Ok. About me? Well, I hate television. The commercials made me feel like I’ve been hit in the head with a sack of nickels, not to mention the “quality” of the shows themselves. I love to read; non-fiction, ancient and medieval history mostly, plus a large helping of World War II history. In the realm of fiction, I love Umberto Eco, Italo Calvino, Pearl S. Buck, Flannery O’Connor, Howard Philips Lovecraft, plus the classics of literature; Voltaire, Petronius Arbiter (for pure love of sex, try his Satyricon), Montaigne, Goethe, plus too many more to mention. In addition, I love books for themselves; the feel and touch of old, beautifully made books is something incomparable. I have over 3000 at the moment, and am always adding more. I collect and repair old wristwatches and pocketwatches; mostly Swiss, but I love old Timex and Seiko as well.
I’m an animal lover. Cats and dogs share my home, but I love all animals, big and small. Were I Emperor, I would execute quite readily anyone who hurt or abused a helpless animal. And, yes, that includes hunters. Hunting has no justification other than those who are its proponents love to kill. Period. And, yes, I’m a vegetarian, so save your breath. But, now is not the time for this.
I’m fascinated by the religious/mystical traditions of man, and disgusted by many of them. However, the idea of connecting with something higher than oneself, through ritual, ceremony, meditation, invocation, et all, appeals to me greatly. Thus many of the books in my library deal with the occult (read: hidden) side of human experience; alchemy, ceremonial magic, latent abilities, etc. I’m uninterested in New Age “mysticism” such as Kabbalah, Tantra, and the like. At least, I’m uninterested in the quick and easy way these are portrayed to modern seekers. Both, Kabbalah and Tantra, are ancient, esoteric systems meant for adepts - those who have dedicated a lifetime to the study and understanding of their requisite precursors - not those with a casual interest. By revealing the secrets and exposing them to those who will not understand them, those secrets are diminished and lose the power inherent to them. What a shame. I’ve never been wholly attached to any religion, per se, though for the last few years I have become more and more an exponent of Tibetan Buddhism. It is a beautiful system of thought and action, and is filled with sensible, plain spoken advice for the now and the later.
All this leads to my interest in altered states of consciousness. Drugs of course are what most people will think of. That’s not wholly incorrect, but there is more to it. The random, haphazard and incautious ingestion of mind altering substances is like mixing a number of chemicals in a test tube and shaking it. Something will happen. You just don’t know what. What I’m speaking of is the deliberate alteration of one’s mental process, via physical or mental processes, exoteric or esoteric instruction. To meditate and suddenly to achieve a heightened awareness is something worth pursuing. Rare, maybe, but once you’ve done it, for even a second, you’ll want to do it again.
And, then, of course, comes sex. Something we all seek. Pleasure. Pleasure in physical, and, sometimes, mental, delight of bodies connected. I think sex gets a bad rap as an act of love. Certainly, it can be. Sex between people who love one another is exquisite. It’s a way to become ever closer. But sex is also just plain fun. Between consenting adults, there is little that can equal it by way of pure pleasure.
I am utterly enthralled by women. The way they move, the way they speak and feel and taste; it drives me, and most other guys, almost to distraction. To feel a woman’s body, to run hands over the small of her back and downward to cup and squeeze her buttocks, to feel her nipples hard against my palms or between my fingers or lips, to slide hands upward on soft, warm thighs as my lips move down over a soft, downy belly, all these are enough to put me into a state of near ecstasy.
But, I must confess myself as prejudiced. While I have no one ideal body type, I am drawn to the female bottom more than any other part. Big bottoms, or small ones, I love them all. There is nothing I love more than to take my girl straight from the shower, her skin still pink and warm and damp, wrapped in nothing more than a towel, and lead her to the bed, a chair, even a counter, and there take her towel from her, letting my hands draw her to me as they run over her breasts, and press her butt against me so she can feel how achingly hard I am. Then, to bend her over at the waist, maybe to ask her to move onto all fours, and then kneel behind her, kissing my way up from the backs of her knees, to her thighs and the wonderful little creases below her buttocks. Then squeezing them in both hands, kissing, kneading, going further, my fingers running between her legs, gently, teasingly at first, then rubbing and pressing, one finger, then two, while my tongue finds it’s way between her cheeks, to kiss and to lick, to give pleasure to her most secret place. This, I could do for hours.
But, I admit I want more. When she is ready, I give her one final kiss, and then stand, my cock straining, so hard it hurts, and let it rub against her, sliding between her legs, feeling the hot, wetness of her. Unable to stand it any longer I run the head between her lips and push in, wanting to groan from the exquisite grip of her, the wetness and warmth. Then, more and more of me is inside her, until my balls rest against her clit. This is where we move together, me withdrawing, she pulling away. I thrust, she thrusts, and my cock goes deep inside her with one motion. Then, we are in sync. I hold her hips as she moves, and watch the sight of my cock plunging in and out of her, her little anus peeking from between her cheeks, wanting a touch perhaps.
And then, when she is ready, a final thrust and I pull out, and letting my cock rest between her cheeks, I cum so hard it makes me see stars, squirting onto her back, her butt until I’m weak-kneed. Then, a quick shower, a rest, a snack maybe, but no clothes, and we’re ready once again.
Don’t get me wrong, I love sex in whatever way it happens. To feel her mouth taking my cock is incomparable. Sometimes just her hand, stroking me is enough to make me explode. And, to explore her body, her breasts, her belly, her legs, her arms, and neck, and back, and butt, I want to touch and kiss every part. . .
And now, having written this, I can’t stand to write more at the moment. Relief has to be had, so, until later...