When I was younger I used to zip around the place on my bicycle. I was too young to drive and in true adolescent style of blowing your pocket money on comic books and stupid crap, I never had any money for the bus. So it was walking, running the gauntlet of fare evasion (which after a month of toil to pay off a fine was an option of last resort) or cycling.
Aside from cycling being a form of transport, I always found it quite fun. Over the years however, I took a more sedentary path, then I could drive, and my bike was looking ever more neglected. In my recently ramped up efforts to lose weight (-40kg so far!) I got cycling again. The first bit of good news is that I am in better shape than I was in my mid-teens. Inclines which would have been dampeners to my cycling efforts are now a cinch.
I mention this, because in my new found hobby, I remember something of my past jerking. I used to go for a ride and find that after returning home I would feel rather horny. The rhythmic brushing of my pants would be the culprit of this particular horniness. I can't believe I had forgotten about this aspect of bike riding!
This all occurred to me when I had pedalled my way to the highest point of my suburb. There is a "view" of the skyscrapers some 20km away (in that there is an empty lot in the right place). It is a fairly odd hill, hard to describe, but from the peak, not far away is the lowest point of the suburb. The lowest point is a quarter park / 3 quarter nature reserve. Most people stick to the paths in the park, few venture into the designated paths in the reserve but there is a lot more to see if you go for a wander in the rest of it, so that is what I usually do.
I wheeled myself down from the peak and headed off into the park. I cycled around the regular paths for a while, and headed into the bowels of the reserve. I found my usual secluded spot and parked myself. Not only is this place good to sit and ponder, look at nature, but it is also a good place to study. There is no phone reception, no anything really. I did some thrillingly dull work on my thesis and put it aside. I lay back and looked up at the clouds rolling overhead. I thought of the girl I asked out, unsuccessfully. I thought of the screaming erection in my pants.
I proceed to rub my dick through my pants, slowly at first, but increasingly faster. I unzip my fly to reveal a distinct wet patch in my underwear. I peel them back to see a small oasis of pre-cum swirled around my glans and dripping out. I grasp my dick about half way down and squeeze, with a slight upwards movement. If history is anything to go by, this pushes out the rest, and it does. The clear sticky fluid pumps out and gathers.
Even though Jocelyn is not particularly quaking at the knees to get some coffee with me. I can't get her sultry voice and long hair out of my head. She fills my thoughts as I wank away. I think of unloading on her beautifully curved tits and that tips me over the edge. Large blobs of jizz wind their way out and slide down my now slick shaft to their new home in my pubic fur. I lay back for a short while, I squeeze out the last few drops.
I can't be bothered to clean up, more to the point I have no provisions to clean up. I pull my clothes back on and in order and ramble home.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
I took the plunge
Lately things have been going real well for me. This usually makes me think there is bad news waiting around the corner, but so far it hasn't eventuated. In the past week and a half I;
I was thinking that I would visit a brothel soon, but I wasn't sure when that would be. I had the money and I had some free time coming up, but I didn't have an actual day and time when I would head in. I was on the long distance call for my interview the other day and it went real well, I was amazed at being head-hunted for the dream job, when the thought popped into my head. Why not today?
I had some free time that day, it could be done logistically and I was certainly ready to do something I wouldn't normally do. I did some work. The more and more I though about it at work, the more and more it felt like the thing to do.
But there were some problems. How do I have a shower in the middle of the day, for no apparent reason? I hadn't had a wank in a few days, I didn't want my first time to last half a minute and then be all over with.
I went home and invented some reason to have a shower - it worked. I hopped into the shower washed up and jerked off at the same time, I can multi-task!
Got dressed, double checked the address and headed off. I drove past the place without realizing and had to do a U-turn. I then missed the turn for the car park and had to back track. I then wimped out a further 2 times and had to do more circuits. I got irritated with myself and thought that this would be it, no more stuffing around.
Inside I was introduced to everyone working that day and was given something to drink. In a rare act of forwardness, I sit down next to someone and strike up a conversation. To my good fortune, we had something in common, which made the small talk a lot easier for me to participate in.
She went and fetched the madam, who duly took care of my credit card and directed me to follow Sophie to the room. I hopped in the shower and Sophie went off to find the necessary stuff.
First was a massage. I am not sure what a massage is supposed to be, but is it supposed to hurt the next day? It felt good at the time though. During that time, we continued our conversation that we started downstairs. There is something odd and yet strangely arousing discussing energy policy with a half naked woman.
