So as you all know if you’re following @sexhero and I that we recently posted an ad looking for another couple to fulfill some of our fantasies. One of the big fantasies for @sexhero is having his dick sucked by more than one woman at the same time, which really only requires a threesome, not a whole couple. @sexhero has another lover he’s with sometimes, and upon first glance it seems his fantasy could be easily made a reality with the 2 lovers, the problem is my feelings about it.
I find that when I think about it my issue lies with how I will feel during the act if it ever happened. When I think about it I feel like I would much rather grab the hottest girl off the street instead of his other lover, and then I wonder why I feel this way.
When I’m thinking about threesomes and love triangles I think there are a couple ways that they could really work in a healthy way. The way I think I would prefer would be the open couple decides to bring a third piece into the equation, with an important part of the equation being that the third piece doesn’t already have a sexual tie to someone in the couple. Another way I think this could work would be three people who have no sexual ties, but then develop them together.
Having the third piece be someone with a sexual tie to only one player will automatically bring out the jealous human nature of a person. They have history. Who’s better? Who is coming home at the end of the night? Is she hotter than me? I know @sexhero never compares his two lovers, but deep down I think I would be constantly comparing.
At the end of the day, I’m more than willing to share, and to be in the sharing; I just want to be completely comfortable with the situation, and know I’m the one he’s coming home with.
If you ask her mom she’ll tell you the story about how her daughter was “swimming” ever since she was old enough to control her movements. As a little girl she’d use a blanket, not knowing what was happening, just knowing it felt good. When she was old enough her mother took her aside and asked her if she knew what she was doing, she said no. Her mother asked her if she did it because it felt good, and she said yes. Her mother then revealed to her the name of what she was doing, masturbating.
At first she was a little ashamed. Her mom had caught her in her dirty secret she didn’t even know should be a secret, until it was given a name. Who else knew? She’d been doing it her whole life. Would she stop? Should she stop?
As the years went by she kept at it, graduating from baby blankets to hand massagers from Walgreens. On her 18th birthday she bought her first toy and that was the beginning of something good. The turning point came in college when she started working at an adult store, employee discounts and $1 rentals nearly “ruined” her, and taught her how to always get an orgasm, and how to squirt.
Which brings her to today. She’s laying face down, naked in our bed. Her hair is up in a messy bun, she must have just gone straight to the bedroom from work or her hair would be flowing free down her back. As I walked closer to the bed I noticed a small white and pink blanket between her legs, the lips of her pussy were opened slightly, glistening with a layer of fresh come. She was asleep but I knew I had to have her.
I slowly undid my belt and pants, letting them fall quietly at my feet. Climbing onto the bed I knew I had to be in her before she woke up and rolled over, ruining the moment, and the perfection of her body. She awoke with my first thrust, deep into her with a moan and a shake. She giggled as I kissed the back of her neck. Raising up off of her she rolled onto her back, looking into her blue eyes I knew we were going to need some new sheets when we were done…
My lover has found a new blog that he finds entertaining, he shared the link and I began reading it too. One of the recent posts featured a little section about her experience using Ginger as a butt plug. She had done some research herself and heard it was supposed to heighten the sensation (I had also heard this before, but never tried it).
Last night we decided to pick up some ginger and give it a try for ourselves. The search for the perfect piece of ginger proved to be a fun little outing, I’m fairly certain most of the people in the produce section thought we were a little nutty.
Once we got home for the night my lover worked on me for a little bit, then grabbed the ginger and began peeling a little piece (about the size of his thumb) for my ass. One of the things he had read was to not use a lot of lube because it will take away from the sensation, so he spit on my ass and stuck it in.
After a few minutes it REALLY began to sting and burn, but it wasn’t a bad burn, it was just really warm. I laid there while my lover ran his hands all over my back, when I suddenly decided something cold in my ass would be amazing!! My lover went and grabbed a frozen peach from the kitchen and returned in time to put it into my raging hot ass. The two sensations slammed into each other. The feeling was orgasmic.
Paige’s blog talked about how she didn’t really get a strong sensation, I think this could have been because she soaked the Ginger in cold water to keep it fresh for that evening, I wouldn’t recommend this only because I think the Ginger will absorb a lot of the water which would dilute its power. It’s not as sexy to have to take a break and peel the Ginger, BUT I guarantee it will lead to a better sensation.
Before we go much further I would just like to say this post is filled with shameless plugs, so enjoy!
Since I started this blog, and my online sexual identity (@thinwalls) I’ve met some amazing people online. I’ve also been really fortunate to have my lover participate online (@sexhero), which adds a cool element to both our relationship, as well as the connections we make. I’d like to dedicate this blog to some of the other hot erotic couples we have found online over the last few months, be sure you check them out, I promise you’ll be impressed (and pretty aroused).
