<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409</id><updated>2024-09-25T12:03:15.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Trying to Make It Between the Sheets.</title><subtitle type='html'>Jane and I have recently discovered that we have some dificulty openly discussing sex and sexy things with each other.  I am a firm believer that if we were to be able to freely express our selves (ie: wants, needs &amp; fantasies) we would both be happier and closer to each other.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-115703796738063282</id><published>2006-08-31T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:26:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;Okay, first of all I&#39;d like to apologise to everyone for slacking off on the whole blogworld.&amp;nbsp; This blog was created by Jane and I to improve our sex lives and, more importantly, our relationship.&amp;nbsp; Well... it worked, for a while, but since we&#39;ve slacked off so have we declined into routine sex - if any.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Let&#39;s fix this.&amp;nbsp; Sit down and listen.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Jane and I hadn&#39;t had sex in a couple of weeks (felt like an eternity), but on Tuesday night, upon going to bed (with no real desire for sex) we fell upon one another.&amp;nbsp; You remember when you first started having sex?&amp;nbsp; It was this rushed bliss of grabbing, groping, and thrusting.&amp;nbsp; The two of you were lost in your passion for each other.&amp;nbsp; And that resulted not in love, not even in sex, but in hardcore fucking.&amp;nbsp; Yup that&#39;s where we were Tuesday night, grunts and pants and pure animal need.&amp;nbsp; It was great.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The next morning I awoke with a raging hardon&amp;nbsp;so I&amp;nbsp;took her.&amp;nbsp; I love climbing onto Jane and that first feeling of my cock between us.&amp;nbsp; Her response was a surprised but not unhappy, &amp;quot;Ooh&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So where does that leave us?&amp;nbsp; Well, the more sex we have the more I want.&amp;nbsp; When we go through dry spells, I get to the point where I don&#39;t care if we have sex or not.&amp;nbsp; Its like I lose the desire for it.&amp;nbsp; The more we do it though the more I want it.&amp;nbsp; I find myself sitting at work dreaming about her beautiful ass, or the silky feeling of her pussy around my cock. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So Jane, I want you.&amp;nbsp; I want you now.&amp;nbsp; And I want you bad.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;but...&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s always a but.&amp;nbsp; I know what is going to happen.&amp;nbsp; We are going to get in the rut of vanilla sex and start this vicious&amp;nbsp;cycle over.&amp;nbsp; This is work. Its gonna take effort, from both of us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So before I make any direct requests I&#39;m just gonna ask that we go easy on the vanilla and maybe add some more intimate flavors.&amp;nbsp; I love the taste of your cherry and maybe you&#39;d like to try my nuts?&amp;nbsp; ; )&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tell me what you want I will do anything. (Is this what women want to hear?&amp;nbsp; Is this a good thing?&amp;nbsp; Ladies if your man said this what would you request, I&#39;ll try it on Jane and see how it goes. And I promise to blog about it!) &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115703796738063282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/115703796738063282' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115703796738063282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115703796738063282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/08/slacking-off.html' title='Slacking off...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-115396111538025245</id><published>2006-07-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:45:15.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT!</title><content type='html'>So we&#39;ve been AWOL for a while... Well my Grandfather passed away last Wednesday so that has been on the fore of our minds as of late, but hopefully we can get back to normal soon. (Whatever that means!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this week&#39;s HNT &quot;Vulnerability&quot; and it sort of epitomizes how I have felt since my last post. Hope you guys enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/1600/Vulnerability.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/Vulnerability.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot;target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115396111538025245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/115396111538025245' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115396111538025245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115396111538025245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-hnt_26.html' title='Happy HNT!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-115333223303145415</id><published>2006-07-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:03:53.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping onto my soap box...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve never considered myself a political person.&amp;nbsp; Honestly I don&#39;t give a damn as all bureaucrats are, in my opinion evil and out to only help themselves.&amp;nbsp; Cynical I know.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t vote due to apathy and therefore I have no right to complain about who is in office, but I would like to say a few things about something our president is&amp;nbsp;going to do today: veto the embryonic stem cell research bill. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I have been a type I diabetic for more then 27 years.&amp;nbsp; In that time, I have taken&amp;nbsp;more then 26,000&amp;nbsp;insulin injections, had roughly 40,000 finger sticks to check blood glucose, and have&amp;nbsp;spent approximately $75,000.00  in medical care&amp;nbsp;procedures and supplies.&amp;nbsp; As a&amp;nbsp;child growing up in a hick town,&amp;nbsp;I endured ridicule, discrimination, and segregation.&amp;nbsp; I was always different and and often treated as if I was breakable.&amp;nbsp; I was rarely invited over for dinner and few risked the responsibility of asking me over for the night.&amp;nbsp; Did I have a bad childhood? No.