Weekend at Sensitive
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Posted:Aug 26, 2009 4:28 pm
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On Friday night, August 14, I picked Ms. Lawless up at the airport at about 1030 pm. On the way up to the airport, I got a ticket for nearly running over a state trooper who was directing traffic. I'm thinking about fighting it … I was cited for “disregarding a traffic officer.” I did not disregard him, I simply did not see him until I was nearly past him. It was very dark, and I had no frame of reference to tell me that I was supposed to stop at an intersection with a broken traffic light that I could not see. Any thoughts, readers? Can I/Should I fight City Hall?
As I was getting ready to leave to pick up Ms. Lawless at the airport, I decided to surprise her with Kalua and Milk for the 90 minute ride back to Bedford. I knew that in the past she had trouble relaxing when we get together. The Kalua and Milk worked. By Sunday night she was nearly convinced that Kalua and Milk might just be the new elixir of the gods.
She seemed so much more relaxed this week than she was at times on our vacation to Denver or in the past visits. Immediately after returning to Bedford from my vacation, there was a noticeable change in her text and phone conversations with me; less guarded, more willing to accept my love without suspicion or fear. The change in her texts was so noticeable to me that I initialy wondered whether she was trying to teach me a lesson about what it was like to be pursued so vigorously (as I had been doing with her). Our weekend together from August 14th to August 17th removed any doubts I had about whether her increased affection was genuine. The intensity of our connection picked up right where we left off that last Sunday of our vacation and ramped up another octave by the time we said goodbye on Monday.
In the twelve days between our visits, Ms. Lawless told me that I had gotten good reviews from her friends, especially Pa and G. Once again proving she is a very smart lady, this time she used her great network of friends as sounding boards to see if they thought I was good for her. If there’s any advice I can give anyone out there who is wanting to know if a relationship is right for them, asking good friends what they think is one of the best ways to go about it. In general, I think women see the value in this more than men do, but I have also been using my brother as a sounding board as I have entered this relationship with Ms. Lawless.
We talked about doing a lot of things on Saturday ‒ laundry, shoe shopping, visiting a swing club near Indianapolis, going to a movie, going to the Kinsey Institute at Indiana University, catching an on-demand movie, etc. I had talked to several of my co-workers about getting together for dinner that Saturday night, but those plans had fallen through. What we did instead was spend a lot of time with just us and as few distractions as possible. We talked, listened, learned, laughed and loved. It was a fantastic day!
About noon on Saturday, I was trying my hand at a low-glycemic index cheesecake recipe from this great book ,“The Low GI Diet Revolution” that I had bought after reading some of Ms. Lawless' copy while in Denver. While I was doing this, Ms. Lawless was upstairs relaxing and reading her book. As an aside, this lady doesn’t just read books ‒ she devours them. I’m lucky to get through half a page in the time she’s finished reading the whole page! Anyway, I had just finished step two of the recipe when Ms. Lawless came downstairs in the nude and started kissing on me. I took just enough time to put the cheesecake mix in the fridge before going upstairs to make love to her again.
I told her at some point during the day that we’d had sex so many times that I had already lost count. She teased me that it had been three times that day (once the night before), and that I needed to right it down in my spreadsheet, before I forgot again. I am a lot older than her, after all! 
Saturday night, we did actually leave the house. Ms. Lawless needed new work shoes, and we wanted to get some dinner. At JC Penney’s, she marveled at the low prices; she got two pairs of work shoes for around $60. The cost of living is very low in Bedford, Indiana!
After Penney’s, I took her to Casa Brava, a great Mexican restaurant, especially so considering we are talking Bedford, here. While we ate, she explained the difference between the authentic Mexican cuisine of Isla Mujeres, and what we were having at Casa Brava. I am very much looking forward to going to Isla and sharing a week with her around New Year’s. She seemed very impressed with the restaurant, and she also told me a great story about a hot sexual experience with a Mexican cab driver she knows at Isla.
She told me that she thought he was going to be disappointed that she has a new boyfriend. I told her that she should explain to him that the great thing about this new boyfriend has no problems sharing, especially if he gets to watch! 
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Alive Again
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Posted:Aug 25, 2009 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2009 8:55 pm
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Yesterday I would not have believed
That tomorrow the sun would shine
Then one day you came into my life
I am alive again. I am alive again!
On Sunday, August 2nd, Ms. Lawless and I were awoken in our Mon Chalet suite at 7am by “the alarm from hell.” Somewhere my stupid watch was beeping, waking us for about the fourth time that week, because I never could quite figure out how to turn off the alarm! I can’t remember that morning whether I found it or if it stopped beeping on its own, but eventually I grabbed a handful of mixed nuts from a plate and came back to bed. As I laid there chewing the nuts, the noise bothered Ms. Lawless enough for her to get up and go into the other bedroom to sleep. I immediately regretted being so inconsiderate ‒ why didn’t I just leave the nuts on the tray and come back to bed?
A short while later, I tried to redeem myself by making coffee for both of us. The trouble was that there was no coffee in the room (probably a housekeeping oversight). I asked Ms. Lawless about this, and she suggested that I go get some at the gas station next to the hotel. I did just that.
After we packed up our stuff and checked out of the hotel, we met G for breakfast at Lupitas. We started making plans for Ms. Lawless’ birthday, coming up in September. I kind of like the idea of using J’s duct tape to tape her to the bed, then smearing cake all over her private parts, nipples, belly button, the crack of her ass, lips, toes and fingers, then having her friends help me lick it all off.
Anybody had any experience with having ice cream licked off their bodies? Too cold, or hella fun? I’m thinking that Ms. Lawless’ nipples would get perky really quick with some double fudge ice cream on it….
However it happens, we are going to have great fun! I still hear amazing stories about her last birthday party, so I am really looking forward to this year. Just yesterday I made my flight reservations, to spend the weekend with her - arriving Thursday night and leaving on Sunday afternoon.
Since Sunday, August 1st, was my last day of vacation with Ms. Lawless, she decided to take me to Red Rocks, so that I would be able to mention at least one thing I did while on vacation in polite company . She also took my picture (my new profile pic on here). If the software consulting thing doesn’t work out, I think she can fall back on photographer (though she’d make more money as sex goddess to the stars ).
After we got back to her home from Red Rocks, I packed up my suitcase and printed my boarding pass. One thing that I am finding out about my sexuality is that, the more sex I get, the more I want, and that afternoon before we had to leave for the airport at 4:15, my beautiful GF made love to me once again.
