Tuesday, January 29, 2008
No Contact Celibacy. - The Husband.
Not even two hand touch above the waist. Internet's down at home. Vonage is forwarding calls to my cell phone wearing down the battery and subjecting me to bill collectors...
Monday, January 28, 2008
Spousal Maintenance. - The Geek
I had been a couple of hundred miles from home for all of six days. This, I think, may have been the longest we have been apart for 15 years. We kinked by chat and by phone to good effect, but it isn't quite the same as the touch, taste, smell, sight and sounds all at once.
I spent 12 hours on a piece of heavy equipment on Saturday and had wifey convinced that I had more sense than to make the trip home without at least several hours of rest. I did have the sense to be extra careful and mindful of fatigue. I had already packed my car the night before, so when the Mr. Slate blew the whistle, I slid down the dinosaurs neck and dashed to the car. Sticking my bare feet through the cut-out in the floor of the rock-mobile , I yabba-dabba-doo'd on out of there.
My best E.T. for the trip so far has been 2.75 hours. This time I took my time and went slow partly to conserve gas, partly the car (which is overdue for an 1/2 shaft), and mostly my life. Much as I appreciate an adrenaline fueled dash through the twisties, realistically, my reflexes would not have been optimum. I got out of work about a half hour early, and delayed calling home for the rest giving me a one hour head start. I mumbled a series of tasks that I would be doing in preparation for rest and the trip the next day as I coasted down a grade with the engine off, muting the phone as cars and trucks roared by the other way. I found myself in a pretty hazardous situation when she got a little chatty and I lost my inertia on an upgrade and rolled to a stop. I begged off and attempted to re-start. Bad relay. I tried to back over to the shoulder, but this spot had about six feet between the guardrail and the lane, no good. Flashers on, eyes on the rear-view, I banged under the dash at the offending relay, curses and prayers in equal measures. It started.
From then on, I left it running and dodged and weaved every time she called. I made up errands on top of errands. By the time I got around to asking her "What are you wearing?" I had my hand on the knob and was able to see that yes, she is in fact wearing ugly pajamas.
I had in my mind holding back my animal desires and enjoying some soft gentle lovemaking. Later she mentioned that she had envisioned freshly done hair, sheets, make-up and lingerie for my homecoming and slow languid intimacy. The problem with both plans is we had been getting progressively kinkier with each nights phone call, and its hard to put kink back in the box. The rough and dirty butt-sex and slurpy fellatio of our phone-sex was actually not too far from the actual events.
Be careful what you role play, you might find yourself bent over in the shower, soap in your eyes cycling through the third of fourth iteration of ass to mouth.
I spent 12 hours on a piece of heavy equipment on Saturday and had wifey convinced that I had more sense than to make the trip home without at least several hours of rest. I did have the sense to be extra careful and mindful of fatigue. I had already packed my car the night before, so when the Mr. Slate blew the whistle, I slid down the dinosaurs neck and dashed to the car. Sticking my bare feet through the cut-out in the floor of the rock-mobile , I yabba-dabba-doo'd on out of there.
My best E.T. for the trip so far has been 2.75 hours. This time I took my time and went slow partly to conserve gas, partly the car (which is overdue for an 1/2 shaft), and mostly my life. Much as I appreciate an adrenaline fueled dash through the twisties, realistically, my reflexes would not have been optimum. I got out of work about a half hour early, and delayed calling home for the rest giving me a one hour head start. I mumbled a series of tasks that I would be doing in preparation for rest and the trip the next day as I coasted down a grade with the engine off, muting the phone as cars and trucks roared by the other way. I found myself in a pretty hazardous situation when she got a little chatty and I lost my inertia on an upgrade and rolled to a stop. I begged off and attempted to re-start. Bad relay. I tried to back over to the shoulder, but this spot had about six feet between the guardrail and the lane, no good. Flashers on, eyes on the rear-view, I banged under the dash at the offending relay, curses and prayers in equal measures. It started.
From then on, I left it running and dodged and weaved every time she called. I made up errands on top of errands. By the time I got around to asking her "What are you wearing?" I had my hand on the knob and was able to see that yes, she is in fact wearing ugly pajamas.
I had in my mind holding back my animal desires and enjoying some soft gentle lovemaking. Later she mentioned that she had envisioned freshly done hair, sheets, make-up and lingerie for my homecoming and slow languid intimacy. The problem with both plans is we had been getting progressively kinkier with each nights phone call, and its hard to put kink back in the box. The rough and dirty butt-sex and slurpy fellatio of our phone-sex was actually not too far from the actual events.
Be careful what you role play, you might find yourself bent over in the shower, soap in your eyes cycling through the third of fourth iteration of ass to mouth.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Phone Sex - The Husband
I really really like to audible stimulation. From a low moan, to a mewling, to a gasp, to a rich fantasy with lots of detail.
A couple of days ago I send her some naughty pictures with me in a fedora, an open shirt, boots and a smile. I found that coordinating the self-timer with my somewhat camera-shy unit kind of difficult. Out of habit, I tensed my abdominal muscles even though I no longer have what could be described as a gut to suck in. I ended up with an odd goofy expression in most of the shots. I resolved to to better. On a friends blog, she mentioned that something about a man's pants down around his ankles, exposed and vulnerable excited her so I was thinking of taking a picture or video clip like that.
I was just so engaged in visual and physical acrobatics when my wife called. I explained what I was doing and mentioned that I wasn't getting the full attention and cooperation of the star of my production in that relatively cold room, and could she make like a fluffer, verbally.
She did an began some description of her time with the new dolphin vibe, and engaged in a little digital enhancement on her end which improved the sound quality by the moans her digits stroking her pussy elicited. I got a couple of video clips and thought I was close to er, drenching the camera at a couple of these 15 second clip intervals, but found that when ever I got into my left brain to set the camera, I'd have to begin the build-up mentally again. Physically the actor was on stage ready to perform, but he tends to like to give very long performances and isn't very good at fill in work and quick action stunts.
My wife shifted gears a bit and began to spin a lovely tale that featured some fictionalized version of some our online acquaintances. This encouraged me over to the twin bed in my small, spartan work-camp domicile. I kept the camera at hand and occasionally lazily shot a picture here a video clip there, but used a bit of the artistic right side of the brain. This didn't seem to cause the stop and start feeling of that tantalizingly delicious sequence of sensations that seems to build, and tickle, and constrict and engorge, and eventually release in a usually barely anticipated orgasms. "I was cleaning it and it went off!" always seemed an apt description to me.
