Semi-Celibate Erotica

Dead in the Water!

2012-01-09T17:24:00.001-06:00

Laptop has a virus again. Damn!

Back soon.

Changing Comments

2012-01-01T17:42:00.002-06:00

I've had Haloscan as a comment service since 2003, before Blogger had comments. But,

- Haloscan isn't Haloscan anymore. It's something....less

- I tried to comment on my own blog twice this week and had an extremely hard time. I gave up. I wonder how many others gave up and how many comments I missed? I'll never know.

So.

Haloscan off.

Blogger comments on.

Please leave me a comment, friends. Say hi to a horny Semi-Celibate Man...

Final HNT: Red Shirt series

2011-12-24T15:04:00.028-06:00

So, here we are at the last and final Half-Nekkid Thursday (HNT) event, hosted by the leader of our exhibitionist community - Osbasso. It's been a privilege to participate these years, as it was to be a Mystery Guest one time!

My final HNT is a series. The Red Shirt series. Forget the click thrus. I'm just letting it all hang out. Enjoy!

And the finale!

Ah, spent...

Please, my fellow naughty bloggers, stop back in and see me from time to time.

Now, click on the red button below and go see our Half-Nekkid Thursday host: Osbasso

Escaping Christmas

2011-12-24T15:02:00.004-06:00

I'm escaping Christmas this year. No extended family stuff. Taking my kids on a road trip to a memorable adventure instead. Yay.

I invited my lovely wife along. That would be a "no".

My gift to her is peace and quiet.

Merry Christmas all.

Alone in the Dark

2011-12-24T09:41:00.002-06:00

I saw "New Years Eve" last night. A thoroughly charming romantic comedy. By myself. Sucks.

Jealous of the couples in the theater.

I can make you laugh. I can get you off. I am a good kisser.

I miss being intimate with a lovely lady.

Oh well. Happy Holidays all.

Missing Romance

2011-12-23T18:01:00.002-06:00

I have known romantic love in my life, for lengthy periods in fact. I like it. I miss it.

Is it my fate for romantic love to be absent from the rest of my life? I hope not.

I miss kissing most of all. I love kissing.

I have experience and skills and talents in the ways of love that are going unused.

I have needs that are going unfulfilled.

I have not lost hope.

2nd-to-Last HNT: Three Christmas Wishes Theme

2011-12-21T19:35:00.029-06:00

What an energizing privilege it has been to be an HNT participant these last years! I have virtually "met" many terrific and courageous bloggers through this ritual, and my life is enriched because of it.

With that in mind, and being of a rebellious nature, I have decided on a twist to the amazing Osbasso's theme for this Half-Nekkid Thursday (on a Wednesday, no less).

Instead of one Christmas wish each to three individual HNT'ers as specified in the theme...

My particular twist is: Three Christmas Wishes out to each and all of my fellow HNT'ers that I have met here through HNT. List at the end.

But first, Three Christmas Wishes to each of you:

1. I wish you Fruitful and Cathartic blogging for many years to come.

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You are truly a creative and passionate group of people. Much more so than most of the people who know you in real life know. You have unique passions, and unique voices. You are creative and courageous risk-takers, and I admire each and every one of you for it. May you find or keep your voice through this magic of the internet. Live a bigger life. Be whole. Express yourself.

2. I wish you deeply fulfilling Romantic Love.

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We are made for love. I wish you partnership, however you find it, and fulfillment and deeply passionate kisses.

3. I wish you a deeply satisfying and orgasmic Sex Life.

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However consensual sex comes your way. Have more of it. Life is short. Get off. Be happy. I wish you passion, and intimacy, and messy bodily fluids.

These Three Christmas Wishes go out to each of you that I've met through HNT. I know that I am missing some or many names here, and if you don't see yours leave me a comment and claim the wishes too!

Osbasso - of course!
Blue Eyed Vixen
Elle
Midwestern City Boy / California Girl
Joanna Cake
Tara Tainton
Double Dos
Randi Rabbit
Cheeky Minx
Polt
Lee Ann
Lady Grinning Soul
Molly
J
Blondage
Shay
Sexy Sadie
Gucci Mama
Kazi Girl
Pocket Rockettz
Jack and Jill
Minority Report
Saucy Wildcat
Janeway
Viemora
Lusting Lola
A Daft Scot Lass
Stealth
Jade
Al Sensu
Curvaceous Dee
K Bare
Marie – who I regretfully have lost track of…

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, my friends. See you next week for the final HNT!

(Note: Click thrus on the pics. 1st click thru is me, and I did not take the pic. :) 2nd & 3rd I'm wishing it was me.)

Now, click on this red button and go see what HNT is all about.

My Nekkid Self

2011-12-20T22:33:00.011-06:00

I seem to have taken an inordinate amount of half-nekkid photography in the last few years, thanks in large part to Osbasso's blog triumph of Half-Nekkid Thursday's.

(Click on the pic for more fun!)

It's been fun. It comes to an end in two weeks.

I have my final HNT planned out and photographed. Hope you'll like it.

But first, the second-to-last HNT is next. A themed HNT...

Take the Risk

2011-12-17T18:50:00.004-06:00

Have you ever engaged in risky behavior just to have sex?

I'm talking driving to a neighborhood you've never been in, to a house you've never been to, and going around back and knocking?

I have.

Went in.

Disrobed.

It was on with an old friend in a new place.

And as Gina Gershon says in the gorgeously sexy movie "Bound" - I can breathe again.

http://youtu.be/EceT6XUMpI4

HNT: Christmas Tree

2011-12-14T23:21:00.004-06:00

Why yes, that was me prancing around half-nekkid by the light of our Christmas tree. Why do you ask? Did you have something in mind?

Here's an unintentionally arty version:

Wishing you a Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday and a joyous holiday season.

Now, click on the red button here and go see Os.

HNT: I MIss Kissing

2011-12-07T23:17:00.003-06:00

I remember a night back in the day when a lovely stripper stopped mid-table dance, looked down at me in the club neon for a moment, and said "You have perfectly shaped lips". Okay, I had a better time after she started up again. But that moment stuck in my head.

I was thinking today how much I miss kissing.

Here's what I know: I can get myself off, but I can't kiss myself.

It's been a while.

Happy HNT, people. Hit the red button and go see Os.

HNT: Cocked

2011-11-02T22:12:00.009-05:00

I'm guessing that a fair amount of you are not fans of firearms.

I have a few. Target shooting. Self defense. SHTF. Whatever.

Got a new one last week. Major SHTF defense. Haven't shot it yet.

So, I was home alone the other day. A horndog, passing time by storing my weapon and thinking of an HNT pose at the same time. Cocked, as it were.

Interrupted to take things in hand.

Then I finished storing the weapon safely.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone. Hit the red button and go see Os.

HNT - Dishes

2011-09-28T22:58:00.009-05:00

No, I was not going to do the dishes naked.

Half-nekkid, absolutely.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday (early) everyone. Hit the red button and go see Os for HNT.

I Miss Sex

2011-09-27T22:50:00.004-05:00

Dialogue from the new "Two and a Half Men"

Ashton Kutcher: "I had sex with two girls last night."

Jon Cryer: "I masturbated and cried myself to sleep."

AK: "I like my night better."

I like his night better too.

Celibate. Not semi. Celibate. Damn.

Is No Sex better than This Sex?

2011-05-17T23:07:00.004-05:00

I love women.

I love the look of women. I love your hips swishing and swaying down the hallway. I love you in the Summer dresses that I'm starting to see. I love the swell of your breasts in sweaters or cleavage that make it difficult to concentrate in meetings. I love your unexpected smile as I make you laugh at the checkout stand.

I love your smell, with the variety of perfumes capturing me as you walk down the hallway.

I miss kissing women. "Her lips, her lips. I'd kiss them all day if she'd let me". Yes, Bruno Mars, you got that right. All day. Tender kisses. Passionate kisses.

I miss having sex with women. With the lovely Mrs. SCM. With others I've had the distinct pleasure of knowing in that way. I miss that, every day.

That's not available to me right now. It's just not. As much as I wish it was, it's not.

So.

I have one outlet right now. I choose to have that one outlet right now. One guy, a regular I guess. One situation that I trust and I'm comfortable with and that I can make happen every 3 weeks or so. It's what I have, and I have to be okay with that because it's all there is. It's semi-acceptable.

I've been with "A" twice since I last wrote about him. He's a good guy. A great looking guy, as far as guy's looks go. You ladies would like him. Young. Athletic. Frat-guy good looks. Professional. Toned. Not pushy. A find.

We have a comfortable rhythm established. An email. A visit to his house. Some small talk. Disrobing. Pleasure. A clean departure. What could be better?

It's still confined to one act. I get naked, kneel between his knees as he sits on a couch, and give A an awesome half-hour blowjob to completion. Simple. Satisfying for both of us. What could be better?

One visit was a daytime visit. A was concerned about how visible we would be in his living room, so we went to his bed for the first time. We both got naked. I crawled up and kneeled between his legs with my legs tucked under neath me. I took his soft cock in my mouth and held it there until his hardenend length extended out of my mouth. Then I slowly sucked on him for a long long time. A prefers very slow. I prefer very slow. We are a matched set.

I did ask to try one other position, and had A stand up by the side of his bed. I got on my knees at his feet and took him back in my mouth. I wanted him to be a little more active in fucking my mouth as I ran my hands over his hairy legs and firm ass cheeks. And he did. And there was a lot of cock coming at me, filling my mouth. Knocking me off balance. It was a little too much. More next time, I thought, as I moved us back to our original position on the bed. A clasped up against my sides with his thighs as the pleasure mounted, and they yelled out and sat up as he came powerfully. Wow. I dressed and left.

The second visit was a nighttime visit and we stayed in his living room on his couch. His laptop was open on the coffee table with gay porn up of two hard body young guys stroking each other's cocks. I had in mind making my own video, and had a new video camera with me with a video setting. We spent some time early on taking about 5 minutes of video of me sucking on his beautiful cock. Video that I watched again tonight. Video that you would enjoy seeing, but never will.

I sat upright on my knees between his legs as we put the camera away. My cock close to his cock. "Oh, you look excited", A said as he took my cock in his hand and stroked me easily. Wow. He hadn't touched me before. Just received. And now he had my cock in his hand. My brain shut off and I just focused on that feeling of intimacy for a few moments.

I knelt back down on all fours between his knees and took his long delicious cock back in my mouth. I spent several minutes treating myself to sucking on his cock. Varying techniques and pressures. All the way in and hold. Sucking action up and down his shaft. Licking the tasty head of his cock and foreskin. Grasping his shaft firmly in my hand and sucking on the length extendign past my fingers as I gave him a firm handjob.

After 20 minutes of delicious treat for me and near constant pleasure from him, I instinctively knew how to end.

On all fours, with my hands roaming over his firm toned thighs and stomach, I took his cock as deeply into my mouth and throat as I could. All but a 1/2 inch or less of his 7 inch cock in my mouth. And I held it there. Not moving. Just suction. For 5 long minutes or so. Longer than I thought I could hold him there, not moving. A moved his hips up and down now and then, moving that last 1/2 inch into my mouth and out. The room quiet and still. Me still. A barely moving.

And man was that powerful.

A groaned and thrust up into my mouth. And I tasted salty warmth in the back of my mouth.

And I held still.

And A moaned and thrust. And again.

"I think I came three times there. Ropes and ropes of cum. That was awesome."

The male multiple orgasm? I think we achieved it.

I remember it. I enjoyed it. I crave it again.

In the meantime, I'm enjoying the look and smell and smiles of the women all around me every day. You are awesome creatures. I desire you. Apparently I can't have you. So, I'm semi-adapting as best I can before it's too late to.

HNT - Trim and Wet

2011-05-04T23:41:00.003-05:00

Lots of showers at hotels again lately. Wet nekkidness.

Okay, I'm naked in the shower, but only half of me is in the picture, so, it's a Half-Nekkid Thursday. Happy HNT everyone.

Go see Os, and play HNT.

Hello Grabber

2011-04-07T23:37:00.003-05:00

Is anyone else pondering their mortality this week? No? Just me, I guess.

It's not the first time that I have had such thoughts here on SCE blog. I was remembering this week a post that I wrote somewhere in the 387 posts in my archive where I predicted that I wouldn't live past a certain early age. I wasn't being melodramatic. It's an easy prediction given my stress level and horrible diet that I will be on the receiving end of a massive heart stoppage some day. A "grabber", I believe they call it. And, guess what, I have reached that age. Hello grabber.

Two things have reminded me of that prediction of late:

1. It happened to an acquaintance of mine. One minute here walking around doing mundane tasks. The next minute deceased. Gone. Expired. Assuming room temperature. Etc. Makes one think.

2. I've had three moments this week when I become suddenly acutely aware that there was a heart beating in my chest. Hello grabber. Once at my desk. Once while driving. Do I drive straight to an emergency room? I thought about it, until the moment passed. And once just now when I was taking a nap and got woken up. Hello.

I mention it only to ask this: who in my virtual world would know if I did suddenly kick off? I'm not the first to think that thought by far. Only the most recent. Who would know?

Here's the thing. I have multiple presences online. Some vanilla, some naughty. Some anonymous, some named. As I think through all of my lives online I am fairly sure that there is not one person alive who has seen absolutely all of them. Only a couple of people are pretty close to having seen all of them.

So, there might be only one or two people who would realize that I have suddenly fallen silent on my named/vanilla sites and who could then post a comment here that I was gone.

Not that it matters, really. Not that it matters at all.

I just wanted to take a minute and say that I really really really appreciate those special lovely talented creative young ladies who really know me across multiple online personalities. You mean a lot to me. You really really do. Thank you for hanging with me as long as you have.

Hoping I can get back to sleep now. And that I wake up in the morning. If you're here reading this, I'll leave you with this old post that I found in the archives called "7 Semi-Serious Things About SCM". All still true.

Okay, enough melodrama. Morning comes early.

Hard on the Brakes

2011-03-20T15:40:00.002-05:00

So, I seem to have survived marriage counseling again. Time ran out. No more counselor.

I've made some serious changes to be more engaged with Mrs. SCM and the family. Un-withdrawing after the toll trauma has taken on us.

I was anticipating the resumption of intimacy at some point. Hoping for it, at least partially. Doing my part to make it happen.

In preparation, I got online and spent a few hundred on ED medicines. Brand Viagara. Brand Cialis. Large quantities, so that I never have to ask my doctor for it again.

Mentioned that to Mrs. SCM. Response? "We're going to have to go slow on that."

Really?

Go as slow as you like. Like hell I'm going to initiate anything further.

It's Hell Getting Old

2011-03-13T00:42:00.002-06:00

I really wanted to go to a strip club last night.

It's been a while since I've gone. I was craving it. I had the opportunity to go. I had enough cash in my pocket to enjoy myself some.

So, what stopped me? Well, two things. First, it's a 40 minute drive one way to get to the club that I liked to go to. Second, I fell asleep before it was time to go.

Some other time, I guess.

I really should tell the story of the last time that I went to a club. Fun story. Some other time, I guess.

Nothing sexy to report for the time being.

Unsexy

2011-03-08T21:38:00.003-06:00

Nothing sexy to report this week. In fact, I'm feeling decidedly unsexy this week.

