tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92125655651706850162024-03-05T05:59:13.948+01:00I Like Chocolate, He Likes VanillaThe trials and tribulations of a polyamorous kinky lady happily married to a monogamous vanilla man, while occasionally writing erotica.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-27257915105277312482013-09-04T10:49:00.001+02:002013-09-04T10:49:55.909+02:00The End or A New Beginning?<span style="font-size: large;">The clichéd title of this post may reflect a whole variety of things about my life, my career and my marriage, but mainly it reflects this blog. For all of the elements a new beginning is accurate, but the blog, it may be the end. I don't know yet, but I wanted something out there to explain my silence, other than "yet another sex and relationship blog bites the dust." So, where am I?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) The </span><a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/p/blog-page.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">101 Things To Do</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> List is coming along brilliantly. I came out to a group of people, collected another qualification, got my professional website set-up, went to a three-star Michelin restaurant and more. If I get a chance I'll update the list.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2) Hubby has a dominant streak a mile wide. Seriously, it's amazing. He has learnt to enjoy the domestic dominance and controlling me with just a look or a subtle change in tone in his voice. It adds another very strong bond to our relationship and a sexual frisson that wasn't there before. Not to mention, he really likes metal and controlling my orgasms, the latter is awesome - the former is terrifying (in a good way of course). It makes me sad how much amazing sex he (and I) missed out on, but hapy he is finally finding it AND WITH ME! Yey!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, if this is great and there are some positive things to explore in this blog, why could this be my last post? There are three reasons:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) I was getting addicted to the blogging world. While I don't see a problem with this, I am an oversharer and need to control the natural honesty policy I have. I generally confess everything (to give you an idea, I broke a washing machine in a rented house <em>20 years ago</em>, I still feel guilty because I never owned up). I don't like not sharing my actions, thoughts, and dreams with people. It feels icky. The very close bereavement I had, followed by a health scare that started two days after my <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2013/05/knife-play.html" target="_blank">Knife Play</a> post and lasted a whole month, gave me a chance to kill the addiction and not spill out the secrets of everyone I know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2) I met someone (in case you've forgotten, I am polyamorous, hubby is monogamous, complex emotional dramas ensue). This guy is charming, funny, attractive, clever, and sexy. I was trying to work out how to be friends with him, while negotiating my (and his) desires, hubby's nervousness, and this new guy's personal situation - a closed relationship. I point blank refuse to "go there" because I believe I have a moral responsibility to someone I have never met (and boy, does that put <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2012/09/im-poly.html" target="_blank">Paul</a> in perspective, I only blamed myself for that situation and defended his innocence - nonsense!). Playing with boundaries like that is complex. I wrote so many blogs about the friendship (which is ongoing), but this is the first I have posted about it because I have not asked his permission to share his story. I don't know if I have the right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3) Mainly though, this may be the end because of hubby. Something VERY, VERY major has happened to his health. It limits what he - what we - can do in our daily lives and it will do, to varying degrees, forever. His health is his story to tell, but without sharing it more I would be limited in what sexy times I could write about because it effects that too. Maybe in the future the blog can change and talk specifically about that, but not now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you reached the end of this post, whoop whoop, go you! If you have ever commented on any of my posts, thank you with bells whistles and plenty of spanks. You really made a big difference to mine and hubby's life. I am sorry to be leaving and hope to be back someday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Emily</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-5156875682672293312013-05-12T13:48:00.000+02:002013-05-12T13:48:37.097+02:00Knife Play<span style="mso-ansi-language: NL;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">My husband is somewhat obsessed with knives, well anything sharp really. He
has professional sharpening equipment. He even makes his own tools, as well as
buying crappy old ones to fix up. A few days ago I was cooking when he spanked
me with a knife.* This is dangerous! Very dangerous! And seriously sexy. He
also caressed my breasts with the sharp edge of the knife. I was actually
stirring the dinner on the hot gas stove while that was happening and I can
tell you I was shitting myself. I felt so submissive, both tiny and a giant at
the same time. It was beautiful.</span></span></span><br />
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was inspired and inspiring. Magical! In honour of that glorious, dangerous,
intense experience we made this photograph just for Sinful Sunday, but in this
one the danger has left so I am wearing just a bra to make up for it. And, yes,
this is the same knife he used to spank me. It makes me shudder just to think
about it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: NL;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">For next week I have been
given two tasks, both given to me by hubby with a Dominant voice I cannot
describe. They are (1) to sort out the plastic bags, and (2) to take the paper
to be recycled. Both jobs need doing, but are really crappy jobs I would never
do without being told to. Hubby has also given me the task of making lists
as part of my "<a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/p/blog-page.html" target="_blank">101 Things in 1001 Days</a>" chain link time management project. This is an added
impetus I sorely need.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: NL;"></span><span style="mso-ansi-language: NL;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">They are not erotic
tasks, they are ordinary household duties and yet being given them gives me a
sense of calm and peace and belonging I really cannot describe.</span></span></span><br />
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tasks are erotic. Yesterday I was given one totally out of the blue. A dress
was thrown at me, I was told to wear it with tights and later I would have to
take off my tights, suck hubby’s cock and then straddle him on the sofa and
fuck him as he desired. The only thing is, when it came to the end of the day
and taking off my tights, I was so excited I forgot the order of the tasks.
Hubby forced me down and spanked me until I remembered. I was in that very odd
space where I didn’t know whether I wanted to carry on being spanked or whether
I should drag my memory banks and stop the punishment: the need to be submissive
won and I remembered the instructions. Hubby then used and abused me until we
both screamed. My heart sang for it and I am still feeling blissful today.</span></span></span><br />
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called me with more tasks! I had to eat porridge, go pick up my medicines, buy
sausages (I really don’t understand that one...), read an article, and report
back to him. Amazing stuff! Must finish the tasks now!</span></span></span><br />
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-58129367493133538132013-04-21T12:46:00.000+02:002013-04-21T12:46:26.818+02:00New Phone!<span style="font-size: large;">As part of my project "</span><a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/p/blog-page.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">101 Things in 1001 Days</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">" I had to get a new phone. Well, I did. It has a camera! I've never had a phone with a camera. I'm still not quite sure how to use it, but I did manage to take this while on a work trip. If you're wondering what the pink thing is, it is my phone case - a baby sock. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not, why do I do that, but why does it smell so good? It doesn't normally smell so desirable, but it is right now. Even as I write this I keep sniffing and tasting my fingers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My vaginal juices smell and feel different throughout the month, pretty much as regular as clockwork. This is how it goes:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) Smelly and sludgy, a tangy sweet smell, not particularly pleasant, this is the phase where I get crusty knickers, gross (I hate this phase!)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2) Menstruation</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3) Not much discharge, what there is has a gentle delicate smell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4) Tonnes and tonnes and tonnes of clear discharge, no smell at all</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5) Not much discharge, what there is has a gentle delicate smell </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm in the fifth phase right now, so why is it so lovely and smelly, even tasty, at the moment? To be honest, it isn't just the current smell that has changed, but the last couple of months my whole pattern of vaginal juices has been thrown out of whack.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wonder if this is stress or diet or age or changes in my sex life? It could be any or all of these features and this is both fascinating and frustrating.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Getting accurate information about anything to do with vaginas is nightmarish, doctors rarely take those of us who own them seriously. They attribute everything to "hormones" without ever doing tests. If I look at the internet the smelly, sludgy discharge is thrush, although why it should miraculously vanish and reappear at the same time every month is a bit beyond me.* Just about the only certainty is that the clear discharge that pours out by the bucketload is my time of ovulation. Of course, knowing that doesn't help explain why things should change and when it needs to get checked out by professionals.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am "one" with my bodily functions and can pretty much work out when something is wrong and when I need to get it fixed (to the point that I have justly sought out second opinions when Drs have fobbed me off), but what about other persons with vaginas? How many of them keep as much track of their juices as I do? How many know what they should taste like at any given point? How many know what they should feel like between their fingers? How many only ever see them dried inside their panties? I hope not many, but I fear a great number.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Those of us with vaginas need to embrace our discharge, and perhaps we should also stop being afraid to talk about them. I can count the number of conversations I have had about vaginal discharge on one hand, although not for want of trying. Perhaps sex manuals and sex blogs and other sources of information should start to include more detail about vaginal juices. After all, they are an essential part of our health check....and they can taste amazing!</span><br />
