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We Go Deep

We were snuggling in bed, Mrs. AP and I.  Her hand was lazily teasing my thighs and cock, brushing and stroking without any real intent.  As we kissed and snuggled, her caresses got the better of me, and soon my cock was a raging hardon monster desperately needing something to destroy.  Our only problem was that we’re still in the “no intercourse allowed” stage of the post-delivery period.  Lucky for me, my wife is understanding of such things and loves to please me.

Her hand gripped my cock firmly, sliding the skin up and down over the edge of the flare of my head.  She milked me slowly, bringing forth multiple gushes of pre-cum until my head and her hand were coated.  Giggling just a little, she switched her technique to stroking the full length of my throbbing cock, adding just a tiny flick of her wrist every time she stroked back up against the head.  In very short order my hips were bucking and my breath was coming in small gasps as she brought me right to the edge.

And held me there.

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The Hits Keep Coming

For those keeping track at home — or not but think these things are cool anyway — in the past week the United States saw

* Oregon have it’s gay marriage ban deemed unconstitutional
* Utah be ordered to recognize the 1300 marriage certificates issued to gay couples
* Pennsylvania have it’s gay marriage ban deemed unconstitutional
*Maryland passed a law banning unequal treatment of trans* people

This makes 16 consecutive rulings since the DOMA ruling that have been in favor of equality.  Slowly yet surely that section of the listing ship that is inequality in the United States is being repaired. As Maryland has demonstrated, full inclusiveness requires more then granting two people in love the ability to seek equal recognition under the law.

We’ll get there. Someday soon, I hope.

Stay SINful, friends.

A Changing of Winds

Hello again, SINful Friends.  It’s been some time since I’ve posted anything of substance, hasn’t it?  My dearest apologies.  Many happenings have intruded upon my writing schedule (what schedule? Hah!), so today shall be a combination of recounting all we’ve missed over the last year and some musings over the future of things.  So grab a snack, pour a glass, and get comfy.  Potential exists for this to take some time.

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No Equality Yet

Less than one week ago, the NFL draft — in and of itself a terribly boring thing to watch — found itself in the center of a media blitzkrieg when openly gay player Michael Sam became the first such player to be drafted.  His reaction was televised live and included a very heartfelt kiss with his boyfriend in reaction to the good news.

Some perspective for non sports fans — Michael Sam was the Defensive Player of the Year in the NCAA Southeastern Conference, or SEC.  The SEC is widely considered the most competitive and elite of the college football conferences.  Other NFL players from the SEC include Emmit Smith, Peyton Manning, Eli Manning, and Champ Bailey.  Generally speaking, the SEC players are very good; in several recent years more NFL draftees hailed from colleges that were members of the SEC than from any other conference.  Michael Sam was the best at what he did in a conference considered the best in the game.  The fact that he was drafted based on talent is little surprise.  The fact that he was drafted next-to-last is of mild surprise, despite the fact that several teams and high-profile players commented than his sexuality would have no bearing on his draft status.  What is sadly surprising is the amount of open bigotry displayed since the airing of Michael Sam kissing his boyfriend in celebration.

Right now a Google search of “Michael Sam kiss” yields  114 million results.  The first page focuses nearly entirely on the homophobic and bigoted reaction from members of various local media organizations — most prominently a female TV personality from the Dallas – Fort Worth area who became so incensed at the idea of ESPN “pushing their agenda” and giving her “no choice but to watch this kiss” that she stormed off the morning set when two of her co-hosts disagreed with her.

We have reached the odd balance point, where an openly gay potential NFL player can get drafted — and quickly generate the 2nd fastest player jersey in history — yet in the process of kissing his boyfriend in spontaneous celebration help reveal just how narrow minded large swaths of society remain.  Some of the remarks have been as outrageous as “I don’t want my children being forced to see that kind of thin”, when nearly every stadium or arena has a “kiss cam” that at some point during the game will distract the fans with images of heterosexual couples in the stands kissing or being encouraged to kiss.  The audacity of the double-standard is stunning.

Let us not be downtrodden, though.  After all, we’ve now seen the NBA and the NFL — two of the most testosterone driven sports organizations in the United States — feature an openly gay player.  This is progress, let there be no doubt, the pace of which is yet to be determined.  Slowly public perception will shift and this will stop being a source of controversy.  In the mean time, as Galinda from “Wicked” would say, we’ve got an awfully long way to go.

 

Stay SINful, friends.

Doubling Down

Last week I finally got a chance to fulfill one of my fantasies, thanks to a great deal of understanding and assistance from Mrs. AP and a timely visit to our house by Red.  You might remember Red.  He was the featured guest in An Unexpected Threesome last year.  He’s also properly medicated now, which makes him a great deal of fun to be around.   He’s jovial, witty, a bit raunchy, and overall a much better version of himself.  It’s refreshing to see him like this.  Compare to the four years I knew him while he had no access to the proper medication, the difference is incredible.  It makes me like him far more than I expected I could when we first met.  He’s told me the feeling is mutual.  We’re cool.

