Enter: Football Fan

For the fun of it, I put out an ad for a "Kinky Girlfriend" for LTR with "intentions".
Didn't expect any responses.
None. At all.

Within 5 hours, I got a response.
After a flurry of responses and a brief exchange of history, she was ready to meet.
Being that this happened within only 8 hours and all falling together within a short amount of time, it threw me off totally.
Having to work, I had to beg off meeting or even talking on the phone until monday, but we kept in touch throughout the weekend with emails.

My Sunday suddenly became open and at three-ish, we agreed to meet at a chain restaurant.
Having arrived there a bit ahead of her, I went ahead and ordered (I was starving) and waited.
15 minutes later, my phone buzzed with a Text "Just pulling up."
Instantly, I started scouting the parking lot and I spotted two vehicles that arrived, but only one had a single female in it.
She seemed to be of "Average" height and weight wearing A Texan's Jersey.  Upon entering the door, I waved at her and her smile beamed at me as she walked over and immediately ordered something.
Cutting to the chase after a few minutes, I wanted to know about her marriage, and in short, she was saying how her divorce was about to be over, and quite frankly, was interested in dating "several people" so she wouldn't fall into the trap of "Marrying on the rebound."
Perfectly understandable.

The chat eventually shifted over the topic of the kinks I listed.  Reason being is that I wanted to make sure that the person I was to be with had the same appetite and kinks that I do.  I was determined not to make that same mistake again.  As I went down my list, she didn't seem to flinch.
Not a single bit
She went on to say that she was a bit of a swinger as well and went on to elaborate on some other things that she would and wouldn't do.
The conversation shifted over a variety of topics and it was soon apparent that the waitress wanted her table back for some new customers.
I asked her if she wanted me to walk her to her car and have a brief smooching session.
Just smooching.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
"You know, it would be rather unseemly to be smooching in public." she said.
"Well, it was only going to be a quick smooch." I said defensively.
"Might be able to handle that, but lets do it privately."
Somehow we wound up in the backseat in my car.
It went from a casual smooching session to an outright make-out session.
My growing erection forced me to adjust myself.  I thought I had done it discretely until I heard her ask if she could feel it.
Who am I to deny her that?
We continued to kiss as I finally had to "set it free" because it was uncomfortable and immediately started to stroke it; after a minute or two, she took one look at it and proceeded to to give me a sweet blowjob.*
After a few more minutes, we came to the realization that perhaps sitting in an open parking lot, near a chain restaurant with the sun blazing wouldn't be a good idea.
Rather quickly, I get back into the front seat and we drive to a slightly more "isolated" spot behind a nearby construction trailer...facing the frontage road to the freeway.
Getting into the backseat, we pick up where we left off with the blowjob.
her kneeling on my seat to give me the blowjob, I reach over and stroke her pussy over her shorts for a few minutes.  Eventually, I reach under her shorts and reached for, and then gently fingered her clit
She changed her pace to a more sensual technique instead of the frantic pace she had initially.   Bring her face up, cradled her and continued to smooch for a bit longer while I caressed her.  She moved my hand to her crotch and started to grind against it, that just turned me on even more, we kissed more passionately as I unbuttoned her shorts.  They were kicked off within seconds as she put them on the floor.
She apologized about not having "pretty" underwear.  Seems like I wasn't the only one not anticipating the backseat smooching session going as far as it did.
But we were far from ending it.
As we continued kissing, I gently rubbed her clit, while I was slowly increasing pressure on it.  She was getting so wet my fingers were just sliding up and down the surfaces of her pussy and ass.  As my fingers felt her tight hole, I tentatively dipped my finger in and was greeted by a loud moan and harder kissing.
Finally pulling away from her I said, I wanted to eat her ass.
Without hesitation, she got up and maneuvered into kneeling away from me and spread her cheeks.
Not being totally brain dead, I went up behind her and proceeded to lick and tongue fuck her ass and proceeded to keep rubbing and fingering her pussy.
I noticed her starting to shake a bit more and that is when it became apparent her pussy was REALLY getting wet.
Sopping wet.
Then gushing.
Then squirting.
I was in awe, I wanted to lick it up, but I wasn't at the right angle to do so.** I did, however, try to get as much as I could in my hand and sucked it up from there.  She apparently was able to see what I was doing and said that it was a major turn on.
Having her turn over so I can eat her out, she wanted me to kiss her so she could taste her juices on my face, as I bent down to kiss her, with my also being bottomless, we got dangerously close to actual sex*** and temptation was very close.  It took quite a bit of effort, but I kept the kissing brief and played it off that I just wanted to lick more of her juices.
As I went back down, her pussy was totally wet and I was fingering her as I concentrated on her clit.  As I sensed my fingers being squeeze by her muscles, there was an increase of juices flowing out of her to the point that there was a little squirting, I automatically put my mouth to cover her as much of her wet pussy as possible and swallowed as much as of her liquid as possible.
Twice.
I. Loved. Every. Single. Drop.
We repositioned ourselves so she can finish her blowjob with a nice steady rhythm, but it seemed to gradually take on a bit more urgency for some reason.
My fingering her asshole and pussy at the same time, might have had something to do with it.
As her pace picked up, my fingers got deeper and got a bit more motion in them.
Several things at once happened that made me have an intense orgasm.
One:  She was hitting the back of her throat with a bit of force.
Two: The muscles in her pussy and asshole were gripping my fingers and I was feeling her start to drip/gush again.
Three: There was a gentleman walking by my car.  Even though I had dark tinted windows, the light from the sun was enough for him to give him a good view of what my fingers were doing.  Oddly (to me), he walked off after we made contact and turned away with this...what I would describe as a matter of fact look.
The combination of these made me my orgasm quite powerful and held her head down on my cock as I came.****
She sat back on the passenger side and I snuggled up to her on her lap and we talked for a bit, fleshing out our histories and our intentions.
Looking up towards her, her fully covered breasts were teasingly close.
"Can I take a peek at them?"
"You already seen the pictures," she responded.*****
Earlier I had said that one of my kinks was breast "torture" and was a bit dubious about it, but she complied with my request and was greeted by a lovely nipple.
I immediately put it in my mouth and set it between my teeth while sucking it.
The response, as you would suspect, was immediate.  The nipple hardened in my mouth and I was vigorously sucking and biting the rest of her breast for a few minutes.
She then lifted me up, pushed me back to a sitting position and started to straddle my lap after presenting her breasts to me once again.
The breathing intensified, I attacked her breasts more, and then I reached behind and shoved a finger up her ass.
She shifted her weight, looked at me in the eyes and said, "To hell with it."
With that she impaled herself on my cock and her eyes immediately rolled to the back of her head while she ground into me and had, from what I could tell, an instant, small but intense orgasm.


