Play ball
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Posted:Mar 31, 2013 12:50 am
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It's that time of year again. Dust off those lucky baseball caps and Jerseys because it is opening day. Tonight is the baseball opener. The Texas Rangers will be taking on the Houston Astros (who are newly transplanted from the NL to the AL this year). While I don't know why these two teams are starting things off (used to be that the teams in the previous years World Series started off the season with one having an afternoon game and the other having an evening game, that would be Detroit and San Fransisco this year).
But whatever baseball is starting again. That means that tomorrow (Monday April 1st) at 3:10 pm my Minnesota Twins have their home opener. As much as I would love to be there in person I cannot. But I will be watching if at all possible. Although we are facing Verlander and the Tigers so I'm not holding out too much hope for an opening day win, but you never know.
I've missed baseball, I can watch just about any teams play and have a blast. Ever since 1991 I have been in love with the game. Seeing Kirby Puckett make that game saving catch in game 6 hooked me.
Are you a baseball fan? If so who is your team and why? Any baseball related memories you would like to share?
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Vagina Monologues
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Posted:Mar 28, 2013 8:06 pm
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2013 10:54 pm
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Tonight was date number two. We went to see a mutual friend's production of the Vagina Monologues. Now I know some of you are going to ask. So while it isn't the point of this post. I'm pretty sure the date went well. How do I know? It ended in a make out session she initiated. Though I was going to do the same thing, she just beat me to it. 
Now back on point. Have you ever seen the Vagina Monologues? I thought they were very entertaining. In the beginning they state that the play started off as a series of interviews. Women of all ages, ethnicity's, races and sexual orientation were spoken to. One of the questions everyone of them was asked was; If your vagina could get dressed up, how would it dress? The instant I heard it I knew I had to ask it here. 
So today I have two questions for the ladies here.
1. If your vagina could get dressed up how would it dress?
2. If your vagina could talk, what would it say?
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An update
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Posted:Mar 24, 2013 1:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2013 3:07 pm
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I know I have been quiet since my First dates post. Truth is since it I really haven't known what to say. I wasn't going to do this but smartasswoman asked for an update about how my date went. Now I need to lead by saying that I'm never sure how these things actually went, which is one of the reasons I haven't said anything. So here is a quick synopsis of the date and how I feel it went.
I picked her up at her apartment. I ended up calling from the front door because I couldn't remember the apartment number. She came down and we were off. I spent the entire date opening doors and the like for her. I may be a kinkster but I'm also a gentlemen. The plan was dinner first, so we picked a place in route and ended up eating and having a nice conversation at an Old Chicago. I'm not sure when we got there but we were talking a while after we finished eating. We actually realized right before we left that we had missed the "official" start time of the next event we were going to.
So we left the restaurant, the next thing on the plan was bowling with other kinky folks. So we got there and found our group and joined the game. More chatting with everyone. Her and I did some cuddling and hand holding as the night went on. After our time was up some of us stuck around in the bar area and chatted. Afterwords I brought her back home. Walked her to her apartment building and she invited me up to the apartment to see how it was coming along (I helped her move in a week or so earlier).
Don't get any ideas, I was only up there for maybe 5 minutes. I checked out the apartment and we said our goodbyes which included a couple long hugs and a kiss on the cheek (which she initiated). We left that night with loose plans to go to a munch together on April 4th. I've since asked her about doing something this week which she is looking into her work and social schedule to see if she can go, then there is another munch Sunday we might go to if my family isn't doing anything for the holiday.
So that was my date. We actually did very little talking about kink. Sure it came up now and then (along with the occasional joke about me holding her captive because I didn't realize the safety locks were on in my car) She even asked about Kittie and what happened. Although before asking all she knew was that I had an ex (it had come up in a couple conversations) and didn't know who it was. So that is out of the way so to speak. I think it went well. Though I'm hesitant to say that. Just because every time I do I get the just friends speech.
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First dates
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Posted:Mar 17, 2013 12:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2013 10:55 pm
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I logged in today and realized that I had 666 blogs posted. So I struggled to come up with a topic to get it off that number. I'm not the superstitious type usually but I really don't want to jinx the good mood I have been in.
So I got to thinking about first dates. I haven't had too many first dates (and few of those have lead to a second). But I am in a position where I may have a date coming up soon.
