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.