I would never ever want to relive my teenage years, but if I did have to do it over again Junior’s adolescence looked pretty sweet.  He was big and handsome, a natural athlete, good grades (when he applied himself), lots of friends and of course, girls…lots and lots of girls. There were times when one would leave and he’d have just enough time to shower and change his sheets before the next one came over.

 

Like most teenagers, Junior didn’t express his feelings (other than anger) very well and he didn’t like to share very many details of what was going on in his life with us. We had a firm rule that we wouldn’t lie for him so there were times when not really knowing was in every-one’s best interest. Just thinking about those years tires me out.

 

Krayon remained the one constant throughout high school. There was all the requisite teen-aged angst and drama. At any given time they might be dating or she was a fucking bitch or they were friends-with-benefits or they were exclusive or she was a whore or they were exclusive and this time he wasn’t going to cheat. But no matter where they were in that cycle, when shit happened in Juniors life Krayon was who he turned to and knowing he had someone to talk to was somewhat reassuring. A fight at school, a suspended license, his cat disappears, his dads suicide, too drunk to walk…there were lots of times she sent ♀ a text-message saying, ‘he’s with me, he’s safe.’

 

A few months before they graduated from high school he called ♀ in a panic. A condom had broken the night before, could she please take him & Krayon to get the morning-after-pill. I was pleased that he didn’t just shrug it off and hope for the best. He had a part time job so he paid for the pill and went in with her to get it so I was impressed with his level of maturity, but I remember being surprised that they weren’t using any other form of birth control. They both partied a lot and faithfully using condoms while drunk is…well, I wasn’t very good at it. Nobody ever told me, but I suspect the reason was Krayon thought she might gain a pound or two if she went on the pill. At the time her ‘fat clothes’ were probably about a size 2.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Junior was 13 when I met him and his mom and that’s how old Mini is now.  I guess it’s natural to look at the differences and to speculate what the future holds. Mini is still very close to his mother. Extraordinarily close. Almost creepy-close. I have this re-occuring ‘Norman Bates’ nightmare. But this is something that has been orchestrated by her. She has nothing and no one else in her life. It’s just her and Mini against the world. I hope one day he’ll find the strength to break free, but there’s no sign of that happening yet.

 

Anyway, ♀ & I were comparing the boys at 13 the other night. ♀ said that Junior had already discovered girls by that age.  I think it would be more accurate to say that girls had discovered him. I remember being really uncomfortable with all the very young girls coming over to the house, all tarted up and being very aggressive. I often said to ♀ that I was really glad we had boys. I would have tried to keep a daughter on a much shorter leash. There really is a double standard, isn’t there. ♀ admitted to me that she probably wouldn’t have let me move in a soon as I did if she’d had a 13 yr old girl at home. Not that she ever thought I’d do something bad. She’d just be more cautious and protective.

 

So back to 13 yr old Junior. Girls would come over, but if he was playing video games or watching TV,  he’d pretty much ignore them. It didn’t seem to bother the girls. They’d sit there chattering at him and if they got bored and left it didn’t matter because another one would come by soon enough. He was a big strong kid and even at that age he really didn’t have to work at it.

 

We only see Mini for a few hours a week so it’s hard to say for sure, but I don’t think he’s discovered girls yet. That’s probably not a bad thing. He seems to be more comfortable in his own skin than I remember being (that didn’t happen for me until I was almost 40…lol) ♀ pointed out that considering the tight grip his mother still has on him and me being…not the most masculine of dads, it’s hardly a surprise that he’s a bit behind in the girl department. He’s a bright kid, but he’s still very socially immature.

 

Of course we also discussed ‘orientation’. As I’ve mentioned numerous times here,  adolescence was a difficult time for me…most people assumed I was gay. I knew I was different, but with no internet it was hard to figure out different how. ♀ & I will love and support him no matter what team he plays for, but we disagree on how his mother would react if  he were gay. ♀ thinks she would be devastated. She’d see it as a flaw in her otherwise perfect son. I, on the other hand, think she’d be quite pleased. She would remain the only woman in his life.

