Extreme Sexual Ideas: Blood Bath Confessions, Bathing in The Fluids with your Partner

blood bathsExtreme Sexual Ideas: Blood Bath Confessions, Bathing in The Fluids with your Partner

This blog post is going to be a bit more of “confessions of our relationship” than how relationships should be.  Every couple is unique and different.  A lot of things we do is different than most couples.  For instance, we’ve opened our bedroom to other women,  published experiences online, posted amateur videos, shared our opinions on all types of sex, and religiously post naughty pictures on social media.  I am going to make a pretty safe assumption and guess that the rest of our neighbors don’t do any of those things above (Although if they do…kinky!  Let’s connect!).  This type of thing may not be different for those of us who are in the lifestyle, exhibitionists, or just naughty couples looking to explore new things.  In fact, if you are reading this blog, you are probably more like us, than unlike us.  But you already know, you are different than most couples.   With a long list of things most people consider disgusting, we have posted videos and blogs of us face fucking until she vomitstattooing my wife’s name on my penis, urinating in my wife’s throat while she deepthroats, or even sniffing cum off a mirror like it’s a drug (anyone remember that video?).  Just to name a few.  We’ve even been banned from sex and marriage forums because we posted about the advantages of having sex during her period.  We didn’t do any of that to shock people.  Trust me.  Nothing we do is to shock other people.  It’s how we connect. It’s how we explored each other long before we posted on social media.  In our opinion, it’s how we stay in the honeymoon stage after 22 years of marriage.  Blood Bath

And then we share it.  Unsure why, but we share our life.  We share things that we should keep locked in a closet.  We share our skeletons.  We share things that people may find gross.  We don’t do it for the reactions, we do it because it gives us a new connection.  Admittedly, when people don’t get it, it does make our connection stronger.  It also makes more sense to us when people don’t get it.  That’s why we do it.

So let’s get into it.

Blood Baths: How It All Started

Our blood baths started pretty simple.  My husband and I were taking a bath together.  We usually get a bit playful while bathing, or I will watch tv while my husband sits on the opposite side of me and rubs my clit.  I got so relaxed I accidentally peed in the water.   Oops!  I didn’t do it on purpose, my body was just in a numb zone where everything felt perfect.  The warm water, the bubbles, the alcohol, and my clit being played with caused me to urinate in our bath water.   My husband felt the warmth and flow of my urination and came towards me, ducking his lower jaw into the water and scooping up some bath water with his mouth.   As he leaned in, he slowly released the water and let it flow down my breasts.  We loved it.  He then turned around and I gave him a sponge bath.  We washed his hair and I bathed him in the same water that I had urinated it.  It wasn’t gross to us, but more of a bonding experience.  

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Love Eating – Enjoying a Full Meal Off Each Others Nude Bodies

Love Eating – Enjoying a Full Meal Off Each Others Nude Bodies

Each morning I wake up and make my morning coffee.  I have about an hour to prepare myself to go to work. For the first 30 minutes I will get my morning affairs in order.  I then pull the covers off my husband and wake him up.  We sleep nude, so he will roll over and expose his body to me, tell me he loves me, and open his legs so I can sit Indian style between them.   I will lotion him up with coconut oil and rub his legs, his crotch, his balls, his anus and taint, his inner thighs, and give him a morning massage.  This massage can lead to me finishing him with my hands, oral sex, or riding him until he cums.  No matter where he releases, it will be inside me.   I do not leave the house without him in me.  We have done this faithfully, or variations of this, for the last 6 years.  It’s part of our life.   It’s also when we open up and talk.  No rules.  Nothing is off limits.  No fantasies are judged.  Even if I talk about having sex with a hundred 80 year old men at a senior citizen home, it’s strictly talk.  It’s mental porn.  It’s a connection.  It’s can be extremely raunchy, or extremely sensual.  We also talk about things and ideas we have never tried.  In other words, the sexual ideas flow.

This morning my husband asked if I would like to eat dinner off his body.  Of course I would, but food and our bodies isn’t something we have seriously toyed with in probably 22 years. 

