I'm Back!
Nice as it is being away from the routine and drudgery of the daily grind, when you've been mostly away from it for 5 weeks, it's good to get feet back on solid ground and start back with the familiar. August is a busy time around the office, and there's plenty of work to be done in preparation. So that's where I am now...settling in for the mad rush.
I miss the familiar when I'm gone. The way my bed can lift my head up just that little bit. Knowing where the supplies are when I run out of soap or shaving cream. My chair. Being able to sit around with just my underwear on and not worry about someone walking in. And a thousand things more. The comfort of the familiar is really what I miss when I'm away from home. Which doesn't make me unique, I'm sure.
But I also enjoy my time away. As a very intelligent blogger put it, sometimes it's nice to not have to answer to anyone, and roam around Target for as much or as little as I want. You may be thinking...you are staying in a relationship and a marriage, and that's the cost of admission. And you would mostly be right. However, I'm also a believer that I am still an individual, as well as part of a couple. At my wedding, during the unity candle, we left our individual candles burning to signify that while we were united as one on the big candle, we also maintained our identities as individuals. In theory, but not so much in practice, it appears.
Whenever we spend 2 weeks together, there are irritations. Small pebbles in the flip flop of life. (Can you tell I haven't worn regular shoes for a couple weeks?) A couple steps is ok, and they usually slide out or I shake them off and move on. But occasionally, it doesn't go away. Each step is a reminder of the irritant, and it keeps going until I come to a full stop and take the shoe off and bang the rock out.
Where I'm going with my strange analogy is the irritation that can happen between two people with no space. I get along with the wife 97% of the time. But occasionally, when I feel put upon, or taken advantage of, I make it known that I'm irritated. Followed by a lecture about my behavior, and me going off and pouting about it for a while. Immature? Maybe. But it seems to take care of it.
I can't be perfect. I can't think that every time she wants a Popsicle, that it should be my responsibility to go get it. Or that because she doesn't like to talk on the phone, that I have to make every phone call, and I enjoy it. Frustrations are a part of life, and just getting it out helps me, but causes hard feelings when she witnesses it. So I watch as much as I can and try to keep it under control.
So to circle back...time away from each other recharges my batteries. And lets me be me without having to be perfect. That's why I enjoy it.
I was hoping to have a story for you all, but all my leads dried up when I was away from the group for a day. And the one hookup I've been working on from the next town over is out of state this week, bad timing since I will be home alone one night. Never know, something could pop up!
Until next time...hugs and kisses.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Zip, Zero, and Nada
Quick note as I'm away from my routine, spending some much needed time with the family and not with the officemates.
Wish I had a cool story to tell, but a few missed connections, and I'm without any new adventures for a while.
Hope you all are doing well, lovely readers, and I shall be back soon to share more thoughts!
Wish I had a cool story to tell, but a few missed connections, and I'm without any new adventures for a while.
Hope you all are doing well, lovely readers, and I shall be back soon to share more thoughts!
Friday, July 8, 2016
Anxiety, Extroversion, and Local Play
Heading north.
We will be away for a couple weeks, doing some work on the family business. I hope to view and post periodically, but have limited access to the web (how many 78 year old widows have internet? More than you'd think, i bet...)
I used to have a little more free time during this excursion, but times have changed, and responsibilities have grown. Not sure how I got to be in charge of so many things. I guess I want to see things succeed. I do a lot of work for our hometown movie theater, with little to no compensation. I jump in and help with committees. I announce the occasional high school ball game. It feels good to be active, to participate. And honestly, when I'm home with nothing to do for a while (a short while is great...) I get a little stir crazy and want to do something. Go to a ball game, catch a movie, hit the links...
And there's a catch. My wife is very introverted, and has some anxiety issues. So while she would rather be in our house with our kids almost all the time, I would rather be out doing stuff. So there's a bit of conflict at times when she feels like I'm always gone, and she's alone all the time. It's a strange dynamic, she doesn't want to go out and do things, but doesn't want to be home alone. I do worry about our empty nest years, when her desire to keep me home with conflict with my desire to be active.
