HNW - Camping
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Posted:Jul 15, 2014 11:47 pm
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I love camping, and I LOVE camping naked. This was shot in my favorite spot in all the world, Deep Creek Hot Springs in the San Bernardino Mountains of Southern California. If you ever want to go and are near San Diego, look me up as I lead hikes and campouts there several times a year.
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Detained in Orderville, Part 2
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Posted:Jul 15, 2014 10:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2014 1:53 pm
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Fair warning: This is going to get a bit darker now, and the more erotic part (to me) is yet to come. Hopefully you'll feel a little bit of that erotic fear...
If you missed the first part, please read it here: Detained in Orderville, Part 1
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The desert heat slammed us as Deputy Monroe opens the door. But we are frozen in terror. How can this be happening? Have we somehow wandered onto the set of some horror film?
Monroe pulled Carrie out with a yank on her arm. We were in shock. But Carrie is a strong and composed woman and started to ask, "Indecent exposure? There was nothing showing, deputy! This can't be right. I demand to call my attorney."
SLAP! The deputy slapped her across the face. "Didn't you hear me, slut? In Orderville we respect the old ways. Women don't speak unless asked a question. I didn't ask you anything so you will not speak again, do you understand?"
Carrie, clearly afraid now, nodded in silence. She knew that if she fought back, despite her training, it would only end far worse for her.
We saw across the square from the town hall that a crowd was gathering. Most of them were dressed in the old Mormon style, black trousers and long skirts, white shirts. A few of the men had beards, but all the women had their hair pulled tightly back and braided. Everyone looked like a throwback to 1880.
Some of the crowd moved closer, and an older woman, long faced and grim, yelled out “Sluts! Whores! You’ll get your comeuppance!”
The other deputy pulled Carrie's hands behind her back, snapped handcuffs on them and led her away toward the town hall.
Monroe turned his attention back to the car and pulled Paula out. He stared for a moment at her nipples poking through her thin t-shirt. He gathered one of her tits in her hand through the shirt, twisted the nipple and said “Are you enjoying this young lady? You won’t be so happy when you get your sentence. Just be thankful we’re not stoning whores like you like we did in the old days.” Then he handcuffed her too. The other deputy returned and led her away.
I was left alone with the deputies. They pulled me out. I was terrified now too and could only imagine how the women must have felt. I managed to say "Officer we are just passing through and need help. This seems so un-Christian! If we've offended you we are very sorry. What is going to happen here?"
Monroe replied with a sneer "It's Deputy. And you have been charged with an offense against the state, God and the Church. Are you married to those women?"
"No." I replied.
"Too bad. That makes it even worse. We respect the old ways here in Orderville. We still abide by the ways of the old church, and if you were a Mormon you could be married to both of them here, but since you're not Mormon or married to either one you've brought corruption into our city. I'm citing you for the additional charge of violating code 518, Corrupting Women's Morals, and you'll be brought to trial with your sluts. Take him to the Sinner's room, Hank."
The other deputy yanked my arms tightly together against my back. He snapped handcuffs on me and led me into the building. Inside there were perfect white corridors with dark wood trim and dull brass fittings on the doors. Pinching my upper arm, he led me around two corners to a door labeled "Sinner's Reparations Preparation Room." He opened the door and threw me in.
I saw an empty room, no chairs or other furniture, but one wall holding a big LCD screen. Paula and Carrie were sitting on the floor, transfixed by the images flashing on the screen. They were of 4 naked women and one man, tied to posts, with the caption, "Jonas Smith and his wives. Crime: Sex outside of wedlock" The women and the man were all pale white, the youngest of the women a girl perhaps 17, the oldest with gray hair and a tired sad frame. The torturer was a large bald white man who clearly enjoyed his work. He wielded a long single tail whip. He started at one end of the row of 5, delivering a terrible stroke to the first wife's ass that immediately left a red welt, and moved on to the next victim, the second wife, as the first started screaming. I can only imagine the terror in the third wife’s eye as she heard the whip crack on the second’s tender white ass, and the scream that followed, knowing she was next. And so he continued to the third wife, the fourth wife, and finally the husband. With him he really let go, delivering a stinging blow that left a drop of blood where the whip curled around his hip. And it continued another round.
