<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:56:34.694+08:00</updated><category term='Threesome'/><category term='Anal Sex'/><category term='Cunnilingus'/><category term='porn'/><category term='Mrs Fun'/><category term='Oral Sex'/><category term='embarrassing stories'/><title type='text'>Until Death do us Party</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-7771192737223253955</id><published>2011-05-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:42:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls of the Fun residence</title><content type='html'>So with Mr Fun travelling with work at the moment I've been holding the fort at home. As the sex life is currently non existent I thought&amp;nbsp;I would give you all a little update about the girls in our life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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First we have &lt;strong&gt;Geisha Girl&lt;/strong&gt;, my once upon a time heart throb. It turns out she was easier to get over than I originally thought. Funnily enough if you play hard to get enough, you become too hard to get and I will and have lost interest. We did catch up for a drink last week but I kind of felt like I had nothing to talk to her about. She has RSVP'd yes to Mr Fun's birthday party in a few weeks so we'll so how everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next there is the "&lt;strong&gt;ex stripper&lt;/strong&gt;". I love the ex stripper. She is fun, we have stuff to talk about, she's super sexy.. There isn't much to like. On the downside she is married. I've got nothing against being married (obviously) but I/we do not want to have sex with her husband. When meeting up she&amp;nbsp;often suggest that we do something at her house which kind of makes me avoid hanging out with her. Mr Fun and I have our own rules about who is and isn't ok to pursue and she falls directly in the red category. Being alone with her in her house makes me feel like I'm giving her the wrong idea. I've told her exactly what we are looking for but that doesn't exactly mean that people respect that. Her and her husband haven't met Mr Fun yet but they will also be at his birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally there is the &lt;strong&gt;Nympho&lt;/strong&gt;, I feel bad calling her that but at this stage I really can't think of a more accurate description of her.&amp;nbsp;She is more than happy to hang out with both Mr Fun and I and given the right situation I'm sure she would like to do a lot more than "hang out". She is super attractive but I feel somewhat cautious having casual sex with her knowing how many people she is actually having sex with. Sex is great but you never know whether a person is having safe sex with all their partners. That being said I highly doubt I would say no if the situation arose, wink.&lt;br /&gt;
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As all of our new friends are coming to Mr Fun's party he has told me that he thinks all of us girls and himself should get a lap dance together. What a greedy boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174065078542179152-7771192737223253955?l=untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7771192737223253955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/05/girls-of-fun-residence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/7771192737223253955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/7771192737223253955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/05/girls-of-fun-residence.html' title='The girls of the Fun residence'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-5079712278290698605</id><published>2011-05-18T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T06:51:29.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review - Doc Johnson G-Spot Tickler</title><content type='html'>As the debate continues as to whether the G-Spot actually exists, I decided to do a little research of my own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fact One (also known as the only fact) - I have, on occasion, been able to ejaculate (or if you prefer, squirt)&amp;nbsp;during sex. From what I've read (which really isn't a lot), women can ejaculate during a G-Spot orgasm. Now using this theory (which makes no sense) I am now half way to a G-Spot orgasm. Are you confused yet?&lt;br /&gt;
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When EdenFantasys, a company that sells &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;sex toys&lt;/a&gt;, contacted Mr Fun and I about reviewing one of their &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/"&gt;G-Spot vibrators&lt;/a&gt;, the Doc Johnson G-Spot Tickler, it took me about three seconds to say yes. The packet says that it's Japan's No.1 BestSeller and my G-Spot needs all the help that it can get - whats not to like?&lt;br /&gt;
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This vibrator has the bonus of not only being a G-Spot stimulator but also having a clitoral stimulator&amp;nbsp;which made me feel more confident in using it. I know what I like sexually and that in the past has been quite "firm" clitoral stimulation, I liked that I would be getting the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the last two weeks I have given the tickler a run for it's money. I've used it alone, I've used it with Mr Fun and Mr Fun has used it on me. Unfortunately, while the tickler does give out quite a strong vibration, it wasn't quite enough to get me to the elusive G-Spot orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm a busy woman and felt that while the vibrations were strong for such a small vibrator I needed something with a bit more bang for your buck to get me over the line. If feel like the toy could have got me over the line if I was in exactly the right mindset, if I had exactly the right amount of time, etc. As most people know things aren't usually "exactly" in life, I'm more likely to be having a sneaky masturbating session while Mr Fun ducks out then lying in bed like a lady of leisure.&lt;br /&gt;
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What the tickler did work well for was.. anal sex (I still feel a little naughty talking about it, talk about tame). While Mr Fun was having a little rear end fun, he put the&amp;nbsp;tickler&amp;nbsp;in my vagina which&amp;nbsp;did give me&amp;nbsp;a lovely sensation throughout my body. Unfortunately with promises that the tickler&amp;nbsp;would "satisfy even the most voracious demanding sexual appetite" it wasn't quite what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;
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While the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/g-spot-tickler"&gt;G-Spot Tickler&lt;/a&gt; didn't make me orgasm, Mr Fun and&amp;nbsp;I did have fun trying, wink.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know who out there complies the content for magazines on the shelves? I understand that they need to fill the pages month after month, but seriously I picked up the May 11 edition of Cosmopolitan magazine that Mrs Fun had brought at the supermarket the other day and had a look at the "sealed section" entitled "How to Master His Member." I thought to myself this is great, Mrs Fun is going to be trying some cool new tricks on me over the next week or so... But all I can say is FAIL! Out of 7 pages there is certainly more filler than thriller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Page 1 is just a picture, pages 2 and 3 and are a waste of space article, then there "2 pages" of sex toys for men and some basic Q&amp;amp;A's and anatomical tips. I put the 2 pages in quotation marks as there is a lot of pictures and large printing so not a lot of actual content here. Then there is a tiny (pardon the innuendo) penis sculpture write up and lastly a write up on Pricasso that anyone that's been to Sexpo has seen already.&lt;br /&gt;
There is a small article called "Man Handling 101" where "sexpert" Jo-Anne Baker from &lt;a href="http://pleasurespot.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;pleasurespot.com.au&lt;/a&gt; supposedly answers readers questions...&amp;nbsp;I have a minor issue with the term sexpert in general for a few reasons, first and foremost being that most people these days are pretty well informed about sex and no one can tell anyone what will make them feel good better than themselves so the only true sexpert on you is you (through extensive research, aka masturbation).&lt;br /&gt;
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I must admit to never having heard of Jo-Anne Baker before so I thought that for the purposes of the investigative journalism for which I am famous for I'd google her, well, I didn't even do that I just went straight to her website and read her bio. Now she seems to be the real deal, she has some fancy book learning that have given her some letters after her name, B.A. Grad Dip Psy. M.A. Critical Psychology to be precise. I don't know about you but I'm impressed! I started a uni degree and lasted about 3 weeks into my first 2 units before dropping out, probably mainly due to the fact that I just thought that uni was a good idea and enrolled in a degree that I actually found really boring but had great career prospects instead of something that I might have enjoyed and in turn stuck too. She also has a few books to her credit and a LOT of testimonials from people that she has helped... &lt;br /&gt;
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So what's my problem with her you ask? Nothing, my question is why is this woman only given a tiny little quarter page to answer 3 questions when some random reporter got a two page spread at the start of the section and the only thing of note that they had to say was a quote from Christina Aguilera who when Cosmo asked her what she'd do if she were a boy for a day, (bless her sexy little self answered) "masturbate."&lt;br /&gt;
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I think in essence Cosmo should just stick to fashion and leave the hard stuff (there's that innuendo again lol) to the people that know what they are doing. Or even better, if they have a great resource like Dr. Baker, utilise her for a proper sealed section instead of something just visually flashy, lets get something informative and for gods sakes, let's get some cool tricks in there&amp;nbsp;for the ladies to try in the sack, there wasn't even a single tip like, try having a piece of ice in your mouth during oral sex or even a simple the more lube (or spit) the better tip!&lt;br /&gt;
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On Saturday night&amp;nbsp;during&amp;nbsp;the &lt;a href="http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/05/realm-of-temptation.html"&gt;meet and greet&lt;/a&gt;, I witnessed the power of a reputation (by a bunch of catty girls).&lt;br /&gt;
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The&amp;nbsp;first five of us to arrive were getting to know each other over a glass of champagne when a text message was received from someone who was running a little late. We chatted a little about what those still coming looked like&amp;nbsp;in there pictures before one of the girls realised that they had "heard" about her before. I can almost&amp;nbsp;hear the starting gun going off because all it took was that little comment for them to start.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the time she arrived none of the girls wanted to sit next to her and jokes were made&amp;nbsp;about her like&amp;nbsp;"oh I'm just going to the toilet, why don't you slide in and sit next to so and so".&lt;br /&gt;
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This girl was very attractive and seemed perfectly nice but at the end of the night everyone but her were invited to the after party. There was actually a toilet meeting where they tried to figure out how to sneakily bail because the girl had suggested doing something afterwards. The "meeting" was so bad that a lady in the toilet actually asked "is this a bitch session". &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you not think this is horrible? I feel bad that I was even involved.. I messaged her this morning and asked if she wanted to have coffee because I actually feel horrible&amp;nbsp;for not getting to know her better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know what the thing that the girl had heard about her was? That she can be overly sexual in conversations. That she talks filthy when it's not necessary, that it's a little over the top. I've been on the receiving end of this before and it can be off putting and overtime it becomes increasingly annoying but during the few hours we were together she didn't seem anymore flirtatious than the other girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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It makes me think that the girl that they didn't want to know was probably the nicest of the bunch and now funnily enough as I was the only one to make an effort with her I got her number, found out that she was actually single not in a couple as everyone else thought and we have a date for a coffee tomorrow night... So I might burn on the spot if I walked into a church these days but I can thank my misguided youth for helping me get a girl date for tomorrow night that is also interested in meeting Mr Fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;
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In life, people in my humble experience, have the predisposition for the want to be liked, accepted, desired, loved, popular and attractive. Whether I planned to attend the after party or not, I wanted to be invited.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temptation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Something that seduces or has the quality to seduce.&lt;br /&gt;
The desire to have or do something that you know you should avoid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I tell&amp;nbsp;this story when&amp;nbsp;I'm asked&amp;nbsp;for relationship advice&amp;nbsp;by women who are doing anything and everything to sway a&amp;nbsp;guy&amp;nbsp;who isn't interested&amp;nbsp;in them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;An old friend who I hadn't seen for a year or two and I&amp;nbsp;were chatting online as we occasionally did when he informed&amp;nbsp;me that as I was a drug addict he could no&amp;nbsp;longer be associated with me. I knew that I wasn't a drug addict, other than trying marihana, (which I had such an association with that I spelt it that poorly, rolls eyes), I've never experimented with any other drugs. Hell, I'm even scared of the ocean let alone putting an illegal substance&amp;nbsp;into my body!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;I knew that I didn't like this guy&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;I hadn't seen him in a few years for a reason. Weird and creepy guys don't usually fly to the top of my social circle although I made an exception for Mr Fun, wink. But his comment enraged me, how dare he accuse &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; of being a drug addict and how dare he not want to be my friend. Instead of using this opportunity to end the friendship I defended myself until I had convinced him that I was worth being friends with, that I was good enough. In the end I got stuck with an annoying needy depressed online friend, yep still haven't seen him again, for two more years that I didn't like!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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The moral of the story is that you better be sure that you actually want what you are trying so hard to get as you may just get stuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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With this in mind I realised that I didn't really want to go to their after party, but&amp;nbsp;I'm so obsessed with Geisha Girl and gaining her approval that I forget who I am and what I want.&amp;nbsp;It really fricken annoys me that like a circus animal, I wait around until I'm needed and then jump when she says jump until I'm needed no more. I have such a strong desire to have her chase me instead of the other way around that I do things I wouldn't usually do, things I don't want to do. In my attempt to impress her&amp;nbsp;I lose&amp;nbsp;myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I slide into&amp;nbsp;the realm of temptation. &lt;br /&gt;
