We have been to Lounge events where they have run out electrical outlets for all the Hitachi’s. So how the hell can I…a mere man and not even a ‘real’ man at that…suggest that the Hitachi experience can be improved?

Well, it’s like this. Over the past 10 years ♀ & I have bought many sex toys. In fact, I think I told you that I bought her a pail of toys for our first Christmas together (6 weeks after we met). So we have tried a lot of toys, but we’ve never owned a Hitachi. The reason for this was she didn’t like that it only had two speeds. Even the slow speed can be quite intense and ♀ just couldn’t picture starting off with that strong a vibe.  She felt that the intensity needed to build like a good flogging.

So this Christmas Santa brought her a Hitachi and this magical little device.

And the results have been…

…amazing!

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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But every year we get a ‘pretty’ one as well. We’ve had a few SI swimsuit ones, some pin-up ones, we had the first NYC bloggers calendar. We haven’t gone looking for this years eye-candy calendar yet, but this is pretty adorable…

♀ & I wish you and yours all the best in 2012.

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Anyway, I placed my order and the tiny Filipino woman serving me went to put the cup in a sleeve before handing it to me. I have tough old bakers hands and told her to keep the sleeve. She looked up at me with pure adoration and said “Some guys order a triple-triple and still need a sleeve. They are not real men. Real men have tough, strong hands, like you.”

Do you think she’d still say that if she knew what I was wearing under my whites? Do tough hands trump frilly knickers in the ‘real man’ department?

Speaking of real men and frilly knickers, have you been to Teresa’s new store lately?

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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I wasn’t a very good kisser…or dresser…and my car smelled musty…and I was much to skinny for her taste…and I only wore cotton boy briefs and…when I think about it…it’s kinda amazing that here we are ten years later.

And ten years later she still rocks my knickers. Seriously, she’s still my dream-girl, my trophy-wife, my Mommy, my everything.

I do try to make her feel special and to show her how much I love her every day, but 10 years, Holy Doodle! I needed to go the extra mile to make her feel like my Queen…

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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Take off your pants. I want to watch you in your pretty knickers while you fold the laundry.

No, you’re not getting sex tonight, but you can let my sweater puppies out before you file and massage my feet.

Do you want to nurse, Baby? You don’t need a towel; just keep your panties on.

That’s it…rub yourself against the couch while you drink Mommy’s milk. Maybe I’ll let you do this the next time I’m with my lover…if you’re a good boy.

I’m still looking for a man for you to fluff. You’re going to be a good little cock-sucker, aren’t you Princess?

You know that eventually I’m going to expect my sissy to do more than suck cock, right?

Don’t worry, the first time I’ll hold you just like this. You can nurse and I’ll stroke your back and help you relax while he enters you.

Maybe he’ll let you call him ‘Daddy’. Would you like that Princess? Nursing on Mommy’s breast while Daddy takes your chocolate-cherry.

After that you can be a pretty-little fuck-toy for my lovers…a perfectly complete sissy.

Just picture it Baby…I can be out with one man while you service another.

That’s it…fill those pretty panties with your cream.

Sit up and let me see. Oh look, you spilled some on the couch. Lick it all up, Sissy.

You’d better get used to the taste. I have a feeling you’ll be drinking a lot of it soon.

You can get dressed for work now Princess, but leave those wet panties on…as a reminder of what’s to come.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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I’ve been asked recently if we still find time for kink.  The answer is yes, but not nearly enough. Now that I think of it, that answer applies to a good many things these days; sex, walks, showers, sleep, home-cooked meals, writing…our lives have definitely changed. I hope the time will come where we both can say that it was the right thing to do.  I don’t think ♀ can say that right now. This has been much harder on her and I worry about…well, I worry. ’nuff said for now.

I want to talk about writing or the lack of it here or anywhere else. Writing has always been my outlet…my way of processing thoughts and feelings, my way of trying to make sense of  life/the universe/everything (I miss Doug). I also miss writing. It’s just that we’re so damn busy. It’s amazing enough when we find the time and energy to do something sexy and or kinky, but there never seems to be the time to blog about it. When I do sit down and think about something that’s happened too much time has passed for me to capture it. That could just be because I’m out of practise. ♀ has pointed out that some of my best pieces have been entirely fictitious.