&amp;nbsp; I think that all in all I had a pretty good childhood.&amp;nbsp; But it wasn&#39;t easy, not that any one&#39;s is but I was held back because of my disease.&amp;nbsp; However, if Jane and I were to have a baby, there is a 50% chance that that baby would be born diabetic.&amp;nbsp; That is the main reason I don&#39;t want children.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not sure I could handle putting a child through what I went through.&amp;nbsp; It just seems unfair. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;According the the ADA (American Diabetes Association),&amp;nbsp; more then 20 Million people in the U.S. have diabetes.&amp;nbsp; That is 7% of the population - nearly 1 in 10.&amp;nbsp; 1 in 3 children will develop diabetes in his/her lifetime.&amp;nbsp; If there was anything that we could do to fix this,&amp;nbsp;anything that could be done so that maybe those diagnosed would not have to suffer, shouldn&#39;t we do it?&amp;nbsp; The good news is there is something we can do.&amp;nbsp; The bad news is that by the time you read this, it is likely that our president has already vetoed that possibility. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There are likely those reading this and thinking that there are other ways to support research and finding a cure - ie: Adult stem cells.&amp;nbsp; I agree completely, but shouldn&#39;t we be doing everything in our power?&amp;nbsp; By vetoing this bill, President Bush is preventing families from donating embryos to research.&amp;nbsp; What will likely happen to these embryos now?&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&amp;nbsp; They will be discarded.&amp;nbsp; These embryos are just sitting in fertility clinics waiting to be tossed!&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The President states that he is &amp;quot;honor bound&amp;quot; and that he &amp;quot;morally&amp;quot; must stop this bill.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t recall his job to be to impart his morals on the U.S. citizens.&amp;nbsp; It passed the senate, it passed the house, polls show that the majority of the people are in agreement of its passing, and yet one small man will stand in its way and slow the progress towards a cure.&amp;nbsp; And its not just Diabetes.&amp;nbsp; He is slowing the progress for a cure to Cancer, Heart Disease, Alzhimers,&amp;nbsp;Parkinson&#39;s, Lou Gehrig&#39;s Disease, spinal chord injuries, Glaucoma, Macular Degeneration and a plethora of otherwise incurable diseases. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say, thank you Mr. President.&amp;nbsp; I sincerely hope that not you&amp;nbsp;nor anyone you love is ever diagnosed with any of the above.&amp;nbsp; But I do hope that you would go to the hospitals and explain to the children with leukemia or to the families whose&amp;nbsp;parents no longer&amp;nbsp;recognize who they are, why your morals are condemning them. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Stepping off my soap box...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115333223303145415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/115333223303145415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115333223303145415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115333223303145415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/stepping-onto-my-soap-box.html' title='Stepping onto my soap box...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-115265032511354962</id><published>2006-07-11T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:41:12.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a funk...</title><content type='html'>As of last Thursday, we had promised tales and photos from our experiences in the bedroom with whipped cream!  Well to be absolutely honest last Thursday by the time we made it to the bedroom I think Jane and I were already asleep - (Read as no sex).  Friday, Saturday, Sunday... Work, more work and house work.  Sunday we cleaned the entire house, I worked on setting up the new PC, she found a Project Runway marathon, and we went to bed early. (again read as no sex.)  Monday: She and I both went and got our hair cut and colored!  Hers is freaking awesome and she looks absolutely stunning.  We even set the time to go to bed as 9:00 to make sure we got to &quot;play&quot;.  Well, 9 comes around, we get ready for bed, we talk about the whipped cream and she says, &quot;I don&#39;t know, I expect it to be spontaneous.&quot;  So okay I&#39;m honestly fine with that.  We lay down and zzzzzzzzzzz....  That&#39;s right folks asleep.  At 9 fucking 15 PM.  (You guessed it - no sex.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have our lives come to this?  Ugh.  I&#39;m not laying blame... mainly &#39;cause I don&#39;t feel like taking any blame.  But honestly, I almost laughed when she said she expected it to be spontaneous.  Spontaneous is not a word I would use to describe us.  I&#39;m not saying this is good or bad but its the truth.  Perhaps I should clear that up.  We have spontaneous sex, but that&#39;s typically it.  If we plan on adding something (ie: toys, a new position, whipped cream) we have to schedule that &#39;cause we need time to prepare.  Lets see...  um I have an opening on Thursday September 21, are mornings or afternoons  better for you?   Hopefully we&#39;ll have those promised pics then!  Provided something else doesn&#39;t come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that this is all very cynical but right now I am feeling pretty fucking cynical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Oh well, back to work.  (Read as Kill me Billy!)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115265032511354962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/115265032511354962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115265032511354962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115265032511354962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-funk.html' title='In a funk...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-115220269931984618</id><published>2006-07-06T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T09:18:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay folks!  Contrary to popular belief...  John is not dead!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life has been crazy, blah blah blah, excuses excuses.  Honestly I just haven&#39;t taken the time to post.  I&#39;m sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in honor of the 4th of July week, I&#39;ve got an HNT that makes me have a standing salute!