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.
This week’s T.M.I. Tuesday (courtesy of http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/) celebrates Rabbits! Okay, not exactly, but that’s the title this week. Answers are provided by both Mrs. AP and myself for the first time ever! Want to read more? Come on down! (more…)
Today is a happy day here in my little corner of the internet, SINful friends, for my journey as a Sex Blogger has run around full circle.
As I’ve detailed a few times, I got the idea to begin my own blog after following breadcrumbs from the wonderful Kissin Blue Karen, upon whom Mrs. AP had stumbled while looking up info on our local Swingers Club Eyz Wide Shut. Karen had recently been featured on a list of the sexiest bloggers of 2011, and by following that link I found other powerful, confident, vulnerable, normal people who shared their thoughts, experiences, and explorations of all things sexual. I found kindred spirits, most profoundly in the (now silent) Our Open Marriage Adventures and What’s In A Name. I found my voice. After running the idea past Mrs. AP, AbSINthe Passion was born.
Today that same site through which I found other wonderful blogs was updated for 2012. I am deeply humbled and honoured to find myself among those chosen as The Sexiest Blogs of 2012. I feel like the loop has closed; the list through which I found others now includes myself. The idea rather makes my head spin. More to my delight, however, is how many of my fellow bloggers — bloggers whom I follow regularly and consider to be friends — also made the list. Please, visit the list and explore somebody new, or revisit old friends. Every author on that list — and thank you Red Region for compiling this list year after year! — is a strong, powerful voice that never fails to provide a new and wonderful perspective.
Also, the variety is quite sexy.
Stay SINful, friends.
Well, it’s New Year’s Eve in most of the United States right now (Hawaii has some time yet to join the party) and it’s that time of the year where everybody gets contemplative. This calendar year has been a big one in many ways, not the least of which personally. After all, one year ago this little corner of the internet I call AbSINthe Passion was only a flickering glimmer of a dream in the recesses of my mind, and now here we all are together, SINful friends, looking back on the year that was. It’s been a fun ride so far, hasn’t it? We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve gotten aroused to the point of no return, and we’ve grown through it all. Thankfully, it seems the country (for those of us in the United States) as a whole decided to grow with us.
Of course, the biggest story of the year in the USA was the Presidential Election. I labored hard in this space to bring forth the issues of equality and progress as they pertained to the election process, and I was incredibly proud of the results not only when President Obama was re-elected but also when four U.S. States voted in favor of equal marriage rights. I believe I cried more over the progress shown by those four states than I did when the election was called for President Obama. The fact that this much advancement has been made a mere 4 years after Florida Amendment 2 and California Proposition 8 is extraordinary, and gives me hope for a more accepting humanity in the future.
The year 2012 also so a prominent sports figure come to the public defense of Equal Marriage in not one but two scathing public letters that completely demolish the arguments presented by people who should be, by virtue of their respective positions, rather intelligent people. Prior to that, however, way back in the early days of Summer, retail chain JC Penney first signed Ellen DeGeneres on as a spokeperson — which deeply upset the conservative group One Million Moms — and then upped the ante by featuring a Father’s Day ad showing family with two dads (an actual gay couple, gasp shock!) playing with their kids. If that’s not an awesome way to ignore dissenters and protest groups, I don’t know what is.
Last, but certainly not least, 2012 was a big year for Mrs. AP and me. When I started this blog we were sharing a house with her soon-to-be ex-husband and our roommate. That changes a few months later when we moved into a place of our own, separate and removed from other adult entanglements and free to grow our relationship as we see fit. At times the relocation into a significantly smaller place has been challenging and frustrating, but we stick together and will get through it smashingly. We always do.
Thank you Mrs. AP for supporting me on this journey, and thank you SINful friends for joining me along the path.
Stay SINful, friends.
Whatever your religious affiliation or philosophical ideology may the end of the calendar year and all of your associated celebrations be wrought friends, family, love, happiness, and a healthy dose of delightful debauchery.
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.
It’s that time of year when the veil between the living and dead grows thinnest. Witches and warlocks, ghosts and ghouls, pookas and goblins, faeries and pixies, and all manner of othernatural will be running amok tonight.
However you celebrate, stay safe.
Stay SINful, friends.
As I write this, Hurricane Sandy is within 24 hours of making landfall on the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. Reuters reports that it may be the largest storm to ever make landfall in the United States. Let that sink in a minute. By size, larger than Katrina, or Andrew, or Irene last year. Already there are reports of flooding in NYC. In Gowanus, Brooklyn, New York the storm surge is literally pushing toxic sewage into the street. Even of NYC does not take a direct hit, the immense size of this storm could be disastrous for the city. A storm surge correlating with landfall near high tide during the current full moon could flood the subway system and affect service for a month. While I admit my combined 13 years of living in Florida and riding out dozens of storms has made me cynical when it comes to heeding the hype, we saw with Katrina that sometimes not even the predictions account for the amount of damage potential.