If this was meant to instill fear in us, it was doing a good job. I ran to Paula and Carrie and snuggled as close to them as I could, given that none of us had the use of our hands. But I was little comfort myself as the video was so unnerving.
The TV continued to play the scene of torture. Each victim received 10 lashes to the back and ass, and by the fourth or fifth stroke each was crying and screaming in pain and fear.
The video ended and the screen went blank. I looked at Carrie and Paula and each was frozen in fear, sobbing into each other’s shoulders and unable to hold one another since their hands were still cuffed behind their backs. We sat in silence, fearing our fate could be as terrible and painful as what we’d just witnessed.
What must have been only about 20 minutes later, but seemed like hours, we heard the sound of keys and heavy footsteps outside the locked door. Someone put a key in the door, and slammed it open. Deputy Monroe looked at us with malevolent glee and said “Time for you sinners to meet Judge Dean.”
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Detained in Orderville, Part 1
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Posted:Jul 10, 2014 2:54 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2014 6:18 pm
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This story has been brewing for a while, with the help of a couple of lovers both of whom are very sexual, kinky and great writers themselves And today I received some solicited help from friend and fellow blogger Eros_Space and incorporated some of his suggestions in this rewrite. The town of Orderville is a real town in southern Utah. All the rest is fictional. I would love your feedback as it's my first erotic fiction.
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I founded an erotic travel club a few years ago with two friends of mine, Carrie and Paula. We like to hit the open road and feel the fresh air of distant places upon our faces. The freshness of new vistas takes us out of our daily routine and makes us want to explore the world and each other. The gals and I are especially fond of small towns and rural stretches of America. We like that Main Street USA vibe and dig the common folks we meet along the way. Usually we discover charming company and soak up the rustic ambience in diners, pool halls and funky roadside motels. Small town folks are generally friendly, but not always. As Jim Morrison once said, people are strange when you’re a stranger.
Carrie and Paula are professional teases. You don’t have to ask them twice to dress provocatively, and as natural born exhibitionists, they understand and appreciate full well the effect an erect nipple under a thin shirt or a short skirt can have on a mechanic, a cowboy or a truck driver.
Paula is 5'3" with an athletic build, perfect handful B cup breasts, a very hungry pussy and an ass that loves to be squeezed and fucked. She was raised by highway gypsies, itinerant workers more or less who gravitated to anywhere there was a paycheck. She escaped one day with a renegade biker and found herself in the big city where she had to rely upon the skills she was given. Paula has a certain edge to her, but it comes with a heart of gold and if you earn her trust there isn’t anything she won’t do for a friend. That’s reassuring at times.
Carrie is 5'6" and a strongly built and commanding woman with DD tits and the most luscious lips you will ever taste. Don’t think her kisses come easy though. She has a sassy tongue to complement those lips, and a black belt in taekwondo that comes in handy when gentlemen don’t respect her boundaries. Carrie worked for the circus briefly as an acrobat, and met a Las Vegas hotel owner that she married on a lark. The union was short-lived, but the divorce left her highly independent as a woman of means. We all have an easy friendship and have traveled and played well together for a long, long time.
Last year Paula, Carrie and I were driving the back roads of southern Utah. We had come to see a lunar eclipse in the clear desert night, and ended up camping out by chance with a gathering of Hopi Shamans. Late that night, the majority of them scattered on individual walkabouts, but one particular shaman, who went by the name of Joaquin Little Dove, invited us to stay at the campsite and embark on a spiritual journey with him. We couldn’t say no.
