Happy New Year!

Alright, time to tell you about how I brought in the new year. Well, as you might have guessed, it involves sex. I don't post all of my sexual encounters here, only the ones related to this blog somehow...

So, on Friday night I went to a house party to drink good beer and celebrate the immanent 2011. It was my buddy's girlfriend's place, and she had invited a bunch of her sorority sisters, so I just couldn't pass it up. There were a few familiar faces, but no one I had shared bodily fluids with (other than my buddy's girlfriend, Sandra (shhh!). Well, it turned out to be pretty awkward at first, just a bunch of us drinking margaritas in the living room talking about professors I didn't know. I'm not really an outgoing guy in these situations, so I just sat there quietly sipping my drink for about a half hour. Across from me sat a girl I had seen around campus named Chrystal. She also seemed bored with the whole thing, and we exchanged a few glances. When they started talking about the final exams, I got up and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. I was about ready to leave, but as I closed the fridge, Chrystal (I think that's how you spell it?) appeared from behind me and asked me to grab her a beer. I obliged, opened it, and handed it to her. She tipped it up and looked at me as she took a long swig. Then she said:

"So, is it true?"

I looked at her like she was crazy. "What do you mean? About their classes? I don't give a fuck."

"No, your sex blog. Is it true?"

She was attractive and wearing a plain gray t-shirt. I always wonder how to respond to that question. For some reason I am always caught off-guard. All I could say was "Yeah, it's true."

"All of it?"

"Yup."

She seemed intrigued and sort of swayed her shoulders as she took another sip of beer. How the hell did she know about it? I asked her...

"Sandra. I'm her roommate. She sent me a link to it last week. It's nice to finally meet you."

We continued to have a conversation, and I told her more about all these events as we stood there in the kitchen. She listened closely, and asked a bunch of questions. I noticed her look at my crotch a couple times - that's right, Chrystal :) - and it was soon pretty clear we would be making an addition to the ol' sex blog.

I wasn't going to instigate anything. She knew what was up, and I figured if she wanted to participate she would let me know. Finally, after talking for about 20 minutes, she asked...

"So, do you want me to show you my room?"

I leaned in and whispered into her ear: "do you want me to spill warm cum on your waiting body?"

She pulled back and smiled broadly. "Yes please!"

She turned around and walked down a hallway. I followed her into her room. After some playful sex talk (where she refused to remove her clothes - which was fine) and touching she helped remove my cock from my pants and asked my to cum on her face. I obliged, emptying myself on her cheek. It dribbled down onto her shirt. Here's the evidence ;)

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a time for celebrating our fortunes and enjoying time together with the people we love. I am fortunate that the number of people I love grows all the time, and Thanksgiving day was no exception. I was delighted to spend the holiday with a young woman I am seeing. She has a large family, and we dined at her grandmother's house. There were two large tables crowded with about 25 guests. Two turkeys, a ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and...

Jordan

Jordan is my girlfriend's aunt. She is a thirty-something married woman with two kids and a devilish smile. She seemed extra curious about all of my, um, academic activities, which was a bit uncomfortable, because most of them do not make for suitable Thanksgiving dinner content. Anyway, I was helping her in the kitchen, and the moment we were alone she walked up close, pushed those evil lips against my ears, and said "I know who you are." Then, I noticed her body was like silk against mine, and I shuddered with an instant arousal, feeling the extreme, warm softness of her flesh through her light dress. She escaped back to the dining room and I was left alone to ponder what that meant.

She happened to be sitting across from me at the dinner table, and by the time the first taste of turkey had hit my taste buds, her toes were inching toward my erection. Our flirtations lasted, oh, two hours or so, as I watched her lush lips invite a taste of stuffing, then a bite of cranberry sauce, then a sip of red wine. By dessert she had thoroughly investigated the contour of my throbbing cock with her big toe, and it was time to rise and recess to the living room. Ug. I stalled for long enough to reduce my throbbing boner to a semi and hobbled toward the bathroom. Suddenly, Jordan intercepted me, and announced that she was going to show me some books I could borrow from her. During dinner, I mentioned I was taking literature courses. Her family seemed simply delighted that the two of us were getting along, and that I could benefit from some of those old books she had been keeping around the house all those years. I followed her up the stairs as innocent as could be...