This time, camera more or less ready, set to vid clip, aimed in the general direction, I watched fascinated as this time, with her melodic whispers and lush story caused me to as best I can describe it, spring a leak. I didn't feel quite the usually holding back then surging urgency. It was nice and gentle and building to a gentle pleasant liquid warmth. It was an amazing amount of pr-ejaculated, forming at the tip then gently tickling down the head, hanging on the ridge then racing down the shaft. I watched in the view screen amazed this was on the camera until I realized it was on the camera (screen) not in the camera (recorded.) I hit the button and got a 15 second clip. I am burying this clip in a much older post, lest the sight of a cock in the post without a mouth on or near it offends those, who like I have an irrational revulsion to such. I mean why is it fascinating to watch balls tighten then an explosion of all over a cum-slut's outstretched tongue and face, but by it self it seems, well, gay? I dunno, but the feeling is what it is.
The night before that we had had some conversations that may have violated some obscure vulgarity clause in F.C.C. regulations, I hadn't completed so there was some stored up potential energy and matter in the flow. It came out thicker and with slightly more volume than is typical for me.
I remember a sperm count test..the girl actually said to me "Is that all." I wasn't being tested for quantity, but quality. Feeling small I wanted to say, that maybe some got absorbed by the long length of their journey out. A surgery and siring 4 more kids since has convinced me that guys that brag about how they will flood you with copious quantities of cum might have more protein on offer, but a little dab will do you as it were, procreatively speaking.
I thought she had heard me when I told her, "...And now, SLEEP..". when I came. Evidently she did not realize I was 'done' so to speak. Tirelessly, she weaved a plot that had me involved in the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects to the story. She teased on as I dressed, pulled on boots, clomped down the 100 yard length of the hall, across the gravel over to the cyber cafe and uploaded the clip. She said later why didn't you stop me when you came. I explained that being aroused again as I walked was thoroughly enjoyable as was the tale itself. as she finished I had my ear speaker on its lowest setting and I hope she wasn't entertaining the troops as it were.
So I stripped; she talked; I came. I uploaded a clip.
A couple of days ago I send her some naughty pictures with me in a fedora, an open shirt, boots and a smile. I found that coordinating the self-timer with my somewhat camera-shy unit kind of difficult. Out of habit, I tensed my abdominal muscles even though I no longer have what could be described as a gut to suck in. I ended up with an odd goofy expression in most of the shots. I resolved to to better. On a friends blog, she mentioned that something about a man's pants down around his ankles, exposed and vulnerable excited her so I was thinking of taking a picture or video clip like that.
I was just so engaged in visual and physical acrobatics when my wife called. I explained what I was doing and mentioned that I wasn't getting the full attention and cooperation of the star of my production in that relatively cold room, and could she make like a fluffer, verbally.
She did an began some description of her time with the new dolphin vibe, and engaged in a little digital enhancement on her end which improved the sound quality by the moans her digits stroking her pussy elicited. I got a couple of video clips and thought I was close to er, drenching the camera at a couple of these 15 second clip intervals, but found that when ever I got into my left brain to set the camera, I'd have to begin the build-up mentally again. Physically the actor was on stage ready to perform, but he tends to like to give very long performances and isn't very good at fill in work and quick action stunts.
My wife shifted gears a bit and began to spin a lovely tale that featured some fictionalized version of some our online acquaintances. This encouraged me over to the twin bed in my small, spartan work-camp domicile. I kept the camera at hand and occasionally lazily shot a picture here a video clip there, but used a bit of the artistic right side of the brain. This didn't seem to cause the stop and start feeling of that tantalizingly delicious sequence of sensations that seems to build, and tickle, and constrict and engorge, and eventually release in a usually barely anticipated orgasms. "I was cleaning it and it went off!" always seemed an apt description to me.
This time, camera more or less ready, set to vid clip, aimed in the general direction, I watched fascinated as this time, with her melodic whispers and lush story caused me to as best I can describe it, spring a leak. I didn't feel quite the usually holding back then surging urgency. It was nice and gentle and building to a gentle pleasant liquid warmth. It was an amazing amount of pr-ejaculated, forming at the tip then gently tickling down the head, hanging on the ridge then racing down the shaft. I watched in the view screen amazed this was on the camera until I realized it was on the camera (screen) not in the camera (recorded.) I hit the button and got a 15 second clip. I am burying this clip in a much older post, lest the sight of a cock in the post without a mouth on or near it offends those, who like I have an irrational revulsion to such. I mean why is it fascinating to watch balls tighten then an explosion of all over a cum-slut's outstretched tongue and face, but by it self it seems, well, gay? I dunno, but the feeling is what it is.
The night before that we had had some conversations that may have violated some obscure vulgarity clause in F.C.C. regulations, I hadn't completed so there was some stored up potential energy and matter in the flow. It came out thicker and with slightly more volume than is typical for me.
I remember a sperm count test..the girl actually said to me "Is that all." I wasn't being tested for quantity, but quality. Feeling small I wanted to say, that maybe some got absorbed by the long length of their journey out. A surgery and siring 4 more kids since has convinced me that guys that brag about how they will flood you with copious quantities of cum might have more protein on offer, but a little dab will do you as it were, procreatively speaking.
I thought she had heard me when I told her, "...And now, SLEEP..". when I came. Evidently she did not realize I was 'done' so to speak. Tirelessly, she weaved a plot that had me involved in the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects to the story. She teased on as I dressed, pulled on boots, clomped down the 100 yard length of the hall, across the gravel over to the cyber cafe and uploaded the clip. She said later why didn't you stop me when you came. I explained that being aroused again as I walked was thoroughly enjoyable as was the tale itself. as she finished I had my ear speaker on its lowest setting and I hope she wasn't entertaining the troops as it were.
So I stripped; she talked; I came. I uploaded a clip.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Part-time Perving. -The Husband
I realized a few months ago that I didn't just need a part time job to make ends meet, I suddenly realized that I HAD a part-time job, I needed a full-time job, preferably with benefits. I located one that pays 10-20% of the approximate hourly rate I gross in my profession. It, however pays 2000% of the benefits. I have had none for nearly 8 years, and paid through the nose for health insurance for the 4 years before that. Suffice it to say, I have put my profession on the back-burner and have joined a large multi-national concern doing a blue collar job in a fairly high risk environment.
This job requires a 450 mile round trip, and will feature 7 contiguous 12 hour shifts once I complete training. Necessity dictates I live at the job site. It is a comfortable, but spartan barracks I live in now. It has an internet cafe, and a decent cafeteria. Small private rooms and communal baths.
I have found that pervy friends with full time jobs are harder to sync with when I have a full time job myself. I find I am hungry for emails in my box. and disappointed when there are none. The company blocks some sites that are clearly sexual in nature, but seems to ignore such content on blogs. Fortunately not only can I reach mt own, I can reach most of the blogs on my blog roll here, so far except Kinkerbelle and Atlanta Bondage. I miss the beautiful, kinky photography.
