Lust and Confused

e[lust] edition #36

2012-05-20T14:46:00.001+10:00

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #37? Start with the newly updated rules, come back June 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ Top 3 ~

The Cheshire Cat - Alice felt whiskers tickle her skin and was wracked with sobs of fear. "Oh, little girl, don't cry. You can stand much more than you think you can."

Vaginal Overexposure? - I see a lot of vaginas. A lot. One of my favorite things to tell Vincent and his friends is, "I see more vagina that you ever will!"

Marionette - "I'm writing out a fantasy of mine, but I'm not sure what to do with some of it. I'm hoping you can help me figure it out." "Yes Ma'am."

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

Journeys - These insecurities are at the root of my fears. I don't know how to combat them, how to turn those tapes off in my head.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

I've found a new secret to my G-spot - This g-spot thing might be hard to find since it can't be mapped, but believe me it is real and with time, exploration, a good clitoral orgasm and a willing set of fingers and/or dildos you CAN find it.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the "read more..." tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Kink & Fetish

A Pixie Calls Me Daddy
Afterwards, kissing
Another Try at Topping
Bent Over and Exposed
Female Orgasm: Where Do You Get Off?
Hurts
Letting the Sadist Out to Play
more con-slut...
pain & sadism: how they intertwine
Tied Up and Tossed in a Corner
Waiting My Turn
Warm Up

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Fifty Shades Of Me

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Buying a Toy: What You Need to Know
Bring on the wanks
I want your sex
My Mother, The Whore
Poly Fallacies #4
Q&A # 3: Childhood BDSM Fantasies
Sticks and Stones...
Small World of Swinging
The Gauge
Us Lately
White and Nerdy

Erotic Writing

Around and 'round
Down
Golden girl
Hard Love
Hot sunny sex on a rainy day
It Ain't Sex
I Want to be Watched
I made him watch me masturbate
Jealous
Lazy Day
Lost in Submission
Making out
On Display
Pussy Doctor
Perfect Cover
Pussy Eating- The Fun Way
Rack and Ruin part II
Shower Scene
The Third Date
Tickle Monster
Waiting for It
Watching Skylarks

Safer Sex - A Dilemma

2012-05-03T20:22:00.000+10:00

Safer sex is easy, isn't it? Just put on a condom, pay attention that it doesn't slip off during sex, dispose of afterwards. Done!

I have a bit of a problem though.

Most of the time once I orgasm, I still feel up for more; in many cases to a second orgasm if not more. My cock is just fine with staying stiff under those circumstances.

The problem is the condom.
And the semen.

It's really not a good idea to keep going without replacing the condom, because it increases the odds it might break or slip off, or that the semen might make its way out.

The "easy" way to solve this would be to replace the condom, but... it's very easy to get semen on my hands this way; even more so if my cock needs a little stimulation before I put a condom back on.

Now, I've been considering how I can go about replacing the condom and keeping my cock stiff and keeping my hands free of semen, but I'm not sure how paranoid I should be about cleaning off, or what I should use. Or if there is some clever routine that could avoid getting my hands "dirty" in the first place.

I considered thoroughly cleaning hands, but I'm not sure what with, nor whether it'd break the spell too much in the heat of the moment.

I could let Anna replace the condom, but that just moves the semen onto even more hands (besides which, every once in a while she's too excited to check she's rolling the condom in the right direction *wince* and I'm not sure I like taking that risk!)

I'm just going to spend some more time puzzling on this one.

Unless our dear readers have a tip or technique that might do?

Arthur

Body & Mind

2012-04-23T20:44:00.000+10:00

I'm still not quite sure what got into me.

He's never manhandled me or hurt me or made me feel threatened in any way. I've never felt the need to protect myself in his presence, yet that day I held on to that fluffy dressing gown for all I was worth. I knew it was daft as I was doing it, I'm absolutely no match for him. I don't think I did anything more than distress and confuse him as he furrowed his brow and peeled the fluffy fabric off my naked body.

"You look perfectly fine to me"

I just lost it. I suddenly started sobbing heavily into his shoulder, making vain attempts to cover my body with the hanging cloth. I don't know what I thought I was trying to accomplish, it isn't like he hasn't seen it all a thousand times before, much larger and much smaller, covered in scars and scabs and dirt and pimples. Why now? Why was I trying to hide from the one person who has seen me naked more than any other, and loves me?

I'm sure there are people reading that assume I'm just a whining little skinny bitch, and I often chide myself for being just that. What do I have to complain about? I'm not model-perfect but I am close to what society expects, so what right do I have to be displeased with my appearance?

My head tells me that I'm being silly, to cut myself some slack and just be pleased I've got what I've got, that it works. My heart says I'm loved regardless and that embracing my body and being comfortable in my skin is only going to make me more attractive. Somewhere though, hidden away in a dark part of my mind, is a soft but persistant little voice that is so dreadfully afraid that I'm wrong, that this body is something that must be endured, an acceptable hurdle in the path of accessing the rest of me.

I fight it.

I pose and I frolick and I dance around the house in next to nothing pretending that I'm the best damn thing since sliced bread. I look at myself in shop windows and smile, because I know I look damn fine. Awkward perhaps, maybe a little bit stiff and physically impaired some days, but overall I'm not too bad. I've finally figured out what to wear and baby, I look good.

Naked is harder. Naked is much, much harder. That soft little voice becomes a squeaky panicky loop that points out all of my physical inadequacies. My head starts searching for evidence to disprove it, but ends up with handfuls of happenings that just make it all that much easier to believe. I start trying desperately to make it easier on all involved, shifting weight this way and that in a futile attempt to pour the puddles of loose flesh over the violent skeletal protrusions. It never works. Physics is a bitch of a thing. Justifications follow, because writhing around eyeing your own thighs is not something that is in any way subtle, and then comes the rousing and reassurances.

I believe them, I really truly do, but somehow that just isn't enough to stop that little squeaky voice in my mind.

I'm still so dreadfully afraid.

The Gauge

2012-04-17T01:49:00.000+10:00

I have a tell.
A subtle clue that shows my intentions.
Only it's invisible to anyone but me.

Every day I pass plenty of women, fleetingly or repeatedly, that I have a second (or third, or fourth, or...) look at that I could easily imagine having sex with under the right circumstances. This isn't a particularly deep or rare revelation I'm sure.

Most of these women are however unlikely to be suitable for what I/we really are looking for, so most of them are just living fantasies of one kind or another. And frankly I wouldn't have enough time in my week to get on top of all of them anyway.

At the gym there is this gorgeous middle-eastern girl. Well, I'm kinda overstating; she's occasionally at the gym. What makes her stick out is how outgoing she is, and the fact she took the lead in introducing herself. I keep keeping an eye out for her, hoping she'll show up for my sessions.

Today, these related bits of trivia connected, and made me realise I can tell who I'm really interested in.

When I'm really interested in someone, I miss them.

It sounds so trivial written down, but when I run through the list of women I regularly see during my week, there are a surprising number that I would have thought I would be interested in that upon further reflection, I'm really not.

I'm also keenly aware that this seems to go regardless of whether I'm after their bodies or their minds. This is an important realisation, lest I start hitting on women I really just like talking to. ("But, my foolproof system said I want to fuck you! I don't know what went wrong!?")

One thing I'll have to be careful of is to only apply this rule after-the-fact. When I was considering a girl today that I thought I was interested in, I almost fell in the trap of trying to convince myself I miss her when she's not where she should be. Clearly my libido trying to game the system.

And it works perfectly for the women already in my life.

I miss Anna when she's away for the day. I miss her when she forgets to cuddle me before I fall asleep.

I miss Delilah when she isn't over on her usual days. I miss her when she has to go.

I miss Elsa when I haven't spoken to her for a while.

I miss Harmony when she's been too busy to be online all week.

I miss Genevieve who's mysteriously vanished.

I miss the middle-eastern gym girl when she doesn't show.

I miss the bakery girl when she's not on her usual weekday shifts.

I miss amazing gym instructor when she's off on holidays.

And I'm sure I'm forgetting a few here.

And among those I miss, some would be unsuitable to pursue for a variety of personal reasons. Some'll be married, some'll be too young. Everyone can supply their own personal criteria here I'm sure.

What I'm curious about though; does "missing" work as a gauge for anyone else? Is it a useful barometer for anyone besides myself?

It feels like it might be more universal, but I only have my own single data-point to go on.

Arthur

Gym Class Paranoia

2012-04-09T20:46:00.000+10:00

From what I can tell, being a gym instructor is a bit of a labour of love. The pay isn't too great. It's physically demanding (try running around the block for 50 minutes whilst yelling out encouragement). And the working hours are pretty much guaranteed to be when you'd rather be relaxing in front of the TV.

I appreciate the great instructors that give my classes. I like to show that appreciation by thanking them after class; it's not a lot, but it's the least I can do.

Some classes this feels more awkward than others. Some of the instructors are attractive. My cardio class instructor is very attractive, and I just feel completely transparent and awkward giving that routine thank-you. It's probably all in my head, but still...

And then sometimes leg muscles strain more than usual during class, and I go to the instructor to get some advice or reassurance. Yes, it's just a slow process, as you keep going it gets easier with time, it's a struggle for me too sometimes. And I just feel paranoid about blushing or stammering, even when I'm certain I am doing neither.

And it is hard not to notice attractive instructors; part of the point is to carefully observe the instructor through the routine. Pay close attention. The perfect excuse.

