Holy doodle!

How did it get to be Thursday already?

Sunday was Grey Cup festivities followed by a Canucks game; worked an extra shift, went to a writing class and had to drive in our first (and let’s hope only) snow fall of the year on Monday; Tuesday the Mini had it’s 90,000km check up (needs brakes soon) and I gave blood; Wednesday we went to an awards night at the college (♀ received a $500 award..she was recommended for it by an instructor she had last year). The bakery is getting busier now for Christmas; I made the first stollen of the year last night. I also had to make 3 loaves of bread in the shape of turtles for an order. I hope the customer has a good imagination, I don’t think they came out looking very turtle-like.

And on top of all that, ♀ insisted that the carpets needed steam cleaning.

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When Mini was about 3 years old, I started taking him swimming on a regular basis, but I had somehow missed the memo on the purpose of the ‘Family Change Room’.  In my little mind, I’m male the child is male we should get changed in the Men’s Change Room. If you’re unfamiliar with the set-up of the average Men’s Change Room it is as follows: A large open room with a few benches in the middle (for sitting on while pulling on socks), lockers down both sides, a row of open showers, toilets and the entrance to the pool at the far end. We may have used the Men’s Change Room several times before this fateful day- I don’t remember.

Mini & I were getting changed into our swim suits. There were maybe 10 other guys in the room. The guy standing directly across from us was getting changed into his street clothes when my 3 year old son pointed and asked, “Daddy, why is that man’s penis so small?”

I’m not sure who was more embarrassed, me or ‘little willy’. In the comment section please tell us what you think should have been said or what you would have said if being injured wasn’t a concern. He was very small…it was a fair question.

From then on we’ve used Family Change Rooms. They have change stalls with doors that close and private showers. ♀ tells me that’s how Women’s Change Rooms are as well. Why are Men’s Change Rooms open like that? Anyway, Mini is old enough now to use the Men’s Change Rooms (in fact when he goes swimming with friends, that’s what they use), but when he’s with me we still use the Family Change Room. If you asked him why that is he’d probably shrug and say ’cause we always have, but the real reason is he may be used to seeing me with shaved legs and painted toe nails, but I think he’d be disturbed at seeing my pretty underwear.

Mini & I and a friend of his had planned on going swimming one day this past week when they got out of school. ♀ has been trying to get more exercise and decided to come with us. We all went to the Family Change Room so we could stuff everything into one locker. ♀ was being very naughty.  She flirted and teased me mercilessly; she flashed her boobies at me when we were doing aquafit, she tried to pull my trunks off in the lap lanes, she ground her pussy against my leg in the main pool, she groped me and tweaked my nipples every chance she could get, especially in the hot tub.  I’m not complaining. In fact I love it when she’s like that, but I kept hearing the Reverends wife from The Simpsons “Think of the children!” I’m actually surprised nobody said anything to us. She wasn’t being very subtle.

When we were ready to leave we told the boys they could swim for another 20 minutes and we went into our little change stall to have a shower and get changed. She sat on the bench in front of me and when I took my trunks off she started to play again. She squeezed my balls and started licking my cock. With the 90 minutes of teasing I’d had while we were in the pool, it didn’t take long for me to get really excited. The doors on these stalls are open at the top and the bottom so it’s not like we had total privacy. We could hear people walking past and talking so they’d be able to hear us as well. Mini & I go swimming at this pool every week, he’d be some pissed off if we couldn’t go anymore ’cause dad got busted having sex in the change room.

At first it was just teasing…foreplay for some hot lovin’ as soon as we got home, but neither of us wanted to be the one to say ’stop’. Is there anything quite as sexy as watching someone lick a drop of pre-cum off the tip of your cock while she’s looking you straight in the eye? I wasn’t going to be the one to say stop. I reached down and undid her top.

Blow jobs for me are most often foreplay. I love getting them, but jaws usually get tired before I can orgasm. She was squeezing her breasts around my cock when she whispered, “Do you think you can come baby?” Did I mention that I was very excited? Our difference in height make any kind of vertical sex pretty much impossible and laying down wasn’t an option so the only way I was going to be able to have a big O was by doing exactly what we were doing. I kept thrusting my cock between her breasts towards her mouth and nodded ‘yes’.

