a man was at a bar when a  hot woman approached him.
she said "im gonna tell you right out front. i love really kinky sex."
he said "thats great! me too!"
she replied "im not sure you're ready for how kinky i can get.."
he said "lady, bring it on.. you dont know who you're talking to."
she says "ok, lets go back to my place"
the guy agrees, and they walk to her place a few blocks away. when they get inside her apartment, she excuses herself to the room and tells him to get comfortable. she goes to her closet, puts on a tight, black leather body suit. she grabs her handcuffs, flogger, and the studded paddle.  when she finally emerges from the room she sees the man pulling up his pants, and buckling his belt.
the man says "well, thanks a lot, i'll see ya later.."
the woman asks "wait..what happened to the kinky sex?"
he says "well, i already pissed on your cat, f*cked your dog, and took a sh*t in your purse."

I did an interview a few months back, of Ms. Inconspicuous one of my favorite bloggers.  The interview went over very well and I received some comments and some positive feedback.  One of the comments was from a young lady, Topaz whom after reading her blog I asked if she would be interviewed.   She agreed so I give you my interview of the smart, funny and beautiful Topaz…

1.  Reading back over your blog music is a theme.  It invokes memories, good and bad, sets the mood both sexually and non sexual.  Why is music so important to you?  And what is your favorite type of music and artist(s)?

Music can capture what words sometimes can't, so I return to songs to evoke emotions once felt that I want to feel again. It awakens memories in your body that words simply can't. It betrays reason - a song heard at the exact moment of climax can return you to highs - maybe not the exact same highs, but close your eyes and you can enjoy the memory that much more. I can date events in my life by songs and when they were released. I listen to music daily. Being that entrenched in your life; you can't help but associate it with major events. Blogging about those associations ensures I will not forget how important they are to me.

I could spend hours discussing my favourite music and artists. Never tell me 'oh, I like everything' when I ask the same question; it means having little appreciation for music. I can tell you I can't stand pop music - there are some exceptions, but on a whole it's predictable and a good reason to avoid commercial radio. I grew up playing the piano and violin, taking classes on music history and composition, so I enjoy Baroque and Romantic; Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Haydn, Purcell, Wagner, Vivaldi and more have all influenced me and bring me back to my times of playing in the orchestra and chamber ensemble. For current music, I listen mindlessly to jazz, soul and R&B to lift my spirits. I was fortunate to grow up in the late 80's early 90's which was the great era of Hip Hop and R&B, so I have an affinity for the music - notably Eric B and Rakim, LL, WuTang, Faith, Mary J, R Kelly, Blackstreet, Leaders of a New School, they not only take me back, they stand the test of time (new hip-hop, to my mind, sucks ass).  Even the 80s/90s rock 'some' classic rock makes my list, but as you said above, it needs to be connected emotionally to some period or major event in my life.

Socializing, partying and working out are strictly for Soca, Reggae (dancehall and rockers, and yes, there is a difference), Chutney (which is a genre you really only find coming out of the Indo-Caribbean community), and when we're with my husband's people, Latino beats or Deep House, which I also enjoy. All these current genres are upbeat, great for dancing and heavily evocative of the moods they capture. And since I love to dance, I enjoy the songs that are made to get me on the dance floor and help me prove that I can own it.

Oh, and Prince. I love any and all things created by Prince. Both for dancing, composition, the message of his lyrics and instrumentation, and damn, it's just made for fucking. At least this was true of his pre Jehovah Witness days.

2.  In 2009, you wrote a post about the Symbolism of Gemstones and this is what you wrote about Topaz. “Topaz, Colour: Clear/blue/yellows/pinks.  Composition: Aluminum fluorosilicate Aluminum silicate with fluorine and hydroxyl.  Symbolism: The transmutable, the chameleon, the observer who can absorb and adapt accordingly.  Indicates incredible degrees of concentration.”  Is this still true in 2011? Can you still change forms?  Do you still absorb and adapt accordingly?