Sub-consciously I must be facilitating my desires. Altering my speed. I find myself running right behind my instructor more often than pure coincidence can explain. Watching the amazing muscles in her back and shoulders. Trying not to stare too obviously at her ass. Quick glances, Arthur!

She couldn't do a better job motivating me to keep running and ignore the fatigue if she consciously tried.

It keeps me coming back for another round of healthy torture.

It's good for me, ... right?

Arthur

Harmonious Kittens

2012-04-03T00:18:00.000+10:00

"How comfortable are you with me? In the sense of... will everything be strictly PG when I visit sometime?"

And with that Harmony essentially took the lead in sounding out the situation. Which is lucky, because she's that certain kind of hard-to-read where you cannot quite tell how far the innocent exterior stretches inward.

As it turns out I've been much too reserved around her.

Instead of undressing her with my eyes, I should have been attempting to do so with my hands. She is very kittenish, and likes to dress accordingly... cat ears and bell included. She even sent a picture I used myself in an earlier post to illustrate.

And although Anna wasn't sure Harmony had any kind of interest in her, it sounds like that may have been an unfounded assumption as well. Even though Harmony is a little shy about the unfamiliar territory this involves.

To quote myself from that earlier post: "Meow? Annabelle... can we have another kitty? ... pretty please? ... with a cherry? (that is right expression, yesss?)"

Arthur

e[lust] edition #34

2012-03-22T18:50:00.000+11:00

Photo Courtesy of JM from There is No Spoon!

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #35 ? Start with the rules, check out the schedule and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates! Note: Wondering why there is no Top 3 this edition? Read the latest Editor's Note to find out why, and what you can do to help prevent this from happening in the future.

~ Featured Posts (Picked by Lilly) ~

The Ultrasound and the Fury- I cried softly and my partner moved closer to the table so I could lay my cheek against him for comfort and support. Then they brandished a wand and explained they needed to take pictures inside of me. And told him to get out.

Vagina in the Wild - Adventures in Pantslessness - They are self-cleaning and self-lubricating. They are a wonderfully well designed body part that speaks of feminine power and beauty. They leave wet spots on the couch.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

The Ultimate Guide to Silicone Sex Toys – With Metis Black of Tantus, Inc. - I picked the brain of Metis Black, the fabulous woman behind Tantus Inc, makers of some very awesome silicone sex toys. Get your sex geek on and find out some myths and facts about silicone sex toys!

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Kink & Fetish

As Is Custom
Consent and negotiation
Fishnets and Spanking and Sleep
In room entertainment
Ladies' Night: My First Time at an All-Womens' Sex Party
Learn the rope of knots: Overhand Knot
slapping...drinking...and other wacky fun...
That Moment

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

An Open Letter to Rush Limbaugh
Erotic-On Me
Eyes Wide Smut
Strangers on a Train

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Bondage Insecurities
Cunnilingus 101
Getaway Sex vs Everyday Sex
Gifts from Lover's
Innies, Outties & 3-Ways
Im 35 and My Mum Can Hear Me Having Sex
Mono or Poly
Mmm, the kissage!
Never Pinch a Sadist #3: Relationship Rules
Primary? Alpha?
Safewords in the Real World
Shields
The long distance thing
The Next Evolution – Swinging-Open Marriage-Polyamory

Erotic Writing

A Good Day and Sexzy Night
50 Ways to Fuck Your Lover
Blissful Candlelit Climax
Cunny Honey
Easy Like Sunday Mornings
Fingertips
first date
In which... I go to my first party (Part I)
I’m the Slut
How It All Started
Mount'n Dew
Our Sex Diary (Part Two!)
Rain
Rendezvous
Some Truth...About Cocksucking
Sensuality
She Takes Control
The Chair - The Execution
The Beast
That Familiar Maddening Thrill
The Importance of (Emotional and Physical) Self-Love
Vignette 2: Traffic Stop
Working Out
Whore’s Mouth

Vagina in the Wild - Adventures in Pantslessness

2012-03-01T03:01:00.001+11:00

I'm learning how to be naked.

Well, pantsless. I get cold.

It sounds like such a simple thing. I figured it was going to be a simple thing. Clothes off and carry on, right? Alas, it isn't that easy. Much like the perils of sex, menstruation, and life in general, pantslessness is full of potential hazards that nobody seems to talk about. It is all about the joys of freeballing and the buzz you get from going commando under that little black dress. Nobody ever mentions the unpleasantness.

Here comes the unpleasantness.

I'm going to assume that everyone knows the basics of bodies, but for those who are unfamiliar with your average vagina, I'll fill you in. Vaginas are a moist area. I don't mean they are a bit sweaty from being wedged in between thighs all day, I mean that they chug along all day oozing out small amounts of fluid to keep all the various bits and bobs nicely clean and lubricated. They are self-cleaning and self-lubricating. They are a wonderfully well designed body part that speaks of feminine power and beauty.

They leave wet spots on the couch.

It isn't like giant sexy gushes of cum, it is more like little clear spots of fluid that haunt your every perching possie. My office chair, already showing signs of chocolate cake and stone fruit encounters, is now in desperate need of a thorough shampoo. The bed sheets need changing far more regularly than before. The couch... lets just say I'm glad that it isn't made of that fancy velour stuff. Vaginas leak. They leak far more than I thought they did.

They also collect lint.

See, normally in the world of knickers, this isn't a problem. Most people don't have dust bunnies or dog hair in their undergarments. Unfortunately once those knickers come off, this moist and tacky zone becomes a magnet for all things fluffy. If you have a cat, this will be a problem. If you have a long haired cat, this will be the incentive you need to run around the house with your super dooper cat hair removing device and de-fluff every surface you can find. You'll want to do this clothed because, as it turns out, vaginas are also wonderful mid-air hunters.

They attract domestic animals too.

I should have expect the increase in surrupticious crotch sniffing. I'm pretty sure I am subject to the odd nose-near-the-rear sniffing in my clothes too, but I suppose it is less noticable when you can't feel the curious wet snout and tickling whiskers. What I did not expect was how often the animals of the house would be feeling a bit cold or lonely and suddenly feel it appropriate to curl up on, near, or nestled right bloody against my leaky, lint collecting ladybits. Here I was thinking cat hair on the couch was bad. Man, that has nothing on the entire moulting cat! The animal contingent of our house is currently undergoing some serious refreshing of manners.

Did I mention that vaginas are sensitive?

I take mine everywhere with me, but normally it is safely packaged away under a layer or two of fabric. It keeps all the parts neatly contained so I'm not flapping around in the breeze. I should have guessed breezes would be an issue, but I stupidly thought that it would be limited to the sudden freezing sensation you get when one whips between your legs. No, the problem with breezes is that they are one of the few things that can counteract the constant moistness. It is quite a speedy counteraction too. So quick, in fact, that if you happen to be in the same breezy position for a minute or two and then try to move, you may find that all of the once lubricated labia are now somehow glued to themselves. You will not, however, discover this little gem until you have changed positions and managed to unglue yourself in a small but vicious seperation of parts. Motherfuck.

Also, try not to jam your foot up there.

I'm going to guess that this one is fairly easy for most people, since most people don't go around day to day jamming their feet into their crotches. If, however, you like to sit cross-legged as much as I do, and if that cross legged position has morphed over the years to involve you having your heel wedged right up against your vulva, this might apply to you. Sticking your concrete-hardened heel in your soft, blooming flower of gentleness is kind of like a masochistic human hardness test. Your vag is going to lose.

I'm learning to overcome these difficulties. I have towels and blankets to sit on. I check all surfaces for dust bunnies before I sit on them. I'm getting very good at detecting incoming animals and heading them off. If a breeze comes up I keep my legs together to preserve my moistness. I am still having some difficulty coming up with a solution for my ground-contaminated cheesegrater feet. So far I have only found two failsafe solutions - socks and underpants.

It is way too warm for socks.

e[lust] edition #33

2012-02-19T23:19:00.002+11:00

Photo courtesy of Penny

Welcome to e[lust], the sex blog round-up- The best posts from the hottest and smartest sex bloggers all in one place! This edition highlights topics such as STI's, swingers and poly relationships, spanking, role play and so much more. Want to be included in e[lust] #34? Start with the rules, come back in February to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ The Top Three Posts ~

I'm The 48% - I keep breathing. Strangely enough, the world didn’t end at that precise moment. I felt numb. I stared at those two red lines on the monitor.

Can Swingers be Happily Married? Long Term? - Swinging can be an exhilarating experience. It requires sincerity, honesty, vulnerability, strength, forgiveness, and patience.

Secretary - I was a little worried: my intentions in placing the ad had been purely dishonorable, but her response offered no evidence that she correctly divined my intentions.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Why I Write – And Respect – Negative Sex Toy Reviews - I call a spade a spade, and name it out for being crap no matter if it’s $39 crap or $139 crap. Crap is crap and you shouldn’t have to buy it.

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

A Little Spanking Can Go A Long Way - All I could do was hold on until it was over. It was more than I could take, but I took it and, of course, I loved it.

Erotic Writing

A Great Fuck
all my weight on her
Afterglow
a Masturbation Story
Bunco Night!
Fag-Break Fuck
Having him in my mouth
hypnopompic Apparition
Kiss Me There
Naked Underwater
Sodom: Enter the Fist
Soothed
Starvation

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Beginner's Guide to Spanking
A Matter of Lube
Attraction, Rejection and Uncertainty
Bad Vibes, Generally
Fluidity: Growing-up Poly Part VI
Going Down
Making Love
Never Pinch a Sadist
Near Outing due to Outrage
Porn, Pubic Hair, Sex & Reality
Sadie Says ... Remember Santa Barbara

Kink & Fetish

Cruor
Hungry Beast
Later that afternoon - Part IV
Long-distance Roleplay & BDSM
Reflecting on Vacation Playtime: Part III: Tent Slut Slapped
The Dungeon Club

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Odd Sex laws around the World
Post-Brazilian

Attraction, Rejection and Uncertainty

2012-02-07T23:30:00.000+11:00

Life is complicated.

