Project 31: Days of Swallowing Cum Complete

One of our most popular projects that inspired various articles from mainstream magazines and websites.  With that attention we decided the attention was a bit much and removed the photos of the 31 days.  The gift and the curse.  Our apologies.  The archives are below:  

‘Project 31’  started with our Christmas photos, which was actually ‘Project 25’, as we shot a photo every day of December prior to Christmas.   Some were silly, some were dumb, some were scary, but most were sexy as hell.  During that 25 day period our brains circled on other ideas for month long photo shoots.   It isn’t something I’ve seen done in other blogs (although I am sure it has been), so it feels original, fun, and keeps us updating daily.  Our next Project 31 will be growing out Venice’s bush on camera.  Yes, she is Asian and has noticed all the internet porn sites filled with little Asian women and their little but extremely hairy vaginas.   I don’t think I have seen her with a hairy vagina except when we first met, she was young and still proud of her shapely bush.  I was already trimmed, so it didn’t take long for her to follow my lead.  She didn’t trim it, she got rid of it all.  And after her first shave, she never let it come back.  The beginning of the “even landing strips is too much hair,  get rid of it all” era.   There have been times where she may have had a slight trim, but the full Asian bush, she hasn’t had since her puberty growth.   That will also not technically be a Project 31, as we are planning to take a photo each Friday until we feel her growth is absolutely complete.   We will then possibly do a full photo shoot of her spread eagle with nothing showing, because her hair covers up everything, hah.  That’s the plan, but it may not work out that way.

However, that is way off topic.  Originally we planned to have Venice write THIS blog the last day of the month.  I think our intention was to see if her feelings towards a cum shot had changed or if she liked to swallow more.   It was a dumb plan because she never really had issues with swallowing to begin with, especially prior to this Project 31.  For the last year, Venice has made leaps and bounds with her attitude towards sex, swallowing, and trying new things.   She has gotten upset with me for even suggesting she doesn’t like the taste of my cum.  It actually offends her that I say that.  With that being said, I guess Project 31 taught ME something.   I shouldn’t feel bad for wanting to see my woman swallow me or enjoy my cum.  I admit, as a teenager I remember thinking that a woman shouldn’t have to swallow a guy, because her mouth isn’t equivalent to the paper towels or toilet paper I would clean up my sperm each night with.  Just because I meet a girl that is willing to do anything to please me, all of the sudden my sperm, which I had been dumping in the toilet for years, was something worthy of being swallowed and enjoyed?  I didn’t think so.  That was the beta-male in me.  The nice boy.  I have changed just as much as Venice has changed.

There were times the bad boy would come out in me, the alpha-male, and I would ask her to  swallow me as some sort of guilty pleasure.  I was still little boy minded and felt bad about my own desires.  I felt bad that I wanted to see her do things I once considered dirty and  selfish.  I remember fucking Venice roughly,  punishing her with my my body and talk..  I’d look down on her and tell her I am going to pull out and cum all over her face and in her mouth.  She would look up at me and moan that she couldn’t wait.   As I reached my orgasm I would pull out, and nicely aim for only her mouth.  Then, after my orgasm was complete, the animal inside me would quickly die off and I’d feel totally bad for Venice below me, mouth full of cum.  I’d nicely get off her and say, “You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want.”   She would then get up and spit it out in the sink.  Although she would swallow everytime I asked, the guilty pleasure was more guilt.  My desire to see her swallow me wasn’t worth this idea that she hated me for asking her to do it.

Although I am not the only one to blame for this behavior, Venice herself was still dealing with her own demons and reservations.  She didn’t have to spit it out, so when she did,  she herself showed me she would have rather spit it out than swallow.  She also started to hold the cum longer after our sessions, which I took as her waiting for me to let her know she didn’t have to swallow.  These actions  only confirmed my guilt and made both of us even more reserved.

