Denial or Control?

I watched as Mrs. Edge packed her suitcase for the week-long trip that she was taking with her girlfriends, three other women who she has known since high school. They were going to one of those all-inclusive vacation resorts on one of those Carribean islands to celebrate all of them having made it to the half-century mark this year. The usual shoes, sandals, shorts were followed by particularly lacy and revealing undergarments, and several tight, low-cut dresses most of which I had never seen, as she had bought them specifically for this trip. I could feel my cock twitching in my chastity device as I thought about her wearing them while out at the discos, surrounded by handsome, young island men.

Hah! I’ll bet I had some of you going for a minute there, didn’t I? I get a lot of traffic from people – presumably men – searching on some variation of cuckolding or hot-wifery, and just wanted to give them something to think about. Sorry about that, guys!

Actually, she is on a vacation with her old girlfriends, but they’re more interested in nursing their hangovers and blowing their diets. In fact, she called while I was writing this post, and after several days, all of them have been sick from too much food, drink, or sun. Yup, can’t have a proper vacation without overdoing everything in the first two days and regretting it for the rest of the week.

As for me, I’ve been holding down the fort and having some bonding time with the Edgelette. This means we get to browse the used book stores, read manga, play Wii, and talk about life, the universe, and everything. Oh, and have some ice cream. Ice cream is very important bonding food.

Oh, and yes, Mrs. Edge and I had lots of sex all last week, including twice on the day before she left. Then came the question. “Hell, yeah!” was her response as to whether she was going to lock me up while she was gone. The morning she left, the device went back on, and she put the key in her purse. Over the week, I took some pictures of me with the phone cam, and tried to send them, but the service was only letting voice through, and not data. Maybe I should post them here for the next HNT.

Last year’s issues with my frenum piercing getting infected all the time after a few days in the cage put us both off using the devices much for a while, more out of a sense of disappointment. And recently, she’s been requiring extra help in the lubrication department, so we’ve been trying different products. Unfortunately, a few of them have left her feeling uncomfortable when using our other cock, which has caused her to refrain from having me use the strap-on. We decided to try a few more different personal lubes. The KY Warming Gel seemed good at first because it’s very thick, but now she thinks it’s burning a bit. We tried something called Maximus, then switched to Astroglide, but it wasn’t long-lasting enough. Then we went back to the KY, so now I’m off to research some new personal pubes lubes.

While I’m on the topic, though, I wanted to address something that Dave and L, new readers, brought up in comments on one of the last posts about the makers of the CB-x000 line of devices.

L: Tom Allen: He’s the one who told me about male chastity devices. He didn’t exactly ask for it, he acted like he feared it… But it also excites him I decided it sounded fun! So you could say the idea comes from him.
From what I’ve read too, a lot of men are the ones that ask for it, or buy it themselves. From my understanding of it, it’s sort of like a sweet torture. The fact of wearing it is in itself exciting, yet you can’t do anything about it…

Tom Allen: L – And you’re correct, it’s an arousal/fear kind of thing, and can be very frustrating, in a delicious way… until it becomes simply frustrating again.

Dave: I have a different trigger…the idea of my mate asserting ownership of all of the orgasms in our relationship, hers and mine, has a very powerful hold on my psyche.

L: Dave: Yes, my guy has similar fantasies, too, but at the same time, he’s too scared to actually go thru with it. So far, I’ve been nice, the longuest I’ve made him wear it is 5 days.

I run across the occasional news blog that has a picture or link to a male chastity device, and it’s usually followed by a lot of “WTF is that?” and “No freakin’ way I’d wear that” comments. But once in a while I see a few people who ask “Why? What do you get out of it?” The above discussion has a few of the reasons why people in a non-power exchange relationship might explore wearing a device.

Getting back to the point of this post, I haven’t really worn a chastity device for any length of time in the last year that was enforced; generally, it’s been for testing modifications or, more recently, testing the new CB-6000, so this past week has been interesting for me for several reasons.

