Green shorts

As promised, I tried to get a shot of VSK in the green shorts. Blurry but acceptable. The amazing part for me after viewing these pics is that I didn't fuck her silly after finding her this way. Kitten needs her sleep that's for sure. No fun playing with a grouchy cat.

Burned out Thursday

Just an update. We've been on a bit of a down slide as far as our efforts towards this blog. And besides that, the gods have tried to burn down the damn town we live in. Ya may have heard something about it in the news. All is well by us, sometimes it just seems like you have to take a break and reload and we are reloading. Thank goodness we are not going to have to be rebuilding. We know some folks who are going to have to do the latter.

One salacious tidbit. Watching the movie "Night of the Iguana" last night, VSK was wearing no panties and I found myself enjoying the easy access as we watched Richard Burton cavort and kvetch with Sue Lyon, Deborah Kerr and Ava Gardner. The movie was immensely entertaining, and while our friends were sitting on the nearby recliners they didn't get that VSK was orgasming from my ministrations while we were watching. Our fire evacuees crashed as did VSK, and I went upstairs and rather roughly pounded her. She wants it rough every once in a while. The bad air may have had something to do with it, or perhaps it was the vodka tonics. I'll try to have VSK pose in the green shorts she was wearing last night. Or out of them.

HNT: wigged out

VSK and I had a mildly ridiculous time last weekend. I asked a friend if she minded my wife giving her husband a lap dance. She waved me off with a hand and this bodes well given my lust quotient for this particular blond beauty. VSK had earlier in the evening put on a wig even as she kept pulling her dress off, something she did for each of her lap dance victims during the evening. She'll probably give me grief for this photo choice, but she actually looks good in dark hair, something that surprised me a bit given her complexion. I've begged her to go black with bangs. She'd probably rather bang a . . . never mind.

HNT

Ah, it gonna be a red ass day. That's a good thing. Right? The decision to post this pic certainly took a lot less time than it took to make the wardrobe decision on this fine day. VSK hates clothes, in case you didn't notice.

No time for fun

Judging by the numbers of posts I've made over the last few months, nothing much has changed around here. I get 7 or 8 out per month, and the nice visitors of this blog kindly leave a few comments and encourage me to show my naked wife off. It feels like work, unfortunately some times, and I already have two jobs. Add that reality to our sex lives and damn if we have the time to do anything really interesting together. Maybe with nothing planned (although we had tentatively thought about a swing club visit for this weekend) we'll have the time to conjure up some wildness. And suburbia needs conjuring, if you know what I mean.

I noticed that no one commented on a sex pic I put in a few posts back. I guess this suggests that what visitors want is all VSK all the time. Cool. I get randy from time to time and I want to kick it up a notch. All I know is that whether the blog survives over the long run depends on the interaction between the fantasy/reality sexual lives of its creators and the amount of energy writing and exhibiting generate in conjunction with their sex lives. VSK puts a bit of a burden on my to produce posts, and frankly that is not what I signed up for. We'll see if we can evolve this space a bit into her perception on things in the future. I'm not holding my breath. I have been holding on to her a bit: last night was really nice babe!

For our textually disinterested visitors I give you the hindmost, as they say.