I was on the bottom and Sophie was on top, she took it upon herself to show me a few positions. Most enjoyable was from behind, she said she liked the position with her lying on her side. She said it was more or less a rite of passage to try the traditional missionary position. However, Sophie's advice was that it was rather tedious and to use others when possible. I'm hardly in a position to know say one way or the other.
After that, I was on my back again, with Sophie using her hand. Sophie suggested I cum on her breasts, and who am I to reason with something like that?
Afterwards, we both had a shower, got dressed and went our separate ways.
I said I would this year, and now I am no longer a virgin :)
- Graduated university
- Got some really good marks
- Had a few breakthroughs with my thesis
- Got a job - of sorts
- Am the leanest I have been in many years
I was thinking that I would visit a brothel soon, but I wasn't sure when that would be. I had the money and I had some free time coming up, but I didn't have an actual day and time when I would head in. I was on the long distance call for my interview the other day and it went real well, I was amazed at being head-hunted for the dream job, when the thought popped into my head. Why not today?
I had some free time that day, it could be done logistically and I was certainly ready to do something I wouldn't normally do. I did some work. The more and more I though about it at work, the more and more it felt like the thing to do.
But there were some problems. How do I have a shower in the middle of the day, for no apparent reason? I hadn't had a wank in a few days, I didn't want my first time to last half a minute and then be all over with.
I went home and invented some reason to have a shower - it worked. I hopped into the shower washed up and jerked off at the same time, I can multi-task!
Got dressed, double checked the address and headed off. I drove past the place without realizing and had to do a U-turn. I then missed the turn for the car park and had to back track. I then wimped out a further 2 times and had to do more circuits. I got irritated with myself and thought that this would be it, no more stuffing around.
Inside I was introduced to everyone working that day and was given something to drink. In a rare act of forwardness, I sit down next to someone and strike up a conversation. To my good fortune, we had something in common, which made the small talk a lot easier for me to participate in.
She went and fetched the madam, who duly took care of my credit card and directed me to follow Sophie to the room. I hopped in the shower and Sophie went off to find the necessary stuff.
First was a massage. I am not sure what a massage is supposed to be, but is it supposed to hurt the next day? It felt good at the time though. During that time, we continued our conversation that we started downstairs. There is something odd and yet strangely arousing discussing energy policy with a half naked woman.
I was on the bottom and Sophie was on top, she took it upon herself to show me a few positions. Most enjoyable was from behind, she said she liked the position with her lying on her side. She said it was more or less a rite of passage to try the traditional missionary position. However, Sophie's advice was that it was rather tedious and to use others when possible. I'm hardly in a position to know say one way or the other.
After that, I was on my back again, with Sophie using her hand. Sophie suggested I cum on her breasts, and who am I to reason with something like that?
Afterwards, we both had a shower, got dressed and went our separate ways.
I said I would this year, and now I am no longer a virgin :)
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sugasm #72
The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #73? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Big-Titted Muses (http://middleurge.blogspot.com)
“In the span of fifteen seconds, these two lovers instantly own the room, the camera, the cock.”
Make it happen (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)
“Dip two strawberries in the chocolate, eat one and feed me the other.”
