Eternal Apprentice

I’d rather live forever than die happy.

My response to this.

Am I strange?

The question that has been on the minds of the four of us (Ellie, Ariel, Michael, and I) recently is Polyfidelity vs. Polyamory. Surprisingly, I’m the only one in our quad who isn’t in favor of polyfidelity right now.

I stand accused of wanting meaningless sex with women, but the fact of the matter is that I’ve never had meaningless sex with anyone. I’m very invested in an individual by the time sex is on the table (in the car, on the floor, or even *gasp* in a bed). I find that no matter how much passion there is, I still have the desire and ability to forge a friendship before the relationship becomes sexual.

I am a friendly and easy-going guy however, and it’s easy for me to make friends and find new partners. I can understand that this is a problem for my current partners, because I am open to so many other potential relationships.

I’m so wholly in-love and happy with Ellie, Ariel, and Michael. I feel, because of the nature of our relationship (mostly the distance between he two couples), I do not have enough time to forge the relationship with Michael that I want. At this point I know that we are all happy (edit - Michael told me in a chat after I published this that he is not happy), and I no longer feel the need to rush that part of our group relationship. When the time is right we will find the time to get closer to each other. I also never have enough time with Ariel, but that is the nature of the long-distance relationship. We make the most of the time we are together in the best way we know how.

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Funny side-note before I close my rant: As Ellie and I perused Target the other day we scoffed at Valentines Day cards, “so hetero-normative and monogamy-centric”. I picked up a card and covered up the word “one”. I read it aloud with a minor alteration so it better suited Ellie’s take on our current situation, “You are my *three* and only.”
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Ellie said that I date other women for the same reason that I enjoy fast food; it’s a quick fix, instant gratification. I can see where that idea comes from, but it makes me wonder, what’s in it for the people I’m with? Are they the burger or the food-preparation specialist, or does the analogy break down at the point that you consider them?

I think that they are getting something important too. It’s not a self-centered endeavor on my part. A lot the pleasure I get comes from pleasing my partner or fulfilling some desire. I know that I’m enriching their lives, and they are enriching mine.

The biggest thing that my other partners can lose is time they want to spend with me. I’m cognizant of this fact, and do my best to give my primary partners far more of my time and energy.

Polyfidelity is as big of a step for me as monogamy would be at this point. I’m committed to my current partners, but I am not sure I’m ready to give up future partners, even if they don’t have a place in my poly-quad family.

I don’t do memes.. generally. But since I was tagged by Jack, who I want to forge a friendship with (get in line, buddy), I figured this would give me a chance to let him know just how similar I think we are.

His 7 Facts:

1. I like all kinds of girls. I have found that this is often hard for girls to understand. I like big girls and little girls, so when I was dating a relatively skinny girl and she found out I had some chubby girl porn on my computer she though “I must be fat, that’s why you like me!” and when I was dating a chubby girl and commented on a tiny girl being hot she said “If you like girls like that, why are you dating me?”. Also I have been with girls as tall as 6′ and as short as 4′11″. Even my constant of “glasses and big tits” hasn’t held up lately.
2. I have no piercing or tattoos. I dated someone for a long time who was covered in tattoos (10!) and I really love the look of thick black and red ink on skin. I have a few tattoos I want to get, but I am waiting until I am sure (i.e. it has been about 5 years of me thinking about it and I still haven’t done it.)
3. People seem to inherently trust me. If often makes me feel like I need to be extra careful. People are constantly telling me secrets. I kind of love being the keeper of secrets.
4. I had a criminal youth. I was a compulsive liar as a kid. My head still thinks like that sometimes, but I keep it very much under control. I try to be almost annoyingly honest now. Truth still has a ring of novelty on my tongue.
5. The thing I hate most in life is probably corporate chain restaurants.
6. Almost all of my close friends are working on Masters or PhDs and are on some form of psycho-pharmacology. I will probably never go for any sort of higher degree and I’ve never been in therapy.
7. I took ballet as a child, as well as tap dancing.

Now… strike the “criminal youth”, change ballet & tap dancing to clogging, and strike #6 but keep the rest, and those facts all fit me too.

