Pissed

I’m fucking pissed right now. I really don’t feel like going into detail but I am pissed. People should stay out my way. Only place I could say this in entirety. Fuming >=(

Two Sides

Been Thinking about how everything has two sides to it lately. When you’re in a relationship, there’s the you in the relationship and the you outside of it. Then, there’s the you when you’re alone and no one is watching and the you in front of your friends/acquaintances. Mostly I think there’s a real disconnect between who we say we are, and who we really are. I can’t help but look at people passing by and wishing I could read minds. I would love to know who they are on the inside and what makes them tick. What gets them horny. What does, or rather, does not make them sad. I think it’d be the most fascinating knowledge in the world. I also think we’d come to find out that people are usually full of it, and that we have way more in common than we ever realized. I’d venture to say jealousy sometimes stems from watching people be themselves while you feel like you can’t be yourself. So this picture is going to be dedicated to the two sides of me.

Also, consider this picture s a continuation from the submission to Gillian’s “Guess The Blogger” post.

Interacting with non-sex bloggers?

How do you guys feel about interacting with non-sex bloggers on your sex blog? I always want to follow cool yoga blogs, or blogs about cooking (because I can’t and any tip would be helpful), or most preferably a really cool ass tech/game/computer blog. However I feel like the naked guy showing up on your blog might piss you off/ people won’t take to kindly to me participating on their sites.

Do you follow/participate on non-sex blogs and how do people take it? I feel like I’d be the naked pervert guy- Not really the look I want to go for….

What Can I Say, I love Boobies

I love Boobies!

Fucking a Stranger’s Wife While He Watched

This is a long one, something I’ve been hiding for some time. Not becuase of being ashamed or haed what I had done. In fact those are the reasons why I have not spoken about this to another soul.

They were in a bar. A swinger’s bar. I knew this going in but, I didn’t expect to take anyone home that night. Mostly because I figured as a single male, that was going an impossible feat within itself. I however wanted to be wanted. I wanted someone to want to fuck my brains out.

Upon arriving I did what I would normally do. I got a drink. Watched the scene a little bit, and I mingled.  The one up I had in the whole situation was that I knew well enough to engage the men. I complimented their wives, but I let them hold my attention. I asked them questions, mirroring their jokes and mannerism. I assume that’s what makes me slightly dangerous sometimes, but it worked.

Fast forward, and I’m in a car with them. We’re off to my house. All the time the thought is racing through my head “I’m going to fuck another man’s wife”. Oh fuck.

I don’t know how I got myself into this situation. I tried so hard for so long. It seemed like a fairy tale. This was a story I’d read about on some blog, or watch in some person. Somehow this was me now. I was going to commit to flesh the very deed I had so long sought after.

Addendum: I wanted this particualr situation. I honeslty don’t know if I could swing while actually in a relationship. At the time I didn’t know if I’d like fucking like that. How it would feel. It was all so surreal. I knew I just wanted to try an experience that was unique. something that would give me a clue into what I would want to do in the future and really just a jumping off point.

In my apartment, the husband and I sat. We chatted for a bit while his wife got herself ready in my bathroom. Within minutes she emerged. Quite honestly one of the sexiest women I had ever seen nude, in the flesh in my sntire life. She had the body, but she also radiated a sexual fire that I had rarely seen before. She was a little nervous but clearly okay with it. She sat between us. Her husband and I coupled a breast and treated her body to our tongues and touches. In reality he did most of the work. I was too in awe by the sitation to do much. I fingered her lightly while he cupped her breast and kissed her.

This was passion I had heard about. her body had been completely surrendered to us. We played with it to our delights. This is where things took a turn. I didn’t know if we’d had a threesome or maybe I’d just watch. She complained about being the only naked one in the room, and instinctively I dropped my pants. She lavishly sucked on my cock while her husband went down on her. Her soft lips and whirlwind tongue put me into ecstasy.

I put a condom on and without hesitation she bounced on top of my cock. I sucked on her breasts, rubbing my hands all over her body. I eas completely caught up in the moment. This continued you for a bit until I relaized her husband was watching us with a gaze I’d never forget. He stared at us like a child stares at seeing something amazing for the first time. He just wanted to drink the situation in as much as he could

He became our director. I became the instrument for another’s couple’s sexual fullfillment. Every position had to be satisfying to me and them. I bent her over the couch and she spread her legs wide, ass in the air, head down. I lost control a little bit. I fucked her as hard as possible, wathcing her ass jiggle with each thrust. Before I knew it she had almost disappeared into the couch because I had been hitting her with ever increasing force.To make things  better I lay her on her back andspread her legs wide. Holding her ankle I gave her husband a magnificient view of my cock spreading his wifes lips and causing her to writhe in ecstasy. She put her arms around my neck and I picked her up. holding on to her ass I picked her up and carried her to a makeshift bed. I carried her while still fucking her. I’ve never been anle to repeat this. It was pure primal passion. I wanted to fuck her so well that they’d never forget me. On the bed I threw her legs back and pounded her until I came.

