Total Eclipse vs Solar Fuck Fest

“Come one, come all,” I’ve heard all year

See the total eclipse of the sun

And you live in a place to see it well

You’ll have oodles and boodles of fun

 

You’ll have people come to town

That have never been here before

Perhaps a quarter-of-a-million folks

And some say maybe more

 

NASA has already sent a team

Months ahead for preparation

To tell of the Solar Fest

It’s more fun than masturbation

 

And have you heard how properties

Up for sale in these three counties

Have been bought by greedy bastards

In order to charge exorbitant bounties

 

And all the local establishments

Are hawking Solar Fest fare

Like cheap ass glasses to scorch your eyes

You forgot “buyer beware”

 

And because of the looky loos a comin’

The rainbow crowd has come to roost

Not to brighten the festivities

But they sure give our crime stats a boost

 

I know exactly where I’ll be

During the total solar eclipse

Watching kat’s sexy ass moon the sun

Shading me as I lick her pussy lips

 

And while all the millions stare at the sun

Some that will even risk going blind

I’ll gladly send kat to sub-space

While butt-fucking her from behind

 

So go on and enjoy your total eclipse

If that’s really the best you can do

I’ll spend it with kat who’s eclipsed my heart with hers

Cuz’ my folks didn’t raise no fool

 

And when you go to tell your tale

About how you enjoyed Solar Fest

Standing like an idiot staring at the sun

I’ll speak of a tale concerning kat’s tail

And know that it’s I who was truly blest

And wisely enjoyed the greater fun

 

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A Bloody Lesson

[This is not our usual type of post, and if talking about blood gets you queasy, please skip this post.]

I’m going to talk about something from the male perspective, but I found out that something similar can occur to females as well.

I went through something recently that, although I’m middle-aged, I had never heard or read about, and it was rather a rude awakening. And it is for that reason I’m telling the embarrassing tale. I truly hope it doesn’t happen to any of you, but just in case it does maybe by hearing about it before it does from someone who has gone through it might ease your mind. Just remember the key words: don’t panic.

While showering I noticed a simple spot just off-center on the head of my penis. It was very small, and looked like either a mole or the beginning of a pimple (which I thought was really weird, since I’d never even developed pimples during adolescence). And upon further investigation there were no other visible symptoms.

Having never encountered this before, and not wanting oddities popping up where I didn’t want them, I decided to rub it clean or pick it off.

Big mistake!

As soon as the tiny spot popped off blood began to pour out…and I do mean pour! In just seconds blood was pooling in the tub and both my hands were a bloody mess—which made it a bit difficult to grip things that needed to be gripped and grab things that needed to be grabbed in an effort to stop the flow.

I will spare you all the bloody details of my various attempts to squelch the flow, except to tell you that I finally accomplished the task with the medical equivalent of choking the chicken. But by the time I stopped the bleeding the place looked like a slaughter house. After all, that part of the anatomy ebbs and flows (is soft or hard) based on blood circulation. And along with the bathtub, the floor, toilet, wastebasket, and a couple towels were soaked or splattered with blood. And, of course, along with my hands I was splattered from the waist down and needed another shower.

Now you have to understand that I’ve seen a lot of violence and bloodshed in my life, so I don’t get flustered easily. I didn’t yell out or try to call anyone: no, not even kat. I simply focused my energy on stopping the blood. However, as soon as it was stopped I recall thinking the following:

“I’ve survived the barrio, military wounds, years of investigations and being shot at, along with a lifetime of seeking adrenaline rushes in activities like skydiving, scuba diving, mountain climbing, etc, and here I almost died from a pimple on my pecker.”

Well, as it turned out it wasn’t a pimple, it was similar to a blood blister, and the blood filled up inside instead of near the surface. That’s why I couldn’t see it.

I found out that males and females can develop these around their genitalia, and they can look like pimples, moles, blackheads, and even age spots. But, heaven forbid, if you ever get one please learn from my embarrassing mistake… don’t rub, scratch, or pick it.

[Please see MisterMan’s comment below for another possible explanation.]

Guilty of Lust in the 1st Degree

We have sessions quite traditional and ordinary

Using hugs and kisses, caresses, and missionary

But truth be told

It truly gets old

So with sex we change it, rearrange it, and often vary

 

If your sex life is in danger of being too nice

Just change the recipe and add some spice

Get out of the rut

Fuck her hard like a slut

And tell her she’s worth twice the price

 

Have date nights where you charm her to score

Then unshackle your passion and let it soar

You’ve built the trust

Now set free the lust

Love her like a wife, but fuck her like a whore

 

As a Dom you should love, like, and lust her

And always earn the right to be called “Sir”

Want to hear her scream?

