Monday, October 31, 2016

A weekend of promises, fulfilled and unfulfilled ~ Part 2

There's a whole preamble to this in Part 1 which you really should read before you start this one. This is the continuation of what happened last Friday night...

"Feeling horny?" she asked, knowing full well there was something pressing against her hip. "Hell yeah, " I replied, honestly. She reached over and grabbed my dick, holding it and feeling it's length.

"Hmmmm, that feels like quite a good erection" she mused to herself. It was a definite hmmmm, not a mmmmm. Again, my brain screamed WTF?! as I wondered where this sudden fascination with cock size came from. Sure, I suppose she may have thought about it before but she sure as hell had never articulated it before. Not out loud, to me. My cock however gave no fucks. It hadn't had sex for over 3 weeks and now it was twitching and raring to go. Literally twitching.

"Hmmmmm" said my wife, as she started slowly pumping my throbbing dick.... There was a moment of silence, but then came the magic words: "Mmmmmmm..."

She started gently jacking my cock, using a light touch. Having already told me she didn't want to do anything until Saturday night I figured this was a hand job to tide me over. What did I care - it had been almost 4 weeks! - I'd take it. I reached around and cupped her breast, giving a gentle squeeze. She turned around to face me, pulling my leg between hers and then clamping down. She wasn't exactly humping me but it was some sort of kegel exercise - a kegel exercise that made her pussy feel good.

She fingered my balls and played with my cock some more, before presumably deciding that I was hard enough and untangling herself from me. She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out some lube. I had thought she was getting a toy but the sound of a big dollop of lube squirting into her hand was unmistakeable. She started rubbing some into her pussy and then all over my cock as well, with her other hand. Satisfied with her work she pushed back the covers and mounted me.

Okay, I thought to myself, that escalated fast. So much for wanting me to wait until the following night.

She rode me for a bit before dropping down and pressing her breasts against my chest. Her tits felt full and heavy, and her nipples were hard. I gave them a pinch before moving my hands down to her ass, grabbing them quickly with a slap for good measure. She started grinding her cunt against me, rolling her ass in tiny circles. I grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed, pulling her deeper down onto my cock.

She started making little grunting noises so I slapped her ass a few more times, but quietly. Our daughter was asleep in the next room!

I then slid my hands down, into the space between my hips and her inner thighs, and then I lifted her up by her butt. I bounced her up and down on my dick a few times, her pussy and ass slapping on my cock and balls. Her grunts got faster and she was thrusting down against me each time I dropped her, and I could tell she was close. I released her and she continued thrusting, bouncing up and down on my dick like a jockey approaching the finish line.

And then she collapsed on top of me, squeezing her pussy for a few more kegels. Or had she cum? I couldn't tell. As if to answer my question she pulled herself off me and stacked three pillows in front of her, before jumping on top of them and turning her head towards me. "Fuck me' she said "fuck me hard, I want to feel you cum inside me"

just imagine a few pillows under her and the picture is complete
It took only a second before I was positioned behind her, grabbing her hips and fucking her doggy style. Her cunt was tight but wet and it felt amazing.

"Yeah, pound that cock into me, I wanna feel your hot cum shoot all up inside my pussy" she said, egging me on. I did exactly that.

"Ooooh, that feels good!!" she said, through gritted teeth.

"Do you want me to cum now?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, do it!" she cried "fill me up with your sticky mess..."

"Okay, here I cum" I warned her, "Now...."

I gripped her hips tightly and pulled her even harder into me. Realising I was indeed about to cum right then and there she realised she'd better get there herself, and started slapping her clit with her free hand. We came together and her pussy pulsed as I flooded her with my seed - sperm that had been waiting 4 weeks to escape.

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As you can imagine I spent the whole of Saturday thinking about the night ahead. As you read in Part 1 my wife had suggested we make a night of it, using the Viagra sample my doctor had given me. I was full of horney thoughts, since I figured with a 2-3 hour erection we'd need to make the most of it.

My wife had obviously been thinking about it too, but now had cold feet. She'd heard stories about men who had heart attacks after taking Viagra (duh, the Doctor had of course checked my blood pressure before giving them to me) and then decided we couldn't risk it in a house with a dozen teenage girls staying for a Halloween sleepover. Besides, she said with a big kiss, she'd cum twice on Friday night and she was good.

Damn! How do you argue with that? I didn't want to be whiney bitch guy - so I just sighed inwardly and resigned myself to my reality: the Viagra experiment would have to wait for another time...

Sunday, October 30, 2016

A weekend of promises, fulfilled and unfulfilled

If you'd read last Monday's post Left alone for five days... what's a boy to do? you'd know I haven't had sex with my wife for quite some time and (as usual) it's had me climbing the walls. In fact the last time we had sex was October 4, when this happened: Anal - Did I finally get it right? ~ Part Two. So last Friday meant it had been more than 3 weeks since we'd enjoyed any actual sex and I felt we were well overdue.

I was primed for action. We'd been to a birthday party for one of my wife's friends at an inner city bar but were home before midnight. That meant my wife was relatively sober but in a buoyant mood. Two of her besties had also joked about what a hottie I was and why couldn't they find a man like me. Based on past experience I've learnt that kind of talk fires up my wife's libido, so forgive me if I didn't make a move as soon as my wife climbed into bed.

