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Man, Woman, Man, Man

28 Sunday Apr 2019

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I’ve been toying around with this impulse for a few years. I have literally been in every type of sensual situation there is.  With some exceptions (beastiality, excessive bondage & a few more).  Maybe it’s the maturing factor that has me teetering on the edge of settling down.  What I want is a relationship with a woman and a man, weather it be under one roof or three different roofs. I would even consider two guys and myself. I just don’t think my mechanics is meant for the traditional man-woman type relationship.  I’m more apt to being true to two than being tied to one…

Of course I’ve tried the one on one as we dove into the world of Swingers. That was interesting and there were some fun moments. We traveled the tropics and basked in the warm sun, gentle breezes, clear waters, sex on the beach with the wife while the husband watched, or the wife going down on me while I engaged in fellatio with her spouse. Or my partner having anal with the wife while the spouse perform cunnilingus on me.

I think the most memorable was being on the west coast, we met this couple at a Super Swingers party.  We went to a mutual room had traditional Swinger’s sex and went our separate way. The sex was delicious! Two nights later, we entered one of my favorite west coast dining spots a little early for our reservation, we decided to sit at the bar until our table was ready. In walks the couple from two nights ago. We decided why not have dinner together. As we dined, of course we reminisced, rehashed the delights we had enjoyed. A couple of bottles later we were on our way to their place to create more delicious memories.  The women traveled together, as did the men. We texted rules as we traveled to their home. Things like; no clothes allowed past the foyer. Stop word would be “red”. Other than moaning, sounds of pleasure, no sentences necessary.  Upon arrival I undressed completely, I then undressed my partner, who in turn undressed the husband (interesting, I thought to myself) and he undressed his wife. As he removed her thong panties, he inserted sliver Ben Wa balls into her vagina. She attached silver nipple clamps on my rock hard nipples and began to finger fuck me, lubing my clit with my juices. I dropped to my knees and began sucking both penis’, making them both bob up and down with sexual excitement. Ben Wa balls were inserted into my wet pussy and I had my first climax. The husband began to masturbate oozing clear juice that he used to rub on his wife’s pink nipples. As they hardened he attached a set of gold nipple clamps. While she rubbed my clit, gathering juices, she began to rim my anus. I began to rub her clit and inserting my wet fingers into her husband’s mouth, he suck my fingers like a cock. Nipple clamps were put on both men’s nipples and a cock ring was put on the husband. The Ben Wa balls were removed from the wife and my partner inserted his rock hard penis in her dripping wet pussy. She climaxed as he fucked her doggy style while she licked and sucked my pussy with Ben Wa balls still inserted. I was wild with a cascade of climaxes. My partner pulled out of the wife’s wetness and the husband began to lick his wife’s juice off of my partner’s raging cock. While he sucked my partner I sucked him. The wife moved in behind me and began to to rim my anus with her tongue and  darting in and out of my anus. When my partner climaxed, the husband inserted his hard cock into my anus while my partner masturbated my clit. The husband climaxed, I climaxed, my partner licked the wife’s clit, she climaxed and my partner climaxed again while the husband masturbated his once again hard cock.  While in the shower, my partner soaped the wife’s anus, inserted his cock as she inserted a life size rubber penis into the the her  pussy. The husband inserted a penis dildo into my pussy, I soaped my anus and guided him inside.

It’s moments like those that confirm my desire for a man woman relationship. I’ve tried the sites. But they’re either newbies, not sure of what they want, no experience, couples who hop from one person to the next or the quirky couple likes to have sex in cars and public places.  I’m thinking a nice, maybe older couple who had swinging fun back in the day, still wants to enjoy the pleasures but ready to settle on one special lady.

Are you out there, somewhere?  Man, woman, man, man ready to share for the long term?

