The Age Old Question

Well, more like, the "Age Old Question That Guys Ask Themselves is: "Am I gonna get laid?"

Lol.

I'm sitting here bored out of my skull at my place of employment on a Saturday (not by choice), contemplating this question in detail. I'm also working on another story, but I'm way too tired to properly focus on it, so it's gonna have to wait.

So anyway, back to my idle musings:

The bottom line in the whole boy and girl game is this: "Girls control the pussy".

It's a well known and be-moaned fact amongst guys that: Any girl out there can get laid at anytime if she wants. In comparison, even for the best of us Rico Suave's, this is far from the case. Sure, sure some guys have much better luck at it than others when they are trying, and yes there are some guys who can get laid every night if they wanted, but, the overall axiom still holds true.

Any girl out there can get laid at anytime if she wants, while not all guys can get laid every night, no matter how hard they work at it.

The fundamental difference being that not all girls WANT to get laid every night, while pretty much all guys DO.

That whole Men are from Saturn, Women are from Pluto thing.

So, having brought that disturbing fact back up for examination, and desperately grasping for straws as to have any inkling of how the female mind really works, (I know, I'm just asking for torture here) I ask the following question(s):

When is the decision point made?

The point that says, "Yes, this lucky hunk of an SJR, I mean, lucky hunk of a man is going to get inside my pants?"

This probably applies more towards having sex for the first time with someone new, but I'm sure it could apply in many cases, even those in long-term relationships.

Or is the decision point not really a decision point, just something that 'happens'? I mean, have you ever gone on a date thinking beforehand some of the following:

"There is no way I am having sex with this guy on the first date"

or~

"Hell yes, I'm getting laid tonight"

or~

"We'll see how it goes, he's really hot, but I'm not sure if I 'like' him."

Or any thoughts of that nature? I mean, how much of it is pre-planned? We all know a lot depends on what actually transpires on a date, but have any of these pre-conceived plans gone awry?

Like in example #1, you go out thinking 'No Sex' and end up having the hottest sex of your life?

or #2 thinking that 'damn this guy is so hot, we would make gorgeous babies together and I want to start right f'n NOW' to have it turn into 'Hell no, not if the entire human race depended on it'?

Or, what I would think is the more likely case and which causes us guy’s untold grief and misery: Most girls start out with the #3 example. The "He's cute, but we'll see how it goes" thing and in the end, it turns out that the smallest little detail was the decision factor.

IE: "I didn't like how he held his fork during the salad course, the man obviously has issues. This date is so done as soon as I eat my desert." ?

or ~

"I just loved how he dangled his car keys before he handed them to the valet. I want to suck his schlong right now and then have a wild threesome with him and our hot waitress?"

And of course, my belief is it's typically more # 3 than the other two put together and in the end, us guys NEVER FIND OUT the real reasons. We get stuff like "I'd like to be just friends" or "I'm sorry, I had a really long day and I'm tired" or "I usually don't do that on the first date, but there was just something about you"

This is why I shouldn't work overtime on little sleep. My brain goes to mush and I go against everything I've learned. Yes, I gave up trying to understand girlies a long time ago. I even told my high schooler son recently when he made the comment: "Girls are just DRAMA. I don't understand them. " And I replied very sagely: "Son, don't try to understand them, you'll drive yourself insane. Don't think, Just Do."

But sometimes in these moments of weakness, I do want to understand! Just a good thing I wasn't drinking when I wrote this.

Just So You Know.

I don't believe I'm letting out any of the 'Guy Club' secrets with this one. Well maybe I am. But I'm pretty sure that all girls must know this about guys, even if they don't want to admit it.

But just so you understand where I am coming from.

