Blog Post 13 – The Vaccines Are Coming!

If you are new to this strange little blog, please scroll down and start with the first post.  That and the three that follow contain the gist of what we have to offer.  I promise you that it won’t be like anything you have ever read about sex.  

If you’ve been here before, I just wanted to let you know that G and I are well and happy.  We are avoiding contact as much as possible and waiting for the vaccine to become available.  It’s difficult to say when that will be but we’re hoping to have both shots and be seething with Covid 19 antibodies by my birthday in March so that we can restore some normalcy to our lives.  Meanwhile we are comforted by Father Pfizer and Mother Moderna.  

When we are safe and can move freely through the world again we are going to visit family and friends we haven’t seen in months, eat at our favorite restaurants, maybe buy a little red sports car and head down to Florida to visit friends and look up some birds we haven’t seen in far too long.  (If you’re a birder, you will understand that sentence.)  We’re going to stay a night or two in the small, central-Florida town of Micanopy and walk around under those huge old Live Oak trees draped in Spanish Moss waving in a soft warm breeze and, then, rent us a place for a few days overlooking the ocean which we haven’t seen, heard or smelled in far too long.  

We been talking about the relationship between pleasure and pain and thought a post on the subject might be interesting – specifically as that relationship applies to orgasms.

Early on in the blog, we wrote about the two kinds of orgasms I have – cumorgasms and pure – and about G’s wonderful ability to pop them off so easily, but all that was a pretty simple discussion of what is probably a very complicated subject.  My (and G’s) orgasms vary tremendously in intensity and I’m certain that there is a wide variety of responses among you readers – all of which are perfectly normal – so feel free to relate this to your own experiences.

Our premise, here, is that our bodies’ appear to react very much the same to pleasure and to pain – especially intense pleasure and intense pain.  Orgasms generally occur when repeated and/or sustained stimulation is given to the most sensitive parts of our bodies – her clitoris and my glans and the highly sensitive membranes adjacent to both.  As we become more adept at being lovers, we learn how to provide that stimulation in ways that maximize pleasure.  We also learn how to control the orgasmic impulse within ourselves as it intensifies in order to delay or speed up the orgasm.  That’s what makes it possible to enjoy simultaneous orgasms – which is always a treat.  We not only become more adept at giving orgasms but also in controlling our own.   

    What interests G and me, in relation to this post, is the fact that, at the moment of orgasm  – the moment when the involuntary contractions begin – we each appear to be in pain.   We even sound as if we were in pain. The sheer intensity of the pleasure becomes so great that we are compelled to end it as quickly as possible.  Both G and I have to stop and protect our clitoris/glans from any further stimulation for a few minutes after orgasm.  Withdrawal is almost violent.    

The question G and I have been discussing as we lay there recovering, is this: is the intense pleasure we experience at the moment of orgasm a form of pain?  Do we keep repeating it over a lifetime because we learn early on that it will subside and the pleasure far outweighs the “pain”?   Think about it and, if you are so inclined, leave a comment or send me an email at    I don’t know if this relationship between pleasure and pain is important but it’s interesting.  

There is a related example of very different emotions manifesting themselves physically in the same way.  Our laughter and our crying are very different experiences but others who see us laughing or crying might not be able to tell which we are doing.  Intense sadness or joy manifest themselves very much alike.  

And, finally, this pandemic has been a lot of things – a very strange way to spend one of the latter years of my life – but it has certainly been interesting.  We have learned a lot about our countries, our neighbors, our relatives and ourselves.  That, alone, can make us stronger.   

Thank you for your time here.  G and I hope you find something you can use to help you create and sustain a good life for yourself.  Stay safe and don’t forget how to play.

A Sexual Life

G and I are lifelong birders.  That hobby has taken us all over the US and much of the world.  We were talking last night about a trip we made down to Lake Mattamuskeet to see the migrant waterfowl that spend the winters there.  On the way back, we spent the night in a rented room overlooking a small, privately owned marina.  It was an odd room – very long but really narrow.  The marina had cobbled it together to make a little extra money and put a sign out on the road.  The King-size bed was in front of the sliding glass door leading out to the private deck and the foot of the bed was so close to the door that it was difficult to pass through.  The bathroom was tiny and we had to lug the luggage up and down three flights of stairs.

A year or so later, we ran into another birding couple who asked our advice on where they might find a room.  I recommended the long, narrow one overlooking the marina.  Oh, no.  It seems they had rented that room and they hated it.  G and I loved it because we had sex in that bed overlooking the marina while the red winter sun went down and the mast lights of moored sailboats bobbed reflections on the water.  I can remember how she looked laying naked in that unique combination of light and reflections.  It was only an adequate, slightly overpriced room to sleep in but it was a wonderful room for fucking.  

That has been a common, pervasive pattern of our life together.  G and I have fucked on a boat in 40-foot seas crossing the Drake Passage, on a riverboat on the Amazon and in a 12’ aluminum boat with a 9 1/2 hp Evinrude on a sink-hole Lake in Florida while a small plane circled overhead and watched.  We fucked in a tent in Africa and in a hotel room facing the Empire State Building all lit up over the Manhattan skyline.  Well, you get the idea.  Its fun to fuck in different places under different circumstances.  It adds another level – another dimension – to every experience.

It can magically turn a shitty little narrow room into a really nice experience.  And a damn good memory.   Sex shouldn’t be something you do. It should be part of who you are.