<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:34:12.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in discretion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-5512619310343925931</id><published>2010-05-24T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:36:51.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you go when you can't go home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So moving to a new city has it's downfalls sometimes.  Let me set the stage: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red lights usually involved a honk to get us out of our make out session.  A quick stop at an adult "book store" to pick up a paddle.  Her hands rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.  My hand could just no stay outside of her panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like we're going to go home a go at it pretty good right? Except we had house guests in a small apartment.  I was all excited that my SO was wandering far outside her comfort zone already, I didn't think she would go for fucking in such close proximity to them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the new city downfall, where to go? Granted, I had little blood left in my real head, but I couldn't think of good places to be secluded.  Where we used to live there were parks all over the place, they were good spots to sneak away.  Here we are not so lucky. Schools? Shopping malls? What works for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-5512619310343925931?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5512619310343925931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-do-you-go-when-you-cant-go-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/5512619310343925931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/5512619310343925931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-do-you-go-when-you-cant-go-home.html' title='Where do you go when you can&apos;t go home?'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-4445862741479563974</id><published>2010-05-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:19:05.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in again</title><content type='html'>Sitting in a hotel alone is just terrible.  I've been trying to be good, but I think it's a losing effort.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone have any suggestion about how to get into some trouble in Northern Virginia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM me (porter.wright@gmail.com or porter_wright @yahoo.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call Me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just help :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-4445862741479563974?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4445862741479563974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/checking-in-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4445862741479563974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4445862741479563974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/checking-in-again.html' title='Checking in again'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-2621228662129323628</id><published>2010-04-30T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:20:03.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like I work at the SEC</title><content type='html'>I actually took my cock out at work today.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a slow day today at work and so I've been using that time to catch up on everyone's posts.  And I just couldn't help myself ... it just had to happen.  I am kind of surprised myself today, for you that have talked to me "privately" at work I used to have my own office.  Now I that I share one with others it's usually a lot of stroking through my pants.  Which feels nice, but just wasn't getting it done.  Hopefully everyone leaves, maybe I'll be able to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your fault &lt;a href="http://lindasuediary.blogspot.com/2010/04/dresses-ive-known-and-been-known-in.html"&gt;Linda Sue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-2621228662129323628?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2621228662129323628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-like-i-work-at-sec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/2621228662129323628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/2621228662129323628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-like-i-work-at-sec.html' title='It&apos;s like I work at the SEC'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-4137845293799687689</id><published>2010-04-22T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:54:07.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In that kind of mood</title><content type='html'>Last night before bed I was *ahem* clicking around the internet and came across this video.  I've been a little backed up lately, when that happens I tend to always want to be in control when I finally get to release.  So that is what I liked the most about this video.  His hand in her hair, him taking control of how he wanted it, her responding to it.  Something about her eyes ... anyway I should stop writing about it before I have to make an alone time trip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://ph-static.phncdn.com/flash/embed_player_v1.3.swf" width="608" height="476"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://ph-static.phncdn.com/flash/embed_player_v1.3.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="options=http://www.pornhub.com/embed_player.php?id=1036446"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=643694292"&gt;8-inch cock deepthroat&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.pornhub.com/"&gt;PornHub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-4137845293799687689?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4137845293799687689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-that-kind-of-mood.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4137845293799687689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4137845293799687689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-that-kind-of-mood.html' title='In that kind of mood'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-308532029822764248</id><published>2010-04-07T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:01:17.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone problem</title><content type='html'>Has anyone used Google Voice?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bring it up, because it has been a nice aide for me in my efforts to be discreet.  I have read a lot of blogs and posts from people about having a second phone or a "slut phone".  I thought Google Voice might work for some of you in the same position.  Not to mention even for the ladies, not sure about a guy or girl? Give him that number and if he turns out to be a weirdo you can make it so just that number goes straight to voice mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-308532029822764248?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/308532029822764248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/phone-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/308532029822764248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/308532029822764248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/phone-problem.html' title='Phone problem'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-4721445053724387715</id><published>2010-03-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:31:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that</title><content type='html'>Is there anything that makes you want to do something naughty more than a business trip? Once your work day is over you're sitting there in a nice hotel all alone.  