No, I didn't just crassly pounce on her - but I did give her a cuddle and kiss her neck. 

"Feeling horny?" she asked, knowing full well there was something pressing against her hip.

"Hell yeah, " I replied, honestly. "It's been a month!"

"Noooo?" questioned my wife, "not that long"

"It's been over three weeks," I countered. "Trust me, I know"

"Hmmmm, well maybe tomorrow night then?" said my wife, seriously. "I'm kinda tired"

So it's at this point, dear reader, that we take a break to publish a picture. While I'm doing that you can go back to Saturday's post OPP: Confessions of an Adulteress  (pre-scheduled before Friday night's escapade) to get a backrounder on my emotional state. It's how my brain works when I've gone without sex for too long. Since the post you're reading right now is tagged 'we had sex' it's obvious I did get laid at the weekend, but do read Saturday's post to see how I was feeling on Friday night when my wife seemed disinterested in sex (with me) after having recently spent all that time away from me.



Welcome back.... so my wife says she's tired and suggests we put off the sex until the following night. Our daughter is having a dozen friends around on Saturday for her annual Halloween bash so I figure that might work. My daughter's plan is to have them all over at 5pm and watch six horror movies she's rented, so that should leave my wife and I plenty of time to have sex upstairs while they're all downstairs in the basement movie room. But then the old proverb 'A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' springs to mind and I remembered that this would not be the first time that I've been 'bumped' from Friday to Saturday night, only to find on Saturday there is no sex then either.

So I said no, and fondled her breasts and nuzzled her neck. Her nipples were hard so I felt that validated my actions.

"Well," she continued "what I was thinking was that you could take one of those blue pills you mentioned, and we could really make a night of it tomorrow..."

'Those blue pills' of course refer to Viagra, the medication for men with Erectile Dysfunction. And this is where the story veers off on a tangent, but one that is worth telling, I assure you!

I don't suffer from ED but a week before we went to London (late September) I had my annual medical check up. The doctor had on his desk some promotional object with the word/logo VIAGRA emblazoned on it, and I fell into the pharmaceutical company's trap: "What's that?" I asked, thinking it was an odd thing to have sitting on his desk. Now the doctor should have said "that's a marketing device to make you ask about a Viagra so I can make general enquiries about whether you think you might need it so I can then prescribe it" but of course he was more circumspect than that. But he did talk about Viagra and ask if I thought I needed some. I of course said 'No" but he countered with "would you like some? I can give you a free trial pack (of 4) and you can see if they make a difference?"

Being a well adjusted man of the world I am well aware that many young gay men with no ED take Viagra and use it to enhance their sexual performance so I was intrigued. It occurred to me that I don't personally know any young gay men with no ED who take Viagra and use it to enhance their sexual performance so maybe that was just a story created by the company that own Viagra? And then I thought about being able to have sex for hours, so... What the hell?!

I decided to live dangerously and take the offer: "Sure, if it's free I'll give it a try"

So the weekend before we left for London I told my wife I'd been given a 'sample pack' of Viagra by my doctor, which immediately had her asking: "What's wrong with you?" Nothing, I assured her. "Then why would you need Viagra?" she said, continuing her interrogation. So I told her how gay men were taking it because it made their dicks rock hard, and they stayed hard for hours, and it was all meant to be quite good as a sex enhancer and since the Doc was offering free candy I thought I'd take some.

Satisfied that it was no longer about her not being woman enough to arouse me, and was instead about her getting some rock hard cock, her demeanor changed immediately. Suddenly she was very interested and now it was I who was wondering WTF? Honestly, it was clear that the idea of getting to ride some big fat stiff never-softening dick held great appeal to her - to the point I was wondering if I wasn't enough for her now?! I'd noticed no change in my erections but now I was questioning myself. Was I not fucking her forcefully enough? Was she wanting something bigger? Had she had something better recently to compare my 50 y.o. dick with?

It all got really weird, really fast. I suddenly knew how Varsity guys feel when the cougars turn up at a bar.

I needn't have worried because by the time we had gone to bed my wife had switched into 'just wait until we get to London, we can have lot's of sex then" mode. My wife is a big believer in 'vacation sex' but to be honest in recent years that has really tailed off, possibly because we nearly always take our daughter with us. As it transpired we only had sex twice in the two weeks we were in London. Once was just a quickie (I didn't post about it) but the second time Anal - Did I finally get it right? ~ Part Two was fantastic.

Which brings us all the way around and back to Friday night, two days ago...

"Feeling horny?" she asked, knowing full well there was something pressing against her hip.

"Hell yeah, " I replied, honestly. 

"Hmmmm, well maybe tomorrow night then?" said my wife, seriously "I'm kinda tired... how about tomorrow night you take that little blue pill and we see if it works?"

"What do you mean 'if it works'?" I replied.

"Well," she continued "what I was thinking was that you could take one of those blue pills you mentioned, and we could really make a night of it tomorrow... You know, let's see if it gives you a big hard cock and makes the sex better..."

