We aren’t big on number and stats and just glad that someone reads our ramblings!  But to not mention it would be rude to the you people who do read our blog not to mention it so here goes…..

We made our first blog entry on the 13th August and over this weekend past we went through 5000 hits we have no idea of how this holds up statically though. Furthermore in the few weeks we have started seeing daily hits of around 100 views a day. All this has made us happy people not just knowing that other people are enjoying our meanderings but also is nice to know that there is other like-minded people out there who share our views in some way.

For a long time we had felt like the only people who thought the way we did and felt like because of society pressures we had to suppress our thoughts. However now joining twitter and then starting to blog about things not only has it made us realise just how many other people think like we do but also giving those people a platform to discuss and share their views too.

So we just want to thank all the people who read, participate, comment, tell their friends and mainly enjoy what we do. We promise to keep it and have further plans for our blog we hope to find ways of implementing soon.

Kittie and Charlie

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Say thank you to One-stop photoshop studio for his interesting re-touching.

Sexy pose, like the black and white photos…

Gorgeous pinup picture…

Es un espectaculo strepper de los años cuarenta encargado por algun particular ricachon a esta modelo pin-up para satisfacer sus gustos por ella.

esta amenizado con musica romantica de nuestros tiempos que le da como un toque de cuento de hadas al video, a mi me parece algo asi como una cenicienta erotica

Polyamory is something that has been close to my heart for about 12 years now, when I first fell in love with my good female friend in my late 20’s. My husband ended up falling in love with her too. I ‘googled’ ‘menage a trois’ furiously back then trying to figure out wth was going on with me, as I had no notion of polyamory. And it started much study and exploration of the concept in thought and irl. We no longer see our friend, although we keep in touch.  It took about 10 years of emotional and physical coming and going (most going–haha no pun intended!) to find closure with that relationship.  Our marriage is in a mellow phase now, without too much going on, and I’ve gotten pretty used to waiting patiently now, as being poly for us, has for the most part, been our normal life just punctuated by brief exciting encounters. 

That’s pretty much how it’s fallen out over the years: Phases in Poly or Open Experiences. We haven’t lived together with others, we haven’t raised children together, and, no, although I love to joke about it, all 5 of my kids ARE my husbands. I think the commune poly ideal is more the stuff of NF idealism or something that happens in big cities. I know of many swingers (who are somewhat open) and a couple friends who have open marriages, and we all dream about it more than it really plays out in reality. Some claim to have an ‘open’ relationship–those in college who are dating, for example, but it is far different than being in a committed monogamous relationship, where you’ve thrown the key away, and are in it for the long haul, til death do you part………..

I think polyamory CAN get gluttonous if you are more in it for the sex……….It can be addicting. ***euphoric recall*** like anything else you do to excess that feels so good. I’m not just talking about having sex, although that’s usually an inevitable fall-out from liking/loving and becoming closer to someone(s).

I’m rambling because there are so many nuances to it. It is far easier to be poly if you know you are poly from the beginning and can find a poly partner to pursue a poly lifestyle with. It is hard to be poly after you are involved with someone, and when you are the opposite personality type as your partner, because you process and judge information so differently, and communication can be so difficult anyway, made more difficult the more people you add to the mix. It is so hard to communicate with your s.o. sometimes, much less agree on who you each want to see more, or how that is going to look.

And I think in writing this, I’ve turned away somewhat from the ideal of being poly to being more just sexually open and emotionally available to having other ‘friends.’ There is something too intense and recoiling about actually living poly (i’ve had snippits) for us, as we’ve been on this path. Perhaps it is due to our introverted personalities; I just don’t want someone else in my life that often or that deeply on a daily basis. (infj/istp marriage here)

I prefer 3somes. I am so lucky, because my husband and I have a special and wonderful relationship. So I prefer the tightness and closeness I feel with my husband when we are with someone else.  My ideal is to have a guy friend with whom I can trust and be sexual with and can hang out with occasionally, and a girl too.  My husband is straight so he and the guy would be friends.  Not just a guy or girl to see when we wanna have sex, but to actually have some sort of fond relationship with; someone(s) who we can share our happy life with and to grow in new ways. With life distractions it is hard to meet people who can fit in this, but we are always open to it if it crosses our path.

Being poly with couples is harder just because you get so many more relationships and schedules involved. And the relationships might not be as healthy as yours. 4 people means 12 relationships going on!! You can imagine how hard that is to manage.

But the sex is way more phenomenal when you are open. And you don’t even have to be open physically necessarily. Just being able to share with many others (if you are single) and your s.o. (if you have a primary partner) about your attractions and real fantasies goes such a long way in the sex between the two of you. And knowing that you really would/could be physical is extra hot. After we’ve simply been out/been around others we have the hottest (and for me, most orgasmic) sex. It’s always a work in progess. I never feel like we arrive. I feel my learning in being poly is like always just messing up or making poor judgments, getting burned, and trying to not repeat said action. I’d like to arrive in it. But I haven’t yet.

In the morning, my husband and I slept in peaceful slumber until after the sun was well up, ignoring the loud childrens’ play in the house as best we could.  Finally, I rolled toward him and whispered in his ear, “Guess what I did last night.”  He said, “What?”  and his eyes opened further as his interest was piqued.  “Sheila and I were together,” I snuzzled in his ear.  I continued to tell him details as best I could, in a slightly reticent fashion because part of me was still on high alert that he would be mad.  He made a sort-of moaning sound and I saw the covers move slightly.  I had no idea what he was doing at first.  Then the breath escaped his mouth and I knew he had come upon hearing my news.  That fast.  Wow.  He really was turned on by the idea of my friend and me being together.

