply reached out, turned the handle and pushed. I stood in the shadows of a trailer and waited to see which lights in the house turned on, and my patience was rewarded a few minutes later. Even across the street, and down two houses, I could tell she was in the kitchen. I waited just long enough to see her husband come in the room, then slunk away into the night.
The next day, I sent a message to the husband and told him what I'd done the night before, and what I'd seen. I did not expect an immediate response, but got one anyways, and was told that the wife would be in downtown Portland at about the same time that day as I was planning on being there. Following her the night before had been fun, and I admit I was hard as a fucking rock the whole time, so I took advantage of the information. This woman is no great beauty, but she is far from unattractive. I've already posted one photo, sent to me by her husband, but here is one of three that I shot that afternoon:
It was much easier to watch her during the day. Everywhere we went, there was a crowd to blend into, and I can do that without a problem. From what I can tell, she never once looked my way, and part of that is I never really got close enough to catch her attention. We were actually blessed with a bit of sunshine that day, and the shot you see above was the closest I ever got. Even then I was not in any danger of being "discovered". The wife did a lot of window shopping, and the more we walked the more I wondered if this wasn't all just a set up. I certainly wasn't going to grab her in the middle of the day in downtown Portland, so I couldn't see the conspiracy if there was one. As I followed I grew more and more certain that this was a genuine opportunity. I was really walking behind a woman who had no idea I was there, and would be genuinely shocked and frightened when I grabbed her in the middle of the night next month. I was thrilled.
I had my fun, but chose to abandon the stalking pretty quickly. Not only do I not want to risk being seen by her, I don't want to waste my time simply following someone. I will most likely visit the route this woman takes home at least one more time, and make sure that she follows it as always, but other than that I am done with this scenario until it is time to actually pull it off. There's not a lot of free time in my life these days, especially with someone like the adorable sheena45 giving me so much attention, so I'll not spend it simply walking around behind someone fantasizing about what I'm going to do to them. In a little over two weeks I'll be doing it for real...
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night happenings
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Posted:Mar 13, 2013 7:44 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 8:30 am 36643 Views
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I work for a company that provides a pretty unique service. If I told you what we did for our customers you'd be able to do a quick search and find the store without too much difficulty, especially considering you know what city and state I am writing from. Where I work, who I work for, and what I do are probably things I should keep private, since they have little to do with kink, sex, bdsm, or anything related to this site. However, my day job is a big part of my life (four days a week, ten hours a day) so I am inclined to talk about it occasionally, and not in a vague, work was tough today kind of way. Without revealing too much, I want to share something that happened last night.
On most weeknights, I stay at work long after I have clocked out, and every single person has exited the building. Sometimes I even stay the night, crashing on the break room floor so I don't have to find a couch to sleep on. On any given night I am there until at least 10pm, if not later. The business is located in an industrial area of town, so there aren't many people around once it gets dark. Our break room has two windows that look out onto a little parking lot at the front of the building. This is where a person would go if they wanted to be close to the main entrance. Most nights the spaces stay empty, but when someone does park there I can usually hear their door close when they enter or exit their vehicle. If I am sitting in the dark for some reason, I can usually see headlights and taillights reflect off of windows from a nearby business, so that gives you an idea of how much I know is going on outside at any given moment.
I was sitting at the end of the break room table, eating an apple and watching an episode of the Simpsons on the portable DVD player. Earlier I had been working on my latest song, and I suppose that is why I did not initially hear anything going on outside, in the parking lot. The lights were on during that time, but I turned them off when I took the break to eat and relax with a cartoon. From where I was seated, the windows were directly in front of me, and almost at eye level. My attention was focused on the tiny screen, but at the edge of my vision I caught a movement outside. I must explain real quick that our little parking lot begins at street level but goes down at a significant angle so that a person sitting where I was sitting would not be able to see the top of a vehicle parked on the other side of the wall, unless it were a sport utility vehicle. And even with those, you barely saw the roof rack.