Moving on.  While Red was staying the night, getting away from pressure of work and family and generally needing to decompress, he retired to his usual spot when he stays over; on our bed.  You see, our place is small, and the best place to gather to watch TV together is the bedroom, so on the bed he flops.  Also, he’s family.  It works.  And while on the bed, once the kids were all tucked away for the night, he made himself more comfortable by stripping.  Not much had to come off, mind you; he was in his boxer briefs prior to that point, but he finds them confining.  I understand.  Boy bits need room to breathe, after all.

After he was naked for a bit, I joined him in the land of nudity and removed by jeans and underwear.  This left only Mrs. AP wearing anything, nestled between us in her tee shirt and underwear.  I curled up on my side and nestled against her, caressing her legs and rubbing her arms, all the while glancing at Red fully on display and ever so slightly plump in the warmth of the room.  My thoughts started racing, imagining the possibilities now that there were two naked men on the bed sandwiching a mostly naked Mrs. AP.  To no surprise to me — or really to Mrs. AP, for that matter — I was soon rock hard and pressed against her leg, which soon led to me dripping down her leg as a gentle river of precum began to meander about.  She noticed this, repeatedly, and alternated between pretending to be shocked and being deliciously amused.  This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, before Mrs. AP pretended to need to stretch and leaned forward on the bed, arching her back and rocking up on her knees.  In this position Red and I had a fantastic view of Mrs. AP’s barely covered ass and pussy, and we both wasted no time in caressing every inch of her we could reach before I hooked a finger into her skimpy underwear and pulled it to the side to reveal her plump, sweet lips.  Red and I both reached for her, his fingers against mine, as we teased Mrs. AP’s lips and gently slid just inside her.  As she moaned, I slid one finger down to tease her clit while Red pushed a finger farther inside her, filling her slowly.  Mrs. AP rocked her hips back against us, before leaning back — pulling both our hands away in the process — and teasingly mentioning that she hadn’t issued an invitation.  We all laughed, and Red quipped “Fine, can we get you naked and play with you?”  Mrs. AP looked at me questioningly.  In response, I pressed my throbbing, hard cock against her leg and nodded.  Just like that, off came her shirt and thong.

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The Progress We Make

Today was a standout day in terms of the ongoing fight for equality for my wonderful LGTBQ community.

First we had the wonderful surprise ruling from U.S. District Judge Orlando Garcia, who ruled that the Texas ban against gay marriage violated the 14 Amendment of the United States Constitution.  In his ruling Judge Garcia wrote “Today’s court decision is not made in defiance of the great people of Texas or the Texas Legislature, but in compliance with the U.S. Constitution and Supreme Court precedent.  Without a rational relation to a legitimate governmental purpose, state-imposed inequality can find no refuge in our U.S. Constitution.”  Similar decisions have recently been handed down in Virginia and Kansas, and the swelling tide is pushing toward one of these decisions eventually leading to a case being heard by the United States Supreme Court.  As more decisions are made in favor of equality, the precedence will be further set for the Supreme Court to finally rule on the matter altogether.  Such a hearing and decision would not come for a few years out, still, but the evidence thus far shows that the soon this chapter of legal discrimination will be able to be closed.

Additionally, today also saw Governor Jan Brewer of Arizona veto State Bill 1062, which included language that would have given any person or business legal standing to deny “impactful service” that would have required a compromise of one’s religious convictions.  While the most popular reaction was that right-wing Christian businesses could then refuse services to non-heteronormative individuals, the broad spectrum written into the bill would also have allowed Muslim business owners to refuse service to “infidels”, or Catholic business or charities to refuse service to divorcees or unwed mothers.  There was no discernible distinction between what would be considered an undue burden, and the evidence needed was nearly as sparse as simple testimony of conviction and belief.  This was a victory not only for the LGBTQ community but also for every minority religious group in the state of Arizona that needs protection from the far too common bigotry paraded as Christian values.

Granted, neither of these rulings directly affect me.  I don’t live in either Texas or Arizona, and while I identify as Bisexual, to the general public I appear to be relatively hetero-normative.  I have Mrs. AP as my soon-to-be wife.  We have a family together.  While we have dated other men together in the past, and have had some wonderful threesomes with them and others, none of that translates into our public appearances seeming to be anything other than a normal, stereotypical American family.

