Porn and old media...

I received an message earlier today asking me if I would still be blogging since I did not write for such a long time. And it actually hit me then, that is has been a long time. And while this person and I were writing for a bit, the subject of VHS came up... the old plastic cartridges and the tape inside you learned to fix with tape to keep watching the dirty movies you encountered.

Although I have read nudie magazines from very early on, and already discovered the book 'the Joy of Sex' on my parents' bookshelf. But I never actually thought there was anything about sex beyond that. In my young mind, and I talk way, way before I experienced the pleasures of touch myself, I simply did not connect those dots just yet.
The girls in the magazines, Playboy and Penthouse in my dads magazine subscription suitcase he got from work once a week, simply were nude. And that is already where I laid down my preference for the Penthouse magazine, because there I could see far better between the legs.

And that is also when suddenly, one morning when that suitcase had to be returned to the office, one magazine was missing. It was the December 1986 issue of the Penthouse.

Just to make very sure, I actually had to do some research for which issue it was, and it took me some whole 5 minutes to figure it out.

From that moment, the American Penthouse was my magazine. And living in Europe, being a kid not even reaching an age with two digits yet, it was amazing.

Once I actually hit those two digits and I experienced the first pleasures of an orgasm, forget it, it was ON! As most likely any guy out there, it has resulted as likely the only source of steady exercise a guy gets. But I always loved the magazine. And I was not against Playboy, or later the Hustler when I discovered it, but at that moment, I was in love.

The 'love' part came mostly because of the centerfold Jill Shawntai. That magazine lasted throughout most of my teenage years until at one ridiculous moment I decided to 'clean up' and trash my whole

collection of magazines. I have then also to admit that the photo to the left taught me more about the
female genitalia than anything else. I have studied this photo as if it was homework. Sure, right now it is nothing special anymore that you will not see if you stay for three seconds on Google and fill out any anatomical name. But remember that time, that the only porn you saw was what you 'discovered' so secretly somewhere else in the house?

Well, no matter what, even though times have changed, I still love the magazines, and I still am subscribing to the Penthouse. Sure, it changed a lot through the years. It became very hardcore, and after the reorganization it became temporarily even more 'clean' that Playboy has ever been.

But the idea of the magazine, the stills, is still very erotic to me. And yes, we can credit it even to the photo to the right that I got into photography at all so many years later.

But, that was my link to sex. That was what sex was to me, these photos. Watching women, posing. So when I saw a real hard-core photo in a sex magazine that I accidentally found without me absolutely snooping around in my parents' room for it - how dare you insinuate that! - my life and mind just blew up. I knew of course what would happen, geez, they drew it out so nicely in 'The Joy Of Sex'. But actually seeing it? Wow! Look, that women already posed like they did in these magazines was already something I wondered about, but there were actually people actually having sex? On photos? What was the world coming to?

Of course, I was frustrated, because that was the only magazine I found. So I had a very limited supply of real pornographic photos. And believe me, they were not good. Oh, they were not good at all. But, well, there was a penis sliding into a vagina. How much better could it get?

That answer was given when I saw my first porn shot. On the VHS tape that I expected had my cartoon from the day before on it. Oh, it was no toon, but oh, I liked it so much better. And I then made it my mission, to go through all the thirty 4-hour-stretched-to-8-hour tapes to find out if there was more of this drug on there.

And that was when movies like Sky Foxes or Hanky Panky, Pizza Girls and such came to my attention. Ah, nostalgia. But the most interesting part of it was not the porn itself, but the whole experience around it. Just like I wrote in my last posting, the buying of porn itself was half the fun, and sometimes half the arousal.
 

The getting your tape, forwarding it, playing it, rewinding, playing it again, and just enjoying those moments while at the same time you were alert as a fox for any sound that might imply someone was coming home.

Right now, although I can get my hands on these old movies through the magic of the internet, it still is lacking. Suddenly, it is that old, outdated kind of porn. By nostalgia fun and erotic, but hopelessly outdated. Ah, but the good old memories...

I make no illusions, getting porn through the internet does beat everything. At any time, thinking about something, and getting it right away. We are getting way too lazy for porn.

