Tuesday, January 31, 2017

TMI Tuesday – January 31, 2017 ~ Let’s travel down memory lane.

Warning: Don't be fooled - a totally NSFW pic is coming if you keep scrolling down...

Home:
1. Your current home: House? Apartment? Trailer? Condo? Other?

~ House. I've also lived in a high rise city apartment, which was fun.
2. Which is bigger, your childhood home or your current home?
~ My current home is probably three times the size of my childhood home.
3. Which is better, childhood home or current home? Why?
~ My current home. We have a pool and a movie room and ... well, that's all that's better really.

School:
4. What was your favorite subject in school? (consider high school, college, grad school). Why was this your favorite subject?

~ Moving from an all boys Middle School (Catholic) to a co-ed High School (Secular) was the best thing ever. I don't even remember the subjects - all I cared about was GIRLS! 
5. Are you currently working in a field that you studied in college?
~ No. But my time in College Radio led me into the entertainment industry.

Job:
6. Describe your first job.
~ Night manager at an Airport Hotel. I would get very tired and sometimes forget to give guests their 5am wake up call. Not good if you had a flight to catch (this was in the days before automation and smart phones). Once I got the foreign exchange rate around the wrong way and gave a guest double the money what he should have got. He checked out and moved to a swankier hotel next door. Bad move, since my boss tracked him down there and demanded the money back.
7. What was your favorite job and why?
~ Working in the entertainment industry. I got to meet a lot of famous/semi-famous/famous-for-15-minutes people I wouldn't have met otherwise.

Bonus: What haven’t we talked about in TMI Tuesday that you would like to discuss?
~ I've looked way way back at some of the TMI Tuesday posts from many years ago and I notice they were more sex-orientated. I'm not sure if you're moving towards appealing to more mainstream bloggers or just can't think of any new questions? Maybe you could ask/repeat questions from years gone past? Or maybe you've heard all by now? Ha Ha!

Double Bonus: This was a photo (and caption) I was going to use for yesterday's post MM - Have you ever masturbated to your own blog?. (It's an important question fellow sex bloggers, so please click the link and answer!)


What is it about men that...
it doesn't matter how fine the pussy is, they still wanna tap that asshole?

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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, January 30, 2017

MM - Have you ever masturbated to your own blog?

By which I mean your own blog got you so aroused you couldn't help yourself so you started masturbating? I don't mean erotic images or videos (although if they're of you and your partner[s] going at it I wouldn't blame you) but of stuff you wrote about yourself. I often get aroused when typing out the story of a sexual escapade, but only once have I had to stop and 'alleviate' the 'problem'.

Only once, until last Thursday that is, when I once again found myself needing to stop and jack off before I could finish typing up the story. 

In my own defence: I tend to write the story in my head first, and my fingers can't type as fast as I can recount in my memory what happened so... erections ensue. Does that happen to any other sex bloggers? Is it 'normal' or am I a vain narcissist? I don't think I am, but when I remember what I did with my wife...

So, last Thursday I got so excited I had to break the story into two parts, because I knew I couldn't finish the whole thing in time for my self imposed deadline of publishing each post at lunchtime. I got the first half up by lunch time and the second half up by dinner (assuming you have an early dinner). Anyway here's the story again (because I know you're too lazy to click two links, and gawd forbid I should lose a reader), in one complete part (and edited for length):

We got home about 9pm and by 9.30pm I was lying naked on our bed waiting for my wife to join me. When she saw me she said "Oh!" and then giggled. She asked rhetorically if there was something I wanted? "Yes" I replied, without specifying what it was. But I knew what I wanted... 
She leaned over and started kissing the top of my throbbing cock. It stiffened further in her hand, turning to concrete to which she commented: "mmmm, it's so hard!" Moving around she positioned herself between my legs and started blowing me. Literally. She was blowing softly on my cock, before finally swallowing me whole - deep throating me in one fell swoop. She started slurping on my dick and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my load into her mouth... so I pulled her off me. 
This wasn't what I wanted. Not yet. 
"Rub your hair all over my balls" I instructed. She looked at me, confused. She'd just had it cut and styled that day. "Your hair looks so pretty, I want to feel it on my balls. Rub your hair all over my cock and balls..."   
Stop looking at the jiggling boobs and focus on the hair!
My wife got her hair cut like this (but not so cropped at the sides) and it's quite sexy...

I wouldn't call her submissive, but she was compliant. She dipped her head and started stroking my balls and inner thighs with her new hair do. It felt good and I started stroking my cock as she did. It wasn't long before I felt that familiar feeling in my balls and I knew I was again close to cumming. An image of me grabbing her by the hair, pulling her head up, and blasting her face with a bucket of cum filled my head. 
I guess in hindsight I should have just done it (splattered her face with a gallon of cum), but I didn't. Instead I told my wife to get up and sit on my face, because I wanted to taste her pussy. She scrambled up eagerly and slung her leg over my head, before squatting down on my face. We were in the 69 position. She grabbed my stiff prong with one hand and my balls with the other and then dropped down and started gobbling on my cock. 
Yes, gobbling on my cock. 
'Cock hungry slut' is not a term I'd ever use to describe my wife, but she was doing a good imitation of one now. I briefly wondered if she considered this her penance for leaving me with blue balls for so long - she was working so hard to make me cum - but I cast it from my mind as I focussed on the sight before me. My wife's beautiful cunt was inches from my face, and it smelled great. I grabbed both butt cheeks firmly and spread her wider, inhaling her scent deeply. 
Her aroma was intoxicating. 
My tongue danced like a feather around her pussy lips as I gripped her butt tightly, locking her into position as I continued to sniff her cunt all over. She groaned when my tongue finally found her clit (I knew where it was, I was just teasing her) and I began fucking her orally with long flat strokes. She tried pushing back onto me but I held her firmly in a steely grip. I held her ass tightly so it was my tongue fucking her, not her fucking my face. It drove her wild. My tongue darted around her wet pussy before settling back on her swollen clit. On it and around it, making her moan like a cat in heat. 
  