This time she let me eat her pussy while sitting on my face, without a doubt my favorite position for cunnilingus of all. I could tell she was very excited by how moist she was, and we switched quickly out of that position into penetration in the missionary position. Our lovemaking was very passionate! Just when I think that we cannot possibly get better together in the bedroom, we seem to find a way to, and this last session before she took me to the airport was no different. Her heat, her touch, her eyes, her smell, and her sweet talk had me on fire! She was also responding to my energy, squirting as I fingered her with as much force as I ever dared, curling my fingers upward to hit her G-spot, soaking my upper body with her love juices, as I spoke to her of love and sexy fantasies that I wanted to share with her.
As she drove me to the airport, I consoled myself with the knowledge that we would only be apart for another twelve days until she visited me again in Bedford. When I mentioned this to her, she seemed to take comfort from this news, too. Our time together is so passionate, and it always seems to me that we cram a lot of living, loving, learning, and communicating into our time together. I honestly can’t remember a time when I’ve felt more alive than I do when I’m with her. In that respect, our nine days together was no different than the other, briefer, times we have shared.
All the empty yesterdays have disappeared
Now that you have filled my life with love
No one else could ever mean so much to me
Every day my high lasts longer
As our love grows ever stronger
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Party at The Mon!
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Posted:Aug 24, 2009 8:09 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2009 7:52 pm
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Saturday August 1st was my big “coming out party.” We started the day off right, with Ms. Lawless (aka, the National Fun League MVP ) giving me my final “workout.” She commented that she didn’t want me too tired for my big day, but I assured her that all she was doing by sexing me up that morning was priming my pump. No doubt that was the truth!
Afterward, Ms. Lawless got dressed and paid bills while I fixed us breakfast and coffee. She got quite a shock when she checked one of her credit cards to find that someone had made over $5,000 in charges during the last couple of weeks. She had a strong suspicion that it was her ex-boyfriend. We talked about it what might be going on in his mind as she decided on a course of action. I briefly mentioned that he might have gotten a handy-man job, but had no means of buying what his customer needed without resorting to fraudulently using her card. Mainly though, I told her how sorry I was that this had happened to her. I’m finally starting to learn that, a good friend offers sympathy in abundance and advice sparingly.
Fortunately for her, she had removed the ex-boyfriend as an authorized user of the card back in May, when he charged $1,200 that he still to this day has no intention of paying back to her. Grrrr! This time, she went the extra step of cancelling the credit card and had the company issue her a new one, then reported the fraud to the company. After her credit card company assured her that she wasn’t liable for the charges, I couldn’t resist saying that the morning had certainly started out with a bang. It was telling how shook up she was that she didn’t even crack a smile at my joke.
I accompanied Ms. Lawless to the dentist, and then we went shopping for supplies for our trip to The Mon that night. Ms. Lawless was struggling to put the shock of the credit card fraud behind her, and I hoped that she could, so she could enjoy our special evening together. Once I had seen all of the stuff we were packing (food, drinks, music, toys), it dawned on me that this was going to be a marathon event rather than a sprint. My previous three times at The Mon were just a few hours each, but we were going to get there close to 5pm and we were going to be there through breakfast the next morning. That thought actually put me in a better mindset to relax, take my time, and really enjoy the evening.
Soon we were at the Mon and meeting G. The man definitely did not disappoint. We stripped down to nothing and joined him in his hot tub while Ms. Lawless introduced us. Ms. Lawless sat between G (on her left) and me. I listened a lot while Ms. Lawless and G talked about many things that had happened since they had been together last (two months ago, at the end of May). While they were catching up, Ms. Lawless’ continued to talk with G, maintaining eye contact with him while her left hand roamed across his body and her right roamed across mine. She smiled, laughed, and was as charming and flirtatious and as irresistibly sexy as I had ever seen her, living out the fantasy of having both of us together. In that moment, I fought the overwhelming urge to pull her out of the hot tub onto the bed and fuck her (it’s a marathon, not a sprint. It’s a marathon, not a sprint …. My patience was rewarded, as G told us a great story about fucking his way across Kansas. Hot!
Later, we joined more of our friends in the pool. T squealing Ms. Lawless’ name like an excited little girl over and over again had us all in stitches. Then T, G, and I took turns spoiling Ms. Lawless. One of the top highlights for me was being in the pool holding Ms. Lawless’ ass in the air, just above water level, while licking her pussy. She got so turned on that she squirted some while I was licking her ‒ very hot! While I was eating her in the pool, T sucked on one nipple and G alternated between sucking on the other nipple and giving her sexy, soulful kisses. T also ate her pussy, and Ms. Lawless expressed that she was very turned on to be eaten by a woman, and one who was so good at eating pussy.
Ms. Lawless hasn’t really let go of a big squirting orgasm yet while I am licking her, but I cannot wait until I get her squirting while I am eating her pussy. During our nine days together, I noticed that Ms. Lawless is getting more turned on by my cunnilingus now that she was in our earlier times together. When we first met, it seemed that my licks were gentler than she liked ‒ she would often ask for me to apply more pressure with my tongue and mouth. Now, she seems to respond very strongly to my gentle licks as well as the harder ones I use that she has taught me she likes, as well. It is very exciting to me to see her respond in this way, because as you might guess, I love cunnilingus ‒ the thrill of pleasuring a woman in that way is at the top of my list of sexual favorites. Varying the pressure and specific location of the cunnilingus, even surprising her with the changes, usually elicits a startle of pleasure that sends powerful sexual energy through both of us. Wow, what a great feeling!
Later, I played with Tr in the pool and on the bed in the pool area. I got her to sit on my face, my favorite way to perform cunnilingus, and I had a brief ménage-a-trois with Tr sitting on my face at the same time that Ms. Lawless sucked my cock. I had to really work at not cumming while Tr and Ms. Lawless were stimulating me like that.
Additionally, Ja and R provided me with a great “porno-movie” fantasy moment. After spending a little time back in our room, Ms. Lawless and I donned towels to walk over to B&K’s room, where we could see that a group of people were playing. I walked in and after watching people having sex on the bed for a few minutes, I made my way back to the hot tub, where Ja and R were nude, playing with each other ‒ Ja sucking on R’s left nipple. Once I came into the room, Ja said to R, “Ooh, it’s Mr. Sensitive! Mr. Sensitive has a nice cock!” R enthusiastically agreed.
Since they were being so sweet to me, I took off my towel and joined them in the hot tub. I said “I think I’d like to get to know you two ladies better!” Ja had just started sucking on my cock when her husband walked in. She stopped for a second to say to him, “I’m sucking on Mr. Sensitive’s cock. Is that okay, dear?” Her husband, in true swinger fashion, told her to “go for it”! God, I love these people!
Ja and R, sorry I didn’t get to play with you that night. I was definitely interested in doing so - I just ran out of energy. As Ms. Lawless reminds me often, I’m a REALLY old man ‒ no way can I keep up with a young hottie like her! I’m not sure how I got so lucky … in my case she appears to have decided to waive two of her three criteria when applying her motto of “young, fit, and hung”. Maybe I’m getting a six month special exemption, or something.
I had a great time being with Ms. Lawless, K, T, Tr and W that night, easily a record for me, as my previous record was three (Ms. Lawless, K, and WG the previous Saturday night). Thanks so much for a wonderful night ladies. I definitely will remember it for a long time!
Once I made it back to the bed in the front of B&K’s room, I played with K. She gave me an expert blow job and I returned the favor, then we had sex doggie style and woman on top (facing me). Later, I watched Ms. Lawless play with Kt’s amazing nipples, and I joined her, with Ms. Lawless sucking on the right one while I sucked on the left. Later, I ate Kt’s pussy. I think Ms. Lawless had walked out to take a smoke break at that point. I was a little nervous with Kt, and I probably needed some lube to get fully erect for penetration. Without any lube handy (note to self … keep lube handy!), I had to eventually tell Kt that we would have to wait for another time. She was very sweet about it, which helped me feel more at ease.
I eventually made my way back to mine and Ms. Lawless’ room and was treated to viewing a threesome. W had finally coaxed her shy but very handsome 21-year-old man into joining the party, and he was having sex doggie style with Ja while Ja had her face buried in W’s pussy. All warmed up, W invited me to join her on the bed, where she climbed on top of me and fucked me. I didn’t know she was a squirter like Ms. Lawless until she mentioned that she had squirted some to a friend. All I know was it was VERY difficult to keep from cumming while W was fucking me. Very HOT!
Later I caught up with Ms. Lawless and G in G’s room. Finally, like how we started, it was just the three of us. G and I spoiled Ms. Lawless until she was completely worn out. I made love to her very forcefully while G kissed her and played with her breasts. The intensity of the sexual stimulation, holding back on my orgasm while having sex with four other women all evening long, only heightened my passion for Ms. Lawless at the end of the evening.
G and I played with her some more, and I fucked her with as much intensity as I ever have. Ms. Lawless would tell us between moans of pleasure how great I felt inside her, and she begged me to cum. I told her that I was ready to cum, and I kept up the intensity until I emptied my passion to exhaustion. Then, G and I played with Ms. Lawless with our fingers and tongue until she came and squirted one last time. As we all three lay there basking in the glow of great fun and love and friendship, she remarked that she didn’t realize that she had another orgasm in her, but somehow we found a way to tease yet another one out of her. G and I both laughed at that, and when she said it, I briefly gave into the urge to see if she had yet another one left. I started kissing her and playing with her yet again. She squawked in surprise and pushed me away (calling me a “very bad man”, smiling and giggling and begging me to leave her alone, that she really was done this time. Eventually, I relented, and we all collapsed in a heap on G’s bed.
We eventually said goodnight to G and went back to our own room. Before we left, we did make plans with G to go to Lupita’s for breakfast. Back in our own room, Ms. Lawless and I talked about how the night went, and Ms. Lawless asked me who I played with and whether I enjoyed it. I told her all about my night, and how cool it was that I was able to play with so many women without cumming, and the women didn’t worry about the fact that I didn’t come. I told her that swinger women rock! I asked her about her night, and received a surprise.
Ms. Lawless said that I was the only one she had penetration with that night. I wasn’t sure what to think of that. She quickly added that she was very content and had a wonderful time, so that reassured me somewhat. Still, I have been wondering what that was about ever since that night. I don’t consider it a big deal, because Ms. Lawless has played with other men in my presence (and while I am absent) before, and we both seem to be fine with it.
In my exhausted state, I didn’t ponder for long what it might have meant that Ms. Lawless decided not to have intercourse with two of her favorite men while swinging as a couple with me. I threw those worries aside, fell asleep quickly, and slept well. Between the morning lovemaking with Ms. Lawless, the drama with the ex-boyfriend’s credit card fraud, and the fantastic party with Ms. Lawless and her great friends, I had had an amazing day! Thanks so much for everything you did for me, Ms. Lawless. You are truly an amazing woman, and the best girlfriend this man could ever hope for.
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Party Eve!
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Posted:Aug 23, 2009 3:11 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2009 10:02 pm
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On Friday, July 31st, Ms. Lawless and I made love in the morning, then met St and Pa for breakfast. They were preparing for a family vacation in northern Michigan and planning to leave later that day. It was wonderful of them to take time out of their busy schedule to meet with us. I could tell that Pa and Ms. Lawless have a great friendship. They also enjoyed catching up on the trends and news in their technical careers. I liked talking to St a little more about his swinging relationship with Pa and about his vacation, but I feel like we are just scratching the surface. We also talked about a foursome … of golf. At least, that’s what I think we were talking about ‒ though the other would be even more fun. And Ms. Lawless humored us that she might just try it sometime (the golf).
At one point, Ms. Lawless told Pa and St about my troubles keeping a straight face when I try to be all big and bad and tell her “I own you, bitch!” I couldn’t help but crack up at the thought of it, even over breakfast. Pa looked at me very seriously and told me to “Suck it up!” She reminded me that it’s role play, that I don’t really own her (now the women owning the men on the other hand … ). So she said to me that I need to get into character and enjoy it, for my benefit, as well as Ms. Lawless’. I’m going to try my best, Pa!
After we returned home from breakfast, Da came over in the afternoon to pick up boxes for a move. I couldn’t help but wonder if Da was hoping for a little more action than just boxes and conversation when he stopped by ‒ I guess there’s always a possibility when you are meeting with BBW Tonight’ers, right? If so, he left disappointed, but he sure was a lot of fun to talk to.
I didn’t realize how tired I was until I crawled up on Ms. Lawless’ bed and took a nap after Da left. Later, I went for a 7+ mile run and saw a large number of prairie dogs on the trail, an animal that I never see at all back in Bedford. When I got back to Ms. Lawless’ house, B was already there. One thing that I believe tells you just how much Ms. Lawless is loved by her friends is how they tend to show up early to meet her. B was there about 45 minutes before the scheduled time!
B is a professional painter and is currently helping Ms. Lawless get a lot of work done to get her house back in shape. There is a list on Ms. Lawless’ refrigerator with the title “B’s To Do List”. Earlier in the week, I had gotten a pen to write in “Ms. Lawless” on B’s to do list, when I noticed that she was already on there ‒ right at the top (the stationery has her name on it already). I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw this, and I pointed it out to Ms. Lawless, who also enjoyed a laugh, as well.