Wow, it had been over a month since I'd mentioned the 'free samples' but clearly she'd filed it away in her brain. There was something about the way she said 'let's see if it gives you a big hard cock and makes the sex better' that had me worried. So she did think the sex could be better? - and she had thought about wanting to try a bigger cock? But whilst my brain was going into a tailspin and my self esteem went into a nose dive... my cock had no such issues. It remained rock hard and pressed against her thigh.

"What's that?" she asked. I said nothing. She reached over and grabbed my dick, holding it and feeling it's length.

"Hmmmm, that feels like quite a good erection" she mused to herself. It was a definite hmmmm, not a mmmmm. Again, my brain screamed WTF?! as I wondered where this sudden fascination with cock size came from. Sure, I suppose she may have thought about it before but she sure as hell had never articulated it before. Not out loud, to me. My cock however gave no fucks. It hadn't had sex for over 3 weeks and now it was twitching and raring to go. Literally twitching.

"Hmmmmm" said my wife, as she started slowly pumping my throbbing dick.... There was a moment of silence, but then came the magic words: "Mmmmmmm..."

Saturday, October 29, 2016

OPP: Confessions of an Adulteress

So I stumbled onto this blog by a married woman calling herself Luna Moon, detailing her adventures as a serial cheater. She was a regular commenter on Ryan's blog and I found her comments and attitude fascinating.  She had also set up an Ashley Madison account (as well as on all the other similar sites) so she could cheat on her husband whom she admitted to still being in love with. But like many cheating wives her husband was now a comfortable old sedan and she was wanting something a little more exciting to ride.

This is not Lunar Moon, but it is how I pictured her
when she met Drake in the carpark for the first time
I've only read the first year of her blogging (there are many more years but I haven't got to them yet) but what I find so fascinating is that she and all her fellow Cheating Wife Bloggers (yes, there's a whole community of them on the sex blogosphere) are wholly unrepentant about what they are doing. They have an itch that needs scratching, an itch that their husband can't scratch, and so they go out and find that relief elsewhere. Sure, a few of them have 'bad' husbands but by and large the majority don't. They 'love' their husbands but they're bored/unfulfilled and they seek out someone else who can 'make them feel alive again'.

Reading their blogs I can't help but imagine my wife fits their type to a 'T' and it scares the bejeebus out of me. When they talk about meeting their lovers at various times of the day, sneaking out in the evening for fleeting moments, and all the lies they tell to cover their tracks... well, I can totally substitute my wife into their narrative. My wife is always meeting people in town (scheduling various appointments so she is gone for 4-6 hours), going to important dinners with important people that I'm not invited to, getting last minute coffee dates with girlfriends, postponing last minute coffee dates because something has come up and they can't meet as scheduled, etc etc.

Yes, it all makes my wife look highly suspicious.

Combine that with the infrequent sex we have, despite her always presenting herself as very hot, and I can't help but think: maybe someone else is getting what I'm not?

Anyway, here's a few key excerpts from Luna Moon's blog that caught my attention. My responses are in italic.

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Sunday, September 18, 2011 ~ In the Beginning...

Ashley Madison is much kinder to women than men...so to speak. Women are inundated with messages and chat requests - men are willing to pay the premium prices to communicate in the hopes that one... one! ...will respond to a flirtatious message or a silly poem. I met Drake through chat. In your profile there are silly little boxes that you check to indicate your sexual preferences and desires. One of the boxes I had checked was "curious - submission." Apparently, this caught Drake's attention, so he sent me a chat request and I accepted.

I received an email detailing what, specifically, he wanted to do to me. It was quite graphic and involved his desire to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with a woman. It didn't surprise me that he had held back...many women probably would have turned and run. I didn't...I was pleasantly aroused and intrigued. In return, he was impressed by my desire to know more.


This is just part of what she said, so click the link for all of it. This post (her first) resonated with me because my wife reads a lot of erotic fiction that involves forced submission, rape fantasies, and women being dominated to become willing sex slaves/hot sluts. I have discussed these with her in broad terms but she is insistent that she has no desire to try that IRL and they're just silly/hot stories. 

I am reconciled to the idea that she does not want to explore those fantasies with me because she can't see me as one who could dominate her in bed. She just doesn't see me that way. My fears are based on what might happen if she does meet someone who fires that spark within her? I've seen it a hundred times before in the blogosphere: a woman who never though she'd cheat 'falls under the spell' of a dynamic man who gets her to do things, nasty things, that she's never done or dreamed of before. 

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Monday, September 19, 2011 ~ Joining Ashley Madison...

I was not new to Ashley Madison. I had met numerous men on AM and then decided I needed therapy. My therapist told me to sever all ties with them. So I did. I am not sure why I felt the need to go back to AM. I was looking for passion and excitement--which I wasn't getting from my husband. When you've been married for over twenty years, it's easy to see that side of your life go down the toilet... [more

That last line is the gut kicker. We've been married 20+ years. My wife could have written this. I don't know if she's having an affair or has had one in the past, but some days it's sure felt like it.

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Monday, September 19, 2011 ~ The First Meeting

We had barely known each other a week when we decided to meet. I worked half days on Fridays and his work schedule was flexible, so Friday was the perfect day. He told me how to dress: skirt and top, no bra and no panties. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. When my workday finally ended, I went to the restroom and slipped off my bra and panties.

