Limericks Just For Fun

I haven't forgotten to write a Part II to "The First Love", but also haven't had the energy to sit down and write it, though I apparently had time and energy to write and trade a few limericks with Huxley.

Huxley by the way, is a geeky-sexy cartoonist, and I mean geeky in the best possible way...as in, he's the smartest and funniest of guys, and a gentleman, but cute as all get-out and you just know when he gets rolling, he's gotta be hot as hell in bed lol...should I coin the word geexy in honor of him? Yes, I think I will: this is for you Huxley, geexy adorable you! ;O)

He started the limerick challenge. [Serena is my pseudonym for this one]:

A blogger by the name of Serena,
Found books were her favorite arena,
But this giggly blonde
Was quite fond of her Wand*
Which made her squeal like a laughing hyena.

[*Referring to my favorite of appliances, the Hitachi Magic Wand.]

So I asked him to do one for me as Pym, and I wrote this as an example:

There once was a blogger named Pym,
Who wished she was ever-more trim,
But when she giggled and jiggled her ass-not-so-trim,
Out of Huxley she'd get a sweet grin.

His reply:

Huxley said, "What's the matter Ms. Pym?
Your expression is awfully grim."
Pym wiggled her booty,
"'Tis a giggly beauty,
Thus it's my duty to go to the gym."

[Here I laughed and clutched my stomach, picturing myself at the gym. Ha! But then again, that's why my ass is a "giggly" beaut.]

My reply, using another nickname,

There once was a cartoonist named Hex,
Who wouldn't be caught dead in Spandex,
But his cock was so wide,
He threw frugality aside,
And bought it its own diamond Rolex.

And I also wrote one for Spencer [here I'll call him Stan]:

There once was a lover named Stan,
Whose uncut cock's length was a span,
His wife, yes she'd suck it,
But swallow? She'd duck it.
"That's such a big load, Mr. Man!"

Yes, I did write one for Cary using his real name and occupation, but I couldn't think of a pseudonym that would keep the rhyme. So here's one I made up just now:

There once was a hotty named Cary,
Whose disposition was always quite merry,
He'd hold me tight,
And hit it just right,
Making me pleased oh so very.

That's all the brain power I can spare for the night; hope we made someone laugh; feel free to share a dirty limerick of your own; it's great mental exercise, and can be kinda' hot ;O)

~Pym

The First Love, Part I

After writing about our initial breaking-in experience with Sydney, I had to have Spencer jog my memory of what came next [it has been a few years]. It seems that because of how the situation made me feel, we didn't attempt much active searching for "adult" friends for awhile.

In the meantime he kept up our online accounts like Adult Friend Finder and Swing Lifestyle [mentions are not to be construed as an endorsement ;O) ] and we continued to discuss what it is we wanted out of an open relationship.

I think still at that point we hadn't hit upon the word polyamory, or we'd only just begun to learn about it. We did think we knew what we didn't want and that was shallow, anonymous sex; we wanted to at least care for and have a friendship with someone if we were going to have sex with them. However we didn't yet discuss how we'd deal with it if one of us actually fell in love with another person.

Until it happened.

Spencer had at that time caught back up with a friend, Judith--now married--from his old high school. I became close to her, too, and she became pretty much a best girlfriend to me. She and Spencer felt comfortable flirting and with time she seemed more and more open to it, especially via email. She also began relaying to Spencer how "un-sexual" her marriage was, and some of the downright nasty things her husband was saying to her about her body. In time, she and Spencer grew closer, and they decided to move on sexually.

Now, I do say that I/we don't want to help spouses cheat, but hearing about the almost verbally-abusive situation she was in [at least hearing it from her side], and counting on them knowing the risks involved, I gave my blessing to them.

And even though Spencer and I talked things out beforehand [though not she and I, which in hindsight may have helped me], and intellectually I was ready, letting the two of them have sex was one of the most difficult things I'd ever done.

~Pym

House Open Marriage Episode

Spencer and I watched tonight's episode of House together, and I'm chatting with Cary about it now. We're all three pretty much in agreement that the episode leaned toward being anti-open marriage. And I thought it was done a bit heavy-handedly: HEY EVERYBODY, THEY HAVE AN OPEN MARRIAGE! And this allows the doctors to ask all kinds of personal questions, even though it would have no bearing on her present condition.

I think Rachel [Taub's wife] was on the right track when she was giving him permission: I think if he'd have gone out with Maya while having permission, it would have taken the thrill out of it, and he probably wouldn't have gone through with it anyway.

