Old Memories

The other night I was in Petaluma and drove past The Phoenix, which as always on a Saturday night had a crowd of teenagers milling about. Seeing that brought back a flood of memories. Although it was about a 45 minute drive from Napa, I spent a lot of nights at the Phoenix between the ages of about 16 and 20. It was about the only place where kids could see a good show. More than that, for me, was it was a great place to have anonymous sex. I've given more blow jobs in and around that building, in the bathrooms, hallways, stairways, alleys, and on the dance floor, than probably any other single place. I would sometimes fuck there too, but that was more of a challenge and usually required me to leave the building and find someplace a little less crowded (I cringe a little when I think how many times I fucked strangers up against the back all of the 7-11 just up the street). I know I wasn't the only slut doing this at the time and I hope the tradition still continues.

Anal Sex

So, since I wrote a few months ago about going on an anal sex bender, I've been thinking about that and why it is that I sometimes do that. I mean, I am always open to being fucked in the ass, but it seems that I often, once I get fucked in the ass, can't stop. So this is what I've come up with, and it's so simple that I don't know why I didn't always just know this.

When I give a blow job, I walk around with the memory of having done it, but more than that, there's the taste of cum in my mouth that lingers for up to a few hours. As long as I have that taste in my mouth all I can think of is giving another blow job. When somebody cums in my cunt, as long as I can feel the wetness down there it reminds me that I want somebody else to fuck me. It's the same with anal sex, but the lingering sensation of being fucked in my ass lasts longer. When you get ass fucked your rectum feels pleasantly stimulated for up to a day or so afterword, and it's like an itch that can only be scratched by being fucked in the ass again. And because it lasts so long, I can wake up in the morning after being ass fucked the night before and what dominates my mind is that I need to scratch that itch, I need somebody to ass fuck me again. If I get ass fucked before I go to work, at lunch time or by the time I get off work (or, in a perfect world, both) I need to get fucked again, because that's what I've been thinking about morning or all day. And I'll keep scratching that itch, keep finding somebody to fuck me in my ass, until it gets so sore that I have to stop for a few days.

So that's my current theory on that.

Oh, by the way, as you may have guessed, I got ass fucked last night and that's all I can think of this morning is when the next time somebody is going to fuck me in my ass. Sadly, tragically, I'm drawing blanks on lining something up for lunch time today. :(

That's My Pussy

While we were fucking the other night my friend's new droid made a sound, which reminded him of its
picture taking ability. Aren't you glad he remembered? That's a bruise, by the way, not a sore.

A Bleg

Believing me to be an expert on all things sexual, a friend asked me why all transexual escorts are latina. I did not know that was the case. Anybody have any ideas on this?