Q:Im just loving the amount o pictures you post lately! :) But it would be nice to know wich ones are taken recently and wich ones are from your earlier "adventures" Anyways love you guys

Anonymous

Hmmm, honestly there used to be much more.  This blog used to just document our sex life…not that we always took pictures, but it’s something I really like doing, so the line between photo shoot and having sex got blurry for me.

Lately there are fewer pictures of contemporary events ‘cause we aren’t fucking all that much…and we’re moving into some new stage of our relationship.  Lots of things have happened that we haven’t talked about, partially ‘cause they’re still too unsettled, partially ‘cause they’re sad.

But today you get adventures, and fun ones.  Here’s our texting from the last ten hours or so:

LGS (10:38pm) Pleasantly drunk.  No e, but ok tonight wasn’t a total bust.

LGS (12:10am) Blahhhh

LGS (3:18am) So I, um, fucked the kyle reese lookalike. ‘twas amazing

LGS (10:00am) I am well bruised and well used.

BMCMFM (10:02am) That’s a good start! But your reports gonna be longer!  Due on tumblr by the close of business today! You texting from his bed?

LGS (10:11am) Si. And it will be. Imma come over in a bit. And apparently my opening line to him was “I want to fuck you”

Then she sent me a picture of the Hitachi Magic Wand he used on her…

***** Or you can just look at the hair. Blonde braids means it’s current -LGS

Q:How is the situation between you and lgs going? I think most of us followers are really desperate for info. And btw, im not from the states so i dont know much about it but i hope youre well and safe regarding the boston situation!

Anonymous

Eh, hard to say.  And there’s some sort of emotional non-disclosure agreement.  Though she has a craigslist ad up looking for someone to fuck, if that tells you anything.

***edit*** she feels I should point out a few weeks ago I fucked someone from craigslist too.  And that I just wanna make myself seem like the victim here.  But honestly there’s a novella’s worth of other shit gone down lately, that’s all still embargoed until publication.

I was thinking about the first time I gave someone a spanking.  It was with my second serious girlfriend (meaning, one I lived with).  We had always fucked, a LOT, but without much talking about it, or anything kinky.  Early on she learned when I had to wake up to get to work in the morning, and would wake me up with her hand on my cock to get her morning sex.  But she was shy when it came to talking about it, and so was I, back then.  So for a long time our sex life was frequent, vigorous, and fun, but relatively vanilla.   One day, maybe six months in, instead of the usual foreplay (touching, licking, kissing) I pulled her over my lap and spanked her…and it turned me on like nothing else ever had. She had jean shorts on, and red panties, and I left the panties on but jerked the shorts down around her knees.  I didn’t spank her hard, but I was definitely holding her down.  And from then on that sorta thing became a regular part of our sex.  We didn’t call it BDSM or anything, or identify that way, we were total innocents.  Honestly, at that point I hadn’t ever even really had access to internet porn, only what one could get with dial up, so I had no idea, it was all on instinct, and vague things gleaned from Anais Nin and Nancy Friday and letters to Penthouse.  And for a long time it was just light spanking and holding her hands over her head.   But one day we got really stoned and a little tipsy… continued in our ebook!
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I was thinking about the first time I gave someone a spanking.  It was with my second serious girlfriend (meaning, one I lived with).  We had always fucked, a LOT, but without much talking about it, or anything kinky.  Early on she learned when I had to wake up to get to work in the morning, and would wake me up with her hand on my cock to get her morning sex.  But she was shy when it came to talking about it, and so was I, back then.  So for a long time our sex life was frequent, vigorous, and fun, but relatively vanilla.  

One day, maybe six months in, instead of the usual foreplay (touching, licking, kissing) I pulled her over my lap and spanked her…and it turned me on like nothing else ever had. She had jean shorts on, and red panties, and I left the panties on but jerked the shorts down around her knees.  I didn’t spank her hard, but I was definitely holding her down.  And from then on that sorta thing became a regular part of our sex.  We didn’t call it BDSM or anything, or identify that way, we were total innocents.  Honestly, at that point I hadn’t ever even really had access to internet porn, only what one could get with dial up, so I had no idea, it was all on instinct, and vague things gleaned from Anais Nin and Nancy Friday and letters to Penthouse.  And for a long time it was just light spanking and holding her hands over her head.  