She also doesn't want a big group of friends, but her phone is constantly going off with text messages. I rarely get a text except from our family. My "friend group" consists of my coworkers (mostly women, and have their own friends), and husbands of my wife's friends. I miss having some friends to do things with.
I wonder if some of my hangups with guys goes back to the bi thing. Although I seem to get along with guys, it's taking that next step. I have a bit of anxiety about such things as well, i think, putting myself out there is hard...
I think I'm an extroverted introvert. That's a thing, right?
On the play front, I'm trying hard to connect with a local from the next town over, but our schedules haven't meshed yet. And he has some connections to some additional playmates, i believe. So it's a relationship worth cultivating. :) Maybe even getting his wife involved?!?!? That's a new one there.
And how's your day?
We will be away for a couple weeks, doing some work on the family business. I hope to view and post periodically, but have limited access to the web (how many 78 year old widows have internet? More than you'd think, i bet...)
I used to have a little more free time during this excursion, but times have changed, and responsibilities have grown. Not sure how I got to be in charge of so many things. I guess I want to see things succeed. I do a lot of work for our hometown movie theater, with little to no compensation. I jump in and help with committees. I announce the occasional high school ball game. It feels good to be active, to participate. And honestly, when I'm home with nothing to do for a while (a short while is great...) I get a little stir crazy and want to do something. Go to a ball game, catch a movie, hit the links...
And there's a catch. My wife is very introverted, and has some anxiety issues. So while she would rather be in our house with our kids almost all the time, I would rather be out doing stuff. So there's a bit of conflict at times when she feels like I'm always gone, and she's alone all the time. It's a strange dynamic, she doesn't want to go out and do things, but doesn't want to be home alone. I do worry about our empty nest years, when her desire to keep me home with conflict with my desire to be active.
She also doesn't want a big group of friends, but her phone is constantly going off with text messages. I rarely get a text except from our family. My "friend group" consists of my coworkers (mostly women, and have their own friends), and husbands of my wife's friends. I miss having some friends to do things with.
I wonder if some of my hangups with guys goes back to the bi thing. Although I seem to get along with guys, it's taking that next step. I have a bit of anxiety about such things as well, i think, putting myself out there is hard...
I think I'm an extroverted introvert. That's a thing, right?
On the play front, I'm trying hard to connect with a local from the next town over, but our schedules haven't meshed yet. And he has some connections to some additional playmates, i believe. So it's a relationship worth cultivating. :) Maybe even getting his wife involved?!?!? That's a new one there.
And how's your day?
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Trips, Time Off, and Weight Journeys
I'm back, for now. The business travel led directly into a vacation, and a holiday weekend. And I have work this week, then a couple more off. So it's strange, I've always felt guilty being away from work, and while there is a little of that, for the most part I'm enjoying it. So maybe I'm turning over a new leaf in my old age!
I did have a recently found connection asking me when I'd be back, wanting to hook up. So that's a positive, right? :) Somebody awaiting my return! It's only a moderate stretch of the truth, since my family does like having me around. So much so that I can't drive the half hour home from work without a phone call asking where I am, how long I will be. I realize that it's her insecurities that can't just let me drive in a car without checking in on me, but it does get a little tedious. A typical 3 hour drive has at least 4 or 5 phone calls wondering where I am, how soon I'll get there...
We also had a stressful drive back home with car troubles, but we all handled it better than I suspected. It's difficult to sit on the side of an interstate for an hour and a half waiting for assistance, so the fact that nobody freaked out or started getting upset was a win! And it ends up that our car trouble also made us aware of another situation with our daughter's car, so it's good to get them all fixed up and running well. Expensive, but good.
