Away Mission

As luck would have it, I drew the short straw and am currently on a mission to dispose of property we left behind in Washington so many months ago. I find myself many, many miles from home, as well as my favorite cock in the universe. It's been weeks! And, although I've been very busy most of that time, all of a sudden I am so horny I do not know what to do with myself!

As I mindlessly pack boxes and clean things in preparation for the eventual sale my mind wanders to fantasies that have been hibernating for quite a long while. At one point today I actually found myself thinking such naughty thoughts. Surely in all of Puget Sound I could manage to find a couple of strapping young men with nice hard cocks to help me with my cock withdrawals. I got to thinking how easy it would be to go find those cocks and spend the whole night fucking, sucking and DPing like the insatiable slut that I am.

But that's not how we do things.. for many reasons. It was just a fantasy after all.. as fun as it might be to think about acting it out. And that got me thinking about fantasies in general. Will a day ever come when I've actually had all my fantasies fulfilled? I can't imagine how that would be. What then becomes fodder for future fantasies? It seems to me these fantasies have been around forever.. and to eliminate them from that category and simply call them past experiences?? It's more than I can grasp. Are there any readers who have come to that point? What happens next? Is there fuel for new fantasies just waiting around the corner?

In the meantime I've got my trusty vibrator to keep me company.. but my oh my would I really love to have one of these... mmmmmmm...

So.. here I am.. all lonely with no hot throbbing cocks to give me release and nothing but tired old fantasies to fuel the fires. Tell me, if you should find me out there roaming around in Puget Sound on that quest for cock, what would you do with me?

Moving past the past...

What an interesting 2 months it's been. I discovered under the recent unusual evolution of my life and the stress that came from it that I had some issues from long ago hiding in the cobwebs of my brain that I needed to work through. They were buried very deep but still affecting me, my behavior and responses, and worst of all, the way in which I process new relationships, especially with women.

Learning about these deeply buried hindrances allowed me to analyze what impact they were still having on me and address those limitations in myself. Having done that I feel tremendously better, not only about myself, but also about my feelings and how my actions affect those closest to me. Of course this is only touching lightly on the surface of the issue.. I'm not going to get too deep into it here.. but suffice it to say I feel as if great stone walls have been crumbled under this new awareness.

Enter my relationship with Penelope. We were having some trouble in figuring each other out. We've discussed my issues and I couldn't be happier to report that we are now climbing over those heaps of rubble from those crumbled walls and forming an amazing friendship. Life is good.

Resolution for the New Year

Well here we are.. a new year has begun! I don't usually make New Year's Resolutions, but this time I thought of one that I really want to work hard at. I resolve to take O's cock all the way down my throat and hold it there while he sprays his cum down my throat. Fun for all!

The only problem with that plan is I will be deprived of the taste. But it will be fun to mix it up.. there will be many opportunities to savor the deliciousness.

Happy New Year all!

Happy Holidays!

Well, it looks like we have done it again. It has been over a month since we last posted. We have been bad bloggers. Hopefully Santa will forgive us.

We have legitimate excuses though...we've been busy having lots of fun with O&P and thoroughly enjoying our new and snowy home! (Hmm...I wonder if Santa will accept that first one...;) )

Now that we've gotten settled in we'll be able to be good and write a little more often.

Happy Holidays everyone!

A new chapter

Has it really been more than a month since we last posted?

My first reaction on realizing this is how could that be? It doesn't feel like it has been anywhere near that long.

But I guess we have been kind of, um, busy... :)

If I think about it for a moment, I realize that I can't easily define in my mind how long ago that last post was written. On one hand it feels like it was just yesterday, while on the other it feels incredibly distant, as if it were a lifetime ago.

At the time of that last post, our adventures with Odysseus and Penelope had consisted of online interaction and two amazing weeks of vacation together. When early on in those adventures we found ourselves having quite a bit of fun and becoming closer very quickly, all of us began to wonder (and discuss at length late in to the night) what it might be like if we lived nearby...as in walking distance nearby...

Without getting too specific, it just so happened that Athena and I were at a moment in our lives when we were closing one chapter and moving on to the next. And, as luck and fate (for lack of a better word) would have it, we were also in a situation where we were completely flexible as to where this next chapter could begin. And when, after those two amazing weeks of vacation had shown us all that being together in person brought us benefits and connections in areas far beyond the purely physical, we began to pursue the possibility of moving closer in earnest.

Neither Athena or I are the fatalistic type...if anyone is a firm believer in free will and self determination, it is us. That being said though, we have definitely noticed something unusual and amazing about our relationship with O&P, everything either happens or is enabled very easily with them, and this time was no different. So as usual, once we began looking at the specifics of moving, all the pieces of first planning and then actually executing the move (some of them quite complex) proceeded to fall into place with no effort at all.