We sat back down and talked for a bit longer.
"You know, this 'Linner' lasted much longer than I thought it would." I finally said.
"Yeah, we're going to have to leave soon."
"We're going to have to leave VERY soon, though." as I casually looked at my dashboard.
"Oh, sick of my company already?" she said with a dangerous sound in her voice.
"Nah. I'm almost out of gas." and casually pointed to the indicator.
It has been almost 2 hours since we hopped in.
"I see what you mean."
"Let's get you back to your car," I said as our respective shorts went back on.
"I'm going to back back to my car." she said as I jumped up front.
"Really?"
"Yeh. Need to clear my head before I get into my car."
With that she jumped out and proceeded to walk at a moderate pace.
Putting the car in gear, I lower the window and keep up with her.
"Hey little girl. Wanna jump in?"
"Nah, I've been told not to get into cars with strangers."
"I got some really good candy."
"No thank you. I got some nice candy earlier from another bad man."
A car had just pulled up and I needed to move on as I was blocking the way in.
I blew her a kiss as I drove off.
As I got to a nearby gas station, my car sputtered to a stop before I had a chance to turn off the key.
Just in time.
reaching into my phone, I sent her a text msg:
"I could have stayed longer."

We shall see what our next date is like.




*She said that once she saw the pre-cum on the tip, she knew she wanted it in her mouth. 
**No. My first thought of detailing my car didn't come to mind until MUCH later.
*** Again. We weren't prepared for this eventuality.
****She said a bit later she didn't taste it, suggesting that my cock was actually a little further down her throat. That was hot.
*****She showed me a picture on her cell phone earlier that she was going to send to me.

Prospects:

As I have mentioned before, I had only one response to my initial post and it seemed quite interesting considering I had put it in the in the "Other Romance", I was fairly surprise with that.

Once I re posted over to for Males seeking females, the response was only slightly better.
It's my guess that women overall are probably thinking they are more shallow then they thought.
This is (basically) the post I put up:

You're not perfect and neither am I.
I'm one that looks past the drama and sees who you are. Be the same.
It's not the baggage that you have, but in what manner you carry it.