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I thought my temptation was the desire of other women and&amp;nbsp;the single life but in actuality my temptation is the need&amp;nbsp;for approval and acceptance. I want to be "one of them" so badly that I am tempted to do anything. I was worried that they wouldn't like me because I didn't want to go to the after party.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr Fun has told me this before but I need to learn to worry less about what other people think of me and worry more about what I want and like. In a relationship all parties involved need to prove that they are worth it not just me.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Tuesdays with Morrie&amp;nbsp;it talks about recognising our emotions so that we can move past them. Now that I recognise my temptation I can move it to the side and the picture I see isn't so pretty. Geisha Girl isn't worthy of this attention. In reality she's actually a bit of a bitch. Why I convinced myself that she was better than me and that I was the one that had to prove I was worthy, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not going to sit here and point out her flaws but they do exist. The biggest flaw being her unavailability - I can see clearly now&amp;nbsp;(the rain is gone, ha ha) that just because someone is&amp;nbsp;bisexual and&amp;nbsp;single, it doesn't mean that&amp;nbsp;they are available.&amp;nbsp;For Mr Fun and I Geisha Girl is unavailable which is ok because her being unavailable makes her someone that we are not interested in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr Fun got to this point and realisation a lot earlier than I did,&amp;nbsp;thanks for letting me get there on my own sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not single and &lt;strong&gt;I don't &lt;/strong&gt;want to have sex with unavailable women.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want a&amp;nbsp;woman that Mr Fun and I can love and that can love us - I've just got so much to give, wink!&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of the 67 messages I received in my first week of online dating about 60 of them were no good.&lt;br /&gt;
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I won’t bother going into any of the messages that had extremely poor spelling, punctuation and grammar. Let’s just say that if they cannot spell the words, you, I or what then there is no hope and that they should probably invest in a VERY large bottle of lube and some king sized tissues.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few of my favourites! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfYn4Zrwgt0/TbjlHo1oRFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CoY-LOUSUOw/s1600/image015.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="57" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfYn4Zrwgt0/TbjlHo1oRFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CoY-LOUSUOw/s320/image015.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm, are you trying to appear honest by admitting your profile is not quite 100%? Odd approach buddy, but don’t worry I’m “hornt” too.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Look no further… well a little less anyway”… Good advice and great joke! I will definitely be looking a little less anyway..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxj0K3k5PBE/Tbjlf9TS1qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mgpYqWIX4rE/s1600/image005.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="49" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxj0K3k5PBE/Tbjlf9TS1qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mgpYqWIX4rE/s320/image005.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m sorry to hear that no women have been willing to have sex with you. It’s weird because you seem like such a catch!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh2ftVQwy04/TbjlqJoNkZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osG9AuEU0Eo/s1600/image008.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="65" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh2ftVQwy04/TbjlqJoNkZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/osG9AuEU0Eo/s320/image008.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OMG really! I didn’t think my picture… &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qzy3AOkj3w/Tbjl2pVNpdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JgMyoON-5QA/s1600/image003.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="37" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qzy3AOkj3w/Tbjl2pVNpdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JgMyoON-5QA/s320/image003.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy New Year to you too! I’m not sure how to break it too you but it’s actually already past Easter, could it be time to get rid of the new year message?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2jlfTzEleU/TbjmGLWfzAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9pFXKhYPXa0/s1600/image007.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2jlfTzEleU/TbjmGLWfzAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9pFXKhYPXa0/s1600/image007.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not very good.&lt;br /&gt;
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And they say that women are the harder sex to understand…&lt;br /&gt;
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On a positive note though we did better in the sex challenge this week, we racked up 4! Would've been 5 but Mrs Fun had a sexy ladies only&amp;nbsp;threesome on Friday night and me masturbating to the pictures of it after the fact doesn't really count as being involved so we missed that one lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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As most women (and men) know, if you've got a vagina&amp;nbsp;and you want to have sex with a man, you can get it from someone, well... Pretty much anyone you want really with few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the years go on I have become more and more interested in women and it appears that waiting for some spontaneous lady time is no longer good enough. Sure if I was single, I could get a women. If I was happy to play alone with women that were unavailable or in no way a possibility for Mr Fun, I could get a women. If I wanted a one night stand, I could get a women. But I don't and I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am married&lt;br /&gt;
I am committed, and&lt;br /&gt;
I want something intimate, lasting and personal.&lt;br /&gt;
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So now that I have come to the conclusion that it's not as simple as looking at a women to get her to fall for you I have to do this thing called work for it. I know right, how dare they make me work!&lt;br /&gt;
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For reasons that&amp;nbsp;I am unable to explain I feel a connection&amp;nbsp;with Geisha Girl and whether she realises how strong that is or not I am now "courting" her. As Mr Fun and I put it, we 're not trying to put all our eggs in one basket but when you feel it, you feel it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the whole courting process involves dating and dating involves patience and this thing I'll refer to as being "smooth".&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only did I not inherit an ounce of patience, smooth&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;definitely not my middle name. I'm corny, dorky and frankly a little lame - proof in point, I just made a Dad joke about smooth not being my middle name.. and then explained it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that we have got through that long winded (but hilarious... Right?) introduction I will finally get to the point. Mrs Fun's&amp;nbsp;"smooth" successes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you believe it, some of my lame lines have actually worked!!!! (sorry I really thought that deserved that many explanation points)&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few of my favourite that I know you are going to LOVE (again with the over excitement)&lt;br /&gt;
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- As Geisha Girl was holding a $50 note in attempt to pay for our dinner - "You do know that I'm not going to let you pay for dinner" &lt;em&gt;Geisha ADORABLY giggles while pushing me and tries to force me into taking the money.. and we fall into a pit of jelly. She starts ripping off my clothes and slathering jelly all over my breasts.. Shit, that keeps happening, back to reality please! &lt;/em&gt;Eventually she gives in and says "we'll I will buy you dinner next time" to which I smoothly reply "my plan has worked, now there has to be a second date" - SMOOTH SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;
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- Geisha Girl and I both attended a ladies meet and greet over the weekend where spin the bottle was played. She misses the conversation about the game we are about to play so I follow her into the bathroom for some alone time and throw her this beauty -&amp;nbsp;"So they have decided to play spin the bottle and I think it will be really unfair if either of us have to kiss the ugly girl before we've had the chance to kiss each other. I'm thinking that we should do something to fix&amp;nbsp;this situation".&lt;em&gt; Insert pash, pash,&amp;nbsp;pash and&amp;nbsp;a little groping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;It was super, super amazing and&amp;nbsp;perfect - SMOOTH SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;
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- After&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;first date Geisha Girl drives me to my car. As I go to&amp;nbsp;leave the car she kisses me on the cheek&amp;nbsp; and being a little too keen I go in for a surprise hug afterwards. While being receptive to the hug, it was obviously a little awkward and I actually say "I'll give you a hug too". Lovely! - SMOOTH FAIL! &lt;em&gt;Don't worry, it obviously didn't deter her and we have seen her since. I did follow it up with a "I know you loved my awkward car hug" message.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now if she agrees to another date I'll (and hopefully we'll) have some great material for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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"You look like you've been crying", he charmingly replied... And I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately in life, even the people you care about most, will unintentionally hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't written about Geisha Girl a lot apart from our first meeting but to say that I have been caught hook, line and sinker doesn't really give it the credit it deserves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ever met somebody that you've felt such a strong connection for that you know that in someway they are meant to be involved in your life? I allowed myself those thoughts and so many deeper and more personal fantasies for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted her involved in our relationship and our lives not just for me but for Mr Fun too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr Fun is hijacking this post...&amp;nbsp;It is time to put on our comfy clothes and watch a sappy movie...&amp;nbsp;Probably Notting Hill as it is a favourite of ours. We need a big group hug but all we have is each other right now so that is enough... Happy Easter all...&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and we are rocking the sex challenge this week.. 3 times so far for us and would've been 4 but Mrs Fun was busy without me on Friday lol...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Number One&lt;/strong&gt; – Be extremely good looking. You're kind of already born with this but you can at least join the gym and try to look presentable. Or you'd need to be rich enough to get some serious plastic surgery and if you can afford that then you're likely to be able to pick up anyway as there are always gold digging hotties out there more than willing to steal you hard earned or inherited buckets of cash.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Number Two&lt;/strong&gt; – Write personal messages to each person. Believe it or not we can tell if you have sent us a saved template.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Number Three&lt;/strong&gt; – Be funny and original. &lt;br /&gt;
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Out of the 67 messages I received in my first week of online dating there were only two that I would respond to and both went for the funny option, number three.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's an example of two of my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have an online dating profile and are sending out a hundred messages for every response you get why not give this a shot for a week and see if it goes better. While I may not be interested in either of these men I would have at least responded to say “hey, that was original”. A conversation starter is all you really need. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mrs Fun and I have been so busy lately that we were worried that we might not have anything to publish in time for Wanton Wednesday... That was until ﻿we also realised that we were failing epiclly in the 2.65 sex challenge so these two things combined to inspire not only the camera coming out but also some very intense "kissing" between Mr and Mrs Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I even had a chance to upload any photos or profile information such as age, what I'm looking for and relationship status, messages and flirts started appearing in my inbox. The more we read the more curious we became regarding&amp;nbsp;how many people would contact me through a profile with absolutely no information provided.&lt;br /&gt;
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The experiment was born.&lt;br /&gt;
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One week, horny Men (and Women), and a blank woman's online dating profile.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are our findings: (does that remind anyone else of Law and Order? Nope, just me?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Profile Views: 455&lt;br /&gt;
Number of Messages and Flirts by age and relationship status&lt;br /&gt;
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The most used subject line was "hi" with 17 hits followed by "hey" used 14 times.&lt;br /&gt;
The most times I was contacted by the same user in one week was 10 times!&lt;br /&gt;