And so, after seemingly little work on our part, and some amazing help and encouragement from O&P, we are here.

In what has really been a fairly short period of time since that last post and our arrival here, we have all experienced things and grown together in ways we couldn't have imagined beforehand. For the four of us, this is about more than physical exploration and awesome sex late into the night...at the core this is also about exploring each other on many other levels and forging connections intellectually and emotionally. For us, that part is a major component of what makes our physical connections so natural and amazing.

Being so close to each other has enhanced and accelerated this process of exploration and discovery by a dizzying amount at times, but because we more or less had the process down before we arrived, we all expected that is what would happen once we were here. What we didn't expect though, was how difficult it can sometimes be to find ways of simply integrating all of that exploration and discovery into the routine of everyday life. Instant and easy access to one another has definitely presented us with new questions about space, balance, planning, being spontaneous, spending the night, maintaining discretion, and more.

What makes our relationship so amazing is the way in which we relate with each other and work through questions, ideas and concerns that come up. Among the four of us we have established a level of honesty, trust, understanding and respect that allows us to comfortably and enjoyably discuss and experience anything that is on our minds. No worries, no stress, no boundaries. Everything we do is completely natural and nothing is off limits.

All of this is exhilarating, hot, sexy, fun, enlightening, intense, and completely amazing.

I couldn't possibly imagine anywhere I would rather be.

The Fire (by Athena)

I've been holding off posting this as Poseidon has not yet had a chance to write his version of things in the proper sequence. However, in order to avoid getting any further behind, I'm posting this now anyway. He can get caught up when things.. um.. settle down.

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Food. Poseidon was hungry. We had some pasta left over from a prior meal and I put it on the stove to reheat. It had been left in the pot from cooking and had quite a bit of water covering the noodles and of course the oil that had been put in from that as well. I was wearing the skirt O mentioned, which was apparently having the desired result, and he invited me for some private time in the bedroom. I made sure Poseidon knew the noodles were heating on the stove, checked with him to make sure he was ok with us stealing away, and we vanished behind the door. From that moment forward I paid no attention to the noises, or lack thereof, coming from the other side of that door.

I think O threw me to the bed. He rather caught me by surprise.. but only so much. I was intoxicated with his passion. When he reached for my panties I was indeed surprised. I may have had some reservations as I hadn't showered that morning.. and I certainly didn't want to be smelling odd the first time O would go down on me. There was also the newness in that this was the first time O and I had been alone together sexually. I suppose I may have had a combination of factors on my mind, but I was ultimately thrilled to be on the receiving end. He seemed to know just where to find my g spot.. and my clit hadn't been brought to life that quickly in memory. His technique was flawless and he made me cum at least twice, probably thrice. We discussed how my orgasms are different from Penelope's and how he hadn't been able to tell for sure. But I assured him he was perfect.

Then it was my turn.. and I did indeed get to suck him again. I love sucking O's cock.. and the chance to practice my deep throating techniques with him is always welcome. I sloppily stroked and sucked him, eagerly exploring the responses I would get with various techniques, until he shot his load on my tongue. As we lay together on the bed in the moments after I remember hearing the beeping. I don't think it had been going prior to that point as all the smoke alarms in the house were tied together.. and the one in the bedroom was certainly loud enough to get your attention.. no matter what you were up to. After commenting that I didn't like that noise I got up, checked the temperature of the door (cool) and opened it. Upon exiting to the hallway I saw that the house was indeed full of smoke. A few steps further and the pillar of flames caught by my peripheral vision had me running to the stove. It's a good thing I didn't panic.. I actually did what you're supposed to do.. I suffocated the flames by placing another pan that happened to be right there over the top of the pot. It worked! O grabbed the pot and took it outside.. which at first I thought was a little odd but then I realized it was still spewing forth tons of smoke.. and yes.. I saw him remove the pan to peek down in there and the sudden rush of oxygen reignited the fire. We sheepishly ran around opening every door and window and wondering where everyone else was. Apparently.. Poseidon had gotten.. um.. distracted.. and that meal would never be.

What I found most amazing about the whole thing was that it took that long for all the water to boil out and the oil to get hot enough to ignite. No permanent damage done and a good story to tell. I don't think I'll ever look at a fire quite the same way. ;)

The discovered variations in our orgasms became fodder for conversation later in the day. I was curious to explore this with the two men who knew them and could make the comparisons. I suppose it's the scientist in me taking control but I found it fascinating to discover that our orgasms could have such different qualities. Penelope sort of quivers when she cums. I do not. My orgasms are more of a wave like clamping, with the intensity of the clamping changing.

