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Sunday, December 30, 2012

New Year's Tease

Well, today is Sunday...and I'm nearly done with my writing hiatus.  Family is gone, the decorations will be boxed up as soon as I recover from New Year's festivities, and I'll be back to my routine.  Here's a little teaser of what's to come...

Tuesday -I commonly tackle TMI Tuesday, but I'm not interested in or inspired by this week's prompt, so I'm a lot more likely to review my New Year's Eve activities at a "sort-of" local "traveling" swingers group/gathering called Club Sapphire.  I'm sure Mr. LL and I can find all sorts of trouble to get into there.  They hire a band and take over a hotel.  Apparently, this party has brought in record reservations, so we'll see how it goes.  We've done New Horizons - and from what I understand, this is an off-shoot of that original club...I went shopping (a whole blissful afternoon sans children) for a dress today (opted for "little black dress" chic over glam or glitz) tomorrow.  My kind of decadence, really.  I'm simple like that.

Wednesday - the prompt for Wicked Wednesday is "2013".  Who doesn't have a shitload to say about that? 

Thursday - more nekkid pitchers.  'Nuff said.

And to entertain you in the meantime:   I have a film suggestion.  I was perusing the video rentals at Safeway and came across Hysteria.  The storyline involves a young doctor, fed up and looking for a place to truly blossom in a medicinal field and make his mark really helping people.  In his desperation, he comes across a doctor who treats women for "hysteria", a fairly common label for every female-malady that ever existed.  This "doctor" masturbates women to climax, helping them to relax, de-stress, and just plain feel better.  The young apprentice revels under the good doctor's tutelage, but finds the work to be "painful', eventually having to ice his hands between "sessions".  His rich, rather eccentric "inventor" roommate, helps him to modify one of his inventions (an electric fan run on a generator) to create the world's first vibrator.  After testing the prototype on a willing participant, they introduce the device to a plethora of high-class ladies at the doctor's office.

Really, it was quite hilarious.  Even Mr. LL enjoyed it.  It's not often that one finds such a naughty gem among the ranks of new releases at the grocery store video rental kiosk. 

So...there you have it.  Happy New Year...and I'll see you in a few days!

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Holiday Hiatus

My posts may be a bit spotty over the next week or so.  Not only am I feeling like absolute shit (first serious cold of the season), but my hands are a bit full with holiday preparations.  Don't worry...I'm not going anywhere.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Sexsomnia = Exhaustion

And not for the one who suffers from the disorder, either. sleeps just fine - right through all of his groping and all of my smacking and grumbling and annoyance.

Mr. LL has been working late recently - a weird shift that has him coming home around 11 p.m. after I'm already in bed.  After his nightcap and his cool-down - sitting on the couch surfing the net, he moseys into the bedroom and fills in his side of the bed.

About an hour begins - with flourish, I might add.  The disembodied hand slides between my legs.  I push it away.  It reaches over my hip and tries a more direct approach.  I smack it.  He rolls over.

A few minutes later, the hand is back, only now it's brought reinforcements - another hand and 2 arms...a erect cock poking into my backside.

I smack the hands back...and the arms...and push the rest away -

I hear murmurs of unaware apology.

It's not that I don't want to fuck my husband.  But, after I've been asleep for a few hours, I'm just too tired to care.  And after 3 nights of this, I'm glad to have a few days of normal evening "togetherness".  He's a lot less likely to seek me out blindly in his sleep if he's sexually satiated earlier.


It's 8:30, and I'm ducking out early to catch some shut eye before my beloved returns.

But, I wanted to bid you all Happy Thursday beforehand...