Marital counseling is proceeding full speed. Two intense sessions a week. I'm fully engaged. Making major life changes. You all would be proud of me.

And, worn out. Wrung out. Physically ill, actually.

But, staying with it...

Carry on everyone.

Developments...

2011-02-27T23:03:00.004-06:00

Things are happening in the background.

- Another meeting with A. Apparently I have a regular down-low thing now. Every two weeks is the plan.

- Counseling with Mrs. SCM. It came out of nowhere and is going at lightning speed. I think it's leading to good things.

More later.

Video Companions

2011-02-25T21:15:00.002-06:00

What a stressful week. Tired. Horny. Keeping myself occupied until sleep comes...

by watching sexy videos on YouTube.

None sexier than Rihanna's Te Amo. Wow!

Or the lyrics and swaying hips of Rihanna's Rude Boy.

Or the Megan Fox / Amanda Seyfried kissing scene from Jennifer's Body.

And more. Surfing...wanting to sleep...

HNT: Horndog

2011-02-24T21:50:00.003-06:00

Horny today. Just horny. Even at a rest room stop at Walgreens. Just horny.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone.

Click the button and go see Os.

HNT: Snow-Pocalypse

2011-02-03T17:13:00.003-06:00

I've never shared a face pic on SCE before, so here you go!

Buried in snow this week, I set off down our street to take some otherworldy pictures. I only made it 10 minutes before I was driven back inside by the driving snow and wind. Also, the thunder and lightning during a blizzard was freaky! Thundersnow...

Happy Half-nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Go see Osbasso to see what everyone else is doing for HNT.

Okay, since that's not a very sexy picture - here's an old HNT picture for you too:

HNT: Dressing Right

2011-01-19T23:42:00.003-06:00

I "dress right", not left. Always have. Do most men?

Also, I noticed as I posted this pic, I apparently have a penchant for wearing my "Starter" brand boxer-briefs inside out. At least today.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Click the button and go see Osbasso to see what others are half-wearing.

Less PG

2011-01-13T19:52:00.005-06:00

Hmmm, if you would like to see a less-PG version of last-post's HNT: I just happen to be this week's CBW on Shay's excellent "The S-Spot" blog. Click here to see the pic. (And click through the Baby Duck)

Now, scroll down one and say Hi on the HNT post.

HNT 11.2: PG

2011-01-12T21:17:00.009-06:00

This is the picture that I've used now and then for CraigsList ads to meet people for NSA encounters. I've used it for ads to meet men, women, or couples.

Why this picture of me, taken by me?

Because it's PG rated. You don't always need to put an explicit genital picture in your ad.

And because I think it says "Sane professional, reasonably fit". Not a bad statement. Delusional, maybe. :)

What do you think it says? Is it an effective picture for CL?

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday (early!).

While you're here, you may enjoy my recent previous posts.

then, click on the button and go see Osbasso for everyone's HNT.

Risky or Hot?

2011-01-11T23:04:00.007-06:00

If you've put up a post on CraigsList before for NSA sex, you know that it can be a risky proposition. Just because you request a sane, safe, discreet, D/D free partner it doesn't mean you're going to get any of those things. Caution is required.

Before I met "A" over the holidays I ran into a couple of situations in trying to satisfy my craving that weren't sane or safe. One situation for example, I had set up a public meeting first before going to his home. I didn't like the situation when I got there, and left. He then emailed me a long all caps email that was certifiably batshit crazy. Dodged a bullet there. Second guy was giving off a serial killer vibe. When he invited me into his basement, and the logo on his underwear was "Killers" I made excuses and got out of there.

Which is why I was glad to meet "A". He's sane. The situation at his house was safe. I don't know him in my vanilla life, so he represents "discreet". Cool. If I could just make this into a regular thing. His email saying that he was available Saturday made a safe / sane regular-thing into a possibility.

Until the twist...

I emailed that I was headed his way. He emailed back with this:

"I have someone over right now. A long time friend. He may want to stay and watch, or he might leave."

Wow. That's a twist.

Do I balk at that, or do I take a new risk and go?

Is this hot - someone watching? Or is this unsafe? Two could overpower me if it was unsafe...

I'll cut to the chase. I went. I called A on the way over and asked him what his friends first name was. It was an unusual name that I did not recognize. Okay, probably still discreet. I felt my way through the safety issues after I arrived with a few questions. D would just sit across the room and watch.

A got naked and sat back on a couch in the same position as last time. I got naked and got between A's spread thighs in the same position as last time. I gave A a long hellacious blowjob just like last time.

What was new was D watching. Fully clothed, while A and I were naked. D was not going to be a participant. Just a voyeur. Hot.

I wanted D where I could see him as I enjoyed myself. So, I tossed him my camera and had him take pictures of A and I together from a 3rd party view, mostly from the side. D took the picture in this post.

I enjoyed the hell out of the situation. I loved the feel of A's body and of his delicious cock in my mouth for a long time. Teasing. Edging. Sucking. Until A shouted and came explosively straight down my throat. And I have lots of pictures of that, courtesy of D.

What's going to happen next? I have no idea...

Limbo, then a Twist

2011-01-09T19:02:00.004-06:00

I've been in limbo this week...

"A" hadn't answered my emails to get together again...

Mrs. SCM was bordering on triggering a big talk that I've been carefully avoiding for a long time now...

Family trauma peeked washed in like the tide...

But then...

I had emailed A Friday night asking if he wanted to get back together again - and he responded this afternoon:

"I'm available today". Cool. But, there was a twist...

HNT 11.1 : Submission?

2011-01-05T23:28:00.016-06:00

So, as I've shared, because of my current life situation my sex life has narrowed down to performing NSA oral sex for strangers. Bi-sexually. To either sex. Preferrably women. Likely to one attractive man.

Does that make me submissive? Yes and no...

Yes, because performing oral sex puts you in a submissive posture, physically. Kneeling between an attractive man's (or woman's!) spread knees. I like that posture. It's calm and therapeutic.

No, because I'm a masculine man and I'm doing what I want to do, how I want to do it. My friend just wanted to lay back and receive a treat. I took charge of the situation and made it happen the way I wanted it to happen until we were done. That's not submissive, is it? Topping from the bottom, I believe they call it.

Meanwhile, I'm waiting for an email from my new friend on getting together again.

Did I mention that I'd greatly enjoy doing this NSA for women too? And that I'm really good at it?

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday (HNT) sexy people. While you're here leave me a comment. If you can remind me how to do the click-thrus I used to do comment with that also.

Then click below to go see Osbasso and see whar others are doing for HNT.

The Perfect CraigsList NSA Experience

2011-01-01T01:04:00.007-06:00

So, how again did I find my self in the house of an attractive stranger, settled in naked between his spread legs, with his beautiful cock held deeply and satisfyingly in my mouth?

A CraigsList ad for NSA M4M sex, that’s how. I had success with that back when I traveled and had a hotel room where I could host a guy for an hour or two. No success locally though. Who could host me and be discreet?. Knowing that I had some time off for the holidays, I tried again with this ad:

Is there a guy in a hotel with a nice cock that wants a great long blowjob? Because, I'm offering one. I really want to give one. Take me up on it. I'm tall, fit etc. You'll like me. My cock size doesn't matter, because no recip is necessary. I'm a bi-MWM. Not bi-curious. Bi. I know how to give a great blowjob. Just want one, and respect me for getting you off.

It posted, but strangely I couldn’t see it on CL. Didn’t think I would get any email responses because of that. But I got one.

"I don’t have a hotel. You could come to my house. I’m 36, bi, GL, 7” cut.” Pic attached of a good looking guy with half a girl cropped out. So, he dates girls. Good.

Two emails later, and I was headed to his house. If you’ve done CraigsList NSA before , you know that is rare. I’ve found it a frustrating chain of emails that go nowhere . Not this time.

“A” answered the door and showed me in. Wow. He wasn’t kidding. Good looking all-american jock type. Baseball cap, muscle shirt, and sweatpants - which he quickly shed as he sat on the couch. I sat on the couch next to him, greeting him by taking his soft cock in my hand and lightly stroking it as we talked and I looked around. Single guy house. Floor to ceiling window next to us with no covering, looking across a park at an apartment building. Anyone watching us?

Taking charge of my submission, I moved the coffee table away and knelt in front of A, still dressed, and took his soft cock in my mouth. I like this part a lot, taking his soft cock fully in my mouth and drawing it out to full length as I suck on it. Hearing that first moan. Settling in for a long blowjob.

A: “I usually take a long time to cum.”

Me: “Perfect. Take your time.”

First Act was me, still fully dressed, getting to know his body. His beautiful 7” cock - slender but steel hard. Gorgeous tanned fit muscular thighs that I ran my hands over as I pleasured him. Soft close-cropped hair over his whole body.

I handed him my Nikon and had him take some early pictures of me sucking on him. Full length shots of my lips just nuzzling the head of his cock. Close-ups of his cock buried in my mouth, almost to the hilt. It would be a challenge to get the 7” all the way in. A put the camera down and settled in to enjoy the blowjob passively. Not touching me or caring about me. Perfect.

I luxuriated in the sensation of taking his cock fully in my mouth and holding still, with some good suction. A liked this position, a lot. I found it incredibly therapeutic. Calming. Delicious. Why is it that only women are supposed to enjoy this?

Slowly he got the idea to lift up his hips and try to push that last inch into my throat. Feeling the head of his cock buried in the back of my throat. Pushing into me. Until I pulled off of him at the last minute.

A, letting out his breath: “Man, I was right on the edge.”
Me: “Good. Stay on the edge. Enjoy that.”

Act two had me taking my shirt off, with more pictures.

I varied techniques as I enjoyed myself sucking on his cock. It was up to me, as A was passively reclining back on the sofa enjoying himself. I didn’t have a plan. I just had fun.

I got on all fours and sucked A in hands-free for a while. Taking his beautiful cock deeply in my mouth and holding it. Then a very wet rapid stroking up and down, fucking his cock with my wet mouth. I pulled off and rubbed the tip with a wet thumb while I sucked in his balls one by one. I licked and sucked just the head while I held his steel shaft firmly in my right hand, looking him right in the eyes as I did.

A: “Fuck! I can’t decide whether to just cum or not.”

Me: “How long do you have?”

A: “All day, man.”

Me: “Are you enjoying this?”

A: “Hell yeah. I like it slow like you’re doing.”

Me: “Then don’t cum yet. Make it last.”

Act three had me getting naked and keeling back between his spread thighs with my feet tucked under me. I sucked seriously on his cock for another full 15 minutes. The room quiet. No sounds but my sucking and his moaning.

A was getting warm and he pulled his shirt up a ways. I rested my left hand on his flat toned belly. Wow. I liked feeling that.

I looped an arm over his leg and around underneath, cupping the underside of his strong thigh in my left hand. I gripped his steel shaft in my right hand and sucked down firmly on the what was left and held it. A bucked slowly up into my mouth. When I felt him getting close, I let go of my grip and took him fully into the back of my throat and held it. A literally yelled out his orgasm, shooting his load so far into my throat that I couldn’t even taste it until he withdrew a little. Ah, there it is. Salty. Delicious.

A: “I like how you did that slow. When it’s too fast, I can’t cum sometimes.”

We’re a good match, I said as I dressed in front of that uncovered window. He likes a slow blowjob. I give an awesome slow blowjob. I hope I can do this regularly with A. Stay tuned…

Ladies: when is the last time you gave your guy a focused blowjob like this, to completion?

Guys: When's the last time you had a focused blowjob like this, to completion?

I give a great blowjob. Yes I do.

Let's be Honest about my Sex Life...

2010-12-31T15:20:00.006-06:00

...which is to say that I practically have none at this stage in my life. Too early for that, but true.

Am I the Semi-Celibate Man? Only barely. Let's briefly recap:

- Marital sex is dead right now. Not her fault. Not my fault, at least I don't think so. We've had such deep family trauma for so long now that marital intimacy is strained to the point of possibly being unrecoverable. I don't know how to recover it. If I told you the story of the last year, you would understand. We live together. We co-parent / co-caretake. We're friends. I still love her and care deeply for her. There's just no intimacy left.

Plus, I'm at the stage of diabetes of having serious ED issues. Tried the different meds. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't. I don't want that pressure.

I'm at the point that I wish we could find a boyfriend for her on the side, so that she could have a sex life. I want her to have a fulfilling sex life. It just isn't from me right now. Not a "cuckold" situation, in the strict sense. Just want her to have a fulfilling life that includes sex. There's no way she would agree to that. I can't even imagine asking her.

- I don't want find a woman for sex on the side. Don't know if I even still could. I don't want to worry about the ED issues. I don't want any emotional entanglements. And my few experiences with this tells me that there always are some.

- I do know now, as I've riskily shared here lately that I am a bi-sexual man. Not bi-curious. Bi. I love a woman's body. I'm comfortable with a man's body. Crave contact with both. That makes a MFM threesome arrangement most desirable. Have you read my posts this year with meeting up with a couple? Hot. Still, problematic though because the couple wants mostly to DP her. Two hard cocks for her. There's that ED issue again, and the pressure of that. Likely that is why they disappeared and I don't get responses to emails anymore.

I have an ad up on CraigsList to meet a couple. "Orally gifted man for both of you", or something like that. An offer to orally please both. She could watch me blow him, and vice versa. Whatever else happened would be a bonus, but not required. No takers, yet. Couples, would that interest you? Would you have a orally gifted man join your sex play?

- Which leaves me with M4M. Anonymous male contact through CL. Risky to say the least. But, available. There are absolutely men on there looking for a blowjob only. Not many of them sane or safe.

Which is where I'm at right now. As honest as it gets.

I just want a situation where a sane, clean, single man that lives at home invites me over regularly to give him a long slow blowjob. Then I leave. That's it. That's enough for me. That's what I crave. Not because I am "submissive". But because that's what I enjoy and want to do.

Which is what I think that I found yesterday. Which is what I think my sex life will consist of in 2011.

Don't know if anyone wants to hear about that though. Comment if you do...

Year End HNT

2010-12-30T22:00:00.005-06:00

Hi sexy people.

I didn't do much with HNT this year. Not like I did in 2009, where I let it all hang out week after week.

So, I don't have a favorite HNT to post as Os requested. This week's is new.

And, since I've totally forgotten how to do the click-thru that I once had mastered, here's a second one for you as a bonus.

Click the button and go see Osbasso to see what everyone's favorites of their HNT were.

2010 was a difficult year for me. I survived indescribable trauma. I sought out sex where I could find it. In new directions.

Not sure how much of that I'll talk about here in 2011. Not sure how it would be accepted. Today's totally satsifying sexual experience, for example, from which there are 15 photos that should not see the light of day...

Semi-Celibate Again

2010-12-03T23:44:00.003-06:00

Hi. Nothing much going on in SCM's life at the moment. I seem to have lost touch with my threesome couple friends right after our last encounter. I think they've moved on. Understandable. For lots of reasons. It was fun while it lasted.

Oh, well. Semi-Celibate again.

Well, that's a lie. Celibate actually. Only semi-celibate if you count pleasuring myself. Which I do. Often.

Here's a site that helps me with that: www.redtube.com

A fairly good amount of free porn.

