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.

25 Things about the 646hedonist....

So everyone on Facebook is doing these.... I figured I'd spice things up by doing one for this blog... with some truths, thoughts, goals... etc. Feedback is always appreciated.


1) I have always been a horny bastard and I honestly do not believe that will ever change. I'll be 90 and still scheming for sex in my nursing home.

2) I lost my virginity at 17 to a 20 year old who I would sneak into the house while my parents were at work. Unfortunately, she was not into giving head but the rest of that first experience was pretty damn good.

3) I have a tremendous amount of stamina, I can go for hours. Sometimes it's a blessing, other times a curse. I think it comes from all the years of high school masturbation but I can't really be sure.

4) As someone in the IR/BBC lifestyle, I get a little insecure about penis size. At 7.5 inches I am not the biggest boy in the class, but I do like to think I am always among the most competent.

5) It still stings when dealing with a size queen though - because there is absolutely nothing you can do about changing the size of your dick.

6) Whoever or whatever corporation that comes up with a safe, viable method for increasing penis size a la breast implants will have written themselves a check for generations. They will MINT money hand over fist.

7) I have always been attracted to women who looked different from me - as a young kid I had respective crushes on: south asian and white girls in kindergarten, the princess in the "never ending story" and winnie from "the wonder years".

8) When I need to get sex, sometimes looks as an absolute value have fallen by the wayside.

9) Sometimes I think women do not really understand how horny men get and how frustrating the market for straight men is... I think the fact that they are offered dick every waking minute and they fact that they do not deal with rejection in the same way means we are speaking two very different languages.

10) If the Sex is not great, there will be no relationship. Unfortunately though, the corollary is not true.

11) As a young man, I never understood why some men got into watching their wives or significant others with other men. As I get older, I understand it more and more.

12) I would be less insulted by a suggestion to open a relationship than I would by infidelity.

13) I will always respect a non-manipulative hotwife over a supposedly great but lying, cheating wife.

14) I would be open to allowing a pressure valve release via swinging or casual play if I was in a long term relationship and yes.... including a MFM or allowing her a pass to play with a certain person or people.

15) Right now I am not looking for love, but it would be nice to find one day.

16) I still have a massive wedge on my shoulder from high school and it informs why I have very little patience for some women and the games that they play.

17) If I like you, I want to fuck you. The reverse is not necessarily true.

18) I love to suck on breasts.... real/fake it does not matter. What matters is that the woman enjoys the sensation/feeling.

19) I am always nervous before a sexual encounter, because there is always the possibility it could go bad.

20) While I might be nervous about performance and how I measure up, I am never nervous or insecure about my body. I spend a lot of time working on it and it shows. I measure up to anyone on that count anyday of the week.

21) I am going to stop counting when I get to triple digits.

22) There is a difference between having sex, making love, and fucking.

23) With someone you care about, the line gets blurred because you can do all 3 in the same session.

24) Some of the best times I have had at Parties/orgies are the moments right before the sex, when you see people you're played with and talked to, you chat, you get to know new people and just relax.

25) A woman's orgasm is a very complex thing.... the only thing I can say for sure is that the look on her face at that moment is one that is never duplicated anywhere else. NOTHING else generates that look.... and the fact that I was able to, at that point in time, is a high that I never quite get tired of.

The Gradual Wind Down of the Summer of Sex...

So, my dear readers, my summer of sex is winding down..... The past few weeks since my last update have been a little crazy.... there was a weekend night with a young black cock slut in boston, several house parties in the east coast/tri state area and a massive orgy/gangbang in the midwest where I fucked every single hotwife in appearance.....

I still have one last big trip planned.... I will end up in Sin City at the end of the month and I am going to make sure that I do some swinging/partying in Vegas. I have been going to Vegas for years but I have never gotten to taste the city's IR scene. I hope to change that on this next trip.

However as much fun as this summer has been, we all know good things always come to an end. Career, Education and professional life will again take a much larger role in my life going forward and I will not have as much time to devote to my carnal pursuits. It has been a blast and I want to thank everyone who I have played with, chatted with and who has read my blog so far. I appreciate you taking the time and while my playing will be slowing down, it is by no means done.

