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.

HNT: self took

As I wrote last week, VSK and I had a few days apart and she sent me a lot of fun stuff. This pic is blurry but the composition is perfect to my eyes. A friend and I ordered her to take pics, vids, and like a good girl she complied. Looking forward to a compliant weekend as well . . .

PS: thanks to Minx for the panties.

Too late for HNT

VSK has been sending me a lot of fun text videos lately. Watching her play with herself is a blast for me, and she and Minx tried to pull one over on me yesterday as I am out of town. That the two of them think it great fun to tease me with threats that they are having a not so secret rendevous makes me crazy with happiness. And kitten is all on fire because she has some secret plans for real. She may not admit it, but she is looking forward to some strange cock. Maybe not strange but not my cock. Man, that really turns me on.

Lately I have been fantasizing about using VSK as a pussy for hire. How much do you think I could get for her? I mean, how much would a video of her doing whatever you desire be worth? I think the point is not to make coin, its the boundary violated. Ordering her to do things is such a blast, and doing it for strangers is doubly so. My brain is kinked. This is a perfect shape for it.

Here's a pic, and maybe I'll post a vid soon. More for me than you. But you may very well enjoy, no?

HNT: back pain

VSK is a hurting pup this morning. Something to know about MILFs, they are somewhat more fragile than their cousins, the yet to reproduce youngster. It seems logical to me that one thing that might straighten her out would be a enormous cock. I admit, I'm not quite enormous. I could use some help. Any volunteers?

HNT: Rose in the Garden

Quick and to the point. Take off your top honey, we got to post for HNT. Done. Smells good . . .

HNT: Grab one

Just fooling around before bedtime. Sometimes you just gotta grab a pic. Or a boob.

Happy HNT folks!

Gambling

VSK and I took a risk when we first said "I do" over twenty years ago. And we've taken numerous risks over the years, from children to mortgages to this blog, as a team. Given that she and I have rather different communication styles, demeanor, interests (we share the sex interest big time) histories, childhoods, affinities, roles, whatever, its through our sharing of experiences that we continually build our relationship. It could be said that a relationship that's not growing is shrinking, but that's a little too simplistic for declaration. Sometimes our affair of the heart gets shunted aside for the affairs of the married life, and there are certainly ups and downs. Right now we are back to creating new memories and friendships, rolling the dice to see what might come up.


Minx certainly has risen to the top of our mutual list. Our most recent overnighter was relaxing, sensual, and at times hilarious. We usually come out of each meeting with one sharp moment of lucidity, one that lingers as a phrase in our minds that we can call up in our mundane moments for our benefit. I won't necessarily share these exact thoughts as they are our private coin of the realm, but I imagine this is what the intimacies of all who play experience from time to time. Its our private OZ, an unreal reality separate from the day to day. Will such an escape demand to see the light of daily practice? Could we or do we all want to live in a different world than the habitual one we've each built over years of investment? I don't think I am anywhere near an answer. At the moment our oddball status quo seems to work. Each of us seems content, connected and invested in further exploits.








Here's a pic of Minx and VSK. You can imagine the blurry quality is an artifact of not only a shaky hand in poor light, but a hazy reality of buzzy erotic satiation. Something like that. My women rock. I am ridiculously well off right now, economic crisis be damned.