Archive for February, 2003

more massage then ever before!

well, with the exception of the abdomen, and a few spa techniques, we have completed the entire body. this past weekend i put in over four hours of practice, and on monday last my table arrived! yipee! it’s awfully huge, though, but it’s what i ordered.

i’ll post a picture of it soon.

on another front, i just got off the scale, and i’m at 360. massage is a great form of exercise, too!

i wish i would have taken a nap before class. perhaps, i’ll go try right now for a power nap.

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yummy, yummy in my tummy

I placed an ad on Cruising For Sex, advertising expert oral service for masculine men. I had had both good and bad experiences advertising on this site, so I thought I’d give it another shot.

I provide expert head to masculine men. Your brains will be sucked right out through your dick.

I live in Midtown at 24th and V, have a comfortable place, and would like to serve you!

Bears, Blue Collar, Big Muscle are all pluses, but not required. Just be masculine and unpretentious and horny.

So, I get this message from this guy who lives across the river in West Sacramento, in Yolo County. West Sac has a reputation for hookers and tweakers, so I’m a bit apprehensive. I respond to him asking if he has a pic, and attach one of my recent photos. He comes back, saying he doesn’t have a pic (he’s married), but that he would leave if I didn’t want to do it (as if he could stop me from making him leave). I decided that this was reasonable, so I gave him my address, and ask him to let me know when he is coming over. He tells me he’ll be there at around 1330.

Twenty minutes later. 1310. I’m upstairs when I hear a knock on the door. He’s early, I think, and flounce down the stairs, putting my eye up to the peephole in the front door. Oh. My. Gawd.

He’s totally hot. 6′2″ about 260 pounds of thick slabs of masculine muscle covered in silken skin. Blonde, hazel eyes, just the hint of a red goatee. I open the door. “Lord have mercy,” I drawl under my breath. “Come on in.”

He smiles, a quick flash of white teeth. Strong Jaw, but a boyish face. He’s 32 years old.

I tell him to make himself comfortable, and he proceeds to unbuckle his khaki trousers, kick off his shoes, and step out of his pants. Thick fingers slide his navy blue boxer briefs down the ivory columns of his legs. Oddly, he leaves on his jacket and shirt. His meaty hand adjusts his nuts, and he plops himself down onto the sensual red nubuck leather of my sofa.

His prick is already starting to thicken, its transparent skin taking on a scarlet hue. I pull the glass table away from the couch and slowly sink to my knees in front of him, breathing in his scent. He smells of oak forest and mountaintop, earthy and clean.

I look up into his eyes and see the anticipation, the need. I place my hands on his thick thighs, and looking right at him, engulf his hardening cock in my warm mouth, rubbing my nose in his strawberry bush. Yes.

I’m working my tongue all over his meat, concentrating on the base of his head, swirling his still pliable tool around in my mouth like a fine wine. Increasing the amount of suction, I turn my mouth into a vaccuum pump and feel his prick responding, filling out and rapidly hardening.

Bobbing and weaving, my head is like a drunken sewing machine. I pull off to admire my handiwork. Dang, but his dick is thick, with a tiny little head on it. It’s wider than my teeth, so I remind myself to be cautious while I drop back down and deep-throat him. Mike starts moaning. I hold him deep, contracting my throat around the top of his thick slab, and he breathily says, “amazing,” when I dart my tongue out and lick his balls while still deep throating him.

We continue on like this for over an hour, his breathing getting more and more ragged, his eyes occassionally rolling up into his head, fists clench and unclench. All the while he’s getting harder and softer, hard and harder, a solid core covered by a cardinal sheath. He’s starting to turn red. He’s getting close.

I rub my hands together to warm them up and then place my fingertips along his ballsac, feathering his tight nuts. My thumbnails runs along his perineum, fingers along the groin in the cleft of his thigh’s joints. He’s starting to scream, and my dick is rock-hard, too, but this isn’t about that. An enormous load of white-hot cum cannons out of his blaster, scalding and bubbling and pooling on his belly and legs and my beard is coated as well. It smells as good
as the rest of him.

I quickly get up and retrieve a warm washcloth, gently swabbing him down while he floats back to earth. We stand up and he surprised me by grabbing me kissing my on the mouth tenderly, his tongue flickering along my lips. Yes.