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*In case you are worried, it isn't thrush, I've had that and know the difference, but the web tells me otherwise...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-4598655192663257042013-04-18T11:35:00.000+02:002013-04-18T11:35:30.870+02:00Phone Sex
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Who doesn’t
love phone sex? Having to get off through the power of thought, listening,
conversation and whatever skills your hand/s can muster. I once fell off a
chair having an orgasm because the phone was attached to the wall and couldn’t
move. It was great. Of course, that is the downside to phone sex –
technicalities.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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have been the reason why my husband, Nic, and I have not in our 12ish years
together had phone sex – not even once (well that and the lack of sexual compatibility,
but that is an <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2012/09/sticking-with-bad-sex.html" target="_blank">old story</a>). That is until two nights ago. Hubby is away on
holiday while I am at home trying to work. We both have phones, we can afford
the calls, we are in practical time zones, and we both have privacy – all requirements
for sex over the phone. </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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delicious our sex was. Nic told me all the things he would do to me, the way he
would control my body and force it to do what he wanted. He steered the
conversation where he wanted. He dominated our fantasy, he made it his and I
submitted to it, willingly. Two years ago he didn’t even fantasize when wanking
(no joke, for the life of me I don't know how that is possible), now his fantasies are about guiding me and controlling me. Together
we have opened up a whole new world of possibilities as a result. It is
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-29070303997891213662013-04-14T14:12:00.000+02:002013-04-14T14:12:56.065+02:00In The Eye Of The Beholder<span style="font-size: large;">This photo was taken in January before life through me some lemons. When I look at it I don't remember what was happening. Was I being confident and funny? Was hubby taking the photo? Was I? Was it during sex? Was it for Sinful Sunday? I don't remember. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Looking at it now, while I am slowly learning how to make lemonade again, it looks like I am hiding my breast and my body from the camera. It does not look full of joy and positivity. It does not look like the photo of a woman who loves her breasts, and yet I do. I truly do. </span><br />
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<strong>~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~</strong></h3>
<a href="http://dumbdomme.com/2013/02/everyday-ds-dominance-submission.html" target="_blank">Everyday D/s</a><br />
<a href="http://www.domme-chronicles.com/2013/02/honesty-sometimes-feels-like-manipulation.html" target="_blank">Honesty sometimes feels like manipulation</a><br />
<a href="http://wholesexlife.com/2013/02/blood-life-sex/" target="_blank">Blood, life, sex</a><br />
<strong>~ Featured Posts (Molly’s Picks) ~</strong><br />
<a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2013/02/grief-and-sex.html" target="_blank">Grief and Sex</a><br />
<a href="http://hypatiablogs.wordpress.com/2013/03/06/etiquette-bringing-others-into-a-domsub-relationship/" target="_blank">Bringing Others into a Dom/Sub Relationship</a><br />
<em>All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “<a href="http://elustsexblogs.com/faqs/" title="FAQ’s">read more…</a>” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!</em><br />
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<strong>Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships</strong></h4>
<a href="http://elspethdemina.com/2013/03/adventures-in-lube-land/" target="_blank">Adventures In… Lube-land</a><br /> <a href="http://ltasex.info/home/2013/3/4/oral-sex-as-standard-as-the-wheels-on-a-car-lets-talk-about-sex-1" target="_blank">ORAL SEX, AS STANDARD AS THE WHEELS ON A CAR </a><br /> <a href="http://lookingthrough.us/2013/03/polyanna-musings-radar-love/" target="_blank">PolyAnna's Musings: Radar Love</a><br /> <a href="http://therighteousharlot.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/a-productive-morning.html" target="_blank">A productive morning</a><br /> <a href="http://tiedtongues.blogspot.com/2013/02/livia-has-crush.html" target="_blank">Livia Has a Crush</a><br /> <a href="http://itgirlragdoll.com/terms-of-fatness/" target="_blank">Terms of Fatness</a><br />
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<strong>Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor</strong></h4>
<a href="http://subreiskyem.blogspot.com/2013/03/feminism-sexism-and-submission.html" target="_blank">Thoughts: Feminism, Sexism and Submission</a><br />
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<strong><strong>Thoughts & Advice on </strong>Kink & Fetish</strong></h4>
<a href="http://www.silverdropstoybox.com/2013/02/wickedwednesday-where-did-that-come-from.html" target="_blank">Deep subspace - sexy or scary?</a><br /> <a href="http://historyofbdsm.com/2013/02/django-unchained-the-suffering-black-female-body-slavery-torture/" target="_blank">Django Unchained: the suffering black female </a><br /> <a href="http://lasciviousmerit.sensualwriter.com/archives/35" target="_blank">What the hell is 'NORMAL' sex anyway?</a><br /> <a href="http://www.aslutsmemoir.com/2013/02/before.html" target="_blank">Before</a><br /> <a href="http://vaginaantics.com/2013/02/20/1222/" target="_blank">All About the Collar</a><br /> <a href="http://joystjames.wordpress.com/2013/02/21/dirty-little-secret/" target="_blank">Dirty Little Secret</a><br /> <a href="http://www.omniwhore.com/honesty/" target="_blank">Honesty</a><br />
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<strong>Erotic Fiction</strong></h4>
<a href="http://joetortuga.blogspot.com/2013/02/masters-valentines-todo-list.html" target="_blank">Master's Valentine's ToDo List</a><br /> <a href="http://sexualdestinies.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-passion-of-first-encounters.html" target="_blank">The Passion of First Encounters.</a><br /> <a href="http://pandadementia.com/?p=957" target="_blank">Ma'am's Turn (First Meeting Part 3)</a><br /> <a href="http://rebelsnotes.com/2013/03/fantasy-nipple-torture-and-girl-love/" target="_blank">Nipple torture and girl love</a><br /> <a href="http://acuriousmuse.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/the-boundary.html" target="_blank">The Boundary</a><br /> <a href="http://stellakiink.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/im-in-the-mood/" target="_blank">I'm in the Mood</a><br /> <a href="http://rachelkincaid4.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/skin.html" target="_blank">Skin</a><br /> <a href="http://www.malflic.com/2013/03/05/memories/" target="_blank">Memories</a><br /> <a href="http://phlye.wordpress.com/2013/03/06/lolita-twenty-thirteen-part-two-2/" target="_blank">Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part Two</a><br /> <a href="http://mollysdailykiss.com/2013/02/20/want/" target="_blank">Want</a><br /> <a href="http://octavianunderground.blogspot.com/?zx=4614b53c98f31afc" target="_blank">A Quick Preview</a><br />
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<strong>Erotic Non Fiction</strong></h4>
<a href="http://sexylittleideas.com/lindseys-orgasm/" target="_blank">Lindsey's Orgasm</a><br /> <a href="http://mysexlifewithlola.com/2013/02/27/blog-jammin/" target="_blank">Blog Jammin'</a><br /> <a href="http://cammiesonthefloor.blogspot.com/2013/02/postponing-inevitable.html" target="_blank">Postponing the Inevitable</a><br /> <a href="http://curvaceousdee.com/2013/03/watching-own-rewards/" target="_blank">Watching Has its Own Rewards</a><br /> <a href="http://lancekblack.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-farewell-torment.html" target="_blank">A Farewell Torment</a><br /> <a href="http://kinkandpoly.com/blog/2013/02/27/wicked-wednesday-writhe/" target="_blank">Writhe</a><br /> <a href="http://mydissolutelife.com/2013/02/i-want-to-lick-your-pussy/" target="_blank">I want to lick your pussy</a><br /> <a href="http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/cap-dagde-2012-foam-party-aka-mouses.html" target="_blank">Cap D'Agde 2012 Foam Party</a><br /> <a href="http://alwayseachother.blogspot.com/2013/02/dirty-hot.html" target="_blank">Dirty Hot</a><br /> <a href="http://switchstudies.wordpress.com/2013/03/01/eighty-five-minutes/" target="_blank">Eighty-Five Minutes</a><br /> <a href="http://pennysdirtythoughts.com/saying-goodnight/" target="_blank">Saying Goodnight</a><br /> <a href="http://exploringsurrender.blogspot.com/2013/03/hundreds-of-orgasms_4.html" target="_blank">Hundreds of orgasms</a><br /> <a href="http://longingsend.wordpress.com/2013/02/09/our-open-marriage-minas-date/" target="_blank">our open marriage- mina's date</a><br /> <a href="http://sexwithrose.wordpress.com/2013/03/06/my-first-threesome/" target="_blank">1+1+1= My first threesome</a><br /> <a href="http://www.elizabeth-cage.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/writing-sex-scenes.html" target="_blank">Writing Sex Scenes</a><br /> <a href="http://lovehatesexcake.blogspot.com/2013/02/beginnings-and-endings.html" target="_blank">Beginnings and Endings</a><br /> <a href="http://geekynymph.com/glass-bottle/" target="_blank">Glass Bottle</a><br /> <a href="http://beckandherkinks.com/wicked-wednesday-one-cole-the-dane-one-we-vibe-salsa-orgasms/" target="_blank">One Cole the Dane + One WeVibe Salsa = Orgasm</a><br />
