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Posted:Aug 11, 2008 8:37 am
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I have noticed many bloggers adding their profile to their blog so we have decided to do the same. Here is our profile for you standard members:
We are the wylds. We are not new to the lifestyle and have been to Menages in nashville a few times and have made a few great friends. Locally we are getting to know a few people and getting close to setting up a time to have some fun.
J (Male half) is outgoing, charming and the social butterfly of the couple and recruiter, he does go solo but only with L's (Female half) blessing. Sex is just sex to him and feels chemistry and friendship is not required but desired. As long as the attraction is mutual he is ready to go. He can be romantic and seductive or lustful and dominant. The mood will dictate the style of intercourse. He aims to give you an orgasm every time and unlike most men he will take directions on how to best give you an orgasm.
L (Female half) is shy at first. When she gets to know you and feels relaxed she opens up more ways than one. She is Bi and enjoys exploring a womans body. Friendship and chemistry is a must. If she does not feel the chemistry, then she does not feel it, she will walk away and hope you understand. She has the green light to go solo but has not of yet. She is not interested in meeting men at the time. AGAIN NO MEN unless its part of a couple she likes. She prefers to flirt and be intimate with male friend she has known for years than a total stranger. She is into exploring her BI side at the moment. She loves to be seduced and foreplay. Fail at both and you will not get to play. She loves to dance. If your a great dancer and kisser then you have a chance.
Overall we are a great couple who love eachother and are secure in our relationship. We bring no drama.
My Ideal Person:
We are looking for honest and good hygiene females and/or couples who we can explore our sexuality with and can become friends with. We are mainly looking for friends with benefits. Couples with stable relationships are prefer but would not mind single females who do not have an agenda.
Update: We have had a ton of single males and very very few single females. For now we are putting a hold on single males. As for single females we would love to have you in more ways than one.
What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A bed, A dark back alley, A movie theatre, The stands at a sporting event, A remote wilderness spot, Under a waterfall, My desk at work, A swimming pool or hot tub, A store dressing room, An elevator, A hotel room, Anywhere
What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Giving Oral Sex, Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Toys (Vibrators/Dildos/etc.), Light Bondage, Spanking, Role Playing, Threesomes, Participating in Erotic Photography, Handcuffs/Shackles, Blindfolds, Leather, Latex, Massage
Have you ever had cybersex?:
I've tried it, but it's just not the same.
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Man taking it up the butt, Gay or not??
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Posted:Jul 31, 2008 8:41 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2009 1:30 pm
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I am sure this has been written about but I am curious does a finger up the butt make a man gay? And the fact that it felt good make it conceivable that eventually down the road he would want a man's cock shoved up his butt?
Given the jokes and ridicule people make about men being on the down low does that not make those that enjoyed a finger or vibrator or even a strap on up the butt make them worried about admitting such a thing.
Lets face it we men love to be macho, a woman getting it on with another woman hell yes. A man and another man, hell no. Pew disgusting. Never going to happen, but yet there are many out there getting busted everyday?
Guys that you would never have suspected in a hundred years taking another man up the butt, and then there are guys your like shit we knew he was a catcher years ago. Why the taboo? I use to interact with a woman on here that had a fantasy about using a strap on on men and lo and behold many guys were lining up. That I will admit freaked me out.
Why shove an object or finger up your butt hole? We men love to stick our fingers everywhere in our nose, our ears, and our belly button why not a finger up the butt as well.
What if you like another man and would love a cock. Honestly why would anyone want to be bi. Its bad enough your trying to be a good lover for the opposite sex now you have learn how to please the same sex? Bad enough you tried to keep your libido in check when you saw the opposite sex now it is set off by many people. Who can live that way, now your small black book is now the white pages? Imagine walking around with that mother fucker.
Honestly how can you keep it straight, obviously your not. But let’s get back to a finger.
The finger it has so many functions, you poke, pick and wave it especially the middle one so why not stick it in your butt?
Some women may be hell stud I will let you fuck my butt if I can shove this up yours. Up mine, up yours lady. Nothing is going up mine. Why the hypocrisy? We would love to fuck a woman up the butt so why not let her use a strap on or dildo in yours; because we are manly men and we are exit only.
I will admit, no not that you pervs, guys that is. I will admit in the middle of intercourse with my wife, she happened to play with my butt with her finger one time. Then she was caressing it, and then oh my God she stuck it in. I was in shock, I was horrified, I I I kinda liked it. It did give me an interesting orgasm. I did cum rather quickly which I believe allowed my wife to set the pace by using her finger to pinpoint the moment she was going to cum to make me cum. Not that she did not trust me to unload a load on her mark but she just wanted total control.
Then it dawned on me, women can control men in bed. If your a woman and the man keeps going and going and going and going, you have finished knitting that sweater, red that book and you legs are just plain numb and you can not feel your body from your chest down and just want him to be done. Just shove a finger up his butt that will end your misery. I tell you what next time your done and he just wants to prove his endurance again just start playing with his ass and I will bet he will cum on command. The power of the finger.