I did get a good look at myself in a few pictures from vacation, so the diet has started today. She is more into having plans and structure, where I just want to cut back and eat better. So, of course, we have planned meals, planned exercise, and an online diary to be sure we're doing it right. Day 2, and I realize how much diet pop and sugar I was eating. I'm crashing a bit from the lack of simple sugar and caffeine. But that should pass quickly. And I dropped 3 pounds on day one. I need to get in a better place with my body (above the waist...my lower half is good as always. :)
I don't have a recent story to tell, maybe I can figure something out this week? I know you're all waiting for my graphic descriptions. How about you? Any recent fun to brag about?
I did have a recently found connection asking me when I'd be back, wanting to hook up. So that's a positive, right? :) Somebody awaiting my return! It's only a moderate stretch of the truth, since my family does like having me around. So much so that I can't drive the half hour home from work without a phone call asking where I am, how long I will be. I realize that it's her insecurities that can't just let me drive in a car without checking in on me, but it does get a little tedious. A typical 3 hour drive has at least 4 or 5 phone calls wondering where I am, how soon I'll get there...
We also had a stressful drive back home with car troubles, but we all handled it better than I suspected. It's difficult to sit on the side of an interstate for an hour and a half waiting for assistance, so the fact that nobody freaked out or started getting upset was a win! And it ends up that our car trouble also made us aware of another situation with our daughter's car, so it's good to get them all fixed up and running well. Expensive, but good.
I did get a good look at myself in a few pictures from vacation, so the diet has started today. She is more into having plans and structure, where I just want to cut back and eat better. So, of course, we have planned meals, planned exercise, and an online diary to be sure we're doing it right. Day 2, and I realize how much diet pop and sugar I was eating. I'm crashing a bit from the lack of simple sugar and caffeine. But that should pass quickly. And I dropped 3 pounds on day one. I need to get in a better place with my body (above the waist...my lower half is good as always. :)
I don't have a recent story to tell, maybe I can figure something out this week? I know you're all waiting for my graphic descriptions. How about you? Any recent fun to brag about?
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Hotness, Ass, and Insecurities
Every once in a while, you catch a break. Or you think you did, and then in retrospect, your insecurities jump up and slap you.
In my hotel room, had been messaging with a guy about my impending trip. The pics looked good, and he seemed genuinely interested. About 9 in the evening, with a thunderstorm approaching, he makes his way over to the hotel. That's commitment, there...
He comes in the room, and, oh, lordy...6 foot 4, broad shouldered, nice mop of black hair, handsome with a nice set of teeth (details are a funny thing, aren't they?). He had barely gotten in the room, gave a quick hi, and he was undressing. Little did I know that was the last talk I'd hear from him until he was walking out the door...
Tanned body, shaved all over, i could go on and on about what a physical specimen this guy was. Things started out well, we made out - love that - ran hands all over each other. We made it to the bed, he laid back and I climbed on top, again, making out, licking his neck, ears, nipples, moving back up, and down, he even tasted good!
He enjoyed playing with my nipples. I do enjoy that, so was glad to have some action. Gave him some head, sucked those smooth balls, up, down and all around. He seemed to enjoy my fingers, so I found myself rimming him. I don't do that often, but damned if the guy didn't taste so good! I finally got some moans out of him, so i dug in for the long haul. I tongued that hole...and licked...and sucked...he enjoyed it, and I did too. I rubbed my cock head all around it, but with no protection, didn't push in. Restraint, right?
I worked a finger in, and went back to his cock. Felt it get bitter and bigger in my mouth, a little bucking of the hips, and a nudge of his prostate, and he was blowing in my mouth. Not a huge load, but enough that I could handle it.
He exited to the bathroom and cleaned up, came back in the room and said "You wanna get off?". I declined, one in hopes that i could find another playmate later, and also because it felt obvious that he wasn't usually a giver. Which leads me to the insecurities...
Why can't I just let myself enjoy this? A hot guy shows up in my room, we make out, lick, suck, and enjoy, and I still think "why didn't he go down on me? Was I unattractive to him? Just good enough to blow him but not good enough for him? Why didn't he talk?" I told him how hot he was...nothing in return. He barely spoke.