Love even more so.

But it's very easy to overlook how complicated it really is through the magic of hand-wavy generalisations. For the first part of this post I'm focusing solely on pairs of people and their interest (or lack thereof) in each other. At the end I'll spend a few paragraphs on extrapolating to situations where more than two people are involved.

At the most fundamental level it would seem there are just two possible outcomes; you like each other and you form a couple, or you don't and therefore you don't.

To anyone who's ever been rejected it should be immediately obvious why this is an over-simplification.

There are two more possibilities to consider:

Interested?	Yes	No
Yes	Yay! A couple!	???
No	???	*shrug* Nothing happens

Interested?

Yes

Yay!
A couple!

???

*shrug*
Nothing happens

Rejection lies in the corners. But it's not the only thing lurking in the corners. It's where douches and assholes and various other undesirables live as well. I'll summarise the latter as "Assault" and "Douchery" to cover everything from persistent pestering and unwanted attention to anything that involves forcefully overriding a "No".

This post isn't interested in the "Assault" or "Douchery" itself (both of which are unequivocally deplorable!), but rather in the effect their existence has on those that'd never do anything falling under these labels.

Interested?	Yes	No
Yes	Yay! A couple!	Rejection, Assault, Douchery
No	Rejection, Assault, Douchery	*shrug* Nothing happens

Interested?

Yes

Yay!
A couple!

Rejection,
Assault,
Douchery

*shrug*
Nothing happens

Why is any of this interesting?

Glad you asked; I think the above grid is still too simplistic. It doesn't allow for any uncertainty in either member of the pair.

Follow me into the world we all live in every day.

Interested?	Yes	Unsure	No
Yes	Couple	???	Rejection, Assault, Douchery
Unsure	???	???	???
No	Rejection, Assault, Douchery	???	Nothing happens

Interested?

Yes

Unsure

Yes

Couple

???

Rejection,
Assault,
Douchery

Unsure

???

Rejection,
Assault,
Douchery

???

Nothing happens

First of all, this extra row and column does actually matter a lot.

Almost everybody has some level of fear of rejection, and as a result almost everybody starts off acting as if they are "Unsure" even when they are a solid "Yes". Also, fear of coming off as a douche may sway people into acting "Unsure" when in reality the object of their desire just needs more convincing.

On the other hand it's not uncommon for someone being faced with an unwanted "Yes" coming their way, to revise their "No" down to "Unsure" so as to not hurt any feelings. It's so much easier to say "I'd love to, but... I already have a partner/I'm not ready for a relationship right now" than to say "Sorry, but it's just not going to happen".

Which results in lot of pairings finding themselves in the trap at the middle of this grid rather than in the decisive corners.

Interested?	Yes	Unsure	No
Yes	Couple	Convince me!	Rejection, Assault, Douchery
Unsure	Convince me!	Trapped!	Nothing happens
No	Rejection, Assault, Douchery	Nothing happens	Nothing happens

Interested?

Yes

Unsure

Yes

Couple

Convince me!

Rejection,
Assault,
Douchery

Unsure

Convince me!

Trapped!

Nothing happens

Rejection,
Assault,
Douchery

Nothing happens

Escaping the Trap

First of all, it's important to note that there is nothing wrong with genuinely being "Unsure". Sometimes it takes a while to warm to a person, and sometimes it takes a while to learn to loathe them. But once you're certain either way, you should at least admit it to yourself.

Second, don't act "Unsure" if you're not. That's not to say you cannot be kind and careful if you're actually a "No", but acting "Unsure" is much more cruel than making the rejection official. And acting "Unsure" when you're actually a "Yes" is close to the definition of cutting off your own nose to spite your face.

Third, it's okay to try and convince someone of your awesomeness when you are a "Yes" and they are a "Maybe". This doesn't make you a douche! As long as the moment they turn into a "No" you're ready to let go.

And finally, if you're "Unsure" but (occasionally) leaning "Yes", and the object of your desire appears to be an "Unsure", round yourself up to a "Yes" already! In the process of trying to convince them, your own uncertainty may resolve itself completely.

More than Two

I don't think I could make a 3-dimensional grid that'd do more than add confusion.

But I really don't need to; every member of an existing relationship can make up their own mind about a new potential love-interest. From there on in, it's all just down to the rules of the existing relationship whether there needs to be agreement, or whether additional individual relationships are allowed.

The only interesting side-note is that in a poly relationship opinions can sway or vary. Some may decide to revise their "Unsure" to the "Yes" or "No" of their partner, in exchange for a similar concession when the roles are reversed.

I'd still urge in all cases to avoid revising your opinion towards "Unsure" whenever possible. It's okay to disagree with your partner(s) as long as you don't act outside whatever the rules of your relationship are.

Arthur

Choice

2012-01-26T15:42:00.001+11:00

I cannot recall what prompted this thought a while back. I made a note to write a post about it and now I am having trouble coalescing it into a single coherent thought.

I think it started from an observation on the Poly Weekly podcast (I cannot recall the exact episode, but somewhere in the mid-100s) that even while being single you can still identify as poly... be poly.

What occurred to me is that there are many hot-button topics that revolve around the same pattern. Monogamous/non-monogamous, straight/gay vs. bi/pan-sexual where two sides are being presented as opposites... when they really aren't. At all.

It has the smell of the politics of fear about it to me.

Monogamy and polyamory aren't opposites... you can be polyamorous but be single, or having chosen for a single relationship for the time being. That doesn't stop one from being polyamorous. Polyamory provides a wider range of choices that includes all the options available within monogamy.

Similarly, bi-sexuality (pardon the narrow term) is not the opposite to singular gay/straight orientations. It is possible to be bi-sexual, but choose to be involved with only a single gender. Even if for a lifetime. That doesn't take away from the fact that at any time a different choice could have been made. Bi-sexuality (or even more so, pan-sexuality) provides a wider range of choices that includes all the options available within being straight or gay.

Similarly pro-life and pro-choice... for all the effort politicians go to make it sound that these are opposite sides, being pro-choice does not mean that you necessarily will exercise the choice to have an abortion. Maybe not ever. Pro-choice provides a wider range of choices that includes the one option available within pro-life.

I think there is this large unfounded fear among social conservatives that when people are given choices they will exercise those choices indiscriminately. And on the whole nothing is further from the truth.

It is quite possible to be pro-choice, bi-sexual and polyamorous and still end up making choices that on the outside leave you indistinguishable from a run-of-the-mill republican presidential candidate.

Luckily they all betray that illusion with their words, or that thought might have given me nightmares for months.

Arthur

A Little List for 2012

2012-01-24T04:30:00.000+11:00

It seems to be the time of year for reflections and resolutions, but for the most part Arthur has covered most of our excitement from 2011. We did a lot and we learnt so much, but looking back it all seems like it happened so very long ago. I had to double-check a few things actually did fall in 2011. I really do have a terrible memory.

Arthur missed one very important part of changes that happened to our relationship with Delilah this past year, and that is her old and comfortable AND new and sparkly relationship with Eli. To say she is smitten would be an understatement, and he seems thoroughly head over heels too. I miss having her all to ourselves, but who am I to argue with that kind of happiness?

So, 2012. A new year. An exciting chance to be, well, exciting! What do I want?

Participate more often in Wanton Wednesday. I get shy, I get time-poor, I get distracted and forget to comment on all of the other brave folks. I also run very short of picture ideas beyond boobies. No more!
Have a go at body painting, either as the painter or the canvas. It just looks like way too much fun to leave it to the experts. I am quite looking forward to asking the little man at the hardware shop how many square feet of surface a human is, and where they keep their face paint *grin*
No more infections. I am so over being Madam Mushroom of Candida Crotch. I don't know what my body has been playing at this last year, but it has not been fun. It is someone else's turn to be the petri dish, thanks very much. *crosses fingers* 3 months clean & counting!
Be braver. How much braver remains to be seen, but something more than naked breasts and spilling the beans on my latest personal grooming disasters. I'm not committing to a specific act of bravery, but there will be one. Or some. Not sure yet.

It isn't a long list, nor is it an exhaustive list, but it is a start. At the beginning of a new year, a start seems appropriate.

