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

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, did you have a good holiday weekend?

We’ve been out of town for almost a week; visiting relatives, meeting some new people, eating some great food, tasting some new beers and during the past two days…spending way to much time in the car. The trip home from her dad’s house should have taken about 3.5 hours, but it took 6.5 hours. Bloody tourists!

 

There was so much to do once we got home.  Two different people had given us big bags of rhubarb from their gardens and ♀ had bought a big flat of strawberries. She started cleaning and chopping that all up (she’s planning on making pies and jam and a crisp later in the week), while I started unpacking and emptying the litter box and watering plants and starting the laundry. We hadn’t had Internet access for most of the week so email needed to be checked and snail-mail needed to be opened and phone calls needed to be returned and about 9 pm he both realized we were starving hungry.

 

Other than the rhubarb & strawberries, there was no fresh produce in the house and all the meat was frozen so we decided to go out for dinner. That meant we needed to get dressed because our clothes had fallen off the moment we’d first walked in the door. After 9 pm on a Sunday night meant the first two sushi places we went to were closed and we didn’t feel like pub food and by the time we found a place open with good food (I don’t do the fast-food thing) we were getting cranky.

 

But Earl’s was open and the food was tasty and so was our waitress and we started feeling stronger…still  bagged, but we felt like we could get through the rest of the evening without to much stress. We decided that when we got home I’d shave my face, ♀ would shave my head, we’d have a shower and climb into bed while she was still awake enough to have lovin’s.

 

You know what they say about the best laid plans…I had somehow missed the pocket in our suitcase that had her medication in it. So I had to go to our storage locker and pull them all out…we’d only taken one, but it’s part of a set that fit inside one another.  So I had to take them apart like those little wooden dolls to find her pills and then put everything away again. By the time I got back she was writing another email. It was in regard to summer employment so it was important, but it just made things later.

 

The 11 pm news was just coming on and she suggested we climb into bed to watch the first part of the news and then shave and have our shower. Now I have to say we love our bed. Seriously, it is so comfortable…if you were ever to lay in it you would never want to get out of it.  When ever we’re away, it’s our bed that we miss more than anything. ♀ got herself all snuggled in and then asked me to do her feet. I’d forgotten to pack the file so they were getting rough.  I filed them smooth and rubbed lotion into them while we watched the news. What I didn’t realize is that while I was rubbing her piggies, she was rubbing her clitty. She did let me smell her fingers at one point, but they smelled like strawberries and I thought her occasional moans were because I was doing such a great job on her feet.

 

By the time I put the file and cream away and realized what was really going on, she was well on her way. I crawled under the covers and my mouth replaced her fingers on her clit and two of my fingers easily slipped inside and it didn’t take long for her to come. She usually only orgasms once in a session and if she come first, she encourages me to come quickly after her.  However, this time she was still really horny and was clearly enjoying how I was fucking her. I would pull out to the very tip of my cock then slowly re-enter her…long slow thrusts while she played with her clit. She likes being able to close her legs when she’s almost ready to orgasm, but I wouldn’t let her close them. In fact, I used my knees to keep her as wide open as possible while I fucked her.

 

“You need to keep your legs spread so every one can see what a  horny little slut you are.

All the men like watching me fuck your sloppy wet cunt.

They’re all stroking their big thick cocks waiting for their turn after I’m done using you.

Come on my cock Bitch. Let them all see what they’ll be getting.”

 

Her second orgasm seemed bigger than the first (it was louder at least). She hadn’t even stopped shaking when I told her to roll over and get on her elbows and knees. She obeyed (thrilling for a sissy) and offered me her juicy wet cunt. I grabbed her luscious hips and fucked her hard and fast. I called her every filthy name imaginable while my thighs slapped against her ass and her cunt went squish squash squelch.

 

My orgasm was long and intense. I tried to push every last drop of cum deep inside her hot wet pussy. I was empty, but I wasn’t done with her yet. She rolled over onto her back and I handed her the Wahl. That looked after her clit and I started to fuck her with her favourite glass dildo. With every thrust of the toy I could see our juices squishing out of her cunt. It didn’t take long for her to get to the edge. She tried to move the vibrator away, but I grabbed her hand with my free hand and held the vibrating tip tight against her clit while the toy went in and out of her like a bumpy glass piston.

 

Her third orgasm of the night was…well ‘intense’  just doesn’t quite describe it. She was soaked. The sheets were soaked. I had managed to reduce my Goddess to a quivering mass of post-orgasmic goo. And yeah, I’m pretty proud of myself.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ bought me ‘Hello Kitty’ lingerie for a Father’s Day present. It came with a tank-top, panties & eye-shades in the exact same shade of pink as my twitter page.  I’ve never watched ‘Hello Kitty’ and probably never will, but this set is cute and girly and comfortable and it amused the hell out of ♀ to buy it for me. Seriously, how many other dads got ‘Hello Kitty’ lingerie for Father’s Day?

 

Mini was over on Thursday and he was telling me a friend of his got his Dad a coffee mug with this on it for Father’s Day…

 

I asked him if he thought his friends dad would see the humour in that.

Mini said he has no sense of humour at all. He’ll absolutely hate it. That’s what makes it so funny!

 

He’s coming over later today and he & ♀ & I are going over to Juniors for a BBQ. It’ll be his first Father’s Day as a daddy. That still seems strange to say. The Princess…1 month old and weighing 10 lbs…sent ♀ a text message the other day saying ‘I miss you Grandma. Come visit me.’ So we went over and after ♀ got her baby-fix…OK, that will never happen…before we left, ♀ let me hold the Princess. I had her on my chest with her head on my shoulder and she started to get fussy. When Mini was a baby he liked it when I laid him along my fore-arm with his head in my hand and his legs sticking out past my elbow. Anyway, The Princess started to squirm so I turned her over and went to lay her on my arm and Junior dove across the couch to try and catch her. I told him I hardly ever drop babies.