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I started to count the amount of times that messages contained obvious spelling mistakes but after reading twelve messages of which ten messages&amp;nbsp;used "u, i, wot, wat, waz&amp;nbsp;and dat"&amp;nbsp;as if they belonged in the English dictionary I gave up. Srsly, r u 4 real peepz?&lt;br /&gt;
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What would happen if the profile actually had content?&lt;br /&gt;
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Over this series of posts I'm going to cover off on the whole experience and with any luck, perhaps some people that have online dating profiles may read it and get some ideas on how to actually get people to respond to their messages, from my experience so far this kind of advice is clearly needed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Part 2 coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;
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So we are not going very well in our 2.65 times per week so far... Especially with me going away for a month in May, we're going to have to do some serious making up for lost time very soon!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mr Fun's random response quite possibly made me snort tea out of my nose this morning to the amusement of my colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Got to love a man who has the right priorities in the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We think that it's great!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a little taste of the post, for the whole thing &lt;a href="http://www.lustandconfused.com/2011/04/where-we-are.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;
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"It was only supposed to be about the fucking. I don't know how I convinced myself that it could be. I fretted before we began, about how I could ever possibly separate sex from emotion. I mean, surely they are two separate things but I was not convinced that, in a daze of post-sex euphoria, I could keep the two from becoming tangled up. Somehow I decided that I could. Somehow I convinced myself that if anyone was going to develop a deeper attachment to another woman, it'd be Arthur. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, he did. And so did I..."&lt;br /&gt;
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- &lt;a href="http://www.lustandconfused.com/"&gt;Lust and Confused&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lust and Confused's girlfriend has a blog too at &lt;span class="blogUrl"&gt;&lt;a dir="ltr" href="http://definingdelilah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc;"&gt;http://definingdelilah.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; but it appears to be invite only and alas... We are not on the guest list for that particular party lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, we know that if you enjoy our blog you'll love their too!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am new to this whole Twitter thing... I know that it has been around forever and people have been happily "tweeting" away at each other for longer than we can remember now (I'm sure if I cared enough I could google when it was founded but honestly it's not that relevant to my post). But I've never really had a reason to be on there until now.&lt;br /&gt;
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As per usual, due largely to&amp;nbsp;my quasi obsessive nature I have been relentlessly twitter stalking people (sorry I think the&amp;nbsp;politically correct term is "following" lol) the things that people "tweet" are often very amusing, especially some of the people that I've been following like the man, Hugh Hefner (he really does have it dialled doesn't he?) he is always tweeting things about the 3 random sexy ladies that came over for movie night at the mansion etc. Then there are examples of people who you might think are leading interesting lives but they really don't tweet anything of interest at all, like Snoop Dogg for instance a cool guy but he rarely tweets and when he does it's things like "it's Tuesday in Australia so smoke some weed" really? Is that all you've got? Hugh Hefner doesn't claim to be a pimp, maybe this is just a case of not needing to talk the talk if you walk the walk lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway I am digressing from what I wanted to talk about in the first place. One person that we stalk is called &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/BaccianNights" target="_blank"&gt;BaccianNights&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;she is&amp;nbsp;her own words an "Adults only 18+ Il. Bi-Female and Off-Premise Swing Club Co-Owner. Parties held at On-Premise club."&amp;nbsp;this in itself is interesting as are the amazing pictures that are on the &lt;a href="http://bacciannights.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tumbler page&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but the thing that interests me the most are that she tweets cool little sex facts all the time like these gems which is what actually prompted this post in the&amp;nbsp;first pace;&lt;br /&gt;
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"1. Greek couples have sex an average of 138 times a year – placing them at the top of the world sex league. Japanese couples have sex just 45 times a year, which puts them in last place.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. 75% of Japanese women own a vibrator. The average worldwide is 47%.&lt;br /&gt;
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If the first one is true - then I fully understand the second one!"&lt;br /&gt;
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- &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/BaccianNights" target="_blank"&gt;Baccian Nights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The funny thing about this and what prompted me to comment is 138 times a year? Really? Now I had never considered myself and Mrs Fun the most sexually active couple in the world by any stretch of the imagination, sure we both love sex&amp;nbsp;and with&amp;nbsp;the busy life we lead &amp;nbsp;and after more than 5 years together we also have the odd slow week but... That's only an average of 2.65 times per week? That's the top country&amp;nbsp;in the world? For couples? Seriously? We're not talking about single people where it stands to reason that they may only have sex on weekends, but couples? In all seriousness Mrs Fun has asked me if our relationship is in trouble if we've only found time for 2.65 times per week lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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So now the real question is... Do we really have sex more than this or do I just think we do? So it's time to start a scorecard for Mrs Fun and Myself, separate play won't be counted as it says couples but it will include any time we share our bed as we are both present.&lt;br /&gt;
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So you'll see in our sidebar we now have a tally with today as the start date wish us luck... I'm sure we can beat those Greeks lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wantonwednesday.dangerouslilly.com/2011/04/12/happy-anniversary-to-wanton-wednesday-52/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epcPKzAelFg/TaUG2nO6G8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/4n57aefW3pE/s1600/WWbutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174065078542179152-2960282508424682965?l=untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2960282508424682965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/wanton-wednesday-265-times-per-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/2960282508424682965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/2960282508424682965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/wanton-wednesday-265-times-per-week.html' title='The 2.65 times per week sexperiment inspired by Twitter and Wanton Wednesday'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRK1r2m5N5Q/TaUFIdisbZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vWZiCCqihWs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-8592622771470248034</id><published>2011-04-12T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:17:43.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geisha Girl ignites the threesome fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1fUfCRVBrI/TaQlm5gw_pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MHi7c8F0Au4/s1600/imagesCASX5V9W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1fUfCRVBrI/TaQlm5gw_pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MHi7c8F0Au4/s1600/imagesCASX5V9W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Three days later and Geisha Girl is still on my mind. One thing we talked about, that above all else replays in my mind, is the discussion we had about a threesome relationship she was involved in over a period of three months.&lt;br /&gt;
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The idea of involving a third person, as an equal player in our relationship for the long term is something Mr Fun and I have discussed in depth. Mr Fun seems to mostly stick to the "oh God yes!" side of the fence (and why wouldn't he), where as I am most often somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since the conversation with Geisha Girl the fire inside of me has been ignited and all I feel is desire. The way she described her experience excites me&amp;nbsp;on a level I don't&amp;nbsp;ever remember feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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The possibility of having another woman that Mr Fun and I can learn, experiment and grow with feels close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;
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Geisha Girl, with two enthusiastic thumbs up, has agreed to a coffee date on Thursday night so stay tuned for how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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When speaking with&amp;nbsp;Mr Fun, Kitten often comments on how badly she wants a repeat performance of our first night together and "why won't Mrs Fun initiate something".&lt;br /&gt;
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With Mrs Fun, Kitten acts flirty until a suggestion or initiation is made and then she runs scared.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OeLslc5Fvw/TaQgU6CnWeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N21Xm5isuBQ/s1600/Message+from+Kitten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OeLslc5Fvw/TaQgU6CnWeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N21Xm5isuBQ/s640/Message+from+Kitten.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that I'm probably reading into the message too much but the fact that she was so interested in hooking up until the moment a time and date was suggested really amuses me. Usually I would just assume that she does actually have to work but as she is&amp;nbsp;coming on a weekend getaway (transportation leaving at 6pm) that night I really&amp;nbsp;find that&amp;nbsp;very hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Where's the foreplay? Ok sure, there is always the obligatory oral sex, but the director skipped all of the seduction, the kissing, that building of intensity, hands running over each others bodies, exploring with touch the things that you can't yet see, then the either urgent, frenzied race to rip each others clothes off or the sensual and slowly seductive process of removing one item of clothing at a time. &lt;br /&gt;
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The cut scene robs the viewer of all of this. Personally I tend to just watch the build up as I find that part sexy to watch, the rest of the scene once they are just naked and having sex is in my opinion not that sexy, sure it's awesome when you're involved but just watching this part is nowhere near as sexy as the lead up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now not all porn is like this... Take this for example:&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one of my current favourite scenes... Not sure of the movie it comes from but I need to find out... I like that the cast is not instantly naked and just down to business, it actually sets the scene a little and the foreplay actually looks sexy instead of just pornish. &lt;br /&gt;
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I especially love the bit where girl 2 slowly unzips girl 1's pants revealing her gstring before slowly sliding her pants down around her ankles, then how she slowly removes her panties, it's so deliberate, unrushed, you can just tell that they're into it not just thinking about their pay check.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youjizz.com/videos/office-sluts-promotion-2166861.html" target="_blank"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to watch the scene courtesy of youjizz.com - Be warned this is X rated and not for viewing if you are under 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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I wasn't exactly sure what to expect -&amp;nbsp;a group may&amp;nbsp;say that they are exclusive but their idea of exclusive and my idea of exclusive may be&amp;nbsp;on completely different ends of the spectrum. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not sure if you guys have ever been on a blind date but that is exactly what these meet and greets are like; I walked into&amp;nbsp;a bar and saw&amp;nbsp;two gorgeous women, both with long dark hair and dresses that&amp;nbsp;hugged all the right places and all I could think to myself was "please god, let that be who I'm meeting". Luckily for me these two beautiful women along with four others were to be my company for the evening. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't want to be too forward or presumptuous but I possibly met the girl love of my life. A beautiful mysterious Geisha Girl, swoon. I'm joking, sort of, but I am quite smitten.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I'm an easy read when it comes to women I'm attracted too, Mr Fun will often point out a girl and say "she's your type" and be right on the money.&amp;nbsp;Usually the woman I find most attractive in a room is not the most typically beautiful woman but the one with&amp;nbsp;character and substance. I want a woman with intelligence, someone who you can hold a conversation with. I want a woman who wears thigh highs and suspenders under her dress rather than a mini skirt that shows everything. I want a teacher and a student, someone to learn from and someone who is willing to learn. Too much to ask? &lt;br /&gt;
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Writing that feels somewhat amusing as Mr Fun often jokes that I'm attracted to myself. It seems that the women I go for are often very similar to myself; that being said I wouldn't really&amp;nbsp;consider myself any of these things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am obviously aware that I am what is considered attractive, I get attention from the opposite sex (and the same sex too) and I've never had to worry about being rejected. That being said I don't really consider myself sexy, I think I'm what you would call&amp;nbsp;cute. I so want to be sexy but I get the unfortunate reaction when people see my photo's that "I look innocent". Oh how I want to be sexy!&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I got off topic there, wink. Geisha Girl was everything I want in a women. Since relocating to this state eight months ago&amp;nbsp;I've only met three women that I've felt a spark with; Geisha Girl and two others, who I now consider friends,&amp;nbsp;that are very happy in other relationships (boo!). I will confess that with the other&amp;nbsp;women the attraction and spark was immediate the second that we were introduced and our eyes locked. I imagine that the spark I felt is what they refer to when they talk about love at first site. &lt;br /&gt;
