CHEATING SPOUSE X

Subtle Circumstance & Mandy Part II

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 19:46:00 +0000

Lao Tzu wrote “…we pursue that which retreats from us.” Of course, we all know this in the practical sense. Yet we often forget it when it comes to attracting the opposite sex.

Some have mastered the principle …while some so over use it that it confuses the sexes as to who started the game playing first …men or women. Regardless, the power of distance and unavailability can be powerful. And though the CS isn’t much for playing games, subtlety in this little endeavor is often key.

As I spent some time talking to Judy, Mandy became noticeably perturbed. It wasn’t only that she had a hot girl wedged between her and I, but also Judy’s nonchalant approach, completely disregarding Mandy’s presence. Judy was very touchy feely as we exchanged niceties. The guys conversed with one another while I was engaged. Mandy, on the other hand, didn’t have much to do or to say.

The more I spoke with Judy, the more I was convinced that I wasn’t interested in her. But it provided for an impromptu mechanism to further attract Mandy …so after a 5 minute conversation or so, the CS decided to get a drink with Judy at the bar. Not because I really wanted to, but because it would likely stir added jealousy from Mandy. After about 10 minutes or so, I returned back to our table…and had to deal with a little shit talking from the guys, and of course from Mandy. She sat closer, started drinking more, asked me a host of questions, and eventually blurted out “…you can do better than her.” (Usually read: “start looking at me, asshole”).

The combination of alcohol, atmosphere and Judy, emboldened Mandy. She eventually sat on my lap, began to rub my back and legs and was touchy feely in her own right. It was getting late and she was too lit to drive. She asked if I could take her home. Eventually the CS discovered that what Mandy was into and liked was as varied as it comes… more on that next time.

So whether it’s intentionally creating distance by retreating or stirring jealousy, or taking advantage of it when it’s presented… recognize it, take it and use it. Because waiting for something to happen usually insures that it doesn’t…

Acquaintances

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 18:49:00 +0000

Mandy Pt I.

The cheating ways do not lend themselves to playing with acquaintances. As noted in previous posts, the “rules” dictate that one engaging in such behavior be smart, discreet and avoid attachment. Acquaintances can therefore be a crap shoot and one must be careful. Sometimes, however, the opportunity is ripe for the taking, you either pull the trigger or stay away...there is no in between. Recently, the CS was presented with such circumstances.

Mandy was married for a few years, but currently is not. The CS recently became acquainted with her through a close mutual friend, "Jordon." I did not know her husband, but Jordon knew him very well. Although I can’t say that we became close friends, I saw Mandy from time to time and we became quite friendly. She of course knew me and my status, and we got to know each other fairly well from our outings with friends.

One particular evening, Jordon invited Mandy to join a group of us at a trendy spot in the city. Bedsides some previous harmless flirting, nothing ever transpired between her and I. The lounge was packed with twenty and thirty something’s uniformly sipping on either mixed drinks or Amstel Light’s. It was another one of those nights where the crowd, the ambiance, the company, the food and drink all came together to provide an intoxicating atmosphere.

Mandy was the only girl out of the six of us there. She has a wonderful personality, dry wit and a good sense of humor, so there was no awkwardness. The night was filled with all kinds of banter between all of us, and as the alcohol kept flowing, so did the conversations.

Somewhere in the middle of this, the CS noticed a group of girls and guys directly next to us and the glances of a certain rather attractive female. Despite being rather preoccupied with the events at our table, we exchanged glances several times but I wasn’t in the mood to work on it any further. We were all sitting around the small table with some in a booth, while I was on an ottoman style couch around the other side of the table. Mandy was sitting next to me. Several of the guys had noticed that obvious interaction between me and the girl next door and they are never ones to hold back, supplying an endless array of quips and digs.

As our group was engaged with one another, I felt the touch of a hand on my shoulder and someone sit next to me on the rather small ottoman. For a moment I thought it was Mandy…instead it was the girl I was glancing with, Judy. She came to our table, completely disregarded everyone there…sat right in between Mandy and me and began a conversation. Rather bold…no qualms or inhibitions.

But what was more interesting than Judy, or her approach, was the effect it had on Mandy…and ultimately… what the CS was going to do about her...

Confidence

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 18:47:00 +0000

The CS has often been asked if there is a common thread about what women notice in men? What turns them on, or otherwise attracts them to a particular guy? The answers certainly vary. And yes…many women are as visual as men and like a hot body or good looks. But on average, it takes more than that for women. So if it’s a common thread that one is looking for, based on the CS’ experience, it is this: Confidence.

Perhaps, no other trait is noticed by women more then the way a man carries himself. (to digress slightly, the CS notes that based on his experience, if one is talking physical attributes outside of the usual ones, then “hands” surprisingly seem to be noticed by more women than one might think).

Whether you call it self-assurance, confidence or something else…have the right mixture of this ingredient and you will be noticed, regardless of looks (assuming reasonableness) or other physical qualities.

Now perhaps this seems simple enough. But this trait is infinitely complex and involves a subset of qualities that must exist to be effective. It’s not enough to walk tall and carry a big stick. It’s not about being a cocky prick. It’s not about bragging or the Benz in your garage. Rather, it is a subtle combination of things women will notice.

Its about:

• being confident enough to dish out digs at a woman, tease and poke fun…

• wit…and humor

• charm…

• tact, couth and knowing when and which buttons to push and which no to (but never being afraid to push those buttons when the time is right);

• Its about focusing on them rather than talking about yourself (at least at first);

• the ability to carry on a conversation, even when the woman cant;

• being bold, not meak. (want to raise a certain issue, or ask a certain question?…Be firm and straight up, don’t tip-toe, be shy or insecure);

• It’s about the right touch -- knowing when to pull the trigger and to take action, not asking or waiting for permission.