 

Last night ♀ & I were planning on going to this class and our second play-party at the Lounge. ♀ decided that she wasn’t going to allow me to have any orgasms for an entire week before the party.  I had performance issues at the first party and she thought a week of frustration would fix that problem. I liked that she took charge like that, but a week without lovin’s…not so much. It had been a challenging week for both of us for a bunch of different reasons and we were both pretty…no, really cranky by the time I got up Saturday afternoon. I was starting to think maybe a play-party wasn’t going to be the best plan for the day. Then I got an email from Jennifer saying they were regretfully cancelling the evenings activities. Less then an hour later my penis was in ♀ bum, a rather large dildo was in her pussy and we were both having toe-curling orgasms. And guess what? No more crankiness!

 

♀ made two of my favourite dishes for dinner…beef stroganoff and trifle. There was lots so we invited my mom and step-dad over. We did consider going to see the strippers after they left, but instead I put on my new ‘Hello Kitty’  lingerie, gave ♀ a full body massage and then we fucked some more. Yippee!

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Well, we did it. We went to our very first Play Party.  Before I tell you all about it, I must admit this wasn’t the event we had planned on for being our first. Originally we had wanted to go to a couples only play party or maybe Sultry at the bath-house. Our thought was that with an equal mix of players there would be less pressure to include anyone else if we weren’t ready. Yes we’d taken the Play-Party Etiquette class, but that’s just theory and until we have some experience…it was a little intimidating.

 

I think ♀ pictured a big orgy and if there were way more men than women, there would be a lot of I’m-horny-and why-the fuck-are you here-if you’re-not-going-to let-us-join-you? I told her Jennifer probably tries to tweak the guest list to avoid that. I also reminded her Jennifer isn’t going to put up with any bullshit.

 

I know I come across like the eager one pushing ♀ to stretch her boundaries, but seriously I can’t even pee in public how the hell would I be able to fuck in public?  I mentioned that to ♀ and she assured me that nobody at the Lounge wanted to see me pee.

 

When we went to Deviant Dining on Thursday night Jennifer seemed really pleased that we were finally going to come to something more adventurous and several of the people we talked to that night were planning on coming on Saturday as well. We spent the week nervous and excited. It wasn’t by design, but we didn’t have much sex during the week as we usualy do. We went for pedicures on Friday. I got my nails done a red to match the baby-doll I was planning on wearing and ♀ got hers done a dark purple even though the baby-doll she was going to wear was green.

 

Saturday afternoon was all about shaving. I did her legs, pits and pubes as well as my own pits, legs and face. Then ♀ took the blade to my scalp for the first time of the year. We talked a lot (not just on Saturday, but all week) about what we each expected from each other as well as from the event. We talked about what we might be willing to try and what we absolutely wouldn’t be up for. We also recognized that things could change in the heat of the moment and how we would deal with that. We agreed that we would need to have conversations like this before each and every event.

 

I think there was about 20 people attending…a few couples, the rest singles, but after everyone arrived it was probably close to 50/50 men and women. I think we’d talked to about half of the people there at other functions. There was a wide range of sexy attire. The lights and music were low. People mingled and made small talk. My reading  Thursday night proved to be a great ice-breaker. The atmosphere seemed really casual. Everyone was very friendly and nobody was pushy.

 

There’s a group of couches near the kitchen where people tend to congregate and socialize. We hung out there for awhile then wandered around the rest of the facility to see what was set up. Nobody else was getting busy yet so we picked a bed and started making out. ♀ was definitely taking charge. She said she just wanted some fore-play to get into a sexy mood. She got excited really fast, but I had a tough time focusing. Fortunately, we’d brought along her glass dildo and a bullet vibrator and I used those to give ♀ her first big O. Seeing and hearing her come got me excited enough to fuck, but I was still distracted and my orgasm came quickly. She wasn’t done yet so I gave her a second orgasm.

 

People watched us from a distance, but nobody came very close to us while we were fucking. I think I was expecting on-lookers to be right up close and lots of people asking if they could join us. The way things unfolded was probably the best thing for our first time, but it surprised me. We probably missed lots of subtle (and maybe not so subtle) cues, but I’m certain we’ll get better at that. And with experience hopefully we’ll have a better sense of what we want and have the confidence to seek that out.

 

Not everyone played, but there was still lots to see and hear. There was a Sybian set up next to the bed we were on and we watched a woman ride it while she made out with another woman. Jennifer flogged a woman then gave her an orgasm. Minutes later she was fisting another girl to a loud, long, wet orgasm. There was a slave in a cage, some bondage,  a 3-some, a 4-some, some quickies and some long passionate sessions.

 

The massage girl had her table set up and later in the evening I talked ♀ into going for a massage. Things seemed to be winding down and I was sort of caught up in the conversation around the couches so I didn’t go with ♀, but I probably should have. She told me later that the massage got her really horny again and if I’d been there she would have let me (and maybe even the massage girl) give her another big O. Doh!

 

And what was interesting enough to keep me from such an experience? Well, we were discussing the merits of inserting an orange into a drunk man’s butt to keep his cat from attacking his junk after he’d passed out.

 

We’d had a late lunch and just a snack before we went to the Lounge. Jennifer had a big fruit platter and some sweets out, but by 1am we were darn hungry so we stopped on the way home for something to eat. It was almost 3am by the time we got to bed and can you believe it? ♀ was still horny! Yippee!

