<?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-10352239</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:13:47.417-04:00</updated><category term='cum facial pr0n'/><title type='text'>Occasional Sex</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a 38 year-old man near Atlanta. I've been happily married for 17 years, and I occasionally have sex with my wife. Only occasionally. I created this blog to talk about all sorts of things, but mostly sex.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-3534840844080391221</id><published>2008-05-06T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:32:28.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cum facial pr0n'/><title type='text'>Where to Cum, Where to Cum?</title><content type='html'>Hi Folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about two years since I posted here. If anyone's been checking, sorry for the delay. It's not because I've been getting lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://fleshbot.com/387344/the-facial-money-shot-yes-or-no"&gt;this poll at Fleshbot&lt;/a&gt; about the facial "money shot" in pr0n/real life, and it got me thinking. I love pr0n. I love seeing cum flowing, but I really don't like facials. What I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hate is the cumshots where the girl is on her knees, mouth agape, waiting for the splurt. Then, after getting sprayed, the camera pans around her showing off the gent's handywork. Boring. And 9 times out of 10, it's absolutely apparent that the girl doesn't like cum &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;, which is a big turnoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments on that poll were interesting. I was really surprised at how many women said they liked/don't mind facials. I loved reading comments from women saying how they actually like it when their man cums on their tits and stomach. This is a serious fantasy of mine, though given my situation, I doubt I'll ever get to do it. I can dream, I suppose. Any ladies who like having cum on their tits can email me and tell me how much they like it, so I can live vicariously. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a major fantasy, that I know will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;, ever, come true. I think it would be incredibly hot to cum inside my wife and then... go down on her. I am not squeamish at all about my own cum (and &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; my own cum) and have tasted it many times, and just thinking about sucking my cum out of her pussy makes my dick really hard. I mean rock hard. There's no way I could tell my wife that I want to do this. She doesn't even like me to touch her pussy after cumming inside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls who said the like to swallow... oh my... how I wish she did... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I have to say that even though she's very sexually repressed, I still love her dearly. Thus my constant quandry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-3534840844080391221?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/3534840844080391221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=3534840844080391221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/3534840844080391221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/3534840844080391221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-to-cum-where-to-cum.html' title='Where to Cum, Where to Cum?'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-114539084037562489</id><published>2006-04-18T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:07:20.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Evans in a Coal Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/123/794/1600/se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/123/794/400/se.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.saraevans.com"&gt;Sara Evans&lt;/a&gt;. I really do. And I would love her if she'd let me... I have all of her records and generally like them all. Her latest &lt;a href="http://www.saraevans.com/pages/music/realfineplace.htm"&gt;Real Fine Place&lt;/a&gt; is not my favorite, though it does have some gems, like the title track. But that's not my point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that in the song "Coal Mine" she is singing about how she can't wait for her coal miner husband/boyfriend to get home. My favorite line in the song is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get him home,&lt;br/&gt;Ain't gonna have nothin' but the supper on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I heard that line I was driving and almost lost control of the car. I think Sara is amazingly sexy, and hearing her use a line like that was schweeeeet. Now if only she had a video of that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-114539084037562489?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/114539084037562489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=114539084037562489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/114539084037562489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/114539084037562489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2006/04/sara-evans-in-coal-mine.html' title='Sara Evans in a Coal Mine'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-114537246206883063</id><published>2006-04-18T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:01:02.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicating Scent</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at the local post office, sending my quarterly extortion payments to the IRS. While standing in line, a beautiful woman walked in wearing an ever-so-slightly form-fitting yellow top with red flowers on it and blue jean shorts. Her shirt showed the exquisite curve of her breasts without being too tight. She was lovely. I happened to be standing in front of the supplies table, and she happened to need to get there. She smiled at me as she shimmied past to get to the table, and that's when I caught her scent. It was intoxicating. It was a mixture of some perfume, soap and her natural scents. I was enraptured. I began to (mentally) swoon. Impure thoughts of what I wanted to do to her instantly began flooding my mind. I just stood there trying to casually look around the post office, surreptitiously catching glances of her. Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-114537246206883063?