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.

So we have been busy

I love having two women to deal with, to woo, to make love to. At first blush, what man would not want such an bounty? Still our Vegas party was demanding in a way, and frankly I felt like I wasn't performing well enough. I'm supposed to be an unlimited amount of desire, correct? I'm supposed to always to be able to rise to the occasion. Super stud, that's me, oh yeah.

Oh such bullshit is not what I have ever been about. We partied very hard night one in the city of sin, on the 17th floor, on the corner, the perfect view of the world and what not. And I couldn't, didn't, wouldn't anyway I failed to be the stud that I was supposed to be. And the bitches, lovers that they are, could care less. Sorta. Basically. They waited, like the little predators they really are. Were. Can be. It was OK.

And then, back at the hotel room, the moment in bloom, my cock buried deep in the Minx, ms. VSK with a vibrator between her legs, egging my on I found myself so completely in the moment, so committed to the feeling, coming , that I was wondering if I was going to survive this orgasm because it was as if I was being pulled out of myself, gone to everything I assumed I was. Would this stop? This little minx beneath me, would she be a permanent member of my life, my hopes, my dreams? Shit if I know right?

As the normality of VSK and my everyday existence takes over, those few moments in Vegas recede and we go back to being normal folks. And yet I want them both, together, my women, working toward the impossible and being, in the end, my best friends in the world.

So yeah, we had some fun in Vegas. What else is new? Have a great day my friends!

2010

I can't help but notice that there is something odd about this year. Perhaps its not just the year but some sort of year of reckoning that started for us some time in late 2009 but continues. We've lost a lot of folks during this time. And that is part of life, maybe a part that pushes us to explore what we desire with complete honesty. Full-on fearless. It is the only way to go forward.

VSK and I keep having interesting things happen to us on the play front. In a restaurant out of town we were having some drinks with Minx and noticed a couple watching us. We had borrowed a chair from them so we could sit together and the banter started. And pretty soon they had bought us some shots and VSK had leaned into the fellow. The woman, a lovely Puerto Rican lass nursing a 3 day old kitten in her lap(!) was very interested in our little menage. I mentioned to the man that we both had two pussies and the play was on. Minx is not crazy like us, and didn't really want to get involved with this couple. But the opportunity was there. I won't soon be forgetting her warm handshake as we left, her lingering touch warm and soft. VSK was all turned up and on and the two proceeded to ravish me once we got back to the hotel. The devoured me. Nothing beats teamwork.

VSK continued to ramp up the heat all weekend. We've been seducing another couple to the dark side and she got the mouthful she desired, although it took her a couple of days. I then proceeded to give her a second helping, which must have set some sort of record. And records, as they say, are meant to be broken. All it takes is team work. I can hardly wait for the next event!

Boots back on?

My last post threatened to be my last post but the comment by anonymous got me to thinking that my real problem is with expectations, not blogging. In the back of my mind was this comment I read somewhere that if a blog isn't updated every blank length of time then its dead. And I didn't want to be the owner of a dead blog. But almost dead? Like the scene (Princess Bride) with Billy Crystal. "There's dead and there's almost dead. Big difference."

With that in mind I started looking around and found quite a few interesting blogs that I hadn't noticed before and thought, well, if once in a blue moon is how often we blog, then so be it. I have always know I have to blog for me/us, and not for an audience, but as a writer I am very aware of audience when I write that is always lingering in my head. Getting back to writing from a more internal perspective would seem to be the key. Its worth a shot.

In our play world, a lot has been going on. We found a couple, or that is to say, we rediscovered a old pair of friends who, when we were much younger, we were very close to in a more traditional way. Now, like us, with the kids grown and most of the angst that goes with making a living diminished if not quite gone, we find that they think about things about the same as we do and crave the same things. Which includes swapping wives/husbands. Hey, works for us.

We just had our second WSW with them and its getting better with each experience. WSW, wife swap weekend, is the third derivative of all play experiences for us. MFF/FMF and MFM are both part of our history, and I do love them both, each for different reasons. WSW in no exception, it banishes the green monster that sometimes appears in FMF and seems a bit easier for VSK than MFM. MFM is really difficult so its really more like MF and M watching at a distance because if the M's are too close it might seem like MMF and that is a whole 'nother world. And not a fantasy I've entertained. Just sayin.