I drove to the mall with a feeling of excitement and lust. I liked the way he took control. I knew what I was doing was crazy... but I was doing it anyway... He walked very purposely over to my SUV and gestured for me to open the door. He ordered me to pull up my skirt. He fondled me for a few moments and then moved his hand down the front of my shirt and began twisting my nipples. I moaned softly. We hadn't even said hello... [more]


Luna Moon is a great writer and it's a hot post ... but ... wow. Where the fuck do I meet women like this? Why can't my wife be like this? What if she's like this with someone else? WTF - why not with me?

And so the downward spiral into my own despair continues. 

Trust me, I have tried to do this stuff with my wife but she just won't play. She (seemingly) prefers to read it, not do it.

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OPP = Other People's Posts

Friday, October 28, 2016

Fetish Friday: Uniforms ~ Part Two

In my previous post I pointed out that Fetish does not mean whips, chains, and leather - that's BDSM. One 'entry level' fetish/turn on is Uniforms. Women love a man in a suit or military uniform; and men... well, they love a woman in any uniform - as long as it's sexy!

Here's a few more Uniforms you might want to wear for Halloween this year. Some simple costume ideas for the evening, and you can adapt them later for some midnight fun!!

If your partner has a uniform fetish this is perfect!
This is also perfect*, but... you'll need a big military
overcoat (which you can take off in the bedroom)
if your partner is a Sci Fi geek as well as a Fetishist then 
this will just rock their world this Halloween!









(Fetish Friday: Uniforms ~ Part One is here)

*Update: more perfect is a cap without Nazi insignia. It is distasteful and offensive to many people.

Fetish Friday ~ Uniforms

These may seem extremely mild if you think Fetish = BDSM but fetish means much more than that. A fetish is an object you need in require to be sexually aroused ie feet, used panties, latex gloves, etc etc. If you can cum without it the item is not truly a fetish - although for some it's likely a very strong preference that dictates your turn ons. One 'entry level' fetish/turn on is Uniforms. Women love a man in a suit or military uniform; and men... well, they love a woman in any uniform - as long as it's sexy!

Here's a few Uniforms you might want to wear for Halloween this year. Some simple costume ideas for the evening, and you can adapt them later for some midnight fun!!

the French Maid is an easy one for the ladies (overcoat required until you're inside)
a Superhero costume is an easy one for the guys (no overcoat unless you're packing oversize dick)
The Playboy Bunny is always popular but you'll need an overcoat if you're hitting the street



And just to remind you this is Fetish Friday... how about a PVC Spidergirl?

(Fetish Friday: Uniforms ~ Part Two will be posted in 6 hours!)



Thursday, October 27, 2016

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

“Why do all old statues have such small penises?”

I happened upon this great article on How To Talk About Art History. “Why do all old statues have such small penises?”. Click this link and read the full story, but meanwhile here are a few excerpts:
There are two main reasons why ancient Greek statues have small penises 
Firstly, they’re flaccid. If you compare their size to most flaccid male penises, they are actually not significantly smaller than real-life penises tend to be. 
Secondly, cultural values about male beauty were completely different back then. Today, big penises are seen as valuable and manly, but back then, most evidence points to the fact that small penises were considered better than big ones. 
All representations of large penises in ancient Greek art and literature are associated with foolish, lustful men, or the animal-like satyrs. Meanwhile, the ideal Greek man was rational, intellectual and authoritative. He may still have had a lot of sex, but this was unrelated to his penis size, and his small penis allowed him to remain coolly logical. There are actually quite a few ancient Greek sculptures that have enormous penises. Here’s one:
Greek statue of a satyr, Athens Archeological Museum
Here’s another:
A Greek Terracotta figure of Priapus, © Christie’s 2015

That is the end of the excerpt but there is much much more to be found in the full article (link). 

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

TMI Tuesday: Oct 25, 2016 ~ How’s it going – you know, your relationship?

Get real. Spill. It’s TMI Tuesday!

This photo is off center (I tend to favor symmetrical images) which makes it perfect for this post

1. How did you realize an important relationship (romantic, friendship, business) was over? What was the pivotal moment or statement?
~ There comes a time when you realize "this aint working anymore", when you realize you'd rather be doing other things. Better yet, you realize you should be doing other things because what's happening right now isn't good for you.
On the lighter side, in High School I once broke up with a girl because I couldn't stand her incessant talking. We used to make out all the time, but the day came when I realized we were just making out all the time so I could shut her up! She had to go...

2. Relationship strategy–do you have one? Share.
~ I've been with my wife 20+ years. My strategy seems to be 'hang in there, come what may'. My wife has kind of recognised this, and very occasionally says "I don't know why you put up with me" or "I'm so lucky you stuck it out" when discussing some previous period/ episode in her life.

3. Name two things you appreciate about your current relationship. Why are these things significant? (If not currently in a relationship, feel free to refer to your best relationship)
~ 1. I appreciate that my wife does love me, even if she doesn't want to have sex with me all the time. This is significant because it keeps hope alive!
~ 2. I appreciate that my daughter, who despite her current status as 'terrible teen', is a fantastic person and I both like her and love her dearly. This is significant because some parents become estranged from their kids, and I'm both hopeful and confident that this won't happen to us.

