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Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
4:48 am	Sorry, kids. Daddy just went to the store... I am still alive. Alive and kicking, and doing well. I found love, or she found me, and she convinced me, to- yes, find her also. Was not looking to get into another relationship, but she found me, and she bumped into me, and she convinced me- that she was the kind of girl to take out. And suddenly, I found us inseperable. And suddenly, I found us, well, we're getting the keys to a house tomorrow, and she's beautiful, and totally into me, and yeah... the first girl that could convince me I was worth her affection. It's because she's smart. Smart enough to have left me by now if I wasn't worth her. How is everyone doing? Sorry for my absence. Ian (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 7th, 2006
12:25 pm	Swing - Sugar - and the Color Orange For dentellexxnoire, Now, anyone can tell you Fiji is a beautiful place. Even the name alone, spelled and said, sounds exotic. Fiji. No wonder they named a water after it. Who here isn't tired of drinking the same old glacier water of some distant valley you never heard of. But, Fiji? You think of the crystal clear waters that would swim amongst your feet as your toes buried in the sand. Looking down into the water and seeing the sea life milling about like some old Disney film. They're not there to harm, but rather just enjoy. They look at you, you look at them, both parties revelling in the different worlds they get to gaze at. This is the place that I'd take you. Just to get away from it all. Maybe the world we left would still echo in our ears, but after awhile, it'd dissipate with the wind that gently blows our shirts back into our bodies. Making the fabric stick to us with our sweat, and the perspiration kicked up from the wave tops. Without a care in the world, we resort to our childhood of splashing each other, and dunking each other in the water. Trying to get the best of the other. After several times of me overpowering you, and getting you wet, you finally get a good shot in- wrapping your leg around mine, and pushing. Suddenly, I'm soaked, and you're laughing and running away. In the evening, we'd sit on a porch swing. (You remember our porch?) Little huts out into the water, accessible by a long ramp that goes to the mainland. We'd sit in the swing, and we'd rock back and forth, and ask inane questions to get to know aside of each other very few other people know. I would ask what you'd rather wear for the rest of your life- a toga or a tutu, and you'd laugh and answer, and follow up with a question of what I'd rather eat for the rest of my life- raw steak or a grain of rice a minute. (Raw steak) We'd nestle close, but only in that way that trusting friends do. You have a boyfriend, and I have other responsibilities. At night, we'd break out the liquor. The frozen dauquiri's. The fruit that's covered in a powdered sugar, with warm chocolate to dip it in. This would be our dinner. Drinks and Fruit. And, it's not overly impossible, if we felt a little buzz from all of this. Over the water, in the night, fireflies would dance with the stars, and we'd look at them, and sigh from time to time. The weight from our shoulders removing itself ever so gently over a graceful period of time. Affectionately, you'd kiss my neck, and I'd run my fingers through your hair, and we'd talk. And talk, and talk, until the orange sunrise started happening in the horizon. Only then, would we retire to bed, so we can nestle in the white cotton sheets, with just a single fan blowing on us, and sleep during the day so that it was warm and cozy. So that the breeze felt good against our miniscule hairs, and we'd wake up only to reposition the spooning. Forgive me if I kiss your shoulder- it just seemed to perfect of an opportunity to... Ian Current Mood: calm (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 3rd, 2006
2:39 pm	A quick story for the patient... If it was enough, it wasn't asked for, or warranted, or acknowledged as such.  She simply was coming over to hang out, and he was simply inviting because she was bored, and he was bored, and there was nothing left to do.  Both of their eyes carried baggage of long days and sleepless nights.  Both of their bodies carried the exhaustion working your ass off day in and day out weighs on you.  He hasn't slept well for a couple nights, and she, just, well- he didn't know.  She simply was very wanting of coming over to hang out.  She was one of those kind of people.  She hated to be alone, and she was alone all too much nowadays because of her work.  Old friends, distant crushes- of which, they just never talked about.   It was the way she looked at him over the countertop.  Her welcome into the apartment was only a couple moments ago, but she looked around his apartment and was impressed with everything.  