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Here are the rules:

* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

My 7 Facts:

1. When I was a child my fantasy future was to live in a big house with several other loving men and women all sharing responsibilities and partners.
2. My sister (almost 3 years younger than me) and I wrestled constantly, and until I was 15 she almost always won.
3. While I was in an open relationship with my High School beau (and considered myself gay), I realized that most of my reasons for being involved in a homosexual relationship were “daddy worship” issues. Once I started working on those my attraction to men diminished but did not disappear. Now I’m quite picky and shy when it comes to datable guys.
4. “Jay” is only a facet of my personality, I’m quite a bit more shy than I come across to most people through my blog. I think people also assume that I’ve had quite a few sexual partners because I write so openly about sex. However, like Ellie, I was a late bloomer. I had only 4 sex partners until 2 years ago. While I ‘play’ with a decent number of people in a BDSM context and love to make-out, there isn’t a gratuitous amount of sex outside of my relationship with Ellie.
5. I have a whole box of things that Ellie loves about me, and I look inside of it all the time.
6. I’m a pretty big nerd, and I have about the dorkiest sense of humor. My step-dad infected me with his love of puns. Luckily, the people I tend to have a good connection with can tolerate my turbopuns.
7. In Middle School I got first place in a karate tournament. I was pretty proud of my Shorei Goju Ryu skillz :)

I tag:

1. Sexual Adventurer because she needs another thing to have no time to write about.
2. I need to find out more about StacyCat69 since she’s going to be staying with us for a few days, soon.
3. Wendy, because her smile and her colorful giant cock turn me on.
4. Bear because everything that comes out of his mouth is gold. (I wonder what will happen when/if I ever kiss him?)
5. Ellie, I love that girl.
6. My favorite Naughty Kitty, because with this kitty the only thing you can expect is that it will be smokin’.
7. Lastly and randomly, Bob, because really, Who Doesn’t Like Big Wet Boobs?

If there is one thing I’ve learned from watching Ellie review toy after toy it is that not all sex toys line up perfectly with every woman’s body. If men are anything like women (and we’re probably not) then it might explain why the Aneros Prostate Stimulator Massager didn’t live up to the hype.

I decided on trying the smallest model knowing only one thing thing about the Aneros, that it is made of hard plastic. Toys without any give scared me at the time. Now that I’m a fan of glass toys I wouldn’t be as scared of a larger Aneros.

I eagerly popped the Aneros out of the box when it arrived and read the instructions. Like a good reviewer I wanted to follow the instructions on the box exactly (I even used the provided lube packet). The instructions tells you to insert the Aneros and give it up to fifteen minutes to “settle into place”.

After a couple of minutes I couldn’t feel it inside (as the instructions indicated) I let Ellie try to arouse me and we began to masturbate together.

We stroked and writhed on the bed, and the Aneros stayed right inside where it was supposed to “move as the sphincter contracts”. I didn’t really feel the movement advertised as the “abutment” was digging into my taint something awful. I kept reaching underneath to dig it out of my skin so that I could focus on Ellie’s breasts.

According to the instructions when I finally orgasmed the toy was supposed to rock against my prostate as my sphincter automagically contracted. No luck on that either. Good orgasm, but nothing extra-special.

There are two things I’ve been able to come up with that might have enhanced the experience.
1.) A silicone covered abutment, or some kind of washable padding to prevent it from digging in so much.
2.) A slightly larger toy might have hit the right places. I’m not terribly familiar with my interior geography, but my hunch is that it wasn’t going far enough in.

On the positive side it cleaned up nicely and the shape was pleasing.

Overall I would give it a 2 out of 5.

I think that hearing about the Aneros for so many years and the hype of the ‘amazing prostate orgasm’ jaded me. I would be interested in trying another prostate massager for comparison purposes.

If you want to give the Aneros a try, or take a look at other naughty toys for girls and boys check out VibeReview.com

Apologies first. It took me a lot longer than I thought it would to start writing this second post. I’d say it won’t happen again, but I’d be lying. Since I’m not wearing pants I don’t think I want to know what would be on fire if I lied right now.

I’m going to break it down to a couple of my camp crushes.

Lia - I already mentioned her smile. Gorgeous. Her voice was like a tiny crystal bell. But I’d bet anything that when she’s feeling toppy she’s a real firecracker. I wanted to get to know her a lot better, but seeing her shyness made me shy too for some odd reason (in addition to being a huge turn-on). She was in a really interesting family situation at camp, and although I was fascinated by it I couldn’t bring myself to ask her about it to find out if it would be okay to play with her.

Stars - We met for the first time at the Harry Potter meet-up (if that gives you any idea of what kind of nerds we are). After that we bonded with pool-noodle combat. Fun times. I wanted to take her every way possible, but again my shyness got ahold of me. I was just so happy to be making a physical connection with her, wrestling and thrashing around in the water. We’ve made some tentative plans to see each other in a couple of months. Too bad by the time we meet again it’ll be too cold for outdoor sex.