It’s all of these things and much more. These are just some that the CS believes important. Women of course have and notice certain others. But all of them will operate around these same principles and are interconnected. To identify and describe the particulars of these attributes isn’t always easy. And some naturally have them, while others struggle to learn them. But whether one is able to describe them in detail or not… you know it when you see it. And that is something for all guys to remember……because women certainly do.

Lilly Pt. II

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:33:00 +0000

The office wasn’t too long a ride from our romp outside. Judging from our pace, we needed to move the pleasantries elsewhere. Lilly seemed content to go at it further and offered to take me into her mouth. After a brief discussion, we both questioned such wisdom and went for the car.

It was an unusually crisp night, but comfortable enough to have the windows down as we jetted down empty streets. Sitting in the front seat, her long black hair playfully flowed across her face as the wind raced by. She reclined the seat all the way back and looked stunning outstretched against the leather. Coupled with some mellow downbeat tunes, the ambiance and vibe seemed just right.

We managed to keep our hands off one another in the car. But the CS is quite a visual creature and easily noticed certain things that are super sexy to him. The way she gently brushed her hair over her ear as we flew down the streets; the way she glanced at me as her body and legs squirmed from the side to side as she sat reclined; the way her hand slid along my quad and inner thigh, only to quickly retreat back. These subtle yet seductive moves were quite inviting and made the CS hard without almost any touch from her.

It was late, dark and the building was empty. We were unable to contain ourselves any further and began stroking each other on the elevator ride up. Pulling the back of her hair as I kissed her neck, I felt her breasts with one hand. As implants go, not too bad. But still not the CS’ cup of tea. As we stumbled into my office, we sprawled onto a large leather couch-- kissing, groping and fondling one another. She was on the couch facing me as I knelt on the floor and began peeling the tight jeans off her body. They revealed a cute almond shaped belly button, tan tight abs with just enough "somethin…somethin" to make it look that much more delicious. My mouth spent some time probing her belly-- kissing, sucking and biting. Moving slowly downward to her warm and wet slit, I slipped her thong gently to the side and began kissing and licking her lips. She tasted good and I heard moans at each long lick and nibble on her lips and clit.

As I slowly probed further and slipped in a finger, she began to bounce her hips up and down and from side to side. She moaned loud…too loud. Now…normally this is a good thing. But her thrusts, gyrations and moans were so hard and so exaggerated that it was not only painful for me, but a turn-off as well. Now, the CS is no stranger to this in one form or another, so I tried to increase the pressure of my mouth and finger. Perhaps, some adjustment was needed. Perhaps, she wanted a harder sensation or touch. But no…it was discovered that wasn’t it.

To mix it up a bit…with her fine ass, and my penchant for it, I spun her around, ass towards me and began eating her from behind. Feeling her spread cheeks and having her over mouth from behind felt and tasted great. Soon enough, however, she again started thrusting front too back in a harsh manner. Her pubic bone hit my mouth as if to knock out teeth. Her moans and groans increased to a point where it sounded more like a porn shoot. I went at with her like that for quite a while…and at each point she did something akin to the painful biting or thrusting. We did manage to have a hot, albeit rather painful session. Towards the end, when we were both hot n sticky she asked “how do you like to cum”? I was ready to tell her, not only for the sake of cumming…but also so it would just end.

The CS is always fascinated by how women are in bed. What they like? How they like it? Are they meek or meager? Or, are they uninhibited and aggressive? Just seeing a woman I am attracted to makes me think of these questions and imagine all of the answers.

In Lilly’s case, the CS discovered that it wasn’t technique-- it wasn’t a lack of pressure-- it wasn’t anything like this that triggered her painful moves. Rather, like the biting before, it seems that Lilly can get into an aggressive mood very quickly, often not realizing it. She tunes out and doesn’t notice that she may be over-the-top or even causing pain. Selfish? I don’t think so… She appears to have some sort of disconnect when she gets into such a state. It doesn’t appear she is entirely conscious of it. Then again, maybe that’s bullshit and she knows exactly what she is doing. Or, maybe she even thinks that it’s a turn on. Either way, does it strike the CS as “normal”? No…and among other reasons, why she is definitely not a repeater.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 00:46:00 +0000

Lilly Pt. I

So the CS has been gone for quite a while. Rather than dwell on the reasons for this, the CS will dive right in with a relatively recent encounter.

With straight dark black hair and tan skin, Lilly looked quite exotic. She was of average height, with deep black eyes, a perfectly straight nose and incredibly defined lips and mouth that were mesmerizing. Her lips were thin…but not too thin. When she spoke her lips slyly curled around her teeth revealing a wicked smile. The kind of mouth that made me imagine its pleasures…

Her body was hot. Although not too tall, she seemed well proportioned. Fit, with nice legs, a beautiful ass and striking face. The only thing the CS could have done without were the obvious implants. They weren’t too big or awkward, but they clearly weren’t hers. But I digress. That is just the CS’ perspective…others would have hardly noticed.

Now the CS can’t divulge with too much detail as to how we met. Suffice it to say, however, that it was a result of “business.” We had never met before, and although it seemed that there was chemistry, there were serious matters to be discussed which didn’t lend to flirting. What kind of “chemistry” you say? The little things…the mannerisms, the way of speaking, a certain touch. The little things that all of us know, yet sometimes don’t pick up on…or don’t want to admit that we do.

Only several weeks later did the opportunity present itself to delve deeper into Lilly’s brain, and subsequently… her nether regions. And although the circumstances of how this became must be left unsaid, we ultimately had a good laugh as to the formality and the ultimate attraction to one another at our first meeting.