@AshModeus and @LilithDiana (@SinCitySexBlog): This couple is one of my favorite I have found online, they are both very active in the digital world, and enjoy sharing as much as myself and @sexhero. They also live in Sin City, so they are always posting about the sexy things they get into, I’m personally very happy what they do in Vegas doesn’t have to stay there!!
@sommer_marsden: This hot mama is one of my favorite erotic writers, hands down. One of the plus sides of this lovely lady is here is just HOW much she tweets, and her sexy little encounters with her man, which she’ll tell you all about! Her Smut Girl Blog.
We Sleep Together: This is one of the first blogs I found when I started my open relationship, I loved hearing that it was possible to be married, happy, and fucking other people. This blog was also great because they are located in Minneapolis, like me, and I like sexy local talent.
@mrvericose and @andysandimas: This is my favorite porn couple, they are both tattooed, beautiful, and Mr Vericose is Minneapolis bread sexy talent.
I also just wanted to thank @adeltaofvenus for all the love. It’s great to hear someone likes what you’re posting and what you’re doing, especially when they give you the title of “favorite couple.”
Alright, I think that’s all I’ve got right now, plus that’s enough shameless plugs for one blog posting!
To help @Sexhero and I fulfill some group fantasies we recently posted an ad on craigslist soliciting other couples. We weren’t really sure what to expect in return, but we had high hopes going into it.
The post has been up now for a full day and we’ve gotten a few very interesting response, as well as A LOT of single men, which isn’t really something we are looking for. Our ad describes us as a bi couple, one of my fantasies is using my strapon on another woman, as well as getting taken by two men. His fantasies include having two women sucking his cock at the same time, so really there’s not a lot of room for a single man.
I found it interesting, when we started getting responses, how the woman’s sexual identity is described. Nearly every post in which the woman is described as bi, she is described as “very bi” (this coming from the man’s voice). This made me wonder, is it described this way to simply share that she is in fact bi, that they aren’t making it up; or is it possibly described that way to make the woman seem more sexually attractive? I know in porn, girl on girl is a man’s dream, so by saying she is “very bi” does that mean she is better than someone just described as bi?
Now, I’m not going to write people off simply because they added the word “very” to their description, but I must say it’s initially a bit of a turn off. I’m described as simply bi, and I’m happy with that, but I wonder; would adding the “very” have made a difference in our initial posting? Would I have been more attractive?
I was watching a video on CNN reporting on Meghan McCain’s chestful TwitPic, when I saw another video that caught my eye, “Why Women Have Sex.” After watching the video I think there are a few conclusions CNN would like us to come to:
1. Women want to have sex 50% of the time, the other 50% they do it just to please their lover, to get them to shut up, or so they can go to bed in peace.
2. Women give sex for love, men give love for sex.
3. Women sometimes do it just because they want to.
4. Only one woman mentioned an orgasm.
It was really an interesting little piece, makes me a little bit sad for women today. I like to think we have sex because we are sex-charged and ready to party, I guess that’s a dream for tomorrow.
PS: The woman on the preview below is really hot, and I need to steal her hair.
I used to work with this girl, who talked about how her and her boyfriend (who was a manager at another store) would have anal sex all the time. I was intrigued by this, partially because I thought she was crazy, but also assumed that she was fairly vanilla in bed. The two of them had nearly a decade in age between them, and she ALWAYS had some story about a fight. I had the “pleasure” of meeting this guy once, on a triple date, it was awkward, and he spent most of his time making a point not to talk to anyone else. Needless to say, I decided, anal sex or not, I didn’t like the man.
Fast forward almost 2 years and I met him again. It was a chance meeting, a flirty exchange, and a quick goodbye. He ended up getting my number from a mutual friend, and he asked me on our first date.
I wanted to fuck him right away, after all, I had heard the man lived for anal sex, and I was a big fan of anal sex. We waited for about a month before we crossed that line, and when we did it was good sex, but not even some anal play. I came to the conclusion that “Can I put it in your ass?” wasn’t exactly a question you ask the first time you have sex. I also realized that I was making excuses as to why a man hadn’t fucked me in the ass, which brought a little smile to my face.
After a few months of dating, and no anal sex, I casually brought up the story that his ex used to tell me, about their anal adventures. At first he just looked at me, and then he said “Oh wait, you’re serious, I’ve never been into anal, in fact, I’ve only had anal sex once and it wasn’t with her.”
