The Lovely Blog Award


 

I’m going to take a brief break from all of my Visiting Ann posts to do something a little different.  Don’t worry, there are still plenty of fun stories from the trip and they’ll all get posted soon.  I just need a few short moments to acknowledge an award, Johnny Id style.

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While “lovely” is not a word I would ever use to describe Id’s Redbook, because I was nominated by the wonderful Ann St. Vincent I will graciously accept the award.  Well, “gracious” is another word I wouldn’t use to describe this blog, maybe “ludicrous”, “ridiculous”, or “harmful for persons under the age of 21″?  However, because it is the amazing Ann I will try to accept as “graciously” as I can.

I was nominated by Ann in her post I now have a Lovely Blog Award.  Yes, the nomination was put up quite a while ago but I’ve been otherwise occupied -with Ann- until now, so hopefully she’ll forgive me.  I could have spent more time online while I was with her but somehow I think delaying the post was the appropriate solution. Continue reading

What’s acceptable online?


What’s kind of ironic is that this post was started days ago and recent events have just added further incentive to finish it.

When I wonder what’s appropriate online, my first thought is whether or not it’s something that I would say to someone’s face.   Or, how would I feel if the roles were reversed?  This post I’m writing, who could be offended?  Is this something I would tell them in person?  This comment on a post I’m writing, is that something I would say to someone’s face?

If I said this to someone in person, would I get punched in the face?  Or vice versa.

I see a lot of stuff online that wouldn’t pass any of those tests (or shouldn’t, at least).  I see it and wonder what the hell is wrong with people.  Sexist, racist, disrespectful, hateful comments that people would never (should never) say to each other in real life. Continue reading

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Visiting Ann: 2-0, jacuzi pt 2


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

Continued from pt 1.

After our long, frustrating, sex-less drive we finally made it to our destination, a small town outside of Ann’s city.  We made our way through a few tourist attractions.  We had some fun and took some sickeningly cute selfies that won’t be shared here.

After the attractions it was starting to get dark so we made our way back to the hotel.  Ann had done some thorough research on the hotel and informed me that there was an outdoor jacuzzi.  And it was open late.   After some searching, wandering around the hotel in swim suits and bath robes, we found it.

The two other couples in the jacuzzi were leaving as we arrived.  Perfect.  Obviously, our intent was to mess around, the fewer patrons the better.  We entered the warm waters, watched the other patrons leave, and moved to the far end.  We kissed and cuddled in the hot water, our wet bodies sliding all over each other.  She sat on my lap, my arms wrapped around her, my hand sliding under her suit bottom.  Ann was wearing a two piece bathing suit, my fingers quickly found their way under her bottoms and into her pussy. Continue reading

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Visiting Ann: 2-0, Jacuzzi pt 1


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

Ann had quite a few things planned for my trip to her city.  I think she was trying to sell it to me a bit, which was understandable.  I love her, if I loved her city it would be that much more convincing for me to move there.

One of the things she had planned was a trip to one of the smaller towns a couple hours away.  Ann knows I’m not a city boy and figured it would be a nice break from the rat race.  The smaller town had a few large attractions and a number of wineries, perfect for a couple lovers on a mini-vacation.  She had even booked us a hotel room for the night so we could take our time and enjoy ourselves.

As we were getting ready to leave on the road trip we started fooling around a bit.  That was pretty ordinary, every time we had five minutes alone we were messing around.  The whole ten days of the trip we could barely keep our hands off each other. Continue reading

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Visiting Ann: Mindfulness


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

Those of you who recognize the term are probably wondering why a Buddhist phrase might apply to a very non-Buddhist, sex-filled vacation with Ann.  Keep reading and you’ll find out.

For those of you who don’t recognize the term, “mindfulness” is a phrase common in eastern religions and Buddhist texts.  According to Google:

Mindfulness: “A mental state achieved by focusing one’s awareness on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging and accepting one’s feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations.” Continue reading

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Visiting Ann: the kind-of threesome


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

Warning: this is a very unsexy post.  Very unsexy.  In fact, it’s probably the least sexy post every written about a “threesome”.  It’s probably also the most awkward post I’ll ever write.  I’m sorely tempted to simply skip it and let Ann say her piece, but with the high value I place on open, painful, base honesty it seems disingenuous to commit that sin of omission.  So, here we go.

Ann and I have had some pretty frank conversations about sex and fantasies.  I’m a pretty vanilla guy when it comes to what I like.  I’m easy to please, if Ann plays with my penis I’m a happy guy.  However, I might not be driven toward any fetishes but I’m pretty damn open to trying them out.  How will you ever know what you like until you try it?
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Visiting Ann: Some sex stories


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

Before you all get worked up, this isn’t erotica, sorry.  For now, it’s just some fun stories involving sex.

Ann has a fantastic capacity for orgasms.  With the right stimulus she can just roll through orgasms like no one I’ve ever seen, one after the other, after the other, after the other.  She told me once, somewhat embarrassingly, that’s she’s sometimes disappointed with sex if she only cums once because she knows how easy it would be to keep having the amazing orgasms.

I have this addiction to finding my partner’s most sensitive places and giving them as much pleasure as possible, for as long as possible.  I’ve described myself before as a conductor, playing my partner to the greatest crescendos possible.

Can you see where I’m going with this?  I love to play and she’ll just keep cumming.  We’re like a can of Pringles, once we start we can’t stop.  We’ll just keep going and going. Continue reading

Visiting Ann: Legos and a Quickie


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

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For most of my time with Ann her son stayed with his father.  We’d arranged the trip and their schedules to make sure we had plenty of alone time.  Even with the scheduling there were a couple times when her son was around, which didn’t bother me at all.

Part of the reason for the trip to see Ann in her own city was to let us see each other in a more natural, realistic setting.  Before, we spent five days on vacation together, which was fun but not necessarily an accurate picture of each other in our day to day lives.  Her son and family are a large part of her life, obviously we needed to know if I could fit in.  So, hanging out with her son was a vital part of the trip.

The first morning that he was with us he pulled out his Legos. Continue reading

Visiting Ann: Bacon and Fudge


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

Strangely, bacon came up several times during my visit with Ann, which is why this post is so long.  The stories get better as it goes, so stick with it to the end.  It’s worth it.

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(What could be more romantic than a heart made of bacon?) Continue reading

Visiting Ann: Sex toys


**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent.  These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics.  So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip.**

Have I mentioned recently how awesome Ann is?  Because she’s pretty damn awesome.  A while ago I did a post on male sex toys (sex toys on ebay) and how they all seemed creepy, weird, or uninteresting.  I mentioned how I looked through some sites and didn’t find anything remotely interesting.

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Ann took that as a challenge and spent some time shopping.  Before my visit she had told me that she bought some fun things to try. Continue reading