She met me at the door wearing a thigh length teddy/robe. We went straight to the bedroom. For about 10 minutes we chit chatted. A little awkward at first. Then she said "Well, I'm mostly undressed, and you are mostly dressed". I stood up and quickly got naked. "That's better" she said. I ran my hand along her thigh. No underwear. Not even a thong. I didn't waste time. I ran my hand inside her teddy to her nipple. As my hand rose, I pulled the hem of her teddy with it. I lowered my mouth to her nipple; teasing and sucking for a few seconds. Her teddy made it difficult to play much more than that. She sat up and took it off. I went back to teasing her nipples. I let my tongue trace down to her belly. Then down to her pussy. I started slowly. Teasing her lips. Brushing her clit with my tongue. Occasionally dipping my tongue inside her pussy. I worked my tongue slowly and deliberately at first, then faster. She began pressing herself up to my mouth. My tongue found her clit. I teased and sucked and worked my tongue harder and harder. She arched her back and thrust her hips upwards as she began to shake. I rode out her orgasm and as she started to push my head away I lifted my tongue away and started kissing the insides of her thighs. As she settled down I very gingerly ran my tongue around her pussy. My cock was throbbing at this point. I eased my cock in. She was still very sensitive from her orgasm. I went slow. Almost pulling out. She started moaning. I went faster eventually pounding away. She said "This is perfect". It didn't take me long at all for me to explode.

We layed in the dark chatting for some time. She said "You told me you had a fantasy about toys?". It wasn't so much a fantasy as much as lack of experience. She said "Well, there's something on the dresser". I examined the toy for a few minutes. Feeling very awkward I asked "Well, what should I do?" She shrugged her shoulders and said "Whatever you like?" We laughed for a minute while I lubed it up. There was a hilarious story on the internet about a guys first time with "Butt Sex". Evidently, he shot an entire bottle of astroglide in this poor girls ass with disastrous results. I couldn't get this story out of my head as I lubed this thing up. She knew the story as well and couldn't help laughing. Finally I got myself under control and started it up. Having no idea what speed to set it on or anything I started it at a low speed. She layed back and let me play. As it first touched her pussy she jumped. Perhaps I should've started somewhere less.... sensitive. Her thigh maybe. Chock it up to a learning experience. I asked if it was good. She said it was fine. I started moving it around a bit. Teasing the lips of her pussy much like I would if I were using my tongue. When I moved it over her clit she moaned. I started moving it up and down along the length of her slit letting it linger on her clit longer and longer. She started biting her lips. I moved it faster on her clit. I don't even know if I needed to move it at all. She started thrusting her hips and shaking as she came finally knocking my hand away.

I let her rest for a few minutes. We talked a little more all the while my head rested on her thigh. I asked her if she wanted to play some more. She said "It's up to you". I grabbed the lube and l started it again. I set it a little too high and as I touched her pussy she almost jumped off the bed (being slow this lesson didn't click from the first time). We laughed hysterically at this. Finally I controlled myself... again. I handed it over to her to set the speed. I went through the same routine, teasing etc. This time I started to slip it in her pussy. I was really hesitant. I've never stuck anything inside anyone that wasn't part of me. This thing wasn't grotesquely large or anything like that. But it was obviously larger than anything I had. She looked down at me and say "Well?". I told her I was afraid of going too fast or hurting her. She said "Just go for it". So I slid it all the way inside her and worked it in and out slowly. It didn't really seem to do much for her. I asked "Is this ok?". She answered "Eh... it's alright". Not needing much more input than that I slid it back out and started running the tip up to her clit again. Almost immediately she started to moan. I played with the vibe and her clit until she was almost ready to cum. Then I stopped. She said "That... is... so... MEAN!" I had her roll over and pulled her up to her knees. I moved around behind her and slid my cock in. I handed her the vibe and started to slide my cock in and out. She placed the vibe on her clit as I started fucking her in earnest. After a few minutes she threw the vibe aside. We fucked hard. Finally I rolled her over and continued to fuck hard. She said "I'm cumming and started shaking". As she came I thrust hard and held on. As her orgasm subsided, I started moving again. She was soaked at this point. I tried to go slow and ease back into another orgasm. But mine crept up on me and I came hard. I knew she hadn't cum again and tried to keep going but needed a break. As I flopped on my side completely exhausted, I noticed the time. Sadly, I had to call it a night.

She said she had time for a few more weeks to play. Unfortunately, I've been completely swamped with work and haven't had time to even think about it. I hope we will.

And with that ladies and gentlemen. I bid you farewell. I realized I've been posting less and less and as I dug deep for the cause I realized this has been a great experience but my heart isn't in it any more. A lot of things have changed for me since I began and blogging is less and less of a priority. Maybe the holes in my life I had when I started this are filled. I dunno. I don't feel compelled to share my life now as I once did.

I am grateful for the people I've met online. I am grateful for the respect readers have had. I am grateful for the avenue of release. I'll still be popping in to read the bloggers on my blog roll and use my accounts. Feel free to drop me a line.

Ugh.... I worked about 36 hours Sat and Sun. I put a new system into production that went relatively well. We had a few hiccups in the beginning but things smoothed out eventually. I'm waiting for trouble today.