She'd pretty much stopped sucking my cock now, unable to focus on anything but the building climax I could tell was coming soon. Her back arched suddenly and I knew this was it. Again she was trying to push back on my face and again I was pushing back just as hard with my hands to stop her. And all the while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Until she came, at which point I buried my face in her sopping cunt and swallowed her pussy juice. It has a delicious tang when she cums - you can actually taste the difference. 
She rolled off me and flopped down beside me, groaning. "Oh my god" she repeated slowly, "Oh my god". She clutched her stomach lightly and continued "Your tongue, oh my god, your tongue..." 
She just lay there for a minute or two, repeating herself, and praising my oral skills. She does this every time, as if she'd forgotten, as if it's a new revelation. It always puzzles me that she doesn't realise she could have these orgasms as often as she wants. But I digress.. 

"What about you?" she asked, as she finally pulled herself together and emerged from her orgasmic coma "what do you want?" 
"I dunno" I replied as I continued to jack my cock. I'd been pumping it since she'd rolled off me, like a pornstar waiting his turn at a gang bang. Even to me I could feel my cock was longer, fatter, and stiffer than usual. Absence makes the heart fonder, and the dick harder. I knew there was a big load coming, and I didn't want to waste it. 
"I can't decide if I want to cum on your face, on your ass, or..." those images literally flashed through my mind as I spoke, including an image of me cumming in her ass, which I didn't articulate "or... maybe on your pussy. I quite enjoyed that last time when I splattered your pussy with cum". The mental image of that time when I came outside her pussy and splattered it all over with a whole lot of cum was seared into my brain. It was so hot
My wife misunderstood what I was referring to and took my words to mean I wanted to come in her pussy. She got up and straddled me cowgirl style, sliding her wet folds up and down my hard cock. She stroked her clit with my meat for a while, before lifting up and impaling herself on me. She started to ride me, bouncing up and down to a steady gallop, as I closed my eyes and laid back. As her pace quickened I felt her lean forward, a sure sign she was ready to cum again. 
I reached around and grabbed her butt hard with one hand, and reached up with the other to grab her tit. I held it firmly, squeezing it and her stiff nipple at the same time. I twisted her breast and nipple ever so slightly, and slapped her butt at the same time. She started riding me harder, so I did it again, harder. She moaned. I squeezed her tit hard and attempted to press it back into her body, gripping her butt cheek just as firmly. And then smacking it. 
Her eyes and teeth were clenched shut and her chin jutted out as she leaned in hard in that final race to the finish line. She was cumming again. 
Or maybe not. 
She stopped suddenly, sat up, and then hopped off me. Swivelling herself around she returned to my dick in the reverse cowgirl position. Now facing away from me she resumed her canter on my cock with a lighter bounce as she played with her clit and my balls. Again she stooped over, leaning down as she frigged her clit while I shafted her from behind. 
That rosebud looks soooo tempting!
 As I thrust my cock up and in I spied her asshole and the earlier image of me fucking her there again filled my head. My mind went thru the logistics of achieving that but computer says no. She was clearly very horny and close to another orgasm so to stop and change to a position I could fuck her ass from (and nevermind the quick negotiation to get her to agree to an ass fuck) would have killed the moment. 
So instead I wet my thumb and rolled it over her asshole, before moving to her perineum. I've read that women like that (having their perineum stimulated) but my wife has never said yea or nea. On the downstroke I dropped my thumb down and on the upstroke I slipped my thumb and cock up together. I wondered how she would like a little 'extra' girth and... she loved it. 
Not really. After a few strokes she reached back to swat away my hand so I pulled my thumb out and abandoned that idea. Instead I gripped her hips and started thrusting up harder as she bounced faster and frigged herself. The thumb hadn't phased her (it's good to try new things, right?) and she was right back in the zone. I could tell she was about to cum, and she did, just as I thought it. 
Again she rolled over and slumped on the bed beside me. "Your turn," she offered up "just fuck me and cum in me." I attempted to pull her up onto all fours so I could fuck her from behind, doggy style but she was dead weight. She was completely shagged, as the British say. Like a dog that won't go 'walkies' she rolled onto her back and lay there with her legs and arms splayed out. Her whole body was saying 'just fuck me'. 
I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. If I couldn't fuck her doggy style I would do it this way - standing up and plunging down. I spread her legs wide and entered her tight wet pussy. I slid in easily and immediately started pounding her. Almost as quickly my wife was back in the zone: she grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs back, allowing me deeper access. Her face was flushed and the vein started popping in her neck. 

"Fuck me" she said, urging me on. "Just fuck me, use my hole, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my hole, my dirty hole, oh my dirty hole, fuck me good, cum in me, cum in my dirty hole..." 
I've tagged this post with 'dirty talk' but it wasn't dirty talk. Okay, sure, it was dirty talk but she wasn't talking dirty to get me off. She was literally in the zone again and just wanted me to fuck her good and fill her dirty hole with cum. She kept repeating it and I could see it in her face. Her eyes were shut, her teeth clenched, and she was hissing these words out again and again as she headed for a third orgasm. Her face, neck, and shoulders were deeply flushed and her neck vein was throbbing. 
Maybe she was talking dirty to get me off but it didn't matter, I was ready. I pounded her relentlessly until I couldn't escape the inevitable: my balls closed up as tight as the fists holding me above her and I exploded into her cunt. "I'm cumming" I said redundantly, as I flooded her pussy with my hot jism. Her back arched and her mouth opened as she grabbed my butt and pulled me in deeper. She could have just been cheering me on but I think she came too as she cried out "yes! yes!! yes!!!
All in all it was a tremendous fuck, and we both fell asleep afterwards almost immediately. Honestly, for the life of me I can't understand why my wife is so reluctant to have sex with me more often. After episodes like this one you'd surely want more, right? 
My wife is inscrutable.

