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Archive for November, 2012

Splitting Hairs

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.

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The Not So Revelatory Revelation

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.

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Later That Night

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.

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Amusing Interlude

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.

I win.

 

Stay SINful, friends.


Have A SINful Thanksgiving

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.


Making Preparations

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:

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Celebrate Each Other

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.

Come.  Celebrate.

 

Stay SINful, friends.


An Update, AP Style

Life in the AP household has been a rollercoaster lately, as some of my more recent posts may have conveyed.   I feel the need to issue a brief recap, so here goes.

  • Online chats with Our Date have gone well.  The more we talk the more Mrs. AP and I both like him.  There seems to be great potential here.
  • Illness has struck the AP house over the past week, first with the kids and now with Mrs. AP.  It has prevented additional dates with Our Date just yet.
  • The job for which I interviewed in March and was promised in April (and reassured was coming my way “as soon as viably possible in May, June, July, and August) has been pulled off the table.  This is simultaneously a terrible disappointment and a great relief, as now Mrs. AP and I are out of the holding pattern of awaiting an offer letter.
  • We have zero plans for Thanksgiving (celebrated in the U.S. on the fourth Thursday in November, e.g. two days from now.)  I am somehow unperturbed by this.  If Mrs. AP is still suffering from cold-like symptoms, our meal will be simple and focused of getting her healthy foods that will aid her recovery.
  • My birthday is at the end of the month.  Mrs. AP is planning an all night celebration that includes Our Date.  The possibilities are limitless.   So is my excitement.

Good things are coming.  I can feel it.  I just hope we’re ready.

 

Stay SINful, friends.


T.M.I. Tuesday – Movember 20

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When Relatives Collide

A couple weeks ago I got an email from my mother.  In this email she explained part of her reasoning in how she’s trying to come to grips with my Bisexuality.  For those who do not know, my mother is of a very deep conservative devout Lutheran nature.  This nature has only been intensified since my father retired from the U.S.  Air Force as a Lieutenant Colonel and immediately enrolled in Seminary to become a Pastor for the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod.  His path to ordination saw him and my mother both become further entrenched in the religious dogma that is as close to Catholicism as a Protestant Denomination can be.

It is within this framework that my mother has advanced from the belief that all non-hetero-normative people are hellbound abominations of nature to this evolved belief instead: ” I believe that brain anomalies, chemistry imbalances, or dysfunctions are responsible for homo or bisexual feeling or desires.”

When I read that line, I screamed at the computer screen. A long string of obscenities poured forth from my mouth like the rushing floodwaters from a broken dam. Tears were a river down my face, dripping unceremoniously from my chin.  I called Mrs. AP in hysterics, and only through her loving kindness and soothing tenderness was I able to reach a point where I was able to talk calmly again.  I kicked Mrs. AP the email to get her thoughts, and did my absolute best to soak in her response and understand why these sentiments from my mother affected me so deeply.

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e[lust] 41

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

The 2 weeks of my sex life I lost to Zoloft“My G-spot felt non-existent. My clit felt numb. The masturbation didn’t hold my interest, and my mind wandered.”

Baby Girl“You fill me with a desire to learn so that I can teach you. I push you to trust yourself as I trust you.”

Denial ““Not yet,” he says, pulling both of my arms back, leaving my clit screaming for attention.”

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Dangerous Lilly

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Thoughts: Contractual Considerations

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

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Opportunity Alive

He was even cuter in person than his pictures conveyed.  Mrs. AP and I gave him hugs and sat down opposite him.  We were late, and apologized profusely.  It was my fault; my nap ran long.  In short turn that ceased to matter.  Conversation flowed smoothly.  Those awkward pauses never materialized.  Those uncomfortable silences never presented themselves.  It was if we all just fell into that comfortable association that only comes when kindred spirits gather.  It was warm and refreshing and exciting.

Nearly a week has passed.  Between Mrs. AP and I we’ve both been talking to him nearly every night.  He’s charming, intelligent, and our kind of geek.  He’s different enough to bring an interesting addition to our existing dynamic.  He’s similar enough for there to be a strong likelihood of good cohesion.  Best of all, he makes us both smile.  We’re putting together a scheme for a long night together at the end of the month or very early next month, conveniently near the anniversary of my birth.

Sometimes being Bi and Poly certainly has it’s advantages.

 

This was a Wicked Wednesday post.  Visit the Wicked Wednesday page to see other participants.

Stay SINful, friends.


T.M.I. Tuesday – Movember 13

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From Dream to Reality

Mrs. AP pounced me as soon as I walked into the bedroom. I barely had the words “Hello, My Love,” out of my mouth before hers was against mine, soft lips pressing insistently as her tongue dove for my my own.  We grabbed each other — more of an assault disguised as a hug — and reveled in each other for a few minutes before she broke the kiss.  Breathlessly she whispered “I had best dirty dreams and now I need you.”  I was exhausted and nearly ready to pass out, my lower back was in complete agony, but those words stirred my crotch and made me change my mind about sleeping just yet.

We rushed the kids off to school and Mrs. AP locked the door behind her on her way back into the bedroom.  In a flash her shirt and thong were on the floor.  I gazed up at her from the bed in adoration as her hips swayed ever so slightly, her luscious breasts swaying seductively.  I was transfixed as she leaned over and began deliberately stripping my clothes off of me.  With some help from me I was soon as naked as her, my cock rising to salute her.   As she slid up me to straddle my hips and lean forward to kiss me she teased her nipples against my hips, stomach, and chest.  Oh what a tantalizing sensation that is, to feel just the tips brushing against me.

She settled against my cock, sliding her lips along my length, letting me feel her heat and wetness; her dreams had been good indeed!  She was dripping already!  She shifted slightly and with a rock of her hips grabbed the head of my cock and slowly slid herself down the length of me until her lips were resting against my balls.  Gods, she was tight and nearly burning hot and had never felt better.  She rose and fell on me slowly, both of us moaning and yearning for more… but in good accordance with doctor’s orders she slid off me to grab a condom and roll it down my cock before mounting me again.

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T.M.I. Tuesday – Movember 6

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Come Together

It had been a long day.  We had started it early, as parents of schoolchildren tend to do, by getting the kids off to school.  This was followed by a follow-up appointment to make sure all was well after our still-tender ordeal with the miscarriage.  Mrs. AP and I are still prone to sudden bouts of deep sadness regarding our loss, and this trip (while absolutely necessary) heightened this sensitivity.  Despite this, we were treated by a very knowledgeable, compassionate, and helpful RN who provided some helpful contact information for a clinic closer to the house that can provide all the additional services we need.  Armed with new knowledge, we were then given the best news of the day: we can resume normal adult activities!  Huzzah!  Carnal celebrations to come!

Blessed with knowledge and having a whole day ahead of us, we started hopping around various used car lots to sit in and test drive as many reasonable vehicles as we could in hopes of finally finding something we can pursue.  6 hours, a dozen lots, and lots of talking to salesmen later we had ruled several vehicles off our lists and perhaps added one or two others.    The trick will be to find the required funds for the purchase / down payment, but Mrs. AP is extremely skilled at finding extraordinary deals.  Following a stop for a bite to eat and some shopping to get some new sheets and a new waterproof pad for the bed, we finally made it home after only 12 hours out of the house.  We got the kids tidied up and off to bed, did some spot cleaning, and finally — finally! — I got Mrs. AP into bed.

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