-Anna

e[lust] edition #32

2012-01-24T04:03:00.000+11:00

Photo courtesy of Lady Grinning Soul

Welcome to e[lust], the sex blog round-up- The best posts from the hottest and smartest sex bloggers all in one place! This edition highlights topics such as libido, fake orgasms, teenage lust, voyeurism, BDSM consent and so much more. Want to be included in e[lust] #33? Start with the rules, come back in February to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!
~ The Top Three Posts ~
Assent Matters by SherynB - Find your emotional power to recognize and say “no” to what you don’t want BEFORE you get naked and tied up and give up your actual physical power to walk away to anybody.
Forever The Night - ‘Why the hell shouldn’t I listen? This is my home, my bedroom after all’. So I do listen and I do feel myself twitch at every minute sound on the other side of that fucking wall.
Hands. Fingers. Pleasure. - This was the first time a boy's fingers had such unfettered access to my pussy. Prior gropings under and through clothes had never been like this.
~ e[lust] Editress ~
The Fake Orgasm: You think you know, but you have no idea - I am 34 and I have faked orgasms. There ya have it. But I have never and will never qualify doing so as “I did it for him”.
~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~
Sadie Says... Awake - In the haze of my missing libido I also lost myself. I began to wonder if I remembered who the hell I was?
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!
Kink & Fetish
Connection, Intimacy & Trust
DQ Earns a Pass from Chasity
Five Little Words
Naked and kinky in a busy sex shop
Sharp Tongues and Good Pain
Sexual violence
The Duke Story
'Twas the Night Before Kinky
The Pink Elephant
Who I Am
Who Are You to Change Us?
Waking You
Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships
Busy Writing
Help! My Vibrator Won't Work
Men and Visual Stimulation
Slippery and sticky and covered in lube
The Safe Zone - Giving Yourself Permission To Screw Up in Non-Monogamy
Until Death Do Us Part
Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor
Interview With Senior Sexuality Advocate Joan Price
Erotic Writing
21
A Read to Remember
Aurelia (A Dirty Kind Of Grace part 1)
A Fistful
banana bread
Christmas Day
Last night in Cap D'Adge
Later On In The Evening
Meat Hooks & Butcher's Twine
Reside
Sugarbutch Star: blckndblue, The Pink Dress
she and he and me...
Surprise Orgasm
wind

To An End

2012-01-15T18:30:00.002+11:00

As my holidays are rapidly coming to an end I guess it's time to do a quick wrap-up about what has kept us away from blogging over the last 5-6 weeks or-so. We're already getting flack from Brandi!

In a nutshell, we've been all over the place relaxing without you guys! We've been to the Hunter Valley (a wine region just north of Sydney), around and about and all over-and-through Sydney itself, and up to the Gold Coast for sun, sand and beachy weather.

There were many lustful looks at holiday beauties along the way.

There was the attractive blonde at one of the cellar doors in the Hunter. Anna was waiting outside in the sun, having long-since outlasted her interest in wine-tasting on the trip. And I simply had to go out and tell her to go inside for some "tasting" with a significant look (I may even have waggled eyebrows). She was a bit older than Anna's usual age-range, although I'd be hard-pressed to put a specific age to her. We both agreed that she'd have been welcome to come back with us had it not been for the fact we weren't by ourselves.

The weather hasn't been too great over the holiday. I'd love to be able to report on all the delectable summery-dressed girls out and about Sydney, but to be honest for the most part it has been too gloomy for anyone to show much skin. I bet as soon as I go back to work the sun will come out and everyone will strip down. Still, Anna and I have had a good time just... being about the city.

And then the Gold Coast... yum... the one bit of good sun we had was so worth it!

In the few days we were up there I nearly had my hand shattered once or twice. You see... when we walk along and Anna spots a girl she likes she'll discreetly squeeze my hand to indicate I should be paying attention (and vice versa). This had worked perfectly up till the penultimate day of this particular holiday.

I'm not quite sure how to describe the girl... it was almost Cosplay, and she was most definitely on her way to a party dressed like that. There was lots of fur, and little of it in all the right places. More importantly, it resulted in such a crushing grip on my hand and an accompanying exclamation from me that I don't think it was as discreet as it was supposed to be.

Really no elegant way to get out of a situation like that but to both blush at the girl and smile for all it's worth.

The other highlight has been my amazing conversations with Genevieve through the first half of my holiday. Unfortunately she has rather completely dropped off the radar after NYE, and both Anna and myself are a little concerned about her. But hopefully she'll resurface sometime soon so we can feel reassured and continue our delightful conversations. It feels funny to miss someone I've barely known for two months and whom I haven't even met in person, but I guess it all goes to the credit of the quality of the conversation?

Other than that there isn't really much to report. We had a great time. We hope to be back to a more regular blogging schedule now.

Arthur

Arthur 2012

2012-01-03T17:20:00.000+11:00

I've really been too busy having a holiday to do much reflecting on the past year, and the new year we're hurtling into.

The year that was.

We had a holiday with Delilah
We met Elsa for the first time
I learned a lot more about STIs
We met up with a girl from OkCupid (now dubbed Harmony)
I told my parents about Delilah
I challenged myself to blog every day in November, including the most shallow post ever!
I got to know Genevieve on OkCupid
And I reflected on age and why younger girls seem to respond more to me than older ones

All in all a very satisfying year, but not as many new adventures as I might have hoped at the start of the year.

The year that (hopefully) will be.

One post in November already reflected on Paths Yet Untraveled
I hope I get a chance to meet my new friend Genevieve (this sounds odder than it actually is)
I hope I get a chance to meet Harmony again
I hope we manage to go visit Elsa ourselves at least once this year
We've been talking about things beyond our current boundaries and I hope we'll get a chance to blog about some of them, and possibly even try some of them (and then blog about them some more!)
I hope Anna has a very fun-and-pussy-filled year

And I hope 2012 brings everyone their fantasies and wishes!

Arthur

Busy Writing

2011-12-31T04:20:00.000+11:00

It has been a busy time lately, full of things I would rather avoid. Nothing major, mind you, just lots and lots of little things and interpersonal relationships that have required a lot of mental energy to keep straight. Contrary to what this blog might suggest, I'm not very good with people. I try, but they are complicated. I suppose I can't complain too loudly, Delilah tells me that my head is an absolute jumble that constantly plays tricks on me, so I'm well and truly in the complicated basket myself. I just... for the most part, I know me, you know?

What I don't know is other people. I don't know a polite way to ask if someone would like to sleep with Arthur, or if they could possibly bury themselves elbow deep in my pussy, or even if I could just be their friend because they seem pretty darned interesting. I couldn't even guess at how people would react to such things. Are they questions you can ask? How are you supposed to ask them in a way that allows for a graceful response in either the positive or the negative? Is there ever a graceful way to discuss fisting? Is there an emoticon for "incredibly shy but desperate to know the answer" and if so, what the hell does it look like?

As it stands, I am persisting without the emoticon. I am emailing and chatting and hoping for the best. I am hoping that people will be kind with the parts of myself I entrust to them. I am hoping they will take my words in the spirit they are intended, even if the words themselves are muddled and rambling. I am hoping they like me enough to write back with some muddled rambling of their own.

People are complicated things that require a lot of energy, but I rather like them.

Anna

Wanton Wednesday - Safari Stripes

2011-12-29T00:49:00.000+11:00

I'm still here, mostly. I do not like this time of year at the best of times so keeping the sexy alive often gets pushed to the back of the line. Keeping the sexy blogging alive gets pushed halfway into the next suburb. This year I have decided that Arthur comes first. He gets cuddles, smooches, chats, and as much naked as I can manage. Today I called to him from from a particularly hot shower and, after he got over the panic of being summoned to my side, he snapped a few very pretty photos for me. Hot showers make me very itchy and there is nothing like a good solid scratch.

I have to say that even though I have obtained a few um, seasonal kilos I don't look too bad. It is the stripes, they are very slimming :)

Want to look at more skin? click on through, boys and girls. Don't forget to leave a nice comment or two on your way, especially for the beautiful boys that are participating. Hell, comment on them all! We all need some lovin' ;)

Christmas Challenge

2011-12-28T12:24:00.000+11:00

XMAS has been a rather mixed experience this year. The shopping was less painful than it's ever been. I haven't over-eaten as much as I normally do, and I feel quite good for that (although I desperately need to get back into a solid gym routine) and for a rare treat my parents are visiting for XMAS and New Year.

My parents haven't actually mentioned our relationship situation although they were made aware before their visit. And they have met Delilah and seem to quite like her from what I can tell (they are hard to read). They seem to be really just taking it in their stride.

The only down-side seems to be that it's much trickier to fit in our normal relationship dynamic. For one thing I cannot walk around without pants quite so much, or do as much overt groping as I'd like. I doubt it's good etiquette for us to pile onto a single lounge and make out either. And sex is extremely tricky to fit in un-self-consciously.

At one stage I was fucking Anna from behind in the bathroom with my hand clasped over her mouth to make sure incriminating sounds did not escape. Actually... I guess that's kinda hot in a whole different way. Maybe I've had this backwards and the limiting factors are actually an incentive to be creative?

There are lots of interesting and entertaining stories brewing at the moment, but nothing that I can actually write as a finished piece. I'll do my best to encourage Anna to post up a Wanton picture today too for your entertainment. This place has been far too blue lately; we need some pink writing!

Arthur

Fantasy: Something New

2011-12-22T01:58:00.000+11:00

It started on the lounge talking, as these things often do. Myself draped comfortably over the arm rest, next to Anna. Anna uncharacteristically coaxing our friend with more and more suggestive questions to see where her boundaries lie.

"So, what do you most enjoy?" asks Anna.
"Definitely blow-jobs."
"Hmm... yes, give me my oral any day."
"I like giving them."
"Not receiving?!"
Anna sounds incredulous; I know how much they make her squirm in the most wonderful way.
"I... uhm...", our friend turns scarlet, "never really got any..."
"You... never?"
She shakes her head slightly, blushing even more now.
"That just won't do!", and Anna gives me one of her meaningful glances. I raise my eyebrows and she nods.

"Would you... like to find out?" I ask with a purposeful hesitation.
Eager nod. Grin. More blushing.

I uncurl from my seat and step over to the other lounge. I kneel down in front of her and note that luck has brought her to us wearing a skirt. I put my hands on her calves, squeeze and slowly rub my hands up past her knees and under the skirt.