He introduced us to peyote, and we spent the night inside our heads, hearing our totem animals and retching. My totem is a skunk – I’d known this since a shaman lover had tested me . In the morning he shared his scrambled eggs for breakfast, then we left and followed our free spirits in excess of 100 miles per hour down desolate yet strangely scenic stretches of Route 89. So into our interior journeys were the three of us that we neglected to notice the flashing red light on the dashboard, and consequently our car overheated approximately 27 miles from the nearest town, Orderville. The irony didn’t pass us. There was anything but order. If I could name the place I would have called it Abandoned Flats. The wind whistled desperately through the rocks and arches, and there seemed nothing alive for miles.
Now modern man tends to reach for his phone in a situation like this, but I’m here to say that there are still certain portions of America where no cell service exists. Twenty-seven miles from Orderville was such a place, giving us very few options. We could A) walk for hours;  hope help would just show up; or C) hitchhike into town and get help – if destiny willing, a motorist would per chance pass our way.
Well, with two beautiful women who know how to tease men, it seemed the obvious choice to use their skills and assets to get help. We were all wearing shorts. Paula's were tight and showed off her ass to my great enjoyment and were topped by a thin, tight T shirt perfectly filled by her small breasts. In just a few minutes under the blazing desert sun, all of our shirts were drenched in sweat, turning us all into participants in a wet T-shirt contest. Under Paula’s thin shirt her brownish nipples poked through quite clearly. Carrie's top was tied below her perfect, heavy boobs and open down to one button. Any straight male driver would be very happy to see them.
So Paula and Carrie stepped in front of me on the shoulder of the road, Carrie's deep cleavage and Paula's pointy nipples bright beacons for the next truck driver that might come along. But instead of a truck driver, we got even better! The Kane County Sherriff that pulled up would get us there safely, or could even radio for help! As Deputy Monroe pulled up alongside I watched his eyes fix on the two women. I couldn't blame him - they wanted him to look! But there was something other than just the normal male lust in his eyes. He looked at the women with a mix of desire and disdain.
“Having car trouble, friends?” He spoke softly, in the way of polite Mormon men, but there was a hardness to his words. There was no kindness behind the question.
“Yes, deputy,” replied the ever aware Carrie. “Our car overheated. Can you radio to the nearest mechanic and get us some help? Our cell phones don’t seem to work here.”
“I’ll do better than that, folks. Get in the car and I’ll take you to Orderville. We will take good care of you there.”
He bundled us into the back seat of his patrol car and we headed north to Orderville.
As we rode in the locked back seat behind the steel mesh partition, we heard Deputy Monroe radio ahead that "he had two women and one man on a possible 402 and could they ready the sinner's room please. And let Judge Dean know." We looked at one another in concern hearing Monroe’s transmission. At first we were glad to be in the air conditioned car after the desert heat. The sweat drying on our skin in the cold car, along with the ominous radio transmission, had us all feeling chilled.
“Deputy, are we under arrest?” I asked.
“No, I just want to make sure of something when we get to town. We will get you back on the road soon enough.” Once again, the coldness in his voice spoke to a different intent than his words.
Pulling into town I notice the usual Utah small town features- Subway sandwiches, Foster Freeze, the Mormon church that dominates the landscape and a very imposing town hall. Deputy Monroe drove past the only car mechanic in town and straight into the town hall parking lot. Now I was really wondering what was going on!
There was another deputy there to greet us. He and Monroe went to the door opposite from me and opened it, speaking now in that unmistakable voice of authority "You are all under arrest for violating Kane County Civil Code 402, Indecent Exposure with Intent to Corrupt the Morals of our fair city. You are hereby remanded to the Sinner's Reparations Department. We respect the old ways here in Orderville. Judge Dean will see you in an hour. Now get out of the car one by one. You will be handcuffed and processed for trial."
TO BE CONTINUED
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A New Lover Proves Me Wrong
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Posted:Jul 6, 2014 11:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:18 pm
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A few weeks ago while at a play party I had a brief encounter with a female friend I had known for years but mostly from a distance. We "ran some energy" as we say in the Tantra world, and had a very electrifying kiss. We agreed to plan a play date. That date was today.