I have, in my boredom started a forth blog, the premise of which is what interests a 40 year old guy has in chatting with girls 1/2 his age, and more interestingly, why they would find the exchange worthwhile. I don't intend to link it here as its intended as a stand-alone blog.
Meanwhile, The Fellatio Artist has no cock to suck. Never fear though she is busying herself. Of the activities in my absence I am privy to, she is receiving increased email traffic from those willing to provide comfort to a week on week off widow, she is diligently testing a sex toy for Eden's fantasy, and has herself started a blog of her individual desires and pursuits sexually with likely a little more flare towards some creative license, then the straight real-life accounts here. There may well be some real life exploits there but she'll have the luxury of couching int in the mask of fiction if she chooses.
Together has been more difficult. She took some beautifully seductive photos today. We have had a few interesting telephonic exchanges, perhaps worthy of their own post here, and we have been naughtily flirtatious online.
I was updating a couple of the blogs as she gets the wee one to sleep and I am expecting my phone to ring anytime now for a repeat of this afternoon's delight.
This job requires a 450 mile round trip, and will feature 7 contiguous 12 hour shifts once I complete training. Necessity dictates I live at the job site. It is a comfortable, but spartan barracks I live in now. It has an internet cafe, and a decent cafeteria. Small private rooms and communal baths.
I have found that pervy friends with full time jobs are harder to sync with when I have a full time job myself. I find I am hungry for emails in my box. and disappointed when there are none. The company blocks some sites that are clearly sexual in nature, but seems to ignore such content on blogs. Fortunately not only can I reach mt own, I can reach most of the blogs on my blog roll here, so far except Kinkerbelle and Atlanta Bondage. I miss the beautiful, kinky photography.
I have, in my boredom started a forth blog, the premise of which is what interests a 40 year old guy has in chatting with girls 1/2 his age, and more interestingly, why they would find the exchange worthwhile. I don't intend to link it here as its intended as a stand-alone blog.
Meanwhile, The Fellatio Artist has no cock to suck. Never fear though she is busying herself. Of the activities in my absence I am privy to, she is receiving increased email traffic from those willing to provide comfort to a week on week off widow, she is diligently testing a sex toy for Eden's fantasy, and has herself started a blog of her individual desires and pursuits sexually with likely a little more flare towards some creative license, then the straight real-life accounts here. There may well be some real life exploits there but she'll have the luxury of couching int in the mask of fiction if she chooses.
Together has been more difficult. She took some beautifully seductive photos today. We have had a few interesting telephonic exchanges, perhaps worthy of their own post here, and we have been naughtily flirtatious online.
I was updating a couple of the blogs as she gets the wee one to sleep and I am expecting my phone to ring anytime now for a repeat of this afternoon's delight.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sugams 115
Aradia Ardor courtesy of My Fetish Diary.
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #116? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.This Week’s Picks
Debauched nothings
“You promised me you’d give me your cock.”
“Inside the drawer are two pair of panties.”
Who gets to talk about sex?“I was thinking the other day about who gets to talk about sex and sexuality.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Cashback
More Sugasm
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
About Chantal, now…
CyberGirl goes beyond amazing
Lady Chatterley’s Ruf
My New York Indiscretion
Off on the right foot
Table Top
Tonia (Part 2)
The Train
Valentine.
Walking Home In Her Panties
Sex Humor
A joke
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Because.
Bragging rights and the name game
Circumcise Me
An Eco-Sexy New Year
I mean this in a caring way
A Time For Sex Ed Innocence
An unexpected sexy anniversary
The Way I Like It
Sex Work
Keeping It In The Family II
What Do You Look Like, Rose?
NSFW Pics & Videos
Aradia Ardor
The Cam Lover is lonely and needs rough sex with a new doll
Crystal Klein super hottie
Kyla Cole
Missy Nicole - I’m Bored
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Adult Entertainment Expo 2008
Dana DeArmond Submits To The Training Of O (Bondage, Forced Orgasms)
Fetish Fair Fleamarket recap
Harmony HotMovies Interview
Jamye Waxman Wants You to Find Your O Face
BDSM & Fetish
Effervescent
Flavours of Pain
Half-Nekkid Toe Licker
The houseboy’s rebellion
LA Story: the night I learned to f-u-c-k
Padme amidala: My history of blowjobs
Recovery
Sexy porn turns into a sexy mental fantasy
Spanked Her Off to Work. - The Husband
Trick or Treat
(The Worst?) Profile of the week
Friday, January 18, 2008
Fellatio Friday Again
Here is Fellatio Friday #4, your gateway to hot and spicy blowjob-related posts as submitted to The Fellatrix by their authors. To join the fun and contribute to Fellatio Friday #5, please read the Fellatio Friday participation instructions. Here are this week's submissions:
Mischief, by Dirty Thirties
My History of Blowjobs, by Padme here at The Fellatrix
Phallic thoughts and memories, in a possibly incoherent order, by Queenie at The diary of a Sex Kitten
Confessions: My First Blowjob, by Selena Kitt
The Morning Lick, Part II, by Dirty Debbie at Debbie's Dirty Little Diary
Work Time Fun, by Blowjob Babe at Stroke, Suck, Swallow
The Art of the Ambush Blowjob, by Hamlet at Hamlet & Lorali's Pornotopia
Slutty Slutty Wednesday Part I, by Slutty Wife at The Fabulous Adventures of a Slutty Wife
Hanna and Mr. Darcy, at Stick & Giggle
The last two are a two parter, and can be considered together for voting purposes:
"68" - The Wife, by The Fellatio Artist
"75" - The Husband, by The Geek
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Review of the Rider. -The Husband.
The Jollie Rider we won on AAG's blog came amazingly fast. Apparently these little beauties are manufactured not only in the U.S.A. but more to the point nearly in our backyard. I wanted to give my take on it from an, um, outside perspective:
I help her ease it in, didn't even bother with lube and she reported no discomfort. I pictured the little vibe button sticking out of her va-yay-yay to change the speed setting. She swallowed it whole. I didn't want to say anything that might worry her, make her tense up and removal any more difficult, but secretly I was a little worried about how one finds the little holes in the sides to extract it later, but I figured we'd cross that gap later.
Before it disappeared I did have the presence of mind to put it in and switch it on to high (three clicks.) She reported it felt "nice" not orgasmic but nice. I stroked her a little bit externally and she jumped a bit. I moved in for a closer look. Much closer.
She started to protest, having been ambushed at the door straight from work with a new toy and not having had time to ...well you know....women like to freshen up a bit before a date. with the first swipe of a tongue tip she seemed to absolutely forget she was about to protest.
