Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A Lucky Woman

I love morning sex. Is there a better way to start the day? I can't think of one. So when I got you alone, I was as ready to go as you were.

I pulled you on top of me, enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed against skin.  I could feel the wetness of your pussy rubbing against my cock. Your hips wouldn't stop, and I knew you were trying to guide me in...but I wouldn't let you. Not yet. It feels so good...such a delicious feel you rubbing up and down against me.

Finally I let you lower yourself down onto me, and we both groaned out loud as I sunk balls deep into you. We fell into a sweet lazy morning rhythm for a while. Then we rolled over, and I moved between your spread legs. You're wetter then I could have imagined, and I slid in easily. You moaned that you were cumming, and it made me smile...and made me fuck you harder and faster...without mercy.

Did you cum once, and then again...and again? Or was it one long climax? Maybe you don't know...and It doesn't matter. When you finally started to come down, I moved you onto all fours and entered you from behind. You put your head down into the pillows as I plowed you.

I knew I was close and wouldn't be able to last much longer. And I didn't. I grabbed your hips roughly and thrust deep....groaning out loud...and shooting spurt after spurt into the condom.

I held myself there for I don't know how long...just feeling the gasping breaths...your body backing up into me...your pussy squeezing me...your little moans of pleasure. Then I had to collapse, so I pulled out and lay down, bringing you into my wing. We laughed...and touched...fingertips tracing lightly over warm skin. And then it was time to go and get back to the real world.

As we were dressing, you turned to me and said, "The Sensual Goddess is a lucky woman." I laughed and agreed.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Naughty Elf

I'd like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and happy holidays. I hope everyone's been just the right combination of naughty and nice so that Santa will bring you something special.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

OKCupid Frustration

The next few days were devoted to working on my/our OKCupid profile. The goals for the profile were three-fold:

1. We wanted to present enough about me and our relationship to let potentially interested women know what's going on. That we're investigating honest and responsible non-monogamy, and that I'm on the site with the Sensual Goddess's blessing and active interest.

2. We wanted to be clear about what we're looking for - a partnered/polyamorous woman who's looking for something extra in an honest and responsible way, but not looking to change her home situation.

3. We wanted to stay non-identifiable in case any of SG's single friends stumbled on the profile.

"Non-identifiable" was the hard part...especially the profile pic. I looked through years of pics, and finally found one I liked - a pic from a hiking trip where I'm in profile with a nice woods/mountains background. SG had reservations ("I'd know that's you immediately"), but we decided that while it might be obvious to very close friends, it would probably be fine for more casual acquaintances.

So we were finally posted with a profile pic. I was happy with what we had - I think it was clear about who we are and what we're looking for. We looked through matches together every night, and it was a fun game. I wrote some messages - and for the most part got no response. That wasn't a big surprise, as I'm sure the few women who identify as polyamorous/non-monogamous are *flooded* with interest.

A few weeks went by. We continued browsing, I sent some messages, got a few responses, had a couple of back-and-forth conversations...but nothing seemed to be going anywhere.

Frustrated and with a few free minutes at lunch one day, I took what we'd written on our OKC profile, put it into a few paragraphs, and posted it into the Craigslist "men seeking women" want ads. I'm a big CL guy for buying and selling things, but the "personals" section was new to me. I'd heard it's a cesspool of spam and scam artists, but it's free to place an ad, so what did I have to lose?

I liked that it was a text-only medium with no profile pic expected. If I got any responses, we could e-mail back and forth and get to know each other before exchanging pics.

I posted the ad - and within three hours had two responses that both sounded legitimate from real local women in the same basic situation.

(To be continued)

Monday, December 14, 2015

OKCupid Profile

(Continued from "The Search Begins", where the Sensual Goddess and I agreed to begin a slow and careful search for playmates for me.)

We created an account on OKCupid and began wrestling with what to say in my profile. Goal #1 was to be vague enough that I wouldn't be recognized by any of SG's single friends. While we're clear and comfortable with what we're doing, we'd rather not be "outed" and put SG into the uncomfortable position of having to explain what isn't anyone's business but ours.