Impressed at the space, at the light, at the way he wasn't moved in yet, and he was probably there for awhile.  She gave the usual compliment of how nice it looked, and he thanked her, and then she looked at him.  And he knew.  He simply stepped around the counter, took her face in his hands, and kissed her with a sweet peck at first to introduce the passionate kiss after.  Opening her mouth with his lips, and dancing his tongue against hers, they consumed each others breath.  Pressing body against body as if two exhausted bodies make one energetic one- their hips pressed hard into each other with their sex's immediately warm. They never kissed before this, but it felt so natural and right that it didn't surprise them what they were doing.  Her hands grabbed at his shoulder blades underneath the shirt, and her nails marked her territory.  A moan escaped, as he kissed her neck, and nuzzled her hair away with his nose.  Hands fumbling at clothing, trying to rip off the clothes with no sense of grace, and stripping their bodies bare.  Her pressure was just enough to make her quit breathing, and only when his hand found it's way within the waistband of her khaki's did she let out a breath with a curse.  "Fuck," she said as his fingers moistened outside of her, in order to gain entrance with her.  His fingers inside, he almost felt as if he could lift her up with just his index and middle fingers, because she went to her tippy-toes, and leaned back against the wall. She fumbled at her belt, and the top button, and her zipper to get her pants off, and give him more entry, but it was a move she'd regret a little, because as soon as the pants slipped to her knees, he was on his, engulfing her clit, and lips, with his mouth.  Seperating labia with tongue, and pressing his talkative muscle against her most sensitive of spots.  The two fingers buried inside her, and his pinky slipping past the taint in order to rest between her cheeks, she didn't know what to touch.  Her hands, liked two escaped convicts, ran through his hair, ran across her stomach, pinched her nipples, and found their way to her mouth where she bit them.  She tried not to scream.  She didn't want him knowing how much she was enjoying his head between her legs.  The thought of him down in front of her made her so hot, but she didn't want the climax at the beginning of the story, even though her knees were shaking, and her resolve was weakening.  Before she came, though, she grabbed his hair with the strength of something you hate, and brought him back up to his feet to kiss him, to taste herself, to take it all in. Kicking off her pants, he began to take off his jeans, and his hard-on was soon invited to the air, to the party.  She grabbed at it, hungry for it, but as soon as he realized the only reason she was kissing his neck, while stroking his penis, was to start a hike with her tongue, from his neck, to his chest, to his stomach to below, and before she could get around nipple one, he grabbed placed his palm on her chest, and pushed her back against the wall.  She tried to sink to her knees again, but this time he grabbed her by the throat, not hard enough to choke, but firm enough to place back against the wall. "Why?" She asked, and he stepped up to her, lifting her by picking up her thighs and wrapping her legs around him.  Immediately, he was inside her, and all the way back to her cervix.  She screamed, letting it all out, and wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, and he continued to thrust against her, thrusting her against the wall, thrusting against her wall.  She wanted him to orgasm right than, just seconds after entering her.  It was too good, felt too good, she didn't think it could last, she wanted it over, she wanted him to feel as good as she was feeling, she wanted to feel filled up with his cum, she wanted to drip over the floor she was just admiring minutes ago for it's tiling.  She kissed him, and even the kiss was as hard as the beginning.  Each thrust felt like the first thrust.  Each moan felt like the one she was just trying to conceal.  And as one hand held her in the air, the other found it's way between her ass cheeks and she felt penetrated again.   He kissed her neck, and that was all it took.  She came, and the shaking of her, and quivering, and her screaming, and moaning, and her kegal muscles clenching, made him cum with her, and he let out his first moan.   As he collapsed with her against that wall, and she waited for everything to stop shaking before let her feet hit the floor again.  Before she dismounted herself from his penis which was still hard and not gleaming in the streetlight filtering in through the window.  She stooped down, and gave it a kiss, and with the added sensation his penis jumped a bit.   "So, uh...  you want to see the rest of the apartment?"  He asked.  Wiping the sweat from the back of his neck. That's when she gave him the look again... Ian Current Mood: horny (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 19th, 2006