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/114537246206883063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=114537246206883063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/114537246206883063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/114537246206883063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2006/04/intoxicating-scent.html' title='Intoxicating Scent'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-113156550882117298</id><published>2005-11-09T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:45:08.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember "Road Head" - Sort of...</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://www.realadultsex.com/archives/2005/11/motel_69_what_we_can_learn_from_road_head.html"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt; about blowjobs in the car or "road head." I have experienced that. Once. About 16 fucking years ago... Of course, it was more frustrating than hot because she stopped before I came... grrr... I truly love my wife, but she has certain aversions that really fucking piss me off sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;/me calms down...&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that does stir a memory. I remember a friend in high school who all of a sudden started dating this girl that he was totally not suited for. She was gorgeous, amazingly smart and really sweet. He was uncouth and vulgar, which is probably why he and I got on so well... Anyway, they started dating and the next thing I know, he's banging her day and night. He told me a story once about her giving him a blowjob whilst driving. She decided to stop right as he was about to spew and as she moved her mouth off, he erupted all over her face and hair. This is clearly a case of non-communication between the two parties. Anyway, I seem to remember that they were on their way to meet her parents or some other person that wouldn't find the cum-in-the-hair thing all that amusing. I wonder if that was a true story or not... All I can say for certain is that I would have cum within about two seconds of this girl taking me in her mouth. You know, like, if she ever had...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-113156550882117298?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/113156550882117298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=113156550882117298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/113156550882117298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/113156550882117298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-remember-road-head-sort-of.html' title='I Remember &quot;Road Head&quot; - Sort of...'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-113139092875336276</id><published>2005-11-07T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:15:28.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet Blue Really Knows How To Read Erotica...</title><content type='html'>If you aren't listening to &lt;a href="http://www.tinynibbles.com/violetblue.html"&gt;Violet Blue&lt;/a&gt;'s podcast called &lt;a href="http://www.tinynibbles.com/audio.html"&gt;Open Source Sex&lt;/a&gt;, you should be. I listened to episode 18 the other day, which featured some zombie pr0n and, despite the blood and "must eat brainz" dialog, the stories really got my blood moving. She &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; knows how to read erotica and make it much more than just a sex story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-113139092875336276?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/113139092875336276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=113139092875336276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/113139092875336276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/113139092875336276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/11/violet-blue-really-knows-how-to-read.html' title='Violet Blue Really Knows How To Read Erotica...'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-112352983826514440</id><published>2005-08-08T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:37:18.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olsen Fetishes</title><content type='html'>No, not Johnny Olsen from The Price is Right. I'm talking about "The Olsens." You know, those emaciated waif sisters that so many guys jack-off to? Those girls that a ton of guys would sell a nut to fuck. Not me, of course. I was never a fan of "Full House," so I don't have that near-pedophilic obsession with them that others do. I just don't get the appeal of the Olsen twins. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have an idea. Actually, I had this idea a few years ago. It's a way for the Olsen twins to revive their sagging acting careers (&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0363282/"&gt;New York Minute&lt;/a&gt;, anyone?). All they have to do is make a porno filck together. They already hold hands in public and hang all over each other, how much of a stretch would it be for Ashley to slip Mary-Kate the tongue? Or for Mary-Kate to "stop short and make a grab" of Ashley's breast? Or, oh, I don't know, lick each other's pussies? Now, I have no real desire to see this film, though I wouldn't avert my eyes if it were on the tele. But I'm telling you right now, those girls would make a &lt;em&gt;billion&lt;/em&gt; dollars from that one film. They're already worth millions, but this is a &lt;em&gt;billion&lt;/em&gt;, man. All for a little lesbian action. And if they let some crazed fan fuck them and cum on their almost non-existant titties, they'd make &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; billion dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just an idea I thought I'd throw out. If they choose to follow my advice, I won't even ask for compensation. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-112352983826514440?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/112352983826514440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=112352983826514440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/112352983826514440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/112352983826514440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/08/olsen-fetishes.html' title='Olsen Fetishes'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111542941066729692</id><published>2005-05-06T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:30:10.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Stefanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ex-millennialgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stefanie&lt;/a&gt; added a comment to my last post, &lt;em&gt;demanding&lt;/em&gt; that I post again! :-) Well, I can't do a true, full post right now, but I will tease her with this: I received &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; blowjobs from my lovely wife this week. Yes, friends, you heard that right. One per night, two nights in a row. And they were fabulous. Incredible. The two best blowjobs I've ever had. The first one being the best ever, but then it was bested the next night by an ever best-er one. Amazing. My toes were curling like never before. I am still having toe cramps from all the curling... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not quite sure how to cope with that much sexual attention in such a short span of time. I may suddenly get greedy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111542941066729692?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111542941066729692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111542941066729692' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111542941066729692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111542941066729692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-stefanie.html' title='For Stefanie'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111418889276528341</id><published>2005-04-22T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T12:54:52.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Really Surprised Nobody Commented...</title><content type='html'>...on my &lt;a href="http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/really-fucking-strange-dream.html"&gt;really strange dream&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe it wasn't so strange after all. I guess with this crowd, maybe it wasn't... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111418889276528341?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111418889276528341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111418889276528341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111418889276528341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111418889276528341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-really-surprised-nobody-commented.html' title='I&apos;m Really Surprised Nobody Commented...'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111384798512282739</id><published>2005-04-18T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T14:13:05.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Beautiful Curve</title><content type='html'>I stopped at my favorite bagel shop this morning and was treated to a lovely sight. The girl who took my order was wearing a bright pink, long-sleeved top, with a V-neck. Under it she wore a lacy camisole-type-thing and a bra. She leaned over twice, and I was treated to the sight of just a &lt;em&gt;hint&lt;/em&gt; of her left breast. O my goodness. I was enraptured, enthralled, enlusted (is that a word? no matter...). I only saw a small bit of flesh, and I kept averting my eyes, lest she look up, catch me appreciating her luscious form, and spoil the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I could properly describe this vision of beauty. I saw white lace from her camisole, and beautiful white skin, all surrounded by the pink of her shirt. The curve of her breast was so perfect, so lovely. I wanted to caress, to kiss, to lick, but at the same time, I wanted to admire her from a distance, as if getting too close would spoil the illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I looked as long as I could, and then looked her in the eyes when she stood up to give me my change. She was gorgeous all over. Beautiful blue eyes and shapely, pink lips that looked o-so-good on her perfectly smooth skin. She was the complete package, from a beauty perspective... Ah, if only I could have a magical hidden camera to capture such visions of beauty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111384798512282739?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111384798512282739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111384798512282739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111384798512282739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111384798512282739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-beautiful-curve.html' title='What a Beautiful Curve'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111213061245483843</id><published>2005-03-29T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T16:36:00.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Cool Photo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sexnfun.net/2005/03/monday.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://people.freenet.de/fran01/lights1.jpg" title="Girl with Lights" width="200" height="301" border="0" hspace="10" vspace="10" border="0" align="right"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not an excellent picture? I love the way the lights play on her skin. I wouldn't mind playing on her skin, too... I found it &lt;a href="http://www.sexnfun.net/2005/03/monday.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111213061245483843?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111213061245483843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111213061245483843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111213061245483843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111213061245483843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/fucking-cool-photo.html' title='Fucking Cool Photo!'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111205040934800985</id><published>2005-03-28T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:53:29.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Fucking Strange Dream</title><content type='html'>OK, two nights ago, that would be Saturday night, I had an extremely bizarre dream. Surreal, in fact. Let's see if I can properly describe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a group of guys. I have no idea who they were or where we were in terms of geography. We were riding around in a Winnebago with a really attractive girl. I don't know who the girl was; I've never seen her in a dream or in real life. So we're riding around in the motor home when one of the guys suggests we go somewhere and gamble. Everyone seems to like that idea so we head to someplace that you can apparently gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull up at what looks like it might have been a car dealership at one time. The front and back walls of the building were floor-to-ceiling glass. There were no signs or anything, just lots of cars. Obviously lots of people knew about the gambling there. So in we go. Inside, there are some chairs, scattered willy-nilly around the room. Down both the right and left walls are a series of doors; probably these used to be the offices of the salesmen. Each is numbered. Strangely enough, in