Thursday, October 6th, 2011 - A Very Wet Lover

Well after waking up refreshed from an early evening in and a great night’s sleep, I hit it hard at the conference. Made some great connections and got a lot of work knocked out…hit the gym nice and hard (resulting in a shoulder pull. Ouch) 

We headed out to an event at the Boise State field house. I have to say, I was pretty damned impressed. Of course, the sponsored bar helped a lot. Free, all you can drink liquor is the surest way to my heart. The place was really nice though, and the food was great. There was a game going on down on that crazy, royal blue Astroturf field.

A scenario was setting itself up for the night. Throughout the day, a REALLY spicy little gorgeous Mexican girl from the Texas border and I had been talking and flirting. She was petite, beautiful, spunky, and confident…just the way I love them.

The problem was that she was by far the most attractive woman in a group of about 200, mostly men. That made her prime target.  At one point, I looked up and there was literally a full table of guys sitting there and her, the only woman, as they all tried to impress her or win her attention. Morons.

Game theory, idiots…haven’t you ever heard of game theory? Watch “A Beautiful Mind” and take notes. While they were all pursuing the woman I really would have loved to take back to the hotel and make scream out filthy words in perfect Spanish, they were leaving the rest of the room full of women to smarter rogues like me.

It was pretty funny too. You could quickly figure out that there were about four guys who were A) single and B) smart enough to let the other idiots fawn over the sexy Mexican. 

We were cleaning house.  Where the table in the corner had 8 guys and one girl, the smart ones of us in the group were taking turns standing at the tables with 3 or 4 women each trying to get OUR attention. One other particularly handsome guy and I were shooting each other sly, knowing glances with sideways smiles as we each thought about how enjoyable the evening was turning out to be. 

So I wrote off my “Plan A” from earlier in the day, and let a “Plan B” emerge. We’ll call her Carrie..a reference to her wild curly hair and her intense affinity for amazing footwear, reminiscent of Carrie from Sex and the City. Her shoe choice at each event had been fierce and impeccable. It's what drew me to her originally. (Also, she was 44 and still single, again like Carrie)

The thing about 44 year old business women is they know exactly what they want, and they aren’t shy about telling you. She was following me around with a VERY hungry look in her eye, and even (bless her heart) took the opportunity to show me how flexible she was, as an avid yoga practitioner. She did love attention. As a matter of fact, she came off as a little bit of a loose cannon.  Probably a great lover.

She wasn’t great looking…not terrible either, I suppose. She had a pretty fit body. I’d go on to find a favorite part later. I let her cool off between bouts of getting her all worked up and excited. I’d go find someone else to talk to, and leave her stuck with someone boring for a while so she’d appreciate me even more when I came back.

It was working handsomely when we all loaded up and headed back to the hotel for the evening. The group hung out in the hotel bar for a while, debating about whether we were going to go out or stay there and terrorize the poor hotel staff. It ended up about half and half.

Just as Carrie and I were about to leave, a very pretty blonde woman, just a little older than me walked up behind me. I had seen her earlier in the day and again that evening, but hadn’t really paid much attention. I couldn’t really say why. Maybe I had set my sites so firmly on plans A and B that I didn’t even leave room for a plan C.

She smiled coyly and said, my friends and I think you’re Super Preferred. That’s a best of the best health rating in insurance. It was a reference to her having been a life insurance salesperson and was absolutely the funniest and most unique pickup I’d ever heard in my life. It caught me so wonderfully off guard that I laughed almost uncontrollably. She knew she had my attention. I joked with her and her friends for a bit before Carrie came and grabbed my arm to make sure I left with her. We stood at the bar for a few minutes, and the blonde slipped up behind me and said, “So are we gonna go get in the hot tub tonight or what?”

Here stands the Wayward Rogue, caught between a rock and a hard place, and we all know where my hard place was. Now I would have imagined that an offer like that would have dragged me instantly over to the blonde and an assured night of vibrant excitement and pleasure.

