From my head to the web…

I love this picture. It’s good ass-up doggy-style fucking. Spreading her ass cheeks apart as my cock goes deep and seeing a nice tight asshole winking up to me is the best. A little massaging with my thumb around the taint and her hole and it’s a perfect world—for her and for me.

I miss her blog. Is she still out there somewhere? Let me know.

It’s been too long…sorry. Is there anyone still out there or have all the readers, the few I had, grown old and withered away?

Just read this article from Newsweek that really rings true with me. I thought I’d share. As I’ve mentioned here before, the downfall of my marriage started soon after the birth of our first child. I certainly don’t blame my kids at all for my divorce, but it was a monumental change in our lives that no longer just made us husband and wife—just the two of us. Of course, there were other things that contributed but this was the start. I hate admitting that and I feel extremely guilty about it.

With that said, I had the best weekend with my kids. I have grown so much closer to them over the past year and a half. They are the best! And they are great kids—very kind, social, funny and considerate. All those characteristics were magnified in various ways this past weekend.

You ever feel like you’re living your life in an effort to please others? I hate that, but I think that’s what I’m of doing.

What are my parents going to say? What’s my ex-wife going to think of this?

All questions that are in some way, shape or form holding me back…big-time.

I must change it immediately.

My current relationship is hard to define. I guess you could say I have a girlfriend. We’re not exclusive, but we’re serious in a way where I am in love with her. Screwed up, right? Anyway, my family doesn’t know about it, nor does my ex. Neither of them have many good things to say about her.

Why do I care???? Why? I shouldn’t. I’m adult and can make my own decisions in life. God knows I’ve made many that have gotten me to where I’m at today. But still, I worry too much about what other people think of me. Do they approve? Do they like what I’m doing? Who cares! Do I like what I’m doing! Do I approve!?

Sorry for the venting. Just needed to get that off my chest. How’s your day?

My kids more than anything

80 degree weather

The smell of clothes dried on a clothes line

Being completely lost in a woman’s body. Having those moments where you are so focused that nothing short of a nuclear bomb will knock you off course.

Baseball

Falling asleep on the back patio with a great book on your chest

Cold beer and cheese

Wine, a Marlboro Light and nice conversation. (I only smoke on rare occasions and sometimes it just feels/tastes so good. It has to be the right situation)

Driving a golf ball 300 yards straight down the fairway and knowing it the millisecond you start drawing the club into a backswing

The challenge of kissing and licking a woman’s entire body and resisting the urge to penetrate too soon!

kissing ankles

Licking from the belly button down to whatever comes next.

Finishing a project and starting something new

Teetering on the cusp of success and failure in business. Taking a risk that will have a huge outcome either way. When that happens you know adrenaline is truly a liquid that shares space in your veins with the red stuff.

Random play on the iPod.

A long motorcycle ride on a winding country road.

Sex in the fields during a break on the moto.

Cruise control

Outdoor concerts

Jimmy Buffett

Happy clients

A woman in a towel

Mowing the lawn and washing the car

The smell of fresh grass clippings

The sound of the water sprinkler (chu, chu, chu, chchchchchchchchch)

Rolling a putt when there is still dew on the green

Drinks with friends

Cooking dinner

Seeing my kids have fun, run around and smile

Seeing my kids smile when they see me

that my kids have the best mom in the world

that I can say that again.

writing

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a woman who knows how to give a blow job

graph paper

new places

reading

falling asleep watching football on a cold Sunday afternoon.

a lot more, but I’ll stop here. I tell you what…do this exercise and you can’t help but feel great!!!

…on the Internet. I promise. Check it out.

I was just reading this nude sunbathing and skinny-dipping post over at RedHeadedTomboy’s site and recalled a wild skinny-dipping experience of my own.

Several years ago, way before I was married, and when I was a young assistant at a marketing company, I went on a weekend retreat with the account team. It was meant to be a getaway that would help us focus on the client. In fact the client was an outdoors company, so the project manager decided to get us in the outdoors for some fresh air and inspiration from nature.

