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.

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!

One plus one

Its been three months since we have been three together. I would like to see miss Minx more often than that but how could I possibly complain given my situation? Isn't that the funny part of being so ridiculously blessed as I am? "I want more" is the American addiction. Lately I've managed to take the lessons of rehab to heart and avoided the jones. 'Course it always helps to see the little Minx.

Our play has become more predictable, which is actually a very good thing. VSK gets me going, mouth then pussy and then she hands me off to fuck miss Minx. Ms. Minx had forgotten her medicine so just to be a bit safer I pulled out at climax. VSK made some rude comment about where my spunk had ended up and I ended up between the two vixens, wondering if there was a way to bottle the delicious liquid moment.

I took some pictures and I'll try to give you the best of what I shot but every single shot was blurry. New camera and I are not communicating yet. I'll keep trying, I'm sure you don't mind blurry pics of the kittens. Gives you more room to fantasize. Less is more, one plus one. And one.

Hot and cold

After a semi-disastrous holiday of family angst and not nearly enough alcohol, VSK and I got home in time to watch the Chargers beat the living shit out of Indy. And then the kitten needed something to stun herself out of her mind.

Fisting is not something we do very often but its a neat trick when you really need to have some neurons completely wrecked for the greater good of memory destruction. The Kitten wanted and I gave the full measure of the abuse she required. I am always amazed by what the human female is capable of when she is willing to let her hair come completely down. VSK was a blast, and I needed to get blasted. We both did.

Most of the time the reason why I don't write more here is because I am so busy and I have no new pictures. I tend to want to use pictures that I have recently taken. And finally, tonight I took the time to take some pictures. Kinda artsy but it captures her better than I say. Its how I see her. I guess you could say its always two o'clock when I look at her. And then I wake up and she's still there. In all her glory. Happy Holidays. Especially when every day is a holiday.

Its a wrap

No, we are not quiting, although it would be hard to quit something that we spend so little time on. Sometimes its just not the first thing that we think about, this blog, and the stories we tell. More and more I'm thinking that is the right way. But its still nice to have an outlet for every once in a while.

Couple nights ago, we sat down to watch some bad T.V. and I thought, well, a vibrator can only make things better. VSK is addicted to her vibrator. If you offer it too her she will almost never turn it down. Moreover, when I went to plug it in she pointed out that it was better if I plugged it into a different strip, basically reminding me that this is something she does when I'm gone. By the second show she was on the floor buzzing away. Within about 2 or 3 minutes she is usually completely ready to go. I like to shove my cock down her throat as she does this, which serves two purposes; gets me ready an makes her even sluttier. I know she's in a state when she gets down on all fours. We have carpet that bites so we have to throw down a blanket or she be busted at work the next day with rug burns on her knees and in this case, elbows too. The view from this evenings activities was just what I needed. And the sounds that come out of my wife when she's getting it like this are such a delightful soundtrack. A couple hard slaps on the ass just to make the pony buck and its a rodeo. Finally, add the image in my mind of all the other guys who have rode the horse this way and its a cuck & fuck happening. Dandy fun indeed.

About a month ago I came back from a trip with an idea, like I often do and executed it to perfection. If you haven't tried bondage with saran wrap, you should. I guess I was inspired by Dexter or something. I put missy on a chair at the foot of the bed and put her bracelets on. After tying her to the bed I wrapped her to the chair. By the time I got to actually torturing her she was just dripping. Her clit was so engorged it stood out double its normal size and she couldn't hide it from me. I toyed with shaving her for a bit but finally I just needed my release and we ended up on the bed instead of tied to it. The shaving became a request demand from me and she's shorn her lips which gives her cooch a real outstanding visage. Highly recommended for proper pussy licking access and general slatternliness. I just got a new camera so I'll be photoing soon this new look.

Got some fun planned in the next month so I'll probably be back her sooner rather than later. Have a great one folks!

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!

Going back to Eden

For the last, I don't know, decade or so I have been not only developing a rather different type of lifestyle, I have been saying, to anyone who will listen, that you don't have to accept things as they are. And VSK and I, and now Minx, have worked pretty hard and communicating and figuring out all the little packets of crap that have been infiltrated into our minds over the years about monogamy and what is "normal" and we've gone ahead and decided that we can figure out for ourselves what will work. And it has. And being freaks doesn't really bother any of us because in some way, we have always been freaks. Freaks are good.

A new book is out and while it might not unfreakify us, its a step in the right direction. Sex at Dawn is a new book of evolutionary psychology that bascially notes that from an evolutionary point of view, monogamy is a late addition to human behavior, most likely associated with the rise of agriculture. I won't spend a lot of time discussing it right now, but I do think I will in the future refer to this book again and again. But let me cut to the chase.

While I haven't read the ending, the authors suggest that we might be able to return to Eden, so to speak, avoiding the stupid traps of monogamy that so capture our agricultural minds. One sex therapist who reviewed the book seem to think this fanciful, as its all about the competition in society and hence, fighting for pussy must continue. Well, fuck that. Sharing is most likely going to be the only way us humans get out of the mess we are in. If it starts in the bedroom, far out. I'll be the Che Guevarra of cuckoldry.