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I just called to say…

I just talked on the phone.  I talked on the freaking telephone to a man I just started dating.  We talked for no reason at all really, just touching base.  How cool is that?

an old style telephone gleams with it's rotary dial and it's big comfy handset.

an old style telephone gleams with it’s rotary dial and it’s big comfy handset.

Nobody talks on the phone anymore here in Seattle.  I swear.  I’ve been dating for YEARS now and this is the first dude I’ve ever dated who texts for like a second and then says, “can we talk on the telephone?”  And he works in a tech type industry (of course).

What a luxury to unwind with my crummy fast food and a nice light conversation with a sexy man.

We need to bring back the phone.  I forgot the simple pleasure of talking to a boy you like on the telephone and having nothing to say really, but loving the sound of his voice, and feeling special because he wanted to talk to you on the phone.

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Alright already

One of the things I have tried to do here is being unflinchingly honest.  I try to tell the truth, maybe ESPECIALLY, about the things that I feel might make me look bad.  I accidentally found this to be a part of my niche in writing a blog.  So here goes.

I’m lonely once in a while.  It’s hard to be here sometimes and I don’t like it.  The price of loving someone who loves someone else is that they need to spend time with them.  Traveler and Quinky Girl need nights together.  Duh.  Generally this is awesome. I like some alone time in my week.  I can count on one hand the times Traveler and I have spent more than 3 nights a week together, and I can tell you each one was bliss.

But this is a thing us single poly’s can have that our married and cohabitating partners don’t.  I didn’t understand this when I was married and I don’t think a lot of partnered poly’s do.  Not really.

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I won at Bawdy Storytelling!

Traveler and I went to Bawdy Storytelling in Seattle for the 1 year anniversary event. It. Fucking. Rocked.

I met some really fun sexy people, laughed my head off, got a little disgusted, cheered, titillated to crazy good sexy tunes by Garlic Man and CHIKN (https://facebook.com/GarlicManandChikn). It’s the 3rd or 4th time I’ve been and I have loved it to pieces each and every time.

Dixie de la Tour started it about 9 years ago in San Fransisco, and brought it here to Seattle. Thank you, Dixie! I got to meet her tonight before the event and have to admit I was a little star struck. She’s a force of nature.

And get this… I won a HUGE prize!!!

I won a gift bag chock full of the ever fantastic Lelo toys, AND a night at Inn Thrall, Seattle’s only kinky B&B! I screamed and danced I’d wanted it so badly. My trusty Lelo vibrator finally stopped charging a few months ago and I bought a new vibrator that I like okay, but I’ve missed my Lelo. It’s powerful and sleek and well designed and QUIET. What? I like to stealthurbate. Don’t judge me.

So… An evening of kinky fun with Traveler? Yes please. A Lelo pleasure object? Yes please! A Lelo sensual suede whip. Yes. Lelo silky restraints. A Lelo insignia vibe. Gulp. Yes. Lube! Lubricant! Oh dear God Halleluiah!!

There are a lot of exclamation points.
This deserves them.
Squee.

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A Tizzy

My beautiful metamour, please skip this one.  Thank you!

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I am in a tizzy.  Maybe it’s the sweltering heat.  Maybe it’s all the naughty adventure talk.  Maybe it’s imagining what I’d like to order Yarn Hooker to do.  Maybe it’s reliving recent fun adventures or not having had a taste of the man I just started dating recently.  Maybe it is what is happening between Traveler and I.  Maybe it is our plans together or the plans I’m pursuing alone.  I don’t know.  It’s delicious.

I feel like I am in heat.  I cross my legs at work to feel them press against my pussy.  When I am walking and my rings rub I find the lick delicious.  I am on fire.  We’ve been exhausted and had little time together for weeks until this last weekend and still it is hotter.  This rabbit hole!

I’m planning an adventure…two actually.  One adventure Traveler and I are undertaking together.  One I am undertaking myself.  I have a long held fantasy and I am going for it.  I have to admit I worried about it, worried about hurting this thing with Traveler and I.  It keeps going deeper.  It keeps getting hotter and I have more here than any woman has a right to… right here.  Last night while he worked his magic I felt high with desire.  He played me like a viola.  I was panting.  I could not get my panties off fast enough to let his fingers inside. I could not stop the stream of sex and desire pouring out of my mouth.  I whispered.  I sang.  I breathed “I want you”.

We had spent the night sharing kinky desires and making plans.  We shared fantasies about Yarn Hooker and talk about the fantasy I’m pursuing.  I’d been scared to talk about it too much… scared to trust him saying that he wanted me to pursue it.  I’m so used to men saying they love my sluttiness and turning cold.

I remember my ex husband fucking me from behind in the hotel in Maui, knowing everyone standing right outside the door was listening and could hear, could see our outline, fucking me so hard we were both screaming with passion and then asking if he could cum in my mouth, telling me he wanted to fuck my face and loving it, he cried out while I swallowed every drop, he eagerly talked for days about how amazing it was to finally date a woman who he could be his every passion with.  And I remember the way his voice was cold shortly after our wedding when one night I asked him to cum on my face.  How quickly it all turns.