My crazy schematics aside, the fact that these friends also like sex makes it easy for our friendship to re blossom, as that is where VSK and I now stand. We like hanging with couples even if they aren't privy to our intimacies. We will sometimes meet a couple and there is that pause that says, "I wonder if they are swingers" and they might be thinking that too and we just let it slide because we really aren't into risking that just for the hell of it. But it seems likely that people know, and someday someone is going to ask us that question and boy will they be surprised with the answer, especially if our response, "are you guys?!" and their response "yes" lead to an interesting adventure. The world is changing. And not all of the change is bad I would say.

VSK really really liked her time with the Mr. and I have certainly enjoyed myself. As a cuck of sorts, I guess I fixate much more on what kitten gets than what I get. And she got a lot, including the opportunity to lead a novice down the garden path of playtime. I get awfully spoiled with Minx and kitten and the two of them basically treating me to whatever I want (and boy do I hunger for that) but its good to see VSK get nailed in just the way she wants it. Now I'm just a bit green, actually, and it feels good in a way. Makes my mojo jump. Pure energy at a time when I could use some.

Well, we are getting fired back up and this is the point of the whole sheebango. Staying fired up. In the words of one of my heroes let me just say: Good Times! Put those boots on and let's play.

Cleavage

It is getting to be that the hardest part of seeing Minx is watching her leave. We all have very normal, very busy lives that dominate a huge part of our existence, but the interludes spent with her and VSK are becoming what we anticipate that makes some of that normal drudgery tolerable. At the moment we have vague ideas about when we will get together again. And that can make the toil a bit more to take. But those moments do linger. And that helps a great deal.

My fondest wishes would of course be something a little more regular, but hey, I am not complaining. VSK, as the lead vixen in this two vixen world of mine, might like that, but then again, she needs to know that she is still the queen of all of my dreams. Which she is. But I need to proclaim it publicly from time to time. The two of them take off and do girl things, which makes me happy. When the three of us get together now it not just all sex and drink and rock and roll. Not all that. But some of that for sure.

As you can probably tell we had a delightful weekend and got to do most everything we had planned in our minds. The locales were interesting both at night and during the day, we did new things and old things and basically just had a relaxing time. The sex was less rushed, which made it better, more in sync with our days than controlling our time. Let's face it, I am a horn dog and if you put me in the position of getting whatever I want whenever I want it, I'm going to come damn close to killing myself. Or die trying. Something like that.

I'll invite the two of them to post about the weekend from their perspectives, although as they are both workaholics, I don't hold out a lot of hope for that eventuality. Have a great week folks and keep dreaming for your fondest desires.

Truss . . . t.

It takes a lot of security to make a modern relationship work. The good old days weren't so good for women, and the smallishness of much of ancient life made privacy and fairness a rarity rather than a norm. It takes a lot for a woman such as VSK, who really takes no foolish shit in her daily life to allow me, in a fit of visual lust to put her ass on the line. Granted, the image I had in mind was even more humiliating in a way, with all limbs tied together as one. But I didn't want to damage her. As it was, I didn't really plan on fucking her for as long as this situation lasted, but she was purring and grateful afterwards. She's really not that much of a submissive, either that or she really needs more discipline that I'm comfortable dishing out. As it was, we reached that fine high place of complete connection, where every little movement speaks its flithy mouth and we end up screwing as gods. Or so my cock told me, drunk as he was, on her intoxicating quim. Have a great weekend!

A little bit of this

A quick jaunt to a big city. Blindfold Minx and bind her to a chair. Take off the blindfold and force her to watch as VSK sucks me, and then I fuck her mouth. Flip over my wife and fuck her so that Minx can watch me pound her, again and again. Don't forget to pull lots of hair. All this and more, but no cameraman. Oh, they say they want to but . . .

Switches and bitches

The other day I found myself enraged by VSK's insolence. I had to wipe that smirk off her face. It helps to put the collar around her neck, and then snap the leash to the collar. I threaded the leash through the bed frame, which essentially allowed me to jerk her head down, with her knees on the floor. Still she smirked, the little selfish bitch. The nice thing about a long leash is that it can be put to multiple uses. I took a goodly length of it and whipped her mocking ass hard until she finally began to see that I can switch from cuckold to master if the bitch warrants it. From here I rotated her to my cock. That was really satisfying, and she put some effort into sucking me from her knees while I stood. I finally rolled her on the bed and relieved myself in her still defiant pussy. That's the problem and the pleasure of this kitten, she has layers and layers of camouflage. The Minx, she's a bit easier to dominate, perhaps simply because she is just not as physically strong. She craves to be used like this, and frankly this post is for her. VSK, she knows what I want. Yet she still spends a lot of time resisting. These are pleasant problems, vexing, but pleasant. Women are complex creatures, and I am a glutton for punishment, giving and receiving.