Like I said, I was young and worry free. One of the managers on the account was an energetic woman who was about five years older than me. At the time, a five year difference in age was a considerable gap—at least to me. She (I’ll call her Molly) would always flirt with me and try to get me to work on her projects. I never thought there was any attraction, I just thought she felt I was good and would be an important part of the team. I always played along though and would flirt back a bit—aware of sexual harassment, but also ignorant about some of it repercussions, I’d flirt but turn it off pretty quickly. Rumor had it that she fucked an intern at the end-of-summer intern goodbye party the previous year. My interest was mildly piqued.

Anyway, we went out to this camp site. The PM planned the entire trip. No hotels, TVs, or computers. It was all tents, campfires and BBQs. I was really looking forward to it. At the time it seemed so non-traditional. Today, you see these types of retreats all the time. Back then, no so much.

The trip started off completely business like. There were six of us. Me, Molly, three other guys and a female PM. We talked and brainstormed. We made a list of objectives that we wanted to accomplish. But then came Friday night.  While the PM kept us focus, Molly was clearly in charge of the whole week. We had BBQd brats and burgers and all had a few beers. The four of us men shared a big tent and the women each had their own smaller tents. In the middle, we had a fire pit.

The beer was going down just as fast as the sun. The burgers were great and the smell of burning wood coated our nostrils—it’s one of the best smells in the world. I had had about three beers when the discussion around the campfire turned to skinny dipping. Molly brought it up.

“Who’s going to go skinny dipping with me?”

Silence.

The guys ripped on her and said they’d come in after she did. The women rolled their eyes. I pondered the thought.

“C’mon, who’s going with me?”

“Bosp?”

I remember smiling but giving no answer.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Molly started walking away from the fire and out of the light. Soon she bent over and dropped her pants and revealed her nice ass. She had a wonderful body. She was tall with straight brown hair and smallish breasts. While her breasts weren’t all that big, she always seemed to wear a thin white blouse that would be unbuttoned probably one too many. On this particular night, she was wearing a long-sleeve gray t-shirt.

“Bosp,  c’mon. What’re you afraid of? Me seeing your little dick?”

I wasn’t going to be beaten by childish humor. After all, my little dick was no longer all that little after seeing her tight white ass bent over and slightly covered by her gray shirt.

The other three guys started giving it to me. “She wants you.” “Go get it.” Meanwhile, the girls continued to be sheepishly quiet.

“Fuck it,” I said. I got up from the campfire and started walking to the lake. Molly was still in her t-shirt and waste deep in the water. Not sure why she left the shirt on, but it’s something I remember clearly.

I approached the cold water and disrobed. My cock was semi-hard. The thought of being naked with Molly in the water teamed with the frigid water counterbalanced any stiff erection I was about to achieve.

I completely entered the water and Molly immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her. Her nipples were poking through her t-shirt. All this and I think I completely lost my hard on.

“C’mon, let’s go out a little farther,” she said and she pulled me deeper into the lake.

“Where you taking me?

“Out of sight.”

On the shore we could still see the bonfire, but the voices became distant. Sooner you could only hear the water and the murmur of human speech.

Molly started kissing me and I kissed back. She grabbed my cock and I gripped her ass. From the shoulders down I stayed in the water and kissed above sea level. As I got used to the temperature of the lake, my hard on returned. Her hand on it helped.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Yes, it moved that quickly.

I ignored the question and kept kissing her and started to finger her. Her pussy was wet, obviously, but it was that mixture of her wetness with the water that made her lips sort of streaky if you know what i mean. She guided my cock into her. The head went in and it became harder and harder to penetrate. I took my time.

After a few minutes of slowly trying to completely enter her, she said “this isn’t working.”

Deflated, I thought that was it.

“We have to get out of this water. Let’s go over there”

She pointed over to a boat dock that was dimly lit with what looked like a weather 60 watt lightbulb.

“Ok”

We swam the 50 or so yards and climbed out of the water.

“Can they see us?” as I looked back at the shore. The pier extended from the beach and the campfire wasn’t too far.

“They don’t even know we got out of the water.”

Good enough for me as I shivered in the cold air. I remember telling her that I could probably cum just from shivering next to her.

She laughed and then started sucking my cock. It felt great, but I needed to move. I gently took her shoulders after a few minutes of some good cock sucking and laid her down on the dock. I got in between her legs and started licking her pussy. A thick bush of hair welcomed my tongue and her taste was fresh. As I continued to lick, she became extremely wet. I inched up towards her face and entered her pussy—quickly this time. I began to move slowly in an effort to keep from cumming too quickly. I no longer felt the chill. I was completely out of me as I continued into her.