P.S.  So, I ended up staying up late anyway to work on some holiday projects, as I'm feeling guilty about them and am running out of time very quickly.  Mr. LL came home and wondered why I was still up.  We have a little while to catch up after 4 days of seeing little of each other.  Before I headed off to bed at around midnight (ugh), he asked if he came to bed now...was the "store still open"?  Yes it is, my dear. expected, Mr. LL slept like a baby - a bit snugglier than I prefer (I end up sleeping on the edge of the bed, body-hugged to immobility).  But, that's an improvement, eh?  And this morning, I can't blame my fatigue on him completely.  But, I can blame holiday preparations.  Dammit.  Maybe I should have just bought gifts...would've been a helluva a lot quicker.  But alas, the homemade is always more heartfelt and usually appreciated more.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Sexiest Poets #1: William Carlos Williams

This is a Wicked Wednesday on the link to see who else is playing.

So Much Depends on Intended Discovery
 (my naughty homage to William Carlos Williams)

The note on the package simply said, "New".
New and improved?  I wondered.
And who was it for?
Wrapped in shiny, metallic red fabric flecked with gold,
and secured with ribbon,
the gift held down the rumpled bedspread with auspicious authority.

Nobody else was home.
And since there wasn't a name on the package,
I had to assume it was for me.

But, I hesitated to open it.
I even felt a bit guilty, actually,
as I pulled the ribbon between two fingers,
I glanced around without turning my head,
and squeezed the bottom left half
of my lip between my teeth.

Sliding the untied ribbon off,
I let it drop to the floor.

The package let out a sigh,
as if finally able to breathe,
so I continued undressing it,
sliding my fingers inside the open seams
of the glittery fabric.

Opening from the right side,
careful not to upset the balance
or move any part, in case I suddenly
changed my mind and decided to put it all
back together,
I peeled back the folds to reveal
a glistening peach,
dusted lightly and seductively
with soft bronze fuzz.

I leaned in and inhaled the sweetness.
I licked my lips, closed my eyes,
and hovered my face above it,
lingering, considering,
and finally giving in.

I lightly flicked my tongue across
the palest part, inside its creased indentation,
and let it slide slowly but eagerly
toward the red blush of its roundest extremities.

It was indeed new,
this gift,
nestled softly in our sheets.

And I do, indeed hope it was meant for me.
But if it was not...

This is just to say:

I have eaten
the luscious gift
that was in
our bed,

and which
you were probably
for tonight.

Forgive me
she was delicious -
so soft
and so warm.

 (Feel free to write your own "This is Just to Say" poem - it's one of my favorite copy-changes/prompts - because it can be re-written in so many ways, for so many reasons, and for so many audiences.  Williams is one of my favorite poets, because he had this impeccable eye for the most complex ideas held in the simplest images.  So much depends on a red wheelbarrow, after all.  That, and I love the mischievous "I'm sorry, but I'm not really sorry" angle of his poem.)

And here's a sexy little bonus -


by William Carlos Williams
And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind . . . !

“Williams began as a very traditional poet, writing rhymed poems about Spring and love and delicate ironies. But by the mid-’Twenties he had pushed into formally challenging constructions influenced by Cubism, Surrealism and the speech of the common people. Hardly anyone had thought to make poems out of the simple vocabulary and inflections of conversational speech, he was really the first to do it well.
In addition, he managed to throw out all the fluff and lace of traditional cliches and make little naked constructions from the raw timber of American life. They look like scaffoldings, their structure plain and unadorned like a newly framed house. “The pure products of America go crazy”–who else would have thought to write a line as accessible (and telling at the same time) as Williams? Their deceptive simplicity masks a complex kinetic energy which the line-breaks and stanzaic pauses and settings underscore.”
Curtis Faville,  July 2008, Silliman’s blog


Monday, December 10, 2012

Deck the Halls...a 7 bonus swinger house party

To follow up on my previous "teaser" are all the wonderfully juicy details!

So this was our first "house party" (I sounds so your keys in the bowl and swap wives for the night).  I wasn't completely sure what to expect, but we knew the people throwing the party pretty well and had heard their parties were good.  We had the added benefit of being able to bring our trailer and plug in, so we'd have a warm haven of our own when we were ready to sleep or if we wanted to invite guests to a more private environment, which turned out to be a very good idea.