Interestingly, I didn’t go. I left with Carrie. Now I’ve thought many times about why that was. Was I put off by her directness? Perhaps. Was I more interested in the challenge of a not-so-sure-thing over a guaranteed option? Could be. Did I already feel some sense of commitment to following through with Carrie, since we had spent the evening together and were planning to go out dancing together? Also likely. Maybe it was just a combination of all the above. I don’t regret my choice. But it has given me a lot to think about. I’m going to guess that the hot tub with the blonde would have turned out to be a more pleasurable experience. Still, I can’t complain…

Carrie and I danced, shot pool, drank and laughed together. Everyone else stayed out a bit later, but I had other plans. I asked if she’d mind leaving the group behind and heading back. “It had been a long day.”  We both knew where we wanted to go.

In the elevator on the way up, I stepped in behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in tightly against me. She felt my manhood as is swelled against her beautifully round ass, black yoga pants pulled taught across it. She turned around and we kissed passionately, partly hoping the door would open and someone would be standing there. 

We went to her room, and I teased her that my room was a lot larger and nicer. She remarked that maybe we should be up there. Not going to happen.

I began kissing her and touching each part of her body. I slid her blouse up over her head and found the roundness of her breasts to be more than usually appealing. I believe it was because there was no padding in her bra. I’ve grown tired of girls wearing Victoria’s Secret bras with a full cup size of padding making them look better endowed than they are. In truth, I actually really like small breasts. And, I’d much rather see the trueness of a woman under her clothes, than to imagine one thing and later find quite another.

As I took that bra off, I realized that Carrie had the most perfectly shaped, natural breasts I’d ever seen. What a delightful surprise! I spent quite a bit of time there holding them, caressing them, softly running my fingers one at a time over her perfectly pink, small and hardened nipples. She seemed to appreciate my appreciation. I could smell the sex in her.

As I began to take down her yoga pants, she became very uncomfortable and tensed up. She said, “No I haven’t waxed!” I leaned over and turned off the light to make her more comfortable. This seemed to assuage her concerns.

She was justified in her concern. She had not waxed…possibly ever from the fell of things. I didn’t quite know how to react to that wildly untamed fur. I decided that I should simply appreciate the variety of having something I’d never had before, and give her the pleasure she desired so achingly.

I entered her. It was smooth and easy. She had grown so wet that I was sure it was dripping down toward the bed.

As I slowly slid into her, she held her breath in silence. She focused on the sensation as I pressed all the way into her. When I reached the depths of her, she finally gasped and groaned with pleasure. I sensed it had been a long time since she had felt the sensation of a man deep inside her. I’m growing hard again now as I remember the experience.

It took her only a few seconds to orgasm. It came from deep inside her and entirely soaked the bed as she let loose all her sexual ferocity in those moments of climax. 

I gave her a bit of a break, laying there, holding her as she rested. And then I began again.

We didn’t need to have acrobatics or changed positions. This was the beauty of simple lovemaking. Myself on top, muscles squeezed strongly over her, looking down at her, feeling her softness pressed underneath me, watching those gorgeous natural breasts heave and rock back and forth as I pushed into her again and again. 

I drew down close to her and let my firmness press deep inside again. I felt her tension increase. She wanted to cum again. I slowly moved my penis back and forth across only a couple of inches of her most tender parts, staying deep inside her the whole time. Again she rose to a climax, breathing hard, nearly gasping. These are my favorite moments. I so adore giving a good woman that pleasure. Again, I felt the wetness of her orgasm. She was one of the wettest lovers I’ve ever had.

As she finished, I realized how close I was to orgasm myself. Raising up a bit from her, a few long strokes and I was ready to release. I closed my eyes, slowed my breath, and let the pleasure build to a max. I released it inside her as she moaned, my abs flexing hard with the contraction that only comes from a great orgasm in the midst of great sex.

We collapsed. Both still tipsy from the drinks, both drained from the exchange of energy, both satisfied with our choice to share ourselves for the night.

Wed, Oct 5, 2011 - Me and Governor Badass

I woke up to this… 

Turns out my buddy who kept telling me that Boise didn’t have anything to offer was filling me full of crap to set my expectations low. The place is great. Friendly people, beautiful climate, excellent scenery and cityscape and tons to do. In fact, they try to play it down to prevent people from moving there! There’s a bumper sticker that says, “Welcome to Boise. Now go home.”

I met so many people whose response, when I told them how much I liked it there, was “Great…don’t tell anybody.”  It’s pretty humorous, the pervasive spirit protectionism they have.