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/1600/Flag%20Boob.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/Flag%20Boob.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Note:&gt;  Now I don&#39;t want to get everyone too excited, but Jane &amp; I have the day off together, the camera, and a full can of whipped cream!  Just something to look forward too -- I know I am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot;target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/Center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115220269931984618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/115220269931984618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115220269931984618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115220269931984618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-folks-contrary-to-popular-belief.html' title=''/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-115034285004754547</id><published>2006-06-14T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:40:50.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay this week you get a story, a pic, and a song. So Jane and I ordered Chinese tonight and while waiting for the food we decided to go at it like teenagers in the recliner. Let me tell you, it was a mad, passionate, sweaty, mess of moaning, grunting, and fucking - for like 10 minutes. We both knew what we wanted and we did took it. Then we took the following picture and there you go... I call the pic &quot;after glo&quot; &#39;cause I think we were both still glowing a bit from the orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/1600/Kiss.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/Kiss.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And in honor of our tryst, the following song to Jane: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;Have the power to move me&lt;br /&gt;And together we&#39;ll make&lt;br /&gt;The whole world move in sympathy&lt;br /&gt;But I could not see before&lt;br /&gt;That only you&lt;br /&gt;Have the power to move me&lt;br /&gt;Take me, hold me, mould me&lt;br /&gt;Change me and improve me&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There was I&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why every day&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared into the distance&lt;br /&gt;Now with you&lt;br /&gt;The light is shining through&lt;br /&gt;You gave me life not just existence&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;Have the power to move me&lt;br /&gt;And together we&#39;ll make&lt;br /&gt;The whole world move in sympathy&lt;br /&gt;But I could not see before&lt;br /&gt;That only you&lt;br /&gt;Have the power to move me&lt;br /&gt;Take me, hold me, mould me&lt;br /&gt;Change me and improve me&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;Have the power&lt;br /&gt;To move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115034285004754547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/115034285004754547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115034285004754547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115034285004754547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-hnt_14.html' title='Happy HNT!!!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-115023194901600274</id><published>2006-06-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:56:37.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note:&lt;/em&gt; Reader beware. I have been working on this on and off for the last 3 hours. I am not happy with how it has turned out. I&#39;m afraid that it is unclear and rambley. I am just having a great amount of difficulty expressing myself today. Good luck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather then just comment on Jane&#39;s previous post, I&#39;ve decided to post myself. This weekend... was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was peaceful and relaxing and fun! Sexually it was great as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m gonna cut to the chase. Regarding oral sex. Listen - I&#39;m a man. Am I going to turn it down? Umm no. But do I have to have it? Shockingly, no to that as well. I really have a hard time understanding though because I absolutely love going down on her. Everything about it. Ironically, now I don&#39;t want her to go down on me because now I would feel that she is doing it just to appease me. That&#39;s not what I want. If she does it I want her to want to do it not just to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to what I requested last night (her using the vibrator), I don&#39;t know what I expected. I&#39;ve read that to truly know what your partner likes, watch them please themselves. So I thought &quot;what the hell&quot;. Let me say it this way... She never ever asks anything of me in bed. She never says &quot;try this&quot; or &quot;do this&quot; or &quot;I want this&quot;. And honestly that is almost worse then if she constantly was bossing me around. To be blunt, for me, sex should be like good improv comedy (bare with me). In improv, you always agree with what the other person says. The second a negative comes out the act loses something, it loses that magical spark that means that anything could happen. That being said, if you don&#39;t like the direction the routine is going, you twist the request to an area you are more comfortable with or you push it back onto the requester. The point is, positives move the routine forward, negatives stop it. Sex should be the same... except without the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I know we are very different creatures sexually. If you look at the two of us that is probably where Jane and I differ the most. I don&#39;t think there is anything I wouldn&#39;t try if she asked. I&#39;m not expecting her to be the same way. I know that she isn&#39;t comfortable in her skin. I just don&#39;t understand why and it drives me crazy. She is my ideal. I love her more deeply then you one could imagine.  And I want her to be completely comfortable if for no one else but herself and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I&#39;ve said in prior posts there is a fire that occasionally burns in her eyes of mad lust and desire. The question is does it not show itself because of her or me? If its her, I want to know what she needs: If its me, I want her to tell me what she wants. I can be very accomadating.