Greetings again troops!
Last week I pulled out all the stops and let the dynamic duo of Violet & 7 work me over as a birthday treat.
Perhaps it could best be summed up as
We'd done a threesome once before over a year ago, but this was very different. I was like a little kid on his first visit to Toys 'R Us...I was bouncing around from one to the other and it was all fun and over far too soon, but kind of frantic.
But This was FULLY interactive. And it was so totally harmonious. I mean, V. and 7 have their own relationship together as friends and lovers, and I felt like a very very welcome guest. In fact, as a threesome, I think it's loving and it's ideal.
Maybe partly because we all knew beforehand that the general theme of this little event was t about 7 and I making love to V. at the same time....
Imagine... 7 and I were alternately eating V's Puss and then deep kissing each other....Both ladies not just oralizing me , but both mouthing two sides of my scrotum at the same time....It was Tarzan's Big night in the jungle!!! Ahhhheeeaahhh!!!
And again let me remind you sports fans to always treat your companions with not just love, but respect...and to make sure that you give something extra to validate them.
Tipping is good...gifts...practical supplies like flavoured lubes..music...gift certificates for lingerie...bottles of vino... and party snacks. This time I brought a deli platter of those little roll-up things, and some nice soft drinks... 7 not brought the birthday cake, but insisted on feeding me forkfulls...like a little kid.....
There's something else I'd like to talk about here...It's a story that I started to tell in response to 7's question last week, but somehow I got a little sidetracked and didn't finish the story. This was in answer to had I ever participated in BDSM ? The short answer is yes, I had.
The longer answer is that it was round about 1975 on a mountain-top homestead near the town of Golden BC. My girlfriend in those days was one very fit and outdoorsy lady.
Her Dad was a big game hunting guide and outfitter and she grew up hunting and trapping and doing many kinds of physical work, and was easily stronger than many men, though strikingly feminine.
When I met her she had recently "found salvation," and was deeply religious and an Evangelistic Christian. Suffice to say that in her religion, extramarital sex was totally taboo. But this, in my opinion didn't really square with her
volcanic sexuality. It was an amazing relationship that we had. On her part, equal amounts of passion and guilt.
Ultimately she couldn't continue in our relationship because I could share her beliefs and practice, but until that came to pass we had some pretty wild times together!!!
During one of our frolics, and "out of the blue" she asked me to tie up her hands with my belt.
"Whaaat?"
"Just do it!!"
"Okay, Okay!"
I loosely wrapped her hands up, tying them over her head.
She commenced squealing with sexual delight. She was on fire. Good thing I had a hose nearby to try and quench it...
it was my first experience with bondage, and I was mystified by it. Years later I recounted it to a therapist friend of mine over a few brewskis and he told me that
it was quite likely that on a deep psychological level, this allowed her to "say to herself" that she was being "taken by force," that there was "nothing she could do about it, so that she may as well relax and enjoy it." So it's a release thing for someone with sexual guilt issues....
Okay, I'm good with that. And I did my best to accomodate it. Belts, neckties, extension cords...we'd done those...but on a vacation to visit some friends in Vancouver, we took a little stroll down Robson Street and I saw what I needed next in the window of a toy store
.It came on a card along with a little plastic badge and a whistle and a toy cap gun. I bought this item, tore off the toy hand cuffs and threw the rest away...that was good for a giggle I'll tell you....
Last week I pulled out all the stops and let the dynamic duo of Violet & 7 work me over as a birthday treat.
Perhaps it could best be summed up as
Not only that but it was highly educational. Truth be told, as part of the ongoing pillow talk between V. & me for I don't remember how many encounters previous, the planning and anticipation made the moment all the more delicious...
We'd done a threesome once before over a year ago, but this was very different. I was like a little kid on his first visit to Toys 'R Us...I was bouncing around from one to the other and it was all fun and over far too soon, but kind of frantic.
But This was FULLY interactive. And it was so totally harmonious. I mean, V. and 7 have their own relationship together as friends and lovers, and I felt like a very very welcome guest. In fact, as a threesome, I think it's loving and it's ideal.
Maybe partly because we all knew beforehand that the general theme of this little event was t about 7 and I making love to V. at the same time....
Imagine... 7 and I were alternately eating V's Puss and then deep kissing each other....Both ladies not just oralizing me , but both mouthing two sides of my scrotum at the same time....It was Tarzan's Big night in the jungle!!! Ahhhheeeaahhh!!!
And again let me remind you sports fans to always treat your companions with not just love, but respect...and to make sure that you give something extra to validate them.
Tipping is good...gifts...practical supplies like flavoured lubes..music...gift certificates for lingerie...bottles of vino... and party snacks. This time I brought a deli platter of those little roll-up things, and some nice soft drinks... 7 not brought the birthday cake, but insisted on feeding me forkfulls...like a little kid.....
There's something else I'd like to talk about here...It's a story that I started to tell in response to 7's question last week, but somehow I got a little sidetracked and didn't finish the story. This was in answer to had I ever participated in BDSM ? The short answer is yes, I had.
The longer answer is that it was round about 1975 on a mountain-top homestead near the town of Golden BC. My girlfriend in those days was one very fit and outdoorsy lady.
Her Dad was a big game hunting guide and outfitter and she grew up hunting and trapping and doing many kinds of physical work, and was easily stronger than many men, though strikingly feminine.
When I met her she had recently "found salvation," and was deeply religious and an Evangelistic Christian. Suffice to say that in her religion, extramarital sex was totally taboo. But this, in my opinion didn't really square with her
volcanic sexuality. It was an amazing relationship that we had. On her part, equal amounts of passion and guilt.
Ultimately she couldn't continue in our relationship because I could share her beliefs and practice, but until that came to pass we had some pretty wild times together!!!
During one of our frolics, and "out of the blue" she asked me to tie up her hands with my belt.
"Whaaat?"
"Just do it!!"
"Okay, Okay!"
I loosely wrapped her hands up, tying them over her head.
She commenced squealing with sexual delight. She was on fire. Good thing I had a hose nearby to try and quench it...
it was my first experience with bondage, and I was mystified by it. Years later I recounted it to a therapist friend of mine over a few brewskis and he told me that
it was quite likely that on a deep psychological level, this allowed her to "say to herself" that she was being "taken by force," that there was "nothing she could do about it, so that she may as well relax and enjoy it." So it's a release thing for someone with sexual guilt issues....
Okay, I'm good with that. And I did my best to accomodate it. Belts, neckties, extension cords...we'd done those...but on a vacation to visit some friends in Vancouver, we took a little stroll down Robson Street and I saw what I needed next in the window of a toy store
.It came on a card along with a little plastic badge and a whistle and a toy cap gun. I bought this item, tore off the toy hand cuffs and threw the rest away...that was good for a giggle I'll tell you....
