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.