I am not a stud and can not go for hours, but every now and then I do and my wife enjoys that. Most of the time she prefers to be warmed up and penetrated for five minutes and she is happy.
Back to the gay issue. Does a finger up the butt make you gay? Well is it attached to a guy? Then no. Does a vibrator or dildo make you gay? Is it attached to a guy then the answer is no. How about a strap on does that make you gay? Again is it attached to guy? No then the answer is a resounding no. How about a live warm alive cock does that make you gay? Is it attached to a Guy? Yes then you are fucking gay. Or possible Bi, if your still into women. If you look at a women and nothing happens but yet when you look at a gay something rises then you so fucking gay. If it rises for both you are bi.
Nothing wrong with that, to each their own. But getting back to my wife violating me. After it was over I played it off as yeah hunny that was interesting I had an intense orgasm. The next day my butt sore, I was conscience of my walking. What if someone notices? Will they think I am gay? Why do I feel so ashamed? It is bad enough the doctor violated me during the colonoscopy but at least he was nice enough to drug me.
That was my mindset. Some months later there she goes again playing with my butt but now she is teasing me with a vibrator. It felt good as she tried until it was not going to happen. Now we have graduated to a vibrator, how long before she brings biff home and says want to try out my piece of ass. Hell no not going to happen. I am not gay that will not happen. But the vibrator did feel nice. I am being coerce into be bi, why, oh the horror.
There I was torn between a taboo and a nice feeling. In the end as along as those items my wife decides to play with is not attached to a male schlong then I am comfortable and honest in saying I am not bi or gay. But that is what sex is experimentation. Hell that is why we are all here to experiment. But unfortunately societal taboo steals that exploration from us. In the end you are who you are and fuck everyone else that might want to label you. Might I let my wife try that vibrator again, maybe, but at least I am not a hypocrite, I can hit that cornhole with a clear conscience.
So what have we learned, being bi sucks because you have to be twice as good since your trying to please both sexes? Plus your address book is filled with too many options and you either walk all day with a dripping pussy or a hard on. We have also learned that if your wife, girlfriend or female lover plays with your ass that does not make you gay, just means your open, that too. Now if you let a guy take you up the butt then you’re fucking bi or potentially gay. Hopefully you’re gay so there will be more pussy for me. Yes more pussy for me. We have also learned that if a guy wants to impress you with his endurance you now have a tool attached to your hand that can get him to cum on command, except I do not know if that would work if he is on Viagra I will leave that to you women to discover that on your own.
Tune in next for my rant on why I love boots and mini skirts and the women I wish I could have thanked in person.
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Let it be.
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Posted:Apr 9, 2008 10:21 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2009 2:28 pm
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I wrote this in response to Freelove's post today. I wanted to share it with you.
Your definition of how you prefer marriage to be maybe different from me or many on here as you have stated but we respect eachothers belief. To me marriage is about individuals spending the rest of their lives together. It maybe two or it maybe three or many. How ever you choose to live your life is your own. But many unfortunately are programmed through religion to think a certain way which as you stated robs us.
3 years ago we hit the wall. Same as when a runner hits a wall, you have a decision to make you can either quit or try to work through it. I choose to work through it we did talk and for the first time we were honest with eachother. We realized that we love eachother but would love to explore things together and individually. It does not mean we love eachother less or disrespect eachother. On the contrary we love eachother more and respect eachother more that we are willing to share our soulmates with others.
Its hard enough to live in the closet when society frown and disdains such behaviour when it is natural. What makes our situation worse is we yearn to find another female we can welcome to our home that will have our as my wife is not able to have any. At first we were not sure about it. How do we hide that, how do we explain this is my wife and this is our girlfriend and these are our . My mom I believe would be fine with it in time but her parents would probably disown us.
Dispite all that worry we have decided to proceed and if we find that special female to bare our great. If not then we will continue to explore and enjoy our sexuality. Sexuality is a most human trait. The instinct to be intimate with someone you find attractive. It is so natural but yet we supress it. It can be lustful and/or loving. Ultimately its an enjoyment that makes us alive. How beautiful it is to be connected spiritually, emotionally and bodily. Letting the waves of pleasure cascade over us. How can that be wrong. I wish we could find someone like you nearby. I am sure she is out, ashamed of her feelings and thoughts if only she were to accept that it is natural and not a sin. If only society would let us be. Like John lennons song. No war, all living as one. I only wish I remembered more.
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Sex and Politics
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Posted:Apr 1, 2008 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2008 11:01 am
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This topic is yesterdays news for those not living in NYC, but for those who live their more details come out everyday. This being a sex site I figured why not blog about it.
Spitzer hired a 1000 dollar an hour escort. My reaction is who cares. Bill Clinton got a blow job in the oval office. Who cares. FDR had a mistress on the side, who cares. The ex governor of NJ got a blow job and more from a guy. Who cares.
In regards to the NJ governor, some people care because he was against same sex marriages and supposedly viewed homosexuals as a blight on our society. People cared because he was a hypocrit. Others because, oh may god he fucked a dude. He is going to hell. To each their own.
