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Last weekend Rick and I went to our first house party in a couple of years and had a great time. We had met the hosts Ronnie and his lovely wife Alicia several weeks before. After chatting online a few times they invited us to their home one night for drinks and conversation. After we left their home, Ronnie called us to say Rick had left his sunglasses behind, telling him that “you can have them back if I can see Shay’s tits!” We knew he was joking, but when we returned I offered one of my breasts to him in his driveway. He accepted my offer and we shared a fun kiss before hitting the road again.
Then last weekend we returned for more fun. This party was smaller and intimate, with about 6 or 7 other couples. We were the only newbies, as far as I could tell. The others seemed to know each other already, but everyone was very friendly and welcoming. After introductions and the first round of drinks, everyone got naked and got into the pool and/or hot tub. Rick and I made our way into the pool and talked to some people then decided to get into the hot tub. We weren’t groped or hit on by anyone in either place, but we felt comfortable and were having a good time. The guests started to trickle back into the house, and we followed.
We refreshed our drinks and got a snack then Ronnie asked me if I’d like to get back into the pool. I said “yes” so he and I returned to the pool alone. We chatted for a few minutes before being joined by a petite woman named Julia.
“Am I interrupting anything,” she asked?
“Not at all,” Ronnie said.
Julia got in the pool, came over to me and started making out with me. Then she kissed Ronnie. Then I kissed Ronnie, then Julia. We had a nice little threesome makeout and groping session going on. Julia is very petite, as I mentioned before, and has a great little ass. Ronnie commented several times on how hot the two of us ladies looked as we pleasured each other. Ronnie is in great shape and nicely endowed. He pulled a bottle of lube out of the landscaping around the pool, telling me it works well in water. He was right. Whatever this stuff was, it lubed his stiff cock nicely so it slid right in. Julia and I took turns being in the “middle of the sandwich” making out with each other while Ronnie fucked both of us. I was having so much fun I didn’t even notice how much time had passed when Rick came out of the house and sat on the edge of the pool.
“Hey baby,” I said with a smile.
“Having fun?” he asked.
“Very much so,” I replied.
Our little threesome continued a few minutes longer before I swam over to Rick to include him in our fun. At that point, Ronnie and Julia cooled off a bit then got out of the pool, dried off and went into the house. Rick told me how hot it was to watch me and Julia enjoying each other as I reached under the water and discovered his cock was hard. I stroked and licked him for a bit then used some of Ronnie’s magic lube and rode him for a few minutes. Afterward, I asked him if he played with anyone and he said after Ronnie and I came outside, he stayed in the kitchen, chatting with the others and started rubbing Alicia’s neck. After a few minutes she invited him upstairs. Rick said they lay down on the bed and Alicia almost immediately went down on him. After a few minutes, he suggested she climb on top of him for some 69 action. This went on for a while before she told him she wanted Rick to cum in her mouth. Their 69 play continued until he gave her what she wanted by exploding with a mouthful of jizz. She really seemed to enjoy it as she licked off every last drop.
They relaxed on the bed for a bit afterward, chatting before getting up to return downstairs. When he didn’t see me in the kitchen, he came out and found me still having fun in our little threesome.
When we went back in the house, we saw that the group started to wrap things up. We had one final snack and drink before getting dressed to say goodbye. As Rick put his pants on, one of the ladies eyed his cock and said, “Oh, my.”
“You can touch it,” Rick told her.
She grabbed it and giggled. But she didn’t go any further, so he finished getting dressed.
We kissed our hosts as we said goodbye and look forward to playing with them again soon!
(Note: the picture above doesn’t exactly represent how my threesome went down, but you get the idea…)
PS – a few days after this awesome party, I met two new friends – separately – and will write about our sexy adventures soon…
Photo credit: Me
Use these fun tidbits to impress friends at your next house party!
1. Your nipples and your earlobes are spaced apart exactly the same.
Check in the mirror if you don’t believe me.
