<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015</id><updated>2009-02-21T01:38:09.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hisdesires</title><subtitle type='html'>a journal about a male exploring his sexuality.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106643580283319379</id><published>2003-10-17T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:10:02.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!  Sorry for another "personal vacation".  I have had lots of things going on in my life that needed attention to: job and family being two of those things.  I was laid off from my job last month so that was half the reason I didn't post much + I really didn't feel that horny when I was out of work...kinda sucks.  Anyway, all of that is over..got a job, a better one I might add...and the bonus..lots of hot men and women running around this busy office!  Thank you all for your concern and emails..I really appriciate them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Back to blogging!  I have been catching up on all of the sites that I used to frequent...got my cock back to it's "hardend" state where it should be.  Saw a new blog called &lt;a href="http://onehanded.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Handed Web Surfing&lt;/a&gt;.  All I can say is hot, hot, hot! Here is part of a post called "Missing it":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feeling his balls in my hand, stroking them gently and listening to his breathing. It gets quicker as my other hand wraps itself around his hot, hard shaft. Pleasantly surprised at how smooth it feels and how hard I've made him. Lowering my head until I'm almost touching the tip with my lips, feeling his cock strain against my fist as I pull it down slightly so that I can lick all around the head. Hearing the moan when I finally take it into my mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must read the rest!  It is mind blowing!  Ahhh..I wish that other guy was me right about now.  Mabey it will be one day if I found the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought came up today..I am thinking of posting some rather provocative pics of me so that my readers can see how horny I really am...I am hoping it will fuel my fantasies even further.  Has anyone else ventured into this area?  I guess I have never considered myself an exhibitionist....but the thought of it really turns me on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106643580283319379?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106643580283319379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106643580283319379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106643580283319379' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106459263608972894</id><published>2003-09-26T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T12:10:36.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not having an update for a while...went on vacation, going through a job crisis and some other things in my life right now.  Interesting how you get so busy with life and you tend to forget about how fucking horny you STILL are... :)  Anyway, let me update all of you on my daily grind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thong girl is still here! Rumor was that she was getting laid off like most of us around here and I freaked when I heard some managers mention her name as being one of the "victims".  Lucky for me, she's still here and still sporting sexy slacks and business suits for me to drool over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't heard from mystery man...I think he's gone forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have had many oral sex dreams as of late...one is about a short, dark haired girl I pickup at a bar...she asks for a ride home..while driving she asks me to feel how wet her pussy is, so I do so..she beggs me to finger fuck her nice and slow..she gets wetter and wetter..then, she pulls out my rod and starts sucking like no one has ever sucked me before!  I pull over to the side of the road to avoid crashing..seconds later I cum in her mouth.  She swallows it all.  Now, just need that to happen in real life.....hmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106459263608972894?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106459263608972894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106459263608972894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106459263608972894' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106364735063910254</id><published>2003-09-15T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T13:35:50.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever had a relationship with someone at work?  I guess I should say a "sexual" relationship at work.  I often wonder how it would be possible if things got hot and you wanted to have a quick lunch time fuck...where would you go?  I have had co-workers tell me that they have had encounters in the parking lot (in a car), hotel room and even an encounter in a janitors closet! (Look out for that mop!)  I see my lovely "thong" girl that walks past my office every so often..she looks at me, smiles and keeps walking..ah, if she was interested in me I wonder if we could add some excitement to this boring ass job.  Or, if I could find another guy interested in having fun and we could hit the mens room for some quick daytime oral sex!  Hey, what if myself, thong girl and a guy all got it on together in the janitors closet??  hmmmm..I might look forward to work everyday! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106364735063910254?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106364735063910254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106364735063910254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364735063910254' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106340335251404344</id><published>2003-09-12T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T17:49:29.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the end of a long week at the office...Wow..thank god its the weekend, I hope to get some action!  Unfortuanatly it won't be from mystery man..he says that he just "wants to be friends".  Incredible..I thought I would only hear that from women when I was a single guy in the past.  Oh well, I am sure I will find someone (guy or girl or guys and girls) to play with.  