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Blogging</h4>
<a href="http://www.heyepiphora.com/2013/02/epiphoras-beginners-guide-to-sex-toy-reviewing-and-blogging/" target="_blank">Epiphora's beginner’s guide to sex toy review</a><br /> <a href="http://www.miasmusings.co.uk/very-inspiring-blogger-award/" target="_blank">Very Inspiring Blogger Award</a><br />
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Eroticon</h4>
<a href="http://www.dirtylittlewhispers.com/erotic-eroticon/" target="_blank">Erotic Eroticon</a><br /> <a href="http://barenakedlady.wordpress.com/2013/03/06/finessing-sex-a-snippet-of-fiction/" target="_blank">Finessing Sex- A Snippet Of Fiction</a><br /> <a href="http://www.johndstories.co.uk/eroticon-highlights/" target="_blank">Eroticon Highlights</a><br /> <a href="http://www.decadentwhispers.com/wicked-wednesday-bite-me/" target="_blank">Bite Me</a><br />
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Poetry</h4>
<a href="http://lustfulliterate.blogspot.com/2013/02/in-back-seat-of-bus.html" target="_blank">In the Back Seat of the Bus</a><br /> <a href="http://beingblacksilk.com/2013/03/01/transmogrification/" target="_blank">Transmogrification</a><br /> <a href="http://vanillakinksundae.blogspot.com/2013/03/geluste.html" target="_blank">Gelüste</a><br /> <a href="http://plumptiouspea.wordpress.com/2013/02/26/oiled-seduction/" target="_blank">Oiled Seduction</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-54811943088114040912013-04-07T11:33:00.000+02:002013-04-07T11:33:48.675+02:00"Hang up my shirts naked"<span style="font-size: large;">A few weeks ago I wrote a <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2013/03/letter-to-my-husband.html" target="_blank">letter to my husband</a>. I asked him to be my Sir during a period of intense grief. The letter made him sad because he wasn't inspired to be dominant while grieving and helping me through my grief. Then a number of other things happened (including another bereavement) and suddenly one day this week I received an email from hubby while he was at work (I work from home - bonus!).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Put my shirts in the washing machine, turn it on. While in the laundry room, hit your thighs with your brush till you come, then go and do whatever you like. When the washing is done, hang up my shirts naked."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My reaction was beyond excitement! I followed the instructions, obviously. I managed to give myself some nice bruises, but hitting myself wasn't enough to make me come so I helped it along by masturbating with a large plastic cooking spoon with a long, thick handle. It was incredible, not least because the laundry room is tiny - barely enough space for the washing machine and one person. It made the whole experience that much more awesome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One thing though, hanging up damp shirts when naked is jolly bloody cold!</span><br />
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<a href="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/" title="Sinful Sunday"><img alt="Sinful Sunday" src="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/sinfulsunday.jpg" style="border: currentColor;" title="Sinful Sunday" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-35646413053443616842013-04-03T08:38:00.000+02:002013-04-03T08:38:11.639+02:00Advice Sought: Blog, What Blog?<span style="font-size: large;">In my offline life I am becomingly increasingly open about sex and sexuality. I have started to discuss things with people far more than I used to. In a couple of months I am even presenting at a queer festival. What I won't be doing is sharing this blog. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This blog is my private haven, private being somewhat oxymoronic, of course. I write it for my own purposes. I started it like a sort of journal, but I like it because of the community feel and the life-affirming comments and discussion. I feel bad when I don't get to write for it. I feel like I am disconnected from my own thought processes, my personal reflection, my sexual meditation, even my sexual experimentation. Having this blog helps me to push my relationship/s sexually in more ways than I expected - perhaps because hubby also reacts positively to what I write and the comments I receive. When I don't get to write on my blog I also feel disconnected from the community, and that it will just disappear and I will be left without one again. It is a worrying thought, especially after I missed the big social opportunity of Eroticon due to my bereavement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is not always easy for me to write on my blog though. I access the blog on my laptop, but it is on a separate login and locked off from access to/from the other four (yes, four) accounts I have set up. The account is my sexuality, relationship, polyamory, BDSM login, where I keep my photos, pornography and such like. It isn't something I can open when I am with people other than hubby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, I have two questions for the hivemind:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) How do you write your blog and keep it going when you are very busy with work and life gets in the way?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2) How do you write your blog when you have company? When people are staying at your house or you are staying with other people?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anything?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This post was written for Wicked Wednesday, clickety click for other stories, photos, poems, discussions and more.</span><br />
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<a href="http://wickedwednesday.rebelsnotes.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-6" scale="0" src="http://rebelsnotes.com/wickedwednesday/wp-content/uploads//2012/06/wickedwed.jpg" title="wickedwed" width="300" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-5171150928575175252013-03-08T09:22:00.002+01:002013-03-08T09:22:57.762+01:00Letter to My Husband<span style="font-size: large;">Although this is a letter to my husband, it is posted here because I thought it might be interesting or valuable for others to read.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Husband,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The last few weeks have been very difficult for us both. I want to thank you for all of your help and patience. As always, you are amazing and I love you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last night we spoke about sex, at least I did, I chose my timing badly. Because of that, I thought I would write down what I need right now. I thought it might be easier for you to read it in your own time. To read it over and over again if you need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cannot have romantic, slow, gentle lovemaking at the moment. My mind and my body cannot deal with it. At the moment, while I am grieving I need other things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need for you to force me. When I bite or scratch or grab or push you down, I need for you to use whatever force necessary to get me to stop, to make me feel like I am yours. I need to be able to let go and try to attack you, so that I feel you are forcing me. I wouldn't actually do anything dangerous, but I need to feel the resistance in my body and my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need for you to give me instructions and commands. I need you to tell me to wash the kitchen floor on my hands and knees, naked. I need for you to tell me I have to do things by a certain time and to report back to you. I need to feel like I am yours to do with as you will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need to be punished by you if I fail my tasks. I need to believe that you will punish me. To believe that, I may even fail to complete a task, so that I feel your punishment (whatever form that takes is irrelevant). When I feel that I will know to complete future tasks, because you have told me to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need you to command me in bed, to tell me what to do. I need to hear your voice. If you don't want to speak, command me to speak or to do something instead. I crave your voice and your thoughts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before our loss, you were showing signs of natural Dominance. You seemed to love it and find it deeply arousing. At the moment that is hidden. I don't know if that is because you are grieving and need slow lovemaking or because you are scared of upsetting me or hurting me at this time. I hope it is the latter, because I need this. I need to be submissive to you, not to anyone else, to you. At this time, more than any other, I need to be submissive for my husband, for the man I love. I need to be owned by you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not asking you to do things that would gross you out. I am not asking for you to fuck me hard up the arse, or to piss on me, or shit on me, or any of the other things I desire. I am only asking you to do things you have done before, but I would like them and I would like them with more aggression and force than has been between us before. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I promise I will not let you go too far.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I promise I will let you know if you are pushing a little too hard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I promise I will not let you do anything that is too much for you to bear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am asking for you to trust me as I trust you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Please, be my Sir, if just for a little while.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All my love,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your wife</span><br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-6011100093957244242013-03-06T12:18:00.000+01:002013-03-06T12:18:53.226+01:00Hang On, What Is Sex?
