Sex with Sean and Mel. A blog following our journey into non-conventional forms of sex... Mostly dominant/submissive(S&M) play... all in the name of "FUN"!
Spank me for I've been a naughty girl. I haven't been posting nearly as regularly as I should. To make up for it, tonight I'm going to give you an extra Half-Nekkid Photo* - two days early. We will resume to regular posting by mid-September, I promise. You can hold me on that one.
Sit back and enjoy, my friends!
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Mel has decided to let me field this weekends question, which was from kindabiz. He asked:
would you ever invite me ... ( a fellow blooger who shares yr interests ) over to have a threesome with you all ?
Well... This brings up some issues. Most of which I would class as "safety" issues.
Here are a few:
Throughout my schooling I have been warned that having sex is bad, as is every english person. Well, they weren't gunna stop me. However, out of this continual pounding over the head with the "don't have sex stick" one of the reasons given did find its way into my brain. STDs, or STIs, or whatever it is that they are calling them these days. I hate the thought of having sex with someone once, and then having an STD from them for the rest of my life. I also consider that having an STD would be something that would be hard to broach for a new relationship, as it could put your potential partner off. I also know how much people lie. These things together tell me I have to be really careful about getting STDs.
Safe sex! I hear you cry! Yeah I know, safe sex, the answer to all life's problems. But is it? Being someone who has (admittedly when I was much younger) broken many a condom during sex, and not realised until afterwards, and then had to deal with the consequences (namely taking Mel to the FPC), I hate the damned things. I also don't trust them.
Yes. Many a horror film have warned me the dangers of letting someone into my house (or even my life in general, when I come to think about it...), and I know that these are stupid things, but still there are sick people out there, and sometimes you never can tell. (Sometimes, never... shut up.) So we would have to meet them somewhere public, and far away from our house, have to have neutral territory to go to, and have to double back at least 4 times on the way home to ensure no-one is following us. Okay, so the last ones a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point.
Yes. I know this includes me. I also know I start sections with Yes. Anyway, the old meeting someone from the net thing. Well this is not as much of a problem with you, kindabiz, due to the fact that I have and can read your blog, and get an idea of you as a person. I build up a kind of trust. But if someone found our blog on the net, and emailed us, and they had no representing material of their own, I'm not sure I would do so. I feel I need that friendship before I can step further.
Here's the real clincher. This one has the power of vito. Even if we manage to alleviate all the other problems listed, this one is still where it could fall flat. Trust. As it happens, I trust Mel implicitly and explicitly. I believe that she also trusts me. This is good. However, I do have issues with jealousy. Jealousy is not from a lack of trust, however I feel that a lack of trust will definitely increase jealousy. I also feel that jealousy can help reduce trust. I can be quite jealous. Mel is my slave, she will do what I say, and I wouldn't want it any other way. And I generally have a reasonable amount of self confidence. However, if she were to sleep with another person, I am not sure how that would make me feel. I predict it would make me feel unwanted, or somehow inferior, and that would not be a pleasant way to feel.
However, we are both each other's firsts and onlys (onlies?), so we both are curious as to how it would be to be with someone else. I think that we would both be happy never sleeping with someone else, if that is what the other wanted. However, when we are both curious, this course of action may occur. Personally, I would like to have a threesome. FMF for me, as Mel said before I have already had a go on the male flute, and I didn't much like it. I didn't massively dislike it, but I don't really want to do it again. An MFM, where there is no man on man, could be interesting, especially to see how my slave acts, but would heighten the jealousy.
So, to answer your question, kindabiz, no. Purely, and sexistly, because you are male. However, if there are any hot women out there...
Seriously though, I think me and Mel will dabble in three-or-more-somes some time in the future, and I honestly don't know if we will enjoy it or not. The only problem I see is if one of us does and the other doesn't. But I also don't see this happening for a few years, until we have our own place at least.
Well thanks for reading, and thanks for the question, kindabiz. I hope the answer was not too long-winded for you. And pop back next weekend everyone for an answer to deb's question:
I would be curious to know what the darkest fantasy is that both of you have?