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/115023194901600274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/115023194901600274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115023194901600274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/115023194901600274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/rambling-man.html' title='Rambling Man'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114995486606404187</id><published>2006-06-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T08:54:26.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up!</title><content type='html'>This morning at 6AM I awoke to Jane&#39;s fingers wrapped around my stiff cock softly stroking me. After about 15 seconds of foreplay we were bumpin&#39; and grindin&#39; to simultaneous orgasms. Within 5 minutes I was asleep again. Fuck yeah! : ) Sometimes that&#39;s just what you want/need; today is gonna be a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we have no real plans for the weekend! Just a couple of days of us. And I solemnly swear to give Jane no less then 5 screaming orgasms over the next two days. Anything you want Jane, I&#39;ll do it! Any requests? And to our readers any suggestions? Maybe we&#39;ll take some pictures for you guys! (Jane may need some convincing for that though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t forget the Tony&#39;s are tomorrow night too!  Best weekend ever!  : )</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114995486606404187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114995486606404187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114995486606404187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114995486606404187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/waking-up.html' title='Waking Up!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114978988636751477</id><published>2006-06-08T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:04:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where to begin... Ah yes at the beginning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So I was pretty bummed yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Not really sure why but I was.&amp;nbsp; So last night after dinner I tell Jane I&#39;m gonna take a bath, and so I (and my beer) sit and relax in the tub for a while.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cut to the exciting part.&amp;nbsp; So there we are (Jane &amp;amp; I) laying in bed, naked, kinda cuddling.&amp;nbsp; Every time I try to touch her she pushes my hands off of her all the while she is lightly sliding her hands&amp;nbsp;ALL over me, occasionally using some nails!&amp;nbsp; Fucking Hot! &amp;nbsp;(At this point I am going to digress.&amp;nbsp; Okay.&amp;nbsp; So some where deeply, deeply&amp;nbsp;hidden inside of Jane is this passionate fiery sex goddess.&amp;nbsp; She gets this look in her eyes where in them all you can see is lust and fire.&amp;nbsp; She becomes this in charge powerful woman that no man could say no to.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s a siren.&amp;nbsp; But not in a bad way!&amp;nbsp; I love this about her and I think I&#39;ve seen it twice maybe three times in 7 years, and last night was one of those times.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE IT!)&amp;nbsp; Anyway back to the story.&amp;nbsp; So shes toying with me playing this sexual game of cat and mouse and I&#39;m about to go crazy!&amp;nbsp; Next thing you know she climbs on top of me and rides me like a pony till we both collapsed in orgasmic bliss.&amp;nbsp; (Note:&amp;nbsp; I tried for something better then pony... but stag didn&#39;t sound right, I&#39;m not really a bull, and lets face it a stallion is not even close! &amp;nbsp;So I stuck with pony&amp;nbsp;: )&amp;nbsp; I guess what I am saying is that last night was some of the best sex I&#39;ve had in a long while.&amp;nbsp; It is like the first time in a few years that we haven&#39;t &amp;quot;finished&amp;quot; in missionary and it was really really nice!&amp;nbsp; And I&#39;m out of my funk.&amp;nbsp; The world is a bright and happy place again! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So Jane...&amp;nbsp; Watch out!&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m gonna start expecting it now!&amp;nbsp; ; )&amp;nbsp; Let&#39;s turn on the sirens and start some fires!!!&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114978988636751477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114978988636751477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114978988636751477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114978988636751477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114970916201839960</id><published>2006-06-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:39:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I apologise in advance for the following post.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So... I&#39;m not sure what is exactly wrong with me but I feel blah.&amp;nbsp; I hate talking about it when I&#39;m upset for no reason but I thought I might try.&amp;nbsp; I just feel apathetic; there&#39;s a dark spot in my gut and I feel as if I&#39;m being sucked into it.&amp;nbsp; Okay I may be a little melodramatic but I can&#39;t help it.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I get like this probably once every four months or so and I hate talking to Jane about it.&amp;nbsp; She always has that slight look of panic in her eyes like its her or something she&#39;s done, and its not.&amp;nbsp; Its just me.&amp;nbsp; I really don&#39;t know how to explain it.&amp;nbsp; There isn&#39;t a catalyst that I can think of its just like I slowly slide into depression and it sucks - mainly because I don&#39;t have a reason to feel this way.&amp;nbsp; I have nothing to blame.&amp;nbsp; And so I sit here at work&amp;nbsp;- as life around me&amp;nbsp;moves&amp;nbsp;in a blur.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;sigh&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114970916201839960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114970916201839960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114970916201839960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114970916201839960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/06/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114913099280177374</id><published>2006-05-31T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:03:12.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss...</title><content type='html'>Jane and I just learned of the recent passing of Larry (aka Farmboy) we cannot say more than what has already been said on countless other blogs;  although we did not know him well, we knew his blog and we enjoyed reading it.  I hope he knows how much his blog inspired us and others to post our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://friends-of-larry.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://friends-of-larry.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114913099280177374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114913099280177374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114913099280177374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114913099280177374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/loss.html' title='Loss...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114876394466520098</id><published>2006-05-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:05:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so I am alone to day at work and I just started thinking...&amp;nbsp; (I know I tried not to but I couldn&#39;t help it!)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So if Jane came home tonight and said that she wanted to &amp;quot;see&amp;quot; a woman I don&#39;t think I&#39;d be upset at all.&amp;nbsp; Even if she didn&#39;t want me involved with the two of them, I still don&#39;t think I&#39;d be too upset.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;d just say fine but I want to hear stories.&amp;nbsp; : ) On the other hand if she said the same thing about&amp;nbsp;a man I don&#39;t think I&#39;d be to keen on that, and I may be wrong but I have a feeling that she would not be happy if I came home and wanted to be with a man or another woman.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;What&#39;s up with that?&amp;nbsp; Is it just me?&amp;nbsp; Do I have a secret desire for Jane to have a same sex relationship?&amp;nbsp; Any thoughts or comments&amp;nbsp;are appreciated.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now I guess I&#39;d better get back to work!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114876394466520098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114876394466520098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114876394466520098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114876394466520098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114852408425973715</id><published>2006-05-24T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:28:04.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/1600/100_1024.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/100_1024.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy HNT everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this shot is not half but completely naked.  Tonight I am spending the night in the hospital (everything is fine) but this is what I&#39;d rather be doing.  This shot was takin&#39; in the midst of passion during our recent camping trip... I like it cause everyone knows what we&#39;re doing, yet at the same time its pretty tame.  Scroll down for more camping pics and details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and HHNT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114852408425973715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114852408425973715' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114852408425973715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114852408425973715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-hnt_24.html' title='Happy HNT!!!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114852336351676021</id><published>2006-05-24T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:16:03.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping -- a tale of two tents.</title><content type='html'>Okay, first of all I want to apologize for not having posted in a loooong time. Life and work have been crazy and to be honest Jane and I haven&#39;t been very blog worthy in the bedroom. But we were very blog worthy weekend before last in the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/tent.2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Before breaking camp on the second day it started raining so we both got a bit of the roman hands which led to some russian fingers... ( I feel so middle school : ) clothes flying every which way and it ended in a lot of loud grunting and moaning emanating from our tent. I personally don&#39;t think anyone could hear us (not that I care) but I always love it when we are somewhere that we could get caught and when I get a little too enthusiastic Jane grabs the back of my head and pushes it into her tits to muffle my sounds. This after her cries of pleasure were nearly screams. ; ) So we took the camera into the tent with us and got some great shots before, during and after we were done foolin&#39; around... I love the before pic above. Its like art! We need to go camping again real soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/clothes.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m getting a tent in my pants just thinking about it! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114852336351676021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114852336351676021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114852336351676021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114852336351676021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/camping-tale-of-two-tents.html' title='Camping -- a tale of two tents.'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114800891398310893</id><published>2006-05-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:26:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugasm #35</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This week’s best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them. 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(BTW: Good job Mr. Husbland for getting the reference!)  So what is coming?  Jane and my 5th anniversary.  That&#39;s right folks we will have been married for 5 years on Friday.  And something is going to happen.  What is it you ask?  Well I&#39;m not gonna tell you -- or Jane for that matter.  But I will give you both a hint, in the form of a cryptogram.  