Is it a bad thing if I knew who Capri Anderson is before Charlie Sheen met her? I did. She's in one of my favorite whackoff-vids:

Sweet young lesbians having fun on sybian brought to you by RedTube

Lesbian videos do it for me. Especially, when one really knows how to wield a strapon:

http://www.redtube.com/177

I also like blowjob videos. Particularly the sensual ones from Fellucia Blow. I want to get a blowjob from this girl. I want to give blowjobs like this girl. What can I say...

http://www.redtube.com/39543

Enjoy.

I'm going to bed horny.

Rude Boys do the Double-V

2010-06-12T00:26:00.006-05:00

Come on rude boy, boy
Can you get it up
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough

Rhianna, Rude Boy

Well, that was certainly a question. After my hydraulics issues in our first two meetings. Would She have two rock hard cocks from Her two men?

She and I had cooked up our 3rd encounter, with an agenda. He would be in charge. We both agreed. What He wanted, He would get.

Now, She and I had some ideas on what that could be.

She likes gay porn. Wants to see me suck His cock. Maybe both of us crawling over to His chair and sucking Him. Or see Him fuck me in the ass. I'm a bi-sexual male, and have needs for male contact as well, so I'm down with that. Craving it, actually.

She also has fantasies, and He likes for Her to get pleased, that could happen. One fantasy She shared in an email was for what's called "creampie". She would be on top of me in 69, sucking my cock. He would be fucking Her doggy, over my face, and would cum in Her. I would lick it out. Was I up for that, She asked? I am.

I had picked up that He was wanting us to double-penetrate her somehow. Wasn't sure in what configuration.

I would essentially be their MFM sex toy in any scenario. She used the term "dutiful submissive". I'm okay with that term, although I tend to top from the bottom as it were. Besides, I'm more plugged in the middle: receptive to Him and dominant with Her. Her two rude boys.

Lot's of ideas flowing between Her and me by email. But He was not online. What would He really want? It was a mystery.

So, I prepared for anything. Craved anything.

I ate carefully for a couple of days before, to not worry about anal, if it happened. I picked up a vibrator and did some backside play, because it's been a while.

I took extra doses of Cialis, to be ready. 5X the previous dose to be exact.

I arrived early and got a room. I showered. I watched some porn. I waited.

A knock on the door, and we were together again. Breaking the ice with a hug again. Getting right to it. What would happen?

He took a seat on the recliner next to the king-sized bed to watch us. Took His cock out to stroke as He watched. Gave us instructions:

"Strip Her. But, you can't touchHher pussy or Her ass". Okay. I wanted to linger for a while on that and get some groping and kissing in. I was too slow for Her in that, and She stripped us down.

"Put Her on the bed". Done. She got on all fours and sucked my cock in as I kneeled upright on the bed. Yes, a decent hardon! She sucked it to full mast.

We shifted around to me laying on my back where He could watch Her kneel over my cock and suck me for a bit. Nice. More please. Quickly, we changed again.

"Fuck Her for me", He said. I climbed in missionary and without a condom, and stroked into her for a while. It felt heavenly. "God, I'm going to cum already!".

"Pull out then", He said, and I did. "Baby, I need you to pound me", She said. He replaced me and fucked Her to a strong orgasm. Pulled out, and sat back down.

Since he was sitting, I offered. "I can suck on that for you" I said. "No, I'm good", He declined.

"Climb on top of him, baby". She did, and we established a good "girl-on-top" fucking rythym. Fairly quickly He climbed in behind Her for the double-penetration. I assumed He would slide in Her ass for the DP, but I was wrong. He slid into Her pussy right along with me. A double vaginal. "You get to see my eyes go wide", she said to me right before He was in. Yes! His cock sliding on mine felt great! Highly sensitized. Beautiful friction.

He pounded into Her with me for an intense few moments. Man it felt good. Good to Him too, and He quickly shot His load deep into her pussy.

"Move over his face, baby". She did, and sat Her cum-filled pussy right on my mouth. I licked it out diligently, savoring His cum and licking Her to a screaming orgasm.

Wow. His fantasy of a DP and Her fantasy of a creampie come true.

He dressed, and stepped outside for a smoke. "Can I fuck Her more while you're gone", I asked. He's in charge, after all. "Go ahead. I'll be a few minutes".

I enjoyed some more missionary fucking Her while he was out. I like a slow fuck, and I was lingering on the stroking and kissing Her. She likes a rude boy. "Can you fuck me harder?" I can indeed, if that's what She wants. I did my best to pound Her into the bed from the top. She was breathing hard and squirming. "How hard are you trying not to cum right now?", she asked me. "I'm practiced at it". Delayed gratification that is. I can generally hold off an orgasm. She got there, though. Thrashing against me as She came. Wow.

He came back in and stripped down and joined us on the bed. Again, I offered. "Can I give Her a show and suck on that for you?" Please? Again, He declined. "No, I'm good".

He repositioned us for a fuck. Me on my back sideways on the bed with my head almost hanging on. Her 69 over me, sucking on me. Him standing by the bed and pounding into Her pussy right over my face. I managed to slip a hand in and rub Her clit while he fucked her. She came again, hard.

Another interlude followed, with Him sitting in the chair stroking and watching while I climbed in between her legs to lick Her pussy for quite a while. Her cumming. Her directing me. "I need some fingers in there." Okay. "Forget the clit, fuck me with your fingers hard." Which I did, vigorously, until She came hard again.

That was stimulating for him, and he climbed back on the bed. Back into the position that we had ended with twice before. Him spooning Her, and slipping into Her ass with His hard cock. Me spooning into Her front, slipping two fingers into Her cunt, and kissing her neck. Her delirious. "Come for me, baby". And He did. In Her ass.

Wow. Fun being their sex toy. "I hate to fuck and run, but we have to get back home". One hour of MFM fun.

I'm puzzled though. I offered three times to give Him a good blowjob. He declined three times. Nor did He take advantage of my offered ass. It's about double-fucking her. He's okay being naked with me as we're fucking Her, but He apparently doesn't need to cross swords so to speak.

When I'm in charge, He's going to get a long satisfying blowjob to completion. And, I'm going to cum in Her with a condom.

I didn't get off while they were there. I layed naked on the bed while they dressed and left. Then I took care of myself. I put a condom on the vibrator and stuck it deep in my ass to stimulate my prostate. (It's been a long time for that!) I stroked off while watching a porn DVD on my laptop. A good strong orgasm, shooting ropes of cum. By myself.

Then I straightened up the room and left.

Will there be a 4th time? What will happen the 4th time. When will I get to give a blowjob again? I really need to...

Hope for a 3rd Meeting!

2010-05-13T23:05:00.002-05:00

Hmmm, it's been a dry spell for a while now. A horny spell, for sure.

Discussions are being had for a third MFM threesome meeting with Her and Him. Possibilities...

The scenario: He, Dom by nature, is in charge. What He wants from Her and I, he gets.

Works for me.

Soon please...

HNT: Therapuetic Jets

2010-04-15T00:24:00.003-05:00

A hotel room. A jacuzzi! 180 deg mirrors. A king-sized bed. All alone - what a waste...

Still, those jets were quite relaxing. And massaging. And erotic.

True, I don't have a clit to park under those jets. But it felt pretty good on my body parts anyway.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone.

HNT: Swiffering

2010-04-08T23:17:00.003-05:00

Just indulging in a little half-nekkid house cleaning.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone.

Horny in the In-Between Time

2010-04-07T00:31:00.002-05:00

I miss them, already. Her and Him. My sexy couple.

Our two times together continue to run through my brain. Will there be a third time? I hope so. I have so many ideas for how it could go. I should share them with you all...

We're talking often, She and I, by email. Scandalously naughty emails. Soon...

I miss kissing her already. I miss the three of us entwined. I miss sucking on Him. I miss licking her wet delicious pussy. I miss them already.

While we're waiting for the next encounter, the next juicy story in the making, I have two questions for you, readers:

1. She has found and is enjoying this blog. Do you have thoughts for Her here about the two times together as recounted here? Or encouragement for Her to have a third time?

2. What do you think of the Male-Female-Male scenario that we lived and I described? And of my bi-sexual role in the middle?

Share with me. Detailed thoughts please...

Her, Him, and Me: 2nd MFM - Ponytail

2010-03-28T01:07:00.005-05:00

"What would you like me to wear", She asked me in her email about getting together for a second hotel room tryst. Yes! There would be a second time. They liked me, and thought that I made a good third for them.

I didn't really have an answer for her. Not yet anyway. I had some time to think about it, as our plans for a weekend meeting got cancelled. Plus, I had something more pressing on my mind. Would I have a problem again with keeping an erection with a condom on? Would they trust me without one, if so?

A solution came to me - a larger condom! Not that I have a huge cock. Just average 6". But, condoms did seem to be too snug for me. Off I went to the corner drugstore to snag a 3-pack of Trojan "Magnum" condoms. Did the cute young girl at the counter see them as she checked me out? She didn't change her expression if she did. A little trial at home, chubbing up on day-2 of my 3 day Cialis dose. A nice erection, if I do say so myself and yes! The Magnum rolled on easily and confidently. A nice jack off with a cream-filled Magnum confirmed that I could keep it up. All right! Let's try this again.

Still thinking about what she could wear for me. Lingerie? A sexy dress? Nothing.

Then a few days later, a surprise email. It's on for a few hours from now. Could I make it? A popped Cialis - damn, not enough time to be in my system well. But yes, I'll be there.

Here's what to wear for me, I tell Her: a ponytail. I have a thing for them. They remind me of my youth - and She is damn near twenty years younger than me. Plus, it's something to hold onto as you suck my cock.

I get a phone call from Him at the appointed time. "We're in a hotel near you". 15 minutes later I'm knocking on the hotel room door.

He meets me at the door, partially undressed. She's on the bed, panties only, looking flushed. "I was getting a blowjob when I called you", He says, smiling. Good, they've already warmed up.

He lays back on the bed for her to kneel over Him and resume the blowjob. Her ass swishes invitingly in my direction. Hell, I think, let's find out right away if this is going to work. I peel Her panties off and confirm that's she's wet already. I quickly undress and open a Magnum package. "Honey, are you ready for him?", He asks? Yes, she nods, and I move in behind Her doggy style to slide into Her.

Damn! No, it's not to be. An erection of sorts, but no steel in it. Insertion is not going to happen.

"Don't be nervous", they both encourage me. It's not really nerves. Just penile hydraulics 101. Too early for the medicine. I roll Her over and climb in the saddle missionary. Kissing Her deeply, waiting for it to happen, while He is encouraging her. "Just fuck Her, man". He reaches over and pulls the condom off of me. "Just fuck her." I spend some time rubbing the head of my cock back and forth in Her slit, but it's not going to happen.

That's not going to stop me from having a good time, though. I have more skills than needs, and I'm going to put them to use in pleasing Them.

Still in the saddle missionary, I draw my finger across Her lips and tell Him to slide His cock right there. Kneeling up beside our heads, He does just that. Sliding His cock between our lips. Hers underneath, mine on top - licking the length of His shaft for a while. Until I take His delicious rock-hard cock completely in my mouth. Matching His strokes into my mouth with forward progress of my own until He is filling my mouth with His thickness and hitting the back of my throat. Nice. Keep this up for a while, I think. He's still a little shy with this though, and pulls out and pulls Her up into doggy style to fuck Her again.

I stood up off of the bed and offer my cock to Her willing mouth. I'm thinking of her first email, where She said that She is VERY submissive, as I take Her ponytail firmly in hand. I'm going to own that ponytail and be a little rougher this time. Rougher. As She sucks me to an erection, I work that ponytail. I want her to feel the pressure of her head yanked back as He pounds into her pussy from behind. I alternate gripping my cock and feeding it into her mouth with lifting my cock and having her lick my balls - first one side and then the other. I use her ponytail to lift her face up to me to kiss her deeply, with my tongue using her mouth and then back down onto my cock. She has a lost look on her face as He and I are stuffing her from each end. A beautiful, lost look.

I have only snapshots in my head from the next hour with this beautiful couple. Her, the center of attention. He, the hard pounding cock. Me, all fingers and tongue.

- "You can't break me", She says as I saw two fingers vigorously in her cunt. Inverted, feeling her G-spot as she bucks against my tongue on her clit.

- Roughly sticking my thumb into her mouth for her to suck as He's fucking her, then holding Her face in my hands to kiss her deeply.

- Her, head down and ass up as he's fucking her doggy-style. Me, head against hers as I reach underneath her to crush a tit in each hand as he slams her. Rough.

- Him fucking Her missionary as I lay beside her and kiss her tenderly. Reaching between them to rub her clit as she rides another orgasmic wave.

- Her on top, as she rides Him blissfully. Me, behind them, pulling her ponytail back and rubbing his thigh. Following His direction to work my fingers into her pussy while he is stroking up into her as well. Feeling his cock sliding in and out with my inserted finger as we double-fuck her. Hot!

- Me, sucking his cock back in as she rolls off of him. Feeling his hips rise up off of the bed as he fucks up into my mouth. She and I alternating blowing him.

- Me, laying lengthwise on the bed and crawling in between Her legs to feast on Her engorged pussy lips. Taking my time to lick and suck and finger Her to multiple orgasms as He lays beside us and jerks off.

"I'll take your lead on how long to stay here", I tell them. "I can go anytime, or stay and play as long as you like". He looks ready to get off, and offers that our finish last time worked pretty well for Him. I'm game.

We get into position, three of us spooned together in a Her-sandwich. He pushes eagerly into Her ass from behind. I cuddle up to Her front as intimately as possible. Kissing Her deeply as I cup two fingers firmly into Her pussy. Planting kisses along Her neck as we double fuck Her - him with His cock ravaging Her ass and me finger-fucking Her pussy. Feeling Him through Her membrane, desperately and roughly pushing into Her ass. Her leg thrown over my hip to allow us both access. Her Baby behind her, filling Her. Her lover in front of her, kissing Her tenderly. Hot sweaty bliss.

After He comes, and She calms down Her breathing, He heads off to the bathroom to clean himself. I roll Her onto Her back and climb back in to kiss Her pussy a last time. "One more orgasm for you, if your game". "Oh, I'm game". I lick, slowly. The flat of my tongue teasing Her wet tasty opening. Seeking and sucking Her meaty lips. Languishing over Her clit. No hurry. Taking my time. Naked together, tasting Her. Until She cums once, twice, three times in an amazing bucking-against-my-face hard cum. Nice. I love it.

And we're done. Again, I haven't gotten off and that's okay. I enjoyed their naked bodies and I enjoyed mostly the intimacy.

"You guys are awesome", I tell her as I'm hugging and kissing Her on the way out.

"We know".

I'm hoping there is a next time...

HNT: 1/2 inch Guy Talk

2010-03-25T21:15:00.002-05:00

Ladies. Have you ever wondered how guys talk to each other at work when it's only guys?

Here's an actual conversation that I was in today with two other guys. We were debating a measurement.

Me: I think it's a half inch.

Guy #1 to Guy #2: Half inch? Isn't that about twice as long as your dick?

Guy #2 to Guy #1: You know it's not. You had it in your mouth last night.

Take a beat....on to the next topic.

That's how guys talk to each other every now and then at work. You've had a peek.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday. Click on the button to go see Os's rules.