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I was
totally off the radar in <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2013/02/grief-and-sex.html" target="_blank">February</a>, so to rejoin the fold I thought I
would follow the prompt posed for Wicked Wednesday: “?+?=?”. The initial question this leads to is “how many people
have I had sex with?” This is not easy to answer, because first we need to
ask “what is sex?” Simple you may think it is penis in vagina sex, but this makes
all non-heterosexual people virgins which is <a href="http://www.womanist-musings.com/2010/03/spark-of-wisdom-what-counts-as-sex.html" target="_blank">blatantly ridiculous</a></span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">.
When discussing sex people also only refer to cis-gendered people, which effectively equals guy with cock and girl with cunt. Although being woefully inaccurate, I have never knowingly been intimate with a transperson and so in this post I interchange the genitals and the gender. At some point I hope to find a way not to do this!</span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">There are
lots of discussions online about what counts as sex, including a number of
academic papers and handy summaries of such papers, including “<a href="http://www.11points.com/Dating-Sex/11_Sexual_Activities_That_People_Don't_Count_As_'Having_Sex'" target="_blank">11 SexualActivities That People Don't Count As 'Having Sex.'</a>” This is a summary of a
paper done by the Kinsey Institute and <a href="http://newsinfo.iu.edu/news/page/normal/13675.html" target="_blank">Indiana University</a>.</span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The researchers
questioned 486 adults aged 18 to 96 from Indiana and most of them were
heterosexual. They were asked whether they considered certain activities to be
having sex. Not one single item they were asked was agreed upon by everybody.
Here are some of those things, with my own experiences noted.</span></span></span><br />
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sex (with no condom, with both male and female orgasm). I really can’t remember how many unsheathed men I have shagged, about five I’m guessing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">2. Just the
tip (apparently also known as halvsies, I found this fab <a href="http://20-nothings.blogspot.nl/2009/07/do-you-count-sex-halvsies.html" target="_blank">post</a> about them</span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">).
I don’t think I have had halvsies with anyone I wasn’t actually fucking and
deliberately tormenting (or being tormented) with a bit of cock.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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sex with a condom. I have had more than ten and fewer than twenty. I am actually very fussy about men and their cocks!</span></span></span></div>
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sex, with no female orgasm. Two men fall under this category, one is an unpleasant story
for another day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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sex, with no male orgasm. All guys I have been with have ejaculated.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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with a condom. Unfortunately, fewer than ten (it always amazes me how hard it is to find guys
who want to fuck my arse. It is an acquired taste it would seem, anal sex rather than my arse I would hope.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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(no caveats). The same as above, but more to the point, I have had anal sex with no condom with three or four guys.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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oral sex. No women have licked me, I am clearly doing something wrong there. I honestly
don’t remember how many guys have devoured me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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oral sex. I have enjoyed a couple of women and more men than I will ever be able to remember.</span></span></span></div>
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manual stimulation. I have experienced this from a few women but many more men than I can remember, let alone name.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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manual stimulation. As above.</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">What this
doesn’t show is whether or not masturbation in the company of another person counts
as sex, or using toys, or genital-to-genital contact, or orgasms through
spankings, or other non-genital stimulation. If we count other kinds of
experiences than penis-in-vagina, I just do not know how many guys there have
been. I tried counting but I gave up when I kept remembering odd nights here
and there fumbling around with groups of friends. I got to 40 before I threw in
the towel at a complete loss.</span></span></span></div>
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you discuss with someone how many people you
have had sex with, (for health, relationship or fun), you may want to remember that you may have entirely different
definitions of sex.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">This was
posted for Wicked Wednesday, clickety click for more sex-related discussions
and some erotic stories. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<a href="http://wickedwednesday.rebelsnotes.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-6" scale="0" src="http://rebelsnotes.com/wickedwednesday/wp-content/uploads//2012/06/wickedwed.jpg" title="wickedwed" width="300" /></a></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-86106269280546663152013-02-25T13:40:00.002+01:002013-03-06T10:15:05.657+01:00Eroticon and Sex Education<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Edited 6th March:</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">As it turns out, life became a wee-bit complicated so I couldn't make Eroticon, which is what this post is about. Next year though, next year!</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">This
Sunday I am off to <a href="http://writesexright.com/" target="_blank">Eroticon</a>, a sex blogger and erotic writer's conference. </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I plan on writing reports on the three sessions
on my “must attend” list for those who miss them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Diversity
2: Polyamory 101” with <a href="http://www.rarelywearslipstick.com/" target="_blank">Lori Smith</a> and <a href="http://www.albj.co.uk/" target="_blank">Amanda Jones</a>. Technically, I am
not sure I need to go to a Poly 101 session, having been immersed within it for
a couple of years now. However, I am enthusiastic to hear from different people and these two women are fab.
It is always possible to learn more and my experience of the poly community in
England is patchy to say the least.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Diversity
3: Getting the Language of Sex Right” with Justin Hancock (of <a href="http://bishtraining.com/" target="_blank">BISH</a> fame).
This session is about using clear and inclusive sexual and gender diverse
language. I try to be good (see me polishing my shiny halo), and I hope this will confirm it, or at least show
me where I go wrong. Sadly, this session clashes with <a href="http://mollysdailykiss.com/" target="_blank">Molly Moore’s</a> talk “Top
Ten Tips for Bloggers.” It is aimed at people who want to increase blog traffic,
and as much as I want to see Molly speak, I write my blog for me and any
additional traffic is a bonus. Attending a session on diversity is, however, an
important part of my personal development.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Sex
Education 2: Storytelling and Sex” with <a href="http://www.brook.org.uk/" target="_blank">Brooke</a>, <a href="http://dubberley.com/" target="_blank">Emily Dubberly</a> and <a href="http://www.open.ac.uk/socialsciences/staff/people-profile.php?name=Meg_Barker" target="_blank">Meg Barker</a>
is my final absolute must session. This is for two reasons. First, Meg Barker.
