<?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-5766895866989067450</id><updated>2012-02-27T19:18:46.905-08:00</updated><category term='sharing sex'/><category term='nude travel'/><category term='sex'/><category term='nude resorts'/><category term='spanking'/><category term='vulnerability'/><category term='exhibitionism'/><category term='frustrated sexually'/><category term='art'/><category term='naked'/><category term='nude'/><category term='Desire Cancun'/><category term='touching'/><category term='hot people'/><title type='text'>Walk and Roll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8295377431799670538</id><published>2012-02-15T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T20:33:14.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through the friends list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight while Roll and I were at dinner we started an interesting conversation. I am not sure how it began &amp;nbsp;but the conversation turned to who of our friends we would fuck. We started off going through the list in our heads. Our closest everday life friends we both decided neither of us were interested. It was fun to go through the list and see where each of us was. We even went through the facebook friends list. We had some definite nays some definites yays, some on the fence.&amp;nbsp;Some of you know you are on the yay list.&amp;nbsp;knowing damn well 99.9 % would never consider an open lifestyle. &amp;nbsp;Or would they, maybe they are doing the same thing, who knows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm sure many of you have had this discussion. Have any of you approached friends? If so what were the results.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a kind of related note we had dinner with the gelato couple last Saturday night. The conversation once again turned sexy and after they admitted something difficult for them to admit. Roll and I felt compelled to admit to them about our vacations in sexy places. They had said they had gone to a nude beach so it seemed natural to tell them about Desire. We explained what it was, they seemed open to the idea. We both feel given the opportunity she would definitely be into it. The male half of the couple is a good looking guy, he is older, however he is in great shape. Roll would definitely be interested. We both feel he is not as into it as she is. I think they are very open I just think neither of them are sure how open or where to go with it. We dont want to &amp;nbsp;be pushy so we are just hanging out seeing where it goes. We did admit to having sex next to another couple. We did not admit to any more than that. We will have to see with a little gentle prodding where this all goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8295377431799670538?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8295377431799670538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/going-through-friends-list.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8295377431799670538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8295377431799670538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/going-through-friends-list.html' title='Going through the friends list'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5931876822309534933</id><published>2012-02-14T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:29:19.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assault and Battery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWzVePwoeEQ/Tzr5dVKDYrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8IrHx-DLtkE/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWzVePwoeEQ/Tzr5dVKDYrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8IrHx-DLtkE/s320/Picture+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First off,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's to all our sexy friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I found this pic to be great fun and wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There could be many different stories to go with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My interpretation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. Pepper found Mrs Salt getting off with Battery Boy and wasn't pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;With Mrs. Salt shaking in her shaker, battery boy beat the cap out of Mr Pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;~Roll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5931876822309534933?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5931876822309534933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/assault-and-battery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5931876822309534933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5931876822309534933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/assault-and-battery.html' title='Assault and Battery'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWzVePwoeEQ/Tzr5dVKDYrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8IrHx-DLtkE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-2115630135359513472</id><published>2012-02-10T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T16:49:13.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid girl stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTBoJaVnpD0/TzW63Gfi6wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eknpqyIgZ7Q/s1600/menstruation-moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTBoJaVnpD0/TzW63Gfi6wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eknpqyIgZ7Q/s200/menstruation-moon.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We plotted and planned once again last summer before booking our upcoming May trip to Desire Cancun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay here's the deal. Pulled out the calendar 2011-2012 and counted off the days between periods and doubled checked and tripled checked and for fuck sake the menstrual cycle is landing smack dab in the middle of the vacation. Several times it was 4 days late and other times a day or two. Well, it just got all thrown off and as of now it isn't working in my favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I made an appointment and went to the Gyno the other day to see about throwing the cycle off. I knew it was going to be the birth control pill option once again and wasn't thrilled with that but you can't go to a nude resort and be bleeding, right? Not a pretty sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Long story short:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Younger years had lack of sexual desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After many years of being told it was my muscular dystrophy and changing birth control pills and methods with much dispare, found out it was the birth control pills taking away my sex drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Holy shit, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Walk got a vasectomy. Good. Good. I got off birth control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last year same thing happened with my period and planning vacation a year in advance. I went on a 3 month birth control pill (seasonique) and got all fucked up. Broke out in a rash, was exhausted, had my period for 3 weeks when I first started and yeah my sex drive said bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I really had to muster up some inner feelings to get myself on cue at Desire last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The&lt;b&gt; one &lt;/b&gt;and only good thing about being on birth control pills is getting off birth control pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doing so makes me a nympho about a month later. I mean crazy where I can't get enough, and almost kill Walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not looking forward to this bout of period stopping, but it's what I have to do. Plus I look at it this way, if I do have sex with somebody other than Walk, my chances are better not getting pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Plus no glove, no love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But wait! What i did talk to the doc about&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Endrometrial Ablation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's basically an outpatient procedure that removes the lining of the uterus. There is an 80% chance it will stop my period and pregnancy is basically unheard of. It's too late to do it now because it takes several months for you body to regulate. I am seriously considering doing this in the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes I hate being a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-2115630135359513472?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2115630135359513472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/stupid-girl-stuff.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2115630135359513472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2115630135359513472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/stupid-girl-stuff.html' title='Stupid girl stuff!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTBoJaVnpD0/TzW63Gfi6wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eknpqyIgZ7Q/s72-c/menstruation-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8148365436478946916</id><published>2012-02-07T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T19:23:56.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So last night Roll and I started back to reading Opening up. We have been reading it for a while but only a little bit each night. I read aloud to her before we go to sleep. We were reading a section and at the end there is an exercise which is a list of questions to answer. It was interesting to go over the list aloud and compare what each others thoughts and feelings were. The good news we seem to be on the same page with most things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Taking this approach to reading this book makes for some good communication. We had a great conversation on both past experiences and on things we would be comfortable with in the future. It was interesting that some of the things we held as off limits have now changed with time. It is a good feeling that we are getting back on track with our communication.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8148365436478946916?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8148365436478946916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/communication.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8148365436478946916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8148365436478946916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/communication.html' title='communication'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3625873367695029793</id><published>2012-02-04T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:22:59.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>69</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sEPkY_rqSM/Ty4ogCyuf8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/X0t7m7pjhPA/s1600/Photo+130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sEPkY_rqSM/Ty4ogCyuf8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/X0t7m7pjhPA/s320/Photo+130.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I decided to sport my SDC Swinger 69 t-shirt today. I usually just wear it on days I know I'm not going to be around friends and family. &amp;nbsp;It was a promo gift at one of the swing clubs we went to a couple months ago in LA. It actually was funny how it was given to us. Walk and I were in the middle of going at it on a bed and very nonchalantly this girl walked in and said, "did you guys get one of these?"as she showed us a little gift bag thingy from SDC. We laughed.....said "no" and she flung it onto the bed and I continued getting pounded by my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The t-shirt brought up a little conversation between Walk and I today. He said something in reference to 69, I said, "the whole 69 thing is not one of my favorites." He agreed, much to my surprise. Mine neither, he said. He told me he rather concentrate on one thing at a time. Which we both agree that it is fun for a little while. After that, let me at him fully.... without worrying if I'm going to bite his dick off if he gets me too excited or worrying if I'm going to suffocate him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So we are curious how many of you truly like the whole 69 thing. Is it just kind of one of those things that's kinda kitschy and people just like to get all giddy and they think they are all bad by talking about 69? Or do you guys really like it? Is it one of your faves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BTW: Sex life is making a come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yay for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3625873367695029793?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3625873367695029793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/69.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3625873367695029793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3625873367695029793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/69.html' title='69'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sEPkY_rqSM/Ty4ogCyuf8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/X0t7m7pjhPA/s72-c/Photo+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-444011528193391164</id><published>2012-02-01T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:49:39.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update to our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I felt like blogging tonight so here I sit. It has been really quiet here as far as sex and the lifestyle goes. &amp;nbsp;We continue to struggle with the loss of Rolls mom and time will heal &amp;nbsp;they say. We have also been going through other major &amp;nbsp;relationship struggles that have been recurring throughout our marraige. I choose not to go into all the details at this time. We are working through the issues. We have a great relationship, neither of us has ever doubted the love we have for each other. We have been married for 21 years, together for 25. Its amazing, though we have spent the majority of our lives together the influences of our childhood still can cause problems. I have struggled with these issues all of my life and I know there are things I need to fix. I will continue to work at it. &amp;nbsp;As a couple we will also &amp;nbsp;continue to work through these issues together , and when and if the time is right the lifestyle will still be there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On an unrelated note we met our gelato friends again this evening. We spent about 2 hours with them at the gelato place and once again the conversation turned very flirty and very sex based. It was completely inappropriate and we loved it. The mrs of the couple decided the girls that work at the gelato place needed a lesson in blowjobs so she started giving tips. we were laughing so hard we were almost crying. &amp;nbsp;We have invited them to our house for dinner on sunday. We are also having other friends and family over so it will be interesting to see how that interaction works. &amp;nbsp;We both feel we will need to be much less flirty and sex based when it comes to our vanilla dinner party. We may have to reel in the conversation if it goes there. The others we have invited are not at the same open place we all seem to be at. Hopefully she understands, I think she will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-444011528193391164?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/444011528193391164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/walk-felt-like-blogging-tonight-so-here.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/444011528193391164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/444011528193391164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/02/walk-felt-like-blogging-tonight-so-here.html' title='An update to our lives'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8272421803029743947</id><published>2012-01-25T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:12:55.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine my surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYtmuRtEQos/TyDgy5HcfvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/69DtQmqB8nk/s1600/car-radio-dial1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYtmuRtEQos/TyDgy5HcfvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/69DtQmqB8nk/s320/car-radio-dial1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The other day while driving to pick up Roll from a wedding shower I was listening to a swinger podcast. Nothing unusual for me, I listen to quite a few. I noticed that lifestylelife was new so I cued it up and listened. I have listened to them before and enjoy their shows. The show was on the elusive 4 way connection that many swingers strive to find. The hosts are a married couple from Texas who have been in the lifestyle for a little over a year now. They both talk back and forth bouncing things off of each other and describing their journey into the lifestyle. I had emailed them several months ago to introduce ourselves. I had completely forgotten that I had done that. The show was good, I listened all the way through up to the shout outs at the end. Boy what a surprise when I heard the host Barefeatz say his last shout out was about a blog with a different perspective on the lifestyle. Yes ladies and gentlemen, he mentioned yours truly walkandroll. I started laughing immediately and couldn't wait for Roll to get in the car so I could play it for her. She also was quite surprised. We both looked at each other with shock thinking wow did they really just mention us? Of course we broke out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for the shout out we appreciate it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is a link to their website, check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.lifestylelife.net/"&gt;http://www.lifestylelife.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8272421803029743947?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8272421803029743947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/imagine-my-surprise.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8272421803029743947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8272421803029743947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/imagine-my-surprise.html' title='Imagine my surprise'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYtmuRtEQos/TyDgy5HcfvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/69DtQmqB8nk/s72-c/car-radio-dial1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3313391647595742395</id><published>2012-01-20T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:00:17.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really? Target sells monogamy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlLZYKfaE74/TxnvDM3E5cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rhJBOC1dX04/s1600/wine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlLZYKfaE74/TxnvDM3E5cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rhJBOC1dX04/s400/wine.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Roll and I were at Target today and we noticed these two bottles of wine next to each other.If you drink the entire bottle of Monogamy do you end up in the Menage a trois. We thought it would be fun to take the bottle to the swing club and of course write on the label "Non".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3313391647595742395?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3313391647595742395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/roll-and-i-were-at-target-today-and-we.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3313391647595742395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3313391647595742395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/roll-and-i-were-at-target-today-and-we.html' title='Really? Target sells monogamy'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlLZYKfaE74/TxnvDM3E5cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rhJBOC1dX04/s72-c/wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-9138173329569145694</id><published>2012-01-09T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:24:13.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A double vanilla date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kb6N_QrNfk/TwvYvxsOz8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/t-x1emRH0q4/s1600/il_fullxfull.226959217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kb6N_QrNfk/TwvYvxsOz8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/t-x1emRH0q4/s320/il_fullxfull.226959217.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Saturday night Roll and I went to dinner with the couple from gelato. This is the same couple we had mentioned 2 posts back. They invited us &amp;nbsp;to an artisan pizza place about 45 minutes from where we live. They showed up at our house bearing a rose for us to plant in honor of Rolls mom. A very sweet and endearing gesture. The female of the couple wanted to drive so Roll and I sat in the back seat and just enjoyed being able to check out the sites for a change. She made several flirtatious sexual innuendo's on the ride and &amp;nbsp;Roll and I kept looking at each other. &amp;nbsp;The conversation was great all through dinner and she and Roll were both enamored by our good looking waiter. We both left the evening with the realization that they are not swingers, she is just very open and flirtatious. I think her husband who is a few years her senior is amused and slightly turned on by her flirting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Roll&lt;/span&gt;: I pretty much feel the way Walk did at the end of the eve. The him of the couple was nice enough but more laid back. The sexual vibe we were picking up wasn't much from him. If there was a no boundaries thing and everybody was free range and open she would be all over Walk. She has a party in her pants every time he's around her. It is kind of a turn on and very fun to watch. They are just fun and I think it will be a blast to hang out and flirt with them, swinger or not. &amp;nbsp;The end of the night ended with all getting out of the car at our house, giving hugs and thanking for a nice night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think now that we are open with ourselves, we are expecting others to be the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think we're going to have a rude awakening in this mostly vanilla world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-9138173329569145694?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/9138173329569145694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/vanilla-date.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/9138173329569145694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/9138173329569145694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/vanilla-date.html' title='A double vanilla date'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kb6N_QrNfk/TwvYvxsOz8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/t-x1emRH0q4/s72-c/il_fullxfull.226959217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-2536708092244429176</id><published>2012-01-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T15:28:02.