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The Best Blowjob Video I've Ever Seen

2009-01-22T21:00:00.000-08:00

Check out this clip. This is what they meant when they coined the word "blowjob".

Notice how lovingly and hungrily this gal makes oral love to this stud's stiff pole. It's as if she lives only to service him with her mouth and hands...like she can't get enough of his meat sliding over her slippery lips and tongue. Even after he cums, she still cleans all the jizz off his cock with the utmost care.

Next time I'm with a gal, I'm going to make her watch this video before she gobbles my rod. She might learn something.

My Gal is Leaving Town...

2009-01-09T01:02:00.000-08:00

Well, happy 2009 to everyone. I know I've been a slacker and haven't posted very much for the latter half of last year, so I'm going to do my best to step up this year.

I'm a little bummed. Terri, the provider I've been seeing for the last few months, is pulling up stakes and moving back to Atlanta, her home town. I will miss her. Here's a pic that really doesn't do her justice:

Terri is a hot MILF in her late 40s who is a great kisser, an incredible cocksucker and a fantastic fuck. She loves to talk dirty and has a pair of massive, stupendous, all-natural tits that I've had the pleasure of fondling, sucking, and fucking. We really only got together twice, but man-oh-man, she is one of the best providers I've ever seen. She even let me videotape our last encounter. I'd love to share some clips with all of you horndogs, but I promised Terri that the video was for my eyes only.

Gentlemen of Atlanta, do yourself a favor and see her. Here's her website: www.terriofatlanta.com

Terri, thanks for the great fuxx and contact me if you're ever in L.A. again.

Check this one out, too!

2008-11-25T20:21:00.000-08:00

And how about THIS vid? OoooooooEEEEEEE!

I'm BAAACCKKKK!

2008-11-13T20:42:00.000-08:00

Hey, horndogs...after a long absence, I'm back. And here's a HOTTTT video to get things going!

Isn't this a winner? I actually think the hottest part of this clip is at the beginning, when the lucky guy and this bangin' beauty are lockin' lips while he manhandles her boobs with both hands! I was so turned on that when the next shot (of the blonde facing the screen while caressing her own melons) came up, I nearly frenched the image of her dick-suckin' lips on my monitor. OooooooowEEEEEE! (And sorry about the clip being bigger than the column).

My Favorite Pornstars: Chelsea Zinn

2008-06-03T21:22:00.000-07:00

I just discovered this slutty hottie. She's the cum-hungry babe in the video clip I just posted.

OMG! OMG! She's a dirty talker and has that nasty, trashy look I LOVE in a chick...the one that says "I want you to fuck every hole I have with your cock and cover me with your cum!"

I have got to go to my provider review boards and see if she escorts on the side! YUMMMM-MMY!!!

Here's another video

2008-05-22T06:50:00.000-07:00

Found this hot clip online too! I LOVE pretty blondes with blue eyeshadow and hot pink lipstick - it makes them look so slutty and ready for cock, just like the piece of ass in this vid! Enjoy!

I'm back with a HOTTTTT video!

2008-05-08T06:46:00.000-07:00

Sorry to be gone so long, horndogs, but I"m back! And here's a little present. I found this video clip on Redtube.com...it's SO HOTTTT!!! Check it out!

I wish I was the lucky guy in this vid. Just look how he uses porn star Brandi Lyons' hot, slippery mouth as a depository for his cum! Her lips have NO CHOICE but to wrap around that meat tube going down her slutty throat! UHHHHHH! I can't WAIT to try this with one of my favorite providers!

My Wish List: Lauren (L.A.)

2008-01-14T12:26:00.000-08:00

I heard some old-school country song (at least it sounded old-school) the other day titled “Older Women Are Better Lovers”. So true, so true. If you’ve read my earlier posts about my experiences with older babes, you know I have a soft spot (or maybe that’s a HARD spot) for them.

Lauren is in the L.A. area and looks like she’d be a warm, sweet fuck, the kind who doesn’t scream when she comes, but rather moans softly and shudders. She reminds me of one of my all-time favorite providers, Cheryl (a.k.a. Talicat) of San Francisco, who I’ll discuss in a future post. Lauren bills herself as a “lover of love” and advertises as a mature escort of 50. I envision a long, slow encounter with her, with lots of passionate kissing, laughing and foreplay. I can see myself bringing her to a couple of those quaking orgasms with my tongue all over her wet little clitoris, then giving her my younger man’s (okay, by 7 years) cock in a fuck session that would start out gentle and end with me pounding her into the bedsheets. Maybe she’d even let me spray a pearl necklace all over her little tits. Oh, man…I’m getting so turned on, I think I better go to the bathroom and jack off

My Modus Operandi

2008-01-11T17:00:00.000-08:00

Part One - Picking My Target

I thought I’d take some time out from the war stories and share about how I go about selecting my ladies, what I do when I meet them (besides the usual stuff), and what I do afterward to insure repeat visits and top-notch service. I should offer this disclaimer: this is what has worked for me. It may not work for you. In fact, you may have better ideas. If so, please share with me!

I find all my providers on the Internet. My favorite sites for trolling are: CityVibe.com, Eros-Guide.com, The Erotic Review, SF Redbook, Troothsayerz, and the ever-popular CraigsList. In the San Francisco Bay Area, another good resource is Lovings.com. TER, Redbook and Troothsayerz are good for checking providers’ reviews and ratings from other guys who have boldly gone where a lot of men have gone before. The other sites are devoted to the providers’ ads, like a Yellow Pages of sex, so to speak.

