I'm not feeling well today, so no entry... it'll happen ASAP, though.

Been a while, eh?

So the girl (the esteemed Dina, previously referred to as "Kate") and I have been living together for four months tomorrow, and have been officially dating for just over six months... so of course, the dreaded "M" word has been discussed... more than a few times.

This presents a small dilemma for me, since I have four friends who have an equal claim on the best man spot. Fortunately, two of them are not interested, because they'd have to talk. That leaves two- either of whom would be crushed if I didn't pick them. So I had an idea- one of them gets to be best man, I'll pay for the other to be ordained in the Church of Life (like fifty bucks) and they can perform the ceremony. I'm not particularly religious, neither is Kate, so for us, having a friend instead of someone we've never met is a great idea.

Of course I had my choice for each- my buddy Noah would have made the perfect "minister," since he has a theater background, and he's comfortable talking in front of crowds. Plus, I'd rather have Chris be my best man, since he's been my best friend for oh, thirteen years.

And the bachelor party... Chris will throw a party that is worthy of my departure from the playing field. Noah doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, and since he's recently become annoyingly religious and thinks nudity is horrid... well, my theory is there should be some naked flesh around for the night. Not that I'll fuck, but hey... I've always enjoyed strippers.

Let me back up a little... a few months ago, Noah called me at like two in the morning, in tears. His girlfriend, who thinks saying a "bad word" is the same in God's eyes as murdering a nun (my exact example), found out he participated in the UselessJunk forums. Oooh... those forums ocassionally have nudity! So she decided he was addicted to porn.

This gets better.

He told me, the next day, that he'd decided she was right, and he was begging her to forgive him... for looking at naked girls before he even met her. That's right, the posts she was so upset about came BEFORE HE MET HER!

She was checking up on him, found something she didn't like, and he apologized. The mind is boggled. Anyway... now, he won't visit a website where there MIGHT be a link to nudity. Like, say, Fark. Fucking ridiculous.

Anyway, so I mentioned my plan to him, knowing full well he might not want to do it, since he's now kinda... well, lame. He said no, but that he'd gladly show me debauchery isn't needed for a good bachelor party.

Oh, Noah? You just voted yourself out of the wedding party.

Look, I've got no problem with religion- well, I do, but only organized religion, not with people's individual beliefs. My problem comes with people who change dramatically just to date one certain person. Compromise is good- that's why there is a shower mat in my shower, sheets on my bed, and all the dishes are clean. But then there's one person dominating a relationship...

Prior to the new girlfriend, Noah could rattle anyone's cages in a religious debate, and he wielded profanity almost as expertly as I do... now he doesn't swear, won't laugh at funny things (and has denounced his favorite comedians as "vulgar"), and thinks that nudity is something to be ashamed of.

This is someone I once double-teamed a girl with. Someone who dated a hot-ass bi-sexual girl, and tried to work a threesome with her. Someone who described himself as "militantly athiestic."

This isn't tweaking- it's a complete change. And it's a fucking shame.

Here's the point of this little rant- boys and girls, there are hundreds and thousands of people out there. Millions and billions, even. Statistically, there are six hundred and twelve thousand people you, personally, could fall in love with- pheromonely speaking.

It's not worth being anything but yourself. And if your personality is so weak it can be manipulated by someone you date, then I don't need to associate with you.

Which sucks, because he was one of my best friends.

But it does lead me to an interesting idea... when the day is closer (it's years away now), if Noah isn't less of a pussy by then, then shit... maybe I'll run a contest of some sort on here, with the winner getting to do the honors.

Or maybe that's a silly idea.

Either way, I'm planning on posting something a little spicier tomorrow, and I will allow you to vote on what it is- in the comments, if you care, pick a topic:

1) The last girl I slept with before Dina
2) My first threesome
3) Anal with Dina, the first time

There you go. Majority rules.

Is anyone still out there?

I've been itching to write... not specifically sex stories, per se... but just in general.

I'm hoping to do some editing for the links, updating them with what I regularly read by this weekend, and be back to posting by Monday.

Spread the word- the one and only SmokingGun is back.

Ok, well, my girlfriend is moving in with me. This is a part of my life she probably doesn't need/want to know about. So... I'm dropping this blog. I'm saying goodbye to all of you right now, and thanking you for reading/commenting/writing/sending beautiful pictures/etcetera.

I'll still be on Yahoo IM from time to time, and I expect to hear from a lot of you. Or else I'll be hurt and sad and depressed. And those of you who have my number, you better keep calling.

This time, it's for real and for keeps.

Take care of yourselves, and each other.

Sorry for the delay... I've been away for a long time on a business trip. An eventful business trip, to say the least.

One night in particular is the topic for tonight. So the group of us, twenty or so strong, go out to dinner at a five star Itallian restaurant. There's discussion of "fun night," which is apparently the code for "getting shitfaced." I don't really pay attention, because I know I'm not a part of the core group- I'm an outsider only there for a few days (which ended up being almost two weeks after a few major problems, but I didn't know that then). Lots of stories are swapped around our table, and we all have a really good time.

As we're leaving, a guy I'd become sort of friendly with says "Hey, you want me to grab you some beer? We're doing a booze run." I say sure, pick me up a couple six packs, I'll have a few drinks. Later that night, I end up drinking with about seven other people... including this girl Cassandra. She's definitely a hottie, and there's a vibe between us, but it's just harmless, playful flirtation.

The night goes on. We play numerous drinking games, and I play well, for I am a professional at such things. Finally, it's two in the morning and people are falling out. There's one six pack left, Cassandra and I are still in a drinking mood, so we grab the beer and head for my room, since it's only a few doors down.

