Heather Barton

The true essence of it.

Now, where did I leave off….   Ah yes… the after dancing play with Sex God (SG) and SG’s Lover.  Now remember we were all a little drunk, although the designated driver was pretty sober, but I was NOT that person.  So my remembrance of events may not be in “chronological” order.

Individually we all hit the bathroom and then got naked.  There was less “skin” exploration as much as “part” exploration.  Lover’s cock was the same length but harder & slightly thinner than Sex God’s.  He was very oral and did his best to impress me there… but honestly after Tongue God all men cannot achieve his heights.  Not that I don’t enjoy it, but clit stimulation isn’t why I’m there! heeheehee.

I think the first penetration was Lover taking Sex God.  I joined in with oral on Sex God but wasn’t sure he was enjoying it or even feeling it as he was completely limp. lol   Not that I don’t enjoy him that size also… but feedback is incredibly necessary when you’re doing oral on someone.   Sex God is very, very vocal in the most amazingly erotic way but he was getting his ass pounded and I wasn’t sure I was contributing to any of those sounds he was making.  And the limpness was intimidating me… although between between the alcohol & his ass stimulation there was no telling who was to blame!

So I kinda pulled back.  Plus as they were getting so into each other my head was getting smushed!  I watched Lover fuck my Sex God I was expecting to get aroused but instead found myself a bit concerned.  Lover had a way of purposefully, “popping” out and re-entering that brought out a noise from Sex God that (to me) sounded more pained than pleasured.  Knowing how much of a natural Submissive my Sex God was, I was worried this technique was going to damage & hurt him… that he was taking it, out of his sub nature and not out of desire.

But I set aside my reservations (to be discussed later haha) and waited until I felt I could join in again.  Though, honestly they had such their own routine & it IS a very small bed for 3 people that my ardor cooled significantly before they got around to including me again.  Yet they did and I do remember getting to ride Lover and getting fucked in my favorite on-my-tummy-legs-closed position by both Sex God and Lover individually.  I remember that Lover came when he had both Sex God and I jerking him off… but no matter what we tried Sex God’s cock wasn’t staying hard very much & wasn’t going to ejaculate at all.

Lover opted to sleep on the outside of the bed as he usually doesn’t get sleep when he crashes at Sex God’s since there are “hands are all over me keeping me awake!” he said with a smirk at SG.  So I slept in the middle and we all crashed till morning.

As usual, I was the first awake.  With bladder & hunger calling I got up, hit the bathroom & went into the kitchen.  I had to do dishes to be able to do any sort of breakfast & was finally making scrambled eggs when I looked over into the living room and saw Sex God riding his Lover.

And a cascade of emotions hit me.  On the one hand, Sex God riding anything is incredibly erotic so I was enjoying the eye candy.  But the lingering comment of “hands all over him” from Lover about Sex God was a stark reminder of how that was once me who got those hands and that no longer happens.  Logic was laughing at my silly feeling, reminding myself that SG has difficulty ejaculating so he’s left both satisfied & horny with Lover and with me he gets satisfied.  That through a night of sleeping there is ALWAYS one body part between us touching, even though it may not be erotic.  But it was a reminder that we’d been together long enough that the intense lust between us had waned.

And there I was in his kitchen, cleaning up, making breakfast like a good hostess struggling with many mixed emotions.   A sense of watching what we once were and are no longer.  A strong sense of proprietary “mine” over Sex God’s cum when he spurted all over his Lover’s chest.  But the strongest feeling.. the core of it all really… was the sense of me NOT being lusted in any way.

I have no trouble with Sex God’s pleasure but I do have an ego that needs lust.  And no matter the pleasure his Lover can and did give me I could distinctly feel he did not find me sexually attractive in any way.  It’s amazing how that can suck the emotional pleasure out of a sexual act no matter how physically pleasurable it is.  He liked me as a person, as I liked him, but he did not and probably would not ever, desire me.  And ironically that translated into my own level of how I found him attractive or not, tipping me into the not-so-much category.

