Andi isn't here anymore so I'm taking care of posting for a while. I'll see her at the weekend though so at least our first 'week' apart is only a few days. This entry is from just after we got back from the holiday and she went home to visit her Mum and bring Sue back to York.
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Okay, so still no threesomes with Lis, but still a very fun day – I really wish I’d known about Lis and Vicky before I arranged to go home as I’m sure we’ll be able to get something out of this...
Mike enjoyed hearing about Lis’ holiday fun last night and we wished that we had gone for a walk on the beach instead of listening into Anna and Holly that night. I know we wouldn’t have seen much, but it would have still been wonderful to watch Lis ...

I untied my realtor friend and suggested a game of hide and seek. “Hide and seek? That’s a fucking kid’s game!” She exclaimed. “Not the way I play it!” I quickly replied. “Look, you’re the one desperate for the sale.  If you really want it, you’ll play along.” She hung her head and mumbled okay. I left the room and came back a few seconds later. “Okay, here’s how we play. You take this, hide it in your cunt and seek an orgasm.” Her eyes lit up as I produced my wife’s black dildo. She licked her lips involuntarily and took the toy from my hand. She then proceeded to pleasure herself. I then told her I wanted to watch her make the dildo disappear. She moaned loudly ...

Yes, this has been a summer to remember. My computer has been acting up and its been painful to try and post since its running sooooo slow. But I can say...I have been extremely busy these past few weeks.
Mr. Electrician and I have really clicked. It's a weird connection and quite frankly his next month is so packed I will probably not see him. But he's slept over three times and I slept at his house as well. The sex is really good. And of course I will share the evenings....so worth the post. Doing it in front of his fireplace.....doing it in my gazebo outside. Oh it has been an unbelievable few weeks. We're going to a lecture together later this month. We're friends with fringe benefits. He's smart, he's fun, we grab dinner ...

A nice sleepy blowjob culminated with her kneeling near my head and rubbing her pussy in rhythm to me stroking myself. As usual, I was quicker to the finish.

I have thought about whether or not I should post this topic here quite a bit. What the hell - I can always delete it (famous last words by anybody who has ever regretted posting something on the internet).
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About a month ago, I went from drinking several beers (okay, more than several) every day to absolute zero, notta, none. There wasn't some traumatic event that occurred - a fight, an accident, or a sudden meeting with Jesus, but instead, a simple raised eyebrow from my doctor when I seemed evasive about the quantity and periodicity of my "few" beers. There was no big discussion per se, but more of a look of concern. And for me, that was all it took.
I don't doubt when people say that alcoholism is a disease, but ...

Many thanks to Advizor for stepping in at the last minute and hosting an impromptu Flash Fiction Friday while I was occupied last week. Thanks also for those who participated in the fun. Here are the folks who did play:
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com 
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com 
Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com 
Chocolate Puss:  http://chocolatepuss.tumblr.com 
Nilla:  http://vanillamom.wordpress.com 
Bilinda:  http://fantasiesofanunofficialconcubine.blogspot.com 
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com

Now, for the challenge and ...

1. I seem to have a nerve bundle along the left side of my outer labia that feels as good or better when touched as clitoral stimulation. I didn’t figure out how to touch myself with my hands until about three years ago. I’m 38. My husband refers to it as my true North having been dragged about a half inch to the left. I love that description and how funny and caring it is. Now when I want him to touch or lick me there, I call it true North.
2. I first masturbated at seven by rocking back and forth on the bench of my family piano when I should have been practicing. The bench had a poorly attached leg and would move when I played. That’s the first hint I had that something felt good between my legs, when it moved beneath me. This ...

Nikki took a while getting cleaned up before we left for dinner. She had the bathroom door open while she was finishing her hair and makeup and, since we were having a conversation, I stood leaning against the doorjamb. I had a great view. I could see her face and hair in the mirror and see her ass and hair from behind. I wasn’t exactly falling for Nikki but I damn sure liked the way she looked—pretty face, beautiful hair, and a little bit more backside than you might at first expect. And, her passion was undeniably attractive. No doubt about that. I couldn't figure out how any guy married to a woman with that much sexual energy could keep his hands off her for days let alone months or years.
She finished brushing her hair, turned and said, ...

I have been hard at work, my fellow Deviants, going back and tagging all my posts for your reading pleasure. It has been interesting to go back and see where this journey has led me the past three years.
I have gone from a married and miserable wife who is secretly a closeted whore who fucks men on the side to leaving my husband for one of those very men, Daddy, and starting a life with him.
Has it all been worth it? Have all the tears, upheaval and destruction of my family unit been worth it? Somedays I wonder. My relationship with Daddy is volatile, at best. We argue a lot. It is very sad that I left one relationship, where I was alone and emotionally abandoned, to this one where the arguing is frequent and nasty.
It is so ...