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little birdie told me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkX9jI02Vhw/TwjRmZuE0mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DnFl-kYMVeQ/s1600/ce325ce1298e474ce7c78523c508-grande.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkX9jI02Vhw/TwjRmZuE0mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DnFl-kYMVeQ/s320/ce325ce1298e474ce7c78523c508-grande.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Walk and I are bird people, well we have a bird and we like exotic birds. Plus, years past I hand raised exotic babies. So we've been around them more than the average people, so thus we are bird people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We took our little feathered friend in today to our local bird store for what I call an attitude adjustment (wings clipped and toes nails filed) or which could also be called a haircut and pedicure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, to make a long story as short as possible....the store had and array of birds as usual. The one African Grey was chatting up a storm as they usually do and amusing everyone in the store. They are not a new species to us and we've talked about them in the past as if we were to have one that It's one major word it would probably pick up from us would be "shit". We say it a lot, and they are quite the mimickers. Usually of the things you don't particularly teach them. &amp;nbsp;They have a vocabulary of words and sounds that is unbelievable. For some reason today after all these years it dawned on me.....(I'm slow) If we were to have one of these I think it would probably pick up on........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh fuck yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;oooooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;oh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;you spank it, you fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;mmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ooooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;oh my god, oh my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;oh fuck oh my fucking god.&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;Beside them being pretty high maintenance, this is definitely a reason we couldn't have one. Although would be frickin hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;~ Roll~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-2536708092244429176?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2536708092244429176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-birdie-told-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2536708092244429176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2536708092244429176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-birdie-told-me.html' title='A little birdie told me'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkX9jI02Vhw/TwjRmZuE0mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DnFl-kYMVeQ/s72-c/ce325ce1298e474ce7c78523c508-grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-468948376240607008</id><published>2012-01-05T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:20:41.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight she mentioned her shaved pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So early in December we wrote a post about a couple we met at our local gelato place. We just left there abut a half hour ago and even more confused than before. The last post Roll commented that she didn't think they were swingers. When we pulled away tonight she said she definiteley got the vibe that they were open in some way. &amp;nbsp;They have asked us to go to dinner with them but we were unable to. What makes us think they are open is her references to sex and her flirtatious nature. We also have a flirtatious side to us so we hit it off quite well. We have talked about getting together other than at gelato so we will have to see how it proceeds. Any suggestions have you ever been in a similar situation. I know some of you answered this before but any other input would be appreciated. We don't want to come across as those crazy swinger people if they are just flirtatious vanillas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-468948376240607008?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/468948376240607008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-early-in-december-we-wrote-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/468948376240607008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/468948376240607008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-early-in-december-we-wrote-post.html' title='Tonight she mentioned her shaved pussy'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4876580833337909700</id><published>2012-01-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:16:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;January 2nd already wow where does a year go. Roll and I actually sat down and watched the Rose Parade on tv something we haven't done in years. It's 80 degrees outside absolutely beautiful. Things are settling a little from a crazy holiday season. Vanilla life has had its challenges over the past month which meens swinger life is non existent. We are both good with this and know before we continue on that path we must take care of each other in vanilla world. For me it is amazing how much more in tune we are with each other even from a year ago. I have had quite a bit of time off work lately partly dealing with stuff and patially lack of work. It has been nice to spend so much time together. I also know before we continue on the path of swinger world our own sex life comes first. With all the problems and losses as of late our own sex life has also been less than it normally would be. I am in no way complaining just acknowledging that we need to concentrate on ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To those who have continued to follow us and wish us well thank you it warms our hearts to know that people are thinking of us. &amp;nbsp;It proves the point that swingers are just great caring fucking people. This was part of the attraction for us when we first started moving toward the lifestyle. The people we have met for the most part have been awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well enough rambling for now time to head off for the day and spend one last vacation day with the most important part of my world, Roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DYOWsmCVsE/TwICYPHGedI/AAAAAAAAAII/wcL-BVuo4Tk/s1600/moped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DYOWsmCVsE/TwICYPHGedI/AAAAAAAAAII/wcL-BVuo4Tk/s320/moped.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;While out to lunch the other day I saw this moped and had to get a picture of it .I may have to look for one of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4876580833337909700?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4876580833337909700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4876580833337909700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4876580833337909700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A new year'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DYOWsmCVsE/TwICYPHGedI/AAAAAAAAAII/wcL-BVuo4Tk/s72-c/moped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4087812174009434547</id><published>2011-12-24T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:18:49.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roll and I just wanted to take a moment to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, &amp;nbsp;Happy Hanukah, good Kwanza, &amp;nbsp;Happy Santa day , Boxing Day for our Canadian Friends. Or whatever else just spreading good cheer and hopefully in the coming year our legs more often. Thanks for all the good thoughts and wishes. It will be a tough road ahead but we will get through. Heres to the year 2012 may it bring everyone what they want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4087812174009434547?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4087812174009434547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-season.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4087812174009434547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4087812174009434547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-season.html' title='The Holiday Season'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6266363730600882130</id><published>2011-12-19T21:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:49:59.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla life</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, We wanted to write tonight to explain that vanilla life has been on the front burner as of late. Rolls mom unexpectedly passed away last week and we are currently in the midst of dealing with all that goes with such a personal and emotional loss such as this. Her mom was a fantastic and supportive mother and mother in law. I was honored to be her son in law. She will be missed. In the next couple of weeks we hope to be back to blogging we will just have to see. Continue to check in we still enjoy hearing from you and continue to follow and enjoy your blogs.Walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6266363730600882130?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6266363730600882130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/vanilla-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6266363730600882130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6266363730600882130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/vanilla-life.html' title='Vanilla life'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6645383865460581999</id><published>2011-12-13T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:56:01.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattooed twats</title><content type='html'>I saw this post on a friends facebook . We had a good laugh looking at these. We have actually seen in person the felopian tube tattoo when we were at Sea Mountain Inn in Desert hot springs. It was disturbing and the lady sporting it kept grabbing my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk&lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/sigmund/the-11-bestworst-vagina-tattoos-of-all-time-do-n"&gt;http://www.buzzfeed.com/sigmund/the-11-bestworst-vagina-tattoos-of-all-time-do-n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6645383865460581999?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6645383865460581999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-saw-this-post-on-friends-facebook.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6645383865460581999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6645383865460581999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-saw-this-post-on-friends-facebook.html' title='Tattooed twats'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-979104218981106081</id><published>2011-12-12T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:32:58.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to take a ride in my Vulva?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know how the iphone has auto correct and it finishes what it you thinks you are writing. If you don't double check you could end up sending some pretty halarious messages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Check out this link of messages that have been set. Walk had snot coming out of his nose and tears rolling down his face reading these. They are pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://damnyouautocorrect.com/13603/the-25-funniest-autocorrects-of-dyacs-first-year/"&gt;http://damnyouautocorrect.com/13603/the-25-funniest-autocorrects-of-dyacs-first-year/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;~Roll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-979104218981106081?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/979104218981106081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-you-want-totake-ride-in-my-vulva.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/979104218981106081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/979104218981106081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-you-want-totake-ride-in-my-vulva.html' title='Do you want to take a ride in my Vulva?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6074833223562894814</id><published>2011-12-05T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:42:33.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have a double scoop of chocolate and sex please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I have a question, at our local gelato place we have recently started talking to another couple. We have only had small talk with them but both Roll and I have this feeling that somehow they know who we are. When I say who we are I don't meen our vanilla us but Walk and Roll. I noticed about a month ago when we saw just the female half of the couple that she seemed a little flirtatious. She was not over the top flirtatious but it was the smiles the touch on the arm and just a look she had when we talked. The other day Roll and I noticed both were a little friendlier. &amp;nbsp;He even mentioned maybe us getting together with them to talk about art. We may be totally off base but something tells us both that there is some recognition of our swingerhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The male half of the couple is probably 15 years &amp;nbsp;older than us, she is about our age maybe a couple of years older. We are not necessarily interested in them as play partners , but curious if they know. We were wondering if any of you have ever been in this situation. Has vanilla world ever crossed over? Have you ever been recognized by someone outside of your swinger friends. Let us know and if so how did the subject come up? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6074833223562894814?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6074833223562894814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-have-double-scoop-of-chocolate-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6074833223562894814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6074833223562894814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-have-double-scoop-of-chocolate-and.html' title='I&apos;ll have a double scoop of chocolate and sex please'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4713708519507218626</id><published>2011-12-03T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:06:54.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning after</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0l1UMBeJeJ4/Ttq12ILEGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v-0Ht6P_zC8/s1600/funny-bed-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0l1UMBeJeJ4/Ttq12ILEGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v-0Ht6P_zC8/s320/funny-bed-05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I saw this question posted on a friends facebook today and did post it on mine also. I decided to post it on here also because I knew the answers would be much more fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You wake up in the morning naked and next to me in bed. In three words and three words only, what do you say? Play along have fun with it and if you want post it on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4713708519507218626?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4713708519507218626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/morning-after.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4713708519507218626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4713708519507218626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/morning-after.html' title='The morning after'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0l1UMBeJeJ4/Ttq12ILEGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/v-0Ht6P_zC8/s72-c/funny-bed-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1740691628053053854</id><published>2011-11-24T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:47:52.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I hope your day is filled with everything you want it to be filled with. Roll and I started the day with some great morning sex, followed by &amp;nbsp;getting things around for Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/p2aBaOTYTz0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2aBaOTYTz0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2aBaOTYTz0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I also wanted to post this Sprint commercial, not because I love it, but because someone pointed out to me &amp;nbsp;that it sounds like walking in a orgy wonderland. Have a listen I think you will agree. It would make it a better commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1740691628053053854?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1740691628053053854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-everyone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1740691628053053854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1740691628053053854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-everyone.html' title='Stuff This'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6795062319056855210</id><published>2011-11-19T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:25:34.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As far as anyone knows, swinging (as this community exists today, in the United States) had its roots amongst an elite group of U.S. Air Force fighter pilots during World War II. These men were wealthy enough to move their wives close to base, and the fact that their fatality rate was the highest of any branch of service led to an unusual social milieu in which non-monogamy between these pilots' wives and other pilots became acceptable. These arrangements persisted near Air Force bases throughout World War II and into the Korean War. By the time the Korean War ended, these groups had spread from the bases to the nearby suburbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I found this just cruising the Internet and thought it to be interesting. I would've guessed swinging had been around a lot longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being an artist you see all kinds of paintings and renderings of piles of naked people and debauchery since then beginning of time. I just assumed that this has been something that has been around and just not talked about. Maybe it's just the classic Roman or one of Bosch's orgies I was equating to this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCr7L40z2gU/TsiOfjO7-0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kcd_V9uxjH4/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCr7L40z2gU/TsiOfjO7-0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kcd_V9uxjH4/s320/Picture+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Roll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6795062319056855210?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6795062319056855210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6795062319056855210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6795062319056855210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-didnt-know.html' title='I didn&apos;t know???'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCr7L40z2gU/TsiOfjO7-0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/kcd_V9uxjH4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4632840565143888061</id><published>2011-11-13T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:27:58.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral fixation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I woke up this morning wanting nothing but to suck him. So I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We went on kind of a Sunday drive so to speak and all I could think about was him in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhhdVwQzAag/TsB4YohQliI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PZuwUjmUidw/s1600/achair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhhdVwQzAag/TsB4YohQliI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PZuwUjmUidw/s320/achair.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When we got home we sat out on our patio. I was horsing around twisting myself upside down in the chair and he walked over and ripped my shirt open. He new I was a horny girl today and proceeded to open his jeans and put his cock in my mouth. During this he whipped out the iphone and said let me take your picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KvMhUroGRQ/TsB4gqEF5aI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aM9DfwB3M_0/s1600/achair1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KvMhUroGRQ/TsB4gqEF5aI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aM9DfwB3M_0/s320/achair1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We played a while and I said, "let's take this inside".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The upside down thing was very fun, but was going to get neither of us anywhere and probably me to the chiropractor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBVjXeg4cKI/TsB5FNt_D3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H2g2_ooGiC8/s1600/asuck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBVjXeg4cKI/TsB5FNt_D3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H2g2_ooGiC8/s320/asuck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I told him to continue taking pictures and he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2B2K0E9jUY/TsB5SwQjXcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bbj38xio3Pc/s1600/asuck2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2B2K0E9jUY/TsB5SwQjXcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bbj38xio3Pc/s320/asuck2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The lighting was all wrong but really who cares at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He got off hard and it made me a soaking wet mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When he recovered we were laying there and he proceeded to gather my hair and pull my head back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He held my arm behind my back and began to spank me and talk dirty with a heavy breath in my ear as my body dripped with excitement. He started fingering me into a crazy mess. All while restraining me in one way or another. &amp;nbsp;He knows what I like and works it in every way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I came so frickin hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love his sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4632840565143888061?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4632840565143888061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/oral-fixation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4632840565143888061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4632840565143888061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/oral-fixation.html' title='Oral fixation'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PhhdVwQzAag/TsB4YohQliI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PZuwUjmUidw/s72-c/achair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6601083974714102994</id><published>2011-11-10T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:05:12.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the instruction manual?