I pointed out that Ms. Lawless was on the top of his To-Do list when I saw B that Friday. He playfully called me a smart-ass, and I reminded him to always remember that the most important task goes on the top of the list!
Later, P came over to share drinks, laughs and great conversation. She really is a sweet lady and just beginning to understand how sexy she is. B left early because he had to be at work before dawn, but P stayed, and we talked until well after dark. When P left, we went up to bed and got our rest, because tomorrow was the big day ‒ the party that Ms. Lawless had organized in my honor at Mon Chalet!
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Whipped Cream, Chocolate, and Love!
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Posted:Aug 22, 2009 10:44 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2009 2:32 pm
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Ms. Lawless and I met for the first time on March 17, 2009. She told me that I was her #1 boyfriend on April 17, 2009. I think I can make a case that Thursday, July 30th, 2009, was the day we became a couple.
That Thursday was a “quiet” day, at least from the standpoint that we didn’t have anything planned. Ms. Lawless was not happy that morning, and the location of all of the dishes in her kitchen, as well as her house needing a good cleaning, were really bothering her, so much so that she was throwing out a few “Good Lord’s!” as she looked at how kitchen utensils were arranged in one cabinet. I sheepishly tried to explain why I had arranged them the way I had, which didn’t help her mood any ‒ she didn’t want excuses for why the stuff wasn’t put up right … she just wanted the stuff put up right! She quipped that she was in such a bad mood at the moment that I should go for a workout at the 24 Hour Fitness Club a few blocks away, for my own safety.
I took her up on that suggestion, which really wasn’t so much a suggestion as a plea for me to give her some space. As I left the house I was feeling pretty raw. It just seemed like the nicer I tried to be to her, the more stress and anxiety I caused her. She had told me several times previously that this was how she worked - that she needed time to herself in order to be her best when she was with me. I know that with me around for so many days in a row, she wasn’t getting that time to herself as much as she needed, but I honestly couldn’t figure out how to give it to her. As I took off in her car for the fitness club, my thought was that I should probably look for an early flight home once I got back, so that Ms. Lawless could have time to re-charge for the last few days of her vacation.
When I got to the fitness club, I sat in the car for a few minutes, debating whether to blow off my workout and instead drive around to cool off. I was frustrated by my inability to give Ms. Lawless what she needed, and I was upset that a week that had started off so well had suddenly gone so wrong. In that frame of mind, I was concerned that I just might hurt myself in the weight room by trying to lift too much weight, as if that might solve the problem somehow.
I did go ahead with my workout. Being mindful of not overdoing things kept me from doing anything dumb. And workouts such as these always seem to give me great ideas for how to solve my problems, which is one big reason why I run and why I lift.
What was causing me the most angst at that particular point in time was the conversation about her concern over breaking my heart, which occurred at some point the previous evening. In response to her genuine tears and angst over this worry, I had decided to keep things light, telling her that she shouldn’t worry about breaking my heart, because she can’t as long as she is just true to herself. I really do have great confidence in her judgment and ability to communicate, which is why I believe that she’s not going to do anything to hurt me. But this statement really didn’t sit well with her ‒ she didn’t believe that she couldn’t break my heart, and since my statement sounded untrue to her, it made her suspicious of me.
After thinking about what I had told her the previous night, I realized that telling her that she couldn’t break my heart also could give the impression that I really must not love her very much after all. I couldn’t stand the thought of that! Since that was completely the wrong conclusion I wanted her to draw, I resolved to tell Ms. Lawless once I returned to the house EXACTLY how I felt about her.
Ms. Lawless has talked in her blogs about feeling like she was jumping off a cliff at times. As I tried to find the words to tell her, in no uncertain terms, just how much I loved her, I felt like I was jumping off of Mount McKinley. I was very concerned, based on everything she had told me about needing space, that I just might be leaving Denver that night and without a girlfriend.
So I told her. I started by saying that this just might be EXACTLY the wrong thing to say at this moment, but that since I said something that might have given her the wrong impression about me last night, that I was going to say it anyway to ensure she didn’t have the wrong impression. And then I paused to steady my breathing and give my faltering voice a chance to regain its strength. I also pushed down the lump in my throat and took a moment to be sure that the queasy feeling in my stomach wasn’t going to result in me throwing up right there on her office floor.
When I had successfully accomplished all of that, I was finally able to go on. I told her that I loved her enough, that I was sure enough about how great we are together, and how great she is for me, that I could very easily get down on my knee right then and there and ask her for her hand in marriage. I told her that I would have no problems signing any pre-nuptial agreement she required to protect herself, and that I could have my lawyer draw up papers for her to sign as well. I also told her that there were a lot of great reasons why I shouldn’t ask her for her hand in marriage now, like that she lives in Denver and I live in Bedford; that it’s too soon after my divorce for me to be thinking about such things; that if this love between us is real that it will still be there six months to a year from now; that I have two under the age of fifteen to take care of, and that she is looking forward to the freedom of not having any to care for very soon; and finally that marriage is way beyond the level of commitment she is looking for in a relationship ‒ certainly now, but maybe even for the rest of her life.
And so, I was able to tell her all of that, somehow, and she agreed that it was way too soon for either of us to be proposing marriage. She also caught me as I was falling from Mount McKinley, setting me down very gently, by telling me in no uncertain terms that we would definitely be continuing this relationship after this weekend, and if she had her way, a long time after that.
Apparently, my leap of faith turned out to be just the right thing to do, even though she told me right away that she didn’t jump to the wrong conclusion about my love for her. We were able to follow that confession up with a heartfelt, honest, and very productive conversation, touching on a lot of subjects, including how I was considering going home early before I left for the gym. We also talked at length about my , what we both thought would be my role in raising them going forward, and where I would do that from. She told me that in several past relationships she had been the pursuer, which had been very difficult and frustrating. In this relationship, she was learning that being pursued can be equally difficult and frustrating.
So just as we had in the past, we talked things out, really heard each other, solved what we could, identified what we still needed to work on, and finished with the feeling that no matter what problems we have, we can solve them as long as we work together. Later, I helped her hang pictures in her lovely home. That woman knows how to decorate a home to really make it a sanctuary, a skill I am hoping she will teach me, since I will be moving back into my home in just a few weeks.
By evening, I told her that I knew she was feeling all sexed out and that it was okay with me if we just chilled out for the evening. She had other plans, telling me she was definitely ready for some bonding. Wow, was she ever! Ms. Lawless dialed up a collection of songs by beautiful women on her computer. Then she gave me the reward she had promised me for meeting my goal for the Bedford 5K race. I got to tie her up using four neckties and lick whipped cream and chocolate off of her beautiful body. I even got to try my dominant side by using a riding crop (Twinkle!) I had bought for her in Phoenix. I think it’s safe to say that we both liked it. While female singers serenaded me with songs of life and love, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known made passionate love to my body and soul. My spirits soared!
