<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464</id><updated>2011-11-06T16:05:01.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring</title><subtitle type='html'>A traditional mom doing untraditional things.  Much adult content, not the right blog for kids, its about my journey into something else (what exactly I don't know yet)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-601397329086171647</id><published>2010-11-08T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:27:48.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not dead..</title><content type='html'>nor am I in Houston.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That job fell through and the DH didn't get another offer until May of this year.  Unemployment was nice but its been over awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other changes...have some other POV due to friends' marriages imploding...other bloggers being outed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-601397329086171647?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/601397329086171647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=601397329086171647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/601397329086171647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/601397329086171647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-im-not-dead.html' title='No, I&apos;m not dead..'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-2714828366367952313</id><published>2009-09-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:11:42.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been busy</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden DH got a new job!  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to move to Texas! Boo (nothing against Texas but I like Florida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH is leaving at the end of this week to start.  Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be left alone with some porn and my expensive rabbit.  Yes!  (nothing like the occasinal bout of self love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, we have to put down our large geriatric dog since DH won't be here to carry her out of the house to do her business and she now wets herself in her sleep.  Double Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably will be writing more sporadically until the end of October when we'll all be settled in our new state.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know what strip club rules are in Texas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-2714828366367952313?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/2714828366367952313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=2714828366367952313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2714828366367952313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2714828366367952313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-busy.html' title='It&apos;s been busy'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-1863451509414785664</id><published>2009-08-27T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:28:10.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Cowgirl - The Anal Version</title><content type='html'>rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-1863451509414785664?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/1863451509414785664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=1863451509414785664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1863451509414785664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1863451509414785664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/08/reverse-cowgirl-anal-version.html' title='Reverse Cowgirl - The Anal Version'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-6060440140955464634</id><published>2009-08-25T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:46:30.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday # 201</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you have "your" side of the bed? Which side?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...even when we're at hotels.  When DH traveled so much for business he'd come home and find the left side covered in books :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How old is your pillow and what condition is it in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use two of them and they only last or year or so before my inner JAP comes out and demands new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is your favorite position to sleep in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always go to sleep on my left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How often do you change your sheets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least once a week.  Spunk skid marks can get yucky very fast.  Next day after a fun anal session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What helps you fall asleep when insomnia strikes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know, let me know.  Saturday night I couldn't go to sleep till 5AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Does sex make you sleepy or energized?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energized.  But DH is of the roll over and snor variety.  Often I wait till he's asleep then I go into the other room and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What is the minimum amount of sleep that you need to be functional the next day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours...don't need much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-6060440140955464634?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/6060440140955464634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=6060440140955464634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/6060440140955464634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/6060440140955464634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/08/tmi-tuesday-201.html' title='TMI Tuesday # 201'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-613285332145222665</id><published>2009-08-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:31:50.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think about?</title><content type='html'>Or do you even think during sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the moment is something that I personally struggle with both in and out of bed.  I'm better...believe me.  I spent the first part of my life worrying and planning for tomorrow while ignoring what was right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working in Europe it translated into worrying about my next trip home instead of enjoying my pub time.  In bed it was just my mind racing ahead about what was next.  There were times when I could be in the moment..but not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I have trouble if we're having more vanilla sex.  If we're doing PSE stuff like role playing, anal, or if I'm giving what we call the special BJ, I can be there and feel really connected.  But often if its just the before sleep daily sex...my mind wanders and I start daydreaming about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is another woman in bed with us and I'm watching DH with her&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;DH is watching her and me&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;I'm being ravished by some fantasy person...like a hero from one of my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this bad?  Am I denying DH some sort of connection when I do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-613285332145222665?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/613285332145222665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=613285332145222665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/613285332145222665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/613285332145222665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-think-about.html' title='What do you think about?'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-4047049317053258330</id><published>2009-08-20T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:12:15.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand To God...</title><content type='html'>everything I'm about to write is true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its so ungodly hot out here in the Sunshine State, park days with the home*school group have been avoided during the summer.  There are those of us that still get together at indoor places so the kids can play and we can chat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our favorite place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles E. Fromage (ie Chucky.E.Cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They serve beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were there were four moms and my DH there today.  Tons of kids...seems like every daycare and summer camp was there having an end of summer party so we sat way in the back in an alcove away from some of the chaos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the moms is having a milestone birthday next month so we were planning what to do to celebrate.  The consensus (we let the birthday girl have some say) is that we're renting a limo (with a pole and bar), my DH gets to be the token guy that will allow us into the two totally nude clubs (but he has to wear a collar), and then end at our favorite gay bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided this while sitting at our 'park day' at the cheesy rodent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my home*school group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(munged to keep innocent minds away)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-4047049317053258330?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/4047049317053258330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=4047049317053258330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4047049317053258330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4047049317053258330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/08/hand-to-god.html' title='Hand To God...'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-4188940489646531023</id><published>2009-08-17T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:55:44.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Blood is messing with my sex life</title><content type='html'>Any of you watch True Blood?  It's one of my favorite shows on right now.  DH got interested in it before Season 2 started so we went back and watched all of Season 1 in a one week kids-are-in-bed marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't seen it, there are several scenes that are very sexual explicit..topless Anna Paquin is a sight that should make anyone, male or not, sexual aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...last weeks episode had some very adult scenes including an orgy.  But it wasn't a *hot* orgy..it was pretty creepy.   Post True Blood sex that night...and DH couldn't climax...could barely keep an erection.  In the 20 years we've been together this has NEVER happened.  I asked what the problem was...and DH said he couldn't keep that night's orgy scene from his mind and it made it difficult for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought about not watching last night's episode but DH was waiting for so we did.  Nothing too bad...but during another Anna topless scene (which DH used to drool over) he kept making squishy face.  "you don't think *she* is hot?"  I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's in bed with a vampire.  No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned it off right there....HBO ain't gonna be messing with my sex life anymore.  Just like I declare some shows offlimits to my kids...I now declare True Blood off limits to hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck it, HBO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-4188940489646531023?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/4188940489646531023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=4188940489646531023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4188940489646531023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4188940489646531023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/08/true-blood-is-messing-with-my-sex-life.html' title='True Blood is messing with my sex life'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-3306452120701004906</id><published>2009-08-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:27:56.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What on earth to write about?</title><content type='html'>My writing time gets divided between four places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;My anyone can read it blog&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;my genre fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex has been good but nothing extraordinary like having sex with a strange woman.  Had some stripper titties  in my face but that's not all that abnormal anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been grabbing my interest lately is politics....I've been way into the health care debate.  But there is a bit of crossover today.  Rumor is, according to Politco, John Edwards is going to fess up and admit that the 18 month child of his former mistress is his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What chaps my ass isn't that he cheated on his cancer-ridden wife.  It's that he keeps fucking lying about it.  First it didn't happen, then it was one time, then the affair was over before Skank-Whore got pregnant.  Yes, I called her Skank-Whore....a quick review of her life shows her to be an opportunist.  I bet she thinks she won the lottery getting knocked up by Mr. Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And John Edwards was willing to take his family down with him...Anyone with two brain cells knows that this stuff comes out during a campaign and yet he put his wife and kids out there knowing that this could happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now getting off the soapbox*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-3306452120701004906?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/3306452120701004906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=3306452120701004906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/3306452120701004906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/3306452120701004906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-on-earth-to-write-about.html' title='What on earth to write about?'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-1816439695636503320</id><published>2009-08-02T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:36:20.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...a little rough</title><content type='html'>Didn't realize it'd been so long since I've posted.  It's been crunch time getting a website done and DH was out of town on some job interviews.  No offers probably for the jobs but at least he's getting some attention.  I've also been spending an incredible amount of time on Facebook filling out stupid memes and uploading photos of stuff as mundane as our homemade donuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...things have been fine on the sex front for me.  There was some minor drama in the HS community over my rejection of L.    