At the time of the party I already had a lover with whom I had felt the most astonishing, perfect sexual connection. I was quite sure that connection was unique in all the world and that if I lost it my life would be ruined. Well I did lose that connection, and in the process hurt her, even though it was all unintentional. So I have been feeling the double pain of remorse for the pain caused and sadness for the lost connection.
This afternoon I was proven wrong. My new lover and I have an astonishingly powerful connection and I know now that the depth of my experience was not unique to that other lover. So I was able to let go of that sense of loss. I still am deeply remorseful about the pain I caused her, and I still want her back, but I know if that never happens I will still have other rich and powerful sexual connections.
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Celebrating your naked independence!
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Posted:Jul 4, 2014 7:07 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:19 pm
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Today my ex-wife and at least two other friends are joining me at Black's Beach, the famous nude beach in San Diego. We are celebrating our independence from the oppressive fabric of society! If you're in San Diego, come join us. We will be near the yellow volleyball poles.
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Be thankful for every heartbreak
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Posted:Jul 3, 2014 5:49 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:19 pm
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I recently broke trust with the best lover I've ever had. And much of what made her that best lover was the immense amount of trust and intimacy we had created. Yes, our bodies fit perfectly, but it was our hearts meshing that created the intense sexual connection I felt.
So there is a silver lining in this. We are still friends and spending time together. But the bigger value is this: I have recognized in myself obstacles and addictions, and an impulse to power that I thought long ago burned out of my system. I have felt desperate about this the past few days, in remorse over the damage I caused her, in sadness over the lost connection, and in self-inquiry over why it happened. I have been looking deeply within at this. Once again (it happens three or four times a year, it seems) I need to transform something major in myself.
Have you had a heartbreak that made you look deeply at yourself? What did you find?
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Why blog on FriendFinder-x?
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Posted:Jun 30, 2014 10:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2015 5:47 am
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Seriously, I am wondering this...
I have a few friends for whom this appears to be their primary blogging outlet.
Now, I love sex. I love playing with myself. I love writing about sex. I especially love playing with others. And this is the biggest online community devoted to sex, so you have the biggest audience. yet...
This community is fragmented at best and hostile at worst. It's a microcosm of the general population, rather than a focused sub-culture. Sub-cultures tend to be supportive, whereas this venue seems to attract vultures and predators, to an even greater extent than the default world. What makes us want to even try?
Is it that, like Facebook, it's the lowest common denominator and biggest available audience? Is it that we blog because we hope we'll get dates and sex because we're bloggers?
Please help me understand why I'm here.
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The intoxication of memory
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Posted:Jun 25, 2014 1:49 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:20 pm
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My lover visited tonight. We spent much of the time in quiet conversation, processing some difficult moments from the prior week.
We had less sex than we often do, but we came together and I shuddered for several minutes, our energy and juices mingling in their own form of deep conversation.
She left a couple of hours ago. And I have her delicious fragrance on my fingers to remind me.
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The other safe sex conversation
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Posted:Jun 20, 2014 7:44 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:21 pm
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This brilliant question: “What is it going to mean to you if we have sex?” is not my own work, but I believe it’s just as important to ask and emotionally even more powerful than the standard safe sex conversation. It’s the work of Steve Bearman of Interchange Counseling. This is a transcript of his video of February 4, 2014. I’m reposting it here with his permission and support, and I really encourage you to read all the way through the transcript:
The Other Safe Sex Conversation
Steve Bearman
February 4, 2014
Sex can be one of the greatest ways to enjoy being alive. But in the jungle of human relationships it can be difficult to decide just who it is that you want to share such intimacies with. In trying to determine the suitability and desirability of a perspective new sexual partner, there are at least three things that you probably want to keep in mind.