I would like to believe this is still true. I think I don't have the opportunities to absorb and adapt as I did a year ago. Changing jobs, new home, living with my husband 100% of the time all contribute to this. But I believe I'm still capable of it and still carry different aspects in small degrees. I mean, I carry this secret blog. I also like to dress in my various roles - I have clothes for all occasions, I am a bit of a cosmetics junkie, so I know what's appropriate for the office or for the club, and when I feel the part, I can adapt to the form that I believe suits the situation. So while I am able to do this, I just don't have the opportunity at this point in time. Ask me again in a year and the answer will probably revert back to a wholehearted 'yes'.

3.  Do you think your writing style has changed very much from when you first started blogging to now? 

Definitely.  I wouldn't say it's matured. Maybe it's devolved some. I think there was more energy in my initial year. I think I was exploring sides of myself that were new and I expressed every electric emotion. My style is now more measured. I don't post as much, which I wish could be different, but going through the first bout of the affair, there was constantly information I had to get out and share. Things have calmed for the time being, so there is just less volatility and I think this reflects in my writing.

4.  What qualities in a man turn you on the most?

Confidence verging on cockiness without coming across as a douche. There are the superficial things; Beautiful eyes (I have a thing for dreamy eyelashes), and a well kept body. But all those things mean nothing if there is no confidence. It needs to reflect in your clothes, in your style, in the way you speak. Nerves can easily betray a man, so the minute I know they're faking, I lose interest. I have a fairly (unjustifiably?) large ego, so I need a man who can make me believe he can handle, if not dominate, me while ingratiating himself enough to know that it is my decision whether or not he gets a pass or a fail. I know confidence is not the most unique answer, but it is the ultimate turn on in a man. DL doesn't give a fuck what anyone thinks - he does as he pleases. H is different - sweet with me, but can be aggressive and dismissive to others. A good sense of humour is a close second. Of course, this isn't to say you can be as ugly as sin but swagger and a joke will get you between my legs.

5.  You say many times in your blog that you have fallen in love with DL.  I have had strong feeling s for two of the women I have been with outside of my marriage.  Do you care to discuss what it is like loving two men?  Also trying to mitigate that love for DL when you are with H?  What is the current state of your relationship with DL?

When love is involved, some adulterers anguish Romeo & Juliet style over not being able to fulfill both lovers' every need and desire. Bullshit. No one person fulfills every need. Yes, at times there is sadness and longing; embrace those emotions but don't dwell on them. The heartbreak is part of love, especially in illicit love. In my eyes, this comes with the adulterer's territory and you need to suck it up, because the joy you get from the love of both men is greater than any sorrow. If it's not, then it's not a healthy situation and you need to get the hell out. That’s what gets me through the rough patches - knowing that I have so much love thrown my way and I should be grateful for it.

I never mitigate anyone's love. I know how much I love both DL and H and I don't diminish either - DL has to be aware of how much I love H and is clear that I never want to leave him. H obviously knows nothing about my love for DL but he is aware that I cherish our friendship. I think if I were to try and fool myself in the presence of either I would come across as fake - I'd rather be fully aware of my feelings for both regardless of who I am with at that moment. But of course, there are times where I'm not thinking of either of them, but that doesn't change or diminish my feelings for them.

My current relationship with DL? Ah, if you asked this a week ago it would have been a different answer. We both have a lot going on in our lives - he has sick family members who require support (physical and financial), he has a live in girlfriend now and a few other challenges he's sorting out at the moment. I've recently moved, H and I live together full time now, and I also have weighty family changes that require my greater attention. So with each of us pulled by our responsibilities, we decided it was best to put the physical 'us' on hold. That was back in February and we're still on hold. I think it was easier for him to have minimal contact, which meant no calls, no text messages, and definitely no seeing each other. But with his recent call (as I discuss in my recent post), he's missing me. I can't lie - I'm missing him too. It's just a matter of time before we're both ready to actually see each other in person.

