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The Known Lexiverse: Slutty NYC ~ ethnorotica ~ Partytheory Bisexual Girls Club ~ MySpace HomeJournalGalleryPlaygroundAboutPeople & PlacesEvents JournalHeadPosted by Lex Konrad in Snaps | Nov 11, 2009Atocha Renfe, MadridMore: Photography | SpainComment | Top ↑JournalA Heartbreaking Work of Staggering DepravityPosted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Feb 17, 2009You can take your BAR and shove it up your ASS. I’m watchin’ TiVO!-Aston KutcherI’ve got five tabs open in Firefox and two desktops going and four GNOME terminals and the IDE of course and the Rhythmbox player and I’m trying to just finish this one Thing before the gin buzz kicks in and I won’t be able to think logically anymore. I’m distracted though so I’ll write a line of code and then I’ll flip over to VideoBox and laugh at the witty comment someone just posted to She Is Half My Age #6, write another line of code and flip over to a post someone wrote about distributed key/value stores, then flip over to one of the apps I’m working on and watch it spit out the expected errors. I know what I have to do now but first I’m gonna scan the tweets of this chick I’m kind of into for signs she’s thinking about pcsexe.com are signs. The funny thing is she’d have no way of knowing I’m KindOfInto her because it’s not as if I display any outward signs of being KindOfInto her because in spite of being somewhat of a savant in the sex department I’m really really atrociously bad with people. So the takeaway from this graf is Lex = Idiot Savant — heavy on the idiot, light on the pcsexe.com I do what I need to do I reload my app and everything Just Works. I love that shit. I put on some Shostakovich and breathe and then I want a cigarette. A good coding session is like a good pcsexe.com is on. I never leave the house on a Saturday night without my COPS fix. It’s just bad juju if I don’t see my COPS. A white man on the teevee is talking about a “colored fella.” “ARE WE NOT LIVING IN FUCKING 2009!” I yell at no one in particular. And then AMW comes on and I’m flipping out because the actresses hired to play the perps are way hotter than the actual perps and I wonder whether crime porn fuels a cycle of criminality, y’know, like a snake eating its own pcsexe.com and I have a terrible fight on the train. People must think we hate each other, but by the time we reach our destination she’s teary-eyed and we’re cooing and promising each other the world. I say the most beautiful, romantic thing ever to the coat-check girl, so much so that both she and my wife gasp at the magnificence of it. And the thing is, it’s not contrived at all; I just open my mouth and the most perfect symphony of words emerges. But the other thing is — and this makes me sad — the other thing is I make a play for her at the end of the night because I cannot stand to waste this perfect moment and she’s all like “oh no I’ve got a borefriend.” Which just goes to show that those rare flashes of genius in life never go unpunished.A friend of mine is there. We always have the same conversation. It goes like this:Me: If the two of us had sex it would be pcsexe.com: I know, but I don’t know if my boyfriend could handle pcsexe.com: One day we’ll work this pcsexe.com handled my cock once. In a bar. She has soft hands. I just need to find a way to put my cock in her. The answers to some urgent questions of mine lie inside her cunt, I am sure of pcsexe.com chick with the Sideshow Bob ‘fro is from Puerto Rico. Leslie was frightened at first because she saw the wild blond ‘fro and thought a dude was trying to molest her, but when my wife spun around she was pleasantly surprised. Sideshow has been slyly checking us out for half an hour so I know an indecent proposal is in the offing. “I wanna watch you guys,” she whispers in my ear.“She’s a voyeur,” I whisper in my wife’s ear. I try to be accepting of everyone’s kinks — it’s a big tent after all — but something about voyeurs sets me off. For one there’s too gods damn many of them. For two, voyeurism is uncomfortably close to that leering love-the-sin-hate-the-sinner kind of attention people like us get from the pcsexe.com sure enough, she’s not into Actual Sex (with me anyway), which is a shame because she’s hot and funny-looking and she has the kind of fat round ass that makes me go all dreamy. So I content myself with slipping my hand down the back of her jeans and grabbing a handful of that fat ass. There is only so much convincing a man can pcsexe.com god, that fat ass. The things I would do. I feel bad for pcsexe.com put on a bit of a show anyway. I lift my wife’s dress and spank her, and, well, have you ever seen the movie Airplane? People line up to swat Leslie’s fine ass and I’m like where the fuck did all these people come from?I find myself in the arms of a pretty blonde. Dunno where she came from. She most definitely wants to fuck me right now, and I’m not just saying this out of some overinflated sense of