The first is that there are certain things that you want to be able to share and exchange with this person, for instance, pleasure and intimacy.
But there are other things that you probably know you don’t want to share and exchange with this new person and that’s where the standard safe sex conversation comes in. More about that in a second.
The third thing, and in some ways the most important, is that there are some things you can’t yet know whether or not you want to share and exchange with that person. That’s why the “other” safe sex conversation is important.
But first, for the standard safe sex conversation, because that forms the model for the other safe sex conversation.
You probably know that with a new person you don’t want to share or exchange certain undesirable microorganisms. And the way to minimize the likelihood of this is to have a conversation that involves a series of questions, and the main question is, “Do you have any sexually transmitted infections or STI’s, that you know about?” There’s a series of other questions that you can ask that help you decide how certain you are about the person’s knowledge of their own status. Like you might ask them, “Have you had any symptoms of STI’s? Or have you had any of those symptoms lately? When was the last time you got tested? How often do you get tested? Do you have any other sexual partners, and what are your safe sex practices with them?” And so on. Some of these questions can also help you determine the likelihood of sharing and exchanging pregnancy producing, reproductive sex cells, which are also something most people don’t want to share with a new sexual partner.
So that’s all pretty straightforward. Now, if you don’t have the standard safe sex conversation as a matter of course, please get some practice having it. Even get some practice just with friends. After you manage to ask those questions a few times, it becomes quite easy to do. It allows you to protect yourself and to protect this person you’re about to share this new level of intimacy with. It also makes you a more responsible member of the extended sexual communities that you enter into, anytime that you have sex with somebody new.
That’s a pretty straightforward conversation because it’s about the sharing and exchanging of microorganisms and reproductive sex cells. But there’s something even more interesting here that is where the other safe sex conversation comes in. It’s about something you don’t yet know you want to share or exchange with this new person. That is the kind of meaning they give to sex.
What does sex mean to them?
To find that out, and to find out whether your meanings and their meanings are compatible, requires another safe sex conversation, which is just another series of questions, where the main question is, “What is going to mean to you if we have sex?”
It’s a really great question to ask because it’s not hard to imagine a scenario where one person’s answer would be, “Well I wanna feel more bonded with you. Sex is a way to get bonded and get closer because I’m trying to decide whether I think you might be a good life partner for me and it’s possible that you might and I wanna make sure that I am sexually compatible with my life partner, so I want us to have this experience together but it’s really about deepening our relationship to see what kind of commitment we want to make.”
In the meanwhile, the other person would answer the question by saying, “God, sex doesn’t really mean that much to me at all. It’s really just a way of having fun and I hate it when people make such a big deal out of it.”
Now you can tell if one person has one meaning and the other person has the other meaning, and they don’t have this conversation, that afterwards they’re going to get into a lot of trouble.
If instead they have the conversation, and they both answer honestly, then they’re able to catch each other’s meanings. And they can figure out, do they want to catch one another’s meaning? It’s like catching a disease: you can catch a meaning and it’s not necessarily a meaning that you want to have. If you’re that incompatible with somebody going in, you know that afterwards there are going to be some consequences, potentially disastrous ones. So, having the conversation allows you to decide whether you want to take that risk with somebody.
On the other hand, if you find out that you both have very similar kinds of answers, then that can be very reassuring. It can allow something in you to relax that you didn’t even know was tense, so that you feel safer, more secure, more open, more able to be vulnerable going into a new sexual interaction. So it’s really great to have the conversation.
But it doesn’t end there. It’s not merely a matter of whether your meanings are opposed to one another or aligned with one another. People can have all kinds of meanings that you would never expect. And some of them you will find quite inspiring, and others you may find quite horrifying. You can learn from the experience, about whether this is somebody that you want to engage in sex with. You can also find out if there is something available for you by sharing their meanings that you wouldn’t have known about in advance. So here are some kinds of answers someone might give, that you might or might not expect, to answer the question.