Water, Water Everywhere… (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
“He pauses there, feeling the weight in his hands, then soaps my breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers and thumb.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Nathalie Portman is Naked (http://sugarbank.com)
Editor’s Choice
Control (http://lafillemariee.blogspot.com)
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
NSFW Pics (& videos)
Bathtub #2 HNT (http://stealthbombshell.blogspot.com)
Cockslut Column #8 (http://themilfblog.blogspot.com)
Jamie Lynn Nude (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Nikki benz episode 6 (http://boobfixxx.com)
Oh these college girls (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Pretty In Pink (http://fourstate.blogspot.com)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Always a Junkie (http://onlyamirage.blogspot.com)
The Blind Leading the Deaf (http://talktovanessa.com)
The Early Days of Porn (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Fears and Tears (http://lastbreath.wordpress.com)
Female Genital Mutilation vs. Hoodectomy (http://trishwilson.typepad.com/blog)
More Sex Sometimes Leads to More Sex (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
Skin on Skin (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
Sex Advice
Ask Evil Baby! (http://secretbrain.blogspot.com)
Reader Says: Ack! Ex Wants To Be Friends! What Now? (http://smutandsteff.com)
Sex Work
Sex Work and Society (http://www.principalquattrano.com)
Smooth is good, Smoother is better (http://www.longhairedgoddess.com/blog)
BDSM & Fetish
Amber (Part Six) April Fool’s (http://buttocksblog.blogspot.com)
Big O’s (http://sweatshopsissy.wordpress.com)
Do as you please with me Sir, i am yours (http://pixiepie.wordpress.com)
Exposed (http://www.timidboy.com)
Happy HNT - Hearts and fetish (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
Just Rope (http://pandorablake.blogspot.com)
Meeboguest G confesses: “I suck his cock” (http://anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
Whispers (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)
Sex Reviews
A Few of My Favorite Naughty Things Part II (http://www.taratainton.com)
Love Honey Toys Review (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
Vibrating Feeldoe Review (http://stilettodiaries.blogspot.com)
Web Cam Girls for Live Chat (http://www.connectbycam.com/blog)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
After his date. (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)
Another moment of promise. (http://celebrateyournaughtiness.blogspot.com)
Ball Games (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)
Catch Me Off Guard (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Country Bar Bull Pickup (http://watchingmywife.blogspot.com)
First Time pt. 4 (http://kislee.naughtyblog.net)
Fuckmaker’s Paradise (http://ilichenyou.blogspot.com)
A Love Triangle (http://sharedcindy.blogspot.com)
The Soap Job (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
Three Way (http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)
A Tiny Bed (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
Until It Was Time For More (http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)
Sex & Politics
Living in Sin (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)
Real Amateur College Porn (But Not How You Think) (http://mikeymongol.blogspot.com)
Jamie Lynn pic courtesy of ErotiCandy Blog.
Friday, March 23, 2007
The Early Days of Porn
The other day I was cleaning out my wardrobe. This has been a work in progress for quite some time and it was time to make the final assault on the mess, which would have cleaned it up for good.
I was sorting out the last drawer, which hadn't been opened, mush less rifled through for years. Out tumbled some old advertising from a few of the local lingerie shops.
Back before I had credit cards, or an internet connection, or a PO Box, or my own TV I was severley limited in the adult material available. There would be the occasional movie on TV that would have a glimpse or two of a nipple, but being cable-less meant we saw very little of that.
Like most primary schools there was the occasional rumour of someone finding a playboy or whatnot, but they were rumours at best. The text books for sex ed were not very stimulating or exciting. That class was always quite interesting, people would be joking around, we'd watch videos that explained puberty and all the stuff that entails, people would ignore the parts they felt were stupid, and laugh at those who didn't. Except the part on masturbation, the room always fell silent and strong attention paid. Then back to goofing off.
Like I said, in those days there was very little opportunity for porn. Which is why when a lingerie shop opened up 20 minutes away and they went on a near carpet bombing style campaign of advertising I was interested.
The first I snuck away from the recycling bin and stashed it in my room. This stuff was gold. Over time, I got more crafty. They would send out their flyer booklets every second Wednesday. All that was required was bringing in the mail on those days, pilfering the flyer and leaving the rest. No one knows the wiser and I have new wank fuel.
It's almost too easy nowadays.
I was sorting out the last drawer, which hadn't been opened, mush less rifled through for years. Out tumbled some old advertising from a few of the local lingerie shops.
Back before I had credit cards, or an internet connection, or a PO Box, or my own TV I was severley limited in the adult material available. There would be the occasional movie on TV that would have a glimpse or two of a nipple, but being cable-less meant we saw very little of that.
Like most primary schools there was the occasional rumour of someone finding a playboy or whatnot, but they were rumours at best. The text books for sex ed were not very stimulating or exciting. That class was always quite interesting, people would be joking around, we'd watch videos that explained puberty and all the stuff that entails, people would ignore the parts they felt were stupid, and laugh at those who didn't. Except the part on masturbation, the room always fell silent and strong attention paid. Then back to goofing off.
Like I said, in those days there was very little opportunity for porn. Which is why when a lingerie shop opened up 20 minutes away and they went on a near carpet bombing style campaign of advertising I was interested.
The first I snuck away from the recycling bin and stashed it in my room. This stuff was gold. Over time, I got more crafty. They would send out their flyer booklets every second Wednesday. All that was required was bringing in the mail on those days, pilfering the flyer and leaving the rest. No one knows the wiser and I have new wank fuel.
It's almost too easy nowadays.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Sugasm #71
The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #72? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Roué (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)
“Her sighs of contentment build as my touch does its work.”
Wrong Number (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
“They said clients were trying to call me and getting this restaurant instead.”