Evidently I led her on.  *insert eyeroll here*  You know what I want?  A man with tits.  Someone into no strings fun and no drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH has been eating me every night just about.   The joy of eating pussy is a recent revelation to me.  Between Ron's blog and my own experience I totally get how letting someone go down on my can be a *giving* thing.  Last night, after we were rudely awakened by a 2AM visitor at the door, DH was having a hard time getting back to sleep so he scooted down to the end of the bed, pushed my shorts to the side and started licking the bare area.  The hottest thing?  When he would just breathe right above my clit.  I swear...I saw stars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was getting close, DH roughly (for him) pulled me to the edge of the bed and shoved himself inside my gasping pussy.  I think it was 3 hard full strokes and I was having the climax of my life...it felt like it lasted forever.  As I floated back to earth, DH pulled me up by my hands, had me stand at the edge of the bed, and swiftly pulled down my shorts.  Knowing what DH wanted I bent over the bed as he entered me...while I stood on my toes and moved my legs together.  It wasn't long before I could feel DH getting ready to cum..and he did with a very loud groan (usually he's silent...I'm the noisy one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this anywhere near as rough as I'd like to try?  eh..no.  But it was more than DH has ever done before...the action of him taking down my shorts was very hot to me.  But baby steps are better than nothing..it shows that he's interested in satisfying my sexual interests and that means a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-1816439695636503320?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/1816439695636503320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=1816439695636503320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1816439695636503320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1816439695636503320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/08/finallya-little-rough.html' title='Finally...a little rough'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-9092489149246731935</id><published>2009-07-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:36:36.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GFE, PSE, and My Married Man</title><content type='html'>Sooooo...DH and I have a friend from college that is our age but never married.  On an overseas trip several years ago he discovered the joy of paid companionship and has since branched out into doing it closer to home.  T tells me about his experiences and even sent me links to a few working girl review sites.  T loves the GirlFriendExperience (he very rarely dates for a whole bunch of reasons) and my reading of the other sites has led me to see that a LOT of guys like the GFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the Porn Star Experience.  DH, like lots of married guys, get the GFE at home (cuddling, affection, extra touching).  And if a married guy isn't getting it at home then there are issues beyond getting some paid companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that I've always assumed the PSE was about actual *actions* slightly out of the mainstream.  Like anal sex, having DH cum on my face, or taking videos/pictures.  DH thinks its about my attitude...how I ask him to fuck me harder or telling him how I imagined him there with L. and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For DH, a perfect example is what I'm doing this afternoon as he takes the boys to the pool.  I have the camera set up and I'm going to make a video of my and my new $80 friend for him.  It'll be on his computer (in the password protected adult folder) when he gets back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...people...what is a PSE for you (or a GFE)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-9092489149246731935?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/9092489149246731935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=9092489149246731935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9092489149246731935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9092489149246731935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/07/gfe-pse-and-my-married-man.html' title='The GFE, PSE, and My Married Man'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-6355889493433796951</id><published>2009-07-11T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:36:45.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soooo bored....</title><content type='html'>If "I'm so drunk is the mating call" of blondes could "I'm so bored" be the mating call for redheads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to use my new $80 toy today while DH and the boys were at the pool.  All I need to say is that DH is at risk of being replaced if the boy doesn't up his game.  My friend was so right that it would be worth the money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kids aren't in bed yet so DH is not available....and he won't just use me anyway...blah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have questions for me?  Any suggestions for grownup fun (with someone or without)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-6355889493433796951?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/6355889493433796951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=6355889493433796951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/6355889493433796951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/6355889493433796951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-soooo-bored.html' title='I&apos;m soooo bored....'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8356594039994888587</id><published>2009-07-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:20:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fill In #132</title><content type='html'>1. The last thing I ate was &lt;em&gt;leftover fried rice and green apple gummy bears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;An eighty dollar vibrator &lt;/em&gt;is something I recently bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When it rains, &lt;em&gt;it makes me want to lay in bed reading and have sex (not at the same time!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DH was the first person I talked to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Hugs&lt;/em&gt; are nice most of the time but can be over done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Music provides &lt;/em&gt;extra comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to having &lt;em&gt;sex in my own bedroom,&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;performing and going out with friends &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, &lt;em&gt;I want to read the New York Times naked in bed&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8356594039994888587?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8356594039994888587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8356594039994888587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8356594039994888587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8356594039994888587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-fill-in-132.html' title='Friday Fill In #132'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-4252025385222059065</id><published>2009-07-09T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:20:28.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home! and TMI Tuesday #194 (a day or so late)</title><content type='html'>Now that's over with...need to write a strip club report but that'll be later.  Right now I'm just done.  I knew I was done about 10 hours into the drive when I turned around and saw my youngest sitting in his car seat totally naked except for the headphones from his DVD player and my only action was to offer him a cookie.  Just so didn't want the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..day late and a dollar short (just like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Where was the first place you ever had sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom with a marine who came home on leave to visit and try to convince me to drop out of high school and marry him.  That's a story for another day...it ended when I informed him that he was fine to date but he certainly wasn't marriage material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How often do you lie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than I ever thought possible before I had kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart...looks fade...but they do give you an incredible pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever passed out or suffered memory loss from drinking too much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, I haven't ...and I've had a lot to drink (penny beer night in college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Top or bottom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in desperate need of a strong top....I have an incredible desire to be a bottom that DH just isn't interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus: Do you have any catalogs for toys/videos/lingere delivered to your home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print catalogs?  Are you kidding?  I don't think any catalogs make it inside the house anymore...for adult toys or otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-4252025385222059065?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/4252025385222059065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=4252025385222059065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4252025385222059065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4252025385222059065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-home-and-tmi-tuesday-194-day-or-so.html' title='We&apos;re Home! and TMI Tuesday #194 (a day or so late)'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-1778257090264804996</id><published>2009-06-30T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:10:42.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Alfro Asked So Nicely</title><content type='html'>I don't have the body of a stripper but I've yet to meet one with my brains so I guess there's a bit of a trade-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that all strippers are stupid but most of them have not been afforded the same opportunities that I have. I'm sure that every single stripper Ron has ever met went to law school in her free time while trying to cure world hunger.   I will say, IME, Florida strippers do tend to be hotter if not smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I have a really nice one that I would also like to post but it seems a bit explicit for the front page.  I may edit oneof my old posts and put it back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/Skpw7AavD9I/AAAAAAAAABI/5fwrWifV5aE/s1600-h/Bededit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/Skpw7AavD9I/AAAAAAAAABI/5fwrWifV5aE/s200/Bededit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353215266109984722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-1778257090264804996?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/1778257090264804996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=1778257090264804996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1778257090264804996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1778257090264804996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-alfro-asked-so-nicely.html' title='Because Alfro Asked So Nicely'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/Skpw7AavD9I/AAAAAAAAABI/5fwrWifV5aE/s72-c/Bededit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-7508830235784975938</id><published>2009-06-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:17:38.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Know How To...</title><content type='html'>Schedule posts?  I've been playing with this all weekend as I was going to have stuff post while I'm gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm not looking forward to this trip.  DH and I hail from the Chicago area so this means lots of familial FOG (fear obligation guilt).  My inlaws are just so different than us its unreal.  We're the low end hippies...and they're on the boards of all the right charities.  I'm also not very good at ignorning the elephant in the middle of the room...stuff just needs to be talked about, dealt with, and put away.  That isn't how they prefer to operate.  So, I'll need to pretend I don't know about my SIL's legal issues resulting from her illegal behavior...I'll gloss over the information that my BIL is having another breakdown.  The important stuff will be that I'm too fat, don't wear much designer, and homeschool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side most of our friends from college ended up there so we're going to have fun with that.  There is a totally nude club there that has a couples free night that we're going to with some friends.  DH and I have already decided that going back to the vip area together with a girl for 40 minutes is probably out of the question due to our friends being with us. But I did tell DH that since I was putting up with two family together events *I* can go back for 40 minutes with a girl of my choice and he can hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a kind wife, am I not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-7508830235784975938?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/7508830235784975938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=7508830235784975938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7508830235784975938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7508830235784975938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/anyone-know-how-to.html' title='Anyone Know How To...'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8524605288128025757</id><published>2009-06-26T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:00:13.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fill-In</title><content type='html'>And...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She had a great &lt;em&gt;ass. That would be the girl that DH and I spotted at the same time when I dropped him off at the airport&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;One of my furbabies&lt;/em&gt; is by my side, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I know this: &lt;em&gt;I love anal sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;I want romance&lt;/em&gt; still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. These words apply to me: &lt;em&gt;conflicted, smart, short, middleaged&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/em&gt; the sun was shining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;DH coming home&lt;/em&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;sex in the back of my car after we drop the kids off at the sitter&lt;/em&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;start packing for our trip to Chicago&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8524605288128025757?