She winked at me, grabbed the cheeks of my ass and in one swift motion, swallowed me whole. She doesn’t do that very often and I knew that sort of eagerness needed to be rewarded. I tried hard to tune out all the outside noise and just focus on what she was doing, which was working my cock and balls with her mouth, tongue and hands like there was no tomorrow. She’d get me so close and then I’d drop off a bit. Right to the edge, but not quite over. I needed to come soooo bad, but I can’t even pee in public and I started to think that actually having an orgasm under those conditions was more then I could do.  I was just about to tell her to stop when I felt a finger pushing against my asshole. It was slick with saliva and as I continued to fuck her mouth she slowly pushed her finger into my butt. Once all the way inside, she started to finger-fucked me in perfect harmony with my thrusts into her mouth and it didn’t take long until…

Shitgawdamn, she pushed me over and WOW I had A LOT of come for her! She swallowed some of it and the rest dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Then she cupped my balls and sucked out the last few drops.

She looked very pleased with herself. My legs had gone all wobbly so I sat down beside her. I kissed her deeply, tasting my sex in her mouth. I tried to lick it off her breasts as well, but she said she wanted it left on as a reminder of our adventure at the pool. Beats smelling chlorine for the rest of the day, right?

Have I ever mentioned that I’m married to a goddess?

Our HNT pic isn’t from the pool, but it is a recent BJ.

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 We interrupt this post to bring you a special news bulletin:
Mandy from Sexy Blog Reviews gave my blog 4/5 orgasms. Is that exciting or what?

We now return you to your regular scheduled post.

So when Rachel Kramer Bussel emailed me a couple of months ago, I thought it must be a cupcake thing (I’m a baker, remember); maybe she was sending me a secret recipe or asking me for one or maybe she’d started her own cupcake business and wanted to sell me a franchise OR maybe she’d read something on my blog that she just had to have in her next collection of erotica…stop laughing, it could happen.

Actually, she emailed to ask if I’d write a review of her latest collection of erotica Crossdressing: Erotic Stories (Many thanks to AAG for pointing her in my direction). Of course I was thrilled to bits,  and more then once while waiting for the book to arrive thought about the stories I’d submit if a second collection was to be published. And that’s the thing; I was only thinking of hot stories written by straight males with this strange and wonderful compulsion/obsession/addiction.

For me, the desire to cross-dress is almost impossible to resist (I’m a full-time panty boy) and the sexual charge isn’t the only reason why I do it, but it’s a big part. For some reason I’d never even considered the hotness of cross-dressing from anybody elses point of view and  I’m really embarrassed to admit that I was really surprised by most of the stories in this collection.

I’ve always known that clothes (outer and under) can change how I feel about myself, can even change my persona and clothes certainly change how others see and react to me so it shouldn’t have been that surprising that lots of other people get off on it as well. From male, female, straight, gay, lesbian, transgender and any combination thereof, these stories were hot hot hot. There were stories of how clothing can blur the gender lines and shake up sexual orientation, if only for a night. There were stories of sexy secrets hidden beneath the outer shell and stories of how donning a different costume can reveal an inner passion, and not just in the cross-dresser.

I think Ms. Bussel says it best in her introduction, “In short, you’ll find people across the sexual-orientation spectrum fucking with gender and gender roles- and simply fucking…Here you get hot fantasy, fiction and the kind of truth that really matters, the kind that gets under our skin, under our clothes, under our disguises to a place that speaks to us deep in our erotic souls.”

You don’t need to be a cross-dresser or even an admirer of one. These stories are simply HOT.

Cheers,

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♀ & I met face to face six years ago this past Monday. Hard to forget an anniversary on Remembrance Day, right? To celebrate, I decided to take her out for a nice dinner. We hadn’t been to this particular restaurant before, but my boss had heard good things about it so we went.

It was a very nice restaurant in an old farm house. Hard to believe that whole area was once farm land, now it sits in between two strip malls, a highway and a rail line. The main part of the house was built in 1918 and it’s still owned by the same family that built it. One of the grandsons runs the restaurant now.  Unlike some converted spaces, this place really felt like you were in someones house. We were in one of the bedrooms (go figure) with three other tables. My back was to the door and ♀ back was towards most of the other diners and with the layout of the room she couldn’t see anyone coming down the hall towards our room, but when someone did come in they’d see our table first.

She was wearing one of her corsets and as nobody else in the room could see her front, she was doing naughty things with a bread-stick; sliding it down between her breasts and then licking it in much the same way that she’d been licking my penis an hour earlier. Next she dipped the end of it in the whipped butter and oh so slowly and seductively licked from the base all the way up. She was almost at the cream covered tip when…you guessed it…our waiter walked in. You know what she did? She bit the tip right off. Ouch!

If I could have got a picture of the look on her face right at the moment he walked in, you can bet I’d be posting it here. It was priceless! The waiter was a pro and didn’t say anything, but ♀ did get asked several times if she needed more bread.

