Tuesday, August 25, 2009

More sex . . . blogging

Part of the bad blogger phenomenon is the loss of the narrative thread. People like to read stories. In sex blogging, they either like to get pulled into the lust maelstrom of a couple or individual who is headed in a direction they favor, or they want to see dirty bits. As a content provider, which is what you become once the fantasy becomes the reality and you feel you owe something to the people who have left you comments, after a while it becomes like a job to keep up, rather than a channel to explore. VSK has to look at computer screens all day and so do I, so when we are home we are not so interested in updating this site. So we are bad bloggers.
The fantasy becoming reality is also a virtual buzz kill. Why write about what we are doing? Doing is a lot more fun. And the last year has seen us move more in the direction of polyamory rather than dogging. I do enjoy seeing VSK in action with another man, but it doesn't seem to ever be that easy or as relaxed as the time we spend with the Minx. And, uh, maybe this is a no brainer but my itch is pretty well scratched by having the attentions of the two of them placed on me.
I'm not complaining about anything, just blogging. Finding anything to write about is the first step into writing more, and I've got contractual duties to write more. Call this priming the pump. My pump is going to get primed a whole lot real soon. I can hardly wait to get back to my favorite place in the world, which would be in bed with the two of them. And if it seems right, I'll write about it. And take some damn pictures . . .

Friday, August 21, 2009

Freaking Lasers

If you have any cultured comedic sensitivity, the idea of freaking lasers should always bring a rise or at least a response when suggested. If Austin Powers, "do I make you horny baby?" isn't the patron saint of sex blogging, then at least his question certainly quantifies as rule number one. And if you are wondering why lasers are on my mind, its simply because VSK and I saw the most amazing Ghostland Observatory show with lots and lots of freaking lasers in it. And, dear god forgive me, we were sober as judges. Hallucinogens would have been so redundant had we used them what ever brain matter we retained would have been in danger of leaking out and puddling on the floor. The modern 20 and 30 somethings probably don't realize how much cooler these freaking lasers were the ones deployed on my generation. In fact, we were maybe the oldest folks there. And even with the oodles of pulchritude jigging about, I think I had the best pussy in the house with me. Here's a shot of our afternoon pre-fuck shoot. The shoot before the shoot, as it were. Great lasers, great pussy. An accident? I don't think so. . .

Rock on!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

HNT: Two for one

We've been bad bloggers, which in my book means we've been having more fun in the real world than the virtual one. Hey, it is what it is. Its not like your paying for anything, right.