Married Freaks

My pussy is soft.

My pussy is fuzzy.

My pussy is attractive.

My pussy is odd.

My pussy is hungry.

My pussy is juicy when happy.

My pussy is warm.

My pussy is loud.

My pussy is demanding.

My pussy is comforting.

My pussy is frisky.

My pussy is agile, generally.

My pussy is flexible.

My pussy is messy.

My pussy is talented.

My pussy is lovable.

My pussy is…male?!?!  huh?

My pussy is

Siamese

Come on, the other one isn’t fuzzy.

C-Span is showing 1.5 hour in right now. The rhetoric and bromides are flying. Fuck this. I’m going to put on some porn.

I have come to terms with the fact that I’m an exhibitionist at heart. Well that is I’m an extremely modest exhibitionist. That’s probably the biggest reason that this blog is working so well for me. I get to kiss and tell without the repercussions that would normally be associated. It’s great for the ego and the libido. I hope you are getting something out of it as well.

Last night Penny surprised me by putting on matching black lacy shorts and camisole. I didn’t even remember that she owned this particular ensemble. She looked good in it. Very good indeed. I was coming back in the front door and saw her walking down the hall. I love it when she dresses up for me but it’s really rare that she ever surprises me with it.

Recently her body has gotten so much more toned and muscular on the inside and out. Six months ago the outfit would have looked good on her but now she looks incredible. Satin drapes over a hard body so much more beautifully than a softer one. If the toning was the singular benefit of more sex it would still be so worth it. But it’s actually more like icing on the cake. Sweet sticky icing sprayed all over the hot gooey cake.

After some foreplay that started as idle chat and flirtation and continued to licking and sucking she asked me to take her slowly with long deep thrusts. I was game and readily complied. It was awesome. Once I had the right rhythm going it was clear that I could have kept oil-welling on her for hours. I was hard but nowhere near going off accidentally. She was getting wetter and wetter as if her body was tapping into some secret reserve of wonderful lady juices. Alas it was getting late and we would still have to get up for work in the morning.

So when she started into her gentle moans and chirps that told me that she was ready for the big “O” I picked up the pace. I completely gave up on the slow and steady game and accelerated to battle speed. (And yes, sometimes I can almost hear the Ben Hur ship drum when we are going at it.) We only really kept this pace for a few minutes but it was an intense and satisfying few minutes in the entire symphony of our pleasure. She clamped down on me with her vagina and I pounded hard as we climaxed in unison.

Sometimes I’m afraid that we’re going to break furniture or something. It honestly wouldn’t be the first time that we had broken stuff in the throes of passion. And frankly if a couch or bed gives its life for such an activity it’s hard to deny the honor it earned in the process. Hell if I was an arm chair or something that’s how I’d want to go!

It’s hard to beat a night’s sleep after that kind of romp. It was one of those experiences that I want to relate and tell about but there’s just no way I could do it in real life. Enter Married Freaks. As I said at the beginning of the post it has been horribly therapeutic for us and I hope that it’s enjoyable to read as well.

We’ve got new toys coming today!  Bedtime cannot get here soon enough.

Perfectly fine.  Just as long as it isn’t accompanied by pointing.

Giggling can be sexy.  Silliness can be sexy.  It’s all part of sharing a part of yourself, and how many of us try to keep the absolutely ridiculous buried deep inside?  Or the juvenile?

The other night, Clint and I crawled into bed, and I snuggled up next to him.  And for some reason, I was feeling silly.

So I wiggled on top of him telling him that I was his blanket.

But that wasn’t silly enough.  Oh no.  At that point, I said:

I’m the sexasaurus!  Rawr!

It devolved into giggling and jokes about how it was difficult to undress him with my little arms.

And now, in public, I can turn to him and say, ‘Rawr!’ and we get to share our sexy silly joke.

I am not generally a fan of winter.  I don’t like the cold.  I don’t like piling on layers to get out of the house.

But I do love that the chill in the house makes us extra cuddly in the night.

I have rather long hair that I braid before bed so as not to wake up with a rat’s nest on my head.  Braiding it has the added advantage of keeping Clint from inhaling it when he cuddles up around me.  (That, and since it’s nice and thick makes a good impromptu handle when the need arises.)

And that’s how I woke up this morning.  I was curled up on my right side with Clint wrapped around me tightly.  His arms around me and his cock nestled between my butt cheeks.  Sweet and sexy intimacy even when we’re sleeping. Of course, that led into my favorite morning activity.

The cold nights will eventually give way to warmer ones, but for now, I’ll enjoy the shared body heat.

There are a lot of obvious benefits of sexuality that I don’t feel a need to detail. Why beat a dead horse right?

I mentioned previously (alright so it’s a brag more than a mention) that Penny and I are having sex more often than eating recently (unless you count oral sex ;P). We’ve never had this much sex before. We are really pushing the envelope and I hope it is sustainable. It has been a fairly recent thing but has been going on for long enough that I’m starting to believe that it’s the new lifestyle rather than a fleeting phase. I think it has a lot to do with a renewed intimacy between the two of us that can be attributed to taking openness and communication to a new level. There are a few benefits to this development that I never would have anticipated.