So I just need to let that go. I had a hot time, and if he knocked on the door again, I'd lay him back and do it all over again. So, I need to stop being a baby, and just enjoy what life brings!
Do your insecurities get the best of you???
In my hotel room, had been messaging with a guy about my impending trip. The pics looked good, and he seemed genuinely interested. About 9 in the evening, with a thunderstorm approaching, he makes his way over to the hotel. That's commitment, there...
He comes in the room, and, oh, lordy...6 foot 4, broad shouldered, nice mop of black hair, handsome with a nice set of teeth (details are a funny thing, aren't they?). He had barely gotten in the room, gave a quick hi, and he was undressing. Little did I know that was the last talk I'd hear from him until he was walking out the door...
Tanned body, shaved all over, i could go on and on about what a physical specimen this guy was. Things started out well, we made out - love that - ran hands all over each other. We made it to the bed, he laid back and I climbed on top, again, making out, licking his neck, ears, nipples, moving back up, and down, he even tasted good!
He enjoyed playing with my nipples. I do enjoy that, so was glad to have some action. Gave him some head, sucked those smooth balls, up, down and all around. He seemed to enjoy my fingers, so I found myself rimming him. I don't do that often, but damned if the guy didn't taste so good! I finally got some moans out of him, so i dug in for the long haul. I tongued that hole...and licked...and sucked...he enjoyed it, and I did too. I rubbed my cock head all around it, but with no protection, didn't push in. Restraint, right?
I worked a finger in, and went back to his cock. Felt it get bitter and bigger in my mouth, a little bucking of the hips, and a nudge of his prostate, and he was blowing in my mouth. Not a huge load, but enough that I could handle it.
He exited to the bathroom and cleaned up, came back in the room and said "You wanna get off?". I declined, one in hopes that i could find another playmate later, and also because it felt obvious that he wasn't usually a giver. Which leads me to the insecurities...
Why can't I just let myself enjoy this? A hot guy shows up in my room, we make out, lick, suck, and enjoy, and I still think "why didn't he go down on me? Was I unattractive to him? Just good enough to blow him but not good enough for him? Why didn't he talk?" I told him how hot he was...nothing in return. He barely spoke.
So I just need to let that go. I had a hot time, and if he knocked on the door again, I'd lay him back and do it all over again. So, I need to stop being a baby, and just enjoy what life brings!
Do your insecurities get the best of you???
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Couples, Fantasies, and Awesome Chicks
I've been married 25 years. I have experimented...ok, not so much an experiment as I do know what I'm doing...with men along the way. I have only had two instances where i was naked with another woman during that time. Once, as part of a three way with a married couple, and once with a woman who I share all these things with, and is an awesome chick. She won't do me again, since I'm married, and attributes her weakness to a "slut phase". A guy will take what he can get, right?
I mean, a bisexual guy should want to be with both, right? Well, not necessarily, a common misconception is that a bisexual will sleep with anyone anytime. Not true. And it's been my take on my bi thing that I have my woman, and don't really look for anyone to fill that need, we do just fine, thanks.
Well, lately, I've been floating the idea in my head more. It's long been a fantasy to get with a couple, and even though it's happened once, I'd like to maybe do it again. But I'm struggling both with this idea, and with how I would make it happen. I toyed around a little bit on a swingers site, seeing if there was anybody around that would work. Some nibbles, a few conversations, but nothing that really has panned out.
Perhaps it's my sign that it's not meant to be. And likely it will pass from my brain, only to pop up in a few months or a couple years. But because it causes me such angst, maybe I should just let it go.
Are there fantasies that you long to try out? Does your brain try to override your dick so as not to have them happen? Or do you let them ride? I suppose my situation is different from most of my readers, but I'd love to hear.
