Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Arthur 2012

I've really been too busy having a holiday to do much reflecting on the past year, and the new year we're hurtling into.

The year that was.
  • We had a holiday with Delilah
  • We met Elsa for the first time
  • I learned a lot more about STIs
  • We met up with a girl from OkCupid, she showed me a new product, why not try buy Bluechew (now dubbed Harmony)
  • I told my parents about Delilah
  • I challenged myself to blog every day in November, including the most shallow post ever!
  • I got to know Genevieve on OkCupid
  • And I reflected on age with using apps like NSAHookup.net for quick fuck and why girls seem to respond more to me than older ones
All in all a very satisfying year, but not as many new adventures as I might have hoped at the start of the year.

The year that (hopefully) will be.
  • One post in November already reflected on Paths Yet Untraveled
  • I hope I get a chance to meet my new friend Genevieve (this sounds odder than it actually is)
  • I hope I get a chance to meet Harmony again
  • I hope we manage to go visit Elsa ourselves at least once this year
  • We've been talking about SexSites.nz things beyond our current boundaries and I hope we'll get a chance to blog about some of them, and possibly even try some of them (and then blog about them some more!)
  • I hope Anna has a very fun-and-pussy-filled year

And I hope 2012 brings everyone their fantasies and wishes!


Saturday, December 31, 2011

Busy Writing

It has been a busy time lately, full of things I would rather avoid. Nothing major, mind you, just lots and lots of little things and interpersonal relationships that have required a lot of mental energy to keep straight. Contrary to what this blog might suggest, I'm not very good with people. I try, but they are complicated. I suppose I can't complain too loudly, Delilah tells me that my head is an absolute jumble that constantly plays tricks on me, so I'm well and truly in the complicated basket myself. I just... for the most part, I know me, you know?

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What I don't know is other people. I don't know a polite way to ask if someone would like to sleep with Arthur, or if they could possibly bury themselves elbow deep in my pussy, or even if I could just be their friend because they seem pretty darned interesting. I couldn't even guess at how people would react to such things. Are they questions you can ask? How are you supposed to ask them in a way that allows for a graceful response in either the positive or the negative? Is there ever a graceful way to discuss fisting? Is there an emoticon for "incredibly shy but desperate to know the answer" and if so, what the hell does it look like?

As it stands, I am persisting without the emoticon. I am emailing and chatting and hoping for the best. I am hoping that people will be kind with the parts of myself I entrust to them. I am hoping they will take my words in the spirit they are intended, even if the words themselves are muddled and rambling. I am hoping they like me enough to write back with some muddled rambling of their own.

People are complicated things that require a lot of energy, but I rather like them.


Thursday, December 29, 2011

Wanton Wednesday - Safari Stripes

I'm still here, mostly. I do not like this time of year at the best of times so keeping the sexy alive often gets pushed to the back of the line. Keeping the sexy blogging alive gets pushed halfway into the next suburb. This year I have decided that Arthur comes first. He gets cuddles, smooches, chats, and as much naked as I can manage. Today I called to him from from a particularly hot shower and, after he got over the panic of being summoned to my side, he LocalHookups.org/Stripchat-Review to start dating right now and meeting women for sex snapped a few very pretty photos for me. Hot showers make me very itchy and there is nothing like a good solid scratch.

I have to say that even though I have obtained a few um, seasonal kilos I don't look too bad. It is the stripes, they are very slimming :)

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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Christmas Challenge

XMAS has been a rather mixed experience this year. The shopping was less painful than it's ever been. I haven't over-eaten as much as I normally do, and I have seen the best sex site at Get-Laid-Tonight.net/Snapchat-Sluts for meeting women for sex on Snapchat and social media feel quite good for that (although I desperately need to get back into a solid gym routine) and for a rare treat my parents are visiting for XMAS and New Year.

My parents haven't actually mentioned our relationship situation although they were made aware before their visit. And they have met Delilah and seem to quite like her from what I can tell (they are hard to read). They seem to be really just taking it in their stride.

The only down-side seems to be that it's much trickier to fit in our normal relationship dynamic. For one thing I cannot walk around without pants quite so much, or do as much overt groping as I'd like. I doubt it's good etiquette for us to pile onto a single lounge and make out either. And sex is extremely tricky to fit in un-self-consciously.

