Shower Quickie

I took a shower with EC this morning. After a little playful fooling around in bed (she started playing with my balls with her foot and I sucked her nipples), I was pretty horny. When I got in the shower, I gave her a little bite on the ass while she was adjusting the water temperature.

After we got wet, I pulled her foot up onto one of the bench seats and slipped inside her. It felt great but the angle is all wrong and it was just killing my leg in the position. I sat her down on the bench and got on my knees and slipped inside again. We fucked for a handful of minutes until I came inside her. We don't do quickies often enough. It was fun.

Jessica's shoes

My brother in law came over to the house this afternoon to use our computer to book a beach condo. He brought along his girlfriend, Jessica. She's so hot! Short little twenty year old... she smells fantastic! After just a few minutes in my office and the whole room smells like her.

Anyway... I noticed she had taken off her shoes when she came in the house. My wife was in the kitchen watching television and there they were... a pair of silver flip flops... in the entry-way and I was alone with them. I picked one up and smelled it. It smelled fantastic. I took a quick lick and put it back down. I so wanted to sneak them away and cum on them or at least take some pictures with my cock rubbing all over them.

Maybe next time.

Foot sex

EC and I took a bath together tonight. Afterward, while I gave her a massage, I sucked on her toes... Licked her ass and pussy and slipped my dick inside her a few times.

Before long, she had her legs up on the air with her thighs pressed against my cheeks while I licked and sucked on her clit. Her orgasm was so intense she was pulling away as her whole body tensed. Every time I squeezed her nipple, it seemed to intensify.

I climbed on top of her and started to fuck her and asked her what made this one so intense. She was fantasizing about fucking a dildo strapped to my leg while she watched me jack off. Sounds like fun to me!

I pulled out of her and rubbed and slapped my cock against the outside of her pussy letting her lips wrap around the shaft. Her legs were up in the air and I was sucking on her toes and she started teasing me about how much I was into her feet. I sat back and rubbed her feet on my cock and after a few strokes, she took over and rubbed my dick with her left foot while she rubbed my balls with her right. It's been years since she gave me a foot job. I came pretty quick. Can't wait to do that again. One of these times, I need to work up the nerve to lick her feet clean afterward.

-- Post From My iPod Touch

Sock job

A couple weeks ago, EC and I were talking about spicing things up just a little in bed. We've kind of fallen into a routine that we were following every time. When you have small children and time is short you just do what works and often efficiency finds a key role. So a little kissing, getting naked, I go down on her to make her cum, then slip inside her for mine.

She wants to incorporate some toys into our sex life. That's always fun. I shared with her that I thought it would be hot for her to give me a hand job with one of her dirty socks, of one of her shoes, or a pair of her dirty panties. She really does not see the appeal, except maybe with the panties, but hey she loves me. So last night, she sent me into the closet to pick something out. She never wears tennis shoes in the summer so socks are scarce the warmer it gets and so I grabbed one of the socks she had been wearing during the day... And of course the video camera.

We normally don't talk much during sex and so the videos are normally quiet but this seemed to stir up some dialogue. While she was reluctant to kiss me because I was sick over the weekend, it was still a hot time. I can't wait to do some more.

Privacy

My wife knows I masturbate several times a week, if not daily. A lot of times, I lock the door and do it in private, not really out of necessity but because sometimes I just like to be alone. But she has seen me do it as well. She does it too and while she is still a little self conscious about doing it in front of me, she always makes it a point to tell me after she did with this sort of 'guess what I just did' smirk on her face. It's sexy as hell. Sometimes I think that look on her face afterward is worth more than watching her.

A dream about a coworker

Out of no where, I had a dream last night about a coworker. We were wrapping up a meeting. For some reason, we were at my dad's house and our other coworkers were getting ready to drive back home. I told her to drive safely and she said she would.

I smiled and started walking towards the back fence and she walked with me. We chatted for a few minutes and turned to go behind the garage.

It was dark but there was a small late night post office kiosk there (yeah... aren't dreams weird?) and I told the attendant I needed to turn in an old post office box key and pick a new one up, along with some mail that was sent to me in box 1510.

While she processed all this, my coworker was sitting there on the fence and I walked over to stand in front of her and talk to her. I knew I was closer than I should be, a little more than just inside her personal space.

We were both talking with that sort of shy/uncomfortable/flirtatious back and forth where you'd catch a glimpse of a smile, hold eye contact for brief seconds before looking away and pretending nothing was out of the ordinary... Not quite managing to cover up that you were nervously hoping you were not over reaching and trying to figure out if the other person was interested or trying to politely cover up being uncomfortable with the whole exchange.

My heart was racing. I don't even know what we were talking about. Work something I'm sure. My hand brushed against hers on the fence where she was steadying herself. Then hers brushed mine. I moved mine to touch her hand again and lingered just a little longer than was normal. She did not pull away and I took a deep breath and a first step over that imaginary line and moved my thumb so I was holding her hand. I moved away again just a fraction of a second later. Her hand followed mine and she held on when she found it.