Remember the woman I asked out a month ago? Not sure if I mentioned that here or not. Well a month ago she said "no" due to bad timing (she was in a crunch to move, was in school and is at a job she hates). Well last weekend I helped her move (can't remember if I made the offer before or after asking her out and being told no). Anyways so I helped her move and after dinner when we were saying our goodbyes she gave me a big hug and told her to give her a week or so then we could talk about dates (Unless I heard wrong but I don't see how I could have misheard that). So now even though I think she is just throwing me a bone because I actually kept my word and helped her. I'm in a spot where I may have to start thinking about dates soon.
So I was wondering, what do you all like to do on first dates? I typically aim for something simple and relatively informal. What are your thoughts?
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Here Kittie, kittie, kittie (part 3)
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Posted:Mar 12, 2013 4:17 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2013 4:17 pm
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Here is the final part of this story. I hope you all enjoy it. If you missed the first two parts I will link them here as well.
Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie part 1
Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie part 2
It was a rough night of sleep for me. I’m a really light sleeper, so it didn’t take much movement on her part to wake me up. I also knew she had looked at my bucket list and wanted to wake me up with a blow job. So I made a conscious effort to sleep on my back (I usually sleep facing down) so that also was a difference that didn’t help me sleep.
Eventually we both woke around the same time. She smiled at me and slid her hand under the covers and began stroking my cock. This got thing started again, we kissed some and both got up on our knees. This is when she started trying to knock me down. Well I wasn’t having any of it, but I was having fun letting her try.
After a few tries she gave up and got to what she really wanted. She bent over and begun sucking my cock. After a bit I laid her on her back and went down on her again as well. Licking, sucking, fingering. After doing that for a while, without being asked this time I grabbed a condom and mounted her in missionary style.
While we were doing that I noticed that the head board was banging against the wall pretty good. I made some comment about waking the neighbors while without loosing the rhythm with my hips. After doing this for a bit I decided I wanted to see how she handled a little change. I did the best I could to change positions without my cock popping out, didn’t work so well. Not a big deal though, I laid on my back and had her get on top.
She did so and began riding me. I admit I’ve never been too sure if a woman is getting much out of this position with me or not. I always feel off when I’m down there. But it’s worth a try now and then. After riding me for a bit she hopped off, ripped the condom off me and went down on me again. Eventually we worked our way around to the same 69 position from the evening before.
Eventually I decided I wanted to try doggie style. So I bent her over the bed. I played around with things like spanking her while we were using this position and pulling her hair. I wish I could say it was a howling success, but I got frustrated, because I don’t have much experience with this position (and considering my experience level that is saying a lot). So my cock kept popping out.
Because of this I rolled her over onto her back again. Which is where we finished off this romp. By this time it was nearing check out (it may not sound like it but we started at 7 or 8 in the morning and it was nearing 10:30 when we finished). We cleaned up ourselves and the room. And spent the time we had left cuddling, chating and making out. Followed by more making out by our cars.
That was the end of my weekend with Kittie.
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What a difference a week makes
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Posted:Mar 11, 2013 11:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2013 11:27 pm
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I'm taking a short break from the story. But part three is finished and will be up soon. But after this weekend I have a few other things to blather about first.
A week ago today I was struggling to deal with the mix of emotions from Kitties finding someone new (and having to confront it), I hit such a low that I was revisiting the idea of possibly having to leave the "community." There is also a new friend who things had good awkward with for me because this person is the roommate of Kitties new interest. I had asked someone out and been turned down a little over a week before that. Needless to say a week ago I was focusing on a lot of negative things and not in a good place.
These feelings actually followed me through most of the week. I talked to the room ate. I didn't want her to think I had been ducking her, because I'm not. Just didn't want to make plans and have Kittie show up and me not be able to handle it that night. So I gave her the basics, just that Kittie and I used to be together and it is still an awkward thing for me. I made sure to emphasis that I have nothing against any of them, and that I am in fact happy for her room ate and Kittie. She seemed to understand and was supportive. I also had a tell all with another friend from the community earlier that day. I needed someone that knew both Kittie and I and would be objective with me because of this mix of emotions. (Don't worry Red I'm positive this one wont breath a word of it to Kittie). She was a big help, even if it was just getting it out there to someone that knew us both and was willing to listen.