I find her barely-there underwear and as she briefly leverages her ass off the lounge pull it down to her thighs, and once again rub my hands, this time down her legs, to her ankles trailing the garment with them. Her eyes lock onto mine and look both eager and a little uncertain, but determined. She steps her feet out of her underwear.

My hands once again travel up, but this time they push the skirt along. When my hands reach her ass, I lift it towards the edge of the lounge and push her skirt up out of the way. Leaning back, she puts her feet spaced wide on the coffee table behind me. I can see a slight excited glisten on her pussy, and I look into her eyes once more "Do you want this?" Another eager nod.

I start kissing the inside of her thighs, taking in the soft feel of the skin, and the lightest hint of musk. Slowly my mouth makes its way towards her lips, and I let my tongue leave wet patches with every kiss, teasing the anticipation, slowing down my approach.

When my mouth reaches her lips, I suck wet kisses onto them before letting my tongue leave a trail of saliva to lubricate. My mouth closes over her clit and my tongue massages broadly over it. Big circles around, followed by tight pressure, followed by big circles. A moan escapes her mouth. I glance up and her eyes are closed so she can focus on the sensations.

Encouraged, I start sucking while moving my tongue from side to side. Lots of wet. I feel her engorged clit slip between my lips. I put a little more pressure on it. I can see her stomach muscles betray her excitement. I glance up again just as her head comes back from straining back against the lounge. A fiery flutter in her open eyes at me before they close again. Warm smells invade my mind and drive my hormones into a frenzy.

I keep changing the patterns my tongue traces. I start letting her clit slide in and out of my lips. I flick my tongue over the most sensitive tip. Then my tongue slides a little between her lips and back again. Her fingers tangle in my hair. Gasps and moans start flowing with more frequency.

I start using my teeth as a surface to roll her clit against with my tongue gently. "Oh god"s start escaping her mouth, and her hands have a death-grip on my hair. I barely notice because of the enjoyment I get out of pushing her further and further towards the waterfall.

I change the speed.
I change directions.
I change from sucking to licking and back again.

Finally her legs clamp around my neck, her feet interlocked behind me. She pulls me to her, and I give her clit all I've got left. She gasps and moans. Her stomach muscles have completely lost control. I can feel the rhythmic spasms. I feel a rush of pride and gratitude.

As she slowly relaxes, her legs let go of their death grip on me and I sit back and look at her. Her face glistens slightly in the afternoon light. Her eyes are a little glassy, but very happy. Her blush has turned into a rosy glow.

The look of a girl melted into a puddle; giving something new is a reward in its own right.

Age and Approximations

2011-12-05T18:03:00.001+11:00

Society puts a lot of emphasis on age. In some ways, too much emphasis; it is used as a proxy for maturity and beauty. And an imperfect one at that.

As we get older we are assumed to get more mature and self-reliant. And as we get older we are assumed to lose our physical appeal. And on the whole that may be a fair enough approximation, but then there are the outliers; people that are just not captured well by this rule of thumb. Reality is fuzzy and messy around the edges.

On the other hand we have the legal system that is stark and rigid. Drinking age; 18 in most places, as low as unrestricted and as high as 25. Age of consent; in most western countries somewhere in the 16-18 range, as low as when puberty hits, or as high as 21. Voting age; 18 in most places, as low as 16 and as high as 25. But in every case, a precise cut-off, as if the age correlates with some special demarcation in a persons life, an on-off switch in our capabilities that gets flipped by nature.

Here in Australia, 18 is pretty much a safe threshold to use as a guideline in all matters to do with age, as far as legalities are concerned.

But as I said, reality is fuzzy. And therefore society builds its own norms on top of that. In the abstract, every one of us cringes at the idea of matching up pensioners with teenagers. Even when the law has nothing to say about it as such.

My favourite online comic, XKCD, dedicated a comic to the "Standard Creepiness Rule", which states you should not date under: (age / 2) + 7.

What is going on here is that society realises that in reality age is not an on/off switch for maturity. Society has implicitly "decided" that if you bracket a persons age, you get a suitable dating pool without anyone that is too immature for you or whom you are too immature to. Everything is juuuuust right... approximately. Still a blunt instrument on the whole, but a whole lot more refined than the codified legal approach of a single magical threshold.

Applying the XKCD rule, my dating pool would stretch from 25 (below which I'd be creepy) up to a rather over-optimistic 58 (above which my partner would be creepy). But you know what? At the bottom end of that range I'm not as concerned about age as my partner actually being mature, and at the top end (or well short) of that range I'm more concerned about when the physical attraction is just not there for me.

Still, I do a lot of soul-searching at the lower end. Elsa is young. A-bit-past-the-legal-age young. But honestly, I would not be able to tell when talking to her. She's so well-rounded and considerate and thoughtful that she puts me to shame in many ways. Who would I be to quibble over mathematics when an appealing young girl makes an appeal for me to follow her into the bedroom?

But I still keep hip-checking my motives every single time "young" comes up in any context. What am I after? Why am I building a friendship? Am I doing the right thing for her? ... And I know I'm doing the right thing, but society has derisive words reserved for big age gaps; both for the young (grave-robber!) and the old (cradle-snatcher!). And if only for my own comfort I need to be certain I can credibly defend my position.

And in a perfect world none of this would matter.

In a perfect world everyone would take care with all their relationships, sexual or just friendships, to ensure that the other partner is in the right place to be in the relationship. In a perfect world, everyone would hold off from dragging the immature past where they are comfortable going. In a perfect world, nobody would pay attention to age, but only to the actual things it is a proxy for.

Unfortunately, society and the law are stuck on age. Because it's simpler than looking at the whole picture.

Arthur

Genevieve

2011-12-03T19:15:00.000+11:00

I think I can conclusively say that OkCupid is a much nicer place to make friends and meet new people. This is the story of one such person. Not the OkCupid-girl I have mentioned in the past, but another one.

She didn't want to be referred to as "another OkCupid-girl" for the purposes of this post, hence: Genevieve. On a side-note, it turns out that she likes the alias better than any of her actual names so she has been muttering it to herself (hopefully sufficiently under her breath lest she confuse her friends).

She's on the young end of the spectrum, but that's neither here nor there. What has me feeling particularly good about myself in this case is the advice I've been able to give. Recommendations on condoms, lube and whatnot. She's been reading the blog like it's going to wink out of existence any second now. No idea how far she has gotten, but I'm fairly certain she's made it into 2011, so she's past half-way.

It makes me feel good because it has proven that this blog is a worthwhile resource. It proves that beyond mere entertainment value, and beyond my desire to write, there is something in here that is genuinely helpful. Or maybe we are just genuinely helpful. Either way.

Hopefully I'll be able to report down-the-track how the advice works out for her. Provided she'll allow me to. Or maybe at some point she'll drop in and comment herself under her new-found alias. She doesn't seem to be the shy type; although maybe the prospect of an audience will change that. We'll see.

Anyway, I just wanted to report that I'm feeling particularly sex-positive right now. I'm going to bask in my own awesomeness for a while.

Arthur

SeBloWriMo Wrap-up

2011-12-01T17:00:00.000+11:00

I cannot believe I made it through. It was quite a bit more challenging than I expected to write 30 distinct posts of 30 lines. It doesn't sound like a lot of lines, but it's pretty hard to come up with a topic every day that can stretch that far without feeling thin.

My original goal was 30 posts of 30 lines. Considering a line is about 12 words, that would have resulted in just about 11,000 words in total. I had hoped I could write enough to make 12,500 words. I didn't quite get that. The final count puts me well over 17,500 words.

I have already half decided that I might try the actual NaNoWriMo next year and see if I can cram together 50,000 words for a novel in November 2012. I have no idea what I might write about, but the fact that I'll only need one big plot rather than 30 little plots should make it a little easier to make it through.

I'd like to close this experiment with a top-5 of my favourite posts this past month.

Shallow; because the vibrant collection of images covering all my little shallow attractions almost works as an instant aphrodesiac on me personally
Ode to Anna; because without her there would be no point to all of this... I like to mention that as often as I can
Mentally Stretching the Boundaries; because it captures the fact I still occasionally feel a little overwhelmed by it all
Of Parties and the Night; because I really do love the night
Fantasy: In Darkness; because it's the best written fantasy of this month I think... I dunno... I find them too easy to write to be worthy of a higher spot

I hope my choice of topics has not been too repetitive. One thing I have found is that writing a new topic every day has made it difficult for me to keep an overview of the month as a whole.

Time's been like... a blur... you know?

Now I get to relax.

Arthur

Fantasy: The Road to Maj'Dul

2011-11-30T17:00:00.000+11:00

Not all of you are going to like this equally, but with this experiment I'm taking my chances on a certain geek-quota among our readership. Hopefully the sex scenes are just as enjoyable for the fantasy setting. For those of you not familiar with the originating game world there are some hyperlinks, but I'd suggest not letting them distract you on first reading.

He was staring straight through the signature at the bottom of the page. She was back. After three years researching and excavating the Sundered Frontier his partner, Sel'Quar, had returned to the court of Maj'Dul from where she had been commissioned. A whine from innkeeper Twiggy about his branches brought him back to reality.

"Should I tell Liana you need more teak oil, Twiggy?"
"Oh, if you could please. What's the letter about Sharor?"
"I'm leaving. Sel is back. I need to get to Maj'Dul"
"Oh, you must give me an hour to get your rental credit"
"Thanks, but keep it. You've earned it for renting to me when everyone said it was a mistake to let a Dark Elf in"

And with that Sharor ducked through the door into the trunk, climbing the stairs to his small room to gather his belongings into his backpack. No food left, so before departing he'd have to go by Joleena's Restaurant to get provisions. Besides, he owed the barmaid a farewell for keeping him company from time to time. He knew she was attracted by his ill repute more than his charming personality, but that was no excuse to be rude and sneak away in the night.