 

His mother is very closed minded about sex (when we were together she claimed to have never masturbated) so I hope he’ll come to us if when he has questions or concerns, but realistically I know…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

This torn rotator-cuff is going to be a long slow process, but there were a few small victories in week two. We went to Deviant Dining  at the Lounge last week. It was a very last minute decision to go. We haven’t been to anything this month and we clearly aren’t going to anything ‘playful’ anytime soon. So we changed some things around and I picked up some goodies from Costco and off we went. I’m glad we did. The official head count was 29…the most well attended dinner we’ve been to.  There was great food with lots of variety. ♀ is still pretty sore so we weren’t exactly social butterflies, but we did meet a few new people.

Jason was teasing me about how horrible it must be for me to ‘have to’ do even more than usual for ♀. He told her to be careful..that I just might accidentally twist her arm to prolong my increased servitude.

 

The hi-light of dinner was the dessert platter. The woman ♀ necked with at the last Exploratorium was bound in rope, ball-gagged, wrapped in shrink-wrap and laid out on a table. Then Jennifer and her assistant prepared dessert on her. There was cream-puffs, eclairs, fresh fruit, whipped cream and a congac/chocolate liqueur that was to die for. Everyone was encouraged to help themselves to dessert. It was so yummy, I had to go back  for more. When I went back for the second helping, someone had cut a hole in the plastic and stuck several frozen cream puffs down around her crotch (she was wearing panties). I was encouraged to dig around down there, so I did. ♀ scolded me for touching another woman without Her permission, but she still ate the cream-puff.

 

♀ still can’t do up her bra or shoes or sling, but she is doing more and more every day. She’s sleeping in our bed most of the time and taking fewer and fewer pain killers. She started physio on Monday and on Sunday I washed her hair, shaved her legs and both pits. I still think that’s kinda funny. It was a huge effort for her to pull her arm out far enough for me to be able to shave, but there was no way in hell she was going to that physio appointment with a hairy arm-pit.

 

We had sex Saturday and Sunday. Yippee!! It’s rare for us to go more than a day or two without lovin’ so this once-a-week thing was a challenge. She was in tears by the time we’d both had orgasms Saturday night. She insisted it was because of her muscles contracting and not anything I had done, but I still felt guilty as hell. She said she wasn’t going to try to have another big O until she was a lot less sore.

 

Sunday wasn’t one of our best days. We were both a little ‘off’ and not really feeling connected. I helped her get ready for bed and she told me to lay behind her and rub myself on her silky panties. I so wasn’t horny and really didn’t want to masturbate. Eventually I did spoon her, but kept my penis hidden between my legs. She was laying on her good side and couldn’t reach behind her with her sore arm. Can you believe it? She was able to seduce me without even laying a hand on me. I am so weak.

 

Want to know something cool? Well we’ve fucked side-by-side lots of times, but we’d never done it that side-by-side. We each have our side of the bed so taking her from the other side had never come up before. Now, of course, she can’t roll over on that side. So we’d never tried that exact position before and guess what?  It worked. Really well. All the weight was on her good shoulder. I held the head-board for leverage. We both had orgasms. Hers was huge and pain free. And afterwards…she had the best nights sleep of the past two weeks.

 

I couldn’t find a picture of a dessert platter like the one we had, but here’s a nice sushi platter.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Maybe you’re fortunate enough (or have a lover skilled enough) to orgasm on demand, but as for the rest of us mere mortals…

 

 I know there are women who can orgasm quickly and often so I suppose odds are good that sometimes their partner comes at the same time they do, but seriously, isn’t it just the greatest thing ever when you’re both able to come at the same time?

