One of the first things I did after I graduated high school was to stop shaving my upper lip. The hair growth was minimal at the time, really, but the contours of my lip were enough to make shaving uncomfortable, and in no way whatsoever could I get my lip to ever feel as “baby soft” smooth as my cheeks. The too-short-to-see stubble would aggravate me all day, which would lead to me rubbing at it, which would lead to redness and more soreness. The cycle was frustrating at the least, and more often downright embarrassing. I tried growing the fully connected goatee to accompany my budding mustache, but due to some genetic quirks in my ancestry — I blame the Cherokee introduced somewhere around the time of The Great Depression — I could not grow the connecting line from lips to chin. Determined to hide what I thought was a very plain, boring slightly too soft of a chin, I grew the goatee without the connecting trails of hair between lips and chin. For over thirteen years, now, this has been the staple of my facial hair. Sometimes I grow out a bit of a beard — lately it’s during the days I work, and then I shave it off after coming home for my days off — and other times I’ve taken meticulous care to be otherwise clean and smooth every day.
Of course, my shaving days began long before I graduated high school. I started the routine of having to shave somewhere around 7th or 8th grade, about the age of 13. At first, I didn’t have much to shave; my facial hair grows slowly now, and even more so in the early days. I had my own razor, but it could go a week or longer without touching my face and I’d still look smooth, or relatively so. I didn’t have to start worrying about shaving more than once every 4 or 5 days until my 10th grade year, the first at the high school from which I eventually graduated. It was during my time at this high school that I also discovered the shaving regimen that has stayed with me through this day.
I had absolutely no topic on my mind tonight. I wasn’t certain I even wanted to write. However, I try to follow my own advice, and it occurred to me that one of the things on which I briefly touched in my quick-hit update last week could be segued into a larger post. Ergo, I write, despite not initially having any idea. Take notes, kids. There will be a test someday. I think.
I must also thank my fellow blogger Bi_and_Bi, who’s most recent post about why she’s a sex blogger got me thinking about why I’m doing what I’m doing here, and how I want my life to progress at this point. Thank you, Bi_and_Bi. You’re an inspiration.
You see, when I started this blog here in my own little quiet corner of the internet, I intended it as a place where I could practice self-therapy and talk about all kinds of fun kinky sexual adventures along the way. As a man who has struggled repeatedly over the years with his sexual identity and desires, it seemed a practical approach. Also, my job doesn’t pay me much, and blogging is cheaper than professional therapy.
As a therapeutic place of rest, this little space of mine has served brilliantly, I think. I’ve been able to open my mind and let things flow in ways that still, frustratingly, are difficult when trying to voice those same thoughts. Something about the way my mind organizes when writing allows for more insight and introspection than when I’m trying to keep my mouth working at the same time. That one I’m still working on.
Nevertheless, as I’ve mentioned many times, some of the bloggers found over in my blogroll were instrumental in helping me decide that a sex blog in particular was the kind of self-therapy in which I wanted to engage. You see, Mrs. AP and I had been dancing around making a visit to Eyz Wide Shut for some time — I’ve wanted to visit a Swinger’s Club for years, but could never quite work up the nerve to make such a visit happen — and Mrs. AP is incredibly thorough in her research when deciding how best to support me. In said research she stumbled upon the writings of Kissin Blue Karen, who is a regular at Eyz Wide Shut and mentions the establishment repeatedly. At the time, Karen had recently been listed by Red Region Inferno as one of the Sexiest Blogs of 2011. Perusing the list led to me finding a multitude of wonderful writers, most notably Josh and BB at Our Open Marriage Adventures and Mr. No Name. Reading their raw accounts of not just what they were doing but how they felt about it and seeing their respective personal growths along the way helped me understand that I, too, could use such an outlet and be in good company.
After the Mrs. AP and I got home from our party Friday night we needed some serious reconnecting and cuddling time. We’re both a bit introverted by nature, and large parties leave us both feeling more drained than energized. Our strategy is usually to stay off to the side and really only engage with the few people we already know or to whom we are introduced. The conversations tend to get a little deeper and more involved and personal that way as well, which for us is more fulfilling. Also, it leaves us out of the way when somebody right in the middle of the crowd does something less than intelligent.
So there we were, back in our bed, snuggling against each other, chatting and … not chatting … and enjoying each other’s company. Mrs. AP hand was trailing up and down my chest and then down to my legs, where she started teasing my legs. My legs are incredibly sensitive most of the time, and tonight was no different. In short order I was twitching, gasping, and moaning under the stroke of her fingers and the light scratching of her nails. She grinned, pleased as a cat with cream, and whispered in my ear “just imagine me on one side, Our Date on the other, his hard cock pressing against your leg, as we both tease and play with your legs until you can barely breathe.”
