TJ -- Tri State Male Slut

The hiatus has simply gone on too long...so I am back!

A number of factors have contributed to my protracted absence from the blog scene. But I have finally decided to make my long overdue return. Among the most compelling reasons are these.

-- More of you than I could have ever possibly anticipated have written to me saying that you miss my blog and my stutty antics. I was shocked and surprised. I am also, of course, quite flattered to say the least.

-- After a brief respite from my whoring around (for a combination of personal, professional, and medical reasons), my activities have resumed in full force. In short, I have been more of a slut than ever, with some incredibly exciting and entertaining tales to share.

-- Finally, I realize that my blog is a creative outlet that I not only enjoy, but that I desperately need. Who woulda thunk it?

A few entries should follow in short order. Stay tuned.

I frequently don’t have an opportunity to play much when I am in London in business. Often, I am there just a few days and barely have time to get over my jet lag before I am hopping a plane home. I am also usually working ten hrs a day the entire time. On this latest trip, however, I was there almost two weeks and finally had time to make some new friends.

One evening after work, I was taking the tube back to my hotel on Great Russell Street near the British Museum. As the train approached my stop, I stood up and spied a gorgeous woman in the next car. She was about 22 years old, tall, thin with a long wavy mane of chestnut colored hair. She was just beautiful. As I stood there daydreaming, waiting for the train doors to open, I could not decide if she was a swimsuit model or volleyball player. My reverie ended when the doors opened and she headed up the escalator and towards the street --- only about 5 feet in front of me.

When we reached the exit, we turned and began heading the same direction down the street. Just as I was about to launch into another fantasy about this sexy young woman, there was a terrible car accident just 50 feet in front of us. All of the nearby pedestrians stooped in their tracks. We were simply stunned and milled about the street chatting with one another, trying to piece together just how the awful events we had witnessed had transpired. Fortunately, I was able to begin a conversation with the beauty I had been eyeing. She had an incredibly sexy French accent, which damn near had me cream my pants. Her name was Agnes (pronounced An-yes) and she was from Paris, going to school in London for a year.

As the scene around us quieted, we began to walk together and talk a bit more personally---although her limited English (and my complete lack of French) made this challenging at times. It was clear that there was immediately some chemistry there. Before long she started telling me how nice it was to meet me with a long and very deliberate gaze. Apparently, she found English men cold (and consequently had not met any men she to go out with) but had a definite attraction to American men. I tried to I tried to get her to have a drink with me, but apparently she was headed to work as a night desk clerk at a B&B near Russell Square. She quickly offered me her address (which surprised me---women just don’t do that here anymore for obvious reasons) and phone number and asked me to call her soon. Better yet she insisted---just drop by anytime. I planned to do so almost immediately.

The next evening, I bought a bottle of wine and headed off to see my French beauty. I offered my name through the awful shriek of an obviously damaged intercom and was buzzed up. When I got to the door, however, it was not Agnes who answered, but rather her roommate--Nadine. I was a bit flustered, since Agnes hadn’t mentioned she had a roomie---but she obviously had told Nadine all about me. Nadine was just 22 and was also a student from France. She was only about 5ft tall and quite petite with a short blonde cut and very fair skin—but had a quiet sexiness about her. The only difficulty was that she had even less English that Agnes and a much thicker accent. Somehow she conveyed that Agnes would not be home for some time, but invited me to sit and chat. We sat in her kitchen, and I opened the wine as she lit some candles.