We got there a bit later than we had planned after having to get a flat tire fixed (if it isn't one thing, it's another, right?).  But, we still had time to get situated, settled, and changed.  Gin and tonic in hand, garter, undies, thigh highs, red platform heels, a little red babydoll nighty, and a black dress to cover it all up before the later-in-the-evening unveiling...I headed up the back stairs to the porch where our lovely host and hostess had set up a heated smoking/conversation environment next to the hot tub (which I never got around to testing out).

We stopped and chatted with a few people we'd met before (shit, we even ran into "our first time" couple - fancy that! - small world).  I don't remember when, but several gin and tonics later, I lost the dress.  I think it was after the white elephant gift exchange (which was a fun assortment of porn, sex toys, and gag gifts).  Mr. LL donated a set of thumb cuffs to the cause and came up with a crazy scavenger hunt that the lucky couple who ended up with our gift would have to complete to get the keys.  The caveat was that the couple had to put the cuffs on (one on her thumb, the other on his) and would be stuck like that until they could earn the key.  I'm not sure how it turned out, because we ended up heading out to our trailer not long after the exchange.

Basically, it was about 40 or so couples, 4 playrooms, and a whole lot of mingling, flirting, drinking and naked flesh.  Who doesn't love that?

Mr. LL and I made it all the way through the gift exchange and hadn't found anyone with whom we really clicked.  Sure there were some sexy people, but anyone who has ever dated knows that sexy doesn't mean "attractive to me".  So much goes into choosing the right someone:  demeanor, smile, style, conversation, etc.  And when you try to find TWO people together who are both attractive and desirable to both people in the other couple...well, let's say it just gets complicated.  And when you find it - it can be powerful.

But, I was having fun anyway, so I went ahead and lost the dress - what can I say - I was feeling randy I suppose.  And on my way back from the restroom, Mr. LL told me that he'd found a "redhead" he wanted me to see.  Now, if you didn't know...Mr. LL has kind of a fetish for redheads.  But, usually, I'm not as into them.  Needless to say, I rolled my eyes as he pushed me toward the stairs so I could see.  I was pleasantly surprised.  Hmmm....short red hair, glasses, a classy black dress, beautiful curvy figure.  We walked past her and her man (also appealing - BONUS!) and sat on the couch.  And good lord, who knows how it all fell into place, but they came over to us and introduced themselves (bonus #2). thing led to another, and conversation went well.  They were both sexy AND smart.  Nice.

I happened to be sitting on the couch (another woman straddled behind me) and we were talking with some other people.  The sexy couple left to go upstairs for something, and I continued talking to some people on the couch.  It didn't take long, though, for me to become concerned that I might miss my chance.  And after listening to the other couple (young, just newly dating, and this was his "first" swinger experience), I cashed in my conversation chips and bailed as quickly as I could, hoping to find the sexy couple somewhere upstairs before they left for good.

As luck would have it (bonus #3), I found them tucked into a corner by the sliding glass door.  I squeezed in beside them and within a few minutes, I was kissing the male half...and then the female half.  And then....

Back in our trailer, it took little time for the clothes to come off and the heat to rise.  Off came her black dress and matching purple bra and panties.

Now, I could go into great detail...and I might...but a few things really struck me.  First off, it was the eyes.  Both of them had these intense gazes that could bore a passionate hole right through you.  Yum.  Made my pulse quicken without even a touch.  Second, the kissing.  Not all couples are into it - maybe it's too intimate for some?  I guess for some people it all about the sex...that's why they're there and that's all they want.  But, I need the whole package.  And the kissing is a big part of it.  Third, both of them were into it.  I've had it happen before where it was obvious that one partner liked the "hobby" a lot more than the other.  Somehow, the sparks flew 7 ways (I think I got the math right there).  I don't think that has really ever happened for us.  Nobody "took one for the team".  I was just as turned on by her as Mr. LL was...and it was a joy to be caught up in an equal bisexual attraction.  And her man was attentive and had the ability to satisfy me (which really isn't that hard...but guys sure seem to have a tough time of it). 

