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Getting Back to the Swing of Things

As my most recent post details, I’ve had some health issues of late that have compounded or correlated with a lackluster libido.  Thankfully both the health and the libido issues are being resolved — I’ve been off antibiotics for nearly 48 hours and am starting to feel a slight increase in my energy levels — and I can get back to my sexy self.

But what is my sexy self?

As a former athlete who now resides in a non-athletic body, I often times find myself fighting the disconnect between the way I perceived myself as sexy when I had nary an ounce of body fat and had stamina for hours of continuous rigorous exercise versus the current state, where my midsection is protruding more than I’d like and I can’t even walk 5 flights of stairs without getting winded.  My body and my mind are not in agreement over my current state at all, which often leads to silly things like me thinking I really can run after the kids at the park without killing myself.

This past month, in which I’ve stayed in two different hospitals, has led me to resolve to change my lifestyle, which in turn will (I hope) lead me back into My Lifestyles.

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The Hidden Health Cause of My Lost Libido

Greetings, SINful Friends!  Today I bring a public health and safety awareness message.  If you’re looking for a sexy post or detailed recounting of sexual, move along.  Or read to the end and see if I work something in.  You never know.

Over the past 6 months to a year, Mrs. AP has noticed a continual waning of my sexual appetite.  While many psychologist, and even more married couples, will attest to the fact that interest levels wax and wane throughout a relationship and that sometimes two partners will be on very different sexual planes of existence, this drop in my interest levels could be considered precipitous.  The playfulness, the kinkiness, the embrace of all things orgasmic, had faded into boring, vanilla, infrequent sessions that were usually just a few short minutes of foreplay followed by a less than impressive coupling before I finished and rolled away for cleanup.  Mind you, I felt completely satisfied by these sessions, but I knew we were missing our … something.

In the middle of August, we moved out of the rundown (and, as we’ve since discovered, ridiculously moldy and likely illness inducing) house apartment in the Tampa Bay area and moved to a brand new apartment in Orlando.  At the end of August, I was hospitalized.

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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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