6.  What part of the day do you like to have sex most?  Morning, Noon or Night?

Night, most definitely. Morning is great only if it's early enough that I can go back to sleep, in that dream-hazy fucking where it's still not quite past dawn. I used to smoke the herb a fair bit in my younger days, so drugs, sex or liquor during the day just feels kind of deadbeat to me now. But nighttime you can couple all vices together and OH what fun that is!

7.  Favorite sexual position?

Doggie, or as we say in the Caribbean, backshot ;-) It's great to change it up, but if I had to choose one, that always feels the best. And if you're a good girl, you know how to work him even on all fours. I once heard a girl say that it's the laziest position for a woman. What?!? WHAT?!?! 'You're just not doing it right,' I said.

8.  Your Guiana /West Indies background plays a big role in who you are.  From a sexual point of view how does it shape your sexuality, sexual preferences, fetishes etc?

A gay friend of mine once pointed out that island people are heavily influenced by religion but selectively so, so while there is rampant sex, there are stigmas around oral sex and homosexuality. So I was slightly inhibited growing up. Until I was well into college I both gave and received oral, but it was all very hush hush - many people didn't admit to doing 'those' sorts of things, though they may claim to have banged all the guys on residence. That was also when I started to open up to the idea of girl on girl. Homosexuality was never an issue with me and I've had gay friends since I was in high school.  I think that enabled me to appreciate real sexual freedom which I learned over time with non-Caribbean partners. But for Caribbean influences, and it's something most of us prefer, is as I answered above - most of us girls all like it from the back ;-)

9.  The series you wrote about the group sex experience was one of the hottest things I have ever read.  Talk a little about that experience, would you do it again?  How much did you enjoy being the Unicorn? 

Why thank you! It was pretty hot experiencing it. I would definitely do it again! Those memories have become part of my fantasies and always make me smile, it brought sensations that you could easily go chasing to replicate - though I'm fairly sure each experience brings with it different but equally enjoyable sensations. I don't know if I would enjoy being the unicorn as much as I did - even though I was technically single in that situation, I felt like my cop friend was my primary partner and I liked how that felt. I knew he could, uhm, deliver, so to speak. The man in the couple was disappointing in that he did not have the body type or confidence I enjoy. But that was all part of the learning experience. If I were to do it again (I almost want to say 'when' I do it again) I have a better understanding of what I don't want and how to prepare for that sort of evening.

10.  Coke or Pepsi?

Pepsi straight up, Coke as a mixer. I couldn't just make it simple and choose one, could I?

11.  Favorite Color?

Purple. All shades.

12.  In your blog you mention you have multiple degrees.  Talk about your time in college?  Did you undergo a sexual awakening while in college?  Or were you a bookworm?  Did you go to college in the United States?

My sexual awakening happened much earlier than my university years, so by the time university rolled around, sex wasn't novel for me. Granted, I hadn't experimented with anything outside of a one on one sexual experience and I had never been interested then in women. I had monogamous relationships at times, and when I was single enjoyed no strings attached sex.  I was a bookworm - one of my degrees is in English Lit, but I equally spent much time out partying and socializing. I'm a big believer in carpe diem, especially in those years.  I studied hard and played hard. And no, my college was not in the States ;-)

13.  Where do you prefer a man to finish? In you? On you? Nowhere near you?

On the small of my back.Sometimes my breasts. Inside feels very intimate, so that is reserved for DL or H - and neither like to take that chance.

14.  Do you like oral sex?  What do you like most about it?  What do you hate most about it?  Swallow?  Facial?  Do like to have your throat fucked?

