<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:07:17.855-05:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='Personal Pic'/><category term='masturbation'/><category term='sex'/><category term='vibrator'/><category term='porn'/><category term='anal'/><category term='oral sex'/><category term='video'/><category term='Pics Gallery'/><category term='thought'/><category term='phone sex'/><category term='picture of the day'/><category term='HNT'/><category term='sex toys'/><title type='text'>The Mind of a Married Man</title><subtitle type='html'>A somewhat organized mess of sexual stories, thoughts, photos, &amp;amp; more</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-8777799045250271182</id><published>2009-10-11T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:27:50.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation Between 3 Married Guys</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I was out at the bar with 2 of my good friends (who are also married) and the conversation of condoms came up somehow.  This led to each of us sharing where we end up cumming when with our wives.  I didn't realize how "normal" it was for each of us to have 3 completely different methods of "finishing"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me first.  I thought I was doing what most married couples do - I haven't used a condom since a couple months after we were together, and I have always just came into my wife's pussy every time.  Most of the time, she is on top of me and it ends up dripping out of her and sliding down my cock as we are fucking.  Actually, the last time we fucked (which truly is what it is right now - there seems to be such a small amount of love there), she was on top of me and after I came, I just grabbed ahold of her hips tightly and guided her body, not so much up and down on me, but just pushed her away and then pulled her closer as she kept on cumming.  I kept on doing this for a few minutes, really concentrating and ended up having a 2nd orgasm, which was really intense.  I don't have sex that much, so I wanted to keep going as long as my cock was still inside of her.  I don't think any more cum came out of me, but I definitely had another orgasm and my body was trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #1 - Unlike my wife, his has never been on birth control.  He unfortunately has to pull out and put on a condom every time, before he reaches his point of excitement.  Yes, he gets to cum inside of his wife, but there is a barrier there that has always prevented him from really feeling how good sex could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #2 - I call him the "paranoid about kids" act - He uses condoms, and his wife is on birth control.  Every time, when he is getting close to cumming, he pulls out, takes off the condom, and cums on his wife.  This shocked me.  I didn't think that this is something that people do typically.  I have seen it in porn movies, but didn't have any idea that my friends did this every time they fucked!  It kind of made me jealous actually, that I have never tried it, ever!  Maybe I should have this whole time and it would have been ok, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 3 of us, I think I am in the best position - being able to cum inside of someone without any barrier between her and I - especially when you are both cumming at the same time.  Unfortunately, I don't get to experience it as much as I would like, and may never satisfy my sexual appetite.  Well, unless I find someone else that wants to play, I guess!  I could definitely settle on cumming into a condom while fucking you or pulling out and cumming wherever you want me to.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-8777799045250271182?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/8777799045250271182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=8777799045250271182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/8777799045250271182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/8777799045250271182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversation-between-3-married-guys.html' title='A Conversation Between 3 Married Guys'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-7095861843449588843</id><published>2009-10-07T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:36:54.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back (Again)</title><content type='html'>I know I go through periods where I disappear.  These are times where I try to keep my act together and keep my eyes and thoughts to myself and my wife.  The problem is, I end up getting bored with that since there is not a lot of excitement in my world.  Hopefully I'll have some more posts on here soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-7095861843449588843?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/7095861843449588843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=7095861843449588843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7095861843449588843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7095861843449588843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m Back (Again)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-5259517394343063439</id><published>2009-07-11T14:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:30:14.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Anal</title><content type='html'>Well, I ended up not waiting until after getting home from the bar last night to have some fun.  Shortly after writing my last post, I decided not to delay my gratification any longer, and I came without even touching my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off by giving myself a close shave with a razor - my cock, balls, and behind to my ass.  I didn't shave my whole ass, just the part that matters! (I can show you if you want me to).  This is always such a turn on for me - when I get a chance to really take my time to give myself a nice shave all around.  I got into the shower and rinsed off my cock, which kind of stung but the tingle felt good at the same time.  I then placed the showerhead on the floor, pointing upward, and lowered my ass onto it to clean it off.  I reached around and pulled my ass apart, opening my hole to let water spray in.  This makes my cock so hard very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the shower and dried off, and then got on all fours in front of a mirror to check out the job I did.  I grabbed my computer and was going to make a video of my next moves, but could not find a way to capture what I wanted to and be in a comfortable position at the same time.  I decided to just go back into the bathroom, and not make a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a small vibrator that we have and the lube, and took them into the bathroom.  The vibe that I used was the perfect shape.  First of all, it is really skinny - about as thick as my thumb.  It is a silicon toy, so it feels good against the skin (or inside you!).  I think it was the perfect shape for what I was trying to accomplish - It is straight, has a very skinny rounded point at the top, then gets a little bit fatter after that, then gets skinny again.  It has about 5 inches of insertable area. It has some pretty strong vibrations compared to the larger one that we have.  Plus, I can't fit the larger one into my ass at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned before, I have never been able to come solely from putting something in my ass.  However, I think I have been drunk or at least had a couple drinks when I tried this before.  But not yesterday.  I hadn't drank at all - and I hadn't masturbated for over two weeks, so I was ready to come.  I took the mirror from the bedroom to the bathroom and laid it against the wall.  I wanted to watch.  I got down on all fours with my ass facing the mirror.  I looked backwards between my legs to get a good view.  My cock was about halfway hard just thinking about what I was about to try.  I reached back and squeezed just a small drop of lube onto the top of my ass, and let it slowly run down to my asshole.  There was a very cool sensation, and then I squirted one more drop out.  This time, instead of letting it run down my ass, I grabbed my toy and dragged it along the crack of my ass, twisting it along the lube, making it moist.  Without turning it on, I very slowly pushed the tip of it into my ass, a TINY bit at a time.  I kept pulling it out and rubbing it against the lube to make it easier to slide in.  After getting it about halfway inside of me, I turned on the vibrations.  At first, this gave me a jolt and my body shook for a second.  I started to really enjoy having something in my ass.  With the power on, I slowly slid it in and almost out of my ass, but just the top thicker part.  I carried this on for about 10 minutes, just watching my cock pulse as I eased the toy further and further into my ass.  Eventually, I started inserting it as far as it could go without pushing it all the way in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got the thick part of the toy into me, my ass just kind of "grabbed" it and it slid right into me. Now that I had the thicker part of it sliding in and out of my hole, very very slowly, I was starting to feel an orgasm starting to build.  But it was a very different feeling than I ever had before.  I know that orgasm are always intense, but this was a feeling that was coming from a different area (by my prostate), but it was sending an overwhelming feeling throughout my ENTIRE body.  The great thing about this was that I felt like I was having an orgasm over and over again, but I wasn't close to coming yet.  Every time I pushed the vibe into my ass, I let it sit there for about a minute, and then pulled it out as slow as I could.  As it was making its way out of the hole (i was just leaving the tip inside me), my arms barely had the strength to reach back and keep a good hold of it since I was shaking so badly.  It was an incredible rush every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was feeling really good to keep this up, my body was starting to get frustrated.  I know I have said this before, but I really don't think that I have ever wanted to cum so badly.  I was doing everything i could to keep from collapsing onto the floor every time i pulled the vibe through that spot.  I felt like I was having orgasms, but my cock was still so fucking hard, and literally throbbing without me even touching it once yet.  I knew I was close.  I knew there had to be a way to make me cum by doing this, but it just wasn't working.  The vibe was already turned all the way up.  After one more of those intense rushes of pleasure, I decided to try something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly eased the vibe all of the way into my ass again.  But this time, I left it in there, holding it as steady as I could.  Instead of pulling it back out, I just shifted it around, leaving it on different spots inside me for a few seconds at a time. Once I hit the right angle, I knew I was going to cum.  I was so excited, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held as still as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body literally starting to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this whole thing off on all fours, but now was crouched down, on my knees, slightly leaning forward with one hand on the floor and one on the vibe, holding it steady into my shaved asshole.  My head was now on the ground, looking back towards my cock.  My throbbing dick was staring me right in the face.  There was a feeling coming over my body that felt like I was going to really cum now, and I thought I was going to, but something else happened instead:  Usually when I am masturbating, I will have a little bit of precum coming out of my cock.  This time, when I felt like I was going to have an orgasm, but didn't (my body still shaking like crazy of course) a full drop of precum came out of my cock and dripped to the floor.  About a minute later, another drop came out and fell to the floor.  I was so frustrated! I was so excited at the same time... seeing the precum told me that it was about to happen.  I didn't give up.  