 

♀ usually wants me to come first. The ‘sissy’ reason is that way she can tease me about my inability to satisfy her while I use my fingers or a toy to help her have a big O after I’m done, but it’s also a turn-on for her to feel my excitement grow inside of  her and she really likes to play in my cum once I’m finished. In fact sometimes getting me to come (something she is very good at) is enough of a turn-on for her to try and have an orgasm even if she hadn’t planned on it before. The downside of being conditioned  to come quickly is that it is very difficult to hold back on those occasions when she wants me to last until she’s done.

 

We hadn’t fucked in a couple of days and for about a week before that, every time we’d had sex that’s all it was, sex….lots of trash talk and button pushing, but not a lot of passion. We are a couple who needs the connection of real love-making on a regular basis or else we get off track.

 

Anyway, on this particular night everything unfolded like it was supposed to on the way to the bedroom and once there, the foreplay was spontaneous and arousing. The love-making was passionate and when she called out my name and told me she wanted to come on my cock, I summoned all my strength and held on until I could feel the orgasm roll through her,  pulling me in even deeper and when she was at the very crest of the wave I let go and we rode it together.

 

When it happens like that…the build up of the passion, the timing of the orgasms…we are joined together at every possible level and it is so fucking intense. There truly is nothing like it. I think it’s very likely that eventually we will play with other people and I think it’ll be tons-o-fun, but the kind of connection that we had that night is something rare and beautiful and I believe that, more than anything else will keep US safe.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I was still awake when Uncle got up and we had about an hour just to ourselves. We didn’t really talk about anything important, just chatted. It was nice. I guess it’s like talking to a sibling who you were close to a long time ago. Someone you still really like and maybe wish you could see more of. It was comfortable and easy and there were so many things I could have said and there were so many things I didn’t need to say. He really is a great guy. He’s only ten years older then me and we spent a lot of time together when I was growing up. He’s more like a big brother then an uncle. He was the Best Man at our wedding.

 I had a restless sleep. We’ve been on the road almost 2 weeks and I miss sleeping in my own bed, surrounded by my own stuff. We’ve had a good holiday, but I’ve had enough driving and I want to get home. I think another reason for my troubled sleep is I’m concerned about Junior. The ‘celebration of life’ for his dad is Saturday and I think this is going to be a difficult weekend. Realistically he’s in for a tough year, the first…of everything…birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries…everything. I know in the short term at least he’s going to use alcohol to deal with things. Our job as parents will be to try to prevent him from doing serious damage to himself and that won’t be an easy task. How do I explain to a 19 year old that getting drunk isn’t really grieving? That it’s a process he has to go through, that there’s no going around it, that booze is only going to postpone it? I know it’s been less then a week. I know this weekend will be like a wake for his dad. I suppose he’s expected to drink right now…I just worry.

 ‘Don’t let them fool you with dope (or drink) and cocaine. No one can harm you, feel your own pain.’ John Lennon

 We went window shopping after I got up. ♀ had already checked out most of the shops while I was asleep, so she knew where to take me. We had a nice lunch in a heritage house…simple, tasty food with a nice atmosphere and good service. We went through a couple of kitchen type stores. I don’t think she was really planning on buying anything (our car is getting full), we were just looking for ideas and colours and…well, just looking. We did buy a really cool plant for Uncle & L. I don’t remember what’ it’s called, but it grows in water. The container it’s in looks like a brandy snifter with rocks in the bottom. You can see the roots dangling down…it’s cool. We also stopped at a toy store and we did end up buying a little something there; ankle and wrist restraints. It was just a cheap nylon set (all 4 four $30), but we decide why spend a lot until we know if we’ll use them regularly or not.