self-worth. I just know these things. Idiot savant, remember? But her husband needs to be involved and so on and even though Leslie gamely flirts with him he’s a nervous nellie, so I content myself with sucking on the blonde’s nipples and giving her bare and pretty pussy a thorough inspection. I feel bad again, because I know she’d love me to lay some pipe but the men in these women’s lives always seem to go all floppycock when reality pcsexe.com’re kind of on our way out when the cute bespectacled bartender latches onto my wife and the three of us have a pleasant, handsy time on the dance floor. My wife, in her silksmooth Spanish, asks the woman to come home with us. “Oh I so would come home with you,” is the sexy little thing’s reply, “but my boyfriend only lets me hook up with girls and I know I’m not going to be good around the two of you.”Then be bad, I’m thinking, be oh so very pcsexe.com’t find my wife now. A grey cat slinks by. I hoist him to my shoulder and the two of us set off in search of Leslie. He lasts a good five minutes before he politely asks to be let down. People say pussies are difficult but this is unfair. Pussies just demand a little patience.“You are so full of shit,” I tell my wife when we get home.“Why?”“Because you talk about how chicks aren’t really into you and I’m the chosen one, but man, if you could only step back and see the way they look at you.”Morning finds me utterly useless. I am ruined, a dessicated husk. I’ve forgotten how to drink and live to tell the tale of my misdeeds. Leslie pounces on me anyway. “I’m raping you, bitch!” she cries as she thrusts down on my cock. When I summon the energy to flip her over I see that her ass is covered in the black and red and blue evidence of last night’s brutality. There’s even a full handprint, and I’m pretty sure I could make out fingerprints if I bothered to put on my pcsexe.com the day wears on I’m still staggeringly horny and I’m mulling over my options. I kind of want to jerk off because it’s been a couple days but then I’d have to clean up after myself. I kind of want to put it in my wife’s ass but that’s such an elaborate production on a hangover day. I’d call someone up but then I’d have to explain why I never pcsexe.com couple’s been texting my wife all afternoon. “Where are they staying again?” I ask.“The dubya hotel.”“Christ. I barely have the energy to blink. They’d have to make this so easy for us. And, like, buy everything, because if I’m gonna be a whore I’m gonna be a high class whore.”It’s not in the cards though, because even though they reallywannaseeus, hubby has to make a point of saying there are no guarantees. Taken at face value, this is a fair statement (and something that ought to be implicitly understood by all practitioners of sex). Experience, however, has taught us that this actually means hubby won’t be able to get it up and they’ll have a big fight in front of us and it’ll be really pcsexe.com time my sex madness passes and it dawns on me that what I really want to do right now is curl up with my wife and see what the television has to pcsexe.com: Sex Party | Spanking | Marriage | Love | Drinking | Polyamory | Swingers | VoyeurismComment (4) | Top ↑JournalL'enfer, c'est les autresPosted by Lex Konrad in Relationships | Nov 25, 2008My life is a parade of threesomes and eager sexkittens and orgiastic delights. Except for when it isn’t.I never see these moments coming, the moments that leave me battered and bruised, the moments that make me want to find a dark corner and pcsexe.com lithe young woman rode my leg, reverse cowgirl, mashing her lips against my wife’s, moaning as my fingers slipped into her black panties and up her shorn but not completely shaven cunt. The three of us stood in a bright stairwell. People smiled as they pressed past us. I cupped a heavy breast in my palm and whispered something into the young woman’s pcsexe.com should have been brilliant. But it wasn’t. An awkward series of maneuvers ended our spell and the three of us shot off in separate directions like expertly struck billiard balls. Leslie and I weren’t communicating well that night and it showed in our play. I tried to find solace in a bottle of pcsexe.com next afternoon found me utterly, maniacally horny. It is a state I often find myself in when hungover: once the alcohol evaporates there’s nothing left but hormones. I called my mistress. “I’m gonna fold you in half,” I pcsexe.com was always willing. “You can do anything you want.”Sometimes, instead of dealing with my problems like a rational being, I double down. I thought this was what I needed, that I had to get out of the house and fuck someone else. In my crazed state I headed down to the spot where my mistress tended bar, taking a seat and thinking about what I was going to do to her when her shift pcsexe.com reverie was interrupted by a dreadlocked rasta who sidled up to me and tried to get handsy. “Yo,” I said, grasping his shoulder and pushing him back to a safe distance, “even if I was