Who doesn't like oral! Oh, you meant do I like 'giving' it? Well I like both receiving and giving. There is such thing as a beautiful and an ugly cock. Some just beg for a good blow job. I like when it's part of the lead up to sex - I like taking my time with it and following what seems to please and going with it. The more into it your partner is, naturally the more into it you become. I enjoy building the sensation, and yes, eventually taking as much of it as I can down my throat. For both DL and H, I swallow emphatically. For others (i.e. - in the orgy) I would hate for the entire session to end on a blow job, it seems anti-climactic and a waste. As with the above question, I don't mind cum on my body, but stay away from my face. to me there is nothing sexy about it and this isn't a porn - it just isn't my bag. But definitely grab my hair and move me how you like. It's wonderful to see your partner enjoying your oral skills.

15.  Favorite Curse Word?

Fuck.  Simple.  Classic.

16.  Favorite movie of all time?

Godfather I & II - they go together as one story really. It's a great telling of the struggles of first generation Americans, the immigrant experience, and the dangers that come with new world success. Part III tried to build on this but was shoddy and really fell short.

17.  Shaved? Waxed? Trimmed? Let it grow wild?

Wax wax wax, Brazilian, clean off. I have a bad thing about body hair. Yes, we all have it, but grooming is important. Trimming for partners is fine, but for me, the feel of soft skin that only comes with waxing is best, and no stubble is always a bonus ;-)

18.  Who is your favorite author?  Book?

I could name preferred writing from every era, so to narrow it down to one work for all time is horribly difficult! My favourite book would have to be 'Solomon Gursky Was Here', by Mordecai Richler. He weaves fiction around fact in such a fascinating way and spans such vast periods of time that you can almost believe the history he spins. But he is not my favourite author.

Do I have a favourite author? I can't narrow it down to just one, I admire many. Yeats, Radcliffe, Swift, Byron, Walpole, Pope, Coleridge, all produced inspiring work. I enjoy some contemporary writers, but I would always return to these timeless writers for the best examples of fiction.

19.  What is your opinion about BDSM?  Is it something you are interested in?  Have tried?  Finally is there anything sexually you haven’t done yet you want to try?

Interested lightly. Fellow Blogger Emmy has revealed some interesting photos with rope play, but it requires some patience. I like restricted breathing (H has a velvet looped leash he's held while we've had sex) and I like experimenting with restraints, but I'm not into the hardcore 'I'm the biggest slut in the room' as you see on some BDSM videos. Pain to the brink of pleasure, sure, and my threshold probably isn't that high.

I'm more sub than Dom in most situations, but a man has to tame me into sub in order to have me give in completely, else I just can't release myself to the pleasure. I don't mind the rare Dom role if required, but I admit I can't sustain it for long and need a partner to get all caveman on my ass and make me do as he says. Else I just lose interest in him post-coitus. Docile partners are not interesting. I need competition to tip the balance of power.

Funny enough, I haven't done anal. And oddly enough, I always say it's my husband who will get dibs on that. We'll made some attempts early in our relationship which were exploratory and promising, and though he says he wants to, he hasn't tried to initiate (he's waiting for me to be comfortable with it). Once I do that, DP may be right around the corner, depending on whether or not I find the right playmates to do it with.

Another thing I may want to try eventually is strap one on and fuck a girl, but it only seems interesting if the situation were to present itself - I'm not going around advertising on Craigslist for interested parties or anything like that. If I were in another group session and '...woah, what have we here?' I would be up for it.