I have several self-imposed rules for selecting a date online:

1) The provider’s ad must have a photo of the provider, preferably showing her face. If no face is shown, I won’t even consider responding unless there are a significant number of positive reviews on the provider. The photo should also look “real”; there are a lot of ads, esp. on Craigslist, containing obviously retouched photos of incredibly hot models, designed to lure the unsuspecting hobbyist into a bait-and-switch or rip-off situation. If in doubt, I search for positive reviews.

While not a prerequisite, the best ads are the ones that give a provider’s rates, schedule, and some idea of what to expect for your dinero. This way I automatically know if a provider is out of my price range or does not provide certain services.

2) I pay attention to how the ad is written. An ad that is typed in ALL CAPS or contains a lot of bad grammar and spelling raises red flags for me. Even though I’m not necessarily paying a woman for her English composition skills, I look at a provider’s ad as a résumé of sorts. A well-written ad often indicates a degree of professionalism and a commitment by the provider to good service and civil behavior. An ad that looks like it was written by the Unabomber makes me wonder if I’m going to get ripped off (meaning left with blue balls and an empty wallet). Once again, if in doubt, I search for good reviews.

3) Providers should have at least 3 recent positive reviews on TER, Redbook, Troothsayerz, or be personally recommended by at least 3 other hobbyists. As with the ads, I pay attention to how the reviews are written. It’s a known fact that providers will either write their own reviews or have friends do it in order to drum up business. I’m wary of reviews that speak in generalizations or read like letters to Penthouse Forum. The best reviews get into specifics about the provider’s place of business, her appearance, and mannerisms…read a few and you’ll start to notice the difference.

4) I only see incall providers, either at their place of business (typically their home) or at a reputable hotel.

5) I refuse to pay more than $300 for a provider, and for that amount she better be well-reviewed AND damn good. Oh, for the days of Susan and the $100 session...

6) I will only see providers that will engage in:
- DFK (deep French kissing), Making out with a woman makes sex hot, hot, hot.
- FS (full-service activity). That means fucking. None of this FBSM (full-body sensual massage) for me; I can jack off for free.
- MSOG (Multiple shots on goal). In other words, I get to do her more than once in a session.

DATY (Dining at the Y; translation – eating pussy) and anal sex are certainly pluses, but not requirements. So are a provider’s willingness to swallow my load or take it on her face or tits. Other pluses are a provider’s willingness to talk dirty or let me take her picture while we’re doing the deed.

Once I’ve decided on my date, the next step is that first call (or e-mail) to the lady in question. Stay tuned for Part Two - First Contact.

My Favorite Pornstars: Rita Faltoyano

2008-01-05T08:08:00.000-08:00

Eastern European chicks are HOT! And Rita is no exception. Look at that gorgeous face and those luscious lips. Don't you just want to fuck her all night (and all day) long? Who was the lucky guy who got to splatter his sperm on her in this one pic? I wish it was me!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2008-01-03T08:45:00.000-08:00

Happy 2008, everyone! Hope you got your jimmy waxed on New Year’s Eve (or Day) like the fortunate stud in this pic. I’m looking forward to recounting more of my escort exploits in the new year and meeting (meating?) some new ladies as well!

Jessica of SOMA

2007-12-26T20:41:00.001-08:00

Ever look at a picture of an escort (or any other hot gal) you had the pleasure of banging and found yourself glowing with pride (and lust) as you thought to yourself, “Dude! I can’t believe I got to fuck her!”

That’s how I felt when I found this picture of Jessica of SOMA online. SOMA, for the uninitiated, refers to the area South Of MArket Street in San Francisco. Jessica, to my knowledge, still uses a luxury apartment in this area for her baseops. She is also 5’3”, 110 lbs, was probably about 27 when I saw her back in 2000, kind of resembles Lisa Hartman Black (at right), and has a stripper’s body with big, gorgeous enhanced tits. I wish the photo showed her face, but I guess the girl still likes her privacy.

I only saw Jessica the one time, and frankly, the reason I didn’t repeat was because I felt she rushed our session. Not that she didn’t deliver, but I treat my women as I do my food…I like to enjoy them unhurried. I like to linger over them. Sue me. I also didn’t appreciate being rushed considering I paid $250 for the session.

I found Jessica via her ad in either the SF Weekly or the Bay Guardian (I can’t remember which). It said something like “Beautiful Green Eyed Blonde” yada yada and that was enough for me. I consulted a couple of reviews on SFRedbook.com and they were favorable. Jessica was nice and polite on the phone, so off I went.

Did the whole two-call thing and went to her place. Very pleased at what I saw…this blonde petite hottie in a little gold (as opposed to little black) dress, wearing clear Plexiglas fuck-me pumps. Wasn’t very pleased that she asked for the dinero up front and counted the shit right in front of me. She offered me a glass of water and stood there waiting while I drank it. She didn’t even try to make small talk on the couch or anything like that.

