tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76175913327132162622024-03-18T22:48:16.899-04:00NERO SPEAKSJoin me as I go on a journey to discover what's happening in my life now that I'm on the wrong side of 50 (and attempt to keep sane by venting here, online). Hopefully I'm not just another stale pale white male ranting on the internet - but there are no guarantees!
WARNING: this blog contains a LOT of explicit sexual content, images, and discussion. Anyone under the age of 18 should NOT read this blog. Anyone married to me should NOT read this blog. Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-74002629542063681742021-11-12T11:05:00.004-05:002021-11-12T11:05:29.546-05:00What’s My Wife Reading Now? Nothing has changed!<p> I haven’t blogged for a long time because I have nothing new to say.</p><p>As you can see, my wife still loves her erotic fiction and we still no longer have sex. The following are a few of more than two dozen screenshots of her erotic browsing history. I could publish them all, but you get the picture. As always, read titles from the bottom to the top.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQkIlhvbEc1EHy9WQI_yWUStaQEjf-36I0T-hCK9wD4cHcwcXHQQlCTf7uiRkl0xAqEJlC2Pa0Y6gLCYqCvMOQDRlPVHjXgCN6DYYbd8r_-FKmjckkrUxj6Q6XtZ0jOy8WsifP7MPIRWeDoc-dD53p9RXzxnj846_tDYoEUq3BMzuPdaGmI2AO0rzy=s1450" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="1450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQkIlhvbEc1EHy9WQI_yWUStaQEjf-36I0T-hCK9wD4cHcwcXHQQlCTf7uiRkl0xAqEJlC2Pa0Y6gLCYqCvMOQDRlPVHjXgCN6DYYbd8r_-FKmjckkrUxj6Q6XtZ0jOy8WsifP7MPIRWeDoc-dD53p9RXzxnj846_tDYoEUq3BMzuPdaGmI2AO0rzy=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB6WOS0hLjUoq7rV-2UCDy0zBd6PPjD1Itd3Zj27y1jN8Jwzjq84YT-qIF3rvQeUf0U00H9pnkYoM17Rt0k2VGrib5cyI_cHhBvX1Z6gWowNTrlE22yIq1cleaWWFa6vcbqaKjZ_AoZJvS1K6yLVO_QDiXCncfLmFVeW34O-4WRn1YUE5Uykb81fuj=s1494" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1494" data-original-width="1494" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhB6WOS0hLjUoq7rV-2UCDy0zBd6PPjD1Itd3Zj27y1jN8Jwzjq84YT-qIF3rvQeUf0U00H9pnkYoM17Rt0k2VGrib5cyI_cHhBvX1Z6gWowNTrlE22yIq1cleaWWFa6vcbqaKjZ_AoZJvS1K6yLVO_QDiXCncfLmFVeW34O-4WRn1YUE5Uykb81fuj=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMrg6KIDnIxxiEdS_FQLSCusqXFxnMAJnH0gP-i0EvIm1xaxUjMSEdwdLo7C0D-SM0mYjqZKxeFrAnNfyCoaLLFM8sDOek6qGssZnPSBaooN_bDBF5XjbYSSX7-t0uCU1I6M_SHPb0dYcPl0G5vvg3pnzvaRKz9kyrduoHi7S72uBPxbwB5nrbWSE-=s1497" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1497" data-original-width="1497" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMrg6KIDnIxxiEdS_FQLSCusqXFxnMAJnH0gP-i0EvIm1xaxUjMSEdwdLo7C0D-SM0mYjqZKxeFrAnNfyCoaLLFM8sDOek6qGssZnPSBaooN_bDBF5XjbYSSX7-t0uCU1I6M_SHPb0dYcPl0G5vvg3pnzvaRKz9kyrduoHi7S72uBPxbwB5nrbWSE-=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeSrlJiUA6ntl1Ea-IPBMPjS0fGgOSvd2u3CBaXBJg3lqZ4qc9UlhJ1fpY47bLoBV7dPYNTjJNvUkAI6qgp7EWFDhHqauKLO4c0s000XaQRLLGwZ-npwpy1XKDYNvHwYgr5UiVDwW-scICokGpEi9vrCUp0gQdVKzv0Fn8_fcxQgqXETI9aghg0_r1=s1462" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="1462" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeSrlJiUA6ntl1Ea-IPBMPjS0fGgOSvd2u3CBaXBJg3lqZ4qc9UlhJ1fpY47bLoBV7dPYNTjJNvUkAI6qgp7EWFDhHqauKLO4c0s000XaQRLLGwZ-npwpy1XKDYNvHwYgr5UiVDwW-scICokGpEi9vrCUp0gQdVKzv0Fn8_fcxQgqXETI9aghg0_r1=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-59454668935935403742020-12-10T10:30:00.006-05:002020-12-10T10:30:12.956-05:00When Man Parts Are Lady Parts...<span style="font-family: inherit;">I just looked at this very long thread (with sub threads) on Twitter where a young lesbian was pilloried for saying (politely) that she just wasn't attracted to women with 'man parts'. <br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pile-on went on for days - she tried to explain and apologize, which just made it worse. </span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">The bullying was astounding, hundreds got involved, the lesbian was in tears, and it only stopped when she said she was leaving Twitter for a while so she could re-educate herself. <br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Apparently they're not 'man parts' when they're on a trans woman, they're 'lady parts' and if she doesn't accept 'girl dick' then she's a transphobe. </span><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />I know we've all seen this on social media in various forms before but it was horrific to watch it played out. It was like what happened in Mao's China and the result was the same. The victim eventually gives up, recants, and submits to 're-education'. <br /></span><p class="mobile-photo"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I seriously worry about our future, given how many government agencies have given into this gender group think.