Wants and Needs

Tonight, I want to have rough sex. I want raw, animalistic, passionate sex. I want to rip your clothes off.  I want to jack you up against a wall and fuck the shit out of you. I want to throw you on the bed and jump on top of you. I want to pound your pussy so hard that you scream. I want to eat your pussy like a starving man unleashed upon a feast; a feast of erotic lust. I want to fuck your throat with my cock; hard and nasty. I want you to gag on my cock. I want you to spit on it, suck it,and lick it famishly. I want your nails to dig into my back…my ass…scratch and draw blood. I want my muscles to clench so tight from my fucking that I hurt for weeks.

I want to fuck your ass…hard. I want to spank your ass…harder. I want you to suck my balls like a Hoover vacuum. I want your hands around my throat. I want my hands around your throat. I want to pull your hair back so hard it gives you whiplash. I want you to breath heavily. I want you to sweat profusely. I want to tear the sheets off the bed. I want to peel the paint off the walls. I want to scream. I want to grunt. I want it to hurt….bad.

For you see, my goal when I’m with you is simple. I want to be the best you’ve ever had. I want to be the one you tell your girlfriends about. I want to ruin you for other men. When you’re with your other man, I want you to compare how he feels inside you to how good my throbbing cock explored every inch of your sweet caverns. He’ll come up short every time. If he ever licks your pussy, I want you to remember how much I enjoyed tasting you; how good you felt as I licked you and made you cum with my tongue, licking and sucking every inch of your sweetness. I want you to remember how much our bodies intertwined; how much we craved each other; two sexually hungry cannibals feasting on each other’s lust.

I want you to dream about how nasty we were; how raw and passionate we were; how much I was pleasing you; how much you were pleasing me. I want your pussy to tingle and get sooo wet that you have no choice but to play with yourself while you remember. I want your pussy to want to become a punching bag for my pounding cock.

I want to bring out sides of you that you never thought you had. I want to bring you to your limit…and then, go way beyond it. I want you to do those things you always wanted to do…you never DARED doing…you never THOUGHT you wanted to do. I want to get inside the deepest, darkest recesses of your mind. I want to find that inner, erotic whore inside of you and drag her out, kicking and screaming, holding her up to your face, saying”This is who you are. This is who you were meant to be. Don’t deny her. Become her”.

I want that painful pleasure. I want to spank you hard. I want your nails to dig so hard into my back that they draw blood. Then, I want you to drag them down my back, leaving marks as you go, then digging them into my ass, branding me as yours. I want you to cum and cum hard, multiple times. That’s where my pleasure comes from: feeling you cum. Feeling your muscles shake and tighten. Watching your muscles flex and contract as orgasmic waves engulf you. Hearing your moans and screams as you’re taken to another level. That’s where my power comes from.

Part of it is my pleasure. Part of it is my ego. Knowing that I made you cum so hard that you collapse makes me feel powerful and fills me with joy, like a job well done. I want to leave you an exhausted, naked, shell of your former self. I want to fuck like two animals in heat; so carnal, so raw and nasty. I want to leave you feeling like you just ran 5 marathons….and that, for some unknown reason, you want to run 5 more.

I want to hear that dirty, nasty talk. I want you to speak in tongues when I’m hitting your spot. Yeah, you know which spot; THAT spot. Yeah, you know you like it. You know you want it. Give in. Don’t deny it. Don’t deny me my pleasure. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure your body’s begging for; what it’s dying for. I want to please you.

TMI Tuesday

Here's a TMI from https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com.

1. Which of the following best describes your view of sex?
a) Ritual
b) Game
c) Performance
d) Adventure
e) Other

Answer - C and D

2. What is your view of spontaneous vs. planned sex?
a) Spontaneous is always better.
b) Spontaneous sex seems rushed to me. I prefer a little warning to prepare mentally and/or physically.
c) I enjoy the anticipation before planned sex.
d) In my life circumstances, planning is required.

Answer - Both are great.

3. At the beginning of sex, what is your most immediate worry?
a) It will take too long.
b) It will be over too soon.
c) You will be interrupted.
d) You will fail to please your partner.
e) Your partner will fail to please you.
f) Something will cause pain.
g) There is gong to be a discussion/argument about something.