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her/ Roll&lt;/span&gt;- Thinking back on this last Saturday when we went to the club has once again left me feeling kind of weird. Not weird in a bad way, just weird. &amp;nbsp;We have been to this club three times now and haven't really got past a little oral and some touchy feely and flirting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We as a couple have gone over and over our comfort levels and checked back time and time again. But it seems like when it comes to finding the "right people" to play with we either just end up making friends and laughing and having a good time with no real advancements. Going to the club is a great sexually being a bit exhibitionist/voyeuristic, we can rock our sexual encounter together with no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When it comes to go body on body with others it just hasn't happened yet. Not disappointed, but it makes me wonder what is holding us back or what is holding others back from being with us. I fear that the wheelchair is one of the big issues, although we seem to be approachable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have people touching on us and kissing us and we do the same in return. &amp;nbsp;I think many times people don't know what to do with me. I've teased about being a cock blocker in the past, but I am really thinking now that I wasn't to far off. After observing people and their reactions and them being all flirty and fun and sending all the signs of being interested, it just seems to have come to a point several times when it just doesn't pan out. I think they don't know what to do with me. Like, what can she do? Does she just sit there? Can she move her legs? Can she fuck? What am I supposed to do? Wear a sign around my neck that says "Yes, I can fuck"?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe it isn't the wheelchair. I don't know exactly what it is. Maybe they are just not feeling us. Could be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So basically the club has ended up just being a great sexually vibed place for Walk and I to have sex. Which is a winner situation for me. The "weird" I'm feeling is knowing we are ready for more and just can't find what we've come so far to find. We like people and we love to laugh and have fun with people. That is so important to us. You top that with a connection and we would be all good. I don't want to fuck just anybody who comes along and maybe people are picking up on that? Their have been some people that I thought we really had something going with and nothing happen. Yet to have them all night joke and talk and even fuck next to. It's weird. Did I say it's weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't really know if you could categorize us as "Swingers". I'm going on the record with we are sexually open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6601083974714102994?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6601083974714102994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/wheres-instruction-manual.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6601083974714102994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6601083974714102994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/wheres-instruction-manual.html' title='Where&apos;s the instruction manual?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5850539583676906658</id><published>2011-11-07T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:29:52.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pony Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday night Roll and I went to the swing club, Club Joi in Los Angeles. It is the same club we went to before and thought we would give it another try. We got there way too early to begin with. When we first got there there was only a handful of couples. When we went in we started right away by inviting another couple who had arrived at the same time to sit with us. I thought this was a big step for us to start out the evening this way. The conversation only lasted a short time as some friends of theirs showed up. We really didn't feel much connection anyway, but making the approach is a big step for us. &amp;nbsp;The club started picking up about an hour later and Roll was the chosen lap of a very hot lap dance by the female half of the host couple. Let me just say that was fucking hot. Seeing Roll dressed as sexy as hell, and the female host having her way with her had me as hard as a rock. The evening continued on and we started dancing with a really fun couple there was a lot of friendly flirting and the four of us seemed to click. We didn't end up playing with them that evening. &amp;nbsp; They were actually playing with another couple we also met in one of the rooms while Roll and I had our own fun in the same room. It all just seemed to work, We did exchange numbers with them and plan to meet up again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A funny part of the evening &amp;nbsp;was when the male half of a couple that we had met on a previous evening at the club, approached Roll and told her that his partner was only into girls and if you want her you better "pony-up". Roll had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. Like I said, we had met them before and had no interest in either of them. I just love that his pick up line was "pony up".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well at least he provided laughter for us for the rest of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5850539583676906658?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5850539583676906658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/pony-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5850539583676906658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5850539583676906658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/pony-up.html' title='Pony Up'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3893498667493193863</id><published>2011-10-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:51:08.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvM42VvXNHI/Tq4ZiTbKPsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g2s7k8Mnlfw/s1600/Picture+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvM42VvXNHI/Tq4ZiTbKPsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g2s7k8Mnlfw/s200/Picture+6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(When I talk about comfort levels changing, not this much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We saw this cow outside of a furniture store. Roll told me to open my shirt and unbuckle my pants &amp;nbsp;and thought it would make a great picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially for our friends in Wisconsin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So today I took a look back through our blog. Wow what a difference 6 months can make. For me it is amazing to see the transition that Roll and I have gone through. For me I know that without the communication skills we have none of this would be possible. I have looked back to see our limits and what we would be comfortable with. Our comfort levels have definitely been raised as have our limits. One interesting thing for me has been our ability to read each other. I can usually tell within seconds whether or not Roll will be feeling it or not. Maybe that is all the years we have spent together that is probably a large part of it. Also though I think we have both undergone a lot of change over the past 6 months, and I think going through those changes together has really helped us to become even closer and more bonded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3893498667493193863?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3893498667493193863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3893498667493193863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3893498667493193863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvM42VvXNHI/Tq4ZiTbKPsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g2s7k8Mnlfw/s72-c/Picture+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4968781386003703522</id><published>2011-10-24T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:24:29.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horny song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/PgYvbGH8R-w/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgYvbGH8R-w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgYvbGH8R-w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A blogger &amp;nbsp;friend sent us this link and thought it would be perfect for our blog. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy and thanks captain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4968781386003703522?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4968781386003703522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/horny-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4968781386003703522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4968781386003703522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/horny-song.html' title='The Horny song'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1449611844884432319</id><published>2011-10-23T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:01:01.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavenger Hunt - Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QogyohoGo4/TqSaSWLwyII/AAAAAAAAAGY/I8bvRgPjqDM/s1600/bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QogyohoGo4/TqSaSWLwyII/AAAAAAAAAGY/I8bvRgPjqDM/s320/bridge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMGO0PRxA4M/TqSaVTzrI8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/sLJsWvYB5Kg/s1600/bridge2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMGO0PRxA4M/TqSaVTzrI8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/sLJsWvYB5Kg/s320/bridge2.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have now joined in with some fellow bloggers in a scavenger hunt. We found it via &lt;a href="http://hubmanshangout.com/"&gt;http://hubmanshangout.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://curvaceousdee.com/scavenger-hunt/"&gt;http://curvaceousdee.com/scavenger-hunt/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;There is a list of places to take some fun pictures on her site and we thought we'd give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;So today we set out looking for bridges around our area and this is what we came up with.&lt;br /&gt;I chose the tiny bridge at a local park and Walk chose to be Spiderman/find Waldo in a local neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1449611844884432319?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1449611844884432319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/scavenger-hunt-bridge.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1449611844884432319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1449611844884432319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/scavenger-hunt-bridge.html' title='Scavenger Hunt - Bridge'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QogyohoGo4/TqSaSWLwyII/AAAAAAAAAGY/I8bvRgPjqDM/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4512447481369044699</id><published>2011-10-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:13:11.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testosterone Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So I had to go back to finish up some work on my last job site. It had been &amp;nbsp;a while since I had been there and I ran into a bunch of guys I had worked with for two years. It was great to see them and catch up with what's going on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The funny part is being typical knuckle head construction workers . ( I don't want anyone bitching at me for saying that. I have been in construction for almost twenty years and I have earned the right to say that.) Anyway back to the point..The talk quickly turned to the past weekend, what everyone did and saw, typical bs. One of the guys was commenting on how beautiful it was at the beach with his wife and how he loved the still warm weather. He looked around made sure no women were near, and proceeded to tell us about all the bikinis and short shorts. Then told us &amp;nbsp;he had to keep his sunglasses on to keep from being caught looking by his wife. Everyone laughed and said yea I know what you mean. Everyone except me. I just sat there quietly. Anyone who knows me knows&amp;nbsp;that staying quiet is not my strongpoint. &amp;nbsp;In my mind I pictured my weekend. Naked hot bodies &amp;nbsp;on a dance floor. Having sex with my wife in front of seven &amp;nbsp;people who only minutes ago were strangers. &amp;nbsp;Thinking how we were looking around trying to find partners that would be good for each other, or the girl who proceeded to play with my balls as my wife did a fantastic job sucking my cock. Wow what a different life I lead and I am so happy I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just wanted to laugh at these guys but instead I just sat there thinking, you poor fools, if only you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4512447481369044699?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4512447481369044699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/him-so-i-had-to-go-back-to-finish-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4512447481369044699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4512447481369044699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/him-so-i-had-to-go-back-to-finish-up.html' title='Testosterone Talk'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5316697870664073898</id><published>2011-10-16T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:32:40.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e0649713b9330c72" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De0649713b9330c72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332861674%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F7AED83CD0D4B27603AC2F389D6C2A25BE15AB9.9FD3027F3E41F83094D1D6A1A3915E1A4E6A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De0649713b9330c72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8emnfLlstTAzPfOWKI3uac5dyA8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De0649713b9330c72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332861674%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F7AED83CD0D4B27603AC2F389D6C2A25BE15AB9.9FD3027F3E41F83094D1D6A1A3915E1A4E6A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De0649713b9330c72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8emnfLlstTAzPfOWKI3uac5dyA8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is still too long and it's the condensed version, if you can believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5316697870664073898?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5316697870664073898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-weekend-update.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5316697870664073898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5316697870664073898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-weekend-update.html' title='Our weekend update'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4687773709909550547</id><published>2011-10-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:05:30.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMMlZgFv6VU/TpcLYKCR-fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/445fetsIMm0/s1600/blow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMMlZgFv6VU/TpcLYKCR-fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/445fetsIMm0/s320/blow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only in the best possible way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4687773709909550547?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4687773709909550547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-sucks.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4687773709909550547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4687773709909550547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMMlZgFv6VU/TpcLYKCR-fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/445fetsIMm0/s72-c/blow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-558566603683790801</id><published>2011-10-11T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:05:49.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless plug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to tell everybody how awesome Roll is. I may be biased. Well I most certainly am, &amp;nbsp;and I know that, but for the last two days she has been working her butt off to finish a painting for her class. I had my doubts that she would get it done. I don't know why I should have known better. She has always been incredible in how she handles life and challenges. I appologize in advance for the shameless plug, but I just wanted to let all of you know. Oh and I forgot to mention she did this while helping her sister who just had surgery. Maybe soon she will let me post a picture of the painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-558566603683790801?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/558566603683790801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/him-i-just-wanted-to-tell-everybody-how.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/558566603683790801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/558566603683790801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/him-i-just-wanted-to-tell-everybody-how.html' title='Shameless plug'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3380078973413590369</id><published>2011-10-09T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:10:46.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JffOw_clU4A/TpJiAGPRJmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gdGrRbdzFXg/s1600/funny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JffOw_clU4A/TpJiAGPRJmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gdGrRbdzFXg/s320/funny.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; So the other day I was in the chat room on Kasidie. I had just posted a picture of Roll and myself on the beach in Cancun, when a private chat request popped up &amp;nbsp;I looked at it and it said nice pics very sexy. I looked at the name checked out the profile and it looked like people we would hit it off with. We are both attracted &amp;nbsp;to people who are unique, fresh and not your typical profile, we like people who are artsy. They were younger than us, but that made it even more intriguing. She told me her name, I told her mine and the conversation began. Flirting for me does not come easy, it has been many years since I have felt free to flirt with anyone other than Roll. &amp;nbsp;I would say I am a little out of practice. Roll was sitting next to me and I showed her the profile and she agreed this couple was definitely someone we would be interested in. The only problem, it seems that the couples we hit it off with usually live a couple thousand miles away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The flirting with her however did continue. It was obvious to Roll that this girl wanted to flirt with me I wasn't quite as confident. However it did become pretty obvious &amp;nbsp;that was exactly what she was interested in. She told me she thought our age difference was a turn on and that surprised me. For me it was also a turn on that someone &amp;nbsp;her age would be interested in flirting with me . &amp;nbsp;I know I am not that old, but Roll and I have been together so long I think of myself as older than I actually am. &amp;nbsp;The flirting did become stronger. I did check in with Roll to make sure everything was good with her. I think she was a little turned on by my flirting. She looked at me and said, "I know I 'm getting some good sex tonight". &amp;nbsp;The feelings were similar to those I felt when we played with the other couple in Cancun, but not nearly as intense. I do find it interesting how the old feelings of excitement and nervousness do return in your mind and stomach. It made me think back to some early dating experiences and the feelings of butterflies in the stomach. It's interesting to see that those feelings still exist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We continued flirting for a while until the damn neighbor showed up. I told her I was going to get rid of the neighbor and she waited. That damn neighbor decided to catch up with two weeks of not touching base with us. I would walk into the groffice (guest room +office) while Roll talked to her and I would type be right back... I promise. The part that surprised me was that she actually waited 15 minutes for &amp;nbsp;me to return. A little more intense Cyber sex continued and that was fun. The best part was the sex between Roll and I was frickin hot, as it usually is. This chat did add a little something extra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3380078973413590369?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3380078973413590369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/chat-it-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3380078973413590369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3380078973413590369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/chat-it-up.html' title='Chat it up'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JffOw_clU4A/TpJiAGPRJmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gdGrRbdzFXg/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7998041836435696500</id><published>2011-10-05T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:36:58.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94RV4QAiYOc/To0wS_ad47I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LWHAlRTromk/s1600/Picture+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94RV4QAiYOc/To0wS_ad47I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LWHAlRTromk/s1600/Picture+4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We recently ordered the book opening up by Tristan Taormino. It arrived in the mail today, and tonight we will start reading it. We have heard that it is a great guide to the lifestye. &amp;nbsp;Has anyone else read it? and if so what did you think. We would love to know if anyone else found it helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7998041836435696500?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7998041836435696500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/opening-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7998041836435696500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7998041836435696500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/opening-up.html' title='Opening up'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94RV4QAiYOc/To0wS_ad47I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LWHAlRTromk/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7192202062220569512</id><published>2011-10-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:01:04.