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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Sinful Sunday

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via Instagram

This is my Sunday Art Club post, not my entry into the Sinful Sunday meme. As you will see, this image does not meet their rules - yes, I do think it's erotic (my Catholic School upbringing maybe?) but no, I did not take the image myself. And shame on me too for not having the name of the artist for a Sunday Art Club post.

#sinfulsunday #madonna

Friday, January 27, 2017

Thursday, January 26, 2017

69 Is Fine ~ Part 2 (Final)

[Continued from Part 1] 

I told my wife to get up and sit on my face, because I wanted to taste her pussy. She scrambled up eagerly and slung her leg over my head, before squatting down on my face. We were in the 69 position. She grabbed my stiff prong with one hand and my balls with the other and then dropped down and started gobbling on my cock.
Yes, gobbling on my cock.

'Cock hungry slut' is not a term I'd ever use to describe my wife, but she was doing a good imitation of one now. I briefly wondered if she considered this her penance for leaving me with blue balls for so long - she was working so hard to make me cum - but I cast it from my mind as I focussed on the sight before me. My wife's beautiful cunt was inches from my face, and it smelled great. I grabbed both butt cheeks firmly and spread her wider, inhaling her scent deeply.

Her aroma was intoxicating.


My tongue danced like a feather around her pussy lips as I gripped her butt tightly, locking her into position as I continued to sniff her cunt all over. She groaned when my tongue finally found her clit (I knew where it was, I was just teasing her) and I began fucking her orally with long flat strokes. She tried pushing back onto me but I held her firmly in a steely grip. I held her ass tightly so it was my tongue fucking her, not her fucking my face. It drove her wild. My tongue darted around her wet pussy before settling back on her swollen clit. On it and around it, making her moan like a cat in heat.

She'd pretty much stopped sucking my cock now, unable to focus on anything but the building climax I could tell was coming soon. Her back arched suddenly and I knew this was it. Again she was trying to push back on my face and again I was pushing back just as hard with my hands to stop her. And all the while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Until she came, at which point I buried my face in her sopping cunt and swallowed her pussy juice. It has a delicious tang when she cums - you can actually taste the difference.

She rolled off me and flopped down beside me, groaning. "Oh my god" she repeated slowly, "Oh my god". She clutched her stomach lightly and continued "Your tongue, oh my god, your tongue..."

She just lay there for a minute or two, repeating herself, and praising my oral skills. She does this every time, as if she'd forgotten, as if it's a new revelation. It always puzzles me that she doesn't realise she could have these orgasms as often as she wants. But I digress..

"What about you?" she asked, as she finally pulled herself together and emerged from her orgasmic coma "what do you want?"

"I dunno" I replied as I continued to jack my cock. I'd been pumping it since she'd rolled off me, like a pornstar waiting his turn at a gang bang. Even to me I could feel my cock was longer, fatter, and stiffer than usual. Absence makes the heart fonder, and the dick harder. I knew there was a big load coming, and I didn't want to waste it.

"I can't decide if I want to cum on your face, on your ass, or..." those images literally flashed through my mind as I spoke, including an image of me cumming in her ass, which I didn't articulate "or... maybe on your pussy. I quite enjoyed that last time when I splattered your pussy with cum". The mental image of that time when I came outside her pussy and splattered it all over with a gallon of cum was seared into my brain. It was so hot.

My wife misunderstood what I was referring to and took my words to mean I wanted to come in her pussy. She got up and straddled me cowgirl style, sliding her wet folds up and down my hard cock. She stroked her clit with my meat for a while, before lifting up and impaling herself on me. She started to ride me, bouncing up and down to a steady gallop, as I closed my eyes and laid back. As her pace quickened I felt her lean forward, a sure sign she was ready to cum again.

I reached around and grabbed her butt hard with one hand, and reached up with the other to grab her tit. I held it firmly, squeezing it and her stiff nipple at the same time. I twisted her breast and nipple ever so slightly, and slapped her butt at the same time. She started riding me harder, so I did it again, harder. She moaned. I squeezed her tit hard and attempted to press it back into her body, gripping her butt cheek just as firmly. And then smacking it.

Her eyes and teeth were clenched shut and her chin jutted out as she leaned in hard in that final race to the finish line. She was cumming again.

Or maybe not.

She stopped suddenly, sat up, and then hopped off me. Swivelling herself around she returned to my dick in the reverse cowgirl position. Now facing away from me she resumed her canter on my cock with a lighter bounce as she played with her clit and my balls. Again she stooped over, leaning down as she frigged her clit while I shafted her from behind. As I thrust my cock up and in I spied her asshole and the earlier image of me fucking her there again filled my head. My mind went thru the logistics of achieving that but computer says no. She was clearly very horny and close to another orgasm so to stop and change to a position I could her ass from (nevermind the quick negotiation to have her agree to an ass fuck) would have killed the moment.

So instead I wet my thumb and rolled it over her asshole, before moving to her perineum. I've read that women like that (having their perineum stimulated) but my wife has never said yea or nea. On the downstroke I dropped my thumb down and on the upstroke I slipped my thumb and cock up together. I wondered how she would like a little 'extra' girth and she loved it.

