Because we ♥♥♥ Boobies …

 

 

HHNT

 

♀ & sss

♀ & I finally joined the Libido Lounge this past weekend. We’d talked about joining several times during the past couple of years, but always found excuses not to do it.  Some of  it had to do with our difficult schedules; I work nights, she works days.  Part of  it was I think ♀ was unclear on the range of activities that are available,  but honestly I think the biggest obstacle was I don’t have a very good track record for listening to her cues. A situation presents itself that sounds like something we might have talked about or role-played, I get caught up in the moment and ♀ gets put in an awkward position. And I don’t mean that in a good way.  What’s different now?  We’re going to start off with activities where those sorts of situations won’t be the focus…like this or this or this.  There lots of other things that sound like tons of fun, but ♀ needs to feel confident that I can control myself and that’s fair. No alcohol to cloud my judgement will be a big help for that.

 

So, there were 7 new members at the orientation and Jennifer really made us feel comfortable. The facility was nice, but they’re moving soon and we could tell she is very excited about that. There was lots of information to digest and 2 hours flew by. Jennifer is one of those people who has a ton of different things on the go all the time, but during those two hours she was able to focus just on us. I’m looking forward to getting to know her better. Before we left, Jennifer had ♀ try out the sybian. No attachments and fully clothed, but still kinda hot.  After the orientation, ♀ & I stopped for dinner and talked about what we’d learned and ♀ seemed more confident about the whole thing. When we got home she was looking at the calendar of events and saying ‘well that might be fun and maybe I could take a friend as a guest to this other thing…’  I’m excited about the prospects…in control, but excited.

 

Oh, a few weeks ago Jennifer blogged about a very busy day and at the end of it realized she hadn’t really had anything to eat all day. So when we went to the orientation, I brought her a loaf of multi grain sourdough bread with dried cranberries in it. As soon as I gave it to her her face lit up and she said, “I know who you are!” and she gave me a big hug.

 

Speaking of bread…usually the only people who call the bakery at night are my boss and ♀. Last Friday night the phone rang for a 3rd time:

Hello, —bakery

What days do you make gluten-free bread?

The gluten in our bread is always free.

None of your bread has gluten in it?

Most of it has gluten. It’s just unlike other bakeries, we don’t charge you for it.

I don’t think you understand. I don’t want any gluten in the bread.

Why not? It’s free.

Ummm…is there anyone else there I can talk to?

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Can you believe it? SSS was started on this day 3 years ago.  I didn’t actually write the 1st post, but starting a blog with Desiderada  just seemed like the right thing to do. Like starting a hockey game with the National Anthem.

 

It’s sorta hard taking a picture that features both of us that isn’t focused on naughty bits. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. We just wanted something a little bit different for today.  Yeah, I know…this isn’t the sexiest picture ever, but I think you get a sense of our love and devotion and you get to see some pretty lingerie as well.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

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Dressing Room Voyeur
“I caught his gaze this time, on purpose.”

It’s Always the Quiet Ones…
“So grabbing her hips, I pulled her in for a kiss.”

Behind Closed Doors
“Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.”

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The Mouse Drama

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Dating Options 101: Whatchagot
Finally, my thoughts on marriage equality
I hate online dating period

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I’ve been told, on more then one occasion, that there’s a special place in hell for people who make a bride cry on her wedding day.   I even made ♀ cry on our wedding day.

 

What happened was a couple of months after she’d proposed to me, ♀ found ‘the perfect’ wedding/engagement ring set. I think it was at an estate sale. Mere weeks later I found a wedding band that I really liked at a  jewelery store closing out sale. It didn’t match her set, but we were trying to keep our expenses down.

 

I secretly took my band into a jeweler friend of mine and had him make a wedding band to match it for ♀. When we exchanged our I do’s I had this new ring for her and she burst into tears. Like I said, I’ve got a knack.

 

She had her engagement ring and the wedding band I had made soldered together and wears the other band (the one from the original set) on her other hand.

