New Grey Beginnings

A cold steel grey greets this morning on the bay.

As the sun tries to burn away last nights remnants and decay.

A new day dawns, forgetful of the last,


no reason to dwell on the sadness in the past.


                          W

Boats, Bikini's, and Flirts...a week in review

I was reflecting back on the last week and it struck me that it was quite out of the norm for me.


Last Friday I was working and the Xenon light kit I've had on order for four months finally came in. The guy I ordered them from asked me to throw him the key and he installed them that day for me. (The picture is with the new one on the right showing the difference between the new and old.) With both of them installed, I have to say, I love how much light they throw at night, and I still have two high beams when I need them. Well worth the investment. I thought this was probably as good as it gets for me.

Saturday, I had a fishing trip planned with a few friends. I can tell you there was very little fishing, about 15 minutes worth, if even that. What sucked about it was no one was ready. I left the house at 8:30 to meet two friends a half hour away, got there, one was late. From there we had to go to the guy with the boat, another half hour away. He doesn't have the boat, its in another town, we have to go get that. So we get the boat and then its about 45 minutes to the bay. Once there, there's a line of boats waiting to put in. Ends up, we don't hit the ocean till about 12:30. 

So we're out on the open water around 1:30, bait a few hooks, and start trolling. That lasted all of five minutes before the guy who owns the boat says, hey there's this thing going on over in Portuguese cove called aquapalouza, you guys want to check it out? Sure, fine by us. We motor over there and end up tying up to another boat with his friends. There has to be at least 150 boats out there, grouped together in all different numbers, and at least five state police and two coast guard boats keeping watch. So we broke out the drinks and just took it easy. I jumped off the bow once for a swim, damn was it cold. 


One guy tied up with us has a jet ski and was letting people try it out, not wise I think with a 215 horse motor in the thing. Another guy ends up coming back with two girls on the thing and says to the owner of it, hey T, these girls need a ride back to their boat, and then jumps off. T takes them out for a blast and comes back a while later saying how the girls boyfriends asked him if he fucked them, because that was ok with them. He told them no, I'm all set with that and came back to our boats. I never know what to believe when you hear stuff like this, true or BS?


About an hour later, T ends up coming back with a guy and girl, the guy is a friend of his, and the girl his girlfriend. They hop on board our boat and start chatting away. So five of us are just hanging, drinking, listing to the music as this girl starts just waging her ass at us in her little bikini. Now believe me, I'm not complaining, but I did find it odd that she's doing this while her boyfriend is right there. My friend and I were in total agreement that she was flaunting herself on purpose. At one point, she leans over in front of us to look in the lower cabin, then pushes her ass up in the air. Yes, I was looking, as were the other guys on the boat. The rest of the afternoon seemed tame from then on.


We headed back in around six, and had to put up with the same routine again, waiting to get the boat out, then all the stops on my return trip home. My wife was pissed, not so much that I was out the whole day, but the fact that I didn't check my phone till about five. It was under in the little cabin, where we put everything to keep dry. So when I got home at 9:30, she was already behind a closed door in the spare bedroom. I showered and crashed myself. Lets just say that there was some arguing Sunday, enough that my little one asked why mommy was yelling at daddy. I had all I could do not to laugh. 

What else, lets see. Ah yes, my wife started this "couch to 5k" and she wants me to do it with her. I've done it twice this week, but I'm a bicyclist at heart, not a runner. I'm still faster and in better shape it seems, I can thank my cyclist lungs for that.


I had a good photographer friend of mine in slight crisis earlier in the week, thankfully things have worked out there as well.


Then there was yesterday. I had the day off and was getting a bunch of odds and ends done when I decided to get my hair cut. I figured I'd try this place close to my house since it was open and the sign said they took walk-ins. This woman takes me right in as there's not another soul to be seen. I sit down and she sees my tat, she loves it she says. She tells me she has a few herself, but keeps them hidden. This woman can talk, and she talks like a man. At one point she was telling me about an older friend of hers who she told not to get involved with "crazy bitches", their not worth it. I heard all about her interest, her daughter, what she likes to do in her free time, and she got much the same from me. She seemed really cool, I'd tell you all more, but I don't want to bore you with all the banter. At this point I'm not sure if she is flirting or really wants the repeat business. Whatever, it was nice to hear a woman who sounded like many bloggers out here, she didn't censor herself at all. When she was done, she hoped I was happy with the cut and proceed to give me a card with her name and hand wrote all the hours she is there on the back for me. So how about some opinions on this? Was she flirting or just looking for the repeat business and a good tip?