</span></p><p class="mobile-photo"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway, speaking of 'lady parts' I saw the image below on SexTwitter and it captured my attention. Hot and sexy <i>yes</i>, but is that a real vulva? It looks kinda plastic to me. Maybe it's a trick of the light, or maybe it's a trans woman with a prosthetic pussy? Maybe it's a transvestite man (assuming its a male who identifies as a male who likes to dress as a woman)?</span></p><p class="mobile-photo"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Either way it's a very sexy pic (albeit pornographic) and I only focussed on the pussy because when I see pics like this my mouth immediately waters and I imagine what it would be like to eat her out...</span></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_gTEL-K3XIiRLuyxttUE5X4mASONik3-uxR9ZwAiDCi_jk7CGBomqEVD_Ym69RM84g_XiWjAQgwc8J-PHSfCFRddvZjmm2O07rfJWEA596sAb9rOTjIfnqTwgV6S0gtYca3x7WZheTE/s1600/IMG_2319-744903.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="389" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6899217949325788962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_gTEL-K3XIiRLuyxttUE5X4mASONik3-uxR9ZwAiDCi_jk7CGBomqEVD_Ym69RM84g_XiWjAQgwc8J-PHSfCFRddvZjmm2O07rfJWEA596sAb9rOTjIfnqTwgV6S0gtYca3x7WZheTE/w691-h389/IMG_2319-744903.JPG" width="691" /></a></p><br /></div></div></div>Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-27342971730393437692020-10-22T10:30:00.014-04:002020-10-22T10:30:12.913-04:00Word of the Day - Kenjataimu<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplLTFIGyMBbnxxpIOkM4zreHZxV3qgePf_kU4a13-kBOU8u-VHqKW7o8jztZc_xEy4fQAzP9UBZsG8Hd426rCgu7E33VwjedcffpirKs6C5VGAAGBxX0CdGR3EIxzdVIAZydunUn3tyc/s1600/Image-1-740804.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="478" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6828006081666032914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplLTFIGyMBbnxxpIOkM4zreHZxV3qgePf_kU4a13-kBOU8u-VHqKW7o8jztZc_xEy4fQAzP9UBZsG8Hd426rCgu7E33VwjedcffpirKs6C5VGAAGBxX0CdGR3EIxzdVIAZydunUn3tyc/w375-h478/Image-1-740804.jpg" width="375" /></a></p><div><br /></div>Damn! So there IS a word!!
<br /><br />I've always referred to it as my my post climax moment of clarity. <div><br /></div><div>Seriously when I'm horny I'm a hound dog and desperate to get laid. When I had one night stands I'd be <i><u>so</u></i> keen to get her into bed but the moment I'd cum... or the second after I'd climaxed to be precise... I'd be thinking "WTF have I done? Why am I here? How do I GTFO?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Honestly, I could be high or drunk AF but the second I'd ejaculated I'd be as sober and rational as a judge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Men are dogs, and we get punished for it by having daughters... <br />🤪</div>Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-91201578001597316442020-10-20T10:30:00.008-04:002020-10-20T10:30:01.020-04:00Don’t be a PayPig<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRFulrOHtQrbgAcvmdPKyWmkWaMqTchgJOvK8YatY2W1f7OFNRHgUUzyUGykXv_7pv5b_p2Hjh4NAWzzOuW1kKSzy1TMWtUDG61MR86L6NeeyyL50-riBg3OEnMBBDBXwp79K3RwwCrA/s1600/IMG_7377-798886.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="628" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6859172332714408658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRFulrOHtQrbgAcvmdPKyWmkWaMqTchgJOvK8YatY2W1f7OFNRHgUUzyUGykXv_7pv5b_p2Hjh4NAWzzOuW1kKSzy1TMWtUDG61MR86L6NeeyyL50-riBg3OEnMBBDBXwp79K3RwwCrA/w366-h628/IMG_7377-798886.jpg" width="366" /></a></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>If you don't know what a PayPig is then google it.
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<br />I'm not gonna lie... she's HotAF
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<br />I'm only sharing so more guys understand that just because you pay for 'the girlfriend experience' these women are <b><u>not</u></b> your girlfriends. If you don't know that you'll end up her PayPig.