Because I haven’t had to wear the device in so long, it’s something new again, and that makes it exciting. I’ve had free rein to initiate sex or to masturbate for a while, and the thought of that being removed pushes the control button in a way that’s similar to what Dave describes.

Mrs. Edge not being here, I don’t have the “teasing” aspect that I normally would have which fuels the arousal. The possibility of having sex – using whichever cock she chooses – is always in the back of my mind; and since we both sleep in the nude, at some point I’m spooning against her in the night which is sure to cause a reaction. In other words, I’m not climbing-the-walls horny in her absence. But when she’s gone, I often masturbate simply to relax and help me get to sleep more easily, so I’m also feeling, as L states, the arousal/fear reaction. Not that I’m actually afraid, but rather, I’m asking myself if I could get back into the long-term denial play again, or even the short term play. I mean, orgasms are fun when you’re having them, and giving them up is difficult.

But just having to wear the device this week has had me focusing on the “no orgasm” part, and after having had some free time, I’m finding that I am both aroused, and having a difficult time with the idea that Mrs. Edge might come back from vacation dangling her key and taking back the control once again. The possibility is exciting to think about, and on some level I would completely love to give in, to have her simply say to me that she’s had a chance to recharge and is ready to go back to taking control. But, remembering her tendency to keep me locked up continuously, I’m hesitant to broach the subject with her, for fear that any mention on my part would be just enough impetus for her to actually do so.

I enjoy the control, but I fear the denial. The problem is, denial really is about control, and the longer the denial, the deeper the control. Thinking back on the several times we went for months, I get more aroused – even though the idea of repeating those episodes scares me just a little bit.

:sigh:

Tonight I bought a tube of Astroglide Gel.

Mrs. Edge will be home from vacation soon.

Maybe I’ll mention it after all. . .

Blog Swap – 2008

Some bloggers like to change things up to keep it interesting. Memes and blog quizzes can only go so far, though. Eventually you actually need to post some content for people to read.

FTN (Fade to Numb) is one of those people who probably thinks up games for people to play at family picnics; he’s been the mastermind behind several other “reality show” take-offs with various bloggers. His latest brainstorm is to have randomly selected bloggers (yes, we volunteered) put up a guest post on each other’s blogs. I volunteered with some trepidation because while I read FTN, I don’t comment often, feeling a little bit out of place because I’m such a pervert I tend to have racier content than most of his readers, and I don’t want to scare anyone.

So today’s post has been written by Cocotte from Suburban Musings. She did an admirable job of trying to pick a topic to fit in on Edge of Vanilla. My own guest post has been sent to Bunny from Down the Rabbit Hole. I hope that my readers will take a few moments to visit both of my fellow bloggers.

Adventures in Suburban Sex Shopping

by Cocotte

Thanks to Fade To Numb, I’ve been chosen to be a guest blogger on this site. I don’t normally write about my love life, but seeing that this blog is basically “Talk Sex With Tom,” I feel compelled to write something of a sexual nature. I guess my one and only trip to a sex shop might qualify as good reading, so here goes:

I decided to venture into unknown territory about four years ago. Valentine’s Day was drawing near, and I wanted to surprise my husband with something sexy, other than my normal Victoria’s Secret gear. After perusing their website, I decided to go the distance (both physically and mentally), and step foot into a sex shop. My first mistake was going at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday, when no one else was in the store. Not that I was concerned with running into any acquaintances. I guess I just thought I’d be more comfortable shopping in private. I didn’t take into account a gungho sales staff. Upon entering, I was blinded by the wall of dildos to my left, all in assorted sizes and colors, ranging from your average-looking-penis to ones of ghastly proportions. Ok, now I’m working up a sweat. But nothing scared me more than Mrs. Middle Aged Saleslady who pounced on me during my first ten seconds in the store. Her first question, “Are you looking for something special today?” to which I meekly replied, “Something for Valentine’s Day” was followed by, “Are you going out of town?” HUH? I didn’t know I had to take a trip to have sex with my husband. I almost felt like I was letting her down when I said, “No, we’re just staying home for the holiday!” I had high hopes that my short answers and red face would give her the hint that I might like to shop in complete privacy, but that was not in the cards.