On the other hand, staying too vague would result in an uninteresting profile. In the end, just to get something posted, I came up with a fairly plain vanilla summary, identifying myself as a polyamorous professional man here with my partner's blessing, looking for a like-minded woman. We skipped adding a pic of me, ignoring the multiple warnings that a profile without a pic would be dismissed by the matching algorithms to the lowest circle of hell. We'd think more about that later.

Now, with a bare-bones profile up, we could browse other people's profiles. This was fascinating, and great entertainment for both of us. Neither of us had ever been on any kind of dating site before, and we spent a lot of time poring over profiles and noting who was looking for what - not even looking for matches for me, just taking it all in.

Once we'd satisfied some of our initial curiosity, we started looking for potential matches for me. It quickly became evident that the overwhelming majority of women there are single and looking for a monogamous relationship. I hope they all find that - but how do I look for non-monogamous ladies looking for something in addition to their main relationship?

It wasn't immediately obvious, but I finally found the search criteria where I could search for women within a mileage range who identified as "non-monogamous". That filtered the flood of ladies into a small handful. But that's okay, those are my potential matches. We looked them over...not too promising a start. Some seemed emotionally damaged, and a couple looked just plain scary (I think SG burst out laughing and said "she'd hurt you!" I was thinking the same thought.)

But there were a couple who were attractive, not *too* far away, and seemed to be looking for the same things as me. I thought about sending a few messages. But no, not yet. I have to get my profile in better shape first....

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

The Perfect Gift

I just saw this on my Facebook wall. I'm sure it's making the rounds, and maybe you've seen it by now. But just in case you haven't, it's good for a quick laugh.

Just in time for your holiday shopping too.

You're welcome. :-)

Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Search Begins

My last post ended with the Sensual Goddess and I agreeing that we should begin a slow and careful investigation into finding potential sex partners for me.

JFBreak comments that I've just won the lottery. That could very well be true. I know that I'm a lucky guy in many ways, and I know that getting to this point is something way beyond most guys wildest dreams. But nothing's happened yet, and it may never. There's a long distance between talking about something and making it real.

Frankly, it feels in some ways like walking on thin ice. I have used the words "slow and careful", haven't I? Yes, I see I have, repeatedly. And that's how it has to be. This is a new thing for both of us, and the goal is to enhance things (for both of us), without detracting in any way from what we have. Is that possible? I think it is...but I could be badly mistaken.

I'm happy and grateful that we've been able to have these conversations. If nothing actually happens as a result, that's fine - it's still exciting to think about.

Now, having decided that we should investigate, how is that done? Some reading of people's experiences showed OKCupid as a common thread, so we downloaded the app, and started to fill out a profile for me. turned out to be way harder than I thought. What do I say? How do I describe myself? How do I describe what I'm looking for?

(To be continued)

Friday, November 13, 2015

"With Great Caution"

...or "No, Not a Trap"

Thank you for the thoughtful comments on my last post. They're all pretty much spot on. I knew it wasn't a trap in the sense that expressing an interest would result in me sleeping in the doghouse.

As you correctly pointed out, it was an invitation to a discussion, not permission to go "cookie monster" on the female population. And as Jane so aptly put it, the conversation must be approached with great caution.

Have I mentioned that "great caution" is practically my middle name? (No, wait, isn't it "reckless abandon"? I can never remember....)

Whatever the case, I plunged in with reckless abandon great caution. I noted that we'd danced around the subject at various points over the years without following up, and asked if this was something we could possibly explore?

She said we could. We agreed that our intimate life is really good and that great care must be taken to ensure that this enhances that, and doesn't detract from it. She said that the thought of me with another woman turns her on - but I would have to be completely out in the open with her. This would be something *we're* doing, not something *I'm* doing. That seems entirely reasonable.

(Before anyone says, "Wait just a minute, you want to play. What about her?", that *was* part of the discussion. I wouldn't ask for something I wouldn't also give. She doesn't want to play.)

So we've very cautiously and tentatively agreed that some slow and careful exploration is appropriate.

Now to figure out exactly how to do that.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

It's a Trap!

...Or Is It?