a place where there is supposed to be gambling, there are no card tables, slot machines, bookies, nothing. As the strangeness of the scene is dawning on me, the fellow who had been driving our RV asks the girl if she's "up for it." She enthusiastically says that she is. The driver then collects some money from each of us and walks to the back of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point that I noticed lots of other really hot women sitting around, standing, chatting. The driver comes back and says "OK, we're all set. Room 12." I am still in the dark about what is going on, but I appear to be the only one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes later a man in a bad leisure suit walks up from the back with a microphone. He says that "it's time." And "Let's get going." All of the women get up and head for the various doors; apparently each had been assigned a room. They go in and close the doors. I ask the people I'm with what the fuck is going on. "Just be patient," they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 60 seconds, we can hear moans coming from several of the rooms. &lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; kinds of moans, if you know what I mean. The girls in some of the rooms are getting really noisy. I was able to deduce that the girls were masturbating, apparently to see who could cum first. How they were going to score this, I have no idea, nor do I have any idea how the "judges" will be able to tell if the "winner" &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; crossed the finish line or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about 3 minutes after it all began, a leggy blond comes bounding out of one of the rooms with her arms in the air ala Rocky in the first Rocky movie. She's screaming "I won! I did it! Fuck you!" Over the course of the next few minutes moans in various rooms grew louder, then died away, and one by one the "losers" (who seemed to cross the finish line despite not being first) came out of their rooms and rejoined the men. But not ours. Our girl had neither cum, nor come out yet, as it were. So we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a very long time, indeed. People were leaving. Lots of people were leaving. After about an hour, the only people left in the building were the "pit boss" and us. And our girl still had not come out of her room, and it had been very quiet in there, the entire time. &lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt; she came out, looking dejected. And sweaty. She was near the point of tears and just kept saying, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it." Some of the other men we were with seemed upset, but some were consoling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out to the RV and got in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not bizarre? I usually have vivid dreams, but this was far more vivid than most nights. I wonder what it means... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111205040934800985?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111205040934800985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111205040934800985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111205040934800985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111205040934800985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/really-fucking-strange-dream.html' title='Really Fucking Strange Dream'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111083988907089954</id><published>2005-03-14T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:38:09.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Pussy</title><content type='html'>I've seen several blog posts recently about the lack of men who "love to eat pussy." Well, I have to stand up and say "Hello. My name is Gronk. And I fucking &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to eat pussy!" I love the feel of a hot, wet pussy. The smell. The taste. It's a beautiful thing. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted some of this in a comment the other day... somewhere... I don't remember where... Anyway, my love of pussy comes despite my first introduction to pussy. See, I was 16. There was this girl that worked at the same store I did. She had been flirting with me for a while, and I her. Finally, one night after we closed the store, I followed her into the bathroom. We started kissing and groping. (As an aside, she was a smoker, so kissing her was about as pleasurable as licking an ashtray... but I digress...) After a few minutes of that, I pulled her shirt off and started fondling her lovely breasts in earnest. They really were lovely. Really big ones, actually. Much larger than what I prefer today. I then shoved my hand down her pants and starts fingering her pussy. Keep in mind that this was my first sexual experience of any sort, so I was rushing things a bit. Anyway, she was wet as hell. I pulled her pants down, she leaned back against the sink and I dove into her pussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after three licks the smell was so appalling that I had to stop. I made up some excuse for why I couldn't continue, she got dressed, and we both left. In hindsight, I probably should have convinced her to give me a blowjob, but again, I was 16 and didn't really know what I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never tried again, not that I really wanted to. That pussy was the skankiest thing I can imagine. We're talking a smell so bad that if you were to smell it you'd say something like "Damn, baby! Did something crawl up inside of you and &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;?!?" Or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... that was my first pussy-licking experience. I overcame that. I love pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish my wife liked for me to love pussy. Her pussy. I would lick her pussy every morning and every night if she'd let me. I will even go so far as to say that I would be willing to lick her pussy, and get nothing in return. I love to do it that much. She says that she "just doesn't really enjoy it that much." Could it be my technique? Absolutely. I have tried all manner of techniques and followed all manner of instructions, including Sam Kinison's admonition to "lick the alphabet." It could also be all the medication she's on that I've talked about before. Either way, it means I don't get to lick pussy. Dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to lend me her pussy for a little while to check my technique? Maybe it is me... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111083988907089954?