We went to bed early that night, and just a couple of hours later, my erection had returned as hard as ever. Ms. Lawless must have been enjoying a great sex dream, because she was making sounds that I usually hear from her when she is turned on. I caressed her naked body and soon discovered that she was wet between her legs. I wasn’t completely sure whether she was asleep or not, so I decided at that point to wake her up for sure, with some of that hot middle of the night sex that she had introduced me to back in Tampa.
My lovemaking did wake her up, at least long enough for her to ask me to stop so she could go to the bathroom. Once I let her up, she made a move to get up off the bed, but she immediately fell back to sleep for the rest of the night! I guess you might say that she was kind of tired!
Ever since that night, at least from my perspective, things have gone from great to fantastic between us. Ms. Lawless seems to be very at ease with loving me. Although we’ve been boyfriend and girlfriend since mid-April, we reached a new level of understanding and closeness on July 30th.
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A Reason I Hadn't Thought of for Disappointing Cock Size
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Posted:Aug 21, 2009 10:08 pm
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I always assumed that the reason why a man's cock might not be as big as advertised when he meets a woman on here is because he was exaggerating. Turns out there COULD be a different explanation that I hadn't thought of before....
At the swing party at S&T’s on Wednesday, July 29th, J told us a joke that had us all in stitches. I think men will find it funny. Not so sure about women, though Ms. Lawless, T and WG all laughed at the party....
S was talking about men who claim to be 2 inches bigger on their BBW Tonight profiles than they really are, and he was imitating a woman complaining to the offending man about that fact. J said that that the man’s response to the complainer should be to tell her that “it’s 8 inches for everybody else. I can’t help it if it’s only 6 inches for you!”
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Swing Party and Ass Play
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Posted:Aug 20, 2009 9:18 pm
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On Wednesday, July 29th, Ms. Lawless and I made a visit to S&T’s house for an afternoon swing party. The original plan was to go swimming (clothing non-optional), as well, but the weather did not cooperate.
WG, J, and Sc, who I had met at the brunch the previous Saturday, were also there. Ms. Lawless was nursing a sore right knee, possibly from J’s sex contraption that she tried out on Tuesday. S doctored her knee, trying various wraps, giving her OTC meds, and an ice pack. She propped herself up on the couch, relaxed, and shared stories and laughs with S for most of the afternoon.
After a while, I heard T moaning loudly in one of the upstairs rooms. The voyeur in me just couldn’t resist seeing what this was about, so I went to investigate. I was immediately rewarded with the view of a naked Sc and T on one of the beds, with T’s mouth swallowing Sc’s cock while Sc had his thumb buried in T’s pussy. Sc was rubbing and patting T’s clit with several fingers, and this action would occasionally cause T to come up for air to let loose one of her loud sexy moans. After catching her breath, she plunged her mouth back down on Sc’s cock again. Very nice! I see why Ms. Lawless is looking forward to playing with Sc. Young, fit, and hung, indeed!
S fixed all of us another delicious afternoon meal while we were there. J and I had a great time once again playing with WG. This time she wore me out and J got to be my relief pitcher. Then I got my second wind, and we went back at it again. While Ms. Lawless remained downstairs chatting with S, something extra special happened during my threesome with WG and J.
Later, while Ms. Lawless was outside playing with J’s cock and smoking a cigarette with WG (multi-tasking at it’s finest ), I told Ms. Lawless about the special event that she had missed. She proceeded to give all three of us a ration of shit for not including her in the moment. WG was so happy to have witnessed the event that she didn’t care at all about getting a ration of shit. Instead, she sported a “too bad for you, girlfriend!” ear-to-ear grin. Not wanting Ms. Lawless to feel left out, I decided to re-create that moment (more or less) for her on S & T’s porch.
Yeah, that’s why I did it, just so Ms. Lawless wouldn’t feel left out. No other reason. LOL!
I think it turned her on just a little. Me too!
Earlier in the week, Ms. Lawless had declared that the project plan to turn me into a swinger was a resounding success, and that my need for her consulting services in that area were at an end. I told her that maybe her next project would be to get me ready for being able to take her strap-on dildo. That night was my first test, and she said that I passed like a champion. Considering it was a first time for me, other than her using her finger briefly once in Tampa, I was amazed when she showed me how far she was able to stick her dildo toy up my ass.
Unfortunately, the downside of trying this was that I had some bleeding off and on for about a week. It’s possible that I may have some internal hemorrhoids that will limit us from playing much in this area. But for sure we are going to try it at least once (maybe Labor Day weekend when she visits me in Indiana or her birthday weekend when I visit Denver. She gave me a taste of what it will be like for her to be on top of me and thrusting her hips while she plows into me this past weekend. I was VERY turned on by that!
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The House
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Posted:Aug 19, 2009 10:12 pm
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I hope to eventually go back and finish my blogs about my wonderful vacation with Ms. Lawless in Denver from July 24th to August 2nd. I have quite a bit written about the events from Wednesday, July 29th until I left, but as I look back on that stuff now, it just doesn’t feel like the time to blog about it considering the more recent significant events going on in my life.
So what’s happening now?
One of the biggest things going on is that my ex and the moved out of my house over the weekend. For those of you who don’t know, my ex decided to give me the house back in the divorce. I still have my apartment for at least another month, so I’m going to get one major problem with it fixed prior to moving back. Next week, I will have the sewer pipes replaced. The current pipes are very old and are constantly getting clogged by tree roots. Getting at the sewer pipes will require tearing up the driveway, so while the contractor is fixing that, I will have him repair the driveway and improve the front patio design, since the current one is rapidly starting to fall apart.
Once that and some other work gets done (probably the weekend after Labor Day), I plan to move back into the house. Hopefully, my landlord will let me terminate the lease early so that I won’t have to pay for October.
I stopped by my house yesterday for the first time since my ex moved out. In just 15 minutes there (fixing the upstairs toilet so it wasn’t running constantly), I was pounced on by at least 10 fleas, so tonight I bought enough flea bombs for every room in the house. Countdown to Flea Armageddon has begun - we are currently at T-minus 18 hours and counting.
The ex did leave me the washer and dryer, the lawn mower, the microwave, the refrigerator, and our old stove, so I made out pretty well considering I told her that I considered everything left in the house except for a few mementos that were obviously mine (pictures of my family members, old trophies and plaques with my name on it, things like that) I considered to be her property should she decide to take it. The oven and one burner in the stove do not work, so I plan on buying a new one in the next couple of days.