It’s been a few months since this lovely event happened and I, like a good poly woman, have analyzed my feelings and discussed them at length with Sex God with the purpose of making sure our relationship doesn’t suffer with his new relationship.  I think it might help if I was able to spend time with Lover in a non-sexual basis and we could learn to enjoy & value each other OUTSIDE the bedroom.  (Although I think Lover is a Republican…frown… and he’s done raising his kids so less a connection there.)  Sex God must feel the same way as every time he comes back from a fun time in Palm Springs he tells me how much he wished I was there with him.  He seems convinced I would LOVE the dancing and the gathering of extroverts all telling stories and just being themselves with a freedom he feels isn’t here in Los Angeles/Orange County.  Perhaps he is right… and with Coachella and us there for a week it’s highly likely we’ll have that fun night the three of us.

In the meantime… I’ve found a lovely new lover who is.. if not bisexual, very bi-open to the spontaneity of group play.  We are enjoying each other a few more times before I suggest a threesome with Sex God.  And when that happens I’ll bring up again my emotions of our threesome with Lover just to compare any emotions he might have of NOT being the center of the threesome.  Because when I boiled down my feelings, little Narcissist ME got bored not being the center of Lust. lol

Of course the tantalizing idea of a foursome with SG, Lover & my new Bear.. well, that is …

…that is… another blog!

Few men do something so extraordinary on the first play date that they get a nick name from me right off the bat.  But it has happened.

Tasty Man and I have only managed to connect 3 times in 3 years, but I’ll never forget the surprise I got when I tasted his pre-cum and then his ejaculate.   Instant nickname.  Although he’s in danger of losing that designation as I recently enjoyed a young cub who had two distinctions… he had a very hairy ass and it was absolutely the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… and he tasted amazing!  So amazing I spend almost 30 minutes just sucking and milking him.  And was thrilled when he came in my mouth and it tasted just as sweet!   Perhaps Tasty Man can have a new designation….  maybe I’ll call him Hulk since he’s well over 6 feet tall, largely muscled and when he cums he sounds like I imagine the Hulk would sound when HE had an orgasm!  Lucky me also has it on film… muahahaha.

Anyway, while it took me a while to realize Sex God was my Sex God, Tongue God  immediately earned his name.   As a matter of fact I had to start limited the time he got to use his mouth on me or I’d be left too scatterbrained to enjoy him fucking me.  And watching him lose consciousness when Tongue God climaxed was the icing on the cake of our sexcapades!

I’m not even going to go into Ultimate Man as this blog is about a new lover who immediately earned a designation, not him.  Besides you can read about him here.  First blog on Ultimate Man second one is titled Ultimate Man lol

This new young man who has earned the title Anal King is a very fascinating personality.  Being Driven, he has that subtle confidence men achieve when they’ve had success in their chosen career.  He actually pulls off a very masculine swagger despite being 5′ 6″ ish tops.  Of course that machismo could also be due to the Greek Armenian heritage!

In any case he’d chosen a very nice bar to meet me on a Friday night and while I usually leave after one drink, he kept me there plying me with appetizers and drinks and adoration.  Although honestly, it was more my busy schedule that motivated me to go to his place that night than anything else.  I knew it would be weeks and weeks before I had time and no man wants to feel THAT far down in importance.  Plus he had his own place.  Which is a “Plus Plus” these days as I think many Cubs chose a Cougar because they assume she at least has a PLACE to be intimate! Or can afford a hotel room.  Neither of which I usually have!

So we went to his place and got naked and played and it was thoroughly enjoyable.  Then he told me how much he enjoyed anal and wanted to orgasm in my ass.  I inspected his size and agreed he could try it.  Not really expecting I’d be much in the mood (and usually I have to be in the mood for anal).  He was very enjoyable with regular sex but when he slipped into my ass it blew my mind.  His tool just fit there the way Sex God’s tool fits so perfectly in my pussy.  I was honestly amazed.  And then he began to move and it was just glorious.

Now normally I enjoy anal up until I’ve had that mind blowing orgasm that I get from it, then I’m done and you must pull out. lol.   And since I orgasm rather quickly this means anal is a short experience with me.  Again, something of a plus/plus. heehee.   And, for me, good anal doesn’t have a whole love of in and out.  It’s small thrusts so one feeling of pulling out doesn’t overwhelm the feeling of pushing in.

But Anal King had his own style and he just did his thing.  He put me in his favorite position on his bed and actually fucked my ass, just like he would have if in my pussy and he managed it in a way that I loved it!   Just when a girl thinks she’s experienced it all, a new lover takes her to a new plateau.

He happily works near my home so a little lunch “break” is a definite possibility in our future.  Although my bed isn’t as good as his for that perfect position… (when we had our second time together we  went to my place) he used a new, sideways pump action that kept me in a high state of orgasm!