Big

Knowing that its unlikely that I will be posting tomorrow, I thought I'd take a moment to be ahead of the curve for a change. Now this is no HNT post, its rather better than that. This particular picture was taken for my benefit, that is, I'm not this big. And with any kind of luck this type of behavior may repeat itself this weekend. At heart, all my roosterish pride aside, I get a big thrill out of VSK's seducing or using or being used by another man. Bigger than the menage a trois you might ask? Not bigger or smaller, ahem, just different. With men its more pure sex I suppose, it gets to something kind of primal for me. I like sharing her, and it usually, if not right then and there two guys banging away, just a matter of hours before I get whatever she gave away. These little mementos I get are kinda key but even if its just her telling me the stuff she did its all good. Practice makes perfect. She might not be perfect but she's very, very good. Have a great weekend!

Two for Tuesday

Been traveling a lot and enjoying a bit of free time in between appointments. We both have found that we really like Portland, Oregon. Maybe next time we go up we'll find a swing club. We had a great time with Minx a few weeks ago and should be seeing her again in a couple weeks. Its a interest privledge to travel in this day and age, waking up and thinking, "where the heck are we?" And those days where you start in one state and end up in another (literally and figuratively) can become sublime moments of reflection. We have a pretty great existence.

If VSK and I go two days without sex, it seems like a month lately. This morning she said, "I'd really like to have sex again." Let's see, she gave me a stunning hand job Saturday, we had sex both days this weekend, and we probably took Friday off due to the monthly visit. Ok, so I guess I'm going to have to put out tonight. Sheesh!

PS. Trying some stuff with exposure and cropping. Hope you like.

Friday Last . . .

Guess what (who) was on the menu? The cooks decided matching costumes were appropriate.

A little minx . . .

and a kitten . . .

And as you all know, herding cats is not exactly easy, even if it is necessary some times.

Have a happy 4th people! Freedom!

HNT: Dirty cats

I'd just sat down to watch the third quarter of the Lakers game. Then this vision showed up. "I am no longer interested in watching the Lakers game," I said. Then I put her cuffs on and tied her up. I only got to see the last minute of the game, which was desultory, not satisfying like VSK's mouth.

All of this because of what she and the Minx had been texting to each other. Read the previous post if what to know more about that. I doubt many will, I know that the dirty animals that view this blog want more prurient images like this. So thank the Minx. Soon I'll be tying her up and using her mouth like I used a horny VSK Tuesday night.

Thinking about my flowers

Its been an interesting week, even though I probably have some permutation of H1N1. Hysteria aside, we've seen a couple good movies, enjoyed the bounties of SoCal which often includes ridiculously nice weather when the hillsides aren't on fire, caught a good rock act and afterwards got the lead singer to sign one of her posters, flirted with a few and plumbed the depths of some really intense sex play. VSK has been very open to exploring some of her wilder notions. Let's just say that the female body has abilities that are stunning in their complexity.

The only thing lacking is our Minx, who even though resides hundreds of miles away has been next to us in our thoughts while we carry on our atypical partnership. She sends little presents which warm the cockles of VSK's and my heart. And she sent her first naughty video which provided another sublime form of heat. Here's some pics, brought to you by the flowers of one woman given to another. Spring is definitely in the air.

Trips

VSK, the Minx and I had another memorable evening last week. We took a little trip to a swing club, which while fun was pretty anti-climatic. We didn't interact with any of the other couples and being a triad probably explains that. Also we couldn't or didn't have any conversations with the other folks there because the music really sorta prevented it. But it was fun, relaxing even.



VSK still has little flashes of jealousy, but I find that I respect her more for being honest about this rather than trying to tough it out. At the club I was paying more attention to the Minx briefly and her old green demon took over. It lasted all of five minutes and she was back to abusing the stripper poll. As I think about this, I realize that she is getting past her jealous inclinations as fast or even faster than I did when she started being with other men. I really don't get jealous at all, 13 years down the road but she isn't even really past her first year. I actually do get flashes of green but at this point its a bonus rather than a distraction.



VSK and I may try another swing club, soon even. She wanted to interact and at one point at the club a good looking couple sat near us, and the woman commenced giving her man a bj. I wasn't paying attention, and I think at one point I was getting head from the minx and I'm not sure why VSK was moaning but so was the woman. Talk about a great stereo! Anyway we have been talking about giving Freedom Acres a go for years and now it seems pretty likely we will. I admit that does make me a bit nervous. VSK is likely to be a very bad kitty in the right setting after a couple of drinks.