The movement that caught my eye was reminiscent of the motion a ladder makes as someone stands it up to lean it against a wall. This is exactly what I thought was going on outside, so I jumped up and made my way across the room to the windows. I now saw quite clearly that a young guy and gal were unburdening their vehicle of various items that did not look to be very valuable to me. I stood invisible for a few moments, and watched them struggle with some rather heavy objects. They had already unloaded quite a bit of stuff, but still had a few items to go. I could tell it was nothing we would be able to sell or salvage, which meant the company I work for would be left with the task of recycling or tossing it, so I decided to stop the two of them. Reaching out, I undid the lock on one of the windows, and slid it open.
Neither of them heard the window. I think they were both focused on the task of getting a door off the top of their vehicle. I waited until they had it down, and were getting ready to lean it against the wall right below me, before I spoke.
"Were you planning on just leaving that there and driving off?" I enquired. To my surprise they did not startle as easily as I had expected. "Were you just going to dump that?"
The guy was the one to reply. "Um, yeah" he said.
"Do you have permission from someone?" I asked him. "Did you come in and talk to someone during the day?"
The guy looked at the girl for a moment, smiled, and kind of sighed. "We have a friend who was here a couple days ago and she said you could probably use some of this."
"No, we can't" I told him. "I'm sure you wouldn't be here in the middle of the night, doing this, if you really thought this was stuff we could use or sell. If you'd come in during the day, maybe we would have taken some of it, maybe not, but you obviously just wanted to unload this stuff and leave us with the cost of taking it to the dump."
"Is there anything you could use?" he asked, still holding up his end of the door. The young lady helping him was still standing on the other side of it, holding hers as well, but the smile on her face never did seem not falter.
"No, there is nothing we can use there" I told him, "please put all that stuff back in your vehicle and go. We are not a dump site."
They quietly agreed, and I stayed at the window and watched them put the door back up on top of their vehicle before I went back across the room and sat down to finish my apple and cartoon. The window remained open, and I regret to say it seemed to take them a long time to load back up. It was dark out, even with the porch light, so there's no telling what I missed that they'd already unloaded and placed in the shadowy corners of the lot. When I finally heard doors slamming and the engine starting I stood back up and closed the window.
We get the occasional fits of graffiti, and I once saw a guy try to climb the building next door, but for the most part it's pretty quiet down here. Except for the damn trains that run by all day and night...
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cunt in action
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Posted:Mar 11, 2013 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2013 7:43 pm 36394 Views
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NOTE: There was originally a picture with this post, but the person it is about decided it was a bit too revealing for her. Because I respect her, I took it down. That doesn't make the rest of the post any less important or real, it just means there's literally no icing on the cake like there was before. It was a great picture, but let's forget about that now and move on...
My lovely new cunt sent me some more video footage this morning, of her sucking off the two strange guys she picked up during this weekend. I just sat and watched it, and got so fucking horny I simply had to pull my cock out and play with myself. I watched the new clips a few times, then checked out the old ones again, and finally dumped my load all over the break room floor when I went back to the new footage one last time. There is one guy, not pictured yet, who liked to put his hand on the back of her head and push, and I like seeing that. I like it a lot. Knowing she can't deep throat, but is letting a guy do that means she is a good cunt. If you could only see the video...
This woman gets my cock very hard. She wants to do things with me that are sick and wrong, and if we do manage to pull some of them off it will only bring us closer. If I won the lottery tonight I would be buying us both plane tickets somewhere, but since that's not going to happen (I don't play the lottery) I'm going to have to settle for putting a little money aside to buy her a ticket to Portland at the end of next month. We'll see then just how eager she is to get perverted with me.
It was a long day, and after the time change for daylight savings, I'm feeling a little off. Time to hit the sack...
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The 90's on WTNRradio
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Posted:Mar 11, 2013 8:42 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2013 8:43 pm 36525 Views
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Something about my most recent 2-hour set for WTNRradio has been bothering me. It revolves entirely around 90's music, and is part 1 of 2. I couldn't tell if it was the tempo or mood of the songs, or perhaps something as simple as it being a poor mix, but I was thoroughly unimpressed with the results. My attempt to cram together two hours of 80's Metal had turned out so good, in my opinion, that doing the 90's seemed the logical next step. I loved the music in the 90's - still do - and it was better than what came out in the 80's in so many ways, it totally made sense the show would be amazing. For some reason though, I'm not feeling it.