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<br />And there's nothing wrong with paying, as long as you're clear in your head that she's a professional performing you a service. And you get what you paid for. <div><br /></div><div>She might like you but you'll always be a client in her mind, so don't imagine or fantasize that it will ever be anything different. So don't give her money over and above on the services you've agreed to pay for. <br />
<br />I've removed her name lest anyone think I'm shaming her cos I'm not. And besides, I'm speaking in generic terms - not about her specifically. <div><br /></div><div>#SexWorkIsWork</div></div>Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-81273184783497276172020-10-19T10:00:00.012-04:002020-10-19T18:29:24.123-04:00This is not my wife...<div dir="ltr">Someone posted this on Twitter and I was struck by how clearly this was NOT my wife:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDJAdQFZAgiFTPLCNBq8L5CS3ufSxM7jw8CKiMjEKWvhbh16AgrN94670jGc4WOCLABvC36ndvcQDY2NqayNOAdCOKpb7Cl5dTaAMsRHiwKkCTSZXc1PurDe9SH2jiPwrNDWImTomang/s1600/IMG_9564-790948.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="386" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6885166293746970722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDJAdQFZAgiFTPLCNBq8L5CS3ufSxM7jw8CKiMjEKWvhbh16AgrN94670jGc4WOCLABvC36ndvcQDY2NqayNOAdCOKpb7Cl5dTaAMsRHiwKkCTSZXc1PurDe9SH2jiPwrNDWImTomang/w400-h386/IMG_9564-790948.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">My wife would have tweeted:</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div></div><blockquote><div><i>I'm having a very problematic day which my husband made worse by</i></div><div><i>- handing me the phone and telling me to </i>order<i> dinner instead of </i>cooking<i>! Does he think I'm his £%#ing concierge (when I'm not being his £%#ing cook) or something?</i></div><div><i>- pulling out my vibrator, thrusting it in my face, and grunting 'this might put a smile on your dial' - as if I'm a £#%ing Sexbot? </i></div><div><i>- suggesting I bake cookies after dinner? WTactualF? Why? So he's got something to nibble on while he jerks off thinking about me with my vibe? Am I his</i><i> £#%ing baker too now?</i></div></blockquote><div></div></blockquote><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">Okay, my tone may not come through in print but I'm having a chuckle here. After 30+ years of marriage this is the shit that makes you laugh - and you have to laugh to keep from crying.</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">Anyway, the real reason for posting it is I have decided to get off my ass and finally start an occasional series I will call "10 Things I Hate About You". Every time my wife does something that pisses me off I will write it down, and when I have 10 things I'll post it. Not big stuff, just the small niggly stuff that drives us all batty about our partners. It might be a boring read, it might be funny, but at least I will get it off my chest - because we all need to vent or we get stressed and die!</div>Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-21419038158160651682020-05-28T10:30:00.000-04:002020-05-28T10:30:04.256-04:00#TBT - Harness Lingerie has been around for a while<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was thumbing thru an old copy of Penthouse magazine (remember when porn wasn't online?) and saw these two images by photographer Philip Mond. This is from the US edition, May 1994 (© Penthouse) back when outfits like these were strictly for kinksters.<br />
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It interested me because 90s fashion styles are back in vogue* and my Instagram and Twitter are now full of models wearing ‘harness lingerie’. IG is not as explicit as these images of course, but Sex Twitter certainly is. Some are clearly BDSM themed, but others are less edgey and more softly styled.<br />
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If you wear harness lingerie tell us about it in the comments below... do you simply love the ‘dress up’ (yes, ’dressing for pleasure’ is a thing) or is there more to it?<br />
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*well, it was last year when my daughter was devouring all the street wear in second hand stores and recycle boutiques.Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-2557680349815070102020-05-27T10:30:00.000-04:002020-05-27T10:30:06.041-04:00Dr More in the HouseIn her post ‘<a href="https://ifsexmatters.co.uk/bondage-with-sex/" target="_blank">Should Bondage Come With A Side Order of Sex?</a>’ sex blogger <b>May More</b> questions whether you actually need a sexual release after a really good spanking session. Or a whipping. Or whatever your kink is.<br />
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I found the question compelling and commented:<br />
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“<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b><i>Fascinating. I personally couldn’t imagine <u>not</u> having sex afterwards but this is based on the assumption my dick would be aroused after a bdsm session. Hard cock = orgasm required*, in my book. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b><i>But this is all theoretical since I have not indulged in any bdsm play with my wife. </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b><i>Despite her enjoyment of the BDSM genre when it comes to her erotic library, she insists she has no desire to try it in real life. Which brings me to your comment <a href="https://ifsexmatters.co.uk/bondage-with-sex/" target="_blank">”I would frequently masturbate about really racy, sometimes violent and often non consensual scenes I found online. I believe the fact I was not fulfilled sexually led me to look for things that would over stimulate my mind.</a>”</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b><i>Thanks, you’ve kinda confirmed what I’ve long been fearing: that my wife is not sexually fulfilled and that I’m not the one to satisfy her. Whilst that is personally depressing its also kind of a relief too. It’s like on TV when Dr House can finally identify the undiagnosed disease that’s been causing all the pain for the previous 50 minutes. Unfortunately as we know from that show, identifying the disease doesn't always guarantee a cure.“</i></b></span><br />
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That may sound overly morose on my part, but its not.<br />
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Well it is, obviously, but I’m serious about being relieved to know once and for all. I’ve been thinking it for quite some time (<i>my wife doesnt want to have sex with me because I’m incapable of meeting her needs; and she’d prefer to masturbate instead where she can guarantee herself an orgasm</i>) and its part of the reason I’ve effectively stopped blogging.<br />
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And for any new readers tempted to suggest I try talking to my wife and suggest we try bringing some of her erotic/bdsm fantasies into the bedroom... been there, done that, and have been roundly rejected. Many times.<br />
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To end on a lighter note... in S8:E7 of ‘Shameless’ [US version] (on Showtime and Netflix) V asks Kev to dominate her sexually. He endeavours to do so (cue bondage wear and implements of pain) but just as she is getting into it he ruins the moment (repeatedly) by not wanting to whack her too hard - and continually checking if she’s okay. The writers are playing the scene for laughs, and they succeed admirably. If you’re into kink you’ll laugh too.<br />
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I’m a huge fan of ‘Shameless’ - the way they treat sex (of all types) is fantastic. There’s lots of it, the actors bare all, and its hot ‘n sexy. I might even give it an entire blog post shortly...<br />