In regards to Bill Clinton some people cared because he lied to congress. Oh please and Bush lied us into a war, yet no one seems to care about that. Because it is not about sex. Now if Bush had some Jungle fever and was hitting Rice, it would be different. Well as far as we know he isnt but who knows. Clinton on the other hand should have just said its none of your business like his responded recently. And who is to say Hillary didnt hit it as well. It would not surprise me if she wore a strap on and went to town on monica. You never know. But all this is old news or maybe soon to be new news, but who cares.
Spitzer paid for sex while the other two didnt, at least not monetarily. Honestly if I had money to burn and could afford 1000 dollar an hour , I would in a heart beat. Get to taste a different flavor every time, why not. Today I am craving a tall b cup long haired asian. Dial the numbers and wait for the knock on my door.
Next week I might be into chocolate. Or a tall d cup swedish woman. Who cares it is only a 1000 dollars. Thats why its amazing that Patterson his replacement was so forthright with his skeletons. Yes she started but I sure as hell made sure I finished with an exlamation point. She fucked one guy for a few years, I fucked many women in a few years. I guess my question is why do we care about whether our politicians get their rocks off or not.
Why do we judge them to be evil for something that is natural. Their is nothing wrong with sex and exploring it with others. Who says sex is better when you are monagamous. Who says we must be in a monagamous relationship. I know some on here are looking for their ms or mr right. I have no problem with you, I have a problem when you judge me to be a deviant because I do not believe in monogamy. I dont judge you to be weird because you prefer to settle down with just one person, so why should you judge me when I fuck many. As long as I protect myself and I am STD Free who cares.
I have heard how individuals become possesive of people just because they have fucked once. Either they really like fucking many people or lets face it you just were not that good. If he or she is not replying to your emails, you might want to consider you suck in bed. So get use to rosey if your a guy and lady fingers if your a woman, because that is going to be your only monogamous relationship.
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or Fantasy ??
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Posted:Oct 9, 2007 9:30 pm
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2007 8:47 am
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Withdrawn, submissive, and a sense of detachment engulfs you hoping for the moment end. Hoping you live see another day. Days void of emotion and passion and a life sentence of self imposed seclusion. The flip side this is a life filled with bitterness and anguish. Anguished turned violent. Violence and hatred projected towards those undeserving of it.
One moment and one act can change the lives of many. Friends, family members and those hoping to get close become casualties, which set off a chain reaction sucking the life out of the individual and all those around with seemingly no end. This is . Some learn to move on and feel again. Others who embrace the darkness learn to never trust again.
Stimulation, heightened desire and eroticism give life to unending moment of enjoyment. Role playing and acting out ones deepest hidden secrets bring individuals together while increasing ones sexuality. Putting on a mask of another persona, which adds mystery and spice to any relationship. This is fantasy. Individuals walk away with a sense of adventure attained and a cherished moment never to be forgotten and relived over and over again with a smile.
The combination of both and fantasy seem impossible, but can it be achieved? Some may say yes others no. One is a violent act the other of passion and exploration. How truly can you combine the ?
I draw on personal experience tackle this question. If the goal is dominate the partner then would this not be considered BDSM as oppose . We as a couple tried it once but looking back it was more BDSM. It started with her pretending say no, but ended up with her saying yes. If we were truly out the role then there would have been a sense of fear not of enjoyment. If fear were exist then that would mean she did not trust me and if you do not trust someone why would you try such a role . This in reality constitutes a catch 22. There is no way out the scene without fear for ones life.
What is the other alternative seek a stranger. The stranger might actually turn out be a who will do you harm. If you find a recommended individual out the scene, what does that tell you about that individual? Why would that individual want be involved in that kind of role ?
I browsed some of the groups that have as part of their group name. I found not one mention of . They discussed a lot about rough sex but not of . Then if it is rough sex that women crave then no wonder men are interested. But why not call it the rough sex group instead of . And if women associate rough sex with then does that not explain why men get so easily confused, which we will not go into. That is easily a whole other post.
I can never see myself rip my wife’s clothes off of her body, spread her legs and ram in while holding a weapon in my hand and scaring the hell out of her. I can not see myself doing that. Everything leading up to the weapon I can see myself doing. Who does not like to dominate or be dominated, but again there is a difference. The more I think about it the harder it is for me to except a rational explanation on how a could be a desired fantasy. Maybe some one on this site can try to explain that to me. And if I do not feel it is valid, then we can agree to disagree. And be civil in your defense if you find fantasies enjoyable whether you’re the doer or the recipient. I may not agree but I will likewise be civil in my response. The forum is open.
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Solo Act: Cheryl: Happy Endings
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Posted:Sep 7, 2007 4:58 pm
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2007 10:22 pm
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I embraced her tight and locked lips passionately as man condemned to life of future celibacy. Laying on our side my cock grew erect and I began to rub against her clit. After a long while of kissing and rubbing she spun me on top of her as I slipped inside her. She was dripping wet and I wanted to explode inside her. She pushed me off and handed me a condom. I was by no means going to pass up on being deep inside her just because it felt better with out a condom. Besides she did not know who I had been and vice versa. But those few seconds where precious and very intimate. I slipped it on and slid back in. My body was at an angle that was hitting her clit just right. After a while my back got tired and I looked for a way to stay at that angle by looking for something to support myself with. She told me to clasp my hands with hers and use them as support. She was amazingly very strong. Working at a stable does wonders for an upper body.
