Passion - Part I

I want to pay homage to an anonymous admirer. For a quick easy sharpening of both my erotic writing skills and inspiration I go to a group chat room on passion.com. I often ask for an email from a person who wants to chat, showing me his/her writing skills. I must admit it was flattering to get this story after just looking at my pictures.
It was a bit long so I am breaking it up into two parts.

We decided to rendezvous at a motel halfway between us. You agreed to meet me at the motel and I waited for you to arrive. As you knocked and I let you into the room, I admired your piercing eyes and desirable figure. You were much more striking than I had imagined from your profile on Passion.com. Looking into your sexy eyes and seeing your beautiful hair made me feel that this rendezvous wasn’t our first. What was it about you that made me feel we had met before? I thought. But, it wouldn’t come. We arrived at the motel and I opened the door to let you in first. I moved inside and was standing by the table admiring your breasts.
You walked up behind me and touched the inside of my upper thigh. I turned to look at you with puppy eyes. We were overcome with passion and couldn’t help but French kiss. I kissed you hard and pushed my tongue deeply into your mouth. Feeling your tongue in my mouth made me palpate so erotically. We exchanged lots of body fluids--I love deep wet kisses. That's when I reached between your legs. You grabbed my hand and lead me to the sofa.

We sat on the sofa. I sat at one end, as you lounged at the other, one foot on the floor and the other tucked under your knee. I wanted to touch you so badly I ached. Instead, I reached out and took the tucked foot and put it on my lap. Rubbing your ankle, I got gutsy and took your shoe off. I could feel the stress and tension in your foot as I began massaging it. The sock came next. I peeled off the garment and resumed rubbing, all the while studying your toes, gently curving arch, perfectly shaped toenails, and soft skin. Oh my Heavens, even your feet turned me on! Slowly, methodically I soothed away the stress in this foot. You were talking. What were you saying? I have no idea; I was totally engrossed and enamored by the foot in my hands. So I gave you the noncommittal “Uh huh,” as if I were listening.

You lifted your other foot to my lap. Oh, God, I'm in Heaven, both feet at my disposal. I took the other shoe and sock off and let them fall to the floor with the others. I turned to face you, this new foot in my hands. I know the look I gave you was pure passion. To be honored by massaging such masterpieces was beyond anything I have ever encountered. Your feet were so perfect! With my fingers on the top of your foot, and my thumbs on the underside, I gently massaged the stress away from the ball of your foot and between your toes. Studying and concentrating on the silky smoothness of your skin, my eyes followed my hands as they moved up to your ankle and began rubbing around it, I rubbed your Achilles tendon, then slowly moved up to your calf. One hand in front of the other, palm open, I rubbed the muscle with my fingers, as my thumbs rubbed the sides of your calf. Your skin was wonderfully erotic and so smooth!










You began to relax under my fingers and a soft sigh escaped your lips. My hands reached up to your thigh, thumbs pressing into the muscle, as my fingers gently pulled and rubbed the muscle. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt the heat emitting from the center of your body. My hands moved from one leg to the other, repeating the same movements as before, and slid them down your thigh, over your knee, stopping to concentrate on your calf, then down to your ankle. I raised myself to my knees as I began moving my hands back upward on the inside of your legs. I looked into your eyes for a sign that you wanted me to continue. What I saw almost startled me. Your eyes were dark with passion, and your breathing was labored.
It was as if you were begging me to continue. “Please don't stop Johnny,” was all you said.

I slid my hands over the top of your upper thigh and over your groin to your hips and continued upward, over the fabric, then over your shirt. My body hovered over yours. I looked into your eyes, and then allowed my eyes to roam over your face, stopping at the sight of your soft and inviting lips. I leaned down to kiss you. Oh how wonderful...what a kiss. The moment our lips touched, the fire raged out of control. Our tongues entwined, as if they were wrestling. I sucked your tongue into my mouth, feeling its texture with my own. I became intoxicated with the taste of you. My hands found the soft mounds of your magnificent breasts and began caressing them through your blouse. Now you would learn that I’m no boy scout.

I released your tongue from my mouth, kissed your lips, and began kissing and gently sucking on your chin, working my mouth down your neck. You raised your head to expose more of your neck to my hungry mouth. Finding the buttons on your blouse, I began unbuttoning them. When my fingers released the last button, I sat upright as my hands exposed the beauty before me. I drew a ragged breath, and my hands cupped the rising beauties before me.



I put both hands around the left breast, leaving the nipple uncovered as my head dipped toward it. As my mouth was about to devour this luscious morsel, my tongue stretched out to meet your nipple. Barely touching, my tongue traced tiny circles around the large aureole, and moving in the same circular pattern, moved to the tip. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked your breast into my mouth, creating a vacuum with my mouth, and teased your nipple with my tongue. Your moans of delight exciting me even more. My left hand moved to cup your other breast and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. As I sucked your breast, your hands moved to the back of my head, rubbing my hair and pressing me into you. Your moans became more intense. I sucked you deep inside my mouth, until your nipple rested at the back of my throat. And in doing so, my tongue caressed the underside wanting more. The nipple between my fingers was rock hard... almost begging for the same treatment.