About a minute or two later, (total time, about 30 minutes) i felt like the vibrations from my asshole moved to every inch of my body all in one swift motion, and I probably looked like I was having a seizure as I watched a shot of cum fly out of my shaking dick.  I could not control myself and actually moaned pretty loudly.  But that shot of cum was not all I had in me.  It kept coming out.  With every pulse of my dick, another shot came out and fell to the floor.  I kept moaning.  This was so intense.  I didn't want the feeling to leave.  It was so fucking addicting.  I watched literally create a puddle of cum on the floor below me.  I am really surprised that I held myself up long enough to not collapse into it!  I held still and watched my cock drip out the last of my load, and I was frozen.  Almost exhausted, I watched the size of my dick shrink back to normal as my heartbeat finally slowed down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so satisfied.  I finally achieved the anally induced orgasm, and the only time I touched my cock was to wipe off the cum.  I will never forget that orgasm, and will more than likely try it again today.  I guess the key is being sober to allow myself to feel the reaction of my asshole to the intense movement of the vibe.  I cannot wait to try this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-5259517394343063439?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5259517394343063439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=5259517394343063439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/5259517394343063439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/5259517394343063439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-anal.html' title='My First Anal'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-7257540846903319470</id><published>2009-07-10T16:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:52:17.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And it is here!</title><content type='html'>Well, the weekend is finally here.  I just got home from work and am sitting naked on my couch right now.  I am going to enjoy my time alone for the next few days.  To prove that I was holding out until now - I could have just stayed at home all day and started the weekend early, but I decided to actually work!  Just knowing that I was coming home to an empty house was driving me wild all day long.  Tonight I'm going out and getting drunk with some buddies from work, and we'll see what happens when I get home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until the time I leave, I will be spending a lot of time teasing myself, taking a long shower, and who knows what else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-7257540846903319470?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/7257540846903319470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=7257540846903319470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7257540846903319470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7257540846903319470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-it-is-here.html' title='And it is here!'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-4024292047001864983</id><published>2009-07-07T20:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:11:34.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation of the Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I have known now for a couple weeks that I would have the house to myself for a few days, starting at the end of this week.  It has been a couple weeks since I have gotten off, and it is almost all that I think about right now.  I have had the opportunities (in the shower, up alone at night or in the morning, or even in the car), but have just chosen to tease myself instead.  Whatever you want to call it, building up, saving up, whatever – I am absolutely ready to explode.  (wow… that just gave me an idea – maybe I should get a videotape of my next cumshot and put it on here – I’m going to think about that).  I just keep telling myself that waiting until this weekend when I can really just do whatever I want and enjoy myself will be worth the wait.  This may sound sad or pathetic, but I cannot wait to be alone for a few days!  I will be able to cum whenever I want, wherever I want to at home.  I will probably spend the entire weekend naked whenever I am home.  It is not like I’m a dirty naked guy walking around my place; I make sure that I’m clean, and its just comfortable and sexy to be in the nude.   It has been a long time since I have been able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation for this week to end has been pretty exciting.  I can’t fall asleep unless I’m exhausted, so I have been working late.  I’ve pushed myself to the limit in the shower – slowly shaving my cock or balls, and then gently rubbing myself until rock hard, then stopping.  I also love putting the showerhead on the floor, pointing upward, and then crouching down right on top of it, letting it spray into my ass.  I rock back and forth so it barely gets to my balls, but mostly love the rush of water pushing into my asshole.  Even though I have never been able to make myself cum just from having the water spraying into my ass, it still makes me rock hard almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in the car with quite a bit of driving to do.  While driving, I unzipped my pants (leaving them buttoned up) and spread the opening to my fly as much as possible without ripping my pants.  Sometimes I’ll go as far as pulling my cock out of the hole in the front of my boxer briefs, but not this time.  That usually makes me cum pretty fast since the hole is kind of small and is really tight around the base of my cock and my balls, which feels fantastic!  Instead, I spent the drive leaving my cock throbbing on the inside, making my briefs feeling tighter every second.  It also feels good to use an object besides my hand or fingers to poke into the opening of my pants to rub the sides of my dick with, like the end of a marker or a pen.  When my underwear gets tight enough around my cock, any movement of my briefs around it makes me even closer to cumming on myself.  By the time I got to my next appointment, I had to sit in my car just relaxing thinking about anything but an orgasm for a few minutes.  Then I zipped up my pants and went inside with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure how many times anything will happen in the upcoming week, but I am literally excited for the release!  By reading this, I’m sure that you know that I love talking dirty or telling stories about sexual experiences, so having someone to chat &amp; cum with would always be fun if you’re interested.   I’m on yahoo and Skype.  Skype is definitely the best for video &amp; voice chat – it is free and the video quality is very good – no delays.  Obviously, having a sexy naked woman in the house with me would be the best option, but I honestly haven’t spent any time looking because I don’t think I could find one that I could trust.  Also, my conscience would probably get to me.  Who knows?  I’ve never tried.&lt;br /&gt; Since I will be able to do whatever I want to, I’m also looking for different ways to get off – I love to experiment with different ideas (I’ve tried some different things, but haven’t really come up with a favorite yet), so let me know if you can think of anything and I’ll be happy to share after I try it out!    &lt;br /&gt;I’m excited to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-4024292047001864983?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/4024292047001864983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=4024292047001864983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/4024292047001864983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/4024292047001864983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/07/anticipation-of-weekend.html' title='Anticipation of the Weekend'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-7390659528040896863</id><published>2009-06-28T14:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:32:21.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you wearing under your clothes?</title><content type='html'>There are a few reasons why I haven't really posted anything in such a long time, or why I have recently got back on here.  One of them being the fact that I really don't get that much time alone right now.  But the main reason, which may or may not be working out, is that I have been trying harder at my relationship.  I've been trying to focus on everything but sex.  Just being there for my wife, taking care of her.  Making her laugh.  Going out and just having a good time (which we have done a lot in the past few months).  However, it hasn't really made a difference so far, I don't think.  I am getting back to the point of consistently thinking about fucking around, even though I have never "cheated" before, unless you count talking to people online, or being on here - but I haven't ever met anyone in person.  Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my late twenties.  Honestly, I am feeling more and more anxious about this.  There have only been a few women that I have met that are in the 35+ age range that are truly happy and do not spend their days being pissed off or bitching about something.  I truly do not want to be sexist about this, but this is honestly how I feel.  Maybe it is because of the women in my family, my friends' parents, or other women that I know at that age.  If that does not apply to you, please do not take offense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, the reason is why I feel so anxious is that I feel like I'm running out of time.  I only have a few more years before I get to that age.  I have been waiting for about 2-3 years, working on my relationship, trying to get it to where I want it to be, physically.  Progress has been extremely slow.  I feel like I'm missing out - getting closer to the years that I am dreading.  Have I wasted the last few years of my life by not fucking around and just having fun?  I have been completely faithful, but has it been for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know the story (I won't get into full detail, but send me an email if you want to know more), for the last couple of years, my wife has had absolutely no interest in sex or physical contact.  I am the kind of person that is not at all comfortable with making someone do what they don't want to.  My wife would have sex with me if I asked her to.  But that is the whole point of this - I want her to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to have me inside of her.  We've had many talks about this with no progress.  Then I just let it all go - stopped focusing on sex, and decided I would pursue no more.  That put us into a six month period of no sex, since I was not pursuing her at all.  I finally broke that streak by fucking her a couple weeks ago.  It was good, and we both got off (her a few times), but now it is back to normal.  Without her pursuing me, I am constantly thinking about other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of one of Will Ferrell's lines in "Old School", when he is talking about being in a restaurant and wondering what kind of panties the waitress has on under her pants.  That is totally me right now.  Only my thoughts go quite further.... I start to wonder how confident she would be in the bedroom.  Does she like sex as much as I do?  Does she wish She could go in the back of the restaurant and fuck somewhere at that moment?  Does she think about getting off as much as I do?  Does she like to masturbate a lot?  How dirty does she get when she's had a couple drinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back to a time when I was in a relationship in which I was wanted sexually.  I'm not sure how much longer I can take this.  I do want to be with my wife forever, but also want to have fun.  Maybe I need to find someone to secretly play with.  Maybe I should have already done that, I don't know.  I obviously think about it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-7390659528040896863?