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Posted:May 2, 2017 3:39 pm
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This profile has been updated 11-April-2020
I've found nobody takes the time read profiles, but I'm going lay it out there anyway, this will be the judge of whether or not this profile has been read.
First off: I'm fun and energetic. Very open-minded sexually, which leads being extremely curious, willing try new things within my boundaries and allow myself fly my freak flag from time time. I have a whole laundry list of items that have yet be checked off my "Sex Bucket List". Inquire within.
I'm also a sapiophile. With being said, I'm very down--earth, mature, intelligent, creative, imaginative, adventurous, witty, charming, chivalrous, loving, caring, compassion romantic, flirtatious, funny, and I know how use the Oxford Comma. I'm just a simple guy, leading a very simple life.
reiterate: Friends first, but I am truly looking for "friends with benefits".
If any of this piques your interest, please drop an email, or find in the rooms listed below. I look forward hearing from you, getting know you better, and with that said, let's take it the next level together.
Not interested in couples, trans, gay or lesbians. I also have a very low tolerance for bullshit. My interest is toward REAL woman and women ONLY. I'm straight, PERIOD. Now, everybody has their preferences, I'll respect yours if you kindly respect mine.
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You can also find me in the following rooms: Upper Midwest and BBW Room.
Also, don't forget visit my blog: InfoTechSD
Ideally looking for:
A woman who would be my equal: Very down--earth, mature, intelligent, creative, imaginative, adventurous, witty, charming, loving, caring, compassion romantic, flirtatious, funny, and be able communicate in complete English sentences.
Must love giving/receiving massages among other things.
Must be unattached. Bi-curious welcome. Not looking for attached commitment at this time. I'm just looking for someone who enjoys sharing kinks and life together; as a friend, partner and "buddy".
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Song with city names in their title
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Posted:May 8, 2017 10:06 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2017 2:55 am
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A bit off the beaten path. A fun blog post...
The other night, in the BBW Room chat room, a mention of naming songs with city names in the title came up, and being a music buff I decided to research my 12 terabyte network storage drive along with coming up with song titles off the top of my head. just to see what I could come up with. Here is a list of song titles with artists, in no particular order, drawn from memory and the hard hard drives. Enjoy!
"Allentown" by Billy Joel
"Amarillo By Morning" by George Strait
"Amsterdam" by Van Helen
"New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra
"El Paso" by Marty Robbins
"Angel of Harlem" by U2
"April in Paris" by Etta Fitzgerald
"Baltimore" by Prince
"Miami My Amy" by Keith Whitley
"Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Presley
"Straight Outta Compton" by N.W.A.
"99 miles from Los Angeles" by Johnny Mathis
"Walking in Memphis" by Mark Cohn
"Chattanooga choo-choo" by Glenn Miller and his band
"Midnight in Memphis" by Charlie McLean
"Cliffs of Dover" by Eric Johnson
"Detroit Rock City" by KISS
"Sweet Home Chicago" by The Blues Brothers
"Galveston" by Glen Campbell
"Harlem Shuffle" by The Rolling Stones
"Wichita Lineman" by Glen Campbell
"Jesus Just Left Chicago" by ZZ Top
"Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin
"Nashville Rebel" by Waylon Jennings
"Kokomo" by The Beach Boys
"No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn" by The Beastie Boys
"Streets of Philadelphia" by Bruce Springsteen
"Rio" by Duran Duran
"San Francisco Nights" by Eric Burdon & The Animals
"Saints of Los Angeles" by Mötley Crüe
"Philadelphia Freedom" by Elton John
"The Girl From Ipanema" by Various Artists (* see note at end of list)
"Ventura Highway" by America
"Waterloo" by ABBA
"Theme Song from WKRP in Cincinnati" by Steve Carlisle
"Woman from Tokyo" by Deep Purple
"Woodstock" by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
"Youngstown" by Bruce Springsteen
"The Charleston" which is a song and dance, from the big band era.