She was arching up and clamping thighs around my ears, and moaning and humming. I have recently worked on a technique of gentle nibbles at just the right spot at just the right frequency and if I'm lucky I can get her to string together small orgasmic waves for several little ripples.
In this case it looked to me from the outside like she was 'riding' one continues wave.
She tried to explain the feeling to me later (and I'll let her speak for herself here) but the gist of it was the vibrations got her to a place where she felt she urgently needed me doing what I was doing.
Seems the ultimate couples toy if it intensifies the desire for what the partner is doing. We have a friend who is bashful about receiving and unlike my wife, not easily orgasmic. this sort of thing might be just the thing.
She continued to wear it and claimed it was not orgasmic in and of itself. I cheated and made a few lusty grabs in near public to instant orgasms. At one point she had her first orgasm from the toy alone, and then the anticipation of when and if it would hit unexpectedly again drove her to others.
I couldn't hear a thing through her jeans, but could easily feel the vibrations when I cupped her pussy with my hand. If you are as enamored as I am at putting foreign objects into a woman this thing will fascinate. Oh, and by the way apparently the extraction was no problem. I am curious how that is accomplished so I will have to watch that part of the process next time.
I help her ease it in, didn't even bother with lube and she reported no discomfort. I pictured the little vibe button sticking out of her va-yay-yay to change the speed setting. She swallowed it whole. I didn't want to say anything that might worry her, make her tense up and removal any more difficult, but secretly I was a little worried about how one finds the little holes in the sides to extract it later, but I figured we'd cross that gap later.
Before it disappeared I did have the presence of mind to put it in and switch it on to high (three clicks.) She reported it felt "nice" not orgasmic but nice. I stroked her a little bit externally and she jumped a bit. I moved in for a closer look. Much closer.
She started to protest, having been ambushed at the door straight from work with a new toy and not having had time to ...well you know....women like to freshen up a bit before a date. with the first swipe of a tongue tip she seemed to absolutely forget she was about to protest.
She was arching up and clamping thighs around my ears, and moaning and humming. I have recently worked on a technique of gentle nibbles at just the right spot at just the right frequency and if I'm lucky I can get her to string together small orgasmic waves for several little ripples.
In this case it looked to me from the outside like she was 'riding' one continues wave.
She tried to explain the feeling to me later (and I'll let her speak for herself here) but the gist of it was the vibrations got her to a place where she felt she urgently needed me doing what I was doing.
Seems the ultimate couples toy if it intensifies the desire for what the partner is doing. We have a friend who is bashful about receiving and unlike my wife, not easily orgasmic. this sort of thing might be just the thing.
She continued to wear it and claimed it was not orgasmic in and of itself. I cheated and made a few lusty grabs in near public to instant orgasms. At one point she had her first orgasm from the toy alone, and then the anticipation of when and if it would hit unexpectedly again drove her to others.
I couldn't hear a thing through her jeans, but could easily feel the vibrations when I cupped her pussy with my hand. If you are as enamored as I am at putting foreign objects into a woman this thing will fascinate. Oh, and by the way apparently the extraction was no problem. I am curious how that is accomplished so I will have to watch that part of the process next time.
Rider Arrival. - The Husband
So I was finishing up the previous entry and two things arrived.
First was an assignment notification in our email from Eden's It should be here in a few days.
Next was a big brown truck with a modest plain looking box. Inside was a purple lumpy kidney shaped item. The engineer part of me had to check it out I found it has a little removable bullet vibe with watch style lithium ion batteries. Removing the battery safe strip I found that it has three settings. buzz, Buzz, and BUZZZZZZZ. I think she's going to like BUZZZZZZZZZ. I need an actual vagina to stuff this thing in for the next phase of product testing.
I called her to tell her its here already. She is excited to try it. She pouts that I'll probably take it away from her and hide it. Not a bad idea, that. ~evil grin~
First was an assignment notification in our email from Eden's It should be here in a few days.
Next was a big brown truck with a modest plain looking box. Inside was a purple lumpy kidney shaped item. The engineer part of me had to check it out I found it has a little removable bullet vibe with watch style lithium ion batteries. Removing the battery safe strip I found that it has three settings. buzz, Buzz, and BUZZZZZZZ. I think she's going to like BUZZZZZZZZZ. I need an actual vagina to stuff this thing in for the next phase of product testing.
I called her to tell her its here already. She is excited to try it. She pouts that I'll probably take it away from her and hide it. Not a bad idea, that. ~evil grin~
Reunited and it Feels So Good.. -The Husband
...I picture Peaches and Herb playing in the background....
Mr. Wiggles has been M.I.A. in our messy bedroom for at least a couple of weeks.
As high praise of my recently acquired advanced cunnilingus technique, she reports that she hasn't been as desperate to find him as she might have been.
Still, she complains it would be nice to have him, especially as my new job is going to take me out of town for a week at a time. She mentioned it last the other night when I went to sleep owing her one.
Yesterday, we got an email from Eden's Fantasy approving our writing sample and putting us on the list to review some adult toys. Dildos and vibes, and plugs, oh, my! We have grabbed our first toy from them and pending approval, we shall be working on vibrantly reviewing it.
The cavalcade of toys doesn't stop there friends. Oh, no! I have greedily put in for every piece of kinky swag that she offers in her occasional contests on Always Aroused Girl's blog. Recently, we won! We are waiting for a Jollie Rider that looks QUITE entertaining.
So toys have been on our minds lately, not that the finger's tongues and penis or in anyway out of commission. A couple of toys are in for repairs, another is kind of anemically buzzing and most suitable for stretching exercises, and then there is the matter of the A.W.O.L. Mr. Wiggles.
After the afore mentioned spanky send off earlier that day, I had in mind a little pleasure with her pain. I often have her masturbate while I administer some not at all deserved but very much appreciated form of corporal punishment. I had in mind a spanking whilst she teased next to her clit with the little powerful buzzer.
I tackled the overdue job of emptying the wooden cradle that has become a catch-all next to the bed. No Mr. Wiggles.
Removed a couple of bags of empty Diet Dr. Pepper bottles from under the bed, no luck. I reached under a ledge on the nightstand and didn't see it. As I was raking the debris in to a pile with my fingers I felt it's hard plastic shell. It was smaller than I remember. My member TOWER over the little guy. Thats why he's strictly in charge of external play leaving the inside jobs to my cock.
She reached for it but I pocketed it, telling her she was going to have to earn her little reunion. Without any hesitation she called one of the older kids up to take the wee one to give us some alone time.
I recorded the moment for posterity as she stripped and gently lowered him to her pussy. The instant it touched she arched up off the bed. It was indeed a joyous reunion.