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<br />Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-38429861096113849032020-05-03T10:30:00.000-04:002020-05-03T10:30:07.467-04:00You Have [Junk] Mail - (Part 2)I’m not saying I’m really <i>really</i> bored with this Covid-19 self isolation lockdown (because that would be when I actually reply to these women) but I did open my junk mail <i>again</i> today. It still looks like I may be missing out on an opportunity to make some great new pen pals. What I don’t understand is thar it’s almost as if they're following the same template. They try to friend me on Facebook too. I have a dozen like these (see <a href="https://nerospeaks.blogspot.com/2020/04/you-have-junk-mail.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a> also)<br />
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<span class="s1">Not much any more since in this modern world almost anyone can become a celebrity. Andy Warhol famously said (I’m paraphrasing) “</span><span class="s3" style="font-style: italic;">In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes</span><span class="s1">” and... he was right! <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>You can be famous on Instagram for taking great butt selfies, you can be famous on Twitter for showing your tits (and more!), and you can be famous on Snapchat or TikTok for doing a funny little dance. It’s not hard.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The hard part comes in parlaying that 15 minutes of fame into something more substantial. It still fascinates me that so many people who consider Kim Kardashian a celebrity have no idea (</span><span class="s3" style="font-style: italic;">or have forgotten or glossed over</span><span class="s1">) that her ‘fame’ came via a sex tape leaked online. Or more correctly, two sex tapes leaked online. Rumour has it that the first one did not gain enough notoriety so they released a second one to seal the deal.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Rumour also has it that ‘they’ was none other than Kim’s mother Kris Jenner, who planned the whole ‘leak’ in order to start her daughter’s career. Whether that is true or not only they can confirm, but the facts show that Jenner was very quick to take control of the leaked tape and parlay it into a billion dollar family industry. Her ‘damage control’ makes the Jenner/Kardashian clan the Google, the Amazon, the Uber of celebrity culture. They totally disrupted the industry</span><span class="s3" style="font-style: italic;">(what - you think there wasn’t a paparazzi-based celebrity culture already established in our media?</span><span class="s1">) and monetised it to </span><span class="s4" style="text-decoration: underline;">their</span><span class="s1">advantage.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Accidentally? Yes. Kylie Minogue was staying in the apartment next to ours. I guess she was doing press interviews because she opened the door to no-one as I was trying to open mine. I was carrying shopping bags and wearing my wedding ring so no sex ensued. I stopped wearing my wedding ring after that, because lightning </span><span class="s3" style="font-style: italic;">might</span><span class="s1">strike twice (not specifically with Kylie, anyone will do).</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I know or have known a few minor ones over the years but I’m not friends with any in the sense that we have dinner or drinks together. That could change after lockdown though since my new neighbour has starred in a few Hollywood blockbusters over the past decade. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>As everyone keeps saying (and it’s true of porn stars too, who I’ve also met/worked with)(as crew!) they really are just normal people. Some are a little narcissistic but that’s to be expected in the business they’re in. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">I was gonna say fifteen, but in fairness ten is about right. My very brief foray in the spotlight happened in the early 90s, it lasted a year, and I was well forgotten five years later. With one exception: people would still occasionally recognise me up to a decade later, but they couldn’t quite figure out why. They’d do double takes and look at you sideways but only a few would say “weren’t you...?”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">It was worse when I put on weight - people would look at you and think “wow, he’s put on the pounds!” but avert their eyes if they caught you catching their eyeline. There were also a few who would chortle out loud “wow, you got fat” or “who ate all the pies?” (#haterz! #LOL) But then after two decades no-one recognises me and besides, I’m so big now they don’t even register who I once was.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">And before you ask I was a very </span><span class="s5" style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">very</span><span class="s1"> minor ‘celeb’ (and for such a brief time) that I wouldn’t even merit a “where are they now?” or “you wont believe what X looks like now” piece. I really feel for actual ‘famous’ celebs, even the D List ones, because they must suffer the public gaze permanently. No wonder so many of them go off the rails - the money doesn’t last forever and yet everyone still knows and judges you. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">It’s worse for those that have picked up a drug habit. The fame may be fleeting but the habit can last you a lifetime. The drugs are free when you’re famous, but not when you’re not.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Whenever friends and family would proudly boast about their child’s beauty or singing or acting chops I would always counsel against it when they inevitably said their son or daughter could be a model/singer/dancer/actor etc. The odds of succeeding are infinitesimally small – sure, every year </span><span class="s3" style="font-style: italic;">someone</span><span class="s1"> wins American Idol but look how many tens of thousands apply </span><span class="s3" style="font-style: italic;">each year</span><span class="s1">. And of the ‘winners’ where are they 1/5/10 years later? </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Show business is a predatory business built on a foundation of exploiting the hopes and dreams of young folk so keen to climb the ladder to stardom.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Those dreams are most often exploited by taking your money and giving you nothing in return (so much work you will do will be paid in ‘exposure dollars’). The carrot that’s waved in front of you is that you’ll make millions once you ‘make it’. Funny then that so many artists who ‘make it big’ end up suing their management anyway (because the money disappeared).</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The other exploitation is sexual, especially if you’re young and naive. I won’t go into details since we’ve all seen the tawdry novels and b-grade movies but ... they’re kinda true. One thing I will say is if your kid loves to dance then let them do classes but do </span><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">not</span><span class="s1"> encourage them to make a career of it. For the thousand worldwide that make it as a professional legit dancer there are ten thousand others in strip clubs all over the world who started because it was the only job that paid and “I love to dance, I’m going to different, I’m going give them art”. Trust me (I worked in a strip club) you start out with those lofty ideals but it’s not long before you’re performing lewd acts on a pole because thats what gets the tips.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Before anyone gets angry, I know very well that sex work </span><span class="s4" style="text-decoration: underline;">is</span><span class="s1"> work, and it’s very hard work too. I’m not dissing anyone that works in the industry - as I did once too, last century - I’m just saying that very few people in high school ever say “I’m gonna be a stripper/pornstar when I leave”. </span></div>
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It's okay, a lesbian shared this with me. She wanted to know how lesbian I <i>(a straight white man)</i> was.
