Moved to Tumblr

That was easier than I expected.

I've migrated from http://SignificantlyEndowed.blogger.com/ over to http://SignificantlyEndowed.tumblr.com

The migration process copied my posts over, but not any comments, which is unfortunate.

I will leave the Blogger blog in place, but all new content will be on Tumblr.

As always, I welcome on-topic non-spam questions, observations, stories, and really hot smut.  You can reach me on email and IM at SignificantlyEndowed@gmail.com, at least until I migrate those off of Google as well.

Considering leaving Blogger and moving to Tumblr

It's been entirely too long since I posted here at Significantly Endowed.

A great deal has happened in the gap: I've had my heart broken, have been fallen in love with, been to Burning Man twice more, changed jobs three times.

And yes, had more fun sex.

I've heard that Google wants to shut down Blogger and merge it with their new Facebook-clone: Google Plus.  And Google Plus insists on knowing and revealing my "Real Name", which, of course, is not something I'm live with on this blog.

Thus, I think I'm going to stop using Blogger, and move over to Tumblr.

The only important issues are, do I leave this here, or do I delete this blog entirely.  Do I try to migrate the existing content over to Tumblr, or do I start from scratch there.  I really do not want to lose the stories I've already posted, and the comments by others here are precious as well.

And, of course, I will start writing again.

The Australians

She came from halfway `round the world, with red hair, deep eyes, a sweet mercurial smile, and an Australian accent that made my loins ache.

She is the lover of a good friend who I met through work. She had come to the `states with him, to go camping with a bunch of our mutual friends, at the crazy event known as "Burning Man". The camp and the event worked out great. The two of them both bonded more warmly with everyone else, and started friendships that continued as the months passed.

And so, a year later, she flew in again to meet up with him (who had arrived many weeks before) and the rest of us, and again, we all headed out into the Black Rock Desert.

And after a long, exhausting, and rewarding stay, on one of the last nights we were there, the 3 of us left the camp together, walking and laughing and talking together. We walked deeply out into the dark, our discussions getting much more private, much more intimate.

When we got back to our camp, they invited me into their tent. Me and him first, waiting for her, stripping off our dusty clothes. We talked, felt comfortable with each other, and then she crawled in with us, stripping, showing off lovely curves, and delicious pink and pale skin.

And then and there, covered with dust and sweat, we made each other very very happy...

Bites and Bruises

I had my teeth into her.

Into the muscle of her chest, right over her left breast, crushing down hard.

There were already a row of three clear bite circles over her right breast, and two over her left, and I was finishing the series.

One of my hands was twined in her hair, barely grown out long enough to hold, in a fiercely tight grip, and the other hand was holding her down.

She was twisting and gasping in pain, and giggling between gasps, taking pleasure from the sensation. With each giggle, i would chew harder, causing another wave of struggle.

Just a little bit harder, just a bit deeper, and my sharp canines were going to fill my mouth with her blood.

The next afternoon, she showed me. The indentation had already faded away, and the bruises were already healing.

Maybe next time, harder.

A Hot Shower

She is just barely on this side of half my age, but was blessed with the gleam of mischief in her eyes, and the satisfying savor of high intelligence in her words.

We had met twice before. The first time at Burning Man, where she served me (and hundreds of other people) a bowl of soup, just one of the many many tens of thousands of pretty and interesting looking people there. I met her the second time at a costume party, where she was dressed in a role that perfectly fit her build and affect.

From that encounter, we exchanged enough tokens to find each other online, and from there, chatting back and forth, and of course, flirting

So one of my weekends home, one cold rainy night, I invited her for a hot soak and a comfortable chat.

"And what are your intentions?" she asked me.

"To soak in the hot water, chat with you, and then return you safely home," was my answer.

And thus, an hour later, we were standing naked in the rain, lifting the lid on the hot tub. And discovered, to my horror, that it was *cold*! I had chem'ed it earlier, but hadn't put my hand in.

Shivering, we returned to the house, and to warm our cold feet and shivering bodies, shared a hot shower and scrubbed each other's backs.