Sexting

Blue Lizard sez: Do you have a cell phone? Of course you do! Everybody does! Do you use it for what it was designed for? Making...gulp...phone calls?

Or do you sext? What is sexting, you ask? It's the art and science of sending and receiving sexual text messages, photos and videos on your cell phone. Kind of like on-line sex chat, only it's using your cell phone instead of your computer.

Dreamer and I spend almost all day sexting back and forth. Good thing we got unlimited texting with our plan! In my job, I do a lot of sitting. I don't have much else to do, so I tell her what I would like to do to her and with her. I give her 'suggestions' about what I would like to see her wearing when I get home

And we send pictures. Some we take of ourselves...some we took when we were doing stuff. Sut they are all about us and sex.

Be very careful with pictures though...pay attention to what you have saved. My daughter-in-law recently sent me a FWD MSG text, asking for the seventh picture saved on my phone. The picture in the upper left of this blog is the seventh saved picture. So, no, dear daughter-in-law, you will not be getting any saved pictures, seventh or otherwise. Nor will any other family members!

The pictures I have saved are of Dreamer...in her lingerie, close ups of her tits, even closer ups of her pussy. I have pictures of my cock from the few angles I can manage that I send to her. I have pictures of my cock buried in her cunt.

Do the pictures get shared? Sure they do...between us. But we have also shared them with people we have met on-line and they share with us.

Sexting? Oh Hell Yes! Got some you wanna share? I do...

Vibrators, Dildos and Cock Rings

Blue Lizard sez: I do not have a problem with sex toys. I used to...but that was because they were used as a substitute for me. Ex-wives are exes for a reason!

I have discovered that toys add to the sex fun. Dreamer has an assortment of them...even a strap-on dildo she can use to fuck me in the ass...which is new for us and will be the subject of another blog. She has rabbits,dick looking vibrators, a couple dildos of different sizes, and a plug-in "massager".

My collection includes a plug-in massager (not as big or as strong as Dreamer's), a cock ring dildo for double penetration (double the fun!) and different sizes and shapes of cock rings.

We use all of them. Sometimes more than one at a time. And I do not feel threatened by any of them. Dreamer doesn't use them to replace me...she uses them for me. Sometimes she uses them when I'm not home because she is thinking of me and is so ready for me when I do get home. One of my favorite activities is to watch her cum while she is playing with one of her toys.

Funny thing about cock rings. I never felt I needed one. I was proud of my hard-ons. They were firm and I could stay thay way. As I got older, I changed. I can still get a hard-on to be proud of but can't stay that way as long nor does it seem quite as firm.

Enter the cock ring. I can slide that puppy on and I stay hard for a longer time. In fact, the other day, I really got hard...and red...and purple...and veins sticking out all over. No, it didn't hurt...and no, I didn't leave it on longer than I thought safe.

I do know one thing...when I was in Dreamer's pussy, I could feel her down the entire length of my shaft. That in itself is unusual...most of the time all I feel is the upper end, but damn sure not this time.

Toys, for both of us, are fun. They add to the sexual pleasure we enjoy. They make exploration of each other a treat. I know I will never feel the same way about sex toys again. In fact, when we go to our favorite adult store, we always head to the toy wall...just to see what's new and if there is anything we would like to try!

Fetishes

Blue Lizard sez: I have been thinking about what a fesish is lately. Not sure of the definition, I looked it up on an on line dictionary. Part of the definition says "something, such as a material object or a nonsexual part of the body that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification."

Let's deal with the second part first. I assume that by 'necessary', it means that without 'it', whatever 'it' is, you can't get off. We can throw that part out because there is nothing that I have to have to achieve sexual gratification.

In the first part...'material object or nonsexual part'...I'm going with the literal of material...as in cloth.

I love lingerie. Baby dolls, gowns, bra and panty sets, see-thru, non-see-thru...it doesn't matter to me. I love the idea of figuring out how to get into the top part to feel a nipple get hard. I love the idea of figuring out how to move the bottom part aside so I can slip a finger inside a hot wet pussy, feeling a clit get hard. The idea of lingerie rubbing against my chest is as much of a turn-on to me as any of the rest of it.

And because Dreamer is more that willing to try things that interest me, such wearing any kind of lingerie, I have expanded my list. It now includes bikinis and halter tops. A lot of my cash is going into new bikinis for her. That's not to say I have stopped shopping for lingerie, but now I have more places to look.

The worst excuse I have ever heard for not wearing lingerie is 'he will only rip it off anyway'. What bullshit! If that's what he does, he is an idiot. Another excuse I have heard is 'it doesn't look good on me.' More bullshit! I have never seen any lingerie that looks bad on any body. There is lingerie out there for every body shape and size.

I guess if I have a festish, it has to be lingerie, bikinis, halter tops and cheeky shorts. I love em all! If you have a favorite fetish, let me know. I would love to hear about it.

