Keep it Clean

Eat well. I'm not saying you have to go vegan. Lord knows I'm not. However, try to cut out those processed and fatty foods or at least, moderate them. You know the ones by now. Need I spell them out for you? Nothing wrong with a bag of chips every once in a while. Every day or every other day and you'll have issues.

Ease off the drugs and alcohol. I don't drink much any more. When I was in college, sure. These days, I need a clear head to operate. Drunk sex is fun but not as fun as sober sex. Getting buzzed is ok if it helps take the edge off.

Drugs are definitely not ok. If I know a woman's on drugs, aside from maybe ecstasy, I'm not touching her. That's a solid rule I've had since day one. That's one road I never need to go down with anybody. Too many ramifications.

Also, I hate smoking. It smells, it makes you smell, it's expensive as hell, and it's really not good for you. Kissing someone who smokes is like kissing an ashtray. It's disgusting. If you smoke, quit. If you don't, don't even think of starting.

I'm convinced that keeping my body clean when I was younger, it wouldn't be in as good a shape as it is today. Take care of your body and hopefully, it'll take care of you. Otherwise, someone else will eventually be taking care of you and not in a good way.

Find Your Muse, Not Your Machiavelli

Famous posthumous portrait of Niccolò Machiavelli (1469-1527). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Everybody needs someone to inspire them. These days, I'm inspired by my best friend Morena and my buddy Tony. Morena is my muse. She's such a creative and exciting woman: bright, beautiful with every gift imaginable for a man to love. She is my partner in business and my best friend since college.

Tony, on the other hand, is more like Machiavelli. That man can manipulate a situation like nobody I've seen in quite some time. He inspires me when it comes to women but only to a point. That's why he's my buddy but not my friend because you can never fully trust the Machiavellis out there. You are cautious of the Machiavellis in your life but you never trust them and in some case, do the complete opposite. Tony is truly inspiring, though.

A brief history lesson on Machiavelli. His name is synonymous with manipulation, especially political and business manipulation. His book the Prince is read by every cut throat business person I know, along with Napoleon Hill's Think and Grow Rich, Sun Zu's the Art of War, and more recently, the Robert Greene trilogy about power, war, and seduction.

What people tend to forget is that while Machiavelli was good at manipulation, he wasn't great. Machiavelli came to power in Florence, Italy during the renaissance, just after the Medici family were chased out of town. Machiavelli hit his stride during the rule of the Borgias (yes, they did exist and they're not just some made up characters for a television series) where they taught him about how power gets thrown around.

Unfortunately, he learned these rules too late. The Medici came back into power. Machiavelli was labeled a traitor, tortured, imprisoned, and later exiled. It was during this time that he wrote the Prince. Therefore, when you read it, think of it more as a "damn, I should have done that" as opposed to "this is what I did".

Always find a muse, who will inspire you to do great things and bring out the best in you. Don't completely follow the Machiavellis. Rather, learn from them. Watch their movements. Pick up on things you can use but never completely trust them. Now you know and knowing is half the battle (hum the GI Joe theme song now).

Another Trip Down Porn Star Memory Lane: Christy Canyon

Christy Canyon, taken at the 2006 FOXE Awards in Los Angeles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For the past few posts, I've been going down memory lane visiting the first porn stars who turned me on. For the last stop, I'm visiting the first porn star who nowadays would be called a PAWG (pretty ass white girl). Basically, it's a white girl who was a nice large round ass.

Christy Canyon was big back in the 1980s and 90s. Not only was her ass large and perfect (nice and tight, with not a single ounce of cellulite) but she also had large natural breasts with large nipples. She really loved her porn work. She never looked at the camera and was always passionate. It was almost as if you just happened to be there while she was having sex.

Once she stopped performing, she went on to a successful radio career. For the past decade, she's been host of several adult radio interview shows on Sirius XM radio. She also still runs her own web site. Search her name on any of the free porn sites and she's bound to pop up. She's proof that there can be life after the cameras stop.