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/7390659528040896863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=7390659528040896863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7390659528040896863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7390659528040896863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-are-you-wearing-under-your-clothes.html' title='What are you wearing under your clothes?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-3814008024300217276</id><published>2009-06-09T07:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:20:31.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>Great Video</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me a link to a different site, &lt;a href="http://www.chrugirls.com"&gt;ChruGirls&lt;/a&gt;, so I thought I'd post a video from there.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.chrugirls.com/player/flvplayer.flash" width="400" height="360" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;file=http://www.playfulspace.com/videos/124043175688.flv&amp;amp;height=360&amp;amp;width=400&amp;amp;logo=http://www.chrugirls.com/vid.png&amp;amp;image=http://www.chrugirls.com/videos/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chruforums.com/chrugirls.html" target="_blank"&gt;More Sexy Videos at ChruGirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-3814008024300217276?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/3814008024300217276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=3814008024300217276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/3814008024300217276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/3814008024300217276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-video_4581.html' title='Great Video'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-2244981568757791587</id><published>2009-06-08T07:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:32:08.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallery Of The Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.galleryhost.com/1002483/1/teenagewhores/custom/1002ph_Codygetsherpussyfucked_6978192/fs/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 522px;" src="http://www.galleryhost.com/1002483/1/teenagewhores/custom/1002ph_Codygetsherpussyfucked_6978192/fs/08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love this picture.  The look on her face is amazing.  The full gallery is &lt;a href="http://www.galleryhost.com/1002483/1/teenagewhores/custom/1002ph_Codygetsherpussyfucked_6978192/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-2244981568757791587?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2244981568757791587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=2244981568757791587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2244981568757791587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2244981568757791587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/06/gallery-of-morning.html' title='Gallery Of The Morning'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-2972728677217717811</id><published>2009-06-08T07:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:10:45.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone - Wow, it has been quite some time since I have been on here.  I think I am going to get back into sharing my thoughts, but I want to include more links from here on out.  Links to other pages that may turn you on - so send me any ideas that you may have, or what you have been browsing through recently.  I'm always looking for something different, no matter how kinky or off the wall it may be.  I plan to be able to post something at least a couple times a week, so stay tuned for more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-2972728677217717811?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2972728677217717811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=2972728677217717811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2972728677217717811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2972728677217717811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-6083099785257679291</id><published>2008-09-22T15:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:21:11.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A Good Friend's Wife</title><content type='html'>Even though I grew up with her, I didn't really know Jessica until she became attached to one of my good friends.  Jess is always a lot of fun - very easy going, loves to party, and is extremely easy to talk to.  Well, maybe because it seems that we have a lot in common.  All of this, in addition to her long blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous smile, and a body that always seemed to be "just right" made me extremely attracted to her, even though I had to hide it.  She is not someone that I constantly think about or obsess over, but I do get excited when I will get to see her again.  It has been a couple years now that we see each other on special occasions, or whenever our group of good friends get together.  Almost every time we get see each other, we get some time to talk and seem to get closer to each other, and I have always felt that there was something between us that could not be acted upon.  For example, it seemed that as we got closer, we always made a point to put our hands on one another somehow when we were talking or standing close.  We'd jokingly put our arms around each other, or sometimes just graze each others arms or back as we were passing by.  In our most recent meetings, things got a lot more flirtatious, even in the presence of her husband and my wife, which was a little weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, we were in town for a wedding and were out late on both friday and saturday night.  Of course, Jess was out with us both nights.  Ever since that Friday night, I couldn't get her out of my head.  We were in a late night bar and had been drinking all night long.  We kept exchanging glances across the room, made the usual small talk, and just seemed to get closer to each other as the night went on.  After the bar started to clear out (our whole group was still around), a few of us started dancing in the middle of the bar, even though there really wasn't room for dancing.  Immediately I felt someone come from behind me and wrap their arm around my chest.  I had a feeling it was her, and to no surprise, I turned around to see Jess with a huge smile on her face and a devilish look in her eyes.  Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me.  My hands were on her hips, just watching her body move before me as I tried to keep up.  Even though our spouses were there, I don't think that either of us cared about that.  For these few minutes, I felt like Jess and I were in a club and didn't know anyone else around us.  She started to get more agressive with me, pushing her leg in between mine, almost like she wanted to wrap her legs around me.  I wasn't going to back down from her - I slid my hands down her back, and then around her hips again, and then spun her around so the front of my body behind her.  One of my hands held hers and my other was on her waist, pushing her body closer to me.  She was really getting into it, pushing her tight ass up against my cock, pushing up against my waist.  We took turns facing each other and then moving to me behind her.  As time passed her hands wandered around my body more and more.  She was teasing me like crazy.  She never actually had her hand on my cock, but I badly wanted to take her into the bathroom and let her have her way with me.  But it was getting to be a little too obvious, so when the song stopped, I had to force myself to break us apart so that we wouldn't draw any more attention to ourselves or raise any questions from friends.  I don't know if anyone was really watching us, but if they were, eyebrows would have been raised I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night at the wedding was typical of our friends, and Jess and I got to  hang out a little, but not as much as we did the night before.  We still drank, flirted, and I wished we weren't tied down so we could go somewhere and fuck.  The truth is, I'm not sure it would ever happen, but the thought of being alone with her has crossed my mind a lot during our recent encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not one that has dreams, or at least one that remembers their dreams, but probably won't forget this one for a while:  We were at a birthday party for her husband, Brett.  They had rented out a banquet room in a hotel for the event since they just lived in a small condo in the city and wanted all their friends to be there.  It was a pretty nice setup, with dancing and a DJ in the main banquet room.  In the hall on the way to the banquet room was where the bar sat.  It was also a great setup since everyone could just wander up to their rooms when the party was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, throughout the night, Jess and I exchanged glances, had our hands on each other, and spent as much time as possible together without looking suspicious.  It was easy for me since my wife could not make it into town for the party.  Sometime right around midnight, I was standing at the bar alone, waiting for a drink when Jess came up and wrapped her arm around me in a playful manner.  She looked over at me and said "do a shot with me".  Even though I was already quite buzzed, I couldn't resist.  I turned to the bartender and thanked him for my beer, and before I could order us a couple shots, Jess had her arm locked in mine and she was pulling on me away from the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I thought we were doing shots!" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess looked over at me and smiled.  "We are - but my liquor is in my room upstairs, come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the elevator without anyone seeing us.  We were both just laughing at each other, staring at one another from across the elevator.  Nothing was said, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen.  When we got to her room, she actually did have plans for shots!  She pulled some tequila out of the mini fridge and poured two shots into the typical glasses that most hotels leave in the bathroom.  Immediately after pouring them, she threw hers back with no problem.  As I went to take mine down, Jess came right up to me, putting her hands around my waist.  I put my glass down, and then gave her a surprised look.  I glanced over at the door.  Without saying anything, she knew that I was worried about Brett coming up looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about it" she said, "he's had way too much to drink and won't even know I'm gone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned forward and did something that I have been waiting for for a long time.  She slowly pushed her lips against mine and started to kiss me.  I was still hesitant, but was extremely turned on by the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring into her eyes, giving her a naughty look.  "You're bad."  She nodded, biting her lip and grinning.  "You're going to get us in trouble!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I said that, Jess was all over me.  We started making out heavily.  She backed me up to the wall and I pulled her closer in to me.  I reached down and grabbed her firm ass with both hands and squeezed it tightly.  I brushed her hair from her face and pushed her head back to give her a soft kiss on her neck.  I pushed back towards her and had her pinned between my body and the desk.  She reached down started undo my pants when I picked her up and sat her on the desk.  She wrapped her legs around me and we were making out with our hands wandering all over each other's bodies now.  My hands when up her shirt and reached into her bra to her nipples and she let out a soft moan.  I knew she wanted more, but wasn't sure how much farther she wanted to take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she jumped off the desk up against me again, and almost tackled me to the bed.  At this point, I think that we both knew that we were running out of time to be alone.  We were laying side by side, kissing and she started taking off her pants before I even got there.  