But, call me an old fart, but just like that I still prefer reading a book holding the hardcover in my hand, I still enjoy receiving, every month, the Penthouse and Hustler by mail. Yes, I might be that only subscriber left... but I prefer that to online.

Nepali Passion... How Cheating Can Get Too Risky

There would not be a single man alive, married or not, that
would have been able to resist.

I talk about the cheating from a very objective point of view. It is something I have under control; it is something I plan and find a special place for in my life. Well, that is how it might seem, and what I do try to achieve. But sometimes, something more might happen. Something I try to avoid at all costs is to have to concept of love come between the cheating and my regular life.
But once it hits, no matter how accidentally it might be, how do you get out of it? And do you want to?

I experienced this once. Even though I had been writing with this woman for a time, which was very casual, simple, and mostly because of friendship, we decided to meet. She knew I was married, I knew she was divorced, and we just wanted to meet. Nothing special. Well, nothing special... we had been talking about the lacking of passion in both our lives, and the need for a hug from someone.

But this certain Friday night, we decided to meet and we mentioned this little coffee place for the early evening. But halfway through the afternoon I notice the hesitation, and she called the meeting off, which might have been better anyway. So, I planned the evening alone at home, since my wife was away on a trip. Simply with a pizza and a movie, not doing anything that would be in any way productive.

Adorable, and quite close in
resemblance. Of course, this is not her.
But oh boy, does she bring back
memories.

But just before I settled in, she wrote me asking if I still might be willing to meet her. But since it was already getting later in the evening and the coffee place was closed. She wanted me to come by her place, but then, she did not feel completely comfortable with meeting a stranger at her place, which was totally fine with me. So she asked me to come to her town, and drive under her directions, and then meet here in front of her home.
And so I did. And in the total darkness, an hour later, I called her to mention that I should be somewhere nearby. She guided, and misguided me accidentally, a couple of times, but in the end I arrived, and saw this pretty woman standing outside, with her hands up, waving towards my car and holding a phone. I got out, we hugged, and she walked a little bit with me towards her apartment and guided me in.
We had a wonderful little talk, simple, honestly, and fun. About the things we talked prior to that evening, and why she suddenly wanted to back out, but in the end still decided to meet me. And it was simply a pleasant meeting in which we got to know each other.
Then, when we picked up our drinks and walked to her living room, she put the glasses aside, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. Simply mumbling barely audible, that she appreciated so much that I was there. I wrapped my arms around her, and we stood like that for a little while. Totally in silence, just a pleasant hug, quietly, safe. Then she looked up, and I looked into her eyes, almost as black as night, almost as black as her long thick wavy hair. Her slightly tinted skin, and it was then that I literally melted in her arms. And without a word being said, our lips touched, and I felt her small pointy tongue find a way to play with mine, and the kiss became long, passionate, something incredible.
While grasping for air, I whispered "I want you..." by which she immediately stopped kissing, looked at me again, and simply asked; "Do you mean that?". Of course I meant it, but I just nodded and everything happened incredibly fast. She dragged me to her sofa, pushed me down into it. Unbuttoned my pants and undid the tie and pulled my lose. Without looking away but gazing into my eyes she removed her black panties from under her dress and crawled on top of me on the couch. I felt her fingers finding my cock, keeping it straight up, and then felt her slide over me, het heat touching me so smoothly and moisty. We did not talk, and she laid her head in my neck and felt her hard breating while she pumped herself on top of me. Her wetness made it so very smooth, her tightness so incredibly sexy, and soon I noticed why she jumped me like that, as she came within the minute while riding me. I felt her squeeze hard with her pussy, the trembling and shaking, and then put my deep inside of her while she experienced the slowly slowing down impact of her orgasm.

Did this just happen to me? I looked at her. This woman was stunningly beautiful. As I mentioned in earlier post, looks usually are not that important to me, it is the sexiness, the lust that my lover has, that makes me so into her. But I could not deny, this woman, let's call her Sara, simply was incredible. And within minutes of walking in the door she threw me on the couch and fucked me? I was still hard as I could be, and after she caught a breath, she bend down a bit backwards, still me inside of her, and apologized for her behavior, but that she had not have any sex since her divorce which was 5 months prior to that.