Taub was a buffoon for broaching the subject of open marriage with his wife in a crowded restaurant--you can't discuss anything serious in that setting. And once Rachel did give him Thursdays, even if she could have followed through, he should have had more class than to jump on the very next Thursday. And why should it have been any of Taub's co-worker's business?? And why was Foreman especially hard on Taub?

I also wonder why the words polyamory or swinger were never spoken. Not that they're the same thing, but with all the conversation you'd think someone would have said one or the other.

Lots of food for thought in this episode, though it probably was done mainly for titillation and ratings--hey, it worked in getting us to watch!

Would love to hear anyone else's comments on it, too.

'Night,
~Pym

Still here

Yes, Spencer and I are still here! It seems like it's been awhile since I've posted, but in a way it's good because we've been busy with productive things. Lots of pleasure reading, doing things around the house [especially yard work], and spending enriching time together. Spencer is working hard on tapering his drinking and I can see an improvement and give him my heartfelt thanks for trying! I've also gotten to have some wonderful extra time with Cary -- once meeting for a daytime skyclad encounter, on the grass in his fenced-in yard -- oh my that was delicious! [While we were lying there a low-flying plane came overhead and I wondered if they could see us? *smile*] Also, I thank Spencer for giving me the gift of being able to share times like that with someone else that I love. As for Spencer, he's really missing Amanda, but I guess they both know that somehow they cannot get over their communication problems and constant bickering. I hope that after this "hump" of hard feelings, they can still come back together as friends. Spencer is actively looking for someone with alternative spiritual leanings and a tolerance for someone working on an addiction...on that note, if anyone is interested in corresponding with Spencer, do contact me and I'll do my best to introduce you!
~Pym

Just For Fun

I was wondering if anyone had their own names for sexual positions they do with partners -- as in something you did spontaneously and gave a name to later?

Here are ours [so far], named after the motel/hotels in which they occurred, with a brief description of position:

1) The Gold Strike: me on bathroom counter, Spencer and I facing each other, my back up to mirror, I should've worn a helmet

2) The Motel 6: me leaning over bathroom counter, Spencer getting me "doggy style", hurt to walk for to 2 days [seriously]

3) The Sam's Town: it's why there are luggage racks in hotel rooms; that's all I'm gonna say...

We hope to make more memories, but feel free to share some of yours! ;O)

--Pym

Is It Tuesday Already?

I had a goal for tonight to write a longer post [I started a draft for First Experiences, Part III] but since Spencer is out with Kip, Cary is unavailable, and I have the whole house to myself with the now-sleeping cat [Baby] I'm going to get my ass off the computer, sip on a glass of port, read, and relax...ahhh...sweet...

--Pym

First Experiences, Part III

In searching for ways to experience our chosen lifestyle and meet like-minded people, Spencer registered us on numerous adult web sites [and I think he has since quite enjoyed perusing profiles--especially the accompanying photos--guys are so visual!]

It really does take a lot of sifting through profiles on those sites to find legitimate people or couples with whom one has philosophies and interests in common; most are players or ads. After a lot of profile "screening," a woman with whom Spencer began corresponding would be our first let's-do-something-intimate-at-home encounter.

Sydney really was a sweet person: a single mom, intelligent, very pretty, and open-minded about sex and sexuality. We were invited to visit her at her work a few times to talk in person, and eventually we did invite her over to watch a movie, and see what might develop.

To begin with, this being our first planned meeting with someone made me anxious, even though I liked Sydney as a person. Also, Sydney unfortunately wore a perfume that was awful; it truly turned my stomach. I have no idea how Spencer could stand it, or even how she could wear it! I didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying anything, but by the time the movie ended I was about to be physically ill, and I should have spoken up then, but I didn't want to spoil the evening.

After chatting a bit when the movie was over, we all agreed that we'd try for Sydney to give Spencer a blow-job while I watched, then see if he could make her orgasm--no penetration--we all knew I wasn't ready for that. I did think I was ready for this "lite" encounter, but I felt so ill from the smell of her perfume, and my insides were churning from the anxiety of this new experience, that I was crying before it was all over.

I encouraged Spencer and Sydney to cut it short, and they knew I wanted her to leave--without being physically satisfied herself. Afterwards, I did feel bad for causing the evening to be halted, and I know both weren't happy with me, but it was all I could do to not vomit over the whole scene, which no doubt would have been mortifying.

When I explained the physical effect her scent had on me, Spencer understood, but needless to say, we heard from Sydney only once or twice after that. It was a dipping of our toes in the waters of non-monogamy and a learning experience, maybe for all three of us:

1) Verbalize limits as soon as you feel them
2) Be understanding if your spouse expresses discomfort
3) Don't wear pukey cologne

--Pym