Don't Forget to Fuck.

The most important advice I got before our wedding-planning process. There were lots of other tidbits; breathing is good, things will go wrong and that's okay, but the single greatest piece of advice for the months leading up to our wedding was this simple - Don't. Forget. To fuck.

I felt like I needed to chime in after this surreal day. Let me tell you guys, there is nothing less sexy than seeing two immature, unprepared, selfish people get married for what I can only imagine to be the wrong reasons. And it's going to take some serious naked time to get me out of this funk.

But the post-sad-wedding depression that Rye mentioned really got me to thinking about that advice and how true it is. Not just for wedding planning, not just for newly wedded bliss, but for real fucking life. Don't forget to fuck.

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It sounds so simple. But isn't that really the point? Is the reason you saw that man or woman across the room and were instantly drawn to them because they looked like they'd take you on a shopping spree? Or be a security blanket? Maybe. And maybe that's okay for you. But for me, it was because I wanted him to put his mouth on my body.

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It was because his was the face I rubbed my clit to late at night before I could have him. Because I wanted him to rip my clothes off every time I saw him. Because I spent a few years wondering what it would feel like to have his stubbly face buried deep between my legs, what his mouth would taste like and how to make his knees wobble. 

Fucking is about so many things. It's about coming, yes, but also about how good it feels to have your skin on his skin. And it's about learning to ask for what you want. And learning to be generous. And learning the joy of making someone you love scream out, "Dear fucking God - do not stop!"

And guys, now that I have him, accessible, naked at request, in my bed? I will never forget to fuck.

Sunday Cock Worship.

We don't seem to post much on the weekends, largely because we're off, exploring the city, eating, drinking, going to shows and fucking. Always fucking.

But tonight's a special edition. Because we went to a REALLY depressing wedding today. We discussed spicing it up by fucking by the ocean. Or at least me fingering Violet. But it didn't happen. Too much family around. And maybe the least sexy occasion ever experienced.

But we'll take of each other tonight. After a wasted day. And a bout of post-sad-wedding depression. I figured this would help lift the mood.

 Violet LOVES pre-cum. Anytime I'm sitting around, playing with my cock and display even the tiniest amount of release, she's on it. Cooking dinner, she puts down the spoon and comes suck that shit up. She'll rub it like lotion, covering my tip with an even coat, lick it off in one clean swipe, use it as an opportunity to take me in her mouth, sweeping the pr-cum with her as she moistens me for future molestation. Yeah, she enjoys it.

While yes, her nails are scary, the thought of her proudly sucking that fat cock to the back of her throat is not an unpleasant image to have.

It almost seems as if she's spitting the cum back inside him. Hot.

Whoever this slut is, in her raincoat, is one sexy ass, confident woman. I love that she's taking what are ostensibly her vibrators and putting them to work on her man. Or fuck, maybe her John. Or, probably more realistically, scene partner.

She seems familiar to me somehow, anyone know this person?

As people reading along thus far have noticed, I'm no stranger to ropes. But only in that I tie the fuck out of Violet. Only a few weeks ago, I tied her for most of a Saturday afternoon, using ice cubes, cold chocolate syrup, cold showers on a leash and fucking her with food. But then I let her have it. Orgasm after orgasm until she literally could take no more. Her pussy was spent. But her asshole, that was offered right up. In fact, she begged for it. And I didn't disappoint, filling her with hot streams of cum as she bucked, screamed and bit my chest in impossible pleasure.

However, I digress. The point of this story is that, clearly, I should have her tie my cock and balls up like the cunt she is.

And finally. How else did you expect us to finish?