We had drinks at a hip restaurant bar and went for a walk shortly thereafter. It didn’t take long to discover that Lilly wasn’t shy… Outside, at a few discreet yet public spots our hands were all over one another. We had a good vibe, the alcohol was flowing and so were our libidos. My hands were over the mid to small portion of her back as we were kissing and groping. And though it was night, it wasn’t too difficult to be spotted by passerbys. Not only was she comfortable with the situation, but the CS noticed that Lilly was quite aggressive. She was not in a gentle mood and her hands began to firmly squeeze and explore every part of my body. And those oh so lovely lips…well they had a mind of their own…biting my lips and mouth so hard that it made me wince on several occasions. Even though she knew how to kiss and how to handle her self, she did get in this type of “zone” where she had spurts of sexual aggression that led me to take control to bring the level back down to where I thought was more appropriate.

My hand ventured over her amazing ass and struggled inside her tight jeans as we stood in the dead of night. I had the overwhelming desire to feel the roundness of her shape and firmness of her tight ass. As I squeezed and caressed, I noticed how exceptionally good it felt. How tight…how firm…it was almost as if it squeezed right back at me.
Meanwhile, her tongue was swirling around in my mouth as she was grabbing the back of my head and rubbing her body close to mine. Eventually, her palm was over my cock rubbing through my clothes lengthwise along the shaft. After a few minutes, she unzipped the fly, managed her way through to my cock and began massaging. The warm feel of her hand was so good and the friction of her skin, coupled with the pre-cum emanating from my cock, provided for the ultimate sensation as she stroked.

My hands eventually loosened her jeans and found their way to the front of her thong. Her pussy was hot and I could feel her wetness. As I managed to slip one finger along the inside of her lips, I could feel how wet and hot she was. And I also noticed how long we had been going at it and where it was heading. We couldn’t continue the way we were going there in public. But the CS didn’t make any special plans for that night. And things couldn’t just be left where they were at that point. So where to go? We were on my car that night.

...there was only one place to go.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 15 May 2006 00:25:00 +0000

MASTERBATION CUTS CANCER RISK

The CS thinks he started surpassing these daily relief requirments sometime in his teens...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/3072021.stm

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:06:00 +0000

Linda

Someone once said that you shouldn't apologize for not blogging enough. Seems like the right approach and one that will save everyone from a multitude of excuses. Besides, the CS again recalls an insightful comment from a gentleman who was asked why he never talks about his problems? He said "...problems? Because half the people don't care...and the other half are happy that you have them."

The CS first saw Linda in a meeting of sorts with a host of other people. Though the occasion did not involve the ability to socialize all too much, she caught my roving eye. Straight long black hair, about 5'6 or 5'7, firm, tight and with her wonderfully defined lips, my attraction was instant. With dark skin and eyes, and a "look" that was refreshing from the blonde clones usually encountered in the City, Linda was hot. Great posture and poise not only made her eye-popping body stand out, but also demonstrated confidence and a certain grace. Her walk, her talk, and her legs and ass raised some eyebrows...most certainly mine.

She was of middle eastern decent, although judging by her flawless English, she wasn't born there. Given this information, and drawing on prior experience, the CS was required to inspect two areas closely: The forearms and the small of the back. Both were pretty and silky smooth...no fuzz or a noticeable thicket. If those two areas are clear, one is generally assured of not waking up with "sasquatch" in the morning.

A few glances and stares between us appeared to be the beginning of something. But it was neither the time, place or occasion. Fortunately, I had access to her number and gave her a call a few days later. And though we didn't really know one another, we knew of each other. The conversation was light but had enough flavor to confirm the mutual interest.

An agreement to a cocktail after work was ultimately reached. The CS was very curios as to what Linda was like in the bedroom...what she liked, how she moved.

This time the CS wasn't disappointed.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 03 Jan 2005 09:02:00 +0000

New Year Haps

The New Year brings new possibilities and closes the door on old ones. Granted, the CS has not been very "blogger friendly" over the last few months.
But the CS does appreciate the comments, emails and interest over his whereabouts.

So to end the speculation, lets just briefly start off with what it aint:

1. the CS isnt dead;
2. the CS has not been caught by the SFO;
3. the CS's testicles have not fallen off, nor has a communicable disease "come-a-knockin";
4. the "pussy well" has not gone dry;
5. the CS has not mangled his digits in a combine (creative as this may be);
6. and no, the CS has not forgotten his blogger password.

A combination of several things contributed to the inactivity, not the least of which were travel and procrastination.

Tara, Illene and Shananon kept the CS busy to round out the year...And Since I don't like to leave things undone, I will post on them before going any further. Details will hopefully follow within a week or two. Yes, I hear the calls of "bullshit" already. But give your local philanderer a break...the CS would rather post details as he remember them, not mere snippets.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 15 Dec 2004 22:32:00 +0000

New Year Haps

So aside from the CS's recent blogging inactivity, matters have otherwise been eventful. Tara came and went, Ilene popped into the picture, and Irma is promissing potential, but not quite done deal yet.

Tara was a convenient and attractive hook-up that was just fine...until right after the deed. The after work soiree, led to a lunch or two, a drink here and there and eventually that just ended up right in a hotel room. With a boyfriend whom she is othewrise committed to (yet one that will not provide her a rock) Tara seemed primed for a distracion. After a few encounters, there was no question as to what either of us wanted. No issues, no-hangups, no baggage.

A nice hotel room, some tequila and us. Plain, simple but quite hot. With light brown skin, black eyes, and an ass that smiles at you as she walkson by, Tara makes the little "cs" salute each time i see her.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 13 Oct 2004 21:34:00 +0000

Recent comment: damn dude there is no way one guy can get this much action. I read the whole blog and you are either a real creative writer or I suck at picking up chicks.......

