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So long, farewell and good-by
Monday, January 23, 2012
This is probably my farewell blog. After years of VIP membership, I have finally decided, or realized, that I am not going to find what I am looking for in SA. I have met some great people in here and am saddened on leaving, but this site and blogs are just no longer fun. I used to love to read and write blogs. I'd see some great cartoons and read some sexy and/or funny stories. But, with few exceptions, that is gone. I have tried to impose a little humor in my posts, even the serious posts. But those no longer draw comments. And with the political season heating up, I can see the political blogs starting soon. I definately don't want to get into that. As a conservative, I would be at a definate disadvantage in here. Absence
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I am not a nudist!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
It is very hard to convince people of this fact,at times. I am a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I like to be seen naked and to see others naked. And from what I've seen, there are very few "True" nudists. I go to clothing optional and nude resorts as often as I can. To talk to a,so called, true nudist, there isn't anything sexual about nudism. A true nudist does not get an erection at a nude resort. That is nothing but bovine scatology. At family resorts, they are well hidden but are there. Not that I was looking for them, but I have seen many. Are they true nudists? They claim to be. I prefer the adults only clothing optional resorts but do go the the others on occasion. Now even at the adult resorts, it is bad form to walk around stiff. And I don't. But if I were to rise, no one would act offended. I'd just cover up and go about my business.
I prefer the adult resorts because they are geared more to the sexually active and there are no kids. But, I have gotten laid, hand jobs and blow jobs at family resorts. But I act like a human being when I am there. Many don't allow single men and for a good reason. We can be idiots at times. I never approach anyone at these resorts. Adult nor family. Be friendly and if they are receptive, they will start a conversation with you. If it happens, don't mention sex. Let her, or them, bring up any suggestive conversation. If the talk does get a little suggestive and you start to harden,without being obvious, let it be known. If they look away, be friendly but don't go any further unless they do. But, if they smile , look or make a comment such as, "Having a little trouble there (Was actually said to me once)?" You may be on the road to satisfaction. Just take it slowly and easily. I have gotten laid by a lady. I have had a threesome. I have had blow jobs and hand jobs by acting reasonably human. Mostly, I have had hand jobs but I do love a hand job. The least I've had is the lady telling me to," Go ahead and take care of it. I don't mind." I don't like to masturbate. But if a woman is watching, I like it. I am trying to make two points. One- If a single male acts, half way, like a gentleman, he may get some relief. Two- There is a lot going on, even at family resorts. There are not that many "True" nudists. The photo that I am posting is from a nudist resort. I love to caption my photo's. If anyone wants to suggest a caption, I'd love to see it. Men do get hard at resorts. Later folks. Tell a Viet vet,"Welcome home.CommentsNo Comments (0) | Add Comment My Friend Karen
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
I used to see Karen every couple of weeks on the weekend. Usually on Sunday. She lives in Shelbyville and I lived in Christiana at the time, about 20 miles away. She was very low income and barely making it so I would see her and take her out to eat. Afterward, I would take her home and we would talk for a while. When I got ready to leave I would ask her if she needed a few dollars and she would usually say no. I usually gave her a twenty dollar bill anyway. Then we would hug and I'd give her a friendly kiss and go. That was the extent of our relationship until one day after this had been going on for a few months.