4:42 pm	Was that all the questions coming to me? Ian (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 11th, 2006
3:06 pm	Question Ask me a question. It doesn't have to be about me.  It doesn't have to be about you. It doesn't have to be about anything. Just ask something you always wanted to know.  And I'll give you a believeable response.  Ian (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 28th, 2006
11:21 am	I am so broke...  it's enlightening. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 25th, 2006
1:23 pm	Sweat - Tongue - Apple If I it was as simple to describe as thus: "Man and woman meet- instant attraction" we wouldn't need such things as book bindings, page numbers, and other things a complicated story could entail for publishing purposes.  If we could simply tell people that her skin was as smooth as a wet peach.  If we could whisper that her voice was as commanding in a whisper and she never raised unless to laugh,  well...  I guess I could tell you simply and sweetly everything about her.  And if I could tell you, without getting flustered, how this woman is my life, my heart, and soul- without sounding cliche- I wouldn't be so flustered right now.  And with three simple words- sweat, tongue, and apple...  If I could paint you a story about this woman, this girl, this lady of mine, with these three words, well, I might not have such writer's block right now... ( Read more... )    Ian Current Mood: complacent (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
8:56 pm	A story soon Sweat - tongue - apple Maybe this'll get you out of hiding, mgabe A story for you... soon... Ian (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 21st, 2006
4:44 pm	Ian- tired. Give me Five songs you think are great songs to be in bed with someone with- Give me three reasons why it's always more fun to have sex in the dirtiest of places Give me two foods that will never be attractive for the opposite sex to eat Give me four things that someone can do with you in bed, that doesn't involve sex, but makes the moment perfect   (ie. A lover of mine used to circle her tongue around my lips...) If you met me in a bar, what would your first thought be- giving that I'm exactly like the actor I compared myself to below...  Tell me a joke Tell me the next three thoughts or memories on your mind Tell me you miss me. I miss you. Ian (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
12:38 pm	Love in the Time of Business So, I've been busy.  And since some of you ask- yes, I am happy while I'm busy.  I'm unhappy that I don't have time to update anymore, and I'm even sad, that I don't have time to read your guys' journal entries.  I apologize.  I moved to a place that was supposed to have internet, and the don't, and I'm internet-less until I figure out either a) how to afford it with my new rent, or b) figure out how to steal it.  So, until than- my updates will be few and far between.  And, just now, for some reason, my fingers got really warm.  I don't know why.  I knew a pianist once whose fingers got cold if he played too long.  So, maybe it's the reverse as I type.   But, since this has been acting as my sexual journal, I will continue on with that.  And I will say that my sex life got better after that last entry.  A girl who only came with me, came back to see me after quite some time.  And, she told me how horny she was in the way that girls told me they were horny in high school.  The way of: "i'm horny, just telling you- not really wanting YOU to do anything about it..."  Because as some people know- I was that trustworthy male friend that took everything in stride, and put  girls tears to bed with a kiss on the forehead.  It wasn't until I became a sexual beast, and I laugh as I write this, but it wasn't until I touched a woman intimately that I realized- i thirst for more.  And I can do more for a woman when it comes to the bedroom.  I felt that if the best way for a woman to get off of her current niche was to get her off, than that was the best way for both of us.  I had sex without cumming, I had sex until she came and wanted to cuddle.  I had sex until hands were being pushed away until I was being told it: "felt too good." My latest sexual escapade was with a girl that I loved to love, and she's pretty good in bed.  I didn't realize it until the LAST time when we awoke in the morning.  (She said that I "tricked her" which hurt, because she was half asleep, and I thought she was awake, and well, that just really sucks to hear.  After that- cumming was a pretty impossibility, and we stopped) but the way her back moved as my abs moved to do the grinding move, I realized how talented she was at making love sideways, and boy, does she feel good inside.  