Her blog and book “<a href="http://rewritingtherules.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Rewriting the Rules</a>” is fantastic and I find the way
she combines campaigning and academic work inspirational. Second, to match the
previous session I really want to improve how I explore and discuss sex issues
so that it can be informative. Having read some blog posts
which give a negative message (rightly or wrong representing what is being
presented), I feel a responsibility to portray my experiences in a useful and
helpful way. I choose to make my stories public and so I must be careful that
even a casual reader who encounters a single post through Google won’t get a mistaken
impression.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Initially, I
had two reasons to go to Eroticon: social and professional. I wanted to meet
fellow bloggers, have some fun, and make friends. Unfortunately, I will not
have time to do this now, but I may still be able to develop my ideas about
career diversification. I want to explore ways of beginning a new life and to
see whether sex education, writing, counseling, or therapy are possibilities
for me. Perhaps they won’t be, or perhaps Eroticon won’t help me find out, but
maybe the sessions I attend will help and I am sure they will be informative
all the same. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-49480337710608856452013-02-22T12:13:00.001+01:002013-02-22T12:13:46.232+01:00Grief and Sex
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Over two
weeks ago a very close family member died unexpectedly and under difficult
circumstances. It has been an awful couple of weeks and it will continue to be
so for many months, if not years. I have had some strong sexual reactions to my
loss and I thought it would be useful to write them down because writing is how
I process. Then I googled sexual reactions to grief and was dismayed. Most
articles claim that sex drive decreases with grief, especially among women. A
few places recognize that hypersexuality is a reaction, but there is very
little about it as a positive force, or indeed about engaging with it when it
is a response. This is nonsense! I believe that as long as a grieving person
(me!) is not being destructive and is not doing anything to harm herself or others, then she
is grieving appropriately. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I heard
about my loss at 11pm while I was at a friend’s two hours from where I live
with my husband. I had to get home to him, get my transport
arrangements sorted to get back to my family, pack, and try to get some rest before
leaving to go home to my family all in the space of seven hours. The only reason
that I did not have sex was because of the time, but my libido went through the
roof.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My mind is what you might call overactive, or at the
very least easily distracted. Even during sex my <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2012/11/multi-tasking-masturbation.html" target="_blank">mind wanders</a> onto random
things. There are only two moments where my mind cannot be distracted
without major effort on someone else’s part: when I am having an orgasm or in subspace.
Herein lies my reaction to sex the last fortnight. I have been rather
needy for sex, and of course I have snuggled
and been intimate, but I have not wanted slow, romantic
lovemaking. What I have wanted is the intensity of D/s lovemaking or D/s fucking.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My husband
is also grieving and his initial reaction was not sexual. But my desire felt so
strong that I even considered contacting my old Dom, James, for sex, or asking hubby
if I could have a session with him, or somehow pursue a sexual situation in
some way. But, this
would have been damaging and destructive. Being intimate with James would have been a
short-term fix for a long-term problem and the fix would have caused a whole
heap of other problems. I am grieving, I am not capable of making decisions that
will affect my future and I have to recognize that. Luckily I did realize that! I also realized that sex
was not a need in the short term, but also that it was perfectly fine to want nothing more than to be dominated to the extent that I could find calm in
a subspace. But that had to happen within my existing safe and happy relationship structure. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Last night
my husband and I had sex again for the first time since our loss. It was the first time we
both felt comfortable with what the other wanted and needed. It was romantic,
gentle, soft, kind, loving, and involved him giving me commands. I didn’t reach
a subspace but I had wonderful orgasms as he came down my throat, my mind and my body and my heart were free with the person I love. Performing
sexual acts while grieving should not be something to be ashamed of, but it
somehow seems to be seen as such by many.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">As people
we are physical, mental, and if you think that way also spiritual beings. In
order to be complete people our hearts, our bodies, and our minds need to be
connected. We need to be able to release our energy in the ways we need to in
order to find balance again. A major hole in my world has been made, my balance
has been broken and it feels like hell. I am having nightmares, my appetite is
off whack, my brain feels like sludge and I burst into hysterics at random
times, but at other times everything feels like nothing has happened. I know
this is all normal. I am in the early stages of grief, it will take a long time
to process what has happened. There will be many changes to my needs and
desires. I need to be gentle on myself. I need to let my energies come out
because bottling them up will lead to disaster. If some of these are sexual
energies and involve begging my husband to fuck my mouth then that is necessary
too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.bylandersea.com/2009/06/more-angels-and-demons-in-glorious-rome/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><img alt="story-memorial-fixed-for-ppsop-r.jpg" height="266" src="http://www.bylandersea.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/story-memorial-fixed-for-ppsop-r.jpg" title="Storey grave in the Protestant Cemetery of Rome" width="400" /></span></a></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">This post vaguely
meets the prompt for the </span><a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/p/thirty-days-of-kink.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Thirty Days of Kink</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> meme, Day 30: Whatever BDSM/kink
related thing you want to write about.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-58266498086620459912013-02-03T10:47:00.002+01:002013-02-03T10:47:45.127+01:00A Thousand Sinful Stitches<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfuQRslpd_Dj1j1fSEvvquNeWLMJqweP_tfoLBBTYNko3jVJdJSl1MdfZ5Sgk2IqyW9uiNacQ5q0hTQHjH5r25IZQqsQj4ZiyyVlxYfFWS3IgTnGplBEd1F97CQ0RXcY44_oIQ4aF0os/s1600/IMG_7345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfuQRslpd_Dj1j1fSEvvquNeWLMJqweP_tfoLBBTYNko3jVJdJSl1MdfZ5Sgk2IqyW9uiNacQ5q0hTQHjH5r25IZQqsQj4ZiyyVlxYfFWS3IgTnGplBEd1F97CQ0RXcY44_oIQ4aF0os/s400/IMG_7345.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is detail from my latest large cross-stitch project. I finished it two nights ago. Such a relaxing hobby, I love it, but please don't let the image of it as a fuddy-duddy hobby put you off trying it. There are so many different styles and projects, you can sew anything, including the erotic arts. Here is the finished piece, just waiting for a wash, iron, and a frame.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaqVfPEW-8yPcAWSb7MKnyB6bR-4zcpJHhfYk9uLmQbrFVzsf-5H7QbupKYo6AV9EIi0af18hmhdvbwH7h8i4zTLjZBautTT0RuHnsOtdoQByD4rmQkch4hXw2tpT035sPdIKnov2YWY/s1600/IMG_7354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAaqVfPEW-8yPcAWSb7MKnyB6bR-4zcpJHhfYk9uLmQbrFVzsf-5H7QbupKYo6AV9EIi0af18hmhdvbwH7h8i4zTLjZBautTT0RuHnsOtdoQByD4rmQkch4hXw2tpT035sPdIKnov2YWY/s400/IMG_7354.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wish I could say this was designed by me, but no, I just followed a pattern by <a href="http://www.countyneedlecraft.com/html/girl_with_no_name.html" target="_blank">Country Needlecraft</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Finishing the lady was #53 on my <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/p/blog-page.html" target="_blank">101 things list</a>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The photo's were taken for Sinful Sunday, I suspect cross-stitch is a first for it! Clickety click for sexy photos.</span><br />