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8524605288128025757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8524605288128025757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8524605288128025757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8524605288128025757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-fill-in.html' title='Friday Fill-In'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-2670267583796035150</id><published>2009-06-26T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:48:35.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My current crush...</title><content type='html'>I'm totally over the sparkly vampire....I've moved on to a drug dealer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watch Weeds?  The protaganist is a woman who became a pot dealer after her husband died in order to maintain their upper middle class lifestyle.  4 seasons later she's in love...with the head honcho drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally crushing on the sociopathic drug dealer.  He's a short guy (and I never dated anyone under 6ft) dark hair...and all man.  I'm so into the dominant thing again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night DH was out of town for an interview so I did a screen freeze of the actor's face as I used my rabbit.  I kept imagining him pushing my head down on his desk while taking me from behind and when I struggle a bit leaning forward and whispering dark threats involving spanking and other naughtiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I use Mr. Rabbit, the orgasms tend to be more functional in their release.  this time?  Took a little longer but it was great.  Got the build up that knots my stomach...the light beads of persperation on the back of my neck...and the the ongoing feeling of climax.  It was almost as good as it is with a human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-2670267583796035150?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/2670267583796035150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=2670267583796035150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2670267583796035150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2670267583796035150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-current-crush.html' title='My current crush...'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-6223557553175180819</id><published>2009-06-23T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:29:38.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #192</title><content type='html'>What an interesting (and thought provoking) set of TMI questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you stay in a loveless relationship for the amazing sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how to answer this one.  This may not be a great girl response but I'm discovering the difference between sex and connection.  Not sure that I want a 'connection' with anyone new...just new and exciting sexual experiences.  I wouldn't stay if it was so loveless that we were crabby all the time but I can see being casual with someone...being OK with it...and staying in that sort of 'loveless' relationship for some time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could only have one, which would you choose: love that lasts forever or great, body numbing sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love...can't imagine enjoying body numbing sex so much that I'd give up the partnership that I have with DH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Looking back at your past loves, which one should you have married/taken back and who should you have tossed earlier than you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a guy, that I'm still friends with, that is probably my soul mate but we would have made horrid partners.  Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like now if I'd made a different choice.  I was always pretty quick to dump so there's no one that should have gone sooner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. if you had one last fuck in you where, how and who would you “give it” to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DH no question&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which is more important sex, money, love and happiness? (and no, you can’t pick’em all) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in order of importance to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main source of conflict in our marriage has been money...and the fact I don't care about it.  I don't need fancy hairstylists, the huge house, the right clothes...that's just not me.  DH has always wanted to provide for me and is only now realizing that I don't care so much about the money...I'd rather have him around.  It's been a source of frustration that he tries to give me stuff and then I'm not totally appreciative. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-6223557553175180819?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/6223557553175180819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=6223557553175180819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/6223557553175180819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/6223557553175180819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi-tuesday-192.html' title='TMI Tuesday #192'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-7592040674081509230</id><published>2009-06-22T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:00:37.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it hot?</title><content type='html'>I don't know how warm it is where you are but its crazy hot here.  And I live in a place where people know hot...so it means lots of days hanging at the community pool (since it has a big slide for the kids) and enjoying the MILF eye candy.  One of the advantages of living in a golf club community :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not really  interested in that...are you?  You want to hear about my date with L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tightly wound the whole day...couldn't decide what to wear..and started thinking that maybe I should claim a headache so I wouldn't have to go.  What was really bothering me?... we are mom group friends and I don't like to shit where I eat.  This is all very uncharacteristic behavior.  Usually I'm so laid back that people say (up north) that I have a Type Z personality.  Of course, here in the sunshine state I'm considered pretty type A.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...we meet up, dinner went fine once I realized that we were still the same people we are at the beach.  Lots of girlfriend talk about men, our sexual experiences, and a long discussion about dressy sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we finish with our dessert and leave.  And in the car while discussing what we're doing next, she leans over to 'wipe away some chocolate' and kisses me.  Nothing...I felt nothing.  All the doubts and squicky feelings I had earlier that day came rushing back.  When her hand started going up under my shirt, I gently pushed it away and gave a 'its not you, its me' speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like messing around with strippers...not mom friends.  Now my big problem is how to reconcile that with my feminist ideals.  That's a topic for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-7592040674081509230?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/7592040674081509230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=7592040674081509230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7592040674081509230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7592040674081509230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-it-hot.html' title='Was it hot?'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-4000163091317571037</id><published>2009-06-16T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:03:16.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a date...kinda?</title><content type='html'>In light of my previous post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not cheating if its in the contract, right? (Believe it or not I wrote the bulk of that post back in November). This weekend I'm going out on my first 'date' in 20 years....with a woman. We met through one of my mom groups and at the beach days have been enjoying putting sunscreen on one another (DH is very pleased watching that..almost as much as the park day where the bi girl with fake boobs let me feel them up to see what they were like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's living with her partner in a very open arrangement and she has LOTS of experience with this. The phone call where she asked me out was really an attempt to have all four of us get together. DH wasn't open to this...at least yet. And frankly I'm not interested all that much in new penis. DH is really good and I can't help but wonder if any other cock is going to be a disappointment. I'm just *so* old fashioned! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..we're going out for dinner and I expect there might be some making out in the car later.  Any suggestions on how far to go?  First base?  DH is hoping for a home run but car sex has never been my thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm nervous.  What if its an epic fail?  Will we still be cool with one another at the mom events?  At least our kids don't like each other much so we wouldn't have that wierdness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-4000163091317571037?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/4000163091317571037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=4000163091317571037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4000163091317571037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4000163091317571037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-datekinda.html' title='I have a date...kinda?'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-1150986195763753400</id><published>2009-06-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:56:01.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheater Blogs</title><content type='html'>DH and I were talking about a particular genre of blogs I like...cheater blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've stated before, in my experience, the guys who do this are looking for something MORE.  The "more" is described in different ways...less vanilla sex, quantity of sex, greater level of intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our discussion was, "Are those grounds to break the contract?"  We both view marriage as a contract.  It's open to renegotiation and addendums but it has to be signed on the dotted line by both parties.  Violation of that can create huge penalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fooling around with a stripper?  Not a violation because we talked about it before hand and our contract was changed to allow it.  DH being with another woman in the context of a threesome?  Fine, its in our contract.  Me going out and picking up a guy at a bar for a random blow job?  Not cool and a gross violation of the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contract really is communication.  DH wonders why the guys who do cheat don't have an honest conversation and some realistic expectations.  Back when we were in our dark time and DH was NOT getting what he wanted sexually, he sucked it up.  I wasn't thrilled with things either.  The guys who aren't getting what they want at home probably haven't stopped to think their wives probably aren't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But (and I have a nice one!) what about when a partner is unable/unwilling to acknowledge the partner's sexual needs and yet refuses them the freedom to take care of business?  Dan Savage had a great &lt;a href="http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=23826"&gt;column&lt;/a&gt; where the husband wasn't getting any because the wife had medical treatment and never wanted sex again.  "Better or worse" goes both ways.  If DH wasn't putting out the way he is...I'd go looking because I'm not going to spend my sexual prime on the bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'll be so zen about it when menopause hits and I'm a hormonal mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-1150986195763753400?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/1150986195763753400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=1150986195763753400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1150986195763753400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/1150986195763753400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheater-blogs.html' title='Cheater Blogs'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8008290883802052082</id><published>2009-06-12T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:53:42.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fill-In #128</title><content type='html'>Before I get all lazy and use a meme to write a post...last night I came so hard that I got dizzy.  DH went down on me, we had sex (I came), he went BACK down on me and I came again very quickly, then finally poor DH got some release (with me on my stomach while he held my arms behind my back)  We woke up this AM an hour before the boys so DH got to take some more photos using the sunlight and then fucked me bent over the counter in the bathroom(so he could see my titties in the mirror while taking me from behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I grew up thinking &lt;em&gt;vampires lived in my basement&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;dailymail.co.uk &lt;/em&gt; was the last website I was at before coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why don't you &lt;em&gt;spank me more&lt;/em&gt;? (That was directed at DH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Doing needlework&lt;/em&gt; helps me relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanks for the &lt;em&gt;fantastic naan you made yesterday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;A2M is&lt;/em&gt; very off-putting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;em&gt;going out with friends &lt;/em&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;having a date night with DH &lt;/em&gt;and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;catch up on my television&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8008290883802052082?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8008290883802052082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8008290883802052082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8008290883802052082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8008290883802052082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-fill-in-128.html' title='Friday Fill-In #128'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8339390525707812347</id><published>2009-06-11T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:08:30.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No I didn't die</title><content type='html'>But I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage didn't break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some life changes happened.   All those people getting laid off?  DH was one of them.  Unlike many, we have rainy day savings but the initial shock was horrible.  His industry is even more in the crapper than most.  He gets interviewed, they love him,  and then there is a hiring freeze.  His office is now our bedroom closet.  