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A while back, 81 Vaginas wrote something about being in junior high and about how your whole goal as a guy back then was to try and find a girl who would let you touch her.

The operative word being "let"

It wasn't so much a matter of whether she longed to be touched. Or whether you were a part of her idealized young-girl fantasies. It didn't matter what she thought about you, as long as she would "let" you slip your hand into her panties.

Back then, apparently, that was enough.

But somewhere along the line that gets old.

At 35, I want a girl who wants me just as much as I want her.

A girl who doesn't create arbitrary rules, artificial boundaries, and rigid limits.

A girl who wants to enjoy passion, togetherness, and intimacy...simply because it's fun and it feels right.


Without that it sometimes seems that I'm still stuck back in junior high.

Breaking News!  If there are any guys reading this who would like the perfect opportunity to meet and converse with 30-something women, get your ass over to Toys R Us any weekday morning this week after 9:00.  I guarantee you the place will be full of cute MILFs, and because of the time of day there will be very few children and dads, most of whom will be in school or at work.  There are all kinds of opportunities for small talk in a toy store this time of year, and If you're tall you may even get an opportunity to reach up and get that Barbie or Thomas The Tank Engine down for her from the top shelf.

We stayed at my sister-in-law's house for Thanksgiving. And on Friday my wife's parents came over to watch our kids for the evening so my wife and I could go out on a date.

Me: So hey, if your parents are gonna be here, that means their house will be empty, so we could sneak over there and play around in your old bed, right?

Wife: Uh, I don't think so. My parents are using my bedroom as a storage area and there are boxes piled high on my bed.

Me: What about your sister's bed?

Wife: That's where my Dad sleeps these days.

Me: He doesn't sleep with your Mom?

Wife: Nope. Apparently he snores too much.

Me: Nice. Well, what about the couch in the living room?

Wife: Actually, I don't even have a key to their house, so it's a moot point.

Me: Ask them for one.

Wife: But then they'll want to know why. They'll suspect something.

Me: They'll suspect that their married daughter might be having a little fun with her husband?

Wife: Exactly.

Me: So what? Let them suspect.

Wife: No. They won't go for it. They're weird like that. I don't think anyone's allowed to do that in their house.

Me: Including the two of them, I'm guessing.

But all was not lost. Later on when we got back to her sister's place and everyone else had gone to bed for the night I was sitting on the futon in the living room and she came up and sat down beside me and asked if I wanted to make out a little.

Well, you don't have to ask me twice. And before long the futon had been folded down into a bed and I had her pinned on her back with all her clothes off except for her socks and her sweater which somehow ended up around her waist (No, it wasn't a tube top, just a regular sweater, so how it ended up around her waist is somewhat baffling, but there it was nonetheless). She was about as wet as I've ever felt her, and when she came it was fast, hard, and intense.

Afterwards, as we lay there naked in her sister's living room, I suggested that maybe we should get a futon for our own living room, to which she laughed and said that it might not be such a bad idea.

I tried to hide her bra in the futon so someone else would find it, but she was wise to me and retrieved it so there would be no evidence.

I'll be out of town for a few days, so I hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving.

Today I was thinking about some of the hottest stories I've read online over the past couple years. It took me a while to dig them out, but here's a few. They're worth a look. I like them because, as far as I know, they're real and not just fantasy.

Franny (part 1)
Franny (part 2)
Franny (part 3)

Coming

Snap Shot

I had to go to the airport this evening for business, and man let me tell you, the number of hotties there in the terminal was unbelievable. But what was even more remarkable was the unprecedented percentage of them who were completely uninhibited about making extended eye contact with me. I sat myself down on a bench for a few minutes while I ate my Cinnabon and just watched people walking past me on their way to catch their flights. I had only been seated for maybe 30 seconds when a pretty young thing looked my way and smiled. Then looked again. Then looked a third time. And then another girl looked and smiled. And then another. Damn, I thought...Is there something on my shirt? Is my fly open? I'm not quite sure what the deal was, but short of something embarrassing that I never figured out, I have to say it was quite an ego booster.

Come to think of it, though, maybe it was the Cinnabon. Darn.