When You Started to “Love Eating”

I do remember when we first started exploring each other, nude and  totally new to each others’ bodies.  I asked my husband, who was my virgin boyfriend at the time, if he would like to eat ice cream off my vagina. In hindsight, I don’t think he was ready for that type of connection at the time.  He was still learning how to properly eat me out, let alone figuring out how to eat ice cream off my labia.  It was a real mess.  He also experimented with a lollipop and pixie sticks.  This was all years ago. 

I guess the most recent thing we have done with food was about 7 years ago, for a Christmas photo shoot, I let my husband cum on a chocolate chip cookie that I ate while dipping it in milk.  This wasn’t eating off his body, but it was incorporating his cum with something I ate.  Other than that, food has been pretty off limits.  

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Extreme Sexual Ideas And Trying New Things Together To Enhance Your Connection

Extreme Sexual Ideas And Trying New Things Together To Enhance Your Connection

This blog post is going to be a bit more of “confessions of our relationship” than how relationships should be.  Every couple is unique and different.  A lot of things we do is different than most couples.  For instance, we’ve opened our bedroom to other women,  published experiences online, posted amateur videos, shared our opinions on all types of sex, and religiously post naughty pictures on social media.  I am going to make a pretty safe assumption and guess that the rest of our neighbors don’t do any of those things above (Although if they do…kinky!  Let’s connect!).  This type of thing may not be different for those of us who are in the lifestyle, exhibitionists, or just naughty couples looking to explore new things.  In fact, if you are reading this blog, you are probably more like us, than unlike us.  But you already know, you are different than most couples.   With a long list of things most people consider disgusting, we have posted videos and blogs of us face fucking until she vomitstattooing my wife’s name on my penis, urinating in my wife’s throat while she deepthroats, or even sniffing cum off a mirror like it’s a drug (anyone remember that video?).  Just to name a few.  We’ve even been banned from sex and marriage forums because we posted about the advantages of having sex during her period.  We didn’t do any of that to shock people.  Trust me.  Nothing we do is to shock other people.  It’s how we connect. It’s how we explored each other long before we posted on social media.  In our opinion, it’s how we stay in the honeymoon stage after 21 years of marriage.

And then we share it.  Unsure why, but we share our life.  We share things that we should keep locked in a closet.  We share our skeletons.  We share things that people may find gross.  We don’t do it for the reactions, we do it because it gives us a new connection.  Admittedly, when people don’t get it, it does make our connection stronger.  It also makes more sense to us when people don’t get it.  That’s why we do it.

regardless of how “extreme” we consider ourselves, there are still a lot of couples much more extreme than we could ever be (full swapping, gang bangs, no holds barred photos)

Let me explain.

From the beginning of relationships both people subconsciously set up mini goals they would like to accomplish.  Whether it be about seeing if he will open the door for you, or seeing if she will let you kiss her on the first date.  These little goals constantly progress, especially up until marriage.  Think about it, every step towards marriage has little goals you achieve, slowly advancing the things you do together. 

This is why a game like The Sims is so popular.  It simulates life, and much like real life, we have small personal goals we set for ourselves before we stop playing.  /endgame.  

I’ll create an analogy from my perspective, the perspective of a man with a high sex drive.  Moreso than wanting to be President of the United States, my goals are more simple.  I just wanted to fall in love, stay faithful, and marry a woman that enjoys taking care of me after a long day.  You know, make sure I know that my work day is over, the stress is gone, I am at home, she is going to take care of me, and I am the king of her world.  /endgame

For humans, mini goals are apart of our life.  We don’t stop at kindergarten, we go to the first grade. We go to middle school.  We go to high school.  We go to college.  We go to graduate school.  We go for our doctrine.  If we stop, our life gets complacent.  The more we keep going, the more we are rewarded at the end.  The military?  The same.  You are awarded rank depending on the time and effort you put into your career.  In fact, all jobs are like this.  Firemen, police officers, even attorneys who start as affiliates and become partners.  Our entire life is based off progression, rewards, and a constant need for doing new things.  This is why video games have a leveling system.  Otherwise most people wouldn’t be interested.

Marriage is no different.