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111083988907089954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111083988907089954' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111083988907089954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111083988907089954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/eating-pussy.html' title='Eating Pussy'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111056827310268877</id><published>2005-03-11T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:11:13.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Hathaway</title><content type='html'>I like Anne Hathaway in the &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0327679/"&gt;one film&lt;/a&gt; I've seen her in. I like her breasts, too. &lt;a href="http://drunkenstepfather.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-anne-hathaway-shows-some-cleavage.html"&gt;View them here&lt;/a&gt;. Very nice side view there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111056827310268877?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111056827310268877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111056827310268877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111056827310268877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111056827310268877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/anne-hathaway.html' title='Anne Hathaway'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111039513002640741</id><published>2005-03-09T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:05:30.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie Gibson in Playboy... Ooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>This is a few weeks old, but I just found the &lt;a href="http://www.thesexblog.com/index.php?info=823"&gt;Debbie Gibson Playboy photos&lt;/a&gt; today. I'd like to take this moment to say "Day-um." I never really liked her music back in the 80's, but I always thought she was hot in sort of a sweet-innocent-virginal sort of way. I had dreams of fucking her senseless, of course, but I still thought of her as sweet, innocent and virginal. She did a lot of pictures for Playboy in this spread. I didn't think the spreads usually had that many shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111039513002640741?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111039513002640741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111039513002640741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111039513002640741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111039513002640741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/debbie-gibson-in-playboy-ooooooooooooo.html' title='Debbie Gibson in Playboy... Ooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-111014775993562413</id><published>2005-03-06T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:22:39.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Cum? WTF?</title><content type='html'>Can someone please explain to me what the fuck is up with cumming in a girl's eye? There are sites springing up all over the net with names like "Pink-Eye Chicks" or some shit, that feature a girl getting a "special" facial. Yes, friends, this facial involves a girl and someone, possibly the girl herself, holding her eye open so that when the guy cums, he can dump his cum &lt;strong&gt;right into her fucking eye!&lt;/strong&gt; I don't get that shit at all. I've heard how bad it burns when it gets in your eye, so I can't imagine someone actually &lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt; it there. I don't mind seeing facials in general, but I would much rather see the guy cum on her tits or stomach. This eye-cum shit is just fucked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-111014775993562413?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/111014775993562413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=111014775993562413' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111014775993562413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/111014775993562413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/eye-cum-wtf.html' title='Eye Cum? WTF?'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110979954463453288</id><published>2005-03-02T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:39:04.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, How About The Fleshlight?</title><content type='html'>I've been seeing references to &lt;a href="http://www.fleshlight.com"&gt;The Fleshlight&lt;/a&gt;, and I must say that I'm intrigued. I've had a latex pussy before, but it ripped (because my cock is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; massive, I'm sure... ;-) ) and I had to throw it away. It was pretty awesome the first time I used it, but my interest waned. The Fleshlight looks interesting. You can get a mouth, pussy or ass, vibe or no-vibe. (Well, I thought you could get a vibe with it; I just looked at the site again, and I don't see any mention of a vibe option.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd love to hear opinions and experiences from men who have one, or have used one. How good does it feel? Did you want to make it breakfast, or just send it home? How easy was it to clean? That pussy sleeve I had before was not that easy to clean, which was not cool. I want something that's easy to clean, but feels good. All comments welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110979954463453288?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110979954463453288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110979954463453288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110979954463453288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110979954463453288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-how-about-fleshlight.html' title='OK, How About The Fleshlight?'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110962866953773507</id><published>2005-02-28T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:11:09.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Tried Liquid O?