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Dirty stories by Jack Stratton

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NYC

Anyone else going to this?
CineKink’s Tawdry Summer Tryst
August 5, 2008, 8pm
The Red Room @ KGB Complex
85 E. Fourth Street (@ Second)

Seems interesting. Just wondering if anyone else out there will be there so I can nervously gravitate towards you and make awkward conversation.

Mister McIntyre part 4 up tomorrow.

The Weekend in Review

It’s sort of sad when your ex-girlfriend cum fuck buddy (The Musician)tells you she can’t come over for sex and snacks anymore.

In the end I know she will find a nice boy and settle down. Probably she is already on her way.

If she does have a lapse in judgement before then…

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Friday night drink with a certain female sex blogger was canceled due to scheduling issues. Sad, but a five minute phone call was an oddly potent assurance of attraction. For me at least. Oh well, I can wait. Hunger is the best pickle, as they say.

*

Saturday was an interesting day. I went out with someone I have known for something like six or seven years, but never actually met. We cyber geeks have such acquaintances. Meeting her was oddly comfortable. Falling into a familiar banter, knowing each other’s faces if only vaguely.

She is a long train ride away, but close enough to visit somewhat regularly.

We have had an interesting friendship. Usually just two media geeks chatting about this or that, but occasionally conversations become somewhat racy. Perhaps even downright naughty.

This meeting was proposed as a “date” seeing that she is somewhat awkward when it comes to the whole relationship thing and I wanted to just go on a date with her. Though after we met it fell into a wholly friendly thing. A geeky movie to make fun of and a little dinner. Of course as much as I had fun, I couldn’t let the lingering sexual tension just lie. I pulled out the old Jack seduction.

“Hey, I think we should kiss.”

Feel free to steal that gem, boys and girls.

She turned red and covered her face. “Really? Why?”

Adorable in her awkwardness. I really wanted to kiss her for most of the night. She has this bottom lip that protrudes deliciously, as if she is always pouting.

After a few minutes of debate she announced. “Ok. You can kiss me.”

It was hot in that I knew her so well and that lip was very fun to kiss. Plus I am genuinely attracted to her. Plus the fact that it was so awkward kind of turned me on.

It was chaste, though. A few kisses. I restrained my roaming hands, which was difficult seeing that she is ruthlessly buxom. My train came and I was pushed out of the car. Later I was told I had to go because a few more minutes and her clothes would have started coming off. Always nice for a boy to hear that he can inspire inappropriate behavior.

What’s funny is that she reads this. This is sort of my first direct recollection about something that happened that one of the participants will actually read. Somehow I don’t think it will be the last.

Hi.

Oh I can feel the blushing from here. Priceless.

Getting to the Point

In trying to write a dirty little story with Miss Lilly from DangerousLilly I find myself being far too verbose for my own good. I can’t just jump into the action, I tend to get caught up with characters’ back stories and motivation and all that. Not that these are inherently bad things, it’s just that when you want to write about fucking and you spend 2 pages just getting to someone’s panties you have a problem.

Maybe I need to read more erotica. I went through a phase where read a lot of it. I had around ten of those Best American/Womens/Lesbian/Southern Erotica of 2000. Not to mention the essentials of Anais Nin, Venus in Furs,, The Story of O, what have you. Even the unbecoming Sleeping Beauty series and Belinda. I’ve been on the outs with published erotica for the past few years though. Reading online erotica from places like Literorica or StoriesOnline can be a mixed bag. You get some wonderful things but more often then not you lots of horribly written garbage. Often when you do get well written things they are far too dirty for their own good. This prickles my propensity to pen far to perverse things so I try and steer clear. Thus the reason I try not to read ASSM/ASSTR anymore.

I’ve sort of trained myself to write in a certain way and when I try and write straight sex my head gets confused and keeps yelling “who are these people and why are they on a train?”

Sadly this leads to a folder with dozens of sex stories with no sex in them.

That being said… does anyone have any kinks/scenarios/wet dreams/ideas they would want to read a story about?

Online Identity

I recently had an interesting conversation with Lumpesse about internet identities and specifically sex blog identity.

At 32 I’ve been a pretty active watcher and member of the various online sex related subcultures. Not to say I was “part” of these subcultures, but I was aware of them, I watched them and occasionally I interacted with them. BDSM, erotica, LGBT, poly, Fan Fiction/Slash, all kinds of fetishes, henti, furry, you name it. I have certainly not been active in a lot of these groups, I’m definitely not into half those kinks, but I have watched them with facination. Back in the heady days of BBS’s and MoDems you put batteries in, to back when AOL was 1337. I have always been on Usenet, the single greatest place to get porn and find weirdness to this day. I am a firm believer in Rules 34 and 35 and I have watched them in action for more than half my life.

As for online identities, I’ve had more than a few. AOL chat room names back when I was in my teens. Changing my name, my age, sometimes even my gender. I had the prerequisite online romances, cybersex encounters, even awkward hookups. I am a child of the internet, it gives me information, entertainment and sex even now.