Another Old School Porn Love: Janine Lindemulder

English: Janine Lindemulder, Los Angeles, CA on Feb. 2, 2010 - Photo by Glenn Francis of www.PacificProDigital.com (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, I'm continuing my trip down porn star memory lane. Today's stop is with Janine Lindemulder. I first saw this blonde beauty in a 1987 issue of Penthouse Magazine. She was another one who I search everything for. There was just something about her. She did two stints in porn. First in the late 1980s - mid 1990s, where she only did women on film. Then she unretired in the late 1990s and started doing both men and women on film. It was around that time that she started getting tattoos.

I personally think her work with women is her most passionate. She always was the dominant one. Her biggest strength was her eye contact. She always had that look that made her lover feel like that person (or people in certain videos) was the only one in the room. She put on quite the performance in everything that she did.

She was also really good at going down on both men and women. She really enjoyed going down. She was my first sex teacher, as it were. I used to study how she would eat out women. I'd study where she put her tongue, how she flicked it and at what speed, how she'd smile, wink, and look directly at her lover. I picked up most everything from her.

Out of porn, this woman was a fucking bad ass. She made a sex tape with Vince Neil of Motley Crue and another Penthouse model (the ultimate rock star fantasy) while they were on vacation in Hawaii back in the day. You can search for it on any of the free porn sites. She married, then divorced biker and reality tv star Jesse James. She's been arrested numerous times for beating up and threatening Jesse (like I said, she's a bad ass if she's beating the crap out of a biker), got into a custody battle with him for their child (which she ultimately lost), and also did time for not paying back taxes.

I'm not sure what she's up to these days but search her out. You won't be disappointed.

My First Porn Star Love: Traci Lords

English: Traci Lords, Beverly Hills, CA on February 25, 2011 - Photo by Glenn Francis of www.PacificProDigital.com (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I saw my first porn star love quite by accident. Back in 1984, Vanessa Williams was in the middle of her reign as the first African American Miss America winner; a truly groundbreaking achievement in America at a time when the Miss America pageant was a very big deal. I was an extremely lustful teenager and had it bad for her. During the summer of 1984, it was announced that Penthouse Magazine (like the Miss America pageant, another relic of a bygone era) would print unauthorized photos of Vanessa naked that she took before she became a beauty pageant contestant. Vanessa naked?! Sign me up to grab a copy of that magazine. In September 1984, the issue came out, Vanessa had to resign as Miss America, and Penthouse (a magazine that wanted to compete with powerhouse adult magazine Playboy) was on its way to making $14 million off of that single issue.

In that very issue was a blonde centerfold model. Once I was done lusting over Vanessa's photos (months later, actually. I had it extremely bad for Vanessa), I got around to finally looking at this centerfold model. There was something about this model. I couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was the innocence of her face or the shape of her breasts.. It was probably both but whatever it was, I was hooked.

Then, I found out that she was not only a model but also a porn star. I had to find everything I could on her. That wasn't very easy back in the 1980s. Remember, the internet and DVDs were both in the womb at that time so that meant going to adult video stores, which meant travelling to New York City a lot since there weren't any adult stores in my town (they were outlawed back then).

A few years later, it came out that this porn star was only 15 when she posed for Penthouse and did porn, which made everything that she did technically child porn and all of her movies were banned. Because of this, the porn star (much like Miss America) would become world famous and having very successful careers; which they probably would not have had, had it had not been for the scandals. That makes the September 1984 issue of Penthouse one of the most controversial magazine issues of all time.

Oh, the first porn star who stole my heart. It was Traci Lords. Since I can't embed any of her videos onto Blogger, just go to any of the free porn sites and put her name in the search engines. The only ones they show (I believe) are the ones where she's 18 or above.

Old School Interracial Porn: Ashlyn Gere and Sean Michaels

American pornographic actor Sean Michaels (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ashlyn Gere (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I've always had sex with women of my race and also other races. I don't discriminate in life; especially my sex life. I grew up in mainly white towns so if I wanted to have sex, it had to mainly be with white women. Back in the day, having sex outside of your race was considered extremely taboo. Now, it's commonplace.