If you've read my posts in the past, you might know that I've had a bit of a dry spell with that.  For some reason, there's been a lot of disappointment as of late.  One guy who was in over his head (his wife wanted it, but it freaked him out so bad he couldn't even get it up)...another who was too caught up in his own household drama (understandably, of course, but it ended up being a less-than-satisfactory evening for me because of it), and another instance where the man was just a plain effing disappointment (I ended the evening in tears, asking Mr. LL to just make them all go away).

So, with all honesty, I went into this party with some pretty big disappointments shadowing the festivities, and some pretty big (if unhopeful) expectations.

Bonus #4...I was not disappointed.  The taste of her, the feel of her soft lips, the rise of red up her throat as my husband fucked her, the feel of her man's hands on my hips, and the weight of him on top of me, hearing Mr. LL offer her little secrets as she went down on me, pillow talk with her man while we fondled each other, made out and watched.  Really, it restored my faith in fucking other people.  Thank-fucking-god.  What a relief.  (I'm sure Mr. LL is saying the same thing...not only does he hate to see me disappointed...he loves doing this together.)

The sexy couple was "all that and a bag of sex mints".  And after they reassembled themselves and headed off into the night, Mr. LL and I continued...only things got a bit more forceful - the whole experience had obviously inspired him.  He pulled out the cuffs (which he's only used on me a couple of times - briefly) and secured my hands behind my back.  And then he had his way with me - hair-pulling and spanking and dirty words in my ear...normally I would have been taken aback, but I seem to be enjoying this a bit more nowadays.

Riding him with intent, right before I made him cum, there was a knock at the door.  The hostess was dropping by for some late night conversation - and maybe a bit more, eh?  Unfortunately for us all, Mr. LL and I were exhausted and a bit too drunk to go any further than "lights out" and "see you in the morning". (Hey, there's always next time, right?!)

We slept in.  He tried to get frisky in the morning, but I was way too fricking tired to comply.  I smacked him (in a wifely manner) and told him I needed more sleep.  A few hours later, he tried again - and I was a lot more compliant.  Nothing like a morning session of cunnilingus to start a day out right.

God knows how I dodged a raging hangover (bonus #5) - which is lucky since we had quite a drive ahead of us...and holiday shopping on the way.

I'm pretty sure I went to bed at about 8 last night.  And I don't think I moved all night.

Bonus #6 - no repercussions (if you read often, then you know, I was a bit worried about an imminent UTI, which seem to follow every bout of bountiful sex I have...but, so far, so good).  A whole lot of hot, free, NSA sex.

Bonus #7 - the sexy couple emailed us already to see if we could hook up again sometime.

Ummmm....that would be a yes.  Fuck yes.

P.S.  I heard this song on the radio on the way to the party...thought it was fitting -

And since this is a post all about "bonuses"'s another: a disclaimer to the addition of these videos - I actually prefer a bit of a relationship with my sex - even with other couples. Dinner, dancing...friends with benefits are the yummiest kind.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Deck the Halls with Lingerie

Quick post before sleep.  Mr. LL is putting clean sheets on the bed as I type (bless the man for saving me time to write).

Tomorrow, we are headed to a house party.  The theme is holiday lingerie (I think).  I painted my nails red in homage to the season (and classic sexiness).  I haven't quite decided what I'm wearing (though I'm sure there will be a picture or two to post when I do).

45 couples?  What WILL we do with so many bodies to chose from?

So tomorrow morning will be all about grooming and packing - digging through my stockings to find a pair with out a run, choosing a holiday-esque negligee or something to wear - shaving, showering, spraying perfume between my breasts and thighs.

'Tis the season, eh?  (P.S.  I'll share the juicy details when I get home.)