Before you feel to sorry for him, keep in mind its bigger than my freshman dorm room was and it had to house two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the adjustment period, I decided I liked this unemployment thing.  Our sex life (contrary to what all the experts say) has been amazing.  At least once a day, sometimes as many as 3-4 times.  DH's fave was when I was taking a shower and said, "Sweetie, I'm really horny but kinda messy from my period, would you be willing to fuck me in the ass instead?"  Do you think he said no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As DH has more time to service me, I've had less time since I've picked up some freelance 'puter stuff.   This was after several soul-crushing attempts to find a low level clerical job.   Even when DH finds a job I think I'll stay with it as I really enjoy the people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real reason I haven't posted in so long?  I forgot my login for this blogger account.  Yes, totally blanked it after not posting for 8 weeks.  Just spent some time this AM figuring it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some great pictures...especially love the one with cum all over my face (but won't post that one since it shows my face) so hopefully I'll be posting stuff over the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8339390525707812347?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8339390525707812347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8339390525707812347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8339390525707812347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8339390525707812347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-i-didnt-die.html' title='No I didn&apos;t die'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-394803967833999737</id><published>2008-12-17T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:06:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wierdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. What is the one sexual act you would never do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asphyxiation stuff...you know the stuff that killed the lead singer of INXS.  No climax is worth dying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Is there anyone you know, that if they turned out to be a serial killer you would not be surprised?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend or so ago, I travelled to the frozen north (against my better judgment) for a friend's birthday party.  There was a guy there that DH and I knew back during our college/grad school days.  He cornered a friend and gave her a run down on plushies/furries and the convention that he attended with them.   Talking with my friend later, we decided plushie guy makes our top 5 creepy people list..not because he likes to have sex dressed up like an animal...but the *other* parts of his conversations that were even stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the most annoying thing about the holiday season for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Greed is Good" BIL and SIL.  Last year they sent a demand letter for cash....DH wanted to send coal instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you saw a video of your celebrity crush picking their nose, would that change your opinion of their hotness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if he ate the pickings....and then, if was Ron Livingston, I'd make an exception there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is the one non-sexual thing you would be embarrassed to be caught doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at online photos of Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. A favorite blogger friend wrote a column about the one word that really turns her on. Do you have a word or phrase that does the same for you? What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I do right now....nothing is turning me on at the moment due to a very congested head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. As someone who ran a virtual cookie exchange, I have to ask what your favorite cookie is? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip...I make great ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-394803967833999737?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/394803967833999737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=394803967833999737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/394803967833999737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/394803967833999737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/12/wednesday-wierdness.html' title='Wednesday Wierdness'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-2522559748432042079</id><published>2008-12-14T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:39:35.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDSM, Twilight, and Manly Men</title><content type='html'>A little late to the party, I've been reading the Twilight book series and much of the attending feminist criticism of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't rehash in detail the numerous feminist issues, just a quick list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella just sits and waits to be rescued over and over&lt;br /&gt;Edward decides the relationship&lt;br /&gt;Issues of domestic violence, especially in book 3&lt;br /&gt;Promotion of a radical pro life agenda in book 4&lt;br /&gt;Getting married and having a baby right away at 18 &lt;br /&gt;Bella wails, faints and has dizzy spells more than any 19th century literary heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of a conversation I had with a male friend of mine about why women are interested in BDSM.  His hypothosis is that women want MEN.  Not the sweet, share your feelings type...but guys that are protective, chivelrous, strong, and decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that.  I think he has a point.  And that's why Edward the vampire is such a hit.  We are biologically programmed to fall for a protector.  Even if he is also an individual capable of killing us.....deep down, its hot that he *can* but doesn't because we're so alluring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-2522559748432042079?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/2522559748432042079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=2522559748432042079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2522559748432042079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2522559748432042079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/12/bdsm-twilight-and-manly-men.html' title='BDSM, Twilight, and Manly Men'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-5949025790792823723</id><published>2008-11-28T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:00:31.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I think we'd be swinging failures</title><content type='html'>I love swinger blogs.  DH, in sterotypical PhD geek style, thinks that my interest in the people is inexplicable but approves of the ideas I get.   We talk about what I read and often discuss why it could work for us (or why it would be terrible for us).  After many conversations, DH and I are in agreement that swinging is probably not what we're interested in (at least for the immediate future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  We can't find a couple we agree on to out for dinner with, let alone have sex with.  Right there is 80% of the problem.  DH is a workaholic geek who isn't all that good at small talk.  That whole getting to know someone thing?  Not his bag!  One of my wifely duties (other than deep throating) is making our couple friends.  Since DH cannot stand sales types (he sees them too much at work he says), lawyers, and realtors.  We're pretty limited to academic or technical/mechanical types...and even then he's not good at the 'getting to know' stage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm not interested in random cock.  I'll admit this...I can be girly about wanting an emotional attachment (not necessarily love!).  DH is cool with it when we're talking girls but guys?  eh...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dating...and having to reject someone.  Being rejected isn't nearly as big a deal to me (as long as its done nicely) but having to tell someone, "Sorry, but we don't fit sexually"  God, this is the reason I'm glad I'm married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-5949025790792823723?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/5949025790792823723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=5949025790792823723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/5949025790792823723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/5949025790792823723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-think-wed-be-swinging-failures.html' title='Why I think we&apos;d be swinging failures'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-4847127662519098058</id><published>2008-11-25T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:55:10.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Humanity!!!</title><content type='html'>It's hard having two blogs...I've had one slip up commenting on one blog with the wrong login.  Now I'm writing for two of them.  I'm finding that some days I'm more interested in one than the other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're having some pretty normal vanilla sex.  Well, what passes for vanilla for us right now.  anal...porn watching...me going to a strip club (I should write more about my lap dance)  I bought some lingerie that I want to take some pictures of and post this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair color has changed...darker red, better for the holly jolly season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a draft post about cheater blogs and another one about swinging and why I doubt DH and I will ever do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-4847127662519098058?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/4847127662519098058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=4847127662519098058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4847127662519098058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4847127662519098058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/humanity.html' title='The Humanity!!!'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-9009215096626394450</id><published>2008-11-18T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:33:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesday #161</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd start doing some of these as an accountability/discipline exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When did you last use your cellular telephone as a flashlight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while staying at a friend's house and didn't want to wake up DH by trying to kill myself on strange furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. On a scale from 1-10, how comfy are you being naked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of anyone other than DH?  2...unless its photos that don't show my head...that's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is the longest you've ever been celibate after having lost your virginity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 6 weeks....I was older when I lost it and then a bit of a slut phase...its like I discovered restaurants and wanted to try all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever had sex in a car? If yes, since you were a teenager?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and it was about 2 weeks ago when it cooled off enough that we wouldn't die of heat exhaustion if we did it in the car.  Kids were with a sitter...DH likes it more than I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. When did you last use food or drink as medication?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad was dying I was drinking to get drunk about once a week...and then he died.  Now I'll have a beer or two once a month and that's it.  The whole feeling the need to escape is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus: Name three words that: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) get you excited &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) make you squirm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) make you laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poopy head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-9009215096626394450?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/9009215096626394450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=9009215096626394450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9009215096626394450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9009215096626394450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/tmi-tuesday-161.html' title='TMI Tuesday #161'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8026821351960886693</id><published>2008-11-15T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:20:36.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the only one with ingrown hair issues...</title><content type='html'>Best of Craigslist posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/den/851096278.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8026821351960886693?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8026821351960886693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8026821351960886693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8026821351960886693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8026821351960886693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-only-one-with-ingrown-hair-issues.html' title='Not the only one with ingrown hair issues...'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-121418101460450779</id><published>2008-11-15T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:49:08.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Busy...</title><content type='html'>and not much interesting in the sex world for me this week.  Life, you know that thing that happens outside of delicious sex, has been a pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My waxing aftershocks are mostly gone, thank god.  It really impeded what we could do!  The whole infected labia thing is a big problem in finding positions...lots of spooning (like when I was 800 months pregnant) and doggie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also didn't help that older son decided that he never wanted to go to bed....and wanted us to entertain him.  I got so tired my eyes were rolling into the back of my head so I certainly wasn't up for a hour plus session of fun!  So it was a nice little bit of vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the first night we were able to really have some fun.  I'd been teasing DH with a story for homeschool park day.  One of the bi women was there as was 1/2 of a two mommy family and we discussed how *open* the nude clubs were here.  Bi-Mom informed me that I shouldn't go with DH, I should go with her and that lots of the girls didn't like couples because they were always worried that the wife or GF would go off when the stripper was actually giving a lap dance.  