SinfulSunday: I Think I Detect a Pattern

Silverdrop, who has had a more sheltered life than I have *understatement alert*, recently asked me how many lovers I have had in my lifetime. Well, Laura Antoniou’s definition of sex is something like “Any activity that increases the likelihood of orgasm.” That’s pretty sweeping, as flirting is on that continuum at one end, with full-on, let’s have something penetrating something until all of us (hopefully) orgasm at the other. NOTE: I do not, and haven’t since I was around 19, think an orgasm is a necessary for good sex.

Anyway, if we limit “lover” to those people who I have had some sort of sexual act with, from early teenage dry humping to the full and varied sex life I have now. I think the answer is somewhere between 15 and 20, one man (well, we were 15 and 16), the rest women. Silverdrop thinks this makes me a slut, bless her.

So, dear reader, you might be wondering (assuming I haven’t bored you into clicking away already) what the point of this blathering is. Yes, there is one, I promise.

I have had lovers of all shapes and sizes but, looking back, there are more Rubenesque lovers in my history than slim people.

Methinks this constitutes a pattern.

This picture was taken last night. I get erect looking at it.

 

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SS 20 Jul 14

 

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SilverHubby shown at the waist, clothed, his hands holding a collar.

WickedWednesday: Masturbation Fodder

Hmm… our first WickedWednesday for a couple of weeks. Sorry Rebel.  :)

You take a pic. You angle it for your best assets to show. You write a short piece. It’s hot sweaty sticky and delicious. You make these public, you share. Do you care what the viewer or reader does with them?

Nope, don’t really care or mind. Posting an erotic photo means you have no real control over what the viewer does with it. Something that not everybody thinks about before they post, methinks.

Does it turn you on to know that you stimulate?

Not really, no, it’s to anonymous. OTOH, if a reader posts a comment, tweets, e-mails etc. that they found something particularly hot, that can be a turn on and is invited.  :)

Do they ask you for permission bringing you into their pleasure? Does it humiliate you to be reduced to their masturbation fodder, you a merely specimen of the species?

No, I don’t do humiliation. Hmm, not actually true – we do a lot of humiliation play.

Conversely, that picture, the light, the angles, something’s clicks. The words, the ideas, the movement of the story. Your body reacts. You save it for later. … Do you value it less for it’s immediate function? Is it art or literature when you masturbate over it? Are they human or porn in that moment of pleasure? Do you read the words or stare intently at the picture, or use it just to get you going? Do you return to favourite pieces?

I do not recall ever masturbating over pictures or erotic directly. Well, as a teenage, but that’s different. When I masturbate, the images are all generated in my head. They are almost without exception snapshots of past sexual encounters, spread over my whole sexually active life. They are rarely about people I have never met.

Am I weird?

Oh, we both masturbate – a lot. Usually together, sometime solo.

What? You want a pic? How about this blurred action shot of me about to come over Silverdrop’s belly while she had a vibe against her clit? Feel free to have a wank because of these – we don’t mind.  :)

About to explode over Silverdrop's lovely belly.

About to explode over Silverdrop’s belly.

 

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SinfulSunday: And it’s all mine!

I know I’ve said this before, but Silverdrop has a really, really great butt.

One has a preference for a generous gluteous maximus and is unable to utter a falsehood.

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Demi Moore eat your heart out!

Demi Moore eat your heart out!

I actually prefer this to the fully uncovered version I took during the same session.

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SilverHubby shown at the waist, clothed, his hands holding a collar.

WickedWednesday: Nothing to see here. Move along now.

Ah shame, I know knew your name, old friend enemy.

I grew up in a house where everything not ‘normal’ was expected to be hidden. What do I mean by that? Things that were expected to be hidden from the all-seeing “they” were strong emotions at both ends of the scale i.e. from anger to love. Any problems, big or small, were to be kept quiet about, lest “they” find out. A front of happiness should be kept up at all times. The thing was, this was expected inside the house (it was never a home to me), not just in public.

Consequently, I was in some ways even more fucked-up than the average teenager. I had the usual rampaging hormones and feelings, but was even less well equipped than most of my peers to deal with them. So I became ashamed of some of the things I was feeling.

Then something made the shame worse. At 15, I realised I was pretty much equally attracted to boys and girls. A short time later, all the many shades between boy and girl joined my mental list of desirables (remember, dear reader, that gender largely rests between the ears, not the legs). Soon after, I met my first boyfriend. I also met my first serious girlfriend around the same time. She was from the Indian subcontinent and her skin was almost ebony on colour. She was beautiful, and I think she may have been the first girl I loved. Then my parents met her. That was when I discovered my family were racists. More shame.

Shame barely begins to describe what I felt if I allowed myself to think about all this back then. So, mostly, I buried it. But it was like the bubble underneath the wallpaper. You can push it down, but unless you deal with it, it will just pop up again somewhere else.

It took me years to get straightened out. I self-identify as pansexual now and feel no shame about it. The old shame is like a memory of a memory now, almost gone. Almost.

 

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SinfulSunday: Sinful Sight

I almost always wake up before Silverdrop. I like this. It gives me time to do my morning surf and pour caffeine in before the day begins in earnest.

This morning, ‘cos I’m all about having a SinfulSunday pic prepared in advance *snort*, I walked back into the bedroom to see this.

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Doesn't she have pretty feet?

Doesn’t she have pretty feet?

I leave it up to your fevered furtive perverted imagination, dear reader, to try and figure out the sort of sinful thoughts that went through my head this morning.

 

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