Whenever I am talking with a girl whom I would consider attractive enough to sleep with or better, (you can substitute 'I' for any guy on the planet. Ok, not the gay ones. Unless they are talking about other guys that is. How the hell did that get in this conversation anyway?) it doesn't matter how long the conversation is, whether it's 10 seconds or 10 hours. I will have done each and everyone of the following, probably more than twice or three times:

1: Check you out. I mean head to toe. Hair. Eyebrows. Eyes. Nose. Teeth. Lips (oohhhhh yes, lips) Lipstick Color. Tongue. Neck. Collarbone. Cleavage. Breasts. Size of Breasts. Shape of Breasts. Nipples (when clothing allows) Shoulders. Arms. Hands. Fingers. Stomach. Hips. Hips again. Thighs. Ass (ohhh you bet your ass I'm checking out your Ass). Crotch Area (Otherwise known as Paydirt) Knees. Calves. Ankles( Uh huh, ankles) Feet. Toes (shoes allowing) Fingernail Polish. Toenail Polish. Earrings. Rings. Necklaces/Pendants. Other jewelry. Bellyring if visible. Tattoos if visible. (Mmmmm especially that one on the lower back) Perfume. Lotion. What you are wearing: Top, Bottom, Shoes, Thong. Bra. Sound of your voice. Posture. Body Language.

I may have left some out there, but you get the idea.

All this is done in about 1.2 seconds. That quick scan you may see me do with my eyes? Mmmhmmm, like the Terminator baby, I'm collecting data.

Which leads me to:

2: After all factors are considered and all data is processed together to give me one overall view of you, a conclusion is drawn. Usually something along these lines:

Response A:

God damn this chick is hotter than Georgia Asphalt. I'd love to get inside her thong and make her scream like Jane. (From Tarzan. Forget it)

Response B:

Holy Hell I'm getting hard just looking at her. Maybe I can get her into the bathroom and bang the crap out of her.

Response C:

She won't give me the time of day. Stuck up Bitch.

Ok, so those are at least my 3 typical mental responses. Now, after that whole process has been computed in the first two seconds of our conversation, what am I really thinking for the remainder of it as I am making nice talk?

3: That every time your lips move I am imaging what they would feel like wrapped around my cock, sucking hard.

4: That your ears and neck look so fucking sexy, I want to be sucking, licking and biting on them while I am pounding away at you.

5: How good your voice would sound cumming in my ear, moaning and groaning as I'm buried inside your hot little pussy.

6: How big and thick your nipples get. Especially with my mouth on them, sucking, nibbling and biting.

7: What you'd look like on your hands and knees, hair in my hand, as I'm driving into you from behind, spanking your ass.

8: How much you would like my tongue swirling around your pussy and clit.

9. Do you swallow? (that's a mental question ALL guys ask themselves, believe me)

10. Do you like girls? If so, how can I maneuver you into a little girl on girl on me, action with that hot bi-girl I know?

11. Would you beg for my cock? If so, how much?


So you see... these are just an example of the many, many thoughts I have running through my mind as I'm talking to you. Probably being asked over and over. Perhaps stopping on a particular item to contemplate it further. Savor it for a few seconds. Let the little thrill run to my cock and feel it harden just a bit more.

Because you have no idea that I just imagined you taking me from behind, screaming and quivering all over my cock.

Or do you? :)

The Phone Call

The following may be either fact, fiction or a combination of the two. Or it may not be. I claim it to be nothing more but from the naughty little recesses of my mind.


It was “their” fantasy, she told me.

Who was I to argue?

She had caught my eye at the restaurant/club across from my hotel. 5’3”, straight blonde hair, fantastic ass, sexy laugh and a smile that could melt the frozen tundra. She was with a ‘friend’ at the bar. I happened to go over and ‘bump’ into her. I flashed them my best smile and puppy dog eyes and they let me buy them some drinks.

Her friend was not bad, fairly attractive I would say. But it wasn’t her I was interested in. I asked Blondie to dance, making my intentions clear. Her friend got the hint after a bit as I saw her on the dance floor later with some guy.

She was sexy as hell. Her hair had those chunky highlights in it, so it was like blonde and brunette sort of mixed up. I secretly had a thought that girls who did their hair like this must love to fuck. At least I was hoping so!

We danced. We drank. We talked. We laughed.