I remember from writing classes that there are 2 basic strategies for writing. Slowly and meticulously…finding the perfect word, crafting the perfect sentence. Or as fast as possible…not worrying about spelling or grammar,  just capturing the essence of the story and editing like crazy after. The trick to both is writing. every. single. day. I’d like to promise myself even 30 minutes a day, but even that seems daunting. Hell, I haven’t even kept up the basic maintenance of this site.

The domain renewal notice has been in my inbox (mocking me) for the the past 2 weeks. It’s not about the cost, it’s about the commitment. Why renew it if I’m not going to find the time to write?  People who just talk about doing something and never actually do it are boring and I’d hate to be boring.

Maybe it would help if we had one of these installed in the bakery…

Gawd, even that took me 2 days to write. I did renew the domain for another year. I’m not going to make any public resolutions about how much or how often I’m going to write, but I am going to write something.

Cheers,

sss

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♀ came out to breaky wearing not mucking fuch and the kitchen was filled with good smells, good friends and a comfy sexy vibe. Unfortunately, the weekend couldn’t be all pleasure and after breakfast he took ♀ & I out shopping. We needed to buy 3 cash-registers and a new lap-top and since he’s a techy kind of guy, he seemed like the right choice to help us find what we needed….and he did. All at one store. That was a very good thing because we got a much better package price. He even helped get a bunch of extras tossed in. However, we did end up spending quite a bit of time in the store. The pc was a demo and needed to be removed from the display and they only had 2 tills so had to phone around to other locations to find us a third.

We all wandered around the store while we waited and ♀ flirted with us both. A kiss here, a squeeze there, a quick grope at the end of isle 6. Once while she was walking away from me she flipped up the back of her skirt and I saw the thin blue line of her pretty knickers splitting the cheeks of her ass. She did it again when we were in the other store picking up the last till and there were no knickers. I never did find out if they ended up in her purse or his pocket.

After we were done shopping we decided to stop for lunch. They walked arm-and-arm into the restaurant while I tagged along behind. I wish I could understand why that thrilled me so much. He sat across the table from us and ♀ spent most of lunch with a hand on my crotch and a bare foot on his. But the highlight of the afternoon was our waitress, Heather.

Ahhh Heather…young and sweet with a big smile and lovely curves and…yeah, we all agreed Heather really was adorable. We also all agreed that ♀ was the only one of us who would ever have a chance to see heather naked. Not that anyone was planning that…it was just a truism. Heather brought our drinks and He said she didn’t look old enough to serve alcohol. Heather told us she’s 19 so she’s allowed to serve, but not allowed to pour. That’s Darnell’s job and she pointed to the big black man behind the bar. He said I bet you can’t wait to be 21. She didn’t miss a beat when she said no, not at all. She loves being 19.

That’s what I’m going to remember most about Heather. Besides being young and adorable she’s happy with being who she is right now. Isn’t that just the greatest thing? When I was about 19 a friend of mine made the observation that I was a grumpy old man trapped in a young man’s body and I wouldn’t find peace until I really was that old man. I didn’t find happiness until I was almost 40 so she wasn’t to far off.

As we were driving back to his house they were trying to decide if there would be enough time for another romp before we went home. He said, I hope you don’t mind if I think about Heather while we fuck. ♀ said not at all, she’ll be thinking about Darnell, the big black waiter.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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My very own action figure…

Thanks C

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…this week our make-up sex lasted for 2 entire days!

Was it worth the stress of the fight?

No, not really, but the sex was spectacular.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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Last night was different. In the interest of full disclosure, I admit that ♀ did mention that she might enjoy being flogged, so it’s not like I dragged her by the scruff of the neck into the bedroom and demanded she assume the position, but still…

There was flogging.  In fact, there was a fair whack of flogging. Three different floggers were used ranging from soft to stingy and as her ass reddend and she began to squirm, I became more and more aroused. To the point that I risked whacking my own aching cock with the flogger. I demanded that she scoot up onto the bed and I took her from behind. I continued to smack her rosy rump with my bare hand while I fucked her and when I came, holyfuckingdoodle…I was LOUD…it was intense…it was like I was a completely different man.

So now I have a question. When does a ‘service-top’ become a ‘switch’?

Cheers,

sss

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