A great Pussy, but More...

2010-03-22T16:40:00.004-05:00

Some checking in with Her very soon after the hot threesome was in order.

How was it for them? How did I fit with them? Were she pleased? He?

Emails, light with humor and graphic with remembered lust. Humor about the spilled lube. My bad!

Me: Sorry about that. I'm used to having to use a lot of lube.

Her: Don't need it with me. I get wet and stay wet.

Me: You were wet, that's for sure. And delicious.

Her: Well, I've been told I have a good pussy!

That did it. That sparked me. Here's what I wrote back:

Yes, you certainly have a great pussy. Wet and deliciously tasty. Meaty lips in an oh so good way - tantalizing to nibble on. I could stay there for a very long time. Licking along your slit with the flat of my tongue. Sucking on your clit, with my fingers tucked into your wetness thrusting slowly. Feeling you riding to a wave of pleasure. Nice.

But, you have more than a delicious pussy.

More. Long lovely hair that framed your pretty face as you took my cock in your mouth. Pleasure displayed on your face as He pounded your pussy from behind while you were sucking on me. How did it feel to be double-stuffed with willing cock?

More. Lips, born to be kissed. Nibbled on. Parted with my searching tongue. Pierced with my length. I can only imagine making out with you with kissing as it's own intimate goal.

More. Full delicious tits that strained against your bra and felt deliciously full in my cupped palm. Nipples that tasted good against my sucking tongue. Do you like for your full tits to be touched? Kneaded? Pulled on? Lightly spanked?

More. A nice round ass, begging to be spanked and kneaded. Played with. Pushed up against. Spread and fucked by your husband while I filled your hot pussy with my fingers. Were you lost in the feeling of being sandwiched between us as He took you from behind?

More. A willing spirit. Delighting in the act of sex. Pleasing both your baby and your guest - as pleasing pleases you. Submissive to our wills - with multiple orgasms as your reward.

More. A sharing spirit. Letting me watch you make love to your husband. Sharing my cock with him. Sharing His thick hard cock with me. Did it thrill you to see me take him between my lips and deep into my mouth?

......

I think she rather enjoyed that email. It lead to a second time with them...

Her, Him, and Me: Action!

2010-03-18T23:26:00.004-05:00

I arrived at my / our hotel room ahead of them, and was sitting in the desk chair with my head down. Lots of thoughts going through my head. Was this really going to happen? Had my Cialis dose, just taken, kicked in yet? Who was going to direct the action? Would it go like She had written?

"I would love to watch some man give him a great blow job....and I would love to be pleasured by 2 men."

My nervous ramblings were interrupted when she burst through the propped open door and saw me sitting there.

"Are you praying?" Spunky, this one. Good sign.

I moved straight to Her and wrapped Her up in a hug. "Can I have a kiss", I asked - taking one before She answered.

"A kiss", I asked again, "before He gets a treat?"

"Oh, He's not ready for that yet." Okay, now I have some direction. Focus on Her.

He sat on the end of the bed as we stood, Her facing Him between His knees. He was undressing Her as I stroked Her bare shoulders with my fingertips. Some nervous chatter between them. "Are you okay, baby", He asked checking with Her. "I'm good. I don't know why I am so nervous."

Because there was chemistry, that's why. The situation was hot!, and She was heavy-breathing because of it. Heavy sexual tension in the room.

Back and forth we turned Her. Facing Him, kissing Him. Facing me, kissing me. Back to Him. Back to me. I cradled Her face in my hands and kissed her gently. "I like to kiss", I whispered into Her sweet tasting lips. Back to Him.

We stripped to our underwear and the three of us climbed onto the king-sized bed together with Her sandwiched between us. All hands and kissing. Her getting attention from both sides. Lips on Her neck. My hands cupping Her full breasts straining against Her crochet-bra. Fondling and squeezing. Sounds of heavy breathing filling the air.

Hands roaming, He and I found Her pussy at the same time and shared er with our fingers. Him on her clit, me with fingers stroking into her very wet slit. Establishing a rythym. Reverse that, with me finding Her clit through the meaty folds of Her lips and Him thrusting his fingers. Kissing him. Kissing me. Double teaming Her pussy with our busy fingers until She had the first of many eye-rolling orgasms!

He moved down to replace His fingers with His mouth, while I stayed laid along side Her feeling her up. Kissing her deeply. Sucking in Her ample nipples. Still rubbing Her clit while he sucks on her.

"I've got to have her", He says. He moves up to the missionary position and strokes into Her while I'm still snuggled against Her side. A couple, fucking, up against me. Awesome! I'm reaching between them and still rubbing Her clit while He's stroking into Her vigorously. Pumping into Her with His eyes closed. Breathing on me as I turn Her head to me and kiss her. Her moaning coming against Her lips as she cums again. But not Him. He has stamina, this one who is 15 years younger than me.

We move. He pulls Her up sideways on the bed into doggy style and plunges back into Her from behind. I'm standing next to the bed at Her head. She reaches out as She's rocking back and forth to feel my erection straining through my boxer briefs and helps me get them off. Yes! A solid boner pops out and She pulls me into Her mouth.

As Her warm wet mouth envelopes me, I take in the scene. Him, on his knees taking her from behind and looking at me. Her, on all fours with her long beautiful hair framing her lovely face as she sucks on me. Me, standing and feeding my cock into Her mouth as I stroke on Her silky hair. Wow. Bliss.

She flips over on her back and He stays upright between her legs, fucking into Her. She turns Her head sideways and takes me back in Her mouth as we continue to double-fill Her from each end.

He falls forward into missionary position, which puts His head right with Hers and, next thing I know, they are both sucking my cock. Her below, Him above. Sharing me. Hot! I'm game, and I feed them both for a short while.

"Put a rubber on" he whispers while they change again. He lies on his back longwise on the bed. She lays on her back crosswise with Her head in his lap. I grab a regular Trojan that I had put on the bedside table and struggle to get it on. Damn things! I'm not good at condoms, and have a moment of a comedy of errors. I manage to get it on, and apply a little lube from a little bottle that I bought and brought. (I'm used to using a lot of lube, although it turns out She doesn't need any!) As I'm climbing back in with her, I manage to spill the lube bottle all over the bed! Quite a puddle! Oh well, laughing during sex is good.

I move into position between Her legs to fuck Her while she takes His cock in her mouth. I tried anyway. Oh no! It's not happening. Between the nerves of the moment, the Cialis not kicked in fully, and the tight condom the firm erection that I had during sucking disappeared for fucking. Not going to happen. I know clearly that I'm not going to get off, and that's okay this time. I'm going to be into pleasing them.

I slid down the bed and made myself comfortable eating Her delicious pussy, as He laid beside Her jacking off. Yum. Wet and tasty. Tugging on those meaty lips that I had felt earlier with my lips. Running that flat of my tongue firmly against her opening, pushing slowly in. Reaching up to caress and squeeze and slap! Her tits while I am sucking Her clit into my mouth. Until She was bucking against my face in a long and strong climax. Yes!

I wasn't done there though, and I began my assualt on Her pussy again. This time I didn't leave Him out. As I was licking Her steadily, I reached out and replaced His hand with my hand on his cock. Jacking Him off slowly in time to my sucking. Nice! He has a nice thick cock with a good 7" length or so, and it felt great in my hand. I made sure that She could see me, and soon both of them were moaning and kissing.

She was the focus though, and several more orgasms were had before we changed positions again. Multi-orgasmic does not begin to describe this delightful young lady. He is a lucky man in that regard. I was too, for this short time.

Three more positions come to mind.

- Him lying on his back. Her upright riding on top of him. Me, standing on the bed and touching the ceiling with one hand to steady myself as I feed my cock into Her mouth with the other. Hard enough to suck on. Enoying the feeling and the sight.

- Him still lying on her back. Her on all fours sideways to Him, sucking his cock. Me behind her, spanking Her delectable ass before I semi-mount Her from behind. Sawing my fingers in and out of her cunt from behind, as I kiss and suck her neck. Taking His cock out of her mouth and putting it in mine. Sucking Him deeply in as he thrusts up to meet me. God it feels good in my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat with his thick head as She's licking along His shaft.

- Finishing in a Her-sandwich. Him behind her, spooning into Her. Me, spooning into Her front in a lover's embrace. Kissing her passionately as I'm feeling her body with my roaming hands. Moving down to rub her clit while he's fucking her, and realizing that he's pushed into Her ass. Cupping Her clit against my palm as I jam two fingers into Her pussy. Feeling his cock in her ass through the membrane. His turn to cum, he pounds into her ass as I am loving kissing her. With a grunt, He pulls out and cums on Her ass. "Is it good, baby" She coos to Him as I'm kissing trails down her neck. It's good.

I'm not quite done yet.

As He heads into the bathroom to wash up, I push Her on her back and spread Her legs. "You get to come again", I say as I dive back in to lick Her pussy some more. Still wet. Still warm. Delicious. I take my time and She warms up to it again. "Oh my God" She moans, and works Her way back to a bed-shaking thigh-clamping super orgasm. How many has She had now!

Now we're done. She goes into the bathroom to clean-up and dress, leaving He and I in the main room to do the same. Could be awkward.

"Thanks for sharing", I say to Him.

"Thanks for helping", he answers.

I'm sitting back in the desk chair with my head down again when She comes out of the bathroom.

"What are you thinking", She asks.

"Dear Penthouse Forum...." I say. That gets a laugh.

And I get a last kiss. Some quick promises to get together again, and they're out.

I laid on the bed for a while to re-live it in my mind. And to, um....take care of myself. Cleaned up the room, and then I'm out too.

A fantasy fulfilled, in a big way! Thank you to Her and Him.

Turns out, it wasn't a one-time thing...

Return to HNT

2010-03-18T19:23:00.003-05:00

Dipping my (soapy) toe back into HNT after a long absence.

Not sexy, I know.

Check out my previous two posts. I'm bringing sexy back.

Also, click on this button and learn about Half-Nekkid Thursdays:

Her, Him, and Me: Meeting...

2010-03-17T00:17:00.004-05:00

She surprised me, she really did, with her email out of the blue. "Are you still looking to experience a 3-some?" Yes please. It took 16 more back-and-forth emails, with her not him, to make it happen.

I learned about them in the emails. Both much younger than me. Clean, attractive - verified with pics. Risking my own face pics that they seemed pleased with.

I learned this from Her: "I am very, very sexual". Well, we'll find that out in time, won't we?

How about Him: "Hubby has had a very brief bi encounter and he was turned on by it and would like to explore it more." I'm down for that. Let's explore.

What did She think about that? "I am completely turned on by that.... I would love to watch some man give him a great blow job....and I would love to be pleasured by 2 men." Okay, now we are on.

What would the dynamic be? "Hubby by nature is a Dom, and I am very submissive in the bedroom." Perfect. Plug me in between.

Time to have fun. Now for the logistics. Neither can host, so a hotel is in order - preceeded by a public meeting as a sanity and chemistry check. We setup an early evening meeting in their town not far away. I arrived early and grabbed a room and a shower.

6:15 came, and I walked into the meeting place, the bar of a chain restaurant. She sat on a stool along the bar in between us two guys. Three beers please. No food. Hopefully, we wouldn't be there long...

She was right. They were more attractive in person than their pictures even. Very nice. A good start. She had long beautiful strokable hair. Very pretty. Full breasts straining at her sweater. A nice round spankable derriere. Yes. Yes. Yes. He - well He is a guy and I don't know what guys look like. Focused on her.

I wanted to kiss Her right then, right there, in public. I love to kiss. She looked very kissable, to say the least. I ached to kiss Her.

But, there was nervous conversation to be had first. Small talk, with an sexually charged agenda. I just wanted to put them at ease. I wanted them to like me. I wanted them to say yes. We had some things in common, and the conversation became easier. Did they like me? Are we really going to be having sex in a short while? It seemed possible. I tried to talk with both of them, and not just Her.

"Can I buy another round, or some food", I offered. "Or, would you like to go with me? I'll take your lead".

Her, looking at Him: "I'll take your lead".

Him: "Are you good? Would you like another beer".

Her, with a smile: "I'm good. I don't need another beer."

It's on. The chemistry is there and it's electric. We settled the tab and then came the question. "Should we get a room?"

"I already have one. I'm checked in and had time to shower even."

Her, with a smile: "Well, that was presumptious!"

"Optimistic", I say.

I gave them my room key holder with the hotel name and room number written on it. No key. And off we drove in separate cars toward our rendezvous...

Let me gather the X-rated slideshow in my head, and I'll tell you what we did on the king-sized bed...

An Unexpected Sex Life

2010-03-14T09:34:00.006-05:00

When I started this blog some 350 posts ago, I noted this:

"Whatever life's circumstances, being semi-celibate does not mean semi-sexual."

Still true. Although semi-celibate (with the "semi" being optimistic), I am a sexual man. Desireous of a sex life.

I've commented before about the stresses and traumas of life that have strangled intimacy at home. While those traumas are still there, and then some, I won't be commenting on them any more here. Keepin' it sexy from here on.

How honest can I be here about my sex life and sexuality? Who would I thrill or disappoint on this semi-anonymous blog?

To be honest, to have any sex life at all in the last few years I've had to find those opportunities on my own, online. One-night stands, mostly through Craig's List. Some with women - who I love. Delightful. Some with men, learning that I am comfortably bisexual. Yes. How is that for honest.

And now, with a couple. A beautiful sexy young couple, who shared me as their third. MFM, in the parlance of the web. Wow.

How did it happen? Well, I threw a hail Mary pass on CL.

I posted an ad in the M4MW section (man for a man & woman) asking to fulfill a fantasy to be in a threesome before I hit a milestone birthday. Help me fulfill birthday wish, X-rated style. Plug me in between you. I would be yours to play with. Receptive to him. Dominant, more or less, with her.

I threw it out there.....and heard.....nothing. Nada. Zip.

Oh well. I tried. It would have been nice. Damn.

And then, a month later, out-of-the-blue, an email. From Her. "Are you still interested?" YES YES YES.

A few emails later with shared pics and we made it happen. A meeting in public over a beer. A couple of hours of red-hot threesome sex on a hotel king-sized bed that totally fulfilled my fantasy. Two willing men double-stuffing a sexy and multi-orgasmic young lady. More please.

Wouldn't you have liked to be a fly on the wall to see that? Or, to join in...

Now I have an X-rated movie playing in my head. Flashbacks. Stills. Hot moments.

Should I tell the story of Him and Her and Me? :)

3-D Lust

2010-03-12T21:45:00.002-06:00

I saw Alice in Wonderland recently.

In this version, Alice is 19 years old and is revisiting the land where she had her earlier adventure.

19.

Good. It's okay then that I was lusting for her throughout the movie. All innocence and all sexy. With those light airy dresses exposing her shoulders just so. Her long blond hair parted in the middle and framing her lovely face.

Hot. Alice is very fuckable - in 3D.

As is the White Queen, Anne Hathaway. The female version of a tall drink of water.

I was having some impure thoughts in that particular fantasyland. Which made it a very entertaining movie.

Hot Girls on Ice

2010-02-22T23:41:00.003-06:00

I knew that there would be some sexy athletes at the Winter Olympic games. Skiers and figure skaters and whatnot.