After a grownup only dinner, the kids went to bed (including older son who I'd exhausted physically with the express pupose of making sure he'd fall asleep before me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm strange but just laying naked in bed and watching Bones was the beginning of our foreplay...touching and fastforwarding through commercials.  HOT! *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH got about 15 minutes of one of my deep throat special, kneeling at his feet, BJ's.  It's so hot when I see him lean over and brush my hair out of the way so he can see me.   Before he came, I moved onto the edge of the bed on my back with my legs spread far apart...he loves fucking me while watching my titties bounce around.   But for some reason, I don't feel particularly filled in that position so I requested some anal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I have to twist his arm? Boy was jumping over to get the lube before I got to the 'l' sound in anal.  Can I just say how hot I find it to watch his face as he enters me.  The slight intake of breath....the eyes closing partway...its so cool how much he likes it.  Took me all of 30 seconds to climax with him pounding away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite anal position is having me stand bent over the bed.  I have to be on my tiptoes as he's a foot taller than me...but DH gets into his "shortstop stance" (his words) and just pounds away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gas this AM :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-121418101460450779?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/121418101460450779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=121418101460450779' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/121418101460450779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/121418101460450779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-busy.html' title='Been Busy...'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-7192727408616007770</id><published>2008-11-10T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:14:57.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Submissive 24/7 (and housework)</title><content type='html'>I’ve been reading a lot of sex positive blogs over the past few months.  Blogs about swinging, working as an escort, being poly, and being a slave or master.  From a psychological standpoint, I find the whole D/s thing very interesting and until reading these blogs thought of it as only a bedroom thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start by me stating my bias/place in life right now:  I run my house…not always particularly well as I hate housecleaning  but its mine.  Back when I was an adult, DH called me on a business trip to ask how to put groceries away.  At the time, DH had 4 employees…now he is in charge of a large geographical region with 15+ offices under his control.  And he would still ask me how to put the groceries away (that’s assuming he knows where the grocery store is anymore) and is very diligent  about his Honey-Do list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I read about slave duties including housework, I was very intrigued.  Like I said I hate the whole cleaning thing. I’ve tried concepts like Flylady  and organizing books.  The problem is accountability…I have none.  DH’s tolerance level is so high that I would have nervous breakdown about the house before he’d notice anything was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another submissive blog I read is &lt;a href="http://obedientpersephone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Persephone’s Obedience&lt;/a&gt;.  In it she talks about containment…being provided structure, boundaries, and accountability by her owners (who she is not currently relating to sexually).  It seems parental to me and I’m not saying that as a negative judgment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had a very interesting talk with a friend of mine who is a psychologist about 24/7 D/s relationships.  Specifically I wanted to talk about the structured/parental aspect of it.   Now understand, she is very kink friendly, likes playing (being tied up ..never knew this about her before).   Her hypothesis is the idea that people can crave the nurturing structure they didn’t get when it was developmentally appropriate.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I buy it.  I didn’t have much structure at home..mom was clinically depressed and was hoarder..dad was an alcoholic.  It got so bad after my dad left the military that CPS actually removed me from my parents home and I lived for awhile with a faculty member from my private school as a foster child for almost one year.  And while I’d like some accountability to make me do housework, I can’t say that I feel any real interest in turning over my life to DH.  With her theory, shouldn't I be a textbook case of someone looking for 24/7 domination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist friend pointed out that I had strong external structures some of which were nurturing …the military (dad was in until I was 9 and we always lived on base) and after Dad separated, I had my private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to pithy to me to write off the desire for submissiveness/containment to a need to repair childhood damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-7192727408616007770?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/7192727408616007770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=7192727408616007770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7192727408616007770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7192727408616007770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/submissive-247-and-housework.html' title='Submissive 24/7 (and housework)'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-356825871758141605</id><published>2008-11-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:40:32.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crotch Watch - Day 7</title><content type='html'>It’s not good.   There are three ingrown hairs, one of which is very infected and required a visit to the dr.  (The same one who said it looked like a lawn mower attacked me)  So I’m on antibiotics because of a waxing…be careful people!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH is just hoping my vagina doesn’t fall off ...I just don't want to die of sepsis because of someone waxing my vy-jay-jay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-356825871758141605?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/356825871758141605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=356825871758141605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/356825871758141605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/356825871758141605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/crotch-watch-day-7.html' title='Crotch Watch - Day 7'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-9123364334757392431</id><published>2008-11-05T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:16:45.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waxing gone bad</title><content type='html'>Soooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in thinking I would get a brazilian...walked out with a bikini that left my crotch looking like a lawn mower had attacked it.  My doctor informed me today that it didn't look too bad...that was lovely (did I mention my doctor is a totally hot female?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea was that DH and I could take some new pictures...but not with my pussy looking like a doggie chew toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...to hold you over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SRI1LntHhtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mCwUEFaNpW0/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SRI1LntHhtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mCwUEFaNpW0/s200/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265329388102584018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-9123364334757392431?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/9123364334757392431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=9123364334757392431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9123364334757392431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9123364334757392431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/11/waxing-gone-bad.html' title='Waxing gone bad'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SRI1LntHhtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mCwUEFaNpW0/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8350696876612136039</id><published>2008-10-29T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:49:42.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>I may not trust DH at work but I do trust him at the new strip club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, after work, I sent DH out on a very important scouting trip...to the new nude strip club in town.  The mission directive was very explicit:  rate girls, get two private dances, find out if its couples friendly, and if I would think its a total skank place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm fussy about strip clubs...they are NOT created equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His budget: $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH went right after work as we both prefer to have one on one defense when it comes to the kids bedtimes.  He spent one hour and had 10 left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict?  Girls do ANYTHING pretty much.  The noon to 7 crew was a little skinny for his taste (we both like a little junk in the trunk and something B cup or higher.  This club is totally nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first dancer gave him the GFE stripper experience.  Before the dance she was nibbling on his ear, running her fingers through his hair...DH was loving it.  In the private room, DH (being the perfect gentleman that he is) asked what the rules were about touching...Dancer one took one of his hands, put it on her ass...and DH's other hand on her tit.  My husband, his faults myriad, is not stupid and realized he could touch pretty much anything.  As he rubbed her ass, tits, thighs...the dancer rubbed all over him and even used her hand to check and see if DH was having a good time (through his pants!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second dancer was perhaps more interesting but less fulfilling according to DH.  After DH coaxed her away from her video game (I found the video game thing hot!) she took off her clothes and then put her crotch inches away from his face.  Didn't rub him all that much...and she had a piercing.  DH says she pretty much wanted him to go down on her...and what turned DH on was imagining me getting that kind of invitation.  DH just rubbed his cheek and hands around the area but didn't go down on her (did I mention we're both germophobes) because he didn't want to come home with a raging case of herpes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the idea is to get a babysitter and go back together one evening...should be fun..and I might get my girl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8350696876612136039?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8350696876612136039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8350696876612136039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8350696876612136039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8350696876612136039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-3534791515722180173</id><published>2008-10-28T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:47:16.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How hard it can be to trust...</title><content type='html'>Unfaithfulness can come in many shapes and variations.  It isn't simply about putting a dick (or other body part) where it doesn't belong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned in an earlier post that the darkest time in our marriage was when DH put his career ahead of his family.  (IMHO, in fairness to him)  And now I have doubts about how he values his family.  The current job is sweet...great money and even better hours.  He's doing so beautifully at it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they're talking about promoting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH was told that he career path with the company would include a promotion in the next year that would require lots more travel, moving to another city, and tons more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind moving...we're used to that.  But the way DH can sink into his work and being gone so much?  Blech.  The twinkle in DH's eye told me how much he wanted it.  Is this how a wife feels when her husband is a serial cheater?  I felt like he was taking back everything he'd said about putting family first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've opened up discussions about it.  I'd be happy with his current job until he retires but realistically I know that isn't going to happen.  Some ideas on the table are to get another au pair, have someone come in to clean more often, and NOT homeschool the younger son (who doesn't need it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I worry...I worry about all the work we've put in over the last year and that all going away again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-3534791515722180173?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/3534791515722180173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=3534791515722180173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/3534791515722180173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/3534791515722180173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-hard-it-can-be-to-trust.html' title='How hard it can be to trust...'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-7711104198730510141</id><published>2008-10-28T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:36:50.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my meme virginity here...</title><content type='html'>7 Facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've been arrested once...during a protest at the South African consulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I always compose my blog posts in the HTML view because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I learned HTML back in the early 1990's and get confused by all this newfangled editor technology.  Bring back vi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There are currently two Hanna Montana/Mylie Cyrus songs on my mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I was 11, I won a scholarship to an elite private school and it changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) There are wild turkeys in my backyard at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My first gun was a gift for my second birthday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to tag 7 others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hisbytch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lalana's Journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfro - get a blog, boy! Until then you can leave your seven things here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edinerotica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Edinburgh Erotica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Deliciously Naughty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deliciously-naughty.