DEBAUCHERY UPDATE #2

SO as I mentioned in my post titled POST-DIVORCE DEBAUCHERY I was inspired by a member on AdultFriendFinder with her post called "what a year!" to note my new, sexy and fun accomplishments of the past four years since my divorce. My friend likes to say I have PDD syndrome..

Ok, the hits just keep on cumming. For someone who basically flirts like the dickens (dick-ends?) but is not an instigator, I am somehow having more fun than I would have ever expected at the ripe old age of 52.

I had also mentioned that I'd hoped it would be a continuously evolving list...so here's the new stuff...

Here's a bit of an update since the last checklist of all of the sexy new experiences I've lucked into since my splitting with the ex-wife in 2003...

* Though I'd previously enjoyed anal toys applied by my partners, I'd longed to be fucked in the ass by a woman wearing a strap-on. Cross another off the list. It was quite amazing, I might add. Miss Mary rises to the occasion...

* Had my 2nd threesome with those same two women (3rd overall). A wonderful experience. I was in a more frequently voyeuristic position this time with less attention foisted on me and found I enjoyed it just as much as the previous occasion, especially since this occurrence was unplanned and spontaneous.

* Had a stunning marathon session with my exploratory partner and her live-in lesbian lover that lasted 18 hours (threesome #4). It was a marathon in four basic stages...I watched them for a couple of hours and then being pulled into a beautiful group grope with minimum physical involvement from me. Then I dominated EXP for an hour or more with her girl adding instruction from across the room via hand signals tying, flogging, spanking, debasing her while her girlfriend watched from various places in the room, eventually giving me hand signals as to what she wanted to see including making Exp come with my hands and forcing her to suck my cock. I was sub/dom at the same time. Kind of a switch's dream. EXP's gal then dominated me for a long while. She sat on my back, me face down in the long, white faux rug. She scraped her nails deeply and slowly up the back of my legs, spanked my ass with a leather paddle and strap, flogged my back and pushed her thumb's into pressure points behind my knees until I thought I was going to pass out while EXP watched, turned on from the couch. After a short break, I watched EXP fuck her girl with a strap-on and then they both gave much attention to me. In between all of these times were various grope-a-thons between us all.

* Had my cock sucked in suck-session by two women. One of whom hadn't sucked a cock in four years (full-time lesbian) and hadn't lost a thing, I might add.

* Had a session where I was dominated, spanked, flogged, had the pressure points on the back of my knees prodded, fingernails run hard up the back of my legs and back, and a hot wax/ice water routine by a woman of some experience while my EXP watched.

* began two interesting friendships which two amazing women, one a pen pal, who has joined me in fantasy writing back and forth and who I had my first chat sex with. Steamy, imaginative woman. This has developed into a full-fledged Internet romance with much possibility in the wings...I would like to introduce her to her first sex with another woman which is at top of her list...hmmm

* ate E for the first time and spent nearly three hours playing naked in the back of a Sequoia parked in a quite hotel parking lot. This was in the middle of a long weekend of tequila fueled debauchery and the best wedding reception ever.

* joined a Poly Party Group which I am excited to become active in. It is Philly based but looking for one out West. My embrace of my Poly lifestyle is being aided and abetted by my wondrous partners (x3) and an amazing new woman who has been in the lifestyle "officially" for 4 years with her equally loving and supportive hubby. Her stories and example from her life are truly overflowing with love and so incredibly inspiring. Sounds like we shall be playing together soon...I feel it comin' on...

* I had a wondrous 26 hour first date with an incredible woman named Christmas who said she had a "new trick", Ah, my first "squirter" (Sorry, Miss Mary. You can punish me later for using the word). I was quite impressed (and quite drenched). Between her talents and my increasing ability to utilize the Taoist "ingasm" techniques we were virtually a non-stop orgasm factory for a wonderful day. Wow. During the date we also got a call from my EXP who we put on speaker phone for a bit...we should have warned her so she could've cleared her schedule...lol...obviously, Christmas comes quite a bit more than once a year.

* Found myself being approached fairly regularly by very sexy, open-minded women whose only real similarity is that they are all in relationships that are tenuous based in some large part on the fact that their partners have become or have long been relatively asexual (not interested in sex). The women seem very attracted by the polyamorous nature of my life and also by the honesty, openness and non-agenda based sexiness they claim to see in me. I am sort of learning to understand this and I ain't complaining. I don't want to be a "player" but am looking for quality open-minded partners, and would love to have a handful of loving partners to bring into my existing circle. Not about quantity but quality. It's truly all about bring MORE love and compassion and understanding to each others lives and sharing the resulting fulfillment with the other people you love. Pretty enlightened concept though lots of work and hard to do successfully but I have been lucky and seem to be meeting the right, drama-less folks. Don't want to break up marriages or facilitate discord but I am comfortable that with right intent and loving empathy and communication that this can be good for all involved. Lecture over. Hahaha.