So this brings us to the weekend. Saturday was a long day, I had a fundraiser for my high school wrestling program that I went to (they under cooked my stake). Got to see a lot of people I haven't seen in years, it was a lot of fun. Then that was followed by a bdsm party. I went to the party not sure how things would play out. I was worried for the first couple hours as the party was small, which means with the migrating people I might at some point be the only one in any area of the home (trying to avoid other awkwardness). But eventually the woman I had asked out came with her primary and another person (for those that don't know there is a lot of polyamory in the bdsm community here). I had never met her primary before, but I ended up spending most of the night hanging out with them and a couple other people. Even got to flog her again. Her, her primary and someone else that had spent most of the night talking with us went out for a meal after the party, at which the other person mentioned that this was the night she as seen me talk the most. It ended up being a fun night.
The next afternoon I sent her an email to check on how she was feeling after the flogging (it is good bdsm protocol to do a follow up and make sure the bottom is feeling alright after, besides I'm still learning so feedback is really important to me and my learning/improvement). It had come up the night before in passing that she was moving into a new appartment today. So I offered to help her if she needed a hand and included my phone number just in case. An hour or so later I got a text back saying they would love some help if I was availiable. So naturally I told her I would be there.
I met at the starting point there were five of us total, her, her primary and a couple guys I didn't know. We managed to finish her move in about three hours. When we got to the new apartment I was showing up all of the other guys getting stuff unloaded and up the stairs. I'm rather proud of that. Afterwords we went out looking for some place to eat. Not an easy task at 9:30 on a Sunday night but we found a place and had a nice meal. I was an odd out of most of the conversations, but they did a good job of explaining things and keeping me included (a nice change from most groups).
After dinner we were saying goodbyes at the door. She gave me a big hug thanked me again for the help and told me to give her a week or so and we could talk about dates. This caught me by surprise. But a very good surprise, even if my brain did go to the "she is just throwing me a bone because I made good on my offer to help from weeks ago" thought. I shuck hands with the two guys I didn't know going into the day. Her primary shuck my hand and gave me one of those one armed "bro hug" things, which caught me by surprise. But it sounds like I made a good impression all around.
Long story short over the course of Thursday through the weekend my mood has turned around a lot. I went from being afraid I would loose a budding friendship, being of mixed feelings about Kitties new relationship, thinking I might have to leave the community, and seeing little hope on the dating front. To taking Solis in the fact that Kittie seems to be happy and as awkward as some parts of it are I truly am happy for her and like seeing her happy, to knowing I'm likely not loosing a new friend and not feeling like I haven't been truthful with her anymore and seeing some hope on the dating front. Things are still far from all sunshine and rainbows, but they are looking up for the first time in awhile.
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Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie (part 2)
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Posted:Mar 7, 2013 1:54 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2013 4:16 pm
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Time for the second part of my story. Recounting any part of this story still brings a smile to my face. I had planned from the beginning to post something about it around the year mark. Anyways if you want see part one. Check it out Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie part 1 Like the first you are free to comment as you will, no big over arcing questions or themes. Just me reminiscing about a sexual experience that means a lot to me.
****Disclaimer**** This is an encounter I had with someone in the local BDSM community (my now ex), while I don’t consider anything to be too over the top that happened in this story. I should still prefix it by saying that the things we did together she willingly consented too and brought many of them up as things SHE wanted (choking, hair pulling, spanking struggle play will all be covered at some point). Had she not told me ahead of time that she wanted that I would not have done it. Ok on with the story.
So she dressed and got ready to go. I went with her and helped her bring in what she needed to. And to make amends for making her a bit late I stayed to help with some of the set up. The hotel only being a block away from where the dance was I walked back to the hotel to shower and get ready for the night. While in the shower I found some scratch marks on my thigh. I tried to take a picture but it didn’t turn out all that well.
As I said in the first part this dance was basically a prom for kinky folks. It was a fun night, I brought my camera and we got some pictures taken together, chatted with friends, did some dancing (including our first slow dance). We also agreed that some of the music selection was questionable at best. After the dance I helped clean up and we went back to the hotel. Once there she changed cloths, I loosened my shirt and sat on the couch.
She came out in nothing special, a transformers zip up sweatshirt and her panties. Not what most people think of when they are planning a night of sex, but I didn’t care she could have been wearing a paper bag and I would have thought she was beautiful. We chatted for a bit about the night, both knowing what would still happen that night. Soon we were kissing again.
All of a sudden she perked up tapped me on the hip and said “Come here, show and tell time.” So we hopped over onto the bed and she showed me what she had in her toy begs. After we went through them, we were sitting there on the bed, I had two thoughts going through my mind. One was how much of this do I want to clean up before we start, the other being how much of this do I want to use on her tonight.