For the next 10 minutes, she followed me around the store like a lost submissive in a maze of sexual wonders. Every toy, lube, paddle, or vibe I picked up, she had to give me either a lengthy description of its use, or god help me, a demonstration on my hand! I didn’t know how to respond – “oh yeah, that Doc Johnson massaging my palm is really satisfying?”

A sense of relief overwhelmed me when another customer entered the store. Saleslady ran over to her and questioned her on her intentions. This poor woman was looking for wedding candles. Um, sorry lady, but unless you want your wedding candles to be penis or booby shaped, you’re in the wrong place! After a quick look around, that lady hightailed it out of there and I was once again alone with Saleslady from hell.

I decided this was no time to comparison shop price per ounce on Happy Penis Massage Cream, so I made my selection and attempted to make a speedy exit. I picked up one of their valentine specials – a red Chinese takeout box filled with lubes, candles, an egg vibrator and two fortune cookies (yes, we were afraid to eat them). I had wisely brought cash so that I could remain anonymous. However, Saleslady decided to then hound me about e-mails with special birthday and holiday coupons, etc., etc. I said no once or twice but then finally gave in and put down my actual name and e-mail address. I figured I’d never see Saleslady again, and it would just go to my spam folder anyway, so what the hell?

Valentine’s Day came and went and hubby enjoyed the surprise box, though it was really more tame than I had hoped the experience to be. He enjoyed my embarrassment more than anything else and told me that’s why he only shops for sex products on-line. I thought my short stint into the den of inequity was now a distant memory, but I was mistaken…….

About two weeks later, I was sitting in the parking lot of my child’s school, biding my time until it was time to go in and sign her out. A van pulls up next to me, and who should emerge from the passenger’s side, but ambitious Saleslady?? I immediately ducked down, grabbed my cell phone, and called hubby to report that it seemed sex shop lady was the mom of one of my daughter’s classmates!! How did I know this? I recognized the man Saleslady was with as one of the dads in my daughter’s class. What dumb luck on my part. If that lady had ever read a class list, she would have immediately recognized my last name when I signed up for sex-o-grams from her little shop of horrors.

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the year avoiding any parental involvement in that classroom and praying that my child never befriended Saleslady’s spawn. And I also pondered what happened the next year when it was “Take Your Daughter to Work Day.”

We shall all get a spanking! And then, the oral sex!

Your result for The Monty Python Movie Trivia Test…

85%

Sir Lancelot

Sir Lancelot – obviously the Brad Pitt of the knights. He was the brave, good looking, smart knight. He wasn’t king, mind you. But he was the closest to it given the bunch. You know your stuff. I recommend watching Meaning of Life a little closer and throw in some Life of Brian and you’ll be King in no time!

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What is it with me and the tests lately?

Lust under Lock and Key

It’s rare enough to see mention of the CB-X000 devices in the alternative press. But an article in a mainstream newspaper?

From the business section of the Saturday, 6/21/2008 Salt Lake Tribune.

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Putting lust under lock and key

Male chastity business finds success in – of all places – Price, Utah

By Mike Gorrell
The Salt Lake Tribune

Article Last Updated: 06/21/2008 08:32:14 AM MDT

PRICE – The business started in Vegas.

No surprise there, given what it is.

But the fact that it is thriving in a manly man town such as Price, is kind of shocking.

For “it” is – gird your loins – an Internet business that sells male chastity products.

That’s right. Plastic hooter socks. In four sizes. Most are clear plastic, but some are black. One comes in hot pink. All are designed to keep a man chaste. Little locks assure that.