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's in your pants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3PaQS01c1U/Tou-jwJ3p_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/c7O619wf4DI/s1600/funny-black-and-white-photos03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3PaQS01c1U/Tou-jwJ3p_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/c7O619wf4DI/s320/funny-black-and-white-photos03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;- We talk about the swinger thing quite frequently, it is on both of our minds. Yet we haven't gotten too far with the whole thing. Are we too picky? Do we expect something that doesn't exist? Can we be friends and fuck buddies? Do we have to conform to what everyone else does? Are the right people out there somewhere? I know these are questions and scenarios I ponder all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My ideal would be to find a couple that we connect with on different levels. First feeling some type of attraction. Myself, I like unique people that have a mind of their own and an openness to all aspects of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love to laugh and tease, so that is also right on the top of my list. At first thoughts of going into this lifestyle I thought it only to be a, get in....fuck..then get out. For some it might be, but for us I think it needs to be a bit more. Not to say at the right time and or moment of a crazy sexual vibe we wouldn't ride that wave and indulge. As for putting thought into it, fuck buddies, I believe are more our speed. When we click with people, we really usually click and although that doesn't come around every day we treasure our friends we have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another important thing is to be respectful of each person involved and make sure everything is good and checking in with the person you are with and your partner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want my love to be comfortable with the person he's with as well &amp;nbsp;as the person who I'm with. It turns me on to no end to know he's having a good time and to be able to glance over and see him in a pleasurable situation is such a turn on. Being able to share those moments later could and has been some of our hottest moments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We will continue on and see what comes our way and try not to get discouraged. We do have "the date" we talked about in the last post, but that isn't until the middle of the month. Crossing our fingers that we hit it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So a question for those reading. Can you just do the fuck and leave thing? Or would you rather have fuck buddies or friends with benefits? Just curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So the title question: Who's in your pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7192202062220569512?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7192202062220569512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-in-your-pants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7192202062220569512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7192202062220569512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-in-your-pants.html' title='Who&apos;s in your pants?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3PaQS01c1U/Tou-jwJ3p_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/c7O619wf4DI/s72-c/funny-black-and-white-photos03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7944108803296226754</id><published>2011-10-02T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:13:49.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way.........are you into me? Cuz I'm into you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbHF-0zvTeM/Tokl77vo4sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IZzY8qNJO9Q/s1600/film_pick_up_line_801085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbHF-0zvTeM/Tokl77vo4sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IZzY8qNJO9Q/s320/film_pick_up_line_801085.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm such a dork&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;: We've been flirting with a couple via the internet and they seem like a really nice down to earth attractive couple. They were the ones who contacted us with interest first. They live about 45 minutes from us and we both have the next few weekends booked but are going to try to get together towards the middle of the month. Most likely it will be a dinner date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;They are also new to the lifestyle and that was something that Walk and I discussed today. How do you make something happen if everything feels right? We both know how to hold a conversation and flirt a bit, but when it comes to advancements and moving forward, we are all new and a bit shaky. Unsure, would be a perfect way to sum it up. I think especially in a dinner situation. I'm not sure of their comfort level to making moves and just haven't had enough experience myself to acquire that confidence yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are not huge bar people, but will and can do that that type of thing. We also realize that might be a good way to socialize a bit more. We talked about going to dinner to kind of feel things out to see if we want to move to the next event or level. &amp;nbsp;This is uncharted territory for us and we probably will do just fine, but it seems a little nerve racking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Realizing everyone has been new at one time or another, if you have any advice of how we could make this a little easier, please help a sister out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7944108803296226754?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7944108803296226754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-wayare-you-into-me-cuz-im-into-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7944108803296226754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7944108803296226754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-wayare-you-into-me-cuz-im-into-you.html' title='By the way.........are you into me? Cuz I&apos;m into you.'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbHF-0zvTeM/Tokl77vo4sI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IZzY8qNJO9Q/s72-c/film_pick_up_line_801085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7677445723615217991</id><published>2011-09-30T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:33:06.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9aqgO3P4dY/ToXoAr7tqNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F70kw3WyUKY/s1600/TheSunIsAThief.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9aqgO3P4dY/ToXoAr7tqNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F70kw3WyUKY/s320/TheSunIsAThief.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Starting a new day minus the negativity and hopefully a new outlook for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yes, I did delete the past few posts and comments because it was just done.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Roll~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We realize we are on a bad swinger list. &amp;nbsp;Oh well, you live and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7677445723615217991?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7677445723615217991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7677445723615217991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7677445723615217991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9aqgO3P4dY/ToXoAr7tqNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F70kw3WyUKY/s72-c/TheSunIsAThief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4712739134351687647</id><published>2011-09-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:32:55.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After a week of complete craziness we're back on the Internet. I was almost going through withdrawals. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rl62WeduARk/Tnlds-rKDQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c8cI87EJBV4/s1600/buttercup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rl62WeduARk/Tnlds-rKDQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c8cI87EJBV4/s320/buttercup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okZAOwsE1KM/TnldvjsRSGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/c4z3WVP9yzQ/s1600/bakerytruck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okZAOwsE1KM/TnldvjsRSGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/c4z3WVP9yzQ/s320/bakerytruck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvCROe3Xw9E/TnldzhZyy5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/zuuQqPQhpvc/s1600/beautifulman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvCROe3Xw9E/TnldzhZyy5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/zuuQqPQhpvc/s320/beautifulman.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXNv8BHEb90/Tnld8cn_oFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OSMrQomTWXE/s1600/ugo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXNv8BHEb90/Tnld8cn_oFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OSMrQomTWXE/s320/ugo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This last Sunday we went to Culver City to the home of the the old Helms Bakery Warehouse. It was a well known bakery to Southern Californians back in the 30's all the way to the late 60's. The truck shown is one of their delivery trucks that they would drive through the neighborhoods an sell bread and pastries which they had displayed in beautiful wood drawers in the back of the truck. People would go out and purchase their bread or what have you right in front of their home. Sort of like the ice cream man or a milk man concept. Some day I will own a business using one of these old trucks, marketing my own product...mark my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This bakery warehouse is now converted into furniture stores and the one being my favorite is the one I got my picture taken in front of the sign (HD Buttercup). It had killer industrial chic reporposed stuff that I totally dig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then as the day went on we headed down to Venice Beach and backtracked a little ways to Culver City and found this awesome Italian Cafe called Ugo. We had Panini's and gelato and coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4712739134351687647?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4712739134351687647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4712739134351687647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4712739134351687647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rl62WeduARk/Tnlds-rKDQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c8cI87EJBV4/s72-c/buttercup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1994132948590982673</id><published>2011-09-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:02:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AT&amp;T customer service?!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Him: We are temporarily out of service for the time being. Well actually we are fine but our Internet is down. I am typing this on my IPhone. We recently switched  to Uverse had nothing but issues so we switched back to dsl. The problem is is that AT&amp;T customer service has no idea how to do it. I Had everything scheduled so the Internet downtime would be less than 4 hours. Well after over 6 hours on hold 13 different people including 2 managers I was  told it was scheduled for October 31. Oh hell no I now have it scheduled for Tuesday the 20th of September. I can't believe how bad their customer service is. I was actually tol by one rep that if I opened a business account that customer service would be better. So hopefully we will be back soon. Thanks for letting me vent be back soon &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1994132948590982673?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1994132948590982673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-customer-service.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1994132948590982673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1994132948590982673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-customer-service.html' title='AT&amp;T customer service?!!!!!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6829732363624102013</id><published>2011-09-13T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:28:45.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBlrPIf1MsI/Tm-CyMn-r-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3xR91506dQM/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBlrPIf1MsI/Tm-CyMn-r-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3xR91506dQM/s320/Picture+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;- I found this image on the Internet somewhere in my vast searching and it's called "Dirty Socks".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love it! It definitely put a smile on my face to run across it. It makes me think (scary, I know) I would really like to have some crazy monkey sex. I'm not sure what that means (minus the monkeys, of course), just saying crazy ass sex sounds terrific right now! Bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6829732363624102013?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6829732363624102013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/dirty-socks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6829732363624102013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6829732363624102013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/dirty-socks.html' title='Dirty Socks'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBlrPIf1MsI/Tm-CyMn-r-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3xR91506dQM/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-770085411971456910</id><published>2011-09-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:54:46.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well it has been a while since I have written, I have noticed some renewed interest in the blog. Thanks to Hubman for the shout out, as Roll has said all is quiet on the swinging front. I have been thinking a lot about this lately. I have pondered our approach or should I say my approach. Roll has been inclined lately to just hang back, go on with life. I on the other hand found myself on this mad search a quest if you will to make something happen. Even this evening before blogging I was bouncing from website to website searching for parties and events, looking at profiles, who's viewing me and all the other crap that goes along with it. I have come to the conclusion that when it is right it will happen. This is not something that can be forced. I know Roll has felt this way for a while it just took me a little longer. &amp;nbsp;I am not saying I won't look it's part of my nature, but at this time it just isn't happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know for now the most important thing for me to work on is rekindling that spark for the great sex that Roll and I enjoy. I think often times my desires to create this fantasy arrangement can get in the way of our great sex life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To our new readers thanks for joining us on our journey, we would love to hear your input and thoughts as I know many of you have had the same struggles and trials.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Again thanks Hubman for the pimp its been fun reading your blog also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-770085411971456910?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/770085411971456910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/him-it-has-been-while-since-i-have.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/770085411971456910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/770085411971456910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/him-it-has-been-while-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7482493960540303274</id><published>2011-09-07T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T14:35:55.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No swinging stories, just boobs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeWaut6qduo/TmebeUZRP_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/jM9XW76Xq4Y/s1600/aboobies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeWaut6qduo/TmebeUZRP_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/jM9XW76Xq4Y/s320/aboobies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ran across an ISM (Ishotmyself.com) photo that I took a couple years ago for a folio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk and I tease that I'm a porn star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe in my next life. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7482493960540303274?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7482493960540303274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-swinging-stories-just-boobs.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7482493960540303274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7482493960540303274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-swinging-stories-just-boobs.html' title='No swinging stories, just boobs.'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeWaut6qduo/TmebeUZRP_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/jM9XW76Xq4Y/s72-c/aboobies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8799862095385039292</id><published>2011-09-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:28:44.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex is timeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caKulkTyHP8/TmRdJxkgaTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PZx2k6ABIIA/s1600/Picture+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caKulkTyHP8/TmRdJxkgaTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PZx2k6ABIIA/s320/Picture+4.png" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZstpkeeGmo/TmRdN7qwNeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zHMSyVzW2mA/s1600/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PZstpkeeGmo/TmRdN7qwNeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zHMSyVzW2mA/s320/Picture+5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pKAg2HFRJQ/TmRdQqlY_VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UBI2ZlwLv9o/s1600/Picture+6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pKAg2HFRJQ/TmRdQqlY_VI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UBI2ZlwLv9o/s320/Picture+6.png" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her: I love retro porn......it makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always think to myself, "did my grandparents do this shit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But did they?.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8799862095385039292?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8799862095385039292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/sex-is-timeless.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8799862095385039292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8799862095385039292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/sex-is-timeless.html' title='Sex is timeless'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caKulkTyHP8/TmRdJxkgaTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PZx2k6ABIIA/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4733298987034220368</id><published>2011-08-31T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:02:07.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing out the guest bed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9w1pirOup0/Tl7ztt4qSjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ft47vKGw6qY/s1600/frombehind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9w1pirOup0/Tl7ztt4qSjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ft47vKGw6qY/s320/frombehind.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her: Just sharing and being&amp;nbsp;exhibitionists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4733298987034220368?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4733298987034220368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing-out-guest-bed.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4733298987034220368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4733298987034220368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing-out-guest-bed.html' title='Testing out the guest bed.'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9w1pirOup0/Tl7ztt4qSjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ft47vKGw6qY/s72-c/frombehind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-821326351346858559</id><published>2011-08-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:19:13.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated sexually'/><title type='text'>I'm a quitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsS_M03Aqbg/TlZ0ZiZk-nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4l2YE_DyBWw/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsS_M03Aqbg/TlZ0ZiZk-nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4l2YE_DyBWw/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: I'm not quitting the sexual openness or whatever sexual experience comes our way, but for now I'm done or quitting with the websites and the chat rooms and the flirts and what have you. It's all really done for me at the moment. Our lives have just become way to consumed with this whole thing that just doesn't seem to be panning out the way I thought. I mean it's hours spent every day checking 3 different websites and the mailboxes and chats and whatever events. I'm starting to lose the main purpose of doing this, which is for us to have awesome sex and a closer relationship and to meet like minded people. For myself , an occasional peek at events coming up is where I'd like to be. Just go to those events and see what happens. Now with Walk having an iphone and the computer at home it's just a constant checking and I know it's becoming obsessive. Walk can do his thing, but for me I need to be a quitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I won't quit here....like anybody cares or comments here anymore anyways, but I need to keep this just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-821326351346858559?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/821326351346858559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-quitter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/821326351346858559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/821326351346858559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-quitter.html' title='I&apos;m a quitter'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsS_M03Aqbg/TlZ0ZiZk-nI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4l2YE_DyBWw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-9064490266739899183</id><published>2011-08-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:30:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can't catch a break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Roll&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;All planned out to go to a club tonight.We had met a lady on a lifestyle site and were going to meet her for dinner and have her follow us to the club. We had all agreed on no expectations and that we'd just see how it all works out. I wasn't totally feeling it but was willing to give it a go and make some kind of move toward meeting someone and not judging from just what you see online. It's so hard to know if there will be an actual connection or attraction via computer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyways, I'm sure you can probably tell by the way I'm writing this that something went astray. Yep, got a notification this morning that the club wasn't putting on the event tonight because the owner of the venue was starting construction and turning into another business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So no party for us and we opted to just tell the lady we were going to meet that we'd have to meet another time. It felt like the thing to do since we both decide we weren't feelin "it". We didn't want the uncomfortableness of meeting for dinner and not having something to do afterwards to break the ice or be able to bow out if things weren't going well. Who knows if we missed an opportunity? Probably. She doesn't live close and it wouldve been an hour drive to meet up with her. Might be a lame excuse but I think I was right in going with my gut on this. She seemed a little to serious for me I love to laugh and giggle and have fun. Not that I have any room to judge and I'm not really. But you know when you see someone and you are attracted, not meaning they are super attractive but something is attractive to you and there's kind of a pull. Yeah, I didn't have that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a brighter note... did chat with a guy in Colorado tonight and had a blast being silly and flirting and basically cutting up. That is such a turn on to me. Just to have fun and let go. Ok but he and his wife live in Colorado, that's a problem. Did you know Colorado has a huge swinger community? Weird huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh and I had bought a cute little somethun somethun to wear tonight and now it just sits on the end of the bed with no place to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-9064490266739899183?