Sex streak

One thing I was wondering is the longest consecutive streak of continuous days of having sex. Of course there would have to be some stipulations, because sex is such an ambiguous term. I'm defining it as intercourse because it requires the most physical toils on both the man on the woman. Oral sex is usually one-sided. While masturbation is well, usually with yourself (although it can be fun...but that's a different topic).

I think 8 days in a row is my record, but I'm not sure. There was once this time with this woman (yes I remember her name, but not the exact details), where we had gobs of sex, but I'm not sure if it was everyday. I guess I should also add that the sex has to be with the same person. I mean...ew gross...if it was multiple partners over a long stretch.

Since most women get their visitor every 28 days or so, I would think that would be their limit. The women I've known that period of time is off-limits. (Excuse the bad pun.) Would anyone, especially a woman want to have sex that often? Would that make them a sex-fiend? And what would anybody say if you counted the number of times during that time? So if someone had sex twice or thrice a day for two weeks straight. Is that even possible? And if so, where is she? Heh.


On average though I bet couples have it once a week, less possibly if you have young kids. Sometimes life makes it so you just can't get wild and nekkid any time you want. Which is a damn shame.

I doubt anyone will share, but it would be interesting to know what is your longest active sex streak?

And btw Kat, any man would be lucky to even know you let alone be able to share your life. If they don't it is their fault not yours! Box of rocks....silly girl!

cya laterz
moi

Happy B-Lated XMAS/NEW YEAR

Here I am once again. I've skipped past Christmas and breezed through New Year without updating my blog. I'm such a bad boy! Oh yes you should spank me!! Er...I'm getting a HEAD of myself. Yet again I'm bad (eg).


Christmas was nice. PS3 with Rock Band, although I wish I would have gotten the 360 version of it so I could use the Guitar Hero guitars with it. Sony has the patch, but they can't release it. Once they do I'll get one I suspect. I have lots of fun drumming. I've actually gotten further with the guitar, but the drums are a nicer challenge. In reality I got the PS3 more for the Blu-Ray player than anything else, but since you can play games on it as well. I said, what the fuck. Right?



I haven't had much of a chance to do much of anything since work has been increasing over the past few months. When I needed work last year I couldn't find it and now I can't stop it from coming in. I guess that is good (extra money is always nice I suppose).

I'm still sex crazed and lack the ability to quench my dangerous desires, but that will continue to happen until the day I die. I'm sometimes scared I'll do something moderately dangerous and get myself in some trouble, but hey isn't that what life is about (living on the edge?). However now that I'm *gasp* older I doubt I'll ever go through with some of my dangerous (albeit evil/sensuous) thoughts. I think if I get rich in the next 5 years of so, I'm going to find me a wild 20 year old that will need to keep up with me. Heh. I'd end up finding one that is as dumb as a box of rocks and be bored anyways.

Well I need to get my asp.net stuff figured out yet today. Maybe some day soon I'll actually write something worthwhile again. Yeah right.

cya laterz

Wow

I can't believe that it is almost December and I haven't posted in like forever. I doubt anyone checks this site anymore. I mean would I, if I didn't expect it to be updated at least once in a while? Probably not. I guess life makes it difficult to keep doing this. It isn't that I don't want too, but so much time is put into doing the responsibility kind of things that by the end of the day, I'm not wanting to think much.

Still it isn't an excuse. I'm bad at keeping this I suppose. All the good intentions would be the catch phrase I would use to describe it, but still it isn't enough. You've got to do it.

I'd really would like to start writing seriously again. But that isn't going to happen any time soon I fear. I've have a regular job once again that demands 45 or so hours a week, plus I'm still doing my own company on the side which is getting busy again. Right now I've been averaging about 70ish hours a week. It gets pretty exhausting. My brain wants to turn off and do stupid things like play the 360, Lotro or even Wow. I've given up on WoW since I really can't compete with raiding and stuff. I'm looking forward to Conan-online but who knows about that.

I should go. I'd promise to write more, but who are we kidding. I'll try not to be so distant. I miss all of you who have read this. I wish we could talk on a regular basis. If you have an IM name send it to me and I'll look for you. I have it on @ work.

cya laterz
moi

Whew...

Life has been hell these past few months.
I've been working steady 60 hour weeks since Labor Day. Two weeks ago I had to scramble around for some Packers (Football tickets) for my son and I to attend a game. And then this past weekend I had to get the house ready for a going to Iraq party for him. That meant repainting most of the house and steam cleaning the floors.