Before long we kissed deeply and our tongues were dancing eagerly. I pulled and tugged at her clothes – undressing her quickly and sitting her up on her kitchen table. I was hungry to taste her hot shaved pussy and buried my face between her legs. I rested her legs on top of my shoulders and spread her wide open, running my tongue up and down her hot wet slit and then teasing, licking and sucking her clit. She was moaning loudly and mumbling French phrases (damn I wish I knew what she was saying) quietly to herself as she creamed my face a few times. Finally, I stood up, rolled on a condom, pulled her legs up over my arms and pressed myself into her tight hot box. As I eased myself deeper and deeper into her she grunted and groaned and muttered “no, no, no” over and over. Now, when I hear the word “no” from a woman I make it a rule to stop. I gently started to ease myself out of her when she suddenly grabbed my ass with her hands and pulled me back deep inside her hungrily---while she moaned and groaned and mumbled. Somehow, that made me crazier than ever. I began fucking her in long smooth forceful strokes—gradually increasing in speed and force---until I was pounding her pretty mound to a fever pitch. She came another time or two during that marathon fuckfest and now I wanted to lose my nut deep in her. I picked her up, wrapped her legs around me, and started fucking her standing up---sliding her tiny body up and down my pole . Her eyes widened and she yelped loudly, I could tell she liked me tossing her around like a rag doll---using her like an adorable fuck doll. I grunted loudly as I finally came deep inside her, while she pulled herself even more closely around me (Shakespeare called this the “beast with two backs” in one of his plays). We stayed that way for a bit and finally I lowered her to the ground. We both freshened up and had some water and sat quietly in her living room. Suddenly she seemed too quiet, though, and perhaps even a bit uncomfortable. I kissed her gently and made my way into the night. I worried that somehow she didn’t enjoy herself as much as I did. Even worse---a bad “review” might hurt my chances with Agnes and I still wanted her.

I hesitated slightly to drop by the next night but would have hated myself if I bypassed a chance to meet Agnes. When I got upstairs, however, it was again Nadine who greeted me. When she saw me she smiled widely and gave me a long deep kiss. “Well hello” I thought to myself. She grabbed my arm and led me to her living room. Amazingly, we talked easily and laughed freely---and I noticed that this seemed an entirely different Nadine---confident and gregarious. I gently offered that she seemed in a better mood than the day before. “Oui,” she agreed (you gotta love a girl that says “oui” on a regular basis) “and it is because of last night,” she explained. “Oh well…er…that is so nice,” I replied a bit surprised and flattered. “It is verrrrrrrry nice,” she purred, as she kissed me deeply. She grabbed my hand and led me to her room---and when we got there she pushed me gently back on the bed. She knelt in front of me and kissed me again. Then suddenly she pushed me away and looked at me seriously. “You know….I am not really a woman,” she confessed. Not a woman? In an instant, a thousand thoughts raced through my head. How could that be? What did I miss? As I sat there with my mind racing and head spinning, she finally smiled playfully and said “I am a tiger….grrrrrrrrrr.” and she pounced atop me on the bed. I laughed and was relieved and excited at this new side of Nadine. We had a very athletic fuck session and fucked long and hard and roughly---and as I banged her tight little pussy she dug her nails deep into my back and shoulders and butt. I loved it. She may not have been a tiger, but she clawed me like one. (When I got back to my hotel later and looked in the mirror I certainly looked like I had been wrestling a Bengal tiger). Finally, we were both spent and we lay in her bed and talked for quite a while. Apparently, she was engaged to a young guy back in Paris, but their sex life together was rather tame at best. She told me she never came more than once with him and often didn’t cum at all. So she was surprised and even a bit distressed that she had cum 8 times with me just the night before---and even more this evening. “How many times tonight?” I asked playfully. “I stopped counting,” she giggled, “…too many times.” “Impossible---no such thing as too many,” I whispered to her as she kissed me softly again and again. As Nadine sucked my cock, rolled a condom on me, and climbed on top of my prick to ride me yet again, I chuckled softly as I thought about the kind of “review” she was sure to give Agnes. What a unique way to build the anticipation with a woman, I thought--- by fucking her best friend senseless.