Spread her cheeks and ream

Then fuck her ass hard like a real Master

 

I’ve allowed my sub to start when acting coy

She often kneels and offers a belt as her ploy

I politely do “Thank”

Then give her a good spank

Knowing she wants to be used like a fuck toy

 

There are times when you let her simply suck you

You can change it up by face fucking her too

Then cum on her face

For a change of pace

But without the cock whipping—don’t be cruel

 

If you want your sub submitting willingly

Fulfill her darkest desires orgasmically

Do what it takes

So she quivers and quakes

Stay guilty of lust in the 1st degree

Long-Distance D/s

I’ve read a few posts recently that have dealt with periods when distance is a factor in maintaining their D/s dynamic. Traveling for business, family obligations, long-distance relationships, and even vacations or weekend trips can disrupt the flow of the D/s dynamic, especially in new D/s relationships. And each couple must communicate and decide how to handle these separations when they arise. Continue reading “Long-Distance D/s”

Down and Dirty

OMG! I’m still smiling from my recent fuck session with kat. Yes, I mean “fuck session” not love session. There is always love as the foundation between us, but sometimes we’re both craving a no-holds-barred nasty as we can be fuck fest.

Sex sessions come in a wide variety, and as a playful and exploratory kind of guy I’ve definitely done my share to diversify my experiences. So I say, thank God, the sexual revolution, and finding the perfect mate.

Some days you just got to get down and dirty. Sure, kat and I enjoy caressing, cuddling, massaging, and other applications of loving touch. In fact, she learned early in our relationship that I’m a very affectionate guy (since I grew up in a non-affectionate family and swore I’d never be like that as an adult). Ahh… but I digress.

The simple fact is we are human. We are prone to a variety of moods, and the stress and cares of daily life and relationships can alter those moods. And over-and-above our basic mood swings we also have sexual needs and desires that can easily run the gamut from Vanilla to German Chocolate to Ebony Black Forest Fudge (getting hungry yet?).

Simply put, some days a traditional roll-in-the-hay just isn’t good enough. Perhaps you had a stressful day at work, or the kids broke their all-time record for getting on your nerves, or your Monster-in-law lived up to her title with a two-hour bitch session. Or maybe you just woke up horny as hell, got hornier throughout the day, and by the time you get some alone time with your mate you feel like a sex-addict who just found out your mate is a nymphomaniac that develops amnesia after every orgasm…and refuses to quit until she’s satisfied.

Or maybe, if you’re like me, you’re so fucking in love, like, and lust with your mate you don’t really need a reason to want to ravish them. Or you find that any reason is as good as another. For instance, kat’s normal attire is a t-shirt and panties, cuz’ I’m not big on fancy lingerie; I like the wholesome girl-next-door-look (with one exception, of course, my girl wears a collar). And after hours of seeing her with just enough covered to keep sparking the imagination and teasing my desires, I begin to wonder if the zipper on my Wrangler jeans can withstand the growing pressure. In other words, it’s time for this Alpha to pounce.

What’s that? Did I hear someone in the peanut gallery ask, “What about foreplay?”

Unlike many couples, kat and I believe foreplay is every waking second of every day. We don’t believe in relationships that are 50/50; we believe that both mates need to give 100% at all times, and that includes our view of foreplay. To us, foreplay is showing we love, cherish, adore, and respect each other every waking second. And when we constantly treat each other with love and affection we stay in a condition of readiness for whenever the opportunities present themselves. And kat loves it this way because—unlike her prior relationships—I show her constant love and affection throughout every day, instead of only paying her compliments or playing grab ass five seconds before I want to fuck her, and calling that foreplay like so many guys that don’t know how to touch a woman’s emotions.

A guy I’ve known for years constantly complains about his wife not being very spontaneous, but when I ask him what he does to help get her in the mood, he says if he had to do something to get her in the mood it destroys the whole purpose of being spontaneous. And he wonders why she spurns his advances most the time, and just lays there like an inanimate object on the rare occasion she sheds her panties.

Kat, on the other hand, is in a constant state of readiness because of my consistently showing love and affection—which includes sharing duties so we can get them over and done with quicker, in order to have more time for ourselves—so when I decide I want to surprise her, push her against a wall, fondle her, rip her clothes off, sweep her up into my arms, carry her to the closest piece of furniture I can bend her over, and lick, suck, and fuck her brains out, not once has she ever complained. In fact, her actions, physical response, and words tell me she only wants more.

So when I told kat that we were going to get fucking nasty this time, all she did was say, “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be a very nasty girl for you.” And she was. And when our sexual urges were sated we talked and laughed for hours afterward.

Yep, some days you just got to get down and dirty. But in order for those days to work you’ve got to show each other love, affection, and respect every day, without fail, so the passion is always smoldering within you both and ready to be ignited when the opportunities arise.