Don't have much of a story for today, still recovering from last weekend...sigh...I know you're jealous. :)
I mean, a bisexual guy should want to be with both, right? Well, not necessarily, a common misconception is that a bisexual will sleep with anyone anytime. Not true. And it's been my take on my bi thing that I have my woman, and don't really look for anyone to fill that need, we do just fine, thanks.
Well, lately, I've been floating the idea in my head more. It's long been a fantasy to get with a couple, and even though it's happened once, I'd like to maybe do it again. But I'm struggling both with this idea, and with how I would make it happen. I toyed around a little bit on a swingers site, seeing if there was anybody around that would work. Some nibbles, a few conversations, but nothing that really has panned out.
Perhaps it's my sign that it's not meant to be. And likely it will pass from my brain, only to pop up in a few months or a couple years. But because it causes me such angst, maybe I should just let it go.
Are there fantasies that you long to try out? Does your brain try to override your dick so as not to have them happen? Or do you let them ride? I suppose my situation is different from most of my readers, but I'd love to hear.
Don't have much of a story for today, still recovering from last weekend...sigh...I know you're jealous. :)
Monday, June 13, 2016
Free time, booty calls, and BBC
**Post #10! Should there be bells, whistles and balloons dropping?? Still, all milestones are important.**
A weekend of errands and odd jobs, helping out others, I do enjoy staying busy. My wife would like a little less, but it makes me a little crazy to sit home too often. It's too hot here to be out in the yard, and you can only watch so many episodes of American Pickers before it's time to do something...
I ran up to the inlaws to check in on the house, do some yard work, and other assorted chores. The good news for me was that gave me some time alone...more on that later. Caring for our aging parents is becoming more and more the norm, and I get not wanting to leave your house, with the comfort and familiarity. I talked with my dad (who's 90) this week, and he said he's ready to move out, to find something smaller and get away from upkeep and yard work. He (rightfully so) says he can't keep up with the yard, the small repairs, and other things that come with home ownership. He wants to move to the retirement duplex complex across town from my job. It would be great to have them here, but mom (at 78) isn't ready to leave yet.
We dread the day that we will have to clean out our respective parents homes, my folks don't have a lot of stuff, so shouldn't be too bad, but my inlaws have a house packed with things, grew up with nothing, so have taken the opportunity to buy things when no kids were around. I don't want to be a burden on my kids, and hope to not saddle them with a lot of work when I'm gone.
Wow, this took a morbid turn. Maybe it's the recent birthday, but thinking a little more about edging toward retirement and beyond. I need to get my mind wrapped around this...
As mentioned before, when I drive to the inlaws, I pass a couple of our metropolitan areas here (not that it's anything like a big city, but as big as Iowa has to offer, i guess). If I know i have a little flexibility with time, I sometimes place and ad on CL, or take a look at what's out there. I did a little pre-planning, and put an ad online about mid week. I usually include a cock shot, I have a portrait I'm enamored with, of my very photogenic wang standing tall and proud. It usually elicits a few responses, but normally not much that turns my head.
This time, I got a response from a guy who claimed to be not far off the interstate (he wasn't), and wanted me to "blow him, and if it went well, I could sit on it". Wow, the romance was dripping from this one. But, my intense state of horniness and the picture he replied with made it at least worth a conversation. A big ol' dick, nicely thick, got my mouth to watering. So I replied, and a cryptic conversation ensued, asking about available times, locations, etc. He wasn't going to be free on my trip up, but should be on the way home. So tentative plans were made for me to stop by on Saturday.
After lunch Saturday, I headed down the road, and messaged that I was leaving, should be in his area in a little over an hour. Got a quick "OK" a few minutes later, then a note that said he was going out for lunch. As I approached, I sent another quick note, and a reply came quickly with directions to the house. I wound around through a residential area to a set of townhomes. Not a bad area, the townhouse was a little rough looking from the outside, but things seemed OK. I approached the door, and it was opened as I walked up the steps. I was greeted by a smiling face and an introduction, and an invitation in.
