Australia: The way more fun threesome pt 1

It was Sunday morning.  Vivian got an early text from B, saying that she was going to swing by for a bit.  Yes, the same B that remarked that I’d looked like Vivian’s bitch the previous day.  The comment didn’t bother me because she hadn’t seen me and Vivian together outside the club.

We all had coffee and a laid back chat.  B and Vivian are frequent playmates and both kinky, so the conversation quickly got dirty.  Her and Vivian talked about how awesome it was to be fisted.  Then Vivian looked at me, turned to B, and remarked at how it would be really awesome to both get fisted at the same time.


Vivian worried for a moment that she’d made me uncomfortable but as far as I was concerned the only thing better than one beautiful, naked woman in Australia was two beautiful, naked women in Australia.  If they wanted to play than I was all for it. Continue reading

Australia: Christmas Eve

Vivian had Christmas eve and day off, so that was the first significant time during the trip that we could spend the together uninterrupted.  That morning we took a leisurely couple hours playing before getting out of bed.  It was nice not to have to rush or feel bad about making her late for work.  Her hip was bothering her a bit but we managed to work around it pretty well.

A few days earlier, Vivian had asked me how I met Sharn.  I told her that I was a blogger and shared a link to this blog.  Afterwards, I asked her what she wanted to be called in future posts since I’d be writing about the visit.  Christmas Eve morning she decided on Vivian as her nom de plume.

I forget how the topic came up, but that morning Vivian also threatened to turn me into her Christmas tree for the year.  The previous Christmas Vivian had suspended B (who will come up a few times in these posts) upside down, wrapped her in Christmas lights, and inserted a lit candle into her.  Vivian showed me a photo she took of the “Christmas tree”, it was both erotic and artistic.  She threatened to buy a Santa hat and use me for her tree that year.  I wasn’t entirely opposed to that idea. Continue reading

Australia: the third night with Vivian

Vivan had to work the first week or so I was in Australia.  Fortunately, as the days passed we managed to get her out the door in the morning a bit earlier, maybe not on time but at least not an hour late like the first morning.

The third day I got a text from Vivian while she was at work asking if I liked steak.  Um, I’m a red-blooded, American male, steak is the largest food group.  Closely followed by beer, of course.  She liked to cook and wanted to make dinner.

I offered to get the wine.  Anything with “New Zealand” and “Pinot Noir” on the label, I was told.  I got one bottle as she suggested, then found a Shiraz to show her one that I liked.

Being the helpful individual I am, I offered to help Vivian in the kitchen when she got home with a bag full of groceries.  Yeah, I got a big “No!” from her.  She is very possessive of the kitchen when she’s cooking, so I stood outside the imaginary divide and watched her work. Continue reading

Australia: Second night with Vivian

**I wasn’t planning on writing about every day with Vivian but there were at least a couple fun/funny notes from each day.  I suppose I could do some sort of “Best of” post and just hit the highlights but then those notes would lose their context, which is half of what makes them amusing.  So, sit back and enjoy lots and lots of context.**

I almost felt bad for Vivian as she left for work that first morning.  Neither of us had gotten any sleep.  Notice how I said “almost”?  Yeah, that night had been way too pleasant to regret, though I wasn’t the one that had to work all day.  I took a lazy day, bumming around the apartment.

That evening Cern came over to hang out with Sharn.  There’s something almost strange about meeting people in real life after reading about them.  Maybe it’s just me but my imagination always creates these mythical characters and when I meet them I have to reconcile what’s in my head with the person standing in front of me.  It’s not a bad thing, it’s just interesting.

Cern was a lot like most of the Australian guys I met, someone I’d be happy to get a beer with.  Nice, laid back, and easy to talk to.  He actually brought beer, so we had a few together.  I got to see him and Sharn together, they were pretty cutesy. Continue reading

Australia: Vivian

If you read the post about the big freaking spider you know I need to introduce Vivian.  Well, it’s more than just that one, pretty much every important story from Australia revolves around her.  When I’m on a trip I like to take notes about the little details that really make the moments, the specific words used, the order of the actions, and I have to say that my notes about my first night with Vivian are quite amusing.  It’s a condensed version of the following story and it makes me smile a lot to read the notes, remember, and write about it.

