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Pint Size Peepers or (What do You Do When Your See You Having Sex?)
Posted:Mar 25, 2005 7:08 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2009 10:15 pm
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This event occurred six years ago:

One early afternoon my girl friend and I retired to the bedroom for some loving tenderness. It was a beautiful day and the were all playing outside. The window was shut and the blinds were drawn down. I was lying on my back and my girlfriend was kneeling at my side driving me nuts with her oral and manual stimulations. I was moaning like a and twisting my head from side to side. When I rolled my head towards the window I could see bright sun peeking through a crack in the blinds. Peering in were 3 sets of little eyes! OMG! My 10 year old and two of her friends were watching us! Needless to say that put an end to that lovemaking session. By the time I got some shorts on (plus give my hard on a chance to become less prominent) and ran outside, they were gone.

Later when my came home I had a conversation with her about the importance of respecting privacy. I never mentioned that which was observed. I figured that was pretty self-explanatory and needed no further clarification.

So I wonder.... Has this sort of experience happened to any of y'all? Did you ever walk in or see your parents engaged in sex? What would you have done or felt in a situation similar to what happened to me?
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Promiscuity + Long-Term Relationships = A Good Lover???
Posted:Mar 24, 2005 1:05 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2007 9:59 pm
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Over the years I have always felt that I was a wonderful lover with lots of experience. (Hey, why not look at the bright side too when doing a self-assessment). I have just accepted that about myself. Anyways, today I got to thinking that perhaps I should try and back that up with some real facts. If I thought I was such a wonderful lover then why? Was it merely bloated ego or was there something that I could use to show that there might be some truth to it.
First and foremost I find that it was my mother who should get any credit if there is truth to my being a good lover. When I was still an 18 year old virgin my mother pulled me aside and had a long talk with me about sex. She told me that it was of utmost importance that I satisfy my partner. She said that if I was able to do this then my own satisfaction would be vastly intensified. She stressed that over and over througout that conversation and I took her advice to heart.
I really didn't know much about sex in those adolescent years. I remember I bought a copy of Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex but Were Afraid To Ask when I was 14. Gawd, was I nervous when I took it to that imposing adult at the check-out counter. I hid that book at home and read it over and over. It didn't really help much it seemed to me at the time, but in retrospect it did expose me to the terminology of sex and some of the things that could happen in a sexual experience. At least I was not completely ignorant (nothing like reading to educate yourself).
My early sexual encounters were probably ordinary in their character---fumbling, bumbling, slight embarassment, nervousness, fear of failure, etc. Yet through them all I was conscious of my mothers advice and most of my fumbling was geared towards exploring the womans body and lots of foreplay. My partners were just as inexperienced as myself in most cases so there was no way for me to know if I was doing it right or not.
Yet over time I began to hear my partners tell me how good I made them feel compared to what they were used to previously. This really boosted my self-esteem and I suppose planted the seeds which led me to the subject of this post. I must be good if they say I am...this is what I thought as I was leaving my twenties and entering my thirties.
So, just how many are saying this about me? Do I have an army of women that will offer up testemonials to my lovemaking prowess? When I asked myself this question I found that the answer is no. There really haven't been that many different ones over all these years. I have been sitting here trying to recall them all and found that I could indeed still remember them. Even after all these long years.
At this point I have been with a total of 13 different women! Is that all????? Jeeze Keith! Somehow I thought it was more. I must have been unconsciously cooking the books over time. Only 13! Out of those, 8 of them happened before I was 26 years old. I am now 48, which means in the last 22 years I have only been with five different women. And one of them is the story in this blog. I married my wife at 27 and was true to her for the 12 years we were married plus the three years we dated before that. So that takes care of 15 yrs. without any other sex than that with my wife which was infrequent I am sad to say. She was not much to talk about sexually. Way too passive. She was much better before we married. Still, I worked hard to please her whenever we did have sex. After she left I met someone on a beach trip and we had a fling for about 2 months. That story is for another blog perhaps. She told me I was awesome as a lover and she traveled halfway across the state on numerous occasions to be with me so that helped bolster my opinion of my own abilities sexually. Especially after those long empty years of my marriage. Then I was set up by a friend of mine on a blind date. She was one of four out of the thirteen who declared that they had never experienced an orgasm like the one I was able to give. I dated her exclusively for about 6 months.
That reminds me...I have had four different women tell me that I have given them the greatest orgasm to date. That is over 30% of my total partners. (That is the main fact which backs me up) One of them declared that it was the first time she had had a "real" orgasm with a man. Question to any ladies still reading this...Have y'all told your partners things like this even though it wasn't really true? Just to make them feel good? That is what I wonder. Was I being falsly inflated or was I really good? Hell, the orgasms were certainly real enough...of that I am certain...but were they really as good as they claimed? I just figured that it was something that most women said to their partners just to be polite since so many were saying it. I suppose that question will always have to be answered on an individual basis. After all, while we are all human and are all alike in that respect---we are also all individuals and respond to differing stimuli.
Anyway, back to my story and excuse me for wandering....Last of all I come to my last girl friend. We were together for 5 years. She opened me up to all sorts of new things sexually. She was definately more experienced than myself as far as number of different lovers she has had over the years. (she was 3 yrs. younger than me). She told me that I had also given her the most intense orgasms she had ever had. She was certainly the best I have ever been with as far as technique and variation goes.
So now here I sit. My last partner is long gone. She left this state 2 yrs. ago. In the interim I have been busy with other things and have sort of felt jaded in some respects I guess. The women in whom I put my trust and invested in a long-term relationship left me with very negative feelings about relationships. I was tired of verbal abuse, infidelity, deciet, and outright untruth. The heck with relationships I thought. Every time I trust one of those undeniably fascinating and fathomless creatures called "woman" I ended up getting burned. So I stopped dating. Well friends, that is no answer. I am just too sexual a creature to foreswear sex. I have decided to dip my toe back in the water again.
Besides, although I am not necessarily superstitious, perhaps this number thing has got me. Thirteen seems an ominous number to sit on. (way too funny).
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A Fantasy Comes True
Posted:Mar 24, 2005 10:41 am
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2014 6:42 pm
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While responding in another blog on the subject of fantasies I told how my fantasy had already come true. I am reposting the body of it here as a new addition to my own blog....