 After we left that store ♀ said she was horny, but Uncle would be home from work at 3:30 and that old house is NOT sound proof at all. We hurried back and it was 2:50 when we got up to our room. By 3:05 we’d both had orgasms and I was ready for a nap. Who here doesn’t like the occasional fast furious fuck?

 nap time

Uncle & L were getting dinner ready when I got up. Her daughter was there too. She’s 18 and cute, but I think her mom spoils her. She and Uncle jab at each other some. If he wasn’t so good natured I think there’d be problems. My very pregnant cousin came over for dinner. She was young the last time I saw her…maybe 8. I could sure see mom in her, but I wouldn’t hold that against her. She was nice. I liked her dry sense of humour. We all had a really nice dinner together. Uncle bbq some chicken, there were green beans and spuds and L baked a cake. Tomorrow Uncle and daughter are driving to Kamloops to be with one of his other very pregnant daughters. She’s scheduled for a C section tomorrow. So in less then a month he should have his first two grand-babies. I told him the third daughter will be jealous now and L has two daughters and it won’t be long until there’s a whole gaggle of grand kids.

During dinner, Cousins’ boobs sprung a leak and she soaked through her shirt. That led to a lively discussion about lactation and breast feeding and feeding in public. I hope ♀ was proud of me for not blurting out that if we’d ever had a baby together I might never have let her milk dry up. Nursing is a reoccurring fantasy and like most fantasies, I can’t imagine ever getting bored of it. Even though I’d never planned on having kids, I’m sure ♀ & I would have had a lot of fun being pregnant.

After dinner we headed for Kelowna. That WAS part of original plan, but after last weekend we’d decided to go straight home after Revelstoke. But she talked to her dad and he was really hoping to see us and really it was only going to add another hour to our driving and Junior is back to work and so we don’t really have much to worry about until the weekend and so 2.5 hours later I was having a beer with my father-in-law. It’s not really a big deal (except I miss my bed) I like her dad. He’s a guy who has made some big mistakes in his life. He’s paid for them, owned up to them, apologized for them and if you can’t forgive him…oh well. He’s building a life for he and his wife and as far as fathers-in-law go, I could have done WAY worse.

We had a couple of drinks with the in-laws then I took ♀ out to their new motor home (it’s huge) and tucked her into our last strange bed for awhile…I hope. Tomorrow it’s homeward bound and Junior and work and ♀ starts new job and getting all of our shit sorted and packed and moved and unpacked and then the Christmas silliness starts and yeah I think it’ll be a challenging few months.

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An uneventful drive from Ainsworth to Revelstoke. Neither of us had been on that drive before and hadn’t realized there was another ferry. This one across the Upper Arrow Lake. We waited about 30 minutes and the crossing took less then 20. It was a cool & wet day and for awhile it rained hard, but the sun came out during the ferry ride.

 One of the conversations we had was about if and when we would seriously look into finding other people to play with. It’s always been a part of our role playing and trash talk, but that’s been about all. It was interesting to me that we both have a very similar idea about what it would look like IF we ever went down that road. Neither of us wants to be ‘swingers’ with a variety of people going through our bedroom and neither of us are interested in ‘swapping’ (going off with someone else) and we’re not looking for new best friends. We both think it might be nice to know another couple (as happy together as we are) who we could hang out with occasionally on a social basis, and also play with …as a group. We both recognize that IF we do that it shouldn’t be because we’re bored with what we have (or they are either). She suggested we revisit the question early next year. It’s nice to be at a place where we can talk about things like that without getting all freaked out about it. I know, I know, talking about it and actually doing something about it are two different things, but as long as we’re able to be honest with each other and our focus remains on us. I think it could be a good thing.

 Went for sushi with my uncle and L and her daughter. It was the first time we’d had a chance to really talk with L and it had been a long time since I’d visited with my uncle without my mom (his sister) around. Not that she’s an issue anymore, it’s just that both Uncle and I are different when she’s around. I tried to pay for dinner (it would have been less then a hotel), but he insisted. Right after dinner he left for a meeting and L, ♀ & I walked home, had a couple of drinks and chatted. I like her. One of the things she told us (Uncle wasn’t home yet) was that Uncle spoke very highly about my dad. It was nice to hear that from someone I don’t really know.

