Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Random Notes...

Just a few notes to play catch-up with the blog.  My morning routine has been blown out of whack for the last month because my daughter and her family have been staying with us between military moves.  We love having them here, but tonight will be the last night.  During the stay, I've been out of my office, my normal morning e-mail check and blog location, just to avoid making any noise on that side of the house.  Instead, I've retreated to the mancave and an old laptop.

Last night my wife and I slipped out to our local pub to have a beer and grab some pizzas to bring home for dinner.  There was a new bartender in their, a college girl I suspect.  Tall and slender with big boobs spilling out of her bra.  She was wearing glasses and looked like she could easily be the librarian in a porn flick I might watch.  What I liked best was that her shirt was just short enough that when she moved, it revealed her tummy.  I can't explain my turn-ons, but there is just something about seeing a glimpse of mid-section when it is intended to be covered.  I mean, I could go on Instagram and see a million pics of ladies with bikinis where the mid section is reveled, but I see the accidental glimpse of a tummy just as much a turn on as cleavage that pushes out further than the owner intended.  Ditto for that tramp stamp my co-worker doesn't want anyone to know she has.

Anyway, as we sipped our beers and my wife grilled me about an e-mail conversation JD and I had earlier that day, I would casually observe that bartender walk from patron to patron and it occurred to me, why don't I just go to a strip club and look at all the single mommy dancers my boner desires?  I mean, I support sex workers in whatever form they take, as long as they are doing this work of their own free will, and are safe.  So why shouldn't I support strippers at a club?  I have a colleague who asks me about once a month when I'm going to go with him to one of the local places for lunch.  $4.95 for a steak and a beer and titties!  I don't know.  Maybe it has to do with my turn on being that I desire women in their natural habitat.  The office, the grocery store, the mall.

Back to the conversation about JD.  He had asked about a party we had that he was not able to attend, but his wife came by.  He wanted to know if anything (anything?) happened.  It was all good.  She is a nice lady and my wife likes her.  I told JD that she came, ate, chatted with some folks and then left after about an hour.  No weird looks, no awkward questions.

After that was clear, we chatted about potential adventures for our little threesome fun.  Talk about hotel action, pictures, etc.  You know, the usual stuff we do.  Well as I took occasional glances at the bartender, my wife waited for me to recap pretty much the entire conversation with JD and only then did she pull out her phone and show me that he had sent her a recap of what he and I e-mailed about.   I know, that may sound shitty, but in fact it turned out that she was happy that I revealed pretty much everything that he and I talked about.  The truth is, this time around in our "open" arrangement with JD, she has been very forthcoming with what they talk about.  I really don't think there have been any meetings or such that she has not told me about.  This open line of communication has made this arrangement very beneficial for both of us.

Of course, it is still me who is the deceptive jerk.  My wife doesn't know about this blog and she certainly doesn't know of the many different people I e-mail.  And frankly, this private journal works just fine for me.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Co-Worker Naughtiness...

I've had three interesting things pop-up at work recently that kind of relieve the stress of busy days and a lot of work.

First, The Intern.  She is the married late thirties Latina who I opened up to following a long conversation about work related things.  Sex seems to always work its way into conversations I have at work.  Anyway, we went to lunch together and mutually decided that we were both comfortable with the personal level of conversations we've had and that neither of us was looking to bang the other, but it was fun and okay to talk about sex.  Then she promptly told me about several super-naughty things she had done in the past.  Tame stuff, in my mind.

Next was the lady I've written about before who handles some of the security for the office.  We've flirted before and I've whipped out my dick a few times which was received with giggles but we haven't done a whole lot of flirting in a while.

Last week I was in her office and after some discussion about various work related things, I casually asked her to show me her panties.  She didn't even hesitate, lifted her skirt and showed them. She laughed and said I was a nut.  

Yesterday, we had just finished a long work related conversation and as I was about to leave I asked what color her panties were.  She said, "Lime green, I think." then lifted her skirt and showed me.

I told her that it looks like she is shaved.  She told she keeps it pretty trimmed.  I asked to see how trimmed she keeps it so she lifted her skirt again to show her lime green panties, then lifted up one side of them to show me her pussy.  It wasn't completely shaved which is nice, and it was clear from my brief viewing that she has some good sized labia which is a turn on.  The entire flash lasted a few seconds.