Someone is going to clean up after you no questions asked even if there is a bed spread on the lamp, or all the accessories from the desk are pushed on the ground and there are liquid stain on the couch.  Just makes you want to let loose.  Sadly I don't know anyone an hour north east of our nations capital to let loose with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone read &lt;a href="http://redheadedrealm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maitresse Rousse&lt;/a&gt;? I subscribed to her blog when it was public and never got around to reading it.  But now it's private and I'm caught up and I want more ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I had something else to talk about, but now I can't think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-4721445053724387715?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4721445053724387715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4721445053724387715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4721445053724387715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-7173931477709994403</id><published>2010-03-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:32:29.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Project</title><content type='html'>I almost feel bad about having such a pedestrian fantasy ... but there is this cleaning girl at work you see. She is Latino (Hispanic, I think one is preferred and I'm not sure which), my guess would be 21 or so, speaks 10 words or so of English.  The thing is, she has an excellent body for my tastes.   Every day when she comes in I can't help but stop and let my mind wonder a bit.  I almost feel used for the fact that this is probably central plot of 5000 porn video's on the internet.  I feel so conformist.  But then you start to think of the fun.  You think she is just tall enough to fit over the desk, I bet she could fit under it and no one would know.  Wouldn't it be fun to sneak off into the storage closet? Is she sticking her butt out like that just for me?? Of course she's probably not.  I mean as much as I would like to think it, every woman sadly does not want me ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just for fun if anyone has any tips I would love to hear them.  Anyone know how to flirt in a different language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-7173931477709994403?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7173931477709994403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/pet-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/7173931477709994403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/7173931477709994403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/pet-project.html' title='Pet Project'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-954381550807887968</id><published>2010-03-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:11:01.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://adventuresofascorpio.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-fling-returns.html"&gt;apparently&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresofascorpio.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-fling-part-2.html"&gt;well&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresofascorpio.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-3.html"&gt;sexed&lt;/a&gt; Scorpio over at &lt;a href="http://adventuresofascorpio.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm not a sex addict&lt;/a&gt; has pointed out that I need to start posting again.   I mean, I don't know what she's talking about ... once every three months is good right?? ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm not sure if I want to share the few experiences I have had down here just yet.  The one "friend" I've made, I'm not sure how to talk about her.  She is a good story, but the sex has not been really not worthy of writing about.  And as I started writing about it, I started thinking you know, most people don't write about bad sex.  It kind of feels like dumping on them.  But maybe I will.  There is a chance she may make more appearances.  She is adventurous so maybe one of these days we'll take advantage of that.  We've talked about maybe meeting in a Saks changing room or maybe an empty office in my building.  I think those would be worth so so sex to try especially when there is not much going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-954381550807887968?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/954381550807887968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/shame-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/954381550807887968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/954381550807887968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-681219407168394148</id><published>2010-02-11T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:53:06.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>So hi there Internet.  It's me again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you're doing well? That's good to hear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's new with me? Not much, I just moved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a lot of time right now, but I'll be back soon now that I'm all settled in and everything.  Trust me, while it's easy to forget about you and all your sexiness while you're moving across the country now that I'm pretty sedentary ... idle minds tend to wander ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. in cause you were curious I moved to the South Central U.S.  I know how you (internet) go all stalker so that's all I'll say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-681219407168394148?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/681219407168394148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/681219407168394148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/681219407168394148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-9155357234803599781</id><published>2009-11-08T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:39:40.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Porn Clip of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://cdn-www.pornhub.com/flash/embed_player_v1.3.swf" width="608" height="476"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn-www.pornhub.com/flash/embed_player_v1.3.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="options=http://www.pornhub.com/embed_player.php?id=241402"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that these people look like they could be real.  I love the fact that they are dressed up like they could be going to a dinner party.  Is he going to zip up his fly, her swallow his cum, they jump in a cab and go.  Friends smiling and greeting them not knowing him cum is in her stomach.  Did he need to get off and use her mouth? Or did she want to feel naughty and need to feel his cock throb in her mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this turn me on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-9155357234803599781?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9155357234803599781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-porn-clip-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/9155357234803599781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/9155357234803599781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-porn-clip-of-day.html' title='Random Porn Clip of the day'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-1164990586264494677</id><published>2009-10-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:35:45.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escorts</title><content type='html'>So I've been wrestling with this desire for a while now and the more I think about it the more I want to do it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me back up a second and explain the situation for a second.  Outwardly I'm a pretty normal guy.  