Good luck and anyone who wants to help Jane can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLRWD FIILMNBAFBO: WDN WBFELWLYIFZ GLRW LA XYYE. WDN KYENBI GLRW LA ALZMNBXFBN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/B&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114727668080038873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114727668080038873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114727668080038873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114727668080038873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/somethings-coming.html' title='Something&#39;s coming...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114714313519703559</id><published>2006-05-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:43:16.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Silly, Stupid Sexual Things about John</title><content type='html'>Okay... 15 silly, stupid sexual things.  So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  The first time Jane and I were going to have sex I was so nervous I couldn&#39;t keep &quot;it&quot; up.  As a note, I&#39;ve never had that problem since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Once while Jane and I were having sex in missionary position during the midst of passion, mid-trust, our dog licked us from her ass to my ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I have hair on one ass cheek but not the other.  I know weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  The first time I masturbated I was in the shower and it was a complete accident... guess I thought I was really dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Once in high school I accidentally left porn out where my mother found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  In honor of St. Patrick&#39;s day I tried to dye my pubic hair green and surprise Jane.  Well rather then purchasing green dye I got glow in the dark dye which looked freakish in the light and dark.  After about 30 seconds into the application I had some kind of allergic reaction to the dye and every where that it had touched felt like I was on fire!  It will be a long time before I try that again! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7)  I have had sex with a pillow folded in half.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8)  Whenever we are driving somewhere at night I always try to look in the windows of peoples houses and hotels hoping to catch a glimpse of something.  Sometimes I do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9)  While going commando I have gotten my hair caught in the zipper.  That hurts like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I can&#39;t stand having single random hairs on my body.  I rip them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) A previous girlfriend and I went to the movies to make out.  After asking which movie was the longest we made our selection and sat in the back of the theater.  The movie we made out the entirety of... Philadelphia. (isn&#39;t that just sick?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Okay so I&#39;ve posted this before but for those who haven&#39;t seen it, while staying at the Sheraton in Downtown Atlanta, in the throws of passion, I was trying to get leverage and ended up ripping the head-board off the wall.  It didn&#39;t even slow us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Although I don&#39;t always act it, and Jane might not believe it, I am pretty self conscious of my body.  I don&#39;t have nearly as much confidence as I act like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I often times have an image of exactly how sex should start.  When things deviate from that plan (as they always do) I get discouraged.  I think I&#39;ve seen too much media that tells me how romance should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) After any kind of exercise I want sex.  Golf, rock climbing, weight lifting &lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - I want carnal love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so all of them weren&#39;t necessarily silly or funny but hey I got it done!  Don&#39;t think less of me!  But you can laugh... Hell I&#39;m laughing!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114714313519703559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114714313519703559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114714313519703559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114714313519703559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/15-silly-stupid-sexual-things-about_08.html' title='15 Silly, Stupid Sexual Things about John'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114693057634394328</id><published>2006-05-06T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:55:41.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>I saw this on You Tube this morning and thought it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;390&quot; height=&quot;321&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/RlmGPniU9qE&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/RlmGPniU9qE&quot; width=&quot;390&quot; height=&quot;321&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114693057634394328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114693057634394328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114693057634394328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114693057634394328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114684467412069047</id><published>2006-05-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:38:20.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Tired, but Trying</title><content type='html'>So here we are...  Its Friday.  Whoopee.  Sorry for the sarcasm but I&#39;m just not feeling it.  Jane is sick... like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Today is the first day of work she&#39;s missed in 5 years.  Can you believe it?  And I&#39;m exhausted.  I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve recovered yet from last weekend.  All and all I feel very... blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am going to try and fix the situation!  Jane may get this...  She may not... But you want to get better - &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt;!  Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s something due any day;&lt;br /&gt;I will know right away,&lt;br /&gt;Soon as it shows.&lt;br /&gt;It may come cannonballing down through the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Gleam in its eye,&lt;br /&gt;Bright as a rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s only just out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Down the block, on a beach,&lt;br /&gt;Under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling there&#39;s a miracle due,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna come true,&lt;br /&gt;Coming to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be? Yes, it could.