We had been looking through Eden's Fantasy's extensive Catalog and saw a flogger that looked interesting. Every the scrounge and fabricator, I made do with several doubled strands of soft stretchy jump rope. From the sound it made I worried that it was too much, she looked over with a hungry look that begged, more! So I obliged.
I also made use of a foam flip-flop and got a nice red hue on her bottom.
All in all , a good time was had by the three of us.
Mr. Wiggles has been M.I.A. in our messy bedroom for at least a couple of weeks.
As high praise of my recently acquired advanced cunnilingus technique, she reports that she hasn't been as desperate to find him as she might have been.
Still, she complains it would be nice to have him, especially as my new job is going to take me out of town for a week at a time. She mentioned it last the other night when I went to sleep owing her one.
Yesterday, we got an email from Eden's Fantasy approving our writing sample and putting us on the list to review some adult toys. Dildos and vibes, and plugs, oh, my! We have grabbed our first toy from them and pending approval, we shall be working on vibrantly reviewing it.
The cavalcade of toys doesn't stop there friends. Oh, no! I have greedily put in for every piece of kinky swag that she offers in her occasional contests on Always Aroused Girl's blog. Recently, we won! We are waiting for a Jollie Rider that looks QUITE entertaining.
So toys have been on our minds lately, not that the finger's tongues and penis or in anyway out of commission. A couple of toys are in for repairs, another is kind of anemically buzzing and most suitable for stretching exercises, and then there is the matter of the A.W.O.L. Mr. Wiggles.
After the afore mentioned spanky send off earlier that day, I had in mind a little pleasure with her pain. I often have her masturbate while I administer some not at all deserved but very much appreciated form of corporal punishment. I had in mind a spanking whilst she teased next to her clit with the little powerful buzzer.
I tackled the overdue job of emptying the wooden cradle that has become a catch-all next to the bed. No Mr. Wiggles.
Removed a couple of bags of empty Diet Dr. Pepper bottles from under the bed, no luck. I reached under a ledge on the nightstand and didn't see it. As I was raking the debris in to a pile with my fingers I felt it's hard plastic shell. It was smaller than I remember. My member TOWER over the little guy. Thats why he's strictly in charge of external play leaving the inside jobs to my cock.
She reached for it but I pocketed it, telling her she was going to have to earn her little reunion. Without any hesitation she called one of the older kids up to take the wee one to give us some alone time.
I recorded the moment for posterity as she stripped and gently lowered him to her pussy. The instant it touched she arched up off the bed. It was indeed a joyous reunion.
We had been looking through Eden's Fantasy's extensive Catalog and saw a flogger that looked interesting. Every the scrounge and fabricator, I made do with several doubled strands of soft stretchy jump rope. From the sound it made I worried that it was too much, she looked over with a hungry look that begged, more! So I obliged.
I also made use of a foam flip-flop and got a nice red hue on her bottom.
All in all , a good time was had by the three of us.
Spanked Her Off to Work. - The Husband
As she gathered her purse, keys and such after a late lunch break, I noticed her ass was looking good in the size * jeans she borrowed from me. I intended to give her a little playful swat, it went a little harder than playful, a little lighter than sexual.
She gave a a barely audible moan of pleasure and steadied herself against the filing cabinet.
I took that as an invitation. I have her about 5 more swats in a deliberate, calculated fashion. A bit of a pause between.
Hard enough to sting my hand.
She smiled her thanks and started to head out the door again, then paused.
"Wait." she said, puzzled.
Reaching into her pants she said in surprise. "I am really, really wet!"
I reached in and confirmed her assessment. I lingered a little longer than necessary, and she left with a post orgasmic smile on her face.
She gave a a barely audible moan of pleasure and steadied herself against the filing cabinet.
I took that as an invitation. I have her about 5 more swats in a deliberate, calculated fashion. A bit of a pause between.
Hard enough to sting my hand.
She smiled her thanks and started to head out the door again, then paused.
"Wait." she said, puzzled.
Reaching into her pants she said in surprise. "I am really, really wet!"
I reached in and confirmed her assessment. I lingered a little longer than necessary, and she left with a post orgasmic smile on her face.
Monday, January 14, 2008
"75" -The Husband
I didn't do a very good job on my whole "orgasm denial" project. There was some bondage involved tough so I accomplished 1/2 my goals.
I initially got a bit distracted because a friend got her webcam up and running and I persuaded the wife to join me in watching. She, always more the participant than a spectator in most sports, gamely knelt before my horribly uncomfortable office chair and began some really devoted cock worshiping. The lighting was poor, the kids and or the cats kept stirring form upstairs, and there was the whole fellatee as director cum camera man cum key grip multitasking distraction. Wifey is going to be headed off to work in the morning with what she calls "cock ridge" on the back of her lips.
When the friend had to leave due to distractions on her end we had already moved on to desk-top fucking and I couldn't really see denying her any orgasms given her yeoman's work on her knees not to mention leaving her hanging the night before.
We decided to retire upstairs for some actual privacy as well as a more comfortable environ. Well, more comfortable for me anyway. After I located a broomstick and some duct tape she seemed decidedly uncomfortable. She does not believe that I can in fact engineer a solution that in fact foes immobilize her in such a way that she cannot reach orgasm with out my assistance. I did assist to, several times. I'm not going to go so far as to say she owes me ( like what? 6?) but I think were fairly even now. I figure 68+6=75
I initially got a bit distracted because a friend got her webcam up and running and I persuaded the wife to join me in watching. She, always more the participant than a spectator in most sports, gamely knelt before my horribly uncomfortable office chair and began some really devoted cock worshiping. The lighting was poor, the kids and or the cats kept stirring form upstairs, and there was the whole fellatee as director cum camera man cum key grip multitasking distraction. Wifey is going to be headed off to work in the morning with what she calls "cock ridge" on the back of her lips.
When the friend had to leave due to distractions on her end we had already moved on to desk-top fucking and I couldn't really see denying her any orgasms given her yeoman's work on her knees not to mention leaving her hanging the night before.
We decided to retire upstairs for some actual privacy as well as a more comfortable environ. Well, more comfortable for me anyway. After I located a broomstick and some duct tape she seemed decidedly uncomfortable. She does not believe that I can in fact engineer a solution that in fact foes immobilize her in such a way that she cannot reach orgasm with out my assistance. I did assist to, several times. I'm not going to go so far as to say she owes me ( like what? 6?) but I think were fairly even now. I figure 68+6=75
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Tied and Denied. - The Husband
A very good bisexual friend of both of ours has given me a few tips on the finer points of pussy worship. This woman began her sexual exploration with girls and was very intent on learning all she could about what brought pleasure to her partner.
