Camping

The tents had been set up as the sun went down on a warm friday evening. Our group of 12 couples made dinner and then ate around the campfire as we caught up from several months of not seeing each other. My wife curled up against me as the fire died down and almost fell asleep in my arms. She soon got up and headed for our tent. I was in the middle of a good conversation so it took me several minutes to join her.
I entered the front room of the tent and I could barely hear her as she moaned softly. I could tell from the sound that she was playing with her pussy. I quietly stripping and then crawled thru to seperator and into the bedroom. A thin sheet covered her naked body but I could see her tight round ass flex as she climaxed while laying on her stomach. I threw the sheet to the side as she looked back at me. She spread her legs wide as I lay down on top of her. I was easily able to push my large hard cock into her wet pussy. We moved into a comfortable position so that I could hold her down to the air mattress. My legs held her calves as I stretched her arms above her head. All she could do was scream into her plush pillow as I fucked her hard. I felt her pussy pulse around me cock as she climaxed over and over again. I stopped momentarily to give her a break and listen to the sounds of several other women climaxing in the night.
She told me that she wanted to hold me tight so we rolled around until she was on her back with her legs and arms wrapped around me. I slowly started making love to her and then as she climaxed I built up faster and harder. She sucked on my shoulder trying not to let everyone hear her cries of passion to little avail. I held her tightly as I growled into her ear as I climaxed into her. She climaxed with me and then several times afterwards as I slowly moved in and our of her. She rocked her hips once last time as she climaxed hard and pushed my now soft cock out of her.
We quickly fell asleep together in the heat of the tent. The next morning we had a quicky as the other began breakfast not too far away. Luckily this time it was faster and quieter as we spooned and fucked.
As we sat around the table eating breakfast we laughed about how noisy it was last night. Someone asked who the noisiest one was and several people quickly pointed at my wife to which she just smiled.

Suck me baby

I love to see you on your knees in front of me as you suck my cock. I love to run my hand thru your hair as your warm wet mouth encircles my shaft. Massage my balls and pull on them lightly as you suck my head. The most sensitive part that will make me cum is the bottom of the head on the side closest to my body. Let your lips glide over that area as you bob up and down on my cock and I will reward you with my cum in your mouth. Swallow it all and I will let you get off of your knees.
MMMmmm...thank you baby. Kiss me passionately I will return the favor.
I'll lay you down with your ass on the edge of the bed. Wrap your legs around my head and stroke my back with your feet. I'll lick your pussy and suck your clit until you climax a couple of times. When you are spent we can cuddle together until we fall asleep.

Good Morning

It's always great to be home on the weekends and to sleep with my wife. I usually wake up before her. I roll over against her and feel her soft warm body against mine. My cock grows hard and I press it against her ass. I'll stroke her leg, belly and breasts until she wakes up. What I really want to do is roll her onto her back, push her legs open, force my large hard cock deep into her tight pussy, and fuck her hard until we both climax together.
Unfortunately she is not a morning sex person like I am, so I just fantasize about it as I press my naked body against hers.
mmmmm......good morning my love.

Biorhythm

Emotional: You want to hide away in the furthest corner. If you can arrange it do it because you're going to have a bad day.
Intellectual: You spend these days without any plan or aim. Also, your reactions leave much to be desired.

This explains alot in how I feel today.