<a href="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/" title="Sinful Sunday"><img alt="Sinful Sunday" src="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/sinfulsunday.jpg" style="border: currentColor;" title="Sinful Sunday" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-90888794566237723822013-01-27T12:24:00.001+01:002013-01-31T21:23:19.807+01:00I love it when she holds my cock<span style="font-size: large;">Last week hubby and I took a few photos to show off my new nail polish. We liked different ones, so I asked him if he would write this week's post. I've asked him to contribute before and he always said no, but not this time. Imagine my surprise when this is what I got from him, complete with his choice of photo and even formatting! I am a very lucky girl, thank you Nic!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I trust her to treat it well, <br />I let her do with it what she wants. <br />I force it into her mouth, <br />I rub it across her face, <br />And deny her its pleasure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">This post was selected as part of this week's Sinful Sunday <a href="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/2013/01/31/sinful-sunday-weekly-round-up-94/" target="_blank">weekly round-up</a> by guest reviewers <a href="http://frisky916cpl.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Jack and Jill</a>, to see more sexy piccies clickety click...</span></span><br />
<a href="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/" title="Sinful Sunday"><img alt="Sinful Sunday" src="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/sinfulsunday.jpg" style="border: currentColor;" title="Sinful Sunday" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-71695612393529535802013-01-23T09:54:00.000+01:002013-01-23T09:54:41.242+01:00Waving Art<span style="font-size: large;">I am a big fan of waving, I wave to people even when I am on the phone and I know they can't hear me. It is personal, fun, kind and warm. It represents affection and closeness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course, some people wave formally by raising their hand in a slight gesture, or the Queen of England who has a weird reverse hand wave, almost a "get away from me you pleb" type of thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My waves, though, are enthusiastic and jolly. If you get a full hand wave or a cute four-finger bowing wave from me, it is because I like you and am pleased to see you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, when I think of waving, I also think of the artist <a href="http://www.spencertunick.com/" target="_blank">Spencer Tunick</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you don't know him, you have probably seen or heard of his work. He makes art installations using naked people in public, whether it is just one person or thousands. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He has been commissioned to make art around the world. Yet, because the naked form is considered immoral and illegal, Spencer has been arrested five times in New York. As such, he has not been able to make his art in America for ten years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His art embraces the human form in different shapes, sizes and colours. It recognizes that all people are the same and individual and form part of the broader landscape of nature and the human-made world. Spencer's work plays with sexuality and gender, global warming, freedom, and a whole range of "big" issues, while taking the human form back to its basic state. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mainly though, I love it because it is happy. People enjoy exploring what it is like to be naked in a group. They have to challenge themselves. As Spencr said of the installation in front of the </span><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/28/naked-australians-at-sydn_n_480117.html#s71471" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Sydney Opera House</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> (see the video below): "It was difficult to get the straight participants to embrace the gay participants and vice versa," but they did embrace! In Spencer's installation, people have to dive in and go for it and ultimately, they all end up waving and smiling! I love it! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This post was made for Sinful Sunday, clickety click for far sexier images!</span><br />
<a href="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/" title="Sinful Sunday"><img alt="Sinful Sunday" src="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/sinfulsunday.jpg" style="border: currentColor;" title="Sinful Sunday" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-89198304718800226312013-01-19T10:57:00.001+01:002013-01-19T10:57:35.304+01:00Understanding Sex and Emotions in Relationships (Part Two)<span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2013/01/understanding-sex-and-emotions-in.html" target="_blank">first part</a> of this blog post I talked about the three kinds of love
I most easily recognize in my relationship history: Philia, a loving
friendship; Eros, a passionate love; Agape, Companionate Love. Even here,
however, it isn’t that simple because a relationship may include two of these
with or without sex. To explain myself a little clearer what follows is a
result of my self-reflection, particularly for the benefit of understanding my
polyamorous feelings. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of course, all but a few of these are “in hindsight” and as such, they are clouded
by events long-since past and all manner of other fuzzy influences on the mind! </span></span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another thing, it is worth noting that of the following relationships, not all
of them would still interest me, especially the first two…</span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Friends With Benefits - ongoing physically sexually intimate relationships with people I care about and want to spend time with because I like them as people but not with a strong emotional connection</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Philia With Benefits - friends I have physical relationships with and whom I love as friends but not necessarily as a partner (“to date”). In my experience this is extraordinarily hard for people to understand. I wonder if I would be able to do this again, it is hard to explain to someone the differences between loves and when sex is added into the mix things get messy irrespective of whether or not I have been honest about my love for the person. The person I shared my virginity with was a friend like this. We dated for two years, I broke his heart. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Philia Without Benefits - friends I love deeply but do not want to “date” or have sex with. This is a truly astounding sort of friendship, and in my personal history very rare. I can probably name only five like this. Friends whom I truly love but have never shared any physical connection. This is perhaps because when I meet a person I always consider them sexually before anything else, almost subconsciously. I have since I was a teenager. In a future blog I will try to explain it.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eros Without Benefits – people with whom I have wanted to be physically intimate and “date,” yet for some reason it could not or did not happen.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eros With Benefits - To be honest, with me this is the kind of relationship that tends to be governed by New Relationship Energy and never lasts more than three months. It is something I learnt to control a long time ago and now I no longer suffer this kind of situation. They are enormous fun but also emotionally draining and an easy way to get yourself into difficult situations. Alas, I find this the easiest sort of love and relationship to come by.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eros and Philia With Benefits – Other than my husband, the two longest relationships I have had have had this, although with one of them the Eros fizzled out quite quickly. The other lasted almost the entire five years of our relationship (the second longest, other than with my husband). When the Eros left it didn’t take long for us to break up. We have been close friends ever since – for almost fifteen years now! So close in fact that the penultimate sort of loving relationship I will describe I share with him.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Agape and Philia Without Benefits - I've had this twice. One I just mentioned and one with a man I deeply adore but with whom I can never have a relationship in the traditional sense, much to both of our sorrow (he is a married vicar…). </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-size: large;">Agape and Philia With Benefits – I have this with my husband Nic. I have only ever had it with him. Magically, in the last few months Eros has been developing between us. Something I find truly exceptional after ten years together (we met almost eleven years ago to the day). I hope in the coming months I will be able to add “Agape and Philia and Eros With Benefits.” Either way, Agape is the hardest of loves to find and it is a special thing to share it with my husband. I am extraordinarily lucky.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><span style="font-size: large;">So, this has
been long-winded and I doubt anybody made it this far (gold star if you did!).
But, it has been a useful exercise and that is what self-reflection is for.