OK, whatever. I wasn’t there for conversation anyway. So we stepped into the bedroom and got naked. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw her tits. Like I said, this chick had a stripper’s bod, and she was, at the time, definitely the hottest escort I’d ever been with. All the other women I’d banged up to that time – Susan, Toni, Kate, Sandra, Victoria Lyons – looked like average, everyday women, but Jessica looked like a centerfold come to life. A centerfold I was going to get to fuck! I’d never screwed a gal with bolt-ons before, but they looked fantastic. Her whole body looked fantastic; she had kept on a white garter belt and white stockings and her pumps. I told her she looked totally hot. She smiled and thanked me for the compliment, then asked “Do you wanna suck on my tits?”

Well, of course I did, so I sat on the bed and she hopped on my lap and shoved those melons in my face. I indulged for several minutes, then Jessica got off me, wheeled around, got down and started blowing me. I lay flat on my back and just grooved on this hot chick’s mouth around my cock and the techno music she had bumping on the stereo. Since then I’ve always enjoyed techno when I’m boning a chick; something about it feels so primal. I feel like a sexual animal whose sole purpose is to fuck.

I knew I didn’t want to come in Jessica’s mouth because I desperately wanted to fuck her. I figured I could probably get a blowjob to completion on the second round, but wanted to ensure a good hard-on for the first round so I could fuck effectively. This is a system I’ve employed ever since with satisfying success. Pussy first, blowjob to completion last. If anal is on the menu, that immediately goes first. I’ve had chicks suck my totally limp and spent dick back to hardness and blastoff, mainly because by that time I wasn’t stressed about getting hard enough to penetrate a vagina or ass. Try it sometime; it works!

So I told Jessica I wanted to move to the Main Event, and on went the rubber. She assumed the doggie style position, and I went for it. It was like a dream cum true…a totally hot girl with a Perfect 10 body slamming her creamy ass against me while I slammed Mister Stiffy in deep. I remember holding her hips and grunting, “Ooh Yeah! Ooh YEAH!” while I fucked, all the while watching us in her mirrored closet doors, which turned me on even more.

After I blew my load, we made small talk while I rested and played with her tits with one hand. The interlude was OK, she seemed intelligent, but I remember that she kept asking if I was ready to go again. It kinda pissed me off, but I also didn’t want her to get tired of waiting and deny me a second round, so after only a few minutes I told her I was ready.

On went another condom, and I sat propped up against some pillows while Jessica’s head bobbed up and down in my lap. She even turned her body so her ass was reflected in the mirrored panels on her closet door and said “I’m gonna give you a show,” while reaching behind her and playing with her pussy with one hand.

I appreciated the show. I shot my load in short order, then told her she’d given me the best blowjob I’d had in a long time. I love being able to speak frankly with chicks like that.

When I left, I gave her a hug and promised to see her again, then went home and wrote my review on Redbook, making sure to stress the point that I felt rushed. I would’ve liked to see Jessica again, but I also need to get the maximum value for my escort dollar, and so never went back.

Maybe she’s changed her m.o.. and has adopted a more leisurely pace to her sessions. Well, if I won the lottery, I’d definitely go back.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

2007-12-24T08:34:00.000-08:00

It's the day before Christmas, and I want to wish all you horndogs a very happy holiday. Whether your favorite elf is named Merry, Holly, or anything else, may you get in her stockings, slide in and out of her chimney, admire her ornaments, and give her your big candy cane to lick.

My Wish List: Erica Stone

2007-12-18T21:14:00.000-08:00

WOWSERS! I stumbled across Erica Stone by accident on SF Redbook and...I absolutely HAVE TO FUCK THIS WOMAN! She evidently travels down to L.A. quite a bit and charges $300 per session (a sum I have heretofore never paid for sex), but I'm going to have to make an exception. I mean, guys...LOOK at her! She's so hot! And her reviews on the hobbyist boards are all top-drawer. Plus, she loves to kiss! Can you imagine making out with such a hot chick, knowing you're going to slip her the salami? And, of course, dig those TITS! Her website is www.meetericastone.com. If anyone has had the pleazure, please e-mail me or comment! Yummy yummy yummy!

My Favorite Pornstars: Alicia Rhodes

2007-12-15T14:52:00.000-08:00

Speaking of British girls, you owe it to yourself and your balls to check out anything starring Alicia Rhodes. This chick is hot, has big tits, great DSLs, and is N-A-S-T-Y. She talks dirty, dirty, dirty and I always shoot off a big load when I watch her movies while stroking myself. What I wouldn't give to fuck that mouth and those tits. And that pussy and that ass, too. Mmmm mmmm GOOD!

Victoria Lyons

2007-12-13T14:25:00.001-08:00

O.K, I guess I’ve taken a long enough hiatus (“Heh heh – he said “Hi Anus”) from the good stuff on this blog…my horny adventures. Thanks for bearing with me. Let’s get it on!

In the next few years after I started seeing Sandra, I also began sampling the wares of other Bay Area ladies. I realized that being “faithful” to one escort was stupid. Sandra wasn’t my wife or girlfriend. I could fuck anyone I wanted and still fuck her too. So I decided to play the field.

By this time, the Internet had become my best friend in finding escorts, or “providers” as I learned to call them, and I also began making it SOP (standard operating procedure) to check out their reviews online, in particular at a site called the San Francisco Red Book (www.sfredbook.com). I quickly created my own RB avatar and started posting reviews of my own encounters with providers.