Not really. After a few strokes she reached back to swat away my hand so I pulled my thumb out and abandoned that idea. Instead I gripped her hips and started thrusting up harder as she bounced faster and frigged herself. The thumb hadn't phased her (it's good to try new things, right?) and she was right back in the zone. I could tell she was about to cum, and she did, just as I thought it.

Again she rolled over and slumped on the bed beside me. "Your turn," she offered up "just fuck me and cum in me." I attempted to pull her up onto all fours so I could fuck her from behind, doggy style but she was dead weight. She was completely shagged, as the British say. Like a dog that won't go 'walkies' she rolled onto her back and lay there with her legs and arms splayed out. Her whole body was saying 'just fuck me'.

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. If I couldn't fuck her doggy style I would do it this way - standing up and plunging down. I spread her legs wide and entered her tight wet pussy. I slid in easily and immediately started pounding her. Almost as quickly my wife was back in the zone: she grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs back, allowing me deeper access. Her face was flushed and the vein started popping in her neck.

"Fuck me" she said, urging me on. "Just fuck me, use my hole, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my hole, my dirty hole, oh my dirty hole, fuck me good, cum in me, cum in my dirty hole..."

I've tagged this post with 'dirty talk' but it wasn't dirty talk. Okay, sure, it was dirty talk but she wasn't talking dirty to get me off. She was literally in the zone again and just wanted me to fuck her good and fill her dirty hole with cum. She kept repeating it and I could see it in her face. Her eyes were shut, her teeth clenched, and she was hissing these words out again and again as she headed for a third orgasm. Her face, neck, and shoulders were deeply flushed and her vein was throbbing.

Maybe she was talking dirty to get me off but it didn't matter, I was ready. I pounded her relentlessly until I couldn't escape the inevitable: my balls closed up as tight as the fists holding me above her and I exploded into her cunt. "I'm cumming" I said redundantly, as I flooded her pussy with my hot jism. Her back arched and her mouth opened as she grabbed my butt and pulled me in deeper. She could have just been cheering me on but I think she came too as she cried out "yes! yes!! yes!!!"

All in all it was a tremendous fuck, and we both fell asleep afterwards almost immediately. I woke up at midnight, wide awake, which gave me time to write this up. The memory was so hot I had to write it in two parts so I could stop and jerk off. Honestly, for the life of me I can't understand why my wife is so reluctant to have sex with me more often. After episodes like this one you'd surely want more, right?

My wife is inscrutable.

69 Is Fine

So my wife has been gone for a week on her overseas business trip and I'm climbing the walls because we didn't have sex before she left - in fact we haven't had sex since January 4th. So when she returned on Monday morning you couldn't really blame me for jumping on her as soon as I got her home from the airport, could you?

Except that's not what happened.

Stop looking at the jiggling boobs and focus on the hair!
My wife got her hair cut like this (but not so cropped at the sides) and it's quite sexy...

She arrived home to a family situation that had to be resolved so that's what we did. I suppose I could have been a caveman and jumped her bones first and then told her about it, but that wouldn't have been nice. Especially since I knew she'd been hungover the day before due to a long night in a whiskey bar the night before the night before she flew home. (Thanks to Facebook nothing is secret anymore, friends will always post shit about you)

So we didn't have sex on Monday night because she was very 'tired', and we didn't have sex on Tuesday because she got back on another plane and flew out of state for another client visit. So when she flew back Wednesday morning I let her Uber home because, well, I'm not actually her personal Uber driver, despite the jokes she makes when people ask what I do.

I suppose I could have been a caveman and jumped her bones at lunchtime but again I wasn't feeling it. She had a hair appointment at 1pm and 'drinks' marked in her calendar for 6pm so I figured I should play it smart and bide my time. Better to let 'drinks' do the foreplay for me, I figured. And I was right. At 3pm (when I picked her up from the hair salon - turns out I am her personal uber driver after all) she informed me that 'we' had been invited to an inner city bar at 6pm, so I was coming too.

It was her usual crowd, the gang from BNG, and it turned out they had put a tab on the bar so drinks were free. So I grabbed a few drinks and mingled with some people I knew who were not a part of BNG (it was a big bar), and it wasn't a bad night. Don't get me wrong, I also mingled with the BNG people too, but having seen them all at Xmas and New Years there wasn't much new to talk about. The bar had three bowling lanes, so I played a few 1-on-1 games (because that's how BNG'ers play) and smashed everyone, which thrilled my wife because BNG'ers are highly competitive people.

As she gleefully told everyone "he hasn't bowled for years" I knew I was going to get lucky.  And I did.

We got home about 9pm and by 9.30pm I was lying naked on our bed waiting for my wife to join me. When she saw me she said "Oh!" and then giggled. She asked rhetorically if there was something I wanted? "Yes" I replied, without specifying what it was. But I knew what I wanted...

She leaned over and started kissing the top of my throbbing cock. It stiffened further in her hand, turning to concrete (need I remind you how long it's been?) to which she commented: "mmmm, it's so hard!" Moving around she positioned herself between my legs and started blowing me. Literally. She was blowing softly on my cock, before finally swallowing me whole - deep throating me in one fell swoop. She started slurping on my dick and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my load into her mouth... so I pulled her off me.

This wasn't what I wanted. Not yet.