The Lustful Literate

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Nostalgic Pornography (HNT)

The Lustful Literate

I've always admired vintage pornography.  The colors, the tones, the effects, and the innocence.  There's just something about those old photos that makes me a bit wistful.  This is my little homage to those ladies of old who bore all to the camera, with girlish smiles on their cherubic faces.

Love Letter

This is a Wicked Wednesday prompt (#want).  Please visit the site to check out everyone else's interpretation.

Love Letter 
When you come home,
I want you to take off all of your clothes and
slip into bed beside me.

When you touch me,
I want you to feel my love for you
pump its primal rhythm through my veins.

When you kiss my ready lips,
I want you to believe that I
need your arms to be my sanctuary.

When you push yourself inside of me,
I want you to release everything and 
let your concerns dissolve in our sweat.

When you reach the crescendo of pleasure,
I want you to open your eyes and really
look at what I become under your spell.

When you press your gaze,
I want you to see me -  as I
hold nothing back.

When you flick off the light,
I want you to embrace my whole body and
breathe softly into my neck.

When you rest your head on the pillow,
I want you to know that I could not
dream of a more worthy haven than this.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Sexual Fantasies

TMI TUESDAY - questions provided by Swinging Gemma.

1. Do you think that acting out a fantasy can sometimes cause damage to a relationship?

Yes.  We call them fantasies for a reason.  Some are harmless and might add a little spice to a relationship - for example:  having sex in the woods, adding a third or fourth person to the mix, masturbation via webcam.  But others can get us in to more trouble than they are worth and should probably stay in the bedroom and be used as pillow talk:  sex in the office, sex with a colleague or client or subordinate, sex with strangers.  And still others could be downright dangerous or illegal (though I realize that lots of perfectly normal sexual "desires" are considered illegal still in some states):  bestiality, pedophilia, necrophilia...

2. Some couples role play their fantasies rather than introducing another person into the relationship to live out their fantasies. Do you think that this is an acceptable substitute?

Absolutely.  If your partner is game and you've discussed it thoroughly and considered all the pros and cons, I don't see any reason not to try something - as long as it brings no harm to others.

3. Is there a particular movie or TV series or character from a movie or TV series that you fantasize about?

For years, it was Gary Oldman in the role of Dracula.  I'm a classic gothic romance fan, and he just really fit the bill for me on that one.  There's, of course, also Johnny Depp (I've had the hots for him since the original "21 Jumpstreet").  Hugh Jackman, Heath Ledger...

And let's not leave out the ladies - Julianna Margulies (looks almost just like my first girl-crush in college), Julianne Moore, Michelle Pfieffer, Marcia Cross...

Really, there are too many to cover in one post.  TV and film are crawling with hundreds of sexy people.

4. Apart from the obvious things like child abuse, are there some things that are ‘off limits’ for a fantasy e.g. incest fantasies, age play, rape fantasies. Why/ why not?

I have no problem with anyone living out a fantasy with other consenting adults.  Unless you are harming someone else or involving a person or animal that cannot speak for themselves, it's your business.  But, I personally take issue with infidelity.  I'm not judging others who do it, necessarily...but my marriage is so important to me.  If I wanted to cheat, it means there's a problem in the relationship that needs to be dealt with - or the relationship needs to end.  Mr. LL needs to be privy to what I'm doing with others sexually.  He needs to be in on the planning.  And right now...he even needs to be there - I do not play alone or without my husband's blessing.  All fantasies go through a process of discussion in our household long before they are ever acted upon.

5. What is the most taboo thing you have ever fantasized about doing?

I've had a few rape fantasies.

6. Tell us about a fantasy that you have that you don’t ever see yourself actually acting out. Why do you think you will never act it out?

Having sex with a his office.

Rape...  I think it scares me too much - I don't think I'd actually like it.  In fact, I don't really like it in my fantasies either, but it's there - so I suppose I have to admit it's a fantasy.