4. In your relationship, do you compromise:
a. a little
b. never – I usually get my way

c. too much, it helps keep the peace
~ ^^^ I have become my father! ^^^

5. If you went to couple’s therapy, which of these are you most likely to have a need to discuss:

a. My significant other feels more like a roommate.
b. Sex is uncomfortable.
c. My partner doesn’t know what I like in bed.

d. “Forget sex! We barely touch.”
~ see also: 6 Things Men Complain About In Marriage Counselling

Bonus: Below is a list of extreme sports. You must pick one sport to try. Why would you do that sport?
1. skydiving
2. volcano diving
3. zip-lining through a jungle
4. bungee jumping
~ I've already done #3 & #4 but I'd like to do #1. The reason I haven't already, seriously, is because I want my daughter to be older in case anything goes wrong. I know the odds of me plummeting to my death are infinitesimal but better safe than sorry. But once she turns 18....!

Double Bonus: In yesterday's post Left alone for five days... what's a boy to do? I said:
But she did 'like' two of my Facebook posts (my real profile, not the Nero one). So basically I've been on my own the whole time.
This morning I woke up to find myself locked out of the Nero account by Facebook, unless I provided a phone number to prove I wasn't a fake account. So... be aware that those Facebook bots are pretty thorough now. They go through everything you post and can recognise words like 'my real profile'. The problem in my case was that at the weekend I started using a third party app to automatically cross post these blog posts to Facebook. That was a mistake, a big mistake. (The x-rated photo probably didn't help - maybe that's what triggered an alert?)

Triple Bonus: I've used that same third party app to automatically cross post my Instagram posts to this blog. Since I post at random times please excuse random images popping up here. They come with the Instagram hash tags in the post title (on this blog) which looks kinda stupid here, but hopefully you'll enjoy the pictures. (If only because I'm such a white middle class male cliche!)

Also: I've changed the widths on the template for this blog. Hopefully that makes it easier to read but if it doesn't or is causing problems please let me know. I tend to read blogs on my laptop, but if you read them on phones or tablets then maybe it's a problem? Hopefully not. (The font looks small to me now, but that could be my eyesight!)

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, October 24, 2016

Left alone for five days... what's a boy to do?

[Update 12/20/2016: As explained in The Bloggers NSFW dilemma I have changed the original gif image in this post to something else. The one below is similar but less in your face - you can see the original image here]

Firstly I should clarify: my wife left for a conference last Thursday morning but I wasn't home alone - I had my 14 y.o. daughter to look after. But given that's she's fourteen and is at that age where she only wants to be left alone so she can hide in her cave bedroom and hang out online with all her friends (both real world and internet) I was pretty much on my own for the duration.

And if I'm going to 'clarify' I suppose I should go the whole hog: we were supposed to go to the conference together but on the night before we were due to leave my wife's sister had a car accident so my wife cancelled and flew instead to see her sister. Who just happens to live in a swinging town (and also my wife has a few friends there). But just because my wife's sister's accident wasn't life threatening, and my wife decided to book a hotel room in the city, and stay for 5 days... doesn't mean my wife was flying to meet her lover for an illicit long weekend. No, don't get paranoid Nero!

Seriously, the accident was real (but not life threatening) so I don't think my wife was up to any mischief. Or planning any... (but let's see what I can find when she gets home with her devices). It's Sunday afternoon now (as I write) and my wife has only called me once ("my sister is okay!") and texted me twice (both times about our daughter). But she did 'like' two of my Facebook posts (my real profile, not the Nero one). So basically I've been on my own the whole time.

OMFG - the internet is full of images of men jerking off! Who knew?
(until now I've only seen the women doing it online - honest! )
The other factoid you need to know is that we did not have sex the weekend before she left last Thursday (or any time in between, or prior) because at that stage we were both going to the four day conference and my wife often does this crazy thing where she likes to 'wait until we're in the hotel suite'. Yeah, dumb, I know! "Why can't have we sex this weekend and when we get to the hotel in a few days time?" is a question I don't even bother to ask any more.

So given that I hadn't had sex for more than two weeks before my wife flew out early on Thursday morning, can you guess what was the first thing I did after my daughter left for school?

Yup, I fired up the laptop, found some porn, and jerked off.

Normally I'd share with you what got me off in a post tagged TPGMO (This Porn Got Me Off) but quite frankly it was nothing to write home about. It didn't matter though because my dick was hard as soon as I loosened my pants, and when I came it was #*$%ing fantastic. Have you ever been so horny that when you finally do cum it feels like your whole body has exploded, and you cum an absolute gusher? Yeah, it was one of those. There was cum spurting everywhere, and lots of it.

I almost felt bad for my wife, who would have loved to have seen that, but then I figured it was her fault I had such blue balls anyway, so #*$% her. Was 9am too early to be masturbating? HELL NO!! And the same logic applied at lunchtime when I figured another round was in order. I don't know about you, but when I've gone without sex I always want more, even after I do finally get some. It's like those people who try dieting by not eating bad stuff but as soon as they eat one Pringle they can't stop and the whole tube is finished within minutes. And then you're looking in the cupboard for the Doritos.

So just after 3pm I was looking at the clock and thinking that it really wouldn't be too long before my daughter got home from school, and since I had cum twice already today if I was going to do it again (y'know, to flush it all out of my system, because I still had some residual horniness left and that wasn't good) I should probably get started now because it would probably take longer this time. So I did.