&lt;br /&gt;Something&#39;s coming, something good,&lt;br /&gt;If I can wait!&lt;br /&gt;Something&#39;s coming, I don&#39;t know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;But it is&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a click, with a shock,&lt;br /&gt;Phone&#39;ll jingle, door&#39;ll knock,&lt;br /&gt;Open the latch!&lt;br /&gt;Something&#39;s coming, don&#39;t know when, but it&#39;s soon;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the moon,&lt;br /&gt;One-handed catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Or whistling down the river,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, deliver&lt;br /&gt;To me!&lt;br /&gt;Will it be? Yes, it will.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just by holding still,&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;ll be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, something, come on in, don&#39;t be shy,&lt;br /&gt;Meet a guy,&lt;br /&gt;Pull up a chair!&lt;br /&gt;The air is humming,&lt;br /&gt;And something great is coming!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s only just out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Down the block, on a beach,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say I&#39;m a theatre junkie.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114684467412069047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114684467412069047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114684467412069047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114684467412069047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-tired-but-trying.html' title='Sick &amp; Tired, but Trying'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114611032621253262</id><published>2006-04-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:58:46.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/1600/John%27s%20Back.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/John%27s%20Back.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so wow this is the second time this week that I am not terribly comfortable with my post...  But, I guess this is therapy for my confidence.  Anyway, Jane says this picture is hot and that&#39;s good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy HNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot;target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114611032621253262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114611032621253262' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114611032621253262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114611032621253262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-hnt_26.html' title='Happy HNT!!!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114593379944895956</id><published>2006-04-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:56:39.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Sexual Things about John!</title><content type='html'>OK so I am afraid that this is going to be exceptionally difficult; but I am looking forward to giving it a shot.  So without further ado.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;25 sexual things about me...&lt;/B&gt;  John Doe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jane was my first and only (Why work your way up to the top when you can start out with the best?) &lt;br /&gt;2. Once Jane gave me the most wonderful blowjob whilst we were driving to my parents house. (I must apologise to that family of four in the van - please sir keep your eyes on the road.)  &lt;br /&gt;3. I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; oral sex... giving and recieving.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Porn is great. &lt;br /&gt;5. Although its been about 6 years since our last time... our last 69 is still vivid to me. &lt;br /&gt;6. I love it when she plays with my ass.  I&#39;m not sure why.  It just feels good to be fucking her and have her press a finger into my bum. &lt;br /&gt;7. I have a secret desire to watch people have sex.  I am definately a voyuer. &lt;br /&gt;8. I have a secret desire to be watched haveing sex. I am definately an exhibitionist.  &lt;br /&gt;9. Cleavage is hot: ass or breasts.  They lead to beautiful worlds.    &lt;br /&gt;10.  I like to be dominated.  I like her to take control.  I think being spanked is arousing.  &lt;br /&gt;11.  I masturbate... &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;12.  Brown eyes are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I love to dance.&lt;br /&gt;14.  When Jane plays with my balls I go nuts! ;)&lt;br /&gt;15.  I like to go down on Jane after sex.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I want to be tied up.&lt;br /&gt;17.  When Jane screams in passion, I melt.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I&#39;d rather read erotica then watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;19.  I love having my hands on Jane.  There is nothing better then an hour long massage.&lt;br /&gt;20.  There&#39;s nothing like making out in the back of a theater.&lt;br /&gt;21.  Food turns me on.  Especially sushi. (No jokes I&#39;m bloody serious!!!)&lt;br /&gt;22.  I long for Jane to sit on my face - Though I&#39;ve never asked her. &lt;br /&gt;23.  In one 3 hour period we had sex (to orgasm) 6 times in 4 positions. (This included #15.)&lt;br /&gt;24.  Leather? - Fuckin&#39; A&lt;br /&gt;25.  Nothing has improved our sexlife like blogging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was hard ass hell.  And for some reason I feel ashamed of some of it.  I&#39;m not sure why...  I think I have trouble saying things I would &quot;like&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well there it is!  Enjoy!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114593379944895956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114593379944895956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114593379944895956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114593379944895956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/25-sexual-things-about-john.html' title='25 Sexual Things about John!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114557833991015395</id><published>2006-04-20T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:12:19.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of lover am I?