Nina - I met Nina, Duckie, and Pete at the pool by random chance. I had been enjoying hanging out in this giant floating green raft all weekend, and when I found it this day Duckie and Nina were already in it. I asked permission to board their vessel (like a pirate if my memory serves me). Nina looked amazing. She had bright red hair dye running out of her hair and into the raft. It looked like someone failed to decapitate her, but only by a little. More dye was streaming from her head every time Pete would squirt her from poolside with his super soaker. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I just relaxed and enjoyed watching her bounce around to avoid his random blasts. I didn’t end up seeing much more of the trio that weekend, but I did manage to meet both Nina and Duckie again last weekend. We had a blast hanging out together. I’ll save the goings-on of that weekend for a future post.

WildPoni - This is the first person I met when Ellie and I arrived at camp. From the first time I saw her I knew that we had a connection, but I thought it was just my general excitement over camp and let it pass the first few times I saw her. On Sunday night, however, Ellie and I headed over to a social event called “Cigars and Chocolate”. She arrived a few minutes later, and I was immediately drawn to her. Not just because she was wearing only leather shorts and a leather strap under her bare breasts, but because I felt like serving her. What better place than a chocolate tasting to serve a woman. I fed her chocolate after chocolate and tried to be as charming as I could. We found one chocolate that I hadn’t tried yet. After she had a bit she offered me the other half from her lips. I took it greedily. The next chocolate brought our lips together, and the third ended in a passionate kiss. I wanted to get down on my knees and worship her body, so I did, a little. But I want to do it again, better.

Drew, Bear, Pink Pet, Tatsumi, Elle Emenope, Den, Lori, Chris! - Oh my god! Too much awesome, too little time.

My entire freaking cabin full of sexy, awesome people - Wendy Blackheart, Ivy, Don, Viviane, Tilda, Subtle, Mina Meow. I want to see/kiss/fondle all of you. Soon! If not at Winter Fire then there is always next year’s Summer Camp.

The lesson I learned from Sex Camp 2008: If you aren’t sure what is permissible, just ask. Don’t be afraid of rejection. And, as Nina just pointed out to me, “The only dumb question is the one left unasked.”

Sex Camp 2008, a life-affirming experience.

When Ellie and I first got started in kink and BDSM communities we were blown away by the inclusiveness and the lack of judgment that we found.

There is a natural fear of rejection that one probably feels when presenting themselves in front of the local kink group for the first time. I was lucky that the guy in charge of orientation was one of my co-workers, but I imagine that not everyone has that experience.

Dark Odyssey Summer Camp took the feeling of being a part of a big kinky family several steps further for me.

The community system was quite nice. The “pre-camp” online community is a fully functioning personals site where you can contact potential play partners and arrange tentative “dates”. I felt like I was making good use of the site even though none of the “talk” turned into “action” when we got there, it was well worth the time investment simply because I felt more comfortable when we arrived. I recognized several dozen attendees by their profile pictures alone which set me more at-ease.

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When Ellie and I arrived we met a couple at the gates (I won’t name names, of course). Both of them were casually dressed, but I was immediately impressed by their friendliness (and the woman’s cleavage which I was lucky to see a lot more of throughout the weekend).

We set up the air mattress (kindly loaned to us by a local kink friend) and proceeded to christen the room with a delicious fuck. Having our naked cabin-mates (who we hadn’t even met by name yet) coming through the cabin to set up their spaces only turned us on more.

Walking around camp to get our bearings afterwards we checked out the dungeon/barn and the mess hall. On the way back to the cabin a man flagged us down and said, “Are you Ellie?” while walking timidly toward us.

Before Ellie could say another word he had his answer in his mind and continued, “I recognized your voice, I’m a huge fan of your podcast!” She was flattered and I’m pretty sure it was only the first of a couple dozen times she blushed that weekend.

Attending our first class I met my first Sex Camp crush. A beautiful young girl with the most precious voice told Ellie that she reads her blog after we introduced ourselves. My shyness took over, though. The entire weekend the most I could muster when I saw her was to make eye contact with her. It was worth the effort just to catch a glimpse of her pretty smile.

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to

Here’s the thing about camp. It doesn’t matter what kind of relationship you are in when you come to DO, you are going to have a dozen or more camp crushes. Resign yourself to it early and let the flirting begin.

Flirting was pretty much all I did, though.

My first DO was overwhelming. I wanted to go to two classes in each time slot so I had to make difficult choices about that several times a day. I chose a lot of “safe” classes, but learned a lot of really awesome stuff. Lolita Wolf’s “Kids Rule!” and Sarah Sloane’s “Service for the Novice Top” classes were great for Ellie and I. We learned a lot about ourselves and some minor hang-ups we still have about some of our play.

Bear’s “Theater Skills For Better Sex” was so much fun, and empowering. The class was only scheduled for 1.5 hours but I found myself wanting to spend the whole day talking with and learning with Bear (not to mention the making out that we had talked about on the message board).