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Geisha Girls spark built up from an ember to a burning blaze. The more I spoke to her, the more I wanted to know and the more excited I become regarding the possibility of her being somehow involved in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love a women with class, I want someone who whispers in my ear "have you ever used a strap on with another women" rather than the one who loudly declares to a man looking at her, "I'm here for the women".&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh Geisha Girl, how I want thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174065078542179152-1323808462525928528?l=untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/1323808462525928528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/mrs-fun-loves-herself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/1323808462525928528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/1323808462525928528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/mrs-fun-loves-herself.html' title='Mrs Fun loves herself'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LcIFsBRc74/TaG4V_VHiLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VZ9HOaxNLf8/s72-c/cocktails+event.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-243923937128552089</id><published>2011-04-10T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:52:03.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a man a shovel and he'll dig to China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kunESwPeiCk/TaEo5LoMipI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pKiYkiRrdiY/s1600/imagesCA6T1H0P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kunESwPeiCk/TaEo5LoMipI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pKiYkiRrdiY/s1600/imagesCA6T1H0P.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever felt like there was an invisible barrier between yourself and your partner? Like some invisible little munchkin had snuck into your home and built an invisible wall on wheels that they were wheeling around the house to make sure that you couldn't touch each other?&lt;br /&gt;
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That's how I felt last night, I'm not sure exactly what caused the wall to get built exactly but once it went up I just couldn't seem to break through it. The worst feeling with this wall is when you get into bed. You lie close to your partner not touching and it truly feels like you are lying flush against it and try as hard as you might you just can't move to reach out and touch them. All that it takes to tear down the wall is for your partner to reach across and touch you, however sometimes I don't think that they realise that the wall is there so you get left feeling trapped by it instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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You may be wondering what caused this wall between Mrs Fun and Myself last night and to be honest it was nothing. A series of misunderstandings and a result of me having been left to my own devices for the whole night so that I was feeling a little lonely when Mrs Fun came back and most likely over sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;
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We ended up in an argument over something that is not even an issue, but I had taken a firm grasp on my shovel and was determined to keep on digging deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you may know Mrs Fun went out last night to a ladies only meet and greet which I was so pumped about and while she had only planned to stay out for a couple of hours she stayed much later as she had made friends with a lovely young lady which is great as that was the point of going in the first place. Before you ask, yes she got her number lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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When she got home she was so happy and wanted to tell me all about it and I wanted to hear all about it, but she mentioned one thing that just really made me incredibly mad for some reason. Apparently one of the ladies there had said that it was ok for women to have sex with each other because it was something that their partner couldn't give them and they way Mrs Fun said it seemed like she agreed with this assessment of the situation. Now this may seem on the surface to be true, sure a man is not a woman therefore it is different, but in my opinion the only reason it is ok to have sex with another person when you are in a relationship is because it is ok with your partner, your partner needs to feel like they have a say in it or what's the point in being in a relationship? I really think that it is important to give your partner the power to make that decision, if you take that power away from them then essentially you are a single person that sleeps with their room mate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, because this comment had made me annoyed I of course told her my opinion on the matter and more forcefully than necessary which resulted in us both becoming defensive and basically I ruined what should have been a sexy discussion and rest of the evening. It instead turned into a discussion on our rules and I managed to make myself look like a jealous idiot when I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not a jealous person if I feel like I have power over a situation. I am not jealous of Mrs Fun wanting to have sex with another woman with or without me, I am not jealous of her having sex with another woman without me. What I am jealous of is that she is having sex or people are wanting to have sex with her and I'm not getting any lol. I don't feel left out or hurt, just left wondering... Where's mine? It's outside our rules for me to invite Kitten over in this situation so it does leave you questioning the fairness of the rules.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this is where I stand at the end of the day. I feel like an idiot for bursting Mrs Fun's bubble last night as I was so happy that she had a good time. I want her to feel comfortable going out and doing all the things that I have always told her I am comfortable with. I wish I could take back all of the stupid things I said, I know already that Mrs Fun respects our relationship and there was no need for me to go on and on about my rules for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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In short. Mrs Fun I am a dickhead and I am Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkLfvSB-GPM/TaCJq3_nLBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7lLdNI3KO9o/s1600/MrFun.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkLfvSB-GPM/TaCJq3_nLBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7lLdNI3KO9o/s1600/MrFun.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174065078542179152-243923937128552089?l=untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/243923937128552089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-man-shovel-and-hell-dig-to-china.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/243923937128552089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/243923937128552089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-man-shovel-and-hell-dig-to-china.html' title='Give a man a shovel and he&apos;ll dig to China'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kunESwPeiCk/TaEo5LoMipI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pKiYkiRrdiY/s72-c/imagesCA6T1H0P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-5125387566876733249</id><published>2011-04-10T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:22:14.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Fit For a King!</title><content type='html'>For as long as I can remember I have wanted a king size bed... I think when I was a teenager it used to say to me you are a real stud if you need to have a king size bed... As if the ladies would just throw themselves at my feet if I got one lol... Which is quite daft as I lost my virginity on the lounge room floor at my parents house and the next few times after that was on my single bed in my room... In fact the biggest bed in my parents house was their queen sized bed and the closest I got to having sex on that was on the floor beside it so&amp;nbsp; clearly my teenage ideas were stupid (oddly)... Anyway I digress... &lt;br /&gt;
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The point is, I still wanted one, not to prove how much of a stud I am, but because really it's just awesome and I suppose practically it makes sense as we do entertain a third person in our bed from time to time so it gives us more playing and cuddling room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway... Who cares what the reason is... At the end of the day we needed a new bed and we got a bloody massive one with possible the most comfortable mattress ever made in the universe!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have included a picture of Mrs Fun&amp;nbsp;on the awesome new&amp;nbsp;bed (I put the pictures at the end so you wouldn't get distracted by them and miss my great post lol...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Fun's comments in italics - Do you know what sweetheart, I never knew how/where you lost your vaginity..&amp;nbsp;I do remember having sex in that same lounge room&amp;nbsp;not long after meeting, I also remember&amp;nbsp;having to run mid fuck to your bedroom on the surprise arrival of your parents, wink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174065078542179152-5125387566876733249?l=untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5125387566876733249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/bed-fit-for-king.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/5125387566876733249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/5125387566876733249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/04/bed-fit-for-king.html' title='Bed Fit For a King!'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJOq3jZtsBM/TaCJzdnNgmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Vq-w8arVx3Q/s72-c/Bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-8847319261950751431</id><published>2011-04-09T12:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:36:21.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pash Party Review</title><content type='html'>Do you know what sucks? Bad reviews..&lt;br /&gt;
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A few weeks ago I decided to throw a &lt;a href="http://pashparties.com.au/public/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Pash Party&lt;/a&gt; for myself and my girlfriends. If you haven't heard of Pash before the are pretty similar to Tupperware except they sell lingerie, sex toys and a range of body products. In all honesty I was considering becoming a consultant and before I signed the dotted line I wanted to see for&amp;nbsp;myself the quality of products. I'm going to move straight on to the good, the bad and the ugly because it pretty much spells out my feelings on the evening. As I made no sex toy purchases during the evening my review mainly focuses on lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Good:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- A Pash consultant visits your home and delivers directly to your door. There's no need to leave the house or visit any sex stores.&lt;br /&gt;
- If you've never bought a sex toy before or have no idea what you are looking for having someone come to your home that can give you advice is very useful. They also allow you to try the products (they recommend using the tip of your nose) to feel the vibrations so you get a better idea of whether a product will work for you.&lt;br /&gt;
-Pash can be quite social. You can have as large or as small of a group as you like and in the comfort of your own home you can have a few glasses of wine to loosen up before the whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Bad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- The majority of Pash's lingerie sizes only come in the small, medium, large or extra large range with no option to mix tops and bottoms. If you are quite busty but very thin it is unlikely that you will find something that will work for you. Another problem with this is that if you are unable to try a product on you very easily can fall between size ranges making it difficult to get a good fit. I bought a medium on the advice of the consultant and it is way to big, (I'm a 10C-D with a size 10&amp;nbsp;(rarely 12 bottom)).&lt;br /&gt;
- It's unlikely that consultants will have more than one size in each product and as such you will most likely be unable to try a product on.&lt;br /&gt;
- All bra's come with matching underwear which is great but you are unable to choose between a brief or a g-string. I only wear g-strings (clearly the sexiest choice, wink) so I found this pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;
- I don't think any of the bra's were padded. I bought three sets of lingerie and none are padded.&lt;br /&gt;
- After being advised the parcel would arrive within a week and a half it took three weeks to arrive. I wouldn't have minded but at the week and a half mark&amp;nbsp;I started rushing home from work so I could make it to the post office to sign for the package. It was annoying coming home to an empty mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;- The consultant arrived 30 minutes late with no apology leaving my guests waiting. I expected her to be set up by the time the guests arrived not sitting around waiting for her to turn up&lt;br /&gt;
- The product quality was disappointing to say the least. The lingerie I purchased was not available on the night and was picked directly from the catalogue. For the price you pay ($300 for three pairs of knickers and three&amp;nbsp;bra's) I expected better than what arrived. I would be happy to pay more for lingerie but I expect to get my moneys worth. If you are the type of woman who wears cotton knickers on a daily basis and the lingerie you are purchasing is an occasional treat you may love the product, but for somebody who has a shit tin of lingerie it wasn't up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;
- One of my items actually didn't arrive (of course the one I wanted most). You can imagine how happy I was what my package arrived after waiting for so long and everything was either crap, didn't fit or never arrived.. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The wrap up:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want this to come across the wrong way but I am too young (or dress too young) for Pash. In my mind I see pash as a great product for Mum's who are buying something special for a night away from the kids. Maybe if the consultant arrived on time and the package arrived when expected I would have had a better overall experience but I can honestly say I have no desire to become a consultant or attend or host a party again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;3 and a half&amp;nbsp;out of 10 &lt;br /&gt;