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A quick snapshot

02 Sunday Oct 2016

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I’ve been asked by many, what I do? I write for a publishing house who wouldn’t want me to divulge their brand.  My blog began as a way of self expression, later morphing into a combination of readers who write to me and my experiences. I’ve written many articles that are  proof read by editors and their assistants, thus my blogs contains errors galore, but I think that gives it a homey, believable feel.  I’m currently working on a novel. Because of your inquires I’ve decided to share one snippet with you. I’ve chosen this page because…well I’ll let you see for yourself.  I’ll be back in a few with more adventures from the world of internet dalliances, fornication and hookups (fall has been fruitful).  Until then enjoy the snippet…

The cool air moving across Amanda’s face was a welcomed relief, compared to the sweat rolling down her arms. She pedaled at moderate pace, with slow deliberate breaths. The path was dimly lit, flat and smooth, against the dark back drop of the park. The tall trees were a canopy, shielding the night sky. She made good time creating distance between her and the house she fled. She pedaled faster.

She attempted to adjust her ball cap. The bike began to wobble as she realized her hands, her legs were trembling and her heart was pounding loudly in her ears. With a deep breath Amanda steadied herself, adjusted the cap tighter. With more control she pedaled forward.

Amanda dared not look behind her fearing she would slow her progress. Just ahead she could see the red glow as it came into view. The first of three traffic signals. Not wanting to decrease her speed, she willed the light to turn green as she drew closer to the intersection. Just as she began to coast, the light signaled green, as she glided effortlessly across the brightly lit intersection that was miraculously void of vehicles.
The bike path took a western route, Amanda veered north, deciding the confines of the sidewalk would be better than the street, using the parked cars as a buffer to any oncoming traffic. It slowed her pace a little. The black hat, jacket and pants made her almost invisible to the traffic on the street, as she calmly breezed through intersections two and three.

Eager to proceed to her next phase. Hopping off the bike at a running pace, she quickly steered it into the tall bushes of an abandon house. Behind the over grown thicket of brush laid her backpack. She quickly began to strip, putting each article of clothing, and shoes, in a separate plastic bag, she had retrieved from the pack. Standing naked and cold, she removed the gun from the pouch on the bike, put it in a cloth bag and the pouch in a plastic bag. Finally removing her leather gloves, carefully folding them inside out, adding them to the plastic bag with the pouch. Taking fresh garments from the backpack, she checked the watched in her pants pocket. She would need to move quickly to discard the bags before boarding the bus back to the city.      ©️ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Forging Ahead. It’s Never Easy

07 Wednesday Sep 2016

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I’m inspired by a few things. I am on the high floor of a magnificent hotel with a fantastic view,  no sounds except the clapping of my keyboard.  The bed was, is beyond dreamy, the pillows sofa yet comfortable. Arriving late last night with my Coterie, we sat and enjoyed a few lagers before retiring.  With the street noise so far below I am transcended into melancholy of the past weeks. I’ve been trying with all my wit to forge a new relationship of sorts, although unconventional to the average Joe, I like doing things that are against the norm.

I’ve been open-minded, yielding, extremely giving-maybe, too giving.

 If you don’t look like an adonis, why are you being so picky??? For Pete’s Sake!!  You don’t run, you don’t walk, you don’t golf, you don’t play tennis…you play board games, watch movies and eat a lot of red meat!!!  That takes a toll on one’s physique, not to mention other unmentionable parts.  So I’m not a WF, I’m a mix of many parts, some may so exoctic. I was guileless, did not hide it! Why are you being an asshole?  First you want to known what my likes and dislikes are-reason being, still not sure…for the sake of conversation; So he won’t say or do the wrong thing.  Seriously?  Life is ebb and flow!  You be who you are, not hide behind some bullshit of meaningless crap because…If I could figure that out we’d be an item by now, I suppose.  This being his transcript (not mine); he’s divorced, spends a lot of time at home, watching tv, cooking, watching tv, drinking beer, watching tv and he’s ready to find someone, to start living.   Need I state the obvious here??  I’m still kicking myself for being drawn to this…this person. I sent 3 photos, all different to show my versatility and he wasn’t satisfied with those.

