I wish I could be bringing you a sexy update, SINful friends. I know, we’re three posts into the new year and I’ve not given details on any mind blowing orgasms, incredible blowjobs, or delicious squirtings. It’s hard, you see, to have such wonderful times when there’s a three year old sleeping in your bed. Although things can get amusing when she decides to wake up after sleeping in her “big girl bed” on the floor next to yours.
Time for another edition of T.M.I. Tuesday! Click below to see how well I performed!
SINful friends, did I mention I plan on being more active here? I didn’t? Here I am! It’s T.M.I. Tuesday Time! Click below to see how well I play along this week!
Oh goodness, the annual “things I want to accomplish” lists that start filling every inch of visible screen space in social media circles this time of year seems endless and almost like a wasted exercise at times, yes? However, to better remind myself and to hold myself accountable, here’s some things I’d like to see happen this year.
1) Mrs. AP and I have sex more often. Between my health issues, her giving birth, and all the stress last year our frequency slipped. It’s time to reconnect, intimately as well as physically.
2) Have more threesomes with Bi Men. We only had one threesome last year, and that didn’t even see any guy-on-guy action.
3) Suck a cock until I’m swallowing his cum. We had a string of bad luck there, where our partners couldn’t pop from oral. I want to fix that. I’ve not fully tasted another guy since 2009, back before I met Mrs. AP. I want her to watch me drain a guy dry and then revive him so she can mount him.
4) Bring some more adventure back into our play. The kink left alongside the regular intervals. I want to buy several Liberator Fascinator Throes so that I can get Mrs. AP squirting everywhere without risking our mattress. I want her to buy those strapons she’s been eyeing so she can peg me more frequently. It’s tricky, what with Baby Girl’s crib in our room, but if we work at it I believe we can get the non-vanilla flavors back into our sexual recipes.
5) Write here more often. I was awarded well for my efforts after I launched this space nearly 3 years ago, but multiple setbacks knocked me right out of the writing spirit and it’s taken quite some time for me to find the time and confidence again. I may not ever make the “best of” lists put out by the likes of Rori or Modesty again but I’m okay with that. This is my release, my space to which I come for all manner of things related to love and sex. The recognition is admittedly thrilling but ultimately this writing is about me. I’d forgotten that for a long time. No more.
Stay SINful, friends.
The other night Mrs. AP and I celebrated my birthday in spectacular fashion. Those of you out in Twitter land already heard about some of it, but for the rest of you, here’s a run down (or a marathon down?) of what happened:
Mrs. AP is always very eager to please me anytime something worth celebrating rolls around. Okay, she’s very eager to please me all the time, as am I with her, so really there’s nothing terribly new in that aspect, but birthdays in particular are extra special. Anything goes for birthdays, and this night was no exception. We started the night just holding each other and talking, all distractions like TV and phones put away and turned off. We’d not well and truly talked about how we’re doing, what we want, and how to approach those things in quite some time. The best part of our relationship is how well we communicate when we both relax and share ourselves with each other, and while we’d never lost that ability we’d been focusing on so many other things this past year that we’d let slip some of that bonding time we need.
As our talking became more pervy and kinky the conversation delved into group sex and bi-boi play and how well some of our past lovers worked with us then and could again in the future. Talking of our past lovers always gets me excited, as scenes from our adventures play out on the film screen in my mind; images of Mrs. AP sliding down the largest cock I’ve ever seen in person while I hold it in place; images of her mouth sucking on a cock so intensely that she doesn’t get any warning before it explodes in her mouth; images of her on her back being roughly fucked while my cock muffles her deep moans. I can’t help but get hard at the thought of what we’ve done and what we might do again. Mrs. AP takes great delight in this and is sure to stroke and tease my cock until the pre-cum has formed puddles on my stomach. Talk soon turned to things we’ve not yet done, in which mention of DP and DVP came up. As we were discussing the pros and cons of the lovely cocks with which these things might happen vis a vis who could actually fit in which locations, one of us made mention of having one of those lovely cocks slide inside my tight ass.
The subject had been breached, and I was feeling relaxed, confident, and aroused enough to agree, or perhaps even insist, on us breaking out the toy box and seeing just how well our collection of toys could fit inside me. After all, if I couldn’t handle being filled by imitation cock there wasn’t much likelihood of me handling a real one, and it had been quite some time since Mrs. AP had flogged me and fucked me. In a flash Mrs. AP was off to the shower — I’d showered earlier in the evening — while I prepared the room. Top sheet and comforter were moved to the end of the bed and tucked neatly into quick-pull piles in case we got cold. Pillows were arranged at the top of the bed for maximum comfort and bed space. Candles were lit. Towels were laid down. Toy box, cleaner, gloves, condoms, and baby wipes were laid out for easy access.