She was here on business. Had a flight out at 11am tomorrow. Her and her co-worker it turns out, were ‘letting off steam’ after a long week of working with a client. Only one problem. She was wearing a ring. Pretty big one at that. She was 30, married for 5 years. But she seemed to be enjoying my company and had given me some nice little smiles and looks out on the dance floor. We get very close to each other when we were talking at one of the small stand up tables scattered around the place and she started touching me to emphasize a point or laugh.

I figured what the hell, she hadn’t given me the boot yet and she was sure nice as hell to look at. And I was looking.

We were back at a small table after another round of grooving out on the floor. The top she was wearing was cut low enough for me to be able to stare down at a nice valley of cleavage, as much as I could get away with it. Talking with her, looking into her eyes, dancing with her, it was all turning me on. I couldn’t help it. Until she caught me.

I looked up from her now very succulent cleavage and right into her eyes. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered “You like what you see?”

I could only nod my head, smile and say “yeah”

She grabbed my hand and led me back out onto the floor. For the next 20 minutes or so it was full on grind time. Grinding hips together, grinding her ass on me, my leg grinding up between her thighs. I had a hard on that was throbbing and ground it against her. I reached in and found her lips with mine. She closed her eyes and let me. Our tongues furiously explored each other, lips enmeshed. My cock was rock hard and I didn’t know if I could keep this up much longer without having an embarrassing situation occur.

I led her off the dance floor to where we could hear each other.

I took her in my arms, leaned into her ear and said “you want to get out of here?”

She replied “I’m married you know”

“I know”

“Does that bother you?” she asked.

“No, does it bother you?” I said.

“Only if you agree to something” She whispered in my ear.

“What’s that?” I asked. Knowing full well I’d agree to sell my soul to the Devil to be able to get inside this hot little married thing.

“My husband gets to hear”

“Huh? What do you mean, he’s going to watch?” Not so sure now, not sure if I wanted some guy watching me, thinking that’s what she wanted.

“No silly. He’s back home. But it’s our fantasy. Since he’s not here, I’ll call him on my cell and let him listen to us” She looked straight in my eye and I felt her hand running down and rubbing on my cock.

“Oh shit. Ok. That’s damn kinky” I stammered. My cock now straining my pants. Her fingers knew what they were doing.

“So you ok with that? I hope so, because I really want to feel this” She then kissed me again, hard, while rubbing my cock.

I was helpless. What could I say?

I led her across the street to my hotel, which it turns out, was her hotel also.

We made out in the elevator on the way up. Her hands all over my shoulders and chest. Mine on her gorgeous ass. Starting to grind against each other, feeling how hot she was getting.

Into the room. She tells me she is going to step into the bathroom and make a call. I don’t know whether to strip now or what the hell. Music I thought. I turned on the hotel radio and found a station.

She comes out of the bathroom, right into my arms.

“I called him and told him what was going on. I said give me a few minutes before I call back.”

And then we’re making out. Hot, heavy, lips smacking against each others. Tongues battling. Our hands running all over. Clothes start coming off one by one until there is not much left but her panties. We somehow get onto the bed, my lips have found her nipples. Mmmmmm nice and thick and hard. Licking, sucking, biting. My other hand is pulling and twisting on her other nipple. She’s moaning and gasping. One of my hands runs down, sliding over her hot little pussy. I push in slightly through her panties.

“Oh god that feels good” she moans out.

I pull her panties off. Ease my body down in between her thighs. Mmmmmmmm so hot. I can’t wait to taste her. A little landing strip. Just how I like it. My tongue starts slowly exploring. Inner thighs, over and around her wet pussy several times. Her hand comes down, grabs my head and forces it back over her pussy. I laugh slightly before my tongue finds her slit. So wet already. She gasps loudly as I let my tongue brush her clit. Again. And Again.

I look up at her and say “Don’t you have a call to make?”

“Ohhhhhhh yeah” she groans again as my tongue assaults her pussy.

I feel her moving around. She finds her phone. Calling.

My tongue is working her over. Around and around her clit. Dipping inside her wet tasty pussy.

“Hi honey?” She says in a high pitched voice.

“Ohhhhhhh god honey” She moans out.

“His tongue is on my pusssssssssssssy” She squeals out.