 

Sunday we talked a lot about what we liked, what we’d do differently next time, who might have been interested in us (if we’d been more observant), who we might have asked to play if we’d been more confident…

 

We know that every event is different, but ♀ did say if she’d known it was going to be that laid back she probably would have agreed to go to something months ago. Jennifer and Jason are going to be gone the rest of the month, but we’re already looking at the June calendar to see what we might like to do next.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

There are times when ♀ needs a real man. No, that’s not right.  In her eyes, I’m a real man who just happens to be a sissy.  So the right thing to say would be; there are times when ♀ needs to be submissive. I know it’s not really a switch when she tells me to take charge, but the few times we’ve done it have led to some pretty explosive sex.

 

Halloween and ♀ was into day 4 of a nasty head cold so parties or night clubs weren’t on the agenda. Truth be told, even though it fell on a night I had off and could have gone out all dolled up…I wasn’t really in the mood either. We went for a short beach walk, stopped for sushi and after that she was pretty much done in. We went home and I made her another pot of strong ginger tea with honey and lemon. She popped a couple more decongestants and we cuddled up together in front of the fire place. The football game I wanted to watch was blacked out so I had that game on the radio and had a hockey game on TV with the sound off. Nothing very sexy was going on. In fact, other then the fireworks in the park across the street and the occasional siren, it was a pretty quiet night.

 

At some point I noticed that she was touching herself and asked if I could help. She said no. I went on the computer, checked our email and our blog, clicked on a few random links found some sexy lingerie, read her a few tweets. She kept touching herself. I asked if I could taste. She said no. She said she wasn’t really playing, she was just touching. Sometimes you like to just touch your penis without getting excited, she said, sometimes I just like to touch my pussy. You could get me some more tea and my feet need filing.

 

I was almost done her feet and her eyes were closed. I thought she was almost asleep and was about to suggest that I tuck her into bed when she said, “I want you to go get the flogger.” I was in the bedroom getting it when she called out, “You should be naked when you get back.”  I returned to the couch, turned my back to her and reached behind me to give her the flogger. She didn’t take it. I waited. Nothing. Finally, I turned around to face her. She was still touching her pussy with one hand and pulling a nipple with the other. She looked me straight in the eye and said in a dead calm voice, “I want you to use it on me.”

“Where?”

“I’m not sure.”

 

I slowly dragged the soft leather falls across her nipples and all around her breasts. Then they trailed down her tummy and over her hand, still touching (now playing?) with her pussy. The tips of the falls were barely touching her as I traced circles around her sex. With a flick of the wrist I snapped it and it cracked on her inner thigh. She flinched, but not much. I did the inside of the other thigh. Harder this time..

 

I wanted to make this work for her, but I’m a sissy and really had no idea how to proceed. She knows me so well, “The man who flogged you at Exploratorium. He flogged a woman before he did you. Did you watch any of that?”

“Some.”

“He touched her differently then he touched you. It was more…intimate. I want you to touch me like that.”

 

I took her hand and led her to our room and bent her over the bed. I trailed the ends of the falls across her shoulders, then smacked them several times. It’s harder then it looks.   Using a riding crop or belt or wooden spoon or hair brush (all things that ♀ has used on me) are all just extensions of your hand, but getting that flogger to do what you want, where you want and with the intensity that you want…that takes practice. I’d never used it before…had never even thought about using it before, but she needed me to make it happen for her, so I tried my best.

 

I’d tease a certain area (shoulders, back, ass, hips thighs) with just the tips of the falls, then flog that area. I’d try to build the intensity until she was rosy red. Then I’d gently stroke her, feeling the heat, loving how she was moaning. I’d rub against her, reach around and pinch her nipples, my cock pushing into the crack of her ass.  Even though she gave it to me, having that control and power was a huge turn on.

 

She begged me to fuck her. She said I could have any hole I wanted. She bent right over the bed with her legs spread as far as she could get them, exposing herself to me.  Her tight little asshole and glistening wet cunt, mine for the taking. She pleaded for my cock, “Please I need to feel your cock inside of me. Please fuck me now!” I chose her cunt and entered her in one hard thrust.

 

“”Oh, fuck yes”, she gasped, “I need you to fuck me harder then I’ve ever been fucked before.”

 

I dug my fingers into her fleshy hips and did as she asked. I fucked her for all I was worth. I truly don’t think I have ever penetrated anyone before with such intensity. When I felt like I was getting close I let go of her hips and with one hand I grabbed a fist full of her beautiful long hair and with the other hand I started spanking her lush ass. Hard.  By the time I was spent, my hand was stinging, her ass was fire engine red and she was screaming.

 

“I need to come! Please make me come!”  I guided her onto the bed and told her to lay on her back. I took her favourite glass dildo and plunged it into her pussy. I continued to fuck her with the same gusto I had used earlier. She was so wet, I was able to slide two fingers into her ass. Her fingers were a blur on her clitty. It didn’t take long for her to come and when she did, Holy Mother of God. It was huge. And long. And wow, I can count on one hand the number of times in the past eight years when an orgasm was so big her whole body shakes after. It was really intense.

 

I held her and we talked about the whole experience and what the source of such an explosive orgasm might have been. Because of her cold, it had been 4 or 5 days since her last big O, maybe it was the cold medication or the ginger tea or maybe the flogging. Whatever the cause, we were both pretty pleased with ourselves.

 

We went back into the living room and I made popcorn and some more ginger tea. We cuddled on the couch and watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  By the time it ended, she was fading fast and I really just intended on laying with her until she fell asleep. But Mr. Happy had other ideas. Not that that usually matters much. All that matters is her drive.

 

“I think my brain is still horny, but my body might be to tired.”She said. “I want you to taste me, but if I don’t get excited, you’re not allowed to get pissy. Understood?”

 

It’s a funny thing, but I’ve been licking her pussy for eight years and  I swear the spot she likes to have licked, moves. This particular night, I was missing it and she started to get annoyed with me. Eventually, she told me to push my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could get it. She asked how I liked eating her freshly fucked cunt. She told me how good it felt to finally be fucked by a real man. Then quite by accident she moved and the underside of her clit rubbed across the bridge of my nose.

