CHEATING SPOUSE X

Subtle Circumstance & Mandy Part II

2007-11-11T11:46:00.000-08:00

Lao Tzu wrote “…we pursue that which retreats from us.” Of course, we all know this in the practical sense. Yet we often forget it when it comes to attracting the opposite sex.

Some have mastered the principle …while some so over use it that it confuses the sexes as to who started the game playing first …men or women. Regardless, the power of distance and unavailability can be powerful. And though the CS isn’t much for playing games, subtlety in this little endeavor is often key.

As I spent some time talking to Judy, Mandy became noticeably perturbed. It wasn’t only that she had a hot girl wedged between her and I, but also Judy’s nonchalant approach, completely disregarding Mandy’s presence. Judy was very touchy feely as we exchanged niceties. The guys conversed with one another while I was engaged. Mandy, on the other hand, didn’t have much to do or to say.

The more I spoke with Judy, the more I was convinced that I wasn’t interested in her. But it provided for an impromptu mechanism to further attract Mandy …so after a 5 minute conversation or so, the CS decided to get a drink with Judy at the bar. Not because I really wanted to, but because it would likely stir added jealousy from Mandy. After about 10 minutes or so, I returned back to our table…and had to deal with a little shit talking from the guys, and of course from Mandy. She sat closer, started drinking more, asked me a host of questions, and eventually blurted out “…you can do better than her.” (Usually read: “start looking at me, asshole”).

The combination of alcohol, atmosphere and Judy, emboldened Mandy. She eventually sat on my lap, began to rub my back and legs and was touchy feely in her own right. It was getting late and she was too lit to drive. She asked if I could take her home. Eventually the CS discovered that what Mandy was into and liked was as varied as it comes… more on that next time.

So whether it’s intentionally creating distance by retreating or stirring jealousy, or taking advantage of it when it’s presented… recognize it, take it and use it. Because waiting for something to happen usually insures that it doesn’t…

Acquaintances

2007-11-01T11:49:00.001-07:00

Mandy Pt I.

The cheating ways do not lend themselves to playing with acquaintances. As noted in previous posts, the “rules” dictate that one engaging in such behavior be smart, discreet and avoid attachment. Acquaintances can therefore be a crap shoot and one must be careful. Sometimes, however, the opportunity is ripe for the taking, you either pull the trigger or stay away...there is no in between. Recently, the CS was presented with such circumstances.

Mandy was married for a few years, but currently is not. The CS recently became acquainted with her through a close mutual friend, "Jordon." I did not know her husband, but Jordon knew him very well. Although I can’t say that we became close friends, I saw Mandy from time to time and we became quite friendly. She of course knew me and my status, and we got to know each other fairly well from our outings with friends.

One particular evening, Jordon invited Mandy to join a group of us at a trendy spot in the city. Bedsides some previous harmless flirting, nothing ever transpired between her and I. The lounge was packed with twenty and thirty something’s uniformly sipping on either mixed drinks or Amstel Light’s. It was another one of those nights where the crowd, the ambiance, the company, the food and drink all came together to provide an intoxicating atmosphere.

Mandy was the only girl out of the six of us there. She has a wonderful personality, dry wit and a good sense of humor, so there was no awkwardness. The night was filled with all kinds of banter between all of us, and as the alcohol kept flowing, so did the conversations.

Somewhere in the middle of this, the CS noticed a group of girls and guys directly next to us and the glances of a certain rather attractive female. Despite being rather preoccupied with the events at our table, we exchanged glances several times but I wasn’t in the mood to work on it any further. We were all sitting around the small table with some in a booth, while I was on an ottoman style couch around the other side of the table. Mandy was sitting next to me. Several of the guys had noticed that obvious interaction between me and the girl next door and they are never ones to hold back, supplying an endless array of quips and digs.

As our group was engaged with one another, I felt the touch of a hand on my shoulder and someone sit next to me on the rather small ottoman. For a moment I thought it was Mandy…instead it was the girl I was glancing with, Judy. She came to our table, completely disregarded everyone there…sat right in between Mandy and me and began a conversation. Rather bold…no qualms or inhibitions.

But what was more interesting than Judy, or her approach, was the effect it had on Mandy…and ultimately… what the CS was going to do about her...

Confidence

2007-10-19T11:47:00.000-07:00

The CS has often been asked if there is a common thread about what women notice in men? What turns them on, or otherwise attracts them to a particular guy? The answers certainly vary. And yes…many women are as visual as men and like a hot body or good looks. But on average, it takes more than that for women. So if it’s a common thread that one is looking for, based on the CS’ experience, it is this: Confidence.

Perhaps, no other trait is noticed by women more then the way a man carries himself. (to digress slightly, the CS notes that based on his experience, if one is talking physical attributes outside of the usual ones, then “hands” surprisingly seem to be noticed by more women than one might think).

Whether you call it self-assurance, confidence or something else…have the right mixture of this ingredient and you will be noticed, regardless of looks (assuming reasonableness) or other physical qualities.

Now perhaps this seems simple enough. But this trait is infinitely complex and involves a subset of qualities that must exist to be effective. It’s not enough to walk tall and carry a big stick. It’s not about being a cocky prick. It’s not about bragging or the Benz in your garage. Rather, it is a subtle combination of things women will notice.

Its about:

• being confident enough to dish out digs at a woman, tease and poke fun…

• wit…and humor

• charm…

• tact, couth and knowing when and which buttons to push and which no to (but never being afraid to push those buttons when the time is right);

• Its about focusing on them rather than talking about yourself (at least at first);

• the ability to carry on a conversation, even when the woman cant;

• being bold, not meak. (want to raise a certain issue, or ask a certain question?…Be firm and straight up, don’t tip-toe, be shy or insecure);

• It’s about the right touch -- knowing when to pull the trigger and to take action, not asking or waiting for permission.