As Mrs. AP pointed out while we were discussing the problems Sandy poses, what happens when all the rooftop furniture starts taking flight? We have seen lawn chairs split palm trees in half during storms in Florida. What is a handrail from a rooftop deck going to do when it hits the glass facade of one of the buildings in Midtown? What happens when the loose equipment from the various towers under construction gets an unobstructed flight across town? What happens when debris from Roosevelt Island splits a cable on one of the bridges over the East River? Okay, maybe that last example is an exaggeration. Nevertheless, we know in Florida that flooding and debris caught by the wind cause the most damage, and NYC is fraught with potential for both.
This morning I unleashed a rant upon the sky. One of the few perks my job affords me is the ability to walk along some of the waterways south of St. Petersburg, FL at times when few people are about. This morning — very early this morning, before the birds awoke — I pace and ranted, yelled, muttered, and ranted some more. The stars and the waves were all that bore witness to this meandering rant that contained enough circumlocutions not even Kevin Smith could have written them.
This rant followed very shortly two very important steps in my healing process. First, foremost, and greatest of all is that Mrs. AP, in her incredibly insightful and supportive disposition, enticed and encouraged me to unleash many of the frustrations I’ve had over life in general for the past few weeks, all of which were brought to a boiling head one week ago when we learned we were no longer nurturing a pregnancy. My mood crumbled, leaving me very down and dazed and not at all the high-spirited person to whom Mrs. AP has grown accustomed. Worse still for both of us has been that we cannot find nor make peace with the loss of our child. Neither of us prescribe to any particular religious precept — I’m closest to a Humanist-Agnostic with a respect for the Pagan and Buddhist tenets in respect to life and natural energy, she’s closest to a Pagan-Buddhist with a deep connection to nature and natural energy — so the usual Judeo-Christian platitudes of being reunited in Heaven ring rather hollow. As we see it, what soul was there that abandoned our fetus may yet one day return to us, but for now we’re left without, and it hurts. We both want answers, but realistically and scientifically there are no answers to give. None of the tests that were run could provide anything solid. Best guesses include stress or some fetal medical condition not discoverable via bloodwork. We don’t know, and neither do the medical professionals.
Hello again SINful friends. I know I’ve been gone a short time. Do forgive me, please.
When I last left you all I was preparing for a work trip to New York, wherein I worked 36 hours in 3 days. This trip itself was sandwiched between 2 work weeks of my Day Job, wherein I work 48 hours in 4 days, weekly. Combined, I worked 132 hours in 11 days, for a smooth even average of 12 hours a day. I did, in short, burn out a few transistors, blew a few capacitors, and did have to recuperate for these past 3 days in the arms of My Beloved Mrs. AbsinthePassion. Did I mention I adore her? She is the perfect remedy for all that ails me, and these past 3 days have been well spent indeed. Doing what, exactly?
Well, we loved, we fucked, we cuddled, we lay exhausted in each other’s arms, we talked, we planned, we went out to eat when we could afford to and got creative with meals at home when we could not. We played with children and yelled at children and did the same with the puppy and generally lived a typical, normal, every day kind of life.
During my absence here, the 6-month anniversary of the launch of this webspace passed. I wish I could tell all of you, SINful friends, that I took note of it on the day it happened. Sadly, I was instead deep in the embrace first of sleep, and later a minor concussion.
To my SINful friends who observe the High Holidays, may your fast be easy and your Yom Kippur be reflective.
Stay SINful, friends.
To my SINful friends who observe the High Holidays, may your new year be filled with warmth, love, and blessings.
Stay SINful, friends.
Thank you, SINful friends. It is with great pleasure I pass the word that Mr. No Name came out of his surgery Friday safely. He was in good enough spirits to insist the nurse calling his wife to refer to his wife as sexy. He also seems to have recovered some missing range of motion in his feet. I am certain all the well wishes, prayers, etc. helped skew the good karma in his direction. Job well done, everyone.
And Mr. No Name, be ye ever so humble, you deserve the attention my friend. Good on ya for pulling through.
Stay SINful, friends.
SINful friends, I have a request.
Today Mr. No Name is having back surgery. As he once put it:
I know the infection rate at the hospital I am having itdone at is nearly zero and my doctor’s infection rate is zero. I know the doctor has never lost or paralyzeda patient. I know the worst outcome willbe a lack of improvement, but the likely outcome is , increased stability andmobility and absence of pain.But Iremain concerned.
Keep Mr. No Name in your thoughts today, please. Send him good energy, pray for him, wish him well, etc. The man is a staunch supporter of us here at abSINthePassion, and we want do all we can to return the favor.
And you, Mr. No Name, I expect to be reading this post the weekend or week after your surgery as you recover safely and successfully. I want to be seeing more of you, my friend.
Stay SINful, friends.
SINful Friends, your support continues to amaze me. During the events of this past week the outpouring of love and support has been nothing short of incredible. I never would have thought, when I was pouring over every page of writing by Josh and BB or by Mr. No Name (my two primary inspirations to begin writing this blog) that I would reach this large of an audience, much less that I would feel accepted as an integral part of the community. For this to happen as quickly as it has is nothing short of stunning.