I continued to slide in and out of her faster and harder. I felt her juices drip down my balls and onto the bed. I began to smack against her until I felt waves and waves of great sensations. She folded her arms and brought me forward as we locked lips again. I brushed her hair back and looked into those baby blues. I did not want to leave. Something about those baby blues seemed so comforting, so relaxing and so serene. She asked if I wanted to stay. I told her I could not that my mom would be wondering where I was at. As soon as I said it, I felt like such a loser. She smiled and said she understood. I went to the bathroom again and cleaned up. When I got back she had the lights on and started to get dressed. I got dressed as well. She walked me to my car. I took her hand and brought her close to me and began to passionately kiss her again. I began to tell her that I really wanted to stay, but before I could say the word but she placed her index finger on my lips and gave me a passionate kiss. She told me that I better go. I embraced her tight again and kissed her passionately again and stared into her baby blues. God I was pleasantly drowning in them. I let go and got into my car and drove off as I watched her get further and further away in my rearview mirror.
It was a magical erotic night. For those long hours I had no worries. I did not care about my fathers ailing health; I did not care about the mortgage and did not care about work. I had been free of all obligations. It was a great feeling be free of the shackles of life. Living life for the spur of the moment. Then my phone beeped, it had found a signal. Just like that reality hit. The fairy tale ended. The worries returned and the greatest fear of them all, how do I tell L that I made the moves that led to a very intimate night of passion. I checked my messages. I figured my mom would have called asking where I was since it was almost 4 in the morning. L had left 3 messages. She never called me as often when I visited Bloomington, but then again I never went on date before. I got home and took a shower. I got into bed and the phone rang. It was L. She asked why my phone had been turned off before. I told her that I was in a cabin in the middle of no where. She asked if it was with Cheryl. I said yes. She asked if I had a good time. I told her yes I did. She asked who made the moves. I hesitated. After a long pause she asked louder who made the first moves. Even before I could say I did, she hung up on me. Welcome back to reality. I was so screwed in a very bad way. I broke my promise. I began to feel guilty about what I had felt, the joy, the passion and the intimacy of the night. I finally fell asleep.
I awoke and headed back home to Louisville. When I made it to 65 I began to call L but she did not answer. I was in the house. I got home ran some errands and took care of the dogs. As I lay on the bed with my baby girl to my side I heard the front door open. The moment of truth had arrived. She came up the stairs and asked if the dogs had been taken care of. I told her they had been. She went off fixed herself something to eat. After she finished she returned to the bed room.
Her eyes glistened and became watery. I asked her to come to me. As she did she asked me if I loved Cheryl. I told her no, that I loved her and no one else. She asked if I was sure. I told her yes. She asked me why I broke my promise. I guess saying I was horny was not a good answer. When the reality was I was a sucker for baby blues. So I told her the truth. I was mesmerized by those baby blues.
She asked me to describe them and what I felt. The more I described her eyes and what I felt the more L got turned on. Did you kiss she asked. I told her yes. She wanted me to pretend she was Cheryl and repeat everything I did last night.
I caressed her face and brushed her hair back and kissed her neck. I outlined her lips and kissed her passionately. I ran my hand up and down her front while occasionally cupping her breast. She moaned and arched back. I undid her blouse and got them and her bra off. She sat on my lap and I took off my shirt. We embraced as our bodies touched. I continued to kiss her passionately for a while. I motioned her off and laid her down on the bed. I pulled off her pants and then her underwear. I stripped down as well. I kissed her neck, her lips and made my way between her breast and down past her navel.
Did you eat her out baby, she said. Yes I responded. She wanted me to demonstrate. I began to tease her until I focused on her clit. I held onto her thighs and flicked her clit with my tongue rapidly until I made her cum. I moved up and slid inside her as I glanced into her eyes. Sliding in and out as I kissed her passionately while caressing her cheeks with my hands. It started out in intimate slow rhythms until I began to pound her. Our bodies smacked against each other as I thrust harder and deeper into her until I released my warm juices into her as she climax as well. I looked into her eyes and we kissed passionately again. She asked if I was this intimate with her. I told her yes. She asked if I loved Cheryl again. I told her no. She is the person I have chosen to spend the rest of my life with. She kissed me passionately again and asked when she would join us. I told her in time when our schedules matched. She mentioned she could not wait, Nor could I.
All was forgiven. I would never forget that night of passionate intimacy. I would have to admit that I did not love Cheryl but did have some feelings for her, which made it one magical erotic night. A night when time stood still and all else ceased to exist. Aside from when we escape reality by going out of town on vacation, I have never felt that sensation of freedom. I have been with four women since we have gotten together, myself and L, but never felt the way I felt that night. It was warm, intimate, passionate and loving as well. I may not love Cheryl but a different time different place and who knows, what if. What if I had not moved away, what if I had returned for her 18th birthday and swept her off her feet. The reality is I married someone else but it never lasted. Reality is I ran into L who taught me how to love again. Nine years later and we are still going strong. I have no regrets. But it is always easy to think what if when you have something secured in your life. I am one of the fortunate ones.
