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We’ve had a few big nights since the last post, that best night ever. Two were great, one had some special moments.

I’ve started trying to pull back on the quantity of THC I’m taking. I’m not sure I mentioned this before, but since she’s a lot smaller than me (about 60% of my weight) and she takes more than I do, apart from getting higher and being more immobilized, she stays high longer. I can be coming down while she’s still all fired up. So I’ve started splitting my dose into two, doing a tiny bit more than half of a regular dose each time, to spread out the peak. It might be working but the onset of these tinctures is so erratic in the first place it’s not a very clean experiment. Anyway, she’s doing about 40mg THC now, and I’m doing about 30, except that when I split it into two I do about 35. For both of us, this is more than we used to do. But our bodies aren’t getting more tolerant; we get higher. It’s not like we need more to get to the same level. But maybe with practice we can handle being higher better.

What we’re using lately is Revel brand and gLeaf Extracts brand tinctures, with 30 and 40 mg/ml respectively. The gLeaf Extracts one is interesting in that it’s unflavored, as far as I can tell. It just tastes like weed. Which is not a good flavor, but you’re not taking very much of it, and I can’t say I’ve found a flavored one that isn’t disgusting. Putting syrupy fruit flavors on top of weed flavor does not make it better. Strawberries and weed? Sorry, that’s half-assed. Nobody thinks that’s going to work, not even the people who made it.

So, to the main subject of today’s post, before I describe a fun thing we’ve done lately. I’ve been on this website lushstories.com for a few months, wondering if it’s a way to generate some interest in this blog. It’s not, or at least, I would have to work on Lush just as hard as I work on this for it to do anything for me, and I wouldn’t be able to keep that up. So I thought, well, maybe I can revise pieces I write here to make them work there. But it didn’t get a ton of interest, and it had a lot of quotes within quotes, and an editor had warned me that made it hard to read, and I got a comment that it was hard to follow. I guess I was kind of hoping that it didn’t matter very much, you know, it doesn’t matter who’s talking as long as the highly turned-on state of things is clear. But maybe it wasn’t.

Anyway, I’ve been chatting with April601 over there. She’s somewhere around our age and has posted a lot of stories about her sex adventures, including many going way back, to her very first as a teenager. In the early ones, she was being pushed around a lot, and she came to think that was normal, that her role was to please the man however he wanted to be pleased. As you read the stories you understand how that came about; she had very low self-esteem as a teen, and as far as I can tell her parents mainly ignored her. She grew up in a supposedly very Christian household, and had never even been told how babies are made by the time she lost her virginity. And then she found out that her mom was fooling around constantly, as were a lot of other adults in her church community. Wow, surprise, hypocrisy among religious people, yes, but she grew up in it and thought those teachings were normal and adhered to. Until she caught her mom fucking a visiting young church guest they housed for a week, and got fucked by both dads and moms in the community, for whom she was babysitting.

For the record, even while she was basically being abused, she came a lot and seemed to love it–she didn’t see it as abuse at the time, probably more as a welcome form of attention, which she was otherwise starved of. From the stories it seems she had a strong tendency to think what she was doing was wrong, or stupid, but then get so turned on (in large part because it was wrong) that she couldn’t stop herself from going along with it. So she got some skills and as she got older and wiser came to understand how to make sex a two-way street. She fucked the same house guest, she fucked her nephew, she fucked her boyfriend’s dad, she fucked her fiance’s brother, she had boyfriends and fucked their friends, she got drunk at a frat party and got fucked by, she thinks, at least 8 guys in one night. She was too drunk and drugged to remember (she has sworn off drugs since then and if I recall, doesn’t like to get drunk before fucking someone either). She’s married and lasted only about six months before she fooled around on her husband, and if I have the timeline right, she’s been married to the same guy for 20 years or more and has never not fooled around. I mean, she more or less fucks anyone who makes himself or herself available and won’t take no for an answer.

Like my wife, she comes a lot. And often pretty easily, i.e. it doesn’t require clitoral stimulation, or pussy, it can be from other things. Dirty behavior turns her on, and then kind of anything can happen. She doesn’t come 80 or 100 times in a night like my wife, but she’s human, you know.

Anyway, this is all awesome and I love that she knows who she is and that she’s been so good at leading the life she wants. She dug herself out of a tough life and built a life that’s really good for her. But here’s the thing. I’ve been trying to tell you that you can have dirty, raunchy, hardcore fantasy sex with your spouse and that a big part of it is the genuine commitment. I mean, look, I don’t have a lot of data points but any evidence to counter the widespread, persistent meme that hot sex dies in a long-term relationship is pretty revealing, right? I don’t think you hear a lot of people, other than sex therapists, saying what I’m saying. I’m saying find someone you like to have sex with and commit to them, and then you can have good conversations and learn to trust each other, and then you can try lots of different things while you’re naked together. It’s totally wholesome, basically.

April601 has taught me that you can also have a happy life full of dirty, raunchy, hardcore fantasy sex with everyone but your spouse. I mean, she doesn’t talk about her husband a lot, but when she does, it’s about what she’s not doing with him but is doing with other people. In fact at one point she says “sex with new partners was always the best.” That’s from a story when she was nineteen, but I think she might say the same thing today. So I guess the moral of my story is that you can have dirty, raunchy, hardcore fantasy sex in lots of different ways. I mean, I don’t want to act like my way is superior; I don’t think it is. I just think most people think my way can’t happen, so I just want you all to know that it can.

So I’m impressed with her and I think it’s great she’s happy, but it still makes me a little sad that her husband is the only guy who doesn’t seem to enjoy her at her best (although maybe she just doesn’t like to talk about it). And that she does all this fucking without being fully honest with him (they don’t talk about the extramarital fucking and she does her best to keep it hidden from him). He did have an affair with her younger sister. Learning about it stung April601 a little. And he gets to fuck her friends sometimes, with her permission or at least acquiescence, so there’s no hypocrisy involved. For all I know, he feels like he has it made. But why can’t she have great sex with him, too?

I haven’t tried to relate any hot stories for a while so maybe next time. For now, I’ll just tell you that a) I gave her some great analingus a couple nights ago. This is something we’ve done maybe twice very seriously, while other attempts turned us off. That is, it has succeeded about twice. The first time I wrote about in an earlier post. This time was more just the pointy end of my tongue flicking around and slightly entering her anus. If I remember, she had a vibe going on her clit, maybe the Satisfyer 2 clit-sucking machine. We kept it up for a while, probably 10 or so orgasms worth. Now, one reason I don’t do it a lot is that she’s so susceptible to UTIs that I always thoroughly wash out my mouth immediately afterwards, so I don’t take microbes from the back and get them inside her pussy. I can’t do that without interrupting our flow, and that can be frustrating. But this one was worth it. b) We had another surprise night with no kids in the house. She had worn a low-cut tanktop and tight leggings, both nice, not cheap, out to dinner so she looked super hot. When she came home she removed the top, put on a peekaboo bra from Fleur Du Mal, and a leather jacket over it. ALRIGHT! I nearly lost it.