“Ooooh”, she said. “That felt nice.” For the next little while, I stayed like that…tongue flicking around inside of her licking up her juices and the juices of her real man while she rubbed herself back and forth across the bridge of my nose. She tastes different when she gets excited and about the time when it changed, she pulled my head up and told me to suck on her clit.

 

“Harder…Suck it in between your teeth…scrape your teeth against it…bite it…that’s it…finger fuck me…two fingers…I want you to be rough with my clitty…hold it in your teeth…more…more…bite it…again…oh fuck yes!…again….that’s it…bite it hard…OH FUCK ME! YES!”

 

“May I please come inside of you now?”

 

“If you’re quick. I’m very tired.”

 

She was sloppy wet and I entered her easily. “Is it in yet? I’ve been so well and truly fucked tonight I can’t even feel that little pencil dick of yours.” I moved my legs to the outside of her thighs and squeezed her tight. “Even with my legs squeezed together, I can barely feel you. It’s a good thing you have nice titties, because that little prick of yours is pretty much useless.” She pinched my nipples hard. “Did you like watching real men fuck me tonight, Princess? You love getting sloppy seconds, don’t you Baby? You better hurry up and finish before I fall asleep.”

 

I finished quickly and minutes later she was snoring. I held her for a while, listening to her breathing and wondering if the nights activities was going to get me kicked out of the United Brotherhood of Cross-Dressers Panty-Boys Sissies and Submissives.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I switched shifts with another baker last week so I could have a Friday night off and ♀ & I went to Exploratorium at the Libido Lounge. When we were at Deviant Dining a couple of weeks ago Jennifer told us they have about 30 different activities for Exploratorium. They had 7 set up the night we went. Before I tell you about the ones we tried,  I wanted to give you a sense of what was going on before we got there. One of the booths that was going to be there was a shaving booth. Nobody but me has ever shaved ♀ and she didn’t come right out and say she was going to let a strange man take a razor to her private bits, but she’d refused my recent offers to shave…so she was much bushier then usual on Friday night.

 

Another thing…there was supposed to be a kissing booth and ♀ didn’t come right out and say she might like to try making out with a woman, but she got a cold sore the weekend before and she spent a lot of time and energy getting rid of it before Friday night.

 

We went lingerie shopping…twice. We stopped at a love shop and she tried on a couple of sexy outfits. We didn’t end up buying one, but she seemed enthusiastic about what she might  like to wear (or have me wear) at future events.  Thursday evening we were both trying on different outfits and she seemed to really be looking forward to going. Then Friday after I’d done up her black sequined bra and found the matching panties and attached her stockings to her garter, she looked at herself in the mirror and said “I think I’m to fat to be wearing things like this”.

If I could have one wish it would be that she could see what I see when I look at her.

 

We were about half way to the Lounge on Friday when ♀ said, “I’m really not feeling very sexy.”  I tried my best to reassure her.

 I must admit that I was a little nervous as well. One of the reasons for joining the Lounge in the first place was so we could further explore my sissification, but still… new people, new surroundings…how much ‘sissy’ do I show the first time? My legs and pits were shaved, my toe nails were a dark red and I wore a very pretty pair of panties. I also had a matching bra and inserts, but I never got a chance to put that on. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, it was just there were several opportunities to have my nipples abused and covering them up (even with a pretty bra) seemed like a waste.

 

 We pulled into the parking lot and ♀ said, “maybe I should just wait out here in the car.”  I offered to stay out in the car and eat Jennifer’s birthday cake with her.  That made her laugh and in we went.

 

Jennifer has a real knack for making people feel comfortable even when they’re outside of their comfort zone and ♀ seemed more relaxed almost instantly. Introductions were made and Jennifer just loved her cake…

 

(that’s supposed to be a strap-on)

 

As I mentioned earlier, there were 7 different activities to choose from. I started out with Jason and suspension-bondage. Did I like it? Well…the bondage part was fun and the things he did to me once I was strung up…skewers, straight razor, fish bonker, straps, nipple clamps…were great, but I didn’t really enjoy the ‘suspension’ part. ♀ on the other hand had loads of fun telling him where all my most sensitive parts were.

 

After he lowered me down to the ground and untied me, I went looking for ♀ and found her up on a gyno table getting her pubes shaved. Considering her earlier apprehension that would have been surprising enough, but the big surprise for me was after her pussy was nice and smooth she didn’t bother putting her skirt or panties back on. She spent the rest of the evening with just garter, stockings and bra!

 

After she was done, I hopped up on the table and got shaved as well. It was sorta weird having a guy touch me like that and even ♀ has never shaved my balls bald, but I kinda like the smoothness. Also, we were able to fuck twice last weekend before either of us got stubbly and I liked that sensation…a lot.

 

While I was getting shaved ♀ had a massage by a very sexy woman wearing a great costume. I ♥ her boots.

 

The next thing I tried was Jennifer’s ‘Electricity play’. I liked some of it and some of it was almost to intense (the zap to the tip of my cock), but ♀ had way to much fun encouraging Jennifer and telling her where the zaps would have the greatest impact. The most entertaining part of that booth was the woman Jennifer did after me was laughing so hard Jennifer was worried she’d fall right off the chair and she had to get someone to stand behind her to brace her.

 

My favourite activity of the night was getting flogged.  ♀ has flogged me before, but this was different. He really built up the intensity and he alternated between the flogger and gentle stroking with his hand. It was really quite amazing.

 

There was one other bondage table set up, but being tied up once was enough for the night. I might try it another time. ♀ didn’t try that or the yoga mostly because she’s been having some shoulder problems lately and didn’t want to aggravate it. So between the two of us, we tried 5 of the 7 activities. We had a great time and met some interesting people.

