Porn Star Tales Part 2

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I have a party buddy I'll call Porn. She's not someone I hang out with unless she's at the same club that I'm at. We share mutual friends. The thing is that while I consider her more of an acquaintance than a friend, she's actually a rather interesting person and has lead quite the life.

When we're at the clubs, we'll have great conversations. The first thing she'll always tell you is that it’s a minefield being a porn star. With all the traps to it, it takes a strong person to navigate the industry and make money in it, according to Porn. Porn should know. She’s been at it for a few years and makes a good living at it.

She’s done everything related to the industry. She’s been a feature dancer at strip clubs. She’s been an escort and a call girl (not sure what the difference is). She runs her fan website and makes a lot of money doing those one-on-one cam shows. Actually, she’s made a shitload of money doing all of that. You would be surprised how much money people, both male and female, will pay cam girls sometimes.

She’s also been on the bad, stereotypical side of the industry. She’s had a boyfriend who thought he was her pimp. She’s been physically and sexually abused. She’s fucked many celebs. In fact, when she’s not working, she says she’ll only fuck celebs and rich people. That’s why I won’t even attempt to get with her. She’s done drugs. Actually, she’s done lots of drugs. Another reason why I won’t even attempt to get with her.

She’s seen a lot of celebs behaving badly, as have I. If she ever wrote a book, she could blow the lid off of Hollywood. Some of the guys who she’s fucked are supposedly happily married. She’s been passed around in hotel rooms by players on the same sports team. She’s seen the glamour and the pain. Through it all, she’s actually managed to keep her sanity.

The one thing she says about famous people is that the more successful they get, the more insecure they get, which leads to their bad behavior. I would tend to agree with that. It’s good to remember that when you’re watching awards shows, wishing you were these people. Sometimes, the grass isn’t greener on the other side. I stopped hero worshipping stars a long time ago. People like Porn, who have crawled into the darkest parts of both the porn and entertainment industries,  keep reminding me why.

Porn Star Tales Part 1

English: Cherie (porn star) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Party buddies. Everybody has them. People who you wouldn’t call friends but you have a good time with them when you’re at the clubs. One of mine is a semi famous porn star (no, I haven’t fucked her, for reasons that I’ll explain about in a later blog). We have mutual friends and see each other every now and then.

One night, not too long ago, we were in the vip section of a New York club with a lot of celebrities and, of course, groupies. We obseved this one groupie who purposely walked by a famous married athlete’s table at least 7 times before the athlete finally noticed her and called her over to his table. After about a half hour, we noticed that she disappeared. After looking a little closer, we finally noticed the groupie was under the table giving the athlete a blowjob.

It was at this point that my porn star drinking buddy and I got into a few deep conversations about groupies, the entertainment industry, and the porn star industry. A lot of it I already knew from being in the trenches of the entertainment industry and being privy to a lot of very bad behavior. Some things, though, I had not heard of before.

Groupies can basically be broken down into 4 categories, according to Porn, as I’ll call her from now on. The first type are the girls who like to fuck for ego sake. They love sex and get off on the fact that they’re fucking someone either rich or famous. They like the perks that come along with it but mainly, it’s just because they like fucking famous people so that they can brag about it. You usually find those women on Twitter, talking about popping bottles in clubs, hanging out with this celeb & that athlete. It helps their self worth, I suppose.

The second type are the girls who fuck these guys for the money. This group has 2 subtypes. The first subtype are the girls who fuck for material things. When they fuck, they expect to get paid, either with money (which would technically make them call girls or hookers, depending on your point of view) or with gifts, like expensive clothes, breast implants, injections, trips, whatever. I know of a groupie who got flown out with another groupie to an exotic island to visit a famous rapper who was on tour, just so he could have a 3some with them.

The second and more dangerous subtype are the groupies who look at these guys as welfare checks. They want to get pregnant by these guys so that the famous guy will pay child support. They then might use that money to help take care of the kid. Most times, though, they use it to buy expensive things or to hunt for another famous guy.

The next type of groupie is the type who fucks famous guys for career advancement. These are usually the models, singers,  actresses, and wannabes who think that being seen with a famous guy will help their careers. It usually works. A lot of the time, guys will take advantage of this; hence, the casting couch mentality. I know of a guy who owns one of those model magazines who has a basic way of working. First, he the fucks the models in his magazine a few times. If the girl’s good in bed, that girl gets the magazine cover. If they suck in bed or decide not to put out to this guy, they get bounced and in some cases, blacklisted. I’m sure there will eventually be a lawsuit one day. For now, that’s his game and the ladies have to play it.

