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I just noticed on my own profile that I've been on here for a year! (as of 3 days ago) AND I've had over 1000 views of my profile!  I think that's a pretty cool for a guy.  I'm sure you girls aren't impressed since you get WAY more attention than we do (you gals are so hot and irresistable!)  Of course some of those 1000 views are me checking in on my own profile, but hey, not bad.  Just thought I'd share.  It's been a fun year

M

This Saturday night I met an awesome woman! 

 

First, about me, I’m married, sexually frustrated, but married so this blog is going to end in complete disappointment for a lot of you who want to hear about the act of sex.  But she was so hot and gave me such attention, and made me feel so great; I have to tell somebody about it.

 

My friend and I went to a nice bar and ended up sitting next to a couple of gals, they were both good looking, one of whom was stunning!  She was close to my age (which is awesome.)  She was thin, had gorgeous long legs, she was tan, blonde, had a beautiful smile, and clear blue eyes that could steal your soul.  She wore high heeled sandals, a tight-fitting pink top that politely showed just enough cleavage, a devastatingly short kahki skirt, and pink panties (that’s how short the skirt was!).     I couldn’t help but get the feeling that we had exchanged a couple of glances as we drank our beers. She broke the ice and said I looked like Chris Martin of Cold Play (personally, I don’t see it, but it’s probably the hair).  We exchanged a couple comments, but that was about it.

 

Anyway, they both got up and left, or so we thought.  My friend and I moved over to their seats (they were better, had better access to the bar and a much better view of the crowd) to our surprise, they returned and immediately started to give us good natured crap about taking their seats.  They had left for a smoke (I’m assuming).  (By the way, a coaster placed over your drink even though it’s empty apparently means “I’ll be back”) My friend and I are gentlemen and we humorously exaggerated our bows and apologies.  We told them we’d buy them drinks but we were both married and it would therefore be inappropriate.  I think that made them feel very comfortable with us.  We started talking and did some shots together.  We even helped them look for cute guys worthy of them.  But the blonde (whose name I’m omitting for her privacy) she didn’t seem interested in that game, she was focusing on me.  Which was very exciting!  We shared lots of personal information and got very comfortable.

 

Then it happened.  There was a moment when her friend was off chatting with another guy and my friend was off to buy drinks and take a leak.  In the crowded bar she got very close and crossed her leg with mine.  I put my hand on it.  It was so unbelievably smooth! She looked into my eyes and smiled with the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. She moved her leg slowly down a little so that my hand moved up just an inch.  (I honestly think she would have been fine with me sliding my hand all the way up)  Then she leaned in to talk to me.  The bar was crowded and loud so she put her cheek next to mine and talked to me in my ear.   We talked this way for while, very close, saying nice things to each other, looking into each others eyes, laughing and enjoying each other.

 

It was so sexy.  I had an erection and she knew it.  I caught her looking at the bulge in my jeans and she just laughed and smiled that sexy smile.  

 

From this point on in the night, she was all over me and I’m afraid my flirting nature (and my erection) I’m sure, encouraged her.  The sexual tension between us was enormous.  Everyone felt it.

 

They said they were going dancing and asked if we danced or if we were those lame wallflower types.  I confessed that I hadn’t been dancing in years but there’s no way I wouldn’t dance with her if I went.   Then I did some moving of my hips to show that I could indeed dance and was not shy about it.  That was a big hit with her, she clapped and laughed and slinked on over to me.  She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck straddled my leg and we both moved slowly and beautifully together!   She pressed into me, my erection firm against her hip.  She grabbed my hand spun out, and (I shit you not) I spun her back in fast and she wrapped her leg around my thigh with awesome grace and speed as if we were on dancing with the stars or something. It was perfect.  “Whoa” my friend said.  “Aw he is dead” her friend said (as in, I’m in her super hot clutches and she was right!) we moved some more.  Like a classy professional stripper, she gyrated on my leg as I held her waist.  I could feel her warm pussy through my jeans!  It was SO HOT! 