I have a profession that labels me a nerd, an easy going demeanor and a overall normal life in a pretty boring small city.  Nothing about who I am or what I do really labels me as a sexual out lier.  Societal wisdom would say that I should be happy with sex twice a month and my monthly blow job.  But I'm not happy with that.  I am constantly on the search for more excitement.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to get that in a dying little town? I am pretty sure my frustration with Craigslist, Ashley Madison have been pretty well documented.   So more and more I've been thinking about turning to an escort.  Part of me thinks it's cheating the system, what's worth having that you don't work for right? But then the other part of me looks at it like this:  If I need help doing my taxes, I call an accountant.  If someone takes me to court, I call a lawyer.  So if I'm looking to get something sexual out of my system why not call an escort? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not sure if I'm going to do it yet.  Obviously I haven't yet, but something inside me thinks it could be fun.  It could spice things up.  But most of the time I hold out hope I can find someone or someones to do the same thing with without having to pay each time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-1164990586264494677?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1164990586264494677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/escorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1164990586264494677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1164990586264494677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/escorts.html' title='Escorts'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-1471903851418262273</id><published>2009-09-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:59:16.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicts</title><content type='html'>I thought of this last night while watching Rachel Getting Married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Anne Hathaway is a recovering addict in that movie.  She goes to a 12 step program meeting where she bears her soul to strangers in need of support.  She goes home to help with her sisters wedding and the best man is from the 12 step meeting ... they need a fix so instead they bang in the basement.  Sadly if any of you are thinking of using this for spank material there isn't enough of Anne Hathaway to do the job (not that I tried). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway flash forward to today.  I'm sitting here at work, large L shaped desk hiding my erection.  I can't help thinking how nice it would be if one of the 4 or 5 women here at work  that I would like to see under my desk were there.  Then I couldn't help but think it would be easier if there was a way to identify another addict to sex.  A handshake? a canned phrase? innocuous as not to offend none interested people.  Wouldn't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I'll probably just go home with slick boxers.  I've given up on Craiglist here in my city, I've never really had any success with it.   Scorpio should I just book a ticket? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-1471903851418262273?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1471903851418262273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/addicts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1471903851418262273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1471903851418262273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/addicts.html' title='Addicts'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-3136483772255474244</id><published>2009-09-11T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:27:39.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>Is anyone still out there?  Just checking  ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-3136483772255474244?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3136483772255474244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/3136483772255474244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/3136483772255474244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-2628000507443374246</id><published>2009-06-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:15:57.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>How many of you have ever got off at work?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying it has to be some kind of steamy trist with a co-worker or anything, just any kind of orgasm.  I think I'm lucky in my office set up that when the need arises I am able to take care of it, but I was wondering how many other people were as well.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you relieve pressue at work? Is it easier for girls to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(also this may or may not have something to do with my work day today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-2628000507443374246?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2628000507443374246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/work.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/2628000507443374246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/2628000507443374246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-8199923983417145942</id><published>2009-06-03T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:51:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's kind of fucked up</title><content type='html'>As a frequenter of Craigslist &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/06/03/north.carolina.arranged.rape/index.html"&gt;this kind of sucks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because I love rape fantasy's or anything, but more the fact that Craigslist continues to look like an online sodom and or gamora.  I mean granted, it is but stupid shit like this makes politicians want to shut it down.  And as much as Craigslist sucks it gives you some hope that you can get some for free.  When I'm bored at work it's nice to occupy my time looking for like minded hornballs.  But when retards do stuff like this it's bad for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as a public service announcement if you're thinking about doing something that you found out about on Craigslist and might be illegal ... don't.  Stop being dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-8199923983417145942?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8199923983417145942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-thats-kind-of-fucked-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/8199923983417145942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/8199923983417145942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-thats-kind-of-fucked-up.html' title='So that&apos;s kind of fucked up'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-1851427563106213651</id><published>2009-06-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:16:46.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you picked up on my love of hotel sex from earlier posts, but I love it.  Something about the anonumity, the clean up, the new crisp environment  to defile.  I'm preparing to take another business trip I keep thinking of scenario's I like.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that pops up (excellent pun) the most is having my playmate in the room waiting for me.  Depending on how aggressive of a mood I am in, sometimes she's on all fours with her ass in the air or sometimes she's on her knees.  In the first scenario, I think about putting my bags down and taking my time to walk over to her.  Her anticipating the touch that I am with holding.  She can hear me position myself behind her but what till I do? Will I feel her body? paying special attention to her ass and legs ... soft skin beckoning me? Will I run my finger up and down her slit to feel how wet she is? Will she hear my undo my belt? Will she be ready for me if I just slip my cock into her?  