I did not expect that the sexiest of them all would be in Women's Curling! I'm now addicted to Women's Curling, and Cheryl Bernard of Canada.

She's gorgeous! And sexy. And a winner! And I'm having seriously impure thoughts about her...

Go skip! Win gold!

Cute Butts Everywhere!

2010-02-02T11:38:00.003-06:00

Hmmm. I don't know if I can do this.

This, being joining a health club on a family membership as a New Year's resolution.

Sounds good in theory. Practically, it's a problem.

Not because I can't excercise. I can, and I will.

A problem because there are, ummmm, distractions everywhere. I was really trying to pay attention as the fitness instructor demonstrated the various machines for Mrs. SCM and the younguns during the peak hour. Yes, you put your legs there and...

Oh, my. There are cute butts everywhere!

The blonde in the ponytail pounding out a marathon on the treadmill..

The tall brunnette on the elliptical...

The slim asian on the ab machine...

My eyeballs had hard-ons. Can I keep from having the same in my gym trunks.

I've been back since. I left my eyeglasses in my locker so that I wouldn't be distracted. I did my own zoned-in time on the treadmill, facing out of the windows, lost in my MP3 player, and one thought:

Is anyone looking at my butt? Please?

Team Jon, Part 2

2009-06-10T09:54:00.003-05:00

This train wreck called Jon & Kate Plus 8 is screwing with my mind. I'm relating their collapsing marriage to my own disfunctional situation too much.

I was talking to Mrs. SCM on the phone this week. I was describing a situation that was causing me stress. Her immediate reflexive comment was that it was basically my fault. The thought that went through my head was:

"Yeah. Thanks, Kate, for pointint that out."

I watched a little bit of the show this week. I could only take ten minutes of Kate sniping at Jon because he wasn't preparing the food the right way for her. Belittling him to their guest. "Well, Jon's not really capable of...". I got up and walked out.

Ladies, you should make this a teachable moment. Give some thought to how you talk to your guy. Do you, as Kate does, communicate to him relentlessly that he doesn't do it right or meet your expectations?

If you do, then - how should I put this delicately - WAKE THE FUCK UP!

Two-Wheel Fever

2009-06-09T16:52:00.002-05:00

I wish I had a motorcycle.

I wish I had a woman who wanted to ride behind me on a motorcycle.

I don't have either.

Damn.

They're everywhere, this time of year. Taunting me. Tempting me.

I haven't ridden in years. More than a decade. But I haven't forgotten.

I will have a bike again. Soon.

I can dream until then...

At the Movies

2009-06-06T13:32:00.002-05:00

Laughter. It's good for the soul.

And I got a lot of it at the theater watching "The Hangover". Laugh-out-loud funny. A touch raunchy. A lot crazy. Very funny. I haven't heard that much laughter in a theater for a film in a while.

Which gives me a chance to observe this: Heather Graham has still got it! This girl is fun and sexy. A great combination. Killer smile. Killer bod. She exudes life! I could watch her movies any day - especially, however, the ones where she's grinding on a stripper pole in a bikini - in the closing credits anyway. Jade is a memorable character.

Next on my list at the movies: The Taking of Pelham 123.

I distinctly remember the original movie. IT was the first time, in my memory anyway, that I saw a movie made out of a book that I had read. The remake looks pretty good.

In the meantime, I need to find some more pics of Heather Graham to download...

I'm with Jon

2009-06-01T12:38:00.002-05:00

Okay, I got suckered in. I watched the season premiere episode of Jon and Kate Plus Eight on TLC on Memorial Day. My bad.

Yes, I've seen a few minutes here and there last year. Mrs. SCM watches the program. She wanted me to watch with her now. Bad idea, I thought. This is a no-win situation for me. I'm going to root for Jon against Kate-zilla and get myself in trouble. But, I pressed on foolishly and watched it.

Watching the episode totally reminded me of the niche on CraigsList called "Cuckolds". These are couples with a dominant "hotwife" and a submissive male who thrives on getting humiliated. Not for me, but to each his own I guess. It's not enough for the cuckold to just get cheated on. Oh no. The cuck gets off on setting up his humiliation. On arranging dates for his hotwife with "bulls", who come over to please the hotwife in all of the ways that the cuckold cannot.

Kate is the hotwife. Jon is the cuckold, participating in his own humiliation. The show is the bull, providing for Kate what Jon can't.

It could play out, whatever, if there weren't kids involved. But, there are. And this is going to end badly.

What were they thinking, going on TV? Kate, in the midst of her martyr rant, observed that parents of multiples have a divorce rate triple the population and that she had thought that they would beat it. Wrong statistic to focus on. How about this one: 100% of married couples on reality TV get divorced. Beat that.

Am I going to watch episode two tonight. Probably. But, I'm rooting for Jon to escape.

Soft Country Porn

2009-05-31T00:25:00.003-05:00

I have this thing now for country music. Ever since I made a recent excursion to Music City and the Grand Ole Opry.

So, not only do I have two country music channels on my presets in the car now, but I regularly stop by the Great American Country channel on cable. They actually still play music videos. Country music videos.

Some of which, as it turns out, are startlingly close to soft core porn. Not the booty shaking grind porn like the hip-hop videos. No. These are the cute blonde role-playing in outfits (cheerleader, nurse, name-your-hot-stereotype)videos.

Yes, I'm talking about Taylor Swift, and her "you belong with me" or whatever it's called. Even cuter is her hot brunette doppelganger.

Yes, I'm talking about Carrie Underwood and her "american girl" video. Wow.

Yes Yes, I'm talking about Kellie Pickler's "best days" video, featuring Taylor Swift. Two hot blondes, smiling and singing.

Wow. Makes a nearly-half-century-old-gezer-dude's heart beat fast. I know. I'm a perv. A country-vixen-loving perv.

Semi-Random Thoughts

2009-03-29T08:19:00.002-05:00

- Snowblowers! I am waking up this morning to the sound of snowblowers in my neighborhood. Will I ever be warm again? Will this cursed March ever end? Where is this mythical Global Warming when you need it.

- I say waking up. I mean waking up for the tenth time. I am sleeping horribly lately - getting up many times every night. It's dispruptive, and it wears on you. It's like an old joke that I heard long ago: Did you sleep good? No, I made a few mistakes.

- I wish that I could have all or most of the last nine days back. I had some time off of work, not at my choice. I had plans. I always have plans. I got none of them accomplished. There are few things more soul-crushing than having time off and doing absolutely nothing. I even passed on my favorite pastime - golfing. I had the time. I had the money. But, I'm having significant amount of chest pain lately and I was afraid that I would keel over on the back nine. Seriously. That wouldn't be good.

- If I knew in advance that I wasn't going to do anything for nine days, I would have done nothing differently. I would have cashed in a free roundtrip ticket in my account and gone somewhere in the country to do some photography. I miss flying into a town and capturing it digitally in the evenings. I really miss that.

- I did do some semi-naked housecleaning on the one warm day that we had. See picture.

- I wish I had a sex life. Well, one that involved another person anyway. I'm trying, really, to reconnect with Mrs. SCM. I made a point during my week of nothingness to try to "date" Mrs. SCM in some way. I had her meet me for lunch during her work day. Picked a nice restaurant. Ordered for her, her favorite choices off the menu - had it on the table waiting for her. Nothing. She couldn't get her head out of work and it was a long awkward lunch where she ate nothing. I tried. I think it's time to find her a boyfriend and then find other solutions myself.

- Sitting behind the glass at a semi-pro hockey game, with my boys, is awesome! When the players crash into the boards right in front of you is a rush.

- I live in a river town. The water is way, way, way up - and rising. It's going to be a wet spring.

- The War on Terror has come to my hometown. I can't tell you how, without giving up my location (which a few of you, but not all, know). Let's just say that I am not happy with Barry's administration for doing this to us.

- Here's a news story that you should give some thought to: handgun ammunition is sold out around the country. Don't believe me? Go to Walmart today and try to buy your favorite caliber of handgun ammo. I tried last night, after reading a story on my favorite political website about shortages and ammo manufacturers working 24/7. I wanted some 9mm for some time on a gun range that I have a membership in. No go. Empty shelf. I could buy one box of .22 LR (550 rounds). I could buy some shotgun shells. I was limited to two boxes of .762X39 for a rifle. No go on the 9mm. Never had that happen before. So, what are the social implications of all of the handgun ammo in America being sold out? Think about that, and get back to me.

- Devyn, from The Real World - Brooklyn, is without doubt the hottest real woman on TV. She does it for me, is all I'm sayin'.

Semi-back

2009-03-18T16:35:00.002-05:00

So, I saw a quote projected at a meeting today. It went something like this:

"Anybody can quit. Quitting is the easiest thing in the world to do. Keeping it together when everyone around you would understand if you fell takes courage."

Ouch. By that standard, Mrs. SCM has plenty of courage. Me, not so much lately.

It's been a long slog back from the deep deep deep funk of the holidays. Getting there though. Plus, almost 1000 people got layoff notices in my plant yesterday. I didn't know there were still 1000 people still here. I'm okay for the moment. But, it's a little stressful. I've taken on so many hats that I'm a walking hat rack.

When I'm not working I'm either couch-potato-ing or commenting on a science thread on another blog that I've become addicted to.

Since I have no semi-erotic stories to tell lately, I'll just ask this question:

Is Julianne Hough on "Dancing With the Stars" mega-watt-hawt or what? Melissa, right behind her.

Also, I'm rooting for Danny Gokey on American Idol.

Wow. Way to much TV lately.

How is everybody?

Back from Laptop Hell

2009-03-02T02:10:00.003-06:00

Hello sexy people! I'm back online.

The sad state of my laptop has frustrated me greatly in the last two months or so, and effectively taken me out of blogging recently. It was just too difficult to get online.

First it was a virus. A particularly malicious thing that took over in the background and made it progressively harder to do anything productive. It damaged my Windows operating system so severely that it would take me several attempts and more than an hour to just boot up to read one email. (An hour that I spent wishing painful torture on virus writers.) It got so frustrating that I almost gave up.

Then my built-in wireless card died. Just died. So, I ponied up and bought an external wireless PCMCIA card. It helped, but not enough. It dropped the connection constantly!

I got frustrated, and then gave up.

Giving up was actually liberating, and ultimately solved my problem. I knew I had important files backed up, so I just went for it. Risky as it seemed, I formatted my hard drive to kill everything dead. Then I reinstalled everything, starting with Windows. Finally, I trashed my new wireless card and bought a better one. Viola! I have my laptop back. It boots quickly, has lots of open memory, and connects solidly to the internet. Heaven.

I guess there's a lesson there generally about being willing to risk everything to gain. Or something profound like that.

I'm back.

Pacing the Cage, with Strip Club Flashbacks

2009-02-02T15:12:00.002-06:00

"The days drift by, they don't have names...." Jimmy Buffett

"What would you do if you were stuck in a place, and every day was the same, and nothing that you did mattered?" Phil (Bill Murray) - "Groundhog Day"

Question: Is 48 years old too young to be just waiting to die? Yeah, I thought so.

While I'm waiting, I'm watching a lot of junk TV. These days that mostly means VH-1, and the junkiest is Brett Michael's "Rock of Love Bus". Bus loads of skanky girls on tour!

Brett's bus seems to have a propensity toward pulling into strip clubs after his shows. And, for two episodes in a row, they seem to be strip clubs that I have been to.

First was the world famous "Big Al's" in Peoria, IL. Yep, been there. It's a nice club, high end, with some gorgeous dancers. I wrote about one evening there on my original blog "DanceFan: on Strippers and LIfe". Go read about it here.

This week it looks like he's stopping at the Hustler club in St. Louis. (Actually across the river in Illinois). I had a wild night there,in the company of a famous porn starlett feature dancer (Jenna Haze) and another drop in rock star that night. Go read about that night here. It's a good read. Ask me in the comments, and I'll tell you who the rock star was.

Next post, I'll tell you a good story about my last time in a strip club.

Now, back to pacing the cage...

Frigid

2009-01-25T21:08:00.002-06:00

I'm really really tired of the cold, and the incessant snow, this year. It's frigid.

Speaking of frigid, I apparently am at the moment. Obsessing about sex, but not having any. Ouch. I have a willing partner, but the dynamics are just f'd up at the moment.

I'm so cold...

But, I'm Not Dead Yet

2009-01-15T23:05:00.002-06:00

I hate that my blog has become a decidedly unsexy whinefest about my traumatic life. Of course, I hate that my life has become unsexy and traumatic - and the blog reflects my life. It is what it is.

I'm reduced at the moment to deriving any sexual arousal in my life from tripe like "A Double Shot of Love" on MTV.

Bisexual.Twin.Barbies.

Um, yeah. Works for me. Does anyone think that they will find love on this show? Or at they really can't decide until the end of the show whether they want to end up with a straight guy or a lesbian chick? Can it be any more ironic that they are called the "Ikki Twins"? (Vikki and Rikki) None of that matters.

Bisexual.Twin.Barbies. Yikes!

I needed something tonight to pull myself out of my funk. So, I took myself on a date to a musical. "Spamalot" - based on Monty Python's "The Holy Grail", which I watched several times in the late 70' and could quote by heart. I laughed my ass off, which I definitely needed. Which reminded me:

It's just a flesh wound. I'm not dead yet.

Escaping thru Hollywood

2009-01-11T13:51:00.005-06:00

"We all need a little tenderness.
How can love survive in this graceless age?"
Don Henley/Eagles - "The Heart of the Matter"

Good question. I got nuthin'. I think it's about forgiveness, but I don't have it in me right now.

I've been taking a time out from trauma for a week or so. Haven't really spoken to anyone other than at work.

I'm living on the couch in the basement. Sleeping there. Watching a lot of movies.

So, having nothing to say, here's a list of my Top 10 movies that I would rent if I walked in a video store and then hid out for a week - in no particular order.

- Shakespeare in Love
- Groundhog Day
- Lost in Translation
- Underworld
- Tin Cup
- Slapshot
- Phenomenon
- Joe Dirt
- Payback
- Charlie's Angels and/or Mr. & Mrs. Smith (for a little T&A).

I've seen most of them in the last two weeks. I may watch them again today...

Les Miz Therapy

2009-01-08T17:20:00.002-06:00

"My soul belongs to God, I know
I made that bargain long ago
He gave me hope when hope was gone
He gave me strength to carry on"

"Who am I", Les Miserables

Let me just say that I love the musical Les Miserables. Love it. I can sing all of the songs. I've seen it several times and would pay to see it again in a heartbeat. What a deep, rich, inspiring storyline.

When I'm in a deep funk I put it on and listen and sing. It helps. Therapeutically.

I'm not sure if it's enough to pull me out of my current funk, but I'm trying it again. Sing it with me....Who am I? I'm Jean val Jean. When I think of my sons, I sing the hauntingly beautiful "Bring Him Home."

I think I'm working it out in my vivid dreams this week.

- one where I'm getting a divorce
- one very hot sex dream
- one weird but great dream where I was somewhere in Europe selling a motorcycle to get on a cruise ship

Last night was my classic stress dream - where I'm back in college. I have that one a lot. This one had a twist though. I was my current age, taking a business class. I had a low tolerance for the immature college age kids, and their unseriousness. Same for the young lady teaching the course. So, I did my own thing. She got in my face for tuning out and not paying attention, and I took none of it and got back in her face. Just a dream.