It’s all of these things and much more. These are just some that the CS believes important. Women of course have and notice certain others. But all of them will operate around these same principles and are interconnected. To identify and describe the particulars of these attributes isn’t always easy. And some naturally have them, while others struggle to learn them. But whether one is able to describe them in detail or not… you know it when you see it. And that is something for all guys to remember……because women certainly do.

Lilly Pt. II

2007-10-16T02:33:00.000-07:00

The office wasn’t too long a ride from our romp outside. Judging from our pace, we needed to move the pleasantries elsewhere. Lilly seemed content to go at it further and offered to take me into her mouth. After a brief discussion, we both questioned such wisdom and went for the car.

It was an unusually crisp night, but comfortable enough to have the windows down as we jetted down empty streets. Sitting in the front seat, her long black hair playfully flowed across her face as the wind raced by. She reclined the seat all the way back and looked stunning outstretched against the leather. Coupled with some mellow downbeat tunes, the ambiance and vibe seemed just right.

We managed to keep our hands off one another in the car. But the CS is quite a visual creature and easily noticed certain things that are super sexy to him. The way she gently brushed her hair over her ear as we flew down the streets; the way she glanced at me as her body and legs squirmed from the side to side as she sat reclined; the way her hand slid along my quad and inner thigh, only to quickly retreat back. These subtle yet seductive moves were quite inviting and made the CS hard without almost any touch from her.

It was late, dark and the building was empty. We were unable to contain ourselves any further and began stroking each other on the elevator ride up. Pulling the back of her hair as I kissed her neck, I felt her breasts with one hand. As implants go, not too bad. But still not the CS’ cup of tea. As we stumbled into my office, we sprawled onto a large leather couch-- kissing, groping and fondling one another. She was on the couch facing me as I knelt on the floor and began peeling the tight jeans off her body. They revealed a cute almond shaped belly button, tan tight abs with just enough "somethin…somethin" to make it look that much more delicious. My mouth spent some time probing her belly-- kissing, sucking and biting. Moving slowly downward to her warm and wet slit, I slipped her thong gently to the side and began kissing and licking her lips. She tasted good and I heard moans at each long lick and nibble on her lips and clit.

As I slowly probed further and slipped in a finger, she began to bounce her hips up and down and from side to side. She moaned loud…too loud. Now…normally this is a good thing. But her thrusts, gyrations and moans were so hard and so exaggerated that it was not only painful for me, but a turn-off as well. Now, the CS is no stranger to this in one form or another, so I tried to increase the pressure of my mouth and finger. Perhaps, some adjustment was needed. Perhaps, she wanted a harder sensation or touch. But no…it was discovered that wasn’t it.

To mix it up a bit…with her fine ass, and my penchant for it, I spun her around, ass towards me and began eating her from behind. Feeling her spread cheeks and having her over mouth from behind felt and tasted great. Soon enough, however, she again started thrusting front too back in a harsh manner. Her pubic bone hit my mouth as if to knock out teeth. Her moans and groans increased to a point where it sounded more like a porn shoot. I went at with her like that for quite a while…and at each point she did something akin to the painful biting or thrusting. We did manage to have a hot, albeit rather painful session. Towards the end, when we were both hot n sticky she asked “how do you like to cum”? I was ready to tell her, not only for the sake of cumming…but also so it would just end.

The CS is always fascinated by how women are in bed. What they like? How they like it? Are they meek or meager? Or, are they uninhibited and aggressive? Just seeing a woman I am attracted to makes me think of these questions and imagine all of the answers.

In Lilly’s case, the CS discovered that it wasn’t technique-- it wasn’t a lack of pressure-- it wasn’t anything like this that triggered her painful moves. Rather, like the biting before, it seems that Lilly can get into an aggressive mood very quickly, often not realizing it. She tunes out and doesn’t notice that she may be over-the-top or even causing pain. Selfish? I don’t think so… She appears to have some sort of disconnect when she gets into such a state. It doesn’t appear she is entirely conscious of it. Then again, maybe that’s bullshit and she knows exactly what she is doing. Or, maybe she even thinks that it’s a turn on. Either way, does it strike the CS as “normal”? No…and among other reasons, why she is definitely not a repeater.

2004-04-01T11:54:00.000-08:00

The Cheating Spouse & Values

Invariably, the contents and details contained in this blog will draw the ire of many. One recent comment went some thing like this:

Why did you even get married? What is the problem with one
woman for life? You can mix it up with her. How would she feel
if she knew? How would you feel if she was doing that to you? Think about it for a while.
You probably wouldn't feel as much a person if she needed someone beside
you to satisfy her. That is what marriage says.
You and you alone can satisfy me forever.
Are you still gonna cheat even if your wife has kids? Are you so sex-driven you
can't think about anything else?

First, this is not a manifesto on how to cheat or the benefits of such. Infidelity was not invented by the Cheating Spouse nor is it encouraged. The institution of marriage is also not an issue of dispute. Marriage has many benefits and joys unrelated to sex and physical intimacy. The concept of strict monogamy in marriage, however, is another issue. This concept is a social construct re-inforced with certain religious dogma that is counter to social nature. Once again, in every aspect of our lives we are encouraged to diversify, meet new people, obtain new relationships and foster interaction, except that we must sleep with only one for our entire lives. Why?

"Whats the problem with one woman for the rest of your life?"...well you tell me. Statistics now show that upward of 70% of married men cheat. The stats I recently saw put the figure for woman at some where in the mid 50's. Obviously, there is a problem. If the stats are correct, or anywhere near correct, then cheating is almost the norm, not the other way around. Whether you say people are more selfish nowadays, that they're individualists, or that monogamy is unnatural...a problem of some sort exists. Dont blame the Cheating Spouse for being honest and writing about it.