GAME PLAN #2

You wait for my call. I say one word. "NOW." You run to the shower hose yourself down wash your ass especially well because tonight it is mine. Make sure you lube it up your well before you leave the house. You might even want to toss a couple of fingers in there in the shower to get used to the idea. You will drink a bottle of water while you are getting ready and one en route to my house. I want you to feel full. I want you in an expendable wife-beater or old button up shirt. No fucking bra this time unless you plan on having it cut off of you.  In fact, I want you in a plaid schoolgirl skirt. Dog collar. Drive to my house dressed this way. Do not be late but do not speed. I don’t want the police to get their hands on you like last time. Pull your car into the neighborhood and park up the street. Come to my front door. Knock three times. Wait 60 seconds and knock again. Open the front door. I will not answer. Slowly come inside. Call out, “Hello...anyone home? I’m lost...Can I use your phone?” Ask for directions. You got off at the wrong bus stop and don't know where you are. I will grab you from behind and take you then and there as I wish. You will definitely be at my beck and call. While you are still dressed and freshly fucked, you will crawl into the bathroom where I will piss on you in the bathtub and then you on my cock. You will then be led upstairs, punished and fucked heartily. Then I will order you to lick my ass and fuck me slowly with my strap-on, first on my stomach, whispering into my ear what an asshole I was and how you love fucking my ass...then you roll me on my back so I can stare into your eyes and slap your tits while you slide that hard cock in and out of me... Nice start for an evening you think? Perhaps a bit of ESPN or Matlock and a bite to eat instead? Don't fucking push it. You are mine and I am yours.

EXPLORATORY PARTNERS

I had never really heard this term until yesterday. An interesting woman who I had just gotten to know had said the word in our short goodnight after a second long evening of chat together. I was my usual cryptically hestitant self, not giving up any signs of stirring up some passion and she said to me, "Are you at ALL interested in me?" I garbled some scrambled answer meaning to say, "Fuck yes," to which she said something I sort of half heard that included something like "Everybody needs a friend" and "exploratory partner." Huh? What is that?

Of course, being my dense self, I was never quite sure if she was interested in me or how or for what either. So I spun scenarios, fantasies, and questions on my 10 minute ride home and ran into the house to type her a letter trying to clarify my throbbing interest (sorry, such a graphic image for such a more wonderfully complex attraction). Basically, the gist of my letter was...I'm open, what you got?

This morning I got a letter from her (let's call her "Mary" for fun) which spelled things out...distinctly. She thought she and I had similar sexual interests and were in a position to "switch off" when things got too clingy or "traditional". She sounded particularly interested in exploring some pain based scenarios, some S&M fantasy, some interaction based on pushing the sexual envelope a bit, some group stuff.

Uh, I'm in. What else you got? Where do we start. What, has she been reading my journals? Is this an intellectual approach to the age-old "fuck buddy"? I always hated that term but always wanted to have one. My proclivity was always sex=love=relationship and not always in that order. More recently it has been sex=touching god=humanity's oneness with all. More realistically, it could be equated as sex=fun=self-renewal=discovery. More than likely it is something a kin to how much exposure can one's sexual psyche take without exploding in a blissful quagmire of ecstatic NOW. Or as my friend Lars likes to say, sex=ok, I'll be Carlos the Pool Boy and you be the rich dowager.

What I'm trying to say, before I continually interrupt myself, is that this woman hit the nail on the head. I wrote the song "Why Waste Time" years ago and my, how it applies now.

On the one side is fear, on the other side love
and you stand alone in between
and in a shimmering orbit we fly
in a shimmering orbit we fly.

One day we're low and the next we're above
In the middle: the world that we've seen
And in a shivering moment we die
in a shivering moment we die.

so why waste time, why waste time
so why waste time, why waste time

On one side is weakness, on the other side strength
And everything else is a dream
And it's a glimmering tear that we cry
It's a glimmering tear that we cry.

So why waste time, why waste time
Why waste time, why waste time

One side says "No" and the other says "Go"
Chances blow by on the wind
Just a quivering instant gone by
A quivering instant gone by.

So why waste time, why waste time
Why waste time, why waste time*

Mary picked me out of the proverbial line-up and saw "spiritual, sexual, kama sutra, music boy" in the town where she had found little connection at a time when she was re-evaluating celibacy as a part of her spiritual practice and I walk into the door with a Tantric manual tied to my throbbing manhood like a talisman of silly import. Welcome to the high country where the altitude strafes your endurance and the rednecks push your buttons with their elbows so as not to dirty their hands with your fevers. So we are rebels here without applause (unless you call the sound of a paddle slapping a fresh pink ass applause)

As I was trying to say, it is time to allow my sexual proclivities some breathing room; to unbutton their straight-jacket but leave the cuffs on. All good.

I'm looking forward into some role switching with Mary, allowing her aggressor tendencies to slap around my passive side and in exchange give her a bit of her own medicine. I'd love to blindfold her, tie her to a chair and have her listen to Randi and I make love, getting up to tighten the nipple clips on her magnificent breasts, to slide my damp cock across her lips while Randi brushes Mary's face with her flowing hair. This of course would lead to both of them slicking up my hard rod simultaneously before I flip Randi over and slide into her while Mary greases up my anxious ass and enters me with a slippery strap-on, her breasts dangling precariously over my back...for starters...