Sometimes there's a disconnect between the nerves in my cock and my ass. No matter how aroused I am, no matter how much lube or whether it's fingers or tongue - when my ass gets stimulated my cock softens up. The same happens if I get lucky enough to have my toes sucked - if I relax into it, enjoying the spread-out tingling that it sends up my spine, it's as if my cock decides to take some time off and let other erogenous zones do all the work for a moment.
Of course, this erotic sign is easy to misread. Some of my partners have been disappointed, fingering my soft cock like they’ve done something wrong: “Would you like me to stop?” one experienced kinkstress asked after delicately inserting a buttplug. It was intensely pleasurable - a ...

Many of my readers on several different occasions have asked me to write more about the ins and outs of my open relationship with my boyfriend, Adam. Tonight I feel inspired to do just that. This will the first of a few posts in a series I’m going to call Adventures in Open Relationship Land.
My boyfriend and I have decided to be in an open relationship on approximately five different occasions. Every time, we have gone a bit deeper into ACTUALLY enacting an open relationship. It was only two times ago that we finally put on paper some of the guidelines by which we’d like to conduct our open relationship. For me, this was so vital. Not in determining exactly how our open relationship will go—you never really know how it’s ...

This second post is about the myriad of products that Durex have sent me over the last few months. Deluxe First up is from the new range of ‘Feeling’ condoms from Durex, called Deluxe.  They are described as ‘the Diamond standard in thinness’, which is meant to offer you and your partner extra added closeness and new sensations. When Occam first opened the packet, we were both initially impressed by the superior packaging, and intrigued by the ‘micro fine’ condoms within.  We hoped these would be as mind blowing as Durex suggested.  Unfortunately, as soon Occam entered me I wasn’t immediately impressed: the condom felt very un-lubricated, which produced a slightly ‘wooden’ feeling.  Worried ...

She was beautiful, funny, sexy and adventurous. I flirted with her, teased her, watched her and laughed with her. We were easy together, and she was tactile – touching me and wanting to be touched at all times, sometimes openly, sometimes needing just a gentle acknowledgment in the lingering trailing finger. When I woke up this morning, I remembered her. I thought I recognised her, and tried to place her. I smiled at the thought of falling in love with her and the delicious feel and sight of her body. And then, the melancholy thought seeped into my consciousness that this had been a dream. Vivid, crystal clear and seemingly memories over many months, I realised it was just my unconscious mind creating the illusion of reality as I slumbered. ...

getting sucked, fucked, licked, kissed, teased, pumped, twisted, turned, bent over and heels over head ... and what a few months it has been.
The young'un is insatiable, both for me and what I teach him. I'm using the Dan Savage campsite rule "leave it better than you found it" and as such, I think the next woman in his life will probably name her first child (male or female) Scorpio. ;)
I've been keeping up some with various blogs I have on here ... as for Fooled Around and Fell In Love ... man, I must admit to being teary-eyed over your trials and tribulations of late. I look forward to reading the rest of the story (as do, I'm sure, the rest of your readers). Linda Sue is a little stressed out of late, which I can relate to ...

Last time I complained I came too fast.
In retrospect, maybe that wasn't the best idea.
Now, writhing in pre-orgasmic tension, I'm hissing at him through my teeth.
He takes my ankles in his hands and leans back down, flicking his tongue quickly over my swollen flesh.
In between suckling on tender lips and savoring my trigger-ready clit, he brings my earlier comments up for debate.
I don't care. I just want to cum.
He's waiting for me to beg but he knows better.
Pulling myself up and grabbing at him, he dodges like a prize fighter and laughs.
I'm not as amused as I look at his hard cock, poised perfectly between my open legs.
"Fuck me" I scream at him as I catch a chunk of his hair.
That's not ...

Although it seems unlikely, at this point, that I will ever have children, if I do manage to procreate, someone must buy me this.

Dear Isabella,
I'm 43 and I live with my long time girlfriend. She's 36. She's a nurse and works crazy hours and I am often home alone at the times I most want sex. We live in a gated apartment community near L.A. and the view from our apartment is one of the hot tubs. I was sitting on the balcony one night around 3 am and one of the young hotties climbed in and started to masturbate. I am sure she didn't know I could see her, but I could. I got turned on quickly and started to jerk off. We both came at the same time and I couldn't help letting out a groan at the time. She looked up and looked really freaked out, climbed out and went home.
I thought I'd get a knock at the door from the perv police but if you can believe it, she came back ...

I wanted to thank everyone who joined me for my journey. If I named everyone, it would be too long of a list and lets be honest, I might forget someone that was just as important as the rest of the people listed.
So, this is to everyone who stopped by, THANK YOU!
I will be around from time to time on others blogs, and will continue to work with Lili on our project if you get lonely for your Confessor, stop by and visit me there.
And there will be a surprise for everyone in the future...