2. Pink nipple makeup is all the rage in Japan.
The Japanese, bless their souls, are in the throes of pink-nipple mania. Since Asian nipples tend to be browner, there’s a whole cottage industry where women use makeup to render their nips pinker.
3. No two nipples are alike—just like snowflakes!
Even your own nipples are different from one another. Diversity is a strength!
4. The left one is usually more sensitive.
“Erotic sensitivity” of the nipples is more commonly intense on the left side. Correspondingly, nearly two-thirds of women have a larger left breast than a right one.
5. Some people are born with no nipples.
The condition is known as “athelia,” and there are only about 7,000 diagnosed cases worldwide.
6. Some people are born with triple nipples—or more!
Any nipples beyond two on a human being are known as “supernumerary” nipples. One in every 18 males and one in every 50 women has more than two nipples. This means that there are over 27 million Americans with supernumerary nipples. Mark Wahlberg has three. Harry Styles has four. In 2012, a man in India was found to have seven nipples. In the Middle Ages, anyone with more than two nipples was thought to be demon-possessed. It was also thought that the Devil sucked from their triple nipples. The Devil is a stone-cold freak!
7. Innies v. Outies.
An estimated 10 to 20 percent of women have “inverted nipples,” which means instead of protruding, they actually sink below the areola. They are also known as “shy nipples.”
Nipple stimulation affects the same part of the brain as genital stimulation does. A tiny minority of women are able to reach orgasm solely through having their nips caressed.
9. Some nipples get darker during sexual arousal.
This is caused by a rush of blood to the area during sexual stimulation.
10. Then again, maybe she’s just cold.
Although erect nipples can be sign of sexual arousal, they also can get hard merely because it’s too cold. So before you misinterpret her rock-hard nips as a sign that she’s ready to rut, make sure that drafty window isn’t open.
11. Those little bumps on the areola are called Montgomery glands.
These glands were first described in an 1837 scientific paper by William Montgomery. They secrete a white lubricant for the skin, but the reason for their existence remains unclear otherwise.
12. Everyone’s nipples are hairy.
You may not be able to see them with the naked eye, but if you dare grab a magnifying glass and examine, you will find hairs growing on the areola of all adult living human beings.
13. Nipples start developing in the womb before sex organs do.
This is why both men and women have nipples—because they develop in the womb before sexual differentiation does.
14. “The Great Nippulini” has the world’s strongest nipples.
Sage “The Great Nippulini” Werbock has built a career as a “nipple strongman.” His dynamic feats of nipple strength include pulling a 2,200-pound vehicle 66 feet with his nipples. Whatever floats your boat, dude!
15. Some women in Asia suffer from the fear that their nipples will be suddenly sucked into their breasts.
Throughout Africa and Asia, “koro” is a psychological syndrome wherein males dread that their penises will disappear. The female version involves a morbid fear that their nipples will suddenly sink into their breasts, never to be seen again.
16. The nipple-licking drug gangs of Thailand.
In the late 1990s, it was discovered that Thailand’s drug gangs had a widespread practice of having female members smear knockout drugs over their nipples. They would then seduce tourists and ask them to lick their nipples. The tourists would then pass out and be robbed of all their earthly belongings, as well as a huge chunk of their pride.
17. Are you Irish? Then go suck the king’s nipples.
The ancient Irish considered their king’s nipples to be sacred. During royal ceremonies, it was customary for his underlings to suck on his nipples. In power struggles, an opponent’s nipples were often mutilated to prevent them from ever ascending to the throne.
18. Men and infants can lactate.
Newborn infants have been observed with milk leaking from their nipples. It only lasts for a few days. Adult men, especially if they’ve received hormone treatments for prostate cancer, have also been known to excrete milk through their nipples.
19. Nipple cancer is known as Paget’s disease.
Affecting only the areola and nipple, Paget’s disease accounts for between one and four percent of all breast-cancer cases.