By “safe” classes I meant only that I avoided some fire-play, new-age stuff, and hooks/needles.

Ellie and I co-topped a great guy named Neils for some light sensation play and orgasm control/denial. We feel like topping together as a couple will be a good way for us to play together and learn new skills together. Deciding on what skills we want to learn and who we want to mentor us is the hard part, though.

No regrets at all, it was the most amazing time.

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But wait, there’s more!

I have a ton of school work to finish up, so I’m posting this part now to get it out of my head. Expect part 2 before the weekend!

“Here’s a little song I wrote for the ladies..”

Actually this little post is for anyone that likes being half-naked on a warm Thursday. I’m going to throw in a little splash of Ellie too, just on principle.

Ellie took the first one..

I took the next one.

Here’s a little Ellie, too.

Ellie came back from class one day this summer and commented that there was a girl in her class she *knew* I would adore. She told me about Hania, a foreign student studying Linguistics. She’s strong willed, in-charge, passionate, beautiful, and amazingly intelligent.

Several days later Ellie organized an impromptu study session with Hania and a few other girls from class. I retired to my office as they arrived, knowing they had a lot of work ahead of them.

Hania’s voice echoed through the house as soon as she saw our cats. She bounded up the stairs and scooped a cat into her arms. She cuddled our little tabby prince and called him names that sounded both Russian and Middle Eastern at the same time. He was frightened, but calmed as she touched him.

Once the ladies were seated I exited the office and introduced myself. Hania was more magnificently beautiful than I imagined. She had lovely smooth medium olive skin, hair black as night, and large brown eyes. She smiled and greeted me warmly as I shook her hand.

I asked the girls if I could bring any of them a drink. They declined so I returned to the office.

I honestly tried to do my school work, but Hania’s voice was so lovely and distracting that I just sat mesmerized in front of my computer for more than an hour.

When they were done for the evening they made a second date to finish their assignment together. I bid them all goodnight while looking over Hania’s gorgeous body. She’s a lot smaller than the girls that I’m generally attracted to, but has lovely curves where it matters most. I touched her hand again as I said goodbye. Goosebumps crawled up from where we touched and flowered all over my body.

Once they were outside Ellie remarked, “What did I tell you?” “Wow! Just wow.” I said as I hopped up the stairs to kiss her.

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I connected with Hania on facebook just before they arrived. She had written me a message in Arabic that I translated (isn’t Google great). Once they settled in again at their computers for study time I came out and gave Hania a hug thanking her for translating my name into Arabic. I wrote it myself to show her. She made some minor corrections and gave me that lovely, warm smile again.

I was hooked. I wanted to serve her, do anything she wanted, just to be close to her, but I was trying to be cool and a little mysterious. I thanked her again and headed back into my office.

I listened intently to their conversation as it turned away slowly from linguistics to travel, and then to sex momentarily. Hania confided in Ellie that she had done phone sex work while she was in London a few years ago. Ellie and Hania instantly bonded. The conversation may have been making one of the other students a bit uncomfortable, though, because the topic changed rather quickly.

Before they left we invited them all to a dinner party we were hosting the following Friday. They accepted. Ellie and I were overjoyed.

Later that night I got a follow-up message on facebook that called me (and my cat) stunning.

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A few guest were already here by the time Hania and another classmate arrived. Hania was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and an amazing low-cut frilly top. Her breasts were literally spilling out all night. I was in heaven.

We ate, played Rock Band, and talked. Hania was the center of attention. One of my bisexual girlfriends commented to me in private that she was smitten with Hania after only talking for a few minutes with her.

Then disaster struck, the classmate that Hania rode in with had to leave the party early. Everyone, all at once, offered to take Hania home later (not knowing where she lived) if she wanted to stay. Luckily she stayed.

We laid around the living room, only four of us left around 11pm, talking about relationships and sex. Eventually the last guest aside from Hania left. We asked Hania if she wanted us to take her home, but she said she’d love to stay a while longer.

We talked and talked and lost track of time a little. At one point in a sleepy conversation Hania blurted, “I love threesomes”. She proceeded to tell us about her some of her favorite past sexual experiences.

Whenever our cuddly cat made his way between Hania and I we used it as an excuse to cuddle closer together. We were half petting the cat and half petting each other.

Around 3am we offered Hania our guest room. Ellie was nearly asleep at this point, so we showed Hania to her bed and hugged her good night.

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The next morning Ellie made breakfast and we all took turns showering. Hania looked amazing even without makeup. We revisited our short conversation from the previous night about rope bondage, and took her back to our guest room to show her our rope collection.

