First blog ever - new experience  

PoemsFoetiFakir 67M
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7/5/2006 5:11 pm

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7/15/2006 8:35 am

First blog ever - new experience


Just wondering how this will go. It seems almost like a personal journal open for others to read. Maybe there will be some responses and maybe it will seem cathartic. It may take many twists and turns. Today, I'm remembering a wonderful 2-year relationship that ended almost two years ago. The sex was wonderful. Neither of us ever had enough. I made sure that she came at least three times every time. We loved to tease each other daily and the surprises always had the same results, no matter where we began, and to think, we were "mature" adults. Just on little touch invariably led to a romp. Generally two or three times a day - just think - for two years. WOW! She was a grandmother, a very sexy one, that I let get away.
Since then, I've been in and out of dating, but always something strange. One woman clearly was in love with her son, who was in his early twenties. Obsessed, really. Sex, meaning her letting me perform oral sex on her while she lay quietly and making her come with this huge vibrator, was different than anything I had ever experienced. I'll never forget that first time. We were in her bed, had our clothes off and I was doing my best to satisfy her. She suggested that she had a "toy" in her drawer, and that it needed batteries which were in the kitchen. Ever ready (get it?) to please, I made a bee line for the kitchen where I found two batteries. I then opened the drawer to retrieve the "toy". The only thing that I could find that I could lift was wrapped in a towel and looked more like a baseball bat. Actually, she had a collection of "toys" that ranged from big dick to work horse. I kid you not. I had always relied upon my own "tools" and was proud to please my lover. Anyway, hoping to be somewhat realistic, I chose what proved to be the Big John model, primarily because I could lift it and I thought that I could perhaps handle it to please her without getting a hernia just carrying it to the bed. Since her room was dark (to maintain a romantic ambiance - yeah, right), I went into the bathroom to energize the - no way it could be thought of as a "bunny". I quickly found that I needed another trip to the kitchen. Two batteries would never be enough to fill this industrial machine (and to think she was just a cute little blond - about 5'5" and 120 lbs.). I got another battery and then made a fatal error. I looked in the mirror and saw Big John along side my little Petey. I couldn't help it, I blurted out, "Holy Shit." And I heard her ask, "Did I hear you swear?" "No, dear," I responded. "I think maybe a let a little gas." Actually, it was my ego that had just deflated. I mean, this thing was at least three of me. It was about the same size as my arm. No wonder she had said, "more fingers", earlier. I looked at it, glanced at her and thought, "I always heard that childbirth was painful. A normal baby couldn't be too much bigger." Anyway, I emptied the batteries out, inserted fresh ones, and found the multi-task switches. I forgot to mention that this thing was not only BIG, but it had veins, bumps, rough edges and a clit stimulator on the big end. I thought I had been surprised earlier, but that was nothing compared to what I found when I turned it on. There's no way that any man could compare with the gyrations of this monster. It had incredible multi-tasking capabilities. It practically vibrated and twisted itself out of my hands. Then I found the clit stimulator switch. No wonder my tongue wasn't good enough to give her an orgasm. The only thing I could do that this machine couldn't, was to cum. But then, I don't think that she cared about that. Eventually, after several days at the gym, I gained enough strength to master the monster, and it became our avenue to have sex once every two or three weeks (probably when she either was or wasn't thinking of her son. I'm not sure which). The difference between us? I am a romantic, and she is so - - mechanical. That ended in March, and I spend my time just wondering what's next? Women, do you have any suggestions?


amoldenough 71F
16436 posts
7/5/2006 6:35 pm

Good first blog. I think you need a women without a son, and smaller toys. Good luck in blogville.

"Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened."


PoemsFoetiFakir 67M
17 posts
7/8/2006 10:35 am

Amoldenough, thanks for your comment. I don't have an issue with women with children. Over the years, I've had good relationships with lover's children. This one was so unusual that it seemed overwhelming. She would ask people regularly if they ever saw him making out with a girl. Jealousy was all over her face when she thought that he met a girl when he was out with his friends. When she visited him (he lived in a distant city), she commented that she was disappointed that he didn't want her to sleep with him. Poor kid! The tools were intriguing. As soon as I looked in the mirror and made the comparison, I just knew that it would make a humorous story. We managed very well with those toys. I loved seeing her have orgasms, and knowing what I was doing to her turned me on alot. I just needed emotion and more sharing in love making. More often would have been nice, too.


PoemsFoetiFakir 67M
17 posts
7/8/2006 10:59 am

Kat, thanks for your positive response and your compliment. I enjoy your writing. Seems as though you have things pretty well together.


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