The kinda girl that gets so wet everything just slides.   But, the second to last time?  In the middle of everything, she grabbed my neck to lift herself off the bed, and whisper in my ear: "You're gonna make me cum."  And I loved it.  And she repeated it in different terms: "Make me cum before you do."  "Are you gonna make me cum?"  "I want to cum."  Her constant whispering just made me want to fuck her longer.  I'm not the kinda wham-bam-thank you ma'am kinda guy.  I love to just love.  I'm not in it for the cumming, I'm in it for the moans, and the sighs, and the grunts, and the dirty talk, and the yelps, and everything.  I'm in it for the open mouth breathing, the kissing, the licking, and biting, and scratching.  The closed eyes, the holding close, the re-positioning, the fucking.  That's what I'm in it for.  And to have her like that.  Completely bare, and asking for me to do my tricks.  To play with the clit as I fuck her.  To kiss her again, like lovers, was just simply amazing...  And we kissed sweetly, as I remember- the last time we kissed before that, she was kinda drunk, and the kissing was kinda deep...  We kissed sweetly, letting our lips fall where they may.  Letting our tongues just touch.  The kinda of kiss that can last for a split second, or go on for a couple of thrusts. And I made her cum again, and her whole body tenses up, almost to the point where she's lifted off the bed, and lifting me with her, so I can't keep fucking, and she grabbed the back of my neck, bringing my face into the pillow next to her, and to have her cum, after 2 years of lovers she didn't trust enough to do it, was simply one of the best feelings in the world.  It's also very nice to go down on someone that says: "You always enjoyed to do down on me."  And, it's nice when you can say the same thing back to the person.   But, I failed in one aspect- I've been very bad at keeping up with keeping my body hydrated, and I haven't eaten for awhile.  She just bought new sheets, so she didn't want me to cum anywhere but her mouth, and I, apparently, was veyr bitter that night.  So, damn, that sucks.  But, I lack the humility to keep it a secret.  Just a fair warning- keep hydrated.  You know how when you urinate and you're very well hydrated, your urine is like water- odor-less, and clear.  Well, that's really the same thing for cum.  It's better for the girl if you keep hydrated.  But, this is the same girl we ran experiments with- and she hated it when I had pineapple juice like the myth says.  So, mythbusters?  Bust that.   So, it's the same girl I wished to make love to again.  And I'm glad I did.  And of course, still unsatisfied.  Because this was the same girl that if she or I woke up in the middle of the night, we'd wake the other up to fuck again.  And I have yet to make love to her more than once in a sitting.  The last time?  We didn't even finish.  Whether it be her, or someone else, the next girl is in for a marathon...  Cuz, what's better than that?  Right? Ian Current Mood: content (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 1st, 2006
10:24 am	She was my first, what you can consider, lover.  She was the one that taught me all the moves.  She was the one that laid there, as I found the correct way to enter, and such.  Being this girl, she was always the girl I compared other girls to.  She was the one that was the basis for everything.  And when I found myself single, and she found herself bored- she decided to go down memory road one more time.  Her current lover was very squeamish about having sex without protection, and she was a girl who always got checked every year for STD's, and I'm the kind of guy whose not squeamish about protection- I just live by the credo where if you "can't keep it in your pants, keep it in the ex's".  So, we didn't talk for awhile, and then, out of the blue, I got an IM where she said she missed me orgasming inside of her, and that she was masturbating, and I took it as a joke, and the next day, she said she still meant it, and my mind got foggy and distracted again. But, it wasn't for awhile that we ever got together.  I was now growing hornier and hornier.  I was doing well without it, and not thinking about it, but for the pure maybe-semi-promise of something?  I now was a quick-blood-pumping man.  And, she was a constant thought.  I remembered how we could do it anywhere, and everywhere.  How she gave me head in the back of a Mustang as friends of ours drove the car.  I remember having sex in the second floor bedroom on vacation during the day as everyone waited for us downstairs.  Before this, she had given me head after Cinco de Mayo celebrations in her friends bathroom.  And even though I came, I felt it was an ultimate tease.  