Ride to the Cabin (http://eroticawriter.blogspot.com)
“As he pulled into a dark lane that led into a grove of trees, I reached over to stroke him.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Loveland (http://sugarbank.com)
Editor’s Choice
Your hair (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
3 is The Magic Number: Three Songs (http://dirtydetails.blogspot.com)
AMBER~~”Anything You Want” (Part Four) (http://buttocksblog.blogspot.com)
The Desperate Tango (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)
The Dress II (http://wanklog.blogspot.com)
Entry Box…. (http://afterschoolmonologues.blogspot.com)
Midnight Thrusts (http://kinkyfarmwife.blogspot.com)
My Wet Dream (http://maude-tim.blogspot.com)
The Need (http://joeheather.blogspot.com)
Public Affections (http://www.sex-kitten.net)
Rug Burn (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)
Setting Your Panties on Fire (http://secretbrain.blogspot.com)
Startled Awakening (http://bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com)
That night instead of round 2, I passed out (http://thatjuicyjuicy.blogspot.com)
Turning Tricks for Tapas, Dos (http://cakeandcock.blogspot.com)
Why Aren’t You Naked? (http://designingintimacy.blogspot.com)
Podcasts & Poetry
“Cocaine” Kimberly Was Her Working Name (http://eroticjournals.blogspot.com)
Episode #1-Sex with another woman (http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com)
Styx Orchestra-Inspired Poem, thanks to Public TV (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)
Sex Work
During (http://thismuse.blogspot.com)
BDSM & Fetish
Birthday Spankings! (http://sexualevolution.blogspot.com)
Distracted pixie (http://insidedarkpixie.blogspot.com)
Happy HNT - Sexy St. Patrick’s day (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)
His rope (http://www.kinkerbelle.com)
Marked (http://pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com)
Nature versus nurture, spanking-style (http://www.spankingwriters.com/blog)
Relationships and the lifestyle (http://alternativealbany.xlogz.com)
“So punish me” (http://blog.atlantabondage.com)
Solipsist’s travels in subspace (http://mistress160.blogspot.com)
Zapped (http://www.timidboy.com)
Sex News & Politics
The Flaming Genitals Archive (http://www.quirkysex.com/blog)
Morality in Media Loses Congressional Funding (http://fullfrontalpolitics.com)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Afro-desiacs and “Blow” Jobs (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
Feeling Unsafe– Tease Me! (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)
Lights On or Lights Off? (http://sexeteria.net)
My Own Sex Confession (Part Two) (http://aslipofagirl.blogspot.com)
The SXSW date that wasn’t, and why (http://lustylady.blogspot.com)
NSFW Pics (& videos)
Can’t blame a man for being a man (video) (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Half-Nekkid Thursday: G-String Season (http://www.taratainton.com)
Half-Nekkid Merkin (http://sweatshopsissy.wordpress.com)
Half-Nekkid Sex Blogger (http://www.tarasnaughtyshop.com)
Nora Marlo Peek-A-Boo Shots (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)
Poll result: Shower sex (http://marriedexploits.blogspot.com)
Stairway To Heaven (video) (http://myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Woman in G string courtesy of Tara Tainton.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Dress II
I had to get a few things clarified by this lecturer, so I headed into university to do just that. I trawled through the rabbit warren of the campus trying to locate her office. Went through the work fairly quickly, I was missing a page of from the example, hence why I couldn't follow it. I'll reproduce the conversation from then on as best I can.
Her: "Wanklogger, I saw you last week", said cautiously
Me: "Well I was in the class, and we only have at most 15 people in it"
Her: "No, not that. I mean during the break", said cautiously
Me: "Oh, that"
Her: "I'm not upset. I am flattered though, a young guy like you admiring someone like me?"
Me: "I like older women, and I liked your choice of underwear"
Her: "Well, as flattered as I am, I have to stop you. The university does not allow me to be involved with students, it's a violation of of the code of ethics. I could lose my job, and you could be disciplined. Not to mention, I am married" (It is after all a class about ethics :))
Me: "If it is that way, it's that way"
Her: "Wait! Tell me about it"
Me: "It?"
Her: "Last week, what happened afterwards?"
Me: "Well, I first of all thought I must have been hallucinating, but I wasn't. Then I glanced at your face and saw that you weren't looking at me, so I figured you had forgot I was there or something."
Her: "And?"
Me: "Right, so I kept on looking, and got err.."