One of the most useful things she taught me is that if a woman comes too hard too soon, everything gets sensitive and you can't continue as vigorously after that. Backing off a little just before orgasm lets them ride the wave in quieter, but more fulfilling bliss.
I tried it once and Wifey screamed "That's MEAN!" as I pulled away, Within an amazingly short time though I had through gentle nibbles and licks and pauses got her right on the knives edge and riding a very long orgasmic wave. Since then I have figured out how to just reach that place without backing off so far that you could even call it orgasm denial.
Today Wifey came up behind me as I was chatting with our bi friend. We were discussing how easily orgasmic my wife is and how that hardly seems fair in the cosmic scope of things as the friend and I seem to have to really work for our orgasms. I was saying I should tie her up and make her NOT cum. Wife just laughed, grabbed the seam of her jeans, rode it for less than 10 seconds and let out a sigh as she reached yet another orgasm.
She has learned a new BDSM word that delights her. S.A.M. for Smart Ass Masochist. She delights in the apt term. I don't take my capital D domme role that seriously either. As she says "If you can't laugh while he's all serious spanking your ass, what fun is it?"
When I pointed out that she is really asking for it, she says, "Promises, promises." perhaps a not-too-veiled reference to last night? She went on to assure me that no mater how I tie her up, she can still in some way writhe and wriggle out an orgasm. SHe has no idea the engineering I have in mind to remove all sensational possibilities from her flirty little pussy.
I'll let you know how it goes...
One of the most useful things she taught me is that if a woman comes too hard too soon, everything gets sensitive and you can't continue as vigorously after that. Backing off a little just before orgasm lets them ride the wave in quieter, but more fulfilling bliss.
I tried it once and Wifey screamed "That's MEAN!" as I pulled away, Within an amazingly short time though I had through gentle nibbles and licks and pauses got her right on the knives edge and riding a very long orgasmic wave. Since then I have figured out how to just reach that place without backing off so far that you could even call it orgasm denial.
Today Wifey came up behind me as I was chatting with our bi friend. We were discussing how easily orgasmic my wife is and how that hardly seems fair in the cosmic scope of things as the friend and I seem to have to really work for our orgasms. I was saying I should tie her up and make her NOT cum. Wife just laughed, grabbed the seam of her jeans, rode it for less than 10 seconds and let out a sigh as she reached yet another orgasm.
She has learned a new BDSM word that delights her. S.A.M. for Smart Ass Masochist. She delights in the apt term. I don't take my capital D domme role that seriously either. As she says "If you can't laugh while he's all serious spanking your ass, what fun is it?"
When I pointed out that she is really asking for it, she says, "Promises, promises." perhaps a not-too-veiled reference to last night? She went on to assure me that no mater how I tie her up, she can still in some way writhe and wriggle out an orgasm. SHe has no idea the engineering I have in mind to remove all sensational possibilities from her flirty little pussy.
I'll let you know how it goes...
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Negotiating a Sexual and Emotional Minefield. -The Husband
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Friday, January 11, 2008
Third Weekly Fellatio Friday
Here is Fellatio Friday #3, your gateway to hot and spicy blowjob-related posts as submitted to The Fellatrix by their authors. To join the fun and contribute to Fellatio Friday #4, please read the Fellatio Friday participation instructions. Here are this week's submissions:
And Zizz says, by Zizz at Verticaldancer
Sucking Rob, by Rex Romeo at Adventures in Erotica (this is my first M/M submission; scroll down to Jun 11th on his blog, 2007 to find and read it).
Highway Blowjob, at another new blog, MyNawyExploits
Sucking Master Anakin's Cock, by Padme at Journey to the Darkside
Oral Fixation, by Selena Kitt
The Schwanns Man Delivers, by Slutty Wife at The Fabulous Adventures of a Slutty Wife
Blowing His Mind, by jrm at My Husband's Slut
Afternoon Delight - The Wife, by The Fellatio Artist at Full Contact Monogamy
Please go to the Fellatrix and vote for your favorite authors!
Pharmacological Dissertation. -The Geek
Not to belabor the point but I spent years on Prozac, and it resulted in a lot of frustration when you have an easily orgasmic, cum-slut wife, and you can fuck like a stallion, but not show her the slippery, shiny, stringy proof.
For the last eight months, I've happily allowed my serotonin re-uptake to happen as my own body decides, without the chemical inhibitor. This makes orgasm possible again. Sometimes even multiple times daily, but I don't believe I'll ever come close to the two year anniversary benchmark of eleven ejaculations in a 24 hour period. ELEVEN!
The first time I noticed this "side effect" nonchalantly described in Eli Lilly's insert as "various sexual side effects" wasn't sexual at all. I was on the treadmill at the gym. I had run for 20-25 minutes and wasn't feeling the horizon approaching of a runner's high. 35 minutes, then 40, 45...nothing. I sprinted the equivalent of 200 yards at the end, red-faced sweating, pulse throbbing in my temples. Nothing.
So, re-aligning my brain chemistry to a natural state and balance is a pretty big deal for me.
For the last eight months, I've happily allowed my serotonin re-uptake to happen as my own body decides, without the chemical inhibitor. This makes orgasm possible again. Sometimes even multiple times daily, but I don't believe I'll ever come close to the two year anniversary benchmark of eleven ejaculations in a 24 hour period. ELEVEN!
The first time I noticed this "side effect" nonchalantly described in Eli Lilly's insert as "various sexual side effects" wasn't sexual at all. I was on the treadmill at the gym. I had run for 20-25 minutes and wasn't feeling the horizon approaching of a runner's high. 35 minutes, then 40, 45...nothing. I sprinted the equivalent of 200 yards at the end, red-faced sweating, pulse throbbing in my temples. Nothing.
So, re-aligning my brain chemistry to a natural state and balance is a pretty big deal for me.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
With Cum & a Smile on Her Lips. - The Husband
That's how I sent Wifey back to work.
At the time, I was satisfied, my pipes having been cleaned but had no idea the levels of foreshadowing in this event. I was pleased with my videography. I was no less pleased that I had managed to cum in her throat. It's a bit of an exaggeration that she had cum on her lips, I was pretty deep in her throat when I came and when she invaded my mouth with her eager tongue seconds later, there wasn't a hint.
As she described, she gave me a great blow job. I would have cum in just the first couple of minutes If I hadn't decided to play Cecil B. DeMille with the digicam. I felt my balls tighten several times. I made no concerted effort to hold out because I actually wanted to surprise her with a mouthful MORE than I wanted to record the moment, but since often I have trouble 'getting there' if we are under a time crunch, I figured I'd grab a shot or two for Fellatio Friday.