Want to know something really cool? We’ve been together for six years and she still turns me on so fucking much. It amazes me that sex with her just keeps getting better and better. (Try not to gag…it’s our anniversary…I’m allowed to gush) Want to know how into this woman I still am? As part of my sissification I need her permission to masturbate. She doesn’t allow it very often and there’s always conditions attached, but when I do get to jerk off I fantasize about her. It might be ♀ & I or ♀ with another woman or another man, but she’s front and center even in my fantasies.

Oh yeah, the ‘floral’ part of this post… ♀ brought me flowers for our anniversary because like any good sissy I love getting flowers!

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Mini had some questions after school on Friday. They’d had their Remembrance Day assembly and something just wasn’t sitting right with him. He had no idea of the causes of WW1 & WW2, but he seemed to understand why Canadians were there and what their sacrifice meant. What he couldn’t understand (he’s 11) is Afghanistan and why we’re there. This is when a dad is supposed to say something intelligent. Impart words of wisdom that will enlighten and clarify.

I tried. I explained about the United Nations and how the powers that be believed it was the right thing to do, that to leave now would lead to anarchy and slaughter. I tried to explain why it’s so complicated; the pros and cons for staying and for leaving. He asked how I felt about it. I told him I support the troops, but not the mission. He seemed satisfied with that, but I wish I could have given him more.

I watched Hockey Night in Canada last night and during the Coaches Corner segment they showed the pictures and ages of all the fallen from the past year and it was just so…sad. Good Canadian kids that should be home with their families drinking beer and watching the hockey game. I know they must have believed in what they were doing when they left, but to be involved in a bloody civil war with no end in sight makes no sense to me. But on the flip side we sat back and watched the slaughter in Rwanda. What’s worse? I look at our two boys and shudder.

This wasn’t the post I planned to write tonight, but I got the following email and really felt the need to post it.

Muslims just want to live in peace.

A German’s point of view on Islam

A man whose family was German aristocracy prior to World War II owned a number of large industries and estates. When asked how many German people were true Nazis, the answer he gave can guide our attitude toward fanaticism.

“Very few people were true Nazis “he said,” but many enjoyed the return of German pride, and many more were too busy to care. I was one of those who just thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the majority just sat back and let it all happen. Then, before we knew it, they owned us, and we had lost control, and the end of the world had come. My family lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp and the Allies destroyed my factories.”

We are told again and again by “experts” and “talking heads” that Islam is the religion of peace, and that the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in peace. Although this unqualified assertion may be true, it is entirely irrelevant. It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the spectre of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam. The fact is that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history.

It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars worldwide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian, Jewish and tribal groups throughout the Middle East, Asia and Africa, gradually taking over an entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or ‘honour kill’. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. The hard quantifiable fact is that the “peaceful majority”, the “silent majority”, is cowed and extraneous.

Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people. The peaceful majority were irrelevant. China’s huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.

The average Japanese individual prior to World War II was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians; most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet. And, who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were “peace loving”?

History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt, yet for all our powers of reason we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points: Peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence.

Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don’t speak up, because like my friend from Germany , they will awaken one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.

Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghanis, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late.

As for us who watch it all unfold; we must pay attention to the only group that counts; the fanatics who threaten our way of life.

Lastly, at the risk of offending, anyone who doubts that the issue is serious and just deletes this email without sending it on, is contributing to the passiveness that allows the problems to expand. So, extend yourself a bit and send this on and on and on! Let us hope that thousands, world wide, read this - think about it - and send it on.

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I assume the worst. This past weekend my son sent me a forward from his new email address, the name on it was his first name and her last name ‘Mini Bitch’. My first reaction was that she’d convinced him to change his name (he’s 11). She’s taken everything else from me, now he won’t even have my name. I asked him on Tuesday what was going on. He said his mom didn’t want his email to have his real name for safety reasons. Her name is more unusual then mine is so I think it’s a lame excuse, but he seemed genuine when he said he’d never change his last name.

But that’s how I think. If I send you an email and you don’t respond, it’s because I’ve insulted you or hurt your feelings or you really don’t like me. Unless I’m told what it is I’ve done, I don’t write back to ask why you don’t like me. I just assume you’re someone else I’ve managed to piss off. That’s just how my little mind works. When shit happens, it’s my fault.

♀ hasn’t been very happy lately. I know there are several reasons for this that are beyond my control. Full time school for the first time in 20yrs and 30+ hours/week at work are taking a toll and her marks aren’t what she’d hoped they’d be. When she started school in September, I told her that she wasn’t supposed to do any housework. All she needed to worry about was school and work. The problem with that is she’s a very nurturing person and she needs to feel needed. I’m always doing stuff for her and I think she’s feeling like she’s doing nothing for me and it’s messing with her head.