Hey, have you ever had a enormous craving to give oral sex to a woman..(ladies, this goes for you too..).  I have that feeling right now..I want some juicy, wet (shaved), warm and beautiful pussy to taste in my mouth..yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106340335251404344?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106340335251404344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106340335251404344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106340335251404344' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106305245780767206</id><published>2003-09-08T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T16:20:57.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...it was a rather disapointing weekend.  Mystery man didn't show up when we were supposed to meet.  I got an email from him this weekend stating that he wasn't ready to go to this level with me and wanted to slow down a bit.  He also said that he feels really unconfortable...blah, blah, blah.  So it looks like I am back to square one. :( What's a guy got to do to play with another dick around here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106305245780767206?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106305245780767206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106305245780767206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106305245780767206' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106271552424963667</id><published>2003-09-04T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T18:45:24.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update on mystery man..(that what I will call him I think).  We have been emailing back and forth about meeting finally.  We decided to meet at a coffee shop which is close to the both of us this weekend.  If we like what we see...who knows what might happen!  I'll give all the details....hopefully things go ok.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106271552424963667?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106271552424963667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106271552424963667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106271552424963667' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106270525545969223</id><published>2003-09-04T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T15:54:15.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogasm.org/"&gt;.::blogasm::.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was posted on Blogasm..it's called "Stuffed":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night I went into my bedroom, so aroused I didn't know what to do with myself. I'd been talking to a really hot guy whose voice alone makes me wet, not to mention that we'd been sharing naughty pictures. I swear, that man has a cock that makes me drool just looking at it, and seeing pictures of it stuffed in some girl's mouth turned me on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh reminds me of having a online lover, no comitments, no games, just sex and fantasy.  I stated in a previous story that I had a lover like that..we lost touch after awhile.  I would love to meet another lover (or several) that we could share pictures with, enjoy some masturbation together, and delve into our fantasies.  I will think about that mysterious lover tonight when I stroke my cock..you never know, I may be stroking it to the thought of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106270525545969223?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106270525545969223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106270525545969223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106270525545969223' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106251829349659453</id><published>2003-09-02T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:58:13.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday I talked to my male friend over the phone.  We both ended up being home alone for a few hours so it worked out pretty good.  I moved into my office, shut the door and waited for his call.  We exchanged cell phone numbers so it would be safer since we both pay the bills in the house...enough about the logistics huh?  So we start talking about your typical bullshit when he askes me if I was touching my cock.  I said I wasn't yet but I could be.  He then asked me if I liked being told what to do, I said I did.  Next, he told me to pull down my shorts down to my ankles (which I did) and to start lightly brushing my cock with my fingers..just enough to get me hard.  He wanted me to describe my cock in detail..all 8 1/2 inches of it.  By this point I was stroking it and he was talking dirty to me at the same time.  You see, this guy is a bit older then me..I'm in my late 20's and he is 48 so I wonder if he has fantasys of being with a much younger guy.  So hes telling me how bad I am and how he would fuck me real good if I continued to be bad..I played into it and begged him not to fuck my virgin ass too hard...I didn't want it to hurt ya know.  So I'm fucking myself real good now, he then asks me to put a finger in my ass...then two fingers and rub my prostate..fuck that felt good!  I shot my load so hard my cell phone fell off my shoulder....next time we plan on trying this through a webcam, should be hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106251829349659453?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106251829349659453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106251829349659453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106251829349659453' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106225808006134243</id><published>2003-08-30T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T11:41:30.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn I am horny today! I masturbated to the thought of another girl at work....having these fantasys of thong girl walking into my office, shutting the door, ripping her blouse open and telling me to fuck her right now, from behind, against the wall!  Mmmmmm.. Oh yeah, more about my male friend hopefully this weekend.  We are going to try and have some phone sex to start things off.  Thanks for all the comments!  I hope I am making the right decision...we will see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106225808006134243?