Bottoms up!

Another fun time for all

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 . . .

VSK gets it next

Our last month has been busy, so assume the usual excuses for not posting more. It was a bit of a letdown to not get more comments on the last post as it introduced the Minx's perspective on our sexplay. But I see we now have some great ones so maybe it proves that the readers were on hiatus too. VSK and I get to see the minx soon and we are gearing up for it, each in our own way. For me, I get off thinking or looking at VSK in various stages of en flagrante delicto. The minx is a planner, so she plans. VSK just likes to know that she is the queen of all my dreams, which she is, and to remind her I fuck her silly. Last night was lovely as after we got done watching a smaltzy movie (The Bucket List) she got all sultry and I ended up nailing her from behind with some sort of wicked abandon, something culled from the past and the future I suspect. Here's a pic of her tied and beaten bottom, and another which is an outfit the minx gave her for a holiday present. There will be more presents shared soon, and I can hardly wait. Sorry I've made readers of this blog wait so long for an update.

The Minx's Perspective

VSK here: Last weekend was so comfortable, wonderous, pleasing and fun. Walking the streets together after dinner we could feel the love in the air. One couple wandering about in front of us even turned and asked "so, how many people are going to make love tonight? 20% you think?" It was an amusing and interesting question, and of course we three gave them that knowing smile; emitting that "let's make it so" vibe. So entrancing! And so connecting.

We have a guest writer for our post tonight. Our own little sexy minx did a bit of journaling and has graciously agreed to let me share her words. I very much love the sensual way in which she retells our lovely encounter that foggy, stay-in-bed morning and I really enjoyed reading it in her voice, hearing her insights, feeling the warmth all over again, simply feeling. Left me breathless, as she frequently does! Please enjoy--

"I woke to see the first light of morning slowly illuminating our room. Hearing their soft breathing next to me, I knew they were still asleep...but I couldn't sleep anymore. Not wanting to wake them, I let my mind wander back to the night before. My memories were more sensual than visual, remembrances of touches and embraces than of images. I drifted, content..."

"Half-sleeping/dreaming, I heard Witness move and then felt him leave the bed. VSK stirred a little, making a sweet sound - half moan, half sigh, and I smiled to myself but kept still. I could hear Witness moving around in the bathroom - then sleepily stumbling back to the bed which dipped a little as he climbed back in, and I could feel him slide his body over Kitten's. I finally turned my head and found him staring at me with that look - that very devilish look I had hoped to see. "You awake?" Kitten murmured to him, her eyes still closed. But I could see her body undulating towards his. He rubbed himself against her like a snake."

"'How could I sleep with two beautiful, naked women in bed with me?' he said softly. I giggled. I saw his eyes wander over my breasts, and instinctively arched towards him. But he knew not to touch, not yet. Last night I had been hungry for sensation, and had eagerly sought mouths, tongues, cock, pussy - but this morning I wanted to live out another fantasy. I wanted to watch."

"I don't know that my friends have any idea how much I enjoy being voyeuristic, but I've always been a visual person - and this was a sight to behold. As Witness began to kiss his beautiful VSK, I turned on my side to watch. I loved the sight of his tongue invading her pretty pink mouth, the sounds she made as he kissed her roughly. He moved down and sucked on one pert little nipple, making it hard and extended - amazingly sexy to me. Down he went, until at last he buried his face between her legs. I gasped to see his tongue lick just below that small tuft of blonde hair, and to hear her moan simultaneously. God, this was turning me on. It was as if I could feel everything that she was feeling, every lick and suck. Witness's eyes were riveted on Kitten's face, and I turned to look - she was stunning. Head thrown back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut in absolute pleasure. I realized I had turned on to my back, and was mimicking Kitten's body movements as if they were my own. Entranced by what I was seeing, I was suddenly surprised to feel Kitten's hand between my legs. I opened, and she rubbed my clit slowly - eliciting a true moan from me. I saw Witness's eyes rove from her to me, back and forth, obviously enjoying the show he was getting. He moved suddenly, rising up and mounting her. Kitten's hands continued to fondle me as he started to pump his hard cock into her pussy. His cock looked so good, glistening wet from her juices as he pounded. Oh, god, I thought, I'm gonna cum..."

