In a perfect world
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Posted:Jan 28, 2014 6:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2014 6:21 am
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All of a sudden, grips about alcohol sales, traffic light cameras, and political polls just seem so frivolous huh?
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A Coke and smile
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Posted:Jan 26, 2014 8:58 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2014 9:23 am
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My wife had a date last night.
That’s right, a date.
The man she was with was handsome, charming, intelligent, and funny.
She’s known him for awhile. Over 20 years.
That man was me. 
Last night we had a chance to see Anchorman 2.
I love just about anything Will Ferrell does, from his Saturday Night Live stuff to his racing days as Ricky Bobby in Talladega Nights.
But Ron Burgundy is one of my more favorite characters he’s played.
The movie was dumb, as expected, but in a good way. We both laughed, and sometimes cried, several times throughout show. 
In fact it had been 10 years since we’ve been to the movies together, seeing the original Anchorman in 2003.
One thing we didn’t miss about the movies was the price.
Wow!
Now I know why it took us 10 years to get back.
$18.00 for two sodas and a medium popcorn.
Yikes!! 
But we had fun, none the less, and it was nice spending time together.
We’ve missed that.
She wants to see Phil this week, so we’ll see how that goes and if their schedules can accommodate that.
Have a great Sunday everyone!
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Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot
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Posted:Jan 25, 2014 8:04 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2014 2:04 pm
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‘Miri,’ is a feminist from New York, who was interviewed last night on the CNN. She writes and blogs about differences between men and women, society, and sex. It was a great interview, and eye opening to me and the panelist involved.
“Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion.
Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly. Many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y. We grew being instructed to moisturize, trim or shave, hide and show, or alter this or that.
That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, its okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out, or it’s more comfortable, or she likes how she looks in it. Or better yet, she simply wants to wear it.
The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.”
Thoughts?
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This sequel wasn’t like the first
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Posted:Jan 24, 2014 9:43 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2014 7:13 am
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My wife spoke with Mark last night. It was the first time in over a month that she’s had any sort of communication with him.
She ended it with him for the ‘second’ time, and I don’t know if that’s even the right term to use here.
She said he took it well, and in a sense agreed with her, that now wasn’t the right time for them. The breakup leaves the door open, but whether or not someone passes through it again is another story.
Mark is complicated in a way.
He disappears like this at times, going weeks or months without a note, phone call or text. He’s unemotionally available too, and that’s another key trait that played a role in their breakup the first time around.
Don’t get me wrong, Mark is a nice man, a true bull to the word, but he lacks the one cementing criteria my wife needs in an outside lover.
Genuine commitment over time.
What Mark did for us I’m very grateful.
He truly introduced us to cuckolding in real life, validated feelings and guided us, in particular me, through the rough waters of this lifestyle.
She dated Mark for two years the first time around.
I recall the first time we met for coffee. He wore black slacks that enhanced his bulge dramatically, something that my wife caught instantly and spoke of during our ride home that night.
But there was a connection and a passion that they shared from the moment the met.
Mark was an alpha, and knowing how much she desired and was attracted to that trait in a man, he used every bit of it to woo and seduce her on a regular basis.
Mark took her places sexually she’d never been, and in a sense, me too.
He opened her mind and body to the experiences of satisfying and intense sex.
During one of our many conversations Mark told me my wife was a size queen. Of course it played into my fantasies, but aloud it was something I balked because she had always downplayed the idea when I asked.
One time as they fucked in what appeared to be themselves alone, I was lurking, watching and listening.
Neither saw me or knew I was there.
She was on top of him.
They were face to face kissing.
It was intimate and sexual between them.
I overheard Mark say, “You like big cocks, don’t you?”
My wife with a faint voice said yes, before kissing him again and ultimately getting off.
He knew how to command and lead her mind in bed, and over time it was magical when they touched and shared each other together.
When they broke up the first time she was relieved the rollercoaster of hit and miss was over, but disappointed because of the connection and sex she lost.
This time, it’s more disappointment and a sense of being used, because she had sex once with him shortly after he reappeared.
Men knock commitment. It scares them, but sexual commitment, and throwing it away for the new or the chase is something I’ll never understand.
It’s speculated Mark went back to the girl he was dating or perhaps he’ll play the field. That was something he hinted about, but never truly admitted when she talked to him.
It’s hard to recapture greatness. Once that window closes or we move on, going back is never as satisfying as our minds lead us to believe.
Life is meant to move forward, not to regress or relive.
That’s saved for our thoughts.
And we have lots of those.
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Musings with The Madam
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Posted:Jan 23, 2014 7:59 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2014 8:59 am
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Regardless of some, intentional rejection, lying and deception isn’t part of cuckolding.
In fact, those aren’t associated with any sort of relationships or lifestyle activities.
Recently The Madam read my post a few weeks ago Guilty by association, regarding men who lie to get laid. Naturally, she felt compelled to comment.
‘Your writing struck a nerve with me. Like most women I have been lied to too; taken advantage by gutless men whose insincere words penetrated my mind. It happens to us all, even the most liberated of women. I hate lairs. They are thieves, stealing your trust and dignity as they sneak out in the coldness of the night. They leave you with shame and embarrassment, and asking yourself “what you did wrong?”
Being lied to and deceived in that manner is one major reason why women ignore the lifestyle or sex all together.
Before I knew what I know now, I answered an ad of a charming young man. He was everything I was looking for, charismatic, strong, sexual and seductive.