When I arrived in Australia, staying with Sharn for two weeks, it became apparent that she was going to be quite a bit busier with Cern than she originally thought.  She suggested that I spend a bit more time with her roommate, Vivian.  Well, she actually said that Vivian had told her that the only reason I was staying with them was to torture her.  She also said that if I was going to spend more time with Vivian to be careful with her, that she hadn’t had an easy year.

Vivian hadn’t been around a whole lot until that point, we’d had a few short conversations but that was about it.  She was cute, fun, and could hold a good conversation but I didn’t really know much about her.  I decided that should change.  (Just so you know, she’s read some of this blog and chose her own pseudonym for these posts.) Continue reading

Romance and media

I had a long talk with my mom the other night. My parents had just returned from an extended weekend trip to a very small town on the coast.  We talked about a lot of things and came around to the difficulty my mom had finding a paperback to read on the long road trip back home.

There were plenty of books for my mom to choose from but apparently small town life leads to lonely hearts and most of the books were romance novels.  My mom is more of a crime thriller woman. She was amazed at how many romance novels there were and that they were so popular.

Her opinion, why would she read about romance when she already has love in her life? Continue reading

Mile high-ish

I’ve always wanted to join the Mile High Club.  If I forgot to add that to the Bucket List I’ll have to go back and put it in.  Seriously, it’s a really big goal for me… just to say I got laid in flight.

There are obvious complications with trying to have sex on a plane, especially on a commercial flight.  The bathrooms are tiny and there’s always a line, the risk of getting busted would be high.  The seats are cramped, the flights are full, so messing around in the seats would be difficult… even if only for a subtle BJ.  Maybe some mutual masturbation under a blanket but you’d have to be seated next to each other and hopefully be the only two in that section of seats, and I don’t think that would qualify for the Mile High Club.

But it’s always been a dream of mine, complications or no.  One day I will figure out a way to make it happen.  No BJs or HJs, I want to fuck in flight.  It’ll happen. Continue reading

Yes, that’s my ass

johnny ass

Ann and I were having a conversation about the popularity of her blog the other day.  I kept telling her that she’s practically a celebrity, she said it was only because she showed her tits.  They are pretty amazing.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: Yeah, and [your tits] are extraordinary.  Mine wouldn’t generate much traffic.  😉

Ann: Your ass would.

Me: ROFL.  Maybe I should test that theory.

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Strange sex scene

I’m a rabid reader, I always have a couple books going.  Normally, what I’ll do is check out the free books listed on Amazon in whatever genre I’m feeling like reading.  Of course, free books are of questionable quality sometimes, but that can be half the fun.

Yesterday though, I read a strange sex scene that actually really creeped me out.  I’m not going to call out the author or book here because I’m sure the writer put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into writing it.  She’s a self-published author and I think this is her only book, so she deserves a lot of credit for putting herself out there.

The book is about America after some crazy nuclear attacks that wipe out huge portions of the states.  The survivors are running around, trying to find food and group together, and fight the crazy-violent-types that come out of the woodwork.  There are some really strange themes that run through the book, military branches, patriotic, magic, weird sexual stuff, and man vs. nature stuff too.

Anyway, this sex scene. Continue reading

Poetry Feedback – #2

This is the second poem that was submitted for feedback.  A big thank you to Mark Baron for letting me go over his villanelle.


I kissed her on her alabaster skin,
Where sun-sent bronze had never staked its claim,
And marveled at the joys I found therein.

She did as well, as evidenced in grin.
And as a blush spread quick throughout her frame,
I kissed her on her alabaster skin.

Her form, less hourglass, more violin,
I stroked, love’s melodies seeking to tame,
And marveled at the joys I found therein.

Though ne’er a great composer have I been,
When played on her, a symphony became;
I kissed her on her alabaster skin.

With every cobbled note I did begin,
An aria of lust from out her came,
I marveled at the joys I found therein.

And then the great crescendo of our sin,
She shuddered, and as dully grew her flame,
I kissed her on her alabaster skin,
And marveled at the joys I found therein.

– Mark Baron Continue reading