At this point, I am not going to try and further analyze or guess at the reasons for my bad attitude about the current show. Stop by and hear for yourself, then come back and tell me how you feel. Click on "2012-12-01" in the "Show Archive" and have a listen to the 80's mix, then take in my most current one and tell me which you think is better. Next week I am going to put up (part 2) of the 90's show and see if that receives any different responses. I can honestly say I like one better than the other but want to hear what others have to say first before revealing how I feel.
If you like mainly Alternative Rock music from the 90's - bands like Filter, Alice In Chains, Faith No More, Weezer, Korn, Soundgarden, Screaming Trees, The Toadies - as well as some less rocking selections from artists/bands like Skinny Puppy, Tori Amos, Eminem, Beastie Boys, Sneaker Pimps, Bjork and Annie Lennox check this show out and then tune in next week to hear another shot from the same decade. It'll be a bit more diverse, but still very much of that period.
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A Good Slut/girl
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Posted:Mar 10, 2013 4:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2013 8:39 pm 38497 Views
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If you look over the last couple pages of blog posts you will see I have a lusty fan in the form of sheena45, and I have to say, I am a great admirer of her as well. To that end we have begun corresponding off-site, via email and text, and really getting to know each other. Little by little, we've grown closer, and developed feelings that are quickly becoming hard to ignore. It has been amazing, and unexpected, and I can only hope it continues.
One of the things I liked about sheena45 initially, were her taboo desires. I'm obviously not going to reveal them all here, but I will say she and I share an affinity for forced scenarios, and both agree that her taking multiple cocks at any given time would be preferable to repeatedly taking mine, and mine only. I know sharing your partner/wife/girlfriend isn't that taboo to some, but to the rest it is a big deal. Over the past few weeks we have communicated openly, honestly, and frequently, and I believe we are both very compatible souls. Of course, we won't know this until we've spent some time together, but that shouldn't be too far off.
One of the things I really like about this cunt is her willingness to please me. So far she has twice gone out to a local bar and picked up men to fuck, and to my joy and amazement she has also managed to capture a few moments on video for me to enjoy! The first time she only got pictures, but I was told she took the stranger in every single hole. This delighted me so much that I could not have imagined she would so soon provide a superior taste of what she was doing for me, but she did. Two days ago I received video footage of her taking on two guys, sucking them both off while they held the camera and filmed.
I respect this beautiful cunt, and don't want anything bad to happen to her because photos get out that show her face, so you'll forgive me if I only put this shot up for now. The guy has an amazing cock, don't you agree, and it is wonderful to watch sheena45 try to take it down her throat several times. Fucking sexy! She has an amazing set of tits, so hopefully that'll satisfy you for now. I will take some screen captures of her with that dick in her mouth and blur out or obscure enough face you won't be able to recognize her. One day I hope she can show you/the world what a slut she really is without pause or regret, but for now she'll have to remain mostly anonymous.
My feelings for sheena45 grow and change every day. When she does something like this for me, I can't help but swell with pride at how much closer it brings us. She is going to be a good girl this week and use a camera to film some nasty solo footage for me, and hopefully in there somewhere will be anal and pussy shots I'll be able to share with you. I'm going to show my beautiful cunt off as much as I can to the benefit of all who stop by here.
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a familiar face
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Posted:Mar 9, 2013 5:23 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 8:30 am 35796 Views
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I am not very good at remembering faces. Or names, for that matter. I have to see somebody several times, and hear/speak their name several more, before it sticks. There are, of course, exceptions to this but generally speaking I am not going to recognize you until we've seen each other a few times or you've made one hell of an impression. If your face does look familiar to me it can only mean one of three things: 1) I encounter you during my daily/weekly/monthly routine 2) I encounter you at work 3) I have seen you in a porn shop or jail/prison.
