I'm Done

I'm officially quiting.  Hanging up the hat, and leaving for good.  I started this blog with the intent of working on my Ashley Madison skills and hoping to procure new ones.  There was also this faint hope of meeting other women who are bloggers and using AM.  Maybe, I thought, I would have a better chance meeting my type of woman who was using that site if she could see more of me, more of my personality than what AM allows for.  You may recall that I was using that site for a long time and had just a few experiences that kept me going back to it.  Most of the time it was a lot of fucking wasted time.

In the meantime, the blog gave so much more than I could have imagined.  You, my blog crushes, and the few men who stay in touch gave me so many ideas and inspired me to pursue what I've always wanted, whatever that want was.  And what I want now has nothing to do with AM anymore.

Ohhh, what... what  did you think I meant?  I'm not qutting blogging I'm quiting AM, for good.

I've emailed Mr. Riff Dog to see if he wants my credits.  He deserves them.  What an amazing writer and flair that man has.   ashleyandme  I thought to myself, if I could write as half as good as him that I might enjoy blogging.  So thanks Riff.

I don't need Ashley Madison anymore.  It's just not my thing .  It hasn't been now for a while.  The last time I met someone from there I had to end it before it even got started really because suddenly I felt like I wasn't being truthful about my current situation.  Yes, I told her I was married, but no, I didn't tell her that divorce papers were filed.  You see, there's an underlying theme to AM and one which I don't want anything more to do with: cheating and lying.  Mind you, I never cheated on my wife, or have cheated on a partner in which I was in a monogamous relationship with.  But, most of the people I was meeting were cheating and that doesn't feel right to me now.  My preference is more for a totally honest/open approach to sex, and to relationships.  

Goodbye AM.  Of course the blog continues.  How could I close down the fountain of inspiration that pours through?

Back to the Drawing Board

AM date #5 proceeded Saturday afternoon and I was anxious in a good way.  Yes, this time I didn't forget to have lunch and I was feeling pretty good.  We met at a coffee shop and talked for a little while.  The conversation was nice.  We've talked a lot on the phone and from email for about 7 months, and we finally were meeting.  Crazy huh?  Investing months of time, with an occasional text or email here or there.  Well much like my last AM date this woman was married and in an open marriage.  So far so good being that I prefer this kind of arrangement/friendship/relationship over a single woman.

We drove to another location and hung out together just talking and getting to know each other.  Was she hot?  Sort of.  When she smiled she was attractive, however from different angles I wasn't at all attracted to her.  All I could think about was "don't settle for someone for whom you are not totally physically attracted to".  I've been posting these kinds of warnings for myself on this blog for sometime now.

She talked a lot and at one point I was thinking that she's really talking too much and not really listening or laughing at my jokes.   Does that matter in the grand scheme of things when I really want to do is maybe fuck her?  Yes, and no, but there has to be both physical chemistry and that mental spark, and both were a little bit lacking.  

So, back to the drawing board where I continue to fantasize about about everything I want in partner and what I'm looking for.  Yes, if this were a movie it would be a lot like Weird Science, where I could design everything, a la carte style, the perfect partner.  Although a little bit of unpredictability is nice too.  How would I design that?  hhmmmm

Where are you woman?  Where are you women who are "attached" but looking for something fun on the side, looking for a friend-with-benefits, or a fuck-buddy?  Where are the women that are in an open marriage in my town?

My Battery Died

The first woman that I met on AM completely rocked my world. We talked for about a month prior to meeting, had an incredible, and I mean unforgettable visit with each other that I outlined here. We have been talking and connecting in a different way since that first and only time that we got together. Had I known it would have been our only time together, I still would have done it, I still would've gone through the vulnerability process, and the uncertainy of what lay ahead.

Too many issues plague the continuation of our relationship, such as her marriage, and our distance. She is simply unavailable. Truth be told, we both tried in vain to end the relationship for the past 2 weeks, yet both of us continued to come back to each other, back to that special place. You know that place? That place where you feel accepted, where you feel admired, where you worship and get worshipped in return, and where the sex (the physical connection) is amazing. She was the perfect girl for Dewey at that time.