One person might say, “Sex is for me is really just a way of getting to know people. Like, I just want to get to know you better, and it’s a deep kind of way of getting to know each other, so we can figure out what the right relationship for us is afterwards. Which might mean having a sexual or romantic relationship, or that we just decide to be friends, or that we have a kind of family bond that’s different but that’s not about sex. I really just want to get to know you this way. I think it’s an interesting way to get to know people.”
Somebody else might say something like, “Sex for me is a spiritual practice. We have become so cut off, so divided from our connection with everything. And the kind of union and communion that happens in sex, I feel can bring us back into connection with the Universe, and it brings us closer to God. That’s what sex is for me, and it’s a practice that I’m interested in engaging in with you.”
Someone else might say, “Well I am having sex right now in my life because I am working on my sexuality. I don’t want this to seem impersonal, but there’s some work I’m trying to do. I’m trying to free myself of sexual shame that I’ve been conditioned with. Or, I want to have some positive sexual experiences to override the negative sexual abuse that I’ve experienced in my past. Or maybe, I’m trying to explore what my sexual orientation really is and so I’m just exploring and experimenting and I’m hoping you would be wiling to experiment with me. I think some healing could happen in our relationship. I trust you to be somebody I can heal with.”
Somebody else, might say something like, “Sex is just another activity that friends can do together and I think we’re friends. I really enjoy our friendship, and we can play checkers right now, or we can go sailing, or we can have sex. Sex is just a really rich and interesting kind of activity to engage in with friends. I don’t think it changes whether or not we’re friends, or what kind of relationship we have. It’s just a part of our friendship.
Somebody else might say something like, “If I have sex with you, it means that you’ve passed the test. I don’t feel that safe with many people. For me to be interested and engaging sexually with you means you passed the test and I feel that safe with you. So I’m assuming we’re deepening into a much greater level of commitment by having sex with each other, because I’m finally being vulnerable with you in a way that I rarely am with anybody.”
And there are many more kinds of meanings that somebody might give. In fact, somebody might say something like, “I’m really not that interested in sex with you. I’m not even particularly attracted to you, but I really love you, and I care about our connection. I can tell sex matters to you, so I kind of want to do it for you. I’m not really self-sacrificing. It’s not that it will be bad for me. It’s just that I’m really orienting toward you, and I wanna do it because it’s something that you’ll enjoy.”
Now, all of these are very different from one another. Some of them may be inspiring to you, like “Oh I want to try that one out.” And some of them may be horrifying to you, like “Oh, I don’t want to go anywhere near that”.
But you’ll know more about it if you have the conversation and then ask a further series of questions to know more about what that meaning means to them. Questions like, “Do you expect that we’ll sleepover afterwards? What do you expect will happen tomorrow if we have sex today, or tonight? Is there an assumption about level of commitment? Is there an assumption about exclusivity, about not having sex with other people if we have sex with each other? Is there a kind of frequency that you’re going to expect us to date or have sex with if we do have sex now and we both like it?”
These are all kinds of things you would like to know in advance, and it allows you to make a conscious choice about what you’re going into.
Calling any of these conversations “safe sex” conversations is kind of a funny thing to call them. It’s not really about safety, although that is one component of what we are talking about. Really what they are is just sex conversations, and it’s really good to have sex conversations.
And the only reason we don’t have them a lot more, especially with new prospective partners, is because we’ve learned to carry so much shame about our sexualities and about the nature of sex. Having open, honest conversations about sex not only allows us to be safer and protect ourselves and each other, but it just allows us to get to know each other better and more deeply before entering into this kind of extraordinary intimacy with one another.
If you can’t have this kind of intimacy verbally and on the level of meanings, on the level of what’s really true for you, on the level of honesty, then it’s harder to have real intimacy when engaged physically with one another. If you can have this conversation in advance, sex is much better, it can go much deeper, much richer, and you can be more relaxed entering into the process, which allows you to be much more excited about it.