“Wow, they all look different! Is this 3 different people? Do you have anymore I can look at?” 

Ah, no I do not.  WTF!?  I could have easily said; Look you aren’t the most handsome guy I’ve met, you’re not the most unattractive one either, but I thought you were a nice guy and I was looking for nice, not handsome, not over the moon knock-out gorgeous.  I’m willing to bet there’s not a six or an eight pack under that t-shirt and bulky coat (in the photo you sent to me).  BUT what I did say;  I think we’ve come to an impasse.  Why don’t you mull the photos over for a few days and get back to me. His subsequent correspondence has been directed to the TRASH BIN.

I move on…A week remaining before my trip to the outskirts of the Big Apple with my Cortier,  I give it one more go.  If you fall off the horse, you’ve got to get your bum up, dust it off and get back on!  Right?

Which brings me to the “PROFESSOR“!  Not that he was or is a professor. He struck me as such when I ventured out to meet him, after several correspondences.  Much older than he had claimed. Okay, so he used an old photo, we all do that from time to time.  But the person I’d corresponded with was not the person I met at the coffee cafe.  Grouchy about having lost his life. Was having an affair (she was Japanese, married with 2 children), they fell in love, she went home to get divorced but decided not to return…Meanwhile, he divorces his wife, she takes him to the cleaners (can you blame her?) alimony-child support and in the interim he’s laid off from his executive position, ate his nest egg keeping up the spousal support, etcetera, etectera, etectera…I took time from my busy day for this?  TMI!!!  He works from his apartment, that was a condo when we first began to correspond.  His voluntary inventory of said apartment: a lounge chair, his work station, computer, etc., (and my personal favorite) a traditional Japanese futon (mat).  Yep!  That’s not a typo…a mat. If you know anything about Asian culture, you know a mat means just that! M-A-T, no elevation as in the western world. I was so stunned by the mat, it took a few minutes for the lack of other items that weren’t included in the inventory.  Okay. So, you’re thinking we’re going to spend our time at my house?  Seriously!  NO!         I waited a few minutes, made small talk about the weather, about stuff in general, finish my espresso drink, looked at my watch and said;        “This has been just wonderful! I’ve enjoyed our conversation, you seem like a special guy, but I do need to head out, I’ve got more work facing me before I end my day. We’ll talk soon.”

“What’s your phone number, I can send you mine and we can keep in touch by text. Email is so impersonal, don’t you think?  Besides, I’d like to call you and wish you sweet dreams at night and maybe end it with some tantalizing conversation, if you know what I mean.” <grinning his ass off>

Oh my! He’s got a plan and I’m it!  I smile my best flight attendant smile, position my voice to sooth and I reply; Well, I hardly know you. We haven’t been emailing that long and we just met this one time today. Let’s see how it goes, I can always give it to you in a couple of days.        He was not happy. But he had no choice in the matter.  Subsequent emails have found their way to the TRASH BIN.

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As I sit and enjoy the view, I remind myself that as difficult as it may seem, the universe will come full circle and I’ll once again find that special someone. But for now, enjoy the comradely with your coterie, the city, the food, the OPEN…

Dating in the first century of the 3rd millennium has its challenges. Be smart. Set limits. Avoid the cyrano-syndrome.

Thanks for being a loyal fan.                                                                                                                          Addison       addieg.blog@gmail.com

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graynotedblog Celebrating 50th Entry

12 Tuesday Jan 2016

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graynotedblog Affirmative Spirit Celebrating 50th blog entry. Thank you for your support.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             addieg.blog@gmail.com

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How do I stop?

30 Tuesday Jun 2015

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I’ve flown by the seat of my pants for some time now. I categorize myself as a lone wolf. It was a way to free myself from the bounds of being accountable, having to explain and a bed partner when I wasn’t in the mood. It was a difficult, heartbreaking decision to break it off, but I felt if I was remotely thinking of doing something so rash, then it had to be done.