But while she was explaining, she softly started rocking, keeping me inside, fucking me so tenderly while we were actually having a conversation. And I did not want it to end. And it did not. And she didn't either. She stood up, undressed herself completely, while I did the same thing, and we went into one of those rare nights with hours of sexual play. Sometimes foreplay, sometimes fucking, and sometimes simply laying in each other's arms.
She was so incredible, so delicious, so sexy, that I could not ever refuse her delicious behind. And while licking her, I noticed how she raised her hips, and pulling her butt-cheeks apart, and without hesitation I licked here there too, immediately responded with heavy moaning, especially when I had my finger slide into her too.
Our night of sex brought us throughout her whole apartment, ending eventually with her passionately riding me once again in front of the window, where she at last ignored my warning of me almost coming, and instead looked at me and increased the pace in which the fucked me, and had me this time ejaculate forcefully inside of her. After at least 4 hours of our sexual game we were both incredibly exhausted, and she lay next to me, and we held each other close, kissed softly, and just laid there, on the floor, with each other.

This night was not something normal. When I drove home, I also noticed I could not get her out of my mind. Not just sexually, but how she behaved, how she looked. Two weeks later, just after my birthday, we met again at her apartment. And this time, she opened the door wearing a gorgeous lingerie outfit, lacking the underwear, mentioning that this was my birthday present and she bought it just for me.

Another night of pure erotic pleasure followed, and this time, we made sure it was even more incredible than it already was. I could not forget her eyes, her smile, the soft voice, the exotic looks. I kissed her goodnight way in the early hours of the morning, and noticed how absolutely smitten I was by this lady from Nepal. And that got us both thinking, and she actually wrote me that this might not be good. She knew my situation, I knew hers, and what we could give each other was less than what we wanted to. I am glad she was that strong though. If she would have asked me for other nights, I would not have been able to resist. And it would have become a very dangerous game to play.
I would not be able to resist! I could not even get her out of my mind! And I know by now, even though I might appear to be so in control; we all know I am not.

Because we all know that no man is in control with sex if a woman is involved. Even the promise of sex just makes our thinking blurry. Even if we have the best of best intentions.
Yes, I know, we are the weaker of the sexes... but enjoying it.

Actually, I Have Been Good!

Just... just.... delicious!

So I am writing this blog about cheating and sex. And as you might know by now, I enjoy sex immensely, even when I actually don't have it that often. But even when writing about the sex with other women, it does not automatically mean that my life is boring at home.
Honestly... it mostly is. I have written before that the lack of sex in our marriage is one of the reasons why I ended up looking for it somewhere else.

But don't let me be only about that. There are good sex stories to be found here too. So, it is easy to write about my escapades, but I will let you now into a more intimate area of my life. I will show you a bit of our sex life, when it is actually good. Let me take you away to a couple of weeks ago.

I was visiting a friend and met him in the center of the country. We do that regularly, since we live a continent far away, and twice every year we meet each other in the dead center. We meet each other, and talk about the good old times during the day. And usually when the night falls, in the hotel we each sit on our own bed, masturbating to porn. We know each other now for eons, and since we both started noticing our interest in women, it started out by swapping out each other's Playboys and Penthouses. We are now 20 years further down the line, and now it is watching porn and jerking off. No, nothing else. It is just that missing the sexual freedom at home, it is a relief to just be yourself and let yourself go.
This year, we actually had the possibility of being with a woman, but we both resisted the temptation to cheat. And we still keep asking ourselves: why?

So, during the stay there, I did release some ejaculate. And refreshed I arrived home from a fly and drive back home, where I was greeted by my wife. The rest of the evening was uneventful and I went to bed early, being all revived again the following day to come to work.

It was after midnight that I woke up again, and something that was, to me, a brand new experience. I felt my wife's lips on mine, kissing me softly, and in the darkness I saw her hovering over me. It actually took me some time to realize that what woke me up, was her hands on my erect cock, her soft hands jerking the skin up and down, producing some pre-cum already while I barely had my eyes open.