I headed down for a big breakfast, my typical 4 eggs, sliced tomatoes and coffee…lots of strong, strong coffee. It was raining pretty steadily, and I inquired about a place to buy an umbrella. Unfortunately, the downtown area is full of great retail shops, pubs, cafes, and restaurants…but no Walgreens or CVS where a guy can grab an umbrella. I had just about given up when I decided, “hell no,” I’m going down to the capitol, and I don’t care how wet I get.

So I made my way out into the rain, shuffling from awning to awning, trying to stay as dry as possible. A few blocks down the street, I walked by a Jos. A. Bank men’s store where what should they have in the window but umbrellas…albeit pretty damned expensive umbrellas! Who cares though…worth it.

I headed down to the Capitol Building, an immense and beautiful structure. A lot of states don’t seem to give what I’d consider to be proper respect and attention to their Capitol cities and buildings. Boise does it right. The place was palatial. 

Making my way through the chambers of congress, up and down the halls and into the rotunda, I’d never seen so much marble. Even Texas’ Capitol building, in all its grandeur, didn’t seem to have as much attention to detail and ornament as the Capitol Building in Boise. I was enamored. In the base of the building was a circular, walking tour of the history of Idaho…a checkered past to say the least. Maybe that’s why I felt so at home here. Scandals, cheats, thieves, rogues, killers and outlaws…and that was just the politicians!

I saw a friendly-faced man standing in the gift shop and walked over to visit for a bit. We talked about the different Capitols I’d visited and what made Boise special. He said I should really go see the Governor’s office, since it apparently had a lot of character. The Governor’s name is Butch. That’s right…Butch. He’s a SERIOUS cowboy and a hell of a guy.

I thanked the guy at the gift shop and made my way up to the Governor’s office. As I walked in, there were three women standing in the reception area working, smiling, chatting…seemed like a great energy. I love finding a place where people love what they do for a living!

The sweet, middle-aged woman at the front desk asked me who I was there to see. I told her I had just come up from Texas, and heard that the Governor was a good guy with a cool office. She said, “Well you ought to go meet him. He’s right down the hall.” 

She showed me into the office for a minute to look around.  Sure enough, this guy was a character. There were pictures of him working cattle, riding horses across the plains, getting dirty. Not your typical politician, I’d say.

She poked her head in and said, “If you’d like to meet Butch, he’s down here now.”

I walked up and shook his hand. He said, “So you’re from Texas, huh? I just got back from riding the circuit for a couple weeks down there!” He had taken third place in team roping at the huge pro rodeo in Kerrville, Texas…DUDE IS 69 YEARS OLD!!!

He said, “I used to take 1^st all the time, but I’m not as young and tough as I used to be.” Hell at 69, I’m shocked the man can ride rodeo at all! How fucking cool is that?!

We hung out at chatted a while about Texas, rodeo, and being Governor. The man was insanely cool. It was noonish by then. Snapped a pic, thanked him for hanging out a while, and took off for the conference.

When I got back I told my friends how everything had happened. They were excited and laughed about how I always seem to end up in interesting situations…then some fatass hater, listening to me talk about hanging out with the Governor said, “Yeah, he’s probably easy to get in to see.” I thought about asking him how he’d spent his morning and what fun adventures he’d sought out in his amazingly interesting life. I’ve learned that jealous pricks generally aren’t worth your time. And you end up looking like more of a dick for tearing them down for being stupid, instead of letting them look pathetic and stupid on their own. I took an intensely patronizing tone and just said, “Yeah you’re probably right…I’m sure it’s no big deal.” I smiled a “my life rocks and yours blows” smile and left him there sitting in his boring loser-ness. 

Go have an adventure today, people. And if there isn’t an adventure to be had…then by God make one, my friends.

Tuesday, Oct 4, 2011 - Girls on a Plane

This day was mostly dedicated to a long flight to Boise. The waits at the airport, the layover, the boredom.  I actually didn’t get in until 11:15 that night. I did, however, enjoy the flight from Denver to Boise. As I often do, I waited until I was last to get into line to board the flight. Southwest has open seating, so by waiting until the last of the line, you can survey the plane and passengers, then decide where you’d best like to sit.