I did. He was hurt. I am sorry. But still, it was the best. The relationship was heading in a direction I wasn’t ready for…more to the point he wasn’t the guy. The wedding bells, blissful riding off into the sunset guy. Oh, he was sweet, he had a good heart, but he was just a little too controlling for my personality. No, I wasn’t going to prime him for threesome, adult clubs or private (invite only) sex parties. It wasn’t that kind of relationship. We were normal. It was a normal relationship. Work the week and enjoy our weekends, either at home (my house, usually) or off on a two adventure.

We’d wake, make coffee, I’d feed my girl, we’d change and head out for a nice early morning run. Enjoy cups of my favorite brew on the sun porch reading the morning paper while planning our day. A farmer’s market in out in the country, or a day tip just because. Dinner out or a fest at home of our market selections. He was a wonderful cook and we took turns. It was all so picture perfect. But when I looked in the mirror I saw no sparkle in my brown eyes. A girls knows when she’s happy, if she’s being honest with herself. The eyes tell it all. When men are happy, they tend to block out the other stuff. He was happy.

It’s been a year and I’m getting along fabulously. On a moments notice I decided to attend the 2015 French Open. Just me. I’ve done that a lot in past 13 months. I’ve found an excellent house and pet sitter who has been a Godsend. She’s great with my girl and she is perfect for my home.

Within a 14 day period, I had tickets to the opens last 3 days, a prime hotel and round-trip air tickets. I packed light, I had visions of shopping my way through the rue des Rosiers, the Place des Vosges, Printemps and Galeries Lafayette. And I wasn’t disappointed!

A woman alone, meandering through the streets of Paris. It was liberatice!  The food was fantastic! The Open was…well, the men’s match was very exciting as a new champion was crowned. And Serena didn’t disappoint the crowd of French aristocrats when she gave her winning, thank you speech in French…flawless French!

While my seat was not a nose bleeder, it wasn’t an inner circle-on the court seat either. Sitting in the mid section, I was seated between a British couple all three days, on the second day I realized they were together and married. I offered that the gentleman and I would exchange seats so he could sit next to his wife. As we sat 3 together we engaged in conversation during exchange of sides and in between sets. The wife and I had a couple of ladies’ room breaks together. By day 3, we greeted each other as old friends as we entered the stadium together. There was dinner afterwards. A stroll through the park by the Tower Eiffel. And we shared a kiss, husband and I at the wife’s request. It was a shy peck on the lips until she baulked that we should kiss as they French would kiss. We did. It was spine tingling. We walked and talked until we found our way back to their hotel. We sat in the lobby, at my insistence, I felt they needed to explore their options a little more. I sensed this would be a new experience for both and I wanted to make sure they were sure.

We headed up to the concierge floor, grabbed a bottle of French bubbly and began our exploration of each other. She was older than her husband. He was fairly handsome, with abs and tight butt. Her breasts were soft with evidence of her age, but she was well versed in the art of tonguing my clit making me wetter than I’d ever been. Once she’d gotten me wet while I licked and sucked on his hard as a rock cock, she wanted to watch as he inserted himself into my juicy pussy. She sat in a chair while we made out on the bed, as if she wasn’t there. I glanced over to find her naked, spread legged and masturbating. Pulling on her nipple and fingering her pussy, eyes focused on he and I, as he turned me over to fuck me doggie style. I offered to oblige her, she insisted that I enjoy her husband. He and I came together. It was tense, loud and hard. We enjoyed our post coitus bliss. She was very appreciative, but I felt it was I who should be thanking her. He was awesome. He wanted to shower together, we did, did it again in the shower, redressed and headed out for a late night drink in the lobby bar with some cheese and crackers.