Now, back to Les Miserables and the barricades!

House of Trauma

2009-01-04T13:08:00.002-06:00

Okay, I’ve been practicing a self-preservation form of self-deception on here lately it seems.

I’ve been telling myself that the major depressions that I’ve had in December were due to a hatred of the “holidays”. True enough. But, it’s not about what the holidays are. It’s about what the holidays do: force you to spend time with your family 24/7. That’s a problem, being with my family means exposing myself to trauma on a daily basis. That’s depressing.

The trauma of realizing that my wife of 25 years and I have virtually nothing in common and that there’s no chance of fixing that, for one. But that's for another day.

The trauma of our children’s awful and dangerous behavior for another.

I know that everyone has problems with their kids. I know that. I’m not trying to whine or be special. But really, our two boys seem to have a higher level of insanity than most people, hopefully, ever experience and no one sees that side of them but Mrs. SCM and I. We keep it contained in the house. The House of Trauma.

The House of Trauma – a Play in Three Acts:

Scene: interior of a house in the early morning.

- Teen (15 years old), after a two-day binge of house-destroying and parent-defying insanity, wakes up early and begins playing a video game on the family computer in the kitchen.
- Junior (9 years old), after a relatively quiet week, wakes up cranky and feisty and pulls up a chair unnervingly close to Teen.
- Dad, already up and quietly reading on the couch.
- Mom, waking and prepping in the bathroom.

Teen: “Dad, would you tell Junior to get away from me. He’s bothering me.”

Dad: “Junior, get away from Teen and stop bothering him, like you don’t want to be bothered when you’re playing.”

Junior: “Shut up, Dad.”

Dad: “Junior, get up out of your chair and walk away right now.”

Junior: “I said shut up, bitch.”

Dad: “Junior, you cannot talk to your parents that way. You are harming our family with your behavior. Stop it. Get up now and go back to your room”.

Junior (loudly and hysterical): “You stop it, Dad. You’re the one harming our family. Everytime you open your mouth you cause trouble. You stop it. Why don’t you leave you bitch.”

Action: Teen and Junior start aggressively punching each other, with intent to harm.

Dad (bellowing): “GET AWAY FROM EACH OTHER, NOW!!!!!!”

Mom (entering the kitchen hurriedly from the bathroom): “I’m coming, I’m coming! What is going on in here.”

Dad: “Junior is acting up and needs to leave the room now.”

Junior: “You’re acting up, Dad. You need to stop it.”

Action: Junior begins throwing objects at Dad. A shoe. A pencil. A plate. Dad restrains himself, knowing from past experience that if he even touches Junior to remove him to his room it will escalate into an hour-long fit of screaming “You’r eabusing me!” Mom steps between Junior and Dad.

Mom: “Junior, you stop this now! Get on the time out chair.”

Dad (getting in Junior’s face): “You heard her. Close your mouth and get over on that chair.”

Mom (turning on Dad): “WOULD EVERYONE PLEASE JUST STOP?”

Action: Junior screams at mom “Asshole!” and starts physically assaulting her.

Mom: “Stop it now!”

Action: Mom sits on Junior and puts him in a physical restraint taught to us by DCFS during our Foster Parent training. Junior thrashes in her grasp, trying to kick and bite her. Dad keeps hands-off.

Junior: “Let me go or I will kill you, you fucking bitch!”

Dad: “You say that again and I will call the police”

Junior: “I’ll kill you too Dad, you bitch asshole.”

Action: Mom restrains Junior for 30 minutes, enduring invective and assault until Junior finally wears out and stops.

Mom: “Now, get on the time-out chair.”

Dad: “I want him out of this house for the day. He can’t win and be rewarded for this behavior.”

Mom: “How is he being rewarded? He’s going to time-out, and he won’t get on the computer.”

Dad: “He leaves the house or I leave the house.”

Mom: “How does running away make any sense?”

Act II

Action: Dad takes Teen and leaves the house for hours. Hours. Almost checks into a hotel, but instead wanders around town with his phone off.

Dad eventually arrives back home.

Junior meets Dad at the door with a long apology note and a remorseful sad look on his face.

Dad: “I don’t care. Get away from me.”

Action: Dad retreats to the basement for the rest of the day, speaking to no one.

Act III

??????????????????????? What new trauma awaits today?

I Got Your Crazy...

2009-01-02T13:45:00.004-06:00

"you say I'm crazy, I got your crazy" - Britney Spears, "Womanizer"

Wow, it's been quite a roller coaster for me, psychologically, in the last few weeks. The holidays do that to me. And you, my few and faithful readers, get to see behind the curtain of my mind. Raw and mosty unedited. Much more than family or friends ever get to see.

I am who I am. Roughly, in unequal parts: flawed, funny, smart, lazy, selfish, giving, charming, deceitful, inquisitive, cultured, resourceful, respectful, confident, patient, withdrawn, lustful, risk-taking, friendly, religious, stubborn....etc.

But, the holiday are over and life is returning to a normal level of disfunction for me. Which means that I am smiling today and thinking about the future. So, without further ado, more new year’s resolutions off of the top of my head:

- spend focused time with the boys: play, encourage, mentor.

- continue working on the house to make it a positive home environment for the family. Fix all of the broken things that are sapping our will, and re-purpose rooms to make living together smoother.

- Teach one of my sons to play guitar. Not sure which one.

- Read more, and I already read a lot. Read all of the things that I’ve been wanting to that I haven’t gotten to lately. Shakespeare. Darwin vs. Intelligent Design (Johnson, Dembski, and Behe). More Bible. Plays and novels.

- Learn Tai Chi. Okay, this has been on my list for twenty years. This year I am going to do it.

- Lose 25 lbs and be fitter. For my health. This I can do. I need to get back to my Air Force weight.

- Start preparing for the end or the world in 2012, as per the Mayan calendars. Stocking up on food supplies and guns.

- Less politics. This one is hard for a political junkie. But, I need to tune out for the next 8 years or I will have a stroke.

- More music. You can’t have too much.-

I'll stop there, although I'm sure I'll think of more.

Happy New Year, everyone.

P.S. I'm at least partially kidding about the 2012 thing. Just threw that in to see if you were reading closely. Although, the MiddleEast is flaring up and there was a swarm of earthquakes in the Yellowstone Supervolcano caldera last week and...as you were.

Blogging the New Year

2008-12-31T22:33:00.003-06:00

Here I am again. Unexpctedly on the road again in a hotel - away from Mrs. SCM on New Year's Eve! Sad. Very sad.

A hotel with a bar, at least. Happy couples all around me, dancing the night away minutes from the big kiss.

So, with a cold brew in hand and a good view of the sexy girls in party dresses on the dance floor (eye candy!), I'll share New Year's Resolutions:

1. More and better sex and romance:

- of the marital kind preferrably
- romance, because I'm that kind of guy
- sex, because....just because! Good sex. Tender sex. Rough sex. Kinky sex.

I've given that last one some thought in the last two days. Oh, yeah. I have a plan. I'm going to be pushing the boundaries in 2009. It's either going to get better or break. I'm hoping for better. I'm making changes, taking charge. Mrs. SCM does not know what is coming her way, but I'm going to do my damndest to make it a banner year.

2. Ah hell, do you really care what the other 9 are?

Happy New Year's, everyone out there in blogland. You were all awesome in 2008.

Surfing the Sexual Smorgasbord on Craigs List

2008-12-29T03:03:00.002-06:00

Something I like to do when I’m lonely or blue or fruitlessly horny is to surf CraigsList.com, especially the “casual encounters” section.

I’m not talking about using CL to try to actually hook up with another living person or persons for NSA (no strings attached) sex. That’s mostly an exercise in frustration and disappointment. Not that I would know…

I’m talking about surfing CL for amusement and titillation. Sort of a sexual amusement park or a university level sex education. Surf it to watch other people trying to hook up. It’s amateur porn at it’s best. There are some hot pictures of real people on there if you work for it, just a right-click from being in your hidden porn folder. Plus the erotica of people pitching a sexual encounter in just a few lines.

I have two tips for you to enhance your CL surfing experience:

1. Go traveling. Don’t just focus on where you live, although that’s a good starting place. Go bigger. Go exotic. Go to the “cities” column and start picking out big cities that might have hot people in them trying to hook up. Places known for hot bodies and/or sin. Las Vegas of course – I check it weekly. Miami, LA, Orange County next – all featuring a high percentage of the beautiful people. Work your way through Chicago and New York. It’s cheaper than airfare.

2. Open all of the casual encounters categories one by one and explore. Here are some for starters:

a. M4W (men for women): the heart of NSA sex. Lonely men desperate for the hook up. Trying to sell themselves, usually with dick pix and/or promises of great oral ability.

b. W4M (women for men): a sea of enticing but mythical ads. There are no real women looking for NSA sex on CL. Just traps for lonely men, taking them to pay sites.

c. M4M (men for men): Wow. NSA at it’s purest – hookups on the downlow. Tops looking for someone to take their load. Bottoms looking to take them. This section is very real, and has a language all it’s own. Lots of dick pics.

d. W4W (women for women): my favorite surfing zone. Lesbian, bi, and bi-curious women seeking each other. (Pausing while I am imagining them kissing. Yeah. Okay, I’m back). Some fakes here, but they seem mostly real. Femmes and Studs. Two types: women really wanting to lick kitty or have their kitty licked (NO COUPLES, NO MEN!!!), and women that have a man that will join or watch. A few sexy girl pics to be found in the mix.

e. MW4MW (couples for couples): the lifestyle. Swapping, either soft or full. Hot couple pics found here, either clothed or in the act. Penetration pics.

f. MW4W (couples for women): Couples looking for the unicorn – the single sexy female that will swing with them. Either for the wife alone of hubby will join in. If you’re a female willing to be with a couple, the world is your oyster here. You could have a date every night, it seems. Couple pics here, but usually individual of the male and the female. Selling her bi-ness and his package.

g. MW4M (couples for men): This is a mixed bag. Couples wanting an extra straight guy to double team her. Wanting a bi-guy to have contact with him, though more rare. Cuckold men looking for a “bull” for their hot wife. Domme females looking for an extra sub. Not as many pics in this section.

h. W4MW (women for couples): mythical unicorns. Enough said.

i. M4MW (men for couples): men in their 40’s trying to find the NSA sex via a couple, having given up on finding a unattached lady.

j. Exotic categories: I particularly like to look at the m4ww category – hey might as well throw the hail mary pass. If you really want to get out there, try the t4m (tranny for men) category. See if you can find a good picture of a “passable” transvestite or cross-dresser looking to hook up with a guy.

Did I leave anything out?

It’s a veritable sexual smorgasbord on Craigs List. An eye-opener, I think. An education, no doubt. Happy surfing.

A Magnificent Christmas

2008-12-26T00:00:00.002-06:00

One of the best Christmases ever for my family, today - Day 7 of the frozen Crystal City.

My children well behaved. Ecstatic that Santa finally brought their longed-for Wii.

Mrs. SCM face lighting up over small but well thought out gifts.

A dinner with extended family, survived.

Getting laid would have been the topper.

I'm settling for watching my favorite movie after all are in bed: "Shakespeare in Love".

A good day to remember.

Merry Christmas

2008-12-24T22:05:00.002-06:00

Ahhh, the quietness of Christmas Eve. Nice.

I've got all of the presents wrapped. I'm sitting by a beautiful Christmas tree, everyone else in bed already. I've got to fill up some stockings yet, and arrange the gifts under the tree.

Watching my wife and kids light up tomorrow morning and spending a good day together will more than make up for a lot of dark days lately. They are a blessing, and I am grateful for my family.

I am a Christian man, and I realize the reason for the season.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Semi-Funky

2008-12-23T22:50:00.002-06:00

I'm back, for the most part, from the disturbingly deep funk that I dropped into for the last few days. The holidays, some family dynamics, and the never ending icestorm were taking me down.

I appreciate the advice that I got to try anti-depressant medication. I do. My doctor has recommended it, actually. It's not for me though. My thought about it is this: some days depression is the only rational response to my life situation. It's temporary, and I get through it. Snap myself out of it.

It was time today to snap out of it today. I took some steps to feel human again. A long hot soapy shower. Some fresh clean new boxer briefs. A short masculine haircut. Some time outside.

Though I have three more family gatherings in the next two weeks that have the potential to take me down again, I'm optimistic.

I'm up. I'm frisky. Bring it on...

Dateless and Virtual in the Semi-Arctic

2008-12-21T19:22:00.004-06:00

The fucking holidays are wearing me down, as is my family.

I'm no good being around anyone at the moment. I couldn't be more depressed right now, and no one else needs to be taken down by that.

Which is why I have been sitting in my car outside our McDonald's (great WiFi)for the last 3 hours, engine idling to protect against -20 deg windchill, surfing the internet - mostly because I don't want to go home. Pathetic.

Did you know that they play Britney Spear's "Womanizer" about every 20 minutes? Yeah, they do. I'm starting to like it.

I tried to cheer myself up last night by going out to a movie. A good flick, I guess. But, I couldn't help noticing that I was the only one there date-less at a romantic comedy on a Saturday night. It wasn't the first time, won't be the last. Pathetic.

What the fuck went wrong with my life?

I'm a good guy, I think. Flawed, but good on the whole. Trying to be a good husband and father - for all of the good that does me. I'm reasonably handsome. I'm a caring and giving lover. I've taken the time and effort to learn how to please a woman in bed. I'm not a jerk. I'm relatively creative and interesting.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why can't I have a fulfilling sex life? Is that too much to ask? Really?

Fuck.

I may just sit here in my car all night, or at least until I run out of gas.

I can't pull out of this funk.

HNT - Hiding From the World

2008-12-17T23:47:00.006-06:00

HNT
Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man

Brrrrrr, it's cold outside. Plus, I'm maximum bummed out today.

So, I'm hiding out under my flannel sheets until further notice.

There's extra room under here. Anyone want to join me?

Happy, Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Now, go see Os.

I need a Hug. A Naked Therapuetic Hug.

2008-12-17T11:51:00.002-06:00

I wish I could write something sexy today. Not in me today.

I'm depressed and craving intimacy today. Not easy things to pull out of.

The Holidays always depress me, starting before Halloween and running all the way through the new year. It's too much demand to be social. I'm not that social. I can't live up to the demands of the season and I always end up letting someone, typically Mrs. SCM, down. I try. I really do. But it wears me down to a nub. I'm there right now. Nubbish.

I've also been having an incredible string of bad luck on the small things. I'm grateful for the big things - like still having my job for one. But the small things are adding up and bumming me out. A computer virus that's relentless. (Death to hackers!) My car broken into and robbed. My car rear-ended. The mental toll is adding up. I'm needing a crawl in bed with a cup of hot chocolate and read a book day. Soon.

To top it off, I'm unusually aware of all of the great women aroud me everywhere everyday.

My wife to start, who has a great tush. I was noticing that again the other day. Not much happening in the romance departmnent this week, mostly because of the damn busy season.

Co-workers. Good God how many good looking women there are where I work now! It's unfair, to not be able to do anything about that.

Horny and depressed at the same time is not a good thing.

