Slacking off...

Okay, first of all I'd like to apologise to everyone for slacking off on the whole blogworld.  This blog was created by Jane and I to improve our sex lives and, more importantly, our relationship.  Well... it worked, for a while, but since we've slacked off so have we declined into routine sex - if any. 

 

Let's fix this.  Sit down and listen.

 

Jane and I hadn't had sex in a couple of weeks (felt like an eternity), but on Tuesday night, upon going to bed (with no real desire for sex) we fell upon one another.  You remember when you first started having sex?  It was this rushed bliss of grabbing, groping, and thrusting.  The two of you were lost in your passion for each other.  And that resulted not in love, not even in sex, but in hardcore fucking.  Yup that's where we were Tuesday night, grunts and pants and pure animal need.  It was great. 

 

The next morning I awoke with a raging hardon so I took her.  I love climbing onto Jane and that first feeling of my cock between us.  Her response was a surprised but not unhappy, "Ooh". 

 

So where does that leave us?  Well, the more sex we have the more I want.  When we go through dry spells, I get to the point where I don't care if we have sex or not.  Its like I lose the desire for it.  The more we do it though the more I want it.  I find myself sitting at work dreaming about her beautiful ass, or the silky feeling of her pussy around my cock.

 

So Jane, I want you.  I want you now.  And I want you bad.

 

but...  There's always a but.  I know what is going to happen.  We are going to get in the rut of vanilla sex and start this vicious cycle over.  This is work. Its gonna take effort, from both of us.  So before I make any direct requests I'm just gonna ask that we go easy on the vanilla and maybe add some more intimate flavors.  I love the taste of your cherry and maybe you'd like to try my nuts?  ; ) 

 

Tell me what you want I will do anything. (Is this what women want to hear?  Is this a good thing?  Ladies if your man said this what would you request, I'll try it on Jane and see how it goes. And I promise to blog about it!)
 

Happy HNT!

So we've been AWOL for a while... Well my Grandfather passed away last Wednesday so that has been on the fore of our minds as of late, but hopefully we can get back to normal soon. (Whatever that means!)

I call this week's HNT "Vulnerability" and it sort of epitomizes how I have felt since my last post. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Stepping onto my soap box...

I've never considered myself a political person.  Honestly I don't give a damn as all bureaucrats are, in my opinion evil and out to only help themselves.  Cynical I know.  I don't vote due to apathy and therefore I have no right to complain about who is in office, but I would like to say a few things about something our president is going to do today: veto the embryonic stem cell research bill.

 

I have been a type I diabetic for more then 27 years.  In that time, I have taken more then 26,000 insulin injections, had roughly 40,000 finger sticks to check blood glucose, and have spent approximately $75,000.00 in medical care procedures and supplies.  As a child growing up in a hick town, I endured ridicule, discrimination, and segregation.  I was always different and and often treated as if I was breakable.  I was rarely invited over for dinner and few risked the responsibility of asking me over for the night.  Did I have a bad childhood? No.  I think that all in all I had a pretty good childhood.  But it wasn't easy, not that any one's is but I was held back because of my disease.  However, if Jane and I were to have a baby, there is a 50% chance that that baby would be born diabetic.  That is the main reason I don't want children.  I'm not sure I could handle putting a child through what I went through.  It just seems unfair.

 

According the the ADA (American Diabetes Association),  more then 20 Million people in the U.S. have diabetes.  That is 7% of the population - nearly 1 in 10.  1 in 3 children will develop diabetes in his/her lifetime.  If there was anything that we could do to fix this, anything that could be done so that maybe those diagnosed would not have to suffer, shouldn't we do it?  The good news is there is something we can do.  The bad news is that by the time you read this, it is likely that our president has already vetoed that possibility.

 

There are likely those reading this and thinking that there are other ways to support research and finding a cure - ie: Adult stem cells.  I agree completely, but shouldn't we be doing everything in our power?  By vetoing this bill, President Bush is preventing families from donating embryos to research.  What will likely happen to these embryos now?  Nothing.  They will be discarded.  These embryos are just sitting in fertility clinics waiting to be tossed! 

 

The President states that he is "honor bound" and that he "morally" must stop this bill.  I don't recall his job to be to impart his morals on the U.S. citizens.  It passed the senate, it passed the house, polls show that the majority of the people are in agreement of its passing, and yet one small man will stand in its way and slow the progress towards a cure.  And its not just Diabetes.  He is slowing the progress for a cure to Cancer, Heart Disease, Alzhimers, Parkinson's, Lou Gehrig's Disease, spinal chord injuries, Glaucoma, Macular Degeneration and a plethora of otherwise incurable diseases.

 

I just wanted to say, thank you Mr. President.  I sincerely hope that not you nor anyone you love is ever diagnosed with any of the above.  But I do hope that you would go to the hospitals and explain to the children with leukemia or to the families whose parents no longer recognize who they are, why your morals are condemning them.

 

Stepping off my soap box...

 

 

In a funk...