After dinner and drinks we again retreated to the loft. It seemed a good time to try out the mind altering herb we'd been saving. I think we were all transported to a different plane, but O is right.. the two of us were having so much fun talking and laughing that sex was the last thing on our minds. I remember having the conversation.. "shouldn't we be doing something?" with a hearty giggle.. but we both agreed we were having too much fun as it was.. and enjoying immensely the connection we had formed. At one point I remember going down to the kitchen for some juice.. and as long as I was down there I made a side trip to pee. While I was there in the aloneness of my mind I came to a realization about something that had been nagging at me, albeit in a somewhat subliminal way. I was relieved with this awareness and excited to share it with O. I felt comfortable enough with him by this point to share with him my deepest thoughts, fears and concerns. And, in his usual understanding fashion, he absorbed, accepted, and pulled me into him and we became one.

It had gotten quite late and the noises coming from P & P had subsided. They were sound asleep, appearing quite comfortable where they were. It looked inviting. But the question of what to do about sleeping was a tough one. O was definitely not comfortable where we were. I didn't want to miss out on cuddling with him if he went downstairs to the bedroom by himself. So.. in our half sober state we argued the points as if on the high school debate team and came to the conclusion that it would be innocent enough to simply go sleep in the big bed.. and everybody would be comfortable. Again.. this activity was something we'd all done before, and everybody had been comfortable enough with it the previous time.. so why be concerned this time.

But upon arrival in the bedroom another dilemma appeared.. which side? I'm easy and don't really have a preference and so I wanted O to make that determination as to which side he would sleep on. I recall a debate about whether Penelope might be taken aback if she were to find me sleeping on "her" side.. in "her" spot.. and so it was decided that O would sleep in that spot.. just so nobody would think they were being replaced. We turned out the light and snuggled up. When we heard the door open I was half asleep.. half stoned.. half terrified. The light flicked on.. stunning me like a deer in the headlights.. and I shot out of there and said goodnight. I suppose some part of me realized Penelope truly belonged in that place.. in their sanctuary.. and a wave of guilt hit me unexpectedly. Another part of me felt sad that it had to end. In the loving comfort of Poseidon's familiar arms we snuggled together until the sunlight shining through the windows awoke us in the morning.

The Beach House (by Athena)

That first day of O&P's arrival seems so long ago now. The details blur. None of us got much sleep that first night.. we were all just taking each other in.. absorbing our physical energy.. finally. I remember waking that first morning to rain. It rained all day. Some say that it doesn't really rain all the time in Seattle.. that it's just a myth conjured to keep everybody away.. to keep it from becoming too overpopulated (as if that didn't happen a long time ago). But this day was one of those days.. the middle of August.. and not a spot of blue to be seen.. and no mountains rising up in the distance.. as we had promised. Oh well.. whatcha gonna do.

So.. we spent the day inside. No chance to go for a run.. no chance to check out the neighborhood.. no chance to take in the gorgeous scenery. But there are benefits to spending the day inside too. After a breakfast of cranberry scones O retreated to go rest in his own room. We were all pretty tired.. and he was dealing with jet lag too. It seemed like a necessity that would have been inevitable.. but that wouldn't keep me from feeling a little disappointed that he was gone, if even for just a little while.

I busied myself with cleaning up.. the 3 of us chatted about various things that I cannot recall. I swear I felt him calling out to me.. but I refrained from going to him uninvited for fear of stepping over boundaries.. privacy.. space. These would all be issues we would work through in the days to come. I was absolutely giddy when his text message came in. "Lonely over here..." A quick check with Penelope and Poseidon and I was on my way. I rubbed his back.. he rubbed mine. We kissed.. we melted into each other as we faded into sleep.

At some point the decision had to be made to move to the beach house. This could have been done at any time, I suppose, but we were holding out hope that the rain might actually ease off a little. But it certainly seemed to have no intent to stop. So we loaded the cars in the rain.. locked up and headed out. Sure enough.. as if according to plan.. the rain subsided just as we hit the highway. As we arrived at the beach house the three of them took in this magical place for the first time and I think I remember O doing a little dance.. this place was that amazing.. and it was all ours for 2 whole weeks.

We unpacked the cars, got settled in, had dinner, and moved upstairs to the loft. This was where the magic would happen.. well.. most of it anyway. More backrubs.. more making out.. Penelope and Poseidon were engrossed with each other over on the other futon.. and Odysseus and I finally had the chance to move into uncharted territory. It wasn't long before our kisses blended into full body explorations. With exuberance I sucked and stroked him with the sloppiest of porn star techniques.. I pushed his straining cock into the depth of my throat and he came exquisitely.. and I swallowed every last drop.. savoring the taste of this amazing man. Despite all the opportunities that lay ahead I could never have enough of that.. enough of him.