Bedroom Closet

I guess the picture deserves some clarification, though I hardly think it needs any. I was going to say (type) before I accidentally hit “submit”… Ok, now there’s an interesting aside.. um. Where was I? Oh. I was going to say “since I took the day off I may as well…”

1. “Take these off as well” (maybe clever but probably more like trite)
2. “get naked” (more to the point).

To finish the aside: Interesting that it’s a “Submit” button on web forms. I’ve never truly thought of the connotations. But that’s maybe for another time as well.

I’m home today – ostensibly because I’m sick, but mostly because I just needed a day to myself. It was fantastic. I have other places where I’ll talk more about that, but what I was thinking while I was taking the picture again was “time to masturbate (again)”. That’s the one hurdle I have to clear when I’m home for the day: I can’t seem to keep my hands off myself. I end up sitting around all day not doing what it was I wanted to do because I feel like masturbating again and again. And it’s not even like I need to cum all the time. I just like the feeling.

I can’t imagine staying at home all the time. I’d never get anything done.

It’ll be tough when A___’s is home over the holidays.  I won’t want to leave the house for even more reasons.

Break time.

I was thinking in the shower this morning about “the right amount” vs. “all the way”. It started (in my head) because I’d just finished masturbating while fucking myself with a dildo and thinking how fantastic it felt. It did, and I’ll write more about that some other time. Anyway, that thought led to “I don’t know that I’d ever let anyone actually do this to me” – fuck me. I might, if the situation were right and I trusted the person and so on and so forth. But it’s really not important to me that it happens at all. It’s not something I’d even really seek out. Not really. Using the dildo on myself occasionally is “the right amount” of that particular activity for me, but then it goes back in the toy box for a month and I don’t give it a second thought.

A___ and I are really like that: We do a lot of things and try a lot of things, but only to a point. We’re content with that. There’s no need or pressure to take anything a step further; to go “All the way in”. Not unless we want to.

I’m not blowing (I said blowing) our horn here or criticizing anyone else either. It’s merely an observation – a clarification of why you’ll often read about me tying A___ up or vice versa, me spanking her or vice versa, me and a dildo or vice versa, but why we’re not active, ongoing participants in any one of these. We enjoy the idea of sharing our bed and our bodies with a third (and fourth) and have had occasion to do this in the past. We probably will again in the future, but we have no plans to join a swinger’s club or web site. We write about these “extremes” in our sex life but often leave the rest – our everyday sex – out of the story line, presenting an image of sexuality that’s entirely accurate from a slightly myopic perspective.

I’m fascinated reading blogs from people who seem to (at least in their blogs) live their particular lifestyle “All the way in”; whether in dominance, submission, swinging or spanking. Where their sex is their lifestyle. I’ve found a lot of great things to read that have been both interesting and inspirational, but I can’t be a sexual creature that way. I really think I’d get bored if A___ were my slave or mistress, if she needed leather or toys to cum, if we needed a third or fourth to feel satisfied. I often have these moments where I plan to keep A___ in the collar all weekend and dominate her in the same fashion that I read about, but I end up picking up a book or we go out and I just forget about it. We’ve moved on. We’ll get home or time will pass and something else will have inspired us instead. I don’t want to be in charge all the time, as much as I don’t want to not have any control or wear leather or get spanked all the time.

And there are an awful lot of blogs devoted to spanking out there. God bless the internet for that.

So we continue on here with our leashes and leather, dildos and dominance, following our fantasy benders wherever they take us, then we’ll take a break for some delicious vanilla sex.

Vanilla was always my favorite flavor.