Answer - C

4. At the beginning of sex, what happy result are you looking forward to most?
a) Pure physical pleasure and orgasm.
b) Pure emotional pleasure at being intimate with your partner.
c) Pleasing your partner.
d) A feeling of closeness to your partner afterward.
e) Not being so horny afterward.

Answer - C

5) After sex, how long until you start looking forward to the next time?

My answer - The very next second

Bonus:  Your ideal date would bea. pizza and a movieb. hot dog and a ball gamec. picnic and a bike rided. candlelight dinner

Answer - D

Another Man's Girl

I admit it. I enjoy have sex with other guys’ girls. I don’t initiate it but when it’s offered, I indulge. There’s some sort of perverse pleasure of knowing that a woman wants you to fuck her because her man isn’t taking care of business.

The first time I knowingly had sex with another man’s girl was with a woman named Dotty. She used to come into the store a lot. She was a short redhead with a really tight body. Sometimes she was with her man; sometimes, she wasn’t. One time, we struck up a conversation about a movie that had opened up. I asked her if she wanted to go. Surprisingly, she said yes.

We went to the movie, then came back to my place. We sat on the couch and started watching tv. Dotty put her head on my shoulder. That’s when I knew it was time to make my move. I lifted her head up and stared into her eyes. My index finger traced a pattern on her lips. I moved in and gave her a long kiss. She didn’t flinch at all. After a few minutes, I stood up, reached down, picked her up, and carried her to my bed.

I laid her down on the bed and started removing her clothes. When I got to her panties, she whispered “we can’t. I have a boyfriend”. Now, in my brain I’m thinking “well, if your boyfriend were that important, you wouldn’t have gone out tonight and you certainly wouldn’t have let me get you undressed this much”.

I could’ve done the right thing, let her get up, and walk away. Instead, I continued taking off her panties, split her legs apart, and started licking and sucking her clit. Funny how she didn’t worry about having a boyfriend at that point. I kept up my attack on her pussy, licking her pussy lips and sticking 2 fingers into her. I wanted to prep her pussy for my cock. She moaned and thrashed while I worked her like a technician. Her juices flowed as she screamed and bucked her way to an orgasm.

I stood up and took off my clothes. Standing by the edge of the bed, I grabbed her legs, pulled her towards me, split her legs, and grabbed her ass. Lifting her hips, I positioned the head of my throbbing cock next to her pussy lips. Pulling her hips towards me, I guided my cock into her and started moving her hips back and forth on it. The blood rushed to her brain as her body was arched backwards.

She was mine to play with. I didn’t care if her boyfriend ever found out. At that moment, all I knew was that this girl was mine and if I did her right, her pussy would always be mine. Even if I never fucked her again, her pussy would be wet at the very thought of me. She’d always compare her lovers to me, no matter what. My ego took over with those thoughts. My mission was clear: to give her the most erotic fuck of her life.

I fucked her in that position for a while. Then, I stopped momentarily and pulled out of her. I flipped her over onto her stomach, split her legs again, pulled her towards me, lifted her up, and pushed my cock back into her. Her blood was still rushing to her head, since I had her sloped downward yet again.

After feeling her pussy muscles tighten as she came, I went into overdrive. I put her stomach first flat onto the bed, then arched her ass up. Putting one knee onto the bed, I split her legs yet again and guided my cock into her. Arching one of her legs to the side, I grabbed her hair and yanked her head backwards. Using that as my brace, I pumped her hard, with everything I had. Her screams became deafening. Her will was gone. Her body was putty in my hands. My cock imposed its will upon her pussy, making her cum time and time again.

We fucked for a few hours. Then, she had to get home to her man. The next day, I went into work to see a note in my work box. It was from Dotty, saying that the evening was fun but that we could never do what we did again. I figured I’d never see her again. I figured wrong.