Single Imperfect male seeking SIF 35-45 (more or less) for LTR

Must not be too far left or right, Politically.
Must be open to conversation of all types ranging from Pop culture to discussions of Philosophy.
Must enjoy/tolerate baseball. (go to quite a few games...)
MUST be up on current events.
MUST be quick witted
MUST have a sense or humor. (I enjoy Robot Chicken and south park, but I also love Big Bang Theory)
MUST have the ability to call me out appropriate.
MUST be open to new ideas, opinions, and counterpoints. (I love being intellectually challenging, and you should be too)
PREFER someone that has more kinks than a cheap gold chain. (if you gotta ask, feel free to ask for a clarification).
No kinks judged, keep them to yourself until we get along. Or share. I'm flexible.

No pics requested or given initially.
If you need pics or feel the need to share a pic, then perhaps I'm not for you.
Think of it as "Dating In The Dark" but with typing.

I'm okay with:
Kids. (you with kids, I have one that's grown)
Workaholics. I'm one as well.
Non traditional jobs.
Pets. (Wary of dogs, but I get over that quick. As long as he doesn't look at me as a snack food. I'm okay with it.)
Crazy Ex's. We all have them. This is Texas, so no jury would convict me. 'Nuff said. I don't have to deal with mine anymore. (not murder, kid grew up) 

After re-posting on the Males for Females section, I gotten a LITTLE more of a response.  I got 5.
Total.

The first responder was from a 22 yr old.  We continued talking for a bit until I decided to stop wasting both of times.
The next responder is one I'll call "Blossom".  She's a woman of my age who responded for no real reason she could think of.  She is married but is, as far as she can tell me, planning to divorce her husband.   When she mentioned FWB, I went a bit nuts and informed her about my OTHER blog.
Don't ask me why. I still don't know why I did it.  
She read it and was hooked.
The rest are barely worth mentioning.  Seems after only a few frustrated attempts to get me to send a picture without revealing anything about themselves tried their patience and we both mutually gave up or was too far away to make a relationship even remotely realistic.

Going to give it another try in a few days...perhaps it was the timing of my posting.  Haven't quite decided, but I was extremely disappointed that the ad didn't get any more responses.

Then again, the woman are probably thinking they're too perfect for my ad.

No Dating in The dark....

Yeah, I was super busy yesterday and didn't come in until late.
Even though I watched the episode (poor leo and Malik!), I don't think I can do a proper post about it.

Next week I will MAKE time!  It looks pretty damned good!

Additionally, I had to take my AD from CL from one section to another because I got exactly ONE response.

ONE!

Go fig!

Absence of Malice...

I have been asked a number of times if I feel bitter towards the women that I have dated through Craig's list.

With little hesitation, I can honestly say, "No."  Considering how many women I've been with over the years, is rather extraordinary, I would imagine.  I don't have any sense of bitterness of any of the women that I have met over the entirety of my "dating career".   If anything, I miss quite a few of them and I had wished it had worked out better and came out with more of them as friends with all of them instead of just a few.

All of the women that I have met recently were wonderful people; it's just some were a bit crazier than others.
Even when I speak of the mother of my child (spit), I wish her the best; but I would be lying if I didn't have some small amount of glee when I hear some form of comeuppance occur to her because of some idiocy has come back to hit her from some years past.
 
But I digress.

Every single one of the women I have dated, I wished the best. Period.  I want them all to have glorious lives and to be happy.*
There is no comprehension of how some people have a tendency to simply have ugly breakups, but perhaps I was lucky.

Some of the nightmares I've heard that I never had to endure:

Financial(Stolen or embezzled from, Owed, assets not returned, bills not paid, arguments over money),
Mental (Abuse**, degraded**, forced to watch too many chick flicks or the Oxygen Network for hours at a time), or Physical Trauma (Physical and sexual abuse**, Shot, stabbed, anything you should appear on Springer on, etc).

I guess I should consider myself quite lucky, because if any of that occured, I would simply walk away and I would have some negative feelings for those.

* Except that one mentioned previously.
**Non Consenual, that is..

Caught! Enter The Teaser

Having put up a ad on CL a couple of weeks ago, I waited for the responses to trickle in and it didn't take long.

After the intial group was fine, but it wasn't for me and eventually dropped the conversations.

One of my favorites was a woman whose responses were three or four words typed from her blackberry.

After I'd asked her what she was up to for the weekend, her response:

"Probably spend it with kiddos."

Okay.
Being the kind of guy who wants to engage in a conversation, I responded; "Oh? Cool? What are the ages? I'm thinking about heading to a movie and...blah..blah..blah"

Response was simply their ages and it sounded like fun. (!)
I went on and discussed general stuff and the response was always two or three words.
After about a day, I was wondering if she was trying to blow me off, "Are you a woman of few words, or is it just a pain to type on a blackberry?"