 When we got back from dinner, there was a voice mail message from ♀ dad asking where we were. They decided not to go camping and even though ♀ had talked to his wife the day before and told her the news and explained she was anxious to get home, her dad still thought we were coming. It’s less then 3 hours to Kelowna and Junior is back to work Thursday and Friday. So we decided…rationalized….justified that as long as we were back by Friday night things would probably be OK. The plan now is to spend Thursday in Revelstoke then drive to Kelowna after dinner. Have a short visit with her dad and his wife then leave for home Friday afternoon.

 Uncle’s house is really nice. I’m guessing it was built in the 1940′s and they’ve kept lots of the original features in it; glass doorknobs, fancy metal heating vents, crown moldings, hard wood floors and LOTS of the furniture have a very classy antique feel to them. They’re really doing a good job blending the modern with the vintage. Here’s an example. They’ve re-done the upstairs bathroom with a pedestal sink and a claw-foot tub and kept the original hardwood floors, lightswitch and outlet covers. New stuff, but an old time feel. Lots of the furniture really is antiques. The downside….it’s not very sound-proof. My uncles’ room is right next to where ♀ & I are sleeping so we didn’t have lovin’. See, with ♀ help I am learning a bit of tact.

 We did have some quality naked time though, before ♀ went to sleep. I braided her hair and we were just talking and touching and enjoying each other. She is my everything.

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I decided I wouldn’t be able to sleep with the plug in so removed it without her permission before going to bed. It was just after 6 am and she was still snoring, but I was really horny. Well, the day before I’d played with myself for quite awhile in the car and hadn’t come. And that night we’d had sex, but only ♀ had a Big O. So I was overdue. As mentioned before, I’m the luckiest sissy in the whole world because she woke up enough to give me lovin’s without even complaining…much. Well she said I was a very bad boy, but that just made it hotter.

Maybe it was the hard bed, but I had a very restless sleep with lots of bad dreams. I couldn’t remember any of them, I just woke up feeling decidedly unsettled. It didn’t help that the phone rang while ♀ was at the gym. I have a feeling it was the front desk asking why we hadn’t checked out yet. We always ask for a late check out, but we seem to get an early call or the key doesn’t work or something. I think the rest of the trip will be even harder as the places we’ve called so far have an 11 am check out and late is noon. In the states it was noon and 1 pm.

Anyway, before we left Spokane ♀ wanted to make one more stop and wouldn’t you know it she found an ataman. She’s got this thing about ataman’s lately. I think we had one that we kept toys in when I was a kid. This one holds two little ataman’s inside and the top is a tray if you turn it upside down.   If you’d seen how full our car was before we stopped you might have thought there was no way in hell that big box was going to fit, but you don’t know ♀. She’s an expert at packing and making things fit. It really is an amazing thing.  Actually, I tell a lie. That stop was in some town in Idaho. I know that because I noticed none of the motorcycle riders we saw were wearing helmets.

The only really notable thing about the drive to the border was we stopped at a bistro in Sandpoint, Idaho for lunch. We shared a really tasty sandwich and some pasta salad. Our waitress was short (I had to get ♀ wine glass because the waitress couldn’t reach it) and curvy and very cute, except her pants were to big so she had droopy drawers.

I told ♀ that when I was in my teens, girls that looked like that made me weak in the knees. I’ve always been attracted to short and curvy…Just like ♀.  She wondered out loud the same thing I’ve asked myself a thousand times; why did I spend 10 years with tall, angular and passionless? Lack of confidence, low self-esteem, not being honest with myself or maybe it was more a question of just not knowing me. That led to an interesting discussion on not discovering my sissy self until later in life and how that could have been a factor in some terrible life decisions. If we assume that I’ve always been a sissy (I’m talking about needing to be submissive) it stands to reason I would look for relationships with a dominate personality. And if I wasn’t aware that I was doing that and if the person I was involved with had no conscience it’s easy to see how I could be taken advantage of. I’m not suggesting that it wasn’t my fault. I’m responsible for those decisions. It just helps to understand the ‘how and why’.