I followed her into the room she had growing up. It was still her room, I guess, because she stays there frequently. She closed the door behind us, turned the knob to lock the door, and next thing I know, she is standing in the middle of the room, her hand on the two shoulder straps of her dress. With a flip of her fingers her dress falls to the floor. She was suddenly wearing nothing. Nude. Buck naked. She looked directly at me...

"I want to be on your blog, Mag."

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A moment later, her lips are pressed against mine and her palm is pressed against my now throbbing-again cock. I took out my iphone and was about to take a few shots, but she said to wait. She didn't want anything revealing her identity. I nodded as she descended to her knees, unzipped my trousers, and began performing fellatio on my pulsing phallus. Remember, the tension had been building for two or more hours. Her mouth was velvet. Amazing. Then, she stood, bent over the bed, and offered her glistening pussy. Simply charming. She said to trust her, that she was clean as a whistle, on birth control, and hadn't fucked anyone but her husband in years. I walked up behind her, put my hands on her ass, and felt the warmth of her cooch on my wang, bouncing between her inner thigh. It was tempting, but against my rules. I require documentation. I have my terms regarding that, and I think she knew, because after saying "Oh, just fuck me" a few times and me refusing, she began working herself as I was. I spanked her a few times and told her I was going to cum all over her back, take the photo, and post it online. She seemed to like that. A lot. I spanked her again, and squeezed, and told her not to come. I told her if she came I wouldn't post the picture. She kept touching herself as I wanked behind her. Finally, she was getting into it too much, and I told her to put both hands on the bed so I could give it to her, and she did, then I did.

Then, she cleaned up, I zipped up my trousers, and we looked at some of her books :) Now, her Thanksgiving cum-covered ass is up on blogger for all the world to see. The pleasure is all mine, Jordan. But, seriously, what a wonderfully nice young woman. I am so thankful to have met her. The rest of the day went along as nothing had happened. C'est la vie.

More Sex!

Alright, this is a sex blog, so let's talk about sex! Real, every-day, dirty, smack-em yack-em sex. Well, I don't get much of that raw, spontaneous goodness anymore, believe it or not. I have viewers. Yes, paying customers to think about on my commercial site. I never could have imagined anyone would pay to see little ol' me have lots of sex, but there it is. It's a dream come true. BUT, it's not like I can just skip out a few days and have fun on my own. My sex life is pretty much planned out in advance: Monday, shower blow job with Rachel. Tuesday, library with Angie. Wednesday, Lin's room. This is real-life, honest-to-goodness, reality sex here, and it's not an easy job! But, I still squeeze in my own personal fun ;)

This morning Heather stopped by on her way to class. I was still sleeping when she crawled into bed with me. I usually sleep naked. I have for years. I don't know why, maybe it's freeing or something. Anyway, in this case, it meant easy access. As soon as I felt her hand around my cock I knew it was Heather. She has powerful, sexy hands that could milk a steel bar. She told me she enjoyed the previous morning's scene, but that she was more qualified for the part. The previous morning I was in Lin's room with her on top most of the time. Anyway, suddenly, Heather is straddling me, and I'm balls deep in her hot, dripping mound of lava love. Talk about a pleasant awakening. Then, she put her hands on my chest, and said "see, Magnus, if you're going to ride a man right, you gotta use your hips." I could believe what I was experiencing. It seemed like every part of her body was motionless except her ass as she ground into me. She converted her body to a precision piston, rocking up and down on my cock. Vicious. After a minute, she leaned forward, stretched her hands out above me, and treated me to the most evil friction imaginable. She tried to mumble something about how good my cock felt in her tight hole. Indeed, the kegels she had been doing were paying off. Her wet cooch provided a perfectly snug ride. I let my hands rove over her ass, guiding her. She was bucking down harder, trembling, and I spanked her ass, grabbed her tight, and growled in her ear her to cum, which she did. I almost went too, but held back, wanting to save this precious moment for posterity. When she had relaxed, I took her hand and moved it between he legs. She understood, dismounted, and I knew with her hands it wouldn't be long. I snapped this photo, and post it here as a token of my gratitude. Just about dried me out. (Good thing I didn't have a session until earlier tonight!)