"Cleveland Rocks" by Ian Hunter
"Dallas Days and Fort Worth Nights" by Chris Ledoux
"Get Out of Denver" by Bob Seger
"Houston" by REM
"Jackson Mississippi" by Rock
"Houston" by Larry Gatlin & The Gatlin Brothers Band
"Kalamazoo" by Primus
"I've Got a Gal In Kalamazoo" by Glenn Miller and His Band
"Kansas City Star" by Roger Miller
"Kansas City" by Wilbert Harrison
"Streets of Laredo" by Many artists
"Leaving Las Vegas" by Sheryl Crow
"Lukenbach Texas" by Waylon Jennings
"Maybe it was Memphis" by Pam Tillis
"Okie from Muskogee" by Merle Haggard
"Anybody going to San Antonio" by Charlie pride
"Pittsburgh Town" by Pete Seeger
"Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash
"Santa Fe" by Bon Jovi
"Tallahassee Lassie" by Freddy Cannon
"Tulsa Time" by Don Williams
"London Calling" by The Clash
"One Night In Bangkok" by Murray Head
* Steve Getz performed the worldwide smash hit in 1965. Earning him a Record Of the Year Award for "The Girl From Ipanema" in 1965. This song is widely used to this day as elevator music in movies, and is the second most played song in the world, only surpassed by "Yesterday" by The Beatles. "The Girl From Ipanema" has been covered by multiple artists since 1965.
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Short Story #3: Magnificent Marie
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Posted:May 1, 2017 3:05 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2017 7:12 pm
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Mark had arrived at his appointment. He approached the receptionist desk, where Constance the receptionist told him to go to the first room on the left, to remove all his clothes and lie face down on the table with a towel around his waist area, that was provided to him in the room, and that Marie would be in shortly. Mark's wife Betty had made this appointment because Mark had been complaining of neck and back pains for weeks. Betty had given Mark an ultimatum: Take care of your body or stop boxing in the amateur boxing league. Mark loved boxing and the camaraderie it provided. So, he made the sensible decision, from his point of view; get the massage.
Betty's voice could be heard in Mark's head as he was undressing, "It's ridiculous Mark. Either get these knots in your neck and back taken care of, or stop these fights!"
Mark was told by his wife that Marie was a godsend, and that other wives she's talked to send their husbands over Magnificent Marie's to get a massage, she had been in business for about 10 years, and her reputation among her clientele was immaculate.
Before long, a low knock came, the door opened, and Marie appeared, dressed in a white button-up shirt and black pants. She was an attractive young woman, about 35, with reddish-auburn hair that went slightly below her shoulders, warm blue eyes, and full red lips. She wasn't petite, but she had curves and Marie stood about 5'6".
"I've had a chance to look at the intake form you filled out with Constance and I think I can have you feeling a lot better in no time. Let's work out some of those kinks and knots you've got going on.", she explained, "I'll be using almond oil, which is a natural moisturizer to do this massage. It's food grade and non-toxic", she continued.
Marie dimmed the lights softly, and turned on some gentle mood music. The smell of lavenders filled the room from a diffuser on the cabinet in the corner. She expertly kneaded and stretched his neck, shoulders, back, arms, and legs. She even worked his glutes, which Mark at first felt uncomfortable with, but it felt amazing as she continued. During the massage, she would softly tell Mark the name of each muscle she was working on, and why she was using the technique she was using – almost an abbreviated anatomy lesson. After about 40 minutes, she instructed Mark to turn over on his back. She worked the fronts of his arms, chest, and the fronts of his legs. Again, explaining each muscle group as she worked. She began working his upper thighs. Moving toward his inner thighs, and to her amazement, Mark's cock stood up at attention. Mark was mortified and at this point, felt very unrelaxed.
Sensing his discomfort, she began to speak to him, again in that soothing, soft way she had. "It's important to work out the tension in every muscle. If we leave some muscles tense, that will have a negative effect on the surrounding muscles and will mean that tightness and discomfort returns much quicker."
Marie begins to lift the towel and place it over Mark's stomach. Mark immediately reached down to cup both of his hands over his genitalia region and quietly said, "No, please don't!", and looked worriedly at the door.
"The door is locked. This is a private space. You are my , and everything that happens in here is confidential. It stays between you and me. I promise," she said with a smile.
Mark relaxed and closed his eyes, but he still couldn't believe this was happening. She took his cock in her soft and warm but capable hands. Starting at the head and working down to Mark's ball sac, cupping his balls in her hand gently. Suddenly Mark felt Marie's mouth take his cock in, and his eyes shot wide open. He looked down and Marie was already at the base, her red lips hungerily devouring him. Mark noticed she had unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and all Mark could see was her cleavage.