The Sensual Goddess often sends me links to things she thinks I'll enjoy - news articles, beach resorts in the South Pacific where we'll never go...and plenty of cute cat videos. But I did a double-take when she sent me this:
Why My Husband & I Sometimes Have Sex With Other People
It was...interesting. But why had she sent it to me? We often talk about what people in blogland do and write about. Some of it seems enlightened. Some seems reckless...or downright crazy. (Not you, of course, other people.)

SG has said to me any number of times over the years, "I know you need more", and not in a disapproving way...more a laugh and shake of the head in her patented, "You're so damned bad, I can't believe what I've gotten myself into" way.

I've always laughed and agreed when she's said that, but I'd never followed up on it. This article seemed like an invitation to talk. Part of me was screaming (internally), "It's a trap! Don't go there." Every partnered man knows the right answer. "Don't be silly, sweetheart, you're all I want, all I need, the only one I think about."

Any other answer is clearly the wrong answer, and would only be providing ammunition to be used against one at some future date...right?

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Sloppy Seconds

To anyone still reading this, thank you for not deleting me from your blog list. All is well here, and I've continued lurking - I just didn't feel like I had much to say. Or when I did, I somehow couldn't muster the energy to write it down.

But now I feel like I do have some things to write about. All are 100 percent true - except the ones that are pure fantasy.

Finally, and unrelated to anything - here's a vendor I saw at a music festival this summer. Sloppy Seconds BBQ Sauce. Really?!? Clever name...but is that an association you want with something on your dinner plate? It is memorable though, and maybe that's all that matters.

Anyway, more soon.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Visiting Nurse?

I told the Sensual Goddess that due to some life insurance changes I'm making, a visiting nurse had called to schedule an appointment. She'd be coming over one morning this week to do a quick physical on me and take a blood sample. Our conversation proceeded something like this:
SG (with a twinkle in her eye): Did she have a sexy voice?
Me: Hmmm.... Not "bombshell" sexy, but she didn't sound like an old battle-axe either.
SG: And you scheduled it for Thursday at 9:45, when you knew I'd be out?
Me: She suggested that day and time, not me. (laughing) But now that you mention it, could you be sure to be gone by 9:15?
SG: What if I want to stay and watch?
Me: If you want to hide in the closet and watch, that's fine too.
SG: Yes, I'll hide in the closet.
And she accuses me of having an active imagination?

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Survey of Penis Size

No, I'm not taking a survey. ;-) I read about a scientific survey (link is here), with the intriguing title of "Here Is the Average Penis Size According to the Latest in Penis Measuring Science".

Here's an excerpt:
Penis researchers studying penis size in the penis journal BJU International have analyzed upward of 15,521 penises and have determined the average penis length in 20 previous penis studies is 5.16 inches when erect.
This paragraph raises so many questions. There's such a thing as a penis researcher?!? What does that look like on one's resume?!? There's a penis journal?!? The mind boggles....

Anyway, the link contains a normal distribution, so you can see what percentile you (or your significant other) fall into.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Blogger Relents

As a number of bloggers have noted, Google/Blogger reversed their decision on forcing adult-oriented blogs into private mode.
Google said it has received a big backlash after deciding earlier in the week that bloggers will no longer be able to "publicly share images and video that are sexually explicit or show graphic nudity." The ban was to have taken place on March 23.
Instead, Google said that the company would simply double down on its crackdown of bloggers who use their sites to sell porn.
Thank goodness.

I hadn't decided what, if anything, I would do. I heard mixed things through the grapevine about porting a blog to Wordpress - and most of all, I'd *hate* to lose my comments. A snapshot of the blog without them would be missing something vital.

The thought of going through the blog post-by-post and removing images is simply unthinkable. Partly because of the volume (I note that I'm at 403 posts, making this #404), but even more because removing images will make many of my posts meaningless. I've written a lot of Flash Fiction Friday posts, where you write a story around a given pic. Without the pic, the story loses all context.