</title><content type='html'>So after reading &lt;a href=&quot;http://desireous.blogspot.com/2006/04/suave-lover.html#links&quot;&gt;Desireous&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; blog about what kind of lover she is, I decided to take the test as well... you know to see what kind of lover I am.  What did I learn?  I&#39;m not sure; but apparently Desireous and I are not a match.  Too bad D! ;) All and all I think its pretty acurate, but we&#39;d have to ask Jane to be certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll have to get Jane to take it and make sure she and I are compatible.  Although if we aren&#39;t I&#39;m pretty sure we&#39;ll be able to work it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Surprising Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63% partner focus, 47% aggressiveness, 65% adventurousness  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer your romance and love to wild and daring rather than typical or boring, you would rather be pursued than do the pursuing and, when it comes to physical love, your satisfaction comes more from providing a wonderful time to your partner than simply seeking your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This places you in the Lover Style of: The Surprising Lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Surprising Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and, like the name implies, is often filled with hidden delights and talents that might not be apparent from a surface knowledge of the person. The Surprising Lover is rather like a geode--sometimes rough on the exterior, but filled with beauty and wonder. The Surprising Lover is thus a gem to find, though it can sometimes be difficult to do so because they often tend to be humble and unwilling to reveal their inner greatness unless they&#39;re in a rewarding relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of physical love, the Surprising Lover really shines, often highly imaginative and utterly devoted to bringing the heights of pleasure to the one that they truly love. Given a rewarding, reciprocative relationship, and the right lover, the Surprising Lover can be a delight in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Carnal Lover (most of all) or the Exotic Lover, or the Suave Lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it your self --&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8115472531704248346&quot;&gt;THE LOVER STYLE PROFILE TEST &lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114557833991015395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114557833991015395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114557833991015395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114557833991015395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-kind-of-lover-am-i.html' title='What kind of lover am I?'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114550562324254316</id><published>2006-04-19T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:00:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/1600/Bath%20Shot.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5189/2312/320/Bath%20Shot.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some softly playing music, a few strategically placed candles, and bubbles - lots and lots of bubbles and endless possibilities.  Get clean and then get dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy HNT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2005/05/guidelines-for-half-nekkid-thursday.html&quot;target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/26/45229803_19e22a0bee_o.gif&quot; width=&quot;80&quot; height=&quot;15&quot; alt=&quot;HNT_1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114550562324254316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114550562324254316' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114550562324254316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114550562324254316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-hnt_19.html' title='Happy HNT!!!'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22692409.post-114504631060111166</id><published>2006-04-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:25:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m a lucky man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once again I&#39;d like to tell everyone that I am a lucky man and I know it!&amp;nbsp; So last weekend I got an old SNES system at a family yardsale.&amp;nbsp; It was given to me along with about 7 games (only one of which I really wanted).&amp;nbsp; Anyway on Tuesday I went and spent $16 on 3 new games for it.&amp;nbsp; Then yesterday, I bought 4 more games... for $66.&amp;nbsp; For those of you keeping a total thats $82 on a gaming system that is 16 years old.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;What did Jane say?&amp;nbsp; Nothing!&amp;nbsp; And not one of those bad, gonna hold this over your head for the rest of your life nothings!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;called and asked her before I bought the games yesterday, and she said, &amp;quot;If that&#39;s what you really want it just comes out of your fun money for the month.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some of you probably think that I am in trouble I just don&#39;t know it yet, but I&#39;m pretty sure that&#39;s not the case! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now granted I have a bunch of other games and CDs and stuff that I am going to sell at a the local used CD place, but seriously.&amp;nbsp; I know my friends and their wives - most of the women&amp;nbsp;would hold a grudge and with-hold kindness and sex.&amp;nbsp; Not my Jane.&amp;nbsp; As fucked up as I am, she just rolls with the punches, shakes her head, and loves me - impulsive technophile that I am.&amp;nbsp; : ) &lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks Jane, for everything!&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/114504631060111166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22692409/114504631060111166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114504631060111166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22692409/posts/default/114504631060111166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillowblogs.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-lucky-man.html' title='I&#39;m a lucky man...'/><author><name>John Doe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161261419560399841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>