She left on her white lace panties that showed the bump of her swollen pussy just underneath, and my cock was now rock hard.  She reached for my belt to finish what she had earlier started and I slid my hand up her thigh so slowly, and then grazed past her pussy so softly just to tease her.  She threw her head back with delight as I finally slid my fingers into the top of her panties.  She was already wet.  I started by putting the palm of my hand just under her stomach, with my middle finger working its way down to get inside of her.  Even though she was excited and already wet, it was a tight fit for just one finger to slide into her.  My other fingers parted her pussy lips as my middle finger slowly worked its way from just above her ass all the way up to her clit.  She put her hand on top of mine, telling me to keep my attention on her clit.  I still had the force of my hand on her pelvis with my finger pushing up and down on her pussy, massaging her clit as her body started to squirm.  By now, she had my pants down to my knees and my hard cock was right out in front of her, but I pulled it away from her and told her to lie back as I sat up and used my free hand to slide two fingers into her tight pussy as my other hand rubbed her clit.  It didn't take much time after that to make her cum.  She was holding back screams that I know she wanted to let out, but knew that she just couldn't.  She looked up at me after her body stopped trembling and told me that she wanted my dick inside of her.  I took my pants off completely and laid down right on top of her.  We started kissing again and she reached down and grabbed my cock, guiding it towards her pussy.  Even though Jess's pussy was extremely tight, I slid right into her since she was so wet.  I was so turned on.  It felt absolutely amazing to be inside of her.  She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed my cock with her pussy as I pushed it in and out of her, fucking her fast.  And fucking her hard, really hard.  You could hear our bodies slamming against each other at the waist.  I had one hand under her ass, pulling myself deeper into her body, and the other was against the headboard giving me leverage to make her cum again.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and thats when I woke up.  So close to orgasm, too.  I had to relax so I didn't shoot a load of cum into my sheets.  If that had really happened, it would have been an incredible night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-6083099785257679291?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6083099785257679291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=6083099785257679291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6083099785257679291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6083099785257679291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-friends-wife.html' title='A Good Friend&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-4174513016032191377</id><published>2008-09-18T11:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:12:08.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Swingers Clubs</title><content type='html'>I spent some time this morning looking for new blogs to read and found one with a great story about her and her playmate's visit to a swingers club.  I would consider myself to be pretty open minded, but didn't think that a place like the club she was at would be so easy to be part of.  (maybe it was more work than she made it out to be, but it would definitely be worth all of the effort!)  The story is longer, so it is split up into two posts.  Her blog is &lt;a href="http://naughtywifedoublelife.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (link not working anymore-she must have deleted)- just scroll down to the posts about the swingers club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so turned on after reading the story.  I would love to go into a club like that with someone that loved to play.  The thought of visiting the group sex room, either to participate or watch, makes my cock hard.  I've always wondered what it would be like to watch people fuck each other for everyone else to see, whether it was through a glass wall or in the same room with them.  I am not sure I could hold back from joining in if I was invited!  Now I just need to find someone that would be willing to go in with me.  Even if we don't fuck other people while in there, the atmosphere would drive us crazy all night long, and there's no telling what we would do to each other while there, or when we leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-4174513016032191377?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/4174513016032191377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=4174513016032191377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/4174513016032191377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/4174513016032191377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/09/swingers-clubs.html' title='Swingers Clubs'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-324012999324796070</id><published>2008-09-18T11:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:25:21.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Pic'/><title type='text'>HNT!!!</title><content type='html'>For a while now, I have been observing the HNT pics on the blogs that I read, but have never really participated.  In all fairness, I decided to post something myself today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SNJyefac9SI/AAAAAAAABXo/U5Lgbgovrwg/s1600-h/Photo+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SNJyefac9SI/AAAAAAAABXo/U5Lgbgovrwg/s320/Photo+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247382383994139938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-324012999324796070?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/324012999324796070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=324012999324796070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/324012999324796070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/324012999324796070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/09/hnt.html' title='HNT!!!'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SNJyefac9SI/AAAAAAAABXo/U5Lgbgovrwg/s72-c/Photo+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-8301245205428297641</id><published>2008-09-10T11:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:30:55.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Oh, The Places I Want To Go (To Fuck)</title><content type='html'>Ever fucked on the local elementary school's playground?  How about in the neighbor's front yard?  Those are a couple places I've had sex, and have always wanted to find out what it would be like to get it on in these places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A department store fitting room&lt;br /&gt;- On a boat or jetski in the middle of the lake, in the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;- In a park, on a bench&lt;br /&gt;- On the beach&lt;br /&gt;- In a padded room - like a mental hospital.  Seems like a great place for rough sex.&lt;br /&gt;- The bathroom of a nice restaurant or upscale bar (I have been to a place that actually had a little couch/bench in their bathroom.  You can't tell me that isn't for fucking.)&lt;br /&gt;- On a hotel balcony, out in the open&lt;br /&gt;- At a concert, in the crowd.  Not sure how this would work, but would be hot.&lt;br /&gt;- In a dark, closed closet&lt;br /&gt;- In a taxi cab&lt;br /&gt;- On a city rooftop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'll add more as I think of them, and of course will be sharing if any are accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-8301245205428297641?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/8301245205428297641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=8301245205428297641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/8301245205428297641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/8301245205428297641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-places-i-want-to-go-to-fuck.html' title='Oh, The Places I Want To Go (To Fuck)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-6442795645504439008</id><published>2008-09-08T18:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:31:18.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Still Cannot Decide</title><content type='html'>As you know from previous posts, I have always fantasized about experimenting with other women, but never actually participated in any sexual activity with anyone but my wife for as long as we have been together.  Even though there have been a few times where I could have easily put myself in a position to "experiment", I have always been faithful.  Today was another one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending a lot of time online at night since my wife and I don't exactly have the same schedule (at all!).  Over the past couple months, there is really only one person that I talk to on a regular basis.  Most of the people I talk to online don't keep my attention for very long at all, so I get bored easily.  That is definitely not the case with this girl.  I love spending time talking with her.    If I was ever going to mess around with someone, she would be the first I would go to.  She is extremely sexy, funny, laid back, intelligent, and definitely knows how to turn me on.   The pictures that she sends me drive me absolutely crazy!  I feel like I could totally trust her to keep everything between us discreet, and we both know that we would have fun together if we had the chance to get together.   And today I had that chance.  I was driving home from out of town, and knew I was going to be driving past her place on my way home.  It was a little out of the way, but not too far.  I had been texting her off and on all weekend talking about possibly coming over on my way home.  It seemed like a good idea, and I was excited to finally meet her face to face after all of our talks.   On my way out, I got a message from her, asking me what my plan was.  This is when I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling me that she would still be around today and wanted me to stop by, I got nervous about meeting.  Wondering how I would feel afterwards, since I could not go back and change what I had done.  I had about 100 miles to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, text messaging and driving at the same time is NOT a good idea!  Some idiot driving  a minivan decided he wanted to come over to my lane while I was right next to him, but I didn't see him at first since I was typing on my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... I continued safely on my journey and ended up chickening out when I got to her exit.  I just kept going.  I had been looking forward to this opportunity all weekend, and then decided to just go home.  As I past her town, I wondered what I would be like to kiss her, to feel her tongue in my mouth, to feel her hands on my body, wherever she wanted them to be.  It has been so long since I had been that close with another woman.  We both knew it would have been wrong, but also knew it would be a lot of fun, and nobody would ever know except for us.  This was a perfect opportunity for me, and I didn't take it.  I think that I was just worried about how I would feel afterwards.  Would I have a guilty conscience? Maybe I was scared that she wouldn't like what she saw, and then wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore.  I will never know.  At least not from anything that happened today.  I still am not sure if I am happy with my decision to not pay her a visit today.  I probably should have gone over and at least showed my face, but can't go back now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-6442795645504439008?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6442795645504439008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=6442795645504439008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6442795645504439008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6442795645504439008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-cannot-decide.html' title='Still Cannot Decide'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-5994542787650013284</id><published>2008-08-19T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:43:57.