“Some people get a kick out of it. Some people think it’s appalling. I can’t believe they sell so many,” said Carla Tryon, one of six employees of AL Enterprises, which occupies a nondescript building on Carbon Avenue in Price.

But sell they do, said 65-year-old Doris Miller, who owns the business with husband Frank. He came up with the idea after growing weary of seeing some workmates become playboys on business trips.

“I can’t tell you how many are out there,” she said, “but I can tell you thousands and thousands of men are wearing these.”

Not in Price, maybe. But Europe? You bet.

“Our products are sold all over the world,” said Annette Bigelow, AL Enterprises’s administrative assistant, citing business relationships with more than 70 wholesalers from the United Kingdom and the Czech Republic to Australia and Canada.

“In European countries where they’re open to sex, this is kind of a toy,” she added. “But 90 percent of U.S. sales deal with severe masturbation problems or an unfaithful spouse.”

Those aren’t the kind of phrases usually found in a fairy tale story of a man and a woman falling in love at a high school reunion and then returning to their roots. But that’s exactly what happened here.

Doris and Frank graduated together from East Carbon High School and then went their separate ways. But 14 years ago, they went to a reunion, single people once again, and hit it off big time. They married, forming a family with 13 grandchildren, and established a home in Las Vegas, where Frank had been the U.S. equipment manager for a Japanese engineering company that specialized in tunnel and subway work.

A couple of years later, Doris recalled, the Millers were sitting around when Frank told her, ” ‘I’ve got an idea. Don’t say anything until I finish talking.’ Frank is a thinker and kind of quiet, so I said OK.”

That’s when Frank laid out his plan.

“He’d gotten tired of going with his business employees to different locations, and the minute they got there, the ring came off,” she said. “He hates to see divorce happen and the children suffer. He’s a very compassionate man and he looked to do what we [could] to keep couples together.”

Frank started building prototypes of his concept at home, heating plastic in the oven and bending the pieces into shapes that would fit the male anatomy. He tried them on, found where they were uncomfortable, and redesigned them. Several times.

Eventually, his product reached a point where Doris became convinced that “you’ve got something there. We said, ‘Let’s quit our jobs, take February off and make this fly or die.’ “

Fly they did. AL Enterprises hired a subcontractor that could mass produce molded plastic parts, said Doris, who took pictures of the product and wrote descriptions of how it worked. “We hired a college kid to get our Web site onto the Internet and we started getting hits,” she added. “Almost overnight, we started getting swamped with orders.”

But tiring of Las Vegas, the Millers yearned for the lifestyle offered by Price. “This is home to us and we came home,” said Doris.

Run by Doris’s daughter, Christi, AL Enterprises had no trouble getting a city business license or, later, receiving City Council approval to move into the building on Carbon Avenue.

“They haven’t been very visible in our community,” said Price Mayor Joe Piccolo. “They went through permitting pretty smoothly and, as I recall, there weren’t any negative comments from surrounding neighbors or businesses. . . . But they’ve obviously been successful. They had no problem financing that building purchase. That surprised me in itself, that they were so successful with such a limited product.”

Still, Piccolo doesn’t get it. “We’re talking about something I don’t understand. Most people are embarrassed to ask, ‘What is this?’ I haven’t even seen the product. But I have kind of laughed and said to myself, ‘This is rural Utah?’ ”

Office assistant Bigelow said the business has done everything the city requested. Nothing sexy is displayed. The products are in boxes on typical warehouse shelving. The blinds are closed at night. But sometimes, she added, “people stop by and ask, ‘What do you do here?’ If an older person hears [the answer], they’re right out the door.”

A frank talker who expects to see listeners blush, Bigelow knows the business intimately from handling customer service calls.

“Most European countries are into freedom, they’re into bondage, more personal variations,” she said. But in the United States, “sometimes they’re ordered by women for their husbands and boyfriends. Most of the time it’s to help control someone who has a problem with pornography.”