20.  If you could have sex one last time which lover would it be? What position(s)? Where?

There was a real jackass I used to fuck around with (well, he wasn't a jackass at the time) and he had stamina for days and one helluva cock. If I could take his body and flashy-thing his memory to hell MIB style, I'd say him.  But that's not likely, is it?  I'd have to say that I want my last time to be group sex again. My cop friend would be a great partner, as he always is. Great cock, can make me cum, has no issues holding a rock hard erection, and has a way of easing playmates into their comfort zone. Maybe MFFM or MFMFMF, or MFMFM again. There would have to be liquor involved - not drunken sex, but a couple social 'getting to know you' drinks, probably in a hotel suite - safe neutral ground for all players. And positions? Well hell, I would hope to cycle through as many as we could ;-)

1. Have you ever had intercourse? – Of course!!  Too many times to count.  I love sex.
2. Oral sex? – Couldn’t live without it, yet somehow in my marriage I am managing to go without receiving.  I love giving though.
3. Licked an ass? – Can’t say I have.
4. Had your ass licked? – Yes.
5. Stuck your tongue in their ass? – Nope
6. Swallowed cum? - Nope
7. Practiced bondage or BDSM? – I have played a little here and there.
8. Had anal sex? – It is on my sexual bucket list.
9. Had an orgasm from anal sex? - Nope
10. Ever squirted or made someone squirt? – I have.
11. Had sex with someone of the same sex? – Nope
12. Did a threesome? – A few times during my sophomore year in college.  My roommate, our next door neighbor and I. 
13. Did a foursome? – Nope, would seem like a lot going on and I have ADD.
14. Been in an orgy? – Nope
15. Been in a gangbang?  – Nope but I would join one if asked.
16. Had sex in public? – I have many times, a bar, on campus at school, parking structure, the bushes outside someone’s house
17. Snowballed? – Nope
18. Had your toes licked or sucked? – Nope.
19. Licked or sucked someones toes? – Kissed, but never licked or sucked.
20. Had sex with more than one person (one on one only) in a day? – Yes.
21. Had sex with more than one person (one on one only) in a week? – Yes.
22. Had cyber sex or phone sex? – Had a long distance thing going for a bit so lots of phone sex.

23. Reached on orgasm? – Many, many, many times.
24. Watched porn? – youporn, Sasha Grey, Debbie Does Dallas…
25. Bought a dirty magazine? – My mom bought me a subscription to Playboy
26. Posted nude pictures of you on the net? – Nope, I am shy.
27. Let someone video tape you having sex? – Nope, it is a shyness thing.
28. Had sex without protection? – Yes I have, not something I recommend.
29. Had someone give you a cum facial or given someone a cum facial? – One of my favorite things to do.
30. Have you participated in any type of golden showers? – Not into.
31. Have you let anyone or have you shit on anyone? – Definitely not into that.
32. Had sex with a friend’s significant other? – I am a douche bag but not a sleaze bag.
33. Ever did one of your significant other’s friends or relative? – That’s just wrong.
34. Have you ever cheated on your significant other? – Next question…
35. Made someone pass out from sex? – Funny question because I was eating a girl out and her head was over the edge of the bed and she passed out for a split second.  When she came too she said she felt blood rushing to her head and the rush of an orgasm and then everything went black.
36. Tasted your own cum? – No thank you.
37. Masturbated? – Daily, yikes I am a perv.
38. Let someone watch you? – I have.
39. Ever showed you naked on cam? – Nope, remember I am too shy.
40. Had sex while on your period or while someone was on their period? – I have, it wasn’t messy it wasn’t that bad.
41. Been ate or eaten someone? – I love it.
42. Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? – Gotta answer yes to that.
43. Had sex in a vehicle? – Front seat, back seat, road head and in the back of my blazer.
44. Been caught having sex? – Yep at a bar on Third Street Promanade in Santa Monica.
45. Paid for sex – Nope, I am not that hard up.
46. Used toys during sex? – Yes it was fun.
47. Used food? – Whip cream and ice cubes.
48. Like pain from a little to extreme during sex? – I enjoy a little sting occasionally.
49. Ever been dominated in bed?. – Yes an older woman I was with, it was phase.
50. Ever had a wet dream? – I have, they are messy.

51. Like to have your ass slapped during sex? – I like to slap asses, but never had mine slapped.
52. Like having your nipples licked, sucked, or bitten? – All the above. 
53. Had sex with someone who you didn’t know their name? – Not to proud of this one, but I can say yes to that on at least 5 occasions.  Sorry girls.