Forgive my long windedness rambling, sometimes I just can't stop my fingers. See what happens when I don't post for a while.

Yea, I don't think its reading right, no way was it that fucking hot...

The Pains of Sleep

A new favorite of mine.


"Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees;
But silently, by slow degrees,
My spirit I to Love compose,
In humble trust mine eyelids close,
With reverential resignation,
No wish conceived, no thought expressed,
Only a sense of supplication;
A sense o'er all my soul impressed
That I am weak, yet not unblessed,
Since in me, round me, every where
Eternal strength and wisdom are.

But yester-night I prayed aloud
In anguish and in agony,
Up-starting from the fiendish crowd
Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me:
A lurid light, a trampling throng,
Sense of intolerable wrong,
And whom I scorned, those only strong!
Thirst of revenge, the powerless will
Still baffled, and yet burning still!
Desire with loathing strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
Fantastic passions! maddening brawl!
And shame and terror over all!
Deeds to be hid which were not hid,
Which all confused I could not know
Whether I suffered, or I did:
For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe,
My own or others still the same
Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.

So two nights passed: the night's dismay
Saddened and stunned the coming day.
Sleep, the wide blessing, seemed to me
Distemper's worst calamity.
The third night, when my own loud scream
Had waked me from the fiendish dream,
O'ercome with sufferings strange and wild,
I wept as I had been a child;
And having thus by tears subdued
My anguish to a milder mood,
Such punishments, I said, were due
To natures deepliest stained with sin, - 
For aye entempesting anew
The unfathomable hell within
The horror of their deeds to view,
To know and loathe, yet wish and do!
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore, wherefore fall on me?
To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed."


                   Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Consumed in silence

The night was perfect, not to warm after a hot day. The air coming off the front of the motorcycle was just enough to cool, without making one cold. The headlights make their marks on the road ahead, a preview to what lay ahead, but not what he was looking forward to. What he wanted had her arms wrapped around him, holding on tight against the wind. He could feel her hands on his body as they rode along that dark ribbon in the night. Thankfully, his destination was not to much further away. Not knowing if it was her mind, or the vibrations from the bike getting to her, her hands kept traveling between his legs, grabbing through his jeans, "not much further and your mine" he muttered into his helmet.

Her teasing continued for what seemed like an agonizing eternity before he got to the secluded spot he was looking for. He shut the engine down and they removed their helmets, the absolute quiet took them both by surprise. He told her to stay in her seat as he got off and turned around to face her. He pulled her by the back of her neck, his lips meeting hers, his tongue searching, probing, as his fingers laced in her hair. They both pull at each others clothing, zippers drawn down and jackets pealed off. Her shirt is over her head in an instant as he kisses his way down her neck, down the middle of her chest. Her bra is discarded as quickly as the rest, his mouth finding a nipple and sucking, hard. His hand on the other, pinching and tugging at the nipple. She throws her head back, loving the pressure, above her, nothing but the bright moon and stars.

He tells her to get off the bike and helps her down, he needs more flesh to feast on. She's on her feet with her back to him, his mouth on her neck as he unbuttons her jeans and slides them down her legs. He tells her to bend over the bike, his hands instantly on her ass, a hand running up between her thighs to find just how wet she is, she doesn't disappoint. He slides his hand back and fourth over he swollen lips, her clit as hard as he is. He pushes his thumb into her, his palm and fingers continuing to rub her clit as he moves in and out. Her moans are the only thing breaking the silence of their surroundings. He gets down on his knees, his hand pulling at her ass cheek as he lightly licks at her ass. Her body bucks forward on the bike quickly, not expecting the added touch. It doesn't take long before she's pushing her ass back at him, driving his fingers and tongue deeper with every push. Her legs quiver with the approaching wave, he feels it building in her pussy, "yes baby, cum for me" he says. She cry's out with pleasure, forcing herself back at him as she cums. He wants her so badly, wants to just fuck her ass right now, but no, not yet.