Often philanderers consent to wear one as a last recourse before divorce. “Usually, the man is forced into this,” Bigelow said. “It’s not until he’s put into one of these that he is asking himself what he’s gotten himself into.”

The first couple of months of wearing the unit “can be rough,” she acknowledged, often recommending adjustments to make them fit more comfortably. She also offers tips on keeping them clean. “We recommend that men sit down to pee. Men don’t like that. I say you’re not getting any sympathy from me or any other woman.”

She will explain how plastic locks are available so wearers won’t have to do a show-and-tell at an airport security check if a metal lock set off alarms. But Bigelow never makes recommendations on size.

“The [mid-range] 3000 is the hottest seller. People order them a thousand at a time,” she said. The 6000 “doesn’t prevent customers who are physically active from continuing. You can ride bikes, wearing tight briefs or Spandex, so you don’t have to jingle around. It just makes you look more well endowed.”

AL Enterprises has nothing for women, however. “You have to have testicles to use our product,” Bigelow said.

mikeg@sltrib.com

Male chastity products
Price-based AL Enterprises sells four lines of plastic male chastity products over the Internet. They are:
* CB 2000: For smaller-sized males, in black and hot pink – $129.95
* CB 3000: For average-sized males, clear and jet black – $169.95
* CB 6000: For larger males, clear – $189.95
* The Curve: Clear – $169.95
* Information: Go to www.CB-2000.com

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I wish that the reporter could have mentioned how many sales the Millers have actually made in the last 10 years or so that they have been making these devices. And I would also have loved to read about how they went about finding a company to design and make the plastic molding dies, and what they might have run into while trying to explain what these odd-looking polycarbonate shapes are used for.

A nice touch, though, is that Frank began developing the devices in order to promote better relationships. I wonder if they ever anticipated the kind of uses that they now seem to be noted for.

Hi, I’m Troy McClure…

You may remember him from such hits as Christmas Ape and Christmas Ape Goes to Summer Camp, but how well do you remember Troy McClure’s other projects? Can you tell which of the following titles come from the filmography of Springfield’s favorite screen icon and which are the real-life dregs of IMDb?

In an apparent contest with my friend E as to who can scrounge up the craziest quizzes on teh netz, I offer up this amusing little tidbit. I didn’t do very well, but somehow I don’t feel embarrassed about that.

My score was 53% (8 out of 15). Think you can do better? Click the Troy pic and take the test for yourself.

Tickle me …

If you live in the US, you have some great resources for buying adult products. I’m not talking about those crappy jelly things that they have at the local “Erotique Boutique” stores that are always on the outskirts of every city, usually in the manufacturing or meatpacking districts. No, I’m talking about the good toys that are engineered to give you years of pounding, pulsating pleasure. I’ve bought things from Blowfish, Extreme Restraints, and Stormy Leather, which was acquired last year by one of the best online resources for serious toy users, The Stockroom.

But if you’re on the other side of the pond, in the UK or thereabouts, you really don’t want to be bothered with the shipping costs and delays of buying from a US distributor, especially if you are a looking for chastity devices. Fortunately, I happen to know that Tickleberry specializes in chastity devices. Even better, I happen to know that Tickleberry has the hottest chastity device fetish photos in the known universe. I hate to admit this, but their galleries might even eclipse my own hawt chastity porn in terms of fetish hawtness.

No, don’t even say it.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter where you live – if you’ve got internet access, you can – should – check out the newly updated Tickleberry site. Not only is there a new line of products for the fetish consumer, but they have also added a very good series of articles on topics ranging from pegging to chastity devices to choosing a dildo.

And of course, they have an updated gallery for the chastity aficionados.