"Rub your hair all over my balls" I instructed. She looked at me, confused. "Your hair looks so pretty, I want to feel it on my balls. Rub your hair all over my cock and balls..."  I wouldn't call her submissive, but she was compliant. She dipped her head and started stroking my balls and inner thighs with her new hair do. It felt good and I started stroking my cock as she did. It wasn't long before I felt that familiar feeling in my balls and I knew I was again close to cumming. An image of me grabbing her by the hair, pulling her head up, and blasting her face with a bucket of cum filled my head.

[As I type this now my cock is so hard I've freed myself and I'm jerking off just re-living last night's sexscapade all over again]

I guess in hindsight I should have just done it (splattered her face with a gallon of cum), but I didn't. Instead I told my wife to get up and sit on my face, because I wanted to taste her pussy...

continued in Part 2, posted at 6pm tonight

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Happy Hump Day!


via Instagram

(Does anyone still say Hump Day anymore?)
Oh well, we're half way to the weekend so that's a good thing!
#oldmemes #humpwednesday #weekend #retro #pinup

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

TMI Tuesday: January 24, 2017 ~ Ask Yourself...

whether you earn a little or a lot, you've got learn how to
manage your money wisely, 
because a fool and their money are soon parted! 
1. At work, what sets you apart from others?
~ I am in the privileged position of not needing to work (even though I'm nowhere near retirement age) so I don't. This causes great upset at social events when people invariably ask "and what do you do?" to which I reply "nothing".  And when I explain that my wife sold her business for millions so we don't need to work, they invariably say "but you must do something?" to which I say "no, I don't"

2. When it comes to sex appeal, what sets you apart from others?
~ Women seem to like my smile, since it is seen so rarely. Also, when I'm talking with a woman I spend most of my time listening and looking directly at them (as I flirt) which they seem to respond to.

3. What are the big imbalances in your life?
~ My weight. I'm overweight (but not obese).

4. What is it that your family and close friends cannot do that only you can do?
~ Manage money, be frugal. We live in a consumer society and everyone loves to spend!

5. Are you flexible enough?
~ I go down as well as up, but I'm no contortionist! I'm also a very lateral thinker and can problem solve by looking at a situation from many angles. Somehow I can't seem to solve my own problems, hence this blog.

Bonus: What was the best news you received in 2016?
~ On the whole I've had a great year, but nothing stands out as especially good news. There was that brief moment in time (June) when my wife came back from a 'Workshop/Retreat' with a bunch of guys from her BNG (Business Networking Group) all fired up about giving me more sex (because the guys had impressed upon her how important sex was for married men. That led to her agreement to commit to sex twice a week - but that only lasted a month before she fell back into old habits. As I said last week, the last time I had sex was Tuesday, January 3rd and Wednesday, January 4th [see links].
 
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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, January 23, 2017

Ask PV: How Do You Separate Your Two Worlds?

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: "Upon discovering my blog, a new reader had many questions for me. I'll answer them one by one, every Thursday. #1. How do you separate your two worlds ? What two worlds? I had to ask him for clarification. Your usual day-to-day life, Monday-to-Friday "

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

Ask PV: How Do You Separate Your Two Worlds?

by Pervertically Virtuous
2-worlds









Upon discovering my blog, a new reader had many questions for me. I'll answer them one by one, every Thursday.
#1. How do you separate your two worlds ?
What two worlds? I had to ask him for clarification.
Your usual day-to-day life, Monday-to-Friday (world #1) and your crazy sexual escapades (world #2). Is it easy? Any conflicting problems that arise? Etc.. Or are they all indeed one in the same world to a certain extent to which if true i'd be really impressed?
I still don't quite understand the question. There are no two worlds in my life, no facade masking the real person, no Chinese wall between good proper PV and bad naughty PV - everything is part of the same world, my world.
My crazy sexual escapades are just as much part of my usual day-to-day life as any other activity that I love doing, like rock climbing, partying, blogging, watching movies... That doesn't mean I engage in it every day all day long - obviously. But it means my sex life is an inherent part of who I am and it is closely interwoven with all other parts of me.
I know people who live double lives. I sounds horrifying. The tolls of concealing your true identity on your physical and mental health are well documented.
I live my life fairly authentically. Everyone who is close to me and who matters in my life knows about my sexually open lifestyle: my husband, my friends, my lovers, my colleagues.
I have chosen a husband who loves, respects, and supports my sluttiness (see for example, A Fantasy to End All Fantasies). I'd rather be alone than be with someone who didn't. Because that person wouldn't love PV, s/he would love some nonexistent idea of PV.
I surround myself with friends who at least accept my sluttiness. Some of my friends share my lifestyle, others do not. But I have no friends who have a problem with me having my lifestyle. Why would I want to surround myself with such people?!
I don't have a family in the US to hide from. And even if they did live in the US, I wouldn't change my lifestyle because of them. They would have the choice between asking and accepting, or not asking. If they asked and then didn't accept, they would not have me as part of the family. I'd be perfectly fine with that.
And finally, but most critically, I have a career that doesn't require me to hide my sexuality. I don't particularly flaunt it with my colleagues, but I don't hide it either. Most of my close colleagues and bosses know, some more some less, that I live a sexually non-traditional life. If it were to become widely known at the university, I wouldn't lose my job, the worst that could happen is some people would be looking at me funny. And if I did lose my job for what I did in my own personal life, then that is not the right institution for me. It won't ruin my career - I will just change institutions.
You could say I'm lucky to have such a career. And in some ways I am. But this career didn't fall into my lap - I chose it myself, very consciously and deliberately. And it's a personal choice I continue to make as I transition out of being a PhD student. I chose a career (academia) where I knew personal eccentricity was encouraged at best, tolerated at worst.
I know my sex life sounds pretty crazy to other people, but to me it's pretty normal. It's just who I am.
And I've carefully and deliberately crafted a world that allows me to be who I am, most of the time. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Pervertically Virtuous | January 23, 2014 at 10:25 am 

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Kids and Porn

I saw this on one of those clickbait sites (the type who just steal salacious stuff off Reddit threads and re-package it as 'an article') but felt it was worth sharing here. It's called 'Prying Parents Share The Worst Thing They Discovered About Their Child' and though I have nothing to share (honest!) it struck a chord because my daughter is into Japanese Anime. So I'm guessing she's probably seen 'Tentacle Porn' because she's just turned 15 and it seems kids are accessing porn younger and younger now thanks to The Glorious Internet. As the screenshot below 'proves', even prepubescent kids are looking at it.