See you soon,
Sean
We were considering the title "How to maintain a sex blog on your parents' computer and not give them the slightest idea that you're doing it..." But it's a little too long. For those who are wondering, what you do is grab a Linux Live CD and come home on a weekend that your parents aren't around for long. Or you could just live out the horror shown by Art's cute sex blogger, left (find all of his cartoons here including the other 8 frames of this one).
Do you remember a while ago we wrote about a couple named Sally and Mark? They're long-term friends of ours, but we don't see them very often. We've written before about Sally's recurrent threats to with-hold sex when Mark doesn't do what she says. She talks about ignoring him when she doesn't want sex. I couldn't imagine doing that without it turning into a game. Anyways... Things have been getting more and more interesting between Mark, Sally, Sean and I. As we're in my hometown for the weekend, we invited Sally and Mark around for an innocent game of cards. The online chat quickly turned to things of a sexual nature...
Now, we are talking about a woman whom I've been friends with since infant school (kindergarten). Do I really want to go there with her? I'm just looking upon it as some harmless fun between friends. Besides, when Sean later mentioned whips when they were round, Sally had a rather worried expression on her face and asked Mark if they should "go home now". I think, on some level, she knows what we're into. They've both had enough hints over the last couple of years. As have most of our friends, in fact. If it came down to it, would I be up for a foursome with Sally and Mark and Sean? Dispite my want for female flesh, I don't think I would be.
Last night, after Sally and Mark had gone home, Sean and I got down to some real business. Having been told that we were going to indulge in "some real loving", I was rather moist even before Sean went down on me. He was slow but relentless, hitting me over and over in just the right spot. It felt wonderful. Should I mention that it's the first time in over three weeks that he'd spent any measurable time down there? You can see why I just melted in his hands. After reaching an orgasm I didn't even think I was going to be allowed to have, Sean slithered up my body and within no time he had penetrated me. A huge smile crossed my face; he wasn't wearing a condom.
(I should say things here along the lines of always practice safe sex)
It's been a long while since we haven't had to use a condom. I'd forgotten just how wet and hot and slippery and extra intimate sex can feel without them. And Sean's senses are heightened and he comes to the edge of orgasm a lot quicker, which isn't a bad thing because I still very much enjoy what I get. Which is often a succession of climax after climax, just like last night.
Yes, condoms are great if you don't know your partner's history. But if you do, and you use other contraception if you don't want to become pregnant, then condom-free play every once in a while is the best thing you can treat your partner to.
Don't forget, dear readers, to get in your questions for this week's weekender, a forum in which we answer your questions. If you don't want to leave a comment, e-mail me at mels.smblog@googlemail.com.
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Art, if you want me to take away your images, I will, just let me know...
Remember that innocent kid's game? Well, some people went and printed the mat on to bedsheets. We just had to give it a try! A couple of days ago we posted the rules for a kind of strip-twister. Sean watched as I fell and had to remove my socks, followed by my jeans when I fell again. Here I am in my last three pieces of clothing*. Who would like to see me remove my next piece?
Want to see more HNT pics?
Well, that was a little disappointing, dear readers. We gave you the opportunity to ask us a couple of questions, and we had one response. Well, if you missed the opportunity, you can always ask us in time for next week.
From Alex:
To both of you. If you were a dog, what kind of dog would you be?
Sean: I'm really not up on dog breeds. I know little about them, as Mel is scared of them, so we don't really go near any. However, my grandparents used to have a dog, called Robbie, after the local Bobby (Bobby on the beat, policeman) who gave them the dog for some reason. Cant remember quite why. Anyway, I loved him to pieces. But he wasn't half a stupid dog. I remember once my dad threw him a stick, he ran, jumped, caught it end on in his mouth, and then landed on the ground other end of the stick first.... Ouch! He had to go to the vets for quite a while, and we were no longer allowed to throw him stuff, coz he would break his stitches.
Anyway, I loved that dog, but I have no idea what breed he was. Other than he was black. I like black dogs. Especially black "normal" dogs. I think I would be a Labrador, a black one (kinda goes without saying black again, but oh well, black blacketty black black black. I like black). A lab has about the right build, but I would have longer, more unkempt fur, and less intelligent eyes. And I would be very loving, and always wanting a stroke. Especially on my belly. No, lower. Lower. Yeah thats the spot....