"He slowed then, his thrusts more languorous as he looked at Kitten's hand on me. 'Is she ready?' he whispered to her, as if I were just a plaything laying there for their enjoyment (I was). I was so wet I was dripping."

"'Oh, she's ready...' she smiled."

Yes, Master

I have been ordered to write a post and to include 4 pictures. As you know, I like to please. And that, along with the threat of no physical contact if I don't do as I am told, encourages me to be obedient.

We had one of those fantastic weekends; a house all to ourselves and plenty of time to do as we please. Of course we had to keep up on our "batting average" (since July 4 we have only missed 5 days). We spent most of the time engaged in this kind of activity:



We also continued to explore the fantastical world of BDSM. There is a tremendous amount of trust that goes along with this kind of play. I find it a huge turn on. Witness tested my obedience, and I tested my compliance. A very good friend was over for a visit, I went to retrieve something from the bedroom and Witness snuck in behind me. He stripped me, put on the blindfold and restraints and led me to the living room (gulp) and tied me up in full view. He announced that I was the toy for the afternoon while they watched sports, drank beer and played with me whenever they wanted. I felt very exposed laying there, knowing they were looking at me, wondering what would happen. I had to let go of traditional concepts of privacy and self-protection and chastity. I could feel my pussy pulsate and dampen. Witness said from across the room that he could see me getting wet. The anticipation and waiting for the first touch was nearly tortuous.



Our friend had to depart after just a little while, so Witness rolled me over



And rewarded me with a spanking. Here is a glimpse of my punished self (this is the tamer picture):


I think my favorite parts of a spanking are the heighten awareness just before the first swat, the going out-of-my mind during the smacks, and the release of the endorphins as the skin tingles and burns afterward. Kinky and fun!

Now that I have done as commanded I wonder what will be my reward?! (Oooo, I posted 5 pics--bonus!)

Happy Anniversary

Wow, what a weekend. It is our wedding anniversary, 22 years. The kids went away for the weekend and we are all alone. Well, except for a while last night. A friend called that I/we haven't seen for quite a while. We invited him over. Before he arrived we set up candles and I put on a little sexy robe. When he arrived we did the little chit chat thing to get to a comfortable vibe. Did a little teasing and dropped my robe. Witness had the front row seat for observation and I completely enjoyed engrossing my self with our guest, he does does light me up and we all enjoyed our sexuality for a couple of hours. It was all about the raw physicality. Witness took played photographer; it is interesting to me what things he focuses on and what excites him. Also interesting is that both men are watchers and our guest wanted to watch me with my husband, which I did. One of my recurring fantasies is to be on my knees blowing one guy and another guy pounding me from behind, and it is so satisfying when I get to participate in that. I really had a great time. Unfortunately, our friend had to leave, if he had stayed I am sure we would have explored many things as we grew more comfortable with each other. Next time.

Now for the next morning. Witness woke up in quite a state and he felt the urge to "punish" me for my "transgressions" the night before. We have been dabbling in a bit of bondage and some rough sex play and I enjoy it. When he ties me up, I become so aware of my skin and key body parts and I get so aroused (as I am getting now thinking about it) and a whole new realm opens to us. Being bound I have to give myself completely to him. It is so fascinating to both of us to move into roles that we have not fully explored. Having been together for so long it is a big charge to learn new things about one another and ourselves.

What happens when the blogging stops

July has been an amazing month for us, and its not over yet. Without going into a blow by blow of every little and not so little bit of fun we/she have been having, suffice is to say that we are alive and very well. It must be the heat. Heat begets heat I guess.

Every day since July 4th, with three days off because I was out of town, VSK and I have managed to connect. And some of the connections have been beyond what either of us really expected. Its pretty interesting to be married to someone for over 20 years, think you have a pretty progressive sex life and then discover that you partner has another level that she's been saving for a rainy day. Or a hot day. And night.

The catalyst for this change was something I did, although I think I'll leave the details to VSK when and if she wants to discuss it. Intimacy should not be compromised by blogging. We are pretty frank, and we have not hidden the fact that we do fight about things, and struggle to communicate better. Our relationship hits rocky parts, although we firmly believe nothing will ever separate us. We got lazy earlier this year, fought quite a bit in May and June and figured out what was going on in July. And we can't get enough of each other now. Its fun to "rediscover" each other like this. I think most couples who do have successful relationships go through similar ups and downs.

We'll get back to posting, pics being what most folks want to see, rather than my pedestrian musings. But I thought a status report was in order. Thanks for reading.