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My day has been made. At least I know the comment function is working.

So, maybe now it a good time for an update. When last I posted, I was in some pretty serious trouble. I’m not out of the woods, but things are looking better from a legal standpoint. No specifics, but I will say that it was looking quite bleak.

On the relationship front, Arwyn and I have had a few good talks. Few. And sort of good, in that they did involve a certain amount of depth. Nothing earth-shattering, but she admitted that she had pretty much checked out emotionally. I see her trying to check back in, but that is easier said than done.

We did have sex on Monday might and it was the best encounter we’ve had in 3 months. The last two were unmitigated disasters. The short version of those:
In April, there was the cockring affair. She had complained about me being unable to hold an erection so I bought some cock rings. I had discussed it with her beforehand and she thought they might be okay. When she saw me with one on, she changed her mind. And things went down hill from there.
In early May, there was an encounter where I was so rife with insecurity, fear and uncertaintly there was no way I was able to hold an erection. In additon to my own issues, she insists on trying to hop up on me before she’s even half-way ready. The “hurry-up-so-I-can-sleep” manuever.

So the other day, she said she hoped to get the boys in bed early so we could have some time together before she left for her parent’s. The boys didn’t cooperate too well as they were all excited about the trip. But they eventually did simmer down. Then Arwyn wanted a massage. Not a backrub, a massage. So she got one, giving me the Ron Jeremy treatment of directing. I was a little unsteady on that, but tried my best as I knew that there was no way I would know if I was doing it right unless she told me what she wanted.

Here’s a tip for the ladies, or anyone wanting to train your mate in the pleasuring arts: positive feedback is more powerful than aversive feedback and criticism. Moan and sigh when it is being done correctly. An occasional gasp would be okay, too although it can be a bit startling.

I spent a good 20 minutes working mostly her back but sometimes her legs. Her neck, shoulders, lower back, calves and ankles were safe zones to touch as much as I pleased. Feet, thighs and butt were right out.

Then, she got naked as did I. Yes, she was in her nightgown during the massage.

She got on top and hugged with a bit of kissing (not too deep, now) and ground her pelvis into me. Then, as soon as she thought I would be hard enough, she began trying to work me inside of her. Egad.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, yet.” I offered.

Her response was to look at the clock…”Well, it’s getting late and we have a long day tomorrow.”

>sighloved!! I want to be desired. Duty sex, pity sex…what kind of deal is that?

The next morning her and the kids lft town. Left the state. Left me ALONE! YAAAAHHHOOOO!

Soo like my friend Jay, I am FREEE for the rest of the week! Hence my more chippier disposition.

I’ll have to go over what’s new in my mind in another post.

D.

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I’m Back!

Where the hell is the title bar on this thing?

Okay, it’s going to take a bit longer than I anticipated to get this thing rolling again. Even though the old blog (Sensual Dementia) was taken down, I was still writing. Then today, just as was about to spew forth all that bile and vitriol, the modem hiccuped. After the reboot, it was gone. June was all, totally gone. In fact, now that I look at it, the entire blog was in one folder. I was feeling okay with taking the blog down, because I had smugly backed it all up on my flashdrive. And then… >poofWife, 43 sometimes referred to as Arwyn. She looks and acts nothing like the character played by Liv Tyler but I’m going to stick with it even though all of the old references to her have become part of the void. She would also be the LL one in the relationship. I hope to be slightly kinder to her in this blog.

Two boys, 3 and 6 who I’ve decided to call Elmo and Thomas respectively. Thomas is on the autistic spectrum but is exceedingly high functioning. Their contributions here are pretty much limited to the fact that they are our children who we love and care for very much. They are a major consideration, no matter where this tale takes us.

Me, 41 the HL of the group. You’ll get enough of me in the day-to-day postings.

You, the reader. I have learned so much from all of you and support is one of the major reasons why relationship blogs exist at all. Occasionally a smartass anonymous commenter pokes through and urinates on the party, but even these vulgarians remind us all that we are each special and unique…just like everyone else.

The Blogroll – this is another cool thing about blogs. The sites that end up there are places to learn more about whatever issues I’m dealing with here. Some of these offer similar views and some of them entirely different perspectives. It’s always going to be limited to 15-20 of the best so things get bumped, moved and scrambled around fairly regularly while it is in development. In anycase, the blogroll becomes an extension of my own place and my own story.

Not much of a cast list, is it? But I’ll do the best I can with what I’ve got.

Shall we begin?

D.

Holy crap! Okay, folks who are still keeping me on their blogroll, I thank you for your loyalty and support. But my old address must have gotten so popular that someone else has hijacked it. It’s quite sad, actually. It’s like when you move out of your childhood home, then revisit to discover the neighborhood has been taken over by drug dealers and pimps. The windows are smashed, there are bullet holes in the siding and there’s someone on the porch smoking crack.

Yes, my old address has become a proverbial crackhouse of the blog world. >sniff