 

Since we were half way to Vancouver anyway, we had thought about going to the Penthouse. We’ve never been there and Samantha Mack was going to be dancing, but decide to head towards home instead. I am really glad we did because we stopped at a pub for a late snack and a drink and we had the bestest most open conversation about being at the Lounge…what we liked and didn’t, what we might like to do next. ♀ was able to tell me about her concerns and I listened. I told her what I hoped for and she listened. I know, I know, that’s the sort of conversation you’d expect us to have before we joined something like that and believe me, we did. But this was different. I really felt like we were communicating on a different level.

 

I’d often felt like ♀ had agreed to join for my benefit only. She admitted that was a big part. She had the impression that I felt like I was missing out and this was a way to get it. She gave me several examples and I was able to see why she would think that. I explained that I truly wanted this to be for us. I want need her to choose the activities we try and any sexual contact with anyone needs to be entirely up to her. If she wants to have sex with someone else and doesn’t want me to that’s absolutely fine. If she doesn’t want either of us to have sex with anyone else, that too is fine.

 

Any and all of my orgasms have been subject to her approval for a long time and when we role play or trash talk, she gets to fuck anyone or any gender she wants. My involvement (if any) is entirely up to her. I think for the first time Friday night she believed me when I told her I want need to still be treated like a sissy even when (or if) we move from fantasy to reality.

 

There has been another early benefit to joining the Lounge. ♀ is pretty freakin’ amazing at trash talk and the people, activities and situations of the Lounge have given her even more filthy fodder to whisper in my ear.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

You need to follow my instructions exactly. You will only touch me with and where and when and how I tell you. A kiss will be just that; a kiss. Not a lick, not a bite. You will be permitted to orgasm during my orgasm only. If I am unable to come or you are unable to synchronize your orgasm with mine, tough shit. Do you understand?

 

Good. Let’s begin.

 

Kiss the arch of my left foot.

 

Kiss my right shin.

 

Kiss my right hip.

 

Kiss my left calf.

 

Kiss the outside of my right thigh.

 

Kiss my navel.

 

Kiss it again, but this time use your tongue.

 

Kiss the underside of my left breast.

 

Kiss my right nipple. Now gently suck it into your mouth. No teeth.

 

Kiss the left side of my neck.

 

Kiss the very centre of my right arm-pit.

 

Kiss the side of that breast.

 

Kiss the lower-most rib on my right side.

 

Kiss my right hip.

 

Kiss my right thigh.

 

Kiss behind my right knee. Now lick there.

 

Kiss my right ankle.

 

Kiss the big toe on my right foot. Again. Lick it from the base to the tip. Suck it like a short thick cock.

 

Kiss behind my left knee.

 

Kiss the inner thigh of my left leg. Higher. Higher. Can you smell my sex?

 

Kiss my belly.

 

Kiss in between my breasts. Lick me there.

 

Kiss the scar on my left breast.

 

Kiss my left nipple. Suck it gently. No teeth.

 

Kiss the centre of my forehead.

 

Kiss the tip of my nose.

 

Kiss my chin.

 

Kiss the centre of my collar bone.

 

Kiss in a straight line down to the top of my pussy lips. Slowly. Slower. Keep the kisses close together. Closer.

 

Kiss along one side of my outer lips down to the bottom and back up the other side.

 

Spread me apart and kiss the left side of my clit. Now the right side of my clit.

 

Slowly trace three circles around my clit with your tongue. Slower.

 

Suck it into your mouth. Now hum…Hum… The Alphabet Song.

 

French kiss my cunt. Neck with it. Give it lots of tongue.

 

Kiss my perineum.

 

Kiss my asshole. Again. Slip it the tongue. More. Push your tongue into my ass as deep as you can get it.

 

Kneel in front of me and rub the shaft of your cock against my clit.

 

Hand me the bullet and the glass dildo.

 

Place the tip of your cock at the entrance to my pussy. Now very, very slowly push into me. No back and forth action. Just a slow steady push forward. Slower. Watch my cunt swallow you.

 

Stay like that. Fully engulfed. Don’t move while I put the bullet beside my clit. Can you feel the vibrations on your cock?

 

I can feel you getting thicker. Pull out slowly. Slower. Does your cock ache? Remember, you’re not allowed to come yet.

 

Put a pillow under my hips and lick the glass dildo.

 

Watch as I fuck myself with it? Does it make you excited to see me gets fucked with a different cock?

 

Put some lube on your finger and put it in my ass. Now a second finger.

 

Stroke his cock through the lining with your fingers. Can you feel his hardness? The ridges along his shaft?

 

Lube up your cock. I want to watch you fuck your hand.

 

Do you want to slide your cock against his?

 

Enter my ass the same way you entered my cunt; slow and steady. Slower.

 

Do you like  feeling him rub against you? Do you like seeing me like this; cunt and ass stuffed full of cock?

 

Start fucking my ass now. Pull almost all the way out, then slam it hard deep inside.

 

Do you like me being a slut? I need two cocks at the same time. Call me your dirty fucking slut! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!

 

Oh Baby, I’m right there. Oh Jeezusfuckingchrist I can feel you getting bigger! That’s it Baby,  he’s coming in my cunt. Fill my ass with your cum! OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSS.

♥

 

♥

 

♥

 

♥ Kiss me…right here…on the lips ♥

 

sss

Finally, a new post and finally, ♀ & I managed to get three days off together; no jobs, no kids, no visitors no obligations. Three whole days all to ourselves. We’ve been so busy for so long, we’d become accustomed to our time alone together being doled out in little bits and pieces.