The problem comes when I started growing up and I realized that I have a more and more fragmented identity, online and IRL. I made friends online and off that knew certain sides of me and I tend to keep them separate. Sometimes worlds would collide by choice or happenstance and I would freak out.

Growing up I realize this was even true in my family because my parents divorced when I was an infant and thus I had two separate families that never spoke and whom in a lot of ways knew very different Jacks.

In relationships the same things tended to happen. I would have a girlfriend and we would be very vanilla and I was fine with that. We would break up and I would be with a girl that would be a practically 24/7 power exchange and I was just as happy with that, though somewhere in the middle was where I was happiest.

About two years ago I started posting very dirty stories on various forums online. I had a rather large following, mostly made up of rather creepy people. Still I liked having this little give and take. Posting things in that manner brought immediate and almost always positive feedback which is ego crack to someone like me.

About a year in I met the Librarian and we had this insanely passionate relationship. It started with a Craig’s list hook up that turned into this love affair type thing. She was very fond of the few pieces of writing I showed her and out of curiosity she decided to hunt down other things. A couple of the stories she found squicked her and I think it was one of the contributing factors that ended the relationship.

One of the many reasons why I only tell people and show people what I know they can handle.

These days, though, I’m getting tired of separating things. I find my circle of friends gets smaller as I cut off the people I don’t feel I can tell things, though my friendships get stronger with the people I actually trust.

On the other side, I like having secrets. I like having different identities. I even like having the ability to close out whole identities and start new ones up on a whim. It’s one of the many things that make the internet great. As I get older online friendships don’t really appeal to me as much. I tend to meet people online and then press to meet them in person because real life is a lot more fulfilling. Knowing real people and having real friendships make separate lives a lot more messy.

Does this happen to anyone else? How many people in your life know about your sex blog or fetish or kink? How much do you tell a new lover and when and has anyone ever reacted badly? Has anyone ever found you out?

A Few of My Favorite Things, Part One

I don’t know if these are fetishes, but over the past few years I have become very keen on certain things. None of them are essential to any sort of sexual attraction, I love diversity, but they are all pluses.

Ok, one of them might be essential, I leave it up to you to guess which one.

Above the Knee Socks

This started with an ex of mine who had a fondness for really long socks she got from American Apparel. After a rather extended dalliance on my couch in which she wore only said socks I was hooked.

Tatoos (Specifically on the chest, collar and back)

Thick black and red lines on tender flesh is lovely. Lovely to look at, lovely to trace with fingers or tongues. It is just awesome.

Glasses

Oh how I hate contact lenses. Why stick things in your eyes when you can look so cute, geeky and hot?

Chubby Girls

From just a little tummy peeking out of low cut jeans to SSBW. I’ve been with the range and I enjoy everything in the middle. Softness and big tits and big asses and I am in heaven. Lately for some reason I have been dating smaller girls, but my heart always belongs to big girls.

Garter Belts

Attached to fishnets or stocking or even just dangling there. There is something about garter belts that turn me on to no end. Especially with nothing under them.

Boyshorts/Boy Cut Panties

Lacy, a little old fashioned, irresistibly hot.

Completely Hairless Pussy

How can I go back? I still remember the first time I slipped my hand down a pair of jeans and instead of rough coarse hair I found sweet smoothness. The very idea turns me on. It is tactile, visual, plus just knowing a girl went to he trouble just to make sex a little more fun is a great starting point. It’s only polite that I make an extra effort to go down on her twice as long if there is that much less of an obstacle for my teasing tongue.

Attraction

The magnet was always there. After that first kiss if he got within a certain proximity to her his body automatically moved in. That draw was always present, like some scientific law. And when his hands did touch her they fit so perfectly. They moved to her sides, palm curving to the shape of her hip bone. When she turned into his arms his hand moved to her bottom, which seemed made for his touch. When he cupped her breasts he let out a low growl, his senses taking over.

She was vocal. She made sweet little sounds in his arms. When the kisses became heated he could feel the moans emanating from her. When his dipped his head into the crook of her neck and kissed and nibbled there she let out these perfect little whimpers.

It was always building between them. Every moment together was foreplay. It didn’t matter if they were touching or not. The way she walked near him, the sway of her arms, the way her lips moved when she spoke, it was all part of the seduction between them.

He felt her eyes on him as well. He felt her tracing the shape of his lips and drinking in the blue of his eyes. She posed herself for him, bending this way and that way when it wasn’t necessary, just to see him shudder.

She got wet. Kissing and a few dirty words would do it. He made her squirm and writhe with his fingers. He kissed her between her legs and she bucked her hips and begged.

When he slipped in, it was like warm wet heaven. She was tight. She wasn’t very experienced, she said, but she was a whore for him. She liked him to say it. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” and her pretty head would wrestle with whether to blush or cum.