We called her dad to see if he wanted anything from the duty-free store and he somehow had managed to get the weeks mixed up so he’s not even going to be in Kelowna next weekend. ♀ thought she remembered my aunt saying she wouldn’t be there either. So we spent some time trying to decide what plan ‘B’ should be. We called my mom to see if we should meet them, but that wasn’t going to work. We were amused to hear it was pissing rain at the coast. It was nice and sunny here.

We stopped at a little shit-hole just before the border to fill the car up and buy a couple of bottles. The border crossing was tiny and seemed…ummm…not very secure. Note to self: if I take up smuggling, that crossing might be worth the drive. We had considered spending a night in Creston, but it turned out to be not much so we decided to push on. At first we were going to go to the Ainsworth Hot Springs, but decided to take a detour to <Nelson> instead. To get there we needed to drive an hour to take a 35 minute ferry ride across Kootenay Lake. Along the way we passed the <Glass House>. It’s a round house on the shore of the lake made entirely out of empty formaldehyde bottles. We didn’t go in, but stopped and took some pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shortly after that we came upon a motorcycle accident. A guy had hit a patch of gravel on a corner (it was a very twisty highway) and down he went. His bike was totaled, but other then some road rash on his face didn’t seem to be hurt. It could have been sooooo much worse. I couldn’t help thinking about the riders we saw in Idaho.

The ferry ride across the lake at sunset was nice. We stood up on the top deck and made out like high school kids. It was another 30 minutes to the hotel and by the time we arrived, we’d had enough. It’s a funny thing about road trips, they involve a lot of driving. We stayed at another Best Western in the old part of town. Cool looking building and the room is nice. Had an Ok dinner at the hotel restaurant, and then had a soak in a not-very-hot hot tub. We met a couple from Kamloops and talked for a bit. I think we must sound like newly-weds just moving out of our parents house. Like we’re buying our first apartment together and new furniture and making all these plans for when we won’t be living with grumpies anymore.

Life begins when the kids move out and the pets all die!

We talked to Junior. He was hung-over, but it didn’t sound like anything earth shattering had been going on. We talked to D and he sounds confident that the rest of our subjects will be removed before the Tuesday deadline. We called ahead and booked 2 nights at the <Ainsworth Hot Springs.> The plan now is: after Ainsworth we’ll just spend an afternoon at the Nakkusp Hotsprings, then 2 nights in Revelstoke with my uncle, and the last 2 nights….we’re not sure…maybe Shuswap Lake.

We watched the closing ceremonies of the Olympics before we made love. Unfortunately, her tummy was bothering her and she wasn’t able to have an orgasm.

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After we checked out of our over-priced and not very good hotel, we went to <Powell’s Book Store>. Holy doodle, that place is huge. We could have spent days and days there. It just goes on and on. We got an instructional book on cartooning for Mini, a book on special needs students for ♀ and a whole whack of erotica for me. Big surprise, huh?

Once again we gave a prayer to the GPS gods. There’s no way we could have found our way out of Portland’s downtown core without it. It was over 30c when we hit the road and we were kinda dreading the 5.5 hour drive to Spokane, but it ended up not being too bad. There was little traffic and the road was very straight. We were able to drive 120kmh pretty much the whole way. It was a lot like I imagine driving across the prairies would be like. I guess it wasn’t quite as flat, but wow…not a tree or a town for sooo long. It was just sage brush and low brown hills for miles. It would be a good drive to do at night. You really wouldn’t miss much.

I drove the first 3.5 hours and we talked lots and ♀ read erotica out loud from one of our new books.  We stopped and had a little picnic and filled the car up and ♀ drove the rest of the way. I read her some more dirty stories from a different book and I tried to masturbate. I wasn’t able to come, but it was fun being naked in the car and touching myself like that. I think she enjoyed it as well. We talked a lot about marrying a gay man (her first husband) then marrying a sissy and why it was important to tell Junior about his dad and why it’s not so important to tell the boys about me. We also talked about whether or not we’d disclose that information to perspective playmates or not and why couples might be a better bet then singles. It was really nice just talking like that…about this that and the other. We truly do enjoy each others company.