Mark begins breathing harder. Marie strokes his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. Marie moves the towel closer to Mark's knees and points his cock in the direction of the towel and continues stroking his cock until a large shot of Mark's load shoots on to the towel.
"Your hour is up. I'll let you get dressed now. You can put the towels in the basket over there before you leave.", Marie said softly, as she straightened herself up before walking out the door.
Five minutes later Mark was back in the reception area, seated between his wife Betty and Marie.
"So, what do you this Ms. Roth?", Betty asked Marie.
"I think you're going to notice a difference in Mark immediately. I suggest he come every week. Every Tuesday, if that works for you guys.", Marie replied.
"I do feel amazing. Much more limber already", Mark said.
"Sounds great! Let's put him down for 4:00 next Tuesday", Betty said
"Wonderful", Marie smiled.
"Oh, I must ask you, where did you get that shade of lipstick?", Betty asked Marie.
Marie told her which brand it was and where she had bought it, then added, "It's one of my must-have beauty items. Long-lasting and stays put through anything."
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Short Story #2: The Lawnmower Man
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Posted:Apr 29, 2017 5:25 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2017 6:56 am
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Timothy was not the typical Midwestern man. Shy, aged late 20's, rugged, average height, wavy brown hair and green eyes and standing at five-foot-nine inches tall. Working odd jobs on the weekends in his spare time. He was always a nerd in high school, and usually the target of pranks and put-me-downs from the other students, often by the jocks. But that was all behind him as he was now out in to the real world, working his way to the top of the ladder in the banking industry, as an assistant loan officer.
Today is a Saturday and he's preparing to mow the lawn of one of his friend's neighbors, who lives in an affluent neighborhood that he only dreams of living in some day. It is a typical Midwestern town. Tree-lined streets, white picket fences with front yards of beautiful green grass.
Timothy arrives at the residence, where he's been there many times before. Unloads what he needs from the back of his truck and prepares the task at hand.
Meanwhile in the large picture window, Susan, the wife and the occupant of the large two-story house, gazes out at Timothy while sipping her morning coffee, watching him do what he's always done every other Saturday that summer. Susan had the warm inviting face, that is typical of most Midwestern women. She was often told she could be a stand-in double for actress Bonnie Hunt. She smiles as she finishes a sip from her cup and sets the cup down on a table that is covered with a large doily, in front of the large picture window. Susan proceeds to head to the door, still in her bathrobe and walks outside to greet Timothy, who is happy to see her again.
Exchanging a few pleasantries, Susan abruptly changes the topic and inquires, "So I hear you also are pretty good as fixing computer problems. You know me, I'm not quite an expert when it comes to computer problems. 'Computer illiterate' is the right term."
Timothy chuckles and replies, "Yeah, that's what they're called".
"Anyway", Susan said, "I was wondering if you could take care of this popup window 'thingy' that I can't seem to close, no matter what I do. it's practically taken over the whole computer. Can't do anything with the darn thing except turn the computer on and off. Which I already know how to do. I have some spreadsheets that I need to finish by next Wednesday."
"Sure", Timothy replied, eyes beaming "I can do that for you. I'll have you back up and running in no time".
"Great! I'll let you get back to mowing the lawn and when you finish, there will be lemonade waiting in the fridge if you like.", Susan said as her face beamed with a smile.
Timothy reaches down to start the mower as Susan heads back in to the house.
A little over an hour had past at this point, and Timothy shuts the mower down and loads his mower and garden tools in to the back of the truck. Wipes his brow and he's sweating from head to toe and he's ready for that cold glass of lemonade by this time. Timothy heads to the front door, knocks a couple times as the door is already unlocked, and he enters the large foyer and living area.
"Susan?", Timothy shouts.
"I'm here!", she shouts back from the office near the back of the house, as Timothy walks through the large kitchen, with a rather high ceiling, real wood flooring and large granite counter tops and a massive food preperation island in the center of the kitchen. He walks toward the refrigerator and grabs the full pitcher of lemonade and pours himself a glass in the tall glass on the countertop next to the refrigerator Susan had left for him to use. He walks down the wide hallway toward the office, passing by a parakeet in a cage that stood on it's perch with a watchful eye as if it was a Sentry on duty.
"See? Can't do anything", as Susan demonstrates by click the mouse button and the Enter key on the keyboard.
