Quoting Caldubh:

I was working my way through all the blogs, and was pleasantly surprised when I finally saw a couple of real bloggers, instead of another desperate plea for contact.

I must admit, my first blog is a plea too, so I'm not entitled to throw stones. Instead of throwing stones I'll better blog a bit myself.

I've been on the gothic sister of this site for a while, and the threads are long, and often hilarious. Witty people answering, and not-so-witty people trying just as hard. Sometimes the threads tend to get more serious. And why not.

So I wondered? Where are the creative bisexuals? The ones that do blog, that have a story to tell. Or at least a witty, or serious repartee.

Gosh, another plea, so I better tell a story myself.

It wasn't a dark and stormy night. In fact it was a beautiful and sunny morning when my doorbell rang.

It was during my swingers years, just after my divorce, when I was celebrating a belated puberty. One of my beau's came in, and with him came a lovely blonde woman. I used to fantasize about women, but till then never had the pleasure of living my fantasies.

He had taken her with him, because he knew I would like to watch his lovemaking sometime. So there he was, with this yellow rose (or should I say tulip?) from Amsterdam. To make a long story short, they didn't have coffee, but started right away, and I decided just watching was no fun. I joined the fun, we moved to the bedroom, and had a wonderful morning.

That was my first taste of ladylove, and it was not to be my last.

Over the years my taste has changed a bit. No longer I'm content with just the pleasing and very fulfilling touches of a woman. I love to tie her. Make a pretty parcel out of her. Do a bit more than the usual.

Curious? Just ask.

And see, I changed my story in yet another plea for contact.

Take care, and have (safe) fun

I was working my way through all the blogs, and was pleasantly surprised when I finally saw a couple of real bloggers, instead of another desperate plea for contact.

I must admit, my first blog is a plea too, so I'm not entitled to throw stones. Instead of throwing stones I'll better blog a bit myself.

I've been on the gothic sister of this site for a while, and the threads are long, and often hilarious. Witty people answering, and not-so-witty people trying just as hard. Sometimes the threads tend to get more serious. And why not.

So I wondered? Where are the creative bisexuals? The ones that do blog, that have a story to tell. Or at least a witty, or serious repartee.

Gosh, another plea, so I better tell a story myself.

It wasn't a dark and stormy night. In fact it was a beautiful and sunny morning when my doorbell rang.

It was during my swingers years, just after my divorce, when I was celebrating a belated puberty. One of my beau's came in, and with him came a lovely blonde woman. I used to fantasize about women, but till then never had the pleasure of living my fantasies.

He had taken her with him, because he knew I would like to watch his lovemaking sometime. So there he was, with this yellow rose (or should I say tulip?) from Amsterdam. To make a long story short, they didn't have coffee, but started right away, and I decided just watching was no fun. I joined the fun, we moved to the bedroom, and had a wonderful morning.

That was my first taste of ladylove, and it was not to be my last.

Over the years my taste has changed a bit. No longer I'm content with just the pleasing and very fulfilling touches of a woman. I love to tie her. Make a pretty parcel out of her. Do a bit more than the usual.

Curious? Just ask.

And see, I changed my story in yet another plea for contact.

Take care, and have (safe) fun