<?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-6673811</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:14:11.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>All the details of an antipodean horny guy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heavans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087065387978465549</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673811.post-108131406834107084</id><published>2004-04-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:04:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting is fun!</title><content type='html'>Flirting with Angela continues....just one text conversation from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	Are you sun burnt yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:	I’m working! How about you? Hey are you around tomorrow? Want a coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	Flat out tomorrow enduring my fucking awful week. Excuse the language. And they have just sold out of Oysters. Ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:	Fuck! You are having a bad week! I’ve heard there’s some more coming tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	Well I want them NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:	Try [Doyles]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	Yeah I'll take [Fido] out to dinner. Oh too late I had to settle for Marlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:	You never settle for Marlin. I would trade Marlin for Oysters any day. Sounds like you have a yummy dinner Ms Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	I think you left an i,t,r,e,s,s out of that Ms Gorgeous. Thanks Handsome. We are out walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:	Well that got me going! Enjoy your walk and Marlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	Going anywhere in particular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:	And I’m the shameless flirt! I’m walking now, City lights, they’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	You have shattered my image of you as a hot sweaty runner! Enjoy your walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:	now hot and sweaty. Hope your imagery restored! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:	Mmm positive visual imagery restored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673811-108131406834107084?l=heavans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673811/posts/default/108131406834107084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673811/posts/default/108131406834107084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavans.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131406834107084' title='Texting is fun!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087065387978465549</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673811.post-1080702934174064</id><published>2004-03-30T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:21:22.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I AN HONEST GUY?</title><content type='html'>Apparently not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just finished a whirlwind liaison! We met last Thursday week, enjoyed three passionate nights of sex the last being Sunday and then “broke up” (if those are the right words) on Monday. Intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll call her Karen and she was and is a dirty girl in the nicest possible way. We met online through a dating site when I changed my profile to seeking  a “sex relationship”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair Karen was not seeking a “sex relationship” but had replied to my ad partly as a wind-up and partly because she does need a man who is not conservative in bed. She had asked somewhat tongue-in-cheek whether I was afraid of becoming too involved with my sex partner? I replied that if a relationship developed I’d see what happened. Well she liked the reply and before I knew it had her telephone number and we were arranging to meet for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I should have seen and if I’m honest what I saw but ignored was she was really looking for an emotionally faithful “relationship” with a sexually adventurous guy. My response must have pressed all her right buttons because as it turned out, she was a very wild woman into all types of sex! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met for a quick coffee on the Thursday morning. Karen looked nice dressed in a black skirt and top and knee high boots that were very sexy. Coffee was short, but in 25 minutes she had told me how she liked toys, pornos, threesomes and bi stuff and had visited the local swinger’s club on occasion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I reassured her I was anything but conservative and had done some pretty wild things myself. Everything was very cool… and while there was no extra special electric spark between us, she was a good looking woman and we both seemed interested and so loosely made plans to have a drink in a couple of weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those couple of weeks were soon condensed into a couple of days! A few horny text messages saw me ending up on her couch that Saturday night “watching” a video.  I still couldn’t tell you what it was about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great evening. A few hours talking fantasies and sexual experiences with some heavy petty thrown in for measure. Karen told me about her MFM threesome fantasy and I told her about Angela, another girl I had been seeing (but not shagging) and her open relationship with a married guy and said that I could probably find a guy who would be into it, but she said she already had someone in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got out some toys and before I knew it I was fucking her pussy with a dildo as she used her  bullet on her clit! It was lovely … I really love seeing women enjoying themselves and she was definitely not shy in that regard. In fact I have never seen any woman come so easily as Karen, it was simply a joy. The evening ended with me tasting her dripping pussy and Karen sucking my cock followed by a lovely goodnight kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more hot texts on Sunday then led to an invitation for some more fun on Monday night! I was very turned on and did not need to be asked twice! It was right on Karen’s period and while we were not comfortable with messy sex for our first time but everything else was on! I love how she is a very