Monday, April 30, 2018

#MasturbationMonday ~ Birthday Sex!

In yesterday's post I promised you the Birthday Sex story, so here it is:

We last had sex on February 28 - sixty days ago. During that time my birthday came and went - and we still didn't have sex. Birthdays have become difficult for me - so difficult they have their own tag on this blog. Look at the bottom of this post, or on the right if you're reading on a computer, and click on 'Birthday Sex' and you'll see what I now realize is an ongoing pattern of behavior.

My best birthday present was when I turned 50. My wife flew me to a hotel for the weekend and then revealed she'd got a Brazilian. It was awesome. I dived in straight away and had! She started doing it in subsequent years, as my birthday 'treat' (the Brazilian, not the weekend away) which was great, but she got a little blasΓ© about it. As I detail in this story, she'd get her pussy waxed but then not have sex with me on my birthday - preferring instead to wait for the weekend to give me my 'birthday treat'.

This then became the new thing. She would wait until the weekend after my birthday to have sex with me, which if its a Monday or Tuesday is quite a wait. It's not really Birthday Sex by then is it?  It's kinda soul destroying to think your wife needs a few days to psyche herself up to have sex with you.

This year's birthday was even more soul destroying.

My birthday this year fell on a Friday so I figured this year I must be gettin' something on my actual birthday! Especially since our last sex was Feb 28 - maybe she was 'saving it up' for something special?  This year I didn't get a present, but she told me in the morning she'd got us a reservation for lunch at some hip restaurant. At lunch there was no surprise gift, but she did share with me that she'd tried to organize a dinner with our group of friends (it's the same group of 3 other couples we vacation with) but none of them could make it. Because of the short notice, she blurted out by mistake.

Apparently she'd invited them on Wednesday night, for Friday night. None of them could make it, except for one guy who's wife was going to a function. This would of course be the one guy I have the most tenuous of relationships with, since he was never my friend in the first place, so Yay! it was gonna be a swell birthday. Me, my wife, and him. I would have to make small talk with him while my wife made dinner...

I asked my wife why she hadn't made dinner reservations instead of lunch reservations, and her answer was (I kid you not) "I thought you'd like a home cooked meal for your birthday".  'Yes, thats what every man wants for his birthday' I thought to myself - but I kept my mouth shut. Instead I asked if she had thought to ask 'Bob' & 'Carole' since they were also old friends we hadn't seen for a while (aka my friends). Her face lit up and my wife immediately texted them. Bob could make it but not Carole.

So my birthday dinner at home was a complete sausage fest and (I kid you not) my wife talked to these guys all night, because both of them had business knowledge she could apply to a new business she was thinking of starting. Every time I talked she'd chime in with another thought of her own. Oh what a merry time they had, and they chatted until well after midnight. By the time they'd left and we'd cleaned up the dishes it was late and there was no time for birthday sex.

I thought maybe I'd get my 'Birthday treat' on Saturday night but... no.

Nothing on Sunday either, so that kinda clinched it. I realized then that my wife really had given up all thoughts about having sex with me, and that once again I was unfuckable - even on my birthday. That made me sad but I sucked it up. It is what it is. I decided that we had reached 'that age' and I just had to accept it. You may recall I blogged about this acceptance of my terminal sex life earlier this month.

So I wore my Big Boy Pants with pride, but only for a week. The following Saturday (8 days after my birthday) my wife gave me a great big kick in the nuts. She was getting into the shower and I noticed something odd. It was kinda the way she tried to get into the shower without me seeing her naked. I then realized she'd been doing that a lot lately.

I stepped forward and looked down, catching her as she stepped into the shower. She couldn't hide it - her pussy was bare. She'd had a Brazilian! My jaw dropped.

"I know, I know!" she said, even though I hadn't said anything. "I... got it for your birthday"

Still I said nothing, I just stared at her. Dumbfounded.

She's done this before - waxed herself but then not had sex with me, even though she always claimed she did it for me. The last two times I expressly told her how it made me feel knowing that she'd done 'that' but then decided against getting intimate with me... how it made me wonder if she was doing it for someone else... but the overarching problem was that it really knocked my self esteem.

I told her very clearly that next time I really wanted her to let me know straight away and not wait a week before sharing it with me. I'd said we didn't have to have intercourse, we could just do oral if she preferred. On both occasions she apologized and said she wouldn't do it again. But she did. And this time on my birthday no less.

This time I had no words.

She jumped in the shower quickly (and guiltily) and I took the dog for a walk. I was very angry. I walked that dog for an hour, unable to return home until I'd cleared my head completely.

Sure, I still thought (because I'm a guy, and this is how we think) that maybe, just maybe, she would -now that she'd been outed- be sexually intimate with me that night. It was Saturday after all, our supposed 'Sex Nite'. But no, there was no intimacy whatsoever. Not on Saturday night, and not on Sunday.

By Monday I was already over it. Stress causes cancer IMO and I decided I'm not going to get cancer just because my wife doesn't want to have sex with me. And I'm not going to get cancer worrying about who my wife is getting Brazilians for. It's certainly not me, so I need not concern myself with her it anymore.

One thing I do know - for her birthday this year I'm buying her lunch. And a card. Like the one Donald bought for Melania...


If you like the image above you can see it again in this post from April 11, 2016 What's the deal with Birthday Sex?
This post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday. Click this link for stories more erotic than mine!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

#Sinful Sunday - Scheduled Sex!

<< When I saw this tweet I couldn't help but reply:

I think about sex a lot. πŸ€”
It hasn't resulted in more/any sex. πŸ˜‚

The thing is, I get what she's saying. Totally.