Cheryl is currently engaged and getting married to her ex in October, but some how I have a feeling that I have not seen the last of her. Some how, some way our paths will cross again. Maybe she might finally get her threesome or a repeat of our magical night. Regardless I have memories that will never be taken away and will remain vivid in my mind thanks to this post. Thanks Cheryl for a magical intimate night. Long passionate kisses.
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Solo Act: Cheryl Wet Embrace
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Posted:Sep 4, 2007 10:14 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2007 11:59 pm
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I caressed her face and her neck with my hands and lips. After a long while I began to cup her breast as her body would arch back. I pulled her shirt off and easily undid her bra with one hand while caressing her breast with the other. I laid her on the couch and began to kiss her neck and slowly made my way around her perky small breast. I continued to venture further south past her navel as she guided my head downward. She wanted to be eaten out and was not afraid to take matters into her own hands. I was more than happy to oblige. I undid her pants button and unzipped her fly and lowered her pants. As I lowered them I noticed she had no underwear on. I got them off and spread her legs.
I teased her by nibbling on her thighs and every so often licking her in a circular motion. In one of those teasing moments that I licked her clit she held my head in place. Unable to move away I took the hint. I licked her lips in a circular motion and suckled on her clit. She had a sweet sweat smell. I would continuously outline her lips and suckle on her clit until she grabbed my head and buried it between her thighs when I focused on her clit. She wanted me to focus on one thing and one thing only. I began to flick my tongue back and forth on her clit slowly and every so often increasing the speed. I would flick back and forth rapidly and every so often suckle on her clit. Her body arched backwards and her pelvis upwards while she held on to my head. She dug her fingers into my scalp until she pushed my head away.
She got up and began to take my shirt and the rest of my clothes off. There I stood naked and fully erect. She got down on her knees and went to town. She devoured my hard erect cock. She almost was able to deep throat me. She was a pro. She had one hand at the base with my balls on top and her other hand on top the other hand holding my cock firmly, while her mouth, lips and tongue did the rest. She savagely fucked me with her mouth. When I began to jerk forward her hands let go of my hard shaft and dug her fingers into my buttocks awaiting my juices in her mouth. I wanted it to continue and release it all in her mouth but I want to feel her other lips around my hardness. I pushed her off. She asked if I had cum. I told her that I wanted to be deep inside of her as I motioned her to get up and turn around. She let me know that she did not want that. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
She lay down, spread her legs and motioned me to get between her legs. She handed me a condom and guided me in. She was nice and tight. I began to motion back and forth slowly, and every so often kiss her. She grabbed my butt and motioned me to go faster. She wanted to hear our bodies smack against each other. She dug deeper with her fingers wanting me to slam harder into her, I pounded her savagely so hard I felt I was going to send her through the wall, but that’s how she wanted it and it felt so great until I led out a loud grunt. On the last plunge in she slammed me deep inside her and held me there for a long while as her body arched up. After a few moments she let go of my buttocks and leaned up to kiss me passionately. There I was deep inside her kissing her like there was no tomorrow enjoying every moment as though it would be our last. I stayed hard for a long while staring into those baby blues. I pulled out and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I got back and it was her turn to go. When she got backed we continued to caress and kiss until I fell asleep for a moment. I opened my eyes only to see her staring at me with those baby blues and giving me a smile. I caressed her face and ran my hand through her long hair. We began to embrace again and make out. It was 1 in the morning and I needed to go and let her know that. But those baby doe like blues were just too enticing. I lost myself again. I said ah hell.
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Closet
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Posted:Jul 2, 2007 2:54 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2012 5:06 pm
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The title says it all. No we are not gay, but my wife is Bi. Nonetheless we hide under a veil of secrecy and wonder if others feel the same way.
We have a weekend nite alone, we have a weekend nite with friends, and of coarse we have a weekend nite with swinger friends. Whether it leads to anything or not, it matters not because we still have to hide the fact from others.
Especially with the revival of supposed morals and conservatism we have to live life on the down low. Funny thing is the same moralistic and conservative chest beaters are the same ones that lead a double life. Either they are gay or have a mistress or darling whom they parade around at swing clubs and meeting without the significant other knowing.
Why the hypocrisy? Why do people judge? Who are they to judge? If we are comfortable enough with our relationship to bring another or individuals into our marriage why should society care. We enjoy sex. We enjoy new experiences gained through the exploration of another woman.
You would think sex being natural everyone would be understanding of ones impulse to explore another body.
I have spoken to many couples and all with one exception agree that they have fantasies about being with someone else. Some have even indulged themselves. But of coarse everything is kept a secret. Others only wish but are afraid to follow through. One of coarse is the fact that they may get caught or if they were ever to be honest about their desires, their insecurity about their spouse's devotion end those thoughts. Should that not be an indication that maybe you should be more open and communicate more with your significant other.
