Let me tell you about Vicious Switch

I love her, deeply and fiercely.

Plus, she is darkly twisted pervert, and when we share stories and fantasies, and when we play hard, it uncoils something deliciously dark and violent inside me.

Physically, she is both curvy and solid, with wide shoulders and a powerful back, and a delicious flair to her hips and ass. She's started wearing her hair shorter a lot shorter, but still long enough to get a good grip.

We've never yet managed to go out on our second date, I had invited her out to coffee. Instead we did our first date twice, with a year gap between. And the second time, that evening, she ended up in my bed.

The look on her face, when she mounted me, was something beautiful.

And some time later, when she started to purr in post-orgasmic bliss, was something special.

Let me tell you about WriterGrrrl

Lovely and petite. Dark wavy hair, falling to her shoulders and down to the pale skin of her breasts. Just a dusting of shoulder freckles. Deep deep dark dark liquid eyes, that open so wide in orgasm.

Her sexuality came upon her rather late. When she was younger, she had a lot of interest, but a low drive, and trouble allowing a lover inside her. But it is claimed that some women tend to peak later, and she did. She has bloomed sexually, and now is all but insatiable in bed. Just touching her leg makes her sigh and quiver. One long weekend, a couple of years ago, we spent almost two days mostly in bed, and used over a dozen condoms. It was amazing.

And she writes. Compulsively. And well. Her characters have life, and personality, and authentic voices. At present, she publishes to enthusiastic fans in her writing blog, and on story sites. I read what she writes, the years I have known her, and see her skill and mastery increase. I'm quite certain that she's going to be a famous published author.

And she writes old skool, with pen and paper.

In the nude.

Farewell Threesome

My friend Chocolate Whore is moving away in a couple of days, to live in Europe for six months. So Ms Danger and I gave her a nice sendoff, an all-night threesome.

I arrived at MD's home just a few minutes after they got there, and walked in to find them necking in the entry. Several mutual yoga-istic gyrations later, the three of us were standing, intertwined, nude in the hallway, necking and stroking.

MD did pause for a moment, to stand before me, barefoot and topless, wearing only a pair of blue jeans. I don't know why that's a favorite image of mine, a pretty girl wearing just a pair of jeans and a smile, but it is.

Anyway, we retired to MD's bed, and thoroughly worked each other over. Kissing MD and tasting CW on her face... The two of them licking my cock together... Sliding into CW from behind while MD kissed her...

This lasted several hours, until we were all tired and getting chilled (MD's bedroom has big windows, which is a problem this cold winter), so we all snuggled up together under the covers and fell asleep, crowded and warm.

This morning, we slowly woke up together, waking each other, and worked CW over some more. Touching gentle and then more insistently. We ended with her sitting on top of me, bouncing, and quaking in orgasm, while her juices dripped out of her, down my balls, and down my ass.

After we rolled apart, CW had to run to the bathroom, and when she came back, she found MD and I in a side by side embrace, joined together. She settled down behind her, and while we were all humping, bite down hard on her shoulder. MD whimpered, and her cunt flooded wet around my cock, and we fucked harder while she came.

When MD's alarm finally went off at 8, we rolled apart, showered, and dressed, and hugged and kissed each other goodbye. I had to go to work, MD had to go to work, and CW had to go do more stuff for her leaving.

It was a gentle and bittersweet kiss.

I hope I see her again.

Returning home

I was out of town for a week, on a business trip.

Seven days without fucking someone. On the flight home, I could feel the ache inside; deep, low and forward.

Most people would not feel much sympathy for me, and I can understand that.

When I walked into my house, Ms Danger was there, a pleasant surprise, and she was wearing a cute slutty hippyish sundress. We necked in the entry, then necked in the kitchen. She went to her knees while opening my pants, and blew me there in the kitchen.

And then we went to the bathroom, and I mounted her while she crouched over the toilet. And I bit her, just enough to mark her for the evening, so everyone could see. And then mounted her again, by just bodily picking her up and bouncing her on my cock.