You can not just stick 'Have Sex' (or 'Date Night' or 'Wash the Pooch' if you're worried someone might see it) into the calendar on your phone and think 'problem solved!'

As regular readers will know my wife and I took up the 'scheduled sex' suggestion from our marriage therapist (couples counsellor, if you prefer) a few years ago and the results were... interesting.

Scheduled Sex is very similar to scheduled Date Night's. You start with a hiss and a roar, everyone is very excited days ahead, the Date is great fun, and everyone is thinking afterwards "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

But then reality sets in and you fall back into old habits. There was that Work Function the night before and you're just too tired, the kids went berserk today  and you're just too tired, it's been a long work week and you're just too tired, and you're just too tired, and you're just too tired.

And if you're not too tired, the outside world steps in. There's a family event on that you can't get out of, a child is sick, a BFF is staying at your place for the weekend, you're going on vacation next month so lets save some money for that...

I'm talking about Date Nights now, of course. My wife does not charge me for sex!

But she has 'postponed' Scheduled Sex until we're on vacation, because (she assures me) "that's when I can really relax, and we can really have some fun in our hotel room". Regular readers will know from some of my previous posts what happened after promises like that. Nothing, just another excuse proffered for why we couldn't.

And that's the point The Desire Girl is making: you can't just schedule sex and think or assume its magically going to happen. If your libido is low and you've made that calendar entry to spur yourself into setting aside some quality time to share some sexual intimacy with your partner (it doesn't always need to be 'full on' intercourse) then good for you!

But you need to go a little bit further.

When the day comes do spend some time in your own thoughts imagining what you'd like do with your partner, or have them do to you. Go out on a date beforehand, or just snuggle up on the couch together and watch a movie (something you'll both like). Don't just roll up to the bedroom at whatever time you go to bed, and then awkwardly look at your partner and mumble something about "The calendar says it's 'Fuck Night' so..."

And if you're the partner with the stronger libido don't just shout "Yippee!" when/if you're partner agrees to try 'Scheduled Sex'.  All it really means is that your partner has agreed on Day X that you're both gonna 'blow out the candles on your Birthday Cake' together. You still need to bake the cake, frost it, and then light the candles first. You still need to get your partner in the mood to blow the candles.

'Scheduled Sex' is simply a tool to get you both 'back in the saddle' and riding together. How well you treat the horse will determine how often you get to ride...

Okay, I'll stop with the metaphors and euphemisms now, it's getting silly. The point is, Scheduled Sex is just meant to be a way to jumpstart an engine that hasn't been firing on all cylinders lately. Damn! There I go again.  Let's take a pictorial break and come back when I can talk with adult words...

Hopefully once you've both rediscovered that sexual spark between you
you can dispense with 'Scheduled Sex' nights because 'Date Nights' will end like this

So, having re-read my words above I'm thinking some of you might be thinking I'm a bit hypocritical. I'm not. Just because it didn't quite work out so well between my wife and I doesn't mean you shouldn't try it. Do as I say, not as I do I've done.

In my case I believe I tried very hard to spark my wife's libido but unfortunately it was never quite enough. When we had sex she would enjoy it (complete with her saying "we need to do this more often") but when 'the next time' rolled around it would once again be a mission to get her into bed. My attempts to 'seduce' or 'woo' her were usually met with 'I'm tired' (together with a meaningless promise to make it up later), and yet she seemingly has no problem reading her dirty stories on Literotica until 2am

As I've also blogged about recently, I've since come to the understanding that my wife does want to have sex - just not with me. I'm not like the men in her stories, the ones that make her wet.

While that is personally disappointing for me it shouldn't deter you from trying it. Honestly, just because it didn't work out for us doesn't mean it won't work for you. Your partner is not my partner, and as they say in the commercials "results may vary". I do recommend it as something to try if you're finding that your sex life is flagging because you've fallen into a rut or neither of you can seem to find the time to make it happen.

But whether it's 'Date Night' or 'Scheduled Sex Night' the secret to making it work is not to let it become a chore. If it's something you have 'To Do' alongside 'put out the rubbish' or 'mow the lawns' or 'pick up the drycleaning' then you're not doing it right.

I'm typing this post on April 28, meaning it's been exactly two months since we last had sex (see here). Even my birthday party (sometime in the last 60 days) couldn't get her in the mood. That story is a doozy (OMG, the twist!) and I'll tell it tomorrow. [See here]


UPDATE: Phew! I caught something just in time, before this scheduled post published!!

Firstly, every word I've said above is true and valid (which is why I'm not withdrawing it) but...

I think I may have misunderstood the point The Desire Girl was making. That's because I was responding to her tweet, and possibly projecting my own experiences onto what she was trying to say. Subsequent to yesterday's Tweet she has overnight also added a link to a blog post that led her to make this tweet, which I only saw this morning.
Think about it. When you first get together, you look forwards to sex because you think about it during the day. You mull it over in your head, re-visist every single second you spent savouring each other, peeling off each others clothes, remembering every delicious change in position or smouldering look. 
Later on down the line, the remembering stops because the novelty wears off. We don’t automatically use our imagination during the day. The anticipations and tease is gone. And so has the desire.
It's a fantastic brilliant post and well worth reading. So in the spirit of #SoSS (Sunday!) I strongly suggest you read it here.

Saturday, April 28, 2018

OPP: #SoSS ~ May is Masturbation Month

The #SoSS meme is meant to be a

roundup of favourite blogs we’ve

visited this week, but today I'm

again changing it a little and

choosing blog posts that fit a theme.

May is Masturbation Month so I'm

going with that!