The inside of the place was nice, in a generic, white paint and beige carpet sort of way. I was offered water (declined, had some in the car on the way) then led upstairs to the spare room. The guy was super thin, weighed maybe 130 on a 6 foot frame. As we undressed, I was able to see that the picture wasn't a lie, a thick slab of meat hanging down, which was made to look huge by the thinness of his body.
He was completely shaved, explaining that he had never done that before, but just wanted to try it, with the hot weather, etc. I was glad to see it, love feeling skin on skin, and it made licking around so much easier. As I worked it over, it became thicker and harder, and topped out at a nice solid 8 inches. He was appreciative, telling me how well I was doing, and giving me the obligatorily "you love sucking that big black cock, don't you?". And he wasn't wrong.
He then swiveled around and worked on mine a little, saying he'd "never done that before". Whether or not it was true, it was nice to have some attention my way as well. Eventually I wanted to feel it in my ass, so he got things ready, and I started by climbing on top and sitting down on it, controlling the depth and speed while I got used to the invasion.
After a minute, I was bottomed out (see what I did there??) and started to work it over. His impatience showed, and he soon rolled me off and onto my stomach, added a little more lube, and started drilling me. Oh, I do love to feel cock sliding in and out of me. Stifling moans because of the neighbors on each side, he continued to drill me, getting me up on my hands and knees, then pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and fuck, and finally flipping me onto my back, and pushing my knees to my chest. He was really able to attack my prostrate at this angle, and I felt it on each stroke, nudging it as his balls slapped my ass.
He probably worked me over for 10 minutes or so, then laid on the bed, pulled off the condom, and finished the job by hand while I licked his balls. He was very appreciative, and kind in bringing me supplies to clean up with. I did enjoy it, and hope to make another stop next time I'm traveling alone.
It does lead me to a couple questions...I work in a very race sensitive environment, very open and accepting, and feel like I want to judge not based on ethnicity but on character. That being said, he continued to talk about his "big black cock"...wasn't lying..., how my white ass looked with a big black dick in it, there were just remarks through the whole thing about race. I didn't mind, honestly, my eyes were closed most of the time, so I wasn't really aware of race, just bodies.
I didn't feel uncomfortable in hearing it, but did not feel comfortable making any remarks like "feed me that big black cock, make my white ass beg for it", etc. I do find black men attractive, and enjoy the dick that's attached, but don't' really want to go there. Is this a pretty common theme? Are interracial hookups usually met with talk like this? Or am I weird in that I like it, but don't want to verbalize? With Iowa at 96% or so Caucasian, it's not something I run into all that often. As always, appreciate your thoughts.
A weekend of errands and odd jobs, helping out others, I do enjoy staying busy. My wife would like a little less, but it makes me a little crazy to sit home too often. It's too hot here to be out in the yard, and you can only watch so many episodes of American Pickers before it's time to do something...
I ran up to the inlaws to check in on the house, do some yard work, and other assorted chores. The good news for me was that gave me some time alone...more on that later. Caring for our aging parents is becoming more and more the norm, and I get not wanting to leave your house, with the comfort and familiarity. I talked with my dad (who's 90) this week, and he said he's ready to move out, to find something smaller and get away from upkeep and yard work. He (rightfully so) says he can't keep up with the yard, the small repairs, and other things that come with home ownership. He wants to move to the retirement duplex complex across town from my job. It would be great to have them here, but mom (at 78) isn't ready to leave yet.
We dread the day that we will have to clean out our respective parents homes, my folks don't have a lot of stuff, so shouldn't be too bad, but my inlaws have a house packed with things, grew up with nothing, so have taken the opportunity to buy things when no kids were around. I don't want to be a burden on my kids, and hope to not saddle them with a lot of work when I'm gone.
Wow, this took a morbid turn. Maybe it's the recent birthday, but thinking a little more about edging toward retirement and beyond. I need to get my mind wrapped around this...