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/9064490266739899183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-cant-catch-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/9064490266739899183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/9064490266739899183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-cant-catch-break.html' title='We can&apos;t catch a break.'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4379321307679490687</id><published>2011-08-16T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:01:14.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;We have decided to give the club another chance. While online the other day I noticed that there was a party this Saturday &amp;nbsp;at the local LA club. We had gone once before and although we did not not meet anyone to play with we had a great time with each other. We ended up playing on the dance floor and I received a fantastic blow job right there in front of everyone. It was really hot and we had a great time. It was also the night we met Ron Jeremy which was fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We weren't sure if we would ever go back but the other day we decided to give it another try. We are also going to go with a single lady we have chatted with in the past. She had expressed an interest in going the last time but for some reason she couldn't make it. The other day while chatting with her we mentioned we were going and she started asking us about it. She wanted to know if it was safe and I assured her it was, and if it made her feel better, we would meet her ahead of time and she could follow us there. She really liked the idea. I told her that this was a no pressure type of thing no expectations either way just go as friends. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hopefully this time maybe we will meet others we will just have to wait and see. We will keep you posted. Wish us luck&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4379321307679490687?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4379321307679490687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday-night-fever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4379321307679490687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4379321307679490687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday night fever'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5245383273110314987</id><published>2011-08-14T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:35:17.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allowing pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xZ1OllAv-k/TkgG45vPVsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nWiIifmpcfs/s1600/thumbnail.asp.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xZ1OllAv-k/TkgG45vPVsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nWiIifmpcfs/s320/thumbnail.asp.jpeg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her-&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Letting yourself go to someone you trust and learning to be one with yourself has brought a new aspect to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the past several years I have found myself to be multi-orgasmic and way more in tune with my body than I have ever thought possible. In years past I just wasn't feeling it and one of the major causes was birth control. That wasn't the only culprit but it was a major player. Just believe me when I say that I have come a long way on so many levels. But being multi-orgasmic isn't what I want to talk about. Although that might be a good topic to hit on someday. What I was getting to is the fact of being comfortable enough to just let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I'm trying to get to is something that has happened in the past very infrequently, now as of lately has happen almost on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been squirting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Most of the time it's been a gush more than a squirt, but I have squirted. This is kind of new to me and for a while I was kind of embarrassed about it. Not that I wasn't enjoying it, but the after effects left me feeling a bit ashamed. This phenomenon has been happening mostly but not limited to morning sex. It usually happens with&amp;nbsp;my pussy being eaten and being fingered pretty hard. I basically explode and the squirting follows. It is very intense, and lucky me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; Walk &lt;/span&gt;knows just how to bring me to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk &lt;/span&gt;says," it's beautiful". I'm not totally convinced of that being the word for it, but I am becoming slowly more comfortable with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm thinking that the reason for it happening during morning sex is the fact of probably being at my most relaxed state. Being at ease and coming to grips with your sexuality makes this happen I believe and also being able to let go of days stresses and worries, even if just for that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Allowing yourself pleasure is a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJJH5q448lk/TkgG-9aadvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FWG5wlE6758/s1600/thumbnail-1.asp.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJJH5q448lk/TkgG-9aadvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FWG5wlE6758/s320/thumbnail-1.asp.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5245383273110314987?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5245383273110314987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/allowing-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5245383273110314987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5245383273110314987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/allowing-pleasure.html' title='Allowing pleasure'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xZ1OllAv-k/TkgG45vPVsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nWiIifmpcfs/s72-c/thumbnail.asp.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4735531884350802172</id><published>2011-08-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:35:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All talk ~ No action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmR1D87B4Ls/TkH_R50skDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lGMsNENLw9o/s1600/DownloadedFile-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmR1D87B4Ls/TkH_R50skDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lGMsNENLw9o/s1600/DownloadedFile-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her -&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Funny coming to a place in your life where you are open to things that you never thought possible and you stand there and look around and say, "who the fuck are we"? and where did we come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are the people that have been married forever and a day, who absolutely adore each other and have been through so much. We are the people who like to laugh and be silly and love sex. We are the people that by some crazy turn of events and digging down deep in the soul, have realize we want to expand our sexual horizons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have come to this point in our lives (unbelievably), and we are comfortable in knowing who we are and what we want out of life. The reality is we are just regular people, obvoisly not experiencing the not so regular thing. So now it becomes a weird search for people that feel the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The swinger sites are ok and somewhat interesting. But every body's profile seems the same and I get a whole high school feel of I'll show you mine if you show me yours. It was a little stupid fun at the beginning, but I find it to be just &amp;nbsp;down right stupid now. It is interesting that both of us seem to have the same kind of taste in people. Without seeming pretentious, there just doesn't seem like many people who fit into what we think might be compatible with us. We aren't into the "Hot, tight, &amp;nbsp;perfect" people, we tend to lean towards "unique" and "silly - fun"- good looking (but not Barbie and Ken). It's just what does it for us. So much of this lifestyle seems like a show and I really don't want to put one on. I just want to be myself and meet others that are the same way. I know they are out there, we just haven't ran into them. At Desire these people are a heck of a lot more accessible and more what we are looking for. Not all of them, but a much bigger portion. The vibe there and the environment has us spoiled and wanting something we can't seem to obtain at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish I could come to the blog and write about this great couple we met and we hit it off and we're going out to dinner and they just drive us crazy sexually and we were able to laugh have fun and it looks like hot nights are definitely ahead of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As for now it's "All talk, no action"&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4735531884350802172?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4735531884350802172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-talk-no-action.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4735531884350802172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4735531884350802172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-talk-no-action.html' title='All talk ~ No action'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmR1D87B4Ls/TkH_R50skDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lGMsNENLw9o/s72-c/DownloadedFile-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8954262957766157702</id><published>2011-08-06T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:18:56.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reflection of life and art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Today we went to the street art show at the Geffin Contemporary in L.A. Most of the show was not that great , but a few select pieces caught our attention. This piece we just found to be ironic as it sort of reflects &amp;nbsp;(literally) where we are in life in a humorous way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRDJuRcRRGA/Tj4fWMrIwZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iV8XkLirsfE/s1600/IMG_0479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRDJuRcRRGA/Tj4fWMrIwZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iV8XkLirsfE/s320/IMG_0479.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8954262957766157702?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8954262957766157702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflection-of-life-and-art.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8954262957766157702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8954262957766157702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflection-of-life-and-art.html' title='The reflection of life and art'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRDJuRcRRGA/Tj4fWMrIwZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iV8XkLirsfE/s72-c/IMG_0479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8630401943593829266</id><published>2011-07-31T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:07:20.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kiss of a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVkkZNwB2Xg/TjYCrZ8c-TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nAq9saWnJDI/s1600/akiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVkkZNwB2Xg/TjYCrZ8c-TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nAq9saWnJDI/s320/akiss.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Memories of Desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kissing a girl for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(okay maybe it was our third or four kiss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can see my body language is a little uptight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even though we know each other and I consider her a very dear friend....hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's not really because I didn't want to. It was just so new and I knew people were watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hopefully I can loosen up a bit and learn to relax and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I have no problem doing that with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her kiss was soft, sweet and very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is what I want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friends that you can kiss and play and talk with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;People to be real with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is that to much to ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr1p0fi5f-c/TjYIfmnjuNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zlEo5njEIOI/s1600/akiss2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sr1p0fi5f-c/TjYIfmnjuNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zlEo5njEIOI/s200/akiss2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PT4-hfKR1Vg/TjYJ5TdMGlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A7vEjNcPnuk/s1600/alaughing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PT4-hfKR1Vg/TjYJ5TdMGlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A7vEjNcPnuk/s200/alaughing.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Wonder who's boobs are in the background?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8630401943593829266?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8630401943593829266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/kiss-of-woman.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8630401943593829266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8630401943593829266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/kiss-of-woman.html' title='The kiss of a woman'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVkkZNwB2Xg/TjYCrZ8c-TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nAq9saWnJDI/s72-c/akiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6774332622004990485</id><published>2011-07-29T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:12:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>US</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/JrBp1FDf27w/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrBp1FDf27w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrBp1FDf27w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you already ~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6774332622004990485?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6774332622004990485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6774332622004990485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6774332622004990485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/us.html' title='US'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3341972047982280938</id><published>2011-07-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:07:05.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Walk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another weekend passed and still no movement on the swinging front, fantastic sex with each other and that is what is really the most important. We lately have been like two teenagers who can't keep their hands off of each other. The difference is as teenagers we didn't know how to have this great of sex. &amp;nbsp;We both were saying this weekend how we thought this would be easier. The whole swinging thing seemed so much like it just happens. I guess it would if you were just willing to fuck anything and everything, We have had offers, people who want to get together but none that have been the kind of people we are looking for. They sent us their private pics and kept saying lets get together. I am not a prude but when the first pic I see is of your creampie dripping from your twat I will probably pass, maybe I am weird who knows. We have set up dinner plans with sort of a couple they are currently relocating to Southern California and his wife will be here next month. Yea Yea I know that sounds like a bullshit line from a single guy but I am pretty sure he is legit and besides that it is just dinner no more. He has even said they don't play separately. We will have to see how that goes. The single girl not sure what happened there we haven't seen her on the site lately. &amp;nbsp;The lifestyle has definitely increased our communication and and helped fuel some great sex. I think we might try the club again soon, if nothing else we had some great exhibitionist sex and you never know a different crowd might yield different results.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the way home today I was listening to a podcast on my phone it was a podcast called lifestyle life. The hosts were discussing a trip to Desire they had made and how they didn't play with anyone while they were there. They said they almost felt like swinger failures, they were almost depressed about it. Both of them said it took them a while to realize that yes they are also fairly new to the lifestyle and there is a huge learning process involved. As teenagers we had to learn the ins and outs of the dating world and for newbies such as ourselves we have to learn some of these skills all over again. The difference now is we are dealing in an adult world with adult feelings and emotions. Sex is sex but in the big picture we still have to consider the &amp;nbsp;feelings and emotions emotions of those involved&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for letting me ramble and please comment we enjoy hearing your insights and value many of your opinions after all these are not things we can discuss with our vanilla friends they would never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Thanks for letting me ramble and please comment we enjoy hearing from you. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3341972047982280938?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3341972047982280938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3341972047982280938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3341972047982280938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-2671136178167667982</id><published>2011-07-24T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:13:20.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the closest to swinging we've gotten lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_52gNGZ7qU/TivE2LuYiWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U_6g9MeycP4/s1600/aswing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_52gNGZ7qU/TivE2LuYiWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U_6g9MeycP4/s320/aswing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ8m0kGX1e8/TivE6Iev6EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YYeYJYmEXq0/s1600/abswing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ8m0kGX1e8/TivE6Iev6EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YYeYJYmEXq0/s320/abswing.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OC Fair 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our sex with each other lately has been over the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sex with others is non-existent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not complaining ....just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-2671136178167667982?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2671136178167667982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-closest-to-swinging-weve-gotten.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2671136178167667982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2671136178167667982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-closest-to-swinging-weve-gotten.html' title='This is the closest to swinging we&apos;ve gotten lately'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_52gNGZ7qU/TivE2LuYiWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U_6g9MeycP4/s72-c/aswing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6450824488729542887</id><published>2011-07-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:19:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FFM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JPDPJbX9Wo/TiZTK0H37cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rS7iC9dt_H4/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JPDPJbX9Wo/TiZTK0H37cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rS7iC9dt_H4/s320/Picture+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So one of the latest things that we have thrown into the mix is the thought of maybe getting together with a single female. We've been chatting with one in particular on the Kasidie website. She seems nice and first and foremost wants to see if we can strike up a friendship. I have mixed feelings because like many other things have really not let myself feel like I could actually be involved with a woman. There's no reason except for the fact of many years of marriage to one very important person. Now that our lives are in a bit of an open mode, it is a little like walking in uncharted area. Exciting and a little unknown and scary. This girl has been in a relationship before with a couple and it was a positive experience for her and she's shared a little of it with us. She's more into girls but does like guys and seems to be interested somewhat in us. I have no clue as to what extent and I guess we will just have to find out in due time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; keeps teasing me that I have a girlfriend. Not quite and I really don't know if she's my type. Oh my god, that sounds weird! She seems really feminine and talks about the sensual things she likes to do and I'm not all about slow soft sensual touch and all romantic girly stuff. Just not me so we'll have to see. Now as for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think he is all in as long as she's not batshit crazy. He's told me he's good with just me and her or me , her and him and that didn't surprise me a bit. We will probably make a dinner date with her pretty soon and I will fill you in on the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6450824488729542887?