Tickleberry has distinguished themselves by using fetish models that don’t look like the typical 22 year old clones; they use models that are, well, uh, yeah, still pretty freakin’ hot, but also more real. The set features a man who is probably in his 50s, and women in their 40s. I’m looking at the site now, and I hope that I look that good when I’m 50. . . Oh, wait, I just turned 50 and I’m not quite that toned.

Damn.

Okay, maybe when I’m 51.

Tickleberry has also added what has to be the most tasteful set of advertising videos I’ve ever seen. The After Dark section has a set of videos featuring some their various products being used on the aforementioned real-looking models. They also have computer wallpaper, a photo caption contest, and a host of other great new things.

It was just a year ago that I last mentioned Tickleberry in a blog post about the introduction of the new CB-6000, and that post is still one of the more popular hits on this blog. Go check out their updated site – it’s a nice change from the typical adult product online sales model.

In case you were wondering, no, I’m not getting any consideration from Tickleberry for this. I am, however, hoping to entice Elizabeth, a.k.a. Lady Jester of Chastity-UK into doing an interview for The Edge of Vanilla.

No sex please, you’re old.

From the excellent blog Hit & Run, hosted by Reason Magazine comes this interesting article:

“And Then They Started Having Sex”

Mike Riggs | June 11, 2008, 3:08pm

Melinda Henneberger at Slate writes about 82-year-old Dorothy and 95-year-old Bob, whose love affair at the nursing home for dementia patients is considered adorable until it turns sexual.

To justify keeping the two apart, Bob’s family frets about the danger posed by his bad heart (which Dorothy’s doctor firmly dismissed as just plain wrong), and then more or less admits that they’re opposed to the relationship simply on principle: Old people should be contemplative and chaste. Period.

But what it really comes down to is the money:

Dorothy’s son-in-law, who is a doctor, suspects Bob’s son of fearing for his inheritance. Bob had repeatedly proposed for all to hear and called Dorothy his wife, but his son called her something else–a “gold digger”–and refused to even discuss her family’s offer to sign a prenup.

Families don’t want their mentally unsound loved ones entering contracts that will leave children and grandchildren sorting through a mess of legal entanglements–fair enough. And something like the “sexual power of attorney” suggested in the article might be a good option. But do we really want to say that forgetful old people shouldn’t be allowed to have sex, just because they’re, well, forgetful and old?

If boomers are going to make a case for restricting their parents’ liberty in the last few years of life, perhaps they should first look their own futures and ask themselves if they want their children oppressing their sexual appetites in the year 2030.

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The Slate article referenced is a fascinating – and sobering – read. Some excerpts:

“We’re all going to get old, if we’re lucky,” said the daughter, who is a lawyer. And if we get lucky when we’re old, then we need to have drawn up a sexual power of attorney before it’s too late. Who controls the intimate lives of people with dementia? Unless specific provision has been made, their families do.

When Bob’s son became aware of these trysts, he tried to put a stop to them—in the manager’s view because the son felt that old people “should be old and rock in the chair.”

[S]aid the manager: “At first, she thought it was cute they were together, but when it became sexual, she lost her senses” [and] for religious reasons and asked staff members to help keep the two of them apart.

Then the daughter interjected that Bob’s son certainly didn’t want to see them having oral sex, and the doctor proved his own point. Holding a hand up to stop her from saying any more, he told her, “I didn’t need to know that.” But maybe the rest of us do.

I’m not old enough to need to worry about this, but the article has given me some food for thought. A “sexual power of attorney” sounds like a great backup plan, but who would administer this? My children? Gosh, that’s a pretty weird concept. Assuming that I’m in that position, do I really need to ask “Hey kids, do you mind if I boink that nice GMILF* in the other wing?”

Ouch! It’s bad enough when you’re a teenager to have had to worry about sneaking sex without your parents finding out. Are we going to see a generation of people who now have to worry about sneaking sex so that their children don’t find out? And adding the mental breakdown – dementia – to this mix makes it a very difficult thing to manage on an emotional level, both for the patients themselves, and for their families.