There are also those, especially men, that struggle with this and torture themselves and their family by being on the fence. That is, wanting to occasionally sleep with someone else, yet because they're consumed with guilt and worry, they wind up neither satisfying their urge nor satisfying their spouse. There spouses usually notice that they are detached, self absorbed and brooding without really knowing why they are so. Does that help a relationship?

Then there are those, usually men, who know that they will stray on occasion and know that resisting will be futile and will ultimately ruin their marriage or relationship. They are discreet, they dont do it often, but they satisfy themselves and dont get attached. As a result, in many cases this makes them happier and their relationship better. Does it always...of course not. Can it ruin a relationship as well...of course. But so can the alternative.

So to those who are "one women men," I salute you. That is certainly admirable and much more difficult than yielding to temptation. But everyone's reality is different...

2004-03-31T20:16:00.000-08:00

Tappen Off the Company Pier

Naturally, I heard the ole..."you dont shit where you eat..." and other variations about mixing work with... well....with pleasure at work. "Too dangerous" they say..."Too uncomfortable..." and on and on...this would of course doubly apply to us "married" types because that just magnifies the risk, or so the theory goes.

But then one ponders: "if your married...and work is not an option... where the hell else is one to find hot attractive chicks to bed?" "Hookers" u say? ..."Massage parlors?" For everyone of those suggestions the risks double; not only from safety concerns but legal implications and on and on. Plus, those chicks want "Benjamin Franklin's" pecker not your pathetic one. This does not work for the Cheating Spouse.

Moreover, we are not talking about a quasi-married guy who can go out when ever he wants and go picking up chicks. That aint reality for most of us "family" types.

I know what your thinking...what about the way we were introduced to Mona? Well...yes...good shit does happen. In this City, it happens fairly often....but the Cheating Spouse does not have the opportunity to go out chasing "Mona's" on a daily basis. Those just fall in his lap...sometimes. Opportunities at work, on the other hand, are created and controlled.

The bottom line is that there is no safe way. Is it risky? Fuck yes?! Risk losing your job? Fucken aye...yes! Risk a potential harassment suit? Damn skimpy straight! ...but whats the alternative? This of course presupposes that you have asked urself, and answered in the negative, the following key question "Can I see myself sleeping only with my wife for the next fifty years??" Ask yourself this one out loud...kinda has a whole different ring to it that way.

So...whats the motto here? Well none perhaps. But if you made the decision to fuck around and dont include work opportunities, ur gonna drive urself batty because those are likely the only opportunities that your gonna get. (Unless of course u prefer trolling for street walkers and grungy masseuses ). Be discreet, be picky and be smart. You stand a better shot that way... especially if it's at work.

More on "Tuesday's" with Mona soon...interesting and quite hot.

Feel free to let the Cheating Spouse know what kinda of an asshole he is or provide your other thoughts and comments.

Tappen Rachel....

2004-03-30T15:50:00.002-08:00

TAPPING RACHEL

Its the afternoon and I wont have any other time to write today. In fact, wont have time to even post this until later...

So had lunch with Rachel today...kept it pretty brief since she is on strict time but had time to make out and get a hummer. Thats a lunch to look forward to...I mean any chick that jumps all over your pole, swallows and then says "thank you," is a true winner.

So this "Rachel" thing started shortly after that happy hour I posted about earlier...major flirting ensued, major shit talking followed that, which eventually led to tequila shots at the bar. She looked great anyway, but after getting way hammered and donning the "beer goggles"... half the women in the place looked smoking. Ill tell you... wittiness goes far with chicks. Giving them some shit....in a keen way, and assuming they have a decent sense of humor, it'll get you faster into their thong's then ur pecks or abs....being clever and a wordsmith piques interest fast.

Not much planning by me that night...didn't know what to expect exactly. So given our alcohol content we ended up in her car making out like to teenage rabbits. It was interesting watching her peel off skin tight jeans with those long tan legs and with barely any room to spread them in the car. Who ever invented those tight ass hugging jeans that all the hot chicks (and some heffers unfortunately) wear...I say "thankeeeeeeew!."

She actually proceeded quite boldly by playing with herself as I watched, as if teasing me. Always great to have a chick that is so uninhibited and confident...it was hot. She then put a finger inside herself and eventually placed it in my mouth...very hot. This continued for quite a while and ended with a nice bj and her first "thank you." How polite! We have been friendly since.

Did not actually do the deed that night. Too many problems and lack of planning. But there is always the next night.

So thats how it began there...Now, you say " a hummer today and then off to Mona for somethin maybe later. Is the Cheating Spouse's life always so good...?" Answer: No, not always...and often its more frustrating then you can imagine. (More on this and other philosophical bable in later posts). But you take the opportunities as you get em...

More on Mona....hopefully tomorrow. Ill be asking for all of u guys and gals reading for assistance in juggling all of this...I'll need it.

2004-03-29T20:18:00.000-08:00

Couching this Blog with words that wont completely expose me is harder than i thought. But such is the price to pay for the cheating ways.

Mona is up tomorrow night...scheming about that as I write. Likely wont post about that until Wednesday. Though more about Rachel tomorrow.

I am tired...yet horny, and still have to find creative ways for tomorrow night. Stay tuned....

2004-03-29T15:44:00.000-08:00

So another work week begun and more shit to do. Had so much work that didn't wanna risk venturing outside my office as that is always fodder for distraction.

Thought about Mona a few times. I mean I don't even know her, she could be psycho...probably is...but the way we met and the way we talked, all I could really think about was how she was in bed. When I meets a woman like that...its all he can think about...not how I would like to fuck her or what I would like...I already know that. No...Is she moaner or a screamer? Does she like to please? Is she kinky, fetishes? Hmnmn...we shall see.