When he got back onto the tree platforms of Kelethin it was noticeably darker already. He really should wait till morning, but he couldn't bring himself to. After a final goodbye to Twiggy, and with a spring in his step he dashed to the restaurant. Right inside he almost tripped over Bettina; no time like right now.

"Betty, I'm leaving for Maj'Dul"
"When did that happen? Are you sure? Can't it wait the night? I'll make it worth the wait..."

He briefly hesitated as his memory provided him with the feeling of wings caressing his shoulders and sharp nails digging into his ass. But in the end he decided to forego the empty pursuit that'd merely keep him away from Sel for one day longer.

"Sorry, I really just want to be off"
"Your loss, darling"

The smile around her lips and eyes almost made him reconsider. As he bought his provisions from Brizeyl, the owner, Bettina kept brushing her wings past his cheeks as she brought over his purchases one by one. She was a skilled temptress.

As he started wandering the final platforms to leave Kelethin behind, he felt a momentary pang of regret at having to leave. Walking down the bridge onto the Green Knoll he breathed in deeply to catch the smell of untreated wood, the rolling grassy hills and the fragrant leaves of the canopy that had sheltered him for the last two years. He wriggled his toes in the long unkempt grass of the knoll, springy beneath his feet. Maybe he'd bring Sel back here. Surely there must be something worthy of research in this corner of the world. If nothing else he wanted to share the feel of Fae wings with her.

Lucien was a little disgruntled about being called from his evening meal. Standing in the doorway of his mushroom-shaped abode his face looked sour, until Sharor started stacking gold coins in his hand. Minutes later he was riding Hubert the horse into the deep canyon leading into the Butcherblock Mountains where the main port was located.

Although his eyes were screaming for sleep, he didn't give in until the canyon opened out into the highlands above the port. The dwarves of the Irontoe Brigade had some sharp questions for a Dark Elf coming out of Fae country, but a minor bribe had their eyes gleaming in the other direction. He didn't want to hang around, so the only choice was to immediately rent a Griffon and fly straight to the port. It took him less than an hour to glide along the cliffs high over the entrance to Kaladim, and along the steep drop down into the cove where the emerald water glittered the moonlight back at him. So many places he'd not gotten around to visiting in the last two years. Too busy forgetting Sels absence to really enjoy himself.

It was a good thing the only part left was the steep path down into the cove. Normally he'd have put some sandals on to protect his feet from the sharp gravelly stones, but he was too tired to think straight. Too caught up in little regrets to think much at all. It was still well short of morning light, but already he had missed four hours of what normally would have been sleep. By the time he reached the building of the docks his feet were leaving slightly bloodied smudges on the pavers.

After a brief exchange with the harbour-master regarding departures for the Commonlands, he decided to walk out to the beach for a few hours sleep before he'd have to resign himself to a creaking vessel that he'd only be able to bring himself to half trust.

"What did you do to your feet? They look like a mess", a red halo covering the sun told him as he tried to rub his eyes awake.
"Nhuh?"
"They are all scraped up and bloody, you'll get an infection"
"Will rinse in seawater. What's the time?"
"Noon, why?"
He jumped up in alarm, "Has the ship for the Commonlands left yet? Won't be another one for weeks!"
"I wouldn't think so, but it'll be off soon"
"Thanks for waking me..."
"Cordelia, and you?"
"Sharor"
"Well, Sharor, let's get to the ship so I can tell the captain we're all set"
"What do you mean?"
"I chartered the ship to take me to Kylong Plains on business"
"How did you know to wake me?"
"The harbour-master pointed you out to me. Now, let's get on the ship and I'll see what I can do for your feet"

After a truncated attempt to rinse in the ocean, ending in nothing but stabbing pain, he gingerly followed her along the docks onto the expedition ship standing by. Two days of open water ahead of him. By the time Cordelia was wrapping bandages around the ointments on the soles of his feet, the ship had cast off and was slowly bobbing towards the rocky pillars obscuring the cove from the open ocean. It didn't take long for a steady sway to set in, rolling from side to side.

He had feared the crossing was going to be an awful ordeal, but it didn't take long for Cordelia to make her intentions to share his hammock clear. This was the first Half Elf that'd ever approached him. And eagerly at that.

She tugged off her boots and stepped out of her clothing with a grace that defied the movements of the ship. He stared at her pale blemish-free body highlighted with her bright fiery hair.

She climbed into his hammock and started stripping his clothes off running her eyes and fingers over each inch of dark grey skin as it was exposed. Her hands felt like the midday sun on his naturally cool skin. The warmth her fingers were tracing across his skin and the look of her pale gorgeous breasts were conspiring to make his loin cloth catch as she took it off. He winced slightly and she immediately brought her hands around his big cock, soothing him with her tongue and mouth.

He tried to help her maneuver, but she deftly pinned his hands as she shifted to straddle him. Her legs clamped to his sides by the curl of the hammock.

She put his hands on her breasts and showed him how to squeeze them, then took one of her hands to her clit and worked herself up until he felt her dripping onto his balls. His cock felt like it was going to burst out of its own skin.

He tried to move his hand to his cock to guide it, but her eyes gave him a quick fiery flash. He put his hand back on her breast as her other hand gripped around his shaft and brought the tip towards her pussy. She rubbed it slowly along her lips, front to back to front. He felt her moisture slicking up his cock, and twice he almost slipped into her before she backed off again.

By the time she pushed herself down onto him her moisture had already covered his entire shaft. She slipped down until he could feel her lips at the base of his shaft, and his tip pushing lightly against resistance inside her.

She found a slow sensual rhythm sliding up and down and swaying to the sides in perfect unison with the rolling crests of the ship. He imagined himself as the ocean and her as the ship, trying not to wash over her. When she began to fuck him more vigorously he saw his chance to put his hands on her hips and drive himself deeper into her. Sweat glistening on both their bodies.

To his surprise her orgasm came before his. Flowing along his balls and dripping through the hammock, followed by his semen in a big mixed stain.

He had never imagined he'd be able to sleep this well on a moving ship. Cordelia had wrapped herself partly around his naked body and had cradled him throughout the night. They spent most of the day sitting on the deck together, keeping a lookout for the first signs of the continent of the Enchanted Lands which they'd have to pass before his destination came up.

It wasn't until late in the afternoon that they started following the coast of that continent. They brought out a looking glass to examine the long stretched-out beach blending directly into underbrush and forests. Suddenly Cordelia gasped and dropped the looking glass to deck.

"What is it?", Sharor asked.
"Something snatched a deer and tore it to pieces"
"Where?", he went to follow the looking glass rolling along the deck until a boot stopped it in its tracks. A fierce looking Dark Elf female handed him the looking glass with a disapproving look on her face. He accepted it with a perfunctory thanks and went back to the side of the ship.
"Where?"
"Right there!"
He immediately spotted the burning eyes of the Nightbloods in the underbrush.
"Those lands aren't pleasant. Everything preys on everything else. Best not to think about it" and he put his hand on her back.
"The weak die for the good of the strong"; the Dark Elf female had walked up behind them and addressed Sharor, "but you should remember that, surely?"
He caught the quick flick of her eyes to Cordelia.
"Do you think I have gone weak?"
"Your choice of mate seems to suggest you might have"
"That is none of your concern, please just leave us alone"
The female Dark Elf shrugged and walked off again.

That night he set up a mattress of blankets on deck under the stars. Tomorrow he'd have to get off and leave Cordelia behind, and he wanted to experience her on a more sturdy surface before then. He showed her what he had set up and they both got naked under the stars.

They spent some time talking before hands found their inevitable way on bodies, and mouths their way onto necks and shoulders. Before long her legs were resting on his hips, but he pushed them off and turned her over onto her knees.

He pushed her knees a little wider with his own and ran his hands up and down her back slowly. The fingers of one hand found her pussy long-since wet, and he slowly pushed his thumb down towards her G-spot, pushing in firm circles, drenching his hand. Moans escaped her mouth, but were shielded from the rest of the ship by a wall of crates. He caught a flick of motion somewhere in the shadows; a brief glint in the moonlight.

He got out his thumb and pushed in with his cock, slowly but forcefully. Another moan. He was aware of faint heavy breathing near the crates somewhere, but Cordelia seemed to be oblivious. He started fucking her harder and faster, occasionally casting his eyes towards the noise at the crates with a little grin on his face.

Cordelia had noticed too now, and sat up on her knees grinding her hips into him, breathing heavily, and asking the crates "Who's there then?" After a fraction of a second that seemed to last forever, "V'Tal" came back to them in a cool level voice. The Dark Elf from earlier that day seemed to blend out of the shadows, barely clothed beyond an almost-transparent black night gown. Her cool voice betrayed by the way her deep breaths were making her nipples push against her gown.

Cordelia motioned her closer while her hips started to trace figure eights, squeezing around his cock, rubbing it in an exquisitely delicate pattern. V'Tal took slow even steps, making a formal show of contempt, but never faltering in her approach. Cordelia put her hands on V'Tals hips; Sharor knew they must be glowing on her cold skin as they had on his when he spotted the small tremble in her next breath.