When you are participating in intercourse fifteen to twenty times a week the body responds. First of all it demands maintenance of the schedule. When the schedule gets interrupted the craving comes in the same way as a chemical addiction. I’m no biologist but it likely is a chemical addiction. Sexual intercourse releases dopamine and all kinds of feel good juices in the body. When the body is accustomed to these chemicals in it isn’t getting them in the same dosage it will complain.

Not only does my body demand more sex now, it has dramatically increased my stamina. What would have been a twenty minute romp six months ago may be an hour long marathon of multiple rolling orgasms now. Who could have imagined that increasing frequency could exponentially increase duration? I did not see that coming but I am not complaining in the least.

With such dramatic increase in sexual frequency and duration come fitness results. Good sex is a lot of physical work believe it or not. My appetite for food and need for calories has increased. After one of the previously mentioned hour long marathons I often feel a lactic burn in my thighs, calves, abs, butt, chest, and arms. I’ve watched my body shrink in some softer places and grow in muscle. Yesterday I was admiring Penelope’s ass and noted with a little surprise and a lot of delight that it was not filling up her pants the way it did only a few weeks ago. In fact her thighs and butt have taken on significant tone that she hasn’t had for many years. I’ve always thought Penny was sexy but this is a welcome change to her body. I didn’t imagine that banging her more would actually make her more attractive.

Last thing in the evening, intercourse is a great natural sedative and it will aid in an excellent night’s sleep. First thing in the morning sex is more effective in waking up a sleepy head than a cup of coffee. Intimacy on this level is a great ego boost and adds to self confidence in daily life. It is a whole lot more fun than going to they gym but seems to have similar benefits. I’ve noticed an all over increase in energy levels for both of us. For monogamous couples I would highly recommend talking openly and plainly about sex and bump up your frequency if you think you can handle it. It does take some work both in working it into the schedule of life and in the actual act of copulating more often but once you get started it gets easier and stays a whole lot of fun. So turn off your computer and go get after it!

My goodness!  Well that’s news to me.  Clint is going to be so surprised!

This really was the fortune that came out of my fortune cookie this evening. The cute girl that runs the register does get flirtatious…

I find myself becoming more and more of  morning person lately.  Maybe that has something to do with daily putting morning wood to good use. Clint pointed out the other day that we were doing it more than eating lately.  And it’s true.  You didn’t really think we were getting all of that done after the requisite hugs and tucking in of offspring, did you?

If you want to have more sex (and why wouldn’t you), sometimes you’ve got to be more creative and flexible about your schedule.  So we work in a nice romp before coffee.  It’s great. You’re already in bed anyway.

Think it won’t work for you?  Well here, lemme give you a few pointers

1. Ditch the flannel PJ pants.

Really, they aren’t hot.  I know they are comfortable.  I know they are warm.  You know what else is warm and comfortable?  Skin to skin cuddling.  How can you resist having some morning play when you wake up with your partner’s naked body already wrapped around yours?  Besides, if you are like me, you’re kind of groggy pre-caffination.  I don’t want to fumble around with drawstrings and whatnot.

2. Think sexy thoughts as you go to sleep

This one has the added bonus of triggering potentially awesome dream fucking.  Sometimes that transfers into your bed and you wake up to find you are acting out your dreams.  That mental picture of your partner’s assets, focus on that. Helps if you just done something fun and sexy with your partner before settling down for the night.

3. Be making as much physical contact as possible as you nod off.

Sexy snuggling leads to sexy mornings.

4. Set that alarm just a few minutes earlier than you really need to get out of bed.

We all have our time crunch in the morning.  I promise you though, there are buttons that are far more fun to press than that snooze.

5.  In that groggy fog, stroke your partner.

Start down the spine.  Over the hips.  Up the thighs.  Work your way into the sensitive areas.

6. Use whatever position you fall into.

Are you spooning?  Twisted around into some kind of dual pretzel?  Don’t stress about it.  Just move into it.  This isn’t the time to try something new unless if just kind of happens that way.  Kudos to you if you’re an AM contortionist.

7. Don’t stress.

Yeah, your hair is a mess, your breath could kill a canary, you’ve got pillow creases on your cheeks, and neither of you should give a damn.  If you’re getting up early enough to get the kids to school and get yourself to work, it’s probably dark in the bedroom anyway.  Just enjoy each other.

You know what else is great about morning sex?  It gives your day a sexy start.  While you trudge through your day juggling numbers and counting beans, you thinking about getting home to your lover.  And it’s way more fun to think about going home to my lover than my husband or the father of my offspring, even though all titles apply.

We are working hard to make this site fun and enjoyable, but once in a while, something serious may cross these pages.

Such is the case with very public suicide letter of Bill Zeller.  I am not going to excerpt or reprint it here.  But I do encourage you to read it.

I bring it up to point out the horror of abuse.  I talk a lot about emotional intimacy.  Bill Zeller was unable to have that because he was intimate with what he called the darkness instead.

If you are intimate with the darkness, get help.  Friend, family, professional, whatever it takes.  The things that put the darkness in his life never, ever should have happened, and he should not have had to suffer as he did.  Help is available.  Tell someone.  Banish the darkness from your life.