As you know by now, I am all about the bottom line. So without further ado, I present to you, in true NY Mag fashion, the tally at this point in the 646hedonist's summer of sex.....

4 orgies, 1 massive midwest gangbang/orgy, multiple instances of sex with former pornstar, dozens of jokes being cracked about black nerds, hundreds of miles logged on the ground and in the air in pursuit of sex, dozens if not hundreds of cum shots, 25 pictures of oral sex being performed on me by said black cockslut, multiple referrals from hotwives and one referral by a boyfriend and at least 19 new sex partners in the past few weeks of this particular odyssey.


And hopefully there's a little bit more left in the tank.....

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.

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.

A grumpy hedonist - A few random thoughts

I am pretty horny today and have been for this week. I should be happy with the fun I had over the weekend but it seems my sex drive is still out there. I masturbate at least once or twice a day and I binge on sex at the sex parties - multiple rounds with 3 women at the last one, for instance.

Yet I am so jealous of my blog friend and fellow nymag commenter (ladyinred's - http://therealladyinred.blogspot.com) ability to take down partners in the teens in the past month. I just looked at my journal and I have probably done about 7 women in the same span... all through my time at parties.

Women have it so easy.

As you all know I don't have the patience or much faith in the bar pickup (there is a reason why it is called getting lucky) ... the other night, out with girls till 4.30 am and no sex on offer just proved my point again.

Anyway, that is not why I am grumpy. I am grumpy, despite the fact I am about to head out to warmer climes for a 3 day mini vacation, because my regular vacation fuck buddy has gone awol on me. She is usually responsive, but after two days of her not answering texts and a phone call.... it looks like the hedonist has to find some replacement vacation sex.

Being the type A individual I am, I like to have things in place. Sex that I do not have to worry about at my vacation destination is one of those things. Seeing as I actually picked her up in a bar 2 years ago while on vacation (and the night before I was scheduled to meet with another couple in the same town) I should be sanguine.... but my ability to pick up is directly correlated to my mood and the absence of irritation on my part.

Combine that with a severe dose of horniness, tasks/errands that need to get done, a missed workout today and packing that has not been handled and you have one slightly grumpy hedonist. I'll get over it, but I will say this - it's not a vacation without some good, old fashioned, raunchy hotel room fucking and the probablity of that on this vacation just went below 100%.

I'll keep you all posted.

A few thoughts on NYC Dating, Social Kabuki and the pursuit of sex.

So, I went on a date yesterday.

Rebound Chica, as I will term her, was someone I met a few weeks ago at a random club/lounge in the Lower East Side.

She wasn't the hottest chica, nor was she really slutty. I believe the technical term is "cute".

I had hoped that after a few dates she might put out but instead she kept wasting my time, being rude on the date by texting her (male) "friends" all the time and of course - exiting early to head back to her home in the outer boroughs.

This was date #2.

I wasn't feeling the chemistry and I have no time to waste on flighty nyc girls who will not have sex but want to keep me in their back pocket (while they might be presumably f***in someone else; who doesn't have to take them to high end cocktail bars to get the pussy).

So after putting her in a cab, I sent her a text message telling her that I thought we were looking for different things and that I was moving on. I will not waste my time.


And people ask why I hardly try anymore.

I don't see the payoff, I take said female out to drinks, act polite and I get less action than her blackberry.

Of course through this all, this girl is acting like drinks and being wined and dined are her birthright. She's not on my level economically or even from an equitable looks point of view - so the only thing she has to offer is sex; and she DID not do that in an acceptable enough timeframe for me.

Yet I am supposed to keep calling and texting in the hopes that I get some (most likely mediocre) sex ?

Fuck that.

I can go to a sex party or meet one of the couples I have known over the years, not have to jump through hoops and fuck 3 - 5 women in an evening. I am also guaranteed to enjoy the sex in a way that is a toss up with most plain vanilla chicas.

Now I accept that I am hard on women. Hardest on black women. My first experiences in High School with girls were not positive and I have never really forgotten that. Couple that with my very healthy sex drive and I have become jaded, cynical and almost brutal in my approach to the NYC dating game.

I guess this means I should focus my energies on getting sex without social kabuki.

Regular dating, for now anyway, just annoys me.