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January 15, 2015

Random Moments – Sex So Good It Took Us Back To The Future

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back to the futureA few Saturdays ago, Ryan was invited to watch UFC 182, Jon Jones v. Daniel Cormier, at his friend’s house. Because of a prior commitment with our little ones, I wasn’t able to go. This was a very highly anticipated fight for Ryan, so I told him to go and to call me if he got bored or if he wanted to say hi. The preliminary fights started at 7:00 p.m. and the house was an hour away. He was bringing drinks, so he knew he had to leave about 5:30 so that he can stop by the liquor store and get provisions.

4 o’clock rolled around and he hopped in the shower to get ready. Meanwhile I went to the kitchen to pre-heat the oven for pizza. I set it to 455 degrees fahrenheit. It called for 450 degrees, but I was too lazy to hit the minus button on the oven to make it exact. I’ve never known a frozen pizza to burn because of five degrees.

20 minutes later, Ryan is ready and I put the pizza into the oven. We all flock to Ryan in the kitchen to say good-bye to him and to shower him with hugs and kisses, but I’m not ready for him to go yet. I touch his crotch and told him that I wanted to fuck him. I pull him into the room and start to undo his pants. “Damn, girl! You just had it! You want it again?”

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January 12, 2015

Threesome Memoirs – Face Fucking, Semen, And Threesomes

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face fucking threesomeThere are three things I love: Ryan’s cum, face-fucking, and threesomes. I was lucky enough to experience all three at the same time. You may ask, “Doesn’t every face-fucking end with Ryan cumming in my throat? Yes, sometimes even twice.” But it has never happened during a threesomes, and not every intimate moment ends in him orgasming. You may also ask, “Doesn’t every threesome end in you or Ryan having an orgasm?” No, definitely not.

Ryan and I made a promise to have intimate time with each other every morning and evening (to start and end our days — the circle). This doesn’t mean that I have to orgasm or that he has to orgasm. The decision on whether or not we will orgasm can be just as uncertain as to how we decide to spend our intimate time with together. Ryan can let me know which of my holes he is currently obsessed on, but I control whether or not we wait for later to orgasm or end our intimacy with a bang (literally). Sometimes we will fuck until my body and vagina feel raw and if he hasn’t came, I will let him know the clock is ticking. “If it doesn’t happen in the next few minutes, you’ll have to wait until tonight,” I’ll tell him. Or tomorrow. Whatever I feel like telling him. I work hard to empty his balls. Very hard. And I take a lot of pride in what I do. I like knowing that I can bring him to climax quickly, intensely, or in multiple amounts. I love it all. It makes me feel like a woman and it makes me feel like I’ve done my job as a wife.

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January 1, 2015

Threesome Memoirs – Coming Down Off The Threesome High

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Well, it’s a new year, new leaf, new direction.  We are still compiling our top sex blogs list that we wanted to blog today, but have decided to find different blogs directed more towards couples and relationships, rather than the typical top sex blogs list (reviews, advertisements, reviews, fake stories, reviews).  We may not post an updated list. As far as new blogs, we will now try update on Mondays and Thursdays.  We did this all December and will have this schedule from now on.  We may blog on other days, such as Freaky Friday Search Terms, but check back on Mondays and Thursdays.

the downside of threesomesSo… coming down off the threesome high huh?

How about I just get to the point and save everyone with a low attention span the burden of having to skim through this blog.   Threesomes are overrated.

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Okay, for those of you sitting on the toilet dropping your chocolate meatloafs with nothing better to do than read a blog about a guy who is coming down from the threesome high, here we go.

Although my version (I am speaking for myself, not Venice) of our threesome stories have been written to sensationalize the sexy aspects of threesomes, they do not tell the whole story.  The truth is, I never felt comfortable in any experience.  Most of the memories feel more like mental movies that I didn’t really live, yet I have the memory of what happened in the movie.  The movie wasn’t great, but it had a lot of nude scenes, or moments you’ll never forget (think Basic Instinct). I think this is because I have blocked out the idea that I mess with other women in front of the woman I love more than anything in the world. In the heat of the moment, everything seems exciting. However, we do not live life in the heat of the moment, and once the moment passes, the reality of the experiences aren’t something I am proud of.  Not that I was forced to have threesomes, or forced to do more than just watch Venice spend time with another women, but I guess it’s like seeing your best friend have a good meal, and instead of joining in and eating with her, you just watch her eat.  It didn’t have sex because I was horny or wanted other women, I had sex because they were going to enjoy Venice, so I wanted to enjoy them.  I didn’t want to sit back and watch, I want to put my penis in both girls’ bodies and mouths, just because the opportunity is there. The caveman mentality of having every woman in the room seems to take over.  When I orgasm, the caveman dives back into my ball sack and the real me shows up.  The real me feels disgusted and almost sick to my stomach.  I would compare the feeling to smoking cigarettes when you want to stop.  You grab the next cigarette and you tell yourself, “This will be the last one.”  It’s not the truth, but it’s what you tell yourself because you feel guilty.  As you smoke the cigarette, you feel this huge relief.  You are getting what you want, what you are addicted to, and you enjoy the moment.  As you take your last puff, the guilt sets in and the endorphin rush dissipates. You’re satisfied as the nicotine flows through your blood.  In fact, you are so satisfied you could swear you don’t know why you even smoked that cigarette to begin with.  The urge is gone, the guilt has set in, and you begin to tell yourself all over again, I am really going to stop this time.