20. There’s even a word for having nipples.
That word is “mammillated.” Nearly all human beings are mammillated at least twice over.
Reblogged from Thought Catalog
I need to rant just a little bit.
Rick and I have met several couples in the last couple of weeks. Generally they’ve all been nice and we’ve enjoyed the time spent getting to know them, with the exception of the worst meet-and-greet we’ve ever had. And yet I have been repeatedly baffled by one thing that keeps cropping up:
Why are there no photos of the guy anywhere on the couples’ online profile?
I just don’t get it. If a couple’s profile has loads of pics of the female half, and none of the guy, what does that tell the reader? That the guy is too ugly? Has a little dick? Is old/fat/bald/whatever? If Rick and I decide that the guy’s wife/girlfriend is hot enough to withstand a meet-and-greet, does her husband/boyfriend assume that we’ll be so taken with her that we’ll play with him too, just because he’s with her?
That doesn’t fly with me. At all. If a full swap is expected, then I have to see a picture of his FACE too. Without having to ask multiple times. The double standard here is ridiculous. I asked Rick (who has plenty of pics of his face, body and cock on our online profiles) for his thoughts, and he said that perhaps men just aren’t used to be objectified like women are, so therefore they are uncomfortable putting a face pic online.
WELCOME TO MY WORLD, DUDE. Get used to it.
The other thing that I love reading (insert sarcasm here) on profiles is “due to our high-profile careers, we provide pics only if asked.” Really? Like the rest of us who have pics online DON’T have careers worth protecting? So we have to go through the cat-and-mouse game of nudging, winking, then sending half a dozen messages before we get to see what your face looks like?
That is such bullshit, guys. If you want to play, you have to pay – with a photo.
Some girls like long walks on the beach but I like watching my boyfriend fuck other women. We’re all different.
Found this great post over at thecuriousadventuresofme and thought it worth sharing. Kind of sums up my feelings on polyamory, threesomes and watching dear Rick fuck another woman. Enjoy!
Photo credit swinging4real
Continuing my thoughts on swinging etiquette, I thought I’d discuss another situation that could possibly cause awkwardness – at least, for me it can.
What do you do after playtime is over?
After you’ve gone through the basic “get to know you” stage (i.e. after you’ve determined that a) you’re attracted to your new playmate, and b) you’ve determined that said playmate is not an axe murderer), then generally you move to a more comfortable location and, um, get your freak on.
You have mind-blowing sex, in whatever form that takes, experience multiple orgasms, shrieks heard to the rafters.
What do you do next?
For me I usually lie back and relax, then get up for a drink, or go to spy on Rick. Sometimes I get lucky and can catch him banging another woman before they finish (watching him is a huge turn-on for me). Sometimes my play partner and I will cuddle, which usually doesn’t last long. Then we get up.
From time to time I’ve wondered what others do. Is there a better or more graceful way to end the play session?
I posed this question to some fellow swingers and here’s how they answered:
“You do what feels right: talk, play cards, play games.”
“We use the cool down period to actually get to know them.” (I LOVE this answer. I can just see it now: “You’re a great fuck. I’m Shay, by the way (extending my hand). Nice to meet you.”)
“We usually shower and go to bed!! At a club, “thank you” is sufficient. Our friends, those we have to our home or us to theirs, are very easy; we look at the clock, figure the drive time and act accordingly. Sometimes, there is a last drink, maybe even a little more playfulness, a dip in a pool or its simply, “great time, good night” accompanied by hugs. It just depends.”
“Well you could tell him, now that he has blown his nut, to get off his ass and go make you a sandwich”
“Every situation is different. Number one rule, what would you like to hear when you are done, so act accordingly. If you are not with your spouse, simply state “let’s go look for our spouses”. If you are all together, usually not everyone finishes at the same time, so you either get up and leave for a drink (or a sandwich or you watch until they are finished. If it was a good time, you can cuddle as you watch. When it is over, break the ice with something polite, or all of you get up for that sandwich. If you did not have the best of times, when your spouse is finished, just remind them you need to get up early in the morning or some excuse like that so you leave.
