God Bless You, you cocksucker....

That's right. God bless the cocksucker, the cock worshiper, the blow-job artiste if you will. The woman who will, via a combination of her mouth, tongue throat and hands, service you to a fulfilling orgasm. They are unsung and unheralded heroes that need more encouragement.

The thought crossed my mind as I was enjoying an exquisite blow job from a blonde hot-wife over the weekend.... a woman whose attention to detail, desire to please and her enjoyment whenever I let go in her mouth put her right up there with some of the best cocksuckers i have ever known (and I've known a few in my time)....

The first time I thought about writing a post/homage if you will to women who give exquisite blow-jobs occurred when I met an IR couple on one of my travels and I asked them how they had gotten together.

Him: Well I put an ad on Craig's list looking for a BBC cock worshiper
She: That's what I love to do. Obviously I had to make sure he was sane and cool.
Him: It didn't take that long for you to do that, we met in a coffee shop and 30 minutes later, we were at my place and you were on your knees.

A few minutes later I got to play with her myself and her beau was right; she was a tremendous cock-sucker. It was her god-given talent.

I truly believe that some women underestimate the power of a good blow-job. , which is why there is still this vocal minority of women who do not do/give oral sex...

God bless them, but the amazing cocksucker knows the power she holds, a power that can be honed with enthusiasm.

I mean, let's face it - some women intrinsically have better rhythm, others feel tighter than others, other women know exactly how to move.... some of this can be taught, some of it can't.... but any woman can learn how to give a great blow-job.

So here's to those women who know how to give the toe-curling, tongue-lashing, body shaking, orgasm inducing blow-jobs I enjoy so much. Reciprocation is definitely your due and yes, you have a right to be popular; you do something I enjoy.... very very much.

Now if only I could find a reliable cock-worshiper of my very own....

A very bizarre 36 hours....

So while some of my good friends are slowing down their recent cycles of hot sex, mine is actually picking up. Since my tropical vacation, I have had a few encounters here and there but nothing that really satiated my needs in the way I like till yesterday. However, the past 36 hours have been a roller coaster of madness ....


Wednesday started with me waking up really horny. I know, not much different from any other day. However, Wednesday afternoon, I had set up a meet with a cheating wife via Adult Friend Finder. I am of two minds when it comes to fucking (cheating) married women; I have done it - usually because I follow my dick wherever it leads, but it is never the ideal situation. A cheating encounter also does nothing to ease my perennial trust and intimacy issues.

To be fair, this wife was not the hottest wife I have fucked, but I really wanted a raunchy encounter and that was all she was looking for too, so I overlooked a few things I shouldn't have and I forgot to ask for a face pic. Bad move, but not the worst.

I was supposed to be hosting the encounter but during the day, she called with an update: she was house sitting in outer borough; would I mind a change of venue.

Now people who know me well, know that for whatever reason, the hedonist does not really leave the island; for the US open, for some really good food but I am not super knowledgeable about the outer boroughs. I am not being a hater, just stating some facts. This lack of knowledge though, would come back to bite me in the ass.

I jumped on the train following her directions. My anticipation was a little hard to hide, but I am thankful for Kenneth Cole jackets. I walked out of the train station and straight into the 'hood. That little fact really didn't help my comfort level but fuck it: I was committed and on my way to the address I was given.

I got there, she let me up and we jumped into it. She was enthusiastic and she hadn't misrepresented her looks but after an initial bout of enthusiasm on my part, I lost interest. We weren't gelling in the way I like and while I like to believe that I will go through with about anything for an orgasm, this clearly was not the case ....

I politely extricated myself from the situation, disappointing as it was for both of us and made my way back to the subway... I was pissed, being the stud validates me in a very real way... and yes, I know "these things happen" - that really did not make me feel any better at the time.

Regardless, I went through with the rest of my day, a little upset and determined to get n end of day drink at one of my favorite establishments. I finally rolled onto my barstool around 9pm and caught up with bartenders and some friends in the area. 1 drink turned into 4 and sure enough, I was slamming them back and shooting the shit with new and old friends alike.

"Are you out and about" - came the unexpected text from Ms. Y, an acquaintance of mine from my professional network. She is a petite blonde with a great ass and a penchant for high heels, but at this point in time was just a very cool, yet attractive person to hang out with. As some of you know, I am very careful about mixing work/networking with pleasure... so while she was great to look at and fun to drink with, I believed that would be the full extent of our interaction.

"Yes I am - actually headed downtown for a bit, do you want to grab a drink at XXXXX" - she agreed and I rolled into the bar 15 minutes later for what I thought would be a few quick drinks.

However, conversation flowed more than anything else and we began to share war stories and dating adventures and misadventures in NYC. It turned out that Ms. Y had more of an edge to her than I thought....

As we walked back to our respective residences, somehow I got invited to swing by her place "quickly". However, the moment I walked in and jumped her, it looked like it would be a good night. I was, however a little gun shy given what had happened earlier in the day and I did not want to be disappointed again.

However, when she disappeared for 5 minutes and reappeared with some very hot items of clothing and when it became very apparent that our chemistry was super compatible, we got into the swing of things and it turned into a very late night/early morning... I certainly did not see that coming, and I'll try to see her again.

We have a compatible fucking style and I would like to explore more. I also have to admit that the lingerie, heels, sex kitten look is probably more important to me than I realized.

Then to top it all off; if things had not been bizarre enough, Michael Jackson passed away yesterday.... definitely a crazy set of events... but one that eventually worked out for me.

addendum:

While best laid plans can definitely go to hell as I have seen before, I have some trips, parties and orgies on the horizon that should be fun and should hopefully give me some new posting fodder. I am looking forward to some hot sex in the next few weeks and I have worked to put all the pieces in place.... we'll see how it all pans out but there should be some orgasms provided by some hotwives in my future.