Unfortunately for me, my ex didn’t take a few things I wished she would have.
First, she left two fish tanks full of the ’s pet fish. Fortunately, I talked her in to taking these back, since the are with her the majority of the time. The fish were gone when I went by today, and supposedly the fish tanks will be gone tomorrow, hopefully before Flea Armageddon, but if not I have promised to cover up the tanks before proceeding.
No, I don’t know where the fish are staying now that they aren’t in their tanks. I don’t care enough to find out, either, LOL!
Second, my ex left her pet cat, Tiger, at my house. Fortunately for Tiger (and for me), a neighbor has decided to feed him regularly and look after him, because otherwise Tiger was either going to end up at the animal shelter or adopted by me (because I am such a softie). I really don’t need or want a pet at this point in my life.
Third, my ex left a ton of stuff in all of the drawers, the closets, and the cabinets. This weekend, after the pesticide from the flea bombs has dissipated, I plan to go in with large garbage bags and sort through all of the crap. Looking at all of that crap tonight, I can understand why it felt so much less stress the moment I walked away from all of that stuff. I expect that my ex was equally thrilled to be able to leave all of that crap for me to deal with upon my return.
Finally, my ex left at lot of dirt, dust, food crusts and crumbs inside, and a lot of overgrown and untrimmed hedges and bushes on the outside for me to deal with. Looking at the general state of filth that I have been left with, I have no doubt that my ex (a stay-at-home-Mom who ran the household for seventeen years) was every bit as depressed being my wife as I was being her husband for much of that time. Hopefully, for her and our , she takes much better care of her knew home.
The very happy news about all of this is that Ms. Lawless is already giving me great advice on how to tackle the enormous job of turning my house into a home I can be proud of. When I look into my heart and when I’m honest with myself, that’s something I’ve always wanted, even though I would never admit it.
Ms. Lawless’ first piece of advice to me was to make a list of repairs that need to be done. I did that today, and as expected, the list is extensive. It took up both sides of my sheet of paper, and I suspect that I’m not really done with everything. Second, she suggested that once I go through all of the stuff in the house and get rid of most of all the trash, that I hire a professional cleaning service to come in and scrub away the filth. I loved that idea, certainly, so that’s definitely going to happen before I move back in.
I texted her and B yesterday and asked if she would mind if I borrowed “her painter,” who just so happens to be …B! I told her that my house needed a new paint job, badly. B quickly responded “sure”, so I think he’s all for it. Of course, there’s the little detail of getting B and his equipment out to Bedford from Denver, but we will figure something out there, I have no doubt. How does mid-October sound, B? I will probably also have a lot of fix-its that still need to be done by then, too….
Should we invite Ms. Lawless to come for a visit while you’re here, B? She might distract us too much from our work, but that could be a very good thing…. 
Ms. Lawless’ third suggestion was to “smudge” the house. I showed my inexperience with this new concept of “energy” by admitting to her that I didn’t understand how practical smudging the house was going to be. I also admitted that until I met her and PhillyGirlinDC, I had never heard of “smudging.” She very patiently explained that, if I believed in the concept of energy as it relates to people and objects, that smudging the house makes sense. Although I am very new to understanding this type of energy, I’ve experienced enough about it lately that this was all she had to tell me to convince me I definitely want to smudge my house.
The last piece of advice was actually a request. Ms. Lawless is normally a very glib person, so I could tell by how much trouble she was having finding the right words to make her request that this was something that was requiring a lot of courage from her. Eventually, she was able to explain to me how much she loves what we have, and that she wants to visit me in Bedford, more often than she has previously, which has been twice in a little over five months since we met, with both of those visits occurring since July 2nd. Because she is interested in spending more time with me, and also because she values a home as a sanctuary and wants to feel comfortable when she visits, she wants to participate as much as she can in the decisions I’m going to make regarding the repair and refurbishment of my home.
So that was her request. She told me at the time that she felt like she was jumping off of a cliff. I caught her up and set her down gently, letting her know in no uncertain terms that I would love, love, love to have her help me on the house as much as she wants, and that I was ecstatic at the idea of her spending more time with me in Bedford.
I mean, take a look at that girl’s profile on here. You think I would say “no” to that beautiful woman?  Not a chance! I am one lucky guy (sorry Coop).
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Posted:Aug 17, 2009 10:32 pm
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Just a quick note here to say that Ms. Lawless visited me this weekend - I picked her up at the Indy airport on Friday evening at about 1030 pm and very reluctantly had to give her back to the world on Monday at about 330 pm.
Don't worry, Denver, she'll be putting in a brief, 36-hour appearance in your hometown beginning next Friday evening. She tells me she's already overbooked...!
I am constantly honored and humbled to think that she loves me enough to give me so much of her time and energy. It was such a treasure to spend two full days with her, just us, interrupted by only a brief dinner date with my brother on Sunday evening.
To me the most significant, exciting development was how much more at ease she seemed to be with the idea of us as a couple. No doubt that new comfort level with us as a couple had a direct bearing on how smoothly the weekend went. She didn't worry about feeling smothered, and I didn't worry about what I was doing to scare her away. As a result, I think we were able to speak from the heart without fear on many subjects that would have scared the crap out of both of us only a month ago.
But more on all of that later, I promise!
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Posted:Aug 15, 2009 9:42 pm
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I’m not exactly sure anymore when it happened, or why, but it did. Again. Ms. Lawless and I always seem to “hit a wall” during the times we are together, and it’s during this time that we struggle, until one or the other of us (or both) of us speak up. It is only then that we figure out (together) what is bothering us. We find a way to deal with it, and it seems that our relationship takes a leap forward in understanding and closeness.
What I remember about it this time was us being together in her home office one evening ‒ Tuesday maybe? We were looking into each other’s eyes, and she was trying once again to teach me how to kiss her without forcing myself on her so strongly. I honestly don’t get how it works - at least not very well. At the time, I thought I understood the concept, so instead of leaning in to kiss her, I stayed back, looking at her, waiting for her to make the first move, and for her to come to me.
There’s definitely an energy to it, though, and my energy, in that moment, was all about how much I desired to grab her, kiss her passionately, never let her go. I know I was looking in her eyes with that ravenous passion, so even though I was waiting for her to come to me, I was overwhelming her with that energy. She felt it, realized that I was still forcing myself on her, and she spoke up, telling me that “she couldn’t do this.”