Back to my analogy.  When we first start dating, it’s all about going to the movies and putting your arm  around your date’s shoulder for the first time. We judge to see if she moves or is uncomfortable.  The next time we go to the movies, we immediately put our arm around her shoulder. It’s no longer an advancement, but an established connection we’ve both decided is something we enjoy.  Now, what else can we do?  Do we stop there?  Maybe we can rub her thigh?  If we are brave, maybe we can even slide our hand up her leg and see if she reaches down to stop us.   Eventually, we are resting our hand at the seams of her panties.  At this point, you have overcome so many mini goals and progressed your relationship.  As your relationship advances, you will eventually find your hand inside her panties rubbing her genitals during the movie.   If she lets you progress that far.  This could happen over multiple dates, or just one movie.  This would depend on how fast you advance.  Me personally, I advance slow.  

Either way, advancement is what keeps things new and fresh. It creates feelings that make you feel accomplished.  And she is the one giving you that feeling.  So you feel indebted.  You enjoy how she makes you feel, which may lead to you starting to fall in love.  Later these accomplishments  keep you falling in love. 

Unfortunately, a lot of times advancements revert.  For instance, once married, she may be more irritated that you are ruining the movie for her.  Or maybe you have butter on your fingers from the popcorn and she doesn’t want to get her thigh greasy.  Real life is taking over, germs matter again, you don’t kiss as long, and your fingers are greasy from popcorn so you aren’t even allowed to touch her during a movie anymore.  This is just as common as advancement.  This is also normal.  And yes, this could be considered  “falling out of love.”  

Imagine playing a game for years and the developer decides to take away your Dragon Scale Sword… because it gets your girl’s leg greasy!   All the sudden, this game isn’t quite as fun anymore.

Or what if you have the highest possible sword you can earn?  What happens when you “No Life” Runescape your marriage and max level everything? Either the game developers need to give you something else to do, or you will find something else to play.

Does any of this make sense?  

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Would You Get a Tattoo of Your Wife’s Name On Your Penis Instead of a Wedding Ring?

tattoo on penisWould You Get a Tattoo of Your Wife’s Name On Your Penis Instead of a Wedding Ring?

If marriage is really forever ever, and ever ever…. call your local tattoo shop, get ready to be slightly humiliated, and grab a towel to bite down on fellas! 

The first question I usually get regarding a tattoo on my penis is, “Did it hurt?”  Tattoo on my dick or a Tattoo on my Penis.

Does Getting A Tattoo On Your Penis Hurt?

No, it didn’t hurt.  After years of rubbing up and down on this thing with my hand, driving it in mouths and rubbing it against teeth, my dick has the rigidness of elephant skin.   Going back and forth inside of a woman’s tight vagina 100s of a times in a fuck session is going to leave your dick more sore than a tattoo.  Therefore, a tattoo on my penis was nothing.

Is a Tattoo of Her Name on Your Penis Commitment or Dumb?

I think it is a bit of both.   I don’t care though.   Personally, I don’t really need a perfect dick, nor did I ever have one.  Random threesomes may have a quick awkward moment before the other girl puts her mouth around your penis, but that’s about the extent of it.  If we decide to fuck other girls, it has Venice’s name on it.  Which she loves.  When she says to the other girl, ‘You look so pretty sucking my dick…”  She means it.   Tattoo on my dick or a Tattoo on my Penis.

Much like how Andy wrote his name on the bottom of Woody’s foot, Venice has written her name on the top of my dick.  

Where Can You Get A Tattoo On Your Penis at?

Any tattoo shop will probably do this for you; however, it will cost a lot more.  Much like shipping and handling adds to the cost of things you buy, tattooing your dick also has a handling charge.  If you aren’t comfortable with being nude, or having another man hold your penis while drawing on it, then the wedding ring option may be more for you.  More than likely you will have to get a male tattoo artist.  Either way, bring your wife with you so she can enjoy the tattoo experience with you.  If you end up with a female artist, she may appreciate that you aren’t some pervert and brought your wife with you to ease the tension.  

If you really don’t want to do it at a public shop, you could do it at home yourself. It may cost a bit more for a tattoo machine though.

