Trip Update: Sin City Edition

Hello dear readers. I am coming to you from the madness that is sin city. It is 9AM as I blog the events of my extended West Coast Vacation but it might as well be 6pm or 4am. Time really has no meaning on the Vegas Strip.

My trip so far has been a blast, I hit two of the three major cities in California, a beautiful California beach/mountain town and have been in Sin City for the past two nights. I have had some great dinners, partied with old friends and explored new places. I have also taken a LOT of photos.

I have also had the opportunity to indulge myself in my other hobby: sex.

Suprisingly enough, my first encounter in NorCal came about via a CL posting. Granted, it was in Mr. Newmark’s home city so one would hope that it worked out, but as I have mentioned before, CL has become spambot/Pic Collector/Flake Central. Hence I was very surprised to have been contacted by a nice hot wife couple who lived in one of the surrounding suburbs.

I had a great hotel while I was there (thanks Amex travel!) and as such was able to host in style. The day was a little touch and go however, with my new friend calling earlier in the day to cancel, then texting later at night to say she was feeling much better and wanted to go through with the meet.

Despite the complications, it was a hot play date. Her delightful breasts, oral skills and great attitude made for a very hot time.

However I must say, that the events of the past 24 hours do take the cake.

I had the good fortune to visit the red rooster while here in vegas: (www.vegasredrooster.com) with some friends who I have played with on the east coast but who happened to be based out of LV.

It was a surreal yet positive experience and definitely worth a visit. There is a large group area and several private play rooms, with a variety of couples and singles allowed in. The rooster itself is a bit of an homage to the golden age of swinging.... (With all the positive and negative connotations that might imply).

However I did not have the time to ponder those thoughts because I was engaged, first in sex with my swinging friend from back east, and then with her and her girlfriend in my first MFF threesome. I don't think I will ever forget the sight of fucking one woman while watching her face buried deep in another woman's pussy. It was pretty fucking hot and despite my best efforts, 10 - 15 minutes of that action was what it took. This was after a pretty long one on one session with my friend before the 3 some.

I just found out that the friend I was supposed to play with on Sunday evening just cancelled on me.... seeing as this was a CL hookup, i might have been talking to a spambot for all I know.

Oh well, the trip has been a blast so far. We'll see what we can do about these next two days.

Have fun and stay safe everyone.

Vacation Synopsis and thoughts...

So via the power of modern technology... and my trusty amex,... I am blogging from the air... while admiring a very milfy air hostess doing her job with extreme prejudice. It has been a bit of a bumpy ride from the tropical locale where I spent the 3 day weekend and as such, this hedonist is wide awake and at some points in the flight - a little freaked out, but we seem to be hitting some smooth patches and with Karma, God and good thoughts on our side, should make it into JFK without any incident.


So let's get down to brass tacks... there were no fun times for the hedonist this trip. I got good food - at several great and nationally recognized restaurants like I always do. I got to party with some very cool and very attractive people and I put myself out there. But my hotel room went unused in the right way and that pisses me off. Vacation grade: B-/B at best. The only action I saw this weekend was some, admittedly very hot cybersex and playing grab ass/public finger banging with a swinger couple I met at the pool.

A few other thoughts from my vacation:

Every time I visit this particular town, I am reminded of the importance of never settling. I see so many guys with trophy girlfriends and wives, bodies tight from working out at the gym, boob jobs galore, tan and blonde. Now i am not saying that boob jobs, being blonde or tan are requirements, but they do contribute to an aesthetic that I really like. I as a young man have worked hard on my body, career and mind, and when I am ready to not fuck around, I want someone who reflects that aesthetic. I'll be damned if I get what I have started to call "the black boy discount".... I believe your woman reflects on you; she says to the world, I have invested time and effort into being with her and this relationship.... so she has got to look good.

* The Black Boy Discount: that phenomenon whereby you see athletic black men with women who are not their equal in the looks department.... now I understand that not a few of my brothers enjoy the thickness, I do too on occasion, and we all do things for some quick and easy sex, but if you believe that your woman represents you... you don't want a discount.. you want a fair transaction or a premium.

Food:

I checked out new restaurant away from my old stand-bys on this trip. Mr. Bruni at the Times recommended a place in the town I visited and I hopped in a cab to visit. I sometimes have interesting experiences as a young, reasonably athletic, non foodie looking, black man. When you sit at the bar (which is what I do when eating alone at a nice establishment - you get a spot faster and bartenders are always great to talk to) sometimes people do not give you an impressive level of service, or they try to steer you to mediocre but expensive menu options. I don't get upset but instead engage in conversation and show my knowledge of the cuisine and or the restaurant or region. Once you do that, they usually chill out/warm up and things go much better. It also helps to be a good tipper - people remember that when you come back.

Big City Partying:

I got to hang out with an attractive swinger couple one night on my trip. They were newly weds from the South but very very cool. Hubby was a little older, early 30s. Wifey was a cute to hot blonde with a great ass that I got to pinch and grab all night. It was interesting.... because I had told them some risque stories of observing the opening points of a threesome in progress thenight before at another club - where I had seen an older man flash his milf wife's bare pussy to their boy toy for the evening. They did not flinch or blanch at that ... and we kept on exchanging pleasantries. They invited me out with some other people that night and we went out partying on the town. Later on while grinding on wifey, she told me they were swingers, I told her a bit about my adventures and my hands continued to wander all evening. At one point I had my fingers under her dress, while she appeared to be having a conversation with another chica in a poorly lit room, she never objected. Too bad it seemed like they are more into playing with bifemales than MFMs. With that said, I might not want to share too if I had a wifey like that.

Now having lived in the big city for a while, I come across drugs - cocaine mainly, every now and then. I have never done anything harder than weed or viagra and I do not intend to. However some people can still be recreational drug users and still be functional. I helped hubby get some coke (as in I contributed to the pot) but told him in stern terms not to offer it to me, even if at some point in the night my curiosity grew. This led me to thinking about what I would consider my 'drugs' of choice and I would have to say that sex is my main drug:

I need it on a regular basis, I plan for it, schedule it, work for it. And I go batshit insane if I cannot get it - on my terms. Suffice to say, I did not get my fix this weekend.

My Laptop is beeping at me now, and we are about to start our descent into JFK. All in all, it is always good to leave my lovely, crazy new york, but I am glad to be back.

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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....

My latest adventure....

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