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>Some Vibe Fun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I didn't get much time to do anything but stuff for work.  I was up past 1, had to get up early today, and never logged into any of my accounts on here at all (what a shitty day that was!). Just after posting the pic of the afternoon, my cock started to harden and I felt I should reward myself for all my hard work yesterday.   After browsing through some of my pic collection, I grabbed my vibrator out of my nightstand and went into the bathroom.  I slid off my boxers and put one leg stretched up onto the counter and the other on the floor.  My cock was already rock hard and ready to explode.  I turned the vibe up all the way and gently touched it to my shaved balls, and rolled it back to just outside my asshole as my cock jumped at feel of it.   Without and lube, I just rolled the vibe up and down my cock, around my balls and teased my ass until some precum started to come out of me.  Using it as lube, I held the base of my cock with one hand to push the tip of my dick onto the most powerful part of my toy.  My body started to shake and soon cum came shooting out of me and onto the counter.  I used the vibe to block some of it and rub the cum all over my cock as lube.  Without the friction the effect wasn't as strong, but I had already cum so it was still intense.  I just sat down naked on the counter for a minute to recover with a puddle of cum sitting next to me.  I should have taken a picture for you - maybe I will next time.  Or maybe I should have used the cum for lube and put the vibe in my ass.  Oh, the possibilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-5994542787650013284?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5994542787650013284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=5994542787650013284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/5994542787650013284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/5994542787650013284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-vibe-fun.html' title='Some Vibe Fun'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-994728768011445328</id><published>2008-08-19T14:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:07:05.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Pic of the afternoon</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have been on here and I wanted to post something, so here's something simple, a picture for the day.  The link to the gallery is &lt;a href="http://www.galleryhost.com/1002483/1/teenagewhores/custom/1002ph_SluttydreamsofteenChristinefuckingTalon_61029300/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsKUUB1Z8I/AAAAAAAABN4/zIn0YfCSIC4/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsKUUB1Z8I/AAAAAAAABN4/zIn0YfCSIC4/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236290335838398402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-994728768011445328?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/994728768011445328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=994728768011445328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/994728768011445328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/994728768011445328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/08/pic-of-day.html' title='Pic of the afternoon'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsKUUB1Z8I/AAAAAAAABN4/zIn0YfCSIC4/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-507401168939390933</id><published>2008-06-24T19:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:47:35.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a Fuckbuddy</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with a friend last night about how much fun it is to have sex, and that it really isn't a big deal.  However, it is extremely important to me, so maybe this is why I am on here, and the other sites some of you have seen me at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the question of the day:  If sex isn't such a big deal, why is fucking around with someone outside of your relationship called "cheating"?  I hate the word "cheat", and don't want to be associated with it in any way.  Let me explain:  I don't want to be called a cheater, so how about calling me someone that is just "experimental"?  (if I actually acted upon any chances that I have had).  I have never taken part in anything like that, but am growing more and more curious about it every day, especially if I meet the right person to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for both parties in a relationship being happy enough to stay together forever if they love each other.  Some say that if you love someone, you shouldn't take part in extra-marital relations, just because you have a ring on your finger and you made that commitment.  But what if one of you loses interest completely?  I don't think that it is a reason to call it quits, but it may be a reason to "experiment".  If this experimentation can be kept secret from everybody and leads to both parts of a relationship being happy, then what is the big deal?  I have been asking myself this question a lot lately.   Maybe I am trying to justify what I want to do, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that if i did experiment, there would have to be some strict rules that I follow in order to choose a partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would only fuck around with a married woman.  The reason being is that they understand the importance of discretion.  They won't fuck with my personal life, and I won't fuck with theirs.   Personal information would be allowed, based on how much I feel I can trust you, but is not necessary to fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must be clean.  Both hygiene and 100% disease free.  I know that there are a lot people out there that have slept with many more people than I have, but that doesn't mean that they are dirty.  I just want to know that they are clean and know how to protect themselves, and would expect them to respect my wish to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I know that they are not going to give me something is going to make my dick turn colors, I would only consider women that wants to not only experiment with different partners, but wants to try new things that they may not be allowed to try with their spouse.  After all, why would I risk my relationship just to have the same sex that I have had before.  I'm open to trying anything at least a couple times (in case it goes wrong the first time, of course!), and would want to really experiment, and get as nasty or kinky as you would allow.  Maybe you have been wanting to really let yourself go during sex and get crazy, but don't feel comfortable doing that with your husband.  Trust me, I know how you feel.  There are many things that I want to try out that I probably will never be able to, unless I find someone to "play" with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-507401168939390933?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/507401168939390933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=507401168939390933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/507401168939390933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/507401168939390933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/06/finding-fuckbuddy.html' title='Finding a Fuckbuddy'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-3443462846115657692</id><published>2008-06-11T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:45:23.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Pic'/><title type='text'>A New Shave</title><content type='html'>I got back from dinner tonight and didn't really have anything to do, so I decided to take a shower.  I love being in a hotel when it comes to getting clean, because you can take your time in the shower/bath and not worry about hot water running out.   I was probably in there for about 30 minutes, just standing under the blazing hot shower, allowing the bathroom to fill up with steam.  While I was in there, I took the time to shave, which always turns me on.  However, I just relaxed and decided to save my cum for later on tonight.  I'm not sure when I'll get off, but I am going to have to at least once tonight.  Now I am just sitting here naked, all nice and warm, having an ice cold beer.   Wishing it was you that my fingers were on, and not my computer.   Here's a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SFBvp8s0RRI/AAAAAAAABKE/P1Bcmqh8ovA/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SFBvp8s0RRI/AAAAAAAABKE/P1Bcmqh8ovA/s320/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210787535327085842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later I will post another, hopefully displaying a little more excitement rather than relaxation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-3443462846115657692?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/3443462846115657692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=3443462846115657692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/3443462846115657692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/3443462846115657692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-shave.html' title='A New Shave'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SFBvp8s0RRI/AAAAAAAABKE/P1Bcmqh8ovA/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-3332831158567050466</id><published>2008-06-05T13:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:17:28.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Body</title><content type='html'>This is a pic of my idea a perfect body.  Not super skinny, healthy, and all the curves in the right places.  Those hips drive me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SEgfW0eU9RI/AAAAAAAABJk/Q0OAcX7wQnc/s1600-h/ftv_girls_79_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SEgfW0eU9RI/AAAAAAAABJk/Q0OAcX7wQnc/s320/ftv_girls_79_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208447445957408018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to see more of this gallery, the link is &lt;a href="http://www.yourdailygirls.com/galleries/ftv_girls_79/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-3332831158567050466?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/3332831158567050466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=3332831158567050466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/3332831158567050466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/3332831158567050466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-body.html' title='The Perfect Body'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SEgfW0eU9RI/AAAAAAAABJk/Q0OAcX7wQnc/s72-c/ftv_girls_79_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-2195835475467796883</id><published>2008-06-05T11:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:09:50.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Phone Sex</title><content type='html'>So I have been fucking around on yahoo late at night, and everyone that has done the same knows how hard it is to find someone fun to actually talk to there.  I have recently gotten this urge for phone sex, which would be really easy to pull off for me since I am in a hotel and I can just give the 800 number with my direct room number to someone.  This way they don't have to worry about me seeing their number, and it won't show up on my phonebill.  Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only find someone that has the freedom to talk on the phone like I do.  Most people that I talked to late last night either weren't into it or had roomates/other people at home with them, which was definitely a bummer.  However, I did talk to someone that said tonight would be a better night for her, so hopefully I can hear her cum for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I gave up and went to my one of my favorite porn links, &lt;a href="http://yourdailygirls.com/"&gt;your daily girls&lt;/a&gt;.  There's always a good variety of pics there and there are no surprises from viruses or anything like that.  