Thanks for the note. Probably neither, however.

The CS has answered this before, but some additional thoughts came oozing out of my fingertips when reading the above. Not specifically to the commenter, but in general.

First. Many feel that "hooking-up" with 7 or 8 women in as many months is somehow staggering. Granted, this frequency is not common in those that are married. But in this city it is not uncommon in any other respect. I just choose to write about it in detail. Somehow, I think, reading about those deatils gives a perception of it being more than it really is.

For the CS it has never been a "numbers game." There is no conscious desire for conquest, or satisfaction of ego. (to those who raise an eyebrow...yes, the CS recognizes that the subconscious can be a funny thing, however.) In one respect, I live in a way that works for me and is based on what I need, what I want and what I enjoy. I also specifically know what interests me and what attracts me. It is therefore easy for me to spot something that I want when it's in front of me. (I personally think that some people, both men and women, have no clue what they really want, despite their insistence to the contrary). The only question that remains for me is whether to pursue it or not. Otherwise, there is no confusion, anxiety or discomfort.

Second. Although I only mention them in passing, there are occasions where opportunities do not work out for the CS at all. Some woman may not be attracted, some are not willing to be with a married man, and some for other reasons. These situations do happen. And because they are less likely to be of interest, I haven't devoted too many words to them. (perhaps this may change in future posts, however).

Also, the key is not about being good at "..picking up chicks." Even if one is good at this, it can often be apparent what the intentions are. It's more about wit, charm, listening, teasing, watching and feeling - not only for whether you're really attracted and want someone, but whether they will be susceptible to your attributes to begin with. By this the CS does not mean to sound conceited, or to imply that he has some mystical powers or grandiose opposite sex theory. Hardly...just something that works for me.

Finally, the big issue with people not meeting whom they want has much to do with fear and lack of confidence. Both women and men seem to describe confidence as a super sexy and appealing quality. Yet most yield to their fear of rejection rather than to pursue what they want. They'll give it try, they'll get shot down...and then they're crushed and become afraid.

But if someone you approach is not interested in you, is that really rejection?
Someone once wrote something that makes good sense in this respect. The CS recalls it went something like this:

If you get the cold shoulder from someone you just met, can that really be rejection? They don't know you - they don't know your personality - or what you believe in - or how you think - or what you value - or how you live your life. On the other hand, if you lived with someone for many years and they send you packing because they do know your thoughts - your beliefs, and every other fiber and nook and cranny of your being...well...then that in fact is rejection.

So when someone's lack of interest in you is based on a first impression or a quick intro, that's not rejection...that's just life.

When one's "...fear of rejection is outweighed by his fear of regret, he will start doing what he really wants to do." Not my quote...but perhaps a motto to live by in any context.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 25 Sep 2004 17:32:00 +0000

Lustful men are little devils, but women are often tramps

All too common...

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 17 Sep 2004 18:03:00 +0000

Boundaries

The CS is often fascinated with women's sexual activities, their wants, desires and dislikes. There is something that is so raw and genuine about such behavior. A far cry from the phony bullshit we present to one another daily.

Along similar lines as my April 7th post, there are certain women who struggle with their sexuality by erecting walls and boundaries that make little sense to the CS. These women may be quite sexual... in fact they may have a sexual kink that they deem quite hot and appropriate. But they get offended at another sexual act, even if it is objectively less kinky or intense.

On a few occasions, I have been in situations where a harmless sexual move or act was considered offensive, for no apparent reason. Something that you would never predict to be an issue...something that came out of the blue...something completely random and with seemingly no logic or reason. (The CS confirmed these by running them by a few male and female friends).

Now...everyone has his or her likes and dislikes, no doubt. But for whatever reason, some sexual experiences between men and women create the same type of confusion and misunderstanding that we have with one another in relationships in general. Must this type of drama carry on over into the bedroom? Why get offended (at least at something that most would consider harmless...we are not talking about pain or physical discomfort either).

For the CS, these experiences have been few and far between...yet still very noticeable. Perhaps, these type of women still struggle with issues of "control" and what they should or should not be doing in the bedroom. Perhaps, some have just had bad experiences that make them sensitive. Or, perhaps it is the guy's fault in any given situation. But whatever it is, must sex get so complicated? Isn't whatever "feels pleasurable," rather than what "mental images or hang-ups" are conjured up, a better guide to sexuality?

Guys have their own issues, much of which are socially engineered and created. So we dont entirely get a free pass on this one either. But for the most part, guys enjoy everything in the sexual arena--provided that it feels good, and that it does not involve their ass. A motto perhaps shared by many women as well. Apparently not quite that simple for some of the female persuasion, however.

Then again, maybe this rant makes sense only to the CS.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 13 Sep 2004 18:51:00 +0000

Tara

Seems that the office parking garage is as good a place as any to meet people these days. With all those cars, all those bodies, and the eons spent in the elevator with them, you can eventually get to know someone quite well.

Tara is new to the building and works for one of the advertising companies. Parking just a few spaces down, the CS noticed her on several occasions, and a conversation was eventually to be had. Nothing serious--harmless chatter for the most part. But as our run-ins became more frequent...so did the flirtatious banter.

Today, she suggested I stop by for a company soiree at a local hotspot. Harmless enough...and I am not yet sure at her interest level.

...but the CS can sense the possibilities.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 06 Sep 2004 17:28:00 +0000

Sara II & Steppin Back

Sara came all over my mouth and she was deliciously sweet and tangy. Her taste against my lips and tongue was incredible as I could feel just a hint of her prickly hair beginning to sprout in a few spots.