I'm thinking of you and imagining that we are in a cozy room in an old, restored bed & breakfast. A fire crackles in the fireplace. The room is nice and toasty warm in spite of the snow that is coming down in the dark night outside. We are naked and are playing around on a nice, old, four-poster bed with soft flannel sheets and a handmade quilt. You are lying on your back, splayed out with your hands slightly above your head and your legs slightly parted. And you are giggling a little because I am trying to find things to use to tie you to the bed. There's your scarf and my tie, neither of which are in use at the moment. So I take the scarf and use it to tie your right wrist to the bedpost. Snug, but not too tight. My tie then secures your other wrist to the other post. Damn, you look so good lying on your back like that. So pretty. So vulnerable. So feminine. But your legs are still free, and that won't do. I hunt around for something else. I decide to use my dress shirt and your blouse. I'm hoping you won't pull enough to rip them, but I don't think you will. You want to be tied down. You want me to enjoy your sexy body. You want me to make you crazy with desire. Crazy with lust.

Just the act of me tying you down, one limb at a time, is getting each of us very aroused. And the naughty smile on your face reveals a seductive mix of contentment and desire. Once I have you secured, splayed out for me with nothing to hide, I lean down and begin to explore your body completely, one inch at a time--running my fingers across your soft white skin, leaving little kisses every step of the way. Up and down your arms. Behind your ears. Along your neck. You are so very beautiful. I lay my head on your chest for a minute to hear your heartbeat and to watch the gentle rise and fall of your breasts with each breath you take. Then I begin to kiss each breast in turn, leaving a spiral circle of kisses from the outside in, until I reach your nipple which I kiss and then lick a little before taking it into my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue and biting gently. Then I move down along your side, kissing the smooth curve of your hip and your outer thigh. One at a time I take each leg in my arms, massaging your feet, kissing your toes, and then slowly working my way back up, kneading your calves and then your thighs, leaving little kisses as I go. Then, moving your legs a little farther apart, I take a moment to pause and admire your pussy.

Kissing your tummy and your inner thighs, I watch as the glistening wetness between your legs begins to grow. It fascinates me to watch you get visibly wetter as the moments pass. It is almost torture for you as you lie there squirming while I admire your ever-wettening pussy from just a few inches away. I tease you by blowing my warm breath onto your glistening labia.

Pressing my lips to your most intimate place, I kiss you tenderly and you moan sharply and lift your hips upward. But then I pull away, not wanting to rush, wanting to explore more. I crawl up higher, kissing your chest, your shoulders, your neck. Nibbling on your ears. Shifting my weight slightly I lower my body down against you, skin on skin, feeling your warmth against mine. I look into your eyes and smile. You smile back. I slide my arms underneath you, squeezing you tightly, and kiss you on the lips. I move my hard cock so it is just pressing against the slippery opening of your vagina. Teasing. You are so ready to feel me thrust deeply into you. I am so ready to plunge myself in and feel your willing body engulf me.

I'll stop there. I'm sure you can imagine the rest ;)

I just found out that one of my favorite downtown bars, a place that normally hosts live rock bands, is foregoing the concert idea next week in favor of a night of "Amateur Female Pumpkin Pie Wrestling."

Half-naked girls and pumpkin pie...two of my favorite things in the whole world. Could there be a more tacky and yet strangely tempting combination?

What are the chances that I could lick the pumpkin pie off of the girls when they're done?

Sometimes a little night-light is all you need.

I'm taking an offsite class today. A boring class. The guy who is teaching it is a smart guy, but it's a very dry subject, and there are nothing but guys in this class.

And to make matters worse, the class across the hall seems to be almost nothing but girls. It even has a hottie female instructor.

Obviously I'm in the wrong class.

Every now and then the class across the hall will let out for break, and the students will all go down the hall to the break room, but my class never seems to have a break at the same time. So all I can do is watch them through the doorway.

It's torture.

I wonder if any of them are thinking, "God this class is boring. I wonder if any of those guys in the class across the hall would be willing to take me out to the parking lot and suck my clit in the back seat of his car..."