About a week after my sexual encounter with Dotty, I was taking care of paperwork in the backroom of my store. The store had just closed for the evening and the other employees had gone. Since the mall at that time closed on Sundays at 5PM, I liked staying a couple of hours so that I could do that week’s paperwork and still be home in plenty of time to do whatever. The store was situated so that my back door lead right to the outside and to the parking lot.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. Nobody ever knocks on that door. “Who is it?” I said. “It’s Dotty. Can I come in?” she said. I opened the door and let her in. “What’s going on?” I asked, thinking about her note that said that we couldn’t be in the same area together. Yet, here she was knocking on my door.

"How did you know I was still here?" I asked. "Oh, I saw your car in the parking lot, walked past the store and saw the lights still on, so I came around the back and took a chance that you were here still" she responded oh so shyly. Made sense to me. "I couldn’t stay away. I mean, the way you made me feel…" she continued. As she spoke, she moved towards me, leaned in and started caressing my chest. "Really?" I said, beginning to rub against her. "How did I make you feel?". "You made me feel so naughty and so good. I couldn’t stop thinking of how good you fucked me. Nobody’s ever fucked me like that before."

I didn’t waste any time. Paperwork could wait. I loved fucking Dotty. She was my first redhead and lived up to everything I heard about how great redheads were in bed. I wasn’t about to pass up a second opportunity. I leaned down, held her, and kissed her. I grabbed her shirt and drew it over her head. Passionately, the rest of our clothes came off.

I lifted Dotty up by her ass and threw her against the back door. I reached down to her pussy. She was soaking wet, ready for me to take her. I thrusted my cock into her already wet pussy, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pumped her like a jackhammer. She felt so good around my cock, like a well fitted glove. She clawed at my back and started moving her hips wildly in time with mine; fucking me with a thirst that needed quenching. After a little while, she dug her nails into my back and held me close. Her legs shook like she was in the middle of an earthquake as her orgasm washed over her for the first time.

By that point in the evening, we had the entire mall to ourselves. I knew from talking to the mall guards regularly that they always left early on Sundays. Also, since nobody was open late Sunday nights, there were no video cameras on inside during the evenings. They only covered the parking lot. That gave me ideas; too many ideas. They say luck is preparation meeting opportunity. I always wanted to fuck in certain places in the mall. Luck was about to play it’s part.

First, I grabbed Dotty and put her on my store counter top, climbed on top of her, and fucked her hard missionary style, until she came again. Then, I opened the storefront gate. We walked a few storefronts down to the food court area. It had a water fountain area with benches that I always wanted to do a woman on top of.

I put Dotty on all fours and leaned her over the bench. Getting behind her, I spread her ass cheeks and worked my cock into her asshole. Her body seized up and she let out a loud scream, then slowly backed her hips towards me. I grabbed her hair, threw her head back, and started pounding her. Thrust after thrust, right there in the middle of the mall. It was amazing. My body never felt so alive. I kept slamming her until she came. Then, I came inside her ass, thrusting each time, pumping more cum inside of her.

We fucked in a few more places in the mall. We decided to meet every Sunday at that time and continue the affair. I fucked her for about a year after that. No strings were ever attached. It was just sex but we had the wildest, most inventive sex imaginable. She was the woman who first brought out the kink and the adventure in me.

Confidence and Cockiness

When I was much younger, I played soccer (futbol, to the rest of the world). I was pretty decent although I was never going to make the national team or play professionally. One time during my junior high school days, I scored a goal and like most young bucks, I got out of control with my celebration. Not only did I celebrate with my teammates but I took it further and taunted the opposing team.

When I got onto the sidelines during halftime, my coach (who I respected a lot) took me to the side and said "son, do you know the difference between confidence and cockiness?" I thought about it for a second. I thought about my sports idols at the time. They used to taunt their opponents, carrying on, talking trash. They seemed pretty confident.

After giving it some more thought, I told my coach that my idols were confident so no, I didn't know the difference. He leaned down over me, looked me right in the eye, then said "the difference is that when you're confident, you let yourself know and when you're cocky, you let the world know. Always be confident. NEVER be cocky." Then he marched me over to the other team and made me apologize for my rude behavior.

Cut to present day. I was watching a documentary about the special forces. This one former spec ops guy said that he knows when another spec ops guy walks in the room because there's a confidence to his walk. Those guys aren't supposed to advertise who they are but this guy knows because of the way spec ops people handle themselves.

