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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMQX88eCp7ImA9WhdWEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119</id><updated>2011-09-05T20:28:00.170-05:00</updated><category term="pics" /><category term="meme" /><category term="rope" /><category term="bondage" /><category term="anal" /><category term="open marriage" /><category term="bi-curious" /><category term="toys" /><category term="misc" /><category term="masturbation" /><category term="sex" /><category term="bisexuality" /><category term="Roundup" /><category term="porn" /><category term="spanking" /><category term="Pianti" /><category term="awards" /><category term="oral" /><category term="exhibitionism" /><category term="phone sex" /><category term="flogging" /><category term="review" /><category term="HNT" /><category term="musings" /><category term="camming" /><category term="shaving" /><title>Wanton Maleness</title><subtitle type="html">An adult blog of my salacious and lascivious thoughts and deeds.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>458</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WantonMaleness" /><feedburner:info uri="wantonmaleness" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGSXw9fyp7ImA9WxBbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-5900431226099731254</id><published>2010-03-16T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:50:28.267-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-16T18:50:28.267-05:00</app:edited><title>Moving</title><content type="html">I'm hopefully going to start up again on WordPress. I have transfered everything over there, and commenting is enabled. Hope to get back to posting soon &lt;a href="http://wantonmaleness.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-5900431226099731254?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/hqkQgRRFwpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5900431226099731254?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5900431226099731254?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/hqkQgRRFwpc/moving.html" title="Moving" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIAQn89eCp7ImA9WxVaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-6293341522227449069</id><published>2009-04-09T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:09:03.160-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T18:09:03.160-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="open marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bisexuality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oral" /><title>Room 215</title><content type="html">For the longest time, I was unsure if I was going to write this up. I couldn't decide how I felt about the whole thing. After letting it sit and just percolate for a couple weeks, I think I have formed an opinion on my recent encounter with another guy. It was a let down overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had talked to this person for a bit, and actually one attempt at meeting had fallen apart but things fell in place and we were attempting again. He would be driving through town, and decided to stay the night. So I was going to go over and meet him at his motel room that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at his room about 8:30 and knocked lightly. We shake hands as I walk in. He sits back at his laptop on the table and I sit on the corner of the bed. There is palpable nervousness in the air. We wind up with small talk, talking about football and fantasy leagues. It helped establish some comfort. However the talking went on a little long, but finally action was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both stripped down, he left his socks on. That really should have been my first clue. He was as tall as me, maybe shorter, but thinner, kinda wiry. He reached over and started stroking my cock. I lay back on the bed and let him do his thing. He commented how he liked my cock then proceeded to go down on me. He was actually pretty decent, and it felt good, I was enjoying myself. After a few minutes, he said he would have come by now. That should have been clue number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he sat back, I reached over and started stroking his cock. It was a nice one, little longer than mine, and about the same width. He went ahead and lay back on the bed, and I stroked him to hardness. I couldn't wait any longer and started running my tongue up and down his shaft. Swirling it around the head, teasing and tonguing the frenulum, then taking him in my mouth and going down slowly. I dunno about him, but damn I am enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move up and down on him for a bit, then trail my tongue down and lick and gently suck his balls, stroking his cock as I did it. Licking my way back up his length, I took him in my mouth again, and restarted again, this time stroking as I sucked. I stopped sucking, but continued steadily jacking him off as I made some comment. Then with no warning, he was coming. If he was still in my mouth and gave me no warning, he'd be driving off minus a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a clean up, I lie back and he started sucking on me again, and again, he is pretty good. I am enjoying it a lot but then he stops and starts stroking me. Then is starts getting half assed, and it looks like he is watching the TV. I try to spur things along with offering to do it myself, seeing if that might do something. He let's me and then gets a drink of his beer, watches some TV, and then comes back and sorta plays with my balls some. At this point, I have pretty much lost any feeling of arousal, so I just stop. I guess once he got his, he was riding the waves of indifference. It goes back to talking and after awhile, I know nothing else is happening so get dressed. We chat for a bit but then I say it is getting late and take off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, this was kind of a sucky encounter. Almost there for two hours, and only about ah alf hour of sex and I didn't get mine. However, what makes it so hard for me to completely rule this craptacular, and this is sad, is that I got to play with some cock. It had been so long since getting to play with a guy, and longer still since he was of a size I could actually go down on. I enjoyed that right there, even though short lived, so damn much. So, a small silver lining, in the otherwise dark cloud of an encounter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-6293341522227449069?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/MUvg3gZxV_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/6293341522227449069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/6293341522227449069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/MUvg3gZxV_w/room-215.html" title="Room 215" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2009/04/room-215.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINSH47eSp7ImA9WxVbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-5752487946995156229</id><published>2009-04-01T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:16:39.001-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-01T16:16:39.001-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oral" /><title>This Old House</title><content type="html">Pianti and I had just finished installing a locking door knob on our bedroom door, and we were surveying our work. She was on the floor, leaning against the bed, while I ran the door through its paces. Happy with how things were, I stepped back next to her, and looked down. Pianti opened her mouth wide, in a teasing and suggestive manner. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring I'd call her bluff, I pulled my sweats down and moved in front of Pianti's face and had to lean over to get my cock to her lips. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Taking more into her mouth, she started going down but it was awkward with me leaning over and her half laying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pianti sat fully upright and things were much easier now. Taking me all in, and then using slow strokes up and down, I was very much enjoying this random gift. Pianti continued sucking me off, getting faster and faster. I was definitely building up, but that was when we thought we heard the children back from their trip. Dammit. Putting it back inside my pants, we go out to investigate, and see we were mistaken. Thank god, but I need some relief. I tell her to get back in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to get in there and bend her over the bed and fuck her silly but I found Pianti laying on the bed on her tummy, face at the edge of the bed. Oh I am certainly okay with finishing this way. I pull my still throbbing cock out and she resumes her oral ministrations. There is no slow build up this time, but right to serious work. Perhaps she could feel my urgency. When she started cupping my balls and playing with them, that was the end. I told her I was coming and she continued sucking me off until the last second, pulling me from her mouth and spraying her throat and chest with my come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh was I ever happy happy. However, I wanted Pianti happy happy too. I told her to lay down and get her Miracle Massager, which she did, with the g-spot attachment on it. Pianti began fucking herself with that while I toyed with one, then both nipples. Twisting and tugging on them while she squirmed beneath the onslaught of toy and hand. Pianti came quicker than I did, and much much harder as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this kind of stuff is going to happen, I am going to become Mr Fixit. Fuckit, I'ma break stuff on purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-5752487946995156229?