Alas, my blog has fallen into disuse and disrepair, dear readers. But have faith---I have not curtailed my slutty adventures, only (unfortunately) my recent reporting of them. The truth is I have been so wicked of late that I have had hardly any time to write. Some of these recent activities have been so delicious, however, that they demand reporting. I'll try to catch up a bit this weekend, but will offer a little teaser to you. My work just took me to London for a few weeks where I had a chance to further expand my reputation. Yes, my friends, I am now most definitely an international slut.

I keep a profile on alt.com – which normally isn’t very useful. I have been getting mail through that site long enough that I know when to immediately hit the delete button (mostly in about 3 seconds). Every now and then, however…

I heard from Kelly about 2 months ago, a very pretty 26 year-old nurse in Westchester. From that first contact she seemed quite genuine and extremely eager--- she was also very married. Although she had only been married for 2 years, she had been with this same guy for almost 6 and was already feeling unappreciated and bored. Not only was her hubby not helping her to explore her curiosities about bondage, submission, and a range of other alternative activities she was fascinated with, he seemed to be suddenly uninterested in even vanilla sex. She hoped I could help her become a sub and a slut… Lord knows I was gonna try.

We arranged to meet for a drink one day on her way into work (well actually I had a drink while she sipped iced tea since she had a shift coming up). Her hospital was not too far from a place I stay when I am in Westchester overnight, so I suggested a familiar watering hole. She entered the bar wearing a colorful spring dress, no stockings, and some simple but sexy wedges which gave some height to her compact 5’5” frame. She has shoulder length red hair, pale blue eyes, and a very nice athletic body. I greeted her with a nice hug, helped her onto a stool, and ordered her a beverage. I stood next to her with my arm around the stool and sipped my cocktail. We did some pleasant small talk for a few minutes (the drive, the traffic, etc) because I could see she was a bit nervous. But we didn’t have much time before she had to go to work (obviously she felt more comfortable that way---but I still can’t figure out if she didn’t trust me or herself). Finally I leaned in and whispered in her ear – telling her how gorgeous she is (no lie there boys and girls) and how her pictures didn’t do her justice. She blushed and turned away (oh my -- how sexy and alluring that shy blush was). I whispered several more thoughts to her--each time leaning in closer and each time telling her more directly and dirtily about my growing lust for her.

Soon she was off to work and I grabbed the checked and walked her to her car. I let her know candidly that I wanted to see her soon and for a longer and more private meeting. She blushed and stammered and agreed that my idea “could be nice.” But a quick discussion about our schedules did not offer much hope. She seemed resigned to postpone our next meeting indefinitely and began to unlock her car door when I turned her around by her shoulders and kissed her hard. That halted her right in her tracks. For a moment she almost seemed to stop breathing and when she finally looked at me, I could not decide if she was going to hit me or pass out…but she kissed me again, this time long and deep. I said “surely you must get a dinner break on your shift.” She paused, thought, looked down and said “…well ...maybe...could you call me at the nurse's station at around 10:30pm?” Could I? You bet, hon.

I ran a few errands and called her at the agreed upon time. “Do you have time to grab some food?,” I asked. “No, not now, I am sorry…” she apologized and paused. Just as I thought she was about to blow me off she offered “…but I could come downstairs for a quick visit, if you like.” "Oh, I like the way she thinks already." I thought to myself. “That sounds ok…” I replied.

I pulled my car into the circular drive of the hospital entrance and waited for her to come out. When she jogged through the door, my excitement grew. As if she weren’t already attractive enough, the sight of Kelly in her nurse’s uniform with her hair pulled back into an adorable lil ponytail gave me a raging hard-on. She jumped in the car and gave me a kiss and I drove to the back of the parking area. I backed into a place (to keep an eye out for the security patrol) at the rear of the visitor’s lot.

