I wait for you by the window, body lush and ready, flesh bathed in moonlight. I wait for you, aching, longing, naked and open to you. I wait for you my darling, tending the life we have built together, feeding the fire that is our love. I will wait by the window for your return, for my body and soul are yours.
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I’ve become hieny-centric. I’ve always found bottoms attractive, but now a nice ass has me thinking about all of the sexy things I’d like to do. Harold and I have done so much intensely erotic anal play that seeing his naked bum makes me lust after him as much as seeing his cock. I have totally objectified his ass – and why not, it’s gorgeous!
I’ve chosen to share a couple of images that are highly erotic for me, loaded with all of the love and intimacy Harold and I have shared. Sex has created a filter of desire for me, come see this piece of ass through my eyes…
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Dying my hair blue had an unexpected side effect – blue breasts! Of course I had to play.
This week is the 100th Sinful Sunday!
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“Love is not singular except in syllable.” ~Marvin Taylor
This is a real illustration of our polycule’s love. We’re missing a member in this photo, but her love is still with us, entwined like our limbs. Love is not singular, I am blessed many, many times over.
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Redecorating a segment of the bathroom this week left us with a very odd clean white space. I was quick to hand Harold the camera and jump into the void to see what kinds of fun shapes we could make in the weird little box. Like everything else that we do, photo shoots with Harold are hot! We make love in everything…
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You know how when you love someone, you gush about every little detail of their body? You notice the way that body hair grows just so, or the way a scar looks like a rabbit, or how a certain curve makes you feel like grabbing hold of them and fucking their brains out. This photo of my girlfriend, Blyss, is like that for me. The more I study it, the more I feel full of love and lust. The apple is just another temptation…
I like being naked outdoors and many of my erotic photos reflect the joy that I feel in the wild. I feel so free among the trees and in the rivers. I am open and vulnerable in my skin, yet strong, firmly rooted in nature. It turns me on so much!
This image is a particular favorite of mine – reveling in the last of the Fall sunlight, stretching my body, and finding a new perspective…
I’m not really here. My heart and mind are still at Goldmyer Hot Springs where Harold and I stayed a couple of nights ago. Our joy there was so intense that we didn’t sleep, lest we miss a moment of pleasure. We’ve needed this chance to escape the daily grind. We’ve needed time to be alone together and we were determined to cherish every minute!
We backpacked in, talking about anything and everything, ranging from work to family to sex – basically the things that most people talk about. I love backpacking because you carry everything with you and no more than you absolutely need. I packed the sex supplies first: a bullet vibe, 4 non-latex gloves, 1 packet of lube, and a length of stretchy fabric to tie around Harold’s balls for CBT play. I figured that it covered the basics and presented many interesting options.
We arrived in the early afternoon, quickly set up camp and ate lunch. We had an amazing campsite right next to the river. The white noise is very soothing, even if I start to hear music in it. Harold and I work beautifully together, often lending a hand to each other while still completing our own tasks. We’re both very competent and it’s a pleasure to operate so seamlessly. And camp food tastes so intensely wonderful. Our lunch was Thai noodle soup, garlic mashed potatoes, super orange Emergen-c, a bit of red wine, fig loaf, and the most exquisite salt and pepper Mexican chocolate. Absolutely perfect!
We talk about what our intentions were for this overnight trip, wanting to make sure we were on the same page so we could get the most out of our time. Our priorities were: 1) to feel close to each other, 2) to have really hot sex, and 3) to work through any emotional issues that happened to come up. The first and second things were really the most important.
Finally we made our way up to the hot springs, stopping to talk to the caretakers on our way. I don’t actually have a lot of opportunity to socialize, so I may be a bit rusty at it, but I love getting to know people! Goldmyer is clothing optional at the hot springs. I’m mostly inured to nudity at this point, both my own and other people’s, but I still have that moment of checking other people out. I’m sure they look me over too. In that setting, I don’t care. And Harold and I were way too into each other to really pay much attention to making a good presentation.
Goldmyer is amazing. I’ve posted about it before. It may be my favorite place on the planet. It has certainly been a special place for Harold and me together – many of our big moments have occurred in those deliciously warm pools, surrounded by nature. There’s usually other people around, but they generally respect your privacy if you seem to want it. It’s just a sacred place. People tend to get that.
Harold and I talked some more while we waited for people to clear off and then we got the little waterproof vibrator out. It felt nice on my clit, but I wasn’t getting anywhere really. We stopped. Harold suggested that perhaps we were having troubles with the first of our objectives, to feel close to each other. He was right. Everything was fine between us, except that I was holding back on a deep level. When I looked at it, I realized that I was still upset about an argument we’d had 6 weeks ago. Something about that fight had left me feeling like I couldn’t trust him and it had never gotten repaired.
It’s amazing how one little thing can totally compromise my ability to orgasm. There I was, in the most beautiful place on the planet, alone with a man I adore, and unresolved feelings from an old fight were getting in my way. I’d thought that I was over that disagreement. Because what I most wanted was to feel close to Harold, it meant that I was going to have to spend some time going over objective 3) working through any emotional issues that happened to come up, even though I really didn’t want to.
We talked over things for a long time. It turns out that it was not only my stuff – Harold had issues to process through as well! Other people came up to the hot springs, but for a while we just wrapped ourselves up in each other, whispering frantically. We cleared out everything that had been building up between us, our connection coming out clear and strong. I began to feel a lot of desire.
We started thinking about heading back to our tent. Dusk was beginning to fall. Our fingers and toes were wrinkled and white. But a funny thing happened as we started to become more aware of our surroundings – we started conversing with the people around us. I am so busy all of the time that I forget what it’s like to have a normal conversation with people. If you can consider sitting around naked, talking about erotic foreign movies normal. I do.
By the time we made it back to our tent, made food, and crawled into the tent, it was nearly midnight. We had spent about 10 hours straight in the water! After crawling into our sleeping bags and eating, we began to make love. No, we had actually been making love all day. But we began to be carnally involved.
Half sweaty, half cold, we explored each other’s flesh under the sleeping bags. We had the body knowledge and comfort level of long time partners, with the enthusiasm and raw lust of of new lovers. With all the time we needed, we took it slow and sensuous. We were animals stalking each other’s pleasure, using our favorite sex acts to burn through the artificial boundaries that separate people. We made love until light began to filter in through the tent.
After a while, nature called, so we went to the outhouse and back up to the hot springs with our coffee. It feels miraculous to watch the morning unfold after such a night. I let the water soothe any aches in my body, listening to the river, watching the birds come out, feeling full of love. It was lovely to enjoy the stillness and experience the clarity of being fully in my body. I felt amazingly empowered, a feeling that has lasted for several days.
After a couple of hours we went back to camp for some breakfast. I didn’t feel at all tired, despite a lack of sleep. I read a little Leaves of Grass by the river. We went back into the tent and made love some more – more straight fucking this time. Then we packed up our camp with the same efficiency and hiked home.
Aftercare doesn’t always get the attention it deserves. This week’s Sinful Sunday image is of me after a fairly intense power exchange/bondage/spanking/CBT/anal play scene, followed by fucking. When we were done basking in the glow, I went outside to get some fresh air and eat an apple. Harold snapped this candid shot of me getting the aftercare I needed. I like it because It’s just me. I’m not trying to look glamorous or be anything else. Strangely enough, it turns out that being me looks pretty sexy!
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The people I love are pretty wonderful. I’m glad that I am polyamorous, in multiple relationships with other people who are also in multiple relationships, because I would hate to have to chose among them. This way I can let each relationship be exactly what it is, without trying to force things into some preconceived ideal of a relationship. It’s not that I don’t believe in monogamy – that totally works for a lot of people. I’m just very thankful for my many loves.
Recently I needed a break and wanted to hike to Goldmyer Hot Springs. Joel willingly held down the fort so I could go. He’s fabulous that way, taking care of the children so I can work or play. My other two loves, Harold and Blyss, hiked with me. Blyss and I are new together and still figuring out how things go, but we’ve all been friends for a long time. She and Harold get along well. In fact, I loved watching them flip each other shit as we walked.
It felt natural to hold hands with one or the other for a time then drift apart. Harold and Blyss are not romantically involved with each other, so rather than forming a triangle together, we are a V, with me at the point and either of them at the ends. Lucky me! Lots of kisses! But my favorite part was just how easy and relaxed everything was.
The hot springs are such a magical place. When I’m there my cares melt away. I feel more present, more in my body, and more turned on. Maybe it’s the inundation of the senses – the soothing roar of the river as it rushes past, the sting of cold raindrops on warm flesh, the fresh smell of the water and surrounding plants, the bright flashes as birds dart by. The power and serenity of the space lets me feel more myself than normal and lucky for us, no one else was there that day.
I made my way back into the cave where the spring comes out of the rock. In the heavy, moist air, I sat in the darkness and meditated. My Blyss came to sit next to me. My fingers slowly traced the broad curves of her breasts. I kissed her in the wet darkness, feeling the line of her jaw, her neck, and the hollow between her breasts. I had a moment of knowing perfection – a sacred being connected to another sacred being, in a sacred place. We parted without words and I made my way back out of the cave.
Later, I came together with Harold, our bodies intertwined in the water. Our intimacy slowly grew with kisses and groping. I stood over him and he licked my pussy while squeezing my ass. I eased back into the water and took his cock in my mouth before moving up to kiss some more. We looked into each other’s eyes and I carressed his hard on. We had a delicious sense of connection without any real urgency to act sexually.
We got home just in time for Joel to get to his engagement. We talked on the phone to make sure we were both doing okay. Later, when I burst into tears for reasons I was not able to articulate, Blyss and Harold bundled me into bed and both snuggled me. Cozy domestic things comfort me.
It’s this kind of togetherness that makes me happy to be poly. It’s the normal, everyday life things – making dinner, reading bedtime stories to the kids, taking a hike together. Yes, the sex makes me very happy, but in the end, it’s love. And I have lots and lots of love.
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