Cone of Silence

Or:  “What happens in Vegas better goddamn well stay in Vegas!!!”
 
(After reading this a few times, I have come to realize that I am giving away a lot of Boy Club secrets with this one. It’s all pretty much from the male perspective, so I hope no one squeals on me!)

With an impending get away to Sin City in approx 1 day, I thought I
would relate some of my thoughts and perhaps experiences in one of my most favorite towns on the face of the earth.
  

Now in my opinion, there are 2 types of Vegas trips:
 
1) There is the ‘Couples and/or Friends’  Trip:
 
Where someone goes with a significant other and/or friends. Friends who may dime them out at the drop of a hat. In this scenario, everything I say below is null and void. You have to be good. So just enjoy yourself while you take in the craziness around you. All the while of course, you are secretly planning your next get away without any S/O or with your best buddy/girlfriend who won’t be there to derail your swerve.
 
2) The ‘Cone of Silence’  Trip:

 This is the one that applies to this little rambling of mine. The so-called: “Get Away or Boys/Girls Weekend out or Bachelor/Bachelorette Party or Bday in Vegas” or whatever it is you need to call it. No need to explain to me, I know how it goes. So here it is:
 

A few of my steadfast and time-tested Do’s and Don’ts required for any successful Vegas Trip:

1) Lie. About everything. Period. Corroborate with your friend(s), don’t hesitate and just f’n lie.

2) Absolutely under NO FUCKING circumstances, will ANYONE in your party take pictures. Pictures can only lead to bad, bad things. Theyare proof, they are evidence.
 
Just say no. 
 
This goes quadruple for video.

 Yeah I know phone cams are cool and all and some of us can even take  short videos with them, but for fucks sake,  just don’t do it. I know.

See, there may or may not have been a video shot during a past trip of mine, starring me, that I had to pay my buddy dearly to delete.
 
Son of a bitch stuck his phone around the door, I had no idea. Fortunately all you could see of me was from about half way down my back, my white ass pumping and a girls legs up in the air around me, bouncing to my fairly vigorous and hard thrusting.
 
On the drive home he goes, “Hey, you wanna see something?” and hands me his phone.
 
After getting over the shock of seeing it, I have to say I was doing a pretty damn good
job there!

Anyway, that one cost me, the Fucker. Come to think of it I still owe  him some payback for that…. hmmmmmm….

Happy Ending

(It’s been a little while since I have written… I feel rusty. Hopefully worked the kinks out with this one ~ SP) 

She was driving back to the office from lunch when her Bluetooth Buzzed in her ear…

 She looks at the number. 

Pauses for a split second. 

A tingle and slight shock runs through her as she recognizes the caller. 

The Bluetooth Buzzes in her ear again… 

It somehow sounds angry… just like the owner of the number now calling. Angry in how he fucked her. 

But it’s been a while. Actually a long while. Long enough she had finally put him out of her mind and written him off. 

Bluetooth Buzzes again. ..

Louder it seems.  Demanding. 

God how he fucked her. Over and over, pounding, relentless. Giving her exactly what she needed when she saw him. 

But… It’s been a while. He had filled a need for a period of time. More than a few times actually. Filled it, filled her. 

Bluetooth Buzzes… twice more and it will go to VM and she knows he will won’t try again. 

That’s how it was with him. 

She called him, he didn’t call her.  She would call… he would answer… she would try to carry on a normal conversation… he would interrupt and simply say “Tell me what you want. Tell me and I’ll give it to you, but you have to Tell me.” 

The one time he did call first,  she didn’t answer and let it go to VM, figuring she could get back to him later. The VM he left was short… ‘Hey sexy thing..,’ His deep low key voice always put a thrill through her, ‘…call me’. 

That’s what he called her: ‘Sexy thing’.

Never her name.

He knew it, but didn’t use it. She liked it like that. The partial anonymity appealed to her. Turned her on. Gave her freedom. Freedom she desperately needed at times. 

It was those times… when work, life, her live-in boyfriend, they all closed in around her.. she needed something… different… raw… relentless… uncompromising… to give her the release she needed to go back to reality Re-charged. Flush with the feeling of using and being used purely for pleasure… no commitments or promises. Just raw, illicit, unbelievably exciting sex. 

I’m an @sshole…

No, not me.

The Dennis Leary Song.

Still one of my all time favorites.

Anyway… I could have sworn I said back in December I was going to come back in here and do some more writing.

I think everyone out there in BlogoLand knows how it goes these days. People start, stop, take hiatus from their Blogs all the time. For me, this blog is a channel to put some of my uh… fairly active libido’s energy into.

Looking back at it and the fact I have had other blogs and completely deleted them, I wonder if they are a reflection of what is currently going on in my life? Well I’m no shrink or anything but that one is probably a no-brainer.