Source: 'Prying Parents Share The Worst Thing They Discovered About Their Child'

I know we all saw porn too when we were kids, but I have to insist it was different then. Maybe I'm just showing my (old) age, but even though we got to see it (usually via someone's father's or older brother's Playboy stash) it was not an everyday occurrence. Nor even weekly. But today's kids can access it 24/7 via the internet and that can't be good. I have no idea what my daughter is watching because she changed her passwords and won't give them to us because she knows 'her right to privacy' and her mother feels that we should trust her...

The thing is, there are all sorts of predators out there and young kids don't have the skills to discern what's dangerous or not. They're even being tricked into making fetish videos without realising it. Because the videos don't include nudity they often don't get flagged or reported. The kids accepting these 'challenges' and making the videos often have no idea that some adult is getting off on them squishing things or sucking toes - they think it was just another kid 'daring' them to do something weird.

As this article points out:
The YouTubers taking the challenges are very young, and they are making fetish content for adults. They just don’t know it. The thing is that, devoid of context, the videos aren’t contravening any of YouTube’s terms and conditions. They are posted by the user themselves, and their content is G-rated.
Ally and Maddie’s channel never uploads its own videos; it just uses its account to create playlists of the Q&A videos posted on the children’s accounts. The channel subscribes to over 900 accounts, almost entirely belonging to young girls.
As this article points out, some kids are finally waking up to it - and warning others:
Aryn McConnell is only 14 years old, but she’s an active and adept user of YouTube. Especially when it comes to fending off the pedophiles who troll the site for child porn.
“People are sending me really bad messages and, like, being really dirty and stuff,” says Aryn in the YouTube video here. “So how ’bout all you perverts get off my YouTube account? Because me and my sister are not here for you guys to get horny.”
As I've mentioned previously, my own daughter got exposed to porn during an after school playdate with a friend. Her friend's two older sisters (16 and 17) thought it would be fun to show two 10y.o. girls what a guy jerking off on 4chan looked like, so hooked them up to a webcam show. The show was live - the guy knew he had two 10y.o.'s watching but my daughter had no idea (literally) of what was coming. My daughter was dared by the three sisters to keep watching, even as he pulled his cock out, and was shocked/disgusted/traumatised when he came. The other girls all laughed when he did, and laughed at my daughter's reaction, so of course she laughed too and pretended it was no big deal.

But it was and she didn't want to go on playdates to that girls house anymore. She never told us why and we had no idea, so we kept making her go because the other kids mother kept inviting her and my wife liked the mother (even tho' the mother was never home for these playdates) so always accepted. It was me that finally put a stop to it since I could tell my daughter didn't want to go, even if she didn't articulate why. Our daughter was happy(ish) for the girl to come to our house, but she didn't want to go to hers. That to me was A HUGE RED FLAG!!

Our daughter only told us what had happened two years later, after she had switched schools and the 'friend' was out of the picture. So... if you have kids BE VIGILANT. Better yet, teach them to be vigilant:


Friday, January 20, 2017

This reminds me...


via Instagram

The sequel is coming next month and yet I still haven't even watched the original! People I know in the BDSM community say it's BS anyway - have you seen it, what did you think?
But I do like her 'O' face... just look at that mouth... you know what I'm thinking...

#50shadesofgrey #50shadesdarker #collared #blindfold #bdsm #leather

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Positive thoughts

Yesterday I finished my post with:
The last time I had sex was Tuesday, January 3rd and Wednesday, January 4th [see links]. My wife leaves tomorrow morning for 8 days on 'business'. Does that mean I might get some tonight to tide me over or will I be left 'to my own devices'? I guess we'll all know by tomorrow morning...
Well, today I can report... nothing happened.

Which is what I expected, but since I'm trying to be more positive in 2017 I didn't want to mention it. My wife wants me to be more positive this year and kindly sent me this private message via Facebook on January 10: "Maybe something we can work on?" together with a link to this video (you can read a text version here).

My first thought was "WTF???!!" of course but my second thought was "that's rubbish, the kid fell because the tree branch snapped, not because the other kid's father was thinking positively. But that just reconfirms my wife's belief that I always think the worst. A side effect of having met some very sketchy people and seeing some sketchy things in my lifetime I guess, but I am trying to be more focussed on the good things in life.

Anyway, this video link was sent to me at about the same time we had her BFF staying with us earlier this month. One morning at breakfast (brunch really, given the time) my wife said out loud "Okay, that's it, I don't want to hear another complaint from you for another hour. You've already said three negative things this morning and that's it - not another word out of you!" She said all of this in front of her friend.

What was the awful thing I had said, you're probably wondering?

I had asked, in a normal tone, who was responsible for leaving their grubby fingerprints all over the top of one of the doorways in our house. It was a legitimate question given my wife is short and I know I didn't put those big dirty fingerprints all over the white door jamb and surrounding wall space. My brain couldn't fathom how those marks got there, or why they got there, hence my question - a reasonable question IMO. The other negative comment I had made was that I thought it was going to rain that day, and the third negative comment was that I had replied "not well" when asked if I had slept alright. FFS! Am I meant to lie when asked a direct question?