I like the submission in it, the wanton desire that she is just waiting there for me to take.  The second scenario is similiar just maybe a little more playful.  A long day of traveling greeted with an amazing reward.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those would be nice right? Now I just have to find someone to wait for me ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-1851427563106213651?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1851427563106213651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1851427563106213651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1851427563106213651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotel.html' title='Hotel'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-8113123263577145264</id><published>2009-05-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:54:05.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pornography</title><content type='html'>So two posts ago when I was soliciting advice on blow jobs, Mrs. Robinson (are you still out there? Did you take your blog down??) suggested that I show her a video of how I like it.  Knowing a good idea when I hear it, I set out to find the best blow job clip.  I really didn't find ONE that was super complete to me.  This one is the best start.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.pornhub.com/players/pornhub_embed_2.swf" width="608" height="476"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.pornhub.com/players/pornhub_embed_2.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="options=http://www.pornhub.com/embed_player_v3.php?id=240255"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I like about it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her eye contact.  Her lips.  Her position, my favorite blow jobs come from her on her knees in between my legs.  I don't know if it's my dom streak or what but I love it.  L O V E IT.  I also like that the dude has his hand in or around her hair.  That's another plus for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I would change:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish she'd take it deeper.  In and out of her mouth and use her hand to help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more blow jobs that I like as I come across them ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-8113123263577145264?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8113123263577145264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/pornography.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/8113123263577145264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/8113123263577145264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/pornography.html' title='Pornography'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-4017549599582996673</id><published>2009-05-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:45:40.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did this happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did the &lt;a href="http://seductionofinfidelity.blogspot.com"&gt;Seduction of Infidelity&lt;/a&gt; go private? I read all my stuff through Google Reader and I was behind on my reading so I didn't notice it.  I tried to click on one of her posts tonight only to find she had gone private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so sad,  I love this blog it was like my gateway into sex blogging.  I found Ms. Is blog just randomly, you know how that works, and fell in love.  She said things the way I would have liked to.  She made the whole process of sharing you sex life with the world seem so doable.  I guess I probably wouldn't write anything if it wasn't for her.  Of course you and I are learning from this blog that sex blogs aren't as interesting when you don't have as much sex.   But she doesn't seem to have that problem, it's just sad that I don't get keep up with her any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-4017549599582996673?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4017549599582996673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-did-this-happen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4017549599582996673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/4017549599582996673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-did-this-happen.html' title='When did this happen?'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-5569793963646261334</id><published>2009-05-12T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:11:28.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>Do you give tips to a grown woman about her blowjob technique with out offending her? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never really had this issue before but I feel like I do now.  I'm pretty sure if I say you're not doing that right it will offened her, yet it's counter productive to sit there.  It's not that it doesn't feel "nice" it's just not going to make me cum.  When her goal is to make me cum with her mouth and it's not happening then we have a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any tips? suggestions? offers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-5569793963646261334?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5569793963646261334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/how.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/5569793963646261334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/5569793963646261334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-8768163711250139256</id><published>2009-04-28T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:45:48.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for posterity</title><content type='html'>I know all the ladies who read this blog are classy and probably won't need this little bit of information, but I wanted to put it out there anyway.  Wearing not slutty clothes well is way better than going slutty.  My boner and I are writing this after having to sit through an hour and a half presentation by an impecably dressed sales rep.  She looks as if she has a good body but not an amazing one,  the way she presented it however was outstanding.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had the right sized bra for her that pushed up her normal sized boobs to the appropriate yummy level and then covered that by a well fitted jacket.  Here is the key, her skirt was maybe a half an inch shorter than it was designed to be.  It sat right above her knee which from the first row where I was sitting was just enough to make me wonder "is she wearing panties", "thong? bikini?" and "stop looking".  This was topped off by a nice pair of high heels.  Being a straight male I don't know anything about the details, but they were high enough to show off her leg but didn't scream stripper.  They made me think how they would look over my shoulders rather than working the pole.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What made it extra sexy too is that no one would have looked at her and said wow what a slut, yet if she ended up in my office under my desk she would have been dressed for that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go folks, my tip to you ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-8768163711250139256?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8768163711250139256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-posterity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/8768163711250139256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/8768163711250139256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-posterity.html' title='Just for posterity'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-1501533822253841600</id><published>2009-04-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:17:46.