As always, click the links for 
the full stories, because these 
are just short excerpts. These 
are in no particular order

Isabelle Lauren ~  "How masturbating improved my sex life"

Isabelle Lauren has written a frank but fun account of how she finally allowed herself self pleasure. This is just an excerpt:
I grew up in quite a restrictive household. Sex was not really spoken of, and my understanding of it was that its sole purpose was to get a woman pregnant. I never really masturbated until fairly recently and even then it was more a frantic, guilt-ridden wank in the shower than anything more. 
When I masturbate now I explore my body to see what gives me the most pleasure. I deliberately don’t immediately go for the places I know will make me come quick (my clit and G-spot), but I explore other areas. I experiment with different lubes, with water, with changes in speed and pressure. Anything that can enhance my pleasure during sex. 
I used to feel like I was holding out on hubby if I masturbated, but I have found that masturbating increases my arousal and hubby benefits from that. I also wouldn’t masturbate if he were around and in the mood for sex, but if he isn’t around, I am traveling or he isn’t in the mood, then why should I deny myself some pleasure? 
Masturbating still makes me feel slightly guilty. I guess that’s my ingrained upbringing and I may never be able to shake that off. I still... [more]

Sammi ~ Squeaky Bedsprings "Showerheads and Jabby Fingers: My Masturbation Story"

In the full post Sammi details the difficulties she had in learning how to orgasm, and how her quest to find information about it (where Sex Ed at school had failed) inspired her to start sex blogging and be a teaching resource for others:
I began masturbating around the age of 15. I had just started dating my very first boyfriend, and we were learning the ropes of intimacy. My first google searches looked like “how to get your boyfriend to finger you good”. My mind was stuck on the fact that he was supposed to be providing me pleasure, and that even though he was new to this too, somehow he should know how to do it. 
These articles had tips about communication. They recommended “honesty, letting your man know how it truly feels, and touching yourself to learn what feels good”. I was beyond surprised when I read this. Masturbate? Me? A girl? I knew boys masturbated, but I had never even considered the idea that girls did too.

My love of the showerhead was immediate, strong, and soon, problematic. I’d lay down in the tub during a shower with the “massage” setting hovering above my clit and my other hand holding my labia back. At this point in my sexual research, I had learned the stages of the sexual response cycle: arousal, plateau, orgasm, and resolution. My goal was to get to what I thought was the plateau, and then stop before I came. For some reason, I wanted my boyfriend to give me my first orgasm
... [more]

Emmeline Peaches ~ "My Masturbation Story"

Like Sammi, Emmeline also fumbled her way towards figuring out how to masturbate (don't we all?) Again, this is just an excerpt:
To this day I have vivid memories of the first time I reached orgasm. At the time I wasn’t even in double digits and the whole experience sort of happened by instinct. [So] I kept on doing it. The sensation, even then, simply felt too good to shy away from and masturbating naturally and frequently became part of my daily schedule.
As I got older I started exploring other items, trying to refine my alone-time and exploring orgasms without really understanding them. My lack of knowledge didn’t hinder my abilities, though, and I became rather adept at achieving self-pleasure as time went by.
Eventually I managed to acquire a small, circular pillow which had a cover that looked vintage grandma and ruffles around the edges to boot. It gave me some of the best orgasms of my early-teen years. Over time I gained an emotional attachment to this pillow and I still think back to it fondly. It was always there for me, was perfectly shaped, and worked fantastically with my body.
Throughout my teen years my masturbation method was pretty consistent and became much more frequent; I would grab my pillow, shove it between my thighs and squeeze and rub myself to my eventual release. I did this three times a day. But, honestly, despite the frequency of my masturbatory habits I was still clueless.

I knew I was masturbating but I didn’t realize that I was reaching orgasm each session (I was) and I felt like a complete freak. I had always heard of boys masturbating, but girls doing so was unheard of. If ever I heard about women masturbating it never involved clenching a pillow between one’s thighs. I tried other objects. They paled in comparison. I tried a teddy bear. I apologized to my teddy bear for the attempt. Suddenly
... [more]

Friday, April 27, 2018

#FetishFriday with #Lingerie from Dita von Teese

via Instagram

#FetishFriday with a repost from @ditavonteese :-

"#Tryst is my current favorite lingerie set from my @ditavonteeselingerie brand. I’ve worn it onstage for @crazyhorseparis_official and it’s being @Swarovski crystallized for my upcoming tour starting this month.

It’s got little scalloped satin quarter-cup push ups for lift, unlined lace for a sensual and natural look and feel. My six strap garter belts are perfect for ease of stocking wear; they’ve become legendary in the department stores that carry my brand for changing women’s minds about everyday wear of stockings.

It’s currently in stock @barenecessities @bloomingdales @glamuse_lingerie "

πŸ“· by @sanchezzalba
πŸ’Ž by @henrisillam

#sexylingerie #icon 

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Former ‘Smallville’ actress in a #sexcult ?? πŸ—

Allison Mack - then and now (via Twitter and Instagram)

Wow! Former ‘Smallville’ actress #allisonmack has been arrested for alleged involvement in a #sexcult 😧 Sounds like a #masterdom #gonewrong πŸ—⛓


Actress Allison Mack has pleaded not guilty after being arrested last Friday for her alleged role in the notorious sex slave cult NXIVM (pronounced Nexium), with horrifying details of her alleged involvement revealed in court. Like many cults it lures members by offering them 'self improvement' classes.

The group’s leader, Keith Raniere, was arrested for sex trafficking and forced labor last month. He was extradited to the US from Puerto Vallarta in Mexico and is being held at a federal prison in Oklahoma City, without bond.

Mack, listed as “Co-Conspirator 1” in the criminal complaint, was previously last seen chasing after the police car that took Raniere away from the villa in Mexico where he had been hiding.