A married blogger I've been reading received this email recently from a girl with whom he is having an affair:

Gotta tell you, I'm thrilled to have found a normal, intelligent person with a great life, minus the same aspect my life is missing - and I'm really enjoying filling that void with you. I feel so much more complete. It's done wonders for my relationship with my husband. I no longer feel an incredible rage at being deprived of sex, which makes me a much nicer person to be around.

Ten years ago there is no way I would have ever believed that any married person would deprive his or her spouse of such a wonderful thing as sex. I was so naive. I feel both sad and happy for this woman at the same time.

I would link to this guy's page because I very much enjoy reading what he has to say, but he has requested that no one link to him, and I can understand that.

I was in bed last night reading a book and for some reason it occurred to me that I haven't posted a thursday pic in a while. 

I've decided that if my wife is not going to initiate sex and if she's gonna say no most of the time when I initiate it, that I'm just not gonna initiate it any more and see what happens. Eventually, she's gotta give in, right? Right? I've made these kind of resolutions in the past and they've lasted, at most, for maybe a day or two until I can't take it anymore and need some sort of intimacy. But this time I'm going pretty good and have been able to hold out for a couple weeks so far. I almost blew it this morning, though. We woke up and she was looking so damn hot. I slipped my hand under her nightie and began to caress her back and her shoulders. And then her hips, her legs, her chest. Her nightie was a maternity nightie that was left over from a few years ago and therefore had holes in front for easy boob access (Personally I think all nighties should have this feature). And one of the holes slipped open, tempting me with a hard, pretty, pink nipple which I began to kiss and nibble on gently. And then my hand slipped down to her belly and then down in between her legs. She parted her legs wider, lifting her hips and pressing her crotch against my hand. But then I backed off and moved my hand back up to her shoulders. I wanted to see if she would make any attempt to make this a mutually enjoyable play session. Perhaps a hand on my balls? Or a caress of my chest? Or even some little strategic kisses around my ears or neck? But no. She just lay there. It seemed that maybe she wanted more. But really, I'm sick and tired of always giving it to her and getting nothing in return. So I waited a little more and continued to caress and kiss her here and there, but made sure not to venture back down between her legs. Eventually she said we'd be late if we didn't get up soon. And with that she slowly (reluctantly?) pulled away and got out of bed. So I guess I pulled it off for one more day. My hope is that at some point she's gonna want it badly enough that she'll have to give in, play fair, and give me a little something too without me having to ask. I'm just hoping it happens soon, because I don't know how much longer I can go.

Yesterday we packed the kids into the minivan and drove out to the mountains to have a picnic and to see the fall foliage. Late in the day we came across an old lodge on the top of a mountain. The rooms in the lodge have fantastic views, including this one. Years ago, before our kids were born, I remember my wife and I standing in this very same spot around the very same time of day, and I remember trying to convince her to get a room and stay overnight at the lodge instead of driving back to the city. But we didn't have a change of clothes, etc., etc., and I couldn't convince her to stay. Now I wonder if she regrets not staying back when we were younger and had the freedom to do stuff like that. Frankly I wonder if she even remembers.

So about seven of us guys were walking back into the building today after having gone out for lunch. And as we got up to the main entrance, Katie, a young woman who works for another company in the same building, walked out the door, presumably heading out to her car in the parking lot. Now, Katie is about 24 years old and is extremely pleasant to look at. And today she was wearing a very nice little denim mini-skirt (emphasis on little). And as she passed our group of guys she looked up at Stew, one of our older, married, gray-haired engineers. She then smiled and said, "Hey Stew, how's it going?" To which Stew immediately blushed and mumbled something friendly in return.

Now what I want to know is, what's Stew got that the rest of us don't? And more importantly, how often is he giving it to Katie?

I sleep naked about 360 days out of the year. The only time I don't sleep naked is when I'm feeling sick and I need just a little bit of extra warmth to keep from feeling chilly. Tonight I'm on day two of what has been (thankfully) a very mild cold which I expect to be fully recovered from by tomorrow. So, yes, I'm sleeping in a t-shirt and boxers tonight. But tomorrow I'll be naked again. In case anybody cares. lol.

Or is that...too much information?