“Ohhhhh yeah baby, it feels so good” She’s moaning and trying to talk.

I’ve got a good rhythm going with my tongue around her clit, I can feel her pussy throbbing. I let one of my fingers tease the entrance to her pussy. Sliding around and barely going inside.

“Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm” she’s breathing into the phone.

I slide it inside.

“Ahhhh god honey, he just slid his finger inside me.”

My finger is sliding in and out, my tongue working her clit over and over and over…

She’s moaning and moving, grinding her hips into my face, hand holding my head down. “Oohhhhh” she groans and stops me, pulling me up with her.

“Hold on a minute honey, I want to suck his cock. Mmm yeah I want to suck it into my mouth and taste him.”

She leans up into my ear and whispers “That felt so fucking good.” And kisses me slowly and deeply, tasting herself on my lips.

Then she moves down to my cock.

Low and throaty, she breathes into the phone: “Oh yeah, he’s got a nice cock baby. Nice and thick. Too bad you can’t watch me suck it. Mmmmmm.”

Her mouth engulfs my cock. Rock hard already. This whole thing is turning me the hell on more than I thought it would. Having her moaning and groaning into the phone to her husband as I do things to her is kinky and nasty but damn it was hot.

Mouth off my cock.

“Oh it tastes good. So nice and hard for me too.”

Back to sucking. Her mouth tightens around my cock as she moves it up and down. My hand reaches out and grabs her hair. Tightening my fingers around in it until I have a firm grip. Pulling her mouth up and down my cock. Ohhhhh damn she has a good mouth. I pull her mouth off my cock and let her speak into the phone she has held up to her mouth as she sucks me.

“His hand is on my head. Pulling me up and down his hot cock. Making me suck him baby. He’s making me take his cock into my mouth and suck him. I fucking love it.”

I push her head back down and guide her. I’m not really pulling up and down hard, she’s moving more than I am! She’s making a lot of noise. Groaning and moaning, slurping around my cock. She pulls off.

“Did you hear that honey? You hear me sucking him? Yeah it tasted good baby. Oh yeah I liked sucking him. Did you like listening? Did you like that baby, listening to me suck his cock?

She turns around, ass facing me, still on her knees, she spreads her legs slightly and lays down on her stomach, ass gloriously up in the air. God I’m so turned on at this point all I want to do is slam my cock inside her and pound away.

I move up behind her and start rubbing my cock along her wet pussy.

In a little girl voice she breathes into the phone “Mmmmm baby, I want to fuck him now. Can I? Can I fuck him? Can I have his cock, please baby?”

I take my time. This is fucking hot. I play my role in this, whatever it is. But it’s got me steaming hot with this sexy little fucking slut on her knees, my cock rubbing up and down her wet pussy, begging her husband to let her feel my cock.

“Ohhh yeah he’s rubbing it on me…. God I want it, Please honey!”

I stop moving and line up my cock, leaning slightly up and over, grabbing her hips. Perfect position to slam it in. Oh damn she is so hot and wet. This is going to be so good.

“Yeah honey, He’s about to fuck me baby. He’s about to fuck me” She squeals out.

I steady my cock and thrust it in.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” she groans out loud

God hot tight wet nasty naughty little pussy I’m now fucking.

Mmmmmm slam slam slam.

She’s moaning this high pitched moan over and over.

“Oh oh oh oh”

In between thrusts and gasps she gasps out:

“Oh”

“God”

“Honey”

“He’s

“Fucking”

“Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

I’m ramming my whole body down and into her, pounding her into the bed. Naughty little slut deserves to get fucked hard.

“Ahhh he’s all the way inside. Goooooood yes he’s fucking me baby”

Thrust thrust thrust.

She’s moaning and gasping and grunting more than anything, slamming her hips back at me.

“Ohhhhh baby. Ohhhh his cock feels so fucking good”

“Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeeeeeee”

We are both breathing ragged gasps. Groaning, moaning. She can hardly get out more than a high pitched moan over and over into the phone.

"Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh. Fuck. Me. God. Oh. Baby. He's. fucking. me. soooooo good.