It wasn't as good as the first one, but they never are - are they? But it still felt #*$%ing good. It felt like freedom. Freedom from having my sexual release, my sexual pleasure, determined by my wife. She doesn't want to have sex with me unless she wants to have sex with me, and she doesn't want me to masturbate unless she's doing the same (because she doesn't want penetrative sex, but she's horny). And like any slave, once I got a taste of freedom I wanted more. Just before midnite (while my daughter was asleep) I masturbated for a fourth time.

Four times in one day - it was like I was a teenager again!

I only jacked off twice on Friday, but on Saturday morning my daughter went to friends house for a sleep over so as you can imagine it became a bit of a PornFest. Or should that be a WankFest? Either way I kinda wore myself out so today is a rest day. As it will be tomorrow (today, if you're reading this) since my wife returns in the evening and god forbid she might be horny herself and expect me to fuck her. Imagine if I couldn't perform because I'd wanked myself silly while she was gone?

Mind you, writing this post has reminded me of all the self pleasure I've enjoyed these past few days and I'm kinda hard again. Maybe I should 'relieve the pressure' again, now, quickly, lest I get super-horny tomorrow and can't stop myself? Maybe I should drain my balls of all that dirty cum right now, rather than risk having blue balls tomorrow and doing something silly - like jerking off an hour before my wife gets home because I can't take it any more?

Yeah, best I do it now, for the good of our marriage...


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PS - I might try my hand at erotic fiction for next Monday's post?!

Dolph Lundgren and Grace Jones #1983

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Riding Shotgun - Sexiest Cartoon Ever?

Not sure if it is (Robert Crumb anyone?) but it's fun and it's crazy...


Okay, so if you don't know who Robert Crumb is... Fritz the Cat was a 1972 animated film written and directed by Ralph Bakshi and based on the comic strip of the same name by Robert Crumb. The film was the first animated feature film to receive an X rating in the United States. It focuses on Fritz, a cat in mid-1960s New York City, who explores the ideals of hedonism and sociopolitical consciousness. The film is a satire focusing on American college life of the era, race relations, the free love movement, and left- and right-wing politics. Fritz the Cat is the most successful independent animated feature of all time, grossing over $100 million worldwide.


Saturday, October 22, 2016

Cops and White Middle Class Female Privilege

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous.
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 
(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "Last night on my way to the gym, I ran a red light on my bike at a major intersection in Brooklyn, effectively cutting off a cop car. Well, I didn't quite cut him off - I looked around, saw he was far enough that I could get through the intersection befo"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

Cops and White Middle Class Female Privilege

by Pervertically Virtuous
cyclist-running-over-stop-signLast night on my way to the gym, I ran a red light on my bike at a major intersection in Brooklyn, effectively cutting off a cop car.
Well, I didn't quite cut him off - I looked around, saw he was far enough that I could get through the intersection before he got to it - but he was the only car coming this way and I was the only person (on bike or foot) running that red light right in front of him.
By the time I realized it was a cop car, it was too late to stop.
A few seconds later I heard the siren. I knew it was for me.
I contemplated running from him trying to escape. I know people who've done that multiple times: With all the one way streets and busy traffic in NYC, cops often can't keep up with a bike. But we were in a part of Brooklyn I don't know that well and traffic was light that time of the night, so I decided to stop and try to talk my way out of it.
He pulled over next to me, rolling down the passenger window. It was a cute Latino guy in his early 30's, probably not very tall, fairly overweight.
"Do you know you ran a red light? Right in front of me?" he asked, visibly pissed. Understandably so. I would be too if I were him.
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, officer, I am running late, I was in a hurry." I tried to apologize.
He asked for my ID.  I realized that probably meant a ticket. So as I handed him my ID, I leaned closer to the window and started pleading not to write me a ticket.
He wasn't having any of it.
"Step back ma'am," he said coldly.
"But, officer, please..." I kept trying.
"Step back from my vehicle, ma'am," he ordered more sternly and started rolling up his window.
I obeyed. A few minutes passed as I watched him enter my info in the system. This was it, I thought, I was getting a ticket.
But I couldn't believe it was happening. I don't get tickets. I ALWAYS talk my way out of them. Like that one time I convinced the cops that my pupils were not constricted due to heroin (as they'd suggested), but because it was bright out (which was true; although me and everyone else in the car was rolling their asses off on ecstasy). Or that time I convinced the cop that I was parked in a disabled spot (which no one ever seemed to use) because as a foreigner I didn't realize the disabled sticker applied to the driver and not the car (who belonged to my disabled friend). Or that time I convinced the cop that we were wrapping up the party that my landlord called the cops on me for at 8 AM. Or that time I convinced the cop that I was lost (which was somewhat true) and he should therefore not only forgive me for speeding (50 mph in a 30 mph zone), but help me with directions. I could go on... The only time I didn't manage to talk my way out of a ticket (a noise violation) was a sweet, mellow guy was accompanied by an angry, bitchy female cop.
Was this the first time I was going to get a ticket by a guy?
For a second I thought about offering him a blowjob. I've always wanted to try that - bribe a law enforcement officer with a blowjob - but have never had the chance. This was definitely not the time nor place for it, though. I was on my bike on a very busy street, wearing workout clothes, all sweaty and red in the face after having biked 10 miles, with a dumb-looking bike helmet on my head. I am sure I did not look particularly attractive.
But I couldn't give up so easily. I had to try the pleading once more.
"How much is the ticket?" I asked him, despondent.
"I don't know, about $300," he said.
"$300?!" I exclaimed in horror, genuinely shocked. "Officer, I can't afford that. I'm a student."
"Well, you should've thought about that before running a red light," he responded, much softer now.
"I know, I'm really sorry, I was in a hurry..."
"Do you even realize you ran that light? You didn't even see me."
"I ..." I tried to defend myself.
"Let me finish," he interrupted me. He proceeded to chastise me with a (not entirely inappropriate) lecture on how I was being careless, breaking the law, endangering myself and others on the road, and complicating the co-existence of cars, bikes, and pedestrians.
He (understandably) needed to vent. When he was finished, I used my sweetest voice to say:
"You're right, officer, I know, I shouldn't have done it. But, I did see you, I really did. I looked both ways, you were the only car coming and I calculated that you were far enough, and I had enough time to cross before you even got to the intersection."
"How many times a day do you run red lights?" he asked, visibly calmer and almost amused now.
"I don't know..."
"You don't know?! So you do it all the time?" he responded, laughing.
"No, no. Look, I can't say I've never done it, but I pay attention. I don't do it when there are cars or pedestrians, I'm a really good cyclist, I promise, I've never hit anyone, I've never caused an accident... Please don't write me a ticket, sir, please, I really can't afford $300 right now, I'm just a student."
And with that, I had made my case.
He gave me back my ID.
"OK, I'm gonna let you go now, but I want you to stop at every red light. Even if there's no one coming. Your info is in the system, don't let me catch you again," he warned me. "If I do, I WILL write you a summons, I promise."
THANK YOU OFFICER!
I rode off, running my next red light only a few blocks later. It really makes no sense that bikes are expected to stop and stay stopped at red lights when there's no one around. Not in a city where pedestrian jaywalking is all but legal. And not when in Idaho, IDAHO! the land of reason and progressive thinking, cyclists are allowed to treat stop signs as yield signs, and red lights as stop signs?
I know, sooner or later, I am going to have to pay those $300.
In the meantime, I'm grateful to the Universe I was born white, attractive, middle class female.
Pervertically Virtuous | October 22, 2013 at 10:58 am |