How Do They Tattoo Your Penis?  Do You Have to Be Erect?

No you do not have to be erect.  They will take your flaccid penis and wrap it around a small sterile bat shaped object.  This will tighten your skin and enable the tattoo artist to tattoo whatever it is you need onto your penis.   In fact, much like the photo above, you can see my penis wrapped around Venice’s wrist. That is the exact process.  Except you aren’t going to wrap your penis around the wrist of the tattoo artist.  Once it is tight and stretched, you will be surprised at how easily it can be tattooed.

A Cheaters Mark of Shame

After getting the tattoo on my penis years ago, I searched around online to see if there were any other examples of what I had done.  I saw pictures of elephants trunks, dragons tails, and various other funny things, but didn’t really see much else.  However, I did read an interview with a female tattoo artist that said she noticed that men that cheat tend to be the ones that asked her to tattoo their dicks.  It seems a penis tattoo shows the ultimate recommitment for a cheating man trying to prove his loyalty.  So much so, women take back their cheating husbands thinking, “If he tattooed his dick, he must be sorry.  That other girl doesn’t have her name on his cock.”

That sounds pretty desperate, but in a way, that may subconsciously explain why I had my own penis tattooed.  Although I have never cheated, I was a virgin when I met Venice.  I am very proud of that.  The more girls we hooked up with together, the more guilty and disloyal I felt. I felt guilty because I enjoyed it.  I felt disloyal because I wanted it.  I felt greedy because I knew I didn’t want to stop and go back to a monogamous lifestyle.  

I had always told Venice that my dick is her dick.  Her vagina is my vagina.  If my dick goes inside another girl, it’s our dick.  She loves to see it.  Although the pleasure is physically connected to me (I’ve still never had an orgasm from another woman’s body), mentally, it’s our  experience. As dumb as that may seem to those not in the lifestyle, it makes sense to us.   In fact, I meant it so much that I tattooed her name on our dick.   And I don’t regret it.  So in a way, tattooing my dick was also my form of recommitting myself to her.

Without her, I don’t need it.

Would You Get A Tattoo On Your Penis?

Would you tattoo your wife’s name on your dick rather than wearing a wedding ring?  If you are polyamorous, would you use your dick as a chalk board and just tattoo various women’s names on your penis to show your commitment (bad joke)? 

 

Our Experience: Deepthroating While He Urinates (part 2)

Deepthroating While He Urinates (part 1)

Ryan: The next day after failing to urinate while Venice was deepthroating me, Venice sent text messages and teased me for not being able to follow through with our plan. For instance, before she left for work she would make the peeing sound as she talked, “Have a good day at work Ryan, last night was so ssssssssssssspecial.” Of course she was just teasing me but I knew I was going to pull it off the next time we tried. The conditions had to be right though. I had to make sure my bladder was empty in the afternoon so the flavor wouldn’t be so potent that night. I was going to start drinking a lot of water around mid day to make sure I felt the urine sensation as my work day ended. I also thought about the position we previously tried, her flat on her back being face fucked, and knew it wouldn’t work. I’d want to be able to pee and know the stream could go down her throat, rather than pool back up into her mouth and possibly choke her. Mainly, I had to be mentally prepared. I needed to tell myself that I would pull out quick if anything happened, Venice wasn’t going to choke, and I knew I had to relax.

As my work day came to an end I felt the pressure from my urine in my bladder growing. I knew by the time I got home I would be able to pee whether I wanted to or not. I called Venice on my drive home and let her know I wanted to try again but in the bathtub. I also needed her to help set up the camera so everything would be ready. I am unsure if I could set up the phone, put in the memory card, and do a bunch of technical things all while holding in my urine like a three-year-old child who didn’t have a potty near.

Venice: The first time I was disappointed that we didn’t get to finish the deepthroat urination. Although I was nervous, I was more excited. Experiencing these “firsts” with each other is what bonds us even closer, not to mention the memories we get to make with each other and the talks following. I was excited to get a second chance. I get home a few minutes before Ryan, so I was already undressed and ready to get started. I stood there, giddy, excited to get him hard.

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