Needless to say Sex God is not happy over Anal King’s designation lol.  And I don’t dare tell The Gentleman I have an Anal King cuz he’s incredibly competitive and will pester me with “how did he get that nickname” questions.  ;D

Last year after Coachella ended Sex God and I stayed an extra day or two at the condo.  Having that time alone together was really a treat for us so this year we were determined to take the entire week off.  And our relationship much needed the together time.  Part of being in a non-monagamous type of relationship is managing the together time so neither partner feels neglected.  We’d been doing a poor job of that by the time Coachella came around.  I kept NOT asking for more time because I knew I’d soon get a week of him and at least 4 days of just him and I.  My attempts at being unselfish almost cost us the relationship.

Mmmmmm

But then we were finally alone in the condo after Coachella.  We soon settled nicely into a routine of I cook breakfast and he cooked dinner.  Since we mostly did meats on the grill with salad for dinners he excelled at his turn.  I’d brought these delicious pineapple brats which he stuffed with sliced pepper and mushrooms and grilled.  The man truly loves experimenting with food.  And he’s good at it! lol (Although I shouldn’t be surprised, he loves experimenting… heeheehee)

I, of course, excel at breakfasts because its my favorite meal.  But even more so at dominating our sex play.  One of the things that makes Sex God my sex god is the way he is just made to be a sex toy.  Responsive both in body and in auditory feedback that brings out the Dom in me.  He grunts, groans, gasps and cusses in the most delicious way when I’m spanking him, taking my latex whip to his back or ass, using a toy or my hands in his little hole or attacking his nipples which are the most sensitive, hard, tantalizing things!

So, despite the fact that my body decided to ring in my 50th birthday with a menstrual cycle we managed to have sex at least twice a day.  Any more and his balls just shrug and say, “Dude, we’re out of inventory.”  Which basically means he can get hard and will but won’t be able to ejaculate and I gotta tell you, I just HAVE to have that whipped cream on a desert part of sex with him.

Sex God prefers to be naked and with THIS eye candy around its amazing I’m not fucking him 24/7

We would wake up & have lovely morning sex which was mostly our usual of me orally pleasing him while he fingered my holes till I squirmed & creamed.  Then we’d do pounding sex in one or two typical positions, either that V one where he holds my legs up in a V or basic missionary with my legs around his arms.  But we always ended in the position he loves to cum in.  So he’ll stop and turn me over using my legs and I just grin because I know NOW comes the greatest pleasure.  With me flat on my stomach and him fucking me from behind he hits my clit from the inside of my vagina just before he hits the G spot.  It’s glorious.   AND I’m in the position I usually masturbate to so I just slip my fingers anywhere near my clit and apply opposite pressure and I’m slamming out orgasms almost in rhythm to his thrusts.  Oh and his thrusts… they aren’t your usual fucking thrusts.  No, they are this combo mix of fast, squirmy twisting, deep then shallow as he works to get his temperamental balls to explode.

His orgasm is one of the reasons he’s my Sex God.  Its just an experience my body wants.  I’ll do without sex if I can’t have his orgasm at the end.  (Well… I will admit sometimes… I’ll just ride him for my pleasure, get off and pat him with a “too bad for you” attitude.. but its rare!)

Ah… but after a day of lounging by the pool with his Coachella Bang (OJ, Coconut Vodka & Sprite.. yum) drinks, then lounging in the condo mostly naked, looking at candidates on dating sites for threesomes, or a movie from Redbox…. I’m hot and horny and usually place him on all fours on the bed to arouse myself with the noises I can get out of his mouth by what I do to his body.  I can happily say I never leave marks, nor break skin with my teeth and hickeys on anything other than the neck never stick around so why bother when biting gets better noises.   And I don’t do TOO  much to his asshole or his cock gives up the game and decides to leave the party…. so its a lovely challenge for me of timing and my orgasms and his orgasms.

