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.

Blog friends

I'm chatting right now with an online friend about some horrible horrible things that have happened to her recently.  I just want her to know that I'll be rooting for her, and will always have a hand to help and a hug for comfort.

Take care of yourself.

o-fer

This is our third time out with no joy.  I'm not sure what it is with the swing scene around here.  In my darker moments I have the following thoughts:

• We're not as sexy as we think we are.
• I'm killing Eris' mojo.
• These people are all smoke no fire.
• These people are ashamed of what they're doing.
• These people don't decide on coupling until 2 a.m., and then do it poorly.

I'm not sure what to make of this recent lack of joy.  We're really not that hard to pick up.  We're kind of easy to be candid.  However, we turn into pumpkins at midnight.  I'm not sure these people (the smug urban hipsters) get the fact that we have very tiny sex trophies that will demand outrageous things like food at 7:00 a.m. the next morning no matter how late we've stayed out.

This was a 'takeover' event.  I.e. there were only swing-people at this bar.  The women were in something skimpy and the guys were there.  I was big-pimpin' but that's just the way I roll.

Anyway, we hung out, mingled, and flirted.  BTW I'm an overt flirt.  You really don't have to guess if I'm at all interested.  As I if you say something as demure as 'hold on you're in for a wild ride', don't be surprised if I turn you around pull you close to me and say 'giddy-up'.  Apparently, that's a bit to subtle for some folks.

The oddest thing was that if you hadn't have known these were swing-folk, you couldn't have know it from their behavior.  Everyone just stood around and talked.  We danced a bit and that was it.  After a while, we kind of got the message that no one was flirting with us, nor about to ask us back to their hotel room so we went home.

I'm still perplexed.

Hwæt!...in geardagum

The story of how I got into the lifestyle is quite a long and complex one.  I didn't start off my marriage to Eris with the plan of corrupting her.  I had fantasized that hey maybe we could have a threesome, but that was never the goal from the outset.  However, I'm getting ahead of myself.

This story is long and strange.  I thought about writing the whole thing in Old English just to establish my sex-geek cred, but I'll keep thing relatively modern.  It does happen to start a long long time ago - decades even.

I was a sexually precocious child.  I can recall having my first masturbatory orgasm around age eleven or twelve.  From there, it was straight into teenage wankdom and the requisite religious guilt surrounding that; self-inflicted I might add.  There was also the tiny worry of total  nuclear annihilation.  It wasn't exactly a sex-positive environment.  However, my parents were pretty progressive and never lectured me on the evils of masturbation etc.  For that, I thank them.  I can remember my total mortification when they found one of my magazines.  My mother was laughing, I wanted to die. 

I had my first actual sexual experience with a girl around the age of fourteen on a school bus, during the afternoon - hands down her pants to be precise - but I fumbled and managed no further damage than massaging her pubic bone.  

It was another two years before I would lose my virginity in another public place.  Let's just say it was at night, near the water.  It was mind-bending for a kid who was just starting to drive.  In all honesty it was probably better than it should have been.  I chalk that up to the hours of foreplay we had before the sex.  It was elating enough just to be having sex at all.  To have it in public from a girl(she was seventeen) who even told me I made her climax twice was even more mind-altering.  I was head-over-heels in lust.  I wanted a lot more sex, too bad we only managed to get busy two more times.  From there recriminations were had since she was seeing another guy.  Lies were told, face was saved, it was teenage sex-drama at it's most inane.  It was another year before I would get laid again.  Growing up in the sticks has a way of limiting one's mating opportunities.  That plus my own unrealistic expectations of women and my own social ineptness kept my wood quite dry.

The next time at least I got laid by a former bi-sexual stripper - go me, score!  I had a good friend who was had class with her.  She was all of half-decade older than I plus she had red hair.  Once again I was in lust.  We actually got a long quite well in an odd sort of way.  She couldn't believe she could stand someone my age.  I didn't quite get this until I turned twenty-five and considered dating eighteen through twenty year-olds.  Unfortunately, she moved away and we never got the chance to any further.  The bi-sexuality got my young brain thinking 'Hey, she likes girls and boys, maybe she'd bring home another girl!'  This was a long time before I understood how bi-sexuality really works.  After all, the only thing I'd had to learn from was Penthouse letters.  Did you know that some of them may just be made up?  Why did no one tell me that?

I was a confused, horny, and perverse twenty-something.  It was a bitch being a clueless horny geek with no prospects of getting laid.  This contributed to a lot of anxieties and needless worry.  Magic was not far around the corner though - serious magic. 

It has been decided!

Through some furious texting back and forth, paramour #1 has finally been given a stage/pen/rigging name.

Ladies & Gentleman, TVs & TSs of all orientations, I present Jinian, the paramour who brings pleasure, laughter, and the occasional perspective change into Eris' and my life.

No she doesn't have a blog, for now she's a fictionalized real person.  However, I do get to see  her tomorrow night.

Update, due to other issues, tonight has been postponed to another - dang!

Morning fantasies

Eris and I are going out to a 'lifestyle' event in a few weeks.  The event areas promised lots of private and secluded areas for frisky fun.

This bit of news awakened my inner rigger.  What could I do with a bound sub(s) in a few secluded areas and a lot of time?  I know - tie her/them up with instruction placards!

First area: Tied lovely elbows & hands behind her back with the placard
Feel me.  Anywhere on my body but only over the clothes.

Second area (Either later with the same lovely or a different one): Bound with arms to the side and legs slightly akimbo, clothing open with the placard
Fondle Me.  Feel free to arouse my erogenous zones in whatever manner you desire.  Vibratory toys may be left on a side table to help.

Third area: Tied to a table skirt lifted, undergarments removed, and blindfolded with the placard 
Fuck Me.  Vaginal only. Condom required.  Lead me up to or over the climactic peak.

Fourth area: Bound to a bench, clothing removed with soft/medium implements available 
Flog me.  Make me moan and cry but within limits.  Safeword: Diva.

I have no idea what brings these thoughts on at these odd times, but I'm not about to stop them