 

To celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary I decided to replace the diamond in her ring. I didn’t really know anything about diamonds other then they sparkle and they’re expensive. I was going to tell you all about the weight (0.21) and the colour (G) and the clarity (VS2), but I decided you’d rather just see it

 

 

So what did we do with the original diamond? Well, I had both of my parents wedding bands and shortly after Mini was born his mother gave me a gold bracelet that I never did like. So we took the two bands and the bracelet and the little diamond into my jeweler friend and this is what he came up with…

 

 

The first two rings are my parents, the smallest ring and the post were made from the bracelet and the diamond is at the bottom of the post. All three rings spin freely on that post, so normally they would lay flat.

 Pretty cool, huh? Oh and the cami’s kinda cute too, dontchyathink?

 

HHNT

 

♀ & sss

Dear Sam;

 

 You probably don’t remember me, but we met on May 16/09. Well, perhaps that’s an exaggeration. You were the only one introduced. You  sprayed silly-string on my wife and she put some money up on the stage and when you came over and picked it up she showed you her boobies and you fondled them. At the end of your set you came over to us. She pulled down her top a second time and you stuck a fridge magnet on her boob and then you put another fridge magnet on my bald head. Does any of this ring a bell?

 

Even if the evening had unfolded differently I would have wanted to let you know that we really enjoyed your show.  We both like going to see the strippers, but ♀ is very particular about who she gives tips to.  She loved your outfit and all your curves and  that you were having fun. It was obvious that you really wanted to be there.  All those things make a difference to her and believe me she doesn’t expose herself to just anybody. On a different night she might have told me to get us (or maybe only her) a private dance. Later, when we looked at your website and she learned that you’d lost a bunch of weight and had struggled with (and overcome) body image issues, she could relate and  liked you even more. If we see you again I think she’d be right into a private dance.

 

The main reason I’m writing to you though is because you & I have a connection…a common bond (besides enjoying my wife’s boobs).  Earlier in the evening, we’d gone out to dinner to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. We were on our way home when ♀ suggested we stop in to see a couple of pretty girls take their clothes off. The bar was very busy, but we managed to snag the last two seats right at the stage. While we were waiting for your set to start the guy sitting next to me mentioned that the dancers kept stealing his hat. He wasn’t sloppy drunk, but he’d been there awhile. You might have even seen him (and stolen his hat?) during an earlier show.

 

Anyway, after you’d finished playing with her boobs and left the stage ♀ hurried off  to the little girls room. The guy beside me struck up a conversation. He said you were the best dancer of the night. He wanted to know how I was able to talk ♀ into going to the strippers. I told him she didn’t need any convincing. I told him our walk-in closet is absolutely covered with stripper posters and most of them are signed ‘to ♀’. He thought that was pretty cool and we both agreed that I’m a lucky guy.

 

♀ came back to her seat and the guy I’d been talking to left to go to the little boys room. A few minutes later,  just as the next dancer was getting ready to start her show we heard several pops. At the back of the bar near the restrooms there’s one of those boxing arcade games. Guys full of beer and testosterone punch the bag to see how hard they can hit. I thought that’s what the popping was. A minute or so later we realized something was terribly wrong and we joined the rush to get out.

 

We were watching the news the next day and they said two men had been shot in the restroom. The police believe it was a targeted hit. One man was in critical condition and was known to police. The other man died and the police think he was an innocent bystander. They showed his picture on TV and ♀ said, “OMG that’s the guy you were sitting beside last night!”  His name was Chris Whitmee, he had a 9 yr old daughter and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

After the initial shock had worn off, ♀ said, “well at least the last woman he saw naked was  pretty and a really good dancer”. I’ve been thinking about that night and the randomness of things. And I’ve been thinking how it’s kinda weird that you were the last woman he saw naked and I was the last person he had a conversation with. And I’ve been thinking that connection would make a very cool start to a six-degrees-of-separation kinda story. I’ll let you know if I ever get it written, OK?

 

Keep well.

 

sss

Did I ever tell you about our first official date? We met online and had spent quite a bit of time chatting and we’d talked on the phone a few times (we may have even had phone sex by then). We met in person once and went for a walk in a park. It was pleasant enough, but I was nervous and I knew I hadn’t really wow’d her. She agreed to go out on a real dinner date with me and I was determined to make a great impression.

 

I don’t remember the details, but the day of the date hadn’t unfolded like it was supposed to for her. She called me several times during the afternoon to give me updates. With each call she was getting a little more frustrated and was going to be just a little bit later then when she called the time before. Finally she called to say she was on her way. I surprised her (and myself) and told her to stop. I reassured her that the restaurant was less then 10 minutes from my apartment and that we had plenty of time before our reservation. I told her to make herself a cup of tea and just relax for awhile. The last thing I wanted was for her to have an accident rushing over to my place.

 

Dinner was at an intimate little (redundant?) restaurant on the beach. The bakery I work at has been making their bread for years so I was on a first name basis with the owner and we were treated very well. The only slight disappointment with dinner was that ♀ ordered the plainest item on the menu. I remember thinking she must not have a very adventurous palate and that might be a problem. Want to hear something funny? We went to the same restaurant to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary in May and she ordered something she’d never tried before (swordfish, I think) I commented on how brave and willing to try new things she’d become. It turns out when I took her there the first time she wasn’t looking for the plainest item, she was looking for the cheapest item. She couldn’t believe anyone would pay over $20 for an entree.

 

After dinner we went back to my sad little basement suite. I’d only been single for a couple of months and didn’t have a TV or stereo, but I put some nice jazz of the ‘puter. I had some wine chilled and we sat together on my one couch. At some point during the evening I told her that bakers have very strong hands and I offered to give her a foot rub. She seemed to really enjoy that so I mentioned that I’d taken a massage course and maybe if she wanted to lay down on my bed I could give her a massage. She said yes, I went to go get candles and warm up the massage oil and when I got back to my bedroom she was laying face down on my bed in just her bra and panties.

I gave her a very nice massage. How nice? It was a massage with a happy ending…for her. She had a huge orgasm and went right to sleep.

 

I’m a baker and don’t sleep at night so I blew out the candles, covered her up and slipped out of the room. I was horny as hell, but I didn’t masturbate. I was worried she’d get up and didn’t want her to walk out and catch me pulling my pisser. She slept in past when I would have normally gone to bed, but I stayed up until she awoke and then I made her breakfast (an omelette, I think).

 

After she left I was pretty sure I’d never see her again (my very low self esteem), but I remember thinking that I didn’t have any regrets about the night. I had been my absolute best and that felt pretty darn good.

 

Obviously we don’t have any pictures from that night, but I did find this… 

 

 

You’ll have to decide for yourself if this is pre or post massage.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

#11 on my 99 Things About Me list says I was 17 the first time I asked a doctor for a vasectomy. That sounds about right. There has never been a time in my life when I would have chosen to father a child. When my ex got pregnant we’d been together for five years, we owned a house, we were in what could be called a stable relationship. I can look back now and see I hadn’t been happy for a long time and the impending birth made me very unhappy. I took pictures of her belly every month, I was there for the birth, I tried to stay positive, but it wasn’t good times. I got fixed 6 months to the day after Mini was born. That was the earliest I could get a referral.

 

I have since learned that the difference between an accident and a surprise is a surprise is something you didn’t know you wanted until after you got it. I love my son, but his mother has spent the past 13 years marginalizing my involvement and influence. I never got to be this…

 

♀ pregnancy and child rearing experience is even sadder. She didn’t know her husband was gay and he was openly disgusted by her changing body. They split up when Junior was 6 weeks old. He never paid child support, was often drunk when he did see his kid and until I showed up was usually a real prick to ♀. She got her tubes tied a couple of months before we met.

 

Why am I telling you all this? One of the blogs that ♀ & I both read is activist on a mission to initiate change .  Jennifer is many things (and we’re planning on meeting her soon), but for the sake of this post she’s a pregnant blogger. She’s 36 and has a teenage daughter. Some of her posts have been about how much physically harder it is to be pregnant this time, but she and her man are madly in love and are both thrilled with her growing body and it’s making them even closer and they are both so completely into the entire experience.

 

We were out for a walk the other day and ♀ admitted that Jennifers posts made her feel jealous. Why, she asked, couldn’t I have been there to talk to her belly and take oodles of pictures and get her belly painted and to celebrate her changing shape and to be there with her when she delivered and raise a child who was just ours. Then she said she felt guilty about feeling that way because just before we got married she missed a period and I got upset and she knew that even if we were able to conceive it’s not something I would have ever wanted.

 

She’s right of course, but if we could turn back the clock 20 years and still have the relationship we have now I can imagine wanting those things too.

 

sss

Hey, she look familiar.  Thanks Vixen

Sugasm #172