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A picture of my love, grooming her feet:

I’ve worked eleven hours today & am staying up to work more. My neck hurts, but I really want to feel like I’ve accomplished something today/night.

Eat it and weep:

Me, deliciously ripe & curvy & naked. Belt useless but for grommet shine & added graphic detail. Self-shot w/phone.

I’m almost entirely taking today off of work. Which kind of makes me feel as though my life is meaningless, but certainly more pleasant than making my headache worse.

I’ve watched almost the entire first season of Downton Abbey since last night. On top of there being no Clive Owen, the score is ridiculously overwrought so it’s not the long-playing Gosford Park I hoped for, but still enjoyable.

There’s melty chocolate smeared all over my freshly-washed pink nightgown and fluffy pink robe. My butthole hurts from the two enormous poops I made today.

In the same breath as all that, I don’t even want to mention that Delia won an award last night lest it degrade the shine of her triumph as Shemale Stroker of the Year. So we’ll talk about that in a fancier way later, okay?

I know . . . I know . . . how did a schmuck like me land a bird like Delia, anyway? I don’t know! I’m the soft greasy balls in the family! But I can’t wait for her to come home!!

Picture Delia just took of me drying my hair inside the cabin while she stood outside the cabin door looking in:

Might bring back fond memories for someone. And/or be a foretaste of more hair dryer pics to come with someone else. I’ll say no more. They’re almost like inside jokes. Except not really “jokes”.

Thank you, Delia, for interrupting your camming to come outside and do this for me! I tried to take some pictures myself using the self-timer and my little camera-phone tripod setup, but they were utterly worthless relative to the effort and headache I was putting into it. Well, even NOT relative to that.

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I haven’t been spending  much time over the past year or so surfing, reading blogs, “researching” things online, etc. But today I did a little of that. It was interesting. But I have nothing to show for it now except a great reminder that now is not the time in my life to get all up in arms and “informed” about important things. More important is just starting my day out on the right foot, working efficiently, and taking care of myself with time and energy left over to be with Delia. There are some goals I want to meet by the time I turn 40 and that’s barely over a year away. And then maybe I’ll do important things. Or just have more time to fuck lots of people. Or just have more time to fuck Delia lots!

Going to get into bed now and start out better tomorrow.

Ten minutes ago I made an audio blog entry of me crying and talking about the wondrous odd sad sad sad pain of Rugaru leaving our house/saying goodbye at this stage. But audio blog/hipcast didn’t seem to care that I hit # and then 3 to publish and it ate it, instead recording and posting a minute of me sniffling and waiting for some acknowledgement that these tragic precious private moments had been captured.

Anyway, Delia is taking him somewhere. Safe, I hope. But probably not since they won’t tell me where it is because it would probably torment me. Probably it’s NOT safe. Probably it’s stupid. But I guess so was this whole magical experiment.

I have never conceived of the moment where there’s a break up with one person in a triad leaving. I never thought anything like this “triad” ambitious poly business would be part of my life or thought it necessary to plan for how to handle it. The strange intimate sweetness of it taking place with Delia right there, with knowing we’re okay and going on together and things will be awesome, and at the same time things being so so fucking sad and hard to let go of with him. But necessary.

I just didn’t know just didn’t know just didn’t know this would break cracks into my chest. When mere hours ago I thought it would be such a relief to have Delia and I back to ourselves. When I didn’t understand I was just being an asshole as a last ditch effort to make him prove . . . something. That can’t be proven or gained.

The way everything morphed. At the beginning of this I could never ever EVER have believed it would have shifted this way and that I would be crying for myself even more than for everybody else.

I’m 38 years old and so much of this has never ever happened to me before and I’m so glad it did. I’m crying with all of the love of nineteen and the acceptance of my warm mothering forties. And the patience that there is more. And I’ve already gots lots and lots of it!

A cheese(cake)y goodbye to 2011

Your first real pictures of The Hunter’s face! Because the nudie pic we took wasn’t nearly as revealing as these happy shots of us riding the ferry to my sister’s house for family Christmas time.

Delia’s boyfriend is now living with us / more than visiting. We had a mature, organized, and positively-emotional two and a half hour meeting about it. With plans to follow-up on more of the specifics. Temporarily tabled so there can be lots of fucking. Which you should be watching on our spycams.

