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A sea of bed
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May 5, 2012 11:03 pm
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 I woke up one day suspicious that I had been beaten while asleep and naturally asked Damon if he was taking certain liberties – or worse filming them – while I was unconscious. My body hurt in places I didn’t know could hurt, well except that one time at yoga class when H put me in some strange pose and I felt something between my toes twitch and go numb. I had come to the realization we needed a new bed.
D has been really great, over the past few years together his man cave has been transformed into a strange combination of self-sustainment and twenty first century technology – he moans about them all but I love him so I take care of him when he lets me and I slip in some trendy clothing (superman undies) to show him off to the ladies.
Now if I were able to write funny, I would be able to impress upon the trauma he sustained while shopping for a new television. I research enough in advance before setting foot in store to know what I want but I forgot to prepare him of the changes since his big 60 inch floor model rear projection tv. I thought it would be cool to hand him the 3D glasses to watch the 3D tv that was showing King Kong vs a Dinosaur, and of course he accepted them prepared to be unimpressed till his head looked straight ahead at the screen. Never knew little white guys could move like ninjas, but there he was in the center isle of BB crouched like a hidden tiger crouching ferret, two hands at the ready to strike and kill the huge gorilla he believed coming at him.
We got the attention of two sales men right away, while my handsome partner suspiciously removed the glasses and stepped aside never taking his eyes off the gorilla on the TV. D was convinced we were looking at floor models of television that once delivered it would include the back – he kept looking behind the massive flat screens like Toto peeking behind the curtain expecting to find The Wizard of Oz.
I said between these two Tv’s you pick – and he did, but it took us a good while to wipe the drool from the corner of our mouths, transfixed with the sharp images. “Josie, I don’t think Harry Potter really had blue lips in that movie we watched the other night” he said to me, realizing that we were about to experience every DVD in house anew. The group of guys helping us out were having a good time, we like to play up the stupid shopper miserable married couple for their entertainment, and I assured them that my husband would much rather have the twin hookers than a new TV but I hold the purse strings – that secured me a free HDMI cable and cleaning kit. Six months later while shopping for movies they remembered us too so it’s nice to know when we take our comedy show on tour we manage to leave an impression.
Buying a bed was going to be the same experience, I was convinced once I got him into one he would be sold on the idea and I accepted the risk he might never get out of it. I did my research in advance but it is really a purchase you need to manipulate in person, the idea of us two going into a store rolling on a bed together had way too much potential for arrest so I went with a local guy, smaller store and limited products.
So again there were two options and I let him have the end choice – I always joked about wanting separate beds but the idea of mine always being the one with the wet spot swayed me the other way. Compromise can be everything and we chose the separate single type beds that are set together to make a king size bed: each side a different firmness as I am a stomach sleeper.
I was worried I might lose him down that center crack where the mattresses meet and I would have to send down a rope to pull him out but I fixed that easy with a nice topper. What was strange is having to adjust my eye sight to see my partner at the other end of the bed, it is massive. I exaggerate falling down a cliff side, like in the movies, reaching our my arm ‘grab on to my hand’ as if one of us will be lost and taken out to sea, barely able to touch finger tips – he is more concerned falling out of the thing and not reaching the floor as quickly as he would have in his old one.
Changes take some time to get used to, but they also make the mind run with new possibilities: I wonder how many people I could get pilled on that thing at once before one gets bounced off mid fuck, and if it were just a few inches higher it would be perfect for me to bent forward at the waist while standing. Do they even make under bed restraint systems for mattresses that thick and beds this big?
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Overheard at the Chateau
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May 1, 2012 9:28 am
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*Game of Thrones on the T.V*
Oogy, can I tell you something?
Sigh. Yes of course you can my love.
Sometimes when you are watching T.V so intently like this, I fight the urge to pull out my tits, oil them up and put your cock between them.
I am saving the realm woman! Titties are for after I have won and the realm is once again safe.
*five more minutes of watching the show in silence*
I didn’t say you had to stop watching T.V while I did it.
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Deep Thoughts by Pyx Poly
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Apr 27, 2012 7:25 am
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I can enjoy being the center of attention but I often dislike the way people expect nude entertainment when I put up my cam. I find there are a million sites out there with naked women doing naked things. Molesting a cucumber for your virtual entertainment holds no appeal to me, so why would I fake it?
That does not mean I overlook my own fascination with the odd or out of the ordinary. I will watch a narcoleptic cam for hours whilst loudly cheering for them to not hit their head or express my excitement when I see drool.
Cooking with Pyx, bag shows, knitting, and the virtual ordinary are my way of letting people peek in to my life and yes I might exaggerate a bend at the waist to check on my cookies in the oven but fucked if I don’t get messages from people who shout out ‘it’s the bag lady’ and some of the nicest people just sitting and talking to D while I do!
I hope to leave the circus inspired, maybe it is time I learned the art of animal balloons.
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Found: and upside/benefit to cock shots
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Apr 24, 2012 1:57 pm
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You can all thank D there is no photo attached.
True, it is not my picture, but it is a great example of a man's dirty cock (gag) that is clearly carrying (gag) some questionable (gag) bumps, sores (gag) and seeping white ooze (gag) from around the red inflamed cock head (gag) and crusty shaft (faint) .
Cock shots just might be a good thing after all.
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I don’t think this is the sex conversation we should be having
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Apr 22, 2012 7:37 am
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[image] The FBI and Military personnel that hired hookers had the whole thing come to light simply because one man refused to honour the legal and financial agreement between Jon and hooker: you pay the woman for her service; you are paying her to leave. One man, one woman and now over 20 careers are over and wives and families are at home dealing with this public humiliation: you cannot hide not going to work one day from the neighbours/friends/family or why your wife left you.