This has changed with day 31.  For Venice it seemed to change last year when she made this huge transation and became a what I consider a whole new woman.  Truthfully, I feel she transitioned from a young reserved girl caught up in an ego tug-a-war , to a confident woman who took back her identity by opening her mind and being the one in our relationship that is more receptive to new ideas.  Not only that, she embraced everything sexual and turned it into positive thing in her life, rather than negative.  The negative-to-positive transition can fix anything in my opinion.  Now, this new woman needs a real man.   I realize after Project 31 Days of Swallowing Cum, that I do not have to feel guilty for wanting to see my woman enjoy me.  I realize as a teenager I was wrong as hell.  I left my semen on paper towels because I didn’t have someone in my life worth sharing myself with.  My semen is an extension of me, and without my soulmate, there was no other place for it.  My cum wasn’t bad because I had to get rid of it, I had no other choice.  An orgasm is a special thing, and to be able to share it with someone makes it even more special. I have never been squimish or grossed out by my own cum, and if Venice wanted to kiss with my cum in her mouth, I would without hesistation, always.   The nice boy in me had his own reservations, but the man in me, who is still a nice guy, has put those behind him.  It’s not wrong to want to be wanted by a woman.  It’s not wrong to want to see her enjoy my body and fluids.   At this point in our relationship, I can’t even believe I ever asked her to spit me out.  I didn’t want to, but I felt bad.  I know better now.   Besides being a beta-male and passive on that certain issue, I was confused. Venice spitting out my cum would be like me going down on her and asking for a spit cup to spit in between licks, because I don’t want her in my mouth or body either.  That would be ridiculous.

Anyway, hopefully the blog readers enjoyed this Project 31:  Days of Swallowing Cum.  I will add the photo gallery to this post as well and unsticky the original.

PS:  I got caught up in my own thoughts and  I forgot to mention how glad I am this 31 days is over.  Truthfully, I didn’t enjoy grabbing the camera to take photos mid orgasm.   Usually I will hold my orgasm for 10 seconds before letting it all go and enjoying what follows.  I am also multi-orgasmic (like a woman, I can achieve multiple full orgasms without any breaks).  With the camera involved, I feel maybe 2 seconds of the cum feeling, stop whatever I am doing and grab my camera, pinch the tip of my penis, and focus the picture.  I then squeeze my dick (now already softening) and almost “pretend” to cum all over Venice for the camera.   The orgasm feeling itself was ruined because I never got to hold the intense feeling in as long as I could,  until it exploded on it’s own.     The cum itself is ruined because the longer you hold in the orgasm, the more fluid seems to come out when you do release.   The multi-orgasm is ruined because I am taking pictures and thinking about the quality of the shots.  This was 90% of the month for me.  Although I love Venice and appreciate what she did this month (she basically kept this Project 31 alive, because I remember being dead serious and suggesting we stop on day 9), I am glad it’s over.   I added thsi last part just to be totally open and honest in the blog, but even the worse 31 days with Venice, is something I’d prefer than the best 31 days with any other woman… and I mean that.

 

My Nipple Piercings: The Healing Experience

It’s been about two months since I got both my nipples pierced.  I had a few concerns before I got them done because I’ve had serious problems with piercings before.  But I knew that I could take them out if that same problem occurred again.  Then I worried that I would lose sensitivity in my nipples whether I healed properly or not.  But the deciding factors that led me to piercing them in the first place was that the piercings represented my sexual awakening, the freakiness that had been lying dormant in me, and the new way of life I was ready to lead with Ryan.  Not to mention they looked good in pictures.

The aftercare instructions included three daily salt cleanings followed by each nipple being submerged in the salt water for a minimum of 30 seconds.  Being the paranoid person I am, I soaked for five minutes minimum.  I watched closely for pus, drainage, crust, or any signs of infection with a fever being the worst.  For the first month, if I went a day without cleaning, a little bit of crust would form.  I panicked; that was something all too familiar to me.  But even now, I still do the salt rinses and soaks, although only twice, sometimes even once, a day.  My fear of infection has decreased, even though my piercer said I may not be fully healed for up to one year.

For the first week, I wouldn’t let Ryan anywhere near them: no touching, no licking, no breathing on it even.  Then one night, obviously during my hypersensitive stage, he brushed his fingers on my nipples and instantly a shot raced through my body.  They were so sensitive!  Ryan let his fingertips massage the very tip of my nipple and that was all the stimulation I needed.  I was so relieved when I realized that my nipples didn’t lose their sensitivity.  He didn’t pinch and twist my nipples like he normally did, but he didn’t have to.  That night my orgasm was so intense!  I knew from that point on that my piercings weren’t going to give me any trouble when it came to cumming.  I heard that pierced nipples were much more sensitive.  But since I had them both pierced and healed at the same time, I can’t remember what they felt like during sex before they were pierced.  During my healing stage, they were definitely sensitive, but as soon as I got past this stage, the ultrasensitivity receded.