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Acceptance in a Relationship

I’m having trouble deciding what things need to be accepted in a relationship, and what has to bee cast aside. I have a future post that will make this a little bit more clear (Alas, I’ve kept some things). I just can’t decide how much is too much.

My ex and I were fantastic. Things I never thought of, became realities with her- both sexual and non sexual. She’s the one who got me into pegging, but was also the one person outside of select family and friends that I can say I truly loved. It was always good. We had rough patches, but at the end of the day she was mine and there was nothing I would not do for her. Eventually we broke up because that’s what happens in life, but even to this day I harbor no ill will towards her. Actually, I think about her quite a bit. Partially because I miss her, because I know deep down I’ll always miss her. But I’d say mostly because I don’t think I’ll ever find someone so accepting of me and my thoughts as much as she did.

Fast forward to now and I feel that I can’t be accepted as is. That I eventually just need to concede some things because in reality they will either never happen, or because I’ll wind up losing other things I care about.

Case in point, you can’t just drop nudist beaches in a conversation. In fact, if I told a girl I’m dating that I have nudist friends I want to hang out with one of three things will happen. She’ll think I’m cheating on her with the other girls- which I wouldn’t do if we’re monogamous/never in friendly nude situations, I’m gay- I’m definitely not, or I’d just get a flat out rejection and maybe some ridicule and backlash. I very much believe in the idea behind social nudity which is basically that there is nothing wrong with your plain naked body. You should not have to feel ashamed for who you are and what you look like. If there is no sex involved it can be a wonderfully liberating experience, and I fully agree with those who practice it all the time. Unfortunately that won’t go over so well with most women- or at least the ones I’ve met. They don’t want me to look at their cunts, let alone walk around naked in a room with just us too.

Then there’s sex. How do you drop the notion of non-monogamy into the mix. I believe very much in monogamy and non-monogamy. Different strokes for different folks. Somehow bringing up the idea that I’ve even thought about it- not practiced it, not saying it’s def. for me- just thought about it raises red flags. All of a sudden I’m a problem guy that doesn’t care about my partner. I thought by exploring my thoughts and the literature out there, then sharing it, I was being a good partner? At the very leaset I would want us to do it as a couple, not me as a solo. i could think of nothing more pleasing, yet terrifying (I mean I haven’t done this with a S/O) than exploring her fantasies with her, even if they includes other people from time to time.

What about kink, exhibitionism, pegging, erotica, etc? I’ve dabbled in all of those. Not a single one defines me. Just because I may want to take photos for the blog once in a while does not mean I’m going to sleep with your best friend. I’m not that much of an ashole. They’re just things I like to do and/ore share from time to time.

I guess I’m feeling defeated on being too much of what people don’t want. I get the feeling there’s a stereotype I’m failing to meet in almost every way, making me the  complete opposite of WYSIWYG. What makes it worse is that I know couples like this exist. Not only in the movies but in real life, and they’re some of the happiest pople I’ve ever met and I really envy them sometimes.

I think the worst part is feeling that my thoughts are wrong, or not valid because they go against a social norm, or traditional values. I feel like I think really hard about the things I believe in. I’ve either done, or researched it to death and formed my opinion based on facts and reflection before I  let it become part of me. It sucks for feeling wrong for things you believe, or for things you’re just not sure about yet.  What happened to exploring yourself and the things that make you you?

Star Trek Holodeck for Sex?

The holodeck from Star Trek is the ultimate sex machine.

This is slightly wierd, but stay with me. On star Trek, they have a thing they use call the holodeck. From Wikipedia, the definition of a holodeck is as follows: A holodeck, in the fictional Star Trek universe, is a simulated reality facility located on starships and starbases.

As I watch this episode, they’re basically living out a life from the 1950′s in all of its complete reality. Even the sights, smell, and sensations feel real. So what if they used it for sex?

Could you imagine what could be made? You could make your own sex dungeon. Or complete over the top orgy. Like a pornstar? There she is fucking you. Have a husband? Now you have 5 of him to please you in 5 different ways at once. I just think that the implications are extraordinary and it would really give insight into the way that people see sex, and how they manifest their desires. Shit, it would also just make sex a hell of a lot more fun. I could only imagine. Good thing I don’t live in the future, because they would not be able to get me out of that thing, I swear.

Lying Naked in Bed

Holy shit, it’s the special 100th Wanton Wednesday post! Well, I know everyone will be celebrating by dressing wild, doing crazy things, etc. But I say, fuck all that noise. Let’s stay in bed and have fun. There’s always room for one more.

Happy WW to everyone else out there