I've talked about her before, Mind Fuck, because she truly was someone that in a good way, fucked my brain. I mean that in a very good way. I needed someone like her, and just at that time in my life. I thought about her constantly, I adored her. Yes, we only met once, but we formed a bond together that will last for a long time. I'm hoping someone new comes along in my "local" quest/search to break that bond. I would sincerely like to forget about Mind Fuck.

Our last conversation a week ago was a good one. We spoke for two hours on the phone. As we talked she told me her battery was about to die and I said, good. When its dead and gone, our conversation will be over and so will this thing we have. She sent me one last message in the morning and this is how it read, "My battery died last night right at the perfectly perfect moment and POOF! I took a deep breath and smiled. With a tear... "

Hallelujah

So this weekend didn't turn out to well, but I quickly got over it with the help of a new friend. I met this woman about 4 weeks ago at a coffee shop to discuss our AM prospecting. We did not meet with the intention of hooking up. I was clear that I was working on someone else at the time, Mind Fuck, and she too was also working on someone, or maybe two guys. It's kinda like two people from two companies (HR Dept.) coming together to talk about the hiring process, or the auditioning process. We had a nice hour long visit 4 weeks ago, and then about 2 weeks ago our messaging turned into more than just friendly. This was again, a new experience for me. I finally had met someone local, that I would consider having sexy time with (I promise, no more Borat references after that last one).

What captivated me about this woman? Well, it wasn't her age. She's 10 years older than me. Was it her body? Not exactly. . . but, her eyes. Yes, her eyes said it all. They mesmerized me almost into a trance; sexy eyes, and a beautiful voice, as well as a nice face. Physically, I wouldn't say that she is totally my type, since I prefer women who are equal with me in terms of being "fit", but she had other qualities that really turned me on. She knew, for instance, what to message me at midnight to get me just in the right mood. She is very smart too. Educated woman are a big plus, and add a sense of humor to that and you've got yourself a deal. We've certainly had a good connection for the past 4 weeks prior to meeting.

I met her at her place, and she locked the door behind me. I wasted not a second finding her lips and kissing her. They were nice - pleasant - soft lips. She kissed well. No small talk, no chit chat, just instantly tearing at each other. We had a nice hour together in her home, feeling each each others warm bodies, and caressing all the right spots. I bent her over and pulled her panties down, spreading her nice cunt and massaging her clit. She was so horny, and I don't think it was all because of me. She was rearin to go before I ever showed up with her nice wet pussy. I fingered her and played with all of her pussy. Then I methodically massaged her clit, as she stayed bent over, her rounded breasts laying nicely on the couch. She came in almost two minutes as I continued to massage her clit and tongue her pussy. And then, in what I consider to be quiet time, she laid there for two minutes, just melting into the couch, breathing heavily, body shaking, just soaking in her orgasm. Mission accomplished.

As we lay there, her hands felt for my cock, and then it was my turn. She pulled my underwear off and sucked me beautifully. A near perfect blow job, placing her lips and hands in all the right places, and then the words, which I hadn't expected to hear, "Cum in my mouth, I want to you cum in my mouth", were like a choir of angels singing hallelujah. As she worked my shaft and deepthroated me, I cautioned her that I was close, and with a deep resonance to her voice she moans, "uhh huuuh", and I knew at that moment that I had to let go and just be. Just be!! It was an intense orgasm. It lasted and lasted, and I moaned in a high pitched sound, almost as though it hurt but yet feels so good kinda way. She never stopped to ask me if I was done, she just kept going and going, and this Dewey, this Dewey . . . was a happy man. Happy indeed.