Even though I didn’t have any problems with orgasms, sensitivity, or infection, I did discover some cons along the way.  Sometimes my bra would shift during the day and my piercings would get caught in the cup.  My hair is always getting caught on one end of the piercings, pulling one side up higher.  If this happened and there was a little bit of crust, it would get pulled inside my nipple.  In my opinion, the worst of it all was fucking on my stomach.  Once I was on all fours with my hands tied behind my back and Ryan was fucking me from behind.  I had no way to stabilize myself so my nipples were getting dragged and tangled in the carpet fibers.

Since I healed better than expected, I feel certain that I may be able to get piercings in other places.  Eyebrow, cartilage…or even my clit.

Fan Mail: Married 36 Years and Still Have A Great Sex Life

I would just like to say I came upon your site at Xhamster.com, and I really liked your videos, so I joined your blog. I think Venice is very sexy looking, and my wife loves  Ryan’s cock says it looks great. Just want to say “I need to see more videos from the both of you”. You now have a new follower.

P.S.
I love your thinking for the way u want to live your lives and marriage, we have been married for 36 yrs & still have a great sex life ( my wife finally tried anal sex for the first time five (5) years ago and loved it) trying new things really works to keep things going.

Love You both,

John

Thanks John, I am glad you enjoy the different blogs and videos we have created.   Ryan and I can only hope to one day say we have been married for 36 years.  Your an inspiration.

The New Me vs. The Old Me / Woman vs Girl

focusI can say with confidence that time, experience, and humility have transformed me from the little girl I was in high school into the brave, secure woman I am today.  When I say little girl I don’t mean someone who is younger than 18-years-old or someone who hasn’t gone through puberty.  I mean my attitude and outlook on my sexuality.

As a girl, I was taught to keep place a napkin on my lap during meals and say “please” and “thank you.”  But society, additionally, has emphasized the importance of waiting until marriage to have sex, not having more than one sexual partner, and not letting a man disrespect you in the bedroom.  Although I didn’t clutch my bible and do everything perfect, I adamantly refused to be sexually disrespected by a man.  This wasn’t in high school, this wasn’t in college – this was when Ryan and I first got married.

We were both young when we got married.  I was young-minded, still carrying these heavily-instilled pre-marriage beliefs in me.  It seems like I was bombarded with messages reminding me to cherish, honor, and obey my wedding vows, but no one gave me the okay to be a freak in bed and that letting a man control you was normal and not looked down upon.  I cleaned, did laundry, paid bills, and made sure my man never went hungry, but I had yet to learn to be an awesome and enviable wife.

Being disrespected in the bedroom meant so many things.  If Ryan even put his hand on my head and made the slightest indication to push it down or make me go faster, it pissed me off.  If he wanted me in a certain position, I refused to compromise. If he suggested exploring different things, I felt like he was using me to fulfill his slutty fantasies.  All these things were because I was insecure and made me feel less of a woman.  Women’s lib really did a toll on me.

Over time I came to realize that Ryan wasn’t controlling me. In fact, he only does to me what I allow him to.  Because in reality, if I truly did not want him to control my head, all I had to do was tell him not to touch me.  It’s like we walked on eggshells around each other.  I didn’t know how to express myself, I didn’t know how to compromise, to be a sexual negotiator.  I was afraid that letting go of my inhibitions would weaken me and eventually become too submissive to ever go back. But I’ve learned that part of a man’s masculinity is being able to control his woman in bed, an extremely sensitive place and one that can make or break a relationship. I now understand that by giving him this control over me, I ultimately am the one in control.

What I once considered disrespectful is now kinky, freaky, and dirty.  I make him pull my hair.  I let him hold my head in place as he rams his cock deep down into my throat.  It turns me on to gag as his dick head touches the deep recess of my esophagus. It excites me knowing I can absorb the impact of his 6 foot 5” frame as he fucks my ass. I used to get pissed off if any of his cum got on my face instead of ending up all in my mouth; now I lick it off my fingers as I push his semen into my mouth.  I lick my man’s ass, crack, and thigh creases when I stroke his cock.  I rub my face in his sweaty places and lick him clean.  When a woman does all this, there is NOTHING left for a man to control her with.  This is the ultimate control.

His Perspective On Her Anal Butt Plug Jewelry

plug-002Call this a review or whatever you want to call it, but my experience with the stainless steel butt plug so far has been amazing. Venice received her package in the mail, three separate stainless steel anal plugs, and immediately asked me to put the small one in. Before I knew it, Venice was asleep and in bed for night. I moved my body closer to hers and felt over her ass cheeks. She always sleeps totally nude, so I slid my hands over her pussy lips and ass hole, and felt she was still wearing her jewelry. It must be pretty comfortable.