 

They both begged us to go dancing with them.  My friend, I could tell, was uncomfortable with the idea and I knew it would be a very bad idea for me.  I went to the bathroom to take a leak and cool off and talk myself out of going with her.  This was very hard to do, but when I came back I told her that we were staying and that they should go.  She started to ask why.  She said she’d be good; it’s just dancing, etc.   I told her that she was too damn hot for me.  That there’s no way I’d trust myself to hold out the whole night.  She kissed my cheek, said some really great things and left my friend and I to marvel at what had happened that night.  It’s not often that we find ourselves in that situation.  I know I did the right thing, but my head is filled with fantasies of her.

Hey everyone. 

I just reloaded almost all my pictures (they were starting to be formatted wierdly and a few were too high in resolution)  sorry for the barrage of images of me.  ...or am I?

*spank*

M

This morning on my way to work, my heart skipped a beat as I was leaving the coffee shop (a different coffe shop than the one in my previous blog (I must drink a lot of coffee)) for as I was leaving a VERY attractive woman was coming in.  She was thin, firm, tall, blonde, in heels, and business slacks that made her ass look awesome (she had to be wearing a thong)  anyway, I smiled, said good morning and held the door open for her. 

I actually watched her fight back smiling at me, and she very quietly said, "morning".  And went right in (I think this is the opposite of my previous blog)  I had the sense that this ultra hottie, must get hit on by guys all the time and she must walk through life constantly minimizing her contact with guys lest they sense some form of encouragement from her.

Now of course, she might be having a bad day, I might remind her of her Ex, or maybe she caught me checking out her ass (though I really doubt it, I'm usually very sensative about such things, which reminds me of another story I'll blog about later or I'll start a forum string) but here's the thing.  I started to feel sorry for her.  I actually thought "poor thing, it must  be hard to ALWAYS have others wanting you"  and then I thought "what am I Thinking?!"

So here's the other thing.  If you showed me a picture of the blonde hottie and the red-headed ponytailed cutie and asked which would you rather have sex with?  i'd say the blonde! no question.  Only after having met each for only 10 seconds, If you asked me the same question,I'd take the red head any day!  She's going to be a lot more fun. 

So ladies, even if you look like the blonde hottie, be more like the red-headed cutie.  Stand tall, be confident, be flirty, be fun, because we will all adore you.

M 

A cool thing just happened to me.  ...So I'm going into the coffee shop and cute gal was on her way out.  She was holding a coffee in one hand and fumbling through her purse for her cell phone in the other.  I opened the door and gave her a nice smile.  (I was a little amused by her) Now I wasn't trying to flirt (ok, maybe a little, but I can't help myself) but I must have 'connected' somehow.  We passed each other, and as she was going out the vestibule door and I was entering the other she said, "you're cute, by the way." My glass door closed as I heard it.  I turned and she was looking at me.  I honestly thought she must be talking on the phone or something, but no.  I looked at her from behind the glass of the vestibule, pointed to myself and gave her a 'who me?' look.  And she nodded and mouthed, "yeah you.  You're cute."  Then she waved as she walked out and I waved back at her.  We glanced at each other one more time as she got in her car.  I freakin felt like little Rudolph! She says I'm CUTE!  by the time I got my coffee and was back in my car, I felt great (and I had a really nice boner )

So ladies, if you ever see a guy, and you want to make him feel something.  Just tell him he's cute, or hot, or whatever.  See, if a guy does it, then we're being disrespectful, and just trying to get in your pants.  if a girl does it, then she's confident, fun, and maybe, only maybe, trying to get into your pants

She was wearing hospital scrubs, had red hair done up in to short pig tails, and was totally cute herself.  Maybe she'll browse this site and see this blog and get an eyeful of the guy she complimented, and she'll be the only one who knows who I am.  (that kinda turns me on more and makes me feel like a sexual super hero!)

Later, sexy people.