Ellie told Hania the she had been thinking about tying her up. Hania agreed that it would be an interesting experience.

I stood back and watched Ellie go to work on Hania with a corset out of Lee Harrington’s “The Erotic Bondage Handbook”. It was a simple chest harness that framed Hania’s assets beautifully. Taking a page out of Artemis Hunter’s playbook Ellie proceeded to dishevel Hania’s top exposing her pink lacy bra and the topmost edge of Hania’s dark areola.

Next, I tied Ellie to the wall and Hania and I flogged her a bit. Then, Ellie put me in a lightning harness (which she loves to show off).

Things started winding down and we offered to take Hania home, she agreed that it was probably time to go.

We chatted as we drove her to her apartment, and when we arrived there Hania invited us in and offered to make lunch for us.

After (a spectacular spinach, beef, and rice) lunch she showed us some belly dancing videos, first of other famous performers, then a video that she made herself.

Hania hasn’t stopped amazing either of us for even a moment as long as we’ve known her.

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Hania had a vacation planned, she was leaving the very next day to spend a month away. We all exchanged numbers and a promise that we would get back together as soon as she got back in town. We communicated sporadically with her while she was gone. We missed her and she missed us back. She told us that spending the night with us was like a lovely dream.

That was one month and three days ago now. The promise that we get back together when she returned has been fulfilled, but that’s a story for another post.

I’ve already shared two of the four “5 minute stories” that I wrote in Erotica Writing 101, but I skipped over two others. One was scrapped for being a poor idea. However, the other one was on the subject of the lovely lady that was sitting next to me (a.k.a. the real reason I got so shy). Over the last several weeks I’ve got to know her quite a bit better. I’ve attempted here to flesh out the modest paragraph I started the day we met.

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She glides giddily toward the bed and bends over against it just as the hotel room door swings shut.

“You could have just told me what color they were.” I remark slyly.

She looks back at me over her shoulder and blushes.

My passion overtakes me, before she can rise I’m already beside her.

The first kiss lands softly on her neck. My hands dance across her soft shoulders and find their way into her long hair. I take a deep breath and inhale her sweet essence, smile into her deep eyes, and dive toward her lips. It satisfies me immensely to feel the goosebumps springing forth from the skin of her neck and shoulders as our lips meet.

I am overcome by the urge to explore her, from her wine-sweetened lips and tongue down to her sunkissed legs. Most of all I’m spellbound by how excited she is by my touch. I can feel her anticipation in every muscle I caress. Tightening, then slowly releasing. I want to calm, warm, and welcome her with every soothing stroke.

We contort our bodies so that our lips stay connected as we twist and recline on the bed. I close my eyes and see her the way I saw her for the first time less than a day ago.

Her long red hair was tied back. Her glasses and black skirt gave her a distinct “sexy librarian” look. When I saw her walking toward me my mind raced with things to say, but nothing came out. She began talking to me and my nervousness vanished as quickly as it appeared. We sat together and wrote together, but I found it extremely hard to concentrate on writing with this vision of beauty sitting so close to me that I could smell her.

That thought snaps me back to the present. That lovely redolence, like rose petals in a lavender bath, is strong even in this large room.

I take her glasses and mine and set them on the nightstand. I let our eyes meet again and she teases me with a kiss. I take her delicate wrist into my hand and force it onto the bed. Looking down at her body makes me marvel at the contrast from our original meeting.

Her hair is down now, flowing and airy. Her black blouse replaced by a corset cinched up so tight that I’m amazed she’s able to lay down at all without loosening or removing it.

She reaches up to kiss me and I allow her to have another taste. She tugs at my lip and squeezes it between her teeth. I break away from her lips momentarily and gaze down toward her breasts. She moves with grace and slips her free hand behind her back loosening her corset.

The corset slides down partially revealing a pinkish nipple surrounded my a mound of tempting light skin. My lips find her chin and then her neck. I’m drawn down her body by her luscious skin, but I dawdle at her neck kissing and biting. Savoring the little gasps she releases into my ear, and using them as a sort of sonar to detect just what arouses her the most.

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Well, that’s a start. I have a feeling that I could spend a lot of time on this. But, the exciting conclusion will have to wait, for now.

Right when I was starting to think that Fetlife was a pretty awesome place the owner has come out of the closet, as a big asshole.

He asked a group on Fetlife if anyone wanted to be a “greeter” for the site. To be responsible for sending out an email or two to new users rather than a system generated message. We all know how much attention we pay to those.

Ellie, the outgoing and wonderful person she is, volunteered. The next day she received a message from the owner stating that he felt that there would be a conflict of interest between th duties of ambassador and the fact that she does phone sex. His exact phrase was “ethical dilemma”. He said that as the owner of the site he isn’t able to approach anyone on the site (??), and that if she messaged someone and they asked her to do a call with them she should turn them down.