dirty talker and I found it really easy to reciprocate and share what I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we had about 20 minutes of sleep amid the fondling and talking and kissing leaving me a complete zombie on the Tuesday. Fortunately I work for myself and didn’t need to go through the machinations of turning up for work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the first warning signs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a commitment hangover Tuesday morning. Of course I’d noticed how into me she had been. How she had served-up sweet little sentiments and how I’d returned them like a tennis rally. Not in a false way, I genuinely thought she was sexy and hot but as it turned out her pillow talk was on a much higher plane than mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a text! She is feeling like a “love struck teenager and that it’s scaring the shit out of her“! Oh Fuck! While I’m thinking about what to text back, she calls. She knows she’s gone a bit over the top and I tell her I’m not in love, that I don’t want this to crash and burn and perhaps if it’s a full-on relationship she wants we need to just date for a while to see if there’s  anything other than our obvious sexual chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we agree we should take a step back! Karen is off for a 5 days holiday giving us both some breathing space and our arrangement for me to collect her from the airport on Sunday,  take her home and shag her is changed to …. Lunch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the daily text’s go back and forth and before you know it we’re both up to our horny old tricks again and as with the pillow talk we’re both hearing different things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comes around and I’m soo excited to see her. Not just horny excited, but genuinely happy. Airport meeting halls are places dripping with emotion anyway and several times I feel I’m about to lose it while I’m waiting for her! Then I see her … Again she’s wearing knee high boots, new ones this time teamed up with fishnets! When she gets into the car, I see they’re hold-ups … oh my god, now I am horny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its back to her place, via the supermarket for wine, cheese and crackers and straight into her bed. We put a Buttman movie in the video and have a very pleasant 6 hour romp. We even talk about the intensity of our affair and whether it should be an open one. That point remained unresolved, I don’t think either of us wanted to push the conversation too far. She says she’s not sure how she would cope with an open relationship. That she wants us to swing and have sex with other partners but she’s not sure how she would handle sharing me emotionally. It turns out that she has fuckbuddies in two towns down the line (she’s a rep) and would like us to have a threesome with one of them next week!  As I mention it’s her big fantasy and I’m happy to oblige. Sounds like fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her about how I’d been around at Angela’s on Friday for drinks and a chat. That we’d had a really great evening nothing physical had happened. And the evening ends up well. It’s not late but Karen has an early start flying down country the next day, so I’m out of there early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shit hit’s the fan Monday morning. A few minutes after receiving a very sweet text she sends another asking whether she should be worried about Angela? I do not engage my brain and text back that while I really like Karen, if Angela was single then she should be! Ooops wrong answer! Honest but tactless. I get an immediate call and have totally wrecked Karen’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! I should have put it more tactfully. Angela wasn’t a true threat, she’s not really available and if she was she’s open to all sorts of relationship situations. But Karen must have felt really humiliated. I’d effectively described her as “second choice” and no-one wants to hear that! I have sent an apology for what its worth and she says she's already over it! and its my loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t hide the fact my basic feelings are stronger for Angela told me Karen is not my soul mate. I could only have a friends that fuck relationship with her and clearly she wanted more. So was I pressing the destruct button? I think so, at some point I had to stop playing the sentimental tennis because these little strands of commitment end-up as strong ropes. Still figuring out how an ad for no strings sex turned got me in this position after 10 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its over! Damn. We could have had fun! I have genuine affection for her, I simply didn‘t want to be possessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673811-1080702934174064?l=heavans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673811/posts/default/1080702934174064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673811/posts/default/1080702934174064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavans.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#1080702934174064' title='AM I AN HONEST GUY?'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087065387978465549</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6673811.post-108025208736649282</id><published>2004-03-25T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:04:56.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I'm Andy and this is my first blog ever. I'm from the otherside of the world, the antipodes ... Australia or New Zealand you figure it out! This is anonymous after all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it may take a while to get this up and running this is going to be a tell all, how I feel, what I've done and all that shit. Its going to include sex and other stuff too and it will be quite graphic, so if your a kid DON'T READ ANYMORE! But if your an adult, have fun, email me, I might even reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6673811-108025208736649282?l=heavans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673811/posts/default/108025208736649282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6673811/posts/default/108025208736649282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heavans.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108025208736649282' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087065387978465549</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></entry></feed>