While thinking that I was looking at her and she asked what I was thinking. My mind was so all over the place the only thing I could get out was that I was deciding what I wanted to do with her bags. Around now I grabbed her sweat shirt and pulled her in for a kiss. Then she pushed one of the toy bags off the bed, I grabbed her by the ankles gave a good pull flattening her out underneath me. I pounced on top of her and started kissing her. I removed her sweatshirt and pinned her arms down above her head. She likes to struggle and I like it when a woman struggles (again with consent and safe words in place I would never do this to someone that did not tell me specifically that they were ok with it).
While I held her down I switched it up so that I was holding both of her hands with one of mine and she still tried bucking me off. Deciding that it was time for me to disrobe, I unbuttoned my shirt and removed one arm, then switched my grip and removed the other. The whole time looking into her eyes as she tried pulling her arms free or bucking me off balance. I can’t even describe the look in her eyes while I did that desire, lust call it what you will. But she watched me able to control her and show her that I could basically do what ever I wanted while doing so.
When I am with someone I feed off them and the reactions they give me. The looks I got from her during this just drove me over the edge. My mind was working overtime now to think of more things I could do to/with her. What came to mind was something she mentioned when we were looking through her toy begs. She had pulled out a pair of nice leather restraints and said she had never used them before and followed that up by saying “hint, hint.” Well that did it for me, still holding her down I reached into her bag and pulled them out. Putting them on her again while still holding her down.
Once I had a restraint on each wrist and had connected the chain between them, instead of holding each wrist I just grabbed the chain and held it down. I kissed her again, maybe even wrapped my hand around her throat while doing so (I used to do that a lot, she loved it) then decided it was time to move again, I had a few more ideas for what to do with these restraints. My plan was to pull her back over to the wall push her up against it (she liked the impact and would always come back almost daring me to do it again), undo the chain from one restraint, spin her around and hold her against the wall while I locked her hands behind her. Then I was going to turn her back around probably give her another long kiss and tell her to get on her knees and give me head without her hands. From what I hear it is a different experience for the woman when your hands can’t be used. I wanted to play on that a little and there are always other ways you can tease someone in that position if I was up for it, and I probably would have done a little of that to.
So I tightened my hold on the chain stood up pulling her with me, turned around in one motion moving her around me and pushing her back against the wall she bounced back as expected, then I noticed my hand that was on the chain was in the wrong spot. I looked down I broke the chain linking the restraints. We both looked at it in amazement; I think it turned her on even more. It scared the crap out of me. I unhooked the chain from the other restraint and apologized for breaking it and told her I would replace it. She said it was ok, dropped the chain on the couch and we started up again.
I needed a minute to recoup and figure out what to do next, my whole idea flew out the window with that chain breaking. So I started kissing her again, I pulled her hips into mine a couple times which caused her back to bounce off the wall. I was a little worried that someone would hear that and complain it was 2 or 3 in the morning by this point. After a bit I decided that I would give spanking a shot.
So I grabbed her by the hair walked her over to the bed and told her to bend over, which she did. I began spanking her. After a few swats I heard some kind of commotion at the door. I turned around and saw a paper on the floor by the door. I was worried that with all the bouncing off the walls and slapping noises that the spankings were making I might have disturbed someone in the hotel. I leaned in close to her and simply said “Don’t move.” Then I went the go check on what the paper was about. Turned out it was just a copy of the bill and check out instructions. I placed it on the desk and walked back over to her. She hadn’t moved a muscle. When I saw she hadn’t moved, I leaned over and whispered “good girl” into her ear, gave her a few more swats on the ass then decided it was time for something new.
I stood her up, kissed her again if memory serves and pushed her back down on the bed, and started going down on her again. I don’t know how long I was going down on her, but it was a good amount of time I think. I was licking, sucking, and using my fingers. Keep in mind this was the first night we were having full on intercourse so we were still learning each others “cum tells” so I made a rookie mistake. I broke the concentration and asked her how she was doing (give me a break this was only the 6th or 7th time in my life I’d had sex). After she caught her breath she said she was hovering right on the edge, so I tried to push her over but don’t think she got there (like I said broke concentration aka the mood oops).
This is when she looked me in the eye and said “fuck me, please.” I was shocked honestly never had someone say that to me before. I don’t remember if I had the where with all to have her say it again. Either way it was an insane turn on (like I needed anything else at this point). I kissed her one more time and grabbed a condom from the end table before granting her request.
