Last night I found some old naughty polaroids Venice sent me for the Valentine’s Day before we got married. As I looked through the pictures I began to think about how much has changed since she stood in front of that camera excited to share her body with me. Back then, these pictures were almost like a marriage license before you were married. You didn’t send anyone polaroids of yourself unless you really trusted them. In fact, I remember one huge argument we got into that ended with her saying, “Whatever, you don’t have to ever talk to me again but please send back my photos.” I suppose the photos became divorce papers when a boyfriend and girlfriend argue. Hearing her say that meant this wasn’t just a back and forth argument a new couple goes through, she was seriously considering ending our relationship. I immediately apologized and let her know I loved her more than anything in the world.
Anyway, seeing the photos reminded me of how beautiful she was. How lucky I was. How skinny she looked. How young she looked. And yes, how different her body looked seeing her with pubic hair. I remember in college and throughout the first few years of our marriage I would secretly pull out these pictures and study the details of her body. Then, as cell phones became more popular and every phone had a camera, I put the polaroids away and had my own hidden stash of naughty pictures she would send me or I would take of her on my phone. The need for the polaroids became obsolete and the memories of what she used to look like faded away.
Until last night.
After seeing the photos I started to think to myself about different things Venice had done with me over the years that I hadn’t thought about in a while. As I remembered some things I immediately thought to myself that I should write blogs about these random memories. That was the true intentions of this blog to begin with.
So, that’s what I will do.
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(June 9, 2014) Ryan: Can you please see if you can get off on Friday?
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a woman. And by sex, I don’t mean eating her out as I finger her. I mean putting on a strap on and full out fucking her.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all the couples or singles that frequent our website. Today, Venice and I are not going to have hot and heavy Valentine’s sex. We are not going to meet up with a hot local girl and throw her onto our bed for a Valentine’s threesome. And we are not doing a steamy Valentine’s photoshoot that ends with me holding a Teddy Bear over Venice’s head while I cum inside her ass moving my hips in a heart shape. Instead, we are having a no sex day. What does that mean exactly? It means we will lay in bed and slowly strip each other nude as we kiss and rub each others bodies. I will rub my fingers inside and over her pussy and measure how turned on she gets by how wet my fingers feel. We will kiss each others bodies from head to toe and possibly stop in certain areas if the moans get louder. There isn’t an area I am not going to lick, as I will pay attention to every detail and crevice her body has to offer. She will do the same, as we take turns appreciating and turning each other on. What we won’t do is have sex, orgasm, or turn our night into a physical climax. We do that every day already, as live our love life like it’s February 14, 364 days a year. So this year we’ll spend Valentine’s Day going back to our experience the first time we saw each other nude and made out. No, neither of us orgasmed then either. Much like tonight, there was petting, touching, exploring, passionate kissing, and a lot of intense moments where we both want to cross that sexual line but stay focused on every reason why we love being close, that doesn’t have to do with sex. 
On various Fridays we will post our most outrageous search terms that people used to find our website. Ryan and I will then share our own thoughts and hopefully entertain you guys or at least make the search term make a little less sense.