And if nothing else, heed this sage advice from a wise swinger:
“Just treat others as you would like to be treated”.
So I guess I’m doing ok. I try to practice the golden rule whenever possible. As a result, I’ve had mostly decent experiences, and haven’t been in too many awkward situations. Still, it’s always good to know what’s generally accepted.
Couples – how do you handle the end of play session? What are your tips?
This past week Rick and I endured the worst “first date” we’ve ever encountered with another couple. Thank God we don’t typically play on the first date or I think we’d really be hanging our heads in shame.
We met Emmett and Hazel at an off-premise swing club. We arrived a little early to flirt with Rick’s favorite bartender, Nori. Emmett and Hazel showed up about 20 minutes late. We would have totally understood had they lived farther away. But that wasn’t the case with this couple and they didn’t even text or call to let us know if they were still coming or not.
When they arrived I knew instantly there was no chemistry on my part for either Emmett or Hazel. Still, I made every effort to be polite and friendly, in case Richard felt differently toward Hazel. I couldn’t discern how he was feeling toward her, so I made every effort to be good company.
As the evening wore on, Emmett managed to disrespect our server in every way possible, including motorboating her boobs without asking first. We later found out she had just returned to work after having a baby and was still nursing. Nori told Rick later that Willow was mortified and very pissed off about the shoddy treatment Emmett gave her.
Emmett went on to talk about how he ruled his roost with an iron hand. Hazel just sat there demurely. Every 30 minutes or so he would go out for a smoke break. While he was gone, the three of us got on nicely but we knew after reading in their profile beforehand that there would be no threesomes that didn’t involve Emmett. Their profile stated, “He may play alone separately but she never will.” We didn’t question it at the time, since I knew there was no chemistry anyway.
After a couple of hours, we excused ourselves, using an early morning work as our excuse, although entirely true. Two hours of our lives we’ll never get back, but it inspired me to want to share some universal truths about swinging, and some ways we can all be more successful in finding playmates:
- Truth in Advertising. How old are those photos on your profile? It isn’t necessary to hire a professional photographer every six months for updated pics, but if you’ve got less hair and/or more weight on you than you did in those two-year-old pics in your profile photos, that’s unfair and it’s time for an update.
- Personal habits. Do you smoke, even a little bit? Then your profile should indicate as much. There is nothing more unattractive than meeting someone for the first time who lights up every 30 minutes after thinking that he or she might have been a good match (on paper, anyway).
- Being flaky. If your profile says you’re seeking playmates, and you want to meet, then pull the trigger and meet. Very few of us want a pen pal or online chat mate. Vague emails or messages exchanged every four or five days are simply a waste of time. We’re looking to meet like-minded couples for play – in whatever form that takes. But you never know until you actually meet them first.
Which we did with Emmett and Hazel, but it just wasn’t in the cards. But now we know for sure. Remember how mama said first impressions are lasting impressions? It’s doubly important in the swinging world.
We did some of this…
Photo credit: Threesome Pics
March came in like a lion and went out…like a lion. Some days it was hard to comprehend just how much sexy fun we were having. Our bracket was full!
Kicking things off was a weekend visit from Madeline, who is just the sweetest thing. She flew in for a quick visit and we made the most of it. I stopped by her hotel room after work for some play time. She suckled me for a while before we dozed off. There is something incredibly relaxing about nursing. I guess I had forgotten what it was like when I had my own babies years ago – somehow I don’t remember it being that relaxing. LOL Sweet and bonding, yes, but not relaxing.