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<span style="font-size: large;">It has been a long time since I have written anything about my polyamory, I think that needs to change now. This is the first post of many I am planning in the coming weeks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of the oddest things about polyamory is the way that simple definitions don’t work. When in a monogamous relationship, the assumption is always that we are “just good friends,” “friends with benefits,” “dating,” “serious,” “living together,” “married.” All of these statements are about status. They say little about feelings or sexual connections. One assumes, based upon the status of the couple, what the emotional and physical relationship is, but that is total nonsense. Plenty of married people can’t stand each other, and plenty of “friends with benefits” have at least one party in love with the other. Of course, most monogamous people realize this, especially in an active conversation, but it isn’t the standard passive assumption. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hardwired poly folk (as opposed to people who find themselves in a poly situation), have a constant awareness and an ongoing internal and external process. We don’t define relationships in the same way as mono people because we actively know, accept, explore, and live with our feelings for other people. We are also far more aware of the changing nature of relationships, probably because we so actively know there are different types of love and different ways of feeling love for people at the same time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As part of my exploration of my own polyamory I looked at my past relationships and tried to explore them through the idea of love and sex. It was insanely complicated and I don’t think I could ever do it full justice, but I tried.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To begin with, such an exploration needs to recognize different types of love. If you do a Google search for “types of love” you find schematics of four, five, ten, fifteen and no doubt more if you can be bothered. For me, in my own world, I keep it simple with three sorts: Philia, a loving friendship; Eros, a passionate love; Agape, a companionate love (for the Greek scholars out there, many apologies for simplifying and appropriating such complex terms!).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Philia: This is when I love a person and want to spend time with them because they make me laugh, challenge me, entertain me, please me. And I want to do the same for them. It is based on mutual respect, loyalty, and appreciation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eros: This is what is often meant by being “in love” with someone. I hate the phrase because it seems so unrealistic, so juvenile, so insignificant. Yet, it is also handy. For me, it is a kind of love that transmutes and becomes something else, perhaps even dissipating completely. I have often confused New Relationship Energy with Eros, with being “in love.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Agape: This is the kind of lasting love, a love that is ongoing and comfortable. For me, it is the love that gives me inner peace. It is when I can sit on a sofa with someone for hours while we do our own thing and never needing to say a word. It is when I can make dinner with someone and we both know what we need to do without speaking. It is the kind of love that makes me want to take afternoon walks with a person, see the world with them, and never lose them. It is unconditional and rare.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are, of course, dozens of ways to categorize and analyze my relationships and my sorts of loving experiences, but these are the kinds of love I experience. One of the greatest difficulties is to recognize and acknowledge these feelings to others. How, for example, did I tell my husband that I never experienced Eros for him? Although in the last few months this has truly been developing; such a wonder to develop the most transient sort of love after ten years! From another angle, how many fuck buddies would really understand that I loved them in the sense of Philia, but not even Eros, especially when we were often so much more than fuck buddies? Most would be confused.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think, if I had to pick one thing, it would be my self-awareness and my knowledge that I’m not perfect and I must constantly work at growing and developing as a person. We all change, people we meet change us, work, small happenstances in the street, major illnesses, the weather, everything. I love the fact that I know this and as a result am constantly questioning and wondering and pushing myself to be the best and the happiest I can be. That makes me better and I think it makes the world a little better. That last bit, about making the world a better place … that is probably the second thing I would say I love about me. I am an idealist and want everyone to be happy. I do whatever I can to help move that along, without sacrificing myself in the process. Happiness is important, and I wish more people would find out what makes them happy and how they can achieve that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can I say a third thing I love? Of course I can, it’s my blog. I love my boobs. They’re awesome! Here is a photo of them (in a very ill-fitting bra – the shame!) to prove it.</span><br />
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<a href="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/" title="Sinful Sunday"><img alt="Sinful Sunday" src="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/sinfulsunday.jpg" style="border: currentColor;" title="Sinful Sunday" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-67515964220363659652013-01-09T18:23:00.002+01:002013-01-16T08:47:32.429+01:00101 Things in 1001 Days: The Launch<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“I’m making a list of 101 things that I want to do in 1001 days … including
the naughty stuff” This was Tweeted by @SexwithRose on the 30<sup>th</sup> December 2012. I was encouraged to do the same thing by @RebelsNotes, and so the journey to the center of the abyss begun – like all good things,
while I was in bed!</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">This idea seemed particularly perfect for right (here, right) now because
many changes are afoot in my life, many more than those I discuss on my blog.
My list includes everything from getting my hair cut to having
sex in a car (I licked someone’s cock in a car once about twenty years ago, but I don’t really count
it, my dad caught us, whoops!).</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Some of the items on the list are very personal and private so I haven’t fully
described what they are (and I won't tell you which ones are in code!). As for why the items are on the list, well that
is for me to know and … oh, all right then, twist my arm. Have a couple of
explanations …</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“Go to a nudist beach” This
seems pretty easy for someone happy to go to the toilet in front of total
strangers, but nope. I really hate sand! It gets everywhere and is
uncomfortable. Also, it is tricky finding someone willing to go with me. Maybe
hubby will, just for the hell of it.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“Finish the </span><a href="http://absinthepassion.wordpress.com/30-days-of-truth/" target="_blank"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">30 days of Truth </span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: NL;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">(not necessary to post)” Why would I complete
a blogging meme and not post the answers to the prompts? For my own growth. I
started answering the prompts before I started the 30 Days of Kink meme, but it became very emotionally raw and too intense to post so I gave up
with it. Writing it was valuable though, so I will finish the prompts and perhaps
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in a social role” Since I was 11 (yes, eleven), I have been a volunteer. This
has never, ever stopped. I cannot recall a time where I have not volunteered.
The problem is, for the past eight years this volunteering has all been for
professional purposes. I have organized events, networks, meetings and all
sorts of other things. I have represented women and
young people until I was blue in the face. I have done all manner of necessary
and important things that I (mostly) enjoyed, but they were also not very
useful for society in the broader sense, more for the disenfranchised members of an elite group. It is time I returned to
volunteering with children or older people or people with (learning) disabilities
or animals, or perhaps now with some other community groups. Working with sexuality campaign groups or something more relevant to my current lifestyle may be the way forward. Donating money to charities and ranting on the internet just doesn’t cut it
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<span style="font-size: large;">--------<br /><br /><strong>Tea and Spoons</strong><br /> Part Four<br /><br />The doorbell rang with Charlotte smirking at Jon as his cock reacted to the giant dildo in front of him. “Such precision timing! Jon, get the door.” Jon looked down at himself then, mild panic brushed through him, quickly replaced with excitement and an eager enthusiasm to serve. It felt different and new and special.<br /><br />The man at the door was a giant, well over six feet tall, a good few inches taller than Jon, and wide. Very wide with muscles that stretched his neatly pressed shirt. He was beautiful with dusky blonde hair and green eyes that looked right passed him. “Charlotte, my love, you look gorgeous. The dinner is ready in the van, the boy should get it.”<br /><br />Without even looking at Jon, Charlotte said “Boy, this is Bobby, you will call him Sir. Do as he says.”<br /><br />“Yes Ma’am” He spat the words out, feeling jealous and curious and angry all at the same time.<br /><br />“Now, boy, don’t speak to your Mistress in such a tone. Go to the van, in the back is a large box. Bring it in and follow the instructions on the lid. Oh, and put some shoes on before you go outside, these should do it.” Bobby went into his bag and pulled out a pair of red knee length boots. They had a slight heel and were laced up the front. Jon knew he should say “yes sir” but he felt slightly sick and tears (of sadness, anger, shame, fury, he had no idea) were threatening to fall.<br /><br />The boots fit perfectly, of course they did.<br /><br />When he opened the front door it was twilight and warm. A nervousness about getting caught ate into him, but it was easier to comply than fight and end up having to do it anyway. As he leant into the van and his lacy dress rose above his arse, exposing it to the air, he heard the neighbors leave the house laughing and joking. They must have spotted him because suddenly it was silent, then some coughing and hurried footsteps before the car left. His face burnt a bright red and he was grateful they hadn’t seen it.