I was beginning to feel a little exhausted. The sun at the stadium, the champagne, the wine, the orgasms, were catching up with me. She walked me to the Valet who hailed me a cab, we hugged, thanked each other and into the cab I went. I left the next day, departing CDG early afternoon for ATL. I occupied myself between meals with my iPod listening to an audiobook. But I could help asking myself several times; How do I stop? How do I stop being the lone wolf? Open and free for adventure, impromptu moments.

As I keyed the door to my garage, I was so happy to see my girl. We played our welcome home game, her bringing me all her favorite toys to play with at once. And in that moment, I decided; I don’t want to stop. I think I’ll get another German Shepherd puppy.

KISS

20 Monday Apr 2015

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It’s Monday morning. Torrential rains have washed away the pollen build up from the great but sneezy weekend weather. I am grateful…grateful for many things.

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Keeping It Simply Simple (KISS) during the weekend

I relented from from a not so healthy relationship. (Quite yay.)

I finally cleaned out, boxed unwanted items, from all my closets. (A result of stick-to-itness for relationship escape)

Rode my bike, predawn, in lieu of pressing myself to run my distance, after a nite of Downton Abbey binging (4 episodes) with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon Reserved ($$$) & homemade pasta & salad w/homemade sauce & dressing. (My inner chef) Sans the candles, table cloth & fine china.

Sunday nite, I made my to do list of things to do, people to call, appointments to make…long list, lots to do. Veterinary appointment, spa day for her and a much needed spa day for me. Maybe I can convince the Vet to give me a quick physical…that’s kinda creepy, better not. Garden center buy 2 ornamental trees, the yard needs more color…write in one of your blogs, it’s been way, too long. Find my creative juices, start blogging regularly.

It’s Monday.

Without Limits

06 Monday Apr 2015

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The solitary thing in life that provides the soul with nourishment. It’s always there. It’s forever apart of our being. It gives us courage. It gives us power. It allows us to be proud. And at the same time it brings us to our knees. It can strip ones dignity. It can make a strong man weak. A rich man poor. Risk are synonymous, it’s the catalyst for altercations. 

Love is infinite. 

As babies we are born into a world loved by someone. A parent’s love will be the guiding measurement as a child grows and learns about life. A first love is exciting, breathe taking. A man in love will go through great lengths to captivate his heart’s desire. “It is better to have loved and lost…” 

Love is unmeasurable. 

The sayings; “I love you from the moon and back.”  “I love you more than I love myself…”  How much is a pound of love? You can’t choose your family-but you choose your spouse…’til death do you part. 

Loveless.

What is it like not to be loved? What happens to the soul? Does it die? Does the heart cease to beat? How do you stop believing in love? 

Live and Let Live

06 Friday Feb 2015

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WTF!
Here we go! Self centered, self absorbed Americans passing judgement on something they are absolutely clueless about. If I sound irate, I am.

These are people that think if you’re on all fours and enjoy intercourse, use a butt plug, perform fellatio, you are deeply perverted. The only way…sorry the correct way to enjoy an orgasm is to lie on your back and spread your legs. WTF!!! No doubt, that too, is a submissive posture. He’s on top, in control and will probably cum first. Geeez! Get a gripe maidens.

How about try it, before you diss it?

There is a group of, probably horny-haven’t had a decent lay since-forever, bitches. They are urging that people need to boycott the movie Fifty Shades of Grey and donate your ticket money to a woman’s abuse charity. The movie, according to these obsessed possessed, holier than thou angels, is promoting violence against women.

Read the book! There’s no abuse. There are, consenting adults who partake in a form of sexual pleasure that has been around since the Romans. Hello, holier than thou bitches, men are also portrayed as submissive in the book. More to the point, there’s an entire community of D/S.

How about you refocus, holier than thou…Talk about the undercurrent story about an abused child…a pimp and a crack whore.

I blog, because I can. I blog about sex, about my ability to enjoy pleasing a man and his wife because it’s I do. It’s called free speech. I’m not abused because I get really turned on when I feel a mans cock grow in my mouth-that’s some powerful shit! Or when I bring his wife to the mind blowing brink of her happy place and let him finish it. She’s a happy wife when it’s all said and done. Three consenting satisfied adults.