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I have a friend who I'll call "Special K" as Mrs Fun and I think he's really a great guy but are sure he has a mild form of Autism or something as his social skills are often a bit... Special lol. Special K randomly called me tonight for a bit of a chat which is not unusual these days as he now lives in a different state and likes to keep in touch, which he is better at than me I will admit. The conversation went pretty much as per usual with him asking about my work, me asking about his, talking about his wedding planning and his frequent flier miles (his fiance and him have to travel a lot as they live in different states and both travel constantly for work, they almost don't have a home in some ways). The conversation while possibly a bit on the strange side if you read an actual transcript of it was very normal for us right up until he dropped this into the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Special K&lt;/strong&gt; "I actually called because I needed a bot of your expert advice on something...."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; "Ok, how can I help mate?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Special K&lt;/strong&gt; " You know how you mentioned a while ago about you had some.... Issues... With your.... ummmm.... Downstairs region.... Ummm... Well... Ummm"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; "You mean my circumcision?"&lt;br /&gt;
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and we're off lol... From here we launched into a conversation on the pros and cons of circumcision, how much it hurt, why I had mine done, if I think he should do it.... Man I pretty much have a full medical history of Special K now lol... He was really open about it once he got the ball rolling and, like what I found myself, once that seemingly embarrassing medical issues is on the table it's not really that embarrassing after all. I was so glad that because I always take the opportunity to tell people of my experiences that he felt like he could come to me for advice when he was in a similar situation. Overall it was the most "normal" conversation that I have ever had with Special K and we spent the whole time talking to each other openly about our penises... He told me about how he has always had issues retracting his foreskin and it has been getting worse and that sex with his fiance is sometimes uncomfortable, I told him when I injured my foreskin I couldn't retract it at all so had to sit down to pee or risk pissing all over myself and yes it did happen to me before I bit the bullet and sat.&lt;br /&gt;
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The conversation lasted about an hour all up and while the whole thing was quite amusing I think it brings an important lesson to light, the lesson is that we all (men especially) need to be open with our friends and family about our experiences so we can all help each other and be less embarrassed by our health issues. I know that when I first told someone that I had torn my foreskin during sex they said "no way! Me too, I thought I was the only one that had happened to!" and it turns out that nearly every guy that I have ever talked to that has a foreskin has torn it either during sex or masturbation. Health issues are really no big deal you are not alone. Chances are if it's happened to you it's happened to at least one other person you know and your doctor has certainly seen it all before and is just there to help. So don't be embarrassed to see your doctor about that weird zit thing near your anus or the lump in your testicle, at the end of the day it's not that bad, you can take a day off work with the doctors certificate you get and it may just save your life!&lt;br /&gt;
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PS your doctor might be a hot lady (this happened to me with a penis issue once, interesting lol)&lt;br /&gt;
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These three lovely people have been living together happily in a poly relationship since 2008! We will try to ask as many questions as we can to help understand the dynamic of their relationship/s and also their hugely successful club.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stay tuned for this revealing interview which will provide a great insight into how truly normal these types of relationships are and maybe with any luck we can slowly but surely dispel the bad wrap that those crazy religious types have given to relationships between multiple partners, maybe we can all realise that not&amp;nbsp;only can Hugh Hefner have several girlfriends and be happy, but you too could have two or more girlfriends or boyfriends. Now I'm not saying that you should do this for the sake of doing it, but staying open to the possibilities in life makes it all more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;
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I love sex, I love my husband, and I really love our brand new King Sized bed; but loving all of that stuff does not make sex happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last year a colleague told me that he only has sex with his girlfriend on the weekends. I was so far away from this point that I saw it as a reflection on the platonic nature between him and his girlfriend. "I'll never be like that" I said to myself, "Mr Fun and I love sex to much". But here we are, exhausted out of our brains from working all week, exercising, and our many social commitments. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I hop into bed at night I want to sleep, I keep thinking of that alarm that's going to go off in X amount of hours and while I want to have sex and&amp;nbsp;be intimate it's hard to be "in the moment".&lt;br /&gt;
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I've actually become concerned that my birth control and what not has killed my libido. Mr Fun will vouch for me on this one, there is no way that&amp;nbsp;this time last year, I would not harass Mr. Fun for sex before bed every.single.night. I've never been the type of women to say no to sex (I don't even think I have), but lately I just.. can't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;
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What doesn't help is our friend with benefits with no benefits. She comes over, eats or food and drinks our booze, climbs into our bed.. and goes to effing sleep. Seriously? If we are just friends sleep in the other room so I can have sex with Mr Fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr Fun tells me that she's not sure if I want things to continue as they begun&amp;nbsp;and that I need to be more forward but then it comes back to the point that I just can't be bothered. Saying that feels horrid. I want to be bothered, I want to seize the opportunity we have with her but I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because I'm a woman&amp;nbsp; (and a nutcase) I start thinking again and I ask myself if I can't be bother making an effort because I just don't like her or if there are other reasons. It's hard when there is a third person involved. How do I explain to Mr Fun why I can't be bothered when there's no reason. It's&amp;nbsp;not that I&amp;nbsp;don't like her when I don't have any reason not too. It's not that I don't find her attractive or that I don't want to share Mr Fun, this stuff is all fine with me. I just feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Very confusing for someone like me. But who knows, I might feel completely different tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mr Fun's comments in italics&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Smile, my beautiful lady... We both know that from time to time we have weeks where Mr and Mrs Fun seem to have lost their.... Well, FUN...&amp;nbsp; It has never really been for more than a few days at a time and everyone goes through little ups and downs in life... Modern life is stressful and being as fun loving and social as we are we often make ourselves very time poor and over tired and our new bed is soooooooo comfortable lol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;At the end of the day just holding you in my arms, asking, "comfy?" then saying "good night beautiful" as I do every night before drifting off to sleep in each others embrace is more than enough for this humble guy... The extra awesome sex that we usually have pretty much every day is one of the many bonuses in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;On a side note I found this &lt;a href="http://blisstree.com/live/how-to-fix-your-sex-problems-in-two-minutes/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to a time poor solution when I was looking for a picture for our post, this concept is not new to us and I think we do try to do this anyway... The thing that I was intrigued by was how the article off handedly mentions polyamorous relationships as just being a type of modern relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Anyway I digress...&amp;nbsp; In short, we are still hot for each other and my dear you can rest assured that you are still hot for the ladies, I saw you make that waitress blush on Tuesday night wink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Number One - How great is Mr Fun's arse? Pretty great me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;
Number Two - When spanking for the first time ever with someone who does not like any kind of rough housing towards them, how hard is too hard? I think I went a bit hard. I was trying to be sexy giving a little slap to Mr Fun's naked arse but in his opinion my little slap was not so little..&lt;br /&gt;
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Is he just being a pussy? The hand print was quite swollen but is that normal? I'm really not that tough...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mr Fun's comments in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;italics...&lt;/strong&gt; For the record I was lying face down on the bed minding my own business and Mrs Fun snuck into the room and WHAM! Next thing I know I have a raised imprint of her hand on my right butt cheek...&amp;nbsp; It's not like we were in the throws of passion and she got a little wild...&amp;nbsp; It was basically an ambush style sneak attack...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Amidst me advising her that she is the worst lesbian ever (she is now onto her 5th guy with no women in between, Mrs Fun even commented that she was a better lesbian than her lol) and to be careful as the guy that she is seeing is separating from his wife and they have a baby and while I know this guy and he is great guy... Well really it's all there for you to see the issues lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now where was I (note how easily I get sidetracked)... Oh yes... She was asking me about the dynamic of a three way relationship like I am an expert or something lol. I gave her my idea of how it works and she thought it was brilliant, saying that I should take notes and write an instructional book or something&amp;nbsp;so I thought that I might share my advice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it's as simple as this, if you put yourself last, both physically and emotionally you will benefit the most. Now hear me out on this and it will start to make sense. If you put your significant other first, then your special friend and then treat yourself as the third wheel both other people will get all that they need and want without feeling left out or like the third wheel, and at the same time they will be doing the same for you. If they put they other two people first and second in any order and treat themselves as the third wheel then no one actually becomes the third wheel, no one is left out as at all times at least on person is putting your needs ahead of their own. This concept I believe works both in and out of the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in short, the absence of selfishness leads to the ultimate fulfillment, or... Be selfish by being selfless and get what you want while making others happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now to bed... Mrs Fun is in there and I'm not...&amp;nbsp; What the?&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I start today's post I'm going to cover off on a couple of things... &lt;br /&gt;
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1. You may have noticed that we have referred to new girl a in a few posts and we have decided that she has been around long enough and seems to be a recurring character in this chapter of our life's story so we are going to name her for the purposes of blog land... So from here on out she will be know as Kitten (Mrs Fun's idea).&lt;br /&gt;
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2. There has been a little bit of tension between the three of us over the past couple of weeks due to an offhand comment by Kitten that Mrs Fun was upset by (and rightly so).&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok so that's the background to this post... Now to the issue that I'd like to cover off on today... Jealousy. It might strike you as a strange topic for the Mr to write about in a situation like we are in (my wife and myself sharing our bed/life with another woman) but it is an issue that I think I need to clear up from my side and explain to what extent I understand it from the other two people's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mrs Fun has previously told me that she feels concerned that she may lose me to another woman if we allow too close of a bond to develop, this concern was then amplified by Kitten's comment and after Mrs Fun and I had a long talk on the subject we came up with some rules for me to follow while she decided if we were going to continue to see Kitten or not. The main theme of the rules is that I basically am treating her exactly the same as any other friend of ours instead of sharing in anything intimate unless instigated by Mrs Fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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This all made perfect sense after the events of the other week, however as time marches on not much has changed and was starting to wonder where I fit into the picture.The issue that I have been experiencing is that I feel like I am only allowed to be a bystander to an extent. It is seeming that Mrs Fun gets to decide what is going on rather than us deciding together. Now it may seem to make sense to you that Mrs Fun would be the main decision maker as from the outside looking in it might seem that I am getting the best deal out of all of this, so in order to clear up that misconception I might try to explain our dynamic a little.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mrs Fun is Bi, I am not. The way I (and I think we) see it is that we are sharing experiences together with people that we are both attracted to so to partner swap for us would be a totally different concept as we would no longer be doing something together it would be separate and to add another guy instead would also be a different dynamic as I am not attracted to men so only Mrs Fun would get anything out of it so again, whilst closer to a shared experience, it would still technically be all about just one of us instead of both. I'm not sure if I explained that very well or not but I suppose only we have to get it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mrs Fun and I had a big chat about what is going on and how I was starting to feel left out and she took on board all of my points as she always does and we are now both making an effort to ensure that we all feel included, Kitten included as I pointed out to Mrs Fun she doesn't share in the luxury of talking things out as we haven't included her in these types of discussions at this point as we're not sure if she needs a place in those discussions, though I do try my best to be considerate of her as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think that my main issue has been feeling jealous of Mrs Fun's decision making power, even though I am the one that gave it to her in a way. I think in the beginning it was my way of ensuring that I wasn't accidentally forcing her into something that she didn't want to do, but as our situation evolves it has become more important to me to have a more equal say. Mrs Fun's main issue has been concern of Kitten's intentions and Kitten's main issue is the lack of communication from us so she doesn't know where she stands.&lt;br /&gt;