Her: "Hard? I am 48, Wanklogger, I'm not a fool"
Me: "Ok then, so yeah, I got hard. Then the rest of the class showed up and the fun was all over"
Her: "What about after the class?"
Me: "Went home, had dinner, watched some TV, went for a walk"
Her: "That it?"
Me: "Not really. I then wrote about it for my blog. Do you want the address?"
Her: "Would you mind?"
Me: "Sort of, I am keeping it and my real world self apart as much as I can"
Her: "Then don't. Anything else?"
Me: "Yeah, later that night, I jerked off, with your image for inspiration"
Her: "No one has ever said that to me before. Was it good?"
Me: "It was great!"
Her: "Ok, I will do something for you, but you can't tell people, the whole ethics thing"
Me: "Fine. Blog? It's anonymous"
Her: "That's ok. Tell your readers I said hi" She says hi.
Her: "Close your eyes"
I wait 10 seconds.
Her: "Now open them"
She had peeled her top up and past her breasts, exposing them fully to the world and my eyes.
Her: "Go home, take care of that (pointing at my crotch), and remember this isn't happening again"
I walked back to my car, barely able to keep a thought still in my head. I got home, and took care of my dick. Unfortunately, it looks like the next lot of work is straightforward. Damn.
Her: "Wanklogger, I saw you last week", said cautiously
Me: "Well I was in the class, and we only have at most 15 people in it"
Her: "No, not that. I mean during the break", said cautiously
Me: "Oh, that"
Her: "I'm not upset. I am flattered though, a young guy like you admiring someone like me?"
Me: "I like older women, and I liked your choice of underwear"
Her: "Well, as flattered as I am, I have to stop you. The university does not allow me to be involved with students, it's a violation of of the code of ethics. I could lose my job, and you could be disciplined. Not to mention, I am married" (It is after all a class about ethics :))
Me: "If it is that way, it's that way"
Her: "Wait! Tell me about it"
Me: "It?"
Her: "Last week, what happened afterwards?"
Me: "Well, I first of all thought I must have been hallucinating, but I wasn't. Then I glanced at your face and saw that you weren't looking at me, so I figured you had forgot I was there or something."
Her: "And?"
Me: "Right, so I kept on looking, and got err.."
Her: "Hard? I am 48, Wanklogger, I'm not a fool"
Me: "Ok then, so yeah, I got hard. Then the rest of the class showed up and the fun was all over"
Her: "What about after the class?"
Me: "Went home, had dinner, watched some TV, went for a walk"
Her: "That it?"
Me: "Not really. I then wrote about it for my blog. Do you want the address?"
Her: "Would you mind?"
Me: "Sort of, I am keeping it and my real world self apart as much as I can"
Her: "Then don't. Anything else?"
Me: "Yeah, later that night, I jerked off, with your image for inspiration"
Her: "No one has ever said that to me before. Was it good?"
Me: "It was great!"
Her: "Ok, I will do something for you, but you can't tell people, the whole ethics thing"
Me: "Fine. Blog? It's anonymous"
Her: "That's ok. Tell your readers I said hi" She says hi.
Her: "Close your eyes"
I wait 10 seconds.
Her: "Now open them"
She had peeled her top up and past her breasts, exposing them fully to the world and my eyes.
Her: "Go home, take care of that (pointing at my crotch), and remember this isn't happening again"
I walked back to my car, barely able to keep a thought still in my head. I got home, and took care of my dick. Unfortunately, it looks like the next lot of work is straightforward. Damn.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
The Dress
I want to tell you about one of my university lecturers. As long time readers will know, I like many other males my age have a soft spot for the mature woman. This particular lecturer falls into that category.
It's a small class, and mainly based around group discussion, instead of the preachy lecture style. It seems that my oddness has resonated with her, as she gets along with me a lot better than the rest of the people in the class.
I first noticed this in the last class, she seemed to catch my eye a little more often than the rest of the people. Whether that means something, or is trying to tell me to pay attention, I have no idea.
Anyway, it was a warm day and she was wearing a dress, a plain, ordinary dress, not fancy by any stretch of the imagination. She was crossing, uncrossing, adjusting her legs and then repeating the whole thing in an effort to gain some comfort in the stifling heat.
So, the class continues, I am paying less and less attention to the rather droll topic and more and more attention to the increasingly deliberate movements of her legs.
Finally, everyone has had enough. We all head off to stretch our legs and take our minds off the dull proceedings.