I’d read a number of good reviews online about Victoria Lyons, and was especially interested in the fact that she was clearly an older woman, probably in her early 50s at the time. Like I said, I have a thing for older gals; when I’m with them, I like to pretend that I’m a young stud giving them a dose of much-needed cock. This doesn’t mean I find Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies hot, though…even if a gal is older, she’s gotta be attractive.

Victoria was friendly and flirtatious on the phone when I made my appointment, and offered an hour session for $250. This was the most I’d ever paid for sex, and I was a little hesitant to fork that much over, but…you guessed it. The little head did all the thinking. Victoria was also British, which was also a big plus for me. I love British girls; the accent, especially during sex, just turns me on.

I saw Victoria at her funky apartment in the Haight-Ashbury district, and was glad to see that she was as attractive as her online photo. She was about 5’3”, a redhead (out of a bottle, but who cares), and had a slim-breasted, tight little body that was in better shape than a lot of women half her age. She greeted me with a big smile and a kiss; she was wearing an unbuttoned man’s dress shirt, panties, and a long necklace of faux pearls.

Victoria made me feel right at home, seating me in an easy chair and serving me a drink, then engaging me in intelligent conversation sprinkled with flirtatious and lascivious banter until it was time to get down to business. She then started undressing me slowly, rubbing her body all over mine and crooning how she was an older woman who just couldn’t wait to fuck a younger man like me. Naturally, my cock nearly split the seams of my boxer shorts in anticipation.

When I was naked, Victoria let me take off her shirt and panties but kept her necklace on. She then took my stiff dick in one hand and led me over to her bed, which was against a mirrored wall. Wow! What a turn-on! We started kissing and groping each other, and at one point she wrapped the pearls of her necklace around my cock, gently tugging on them so they kept me even more stimulated. She joked that the police were behind the mirrors and were taping us; I was so excited I didn’t fucking care if they really were. In fact, the thought of people watching us made me even hotter.
The sex, when we finally got to it, was good. Not the best I’ve ever had, but not too shabby either. Victoria slipped a rubber on my cock with a practiced hand and mouth, then sucked me slowly and deliberately, all the while making older-lady moans and groans of delight. Then I told her to stop because I wanted to do more, and she slid onto her back with a willing grin. I spread her legs wide and sank my cock deep in her pussy, enjoying her moaning and dirty talk until I came inside her.

As for the rest, you know the drill…kissing, small talk, yada yada yada.

I wish I could say I saw her again, but I didn’t. Not because she was bad, but like I said, I was into trying as many flavors as I could. Evidently Victoria, since then, has retired from the business and now writes and lectures on sex work and female empowerment and all that kinda stuff.

Whatever. Victoria, for an old gal, you still sucked a mean cock and had the pussy and moves of a 25-year-old.

A Hot Pic

2007-12-11T21:36:00.001-08:00

I was surfin' one of my favorite porn sites, Richards' Realm (www.richards-realm.com) and found this pic of a lucky dude slippin' the tube steak to this hottie. It made me think of all the times I've gotten a lady on her back with her legs spread and I plunge my stick into her hot tunnel for the first time. Ahhhh.....

Anyway, after I jerked off to this pic, I decided to share it with you. The pic, not my load. Enjoy, horndogs.

My Wish List: Lacie O.

2007-12-09T15:49:00.000-08:00

From time to time, I'm also going to mention providers I've discovered online that I intend to try out when I get the time/dinero.

This gal's name is Lacie O. Her website is www.lacieo.com. If anybody has ever had the pleasure of her company, please comment or e-mail me.

She's evidently in Orange County and looks hot and trashy, the way I like them. I can already envision getting that magenta lipstick smeared all over my cock, as well as my hands all over those big, juicy gazongas. And check out that ASS! Nice and plump, ripe for my hands to knead like dough while I skewer her doggie-style. Mmmmmmmm! Yeah, I know, she ain't no size 2, but for you guys who only like 'em skinny, you don't know what you're missin'!

Lacie, I'm CUMMIN' for ya!

My Favorite Pornstars: Deauxma

2007-12-08T18:15:00.001-08:00

God, would I LOVE to fuck Deauxma! I mean, look at those fuckin' TITS! Plus, she's a MILF, which you horndogs know turns me on from the get-go. Howcum I couldn't have met an older babe like her when I was a horny teenager?

Sandra

2007-12-06T16:46:00.000-08:00

In 1999 I started seeing Sandra, who advertised her wares in the San Francisco Weekly classifieds. Her ad read “Betty Grable legs, Bettie Page Ass. You know what you want. So come get it.”. And so I did. She charged $180 for an hour session, which included Greek.

Yes, that’s right, horndogs. For $180, this woman would let me fuck her in the ASS!

Anyway, Sandra was a funky artist-type in her mid-30s with a pretty, pixie face, bright eyes, short hair that she dyed a different color every time I saw her, small breasts, a slim little bod and a decent ass and legs. She kinda resembled actress Leslie Hope (shown here) whom fans of the show “24” will recall played the wife of Kiefer Sutherland’s character. In fact, whenever I see Leslie Hope on TV, I get a stiffy.

Sandra lived in a studio apartment just off San Francisco’s Union Square; the place was always littered with clothes and art supplies and smelled of incense. Sandra was a good conversationalist and we would always chat about various subjects: art, politics, the news, her childhood in Maine, music, and all things counterculture. Sometimes we would smoke a little weed before getting busy; sometimes I’d bring a bottle of wine, too.