We got smart this time and pre-booked a room at a hotel just north of Spokane.  Nice and big and clean and the pool is open 24 hours and the WiFi is free and the sports bar across the street was really good. We went there for dinner and I had a couple of <‘Moose Drool’>. They were dark and tasty. Our waitress was also dark and tasty and super friendly. After dinner, ♀ shaved my head and I shaved her pussy and then we went for a swim. It was kind of a dinky pool and the jets in the hot tub didn’t work, but we had it to ourselves…it wasn’t so bad.

After our swim we decided to go back to the sports bar for a night cap. The waitress had already done last call and cashed out, but she let us stay for a couple more drinks anyway. I gave her a really good tip.

When we got back to our room we spent some time on-line figuring out how the next week is going to unfold. We’ve decided not to do the entire circle tour of the <Kootenay hot springs>. We’re going to do 3 of them over the next 3 days, then spend 2 nights in Revelstoke and 2 nights in Kelowna before we head home to face the world.

We had lovin’s, but only ♀ was able to come. That’s OK, I get way more then my share. After we were done she stuck the butt plug in me and said I had to leave it in until she removes it when she gets up. I guess that means I’ll be sleeping with it in. That’s something I haven’t done before.

♀ says:

Another king size bed but this one is hard and will be hard to sleep on. I am planning on going to the gym in the morning. I really have not stuck to my diet and had very little activity. I am going to get bigger really fast and that is unacceptable.

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We spent a 2^nd night at Cannon Beach and headed out pretty much as soon as I got up. ♀brought me eggs benny from Mo’s.

It had stopped raining and the wind had died down, making it a very pleasant day for driving. We passed through a bunch of one horse towns, but the only one we stopped at was Tillamook to buy some wine and cheese. We’d only been driving for a few minutes after that when ♀ decided she was horny. I offered to bend her over the front of the car and fuck her guts out on the side of the highway, but she decided she’d rather just switch places. So I drove while she played. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to come, but it was still hot watching (out of the corner of my eye) and listening and smelling her play. She said she wasn’t frustrated and that she was thinking of it as foreplay…just a tease for later.

The views from along the highway were truly awesome. What an amazing stretch of road. Even though it was sunny with only a light breeze, the waves crashing against the rocks were still very impressive. That road must be a bitch to maintain and drive in the winter though.

We stopped for lunch at The Spanish Head Inn just outside of Lincoln City. Wow! It’s a hotel built into a vertical bluff. The restaurant is on the very top of the hotel, 10 floors above the sand. It was spectacular.  We had crab and artichoke dip for lunch and seriously considered spending the night.  In the end we decide to continue on. Mostly because it was still quite early in the day and besides the beach and humping there really wasn’t much else to do. Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s just that there are other things we’d planned on doing while we’re down here.

Our next stop was the Sea Lion Caves. It’s a funny thing about this trip; I get little flashes of things I’ve done before, but the order is all different and there are huge gaps and none of the details are the same. So it’s like doing it all for the first time, but not quite. If you know what I mean.  ♀ says it’s because I wasn’t happy the last time. That makes sense. She’s loving it and to see that makes me happy so it’s all good. Anyway, the caves were massive and the day we went were completely devoid of sea lions. They were all out playing in the sunshine. Apparently on busy summer days there are as many as 150 in there and in the winter more then 500. The guy we were talking to said the noise is so intense you need to wear ear plugs.