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Sleeping on the Other Side of the Bed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to cheat a bit and tag 2 others via my mundane blog. Does that earn me a spanking?  I hope so :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-7711104198730510141?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/7711104198730510141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=7711104198730510141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7711104198730510141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/7711104198730510141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/losing-my-meme-virginity-here.html' title='Losing my meme virginity here...'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-363702757743679801</id><published>2008-10-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:12:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bell that Can't be Unrung</title><content type='html'>Last night we had, what for us, passes as wonderful vanilla sex.  The lights were out, we actually did it missionary for awhile and ended doggie style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wasn't so vanilla was the conversation we had before, during, and after.  I started it by bringing up my idea of a 3 way again...and this time DH was into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this article about a woman who encouraged her hubby to get a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momlogic.com/2008/10/i_told_my_husband_to_get_a_hap.php"&gt;Happy Ending&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the vitrol that it created.  But some of the commenters had a good point...where does it stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after discovering how much I like anal, what if DH or I really likes having someone else join us?  Is DH going to try and go out and find is own fun all by himself?  Am I? What are we really risking by doing this...and if we do, should we go 'pro' or try to find someone willing to join us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also....is our marriage (which is pretty damned good) going to be better, worse, or the same the morning after?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-363702757743679801?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/363702757743679801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=363702757743679801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/363702757743679801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/363702757743679801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/bell-that-cant-be-unrung.html' title='A Bell that Can&apos;t be Unrung'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-38104036002435855</id><published>2008-10-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:48:33.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Movie Suggestion</title><content type='html'>If you like anal and redheads (or Asians) or natural tits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cduniverse.com/productinfo.asp?pid=7031021&amp;style=ice&amp;cart=791013530"&gt;Desperate Wives 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH is a HUGE Audrey Hollander fan.  Unlike some of her other movies this is an Audrey movie we can agree on.   Some of her other movies involved some turn offs for me....large penetrating things blech...and anything involving a guy spitting on a pussy? HUGE turn off!  She did a fantastic anal scene that looked like she really enjoyed it.  So many porn movies the women look horribly pained (I put that down to a lack of lube and excitement.  But the viewer can tell that Audrey is really an ass girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this movie had lots of natural tits, even on the Asian girl (DH didn't like her but I'd play with her given half the chance).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-38104036002435855?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/38104036002435855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=38104036002435855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/38104036002435855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/38104036002435855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/porn-movie-suggestion.html' title='Porn Movie Suggestion'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-5610036309937284622</id><published>2008-10-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:44:59.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story....with pictures (for those who don't like to read!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are generally our evening out. The kids have a sitter so we go to dinner and then maybe a movie (or wandering around Home Depot thinking up all sorts of projects we don’t have the time for). This week we got to see Religulous done by Bill Mahr. It was outstanding and summed up DH’s position regarding religion quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I had been teasing each other all evening about what we were going to do when we got home…a rub here, a butt joke there J . We just spent the whole night working each other up. We also had a long conversation about my submissive fantasies and how he just can’t do the domination thing but that’s a story for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home, get the kids in bed…and we got busy. DH has been way way way against pictures before. His big concern was that if something happened to us that the people (family probably) packing up our house would find them. My point was, “We’ll be dead anyway..what will we care?” A friend of ours is so paranoid about the picture thing that he has an agreement with a friend that if something happens to him, the friend will come over and dispose of all porn/private pictures. This friend also keeps several 55 gallon drums of water in the basement…he’s ready for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway…back to pictures….The light in the bedroom wasn’t so good so we went to the bathroom..hence Picture Number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSJcCBXEBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWv8dQytLJo/s1600-h/Image005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261481379347501074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSJcCBXEBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWv8dQytLJo/s320/Image005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several pictures (and a few movies) we moved to the bed. We started out with me on my knees at the edge of the bed and DH warming up my rear with his fingers…see Picture 2. (And that ass is big, Alfro! J)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSJxJi18dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RlktU09bhtc/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSJxJi18dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RlktU09bhtc/s200/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261481742144238034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using my hands and a toy to add to the fun. I don’t know how it is for other people, but rubbing/touching my clit while being penetrated is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, with the added benefit of Astroglide – the preferred lube for gay men and they know anal, DH was in. See Picture 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSKBp7v7II/AAAAAAAAAAk/gEGdTMjmiPI/s1600-h/picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSKBp7v7II/AAAAAAAAAAk/gEGdTMjmiPI/s200/picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482025716542594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes it when I’m on my knees but they’re spread so far apart that I’m almost laying down on the bed. Thank goodness I have strong thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing that for awhile ( and me preventing DH from coming), we switched to me being on top. Didn’t like that so much. I’ve never been good at being on top. DH swears it’s the eye candy of bouncing boobies that’s the attraction and not the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we switched to my favorite anal position (yes, I have one now!) with me on my back at the edge of the bed. Enjoy the final picture. Sorry its blurry but I did a screen shot from the video we made. I’m going to get a waxing down there…just had my armpits done and it wasn’t bad at all. And the spa girl was hot and I’d love to have her playing with me down there …with hot wax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSKN045ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WqpPHYxHGzo/s1600-h/Good+Picture+October+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSKN045ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WqpPHYxHGzo/s200/Good+Picture+October+2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482234815800898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came almost instantly. I love looking at DH’s face as he enters me, puts my legs around his neck, squeeze my nipples…..and just pound away at me. DH’s favorite position for anal (and now he has one too!) is with me on my knees at the side of the bed. After the 30 minute BJ and all sorts of positions, he didn’t take long either. It’s really neat to feel his cock inside my ass twitching after he climaxes. I don’t feel it the same way in my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway…hope reading this story made you as hot as I got writing it. Must put on a movie for the kids …….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add explicit photo that is by far the nastiest I have ever taken (OK, maybe the shot of DH's cock in my ass is worse...never mind):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SkqjOVq1NfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UMb6Uh1Hn1U/s1600-h/bededit2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SkqjOVq1NfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UMb6Uh1Hn1U/s200/bededit2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270573813544434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-5610036309937284622?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/5610036309937284622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=5610036309937284622' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/5610036309937284622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/5610036309937284622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/storywith-pictures-for-those-who-dont.html' title='A story....with pictures (for those who don&apos;t like to read!)'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQSJcCBXEBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWv8dQytLJo/s72-c/Image005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-335578156124096854</id><published>2008-10-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:54:29.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Took some photos last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I promise I'll get to the tagging this weekend. It's been pretty busy here with me working for a political campaign, homeschooling, guests, and getting ready for our mini vacation next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But last night we made time for each other...long deep throating session with fucking in three positions...all anal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....here's a picture to keep you interested until tomorrow when I'll write about what we did and share what I think is the best picture of all (which shows more than the one below!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQNAx_mJvtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hU_tHyQd_lQ/s1600-h/Fave+BJ+October+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261120017328094930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQNAx_mJvtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hU_tHyQd_lQ/s320/Fave+BJ+October+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-335578156124096854?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/335578156124096854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=335578156124096854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/335578156124096854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/335578156124096854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/took-some-photos-last-night.html' title='Took some photos last night'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_396ZFuadOd4/SQNAx_mJvtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hU_tHyQd_lQ/s72-c/Fave+BJ+October+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8633382430538577711</id><published>2008-10-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:29:40.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I liked it!</title><content type='html'>Soo....in spite of the house guests we had, DH and I managed to work in another session of anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Love. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest thing is that I want pictures!  The second time we did it, I was on my knees at the edge of the bed.  DH fucked my pussy and then was able to *easily* enter my ass.    Why should DH get all the eye candy?  So this weekend we're going to try a picture session :)  My ideal picture would have me spreading my cheeks and the picture showing DH's cock half in (or out depending on how you look at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in with such low expectations and they were fantastic.  DH and I have discussed how surprised we both are with my enthusiasm...and that led to a discussion about 'what if I like other women the same way I like anal'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really think I'll be with a woman once, think 'hmmm..that was ok' ...and never have the urge to do it again.    But DH and I talked about what if I *really* like it?  Is he OK with me occasionally finding another woman to play with?  DH says he's OK with me doing that but is he really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be willing (and very turned on) to watch DH have sex with another woman but  DH is adament that he doesn't want to sleep with another woman.  As he puts it, "I have a woman who deep throats, loves anal sex, and looks for new porn for me.  What could be better?"  That led to another discussion that I will put to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better, beautful blonde with perfect tits who isn't all that good in bed or a middle aged post-kid body that is *talented*?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8633382430538577711?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8633382430538577711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8633382430538577711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8633382430538577711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8633382430538577711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-liked-it.html' title='I liked it!'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-2629452191407198651</id><published>2008-10-19T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:29:54.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer an Anal Virgin</title><content type='html'>Did I get your attention? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH has been interested in doing it for years.  