Slowly, I released the pressure on the left breast and pulled my mouth off, only to move to your right side and repeat the process. As I sucked your breast into my mouth, your moans became louder and you arched your back in obvious pleasure. My hands moved down your sides to the top of your pants, and around to the front, unbuttoning your fly. With your breast still in my mouth, my hands moved to your waistband and began gently tugging downwards. You raised two hips to accomplish this feat. As the pants moved down to your knees, I brought my foot up to assist in their continued descent. My hands caressed your now naked hips and around to your buttocks, squeezing and kneading them under my hands and lifting you up to me.

Sounds like fun has just begun…

Cyber-The Experience

When I finished my last story, The Unlocked Door , I wanted to write about cybersex in an informative way.

Cybersex is defined as:
A virtual sex encounter in which two or more persons connected remotely via a computer network send one another sexually explicit messages describing a sexual experience. It is a form of role-playing in which the participants pretend they are having actual sexual relations. In one iteration, this fantasy sex is accomplished by the participants describing their actions and responding to their chat partners in a mostly written form designed to stimulate their own sexual feelings and fantasies.

"Pretty self-explanatory and dry wouldn’t you say?"

Additionally:
The quality of a cybersex encounter typically depends upon the participants' abilities to evoke a vivid, visceral mental picture in the minds of their partners. Imagination and suspension of disbelief are also critically important.

"This is what helps me practice my writing and gives more insight into what people’s fantasies consist of, it’s a wonderful buffet!"

There are always two sides to a story:
Advantages to ‘cybering’ include:
Cybersex can satisfy some sexual desires without the risk of sexually transmitted disease or pregnancy, it is a physically safe way for young people to experiment with sexual thoughts and emotions. Additionally, people with long-term ailments (including HIV) can engage in cybersex as a way to safely achieve sexual gratification without putting their partners at risk.
Cybersex allows "real-life" partners who are physically separated to continue to be sexually intimate. It can function to sustain the sexual dimension of a relationship in which the partners see each other only infrequently face to face.
Cybersex has also been used in therapy to help those who are too shy or are unsure of how to (re)enter the dating and sexual scene. For example, some therapists have clients practice flirting skills and rehearse how to ask for what they want sexually in chat rooms.

Disadvantages to ‘cybering’ include:
While it does not involve physical contact, critics claim that the powerful emotions involved can cause marital stress, especially when cybersex culminates in an Internet romance. In several known cases Internet adultery became the grounds for which a couple divorced. Therapists report a growing number of patients addicted to this activity[, a form of both Internet addiction and sexual addiction, with the standard problems associated with addictive behavior.

I started ‘cybering’ more than 10 years ago (I got my first computer in 1995). I’ve been smart enough to not get into any trouble with it. I have met a couple of men via my cybering, including two relationships that lasted over 2 years. As I moved onto blogging about 4 years ago I included it as part of writing repertoire. I’m very interested in hearing from my readers about any experiences that you want to share or any opinions you have, positive or negative, about the whole idea. I’m absolutely fascinated by the whole phenomena.

If you’d like to read more of my stories inspired by cybersex see the links below.

• Sex News Sunday #8
• CJ’s Thoughts on Fidelity
• Tell Me
• Objectification and Feminism
• A Quick Bite to Eat
• Cyber Foreplay

There is much more, be sure to use the search blog feature and type in cybersex

Off To A Good Start

I hope that everyone enjoyed ringing in the New Year.
I thought I would let everyone know that I'm hard at work on my stories. Take a look at my desktop today. It's my writing editor (Scrivener), my dictionary/thesarus, and notes.

So This Is Christmas

From the welcoming household of CJ and Debbie we wish you all Happy Holidays, no matter which holiday it is you celebrate. In our household it's closer the the pagan holiday Yule.

Another report is that I will return to my blog after the first week of the new year (CJ's birthday is right after New Year's)
The new year may bring a few more posts with more opinions than before. I'm also going to install a suggestion box on the sidebar. Please use it.
We are all going to get back to having some fun around here. The more the merrier. Send along suggestions, fantasies about Debbie doing you, and those wonderful CBW's. In fact, a note to any of my readers that sent along CBW's before I shut down in the middle of November. Please resend your pics. I was in a cynical mood about my inspiration, or lack thereof, and deleted all your beautiful cocks. Please replenish me guys.

