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

This is the picture that’s been on our desktop for the past week…

 

 

Then a couple of days ago one of my favourite Tumblr-bloggers, Glitter Muff, featured the same picture on her site. I’m a huge fan of erotic flash-fiction and her skillage in the genre is amazing.

 

Considering that cuckolding has been very much on our minds lately, it’s not surprising that I saw something different than Muffy did. When I looked at this picture I saw a wedding night.

 

The woman is an ethical slut. She enjoys the company of a great many people. She’s not at all embarrassed by her lifestyle choice and is upfront about it with all those she plays with. The man watching was one of her lovers. He became smitten and tried to woo her. She thought he was sweet and enjoyed the time she spent with him, but had no interest in being wooed. He lavished gifts on her and pleaded with her to marry him.  He’s intelligent, funny, wealthy and a wonderful lover, but she knows herself and monogamy is simply not an option. He is not deterred.

 

Finally, she tells him what it would take to marry him. She gets to continue to fuck who she wants, when she wants and where she wants…including in their bed. He, on the other hand, will only be allowed to have sex with her. She gets to decide who the best man will be and she gets to fuck him on their wedding night while the groom watches.

 

He agrees to all her conditions. He doesn’t actually meet his best-man until the wedding rehearsal. Explaining to his mother why this man, who no one seems to know, is her sons best man is awkward. 

 

Speaking of cuckold weddings…

 

 

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

Thanks to Joel, the Blog Tech Guy we’re up and running again.

And here, as promised, are a few of Uncle M’s pin-up bondage pictures:

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Pinup-bondage is a dream come true and is dedicated to bondage as an artful and erotic form of restraint.

-Uncle M

 

♀ made Hot Chocolate Cupcakes for my nephew’s birthday yesterday. Guess what made them ‘hot’? Cayenne pepper and they were delicious. I know all you chocoholics will be saying, ‘well duh, chocolate goes with anything’,  but I had never thought of those two flavours working so well together. FYI, another unexpected, but really tasty combination is cracked black pepper on fresh strawberries. Yummy!

 

Why am I telling you this? Well, Uncle M’s combination of Pinup & Bondage has been kind of the same thing for me. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear that I’ve always been a big fan of Pinup; beautiful girls wearing gorgeous clothes and flashes of sexy lingerie. What’s not to love, right? I know that bondage has been an occasional theme in Pinup forever, but I never noticed any artistry in the ropes. It was more along the lines of, ”Oh, Bettie is tied up in this picture. My, she’s pretty. I love those shoes…’

 

Uncle M’s artwork is prominently displayed at the Lounge and I remember looking at them when we went to our orientation and thinking they were very good. It wasn’t until I met Uncle M in person that I started to understand just how cool his work really is. He’s passionate about his art and when you talk to him, you can’t help but to get caught up in his excitement for it.

  

He has a very nice pay website with updates twice a week, but I wanted to tell you about the two books he has available, just in time for Christmas.  Pinup Bondage  Has over 145 stunning high resolution photographs, each with a caption that tell a vivid story of the beauty of bondage. None of the attractive women shown in this book model professionally and have come to Uncle M for the simple reason they are attracted to this type of bondage art.

 

Steam Punk Bondage  has many of the same models as the pinup bondage book.  Sisi, Donita, Anna, Ravenas and Miss Morta are all featured in this all steampunk, all bondage coffee table book.  Each outfit was custom designed by Suzee666especially for the photos featured in this book.  Uncle M has taken the bondage to another level in this book with the use of a custom suspension frame designed to be hidden from the camera.  No expense was spared in creating this unique and very erotic photo presentation of Steampunk bondage art.

 

Actually, now that I think about it, Uncle M manages to combine three elements in his photos (so my opening analogy doesn’t quite do it justice); beautiful girls, gorgeous clothes and the artistry of bondage.  I’m sure you know someone who would love to find one of these books under their Christmas tree this year.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

ps: Uncle M sent me some loveRly photos to add to this post, but I’m having technical issues and am unable to upload…anything right now (balderdash)

I’ve always had a fascination for wedding gowns. All that satin and lace and the mystery of what pretty lingerie she’s wearing underneath that only the groom (if  he can restrain himself  long enough) gets to enjoy.

 

 

OK, so it’s not always just the groom who gets to see the brides finery…

 

 

Back when we first started exploring my sissification…in fact it might have been before I identified as a sissy and thought I was just a cross-dresser, I had this idea that we should have another wedding with both of us wearing wedding gowns. ♀ still had the dresses from both her weddings, but we didn’t have any kinky friends (that we knew of) and ♀ just didn’t think it would be as much fun as I did.

 

 

♀ sold the dress she was wearing when she married me a few years ago, but her first dress was considered outdated (I had no idea that could happen) and not yet vintage so it sat in a kitty litter box at the back of our bedroom closet. A couple of weeks ago she stumbled across it while she was looking for something else (OK, it fell off a shelf and hit her in the head) and she decided to donate it to a local amateur theatre group. She said I could try it on before she got rid of it, but I said ‘no’.

 

You see, the lovely and talented Teresa Bowers had written a series of posts to help sissies/cross-dressers/panty-boys truly enjoy the upcoming Halloween festivities. My favorite of the series was the post about going out as a bride and I read that at about the same time as the gown in the kitty litter box appeared. If I ever wore one I’d want to do the whole thing…the lingerie and shoes and pedicure/manicure and make-up (I’d even shave my whiskers). I’d want to be a princess for a day…

 

 

…with ♀ as a sexy Dominatrix…

 

 

Maybe one day.