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6450824488729542887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/her-one-of-latest-things-that-have-been.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6450824488729542887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6450824488729542887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/her-one-of-latest-things-that-have-been.html' title='FFM'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JPDPJbX9Wo/TiZTK0H37cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rS7iC9dt_H4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3218385806895786373</id><published>2011-07-17T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:09:33.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Walk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am only on here to brag today. The picture of the painting I am posting just won 2nd place at the Orange County Fair and the Judges choice award, against a great field of competition I could not be prouder of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;painting is one of my favorites and I always knew that it was an award winning painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_EyPtUVI0E/TiMInud4i5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/A-YrKcVgzXQ/s1600/biggirlpanties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_EyPtUVI0E/TiMInud4i5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/A-YrKcVgzXQ/s320/biggirlpanties.jpg" width="214" /&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/5766895866989067450-3218385806895786373?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3218385806895786373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/walk-i-am-only-on-here-to-brag-today.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3218385806895786373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3218385806895786373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/walk-i-am-only-on-here-to-brag-today.html' title=''/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_EyPtUVI0E/TiMInud4i5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/A-YrKcVgzXQ/s72-c/biggirlpanties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3087652170117572607</id><published>2011-07-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:00:44.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the dating pool way too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: I've been doing some thinking (scary...I know) Here we have come to this part in our lives where we can be open with our sexuality as a couple and potentially with others. Ok now that's all good, so we have joined some swinger sites and went to a party and a bar and ....nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have even pondered going back to Sea Mountain (in the Calif. desert) which I said I would never do but knowing it's the closest thing to a miniature Desire not in the asthetic sense but people wise is what is the draw. Still not high on my list of places I want to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not feeling this whole go to parties and pick up on people thing. The bar scene is also not really my thing either. I sound all so negative and kind of " I don't wanna", huh? Maybe I am, but I'm just sayin what I'm feeling like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know I'm sexual.... and our sex as a couple rocks, we have crazy sex. We have in the last couple months come to the facts that we are both interested in sex with other people and want to put that into play, but haven't found our place yet.The thought of watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;again with another woman turns me on incredibly. (never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought I'd say that.)&amp;nbsp;But that said...I don't think I'm "swinger" material so to speak. I want to just consider myself "open sexually". I don't want to be on the hunt. &amp;nbsp;I just want to be my sexual little self and if the right moment comes along, I will go with it. If we come upon some people that we hit it off with and the feeling is right, then it's on. I'm just not a clubbing type or bar girl, I'm just regular boring with a little craziness now and then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought the hard part was just finding the way to talk to each other about this subject and being able to be real and say things that we've never been able to admit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is like dating all over again and trying to pick up on people and shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Crap, I don't know if I want to bother with all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Walk: &lt;/span&gt;I do agree this all seems &amp;nbsp;like a lot of work I guess for me the payoff is worth it. The sexual feelings this whole process has brought between us is part of the benefit of it. Even during our sexual play I have started to describe what I would like to see. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;enjoys a little bondage now and then, and last night I told her that one of these days a bondage session will include bringing another female or possibly a couple into the room after she is bound. The idea of this excites the hell out of me. &amp;nbsp;I hope someday to make it happen. The challenge is to find somebody we can both feel comfortable with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think eventually we will find the "right people" whoever that may be. I feel as long as the search continues to fuel our sex drive it is all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3087652170117572607?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3087652170117572607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-dating-pool-way-too-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3087652170117572607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3087652170117572607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-dating-pool-way-too-long.html' title='Out of the dating pool way too long'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4526261698866130077</id><published>2011-07-12T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:23:56.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As we sit here on the couch together approaching midweek we have discussed trying to set up a meet and greet of some sort for the upcoming weekend.Whether it's going to a party or a club or meeting a couple for dinner who knows. We have scoured the internet , the websites , we googled swinger parties, we have sent flirts to couples online and it seems like it's still so elusive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;has expressed the frustration she feels when it seems like we just keep looking and nothing comes about from it. I understand the frustration I feel it also I &amp;nbsp;look and look and still nothing. I realize it becomes an obsession for me continuing to check emails and who is viewing us and who's online. I guess for me I want to recreate the good times we have had. I also realize that you cannot force things to happen. If it is going to it will. I just wonder do others go through this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4526261698866130077?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4526261698866130077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-next.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4526261698866130077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4526261698866130077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-next.html' title='Whats next?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5167366834768359133</id><published>2011-07-10T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:15:18.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We watched Ed Asner read Dr Seuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHenaeiVGDo/ThppQvryeSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Tvde4B2v04w/s1600/as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHenaeiVGDo/ThppQvryeSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Tvde4B2v04w/s320/as.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsnTg8X1yY8/ThppSkFXtPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qSDqlEuqwzk/s1600/as1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsnTg8X1yY8/ThppSkFXtPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qSDqlEuqwzk/s320/as1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AsQ5ucaXFLQ/ThppWB_5xvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KpdsIpd9vYo/s1600/as2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AsQ5ucaXFLQ/ThppWB_5xvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KpdsIpd9vYo/s320/as2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nso5Vo3U7I/ThppWeNVTTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KPz4Dcp-b54/s1600/as3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Nso5Vo3U7I/ThppWeNVTTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KPz4Dcp-b54/s320/as3.jpg" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foITUt3uqj8/ThppXDEkVKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dVrjFNpZh7U/s1600/as4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foITUt3uqj8/ThppXDEkVKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dVrjFNpZh7U/s320/as4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So last weeks post was, "we partied with a hedgehog''. This weeks "We watched Ed Asner read Dr Seuss". Yes you read that right. On saturday night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I went to a fundraiser called Twenty Wonders it was at the local roller derby rink and it was to raise money for down syndrome. The event looked interesting and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;had asked for the tickets as a birthday gift so off we went. Interesting was definitely a good description surreal would be another. The event was in downtown LA, the Silverlake area to be exact. It was held in a very non descript building just a typical looking warehouse converted into a roller derby rink. When we arrived, the event looked to be right up our alley Steam Punk decorated, food trucks, The batmobile, and just people watching heaven. As we walked around we saw a little house painted with a &amp;nbsp;Dr Seuss theme, as we looked inside sure enough Ed Asner reading Dr Seuss. &amp;nbsp;It was bizarre to say the least, I snapped a couple of picgtures and then took some super 8 video on the IPhone. Neither one of us could believe what we saw I continued to video and the best part was catching one of the roller derby referees standing behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;with a huge rack and cleavage framing her head. This evening was tame in comparison to last weeks but a little more bizzare. Another of the evenings entertainment was Exene Cervenka. Many of you have probably never heard of her but she used to be the lead singer of a pretty famous LA based punk band X. &amp;nbsp;She came out to sing the National Anthem and to look up and now see see a 61 year old former punk rocker wearing &amp;nbsp;a matronly dress and apron with a bandana around her head, sleeved in tatoos and Mary Poppins shoes was another bizarre moment. At that moment I thought well I guess punkers have to retire also. The Roller derby was the next event. &amp;nbsp;The match was between the LA Riettes and the San Diego Wildfires. &amp;nbsp;The LA team won the match. This was the first time we had ever been to roller derby and we would definitely go back for that &amp;nbsp; The whole night just seemed so bizarre and so surreal but a great night nonetheless because we spent it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5167366834768359133?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5167366834768359133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-watched-ed-asner-read-dr-seuss.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5167366834768359133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5167366834768359133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-watched-ed-asner-read-dr-seuss.html' title='We watched Ed Asner read Dr Seuss'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHenaeiVGDo/ThppQvryeSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Tvde4B2v04w/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-18781524951819046</id><published>2011-07-03T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:28:41.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We partied with a hedgehog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- The setting: Found a club party in LA for Saturday night. &amp;nbsp;Not big club people but got dressed, bit the bullet and set forth at 10:00pm. Pulled up in an old industrial brick building with bars on the windows. Luckily we kind of know the area and have a friend that has a business in one of the cool old buildings down the street. &amp;nbsp;Nice cars lined up in the front to be valeted, for some reason help ease the moment. Signed in and paid the $70 entry fee and we entered into a pretty well done makeshift club. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyways, to make a long story as short as possible.....sexy people (kind of like Desire with a little more clothes), said hello to some people we saw on the website had small talk (no connection), lots of dancing and smiles and more hellos. They had a nice spread of food and drinks and projected black and white nude pictures on one of the brick walls all night. We as a couple had a pretty sexy time toward the last part of the evening. There were small leather couches and high tables and chairs surounding the dance floor and stripper pole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;started playing with my boobs and the next thing you know I took off my heels and I stradled him on the couch. Bustier now pulled down breasts exposed and skirt hiked, he fingered me hard and we just totally got lost in the moment with the music pumpin. It was just totally hot because it just didn't matter. After, went outside for fresh air and I told him we weren't leaving LA until I gave him a blow job. Next thing you know I made him sit on one of the bar stools around the dance floor and he leaned back and I stayed in my wheelchair and had so much fun sucking and stroking him and just knowing the atmosphere was so sexy around us and peopled watched and I think enjoyed. I know I did. It was so awesome make him cum and just look up at him and swallow and watch the look on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We had to just come to the fact of that the evening was for us and it wasn't going to happen with anybody else and we just went for it. Who knows if we'll ever be good at this, but if anything it is an experience and a sexual one between us... and that's a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You never know what's going to happen in your life. I'm telling you. There was a surprise guest for the evening at the club, I'm not sure why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGMxNJ3cTp4/ThC14GOizGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J1e9WcqVOOg/s1600/aron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGMxNJ3cTp4/ThC14GOizGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J1e9WcqVOOg/s320/aron.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So here I am with him. Yep, Ron Jeremy. Holy fucking shit! He was pretty nice. Nasty looking dude, but nice. Actually he said to me after the pic," Can I see your boobs". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;had put the iphone back in his pocket thinking the photo op was over as I pulled down my bustier and he started fondling my tits.(he had asked if he could touch)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;fumbled for the phone to take a picture and a security dude came up and stopped him. Damn, damn. If was frickin halarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You just never know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-18781524951819046?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/18781524951819046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-partied-with-hedgehog.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/18781524951819046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/18781524951819046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-partied-with-hedgehog.html' title='We partied with a hedgehog.'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGMxNJ3cTp4/ThC14GOizGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J1e9WcqVOOg/s72-c/aron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3659237171341975465</id><published>2011-07-02T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T17:03:53.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking one for the team or as our friend M would say falling on a grenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the question has come up alot lately. Do you take one for the team? We have discussed this in depth and are still yet to come up with the answer. We have emailed friends asking them, and spoke with others while on vacation. In this life we call swinging it is an enhancement to an already great sex life, what we want we already have and only choose to add something more to add to it. One responder to this question I will call him" The lazy fuck" lol he has been involved in the lifestyle for about 7 years, he and his lovely wife W both wise well beyond their years came &amp;nbsp;up with responses which were similar. She responded ( I will loosely quote)that "she has gone along with a couple where her connection with the man was less than perfect but only because he was quiet and reserved and she tends to be that way also. Her attitude was she wanted to be able to see him"the lazy fuck" get to that hot place" The next time they saw the couple, the couple wanted a repeat and she actually told the wife that there was no chemistry with the husband and she understood. He "TLF" actually responded with a very similar answer, for him sometimes it's about watching her get to that place. As I described him he is wise beyond his age and his comment was (and again I loosely quote), " Sometimes we feel as if we are getting the short end of the stick more often than our spouse but it is important to remember that this is not a game and we should not be keeping score. Just enjoy your partners sexual experience and always remember you have who you want and rest is just cake." We also had people respond with more direct response was just a flat out, "hell no I won't fall on the grenade for anybody". I tend to agree more with our friends TLF and W as I look into this and besides you never know your initial feelings may be completely different than the reality afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Because we are so new and haven't come across many situations I can only guess as to my reaction or feelings. I feel I am open to new ideas and issues but must feel comfortable in order to embrace those things. As of where I am right at the moment and maybe this is selfish, but I don't want to take one for the team. I would rather sit back and watch or join in a little instead of having sex with someone that I'm just not into. Another way would be to talk to my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;alone and let him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;know where i was at with the situation and find out the where things could lead and what would he be comfortable with in knowing I wasn't going to be with the other persons spouse. Maybe this situation is hot, maybe just circumstancial? It might not be all that it was cracked up to be, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;might&amp;nbsp;prefer me to see if I could find a separate player or just be ok knowing I'm lurking in the back ground. Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can very easily see where people come to this point and I'm totally onboard with their opinions and experiences, but I'm not there as of yet and maybe someday I will understand a little more for myself and us as a couple&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;* any reference to The lazy fuck is done in a completely joking manner and we knew it would bring a smile to your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3659237171341975465?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3659237171341975465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-one-for-team-or-as-our-friend-m.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3659237171341975465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3659237171341975465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-one-for-team-or-as-our-friend-m.html' title='Taking one for the team or as our friend M would say falling on a grenade'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-2028540497730297717</id><published>2011-06-30T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:41:09.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to see this movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Mn9MqF8R9S0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mn9MqF8R9S0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mn9MqF8R9S0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Names of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I know it has subtitles. I don't care, I want to see it anyways. It's a Cannes Film Festival flick. I love little independent type films and documentaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hint-&amp;nbsp;maybe someone could take me this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The sexual tension looks pretty intriguing. Take a look for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who knew their would be talk on the blog about movies too?? All that and a bag of chips....or popcorn, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-2028540497730297717?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2028540497730297717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-to-see-this-movie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2028540497730297717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2028540497730297717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-want-to-see-this-movie.html' title='I want to see this movie!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3274839426810676000</id><published>2011-06-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:40:42.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A man and his wiener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgEINopPyxg/Tgk-tW-qNgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nZon9PgYRU8/s1600/weinerboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgEINopPyxg/Tgk-tW-qNgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nZon9PgYRU8/s320/weinerboy.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my wieners, with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3274839426810676000?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3274839426810676000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-and-his-wiener.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3274839426810676000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3274839426810676000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-and-his-wiener.html' title='A man and his wiener'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgEINopPyxg/Tgk-tW-qNgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nZon9PgYRU8/s72-c/weinerboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3273900586490624263</id><published>2011-06-25T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:21:28.