"I missed you. I want you." she said softly, and her continuous motion already had mesmerized me. Her naked body, her breasts so close to me. Usually, when we have sex, we have a lot of foreplay. But this time, I saw a whole different beast in my very own wife. The woman who rather watched Criminal Minds than anything erotic. Here she was, suddenly, the woman I met so many years ago, already crawling over me and her soft intimate lips spreading over my cock. With a fluid motion she slid over me till her crotch hit mine, her very wetness making the movement extremely slippery.

Now, I don't know how many of you have a not such a desirable sex life at home. But you might
know the feeling of when that happens, also not to put too much effort in it anymore. Sex will become the basic movements and 'Oh!' (You) and 'Oh! (Her, sadly enough sometimes optional) and done. With us it is mostly the same, although the 'Oh!' (Her) I try to squeeze into it when possible. But you never really go outside of the box.
But I was tired, not completely awake, and we became dirty again. She grinded herself on me, thrusting my cock hitting her womb. It was pure fucking, not in a negative way. In an extremely good way. It was the honest porno fuck. Twenty minutes of raw intercourse., and it became better and better with every moment. Especially when I talked to her mentioning her fucking her favorite tv star. 'You want Jim Caviezel to fuck you, no?' I said. She always try to stay in control, but when I mentioned that I was him (Yeah, right!, I wish!) and how it was to have his cock bare inside of her, she moaned, mentioning she needed him inside of her. The thought for her got into her mind, and I noticed it in her temperature and behavior.
'Do you want him to cum inside of you?'
'Hmmmm... yeah!'
'Do you want him to shoot his sperm inside your tight pussy?'
'I want it!'
'Do you want him to knock you up?'
And this role game came to an explosive end for both of us, at the same time, when she told me strongly; 'Yessss, Fuck me pregnant! Fuck Me! Cum!'
And I felt myself explode, shooting my ropes of come deep inside of her. Feeling our juices together mix and covering us both.

She told me she actually felt a bit ashamed of it, the day after. I mentioned I liked it a lot, and that I am not a jealous type in that way.

Of course, we haven't had sex since. But that was to be expected. But sometimes, there are these little moments, that just make things feel better.... seem I don't always have to be with another woman. This time, I have been good!

Young, Old and Everything In-Between

Actually, my whole entire sexual life I have had mostly women who were older than I was. The very first older woman was actually 25 years older, and she still is one of the best lovers I have ever had. It is the classic tale of a mother in a broken marriage, and I who had been good friends for a long time. She was a lawyer, and because of my knowledge of computers and IT, I handled some computer work in her office.


It might not be everyone's thing, but
I think mature women are stunning!

After a year, helping her out one time, she kissed me while leaving, and then pulled me back into her house, into her bedroom, and gave me my first blowjob. As I mentioned before, I was not early into the world of sex, and she knew my ideology about sex, so she mentioned also that it would not go beyond a blowjob. And it went all the way with that, even when I told her I was about to come, she kept sucking me, letting me ejaculate in her mouth, and swallowing it.

I lost my virginity two weeks later to my Scandinavian girlfriend. And when we broke up, I again spend more time with this older woman. And from that moment on, it did not end with just blowjobs. Over the years we met regularly, having incredible sex, masturbating together, and her showing me how she could ejaculate - a mental image that will never leave me!

But I have had more older women. Some ranging to a 20 years older till my age. And they were all married or divorced women, looking for more pleasure at that time. And I found out that having sex this way was not only an 'easy' way to have sex, in my opinion older women knew much better what they wanted with sex, and what they were good at.



But such a young woman is also so incredibly
sexy... I have to experience that once.

I actually never had sex with a younger girl. Even up till now, the only younger woman I have had sex with is my wife, and she is just one year younger. And believe me, I would love to try that once, having sex with a beautiful younger girl, in her twenties, still exploring her sexuality. My only problem is that now that my idea is that older women can be so good in bed, that I fear maybe a younger girl might not be. Stupid of course, but still.

And also because every woman is different, it maybe has nothing to do with age. But, I hope to be one to find out myself one day...

