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it’s amazing what technology can do to people.  the internet has changed the world in ways that most of us cannot even imagine.  now it is so much easier to interact with people from far away, as long as they got internet connection.  email, chat, voice and video chat, etc, etc, etc.

the internet is such a diverse universe in itself.  there are online communities centered on various interests.  think of a subject and there could very well a forum for it somewhere, somehow.  i am a member of quite a few of these communities, ranging from technology, to sports, to love, to general interests and even to a forum dedicated to where best to score with girls!

i have met with some of the members of some forums, and got lucky with some.  one girl even became my girlfriend for about a year, and the sex was so hot! believe me, she can’t get enough of it.  i was, in effect, her sexslave because i was practically living in her pad the whole time.  although, being the sagittarius that i am, i got bored eventually and ditched her.  but it was a tough decision for me.  she was getting too attached.  not that i did not lead her to believe that i was serious, i did, so i can have sexytime all the time.  hey! what can i say? i am evil… so things got kinda too much for me (not the sex though, i loved it everytime).

after that, i was once again on the prowl for (an)other willing victim(s).  i pored over the online forums and searched for targets.  i met them one by one.  some were ok but most were freaking ugly or fat!  though i still ‘talk’ to them occassionally just so they won’t say that i am ugly-phobic.  i was losing hope, then i met this pretty young thing.  we were already communicating for a while but schedules restricted us to meet.

one day, we got our scheds match and finally met.  i knew i was going to like her and liked her i really did.  nothing came out of that first meeting so we went out some more.  i was assessing how to pounce.  then after a few more dates, we kissed.  oh she was so hot.  i figured because she was a scorpio.  then we ended up in bed. oh man oh man! i never met anyone with that kind of prowess.  she was still naive but she really was insatiable.  i was embarassed for not performing to her standards that time.  but she wanted it non-stop! my gawd!

we broke up after that, but later on we met again and fucked again.  then we broke up again and then we fucked some more.  weird little girl.  she is afraid to commit to an old separated guy with kids.  but who am i to complain? as long as i can have her pussy.  this girl is the one i’m talking about in I, Mister.  she has a bf but wouldn’t admit it.

right now she calls me her sexslave and i love it.   and i think she’s breaking up with her bf.  ohh lala!  sexytimes!

Shave

i never liked my pubes. i think the only time i was excited about it was when there were only a few pieces of it growing as i was entering puberty. me and my friends (all boys, of course) were all excited and were showing each other our “progress” in that department. ha!ha! i remember having a jack-off party of sorts, trying to race which one would come first! those were the days! but that is another story.

so one time i tried to remove all my pubes by shaving. just a spur of the moment decision. i didn’t plan it, never even thought about it, actually. i think when i did it, my pubes were all over the place.

it was a new experience. it felt better. it smelled better as well. no more squirming in your seat when a stray pube gets caught and pulled. you know what i’m saying? ouch!

the down-side is that it gets super itchy when hair starts to grow. at first i thought i would never do it again, but i found a solution. it’s as simple as an after-shave lotion or balm. pretty obvious isn’t it? i put on a liberal amount of after-shave right after shaving and a couple of days after.

and yet another downside is that it would be painful for your partner when you have sex after shaving because of the stubbles. well, you just have to shave it all again when you expect action, don’t you?

i want to try waxing but i guess the pain scares me. and i would be too embarassed to have it done by someone else. (what if i get a boner? ha!ha!)

well, i dont think i will ever stop shaving. try it.

I, Mister (pt2)

i met her again today and as expected, ended up in bed. sigh. when will this madness end?

in the past, it is always i who have the upper hand at these kind of things. i was always in control. it never occured to me that someday, somehow i will be the one on the other side of the fence.

could be karma.

she’s still young. she says that she just wants to enjoy what life has to offer.

i’ll wait. but time is running out.

Teacher

and so i picked her up from a mall then went straight to a nearby motel. she looked angry because i was late. she looked the same but now i notice that she wore some make-up. she never wore make-up before.

when we got to the room, we talked for a bit then i started to touch her. when we were almost there i asked if she was safe. she said she was not and asked if i brought condoms. i didn’t.

oh well, we’re just gonna meet again next week. sigh.

