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Posts tagged “Fantasy

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.
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Sweet Dreams and Hard Mornings

The other night I had a deliciously dream of debauchery.  I’m sure it means my subconscious is telling me that I have needs or wants or desires that are unfulfilled, which makes since considering I’ve spent the last 18 months recovering from one medical emergency or another.  This dream, however, was the most vivid a dream I think I’ve ever had.  I could not only see everything, but also taste and smell and feel everything, which is perhaps the best way to have a dream that includes wanton submission to all things hedonistic.  Come along for the ride, won’t you?

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Business and Pleasure Can Mix: A Wicked Wednesday Post

The following story is a work of erotic fiction; a fantasy inspired from my younger, more timid days.  Feel free to skip it if such things do not appeal to your sensibilities.

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Seek and Ye Shall Find …

The other night Mrs. AP and I were having a conversation about all the things I’ve unknowingly been repressing over this past year.  To recap, this year saw Mrs. AP and I becoming legally wed, us having a daughter together, moving halfway across the state, and me narrowly dodging death by unexplainable medical means (statistically, at least).  To say the least, taking care of my kinkier needs has not been one of the higher priorities, to the point where I’d been suppressing them nearly completely.  Until recently.

As suppression often does to wants, needs, and kinks, I’ve been finding myself day/dreaming more often about adding somebody else to the bedroom with Mrs. AP and me.  Always male.  Always well endowed.  Always interested in playing with us equally.  Thoughts of group play and all the delicious positions in which we could engage have been growing more prevalent.  I realized I craze the group aspect that we’ve not really had this year (except that one time).

As Mrs. AP and I were discussing this, I asked her if she was really okay with having a husband who craves sucking cock and watching her get fucked.  Her response was “I wouldn’t have married a Bisexual man if I didn’t want the boy-on-boy love and the threesomes that come with it.”  Right there, Mrs. AP reassured me that I’m not only normal but also perfectly placed with her, and that there’s none better for me.  The heart swelling was nigh enough to make me burst.  Luckily, all the talk of the things we could do with another male companion had me fully at the ready, so part of me was equipped TO burst.

As I rolled on top of Mrs. AP and began to slide inside her I found her already dripping.  I asked if the thought of another guy joining us again got her excited; she bit her lip and nodded.  I asked her is she wanted to watch him fuck my tight ass while my cock was buried inside her; she moaned and had a small orgasm.  I asked if she wanted to watch his face as he came inside me, his orgasm triggering mine; she came hard, biting her lip and gripping the sheets and mattress hard.  She then turned the tables, asking me if I wanted him to kneel at my head (presumably clean) so that she and I could suck him together.  I nodded.  She asked if I wanted him to fuck my mouth while I fucked her.  I moaned and nodded again.  She asked me if I wanted to make him cum down my throat.

I exploded inside her, overcome with the most intense orgasm I’ve had in months.

Clearly I’ve been suppressing a good bit.  It was fantastic to get it out there, and to share it with my wonderful wife.

Now we just need somebody else with whom we can share …

Stay SINful, friends.


Mister Sandman…

… bring me a dream!  Bring me the sexiest dream that I’ve ever seen!  Involve other people while we’re on vacation!  We’ll have the best of times while we’re all naked!

Did you sing along?  I just couldn’t help myself.  You see, last night I had the most vivid dream I’ve had in years, possible decades.  Actually, I had a series of dreams but it was the third dream that stuck the most and hasn’t stopped bouncing around in my head on repeat over 14 hours later.   If I can’t shake it, at least I can share it.  Let’s dive in, shall we?

 

Part 1:

Mrs. AP and I are in a hotel room somewhere warm, but not overly hot, with a cool coastal breeze.  This particular room is a corner room with sliding glass doorways on each outside facing wall that could slide completely into the walls, effectively leaving half the room as an outdoor space.  The balcony contained a private pool, and no other rooms were within line of sight from the pool so we didn’t need to bother with swim wear.  It was in this setting that Mrs. AP and I were swimming together nude and I surprised her by suddenly grabbing her legs and pulling them up onto my shoulders so that she was left floating on her back as I buried my face between her legs.  My tongue fiercely pushed through her lips as I licked as deeply inside her as possible, sucking her labia into my mouth and burying my nose in her tightly trimmed landing strip.  Her pussy began immediately flooding my mouth with her sweet taste as her juices jumped at the chance for release, and as my tongue fucked her firmly and my nose ground against the top edge of her clit she flailed in the water, back twisting and arms splashing.  For minutes on end I ravaged her pussy with my lips and tongue, pulling away only far enough to shift my tongue to her clit to that I could flick it quickly, viciously, until her moans became screams and her flowing juices became gushing rivers.  In all her thrashing she somehow was able to reach the edge of the pool just as her squirting orgasm was calming down, and she pulled away from me only long enough to twist around and throw me against the edge of the pool.  She wrapped her legs around me as she grabbed the edge for support and impaled her hot pussy down my throbbing cock.  Weighing nothing at all we fucked hard, our crashing bodies turning the small pool into a wave pool, and by the time I was emptying my hot cum deep inside her we had soaked the pool deck.

