What the Smart Set doesn't understand

If you spend any amount of time in a LTR and any amount of time reading say The New Yorker, the New York Times, or anyone who likes to think they have the key to the internal workings of the great American mentality, you run up against, again and again, the dispensation of the Grand Emotional Truth. GET, for short. As in, do you get it? Do you understand that love is different than lust and the never the twain should meet in a real romance? Even when your not getting it, because that getting of it is just porn, and they (the great herd of smart received wisdom about love and sex) all know what that is.



Like fuck they do. The NYTimes pubished a story about a couple of couples who decided, egads!, to see how many days in a row they could do it. They made sex into work, and found out that, "hey, this seems to have helped our intimacy!" The average American couple does it 66 times a year, and most figure that figure is higher than it really is for those who have been in a LTR, because we all know young couples do it at a higher frequency. And eventually reality/boredom comes to play its well known cards and the GET holds that slow death as normal.


I started writing this blog about a year ago because I wanted not only to show off and play with my wife, but because I think that what passes for the GET amongst American couples and described in the media, high and low, sucks eggs. I don't want to get all political here, but there is a reason why we are a country prone to violence, prone to over-eating, prone to Prozac, number one in the world in prisoners kept and keepers of a high divorce rate. Simply put, the Puritans were wrong about fucking, folks. They didn't get it and what they left as a foundation for sexuality in this great nation is as bad a legacy as can be imagined. Someone please show me the great happy normalcy that is the foundation of our greatness. And as the readers of this blog know; it doesn't exist. It never did. And occasionally the ones that seem so sure that porn killed romance piss me off so much I have to vent. I'm betting that romance has killed more than porn ever did. At least if death equals begging your wife for a blow job.


What I mean to engage is the truth that if you don't have a working sex life, its gonna be damn difficult to have intimacy, and intimacy is the salvation of "romance." It nearly the definition of romance. The intimacy that partners can share by know each other's bodies is the fundamental root of our romantic worlds. The smart set of folks who have all read too many novels and lost their physicality in the grand narratives of the GET, those folks will never get to understand how a show like Swingtown or whatnot might have something bigger to say than "Friday Night Lights." I know that we all want to think we are special, and that our special relationship is a gift of fate that makes sense of what we are to do with our time here, but what if that is not so? We make our own realities, and to the extent that we have the guts to trust our own desires as good and not bad, we can garner something that feels a lot like the freedom we all cherish so well, and practice so poorly.

After a year at this blog, I've got to come clean even as I plan on posting more nekkid wife pics. There is a battle out there for the sensibility or our nations sexual and emotional truths. First thing you need to know is that its plural not singular. Something swinging sex bloggers are pointing out with every post.

Late HNT

Its been several days since we've screwed. I've been bad. I've not been my usual playful self . . .

As you can see, I've got a lot to think about. I've been missing something.

Imagine having a Ferrari. Imagine not having the keys . . .

This HNT is not on time but still, better than nothing. Several times better than nothing I figure.

HNT in pink

I'm really not one to brag, although by posting pics of my wife, I guess I am bragging. This photoshoot went real well. Funny that I had to use my back up back up camera, as I've misplaced the battery charger for the new camera. Ha! Sometime old technology is the best. Or, older technology can still be quite useable. Like Milf's. Not to call VSK old, but I guess I did. She sure worked my old cock over after these pics were taken. Hope she inspires some self-abuse out there . . .

I should point out that this photo episode was sponsored by a little shopping at the old adult superstore. Lots of tight clinging things to chose from. When VSK got home, she was wearing her killer green dress and looked like the proverbial sexy librarian. But she couldn't wait to get into this outfit, and she even wore it with high heals. Wow, its amazing what those shoes can do. She'll tell you she was feeling a little puffy, but hell, I think we can all see past that. She got me puffy, then nearly choked me to death while I was banging her missionary style. I admit I liked it, rough bad kitty. Rowr!

Jewelry

VSK mentioned that she might like a little piece of jewelry, I guess sorta to get into character. Typical me went a bit overboard. Now we have folks asking, what does VSK stand for? Very Sexy Kitty? Voluptuous Super Kitten? Vixen Seeks Kona? Voldemort Sucks Kielbasa? Help! We kinda feel like maybe we don't care if some folks know what its for, but I don't want this piece to find its way out only on special secret occasions. Fire away, my brain is dry. VSK has drained me this weekend, in more ways than one. And that's a good thing, mostly.

1 in 3 HNT

Sorry the pic's so dark, I've not had a chance to get any new images of VSK lately. There's hope on the horizon as she is off tomorrow and I figure I'll take a PTO day as well. Pictures: The Opportunity. We'll see.

Glancing at the Huffington Post and saw this article. It says something like one in three American moms are getting something on the side. So for those of you wondering if hot-wifeing is odd, the answer would seem to be, its only odd that so few are honest about what their wives want on occasion.

Here's hoping to more posting! And more shenanigans!

Small changes

I'm not one to try to make a lotta rules for my fellow man/woman, but I don't want spammers sending comments in to CMVSK. I think the way I have not joined into various ping generating groups has kept a lot of folks in the dark about this blog, but that's OK, I'm writing it because I sure as heck don't want to turn this into another job. I've got at least two paying gigs already, and a few non-paying ones blocking up my time. Any advice from the readers of this blog about avoiding spam or just generally improving things will be considered. I figure most folks just want to see some nekkid pics. Fine by me, fine by VSK. As time allows, the clothing disappears. I've enabled comment moderation for the moment, and made it so one has to type those funny letters to make a comment. Cool? Not cool? Let us know.

Thanks folks!

Waiting for Summer

I am firmly entrenched in that nebulous place whereby I am waiting to be done with my part-time job so I can get on with the job of enjoying life. This summer looks like it will be an interesting one, full of travel, family and hopefully some shenanigans. VSK and I have been enjoying our family life, the kids are pretty amusing these days, and its at the point now where the next stage in our lives is staring us in the face. You can bet that I want to expand our "activities" in light of the new freedoms that will present themselves, but that wait is going to take a few summers to reach. Wisdom would be to be patient and realize that time flies, but I'm a pretty regular man. I want my fun now, and I want it to be more fun than the last fun. Hurry up and wait.

Anyway, while I wait, here's who's in my bed. She seems reasonably distracting. Reason is, however, overrated.