I won’t lie and say that the rejection didn’t hurt. I wish I could read her moods better, so it wouldn’t be such a shock to me when it happens. I love this woman, and I hate it when I feel so helpless. Sometimes I try to turn it off, let her come after me, but she doesn’t immediately come after me, I get panicky. I just don’t have a clue how to stay away, when her love for me, her acceptance of me, her praise of me, makes me so happy.
During our vacation together, Ms. Lawless lamented at times the fact that she is a complicated woman. I told her very truthfully that I like the fact that she is complicated. It’s true that there are times when I feel like I am overmatched intellectually with her, which gnaws at my fragile self-esteem. She has lived an uncommon life, explored and experimented, and continues to do so with an energy that is breathtaking to behold. Can I possibly give her enough to captivate that brilliant mind for more than just a brief period of time?
She asked me to give her one thing about her that drove me crazy, and not in a good way. This was about as challenging a question as she could pose to her biggest fan. I thought and thought on this until my brain hurt, but still I couldn’t come up with anything. Finally, I told her that there are some things about her that play up my biggest insecurities, but that she is so good at communicating to me about why she is the way she is that “I see her light and love her dark.” That’s a line from “Everything”, one of our favorite songs, sung by Alanis Morrissette.
She expressed exasperation with me over this answer. I get it that until you can see someone’s good and bad points, you run the risk of waking up one day and seeing a person completely differently, and it’s at that point that you realize the relationship isn’t going to work for you. At one point she told me that “I could tell you that I killed babies in my past, and you would find a way to spin that into a good thing.” She might be right there, but until she pulls some “baby-killing” skeleton out of her closet, it’s a moot point. So far, the biggest, ugliest warts she’s been able to display for me is that she is (1) overly-trusting to a fault, (2) polyamorous, (3) bi-sexual, and (4) a smoker. Three-fourths of those “warts” are positives in my book, and the fourth is hardly a show-stopper for me. I don’t expect to see any “baby-killing” skeletons falling out of Ms. Lawless’ closet anytime in the foreseeable future.
At one point, I felt so overwhelmed with not knowing how to fix what was wrong between us that I considered buying a plane ticket home a few days early. My self-confidence was completely shaken, and I couldn’t bear to see Ms. Lawless unhappy. My thoughts, in that moment, were that she deserves a stress-free vacation, and that perhaps it would be better for both of us to spend the rest of our week relaxing without the pressure of being with each other.
Eventually, I dismissed this idea. I knew that leaving then would not help us have a relaxing end to our vacation, because each of us (both very introspective people) would spend most of the remainder of our vacation wondering just what went wrong. I also knew that every time in the past when we felt like this, we talked it through, figured it out, and came out the other end of the tunnel happier and healthier than ever before.
She also spoke up, with tears in her eyes, of her fear that she would one day “break my heart.” I said to her, seriously, but also with a little bit of playfulness, “How? You’re not going to do it by sleeping with a gorgeous man. You already have my permission to do that anytime you want!” This brought a smile to her face (and as a result, joy to my soul), but also left some uncertainty in her as to whether I really got her point at all.
I think I do get her point. Her fear isn’t about monogamy at all, because while we are boyfriend and girlfriend, we are not exclusive sexually. It’s more about her bigger fear that that, like so many other things in her life, she will have eventually learned all that she is supposed to learn in this great “experiment” of ours, at which point she will move on to the next phase of her life ‒ a next phase that very well might not include me at all.
Would it hurt to be left behind? Of that I have no doubt. Would it break my heart? I would expect to shed a lot of tears, and I can truthfully say that losing what I have found with Ms. Lawless would hurt like hell. But I can also say that, while our relationship brings me great joy every day, I haven’t let it define me or consume me. I haven’t lost myself in this relationship to the point where losing Ms. Lawless would make me feel that my life was no longer worth living. And that’s a very good and healthy thing, I think.
What I have done is taken the knowledge of how much it would hurt to lose what I have with Ms. Lawless, and I have resolved to do two things. First, to let Ms. Lawless know, often (usually daily), how much I appreciate her, everything about her (her light and her dark), and everything she does for me. Second, I strive to become a better person every day of my life, with the hope that she never has reason to look at me, at our relationship, and think, “in order to grow and prosper as a person, I have to end this boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with Mr. Sensitive.”
What I realize in writing that last sentence is that I cannot control whether she eventually thinks that or not. The reality, then, is that all I can do is be the best boyfriend to her and best person for me that I can be, and if we both grow together rather than apart over the next forty years, then we stand a chance to still be together in 2049. If not, then sitting here next to her right now on my couch, listening to her soft, regular breathing of contented sleep, nothing feels truer to me than the saying that “it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.”
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Sexual Healing
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Posted:Aug 14, 2009 5:33 pm
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On Monday, July 27, J invited us to a matinee at The Mon, and to meet Ka. I bonded with J like we were brothers, and Ka was very sexy ‒ her ass looks as nice in real life as it does in her profile pic, and her pussy is just as sweet as J said it would be. Ms. Lawless, J, and I all took turns licking that beautiful pussy.
Tuesday, July 28th, was another trip to The Mon with J and Ka. Not only is J a bona-fide STUD, he is something of a mad scientist/craftsman in the sex department. Stories of his previous play-time with Ms. Lawless, including (but definitely not limited to) duct-taping her pubes apart and to the bed, had me very excited to meet him. He tied Ka’s legs up high in the air in one of his bondage contraptions, and we all took turns eating and playing with her, J and I fucking her. Next, Ms. Lawless took a turn in J’s contraption. We blindfolded her while J and I took turns fingering, licking, and fucking her, taking at least as much pleasure from that beautiful, powerful body as we gave in return. When she is turned on and coming and squirting seemingly at will, it is heaven on earth to be inside Ms. Lawless with her arms and legs wrapped around you.
One of the most unexpected benefits of my relationship with Ms. Lawless is the healing of my previously battered soul. As the week progressed, and we got to experience so much together sexually, both one-on-one and as a swinging couple, I got stronger and healthier as my confidence grew. I am beginning to understand what a toll it was taking on me to feel like I was a perverted freak, alone, and unworthy of being loved. Meeting people like Ms. Lawless, J, Ka, B, K, and WG, seeing what wonderful people they are, then realizing that we share this common interest in adventurous multiple partner sex, helped me immensely.