We've been incorporating some ass play using small toys and lots of lube and after a year of play, I decided we'd give it a go last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; decision.  We'd been watching some porn on youporn and touching each other.  We moved to the bed and turned the screen so we could watch it while on the bed (yes, we are such geeks we have a computer in our bedroom) and DH was just doing a beautiful job of going down on me.   Using my natural lubrication, he'd managed to get two fingers up my ass while sucking and licking my clit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so heavenly I decided to utter the words that DH was hoping to hear, "Let's try anal again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to move me to the edge of the bed, on my back with my legs pulled up to my chest.    I was laying there exposed with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed.  DH broke out the lube and used some on his cock and my cute little butt :)  Rubbing my clit, DH tried to push in and I was deep breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No go...just burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH then spent a few minutes rubbing my clit and working in a few fingers.  The goal this time was to get lube as far up as possible.  DH also put more lube on his dick ( and since we're both germaphobes he washed his hands again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he got in about half way before I told him to stop.   We were making two mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough lube on the whole shaft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving too fast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Third time is the charm....and it certainly was last night! :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving much more slowly, DH managed to work himself all the way in.   The look on his face was a combination of surprise and ecstacy.   And I loved it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In many ways, I felt it was *better* than regular vaginal sex.  I loved how it filled me.  I loved the sense of being a dirty girl.  I loved watching DH.  He had the same look as when I had my private dance with Eva;  a combination of 'this is hot' and 'I can't believe this is happening'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DH began to move in and out, slow but steady.  After a few strokes, he moved his hands to my legs so he could pull me onto his cock that much harder.  I took over stroking my clit and couldn't help saying things like, "This is great."  "I'm going to become a total ass slut, I'm going to ask you to fuck me in the ass all the time" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty soon, DH was just POUNDING.   Very quickly, I went over the edge and climaxed and kept talking about how I was cumming so hard and he needed to keep fucking my ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It didn't take DH long after that.  After he was done and enjoying the after glow I quoted a line from the movie "Bad Santa"  (if you haven't seen it...you must.  It's my favorite non-kid friendly holiday movie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm not going to shit right for a week"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We cleaned up and passed out.  The first thing out of DH's mouth this morning was "That was amazing"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NOT HOT ALERT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you see the movie Austin Powers where he kept peeing for several minutes?  This AM I went to use the toilet and farted...and it kept going and going.   DH and I started laughing so hard we thought we'd die.  Guess some air must have gotten shoved up there last night :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-2629452191407198651?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/2629452191407198651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=2629452191407198651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2629452191407198651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/2629452191407198651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-longer-anal-virgin.html' title='No Longer an Anal Virgin'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-4409732126905412514</id><published>2008-10-17T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:39:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Back Story…at least some of it</title><content type='html'>Context is everything.  So, to keep my writings from being all porn and no substance I thought I’d talk a bit about how I got here.  This post is certainly NOT HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I have been together for 18 years, married for 16.  Two kids, one 9 and one four.  I only mention their ages because that’s actually pretty important to the story here (I think so anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had some experience before DH(like dating a 35 year old alcoholic) but I was only 20 when we met..and I was taking care of myself.  Mom died while I was in high school and Dad was an alcoholic.  Putting myself through college and my family background kept me from being interested in a lot of experimentation.   I was the first one in college (and my neighborhood) to make it to college, let alone a prominent school on a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t party.   I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t date much.   I studied and worked.  My second year I realized that joining a club or two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t kill me and went to check out a couple.  I met DH.  By week two, we were practically living together and we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been together ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every marriage has a few dips and  turns but for the first time a couple of years ago, we hit a really bad patch.  My father, who had lived with us for a couple of years,  came out of remission with his lung cancer.  Older son, who I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;, has special needs.  We had a very active toddler and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aupair&lt;/span&gt; was leaving (and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t getting another)  In the midst of all this, DH had a midlife crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t the kind of crisis where he was sexually unfaithful.  Instead, he put himself ahead of his family and took a demanding job 100 miles away.  There was never a question of us moving: my father was in treatment for his cancer and our son needed the services he was getting and would not get them in the middle of nowhere.  In spite of all the challenges our family was facing, DH took that job and even bought a house there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH held that job for a year during which my father continued to sicken and die.  Our kids missed their father in spite of my attempts to go to the small town during the week sometimes (if my father’s health allowed) and DH being home every weekend.  We were all unhappy.   And DH was the unhappiest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very angry with me.  I abandoned him (in his mind) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t committing fully to him.  In my view, he’d totally lost the plot.  I grew up in home where the dad was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;narcissistic&lt;/span&gt; prick and now DH was acting like one too.  The kids bugged him, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have sex enough with him (hard to do when we lived 100 miles apart) and I was spending too much time with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving that job required us to move over 1000 miles away. That was one year ago.  And we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; spent much of the year trying to fix it.  My desire for him was dead.   I  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t stop loving him but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t interested in sex AT ALL.  If you talk to him today, DH will still defend his feelings from that time.  To him it was more important to be making bank than taking care of his family.  I saw a side of him that scared me.  Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ASM&lt;/span&gt; mentioned in her blog when she found out about her husbands infidelity, its like an innocence is taken away.   I’ll never go back to that place where I knew DH valued our family the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been about communication and rebuilding and resulted in me feeling sexual again.  Older kids, no longer caring for someone…this all helps.  But the thing that I think makes me feel really interested in all sorts of sex is knowing that our marriage foundation is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way that opening our marriage a year ago would have been a good thing.  When the wounds are so raw, the communication &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t really honest no matter what anyone else says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t interested in sleeping with other woman and I have to confess I’m not all that interested in messing around with a strange penis.  But I do like the idea of exploring women and DH is fine with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see where this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-4409732126905412514?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/4409732126905412514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=4409732126905412514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4409732126905412514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4409732126905412514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-storyat-least-some-of-it.html' title='The Back Story…at least some of it'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-3382817264281721203</id><published>2008-10-16T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:04:10.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strip Club Dreams</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that the club we were at was known as an “anything goes” place as long as you had enough cash.   This was the place that kicked off my current near obsession about being with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was blonde but not the bleached kind, pale soft beautiful skin and smelled wonderful. She ran her hands through my hair and let her beautiful natural breasts brush up against my face.&lt;br /&gt;My private dance (that I insisted DH watch) was extraordinary. DH was a bit baffled at how far I was encouraged to go...she took my hands and put them on her tits and told me to play with her nipples....She also moved my hands to her ass and told me to rub. I totally chickened out when she took my hand and tried to get me to put my finger inside of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't...I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I had continued?   The rest is made up..but could have happened if I hadn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  been scared to&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2)  worried about spending the money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my finger inside of her, getting it slightly moist, so I can gently tease her clit. Eva was wet wet wet. I moved my mouth to cover her little rosebud nipple and begin to slowly suck and tease it with my tounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway…I began moving my finger in and out of her slowly and eventually used a second finger.  My thumb was rubbing her clit while I paid extensive attention to her beautiful tits with my mouth.  Eva arched her back and let out a low moan as she ground her pussy on my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a little change, I pulled my fingers out of her.  Eva’s pussy was sopping wet as was my hand.  I could smell how aroused she was.  “Taste yourself “ I said as I put my fingers in Eva’s open mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedily she sucked my fingers as I played with her well rounded ass.  Eva quickly tired of that and got off of my lap.  “Stand up, you have too many clothes on”  she said as she pulled me to standing by my hands.  A quick look over at DH to make sure it was ok with him (I took the open mouthed drooling expression on his face as well as the bulge in his pants that it was fine with him) and I was standing in front of Eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached over to kiss me as she began playing with my tits through my shirt.  It wasn’t one of those girl on girl lizard-like tongue fests in crappy porn.  This kiss opened with Eva gently pressing her slightly opened lips on mine.  It was almost like she was exploring me.  I gasped slightly as Eva moved her hands under my shirt..under my bra.  Her hands were soft and insistent at the same time and I pressed myself into her more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a slight smile, Eva pushed me away, “Let’s get some of those clothes off” and the next thing I knew my shirt was off and she was removing my bra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s like you’ve done this before, “ I giggled nervously.  I worried that my middle aged, post-kid body would be a turn off to someone who was naked for a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Eva kissed my next and moved down to suck on my tits, she said “I love women.  I love touching them.”  And then she began working on my already hard nipples with her mouth and hands.  I caressed her hair and watched her enjoying my body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva began to move down my body and knelt on the floor in front of me as her lips glided down my abdomen.  My breath quickened as I realized she was going to take off my jeans.  Her hands quickly began unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.  Shoving them quickly to the ground, Eva told me to step out of them and go sit on the chair.  DH still stood against the wall but now he was rubbing his crotch through his pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and let Eva manhandle me into position;  legs draped over the arms with my ass hanging slightly over the edge.  Seeing that I was a bit nervous, Eva leaned over to kiss me again and whispered, “Are  you ready sweetheart”  Speechless I nodded and watched Eva began to kiss my pussy.   “Baby you taste so wonderful…you’re so wet”  as she kept licking and sucking on my clit.  First one finger than two entered me.  My eyes closed in ecstasy as Eva ate me and I harshly twisted my nipples.  Gasping, I realized that I wanted DH to be part of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eva, is it OK for DH to touch you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling up at me, she said, “more the merrier”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all it took for DH to zip over and kneel next to her and begin playing with her tits..her wet pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing DH do that just sent me over the edge and I climaxed hard, pushing myself further into Eva’s face but being very aware I didn’t want to make too much noise.  