"Not short of words just while driving."
"You know, you could always just type when you have time and then hit send."

She laughed, but the pattern continued.
I finally got sick of it after a few more hours and blew her off.

Just because there is an email in your crackberry doesn't mean you have to send a short letter instantly!  I mean, really, when dealing with someone you're pursuing a relationship with, we can handle a little delay between emails if there is a bit of substance to it.

Another of the candidates I have been emailing seemed to get along quite well.  We seemed to have the same general interests and I was fairly optimistic.

During a lull in my day, I started reading an email from her and while the initial tone gave me caution,  she had stumbled across something incriminating.  While I suspected she MIGHT have come across the blog, I wasn't going to confirm or deny anything until I knew WHAT she found.  She strongly hinted that perhaps it was better to just call the whole thing off.
I feigned innocence and asked what she found?  I was fairly certain she didn't find the blog, but probably got me confused with some OTHER idiot.
The next letter contained two links two both of my blogs.   While I was in a store at the time, it was all I could do to giving a visible reaction.   In my mind, I ran around screaming like a little girl and wondering what to do.

Outside, I was the calm cool demeanor that I try to exude....but for a bit there, I thought I wet myself a little bit.

She went on to explain that her ex husband and her both into "The Lifestyle" and didn't think she could go down that road.  After I explained that I was sincere that I am open to changing my ways, she was more than a bit skeptical.
Not that I blame her in the least, but I believe we can.

She continued reading portions of both of my blogs and seems to be coming around.   I have no idea why, but she seems to.  So this should be interesting.

HI HON!

Lauren

Lauren is one of the ones that answered my ad, and have been sporadically emailing each other for quite some time.
One thing that she mentioned in her initial email is her fondness of being submissive and likes that type of play.
Now that my initial hesitation on getting into the lifestyle was made, I must also state that it is important the different kinds.   Before I would dismiss it outright, I wanted to know what the kinks were, but she felt (rightly so) that such things would not be in her best interest to discuss about initially.

Unfortunately, our schedules aren't very conducive to meeting, her taking night school as well as a full time job.  But I have enough respect for her ethic for me to at least see if I can keep her as a friend.
Really.
Platonic.
I mean that.

A new posting.....a step forward

After KM's little Sunday meeting fiasco, I figured it was time to start moving on, so I put up a new ad that said the following:

I am a SHM41 looking for some, but not all the attributes listed.

SF, 36-45. Can be HWB or "pleasantly plump."
(Pleasantly plump is about 70lbs over)
As you guessed, personality is more important to me.

Play chess
Enjoy/tolerate baseball
Able to talk about a wide variety of subjects with an open mind.
Is able to adjust to a wide variety of situations.
Be able to be calm under pressure.
Self assured and is able to tell me to shut up occasionally.
Kids OK.
Previous line meant that you HAVE kids, not that kids write me.
Knowledgeable about current events.
Politically flexible. No far right or left wingers.
Not be shy in many aspects of a relationship.
Have more kinks than a cheap gold chain.
Non judgemental.
Is a better speller than I am.
Enjoys going to movies and other activies.
Must be able to blow me away with a look.

Perfect (and otherwise) women apply within.  

Aside from the fact that I typed this up at from my car over a period of 3 hours, I didn't think it was half bad. I remembered a key phrase that I used consistantly years ago. In fact, anyone that I know that reads this phrase will instantly know its me, but since my friends have gone to the four winds years ago, I'm not worried.

It's not like I use the phrase in everyday conversation, hence the small change in the blog.

2 hours later, I have gotten several replies, after a meeting or so, I'll mention them on here later.

While editing this post, KM texted me.  I'll post about that later.

How'd I get here?

I have been reading blogs off and on for several years, before they got big on the news.
A friend of mine asked why *I* didn't start a blog and my response to him was that no one would believe the crap I would write, much less understand it.
I didn't think I'm much of a writer, and looking back at some of the drivel I have written, I was right!
Eventually I did start a blog about my hobby, and I was fairly content.  But I had let it wallow for quite some time as I took a break to concentrate on life.
But the call for wild sex compelled me to start again and my friends were glad to see me "back at it".
My personal wake up call was when at, part after party, I would leave at the end of the evening alone.

Since then, I've met a number of women, who are going to get their own posts, just so I can keep track of it.   Not entirely sure how if I should have one for each blog, or put them in a single post and on which blog.

Ugh. Can't ANYTHING be straightforward?