Well my fantasy would be to travel the world for the rest of my life.
If you mean sexual fantasy then it already has come true. I had always fantasized about being taken by a woman I had never met before. A few years ago I put a rental add in the local paper to rent some property. A 20 year old asian woman showed up dressed in loose fitting pink sweats that kept riding low on her hips as I showed her the house. When we walked into the first room she brushed up next to me and her hand bumped into my loins. She giggled and apoligized but I swear I felt that she might actually have done that on purpose (I was correct in that assumption considering what followed next). I was wearing some sweats and no underwear at the time. When I followed her into the bathroom she bent over at the waist keeping her legs straight and knees unbent as she looked into the cabinet under the sink. Her bottom pressed into my loins this time her movement was so sudden. My heart started racing as I realized that this woman was teasing me on purpose. I kept my position and she felt me beginning to stir through the fabric of our sweats. She then stood up and turned around slowly to face me. As she did this she lifted up her shirt to reveal her bare breasts to me and told me if I liked them to please suck on them immediately. Within seconds we were all over each other. We retired to the bedroom where she got on her knees and pulled my sweats off revealing my hardening pecker. She gasped with pleasure when she found that I was shaven and that I was well endowed on top of it. She gave me head, I returned the favor and then we screwed for a half hour after that. When it was over I thanked her for "making an old man's fantasy" come true and she left.
That is when I started thinking about what had just happened with a contented smile. My smile was instantly wiped from my face when I realized what I had just done with a stranger and I had used NO PROTECTION. I began worrying that I had just done something dangerous for these times....unprotected sex with a person you know nothing about. Fortunately she was clean and now I have had a fantasy fulfilled.
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Young Men and Mature Women
Posted:Mar 24, 2005 6:49 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2013 6:56 pm
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In the short time I have been on this site I have noticed more than a few young men complaining that older women are giving them the brushoff. These males admittedly are 18 - 20 years old; the extreme bottom of the age range for this site. I want to weigh in with my opinion on this matter.

I believe that it is not the youthful vigour of their lovemaking that captures a mature woman's fancy as much as it is the ability to stimulate her on a mental plane. Certainly there are many women who lust after young dicks, but in the end they probably discover that it is not as good as the more total experience she recieves from a more worldly and mature man who is older.

