Monotony makes a return

I’m not sure if this is a natural recurrence in the marital world. Or perhaps I naively thought that once we had gone through it we wouldn’t go through it again, at least not as bad as before. I was obviously wrong, because we are currently going through a case of monotony in our marital sex life again. However, the circumstances of how it began are a little different. I began this blog in 2010, during our very first wave of this ‘sexual monotony.’ Things really took off the following year, as we ventured into some new territory and rediscovered old ones. However, the move into our new apartment in 2012 seemed to slow things down. When I met Sir Dre, I thought this is it! I’m finally going to be able to explore all my fantasies. Like...

Absent

I haven’t been missing. I consider it more like being lost. My laptop has been subjugated to the corner of my bedroom collecting a veil of dust, only to be opened and used for the updating of music on my iPod. The desire to write, even in my personal diary, was misplaced somewhere in the past few months. Sometimes I sit and consider what it is I’m supposed to learn from a certain situation or a series of events. I am less than a mathematician, but I like to think about the problems and see what the outcome of it should be. The sum of all my problems equaling to a lesson learned, because as the adage goes Everything happens for a reason. My patience has been tested this year, but I didn’t realize that there were different aspects of it until now....

Spring Boobday

Spring Boobday

So, this week Boobday is running one day behind schedule. But who the hell cares as long as you get to see beautiful busts? This week Hy’s theme is Spring. Now those who live in or around New York know that Spring season has been slow to arrive. We go from beautiful 64 degree weather to torrential freezing rain in a matter of hours. For the past two days it has been raining, and today is foggy and cloudy with the news saying it’s going to be reaching a high of 80 degrees. I’m not loving this weather to say the least, so I wasn’t planning to participate in this weeks Boobday. However, in the afternoon I had a midday masturbation session. My Fuck Buddy adventures have not been as fruitful as I have hoped–meaning I haven’t been...

Train of Thought: Weekend Edition

I’m listening to a song Henri and I fucked to earlier. Such a good quickie. Damn. I missed those. Last night I gave Henri his first blow job in our brand new car, parked near an overhead highway. Surprisingly uncomfortable for me, but such a turn on to see him enjoy it. We drove around, almost aimlessly and it wasn’t bad. Afterward, we went to meet up with someone I’ve been talking to. It was awkward, at first. But then, it was fine. Honestly, just two adults meeting each other. But in the back of my mind, I thought about giving them both a blow job at the back seat of our car. It felt rejuvenating, like momentarily shaving off the past ten years or so, when we used to do naughty things in public. I’ve lost my touch, but I think with more...

Boobday: Before and After

Boobday: Before and After

Today’s Boobday prompt stumped me. I’m in a position where I can’t have sex this week, so a titty shot taken before and after coitus was out of the question. Before and after a shower? Ehh. I wasn’t into that option. And then on Twitter someone  mentioned covered/uncovered. And eureka! I chose two images from the my last meeting with Sir Dre. I usually take a photo on the day we are going to meet, either on the way to the hotel or on the way back home. Once we meet, we become so immersed in the session, that we take few photos or none at all. Recently, we’ve gotten better at remembering. Also, Sir has been evolving my limits. I don’t say push because it doesn’t feel that way. He has been increasing my threshold for pain,...

“Patience is passion tamed.”

I’ve had some troubles finding a no strings attached/friends-with-benefits situation. And now, I think I have found someone who fits the bill. But making time to see each other is almost close to impossible. However, we met up at 2 o’clock, Saturday morning, and witness the burning of a new star through the blue hue of dusk after a night of rampant conversation. It was the most fun I’ve had in a while. And, where I usually just give up during an issue like this, I’m intrigued enough to keep moving toward his light. He seems worthy of my fragile patience. And because he also makes me feel beautiful, I feel brave enough to share this photo. A photo I took to send him, while I waited for his phone call that night. See who else is being Sinful...

The Perfect Drug (2)

The Perfect Drug (2)

“Hey you,” she opened the door and stepped through an erotic wormhole. Where only moments ago she was submerged in dark light and rancid thoughts, here emerged a merciless sexual predator, whitened teeth ready for the first taste of his skin. But she had to keep her claws retracted, at least for now. “Hey.” His eyes were cast down to her bare feet, and slowly trailed up wards as the door widened. His smile was subtle and admittedly adorable. It was moments such as this when she had to try her hardest to keep her composure. He looked at her with the eyes of a child visiting his favorite place in the whole word; she saw him as a means to a momentary distraction, medication for the pain. Even so, his lust for her was just as enticing and beneficial for her emotional...