Sometimes that means getting crammed in next to people, since you passed up your opportunity to grab a nice free aisle seat. But more often I find that I can look at the faces of the people on the flight and decide who presents the best opportunity of a pleasant flight. 

That was the case with this flight. There was a wonderful spot near the back of the plane where two young, attractive, college aged women were sitting with a seat between them. I could tell they weren’t traveling together but rather arranging themselves so as to create a sense of safety. It’s usually unlikely that someone will fill that spot between them…until I walk onto a plane. 

That’s just the spot for me.

Erin and Jana were their names. I was right. They weren’t traveling together. Jana was on her way back home to see family in the far northwest. She would get into Washington very late that night. She shifted in her seat, and I wondered if she was uncomfortable in close proximity or just tired of traveling. I asked her if she was all right, and she said her back had been bothering her. Traveling all day from the southern states to the far northwest wasn’t helping. 

I sat there quite a while deciding if it would be too forward to offer her a back rub. I know when I’ve been traveling like that the best thing in the world would be for someone to let me lean forward and just put pressure on my lower back with the palms of their hands. I sensed that I felt uncomfortable offering such a somewhat intimate gesture to a perfect stranger. 

That’s an anchor for me. The moment I feel a sense of discomfort or even (god forbid) fear over a venture, an unknown outcome, I realize that my life is shrinking and trying to prevent me from venturing out to the exciting fringes of the world around us. To me, the only thing to do is to face that feeling and show it that you will not cowtow to fear and the mediocrity of life that comes from accepting the restraints of your comfort zone. If something scares you…do it immediately.

I said, “Jana” I don’t mean to seem forward or make you uncomfortable, but can I offer to rub your back? The look on her face was well worth the price of admission. She sat there silent for a moment puzzling over how someone could be so brash. I watched her puzzle and wonder and try to decide if she was comfortable facing down the intimidation of her comfort zone. Her eyes said she would love to have her pain taken away and feel the relief of a strong back rub. 

But she gave in to the confines of her social box, and I watched the look on her face change to one of appropriateness, politeness. She said very sweetly but with notable reserve, “no that’s okay, I’m feeling better now.” 

Two things: First, I’m glad I faced my trepidation and won. It makes more of you. Second, It’s a shame that we can’t all be honest and free from social restraints. Her life would have been made better if she had been brave enough to step outside her confines for just a few moments. Imagine the  relief on her sore back. Imagine the exhilaration she would have sensed. Imagine the memory she could have taken with her. Imagine the story she could have told her friends who would be so impressed and jealous that she met a handsome stranger on a plane whom she’d never see again and accepted a warm and enjoyable backrub.

I’m convinced we should all learn from babies and dogs. They exist in a place where they can give and accept affection without trifling over expectations, protocols, and the social walls that lock us into solitary confinement, a four-walled cell that robs us of the sunlight of uninhibited human interaction. Even when we see a window or someone opens the door of our cell to let us out, we’ve been trained to stay there, afraid of what’s outside that door. We’re like a baby elephant with a chain on her leg that she cannot break. And even later in life when she’s grown, and she could easily rip the chain from the wall just by walking in the direction she chooses, she’s been so conditioned to believe that chain is unbreakable that she’ll never exercise her freedom to escape the tyranny of her captors. 

I urge you to walk strong against that chain, friends. Watch it rip from the wall. The next time someone opens the door of your cell, don’t be afraid to walk out into the sunlight. Even if it’s only for a moment…you’ll be better for it. I know you will.

Jana was stuck in her confines. Erin was not. They were like night and day. Jana was darker complected with auburn hair and a quiet, solemn face. Erin was very light complected with light blonde hair, sparkly blue eyes and a warm, friendly smile. She began a conversation with me before I had even had a chance to speak. 

She was a med school resident, on her way to a friend’s wedding in southeast Washington. She had attended Tulane for her undergrad and an even more prestigious school for her MD. She was brilliant and had a brilliant energy about her. She had also been traveling all day, however, and was exhausted. She pulled a blanket up and dozed, eventually leaning over against me as she slept. I used the quiet time to talk with Jana, and marveled at the difference between the two women.