So it turns out to not be an issue. For now. Until the next policy change.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Blogger Content Policy Update

I imagine I'm not the only one who received this note from Google's Blogger team:
Dear Blogger User,
We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content Policy that may affect your account.
In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content.
The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we've made private.
Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't experience any interruptions in service. You may also choose to create an archive of your content via Google Takeout (
For more information, please read here (
The Blogger Team
It looks like this blog will be taken private, unless I choose to do something else in the meantime. I always knew this day might come, but it's a little jarring to find it actually approaching, and with a real live deadline.

One thing I won't do is rail at Google/Blogger. They provide a free service that I've been happy to use, and they're free to change their terms of service however they like.

So I have exactly one month to decide what (if anything) to do....

Friday, February 20, 2015

Elust #67

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Yes, Squirting is Real (And it's not pee.)

These men make me SO angry

Still Kinky After All These Years  

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When It Rains

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Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

How to Make Time for Kinky Fuckery

Submissive Power Is Hot Stuff

Topping from the Bottom


Property Milestone

Dead Heat

Submissive power and the storms of life

I Talk A Lot, But Not About That

I Just Want To Be Me

What I Get Out Of Locking A Man in Chastity

BDSM and pick-up artists

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Socks and Sex

Marsala? The Color of My Panties? Who Knew?

Erotic Fiction

Short Strokes: Molasses Makes Me Horny

12 Step Homeopathic Remedy for Scorned Lovers

Alice's Wonderland 

Feel His Breath On Me

Out For A Walk

Playing in the Band


Coming Pretty

The Fall

Erotica After Hours

Dancing in the Dark

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Make Love to Me

I Used to Fake Orgasms. This is Why I Stopped


Brigitta - A Lusty Limerick

Erotic Non-Fiction

With a very sharp knife

black bra and g-string


Meeting Slave Olive for a Cash Point Meet

LachrymoseWhen Two Doms Play...Fuck Tender!


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Friday, February 13, 2015

Inappropriate Valentine

"You can't put out the 'fire' in my heart for you"
I saw this image of an old Valentine's card on my Facebook today, and it made me laugh out loud. Just a bit inappropriate, don't you think?

Then I read the commentary (here) and laughed even harder. I've heard the Sensual Goddess talk glowingly about The Bloggess, and I can see why.

Seriously funny stuff.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Playing in the Band (Part 3)

(Continued from here)

It took my eyes a second to adjust to the dim light of the storage closet, but there she was leaning against a table. I closed the door behind me, and she stood up and tossed something to me. I caught it and looked. Pink cotton bikini panties. Nice.

She spoke quietly. "We have to be quick." But I already knew that, and I locked the door and was on her in a flash. I backed her up against the cinderblock wall and kissed her hard. My hand slid up her thigh as she fumbled with my jeans. I cupped her bare pussy and found her soaking wet. My pants fell to the floor and her fingers wrapped around the shaft of my cock.

I heard people talking as they walked down the hall outside to the restrooms - another reminder that this needed to be quick. I moved her back to the table, turned her around, and bent her over. I flipped her skirt up onto the small of her back, then pushed my cock into her. I could hear her bite her lip, suppressing a squeal, and I grabbed her hips and thrust hard.

It was good old-fashioned raw animal fucking. My every impulse is to vary things, make it interesting, and make it last longer. But I had to consciously ignore those impulses. My grip on her hips was rough, and I pounded her hard. The wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh was loud in my ears, and I hoped someone walking past the door couldn't hear us.

I could feel the welling up in my balls, and I hissed that I was going to cum. She turned her head and whispered that I should stay. That was music to my ears, and I thrust harder and faster. Then it was on me, and I buried myself and held tight as I unloaded into her. She was trying to stifle the sounds of what sounded like her own climax, and I stayed there for a minute while the waves slowly subsided.

Then it was time to clean up and get back upstairs. I realized that my crotch and thighs were drenched. The panties she tossed me were sitting in a ball on the table, so I grabbed them and cleaned myself up. She was cleaning up with a tissue, so I stuffed her panties in my pocket. I listened at the door, and didn't hear anyone in the hall, so I told her I'd see her upstairs and left.

