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Ride the Pain Away

I came home from work with one of the most debilitating migraines I’ve had in ages. I fought through traffic and held it at bay, but by the time I walked up the stairs and through the front door Mrs. AP was able take one look at me and firmly say “I love you, go lay down in the dark.” Knowing better than to ever argue with her when she uses her Domme voice, I kissed her and made my room to comply. As I lay there trying to hide all light and sound from obliterating me into millions of pieces Mrs. AP came in and softly asked how I could help. My whimpers must have translated into something because she left the room to come back a few minutes later with Excedrin and a cold coffee blend of the various pre-made flavored coffees we keep in the fridge. She disappeared again, leaving me in silence.

On her next return she came bearing food; perfect wife that she is, she made dinner and handled the kids while I lay in the room trying not to feel like death had become me. Dutifully I ate, thankful for the mix of spices and savory elements she combined to hit every flavor element I so love. Once I finished eating I lay the plate back down and rested, eyes closed, hoping for relief.

When Mrs. AP came back in she asked if there was anything else she could do to help. I whimpered some more, to which she responded by laying next to me and cradling me, caressing my head and letting her hand wander further down my body. As she slipped a hand inside my pants she asked if there was *anything* she could do to help, and my cock rose in response. Feeling how eager my cock was to greet her Mrs. AP whispered mischievously “feels like I know just the thing.” She got up to lock the door, stripping as she rose, and in my pained stupor I somehow managed to strip so that by the time she turned around I was ready, waiting for her.

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Getting Back to the Swing of Things

As my most recent post details, I’ve had some health issues of late that have compounded or correlated with a lackluster libido.  Thankfully both the health and the libido issues are being resolved — I’ve been off antibiotics for nearly 48 hours and am starting to feel a slight increase in my energy levels — and I can get back to my sexy self.

But what is my sexy self?

As a former athlete who now resides in a non-athletic body, I often times find myself fighting the disconnect between the way I perceived myself as sexy when I had nary an ounce of body fat and had stamina for hours of continuous rigorous exercise versus the current state, where my midsection is protruding more than I’d like and I can’t even walk 5 flights of stairs without getting winded.  My body and my mind are not in agreement over my current state at all, which often leads to silly things like me thinking I really can run after the kids at the park without killing myself.

This past month, in which I’ve stayed in two different hospitals, has led me to resolve to change my lifestyle, which in turn will (I hope) lead me back into My Lifestyles.

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The Hidden Health Cause of My Lost Libido

Greetings, SINful Friends!  Today I bring a public health and safety awareness message.  If you’re looking for a sexy post or detailed recounting of sexual, move along.  Or read to the end and see if I work something in.  You never know.

Over the past 6 months to a year, Mrs. AP has noticed a continual waning of my sexual appetite.  While many psychologist, and even more married couples, will attest to the fact that interest levels wax and wane throughout a relationship and that sometimes two partners will be on very different sexual planes of existence, this drop in my interest levels could be considered precipitous.  The playfulness, the kinkiness, the embrace of all things orgasmic, had faded into boring, vanilla, infrequent sessions that were usually just a few short minutes of foreplay followed by a less than impressive coupling before I finished and rolled away for cleanup.  Mind you, I felt completely satisfied by these sessions, but I knew we were missing our … something.

In the middle of August, we moved out of the rundown (and, as we’ve since discovered, ridiculously moldy and likely illness inducing) house apartment in the Tampa Bay area and moved to a brand new apartment in Orlando.  At the end of August, I was hospitalized.

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When Life Catches Up

Sorry about the unannounced sabbatical there, SINful friends.  It seems life decided I needed a swift kick in the pants, or to the head perhaps.  Something bug-like caught me, grabbed me by the hair, and slammed my head into the pillow for most of a week.  Sure, I was able to get up for work, and Mrs. AP and I made some public appearances at friend’s festivities, but by and large I have been a walking case of exhaustion staving off passing out by use of sheer will and excessive amounts of caffeine.