"I know exactly what your problem is. I'll have it fixed in 10 minutes", Timothy says as he takes his seat in the large leather computer chair, and Susan quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
Minutes later, Timothy has worked out the problem with the computer and given it a necessary reboot and begins to roll back the chair from the desk he hits what he thought was a bump in the floor and swivels the chair around to find Susan standing there dressed in black, with a large black choker around her neck, black leather bra and panties, garter belt with thigh highs hooked to the suspenders and shiny black pointed stilettos on her feet.
Susan pushes Timothy hard back in to the chair as she hovers over him, while in the other hand she reveals three red silk scarves. Two get tied to each of Timothy arms to the arms of the computer chair and the third gets tied neatly and tightly over his eyes. Timothy wriggles his arms to no avail, but Susan chuckles softly knowing she's got him where she wants him. Susan kneels down in front of him and begins to undress Timothy by removing his rugged light brown work boots, white athletic socks and slightly torn blue jeans.
Susan teases Timothy's remaining senses by running the tip of a small riding crop she had retrieved from the small filing cabinet in the corner of the room. Brushing the tip of it along the width of his chest and down to his belly button. She leans down and presses her lips up to his left ear and whispers, "I've got one more thing I want you to do. Shouldn't be more than 10 minutes", and chuckles softly.
She stands there looking at him briefly, watching Timothy try to wriggle his arms free.
Susan then moves back toward Timothy, dropping to her knees to the floor and grabs Timothy's well-endowed cock in her hand and begins taking his cock in to her mouth and sucking hard and deep. Flicking her tongue on the large head, tugging his ball sac with her hand and sucks on his cock again as Timothy's groans and his cock begins to throb more with each down stroke of Susan's expectant mouth.
Suddenly and without warning, Timothy's hard cock gushes a tidal wave of cum in to Susan's mouth. Susan gulping every ounce of it down her throat.
Susan stands back up and removes the scarves bounding Timothy's arms to the chair and Timothy yanks the scarf off his eyes and looks at Susan still clearing her throat. Timothy jumps out of the chair as they both leave the office. Susan motions toward the bathroom and tells Timothy, "The towels are over there."
Timothy walks past the parakeet that squawks, "AWK! Get me out of here!!!"
Susan retires to the bedroom chuckling.
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Short Story #1: Showing Him The Ropes
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Posted:Apr 29, 2017 3:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2017 12:12 pm
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One of I hope many short stories to come. Written from a first hand fictional account. Names are changed, but the male character is written from my point of view. Being celibate, I hope to share fantasies of mine through short story form - ITSD
I had liked Kristin for over a year, from the first day we met, and she was finally ready to move on from her ex. She and I happened to return from our first date together, after spending a few days texting back and forth with one another, planning this day. The date was perfect in every sense of the word. We opted for a Dutch-style Tex-Mex dinner, a stroll through the park and even got some ice cream along the way.
"Thanks for buying dinner tonight", I say with a chuckle as we enter my residence.
"So this means I owe you sex?", as she drops her mouth wide open in surprise. I roll my eyes and lead her in to the kitchen.
"Make yourself at home if you like", I say as we continue toward the kitchen and I stop at the stove to put some tea on.
"Charming little place you have here. I hope everything isn't too small", she says, continuing the playful insults.
I turn around, taking my attention off the tea kettle briefly, give her a slight glare, which she responded with a light giggle.
"Careful, these will need to cool a bit", I say, handing her the cup of brewed tea.
"So... What should we do in the meantime?", she asks as we both lock eyes with each other for a split moment.
I glance over at the kitchen island and set my cup down and quickly grab her free hand and pull her closer for a kiss, weaving my fingers in to her shoulder length hair. She sets her cup down next to mine and uses both hands to grab my ass and pull me closer. I pull back a step, visibly frustrated, "I've never done any of this before", as I look at the tea cups sitting on the kitchen island side-by-side.
"You don't have to be embarrassed", she says with a calming and reassuring voice, "I can show you everything you need to know honey. All you have to do is just slow me down if you think I am going too fast for you. Okay?"
I think for a moment and nod, at which point Kristin steps forward and leads us in to the living room toward the couch.
"Make yourself comfortable", she says, as I sit down on the middle couch cushion. She immediate swings one leg up on to the couch, attempting to straddle me, swinging the other leg up, placing both hands on my cheeks she leans in and kisses me right on the lips longingly. Moving along my jawline toward my earlobe where she nibbles lightly as I place both of my hands on her hips.