He needs to feel that mouth on his cock. Needs to know if it feels as good as it looks, as good as he imagined. He moves around to the other side of the bike, she is still bent over it, her head low enough to take him. He unbuttons his jeans with one hand while the other takes her hair to one side of her head. She know's what he wants and she's wanted that cock in her mouth just as much. He takes his pants off, and moves right in front of her as she pops the tip into her waiting mouth, licking and sucking on just the head. His hand winds in her hair as he moves deeper into her, and she takes him effortlessly. She wants it all and knows he's not there yet, she reaches with her hands and grabs his ass, pulling him down her throat. She hears him gasp as he feels himself consumed. He pulls with more force now on her hair, fucking her mouth rapaciously. "Fuck, you feel so good baby" he whispers to the night air. "No, not like this" as he pulls himself free of her mouth. "I want your ass". She only answers with a smile and "mmmm" as he moves around behind her.

Her ass is still quite wet from the tongue lashing he gave it, but just for safe measure he slides into her soaked cunt first, covering himself with her juices. Reluctantly pulling out of her, he places himself at her ass and starts gently pushing, slowly, deliberately he sinks into her. He feels her holding her breath at first as he slides in, but she is quickly accommodating. He can't believe how good she feels and how much he's wanted this. He wants her to cum like this, buried in her ass, but she says "just fuck me".  In no time they have a good tempo going, his thrusting meet with her own. He grabs her hips with both hands, pounding into her, driving into her as deeply as he can. Her moaning raising his own desires, and he pushes one last time as he cums in her, holding himself sheathed in her, savoring the last remnants. 

He helps her stand up, her legs still shaking, and turns her to him, enveloping her in his arms. His lips touch hers again as tongues dance. He pulls away long enough to say "you are everything I imagined baby".



A special thanks to Kat, who culled all these sexy stories together for your reading pleasure. You can find more hot topics at her Blog, Prowling with Kat, (just hit the link). There's five more stories there you may find to your liking if your of a similar mind, and if you've read this far, I'm sure you are.

Missed opportunity

I was off yesterday, so I had the opportunity to sleep a little past 5 for a change. The wife got up first around 5:30 and headed to the shower. By the time she was done in the bathroom, I was finally starting to wake up some. I woke up with some serious morning wood going on. I figured I'd wave my flag and see what it would get me. I was laying on my side, so I stuck a leg out of the covers and pulled them off as I rolled to my back and stood straight in the air.  It took her about twenty seconds before she turned my way. She was a little shocked by the sounds of it. She said "oh my god" as came over to me and said "you better put that away", then walked away and continued getting dressed. Fuck, denied again. 

I knew there was a chance there would be no sex since she just got her period, but come on, I couldn't at least get a fucking blowjob? 

Then later that evening she brought it up again, just saying that it was a damn impressive sight to turn to and she was quite turned on by it. Really? I find that hard to believe since she just turned and walked away from me. 

Not I

She called me a prude. Of all fucking people for that to come from, I never expected it from my wife.

We were out to dinner with about 10 other friends Saturday night and the drinks were making the rounds frequently. My wife who is more of a social drinker had just enough in her to make her a bit boisterous and her volume was creeping up. Someone at the table just had to bring up the 50 Shades of Grey books, and she was on point immediately. She, who liked the books, just started reading The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. I have read it, and the other two books in the trilogy, in the past, maybe about 10 years ago, so I know the subject matter. Not to mention, as you all may know, I'm pretty well read and know a thing or two about BDSM play. What I didn't agree with was a large section of the restaurant knowing about what the book was about. She jumped right in, "50 Shades is nothing, you should read Claiming Beauty", she says. "By the third page, oh my god", she continues.  I didn't say anything to her at dinner, or ask her to quiet down, I was curious how far she was going to take it. It seemed the conversation on the subject died down within a few minutes, after some of the ladies took note of the book title from my wife of course.