Former child actor Mack, now 35, was cult leader Keith Raniere’s direct “slave” and had a sexual relationship with him — but also acted as a “master” to other slaves, who were forced to have Raniere’s initials burned into their pubic region with a cauterizing pen, according to the criminal charges.

As the women were being branded like cattle, Mack allegedly placed her hands on their chests and told them to “feel the pain” and to “think of [their] master,” prosecutors allege.

The actress first lured the women into the secret society within Nxivm known as “The Vow” — and cajoled them into providing “collateral” like embarrassing photos and statements to use as blackmail, prosecutors allege. She then allegedly groomed the slaves for sex with Raniere — ordering them to adhere to extremely restrictive diets, to refrain from removing their pubic hair and to stay celibate, according to court documents.

“Ms. Mack was one of the top members of a highly organized scheme which was designed to provide sex to [Raniere],” Assistant US Attorney Moira Penza said in court last Friday. Mack also forced them to pose naked for photos — “including on one occasion close-up pictures of their vaginas” — which were given to Raniere and also used as collateral, the feds claim. The whole operation operated like an extortion plot, with the women forced to follow his directions after revealing “highly damaging information about themselves or family members,” authorities allege.

One victim told investigators that Mack instructed her to meet Raniere in the middle of the night, authorities said. She did as instructed and was blindfolded. The woman told police she was tied to a table and forced to engage in oral sex with an unidentified person

During her court appearance, it was revealed that Allison Mack last year married Battlestar Gallactica actress Nicki Clyne, who was spotted hiding out in Mexico with Mack and Raniere when US authorities tracked down the cult leader last month. Mack was reportedly introduced to the self-help group around 2006 by her Smallville co-star Kristin Kreuk who signed up, but got out before female acolytes began getting forcibly branded.

Kruek put out a statement after Raniere’s arrest last month saying she left the group five years ago, did not experience any nefarious activities, and has denounced his alleged abuse of women. She has yet to make a comment on Allison Mack's arrest.

Allison Mack (left) and Kristen Kreuk (right)
together in an episode of Smallvile
When I was about 23, I took an Executive Success Programs/NXIVM "intensive," what I understood to be a self-help/personal growth course that helped me handle my previous shyness, which is why I continued with the program. 

I left about five years ago and had minimal contact with those who were still involved. The accusations that I was in the "inner circle" or recruited women as "sex slaves" are blantantly false. During this time, I never experienced any illegal or nefarious activity. I am horrified and digusted by what has come out about DOS.

Thank you to all of the brave women who have come forward to share their stories and expose DOS; I can't imagine how difficult this has been for you. I am deeply disturbed and embarassed to have been associated with NXIVM. I hope that the investigation leads to justice for all those affected.

~ Kristin Kreuk

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

#WickedWednesday - What’s my Wife reading now!

I was away overnight on Monday and this is what she got up to in my absence - reading dirty stories on Which isn't a major deal since I also watched porn and jacked off on Monday night too. Because I was finally all alone - and it was #MasturbationMonday after all!! I've published screenshots like this before and people mostly comment that it's no big deal, which I agree with mostly but...

What is kinda major (IMO) is that her iPad browser history looks like this pretty much every day through April (until the 'History' list ran out). It was all almost exclusively  It confirmed for me my belief that every time I see her on her iPad she's reading porn. The difference between me and my wife, it seems, is that I'd much rather be having sex with her than jerking off. She prefers the reverse.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

So pretty! What’s her name? πŸ€”

via Instagram

#babe #sexymodel #lingerie #sexylingerie #boobs #notblonde #

TMI Tuesday: April 24, 2018 ~ 5 Things...

@officiallymosh via Instagram


Tell us . . .

1. - The problem with you in 5 words.
~ The glass is half empty.

2. - 5 things you want in life.
~ World peace (seriously), to be happier, to be thinner/better health, to get more sex, to relax/be less stressed.

3. - 5 things you need to quit.
~ Obsessing about the lack of sex, getting stressed by my teenage daughter, worrying about how long the money will last, spending so much time online, writing such long blog posts.

4. - 5 things you require in a lover.
~ Desire/lust for sex/me, communication during sex (I'm not a mindreader!), enthusiasm while having sex, appreciation for my efforts, discretion before, during and after the fact (I'm a married man!)

5. - 5 things you are tired of.
~ I'm tired of being tired all the time - about everything! x 5

Bonus: What 5 things will you never share on social media?
~ My real name, my face, my penis size*, my weight, my location.

Double Bonus: kind of a follow on from the Bonus question... I think I over shared last Wednesday when I wrote “What would you do with a million dollars?", so have a quick read before I delete it...!
* And that means no Dick Pics either!!


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, April 23, 2018

Ona Artist for #mondaybunday πŸ’₯

via Instagram
 Ona Artist is a 'creative' who writes and performs her own music. She also takes sexy photos of herself which she shares on social media to raise her profile and sell her music. She also makes special private videos that she sells, in addition to her music, via her social media accounts. Some of these performances are of a sexual nature. Despite having never seen any of these videos I am fascinated by her. Is it art or is it porn? She has all the appearances of being just another sexy naked Instagrammer, but I still can't be sure if that's all there is to her.