Friday, October 21, 2016

Fetish Friday ~ See Through Mesh, Black leather, and Fishnets

Another Fetish Friday pic from Nero's Fantasy File! 

Oh, how I love see-thru mesh - so so sexy! If I came home and found her waiting in my kitchen I'd be a puddle on the floor in no time! I found this image on Facebook, which is why her nipples are covered. I don't think those are maple leaves because she's German, not Canadian.
And don't you love the mask?

Outfit by Kinky-a-Fair / Noir Hotcandy on Facebook

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Don’t You Miss BDSM? ~ PART 2

Here are some of the original replies made to Don’t You Miss BDSM? on Pervertically Virtuous' original blog (not mine) that I republished on Monday. Her original post got such a reaction I felt I should also publish some of those responses.


Pervertically Virtuous in response to Nero:
You mentioned a couple of things that resonated with me, namely “need for novelty/diversity” and “non-specific arousability”. I’ve long suspected my wife shares those traits, although not to the extent you do. (Then again, who knows what lurks in the deep recesses of her mind?) As readers of my blog will know, I spend a [...]
Yes, I think novelty is important for a lot of people (for some more than others), and non-specific arousability is more typical for women than men. So I’m sure your wife shares those to some extent. Getting her to initiate and articulate her desires is a whole different thing. It’s a problem that plagues many marriages it seems.

I wish I could figure out how to bottle “Essence of PV”, but don’t know what else to do other than write about who I am and how I live my life, hoping that someone out there will get inspired to get in better touch with their sexuality…


Pervertically Virtuous in response to jplr:
High sex drive, high need for novelty, high need for diversity and non-specific arousability. In your opinion, are these traits correlated? Is it possible to have an high sex drive and low need of novelty? Are some combinations more common? Are they differences between the men (and women) you meet in your “open” circles?

High sex drive and high novelty (what they call sexual sensation seeking) are certainly correlated, so chances are if you’re high on one, you’re high on the other, and vice versa. But the correlation is far from perfect. There are people who have a sex drive, but they prefer to express that with one partner; and there are people who need sexual novelty, but don’t want it all the time (perhaps Nero’s wife falls into this category).

Non-specific arousability is not necessarily correlated with the other two. Most, for example, are fairly category-specific in their arousal patterns (they have a specific set of things they find attractive/arousing), yet they’re often high on sex drive and novelty. Women are often non-category specific, yet low on sex drive and novelty.

In the open circles, I think most men and women fall into the high sex drive/high need for novelty category, with men more category specific, and women more fluid.

DISCLAIMER: This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous.

In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 


(FYI: some links in this post are dead)









Tuesday, October 18, 2016

TMI Tuesday: October 18, 2016 ~ Let's Talk About Sex

Hello world! Guess what we are talking about this week at TMI Tuesday?




