Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Counting the days

So I haven't written for awhile. It is interesting that over time, things that once captivated change into things that hold one captive. I've become more cautious and yet more comfortable with our poly life. We didn't get out much in 2011. We worked and worked and still the bills keep tumbling. The idea is that we bust our humps for a while and it will pay off in some fundamental way. By chasing the dragon of fruitful endeavors we have let our libido slip. But it always comes back.

A few weeks ago VSK had a nice little romp with a friend who she has been with many times. He'll come over and watch sports and if the moon is aligned and the alcohol is correctly timed, fun may ensue. Part of the hold up is very simply that we still have one kid living at home. And who knows when she'll show. Even if she did catch us in flagrante delicto she wouldn't be too upset. And she has put us through the ringer with her own "open" relationship and now budding lesbianism. She's a good kid. But we both want her to move out and find her way. Make that three of us who would like to see her move out . . .

VSK is free to arrange her own fun but she hasn't in a long time. I think that would be the next great thing as far as I am concerned. I've seem to get plenty of flirtation in 2011, if not actualization. I know it makes me feel good and connects me to my masculinity. I'd be grateful if on her next business trip she hooked up with someone or if she just made a date with our boy. Just go out and have some fun. But these things are, in our world, things that just sort of happen. She has just enough Catholic girl in her to make her think planning is a special kind of sin. As if sin were an issue.

We do have some plans for the new year. The picture above is one of the views I'll be getting. Only with less clothes. I like having something to look forward to. And there are many things I may not be looking forward to that will come to pass. Maybe is not a bad word. That way VSK has been handling my dick lately, maybe is certainly a good possibility.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Work can't suck my dick

I knew that 2011 would be the year of work. Every year is, and it seems like every year it gets more fraught, more full of stress, more demands to do more. And the worst thing is that work conspires to steal libido from not only me, but my partners. They are two of the hardest working women I know, and not just in the bedroom. My wife VSK is a bit of a work junkie. Minx is now under a new larger hatchet, which is both good and bad. More responsibility. Managing more cat herds. Less time for what is really important. Which, to my mind, is glorious three-way sex.

One interesting development is that I find myself pulled more to the dark side of desire. I want to tie up VSK, and frankly torture her. One time I used saran wrap to bind her to a chair at the foot of the bed. Blindfolded, and with her hands restrained, she got very very wet. The last time I saw Minx we didn't have a lot of time so the sex turns into a quick direct exchange, which I like quite a lot. Pull of the clothes. Guide her head to my cock. Go to the edge, stop. Penetrate her and think about arithmetic. See if I can get her off like some bull. Fun. But few and far between.

This blog is technically alive, but obviously I don't tend it quite like I used to. Part of that is that in order to keep some space in my head to myself, I can't go dumping it out on the page. If I had more going on, fantasy wise, maybe I could blog more. But for now I'll just touch base every once in a while. And try not to think about work.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Bad kitten

VSK was a bad girl last weekend. I went to a college basketball game in the morning and she went to our favorite watering hole with a friend. Thing is, I was surprised that the two of them had gone, pleased but surprised, and after the game I went to the bar to lick my wounds from my team's tough loss. I encouraged our friend to come back to the house with us. I suggested she might want to entertain us, or him. Her response was, "oh, that's already been taken care of." Good girl. Wait, bad girl. I like hearing about it but I am a very visual guy.

When we did get back to the house we didn't really get a chance to get started and since he'd already had his fun, he was quick to go home. Later, alone I felt that she needed to be punished for her cocksucking transgression. So I blindfolded her, put on restraints, hooked her hands behind her back and eventually tied her face down with her legs spread apart on the bed.

I pulled out our paddle and proceeded to whack her until she stopped laughing (hard to be a dom when they laugh) and then fucked her good with our robotic dildo, one that has an up and down and rotation as well as a clit vibrating hummingbird. At first she seemed to resist but when she gets going it pure lust as she lets that thing fuck her deep and well. The damn thing is complicated and you never know, especially if she's face down, what this button or that button will do but I hit the rotate button at just the right time and her ass changed colors as I jammed it tightly into her fuck hole.