“Where do you want me to come?” I asked as I inhaled in an effort to keep the cum in my balls.

“In me.” she responded.

“You sure?” Her answer drove me crazy and I was about to explode.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s ok”

Just ok, came out of her mouth, I shot my load deep into her and continued to try to maintain my rhythm in order to see her to a climax. As I continued to fuck her, I could see a light dancer off the water behind us. Voice started giggling and becoming recognizable as well. I turned around and saw two flashlights bouncing our way. It was the rest of the group.

Still deep inside her, my immediate thought was to hide. The only secret place was under water. They were getting closer and I had stopped fucking. I rested on top of her and in her, not moving. Suddenly, I exited and stood up and walked over to a bench nearby.

“Where you going?”

“There coming!” I laughed nervously.

“I know. It’s too late now.”

My hard-on relaxed as I sat on the bench with my arms crossed over my mid-section doing whatever I could do to cover up. Molly, on the other hand, was doing nothing. In fact she sat naked on her ass on the dock. Her elbows holding her half up and her legs spread and knees bent. The pussy I just drove my cock through was about to be under the lights in all its glory.

The others rambled up and Molly didn’t move. The light shined on her and I could hear the guys laughing. I look again at her and I could see my cum dripping out of her pussy.

In awe, the guys were amazed that it was us.

“So who’s going fuck this wet pussy next?” she asked.

Now were were all in awe. I looked at her stunned.

Funny how the other guys didn’t respond quick enough earlier when she asked to go skinny dipping. Now, the creative director, probably in his mid 30s at the time, said “I’m up for it.” He quickly took off his clothes and exposed his hard on. Larger than me, I sighed.

The other two guys started walking away feeling like the odd men out when out from under the second guy fucking her, Molly said, “where you guys going?” Your next.

And so it went. Guy #2 fucked her. Guy #3 and #4 followed. A half hour had passed and Molly had taken in four loads of cum. She must have been wrecked down there. I was amazed. I didn’t watch but out of the corner of my eye. From the sounds of it, it appears as though she came at least three times. When the fourth guy finished, Molly laid there flat on her back for a few moments.

“Bosp, ready for seconds?”

“Oh no,” I laughed mortified. I really wasn’t into the whole sloppy seconds deal. If I wouldn’t have been the first, I likely wouldn’t have done it.

“C’mon, I need more. Give it to me in the ass if you won’t fuck my pussy anymore.”

I laughed. I got hard. I walked over to her.

Still on her back she had three fingers inside her pussy. She pulled them out and swung over on her knees and put her ass up in the air. With two of her three wet fingers she slowly entered them into her asshole and went in and out.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

The realization that she was lubricating her ass with 1/4 my cum and 3/4s the rest didn’t quite hit me until I was already an inch into her anus. The tightness gripped at my cock and suctioned me in a bit more. I grabbed her ass—wet from sweat, lake water and cum and spread her cheeks. It took about five minutes of ass fucking and I came. I slowly pulled out and sat on the deck no longer concerned at all who was watching.  The other three guys put their clothes back on and started walking towards the campsite. Molly jumped into the water to wash off. I waited for her and we walked back to the beach where our clothes were.

‘Wow, I never did anything like that before,” she said.

(There’s more to this weekend. I’ll continue at another time.)

Anyone follow this organization method? I’ve tried. It’s an acronym for Getting Things Done. There are a lot of people who swear by this. For those of you who don’t know me—which is probably most of you—as far as know me outside of these pages, I’m a pretty scattered individual. Millions of ideas and thoughts race through my head at any given time. Sometimes it’s very hard for me to focus on a project. It’s even harder for me to stay organized because I tend to move from one thing to the next rather quickly.

I decided to come into the office tonight to prep for the week and I’m a bit overwhelmed. Piles here. Stacks there. Things I forgot popping up as reminders in my inbox. Sunday night and I’m overwhelmed.

I’m a firm believer in being organized. However, I need to get from where I’m at today to a point where everything is better structured. I’m having a hard time dealing with that GTD purgatory.