After we woke up I got dressed and went home where Rick was waiting. I changed then we went back to the hotel to pick up Maddie, initially to hit another strip club, but after more playtime as a threesome, we decided to just eat dinner across from the hotel then go back for more play. It’s such fun for me to watch the two of them interact. He gets a kick out of her playfulness and she is so willing to try new things. In between nursing sessions, which are only about 15-20 minutes, we would take turns sucking his cock, sitting on his face, eating each others’ wet pussies, making out, riding his cock, you name it. After several hours of fun he and I went back home, and I returned the next morning for more girl-girl playtime before her flight. We had breakfast together, went back to the room for a repeat of the night before, then as she was ‘saying goodbye’ to my breasts, she began massaging them lightly. Just caressing them, one then the other, then back again. Her tiny hands felt like feathers as she would take my breast in both hands and run her fingers around the sides then up to my areolas then back around the sides again. I was so taken by how good it felt that I must have zoned out for a couple of hours . When I came to, we finally said goodbye, and I got dressed and returned home.
Next weekend we decided to organize a little party in honor of my birthday and St. Patrick’s Day, so we invited several couples to join us at our local swinger’s club. One couple and one-half of another couple, a beautiful lady named Tricia. I met Tricia online, along with Pam, who brought her husband, Jeff. I’d met Pam online several months back. We’d since met for lunch and they joined us a couple of months ago for a poly group event, so we thought they’d be a fun addition.
The club was full that night, with lots of sexy Lassies dressed in various green outfits. Ireland would be so proud. After several rounds of dancing and drinks, Tricia and I decided to play together in one of the rooms. She was only interested in playing with me, but I wanted Rick to be part of it too, so we invited him in. I soon learned that threesomes only work if all three parties are interested in playing with each other. That seems so obvious now, but I thought that I could play with Tricia and Rick, even if she had no interest in playing with him. It didn’t quite work out that way, though. If Rick so much as caressed Tricia’s arm, she’d chastise him with ‘no touching’. I tried to interact with each one individually but it became more of a frustration to Rick, so he got up and left the room so we could continue our play.
After he left, we focused on each other. I have to say, Tricia knows how to eat pussy. She teased me with her tongue ever so nicely that I enjoyed several orgasms. We got into 69 position with me on top and she said afterward my pussy juices dripped on her face. Very hot. She was delicious. We continued licking each other’s pussies until I climbed off and gave her some focused attention by sucking her clit as I worked her G-spot. She came hard and soaked my hand, wrist and face.
Spent, we rested for a minute before dressing and going back to the group. I didn’t realize how long we’d been gone, and I saw Rick going toward a room with Pam and her husband, saying he was going to play with them. I was kind of surprised, as he had not played with another couple without me, but I was fine with it. Tricia and I went back to our table, had another drink and chatted for a while. I really wanted to watch Rick with another woman so I told Tricia I was going to go find him. She went with me and we found Pam’s husband standing guard at one of the playroom doors and I told him I was going in to watch. He stepped aside and I went inside. Pam was lying on her back with Rick inside her, kneeling, and I think she was right in the middle of a climax. She howled pretty loud and long and I could see that Rick was enjoying it. He told her to turn over after she came down and she obliged. She is in pretty good shape and has a nicely shaped ass. Rick began pounding her doggy-style and he motioned for me to come over and kiss him, which I did. Shortly after, he shot his wad inside her. I left to get some air, as the room was hot and steamy. We decided to leave after they dressed and came out. He said he really enjoyed playing with her because she was so enthusiastic about fucking him. (Not that that’s an unusual occurrence).
All in all, it was a fun way to celebrate my birthday. And we were only halfway through the month. We had two more weekends of fun coming up. Which I’ll post next time. Stay tuned!
I Sent Rick to Get a Massage With a Happy Ending.
Yes, I sent my husband to get a massage with a happy ending. No, he hadn’t been asking me, or pressuring me to be ok with it. It was my idea. As we were driving a few weeks ago we passed one of those typical “massage parlors” and we joked about how many men actually do that and wondered aloud if they really do work the guy up till he cums.
I said, “why don’t you get one and tell me all about it?”