into that you’re doing it all wrong.” He retreated. I no longer felt comfortably anonymous.A fetching Asian woman bought me a drink — pleasant enough, I thought — but before long she insisted on having my home address so she could come over the next day and show me her erotic novel-in-progress. By the third time she asked (“I’ll give you five hundred dollars!”) it dawned on me, all too late, that she was not well-acquainted with sanity. She was possessed by that subtle kind of crazy that draws you in and makes you feel like a nutter for even having glimpsed it.I was relieved when last call came and my mistress gave me permission to tell everyone to get the fuck out. My relief yielded to apprehension when I learned the crazy woman had followed us to the after hours place. When the woman started in again I told her I’d had enough, after which she found another guy to torment. (The next day I would learn the woman had professed her love to the poor guy, only to flee the bar in tears when he turned her down, blowing up his phone with messages through the morning.)That night the city I loved — the city that had always taken care of me — had gone prickly and tense. People surrounded me, salivating, teeth bared and claws out. I wanted to bolt but I felt the outside world would be even worse, that knives were drawn for me, snipers were waiting amid the urban ruins and landmines were set. After another guy made a grab for me I went to find my mistress. “Take me home now,” I insisted, my firm tone at odds with my shaky resolve. “Please.”“I am so sorry,” she said to me as we clung to each other in the back seat of a yellow cab. She had nothing to do with this madness though. It was my fault for leaving the house without my warrior’s armor, for placing too much trust in my adopted hometown. It was my fault for doubling down. This flaxen-haired southern belle had always been kind to me — her kindness having been what drew me to her. Most women expect me to play the part of the dashing playboy, the rake, the ideal lover: mysterious and cool and collected and eternally throbbing. My mistress, however, didn’t need me to be a towering inferno of manhood. My weaknesses, my humanity, did not lower me in her eyes.I made good on my promise when we arrived at hers, which is to say I folded her in half, I fucked her like a beast and I let her gag on me, just the way she liked, my creativity owing as much to her compassion as to my sex drive. A breathless wow was all she could muster when we were finished. It should have been brilliant but I still felt tormented. I thought about my wife, who probably lay across the covers now, half-dressed, having forgotten to turn out the light. Leslie and I could have curled up on the couch and talked and healed the rift but instead I’d pulled away. Perhaps this strange, unsettling night had been my pcsexe.com mistress fell silent after awhile. She began to snore lightly. I was too tired to leave and too agitated to sleep peacefully. What am I doing here? I thought over and over as I drifted in and out of sleep. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t my wife’s fault. The blame was all mine. More: Marriage | Polyamory | Dating | Threesome | Sex Party | New YorkComment (1) | Top ↑JournalWhiskey Tango FoxtrotPosted by Lex Konrad in Dispatches | Nov 21, 2008Whiskey river take my mindDon’t let her memory torture meWhiskey river don’t run dryYou’re all I’ve got, take care of me-Willie Nelson, “Whiskey River”The White Rabbit. Yeah, no. The last time I was here a dude tried to grab my ass and a chick tried to become my stalker. Crazy town, man. Crazy town.***The Axe Man tries to talk my wife and me into buying raffle tickets but I’m not yet drunk enough to try my luck at anything.***Viviane is all like I haven’t seen you in a while and I’m all like yeah I know I’m an unreliable friend.***I cannot think of anything intelligent to say to Tess and Selina because I’m tall and their cups runneth over.***The Bad Man shows up and everyone sez “Oh hey!” And then Sinclair shows up and I give her a hug and I’m meaning to ask her for tips on bending hotchix to my will but then someone says something and I forget.***Gotta get some air. The Calico Cat is lost so I text her directions. “How do you spell Forsyth?” I ask the Bad Man.“Does it matter?”The Calico Cat looks like a pharmaceutical sales rep. “Nice power suit,” I tell her.***The Axe Man and I try to convince the Bad Man to give his eager 20-year-old a go. Having been frustrated in the pursuit of an ideal, I’ve learned to err on the side of pcsexe.com snaps some pictures of us while we’re talking. Leslie is confused because he does not give her time to pose. “He’s taking anti-portraits,” I explain.***Morpheus tells me I’m the only one who’s made the connection between his name and the name of the bar we’re standing in. I feel special.***I admire the Bad Man’s tenacity. When I meet his former paramour I can see why he’s been holding out. “She’s delightful!” I announce. I can’t put my finger on it yet, but she reminds me of pcsexe.come takes a shine to the Bad Man’s former paramour’s saucy, tattooed friend.