However, as the erotic moment waned away, and the morning wore on, he became increasingly upset.  He was hurt that I had done something without telling him, without warning him, without asking his permission.  I understood and felt horrible about my misdeed; the memory of it now reduced to a guilt-inciting torment rather than the sweet thought that it was.  He was unapproachable.  Angry.  Cold.  Acted like a victim.   He had always been the jealous type, so this just made him worse.  Not able to handle discontent in those whom I love, I was miserable and offered up apologies galore, but they all fell on deaf ears.  

The hardest part lasted for days.  We were both forlorn and sad, but I was also secretly going through withdrawals from my friend.  I pretty much had to leave off talking to her or my husband would get mad.  I had to sacrifice my friend to save my hurt marriage.  I was starting to yearn to be with her again.  I not only missed her friendship but I missed that extra nuance of something that now existed between us, that heavy attraction–that energy– was the tension I had been feeling, but not understanding.  Conflicted and confused, I felt like a prisoner.  I had just discovered this treasure trove within myself, that I could like a woman as a lover, yet I could not touch it or it would hurt the most important person in my life, and potentially my beautiful family.

One day soon thereafter, I followed him into the shower and appealed to the shower curtain in the sincerest way I could and with as much honesty my guilty conscience would allow that, like it or not, I think that I am now bisexual.  Isn’t that what it’s called when you want to be with men and women?  I was so sorry to do this to him, to us, but I couldn’t change who I was.  What did he want me to do about it?  I could ignore it, repress it.  I didn’t have to act on it.  But in all honesty, I told him while he bathed, I really liked it, and I wanted more.

He heard me but said it just wasn’t what he wanted in his life or in his marriage, end of story.  I didn’t want to rock the boat, so I said as little as possible about my transgression and the underlying change within me.  It wasn’t long before he was okay with sheila and I talking to each other on the phone again, and we were gradually allowed to see each other again.  By this time I was wanting her so badly I couldn’t stand it.  So, on one of those long car drives together it was inevitable that our hands found each other’s thighs, and the seductive looks passed between our eyes.  I went to her house any chance I got while my husband was at work.  I felt horribly guilty, but I couldn’t help what I was doing.  I was moved about by some unseen devil who was pulling my strings.  Normally a faithful and honest person, I did not recognize this new woman who schemed and planned to get a few minutes alone with her new lover.  

Our clandestine relationship only lasted two weeks.  I knew the end was near when sheila and I had a mishap that would have exposed us if not for a little luck and ingenuity.  But the writing was on the wall; the Universe was saying our time was running out.  Upon meeting up, we drove to the river to park and make out.  Mindful of the ever oppressive Time, we frantically got it on in the front seat of my subaru.  making out was a little more familiar now, but we didn’t have much time.  I pulled sheila’s pants down to her ankles and peeled her panties down to reveal her ever-sopping-wet pussy which I dove into.  Since we left the radio running (duh!) the car battery ran down.  After we hurriedly dressed, I tried to start the car, already feeling way too late, and working up the lies to explain what had taken so long (did I think my husband was a dunce?), and the battery was dead!  Oh Shit.  No one was around to help us.  The worst vision overcame me that I would have to call him to come and jump the car and catch us red-handed in our obvious deception.  But as luck would have it, we were near a hill.  So sheila pushed the car while I popped the clutch, and we were rolling out of our little lying rendezvous.

I can’t remember how he finally found out about us.  I think he just got suspicious of my behavior and knew I was hiding something.  I never have lied or cheated since that two week episode.  I am not proud of having deceived him, but I accept that I did the best I could at the time with the overwhelming changes taking place in me.

My husband was very angry and hurt about my deception.  He and I began marriage counseling because his anger and withdrawal were just more than I, or he, could bear.  It worked well, even though the therapist did not support us in our lifestyle choices, but he and I started seriously dialoguing about polyamory around this time.  He liked sheila and had been thinking about becoming a part of this thing going on with us.  I found the thought of them together taboo and erotic at the same time.  Being the generous person that I am, I encouraged him to become involved.  I knew a menage a trois would be insanely intense with two people whom I cared so much for.  

She was open to the idea, being the sexy girl that she was, and admitted, giggling and guilty, that she found my husband attractive.  So we met up at her house.  ha ha.  It is so funny to remember that first 3some!  I don’t remember details but the feeling surrounding it all was this halting, embarrassed, fast, tense experience that we didn’t get a whole lot out of, except the desire to try again.  Sheila started liking my husband more after that.  

One of the most amazing discoveries I made about myself besides learning that I could love a woman as well as a man, was that i could love more than one person at a time.  Having been a helpless romantic from my preteen years when I voraciously read Harlequin romances and every Zane Grey published, I bought in to the notion that there was one perfect person for everyone, and once you found that person, all would be goodness and light in your life.  Forever.  So, realizing I could not only love a woman, but love two people at the same time [or more?!]–made for a very intense time of exponential growth for me.  And we began to try to live polyamory.

What says elegance better than pearls? But pearls, or at least the women who wear them, can certainly be sexy, too. The beauties in The Magic of Women: Girls with Pearls shine like the lustrous pearls around their pretty necks.

Some pearls that up the wattage: 50w, 75w, 100w, 150w, 200w.

Oddly, there are utterly no appropriate groups on Flickr for “girls with pearls”.

Note: All the Magic of Women galleries are linked to in this post.

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Eva Angelina – Lotus

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Let’s see, in my Magic of Women series I’ve done hats, boots, red dresses, black dresses, stockings. Hmmm… Must be time for…

GLOVES!!

And don’t miss the next installment:

The Magic of Women: Dental Implants

Looks like all the really good gloves groups on Flickr are private. But this one might suffice.

Note:All the Magic of Women galleries are linked to in this post.