In all the excitement of reaching orgasm in less than 5 minutes we had before she had to go back to work, I missed a lot:
I caught the look of rapt attention she sensed me approaching the edge. I missed that the thing that put me over the edge was when I looked down at her licking my balls and told her that the next time I have cock in hand on cam, I want her posed right there. Not very present in the moment was it?
I caught that her technique was smoother going all the way down in one motion instead of the reach the back of the throat adjust, and take it all in. I missed noticing that for the first time in EVER, something we did triggered her previously dormant gag reflex.
I caught that she was approaching her task with relish. I missed that she was feeling me a little emotionally disconnected the last day or so and was connecting with my soul as she was connecting with my cock.
I caught myself in the 'dominant role' I missed the subtle topping from the bottom cues that foreshadowed her first topping from the top she would do later that night as she subconsciously administered the salve of redemption through pain, rather than receiving as per usual.
And most of all I missed the foreshadowing that his blow-job, delayed from a lick and a promise unfinished one the day before, and hastily tossed of before an arbitrary Fellatio Friday deadline, that it was to be one of two fellatio to completion attempts in less than twelve hours.
From that 5 minutes elapsed time from dropping my pants to kissing her goodbye, there is a week's worth of blogging subtext.
At the time, I was satisfied, my pipes having been cleaned but had no idea the levels of foreshadowing in this event. I was pleased with my videography. I was no less pleased that I had managed to cum in her throat. It's a bit of an exaggeration that she had cum on her lips, I was pretty deep in her throat when I came and when she invaded my mouth with her eager tongue seconds later, there wasn't a hint.
As she described, she gave me a great blow job. I would have cum in just the first couple of minutes If I hadn't decided to play Cecil B. DeMille with the digicam. I felt my balls tighten several times. I made no concerted effort to hold out because I actually wanted to surprise her with a mouthful MORE than I wanted to record the moment, but since often I have trouble 'getting there' if we are under a time crunch, I figured I'd grab a shot or two for Fellatio Friday.
In all the excitement of reaching orgasm in less than 5 minutes we had before she had to go back to work, I missed a lot:
I caught the look of rapt attention she sensed me approaching the edge. I missed that the thing that put me over the edge was when I looked down at her licking my balls and told her that the next time I have cock in hand on cam, I want her posed right there. Not very present in the moment was it?
I caught that her technique was smoother going all the way down in one motion instead of the reach the back of the throat adjust, and take it all in. I missed noticing that for the first time in EVER, something we did triggered her previously dormant gag reflex.
I caught that she was approaching her task with relish. I missed that she was feeling me a little emotionally disconnected the last day or so and was connecting with my soul as she was connecting with my cock.
I caught myself in the 'dominant role' I missed the subtle topping from the bottom cues that foreshadowed her first topping from the top she would do later that night as she subconsciously administered the salve of redemption through pain, rather than receiving as per usual.
And most of all I missed the foreshadowing that his blow-job, delayed from a lick and a promise unfinished one the day before, and hastily tossed of before an arbitrary Fellatio Friday deadline, that it was to be one of two fellatio to completion attempts in less than twelve hours.
From that 5 minutes elapsed time from dropping my pants to kissing her goodbye, there is a week's worth of blogging subtext.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
High Speed Fellatio. -The Husband.
It is kind of a cliche getting blown while driving. The reason something becomes cliche is because a lot of people do it. The reason they do it is it is pretty darn entertaining. If I can find it I'll have to embed the excellent version of this Heather from iDeepthroat.com did.
We have done this a few times. The first time I recall, we were either on our way to or from the grassy knoll. We had hopes to retrieve a Polaroid there, and were amazed to have found it in the dark.
We actually originally met in the rat's maze of Corporate America in a place featuring a million dollar view that included the Wrigley Mansion but an environment too cheap to even give us individual cubicles. It was two to a slot, with a 45 degree angle so you could pretend you had privacy.
Eventually, she transferred to the building across the street with no windows at all, but a nicer division culture. Our building had the better cafeteria, or at least Orlando was a better cook. She used walk across the grassy knoll then dash across a major thoroughfare, often in heels, to meet up for lunch. On one such trip she noticed a Polaroid, possibly tossed from a passing car. In a tight skirt and heels, she wasn't going to bend down and get it especially in case the perv who left it was watching to see who picked it up.
She mentioned it later that night when we were inflagrante of some degree. I thought it sounded hot. I can't remember why we took her car, as it had a bad alternator and there were concerns it might not make it there and back. Probably I had my engine pulled at the time. So off we went om a fool's errand, late at night in a light drizzle. We pulled up, she retraced her usual route in the dark and there it was. In my paranoia (cute to her at the time) I wondered if someone hadn't seen her daily trek and had planted it for her to find. Later, we spent a lot of time looking at the cock-stuffed visage, wondering if we knew the girl. Hard to say. We looked around carefully the next Popsicle Thursday, but no joy.
So, armed with some home made porn and some giddy ideas, we went to the nearest Walgreen's where I stayed in the car idling to nurse the battery along, as she dashed in and bought a Polaroid Camera. We had a vague idea of replacing the 'planted' or more likely tossed one with one of our own. I don't recall whether that plan came to fruition, but I do recall my first on-the-fly BJ.
She leaned over, I adjusted the seat back and my fly and she went after it like the young fellatio artist that she was. At some point she looked up and asked if anyone could see. I said no, but had the splendid idea of her removing her panties off, raising her skirt and getting her moon above the window ledge. This position did nothing to make her task easier but the angle and the dome light I switched on made my cries of "Don't stop! Some guy in a truck is looking down in..." a tad more believable. (I was lying.)
The next time I recall we weren't too far from home so waiting was certainly an option, but we were young, kinky and horny and web-cams weren't invented yet. I think the cop we passed had a good Idea what she was doing because he pulled us over. By the time I had "found a safe place to pull over" (read got my pants up from my ankles and sort of zipped.) she was belted in the upright position. Dizzy with kink, and the adrenaline of nearly getting cop, I have no idea what he said about why he pulled us over. A lane change or some such. He sent us on our way with a warning and a smirk.
My current ride cost the price of a minivan plus about $6,500. What I mean to say is I had to buy the minivan so I could justify the $6.5K on what my wife terms my midlife crisis. After said minivan purchase she did tell me that as long as the mid-life crisis didn't involve bleached blond and boobs, I probably could have had it anyway. SO of course I dumped another $3,500 in the car for a smooth-shifting trans and a limited slip differential. I can hit 110 by the end of the on ramp of the freeway by our house. So far we haven't christened it, and I've had it for 2 years.