WiFi Home

i love my new wifi router. it fills my house with internet signals that i can access from every corner. i can walk around (sometimes naked, but that’s not my point) with my laptop and stay connected. what i love most is the ability to browse the internet inside the bathroom, when i am at my most creative state. imagine me sitting on the toilet bowl and writing this blog entry. pure bliss! i can never ‘go’ without something to tinker on. i always bring something with me to play with whenever i go to the bathroom. first it was the cellphone. then the pda. then a portable dvd player with a small screen. then a laptop.

ah the moments i stay inside the bathroom are the most relaxing for me.

Sexytime

this afternoon, i will meet an old ‘friend’ i met thru chatting. i believe it was more than a year since i last ’saw’ her. damn she is one foxy bitch! she is about four years younger than me and she’s a grade school teacher somewhere in region 3. she has 2 kids and her husband is working abroad. she is kinda naive because so far, she only had sex with 2 guys, her husband and me, well that’s what she tells me anyway. her lack of experience in bed is sort of a testament to this. in our first encounters, she just practically laid on the bed and let me do all the working. its fun to be able to teach her ways of pleasing a guy in bed. it was a new experience for me, because aside from being inexperienced, she is also very shy. and she gets easily ashamed when she is being pleasured. hopefully today, we’ll have an amazing private session again.

i can’t remember now why we stopped seeing each other for more than a year. but i am thankful that she found my number again and contacted me. when it rains, its wet!

I, Mister

a mistress is what you call a woman who is in a relationship with a married guy. but what do you call a man who is in a relationship with a married woman? a mister?

well i think that i am a “kept man”

although she isn’t married, i believe she has a boyfriend. the thing is, we are having sex but she doesn’t like any commitments. when we meet, we don’t go to places where there are a lot of people. so most of the time (actually, everytime) we end up in private places.

although i like the arrangement (hey what guy wouldn’t like sex without commitments?) i kind of feel that this is not right.

i love it when we are together, but i hate it when she wouldn’t answer my calls nor text messages. that’s when i think that she is with her boyfriend. kinda sucks, especially when i can’t demand an explanation coz i’m not her boyfriend.

Liberty?

i have been separated for a quite a while now and it was one of the most liberating decisions i made in my life. it was one impulsive decision that left my friends and family clueless. my brothers and sisters, including my parents, upon learning that we separated, began to ask ‘why?’ but i didn’t give any definitive answer. doing so would only put my ex-wife in a bad light. although my dad had an inkling, i never confirmed anything.

no, there was no third party involved. it was more of a falling-out thing. we simply grew apart while we were together. we no longer knew each other anymore and we were no longer having sex, which i had to find somewhere.

there were no fights, at least major ones. it was very rare that we actually fight.

the kids were the most affected. all of them cried their hearts out and it was very hard to explain why we had to separate because they were oblivious to what was actually going on. my middle kid was the most difficult as she didn’t talk to me for days. i told them how sorry i was that we really had to separate, and that their mom and I still love them so much.

they were so affected that the school administrator have arranged for a meeting between me and the ex-wife to try and patch things up because our eldest was having trouble with her relationships with her classmates, friends and teachers. the very quiet girl became even more quiet and stopped talking to her friends. she wrote things in a piece of paper that was so full of hate and condemned almost everything and everyone in school.

it was a bad breakup. i still don’t talk to my ex up to now and i have no other feeling for her except aversion, resentment, disgust and scorn. whatever issue that needs to be conveyed are usually all coursed through the kids. she sends some text messages sometimes to remind me of their weekly allowance and this irritates me. whenever i get a text message from her, i feel so annoyed and agitated.

now, the kids stay with me during weekends and we play a lot. they are now used to the idea that they now have two homes now. though sometimes, during the drive to and from their two homes, i can’t help but think about how hard this must be for them. the separation forced them to an early maturity. when we talk, i can sense that somehow, their childhood would be different. they have responsibilities now that somehow shouldn’t be put upon their shoulders.

they will be teenagers soon and now i am afraid of what will become of them when they grow up. will they resent me? how will they deal with their own relationships? will they become stronger? will they become indifferent? how will they assert their independence? i am only sure of one thing: i will be there for them when they need me. i am their father, i can only guide them and hope that they make the right choices for themselves.