But you don’t want to hear about all that, do you? You want to hear about the GOOD stuff. Well, for starters, Sandra and I would make out. Yes, finally I’d found an escort that would kiss. And I mean delicious, wide-open-mouth, lots-of-tongue French kissing. It was great. Her mouth felt great. Once she even wore lipgloss with glitter in it, which quickly smeared all over my mouth and body and turned me on even more. No, I wasn’t into wearing makeup; I just felt like I was about to have sex with some uninhibited punker chick, which I was. Lying naked on her futon bed, my cock rapidly stiffening up and brushing her hairy pussy, we would swap spit for a long time. I could’ve made out with her all day and be satisfied.

No, that’s not true. Sandra would then kiss her way down my body to my cock, which she would take in her mouth and begin servicing. Her blowjobs were, overall, just average in quality, but Sandra had one move where she would hold my cock in her mouth for minutes at a time, not moving, but all the while making a humming sound with her mouth and vibrating my cock. It felt good, but really all it did was make me impatient and start pumping my hips, anxious to get her lips sliding up and down my rod again.

I’d also try to eat her pussy, as always through Saran Wrap, but either I wasn’t doing something right or she didn’t care for it, because she always just laid there without moving or making a sound.

Whatever. I needed to fuck, anyway. And fortunately Sandra would always assume the position enthusiastically, spreading her legs wide or bending right over so I could put my dick in her. And I wish I could say her tunnel was nice and tight, but it wasn’t. It was roomy and loose, a probable testament to how many cocks she’d taken in there over time. I would have to work pretty hard to get some good friction, after which I’d either shoot off inside her or pull out and dump a load of spunk on her little tits.

But what about her ASS, you ask?

Sandra was not the first woman I’d screwed in the seat, but she was definitely the most unique I’d ever had back there. I’d stroke myself to a good hard-on and slip on a well-lubed condom, then insert myself into her back door with a surgeon’s precision. She’d grunt and squirm while I negotiated the opening. Once she even scolded me because I was making her uncomfortable, so in return I shoved my cock in hard and fast, pretending I was a barbarian warrior savagely violating a captured maiden. I’d grunt and bellow my pleasure…and she’d begin barking like a dog.

I am NOT fucking kidding! The chick would bark like a terrier, wiggling her ass all around while I skewered it. The first time it happened I was speechless. The second time I just slapped her ass and said, “That’s it, baby! Bark for me!” And I’d go on plowing her Hershey Highway until money shot time came and I sprayed all over her sweet cheeks.

Afterward, we’d lie there and do the usual…kiss and chat until I got dressed and left with the scent of incense and her body odor in my nostrils and my dick limp with satisfaction.

I would go on to bone Sandra for the next 3 years until she inexplicably dropped out of sight. I always figured she’d retired from the biz…until I learned through reliable sources that she’d had some sort of mental breakdown and wound up living in a San Francisco mental institution for a year. After that she’d gone back to Maine to try and reconnect with her family, a journey that had many twists and turns before she finally settled into a normal life in a small town in Massachusetts. She also stopped being an escort, choosing to make an honest living instead of taking cocks up her ass.

I’m happy for Sandra, and am glad she found her happy ending. She always gave them to me! :)

My Favorite Pornstars: Jill Kelly

2007-11-30T09:12:00.000-08:00

I lust me some Jill Kelly. What's not to like? Blonde hair, big tits, gorgeous ass, long legs, a slutty twinkle in her eye...yummmmMY!

Kate

2007-11-26T09:35:00.000-08:00

This is Kate from Oakland, CA. Although you wouldn't know it from her picture, she's given me the ABSOLUTELY BEST BLOWJOBS to date.

I saw (okay, fucked) Kate several times from 1998-2004. I first heard of her via a website called the World Sex Guide, which was apparently one of the earliest escort review sites. All of her reviews said pretty much the same thing: that she wasn't top-drawer in the looks department, but made up for it with long, leisurely sessions (as opposed to the strict 45 mins to 1 hour encounters I'd had with Susan, Toni and Suzanne) and incredible cocksucking skills.

Well, hell, sign me up!

Kate lived in an über-cluttered high-rise apartment with three cats in a reasonably safe part of Oakland, and charged (at the time) $180 for an appointment. Yeah, this was more than I'd ever paid (again, at the time), but I was also making a lot more money than when I saw Susan and besides, my little head was doing the thinking. At the time, Kate seemed to be in her mid-40s, and had a slim body which was speckled with moles and skin blotches.

Our encounters were indeed long and leisurely. For the first 60 or 90(!) minutes, we'd sit in her living room, which looked like a staging ground for a white elephant sale, and chat over beer which I bought for the occasion. Kate was well-read and traveled and had an easy laugh, even if she seemed like she was on Thorazine half the time. Sometimes she'd break out a coffee table book of European porno (presumably to set the mood) and we'd page through it and discuss the goings-on within. Eventually I'd make my move on her, leaning in for a few kisses and stroking her thigh or breast. I should mention here that her kisses were all of the barely-open-mouth type, which was disappointing. I would try to snake my tongue into her mouth to get her to open up, but no dice. Anyway, after a few minutes of this, Kate would smile and ask me if I wanted to go into the other room, which of course I did.

Once in the bedroom, she'd put on some light jazz and we'd undress. Sometimes she wore a black garter belt and nylons, other times nothing at all. More light kissing and the usual rubbing and grinding. And then Kate would work her way down my body and slip my cock into her mouth.