Letting me come back to earth, Eva began kissing and stroking the insides of thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH remarked that I owed Eva and that it should be her turn.  Switching places, I got down on my knees in front of Eva on the chair and tasted a woman for the first time.  It y had a bit of fuzz on it and looked beautiful.  I parted her lips with my hand and spent a second or two looking at her hungry and aroused pussy.  Tentatively I moved my mouth closer..sticking my tongue out and flicking her clit.  Tangy and sweet at the same time, earthy and so very basic..I found her taste intoxicating and groaning I surrendered to wanting her.  After a minute or so, I heard Eva say, “Your wife likes pussy, honey, and she’s good at eating it too.”  And, just like she touched me while she was on the stage, Eva ran her hands through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick glance at DH revealed that he’d unzipped himself and was stroking a very very hard cock.   He loved watching me naked and pleasuring another woman.  Carassing my head, Eva said” Baby, do you mind if I help your husband a bit here?  Watching us together is going to make him explode.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunting my assent, I continued my exploration of her pussy.  DH stepped over to her expecting just a simple hand job, instead Eva grabbed hold of is cock and moved to her mouth.  Eyes popping out of his head, DH watched as his cock slid into her expert mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing the flooding wetness of Eva’s pussy, I redoubled my efforts to please her.  Knowing how she’d liked my fingers in her before, I easily slid two fingers in and Eva groaned and arched a bit.  Recognizing a good thing, I managed to get three fingers inside of her and moving them in and out.  It drove her wild but didn’t stop her valiant efforts at deep throating DH’s engorged cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her convulsing pussy as she began to cum.  I felt the walls squeezing my fingers as she cried out.  It seemed to last forever and yet it was over so quickly.  When DH reached over and touched my head, I slid my mouth over to kiss her thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva pulled her mouth off of my husband long enough to point out to me that poor DH still hadn’t gotten off.  “Why don’t we both make him happy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick kiss, we knelt side by side and waited for DH.  “Are you sure?” he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes” I replied smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to put him in my mouth.  My recent deep throating lessons were put to immediate use as I pushed my mouth all the way down to the base and felt the head move and slide against the back of my throat.  Eva began licking his balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times of going up and down doing this, Eva claimed her cock time and began working on the tip and used her eyes to tell me to lick and suck at the base.   DH was in heaven watching two naked women working on his cock…and let us know he was about to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to cum on your tits”  Not knowing whose tits he wanted to come on we both leaned back as he jerked his cock a whopping three times.  Eva’s tits were the lucky winners and it seemed like rope after rope of cum splashed across her pale skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t resist, I had to lick it off and immediately leaned over and began cleaning up my husband’s cum off of the stripper’s body.  I had one hand deep into my again-aroused pussy as I flicked my tongue over Eva’s body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done and standing up, DH swiftly kissed me.  Eva was the consummate hostess and offered up some baby wipes that had been in a small cabinet to the side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was so wonderful”  Eva said “We need to do this somewhere that has a real bed and make a night of it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-3382817264281721203?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/3382817264281721203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=3382817264281721203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/3382817264281721203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/3382817264281721203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/strip-club-dreams.html' title='Strip Club Dreams'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8566130149538535439</id><published>2008-10-14T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:15:00.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I don't like about some sex blogs..</title><content type='html'>I read a wide variety and the ones listed to your right are ones where I feel like the blogger has a very healthy attitude toward their sexuality/relationships/life. I believe that couples can swing, people can have poly relationships, individuals can be way kinkier than I am, and have a sane stable life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the others that I can't help but wince and continue reading for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trainswreck&lt;/span&gt;/thank god it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itsn't&lt;/span&gt; me factor. They're not listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most swinger blogs are OK but often if you dig back far enough you find an event that triggered it. Usually some sort of infidelity...much angst...and the idea that maybe they should explore others together. There's a honeymoon period where they "have the best communication ever" "best sex ever" and then someone, usually the woman, starts hating it.   I'm not sure how much of that is social conditioning (It's important to be a 'good girl') or that the woman just wasn't into it in the first place.  If kids are involved there's all sorts of issues (people in the house? pictures online?) that are really appropriate considerations for anyone who is interested in doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adultery&lt;/span&gt; blogs have taught me lots of lessons. Guys who cheat because they don't get enough at home almost never leave. They really love their wives but just want some extra release. One blog I read the guy has had another woman on the side for a couple of years and still calls her a fuck buddy. Women? They leave. And most of the time its not for another guy, its to find themselves in some way and the sex was just an expression of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I like sexy stories, in typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; fashion I like the stories behind them. I like learning about the people and watching the interaction between their personalities and their sex lives. And I want to write about that here...me and what I like to think/do/learn about sexually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8566130149538535439?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8566130149538535439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8566130149538535439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8566130149538535439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8566130149538535439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-dont-like-about-some-sex-blogs.html' title='What I don&apos;t like about some sex blogs..'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-9131199622364476534</id><published>2008-10-13T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:28:05.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Job Technique</title><content type='html'>I thought I gave OK blow jobs before. Lately (meaning the last 8 or 9 years) they've gone downhill. They weren't fun..I was bored by them..it was a bit like flossing (you do it because you're supposed to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a posting on a blog called "Confessions of a College Call Girl" about how to give a good blow job. 2 things I took away from that post: how to deep throat and the importance of spit as lube. Made it so much easier. Another change is that DH is either sitting in a chair (with me kneeling) or standing (with me kneeling again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at him and smiling with his cock in his mouth is really fun. Another thing is to cover my teeth with my lips after making sure there is lots of spit, deep throating, and then using my lips and some pressure to move back up the shaft...slowly..as I use my tounge on the underside and head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to grab a chair and almost fell over it was so good :)  Things that are done well are just more enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-9131199622364476534?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/9131199622364476534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=9131199622364476534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9131199622364476534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/9131199622364476534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/blow-job-technique.html' title='Blow Job Technique'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-4424263085690302925</id><published>2008-10-13T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:39:14.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn..porn...I like porn</title><content type='html'>What's your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm way into videos where women really climax.  I'm not talking the 'ohohoh' that is in the garden variety porn...that's why I'm also really enjoying places like YouPorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favorite YouPorn is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youporn.com/watch/244257/new-age-lesbos/"&gt;New Age Lesbos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last night we watched another one...redhead (guessing Eastern European of some type) who did extensive anal.  The shoes were very off putting to me and looked like Goodwill rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youporn.com/watch/244637/cute-redhead-gets-her-cute-ass-filled-with-cock/"&gt;Redhead with funy shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to come up a list of my favorite threesomes and deep throating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lots of Homeschool Mama Drama...including a revelation about one of the other moms that has offended the group...SHE'S BI!!!!!  There's a post right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-4424263085690302925?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/4424263085690302925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=4424263085690302925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4424263085690302925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/4424263085690302925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/pornporni-like-porn.html' title='Porn..porn...I like porn'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-8242582987567847114</id><published>2008-10-12T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:04:23.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Girls</title><content type='html'>Like I've stated in my profile, I didn't get to participate in that great college tradition: experimenting with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest I got was joining the Feminist Union in college. There were several college lesbians but they were of the crunchy, hippie variety. I may be a liberal but I still think patchouli smells like ass. It was on a bus trip to a protest march that I was accused of being a gender traitor because I liked guys to which my response was, "Maybe I am. I just love cock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward many years..couple of kids, moving around the country, dying parents...to 6 months ago when I made my 3rd visit to a strip club...and got to touch another woman for the first time. My primary source of pleasure is still DH's dick...but Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  ended up getting so excited that I swore people could hear me squish when I walked. Her skin was so soft and her touch was so gentle....and watching my DH watching us? I'm getting excited just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to be with another woman. Ideally, DH could be there. I'm scared to take this step without him! But I have no idea how to do this. I haven't dated since I was 19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I should go do this week's lesson plan and organize the new beads I bought today at the Columbus Day sale...while I squeeze my legs and squirm waiting for the kids to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-8242582987567847114?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/8242582987567847114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=8242582987567847114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8242582987567847114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/8242582987567847114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/other-girls.html' title='Other Girls'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218047152338042464.post-714724948801935566</id><published>2008-10-12T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:12:17.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this all about?</title><content type='html'>I'm a mom who homeschools...and is prominent in a large homeschool organization.  I help out at the kids co-op, make sure DH is all ready to go when he has a business trip, ensure that our geriatric dog has had his meds, and take care of my inlaws as necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I love porn, strip clubs, have a Fetlife profile, and am dying to get another woman into our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another blog that I stumbled onto with a woman who was exploring a new sexual world and I *strongly* identified with her concerns and issues.  I commented on her blog but didn't want it to link to my regular one so I came up with this profile.   There aren't many sex-friendly blogs where moms (or parents) really can discuss all the sides of being a horny married mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this is where I'm going to work out all the things that I can't do at Park Day.  Other moms are good for what curriculum to try or what meat is on sale at the grocery store...but I have other issues.  Like my DH doesn't want to sleep with another woman even after 18 years of the same...and I can't for the love of GOD get him to tie me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with that?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218047152338042464-714724948801935566?l=explorer92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/feeds/714724948801935566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218047152338042464&amp;postID=714724948801935566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/714724948801935566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218047152338042464/posts/default/714724948801935566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://explorer92.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-this-all-about.html' title='What is this all about?'/><author><name>HSMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598519547805688063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
