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: 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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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

Visiting Ann


The ten days I just spent with Ann St Vincent were probably ten of the best days of my life.  It was truly an amazing, wonderful, beautiful time with her.  Our last night together we went to a tattoo shop and I got a permanent reminder of this trip.

I don’t know how other people view tattoos, but I see them like a book mark or a stamp in a passport.  What it is doesn’t matter as much as when, where, and who I got it with.  Being in Ann’s city, at the end of a fantastic trip, with Ann at my side was what mattered.  It could have been a terrible butterfly tattoo (it isn’t) because it’s the memories and experiences it represents that are important.  It’s a reminder of those ten days that I will carry with me forever.  There are very few certainties in life, we never know what tomorrow will bring, but this is a way for me to mark an amazing experience that I not only want to never forget, but want to be constantly reminded of.  Ink and memories may fade but I know this tattoo will always make me smile.

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Up at dumbass-late


For some strange reason I find myself wide awake at this ridiculous time of night, writing on my laptop in Ann’s living room rather than curled up naked with her in bed.  I kind of drifted off for a while when we laid down together but only a few minutes later was struck by the insomnia bug, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling, heart racing as though I’d just finished an espresso.  It’s even raining out, which is normally better than sleeping pills for me.  What the fuck is up?  I don’t know.

The trip to see Ann has been better than I could have wished for, she’s an amazing hostess (in many, many ways) and we’ve been having a really good time together.  Yes, there has been an amazing amount of sex so far, to be expected (yet always appreciated), but that will probably be thoroughly explored in later posts.  Right now, I want to talk about change. Continue reading

A Closed Relationship


Ok, ladies.  You wanted honesty after my last post, here you go:

So, after only a month or so of being in our open relationship Ann and I have decided to close it.

I originally suggested the open relationship because Ann and I were still pretty new and being monogamous in a long distance relationship can be problematic.  Ann is also freshly out of her Marriage, so she’s a lot closer to her “sowing wild oats”  phase than I am.  Forcing her to be monogamous so early in the relationship would have been a terrible idea, especially since she so quickly enjoyed the benefits of being open after our trip together.

So, we tried out being open, but it was obviously creating friction between Ann and I when I used my benefits (which should be pretty apparent if you’ve read her blog over the past few days).

For me, being in a closed relationship is fairly easy since I’ve been divorced for years already.  I had my fun, now my sex drive waxes and wanes depending on my partner, no good partner means very little sex drive.  Good partner and we can fuck for days on end.  So, only having sex every 3-4 months when Ann and I see each other shouldn’t be a problem for me.

And yet… I’m more nervous for our relationship now than I was before. Continue reading

Chef, maid, and/or girlfriend wanted


I’m in the middle of going through these ancient boxes filled with all this shit that Cat and I accumulated over 10 years together, trying to sort the wheat from the chaff.  A lot of stuff is simply being thrown out, the questionable stuff I put aside to ask Cat if she wants it (I’m an asshole, but not that bad).  My living room is an ocean of piles, boxes, bags, and papers.  My dishes are piled up in the sink and the refrigerator is almost empty.  For dinner tonight?  Tuna salad made with tuna, salt, and old mustard (I was out of mayo) on dry toast.  Yeah, whoopee.  The sheer number of things that need to be done tends to demoralize me to the point of being unable to do anything.

I was looking around my disaster of a home today and had this urge to write a Craigslist ad.  I wrote it out in my head, completely serious, before throwing out the idea because… well, you’ll see.  I thought it was great but could also understand why it might be taken the wrong way.  At the very least, I think it’s funny.

 

Cook, maid, and/or girlfriend wanted:

As a single, busy, working professional (that’s also lazy) I find myself in a curious predicament.  I need someone to help clean up my tiny home, performing general tasks like vacuuming, dishes, and straightening up.  Occasionally, larger jobs such as sorting through boxes of random old souvenirs/photos/nick-knacks might also be required.  I am also interested in someone to plan, purchase groceries, and cook healthy meals.  Groceries will not come out of your pay, I will provide a weekly allowance for the expense.  I don’t eat dairy, gluten, or anything processed, unless I have no food in the fridge.  When the fridge is empty I frequent fast food places.  You can see why having healthy food available is required to maintain my sanity, manly figure, and digestive track.  Therefore, a person who can perform both duties of chef and maid will be given priority. Continue reading