Monthly Archives: October 2013

Mating Dance

That dance you did
As your pants slid
Tightly down your hips
Won’t skip a beat
I gave a tweet
Through my upturned lips

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Posted by on October 31, 2013 in poetry


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Yesterday I think I came to the realization of why I haven’t been able to write. It isn’t that I don’t have anything to talk about, I have so much to tell you. The problem is I have lost my muse.

I don’t know where other people get their inspiration, but for me it comes from others. My words cannot spring forth without an interaction. YOU are my genesis. Or the beginning of my words anyways. Each of you, individually. Most times I have specific words to share with specific people. You inspire me and the words just come. Some people think I am wise, that I always have the right thing to say or a perspective that is full of value, but I’m really just a mirror. I hear what you say, see what you do and then give that back to you.

The problem with mirrors is that they can never see themselves. Show a mirror to themselves and all they see is infinity, which sadly also looks a lot like emptiness. To stop that feeling of emptiness they always have to see someone or something else. There has to be something to block that endless view. There has to be something to focus on.

Where does the muse come in? The muse is the person that holds the mirror. They hold the power. They can show me the world as well as showing me YOU. Sometimes, maybe often times, they turn the mirror around so that I can see them. That’s when the words really start flowing. Without a muse though, the mirror is just hanging on a wall, waiting for someone to walk by and stand in front of it. Waiting for someone to block the view.

Recently I’ve not let the muse take me down from the wall. And she has stayed away. I’ve seen nothing but glimpses of each of you and a whole lot of the emptiness that is myself. Yesterday I realized that I was just hanging on the wall and I wondered where she had gone. Why she had gone. But last night as I slept, she picked me up……..


Posted by on October 30, 2013 in Commentary


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Spider Webs

Our heart is a spider’s web
Spanning the distance
The gap between the surfaces
That keep us standing.

Trapped in our web
Are things that sustain
Or bits of leaf or twig –
Those that tease

Sometimes the web falls
Cast into the wind
So we climb those surfaces
And begin again


Posted by on October 28, 2013 in poetry


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The View from Up Here



Posted by on October 26, 2013 in Uncategorized


Morning Light & Fall’s Delight



Posted by on October 25, 2013 in Uncategorized


Sexual Bucket List

Okay, so I totally skipped updating you in September, but there was nothing to report (until the end), so I’m giving you a Mid-October update. As always, if you think I should add something to the list, please let me know. I’m always curious and often willing to try new things. Crossed off items for this update are bold and italicized.