I have to slow down... I don’t think I can last much longer if I keep this up. Slower, deeper, grinding it inside her.

Now she has a deep low throaty voice “Ohhhhhhhhhh god I wish you could see this. Oh I love feeling his cock, honey. I love fucking it. I want it to keep fucking me and fucking me baby."

We are building now, more intense.

“Oh he's going to make me cum… oh yeah he’s gonna make me cum all over his cock baby, oooooohhhh fuck yeah”

She starts slamming against me. Christ I can’t take it. This whole thing has been too much, so fucking hot and nasty. I need to cum with her.

“I’m gonna cum, I'm gonna cum too” I groan out

“Yeahhh baby he’s going to cum, he’s going to cum inside me baby… oooooohhhhhh gooood “ she ends it with a shriek and her hot pussy clamping around my cock. She's shaking and screaming all over my cock.

That’s it. My cock swells up and I feel it throbbing. Fuck yeah Fuck yeah.

“ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god” I yell out as my cock throbs and spews out hot cum inside her over and over, my body tensed up like a spring. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Yesssssssss" My cock still flexing, all the cum drained out of it. Our breathe ragged and panting. My strength drains out of me. She's still moaning lowly.

We collapse next to each other.

"God baby. That felt so good." she says into the phone but looking straight at me.

I smile at her.

“Call you later” she breathes into the phone and closes it.

She rolls over to me.

“That was unbelievable. Thank You.” She says. “Now rest up so we can do it again”.

Music That Makes You...

Go Hmmmmmmmm Fuck Yeah Now I need to get me some!


So as I'm tinkering with my blog and listening to the brand new Tool Cd, I start to think: "damn this shit is good." I love Tool.

Ok, that didn't sound right.

What I mean is: Tool is definitely on my list of 'Fuck Music'

Now I'm not talking about the music that you put on to have a nice, candlelit, romantic evening in bed. Such as Josh Grobin or Marc Anthony. No. Heeeeelllllll no.

I'm talking FUCK Music!

Fuck fuck fucking music.

Raw.

Driving.

Slamming your hips.

Pulling on hair.

Smacking that ass.

Sweat.

Sex smells in the air.

Screaming.

Yelling.

Dirty, nasty talk spewing out of your mouth.

Groaning

Pleading

Taking and giving it Hard.

Whole body tensing up and stars exploding in your head.


That kind of music.


For me, the list of music I like having on in the background is pretty large.

But, there are only a few groups that can take me from 0 to Hard in 0.5 seconds, get me right in the mood for raw, animal sex and provide a great driving rhythm to get hot and nasty too.

3 of My Favorite Groups for Raw Animal Fuck Music:

Tool
Hard and driving. Long songs which make getting into a groove all the better. Maynard has this way of building up his music that just begs to be fucked to.

Soft Cell
Yes, the same Soft Cell that brought us "Tainted Love" and "Sex Dwarf" from the 80's. They have only one album I am aware of but good god it is GREAT fucking music, I'm telling you. I highly recommend it!

NIN
I know I know, it's almost cliche to say Nine Inch Nails is good sex music. But fuck is it good. Plus, the new stuff is as good as the old stuff to screw to!


This is just off the top of my head, there are more, but I'd be here all day :)

I'm sure someone out there has recommendations for something they like!

The Official Theme Song of N3:

And for my Inaugural Post, I present just about the greatest video I've ever seen and what is now officially the theme song of N3:

(Hit Play)

CRAZY BITCH (Buckcherry)

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N3 - An Explanation

N3 is the third iteration of a blog I started over a year ago. It has been deleted twice and I have gone on extended hiatus from it more than once, but, like that dangerous illicit addiction some of us seem to have, it just keeps calling me back.

That blog was previously titled: SJR in a Nutshell.

I felt a little too exposed with what I was doing before and with the start of my participation in the now famous HNT blog phenomena, my paranoia got the best of me. See, I'm a married male and the things I wrote about may or may not have happened at some point in time, if you know what I mean.

From now on I will make the disclaimer that "These events may be factual or fiction, I do not claim either.

And no more HNT. Though I do take personal e-mail requests, heh.