Gotta be careful where you find your free porn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-2195835475467796883?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2195835475467796883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=2195835475467796883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2195835475467796883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2195835475467796883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/06/phone-sex.html' title='Phone Sex'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-5402284306032215679</id><published>2008-06-03T16:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:01:25.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>Can You Believe It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SEWmD0eU9QI/AAAAAAAABIs/xC2Nfu4vYc4/s1600-h/091307_21111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SEWmD0eU9QI/AAAAAAAABIs/xC2Nfu4vYc4/s320/091307_21111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207751128679511298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Monday on the road, and no orgasm?  Yep, thats right!  I guess I worked too hard yesterday, and never actually spent the time to get off.   Of course that means that all I can think about today is when I am going to be able to cum next, which will probably be sometime early evening.  (If I do it now, I won't be able to finish the little bit of work I have left to do before the "workday" is over).  I did wake up last night at about 5 in the morning and wanted to masturbate, but also thought about saving up for later today.  To tease myself even more, I just took off the boxers &amp;amp; tank top that I was wearing and went back to bed completely nude.  Tonight, I should have some fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-5402284306032215679?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5402284306032215679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=5402284306032215679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/5402284306032215679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/5402284306032215679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can You Believe It?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SEWmD0eU9QI/AAAAAAAABIs/xC2Nfu4vYc4/s72-c/091307_21111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-69088417495853932</id><published>2008-06-03T15:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:02:31.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex toys'/><title type='text'>Sex Toy Fun</title><content type='html'>When we first started having sex on a regular basis, we tried a couple different toys that my wife bought a sex toy party that her friend was having.  We did not have a lot of money to spare, so we only got cheap toys that seemed to break pretty quickly, and then we just kind of gave up on the idea of toys.  Recently, since the physical intimacy has not been there nearly as much as I want it to be, I went out and bought a decent silicon gel vibrator and a bottle of lube for us to play with.  We have only used it a few times, but it is such a turn on for me.  One of these times was this past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just got back from the bar, both a little bit tipsy.  My wife had on some thin pants that really gripped her ass nicely.  She was laying on her stomach on the floor with the small of her back showing.  I could not let her lie there alone any longer.   I'm not sure if she knew that she was teasing me or not, but I wanted to take her pants off immediately.  I went up behind her and laid on top of her, giving her neck a nice slow kiss as I brushed her hair away from her face.  I slid my hands down the sides of her body, gently rubbing her tits as I worked my way down to her hips.  I slid my fingers towards the middle of her body as I got down to her stomach, and then out and down her legs.  My hands wandered up her inner thighs and up to her ass, and then down between her legs, right on her pussy.  I had one hand rubbing between her legs as the other was squeezing her ass.  I told her to go into the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she undressed herself, I got out our new toy.  She was laying there naked on the bed, and I climbed up right next to her.  We started making out quite a bit more than we usually do, and she wrapped one of her legs around mine as I reached around and started rubbing her ass.  There is nothing better than the feeling of being completely naked with someone you love, and having their body pressed up tightly against you.  I eventually rolled up on top of her, and pushed her legs apart.  My cock was hard by now, and I teased the outer edge of her pussy lips with it.  I backed away when I heard her moan; I wanted her to want me in her so bad.  I grabbed the bottle of lube and put a little drip just above her pussy, and watched it roll down into her, making her pussy even more wet.  I started to push her pussy lips apart with two of my fingers, rubbing the lube all over her, and exposing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;.  I started up the vibe and she spread her legs apart even further.  I held it so that the tip of the toy was directly teasing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;, and the top half of her pussy lips were being pushed apart.  I had one hand on her toy, and I was using my other hand to push my fingers into her pussy, underneath where the vibe was throbbing on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;.  I would reach up and hit her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gspot&lt;/span&gt; with every few strokes, and leaned forward and nibbled on her nipples as I sucked tightly on them, moving back and forth.  Even though the toy does a lot of work itself, I love to move it side to side to give her different sensations.  It took some convincing, but I finally got her to take control of the toy herself.  This made me rock hard.  I took the wet mixture coming out of her pussy of half lube-half her juices and started rubbing my cock, patiently waiting for her to cum.  As I played with my balls and stroked my cock slowly, I had a free hand to rub her tits.  They fit so nicely into my hands; they are almost too big for me to fit.  Absolutely beautiful.  I could sense that she was getting closer: her body was shaking like crazy, her moans getting louder and more frequent, and she was starting to fuck the toy, pushing herself into it, picking herself up from the bed as she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grinded&lt;/span&gt; the toy harder on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;.  After a few seconds, she dropped her toy, laid flat on her back, and sighed with a puddle of juices between her legs.  She was breathing hard but wanted more.  I laid down next to her and she climbed right on top of me.  Her dripping we pussy slid right onto my throbbing cock with ease, and she immediately started moving up and down.  I reach around and smacked her ass, and squeezed each side with both hands, and then moved my hands up to her waist guiding her motions as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thrusted&lt;/span&gt; upwards into her, trying to get as deep as I can.  All 8 inches of me were buried in her, and she started to cum again.  I was trying everything not to cum yet, and ended up shooting a huge load of cum into her as she came for a second time while riding me.  I was so turned on that my cock was staying pretty hard and she kept on going for a few more minutes, grabbing onto my shoulders for leverage and my hands still on her hips.  Once she could not move anymore, she collapsed onto me and our chests were together again.  Only this time we were both on fire, sweating on each other, with nothing on our minds except pleasure.  When she got up off of me, she left a huge trace of cum on my cock, along with a small puddle on the sheets just below my balls.  I just stared at it and smiled, since I couldn't fucking move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-69088417495853932?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/69088417495853932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=69088417495853932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/69088417495853932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/69088417495853932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-toy-fun.html' title='Sex Toy Fun'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-8888013342092559381</id><published>2008-05-27T14:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:03:05.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>I'll Be Here More Often</title><content type='html'>I am currently working out of a hotel every during the week for a while now,  so I will have a lot more time to be on here.  I spend most of my days working, then go out for dinner/drinks every night, and then I usually just come back to the hotel, fantasizing about inviting the bartender/waitress back to my room after her shift.  I have never done this, but have been thinking about it a lot lately.   There is no one that I have in mind right now, but have my eyes open.  The problem is that there are a lot of co-workers in my same hotel, and they CANNOT witness me doing this, since they know my wife!  Nobody that I work with has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; idea of the naughty thoughts that run through my mind every minute.  They see me as a quiet, well-mannered, reserved guy that gets along with everyone.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;say anything inappropriate to anyone.  Little do they know that when the boss is giving a morning meeting, all I can think about is turning her back to me, pushing her over the desk, lifting up her skirt (and I imagine no panties already) and pushing my throbbing cock into her pussy from behind while I have my hands on her perfectly round tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't especially love being away from home and living out of a suitcase, but I do love the freedom of being able to do whatever I want inside my room.  I can get off at least once a day if I want to, but honestly, it is usually at least twice.   I am always looking for different ways to masturbate, and love taking a long time planning an orgasm out when I am by myself.  The more I build it up, the more the intensity builds.  I can also come in from dinner, take a hot shower, and then just be completely naked until I fall asleep like this.  This would never fly at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-8888013342092559381?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/8888013342092559381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=8888013342092559381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/8888013342092559381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/8888013342092559381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-road-again.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Here More Often'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-1546789463656516495</id><published>2008-05-07T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:03:37.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><title type='text'>Solo Play</title><content type='html'>The following is a story of some fun I had last year when I spent some time on the road for work.  I am going on the road again at the end of this month, so you should see more posts from me on a regular basis.  