An Overdue Update

Greetings to my wonderful readers. I have had family visiting for several days and I haven't been feeling well lately. I am also dealing with getting ready for an audit at work, usually not getting home until after 7:00pm most evenings. This means I haven't been able to write much, but it doesn't mean that I haven't been getting ideas. I have several notes for more stories when I have more time and less stress.
I want to give you an idea of a feature want to start. I hope that people like the idea enough that I'll keep doing it. I would like to start a feature called "Debbie Does You". I'd like to have my readers tell me about a fantasy they have that hasn't been fulfilled yet. I'll take that fantasy and turn it into a story.
There's more details to it all that I'm not going to go into yet. Starting thinking about sharing them with me.
More to come when I feel more like myself again.

At Least I'm Here

Yes, at least I'm here. My problem is that my muse seems to have gone on summer vacation.

I have approximately 15 stories that are outlined or I have notes on that I can't seem to finish.
I haven't been chatting/cybering in at least two or three weeks. I'm not expressing myself in the bedroom as much as I'd like to. I just don't seem to have the time to have the creativity and I hate it! What I think is even worse is that I have a readership I enjoy writing for and hearing comments from and I'm letting them down. I also don't like that too much of the 'normal', regular, everyday things are getting in the way of the one thing that makes me a little different.

If anyone sees my muse before I find him will you send him back here...thanks.

My News

I've waited a few days to share this good news. The Fellatrix has invited me to become one of her Fellatrices. I was extremely honored, and after being assured that my writing was good enough for her site, I whole-heartedly accepted.
My blow job stories will posted on her site every Sunday. My first post will appear on May 18th.
I will cross post here on Mondays because I've come up with a new idea for a regular subject for Sundays - Sex News Sunday. I subscribe to different sites and Google Alerts to keep up on the current events about sex. It's amazing the different studies, information, self-help, and tips that are out there. I'm not talking about gossip or pornography. I mean news. I really am always keeping the description of my blog in mind:
Some of the random dirty little thoughts that may run through my head on any given day. Fantasy, reality, current events, let's talk dirty. Remember the brain is the largest sex organ.

I think Sex News Sunday could provoke some interesting comments and discussions.
Let me know what you think.

An Outline

Sure, it happens every so often. We've all read the excuses that bloggers write about their lack of recent writing.
I make no apologies or excuses. There are other things going on in my life other than my blog.

Here's some things that have happened over the past couple of weeks to me.

• I've starting working out at Curves.
• CJ almost made me late for work by waking me up with a hard-on.
• I had a make over done with my boss.
• Been to the company picnic to serve food and volleyballs.
• Been to a brunch to thank the team I work on for all their hard work.
• Got a phone call on the way to that brunch because the kid was in an accident in the New York subway, falling between the platform and the doors of the train. We're just thankful it wasn't worse.
• Got a new car for CJ, a Cadillac Catera.
• Planned the annual trip to AC with mom for next week.
• Went to a great concert/laser show by Several Species, a Pink Floyd tribute band.
• Had some great seminar in trauma training.
• Have been re-certified in CPR.
• Have been just plain weary and spent lately, but I am still working on re-charging, between CJ and my workouts I think it's working.
• Haven't written much in the blog or to the people I owe e-mails.

No worries the cheating story will continue. I know what I want to write, I just haven't put it to paper yet.

Injured

Just an FYI for my readers: Thursday night I managed to do a good job of slicing the middle finger on my right hand open. CJ dressed the wound, but it is still extremely painful and doesn't seem to want to stop bleeding completely.
Needless to say, my ability to type has been degraded.
More stories will follow soon, perhaps after seeing the doctor tomorrow.
For now all I can do is heal and laugh at the whole mess.

Learning To Write, Again

Recently I have gotten very involved with a cybersex chat room.
When I first got onto the internet in the mid '90's I was fascinated by this form of mutual masturbation.
Now my involvement isn't only for my pleasure or satisfaction, but also because it helps me in the role as sexblogger.
When I cyber I like the man, or woman, to be able to keep up with me, I need things to move along because inevitably things are escalating.

The other night one man was watching my cyber antics with one of new "regulars". He actually asked me if I was a 'bot'. When I asked why he would say that he said that my responses were so quick. The virtual lover I was with defended my honor by explaining what a quick wit I had to our audience.

It hit me then that the cyber sessions I have now actually keep me sharpened in regards to my writing skills. Of course it has a wonderful bonus of orgasm.
But seriously folks when I write a story, whether it's truth or fiction for this site, I have plenty of time to write it, edit, rewrite, until it says things just the way I want it. When I cyber the pace is quicker the need is more urgent. I have to quickly think of new ways to say the same old things and I find a lot of fun in that.
Yeah, I guess now I have a new fetish, semantics.
It's probably just a phase or stage I'm going through now, but I think several of my upcoming stories will be based on experiences and learning in my new favorite chat room.
As always, I hope my readers will let me know their thoughts on all of it.