I feel that the mental stimulation serves as a catalyst for the physical experience and more than makes up for any loss of vigour as a man gets older.
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Love My Kin
Posted:Mar 24, 2005 6:13 am
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2014 6:53 pm
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I sure do love my young nephew. He is 12 and mildly autistic. He is so cool. He speaks in complete sentences that are so exact in their pronounciation and so mature that it makes me do a double-take when I hear some of these things that come out of his mouth...hard to believe that this is coming from someone so young. He gets it from the television I suppose. He remembers everything he comes into contact with. Wish I had that ability.
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Aggressive Drivers
Posted:Mar 23, 2005 6:03 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2007 9:47 pm
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Grrrr. I hate driving. I cannot abide some of these folks who are intent on "gapping" their way to the front of an endless line of vehicles. Mainly I dislike it when my own little "space" between myself and the car in front of me gets violated. But in the overall picture there is not much gain for all the risk of driving aggressively. In the respect of time saved that is. A matter of a minute or two total is saved in most routine trips a person would take on average. I know this from experience since I used to drive aggressively when I was younger. Also, I find that I still sometimes do it when I feel pressed for time. I will grab somebody else's gap just to get a little closer to that light coming up. Knowing full well that it won't really get me much more than a second or so for each gap I successfully navigate. Why bother? Just another way to be hypocritical I suppose.

So now I teach myself patience. I make sure that I leave in plenty of time to arrive at my destination without having to drive at a frenzied pace. And when I am running late from time to time I just accept the fact that I will be late and go with the flow rather than trying to outrun it.

It never bothers me much when I am a passenger though. I have a friend who is the most aggressive driver in these parts. He is an expert at gapping. Yet I am blissfully at peace since I don't have to stress over the dang road.

Here's the keys, I am just along for the ride!
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The Venting Blog
Posted:Mar 23, 2005 9:39 am
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2023 5:51 am
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It feels good to let it out and be creative at the same time.... I wrote this years ago in an attempt at a little self-therapy for some old baggage.

THE VENTING POEM

To the meanest woman I'll ever know
you took "selfish" to a frightening low.

With tongue as sharp as a scaling knife
your verbal abuse gave me a miserable life.

Returning home from my 12 hr. day,
I'd find you drunk and pounding away.

On your computer where you spent all your time.
Looking for men while playing online.

Our unfed, the laundry undone
you made me to feel that I was the one

who was the cause, of all of your pain
and I took it all, my loss was your gain.

For I truly loved you and wanted to learn,
the reason for which, love was not returned.

I struggled tormented, to try and discover,
the the whys and the wherefore's you sought out new lovers.

And you led me on, caused be to believe,
that we had a chance, but you did deceive.

So you lied and mislead, since you needed me still,
and that was only because we still had our bills.

But you had no intention to regain what we had
you wanted out, and you wanted out bad.

It's hard to forgive you for that final year,
'twas a waste of my effort, my heart full of fear.

Wanting to fix what I thought I had broken,
listening intently to all that was spoken.

And you used that against me, that I can see,
my trusting good nature, my honesty,

was manipulated and twisted to suit your own ends,
you horrible witch, my heart you did rend.

Our four year old wandered neighborhood streets,

and through the kindness of neighbors, found something to eat.

Unheated waffles eaten straight from the box,
nourished our while you played the fox.

Searching for someone, you ignored us all,
painting your nails and having a ball.

I saw you provoke me with full intent,
to drive me to hit you, you wanted me sent
off to the jail house, you would not relent.

I know that is true, I read your own words,
but you don't really know me, for it wouldn't work.

I am not an abuser, that is not my way,
but you don't understand me, and I would not play.

I'll never forget when you called up the cops,
and made up a story to get me sent off.

But you were the drunk one, it wasn't enough.
And you were the one, who ended up cuffed.

And that time at my parent,s, our you scared, ranting and raving you were unaware,

that the police you had phoned to come and get me
for taking our , would let me go free.

That plan didn't work out, the cops were not drunk,

and our were witness to the depths you had sunk.

That's two times you called them and it didn't go far, for both times you ended in the back of the car.

The sex you denied me hurt only you.
And if you look back, you will know that it's true.

I did all the work, I desired to please you.
But what about me? I have needs too.

But heed if you read this, I just want to say
that over the years you were a terrible lay.

No passion was in you, you lay on your back.
It was almost like loving a limp gunnysack.

So I was not missing when you cut me off,
while you got your jollies in the internet loft.

and through it all, I kept my dignity,
and remained true, throughout all your frigidity.

Now I am not saying I'm better than you,
but I am loyal, upright, and true.

And you know well, that I am no liar
your morals are low, mine are much higher.
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