Recently, several blogs I read have had issues with readers turning nasty. It has caused consternation amongst some and a few have flat out closed down the blog.

I have yet to get any hate mail or hate comments. But I'll reiterate my stance on this blog and it's contents. I write here for ME and me only. I am flattered that so many people find it interesting enough to visit on a daily basis. I hope you will continue to do so. While I can't say I've never altered what I have written because there is an audience, I try to write what's on my mind and spew it out unedited. The few times I caught myself editing a post I either fessed up to it or didn't realize I was doing it at all. If you don't like what you read here, it's not going to cause even a tiny bit of sorrow on my part. Thank you for being respectful and feel free to move on to blogs that suit your tastes better.

If you can't be respectful and feel you must spew forth your all knowing and ever wise hate filled messages know that they will be sent to /dev/null quicker than you can type / d e v / n u l l.

To my fellow bloggers who have suffered and fallen as result, I wish you the best and hope you return some day.

Lot of work. Lot of play. No time for blog. I should be back to it later this week or next. Sorry.

Pluff

If I wasn't a believer before, I am now. I'm 99% sure I could hook up with WB if I wanted to.

Last night at pool was a wild one. We had our first solid win. It's only taken us 9 weeks. But hey a win is a start. WB shot first. She is one of the players who has come so close to winning but hasn't been able to pull one out. She shot ok. The guy she played shot really bad. He pretty much gave her the win. But, persistence counts and being able to capitalize on a mistake is crucial. So what if the mistake was leaving her with a straight in shot on the 8 ball.

After she won, we ordered a round of shots to celebrate. I had to sit and keep score. So I did my shot and buried my head in the score sheet. WB and a few others hung around and chatted. One thing led to another and WB and P started spontaneously singing every Beatie Boy's song at the top of their lungs. Pretty much everyone in the bar was staring, which made it even funnier. At one point WB was standing behind my chair. She started scratching and rubbing my back. Work C walked over (never one to miss out on horning in on some gratuitous physical contact). WB started scratching both of our backs. This progressed to her having her arms around both of us. A couple of times she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer to her so she could rest her head against mine. Eventually she moved to another table and hung out with other people on our team.

I had my chance to shoot late in the evening. For me, it was one of those nights where I could do no wrong. I pounded my opponent pretty good. Considering he kicked the shit out of our best player earlier, I was pretty excited. I walked over and did the high five thing with everyone on the team. When I got to WB, she held onto my hand, turned away and drew me so that my arms were around her neck. With her free hand she kind of reached back and playfully grabbed at me. I thought to myself "Whoa!"

After the last match was finished and we had won our first night we ordered another round of shots. The earlier shots had been split so many ways you almost got a teaspoon of alcohol. This time we did a full shot each. Then WB started shooting games with me. We had a few more beers. Eventually the team wandered away leaving just WB and me. We went up to the bar and ordered another round of beer and talked. The bartender called for last call. We talked some more about work and plans etc. Her hands went to my knee frequently. A commercial for "The Breakfast Club" popped up on the big screen TV behind the bar. My alcohol soaked brain went something like "Breakfast Club.... good movie.... not about breakfast though... man I'm hungry...mmmmmmmmm breeeAAAAKFAASSssstt". I think I said something to that affect. WB said "I have nowhere I need to be". Hmmm... I suggested a 24 hr place. She said sure. We got in our cars and took off. Along the way I noticed WB's car was weaving a bit. I pulled into the parking lot and watched WB whiz right on by. I tried to call her on her cell. No answer. I thought maybe she was confused and was going to the other 24 hr place. So I drove over to that restaurant. No WB. I tried calling her a few more times. Nothing. I know vaguely where she lives. I drove in that direction hoping and praying I wouldn't see her car wrapped around a telephone pole or a cop piling her into the back of his car. No WB. I tried calling one more time. Since I didn't know exactly where she lived and I didn't see any evidence she maimed herself or ended up in the drunk tank, I headed home.

This morning there was a brief frantic search for WB. A few customers had been trying to reach her and couldn't. She called about 30 seconds after the search began. She was OK. I asked where the hell she went. Her reply was "I guess I went home".

Clearly she was pretty wasted. So does this mean if I pressed I could?

It's irrelevant at the moment. There are other more interesting plans in the works. WB would be interesting, but... I go back to the Ferrari vs. a Chevy. WB is definately a Chevy by comparison.

Sigh... I'm such a geek. I was reading the latest entry at Margaritaville and realized the disadvantage to blogging at work. Anyway, here it is. It's not a quiz or anything like that. Just an interesting... experiment.

1. Open the nearest book
2. Turn to page 123
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the next three sentences on your blog
5. Don't go and get a "cool" book. Grab the closest one at hand (God knows I did)

So here's mine. Again, I'm at work. Though I'm not sure had I been at home it would've been any less.... geeky.

"Perl puts as much text as it can into the field, and then chops off the front of the string so that the next time the variable is referenced, more of the text can be printed. (Yes, this means that the variable itself is altered during execution of the write call, and is not preserved. Use a scratch variable if you want to preserve the original value)."

{Hanging head in shame}

I assume you count sentences in parentheses. Ok, any geek out there recognize the text? Anyone? Beuller... Beuller... Guesses? The actual title? The cover?

I can't wait to see what kind of google hits I get now!