Confidence is interior. Cockiness is exterior. Kids today would call cockiness swagger but they have it all wrong. Swagger to me is when you're confident in your skills; no matter what they are. Just don't crow about it.

When I write on this blog, it's from confidence. I sometimes wonder if I gave a page to each woman who I've slept with, what would they say? Though I try to be their best, I may be quite the opposite to them so there's some humility to what I write. I'm never cocky and I'm always trying to get better; always learning new tricks. I'm never cocky, though. Don't ever be cocky; only confident.

Take Time to Make Time

This is an offshoot of my rule about taking people for granted. If people are important to you, then take the time to let them know. Don't assume that someone knows how you feel. A lot of people never work on their relationships. They always use the excuse that they're too busy or that the time slipped away. "Why didn't you call or email?" "Sorry, I was busy doing something". Uh huh. You weren't too busy to not make time looking at Facebook, were you? You had plenty of time to look at your Twitter feed for a half hour. Yet, you didn't have time to let someone know that you cared.

Sad, really, what people prioritize in their lives. If you had time to waste on stupid things like being online, then you had time to make the time to send a quick text or email or phone call. Sometimes, that's all someone needs. If you don't do that, then someone like me is going to be inside your woman, filling her needs. Just sayin'.

Spring Clean All Year Long

People come and go throughout your life. If someone stays in your life, then great. If the person doesn't, then move on.

Don't get hung up on why the person left. Perhaps the person took you for granted. Perhaps the person figured that he or she could just use you for whatever the person needed for however long it was, then come back when the person needed whatever from you again.

You know the type of person that I'm talking about. It's the person who you call, text, or email. The person will make a slight effort to contact you for a little while. Then the person will stop and you wonder if the person's ok. Suddenly, the person comes back with some story about being busy with this, that, or whatever.

At that point, in my world, that person's gone from my life. I have the 3 strikes rule. If I contact someone 3 times and that person doesn't respond, I figure I wasn't that important to him or her and that person is gone.

I bring this up because I did some spring cleaning today. Every month or so, I sit down, figure out what's working and not working, and go about making changes. It might be changing the apartment, cleaning out my email accounts, or maybe some computer cleaning or cleaning out my contacts file. Today, it was my contacts file. Out with the old and in with the new. It's my spring cleaning. Life's too short to waste time on people who consider you an option and not a priority. Do some spring cleaning of your own sometime soon. I bet you'll be better off for it.

Competition is Key

I've been thinking a lot lately about why I do what I do. One reason, I think, is because I love to compete with myself. Ever since I was a kid, I've always tried to outdo myself. I competed with myself  to see how quickly I could get to school, eat, etc. That hasn't changed much as an adult. I see if I can get to the subway quicker, how quickly I can get through a line, etc.

The same goes with sex. I compete with myself to see how many times I can cum. I compete to see how long I can hold off before I let myself cum. I compete to see how many times I can make her cum. I compete to see how quickly I can make her cum. I compete to see how long I can make her hold off before cumming. I compete to see how many positions I can fuck her in. I compete to see how kinky she is. I compete to be the best she's ever had. Competition is key with me.

Drink Your Pineapple Juice

Jenna Jameson at the Adult Entertainment Expo 2007, with short blonde hair (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A while back, Jenna Jameson wrote a book called How to Make Love Like a Pornstar. I'm not a big Jenna fan. There's too much fakeness going on there. Too much fake breasts, lips, surgery everywhere. However, there's one thing about her book that I've sworn by ever since the day I read it.

Jenna spoke about how certain foods make your cum taste good and certain foods that make it taste really bad. For the fellas out there, if your girl's not swallowing, you may want to pay attention. Jenna said that the best thing to either eat or drink is pineapple or a can of pineapple juice. She said that the acid in the pineapple interacts and makes it taste better. Ever since that day, when I know I'm going to have sex, I watch what I eat or drink beforehand and I have a can of pineapple juice. It seems to work from what my ladies tell me. Fellas, you may want to try it.

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.