Later that evening, while other guests were arriving, we snuck up to my room, and we fucked again, cock dancing inside her while our tongues danced in each other's mouths.

Later that evening, as the party got going, Writer Grrrl showed up. I had scheduled the weekend to be with her, which I sadly had to abbreviate to do work stuff. (Which I'm doing right now, alternating with posting these entries).

I excused myself from my conversation, and greeted her properly, with a deep hug, a deeper kiss, and a caress from her shoulders to her ass, which caused her to shiver and wiggle deliciously.

She stayed overnight with me. Before falling asleep, I stroked and fingered her, finally caressing her g-spot with lubricated fingers while she thrashed in orgasm for a nice long while.

The next morning, we started the day as we ended the last, only it was my cock massaging her inside, instead of just my fingers. My hands were busy long stroking her body, gently stretching skin and flesh.

After she screamed into my shoulder for a while, her vagina pulsing around me, we rolled apart, relaxed a bit, and her fingers worked down to her wetness, and she masturbated for me, and I masturbated for her...

Let me talk to you about Ms Danger

She's this tiny little thing, comes up to my chest. Short messy brown hair, just long enough to get a good grip. And she's probably the most athletic lover I've ever had, and also probably the smartest.

Watching her do yoya is a thing of beauty. Nude, of course. Stretching, rippling muscles.

She's wonderfully sick and twisted, more on that in other posts.

And she's into high intensity sensation.

Such as needles.

She was sitting back and arching her back, I got out her needle kit, and carefully washed off her nipples with hydrogen peroxide, and opened up a pack of needles.

I took the first one, pulled off the cap, and showed her the brutally sharp point, holding it up close for her to see. Watching her pupils go wide, lust and fear on her face.

And then slowly pinched and pulled out her left nipple, and slowly pushed the point into it, sideways. Her soft smooth skin dimpled in for a moment, and then the point punched in, and the sharp edge was under her skin, scraping her nerves, and I pushed it again, pushing out against the skin on the other side, tenting out the skin, and then punched out, her skin snapping back.

I did that five more times, three needles in each nipple, giving her a good drink of terror, agony, and lust. Her face and chest were flushed, her breathing deep, her pussy wet, her eyes terrified.

The seventh needle went through one of her wet protruding labia.

Then things got even more fun, as each one came out. The skin and flesh had swollen, and the needle dragged and pulled and scraped, as it came out. And as each one emerged, it was followed by a big droplet of dark red blood.

By the time the last one came out, her tummy and flanks were covered with dark red stripes. And her cunt was engorged, and oozing wet.

And then, of course, I fucked her.

Welcome, and about the title

I had been thinking about starting a "sex blog" for a couple of years.

There are assorted reasons why I did not.

The most honest reason is that I feared I was probably too lazy, too disorganized, and too busy, to keep it going.

And also, it would feel like uncouth bragging, it would jinx what it's about, it could cause Drama, and I could "out" my lovers in ways that will cause problems in their life.

And finally, I could never think of what to call it.

I finally thought of something.

About that. "Significantly Endowed".

Yes, yes I am. Not freakishly so, but above average.

I don't think it's ever gotten me laid, at least in itself. And I don't want to have sex just because someone cares about the size of my cock. And I've been told 2nd hand that there are times it's got me not laid, because someone was a bit intimidated.

But this being a sex blog, the title is a double entendre, which was rather easy to do, given that it's already a euphemistic innuendo.

I'm also "significantly endowed" in other aspects of my life, especially about sex.

I'm in a subculture that is comfortable with sex, with kinky sex, with multiple relationships, and multiple partners, and assorted orientations, and that also values and celebrates having lots of smarts, and that is tolerant of geeky personalities.

I'm endowed and blessed with a number of lovers, friends, friends with benefits, fuckbuddies, and whatever.

I'm very grateful.