Now I'm not one to usually kiss and tell, or maybe I am, but the next morning I get a message that reads something like this: "I just have to say that I found you to be so ... what's the word I want ... there are a myriad of them, one will not do... delicious, assertive, passionate, mysterious, sweet, and fabulously three-dimensional ;-) I love how you moan... "

Again, I am very fortunate to have such good friends. Life is good.

The Next Morning

To say I had a sleepless night in this little hotel room would be correct. I had 10-15 minutes with "Mind Fuck" the night before and it left me more than hot and bothered. Would she come back the next morning, or would she find excuses to be busy? Our few minutes together had been so intense, so passionate that I couldn't imagine her not wanting to come back to me.

There's something to be said about two humans - two strangers that hardly know each other, having never met before or even talked by way of phone that are drawn to each other in a darkened hotel room. We met through AM and having messaged so frequently and connected on such a deep level so fast that the only thing left was to bring all those fantasies and IM chats to fruition. Animalistic, Raw Sweaty, Passionate, Unending, fruition. These are the words I choose now to define those two hours we had together the next morning. It was perfect. It was all A-Game.

I could describe all the positions we successfully accomplished, as if we were performers for a vile circus act, and I could detail those two hours remarkably from memory but for now what I really want to say is that I evolved. I grew up a lot. I grew up sexually and have become transformed by so many of you, my blogging compadres. I never would have thought to take a woman from behind, while standing up and having a ridiculous hard pounding fuck, and saying to her, as my hips are thrusting from behind "you are my whore". "Tell me that you are my whore", followed by her response and fully succumbing to me. We're facing a mirror and looking into each others eyes and I am taking my prey as she repeats back to me that she is emphatically, my whore. FUCK!!! A hat tip to Miss I for those moments, and many more just like it. My blogging friends are a window into the world of seduction, often full of so many do's and don'ts. Ultimately though, these ideas have only worked because my confidence has ballooned. Mind Fuck was the first to let this new man work his magic, and it left both of us stunned, literally with a sober hangover the next morning from the insane physical and mental interaction.

I texted her the next morning and told her"if you ever forget how sexy you are, just look in a mirror and remember when I was looking at you in the mirror yesterday. That's how sexy you are." That went over quite nicely too. It remains to be seen whether I will get to see Mind Fuck any time soon with her tremendously busy work/family schedule, and because she lives quite a bit away from me, but July isn't looking to bad. At least its not April. And I've got some new things in store (maybe a fetish or two) for the next sexcipade that will push my personal boundaries of comfortableness to the next level. Making giant steps here I suppose.

Again, all you writers/bloggers, be it female or male, you my polyamorous friends, I thank you, I appreciate your stories, I read them, I memorize parts of them. Continue to shed the light. Dewey is ever grateful.

Nice to Fuck Your Acquaintance

I had my first AM meet-n-greet this last week. To say that it was extraordinary wouldn't even cover it. I'm going to try and find the words to describe my experience and connection I had with "mind-fuck", but it's not going to be easy. This meeting took place in her town, and I had the room reserved. She arrived at my room and said that she only had 10 minutes, but that she would have more time later the next morning. Well, 10 minutes is better than no time at all, even though it doesn't give me the kind of time that I wanted to express myself and have a good hard pounding fuck.

She comes into the room, with a huge smile on her face, a bit mischievous, and sexy. I think she was nervous. Later she told me she almost got cold feet, but apparently she was warm enough to walk her way out of the car into my room. She smiles at me, and we literally lunged toward each other, like raw uninhibited animals, just clawing at each other. I picked her up as our lips and tongues are locked and hold her legs and ass with my hands/arms and pin her to the wall. I'm not normally strong enough to pick a woman up but the adrenaline was pumping and god damn it if I couldn't pick ten of her up at that moment.