<br /><br />The box was heavy. When he took it into the house Charlotte and Bobby were nowhere to be seen, but he could hear them laughing and chatting, but the words were jumbled and he couldn’t understand a word. Once or twice he heard footsteps going up and down the stairs. Occasionally he heard a groan of pleasure and his stomach twisted in knots.<br /><br />The instructions were simple enough. The box contained a fully prepared steaming hot meal. It would seem Bobby was a chef of some sort. Jon had to prepare the dining table for two but serve everything onto plates for three. He had to take his boots off (that was written into the instructions, just how planned was this event?) and call out when everything was ready. He did so.<br /><br />Charlotte and Bobby entered the dining room and sat down.<br /><br />“Boy,” Bobby spoke with a deep American accent, Jon wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed that already. It was clipped and his voice was practically scraping gravel. “Bring us our dinner.”<br /><br />Jon did as he was told.<br /><br />“Good boy, now for your hard work, you may share our table. Get your dinner plate, quickly before it gets cold.”<br /><br />Jon did as he was told.<br /><br />“Now, boy, you may eat with us, between us in fact. On the floor, under the table, between our feet, like the scum you are.”<br /><br />He almost burst into tears. He didn’t know this man, although he suspected who he might be, surely Bobby wasn’t his real name. It was all too much to bear. Shame and humiliation ate at him as he sat under the table. His throat constricted making it almost impossible to eat. He heard the two laughing and chatting, sometimes about mundane ordinary things, sometimes they were teasing each other. Four times Jon heard them talk about him, when this happened they pointedly spoke louder and in clearer, crisper tones. Each time Bobby asked: “He seems to be doing well, should we reward him?” Each answer Charlotte gave was different: “No, I thought I heard a whimper earlier, he has no humility.” And “No, he is only interested in his own pleasure.” And “No, he has not yet learnt to reflect on his own wants and needs and desires.” Jon cried then, he tried to cry silently but he knew he failed. What seemed like an eternity later, but must have only been five minutes, Bobby asked the question the fourth time. “Yes, I believe he has learnt something, a little reward would be good.”<br /><br />At that, Charlotte opened her legs. What he thought were thick black tights were actually stockings, leading to her completely bare, naked pussy. She was so wet she glistened and the skirt beneath her was damp. Jon could smell her. He groaned loudly, desparate to taste her, to lick her. His hand reached out to stroke her but he pulled it back before he did, to avoid further punishment. He wanted her so badly his cock was dripping wet, he stroked it idly. And just like that, almost as if she knew, Charlotte closed her legs, moved the chair back and stood up.<br /><br />“Now, Bobby, shall we retire to the lounge?”<br /><br />“Excellent plan. Boy, come with us. Leave the plates. You will be cleaning them tomorrow.”<br /><br />Jon ached when he stood up. He had to stretch himself, move his body to relax the muscles. He caught both Charlotte and Bobby admiring him and put it down to a win for him.<br /><br />The brief pleasure from that vanished as soon as he entered the living room. Charlotte and Bobby had already sat on the sofa next to each other. Snuggling. (They were snuggling? What?) In front of Bobby was a footstool, one of those that rocks forward and backwards slightly. Wrapped around it was what looked like a belt, except standing up from a hole in the middle was the giant dildo Charlotte had been holding earlier. It was shining, glistening with lube and next to the dildo was a bottle of lubricant. <br /><br />Jon seriously considered leaving then, calling “Red.” He had fantasized about being humiliated so many times, but when it came to it, he really wasn’t sure this was for him. He felt sick. He felt used. He felt ashamed. He felt disgusted with himself. And yet, and yet ... He had never felt this desparate in his life, this needy with want. If he had to beg and lick this strange man’s feet he knew right then he would do it.<br /><br />“Start the DVD, boy. Then you know what to do.” It was Bobby who spoke.<br /><br />“Yes, sir.”<br /><br />The DVD that started was porn, a whole mixture of bodies of different sizes, shapes, genders, and colors playing in a lavish Edwardian style house in a confusing mix of scenes. Jon wanted to watch, but returned to the sofa. He looked at the stool and, picked up the bottle of lube.<br /><br />“Turn around, bend over, I want to watch you lube yourself up.”<br /><br />Jon heard the man undo his fly, he heard the man touch his cock as Jon filled his hands with slippery liquid. He smeared it on his arsehole. He easily put the first finger in. Then the second. Knowing that two people were behind him, watching, made him want to put on a show. He groaned as the third finger slid in and he started stretching his own arsehole. His legs wobbled, but he managed to stay upright. He touched his prostate, pushing it, pressing it, feeling the ecstasy roll through him. His legs buckled then and he nearly crashed into the floor.<br /><br />“Enough! Face me, boy and sit down.”<br /><br />Jon caught the look in Sir’s eyes, he saw lust and desire and want. For a moment they shared that, then Bobby looked at Charlotte and kissed her with a passion he had never seen before. Jealousy and lust caught him. He wanted to lean over and join in, he wanted to run his hands over their bodies and be touched by them, be kissed like that. He wanted it all.<br /><br />“Really, Jon, have you learnt nothing?” Charlotte spoke then, with an exasperated kindly teacher’s voice. It was as though she were talking to a child and not a man wearing a lace dress about to slide his arse onto a giant dildo.<br /><br />“Sorry Ma’am. Sorry Sir.”<br /><br />Jon straddled the stool, he held the dildo in one hand. It felt rubbery and large. It had some flexibility and give, but not much. It was ribbed and he guessed about nine inches long and obscenely thick. Much thicker than his own ample cock. He placed his arsehole at the top of the huge penetrating toy (is is really a toy?). Anxiety and excitement about what such a large thing would feel like bubbled through him. The tip entered, stretching his anus, not enough to hurt but certainly enough to feel like his limit was being pushed. He started to slide down. There was never any pain, but occasionally he felt tiny amounts of discomfort, questioning him like a challenge. Mainly he felt ecstasy. Pleasure coursed through him. The further in the dildo got the more his muscles stretched until he felt waves through his body and like his head was fit to burst. He forgot where he was and started rocking the stool backwards and forwards stretching himself more and more until he felt his balls hit the stool and his arse totally filled and pulled. He was groaning and crying out in ways he hadn’t known possible. He was acting like a cheap hooker and all he wanted was more.<br /><br />“Enough!” Charlotte's voice was broken and raspy, but quickly returned to the authoritative controlling voice of before. “You are here for my pleasure. Now I want you to suck Sir’s cock. Put on a good show and you may just get a prize.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />-------------<br /><br />This is the penultimate chapter in this story, although I have so many scenes chopped out there may be extras at some point. The last chapter will be up sometime in the next week.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909876776316348414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212565565170685016.post-68771959226339188912013-01-06T10:14:00.000+01:002013-01-11T09:54:03.087+01:00Sunrise<span style="font-size: large;">I had a seriously sexy season!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On Christmas day hubby and I had sex in the morning and again at night (the first time my Crimbo has been this exciting!), not bad considering how many family members were in the house at the same time. It seems hubby has a fetish for silencing me, which nicely complements my fetish for getting overheard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I ran around the garden naked in the rain while hubby watched safely from inside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One night we slept in separate rooms because I was poorly (his mum insisted, don't ask), so we wanked while sending each other filthy text messages.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hubby took total control of my orgasms telling me when I could and couldn't orgasm (he enjoyed this a little too much I think... *does the dance of nervous joy*). He "forced" me to masturbate so often I can't tell you, my fave was when he straddled my naked body while he was fully clothed with just his cock out. It dripped over me while I was masturbating and I was forbidden from touching him. He kept smearing his juices over my face and breasts and legs and tummy. He made me beg to taste his juices, but he still denied me his cock. Only after he had let me have a clitoral orgasm was I permitted to touch his cock, and only then so I could sit on it. I wasn't allowed to wash any of the jism off even though we were staying with his family. Fucking sexy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we got home after the holidays hubby fucked me while I had a dildo up my arse. It was the first time we have ever done that and he LOVED it! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also took a whole load of pics. This is me watching the sunrise while we spent a couple of days away from our families in a lovely cottage in the middle of some mountains. May 2013 be this beautiful and so full of sex!</span><br />
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(PS The thing I am wearing is the inspiration for the outfit mentioned in <a href="http://polykinkmonovanilla.blogspot.nl/2012/12/tea-and-spoons-part-three-erotica.html" target="_blank">this story</a>)<br />
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(PPS I always get hubby to read my Sinful Sunday posts and approve the pic. He read this and said "reading that made me a bit aroused, when you put it down like that, we did all that, that's really sexy." HELL FUCKING YEAH!!!!!!!! Now, time for some more sex...byeeeeee)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Edit: This photo was chosen as one of the five in Molly's weekly <a href="http://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/2013/01/10/sinful-sunday-weekly-round-up-91/" target="_blank">round-up</a> along with <a href="http://www.mollena.com/2013/01/an-afternoon-with-adam/" target="_blank">Mollena</a>, <a href="http://www.thatposition.com/blog/january-2013/to-charm-a-charmer" target="_blank">That Position</a>, <a href="http://beckandherkinks.com/sinful-sunday-collared-submission/" target="_blank">Beck,</a> and <a href="http://curvaceousdee.com/2013/01/savage-soothed/" target="_blank">Curvaceous Dee</a>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This post was written for the first Sinful Sunday of 2013, and as it is the first I'd like to thank Molly for all her hard work in coordinating it! Clickety click for more sexy images!</span><br />
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