We chit-chat about his recent fishing expedition – fresh-caught crab washed down with a good beer. I show him to the door, and he asks if he can come back by soon. I tell him to just let me know and if I can, I’ll be here.

So you see, I really was rewarded for the mercy fuck I gave the night before. Isn’t Karma grand?

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so, i got on the scale again.

I’m 368 now, which is 17 pounds lighter than when I started back in mid-January right before Fiesta. Yipee!

All my shorts are too big now, I’m having to break out the smaller ones from the closet.

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i can’t believe it…

I never really understood what a mercy fuck was until last night.

“Chris” is a 33 year old bank employee who I think has sex so seldom that his hymen has grown back. He has a face that only a mother could love. He sat on my sofa and asked me if I would hold him. Just hold him. Poor dear.

OK, I did give him the best head of his life, poor dear. And I held onto him for a long time and stroked his hair. And he asked me if we would be able to do this again, but I told him that the likelihood of that was pretty slim, but I was kind about it.

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feeling better

so, sunday night i had a group of folks over to work on the Trash Film Orgy web site overhaul. sitting around writing reviews and other text blurbs for the site.

yesterday i woke up to find myself feeling better, but still a little under the weather.

today i work up with no sore throat and only a bit of congestion. i feel well enough to go to massage class tonight. hooray!

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ah, the irony of it all

Friday evening, I had a great dinner with my friend, David, his partner, Rick, and their friend, Bob. David made some artichokes and eggplant parmesan, both of which were tremendously appreciated – they are both among my favorites foods.

I got some private snuggle time in with David. Yummy

Yesterday, Saturday that is, I started to feel a scratching in my throat and some upper respiratory congestion. I cancelled my practice massage with Bob, and didn’t go to the IBR at all.

Today, I awoke with a raging fire burning in my throat and upper lungs, incredible body soreness, and a headache to beat the band. I slunk out of UGH and pointed the Big Chrysler back to home, where, after a quick stop at Walgreen’s, I am relieving the symptoms of my illness, if not the illness myself. I warned [info]bigjohnsf to wipe down the new leather sofas in the room where I crashed out last night, to help reduce the possibility of infecting the household.

Poor me, I tend to suffer

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Walking Across the Brooklyn Bridge in a Snowstorm

[info]albadger and I started off in Brooklyn, mailing our post cards from the exotic locale that is Brooklyn. Then we trekked across the Bridge, with photos and everything. http://www.tawdrytalk.com/ and click on tawdry photos! link to see them.

Poor [info]albadger is not feeling well today, but I’m feeling hearty and hale. I’m not entirely sure that the bridge walk had anything to do with his illness, though, just the stress of a whirlwind weekend in New York.

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massage class, continued

Tonight, we worked on legs. I really wrung my practice partner out. I worked her legs, then her glutes, then did a number on her back. I thought she was going to have a orgasm.

The legs:

  • Effleurage up entire leg. Repeat at least three times.
  • Thumb pressure up Achilles’ tendon, between bellies of gastrocnemius, then medially to laterally apply pressure at top of gastocs.
  • Apply soft pressure to popliteus.
  • Lift leg, and work fingers between toes, then gently rotate ankle. If toes are too tight, the grab toes, palm of hand to sole of foot.
  • Circle around ankle.
  • Cuff from ankle to knee.
  • Rotate leg.
  • While holding foot, apply knuckles to hamstring group.
  • Rake inner thigh.
  • Wring calf and thigh.
  • Cross-arm stretch entire leg.

Tonight, for the first time, I felt my massage was more like a dance. My body mechanics were right, my rhythm was very nice, and my transitions were good. I felt like a person watching me would have thought it was a well-performed and choreographed dance. I have no aches or pains from the work tonight, just a good sense of accomplishment.

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photos from my trip to NYC

[info]albadger and I returned from our weekend in New York yesterday. I put up the pics I took on my personal site, tawdry talk!

I’m writing up thoughts and reviews today, so there’ll be more to read through the course of the day.

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luggage moisture

i have a samsonite hard shell carry on, and i’m going to go out and buy a duffle bag to carry my leathers. i’m going to be seeing shows on broadway and the met – i wonder how i can dress?

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