 

Part 2:

Completely unrelated and terribly unsexy.  We were at a nature preserve, and during recent renovations somebody forgot to seal part of the cage for the spider monkey exhibit.  They had learned they could climb under a branch through a gap in the fence and run amok as the pleased.  Terribly amusing to watch, but not at all erotic like the first and third parts.

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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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T.M.I. Tuesday – Strip For Me

Today’s T.M.I. Tuesday posting focuses on the subject of stripping, be it for somebody else or by somebody else.  See my answers below.  Find other’s answers through the T.M.I. Tuesday blog.

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Playing in Public

As early as my mid-teens, thoughts of performing sexual acts in public — with or without either audience or partner — became a common theme in many of my fantasies.   Often I would bounce between that theme or group sex, sometimes combining the two into a mental scene of group debauchery in the woods, or in a library, or at the beach.  Yes, I really am geek enough to fantasize about group sex in a library.  As Jack and Jill can confirm, this fantasy is not unique to me.

My first delvings into playing in public were solo affairs.  As an early teenager my family lived in a planned community still in the early stages of development; there were 32 miles of bike path but only the equivalent of 8 miles of associated neighborhoods.  This left many a wide stretch of nothing but woods and roadway for company.  More than once I would leave the bike path to find a mostly-hidden corner in a clearing where I could still see the road if positioned just right while remaining hidden from passers-by.  I’d strip, bask in the open air a bit, and slowly work myself first to arousal and then to orgasm.  My senses would be overly heightened, listening desperately for somebody approaching.  It never happened, but in my fantasies discovery always led to heated exchanges never to be repeated.

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To Scratch That Itch

SINful friends, it’s been some time since a proper update from me, and for that I do apologize.  Mrs. AP and I have been kept busy the past 3 – 4 weeks trying to scramble to find a new place, pack, and pull off the move without absolutely killing ourselves.  With a great deal of stubbornness, perseverance, and a miracle or two we managed, but not without consequence.  We’re both quite sore several days later, and we both remain exhausted.  Even so, we’re faced with a new place in which we must unpack our belongings and start downsizing; as it was we filled a 17 foot U-Haul truck floor to ceiling, front to back.  For a family of 5 — we’re sans roommates now! — this is just too much, both to move and to fit in our new, smaller place.

In the middle of the move Mrs. AP pulled me aside and informed me that she’d been having some mental hangups and possessive feelings when it came to sharing me but that those had now passed.  The next day she told me she’d had a very arousing dream involving another couple we know.  She got all cute and shy and embarrassed when I started asking about it.  (I love how she can be cute and demure and shy discussing things out of bed but be absolutely into it and up for anything once the ice gets broken and cloths start coming off.)  The most I was able to get out of her was that “we all did everything two couples can do.”

In my mind this can be a veritable smorgasbord of sexual activity, and several of my fantasies (see here) came flooding into my head.  I pictured bodies moving and mouths exploring and hands caressing and haven’t been able to get the images out of my head, which tells me two very important things:

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What’s Your Fantasy?

Fantasies.  We all have them.  Some are relatively tame, some are relatively wild, but they all come down to one thing — satisfying some part within that yearns.  Yearns for a tropical vacation for a week; yearns for a backpacking trip across Europe; yearns for a sexual experience that would make even Jenna Jameson blush.

Sometimes people repress their fantasies.  I know for a great time I did.  My emotional state was in such turmoil that I stopped fantasizing.  I had Mrs. AbsinthePassion satisfying so many of my needs and was so scared of ever losing that security and comfort that my fantasies went on their own fantasy vacations.  Only as I’ve become comfortable with myself again, and worked through my own issues, hangups, and mental blocks have my fantasies been returning.

Thankfully, gratefully, Mrs. AP and I being both open and active on the Poly/Swing spectrum enables us both to pursue fantasies that would leave most Vanilla couples balking.  A MMF threesome?  Some couples can’t handle that, but as my lovely regular readers (thank you all!) know, Mrs. AP and I are no strangers to having another guy involved.  Thus far, our action in such threesomes has involved either having Mrs. AP being spit-roasted (whether by 2 cocks or by cock and hand, whatever) or the other guy and I being involved in some male-on-male oral action while Mrs. AP watches.  Some variation of these themes has thus far stayed true.  But in my mind (and hers) there are things we still yearn to do.  Things we crave to try.  Things about which we fantasize.

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