</title><content type='html'>My wife is on lots of medication. Lots. Did I mention she takes a virtual shit-load of medication every day? One of the meds she's on is for a nerve disorder in her feet called neuropathy. Neuropathy is essentially when the insulation on nerves deteriorates and the nerves send "O FUCK THIS HURTS!" signals pretty much 24 hours a day. Well, several of the meds she's on are for that condition. What they more or less do is try to supress nerve impulses. Of course you can't target specific nerves, so this supression is pretty much systemic. The result of this is that her sexual response is way-low. I failed to mention this to you before, but there it is. That's one of the reasons why we have sex so rarely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a good talk the other day about sex and frequency, touch and response. She agreed to talk to me more about how she feels. She also agreed to be more vocal during sex to let me know what is working and what isn't. That's been one of my main frustrations is that she's very quiet during sex, very shy. Anyway, we had sex Saturday night, and it was good. She did indeed let me know what felt good, including a finger &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; deep inside her that she really liked. That was interesting. She also liked it when I had one finger in her pussy and another first-knuckle-deep in her ass. I like working her ass. Maybe she'll give it to me completely one day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the title of this posting, has anyone tried &lt;a href="http://www.liquid-o.net/main.htm"&gt;Liquid O&lt;/a&gt;? I have read the stuff on their website, but of course that's marketing. I'd like to hear from an actual living, breathing woman who has used it and how it affected her experience, good or bad. When talking with my wife, I mentioned this stuff, and she was interested. I'm also open to suggestions for other products that worked better than this one, if there are any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110962866953773507?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110962866953773507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110962866953773507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110962866953773507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110962866953773507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/anyone-tried-liquid-o.html' title='Anyone Tried Liquid O?'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110917297303485078</id><published>2005-02-23T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:36:13.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G-Spot Vibrator for My Wife</title><content type='html'>I mentioned &lt;a href="http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/medication-masturbation-and-buttplugs.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that I had bought a G-Spot vibrator as a surrpise for my wife. I've bought her vibrators before, and we've used them a bit during sex, but as I also mentioned before, she doesn't masturbate. Ever. I can't help but think that if she could get past her hang-up about touching herself, she'd be far happier and more into sex. If she could figure out what makes her cum, then she could share that bit of valuable information with me, because I damn sure haven't been able to figure it out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking of wrapping it up like a present, and putting it on her bedside table with a note telling her to open it after she drops our son off at school. I work at home every day, but on Mondays, I'm out of the house all morning. So I'm thinking of doing this next Monday. If I could somehow encourage her to try it out while I'm gone, perhaps she would give it a go. I just need to think of a really good way to word the note to help her take that all-important first step. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110917297303485078?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110917297303485078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110917297303485078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110917297303485078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110917297303485078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/g-spot-vibrator-for-my-wife.html' title='G-Spot Vibrator for My Wife'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110917255225985973</id><published>2005-02-23T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:29:12.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medication, Masturbation and Buttplugs...</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-post.html"&gt;first post&lt;/a&gt; that my doctor had given me a medication that, as a side effect, would delay ejaculation. Well, it did more than that. It made it difficult to keep an erection, and then it made if difficult to &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; an erection. I have stopped taking it, as of Sunday, and I can already tell a difference. I'd much rather go back to cumming quickly, as opposed to having trouble getting and keeping it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second topic for today deals with masturbation. Given my lack of sex with my lovely wife, masturbation is a big part of my life. With the meds, it got to where I couldn't cum from masturbation, which was a bummer. After stopping the meds, things are back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, stepping out of my straight-laced, suburban executive personality, I made some purchases from &lt;a href="http://www.goodvibes.com"&gt;Good Vibrations&lt;/a&gt; the other day. Not that I've never ordered from them, or another sex store, before, but it's &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; I ordered that's different. I needed some more lube, so I go that. I also bought my wife a G-spot vibrator that I'm going to try to surprise her with (more on that later). I've bought lube and vibrators before. What was new was that I bought &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; two buttplugs. Yes, I'm experimenting with assplay. I tried them last Saturday and... Oh... My... Goodness... What a sensation I've been missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that I bought had three balls on it, and was on the small side. I thought that would be good to start with. After looking at some pr0n to get in the mood, I applied some lube, and ZIP! up the plug went. I was surprised how easily it went in, and it felt amazingly good. I worked it for a while, loving the feeling. Then I decided to try the other plug. It was not large either, but it's large sections were larger than the first, and it was curved for prostate contact. This one also slipped in easily, and was even better. I left it in for 15 minutes or so, occasionally moving it around, in and out. Wow. Then I started stroking my cock while working the plug in and out. I came in buckets (this overcame the meds...). I was shaking for several minutes afterwards. Wow. I should have tried this sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110917255225985973?