My life is not filled with people. I keep to myself most of the time, but I do go out and frequent some of the same places every day/week/month. I know the faces and names of most of the people who make my morning coffee, and notice when someone new is working, or missing. There are two music stores I go to, on a weekly basis, and I am familiar with most of the staff there. If I saw one of them on the street, or in a store, it wouldn't take me too long to remember why I knew them. I go to the same two or three grocery stores, the same restaurants, etc. and know the people who work there. That's how my brain works.
I spend ten hours a day, four days a week at work, and some of our customers come in on a regular basis, so I have no problem recognizing their faces at least. Names are a bit more difficult, as I mentioned in my opening paragraph, so I struggle with that every day. We also ask for the name of the business the customer owns/runs so sometimes I don't know a person's name but can tell you the store they work in. One lady I constantly call "The Wet Spot Girl" is known as such because her business is called "The Wet Spot" and I can never remember her name. I can tell you what her store sells, and what she normally comes in to purchase from us, but her first name? Nope.
That leaves porn shops and jail/prison as the only other likely reason that I might recognize someone, and I suppose I should explain that. I have spent so many hours of my life either working or playing in porn shops that anyone who might have been a "regular" customer probably has their face burned into my brain, along with a few details about their sexuality they'd rather not discuss. So many times I have been walking through the grocery store and spotted a familiar face, only to later recall that the individual was into some truly kinky shit, or had some other memorable quirk tied to them. When that wasn't the case, I would next turn to my days/months in jail and prison and try to remember if the familiar face might be from that time in my life. Even today, when I see someone but can't quite place where I know them from, I try to think back to my time in jail/prison or my years in the porn shops to figure it out. This I do before I start wondering if I come across them during my daily routine, or at work. This says less about the amount of time I've spent incarcerated and more about how forgettable people in my day-to-day existence are. I can recall the reason a guy was in jail ten years ago, and even give you his full name, but can't say the same for my favorite customer at work. I've started to get to know the manager at the coffee place I frequent, but that's as close as I've gotten in a while to making a new friend. We'll see how that develops as time passes.
My ability to remember faces and recognize people probably isn't that bad, but if feels that way to me. I think it's rather funny that the majority of the people I do remember would probably just as soon not remember me. I don't approach people when I figure out I know them from the porn shops or jail/prison, especially if they are with other people. I learned that bit of etiquette long ago and have stuck to it ever since. You don't want to stop someone in the frozen food aisle, ask if they remember you, then have to bring up your time in the work release center to jog their memory. That can be embarrassing for everyone involved. Wondering aloud if they remember the time they purchased a chastity device from you will not go over well.
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2 Mouths 1 Cock
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Posted:Mar 5, 2013 8:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2013 2:56 pm 36865 Views
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Our agreement was pretty straightforward, and easy to both understand and follow. He would be the one sucking my cock while she only wanted to watch. She might get close, and allow me to touch her breasts, but would not be sucking on my cock, getting fucked by me, or anything like that. If I was super extra special lucky she might touch me with her hand, but it was made abundantly clear that she would be participating very little.
I arrived at their house and was greeted warmly. The two of them were friendly, did their best to make me feel at home, and did not waste much time talking and trying to get to know me. I was led through the living room, down a hallway, past two bedroom doors, to a room at the end. Inside they had transformed what should have probably been a tiny office into a nice little play space. It was wall to wall sex toys, porn, lubricant, lingerie and I don't know what else. My attention was pulled from the walls when I was asked to sit in a chair in the middle of the room. It was black leather, had restraints on the arms, and looked both comfortable and menacing. Before sitting down I took off all of my clothes, allowing them to pile up on the floor next to me. Stepping towards the chair, I had the briefest moment of concern pass over me, but it melted away very quickly.
The chair was comfortable, if a bit cold at first. It was just the right height for a comfortable blow job, which the man proceeded to give me. As promised, the woman sat just a few feet away, watching and murmuring her approval. I have to be honest and say that I spent very little time looking at the guy between my legs. My eyes were on the lovely flesh across the room, watching us. As soon as I grabbed his head in both hands and became a bit aggressive, her interest and proximity increased, leaving me no option but to focus on her every move and gesture. Meanwhile, her man was choking and coughing, but doing a pretty good job of swallowing my entire length. It didn't take long before the woman was on her knees, next to him, patting him on the back and telling him what a good job he was doing. The closer she got, the more aroused I became, and I can't be sure this wasn't part of the plan from the beginning.
