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Okay, so actually these pictures The Hunter shot of me today go way beyond “nudie”:

The Hunter's big cock laying on my lips & tongue.

Creampie shot of my super-stimulated cunt.

Someone who watched us fucking on cam last night (I moved a cam up into the cabin loft) asked me if I can walk. The answer is BARELY. And that voyeur didn’t even see the half of it.

I have a very difficult time resisting The Hunter’s big veiny cock. He pushed it against my butthole today but I’m not ready for that. Yet.

He also did lots of laundry for us and cleaned out our mildewy-smelling washer by running ammonia through the wash. Fresh and folded.

The Hunter keeps asking how he got so lucky to be here with us, while Delia and I look at each other and ask how we got so lucky to have him. And each other. There’s more than luck going on here.

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.

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.

Getting ready to shower off the layer of sex I’ve been hanging onto after Delia’s enamorata, The Hunter, spent a couple of nights and days with her/us and much much much sex was had:

Late last night, if you were watching (in spite of me warning earlier that The Hunter is a no-fucking-on-cam guy), you’d have seen the bedroom cam re-engaged as we had another super-hot, long-playing threesome.

Tonight? Tonight is for sleeping. I’ve been falling asleep on the couch a lot lately, which is unlike me.

Members: I posted a vlog entry for you tonight, too.

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.

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.

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.

After so so much talking, we parked under the trees with him still not knowing what was going on.

I asked him about music and he showed me a cd folder filled with things he’d gotten for free or found because he has no money and he gave away everything he owned. I picked out a disc with music I had on vinyl as a kid and loved in the seventies: the Clockwork Orange-y Disney Electrical Parade music.

He put the disc in to play and noticed everything was weird, and we were parked and “it seemed like we should be making out.”

Then I said, “well actually . . . ”

And then BLAH BLAH BLAH consent talk consent then I was on him and we were kissing and groping and grinding and the next 90 minutes were awesome and surreal, and not just because of this music which played the whole entire time:

It really made hearing a guy talking about fucking me so deep I’d feel it in my ribs / throat / skull even more fantastically absurd and mind-altered than it usually is. And by “usual” I mean that I usually only hear that in phone sex or camshows. Maybe I’ve heard it in real life once or twice? Not sure.

The next day he asked me if I liked that particular line of dirty talking. He said it was a girl who told him to talk like that once, because “it’s just so visceral“. I just told him that I do love hearing dirty talk.

I’m sure I will never ever again use that music as a sex tape, but just this once it made it an extra-magical event.

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For three days in a row he told me he really only wants to have sex in a relationship, and since we can’t have (his kind of) a relationship, I guess we can’t fuck or something?

The trouble is that when he says he wants to be friends, he REALLY REALLY MEANS IT. He says he has to think about what this is/I am doing FOR him, versus what I am doing TO him.

I guess I’ve now officially entered the realm of predatorial cougarhood.

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So I talked to (let’s call him) my spiritual advisor about this situation. My spiritual advisor told me there is a rule (number 13!) in our fellowship not to fuck certain people, and this particular guy is certain people. So I should not fuck him.

My spiritual advisor also told me “HE IS NOT A MACHINE, TRIXIE!” And the guy has complained over and over about being objectified. Which I guess somehow made me objectify him more? I don’t know. I thought I was being really loving and sensitive about it.

I knew this might be messy, but I didn’t plan on it being so confusing for me.

I’m so torn between not wanting to be a horrible person and REALLY WANTING THE COCK. And the kissing. And to get him to make porn with me.

And a tonic to ease my fear of death, as my spiritual advisor also pointed out.

I’m almost forty, you know.

*****

More trippy music, this time with 80’s strippers, thanks to Kat:

Our box springs wouldn’t fit up the steep, narrow, curving staircase at the new place so our mattress is flat on the ground. In our “sleeping alcove”, which is separated from Delia’s workstation/cam room by thick velvety curtains.

The sleeping alcove gets pitch fucking black at night when we turn out the lights. Even with the nightvision on our bedroom spycam, you can’t see anything except the occasional flash of the eyeball until the sun comes up and very dim gentle light starts shining through the blinds and curtain hung over the window.

I woke up at six this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, gradually getting more and more and more turned on until I finally had to reach over and fondle Delia at the same time I felt how wet my pussy was (well, still IS).

And then we fucked. In a variety of positions, allowing me to experiment with bracing myself against the sloped ceiling and “headboard”-made-of-wood-sided-wall.

Tell me . . . what did you see on our spycams? Ghostly-green naked bodies, four nightscoped boobs, mouths wide open, eyes unfocused and half-closed?

I hope I didn’t wake everybody up in the neighborhood, but if I did it couldn’t be any more obnoxious than fog horns or barking dogs or roosters. These are just the beautiful sounds of a dripping-damp early August morning.

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Anyway, I love our blacked-out new bedroom. We turned over a new leaf so there’s no television up there, just peaceful sleep and good fucking.

JOIN to watch us fucking on cam!