The great hard nose society needs to live and let live. If Fifty Shades…is not your thing, don’t go to see it. I’m sure Disney has something out for you to enjoy your Valentines Day weekend with your significant other.

I feel better…my hearts weekend is going to be mind boggling.

Three degrees of separation; Friend, Lover, Friend

05 Monday Jan 2015

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Lovers to friends is tricky. Break ups are messy with nasty things implied and even nastier things said. Becoming friends after a break up takes a strong constitution. Emotionally you’re prone to fall back into a zone-black hole that you’ve climbed out of, that contributed to the break up. Becoming friends with an old lover means you’ve forgiven…to forget could be dangerous..moving forward can be liberating, but old habits dye hard…

Did they cheat on you? Lie to your face? Ditch you for fun with friends? Weekend trips without you, night outs creeping home at dawn? Date night replaced with work at the office?

And somehow, after the break up, all the crap you put up with, a few weeks-months later you’re on friendly terms, this person having made it to the “friend column” in your contact list, a star by their name putting them on your favorites list. This phase has it’s “honeymoon” stage as well. You see them in a different light. The darkness that surrounded them when you were a couple on the verge of name calling and break-up, you’re not attached. You have no say or care with whom they’re sleeping, or if they’re lying to someone about meeting you for a Starbucks. It’s nice to see them, you greet them with a smile. This person is familiar you and will likely get your joke about the oddly dressed guy sitting at the next table.

For a time, it’s great! Then, like a faucet with unmarked spigots, you stress about meeting, because now you’re not sure if you are meeting a hot or cold friend. Text have become short and abrupt. You come to the realization that they are the person you left, this is the real them…you can’t change the spot of a leopard. Just short of crossing into the couple zone, you’re once again in the black hole. Do you confront them, surely you will argue, creating a monolith.

You can’t continue doing the same thing, in the same way, expecting a different result. Deny yourself the need to confront, or to discuss. Allow yourself the dignity and deny them further audience. You’ve done that breakup dance before…learn from it. Lovers to friends is a maze of emotions.

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It’s my Happy New Year!

20 Sunday Oct 2013

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Today is my Happy New Year…more commonly known as my birthday day. Its the start of another year, a new year, filled with new promises of hope, happiness and resolutions. I usually resolve to do more (not necessarily good) on this day than the actual beginning of a new year. This, to me, seems more poignant than a stoke of midnight the last day of December. If I’m going to resolve to be a better person on the multi-levels of life, today is my special day and certainly has more meaning as I am a year older.

I’m more on point to keep my resolutions and not make foolish unrealistic goals that will fade in a months time. I am a Libra. I am a pragmatic Libra. I don’t have issues, as some do with making decisions. I set goals and go after them. I am, however, a Libra in it’s truest sense when it comes to weighing both sides. I am a sensual, sexual individual who enjoys a vast carnal knowledge. I’m a little different when it comes to who, when and where, it’s a sliding “scale” of the who, with whom and gender. Consenting adults; adults who mutually agree. If its not your cup of tea, I get that. But don’t rain on everyone else’s parade because you don’t get in to it. That I have an issue with. Which, if you think about it, is basically American society. Anything that is different from that is done within secret clubs and although the circle of participants is many, you’d be hard press to stumble upon one of these private places without an invite.

I’m a Libra and i live a double life. There’s the uninhibited me and there’s the lady that conducts business, shops, has lunch and is in mainstream society. I can keep a secret. I am, to this day, a keeper of many peoples secrets. This makes me an asset. And a portion of my resolve for today is to be a better asset.
I have a fairly decent life. I am able to enjoy a lot of things and I hope to continue to create the good karma that has gotten me to this wonderful, sacred plato.

Cheers! To my Happy New Year!