He claimed to have been a bull before and his leading wit and mentality led me to believe so. I fucked him, once. It was incredible. Then he left, and I never heard from him again. Outwardly I was unfazed, but inside I was devastated. This man stole from me. He took my sexuality, my orgasm, and my mind, on the promise he’d be there for more. I recalled one night afterwards, staring at myself in the mirror after I had gotten out of the shower, looking at my stomach and saggy breasts. I was disgusted, thinking that he was. All sorts of thoughts marveled throughout my mind that I wasn’t attractive enough for him, which was why he never returned. The thoughts were deep reaching back into my failing marriage.
It took me awhile to get over it, and throughout that time I refrained from sex because I couldn’t go through the mental anguish of rejection again and not feeling desired enough. But think about it, how can a cuckoldress or an aspiring one not have sex? Yea, it doesn’t work well.
Long time lifestylers suggested a more vigorous screening process which was something I began doing.
Most cuckolding couples don’t do the one night stand thing, for the mere reality that it’s really not cuckolding – it’s a one night stand, and cuckolding is a process.
I began screening men, asking questions about their sexual pasts, because as you know every man is a bull, right? I prolonged meeting, or met some numerous times on plutonic playing field. I became honest, blunt and open. I took cues, reading body language, and combing emails looking for the slightest sight of deceivement. And you know what, it’s worked well. Liars don’t want to meet for a drink or settle for a mere kiss a dozen times, because that’s a “wasted” effort with you when they be destroying the physic of another non-suspecting woman through lying sex.
As I looked through your blog readers I suspect most are men, perhaps wanna-be cucks. But I wonder how many men that read your blog have intentionally lied to women to get laid? I also wonder why they don’t comment or defend their deceiving decision live on a public board. But instead the hide. They hide behind their screen names, misleading profiles, and a persona and personality that’s false as well.
When a woman posts for a friend with benefits, a fuck buddy, a bull, or whatever term it’s being called, it’s what it is, something steady and regular. Even the grey area of “no strings” attached has strings, but not the emotional obligations most think. No strings sex, unless clarified before hand, usually involves another booty call or the intention of ones in the future.
A posting for a one night stand is simple and defined as such.
People who lie have character flaws. They are selfish, and as much as I despise them, they are a part of life, relationships and sexual lifestyles…
To the lying men that may read this beware, Karma is an unforgiving creature and so are scorn women.’
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They’re not all blonde bimbos
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Posted:Jan 21, 2014 8:29 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2014 7:55 am
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Here comes a spoiler alert.
Hotwives aren’t always blonde, big boobed, and dingy.
They’re not always a size zero, wearing pantyless skirts and dresses, and sucking cock in the bathrooms of local bars and rest areas.
They aren’t always stay-at-home moms and wives, dreaming of dick and fucking the UPS guy.
They are real people.
Real women who could indeed live next door to you.
Maybe you saw her at a stop light?
Or, perhaps she bagged your groceries?
Or, maybe she rode to the 10th floor next to you inside an elevator.
No, hotwives aren’t always blonde, but they’re more common than you think.
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If he only knew
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Posted:Jan 20, 2014 8:16 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2014 2:42 pm
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Oh, the age of innocence, huh? 
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The verbal Picasso
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Posted:Jan 18, 2014 8:00 am
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2014 10:11 am
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She’s very deliberate.
She’s soft and gentle with her words.
Her soft voice leads you, and the honestly behind her story and feelings draws you in.
“He was so hard,” she said, referring to the other morning with Phil as he joined her for a quickie in the shower.
She decided I wasn’t going to watch or be a part of it, and this morning was the first time she’s disclosed any of her details to me.
“He just knows how to fuck me. He took a hold of my hips from behind and I could feel his cock against my ass. I couldn’t wait. He bent me over and just shoved it inside,” she whispered in my ear, then kissing it, as I tugged on myself naked beside her.
“Did it feel good?” I whispered back frantically.
“Of course it did. He commented on my tightness and asked if you and I were having sex again,” she replied.
“What did you say?” I asked her.
“I told him the truth, ‘that no we weren’t,’ and ‘his cock was the only one I wanted,’” she replied.
“Oh my god,” I said, in a euphoric sense, feeling the weight of my orgasm traveling up my dick.
She giggled lightly, in a sensual matter. “Slow down honey,” she cooed, “I still have more to tell you.”
My strokes slowed and I could feel my wetness against my pathetic fingers.
“Would you like to suck on my nipple?” She asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
Up to her knees she arose. Her large thick brown nipples were slightly erect as they hung over my face.
She leans in closer and lowers them.
“Take it in your mouth,” she directed me.
My lips opened and I nursed softly on one as she wanted.
“Hmm, I like that,” she said as she continued telling me about her morning.
“Oh honey he fucked me good. It was hard and fast. He always knows how to fuck me,” she said, her piercing words delving back into my mind and the shaft of my dick.
“Ohh,” I moaned softly.
“That’s it honey, moan for me,” she said, luring it out almost instantly.
I began moving my hips as she encouraged my hand fucking.
She removed her nipple from my mouth. It was reddish from my sucking, sloppy wet, and hard.
“I want it all over my boobs,” she said, speaking of my load which was building.
She placed her breasts over top on it, and with each stroke upward I crashed into her mature bust.
“Ohh..,” I moaned again as I unloaded between them and specifically on her nipple, the one I was sucking on earlier.
It felt wonderful, cumming in fashion that I did.
My eyes were closed and there was a part of me light headed.
My heart was racing as I was slowly began coming down.
Then I felt wetness on my face.
It was slippery and gooey.
“You need to clean this up for me honey,” she said.
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always validating with that statement. 