On the other front, there's Rachel. Young...hot and the receptionist. Details you say? Ok...5'8 dark black hair, 115-20 maybe, 24, firm tits, tan and with a bubble for an ass you just want to pop. The kind of ass that winks at you as it passes by. I mean the curvature of the thing is just unreal...but firm... tight and small. She started working here not to long ago and we met over happy hour with some of the others. This thing just started up in a flash: everyone had a few drinks, she started teasing me and giving me some shit, I dished right back and there it was...I don't even think she knew I was married at that point. Even when she did know, it didn't matter for long. More on that later...

Its all bullshit....if you get to know a girl nowadays, at least in this City, if she wont fuck you...its because she is not all that attracted to you. Otherwise, its a blatant fuck-fest...whether your attached or not. The whole lifestyle here really fucks with you... its not reality...There's a hotter chick every minute, wanting to hook up or whatever...but if you grew up here...it is reality...your reality...even if its not like it anywhere else.

More on the haps with Rachel later....As for Mona, the reality of marriage does soon kicks in. What....guilt you say? No...not guilt! Its the fucking frustration of trying to work things out...where to fuck? how much time to devote? How many lies to tell? Keeping track of the lies! A world of complications exist for Cheating Spouse!

But is there really any other way...

2004-03-28T11:23:00.000-08:00

Two clear opportunities exist this week: the girl from the bar, lets call her Mona; and the receptionist from work, Rachel.

Work...a whole other story. If the City isn't a distraction enough, the skirts at the office will make you loopy. Funny thing, I never quite realized how status changed the game completely until after graduate school. Married or not, when you attain status, eyebrows begin to raise.

My first post grad job was with a young firm. Young guys and young girls made up most of the staff with the principles in their 30's or 40's. Your in your 20's you get a nice corner office with a view and some status and everyone else in the office notices, especially all of the young and not so young woman. This place was better than any pick up bar. No lies, no gimmicks, everyone knew who everyone else was and what they wanted. Marriage? Most of the women didn't care whether they were married or if you were. You wound up spending so much time together that it was just a matter of time before you started pounding each other.

This morning my interest piqued and I decided to call Mona just a few minutes ago. We had a brief but interesting conversation. She is definitely wild and uninhibited. She started in with smart ass comments on what the SFO thought of me calling. Threw some banter back her way and asked why she didn't ask the SFO at the club on Friday. Anyway, drinks on Tuesday. This girl is ready to go, she wants to punch and in a bad way. And although you never know...It seems like it will be hot and wet. We'll see....

More on her and Rachel later...

2004-03-27T21:31:00.000-08:00

Was with the significant other ("SFO") at some hot and trendy establishments last night. She looked good no doubt...but so did almost every other chick dressed in hot pants, halter tops or skin tight hip-hugging jeans.

This City is just not conducive to remaining faithful...there are too many distractions, too many hot woman, too much time and way too much opportunity. It almost seems like an exercise in futility to even try staying faithful.

I noticed one girl eying me as I was bumping and grinding with the SFO on the dance floor. She must have known that I was attached given how we were dancing and by the rock that was clearly visible on the SFO's finger. It was so packed and so hot, that you could see sweat dripping onto the dance floor. But everyone seemed real blitzed and didn't give a shit anyway.

The mutual smiles and stares continued for several songs and she finally came over sometime later after she saw the SFO go to the bathroom. With the amount of people there, and the line to the women's bathroom, it would take her a long while to get back. We had a brief talk, I told her that I was attached, but she gave me her number anyway. She had a smoking body and a cute face...I knew I had to follow up.

Guilt, you may ask?...that line was crossed a long time ago and it fades fast. The CS will call her this week.

2004-03-27T17:46:00.000-08:00

So lets evaluate this..."marriage equals: sleeping with one person for the rest of your life?" Nevermind that your told to make new connections-- meet new people--whether its for business or social purposes, in every other part of your life.

No, for this great endeavor we are suppose to unite with one person forever. Really? How successful a recipe does that sound like for any other of our other relationships? Cling on to just one business client do we? Or to just one friend? No...we wouldn't dare do that. Ah...but...sleep with someone outside the marriage...thats a no...no..

I just dont think so.... This is Cheating Spouses'("CS"). You'll be let into every aspect and detail of it.

2005-10-27T11:06:00.000-07:00

Linda

Someone once said that you shouldn't apologize for not blogging enough. Seems like the right approach and one that will save everyone from a multitude of excuses. Besides, the CS again recalls an insightful comment from a gentleman who was asked why he never talks about his problems? He said "...problems? Because half the people don't care...and the other half are happy that you have them."

The CS first saw Linda in a meeting of sorts with a host of other people. Though the occasion did not involve the ability to socialize all too much, she caught my roving eye. Straight long black hair, about 5'6 or 5'7, firm, tight and with her wonderfully defined lips, my attraction was instant. With dark skin and eyes, and a "look" that was refreshing from the blonde clones usually encountered in the City, Linda was hot. Great posture and poise not only made her eye-popping body stand out, but also demonstrated confidence and a certain grace. Her walk, her talk, and her legs and ass raised some eyebrows...most certainly mine.

She was of middle eastern decent, although judging by her flawless English, she wasn't born there. Given this information, and drawing on prior experience, the CS was required to inspect two areas closely: The forearms and the small of the back. Both were pretty and silky smooth...no fuzz or a noticeable thicket. If those two areas are clear, one is generally assured of not waking up with "sasquatch" in the morning.

A few glances and stares between us appeared to be the beginning of something. But it was neither the time, place or occasion. Fortunately, I had access to her number and gave her a call a few days later. And though we didn't really know one another, we knew of each other. The conversation was light but had enough flavor to confirm the mutual interest.