As she takes a seat on the bed, I notice the tattoo on her ankle. I compliment it, and she asks if I want to see the rest of her ink. I say "Of course!" and she takes off her shirt, showing me the naked handcuffed girl on her back... one that looks an awful lot like a cartoon version of her. At this point I remember her saying something to another girl about the S&M room in her basement and how her ex built it, and I say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Top or bottom?"

"Bottom. Always."

We talk about S&M, the concept of submission, and things of that nature. Her shirt remains off, and she's in a bra and a pair of jeans. So hot. She asks if I'm into "the scene" and I giggle a little, saying I enjoy the activities but not the social aspect.

"Let's see... I'm incredibly intimidated by you, but I also feel extremely safe. You're a Dom."

i nod, and she says, fairly out of the blue, "I want to get my nipples pierced... but I don't think they're right for rings." She then proceeds to pull her bra down, showing me a fantastic set of breasts. I have no words for this, but we talk about God only knows what. She eventually takes her bra off, pushing her arms together to frame her tits.

"I can't do this... I have a girlfriend."

"I completely understand" said while removing her jeans, revealing a black thong.

"Seriously... I can't."

"Ok" said while bending over the edge of the bed, beautiful heart-shaped ass in the air.

"You can spank me if you want."

A sharp intake of breath. Thoughts of Kate running through my mind, rationalizing that the odds are extremely good she'd never find out. My hand cupping slightly, taking position on it's own, for maximum sound and minimum pain.

"I wish I could... but I'm faithful."

She turned, sat on the bed, and opened her beer. I sat on the couch, across the room, and did the same. We talked for another hour or so, finished the beer, and she never made any move to put on clothes or cover up.

Around three thirty, she left to go to bed, and I crawled under the covers, my lifetime no-cheating streak alive.

 

A little sex today...

So one night, Kate and I were fooling around, just kind of rubbing, kissing, nibbling, etcetera. I put in a CD a friend made me long ago, with mood music on it, and it was working pretty well. Anyway, things progressed, as they naturally do, and I was slowly fingering her, licking her ear, you know, all the fun stuff.

She was moaning, and said something about how she wanted something more. I asked if there was anything in particular, and she didn't have anything, so I said "Well, if you think of anything..."

As I said that, I let my middle finger rub against her asshole, kind of accidently on-purpose. She sucked in breath, and said "That was weird..."

"What was?"

"Well... you were kind of touching my ass, too."

"Did you like it?"

"It was... different."

Ok, time out here- I knew she'd like it. Why? Because this wasn't the first time my finger/tongue had "accidently" grazed her asshole. The first time, we had an extended conversation about anal afterwards. The second time, the same thing, with a lot of in-depth questions. So anyway...

I put my finger back on her ass, rubbing gently, still working a finger in and out of her pussy... and believe me, even getting ONE finger in there was a challenge (I don't know how her ex, who I've decided to rename "Horsecock Badlay," since he was apparently over a foot and too thick for her hand to get around, but only managed to get her off five times in the four years they were together- and she's NOT frigid, ever managed to get in there). My other hand held hers, and she was biting and moaning onto my neck, leaving marks that are still here today. Anyway, she came...and came...and came... and then forgot English.

I should mention that she's fluent in seven languages, and can say at least one word in thirteen different languages, and apparently, Japanese is her language of choice when aroused. It got a little frustrating, for both of us, because my Japanese is... well, non-existent. But we made due.

What makes this funny is the CD came from the one and only ThatGirl, and if you're up to date on her blog, as you should be, you'll know that she has a fondness for anal. So apparently, the spirit of ThatGirl infested Kate, and... yeah. I appreciate it.

So thanks, beautiful.

Things have been weird. I met a girl online, we hit it off, and she came to visit. She left about four hours ago, and it's safe to say it was quite easily the best week I've had in years. I'm going to try and write more about it later... but right now, I'm just bathing in good feelings.

All I've been doing lately... fifteen hour work days have be de rigeur, and it sucks. So I blow some steam and energy off in SL, and then I'm a little less of a bastard at work.

Someone asked how I came up with "Seth Eliot" for my in-game name. Well, it's not really complicated. "Eliot" is similar but not quite the same as a place I'll be going for work soon... and I was thinking about it when I made the character.

Seth, though?

Well, I'm Seth Caulfield. Or, at least, that's what I've been known to use when I don't wish to broadcast my real name. Caulfield should be an obvious reference, and I'm really not sure where Seth came from. But I often refer to myself as "Seth" when I'm going out and doing something that normal society frowns upon, or if someone accuses an action I take of being inappropriate... "That was Seth. You're talking to Mike now."

Mike, that's right. After two years (two years? What?), I just let my real name go. Granted, I'm not saying if it's my first or middle name, or what it's short for, or anything else. But if you wanted to get my attention, "Mike" is how you would do it.

And with that said, I have to close for now.

How's the hiatus going?

Pretty well. It might extend longer than planned. I'm pretty happy, my life is feeling like... well, like I want it to.

Speaking of life, I've been playing Second Life a lot lately. If you play, I'm there as Seth Eliot. If you don't play, it's free, so download it and list me as your reference (Seth Eliot), and I'll get game-money, which'll make me really happy.

Take care of yourselves... I'll try not to be such a stranger.

That's it- for six weeks, no dating.

No casual sex.

No random wild flings.

Six weeks of figuring out who I am, etcetera.

So that's that, right? This blog must be closed, because without sex...

No. No new sex will be occuring, but there's plenty I haven't shared. If anything, this'll give me a chance/reason to catch up a little.