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So. I guess the main point of my pointless post is that we have come to the conclusion that we need to be considerate of each others feelings but not to the point where we miss out on taking an active part in our major relationship decisions and that we need to keep Kitten in the loop a little so that she doesn't feel too left out of things that concern her as well and from here hopefully we are back on track to have some fun! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i1osloQofmI/TYiKAbIad7I/AAAAAAAAADc/yXzgho3PMBE/s1600/voodoo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i1osloQofmI/TYiKAbIad7I/AAAAAAAAADc/yXzgho3PMBE/s200/voodoo.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Venue: The Voodoo Lounge Perth WA - 174 James Street NorthBridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevoodoolounge.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Check out their website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Fun on Voodoo Lounge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- I thought the joint was very female friendly. In the past when visiting strip clubs I've been the only woman who wasn't working, (some one once did&amp;nbsp;get me confused for a stripper&amp;nbsp;and he was very embarrassed when he realised). There were so many woman that Mr Fun actually commented on not being sure who he was "allowed" to look at..&lt;br /&gt;
- The Voodoo Lounge&amp;nbsp;had a lot of staff working and from what I could&amp;nbsp;see the place was fairly clean (although I didn't visit the ladies room). The staff were very regular with&amp;nbsp;clearing glasses each time&amp;nbsp;asking if you wanted the drink replaced rather than having to go to the bar constantly.&lt;br /&gt;
- This strip club had the biggest variety of women I've seem. There was pretty much someone for everyone whether you wanted a pinup, a tattooed lass, someone on the larger side of life or my personal favourite the athletic (with big boobs) variety. I thought it was great that they cater for every audience.&lt;br /&gt;
- The show put on for the bucks was hilarious. I loved that they pulled down his pants for the audience and whipped his arse with his belt over and over again. I also loved that the friends of the bucks actually attached a massive ball and chain to his ankle to carry around all night. Good quality.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Average:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- None of the girls asked Mr Fun&amp;nbsp;or I if we wanted a&amp;nbsp;private dance. That being said it was very, very busy and I have a feeling that if we went on a quieter night the girls would have been more receptive to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Bad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- We had to line up for about 30 minutes to get inside! I'm not kidding! Pretty ridiculous. When it says they open at 8:30pm, don't think it's too early and go at 10pm (or you can call ahead and be added to a door list)&lt;br /&gt;
- Mr Fun and I pretty much always&amp;nbsp;organise a bar tab when we go out for the night so that we don't have to carry&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;lot&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;cash with us. This was definitely the worst bar tab I've seen. Each time a drink was ordered we actually had to sign a receipt to approve it. What a pain in the arse! Plus the&amp;nbsp;bar tab card was a piece of paper&amp;nbsp;ripped off of a notepad!&lt;br /&gt;
- Ladies had to pay&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Fun's wrap up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sexy women, friendly (and sexy) staff and a great venue.. I prefer a quieter location so if Voodoo Lounge was more of a hidden gem I would have rated this a lot higher but once I&amp;nbsp;finally got inside I was glad to have visited!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Fun's Verdict&lt;/strong&gt; - 7 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mr Fun on Voodoo Lounge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok so just for a little background Mrs Fun and I both have a very strong affinity with one particular place in Melbourne Victoria as we enjoyed a very memorable night there so perhaps our opinions are a little skewed because we had such a great night there... This being said really an exotic dancers job is to make people feel like their fantasies are being fulfilled so it shouldn't matter if the venue / dancers are up to the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Good:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- I have never been in a club where there were so many women. There was a club on the Gold Coast in QLD that claimed to be lady friendly, but this place delivers on that claim.&lt;br /&gt;
- The staff were all very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;
- The place didn't feel seedy, even out the front in the line it felt more like lining up to get into a nightclub so we weren't looking around feeling embarrassed to be waiting to get into a strip club.&lt;br /&gt;
- Inside the venue was pretty cool, at least what I could see through the massive crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
- Wide variety of ladies, from bomb shell to rocker, from glamour to emo and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Average:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- None of the girls that worked there talked to us...&amp;nbsp; We go quite a few smiles but really the place was packed so no real surprise, and we often get overlooked as a couple in a strip club anyway as I think the girls aren't sure if they should try to sell us a dance which is funny as Mrs Fun is always itching to throw our hard earned cash at the lovely ladies lol.&lt;br /&gt;
- It was one of those places where you had to buy tipping dollars, now I don't really have a problem with this in theory but at the same time I prefer to just watch the girl put on a show and if she impresses me I will pay for a dance.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The Bad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- The line out the front... Now I just hate lines in general so probably not really a massive deal to most.&lt;br /&gt;
-The tab... Guys, figure it out, you get a tab to make ordering a drink easy for the customer not the bar tender, as in when a waitress walks past can I get another drink on my tab... Not have the waitress ask if you want a drink and say sorry I have a tab so I have to go to the bar and sign. Seriously not a winner on that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mr Fun's Wrap Up:&lt;/strong&gt; A great place to take your wife or girlfriend if she's a little curious about what goes on at these places, she won't feel out of place or like she's the star attraction. Perfect venue if you like your ladies a little alternative. Not the place to go if your lady likes to feel like she's a rebel for being there or if you prefer your women a little more playboy centre fold than pinup. Sometimes sleaze is good but this place really does deliver on all of its promises and is worth a look if you've never been, it is doing a great job in making sexy mainstream like it should be!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Mr Fun's Verdict&lt;/strong&gt; -&amp;nbsp;8 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week while I was at a comedy show with my girlfriends I had a hilarious high school flash back of my 16 year old high school bestfriend making a drunken confession about getting porn stuck in her Dad's video player. (Has it really be that long that I can't actually remember what "video players" used to be called?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently upon stumbling across her Dad's porn collection she grew curious and decided she would watch one of his tapes and see what it was all about. After watching for a while she realises that she better put the tape back exactly as she had found it before her Dad arrives home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As she tries to eject the tape she realises that the tape ribbon is stuck and she can't get it out! She gets a knife and tries to wedge it out, but no matter what she tries the tape is not coming out. Eventually she comes to the conclusion that she is going to have to tell her Dad that his porn is stuck in the tape player.&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine your 16 year old daughter telling you that she has jammed porn in the tape player. Apparently she did a good job of it too as they did have to buy a new video player.&lt;br /&gt;
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It did get me thinking about embarrassing things that happen to women that are almost expected from men.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd love to hear some of your embarrassing stories!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;(Mr Fun's Comments in italics) - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the real point to ponder in this story, aside from it proving that 1. girls are just as guilty as guys of this sort of behaviour and 2. the VCR always seemed to know when it was porn being viewed by a minor and seemed to think that it was it's civic duty to eat the tape just so you got caught...&amp;nbsp; Where was I? Oh yes, the real point to ponder is, do we really think that Mrs Fun's little friend was just innocently watching this video or was there a little more to this embarrassing story that she didn't share...&amp;nbsp; ie, were her palms hairy? lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now this is absolutely hilarious to us now but at the time it was plain and simple traumatising, it was still painful to walk on our wedding day the following Saturday (lol!).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I am happy to report that anal sex and I, one and a half years after this traumatic experience, have managed to repair our friendship. Enter applause and extreme enthusiasm (!!!!!!!)..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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It's obviously a pretty big deal to me lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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I honestly cannot even say what was different about the last few times we tried to all the other attempts but I suddenly love it! Maybe we "warmed up" a little more, maybe our lube is better.. I have no idea but it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I paused during sex to lube up Mr Fun's&amp;nbsp;penis so I could lower myself onto his cock, I can't even begin to tell you how aroused writing that is making me with the flashbacks of last night popping into my head. The combination of cock pumping arse while clitoris is being played with pretty much resulted in an immediate orgasm. I feel like I'm going to orgasm right now writing this and I'm not even touching myself.. So amazing..&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I may have to go wake Mr Fun up for a repeat performance. If your struggling with anal sex not working for you, don't give up, when you finally find what works you won't look back.. (unless you want to watch of course).&lt;br /&gt;
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(Mr Fun's comments in italics)&lt;em&gt; In my defence I truly had no idea that I had accidentally slipped into your back door entrance that night my dear... You were so wet and I was doing my very best porn star hard pumping impression that it just slipped on in and i kept on pumping. I thought that you'd been stung by a bee or something lol. It was quite a change from rampant fucking to me timidly knocking on the locked bathroom door trying to ascertain if you were ok and if I had somehow hurt you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Also every other time, apart from that fateful night, that we have experimented with anal play I have let Mrs Fun take the lead, I might lube her right up with spit when I am going down on her and play with the entrance with my pinkie finger and if she felt receptive to it she would provide the pressure for it to enter. It is important for a man to be very patient with his partner when experimenting with anal sex, to use lube (as there is no natural lube in there) and to demonstrate how trustworthy you are. She needs to know that you won't get too excited and rush and hurt her and that she can stop anytime if you end up on the wrong side of that fine line between pleasure and pain that the &lt;span class="tl"&gt;&lt;a class="l" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divinyls" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','','3','AFQjCNEcCtDZyoJZ0aihlayacI_Y-nSduw','','0CDcQFjAC')"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2200c1;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divinyls&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sing about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="tl"&gt;In short boys, if you are a patient and respectful lover, if you are open and honest, if you remember that your lover is both&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;goddess to be worshipped and a&amp;nbsp;porn slut to fucked and you learn to tell the difference when&amp;nbsp;either of those is appropriate... Then not only will&amp;nbsp;you will prove yourself trustworthy enough for your lady to truly let her hair down, but then&amp;nbsp;then my friend, then you will have that rock star sex life with you lady that you've always dreamed about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;PS my love... I'm glad that you are enjoying anal sex now, it does add yet another sexy element to our ever growing bag of sexy tricks wink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174065078542179152-5151596641703641442?l=untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5151596641703641442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/03/anal-sex-my-nemesis-turned-bff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/5151596641703641442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/5151596641703641442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/03/anal-sex-my-nemesis-turned-bff.html' title='Anal Sex, my Nemesis turned BFF'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TZcEJbEZK30/TYV8s0jGQAI/AAAAAAAAADU/3jzn1KduVuM/s72-c/imagesCA6YLOOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-6687245613279390486</id><published>2011-03-16T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:33:53.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deflowering a Lesbian Virgin</title><content type='html'>This afternoon when I snuck home from work to get our car serviced I decided to follow &lt;a href="http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/p/mr-funs-favourite-links.html"&gt;Mr. Fun's advice&lt;/a&gt; and do something that I don't usually do. &lt;br /&gt;