An agreement to a cocktail after work was ultimately reached. The CS was very curios as to what Linda was like in the bedroom...what she liked, how she moved.

This time the CS wasn't disappointed.

2007-10-14T17:46:00.000-07:00

Lilly Pt. I

So the CS has been gone for quite a while. Rather than dwell on the reasons for this, the CS will dive right in with a relatively recent encounter.

With straight dark black hair and tan skin, Lilly looked quite exotic. She was of average height, with deep black eyes, a perfectly straight nose and incredibly defined lips and mouth that were mesmerizing. Her lips were thin…but not too thin. When she spoke her lips slyly curled around her teeth revealing a wicked smile. The kind of mouth that made me imagine its pleasures…

Her body was hot. Although not too tall, she seemed well proportioned. Fit, with nice legs, a beautiful ass and striking face. The only thing the CS could have done without were the obvious implants. They weren’t too big or awkward, but they clearly weren’t hers. But I digress. That is just the CS’ perspective…others would have hardly noticed.

Now the CS can’t divulge with too much detail as to how we met. Suffice it to say, however, that it was a result of “business.” We had never met before, and although it seemed that there was chemistry, there were serious matters to be discussed which didn’t lend to flirting. What kind of “chemistry” you say? The little things…the mannerisms, the way of speaking, a certain touch. The little things that all of us know, yet sometimes don’t pick up on…or don’t want to admit that we do.

Only several weeks later did the opportunity present itself to delve deeper into Lilly’s brain, and subsequently… her nether regions. And although the circumstances of how this became must be left unsaid, we ultimately had a good laugh as to the formality and the ultimate attraction to one another at our first meeting.

We had drinks at a hip restaurant bar and went for a walk shortly thereafter. It didn’t take long to discover that Lilly wasn’t shy… Outside, at a few discreet yet public spots our hands were all over one another. We had a good vibe, the alcohol was flowing and so were our libidos. My hands were over the mid to small portion of her back as we were kissing and groping. And though it was night, it wasn’t too difficult to be spotted by passerbys. Not only was she comfortable with the situation, but the CS noticed that Lilly was quite aggressive. She was not in a gentle mood and her hands began to firmly squeeze and explore every part of my body. And those oh so lovely lips…well they had a mind of their own…biting my lips and mouth so hard that it made me wince on several occasions. Even though she knew how to kiss and how to handle her self, she did get in this type of “zone” where she had spurts of sexual aggression that led me to take control to bring the level back down to where I thought was more appropriate.

My hand ventured over her amazing ass and struggled inside her tight jeans as we stood in the dead of night. I had the overwhelming desire to feel the roundness of her shape and firmness of her tight ass. As I squeezed and caressed, I noticed how exceptionally good it felt. How tight…how firm…it was almost as if it squeezed right back at me.
Meanwhile, her tongue was swirling around in my mouth as she was grabbing the back of my head and rubbing her body close to mine. Eventually, her palm was over my cock rubbing through my clothes lengthwise along the shaft. After a few minutes, she unzipped the fly, managed her way through to my cock and began massaging. The warm feel of her hand was so good and the friction of her skin, coupled with the pre-cum emanating from my cock, provided for the ultimate sensation as she stroked.

My hands eventually loosened her jeans and found their way to the front of her thong. Her pussy was hot and I could feel her wetness. As I managed to slip one finger along the inside of her lips, I could feel how wet and hot she was. And I also noticed how long we had been going at it and where it was heading. We couldn’t continue the way we were going there in public. But the CS didn’t make any special plans for that night. And things couldn’t just be left where they were at that point. So where to go? We were on my car that night.

...there was only one place to go.

2004-04-26T00:14:00.000-07:00

Natasha's Touch/Rachel's Weekend

About the only people more dangerous than those at the local coffee shop are the drivers in this City. One notices a variety of activities on the road, many of which have little to do with driving. Some put on make-up, some shave, some talk on the phone (recently saw three people in a car all talking on separate phones), and of course, others flirt. The CS is not immune from such behavior...most notably with respect to the latter.

Recently, a few interesting road side opportunities presented themselves. Here's one of them...

At the end of a particularly hectic day, I was stuck in some nasty fwy-way traffic. Crappy as that situation was, things changed as two girls slowly engaged me in some traffic-tango at 10 miles per hour. They would pass, smile and move forward. I would pull ahead, catch a glimpse, smile and move on. This continued for a slow mile and I thought we had lost each other at one point. They caught up of though and the passenger rolled down the window and decided to draw first blood with some comment about my car. I noticed an obvious, yet sexy accent, and we continued to exchange some feisty banter.

This culminated with me asking who was going to take who out for dinner. After some giggles and consultation with her friend, she told me that I should be the one to take her. She wouldnt give me a phone number but took down my digits instead. The whole freeway fiasco lasted for a while and was good for nearly 3 accidents as we attempted to see who would out wit the other.

Surprisingly, she called me later that evening. "Natasha" is 24, from Czechoslovakia and staying with a friend while visiting the City. We talked on the phone while her friend (the driver) occasionally came on the line with some ball busting commentary. Turns out that Natasha is really the perfect opportunity...young, attractive, willing and visiting for only a month before returning back home.

We decided to meet at one of the hottest night spots around and agreed that we would both bring a friend. Now discreet as I may be, everyone needs a close friend to confide in and share certain aspects of their lives. "Josh" and I go way back and he remains such a friend. He knows of my activities and remains loyal and non-judgmental.

We met the girls late in the evening. The club was packed, the music was blaring and the crowd...well...the crowd was hot as usual. In fact, the amount of rubbernecking required at this place definitely makes one susceptible to whiplash. Right off the bat Josh whined that Natasha's friend "Stacy" was a "double bagger" (i.e. the kind so ugly that she requires two bags over her head before you fuck her...just in case the first bag breaks). But his job that night was to "fall on the grenade" for me anyway.