"Just remember to kiss slowly and deeply as you work your way down", she whispers in to my ear, as such sucks on my earlobe, "Don't be afraid to get a little naughty", as she moves down to my neck, as I moan softly.
At this point, I can't take it anymore, and grab Kristin and pull her even closer to me and kiss her with more gusto.
I let go of Kristin, and pull off my shirt. She follows suit and pulls her shirt off. I wrap my arms around her trying in vain to unclasp her bra, "Don't worry I can show you how to undo these another time" as she reaches back behind her and unclasps the hooks with ease, sliding it off her arms and I immediately take one breast in to my mouth as she moans and runs her hands along the back of my head.
"You can do better than that, honey. You're not going to break anything", she says in her calming and reassuring voice, as she wraps her hands around to the backof my head and presses my face in to her waiting breasts, "Harder", she quietly growls.
I give Kristin a gentle bit on one nipple, as she responds with a gasp, as I toss her to one side and she lands on her back next to me on the couch, glancing toward Kristin's jeans as she reaches down and begins to unbutton her jeans. I quickly move and put one knee up on the couch as she's beginning to slide her jeans off. I take over and slide them off over her feet and toss them in to the pile of clothes collecting on the floor. At this point, all she is wearing is a pair of white lace panties and a pair of white tennis socks.
I place my hands on her hips and slide her panties down over her knees, down to her feet and off. Tossing them aside on to the pile of clothes on the floor.
I look up in to her eyes as she gives me an approving smile. I grab one of her legs with one hand and using the other I move my hand down between her legs, brushing my fingers along Kristin's neatly trimmed pussy as she moans softly as she moves her hand over mine and says, "Now just follow my fingers. My fingers will be your guide. Okay?"
I bite my lower lip and nod, almost unsure of myself, but I soldier on.
Kristin brushes two fingers along each side of her tight slit, raking her fingernails the entire way. My tongue following her fingernails. She stretches the slit wider and sliding my tongue to one side as she inserts her middle finger, then another and finally a third.
"Lick hard and fast, but fuck me slow and deep", she moans. I oblige, taking the set of instructions like a fish out of water.
Using what knowledge I've gained from previous observation online, I continue per her instructions, as everything from this point begins to become like second nature.
As Kristin begins to get wetter, I reach down and begin the process of removing my belt and jeans while hovering the rest of my body over her, licking her wet pussy, as she moans louder, knowing what comes next.
I finally get my jeans and boxers off in one piece, Kristin moans louder as she gets a quick glance of my rock hard 7.5 inch cock.
She sits up in amazement, grabbing my cock in one hand and says loudly, "Give me a bit of a warning next time. I never realized it was so big!", flicking her tongue along the head and along the underside, quickly tasting me for the first time, and taking it deep throat, with several long strokes, almost to the point Kristin is gagging, but she continues.
She rises up to my eyes, our eyes locked, she quietly asks, "Are you ready?"
I nod quietly as she places a kiss on my neck below my right ear.
Still holding on to me, she exclaims, "God! Your huge! Length is one thing, but your girth is incredible!"
I quickly reply, "Dammit Kristin, you're tight! I can't get it in there!"
"Remember, honey. My hand is your guide", Kristin replies in her calm and reassuring voice, as she stuffs the head of my cock in side her as gasps and moans.
"Fuck me slow and deep, until I can't take it anymore", Kristin said, as I nod quietly again.
I throw her legs over my shoulders, and Kristin acts surprised and says, "I thought you hadn't done this before!?"
"Doesn't mean I haven't done my research", I replied, as I thrust myself deeper in to her.
Minutes pass and I then I pause briefly and ask, "Uh, where would you like me to cum?"
"I want to feel all of you inside me.", she replies, at which point I continue thrusting harder, deeper and faster as I grab her shoulders as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Pushing deeper, my cock throbbing harder and filling Kirstin up inside.
I finally pull out as we gather ourselves on the couch, Kristin stands up from the couch next to me exhaling and says, "Fuck, I didn't know I could FEEL that good!", as I lean back into the couch catching my breath and wiping my brow, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
Kristin bends her knee and curls up on my chest, laying her head on my shoulder and raking her fingernails along the hairs of my chest as I kiss the top of her head.
"So", I said, "It's your turn now Kristin".
"Can we drink our tea first?", she says with a smile.
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