One would think that writing about sex/sex stories would be fairly easy. I mean I am a guy.  A fairly healthy, active and horny guy.  It’s basically what we guys think about all day right? (Right)

Well writing about it is easy and at the same time, it isn’t. There are times when it just flows out. I told someone one time that when I write, the experience is really more like I’m just along for the ride and the story takes me wherever it wants to go.  Other times it feels like I can’t get one word out and a brick is hitting me in the head the whole time.

WTF is up with that? I guess it’s just that Creativity comes in spurts…

Pun intended lol…

I’m fairly sure this is the same reason why musicians usually take a while before releasing new material, same with main-stream writers of all genres. Need some time to re-charge the batteries… get the juices flowing again… get the ol’ bat fully erect…

Sometimes you just get tapped out man! Sometimes I’m just not in the mood, the right frame of mind, to write.

Not in the mood? Did I just say that? Fuck me.

Not that I’m not constantly horny mind you, because I am. But being horny and being able to write about it, are two very different things. At least for me.

Well that felt good to get off my chest anyway!

And hey, maybe now I’ll write about some sex!

A Bit Dusty In Here

Time to do some dusting off in here and get back to the action

The Usual Things

Time to take off that ‘Out of Office’ on my email, time to change the ‘I am not here… so go fuck yourself’ off my work Voicemail… ok I didn’t really say that but the ATTITUDE can be heard on my voicemail lol… time to pay bills blah blah blah…

Time for me to catch up on all the naughty HNT pics and hot posts and new naughty adventures by everyone I read… now THAT’s what I am looking forward to!

Word of The Day

Is Blah.

My trip is almost over… back to reality in a few days… but overall right now…

Blah for a lot of reasons.

Out Of Blog Assistant

Out of Blog Assistant is: [x] On

Hello, You have reached the Blog of SP. He is currently away from his Blog and will not be back for a little while. He would like everyone to know that he has left something for you to read, 1 post below, in his absence. If you have not visited his HNT, 2 Posts below, he recommends to visit and leave many hot, suggestive and naughty Comments. He does appreciate them. A lot.

If you need Immediate Assistance, he may be reached by email and could possibly be able to return them. As long as he has phone service.

He hopes everyone stays well and posts numerous HNT pic and/or naughty stories so he may be occupied upon his return. That is all.

The Blindfold Pt. 1

I’ve been working on this on and off for a quite a while. I had Two Parts written, but was able to combine them into One for this post.  So now it’s all just Part 1. I may do some more work on it while I am away. ~ SP

The Blindfold Part 1

She was warned.

“Don’t buy anymore stuff!” His voice very stern.

“Stuff? What stuff, honey?” She knew exactly what he meant.

“You know what I mean!” His face glaring at her.

“But I thought you liked me in the sexy things that I buy? Especially the tight little tops and low cut jeans. Or the skimpy dresses or my low rise g string panties…” she says coyly.

“I do, I do! But you have enough of everything for me to enjoy looking at you in a different outfit every day for 3 years!” he says exasperated, waving around the most recent credit card statements in the air to no one in particular.

“But honey” she pouted.

“I MEAN it!!! We’re going to have to take out a loan to build you a new closet to fit all that stuff you have already! I’m putting my foot down. No More!!!” Hands on his hips now, still glaring at her.

She moves over to him, looks him in the eye and then purrrs into his ear.”C’mon baby, you’re getting yourself all upset” she breathes, then nibbles his earlobe.

“You’re not getting out of this!” He retorts.

“Mmmmmm… I know what you need to relax” She nibbles again then slowly lowers herself to her knees.

“I mean it! No more!” Voice still stern, trying to be strong.

“Oh shush, you big meanie” and unzips his pants, pulling out his already hardening cock.

“Mmmmmm looks like someone wants some attention, not like it’s big, mean daddy” She slowly encircles it with her mouth and sucks it in.

Ok Ok, HNT!

The results are in for my little impromptu HNT poll,  thanks for the responses!

And the comments were pretty much, “Stop being a dumbass and post!”

BTW I had to call in the Dewey Pest Guy… seems I had some crickets running loose on my blog somehow…  *Spanks Dirty*

Anyway… I’ve picked one that is the most anonymous of the bunch.

I call it: “Leather and Thighs.”

Other people have called it: ”The Little Towel Pic.” (I don’t know why, heh)

So here you go.  Be gentle with me.

HNT Poll (and bad news)

So, ok, I used to do HNT back on my old (now deleted) blog.  It’s pretty obvious I enjoy looking at all the really great HNT pics that everyone puts up, I figure I at least owe an HNT to cover for all the enjoyment I have gotten out of looking at them.

However, my dilemma is that I want to try to remain as anonymous as possible. I have a couple that I had used before that I think I can pull it off with…

Plus… I figure I could leave a little present for everyone because… (Bad News):

I will be on uh… “hiatus” for a few weeks.

Nothing bad actually. It’s just that I will be ‘gone’ on a ‘planned’ excursion and won’t be able to pull up anything more than mundane work email, if you know what I mean…

So I’m leaving it up to all of you…

HNT Yes?

HNT No?

You decide…