The music was so loud and it was so crowded that there wasnt much opportunity to talk. So the four of us drank hard. As Josh pounded more and more, so did Stacy, and we all decided to go grind away on the dance floor. The hot and sweaty dance session lasted for quite a while and I eventually saw Josh macking on Stacy's mouth. Natasha and I were all over each other to... yet it felt softer and not quite so obvious. Natasha and I eventually took a breather while Josh continued his dance floor romp with Stacy. They were both obviously toasted and sloppy with one another.

Josh is successful, good looking and great friend with a big heart. But often he is a prime example why being single doesnt necessarily equal happiness. (more on that another time). But Josh has a beautiful house with a with a breathtaking view of the City, which we agreed to take advantage of ahead of time if the opportunity presented itself. I suggested to Natasha that we blow the club and go to his place. She didnt blink an eye, and we went to drag Josh and Stacy off the dance floor.

When we finally got back to Josh's pad, both he and Stacy were wasted. Without hesitating, he took Stacy into his bedroom and closed the door, leaving Natasha and I to fend for ourselves.

Now...Natasha is classically beautiful. Dark black hair...blue eyes, cascading long hair, lean with perky breasts and long legs. Her best feature is her face...which I thought was rather striking...beautiful cheek bones, nose and eyes. She definitely had a noticeable European look and style about her.

We both had a great buzz going and we didnt waste any time. I was on a plush couch with a tremendous view of the flickering lights outside. Natasha straddled me from above, hiked her skirt above her hips and started grinding in a slow circular motion. She was real deliberate and sensual in the way she moved and it got me hard quickly. My hands where on her hips massaging and caressing when she took one of my hands an placed it inside her panties, rubbing and grinding her pussy lips against my fingers. She kept her hand on mine guiding and directing in the exact motion that she wanted against her pussy and I felt her get wetter and wetter against my skin. We kissed lightly...everything was soft, sexy and sensual. She unzipped my pants and stroked my cock with these long strokes from the base all the way up to the head where she would stop and squeeze just that little bit harder...then back down again. She seemed to know exactly where the sensitive spot was and squeezed it just right before knowing when to release. It didnt take long for my pre-cum to add the perfect lubrication to her technique and she continued at it slow and firm till my head just became to senstaive to her touch. She then began rubbing the head against her wet lips and clit...teasing it, not letting it inside...but flicking and gliding it against herself. I sensed both of our breathing increase with each glide against her smooth lips.

She pulled her thong off to the side and raised herself slightly to put me inside of her. She did this ever so slowly... letting me inside her slowly...centimeter by centimeter, squeezing her muscles as I entered deeper and deeper. The slow pace felt so good against my cock that I just let her do her thing. She was so adept at guiding and directing that I just let her run the show.

The entire experience was sensual and slow. Never did it get rough or fast...no matter which position we switched to...she had slow and deliberate movements that teased and felt so good. It not only made for an extremely long and hot fuck session, but one that was more intense and intimate than usual. So intense and so hot the session that I came for so long and in such a way that I thought I was going to bust a vessel in my brain.

The night really ended the next morning, and I eventually went to breakfast with Josh. As usual, we exchanged stories, had some fun discussions, and he of course claimed that I was the only reason that he nailed the Double Bagger. But we both knew he would do it all over again.

As for me, I enjoyed my night with Natasha, but knew that I couldnt see her again. In many respects, she was the perfect opportunity and the perfect lay...especially since she was in town for only a month. No strings and no problems. But whether it was her style, sensual approach, or some other reason, I sensed that I could get attached to her. And even if it only lasted a month, that kind of attachment would be unhealthy and against the "rules."

A Night with Rachel

The CS "pulled the trigger" and decided to take Rachel up on her offer, with a slight modification. One day and night, not three. She agreed and plans are in the works. Anything more than one night would likely increase emotional involvement and lead to "issues." We'll see what happens.

2006-05-14T17:25:00.000-07:00

MASTERBATION CUTS CANCER RISK

The CS thinks he started surpassing these daily relief requirments sometime in his teens...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/3072021.stm

2005-01-03T01:02:00.000-08:00

New Year Haps

The New Year brings new possibilities and closes the door on old ones. Granted, the CS has not been very "blogger friendly" over the last few months.
But the CS does appreciate the comments, emails and interest over his whereabouts.

So to end the speculation, lets just briefly start off with what it aint:

1. the CS isnt dead;
2. the CS has not been caught by the SFO;
3. the CS's testicles have not fallen off, nor has a communicable disease "come-a-knockin";
4. the "pussy well" has not gone dry;
5. the CS has not mangled his digits in a combine (creative as this may be);
6. and no, the CS has not forgotten his blogger password.

A combination of several things contributed to the inactivity, not the least of which were travel and procrastination.

Tara, Illene and Shananon kept the CS busy to round out the year...And Since I don't like to leave things undone, I will post on them before going any further. Details will hopefully follow within a week or two. Yes, I hear the calls of "bullshit" already. But give your local philanderer a break...the CS would rather post details as he remember them, not mere snippets.

2004-10-13T14:34:00.000-07:00

Recent comment: damn dude there is no way one guy can get this much action. I read the whole blog and you are either a real creative writer or I suck at picking up chicks.......

Thanks for the note. Probably neither, however.

The CS has answered this before, but some additional thoughts came oozing out of my fingertips when reading the above. Not specifically to the commenter, but in general.

First. Many feel that "hooking-up" with 7 or 8 women in as many months is somehow staggering. Granted, this frequency is not common in those that are married. But in this city it is not uncommon in any other respect. I just choose to write about it in detail. Somehow, I think, reading about those deatils gives a perception of it being more than it really is.