A few thoughts on life, love and this weekend's sex party.

I had to get out of New York this weekend.

I needed a break from the city. I do this every few months... and this time was no exception. I also needed to get back on the casual sexin'/IR partyin' wagon in a big way.

You see, for the past 8 - 9 weeks I had become infatuated with a tall, athletic and gorgeous younger blonde. She was hot enough and smart enough to be LTR material. She was sexual, but not as sexual as she thought... And for the first time in a long time, I liked her in that high school/college way.

However, like many of the young, gorgeous women who inhabit this crazy town of ours, she wasn't ready to surrender her power and charms to one man. Or perhaps, to me. And, despite my tremendous enjoyment and experience of casual sex, I refuse to be part of a male harem, especially if my emotions are involved. I will not put myself in a potentially bad situation.

I was willing to end all my sexual extra-curriculars to see where this dating expedition would lead, and when it did not work as planned, I decided to act out.

I fucked a submissive, squirting milf on tuesday. This was one of the few women I have met who can cum from hot kissing, and my god, talk about squirting!

Before this I viewed squirters as one of those often talked about but rarely viewed in the wild phenomena. Much like the 12 inch dick.

This was before meeting 2 OF THEM IN THE SAME FUCKING WEEK!

Well, I had to revise that opinion after she left my sheets soaked all the way through. God bless her and her hoover of a mouth. She was also a true cum-swallower; something which the gorgeous blonde was not.

I also met a 2nd squirter this weekend.... at an interracial house party in the suburbs of a major city in the northeast.

I hadn't been to a sex party in a long time... and I have to admit, I was a little nervous.

I had fortuitiously receieved the invite from Ms. Alex as my infatuation/dalliance with the gorgeous blonde was winding down. Knowing that my advances of fidelity were being rejected pushed me back to the dark side.

I was horny and had been holding back to be the good guy.

I was done dealing with a girl who thought that doggy style was the most dominant, animalistic sexual position ever and who could not take my above average sized cock that way for long.

Fuck all that. I needed to fuck a woman who wanted to "fuck" back (as opposed to having sex or God forbid, making love) in a bad way.

It was a small party held in a 5 bedroom party house. Non alcoholic refreshments were provided, as were party snacks. There were about 4 couples - one of whom did not play, 3 single ladies and the party host - Michael. There were also about 5 - 6 single guys.

From the get go, there was a great vibe. People were chatting and joking. Ms Alex's and other porn videos were playing on the TV in the meet and greet room. The hotwives were scantily clad, including one wife in a particularly memorable fishnet ( I will now start calling fishnet "standard swinger gear") get up with black panties and fierce, black leather fuck me boots. I got to know her a bit better as the evening went on.

I had a blast at the party....

Ms. Alex and I kicked things off by getting reacquainted upstairs in one of the private party rooms. Ms. Alex gives, as she should, a porn worthy blowjob and she fucks like a bronco. Always a great time with her.

I then fucked another hotwife, while her hubby fucked Ms. Alex on the same bed. It turned out (as her hubby would explain), later on that this hotwife had an age cutoff, which I was definitely below. Oh well, she didn't complain too much when I was on top of her stroking it like it was my job. She did not give me a second ride however, and I understood where she was coming from.

I then got to make a light skinned black hotwife cum in one of the private rooms. It was her first party and I just wanted to make sure she had a great time, which judging by the way her thighs gripped my head, she did. She gave me a passable blow job but I wanted to fuck... and it did not seem like she was ready for that level of play. So we just sat and chatted.

I then got back to my friend in the fishnet; who turned out to be a squirter. She was just great all around; she really got into the sex, gave me compliments on my cock (beautiful!) and my stroke (you have a deep one!) and rode me like a cowboy. I fucked her twice to start and both times, her voyeur/exhibitionist hubby missed it. He'd come in when we were done and go: "oh man!"

We finally obliged him with a MFM threesome (my 1st of the night), with his wife in the traditional spit roast position - sucking hubby while I hit it from behind.

I think she enjoyed it.

My last encounter of the evening was with an elusive Italian/Sicilian single MILF. She had been involved in some threesome fun earlier in the evening. It was late, around 1.30AM and most of the other guests were sleeping or leaving. What started as simple conversation in one of the open rooms, progressed to me exploring her body under her very skimpy pink negligee and would end with me and another guy tag teaming her for several hours till the light of dawn started to peek through the blinds.

She was another great animalistic fuck, who proceeded to show us pictures of her other bisexual, IR loving girlfriends - including a picture of one of her (attached) girl friend's blowing a black guy in her cubicle!

WTF ?

And I thought I had sexual adventures....

I have to give the party an "A".

It was what I needed, when I needed it, without any bullshit. I made sure to make some new swinger/IR connections and I think I will try to head back to a few parties this summer. I will never be hardcore about swinging (IR sex is another story) but this was a great escape from the city, a salve if you will, for my bruised ego and of course, as always, a memorable adventure.


Addendum:

One of the interesting things I notice on these trips is that despite all the talk of the rust belt, is that small town USA is alive and well. I generally make my way back to my lair in NYC at the crack of dawn after an adventure and I get to see these towns as they wake up.

I check out the local diners before heading over to the local train station or bus station, look at the town papers and sometimes see the high school track team on their way out to a meet or to practice.

People still live, love and fuck in these towns. God bless 'em.

I, for one could never live in a small town ( I have a hard time imagining life away from NYC), but I definitely see the appeal....