Whatever the identity of this blog may seem to be, I'm thinking there needs to be some revisions. I can crow about how I had an unbelievable evening with the Minx and VSK over the weekend and show some pictures. That is what some visitors may expect. Others may want to get into the heads of one or two or three of us and get some sort of charge or understanding of why we do what we do. I tend to think that what I think is about the least interesting thing in this blog, maybe because I am a man and as far as these deals go its sorta assumed that we are hounds. If I share VSK with a man it has some frisson that her sharing me with a woman doesn't have. But honestly that is where we are right now, even if VSK did do a little dance with one of our male playmates the other day. We are really into the Minx.
To be fair, VSK enjoys the Minx but she'll always reserve the right to be jealous should she think my affections have wandered too far from home. She surprised me the other night when I got her to confess that one of her previous male lovers really did it for her and she'd have cheated on me given the chance. I think her admitting this shows why she fears me being too much into the Minx, I think she should admit that she likes certain men in ways the mess with some of her fantasies about me being the magical one. It makes me crazy of course to hear her admit something that I think a lot of her male lovers secretly think: they have the magic cock. But I know that there is one guy who really does, and this makes me want to encourage her to make that happen. It won't, cause his wife dislikes me enough and is worried enough that her man, whom she used to share, shan't be shared again. But things may change, I can always hope.
Ah the tangled webs of love. Being tangled up in these two is a tangle I can vouch for. So here I go bragging again. My apologies. Here's my penitence . . .