For the CS it has never been a "numbers game." There is no conscious desire for conquest, or satisfaction of ego. (to those who raise an eyebrow...yes, the CS recognizes that the subconscious can be a funny thing, however.) In one respect, I live in a way that works for me and is based on what I need, what I want and what I enjoy. I also specifically know what interests me and what attracts me. It is therefore easy for me to spot something that I want when it's in front of me. (I personally think that some people, both men and women, have no clue what they really want, despite their insistence to the contrary). The only question that remains for me is whether to pursue it or not. Otherwise, there is no confusion, anxiety or discomfort.

Second. Although I only mention them in passing, there are occasions where opportunities do not work out for the CS at all. Some woman may not be attracted, some are not willing to be with a married man, and some for other reasons. These situations do happen. And because they are less likely to be of interest, I haven't devoted too many words to them. (perhaps this may change in future posts, however).

Also, the key is not about being good at "..picking up chicks." Even if one is good at this, it can often be apparent what the intentions are. It's more about wit, charm, listening, teasing, watching and feeling - not only for whether you're really attracted and want someone, but whether they will be susceptible to your attributes to begin with. By this the CS does not mean to sound conceited, or to imply that he has some mystical powers or grandiose opposite sex theory. Hardly...just something that works for me.

Finally, the big issue with people not meeting whom they want has much to do with fear and lack of confidence. Both women and men seem to describe confidence as a super sexy and appealing quality. Yet most yield to their fear of rejection rather than to pursue what they want. They'll give it try, they'll get shot down...and then they're crushed and become afraid.

But if someone you approach is not interested in you, is that really rejection?
Someone once wrote something that makes good sense in this respect. The CS recalls it went something like this:

If you get the cold shoulder from someone you just met, can that really be rejection? They don't know you - they don't know your personality - or what you believe in - or how you think - or what you value - or how you live your life. On the other hand, if you lived with someone for many years and they send you packing because they do know your thoughts - your beliefs, and every other fiber and nook and cranny of your being...well...then that in fact is rejection.

So when someone's lack of interest in you is based on a first impression or a quick intro, that's not rejection...that's just life.

When one's "...fear of rejection is outweighed by his fear of regret, he will start doing what he really wants to do." Not my quote...but perhaps a motto to live by in any context.

2004-09-25T10:32:00.000-07:00

Lustful men are little devils, but women are often tramps

All too common...

2004-09-17T11:03:00.000-07:00

Boundaries

The CS is often fascinated with women's sexual activities, their wants, desires and dislikes. There is something that is so raw and genuine about such behavior. A far cry from the phony bullshit we present to one another daily.

Along similar lines as my April 7th post, there are certain women who struggle with their sexuality by erecting walls and boundaries that make little sense to the CS. These women may be quite sexual... in fact they may have a sexual kink that they deem quite hot and appropriate. But they get offended at another sexual act, even if it is objectively less kinky or intense.

On a few occasions, I have been in situations where a harmless sexual move or act was considered offensive, for no apparent reason. Something that you would never predict to be an issue...something that came out of the blue...something completely random and with seemingly no logic or reason. (The CS confirmed these by running them by a few male and female friends).

Now...everyone has his or her likes and dislikes, no doubt. But for whatever reason, some sexual experiences between men and women create the same type of confusion and misunderstanding that we have with one another in relationships in general. Must this type of drama carry on over into the bedroom? Why get offended (at least at something that most would consider harmless...we are not talking about pain or physical discomfort either).

For the CS, these experiences have been few and far between...yet still very noticeable. Perhaps, these type of women still struggle with issues of "control" and what they should or should not be doing in the bedroom. Perhaps, some have just had bad experiences that make them sensitive. Or, perhaps it is the guy's fault in any given situation. But whatever it is, must sex get so complicated? Isn't whatever "feels pleasurable," rather than what "mental images or hang-ups" are conjured up, a better guide to sexuality?

Guys have their own issues, much of which are socially engineered and created. So we dont entirely get a free pass on this one either. But for the most part, guys enjoy everything in the sexual arena--provided that it feels good, and that it does not involve their ass. A motto perhaps shared by many women as well. Apparently not quite that simple for some of the female persuasion, however.

Then again, maybe this rant makes sense only to the CS.

2004-09-13T11:51:00.000-07:00

Tara

Seems that the office parking garage is as good a place as any to meet people these days. With all those cars, all those bodies, and the eons spent in the elevator with them, you can eventually get to know someone quite well.

Tara is new to the building and works for one of the advertising companies. Parking just a few spaces down, the CS noticed her on several occasions, and a conversation was eventually to be had. Nothing serious--harmless chatter for the most part. But as our run-ins became more frequent...so did the flirtatious banter.

Today, she suggested I stop by for a company soiree at a local hotspot. Harmless enough...and I am not yet sure at her interest level.

...but the CS can sense the possibilities.

2004-09-06T10:28:00.000-07:00

Sara II & Steppin Back

Sara came all over my mouth and she was deliciously sweet and tangy. Her taste against my lips and tongue was incredible as I could feel just a hint of her prickly hair beginning to sprout in a few spots.

The CS was super hard at the site of her pretty pussy and at her luscious groans. After her body downshifted a bit, she had this wonderful smile on her face that I mentioned before. She was still hot and it was a mischievous look. She saw that I was rock hard and she went straight for it.

As sexy as she is, Sara is young and it so showed. She aimed to please and was as enthusiastic as can be. But being inside her mouth was like running your fingers through razor blades. She didnt quite have the technique down...too much suction, or too little....too fast and then too slow...and most of all, she couldnt quite figure out the "teeth placement" thing. The CS is all for an intentional nibble across the shaft or the head. Not only does it feel good, but watching a woman do it, mouth open with teeth across the skin is so visually hot...something animalistic and so sexy. Repeated thrusts up against the molars, however, the CS can do without.