Because, until then, we were rubbing against each other in the lobby of her friends apartment building.  Her ass was all over my crotch, and all I wanted to do was fuck until we had no energy left.  And, as everyone hung out in the family room, my hands were down her pants, and up her shirt, and her hand was on my pants, making me hard, and when everyone went to sleep, I was on top of her- our tongues dancing together, and I asked her to accompany me to the bathroom.  You see, I know it was around her time of the month, so I was figuring we could jump in the shower, drunk, and fuck- like if we weren't in a friends shower.  But, as soon as we entered the bathroom, she sat on the toilet, and took me in her mouth.  And I told her I was going to come, and she told me that was the point... So, after that, I was teased, and she told me it wasn't going to happen again, and I ended anything.  I felt mind-fucked.  So, fast forward to her IM, and our meet-up: That night was weird.  I was between two apartments, and so, at that time, I was sleeping on a bare mattress in my old one.  And a female room mate of mine got home drunk, and my lover's call woke me up just in time for the drunkard to be passing by my door to see that I was up.  She jumped on top of me, while i'm trying to have a phone call, and I keep my knees up between us, because I had just woken up, and I was aroused in my sleep.  So, to make sure my hard-on didn't rub against this drunk girl who was trying to initiate something (I was in a t-shirt and boxers), I hung up the phone, and threw her off, and she asked for a cigarette, and I gave her one and she stormed out.  And i called back my lover, who was not in the mood to fool around, she said, and told me to just go back to sleep.  Because of my almost molestation, I told her I was going to my new apartment, and she said she'd meet me there. Now, it's all innocent.  We talked.  My new apartment had nothing unpacked.  So, I set up the sheets and pillows of my bed on the floor where I thought my sheets and pillows should be.  And we talked, and I showed her my place, and it suddenly became clear she was sleeping over.  We laid down on the sheets, and then got up to brush our teeth, and then laid back down.  And pretty much just talked in that weird- how close are we going to get physically to each other? kinda way.  Where she's laying down, and she might lay a leg on top of mine, and our faces our six inches apart.  So, I began to rub her back, getting closer and closer to her ass.  Rubbing my fingertips lightly over her to give her the chills, because I know how much she likes that.  Digging my fingernails into her skin as much as possible, but I bite mine, so it doesn't work out too well.  And suddenly, with my hand down her pants, we finally got the idea of what we were meant to do- But, bear in mind, until then, I didn't have sex for awhile.  Like, probably the longest break from sex I've ever had since the loss of my virginity.  So, I was sensitive.  The feeling of being inside a woman is something that you always forget when not in, but when inside- it seems you never left.  And we kissed- we always seem to kiss when we're all ready in hot and heavy mode- not before.  And she rolled me on top of her, and I'm pretty sure- within ten minutes later?  I was done.  And that sucks.  And I rolled off her, and just laid there- in bliss because it was such a long break... And we held each other all night.  Which I don't remember doing with a girl for a long time.  Usually, you cuddle, and pretty soon, end up taking your sides of the bed, but no.  Everytime I woke up?  I was holding onto her.  There were, probably, about three times I woke up, hard- and wanting more.  but, I figured, I'd just let her sleep.  If she didn't get the hint with me rising between her legs to rest just below her vagina- she either was too asleep, or not having it.  So, with hopes this wasn't our last time?  I just let her sleep. And it turns out- it was our last time.  So... there you go. Hello everybody, Ian (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 18th, 2006
3:19 pm	Ian's sad.  Because, Ian can't update much anymore. Ian apologizes. Ian will be back when life lets him.   (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
1:11 pm	Welll.... This is just terrible... http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14360161/ Ian (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 14th, 2006
11:37 am	Sorry.  I'm still around. But busy. Just thought I'd post for all my friends who are sticklers of the "Post-or-be-defriended" policy. Ian (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
1:08 pm	Woe is Me I was doing just fine with hormones, and the lack of sex, until a friend tried to set up a booty-call with me. And now, I feel hornier than Hell.  And, I don't like it. Woe is me.  *sarcastic*  I'm sure some of you have worse problems... Ian (21 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