 

What did we do? Well, ♀ painted our en suite bathroom (is that redundant?) We’ve been in this condo for just over four months and this is the first room she’s painted. That should give you some indication of just how busy we’ve been. The next room to be done will be our bedroom. She’s eager to get that done because our Queynte painting has finally arrived from Jackie. It really is beautiful. The colours and the details are brilliant. There are a couple of issues though. It’s not quite as ‘abstract’ as we’d convinced ourselves it would be. The two people who have seen it (my mother and step-son) knew right away what it was. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. We’ve tried to make our bedroom a very sensuous place and have several nudes so it will be a perfect fit. I guess we’d just imagined ‘what’ and ‘who’ would be our little secret. I asked ♀ if she was still comfortable with hanging it and she said, ‘with the amount of money we spent on it, you better believe it’s going up!’  That brings me to the second issue. The price Jackie quoted us was more then we’d ever spent on a piece of art, but we were able to justify it because we both loved the idea and the examples we saw online are so gorgeous and really, you expect to pay more for a commissioned piece. What we didn’t count on…and this wasn’t Jackie’s fault at all…was the cost of shipping and insuring a large flat package and duty and taxes and framing and all those extras added about $600 to the final price. I’m sure once it’s up on the wall we will love it forever, but right now it stings a bit.

 

 Do you remember the book Mister Got To Go? It was one of my favourite books to read to Mini when he was little. It takes place at our favourite place to stay when we spend the night in Vancouver, The Sylvia Hotel. It was built in 1912 and it has been designated a heritage building so there are very strict guidelines to what they can do to it. The plumbing and electrical and safety stuff is all up to modern codes, but it still has a very old feel to it. We were lucky enough to get a room looking out onto English Bay. It was loveRly. We only spent one night, but we did a lot of…ummm…stuff. Yeah, of course we did  ’that’, but we also went to the Firehall Arts Centre and saw This Mortal Flesh. It’s had mixed reviews, but we really enjoyed it.

 

After we checked out of the room we had a very leisurely breakfast in the hotel restaurant, just looking out at the water and watching life go by. Later we did some shopping. We bought a bag full of books that included three collections of erotic fiction. The one I’m most excited about is Yes Ma’am  edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Surprised? Not.

 

We stopped at a specialty wine store and ♀ found a couple of bottles to try. We avoided malls and just wandered through small independent shops. Eventually we ended up at Little Sister’s. We found a leather flogger that ♀ said would be perfect for when she wants to put me over her knee (the flogger we have and the riding crop are both to long), but she decided it was to much $. We did get a ceramic massaging stone and two new toys; a new bullet for her and a prostrate massager for me.

 

After we’d finished shopping, we stopped in at the Number 5 Orange and watched a few pretty girls take their clothes off. If you’ve never been, the women need to climb a ladder from the stage up to the change room after their set. ♀ & I had the best table in the bar; in front of the stage and underneath the ladder. Purrfect! We stopped for a late dinner on the way home and watched the last period of the hockey game. Canucks win…again!

 

Guess what? When we got home our condo was exactly how we left it. Isn’t that just the coolest thing?  Have I mentioned how much I like this empty-nest lifestyle?  The other great thing about getting home is our bed. I am quite certain I have never loved a piece of furniture as much as I love our bed. Once we were unpacked and the mail was checked and we were settled into bed, ♀ had a brilliant thought and we did something we’d never done before. We lay beside each other head-to-foot and got out our new toys. First she inserted the prostrate massager into my bum, then she started fucking herself with her glass dildo and playing with her clit with her new bullet. It was the coolest thing. We could look into each others eyes AND we had an up close view of each others naughty bits as we masturbated. She came first, then took the dildo out and spread her lips wide open for me. The sight of the  juices dripping out of her cunt and the vibrations in my bum pushed me over the edge soon after.

 

We’ve watched each other masturbate before, but we’d never done it together like that. It really was a lot of  fun and if you’re looking for something different to do tonight I’d recommend it. I meant it would be something you and your partner might enjoy. I didn’t mean you’d enjoy it with us. Though now that I think about it…with us would probably have entertainment value. You’d be able to see ♀ cunt in person and in vibrant colour up on the wall and you’d be able to lay on the worlds most comfortable bed and once our circle jerk was over, we could read erotica together. Sounds like fun, right? But maybe it’s not all that practical. So try it at home with someone you like and tell us all about it in the comments.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I adore women and as long as I have eyes in my head, I’ll be a girl-watcher. I recognize that not all women/girls want to be stared at so I do make an effort not to be creepy about it, but the fact is, I’m going to look. For me, it goes beyond just women I see out in public. A large part of my on-line time is spent looking at women. If we go to an art gallery,  the first thing I look for is art that celebrates the female form. If I were an artist that’s all I would paint or draw or carve or sculpt. When we go into a book store, the first thing I look for is erotica written by women. When ♀ & I are together I find it almost impossible to not touch her hair, breasts, ass, feet…I worship the Goddess and no, I don’t feel guilty about it.

 

One of the many many reasons I’m so lucky to be married to ♀ is she’s not threatened by my fascination of all things feminine. In fact she encourages it. We were at a local eatery recently known for it’s young, attractive, scantily clad waitresses and they sat us in a section with a waiter. ♀ asked to be moved to a different section. She points out attractive women who I may have missed, she enjoys going to see strippers as much as I do, she’s always on the look out for ‘girly’ stuff and best of all she never seems to get tired of me touching her.