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110917255225985973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110917255225985973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110917255225985973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110917255225985973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/medication-masturbation-and-buttplugs.html' title='Medication, Masturbation and Buttplugs...'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110866481716091408</id><published>2005-02-17T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:26:57.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Couple!</title><content type='html'>You should go read &lt;a href="http://perfectmarriage.blogspot.com"&gt;A Perfect Marriage&lt;/a&gt;, if you don't already. It's a great blog. They have a very special relationship. In fact, they have exactly the kind of relationship that I have with my wife, except that they actually have sex on a regular basis. &lt;a href="http://perfectmarriage.blogspot.com/2005/02/two-new-things.html"&gt;Today's entry&lt;/a&gt; is a very exciting thing to read about. Dammit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110866481716091408?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110866481716091408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110866481716091408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110866481716091408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110866481716091408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-couple.html' title='What a Couple!'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110826991692911263</id><published>2005-02-12T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:45:16.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Hot Story</title><content type='html'>I have no idea if &lt;a href="http://www.exoticsmoke.com/dirty-stepsisters/data/0027.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; is true or not, but it's very hot. I would love to meet a girl who actually likes having a man cum on her. I don't think I ever have met such a woman, though I see that they do exist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110826991692911263?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110826991692911263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110826991692911263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110826991692911263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110826991692911263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/yet-another-hot-story.html' title='Yet Another Hot Story'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110826772340902486</id><published>2005-02-12T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:08:43.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Had Sex Last Night</title><content type='html'>Completely pedestrian, average sex. I had been looking forward to it all day. Two days, actually. Then it finally happened about 9:45 last night. I had left two lights on, but she wanted them out. Complete darkness. So I turned the lights out. We started kissing, and she starts rubbing my dick through my shorts. She reached under them and rubbed it for real, which was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then took my pants off and rubbed my cock for a few more minutes. It was ok; it pinched a little. I then started kissing her again, and took her clothes off. She hates oral sex (receiving; she does give me about 4 blowjobs a year...) so licking her pussy is out of the question. So I rub her pussy for a bit, but she's just not into it. After a few minutes she says she's ready for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get on my back and she then climbs on top of me (I love that) and we fuck that way for a few minutes. Then she rolls off because her legs are tired. I say to her "How about I get behind you and rub your ass?" She says "That would be nice." She's gotten to where she &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; likes me to rub her asshole while fucking her from behind. When she gets really relaxed and horny, I can get a bit of a finger into her before she gets nervous/scared about it. I like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she gets on her knees, I move in behind her and start fucking her. Slowly, very slowly. I don't want to cum too soon. I have lubed up my hands and I start working her asshole. She's getting into that, pushing back against my thumb and cock. It's very exciting, but then I suddenly feel the inevitible, and I blow my load inside her. It was an extremely intense orgasm for me, and a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; large load, probably eight big squirts. I love cumming inside her. I love cumming &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; her, too, but she isn't really into that. I came on her tits once, many years ago, which was wonderful, and on her neck once, which was also hot. She pretty much only likes it inside her. Alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then lay next to each other for a few minutes, exchanging "I Love You"'s and cuddling. Then she heads to the bathroom to clean up. As do I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife has never had an orgasm. I've tried everything I can think of. I've read more books on making women cum than I can count. I've researched it. And I've &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to get her to work on it, too. But she won't. She doesn't like to talk about sex. She is very put off when, during sex, I ask her what she wants or if something I'm doing feels good or not. And trying to discuss sex while we're not having sex is just as fruitless. She gets embarassed and clams up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, she won't let me go down on her, which is unfortunate since so many women who can't cum from intercourse seem to be able to cum that way. I've bought her vibrators before, too. The last one was one of those Japanese rabbits; I got it for her for our anniversary last year. I used it on her that night, and we've used it once since, but that's it. And she doesn't masturbate. Ever. I honestly believe that she's never touched herself for pleasure in her life. She thinks it's gross or something, so trying to use the rabbit while I'm not there, to try to figure out what makes her tick, is out of the question, as far as she's concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just take the sex when I can get it. Sometimes she gets really into it, and other times she doesn't. I just try to get her to enjoy it while I enjoy it, and be happy with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110826772340902486?