*Grand-Mother I’d Love to Fuck.

What’s your sexual style?

I stole this got the idea from Dev.

Actually, I love taking these tests, and I’ll take anything that tells me that I’m an awesome person.

Anyway, this is another one of those cool OKCupid tests. Go check it out.

What’s your sexual style?
Your Score: TYPE N
You scored: 91 imagination, 91 confidence, 45 dominance, and 62 generosity!

You are a KINKY, CONFIDENT, SUBMISSIVE lover who prefers to GIVE.

This means that: You like relatively kinky sex, and you have the great imagination that will always keep your partner guessing and excited! There’s no getting bored with you around, you could never settle for dull sex, you want something fun and new all the time. You aren’t afraid to try out anything you hear about. You might just be an intelligent lover who needs to be mentally engaged, or perhaps you have some dirty dark secret kinky desires, but either way, you’re never boring.

You are pretty confident in bed. This means that you know you can please your lover. Maybe you’ve read a lot of sex manuals, or have the experience from previous lovers, or just tend to be skilled at whatever you get your hands on, but you’re good and you know it. You can really get results and know that you have pure talent, so you won’t be hiding away shy, pretending to be all innocent. Your partners love your naughty self assurance, you don’t hesitate and this makes you a sensational lover.

You tend to be submissive in bed, so you prefer to go along with what your lover likes rather than your own plans. You might like being ordered around and acting out a slave/master fantasy, or perhaps you just get turned on by being helpless and unable to move. Or maybe it’s as simple as you lacking courage so prefering firm instructions in bed to make sure you are doing things right. Either way, you won’t be dominating your lover anytime soon, and might prefer the missionary position to any others.

You prefer to give than recieve. This makes you a very unselfish lover, devoted to the needs of your partner rather than your own. You get your pleasure from seeing them get theirs, you are a model sex partner. I’m sure plenty of people would love to have someone like you in bed with them! Remember though that if your partner gets pleasure from returning the favour it’s okay to let them, they might love giving as much as you do!

WE SUGGEST YOU: Get crazy with the kissing. It sounds basic, but perhaps with all your wonderful kinky antics and games, you have forgotten how good it can feel just to kiss someone all over, and have the same done to you! Practise with different kissing styles, kiss your lover in places you’ve never kissed them before. Kiss to tickle, kiss to seduce, kiss for hours, or kiss when you know you can’t go any furthur with it, like when you have to be at work soon. Rediscover kissing.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 78% on imagination

You scored higher than 72% on confidence

You scored higher than 14% on dominance

You scored higher than 30% on generosity

HNT: Half(century) Naked Tom

It’s been a while since I’ve done an HNT, and since I’ve been on a rant all week long (rage, rage against the dying of the light, and all that), it seems like a good time to post some pictures of what a shriveled, dried-up, half century old guy looks like.

The first one is me working out in my little home gym area.

Yes, I’m really 50.

No, I’m not wearing a sweater.

Believe me, I’ve earned every single one of those grey hairs.

I’m not exercising as intensely as I did last summer, but I do get about 20 to 40 minutes a day of strength training, and several times a week I’m doing the cardio thing. I was killing my legs and knees on the treadmill at the local gym, but now that the weather has warmed up, I’m doing the bike thing. I’ve got this nice 5 mile route that’s mostly flat – a rarity in New England – so I work at improving my time each time I’m out. Last year I was using my Cannondale road bike. This year I’m trying it on my hybrid for a little more of a workout.

Even though I just threw a bash for Mrs. Edge, who is just a few weeks older than I, we’re not doing anything special for my birthday. I’ve eaten enough cake and burgers in the past week to last me for a while. Besides, I told her that everybody has a party on the decade mark. Me, I’d rather have a nice event at, say, 53. It’s a prime number, after all.

Okay, I’m off to my nude shuffleboard lessons.

I think I’m having a Sugasm

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