The patting on the back stopped shortly after, and the woman turned aggressive. She began pushing on the back of his head and saying things that were demeaning. As she did this, she also shifted her body around a little bit at a time so that I was finally able to reach out and touch her. As agreed, I only fondled her breasts, but damn were they some amazing breasts! Only once did her hand grasp my cock, and that was simply to help guide it into the man's mouth. Several times I thought I would explode, simply from being so excited at how close she was, but once that passed it became clear I was not going to get off very easily. Sure, someone was choking on my dick, but it just wasn't that great of a sensation. I guess sometimes enthusiasm can't make up for lack of skill.
The guy began to get tired, especially considering all the choking and gagging he was doing. His face was red and there were big streaks of tears running down both his cheeks. He looked happy and miffed at the same time, and I'm guessing he was proud of himself but couldn't understand why I wasn't getting off. When the woman told him to go to the bathroom and clean up I was only half paying attention. My mind was already on how quickly I could leave, and what I would do with the rest of my day, when he exited the room. I wasn't completely ignoring the woman though, and watched her cross the tiny room and get on all fours in front of me without a word. She spread her legs, looked over her shoulders and said "Come here" before I could fully comprehend what I was seeing. I stood up, thinking I was only going to get to see a show that would keep me hard, but found I was being offered much more.
"He'll only be gone a couple minutes" she said, then faced forward and pushed her hips up a bit more towards me. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that it was a very inviting pose. Without hesitating for one more second, I stepped forward and drove my cock into her pussy. She was not a big girl, but her cunt was one of those that seemed to swallow me up instead of fighting against my entry. I'm not saying it felt bad, or that she was loose - maybe she was just super horny and lubricated and I slid in easily. At any rate, I was inside her without a problem, and began to slowly fuck her while keeping my ears open for the sounds of her man coming back down the hall. Part of me assumed this must be okay while the other half instinctively felt otherwise. Was it a cuckold situation he was about to walk in on, or was she getting some dick before he came back in, without permission? I wasn't about to ask and just kept on fucking.
It only lasted a few minutes, and then she just leaned forward so that I fell out of her, then turned sideways and sat down so that I was no longer being presented with anything like a invitation. I didn't even myself for one moment that she was going to lean forward and take me in her mouth. The fun was done, so stepped back, then made my way across the room so I could start putting my clothes on. When the man came back in, moments later, she was sitting on the love seat like nothing had happened. I had yet to orgasm, but neither of them offered to finish me off, so I dressed quickly and left. Both of them were attractive, and I had a good time, but I'm guessing he was intimidated by me. It's clear she barely gets to play in these situations, and has to sneak in order to do so on a level that pleases her, so I'm glad I didn't turn out to be someone they want to see again. One day she'd go too far, or he'd catch us both going too far, and it wouldn't be fun.
This was not the first time I've shared my cock with a couple, and I'm sure it won't be the last. More and more are exploring and having fun, and I'm glad to be of service/be a cock when I can. I'm usually the perfect guy for it too. Easygoing, confident, capable, clean, hung, good communicator and non-threatening. Usually...
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Top 10 BJ's of All Time!
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Posted:Mar 1, 2013 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2013 9:04 pm 36415 Views
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Last night, instead of hurrying to catch the bus after work so I could spend the night with my girlfriend, I decided to stick around and finish up my WTNRradio set for this weekend. For reasons of almost pure nostalgia, I chose to make the entire two hours 90's music, or at least tunes that I was listening to during that time. It actually took longer to compile the list of potential songs than it did putting the show together, but I had a blast doing the whole thing. It was a wonderful listen down memory lane.