One Sunday we had ended up talking about dirty movies. We had been discusing the merits of foreign movies over American. I told her that I prefered erotic over porn. Some of what we talked about included the way we hated to see a man making love to a woman, then finish by pulling out and jerking off in her face. We discussed my pet hatred of seeing a woman giving a great hand or blowjob and then spitting on his pecker. It just isn't lady like. Many would argue that giving a BJ or HJ isn't lady like either but I am not in that category. I admitted to how much I loved a HJ but there are too many ways to lubricate to be spitting on it. I guess it's just me. Anyway, the nature of the conversation along with the presence of a good looking woman was having a definate effect on me. And, as I don't wear underwear, it was becoming obvious. I told her that I'd better get going and made my usual offer of money and she gave the usual answer of "No." As we hugged, I tried not to press against her too much and she noticed. She told me that this is no hug and she pulled me against her. That's when she must have felt my reaction to the conversation. I was a little embarrassed but told her that I would see her later and started to the door. She said,"Wait." She took my hand and led me to the bedroom and told me to lay down. When I did, she took my shoes and socks off, unbuckled my belt and, slowly and carefully, unzipped my pants. Since I dont wear underwear, I really appreciated that slowly and carefully part. She then pulled my pants down. By this time, I am harder than an ex-wife's heart. As she pulled them down and my ten inches sprang out, her eyes got as big as saucers. OK, I'm exagerating here. Her eyes didn't get that big. Wait. I just remembered that I have pictures in here. OK, I am about average in the pecker package. But it did spring out. She pulled my pants off and layed them on a chair, layed on the bed beside me on her left side with her head about even with my waist and proceeded to give me a great hand job. Now some may say that a HJ is a HJ. WRONG. Some women can't or wont give a good HJ. They just grab it and start jerking like they are trying to yank it off. Some will just start rubbing methodically intil it shoots. Karen makes love to your penis. She will rub slowly and lightly, gently squeezing ever so often. She pays gentle attention to the balls at the same time and at some point moves my shirt up from my stomach as not to make a mess on it. She, alternately looks from the penis and into my eyes. She has a way of holding it with both hands like a coffee mug with her thumbs on the backside and at the point between the head and shaft and gently rubbing with her thumbs. That usually does it for me. I usually blow my load at that point. When I did, she told me to wait there and she went and got a warm damp cloth and cleaned me off. As she was cleaning me, I asked her if I could do anything for her. She said,"No. You have been a good friend to me. I know that you are alone and I could tell you needed this. You have done so much for me, this is the least I can do." I told her that it wasn't necessary but I did really appreciate it. This pretty much became a routine every couple of weeks until I moved away. It never got passed the hand job. She probably felt that anything more would spoil the friendship. And maybe she was right. And anyway, I do love a hand job. Later on, she would take her shirt off and let me play with her boobs (Great nipples and I'm a nipplemaniac) and rub her butt inside her pants or shorts during the HJ but that was it. One time, during another great hand job, I had something on my mind and she could tell and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I was afraid that she would get the idea that the only reason I see her was for the hand job. She said that she knew that wasn't the case. She said that if she touoght that, I wouldn't be getting them. I haven't seen her in about two years now. I moved away and I think she did too. We just lost contact. I miss my friend Karen. And, yes. I miss her more than the hand jobs An Institution Gone
Saturday, October 29, 2011
A great institution is all but gone. One that has relieved the pain and pressure from many a young man. An institution that was my only reason for going to Nashville, other than Tootsies Orchid Lounge. The massage parlor. They survived many a disaster but I guess the hard times caught up with them. Politicians did them in, I assume. Any time there was a mayorial election, they had to lay low, but survived. But now they are gone. I guess that you could still get a massage in Nashville, but they are mostly mobile or on Craigs List. And expensive. And you have to pay extra for the "Happy ending." At one time the "Happy ending" was included. Any thing else was to be negotiated, but the hand job was a given.