-We are having a party tonight, about 40 or so people, if we are loud please let us know.  Sorry for any inconvenience.  XXXXXX.

With their cell phone number, I should be a real asshole and give their cell number out. Anyways the party started and to be honest there was not a single problem.  UNTIL….12:30AM, the wife and I are in bed watching Beetlejuice.  You forget what a great movie that is.  And we start to hear people.  Walking loud, talking loud, yelling, bottle breaking, people puking.  The best was a cell phone conversation between a young woman and her mother, which quickly escalated into a yelling match between her and her mother about her going out, getting drunk all the time, being responsible, Oh and the friends she hangs out with.  Then this little nugget from conversation

- Oh, and you don’t think I would drop out of UCLA??  Don’t threaten me MOM!”  *intense sobbing*

This went on from 12:30AM to 2:30AM.  What got me out of bed and into action was the sound of the twelfth person puking on my door step.  A guy yelling Vagina, Vagina, Vagina!  And the distinctive voice of my neighbor on the other side of me yelling, “GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY, NOW!”   So I was up, shorts on, shoes on, down the stairs and I see in front of my place, a girl probably nineteen giving it up, into a planter.  I see my neighbor chest to chest with a twenty something about to get into a fight.  That’s when I had to spring into action.  I break up the near fight, truth be told my neighbor, 6’5, 250lbs, in very good shape and sober, would have pounded this little drunk Napoleonic Complex asswhipe into a bloody pulp, even though my neighbor is giving this guy over twenty five years.   So things calm down and I didn’t hear what was said, I didn’t catch the ‘buzz word’ because Napoleon all of a sudden becomes enraged and wants at my neighbor.  Now, Nap’s buddies are now getting the idea, they are on my neighbors’ and mine properties, trespassing, drunk, at now 3:20AM.    So as property owners we are in the legal right to extract trespassers as we deem legal fit.  So Nap’s buddies try to get themselves out of this situation.  But Nap wasn’t having, he then let out a ‘buzz word’ of his own, and this will be a direct quote in case he reads this and wants to sue me for slander.  “I HAVE A GUN, IN MY CAR.  I AM GOING TO GET IT MOTHERFUCKER.”   The whiskey soaked words rolled off his tongue easily and two more times.  I was holding him back at this point, and Nap and I had one of those, ‘No shit?’ moments.  We made eye contact and I said, “You have a gun in your car?  That’s a felony?”  That’s when whiskey fueled Nap, said again a direct quote, “I’ve got felonies mother fucker, I am not afraid to go to jail!”  That is when Nap’s friend and girlfriend, a very hot girl by the way.  Told Nap to SHUT THE FUCK UP!   Still holding Nap, who was fake struggling like he wanted a piece of anyone, I turned back and said to my wife who now was outside, “Call the police he wants to go to jail.”   Then Nap and I had another, ‘No shit?’ moment.  Nap looked at me a dramatically different tone and said, “Sir, I don’t have a gun, I have never committed a felony, I don’t want to go to jail.”  With jail drawn out in sort of whimpering, moan.   With that I let go of Nap, Nap’s buddies dragged Nap away and that was that and now we had to deal with the kids piling out of their townhouse, giving it up in my Zinnia’s and Marigold’s.   My neighbor took the hardest hit, the stumbling, staggering, lost drunks looking for a place to boot, found my neighbors front court yard as the place and four young people, the beacons of our future, tossed their cookies there.   

