Thoughts

Guy Friends

Guy friend #1: Oh, c’mon. What’s more important, going to see some woman or staying here and getting drunk with your friends?

Me: I’m sure you’ll have fun without me.

I know they really want me to come along because I’m the only single guy in the group. They like to watch me talk to women, flirt with them and live vicariously through me.

Guy friend #2: Well just go over there, bang her, then join us afterwards.

I’m guessing they’d freak out if I told them that she was the one who banged me.

Me: I usually spend the night.

Guy friend #3: She better make you breakfast in the morning.

Me: Actually, usually make her breakfast.

Guy friend #1: She better give you a blowjob in exchange for breakfast.

I’m wondering how it is these guys are in relationships.

Me: Oh I’m sure she’ll have something fun in mind.

Guy Friend #2: You’re pussy whipped.

Me: Oh and if I back out on her to join you, would that make me dick whipped? I’ll take pussy whipped any day.

If they had any idea what would be happening when I saw her, they’d probably shit themselves.

Most of my vanilla female friends know about my “interests”. One in fact referred to my interest in kink as my “unspeakable acts”. Hence the name that I’m now regretting. I have no vanilla guy friends that I can feel comfortable enough with to tell them about myself. Some I’ve known for more than ten years and yet they have no clue.

Maybe that’s why I have more female friends than male. Sure some of my female friends are former friends-with-benefits but I’ve always been able to stay friends afterwards. I prefer the company of women over men in my platonic relationships as well. I’ve never known why.

Maybe because they’re more accepting.

Maybe because they look and smell better.

Strap-On Broadway

I’m not much for plays. Maybe I’m too much of a country rube to enjoy them but unless a friend is performing in the play I really don’t enjoy them.

I saw “August: Osage County” this past year. It won the Tony for best play of 2008. After seeing it I think that means the rest of the plays in 2008 must have been pretty damn shitty.

There is one play this weekend that I may reconsider my personal ban on all things theatrical. It’s a play about strap-ons.

“Peg-Ass-Us” will be playing this weekend and this weekend only (or so it seems) at The Brick Theater in Brooklyn. Tickets and more information here.

The show is described: “A tale of boy-meets-girl, but the whole involves much more than the sum of their parts! In a no-holes-barred sexploration of pegging, these lovers sing, dance and tease along the delicious line between fetish/preference, queer/straight, wrong and oh-so right…

And:

“A charming duo, set out to spread the word about the pleasures of prostate stimulation and strap-on sex. They start with the facts, but once in the deep end their personal differences play tug-of-war with the lesson plan, pulling sex from silly to serious, between kink and dignity, and wrangling over issues of gender, sexual identity and personal desires. Armed with original songs, dance, puppetry, drag, physical comedy and audience participation, the two lovers turn their bedroom and hearts inside out for the world to see. And take off their clothes.”

I’m really debating on going. I can’t make the Friday show but the Sunday show may be possible if I were to skip out on another kink event. Hell maybe I’ll just wait outside the theater to take the names of the women coming out.

Yeah, that wouldn’t be creepy at all.

Waiting

Why is the clock moving so damn slow?

Only a few hours and I’ll be submitting to her again.

I don’t know what she has in mind, I never do.

At this point I don’t care as long as she does it. Tie me up, beat me, tease me, fuck me.

There’s a good chance she’ll do all of it, leading up to it I’m craving all of it. When I’m actually with her I’m just a passenger and I’m more than happy to go wherever she wants to go.

I’m always craving things, aching for them beforehand but when the time comes I’m just happy to be there in whatever position she wants me in.

Will she be whispering to me to fuck her harder or will she be whispering to me asking how much I like getting fucked hard by her?

There will be a moment when she lets me release and shortly after moments later she may want me to again.

Will she want to watch? She has a way of making me feel objectified when she’s watching me.

The taste of her skin, her hands on my head while my head is between her legs.

There will be cuddling and in the morning I’ll make breakfast.

I can’t wait.

Why is the clock moving so damn slow?

Sexiest IPhone Apps

For those of you with an Iphone or if you’ve been thinking of buying one, I’ve compiled a list of the best Iphone Applications to help you find someone to play/fuck with. There are thousands of apps to choose from. How do you know what programs are the best for finding that special, or not so special, someone?

Here’s a list of a few that I’ve found to be helpful:

Using Craigsearch, you can browse through those casual encounters ads while on the go.

Look ladies, one guy is promising that your ass will thank him:

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The Hot or Not application allows you to search by tag. Here’s a submissive woman who’s into slapping AND dry humor.

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Whoshere, allows you to search people in your area using the built-in GPS. It also allows you to search by interest. You can see I’ve filled in my information to be as detailed as possible.

This app is a little buggy though, I haven’t received a single email.

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The SimCity app is more subtle. If a woman see you playing this on the subway she’ll think to herself, “Wow, if he can manage a city filled with simulated people, imagine the orgasms he’ll manage to give me!”

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If you do end up meeting someone, better use the Cylon Detector app, just to make sure they’re actually human. Unless of course you’re into fucking Cylons. I’ll admit I’m curious.

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There’s even one app that displays the FBI’s most wanted list in detail.

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You know…..for those of you who are attracted to assholes.

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Is She In New York??

While listening to the Savage Love podcast, I heard a woman complaining about the kink scene in her city.   She complained that most of the men were older, she didn’t find them attractive and the submissive men she tries to meet online don’t show up.

This is a common complaint for people I know here in New York, makes me wonder if she’s here or if this is a universal issue.

Click the link below to listen:

Savage Love

This brings up a good question:   Why aren’t there more younger people at kink events and BDSM clubs?

My first night in New York, I went to paddles and was surprised that I was by far the youngest person there and I was 29 at the time.

Why does the age seem to skew older?

Is there something that clicks inside someone’s mind when they reach a certain age where there willing to take a chance and explore?

The other thing she brings up in the call is how she gets stood-up by submissive guys she tries to meet online.   Speaking as someone who once drove more than 24 hours to meet a woman in hopes she’d want to play/fuck him, I can’t really understand this.   I think most of the guys are overcome by their fear and that makes them flake out in the last minute.    I can understand that fear.   Myabe the voice screaming from my cock is louder than the voice in my brain screaming in fear and that makes me show up anyway.

It should NOT be this hard for a woman to find what she needs.