Porn has had a lot to do with making interracial sex more acceptable. It's also had a lot to do with pushing the many stereotypes about it; specifically, concerning black men. The themes they always push are that black men are extremely aggressive and savage in bed and that they have large cocks. Porn also pushes the myth that white women are having sex with black men because of their race and these myths, not in spite of them. How many times have you seen the woman in an interracial porn video saying things like "I've never been with a black man" or "I want your big, black cock"? It's pretty insulting.

I bring this up because I found the very first interracial porn video I ever saw. I saw it in the 1990s and the video was made sometime in either the 1980s or maybe the very early 90s. It features Ashlyn Gere and Sean Michaels. Note that race is never mentioned in the video. It's just a guy and a girl having sex.

Since Blogger won't allow me to embed or directly link to the web page where I found it, just go to XVideos and put Ashlyn Gere in the search. It's the one titled Vintage Interracial - Sean Michaels Ashlyn Gere.

Keep Your Enemies Close But Your Friends Closer

The Godfather (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I know. That advice is backwards from what they taught you in the Godfather (a classic movie, by the way). However, I've always looked at things from this vantage point. It's really hard for me to trust anyone and it's extremely rare for me to call someone a friend. It's been that way since childhood. It might also be the reason why it's easy now for me to dump people out of my life since I never let them make an emotional connection with me to begin with.

It goes double for women. The main reason is because I was gutted over a decade ago by one who I had planned to spend the rest of my life with. Yup, the Panther had his heart broken; via email, no less. The bitch couldn't even tell me to my face. In true karma sense, though, I saw her not too long ago. She's all fat and bloated now. When she walked away, I couldn't stop laughing for at least 5 minutes, thanking God that I dodged that bullet. People were wondering what I was laughing about. They probably thought I was crazy. This being New York, they probably thought I was normal.....ahem, but I digress.

Friend is not a word I use lightly; nor is it a word I toss around like a lot of people do. To me, it carries an enormous weight and responsibility. To me, a friend will not only kill for you but will help you bury the body and take the fall along with you and gladly do it. I think this comes from my military upbringing, where your very life depends on the trust you put in the people around you. Therefore, for me to call you a friend, especially a woman, is an extremely high honor; at least, from the way I see it.

I have tons of people I know but extremely few friends. I can count them on one hand, actually. I'm not including family in this. That all having been said, there is one people who I consider a friend. Perhaps quite shockingly, she's also a woman. This woman, first off, is fit. Of course, she'd have to be to be included into my inner circle. Second, she's smart; a lot smarter than even she lets on. She's not fooling me. I know this for a fact. Third, she's extremely creative. Her artwork is amazing. Every time I look at one of her works, I see something new. I'm also attracted to creative people; be it artists, musicians, or actresses.

Talk Dirty to Me

English: Jason Derulo at 103.5 KISS FM Chicago Coca Cola Lounge, photo by Adam Bielawski (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Jason Derulo doesn't seem to have this problem (as his hit song explains) but there are some people who don't like to talk dirty. When they're in the throngs of passion, their brains go numb. They know what they want but the words just don't come out.

I've never been one of those people. I've always talked dirty. I've never had any problem telling a woman that she's sucking my cock like a pro or that she should go faster or slower. I've never had any issues telling a woman that her pussy feels so good around my cock.

When you're with your partner, just say what comes to your mind. Tell them to fuck you harder. Get nasty. Tell them you want them to cum all over you or inside you. Tell them you want to taste them. Tell them to spank you harder. Just tell them. You obviously have no problems thinking it so pull a Nike and just do it!!

Be Naughty

The big thing that changed me from lonely geek to baby faced geek who regularly has sex was that I got over my hang ups and learned to embrace my demons. When I was younger, I wasn't the type of guy who would ever have sex in public places or use whips and chains. I wasn't the type of guy who would do threesomes or  go on webcam or have phone sex.

Once I got over my puritan thinking, I became free. I unlocked my shackles and realized that I have a really kinky side. I never showed it when I was younger but as I've gotten older, I've learned to embrace my dark side. I've studied it and honed it into a skill.