I was reading through the (very funny) “Terms & Conditions” which has a 1% rule. According to John (the owner):

1% Of Your Action Belongs To Us

We have no clue how we are going to claim this but we want 1% of the action you are getting from this site. Yeah, you heard right. While we are working our asses off to grow FetLife you are getting action and we want 1% of it, damn it! We think it is only fair.

That could be taken any number of ways, but to me it sounds like he does want to dip into the honey pot.

Aside from all of that, he’s dealing with an active clientèle that is made up of regular users (with affiliate links right in their profiles), bloggers (with affiliate links on their linked pages), sex workers (pro doms, phone sex workers), and podcasters. The vast percentage of these users make *some* money by doing what they do. Isn’t it the dream of everyone to make money off of what they love? Is this akin to shitting where to live? No.

Does he think that Ellie is a predator, and that her only aim in an online community is to drag customers from it? Does he think that about everyone on the site, or just PSOs (phone sex operators) because he assumes that a PSO doesn’t enjoy her job or only does it for the money?

The fact is that Fetlife is a really good site right now. Most of the people on there are very friendly and open. We’re having good conversations and learning a lot about alternative lifestyles. Hopefully this was a case of him hitting send before thoroughly reading what he had written, and we can move forward from this having all gained a little knowledge from one another.

edit - Ellie received another email stating that the owner of the site had sent out similar requests/questions to other potential ambassadors. He also apologized that his original email could easily be interpreted negatively.

The future status of the seemingly hypocritical 1% Rule is still in question, though (if only by me and the lovely ladies that commented here).

Sex 2.0 opened my eyes to a number of positive things, but one negative that I was painfully aware of throughout Rachel Kramer Bussel’s “Erotic Writing 101″ session was that I have a hard time sharing my ideas when placed into a group setting.

Her class was fun, she told us about writing techniques and gave us story starters to work with and set us free in little 5 minute frenzies of writing. Afterwards she asked us to share. I wasn’t too happy with my first work, since about 3 minutes in I erased what I had and started over. By the time the second prompt was given I was in turtle mode. I got so embarrassed and shy that I hardly even looked around the room.

When the session ended I jetted out of the room. I had written a lot, but felt bad that I didn’t share any of my ideas. When we got home and I read them to Ellie, she thought they were wonderful so I decided I’d share a couple of them with you.

Prompt - “Write an erotic story using two sex toys.”

I slid my warm hands across the downy flesh of her stomach and let them rest on top of the thin lace ruffle of her panties. She wanted to do this for so long, but she was scared, and I wanted to make sure it was special.

I looked into her eyes and she nodded gently to me. She lifted her torso slightly and let me pull her panties off. I could smell her wetness in the air, soft and calming.

I quickly unwrapped a condom and asked, “the carrot or a cucumber?”

Prompt - “Write about something alien or unfamiliar to you.”

Standing in front of the window of my room, I peered at the person on the other side, she was as large as life and staring at me too. I don’t think she could see me but I’m sure that she could feel my presence.

She brushed her hand carelessly across her breast and sighed at me. I stared at her face trying to impose my will on her through the glass.

She reacted slowly at first, but after a moment she was shaking. I commanded her silently to undress. Her blouse flew off and she wrestled with the clasp of her bra. A bead of sweat rolled across her forehead as her bra hit the floor revealing my hairy chest and tiny nipples.

Sex 2.0 worked for me!

I learned/solidified so many ideas during Sex 2.0 this weekend.

1.) I can break out of the mold that I created for myself of *only* writing erotica.

2.) Sometimes you need someone to tell you that they like what you do to kick-start your creative juices and help you break into new territory.

3.) Ellie is the most amazing girl in the world, and I’m so lucky to be her partner.

4.) FurryGirl, despite her shyness, is as intoxicatingly intelligent as she is aesthetically pleasing.

5.) There are far more people in the world doing sex-positive work than I was previously aware.

6.) The atmosphere of sexuality at the conference and the after-party (at least among the Sex 2.0 attendees) was pleasant, fun, and relaxing.

7.) Even extremely attractive men and women (holy crap WAY too many to mention) can be fantastically accepting of people like Ellie and I with less than perfect bodies.

This conference left me with such positive feelings about the future of sexual activism and humanity in general.

Other fantastic Sex 2.0 wrap-ups:

Melissa Gira
Sakura Sarashi
Mistress Maeve
Ellie Lumpesse
Renegade Evolution
Audacia Ray
Viviane’s Sex Carnival
Amber Rhea

I know how long it’s been..