Another issue is weight. She’s very careful about what she eats and tries to find time to exercise, but she’s put on some of the weight she’d lost. I try to be encouraging; I buy healthy foods, I’m always willing to go for walks but with our schedules, we end up eating out a lot.  Not a day goes by that I don’t tell her how beautiful she is and how much she turns me on, but she’s been feeling ‘fat and stupid’ all week.

These bouts of self-loathing don’t happen very often, but when they do I blame me. A couple of years ago I would blame my cross-dressing. If I’m dressed pretty maybe it’s hard for her to feel pretty. I think for now we’re both comfortable where that is. She’s the one who tossed out all my male underwear so she can’t really complain about me wearing panties. The opportunity to get more dressed up doesn’t happen very often and she seems fine with it when it does.

The whole ’sissy’ thing is a lot less tangible then cross-dressing and I think that makes it harder to find a balance. Here’s an example: last Saturday there was no one home so I put on some girly clothes and steam cleaned the carpets, washed the floors, changed the bedding, did the laundry, cleaned up the kitchen… 

Junior was going to home before his mom so I’d had a shower and was wearing dad clothes by the time everyone got home. The entire afternoon I’d felt very sissy-like ‘I hope she’ll be pleased that I’m her bitch’. Of course she was pleased that the house was so clean. She said she was lucky to have such a wonderful husband. The difference is in perception. I tried pointing that out to her later that evening and she got really upset. “No matter what I do you’ll always want me to spank you harder, fuck your ass more often, discipline you more and more. It’ll never be enough! Maybe we should just find you another lover who will do all those things for you.”

Then we were both upset. All I’d done was try to explain the difference between how we both viewed my activities during the day. And what’s so bad about having a partner who wants to treat you like a goddess? I know being dominate doesn’t come easy for her, but it’s not like I’m asking to be physically dominated every day.  Words can be just as powerful.

As far as finding me another lover goes, I’m not interested in a situation who will take sexual energy away from us. If we ever include anyone else they would have to add to our sexual energy not divide it up.

Sorry, I kinda got off topic.  My point is ♀ isn’t feeling very sexy right now and I think some of that is my fault.

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ps: I think ♀ is sexy even when she’s not trying to be.

 The last Halloween party I went to was in the mid 80’s. I was loaded most of that decade so I can’t be much more specific than that. Remember the Charlie Brown Halloween Show? Charlie Brown got dressed up as a ghost, but couldn’t get the eye holes right so he had a bunch of holes all over his sheet. That’s what I went out as. I also wore a wide yellow and black checkered necktie and a bowler hat to keep the sheet in place.

I remember buying that stuff at the thrift store. I remember going to a couple of clubs and then a house party and then…nothing. I woke up naked and in my own bed, but my costume was gone. Even the gym shorts I’d been wearing underneath the sheet were gone. To this day I have no idea how I got home or what I was wearing when I got there.  I have a theory that a decade of debauchery could have been avoided if I’d had a drawer full of frilly things of my very own.

Well now I have lots of frilly things of my own and I have a wonderfully supportive partner and you would think that since my opportunity to get completely dressed up and go out in public is very limited, that Halloween would be like my favourite night of the year. You might think that, but nope, in six years we’ve never been to a Halloween party. Part of that is due to schedules; I work nights and ♀ usually works early mornings. A bigger reason is Halloween parties are a lot like New Years Eve parties; loud, crowded, over-priced, over-hyped and way to many drunks and I try to avoid those sorts of things.

 But this year we decided it might be fun. We know the owners of a bistro and they let us reserve a table so we could have a little personal space. Our friend JA came over and did our make-up. She and her guy were supposed to come with us, but they had child care issues so it was just ♀ & I.

Are you interested in what was on underneath? ♀ was wearing a crotchless fishnet body stocking, I had a strapless long-line bra, ruffled panties, garter and stockings from Fredrick’s of Hollywood…is there anything that feels as sexy as really nice stockings on freshly shaved legs? I’d like to get an open-bottom girdle that I can attach garters to, but I did have a waist cincher that gave me a bit more shape. Black strappy 3″ heels and some nice perfume and I felt like a goddess.

They had prizes for best male and best female and yes, I entered in both. Unfortunately prizes were determined by loudest cheers and there was a group of about 30 and both winners came from that group (Shrek and slutty police woman). Still, the band was good and it was a friendly crowd. I got bent over and spanked a couple of times and my ass and tits got pinched more then once. A couple of people noticed I was pretty darn steady on those heels for it to be my first time. I discovered that garter straps over-top of panties may look sexier then underneath, but it makes it a real challenge to go pee.

All & all it was a good time and in case you were wondering the wicked witch/ slutty maid sex we had when we got home was awesome, though the makeup was fairly gruesome by the time we were done. (sorry, no pics of that)

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