Once I freed myself to do anything, that made it easier to get women. I think it's because I allow women to try whatever they want. They know they can feel comfortable acting out their fantasies with me. They know I can put my hand around their throat and know when to stop. They know they can be tied up. They know I can abuse their mouths with my cock. They know that whatever dirty little thought they've wanted to try, I'll do and have no qualms about doing it.

Give it a try. Free yourself  of your inhibitions and act on your fears and fantasies. You'll be glad you did.

TMI

Here's a TMI for you to enjoy:

1. How long have you been blogging? - Off and on for about 6 years.

2. Tell us about your pen name?  Is it a pen name? - Yes, it's a pen name. Ebony is my skin color and panther is one of my favorite animals.

3. What is your blog about? - Sexual musings and advice. It's an addition to my ebooks that I'm in the process of publishing.

4. Do you earn any money with your blog? - No. It's a hobby that I mainly do on flights since I go on long trips. I'll usually do about 10 posts during a flight and queue them to be released every other day or so. Helps pass the time better than playing Candy Crush.

5. What inspired you to blog? Both it and the books are creative outlets that I need to have in my life.

6. What keeps you blogging? - Good question. I've stopped on and off over the years. I think it's just another way of being creative.

7. Do you have any advice for readers looking for love? Looking to get laid? Looking for a threesome? - That's basically what the blog is about.

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Be Aggressive

A favorite quote that my mom used to tell me growing up was "stop waiting around for someone to hand you something. The world doesn't owe you a damn thing. If you want something in life, you have to go out there and get it". Sound advice, although it took me forever to learn it. She also said to always wear clean underwear because you never know when you're going to have to go to the hospital and never eat yellow snow. Both very good things to remember. Moms are good that way.

Her point was that in life, there are people who think that they're going to be handed whatever they want. Politicians will try to turn this argument into class warfare because when they say something like this, they're mainly talking about poor people or minorities. See Mitt Romney, Rick Sanctorum, or almost anybody who's run for public office in the past decade for examples of that. However, the same could also be said for rich people; some of whom expect the world to be handed to them because they have money. See Mitt Romney for examples of this.

It doesn't matter your rank in life. If you want something, you have to have the drive and the balls to go out there and get it. Nobody successful ever did it by sitting on their asses. They were aggressive. This applies to going after your romantic partners. You have to be aggressive. You have to risk your heart and your ego in order to be with the person you want to be with. Being shy only works in the movies. Even then, if you're shy, you have to put yourself into a position where you will be at least noticed.

I'm not saying that you should go rape, annoy, aggravate, or stalk anyone. That would just be so wrong on so many levels. Nor am I saying that you should hit on everything that walks and use cheesy pick up lines. Those NEVER work. EVER! However, if you see someone that you like, don't just sit there. Go up and say hi. You might get shot down but you might get rewarded, too.

Passion Rules the Day and Night

The first rule about my life is that passion rules everything that I do. I have a passion for business. I have a passion for photography. I have a passion for music. I have a passion for space travel and astronomy. I have a passion for entertainment.

I also have a passion for women. I love everything about them. I look the way they look, the way they smell, the way they smile. I love their curves, their intellect, everything. The way they make love is amazing. I love their moans, the way they grab my muscles, the way their pussies taste and feel, the way they seduce.....I'm addicted.

Make passion rule everything that you do. When you do, you'll work harder to be better at it. The passion that you put into your job is the same passion you put into having sex. Hopefully, you like your job; otherwise, that piece of advice will just make you really crappy in bed. When you love what you do with passion, you'll be on your way to greatness.

Mudsharks

Here's something that won't make any of my books. Enjoy.


One time when I arrived back to my New York office after yet another business conference, I was greeted with a list of job applicants that I had to do the final interviews with. Now, I admit that I hate doing interviews but I think that it's important for me to sign off on them because these people need to fit into our culture. Plus, my employees represent me so they need to be very good.

My crew is extremely multicultural. That's unfortunately tough to do in the tech and social media fields. I'm not sure why that is and I'm sure people smarter than myself have their theories. Despite the odds, I have managed to craft a great staff of people of all shapes, colors, and sexual persuasions. I look at it as a strength and I'm proud of that. This is why I do the final interviews myself, even if I do hate doing them.