In the morning she woke up me up in typical fashion, kissing me on my neck and whispering in my ears how much she loves me, licking under my arms, and sucking on my nipples. Before I could open my eyes, I felt her sucking and jacking off my total package. Somehow she managed to grab my balls and penis in one hand and was licking and stroking everything between my legs in one motion. I had never really felt that before, so I opened my eyes and looked down at her, but she didn’t notice because she seemed to be enjoying her new technique as much as me. She’ll probably blog about it.  🙂

As the minutes pass, knowing we both have to be at work soon, I feel her deepthroating me, which tells me she is either done for the morning or lubing up my penis to sit on it. Thankfully, this morning it was the latter. As she sat up on me and grabbed my penis, I felt my dick slide inside her. However, today something felt a bit different. She is Asian so naturally she is very tight, but this morning, I could really feel my dick struggling for room inside her. I begin to move a bit faster because I do not like the competition my dick seems to be in – I want all of her pussy to be mine. No matter how much I stroke, I can feel this bulging feeling on the underside of my penis, almost trying to push me out of my girl’s vagina. I realize pretty quickly it is the butt plug, and instead of fighting for room, I start enjoying the idea of her ass being full of an object while I fuck her pussy. What’s even more amazing to me is this is the very small plug, so I cannot wait to see what it feels like as she moves up in size.

How it looks wearing it during the day.
How it looks wearing it during the day.

As I am fucking Venice, I begin to talk dirty about the idea of DP (double penetration). Not that this would turn me on, as I have no need to ever see or feel my woman get fucked by another man, but the feeling is so intense on my dick, the idea overcomes me. I ask her if she would like to feel her body full of dick, knowing she is pleasing two men at once, or maybe even three men if she is deepthroating as well. Her body, so powerful that she could get three other bodies to orgasm all at the same time. She moans, and answers, she never wants to be with another man, but the idea turns her on so much. Her pussy is soaking wet at this point, I almost can’t feel the anal plug anymore, other than this slight thud on my dick head as I pass by the area it rests at in her anus. She moans that she wishes she had two more of me, so she could please me with every hole at the same time. I moan with her as she begs me to sit up and get behind her so I can see the jewel sticking out of her ass as I pound her pussy. I immediately hop up and begin fucking her doggy style. Now the jewelry is thumping on the other side of my penis, and the harder and faster I move, it seems my penis no longer can hit a “stride.” If I pull out a little too much, like we normally do, her vagina hole immediately closes and my penis slides underneath her body rubbing past her clit. This toy demands room. I pull the toy out and look at her hole immediately tightens back up. I slide my head over her ass and let it slide inside her. She moans, loving the feeling of real flesh inside her ass compared to hard, stainless steel. I notice that her ass is much more loose and easy to penetrate. I love it. I get my dick about a third of the way in before stopping. I enjoy the feeling but notice she tenses up a bit as my dick gets deeper. I lean down and kiss her neck and whisper, “We will finish tonight.”

This isn’t anything new, as our blog Our Morning Ritual explains our morning routine.  We spend time together in the morning to enjoy each other, to live in the moment, to not regret or underappreciate what we mean to each other. The orgasm, although a great feeling, can almost take away from the meaning of our mornings. If our goal is to cum, we may talk dirty, get rough, and cheapen the moment by getting this feeling we are using each other just to get off (some women feel a man only hugs or kisses on her, just to get sex — vice versa). If I am getting oral sex or we are fucking each other, not to orgasm, but to enjoy each other as much as possible without trying or even thinking about cumming, it seems to emotionally attach us much more. We both know we can orgasm together at night, so there is no need or urge to move our intimacy into a desperate sex mode, to get our cums off while we can just in case we do not get the chance in a few more days. We make sure we have our chances, daily. This works for us, although very much off topic.

As Venice got ready for work, we both agreed she should move up to the medium size plug, as it seems like the perfect size for preparation. She also didn’t really get too much pressure from the smaller size. She enjoys anal sex just as much as vaginal, so her anus is used to the pressure. She sent me a message this morning saying the medium size one is definitely more noticeable but makes her feel extremely sexy. It will also make penetration in her ass tonight much easier. However, I am unsure about how her pussy will feel. I am excited to try both. I love the idea of fighting for room inside her. She loves the idea of knowing she loves it in the ass. You don’t wear butt jewelry if the idea of anal sex isn’t something you are totally infatuated with.

As I was about to leave for work, Venice kissed me and asked me to think about this: “A woman with a strapon in one hole and your dick in the other.” I smiled. She devilishly grinned and followed up with, “That is the only DP I ever want.”

Dang.