The CS was super hard at the site of her pretty pussy and at her luscious groans. After her body downshifted a bit, she had this wonderful smile on her face that I mentioned before. She was still hot and it was a mischievous look. She saw that I was rock hard and she went straight for it.

As sexy as she is, Sara is young and it so showed. She aimed to please and was as enthusiastic as can be. But being inside her mouth was like running your fingers through razor blades. She didnt quite have the technique down...too much suction, or too little....too fast and then too slow...and most of all, she couldnt quite figure out the "teeth placement" thing. The CS is all for an intentional nibble across the shaft or the head. Not only does it feel good, but watching a woman do it, mouth open with teeth across the skin is so visually hot...something animalistic and so sexy. Repeated thrusts up against the molars, however, the CS can do without.

After feeling like I was getting head from the "jaws of life," I tried slowing things down and guiding her just a touch. A slight movement here and there, and a light toggle of her head seemed to do the trick for a while, but not for long. I appreciated her effort, but to avoid lacerations, I figured it was time to move on.

She was so cute and tight, that I just wanted her right on top of me... and it was so easy to just pick her up and plant her on me. She rode me quite well sliding up and down as my hands were on her ass spreading and pushing her downwards The CS has said it before....the sight of a woman on top riding up and down is wonderful. And with Sara it was no exception...her beautiful stomach, tits and face were for the viewing and was enough to send anyone over the edge.

I was on the floor, flat on my back, and at first she was on top with her face and upper body next to mine, kissing my lips and neck. As we got hotter the pace quickened and I was pushing down on her hips as she was bounced on top of me. The hottest thing was mixing this position up and having her sit straight up and squatting up and down as I entered her...then pulling myself out completely and have her squat back down. This can be quite painful if done really fast and one of you miss the other. But our speed was just perfect and Sara was excellent in that respect...feeling her muscles tighten on the downstroke was incredible as I came intensly inside of her. Both sweaty and sticky once again, she fell with her face next to mine as I remained inside her for quite a while. We pecked back and forth as I eventually slid out of her...

Steppin Back

Sara was sweet, fun and super hot to hook up with. We got together several times over a period of a few weeks and she was very accommodating. Soon... any "oral" issues disappeared and the sex just got hotter.

However, there was too much going on with the CS leading up to Sara. Too many escapades, too many opportunities, too many drinks, and a bit too much indulgance. Getting sloppy was inevitable at that pace. So to avoid going down the dreaded "spiral," the CS decided to step back for a month or so. "Steppin-back" really is an additional "Rule." It's easy for the CS, or anyone for that matter, to get carried away, and become too self-involved, too self-absorbed and too indulgant. When that happens, mistakes will be made and someone will get hurt. I needed to take a step back, take a breath and simplify. Otherwise complications, issues and problems were likely to arise.

How much time to take? I dunno...perhaps different for each personality and situation. The point is to realize it and take the time sooner rather than later.

For those who have inquired, this is why the CS has been quiet for the last month or so. The period of reflection, however, is complete...and the CS is back.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 21 Aug 2004 21:08:00 +0000

The CS Shall be back...please be patient.

...and thanks for the interest.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 28 Jul 2004 21:23:00 +0000

Female testers needed for orgasm machine

Hmmm...if u ladies need this, I guess most guys really cant find the "spot."

Testers needed for orgasm machine

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 19 Jul 2004 21:27:00 +0000

Sara the "Spinner"  Part I


With the sun blaring and a breeze blowing, the CS noticed Sara soaking up rays while reading at a small table, legs bent up against another chair, with dark shades and seemingly oblivious to the happenings around her.

Petite, with a tight little body, Sara was a true "Spinner." Flat belly, tan skin, toned body and a nice tight bubble that made up for her perky, yet very small breasts. Given her size though, anything larger and she would probably tip over. She looked hot, and judging from her attitude... she knew it.

It was a crap shoot whether she wanted to talk, let alone be hit on. But her outfit, and her attitude made it tempting nonetheless.  Conveniently sitting within striking distance, the CS made a few comments about her reading selection, which yielded a brief glance and a curt reply.

I prodded further with some wise-ass comments which piqued her interest and led to a sexy exchange. I wasn't interested in a philosophical debate there, so I decided to pull the trigger early and asked "so am I going to take you out for dinner or are you taking me out, to discuss this further?"  While pointing at the ring on my finger, she replied: "shouldn't you be having dinner with your wife?"   I told her that "I often do..." She replied that "she has a boyfriend..." I said "...dont bring him." That drew a wicked smile and laugh and we continued at it for a few more minutes. I left shortly thereafter, but not until I got her number.

I called her the next day and we met at her apartment the day after that. Now... Sara is the epitome of the young and trendy girl in the city. Perhaps, even too young...not legally, but practically for the CS. Her pierced tongue and belly ring did wonders for my imagination, as did the tat on the small of her back. Things that are quite common in these parts no doubt, but still super sexy to see on the right girl.

If her youth wasn't already noticeable, it was glaring by the time I reached her pad. She shared it with a college roommate who was running out the door as I got there. A pad certain to remind me of the college days of the not so distant past.  Slightly messy, filled with posters and everything else you can imagine from the college years.

We intended to play it by ear and didn't have plans. Besides, starting the evening at a woman's apartment is always acceptable to the CS.  We talked about many things and it was cute to see how passionate and intense she was about certain subjects, especially politics. A great selection of alcohol there was not. But she provided the beer--and I passed on the water bong, as we talked for quite a while before drawing closer.