A gang bang.  Same as rape...I don't think I'd actually like it.  I can handle a partner...or most three - in an evening.  While my coochie is athletic and works out on a regular basis - she gets tired and angry if abused too much and for too long.  And she can be a spiteful little bitch.  Her revenge is unpleasant.

7. Have you ever pretended the person you were having sex with was someone else without telling them?

Yes.  Close eyes, insert face.  (Don't worry, Mr. LL...I haven't done it to least I don't think I have...)

8. Have you ever tried to make a fantasy a reality only to have it fail miserably? What happened?

Yes.  We have these friends...I will call them Dick and Jane.  I was hot for both Dick and Jane.  Mr. LL was good to go with Jane.  For some reason, every time we drank a bit too much when we were together, Jane and I ended up getting handsy and kissy (it happened way more than once, so you know there was more to it than just the alcohol).  Then, I began to try to seduce her to go further.  Dick was totally up for it.  Jane, not so much.  I think she was willing to do the girl on girl thing but wanted nothing to do with swinging or letting me anywhere near Dick (and believe me, there were a few moments when I really considered fucking him anyway - oh good lord how it took all of my self control, when I ran into him outside of the cabin we were all staying in, to say "No, not without her blessing").  Over the course of 3 separate interactions, we finally gave up.  It ended with a drunken evening of kissing and fucking on the same bed (our own trading...but there was some touching going on - and I'm pretty sure Mr. LL got his face between her legs at some point.)  We're still friendly with them both.  But, I have to admit I'm still a little bitter about the failure.  Dick was so into it, and I would have really enjoyed fucking him.  As of now, when we do see them, it's like it never happened.  But then, we avoid going anywhere with them where alcohol will be involved (they are both crazy-makers - they bring drama where ever they go).  Put a little wine in that woman and she gets all handsy and flirtatious.  It sort of pisses me off a tad, actually.  Makes me want to say..."Don't offer anything you aren't willing to go through with."  Grrr....

Bonus: Tell us about your most cherished fantasy. Did you ever live it out? Please give us all the juicy details because that is the kind of people we are.

I don't really know that I have a "cherished" fantasy.  I guess, for many years I fantasized about being with a woman.  I had a huge crush an a girl in college.  I was in a relationship at the time, though it was caving in.  I sort of chalked my desire up to being unhappy with my boyfriend.  But....the desires didn't go away.  It was awhile before I had another full-on girl crush.  I never went through with that one.  She
was a waitress at a local restaurant that I loved.  She had this really curvy figure, like I love.  Almost a bit plump...I suppose you'd call it voluptuous...this round, enticing bottom that she always covered in form-fitting skirts and dresses.  And she always wore heels and classic jewelry...lots of black and white and red.  But she was "crazy" and would have led me down the path to ruin, I'm sure.  What is it with my fascination for crazy chics?

Here are some links to a story (written in parts) that was inspired by this pretty little lunatic.

I think right now, my fantasies lean toward the "man dominating the woman" side of things.  I love it when my husband takes control.  When a man who I know respects me takes the lead sexually and uses his power to control the situation (without pain), it makes me cum buckets.  Okay...that wasn't a lady-like description, but you get the point.
And I thought...just for the entertainment factor, I'd add this this gem on.  Wow. I don't even know what to say. Maybe you do. I mean, there are a few good points here, but they're drowned out by all of the completely sexist commentary.  Yowsa! I guess it doesn't help, either, that I'm not Christian. So, I have a hard time with the - God wants me to do this/not do this - mentality when it comes to sex and marriage.  I love my husband. I married him because I wanted to spend my life figuring shit out...with him by my side to help make everything seem less confusing...or at least less lonely. Sure, I have spiritual beliefs...but they don't belong in my bed.  And if I ever left him for another man - I sure as hell wouldn't expect him to be waiting around for me when I finally got my head out of my ass. Who the hell is this woman married to? And who the hell are these people?  And last, but not the hell did I find this stupid video in the first place - Google is a strange guide, I must say.