I am the first to head back to the room, and I see my lecturer sitting there, on top of a desk as she had been for the whole class. A bit of idle chit - chat about the rest of the class, the rest of the unit, how damn hot it is.
Then, another of the moments that gets burnt into your brain happened. And I am glad it did! She uncrossed one leg, let it rest on the desk and gave me a clear, unhindered view of her nether regions, which was most definitely welcome. She recrossed her legs and unfortunately people started showing up.
I liked the fact that it was so non-chalant, there were no steely gazes, no overt signs, it had the appearance, that was the way she acted, but just forgot I was around. Either way, it was a hell of a sight!
I look forward to that usually dull class next week.
In other news, one parental unit is back and wanking has suffered slightly as a result. However, I have a bit of a plan for the rest ofthis year. And it feels good to be back in the swing of things!
It's a small class, and mainly based around group discussion, instead of the preachy lecture style. It seems that my oddness has resonated with her, as she gets along with me a lot better than the rest of the people in the class.
I first noticed this in the last class, she seemed to catch my eye a little more often than the rest of the people. Whether that means something, or is trying to tell me to pay attention, I have no idea.
Anyway, it was a warm day and she was wearing a dress, a plain, ordinary dress, not fancy by any stretch of the imagination. She was crossing, uncrossing, adjusting her legs and then repeating the whole thing in an effort to gain some comfort in the stifling heat.
So, the class continues, I am paying less and less attention to the rather droll topic and more and more attention to the increasingly deliberate movements of her legs.
Finally, everyone has had enough. We all head off to stretch our legs and take our minds off the dull proceedings.
I am the first to head back to the room, and I see my lecturer sitting there, on top of a desk as she had been for the whole class. A bit of idle chit - chat about the rest of the class, the rest of the unit, how damn hot it is.
Then, another of the moments that gets burnt into your brain happened. And I am glad it did! She uncrossed one leg, let it rest on the desk and gave me a clear, unhindered view of her nether regions, which was most definitely welcome. She recrossed her legs and unfortunately people started showing up.
I liked the fact that it was so non-chalant, there were no steely gazes, no overt signs, it had the appearance, that was the way she acted, but just forgot I was around. Either way, it was a hell of a sight!
I look forward to that usually dull class next week.
In other news, one parental unit is back and wanking has suffered slightly as a result. However, I have a bit of a plan for the rest ofthis year. And it feels good to be back in the swing of things!
Monday, March 05, 2007
There is always something
I am still around, but there is always something to go wrong. Just last week, I was drafting a post and just like magic my cable modem dies.
I am back again (yay!), so a new post very soon.
I am back again (yay!), so a new post very soon.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
You Win Some, You Lose Some
If there is one thing I don't understand, it is how to talk to women without screwing it up. You may recall this post. Well, I don't know what I said to her, but I fucked it up. Last week, I send an email and get an error. I try again thinking it was temporary, but no. The account no longer exists.
I'd really like to know where I went wrong, what I did or what I said. Unfortunately, I'll never know. Like I have said many times previously, so I wont go on in detail, I have no real experience in this, so everything is a lesson. But sometimes you'd like an explanation to help you.
Now, I might be wrong, something might have happened, something might have gone wrong, I don't know. But, whenever this sort of event occurs, my first instinct is to blame myself and usually I am correct.
There isn't really too much else to say. Without hearing from this individual, I wont know the story. I have had some success in the past week in meeting new people. They still aren't interested of course, but at least I am picking up some stuff. This also throws into question my vow I made at the end of last year to end my reign of virginity. This individual had made it very clear that she would meet with me. Oh well! That's the way things go sometimes eh?
I am going to be getting back into more regular posting, I apologize for my absence.
I'd really like to know where I went wrong, what I did or what I said. Unfortunately, I'll never know. Like I have said many times previously, so I wont go on in detail, I have no real experience in this, so everything is a lesson. But sometimes you'd like an explanation to help you.
Now, I might be wrong, something might have happened, something might have gone wrong, I don't know. But, whenever this sort of event occurs, my first instinct is to blame myself and usually I am correct.
There isn't really too much else to say. Without hearing from this individual, I wont know the story. I have had some success in the past week in meeting new people. They still aren't interested of course, but at least I am picking up some stuff. This also throws into question my vow I made at the end of last year to end my reign of virginity. This individual had made it very clear that she would meet with me. Oh well! That's the way things go sometimes eh?
I am going to be getting back into more regular posting, I apologize for my absence.
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