“You’re shittin’ me, right?” was his reply.
“No, I think it would be cool. You just have to remember everything so I can write about it afterward. Or you can write about it,” I said.
He laughed nervously and said, “I can’t believe my wife is suggesting I get a massage with a happy ending…”
The conversation ended and wasn’t mentioned again until last weekend we passed another massage parlor (There are tons of sexually-themed businesses in Houston. You really have no idea.)
“Hey, I want you to do this. Consider it a Valentine’s gift from me,” I insisted.
“I wouldn’t even know how to find a good one,” was his answer.
“I do,” I said, and promptly Googled, ‘Where is the best massage with a happy ending in Houston?” And just like that, several “reviews” of “Happy ending massages” popped up. That Google guy knows everything!
Rick burst out laughing, “I can’t believe you just Googled that.”
So we read a few reviews and checked out some pictures. Rick picked three ladies with positive reviews, then Googled their phone numbers which gave him each girl’s personal ad with photo. He texted each one and requested an appointment. The only one who texted back was Juliette. After they agreed on day and time, the appointment was made.
That afternoon, I sent him a text, asking if he was excited about his “date”. He texted back that he was nervous more than excited. I reminded him to “remember everything” because I wanted to hear about it all.
He arrived at the location, a nondescript office building in an industrial neighborhood, a few minutes early. He chilled out in his truck for a few minutes before going inside. He knocked on the door, which had a peephole. Juliette answered the door and invited him in. She was a tall brunette with big tits and a curvy round ass.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, very professionally. “Come in and make yourself comfortable.”
Rick took that to mean take your clothes off, so he undressed, put his clothes on a nearby chair, put the money on a table, then got on the massage table. The room was really dark, lit only by a candle. Juliette came back in the room wearing a tank top and yoga pants.
“Do you have any specific areas you’d like me to focus on?” she asked, just as if she were a real masseuse.
“Lower back always hurts a bit,” he answered.
He could hear her squirt some lotion or oil into her hand, and she began massaging his shoulders and upper back. Rick was actually surprised at how good she massaged him as she worked on some knots he had in his shoulder blades. She continued to move down his back, over his ass and down his legs.
Every once in a while she’d touch his cock or balls. Eventually she started to reach around and give his cock a light stroke before returning to regular massage.
Rick thought he’d been lying on that table for a good 45 minutes, and wondered if maybe this was just going to be a regular massage rather than the happy ending kind he’d always heard about. But just as he was starting to doubt this entire experience, she whispered in his ear, “Time to turn over.”
Ok, he thought. Here we go.
After he turned over, she started putting her tits in his mouth to suckle. Her nipples were pierced. He sucked and played with them and started to get hard. He grabbed her ass for a bit as she stroked his cock, which by now was good and hard.
“Do you want me to use these?” she asked as she squeezed her tits together.
“Sure,” he said.
She motioned for him to scoot down to the end of the table, so that his ass was right on the edge. She spread his legs apart and squirted some lotion on her tits before wrapping them around his cock to titty-fuck him.
She moved up and down, her mouth coming so close to the tip of his cock that he asked, without thinking, “Do you do oral?”
“No,” she responded.
She alternated titty fucking him with jacking him off with her hands. After a few minutes, he lost control and came, shooting his jizz all over her massive tits.
As he lay on the table, catching his breath, Juliette got up and retrieved a warm towel out of a pot and placed over his cock and got another one to clean herself off.
As he began to clean himself up, he said to her, “This was a Valentine’s Day gift from my wife.”
“That’s so cool!” she replied. “We get that a lot here.”
Rick told her about our swinging activities, and that I wrote a blog, and that I was going to write about this experience.
“I’m going to be famous!” she said. “How cool is that?”
“In fact,” she added, “why don’t you bring her with you next time and the three of us can have some fun together?”
“That sounds great,” Rick answered. “I’ll suggest it.”