Nothing more was said about it until later that night, when on the ride home, my wife brought it up. I told her that I was just curious how far she was going to take it and that I didn't think the subject was fitting for that kind of restaurant. She suddenly got very defensive towards me, and said I didn't trust her. I told her if I didn't trust her, I would have said something when she was speaking up at dinner. That was when she said I was a prude. I sat there in silence, just driving, dumbfounded. We pulled into the garage a few minutes later, still in silence as we went in the house to check on the sitter, our niece. I then had to take her home while my wife went to bed.

Me, a fucking prude, you have no idea the thoughts that swirl in my mind, the constant eddies and currents of sexual visions and energies lying just below the surface. You have barely scratched that surface of what I'm capable of. You have no idea of the erotica I've written over the last few years, of a faithful following of like minded individuals on Blog, or of the sexy Tumblr page I keep. You have never even wanted to see this side of me because it scares you. You are the prude, not I. You are the one that says "that's never going to happen" whenever I bring up something on my sexual bucket list. Whatever your anger or aggravation at me, don't confuse that declaration, when it surely belongs tattooed to you.

A prude I'm not, far, far, from it....

Since I know how low to go
I wont let it show
Won't you touch me touch me, I won't let it go
And now I stand, and I peel for more.
Won't you touch me touch me, I won't let it go

Yes I've finally found a reason
I don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse

Yes I've finally found a reason
I don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse
One to abuse

You're always talking back to me
You won't let it be, won't you touch me touch me
It never bothered you before
Now I stand and I peel for more, wont you touch me touch me, i wont let it go

Yes I've finally found a reason
I Don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse

Yes I've finally found a reason
I Don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse
One to abuse

Ooohh
Yeeahh Yeah
Ooohh
Yeeahh Yeah

Yes I've finally found a reason
I Don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse

Yes I've finally found a reason
I Don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands
You are the one to abuse

Yes I've finally found a reason
I Don't need an excuse
I've got this time on my hands

I've got this time on my hands
I've got this time on my hands
I've got this
You are the one to abuse
I've got this time on my hands
I've got this time on my hands
I've got this
You are the one to abuse
One to abuse
One to abuse

Ooohh
Yeeahh Yeah
Ooohh
Yeeahh Yeah

Sexy Shower

He stood there, the water washing down over him, eyes closed, savoring the heat. He heard the door open, then the curtain slid open enough to emit her. She smiled up at him and reached around him to get at the warmth spilling from above. She turned her back to the water and started wetting her hair, he reached up to help, working it all to the center of her back. She grabbed the shampoo, washed, then the conditioner, while he helped occasionally, running his hands through her hair. When she was done she started to wash her body, he just stood back and watched as the suds ran over her body. Down her shoulders, between her breast, along her torso, continuing down her legs, he stood transfixed. She started rinsing off and proceeded to rub her ass into his cock, she was meet with the effect she wanted. She asked "want to have sex", as if it needed an answer, but he said yes anyway.

The foot height difference between them made things more difficult, but where there's a way...

She turned away from him and stepped up onto the edge of the shower, one foot on each side. Holding on to the upper edge for support, she lowered herself down to his waiting cock. He positioned himself at her waiting entrance, slowly pushing, the water causing some resistance. His hand on her hip, he pulls her down onto him until her wetness takes over and he's buried , his abs touching her ass. He uses those hips, guiding her, helping her, up and down. Slowly at first, but the moans escaping her lips have him wanting more. He reaches around her, his hands enveloping each of her tits, grabbing, using her body for leverage. She knows what he wants and voices it, "fuck me" she says over her shoulder. With reckless abandon he drives into her, the water making splashing noises every time his abs meet her ass. She utters "fuck yea, fuck yea", over and over, driving his frenzy. It's all he needs as he pulls her body against his and unloads into her sweet pussy, holding her there, savoring the last vestiges of pleasure. It's all so visceral, the water, their bodies, his cock sunken deeply.

As always, the feeling he wants to relish fades quickly. She lifts herself up off of him and clambers down with his help. She just turns and smiles up at him and says "I'm all done", slipping out as quietly as she entered.