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/SzDCofLQ9qQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5752487946995156229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5752487946995156229?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/SzDCofLQ9qQ/this-old-house.html" title="This Old House" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-old-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAARHY9cSp7ImA9WxVXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-1498768230701828097</id><published>2009-02-12T10:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:12:25.869-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T11:12:25.869-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><title>So, Yeah, I've Been Replaced</title><content type="html">So I bought Pianti a sex toy last week and it arrived yesterday. It was a Miracle Massager and something that she really wanted. We got one from ViebReview way back but it broke after one use, and that one time was enough for her to know she wanted it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously it must be put to the test that night, because really, who wants to wait? Pianti was giggling as she played with it after plugging it in, about how it made her hand go numb. Then she put on the g-spot attachment over the head and then started attacking me with it. Dork. I have to say though, having that kinda vibration on the perineum did not suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Pianti got back around to herself, and a little lube and she had it inside her and all I can say is...holy shit. She was moaning instantly. I scooted over and started playing with her nipples and well, that just lit the fuse apparently. Within a minute, at the very best, and Pianti had stiffened in what truly could be called some sort of orgasmic rictus. She couldn't even get Oh god out...it was just one long ooooh as she came. And came. And came. She started moaning too much, too much, but yet she didn't stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she turned it off, and her body visible collapsed as if the electrical current running through her body had been switched off. I have no idea if it was one giant two minute orgasm or if there was several in there, all I know is that she was out of it. Pianti grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. I slid two fingers in and commented that she was really quite wet. She told me to go lower. I felt down her ass, her thighs, the bed...all quite soaked. Apparently she squirted. I always suspected she was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pianti is a little peeved by this. Only because she was unprepared and there was a helluva wet spot, which for once, she could not blame on me. After a bit of recuperation, letting her eyes roll back from in their sockets, she took the attachment off and started using it on her clit. I moved to play with her nipples but that was verboten as she was still charged from the last one so moved my hand to her pussy. I just teased her pussy, without insertion for the longest time, as she teased and toyed with herself. Pianti purposely took her time because I could tell she could have come instantly had she wished. I went back to her tits but instead of playing with her nipples, I just gripped her tits roughly and played with that way. Again her body stiffened as the current was reapplied, or an orgasm, either way, ran through her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she turned it off again and collapsed, the first thing she said was, dammit, I did it again. I told Pianti we were doing this again Friday morning after the kids were at school so I can watch. She told me to get on, and so I gladly did. The entire time we had sex, she just kept giggling. After watching her come like this, it didn't take long for me to come, and as much as I enjoyed mine, it certainly was paled in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we cleaned up, and settled for bed, Pianti told me that I needed to take this toy, and hide it, lock it up. Maybe break it out once a week for her to use but otherwise keep it away, as she would use it too much. So that right there should be a testament to how much we enjoyed our new toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-1498768230701828097?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/aMUjbDDuGjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1498768230701828097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1498768230701828097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/aMUjbDDuGjY/so-yeah-ive-been-replaced.html" title="So, Yeah, I've Been Replaced" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-yeah-ive-been-replaced.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFQH8-cCp7ImA9WxVXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-4948419647520032762</id><published>2009-02-09T09:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:21:51.158-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-09T10:21:51.158-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><title>I'm Sorry, Did I Break Your Concentration?</title><content type="html">I know I have mentioned many a time on here that my wife can be a bit of a brat at times. Good thing that I find this to be cute. She proved it yet again this weekend, although I did sort of ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found ourselves late Saturday afternoon lying in bed with the beautiful sound of no kids. There would be no sign of kids for a good while, and though we had fucked like bunnies the night before, I wanted more. I made my intentions clear and Pianti was teasingly coy about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally just walked over to her side of the bed, and pulled her by her shorts to the edge, and then removing her clothes from the waist down. When she asked what I was doing, I told her I was fucking her from behind, and then because I am flippant sometimes, told her she could keep reading her book. Pianti got on her hands and knees for me, and damn if that minx didn't bring her book with her, reading with her ass raised up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this as a challenge of course. I was going to do everything in my power to make it as difficult as possible for her to read. I pushed my way inside her and she remained indifferent. Slowly I started, taking my time, enjoying the feel of her, as she periodically turned the page. Increasing my rhythm, I was going faster and harder now, jarring her and definitely making it hard to read. Pianti kept trying valiantly to read, and she was acting nonplussed on the outside, but her pussy was getting wetter and I suspected I had her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had a very firm grip on her hips, and was pulling her back onto me with each thrust, her head was down, but her attention was no longer on the book. I moved my hands to her shoulders and pulling her back as I continued fucking her harder and harder. The book got set aside now and Pianti was definitely into it now. My hands found their way from her shoulders to either side of her neck, holding her firmly. When this elicited a moan from her, I knew my win was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had her lay on her side, and slid back inside. I honestly do not know what it is about this position but it is almost a guaranteed way to make me come. Of course it doesn't hurt that I can watch Pianti pinch her nipples while I fuck her. When she played with one of mine as she pulled at one of hers, well, that certainly was about all it took and I was coming rather forcefully inside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick clean up, Pianti was on her back fucking herself with her favorite rabbit as I pinched both her nipples and bit her gently on the throat, and growled dirty things at her. She came in under a minute, and I love knowing she is so turned on that she comes near instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our afternoon trysts. Something about fucking in the daylight perhaps. All I know is that we need to get the kids out of the house more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-4948419647520032762?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/od4BFA_3oQc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4948419647520032762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4948419647520032762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/od4BFA_3oQc/im-sorry-did-i-break-your-concentration.html" title="I'm Sorry, Did I Break Your Concentration?" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry-did-i-break-your-concentration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NSX8-fCp7ImA9WxVQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-5259539680852292834</id><published>2009-02-05T15:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:54:58.154-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-05T15:54:58.154-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT" /><title>Guest HNT</title><content type="html">So I have a very lovely friend who shared an HNT with me but no way to share it with the world, so being the giving guy that I am, I said I would put it up here. She wishes to remain anonymous but I'm sure she'd still love some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUfgQH3Xtqk/SYtfjOTAxAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9HR8QXjw1gU/s1600-h/Sun_Stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUfgQH3Xtqk/SYtfjOTAxAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9HR8QXjw1gU/s320/Sun_Stripes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299434445269419010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-5259539680852292834?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/eezwln-ymn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5259539680852292834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5259539680852292834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/eezwln-ymn8/guest-hnt.html" title="Guest HNT" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUfgQH3Xtqk/SYtfjOTAxAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9HR8QXjw1gU/s72-c/Sun_Stripes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2009/02/guest-hnt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8DQn85fyp7ImA9WxVSGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-4893720875499568890</id><published>2009-01-14T16:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:57:53.127-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-14T16:57:53.127-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bisexuality" /><title>So Now What?</title><content type="html">(Let's just pretend I haven't been missing forever, k? Thx.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nine months since the last time I was with a guy. I'd be lying if I didn't say I didn't want to. I tend to go through cycles for my desires with this, and I have been on a high for quite awhile. So as of late, I have been semi-perusing play time for my bi proclivities. I have been talking with a rather decent possibility. In actuality, we may be meeting tonight. However, I find my excitement being smothered by my paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of being seen at a motel, or something to that effect. When I lived out in California, living in a city of half a million bestowed it's own portion of anonymity. Living in a town of 15k is a whole different kettle of fish. I am still in the closet publicly (I'm so far in the closet, I'm in Narnia) and with good reason more so here in the bible belt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being found out is not the end of the world, but it is more hassle than I want to deal with. I don't need to make life tough for my family and well, I'm really not strong enough to deal with something like that. Perhaps that makes me a poor bisexual, or just a poor human being period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is what I am wrestling with these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-4893720875499568890?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/PtK7ER2JClM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4893720875499568890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4893720875499568890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/PtK7ER2JClM/so-now-what.html" title="So Now What?" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-now-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DR30-fCp7ImA9WxRbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-2566334014075483256</id><published>2008-12-05T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:51:16.354-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T20:51:16.354-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musings" /><title>Five Years...Holy Shite</title><content type="html">So here we are. Five years of chronicling my sex life. It really is rather hard to comprehend, get my mind around. Five years is a long time, and almost an eternity within the sex blogging community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the people that come here and see what I have to say. Hopefully I stirred them in some way. Thank those of you that have commented, sent me IMs, and even the emails. Especially the ones that came with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank everyone that has inspired me. There are some great blogs out there, and I enjoy reading them. They give me ideas, they reassure, and they most certainly turn me on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I have to thank Pianti. If it wasn't for her five years ago, us laying in bed, and getting a wild hair, we wouldn't be here. She is the awesome, and I hope you all can tell how much I adore, love and most certainly lust for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy ride with ups and downs, and certainly some very interesting side streets. We have come a long way baby, and we still have more to go, however long it lasts. Thanks for coming, and hitching along with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-2566334014075483256?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/lsShhE0bLKs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/2566334014075483256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/2566334014075483256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/lsShhE0bLKs/five-yearsholy-shite.html" title="Five Years...Holy Shite" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/12/five-yearsholy-shite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MFSXY8eSp7ImA9WxRbFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-3294216214622959489</id><published>2008-12-04T14:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:16:58.871-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-04T15:16:58.871-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HNT" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pics" /><title>HNT</title><content type="html">It's been awhile since I have done an HNT and figured why the hell not. With tomorrow being the 5th anniversary for doing Wanton Maleness, I thought I'd use a picture of both Pianti and I, I certainly couldn't do this blog without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUfgQH3Xtqk/SThCLq7mT8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IAKj-xHYdyI/s1600-h/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUfgQH3Xtqk/SThCLq7mT8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IAKj-xHYdyI/s320/legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276039731734794178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-3294216214622959489?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/UG7oHwfgcdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/3294216214622959489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/3294216214622959489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/UG7oHwfgcdM/hnt.html" title="HNT" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUfgQH3Xtqk/SThCLq7mT8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IAKj-xHYdyI/s72-c/legs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/12/hnt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFRn4ycCp7ImA9WxRbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-7323660770056327540</id><published>2008-12-03T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:01:57.098-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-03T17:01:57.098-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oral" /><title>Morning Wake-up Service</title><content type="html">One weekend morning I was up before Pianti, and it was really time for her to be up. I thought I'd ease her transition into the waking world as gently as I could. I started by rubbing her back and legs, giving her a small massage. When she rolled onto her back, I kissed her belly, making my way to her neck where I bestowed many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pianti stirred beneath me, but was still fighting off the chains of sleep. I kept kissing her neck and up and down between her breasts. I had no evil intent, I was being good, and just doing a nice thing. Of course little did I know that she was waking from a sex dream. So when her hand reached up and snaked inside my pants and started jerking me off, yeah, not expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as that started happening, I stopped being good, and started kissing and sucking her nipples. Her response of stroking me faster told me she approved. I moved back to her neck and gently bit her a few times but then straightened up, eager to be rid of my clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was standing next to the bed, as soon as my cock was free, Pianti's hand returned, and I moved closer to make it easier for her. Apparently I was just the right amount of close because she took me fully into her mouth. This was perfect. I had been craving a blow job and here it was. Pianti didn't try and tease or bring me along slowly, she was working me over for all she was worth. It got even better when she moved to her hands and knees, face at the edge of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slowed to stop but left me in her mouth, and so I grasped her head, fingers in her hair and began fucking her face for awhile. This turned us both on, as she took over, and I felt myself close to orgasm. I decided I was coming this way, taking what I wanted. It felt incredible, and when I was about to explode, I pulled from her mouth and came all over her tits and neck, and damn was it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wiping herself off, Pianti got her favorite rabbit out and began fucking herself while I played with her tits and nipples, mixed in with the occasional foray between her legs, spreading her wide, or pinching her inner thighs. She came rather quickly and her climax seemed to rival my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good intentions certainly paid off in unexpected ways. I cannot think of a better way of starting a morning off, unless it included breakfast in bed perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-7323660770056327540?