From This Morning's Sext Files.

Sometimes Violet works and Rye doesn't. On said days, this occurs.

We thought it was only fair to give you a taste. Clearly, the new updates to the iPhone photo app have made great strides in sexting technology. This is some artsy shit.

Sext Me Your Sexty Parts.

Modern technology means that one no longer has to suffer through an entire day of work without seeing their partner's glorious parts. This was yesterday's glorious part.

Formspring Time!

Do you two sext each other?

Oh man, do we ever! A recent example of what I sent to V while she was in a work meeting:

"I am looking forward to you going to the gym, getting all hot and sweaty, coming home and letting me dive right into that salty sweetness."

And some photos:

 

Sexty.

Some weeks at work are grueling. Each morning feels like it's a Friday, then you get to the office only to realize it's a Tuesday.

That's why it's particularly important during weeks like this that you sext each other. Like this:

How did you guys ultimately decide to put yourselves out there so fully and raw for everyone?

We wrote about this quite a bit in the early days of the blog, but now it's just a thing we do, so it's fun to think about the roots sometimes.

After being a few years into our relationship, we began to really explore each other in ways that neither of us had with other people. We dug into anal play, spanking, some light bondage, sex toys, mutual masturbation, sexting and all sorts of other fun shit. Then it came time to talk about porn. In the past, I had a partner that frowned upon it in a major way. And also frowned upon sex. So naturally, I was well versed in not only jerking off to porn, but in hiding it.

So I hid it for a while from V. Which is ridiculous, because she's incredibly open-minded and about the coolest woman you'll ever meet. She in no way fits any media stereotype about women, as many of our female readers also don't. Because fuck that stereotypical bullshit! Women are horny too!

Proof of this female horniness of which we speak. Also, breaking our rule of tumblr exclusivity on this one. Ah well.

Anyway, we started talking about what kinds of porn we like. And then would share our ideas of good porn. It became a sort of challenge to hit on exactly what the other person would enjoy. And it just so happens that we like very similar things in our porn. Then one day, we stumbled upon a blog, written by a couple, that we really, really enjoyed. And we got to talking.

At first, it was just going to be stories and photos/videos we found that we enjoyed.

But then we took a few photos. And got a better camera. And talked about a video. And then another video.

We find, more and more that the world lacks the type of porn we enjoy. So we've begun setting out to make the kind of material we want to see. Photos are plentiful and delicious, but videos are really lacking. With Vimeo and new dSLR's making artistic and stylish videos easier than ever, it seems silly that the porn world hasn't gotten there yet. We're hoping to help lead the charge, along with a select few people that have been there before us. A certain redhead has provided some inspiration, as most of our readers know by now.

Anyway, ramble over.

Check our first two posts for more details:

http://uncommonappetites.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-up.html
http://uncommonappetites.blogspot.com/2010/07/so.html

Ask us anything. Make it filthy.

For the 500 Twitter Follows.

Well, you earned it. As promised, we hit 500 followers on Twitter today, so here it is. This was sent to Rye on Friday while he worked diligently. I hung at home, taking a full on manual approach to all matters in my pants.

Enjoy, perverts!

Everything Gets Crossed Out.

There's a story behind this one. Which you'll get soon. For now, just know that as I ran some after work errands, I got this picture sent to my phone.

HNT: Rye's Turn at Bat.

A few weeks ago, Rye sent this pair of gems to me while I worked diligently at the office. Not surprisingly, I got distracted shortly thereafter.

Top Ten Things I Love About Violet in the Bedroom Edition.

I could do 500. These came to mind first.

1. Her adventurous side. The fact that we even have this blog in the first place.

2. How her pussy tightens and contracts, folding like rolling waves over my fingers as I massage her g-spot to orgasm.

3. Her smile. Maybe it doesn't seem sexual to you, but it's one of my biggest turn ons.

4. How loud she is. Bitch is LOUD.

5. Her flush face right before she comes. It swims over her cheeks and envelops her from the neck down to her fat tits.

6. That little tongue that creeps out of her pussy lips, as if it's sticking out at me. She doesn't like it, but I love it.

7. Her ass (and puckered little asshole). The way is moves. The shape it takes when she bends over. The look she gives me when I dip inside her, finger or cock. Shock, desire, lust, eagerness.

8. The time she called me on a road trip with my brother so I could listen to her come. My brother was in the same hotel room with me and had no idea why I was being so quiet. And that there are thousands of moments just like this one that I can draw on when I'm alone.

9. Her big fat, full, slutty, always-showing-off-her-cleavage tits. And that she loves playing with them as much as I do.

10. That no matter what I throw her way, she's game. Eating cum, pegging, getting tied up, spanked, fingered in public, photo sessions, it's all fair game. And it makes me want to keep dreaming up new things to ask of her. I wonder when she'll say no...

Why did I make this list only ten?

Textual Intercourse.

Allow me to let you in on our life a bit. Not that nude photos and tales of filthy sex haven't let you in. But you know, something even more intimate. Into our phones.

A quick backstory on this; Violet has been under the weather lately. Which means there's a lot of this:

And she just watches. Or isn't even home to watch. And then she wallows in self pity for being unable to take down a cock.

However, as I awoke the other morning, I got this alert from V: