John and Paul singing this in their 20′s was sweet, but hearing a much older/wiser Sean Connery speak these words really moved me.

 

This is, of course, for ♀.

 

Always and Forever.

 

 

 

 

xoxo

 

sss

 

 

This past Remembrance Day marked the 10th anniversary of ♀ & I meeting in person. We’d been chatting online for a few days…maybe a week. We’d had phone sex already so I knew what her big O’s sounded like. But, yeah, 10 years ago was our first face-to-face.

 

I wasn’t a very good kisser…or dresser…and my car smelled musty…and I was much to skinny for her taste…and I only wore cotton boy briefs and…when I think about it…it’s kinda amazing that here we are ten years later.

 

And ten years later she still rocks my knickers. Seriously, she’s still my dream-girl, my trophy-wife, my Mommy, my everything.

 

I do try to make her feel special and to show her how much I love her every day, but 10 years, Holy Doodle! I needed to go the extra mile to make her feel like my Queen…

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

There had been play the night before and not just the sensation kind either. ♀ had sex with a Man and myself at the same time. There was sweat and a variety of other bodily fluids and a good time was had by all. If memory serves, we fucked again after He went to bed. I heard him puttering around making breakfast  the next morning and got up to help. When everything was almost ready, he went into our room to wake ♀ up.  He wasn’t in there long enough for breakfast to burn, but when he walked past to wake up his own lovely wife, he looked darn pleased with himself.

 

♀ came out to breaky wearing not mucking fuch and the kitchen was filled with good smells, good friends and a comfy sexy vibe. Unfortunately, the weekend couldn’t be all pleasure and after breakfast he took ♀ & I out shopping. We needed to buy 3 cash-registers and a new lap-top and since he’s a techy kind of guy, he seemed like the right choice to help us find what we needed….and he did. All at one store. That was a very good thing because we got a much better package price. He even helped get a bunch of extras tossed in. However, we did end up spending quite a bit of time in the store. The pc was a demo and needed to be removed from the display and they only had 2 tills so had to phone around to other locations to find us a third.

 

We all wandered around the store while we waited and ♀ flirted with us both. A kiss here, a squeeze there, a quick grope at the end of isle 6. Once while she was walking away from me she flipped up the back of her skirt and I saw the thin blue line of her pretty knickers splitting the cheeks of her ass. She did it again when we were in the other store picking up the last till and there were no knickers. I never did find out if they ended up in her purse or his pocket.

 

After we were done shopping we decided to stop for lunch. They walked arm-and-arm into the restaurant while I tagged along behind. I wish I could understand why that thrilled me so much. He sat across the table from us and ♀ spent most of lunch with a hand on my crotch and a bare foot on his. But the highlight of the afternoon was our waitress, Heather.

 

 

Ahhh Heather…young and sweet with a big smile and lovely curves and…yeah, we all agreed Heather really was adorable. We also all agreed that ♀ was the only one of us who would ever have a chance to see heather naked. Not that anyone was planning that…it was just a truism. Heather brought our drinks and He said she didn’t look old enough to serve alcohol. Heather told us she’s 19 so she’s allowed to serve, but not allowed to pour. That’s Darnell’s job and she pointed to the big black man behind the bar. He said I bet you can’t wait to be 21. She didn’t miss a beat when she said no, not at all. She loves being 19.

 

That’s what I’m going to remember most about Heather. Besides being young and adorable she’s happy with being who she is right now. Isn’t that just the greatest thing? When I was about 19 a friend of mine made the observation that I was a grumpy old man trapped in a young man’s body and I wouldn’t find peace until I really was that old man. I didn’t find happiness until I was almost 40 so she wasn’t to far off.

 

As we were driving back to his house they were trying to decide if there would be enough time for another romp before we went home. He said, I hope you don’t mind if I think about Heather while we fuck. ♀ said not at all, she’ll be thinking about Darnell, the big black waiter.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

I believe there is a direct correlation between the magnitude of the disagreement and the intensity/length of the ‘make-up’ sex…

 

 

…this week our make-up sex lasted for 2 entire days!

 

Was it worth the stress of the fight?

 

No, not really, but the sex was spectacular.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

…that ♀ & I are still totally into each other,

 

 

cuz apparently nobody else is.

sss

I am curvy, confident and like to have fun. I am loyal, honest and passionate. I love lingerie, sex and most of all, my husband.

 

My husband is a sissy. He shares my love for lingerie.  His legs and pits are always shaved and his toe-nails are painted. He paints my nails, brushes and braids my hair, shaves my pubes, helps me pick out my clothes and does much of the house-work. He is MY bitch, not yours. He is not weak or stupid,  but is submissive to ME…in and out of the bedroom. I am always dominate with him, but have been exploring my submissive side lately. I have just recently been identifying as a ‘switch’.

 

Cuckolding is something that we both really want to explore. So in the simplest terms we are looking for men to have sex with me, but like most things in life it’s never that simple. We need to see pictures of YOU, not just your penis. Your profile needs to tell us something about who you are and what you might be into. You need to be able to string together enough sentences to catch and hold my attention. I will decide who we play with, but we will BOTH need to feel comfortable, so be respectful!  We are definitely not looking for an exclusive sort of arrangement, but finding a person who we have enough of a connection to want to play with again (and again) would be a very good thing.

 

 

 

I can have sex with whomever I choose and in theory my sissy doesn’t need to be present, but he will always know who I’m with and it should be assumed that he will be part of any encounter. Even if  it’s just as a spectator. You can identify as a Dom or sub or switch or none of the above…we have LOTS of play ideas to fit into lots of different scenarios. 

 

This isn’t a deal breaker, but it would be great if you’re open to some physical contact with my sissy. Some examples of this would be my sissy fluffing you in preparation to fuck me, putting the condom on you (we always play safe), guiding you in, licking my juices off your balls,  double-penetration or maybe even bending him over are all things we might like to take beyond pillow-talk.

 

 

If you’re curious about what we look like, click here.  At the bottom of that page just click on the ‘newer posts’  link and you’ll find dozens of  Half-Nekkid Thursday (hnt) pictures of both of us.

 

 We’re looking forward to hearing from you!

 

♀ aka Okusan Bitch  on Fetlife

 2011 is going to be a year of major changes in our life and hopefully First Night at the Lounge will be a harbinger of an amazing year to come and not the one bright spot in an otherwise disappointing year.

 

We bought a shiny black pleather corset for ♀ to wear to the party and ♀ offered to let me wear one of her lacy white negligees (one of the few pieces of her lingerie that doesn’t require boobs to look nice). We also bought two doses of Forta for Women. Jennifer had mentioned it so we thought we’d give it a try. We weren’t expecting a new corset and a supplement to change her into a raging nympho, but we hoped it might help her tap into the sexual energy of the Lounge.

 

On Friday afternoon ♀ had a long soak in the tub. I shaved her legs, washed and conditioned her hair while we talked about how we hoped the night would unfold.  I thought she should take the Forta as we were leaving for the Lounge and in theory it would start working about the time we arrived. She thought she should take it much earlier. Her theory was that with so many people at the party it was highly unlikely that I’d be able to get wood even if we didn’t have sex before we left. So if the supplement helped her get aroused while we were still at home, we could make love and that would help her feel connected to me at the party.

 

She took the Forta and it had absolutely no affect, but we made love after I’d shaved her pubes and she was able to have a small orgasm. I did her hair, helped her into her corset and attached stockings to garters. She was going to wear shiny black pumps, but decided with so many people attending she might be spending a lot of time on her feet and the pumps are quite high so she wore her black boots. She looked gorgeous and I completely forgot to take pictures (sorry).

 

I’ve been trying for three days to capture that party with words and I just can’t do it justice. NYE parties, like Halloween are often expensive, drunken disappointments so we rarely attend such things. I think this was the best NYE party I have been to ever. Seriously, Jennifer and Jason put on a hell-of-a-show.  The food and music and energy were all spectacular. Want to hear something funny? Jennifer had put together a slide show (OK it’s probably not called that anymore, but you know what I mean) Anyway, there were a couple of hundred pictures of Jennifer and Jason and various Lounge members being their sexy-selves. Included in the set were all of ♀ pin-up photo’s and I had this WOW moment. We really are part of this amazing community. I just really felt it that night.

 

I couldn’t possibly tell you all that went on, but there are a few things that just need to be mentioned. There was a big burly man giving a flogger demonstration. He had a lazy-susan filled with various floggers/whackers/thumpers…Anyway, I remember the first time I saw Lord Batsu do caning and I was struck (hoho) with how rhythmic it was. The guy at the party took that to a whole new level. I saw for the first time, the artistry of flogging. The sight and sound of it was just mesmerizing.

 

Speaking of being mesmerized, another man gave a fire-play demonstration and it had a huge affect on ♀. I thought it looked cool (sorry, hot), but ♀ was absolutely spellbound. She really wants to try that.

 

 

The other super-duper completely unexpected and totally fanfuckingtastic thing that happened was we had our very first 3some. You will never guess who it was with. Seriously, try and guess and then click here. I bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?

 

It was after 3am when we got home and toasted in the new year. We fucked once more before we went to sleep and *pillow-talk* Amy fisted ♀ into a HUGE Big O while I was tied to a chair watching.

 

So like I said at the beginning of this post, I hope NYE is a sign of great things to come in the following year….for us and for all of you as well.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

 

 

 

Years ago when I was being treated for depression, one of the first questions that the psychologist asked me was if I could remember ever being happy? It didn’t matter if it was a period of time or  a day or even just a moment from my past. He wanted me to try and remember what ‘happy’ felt like.

 

We tried something similar with ♀ mojo the other day. The phones were off and we didn’t need to be anywhere anytime soon, so there was no rush and no pressure. I was giving her a massage and she asked me to remind her of  good times that we’ve had together.  So I just started mentioning a sentence or two of a wide variety of happy times…the first time I heard her laugh on the phone, our first kiss, the night she proposed, dune-buggy riding on the Oregon coast, our honeymoon, long walks on the beach, our Alaskan cruise, skinny dipping at Shuswap Lake…

 

After a long massage, I used the Wartenberg wheel all over her back and legs. She rolled over and I used it all over her front until she was squirming. She set the pace for our love-making and she decided the how things unfolded. There was no pillow-talk. We just took our time and really focused on ‘us’. It took a while, but she was able to have the biggest and most intense orgasm that she’s had in at least a month…maybe even longer. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to hear her have a Big O.

 

We were having a  shower after and she admitted that when I was telling her about all the good times we’ve had, she caught herself thinking about the negative as well. Like when I was talking about our honeymoon, she thought, ‘I was a lot skinnier then’. She caught herself doing it and was able to put those thoughts out of her head.

 

Neither of us is thinking, ‘oh boy, her mojo is back’, but at least she knows she can still have really good orgasms and I think that’s a very good thing.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ has been having issues with her libido lately. It’s always waxed and waned some, but this has been a prolonged drought and neither of us is very happy about it. We’ve tried not worrying about it and focusing on other ways to be connected. We’ve tried doing things and going to places that she associates with high sexual energy and nothing has really worked.

 

I have a theory about about why her mojo has left, but haven’t been able to figure out how to improve things.  The theory? Well I don’t want to go into too much detail, but it looks like we could take over the bakery when it closes next spring. I think it’s a great opportunity, but I really don’t have much to lose by doing it. The problem is it would take both of us. ♀ would need to quit her job. A job she worked very hard to get. A  job she loves. I think she’s feeling like she has no other choice, but to do this. So I think the right choice for me is probably the wrong choice for her. That, combined with the uncertainty of taking over a business that has been declining for the past 2 or 3 years, has messed with her mojo.

 

She says I’m wrong, but has no other explanation or solution.

Do you?

 

 

♀ & sss

Later today (the day after my 47th birthday, how the hell did that happen?), I have appointments scheduled with my doctor, dentist and optometrist (I can no longer read the fine print). Last week it was getting a new life insurance policy and next week we’re updating our wills. You might think I’d be feeling a little sorry for myself, but ♀ managed to give me a fairly spectacular birthday weekend.

 

We went for pedicures Saturday afternoon. I got crimson with hand-drawn snowflakes on my big toes. You have no idea how amazingly festive that is for a grinch like me. We met a friend for lunch. She gave me an expensive bottle of scotch…I know nothing about scotch, but apparently that’s something old guys are expected to know, so perhaps I’ll learn.

 

Do you remember me telling you about J & N?  They came over Saturday night for a fondue and some fun. The slow pace of the fondue combined with sexual tension made for a most enjoyable evening. It went sort of like this: food-flirt-drink-food-flog-frolic-food-drink-fornicate-cuddle-food-fuckoffI’mfull-coffee-fornicate and then everyone except the baker looked very sleepy.

 

And remember how I didn’t have any big O’s the last time we played and everyone else had two? Well, this time I had two while J & N were there and I popped a third one in ♀ ass shortly after J & N left. Not bad for an unmedicated old guy, don’tchya think?

 

Sunday (my actual bday) ♀ woke me up and she was very excited. She gave me a burlesque-teddy-bear. When you squeeze the bears hand she sings ‘I wanna be loved by you’ Marilyn style. The bear is holding a DVD and ♀ dragged me into the office before I could even brush my teeth.

 

OK, I need to give you some background information. As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ has a hard time keeping a secret. Also, we don’t make big purchases without consulting one and other. About six weeks ago she told me she had a gift idea for me, but it was kind of expensive and would I be OK with only getting one present for both my birthday and Christmas? I told her that would be fine. A couple of weeks later she said she was worried about the cost (and my impending job loss) and since she was going to be getting at least as much enjoyment from it as I would she wanted it to be my birthday present and both our Christmas presents. She made me promise that I wouldn’t buy her anything. She said it was being made and wouldn’t be ready for my birthday and so we could open it together at Christmas.

 

She told me she was going to able to help make the present and a couple of weeks ago she found out that this past Tuesday was the day she would be needed. She wanted to tell me so bad what she was doing. She’d beg me to let her tell me what it was. I refused so she kept dropping hints. It turns out they were all phony hints designed to make me think it was something completely different.

 

The reason she was so excited is she’d been emailed my gift several days earlier than expected so she was able to burn the DVD and give it to me on my actual birthday. And what was it that had her bubbling with excitement? She gone for a Pin-Up Photography session. They did her hair and make-up, they had the sets (including a stiletto chair) and even the clothes (though ♀ took her own). It took 3.5 hours and they shot 250 photos. ♀ said the hardest part was whittling it down to 7 pictures.

 

The  photos are…fucking amazing. We’re going to get them printed and framed and put them up in our bedroom. We talked about posting them here, but decided that wasn’t the best thing to do. If we know you in real life or if we’ve exchanged email with you in the past and you’d like to see them, just ask.

 

Want to know something weird? Yesterday before I went to bed (and before I saw the pictures) I put this on our desktop so it would be the first thing she saw when she turned on the computer:

 

 

Later that day we did the family thing at a local sushi restaurant and then everyone came back here for ♀’s peanut-butter pie (So good)

 

Now don’t you agree that was a fairly spectacular birthday weekend?

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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