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About 65% it seems.<br />
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Have I ever told you the story about that time (last century) I met a lesbian at a party (yes, an actual lesbian, not a woman trying to fob me off) and we got on so well — and got so drunk together — that I seriously thought (by the end of the night) that we were going home together... to fuck?<br />
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Yup, that’s how drunk we were. We chatted together for hours, to the exclusion of others, and she was touching me and telling me ... well, it’s not worth repeating because obviously she was winding me up. Luckily by the end of the night I knew it <i>wasn’t</i> gonna happen and we both left laughing in seperate cabs. So I didn’t embarrass myself.<br />
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But before any of you point the finger and say “Nero, you idiot, <u><i>no</i></u> lesbian wants to get with a dude” I do have some friends who started just like that. She was a card carrying lesbian for 15 years until she met him but then... {BAM!}<br />
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They’ve been together almost three years and counting...<br />
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Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-62827024660658819622020-04-27T10:30:00.000-04:002020-04-27T10:30:01.078-04:00What are your erotic/kink limits?“<i>Any uninteresting or disgusting fetish will be blocked without answer</i>”
~ warns the woman on Twitter who posts cartoons of digital women being gleefully fucked by animated horses. I wonder what she draws the line at?
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Where do <i><u>you</u></i> draw the line? Is there any erotica/kink you enjoy reading about (or looking at) that you would recoil from in real life if a lover offered/suggested it? What are your guilty pleasures Your shameful secrets? Answers in the comments below - we won’t judge!<br />
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Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-88074400493039258942020-04-26T10:30:00.000-04:002020-04-30T03:11:16.910-04:00You Have [Junk] Mail !!I’m not saying I’m really <i>really</i> bored with this Covid-19 self isolation lockdown but... I did open my junk mail today. It looks like I may be missing out on an opportunity to make some great new pen pals. At first I thought it was the same woman writing these, but the email addresses are different so that can’t be the case.<br />
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<br />Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-69928649534935608492020-04-25T10:30:00.000-04:002020-04-25T10:30:00.670-04:00I saw YogaGirl on the NYC Subway<div dir="ltr">
I saw a girl on the subway in NYC like this once, the back <i><u>and</u></i> the front. Absolutely nothing left to the imagination, she had no shame. And why should she? She certainly had the body for it... you go, girl! (Yoga girl - geddit?) (O<i>kay, maybe not my best work)</i><br />
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Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-64163420907481530332020-04-24T10:30:00.000-04:002020-04-24T10:30:05.622-04:00Fishnet Friday: Handjob!<div class="mobile-photo">
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This is not me, <i>obviously</i>, but it could have been - when I was younger. I love this image, it really takes me back. I’m not submissive, but I had no problem ‘surrendering the power’ on occasion. I certainly did enjoy the ‘reacharound’ method (amongst others)!! </div>
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And ‘making a mess’ by cumming in her hand can be sexyAF ladies!</div>
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Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-37919784753414865102020-04-23T10:30:00.000-04:002020-04-23T10:30:00.551-04:00What’s my wife reading now (continued)<div class="mobile-photo">
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My last post on the subject...?Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-86275081733509188642020-04-22T10:30:00.000-04:002020-04-22T10:30:04.784-04:00What’s my wife reading now?<div class="mobile-photo">
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<b><i>A fascinating repost from Scandinavian singer and artist (and model) @Necrinity on Instagram:</i></b><br />
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They send a message saying they're interested to date you. I let them know that I'm not here on Instagram to date (shouldn't that be pretty obvious?) I also let them know that I'm in a relationship.<br />
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First group continues with "you can swap your hubby with me" haha.... ha... ha... —seriously, not funny. The second group of people says something in the style of "do you have a single friend with the same style as you?".<br />
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I don't know about you, but I would never want to be with someone who would value my worth in how I look. Often, we just want to hear that we're funny to be with, that we're good hearted, that we're smart and lovely. The looks are just a plus.<br />
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I agree that looks do a lot, and it might be the first thing you notice about someone, but they shouldn't be your first criteria when looking for a long term relationship. No wonder a lot of us are insecure, we learn from social media that our looks are everything that matters!<br />
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I think the important thing is to find someone who is genuine at heart and has visions that are compatible with yours.<br />
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Sure it's more interesting with alternative clothes and style but in the long run, if you actually want a long term relationship, you want someone to have fun with!