I finished working on the show early, and briefly considered trying to catch a late bus, but gave up and instead decided to relax and just enjoy a night of freedom. Of course my mind almost immediately jumped to thoughts of sex, but I wrestled with them and tried suggesting things like watching a movie or going to sleep early instead. Alas, the argument was lost by me, and moments later I was hopping on my bike to ride the short distance to a nearby porn shop. Stepping inside the building, I immediately turned left into the arcade, and entered the third booth on the right side of the long, U-shaped hallway. A short, stocky man was leaning up against the wall opposite my door, and I'm pretty sure it was him who entered the room next to mine, after I got settled. With my coat off, pants down to my ankles, and cock already rock hard I approached the hole in the wall the led to the booth next to mine and slid my prick through it. Before the entire length could be revealed a pair of greedy hands were pulling on it, and going after my testicles. The mouth that sucked and swallowed was soft, and wet, and it was clear from the moment he started that this guy really knew how to suck a cock. Relaxing into the posture a bit, I did my best to lean down and forward comfortably, so that he could take me to the root. This he did with gusto, and I was quickly fighting the need to orgasm.
I lasted for as long as I could, but this guy was amazing. His lips and tongue worked well together and his hands never seemed to stop touching, caressing and probing in just the right places. Even typing about it right now, my dick is getting hard again. I'd like to say I took the time to get his number when we were done, but I did not. True to the whole anonymous and random vibe, I chose to dump my load in his mouth and then zip up my pants, open the booth door, and walk out without so much as a word falling from my lips. He was still locked in the room next to mine when I exited the viewing area and stepped outside. I unlocked my bike, rode back to my workplace, and spent the rest of the evening listening to tomorrow's show to see if I made any mistakes. I still managed to fall asleep much sooner than expected, and woke early this morning so I could catch the bus to go see my girlfriend. And here I sit, writing to you now…
It's going to be a weekend of doing as little as possible, if we can help it. The week was long, the work hard, and we both deserve a break.
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Underneath the Bridge
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Posted:Feb 24, 2013 2:09 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 8:30 am 37172 Views
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I work in an industrial area of Portland, near the waterfront, and practically underneath one of the many bridges that spans the Willamette River, and connects the East side with the West side. It is a rough neighborhood, with a lot of less-than-desirable people hanging around, but I never feel the least bit worried about my safety when I am there. Most of the people I encounter in the area are homeless/transient, but hardly violent. All in all, it's not a horrible area.
A few blocks from my work (walking distance) is the only fast food restaurant in the area. I try to maybe visit it once a week, out of necessity, and can sometimes make it two or three weeks before I cave in and eat there. The route I take to get there goes underneath the on-ramp of the bridge, and takes me past a pole dancing studio. Many times I have hurried by men and women huddled up next to one of the massive pillars of the on-ramp, but never has anyone accosted me, or even paid me much notice. It's not an area like downtown, where you can't walk ten feet without someone asking you for spare change or a cigarette. The people keep to themselves, and are relatively quiet.
I've only seen three or four women walking into the pole dancing studio in all the time I've worked in this area. I figure the place doesn't hold as many classes during the day as it does at night, so it's not surprising. For the longest time a police car could be seen parked right outside the studio, and I often wondered if a female officer was inside learning to dance, so she could go undercover somewhere, someday. This was not a sleazy business, but it was in a rather seedy location, so the thought also occurred to me that they might be under investigation. After seeing it there for a few weeks I stopped wondering and just went by without a care.