I'm not saying that by not be a swinger you do not love your significant other. I am just saying that maybe its just not you thinking about exploring a swingers life, maybe she/he is also thinking about it. And instead of thinking oh my GOD you do not find me attractive, maybe listen and be honest. Swinging is not for everyone.
Some are naturally more jealous than others and as well as insecure. But others lead lives of silent desperation. If only they had the courage to be honest.
Unfortunately our present society with all the brimstone and fire does not allow for one to indulge and be open about ones sex life. I am not saying I want to voice out to the world that I want to sleep with numerous woman and see my wife get gang bang. ( note to men I am just exaggerating she is not interested. Just a comment to emphasize a point.) But if someone suspected that they would not judge and keep it private, not convene a jury at the water cooler and give dirty looks and leave scriptures about Sodom and Gomorrah on my desk. I am not going to hell and do not eat dead fetus, thank you very much. When did sexual experience become taboo? I guess I missed the memo.
If every ethnic race can have a parade in New York, if Gays and Lesbian can have a parade, why cant we come out of the closet and have a parade. Oh that's right we call them meet and greets. Very hush hush. I guess that will have to suffice for now. Till we have a parade I will just have to stay in the closet, but I will still enjoy the meet and greets. LOL
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Cherry Popped Part III
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Posted:Jun 21, 2007 10:55 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2007 3:05 pm
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Sadly occasionally I almost nodded off. Surprising L who always needs sleep was the one with lots of energy. Much to my surprise I finally did nod off because when I awoke I was hard as a rock and L was eating Sam out again. Sam noticed my wood, glanced at me then glanced a L. L glanced at me and nodded her head. I reached for a condom and slowly slid into Sam.
I started out slow but Sam would have not of that. Even though we were in missionary position she wanted me to pound her. Luckily I was able to oblige. The harder I pounded her, the louder the smacking sound became. From behind I heard moaning. Evidently the sound was getting L hot and bothered. Whether she was touching herself I could not tell. I was focused on fucking the hell out of Sam but the moan did add to eroticism of the moment. I continued to thrust harder until I came. I pressed my lip hard against her and she gave me some tongue. I pulled out and stood up to get rid of the condom.
L sat down on Sam and began to straddle again, clit to clit. After a few minutes of watching them go at it again I got wood again. I began to stroke my cock as they went at it. After a while stroking it was not enough, I wanted to cum again. I got behind L and slid right into her wet pussy and thrust into her. I would intermittently slide out and with the mushroom of my head rub up against Sam’s clit and pussy. Since I did not have a condom on I could not slide into Sam but God did I want to. I wanted to thrust into her and cum inside her and see my juices drip out of her and maybe have L lick her clean, but it was not something we had agreed upon. Between thrusting into L and teasing Sam I wanted to cum again. I grabbed L’s waist and began to thrust hard and fast. She moaned out for me to hold her tight and just fuck her hard. She wanted to hear our waists smack against each other. As I came inside her, she leaned back kissed me and Sam leaned up and kissed her as well. We all kissed for a while until fatigued finally hit L.
L spooned Sam and I spooned L. Morning came fast and knew our pets were starving, as much as we wanted to stay for another round. L and I got dressed and kissed Sam goodbye. As we walked down the corridor L grabbed my hand and held it tight. We exited the building and got within a foot of the car when L stopped. At first I was worried that maybe she was now having second thought until I noticed that glance of sexual fulfillment. She kissed me passionately and asked if I was ok with what had occurred. I responded that I was and that I had enjoyed myself very much. I asked her the same. She responded that she did and that it was very erotic seeing my cock slide in and out of Sam. I told her I loved her. She responded that she loved me too.
When we got home we feed the pets and glanced at each other. We still had Sam’s scent on us as we began to kiss. I believe the scent turned us on as we stripped and she laid down on the bed. She wanted me to take her missionary. She wanted to feel what Sam had felt. She wanted me to pound her missionary style as she relived the night, asking me how Sam’s pussy felt. The description turned her on as she grabbed my waist and motioned me to go faster. I lasted a long while and she enjoyed the long hard fuck, until I came and we made out like horny teenagers. We told each other, “I love you”. We laid there for a while in tie until it was time to get up and go on with what we had planned for the day. The memories of that day remain vivid and erotic. Thanks Sam for popping our proverbial threesome cherry. MUAHHHHH BABE!!!!!! Even though you may never get to read this.
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Cherry Popped Part II
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Posted:Jun 18, 2007 11:52 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2007 3:04 pm
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We entered the room. I gave Samantha a kiss and stepped aside. L began to give her a kiss and Sam continued from where she left off at the parking lot, except L was more than willing to reciprocate this time. I sat down and watched them make out as clothing started to come off. First the shirts came off then the bras as they continued to kiss, lick and suckle on the other’s nipple. Seeing L’s naked chest pressed up against Sam got me hard.