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/aZ5BvFrDUzo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/7323660770056327540?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/7323660770056327540?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/aZ5BvFrDUzo/morning-wake-up-service.html" title="Morning Wake-up Service" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-wake-up-service.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDQ30_cSp7ImA9WxRbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-1818599366023968994</id><published>2008-12-02T09:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:14:32.349-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-02T11:14:32.349-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oral" /><title>A Slice of Heaven</title><content type="html">I'm walking out of the bathroom freshly showered, feeling warm and freshly scrubbed. As I am walking to the door to go check on the kids before bed, I notice that Pianti had her hand moving beneath the blanket, very near a region of great interest to me. Hopping into bed, and scooting up next to her, I can hear the tiny whir of something going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started helping, because I am a helpful kinda guy, ya know? Started with caressing and gently squeezing her breasts through the blankets, trying to find her nipples through the fabric and flick them. Pushing the covers down, I expose them and begin anew. Leaning down, I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it in deep before holding on to it with my teeth. I appreciate the moan it elicits. She then catches me off guard with a request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pianti wants me to straddle her face so she can rim me while she masturbates. Quick to recover, I get my shorts off and with some maneuvering, place myself within tongues reach. I was in heaven. Her teasing and probing, watching her play with her clit with her tiny vibe and of course I was stroking myself, it was a delicious and heady cocktail. Switching between jerking off and groping her tits, pulling on her nipples, and sometimes doing both, Pianti finally started tensing up and then the wave crashed and her body was jerking beneath me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing was good as my knees were starting to hurt, so I rolled off of her and continued masturbating as I lay beside her. Once Pianti had her breath back, she start teasing my nipples, and after a bit, my ass as well. I was certainly building towards my orgasm when she rolled away and repositioned herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know how to properly describe this one. It's like an X with her on her back and me on my side and perpendicular to her. It's a relaxing position that hits different spots for Pianti and feels a little different for me. While we are locked like this, I begin playing with her nipple, and she started to vibe her clit again. Soon enough and we were both coming. Coming together is a rarity anymore, so it was quite enjoyable when we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to make this night better was when we got out of bed and had leftover pie. It was tasty. The pie, and the evening that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-1818599366023968994?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/JRCOy1zqajI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1818599366023968994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1818599366023968994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/JRCOy1zqajI/slice-of-heaven.html" title="A Slice of Heaven" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/12/slice-of-heaven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFR38-fyp7ImA9WxRVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-1703969002764777892</id><published>2008-11-11T11:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:35:16.157-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-11T13:35:16.157-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><title>Magic Monday</title><content type="html">Yesterday was one of those days that while no singular incident made the day, as a whole, it was just a great day. One that will stick with me for awhile and give me cause to enjoy it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting in reverse chronological order, we fell asleep while rubbing on each other, preceded by simple TV watching, an awesome rainy day dinner of beef stew, reading in bed together, homemade chocolate chip cookies, gaming, shopping, and starting the day off was some really good sex. I'll assume you're here for the sex, not the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping the kids at school, and calling in to work, Pianti flopped into bed next to me. She told me she called in because she needed some nookie. I began rubbing on her, massaging and getting her warm beneath the sheet. Soon I was spooning her and biting her lightly on her shoulders and neck. Then I was dragging my stubble all the way up from the small of her back, to kissing her behind her ear. Pianti was beginning to respond in earnest. And here gentle reader, is where I fail you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our dalliances these days are hurried affairs, and lacking in much of the way in foreplay. This morning was such a polar opposite from that. The foreplay went on forever, and was so fevered, and enjoyable, it became such a pleasurable blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall biting her increasingly harder, gripping her and when she tried to roll away, pulling her back to me and having my way some more. I know at one point we were laying in such a way, I was teasing her pussy with both hands, one from the front and the other behind. One rubbing her clit, while the other spread her wide and slid a finger in. I vaguely remember having one of her legs in a scissor lock so she couldn't escape while I sucked and nibbled a nipple, while fingering her. There was this and so much more and it was heated and passionate and so damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally I spread her legs and got on top of her, Pianti was more than ready, and I was more than willing. From the first thrust inside her, she was moaning already, moving her hips in time. Her fingers flew to my nipples, playing with them, turning me on. I wondered why she wanted this part to end so quickly after the extended foreplay, why would she want me to come so soon? I quickly realized that she did it not for me, but for herself, as she began to scream, moan and buck beneath me as she came. Wow that was quick, but damn I love when she does that, and it only served to spur me on, fucking her harder and doing all the little things that drive her wild. A second climax followed the swell of the first, this one even larger and more fierce, serving to do me in as I growled in her ear how she was making me come. My orgasm rivaled hers and between us, we soaked the sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to know I can still make her come by myself, given the time. We usually rely on toys due to our lack of time or energy and so making her climax like that always puts a bit of a swagger back in my walk, so to speak. It was a great start to the day. I can use more Mondays like that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-1703969002764777892?