@onaartist for #mondaybunday πŸ’₯ [see also: @onamania πŸ‘€ ]
#butt #booty #ass #bootyπŸ‘ 

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Normally I’d rather give than receive but...

via Instagram

Normally I’d rather give than receive but for @mistresstt.s I might make an exception! πŸ—
Repost from @mistresstt.s - “Maybe all you need is a little pain...” πŸ˜ˆπŸ‡§πŸ‡·πŸ”₯

#photographer @rodrigomarquesphoto #spanking #alternativemodel #altmodel #alternative #alternativegirl #fashion #fetish #fashionblogger #blogger #fashionmagazine #fashioneditorial #fashionphotographer #fashionphotography #shooting #pretoebranco #bw #boudoir #corset #latex #tattoo #tattooink #ink #tattoomodel #braziliangirl #neroblogshere

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Teacher Sex: Jennifer Frechette

I have a prurient interest in criminal cases involving female teachers and young students. I know these are sex crimes but a double standard does exist IMO. Societally we all know it's wrong for a male teacher to have sex with a younger female student (she was groomed/coerced) but when the genders are reversed there's a part of us that thinks "did the experience really damage him?" or "did she force him to do anything he didn't want to?"

Those are not questions we'd countenance with a female victim. As a male, sure, I would have loved to have been 'seduced' by an older women when I was a horny adolescent - in theory. The reality is that it would most likely have messed with my head ultimately, and probably fucked up my future sex life. 

What I found most fascinating about these cases is that very often the women are quite attractive and presumably quite capable of getting laid if they wanted sex. Underscoring that point is that often times these women are married. So it's not just sex they're after, they want power over these young boys. They want to be the one in control, 'teaching' these young teens, they want to 'deflower' them and 'be their first'. The motive is similar to most adult male predators too.

In this post we profile...

Jennifer Frechette is a 44-year-old wife, mother and drama teacher at Wilbur Cross High School in Connecticut. She is accused of engaging in an inappropriate relationship with a 15-year-old male student after the two were caught in a dressing room with a blow up bed and condoms by two security officers.

Frechette was arrested and charged with second-degree sex assault, fourth-degree sex assault and risk of injury to a minor on April 13, 2017. Frechette was released after posting a $100,000 surety bond. She was photographed walking hand-in-hand with her husband to court in New Haven.

According to an arrest warrant two security officers caught Frechette with the underage student in a dressing room. Officials say the teen left but Frechette appeared to be hiding “in a fetal position.” Frechette denied any wrong doing at first, but the teen told investigators that the pair had exchanged text messages discussing sex and planned to do so the night they were caught.

Police filed search warrants for Frechette’s and the student’s phones. They found text conversations that discussed sexual intercourse, oral sex and how she was no longer attracted to her husband. The student admitted that Frechette had performed oral sex on him a few months prior. The teen admitted back in December that Frechette had performed oral sex on him on a couch in her classroom.

She was placed on administrative leave once the school became aware of the alleged inappropriate relationship in January. School officials are now in the process of firing Frechette.

Friday, April 20, 2018

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Throwback Thursday ~ About that sex last weekend... Part 2

Those nipples make me hard, jus' sayin'

This post was originally published Friday, July 21, 2017. This is an excerpt, you can read the whole thing here.
My hands are all over her, stroking her body, squeezing her breasts gently... and then she throws off the covers, which is my cue to go down on her, which I do. I eat her out and she cums, which is my cue to get up from between her legs and lie back - it's my turn now. She gets up and kneels beside me on the massive hotel bed and takes my dick in her hand, and starts wanking it slowly. I moan so she picks up the pace and starts jerking me off hard and fast. 
My groans turn her on so she swivels around and plants her cunt on my face. I start licking her pussy and eating her out again. I assume that since we're in a 69 position she's going to blow me, but I'm wrong. She lays her head on my outer thigh, facing away, and continues the handjob as she pushed back into me. She's grinding her cunt into my wet mouth and wanking me - my prick bouncing in and out of her hair.

I was licking, nibbling, fingering, and feathering her pussy with my tongue and fingers. My hand was somehow reaching around her butt and prodding her wet hole, while my tongue ran circles around her clit. Normally she prefers a flattened tongue pressing hard there, but due to the tangle we'd found ourselves in all I could manage was a darting tongue flicking her here and there. It was not in my usual repertoire because years earlier she had told me she didn't like it that way - but she sure as hell was loving it now....

...She was so so tight. I don't know what happened but by the time I was in balls deep she was wet and loosening up just a fraction. I pulled out slowly, pushed myself back in just as slowly and then {Voila!} 'normal transmission' was resumed. I began pumping in and out of her at a steady pace as she got wetter and started to grunt with every thrust. It was clear she wanted to be fucked so I started to pound her a little harder, a little faster. 
She started fingering her own clit and when she started slapping it I knew she was going to cum. This always sets me off, and so I told I was about to cum. "Yessss!" she hissed, "cum in my dirty hole...

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

“What would you do with a million dollars?"

via Instagram

The prompt for the #wickedwednesday meme this week is “what would you do with a #milliondollars πŸ€‘ 
I have no idea! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ˜ˆ  
πŸ“Έ: @milliondollar.girls 

Well, that was my Instagram post... but let's get real: we all know what we'd do with a million dollars. We'd throw a kick ass party. give some to our close friends and family to help them out, buy ourselves some toys (new shoes! a kick ass car! a boat!), and if we're sensible we'll pay down some debt. And if we're smart we'll pay down all our debt.

Putting aside a little for a kick ass vacation of course, because we deserve it!!

I know that's what most of you will probably say you'll do because that's what most people who win the lottery do with their money. First they say "I'm not gonna let it change me!" and then they blow it. Some in a year if they're really stupid, others in 5 - 10years. And then they're back where they started.

I know this is meant to be a 'fun' question, and we should give 'fun' answers, so I apologize for giving the 'no fun' answer: what you should do with a million dollars is pay down your debts and invest the rest, so you have an additional income.

I know because I already have a million dollars.

More in fact. But I earned it, over 30 years, so it wasn't just handed to me in a jumbo check like on Powerball or something. I was born in social housing, to parents who were on social assistance, now I'm lucky enough not to have to worry about anything. I have a roof over my head, there's always food on the table, and we take a family vacation once or twice a year. That's more than most of you I know, but don't hate me. People with money are the same as people without money. They can be as nice or mean or as happy or unhappy as everyone else.