Playfully they fell on the bed and began to take the other’s pants and shoes off. They continued to caress and make out while their fingers made the trek down. The urge to reach into my pants and play with myself increased. Sam began to remove L’s panty. L glanced my way and asked if I was ever going to join. I stood up and walk over kissed L and began to kiss Sam. I was asked if I was going to keep my clothes on or what. As I began to undress Sam went to town on L's clit.
I kept my boxers on and sat on the left side of the bed and caressed L's neck, face and kissed her. I continue to caress the rest of her body as Sam continued to eat her out.
After being pleased at length she wanted to reciprocate the pleasure and switched positions with Sam. L wanted to have a taste and she got herself a full as I caressed and made out with Sam. Before I knew it they were in a 69 eating the other out.
I alternated caress them until L wanted a clit on clit action. She straddled Sam like a lesbian pro. I never knew she had it in her, but she did. Straddling for a while Sam noticed I had gone limp and wondered if I was bored. I responded that I was enjoying the moment. She grabbed my cock and began to devour it. I believe she may have even have deep throated me when she got me hard. L leaned forward and took her turn sucking my cock as well.
I just could not take it anymore I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck Sam but was hesitant and played it safe and grabbed L’s waist lifted her up doggie style and fucked her savagely. She definitely wanted it hard and fast as she slammed against me as Sam made out, cupped her breasts and suckled on her nipple. Occasionally L would lower her legs and rub up against Sam as I thrust into her.
She maintained her position on Sam as I began to thrust harder and faster. The faster I would thrust the more intense they would make out. I tried to hold off climaxing but I was caught up in the moment. L with another woman making out intensely and all of us being naked was just too much. I climaxed inside L and stayed in her for a while. Sam leaned to her left and kissed me and then L leaned back and kissed me. As I pulled out my semen dripped down on Sam’s clit and pussy. That was very erotic. Especially when it became lube as they straddled again. I sat against the bed board and became a spectator.
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Threesome Cherry no more
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Posted:Jun 17, 2007 11:25 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2007 3:03 pm
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All things do come to those who wait. Usually my wife is either tired or does not like the male of the couple we meet. But it was a mutual friend who made a move. We all went out dancing last nite and we will call her Samantha
After two hours of dancing L was tired and wanted to return home. I got the sense that Sam was horny as hell and somewhat buzz, and wanted to have fun but I figured it was just a nice thought. It just was never going to happen. She was a mutual friend and L would choose sleep over sex. Oh well.
While I gave sam a quick kiss she gave me a mischievous grin which I could not understand until L closed in to say goodnite. They hugged eachother and sam gave her a lite kiss on the lips and next thing I know she is devouring my wife. Kissing her neck, cupping her breast. I thought for sure it was going to happen tonite, but alas L pushed away and said goodnite. Sam let us know that if we changed our minds that she had a suite at best western. L said she would think about. Which usually meant no.
Driving home I brought up the kiss and how jealous I was that she got to make out with her and not me. She responded that we were even. You see a month early I made out with goth chick, that is another story. Nearing home I noticed her staring outside and wanting to play with herself. Clueless me took it as we were going to have fun before we went to bed.
We entered the house and took care of the pets and at that moment sam called and asked me if I wanted her. I told yes. She asked if L liked the kiss and wanted her. I told her I did not know. I put L on the phone and after 20 minutes of talking she hung up the phone and asked me if we went to sam's room if I would be fine with it. I flipped it back and asked if she would be fine with me being intimate with her. She answered that she thought she would be fine but really did not know. I decided to take the presure off.
Since I have gone solo a couple of times, I let her know it was her nite. If I just got to watch oh well then so be it. She would dictate the nite. Whatever she was comfortable with would happened.
We arrived at best western and left the car as we starting walking to the door L stopped and asked again if I was ok with this. Again I reiterated that I was fine with it and that only what she was comfortable with would happened. She glanced at me and gave me a deep kiss, took my hand tight and onward we went. We approached the door and knocked. The door opened.
Fade to black and survivor song playing in the background.
Just kidding. Come back in two days and you will know what happened that nite.
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Sex, Fear and loss of Innocence
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Posted:Mar 4, 2007 7:59 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2007 3:03 pm
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How do you go about making new friends on the net? There was a time not so long ago that it was relatively easy. You could go into a chat room see a persons profile and IM them. They were genuine and played no games. Everyone was forthright. It is through those chat rooms that I have met and developed friendships. Friendships that I am thankful and richer for.
Now the rules of engagement have changed. Friendships are no longer a priority. It has become a world of what can I get from them. Can I get money out of him or her? Can I get sex out of him or her? Can I get free boarding out of him or her? What happened to getting to know someone and becoming friends?
The age of the internet was an extension of ones self and the ability to connect to people locally and a far. Long ago after you felt comfortable with someone you could exchange and begin to enrich that friendship. You could gage that person's interest in you based on their voice and interaction. One can no longer do that for fear of ones safety. You have to thoroughly interrogate someone before you have a notion to exchange . Even when you do, it usually becomes the end of the illusion. No more contact, no more calls.