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Work is sending me down south this on a little bit of a silly trip this week.  I'm going to be gone for a grand total of 27 hours and about 12 of that is going to be spent in airports.  The only perk is that I am going to have a nice fancy pants suite downtown on a tourist attraction.  It is just screaming to be defiled by a hot and sweaty fling.  I've stayed in this hotel before and really I don't think they could build a porn set to be a better sexual play ground.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couches, counters, multiple beds, roof top jacuzzi, dual headed showers all available to use ... I just need to find someone to do it with.  I've been trying to lay a ground work via Craigslist and Yahoo but I don't have anyone ready to commit.  I just would hate to squander the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're in Central Texas, enjoy hot and steamy trists with fun and attractive gentlemen ... drop me a line ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-1501533822253841600?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1501533822253841600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/business-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1501533822253841600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/1501533822253841600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/business-trip.html' title='Business Trip'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-7868577206078437635</id><published>2009-04-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:26:32.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Skirts</title><content type='html'>So nice weather strikes again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was walking minding my own business in the mall when I looked up to see a woman leaning against a cell phone counter wearing a short-ish skirt and probably 4 inch heels.  She didn't say it, or even need to but I could tell she wanted me to just lift up her skirt and take care of her.  Ok well maybe she didn't want me to but  in my head I was already all the way inside of her pulling her hips back into me.   Maybe I was already arching her back before I snapped out of it.  I'm pretty sure I had not reached up to stroke her hair.  Sadly I had to keep walking and continue about my business.  Sadly though this has little flash of sex has gotten me worked up all day.  My cock has been leaking precum and straining against my jeans for most of the day so far.  I'll admit that life has left me pretty backed up, but this has sent me over the edge.  I might have to take care of this before it leads to me hitting on the wrong person at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just have to see if I can find someone to help me with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-7868577206078437635?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7868577206078437635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-skirts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/7868577206078437635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/7868577206078437635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-skirts.html' title='On Skirts'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-5286489333146825354</id><published>2009-03-27T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:58:03.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Is it so hard to find a naughty friend? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to my geographic area I've set my bar pretty low.  I'm not looking for a super model or a porn star or anything like that.  I'm just looking for a woman who is as horny as I am ... I don't even care if she's in my city.  I want someone to leave dirty messages to,  have dirty conversations with and maybe act out sometimes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course idealy I would love to find a little sex vixen.  Someone I could fuck and lick and pleasure till she was saddle sore.  But I can't find either.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-5286489333146825354?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5286489333146825354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/5286489333146825354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/5286489333146825354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-7430576874291558836</id><published>2009-03-22T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:30:32.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><content type='html'>So this is one of my favorite times of year.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life all over is reawakening, grass is growing, trees are budding, animals are coming out of hybernation ... and to put it crassly, so are boobs.  I try not to be that guy and make it too obvious, but right now it's hard not to be a bit obvious about it.  There has been a lot of checking a "text message" and holding my phone at the appropriate level to look at passing boobs.  We midwesterners get used to seeing women covered up all winter long.  So these early days of spring where you see women in low cut top, shorts, skirts or any form of sexiness is a pleasant jolt to the system.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-7430576874291558836?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7430576874291558836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/7430576874291558836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/7430576874291558836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-6157458082823963716</id><published>2009-03-04T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:58:53.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking someone you work with</title><content type='html'>Does this happen? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people write about it all the time ... but does it HAPPEN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started thinking about my work and I just can't imagine it happening.  And really I think its an incredible turn on.  There are a few coworkers around my place of employ that I would love to sneak under my desk (or over it for that matter) but it just doesn't seem likely to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has this happened to anyone? Do you have any tips for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-6157458082823963716?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6157458082823963716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/fucking-someone-you-work-with.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/6157458082823963716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/6157458082823963716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/fucking-someone-you-work-with.html' title='Fucking someone you work with'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000255470343053290.post-6876228193858954735</id><published>2009-02-18T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:29:33.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first</title><content type='html'>This is the beginning of my chronical.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping that there will be a lot to share with everyone who cares to read it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000255470343053290-6876228193858954735?l=discreteadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6876228193858954735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/6876228193858954735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000255470343053290/posts/default/6876228193858954735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discreteadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/first.html' title='The first'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03783871646852392522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