One such day we skipped the Dom play and went to see a movie instead.  Mid-week between two Coachella weekends and the town of Indio was flat out EMPTY!  The fact the theater was open and staffed was amazing.  The fact we were the only people watching “G.I. Joe 2” was less ludicrous.   If I didn’t have issues with public sex we could have SO done it in that theater.  That and the fact I love watching Bruce Willis on the screen so didn’t want to miss any of the movie. hahaha

In any case, when we got back I was very, very horny for him.  And I was feeling a little aggressive.  So I kind of shoved him onto the kitchen chair and straddled him for a make out session.  I was enjoying it so much we stripped down (which really was easy since it was tank tops & shorts!) and resumed the position on the chair with the addition of his cock inside me.  And these chairs seem to be perfect for sex!  Low enough and not too wide so I didn’t feel I was splitting open on them and with a high back that I just gripped and rocked my hips back and forth.

I often mistakenly think I need to have an up and down motion when I’m on top when what really works for me is something of a combo of rubbing and rocking my hips.  This grinding gets me quickly to a clitoral orgasm that leaves me craving more and I can do it over and over again to my pleasure.  And for some reason men don’t seem to mind I’m being selfish.  Probably because the up and down is so difficult I give up rather quickly!

I flat out used my Sex God in an aggressive fucking that I don’t usually manage when we have sex.  I’ll Dom in the foreplay but I’m more the recipient when it comes to the sex.   And I really, really loved doing it to him.  Ladies, there is something primal about aggressively fucking your partner that we almost never get to experience.  I’ve had no success with strap-ons so this was wonderful to be able to feel like I’m pounding him while we’re both getting pleasure from it.  If only he had chairs like that at his place.  Sigh.  Well, maybe next time he comes over we can sneak down and take over the living room when the kids go to bed.

Soul Mates? Maybe but more like Kindred Souls on almost everything

By the last day we were both refreshed and reluctant to go back to work (even though I did some of it remotely while on vacation.)  It reminded me that I needed to have more than just 3 hour increments with this man.  I used to spend entire weekends just lounging at his place, going out to see music/dance/dinner or to the beach or just being naked all day watching movies and porn.  Every year we swear to do this more than just once a year… sigh.

Maybe 2013 will be different. lol

Well April rolled around and my Coachella vacation was upon me.  And this time I was determined it was going to be SPECIAL cuz I turned 50!…on the first day of the first weekend and not only was Sex God going with me and spending an entire week in the condo… but Tongue God was going with us.

We did everything right.  All parties carpooling with us came over Thursday night for an early start.  I had arranged for someone to cover me at work and be with the kids on nights when I had all three.  The food for the week was purchased and packed and we left RIGHT on time!

Sex God, Cesar and I … on the road!

And on the way there Tongue God calls to tell me his daughter (who is also on depression meds) is having a melt down on him going for the weekend.  He got an emergency apt with the shrink so we all crossed his fingers he’d still make it.  Sigh… he did not.  Paid for ticket in hand he had to just toss aside.   So I didn’t get my “walk around Coachella with two men on my arms” 50 year birthday celebration that I’d wanted.

What I DID get was my wonderful Sex God for an entire week.  3 days of relaxing music with sooooo many of my Indy Rock bands there wasn’t a moment I wasn’t enjoying seeing a new band play my favorite songs.   Or loving seeing an old band play!

Cesar wins Best of Hair & earns the nickname Princess by the amount of hair products and shower time.

On Day One we saw Modest Mouse, Of Monsters and Men, The Neighborhood and The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.   And the highlight of that day was Blur.  I’d never really seen them nor known a lot of their music.  And I liked them!  The day itself was pretty relaxing.  All of us spending most of the day decompressing from the journey, from work, from life in general.  The way you should when you’re on vacation.

On Day Two we kind of wandered more but we did see Franz Ferdinand and The Postal Service.     We really enjoyed Violent Femmes.  They’ve always been Sex God’s favorite band and they were thoroughly energetic live in concert!  We did a bit of dancing on the grass with them because we kind of lazed about listening to the band before them.   On that day I also discovered the coffee flavored ice cream… yum!

This guy sat on my hand for 10 minutes!

On Day Three we’d almost had it with the weather. lol   Breezy is nice, but strong winds picking up dust from the desert is no fun!   We managed to see Social Distortion & The Lumineers.  But the highlight was my favorites, Vampire Weekend.   Silly losers were over at the Wu Tang Clan stage (where the crowd looked very scary!)  so we were able to get real close & STILL have plenty of room to dance.  Oh they didn’t disappoint one stitch!  Rostram lost weight and looked great.  Ezra was sporting the sexiest Cub hairstyle!!   I just wanted to fuck him right there on the stage!  I’d have thrown a bra… if I’d been wearing one.  And Chris Baio STILL does the BEST bass guitar geek dance I’ve every seen on stage!  I sang myself horse & danced to keep warm cuz that wind was getting colder as the sun slowly set!