To wit, when I got off work for my “weekend” I proceeded to sleep for 14 hours.  This without the assistance of any sleep agents.  Apparently my body needed to reboot, and with it was taken the ability for me to form any sense of cognizant postings.  While I wanted to write, and had things swirling in my head, I couldn’t get anything to coalesce long enough to produce anything that wasn’t drivel.  Even in my head, nothing would form out of the mists that bore any resemblance to something formative.   Every writer out there knows that sometimes, no matter how hard we push, the words refuse to flow.  In my case, I didn’t posses the energy to push.  At best, I might have tickled.  There might have been a slap in there.  I’m not sure.

All of this came to a full head Friday night.  Mrs. AP was laying in bed looking delicious and scrumptious in her thong and tee shirt.  I rolled off the bed to lock the door and buried my had between her legs, not even bothering to remove her thong yet, and licked her to the point of soaking before even bothering to lift my head.  I love that moment when she soaks through her panties and I can taste her through the fabric.  There’s something primal about needing her so desperately that even removing her thing takes too long.

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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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T.M.I. Tuesday – Movember 20

This week’s T.M.I. Tuesday (courtesy of http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/) celebrates Movember!  Want to read more?  Come on down!

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T.M.I. Tuesday – Movember 13

This week’s T.M.I. Tuesday (courtesy of http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/) celebrates Movember!  Want to read more?  Come on down!

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T.M.I. Tuesday – Movember 6

This week’s T.M.I. Tuesday (courtesy of http://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/) celebrates Movember!  Want to read more?  Come on down!

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Fighting Temptation

After the surgery Mrs. AP had, we’re under doctor’s orders for no intercourse until she’s checked out and we’re given the blessing for all systems go.  For a couple as active as we are, it’s been agonizing.  It’s also led to some incredibly hot “everything but” sessions like we’re a couple of teenagers trying to get every fix we can.   It’s been lots of fun and has had the added bonus of forcing us (read: Me) to talk about what we like, what we want, and so forth.  We spent every day of my “weekend” off from work either talking, cuddling, or playing in every way we could.  In a word, we reconnected, which we both needed.  I feel refreshed and comforted, and I think she does as well.  Part of the problem we’ve been having in the physical reconnecting, however, is holding to those orders from the doctor.

This “problem” — ’cause really, it’s a relatively small problem as long as intimacy is being maintained, right? — started not long after Mrs. AP gave me one of the most amazing blowjobs in the history of blowjobs.  One of the immeasurably wonderful things about Mrs. AP is that she gets turned on by turning me on, so by the time I’ve begun shooting my hot cum down her throat she’s ready for me to turn her over, grab her hair, slap her ass, and fuck her so hard she screams her throat raw.  Not being able to do that right now requires getting a little more… creative… in our problem solving skills.  Oh, how I wish all problems required such fun ways of finding solutions!

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Jiggity Jig

An update.

All went well.  Mrs. AP is now on 2 painkillers,  antibiotics, and a muscle rebuilder.  She is prescribed bed rest for 2 days.  Luckily I don’t work again until Friday night.  The kids (and the puppy) are at Grandma’s until Sunday evening.  I get to be the best damn nurse husband ever! 😀

Stay SINful, friends.


How the GOP is Wrong

With all the talk of the RNC in town and Tampa going absolutely nuts over having every hotel in the Metropolitan Statistical Area booked to capacity for a week to hold the upwards of 50,000 people in town, it seems the Republicans have stepped up their crazy talk to the point where I can’t see straight anymore.  Fair warning, rant ahead.

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Rape is Never Legitimate

This one takes the cake, SINful friends.  Of all the asinine, uninformed, deliberately ignorant statements I’ve ever heard a politician make — and I’ve been following politics since I was 14 and first picked up an issue of Time Magazine — never have I heard somebody make such a boldly boneheaded statement.

As reported by damn near everybody by now, Republican Senate Candidate Todd Akin of Missouri, during a KTVI-TV (a FOX affiliate in St. Louis), said that he does not believe women can become pregnant during “legitimate rape“.  Now, I don’t know what “legitimate rape” is, because as far as I know there is no such thing.  But wait, there’s more!  Mr. Akin went on to say “From what I understand from doctors, that’s really rare.  If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down. But let’s assume maybe that didn’t work or something. I think there should be some punishment, but the punishment ought to be on the rapist.”  I’m sorry, I have to sit down and process this for a minute.  Angry tirade’s full of inappropriate language to follow…

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