Now I hadn’t had sex in over a year at this point (well not intercourse anyways) so as you may be able to imagine I wasn’t going to last long. While we were going at it I must have had an odd look on my face or something. Because she asked me a question of some sort. Don’t recall the exact words. But I told her what I was thinking. Which was simply that she felt incredible and that I didn’t want to cum yet, but I wasn’t far off (she did know I hadn’t had sex in over a year). It wasn’t long after that I did cum. I would have been up to go again but it had been a long day we were both tired and she was usually the early to bed type (it was 4 am or a little after by now). We chatted for a bit, pillow talk about the night, what was good, what might not have been, other small talk before going to sleep.
**********END PART 2**************
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Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie (part 1)
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Posted:Mar 5, 2013 5:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2013 4:16 pm
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Alright people it is time for another real life sex story. I know I haven’t posted one of these in awhile, but I figured that it has been long enough since this took place that the kiss and tell element has warn off (it is nearly a year old now). No big question just comment as you will at the end. This will be the first of 3 posts.
****Disclaimer**** This is an encounter I had with someone in the local BDSM community (my now ex), while I don’t consider anything to be too over the top that happened in this story. I should still prefix it by saying that the things we did together she willingly consented too and brought many of them up as things SHE wanted (choking, hair pulling, spanking struggle play will all be covered at some point). Had she not told me ahead of time that she wanted that I would not have done it. Ok on with the story.
This was a night that had been building for awhile. We had spent more then a month and a half building anticipation for this night. We had gotten a hotel room for the night and had plans to go to a dance for a good part of the evening (think prom for kinky adults). But we had a couple hours before she had to go set up. We talked for awhile and eventually started kissing and petting. I made a point of stopping long enough to tell her to set her phone alarm so that she wouldn’t be late. We tended to get carried away when we started getting physical and time would fly more then usual. She did and threw it onto be bed.
Then we were right back at it, before either of us knew it I had her pinned against the wall, holding her arms behind her back (we are both into struggle play, it was a game for us). Her cloths were soon shed along with my shirt. If memory serves I “led” her to the bed. (Read that as grabbed her by the hair and used that bring her where I wanted, remember bdsm relationship, rough was ok). When I got her to the bed I stepped behind her, wrapped one arm around her and used the hand still full of her hair to bring her head back for more kissing. Then I removed her bra and bent her over the bed. I gave a few quick spankings. I wasn’t very adept at giving them at the time (I suppose I still may not be, but that is another story) so I only gave a few swats before rolling her over.
I crawled on top of her kissing her again (in case you can’t tell I LOVE kissing). My kisses trailed down her neck, I spent some time playing with her breasts. I’d been waiting so long to do that. Then further down until I was going down on her. I wish I could remember specifics of what I did down there, but I was running on instinct at this point. I can however say there was a lot of licking, sucking and fingering happening.
After some time between her legs I decided I wanted a new angle. So I worked my way around so that my hips were up near her head. Eventually I decided that even though I wasn’t a fan of 69 I’d take my pants off and see what happens. So without stopping what I was doing between her legs I removed my pants. This left my penis within her reach, which she took full advantage of taking the opportunity to begin stroking me. About this time her alarm went off. She sat up and said something along the lines of “you have to be kidding me” (I don’t remember the exact quote). Hit the “snooze” button on her phone alarm and laid back down so we could continue.
I adjusted myself again physically giving her the option of using her hands or mouth on me while I continued going down on her, she chose her mouth. I don’t know how long it had been but we were working on each other and her alarm went off again. This time (without looking up or missing a beat) I picked up her phone and handed it to her since it was out of her reach. It went off one more time, this last time I picked it up and turned the alarm off. Soon after I could hear her muffled moans, her whole body started shaking under me. I did lift my hips a bit to make sure it wasn’t a choking thing but she was pulling me tighter. When I realized she was cumming and not choking (it only took a second), I pulled her tighter and berried my face deeper in her until her orgasm subsided.
I knew she had to start getting ready to go soon. But she wasn’t making any move to stop and I wasn’t about to stop her. Although I didn’t start going down on her again. Now it was just me on my knees over her face, my cock in her mouth. At this point we were going between her doing her thing down there and my fucking her face (I kept it slow shallow). It took a few more minutes but I did cum. Although she didn’t catch it all as I pulled out of her mouth after my orgasm some of my cum dropped onto her hair (she is still laying on her back remember. We laughed about it, and she told me that was a first for her, she’d never had cum in her hair before. I gave her a quick kiss and told her she had to get ready to go, she needed to help set up.