The person who did the first interview was my human resources manager. She's a brunette, in her mid 30s, is very beautiful, and most importantly, extremely smart. Before you get any ideas, no, we haven't slept together. Vera is the daughter of one of my closest friends and like a kid sister to me. She went to Columbia and probably could've gotten a job anywhere. I'm lucky to have her.

We had 10 applicants scheduled. I did 5 in the morning, followed by 4 hours of breaks for lunch  and work, followed by the rest later in the afternoon. The morning applicants were pretty good. I felt I would probably grab 2 people from that group but decided it couldn't hurt to interview the other applicants. I made some business calls, had a meeting to firm up a project, then broke for lunch.

After lunch, I had a few minutes so I decided to go wash up in our public restroom since it was closer to our conference room, where I was running the interviews from. When I went in there, there were 2 guys at the urinals taking care of their business and having a conversation about sports and being in the city.

Then, their talking took an unfortunate turn for them. One guy asked the other guy who did their first interview. "Oh, the HR bitch" the other guy said. "Her? That bitch looks like she's a mudshark" the first guy shot back. "She probably fucks half the niggers here. I gave her some bullshit in my interview. Had the bitch eating out of my hands. We''re both gonna ace this".

About this time, I'm heated. First off, nobody calls someone I know a bitch unless it's in bed. Second, for those not in the know, a mudshark is a white woman who dates black men mainly because she has low self esteem. Basically, it's one of the new ways for people to be racist. I was about to tell these guys who I was and to get out when they noticed that I was there, turned their attention to me and doubled down on their stupidity.

"Hey buddy, do you know which way to the interviews?"  I paused for a second, formulating a response, then hit upon a more appropriate response. "Yeah, I think you go down the hall to the right and see the receptionist" I said. "Cool, thanks. Are you interviewing, too?" "Uh, yeah. Hope I do well. I'm kind of nervous. I hear the owner's a tough interview". The other guy then chimes in. "I wouldn't worry about it. You''re not gonna get it." I acted surprised. "Really? Why not?" The guy laughed and said"  because we''re grabbing the last 2 spots but...uh...good luck acing it, old man" and with that, they both laughed and left.

Now, if there's one group of people that I ha've never liked, it's frat boy alpha males. They used to torment me during grade school and college. I''ll be damned if I'm going to hire guys with that type of personality. Besides, calling me an old man may be sort of true but to these idiots, anyone over the age of 30 was probably old. Time to teach these stupid young bucks a lesson.

I finished washing my face, then went to the nearest phone with an intercom switch and called the front desk. "Simone, I just sent 2 guys your way for interviews. Do me a favor. Take the both of them to the conference room and tell them to sit there for a few minutes. After you do that, call Vera and tell her I need her immediately in my office. Oh and call building security and tell them I need Bryan in my office immediately."

I went to my office and waited a few minutes. Vera came in first, followed by Bryan about a minute later. With the both of them in the room, I told them what happened in the bathroom. Vera apologized profusely. I stopped her. "It's not your fault. I'm sure that they would've done a great interview with me, too. I want you guys to come into the conference room with me. Vera, you introduce me, then I'll go in and Bryan, when I mention your name towards the end, unleash the hounds, but try not to kill." Bryan sighed a reserved sigh. "Understood" Bran fumed.

I could tell Bryan was itching for a fight but I couldn't let him destroy these idiots. First off, Bryan's the head of building security. Second, the guy is huge. He used to play professional football until his knees gave way. Third, I got him the job and don't want him getting arrested. Fourth and most important, he's also Vera's big brother and I knew what he would do to those kids; not that I was against the kids getting the beat down that they deserved; just not on property.

We walked down to the room where the applicants were waiting. Vera entered into the room first. "Gentlemen" she said, the owner will be in to interview the both of you at the same time." "Wow. We must have made an impression" one of them said. "Oh yeah, you made quite an impression on all of us." I could tell by the tone of Vera's voice that she was about to unleash her own brand of Hell upon these guys. I decided it was time to go in, before Vera tore them apart.