I'm craving some restorative intimacy. Or some rocking sex. I want both - I'll take either.

The Equalizer

2008-12-07T23:30:00.003-06:00

I'm constantly amazed by this internet thingy - how it equalizes us all out in the best possible way.

An example, from this week:

I signed up on Classmates.com a while back, mainly to RSVP for a class reunion and also to see if I could contact my high school friend and college roommate to see where he wound up. I haven't been very active on that site. A little surfing to see who I might recognize. But, I'm not trying to meet people or chat on there.

I have an email capability on there, which I'm barely aware of. In fact, I've received emails on there from only two people.

One, from the aforementioned roomie who - it turns out - is still as irritating as he was when I lived with him.

And two, last week out of the blue from the class Goddess! I believe that I clicked on her profile and it must have registered a visit. So, she emailed me.

I was thunderstruck. This was a girl who was WAY out of my league in HS. She was gorgeous, although that word is inadequate. She had an ethereal beauty and a high-intensity smile. And she definitely had an "unobtainable" quality about her. She wasn't a "hottie" as I understand them now - that word is too crass for her. Not a cheerleader. She didn't even run around with the popular crowd. She was above them even, in a class by herself. She was aware of my existence, and that was enough for me in a school of almost 4000.

Ever since then, if I had an occassion to open a Year Book and look up some friends I would make sure to go by her picture. "Wonder what happened to her?", I would think.

Now I know. She has a good and quiet life in another part of the country, with a hubby and kids. She has a good stable job that I would never have guessed her in. And she comes home once a year to see family. She seems to be happy with where life has taken her, though with some small regrets.

How do I know? Because she's emailed me now a few times. She remembers me, and seems to like me.

As it turns out, we're both just people. Equals, at least on the internet. And that is a really cool thing.

From Famine to Feast!

2008-12-02T00:29:00.001-06:00

Four times. In two weeks. Really.

That's like an annual record for us lately.

The woman cannot keep her hands off of me. Not that I'm complaining.

"Wow - 5 to 7 inches", She said...

2008-12-02T00:20:00.002-06:00

...of snow, of course. Winter has arrived! Brrrrrrrr.

Half of me likes winter. Half of me is freezing my buns off.

Stay warm, everyone.

Aphrodesiac Cinema

2008-11-29T00:36:00.003-06:00

Old me would have caught the signs, but not acted on it. New me had other ideas.

"How was your movie?", I asked as she walked in the house. "Oh, really good", she said - and I caught the purr in her voice.

See, here's the thing: this is a recognizable repeating pattern. I send Mrs. SCM out for a gettaway evening. She goes to the local multi-screen and sees a romantic comedy. She comes home frisky.

The tricky part is what happens next. What usually happens is that I pick up on the frisky vibe but find a way to ignore it or divert. Anything but act on it. Not because I don't find her sexy or attractive - because I certainly do. But there are so many other dynamics involved that kill a desire for intimacy.

But, and here is the critical but, I'm trying to change that.

I heard the purr in her voice. I acted. First, I made sure that the kids were put away for night. Then I slipped into the bedroom after her.

"Would you like some company?", I said with a devious smile. The surprise look on her face was replaced with a smile. "Sure, let me get ready."

And it was on.

Passionate and aggressive. I was taking charge. Taking things in hand. Probing and taking with my mouth and my fingers. Taking her.

I moved in between her legs faster than usual. Kneeling there, slathering on lube as I made my raging hard-on evident to her.

"Wow, is that thing bigger than usual?". What guy does not want to hear that! No, but thank you Cialis.

Penetration. Teasing as I do - with just the engorged head stretching out her opening where all of the nerve endings are - but just for a moment. Then, penetration, deep and strong. Pounding. My mouth gripping her at the base of her throat as I drive into her.

"You really feel good in me", she gasps. Breath coming hard for her. My whole frame pressing her into the mattress. She takes me in. Compliant. Arms wrapped around me holding on as I press deeply into her, determined to stretch her.

Flip over, I command with my hands. No words necessary. Doggy-style with conviction. Gripping her ass in my hand, determined to bruise her with my fingertips. To leave a mark. Feeling her press wantingly back onto my hard cock. Come to me, baby. Come for me.

"Make it feel good for you", she whispers back to me. Oh, it does. How could it not?

But, here's the thing, here's what I know: I am not going to get off. The con of the ED meds. A reliable rock hard erection, but way too long to come. And I don't really care. It's all in the journey.

So, I switch us to afterplay. Our way. Her vibrator on her clit. My finger(s) probing her pussy as only I can. She is oblivious. Lost in multiple orgasms. Only barely coming back to awareness at one point:

"Is that a just a finger?", she asks, puzzled.

Oh, no. Not just a finger. A highly skilled tantric finger. Knowledgeable in the folds and nerve endings of her delectable anatomy. An orgasmic finger.

With her sated, we retired for the night.

That's my goal for now. To hear the purr in her voice. To act when I hear it.

HNT - Thanksgiving

2008-11-27T21:02:00.003-06:00

I have a lot be thankful for this year, all things considered.

I don't see it that way every day, but that's my bad. It's all in how you see it. So, I'm taking today to be thankful and hopeful.

Thankful for my wife, a good woman of incredibly generous spirit. Thankful for my children, two vital and talented boys. As chaotic and disfunctional as we are, we are a family.

And hopeful. Hopeful that I'll have more partnered time than solo time on this big bed.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Go see Os.

High-Caliber Male Bonding

2008-11-23T22:04:00.005-06:00

"Dad, would you take me hunting?"

I was surprised by the question from my teenager, but grateful. I've been struggling, since I've been home with him more, to find ways to spend positive quality time with him. He sees to hate me more than he values me, which is disheatening to say the least. I keep looking for opportunities to change that.

Hunting? Probably not right for us right now. I'm not opposed to hunting. Been there, done that. Not in while though and I would have to get back up to speed on it before I could teach him. Plus, I can't say that I would feel completely safe with him out in the woods with him for an extended period with a loaded firearm. He's more than a little clumsy, and it's a long way to the emergency room.

"How about target shooting instead? With a real gun?"

"Yeah, that would be great!" His excitement seemed real. I was hopeful.

So, I took the necessary steps.

Paid a trip to the local gun store. (Where, by the way, guns were flying off of the shelf pre-election with the knowledge that our frontrunner for President would quickly ban them. Better get them while you can. So, I did.) Found a nice used scoped .22 rifle for him. Something orders of magnitude more fierce for me - you wouldn't want to mess with me, just sayin'.

A nice handgun or two. One his size. One my size.

A membership to a gun range. Eye protection and ear plugs. We were ready.

Not Mrs. SCM. She doesn't need to know, as far as I'm concerned. She'll just worry. This is just between us guys.

So, we set off by ourselves for a Saturday adventure at the range. I told him where we were going after we got in the car. Talked to him about gun safety all the way there. Put the fear of God, and me, in him about safety. I also told him that I could teach him to be a marksman just as I was in the military many years ago.

We took our time at the range. Stood in the chill air and learned to load a clip. To keep the barrel down range at all time. To use his scope. To check that the gun was clear after shooting before any thing else to check that the range was clear before running to check his target.

I got his attention right away by blowing apart a two liter coke bottle at close range with a military round. Ka-BAM! I showed him the ragged tear in the hard plastic. Imagine if that was the skin, and that spilled coke was the blood, of someone that you loved but accidently shot. What would happen to them? "They would be dead", he said somberly. "That's right. Now let's have fun learning how to shoot safely."

An hour later, and a lot of spent brass later, we packed up. The kid listened well and is a pretty good shot. A nice pattern in his target. And ole Dad could still put one where I wanted it at 100 yards with just the sights. That felt good.

High quality male bonding, via ballistically punching holes in paper with hot lead. Fun. We need more of this in our lives.

I taught him to use his weapon confidentally and safely. Hmmmmmm, that reminds me that we still need to have the sex talk...

HNT - Horndog Lunchtime

2008-11-20T21:44:00.002-06:00

A dilemma. I was very hungry. And, I was horny as fuck. What to do.

Parking in the alley behind the restaurant took care of one of those problems. 15 minutes later in the drive through took care of the other. Then it was back to work.

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday.

Now, click on the button and go see Os.

"So, do you want to fool around a little?"

2008-11-17T16:51:00.002-06:00

She started it.

And by she, I mean a very pretty and sexy woman. That would be my wife.

And by it, I mean two hours of passionate and orgasmic reconnecting sex.

And by orgasmic, I mean somewhere in the neighborhood of six toe-curling orgasms for her. None for me, but that's alright. I'm always focused on her pleasure the first time we reconnect after it's been a while.

And by focusing on her, I mean lingering. Lingering as I tenderly kiss her soft lips. Lingering as I rain kisses down her shapely neck. Lingering as I firmly trace the pad of my fingertip across her engorged clit and then inside to her G-spot. Lingering as I spoon against her side and stroke my hard cock into her while she holds her favorite vibe in just the right place for ever so long. Lingering.

And by the first time, I mean last night. Tonight is a different story. The throbbing inside my slacks as I write this tell me that we're in for a more aggressive night. My turn.

So. Do I want to fool around? No, I SERIOUSLY want to take her.

HNT - Waking Up Wet

2008-11-13T10:13:00.002-06:00

Yeah, I usually don't wake-up until I am half-way through my morning shower.

Pass the soap!

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Rebuilding My Home

2008-11-12T12:04:00.003-06:00

If you walked into my house on any given day, you would recognize it as a metaphor for my marriage.

Crumbling. Cluttered (to understate it greatly). Chaos.

You would attribute it to the state of the two overwhelmed care-takers: defeated.

We are. For the most part, we've given up.

I still don't want to giveup. I'm not leaving. And, I'm tired of walking around defeated.

I've made major changes in my life. Changed careers and got off of the road. I'm home now, spending time with my family.

Lately, I've been inspired by the show "Extreme Makeover-Home Edition" to take one more step and to rebuild my home emotionally, by rebuilding my home physically.

Fix the many items in disrepair. Even though my kids break things faster than I can fix them - I have to get ahead of that.

Re-purpose many of the rooms. Use physical space to create separation from conflict in a good way.

Banish the clutter. It would lift our morale.

My wife deserves to live in a better home than we do currently. We all do. I am not a handyman - far from it. But I can try.

Rebuilding my home, as a metaphor. Wish me luck.

And I'll see you at Home Depot.

Glue-less

2008-11-11T20:20:00.004-06:00

So, I was driving around in my car last week listening to my favorite radio hostess - Ms. Tiffany Granath, of Playboy Radio's "Afternoon Advice" on Sirius.

It's a sexy show, with good advice.

Tiffany is a PhD (Phone host Diva) who dispenses relationship advice, including this profound nugget injust 4 words:

Sex is the glue

Wow. Probably true.

Which is why it is a miracle that my marriage is still surviving glue-less.

I have to work on that.

Happy Halloween!

2008-10-31T23:51:00.005-05:00

I'm not a big Halloween fan. Too much candy around that I can't eat.

Oh well. I try to participate anyway.

I spent some time taking the younguns around the neighborhood collecting bucketsful of the candy that I can't eat.

So far, so good.

I spent some time hanging out dispensing lots more of the candy that I can't eat. Complimenting all the kids on their costumes.

So far, so good.

Until a couple came by. Older than all the rest. 16 or 17 ish (I hope).

The guy in some nondescript costume. Whatever.

The girl, STOP EVERYTHING!!!!, oh the girl. Defininitely not non-descript..

Pretty, oh yes. Strikingly so. Perky cute face with a megawatt smile.

Platinum blonde hair in ponytails.

VERY sexy very short gingham dress with ruffles and a very low and full cleavage.

White stockings going up to luscious firm thighs.

Coming very close to me and leaning in to take her choice from my basket of goodies and

OH COME ON! That's not fair.

Thou shalt not tempt the old guy. Not nice.

Happy Halloween everyone.

Return to HNT

2008-10-30T15:56:00.002-05:00

I am amped up for the election next tuesday, so here's my election week HNT.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Hit the red button on my sidebar to see why we get half-nekkid on Thursdays.

And then, go vote! (Only if you're voting for my guy, that is. Everyone else - stay home!)

Coming Back

2008-10-28T11:52:00.002-05:00

I was laying on my side on the X-Ray table this week. Trying not to fall off. Trying to keep the gown that closes in the back closed in the back - and trying to remember what color underwear I put on that morning.

She was very pleasant and efficient, techy girl, as she positioned me on the table. Her hand firmly moved along my body, probing for landmark features to align the beam. Ribs, muscles, hipbone.

And it was that moment, when her hand lingered with her fingers pressed firmly and confidently into the hollow of my hipbone, that froze in time for an eternity and I realized that this was the most intimate female touch that I had experienced in months.

How sad is that?

Sad, but true. Such is the state of my continued semi-celibacy.

So, I am coming back to write Semi-Celibate Erotica once again. Why? Well, for the most basic reason of all for us bloggers - I need a forum to express my inner life again. To speak out loud what's rattling around in my head. To work things out, to observe, to opine, to make myself - and maybe you - laugh now and then.

To recap: when I said goodbye a year ago it was to focus all of my attention and efforts on my family. Two reasons. Major and overwhelming and unexplainable kid stress for one. And my life on the road in planes and trains and hotel rooms every night which kept me from dealing with our issues.

My kids needed me home to teach them and set boundaries and be there. My wife needed me home to carry my weight in the war zone.

I've done that. I've made major changes in my life to do that. I'm home. I'm engaged in life. I'm doing my part.

But, sadly, I am still semi-celibate. Still isolated from my wife. There is a serious lack of intimacy in the war zone and it's not what I want for my life or hers.

I haven't given up. I want to work through that.

And I will. Here on these pages, again.

I'm back. Let's talk about the semi-celibate life.

Wow, has it been a year already?

2008-10-25T18:48:00.000-05:00

So, what would you think if I came back?

Final HNT: A Retrospective End to this Blog

2007-09-05T17:53:00.001-05:00

Hi. If you're just finding this blog, this was the last of 300+ posts in 18 months or so, speaking to the topic of semi-celibacy - whatever that means to you. This is about what it meant to me. Read this post, and perhaps the first post, and any or all in between. Enjoy.

Yes, as I announced in my last post on Monday, I am choosing to end the run of this blog that has meant a lot to me over the last 18 months or so. I'm still reeling from the impact of the first sentence of that post, you have no idea how much, but the right course of action is still clear to me. I need to set aside this blog and devote everything to my family.

I won't be an "internet vandal" and delete the blog, leaving many of you with a broken link. I plan to leave it up as is. I wrote 310 posts in 18 months, so feel free to scroll back down through them. (I set my settings so you can scroll down all the way to the beginning.) I think there are some gems there, but that's just me being vain.

Let me go out on a positive note, with some observations and thanks.

I hope that I added something to this fascinating conversation and community that is the blogosphere. I wrote what I felt, mostly unedited. I expressed myself honestly. I tried to offer some insight into the Semi-Celibate life, some humor, some honest lust.

Unexpectedly to me, I offered quite a bit of exhibitionist photograpy. Who knew that was in me? I didn't. Most fun for me was "January's 31 days of My Dick"! Wow, did I get carried away there or what? Unfortunately, many of those "click-thru" pictures have been found and deleted by my photo hosting site as "unsuitable". Sorry for the broken links. I hope you right-clicked and saved them before they disappeared. :) If not, email me and I can send you a few of them.