The conversation never got heavy and she never pried further or asked about the SFO. (Something that use to surprise the CS about some women, but not any more...).   We were both in the moment, and into the discussions, which made for a hot evening. One of the sexiest thing about her was how little she tried to be hot or to look it. She didn't try to dress up and she didn't have much make up...just some sexy jeans and lip gloss. She either knew she was hot, or didn't really give a fuck.

Giving up on any further debates, I eventually found my finger inside of her pressing and swirling against her inner walls. She had both hands clasped around the back of my neck pushing me closer and deeper inside while I kissed her lips and neck. She felt wonderful...smooth, clean and hairless lips, and I felt that wonderful sensation of a woman getting wet while wrapped around me...slowly but surely feeling her gettting wetter and wetter as she dripped onto my fingers.

Subtle kissing, lip nibbling and fingering continued, as my cock was bulging at the thought of her wrapped around it instead of my hand. By this time, she was so wet that I had two and then three fingers easily slipping and sliding inside and out, gently pressing and rubbing my thumb against her clit and lips ever so often.

She was ready and made an effort to go after my cock with her hands, but she was so wet and felt so warm that I had to taste her first. Pushing her hand away, I put her on her back and unbuttoned what was left of her jeans. Kissing her belly ring and then lower, I couldn't even wait till they were completely off before diving into her pussy. The lights were on and her juice was glistening off of her, with a hint of it just inside her inner thigh, right where it meets her pussy. I gladly began lapping it up from there and continued to her pussy hole, lips and clit. She tasted sweet and slightly tangy, and her ass and hips seemed to respond to every little flick, lick and taste that came her way.

Perhaps, still taken aback from the experience with Jaime, the CS noticed how pretty Sara's pussy was. She had perfect inward lips, and a beautiful slit.  And with the lights on, I noticed something else that was quite hot. Spreading her lips, I was amazed at the shade of pink that I saw. Her pussy and ass were a smoking, almost neon like pink color. Super hot doesn't quite describe it.

The CS couldn't of been any harder.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 11 Jul 2004 18:34:00 +0000

Questions & Comments

Rather than post about another recent escapade, the CS thought he would address a question, and comment on some developments.

A reader recently wrote:

I have been reading your posts and they are great...
I have been very careful in my selections but I want to know how you do soo much and still stay free of getting caught? How long have you been doing this? How often do you do it? Just wondering.. Thank you.

Thanks for reading and the comment.
I have mentioned what I do and the rules I follow, and my belief is that they eliminate the unnecessary risk and traps we can create by engaging in this behavior. I can't exactly say "how often" because I don't have a game plan to meet or cheat at specific times. I have been doing what I do for several years and have not had any issues, but that doesn't mean that I wont in the future. Certain things happen on occasion, and when they do, I take advantage of them. Sometimes I don't and just let them lie. And sometimes things don't work out at all. I am not saying there is a scientific formula for cheating. But I see people getting "caught" for reasons they could and should have avoided.

Having said that, cheating is a risky proposition either way. No matter how strictly I follow my rules or anyone else's, I cant eliminate the risk. You might run into to someone you wouldn't expect while getting sloppy over a few drinks with someone else. Or, someone may spot you in an unflattering situation and it may get back to the SFO. Too many intangibles. And although you can and must take necessary steps and precautions, being paranoid is not helpful either. If the worry and fear is so overwhelming, then its hardly worth doing it. Not everyone should cheat, even if they desire to do so. I think for some people it will just be a source of confusion and frustration if they do.

Personally, I realize that I am only in control as much as I can be in any given situation. There is always another person involved and other circumstances which are beyond my control. The risk cant be eliminated...plain and simple, and I think it is key to realize this from the very beginning. I try to be as discreet and as smart as I can. But if someone's worry and fear is so overwhelming, I would advise against it. If one decides to cheat, they should derive either pleasure, or something else that they seek. If, however, all they manage to do is create worry and paranoia, then they have just added another serious problem to their lives.

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Developments

Pre-occupation with several matters have made posts few and far between as of late. The CS is working to get back into proper "blog" form once again. Also, interestingly enough, I had my first enounter with someone referring this blog back to me. Now, without going into any details, it is still safe mentioning that fact here, or else I wouldn't do so. But ah...the "web" we weave.

As for recent activities, one encounter was very hot, and another did not work out at all.

I met "Sara" at starbucks (no, not "Daphene's" coffee shop)while she was reading and sipping on a frap. And while you all know that the CS is a big proponent of hip-hugging jeans, the "juicy suit" ensemble may just take the cake. Casual and quite appropriate for getting attention at your local coffee bean, Sara is blonde, tan, and a petite 5'3 or 5'4. The form fitting sweats accentuate her tight legs and flat stomach, and there is nothing better than discreetly figuring out the stenciling on a women's butt as she walks by in that outfit.

A conversation was to be had about her choice of books, and things progressed from there. We met up last week....more on her in the next post.

As for the other encounter? All was well until the cards were put on the table. Lets just say she wasn't impressed by the marriage factor. Fair enough.

MSNBC - The Secret Lives of Wives

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 04 Jul 2004 23:29:00 +0000

Hmmmmnnn.....sounds vaguely familiar.

NEWSWEEK- The Secret Lives of Wives,Why they stray.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 25 Jun 2004 16:05:00 +0000

The CS remembers a one-liner from a comedian a few years ago that went something like this: " 90% of all guys masturbate. The other 10%? Well...no arms!"

For whatever reason, this made me think of a similar statistic with roughly 10 of my closest male married friends. Ninety percent of them either cheat or have in the past. The one who doesn't, is "built" in a different way. Things like that are not important nor a priority in his life. He is quite happy and content being a one woman man. Very respectable.