But it isn’t here.  If anything Traveler is wanting me MORE.  He doesn’t share this kink.  He doesn’t want to go there with me, but he wants me to go there and loves me for being authentically myself.  I think he might love me more for the sincerity here.  More and more and more I feel his want and his need and I’m comforted.  He sees ME.  He knows ME.  And he LOVES ME.

He doesn’t want me because I’m fulfilling a kinky desire for the slutty girl.  (Although I sure do like a slut lover).  He doesn’t want me just today because I am the porn image and he’ll reject me when he loves me, for being too much.  He wants me because he wants me, I think very much like I want him.  He wants to hold me and kiss me and love me and fuck me and be with me.  I can’t tell you what that does to me!

Last night I told him on my way home that I needed him naked.  He laughed and said I’d just had him.  We had fucked so quietly, after a long hot day, exhausted, but needing, trying to avoid the houseguest hearing and I’d come so hard trying not to make a sound that we could hear the splashing.  I’d controlled my breath and my ragged sounds and it had only made it more intense.  When he’d held his breath and bucked beneath me while he came thrashing with the pressure he’d held in, I felt him cum and I’d come again once more, soaking us both and making an audible rhythmic splash.   But I needed him again.

I needed him because I always need him.  I can’t imagine not needing him.  But I needed him too because I have been on a tizzy of desire.  I am overflowing.

We fucked hard last night after hours of teasing talk, urgent and with abandon, saying slutty slutty things, and I’d lost it when he said what he wanted me to do, and even then – right after we finished I could not stop coming and I’d played with my pussy when we’d stopped fucking, coming again all over him. It was amazing to look into each other’s faces then, unable to break a spell.

And wouldn’t you know it.  I’m still in a tizzy.

Again.

Again.

What it is to be loved and wanted and heard.. and still.. loved and wanted.

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Domestic Bliss

domestic bliss handsOne of the things a non-nesting partner often doesn’t have access to is all the little domestic things.  And one of the things I love about dating people who aren’t strictly hierarchical, and someone who is my partner, is that I get some of that.  One of the reasons I’m always saying Quinky Girl is a such a great metamour is that she includes me and we can plan together and work together.  There’s a lot of reasons, but this is one. Continue Reading »

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Any Questions?

Today it became legal in the US everywhere for same sex couples to marry.  Seriously.  Happy.

And so very fucking tired.  It’s been a crazy week.

Tonight I get to have fun with my friend, PhD, who is visiting.  We’re talking about doing a podcast.  Got any Questions?

Also.. just to put it somewhere.  FUCK I miss Traveler.  Monday we got about 2 hours before bed, Wednesday about an hour, and Saturday we’ll get a date at another burning man event where we likely won’t see much of each other before we undoubtedly fall into bed too exhausted to breathe (for the second week in a row) .  God dammit we are too busy.  I miss him so fucking much.  I feel like I’m on a starvation diet.

His work was crazy this week and during dinner before our group event Wednesday, which we’d booked because we miss each other so fucking much we wanted just a damn hour with each other, he had a conference call he was on from 2 minutes after we met up until 1 minute.. exactly 1 minute, before we rushed into our class!  I get to see him 3 days this week and not a damn one is gonna have any real time with him.  One of my patients, err… well.. one of the patients at my clinic that I cared deeply about, stabbed himself to death this week.  We saw him the day before and he was having some voices, but was doing okay and has been stable for a long long time.  Out of nowhere he is just dead and we are all reeling and it’s been absolutely crazy around here trying to scramble and figure out what went wrong and what to do now. I’m telling you.  Mental health difficulties are a mother fucker.

I am really okay and coping well, and I’ve been LOVING time with PhD.  But fuckity I miss my man.  I didn’t really talk about it because we had just a little time before bed on Wednesday.  It is a comfort that Traveler has been missing me like crazy too but we all have to do what we have to do.  We get a bonus of some time in a couple of weeks and we are holding out for that.  I think it’s gonna kinda suck until then and likely afterward too.

Just keep kicking.

Just keep kicking.

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One Legged Man- Ass Kicking

colors are loaded into a palm of a hand for Holi

colors are loaded into a palm of a hand for Holi

Holy fuck-balls people.  I overbooked myself.  My loves are overbooked.  My calendar looks like a sidewalk after an Indian Holi celebration (where they throw all the colors).  Traveler and I haven’t had a regular weekend date in a month.  And I’m not even getting the short end of the stick!  He and Quinky Girl are in a similar boat for the most part.

But seriously.  We haven’t had anything like dinner, an evening, and breakfast in a month.  We spent some time together on Sunday and it was the first day we’ve had in a long long time where we were just together, and even that we spent it working.  It was so fucking nice just to sit on a couch with him.

We’re seeing each other, sometimes 3 days a week.  But it’s including a lot of parties, Burning Man events, yard work, potlucks, group things and all-together-get-togethers.  If we didn’t all eat breakfast together sometimes neither Quinky or I would eat a breakfast with him each week.  Often we are cramming a bagel in our mouths as we hit the road.  It’s crazy.   Continue Reading »

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