I opened the door, let Bryan in first, then followed. "Here's our owner now" Vera said and pointed in my direction. As I walked past the two guys, I looked down at them, glaring. The look of utter shock, followed by the realization that they screwed up was priceless. I honestly wish I had a camera with me. No matter. The lesson I would teach would have to do.

I walked to my seat across from the kids and sat down. I stared at my suddenly scared quarry, shrugged my shoulders, and said "guess the old man aced the interview, huh?" No response; just some befuddled looks, like they were trying to find words to get them out of their situation. I figured the time was right to lower the boom.

"What?! Before, in the bathroom, you were talking all kinds of shit! Now, no pearls of wisdom coming from your lips?! No snappy comebacks?!" No response again; just guilty faces. "Well. gentlemen, this is going to be a very quick interview. In fact, you should look at this as a learning experience. See, you made what I see as 4 mistakes. Your first was talking shit, not knowing who was listening. Your second was calling someone a mudshark, figuring that someone older than 30 wouldn't know what that was. By the way, I do know what it is!! Your third was talking shit to who you thought was another applicant. You never, EVER do that!

See, here in MY company, we don't call anyone a mudshark, bitch, cunt, nigger or any other derogatory name you can think. You ain't home, son! Now, if you guys were real men, you would apologize to Vera right now. Since I know that you're not real men, though, and you're just a couple of pretty boy pussies that don't know any better, this interview is over."

I got up, turned, and walked towards the door. Then, I paused and turned towards the boys, who had their heads down. "Oh, I almost forgot your fourth mistake. Your fourth was talking shit about a woman without knowing who her brother was." I motioned towards Bryan. "This big wall of muscle here is my security guy. Three guesses as to who else he is." Both fellas' faces then turned ghost white. "Her brother?", One said sheepishly. "See? You've already learned from a mistake, but much too late to save you now. You still want to get into her pants, you have to go through him first...and good luck with that. He's going to escort you out of the building; rather painfully, I'm afraid. Sucks to be you guys. Enjoy what's left of your soon-to-be very painful day. Oh, sorry, did I also mention that Vera's a third degree black belt? Must've slipped my mind."

I turned back towards the door and walked out of the room. All I heard afterwards were voices screaming and furniture being thrown; mainly furniture, according to Vera. Then, as I got back to my office, I looked out of the window and saw two guys limping out of the building; their clothes disheveled and bloodied. Vera and Bryan told me later that they just scared the poor guys and that they got their clothes caught on the doorknob as they were trying to get out of the room. I decided not to ask any more questions. After all, the guys deserved whatever Vera and Bryan gave them.

Nice guys finish....where?

"Be nice until it's time to not be nice" - Patrick Swayze, Roadhouse

I loved that movie. Yeah, it was a cheesy 80s movie but Swayze was one of those few guys who danced the way ladies loved him to, yet a guy could feel like they could have a beer with him. Such was the power of the man.  He was also, by all accounts, a very nice guy.

I bring this up because that cheesy line is one of my credos. To me, it means that you should be nice to people until they start to mistake your niceness with weakness. It ties into "do unto other as you would have them do unto you". The problem is that in society, there are people who will just do unto you and not in a good way.

I bring this up because it's especially true for relationships; both male and female. Don't be nice, especially if you're a guy. You'll just end up in the "friend zone". You know the type of guy I'm talking about. He's the guy you go to to dump your problems onto. He'll sit there and listen and be there like a little puppy dog while you bitch about the asshole you slept with. All the while, he's wishing he was the one you were sleeping with; only that'll never happen because he's too much of a friend and you'll never see him as anything else. In short, he's in your "friend zone". I know of what I speak because I used to be that guy in my 20s. Funny thing is that when I stopped being the friend, I started getting more women. Strange how that works out.

I'm not going to tell you that nice guys finish last because I don't think that. I believe that guys who are TOO nice finish last. The meek shall inherit the Earth, as the Bible says. However, that hasn't happened in over 2,000 years of human history so I doubt that'll happen any time soon. Just don't be that too nice guy. No one wants a doormat, after all.