And just for anyone who thinks my Bi (more Gay than Bi) tendencies have faded, there was this little tidbit:  Co-worker H grabbed the door behind me when I walked into his office to talk and he shut and locked it.  Right away, this little maneuver is code for the need for dick!  He grabbed me in the crotch and said he needed my dick. I quickly unzipped and even though I was feeling the affects of shrinkage, he began to suck and kiss and nibble and fondle, and I was hard within a few seconds.  This lasted for close to a minute before he released my cock and stood up to unzip his slacks.

His dick is thick and never shows signs of shrinkage like mine tends to do.  I took him in my mouth and inhaled the scent of his morning shower and whatever bodywash he uses.  I love performing oral, the texture of the skin, running my tongue up and down the shaft, the unmistakable taste of pre-cum. I was telling someone that I think most Bi guys prefer sucking over being sucked.  But we were at work in the front office where people tend to come and go.  I took him less than a minute then offered him my dick again so he could have one last taste before we both had to zip up and get back to work.

I know things like this must happen everywhere.  I can't be the only person, am I?

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Okay. I'm ready to talk.

If I only had the time.  If it sounds choppy or seems to change gears, it's because it will probably take me a few sittings and days to write this.

I posted one of my standard introspective posts where in the first part, I talked about how I was going back and looking to my past just trying to sort things out.  Were there some hidden, blocked out memories that made me the type of sexual person I am?  I still don't know the answer to that but frankly, I doubt it.

In the second part of the post, after just explaining how I recognized that I had some issues with not only filtering myself - those honest thoughts in my head that are suddenly verbalized to people I shouldn't verbalize them to - I explained that, whoops, I did it again.  I wrote about a conversation with the lady I call, The Intern.  If you missed that post, it isn't important.

I've had a lot of you who work in the professional white collar world caution me, either in comments or via private e-mails, telling me I'm going to be in a world of hurt when some colleague comes back to claim I've harassed them in some way.  I appreciate the concern.  I really do. And it is good advice.

What I got this time was an e-mail from the guy I refer to as The Internet Therapist.  He and I had been e-mailing back and forth for a week about several topics and frankly, it started to go south.  When he read that last post and the flip in the middle of it where after all the self-reflecting and such, only to let my dick do the talking in a potentially controlling and manipulative way, he said he was done with me.  He couldn't continue to read the blog and he really hoped that I would seek some professional help.  I'm not going to lie.  That coming from a person I don't really know but deeply respect was extremely painful.  Painful and embarrassing.

There are so many aspects of my life that I have lived, hidden from public view, known by a lot of strangers but by very few actual in-person acquaintances.  I've made peace with what will happen when I am the object of my very much unwanted fifteen minutes of fame or infamy.  My decision is not to deny it, not to hide from it, and to own it.  But that choice doesn't mean it will be easy when it happens, and I certainly won't go looking for it.  I tell you this because in spite of that crushing feeling I felt last month or whenever it was, I think for me, I get more from writing about these aspects of my hidden life, than I do simply keeping it all in.  And that is why, with encouragement from many of you, I'm trying this again.

I've downloaded a handful of different podcasts featuring Dr. David J. Ley as the guest.  He is the sexologist who wrote the book, Insatiable Wives and a few other books that I've found interesting.  What I've learned is that, I'm not abnormal.  I'm not going to try to recap every nugget of wisdom this guy has thrown out to convince me I'm okay, but on the other hand, I'm not giving myself a clean slate or some mental health seal of approval.  I'm only saying that there are lots of other men who could make a check mark in almost all of the same naughty sexual blocks that I tick off, and the only difference is, they don't vomit it all out onto a blog post every few days.

I doubt my Internet Therapist will read this, but I appreciated his e-mails immensely and I hope he enjoyed at least some of the interaction.

I'm in a new position at work that increases my workload and reduces my free time.  On the other hand, Co-Worker H and I are working a little closer together.  Office BJ's to follow, I'm sure.  I only tell you this to both brag and say that I have no idea how rapidly my next post will come, but I'm sure I'll be working on it as I can.

Mrs. JFB and our buddy JD are doing just fine, thanks.  I'm sure I'll have some news forthcoming.