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If you're looking for real love try to see beyond styles and looks. Don't be that damn picky!!!!<br />
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This is just me speaking generally, based on the types of messages I usually get. Dudes dressing up pretty regulary, complaining that they're lonely, wanting a goth/alt/fetish doll girlfriend that's nice to look at and who they can show up with like some kind of trophy. <i>Yikes!</i> </div>
Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-72174378778584746942020-03-31T11:00:00.000-04:002020-04-20T01:46:14.017-04:00Wise words from an ‘Insta-Babe’<div class="mobile-photo">
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<i>A fascinating repost from Scandinavian singer and artist (and model) @Necrinity on Instagram:</i><br />
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I've got a ton of messages during my years on instagram from guys saying they wish their girlfriends looked/were like me. I want you to remember that the online content people put up is controlled!<br />
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I'm just like anybody else! Just because I'm a model and post a lot of pictures with good light & makeup in nice looking outfits - and do that in specific angles that makes my ass and boobs look bigger and waist look smaller - doesn't mean I look "perfect" all the time.<br />
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I don't wear makeup most days, I dress in comfy clothes whenever I can, I don't wear heels often, I live a pretty "normal" private life. I've got tummy rolls, cellulites and pimples. My stomach isn't flat, I've got a double chin, especially when I look down at my phone. A lot of you might want to change your girlfriend to one of the hot models out there, but let me tell you something:<br />
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You might find a girl that is "perfect" looking by <i>your</i> standards, but she might be the most boring person you've ever met. This girl might be hella fine to look at, but what good does it do if you two aren't having fun together? I would rather have a good caring heart than be good looking. In the end, it's the inside that counts.<br />
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Think about your partner - and here comes the hard part - don't compare her to anyone else. Think about what you actually have. All her positive attributes. If you used to have fun but the spark is gone, making you wonder if there's someone else out there for you, try a couple of tricks first. She's worth the try.<br />
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Try to invest in her well being. A girl often acts based on how you treat her. Now remember, a relationship is a continuous project and you both have a responsibility to work for it. Call her beautiful, take her on a date, buy flowers or something else she might like. It's not about the money, it could just as well be a note with "I love you" written on it that you left for her.<br />
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It's up to YOU to bring out the goddess in her. Put a smile on that face, make her laugh and I promise you you’ll discover you've had your "dream girl" beside you the whole time. Make her feel loved and her confidence will grow. A confident woman is the sexiest thing there is.<br />
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If you keep reassuring her, it will stay! ❤️Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-60346067787571298672020-03-30T10:30:00.000-04:002020-03-30T10:30:00.157-04:00#MasturbationMonday - Lockdown with Lola<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<i>Lola is a sex blogger I met online when she liked something I posted a year or so ago. Her stories were pretty good too (very good, see <a href="http://www.mysexlifewithlola.com/" target="_blank">here</a>) and we converse from time to time via messaging on Social Media. It’s like she somehow knows exactly when my balls are bluest - she always mysteriously pops up in my D/Ms with something to cheer me up. Or sustain me! </i></div>
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<i>IRL, like many of you, I am on 'lockdown' at home - stuck in the house and unable to get out much due to the Covid-19 pandemic. And like many of you, it's driving me crazy. I was talking to Lola on Twitter (@down_lola), bleating like a man who hadn't had sex for well over a month. Rather than listen to me vent Lola had a simple solution - she sent me this photo, along with a simple question: "Will this help?"</i></div>
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"That will help greatly. I shall sit in the bathroom like a teenager and wank my cock - <i>like a teenager</i>. </div>
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I shall stroke my steadily hardening dick as I fixate on your shapely ass... barely covered in those skimpy cutoff shorts. </div>
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I'll imagine you prostrate in front of me, <i>teasing me</i> - telling me I'm a married man so I'm only allowed to look, not touch. </div>
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"That's not fair!" I exclaim, since I can see your pussy is already wet. </div>
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Dripping. <i>Pulsing</i>. </div>
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Just like my cock. My <i>throbbing cock</i>.</div>
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It's twitching now, starting to glisten...</div>
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Lying prostrate on the floor you start wiggling your ass provocatively, as if daring me to lunge forward and take what I so desperately want. I pound my rock hard cock wildly. I want to cum now. <i>Already</i>.</div>
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Sensing my need you stop wiggling, limiting your ass movements to a slow gyration. Very slow and <i>very</i> sexy. I start to grunt, my climax is imminent, and you match that with your soft mewls. </div>
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You purr seductively, begging for your pussy to be stroked. Lola is a sex kitten now, and she wants to be petted. And fucked.</div>
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Your soft moans send me over the edge and I cum, <i>hard</i>. My seed erupts from my cock, splattering your wet exposed cunt only inches away. </div>
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Your back arches and you cry out in ecstasy as my jizz hits you, delighting both in the power of my climax and the power you hold over me. </div>
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As I slump back, sated, my dick withers. The orgasm was explosive but fleeting. Reality hits and I realize that I am just one of your many online lovers, a stable you keep for your own amusement... mostly married men who's own wives have abandoned them sexually. </div>
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But not Lola. </div>