My favorite was a place on 16th Av.N. down the street from the Country Music Hall of Fame. It had no sign and I am not sure how I found it. And I don't remember anyone else being there when I arrived other than the owner. I can't remember the ladies name for sure but "Sue" seems to stick in my mind. She was a slim, dark haired lady. She had very small breasts but some of the longest nipples I've seen. And I am a nipplemaniac. I am not sure that she would go further than the hand job as I never asked her. I am a lover of the hand job, so that was fine with me. One time she did do a little more but I'll get to that. I was in the Army at the time, stationed at Ft Campbell. I would head home for most weekends and would stop to see her twice a month (Pay day) on the way home. Some times more, if the money was there. It was perfect for me. That was soon after Vietnam and most women would have nothing to do with a soldier. Especially a Vietnam vet. When I would arrive, Sue would greet me at the door. She was upstairs in an old house. We would talk for a few minutes and then go into the massage room. I'd give her .00 for a half an hour. She would tell me to get ready and she would be right back. I'd get undressed and lay on my stomach on the table. There would be a towel under me and when she came back in she would place a towel across by backside. She would strip to the waist and usually have on a pair of short, shorts. She would start the massage at my shoulders and move to my arms and neck. Now, one thing different about Sue was that she gave a damn good massage. She actually knew what she was doing. She would use oil or powder depending on your preference. I chose powder for the most part and oil for the ending. But I'd leave there feeling great as well as my pipes cleaned out. She would work her way downfrom the shoulders to my back. She would rub my backside underneath the towel and lightly run her fingers up and down the crack and spreading and kneading the cheeks. Now, just for record, I am straight. But I am not ashamed to say that I love a woman to play with my butt. As she moves to my upper thighs she works the inside of them, still rubbing my cheeks ever so often. When I lay down, I made sure that my legs were parted and my penis and testicles were between them and not underneath. I'd stay accessible. Many times, as she would be working my butt and inside my upper thighs, she would "Accidentally" lightly rub her fingers across my pecker and balls. Already hard, I would sometimes shoot my load at that point. She would make some kind of comment such as,"Well, we are ready today, aren't we." She would get a warm, damp cloth, clean me off, remove the towel from underneath me and continue the massage. She would work her way down to my feet and even to my toes. After the toes, it's time to turn over. She would remove the towel from my butt and let me turn and place the towel over my privates. If I hadn't shot my load earlier, the towel would not lay flat. Even if it did lay flat at first, soon it would not. She would pretty much do the same on the front as she had in back. But now I can see more. As she is working, she is "Accidentally" touching different parts with nipples. There is nothing like the feel of nipples on you pecker as she is working your upper legs. And at times,"Accidentally" touching your privates along the way. When through with the feet, she would work her way up to the upper and inner thighs again. Now I am, or again, harder than Superman's kneecap. She pulls the towel up to my stomach so I am exposed. She dips her fingers in a bowl of warm oil and rubs it on her hands. She lays her head on my upper thigh and gently starts to rub me. She takes her time and at the same time gently massaging my balls and the perineum. With her breathing on it and looking at it, it wouldn't be long that I would shoot. At the first squirt, she would hold it a little tighter and skin it back and hold it until  I was finished shooting. At the same time she is gently squeeezing by balls. Then she slowly works it up and down a couple of times to get the last drops out. Then she would clean me off. We would talk some while getting dressed. I would tell her that I'd be back and be on my way feeling better than I had in two weeks.Before I end this, I have to tell about my last visit. A couple of months earlier, I told her that I had orders for Germany. A few days before I had to leave, I went there and informed her that this would be my last visit for about three years. She seemed genuinly sad but every thing went as usual untill the last part. She didn't oil her hands and she put her head on my lower stomach. Then she said,"Tell me before you cum,OK." She had never said that in the two years that I had been seeing her. I said,OK." At that she took a hold of me and moved her face closer and put it in her mouth. She proceeded to give me a slow, gentle and toe curling blow job. I say slow as she was taking it slowly but I, on the other hand, had to give her the warning very soon. She took it out of her mouth and the rest was as usual. She said that it was a going away present. The good old days, gone in Nashville. I swear that if I could find a woman who could give a massage like that again, I'd marry her. No questions asked. Later folks. Tell a Viet vet,"Welcome home."   I just saw that you were online....so glad to see you here, my friend! Whenever I see vets on motorcycles go by, I look and wonder if you are among them.
Added: Sunday, March 18, 2012 5:18pm
 If you ever happen to bring your Harley tribe of ex Vietnam Vets further East?....you'll ALWAYS have a place to stay Comrade.....ALWAYS! Added: Monday, January 23, 2012 3:24pm
Here's wishing you the best New Year ever!
 Added: Saturday, December 31, 2011 10:27am
  Hey you sexy thang!!! Good to see you blogging!!!  Added: Tuesday, November 29, 2011 7:53am
 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU....HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU...HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU DEAR NUDIST PERVERT ...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
  WISHING YOU A DAY FILLED WITH FUN, HAPPINESS, NUDITY AND POSSIBLY...A BLOWJOB OR 3 Added: Sunday, September 18, 2011 1:20pm
  Let's hope this is not her preferred bedroom activity too! Added: Monday, September 5, 2011 6:11pm
Thanks for the comment on my "Thank a soldier" blog entry. I will make sure to pass along your message to my friend!
Added: Sunday, July 10, 2011 4:05pm
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