Mrs. AP came back into the room to find me laying naked on the bed, my cock hard and throbbing for her. Not for her and one of our lovers. Not for her and Red and Red’s new girlfriend who were sleeping in the other room. All for her and for the deliciously deep dicking she was going to give me. She put her hair up and settled down between my legs, leaning forward to give my pulsing cock a long lick and a slow suck on the head before pulling her head up slowly until I audibly popped out of her mouth. She asked me which toys I wanted, and with a quick review session of our options I chose all the “life like” toy cocks we have, all of which happen to be Vac-U-Lock compatible. Toys selected, Mrs. AP slid a glove on her left hand cleaned all the toys with the spray toy cleaner we use. Those matters settled, she wiped her gloved hand dry of the cleaner and then lubed it up, and with her right hand wrapped around my cock she began teasing my ass with her finger. Just a gentle tease at first, circling the edge of my tight little rosebud before rubbing across it lightly. Slowly she added more pressure as the tease became a massage. As I relaxed into it and felt the pressure grow from pressing to encouraging my backdoor slowly opened and invited her finger in. As she passed through the first ring of muscle I gasped. As she passed through the second ring of muscle I groaned. Oh, how I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed this. My ass was ripe for the taking, and Mrs. AP was ready to take.
We were alone in our hotel room. No children, roommates, or pets around to cause distractions. We had the “Rock Star Suite”, which wasn’t so much a suite as it was a standard room, but it was a room without a window, which meant we didn’t even have a view of the city to distract us. We had little or as much light as we wanted. Most importantly, we had each other. In our brief freedom from the rest of the world, we were going to do some exploring of one another, and in the process of doing so would hope to add a new staple item to our sexual repertoire.
We started with watching a video Mrs. AP had found that went over some of the more technical details. I paid close attention, mildly turned on and responding by rising some to the occasion, but more caught in absorbing most of the presented knowledge as possible. This was important, and a big step if we could achieve our goal. As such, I wanted to do my best, not only for her pleasure but also for my pride.
Video complete, we moved her laptop over to the nightstand. Mrs. AP lay back, her nude body almost glowing in the soft light. Her large, firm breasts rose and fell with each breath as she looked at me expectantly. My hands trailed up her body, caressing her long legs, teasing her thighs, tracing up her stomach, and finally cupping her breasts. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my forceful fingers. I squeezed her breasts, massaging them as I kept a tight grip on her hardening nipples. Leaning forward I captured her mouth with mine and poured every ounce of passion I had within me into claiming her lips, her tongue, her breath as mine. We melted into each other as I slid my right hand down her body, slowly, fingers gliding over every available inch. My hand reached the top of her mound, where I could feel the heat rising from her. Further down, fingertips brushing against her clit and down, down, until my hand cupped her pussy. Slowly my finger slid inside her lips, feeling her open and yearning for me, hot and wet and waiting.
Pardon the alliteration, friends, but I’m feeling whimsical. You’ll forgive me, yes?
I stumbled this morning on an excellent piece hosted on the Huffington Post titled “For Bi Guys Thinking of Coming Out” by author Patrick RichardsFink. If you have not already, please go read the piece. Regardless of your gender or sexual identity there are some incredible insights found within the piece, particularly in dealing with the preconceptions most people still carry about sexuality and gender identity being based within the binary normative structure of gay/straight, male/female.
As I have mentioned repeatedly in my writings, I knew comparatively early in my life that I am Bi Male. Additionally, I came to realize later in life that I am also a Queer Male. In my further explorations into the roles of gender and sexual identity as parcel to development and establishing meaningful interpersonal relationships, I have had to undo the same kind of binary thinking still prevalent in modern Western society. Sexuality and Gender are not necessarily static, but may instead exist on a dynamic continuum. It is with this greater understanding, both externally and internally of the fluidity of self-expression, that led me to the belief that Bi-Curiosity is a misnomer, a stumbling block upon the path to actualization. The conversation is not as simple as there being two sides to a coin, but is instead as multifaceted as a Princess-cut diamond. This complexity requires adopting not only a new approach to coming out but also a new mindset to those still within the binary-normative structure.