Cordelia let her hands caress the dark cold skin of V'Tals hips till slow circles put her hands on her ass, which she squeezed as her head ducked under the night gown. Her lips were brushing noon sun across the lower abdomen in wide zig-zags steadily moving lower and lower. Finally her tongue slowly and graciously wet V'Tals lips before her mouth and teeth found the clit and started working furiously.

At the same time she didn't skip a beat clenching and releasing on Sharors cock as he steadily pumped in and out of her, mesmerised by the view of V'Tals face towering over Cordelia's head. Her eyes were almost closed, but the eyelashes fluttering as she was absorbing the burning hot sensation in her groin.

When she almost stumbled, lost in the sensations, Cordelia pushed Sharor back to make room on the blankets, while V'Tal dropped her night gown and lay down on her back. Cordelia felt wetter and wetter around his cock, even more so than last night, but before she could get back to eating pussy V'Tal changed her mind and got underneath her in 69 and started sucking gently on his balls.

Suddenly the cool voice from below moaned, "Oohhh, ... fuck this weak little half-human so I can taste you on her". A deep animal urge churned in his stomach, as he grabbed Cordelia's hips and thrust violently into her. "That's more like it... make her bleed for me". Cordelia moaned at that suggestion, and he dug his fingernails sharply into her hips, and adjusted the angle of her hips to thrust even deeper and harder inside. After a slightly malicious chuckle and an "Oh, yes!", V'Tals tongue was flicking along his swaying balls. Her nails joined his, digging into the delicious pale ass of the half-elf. As he saw little droplets of blood form at their nails, the heat in his groin started flowing into Cordelia and he pushed in hard and deep and then slowly pulled away. His cock was greeted by the greedy mouth of V'Tal who made delighted noises as she licked him clean.

His head swimming he staggered to the railing and stuck his head into the breeze. He had never been that aggressive before. In what seemed like moments Cordelia stood at his side, wearing some of her clothes and bringing him his.

"Are you okay?", she asked.
"Yes," he said slightly breathlessly, "are you? Did I hurt you?"
"I'm fine, don't worry... that was amazing"
He looked around.
"Where did V'Tal go?"
"After she cleaned me up, she got back in her gown and rushed back to wherever she came from"
"Did she hurt you?"
"No, it's really fine. Nothing that won't heal soon enough. You should sleep... we're arriving early tomorrow"

He tried to protest, but his eyes were indeed heavy and his mind was overwhelmed and tired after the earlier release. Cordelia tucked him into his hammock below deck and disappeared.

The next morning he couldn't find her. As the cliff-like coast of the Northern Commonlands came ponderously into view he made two laps of the ship before he gave up and gathered his belongings topside and admired the view for the rest of the way.

He was first off the ship, swaying slightly in the absence of the motion of the ship, and headed straight for the harbourmaster to get some local information.
"Good morning sir, what can I help ya with?"
"I need to get to Freeport"
"Can hardly miss it! Just get up the ramps to the plains and follow the road signs"
"I need to get there as soon as possible"
"Ahhh, well sir, best bet is to have a talk to the camel herder up top. Might be able to buy one off him, Otherwise ye'll have to walk"
"Thanks. How long will it take me to get there?"
"If you get yerself a camel you'll be there well before noon. Otherwise I suggest you head for the Crossroads for lunch and maybe ye'll get to Freeport before dark"
"Thanks. Camel by noon. Crossroads otherwise"
"No problem at all sir. Enjoy our beautiful continent"

With that he started the long climb up the ramps leading towards the plains of the Commonlands. He spotted D'Vey walking some twenty metres in front of him, but he was in no mood to catch up with her. Her stature oozed chilled composure. At the top he found the camel herder and started haggling for a beast. D'Vey was already along the path to the Crossroads. He didn't haggle too hard; no intention of risking having to go on foot himself.

He spent the whole morning on the back of his camel, slowly swaying in the pale honey sunlight, lost in his mind mulling over his feelings about last night. There weren't many turns to pay attention to. Twice he looked up to a signpost and nudged the camel in the right direction. The city was drawing close when he swayed between half-toppled guard towers. The big central tower of Freeport was slightly aslant to the right. That was new. But he couldn't bring himself to any real curiosity. He never cared much for the city of his birth.

Approaching the gates he quickly sold the camel at a loss to a trader sitting in the shade of the high walls and towers of the gate complex. His feet slapping on the warm cobbles he walked past the guards through the towering gates into the city.

He had no interest in the west of the city, he wanted to be in the harbour to find a carpet to get him to the Sands. The market stalls along the road were briefly considered for a snack, but that plan was also discarded. Instead he made his way along the promenade past the base of the slanted tower where labourers were toiling under whips to remove the rubble from the road. The only thought in his mind was that whatever had happened it was probably deserved. Ducking through the building of the traders coalition he made his way into the harbour quarter of the city.

Running down towards the docks he could already smell the salty breeze. When he turned the corner at the bottom of the steep sloping road he was right across from Seafarer's Roost. Just the place. People knew people in there, and anything could be arranged. He scratched Shadow the cat on his way into the building and directly made his way to the barman.

"A cold beer and a meal, please"
"Be there in ten"
"Where can I find someone?"
"Anyone specific?"
"I need a carpet for the Sands"
"I know someone"
"Two gold coins on top of the meal?"
"Sure, I'll get to you after, wait upstairs"

He climbed to the upper floor and sat down at an empty table. Ten minutes later a Kerran woman put his meal in front of him, keeping her eyes down-cast. He tried to thank her, but she was already off. All the other staff looked slightly despondent, unhappy with their jobs, but unable to leave. It was the way the Roost had always run. He could barely stand it, but this was the easiest place to find what he needed. When his meal was barely finished, a dark-skinned woman in fine dress sat down across from him.

"I hear you need passage?"
"I am looking to fly to the Sands and from there up to Maj'Dul"
"I might be convinced to take you directly to the city"
"How much will it cost me?"
"How can I negotiate with a man whose name I do not yet know?"
"Sharor"
She gave him a disapproving look and called over one of the waitresses and ordered two Everfrost Coffees.
"We will have coffee, and then we will be introduced, and then we will talk about an exchange"
The coffee arrived quickly as if it had already been prepared in anticipation. She took a sip from her cup.
"My name is Danaria. It is a pleasure to meet you"
He was going to speak, but her eyes flashed. He took a careful sip before continuing.
"Sharor. It is a pleasure"
It apparently passed muster. Barely.
"You would like me to lend you space on my carpet"
"Yes"
"What would I like in return?", she prompted.
He felt slightly lost without a map to this ritual.
"And you would like ... me to gift you gold?"
She sighed.
"It will do. Twenty for the flight, and two for the coffee"
"I can do that". It was steep but he didn't want to argue. He felt like he had barely scraped through getting what he needed as-is.
"And I will make up my mind how you can repay your rudeness"
And with that she got up to leave. "Tomorrow morning, one hour past daybreak on the North dock"

Tomorrow. More waiting. He decided he better get a room and get some extra sleep. After a quick negotiation he arranged a room for the night over the back deck looking out on the harbour. He went up and got to an immediate fitful sleep.

When he woke up it was still dark outside, but he couldn't sleep any longer. He padded down the stairs and went out onto the dock behind the Roost. There were scattered tables for outside dining in the salty air. He decided to sit on the ledge over the water, dangling his feet well shy of the waves. His mind was still not at ease. He had worked so hard to escape his violent heritage, yet he had so easily slipped into aggression. And enjoyed it!

A muffled sound behind him drew his attention. Something around the side of the building between the barrels and crates of supplies. He silently made his way around the corner and came upon a scene that made the bile rise in his throat.

The Kerran woman that had served him was being assaulted by a drunkenly slurring man wearing ragged clothes. Sharor couldn't contain himself. He pulled the man away and cast one of the few spells he knew how. The man immediately tensed as he was wound in invisible bonds. "Unless you want to go swimming like that, you better keep your mouth shut!" The man appeared not to be too drunk to let that sink in.

Sharor went to comfort the Kerran woman who was by now sobbing.
"You mustn't, I'll get in trouble"
"Why?"
"My debt. I've been stuck at the Roost for years"
"What does this have to do with it?"
"Fichman, " her eyes flicked to the bound man, "he's the owners brother"
"That's no reason to allow this!"
"I can't, I must, I'm... they are going to kill me"
Sharor wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't get in the middle of all this. He couldn't kill everyone.
"You have to run away. Here, take the rest of my gold and just run"
"He'll catch me"
"Fichman won't tell anyone anything before an hour or two past dawn; trust me"
She looked at him, then the gold. Before dashing off to gather her belongings she looked him in straight in the eyes.
"Thank you. You are unlike most of your kind"
And with that she was off.

He looked at Fichman, and carried him to the edge of the deck, over the rolling waves.
"How deep do you reckon it is here?"
Fichmans eyes went wild with panic.
"Those bonds won't dissipate until I'm outside the harbour. I won't be outside the harbour till well past morning... do you understand?"
Fichman made a little strained nod against his bonds.
"I am going to put you upstairs in my room, and then I will leave with the dawn. You won't make a noise or I'll bring you right back here. If you don't try to escape you'll be free to go as you please well before anyone even knows you were missing."
He carried Fichman carefully inside the Roost and up the stairs to his room. He put him down onto the bed while he packed and then he sat in a chair at the window, waiting for the morning light to come in over the harbour.

When the light came he waited just shy of another hour before looming over Fichman on the bed and then leaving without a word. He made his way straight to the north dock where Danaria was waiting for him with her carpet. He quickly paid her the agreed sum and they were off shortly after. As their carpet left the harbour he could feel the magic dissipate behind him. He hoped for the best for the Kerran woman.