She's up against the wall in my arms. We're still clothed, but my cock is rubbing up against her. She looked hot, just gorgeous hot. She's a "better in person than on pictures" person. Maybe because I hadn't seen much in the way of pictures. Her eyes are beaming. They say fuck me now, but I can't. I can't fuck this woman in 10 minutes. Well sure, I could have but it's not how I imagined my first time with her would be. So what does a man do that's only got a few minutes to play? He has insane-intense foreplay. He sucks, he grabs, he pulls, he licks, and he kisses like its the last time he's ever going to see this girl. I throw her on the bed. I pull her pants down unveiling the white laced panties he had promised her he would devour with his mouth. That promise was more like, if you wear those panties, I will lick your pussy while they are still on. I will lick those lips as I push your panties from one side to the other, teasing your clit with my hot breathe. And then when you're not expecting it I will dive my tongue into your pussy and fuck you with my tongue. I proceed. It's hot, she's delicious and wet. I tongue fucked her and then move my way up for her clit. My tongue circling it, and taking its time, my fingers crawling inside her pussy. I can literally feel her clit swelling in my mouth. It's huge. It's hard. She's moaning and grabbing my hair with her hands.

I've been told my specialty is giving a woman an oral orgasm. I have good rhythm when it comes to finger and mouth. They are a team. I lick her clit with tongue and massage the inside of her pussy with my fingers. She's unbuttoning my jeans and clawing for my hard rock cock. She wants to squeeze it while I'm working her. I had no idea what time it was, but it flew by, and she sat up and promised me she would be back the next day. We're both trying to catch our breathe and just stare at each other as if to say, "I would want nothing more than to fuck your acquaintance. I wish we could stay here, on this bed all night."

So do you want to know if she comes backs for more the next morning? I think you know the answer to that. More to come on the next post.

Ashley Madison

I've been using the Ashley Madison web-site for about one year now. I use it because it's the only site I know of that is the closest to a legitimate site for meeting women that are in a similar situation. That situation is, of course, the sexually frustrated person that enjoys fucking, passion, connection, intimacy, and all of it with a bit of discretion. And we need discretion for a variety of reasons; we are married, and or we have a significant other, or we have kids, and we want to protect those we care about from being hurt by the knowledge that we are pursuing all of those things I just listed, but in no particular order . . . well #1 is #1 and that can't be changed. In case I've lost you I'm talking about fucking.


In all this time, I have not met one woman from the site. No. Not a single pair of tits has come forth from this experiment. Now, I say tits, but women are so much more to me than that. They are the most beautiful creation on this earth, and they smell good. I have had a few relationships that happened outside of the site, so its not looking too pathetic over here in Dewey's part of the world, but new doors just opened up, and new possibilities arrived that have me feverishly messaging the ladies out there and trying to make things happen. I believe that those that do nothing, get nothing, so I've been going out on the town lately, and prospecting on AM. I've come very close to meeting a woman and then she completely abandon me. She stopped writing like she went off the grid or something. I was sad about that because I had worked hard on the email thing for about 6 weeks with her. And then one day, viola, she disappeared.


The AM site has been crazy loaded lately with sugar babies. Single, attractive women looking for that special arrangement that includes the exchange of sex for money, or the equivalent of money. I'm not even joking here when I say that this phenomena of sugar babies is up maybe 100% over the past 4 months. I don't like it, its very annoying. I don't like it because it blurs the reason that I'm even there on AM. I want someone that is in a similar situation, married. I exchanged a note with Riff Dog from Ashley and Me, and he agreed that the situation was getting worse. Yes, the economy stinks right now, and yes more and more people are loosing their jobs everyday. Living yesterday's lifestyle of having it all, and doing very little to get it, is falling part for many people. These women need their rent paid, or they need someone to foot the bill on their next trip to the mall. To be honest, if the economy wasn't the way it was, my salary would be a hell of lot better than it is, and I might even entertain such a relationship with a sugar baby. But it isn't my preference. Sugar babies, get off AM. Please!!


So getting back to the basics, my system, Dewey's Fucking System, is having a little bit of trouble snarling the good catch. I've got to work on the bait, work on my game, I've got to step it up, and I've got to find me a good woman. Let it rain, let it pour. Let the world open up to me. Let the "System" work on its own.