Dispatches from Sin City...

Ah, lovely Sin City - one of my favorite places in America to vacation and party... whether plain vanilla or swinging style; I always have fun here.

I am here with vanilla friends who wanted to get away from NYC... so for the most part I will be doing the usual trifecta of eating, clubbing and socializing; but as you all know, I had to also get in my share of hot interracial sex on this trip.

And did I ever...

I fucked my 2nd porn star (ever) on this trip - the first of 4 IR encounters at the Rooster last night... I am not going to lie; it was the first nut and I got it out a little faster than I would have liked (her wet, tight pussy did not help; thankfully I put in much longer, more orgasmic performances with the other three ladies I got to play with)

There was also a nice milfy blonde from the bay area there with her very cool boyfriend who rode and let herself be ridden by the hedonist; she was awesome to talk to... and her japanese was impeccable!

My usual play partner and her girlfriend (who had given me my first MFF threesome last summer) were on hand and of course, the sex was great with them.

And yes, I ate a lot of pussy; but you know what they say; practice makes perfect.

It was a great night, the rooster is a very kitschy swing club that can sometimes feel like it is stuck in the 70s, but once you look past that (and with the right company), you can have a LOT of great sex with the right people there. I am fortunate that whenever I visit, my swinging friends introduce me to everyone and as such, I get introductions, referrals and a lot of orgasms as a result.

And this was just the first night....

Day 2 is going to be plain vanilla for the most part; but I have been emailing back and forth with another hot wife couple who enjoys BBC... who knows, maybe I get lucky on this trip and get to enjoy my own version of a "vegas double" before heading back to the coldness of the east coast.

Thoughts on Contentment

The scene is a hotel room in a gambling town.... the other bed clearly has signs of sex every where - clothes on the floor; we have just ordered room service after a great round of sex... as we eat, my friend feeds me some of her food - which we ordered from the tavern attached to the hotel.

The meal is great, every morsel melting in my mouth, much like her breasts and her pussy had minutes before.... This my friends is what the good life is - room service, amazing sex, great company and the knowledge that this was an escape from the norm, a much needed stress relief for the both of us as the weather gets colder on the east coast - and before my friend escapes to the warmer climes from whence she came.

It was one on one; in the best way.... and you all know how much I enjoy hotel sex... there's something about great service, the fact that you get to leave and the newness of your surroundings.

It was interesting that this was the backdrop for a meditation on contentment. My friend was mentioning to me how she knew a woman who lived in the same town where she had grown up.... in the same house where she and her husband had gotten married, with her family and friends in a 1 mile radius around her. She described this lady as "content" with this simple kind of life.

We too were content in those moments of great sex, great food and great company... and I guess that is what I seek, I guess that is what motivates me; in this hedonistic journey of mine.... that feeling of satisfaction and satiation - right now in an almost purely physical and environmental sense. I guess one day, when I evolve into a higher emotional being, that I might long for someone to love.... but right now, I guess loving the things that make me feel good will suffice for now.....

The death of chivalry....

So I was out and about on the LES (Lower East Side) tonight.... with a good friend of mine, his former high school sweetheart and her friend - a hot black girl, who, if I was into sisters, I would have been all over.

The women, nice, cute/fuckable and generally personable were complaining about the death of chivalry in NYC.

"Men don't open doors'
"In the south, men make sure that women do not walk on the curb side of the street"
"there is just a general aggressiveness in this town that makes it hard for women"

I was fascinated, in a morbid way, by their complaints and what seemed to me like a massive sense of entitlement.

Regardless of what the PC thing is to say, chivalry died when feminism became a viable and practical philosophy.

You don't see men - straight, gay or bi waltzing around opening the doors for each other as a matter of principle. Some men do it to be polite, but every man worth his salt in this world knows that you are not owed anything.....

Chivalry made sense in a world where women were 2nd class citizens. In a world where women can succeed as well as men, fuck as well or even better (in numbers and in quality: please see Egan, Tracy) and where their opportunities continue to grow, I am not sure that chivalry has a reason to exist.

Of course, some of my female friends might read this and imply that I am advocating an end to polite and reciprocal relations between the sexes. Nothing could be further from the truth. Women are not nice/welcoming/open or available to all men, ergo; there is no practical reason for the onus to be on men to do so either.

Do be polite, do be respectful, but no - you don't have to open every door, nor do you have to stand up at dinner, nor do you have to buy an expensive dinner to impress someone. Do that for people worth your time and effort, not because you think it is some duty you have to perform to get what you want.

In a strange way, I personally believe that the death of chivalry has wrought something more profound, more honest and more real. Chivalry was fake.

In it's place, in some cases it has brought about real friendship.... the kind of friendship where, if a man is your friend ladies, he will walk you home because he understands the world, he will buy you a drink before hand, he will make sure some guy does not harass or push you around at the bar.

Not because you are a woman, but because you are his friend or his partner - and a real man stands up for those he cares about - friends or more. Chivalry was just posturing; akin to foreplay for a time when sex needed a first act that met some emotional need. On the other hand, that which I refer to, while much harder to achieve, is much more real.