 

OK,  I’m going to change gears for a bit, but I’ll get back to girl-watching in a minute. During the final sad year with the mother of my son, I started having quite a bit of cyber-sex. My X and I didn’t have sex at all for two years after our son was born and in the next two years I could count on one hand how many times we had whoopee. Eventually, I realized that masturbating with someone online was better then by myself. I had become so isolated and lonely that the maybe-real-maybe-not quality of online relationships became a lifeline for me. Of course I got caught and of course it gave her a convenient excuse to never sleep with me again. We did go through the couples counselling charade. What a joke. The therapist was female and she also had a female ‘trainee’ in the room with us. Yeah, I’m a sissy, but three women in a room with me, the X in tears talking about how betrayed she was. I was doomed. The therapist said that any activity that took sexual energy away from my primary relationship was destructive and was considered cheating. I argued that there was no sexual energy in my primary relationship and could they even imagine how sad and lonely I was to make masturbating with a virtual friend online preferable to doing it by myself? It didn’t matter. I was a rat-bastard and she was the poor betrayed perfect mother and that, as they say, was that.

 

I know now that most of the ten years we spent together were a lie and my only regret is that I didn’t realize it earlier (though I did get a great son), but to this day I maintain that having cyber-sex in that situation (based on the therapists definition) wasn’t cheating. Fast forward to the present. I would never have cyber-sex without ♀ being involved because there is a huge amount of sexual energy between us and again, based on the therapists definition, it would take energy away from us and that would be cheating.

 

In the years that ♀ & I have been together I haven’t spent very much time chatting online. Not because I’m worried about going astray. It’s more a case of I type very slowly and my spelling is atrocious and even if  it’s not sucking energy, it is a distraction from ♀ and from writing. So most of my communication is by email. But, and there’s always a but, Gmail has a chat function and I’ve had the opportunity to chat with a few other sex-bloggers. I like that, it’s nice. It makes me feel like I’m part of a sexy little club. I enjoy getting to know a little bit more about these women whose writing gives me so much pleasure.

 

I’ve recently had the very good fortune to be able to chat with the reclusive zoe. In fact we’ve been chatting quite a bit about quite an astonishing array of topics. I’ve already explained why that’s unusual for me, but according to zoe, it’s unusual for her because she doesn’t, as a rule, get personal with men online who she doesn’t know and feel comfortable with in the real world. Why did she make this exception? Well for one thing, Sapphire J vouched for me and I am very grateful to her. Another reason is she’s read our blog and she knows how committed ♀ & I are to each other, she knows that I’ll forward every email to ♀ and that Gmail saves every chat and ♀ will read them. She knows that she’ll never be the other woman or a dirty little secret. In fact both zoe & ♀ want to get to know each other as well, but schedules have prevented them from chatting yet. This sense of security has allowed us to be very open and honest with each other. It’s also allowed a fair amount of sexual tension to develop. We all know it’s there (♀ words were “OMG, you are such a little flirt!”), but I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all in this situation. Everyone likes to know that other people find us attractive and engaging. I think that’s especially important in a long term relationship. It’s a  thrill knowing someone else thinks you’re sexy and it keeps your partner from taking you for granted as well. Not that ♀ ever does, but you know what I mean, right?

 

So there is this underlying sexual current and it’s fun to flirt and tease and explore knowing that it won’t go any further then that unless (or until?) ♀ is actively involved. That’s certainly not my motivation for wanting to get to know zoe better, but  I think that would be way cool if something like that did happen one day. zoe & ♀ could come up with diabolical things to do to me or they could play together and force me to just watch or…Oh my, so many possibilities.

 

(zoe, like so many other female bloggers, has a stalker. She has asked that I not use her name or link to her site. ‘zoe’ is a little inside joke.)

 

So one night last week, ♀ & I were necking on the couch and ♀ asked if I had ever seen a picture of  zoe or if she’d described herself  to me? Did I have any idea what this woman really looked like? The answer is no. I have no idea and I’ve never asked. Later on I was thinking back to my time as a cyber-slut and I realized I never asked then either. Sometimes they would send pictures or offer descriptions, but it wasn’t something I asked for. I’ve been puzzling over that for the past few days. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I’m all about girl-watching. I look for the female form everywhere, but for some reason it’s not that important to know what online friends look like. I’m not sure what that says about me. ♀ thinks it’s because I have a good imagination and an image develops while I’m chatting. As I get to know more about that person, that image gets adjusted…if she mentions one of her 17 cats jumping on the keyboard, or the itchiness of a new tattoo, or needing to go for a smoke (yuck), or losing her little toe when an over-zealeous lover bit it off. I’m making all of this up as I go along, but you get the idea. ♀ is probably right, but still, I think it’s a curious thing. Want to know something funny? It’ll be ♀ who asks zoe to see a picture or get a description. She’ll reason that since zoe has been reading our blog she knows what ♀ looks like. She’ll think it would only be fair to see what zoe looks like. They can sort that out themselves.

 

The night we were talking about zoe, we had wicked-good sex. I think it was only the second time she’d had an orgasm during anal sex. She usually comes after I’ve filled her ass, but not this time. Another thing that was surprising is we’d had virtually no foreplay and that’s a prerequisite for anal. We’d been necking on the couch and when we got to the bedroom, she bent over the bed and told me to grab some lube and fuck her ass. Short, sweet, and super hot.

 

I needed a twenty minute nap after and when I awoke she was playing again. This too was surprising. Usually when she’s done…she’s done, but this time she wasn’t done. I watched her play for a minute or two. Then she asked, “Have you ever had cyber-sex with zoe?”

“No.” I said. Surprised.

“Would you?”

“Only if you were there.”

“Fuck me with the glass toy and tell me what you’d say to her if you were having cyber-sex.”

 

I started to fuck her with the glass and invented this story…zoe is in our bed, laying on her stomach. You’re kneeling by her head with your knees at her shoulders. You play with her hair, then massage her shoulders and slowly work your way down her back. I’m at the other end of the bed massaging her feet, calves and thighs. We meet in the middle. My hands digging deep towards the heat of her crotch, your hands massaging the swell of her ass.