4:46 pm	Hmmm I have so many thoughts going on in my head. And none I want to express... That's strange. Are you alone in this world?  Or are you apart of something else? I stood on a walkway last night, and felt like the only person up and about.  I feel I am alone in this world.  When I die, no big ripple is going to disturb the world. But, the butterfly effect is such a sexy concept... So many thoughts. Ian (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 5th, 2006
9:38 pm	The Conversation - Dirty - Part One He sits in the bar, waiting, anticipating- nothing.  He’s not concerned with his night, or what happened during the day.  His love, his life, rests amidst the ice cubes, and whiskey in his drink.  His focus, remains on the drowned cherry at the bottom.  His thoughts- in finishing the drink, and going home, to where work waits.  Where hundreds of thousands of dollars are discussed on voice mails, and text messages.    He waits to go back to work.  He misses it.  He loves it.  And he thinks constantly about it, until a brunette sat next to him.  A brunette with bangs she’s constantly dragging to the side of her face.  A brunette with a slim build, and almost perfect composure.  A lady with a smile that dictates her face, and a smell the mixes well with his liquor.    But, he’s not the bullshit kind of guy- so he jumps right into it... ( Read more... ) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
9:36 pm	The Conversation - Dirty - Part 2 PART TWO ( Read more... ) IAN (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
4:33 pm	Erotic story For xblownxkissesx (Sorry this is so late) "Ugh, it's so hot," You say, and you take the wrap you had on from around your neck, and pitch it to the floor.  You stand, before a full length mirror, in a dress that just sa-shay's with your body as you move.  We try to get ready for a ball, an event, a banquet at some high-end charity function that cost five thousand dollars a plate, but yet, we don't even know who is supposed to be talking.  We're hoping not someone political, though.  The politicals ones are always a drag.  I lay on the bed, been dressed, and now slightly de-dressed as I wait for you to find the proper compliment for your neck.  Nothing I bought you that shimmers and shines suits you in this dress, and the sheer scarf- well, it now lies motionless on the floor by your feet. ( Read more... ) Ian Current Mood: awake (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006
11:35 pm	A short fantasy... (kinda dirty) A fantasy? Does a fantasy die when you live it? There's a question for you... I don't really have any fantasies that are still pumping blood, a couple that are on life support because the financials of my success haven't yet cleared the banks, and the timeline of my busy schedule, has yet to part clouds and allow me to make love on volcanic rock... A spoken fantasy is never as good without both parties involved, so let me lend my hand out to you, and invite you up onto my horse drawn buggie, as it sits in Central Park, with winter lights about. A light snow falling. You're cold, because you're skinny, and the goosebumps are raising the hairs off your arms. I wrap you in a fur blanket (it can be fake if you prefer) but fake or not, it's soft, and smells of lavendar. You cuddle close to me, and I hold you tight. I take off my jacket to give you one more layer of warmth, and I face the brisk air myself. I escape into the warmth into my head so you don't hear my teeth chatter. I focus on your body pressed to mine, and conserve the heat, like a solar panel absorbing the sun in the shade. Your hands, warming up underneath the blanket, find my thigh, and immediately melt the biological frost off my lap. They trail up to my crotch, find it, and following my hard-on back down my leg as it grows. Calmly, you stroke me through my suit pants, keeping an eye on our driver. Driver? The man with the reins, reigning in the horses to go this way and that. I lean down and kiss you. Our breath- fogging between us. Your lips taste like strawberries, and mine taste of Red Wine and Spearmint. Both of our tongues, perfectly wet, and dance around with each other. While you give me sexual pleasure, I caress your cheek, your jawline, your neck. You're in love with the warmth I give, and I'm in love with your touch. I cum. The sticky, warm jizz in my pants leg. Not an exorbanant amount, because we've been fucking all day, but enough for me to have to remind myself to carry my jacket downlow to avoid people seeing the wet mark. I kiss you, once, lightly. And tuck you back under my arm. And you moan a sweet approval. "It's a beautiful night," you say. And I sigh a response. Ian Current Mood: amused Current Music: Go - Common (41 Comments |Comment on this)