Browsing Tumblr isn’t really a solution for lowering my current level of—ahem—arousal. I think I’ll go wake up K. With my penis.
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K, who is our “pussy coordinator,” had been in contact with J and S for a few months before we finally found a date when we were all available. We met up with them on Friday night, along with their friend Jasmine. We had been told in advance that Jasmine was “just a friend” but knew all about J and S’s non-monogamous activities, so we didn’t mind her coming along. We weren’t worried about her being a third wheel because we don’t play on first dates.
Despite having seen pictures of both J and S before our date, attraction is something that is best gauged in person. After meeting them, K told me later that she immediately knew J wasn’t my type. She was right. Jasmine, however, was a different story. Figures, right?
We hung out on the patio of a bar for about three hours and traded stories and got to know each other. Neither K nor I felt any major physical attraction to J or S, but they were fun to talk to, and their personalities will mesh fantastically with the two couples we hang out with most often—CJ and Mitch & PartyGuy and PartyGirl. We’ll definitely be inviting them to a party at some point, especially if they bring Jasmine along.
K is convinced that Jasmine is a mythical unicorn (a single woman who enjoys a good ol’ fashioned MFF threesome). When the ladies went to the bathroom, Jasmine apparently mentioned going to a nearby swinger club and, perhaps more importantly, flirted with K. I wasn’t aware of any of this until K told me on the drive home, and now I don’t know what to make of it. What’s the protocol for contacting a couple you liked—just not like that—and asking if their friend might possibly be interested in some fun? I suppose we can ask if/when we see J and S again in a social setting.
The quote of the night comes from our drive home when K, impersonating me, said, “Can I have a Jasmine for my birthday?”
Browsing Tumblr isn’t really a solution for lowering my current level of—ahem—arousal. I think I’ll go wake up K. With my penis.
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We’re out having a drink with a new couple. Because why not.
1. I could go for a glass of Scotch right now—preferably Scotch that’s old enough to order its own Scotch.
2. Although I’m slightly skeptical, I still can’t wait for Anchorman 2.
3. K and I watched the porn parody of Anchorman with a bunch of swingers. Aside from the sex scenes, which we mocked relentlessly because they were terrible, the movie was actually pretty funny. For a porno, that is.
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This photo belongs to Camille and Holden. If you like this picture, you should visit them. And since you’re seeing this note, you should give them credit if you reblog it.
That said, this is one of those pictures that makes me want to dust off the D90.
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This picture has nothing to do with what I’m about to write, but everything is better with boobs.
The lack of recent updates have been due to a deficiency in free time and interest. One of the reasons I started this page was as a creative outlet; I was also frustrated about a variety of things, and the writing seemed to help. Lately, my creative energy has been focused on the guitar, which has left with my with little enthusiasm and even less time to write on here. I was also feeling a little desensitized by all the sex and naked bits on my dash. I needed a break, and, so, I haven’t been around much. The good news is that K and I are doing well and have had a few sexy adventures during our sabbatical. Maybe I’ll write about them some day.
I’m hoping to start posting again with more frequency, but I’ve said that before, so we’ll see.
And now, K and I are off to spend the day in the sun.
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It’s been a while. Too long, in fact. Just wanted to drop a note saying that K and I are headed off to CJ and Mitch’s for some hot tub fun with another couple. The plans were last minute and somewhat unexpected, but we’re ready for a good time.
Someone sent the above message that simply says “Threesome.” I’m not entirely sure how to respond, so here are some options:
1. If this is a question in which you’d like to be involved in a threesome with us: We enjoy the dynamic of four people, so we aren’t currently interested in threesomes. Unless, of course, you’re really, really, ridiculously good looking.
2. If this is a question in which you’d like know if we’ve ever had a threesome: Yes, we were involved in a threesome back when we were in college. It involved one of my close male friends, a bottle of vodka, and a hot tub. When considering future events of non-monogamy, I often cited this event as proof that I wouldn’t be overcome with jealousy. We are still friends with the aforementioned threesome member, and although he is now married, K and I doubt his wife would be interested in future hot tubbing adventures.
3. If this is simply a non-sequitur: testicles.
Looks like tomorrow night will be our triumphant return to non-monogamy. It’s been about four months since we’ve dabbled in any extracurricular activities. Sure, we’ve been to parties and hung out with swinger folks, but we haven’t been doing anything. Nothing has changed to make us want to get back into it; we just happened to get an invitation from CJ and Mitch, and it sounded like a good time. We haven’t spent any solo time with them since October, although we’ve seen them pretty frequently at various gatherings.
K and I have been so busy recently that sex hasn’t been a priority (which is silly, seeing as how it’s a good stress reliever and all). Ideally, I like to go into swinging situations with a full quota of “K time,” but I’ll just have to deal with the slight deficit. I suppose we can always make up for it after the fact.
I’m looking forward to a Friday night of debauchery.
K got me addicted to True Blood. We just finished season two, and it’s further proof that HBO makes great stuff. If you like your TV shows to have good writing, sex, and gore, then you should probably check it out.