We ended the night huddled in the largest Beer Garden overlooking the Main Stage to watch Red Hot Chili Peppers.  I’m a so-so fan of RHCP but Sex God loved them so we were staying for him.  By now the weather was a full on icy cold dust storm!  The band started up a tune everyone knew and it was all I could do NOT to laugh.   Everyone around us began singing the well known song and singing so loud that no one could hear the performance of the band!  As soon as all the memorized lyrics were sung THEN I could hear the band sing the rest of the song… until the chorus!  We lasted three songs and called Coachella over.

At which point we began the hilarious trek through car camping to the parking lot.  INTO the wind that was picking up speed and more dirt from the desert.  Covering our faces as much as possible we were laughing and joking as we saw the wreckage that was the camping site.  Tents and canopies down EVERYWHERE or rippling in shreds.  As a matter of fact we had to dodge the poles of one canopy that gave up the fight and tumbled with the wind toward us!  I wanted to take a pix of the pup tent we saw plastered sideways on the chain link fence, held there by sheer wind force, but at that point we were desperate to get to the car!   Tanks and short and flip flops do not much protection make!

Cesar had a friend driving from LA to pick him up & take him home so  within 30 minutes of making it to the car we bid him adieu.  We had energy for a quick shower once in the condo before we collapsed.  That Monday we would begin our REAL relaxing vacation.

But that’s another blog ;D

I worked through Memorial Day Weekend.

Yup.   I had a conference to sell at.  But it was in the OC which is also where Sex God lives so instead of a long hour drive home every day I was able to drive 10 minutes and pop over to his house for dinner and sex.

Friday night the conference hours were 5-7 so I want for a drink after set up and happily chatted with fellow exhibitors I’d not seen in a year or two and flirted with the bartender.  I even left him my blog site, that was how drunk confident I was feeling.   When I was finally at Sex God’s we made up for a week of no contact with some chatting and catching up and then we had hard passionate sex.

My arm is in the process of Frozen Shoulder (Freezing, Frozen then Thawing are the 3 stages… I think I’m in between Freezing and Frozen) so it tends to ache a lot at night.  Which means I slept pretty fitfully.  But snagged some morning sex from my bed partner after which I ate almost all the donuts he had in the house for breakfast.  Then off to the conference I went.

Sales were pretty dismal… but we kind of expected that.  We did, by the last day, make our expenses so passing out the catalogs might get future sales.  The fun part for me was seeing exhibitors I’d not seen in a while and catching them up on my life.   I can’t help it if I find ME exciting and interesting and when others do also, well, its a thrill.  I truly am, at my core, an entertainer and love entertaining others.  Its even more fun meeting NEW friends who haven’t heard any of my schtick  stories and watch them find me amazing.

Saturday night was MY night to rock my Sex God. I so completely dominated him and had him moaning and cursing, wiggling and twitching that when I finished he could fuck me but couldn’t cum, poor man. He’d spent his energy under my masterful hands. Heeheehee  He got me back though with a surprise double orgasm on his part Sunday night. He’s never cum, collapsed (per usual), chatted a bit, got hard & fucked me until he came again!  It was wonderful! Lol.

Of course he was next to useless the next day cuz of that. But that didn’t stop us from managing to quench Heathers level of insatiable sexual appetite for him. He is, very literally, eye candy for me and I get lustful when he’s bopping about the room in nothing but board shorts.  After an attempt to get his cock to cooperate we tried some anal fun and I just couldn’t get enough. I begged him to finger fuck my ass while I masturbated and had orgasm after orgasm that way.

I told him, “Wow… I kinda wish there were a  line of guys to anal fuck me right now.” cuz my poor 50 year old, almost arthritic hand was cramping.   He looked at me, grinned and said, “That’s my fantasy too!”  Muahahaha…. evil, orgy/gang bang, Coachella 2014 plans popping into my head.

When I finally left for home ahead of the expected Memorial Day traffic and I was just blissful and relaxed.  Not only did I have fun being me, I got to lust and ravage my Sex God and also got to whisper sweet words of love to him also.    Yes, its important to tell your love when you love them.  But its just as important to show them how much you lust them also.   If you can manage both successfully and do it often.  Happiness abounds.