Some of my best friends are sensualists

There are two main ways of doing it: sexually or sensually. Sexualists are into sex. Sensualists are into eroticism: stuff that isn't sex but involves the suggestion of sex. Sensualists are romantic — they set the mood. They notice details like texture and scent. They light candles. They have plenty of time and they are ready to explore the options. Baths have a purpose beyond getting clean if you are a sensualist. You take retreats and sabbaticals. You lie in mud. You kiss for a wicked long time. And I suspect you of liking jazz.
Sexualists, on the other hand, are more enthusiastic, garish, brutal. We're on a mission. Food is something we eat when we are hungry. We don't see the whole picture. While the sensualists toil over preparations for the perfect evening, sexualists make do. We screw in our work clothes at a truck stop in five minutes flat. We're just that way. I'm not waiting around while someone lights some damned candles. If you know what you want, why do other stuff first? We sexualists are propelled forward in life, not sideways. While sensualists luxuriate among the world's endless possibilities, sexualists live with definite goals, which we pounce on and pummel into submission.
I had sex with a sensualist once. He hung his long hair (ugh!) around my face like a tent, cutting off all my light, and said, "How does that look and feel?" Then he paused. I realized he was waiting for me to compliment him on his eroticism — and until I did, he was withholding. Withholding thrusts! So I lied and said, "That's so cool."
Sensualists have sex without orgasms on purpose. They call it tantric sex. I'd call it a bad date. Let's tell it like it is: sensualists are sick. They sniff feet and get a hard-on. I'm fixated on a single star — I jump on a rocket ship and explode in orgasm, and that's it. So much is going onwith those other people. They have a richer world. Secretly, I wish I too could get all excited about colon hydrotherapy and the rest of those wacky fetishes. I just don't understand it at all.
Sensualists do stuff with their fluids. Why? When giving a blowjob, the obvious thing to do is swallow the semen — it's neat, polite, and efficient. I don't smear it or drip it into the guy's mouth, or any of those other things that I know sensual people are going around doing. The guy already came; he doesn't want to be doing anything messy anymore. Getting come sprayed in your hair or on your breasts or wherever is fine, because it adds to the excitement of the ejaculation. The woman gets to be defiled (which is always a good time) and the man gets to actually see his claim being staked on the woman's person. It makes sense. Of course, being a little anemic myself, I always prefer to swallow (for the protein).
Sexualists hate nothing more than someone who takes too long. Oh god it's so awful — they peer into your eyes and they stroke you and say, "Mmm." I read recently that 51% of Canadians surveyed said they valued their partner's satisfaction above their own. Above their own! Quit looking at me, Canadian lover! It's a lot of pressure having someone hovering up there, worrying about my orgasms. Just leave me alone — I know how to get there. I mean, don't leave me alone, but . . .
Sensualists write long letters. Erotic letters should be two lines: "You are the most attractive person I have ever met in my entire life. I'm dying with desire — dying!" This should get your message across with a minimum of fuss. I wonder about people who send four-page single-spaced letters about what they'd like to do. Just come over to my house and do it already! Once you've figured out your feelings, wouldn't acting be the next logical step? The Scorpions said it best: "There are no words to describe all my longings for love."
69 is strictly for the sensualists. They want to have their mouth on an organ, scent in their nostrils and flesh in their fists while you-know-what is going on down there. Not me! I need to concentrate. I can't even think, much less perform, while that's going on. Why do two half-good jobs concurrently instead of two marvelous deeds separately, one after the other? One must prioritize.
One activity I'm not sure about is anal sex. It works and it hurts, two things we sexualists like. But it's considered gross and deviant, so their kind goes for it as well.
I recently learned there are two ways to fuck a tub. In a conversation with a sensualist, it came out that we both masturbate by lying under the bathtub faucet. But she likes to let it just barely dribble onto her you-know-what and let the pressure slowly build, while I turn it up all the way and swivel right up to the opening where the water rushes hardest. That's when I understood: the sensualists are in it for the long haul — they want to be enfolded in sensation, they want to expand their consciousness to the breadth of the universe, encompassing everything. Whereas I want to lose everything. I want to be smashed to pieces. You can tell right away which category people fall under. Well of course if the man has long hair he's sensual. Oh lord, protect me and my kind from the long-haired man and his slithery ways! Dangling hair in their faces, dangling pauses in their speech (to show how meaningful they are), dangling promises (threats) of future love, strange hands and arms dangling allover me. They're big danglers, those sensualists. They wear soft, spongy footwear and sculpt designs in their beards and bestow multitudinous casual compliments to all. They're messy human beings, with all that dangling and complimenting and beard-growing. They're billowing with layers. Layers of issues, layers of scents, layers of spirituality, layers of meanings to their song lyrics, layers of vests and scarves and belts and brooches and other ungodly items I can't imagine having the time to collect, store, coordinate and put away at night. Whereas there's something startlingly accurate about the sexualists. They're unfettered by facial hair or accessories or issues. They have no issues. None! They have one or two beliefs, to which their lives are devoted. You see them so sharply focused, so unswerving, and it's such a challenge . . . you're dying to swerve 'em just a little. The externals might be slightly in disarray (shirt half-tucked-in, half out), but inside they are robots on fire. They can appear cruel and emotionless . . . and, well, on a bad day, they are. But at least they're not hypocrites, issuing protestations of caring for others in order to show off their soul and paw your body. Plus, sexualists have better shoes. I can spot a sexualist on the street blocks away. They pass by me, and I am briefly but utterly possessed by their voracious yet uncaring eyes. Oh my god I do like them. I want to be had in a doorway by each and every one of them. Sexualists burn everything out — habits, towns, lovers — because they are so ravenous. Burn me out, please! Henry Miller and Marilyn Monroe stand out as sensualists. Jack Nicholson is a big sexualist, though I hate to admit he's in our camp because he's such a letch. That's okay — we have Joan Collins and Xena the Warrior Princess too.
Some of my best friends are sensualists. Though I don't understand their ways, and would rather they didn't have their way with me, sensualists do make interesting and loyal friends. Like Rachel. Rachel will dance for hours naked in front of the mirror. If I found myself all alone in the house, naked and dancing, I'd say, "What am I doing?!" and put some clothes on and go back to work. I always read you're supposed to do little things just for yourself to bring out your sensual side, but what kind of game is that? Can you really flirt with yourself? You already know what the outcome is going to be. I can make myself come in two minutes. Why spend two hours? I suppose I admire sensualists for their patience, just as I admire babies for having such a good time with round plastic things all day. I envy aspects of their experience, but finally both babies and sensualists are aliens to me — I can't imagine trading places with either one.
There's more of them. More sexualists were raised Protestant, and more sensualists Catholic. And since the Catholics greatly outnumber us Protestants, so do the sensualists. I see an army of massage-oiled zombies looming and leering, promising pleasure, as we cower, shaking, in the middle of our small wagon-circle defense. It's not enough that they have each other — they want us too! They want to play our bodies like fine-tuned cellos,employing all their acquired love-making skills. But we'll fight for our right to cram our pleasure into a few minutes — a powerful concentration of destructive joy — rather than letting it linger on, seeping all over our precious afternoon. We'll fight for the right to ram and be rammed! Um, do you want my phone number? n°