The last type of groupie is the type who looks at these guys as life long meal tickets. They want to bed these guys, in hopes that these guys will fall in love with them and marry them; thus, insuring that they’ll be taken care of for the rest of their lives.

Now, I’m not saying that all women who sleep with these guys are like this. I’m not even saying that it’s only women. Lord knows I’ve seen a lot of men who do this with both male and female celebs. Plus, when you think about it, a lot of the blame has to be given to the celeb. They know that there are people out there doing this to them, yet they choose to ignore that fact and have their fun. Whatever floats their boats, I suppose.

I just thought it was funny that Porn broke it down so easily. She oughta know. She’s a self confessed one of these types of women. I won’t tell which one she said she was. You can’t hate the player. Hell, sometimes, you can’t even hate the game.

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TMI Tuesday

I saw this list on the TMI Tuesday blog a while back.

1. LUST (excessive sexual appetites):
Besides your current significant other, for whom do you lust or who have you lusted for in the past?
   Lust is my favorite vice.
Does your significant other know about your lustful desires?
   Too many to number. I don't actually have a significant other at the moment, which leaves me free to lust.

2. GLUTTONY (over-indulgence):
What food brings out your inner glutton?
   Probably pizza when I'm not dieting.

3. GREED (avarice):
When it comes to sex, what are you greedy for?
   To make a woman cum.
When it comes to things, what is it that you want more than your need or deserve?
   money, of course.

4. SLOTH (idleness/procrastination):
Name a task or activity in which you perpetually procrastinate?
   laundry.

5. WRATH (anger) is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury.
a. Describe a time that you were very angry?
   Today at work when others weren't pulling their weight.
b. Have you ever been so angry that you thought about revenge?
   Yes
Did you seek it?
   Yes. His name was Osama Bin Laden. I survived 9/11 and the aftermath. I lost 3 friends that day. This one was personal for me. I'm glad he's dead.

6. ENVY (jealousy):
Who or what do you envy?
   I'm envious of male bodybuilders' bodies.
Why?
   I can't get that muscular so I just focus on what I have. Still....

7. PRIDE (vanity) is the love of one’s own excellence, and it is considered the worst of the 7 Deadly Sins:
a. When preparing to meet a lover, what are you most vain about?
   My face.
b. What sexual skill are you overly proud and boastful about?
   The fact that I have a big cock and I know how to use it for pleasure.
c. What part of your body are you proud of, boastful about?
   Again, my cock.

Bonus: What sin do you think is your greatest virtue? For example, what bad thing makes you more appealing?
   Lust. It definitely makes me more appealing.

The Butterfly Chronicles - the Hunter and the Hunted

Flesh (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I'm a dog in heat. A primal pleasure beast. A carnivore, hunting for flesh; your flesh. A hunter not to hurt you, but to please you, to be pleased, to love you, to make you feel loved. I need to feel your skin on mine, your hot breath gasping into my face, my ears, my neck. I need to feel your nails clawing into me, ripping my skin, piercing into my flesh, making me scream, your eyes burning through my soul.

I need to feel your sweat pouring on top of me, drenching me with the byproduct of our sexual adventures. I need to feel my cock pulsating inside of you, every part of you. I need to feel your teeth as you drag them up and down every throbbing inch of my cock. I need to feel your tongue flick the tip of it, then trailing saliva onto it. I need to feel your lips encircle it, while your throat muscles milk my creamy goodness from it.

I need to have an erotic workout. I need to study every inch of you, every curve. I need to fuck you in so many positions, exploring what makes you tick, what makes you cum. Perhaps driving my cock up your ass will make you ride harder, as I pound you hard, pulling your hair backwards as I hear you scream erotic screams.

I need to feel your pussy muscles suck my cock inside of you, trapping it with your tightness. I need to feel your pussy muscles contract around it, squeezing it, enticing my cum out of my muscular pipe.

I feel it. My blood boiling, my veins burning, my breath shortening, my heart pounding, my muscles tightening, my cock throbbing. My body's raging, wanting you, needing you to extinguish the erotic flame burning inside me, waiting to be sated.

I know you need the same things. You feel that primal urge, that need to fuck and to be fucked. Your pussy is wet just thinking about it. You're twitching your legs, squeezing them as you feel that tingling between your thighs. You're primed and ready for it. You need to ride hard, to be ridden hard. You need to grind into my hips, feeling every inch of me inside you. You need to feel thigh upon thigh, skin upon skin.