Fantasies

Blue Lizard sez: We all have em. Fantasies that we think will make our life better if they come true. Most fantasies, at least as far as I'm concerned, are of a sexual nature. Sometimes they come true...sometimes they don't. When they come true, you think up a new one. And when they don't, they remain a fantasy forever.

Being with Dreamer for the last couple of years, all my fantasies, for the most part, have come true. Especially the sexual ones. Anything I want to try, she is all over it. Whether it be lingerie I would like to see her wear, new positions I would like to try, experimenting with toys...you name it, or I name it, she is willing to give it a shot.

Lately, I have had this fantasy about threesomes. It is something I have never done. Mainly because my sexual prowess has not been all that spectacular. Because sex was such an infrequent thing for me, I was less than confident about my performance with another person present. I didn't do well with just one person...how could I manage with two? So, I let it go. But the fantasy was there.

Dreamer has had a threesome, MFM, a couple of times...with the same two guys. She has told me it is not something she is proud of, but she was single at the time and it was one more thing to try. Since then, she has not had another adventure in that direction.

I find myself with a couple of obstacles to a threesome. First...I have no desire to have a threesome with another man present. I'm not sure I could handle watching a man's cock go in and out of her...anywhere. And I have no desire to have anything to do with a man's dick...besides my own. Second...I don't think Dreamer would be comfortable watching another woman doing things with my cock. Nor is she real interested in having any kind of sex with a woman.

My obvious choice for a threesome would be FMF. But I think that will be one of those things that remains a fantasy. I only way around it, I think, would be to find a woman to have a threesome with on-line. We have done that before...which was very interesting. We were looking for just couples when we did that. There was no physical contact with anybody else and we could do whatever we wanted...with a crowd watching.

Fantasies are an amazing thing. Especially when they come true. And when they don't, for whatever reason, they are still a great thing to have!

My story

Dreamer sez:

Friday Night on the Beach
I was working the two to ten on a Friday nigt. It was almost
time to go home and I was doing some last minute cleaning
and stocking in the small convienience store where I worked.
I did some online chatting and had some pretty hot profiles
on several sites most women my age and from my background
wouldn't be caught dead on. I had no hangups about my
body or who saw it. This particular night a tall and slender man walked in and
just sort of hung around. I could tell he was watching me
and I wanted to ask him who the hell he was so bad I could taste
it. I surely didn't recognize him from any of the clubs
I frequented and he seemed to know me. I finally got a minute and he approached me while I was smoking
a cigarette outside. He said, " I'm Joe and I saw you on one of the sites
I'm on." I said, " Really? Which one?"
Though I suspected it was one where I had nudies posted.
He said, " Well, it wasn't Myspace."
He happened to recognize me from a previous visit to the store.
We did some small talk and when it was time for me to do my paperwork
and clock out he asked me if I'd like to go to the beach
after I got off. I said yes. It was obvious he had researched my profile very well. I
love the beach and one of my fantasies was to fuck on the beach.
Finally, I'm ready to go. We get in his truck and start
toward the beach. It's a forty five minute drive, but
the conversation is easy and before I knew it, we were there.
We got out and walked onto the beach. It was beautiful in
the moonlight. It glowed silver and black. It was eerie to
see it deserted and so wild. There were very few people about.
We walked with our arms around eachother for a distance
and just enjoyed the solitude of the night. We walked so
far that before we realized it, the tide was coming in and
we had to hurry so we didn't get trapped out on a sand
bar. We got back to the main entrance of the beach and emptied
our shoes of sand, then leaned against the fence. He lifted
me up on the top rail and kissed me long and deep. For several
minutes we stayed there and just savored the taste of one
another. I could feel his desire for me. His cock was hard
and pressing against me. He stepped away from me to go to the truck. He came back with
a sleeping bag. Then we walked again. This time we headed
for the dunes. This is risky in its self since you're
not supposed to be in the dune area. I'm getting more
excited with each step we take. We found a spot about twenty feet from the main beach and
he spreaded the sleeping bag out. We sat down close to each
other and he put his arms around me. We kissed, slowly and
passionately. He slid his hand underneath my blouse and
cupped my breast in his hand. I could feel my own wanting
surging through me. We laid back and he slowly unbuttonned my blouse, kissing
the valley between my breasts. I could feel his hardness
against my leg and I moved to press against it. After we both removed our shirts, he started working at
my jeans. Somewhere along the way his belt ended up off to
the side of us and I was working to finally see my prize. His cock was long and thick, very thick. I had never seen
nor had a cock so thick before. It was hard as a rock and I could
almost feel it throbbing...or maybe it was my own desire
that was throbbing. Naked, we came together. He didn't enter me, but he
teased me by rubbing his cock along my clit. I was so hot and
wet. I could only imagine how it would feel to have this monster
cock inside of me. He sat up and pulled me into his lap facing him and gently
lowered me onto his cock. I could feel my pussy stretching
farther than it ever had before. We slowly rocked against
each other and I could already feel myself wanting to cum.
He could feel my need to cum, but he stopped and asked me if
I was holding my breath. He told me to breathe and then put
his mouth over mine. As I breathed in, he breathed out and
as I breathed out, he breathed in. The sensation was so exciting,
I almost forgot how badly I wanted to cum. He did this several
times, and soon I was about to explode. There were people walking around and talking just bare
feet from where we were fucking and this knowledge made
it just that much more exciting. He laid me gently on my back and licked me from my clit alll
the way to my chin, then he kissed me as he reentered me. It
was time. The strokes were long and slow at first. Then they got faster
and harder. I could almost feel the shape of him inside me.
My pussy stretching to enfold him, I could feel the climax
building in both of us. .. .. Then we came. Spasms of pleasure
tearing through my body I almost screamed. I couldn't
stop pressing my clit against him, then he laid on top of me, being careful not to put his full weight
on me. We were spent, but the excitement still lingered.
After a little while we got up and walked back to the truck. On the ride home we talked more
and I could still feel the pleasure of our sex.