1. Masturbate in a public place (bathrooms don’t count)
1a. Masturbate in a park
1b. Masturbate in a restaurant/bar
1c. Masturbate in a movie theater
1d. Masturbate in a public pool/hot tub (not to include finishing)
1e. Masturbate on a beach
1f. Masturbate on a staircase/stairwell
1g. Masturbate in an elevator
2. Sex in a public place
2a. Sex in a park (Bathrooms don’t count)
2b. Sex in a restaurant/bar (Bathrooms do count)
2c. Sex in a movie theater (Bathrooms don’t count)
2d. Sex in a public pool/hot tub (Bathrooms don’t count unless it is in the shower, does not include finishing)
2e. Sex on a beach
2f. Sex on a staircase/stairwell
2g. Sex in an elevator
3. Masturbate at work (bathrooms don’t count)
4. Sex at work (bathrooms do count)
5. Masturbate in a moving vehicle
5a. While driving
5b. As a passenger
5c. While more than one passenger is present
6. Sex in a vehicle
6a. Parked vehicle
6b. Vehicle in motion (NOT while driving… that’s just not safe!)
7. Perform or receive a sex act on an airplane
8. Masturbate on public transit
9. Sex on public transit
9a. Oral Sex
9b. Penetration
10. Sex on a roof top
11. Sex on a balcony or raised deck
12. Sex in front of a window (visibly during the day)
13. Disturbingly loud sex in a hotel/motel (Not sex that sounds like a slaughter but REALLY LOUD sex)
14. Sex on a staircase (in a non-public place)
15. Fondle and/or be fondled in an elevator with other riders present
16. Fondle and/or be fondled in a glass elevator
17. Masturbate in front of a campfire
18. Sex in front of a campfire
19. Masturbate in the snow
20. Sex in the snow
21. Masturbate in a river
22. Sex in a river
23. Masturbate in the ocean
24. Sex in the ocean
25. Wear a cock ring for an 8-hour period outside the home
26. Wear a butt plug for an 8-hour period outside the home
27. Receive a sex act while being tied down
28. Perform a sex act on someone that is tied down
29. Receive a sex act while blindfolded
30. Perform a sex act on someone that is blindfolded
31. Oral Ice play
32. Oral Heat play
33. Be the cock behind the wall of a “glory hole”
34. Watch a woman masturbate and orgasm in person (Updated)
35. Watch a man masturbate and orgasm in person
36. Watch a pair of women make love in person
37. Watch a pair of men make love in person
38. Have a MFF threesome
39. Have a MMF threesome
40. Watch another couple have sex in person
41. Swap partners with another couple
42. Have a foursome with another couple
43. Have sex with a blonde bombshell (bombshell used loosely for effect)
44. Have sex with a raven-haired beauty
45. Have sex with a brunette
46. Have sex with a ginger
47. Have sex with a bald/buzzed chick (that’s a type, right?)
48. Have sex with a woman with hairy armpits (not stubble, purposely hairy)
49. Have sex with a Caucasian woman
50. Have sex with a Caucasian foreign woman
51. Have sex with a woman of African descent (not limited to African-American) (Updated)
52. Have sex with a Latino woman
53. Have sex with a East-Indian woman (or roughly thereabouts)
54. Have sex with a Native American woman
55. Have sex with an Asian woman
56. Be the boy-toy of a CFNM combination of at least 2 women (Clothed Female, Nude Male)
57. Participate in an orgy
58. Live like a sultan with a harem of women for an evening
59. Masturbated or receive oral while having a dildo used on me (Updated)
60. Be “pegged” by a woman (while this is checked off, I’d like to revisit it)
60a. Pegged and masturbated to orgasm
60b. Pegged and oral (presumably from a second woman, I’m not quite that long)
60c. Pegged and sex with a second woman
61. Use a double-ended dildo with a woman
62. Sex with another man
62a. Give oral to another man
62b. Receive oral from another man
62c. Penetrate another man
62d. Be penetrated by another man
63. Sex in the shower
64. Sex with a tall woman, approx. 6ft tall (platforms and heels don’t count, legitimately tall)
65. Sex with a petite woman (aka a “spinner”)
66. Sex with a “barely legal” woman
67. Sex with a woman approx. 20 years my senior
68. Administer a proper spanking
69. Receive a proper spanking
70. Anal sex with a woman
71. Cum on a woman’s ass
72. Cum on a woman’s tits
73. Cum in a woman’s mouth, with her swallowing
74. Taste/eat my own “cream pie”
75. Taste/eat another man’s “cream pie”
76. Bring a woman to a squirting orgasm (Updated, we had to change the sheets)
77. Have a woman squirt on me
78. Golden showers? (I haven’t ever decided how I feel about this, so better put it on the list)
79. Sex with an alien from outer space (I’ve seen too many science-fiction movies with sexy aliens on them)


Posted by on October 23, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Letting Your Lover Loose

(Before you read, know that I don’t use the word “lover” in any derogatory manner, to me it signifies a person that makes love, as opposed to someone that just has sex. But that’s another post entirely)

This idea might be a bit outside the box for some, but if you’d stick with me to the end I think you might understand what I am saying. I love analogy and metaphor and so I am going to ladle those into your bowl as I go, but before we get too far into talking about lovers, let’s first talk about dogs. No this isn’t a post on beastiality, this is the analogy I was talking about.

Duke is a dog of an unknown breed that lives on my street. Perhaps he is doberman pincher, or rottweiler, or some other dog of similar coloring, but his breed really isn’t important. From time to time he steps out of his yard and blazes through the neighborhood like a four-legged streak of lightning. The thing about Duke though, is that he knows he is a dog.

My dog on the other hand, thinks she is a people. She wears sweaters, sleeps under the covers and gives hugs (and kisses). She doesn’t eat at the table though, that just doesn’t seem sanitary. My dog’s problem, that she is blissfully unaware of, is that she forgot how to be a dog. When she was a puppy, I spoke her language and taught her the rules. I played alpha dog so that she knew I was in charge, but also treated her like one of the pack (family), so that she knew she would be fed and given shelter and care and love, and anything else a people, erm DOG, could ever need.