As mentioned before, when I drive to the inlaws, I pass a couple of our metropolitan areas here (not that it's anything like a big city, but as big as Iowa has to offer, i guess). If I know i have a little flexibility with time, I sometimes place and ad on CL, or take a look at what's out there. I did a little pre-planning, and put an ad online about mid week. I usually include a cock shot, I have a portrait I'm enamored with, of my very photogenic wang standing tall and proud. It usually elicits a few responses, but normally not much that turns my head.
This time, I got a response from a guy who claimed to be not far off the interstate (he wasn't), and wanted me to "blow him, and if it went well, I could sit on it". Wow, the romance was dripping from this one. But, my intense state of horniness and the picture he replied with made it at least worth a conversation. A big ol' dick, nicely thick, got my mouth to watering. So I replied, and a cryptic conversation ensued, asking about available times, locations, etc. He wasn't going to be free on my trip up, but should be on the way home. So tentative plans were made for me to stop by on Saturday.
After lunch Saturday, I headed down the road, and messaged that I was leaving, should be in his area in a little over an hour. Got a quick "OK" a few minutes later, then a note that said he was going out for lunch. As I approached, I sent another quick note, and a reply came quickly with directions to the house. I wound around through a residential area to a set of townhomes. Not a bad area, the townhouse was a little rough looking from the outside, but things seemed OK. I approached the door, and it was opened as I walked up the steps. I was greeted by a smiling face and an introduction, and an invitation in.
The inside of the place was nice, in a generic, white paint and beige carpet sort of way. I was offered water (declined, had some in the car on the way) then led upstairs to the spare room. The guy was super thin, weighed maybe 130 on a 6 foot frame. As we undressed, I was able to see that the picture wasn't a lie, a thick slab of meat hanging down, which was made to look huge by the thinness of his body.
He was completely shaved, explaining that he had never done that before, but just wanted to try it, with the hot weather, etc. I was glad to see it, love feeling skin on skin, and it made licking around so much easier. As I worked it over, it became thicker and harder, and topped out at a nice solid 8 inches. He was appreciative, telling me how well I was doing, and giving me the obligatorily "you love sucking that big black cock, don't you?". And he wasn't wrong.
He then swiveled around and worked on mine a little, saying he'd "never done that before". Whether or not it was true, it was nice to have some attention my way as well. Eventually I wanted to feel it in my ass, so he got things ready, and I started by climbing on top and sitting down on it, controlling the depth and speed while I got used to the invasion.
After a minute, I was bottomed out (see what I did there??) and started to work it over. His impatience showed, and he soon rolled me off and onto my stomach, added a little more lube, and started drilling me. Oh, I do love to feel cock sliding in and out of me. Stifling moans because of the neighbors on each side, he continued to drill me, getting me up on my hands and knees, then pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could stand and fuck, and finally flipping me onto my back, and pushing my knees to my chest. He was really able to attack my prostrate at this angle, and I felt it on each stroke, nudging it as his balls slapped my ass.
He probably worked me over for 10 minutes or so, then laid on the bed, pulled off the condom, and finished the job by hand while I licked his balls. He was very appreciative, and kind in bringing me supplies to clean up with. I did enjoy it, and hope to make another stop next time I'm traveling alone.
It does lead me to a couple questions...I work in a very race sensitive environment, very open and accepting, and feel like I want to judge not based on ethnicity but on character. That being said, he continued to talk about his "big black cock"...wasn't lying..., how my white ass looked with a big black dick in it, there were just remarks through the whole thing about race. I didn't mind, honestly, my eyes were closed most of the time, so I wasn't really aware of race, just bodies.
I didn't feel uncomfortable in hearing it, but did not feel comfortable making any remarks like "feed me that big black cock, make my white ass beg for it", etc. I do find black men attractive, and enjoy the dick that's attached, but don't' really want to go there. Is this a pretty common theme? Are interracial hookups usually met with talk like this? Or am I weird in that I like it, but don't want to verbalize? With Iowa at 96% or so Caucasian, it's not something I run into all that often. As always, appreciate your thoughts.
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