My breath caught. All I could do was nod for a moment. The mental image of being pounced by two such lovely people was almost two much. I know my cock throbbed. Pulsed. Yearned for her touch, his touch, somebody’s touch. Mrs. AP is a sadist at times, though, and she took her time teasing my thighs and the cleft between my legs and pelvic bone. Slowly, methodically, she caressed my balls and ran her nails across them before sliding her hand up to glide her palm up my shaft. Slowing her movement she cupped her palm over the head of my now very full, very hard, very throbbing cock and slowly rotated and swirled.
Friday night Mrs. AP and I went to a party held annually by one of our friends. It’s nothing terribly raucous or sexy, usually, although sometimes somebody does get tied to the St. Andrew’s cross and whips and floggers come out. This year, though, it was primarily eating, drinking, and lots of catching up with friends seldom seen.
At one point Mrs. AP and I were in a small circle of people talking, and one of the other ladies was remarking how her Gene Simmon’s-like tongue often attracts lesbians, and that she’s always turning them down. She segued this into how men in earshot so often respond with “but 2 girls together is HOT!” Her response to this line of logic lately has been to turn to the guy and challenge him to go down on another guy because she thinks that would be “so damn hot,” and how the guy’s always act revolted at the thought.
Mrs. AP quipped that “that doesn’t necessarily apply to everybody at this party tonight.” This other girl then turned to me and asked “would you suck a cock if she asked you to?”
Nonchalantly, with the slightest grin forming on my face, I coolly replied “I already have.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a group of kink-friendly people go slackjawed so quickly in my life. Mrs. AP couldn’t stop laughing for at least 5 minutes.
Stay SINful, friends.
Today is Thanksgiving in the United States. To all my American SINful friends within the United States and abroad, may your day be filled with much joy, turkey, ham, and pumpkin pie. To all my other dear SINful friends throughout the world, I wish you the absolute best Thursday as well.
Stay SINful, friends.
As I’ve mentioned previously, Mrs. AP is plotting an evening/night in celebration of my approaching birthday that will feature the inclusion of Our Date in delightful debauchery. Mrs. AP knows that I’ve been getting the itch for some male/male and group action, and to my delight so has she!
We lay in bed discussing the various things we would like to have happen, what would be nice but won’t cause disappointments without, and where our limits with Our Date lie. In this our limits are usually flexible, dependent upon our individual comfort levels as well as our comfort levels with our new prospective partner. We both find ourselves comfortably drawn to him, to the point we found ourselves agreeing that our only limits with him are our typical hard limits — no blood play, no bathroom play, no animals or children.
Our discussion turned to things we want to have happen. Here Mrs. AP reminded me of just how wonderful a sexual woman she is. Her fingers traced my lips, her voice a dusky whisper, as she said “I want to watch you slide those plump lips down his hard cock.” A surge of excitement rushed down my spine and wrapped around to grip my cock in a vice grip of anticipation that had me instantly hard and throbbing. Yes. A cock — his cock — between my lips and gliding across my tongue. I couldn’t do anything more to answer than nod and moan as I struggled to regain my voice. Mrs. AP smiled, that lusftul, warm smile full of pride and joy and lust and love that I’ve never seen look as beautiful as it does on her.
Her fingers trailed down my neck to my chest as she asked “And what do you want to have happen? It’s your birthday we’re planning. You can have whatever you want.” My voice caught for less than a second before I looked at her, my eyes and cheeks burning with lust. Deliberately, slowly, my voice throaty and bordering on a deep baritone, I recited what wishlist:
It is with the deepest gratitude that I write this post. The 2012 Top 100 Sex Bloggers List was released by Rori over at Between My Sheets, and she honored me with the New Voice of the Year Award. To be included, even in passing, among the many talented writers in the group is nothing short of breathtaking. The very first post on this, my little corner of the internet, was on April 04, 2012. To be handed this award less than 8 months later is absolutely amazing.
More amazing, however, are the scores of other writers listed. It tickles me pink that 22 of the writers in my blogroll made the list; every single one of them are greatly deserving of the honor. I knew I was keeping good company around here. 😉
This is a time of year for reflection, for celebration, and for giving thanks for all the wonderful things and people we have in our lives. With great sincerity and pride I can say that this is the best year for me in that regard. I am thankful for having found every single one of you this year; thankful for having been accepted and embraced by a community that encourages me to grow and explore every facet of my personality and sexuality and, of course, to share it all here. Most of all, I am thankful for the incredible amounts of support Mrs. AbsinthePassion has bestowed upon me during this venture of mine. She has jumped at the chance to help every time I’ve asked, she has been my sounding board when something is rattling around in my head and refuses to coalesce, and she has been my cheerleader at every possible opportunity.
Please, visit the list Rori so painstakingly compiled. Find some new reading material, some new people to add to your blogroll or your reader software. I know I can’t wait to start browsing through all the new names and to find some new favorites.
Stay SINful, friends.