#musings

I don’t really think labels matter very much, but here goes.

Almost every time I leave the house, I see at least one woman – and usually two or three, or more – who I would like to undress and bury my face between her legs until she asks me stop. I’ve never had anything close to that feeling seeing a guy, so I’m not gay or bi. And yet …

I want to help my wife suck a cock, and I want to have somebody – a guy or a woman with a strap-on – fuck me in the ass while I go down on my wife.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have threesomes with my wife and another woman, too. The thought of having one beautiful woman ride my hips while another rides my face, and fucking one of them while she eats the other one out, is part of my favorite fantasy. But a threesome with another guy is pretty high on the list, too – and not just for her.

I don’t think I want any other man to fuck my wife. And yet, I would love to 69 with a woman while she’s being fucked, suck him after he’s been inside her, and clean them both up when they’re done. I don’t want to kiss him or caress him or lick him all over or cum on his chest (all things I love to do with women); I just want his cock in my mouth and in my ass.

So what does that make me? “Bi-curious” comes close, I guess, but even that doesn’t seem to fit. I think of myself mostly as adventurous; except for bathroom stuff and serious pain, I’m open to just about anything consenting adult humans can do together, and I think rimming is the only thing I’d like somebody to do to me that I’m not willing to do myself.

Anyway, this blog is just a place for me to post a few of my fantasies. I’ll certainly post here if any of them become reality, but don’t hold your breath; my wife’s not very open to anything like this.

Enjoy, and ask me anything.

TD

I have recently discovered that tasting my pre-cum significantly heightens my pleasure when masturbating. A few times I’ve even managed to get some actual cum without having a complete orgasm, and a good taste of that is almost ecstasy. Now if I could just find a couple to play with, I’m quite sure I’d react the same way to licking another man’s pre-cum right off his cock, and cleaning both of them after he cums inside her.

Am I the only one who hates it when a hot porn scene with beautiful people ends with a guy jerking off? I know the external money shot is important in porn, but I think it’s MUCH hotter when the woman does the stroking. Every time I see a guy doing it, I’m left wondering if that’s the only way he can get off.

Probably like most people, guys and girls, who haven’t made a guy come in their mouths yet, I’m nervous about that if I ever get the opportunity. I’m sure I’ll like sucking a cock, but not so sure I’ll like the result.

A follower of mine, a guy, says the last couple of times he’s blown a guy he was only aware the guy had come because he felt fluid around the head, and there wasn’t all that much fluid. He also says precum has a much more distinctive taste than cum.

I’d like to hear from other followers, guys and girls. Do you agree?

I’m thinking I want to come on some food and then eat it. Like this post if you want to see pix and/or video of that, and message me if you have a suggestion for what food it should be.

I just edged verrry close to coming, close enough that I got a nice-sized puddle of cum in my palm but was still horny. I licked it up, pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth to spread it out so I’d really taste it and could pay attention, and swallowed. Now I know for sure that it’s the texture, not the taste, that bothers me, and that it’s tolerable a little at a time.

Which means when I finally get to suck a cock, I will suck it dry and swallow.

Hope I find a couple to play with soon!

I rarely watch YouTube because it’s such a time suck as you endlessly follow links but I just looked something up on Google maps and went down a rabbit hole ending in checking the available ferries between Tunis and Palermo, so … maybe it’s me?

                                           you’re     the     moon     to     my     stars     . *

                                    i’ll       never       be       that       me       again       . *

                                                             be     the     light     . *

                                    she’s     strong     but     she’s     exhausted     . *

                        they     say     they     love     me     at     dusk ,       but     at     dawn 
                                  i     pack     up     my     things     and     i’m     gone . 

                    you     don’t     look     at     me     the     way     you     used     to     . *

              pretty     brown     eyes     and     a     mind     full     of     thoughts     . *

                                           is     this     what     you     wanted     ? *

Dear Valerie,

As we are free
Within our own confines
And no matter how much
We expand we only create
Newer limitations
Who then does your
God worship

(sic)

Love Chris

10/12/77

The past is gone, dying, dead.
To remain there is to relive your death over and over.

The future is uncertain, unmade, unable.
To remain there is to continually be shattered and unwhole.

The now is here, clear, focused.
To remain is to be able to explore everywhere.

Where shall we exist?

You know, as a millennial who rebelled against their parents’ strict black-and-white fundamentalist worldview by finding and fully embracing the grayness of everyday morality, it’s really jarring to watch Gen Z rebel against their parents’ strict black-and-white worldviews by adopting an equally rigid black-and-white worldview that just clings to the polar opposite opinions of their parents’. It’s like watching someone who’s complained about being forced to wear dresses their whole life decide to rebel by wearing only blue dresses instead of pink ones. You’re not getting rid of what your parents forced you into; you’re just changing the look of it. 

                                                [[yeah, 
        ✰ my boyfriend’s pretty ¢øøł…
                                             but he’s not as ¢øøł as me]]