But one day we got really stoned and a little tipsy…

continued in our ebook!

Well this calls for a really long answer, and I’m avoiding work anyway… And of course I’m not exactly 100% sure she IS my girlfriend still.  She came over yesterday, before her slutathon, and snuggled, and talked a little.  She was a little indignant when I asked if we were still in a relationship, saying of course we were, just ‘cause we weren’t having sex right now didn’t change how she felt about me. I did point out that people who care for each other, hang out a lot, share their hopes and dreams, but don’t fuck are actually just close friends, but she claimed the whole not wanting to fuck me thing would pass.  I guess we’ll see, Schrodinger’s Boyfriend until then. BUT, that doesn’t really have anything to do with her fucking other dudes.  We’ve never been sexually exclusive.  For ages she was more involved with that other guy, and I was more like the side piece, and we’ve both had semi-regular fuck buddies during the nearly two years we’ve been sleeping together. And we like it that way.  To each their own of course, and maybe someday I’ll wake up and want to be in a monogamous relationship (though my last long term relationship was open too) but there are at least three reasons why this makes sense to me, for this relationship.
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Well this calls for a really long answer, and I’m avoiding work anyway… And of course I’m not exactly 100% sure she IS my girlfriend still.  She came over yesterday, before her slutathon, and snuggled, and talked a little.  She was a little indignant when I asked if we were still in a relationship, saying of course we were, just ‘cause we weren’t having sex right now didn’t change how she felt about me. I did point out that people who care for each other, hang out a lot, share their hopes and dreams, but don’t fuck are actually just close friends, but she claimed the whole not wanting to fuck me thing would pass.  I guess we’ll see, Schrodinger’s Boyfriend until then. BUT, that doesn’t really have anything to do with her fucking other dudes.  We’ve never been sexually exclusive.  For ages she was more involved with that other guy, and I was more like the side piece, and we’ve both had semi-regular fuck buddies during the nearly two years we’ve been sleeping together. And we like it that way.  To each their own of course, and maybe someday I’ll wake up and want to be in a monogamous relationship (though my last long term relationship was open too) but there are at least three reasons why this makes sense to me, for this relationship.
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Well this calls for a really long answer, and I’m avoiding work anyway… And of course I’m not exactly 100% sure she IS my girlfriend still.  She came over yesterday, before her slutathon, and snuggled, and talked a little.  She was a little indignant when I asked if we were still in a relationship, saying of course we were, just ‘cause we weren’t having sex right now didn’t change how she felt about me. I did point out that people who care for each other, hang out a lot, share their hopes and dreams, but don’t fuck are actually just close friends, but she claimed the whole not wanting to fuck me thing would pass.  I guess we’ll see, Schrodinger’s Boyfriend until then. BUT, that doesn’t really have anything to do with her fucking other dudes.  We’ve never been sexually exclusive.  For ages she was more involved with that other guy, and I was more like the side piece, and we’ve both had semi-regular fuck buddies during the nearly two years we’ve been sleeping together. And we like it that way.  To each their own of course, and maybe someday I’ll wake up and want to be in a monogamous relationship (though my last long term relationship was open too) but there are at least three reasons why this makes sense to me, for this relationship.
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Well this calls for a really long answer, and I’m avoiding work anyway…

And of course I’m not exactly 100% sure she IS my girlfriend still.  She came over yesterday, before her slutathon, and snuggled, and talked a little.  She was a little indignant when I asked if we were still in a relationship, saying of course we were, just ‘cause we weren’t having sex right now didn’t change how she felt about me.

I did point out that people who care for each other, hang out a lot, share their hopes and dreams, but don’t fuck are actually just close friends, but she claimed the whole not wanting to fuck me thing would pass.  I guess we’ll see, Schrodinger’s Boyfriend until then.

BUT, that doesn’t really have anything to do with her fucking other dudes.  We’ve never been sexually exclusive.  For ages she was more involved with that other guy, and I was more like the side piece, and we’ve both had semi-regular fuck buddies during the nearly two years we’ve been sleeping together.

And we like it that way.  To each their own of course, and maybe someday I’ll wake up and want to be in a monogamous relationship (though my last long term relationship was open too) but there are at least three reasons why this makes sense to me, for this relationship.

Q:Does she like you to racially insult her when she's being beaten?