Sex after 40 or so.

Dreamer sez:
Some folks have problems with their sex drive after a certain age, but I have found that with the right motivation, mine is higher than It was in my 20's and 30's.
First of all, it's in having the right partner. Blue Lizard and I are very open about our sex. We talk and discuss all sorts of different aspects of it. We ask questions and answer questions honestly. We have a nonjudgmental rule. Anything in the past is a reference point and not something to be used against someone.
For example, after I left my first husband, I experimented with sex a lot. I had many partners. This has proven to help me figure out some of my preferences as to cock size and angle. In Blue Lizard I found exactly what I was looking for. He's long enough, thick enough and the curve is just right.
If you have a partner who doesn't quite meet the propotions you prefer, it's not grounds for a break up. This is where being able to communicate your desires to each other comes in. It's ok to spend the afternoon talking about sex. Blue Lizard and I do this often in the nude or almost nude while touching each other or ourselves. We have had these conversations last for hours and have learned so very many things about what makes each other's sex clock tick.
You can do any number of things to make your sex great. It may be in the positioning or maybe a toy would enhance things. We own several different vibrators, dildos and attachments that we love to use.
Dryness is a problem some older women experience. I suggest a personal lubricant which can be applied inside the vagina a couple times a day. I also encourage masturbation. I use a regular vibrating massager during the day while my lover is at work. By the time he gets home I'm wet and ready. I never let masturbation serve as a replacement for the real thing. If nothing else it proves to enhance my desire for it.
There's nothing wrong with men using enhancing methods either. The little blue man pill can do wonders. Also, cock rings are good. I'm not big on sensation lubes, but to each their own.
You just got to find what works for you and don't be afraid or shy. Jump in and try things.

Let's Talk

Blue Lizard Sez: Can we talk? You know, as friends? I gotta know...what the hell happened to...boobs? Are they passe? Have they no place in this moralistic self-righteous society?

I gotta admit...I am a Boob Man. I love looking at them...I love looking at a woman in a low cut whatever...admiring the cleavage. I love playing with them...making the tit hard. I love sucking on them...feeling them get hard in my mouth. I love to cum on them...watching the ooze slide between the Valley of Heaven.

But over the course of close observation, they have disappeared...almost literally. The women on TV...shows...commercials...whatever...don't have any. Women in movies don't have any. And for the most part...they appear wearing low cut dresses, shirts, tank tops, whatever...but there is nothing there.

My case in point that got this observation on my part started is the very lovely 'Penny" on "The Big Bang Theory". Here is a neighbor ANY man would love to have live across the hall from them...your basic ditzy blonde...but she got no BOOBS. She wears some very enticing clothes but has nothing to fill them out. What an opportunity for this show to get some serious viewing.

And its not just this show...it's all of them!

Here's what I think...the moral right has attacked TV and movies and their sponsors so much for 'too much sex and violence' available to the gentle younger set...boobs have been cast aside. Where is the sex part of their argument? There isn't any. The innuendos fly...but that's as close as it gets. I get more sex out of shows from the 60's and 70's and all they do is talk about it...kinda.

C'mon, y'all...give me boobs. Girls in bikinis like 'Miami Vice'...cleavage like 'WKRP in Cincinnati' (remember Loni Anderson?)!

Let me make one thing perfectly clear at this point. There is no such thing has having boobs that are too small. I love looking at them no matter what size they come in. But there is a preponderance of small ones for national consumption...and I know better!

Here's my proposal...and it's two-fold. First...send your cleavage/boob pictures (Yes...I have Dreamer's approval to ask for this!). We'll post them! Let you decide if boobs have left the building. If I had a prize to offer for the best Cleavage/Boob picture, I'd give it up...we new, so we don't. Do it for the sense of pride of what ya got!

Second...I think this country needs a "National Boob Day". And I'm thinking June 1, 2010 is a good day to start. Why then? Because June 1 has already passed for this year...it is the first day after the unofficial start of summer (and who doesn't like looking at bikinis?)...and it is warming up all over this great country.

That's my thought and I'm sticking to it! By the way, Dreamer...what bra have you got on tonight?