It was unbelievably electric. I've jacked off to her in my head many times and although this was not erotic at all, it was... well it was nice. I woke up. I miss her. I've been thinking about her all morning now. I'll see her again in a couple days. Nothing like this will happen, of course. But it will be nice to see her face again.

Playing with JA's dirty panties

So I found some time today to play with JA's panties a bit. Just the smell alone is enough to make me want to cum, but I resisted. I rather like to build up the excitement and energy most of the day and get to the point where that urge for release is just unbearable.

I took a lick of the panty's crotch... just flicking my tongue a bit on her dried pussy juices... of which there is a lot. She's a wet girl. She tastes as amazing as she smells. Swiping panties has never really been my thing, but I can see why some men are so into it. I'm really glad I took the opportunity to grab them.

Just for fun, I took some pics of her panties on our Christmas tree. It was a Christmas challenge on one of the Yahoo Groups I'm part of (adventures with women's clothing).

I uploaded all of the pics to Xtube.Here's the link to the pics on my xtube page --> JA's Dirty Panties

New year... new panties

I went to a birthday party this afternoon for my wife's cousin. JA (my wife's aunt) is nothing short of hot... and bonus points... she's a nurse. Who hasn't had the hot nurse fantasy at one time or another?

I managed to find some time to sneak into her bedroom closet and found some of her dirty laundry in a basket waiting to be washed. I brought home a pair of light pink Victoria's Secret panties, a pair of plain white cotton Haynes Her Way panties, and one of her bras. The panties are a size 6/M and the bra looks to be a 38C. The tag is worn, but her boobs are by far much larger than my wife's.

Part of me feels a little wrong for having taken them, but I've fantasized about her when I've had sex with my wife or jacked off on several occasions. I just couldn't resist. And the panties... well, she smells amazing!! I can't wait to play with them and take some pictures.

Hide and go seek

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My first "boyfriend"

I didn't really have a lot going on after Brandy. A couple of short lived middle school girlfriends. Then in eighth grade, I met a guy named Brad. If there was a guy I had any kind of real thing with, it was Brad. By now, I was a little more ... ok with what was going on. I had had time to reflect on the previous experiences and was just starting to get comfortable with it being part of who I am.

He had transferred in from another school and didn't seem to be making friends very easily, but he and I hit it off. He would come over to the house and we would walk the streets late at night with my brother and the other neighbor kids... generally causing trouble. Anyway, as we were walking, his hand sort of brushed against my leg a couple times. He was staying the night and when we got home, everyone was asleep.

He was laying next to me in my bed (yeah... didn't think anything of it at the time lol). We were talking and somehow the topic turned to girlfriends and then sex. Neither of us had ever been with a girl. I let my hand brush against his leg for just a second. We talked some more and I felt his hand brush my leg. We talked some more and I just came out with it and asked him if her ever thought he could have a relationship with another guy. His immediate response was "with you".

About three seconds later, my hand was on his crotch. He was hard as a rock. An instant later, his hand was on mine and we were rubbing each other. We both kept rubbing until we came in our pajamas pants. We fell asleep shortly after. Neither of us even bothered to change our pants.

Looking back, it was pretty risky because there was no door on my bedroom and my bed was right next to the door. My parent's room was only a few feet away but they always kept their door closed.

Brandy... My first real girlfriend.... my first kiss.

I was in sixth grade and found myself with a crush on a girl named Amanda. She was a friend of a friend and well out of my league, but I would go to her soft ball games down at the little league park and talk to her after the game. I asked her many times to go out and she always politely declined. One day, I wound up meeting up with her at a house where she was babysitting. She was content to be friends and invited me to stop by.

When I got there, I met her cousin, Brandy who was 2 years younger than me but was held back in first grade so she was in fourth grade. I thought she was really cute. I got her phone number and we talked several times and before long, she was my girlfriend. Amanda was surprised that I had given up on her and told me she was actually thinking about saying yes to me. Oh well.

Fast forward, I walked over to Amanda's house one day to see Brandy (she lived on the other side of town so I only got to see her when she visited her cousin). We talked out in her back yard and when it came time to say goodbye, we decided we both wanted to kiss... it was our first frech kiss, for either of us. Of course, we didn't really know what we were doing at all and as kisses go, we were probably terrible at it lol but at the time, it was amazing. I walked home feeling giddy and light headed. I loved her as much as an 11 year old could. Unfortunately, we later broke up after she found out I was also seeing a friend of hers named Alicia. I never even kissed the girl or did anything more than talk on the phone. It was just one of those silly "will you go with me" things that kids do. I felt terrible and sometimes, I still think about Brandy and that kiss. Yeah.... I messed that one up. I missed her terribly.

My first sexual interest in a girl

Up to this point in my life, my sexual resume consisted of sexual experiences with a few different boys  throughout elementary school. By the time I was in sixth grade, the opportunities to explore with other boys slowed down to an unfortunate halt.

As a result, I began masturbating on a daily basis, usually more than once... But no boys... And still no girls. Sure, I'd had "girlfriends" in the "will you go with me? Circle yes or no" sense. As if that ever counted for anything. Nothing serious. Certainly nothing physical. There was a girl who lived down the street from me who I had this HUGE crush on. She was two years younger than me and the crush started at 8 years old. She was the first girl I was ever interested in and was also to be the girl I would give my virginity to and ultimately, the one I would marry. But up to this point, sexual interest in girls I knew had not even entered my mind.