You sense it. That time is near. The howling, the grunting, the grinding, lust building, the inferno blazing. The satisfaction one gets from being pleased, from pleasing another. The feeling of temptation accomplished. The barking at the moon, the call of the wild, the erotic yearning of flesh unfulfilled. You're hunting, too. Come hunt me. 

Listen

If your parents were anything like mine, you were told sometimes that it's better to be seen and not heard. What you probably weren't taught was that it's better to listen than to speak. The same goes when it comes to being with women.

Women want to be respected. A big part of that is that they also want people to listen to what they have to say. Let them speak.

If you're with a woman, the last thing she wants to deal with is you yapping on and on about your job, your friends, your exes (NEVER talk about your exes....NEVER!!), or your material things; especially your material things. If she wants to hear about all of that, turn around and run out the door.

Let the lady talk about her feelings, what she's been up to, her ideas. Oh and really listen. Don't do one of those zoning out routines, throw in a few "yes" and "uh huh" and think that it's not going to be noticed because it will be.

There is one exception to the rule. Listen but don't become her bitching sponge. Don't be that guy she goes to just to bitch and moan. The second that happens, two things should happen. The first is that you should realize that you're going to get thrown into that "friend" category. That's the category where you're never going to have sex with her because she "doesn't want to hurt the friendship". Then, she'll bitch to you about the guys that she's fucking and you'll REALLY get upset.

The second thing that should happen is that you should put a stop to the bitching....any way you can, short of murder. It's not fair to you and it's not fair to her. 

TMI Tuesday

Another TMI from https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com.

1. Who would you call for bail money? My business partner.

2. Your life has been threatened unless you do one of the three folllowing things. Which would you do? Why?

a. Do a sanctioned and well-promoted strip tease at a WWE event

b. Have sex with anyone of your choosing in a full of trash garbage dumpster

c. Star in your own Girls Gone Wild video knowing that it will be distributed, for free, in your hometown.

B because why not?

3. What is your most hated chore on your household chore list? Laundry, which is why I now take it to the laundromat and pay them to do it for me.

4. Do you do any chores naked? No. 

5. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? Musician. Did you turn out to do that? No. I just incorporated music into my career so I'm still involved.

6. One of your scars, how did you get it? Climbing up a mountain.

7. What is on the wall in your bedroom? Artwork.

8. Do you snore, grind your teeth, or talk in your sleep? I've been told I talk in my sleep; which makes sense because my brain is constantly trying to figure out problems in my dreams.

9. What type of music do you listen to? Pretty much everything at this point in my life. Variety is always the spice of life.

BONUS: Buried or cremated? Cremated Why? Seems better than having someone dig up your body 500 years from now.

Who Are You Really?

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Take a good look in the mirror. Be completely honest with yourself. There's no one there. It's just you, your mirror, your emotions, your demons, your truth. Stripped down. Tell me what you see. Who are you, really? What do you stand for? What are your demons, your insecurities, your true fantasies? Deep down, what are your wants and needs?

Now that you've been completely honest with yourself, embrace what you've just figured out. Accept the fact that this is who you are. Don't deny it any longer. Don't be ashamed of it. Society made you hide who you are. Don't let others decide your life any longer.

When I had a good long look in the mirror a long while back, I realized who I was. I'm a pleaser. I love to please women. I'm a freak in bed. I'll do anything to please a woman. I'll get tied up, pegged, spanked, whatever, in order to please her and to be the best fuck that she ever had.

Once I realized this and accepted this about myself, my life became free. I released the shackles that society put upon me. I cast aside all doubt as to who I was and what I wanted out of life before I pass on to the next one.

Some people say that they mature and change. I disagree. Maturing only means conforming to what society want you to be by denying who you truly are and what you truly want out of life, especially women. Society says that you're not supposed to be sexual, that you're not supposed to be able to sleep with whoever you want, that you're not supposed to have sex any way that you want, any position, any devices. Otherwise, you're a slut, a freak, a whore.

I say fuck what society says. If you want to fuck someone, do it. If you want to fuck more than one at the same time, do it. If you want to send naked photos to someone or put them on the internet, do it. This is my blog, my world. There's no judgement here. You are among friends. I'm here to support, to turn on, entice, entertain, inform. Feel free to comment, email, whatever. Be as naughty or as nasty as you want to be. Be who you truly are. 

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.