 

Anyway a couple of months ago ♀ & I went for a walk along the beach and we noticed a bride having a photo shoot. I think what caught our attention originally was that there was no wedding party… just the bride, the photographer and two assistants. When we walked past them the first time they were doing all the usual poses …along the shoreline, up against big rocks, draped across drift wood. However, when we walked back they were doing some very unusual poses. The bride was in the ocean and not just up to her ankles. She was right in there…floating on her back, front-crawl toward the camera, diving in so we could see her shoes and doing hand-stands so we could see her pretty lingerie.

 

She was talking to other curious on lookers when she got out of the water. The wedding had been two weeks before and as she said, ‘what else do you do with an $1800 wedding dress?’

 

I had never heard of doing such a thing, but of course Google had…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I woke up when ♀ got home from having breakfast with her brother. I hadn’t had enough sleep. I felt thick and stupid and cranky. I ate the leftover pizza from the night before then crawled back under the covers still wearing sweatpants and her fuzzy pink housecoat. Two hours later I was awake again, drenched in sweat.

 

♀ was chatting with someone online. She’d lost her pants. I kissed her cheek and she told me to release her sweater puppies. I undid her bra. I went in the other room and turned on the idiot box. The football game I was going to watch was 24-1 at halftime. ♀ went into the bedroom. I switched to Rocky & Bullwinkle.

 

 ”Come here, Princess.”

 

She was spread-eagled before me. Feet on the floor, bent at the waist, upper body on the bed. I took off my clothes and stood between her legs, rubbing my thickening cock between her ass cheeks.

 

“Is this an acceptable way for a slut to present herself?”

“I’m certain a presentation like this will get lots of  attention.”

“It’s to bad there aren’t any real men here to appreciate it. Put your face down there and lick my panties.

When I wrote this post last night it had very detailed descriptions of the two times we fucked yesterday. It was day three of her period so there was much blood and showers and laundry…lots and lots of laundry. We’d been away from home the past two weekends and I’d been a 6-night a week kinda baker for three weeks before that so this was the first full weekend we’d spent at home in a long time. The sex was great, but when I read the post this morning it didn’t sparkle. There seemed to be a lot of ‘tab A went into slot B and several orgasms were achieved’. It was a boring read so I deleted it.

 

After one of our showers yesterday she told me she wanted me to do something different with her hair. Remember I took a hair braiding class a few years ago? Well, she’s decided I need to expand my repertoire. So with the help of several tutorials on Youtube, I learned how to do a ‘fishtail’ braid.

 

Later in the day she brought out a french manicure kit she’d bought awhile ago. I’ve been painting her toe nails for a long time, but she doesn’t usually let me do her fingers…I’ve always had trouble colouring within the lines. This french manicure kit is an entirely different level of  fiddly. We did her fingers together and she only needed to fix 2/10. Then she told me to do her toes myself. That is really freakin hard to do. I got frustrated and asked what the point of little white stripes on the tips of  little tiny toe nails. She said I needed to know lots of ways to make her look beautiful for other men.

 

I’ve been thinking about that. Do you think men…I mean ‘real’ men notice things like fishtail braids and french pedicures?

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Before I tell you about the Cock-Sucking class we attended this week, I want to apologize for a couple of  terse emails I sent to Jennifer. It’s not like they were really ugly and ♀ did say that given the information I had…or rather, didn’t have…she (♀) could understand how I jumped to the conclusion I did, but the fact is I was wrong and if I’d really thought about all of our interactions with Jennifer during the past year, I would have known my assumptions were wrong.

We dealt with it in emails and in person and she probably hasn’t given it another moments thought, but I felt the need to admit my mistake.

 

 

 

Even if you’re not a Lounge member, if you ever get the chance to attend one of Jennifer’s classes you really should. They are a lot of fun. The first thing she wanted to know was why each of us were there and what did we hope to learn. Most people were there to learn new skills and gain confidence. I was the only attendee who had never played with someone else’s penis before so my answer was a little different. We took the G-Spot class a few months ago so Cock-Sucking just seemed fair. Also, fluffing a Bull is a common theme in our pillow talk and if we ever do play with another man then having some idea about what to do would probably be a good thing.

 

 

Everyone picked a dildo and the first thing we learned was how to put on a condom with our mouth. Then while we were playing with a variety of lubes, Jennifer showed us a whole bunch…seriously, lots…of different hand-job techniques. Then all the things (and spots) to do with our tongues. She talked a lot about attitude and eye contact and building up the excitement and if you do it right then the actual sword-swallowing, jaw-aching, porn-star cock-sucking  just gets done near the end.

 

 

She talked about the hotness of telling your man where you want him to come…boobs, pussy, ass, face, mouth…The best way to swallow, how to deep-throat. She showed us an entire table-full of toys and gadgets that could be used to pleasure someones penis and she had lots of other suggestions as well. There was a lot of information. I was glad that ♀ was taking notes.

 

 

♀ hasn’t tried out any of her new skills yet and I am trying not to be a pest about that.  She did use the Wartenberg neurowheel we bought at the class and was quite pleased with how high I jumped when she rolled it over my most sensitive bits.

 

 

OK, there is one more thing I should tell you about. The condom on the dildo I was using broke and I admit I probably need some practice keeping my teeth off of the penis, but do you think it was really necessary for ♀ to say loud enough for everyone to hear, “OMG, you chewed that condom right off!”

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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