1. Good sex can be _____ .
~ Anything that is sexually fulfilling ie it leaves me feeling happy. While an orgasm is preferable it isn't mandatory (although it's rare for me not to). 

2. Let’s talk about sex baby, let’s talk about _____ .
~ you and me. That's how the song goes, right? My wife and I don't talk about sex because it makes her uncomfortable. She says we should just do it and not overthink it. Which is not good for me because I am full of self doubt about what she actually wants (sexually) now. What she likes one time she doesn't like the next time, etc and yet she give no cues, hints, or comments as to what she wants.
If she doesn't want to talk about it then it must be because she doesn't want to hurt my feelings by admitting she wants a man with a better body and a bigger cock, right? Or maybe... a woman?

3. _____ is all about putting pleasure back into sex.
~ That I don't know how to answer this question probably says something about me and what I know about putting pleasure back into sex, right? No wonder my wife doesn't want to discuss it - I'm clueless! I look forward to seeing how other TMI'er answer - is it viagra? flavored condoms? Hitachi vibrators? hot tubbing naked with your neighbors? anal fisting? C'mon, tell me!!!

4. Excessive use of pornography can distort expectations of what sex in real life should or could be like.
a. True
b. False
~ Absolutely true. The first rule of advertising is "Repetition sells" ie keep bombarding the consumer with the same message and it will cement itself in their brain. And so it goes with porn - if you keep watching women getting off while being choked and slapped it won't be long before you think maybe you should try choking or slapping your partner. That's how anal sex became so popular.

5. ____ boosts my sexual performance. ____ boosts my sexual enjoyment.
 ~ Her lust boosts my sexual performance. Her pleasure boosts my sexual enjoyment.
By which I mean if my wife is 'in the zone' and truly getting off it really ramps up both my performance and the pleasure I get from sex. If my wife is passive and seemingly just performing 'her wifely duties' then I'm left feeling deflated and (later) sad.

Bonus: What is the last way that you experienced sexual pleasure?
~ Masturbation. Because my wife only gets horny when her period is due ie once a month. Or when she's drunk too much wine*, so maybe twice a month. 
(*Not to be confused with way too much wine, in which case she just wants to sleep)

Double BonusSince I've mentioned anal, check out Anal - Did I finally get it right? and it's guilty sequel Donald Trump & Me 



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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, October 17, 2016

Don’t You Miss BDSM?

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright to this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: all links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: ""Don't you miss BDSM?" asked one of my male Dom friends the other day. When I first started this blog 7 months ago, I had a live-in slave, I did a lot of D/s play, and many (most?) of the entries were BDSM-related. Now that slave-boy moved to Europe, and"

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

Don't You Miss BDSM?

by Pervertically Virtuous
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"Don't you miss BDSM?" asked one of my male Dom friends the other day.
When I first started this blog 7 months ago, I had a live-in slave, I did a lot of D/s play, and many (most?) of the entries were BDSM-related. Now that slave-boy moved to Europe, and I've been mostly focused on other sexual activities (like casual and group sex), I haven't done any D/s for over four months. My new readers probably don't even know I had a slave for 18 months, or that I am into BDSM at all!
So, do I miss BDSM?
No, not really.
I miss slave-boy and his service to me, but not BDSM play per se.
Not yet, at least.
See, I AM into BDSM - and into some really heavy BDSM at that - but it is not my primary sexual orientation, the way it is for many of the people in the kink lifestyle. For me, BDSM has never been a lifelong yearning, a burning desire or need that arises in me independently of my surroundings and demands to be satisfied. For me, BDSM is an extension of my highly active and extremely polymorphous sexuality, it is only one of the many other ways in which I express, experiment with, and enjoy my sexuality. Of course, given my fairly dominant personality, if I am to engage in BDSM, then I'm obviously going to be the Top, but it is not something I need to do with all my partners. It is something that I like to do when I have the right partner/s to do it with, and something that I can easily go without for a while when there are no suitable partners or when there are other things vying for my attention.
There have been only three constants in my sexual life and interests:
1. High sex drive
I have always wanted a lot of sex, thought about sex a lot, masturbated, sought out partnered sex, engaged in a lot of sex.
2. High need for novelty/diversity
I have always been driven by new and different sexual partners, experiences, activities.
3. High fluidity/non-specific arousability
I seem to be able to "get into" (i.e., become psychologically and physiologically aroused by) pretty much any kind of sexual act. It all depends on the circumstances, the connection with the partners, my mood, etc.
Because of my high need for novelty, the amount of time that has elapsed between the last time I've done something also plays a role. During the 18 months of having my slave, I was heavily focused on BDSM play, both with him and with other partners (other subs, professional clients, random play partners at fetish parties), at the expense of other kinds of play that I like engaging in - casual sex with new partners, orgies, swinging with my husband, gangbangs, women, t-girls... Now that my thirst for BDSM has been quenched (at least temporarily), it is those other things I'm craving more. Once I've been doing those things for a while, I'll probably start craving BDSM again.
And the cycle will keep repeating itself. Until the day I die. (Or get so old, wrinkly, and ugly that no one will want to sleep with me anymore. *Shudders*).
Pervertically Virtuous | October 18, 2013 at 11:38 am |