Sometimes I will pass a vehicle parked under the bridge and notice that the front seats are both down, or see it is filled to bursting with a wide array of personal items. People will try to sleep in their cars, underneath the bridge, for as long as they can. During the summer they go as far as to set up tents and begin to build structures, but the police come by eventually and put a stop to it. The tents disappear and the car either parks somewhere else or gets towed. Of course, winter is a different story, and the same people are pretty much left alone unless they are causing problems. I know that sometimes guys get drunk and spend the night in their car, instead of trying to drive home, but for the most part when I see someone sleeping in their vehicle it is because it has become their home. Women actually seem to do this more than men, at least from what I've seen. Guys lose everything but their bicycle and women seem to manage to keep it together just enough to not lose their cars. Now that you know all of this…
During a lunch break last week I decided to go to the fast food restaurant mentioned above. Tossing on my coat, I chose to walk underneath the bridge to avoid getting wet. It's not only been cold around here lately, it's been raining as well. Anyways, I was moving at a good pace, making my way along the sidewalk that leads to the pole dancing studio, when the shape of a person sitting in a vehicle parked out front caught my eye. Without slowing down, I turned my head and did my best to get a peek inside the car as I strode by. In the few seconds it took to pass, I saw that a woman was sitting in the passenger seat. She had short, blond hair, was wearing a light blue athletic top, and appeared to have both of her hands in her lap. I couldn't see her hands, but could see that her arms were stiffly held together, straight down, as if she might be clasping her hands in her lap. That's all I caught a glimpse of, then I had to turn my head and make sure I wasn't walking into the bumper of a car, or a street sign or something.
I didn't get many details from that briefest of glances, but I got the impression something strange was happening inside the car, and that sensation stuck with me as I ate my meal. When I left the restaurant, I walked back the way I came on purpose, and was not surprised to find the woman was still sitting in the passenger seat of the car. This time, when I walked by, I slowed considerably, and blatantly peered in through the front windshield. I took in the ladies face, which seemed to be set with a look of deep concentration. Her eyes were open, and I was standing almost directly in front of her, but she did not appear to notice me. There was a brief moment where I had to make the decision to either continue walking or stop and really see what was going on, and I made it pretty quickly and easily. Coming to a complete stop, I looked around to make sure nobody was in the area, then stepped toward the car.
It was a compact - a Honda I think - so I really had to bend down to look in the passenger-side window. As I did, the first thing my eyes caught sight of were a pair of hands that appeared to be buried in the ladies jeans. I couldn't see skin, just the ends of her wrists disappearing into the top of her pants. The athletic top hugged her breasts very nicely, and I could see that her nipples were very hard underneath. By the time I leaned down far enough to see her face, I could discern the slightest bit of movement going on inside. It appeared as if the lady were rocking back and forth, ever so slightly, with her hands buried in her pants and her mouth held slightly agape. The expression on her face never changed though, and not once did she so much as glance my way. Not once. It was like she was in a trance. I know I mumbled something like a compliment to the window, but doubt it was heard. Certainly there was no reaction from the other side.
From where I stood, it certainly looked like the woman in the car was masturbating. I watched for a brief few moments and then stood up long enough to take another look around and see if anybody might be watching me/us. When I looked back, the lady was in the same position, doing the same thing, and did not appear to know that I was standing just a few inches from her. It was slightly surreal, and I had the urge to just reach out and knock on the window, but I resisted. Instead, my hand went to my crotch and began to rub. I thought if I could bring up a bulging cock and press it against the window she would be unable to ignore me. My eyes wandered all over her body, taking in the tits, lips, tight jeans. As I stood to pull my cock out I glanced around again, and that is when a lady came out of the pole dancing studio.
I think it's just pure luck that she did not head down the sidewalk towards me. Despite my years of experience being a bad boy, I'm sure I had that deer in the headlights look on my face that would have said more than all my excuses could have, but I watched in dumbfounded relief as she crossed the street and slid into a sports car without even glancing our way. One last peek into the Honda told me that nothing new was happening, and my heart was practically thudding out of my chest, so I turned and walked away as quickly as possible. Not once did I look back, but for the rest of the day I could not forget what I'd seen. Had she been masturbating, as I suspected? Was she perhaps blind? Is that why she didn't act like she saw me, because she in fact could not? Maybe my presence simply wasn't welcome, and she knew ignoring me was the quickest way to get me to leave? I also wonder if showing off in public without acknowledging the watcher was a possibility? It's certainly plausible she wasn't masturbating at all, but if not, I cannot imagine what was going on. Did she need to pee really bad and was trying to "hold" it? That still didn't explain why she acted like she didn't see me, but I guess it doesn't really matter. Unless I see her again, the answer will remain a mystery. You can bet I'll be walking that way when I go to the fast food place from now on.
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