Ellie and I are having the time of our lives together. I love her more than words (although I love trying to find the right ones anyway.)

Our sex life has been wonderful together and we have had so many new experiences that it’s hard to find a place to start. So, to make sure I get off on the right foot I’m just going to give a quick update.

Many of the friendships and relationships that we’ve been involved in over the last several months have grown, changed, or fallen apart for various reasons. We’ve made a lot of new friends that I’ll introduce as it becomes appropriate.

We had a bad experience which was entirely my fault from late December until the middle of January. I was seeing a girl that wasn’t respectful of my relationship with Ellie and I was very slow to break it off. This provoked a lot of jealous feelings and frustration. By the end of January we were back on track with our relationship.

Near the beginning of March I began hanging out with Lily. We have a relationship based on hanging out, making out, and playing Guitar Hero. Ellie and Lily get along pretty well and have a decent amount in common. I’m still looking forward to the day I’ll be involved in a FMF threesome; it would be a nice start to see them making out.

We hang out with Sylvia on a pretty regular basis and enjoy her company. She’s in the midst of a grand personal experiment right now and we’re happy to be in her support group.

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I have a hundred stories rampaging through my head, waiting to spill out onto the screen. However, we have a vacation coming up tomorrow that I must get ready for. So, I’ll be saving them until I get some free time back at home to share with all of you.

Thank you for your patience and kind words of encouragement.

Over the last few weeks Ellie and I have truly been experimenting with Polyamory. It is a fact that our relationship, from the start, was “open”, but until very recently we had not ventured outside of “casual sex” territory.

Our first casual sex experience was with a local friend. It was a first for both of us to have a threesome. He was an average build man with a nice body, more athletic than us. Ellie was the center of attention that night.

After many hours of sex, when we were all worn out, we moved (mostly naked) to the living room to play Mario Cart for an hour or so before we called it a night.

The next threesome was similar, Ellie was again the center of attention, but this time I mostly sat it out and watched them fuck. Ellie liked the intimacy this provided and had an easier time getting off.

A few months later Ellie and I made separate dates. I made a date with a girl, Brigid. We got to engage in a lot of the dating rituals, although they were compacted due to time constraints. We held hands and had a lot of physical contact before moving on to making out (which we did for a few hours).

Ellie’s date was mentioned on her site, and the details will not be repeated here.

After all of this we knew that we were comfortable enough with the situation between us to move on to dating other people. Even after this realization it took a number of months for us to start.

Recently, I have been dating three women, but until I become better acquainted with them they will remain nameless.

Ellie has been seeing a like number of men, and has mentioned that she would love to write about them sometime (when the inspiration strikes, one would guess).

That is just a synopsis of the myriad of baby-steps we took to come to the point that we are at now. Our relationship is stronger than ever, we are very much in love with one another, and the energy that these relationships are bringing into our domain is extraordinary.

Expect to hear more from both of us about these relationships as time passes. We are certainly looking forward to the coming adventures.

Announcements/Blogging

The Partistes (seska4lovers.com…)
Shibaricon: World’s Premiere Annual Pansexual Exhibition 2006 (spiritsex.blogspot.com…)
Stat-Aholic (shaysotherspot.blogspot.com…)
SugarClick Launched (sugarbank.com…)

Experiences

The Dreaded Scottish Cockblock (jundercovers.blogspot.com…)
The Four of Us (herknees.org…)
Killing an Afternoon (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com…)
Losing M (v-boat.blogspot.com…)
Resistance is Futile (avaadora.blogspot.com…)
Underground (domequeen.blogspot.com…)

Fantasies

Eagle (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com…)
Exhaling (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com…)
Hot Sugar and Wet Silk (tangysweet.blogspot.com…)
My First Woman, a Fantasy… (aliferestarted.blogspot.com…)
On the Dock (Fiction) (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com…)
Saturday with Adele (theholidaylife.blogspot.com…)
Stormy Night (gentlygently.blogspot.com…)
Tandem Massages (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com…)
25 Words or Less (contains NSFW pics if you scroll down) (realadultsex.com…)
Babysitter (drtycplinva.blogspot.com…)
Body Language (chaosnoir.blogspot.com…)
Can I Play with it Now? (4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com…)

Funny

Jane likes to teeter totter. (janeluvsdick.com…)
Santorum (radicalvixen.com…)
This is what Happens… (damnjezebel.com…)
We All Have AIDS (sugarpit.com…)
The Cock Interviews: Part Two (secretbrain.blogspot.com…)