Thinking the worst was behind us, we both took stock of our properties, and we helped a couple kids staggering out of the party find a place to sit on the curb until they could sober up, pass out or get rolled by someone.  But we were far from through the thicket, the three young ladies hosting this soiree came out, mouths a blazing, spouting off like we had stormed the Bastille.  Saying we assaulted their friends and they have every right to throw a party and invite their friends, that they had warned us ahead of time, etc etc.  With my neighbor still pissed about Napoleon, I took The Negative in this debate and cross examined then gave my Negative Construction of their argument.  Reducing two to tears and the third which really turned me on, gave in with a couple of dry, in a black swan outfit that was very fucking sexy,   that turned her into a solid LA ‘8.’  After another ten minutes everything had settled down again and we all went to sleep, the time on the clock?  Close to 4AM.   Other than that it was a nice weekend.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Vampire Hookers

I woke up to rain yesterday in Los Angeles?  Really, wasn’t it like 93 two days ago?

Is anyone watching the World Series outside of St Louis and Dallas?

What’s the deal with hot girls getting tats on the top of their feet?

I really need an Extreme Mocha Ice Blended.

USC Needs to Beat Stanford this weekend.

Quote Break:

If Stupidity got us into this mess, why can’t it get us out of this mess? – Will Roger

Margin Call is a great movie.

I am going to get very drunk this weekend.

Bibi Jones or Sasha Grey?

That’s Deep.

I need a new job.  Actually I need to be very wealthy.

Tegan and Sara

-I Won't Be Left

So I spent most of the morning chatting with H.  Remember her from my very first post?   Found out that she is NOT engaged as I had previously thought.  However she is having the time of her life with her current boyfriend and she isn’t interested in fucking things up with by fucking me.  Although she said she was flattered that I asked and not offended.  Then we spent the next half hour IM’ing and reminiscing about past encounters.   It was basically cyber sex because I was hard as a rock and about to cum in my slacks.   She was at work, grinding a wet spot into her office chair.   The only reason I was on Gmail chat anyways was because I had a fucked up dream last night.  It was a fucked up dream.  I was looking for someone to chat with about the dream.  But I ran into H instead and got really horny, which is part of the dream as well.  Before I try to describe the dream, first, I have to explain a little about me.  I am pretty much a creature of habit.  I am very routine orientated, think Groundhogs Day.  Because of that I see the same people going about their similar Groundhogs Day routines.  I am up at the same time every morning; I run 4 miles, then shower, get ready.  I see pretty much the same people every day.  There is the woman who walks her dog in the morning, the girl’s at the Coffee Bean where I pick up my Café Vanilla, the girl at the gate who lets me onto the Lot, the girls I see when driving across the Lot and the other employees I see walking from their cars to their respective offices.   I mention my boring life because these events and people populated my dream last night in one of the most unusual ways ever.  EVER.   It is rare that I remember my dreams, but this one was so vivid, maybe it was because the dream ended just as my alarm clock went off.  And I went from dream, to up, shoes on, and out the door for my run. 

In my dream I was at home, already showered and dressed for work. I had the dog’s leash in my hand and I was out the door taking him for a short walk.  And like every morning I saw one of my neighbors.  I don’t know where she lives exactly but I see her each morning walking her Jack Russell.   She is an attractive woman, her early forties, single urban professional; I am pretty sure she works in the entertainment industry.  This overcast morning in my mind, instead of briskly walking her pooch, she was three houses down, in the drive way of one of the neighbors, pinned against their car being fucked.  Her legs wrapped around the man, who was faceless.  I stopped and watched, as I stopped they both turned to look at me, then as if I wasn’t there continued their fucking.   I stayed, and watched until they came, I could tell one of them had cum, because she dug her fingernails into the guys back and threw her head back, screaming.  Then my walk continued on like any other normal morning.   