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/_6nLAMBJmrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1703969002764777892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1703969002764777892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/_6nLAMBJmrY/magic-monday.html" title="Magic Monday" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/11/magic-monday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MDRXs9cSp7ImA9WxRWF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-2009375565653223947</id><published>2008-11-03T13:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:51:14.569-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-03T14:51:14.569-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anal" /><title>Frottage Is Not Hobbit Porn</title><content type="html">I woke up horny Saturday morning, certainly nothing new there. I rolled over to rub Pianti's back, butt and legs as I do and couldn't help that my erection was poking into her ass. She didn't seem to mind either. As she stretched into my massage, she would press back against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes of this, I told her I wanted her this morning. I was told that was too bad, because the shop was closed for business. I teased her that fine, I would just dry hump her right then. Ordinarily this is a beatable offense. I have had bruises that linger for weeks for grabbing a leg and teasingly giving her a bit of a hump. This morn she just arched her back and rubbed against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one usually for serious frottage, much less to completion, I figured what the hell, let's give it a try. She even went so far as to pull her panties down, so I pulled my shorts off and it felt quite good. Good enough to get off? Unlikely. Then she got some lube out and applied to my cock. Wow. Definitely added more to the sensation, another dimension of enjoyment was added and certainly closer than before, but no, I didn't see myself coming on her ass/small of her back any day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to take matters into hand, when she got some more lube out and next thing I know, I am being pressed inside her. When one door closes, sometimes instead of a window opening, the backdoor opens, as was this lovely case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt incredible, as it always does. Between rubbing on her and her dirty talking me, I was coming in no time. I had no sooner finished shuddering when she was reaching for a vibe and began working her clit, with me still inside her. I pinched, twisted and pulled on her nipples in between just manhandling her tits and soon she was the one shuddering. It was kind of cool feeling her climax with me still buried in her ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick cleanup, and we were ready to start our day. Mine certainly got off on the right foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-2009375565653223947?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/w_RHe1ACp1k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/2009375565653223947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/2009375565653223947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/w_RHe1ACp1k/frottage-is-not-hobbit-porn.html" title="Frottage Is Not Hobbit Porn" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/11/frottage-is-not-hobbit-porn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERXkyeSp7ImA9WxRWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-8972641005589782302</id><published>2008-10-27T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:13:24.791-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T10:13:24.791-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><title>Will Go Wrong</title><content type="html">I find it terribly amusing that the last post was titled What Can Go Wrong, and then in my life, everything did. Oh it was an interesting couple of weeks. Everyone taking turns being sick, with Pianti going a week plus. Relatives in the hospital. Sex for the last few weeks, has not been the mainstay it usually is in this household. It wasn't even really thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, everyone is healed up and healthy. So far at least. We do seem to be getting a groove back and that is a welcome relief. We even went so far as having a first. Which honestly, after seven years, is kind of, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a great big first, it would live upon the realm of lesser firsts really. Pianti was trying on some shirts given to her, and frankly, they were verging on pirate shirts. We were laughing about and joking and then she put on a peasant skirt and head scarf and there we are, she's a gypsy. Next thing I know, she is on her hands and knees on the bed, and I have her skirt pushed around her hips and we are fucking madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go, first dress up sex. Although I dunno if we'll ever do the role play. But who am I to say it will never happen, I never thought I'd be into rope, and BDSM and hell, ever be with a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I truly enjoyed fucking her in that long skirt. I do believe that is the first time I have had a woman wearing a skirt. I loved pushing it up from her legs and exposing her to me while fucking her from behind. Rolling it in my fist at the band and using it to pull her back onto me. Or when I was on top of her, how it would pool between our bodies. It was fucking hot. Definitely open to more skirt fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is such as it were. Things should be picking up around here again. Stick around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-8972641005589782302?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/dBiAmAq0CNc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8972641005589782302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8972641005589782302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/dBiAmAq0CNc/will-go-wrong.html" title="Will Go Wrong" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/10/will-go-wrong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DRXk5cCp7ImA9WxRQFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-4215137771433218208</id><published>2008-10-07T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:04:34.728-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-07T15:04:34.728-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>What Can Go Wrong...</title><content type="html">Last night, as Pianti and I were watching TV, another thunder storm rolled in overhead. It was a fair sized one with plenty of bright sheets of lightning and rolling waves of thunder. I love it, and it tends to turn us both on. When the skies opened up, and the rain came down in torrents, Pianti looked at me with a smile. I said, let's go, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She surprised me by getting up and heading for the bedroom. With an internal cheer I threw the remote down, and disengaged myself from puppy and blanket and followed her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it all unraveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat started following us, meowing her stupid ass off. She wouldn't shut up, so I shooed her and shut the door. Now while this may be TMI, but I had to pee first or there would be no sexing. By now, Pianti is naked on the bed and the rain has doubled in intensity and with our window open, it just sounds amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come out of the bathroom to have Pianti tell me the cat is standing out the door still meowing her fool head off. Dammit she is going to wake the youngest. Open door to find youngest petting the cat. Oh that is just spiffy. Put littlest back to bed, and go to feed cat to shut her up. Throw some food in the general area of her bowl and race back to my naked wife. I rip off my clothes, and kiss up the small of her back to her shoulders only to realize the deafening silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm was now gone. No rain, no thunder, no nothing. Nada. Hey, what's that? Oh it's the ambiance leaving taking the moment with it. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked out though, but that is another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has gone horribly wrong for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-4215137771433218208?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/qgnhowVVDuo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4215137771433218208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4215137771433218208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/qgnhowVVDuo/what-can-go-wrong.html" title="What Can Go Wrong..." /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-can-go-wrong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGRnozeCp7ImA9WxRRGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-4604774381684118992</id><published>2008-09-30T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:15:27.480-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T14:15:27.480-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><title>Review: ID Millennium</title><content type="html">Okay, everyone loves sex, and sex toys that help enhance your sexual escapades, but let us not forget a frequently overlooked helper in the bedroom, the lube. A little bit of lube can make things go easier, feel better and completely enhance our enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/id_millennium?minion=DGE"&gt;ID Millennium&lt;/a&gt; is definitely a big time helper. This silicone based lubricant provides some serious long lasting effects with minimal application. Pianti and I have used it a few times during sex, and it has lasted the entire session each and every time. It may very well become our go to lube, ready and within reach when we have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even gave it a try while masturbating. I'm usually a dry rub kinda guy, but for the sake of a review, felt I should give it a try that way as well. The &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/id_millennium?minion=DGE"&gt;ID Millennium&lt;/a&gt; provided a nice slick enjoyment and stayed that way the entire time. We haven't tried it yet with anal sex, but it will be the bottle we grab next time we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course since it is silicone based, you do not want to use this with your silicone based toys. That is a definite no no. Also, being silicone, it is a little more effort of clean up with warm water and soap. On the plus side, it doesn't tend to get sticky after awhile like many water based lubes do. It's nice not having to stop and reapply. &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/id_millennium?minion=DGE"&gt;Millennium&lt;/a&gt; is also completely compatible with latex condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/id_millennium?minion=DGE"&gt;ID Millennium&lt;/a&gt; is a great lube and is definitely worthy of being in your bedside table, ready to go whenever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/how_to/obama_for_president?minion=DGE"&gt;VibeReview still has their 10% off special going on. Get in and grab some great toys at a discount.