I never thought of myself as gay. I had no concept of the word bisexual. I was just me. I was way too shy to ask the girl down the street out. My brother and I had earned a bit of a reputation as trouble makers in the neighborhood, mostly for his part, and she was too much of a good girl to be with someone like that so I just became satisfied with daydreaming of her and watching her play out in the yard from my own yard.

I ended up joining a church youth group in sixth grade. Ironically, that was where my first sexual interest in a girl began. An "older woman" from my perspective, she was in highschool. Her name was Jennifer. She's the first girl that made my dick stand up. Cheerleader. She went on to be Homecoming Queen. Way out of my league, of course. I guess the first ones usually are.

There are a lot of people out there with a lot of different fetishes. I often wonder if they know exactly how their fetishes started. I find women's feet to be a turn on... but I do not have a full blown fetish for them. It's fun to lick my wife's soles or suck on her toes or lie back and enjoy a good foot job... but it's not quite a fetish for me. What I am into are a woman's socked feet and shoes... especially tennis shoes. I know exactly how that began. It was all thanks to Jennifer.

We were in the main hall of the building where we had gone for our church retreat. Everyone was pretty much doing their own thing. I was the shy, nerdy type and didn't know anyone so I just sat there and watched television and listened to other people's conversation... the typical stuff. I had never looked at Jennifer, or any girl for that matter... including the girl who lived down the street that I had such a crush on, in any sexual manner. I wasn't repulsed by girls or suppressing anything... it just never happened that I had been in a situation where I looked at a girl like that with the obvious exception of pictures and magazines.

I looked up and Jennifer was sitting on the floor, just inside the carpeted area in front of me, as we all gathered to go over the agenda for our day and I looked down to see that she had kicked off her shoes. She was sitting with her legs bent and out to her side and for some reason, I just couldn't stop looking at her feet. Her socks were so bright, you'd have thought she picked them up off the set of a Tide commercial... her toes twitched here and there as we all listened to the youth pastor talking. I realized I was hard as a rock... I was horny. Not 60 seconds after the meeting was over, I had cum in the toilet 10 feet from where she sat.

Even now, a woman with plain white cotton socks and no shoes just turns me on... and since then, the fetish has grown somehow to include shoes. I can get completely aroused just walking through the shoe department in the mall. They don't even have to be on the woman's feet. I don't know what it is... the funny thing is, for so long I thought I was unique... but the internet has a fantastic way of opening people up... there are hundreds of people into it. Sure, it's a smaller group than what many fetishes enjoy... but it's still nice not to be alone.

On occasion, when I masturbate... playing with a pair of my wife's socks from the laundry pile... I think about Jennifer and those sexy little feet.

The other half...

In the other half of the double across the street was a boy named Keith. Keith and I became friends quickly and I would often go over to his house to play Star Wars on Atari. He had the 7800 and we had the 2600 so we were always going back and forth.

One time when he was over at my house, we were playing in the basement and there were these huge carpeted pillows... we were laying on them. I don't remember at all how it started except to say that I do know I made the first move... I remember asking him if he was gay. I remember him saying no. Somehow we went on from there and ended up in nothing but our white undies. I was laying on top of him and we were dry humping... rubbing our hard dicks together with only a couple thin layers of fabric between them. I loved the way it felt obviously, but I really also remember enjoying how good it felt to feel my bare chest pressed against his, with my arms wrapped around behind his back, my face nestled against his neck, and my hands up on his shoulders so I could pull and pull myself up and down as much as I thrust with my hips and thighs. The orgasms were amazing.

I didn't understand at all what was going on with my body when I felt them... the words I always used in my head as it was happening was that was the point we were "getting to each other". I loved doing it and feeling it. My first orgasms with another person were with Keith. He was a couple years older than me so looking back I am surprised he never ejaculated. He should have been at the right age, I would think... but I guess he was late bloomer maybe.

We probably did this on a dozen different occasions. I remember kissing his shoulders and neck a few times and once I kissed him on the lips. I really liked him a lot but of course never could say the words... partly because I was for some stupid reason afraid it would mean he might think I was gay... as though grinding my dick against his didn't already send the message. It's funny the things we are afraid of or the things we rationalize... especially when we are confused and growing up.

I told a friend in an email only yesterday that I didn't think I could see myself in an emotional relationship with another man... but as I type this I realize that isn't true. I did have feelings for Keith... I just didn't understand them and was afraid to explore them. More accurately, I can not see myself in an emotional relationship with a guy as a generalization... if I met the right guy, I could see that potential coming out. It did with Keith.

He emailed me not too long ago... found me through a website we were both on... we've chatted. We had a bad falling out before he moved ... probably both of us trying to deal with our own guilt and shame of someone else knowing our deepest secret... so I was shocked when he emailed me. He's either forgotten or forgiven. I so want to bring up our past and ask if he knew how I had a crush on him or if he even remembers. Maybe I will after a bit of catching up.