Why? Because Money can't buy you love. The Beatles said it and so did May More. And now I'm telling you too. You've read my other blog posts, you know I'm unhappy. I'm unhappy because I'm not as sexually intimate as I want to be with my wife. And yet I have money. I could afford to see a prostitute if I wanted to and pay for the sex I'm not getting at home. No-one would know and the problem would be solved, right?

Except it doesn't work like that. I want to be with my wife, but she doesn't want me (sexually) and that makes me sad. And money can't fix that (besides, she has more money than me). The good news is that I've turned a corner, almost. As they say in AA: "give me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference". I can't make my wife want me so it's better I accept that and move on.

Better than the alternative at least. My wife thinks I'm overweight (I am) and should have lap band surgery to make me slimmer. I don't want to do that because [a] it's dangerous (I’m not obese, so this would be elective cosmetic surgery - my wife wants me to do it in Cuba or Asia so we/she can have a vacation at the same time) [b] it doesn't always work (many people just regain the weight eventually) [c] I don't want to go through all that and find out she still doesn't want me after all. (Much like women who get boob jobs, only to find their man still aint fucking them any more than they used to)

I guess with all my money I could get a personal trainer, but I've been there and done that. I did pilates too, for about 8 months. Made no difference at all. I am what I am.


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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

TMI Tuesday: April 17, 2018 ~ Lovers Guide

1. Write your 3 sexual commandments and share them here at TMI Tuesday.
~ Treat others as you would want them to treat you
~ Your partner is not a mind reader - communicate your wants and desires (and it might just happen!)
~ Thou shalt not with-hold sex to punish/train your partner (ie give love unconditionally - it's not a reward or treat)

2. Tell us your 3 D’s of relationship destruction.
~ I had no idea what this meant so I had to use Google. I found this. Which led to this (which I suspect was written for a female audience). I can only think of one D at the moment: "Death By A 1,000 Cuts" 

3. WikiHow lists several steps on how to seduce someone . What are your top 3 moves of seduction?
~ That list looks a bit corny, but if you do it right it works. There's a very fine line between looking intriguing and looking creepy, so be prepared to be shot down big time until you get it right. To add to the stress: all women are different and respond differently to the same 'moves'. Generally I go this way:
1] Watch someone from the sidelines. Get a feel for what type of person they are before you make your move. If they see you looking at them that's okay but don't stare at them. And don't look away suddenly if they look at you.
2] Move a little closer and make direct eye contact with them. Act natural, don't stare at them creepily. Smile with your whole face ie eyes and mouth. Try not to look like a douche.
3] If they have responded positively go over and say 'Hi'. Make some chit chat that requires them to chit chat back. Listen to what they're saying and respond to that.

4. What is your sexual healing?
~ The Love of a Good Woman. Or a Bad Woman.

5. Would you attend a class that taught you how to have an orgasm?
~ I think most men know how to have an orgasm since they start training during adolescence (which is not to say I didn't have a bit of trouble figuring it out at the beginning). I would definitely attend a class on how to make my partner orgasm/orgasm better.

Bonus: In which areas of your life are you overly confident?
~ Driving. I'm pretty good. No accidents for 30+ years. I usually drive at the top end of the speed limit, sometimes over. Driving on the European autobahn's is great - no speed limit (or a very high one).

Double Bonus: You can read about Masturbation Monday here. I thought my #SoSS post was good but no one read it.

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, April 16, 2018

Pierced pussy

Stardate: 20180416
Status: Still no sexual contact with any local Lifeforms. It has been 48 days since my last encounter. 
Communication: Not much discussion with local lifeforms. Local lifeform has described me as 'grumpy' and 'no fun'; and asks me "what my problem is" and "why do I want to be around someone who has such a negative view on life". I am unable to answer since questions are always asked in the presence of others, most usually a minor. 
Prospects: Minimal. Best prospect is currently undergoing a hormonal shift, which occurs every lunar cycle on this planet.
Short term solutions: Continuing to read and watch what passes for solo sexual entertainment on this planet, when opportunity arises. Which is not often.  
Long term solutions: May have to move rocketship elsewhere to investigate other Lifeforms. This will be difficult given my own Lifeforce is draining rapidly. Every day I grow weaker. I feel like I am dying.


Some questions for you dear reader[s]:

Women ~ Do you have any body piercings on your nipples and/or genitals? Does your partner? Do you utilize them sexually ie do they actively enhance the sex (as opposed to just making you feel sexy for having them)? If you don't have any piercings would you like to? 

Men ~ Do you have any body piercings on your nipples and/or genitals? Does your partner? Do you utilize them sexually ie do they actively enhance the sex (as opposed to just making you feel sexy for having them)? If you don't have any piercings would you like to? 


This post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday. You can (and should) read the story behind sub-Bee's photo here. Click this link for more stories like mine!

Sunday, April 15, 2018

@kataxennakova for #sinfulsunday πŸ˜‡

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@kataxennakova for #sinfulsunday πŸ˜‡
#fetishmodel #rubbermodel #rubberfetish #latexmodel #latexfetish #neroblogshere

Saturday, April 14, 2018

OPP: #SoSS - April 14, 2018

Image from May More © Heading Up To A Crescendo
Warning: this and other images in her post may induce arousal*
The #SoSS meme is a roundup of favourite blogs I’ve visited this week. In order not to duplicate what others have done for #SoSS (Share Our Shit Saturday) (or Sunday if you forget/run out of time) I’m going to give you links to some of their older stuff - because I think their complete blogs are worth reading. Click the links for the full stories, because these are just excerpts.