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-4604774381684118992?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/R5h7gBhtTsk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4604774381684118992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/4604774381684118992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/R5h7gBhtTsk/review-id-millennium.html" title="Review: ID Millennium" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/review-id-millennium.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IBSHc6fCp7ImA9WxRRE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-8607245494883585789</id><published>2008-09-25T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:39:19.914-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-25T14:39:19.914-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musings" /><title>Study in Change</title><content type="html">I find myself thinking of last night, and the sex that Pianti and I had. I enjoyed it quite a bit, and wonder if I would have, say, ten or fifteen years ago. While I don't think I could categorize it as rough sex, it was certainly on the cusp of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I was having regular sex, and happy with it. I still am, but I do enjoy...more...now as well. Our tastes change, that's obvious, but is it evolution or discovery of something that was already there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that when I had Pianti on her back, and I was touching her, and not in the soft manner I tend, but forcibly rubbing her, I was enjoying it. Cheek caressing turned to her head and neck firmly held in my grip. Grabbing her breasts with twists, pulling on her nipples until her breathing, hell, my breathing quickened. Gripping the flesh of her inner thigh, squeezing until she moaned.And more so the enjoyment I get from it, the pleasure Pianti gets only makes it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading her legs, pinning one down with my body and lifting the other up high, dragging nails up soft flesh, and then without any semblance of a preamble, push two fingers inside her and begin fucking her with them. Having Pianti so excited, she pushes my head to her pussy for that fleeting rarity. Sucking her clit and fucking her harder until she comes in quiet whimpers and grinding hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having her pull me on top of her in urgent motions, needing me, and right fucking now. Oh how I enjoy that. Fucking her hard and deep, yes, roughly, and having her come and come beneath me is exquisite. I enjoy it so now. Having her beg for me, pleading for me to come in her, to fill her up, is a thrill. Holding her close as we both come down, feels even more tender than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got here, to come to enjoy this type of play. Honestly, I don't care much more than a curiosity. It does leave me wondering if I have come this far, what lies in wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-8607245494883585789?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/Q8cFEos8LB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8607245494883585789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8607245494883585789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/Q8cFEos8LB4/study-in-change.html" title="Study in Change" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/study-in-change.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMRH84cSp7ImA9WxRRF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-8463268166173452677</id><published>2008-09-23T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:04:45.139-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T10:04:45.139-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><title>Review: Mia</title><content type="html">When &lt;a href="http://www.aagblog.com/"&gt;Always Aroused Girl&lt;/a&gt; asked on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/home"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; about volunteers to help her and &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;Eden Fantasys&lt;/a&gt; out with some &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;sex toy&lt;/a&gt; reviews, well, my hand shot up. This was purely a selfless act on my part. I'm a helper, and I do what I can. No, no, really. Selfless I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the LELO &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; arrived, Pianti and I were excited. We have enjoyed previous LELO products, and so were looking forward to trying out another. Again, it arrived well packaged, as all Lelo products seem to, nestled inside it's lovely black box, was the pretty in pink &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mia is a wee tiny thing. It is small and discrete, about 4 inches long and kinda looks like a lipstick case. If someone saw it lying around, or in your purse, I don't think anyone would suspect a thing, so definitely travel friendly. Another thing about the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; that makes it travel friendly, is that is rechargeable, and not by outlet, but by USB port to your computer. Pretty nifty, isn't it? So you could charge it up by your laptop on a road trip perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we had ours charged up, we were ready to give it a go. It is a multi-speed vibe, that given it's size, has a pretty decent punch to it. In addition to having multiple speeds, it has three pulsing mode settings. It has a small silicon (so don't use silicon lube) button pad set into the hard plastic that makes up the rest of the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt;, and is fairly easy to access during play. Someone next to you would hear it, but not through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to truly put it to the test. Pianti lay back, and as she is wont to do, went straight for the highest speed vibration setting. Judging from her soft murmurs, I figured the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; was meeting with approval. I sidled up closer to watch the process and to help out with my special brand of encouragement, namely, play with her breasts and nipples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pianti switched to the pulse modes and tried out those for a while, and while enjoyable, she prefers the constant buzz of the vibration settings. Now the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; is tapered on one end for precise direction of vibration and the other end is flat and Pianti tried both ends to satisfaction. However, as she became more excited and pressed harder, the flat side, which is also the cap for the charging end, popped open a tiny bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running it through it's paces, seeing what the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; could do, Pianti settled down to get off, and between the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt;'s steady and powerful vibrations, and well, my fingers inside her and pinching her nipples, she got off rather nicely. It was a good orgasm, that left her breathless for a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pros to the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; are its size and discretion, it's rechargeable, and powerful for its size. Cons were few. It was a bit slippery and dropped or fumbled with a couple times when it got slick with lube and what not. The end popping open a slight bit worried us a bit, could cause pinching which would be a buzz kill, and with repeated openings to charge, hope it doesn't become worse over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to convince Pianti to take it to work for some naughty fun, but to no avail. Yet. Overall, a very pleasant toy. We give the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/discreet-vibrators/mia"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; four stars out of a possible five. LELO has impressed us yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-8463268166173452677?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/QaMuFsNl7Ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8463268166173452677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8463268166173452677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/QaMuFsNl7Ig/review-mia.html" title="Review: Mia" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/review-mia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHQXk-eSp7ImA9WxRSGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-8232738951091399232</id><published>2008-09-19T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:55:30.751-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T21:55:30.751-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>200,000</title><content type="html">I have offically hit 200,000 hits here and I am amazed by it. Many thanks to all my vistors, whether you came once or are regulars, commenters or lurkers, I thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the curious, #200k came to me from Lille, France.