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Lola loves all her fans - and the appreciations and 'tributes' they give her. Lola collects all the dick pics (and pussy pics) sent in by her fans, some even showing her in the background on their laptops or monitors as they fap to her image. One couple even sent in a video of them fucking in front of a TV showing a slideshow of Lola's naughty pictures. They said they were having a three-way with Lola!</div>
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You've turned around now, your face beaming brightly with a proud smile. </div>
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"Happy now Nero?" you giggle, "you know Lola's good for whatever ails ya'!" </div>
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I can only nod and grunt in agreement. I'm still coming down from the extramarital rush. </div>
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"Okay, bye, see you next time!" you chirp sexily as your hand moves forward to switch off FaceTime. </div>
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My phone goes blank before I've even had the chance to say "thank you" properly...</div>
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<i>"Nevermind Nero</i>" I imagine your voice responding. <i>"You can send me a dick pic later...</i><i> for my collection"</i></div>
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"Said the Spider to the fly" I reply, muttering in my own head. </div>
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steak_and_Blowjob_Day" target="_blank">Steak and Blowjob Day</a> is a satirical holiday created in the USA as a male response to Valentine's Day and celebrated a month later, on <b>March 14</b>. On this day, women are purportedly supposed to cook a filet <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steak" target="_blank">steak</a> for, and later perform <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fellatio" target="_blank">fellatio</a> on, their man - to show gratitude to all the postcards, chocolate and flowers given to them on Valentine's Day. The observance has no official status, being a popular <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet_meme" target="_blank">Internet meme</a> rather than an actual holiday, and some feminists claim it's part of a backlash against the feminist movement. <i>Kiljoys</i>!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Regular readers will know that my sex life has sunk to nothing. Despite visiting Japan in February and staying in some swanky hotels my wife had left her libido at home and we had zero sex. Valentines Day came and went, and still nothing. I did get <a href="https://nerospeaks.blogspot.com/2020/02/masturbationmonday-haircut-handjob-wtf.html" target="_blank">this</a> oddball handjob, which was nice but left me perplexed. </span><br />
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So by last weekend my balls were again blue and somehow I found myself on SexTwitter (honestly, I have no idea how this happens) looking at pictures and videos of gorgeous women doing various things. My undoing came on Sunday afternoon when I decided to have a bath. My wife's family were coming for dinner on Sunday night and this can be very stressful for all involved so I figured a bath might relax me.<br />
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By four o'clock I had set the table and everything was done, save the cooking, which my wife had in hand. There really wasn't anything to do and since they weren't due until 7pm (meaning 6.45 really) I decided a long soak in the bath would be perfect way to unwind and prepare myself for the inlaws - who have long felt their daughter could have done a <u>lot</u> better.<br />
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My undoing came when I saw my Twitter friend Posy had sent me a few 'breadcrumbs'. IRL she has her own man to look after but on Twitter she is kind enough to act as my 'wingman' - she sends me a few saucy links of stuff she knows I might like. Throw in some sexy banter and I was primed and ready to go: one hand on my phone and one hand on my dick as I scrolled through various erotic images and short clips.<br />
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It all came to a head when I found myself on this Twitter page (below), watching some exquisite hand jobs. I normally have no interest in these type of clips but the women were masters in their class, and their cock worship was truly magnificent. I started jerking off in earnest and as my blue balls swirled in the warm water I recognized a familiar feeling - I was about to cum! I resolved not to hold off any longer and just 'let go' watching this clip:<br />
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I imagined this woman performing her magic on my now throbbing cock, which I was jacking in fast, firm, and even strokes. It took less than a minute to feel my cum boiling in my balls and I knew I was about to erupt. If I was with my wife I would be gasping through gritted teeth <i>"I'm cumming!"</i> but this was a solo pursuit so I just gritted my teeth.<br />
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Just as that was happening I heard another sound I recognized - my wife was coming up the stairs! <i>WTF?!</i><br />
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What happened next all happened in what felt like a millisecond...<br />
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From the sound of her footsteps I could visualize exactly where my wife was on the stairs and how long before she walked in on me. There was no question she was going to walk in on me because this is how my life is now - I try to get some 'me' time and the gods laugh and fuck it up. My wife has an uncanny intuition about when I might be wanting to find some form of sexual release. She doesn't want to actually fuck me herself but neither does she want me jerking off because that only underscores our dysfunctional sex life.<br />
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My brain calculated the odds of me being able to stop what I was doing now, and the odds were so bad my brain told me to keep going. With a few quick hand movements my cock and balls spasmed, erupting sticky semen into the now-tepid bath water. As my wife opened the door and walked in my jizz curdled into a spunky mess that spurted through the water like a broken badly poached egg.<br />
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I turned my body against the interior side of the bath and attempted to disguise the movement as me placing my phone on the stool beside the bath. My wife was staring down at me, asking me a question I don't remember. but then stopped and asked me another question. A question she already knew the answer to as soon as it had escaped her lips.<br />
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"What are you doing? Oh, I see what you're doing. Are you having fun in there?"<br />
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"Yes, thank you" I replied.<br />