SINful friends. The support and outpouring of love has been heartwarming, touching, and deeply appreciated.
Mrs. AP and I are still struggling to come to grips with everything. The fact that we’ve built a community that comes to our side when we struggle is simply stunning. You are all lovely people. Thank you.
Stay SINful, friends.
SINful friends, thank you all for being here. Thank you all for following, commenting, and (the VAST majority of you) for writing compelling blogs that inspire me and help me understand myself as I evolve and navigate my way through this crazy world. Some of you have been around since the very beginning (I’m looking at you two, Mr. No Name and Josh) and many of you hopped aboard shortly thereafter. More of you are recent followers, and maybe haven’t read through all the archives to get my full story. If you haven’t, please poke around, as I started fresh and raw within the first week and haven’t stopped since. Asides aside, you SINful friends are part of my community, and some of you feel like brothers and sisters after just these first few months. You’re family. Out “in the real worls”, though, what exactly does that mean?
The title of my post is a bit of a misnomer, as anyone who lives in Florida can confirm. Summer in Florida practically never ends; compared to most other States, our summer runs from mid-March to mid-November. Halloween costume’s in Florida trend toward light fabrics and fewer masks simply because it’s too damn hot to go for anything heavy or fully covered. Local climate notwithstanding, however, summer for parents comes to an end when children must return to school. In the case of my family, that is next week, on Monday, August 20. That means that the next three days (Wed – Fri) are my last days off from work before school starts. The next three days will surely be filled with last minute adjustments and supply purchases and panic, but to in the middle of that Mrs. AP and I have inked in plans for some less stressful activities.
Several of our friends get together at one of the local beaches once a week to engage in some Poi play, and once a month the gathering becomes a massive jam. What is Poi, you ask? Short version, Poi is fire spinning. Ever seen a luau, where the guys have the short sticks with ends on fire that they spin and put together complicated routines with? That’s Poi. For another, less often seen version, check out the following video:
Thank you, SINful friends. The many of you who visited and visited and revisited again yesterday kicked my page views to nearly 200 for the day, a number I never expected to see after only 60 posts. While I’m sure it will be some time again before I see such a thing, I wanted to let you all know that I appreciate the attention and love and support. This may be my own little venting / therapy / expository corner of the internet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like the company. All of you, and the wonderful community built of you, makes this endeavor far more fun and enjoyable than it would be otherwise. Many thanks.
Stay SINful, friends.
30 Days of Truth, Day 21 : (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
It’s time for another update in the 30 Days of Truth series. Let’s jump right into it, shall we?
(scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Back with another one of those 30 Days of Truth series updates! Let’s get right on it!
Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
It’s a 2 for one special today as I try to catch up after running behind on the 30 Days of Truth series. 2 consecutive weeks now I haven’t really posted anything during my days off. I’ll try to be more consistent about that. Anyway, on to the next round, yes?
Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
One of the things I always strive to do with Mrs. AbsinthePassion is make sure that she and I have ample US time. Sometimes it’s something as simple as cuddling while watching something on TV, sometimes it’s a date out to her favorite area restaurant. She’s the absolute perfect mate for me, and I never want there to come a time when she doubts that. Together Time is important for any couple, of course, but I know that I have this habit of getting stuck in habits and routines and forgetting to display to her just how amazing and wonderful she is. It’s no fault of hers; that blame lies squarely on my shoulders, and I daren’t ignore it. I get distracted by the latest tech news, by the latest custom ROM update for my hacked Android phone, by the latest sexy story to hit one of the many blogs I follow (and thank you ALL for your updates!), or by some other relatively trivial and unimportant thing. To combat that, I tr my best to always catch when she’s hinting — if not saying bluntly outright — that she needs more quality time just the two of us. It helps that, quite often, when she starts mentioning such things I”m already feeling a bit off from a changing of attention we’ve been giving each other and I need more of her time as well.
Friday was a combination of our need to reconnect a bit combined with both of us being a bit under the weather. Something has bloomed in our area of Tampa that has both of us absolutely miserable anywhere near the house. Sinuses are inflamed, eyes are watering, noses are sniffling. The symptoms are entirely unsexy and didn’t leave either us truly inspired to make our second visit out to Eyz Wide Shut. I wanted to go, especially with the theme of the night being Corset Night and Mrs. AP having some fantastic steel-ribbed corsets that do incredible things to her already magnificent 38DD breasts, but I didn’t feel the excitement of anticipation of going that I thought I should. I was just too down from sinus and headache pain. So we decided to change our plans, focus on us, and find a way out of the house that could still make for a good time and get us away from obnoxious roommates and the noises of children.
As luck would have it, I’m a Pittsburgh Penguins hockey fan, and they had a game Friday night as well. We made our way out to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the game and sate a craving I’d been having off and on for weeks for the Caribbean Jerk boneless wings. On our way to the restaurant one of our friends asked if we’d like to meet him in Ybor City for a drink later, and after Facebook messages and missed text messages back and forth we settled on the venue where we’d meet after the game.