Our last stop before we headed NE was Florence and we’d decided we were going to treat ourselves and stay someplace nice overlooking the ocean. Unfortunately, Florence isn’t on the ocean, doh. But we did find a very nice room at the Best Western overlooking the Old Town and the Siuslaw River (still water, right?) WiFi problems again, but the room was very nice. There’s an indoor pool, but we didn’t make it down to that. We had lovin’ as soon as we got unpacked, but ♀ wasn’t able to come again. She said I shouldn’t take it personally, but it’s hard not to.

We had an email from D saying the bank is dragging their feet with our mortgage. He told them that he’s acting as our agent and if they can’t get it through on time, we’ll find someone who will. I like D.

♀ & I talked a bit about the sale and her equity before me and if she was OK with everything. (She owned the townhouse before I came along and it’s still just in her name) She said I supported her through school. I said she supported me through the trial. She said we’re probably giving Junior close to 20K and she didn’t have much more equity then that when I came along so she says it’s all good. I just don’t ever want it to be an issue.

We went to The Waterfront Depot Restaurant for dinner. It’s in an old railway station. It was small and crowded and the food was really really good. The crab stuffed mushroom caps were the best I’ve ever had and my seafood pasta…sooo yummy. ♀ had chicken was breaded and fried. It was tasty enough, just not what she was expecting. We even had dessert. That’s something we don’t do very often. It had a Spanish name that meant ‘3 milks’. It was a cake soaked in 3 different kinds of milk. It was surprisingly light and very tasty. So we each had 2 drinks, the appy, entres, dessert, 2 coffee and I had a Bailey’s and the total….$73. We would have paid double for that at home.

She didn’t last long after we got back from dinner. That’s the first day of our holidays that she hasn’t had a Big O. I took some pictures of her sleeping though. She’s so sexy. I must be the luckiest sissy in the whole world!!!

♀Says:

WOW I can lie across the bed and not be hanging off. I think sss should buy me a king size bed. That was way too cool.

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If ♀ had to pick a time of day when she’s the horniest, it would be mid-afternoon. I’m not saying that every afternoon at 3 pm her clitty goes buzz buzz (though that would be sweet). Just generally speaking it’s when she’s most likely thinking about sex. I have a theory about that. I think it’s because most afternoons Mini is with us or she’s at work so sex (with me) at 3 pm is almost never an option.

One day last week Mini wasn’t here, Junior was at work, and ♀ wasn’t so when I got up we realized we could have an entire afternoon all to ourselves. Yippee! It was of course very tempting to stay in and have a naked day, but the sun was shining and we convinced ourselves there would be time for that later.

Exercise is a big factor in her weight loss goals and we try to work out an hour every day. Walking is one of our favourite activities (for some reason sex doesn’t count as exercise) and we’re always on the lookout for new places to go for walks. The day before our unexpected free afternoon, we found a guide book of local walks in a used book store so we decided to pick one to try.

The drive to get to the start of the walk involved a 10 minute ferry ride and while we waited for 40 minutes to get on the ferry, ♀ clitty started going buzz buzz. It didn’t take long for her top to come off and my pants to come down and she was going slurp slurp on my cock. I was enjoying myself and she seemed to like knowing people were walking past the car and could see what she was doing, but then a guy and his kids rode past on their bicycles and she decided we should wait.

We found the park where the walk was supposed to start and about 10 minutes along the trail we came across an old cemetery. ”How about in there?” I suggested. She did think about it…for all of a nano second before she said she couldn’t fuck in a graveyard. Btw, I have fucked in a graveyard before…full moon, windy, bats and owls…good times.

The next point of interest, according to our guide book was a little white church built in 1927 atop a grassy knoll with lovely views of the valley below. Not mentioned in the guide book was the small clearing behind the church overlooking an…

elementary school.

And that, dear readers is where we lay down and did the nasty; behind a church, above a school. Don’t worry, I’m quite sure nobody witnessed our debauchery. 

As for the rest of our walk, well we couldn’t find the right path after that and all we found were mosquito’s and poison ivy. Who knows, maybe there was a witness and She was pissed.

HHNT

sss 

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