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106225808006134243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106225808006134243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106225808006134243' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106192694715287907</id><published>2003-08-26T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T15:42:27.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever actually met someone that you have been "involved" with from a online relationship?  I have an oportunity to meet a guy that I have been emailing back and forth for some time now.  We both are looking for pretty much the same thing, someone to jerk off with.  I am still not sure if I am willing to do this, kinda uncomfortable with the whole thing but I have fantasys about a mutual jerk off with another guy for quite some time now.  I worry that I may like it too much and would want to take it a step further.  Decisions, decisions...I will tell you more about this guy in future posts.  We have had some hot online times in the past!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106192694715287907?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106192694715287907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106192694715287907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106192694715287907' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106160088463590341</id><published>2003-08-22T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:08:04.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.soylentblog.com/archives/000009.php"&gt;Soylent Blog: Driving along...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read this great story by Soylent...reminded me of several occasions where I have masturbated myself on the lone highway.  I find it easier to wear loose/baggy shorts or jeans...with no boxers (I prefer boxers, btw).  Unbutton them, pull the zipper down and cover up your cock with your shirt.  An interesing fantasy of mine is that I often see hot women that are crusin' by or truckers that are high above me that can probably see through my sun roof.  It's kind of hot to think that some hot woman is passing you by while you have your cock in your hand!  I have had this urge to just whip it out so that a trucker or passing woman would see it and get turned on by it.  I wonder how many truckers fantasize about some hot guy stroking his cock in the drivers seat...sometimes I think about pulling over to one of those truckstops and having one of those truckers suck me off in the back of their rig...that would be hot!  Question: the toughest part of masturbating while driving is shooting your load!  I mean...where do you put it?  I usually cum in my hand and swallow it or find a napkin or old shirt to cum in.  It sucks to cum in the shirt tales of your new Polo dress shirt, I should know! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106160088463590341?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106160088463590341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106160088463590341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106160088463590341' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106159471121805588</id><published>2003-08-22T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:19:44.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.blogasm.org/"&gt;.::blogasm::.&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm, what is it about standing naked in front of the mirror that gets me hot? I love to stand there and run my hands lightly over my body. I watch as my fingers glide over my naked breasts, watching as my nipples become erect. My fingers will lightly carress my nipples and as I lick my lower lip in anticipation..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hottie!  This reminds me of a way I like to get off.  I happen to have a mirror across from my bed which allows easy access to view myself when I'm getting myself off.  I will lay down, spread my legs and watch myself pump my cock.  I also like standing in front of the bathroom mirror...as a bonus, I place my ball sack on top of the sink and make sure my prostate recieves some presure as I fuck myself.  I love to see the expression on my face as I cum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106159471121805588?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106159471121805588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106159471121805588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106159471121805588' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106133448381807539</id><published>2003-08-19T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T19:08:03.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally an update!  Work has been keeping be quite the busy bee as of late.  Anyway, I have been commuting back and fourth about 1 hour from my house for an engagement this week so I haven't been in the office.  Today, I stopped in a mexican place for some lunch and noticed someone quite interesting.  She stood infront of me in line, about 5'10", long blonde hair, business woman in a sexy blouse and tight skirt that came slightly above her knees.  She was cute, probably about 23-25 years old.  The striking thing about this woman was that she had the most perfect legs!  Shaven just perfect...smooth and naked...no nylons!  She also had on these cute black high-heels to add to those fine beauties.  She reminded me of a fantasy that I had about meeting a cute business woman, going back to her hotel room....letting me hike up her skirt from behind..slowly pulling her panties aside and thrusting deep inside her.  I fucked her hard against the hotel wall.  Damn that was a hot fantasy.  This girl also reminded me how her skirt/no nylons provides "easy access" to have sex quickly in a pinch situation.  Hike skirt up, move panties aside...fuck her hard with her legs wrapped around you.  I will think about her tonight as I make myself cum.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106133448381807539?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106133448381807539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106133448381807539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106133448381807539' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106072015732340127</id><published>2003-08-12T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T16:29:17.