May More ~ If Sex Matters - "Heading Up To A Crescendo"

May has written up an account of a very hot date night she had with her man this week. Given the sorry state of my own love/sex life I shall cling to the idea that it's all a work of fiction. Otherwise, I might as well slash my wrists pack up my bags and go home: 
Leading me to a post in the sitting room he tied my hands above my head and explored me. Undoing some buttons and pulling up my skirt until he could see my stocking tops. His hands felt down the front of my knickers, feeling the smoothness of my newly shaven cunt, seeking out my moist, hungry slit and inserting a finger.

“Good. Wet girl…” he purred in my ear, sniffing his fingertips.

Grabbing a leather swat he lashed my arse with a couple of smacks.Gasping with delight I stuck my bum out for its punishment. The material was warm yet sharp on my skin as he beat my backside with it. Grabbing my hair he pulled my head so that my generous lips – his words for them – were just resting on his swollen knob.

“Look at yourself in the window and see how well you suck…”
I obeyed and watched my mouth consume the top of his cock. This was a first for me and I was fascinated. I pulled back slightly 
and... [much more]

Lascivious Lucy ~ Julia's Trolls

The byline to Lucy's blog is 'Paranormal erotica and sexy supernatural stories'. Fantasy is not my usual genre but I always check her blog out because when I find a story I like I really like it. This one is a great example - it's just a bit out of my comfort zone but it's so hot I still got caught up in it. I like stories with a dark, kinky, or twisted edge to them:
The troll made sounds of appreciation as she stroked his cock, but he seemed to quickly tire of that. He shrugged out of his bear fur and spread it on the ground. He sat down on the fur and tugged on her arm to join him. She knelt next to him, and he lay on his back gesturing at his cock. He said something, but she didn’t understand the words he’d used. 
Julia bit her lip and swung a leg over his waist. She rested her pussy over his cock, sliding over it. She felt every ridge of his cock tease her clit. She rocked and slid, letting her wetness lube him up. She heard the other troll moving around behind her. She hoped he was only interested in getting a closer look. Her troll clasped her hips, grinding his cock into her. 
She shifted her position, and placed his massive cock at the entrance to her vagina. The troll already seemed aware of being careful with a human. He held himself still. She felt the head of his cock start to press into her. The stretching was intense. It reminded her of being fisted – the same profound stretching that straddled the line between pleasure and pain. Once the head was in, she... [much more]

Judy Kemp ~ Frolic Me - "Workout Wank"

Judy Kemp is an erotic writer who submitted this story to Frolic Me, an aggregate site that Posy Churchgate tipped me off to. It's a sex/erotica site not a sex blog, so perhaps I've broken the SoSS rules by featuring it but {damn!} after reading May More's post I needed some relief. (Because we're not allowed to get off on fellow sex bloggers' posts, right? Poor etiquette I'm told):

I close my eyes tightly and I know my teeth are bared. It’s always like this when I masturbate. I like to keep it going for as long as I can, but I can feel I’m going to cum soon. I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room, my legs wide apart, sliding my fingers up and down my soaking sex, pushing my hips up, teasing myself with a quick rub of my clit. I still feel a little ashamed doing this, which is part of the reason it turns me on so much. 
Now my breathing is ragged and I speed things up. I squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple; sharp fingernails in the soft flesh. I like the pain. It makes me feel bad. I’m close now. I know what I have to do to bring myself off and it’s always the same: I think about a guy. Any guy will do; maybe someone I know, someone I’ve seen, or just someone straight out of my imagination. 
But he has to have a big cock. That’s always part of the fantasy. It has to be so big that I know it’ll hurt me. I imagine him spreading my legs. I gasp when I see the size of it. I tell him I don’t think I can take it, that I’ll be too tight, but he sticks it in me anyway and really gives it to me, hard and deep. Sometimes it’s rear entry. That can make it more arousing; make it more impersonal. Like some total stranger fucking me at a wild party. 
As my fingers rub faster, I think of him grabbing me, stripping me. He takes his clothes off and he’s hard and huge. He’s rough with me and doesn’t waste time with foreplay. He just sticks it in. It hurts, but by that time I’m so wet I can take his full length. He grabs my breasts and has me grinding against him to get more. He slaps my ass, he pulls my hair and all the while he’s pounding into me, giving me what I so badly need, the sweat streaming off both of us. Then he flips me over and sticks it in from behind. He’s in real deep. I push my ass back to get more. I tighten myself so he grunts with pleasure, my breasts swaying as he... [much more]

This was me last night, for #fetishfriday πŸ—

via Instagram

This was me last night, for #fetishfriday πŸ—
Nah, just kidding. It was way too cold!
πŸ“Έ via @creepyyeha
#fetishwear #fetishmodel #fetish #hunk 

Friday, April 13, 2018

I’m no Russian cheerleader but...

via Instagram

I’m no Russian #cheerleader but I hope cooler heads prevail in Syria right now. I hope @realdonaldtrump isn’t falling for a #falseflag operation. 