Keeping Up

I originally intended for this blog to be a daily entry of my real, every-day activities. I intended to write openly to to you about my thoughts and desires, and give you a sexy nugget of real truth beneath what has obviously ballooned into something that has taken on a life of its own. This may sound a bit hippi of me, but peace and love and openness have always been my MO, and my incidental business success as a sex blogger has been completely astounding and unexpected. I have you to thank, and I do not take our sincere love and incredible success for granted. Oh, and the sex is good, too :)

When I say things have taken on a life of their own, it is true. I was walking across campus yesterday and a guy I had never seen gave me a high five. I know it's not like that. You know it's not like that. But, that is why we've made money. So, to be honest, my schedule doesn't allow me to post to this blog as often as I'd like. It's like just when a fantasy seems to have become real, it starts to own you, and dictate your life. I will not let that happen, of course, but I'll need your help. Well, back to work...

To Serve

No one came to visit Saturday. It was probably for the best. I settled in to some serious reading and then nodded off. Right now I am balls deep in Beyond Good and Evil by Frederich Nietzsche, and it sort of makes me want to meet another nice, fresh, repressed Catholic girl. Those of you who are fallen angels know what I'm talking about. The Catholic church instills something special into its horny teenage subjects. From an early age they learn to comprehend the complete and overwhelming power of a man. They learn to endure submission like a slave...total subservience to their divine master. They learn about the wickedness of the flesh, and are asked to stifle their yearning, required to bottle up the years of intense emotional and physical love they have took great pains to keep entirely secret. With each mass they are slowly indoctrinated to provide unconditional, unquestioning service to their all powerful master. Their love for Him grows and they desire His incomprehensible will. Such intense love brims within them, roiling inside with no outlet...no release...for years and years. There is less than no outlet. They are told the burning between their tender, nubile legs will be punished with an eternity in hell's furnace. The devout Catholic girl struggles with the most extreme tragedy imaginable: her lover breathing softly on her begging flesh, trembling with the most intense pain that only she can relieve, but she cannot. She is desperate to sooth him, to comfort him, to be bound and fucked by him. But, he has no body with which to fuck her. Her love is invisible air. And, by age 18, this is her permanent state: a desperate, ashamed, fuck hungry sub built for punishment. Inside, she is no longer just a girl, but a writing nymph crying to be owned. She is too ashamed to admit it. It is a sacred truth that can never revealed. But, she wants you to own her. She does not care how he looks or what kind of car he drives. All she cares about is his capacity for owning her completely, in every way. All she cares about is pleasing her all-powerful master in every way. She needs her body used and abused, spanked and fucked, and endures all with grace and subservience, according to His will. Her response is not one of selfish satisfaction, but of perpetual response to his requirements. The intense pleasure she enjoys as his well-used fuck object is not revealed, except through the involuntary spasms of orgasm. When he is done with her, she collapses with him. Through demanding nothing she acquires everything. Yes, you Catholic girls know how to start my engines, you and your wicked, dripping, cock-starved holiest of holies. Right now I need you more than ever...to be patient, to endure, to persevere. Right now you need to feel my warm breath against your neck You need to let it cascade over your shoulders and down over your entire body. You need to let it sooth you, relax you, and comfort you. You need to let it consume you and experience its complete power all around you. Right now you need to feel my power surround you, enter you. You must allow it to take you and prepare you for when next we meet. You must let it move you and course through you, as we will be together soon, sooner than you think...    