Apparently yes, since two hours later my wife sent me that video. Maybe she was annoyed I'd said it was going to rain (thereby jinxing her positive thoughts for sunshine), but the 'last straw' was the question about fingerprints. But they were more than 'fingerprints' they were 'big black marks' and they were at the top of the door, so how did they get there?

Anyway, I will try to be more positive this year, which is why I'm going to ignore all that Kindle Porn my wife bought (and read) at the very same time we had sex two days in a row (which is unusual). I'm sure the two are unrelated and it was me my wife was fucking, not some imaginary lover from one of her dirty books...!




Tuesday, January 17, 2017

TMI Tuesday – January 17, 2017 ~ If this, if that…

Sound the trumpets – dah dah dah daaaaah! TMI Tuesday is here.


Q1 does not apply to everyone - there are some exceptions - all considered on a case by case basis...
If this, if that…

1. If you were forced to wear a warning label, what would yours say?

~ Get Off My Lawn!!

2. If you were a Sesame Street character, which one would you be?
~ I'd love to be Ernie but others would say I'm probably more like Bert - because of my grumpy attitude. They might even say I'm The Grouch but I think I'm more of a snarky Kermit. Everyone else picked Elmo, right?


3. If you could have an endless supply of a candy or baked good, what would you get?
~ Chocolate glazed donuts.

4. Who is your favorite villain? Why?
~ I presume you mean 'dastardly villain' (otherwise I'd be choosing Michael Corleone or Tony Soprano) so I will say Ben Kingsley as Don Logan in Sexy Beast. His performance was just so over the top - deservedly so for a character that was so thoroughly vile. Al Pacino as Tony Montana in Scarface was similarly over the top and also great. But everyone picks him. Or Cruella Deville.

5. Are you more in tune with sunrise, daytime, sunset or nighttime?
~ I'm definitely a Night Owl so I'm more in tune with night time. I could happily (and safely) roam the city streets at night, no problem. And I have been out all night, many nights, which has led to a few sunrises!

Bonus: If you took a job out of your current career path, what job would you take?
~ I did start out at University with a plan to become a Lawyer but I dropped out in the first semester after being seduced by [The Entertainment Industry]. I made my way through that business like a salmon returning to it's old spawning ground so I guess if I had a chance I'd go back and finish Law School. I would have made a damn fine attorney - probably in the Entertainment Industry!

Double BonusThe last time I had sex was Tuesday, January 3rd and Wednesday, January 4th [see links]. My wife leaves tomorrow morning for 8 days on 'business'. Does that mean I might get some tonight to tide me over or will I be left 'to my own devices'? I guess we'll all know by tomorrow morning...
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Monday, January 16, 2017

Sunday, January 15, 2017

"A Porn Star’s Letter to Her Unborn Son"

I've previously told you (here) about what a great columnist porn actress (and director) Aurora Snow has turned out to be. I really enjoy what she has to say (her views on sex issues, and porn) and then I came across this column she wrote for The Daily Beast.

I have to admit when I read the title "A Porn Star’s Letter to Her Unborn Son" I jumped to conclusions and assumed she was writing to a child she'd had aborted. But she wasn't, it was an open letter to her future son, explaining her life choices because she knew that one day he would grow up and learn his mom did porn.

The full story is here, but here are a few excerpts:

My Son, 
By the time you read this you will be old enough to browse the Internet, old enough to like girls, and old enough to know the name “Aurora Snow.” I’ve dreaded this day for many years now and my hope is that you find this article before accidentally stumbling upon any pictures or videos that show your mom in a way she never intended for you to see. Let me explain. 
Your mom grew up very, very poor. In early 2000 I was drowning in student loans. Frustrated and feeling my chance at a higher education slipping away, I answered an ad in the Orange County Register newspaper. 
The large bold print caught my eye: Girls Nude Modeling—earn $2,000 per day. 
I had no shame and needed the money. I knew for certain that I never wanted a family of my own. It was an age before everyone and everything was online, and I truly felt I could hide it from my mom, dad, and brothers. What did I have to lose? I planned to be in it for one year, pay back my student debt, and walk away without ever looking back. It didn't quite work out that way. 
The attention made me feel good. The money was incredible. And that nude modeling job soon led to someone asking me to have sex on camera for money. Even more money. I said yes, and that choice led me down the very eventful and colorful path of adult filmmaking. Soon I was on box covers, posters, and even some mainstream TV shows. Your grandpa was living in another state, and found out what I was doing when he saw me on the Howard Stern TV show. In retrospect, I was quite thankful I'd been one of the few girls on Stern's show to keep her clothes on. I maintained a sense of modesty when I wasn't on set. 
By this point in your life, I hope I’ve taught you the importance of honesty, and so I’m going to be honest with you. I’ve done just about everything imaginable in my adult career and if you dig deep enough you will find things you might think are pretty awful. I can honestly say that I approached adult filmmaking as a job, and, like any job I’ve ever had, I felt it important to do my best. Sometimes doing my job well meant doing pretty gross things. Hopefully you never see that stuff. 
Son, I hope this [letter] helps you understand and prevents you from clicking on my XXX video links*. The choices we make can change our path forever in a way we might not understand at the time. I made choices that took me down a path that many people frown upon. If I'd known I'd one day change my mind and want a family of my own, I would have made completely different choices. When you're 18 it's so easy to see the future and know exactly what you do and don't want, but just 10 years later hindsight sneaks up.