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I would say that I'm pretty fond of good old masturbation but usually when doing the deed I conjure up some sexy images to take me to O town rather than watching porn. It's not that I don't think porn is sexy it just seems like a bit of a hassle&amp;nbsp;to flick through video's until you find something you like. Today&amp;nbsp;though,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;partook in a little self pleasuring&amp;nbsp;to some lovely school girl lesbian porn from &lt;a href="http://www.youjizz.com/"&gt;http://www.youjizz.com/&lt;/a&gt; with my favourite sex toy (I'll be reviewing this soon). &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In the interest of&amp;nbsp;honesty I had already had an orgasm before they had even started touching each other.&amp;nbsp;I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed by this or not but I do think that I'm such&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;typical woman - aroused by the storyline rather than the sex. I know that&amp;nbsp;Mr. Fun&amp;nbsp;flicks to the "sexy bits", but I quite liked the anticipation of watching the girls find the courage to experiment with each other. Very sexy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Mr Fun's comments in italics) &lt;em&gt;HEY! That's so not true! I&amp;nbsp;only told you on Monday night&amp;nbsp;just after we&amp;nbsp;made love in&amp;nbsp;at the kitchen table while I showed you youjizz.com my favourite&amp;nbsp;parts of movies are when they are&amp;nbsp;dressed sexily and they take their time undressing each other, with a lot of kissing and foreplay while clothed and undressing each other... Once&amp;nbsp;they're naked and just&amp;nbsp;"fucking" the porn is kind of boring because they're in that moment not me, the other parts all feel like seduction and it appeals more to my inner perv,&amp;nbsp;I much prefer to enjoy all of the effort a woman goes through to look sexy,&amp;nbsp;hike up&amp;nbsp;the dress that she painstakingly picked out to look hot for you instead of just leaving it in a pile on the floor without even appreciating it. Pull her sexy panties aside, that she put on to excite you&amp;nbsp;so you maintain some sense&amp;nbsp;that there is still more of this beautiful woman to discover. Now where was I? Oh yes...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Porn... I'm off to watch some lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/174065078542179152-6687245613279390486?l=untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6687245613279390486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/03/deflowering-lesbian-virgin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/6687245613279390486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/174065078542179152/posts/default/6687245613279390486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/03/deflowering-lesbian-virgin.html' title='Deflowering a Lesbian Virgin'/><author><name>Until Death do us Party</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08946377355664315014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3WvyS5ZysU/TX4MxW-FtdI/AAAAAAAAACg/a6ai_zDx-gY/s220/imagesCAD6OF4T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eD1BmgRQ8QU/TYCJ9kSNQlI/AAAAAAAAADM/8o4PWJTDfl0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174065078542179152.post-7122973299966471439</id><published>2011-03-15T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:22:37.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Porn</title><content type='html'>Porn is not something that Mr Fun and I have shared before. I'm a sexual woman, I'm experimental, but for some reason porn has always seemed somewhat private to me. Mr Fun and I can discuss porn; if he sees something I will like he will save it to show me, but we've never been the type of couple that has porn playing in the background while we have sex.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes while Mr Fun is working on the computer I like to climb in behind him for a cuddle. Our chairs aren't that big and while I think I have an amazing talent of squeezing myself into small spaces it usually results in Mr Fun hanging on to the chair (or bed) for dear life. I love wrapping my arms around Mr Fun from behind, I don't think we've mentioned how absolutely fit and muscly he is! (I may have to sneak a little picture for you to see). Sometimes it's nice to be the big spoon, to be the one doing the loving.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry I got a little distracted by his awesomeness.. I'm not sure what exactly started it, I wasn't feeling particularly horny or "try something newish", but the next thing I know I'm rubbing Mr Fun's cock and suggesting that he show me some porn he likes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr Fun then inserts two very romantic comments&lt;br /&gt;
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1 - If you are going to do that, can you use&amp;nbsp;some lube? and&lt;br /&gt;
2 - Wow I need you here every time I do this. It's so much easier to search with two hands.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lovely dear, smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things I thought were nice was that he talked me through the porn he liked, "look how sexy this bit is, see how slowly she undresses her, exposing her lingerie bit by bit", and checked that it was something I would like, finding girl on girl "tasteful porn".&lt;br /&gt;
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It's funny learning about the type of porn he searches for, three girls, promotion porn, secretaries, Italian threesome. Each of these searches contained things he had seen before that he thought would turn me on. I will admit that when I first saw the promotion porn search&amp;nbsp;the thought that went through my head was "does he want to sleep with someone from work" ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;
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At one point or another it got too much to watch and I rested on Mr Fun's back looking away, listening to sex sounds in the background while&amp;nbsp;Mr Fun massaged my dripping vagina whispering "so you like this bit?"&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm an impatient girl and while I adore foreplay, sometimes I need Mr Fun's hard cock inside of me. I climbed on top of him still facing the computer screen allowing myself to catch a glance or two when&amp;nbsp;it wasn't too much to&amp;nbsp;bear. Mr Fun reached for my equally impatiently waiting vibrator and bought me to climax within seconds.. To be honest I was so overwhelmed in the moment that I don't even remember Mr Fun climaxing, I feel a little bad ha ha! Hopefully he can fill us in on his satisfaction level, wink.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Mr Fun's Comments in Italics) - &lt;em&gt;Smile...&amp;nbsp; I'm glad you liked it...&amp;nbsp; And yes my dear I did cum... A lot lol...&amp;nbsp; I found the whole affair very stimulating. That is not really the best picture of me my dear, though I am glad you like what you see...&amp;nbsp; I need a hair cut lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday night, new girl that we were both a little taken with comes over to our house for a few pre drinks, just the two of us. Then we catch a cab into the city to meet up with Mrs Fun and four other beautiful women, yes I was the only guy lol. We drink some more and then head to a club for dancing... It was a gay club but it turned out to be heaps of fun, there were hot girls making out on the dance floor and even a drag show which was not the best that I've seen but quite entertaining still. After all of this Mrs Fun, myself and new girl went back to our house and all went to bed together.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day we spontaneously invited new girl to come with us to check out a sex club and she agreed straight away to come along. While there new girl entered the wet tshirt contest and danced on the stage in a skimpy outfit and at the end of the night we all went back to our house and once again all went to bed together.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's now early Sunday morning, I am slightly hung over, Mrs Fun is cooking me breakfast and new girl is still in our bed sleeping soundly. See the cliff notes are pretty great, but the devil is in the details.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I skipped over was that on Friday night we all just slept in the same bed together, there wasn't actually any sexy time... Now as I had said in my previous post I was happy just to get my cuddle on which I did, and it really was quite great I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Next day when Mrs Fun and I were discussing what to do Mrs Fun mentioned the wet tshirt night at the local swingers club that we had never been to and asked me what I thought and I said I was in, we decided to invite new girl along and Mrs Fun was excited because she agreed to come over and let Mrs Fun do her make up for her before we went out... Yay for makeovers lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any way everything is grand when during this make over new girl asked Mrs Fun what she would think about me having sex with her just the two of us as she had the impression that I wanted to. At the time I was oblivious to all of this singing and dancing and drinking in the kitchen basically congratulating myself on how much of a stud I was lol. Then Mrs fun came out with a look on her face that instantly popped my oblivious happy cloud. We went into our closet together to talk about this revelation. Now I must say that I didn't intend to give this impression, obviously there was drinking involved and I can't really remember every single aspect of the evening (including be a little vague on how we got home lol) so I was instantly concerned that I had mistakenly done something against the rules. Now I am a very cuddly sleeper and tend to grind up against whoever is close enough to grind against so when Mrs Fun left in the morning and went to get her hair cut this may be what was going on as we were left at home in bed together or perhaps as I said to Mrs Fun she was just trying to find out what the rules/limits were with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Long story short this made Mrs Fun upset, myself feel awkward and unsure of how to behave around our new friend, which did kind of suck because I thought we were getting along great and was excited by the idea that there was no awkwardness between the three of us, I liked the idea of being able to hang out without it having to be about sex and that seeing as though we had shared our bed that we would be able to share a closer than normal bond in our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I already mentioned we still went to the club but we didn't spend that much time together, new girl went around and found some new friends to talk to and we watched on from the sidelines / ditched her a little. The whole time at the club she was also a little annoyed with us most probably because we were treating her quite stand offishly and perhaps a little aggressively sometimes but she just seemed to be going out of her way to say annoying things, though this always seems to be the case when you're already mad at someone.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the time came to go home she happily came back to our house and we all went to bed pretty much straight away. It is of note that I observed new girl go into our spare room and stand there looking at our spare bed for a few moments before deciding to come to our room and get in to bed with us.&lt;br /&gt;
I climbed into bed with Mrs Fun in the middle instead of my previous position in the middle and we all went to sleep, in the morning as soon as Mrs Fun woke up I also got up to avoid creating any misunderstanding and also because my number 1 priority is always going to be to make my wife as happy and comfortable as possible as we are in this journey together and I was only enjoying this new thing to the exact moment when Mrs Fun wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lessons learnt this weekend;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Don't get emotionally invested in a person too soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Don't get wrapped up in the idea of how things could turn out and instead enjoy the moment for what it is and let nature take its course.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Don't put yourself in situations where the other person may get the wrong idea about your intentions.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Don't make plans too far in advance with someone new.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Always assess a situation the next day or even a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Remember that there are exceptions to the rules, but that those exceptions are granted on a one time basis and need to be granted again even for the same person on any different day until a new rule is discussed and agreed upon - ie, that's fine honey stay in bed with her I'm getting up means that morning not every morning she stays over.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. Don't pass up new opportunities for the sake of where something may go.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. Don't assume that everyone feels the same way you do.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. If a sexy woman wants to share our bed that's her choice and it is to an extent up to us to prove that we are worth it (that does not mean that we will chase a woman, we are not desperate we already have amazing sex on tap, what it does mean is that we will make sure that she has a great time with us)... If she comes back for seconds or more then we have obviously proven ourselves and she should prove that she deserves to be with us (it's time for her to focus on us if she hasn't already)... If she wants to share our life/relationship, well that's our choice and she has to prove that she's damn well amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I'm not really sure if we will continue to see new girl or not, I personally hope that we can at least remain friends with her as she seems like a nice enough person but only if we can get back to that place where we are all on the same page feeling non awkward and/or concerned of any one's intentions... That being said we have already organised several things in advance that she is coming to... Wow, life on the awesome side of the street can be a little stressful sometimes lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analysing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the FUCK on." - My Man Tupac Shakur, not really noted in history as a wise man but with advice like that perhaps he missed his calling when he became a gangster rapper.&lt;br /&gt;
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While looking at other ads for shared accommodation I came across this beauty:&lt;br /&gt;
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"Couple has a large room to let for a open minded lady. $100 all inc. but you need to clean our house and cook as we work long hours. ideal for a single lady who is after cheap rent and has a open mind, we are a&amp;nbsp;friendly couple and easy&amp;nbsp;going"&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't you just love the clever placement of the words "open minded"?&lt;br /&gt;
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I laughed aloud when I read this and then had to quickly check this wasn't an advertisement Mr.Fun had placed before I shared it with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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We might have to undercut them and charge the lucky lady $50 dollars a week ;-)&lt;br /&gt;