That said…

I need these rulings to help be able to break out of appearing to be the stereotypical hetero-normative male.  I need these rulings so that public perception can be further pushed into acceptance and eventual embrace instead of discrimination.  I need these rulings so that I don’t have to worry about making a comment about another man in public, or kissing another man right after Mrs. AP finishes with him, or the three of us all holdings hands in public will cause uproars and become public issues.  Yes, I’m terribly to live in one of the most liberal portions of Florida, so that when Mrs. AP and I have been out in public with another man we’ve not been met with derision, but not every county in Florida is that accepting.  The state law bans marriage between anybody other than one man and one woman.   Non-heteronormative couples are not allowed to adopt.  For as non-Southern as Florida may be, it’s still conservative.  Consider, then, that Florida isn’t even one of the top 5 most conservative states.  If my fellow human beings who identify within the LGBTQ spectrum cannot receive equal treatment in any state, the fight is not yet over.  If those same fellow humans cannot receive equal protection in every state, the fight must continue.

Today included victories in two important battles.  Let’s work to keep those victories coming.

Stay SINful, friends.

Taking it Deep

The other night Mrs. AP and I celebrated my birthday in spectacular fashion.  Those of you out in Twitter land already heard about some of it, but for the rest of you, here’s a run down (or a marathon down?) of what happened:

Mrs. AP is always very eager to please me anytime something worth celebrating rolls around.  Okay, she’s very eager to please me all the time, as am I with her, so really there’s nothing terribly new in that aspect, but birthdays in particular are extra special.  Anything goes for birthdays, and this night was no exception.  We started the night just holding each other and talking, all distractions like TV and phones put away and turned off.  We’d not well and truly talked about how we’re doing, what we want, and how to approach those things in quite some time.  The best part of our relationship is how well we communicate when we both relax and share ourselves with each other, and while we’d never lost that ability we’d been focusing on so many other things this past year that we’d let slip some of that bonding time we need.

As our talking became more pervy and kinky the conversation delved into group sex and bi-boi play and how well some of our past lovers worked with us then and could again in the future.  Talking of our past lovers always gets me excited, as scenes from our adventures play out on the film screen in my mind; images of Mrs. AP sliding down the largest cock I’ve ever seen in person while I hold it in place; images of her mouth sucking on a cock so intensely that she doesn’t get any warning before it explodes in her mouth; images of her on her back being roughly fucked while my cock muffles her deep moans.  I can’t help but get hard at the thought of what we’ve done and what we might do again.  Mrs. AP takes great delight in this and is sure to stroke and tease my cock until the pre-cum has formed puddles on my stomach.  Talk soon turned to things we’ve not yet done, in which mention of DP and DVP came up.  As we were discussing the pros and cons of the lovely cocks with which these things might happen vis a vis who could actually fit in which locations, one of us made mention of having one of those lovely cocks slide inside my tight ass.

The subject had been breached, and I was feeling relaxed, confident, and aroused enough to agree, or perhaps even insist, on us breaking out the toy box and seeing just how well our collection of toys could fit inside me.  After all, if I couldn’t handle being filled by imitation cock there wasn’t much likelihood of me handling a real one, and it had been quite some time since Mrs. AP had flogged me and fucked me.  In a flash Mrs. AP was off to the shower — I’d showered earlier in the evening — while I prepared the room.  Top sheet and comforter were moved to the end of the bed and tucked neatly into quick-pull piles in case we got cold.  Pillows were arranged at the top of the bed for maximum comfort and bed space.  Candles were lit.  Towels were laid down.  Toy box, cleaner, gloves, condoms, and baby wipes were laid out for easy access.

Mrs. AP came back into the room to find me laying naked on the bed, my cock hard and throbbing for her.  Not for her and one of our lovers.  Not for her and Red and Red’s new girlfriend who were sleeping in the other room.  All for her and for the deliciously deep dicking she was going to give me.  She put her hair up and settled down between my legs, leaning forward to give my pulsing cock a long lick and a slow suck on the head before pulling her head up slowly until I audibly popped out of her mouth.  She asked me which toys I wanted, and with a quick review session of our options I chose all the “life like” toy cocks we have, all of which happen to be Vac-U-Lock compatible.  Toys selected, Mrs. AP slid a glove on her left hand cleaned all the toys with the spray toy cleaner we use.  Those matters settled, she wiped her gloved hand dry of the cleaner and then lubed it up, and with her right hand wrapped around my cock she began teasing my ass with her finger.  Just a gentle tease at first, circling the edge of my tight little rosebud before rubbing across it lightly.  Slowly she added more pressure as the tease became a massage.  As I relaxed into it and felt the pressure grow from pressing to encouraging my backdoor slowly opened and invited her finger in.  As she passed through the first ring of muscle I gasped.  As she passed through the second ring of muscle I groaned.  Oh, how I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed this.  My ass was ripe for the taking, and Mrs. AP was ready to take.

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