When I turned the car off and leaned in to kiss her, she pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. I could sense her need and desire deep within her and it made my prick as hard as a brick. My hands roamed over her tight body---massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, squeezing her ass, and rubbing her pussy on the outside of her uniform as she moaned. I then placed her hand on my cock and her eyes widened with anticipation as she rubbed, squeezed and pulled on my hard dick. “You’re dying for a taste of me, aren’t you angel?,” I asked as I slipped my hand under her blousy shirt, pulling hard at her erect nipples. She moaned in agreement and kissed me deeply. I took my prick out and she quickly took it in her hand and stroked it lovingly. “Kiss it and lick it,” I ordered her softly. She leaned over and started to take me in her mouth. I grabbed her ponytail and yanked it hard as she gasped. “I said lick it -- not suck it!. Listen carefully to what I tell you.” “Yes…yes yes…I will…,” she stammered as she looked at me nervously. She then leaned over and began alternating between using her tongue and then her lips -- kissing and licking every inch of me. “Nice—I can see you enjoy that.” I whispered to her, still holding her ponytail in my fist and steering her mouth to all my favorite spots. “Now kiss and lick my balls,” I hissed to her, as I slipped my hand in her pants, rubbing her pretty ass. I moved her panties aside and began fingering her pussy, which was dripping wet by this time. “You want to suck me now, don’t you?” I asked, as I grabbed her hair and pulled her eyes to mine. “oh yes…yes…I really do..” she offered, as she breathed even more quickly. “Tell me!,” I barked. “I want tttt..to suck your cock …pleeeease” she said, blushing and stumbling through her admission. “Fine---but do it slowly at first.” I insisted. She took me in her mouth a bit at a time, wrapping her beautiful full lips around me as if she were performing some sacred ritual---moaning with pleasure when I grabbed her ponytail and pushed myself even deeper in her sweet face. I groaned with lust and excitement as she began falling into an extremely slow but wonderfully firm rhythm. Now I enjoy some good head as much as the next guy, but there was very something special with Kelly's blowjob---like she was a starving woman who had just been offered her first meal in weeks. “I have no idea what is wrong with this girl’s hubby,” I thought, “but this girl is one helluva cocksucker.” I grabbed her pants in the back and slid them down a bit, exposing her ass while I fondled her sweet cheeks strongly and fingered her pussy harder, faster, and deeper. “Mmm you look so gorgeous with my cock in my mouth” I whispered to her. “Mmmm what a naughty married girl you are…you only met me a few hrs ago and now are sucking me off in my car like a cheap slut.” I tugged her hair even harder and she moaned and gasped…and I could feel her pussy get even wetter. Then suddenly, I spanked her lovely ass hard, taking her breath away momentarily and interrupting her rhythm. She started again, making love to my cock feverishly as I alternated between yanking her hair, fingering her pussy, pinching her nipples and whacking her adorable butt. Soon, I felt her pussy quiver and tighten – she was starting to cum and she began sucking me harder and faster. I grabbed her nipples and twisted and tugged as she slipped over the edge and came hard---whimpering and gasping---her mouth still locked around my tool. Then I grabbed her hair even harder and began pushing my pulsing meat in and out of her beautiful face harder and faster, giving her a really dirty and aggressive mouth fucking. “I am going to cum now---and I want you to swallow every single drop.” I twisted her ponytail, shoved my throbbing prick still further in her throat, and I groaned deeply and loudly, as I began cumming in long hot spurts. She eagerly and obediently swallowed it all. After a few minutes of milking every drop of jizz out of me, she stopped and smiled widely while moving closer to me. Kelly looked lovingly and gratefully into my eyes. “I don’t even do that with my husband,” she confessed playfully. “Swallow?” I asked, somewhat in disbelief. “Nope...,” she said and blushed again. “Well you will do it every single time with me.” “Ok...for sure," she said, giggling and blushing. And, happily for me, so far she has.

Although I have had to change blog names in order to more carefully protect my identity, I am back online and back to my usual escapades. Actually, the escapades were never curtailed, merely the reporting of them. But now I can get back to sharing them with my friends, fans, and feverish detractors too. Get ready...because I have recently had quite a few new slutty adventures that might be worth reporting. Stay tuned...