Original article by Lisa Carver at Nerve.com

Some of the best sex I ever had was with a sensualist. Even though I consider myself a sexualist, I love to spend an entire evening with a sensualist.

So Far Away

Artist: Staind
Song: So Far Away
This is my life
Its not what it was before
All these feelings Ive shared
And these are my dreams
That Id never lived before
Somebody shake me Cause I,
I must be sleeping

(chorus)

Now that we're here,
It's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
All the mistakes,
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
Now that we're here its so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive and Im not ashamed to be the person that I am today
These are my words
That Ive never said before
I think Im doing ok
And this is the smile
That Ive never shown before
Somebody shake me Cause I,
I must be sleeping

(chorus)

I'm so afraid of waking
Please don't shake me
Afraid of waking
Please don't shake me

(chorus)

What once was old is new again

Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you just get blindsided by it. In the rush to get the ball and play the game you suddenly stop and go...... what the hell was I thinking?That recently happened to me.

My wife suddenly decided that she wanted to go back into the BDSM lifestyle. The last few attempts were feeble and half hearted on both of our parts. The truth is that she wont be submissive to me and I wont be dominant for her on a 24/7 basis. This time she chose to go outside the relationship to find someone else to Dom her and see if she could do it. She considers herself a sub but I don't see it. She is more like a bottom. A pain slut. She says that she wants to learn to be submissive again but she is really focussed on enjoying the pain. Personally I just don't understand why anyone would want to be spanked, beaten, torchered and marked. I got enough of that growing up from my mom. The belt is not my friend. She never got spanked by her parents and now she wants it as an adult. Go figure.

OK......so what does a loving open minded hubby do? Pat her on the butt and send her off to be beaten by another man. What else?

She found a Dom thru a website that is willing to give her what she really wants. A good whipping with no real sex. (He is not allowed to insert his cock in her pussy or ass everything else is fair game.) She can give him a bj if he needs to get off afterwards but that's as far as it goes because (A) he's married and his wife says no sex (B) I said no sex. Yes, I trust my wife. She is always honest with me. Even if she needs a good spanking she will not do anything to break my trust in her.

She has had 2 play dates with him and those have been very painful and very satisfying. Tomorrow she has to goto his house for a caning because she procrastinated getting some answers to needed questions to him. She took 9 days to answer 3 questions. I'd be a little upset too.

I have to say that this time I am trying harder to give her what she wants. I do have a very sadistic side and I love to bend her over and spank her. So why am I going WTF? She is the kind of woman that either does something until she is bored with it and throws it away or she sticks with it forever. There's no happy medium. She lived in a Dom/sub relationship quite a few years ago and we have tried playing with it several times since then. This is a huge part of who she is. I'm feeding her addiction for a lifestyle that I have no interest in living for the rest of my life. That's what I am worried about. That this is a life long lifestyle. A way of life. One that I won't give her forever. I may like to play every now and then but I can't do this forever. Wow. I've changed. A few years ago I would have been gung ho to do this. Now...... I've settled down so much that I don't even recognise myself any more. I drive my truck monday thru friday. I come home of the weekends. I play with my wife ;) and my son. I have become a responsible husband and father. I decided over a year ago to leave the playboy swinging lifestyle behind me and be a real man. WTF? I'm just trying to figure out where should I go from here. Do I nuture her need and feed her desires or do I tell her to grow up and be a good wife and mom?

Too many questions and not enough answers.

Happy New Year!!

I'm still alive for 1 more year. I had an active blog and then deleted it. Someday maybe I'll get back to it. Until then:

Happy New Year!!