Erm, yes. A lab. My answer is a lab.
Mel: Uh-hum... yes, well Sean's just wondered off, telling himself that he should stop waffling. As he mentioned, I'm not a big fan of dogs. Especially those of the big teeth and loud bark persuasion. If I could be any animal, the last species on the list would be 'dog'. In fact, I'd rather be a wolf. Is that cheating? Do I have to be a domestic breed? I'd like to be a wolf - a white one - running around the moors, stealing chickens and reeking havoc. I don't get much chance to reek havoc any more, so it'd be a chance to get back to my childhood days of causing trouble.
If we're talking about the breed that I most resemble, though, I guess I'd be one of the small ones. Not a Yorkshire terrier, though, I don't like them. I guess I'd be a general mongrel, loyal to her owner. The image of "Dog" from Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's "Good Omens" comes to mind. Yes, that'd be right. Small and loyal on the outside, but hell-hound on the inside. He he he, that'd be fun.
Image found on flickr
We're doing something new this weekend. Sean and I decided it was time for us to let you take the lead. I sit here each night trying to think of things to write, and in the end we just don't know how well it'll go down. That's why this weekend we're giving you the opportunity to ask us a question. It can be anything you like from, "How did you meet?" through to "How do YOU eat yours?". There are a few exceptions, we won't give out our address for example. But those sort of exceptions are hopefully obvious. If we get enough questions, then we'll post our answers here. If we get lots of questions then we'll pick the ones we feel like answering and then answer the rest during the week (or reserve them for next weekend).
Like I've already said, we never know how well a post will go down, so show some support and ask what ever is on your mind. You can leave it as a comment or e-mail me at mels.smblog@googlemail.com if you want to remain anon.
Ask away, dear readers.
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Image from Pimp That Snack
I don't become alert like usual. I lie in bed just as I was, eyes closed, wishing the morning would go away. It feels like I have only been asleep for twenty minutes. Did I even had a dream? If I did I don't remember it. I know it is morning, the room is bright, I can see the light through my eyelids. I move my hand slightly - I often sleep with my arms tucked up under my chin, which is rather uncomfortable.
That's funny. What's the wall doing there? It shouldn't be there, it should be on the other side of me.
I finally open my eyes. And became completely disoriented. I thought I was lying on my front, but now my eyes are open I can see the wall on my left, showing me that I'm on my back. So why... ?
I turn so I am looking straight up, and see Sean smiling down at me, hair falling in tufts around his face. I rub my eyes, and see him in focus. He's not leaning over me, he's on me. That's why it felt like I was lying on my front. I look down his body, to be greeted with the head of his large cock. Thrusting away between my boobs.
I look back up to Sean's face. He's smiling down at me, enjoying my disorientation, no doubt. I smile back. There's not much else I can do.
I look over to my right. Ahhh, the lamp is on, the windows are black, the clock says 1:10. So it's not the morning. I really have been asleep for an only hour.
I lie back and enjoy the view. My mouth, to my surprise, is watering. I want a taste. Sean takes to using his hands. The view changes slightly and now I see his balls. So tight, so ready to come. I wish I had put him in that state. I wish I had done it. Then, I realise that in a way I have. It's me he's wanking over. He's full of lust because I didn't wear a shirt to bed. I have caused him to do this. The knowledge that I've pleased him makes me very happy indeed.
"You might want to close your eyes," Sean advises me, and I'm in no state to protest so I comply, seconds before his hot come spews over my face, landing on my eyelids and leaving a trail over my cheek, down over my neck. I smile. The joy I get out of knowing I've pleased my man is immense.
Moments later, Sean is cleaning me up and turning off the lamp. We whisper to each other for a while; I ask him how long he'd been like that, he tells me that I was a good girl because I didn't complain. I turn over on to my front and lie up close to him. His hands are in my hair, stroking it, whispering things to me as my body shuts back down for some well-earned rest.
"Sleep now, little one," he whispers to me. In that one moment, I become aware of my purpose. I'm here to serve him, to make him happy in every way I can. I'm full of love for him and I want to show it every way I can. His love for me is obvious to me in that one moment. Plain as the light of day. I feel loved and protected and special and fabulous and happy with who I am. I don't want those feelings to go away.