We got comfortable, my dog and I. Like clock-work, my alarm goes off (I realize that’s what clocks do, but I’m talking about the dog), and she jumps on to the bed and dives under the blankets, knowing that I won’t kick her out as I try to steal a few more minutes from the night. She snuggles up against me and takes full advantage of my warmth and that cozy spot I will leave when I finally do climb out of bed.

She’s also a real snob when it comes to other dogs. She rarely plays with them, never sniffs their butt (the equivalent of introducing yourself), and I think she just assumes she is better than them, after all, she is a people. On the other end of the spectrum is Duke. I don’t think he knows what it’s like to be a people, though he is just as friendly with us two-leggers. You see him run through your yard and you can see the happiness in his stride. He is smelling all the world has to offer, butts included, until his owners come looking for him or he gets tired and hungry and returns to his home.

That’s another thing about dogs that know that they have a home, they always return to it. Sometimes the world gets the best of them, and that always makes me sad, but other times, they get the best of the world and when you see that happiness in a dog, you can’t help but smile.

Okay, analogy over (not really, but you want me to get to the point), it’s time to talk about lovers. Most lovers don’t know that they are lovers, they think that they are husbands or wives or girlfriends or boyfriends or what-have-you. They have forgotten that they are lovers and instead follow the roles that they have assumed over time. Don’t misunderstand me, these roles can be very rewarding. I’m sure my dog loves being a people just as much as I enjoy her being a people. I strongly believe that, dogs or people, we SHOULD be taking care of our pack – providing them with food, shelter, warm bodies to cuddle up to and someone to lick their wounds. All of these things are good and lead to a full life.

Sometimes though, a dog in our pack forgets that they are a dog and we chase them away with snarls and biting. They aren’t providing for the pack any longer and that just isn’t going to work for the rest of us. Is it their fault though, that they have forgotten that they were more than just part of the pack? That we never let them run or hunt, as we were always the ones to provide?

How about our would-be lovers? Are we chasing them away with snarls and biting (not the good kind of biting) because they forgot how to be dogs, erm LOVERS? (Sorry, now I’M getting lost in all this analogy, analogizing, analogisms?) They aren’t being lovers to us and yet we put the blame on them. I’m not really saying that it is our fault, after all, what is wrong with providing someone with food, shelter, love and empathy or compassion? That certainly isn’t their fault, that we wanted to give them those things and made them comfortable.

What if we let our would-be lovers loose so that they could run and hunt? Allowed them the chance to remind themselves that they are lovers; that they are women and men of desire and sexual appeal? Now before you get too far into thinking that I am suggesting infidelity, cheating, adultery, etc. let’s play with more analogy. Yay, analogy!

Some dogs run when they get out of their yard or house. They are supposed to stay within the boundaries, and yet they don’t. Some dogs run and never come back, for whatever the reason. Some dogs are taken to dog parks and allowed by their people to run around and socialize with other dogs in a safe environment. When it’s time to go home, people and dogs go home together. Other dogs are taken to the beach or forest or wherever is wild and free, and they are allowed to run around and explore and play and do whatever it is that dogs were made to do. Some dogs, like my dog, are just happy (I assume) being a people. They blissfully just assuming their role.

It is always scary to have your dog run free, whether it is intentional on your part or because there was a hole in the fence that needed repairing. The world is a big scary place and anything could happen. They might not come back. But they also might return to the pack stronger and happier with the full knowledge that they are dog.

Letting your lover loose could be as simple as letting them socialize; let them introduce themselves to other people… maybe don’t do any butt sniffing right out the gate, that could be a bit awkward. It’s not all about sex, which is what you’re probably thinking about. Mostly it is about letting your wife or husband remember that they are a woman, a man, a lover. Sometimes socializing is enough, they can run around in that safe environment and happily go home at the end of the day. Sometimes though, they need to run on the beach and through the woods and really be a lover.

If we’ve done our job as a part of the pack, they will remember where their home is and they will come home, just like Duke. I would recommend that Duke not run in the street, though. It’s very dangerous. And if you have holes in the fence because you haven’t been maintaining things like you should, then that’s really just your fault.


Posted by on October 21, 2013 in Commentary


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