OMG!!!!! This was head at its best...the kind of blowjob where you actually DON'T want to cum, but just enjoy the feel of a woman's mouth like a warm wet tunnel for your cock for hours...and hours...and hours. I would just lie there and moan with pleasure.

Naturally I always returned the favor. I would eat Kate's well-manicured pussy for a good long time. Even though I was doing it through Saran Wrap (I was still afraid of catching something), Kate would writhe and grab my hair and voice her pleasure in sob-like cries that rose in volume until I was afraid the neighbors would come knocking.

Oh, yeah, then we'd start fucking. For an older woman, Kate had a wonderfully tight pussy. I especially liked doing her doggie-style because her ass would fit perfectly against my pelvis as I pounded her. I'd grab her hips and tell her that she wasn't getting away from me until she "took" my cock. I liked to pretend that Kate, being an older gal, was lonely and desperate for a young stud's cock, and that I was here to fill her up. I'd bang away until I came and then we'd lie in each other's arms, lightly kissing and stroking each other until hopping back on the horse for another round. These encounters would last an hour to 90 minutes. Add that to the time we spent chatting beforehand and I basically spent 2-1/2 to 3 hours with this wonderful woman. I never did try to do her anally, though. I don't know why. She might have said yes.

Even though it's been over 3 years since I last saw Kate, I actually spoke to her early in 2006 when I needed a reference for a new provider I wanted to visit in L.A. On the phone, she was just as warm and friendly as ever, and gladly provided a reference for me. I promised to see her if I ever found myself up in NorCal with some free time, and when I got off the phone, I realized I had a chubby in my pants.

Don't Talk With Your Mouth Full!

2007-11-25T13:27:00.000-08:00

A few years ago I discovered some sites featuring "throat banging" or "rough blowjobs". WOW!!! Now, I don't believe in violence toward women at ALL, and it should be noted that the activity depicted is consensual. That being said, these sites are HUGE turnons for me. I mean, check it out:

Is that HOT or what? I've actually only had the pleasure of fucking the mouth of one gal in my horny travels (the firecracker-hot RACHEL TOYBOXXX of San Francisco, to be covered in an upcoming post), but still have never gone to completion, i.e. plastering a woman's face or force-filling her throat with my cum. It's because I get so hot I have to move on to her pussy.

If you want more, go to www.fuckherthroat.com or www.brutalblowjobs.com. Or just Google the subject. Yeah, baby!

Toni and Suzanne

2007-11-19T16:00:00.000-08:00

After seeing Susan an average of once a month for the better part of a year, I decided I'd like to try a different flavor. Don't get me wrong, getting to fuck a tall, blonde with big tits was great, but as they say, variety is the spice of life. By now I also felt a lot more confident, both sexually and as a "patron". So I went back to THE SPECTATOR in search of a new conquest. I also started perusing the San Francisco Bay GUARDIAN's classified section for women who would fit the bill.

I found what I was looking for in two different women, each of whom I visited at different times. The first was Toni, who was probably in her mid-40s, with short dark hair and vaguely Italian features. She was petite, shorter than me, a little chubby, with MASSIVE natural tits, and a warm sensuality about her. I saw Toni a couple of times at her apartment, where for $100, we indulged in comfortable sex that was more like "making love" than straight-up, porn-style banging. I suppose this was due to the fact that Toni would plant warm kisses on my neck, chest, and face while we enjoyed each other. No kissing on the mouth, but as I said, I was still under the impression that this was verboten, so I wasn't too disappointed. It was with Toni that I discovered my fondness for sex with women considerably older than myself; I've found that they bring an unhurried type of passion to the experience that is a huge turn-on.

Toni was also the first escort I visited who invited me to lick her pussy...unprotected. Susan had let me eat her, but only through (of all things) Saran Wrap, employed as a dental dam. I'm afraid to say I declined, because I was afraid of catching something. Sure, her pussy looked fine, nice and hairy, and it smelled clean, but I just couldn't go through with it.

Next I paid a visit to Suzanne, a chubby brunette in her mid 20s, who had an average body and advertised as a "sensual masseuse." She conducted business in an empty apartment in a scary-looking building in the Tenderloin; there was an old mattress on the floor and not much else. Suzanne also had some blotchy red welts on her legs, back, and big ass that made me a little nervous, but I was horny and she didn't seem threatening. I let her massage me and then got on top of her, sucking her big floppy tits, licking my way down her body, and so on.

WHOA! I hit the brakes when I came within sniffing distance of her pussy. Yup, it STUNK. I nearly gagged. I'd never smelled anything so bad before. There was no way I was going to lick that cooze, much less put my cock in it. Oh well...I figured I could at least get a blowjob out of this encounter, so I asked Suzanne to go down on me. She consented and performed passable bareback fellatio on my rod, finally switching to a handjob when I announced that I was cumming. My load shot high into the air and all over her hand.

"Wow," she said, "you really spurted."

I thanked Suzanne, paid up, got dressed and told her I'd call her again. She actually handed me a pink business card that said "Tina Suzanne Miller" and gave her phone number. I kept it for a while afterward, then threw it away because, let's be honest...that smell had knocked me for a loop.