So remember when you’re making big choices in life, think far into the future and ask yourself, “can I live with that?” My answer is in this letter, which I hope speaks for itself.

~ Aurora Snow

*NB - that NSFW video link was inserted by me, Nero, not Aurora Snow.  

Friday, January 13, 2017

Look closely and you'll see...


via Instagram

I stitched these two photos of @sister_sinister together because I thought they were from the same outfit and gave a nice view of her front and back. Clearly I was distracted by her nice front and back because they're not the same outfit at all. Look again - the detailing is different!
#fetishfriday #rubber #latex #bikini #fetishmodel

Thursday, January 12, 2017

"A wicked thought came over me…"

Here's a re-run of one of my old posts - this one from 2013:

[Excerpt:] she pulled me over to the bed and made me eat her out. After she came she tried to straddle me but I protested and demanded my own oral pleasure, which she duly performed. She gives great head (even though I never cum that way) and as she felt me getting close she climbed up and straddled me, as she'd tried to earlier. 
She rode me cowgirl style for a while, grinding herself deep down onto my cock, as I held her hips firmly. She squeezed her breasts and then her clit but didn't cum, instead jumping off me and assuming the doggy position. With her head down and her ass up I again grabbed her hips and started thrusting, hard. As I pummelled her doggy style she reached back and held her cheeks open for me so I could get in deeper. I was enjoying myself immensely and debating what to do with beautiful round butt in front of me. 
Let's be honest, I was staring at her asshole, and thinking dirty thoughts....

This is just an excerpt. You can read the whole story here

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

OPP: Confessions of an Adulteress ~ Part Six (Final)

I've become a fan of this blog by a married woman calling herself Luna Moon, detailing her adventures as a serial cheater. But I'm going to stop these excerpts now because it starts to get real and I should let her tell her own story herself. This post (about her husband) will be the last in the series. I've found her deeply fascinating (and I've only read her first year thus far) and I'm sure you will too. Click the links for more from her directly.  Here are two more key excerpts from Luna Moon's blog that caught my attention. My responses are in italic.


Sunday, October 2, 2011 ~ Sex With the Other Man

Dave and I actually had sex last night. It has been awhile. I can't even count the days... weeks...? I tried to stay in the moment and not let my mind drift to Drake and how he loves to dominate me during sex. It was difficult, though.

I give Dave a thumbs up for his oral skills, but a thumbs down for falling asleep after he orgasmed (as if that's anything new). We were in the middle of what I thought was a deep conversation about us and suddenly I heard snoring.

It's frustrating. Dave rarely comes to bed. Actually, Dave doesn't sleep much. Maybe 4-5 hours a night. If that. When he does sleep, he prefers sleeping in his computer chair in his studio in the basement. Generally, I sleep alone. If he does come to bed, it is when I am getting up.

Dave complains that we never have sex, but it would help if he spent more time in our bed. [more]


This hit close to the bone. I only sleep 6-7 hours a night and I also wait until my wife has gone to bed and fallen asleep first. And my wife also rates my oral skills highly too! The difference between me and Dave is that I don't go to bed with my wife because she has a 'beauty regime' that can take 10-20 minutes to complete before she finally gets in to bed - by which time I've effectively woken up again and can't sleep.

I can't sleep anyway because all I can think about is 'why aren't we having sex?', 'should I make a move?', 'was that a signal? did she just give me a signal to initiate sex?' - of course if I do make a move either she rebuffs me and tells me it's late and she has to get up early, or a millisecond before I make my move she starts snoring.

Luna's final words resonate with me because like Dave I complain the we never have sex, to which my wife responds with 'you need to come to bed earlier'. The problem is, when I do come to bed earlier we still don't have sex for one reason or another. It becomes a vicious circle: I don't want to come to bed earlier because I can't sleep, and my wife doesn't want to have sex because I come to bed so late.


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Friday, October 14, 2011 ~ Back Together Again

I was certain Dave and I were headed for a separation. He was planning to move out of state and I would stay here with the kids. It just didn't happen. Somehow, we managed to work things out and now here we are together again as though nothing ever happened.

I love Dave for certain qualities that he has and for the constancy that there is between us (if that makes any sense). I'm just not ready to give that up yet.

It was rather odd, though. I had sex with Dave in the morning and sex with Drake in the afternoon. Different men, different techniques. I try hard not to compare.

One thing that Dave admitted to is his continuing addiction to porn. He was addicted when we met 21+ years ago and he still is. I don't know how to help him deal with it. It definitely affects our sex life, though... [more]

Like I've said all along: Luna Moon is fascinating. I had gotten the impression she would have jumped at the chance to be free of her husband so she could spend more time with Drake and yet when crunch time comes she baulks. She doesn't want her husband to leave, he's like a favorite old jacket - you don't wear it much anymore because it's out of style, but occasionally you pull it out and put it on again and remember how comfortable it is.

I'm pretty sure that's how my wife feels about me.

As for the 'sex addiction' thing I wonder if that's just because Dave has learnt it's easier to get off by looking at porn online than it is by trying to have sex with his wife? I know that's how it is with me. If Dave has been watching porn for 21+ years then he will have watched a lot of different things so he may well be ready to give her what she wants when it comes to dominance and submission. 

The problem (I'm presuming) is that she doesn't see Dave in that way. He is the vanilla guy she first met, the father of her kids, and she can't picture him as the mysterious masterful dominant figure that Drake is. Drake is her fantasy lover (even though he has now become very real) and Dave is her husband - Dave can't slap her ass and twist her nipples, but Drake can. If she ever got Dave to try that I'm guessing it just wouldn't feel right to her.

Which is a shame, because imagine if it did work. It could open up a whole new world of sex for her. 

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