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The Time I Orgasmed in the Chesapeake Bay

A friend told me I needed to write about this. Mr. A this is for you.

On Memorial Day weekend I had the most wonderful time on the western shore of the Chesapeake Bay in Calvert County. I drove down on Sunday afternoon with the intention of walking and collecting fossil shark teeth and sea glass. As I drove down the the beach, I changed my mind and decided I would swim.  The water was so calm and the angle of the sun illuminated three rows of sand bars.  I had to get in.

I should add here that I did not have a bathing suit, so I took my bra off and went in the water with a jean shirt and t-shirt. I didn't have on any undies, so they didn't have to come off. It took me wading out about 80 feet to get to water that was chest level. (While I was in the water, my dog H swam out to me a couple of times.  Once he was to me, he wanted to hang out on my shoulder to get out of the water.  I had to send him back to the beach for the rest of this story.)


Treading water combined with lack of panties created interesting sensations and I got a little turned on. So I was like what the hell? I'll do what I want. I'm so far out that the kids and old folks on the beach can't tell what I'm doing.

Raindrop / Mea Culpa Merlin

But this was more special than rubbing one out in a swimming pool. I'm not a religious person, but I will grudgingly admit that I'm spiritual, especially around water, and especially in this water. All the molecules are connected and I get to be in it. Dipping a toe in the Bay feels like I'm dipping a toe in the the Ganges.  I'm swimming in the Pacific with whales and seals. The water washing over me has helped plants to grow and animals to nourish themselves. Once their lives are over, in decay, the water that sustained them evaporates back into the atmosphere.

 In addition to the tactile pleasure I was feeling, reveling in this connectedness made me want to cum even more. During quick tension and release of the orgasm, with my insides still contracting, I withdrew into myself and imagined I was swirling in a sea of blood, rain, piss, glacial streams, cum, mountain springs, spit, snow, tears. Waves caressed my neck and shoulders. Once I opened my eyes, the sky was blue, so so blue. I felt alive and part of something so much bigger than myself.

Dachsund Love - Wienermobile Edition

Scott Beale / Laughing Squid

Dance / Justin Day

Payday Loans

A coworker of mine, one that I am very close with, one who considers herself my Maryland Mom, is using pay day loans. I walked around the corner of her cube before she closed the window. On the site the lowest APR is over 400%. I assume that people use these type of loans when they are in desperate need of money but can't get it in a more reasonable way. I could be wrong. I hope I am wrong.

I am sad that someone I care about is in trouble.

Relationships in Fifty Shades of Grey

I was talking with a friend the other day, a mid-twenties woman name K. We both started exploring kink in January of this year, occasionally we compare notes, and our experiences have been oddly parallel.

K and I are pretty regular play partners.  We met while I was under the influence of a rare bout of social confidence. She agreed to be my demo bottom for wax play at a Dungeon 101 event, that led to spanking, and then to pretty regular play. I enjoy spanking her, and she ends up a pile of melted butter once we are done, but there is nothing sexual about it in that we are not attracted to one another. Well it is sexual insofar as spanking and stroking a woman's backside is sexual, but I'm not so turned on that I have to go home and masturbate.

K struck up a friendship with a polyamorous married forty-something from the capital region of New York.  I'll call him Albany. The initial meeting, again at a Dungeon 101 event, led to nearly daily e-mail communication and a long distance dominant/submissive relationship.  For instance, he will tell her how many times she must orgasm in a given week, or if she must abstain from orgasm altogether. On occasion he will take the train down to DC and use her poor ass as a demo bottom for D101.  Sex is a hard limit for both of them, but he has stayed at her apartment.  During that stay Albany told her she could not use any of her furniture.

Kitchen Kinks / 60 in 3

Aside from K, I've been playing with a married early-thirties man. I met him and his wife at a munch very early on and gradually we have built up a play relationship. Within the scene there is a definite sexual chemistry. A very hot sexual chemistry. But unlike K and Albany, the dynamic does not carry out into real life.  The three of us have been out to eat and gone on nature excursions without random incidences of spanking breaking out. I guess that is the difference between bdsm and d/s.  D/s goes with you everywhere if you let it.

Being the social animals we are, K and I were trying to make sense of all this.  These are relationships, but they are not dating relationships and they don't fit the contours of any relationships we've had before.  Are they friends with benefits? Doesn't friends with benefits mean you're fucking?  Neither of us are doing that with any of the people we hang out with. But "just friends" don't spank you, control your orgasms, or drive you crazy at the local sex club. Trying to categorize makes less and less sense as we travel down this rabbit hole. What we have found are relationships that come in various shades of grey.

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