I found myself being both very bummed out, and then mad. Part of my attraction to him was the idea that he was into anal, now all he had was his personality, the okay sex, and the fact that he was physically cute. Sadly I have to say my desire for him slowly faded over the next few months, until one day it just wasn’t there. I still think the man is very nice, but I have no desire to touch him ever again.
Is it bad to “unlike” someone when you find out they don’t like something you do? Or is it bad to base your desire on someone based on what you’ve heard?
While I was at work one day recently a chat popped up on my screen: “Pick: long/skinny, short/fat, medium/ribbed.” I was stuck staring at my screen, feeling my whole body getting warmer, the real question, was I more flushed with arousal or with embarrassment?
I made my decision but was given no more details, no matter how much I pleaded, begged, or threatened (I said I was going to withhold blow jobs). He wouldn’t even give me a hint of which hole was going to benefit from this rash decision. I began thinking about the possibilities, I had hoped it was something for my ass, my lover knew I had been working on stretching it out to make room for his huge cock.
About a week later I felt a buzz on my phone, an email, from him, it’s subject “Look What I Found in the Mail.” I felt a jolt of pure pleasure run down my back, arching it a little, which was out of my control and oh so good. I looked around, making sure I would have a private moment to enjoy the picture that was sure to be in the email, thankful suddenly for technology and instant gratification. When the picture finally loaded the jolt turned into full arousal, it was a cockring dildo, double penetration was all I could think about.
He hung on to the toy for a couple of weeks, waiting for the perfect time to use it. Knowing he had this toy in his possession, but wouldn’t let me play with it only made me more frustrated. He told me I had to be good, I had to stretch out my ass and earn the right to play with the toy.
Last weekend we planned on taking the whole weekend, no plans, other than to fill my ass. I hoped that the work I’d been doing would earn me the right to get the double fill, and wouldn’t you know, it did.
The toy was a great addition to our weekend of fuck. He filled my pussy with his hard cock, kept rock solid by the dildo cock ring, and filled my ass with the nice sized ribbed dildo (by the way, I picked the medium/ribbed toy).
We did have some trouble getting the dildo to stay in my ass then I was on top, but it was easy for me to hold it in there an bounce. When he flipped me around and fucked me from behind the dildo slid in and out with ease. I could feel every inch of him inside me, making every hair on my head stand on end.
I’m a fan of my vibrator, but it will never take the place of a real man. Do you think there will ever be a time when robots will be optional lovers? Think about it…never tired, always available, wont leave you for another man/woman. I’m a fan of glass toys, metal isn’t a far stretch for me…
Could you someday go into a store and buy a robot lover? I’d probably opt for the custom made-to-order kind, but then again I’m a little picky when it comes to my toys.
My room mate and I celebrate birthday weeks, and since our birthdays are within 2 weeks of each other we tend to have a birthday month. This year we were living together again, and both having a lucky streak with men, so we were both excited to have our own birthday sex experience. Who doesn’t want a smooth talking man to hit that g-spot on your birthday?!
My birthday came, and I got drunk, real drunk, like dancing on the stage to Prince’s Pussy Control drunk (lucky for me my lover was dancing along with me). While dancing I wanted to ravage him on stage, in front of the few other drunks left in the bar at closing time. I wanted to remember my birthday sex, I wanted everyone to remember my birthday sex, but I also didn’t want my room mate to lose her job, at the bar I was dancing on stage at. In the end, all I can really remember about that dance was the battle in my head over wanting to ravage my lover’s sweaty body, and the voice saying, keep it PG.
Arriving home that night I instantly regretted my decision to drink as much as I had, I looked damn good, I wanted to have damn good sex. In the final moments of the birthday night all I could do was fall asleep, and pray my man would start my new birth year off right (and he did, but that’s not part of birthday sex).
The next week was my room mate’s chance at birthday sex. She started the week off a little rough, with a drunk-n-tumble walk home (I recruited my ex to help me get her and the bikes home), ended with a no-so-graceful ass first dive off our stoop. Having put her to bed though I was left with my ex at my house, and I thought why not? Someone should get laid tonight.
Roomie continued her birthday streak, inviting a guy back to our house a few days later, only to have passed out cold by the time he got there. The night of her actual birthday she brought a manager from her work home. Drunk, she busts into my room, requesting a condom, all I had were Magnums (yes, my most consistent lover needs these). I handed one over, praying this would not be intimidating to the man in her bed. Next morning she comes crawling into my bed, explaining it was like a tube sock on a baby’s foot. OOPS!
Needless to say, neither of us had the birthday sex we anticipated, or expected, but at the end of it all, we have the story of the “sock on the baby’s foot” and an endless supply of free drinks in exchange for our silence.
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