So have the standard safe sex conversation, but also ask people, “What is it going to mean to you if we have sex?”
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HNW Tools!
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Posted:Jun 18, 2014 8:36 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:22 pm
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Happy HNW! A couple of quick shots today with my second favorite drill. And one from a road trip in 2009 to Critical Massive, a Burning Man Regional Event in Seattle. In that one, I've got my favorite tool belt - the one that carries my iPhone and my coffee & alcohol mug.
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Partnered or Single, and Sex as a drug.
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Posted:Jun 16, 2014 5:42 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:22 pm
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I find that after 32 years of being continuously partnered, followed by 9 months of being single, I'm not yet sure which form works for me. There's a security need I feel to have someone to come home to, with whom to share my life. I'm much happier sleeping with a lover than by myself. And I like to be deeply connected with my lovers, sharing as much of our heart space as possible. I like to know her family, her fears, her needs and wants and tears. And I will share as much of me as she is willing to accept.
This need gets me into trouble as I project my own desires for deeper connection into new relationship and push for more than the relationship can hold. I can be obsessive about it, the stronger the attraction is. I've done damage to myself and my lovers with this and am learning how to let go of this pattern. But this pattern is deeply in me, and I’m not always conscious of how it gets turned on. For example, with a recent lover I found myself becoming obsessed about her whenever I was not with her, especially right after a night of making love. The sexual connection between us is very strong. We have fucked all night and well into the morning, and still I find myself unsated. Indeed I find myself so elevated in each experience of lovemaking with her, that I feel let down when she is gone and want to get back to her as soon as possible. And in an unpartnered relationship, one that doesn’t set expectations or obligations, I don’t know when that will be, so I slip into insecurity. For me the result of that insecurity can be an unconscious, unaware behavior when that desire is not returned, going into obsession and fear, and imagining all sorts of slights and disasters, instead of simply accepting that my lover cannot love me in the depth of partnership i wish for at the time. That doesn't invalidate her love or mine - but the relationship can't hold more than what one person is offering, and if you try to extract it from an unwilling partner you end up hurting her.
Yet part of me rejoices in the freedom of being unpartnered. To not have to check in with someone about an activity or new person in my life. To trust that my lovers will call me when they want me, and that I can communicate with them freely and without obligations.
I thought I had learned and upgraded my patterns in this. I'm glad to still be learning.
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Three way kiss
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Posted:Jun 11, 2014 12:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2014 11:23 pm
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Tonight I introduced my lovers to one another.
One is athletic and just a few years younger than I, with the most erotic mind and delicious body I've ever known. We can fuck for hours, moaning in an eternal climax, or telling our wildest fantasies while I slowly move in her.
The other is much younger, a student, voluptuous, with big breasts and nipples, and the most luscious lips you will ever taste. And she can come over and over all night long.
We met for dinner, the two women sitting next to one another, touching at the hips sometimes, my legs moving up and down theirs. We all held hands across the table waiting for our food, and talked about our lives, loves and lovers. I could look in each of their eyes and see the love and lust for me in each. And I could see the lust beginning to grow between them.
We went back to the student's place to drop her off. She's nearing the end of her school quarter and had papers to write. And as we started out the door, the two of them kissed. Briefly I joined in, a three way kiss, our tongues teasing one another. Then my younger lover pushed the other to the wall, and enveloped her mouth with those big, juicy lips. I watched from inches away, their eyes closed, hearing their moans, the soft wetness of their lips as their mouths moved together, their tongues playing in each other's mouths. I moved my hands down to caress each of their asses as my older lover held the younger one's breast. The kiss went on for minutes and I could feel the warm glow of each of my lovers radiating into my hands.
But we had to leave, else the student wouldn't pass her courses. We left her wanting us, that look of lust in her eyes as we left. My older lover and I drove home, her hand stroking my cock and mine her clit, as we couldn't possibly wait until getting home.
Friday we are all meeting again. I can't wait.
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