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110826772340902486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110826772340902486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110826772340902486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110826772340902486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-had-sex-last-night.html' title='We Had Sex Last Night'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110813100689885757</id><published>2005-02-11T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:10:06.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night - No Joy</title><content type='html'>I had hoped I might get some lovin' last night, but alas, it didn't happen. The Wife has been, I thought, dropping subtle hints that she was interested. As I was putting our son to bed, I heard sounds in the bedroom that I thought &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be her getting out some lingerie. But, when I entered the bedroom, she was in her normal pj's and watching tv. I tried a little kissing and rubbing her back, but it didn't work. I went to sleep shortly thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all may not be lost. The other night I gave her a nice long back, shoulders and arms massage. The next morning she came up behind me in the kitchen, wrapped her arms around me from behind, pressing her lovely breasts into my back. She thanked me for the massage the night before, saying that she would give me a massage in return. I turned around, she grabbed my crotch and said "I know which area you like to have rubbed. How about Friday night?" So it's now Friday. Keep you fingers crossed that we get jiggy with each other tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest anyone think me callous, let me say that I truly do love my wife. I am hopelessly, madly, perpetually in love with her. I love our life together. I love our son. I just wish she liked to have sex more often than once a month... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110813100689885757?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110813100689885757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110813100689885757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110813100689885757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110813100689885757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-night-no-joy.html' title='Last Night - No Joy'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110727544373316091</id><published>2005-02-01T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:30:43.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Hot Story</title><content type='html'>This is a very hot, exciting story. I love sex stories written by women who really enjoy sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://girlwithaonetrackmind.blogspot.com/2005/01/mirror-mirror.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110727544373316091?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://girlwithaonetrackmind.blogspot.com/2005/01/mirror-mirror.html' title='Very Hot Story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110727544373316091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110727544373316091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110727544373316091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110727544373316091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/very-hot-story.html' title='Very Hot Story'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110727423031516153</id><published>2005-02-01T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:10:30.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Sex Occurred</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay in updating, but the aforementioned possible sex with the wife turned into reality sex. And it was excellent. The meds I mentioned did indeed have the effect of delaying ejaculation, and I was, in my own way, a long-lasting sexual god that night. I was pumping away, with several position changes, for 30 minutes. Wow. I've never lasted that long, and it was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as always, as soon as I came inside my wife, she lay there for a minute or so, then got up to go to the bathroom and clean up.  Ah well... it was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110727423031516153?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110727423031516153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110727423031516153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110727423031516153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110727423031516153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-sex-occurred.html' title='Good Sex Occurred'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10352239.post-110652010529705628</id><published>2005-01-23T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:41:45.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm writing this blog under the assumption that "If you build it, they will come." Visitors, that is. I don't know who wants to listen to me bitch about how little sex I get, but maybe there will be someone. Who knows? Stranger things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more tomorrow about who I am and why I feel the need to write this blog, but right now, let me say that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may &lt;/span&gt;get to have sex with my wife tonight. Signs are good. She had that devilish twinkle in her eye before she left the house a little while ago. We'll see if it actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when it does, it will be a trial run, of sorts. I have recently begun taking a new prescription that my doctor said has the side effect of delaying ejaculation. I said to him, "And that's somehow a negative side effect?" Seriously, while I've never had premature ejaculation, I have never lasted very long, depending on how much foreplay we engaged in beforehand. The more foreplay, the shorter I lasted. I'm excited to see if this medication really helps me last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10352239-110652010529705628?l=occasionalsex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/feeds/110652010529705628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10352239&amp;postID=110652010529705628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110652010529705628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10352239/posts/default/110652010529705628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasionalsex.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Gronk Gronkstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16031621542612869091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