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As our sex life dwindled to nothing I would sometimes fantasize about masturbating at home and allowing my wife to catch me in the act. It was a very sad fantasy, since it meant I had given up hope of igniting my wife's libido and I was now reduced to the desperate hope that if she caught me the novelty alone might spark her desire. I never acted on this fantasy, and what was happening now was unplanned.<br />
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In my fantasies there had been some sexual banter, with my wife telling me to let go of my dick so she could take over hand duties, and then she'd blow me, and then I'd go down on her and then we'd fuck happily ever after.<br />
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Instead I just said "Yes, thank you" in a tone that masked my internal monologue. <i>Inside</i> I was screaming "Yes, I'm jerking off, <i>because</i> we don't have sex anymore, <i>because</i> if I don't I get moody and you hate that, and <i>because</i> if I don't jack off now I might say something bad when your father makes another snide comment at the dinner table directed at me..." but of course I said nothing.<br />
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My tone was also somewhat defiant, screaming "don't get all pissy, if you wanted to fuck me you could have done it on Friday or Saturday night, --or last weekend-- but you didn't so you can't blame me for wanting to pleasure myself!" But I didn't say that, of course.<br />
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All my wife said was "well don't spend too long in the bath, my parents will be here in an hour" and then she turned and walked back down to the kitchen.<br />
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Nothing further was said, until midnight. The inlaws had left at 10pm and so we watched Netflix. My wife sat close to me on the sofa, cuddling me occasionally (which she doesn't normally do) and I wondered why. When the show concluded and it was time for bed my wife again said "Did you have fun in the bath?" and I again replied "Yes it was good, thank you".<br />
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And that was that, no sex ensued.<br />
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Oh, just the same stuff as always...Nero Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11470448074471957506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617591332713216262.post-40284158828391475972020-02-24T10:30:00.000-05:002020-02-25T08:59:38.131-05:00#MasturbationMonday : Haircut = Handjob = WTF?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My handjob wasn't as kinky as this <i>(she's got her hand over his mouth, right? exerting breath control?)</i> but it's a reasonable approximation of the perfunctory manner in which it was given.<i> (I do like the idea that the woman is talking dirty to him as she wanks him off)</i><br />
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Okay, perfunctory is not the right word. My wife gave me one willingly and with reasonable enthusiasm, but it was definitely all about '<i>getting </i>me<i> off'</i>. She had no interest in any reciprocal pleasure, although she did seem to enjoy me licking, sucking, squeezing, and nibbling on her breasts as she jacked me off.<br />
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What was so strange about the whole thing was that the hand relief was my wife's suggestion. She initiated it, asking me casually before dinner if I would like a hand job later. I wasn't fool enough to turn her down, even though I had already jerked off at lunchtime while she was out, The reason for that was because we hadn't had sex in ages and I had blue balls.<br />
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Curious, I did ask my wife why she was being so generous and she mumbled something about my new haircut (that I'd had that afternoon) and how well groomed I was (I'd gone for the beard trim as well) and that I should be rewarded. And I think she was serious. I know she was serious.<br />
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You give your kids candy when you want to reward their behavior, and you give your man a handjob when he does the same... apparently.<br />
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So why were my balls blue?<br />
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Because we'd been in Japan for ten days* and hadn't had sex once, despite staying in luxurious five and six star hotels -- and despite it being Valentine's Day. <br />
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Seriously, on Valentine's Day she had zero interest in anything. although as you can see from l<a href="https://nerospeaks.blogspot.com/2020/02/what-was-my-wife-reading-on-valentines.html" target="_blank">ast Thursday's post</a> she was happily reading dirty stories online on Valentine's Day. We'd gone out for a fabulous meal** but when we got back to the hotel she was all "oh, I'm so tired, what a full on day" and then retired to bed to read Kindleporn instead.<br />
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And no, she wasn't waiting for me to seduce or woo her. I tried that and she shut me down.<br />
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<i>The WTF in the title comes from the fact that she offered me the handjob out of the blue on Thursday night. I really couldn't figure out what prompted it. Was it the new haircut like she said, or was it because she'd read what I'd <a href="https://nerospeaks.blogspot.com/2020/02/what-was-my-wife-reading-on-valentines.html" target="_blank">posted that morning</a>?</i><br />
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<i>*and as is her wont, we don't have sex before we go away either because she wants to wait until we get to the hotel where she can 'luxuriate' and 'really relax'.</i><br />
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<i>**no it wasn't a heavy meal, it was a lite Japanese meal and delicious. So she was not 'too full' for sex. She just didn’t want it, not with me at least.</i><br />
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No, these men don't have VD. </div>
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I had this post sitting in drafts, and I meant to schedule it for Valentines Day, but as you'll see I posted other stuff that week.</div>
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But I did intend to post some hunky men for my straight female readers <i>(and any gay men!)</i> as a sort of acknowledgement that I post a lot of pics of female nudes on this blog that probably don't interest you that much. Not sure if these two interest you either (everyone has different tastes) but you have a choice of rough or smooth. </div>
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Not much ethnic diversity I know, but as a straight white male I didn't think it was my place to go there! <i>(But look up 'Black Superman' on IG if you want).</i></div>
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Anyway... a happy belated Valentines Day to you all. I hope it was everything you wanted.</div>
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<i>*Draft Title - I left it like this since it's not Valentine's Day.</i></div>
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