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Mrs Fun and myself had a threesome with a new friend two weeks ago and it was a really great experience (surprise surprise right? lol). &lt;a href="http://untildeathdousparty.blogspot.com/2011/02/cunnilingus-conundrum.html" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to read Mrs Fun's thoughts on this experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt that it was a big step forward from our last experience for me as I felt a lot more relaxed and less worried about if Mrs Fun approved of what I was doing with our third wheel which made me more involved in pleasuring her as well as Mrs Fun, whereas last time I focused most of my attention on Mrs Fun as I wasn't really sure what was and wasn't allowed and erred on the side of caution rather than just following her lead which I felt much more able to do this time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mrs Fun and I know each other very well and are very open about our feelings with each other (sometimes a little too open as it can cause arguments but that's par for the course with living with someone), so we are often those annoying people that know what the other person is thinking without either person saying anything which does make this idea relatively easy for us (though as I am very much a man and she is very much a woman sometimes we are no where near on the same page lol).&lt;br /&gt;
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So what has this got to do with me being nervous? Well our young lady friend is coming out with us tonight... Great right? Of course it is, but there's more... She's coming to our house before we go out for pre drinks and to get a ride into the city... Great again... Well yes it is great, I really like that she still wants to be "vanilla" friends with us as well (I stole that term from a forum I read the other day, I think it means non sexual) and lets face it alcohol is involved and she has said that she plans on staying over the night so we can all see where this is going lol. &lt;br /&gt;
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So right now anyone reading this is probably thinking to themselves something along the lines of, "this dude is a peanut, he has two beautiful women that are most likely going to make love to him this evening (as long as he doesn't drink to much and pass out lol) and he's been with them both before so what's to be nervous about?" If you are thinking something along those lines you are exactly right, in truth I am not in the least bit concerned about the later part of the evening, I don't mind if we do or do not partake in some "sexy time" I just hope that we definitely get some intimate cuddle time (yes I know that sounds lame but unless you've tried falling asleep with your arms around two beautiful women and waking up the same way you can't know). The thing that I am nervous about is that Mrs Fun is going to be out with the girls when our friend comes to our house, so it will just be the two of us alone!&lt;br /&gt;
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My wife has organised all of this so I suppose in a way you could say my wife has organised a semi blind date for me with another woman... Yes I am aware of how awesome my life is lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I'm not sure of the protocol here, Mrs Fun has been out socially with her and sms' her regularly since our little romp a couple of weeks ago but since she left our house I have had no contact with her and to top it off I have never had any social contact with her on my own (it is of note though that there was no awkwardness the next day and she did not avoid either of us and even went out for lunch with Mrs Fun) but... WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T LIKE ME? Lol... &lt;br /&gt;
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I like to think that I am fairly decent company but I usually have Mrs Fun to bounce off when it comes to being a host, I am a little useless at entertaining someone unless I know them really well on a social level (or I'm drunk lol). So hopefully you're getting an idea of why I'm a little nervous, I'm not freaking out or wishing I didn't have to be in this position, to the contrary I'm quite looking forward to the opportunity to get to know her a little better as Mrs Fun seems to like her socially and we generally get on with the same type of people. I just don't know if I should plan anything, maybe hire a video as a backup in case I fail to establish a lasting and meaningful conversation? Do I make a snack? Offer her dinner? Am I supposed to hug her when she arrives? Take her coat? (Ok so I'm sitting here right now with the air conditioner on so the likelihood of her wearing a coat is pretty small) but all I have is questions and not answers! Like if I do resort to a video do we sit on the couch together? Will she be offended if I don't put my arm around her? Am I supposed to put my arm around her if Mrs Fun isn't at home? Am I supposed to even be thinking about this?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok so panic over, (it's usually Mrs Fun that worries about the little things like this so this a little out of character for me). I will cross bridges as I come to them and as for any intimate kind of rules go I'm sure I'm smart enough to figure it out on the fly, as Mrs Fun and I have always defined it "cheating is anything that you wouldn't do in front of your partner and/or anything that you feel you need to hide from them," and I know what does and doesn't fall into that category so now I'm just looking forward to deepening our friendship with a beautiful young woman and having some company for a change when Mrs Fun is out with her women's group.&lt;br /&gt;
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Living the dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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Girls only camping trip!&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately the most action I saw was in a dirty dream I had where I was going down on the girl I was sharing a tent with. Highlight of the dream was that I was amazingly awesome at oral sex. Lowlight of the dream was that she is some what over weight and all I remember is looking up and seeing many chins. Ugh. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you think it is double standards for a woman&amp;nbsp;to play with another woman outside of a relationship when the man is not allowed too?&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Fun and I are members of an online dating site for swingers and the like which advertise ladies only parties. Mr. Fun often suggests that I go along to one of&amp;nbsp;these parties&amp;nbsp;with the thinking&amp;nbsp;that we are more likely to find a woman who wants to have sex with the both of us if they have already met me&amp;nbsp;rather than trying to pick someone up as a couple.&amp;nbsp;While I completely agree and think the idea of locking myself in a hotel room with 15 other young beautiful women is extremely arousing,&amp;nbsp;in my mind it only leads to one place. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now here are where my feelings get in the way. I have little issue with fooling around with a woman with the knowledge that it could progress to something more, but I start to feel a little guilty when I think about enjoying another woman while Mr. Fun hangs at home bored and alone. It feels a little like cheating if I get to enjoy her and he never does.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do you think? Should I go for it or should we keep at what we are doing?&lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend Mr Fun and I were lucky enough to meet a woman that wanted to have sex with the both of us.. at the same time, aka a threesome. &lt;br /&gt;
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Exciting right? A spontaneous threesome! It was awesome. It wasn't our first time (Mrs Fun - 3, Mr Fun - 2) but I still have one big&amp;nbsp;observation from the night that you may be able to shed some wisdom on (that's not how the saying goes is it? Is it shed some light and share some wisdom? Oh well, new saying!).&lt;br /&gt;
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So here it goes..&amp;nbsp;I don't really know what I'm doing with oral sex. I know, I know.. I'm a woman, I should know but I don't. I'm not really an oral sex kind of girl, I like.. "other things"". The first time you have sex with anyone, man or women it is impossible to know what they like straight away. You can still be a good lover but I am a firm believer that sex with a long term partner is (or at least should be) better than with a stranger. I think it is pretty safe to assume that if you are doing the deed with a woman you should be crawling in between their legs to give her twat a good tasting. So here I am, between her legs staring into the almighty beast (side note&amp;nbsp;- I just choked on my own laughter over calling her vagina the almighty beast) and I just don't really know what I'm doing. Number one, her vagina looks different to mine. Number two, WHAT DO I DO AHHH!! I think it might be a little "too much" if I explain every thing that I did but the following techniques were used. Sucking, flat tongue licking, ABC's, fingers (in several places, winkity wink), all of the above at the same time.. The list really does on (don't worry I wasn't rushing between each "skill" either).&lt;br /&gt;
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I actually have tongue fatigue. She was moaning in all of the right places. There was a climax, or so I believe. I don't want to say that we made her orgasm&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;unless you are like me and do the gushing fountain trick you can't really be sure..&amp;nbsp;Or I sure as heck&amp;nbsp;can't be..&amp;nbsp;She said things the next morning (or that morning) that indicated that she enjoyed the night, "I can't believe the sun was up when we finished" and "I'm really tired but it was so worth it". There were juices in the right places (places? I think if juices are coming out of more than one place I probably should be concerned). So now I'm just doing that girl thing&amp;nbsp;where I'm questioning whether I was good enough. So I guess the point I'm trying to get to is that&amp;nbsp;threesomes are amazing but I must research techniques in preparation for the next time. Maybe you have one you could share? &lt;br /&gt;
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There are other more minor observations we could discuss like how awkward the next day is and what not but I'm exhuasted from the first observation, how are you holding up?&lt;br /&gt;
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There is another exciting thing that happened over the weekend for Mr Fun and I that I can't wait to share with you. Oh, and you might even get lucky and Mr Fun might join us and tell you all about how amazingly sexy Friday night was.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll be back with another adventure soon,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A lot can and does change in six years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've changed from a teenager who felt like the world was against her to an adult who is happier than anyone ever knew possible (I'm a high achiever right?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm tempted to share a list of the "big things" that have happened in the last six years but I think it might be nice to leave a little mystery in our relationship and allow ourselves to get to know each other over time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm going to go with the approach that less is more and leave it at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We're not a hollywood super glamour couple like BrAngelina (though we think we're not too bad lol), We're not sexperts (though this doesn't seem to matter these days as I have seen some people get paid to provide often poor advice to people about sexual practices such as swinging and threesomes when they don't even have any first hand experience, therefore no real frame of reference to provide an opinion) and we don't think for a second that we know more about sex than the next person... We're not anonymous, we're just discreet. What we know is that we like sex... A lot... And we also like to write about the experiences that we have with it and about our relationship which has been going from strength to strength for, to date over 5 years (all of which has been spent living together unless separated by work commitments) and in December 2009 we made it official and put rings on each others fingers.&lt;br /&gt;
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We're not the most sexually out there couple in the world, in fact in most serious swinging communities we would be considered lightweights considering we're not even into "soft swapping" (as same room same partner sex is referred to) let alone a full swap where a couple will trade partners for, well you can probably join the dots on that one, especially if you're the kind of person that is interested in reading our blog wink.&lt;br /&gt;
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All this being said we are still a little out of the ordinary, we do have a profile on an adult dating site (not telling which one, not really a secret but they don't advertise us lol), Mrs Fun likes girls and (no big shocker here) so does Mr Fun. Now being the enterprising pair that we are we decided to put our mutual attraction to the fairer sex into practice, granted there were some teething problems, you may be shocked to learn that it was actually Mr Fun who wasn't too sure about it at first, he was worried that it might ruin the relationship... How wrong he was too... After a few false starts that lead nowhere, and our first meeting of a girl who was attractive but we were a little too scared to bust a move, with it ending up with us hiding our faces whenever we walked past the restaurant that she worked at (which was pretty regularly as we lived across the road from it).&lt;br /&gt;
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Since those shaky beginnings we met another girl online that we went to a swingers party with and we experienced our first FFM threesome together... Mr Fun loved it, Mrs Fun loved it, the girl must have loved it as she came out to dinner with us later that week lol. We found that we didn't really have much in common with her except for a sexual chemistry so that didn't last much longer and is now just a fond memory of the realisation of our shared fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;
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From there we set out on an endeavor to meet a girl that we could maybe "date" as well as sleep with which led to a few first dates but was even more awkward. Since these beginnings we have decided to be open to possibilities but have no expectations, we just enjoy each other socially and sexually and when the opportunity presents itself we add another lady into the mix which is always an amazing experience and we have amazing sex for days afterwards on the afterglow.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are still not really sure where this journey will take us, but we are certainly enjoying the ride and invite you to have a laugh, a ghasp and maybe a little play with us along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rember you &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; the life you want. If it wasn't what you really wanted deep down you'd change it.&lt;br /&gt;
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