Rise of the Machines

2007-11-16T14:03:00.000-08:00

Here's a pic from one of my favorite sites, www.fuckingmachines.com. It's chock full of hot girls being fucked by these outrageous mechanical contraptions that some genius (and I mean that as a compliment) invented. The thought of a smokin' chick giving herself to a pitiless robot whose sole purpose is to fill her with synthetic dick is a massive turnon for me. Visit the site and wank away.

Suddenly, Susan (Part 2)

2007-11-14T17:14:00.000-08:00

So, back to the tale of my first pay-for-play session...

I forgot to mention earlier that I actually made my initial call to Susan from my workplace, and that our appointment was during my lunch hour.

Lunch hour arrived and I swung by an ATM, then made my way to Susan's "office" (she'd answered the phone saying "Tenth Street Counseling"), situated in what appeared to be an old-ass Victorian house located in the SOMA district of San Francisco. Not a posh neighborhood by any means, but not a combat zone either. I quickly scanned the immediate area in front of the house for undercover vice cops on stakeout (like I'd recognize them) and went up to the door. During this entire time I was hot and flushed like a guilty schoolboy. Two trains of thought careened through my head; one was an absolute conviction that everyone on the street knew I WAS GOING TO SEE A PROSTITUTE. The second was something like "OhmyGod I'm gonna get laid get laid get laid..."

I pressed the buzzer and after a moment the door opened slightly; a tall blonde woman in her (I'm guessing) early 30s with a half-asleep expression peeked around it. "Hell-o," she said in a singsong lilt. Only her face was visible; I'm guessing this was a protective measure on her part; she'd be able to slam the door on me if I did anything crazy.

"Hi, how you doin'?" I said. Looking back, I know I didn't exactly come across as friendly, but that's because I was scared. Was someone else waiting just inside the door with a knife/gun/lead pipe? Were vice cops moving in to bust me the second money was mentioned? And most importantly, was "Susan" a guy? (Yes, I'd seen RISKY BUSINESS)

Susan opened the door wider and let me in. We were at the bottom of a staircase. "It's nice to meet you," she said, and closed the door behind me. "Come on up." She headed up the stairs and I could see that she was about 5' 9" with generous healthy curves in the right places. Not a supermodel, but not bad either. She looked like an office worker in a long-sleeved blouse and sensible skirt and shoes. As I followed her up I got a perfect view of her ass, which swayed with each step and was nice and round. I thought about reaching out and grabbing it, but refrained. That might not be cool, I thought. From my viewing of WORKING GIRLS, I knew that these ladies didn't appreciate being treated like meat.

We ended up in a thinly carpeted room that was empty except for a futon on the floor, an electric clock, small easy chair, and a music box that had one of those jointed cutout clowns in a window that danced when a drawer was opened (I'm not sure what that was for). The shades were drawn and the room was dimly lit thanks to a small lamp next to the futon.

I sat down on the futon. Susan slipped her shoes off and sat on the floor next to me. I got a better view of her body and could definitely tell she wasn't a guy. And her ad hadn't been lying about her being busty. Through her blouse, I could tell her tits were generous...not massive, but still an ample size.

We made small talk. About what, I don't recall. Susan then told me, in a polite but all-business tone, that I could either pay her now or afterward. Wanting to demonstrate my good faith, I handed her my five 20s. She put the cash away while I confessed my fears about being busted or attacked. She smiled and put a reassuring hand on my thigh. "There's nothing here that's going to hurt you," she purred, "shall we get comfortable?"

I knew that was the cue to undress, and did so without hesitation. Even though I was getting more excited with every passing second, I was still nervous. This was, after all, my FIRST TIME. Susan took off her clothes and at last I got to see those tits of hers. They were full, pendulant, and topped with large, yummy-looking nipples and aureolae. She sat down next to me on the futon.

But there was still more business to take care of. "Do you mind if I check you out?" she asked. I consented, a little confused, but then she took my cock in one hand and the small floor lamp in the other. Training the light on my schlong, Susan examined my little soldier with a clinical eye. She even squeezed the head gently so my peehole opened slightly. She was examining me for signs of STDs. What a smart, careful girl.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

She released me and put the lamp aside. "Yeah, you look great," she said. Susan sighed a porno star's faux sigh of pleasure, took one of my hands and put it on one of her tits.

Game ON!

I practically lunged forward and started kissing and fondling her tits, savoring the feel of them, like firm balloons, in my mouth. After 25 years of drought, I was getting TITS AT LAST! I kissed her neck, working my way upward.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" I asked.

"Maybe when I get to know you better," she replied matter-of-factly. I was disappointed but knew that kissing was considered off-limits in this arena, so I resumed feasting on her boobs and sliding my hot little hands all over her body.

After a few minutes, Susan asked, "Do you want me to give you a treat?"

I KNEW what she meant. I was going to get a BLOWJOB! "Yes," I panted.

Susan then picked up a condom from next to the clock and opened it. With practiced movements I would go on to see demonstrated by many more escorts to come, she slipped the condom over my cock with her fingers and mouth. She then started bobbing her head up and down as I grew bigger. Her mouth felt warm.

I couldn't believe it. A woman was sucking MY COCK. Wow.

Several more minutes went by, and then Susan lifted her head and asked, "Do you want to try something else?"

I answered in the affirmative. She lay back and parted her thighs, using two fingers to spread her pussy lips open. I awkwardly got on top of her and she helped me insert my semi-hard penis into her.

