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Today — 6 January, 2020 — is the one year anniversary of an incensed mob trying to prevent the validation of legal voting results for the 2020 Presidential Election of the the United States of America, because one side refused to accept the results. This happened, in part, because they chose to believe what made them comfortable instead of investing in critical thinking and analytical skills.

My wish for this next year, especially while we’re caught in the midst of another spike of COVID infections and hospitalizations, is that people begin abandoning adherence to what they’re spoon-fed and instead embrace learning, compassion, diversity, awareness, truth, and love. Not just love for romantic partners, or love for their family, but the kind of love that eschews selfishness and embraces community strength through communication, acceptance, and camaraderie.

Be inclusive. Be supportive. Be intolerant of intolerance. Grow. Evolve. Love.

Stay (safely) SINful, friends.

Like Tears in the Rain: A Wicked Wednesday Post

Tension and pants rising
Kisses
Tongues exploring
Hands
Caresses
Clothing being discarded like week old leftovers as
Kisses become bites and caresses become firm yearning
Grips
Hips
Thrusting, rising, falling, like empires of old and
New memories being made as bodies
Join
Riding
Grasping
Hands and mouths and body parts align and
Slide deeper into bliss via sensual rhythm that
Crests
Overflows
You explode
Contained
Unleashed
Unleashing him and me as we both arrive
Inside you
Together
Two inside one
Divinity

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How Very Queer

Day 2 of #JanuaryJumpstart! Yesterday felt pretty good, let’s see how we do today, shall we? (I’ll be honest here folks, I don’t know if there are prompts for this or not, so I’m running off internal inspiration here.)

I’ve had Queerness on my mind a great deal of late. Between watching TV shows and films that feature Queer characters, to having many close friends come out in various ways, I’ve had a lot of Queerness in my life, and friends, it has been delightful! But it’s left me wondering … how, in a time of a pandemic, when I’m not seeing anybody outside my immediate household in an effort to keep the young and the immunocompromised from being unnecessarily exposed, do I celebrate my own Queerness?

Also, I feel compelled here to mention that being Queer, to me, means not being a straight, cisgender person. Whether you’re Gay, Bi, Pan, Trans, Demi, Ace, or any other sexual or gender alignment that would be stacked by a talking head from a pulpit or a conservative talk radio station, you’re Queer in my eyes. If that’s not a label you would like used in reference to you, by all means, please correct me or anybody else who is incorrect. I will be happy to be corrected, and to use the terminology you prefer.

With that out of the way, let’s explore, shall we?

Here We Go Again?

Oh. Wow. It’s been quiet around here for some time, and for those who have been poking in every now and again to see if this thing is still on, thank you. I appreciate that. Now, well, it’s been awhile and I don’t know how good at this I actually am anymore, but let’s see how this turns out, yeah? Perhaps jumping on the #JanuaryJumpstart train will help get these creative wheels rolling.

6 Years Already?

It’s been six years since this place opened for business. Don’t believe me? Check out the first post! Look at that date! That’s 6 years and 1 day ago! (Look, work was busy yesterday, so I missed the actual anniversary date. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.)

It’s been a long journey, one that’s been pretty quiet (sexually speaking) the past few years. There have been several moves, one that even crossed 4 state boundaries. There have been massive health issues and traumas, and work has gone from something mundane to something practically all encompassing.

But I’m not done yet. I’ll update still, and work harder on getting that writing spark back more often. I did well at the beginning of the year. With hard work and perseverance I bet I can get that going again.

Thanks for coming along for the ride. And if we’ve been naked together, thanks for cumming on that ride, too.

Stay SINful, friends.

Hedonism – A Fantasy

The following is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy of how I would like one lovely night in Hedonism to occur, assuming Mrs. AP and I could ever get there with the two boyfriends with whom we got along best. It contains graphic details of consensual congress between three bisexual men and one woman between in a public setting. If that suits your fancy, please come join the ride.

I Dreamt of Her: A Wicked Wednesday Post

I don’t dream often, now, nor have I for decades. Most of my memorable dreaming stopped around the time I entered puberty. This isn’t anything I’ve really explored, although I understand I might want to. Not remembering dreams isn’t what is considered normal behavior, I guess. Still, when I was single in my early 20s, there was a night where I dreamt of my ex-girlfriend strongly; vividly; memorably.

Love in the Time of Toddlers

I wish I could be bringing you a sexy update, SINful friends. I know, we’re three posts into the new year and I’ve not given details on any mind blowing orgasms, incredible blowjobs, or delicious squirtings. It’s hard, you see, to have such wonderful times when there’s a three year old sleeping in your bed. Although things can get amusing when she decides to wake up after sleeping in her “big girl bed” on the floor next to yours.

Time’s Up

Hello SINful friends. It’s been awhile. Things have happened. Okay, that’s being unnecessarily understated; a whole lot of shit has gone down. We survived the first year with a potentially unhinged, confirmed liar “in charge” of the country. We saw a huge backlash against men who are in positions of power and who sexually abuse and harass other people. We saw the #MeToo movement resurrected ten years after it began, and with it came an unveiling of far more predators that we knew (although many suspected) in the public at large.

Knowledge without action, however, is much like potential energy; until something changes, it’s just … waiting. Yes, men like Matt Lauer and Kevin Spacey and Danny Masterson lost their jobs, but less publicly known men are still out there in power harassing and abusing men and women in industries outside the media. Men who are Shift Managers at grocery stores, or retail outlets, or restaurants, or your local gym. Men who are principles at schools, or faculty at University. Men who are ballet instructors, or composers, or sports heath professionals, or doctors. With all these less publicly prominent men committing these crimes, something must be done. Action must be taken. The voices of victims must be heard, and empowered. The time is long past due. Enter the new movement and service, “Time’s Up”.

Gadgets: A Wicked Wednesday Post

Gadgets.

In this increasingly digital world, we all seem to have at least one. Some of us have many more. At this very moment I sit at my desk, finished with a day of work, with 5 different glowing screens around me. You might say I’m a bit of a gadget whore.