I recently tried to reconnect with an old girlfriend over the net and it just spiraled into a bizarre interaction of exchanges. I was curious about the history of her life between the time I dated her and the present. I was met with hesitation and accusations. Accusations of wanting sex. Is she attractive, yes. Would I like to sleep with her, yes. But I prefer to develop a friendship, or in this case rekindle, and see if the sparks are still there before I even follow through on those thoughts. Once the friendship is established set the ground rules and go from there, but I never even got to that stage. Honestly we never really got to know each other again. Truthfully I wonder why I would want to try when someone does not want to open up.
Which leads me to the following question, if it’s this difficult to rekindle an old friendship how we truly initiate a new one with a total stranger. The net has changed from an extension of oneself to an impersonal and cold interaction. Thus the birth of specific websites like this one and Affairlook. Both are free and accessible to thousands upon thousand of individuals who share similar interest.
The problem now has become who is fake and who is real. Who wants a one nite stand and who wants to develop a friendship? Who can actually read and who needs speak and spell. Obviously many out there lack the ability to read. Let’s take us as an example. If they would bother to read they would know that we are a couple. They would also know that we are seeking females or select couples. When my wife comes across a man that she really truly wants to sleep with she would let that person know. Instead we get bombarded with emails and invites from men.
I guess they feel that by doing so my wife may gain an enlightenment to choose them. Well Virgil there is no Santa Claus for you. Now for Virginia it’s a different story. Why men overlook the written word on a persons profile is a whole other post in itself. I digress. Myspace has yielded no friendships as of yet. Affairlook has yielded some. We have met a few individuals in person and are richer for it. Others are just individuals whose blogs I read and return the favor and who we hope to meet in time. Unfortunately not all are respectful.
Which beckons the question what happened to etiquette and friendship? What happened to the naive innocent days of the internet? Truthfully those days are long gone. We are in the age of well I can not really say. It has all become a mystery. Moments like this make me thankful for what I have, a great loving wife who I would not trade for anything. Whether we live out our fantasies or not in the end it matters not we have each other and that is fantasy enough.
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Nice People Sleep Alone and Mean People Get Laid
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Posted:Feb 22, 2007 10:34 pm
Last Updated:Jul 8, 2007 10:00 pm
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Some one asked the question where are all the good men. Why do men treat nice women like trash but go gaga over mean women? The answer is we love a challenge. I guess I really do not know the answer. But the question can also be applied to women. Why do women love bad boys but walk all over nice guys?
Humans are funny creatures. We tend to associate kindness with weakness. Maybe it’s this association that women use to justify choosing a bad boy over a nice guy. You know the asshole can defend your honor if he so chooses but will the nice guy get beat up or actually defend your honor. Who knows? If that is not the reason why a woman chooses a bad boy then what could it be, the adrenaline of not knowing if he will be respectful or mean towards you. Maybe women like the excitement of being with someone that is unpredictable and unstable. Oh it could just plain be the misguided belief that they will change him.
We men love nice women but we enjoy bitches. Talking from personally experience we enjoy the power struggle to see who can control the relationship. The fact that everyday is an adventure. Lets face it we have ADD. Why switch channels on remote when your girlfriend is changing moods every half hour. We love it. Constant change. Nice women we devour and walk over while bitches we treat like princesses in hope of dominating them.
The reality of the situation is while we may want that excitement, we can actually create it with someone we love and can be nice with. I believe the older we get the more in tune we are with what we truly want. During my 20's I had to deal with either being nice and sleeping alone or being an ass and treating women like dirt. The sad thing is I had my pick of women when I treated women like dirt as oppose to when I treated them nice. I would sleep with a different woman every night and never call them and sadly they would leave voice mails and when I felt like it, slept with them again. Of coarse being an ass scared away the nice women as well. It became a double edge sword until I decided it was better to be single then be an ass. Yes it meant sleeping alone with my cats. And yes that was the only pussy that I would sleep with but I could at least look myself in the mirror.
Fate would finally reward me as my wife re entered my life. Older and more grounded we knew what we wanted and we wanted a relationship of equality and honesty. In our 20's as exciting or great turn on as it was to fight, it lost its lure, as we got closer to 30. Now we lead a boring life of love and complacency. At least for me I like boring and every once in a while we can pretend. That itself is a different post.
What have we learned, that as young human being we make no sense. The seeks sex and romance in all its naive views. The 20 something has no clue what they want, wild and unpredictable or tame and sane. The 30 something wants love, peace and harmony. Of coarse the older we get the more our views change what are they are well I am not exactly forty yet. I will update this then.
The posed question whats wrong with guys. Look around at your female friends or in the mirror. More than likely if its not you its your friends that created the asses. But then again some are just born that way. I know I have friends that unfortunately represent my sex. Oh well I am married; do not have to worry about ending up with my buddies ex scorn girl friends. To all you singles out there. GOOD LUCK I am glad I am not you.
Kidding aside. Finding Mrs. or Mr. Right may seem difficult but sometimes you get lucky like me and find the perfect mate or you settle for someone with the fewest flaws. And it is those flaws that make them unique. Never lose hope and never seek perfection. Just seek someone that can treat you with respect, love you with all their heart and make you feel secure despite your flaws. That’s perfection.
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