Because I wasn't fully erect, I didn't get the full effect, so to speak, but it was enough. I slid onto her and slid my hands under her arms, grasping her shoulders as I humped her, panting hungrily.

"I want you to come," she gasped, "I want you to come now."

I'd like to say that I lasted a long time, but I didn't. I came in about a minute. But I didn't care. I was now officially NO LONGER A VIRGIN!!!!!

We uncoupled, I pulled off the condom, and Susan lit a cigarette. "Is this the first time you've had intercourse?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, still glowing in the triumph of having gotten laid at last.

We chatted a little more until I noticed my hour was just about up. We both got dressed and she gave me a hug. "Come see me again," she invited. I said I would, then practically floated down the stairs, out the door, and back to work. I was sure everyone could tell by my face that I'd finally FUCKED A GIRL. I remembered the movie DEAD POETS SOCIETY where Robin Williams tells his students about something called "Yawp!", which represented a feeling of overwhelming exhilaration.

Well, that's how I felt. YAWP!!!!

I would go on to see Susan several more times over the next couple of years. She would introduce me to the joys of eating pussy and tit-fucking. Although we never did make out and I never got to do things with her (or to her) that I'd do with other escorts, she was an excellent first step on my sexual journey. Last I heard, she'd left the business and had finally realized her goal of becoming a therapist. I'll always remember her with fondness...and a big hard-on.

My Favorite Pornstars: Karma Rosenberg

2007-11-13T21:36:00.000-08:00

Here's a bunch of pics of one of my favorite pornstars, Karma Rosenberg. I've never actually seen any of her flix but when I ran across these online my cock shot up so hard and fast I had to jack off IMMEDIATELY.

Check out those fantastic Dick Sucking Lips on this babe. MmmmmmmMMMMMMMM! And the shot with the cum dripping off them? Oh, YEAH!!! I LOVE seeing a woman's lips wrapped around a stiff dick, especially mine! I imagined myself shoving my own cock hard and fast in an out of Karma's slippery mouth! OoooooooEEEEE!

Hope you enjoy 'em as much as I did!

In the Beginning...(or Suddenly, Susan); Part One

2007-11-12T14:16:00.000-08:00

It's said that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. In my case, it was a single schtup.

The year was 1989. I was 25 years old and had just moved to San Francisco after attending college in New York City. I had my own studio apartment in the Laurel Heights section of the city, a peon job as an administrative assistant at a major advertising agency, no debt, and relatively few personal expenses.

I was also still a Virgin.

Somehow, I'd gotten through high school and college without getting laid. In fact, I'd gotten through high school and college without even getting a hand on a girl's bare tits. The closest I'd come was in high school when I put a hand on the right breast (over her shirt) of Theresa, a girl I'd been dating, while we were making out in the parking lot of a local pizza joint in my hometown of Newark, Delaware. Theresa pushed my hand away and flatly stated, "I know that turns some girls on, but it turns me off."

Shit.

I don't think I'm an unattractive guy, but I think throughout my life I've always given off a vibe that has prevented most women from viewing me as a sexual option. Or maybe I'm just fooling myself and really am a douchebag. Whatever.

Anyway, in 1989 I started to worry that, left to my own devices, I'd never get laid. So I started to think about going to see...A HOOKER.

I didn't know anything about securing the services of a prostitute/escort. I know I didn't want to pick up a girl on the street because I was afraid of getting robbed or knifed by a pimp. I was also afraid that streetwalkers (as I'd heard them named) were prone to disease, or even worse, undercover female cops on vice detail. That's all I needed...to get arrested.

However, I had become familiar with the "Massage and Escort" ads in the back of a newsprint adult rag called THE SPECTATOR, which I periodically furtively bought from news boxes as jack-off material. I somehow intuited that the women who placed these ads were safer bets than the gals on the corner, and that you called them, scheduled appointments, and treated the whole thing much like a doctor's appointment. Much of this knowledge was from watching an indie film called WORKING GIRLS by director Lizzie Borden.

So, after much hemming and hawing, I finally decided to call the number in an ad reading "Tall Busty Blonde - Incall and Outcall Services". I liked blondes and big tits (still do), and it didn't matter if she was tall (I'm only 5'4").

The voice on the other end was most definitely female and said her name was Susan. Susan sounded businesslike and I said, despite the roaring in my ears and the hot flush that was rapidly rising up from my chest and spreading over my entire face, that I wanted to make an appointment. Susan told me her rate was $100 for a one-hour session and that she had openings that day. Was I still interested?

With my heart pounding, I said yes. She gave me her address and we agreed on a time. I hung up and found myself frozen with both terror and breathless anticipation. I was going to get laid AT LAST.

WelCUM One and All!

2007-11-12T08:36:00.000-08:00

What's up, WWW?

I'd like to officially welCUM you to my blog, which is dedicated to none other than my out-of-control male libido. As my comment at the left says, I'll be using this valuable Internet space to reminisce and report on my dalliances with those sexy, sexy working girls (or providers as they're now called). I'll also give my two cents on various porn sites, clips, DVDs, pics or whatever as I see fit. AND, as a bonus, I'll occasionally discuss female co-workers, chicks at my gym, or at the neighborhood Ralphs that I'd love to fuck.

So sit back, relax and enjoy (that's what she said). And please feel free to comment, esp. if you can recommend any new trim to try out.