******** END PART 1 ********
They didn't show up too well in the picture. But here is the best picture I have of the scratches she left. They were much easier to see in person.
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Checking in ...
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Posted:Mar 5, 2013 9:55 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 9:32 am
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So I've been quiet here for about a week. I've been in more then a melancholy mood recently (see my last post). It has been worse in the last few days because Sunday I was brought physically face to face with it.
Anyways I'm just checking in here and letting you all know that I have finished a 3 part post. More of my real life sex stories. All three parts happened in less then 24 hours with Kittie. It also happened around 11 months ago so I figure the kissing and telling rule I go by has worn off. I'll be posting the first part either a little later tonight or tomorrow and post one every couple days after. I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I did living it.
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Watching others move on.
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Posted:Feb 28, 2013 10:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2013 5:37 pm
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I have what might be a bit of an odd question to ask. But this is possibly a slightly unique situation.
Yes this has to do with my ex, any of you have have been following my blog for the last year know about her I'm sure. I wont rehash anything here, I will just make a not that I'm still crazy about her and would do just about anything for her. Even if I have found another woman I could see myself dating (who turned me down by the way, but that is neither here nor there).
Anyways, Kittie is moving on and is now in a new relationship with someone. I have seen it coming for awhile now. I recognized the way she would look at and interact with this person. This is a person that I have no problems with, don't know them particularly well, but from everything I have seen is a good person.
Thing is I'm kind of at odds with myself about this. Part of me is happy for them both. I've never wanted to see Kittie anything but happy. And watching from afar she seems to be happy with this person.
But at the same time it is still hard for me to not be one of the people in her life helping to enhance the happy in her life.
So what I'm getting at is, is it normal for me to be of two minds about this like I am? Or am I just cracked and should choose a side here?
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Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie Index
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Posted:Feb 27, 2013 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2013 4:18 pm
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- Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie part 1 - The first part of my recount of my first weekend alone with Kittie
- Here Kittie, Kittie, Kittie part 2
- Here Kittie, kittie, kittie part 3
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First Kisses
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Posted:Feb 24, 2013 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2013 7:04 pm
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Do you remember your first kiss? They say that you never forget it. I wonder does this only go for your first kiss ever or do you always remember your first kiss with each lover that was truly important to you?
I remember two of my first kisses. My first, first kiss was back when I was 20. It was actually the same night that I lost my virginity. What I remember most about it was that I nearly panicked when I saw her face coming toward mine. But I managed to keep that under control, but there was that moment of OH MY GOD what if I suck at this. It was my first kiss so it was probably not my best.
More recently (the last first kiss I had Feb 25th is actually the one year anniversary of it). Her and I had gone to the Mall of America (don’t snicker it was winter and we wanted a place we could walk around and talk). After walking the mall for a few hours she suggested we find a seat, so we copped a squat on the next available bench. We spent a little more time talking and getting close, I rubbed the back of her neck (she used to get all floaty when I would do that).
I actually stopped and made sure she came down from it after awhile. I wanted to make sure the answer and reaction I got was an honest one. When she came down enough I asked her if it would be ok if I kissed her or if that would be moving too fast or presuming too much. She said yes and we kissed. This first kiss went much better then the other one I talked about. Some of the following kisses in the parking lot even led us to be heckled by some passers by. The kisses were given between us casually after that.
There were some that were far more intense, a couple even got close to matching the amount of excitement. But that first kiss, the one I asked for has a special place in my memory. What first kisses hold a special place for you? What about them or the other person makes them so special?
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Crisis of Faith
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Posted:Feb 20, 2013 1:50 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2013 9:02 am
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I'm not talking about religious faith. But more doubting your identity, or your ability to do things important to you.
I was at a meeting recently of a group that deals with D/s relationships and this was the topic that day. It got me thinking about what other people do when they are confronted with a crisis of faith. We all doubt ourselves now and then, even if we don't want to admit it. But I'm not talking about the small doubts (though they can add up to a big one). I'm talking about something that shakes the foundations of who you are.
I've had my own crisis to deal with, though mine isn't really a crisis of identity, but a renewal of old insecurities that center around a lack of experience. The only way I know to deal with it is the same way I deal with anything. Put my head down and try to run through that wall. Sure I get knocked on my backside with a concussion now and then, but I eventually figure it out. Sometimes I'm lucky enough to get advice on how to get around the wall.
So how do you deal with this type of crisis?
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