Thursday, April 12, 2018

OPP: The Dancer

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous (scroll to bottom for more info) 
(FYI: links in this post are good)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "One weeknight last month, Ace and I went to one of those edgy, interactive theater/dance performance shows that are all the rage in NYC these days. Walking up to the long line, we ran into a very sexy couple who is in our extended social circle. There has"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

The Dancer

by Pervertically Virtuous
black-male-dancerOne weeknight last month, Ace and I went to one of those edgy, interactive theater/dance performance shows that are all the rage in NYC these days. Walking up to the long line, we ran into a very sexy couple who is in our extended social circle. There has always been mutual attraction in all directions, but we had never gotten a chance to play. So everyone was in a good mood as we decided to watch the show together.
The show was good. Not a sexually/sensually life-changing experience as it apparently has been for some (it's hard for me to have one of those at this point in my life), but very entertaining, visually stunning, and acrobatically impressive. It was a huge cast consisting of many chiseled, gorgeous bodies that presented a true feast for the eyes and a tickling of the groins, especially since they came close to you, touched you, played with you... Adding to that our own night-long playfulness with the other couple, and the result was a very titillated PV.
I couldn't help but notice the couple of Black men among the dancers. One of them, in particular. He was tall, late 20's, handsome face, ripped body. I automatically assumed he was gay, but still flirted with him as much as I got a chance over the course of the show. When the show ended, we all stayed and hung out at the bar. The Dancer showed up and got a drink, and somehow got pulled into our conversation. Ace was busy flirting with someone else, and the Dancer and I ended up chatting for a while, flirting more and more openly. Ace would drop in and out of our conversation, just enough to make it clear that I was married to him, yet he was not only not angry, but actively encouraging of my flirtation. After the Dancer's initial shock at this realization - he confessed to not being used to being amidst openly sex positive and nonmonogamous people - he became intensely interested in getting to know us better.
We considered taking him back home with us that night, but there were competing interests: The sexy couple, who live only a few blocks from our house, suggested the four of us could share a cab home and stop at a bar nearby for drinks and some private time. That had to take precedence. (And it was the right choice to make: We had a very fun, very heavy make-out session at this mostly-empty neighborhood bar, providing an hour-long, R- bordering on X-rated performance for the pleasure of the few patrons who couldn't take their eyes off us.)
A few days later, we decided to go out for drinks. It was not an ideal evening for hooking up -  I had just gotten my period, and Ace was in town (and although he's become open to the idea, I still try not to see other people's separately while he's in town). I wouldn't normally just go out without planning on fucking, but it was the Dancer's only night off all week, I was leaving town for a few weeks, and Ace had a date with someone else, so I thought it'd be a good idea to touch base with the Dancer before going away. He also seemed like a nice, interesting guy that may warrant more than a fuck.
We got a glass of wine and a light snack at a bar close to my house. We had a lovely, sexy, engaging conversation, and when we were done, I asked him to walk me home. I was honestly not planning on taking it to anything too serious , but I had to sample the goods at least. I was dying to see and feel what was hiding in his pants.Would I be a lucky gal yet again? So, as we were walking down a dark, deserted back street, I stopped and kissed him. He was a good kisser. We started making out in the middle of the street, our bodies in a tight embrace. I ran my hand underneath his shirt - lovely 6-pack, only a little bit of hair. I then slid my hand down over his jeans and was pleasantly greeted with a very big bulge.
That changed things a bit - it made it much harder to go with the original plan. Feeling that massive cock in my hand was extremely compelling: I had to play with it at least a little bit, maybe just taste it. We got to my building and we started making out in the stairwell. But I wanted more, I had to take him upstairs. I texted Ace to see if he was still busy with his date, and took his lack of response to mean that he was. I let him know I was taking the Dancer upstairs for a little bit and then ran up the stairs as fast as we could.
We started making out as soon as we walked in, leaned against the hallway door. That is when I first unbuttoned his jeans and out popped a beautiful, enormous black monster in all its glory. I gasped and marveled at it for a few minutes, stroking and licking it. With his cock in my hand, I dragged him over to the couch in the living room and got on top of him. I told him I was on my period and that he's going to owe me one or two. He didn't seem too disappointed. I think he felt like he was already getting more than he had hoped for.
We took most of our clothes off, kissed, and groped each other's bodies for a while. I would go back and forth between rubbed my panties-covered crotch against his manhood, and trying to get as much of it in my mouth as I could. He was too thick to deepthroat - wouldn't pass through my mouth cavity. When he could take it no longer, he asked if he could cum. I sped up my hand motions, keeping his cock firmly in my mouth, until he blew a big load down my throat.
I was really aroused by that point. He stayed hard and we kept making out. I had to have an orgasm somehow. I asked him if he minded some blood. I'm not a big fan of menstrual blood (other types of blood are a different story), but I don't mind it too much in a pinch (and this was a pinch for sure). He said he "wasn't there yet" in his sexual openness and comfort. So I went for Plan B - getting my throat fucked while I masturbate.
I took him to the bedroom, positioned him on top of me in just the right angle for mouth-fucking, and planted one hand firmly on my clit. He proceeded to fuck my mouth as he would fuck a pussy, which is an incredible turn-on for me. He wasn't the most amazing lover, but it may have been that he was just being cautious and reserved. Given that I was married, he didn't want to overstep any boundaries, and since I was clearly the more experienced one, he let me take the wheel and just followed my lead. Which I was totally fine with. I came twice, the second time at the same time as he was cumming down my throat. It was really hot.
We laid on the bed for a few minutes after our second orgasm to collect ourselves.
"I guess you don't owe me any," I smiled, very happy at how things had turned out. I walked him out soon after, promising to call when I'm back in town to continue where we left off.
My husband came home barely 15 minutes after the Dancer left. He loved hearing the story, and I was so glad he was overcoming his discomfort at - better yet, embracing - the thought of me having gotten fucked just minutes before his arrival home.
He, himself, ended up having a chance to get laid on his date, but that didn't become apparent until it was already quite late, he was tired at that point, and he felt fairly satiated from a busy week over the previous few days. So he declined. He actually felt quite good about being OK declining sex with a new partner. A sign of a good week, indeed.
Pervertically Virtuous | April 12, 2014 at 11:25 am |

In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of P.V.'s. 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.