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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.

Dim light coming through skylight in my cabin's loft.

I don’t know how many nights and days Delia’s boyfriend has been here now. How many nights I’ve slept by myself in the cabin. How many times we’ve fucked. In what variations. How many times we’ve come. How many hours of sleep lost. How much work left undone.

Watching Worf leading a Tai Chi class on Star Trek: Next Gen

I’m surprised and confused by liking so much of this as much as I do. I’m distressed by the vulnerability of wanting more of it / not wanting Delia’s boyfriend aka The Hunter to leave yet.

But he went grocery shopping and made lasagna and says I should let him clean my toilet. And Delia loves him. And he’s a big Star Trek: The Next Generation fan, too. And made me feel better after this by saying what a good Captain he thinks Kathryn Janeway is.

The Hunter serving up lasagna he made.

All of the talking and phone noises and not-knowing-what-next tires me out. Or maybe all of the not-sleeping tires me out. And worry over not getting “enough” done. And being totally overstimulated.

But when we were all in bed talking about ST: Voyager and The Hunter changed the subject from an argument over our diverging opinions of Chakotay by asking, “can you imagine being able to hold it together after finding your little ship thrown however-many parsecs or light years away from home and not knowing if you’ll ever get back?” It reminded me of  one of my coping tools:

Sometimes when my eyeballs feel like they’re about to pop out of my head from the force of my frustration and I start hyperventilating and looking around for things to throw out the window (or AT the window while it’s still closed so they’ll both make satisfyingly loud shattering sounds), I try to calm down by asking myself, “what would I do if I were an Officer on the Starship Enterprise? I certainly wouldn’t behave like this, even if WebWhore Headquarters were about to blow up in forty-five seconds!” Patience! Faith in one’s own problem-solving abilities! Barely a sense of urgency: just a confident, one-step-at-a-time pursuit of a solution with nary a raise in my heart rate.

If our lives right now were an episode of Star Trek, it would be one of my all-time favorites. With me as a cross between Quark, Barclay, and a special busty guest who loves cock.

*****

There is a loving, guiding friend in our (especially Delia’s and now The Hunter’s) lives who says something about salvation being a word that actually means homecoming. To be welcomed home into a family of people who know and love you at a fundamental level . . . to FIND your home, or make a new right one. We long for salvation, to be embraced by people who recognize us as a child of good no matter what mistakes we’ve made or how broken and fucked up we are.

*****

I started weeping when Delia played the Jerry Garcia Band cover of The Maker and couldn’t finish eating my lasagna in bed.

Outside this morning, reveling in the bright sunshine and all of the fucking we’ve been doing lately.

I want to ditch every grand plan I’ve made and run around outside and come back in just to fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck . . . forever. Fuck until I’ve tired them all out and I’m the only person still awake at 4:30 in the morning and have the nearly-full moon and silvered clouds and tree shapes all to myself. And then wake up and wonder why I already feel like fucking and fucking and fucking some more.

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.

Shot by Delia’s boyfriend after he fucked me. The Hunter is not used to my phone or to taking Daily Nudie Pics with it, so it’s blurry:

Fucking is fun. I like it, and I’m glad Delia was okay with The Hunter and I banging while she took a shower.

I would really like for more of this to be part of my routine. Getting all sweaty, dudes just fucking the shit out of me. It’s like it pounds everything in life back into alignment.

After getting into a big fight with my mom last Christmas in front of my nephews (ages 2 and 5) I really didn’t want to spend Christmas proper with her and my sister’s family again until I can learn to be less of an asshole/accept that my mom is crazy (and so am I). But we’re going to do it again this year anyway!

Note: this means we’ll have our members-only group webcam shows on Thursday and Friday that week instead of Friday and Saturday.

Here’s the email exchange between me and my sister:

ME: We will drive up on Christmas Eve and stay the night so we can be with you all, provided it’s safe to travel.

MY SISTER: The baby Jesus thinks that’s swell.  We will have hot meat fondue, because nothing says Christmas like boiling oil.

ME: Are you trying to give Mommy and I an anxiety attack with that boiling oil plan? That doesn’t sound very child-friendly . . .

MY SISTER: We’re starting a new holiday tradition,  where each child gets to try to be the Bearer of the Boiling Oil.  Whichever one can successfully carry a fondue pot of boiling oil around the Christmas tree three times gets all the presents under the tree, and the loser gets, well, skin grafts I guess.   We’re looking for a name for it…

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.

It is so warm and bright blue sky-ed, I can’t believe it’s supposed to snow tomorrow! The sun is blindingly bright:

I could have stood naked in the sun for hours even though it just hailed half an hour ago:

A little bonus with my heavy hangers:

Even if it does snow tomorrow, it’s only going to be cute for a few minutes before it melts, making our trip to Seattle to spend the evening with my mom PERFECTLY SAFE and stressless. Right? RIGHT!

Thanks to my love, Delia, for continuing to drop what she’s doing to snap these naked pics of me. We got into a spat last night because of how I micromanage everything and am really hypercritical (last night it was about careful placement and handling of the spycams), so it’s not really a simple walk in the park to shoot these when “I’m like NO NO NO I want it THIS way!!” Or “THAT way!!” Somehow we still manage to have fun doing them, though.

Best day of the year (when we get an extra hour of sleep), made even better that we prepped for it by fucking last night. If we got an extra hour added to every night, I’ll bet we’d have sex way more often.

And then we woke up to frost and bright sun:

morning sun through our window

Not exactly true. DELIA woke up to frost and bright sun.

I stayed in bed in our dark little alcove and woke up later to the smell of bacon frying downstairs, stumbling down to an offer of french toast.

bacon (fried this morning by Delia)

Last night I came after she moaned/gasped when I added some teeth to sucking on her big left tit:

Delia's perfect big boobs

And even though she gave two loads of cum to her customers in live shows that day, she came again when I started spanking her while she fucked me. I love feeling her ass in my hands.

Cacti in November in Washington

The sun is so bright today and it sounds like an airplane is going to crash into our house, like everything is different and about to burst into a million beautiful tragic pieces. Like I don’t know if it’s about to be winter or heaven.