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December 29, 2014

Random Moments: The Teabag Saga

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teabagYesterday morning I walked into the bedroom and ask Venice if she wanted to go out for lunch. Venice excitedly said she did.  I cleaned up and got dressed.  As I came out of the bathroom I noticed Venice was still lying in bed.  I told her that if she fell asleep I was going to teabag her.   She laughed and said she wasn’t going to go to sleep.  A few moments later she asked me to lay in the bed next to her for a second, she wanted to cuddle for a while before we left. I laid down in bed and she wrapped herself around me.  I immediately felt my jeans unzipping.  I am not wearing briefs so as soon as my zipper is down, she has a hold of my penis.  She gripped it with both hands tightly while laying on my chest and said, “You aren’t teabagging me.”

At this point, I realized I had been trapped.  Venice was going to take a nap and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  I was going to be stuck with my penis in her hands and her head on my chest until she woke up. However, I had different plans.  I decided to wait patiently, as this is a technique I had learned while camping in multiple games of Call of Duty: Black Ops, and attack when she least expected it. Camping and patience always gets you the kill and the teabag.  When her breathing gets heavy, I will slowly slide my cock from her grips.  Once free, Operation Teabag will be activated.

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December 15, 2014

The Male Orgasm Rating System

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umbrellaSo, why do we blog? Because we are weird and do weird shit.   Somewhere along the lines we decided to share these weird things with the rest of the world because, well, why not?

We didn’t get into blogging for traffic or to sell sex products.  We didn’t even know if our blog would ever be read by anyone other than ourselves.  However, we both got off on the idea that our random thoughts and sexual experiences would be online for us to read whenever we wanted.   Almost like a public diary.

Dear Diary:

Today I am going to create a rating system for my orgasms.  Why? Because yesterday as Venice was giving me a blow job I couldn’t stay still.  She had both of her hands around my dick stroking me while she kept the head of my penis in her mouth.  This technique literally gets me so high that I cannot function.  My eyes water up, my ears get hot, my face goes numb, and I literally feel like I have no control over my body.  Like when getting a buzz from alcohol (I’m a very happy drinker) or some sort of drug, everything I look at gives me this euphoric feeling.   For instance, when I am in this high drug-like state, I look down at Venice and she is like an absolute angel.  My mind is in an extremely positive state and everything about her makes me happy.  Her looks, her body, her personality, everything, becomes angelic.   It seems chauvinistic, but I swear a woman is at her most beautiful when she has a dick in her mouth.  I don’t know if it’s the addiction to this feeling it creates or I am just a douchebag and like seeing Venice suck my cock.  However, my truth, between you and me Diary, she never looks more perfect than when she is giving me oral sex.  I do not care if she has spit all over herself and my dick, has tears running down her face, pulls my dick out and beats it against her own face saying how much it hurts, is moaning with each slurp like my dick is the best meal she has ever had, and is twisting her neck back and forth in weird motions just to let me know she wants to rub her jaw and mouth on every angle of my penis, she is flawless.  Beyond a super model. I feel some women do not get that they create this feeling in men.  They see oral sex as submissive or disrespectful.  If they do give you oral sex it’s slow, with little movement, as if they are eating at a classy dinner table and want to use proper etiquette.   The more you try to be polite, the more awkward you look. If you stop to wipe off spit, or giggle because you feel uncomfortable, you are ruining the moment.  Sucking our dicks and then not touching it because you may get your own spit on your hands is an absolute mood killer.  There is no nice classy way to give your man oral sex.  You either suck him with authority and put inhibition on the back burner, or you are not really that good at giving head.  That is it.  If you still feel like a lady while you are sucking your man, you probably aren’t doing it right.

Back to the point.  Good thing this is only for me and my Diary, otherwise I’d have to explain to the readers why my thoughts are so random and all over the place. By the way, if you aren’t me and you are reading this, please stop now.  No one gave you permission to look through my Diary.  Just because it’s here on the blog doesn’t mean it’s right for you to snoop through my shit.  Shame on you.

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