These are not stupid men, prostitution is legal in Columbia, and she has every right to call the police as an entrepreneur when a client is not paying for her service as should women here. Yes I understand it is the President, yes they broke some rules and yes it is all a bit embarrassing but has anyone else noticed all the countries at the summit have some sort of policy for prostitution except for the USA? The only people embarrassed were the Americans and of course the people back home in the USA.
Now I am going to say this with all sincerity and empathy: the way America deals with sex on their own soil is shameful, puritanical, but is why Americans often misbehave and feel entitled to do so ignorantly in other countries. Yes sex sells newspapers and is great to get everyone up in arms about tax dollars, family values, liberal vs conservative but the conversation should not be about this one instance : it not the first time nor will it be the last but rather introspective. I know it is hard to take a good long look at yourself but what laws govern your people on your soil do not govern them, or how they treat others, aboard and that is not to say the laws should be changed because these men were caught but because it is not realistic and it is dangerous for everyone involved.
The D.O.D has changed their policy that NO ONE is to sleep with a prostitute (human trafficking aspect to this which I can agree with but why not have DOD approved brothels) or a team member and if found guilty of doing so it is an offense that will stay on your record, could find you being bumped to a lower grade, and in some cases discharged or transferred: disobeying a direct order or the like. Yeah the days of ‘me love you long time’ Viet Nam 5.00 dollar fucky fucky are over.
I think a currently serving officer said it best to me the other day: I joined the army but it turns out they want it to be a monastery.
Look, sex is going to happen and find a way if you are a teenage girl or boy, married or single, straight or gay, and things that are banned from me mentioning here on site – and from firsthand experience some of those girls in service are in service often against their will - would you rather have your service members abroad fucking some underage human traffic violation, with a disease or four, and putting their safety and themselves (family back home) at risk to do it? And they will or are you able to realistically look at this and say I might not be on board with legal prostitution but these rules are only putting good people at risk.
I know they let you down but I think we let them down too: instead of calling for their heads why not write you state rep and tell him we want a national conversation on sex and the realities of modern world, combat human trafficking, how best to protect ourselves at home and abroad, for my sake, my families, my children and my countrymen.
•Comments online to this story are fascinating and if so inclined to read them will allow you to see where the American people really are on this thing: most do not care, some care a lot, some are angry, some are empathetic and some go so far as to rightfully point out the private sector contractors like Blackwater (you find their current incarnation) just got themselves 20 more good men.
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Pissing on bushes
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Apr 21, 2012 10:05 pm
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Girl time was great! She’s a good sport. Damon’s machine got rave reviews: in higher regard than her Hitachi wand. And generally a really nice person, which always puts me at ease and we have upcoming plans which I look forward too.
I value my girl on girl time for what it is, one way in which together we can get along and enjoy each other’s sexuality in a supportive (active) role other than a competitive one. A strap on isn’t a cock nor could it replace one (a cock being attached to that individual being and real flesh) and girl time doesn’t come close to fulfilling it all for me but instead fanned a few coals into flames.
Truthfully, any sexual play that is not with my husband feels just like foreplay and in the context of commitment this makes perfect sense: I like it, I get off but it leaves me feeling agitated, I guess guys would call it blue balls, if he is not involved in some aspect of it. He does not always need to be right in the middle of it, but my perfect ending has always been in closing with him, us alone. I know it might seem distant and a bit rude to point out, as pleasurable as threesomes are, and they are, it is not so much about the third as it is about us two. If that even makes sense.
Even if girl time involved being serviced by a couple of well-oiled men I think my 'married' brain and body is stuck in a desire for that intimate ending alone afterwards: I am not sure if it is some sort of need to mark territory, reaffirming the bond, a way to share the experience, both just turned on or all the above but not having that ending soon after sure makes for a lot of cold showers.
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Kinky cottage
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Apr 20, 2012 3:28 pm
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 I made it through the week without saying the wrong thing and any bad karma! So my little machine friend is on her way, she just called, and I am sitting here looking about the place thinking: this place really has become inviting and warm – even with a two girl sex machine in the middle of the living room floor: just how I always imagined it! She was however invited here for that, so she will not be shocked to see it, but this is also when I wish the Jehovah’s witnesses would come to the door.
I think we all have our box of rope and toys under the bed, as the Chateau does have a back room full of machines, and every room has its own hidden bottle of lube, but I have always wanted people to feel the warm welcome when they walk through the door. I didn’t want them to feel they were walking in to the lion’s den about to be devoured. I have never walked into a guy’s place and had to sit beside his blow up doll on the couch, but there are just some places that you go and they feel uninviting: I have not yet rented a room by the hour for that sleezy fantasy but it’s in my bucket list.
I have been in a few dungeons like that, as though four walls and a few places to do your thing were enough and there are those who can appreciate that for what it is too – but I never went back. I think if I had my own dungeon it would be lived in and as my home is, wood, books, used furniture (not just for show) and a bunch of old paintings, pictures, odds and sods. I like the less obvious, the idea that from behind the couch I could pull out a torture device: ah I never had any idea that was there!
Tonight I am reminded of those first time meetings with someone off line: anyone shows up gets automatic credit for making themselves real flesh. Doesn’t mean I have to see you naked, ride a machine or beat on you, it just means we have a similar interest getting off this internet thing and that can happen over tea and coffee. Again there are those people that appreciate the online thing for what it is and they don’t need the real flesh factor but I have not yet learned what credit to give them because I have always found it cold and distant; that however is my issue and doesn’t mean they aren’t real people sitting on the other end of the world on their computers.
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