It seems an appropriate time to write this post as I’ve just received an email from Blogger about their new content guidelines. (I post on both sites, Blogger and WordPress. As far as I know, WP policies aren’t changing.)
In the coming weeks, we’ll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We’ll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content.
The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we’ve made private.
Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won’t experience any interruptions in service. Continue reading
I was actually a little nervous going into the threesome with Vivian and B. Months previously I’d been in a somewhat notorious attempt at a threesome that didn’t turn out very well (I’d link to it but it’s already one of my top viewed posts, sigh). As if that weren’t enough, I’d never been with more than one woman at a time and we didn’t really discuss anything beforehand, we just jumped into bed. What was I supposed to/allowed to do?
Whatever, I decided that I wasn’t going to worry about myself at all. I was going to focus on giving the two ladies a good time and any attention thrown my way was just a bonus. Besides, there’s little I like more than pleasing women and I had an opportunity to do a lot of pleasing.
No one really took charge as we went into Vivian’s bedroom so I took some initiative. Me and B were basically already naked from being tied, Vivian still had on her dress. I got Vivian down on the bed, slid up her dress and got between her legs. Continue reading
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
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
**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
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
There have been a couple times that sex ended up being less pleasurable than painful. Twice, I’ve almost had to make a hospital visit after fooling around.
The first time:
When Cat and I were newlyweds we lived in a tiny cabin on the outskirts of our small home town. It was also on the edge of the state graveyard, I’ve got a few ghost stories which I’ll probably write about some time.
Like most newlyweds, we were fucking constantly. As a twenty year old, that was about as good as I thought life could be. At that point, Cat had never had an orgasm but she was still eager in the bedroom. We were working on her problems together but she didn’t mind them. She as focused on perfecting her own technique and wanted to practice on me at every opportunity. Continue reading
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
**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. This particular post was written my flight home.**
(I wrote this post on the plane ride home after the visit with Ann.)
American Airlines has this weird boarding music, a solo piano player doing top 40 hits with no vocals. It’s an interesting, slightly disconcerting sound track. You sit down, hardly noticing the quiet, slow paino tunes until it tickles an ear worm… then you spend the next three minutes trying to figure out what song it is.
(Not my video, but glad someone else thought it was strange enough to be note worthy)
In theory, the music should be pretty neutral, pop that has been toned down a bit by the solo piano. However, on this flight, for some reason every tune seems distinctly melancholy.
But maybe that’s just me. Leaving is always a melancholy affair.
Once again, I’m on a plane flying away from my love. Considering the awful experiences I’ve had with the airlines, I’m starting to feel like I’m being kicked while I’m already down. It’s not fair, but then life rarely is.
**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.**
One of the things about visiting Ann that might have been really awkward was meeting her ex-husband.
Ann set up a good schedule beforehand but at least once we would be picking up or dropping off her son with the ex. Sure, I could have made an excuse and bowed out but the purpose of the trip was to see how well Ann and I got along with each other in our normal lives, meeting the people in her life was one part of that. He might be her ex but he’s also the father of her son and will obviously play some role in her life for the foreseeable future. We needed to know if we could get along. Continue reading