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-8232738951091399232?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/Kelfc16Pq40" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8232738951091399232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8232738951091399232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/Kelfc16Pq40/200000.html" title="200,000" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/200000.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFR3o4cCp7ImA9WxRSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-5266295046014298468</id><published>2008-09-19T13:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:35:16.438-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T16:35:16.438-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>My That's Big</title><content type="html">I have been horribly horrible about writing here as of late. Certainly not do to a lack of inspiration, the sex has been both plentiful and incredible. Just the process of getting it from the bedroom to the digital paper has been where I foul up. Which really is a pity as it has been some hot sex. Not to mention new toys to tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I am fast approaching 200,000 hits on the ole blogstead here. I find that exciting in a giddy manner or some such. Perhaps I should give the person who hits 200k a prize of some sort. Not that I have anything to give. Unless less they wanted like a naked picture or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, for hitting 200,000...I should be showered with naked pictures. It's not a bad thought really, but I figure getting struck by lightning while carnally engaged with Salma Hayek is more likely. However, do feel free when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my promise, my resolve to get free of my writing malaise and get back to what I do best (or at least fairly well) and writing &lt;s&gt;fine literary&lt;/s&gt; smut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-5266295046014298468?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/uLA1ki6dQq0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5266295046014298468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/5266295046014298468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/uLA1ki6dQq0/my-thats-big.html" title="My That's Big" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-thats-big.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BRHg5fCp7ImA9WxRTGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-1774234075772166870</id><published>2008-09-08T12:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:40:55.624-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T15:40:55.624-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>These Are A Few of my Favorite Things</title><content type="html">I loves me some wimmin. I love naked women. I love BBWs. I love rope and bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we put all of this together, well it looks something like &lt;a href="http://www.hikarikesho.com/eng/portfolio.php?cat=1&amp;sub=0&amp;sl=5"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumminess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-1774234075772166870?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/M_UBeIYZQOo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1774234075772166870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1774234075772166870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/M_UBeIYZQOo/these-are-few-of-my-favortie-things.html" title="These Are A Few of my Favorite Things" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-are-few-of-my-favortie-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8GQnozfCp7ImA9WxRTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-1706071072153399057</id><published>2008-09-08T11:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:27:03.484-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-08T12:27:03.484-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oral" /><title>Morning Abandon</title><content type="html">I really shouldn't be yawning like this. I should be running around accomplishing lots with a big stupid grin on my face, not feeling wiped out like this. But late to bed and early to rise will certainly slow anyone down but the forty five minute romp with Pianti seems to have done me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back in bed after many goodbyes and sending everyone off to school and work. So needless to say I was surprised to wake from a light doze to see Pianti coming into the bedroom. More so after she stripped and got in with me. Color me shocked, as I did not see this coming as I had my way with her the previous morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pianti had about a half hour before going in at nine. Yes I said earlier we had a forty five minute romp. Someone went in to work a wee bit late. But hey, that happens when you get to have some glorious sex like we did. Glorious, loud uninhibited sex. She moaned and screamed out loud, the bed shook and squeaked and our bodies slapped and I spanked her ass and thigh. The window was open and we didn't care. The garbage men drove by our window and we didn't even bother to slow down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several positions and many orgasms(by Pianti)later, I rolled off of her and got out of bed, being mindful of the time. We were hot and more than a touch sweaty, so I switched the ceiling fan from low to high. Well this put me over Pianti's supine form on the bed, and then lo, there was fellatio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't come this morning, despite having a grand time and all. I was curious as to why of course but not anxious about as I had brought quite the many to Pianti. Well, I knew now I wasn't going to be left in the zero column. I hadn't come yet because my cock was supposed to be in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some fun toying at it on her back, she rolled to her stomach and began in earnest and it was exactly what I needed. I enjoyed the view of her sucking me like this, with her legs spread behind her. It didn't take long before I was shuddering, trying to remain standing as I came into a conveniently handy towel. Well, she did have to go to work, otherwise I'd have come all over her tits and throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick clean up and hair brushing and what not by Pianti, and she was dashing out the door to work. Here I am dazed but certainly not confused. Helluva start to the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-1706071072153399057?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/3kYmOd6PXDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1706071072153399057?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/1706071072153399057?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/3kYmOd6PXDI/morning-abandon.html" title="Morning Abandon" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning-abandon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DRHsycCp7ImA9WxRTGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-6735096591902959600</id><published>2008-09-08T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:16:15.598-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-08T15:16:15.598-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><title>Review: Liv</title><content type="html">We were pretty excited to get the &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/liv?minion=DGE"&gt;Liv&lt;/a&gt; as we had heard a lot about Lelo toys in general and were looking forward to trying one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, off, as my dear wife likes to say, packaging is everything, and Lelo wins hands down in this instance. The &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/liv?minion=DGE"&gt;Liv&lt;/a&gt; comes in this lovely black box with everything you need inside, the toy, a satin bag for it, and the charger. If the box is this good, what is the toy going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/liv?minion=DGE"&gt;Liv&lt;/a&gt; just looks like a quality toy. It just drips with well built and meant to last. Seven inches long, four and a half of them insertable, it starts out and tapers as you go down the length. Without sounding corny, it really does seem to be just the right size, not too big, not too small. The power button is situated nicely and easy to get to. It takes a little getting used to, to properly adjust it while in use, but that comes quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've used the &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/liv?minion=DGE"&gt;Liv&lt;/a&gt; several times now. We've used it as a clitoral vibe and as a dildo and Pianti has enjoyed it both ways. It has seven different speeds and five vibration patterns for you to enjoy. At some speeds, the &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/liv?minion=DGE"&gt;Liv&lt;/a&gt; does have a bit of an annoying sound, but nothing worth getting up tight about. Frankly, if you are focusing more on the sound than the task at hand, you have other things to worry about. Pianti likes to crank it to high and keep it steady, but when I use it, I like to tease her and use the various speeds and pulses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often when we use it, I am fucking her with it as she uses another toy on her clit and every single time she has had a tremendous orgasm, that leaves her insides quaking and verging on sore, they are so powerful. The &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/liv?minion=DGE"&gt;Liv&lt;/a&gt; has delivered big time, each and every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many positives going for it, rechargable, easy to clean, fairly quiet, ease of use and just such a damn fine piece of work. The only negative that we have found thus far being the kind of annoying sound at some of the speeds. Worth worrying about? Oh hells noes. Get this toy. Get this toy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/how_to/obama_for_president?minion=DGE"&gt;VibeReview is still offering you 10% off all purchases through this link!