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First "meet and greet"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu-udq9SR3o/TgbPzUKf3YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gjuNWH1pHG0/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu-udq9SR3o/TgbPzUKf3YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gjuNWH1pHG0/s320/Picture+1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:We drove and hour and some to get to this Irish pub where the "meet and greet" was. We both took a deep breath or two before going in and made our way to this fairly new strip mall pseudo Irish bar. We are not bar people so right there we were out of our element. A group of about 18 people were crammed into a little area and spotted us right away and said, are you looking for the lifestyle group. We said yeah and they welcomed us and I got out of my chair and plopped myself smack dab in the middle of everyone on a bar stool . We were so out of our element but tried to make ourselves approachable. After a few minutes of small talk of where we came from (the outsiders) we were moved into a bigger backroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Most of these people knew each other already and the vibe was ok. We actually met a uniquely cute single female with cherry red hair and a dude with gorgeous eyes (married) but not to cherry girl. They seemed to be friends and possibly been involved with each other or with the dudes wife as she was all about girls?? We talked about where we were at and they shared some of their experiences. They obviously had way more experience and I kind of got the vibe we were definitely being sized up. The others that were there seemed pretty nice but they had there things going on. Plus as of now we aren't really aggressive in that kind of situation. I wasn't really feeling the sexual vibe although I know many of them were. I just don't think I could go to a bar for an hour or two and say hey, let's go fuck. I have to feel a connection. We had tiny flirtation talk between these people I talked about that kind of hung with us a while, but &amp;nbsp;nothing was going to come from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As we drove home, we discussed that we don't need to drive that far to do something like that anymore, especially on a Friday night after "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" has had a long day at work. Also, realized we have really not brought up the single female issue. It was kind of in our face and we both were attracted a little to this cherry haired girl and that brought up the discussion of would we be ok with experiencing a solo female or as they call them a "unicorn".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So not a bad experience. I will chalk it up to just an experience, just okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3273900586490624263?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3273900586490624263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-meet-and-greet.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3273900586490624263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3273900586490624263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-meet-and-greet.html' title='First &quot;meet and greet&quot;'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu-udq9SR3o/TgbPzUKf3YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gjuNWH1pHG0/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-2050742016475033374</id><published>2011-06-25T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T17:10:35.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He bites.....I like!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIHvyEoCRcY/TgZ4eyjeL1I/AAAAAAAAADs/MEaRVLySep4/s1600/Photo+144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIHvyEoCRcY/TgZ4eyjeL1I/AAAAAAAAADs/MEaRVLySep4/s320/Photo+144.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkeGbxgK5mo/TgZ4hjQ4bwI/AAAAAAAAADw/c_kScYysnts/s1600/Photo+145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkeGbxgK5mo/TgZ4hjQ4bwI/AAAAAAAAADw/c_kScYysnts/s320/Photo+145.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minding my own business and out of know where this blonde haired, Billy Idol looking vampire strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know what this does to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-2050742016475033374?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2050742016475033374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-bitesi-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2050742016475033374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2050742016475033374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-bitesi-like.html' title='He bites.....I like!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIHvyEoCRcY/TgZ4eyjeL1I/AAAAAAAAADs/MEaRVLySep4/s72-c/Photo+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6044212891043703364</id><published>2011-06-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:19:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I never in my life looking back would have seen us "the average people, doing the average thing" , getting to this point in our lives. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We've joined a Lifestyle website and have even been contacted by a couple that is interested in us. That's just fuckin crazy! Tonight's dinner conversation included talking about what you do if we meet these people for dinner? How do you get out if it's not working for you or what do you do if it is?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Also we talked about how being at a club or something similar could be a little more sexual meeting people because the musics loud and pumping and you can dance and flirt, but going that route you really don't get to know people either. Dinner seems like it would be hard to get your sexy on. Does that make sense? We aren't drinkers, so for us to meet for drinks would be ok, but we really wouldn't be getting a buzz and loosening up. I think we are pretty relaxed and fun loving without drinking, so I don't suppose that would be an issue and a bar might make for a more fun atmosphere. But what do you do...really? You wanna get a room? I don't know, do you feel that strongly about wanting to be with someone off the bat. I don't think I could be that forward or aggressive, not my nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't think every time is going to be like our first dip in the pool. That was still to me a little unbelievable.(a bit surreal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When your at Desire you get all that wrapped nice and neat in a little package. The warm of the sun, the hanging out, the nakedness, going to dinner, going for drinks, and the club just creates a vibe all in one day. Not having that well is a little out of my grasp. We are very much people lovers and like that connection. Not that we want to add someone to our married life, but a friendship (I guess with benefits, would be nice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That brings up another subject for me (jumping all over the place). To say swinging or think that someday we could be "Swingers" kind of makes me wrinkle my nose. What keeps coming into my head is seedy bars, the 1970's gold chain wearing dudes, rock grotto's, nasty hairy fat men and skanky women. I know, I'm going to have to get this out of my mind. In due time, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm rambling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Being that we have been around the lifestyle for a while now I am aware that not all of the people in the lifestyle are like those described above. I am however amazed at how many people will post pictures on their profiles that I don't think they really looked at. Close up pictures taken three inches away from their crotch. You can see every ingrown hair, every inch of everything, not always the best look. I think that is where some of the stereotype comes from at least for me. Maybe I am wrong but I think the people I find the most attractive are not those who are posting this type of photo. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I think it will be difficult to make that leap to actually getting together with people, but I think when the time is right we will know it. I think overthinking it can also be a problem. We have approached everything so far with much trepidation and I think that's how we need to proceed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6044212891043703364?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6044212891043703364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-never.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6044212891043703364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6044212891043703364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-never.html' title='I never!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4592579137550298090</id><published>2011-06-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:47:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, excuses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcN6hazfGKs/Tf1kWNszgXI/AAAAAAAAADo/3pmvff9oxpc/s1600/between.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcN6hazfGKs/Tf1kWNszgXI/AAAAAAAAADo/3pmvff9oxpc/s320/between.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New meaning to "eating out".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; We sit here on the couch after a day of family and friends, a party at our house. You know calm after the storm..we clean, clean, clean, shove shit in drawers and closets, mow, prepare food, decorate, mingle, eat to much and now crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think that both of us would like to venture out tonight and go to a party that we found out about on the &amp;nbsp;website"Kasidie", its in LA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I am just to tired to go get ready and spruce myself to get ready to go party. Part of me just isn't in it , though I'd like to be. I feel like I need to be totally into going to a swinger party/club before I go. Going somewhere with my head not totally in it, doesn't sound like a good idea. I need a clear head and have a good vibe taking a step like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I so wish we had some of our like minded friends to go with, it would be so much easier knowing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I didn't pull the tired card at Desire, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hate trying new shit. I don't like the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4592579137550298090?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4592579137550298090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/excuses-excuses.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4592579137550298090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4592579137550298090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, excuses!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcN6hazfGKs/Tf1kWNszgXI/AAAAAAAAADo/3pmvff9oxpc/s72-c/between.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6381157939626200809</id><published>2011-06-15T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:30:31.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too early to think that quickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I started this new job, actually same job new jobsite. My boss paired me up with a guy who has been with the company for about 4 years. Before I start in the morning I always do some stretching, loosens up the body less, likely to get injured. The guy partnered up with me saw me stretching did a little himself and then proceeded to do high kicks and round house kicks in &amp;nbsp;fast order. I just stood back watched and thought to myself what the hell is going on. He did a few then turned to me and said can you kick that high? I said no, never had much call for high kicks. He then proceeded to tell me all about his martial arts experience how many fights he has been in and how he is a fifth degree black belt. He then asked me if I had any martial arts. I only wish I could have thought a little quicker, &amp;nbsp;because later I came up with the perfect answer . &amp;nbsp;I should have said "no but I recently did Tai Chi with the guy my wife had sex with". Why didn't I think of that sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6381157939626200809?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6381157939626200809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/too-early-to-think-that-quickly.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6381157939626200809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6381157939626200809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/too-early-to-think-that-quickly.html' title='Too early to think that quickly'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1723442259302659324</id><published>2011-06-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:37:00.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After three weeks on vacation I finally have to go back to work. Switching the brain back to work mode will not be easy. It has alreay been tough to adjust to a "normal lifestyle". The week in Cancun was late nights at the club dancing till wee hours of the morning. &amp;nbsp;I look forward to what lies ahead we have both vowed to keep our sex lives at the pace it has been on, and I feel like we will. I think it is important for us to not let life get in our way. I think part of that is staying connected the way we have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a side note today we went to our every three week therapy we have been doing this for a couple of years now. He knows where we go on vacation and knows we are very sexual people. We debated telling him of our latest adventures went through the pros and cons and decided not to tell him. The funny part is that during the session we did tell him about the resort and mentioned that it was very sexually charged and "lifestyle" friendly. He questioned what we meant about lifestyle and we explained. He said at one point how he was not sure about the whole lifestyle swinger thing and that it is never good. I found myself defending the "lifestyle and explaining how it does work for some. So he now probably realizes that we did partake in something. We didn't divulge what had happened, but during that discussion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;did say that we are not opposed to the lifestyle and understand how it can work. Well done rambling for now hope to hear from some of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1723442259302659324?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1723442259302659324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1723442259302659324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1723442259302659324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6042094730567279111</id><published>2011-06-12T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:30:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite sexual position and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIAxrlAB_cI/TfWgBIrflrI/AAAAAAAAADg/Cigy46yMpEs/s1600/iinappropriate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIAxrlAB_cI/TfWgBIrflrI/AAAAAAAAADg/Cigy46yMpEs/s320/iinappropriate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: I have several and I can have as many as I want because it's my blog. I guess I should have asked the question, "What are your favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;positions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Umm....ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; a blow job and watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; let himself go and totally get into it. As of lately I've learned to swallow and love watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; see me swallow it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Being tied up. Legs and arms spread and just fully taken in every way. Makes me crazy thinking about it. I guess I like feeling vulnerable (actually I know I do). Plus I know in that position things always get a little rough and that is the ultimate to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Doggie Style. It just totally does it for me. All the right places are hit and I love when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; hold my hips and guides me fast or slow. It feels so primal and awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. I absolutely love being between her thighs licking sucking and fingering&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to orgasm after orgasm I love the sounds and everything that goes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Behind her doggie style grabbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hips and slamming my cock in deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. I am also a huge fan of receiving her blow jobs especially since she has learned to just let herself go and really gets into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6042094730567279111?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6042094730567279111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-your-favorite-sexual-position-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6042094730567279111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6042094730567279111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-your-favorite-sexual-position-and.html' title='What&apos;s your favorite sexual position and why?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIAxrlAB_cI/TfWgBIrflrI/AAAAAAAAADg/Cigy46yMpEs/s72-c/iinappropriate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-881762770016068253</id><published>2011-06-10T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:01:42.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin Ramblins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3OWtfCY61o/TfKmcF4N7dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uqaTna3ZrCU/s1600/content.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3OWtfCY61o/TfKmcF4N7dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uqaTna3ZrCU/s320/content.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: I'm so content at this point of the game. All is good. I'm so relaxed and satisfied, I am almost lazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think we got wrapped up in the whole new experience thing. For me it's been a "what comes next" sort of time. Coming down from a trip from Desire is so draining mentally. It has taken us a while to get back to regular stuff (boring)but knowing we are on the same page is an awesome feeling. Do I feel like I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to go whole heartedly to find people to have sexual fun with?Not really, but I wouldn't turn it down if the right situation occurred. I now know that I can talk to my better half about these kinds of scenarios and that part is so very freeing to me as a couple. That was a big hurdle to get over and took some tried and true listening and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We have gone to some websites just looking at the different parties and places to go and as of now, none of it feels right to me. &amp;nbsp;I'm not quite sure why.......I guess I don't want to go and it be expected that we will do something because we are there. It's a bit of fear of the unknown and not wanting to be around the wrong kind of people. (if that makes sense) I'm not going to have sex or whatever with every person that shows interest and I don't know if that is considered rude in the lifestyle community. I don't want to offend anyone, but at the same time have my thoughts and decisions on what's best for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm satisfied in our relationship and finding people to fool around with is just an enhancement. If it happens, it happens. &amp;nbsp;The biggest thing is that we know how to talk about it. Who knows if it will ever happen again or we will find the avenue right for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm just a rambling relaxed fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-881762770016068253?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/881762770016068253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/rollin-ramblins.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/881762770016068253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/881762770016068253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/rollin-ramblins.html' title='Rollin Ramblins.'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3OWtfCY61o/TfKmcF4N7dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uqaTna3ZrCU/s72-c/content.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5961077664382812964</id><published>2011-06-08T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:56:38.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dUn1qIYQ6s/TfA2EAYFJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bf5WDqywFvI/s1600/picture.php.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dUn1qIYQ6s/TfA2EAYFJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bf5WDqywFvI/s320/picture.php.jpeg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;HIM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So I found this ad in OC weekly for Little Sassy Cassee the worlds smallest adult entertainer at 2'10" tall. My neighbor and I both want to go along with the wives why is this wrong? My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;is not feeling it, I can't understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5961077664382812964?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5961077664382812964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-wrong.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5961077664382812964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5961077664382812964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-it-wrong.html' title='Is it wrong????'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dUn1qIYQ6s/TfA2EAYFJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bf5WDqywFvI/s72-c/picture.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7600572784337196989</id><published>2011-06-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:39:10.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHM0u6VBRHk/Te76PnxLIcI/AAAAAAAAACw/ndcZpRR3luw/s1600/mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHM0u6VBRHk/Te76PnxLIcI/AAAAAAAAACw/ndcZpRR3luw/s320/mirror.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To look at my life and truly see who I am and who I've become is not what I could've ever expected. I have had to create my own path and learn to walk it with as much pride as I can. I've had to learn to be a better wife, lover and friend. Opening my mind to every possibility and seeing the world not as I was brought up. Finding out what works for me and as a couple what works for us continues to expand. In the past I found myself settiling for what I thought I should be and that wasn't bringing happiness. Listening to my gut and heart has freed me to find my true self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7600572784337196989?