A Delicious Meeting (A Cheater's Confession)

Well, I can't write a blog about cheating, without actually going into a couple of the adventures once in a while. And I have been on the different sides of the cheating; the one cheating, the one cheated upon, and the one cheated with. So, let me start out with a short one. This actually was one of the times that I met simply for the sex.

I met Jasmine online just 4 hours before I actually met her. And when I actually met her, we were in bed together within 5 minutes, and she had me in herself. The reason why I met her was simply because I was absolutely not thinking clearly, and posted a very direct posting online; the lack of sex for months and months, made me long so much for sexual attention, that I decided to post on Craigslist that I was simply looking for a hand job. Not even anything else, I just wanted so badly to feel a warm hand taking me and just releasing me.

Now, what is wrong with this picture? Ehm, Craisgslist. Even though it has gotten me into many very good situations, it is a wonder that I haven't had any negative experiences with it. So, when Jasmine responded not even half an hour after posting. She would not mind meeting me, but I had to come to her apartment. And with the message she sent me a photo of a pretty, early-twenty something black girl who lived not even ten minutes from my work. So, yes, to make sure there was no con, we decided to make a short phone-call before actually meeting. And on the other side of the phone she picked up, in a low voice that I actually started to worry if this might not be a guy who simply sounded a bit girlish.




Ah, those soft hands!

But hey, a horny man is not always on his most intelligent behavior, and I went over there, got to her apartment, and knocked. And every bit inside of me mentioned that I should maybe not do it, but, before I could think about anything, the door opened, and she was there, inviting me into a very empty apartment. The first thing I noticed was that she was taller than I was, and I am a good 6'3" But she was very pretty indeed. After a really weird quick introduction, she immediately invited me into the bedroom to lay down on the bed, and take my pants of. She set next to me, placed her hand on my immediately growing penis. Her soft hands did magic on me, while she did not even really seemed to put much afterthought in it. She held me between her fingers, looked at me while she slowly moved my skin up and down slowly. Then she looked at me, and said that it actually turned her on doing this. We both said nothing until just a few moments later, she looked at me again, while I had difficulties to pay attention while enjoying her incredible movements of her hand. "Can I fuck you?"

 

Now, this was really what I could not believe. Posting I would desperately love to receive a hand-job again, and this wonderful black lady mentions then she wants to fuck with me. And what was I to say? I could not say anything, but mumbled something that must have been approval of some sort or the other. She stood up, let her single-piece dress fall of her body, stepped out of her panties, and crawled towards me onto the bed. Her kisses were absolutely to die for, and without hesitation I felt her hand again on me, pointing me straight up, and the tips of her warm lips touched the head of my cock. Then, in one quick movement, she pushed her pussy over my cock, pressing her buttocks against my pelvis. And she had not been lying that it had turned her on. There was hardly the feeling of any resistance of the amounts of liquids that she was producing that acted as the best lubricant. Her rhythmic movements of her body were smooth, and delicious. Her breasts playing with my face. Feeling myself deeply inside of her made me crazy, and holding her head between my hands, we kissed deeply while our bodies never stopped their intimate dance.

Every time that I wanted her to change a position, she pressed me back into bed, while shy sat up straight and rode me the most perfect way. Her movements became teasing, and she looked at me when she felt that my cock started to make the familiar pulsating movements. Without any hurry to avoid me ejaculating inside of her, she got my cock at the root while I felt my sperm being launched, and it her pussy just as she stepped off me. She immediately looked at my semen-shooting cock , and studied it while I was still oozing. This attention was so incredible. She really enjoyed doing this, as had I. While laying there for a moment, she looked at me again and only mentioned that she would love to have that happening again soon. And that was it. I got dressed, she kissed me at the door, and I left. Awkward, but absolutely intense.

And yes, we did meet one other time, which was mostly the same intense encounter.  It might in many ways be not the smartest thing to do, but it was one of my most intense encounters. Even if it meant going in for another STD-check, Jasmine was absolutely amazing. Sure, the guild hit me a bit later, since I am not the guy for sex-only encounters. I like to know the person I am with, making it very special. But I have to admit, Jasmine was the only exception.