Of course, 100% of the 90% that cheat, think that their wives haven't cheated nor that they ever will. Interestingly, two of those wives have attempted to do so, and with whom you ask? Thats right...with two of the other male spouses in the group. Nothing ever progressed far enough there, but it could have, easily. Which brings me to Rule:

9. Dont Pilfer Thy Friends Nookie

The excuses for hooking up with your friends SFO's are endless. Usually, it results out of sheer convenience. The CS's view on this is simple...

The SFO expects you to stay away from any other partners for the rest of your life. No more sexual contact with anyone....complete and strict monogamy. Something that is not workable or manageable, at least according to me. In contrast, your good friend has generally one request: "I dont care what you do, with whom, or how often, just dont do it with my SFO." Quite a modest and manageable request.

It seems quite easy to stay away from one particular man or woman. A certain code is therefore easy to follow with friends...they really dont ask for much in that respect. Moreover, cheating is risky as is, why jeopardize and potentially ruin a friendship to boot? It doesnt make much sense and increases your chance of getting caught when the shit hits the fan.

10. Discretion

When straying, rarely is one caught by the SFO while engaging in the act itself. Usually, it is something much more innocuous like a paper trail or some other oversight. Similarly, and at least from the male perspective, men tend blab about their activities so that everyone knows how many conquests they have had. Something that seems rather silly and likely to cause problems.

The CS point of view is that your sexual activities should remain as private as possible. There is no reason all of your friends be privy to it. Sure, on occasions, and for various reasons you might need someone to talk to or discuss details. I have one such friend, but even then I dont tell him about most things that are done outside of his presence.

The point is that there is nothing to brag about, or that should be readily divulged. What purpose does that really serve except satisfying ego? Not only does it seem awkward to discuss such details with someone you know, but also leaves a trail that will eventually catch up with you.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 17 Jun 2004 19:02:00 +0000

News Report: Rodents may offer insight to monogamy

"Naturally promiscuous male..." and gene therapy as the cure. Hmmn... sounds wonderful. I can see everyone lining up for this one before they get hitched. Though if one is "naturally promiscuous," wouldn't it be unnatural to fuck with it?

News Report: Rodents may offer insight to monogamy

Jamie, Part II

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 16 Jun 2004 18:55:00 +0000

Jamie, Part II

The CS generally doesnt have the desire or ability to "date." Some opportunities work out, some dont. Jamie is extremely hot and some additional effort was required. But nobody is without their flaws either, no matter how hot.

Upon learning that I was married, Jamie had some choice words, eventually saying "...your such a dick, but at least your honest." Young and attractive, she exhibited some moral issues with such a hook-up, yet she left the door open nonetheless. As opposed to the Daphene situation, after meeting for the first time, I pursued her for a while, sensing that she was interested but conflicted at the same time. She was young enough not to want any romantic commitment and just wanted to have fun...provided she could get over her "issues." After a few weeks and some persistence, it eventually happened. Though the hook-up itself was more interesting than the details on how we got there.

So God wouldnt play a cruel joke with someone so physically perfect, right? Wrong! Showing that he has quite the sense of humor, he decided to endow Jamie with the largest set of pussy lips I have personally ever seen. I am talking distractingly ridiculous. Now, the CS has seens his share of large labia and clits'...no problem. But nothing compared to these mud flaps. Even in the dim light, there was so much "roast beef" down there that I didnt know whether to eat her out or to make a sandwich. Some may call it immaturity, some may call it something else, but the CS was taken aback and had a difficult time getting the "horror" out of his mind.

Nonetheless, we were both there...she is otherwise smoking hot, and nothing left to do but go to town...licking, sucking and nibbling. Much digitial manipulation was necessary to clear the pathway to her button, but she responded with some sexy twists, turns and moans.

But Jamie also had some great moves and a knack for sexy talk...more details on this later, as the CS has been recently pre-occupied with matters un-related to this blog.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 08 Jun 2004 18:33:00 +0000

Jamie, Part I

The CS has previously mentioned that the sun has been shining down up on him while dodging traffic and the occaisional flying bullets on these city streets. Recently, I got caught up in another promising road side fiasco, this time with a slight twist.

It started harmlessly enough...a small rather inconspicuous car darting through some light traffic, cutting people off in the process. No problem...until of course it was my turn.

As it sped by, I noticed an insanely attractive girl looking straight ahead and flying down the street as if on a mission to piss off as many people as possible. Well, I couldn't let that lie...a mixture of "Type A" personality and a desire for a little mischief took over.

I was in the lane beside her on a three-lane thoroughfare and was intent on pissing her off right back. As we were side by side, I sped up so she couldn't pass and would get stuck behind the car in front of her. She was forced to slow down, but in a rather professional maneuver, she swerved in to the other lane and blew passed the car in front of her and then me.

This continued for a few good miles as the traffic was relatively light and we both seemed to have the desire to play with each other. I would dodge and pass...she would reciprocate right back with some risky moves and pass me right by. After a number of close calls, and a few smiles, we proceeded further with our street racing shenanigans. A model of maturity it was not...but fun nonetheless.

Now at 60 mph's is difficult to figure out exactly what you're getting. But after exchanging glances several times, this girl was just stunning. Straight jet black hair, olive skin, beautiful cheek bones, what appeared to be a slight chin dimple, and the biggest baby blue eyes I had seen in some time. She could have been quasi-moto from the neck down, but with such a fine start, I hardly thought that God would play such a cruel joke with the rest of her.

At one point, I finally seemed to get the better of her and bolted right by, all the while looking in the rear view mirror and hoping she would catch up. Instead, she turned onto a side street and disappeared.