When we got off the plane, Erin walked by my side out to the baggage claim. We talked the entire way. The woman was a joy to be around. She walked past the last security check and another doctor friend of hers was waiting for her, a young, good-looking man in scrubs. She ran up to him and he leaned down and wrapped her in his arms in a wonderfully sweet, warm and friendly hug.  They were so happy to see one another. The whole experience really made my trip worthwhile. I’ll never see her again, but neither she nor I were chained to the wall or locked in a cell. That’s a beauty of experience you should feel.

Coming into Boise late at night, I hadn’t run out of energy. I went walking downtown in a light rain. I wandered around their wonderfully re-gentrified downtown until I heard a crowd of people having a great time. It was in an upstairs pub called Fatty’s. The college crowd was there for “Beer Pong Tuesday.” I watched the tournament for a while, sat at the bar laughing and talking with the bartender and a couple of guys next to me, and texted my buddy, Bear. It was 1 in the morning though, and he was at home in bed with his bride, getting rested for the conference we were both attending the next day. 

I left Fatty’s behind and headed back to a very comfortable room at the hotel where I fell asleep to the sound of the soft mountain rain.

Great day.

Mon, Oct 3, 2011 - I think I'm an Asshole

Well I begrudgingly made it to the gym for some uphill walking. (hey that counts as exercise.) When I got out of the gym, Rain was already texting. She had stayed the night with MacGyver (surprise) and had a big talk about the nature of their association, which turned out to be more serious in his eyes than she had really understood...or at least that's how she perceived it. I'd say time will tell. 

It made her happy to know, of course because of her strong feelings for him. But it also tore her up a bit because of her still strong feelings for me. Plus, she can't bring herself to tell him how close we are. And she really hurt when he apparently painfully asked if we had been intimate.

She lied. She said he had told her that he was jealous of me. I find that strange as I see him as having more going for him than I have. Funny how we're all a little insecure when it comes right down to it.Then again, maybe he was just using that to pull feelings out of her...it's probably what I would have done. Still, had she told him about the nights when we drenched her bed in sweat, the handcuffs, the candle wax, the tantra, the squirting, squishing orgasms one after another that left her bed soaked in the middle...maybe he would have been a little jealous. That girl and I rock some CRAZY sex!

She and I texted all day off and on. Finally I insisted that I had meant what I said. I wanted her to cut me loose and pursue something meaningful with MacGyver. She asked if that was really how I honestly felt and I answered a dry, "Yes, Rain." As I write this entry now, a full day later, I haven't heard another word from her since then.

Shaking it off, I finished up a busy workday with a list of to-do's before I leave for the rocking city of Boise, Idaho. woohoo

More drama on tap though...Barbie's grandmother died today. She's avoiding it, trying not to cry. Her mom shit on her and walked into the bathroom at her office as she sat in a stall and said, "Oh hey, your grandma died today. Just thought you should know." That family is something else, man. I've never seen anything quite like them.

So as she hid out in her office for the evening, I went by the old house and had a decent dinner with the kids. At least decent as far as my two were concerned. You see, Barbie had come home and couldn't speak during dinner from being so upset. Eventually, I had to tell her daughter about her great grandmother. She flipped about no one telling her sooner and threw a crying fit which made Barbie break down and leave.

I felt badly for her and went in to try to bring her up but it wasn't happening. So I hung out with my girls a while longer.

It was getting late, and I'd had about all the crying and drama I could stand.  Just as I was leaving the house to head back to the office for the night, I got a text from Rowdie wanting to know if I wanted to go have a couple of drinks. Against my better judgement I went ahead and went out with her and her friend Kat, wondering if my chances would go up getting the two of them and get in bed together.

You'll remember that last time we were together, we all went into the bedroom and started stripping down. Rowdie said to Kat, "let's fuck this guy."  Kat seemed up for it as we climbed into bed, but abruptly jumped up, pulled her pants on and took off out the door. Cold paws? I wanted to try it again.

Well as I had suspected, a couple of drinks turned into a long night ending up at their house, flirting around a little bit and talking a little dirty. But Kat was still hanging back. She has some reservations I guess. I can respect that. And since it's her place, it's not really cool to just take Rowdie in and give her the long hard one with her friend waiting outside (like I did last time).  Eventually I got tired and wanted to leave. They might've been up for some craziness with more drinking and time...I wasn't going to wait around to find out.It's 2:30 in the morning by that time, and frankly I don't have all damn night. I'd rather sleep. 

'Night all.