The car is no virgin though I've embarrassed the odd penis-mobile costing 20 times as much, as well as two cops foolish enough to think pursuit in an their SUV's was a reasonable undertaking. The most sexual thing I've done is driving it in my underwear at 132 mph just to say I did.
It is a goal of mine to get blown either well above twice the speed limit, or perhaps during a 1/4 mile run. I don't think I can cum in less than 1/4 mile though despite the high level of excitement that might bring.
We have done this a few times. The first time I recall, we were either on our way to or from the grassy knoll. We had hopes to retrieve a Polaroid there, and were amazed to have found it in the dark.
We actually originally met in the rat's maze of Corporate America in a place featuring a million dollar view that included the Wrigley Mansion but an environment too cheap to even give us individual cubicles. It was two to a slot, with a 45 degree angle so you could pretend you had privacy.
Eventually, she transferred to the building across the street with no windows at all, but a nicer division culture. Our building had the better cafeteria, or at least Orlando was a better cook. She used walk across the grassy knoll then dash across a major thoroughfare, often in heels, to meet up for lunch. On one such trip she noticed a Polaroid, possibly tossed from a passing car. In a tight skirt and heels, she wasn't going to bend down and get it especially in case the perv who left it was watching to see who picked it up.
She mentioned it later that night when we were inflagrante of some degree. I thought it sounded hot. I can't remember why we took her car, as it had a bad alternator and there were concerns it might not make it there and back. Probably I had my engine pulled at the time. So off we went om a fool's errand, late at night in a light drizzle. We pulled up, she retraced her usual route in the dark and there it was. In my paranoia (cute to her at the time) I wondered if someone hadn't seen her daily trek and had planted it for her to find. Later, we spent a lot of time looking at the cock-stuffed visage, wondering if we knew the girl. Hard to say. We looked around carefully the next Popsicle Thursday, but no joy.
So, armed with some home made porn and some giddy ideas, we went to the nearest Walgreen's where I stayed in the car idling to nurse the battery along, as she dashed in and bought a Polaroid Camera. We had a vague idea of replacing the 'planted' or more likely tossed one with one of our own. I don't recall whether that plan came to fruition, but I do recall my first on-the-fly BJ.
She leaned over, I adjusted the seat back and my fly and she went after it like the young fellatio artist that she was. At some point she looked up and asked if anyone could see. I said no, but had the splendid idea of her removing her panties off, raising her skirt and getting her moon above the window ledge. This position did nothing to make her task easier but the angle and the dome light I switched on made my cries of "Don't stop! Some guy in a truck is looking down in..." a tad more believable. (I was lying.)
The next time I recall we weren't too far from home so waiting was certainly an option, but we were young, kinky and horny and web-cams weren't invented yet. I think the cop we passed had a good Idea what she was doing because he pulled us over. By the time I had "found a safe place to pull over" (read got my pants up from my ankles and sort of zipped.) she was belted in the upright position. Dizzy with kink, and the adrenaline of nearly getting cop, I have no idea what he said about why he pulled us over. A lane change or some such. He sent us on our way with a warning and a smirk.
My current ride cost the price of a minivan plus about $6,500. What I mean to say is I had to buy the minivan so I could justify the $6.5K on what my wife terms my midlife crisis. After said minivan purchase she did tell me that as long as the mid-life crisis didn't involve bleached blond and boobs, I probably could have had it anyway. SO of course I dumped another $3,500 in the car for a smooth-shifting trans and a limited slip differential. I can hit 110 by the end of the on ramp of the freeway by our house. So far we haven't christened it, and I've had it for 2 years.
The car is no virgin though I've embarrassed the odd penis-mobile costing 20 times as much, as well as two cops foolish enough to think pursuit in an their SUV's was a reasonable undertaking. The most sexual thing I've done is driving it in my underwear at 132 mph just to say I did.
It is a goal of mine to get blown either well above twice the speed limit, or perhaps during a 1/4 mile run. I don't think I can cum in less than 1/4 mile though despite the high level of excitement that might bring.
New Sugasm Submission.
I have entered my post about Aural Sex into the Sugasm contest for this week.
There are some really amazing entries in the following posts. All are very much worth a read. For those that don't know about Sugasm, individual writers send in their best posts for the week and they are compiled in one place. Kind of a Kinky Digest. (Don't steal that copyright 1/8/2008, the Geek)
Sugasm #113
There are some really amazing entries in the following posts. All are very much worth a read. For those that don't know about Sugasm, individual writers send in their best posts for the week and they are compiled in one place. Kind of a Kinky Digest. (Don't steal that copyright 1/8/2008, the Geek)
Sugasm #113
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #114? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
A Different Kind Of Authority For Sex Bloggers
“As we sex workers, sex bloggers, and adult business folks swim in our ponds or spin in our micro universes & connect with others, we continue to build authority.”
Of sex and strippers
“At one point she was straddling Girlfriend’s right leg, grinding her thigh against Girlfriend’s clit through her jeans.”
Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge
Her comments were something to the effect of, “No one wanted to see me twirl with tassels ~ on fire or not ~ when some girl was going to sit on stage and insert things into herself.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Kofola
Editor’s Choice
Interview with Paul Festa about circumcision
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Aurel Sex. - The Husband
Cock Whore
Decibels
Dreams are funny things
The Erotic Review
I Love A Rainy Night
The night I was initiated on Frat Row
Opera Glasses
Score
Skin, breath, desire, rhythm
Uninvited
Yesterday’s Sweet Blowjob
Sex Work
Catalina loves Giving Spankings
NSFW Pics & Videos
Mizuki Horii
Andie Valentino (Twistys)
Half-Nekkid Thursday: View from MY Back Row
Mindy Main Sexy and Topless
A Very Shibari New Year From Marky D. Sade
Sex Advice
13 Ways To Use What You Have To Build Intimacy
Celebrate 2008: The Year of the Pussy!
Just Seeing My Girlfriend Turns Me On! Is This Normal?!
Resolve to Improve Your Sex Life in 2008
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
2007 Wanking Totals
Discovering the Art of Masturbation
Hair-B-Gone
I fucked this guy once …without dirty talk!?!
Taking One For the Team
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Hello Kitty Vibrator - Battery-Powered Evil!!!
Panties Second Only To Auto Industry
Real Doll Rentals
Working Sex: Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry
BDSM & Fetish
All Tied Up and No Where To Go
Am I A Masochist?
Daddy Play
The Descent Begins
More piss slut practice
Rough Fuck
A Seven Orgasm Day
Two-thirds
Who knew Uncle Sam was kinky?
Monday, January 7, 2008
Orgasm Control through Reverse Psychology. - The Husband
place holder, Ill get back to this.
basically It doesn't work but I keep trying it..:)
basically It doesn't work but I keep trying it..:)
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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