In times past, I have felt that Ms. Lawless’ blogs about our sexual encounters were tame by comparison with some of her other experiences. Don’t get me wrong … tame can be fun, especially when it’s tender, sweet, and seductive, and Ms. Lawless’ blogs about us very effectively captured that sweet and tender energy. But tame can also be the opposite of intense and exciting, and some of her blogs have done a great job of capturing that intense and exciting energy from those other experiences. There is a line in a current popular song that expresses one sentiment about sexual love that applies here:
Baby when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun
While rough is not the only way love can be, it certainly can be fun, especially for a change of pace from sweet, tender and seductive, and I think that an accomplished and confident lover needs to be able to do both. By week’s end, the sexual chemistry and intensity between Ms. Lawless and I had ramped to another level, one that I think both of us felt was more exciting and intense. I believe that change in energy came at least partly from the healing that has been occurring as I distance myself from a relationship that was literally sucking the life out of me, and as I embrace one that is infusing me with health, confidence, and vitality.
On that Tuesday evening, stimulated by all of the great sexual energy of the past few days, I got my wish to feel Ms. Lawless come and squirt powerfully over and over again while I was inside her. In times past, her orgasms were powerful enough to expel my not-quite-fully-erect cock from her vagina. This time, my erection was very strong, and the result was much different as I blasted her with my passion at the same time her vaginal walls trembled all around me. Still today, more than two weeks later, I am as juicy and horny as I was that day at the thought of her amazing body, the pleasure she gives me. Damn, do I have a wonderful life!
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Posted:Aug 14, 2009 5:32 pm
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On Monday, July 27, J invited us to a matinee at The Mon, and to meet Ka. I bonded with J like we were brothers, and Ka was very sexy ‒ her ass looks as nice in real life as it does in her profile pic, and her pussy is just as sweet as J said it would be. Ms. Lawless, J, and I all took turns licking that beautiful pussy.
Tuesday, July 28th, was another trip to The Mon with J and Ka. Not only is J a bona-fide STUD, he is something of a mad scientist/craftsman in the sex department. Stories of his previous play-time with Ms. Lawless, including (but definitely not limited to) duct-taping her pubes apart and to the bed, had me very excited to meet him. He tied Ka’s legs up high in the air in one of his bondage contraptions, and we all took turns eating and playing with her, J and I fucking her. Next, Ms. Lawless took a turn in J’s contraption. We blindfolded her while J and I took turns fingering, licking, and fucking her, taking at least as much pleasure from that beautiful, powerful body as we gave in return. When she is turned on and coming and squirting seemingly at will, it is heaven on earth to be inside Ms. Lawless with her arms and legs wrapped around you.
One of the most unexpected benefits of my relationship with Ms. Lawless is the healing of my previously battered soul. As the week progressed, and we got to experience so much together sexually, both one-on-one and as a swinging couple, I got stronger and healthier as my confidence grew. I am beginning to understand what a toll it was taking on me to feel like I was a perverted freak, alone, and unworthy of being loved. Meeting people like Ms. Lawless, J, Ka, B, K, and WG, seeing what wonderful people they are, then realizing that we share this common interest in adventurous multiple partner sex, helped me immensely.
In times past, I have felt that Ms. Lawless’ blogs about our sexual encounters were tame by comparison with some of her other experiences. Don’t get me wrong … tame can be fun, especially when it’s tender, sweet, and seductive, and Ms. Lawless’ blogs about us very effectively captured that sweet and tender energy. But tame can also be the opposite of intense and exciting, and some of her blogs have done a great job of capturing that intense and exciting energy from those other experiences. There is a line in a current popular song that expresses one sentiment about sexual love that applies here:
Baby when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun
While rough is not the only way love can be, it certainly can be fun, especially for a change of pace from sweet, tender and seductive, and I think that an accomplished and confident lover needs to be able to do both. By week’s end, the sexual chemistry and intensity between Ms. Lawless and I had ramped to another level, one that I think both of us felt was more exciting and intense. I believe that change in energy came at least partly from the healing that has been occurring as I distance myself from a relationship that was literally sucking the life out of me, and as I embrace one that is infusing me with health, confidence, and vitality.
On that Tuesday evening, stimulated by all of the great sexual energy of the past few days, I got my wish to feel Ms. Lawless come and squirt powerfully over and over again while I was inside her. In times past, her orgasms were powerful enough to expel my not-quite-fully-erect cock from her vagina. This time, my erection was very strong, and the result was much different as I blasted her with my passion at the same time her vaginal walls trembled all around me. Still today, more than two weeks later, I am as juicy and horny as I was that day at the thought of her amazing body, the pleasure she gives me. Damn, do I have a wonderful life!
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The Barbeque
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Posted:Aug 13, 2009 4:46 pm
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The Barbeque
Sunday, July 26th, was the BBQ at Ms. Lawless’ house. What a great turnout ‒ I felt so honored! WG spent Saturday night with us and stayed for the BBQ on Sunday. B&K were there, as well as J and S, who I had met on my previous visit to Denver when Ms. Lawless, WG, and I visited S and his girlfriend T for dinner. Mi and his wife (name escapes me at the moment) were also there, along with D, who was joined later by his wife, Ga.
Pm, who Ms. Lawless told me was her WG before L became her WG, and her boyfriend, St, were also there. St and I made a beer run at one point, and we got to talk a little about being in a relationship with women who were active in the lifestyle. St seemed to be struggling with the concept a little, while I haven’t had that same experience. We didn’t get to talk about this subject nearly enough to suit my tastes, because I was really interested to hear about his experiences. On my next visit to Denver, perhaps.
B pulled double-duty as chef, grilling us up some burgers, brats, chicken, and vegetables including mushrooms, onions and peppers. There were enough leftovers that I couldn’t finish them all off in seven more days.
One of the funnier anomalies about Ms. Lawless’ swinging lifestyle is that she appears to attract male swingers with the same first name as me. This was in evidence at the BBQ, as myself, St and S all are swingers, and all have the same first name. Ms. Lawless explained to me a couple of months previously that this is the reason why she began calling me “Mr. Sensitive” ‒ to distinguish me from all of the other S’s, swinging and otherwise, that she knows.
The day of the BBQ, Ms. Lawless commented - with just a little angst I thought - that nearly all of her friends are “in the lifestyle” now. The lone exception at the party (besides her two daughters) was a friend (Pt), who not only isn’t a swinger, but who, at age 32, is a virgin. When B learned of this, he was so surprised that he ran out of the kitchen to tell Ms. Lawless of this fact, and to ask why she had never told him. It was very funny to listen to B tell Pt that if she ever needed the services of a swinger such as himself, he was her man.
I learned most of the names by night’s end, and for the most part I kept my mouth shut, listened, learned, and just flat out had a great time meeting all of Ms. Lawless’ wonderful friends. I really did feel like I had found a group to which I belonged. I look forward to finding something even remotely as good as that here in Bedford, or Bloomington, or Indy or Louisville ‒ wherever that may be
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