At one stage I was fucking Anna from behind in the bathroom with my hand clasped over her mouth to make sure incriminating sounds did not escape. Actually... I guess that's kinda hot in a whole different way. Maybe I've had this backwards and the limiting factors are actually an incentive to be creative?

There are lots of interesting and entertaining stories brewing at the moment, but nothing that I can actually write as a finished piece. I'll do my best to encourage Anna to post up a Wanton picture today too for your entertainment. This place has been far too blue lately; we need some pink writing!


Thursday, December 22, 2011

Fantasy: Something New

It started on the lounge talking, as these things often do. Myself draped comfortably over the arm rest, next to Anna. Anna uncharacteristically coaxing our friend with more and more suggestive questions to see where her boundaries lie.

"So, what do you most enjoy?" asks Anna.
"Definitely blow-jobs."
"Hmm... yes, give me my oral any day."
"I like giving them."
"Not receiving?!"
Anna sounds incredulous; I know how much they make her squirm in the most wonderful way.
"I... uhm...", our friend turns scarlet, "never really got any..."
"You... never?"
She shakes her head slightly, blushing even more now.
"That just won't do!", and Anna gives me one of her meaningful glances. I raise my eyebrows and she nods.

"Would you... like to find out?" I ask with a purposeful hesitation.
Eager nod. Grin. More blushing.

I uncurl from my seat and step over to the other lounge. I kneel down in front of her and note that luck has brought her to us wearing a skirt. I put my hands on her calves, squeeze and slowly rub my hands up past her knees and under the skirt.

I find her barely-there underwear and as she briefly leverages her ass off the lounge pull it down to her thighs, and once again rub my hands, this time down her legs, to her ankles trailing the garment with them. Her eyes lock onto mine and look both eager and a little uncertain, but determined. She steps her feet out of her underwear.

My hands once again travel up, but this time they push the skirt along. When my hands reach her ass, I lift it towards the edge of the lounge and push her skirt up out of the way. Leaning back, she puts her feet spaced wide on the coffee table behind me. I can see a slight excited glisten on her pussy, and I look into her eyes once more "Do you want this?" Another eager nod.

I start kissing the inside of her thighs, taking in the soft feel of the skin, and the lightest hint of musk. Slowly my mouth makes its way towards her lips, and I let my tongue leave wet patches with every kiss, teasing the anticipation, slowing down my approach.

When my mouth reaches her lips, I suck wet kisses onto them before letting my tongue leave a trail of saliva to lubricate. My mouth closes over her clit and my tongue massages broadly over it. Big circles around, followed by tight pressure, followed by big circles. A moan escapes her mouth. I glance up and her eyes are closed so she can focus on the sensations.

Encouraged, I start sucking while moving my tongue from side to side. Lots of wet. I feel her engorged clit slip between my lips. I put a little more pressure on it. I can see her stomach muscles betray her excitement. I glance up again just as her head comes back from straining back against the lounge. A fiery flutter in her open eyes at me before they close again. Warm smells invade my mind and drive my hormones into a frenzy.

I keep changing the patterns my tongue traces. I start letting her clit slide in and out of my lips. I flick my tongue over the most sensitive tip. Then my tongue slides a little between her lips and back again. Her fingers tangle in my hair. Gasps and moans start flowing with more frequency.

I start using my teeth as a surface to roll her clit against with my tongue gently. "Oh god"s start escaping her mouth, and her hands have a death-grip on my hair. I barely notice because of the enjoyment I get out of pushing her further and further towards the waterfall.

I change the speed.
I change directions.
I change from sucking to licking and back again.

Finally her legs clamp around my neck, her feet interlocked behind me. She pulls me to her, and I give her clit all I've got left. She gasps and moans. Her stomach muscles have completely lost control. I can feel the rhythmic spasms. I feel a rush of pride and gratitude.

As she slowly relaxes, her legs let go of their death grip on me and I sit back and look at her. Her face glistens slightly in the afternoon light. Her eyes are a little glassy, but very happy. Her blush has turned into a rosy glow.

The look of a girl melted into a puddle; giving something new is a reward in its own right.