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-6735096591902959600?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/lJ8avuPvAyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/6735096591902959600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/6735096591902959600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/lJ8avuPvAyI/review-liv.html" title="Review: Liv" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/review-liv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQ3s4fCp7ImA9WxRTFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-9076486138713658372</id><published>2008-09-05T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:03:02.534-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T16:03:02.534-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><title>No Kids Night Out</title><content type="html">After an evening of fun, dinner, ice cream and bookstore browsing, we came home and found our way into bed. Evenings like this tend to lead to sex, and this night was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh out of the shower, Pianti tumbled into bed and started playing with her new tiny pink toy, buzzing her clit and bits, seeing what it could do. Stereotypically male or not, I do enjoy watching her masturbate. I enjoy helping her even more, so started caressing her breasts and gently palming her nipples. She was completely enjoying herself, but does enjoy some penetration at the same time, so another toy was added to the mix, and I wielded this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teased her with different speeds and settings as I slowly fucked her with it. It makes for a nice build up for Pianti, but she really is a full speed ahead kinda girl, so I switched it full blast as she did the same with the other and soon she was shuddering beneath our combined ministrations. I've said it before, and I'm sure I will again, but damn I love watching my beautiful wife come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a quick break, actually watching Katie Morgans Porn 101 on HBO, who by the way, cracks my ass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back into things and during my travels across her body, discover she had applied lube to her pussy, and at my discovery, rolled away from me. I massaged her thigh and butt before moving up against her. I pressed my cock against her as I usually do, but instead of resistance and contact, the addition of lube (silicone)had me flying right on in to her pussy. Well hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd been sometime since Pianti and I had fucked spooning, and I savored it. I do enjoy how different positions lend different feelings and sensations to the sex. Many angles and speeds were enjoyed before I had her roll over to her back for missionary. Boring to some perhaps, but a fave of mine and usually the easiest one for me to get off on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being plenty built up towards climax from the last position, I did my best to fuck her hard and deep, try to wring another orgasm from her before I went off. Of course Pianti has to be difficult and play with my nipples and enjoying the hell out of it, got lost in my own enjoyment. When she started leaning up and tonguing them, it was all the added stimulus I needed. I could feel myself getting so close and then it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life, real sex, real shit happens. I got a damn cramp or stitch in my side. Talk about buzz kill. I tried ignoring it but no go. I had to stop and lay down for a few. Dammit^3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a suitable rest, and honestly it was more, I wanted to finish than, hey, I'm okay, we got back to it. Pianti was on her stomach, and so I straddled her legs and after a whoa, hey there, where ya going mister moment (seriously slippery lube), I was back inside her and thrusting away. We both enjoy this is position very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pianti worked a bullet vibe beneath her as I fucked her, and soon there was plenty of heavy breathing to go around. The surest aphrodisiac in this world, for me, is listening to Pianti on her way to/and getting off. I'm sure my breathing in her ear, mixed with growls and groans, informed her of my enthusiastic reaction. I couldn't tell you who came first, but we both did, and mine was long and intense, amplified by her vibe I believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collapsed on our respective sides of the bed, and regained sense and measured breathing, both sorely lacking at this moment. Finally I rolled over and kissed up from the small of her back and across her shoulders and told her I loved her. She with responded with, "why can't you be a man and just fall asleep and stop cuddling me?" It's love I tell you. So I ran off and had a post fuckery snack and then passed out. Like a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-9076486138713658372?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/q9n93T99JuA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/9076486138713658372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/9076486138713658372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/q9n93T99JuA/no-kids-night-out.html" title="No Kids Night Out" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-kids-night-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEARXo9fSp7ImA9WxRTEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163119.post-8240614531826617318</id><published>2008-08-31T10:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:37:24.465-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-31T21:37:24.465-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masturbation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><title>Review: Maven</title><content type="html">I don't have a lot of experience with strokers, I've been a do it myself kinda guy, so when I was approached to test out the &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/maven?minion=DGE"&gt;Maven&lt;/a&gt; I thought, hey this should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/maven?minion=DGE"&gt;Maven&lt;/a&gt; is incredibly soft and stretchy as it's made of Elastomer. The inside is full of ridges and nubblies, which I've never understood because I've yet to meet a pussy that did. It's a serious bright blue, but why should women get all the fun colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lubed up with some AstroGlide and slipped inside the Maven. It definitely is something different, but I'm sure that is the point. It's not like having sex, and certainly doesn't feel like using your hand. I really enjoyed the softness of it, it felt really good to start, but both times I have tried it, I get super sensitive before long. I'm talking to the point I have to stop. I managed to restart and finish to completion the second time I used it, and it felt really good coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was that it really wasn't the easiest toy to clean afterwards. Cleans with soap and water, but getting inside was a pain, or at least more effort I'd want to put in after just orgasming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try the &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/sex_toys/maven?minion=DGE"&gt;Maven&lt;/a&gt; a couple more times and see if I adjust to it or not. As it stands now, I'm only giving it three stars but with the caveat that it may just be me and my newness to masturbation sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/?minion=DGE"&gt;VibeReview&lt;/a&gt;  still has their awesome 10% off deal going right now. Click &lt;a href="http://www.vibereview.com/how_to/obama_for_president?minion=DGE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get in on the goodness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6163119-8240614531826617318?l=wantonmaleness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~4/d_h9zdI4qgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8240614531826617318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163119/posts/default/8240614531826617318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WantonMaleness/~3/d_h9zdI4qgw/review-maven.html" title="Review: Maven" /><author><name>WM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://wantonmaleness.blogspot.com/2008/08/review-maven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