 

She’s moaning now. Can you here her, Baby? I push her legs apart with my knees and she lifts her hips up. You grab the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart and there she is Baby…tight little asshole and moistening pussy…exposed just for us. Fuck she looks delicious, doesn’t she?

 

You sit back down at the head of the bed and zoe rolls over. She rests her head in your lap. Your breasts just barely out of reach of her mouth. You play with her hair some more then slide your hands down towards her breasts. You cup one in your hands. Feel it’s weight and warmth and texture. You slowly massage inward closer and closer to her rock hard nipple, but you want to tease her. Make her wait. You take her other breast in hand and massage it the same way.

 

Meanwhile, I’m laying between her outstretched legs nibbling along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her cunt. Can you smell her sex, Baby. She smells so good. I lick all around her pussy, teasing her. I spread her lips apart and I can see her little clitty poking up, just begging to be licked. I look up at you and you nod your consent. I plunge my tongue deep into her cunt and Oh Fuck she tastes so good. I circle her clit with my tongue then suck it in. Gently at first then harder, then I grab it with my teeth and she jumps and moans just like you do.

 

As I’m fucking her with my tongue I look up and watch the two of you play with each others breasts and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. You pinching and rolling her nipples and zoe sucking and nibbling on yours. You catch me staring, wink and motion for me to come to you. You smile down at zoe and ask if she wants me to fuck her. She says yes and I nudge my cock against her cunt. She’s so wet, Baby…we’ve got her so turned on. I slide in easily and hold it there just like I do when I first enter you. I hold still and feel her muscles massage me.

 

Do you like that visual, Baby? My cock buried deep inside zoe, your hands on her breasts, her lips on your breasts, my hand in your hair, pulling you in close to me…kissing you…loving you…Do you like that, Baby?

 

♀ & sss

As most of you know this past week sss and I have been very stressed for reasons that we could not talk about at the time.  We are now able to share with you what has been going on in our exciting and ever changing life (as most of you know OUR life is NEVER dull…even when we want it to be).
 
I went for a mammogram at the beginning of August. Two days later I got a phone call that I needed to come back in and have further tests done. They would not tell me why I needed these tests done just that they were necessary. That is when our life got turned upside down, inside out and backwards. I returned early this week (2 different days) for the other tests they needed to do while still waiting patiently. One of the techs at the diagnostic center was nice enough to share with me the previous pictures that had been taken and showed me a circle about the size of a baby finger nail in one of my breasts. This made my whole nightmare a reality. Today was my doctors appointment to talk about results. Guess who did not get any sleep last night? I know lots of women end up with no serious problem, but it is hard to keep yourself together and think positive and not let the “what if’s?” in. That is why we asked you all to send positive thoughts our way.
 
AND THE NEWS IS……..
The doctor had good news to report today. We do to need to worry about anything at this point. They are fairly certain the spot is just dense breast tissue and she has requested that I return for another mammogram in 6 months so they can compare pictures.
 
Thanks to everyone for their support through all this.
 
♀ & sss

Her period started the day after the doctors appointment so PMS combined with a good reason to get emotional and her breasts often get tender and achy during that week, but in those circumstances…well you can just imagine.

I really did try to stay positive and upbeat, but it’s hard not to let your mind wander. Also, neither of us are any good at hiding our emotions from each other. It didn’t matter what we were saying, she could see the worry in my eyes and I could see the fear in hers.

We tried several times to make love during those nine days, but she was only able to come once. It was a small orgasm and she was crying (again) when it finished.

“You don’t touch them like you did before.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s so not fair. My boobs are the one part of my body that I really like and now there might be something wrong with them.”

“Everything is going to be fine. I really believe that.” It was dark enough that she couldn’t see my eyes and I managed to keep my voice steady.

“What if it’s not? What if it’s something….bad?” Neither of us have said ‘it’ out loud.

“If you lost a tit, you could borrow one of mine. See, there’s another advantage to being married to a sissy.”

The wait: Interminable. The stress: Palpable.

We took the stairs rather then the elevator after we left the doctors office and she stopped at a landing between floors and threw her arms around me. We kissed long and deep and passionately and I fondled her with great gusto and she was very pleased.

We didn’t have time for sex that day, but I woke her up the following morning when I got home from work. Her period had just started and she was crampy and still tired. I suggested that we wait until later, but she didn’t think that was an option. Actually, I think her exact words were, “I need to have sex with you. Right now!” I’ll never get tired of hearing that.

I got some towels and we got busy. Not surprisingly, I gave her breasts lots of attention to start off with. (They really are beautiful. She thinks so to. Just ask her. And if you want to see them, don’t be shy cuz she isn’t.) After a while I asked if I could go down on her. She said yes and as I suckled her clit like a miniature nipple I watched her play with her boobs. She squeezed them together and pulled them up to her face giving herself cleavage she could barely see past. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked it just like I was sucking her clit. She held it between her teeth and let go of her boob. She stretched her other nipple the same way then she wrapped her arms around herself like she was giving her breasts a great gig hug.

She squirted a bunch of lube between her breasts and motioned for me to come up to her.

“I want you to fuck them. I need to feel that big thick cock between my tits.”

I straddled her and she squeezed them together, encasing me in lube slick boobage. Every time I thrust forward the head of my cock popped into her mouth. I didn’t last long, but she didn’t seem to mind. She squeezed every last drop I had onto her breasts.

I knelt beside her. With one hand I massaged my cum into her breasts and with two fingers of my other hand I massaged her G-spot. She looked after her clit. It didn’t take her long to come, but when she did she was able to ride the wave for a very long time. I think ‘joyous’ would be an apt description of her orgasm.

When she was done I licked the blood and pussy juices off of our fingers, kissed her deeply and fondled her spectacular breasts.

“I have happy boobies again, Baby!”

Cheers,

♀ & sss