The carpet was making very good speed. Before long he could see the cliffs of the Jarsath Wastes in the far distance to the left before Danaria turned the carpet in a big arch straight towards the middle of the open ocean.

She sat cross-legged facing him.
"We have a few hours before we are over the Sands."
"That quick?"
"Long enough to show your appreciation that I did not let your rudeness get in the way of our bargain"

As he was about to ask how, she was pulling up her dress showing a completely bare pussy. "Show me". He kneeled down and breathed in her musky smell. His mouth wet her lips, and then he flicked his tongue over her clit. He sucked gently and then licked her lips again. She was playing with her own breasts and making appreciative noises.

He decided to step it up, and suck a little harder on her clit. He could feel it was more engorged now. Gently pushing his tongue between her lips and then sliding it up and over her clit repeatedly, he set an unpredictable rhythm. When he got back to sucking a little harder still he heard her first soft moan as her legs wrapped around his upper body and her ankles intertwined, holding him in place.

He started drawing rune symbols on her clit with the tip of his tongue, interspersing phrases with long drawn out sucking. He started off writing slowly and precisely, but as his speed increased and whole epic tomes started flowing off his tongue onto her clit she started shaking her hips as her stomach muscles fired angrily.

Carefully he placed his teeth around her clit, and slowly rolled it inbetween while sucking hard. Then more words flowed into her. The dirtiest things he could think to promise her, straight from his brain through the tip of his tongue into her body. Her legs were wrenching his body down in spasms and he went back to gently sucking on her lips till she quieted down beneath him.

Breathlessly she whispered, "I think you over-paid me"

And with that she pushed him onto his back and greedily pulled at his britches and loin cloth till his cock was exposed. Her tongue found his cock and slowly traced the length of his shaft. The carpet was undulating gently underneath his back. It felt like a waterbed with a mind of its own. The air was rushing past his head, and he was struggling slightly for oxygen. He felt euphoric.

Her tongue came back to his tip, which promptly disappeared into her mouth. She climbed over and straddled him, completely obscuring what she was doing with her bulky bodice. She was gently sucking while her tongue rolled around his shaft from side to side. He felt like his heart was throbbing in her mouth. Her mouth worked on the tip for a while, and then she took the full length till her lips were touching the base of his cock. He felt his balls spasm in surprise. She briefly played with the tip again before once more taking him all the way, and he could no longer hold himself. He felt himself emptying straight down her throat as she skillfully sucked it all down.

He couldn't move.

She was well and truly dressed and remarking that the Sands were already on the horizon before he could bring himself to move.

Just as he had pulled his clothing back in place, she swooped down between the heads of the double-cobra docks of the Sinking Sands. The sand of the deserts was wafting off the cliffs in a fine mist stinging his eyes, until she pulled up above the cliffs and the desert was finally running beneath them.

She had slowed down somewhat from the rushing speed she had made over the ocean. The sun was high in the sky. Barely half a day had passed.

Looming in the distant dunes he could already spot the tall pillar the city of Maj'Dul had been built upon. He imagined he could see light glittering off the golden domes from here. As they got closer they made a spiraling path along the pillar and landed on the gated ledge that was the entrance to the city.

"Do I owe you anything else?"
"No. You paid me handsomely for everything. Go in peace"
"I think I got the better end of the deal"
"I can assure you, you most definitely did not"
"Which way is the palace?"
"Past the tower up the stairs, you really cannot miss it"

So close now. The bustle and noise of the market was around him, but he could barely notice. He ran straight past, up the great stairs lightly dusted with fine desert sand. And he found himself right at the foot of the palace. He turned right, and ended up having to run an entire lap around the palace before he found the entrance.

Sel'Quar was waiting for him at the gates. He had barely noticed that he had been able to feel her presence since he landed. She clearly had been more alert. He rushed to her and wrapper her in his arms.

"Too long. It has been too long. I won't let you go without me again"
"Nor do I want to go without you"
"I have missed you so much"

They went back into the palace to her assigned quarters. He asked her about her research, and paid careful attention to all the details that he barely understood. He even managed to ask a few intelligent questions along the way. They spoke of lovers as they always did. And he spoke of his dislike of the aggression he had found in himself.

"Where are you going next?"
"Nowhere"
"What do you mean?"
"Wherever you go. This was my last commissioned research trip"
"Why? What do you mean?"
"I have enough money to go anywhere. Pick somewhere. I'll find my own research"
"Where did... How? Where did the money come from?"
"The last one was dangerous. I didn't want to worry you. But it paid off"
He wanted to be angry, but all he could feel was relief.
"I don't want to be out here anymore. This place is too unforgiving, and Freeport is rotten through and through. Can we go to Kelethin and stay there?"
"Wherever you want to be"

She led him by the hand.
Through the corridors of the palace.
Out into the night.

They walked along the terraces.
Between the night-dwellers of the city.
Shuffling around, keeping to themselves.

When they got to the edge of the city, she climbed.
She motioned him to follow.
They sat together looking down onto the Sands,
miles below.

She coaxed him to strip.
And so they did together.
Their clothes floating down into the desert winds.

She looked at him and smiled.
Embraced him as they stood together on the outer wall.
They jumped together in the night sky.

Floating down gently.
The pressure of the magnetic field,
against their innate ability.
Drifting naked through the sky.

She wrapped her legs around him as he slid inside her.
Freely roaming hands and arms exploring each other.
Changing places, top and bottom, without friction or effort.

Their toned bodies and muscles providing leverage to fuck.
To change positions.
To make love inside the starry night.

They floated slowly and passionately down into the desert of the Sands, towards the oasis of the Twin Tears where they eventually landed in the refreshing water.
They washed each other and lazed on the shore.
Ready for the future.

Arthur

Self Improvement

2011-11-29T16:00:00.000+11:00

I am starting to spend some time thinking about what I want my next year to look like. Getting a feel for my new years' resolutions to-be.

I tend to frequently reflect on what I am doing and why I am doing it. I'm not sure where I picked up the habit, but it has saved me a lot of wasted time more than a few times. Sometimes what I need is to step outside of what I am doing and think about whether it needs doing at all. And sometimes it gives me a new perspective on a completely different approach.

Today is a day for reflection on ways to improve myself. Not because I'm broken, but because there is always room for improvement. Ways to make myself more interesting to both myself and others. And as a bonus it's a great way to have new topics to talk about to strangers; new things to connect with people over.

Time; on my wishlist I indicated I'd like to get extra time... but more practically I should really do more to make the most of my time. I'm already watching a lot less television; I've ruthlessly culled shows that didn't leave me breathless... why watch yet another episode of CSI: Miami, when all I'll end up with is 50 minutes that I'll never get back? Also, I'll have to see if I can limit the amount of time I spend refreshing web-pages that aren't changing anyway. Between TV and internet I could probably salvage an extra hour a day. I'll just need to be careful that I don't sink it all into the next single distraction (*coughvideogamescough*).

Health; I do a lot already at the gym, although it has been a bit patchier due to time pressure over the last few weeks, but I'd like to get at least two hours of cardio in even if I don't do anything else. When I get my regular cardio I can pretty much eat whatever I want. On the other hand, I really need to avoid eating for the sake of keeping myself busy. I snack too often. And chocolate should really be severely restricted from my diet.

People; spend more time paying attention to the people around me. I can be forgetful about details. I really should do better at remembering names, faces, personal details. I don't do too badly, but I think I can do a lot better.

Knowledge; I want to study and think deep thoughts on topics that interest me. I'm really overdue getting to the studying that I've been putting off, but I have taken the first few steps to prepare for it. To a large extent it's just a matter of logistics now, but I reckon by writing it here I will force myself to push through it and get it done.

What do you put off?
What do you spend so much time thinking about that you could have finished it by now, if only you'd just started?

Arthur

My Wishlist for Christmas

2011-11-28T22:00:00.000+11:00

This year I am making a Christmas wishlist that is totally impractical. Some items are not mine to ask for, some are too grand and some are simply unattainable. But they are all things I'd gladly receive as presents.

Universal STI testing; where everyone over the age of 16 gets routinely screened for everything, no questions asked and at government expense. I don't think it's that people don't want to get tested, they just don't want to ask for it. Just looking at some statistics for curable STIs, it amazes me that we haven't (virtually) eradicated Chlamydia, Gonorrhea and Syphilis yet. They are curable, and yet 2.7% of the Australian population were infected in 1999 (these stats haven't changed much in the last decade or two). The only reason these diseases get to still be around is because they aren't being caught before they spread to others.

More time for everything; more time to relax and lounge about with Anna and Delilah, staring out the window at the passers-by on the street. More time to play a video game or two; there are so many I haven't gotten around to yet, sitting in Steam tempting me with their existence. More time to write; write on this blog, write on my own blog, write posts, stories, perhaps even books. More time to exercise. More time to study. There are always more things that I want to be doing than I have time available for.

New replacement bodies for Anna and Delilah; it's really not as bad as all that, but they sometimes joke they wish they had ones that didn't get so many aches and sprains. And I wish I could give it to them. *sigh*

More friends-with-potential-benefits; we could always do with more friends that fit in with our non-monogamy, either to be able to talk to, or as the case may be to fool around with. More friends that are as health-conscious as we are. More friends that live near us. And not necessarily with the aim for anything to happen, or if it does for it to not necessarily be as big a part of our lives as Delilah is (although that'd be wonderful too, we just don't have much spare time left). Or maybe if I get my wish of more time, then just bring it on! ;)

Do all of you have your impractical wishlists done?

Arthur