Which he did…
Ladies, would you let your man get a massage with a happy ending? Guys, have you had a happy ending massage? If so, how was it?
Well it’s WordPress annual report time and I was stunned and amazed at this blog’s statistics for 2014 (which is guess is better than being dazed and confused). This blog was viewed an astounding 71,000 times this past year – although I haven’t posted anything new in the last six months. I’m humbled and grateful. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your interest and your support. And God bless the Cancun Swingers, who no doubt kept the fire burning by referring readers to my post about my sexy experiences there…a year and a half ago.
To borrow a headline from my fellow adorable blogger Seattlepolychick, “sometimes writing is hard.” I couldn’t agree more. Especially when you write a blog about sex while your own sex life becomes less of a priority on the daily to-do list. At least that’s how I used to view it, but more about that later. I have gone through a treacherous bout of writer’s block that I’m still working through. Writing about sex became very hard for me as I went through some major life changes that consumed all of my mental energy: Rick’s taking a job in another city, and subsequently developing back problems that made daily living painful and sex difficult, sending one of my children to live with his dad in another state until he could get his head back on straight; selling a home and finding a job in another city so I could be with my husband. In less time than you could say “indiscretions”, swinging dropped to the bottom of our priority list.
And writing became very hard for me. So I stopped.
I was probably depressed for a while. I never saw a doctor about it, but rather just worked my way through. I reached out to a few friends about the vanilla stuff, which helped, but kept the sexual frustrations to myself. My imagination and desire to write erotic fiction dried up like west Texas in the summertime. Rather than force myself to write crap, though, I chose not to panic about my lack of creativity and simply focused on what needed doing. Rick would ask me about it from time to time but never pressured me or made me feel guilty for not producing sexy fiction.
Eventually I turned a corner. During this hiatus, I’ve discovered that I don’t really miss swinging. I’m now taking a more holistic approach to sexuality. That is, learning more about all the things this body can do. I’m studying the Chakras, tantric sexuality and the more spiritual aspects of sex. Rick and I are exploring polyamory, which is very exciting. The idea of opening ourselves and our relationship up to include loving and caring for others is very appealing. Rick is feeling better lately after finding new doctors to help. We moved and I got a new, better-paying job and I also get to sleep in the same bed as my husband every night. My kid is doing a lot better. So I’m hopeful that with this stress behind me, my creative juices will start flowing again. I’m reading a really interesting book on the creation of “Wonder Woman”, of all things, as her creator lived in a polycule for decades back in the 40s and 50s – something virtually unheard of during that time. It’s sparked some really thought-provoking discussion about the poly lifestyle.
Thanks for sticking with me. I wish each of you a happy and sexy 2015.
And since I usually include a sexy image with each post, here is one from my burlesque photo shoot earlier this year. I haven’t given up entirely on that hobby either; we’ll see what 2015 holds in store.
I’ve been working on a new burlesque routine while fighting off illness and spending my evenings moving stuff in preparation for house painters arriving this weekend. Thank goodness we have enough sexual deviants in the world to keep the news interesting enough for me to share with you (hey – I’m right in there with the deviants, so no judgments! LOL). So without further adieu, here’s is a week’s worth of sexy news.
1. Here’s another reason why communication is key when swinging – and why alcohol isn’t always the best icebreaker…especially when cops are involved…
2. What up, player? Need a fundraiser for your fourth-grader’s field trip? Maybe you could offer up a “Ride a Sybian For Charity”? These guys did (although not for a grade-school project).
3. No week is complete without yet another illustrated guide to eating pussy. Swingers can never get enough instruction on it, because, well, every woman is different. Plus if you’re good at it, word gets out. Swingers talk, you know…
4. And finally, we all know that ATM withdrawal fees can be higher at some machines than others. Let’s hope for this couple’s sake, the fee wasn’t so high they couldn’t make bail after getting arrested…
Photo credit: imgur.com
Happy Monday, readers!