My mind’s next stop this morning was the Coffee Bean near my home.  Stopping there almost every morning I have gotten to know the girls that work there.  They even know my order.  I will go even farther and say the girls at this Coffee Bean are the best looking and have the best tattoos of any Coffee House in America.   The best looking of all girls, barely 20, her name is Amanda; she is skinny, beautiful Minka Kelly like face.  In my dream I parked my car and I walked through the front patio, full of tables, chairs and umbrellas, I stopped just short of the door.  My right hand extended as if to grab the handle and pull.   My attention was diverted to Amanda, sitting on a table, legs open, and a faceless man between her legs fucking her.  They paid me little attention, as I watched them for what seemed like 10 minutes.  The faceless man would bring her close to orgasm only to back off then build her up again.   This time when he was about to cum, he swung Amanda around off the table into a chair next to the table, standing before her; he came all over Amanda’s face.  Amanda, who is customer service orientated even in my dreams, cleaned him off diligently making sure she got every drop.   My eyes focused in on Amanda, cum running down the left side of her face.  I refocused and went in and got my coffee. 

Next I found myself in my car.  One luxury I have is that I live very close to my work so the stereotypical Los Angeles traffic doesn’t affect my life very much.   I found myself in line waiting to enter the Lot where I work, waiting to swipe my badge.  As I came up to the nice African American woman in her booth at Gate 7, I pulled forward and saw her in her booth being fucked from behind.   We did not make eye contact as her head was bowed down.   She was being fucked hard and fast, with each thrust she moaned louder.  Again I hesitated, not swiping my badge, not pulling forward even though the crossing arm was up.  I sat and watched.   Cars were behind me but they didn’t honk, no one was barking for me to move it.   I stayed until; the faceless man came, this time unloading all over the small over her back.  I pulled forward as I usually do driving onto the lot.

My drive across the Lot is a long one.  My office is on the other side of a 250 acre piece of property.   Driving across a working Lot is slow, 15 mph speed limit.  Golf carts flying around, god forbid you get caught behind one, no passing is allowed along the back lots narrow streets.  As we speak they are filming the tv shows ***, *****, ***** *******, ********* ********** and the movie *****.   And who knows what other countless TV Commercials, other pilots for the upcoming season and other stuff.   There are usually eight TV productions and four feature length movie productions going off at once on the Lot. On top of that there are offices where editing, scoring, and development for productions for the four major networks, cable and movies going on all the time.   During my drive I do see the same people all the time.  After driving passed the talent trailers for ***, the two lane road crooks left and the craft service tables and tents for another show ***** ********, come into full view.  There I usually see Julie, I know her through a friend, she is an associate producer, 38, blonde, great body, she looks like an attractive Kelly Rippa.  Each day we share a wave if we happen to catch one another.   My dream today catches her lying on a table, buck naked, her ass scooted towards the head of the table.  Her legs are in the air and she is being fucked by the faceless man.   My car comes to a complete stop and I watch.  Her legs rest on the faceless man’s shoulders as she is being slammed.   She rolls her head to her right panting we make eye contact as she is being worked.   Cars start to line up behind me.  But I sit there, watching.  The faceless man pulls out of Julie and strokes himself twice and cums all over her stomach.  

There is no further drive across the Lot.  My mind has put me in my assigned spot at work.  I am getting out of my car; I gather all my stuff and grab my messenger bag.  I start to head into work and I see Nicole, a consultant who works in IT.  They share this office with us.  Nicole is in her late 20’s, she looks like Claire Forlani.   I see her just to the left to the front entrance of our building.  I notice she is crouched down this time giving the faceless man a blow job.  I am 10 yards from her and I stop in my tracks.  She is deep throating him, he grabs her head forces her down on his cock.  This goes on for like 5 minutes.  Then she stands up and the faceless man picks her up and slides into her.  The faceless man leaning back against the building for support, her arms around his neck, his hands on her ass slamming into her.   They stand there fucking oblivious to everyone around them.  Me oblivious to everything except Nicole being fucked.   They dismount and she crouches down again, taking his cock into her mouth.  As he about to cum she puts her head back, mouth open tongue out and the faceless cums on her face spraying her entire face with his cum….

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My alarm clock goes off, where are my goddamn running shoes….

Dave Matthews Band

-Stay (Waisting Time)