Fired up

So I guess I was fired up last night Working on my new blog learning curve. If I can get smart,I might be allowed to join the 21st century. Maybe not. But because I live in a world of people constantly trying to make their mark, I have to adapt. Again. And again ad nauseum. Jeez.

Avalon

So you go away for awhile, and the busy bees of social media end up challenging you.  Because they have to justify their neurotic, 20 something fucked up stupid little worthless corporate drone lives.  Because they think that us 50 somethings who don't live virtually need to be challenged with their daily insecurities.  Fuck you Google, and fuck the whining sound of people who think if we don't live by some sort of marketing shithole's view of reality, we are failing somehow.  There, I feel better.  Back to real pussy. 

I have been actually living and this blog is unreal.  Real in that it gives me some record of my rather amazing life.  Unreal in that the corporate drones have to fuck with it while I am out living and thereby make what I knew unknowable, technically speaking.  "Here you go old man, let's give you a new learning curve because we are the customer and you are simply a generic content provider."  Hey, I'd fuck you girlfriend way better than you every will pretty boy programmer.  But you don't view fucking as that important.  You have evolved.  Dumb ass.

So I don't like change for change sake.  I like change because it changes me.  I may finally come back to this blog but I'm changed.  I am going to roll with my venom. Why not?  Why the fuck not?  You wanna be me? You gotta roll. Roll hard.

Back to my queens.  God how I love them.  Dream hard, programmers.  Dream hard and be hard.  As if you could.

New boots no panties

VSK as cowgirl. Giddyup! Gentlemen, you can get your woman some fine footware from Nordstroms, do it online, and have it shipped to your house so she can wear them in the altogether. It is possible for an old dog to learn new tricks, and this is the proof.

2011 in the past

I'm not about to make any New Year's resolutions for this blog. Making plans for the blog is the opposite of making plans for a sexy vacation. I will say this, been thinking about VSK's ass lately. We did it in the shower on New Year's day, then again, roughly, the next morning and again yesterday. We started in the lazy x position, that is, both of us not really wanting to be on top. Instead of rolling her on too her back as I usually do, I pushed her over onto her knees and we did it doggy style. Since we'd been having quite a bit of sex, I lasted longer and really had a nice time drawing it out. And she just got wetter and wetter until it her pussy was making those sloppy sounds. Mmmmmm.

The rough sex in the dark in the early morning hours was really fun. She plays the helpless little thing who doesn't want it but can't stop it because she really does want it and I play the sadistic ravisher who gets off making her admit she wants her hole fucked. No hitting but I do grab the hair and run my hands dismissively against her breasts and neck. She occasionally retaliates by pinching or biting. I have ended up with some nice marks. She knows if she causes me pain I will make it rougher and that adds a nice little frisson to the whole scenario. Mmmmmm 2.

Hope she gets off work early. Happy New Year, 2012!

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.

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.

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.