Anyways, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always looking for different ways to enhance my self-gratification practices. Any guy will tell you that he can get bored with just stroking it until their throbbing cock explodes. Recently I have been adding to the pleasure of masturbation by playing with my ass. I have always been curious, since I have heard that it can be extremely pleasurable to cum while massaging your ass. I really have no gay intentions with this, I am just simply looking for some new fun. I don't have any toys or anything to put into my ass, so I usually will just use my fingers when I am in the shower or bath. I feel a little awkward pulling down my pants, bending over, lubing my fingers up and pushing them into myself. I feel a lot more comfortable doing this while in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of my recent business trips is when I decided to really experiment with the idea of something in my ass while cumming. I ended up in a hotel room that had a jacuzzi tub with jets in it. This was a small, one person tub, with two jets across from each other near the front of the tub, and 2 across from each other near the back. I had a couple drinks beforehand to ease the tension I had, and shaved before getting into the tub. It had been a couple of days since I have came (which is rare for me), so I was already aroused just by the thought of getting in the water and really taking the time to play with myself. Shaving my cock usually turns me on anyways, so by the time I was in the steamy hot bath, I was rock hard. The best part about this tub is that I didn't even have to use my hands to feel the pleasure. I turned the jets on, but kept them on a lower speed at first so I could get used to the feeling of it on the tip of my cock. There is something about being in a tub with these jets that can just put you over the edge (my first orgasm, ever, happened in a tub with jets like these). You don't even have to move, but there is so much pressure on your g spot along with so much movement that you just want to explode immediately (I'm sure the feeling is the same for a woman that pushes her pussy right up to one of these jets and just raises her legs in the air and opens up for the water to massage her clit unlike anything else can).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to feel a little curious, so I got onto all fours and squirted a lot of lotion all over my ass. After letting the cool liquid drip down the crack slowly and then towards my hot asshole, I reached back with one hand and started to massage my ass, teasing the outer edges of my asshole, along with barely brushing up against my balls. With a lot of lube, I slid just my middle fingertip into my ass, as it tightened around and pulled it inside of me. If the jets weren't on, I'm sure my neighbor would have heard moan through the thin walls. Just as i expected, I loved the feeling. I slowly moved that one finger barely in, and then completely out of my ass as I put a lot of pressure on my body with the rest of my hand. My other hand was alternating between slowly stroking my cock and teasing my balls. I sat back down in the water, and turned sideways near the back of the tub. With one jet on my cock, and the other on my ass, it was hard to concentrate. It took me a little bit of time, but I finally found the right angle for the water from the front jet blasting onto the head of my cock and the jet behind me pushing a thick stream of water into my asshole. I turned the jets up to as much pressure as possible at this point. This was one of the most intense feelings I have ever experienced. I literally had to grab a hold of the edge of the tub and hold myself in place! At the angle I was at, I just threw my head back and closed my eyes, and I couldn't think about anything but the ultimate pleasure from this. I could feel my cock shaking and my asshole squirming from the rush of water. I don't know if there is any way to measure this, but I think that I have never came so hard. I had to take a few minutes to recover, and then I could still barely stand up to take a shower afterwards. I will definitely try this again when the opportunity arises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-1546789463656516495?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/1546789463656516495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=1546789463656516495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/1546789463656516495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/1546789463656516495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/05/solo-play.html' title='Solo Play'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-6947143344896815331</id><published>2008-04-26T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:05:25.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Beat You To Bed</title><content type='html'>I cannot get the thought of last night out of my head. That is usually what happens when we have sex that was so good that it was surreal. I left you out in the living room, took a shower, and then beat you into the bedroom. I got into bed and patiently waited for you. I was lying on my stomach when you finally joined me, and you leaned over and gave me a goodnight kiss on my neck, thinking I was already asleep. As you rolled over to your side of the bed, I followed and wrapped my arms around your body. One underneath you head, with your neck resting on my arm, and the other around your waist, reaching up with my hand right between your soft tits. I squeezed you gently and pulled myself closer to you, mocking the position of your body with mine. As I moved closer, I slid my hand down your side and felt which panties you had on. They were the pink ones that were so tightly wrapped around your ass that it felt as if you weren't wearing any when my cock brushed up against them. My free hand slid up your thigh, back up to your breasts. I could feel your nipples getting harder through your tank top as you scooted your body backwards closer to mine, so that you could feel my cock hardening. It started to grow and was fitting perfectly (or would have, if we didn't have underwear on) into the crack of your ass. I leaned over and kissed your neck and started to massage your breasts, paying attention to your nipples every so often. I pulled your body around so that you were facing me and immediately you reached down with one hand and pulled my dick out of my boxers. You know exactly what I like. Your hand slid just under the base of my cock and you started to massase my balls with your nails, very slowly at first, just to tease me. I let out a soft moan as I pulled your face closer to mine and parted your lips with my tongue. You kissed me back so deeply, and I could feel your pussy getting wetter as I slid my hand into your panties. With only one free hand, which was already working its way towards your clit, I slid my foot up your thigh and pulled down your panties, exposing your smoothly shaved pussy. Removing my mouth from yours, I worked my way down your neck, to your tits, down your stomach, and back up to your beautiful breasts again. Your tank top was pushed up, and bunched up at your neck, and I took each breast into a hand, me lying on top of you now. I would hold squeeze one firmly, moving it back and forth really fast so that your nipple would brush against the tip of my tongue. I moved back and forth just to tease you. Every once in a while I would throw in a little bite and hear you moan as your hips bucked up towards my body. This is when you told me to fuck you. I had other plans. My mouth moved down your chest to your stomach, and then down to your hips. I slid my body down lower on the bed, and pushed your legs into the air as I spread them out in front of me. The lights were off, but if they were on, this would have been one of the most mind blowing sights I have seen in a while. I could only picture your legs spread before my face, pussy dripping wet and smelling so sweet. I needed a taste so bad. As I pushed your legs apart, one hand on each one of your inner thighs, I held each leg down and pushed my lips right onto your pussy, first giving you a very long, slow lick from just above your asshole, up to the tip. I placed my tongue as flat as possible, and pushed my head as close as I could get as I took my time to make my way to the top. I felt your legs shaking and I started to lick you up and down, moving faster as your moaning got louder. I found your clit with my mouth and started to suck on it as I slid two fingers into your pussy, pushing up towards your gspot. I reached up to your tits with my free hand and removed my mouth from your cunt just to tell you to grab ahold of my head and fuck yourself with my tongue, which you instantly agreed to do. There is nothing better to feel your body get out of control with excitement as my face is buried into your pussy. You start to scream loudly, pushing my face into you so hard, and my tongue starts to flicker even faster than before as I feel your pussy pulsing in my mouth. I don't stop until you cannot take it anymore. By now my cock is so fucking hard and is throbbing. All I can think about is putting my hot cum into your sexy body. You lay there sprawled out on the bed on your back, still unable to move. Since you were sitting up, you were in perfect position for what I had in mind. I climbed up onto you, almost sitting on your tits and pushed my cock towards your face and you willingly opened up your mouth and took on my pulsing 8 inch cock. You were still feeling a little weak from your orgasm, so I moved my cock slowly in and out of your little mouth. I felt the bottom of it slightly grind onto your teeth, which you know turns me on so much. You have a look in your eye like you know you are driving me crazy. Now my cock is dripping wet from your mouth and I want to put it inside of you. I am already ready to cum and slide my body down lower on your body, and you start to open your legs up and then wrap them around my ass as I slide my cock into your slippery pussy. You reach down and grab my ass and I push my body deep into yours and feel your tight pussy wrapping around my stiff dick it slides in and out of you. Your body starts to wiggle again as you start to moan, and I wrap my arms around your back and neck and as you raise your legs into the air, spreading them wide for the deepest entry possible. I start to really fuck you now, and you can hear my body hitting yours as my balls are slamming into your ass. I start to breathe harder and you tell me that you want me to cum into you now..... Just as you tell me to fuck you harder I feel my cock getting ready to explode. I scream out with pleasure as my first shot of cum blasts into you, and I shoot out even more with the next few thrusts into your pussy as you start to moan with delight, letting it all go. I collapse on top of you, exhausted, with my cock still inside of you. I can feel my cum dripping out of your pussy and my cock slowly getting smaller as my body is not letting me move due to the intense pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-6947143344896815331?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6947143344896815331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=6947143344896815331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6947143344896815331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6947143344896815331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/04/beat-you-to-bed.html' title='Beat You To Bed'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-4497420189484667429</id><published>2008-04-02T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:36:52.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics Gallery'/><title type='text'>Pic of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a sexy pic that I found.  The entire gallery is &lt;a href="http://ddfcash.com/PROMO/1bd/pics/6664_02/?nats=ODA0NTU1OjU6MQ,0,0,0,1659"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_RKAJl050I/AAAAAAAABEU/psH9RKbEJiA/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_RKAJl050I/AAAAAAAABEU/psH9RKbEJiA/s400/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184850437445314370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-4497420189484667429?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/4497420189484667429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=4497420189484667429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/4497420189484667429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/4497420189484667429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/04/pic-of-day.html' title='Pic of the Day'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_RKAJl050I/AAAAAAAABEU/psH9RKbEJiA/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-2812303294680181085</id><published>2008-04-01T20:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:12:40.