Anonymous

Oh my god no. She would cut off my dick and feed it to me.

I’ve got a working draft of a much longer post about this, and related issues. It started as a response to lots of questions over the last year about our flavor of bdsm.  So often when bdsm shows up online, in commercial porn or on personal blogs, it tends towards the extreme version, heavy on 24/7 domination, master/slave dynamics, and all the associated discourse of total control, absolute submission, and power.

And I really get off on some of this, but it’s never been who I was, and it’s definitely not the LGS. In contrast to 24/7 domination, we’re more like “bedroom only” domination. After the orgasms are over there’s no trace of bdsm in our relationship. I once cleaned her bathroom because, well, it needed it. Her favorite thing, after sex, is to send me out for Indian food while she lays in bed. For me the terms “master” and “slave” always just felt…cheesy? Or something, but definitely not part of my sexual script. For the LGS it has creepy racial connotations too I’m sure.

And (long way around this story) as much as we’re left cold by the 24/7 stuff, we REALLY don’t like race play. I can often enjoy stories, pics, and videos that show types of bdsm I don’t actually enjoy doing, but race play bothers me/unsexy.

Her reaction is much stronger.

A lot of this is just a matter of taste. Some of it is more problematic. But I’d never tell a black person that race play was wrong, if that’s what turned them on, any more than I’d tell a woman she shouldn’t enjoy spanking. I do wonder about the people seeking out race play porn…and sometimes, when I’m really poking around outside my happy little bubble, I wonder about the social origins of my own sexuality, and of all the people who enjoy the porn I make.

Texting Lols

I realized I’d gotten this question when the LGS mentioned it…she said, “I wanted to answer the anon in your inbox by saying “Yes, but I make it impossible.”

She then proceeded to get coked up, pretty drunk, and text harassed me from across the country all night, before telling me a sexy story so I could get off.  

Holiday travel is fun, but there are moments I wish I was home.  And that she was too. I have other fun stories (of hers) to tell though!

Guest Column #1

Ok, so not exactly a guest column.  In reality just a long ask, that got separated into three different asks, ‘cause fucking character limit.  Plus I usually assume that if you ask us a question, it’s ok to publish it, but this time I feel nervous, as this ask is a lot of personal revelation from our “guest columnist” if they didn’t mean it to be public.  And also, it really does say lots of stuff we want said, so hey, guest column!

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I thought I had just dreamed this message, until I found a screen cap of it when I was pulling thanksgiving pics off my phone.  Apparently I saw it, screencap messaged it to the LGS, talked to her about it, and accidentally deleted it in some sort of half-awake haze, a product of my little brothers “hey let’s drink a lot and stay up all night as many nights in a row as we can” family bonding strategy… LGS: Oh yeah, he messaged me too, but he never wrote back after I responded. Me: I wonder why, maybe…oh wait, were you cunty to him? ***long pause LGS: I might have used the word “creepy” But for the record, I’m flattered, and happy to take this opportunity to share my love of men’s underwear in bright, loud colors…
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I thought I had just dreamed this message, until I found a screen cap of it when I was pulling thanksgiving pics off my phone.  Apparently I saw it, screencap messaged it to the LGS, talked to her about it, and accidentally deleted it in some sort of half-awake haze, a product of my little brothers “hey let’s drink a lot and stay up all night as many nights in a row as we can” family bonding strategy… LGS: Oh yeah, he messaged me too, but he never wrote back after I responded. Me: I wonder why, maybe…oh wait, were you cunty to him? ***long pause LGS: I might have used the word “creepy” But for the record, I’m flattered, and happy to take this opportunity to share my love of men’s underwear in bright, loud colors…
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I thought I had just dreamed this message, until I found a screen cap of it when I was pulling thanksgiving pics off my phone.  Apparently I saw it, screencap messaged it to the LGS, talked to her about it, and accidentally deleted it in some sort of half-awake haze, a product of my little brothers “hey let’s drink a lot and stay up all night as many nights in a row as we can” family bonding strategy…

LGS: Oh yeah, he messaged me too, but he never wrote back after I responded.

Me: I wonder why, maybe…oh wait, were you cunty to him?

***long pause

LGS: I might have used the word “creepy”

But for the record, I’m flattered, and happy to take this opportunity to share my love of men’s underwear in bright, loud colors…

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