You not only saw a lot of me, you learned a lot about me. About my semi-celibate life. About my BOB-of-the-Month club. About my struggles to square my faith life with the flawed side of me. About my porn habits. 6 weird things about me. Etc. You guys know more about me than anyone in my real life knows. And, it's been a privilege to be a blogger.

I got more than I gave, I know that. You fellow bloggers are wonderfully talented people. I am grateful for the blogging technology that gives all of us a chance to live a bigger life than we would otherwise. Thank you Blogger!, and all of the other platforms that you write on. My friends, you have talents that are mostly unknown and unappreciated by your friends and family in your real life. They have no idea who you really are and the amazing things you are capable of. I know you. I appreciate you! All of you out there.

I want to say a special thanks to all of you who I became friends with, in a very real sense, because of this blog. Those of you who comment regularly and email me. I know I will leave some of you out unintentionally in a list, but I want to try.

I appreciate you (in no particular order!) - Kim, Chelle, Bunny, Al Sensu, Lee Ann, Phain, Lime, Jean, Stealth, Tara Tainton, Piper, Shay, Desireous, ZigZag Man, Polt, Kitty, Mom the Minx, Lapis Ruber, Zoot, BadBadGirl, BadInfluenceGirl, The Girl With Secrets, Lushly Me, Sarengetty, Sarah, Always Curious, Sophry, Oksana, Susie, SeaRabbit, Blither, Hot4U,AG, M_o_o_nspells, Ryann Rain, MG, Moosekahl, Vixen, Drama, Anastasia, JeN, Janeway, Always Curious, and my first commenter - Pharoah's Girl.

If I left you out - I'm sorry! - or if you have been a lurker, say hi in the comments. Please? I'd love to have 100 comments on this last post. I don't think I ever got more than 35.

Finally, I want to say something about the title of this blog: Semi-Celibate Erotica. It wasn't just a cute name that I thought up. Is it just me, or did this idea of being married yet frustrated by the "chasm that is your marriage" - as one astute commenter put it - resonate with a lot of you. I almost felt like this could be a team blog. That a lot of you could write excellent posts on the topic of the pain of losing that level of intimacy with the one person you should have it with. If so, I wish it wasn't true. I wish you all happiness with your mate, and great sex to go with it. I hope to find that again, myself.

Peace out, to all of you terrific people - bloggers and lurkers alike.

Finally, I'll leave you with a retrospective of my favorites of my HNT pictures.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you. Go. Blog. Be Happy. I wish you all well.

Farewell to Summer, and this Blog

2007-09-03T13:18:00.000-05:00

"Dad, when you're sleeping I'm going to stab you in the heart with a steak knife and kill you."

Was my son, glaring at me from with hate-filled eyes, serious? I didn't sleep in the same house with him that night, if that answers your question.

We're having a bad weekend at SCM's house. As bad as it gets without the police or the emergency room or pediatric psychiatric incarceration involved, although we almost got to all 3. I had big plans for the holiday weekend. Family time together. Fun times in good weather. And, of course, it all went straight to hell by Friday night.

Bottom line: when you hear a threat like that directed seriously at you from your own deeply disturbed child, you have a decision to make.

Rather, a decision to finalize. I was heading that way back in May when I announced a Semi-Hiatus for the Summer. I said then that family needed to be attended to. That distractions needed to be minimized while I tuned in. It started with a conversation with that same son that went like this:

Son: "Dad, would you play checkers with me?"

SCM (working on my laptop): "Not now. I need to get some work done." - Not true, I was blog surfing.

Son: "Dad, you never play games with me." Not entirely true, but true enough. I heard him and I got the point.

So, I minimized distractions some. I listened. I tuned in to my family. Or perhaps more accurately, I spent less time escaping on the internet from the deep disfunctionality of our little simple home.

Here's what I know:

My wife and I live in a war zone. We are casualties of that war. The War Zone that is our daily routine has damaged all opportunity to share an intimate life - and is ultimately the cause of me (us!) being Semi-Celibate. If that sounds melodramatic, too bad. It's true. Our best efforts, and the best efforts of countless doctors and medicines and social workers and friends and family, have not resulted in any semblance of a normal life.

Our two boys, both adopted from foster care - sweet and precious and smart and athletic and a blessing in the best of moments - are deeply troubled and disfunctional. They are capable in their worst moments of causing great damage and of hurting themselves, us, or others. I take the threat to my life - not the first time I've heard it - seriously. They are each, in their own way, both troubled and trouble.

(On a side note, or maybe not: Do you remember the day of the shootings by the student at Virgina Tech campus earlier this month? The stark tragedy of that day? Well, I was distraught that day and days following. Not just for the 32 or so students senselessly slain. But for the parents of the shooter. I feel for them. What do you do when you know that your child is capable of harming self and others and that despite your best efforts you might not be able to change that course? What do you do?)

Lastly, here's what I know most:

- I need to man-up like I've never manned up in my life.

- There is no bailing out. No escaping. This is what I signed up for. A committment to my wife for life - for better of for worse. A committment to two judges to raise these two boys, come what may. There is no help coming over the horizon. No one to hand them off to. We're it. We're their hope of a stable life.

- My family does not need a blogging husband/father, escaping selfishly. They need a present one, tuned it with no distractions. They need a praying one, praying for intercession and blessings in their lives.

I'm re-dedicating everything that I have to them, my family. Ruthlessly eliminating distractions. Faithfully giving them everything of me. Changing the course we're on, as best as I humanely can.

I have one more post in me, later this week, to summarize the blog and to say some thanks on my way out. Later....

Update: Obviously, I had a "dark night of the soul" kind of weekend. I just want to add this morning that I love my boys and have endless optimism for them and their lives. But, I am also gravely worried for them and serious about what it will take to keep them out of trouble and help them have a good life. That's what I'm focused on this morning. I appreciate everyone's comments, thoughts, and prayers.

HNT # 57: House Cleaning

2007-08-30T14:14:00.000-05:00

So how many of you like to be naked when you're at home alone? Yeah? Me too.

Here's me from this week, cleaning the way I like to. Half-Nekkid. (Okay, I'm wearing a hat so that I'm not fully nekkid. You'll just have to trust me on that one.

Click on the pic to turn me around.

As a bonus, just because I haven't posted one of these in a while: if you're feeling frisky while you're surfing HNT's then click on the pic below for something a little more "in your face" NSFW.

Hmmmm. I didn't realize that my vasectomy scar was that prominent. But then again, I don't see that view very often. Learn something new every day. Remind me to tell the vasectomy story some day. It's hilarious to everyone except me. Ouch!

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Porn Purge

2007-08-26T09:46:00.000-05:00

I've been in purge mode for a few days. It happens every so often - the porn stash gets unmanageable and it's got to go.

Imagine for a moment a large Hefty garbage bag full of magazines, videos, signed Hooters calendar, VHS cassettes that were themselves mix tapes of a lot of earlier porn that was purged, sex toys - including the well-enjoyed rubber Jenna Haze pussy featured in earlier posts. Gone. In the dumpster. Goodbye.

That's a lot of porn. More than most people have ever even seen. Gone.

I did keep the CD wallet with about 100 DVD's in it.

But a lot of my classic porn is no more.

Whatever.

HNT #56: Razor Free Zone

2007-08-23T19:16:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man

I don't shave on vacation. Never have. Never will.

It's fun to have whiskers for a while. But alas, they had to go coming back to the real world.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

More Towels Please.....

2007-08-15T22:56:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man

I've heard it said that hotel maids can tell if a man or woman stayed overnight in a room. If it was a man only, then only one towel will be used. If there is a woman in the room, all the towels will be used followed by a call to the front desk to ask for more. What's up with that.

I live up to that joke in my business travel. I only ever use one towel - even if I'm there a week. :)

Vacation is a different story. With the whole family in tow, let me just say that the call to the front desk has been placed.

Vacation is wonderful. A chance to live a bigger and more exotic life than our everday one. But it is definitely not restful!

It's been a fun week. More creating memories to come....

Down Time

2007-08-12T10:10:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man

I'll be off the grid for a few days - vacationing. Yay!

Some quick thoughts while I'm gone:

- Standing waist deep at a wave pool at a waterpark is highly arousing. That wave action tossing you around and such. And arousal is not helpful in that situation.

- Same for the ample amount of bikinis and tanned skin and ponytails on display at said waterpark. Again, arousal is not helpful.

- Ouch! A sunburn, and I'm only one day in. I'll need lots more sunscreen for the beach later in the week. I think I'm radiating heat back out into the universe today.

- I'm bailing on the laptop for the rest of the week and focusing all of my attention on Mrs. SCM and my younguns. If they can stand me for that long.

While I'm gone, check out the links on my sidebar. I revised it this week. Said bye to some old friends who have moved on. Added some new friends. Check them out.

I'm off for some fun and chill time. Later.

HNT # 55: Hanging Around

2007-08-09T14:28:00.001-05:00

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Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man

If you've read my prolific posts this week, you know it's been a crazy one. First, intensely horny. Later, grouchy and outspoken. How do you people put up with me?

Okay, I'm back to horny again. Enough with the grouchy.

And what I need, to get completely out of the grouchy funk, is Half-Nekkid Thursday! A chaste one for me, I think you'll agree. If you want more out of the pic - and know your tailoring - use your imagination and guess whether I "dress right" or "dress left".

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.

Click on the red button on my sidebar to learn how to participate in the HNT fun.

I am what I am...

2007-08-08T23:59:00.000-05:00

Okay, while I'm still in a bummed out mood - and at the risk of alienating everyone - let me take on the question that two of you asked in comments on my last post: why don't husbands change, but instead say "It's just the way that I am." ?

It's a perfectly good answer, I would say. I am who I am. I am who you married. In fact, I'm a better man now than I was 3 decades ago when you married me. And yet, I get very little credit for it. I get the opposite - judgement 24/7.

I like me okay. Everyone else I know seems to like me okay. The one person who clearly does not like me - who communicates to me regularly that I'm doing it wrong, and wants more than anything else to change me - is the one person who should like me the most.

I know that you want me to change. I get that. It comes through loud and clear. 5 X 5. You are incredibly talented at delivering that message. I don't meet your standards. I don't make you happy. I don't do it right. I get that.

Why is that so one-sided though? I've never asked you to change. It's never a conversation about "two people who want things better". It's about how we can fix me. Screw that.

I like me, mostly, the way I am. Why don't you? I'm generally happy with our life together. Why aren't you?

Here's the bottom line: You wanting me to change, and communicating to me every day that what I am is not enough to make you happy, does not motivate me to change! It motivates me to avoid you at all costs. I won't argue with you about it. But, I will work too much to not have to interact with you and hear the moment I walk in the door what I've not done right this week. I will find things to do in the house to minimize conversation. I will escape into the internet. And so goes the vicious cycle. And then I'm supposed to want to initiate intimacy with you?

Back the fuck up off me already. I am what I am. Either be happy with me, or don't.

- rant off. That's pretty much how I would answer that question.

Flawed

2007-08-07T21:02:00.000-05:00

Every now and then and I get a comment or an email from you readers, my friends, after I've posted an erotic photo or told an erotic story that says something along the lines of "your wife is very lucky".

I appreciate that compliment. More than you know. Thank you for saying it, and please keep doing so as you inclined.

But it also makes me wince. And feel very sad. Because I know the truth.

The truth is that I'm a flawed man. Maybe the majority of us bloggers are that - flawed. Maybe it's just me. But, I know that I'm flawed. I know what my many failings are.

The truth is also that if my wife wrote a blog, and maybe she does and I just don't know it yet, her blog would not be much different from many that I read in that I would make frequent appearances as "that asshole spouse of mine". (I could even write those posts for her.) She knows my failings ad nauseum. She reminds me of them, in her way, often. Daily in fact. She's not impressed. I have no illusions after three decades as to how she sees me, or of how I've failed her and my children.

I wish that I could do better than that with my life. I do.

I can escape that here in the blogosphere. But, I can't escape me. I'm flawed and that's all there is to that.

I need to get seriously drunk tonight. On a Tuesday. Does anyone mind if I don't show up for work tomorrow?

Incoherent

2007-08-06T00:57:00.000-05:00

I was caught by a phrase used by Bad Bad Girl in her hot post "Overpower":

"She was lost in the center of the fuck....."

I was thinking about that thought. It resonated with me.

Incoherence - as I've seen it. Not submission, per se. Incoherence. That moment in the sexual act where the details go sketchy and only the intensity of feelings register.

I haven't experienced that incoherent state for more than mere seconds - if ever - myself, as a straight man usually in "control" . But, and here's the interesting but, I have caused it.

I can take you there. To those moments when speech leaves you.

I can take you there softly. Laying beside you, my body pressed into you. One hand cradling behind your neck as I nibble on your lips at my leisure. My other hand playing between your thighs. The soft pad on the tip of my finger teasing your sensitive clit. The flat of a finger rubbing up and down the length of your wet slit. One finger penetrating, just inside your opening. Teasing softly in and out. Covering your mouth completely with mine as you cum and scream into me.

I can take you there roughly. My slut in that one particular moment. Hearing my voice and the guidance of my hands as I strip you and bend you over on the bed. On you quickly. Kissing the back of your neck as my thick fingers penetrate you from behind to bring out your wetness. Standing behind you to slam straight into you in one strong stoke. Penetrated. Pinned down into the bed under me. Fucking you hard enough to keep you off balance. Uncertain. Taken. Pushing you down with my hand in your back as I stroke rapidly into your pussy. Grasping your pony tail and pushing your head down into the covers. Straining into you with every ounce of my will, driven by the sounds of your moans. My finger taking your ass as I stroke, feeling my cock through the separating membrane. Hot. Plunging into your ass until you cry out from the intensity of it all.

I can take you there.

And I've seen you there. In those sweet moments of incoherence. Seen a you that you have not seen. Lost. Angelic. At peace.

Incoherent. In the best way.

Devious Thoughts

2007-08-04T11:57:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man

I'm pent up.

Horny beyond description.

With a vivid imagination.

And I really, really, really want to use these.

HNT: On the White Duvet

2007-08-02T23:35:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by Semi-Celibate Man

Hi everyone. Yes, I'm still on semi-hiatus. But I thought I'd throw in an HNT so that I don't forget how. And yes, I'm in another hotel room.

While I'm here, let me muse a bit - about things that I miss:

Kissing. Have I mentioned before that I love to kiss? Not to be kissed, but to kiss. Lingering kisses on soft warm lips. For hours, until my lips throb and ache.

Passion. I miss passion. I need passion. I crave passion in my life.

Intimacy. To hold, and to be held. Who doesn't need that.

Sex. Two kinds: slow semi-tantric sex and vigorous incoherent sex. Sex that takes so long that you have to pause for meals.

Giving. Giving of of yourself to each other.

Playing. Yes, indeed, there is a kinky playful side of me. A side that can explore and that can laugh in the play.

Those are the thoughts that occupy my mind as I lay here tonight, drifting off, hopefully, to sleep.

Back at it tomorrow. Another day on the road.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, everyone.