As of last Thursday, we had promised tales and photos from our experiences in the bedroom with whipped cream! Well to be absolutely honest last Thursday by the time we made it to the bedroom I think Jane and I were already asleep - (Read as no sex). Friday, Saturday, Sunday... Work, more work and house work. Sunday we cleaned the entire house, I worked on setting up the new PC, she found a Project Runway marathon, and we went to bed early. (again read as no sex.) Monday: She and I both went and got our hair cut and colored! Hers is freaking awesome and she looks absolutely stunning. We even set the time to go to bed as 9:00 to make sure we got to "play". Well, 9 comes around, we get ready for bed, we talk about the whipped cream and she says, "I don't know, I expect it to be spontaneous." So okay I'm honestly fine with that. We lay down and zzzzzzzzzzz.... That's right folks asleep. At 9 fucking 15 PM. (You guessed it - no sex.)

Have our lives come to this? Ugh. I'm not laying blame... mainly 'cause I don't feel like taking any blame. But honestly, I almost laughed when she said she expected it to be spontaneous. Spontaneous is not a word I would use to describe us. I'm not saying this is good or bad but its the truth. Perhaps I should clear that up. We have spontaneous sex, but that's typically it. If we plan on adding something (ie: toys, a new position, whipped cream) we have to schedule that 'cause we need time to prepare. Lets see... um I have an opening on Thursday September 21, are mornings or afternoons better for you? Hopefully we'll have those promised pics then! Provided something else doesn't come up.

I realise that this is all very cynical but right now I am feeling pretty fucking cynical.

Sigh... Oh well, back to work. (Read as Kill me Billy!)

Okay folks! Contrary to popular belief... John is not dead! :)

So life has been crazy, blah blah blah, excuses excuses. Honestly I just haven't taken the time to post. I'm sorry.

But in honor of the 4th of July week, I've got an HNT that makes me have a standing salute!



Now I don't want to get everyone too excited, but Jane & I have the day off together, the camera, and a full can of whipped cream! Just something to look forward too -- I know I am!!!

Happy HNT!!!

Okay this week you get a story, a pic, and a song. So Jane and I ordered Chinese tonight and while waiting for the food we decided to go at it like teenagers in the recliner. Let me tell you, it was a mad, passionate, sweaty, mess of moaning, grunting, and fucking - for like 10 minutes. We both knew what we wanted and we did took it. Then we took the following picture and there you go... I call the pic "after glo" 'cause I think we were both still glowing a bit from the orgasms.

And in honor of our tryst, the following song to Jane:

Only You
Only you
Have the power to move me
And together we'll make
The whole world move in sympathy
But I could not see before
That only you
Have the power to move me
Take me, hold me, mould me
Change me and improve me
It's not funny anymore.
There was I
Wondering why every day
Disappeared into the distance
Now with you
The light is shining through
You gave me life not just existence
Only you
Have the power to move me
And together we'll make
The whole world move in sympathy
But I could not see before
That only you
Have the power to move me
Take me, hold me, mould me
Change me and improve me
Only you
Have the power
To move me

Rambling Man

Note: Reader beware. I have been working on this on and off for the last 3 hours. I am not happy with how it has turned out. I'm afraid that it is unclear and rambley. I am just having a great amount of difficulty expressing myself today. Good luck.


Rather then just comment on Jane's previous post, I've decided to post myself. This weekend... was amazing. It was peaceful and relaxing and fun! Sexually it was great as well.

I'm gonna cut to the chase. Regarding oral sex. Listen - I'm a man. Am I going to turn it down? Umm no. But do I have to have it? Shockingly, no to that as well. I really have a hard time understanding though because I absolutely love going down on her. Everything about it. Ironically, now I don't want her to go down on me because now I would feel that she is doing it just to appease me. That's not what I want. If she does it I want her to want to do it not just to make me happy.

With regards to what I requested last night (her using the vibrator), I don't know what I expected. I've read that to truly know what your partner likes, watch them please themselves. So I thought "what the hell". Let me say it this way... She never ever asks anything of me in bed. She never says "try this" or "do this" or "I want this". And honestly that is almost worse then if she constantly was bossing me around. To be blunt, for me, sex should be like good improv comedy (bare with me). In improv, you always agree with what the other person says. The second a negative comes out the act loses something, it loses that magical spark that means that anything could happen. That being said, if you don't like the direction the routine is going, you twist the request to an area you are more comfortable with or you push it back onto the requester. The point is, positives move the routine forward, negatives stop it. Sex should be the same... except without the laughter.

Once again I know we are very different creatures sexually. If you look at the two of us that is probably where Jane and I differ the most. I don't think there is anything I wouldn't try if she asked. I'm not expecting her to be the same way. I know that she isn't comfortable in her skin. I just don't understand why and it drives me crazy. She is my ideal. I love her more deeply then you one could imagine. And I want her to be completely comfortable if for no one else but herself and me!

As I've said in prior posts there is a fire that occasionally burns in her eyes of mad lust and desire. The question is does it not show itself because of her or me? If its her, I want to know what she needs: If its me, I want her to tell me what she wants. I can be very accomadating.