I had started the whole bondage thing by fucking her mouth with my cock before switching to the robo-fucker. Now I wanted my dick in her. I found that I could pull her hips up and this jammed her face into the bed, which allowed me to penetrate her as I took pictures of the moment. Remember, she had been a bad girl, which she does from time to time without warning. She says my cock is fine by her but my friend's big dick must stir her up a little. I'd like to see him fuck her again but who knows. She a slut who doesn't always want to admit that part of herself. My friend, like many of my friends, can see her dark little kernel of whorishness. Its like she's naked all the time.

To punish her correctly required more. Anal play is not something she goes for very often. But lubed up as much as she was she didn't really have any say in the matter. I slipped my cock rather quickly up her ass and she cried out "no" as I started to pick up my rhythm. She couldn't resist but complained and for a change I just fucked away and laughed at her. I admit, it was as far as I have ever gone with her, basically taking what I wanted and not caring if it hurt her a bit. I loved cumming in her ass like that and plan to do it again soon.

The reward for correcting the wayward kitten has been a good week of fairly respectful behavior from VSK. I'm thinking weekly training sessions for a while until I have the kind of responsiveness I desire. She still needs to suck my cock all the way to orgasm. I'm looking forward to getting things straightened out with the dirty little bitch.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Still waiting

The Kitten is out of town. I was just in NOLA, a place I had never been before. What a great town. Nothing like walking down Bourbon Street, having a hooker bump into you and say, "I'll suck your dick so good." No, I didn't. Wasn't even tempted a little.

The Minx has been on us to go to New Orleans for quite a while and now I can see why. Better than Vegas in that its way more personal. There's a big casino in town if you need that. But the music is everywhere and this visit was just at the end of the off season. Mardi Gras in coming if the complete debauchery is what you are looking for. But I got quite enough of a debauch out of my 3 days there. The French Quarter is alive and well.

My fantasy would be to take the two of them back some time. Its a perfect place for such tomfoolery. In my inebriated state, I show the guys (all married in vanilla ways) pics of the three of us and just generally for tits sake. I imagine they think I am crazy. I got into a nice conversation with a local who thought it hysterical my stories of wild sex and open possibilities. California is a very uptight place, it appears to me. There are many find places that believe in personal responsibility and the inevitability of wildness. With that said we back to Vegas in a month. Only this time its going to seem tame.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Waiting as an aphrodesiac

VSK is time challenged. That is to say, her view of time is a challenge to me. Now while my dom side is mostly hidden from view, occasionally it appears. And I have found a useful and even delightful way of using it to address this time challenging behavior from her.

If I say, "what time do you want me to pick you up," she will blurt out an answer. Then, when I show, she makes me wait. 98% of the time. To be fair, she doesn't want to stand on the corner waiting for me for good reason some of the time, but often the wait is for over 15 minutes. I then have to be a good sport or we may have a little dust up.

The other day I told her that for every minute she made me wait, she'd get a whack on her ass. The good news bad news: she was three minutes late. So I got out the leather thwacker we use from time to time and made her strip before bed. I told her to put her hands on the bed and bend over. And then I proceeded to tease her for a bit before hitting her, not too hard but with a satisfying "smack!" As you can see from this picture, this is perhaps reason to wish for her to be tardy more often. Because when she gets a little punishment, I get a nice reward. Good kitten? Bad kitten?! Go ahead honey, I don't mind waiting . . . for this.

By the third smack she was ready to go. I do love when she is extra compliant as she'll arch her hips up to meet me in just such a slatternly way that its irresistible. I realize that she needs a bit of discipline or she gets a mite bossy and sardonic. She won't abide it sometimes so I have to be careful. She's no wispy lass, she's not afraid to throw a punch if provoked. And I just love provoking her.

I'll end by saying Happy New Year to any and all of you who stop by. I like not having to be a slave to this blog, and I like that it exists. Closest I've come to memorializing the things that happen day to day (more like month to month) in any form. Good things come to those that wait, and I've waited a long time to be where I am. 2011 is going to be a great year!