After feeling like I was getting head from the "jaws of life," I tried slowing things down and guiding her just a touch. A slight movement here and there, and a light toggle of her head seemed to do the trick for a while, but not for long. I appreciated her effort, but to avoid lacerations, I figured it was time to move on.

She was so cute and tight, that I just wanted her right on top of me... and it was so easy to just pick her up and plant her on me. She rode me quite well sliding up and down as my hands were on her ass spreading and pushing her downwards The CS has said it before....the sight of a woman on top riding up and down is wonderful. And with Sara it was no exception...her beautiful stomach, tits and face were for the viewing and was enough to send anyone over the edge.

I was on the floor, flat on my back, and at first she was on top with her face and upper body next to mine, kissing my lips and neck. As we got hotter the pace quickened and I was pushing down on her hips as she was bounced on top of me. The hottest thing was mixing this position up and having her sit straight up and squatting up and down as I entered her...then pulling myself out completely and have her squat back down. This can be quite painful if done really fast and one of you miss the other. But our speed was just perfect and Sara was excellent in that respect...feeling her muscles tighten on the downstroke was incredible as I came intensly inside of her. Both sweaty and sticky once again, she fell with her face next to mine as I remained inside her for quite a while. We pecked back and forth as I eventually slid out of her...

Steppin Back

Sara was sweet, fun and super hot to hook up with. We got together several times over a period of a few weeks and she was very accommodating. Soon... any "oral" issues disappeared and the sex just got hotter.

However, there was too much going on with the CS leading up to Sara. Too many escapades, too many opportunities, too many drinks, and a bit too much indulgance. Getting sloppy was inevitable at that pace. So to avoid going down the dreaded "spiral," the CS decided to step back for a month or so. "Steppin-back" really is an additional "Rule." It's easy for the CS, or anyone for that matter, to get carried away, and become too self-involved, too self-absorbed and too indulgant. When that happens, mistakes will be made and someone will get hurt. I needed to take a step back, take a breath and simplify. Otherwise complications, issues and problems were likely to arise.

How much time to take? I dunno...perhaps different for each personality and situation. The point is to realize it and take the time sooner rather than later.

For those who have inquired, this is why the CS has been quiet for the last month or so. The period of reflection, however, is complete...and the CS is back.

2004-08-21T14:08:00.000-07:00

The CS Shall be back...please be patient.

...and thanks for the interest.

2004-07-28T14:23:00.000-07:00

Female testers needed for orgasm machine

Hmmm...if u ladies need this, I guess most guys really cant find the "spot."

Testers needed for orgasm machine

2004-07-11T11:34:00.000-07:00

Questions & Comments

Rather than post about another recent escapade, the CS thought he would address a question, and comment on some developments.

A reader recently wrote:

I have been reading your posts and they are great...
I have been very careful in my selections but I want to know how you do soo much and still stay free of getting caught? How long have you been doing this? How often do you do it? Just wondering.. Thank you.

Thanks for reading and the comment.
I have mentioned what I do and the rules I follow, and my belief is that they eliminate the unnecessary risk and traps we can create by engaging in this behavior. I can't exactly say "how often" because I don't have a game plan to meet or cheat at specific times. I have been doing what I do for several years and have not had any issues, but that doesn't mean that I wont in the future. Certain things happen on occasion, and when they do, I take advantage of them. Sometimes I don't and just let them lie. And sometimes things don't work out at all. I am not saying there is a scientific formula for cheating. But I see people getting "caught" for reasons they could and should have avoided.

Having said that, cheating is a risky proposition either way. No matter how strictly I follow my rules or anyone else's, I cant eliminate the risk. You might run into to someone you wouldn't expect while getting sloppy over a few drinks with someone else. Or, someone may spot you in an unflattering situation and it may get back to the SFO. Too many intangibles. And although you can and must take necessary steps and precautions, being paranoid is not helpful either. If the worry and fear is so overwhelming, then its hardly worth doing it. Not everyone should cheat, even if they desire to do so. I think for some people it will just be a source of confusion and frustration if they do.

Personally, I realize that I am only in control as much as I can be in any given situation. There is always another person involved and other circumstances which are beyond my control. The risk cant be eliminated...plain and simple, and I think it is key to realize this from the very beginning. I try to be as discreet and as smart as I can. But if someone's worry and fear is so overwhelming, I would advise against it. If one decides to cheat, they should derive either pleasure, or something else that they seek. If, however, all they manage to do is create worry and paranoia, then they have just added another serious problem to their lives.

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Developments

Pre-occupation with several matters have made posts few and far between as of late. The CS is working to get back into proper "blog" form once again. Also, interestingly enough, I had my first enounter with someone referring this blog back to me. Now, without going into any details, it is still safe mentioning that fact here, or else I wouldn't do so. But ah...the "web" we weave.

As for recent activities, one encounter was very hot, and another did not work out at all.

I met "Sara" at starbucks (no, not "Daphene's" coffee shop)while she was reading and sipping on a frap. And while you all know that the CS is a big proponent of hip-hugging jeans, the "juicy suit" ensemble may just take the cake. Casual and quite appropriate for getting attention at your local coffee bean, Sara is blonde, tan, and a petite 5'3 or 5'4. The form fitting sweats accentuate her tight legs and flat stomach, and there is nothing better than discreetly figuring out the stenciling on a women's butt as she walks by in that outfit.

A conversation was to be had about her choice of books, and things progressed from there. We met up last week....more on her in the next post.

As for the other encounter? All was well until the cards were put on the table. Lets just say she wasn't impressed by the marriage factor. Fair enough.