Here are some things I’ve tried and some things that have prevented me from creating a better habit:

1. organize the next day the night before. (some nights I’m exhausted and this doesn’t get done)
2. get to the gym at least three days a week. This is proven to clear my mind and help me focus. (get busy as hell and this doesn’t get done)
3. eat better and eat in the office. Going out to lunch is not only time-consuming it gets expensive and the thing is it’s not even an “experience” worth paying for. (problem is, sometimes it’s quicker to grab something on the way in from a meeting.
4. pay people to do the things I despise. (delegation has been very difficult for me. Money is the second restraint)
5. Check email and Google Reader only twice a day. (Great. But when you subscribe to some outstanding blogs, you just can’t wait to see them. They’re addicting. RedHeadedTomboy is a great example of this. By the way RHT, thanks for the shout-out earlier. You’re blog is at the top of my list for many, many reasons. I love her voice.
6. Call people back quickly, but only during two time periods of the day—same time as checking email and blogs. (Another great idea, but tough to do when you’re wondering what the person wants, needs or has to say.)

So, I’m sitting here in my office on a Sunday night. The city is abuzz below and I’m spending time on this blog post. A spit in the wind to all the stuff I just wrote, you say? No, I call it therapy. Thanks for listening.

Nice headline, right? Well, I couldn’t think of anything better, but I knew I had a lot to say about this topic. At first I didn’t feel all that great about what was going on inside my head. Then, after analyzing it a bit, I realized what the hell, this is the way that it is.

I enjoy beautiful women. Of course, I enjoy having sex and making love to a gorgeous woman, but I’m going to talk about something else today. I get energy from working with women who I find deeply beautiful—both on the inside and out. Like I said, at first I thought this was a sexist thought that ran through my head, but I really don’t think it is. Why? Because I’m not necessarily talking about society’s description of beauty, I’m talking about my version of it.

Let me give you an example. I recently was involved in a week-long seminar. I didn’t know anyone there and this woman walked up and introduced herself. Somewhere deep in my mind I found her attractive, but I didn’t feel any instant pull in my groin or anything like that. It was subtle. But then, we got to talking and we couldn’t stop. I really believe we both found each other extremely interesting. As the discussion continued and the fact that she had a husband came rolling out of her mouth, I never felt one bit of “aw shucks” or any other disappointment. Our connection continued without any uncomfortable or boring moments for the rest of the week.

The more I got to know her, the more beautiful she was. Her hair, her voice, her thinking, her wardrobe, her body, her wit, her intelligence, her smile, her energy level, her interests, her smell, her features, her story. It was all beautiful, but I swear I had only the slightest lustful thought in my mind. It went something like this: If I see all this in this woman so quickly, she must be outstanding to hold, to love and to make love to. It ended there in my mind as we probably continued laughing and talking about something else. I really think she is going to end up being a friend for life. Maybe someday we’ll work together or collaborate on something, but unless there are sweeping changes in both of our personal lives I don’t see us crossing paths in a bed. And that’s just fine with me.

I once heard Donny Deutsch, the host of The Big Idea on CNBC and owner of a huge ad agency, talk about how he loves having beautiful woman working in his office. I feel the exact same way! Like I said, it’s not all about physical attractions, it’s the complete package and I get so much energy from that type of woman.

So what do you think? To me, it’s just about personality. A woman with a great personality is beautiful to me. A super-model-type woman is usually not my style. And Sure, I go to porn sites to jack off at all the fake looking woman, but what makes me complete and fulfilled is the companionship and collaboration with women who have innumerable layers to them. There is an inexplainable energy that co-exists there.

So you’re asking…why does it have to be women and not men? Because, professionally, I think I have too much in common with men and quite honestly I don’t think men work hard enough—I mean truly put in the time that’s needed on things. Plus, men tend to have more of a competitive nature against other men that is just completely stifling. I also don’t think us men are as smart or multi-dimensional.

Maybe it’s just me, but I get most creative and productive when I’m around woman who I’m attracted to. Seeing their beauty and experiencing their personality and talents awaken all of my senses. As corny as that sounds, it’s as true as it gets.

From the movie I think I love my wife.

“You can lose a lot of money chasing women, but you’ll never lose women chasing money.”