It was all worth it. About 25-30 people showed to send him off. He deploys at the end of next month. Its strange to see my grown son going through all of this stuff. It uses to be that many of his memories I shared with him. Since he has been in the Army for the past year and a bit, he has so many experiences I can't really relate too since I've never been in that situation.

Its weird how they get older how much they are the same child you've always known, but they are growing into their own selves even more so as they venture into this huge world.

All of this has eaten up most of my life. I still carry the same issues: Not enough sex...need more sex...want more sex...and I sometimes just want to fuck. But those are standard issues you've all read before. I think I'm a bit crazy in that department. I was thinking about this the other day about how the simplest of things can really turn me on. I often wonder if it is as common with other men.

The way a woman smells can really drive me wild. Not just perfume, but the usual scent they prefer. I believe researchers relate it back to memory, but damn it gets me wild. I love the softness of a woman's skin. Its almost like silk. My hand can brush up against her arm or leg and I've gone from 0 to 60 in the amount of time my hand starts touching until my brain realizes how soft she is. Sometimes its the way she says my name or the glint in her eyes. And as I've been reminded by many, a small breeze from the south can get me going. I guess it doesn't take me much.

TTFN
cya,
laterz

The End of Summer

I've been doing some thinking lately. Hey! I saw that collective eye roll. I know that I over analyze my life, but who else's life should I think about? I do think about my kids and other people, but when you have the quiet moments in life and you wonder, what the hell am I doing? It is all about you, baby.

I've been in those type of moods lately. I listened to a radio show about creating goals for your life. You know the kind of thing that makes you list out what you would like to accomplish before you die. I started my list and I hope by the end of the weekend I have compiled a significant list of the things I either want to do, be or get before I become too old or die to realize them. Studies have shown (sorry no link and too lazy to find) that creating goal lists do help you focus on what you want to do. Some people think they are full of shit. I think it is good to have your eye on the prize and realize what you are trying to attain. By attaining that 'goal' I would think your life would become more fulfilling.

This summer has been pretty boring. I usually spend summers doing many things. This summer I've either been short on cash or short on time. This weekend is going to be a simple summary of this summer. I'm going to the ren-faire on Saturday, but I have to be back in town that night. I'm also not really going to have the money nor the time to do what I would really want. Which again has summed up my summer.

Yes I do read and appreciate all the comments. It makes me feel good a few people out there read my drivel from time to time.

cya laterz
moi

Birthday Suicide

It is that time of year...another year older, but I often wonder if I'm getting any wiser. I still enjoy many of the things of my youth, but now my time is consumed by responsibility. I hate that word. Not that I don't mind working, paying bills, and etc. But life usually consists of dealing with money. I get sick of it.

Money then becomes such an issue that every other area of life becomes affected. When you don't have enough money, how can you pay for those lap dances at the club? Er...I didn't say that out loud did I?

Yet the day approaches and I'm often thinking about my death instead of life. Not that I assume I'm going to die nor am I planning too (despite the title of this post). What am I not doing that I want to do? Right now my life is consumed by work and the lack of sex. Yes, if I don't have sex daily, I consider it a lack of sex. Not only am I deprived I'm depraved as well.

What then is the meaning of my life? I'm at a loss for what that means to me. My kids? Writing? Or simply enjoying what I have and not worrying about what I'm missing out on?

BTW: My son found out he is getting deployed to Iraq on Nov 24th. He is going to Baghdad. He says he is coming home for about 10 days or so in October. I'm really nervous about it.

cya laterz

Dreaming...

Last night, I didn't sleep all that well. I had the weirdest dreams about two women and manufacturing of some pipe product. I'm sure there is some Freudian statement to be said about that last sentence, but I will let it pass.

One of the things which struck me was they were prostitutes. A blond and a raven haired beauties, but remarkable in that they were very skinny and wore white underwear. The blond girl showed them to me at every opportunity she got. The act of sex cost me $75, but I never really dreamed of the actual act. I did often think about it and how tight her panties stretched across her butt and pussy. I envisioned a lot of camel toe.

Every time I woke up I was excited. Nothing I could do about it and felt very frustrated. When I drifted back to sleep, the dream continued. I worked at a place that manufactured some sort of pipe and I came up with a new product. I hired these girls to help produce it, but they only wanted to work because they wanted to be near me. Everything had a sexual connotation.

I think the dream really means that I'm a pervert and all I do is think about sex.

Some people think that is a bad thing...I'm not sure yet.

cya laterz