Fetish & BDSM

A Long Hot Soak and Burning Candles (redvelvetropeburn.blogspot.com…)
Interesting Interactions (lifeashis.com…)
New Elena Spanking Pics (tirepaddle.com…)
On a Power Trip (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com…)
The Perfect Fetish Photo (adelehaze.com…)
“The sweetest thing I ever saw, was you asleep and dreaming.” (eternalapprentice.blogsome.com…)
Choices - Part Three (masterenigma.blogspot.com…)

NSFW Pics

House of Babalon (eroticandy.blogspot.com…)
Looking Down (barelace.blogspot.com…)
O azul… // The blue one… (camadecasal.blogspot.com…)
Wet Panties Wednesday (hornynurse.livejournal.com…)
Anal Advocate (sexyukgirl.blogspot.com…)
Aurora Snow, Gauge and a Dildo. Pure Magic. (internetisforporn.com…)

Sex Advice / Sex Toys / Sexy Reviews

Oh Boys… May I Experiment on You? (sexeteria.blogspot.com…)
One Hefty Dose of Butch, Black, Silicone Bliss (suburbansexpot.blogs.com…)
Pretty Dumb Things (sugarclick.com…)
Sex Toys Must Have (creamonpants.com…)
Tips for Going Bare (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com…)
The Blind Jockey (sin.typepad.com…)

Sex Commentary / Sexual Politics

Lara Drops to a C Cup (sugarjoy.com…)
Porn You Wish They’d Make (sabrinainstockings.com…)
Sex in the News - Blog-a-Thon by Blank Noise Project (seskuality.com…)
2257 and Sweet Pink Activist Cunt (fullfrontalpolitics.com…)

The best of the blogs by the bloggers who blog them, this week starting with the letter “Q”.

• Queens and Holy Bitches (deltaofvenus.blogspot.com…)
• Removal Procedures (alwaysarousedgirl.blogspot.com…)
• The Seduction (barelace.blogspot.com…)
• Sex in Libraries: An Introduction (lumpesse.com…)
• Shopping Trip (mnsss.blogspot.com…)
• Slave For A Day (talkingdirty.blogspot.com…)
• Smells Like Vanilla (sabrinainstockings.com…)
• “St (Censored) Day…” (chaosnoir.blogspot.com…)
• The Ten Commandments (theholidaylife.blogspot.com…)
• “This bed is on fire with passionate love.” - Part 1 (eternalapprentice.blogsome.com…)
• What Turns You On - Part 1 (seskuality.com…)
• You Own Me (secretsofadirtygirl.blogspot.com…)
• Another Canceled Race (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com…)
• Chocolate Ecstasy (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com…)
• Coach T… Chapter 5 (whatsexmaycome.blogspot.com…)
• Confessions of a Valentine’s Day Virgin (sexeteria.blogspot.com…)
• Domme Visit Part I (nycbdsm.blogspot.com…)
• Don’t… (emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com…)
• Ex Libris Eroticis(sexblo.gs)
• How To Work With Eastern European Models (sugarbank.com…)
• Firsts (jundercovers.blogspot.com…)
• Free Spankings at the Dirty Show (tirepaddle.com…)
• Flirting (gentlygently.blogspot.com…)
• Gaijin (remittancegirl.com…)
• Happy anniversary, virginity. Happy Valentine’s Day too (realadultsex.com…)
• Happy Valentine’s Day (barbiebaby09.livejournal.com…)
• Her Favorite Color is Red… (everythingoze.blogspot.com…)
• Inspiring Sex Dream (seska4lovers.com…)
• Intention (tangysweet.blogspot.com…)
• Intimacy With Perseus (curvaceousdee.blogspot.com…)
• Je Joue Luxury Programmable Vibrator (spiritsex.blogspot.com…)
• The Joys of Sex Toys (omyfirstorgasm.blogspot.com…)
• Kinky Sex with Cake Icing (wetalksexblog.com…)
• KITKAST #1.16 - Contraceptive Week, Vivid and Kitkast 2.0 (kitkast.com…)
• Lady Olivia Outré (eroticandy.blogspot.com…)
• Last Night Jane Got A Pearl Necklace From Dick. (janeluvsdick.com…)
• Last Weekend Domination (sexinga.blogspot.com…)
• Let Me Make You Cum… (dirtygirlsthoughts.blogspot.com…)
• Lilly Thai (internetisforporn.com…)
• M and My Cock (v-boat.blogspot.com…)
• Mind Numbing Explosive Sex! (secretbrain.blogspot.com…)
• Now I know How Men Feel (damnjezebel.com…)
• The Night I Found the Exhibitionist in Me (nakedfella.blogspot.com…)
• Pansy Division (sugarpit.com…)
• Pixilated Nudity (tinastrangeworld.blogspot.com…)
• Prostitution on Second Life (sugarjoy.com…)