Privacy Policy

Friends, lovers, voyeurs, and old dirty perverts who live vicariously through my misadventures, listen up. I will no longer be posting identifiable photos. Please do not even ask for them privately. YOU WILL NOT GET TO SEE MY DIRTY PICTURES (unless our real, live, person-to-person negotiation is successful. This will probably not happen unless you have boobs.) If you have boobs, and would like to see my pictures, and can meet me in person, please message me :) 

WHY AM I DOING THIS TO YOU?

Because my love life is for ME and YOU and NOT for Jim Bob amateur porn blogger guy who wants to use my pictures for more hits on his monetized blog. My cock is not for sale, nor are the graphic (yet tasteful) images of young college girls enjoying the bounty of perfectly natural, erotic expression.

Openness is sexy, and my goal was, and still is, complete openness and candor. To be true, as a man, about my desires, thoughts, and actions, no matter how carnal and irresponsible. As a reward for my honesty, I found several of the most graphic and 'out-of-context' pictures of my girlfriends on other sites, and that is why my discussion has taken a turn for the literary.     

So, if you want to see my photographs, send me your picture, with boobs, and we will negotiate. Until then, enjoy the complete disclosure of my sex life (complete as I have time for) in detailed, easy-to-follow paragraph form. That is all.

Chaste vs. Not Chaste

I am perfectly comfortable with abstinence. I endured a chaste lifestyle for a long time...no sex, no masturbation. Sex is like any addiction, really, stopping is difficult at first, but once you alter your lifestyle and give it some time, the body adapts. Here was my experience...

I was in my early 20s. My girlfriend and I had been having sex regularly, 2-3 times a day. She accused me of using her as a sex object, which was true, I was. Then, she said I did not care about her, which was entirely false. I was deeply, madly in love with her. She left and I decided to abstain from sexual contact of any kind. I needed to prove that I was not using her just to satisfy some carnal need.

The first day was fine. By evening my body wanted sex, but I went to the gym. There were enough distractions. The second and third days were difficult. I had conditioned my body to expect sex often, and there was this lingering need haunting me all day. Erections during class, imagination stirring. By the fourth day I felt the buildup of semen and found my eyes distracted by women more than ever. I wanted release. All I could think about was sex. I had my first wet dream at 6 days. It was a mess. Cum all over my boxers bleeding through onto the sheets. Ug. The nocturnal emission didn't help. It wasn't accompanied by an orgasm at all. I just woke up and noticed my semi-erect cock was pulsing and then I was all wet and gooey. You would think that would help, but that moment I was more tempted to touch myself than ever. It was like I was a relief valve, and I evacuated just the excess, but there was a full load backing it up.

I was less horny the next day, but woke up the next morning with wet underwear again. That time I didn't even wake up for it. I came in bed about every other night for the next two weeks. It was uncomfortable, because I was living in a dorm room with a roommate.Finally, after about 3 weeks, I was more relaxed and comfortable. I had distanced myself from women. I learned not to think about sex all the time. My body settled back to weekly or bi-weekly nocturnal emissions for the rest of the year. (I went a whole year like this). I am still amazed by this.

The human body is an amazing thing. After the year was up, I decided I would pursue companionship again. I fell in love and immediately started having more messy nocturnal emissions. When we finally has sex my body was almost instantly reconditioned for sex multiple times a day, and that is where it has remained since, for years. I think about this because I now find myself horny even after an aggressive schedule. Yesterday morning I was with Mary and Heather who had spent the night (1). In the afternoon I visited Lin (2). Then, in the evening, I enjoyed a surprise visit from Sara (3,4). She spent the night (5), and then we woke up (6), had breakfast (7), and then Angie joined us for lunch (8). You think I would be satisfied, relieved. Nope. Now, it is 5:30 and I can't get sex off my mind. I'm sitting here with an erection looking at all the pictures I took over the last 24 hours. Maybe I'm ready for a cold shower (or some company...)