Although not usually the CS's style, her sheer hotness would not let me let it go without knowing more. I wasnt sure exactly which street she turned on, and although I remembered her exactly, I didn't remember the exact model of her car. Whatever the case, her attributes flashed in front of me as I flipped a bitch to see if I could find her.

I drove to where she turned hoping that she would either be walking or coming out of her car. Instead, every car looked similar and there was no sign of her. After a few moments, I noticed a car that looked like hers ...but I wasn't sure. A few thoughts and images crossed my mind as I got out of my car and left a brief note on the windshield...leaving a smart ass comment and just enough info for her to know who I was, along with my cell number. Was it her car...? I didn't know. But she was hot and it was worth a shot...though visions of an old witch discovering the note and calling to either chew me out or for a late night hook-up,did pop through my head.

Having forgotten about the episode altogether, five days later I get a call from "Jamie." Typical response time for these parts. The CS was pleasantly surprised...he got it right after all.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 02 Jun 2004 18:57:00 +0000

The CHEATING WAYS, Part III

More from the cheating POV...

Perhaps common sense and obvious to most. But strict compliance with all of these "rules" is easier said than done. Doing so works for this CS...on many levels.

6. COST/BENEFIT

Variety in and of itself can be tempting. Its the CS's view, however, that cheating with someone who you find less than appealing on some level is a mistake. Personally, I see this quite often. People having affairs or flings with someone that they dont find attractive, yet as the thinking goes, "at least its something different."

Being otherwise happily married means that some opportunities must be passed up altogether, even the worthwhile ones. Why then get involved in some thing that is risky to begin with when there is little attraction, chemistry or personality? The CS thinks there is a difference between cheating to add variety, and cheating only because of it.

It has to make sense...it must be worthwhile and it must be satisfying above and beyond just "scoring." If you forget this and partake in every available opportunity, you will suffer a quick demise with a long list of mistakes. This isnt to say that there is a mathematical formula. "Worthwhileness" is something different to everybody. But if its wise to pass up worthwhile opportunities on occasion, that goes double for any other ones.

7. GUILT

The cheating ways predispose one to much of this. Fortunately or not, depending on your perspective, the guilt slowly subsides as the line is crossed more and more. For some, such a moral decline is not very pleasant or acceptable. Other personality types will get over the guilt so quickly that they forget why they didnt bang one of the brides maids at their wedding.

Whatever your personality, the one thing you cant do is tell your SFO about your indiscretions because of your guilt. That it is somehow noble or honest to do so is not only a fallacy but is selfish. It is obvious that those who crumble and do, however, do so for themselves and their own sense of well being rather than for the SFO's.

The way things are structured, such a revelation will only hurt the SFO, the relationship and everything in it. So if you must...question your cheating, question your values, and question your lifestyle. But never question your silence to the SFO about cheating.

8. CONSEQUENCE

The CS is a firm believer that if you cheat, you will eventually get caught. We are fallible and despite the utmost of precautions we are likely to blow it. Or, Murphy's law will kick in, and you will be busted in a questionable looking, yet otherwise innocent situation.

Either way, and despite everyone knowing this full well, no one thinks about this much before they cheat. For many it is a fleeting thought at best. Better to understand and think about this reality beforehand and weigh whether your capable of dealing with the consequence, rather than wake up one day to discover that you lost everything without much thought. Think this through properly before hand, and no matter what you do, in the end their will be no one to blame...not even yourself. Dont think about it at all, and wind up emotionally miserable.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 29 May 2004 23:32:00 +0000

Jen the Sub

The CS is pleasantly reminded of womens unique preferences in the sexual arena. As with anything else in life, otherwise similarly situated women are remarkably different in what they like and how they like it. True, no big surprise there. But the act of finding out exactly what and how a women likes it...can be erotic, exhilarating, and sometimes even disturbing.

After eventually calling her, Jen and I met on a few occasions before actually hooking up. The first meeting was for drinks where all my cards were put on the table. Threw her for a loop...but not all that much. The night ended rather harmlessly and we met up for dinner a few days later. Much more sexual energy this time around with suggestive talk and subtle actions. As one drink turned into three and then four, there was the first hint of what Jen prefers. She insinuated how she likes to be controlled in bed--to be submissive and succumb to the desires of others. Turns out, not only does she aim to please, but she is a true submissive. Dominate her, control her, degrade her and she gets off. Do a poor job of playing that role and she'll give you the boot.

Jen is cute, has a great personality, and is a successful and independent woman-- A professional, with what looks like a promising career, money and some power. But that all changes in the bedroom.

We met at her condo after work. Posh and comfortable, we had a few drinks but didnt waste time with small talk. Rather than a blow by blow, however, suffice it to say that Jen was one of the CS's kinkiest fucks. And although I wasnt too interested in playing "master" that night, she had specific and kinky desires and requests nonetheless. One can only imagine what she would do for a true "master."

So what does she like, you ask? What did she request? The list includes: slapping her face and her tits; pinching her nipples; pulling her hair; throwing her around; having her suck and lick toes; and the first girl to actually request the CS to spit on her during sex. I didnt honor all of her desires, and other graphic and kinky requests were made, no doubt...but I will spare the details for now.

Jen is not shy about her sexuality and we are not talking about a little "rough" play. This girls likes and needs it real rough and real hard. There is a definite turn on at the thought of her attitude and outlook about sex. And although unusual, I generally have no problems with her style. But for the CS's taste, Jen is limited sexually. After talking some more, I discovered that she likes it one way, and only one way, every single time. It seems that being the kinky submissive is the only thing that gets her off...nothing else matters.

And though the CS is a big proponent of hot, wet and wild fucking-- sometimes one just needs to mix it up a bit more than that.