***I hold in my hand a slip of paper that entitles me to take liberties with Rachel. Do I just come right out and ask?I come right out and pcsexe.com removes her glasses and bends over the bar. I am not satisfied with my first attempt, but the second blow lands solidly upon her right pcsexe.com Leslie takes her turn a man tries to sidle up to the bar. “Back off!” she cries. “Spanking in progress.”***A youngchick is there for her birthday party. She cannot find anyone to sign her calendar so I lead her around the room introducing her to people. “You should come hang out with us,” she sez.***On my way past the coat check I spy a tallchick with curly blond locks. Hot and a little funny looking. Just my type. I stop in my tracks and drink her in head to toe. She smiles. I wait a beat and turn around.***Bad Man and company are headed elsewhere. “If you pick these girls up you are welcome to bring them out to meet us,” he sez.“Dunno. I’m getting a straight vibe and I’m trying to avoid straight women right now.”***The tallchick stands on the sidewalk looking bored. Les and I strike up a conversation with her. The woman is Puerto Rican and speaks with a lispy accent. We meet her husband, who does not seem the least bit put off that we are chatting up his wife. She invites us back inside, where she buys us a round (and, egads, a couple shots). I speak with a friend of hers while Leslie slyly obtains the tallchick’s number.***We leave, fully intending to hop on the train or whatever, but then I see that Katz’s is still open. I order a pastrami on rye. The sandwich guy hands Leslie a bunch of pickles. We walk down the block to Bereket and while Leslie’s in there ordering falafel I tear into my deli sammich, which is so savory I have to steady myself against a wall lest my buckling legs give out.I had forgotten that it is sometimes possible to feel the presence of God.***The Slipper Room, scene of Leslie’s impromptu burlesque many moons ago. The Bad Man is there with his former paramour and his former paramour’s friend. Leslie falls into an intense conversation with the paramour’s friend while the Bad Man stands, rather stoically, against a booth. I inquire as to the origin of his discontent. Shrugging helplessly, he says, “She’s in love with someone else.”All night she’s been happily feeding him the hangman’s rope. It’s like watching someone get kicked in the nuts. Repeatedly. You cross your legs in sympathy.I’ve been there before.***The torture continues. I don’t understand why people play these games — games which serve no purpose other than to introduce bitterness into the world.***“I finally figured out who you remind me of,” I tell the paramour.“Who’s that?”I am grinning now. “The most evil woman I ever dated. I still remember the moment I decided to break up with her: We were lying in bed one morning and she decided to call in ‘sick’, but when her secretary answered she yelled at the poor girl for picking up on the third ring.”“Hey! I don’t even have a secretary.”***A man in a suit offers me a smoke. It’s weird how people latch on to me. “So what do you do?” I ask him.“I fuck chicks.”***Another strange night draws to a close. The Bad Man’s girls leave, and in time so do the rest of us.“Forget about her,” I call out as he shuffles across the street. “You deserve someone who wants to be with you.”So do we all. So do we pcsexe.com: Seduction | Dating | Blogging | Sexblogs | New York | Drinking | SpankingComment | Top ↑JournalMy WeaknessPosted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Nov 19, 2008The room is crowded. People are on their third or fourth cocktails. We are talking about weaknesses.“What’s your weakness, Lex?” someone asks.I bite my lip, trying to formulate an appropriately clever riposte, when DangerGirl interjects: “Blowjobs!” She lets out a hearty laugh and pinches my midsection. Her dark eyes pierce me.“What can I say? This woman knows me.” There is much pcsexe.com on I’m alone on the patio getting some air. The heavy door opens. DangerGirl leans out to say goodbye. I frown at her. “Get your sexy ass over here and give me a hug.”We kiss. There is something heavy in my jeans and when I place her hand upon it she smiles. I rush to undo my belt and free my cock, which is by now standing at full attention. She lowers herself, gracefully, to her pcsexe.comrGirl’s soft, divine tongue belies her sadistic streak. As she works her mouth around me, her tongue seemingly in motion over the entire surface area of my cock, I am not, I realize, the slightest bit tempted to guide her. Lost in the sensation, I take shallow, shuddering pcsexe.com may be on her knees but there’s a fierce intensity in her eyes. She knows she’s got my number.I hear laughter coming from the other side of the door. We’ll have to stop soon but for now I want to enjoy this. 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