I made it back in time. My bandmates were just starting to set up for our third set, so I joined them - hoping that there wasn't any obvious evidence of my adventure. A minute late, my waitress came up the stairs, looking maybe a little flushed, but otherwise nonchalant. I smiled to myself that I knew a secret - that she wasn't wearing any panties, and my cum was dripping out of her.

We launched into our set, and I was floating on air. Nothing like that had ever happened to me, and it was exciting as hell. I watched her wait her tables, and she never looked at me to make eye contact. And when our set was over, she was nowhere to be seen. Which was fine - I had no illusions that this was anything more than quick one-time fuck.

My bandmates gave no indication that they knew what had happened. And I almost didn't believe it myself. Until I got home later and found her sodden panties in my pocket.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Playing in the Band (Part 2)

(Continued from here)

Her words reverberated in my head. Really? I should come downstairs and meet her in a basement supply closet during my band's next break? If I want to?

I made my way back to the little stage and joined my bandmates. We started our second set, and it felt and sounded good, as it always does. But I was having trouble concentrating on anything but my waitress.

Was she offering what I think she was offering? I tried and failed to think of any reason she'd invite me there that wasn't a quick fuck. My head spun.

And if that's really what she was offering, did I want it? She didn't make eye contact with me as she waited her tables, but I watched her as we played. My initial assessment was unchanged: not my type at all. Too young, too thin, too rough looking. But the question wasn't whether I'd bring her home to meet my parents, or even take out to dinner - it was whether I was interested in bending her over and fucking her.

Yes, I was interested.

The more I thought about it, the more interested I was. I would definitely go down those stairs and go into the door on the right. I stayed a little skeptical. Maybe she'd change her mind. Or be too busy with work to get away during out break. Or whatever.

We played through the second set, and it went well. People were generous with their applause, and our tip jar was filling up. Then I realized, as our singer announced it, that this would be the last song of the set, and then we'd take a short break. We launched into the song.

My waitress still hadn't made eye contact with me once during the set, and I was a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Would this really happen? It started to seem more likely when she walked past the stage, turned around for the briefest glance at the band, then descended the stairs.

The song ended, and we turned down the P.A. and put our instruments down. My bandmates started for the bar, and I told them I'd be there shortly. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, I was alone in a short hallway, exactly as she said. Mens' and ladies' rooms on the left, and one door, marked "Employees Only", on the right. I knocked once quickly and opened the door.

(Continued here)

Monday, January 19, 2015

Playing in the Band (Part 1)

We played the last chord of the song, and smiled at each other as people clapped. The singer announced that we'd be taking a short break, and that we'd still be playing two more sets. We stepped off of the small stage, thanking the couple of patrons who were putting some cash in our tip jar.

We walked through the restaurant and took three seats at the bar, and the bartender set us up with tall glasses of ice water with lemon. We'd played here before, and it was a nice little neighborhood restaurant, and a good place to play. It was also gratifying to see some familiar faces - people who'd seen us here before and had come back to see us.

The singer wandered off to talk to someone, and a waitress came behind the bar and started a conversation with the guitar player and me.

"You guys sound great."

We thanked her.

She complimented us up and down, and of course who doesn't like having their ego stroked? She told us that she was learning to play guitar, and we encouraged her to do it.

I looked her up and down. Too young. Too thin...almost scrawny. Even in her standard-issue waitress uniform of black skirt and short-sleeve white blouse, there was a little bit of a rough edge to her, and she had tattoos from shoulder to elbow. But she was sweet as could be and wanted to talk about playing music.

She told us about her guitar - she'd bought it at a pawnshop for $25. I suppressed a smile and turned to my band-mate. "Yours cost a little more than that." I knew it probably cost 100 times that. He laughed and shook his head and said he'd better get back and tune up for the second set.

She ran off to look after one of her tables, and then came back as I was getting ready to go back and get ready to play. She asked what songs we'd be playing, and I told her with a wink that she'd have to listen and find out. She called me a bastard, and we both laughed.

She paused, then asked me how long the second set would be? I told her, around 45 minutes.

"As soon as your set is over, come and see me. Go down the stairs. The bathrooms are on the left. There's a supply closet on the right." She paused. "If you want to."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and went back to work.

(Continued here)