When she left they had a hard time letting go, even if they would see each other in a few hours. She clung to his shirt as he slipped his hand to the familiar curve of her bottom. The day would be nothing but wanting until they saw each other that night and then the cycle of want would start again.

Thoughts on an Ex

Sorry if this is a bit disjointed. I have some more stories, both fact and fiction, in the works but I was out of the country for two weeks and I’m am still recovering.

So, my most recent ex has been texting me and telling me that she “needs to suck cock” and offering to come over, blow me, fuck me and then leave.

Intriguing.

We met when I was on a business trip about a year ago. I was down south for two weeks in a city I’d never been to before. I went looking for information about the city and I found a forum and from there I found her.

She was a classical musician. That alone got me curious. She came to NY a lot because her family lives here and she was planning on moving back.

We met up here before me trip for a drink, hit it off. When I went on my trip she met up with me and what happened was very interesting.

I’d just gotten out of a long relationship with someone physically and intellectually the completely opposite of this girl. Let’s call her P.

Two weeks I was in a city I’d never been in on business and I had my own person hotel room slut. It’s a title she picked out, which was adorably hot because she wasn’t very experienced, sort of a “good girl” and a “daddy’s girl” but she wanted to be bad. I helped her as much as I could in those two weeks.

It’s fun to make a good girl go bad. I’m not one for fucking the innocent, I know guys like that and I don’t understand it. I like experienced girls, but once in a while a young woman who is a bit innocent but eager to learn can be a lot of fun.

Hotels are funny places. You can turn into someone else if your not careful. We were certainly not ourselves in that time. We played, fucked, spoke for hours on end. I sort of rediscovered the art of kissing with her and now it is back to being possibly my favorite sensual activity. Kissing for hours. Making out. Sublime when done right.

Coming back to the hotel every day after working in the office, finding her waiting in the lobby, a little red in the cheeks knowing the staff sees her waiting every day. Kissing her in the elevator, sneaking a hand up her skirt and feeling how she is already wet, her telling me how she was waiting for this all day. Getting to the room and pushing her over the little couch, fucking her hard until we both come and then taking a shower with her. Lounging around half naked for the rest of the night talking, eating dinner and fucking again for hours on end.

After it was over it was sad, but ok. Six months later she mentioned that she had a job offer in NYC. We hadn’t spoken much in the meantime, we tried but we were both dating and jealous. She asked to stay with me for a while until she could find a place. That turned into two months. We dated, but I sort of knew it wouldn’t work out.

I ended it, she moved out but we see each other occasionally. Now she says she wants sex. Just sex. I’m at one of those impasses I find myself at a lot when I know someone is asking for something that is going to hurt them emotionally at some point. Is it up to me to protect them or should I just go for the pleasure? She is an adult.

Intro

I’m a reasonably normal person. Like a lot of people I think I am a little smarter than most. I’m witty, I’m sarcastic, I am occasionally arrogant. I am often fascinated. I like to examine things, situations and people. I can be very patient when I feel I need to be. I am very well read. I am addicted to Wikipedia. I like reading about sex and people’s sex lives. I like finding out secrets.

My kinks are varied. I am a very curious person. I am very willing to participate in someone else’s fantasy even if their kink isn’t exactly mine. I am a voyeur, though I like to be an acknowledged audience as opposed to a spy. I enjoy participating in a girl’s pleasure or more accurately being in control of it. More than any other kink I enjoy being in control of someone’s pleasure.

I like rough play, a little bondage, some spanking. I am certainly dominant, though I am not into lifestyle D/s master/slave type relationships. I think roles are a bit more fluid for me. I like to play. When I get into a role I am in it all the way, but I don’t like to live roles.

I am not a sadist, I do not get off hurting someone physically or emotionally, though I understand some people’s desire to be hurt or humiliated and I have been involved in things more intense than spanking and more humiliating than name calling when the need was made clear.

I like withholding pleasure or prolonging it. Long teasing sessions. I am patient and can hold out for long periods watching a girl squirm and beg.

As I said, I like writing about sex and reading about sex. I will read about pretty much any sex act as long as it is well written. There are some very wild stories online and I have read some of the darkest, filthiest and hottest. I see a real difference between fantasy and reality and how some things are better left as words on a page. I often read and write about things I do not condone in real life.

Physically I am usually attracted to women who are curvy, be that just buxom and sultry or chubby and soft. I tend to like short girls (under 5’4″). I’ll just say it outright, I like big tits. Big tits and big asses. Chubby little sluts are my favorite things in the world. Chubby little sluts who will call me Sir/Daddy… I’m pretty much powerless against them.

More than any physical trait, I’m attracted to intelligence. I like well read women. Librarians, teachers, professors, writers, musicians, etc are all a plus.

Last year I ended the longest relationship of my life which lasted about 5 years. I’m not particularly looking for something long term now. Now are the hunting days. I’m having a lot of fun out there, but I’m very safe and I haven’t found someone to share a lot of the secrets I have and will talk about in this journal.

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