A Rock Feels No Pain

In despero , obscurum ; In Diligo , Lux lucis. (In despair, darkness; In Love, Light). -Me

Coitus Interruptus- or, Volunteers Anyone?

So exciting, so hot, so wanton and free and beautiful. I love seeing her, and being with her, outdoors. It’s so freeing, so daring, to be nude outdoors, and although this time I didn’t get naked, it was the playing out of a fantasy, and that was enough.

We went for a drive, late yesterday afternoon. We didn’t have anyplace to go, and we don’t normally do that, but it was a gorgeous day and the leaves are turning, and since it was warm and clear and a perfect fall day we decided why not? So, we put the top down, and just cruised along to another little village, about 6 miles from our own. Holding hands, talking about nothing special, or important, just enjoying the day and being with her, what a great time that was.

We came across a winery that neither of us had been too, (not surprising for me, as I don’t drink), and randomly decided to go look around. Fantastic old buildings, stonework and old wood, and a quiet compound. There was a great old house, or something that started its life as a house anyway. It had additions here, and additions there, and a lot of stonework of its’ own. The whole front was a walled patio, with arches and round openings in the stonework, paved in old, mossy rocks. It was so interesting, and one of my thoughts was “too bad it’s not more private, and why did I leave the camera in the car?” All I could think of was a couple of nudes of Lynn against the old stones, which I’ve wanted to do for a while now.

So the winery closes, and as I’m driving back towards our house, I asked Lynn how her inhibition level was? She pretty much just asked me, “What inhibitions?”

So, we found a great place to pull the car off the road, and tuck it pretty much out of sight of the road, and picked our way through the woods to the railroad tracks- another long-held plan, was photos on the tracks, with the woods and all.

We walked along a ways, until we were out of sight of the road, and she started shedding her clothes. You can be sure, as she did, I started snapping the shutter. She posed, she teased, she would walk away and toward me, and we ended up with some great photos.

So, after she’d dressed, we were talking, and I asked her to do one more thing for me- and oh god, I was red telling her, but I wanted her to pee for me, let me watch her pee outdoors. I can’t even believe I asked her, and it’s really hard to believe she did- took her pants back off, and peed while I watched; then, she moved to an old hunk of something, and bent over so I could reach her from behind. I was so hot, moving behind her, opening my pants, reaching to touch her so wet and slippery, opening her up, I was sure I’d come instantly.

And, naturally, just as I’m starting to enter her, in the woods, the sunlight, the wind and being so hot, well, yeah, you guessed it.

The kids call my phone.

Damn, and blast, and all other manner of cursing, and laughing as well. Can’t escape them, nohow!

Couldn’t not answer, either, as when they’re home alone, we make sure they can reach us- and wasn’t about to make them feel like we were out of touch.

“Can we have Chinese for dinner?”

We laughed, we giggled, and we went and got take out for dinner.

Yes, we finished what we’d started, but it was later, in bed, and almost as hot talking about what we’d done, and seeing the photos, as it would have been earlier; and, I’m sure, some of that was for the anticipation building. Having kids old enough to be left alone for a few hours is wonderful, but still, anyone want to volunteer to be on call for my kids, at times like that??

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Filed under: kink, nudity, outside, sex

Jamaica Mon

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything, but there’s been a lot of ups and downs, and certainly a lot of writing has gone on.

Let’s see… I could blog about the pop-up occurrence of the asshole, but I don’t want to. I’ve come to believe that she didn’t know it was him, so we’re now past a month, almost to the second month since true contact took place- as far as I know anyway, so we’ll leave that.

I could blog about the extremely sxual relationship that popped up, from someone that I had actually started to believe was “just a friend”. As it turns out, that wasn’t quite the case; he is, and was, although I’m assured it’s not been ongoing, far more than just a friend. No, there’s a whole lot there, that isn’t just friends. However, I don’t want to think about htat, either, not right now.

No, I’m going to say this:

Jamaica rocks. Jeez, I loved it, what a great trip. Just lynn and myself, no kids, no worries, after all the passport troubles and delays, and the weather scared, we got there on Saturday afternoon.

Sunny, warm, perfect breeze; heheh, they goofed on our rooms though, so we were dumped to the “Au Naturel” side, whether we liked it, were ready for it, or not.

We were. We just looked at each other, said “What the hell, we’re here, why not?” And took off our clothes, and hit the beach. What a great feeling, I’ve decided that there is indeed something to be said for nudity, especially on the ocean. The resort has a complete section that is devoted to au naturel, and it was a blast.

I was worried, a fair amount, what if I got aroused? But, truly, just as I’d read on the internet, it’s not a problem. It just felt right, and comfortable, for the most part. The women, two Lynns, were a little more concerned I think, but overall, I found it very nice to not get hung up on the sexual aspect; it’s a very different feeling than when you see everyone in revealing skimpy sexy bathing suits, etc- it’s actually far less intrusive sexually, because it’s just the way everyone is.

So, Jamaica is a grand place, and hanging out on a naturist beach is a grand thing to do. I highly recommend it, to anyone that feels like they want to push boundaries, and explore together new attitudes and exciting new times.

“No problem mon!”

Filed under: beach, Jamaica, naturist, nudity, relationship, vacation

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