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Repost from Old Blog: Random Hookups</title><content type='html'>It seems that since I have been married I have always been wondering what it would be like to have a random hookup. I wish that I would have at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; to "take a random girl home" before I was married, since I really won't do it now. As I grew up and started looking for women to get closer to, I always told myself that I didn't have a chance with the hot girl at the bar (yeah, I know- pretty dumb on my part), so I always settled for trying to find a "relationship". I should have known better. Now, all I can think about when I am in public places is what I want to say to that sexy girl across the bar that caught me looking at her and gave me a quick smile. It is a fantasy of mine now, to buy her a drink, walk over and take the seat next to her, and then end up back in a hotel room to find out what she is wearing underneath that skirt. (I know that it would take a little more than buying a drink and then a couple of quick lines, but hey, this is fantasy, remember?!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-2812303294680181085?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2812303294680181085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=2812303294680181085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2812303294680181085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2812303294680181085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-hookups.html' title='Repost from Old Blog: Random Hookups'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-109808548049536244</id><published>2008-04-01T18:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:32:17.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pics Gallery'/><title type='text'>Gallery: Heather Summers - Twisty's Treat of the Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twisty's April 2008 "Treat of the Month" is this beauty, Heather Summers.  I think it is impossible to pick one favorite from these galleries, so here are a couple of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_K3xpl05zI/AAAAAAAABEI/MNgk3on-1Ac/s1600-h/15a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_K3xpl05zI/AAAAAAAABEI/MNgk3on-1Ac/s400/15a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184408184662845234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_Kyqpl05xI/AAAAAAAABD4/pp2OXwO7mDU/s1600-h/twistys_46_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_Kyqpl05xI/AAAAAAAABD4/pp2OXwO7mDU/s400/twistys_46_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184402566845622034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_K26Zl05yI/AAAAAAAABEA/1HDswoMwCyA/s1600-h/10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_K26Zl05yI/AAAAAAAABEA/1HDswoMwCyA/s400/10a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184407235475072802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her tattoo on her abs, and keep picturing my cum covering it if I were with her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heathersummers.net/pictures.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the page with the Twisty's galleries of her.  Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-109808548049536244?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/109808548049536244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=109808548049536244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/109808548049536244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/109808548049536244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/04/gallery-heather-summers.html' title='Gallery: Heather Summers - Twisty&apos;s Treat of the Month!'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_K3xpl05zI/AAAAAAAABEI/MNgk3on-1Ac/s72-c/15a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-2620639234965457369</id><published>2008-04-01T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:06:29.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture of the day'/><title type='text'>Photo of the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_I4hZl05wI/AAAAAAAABDw/q2mi_28B_Ck/s1600-h/rachel_roxxx14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_I4hZl05wI/AAAAAAAABDw/q2mi_28B_Ck/s320/rachel_roxxx14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184268267513243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-2620639234965457369?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2620639234965457369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=2620639234965457369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2620639234965457369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/2620639234965457369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-of-morning.html' title='Photo of the Morning'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/R_I4hZl05wI/AAAAAAAABDw/q2mi_28B_Ck/s72-c/rachel_roxxx14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-1996679372743872112</id><published>2008-03-31T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:07:45.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>I want to taste you</title><content type='html'>You are all I can think about right now.  Images of your legs spread before me will not leave my head.  I want to sneak up behind you and surprise you with my hands on your hips, sliding up to your waist, and moving to the front of your body, each hand slowly caressing your breasts as I give you an extremely slow, wet kiss on your neck.  I would whisper into your ear that you have two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Go sit on the couch and lean back, with your legs spread and hanging off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Turn around, right here in the kitchen, and sit on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you can't decide as you turn around and face me.  I pick you up and walk you over to the couch and am so excited that push you back onto the couch almost too roughly, but you let out a surprised, excited moan.  I immediately rip off your pants and underwear in one quick pull as your body slouches down and your naked pussy hangs off the edge of the couch.  I push over the coffee table backwards and drop to my knees.  I push your legs up into the air, pushing your knees up against your tits.  You lift up your shirt and pull your bra down so you can rub your own nipples.  I smack the side of your ass and then dive right into your pussy.  My mouth gives you a long, slow, wet kiss with the entire flat surface of my tongue just to get you all wet.  You squirm and push your hips towards my face as my hands slide down your inner thigh towards your wet pussy.  I spread your pussy lips with my fingertips, exposing your throbbing clit so I can get a better angle at licking you.  Every once in a while I take the time to make a nice, slow sucking motion on your pussy, covering as much of it with my mouth as I can as you start to scream.  You taste so good, and I want to do this all night, if you can handle it. With my mouth on your clit, I slide a couple fingers inside of you towards your gspot and your moans get louder.  You squeeze my face with your thighs, and I tell you to grab ahold of my head.  You push it into your pussy.  Fuck your pussy with my face.  I move back and forth as fast as i can and flick your clit back and forth with my stiff tongue.  You scream so loud as your body shakes in excitement as I feel you drench my mouth with your dripping wet pussy.  Nothing turns me on more than making you cum with my mouth.  My cock is so hard by now that it is bulging in my pants.  I can't wait to put my dick where my mouth is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-1996679372743872112?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/1996679372743872112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=1996679372743872112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/1996679372743872112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/1996679372743872112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-taste-you.html' title='I want to taste you'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-7075249767797526407</id><published>2008-03-31T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:03:45.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor for the Week</title><content type='html'>Today is day 1 of being alone for the week.  When my wife is away, the biggest difference in my actions is the fact that I wear a lot less clothing, browse porn more often, and have A LOT more orgasms!  Things will be no different than that for this week.  I got home and the first thing that I did was close my blinds.  All of my clothes were off by the time I knew that no one could see inside.  I went to the kitchen and thought about getting creative with pleasuring myself.  I started browsing though the  drawers at all the utensils, going through plastic bags, and then I just lost patience.   I went to a story at one of my friend's &lt;a href="http://www.xpeeps.com"&gt;xpeeps&lt;/a&gt; page (that she had written) and pulled out my lube.  I was hard before I walked in the door, and after reading her story my cock was pulsing with excitement.  I had the computer at the coffee table, so I was sitting on the floor on my knees, with an old towel on the ground beneath me.  I squirted a generous amount of lube onto the tip of my cock and watched it slowly roll down my shaft.  After watching it run down to the base, into a small pool, i started to rub it onto my balls, and then back up the underside of my cock, squeezing the head so tight.  I had been thinking about getting off all day and it didn't take long before I squirted a thick stream of cum onto my towel and just laid back against the couch as cum was dripping down my cock.  I know this won't be the last time I get off tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-7075249767797526407?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/7075249767797526407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=7075249767797526407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7075249767797526407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/7075249767797526407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/bachelor-for-week.html' title='Bachelor for the Week'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504177239747020105.post-6672715582349307512</id><published>2008-03-28T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:03:49.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!!!</title><content type='html'>I know this doesn't make sense, but I think that starting this blog may keep me out of trouble.  If I have a place to go to express what I am thinking, now matter how inappropriate for a married guy that has been with the same girl for almost 9 years now, I should stay faithful.  Well, no physical touching of other beautiful (or not beautiful, depending on your standards) women anyway!   I have so much respect for women, and just people in general, so I always keep my naughty thoughts to myself.  For some reason, I cannot keep my eyes off of so many ladies, and don't know what to do about it. I'm always fantasizing about taking them somewhere and doing whatever it takes to make them cum.  Maybe it is the receptionist at a client's office.  Maybe it's the checkout girl at the grocery store.  I just can't help myself.  Even though I have never cheated, I can't stop fantasizing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5504177239747020105-6672715582349307512?l=sexcollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6672715582349307512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5504177239747020105&amp;postID=6672715582349307512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6672715582349307512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5504177239747020105/posts/default/6672715582349307512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexcollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome!!!'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944689112134343068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6grbdyXKhc/SKsLXcW6hTI/AAAAAAAABOY/e98F8mpgJXc/S220/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