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever met someone online and started a webcam relationship? Of course I am talking about a compete sexual relationship.  I met this girl named Sarah online about a year ago, she was a young, 20 year old college student from Arizona.  She was board in her sex life and wanted to try something "different".  So she found me!  Yes, I was different.  I wanted to watch her masturbate on her webcam ALL THE TIME!  I would rush home early from work just to see her place two fingers...then three...then four..into her tight moist vagina.  She would cum for me, I would cum for her..it was a great relationship!  We even sent each other videos of doing what we did on the webcam..it was quite fun.  Anyway, we eventually lost touch but I still dream about meeting another young horney college girl to masturbate with...it's so much better then doing it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106072015732340127?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106072015732340127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106072015732340127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072015732340127' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106056093124833004</id><published>2003-08-10T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T20:15:31.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a interesting weekend.  I fucked my wife twice.  Wow, twice in one weekend...she must know that I am horny as hell lately.  I also thought about the time a few weeks ago that a masturbated myself in the woods.  You see, on occasion I like to get away from it all and head out mountain biking which is about a 2 hour drive from my house.  The urge came up this weekend when I was out in the woods again but was with a few friends so there wasn't any "alone time".  SO about that weekend two weeks ago...I ventured off to a remote location about 3 miles from the parking lot.  I leaned my bike up against a tree..looked around and slowly pulled my tight biker shorts about halfway down my thighs.  To add to the moment I was all hot and sweaty from biking 3 miles so my cock and balls were already wet.  I put some saliva on my hand and slowly started to stroke my cock.  Fuck was I hot, I wanted to shoot a huge load...Stroking my shaft got me so excited that I backed myself up against the tree and fist fucked my cock using the tree as leverage.  My shorts are now around my ankles and I'm fucking myself hard..I reach up underneath my shirt and pinch one of my nipples...that did it.  I shot a huge load of hot cum into the leaves on the ground.  I quickly pulled my shorts up an got my composure.  I began to mount my bike and noticed that I had some pieces of tree bark stuck to my ass!  Shit! I pulled down my shorts and brushed off the offending bark...got on my bike and finished my ride happy!  I had that same urge this weekend but this time I wanted to do it with someone else....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106056093124833004?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106056093124833004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106056093124833004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106056093124833004' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106036830177959728</id><published>2003-08-08T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:45:01.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Slow day at work. One girl that walks by my desk is really beautiful.  About 6' tall, long blond hair, kind of big boned, yet firm body...walks really fast through the hallways.  She likes wearing tiny thongs.  I know this because she likes to wear tight pants...you can see the outline of her panties.  You know what I mean, that cute little triangle at the crack of her ass with two tiny strings jetting out from each end.  Thongs are sexy, especially on business women running around my office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106036830177959728?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106036830177959728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106036830177959728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106036830177959728' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106034575705782756</id><published>2003-08-08T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T08:29:17.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman probably in her mid thirtys sat next to me on the bus today.  She had blonde hair, body was that of someones mom.  She probably has one or two kids.  She had that look in her eyes like she needed something in her life, something to complete it.  Ever meet a total stranger and feel some sort of chemistry? I sort of got that feeling from her.  I should have at least struck some dumb conversation with her.  What would I say? "Hey, are you busy later?".  I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106034575705782756?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106034575705782756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106034575705782756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106034575705782756' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657015.post-106028864165663551</id><published>2003-08-07T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T15:48:59.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog. This is my attempt to understand my sexuality and desires. I will be telling you of my most intimate secrets in hope that I will discover my true erotic self.  I am concidered good looking, semi-outgoing and have bi-sexual fantasy’s on occasion.  I have been known to be kinky, voyeuristic and an exhibitionist at times.  I hope to further explore these fantasy’s and desires through this blog and by hearing the thoughts and desires of others.  With that....lets get blogging &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5657015-106028864165663551?l=hisdesires.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106028864165663551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5657015/posts/default/106028864165663551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdesires.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106028864165663551' title=''/><author><name>tony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06057076335440934478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13821971934362160839'/></author></entry></feed>