Morpheus...

Being married to an amazingly hot woman, smart, and sexual woman is a thrill a minute.  Mostly they go like this - amazingly hot and vibrant woman walks into a room, all eyes turn to her, and much attention is paid to her.  Meanwhile, even as awesome as one is, one is really second fiddle to the rest of the hoi-polloi  in terms of attention shown. 

I've learned to live with this 'vibe' of our local swing community.  After all, I'm no one of consequence.  I'm just the person that provides the stability and male half of our wonderful relationship - pay no attention to the flying buttress that supports the stained glass.  I'm used to the gawkers and admirers of this locale.  It's no big deal, I can handle them.

Eventually someone of  note will notice how well you have done, now it is gut-check time.

Do you remember that scene at the end of the Matrix where Neo is in fighting the agents and everyone on the ship is ready for the sentinel attack?  Morpheus has put everything in order and lived up to his vision.  He has tried to position everyone to succeed in the coming fight.  He is putting his ideals and vision on the line to defeat the Matrix.  His intro into the final scene begins with him being outnumbered, out-gunned, and trapped.  He looks up to the camera with his hand on the panic button and utters these words:

"Here they come."

Well in a little over one week, they'll be coming.

Have I really cemented a relationship based on trust, mutual love, and unfathomable dedication.  Have I done everything I can do support and care for one person as best I could?  Have I truly made a following of perfection that nothing can shake.  Can I work through my own personal insecurities and really be TMAME.  Do I have the courage to live up to and through  my ideals?

In a little over one week, We'll be at the party of the year, hob-nobbing with the rock-stars and idols of the kink world.  Does what we've manged to create in our tiny flyover world withstand the glitter & glitz of NYC?  Can I sit at the bar with the rock-stars and  hold my own?

In a little over one week, we'll find out.

Here they come...

Funniest thing I've read today

This is why you need to have friends that are into books.

pp. 122-123

...Also, we learned that the penis - root and stalk together - "has the shape of a boomerang" during intercourse.  (Leonardo [da Vinci] had drawn it stick-straight.) But not its precise dynamics.   If you hurl an uprooted penis into the air, it will not come back to you.  It will most likely, and who can blame it, want nothing to do with you.

I really need to post something

Anything really, with an upcoming swingereen and NYC sex-calender blogger party coming up, I should have something to say!

Pimping ain't easy

I've been reading Kyra's blog(invite only) for a bit and browsing a few of the comments.  The funniest thing I find there is that as Kyra is going through men for potential hookups, the gallery encourages her to just drop guy x and move on to guy y.  This seems to be quite common in sex-blogger comments in general.

The amazingly humorous thing about this is that finding people to shag is easy, but finding people to have really amazing sex with is fucking hard, seriously fucking hard.  It's like banging your head and genitals into a brick wall covered with glass which is also next to a carnivorous ant farm.  Yes, you can bash your head into another part of the wall, but the results will be remarkably similar.

How do I know this?

Multiple bad hookups.  

Swinging has been a lot like dating but in many ways worse when it goes badly.  Even in a room of people ostensibly looking for the same thing there are those that you will have magic wonderful sex with and those you'd rather shove into the aforementioned wall.

Jumping from lovers to lovers sounds like this great thing, but the most amazing thing about it is that those people are mostly imaginary.  Now maybe some people are the type that just roll into a club and find people to have wild chandelier swinging sex with on a regular basis?  For the rest of us, there's the long hard slog to find someone worth getting naked.  Eris and I and Jinian and many of the other swing folks we know are still working on that.

You meet someone, nothing happens and all of the sudden

*bang* you're off talking about how much you enjoy certain kinky things and how far down the road of depravity she wants to go.

Hi there, I'm back - and front for that matter.  For once, I've had luck meeting a woman online and turning that into an actual face-to-face encounter - whee!

It was awesome, it was amazing, it was beyond words; ok so it was kind of 'blah' on both of  our parts.  The amazing thing was is that while we liked each other, we didn't feel any electric chemistry whizzing around in our brains.  It was odd, as Kyra noted, we are kind of a good match - in electrons.

Ah well, at least I've made another kink friend IRL.

Care and feeding of paramours

I'm going to confess something right now that I've never really typed or spoken aloud.

I really really really really care for my paramour.  

No, I'm not talking, or even thinking, about leaving Eris.  She is and always will be the love of my life.

This isn't some sappy infatuation of first rush romance.  This is a deep and abiding care for her ongoing happiness.  

For instance: I was discussing her with Diva the other night.  I said about her: She's truly wonderful. She's smart, funny, pretty, submissive, etc. Of course all this means she's had horrible luck trying to actually date men.

This makes me sad for her.  I want her to be happy.  It would be awesome if she could find a guy who understands what makes our friendship fun in the sack, but I'd be happy to forego any carnal relathions with her if she found a guy who was just crazy for her.
However, since some smart guy hasn't figured out that she's a true catch, it's still up to me to help her with her lustful needs.  She works crazy mad hours, but last week she texted me to tell me she had a night off.  I was overjoyed at this revelation and asked her what she wanted to do with her day off.  Her reply was:

I want kinky sex.

I can help with those needs.  My first thought was that the kinky sex should involve at least myself and Eris, and rope.  This would be plenty kinky, but since I hadn't seen her in a while I thought I'd kick it up a notch.

I called the bakery couple.  Bakery couple is a couple we've been with before and we've really enjoyed.  Last year for Eris' birthday, Jinian, I, and bakery couple had a menage a cinq at chez nous.  This time it was a surprise menage at Jinian's.

Jinian was quite pleasantly surprised when we all arrived at the door.  We all had some wine and chatted for a while, then we absconded to the budoir.  Most of the evening was spent with Jinian bound for our pleasure along with a suitable amount of team flogging her lovely tush, back, and legs.  Since it was her night off, I thought she should be the center of attention.

After the licking, sucking, flogging, and shagging, the five of us all lay naked on the bed cuddling and caressing.  That might have been the most awesome part of the night, well that and Mr. Baker's art on Mrs. Baker's backside.  As we arrive home, Jinian sent me a lovely thank you for making her feel spoiled.

I honestly wish I had the time to spoil her more often.  For now, I'll just have to make her beg for kinky sex more often.

Fromage tres bonne

I must wish a very close friend of mine good luck with her Stilton encounter upcoming.  It can be an acquired taste, but I think after the initial shock she'll become quite accustomed to the flavor.