My hairpie, this morning around late-breakfast time

The Hunter cooked up breakfast burritos for us this morning. We listened to poetic Greg Brown songs and then switched to Warren G.

The Hunter serving up breakfast burritos.

My little (by request) burrito, wrapped cutely by The Hunter

It’s kind of hard to update folks on what’s going on without writing a book; our days have been jam-packed with intensity and sweetness that we’ve savored with tenderness and late nights.

Breakfast with Delia TS

After breakfast we danced around to the music then all went up to the bedroom again for some sweet and nasty threesome action. I’m not bragging about this or saying I’m an example to follow, but I do expect it will make a lot of you excited that we threw condoms to the wind yesterday and today.

You who love creampies? You can begin your jealous sobbing, because cum has been eaten out of a number of orifices. I’m personally not going to eat anybody’s cum out of anybody’s ass, but if someone else wants to do it, I’ll certainly enjoy it with a smile. And having Delia and The Hunter take turns eating each other’s cum out of my pussy is pretty sweet. I got to watch The Hunter suck Delia’s cock for the first time and The Hunter got between our legs while Delia and I fucked and he licked us from asshole to asshole. I came a couple of times, once with my words comically garbled by The Hunter’s cock in my mouth.

I’m hungry again. Delia and The Hunter are stringing up Christmas lights. It’s all very erotic and cutely domestic here.

Delia’s boyfriend is spending the night again, so I volunteered to sleep in the cabin / my loft. Because it’s awesome, because I love sleeping alone, because I want to, because before The Hunter I only spent one or two nights up there, and that was before we even moved into The “Big” House and when Delia was gone on trips.

Part of me enjoys acting put-out and bothered by having my routine upset and not having Delia to myself all night long. Another part of me longs for this restorative solitude and to be able to get it without leaving Delia alone or feeling guilty about wanting to be in my own bed doing everything MY way, without disrupting anybody or being disrupted by them.

I have my Kindle that Delia bought me, I have my pills and other sleepy-time supplements, I have Hearts of Space, I have my amazing comforter that for some reason only feels awesome when I’m the only person underneath it. I have my notebooks and fountain pen and plenty of pillows. It’s a small triangular-envelope I fit into that’s just right for leaving me room around the edges.

The only bad thing is if I have to pee in the night, I have to climb down and back up the ladder.

We are really lucky to have a set-up that allows for this kind of flexibility and time-to-ourselves. It’s easy to forget how awesome it is by noticing the parts that aren’t 100% perfect, so I’m working on wallowing in being grateful and celebrating how we have it pretty fucking good.

Restraining myself from spying on them.

Yeah. Round-the-clock voyeur cams on our sites/in our home does add another unusual/challenging/interesting element to these overlapping relationships.

It was really nice of Delia and The Hunter to let me interrupt them to have her come and take this picture of me.

Retroactively cross-posting this after posting it on Twitter (in a timely fashion, even!):

Delia naked after guy in foreground blew a load on her tits!

We had quite a long day and night winding down from 3 to 5:30 in the morning with a cuddly threesome in which I sweated the most, came and sucked a lot of cock. And then some more happened between 7:30 and this picture. It was fun!

I’d like to say more but am pressed for time and not sure how much to divulge or how much Delia might want to blog about it or keep secret. It was really “special” though and in a nicer / deeper context than “hey look those queer webwhores shacked up with some dude in their hotel room for a night where’s the VIDXZ?” Like, we had a really nice lunch and I tried to be nonchalant while The Hunter and Delia held hands and strolled the sidewalks that aren’t wide enough for three abreast plus they were really fucking STROLLING, like all slow and shit. And that’s kind of like how some parts of the threesome were, where I was lying there watching this big new cock sticking up in the air right next to me, painfully deferring to Delia to handle it (while she just enjoyed watching The Hunter stroke it himself while she humped his leg) wishing I could just GET ON THEM BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. I do love tease and denial . . . I really do, but those two must like a much longer stretch of DENIED because I’d already came and my vag was really cranky and mad for more fucking.  It was lovely! In lots of ways . . . totally unplanned but very natural-feeling.

It was the first opportunity I had to get to know the guy Delia’s been dating and see her basking in the glow of his presence and affection. And his thick hot cum on her tits. Which I then smeared all over her.