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7600572784337196989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/reflecting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7600572784337196989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7600572784337196989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHM0u6VBRHk/Te76PnxLIcI/AAAAAAAAACw/ndcZpRR3luw/s72-c/mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1025679332195388576</id><published>2011-06-07T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T13:11:08.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to our regularly scheduled programming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFgIYwAcrOo/Te6Ew9RBAjI/AAAAAAAAACs/-odVrzUlcEg/s1600/fuzzy-TV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFgIYwAcrOo/Te6Ew9RBAjI/AAAAAAAAACs/-odVrzUlcEg/s320/fuzzy-TV.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All seems to be okay commenting in Blogland, I guess? If you have troubles, let me know. (I don't know what the hell I'll do?...but let me know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1025679332195388576?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1025679332195388576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-our-regularly-scheduled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1025679332195388576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1025679332195388576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-our-regularly-scheduled.html' title='Back to our regularly scheduled programming'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFgIYwAcrOo/Te6Ew9RBAjI/AAAAAAAAACs/-odVrzUlcEg/s72-c/fuzzy-TV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5516732056634566441</id><published>2011-06-06T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:56:35.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok, Ok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Was wondering why no comments????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Someone brought this difficulty to our attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There's been a glich not letting people comment. (I guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I found this little dity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've turned off word verification.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I haven't a clue but it says... users need to make sure about 3rd party cookies. (sounds kinky, but fun).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have opened the blog setting to "all", even anonymous people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's hope it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Umx0M5xWMt0/Te1fl4GhOnI/AAAAAAAAACo/SjdIo0Xkf1k/s1600/Picture+5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Umx0M5xWMt0/Te1fl4GhOnI/AAAAAAAAACo/SjdIo0Xkf1k/s400/Picture+5.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(click on the above to enlarge)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is unless you have killer eye sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Please just say hi, so we know if the comment thing is working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5516732056634566441?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5516732056634566441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/ok-ok-ok.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5516732056634566441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5516732056634566441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/ok-ok-ok.html' title='Ok, Ok, Ok!'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Umx0M5xWMt0/Te1fl4GhOnI/AAAAAAAAACo/SjdIo0Xkf1k/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-893557617416298844</id><published>2011-06-05T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:27:37.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The last week has been a great and interesting experience for me. I know for me it has been a lot like going back to the early days of dating but with a lot more ability to read people. The experience we had was so positive I think it will be hard to find people who we might want to play with. The night after our new found friends had gone home found us back in the disco. While dancing I watched a guy approach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Knowing her as well as I do I instantly knew she would have no interest, I approached the two of them and joined the conversation. We made small talk his wife approached us and she told me she liked my look. I was flattered by her comment but I had as much interest in her as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;did in him, which was none. The husband had left to go to the bar the wife had parted ways with us and as the husband reapproached us &amp;nbsp;I told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;kiss me we did and I watched the husband from the corner of my eye veer off. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;asked me what was going on and I told her I was cockblocking we had &amp;nbsp;a good laugh out of it, the couple we were approached by was not a bad looking couple we just knew that neither one of us wanted to hook up just to make it happen. We had talked to several lifestyle couples throughout the week and they all pretty much had the same advice don't take one for the team, or as somebody else referred to it as "falling on a grenade". We both have&amp;nbsp;agreed a good rule to follow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I appreciate the lessons we have learned during this trip, and the people who taught us those lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am sure in time we will find what works best for us I look forward with great enthusiasm to what lies ahead. I know for now the experience has enhanced our already great sex life. For me I think of that evening and our new friends fondly. As I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;already said that the idea that others found us attractive was also for me a huge boost to my ego. You know who you are and I thank you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-893557617416298844?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/893557617416298844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/893557617416298844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/893557617416298844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1314980456645596813</id><published>2011-06-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:09:58.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;About &amp;nbsp;a month ago I posted a picture of myself from last years trip. I figured out that I was actually about 45 pounds heavier so here is the after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwPdxlcd4sA/TexEll3LjvI/AAAAAAAAACk/18Zr7pNaneQ/s1600/IMG_0158me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwPdxlcd4sA/TexEll3LjvI/AAAAAAAAACk/18Zr7pNaneQ/s320/IMG_0158me.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The weight loss his year has had &amp;nbsp;huge impact on my life I have spent the last 4 years constantly thinking of food and what I was going to eat. The last 7 months have made me realize that food was just that crutch holding me up. At some point probably early November I finally had had enough I realized that my entire well being was being effected by my weight. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1314980456645596813?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1314980456645596813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/after.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1314980456645596813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1314980456645596813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/after.html' title='The after'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwPdxlcd4sA/TexEll3LjvI/AAAAAAAAACk/18Zr7pNaneQ/s72-c/IMG_0158me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5483708586550854075</id><published>2011-06-03T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:56:18.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little wiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGOZagiuTn0/TenKFr86YVI/AAAAAAAAACg/zY6W5rU9r1s/s1600/ustwo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGOZagiuTn0/TenKFr86YVI/AAAAAAAAACg/zY6W5rU9r1s/s320/ustwo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:That night in our room after our new adventure, we both couldn't stop smiling. It was all very surreal and we just kept asking each other if we were ok. The response we both gave was ...great. &amp;nbsp;We were both surprised that there was no jealousy (I guess in the back of our minds we were preparing for it). But there was none. All was good. We talked forever and discussed all sorts of stuff. We connected in such a way it is indescribable. &amp;nbsp;The sex we had that night was so very awesome and unlike ever before. Because now our lives have started to evolve in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Afterwards, one main topic of conversation was the boundaries we had set. We set the oral boundaries because it seemed to feel right at the moment, but really had no reason to back it up as of why. The topic of penetration came up and would either of us feel ok with going there. We came up with the dialog of what is really more personal? A dick in your mouth (or pussy)? Or penetration? We both felt that actually in your mouth was. We both felt a sense of comfort with the fact that we felt pretty ready to take it to the next step with the right people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And that leads to another realm.......the right people. Was the couple that we just spent the evening with the right people? I think we would've like them to be. We are also very much people that like people. We like to form a connection. We've really come to realize this more and more. It is not always about sex, but in this case it quite possibly could've been. We would've required more than they probably could give. In talking to them in the days before they had told us of not wanting to form relationships and it was basically just about the sex. Totally upfront with their needs and so respectable. That doesn't mean that the wish for something else wasn't there. We felt so comfortable and really a genuine connection filled with all kinds of fun and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The next day was pretty normal with some joking and when the night came a we journeyed back to the night club once again (this time with different options in our repertoire). The vibe started out ok and felt like this might just happen. We thought wrong. They ended up meandering away from us and bumping and grinding on some others. It kind of took us a minute to sit with that. We stayed a while then walked outside and both realized that this is what a lot of this lifestyle is about and they had been upfront with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think we were both taken back and had to come to the realization of what just happened. It just opened up more dialog between us and we once again became closer and maybe a little wiser for the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I did find myself second guessing if it was the fact I was in a wheelchair or wasn't good enough in some way. Was I not able to move my body sensually enough or be intriguing? Was it just time for them to move on and I need to toughen up? Who the fuck knows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I do know I wouldn't change this experience for the world. Both of us felt it was awesome feeling attractive to others and them to us. We are new to the game and of course things don't always fall into place like you might think. &amp;nbsp;We do know we met some pretty incredible people that sensually walked us through a new phase in our life. It is one that we will need adjust to our needs and that probably won't be easy, but hell what in life is easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5483708586550854075?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5483708586550854075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-wiser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5483708586550854075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5483708586550854075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-wiser.html' title='A little wiser'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGOZagiuTn0/TenKFr86YVI/AAAAAAAAACg/zY6W5rU9r1s/s72-c/ustwo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1009925524668521659</id><published>2011-06-03T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:23:52.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so vanilla anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op1UmPe6i8s/Tehzg0UUvHI/AAAAAAAAACY/1SCsd5lgWj4/s1600/boobs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op1UmPe6i8s/Tehzg0UUvHI/AAAAAAAAACY/1SCsd5lgWj4/s320/boobs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is no doubt we as a couple we are tight. We really had talked quite a bit before this vacation and really felt solid in possible upcoming adventures. We really had no clue what to expect but were willing to take it as it was for face value if or when the moment came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think in our minds we had flirted with the idea of maybe something with friends that we had returned with from the year before. There actually was some dipping our toes in the water with them and flirting and kissing. Actually I had a wonderful first female kiss with her at the airport that was pretty incredible. &amp;nbsp;I think a few spectators enjoyed it also. George Bush International Airport will never be the same. Holy shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That first evening it was the four of us flirting, kissing and rubbing bodies on the swinging beds in the plaza area. It was all very hot and so much fun watching our female friend dance her sexy self around us and show us a very sensual time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the next day or so our same friends told us about this great couple they met and that we needed to meet them because they thought we'd really hit it off. That night at the disco we ran into this couple and pretty much instantly I was thinking ....wow! Don't ask me why but I was instantly attracted. It was all to funny because he was the fitness instructor (for the week) and he and his wife were vacationing there for the first time. They were both just so cool. We briefly did the meet and greet and went on our separate ways for the evening. When the night was over and we went back to our room I reluctantly but confidently told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, " I have to admit something", " I am really attracted to that couple". Like my stomache is all nervous and I feel all crazy inside about both of them. This is not a feeling I can honestly say I have felt in a very very long time. Mind you this is not that I don't have this kind of feeling for my husband, but a new different feeling came over me that is hard to explain. It was such a relief and so much fun when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;told me he was feeling the same. What a frickin trip, to be able to discuss this with each other, I mean seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The next day found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;taking the guys fitness class, &amp;nbsp;all of us hanging out in the ocean and meeting for dinner. At dinner they were really open about there experiences sexually and what it has meant to them as a couple. It wasn't all serious, there was all kinds of fun stories and great laughs. After dinner I did a wardrobe change and we hit the disco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y053wuNOD90/Teh_dXLgoNI/AAAAAAAAACc/JzmSUYR1Ouk/s1600/pasties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y053wuNOD90/Teh_dXLgoNI/AAAAAAAAACc/JzmSUYR1Ouk/s320/pasties.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We danced a bit and hung together and I couldn't keep my eyes off them but didn't know what to do or say. I never thought of myself as being shy, but I was at a loss for words. At one point the guy came and sat next to me and said, "ok, this is always an awkward moment, but we are interested in you guys". "Just wanted to know your thoughts". &amp;nbsp;I smiled and my stomach dropped to the floor. I'm sure he saw it on the floor. I told him I knew where I was at. He told me to talk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and see if we were good. I did, and we were. It all started from there. Dancing, grinding, feeling and kissing. &amp;nbsp;I was equally attracted to both of them and just found the whole thing very hot. He and his hot self just rocked my little world while his better half did the same to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We ended up taking it outside down by the water in the gazebo. We all sat on a couch type bench and some boundaries were set to staying with no more than oral. But first off, one of the things that sounds too funny but turned me on was both he and his wife pulling off my pasties and picking the glue off my nipples and them both feeling my breasts. Oh good god! That was awesome. Every step of the way he checked in with me and asked if it was ok to touch this or do that and it made me feel comfortable. It all felt very comfortable and I really had no idea what it would feel like being with someone else. Watching my husband pleasure another woman and her pleasure him just turn me on so much. At no time did I feel disconnect between us. The guy was pleasing me with his mouth and I have to admit it surprised me when he slipped a bit of finger in my butt. Funny to be writing about, I know. I thought at first.......did he mean to put that somewhere else? I just went with it.........it did feel good. I was giving him a blow job and I thought I was doing pretty ok, and it came to the point where I was thinking ....Holy shit , what am I doing wrong I can't get this guy off. Fuck. Then because the others were done they started making me laugh and it became a joke ....Don't laugh while your sucking cock! I told his wife to join me and help a sister out because I'm obviously not doing something right. Then both him and her tell me that he doesn't get off by oral, he only gets off by penetration and that was ok becasue he enjoyed it and I could stop. I sucked &amp;nbsp;little more and stopped. It seemed all good, but I'm sure I frustrated the shit out of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We talked and laughed a bit more and went back to our rooms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm tired and probably boring the shit out of you, so I will continue with the story later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1009925524668521659?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1009925524668521659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-vanilla-anymore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1009925524668521659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1009925524668521659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-vanilla-anymore.html' title='Not so vanilla anymore'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-op1UmPe6i8s/Tehzg0UUvHI/AAAAAAAAACY/1SCsd5lgWj4/s72-c/boobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-5501581861666805735</id><published>2011-06-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:23:16.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easing back into it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VV9E4nSWLiU/Tee7ymPdITI/AAAAAAAAACU/oL6qzfS3qh4/s1600/burlesque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VV9E4nSWLiU/Tee7ymPdITI/AAAAAAAAACU/oL6qzfS3qh4/s320/burlesque.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This last week has been definitely one to remember. I don't know how you could go to Desire and not come back in some way or another a different person. Just opening your eyes to the beauty of the place or immersing yourself in the sensuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Since we've been home between the piles of laundry and just recovering from the exhaustion, I've been trying to sort through my thoughts to be able to write about our experiences. There is a dynamic that happens upon arriving and then after settling in. Basically for me the initial first day or two was just overstimulating to the point of having a bit of a melt down. After recovering and letting myself go a bit more and getting into the groove of things, I found myself just saying "fuck it" to my insecurities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even though we have experienced this wonderful place last year and had a wonderful time, some of it seemed relatively new again. A year had gone by and we had just fallen back into everyday lives. Letting yourself feel at ease and comfortable and add on top of that the new found openness that we are becoming familiar with has come with some serious soul searching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feeling out (so to speak) what boundaries and or how far you want to go and what feels right is and has been quite enlightening. Also, where we are both at and respecting one another feelings just clicked and we were both giddy with the confidence in our newest facet of our life. I think one of the most important things was listening to our bodies and mind and not forcing something that wasn't there, even for the fact that most of it was in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There were a handful of first times for both of us and we will write about those in some upcoming posts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll leave you with that and if anybody ever has anything to chime in with please do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We did give out our cards with this address to some select people that we met at Desire and hope they can add in their 2 cents when they feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-5501581861666805735?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5501581861666805735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/easing-back-into-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5501581861666805735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/5501581861666805735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/easing-back-into-it.html' title='Easing back into it'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VV9E4nSWLiU/Tee7ymPdITI/AAAAAAAAACU/oL6qzfS3qh4/s72-c/burlesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8164392014256632402</id><published>2011-06-01T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:54:55.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic hat tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXfzuomiCQ8/TeaHE-8F60I/AAAAAAAAACM/7v3OuLW0U-M/s1600/nudies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXfzuomiCQ8/TeaHE-8F60I/AAAAAAAAACM/7v3OuLW0U-M/s320/nudies.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And belive me, there was some definite tricks under that hat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are back from Desire Cancun after 7 funfilled crazy ass days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are exhausted. I don't think there was a night we got to sleep before 3am. It was all way worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We met so many amazing people. We can't stop smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will post more real soon. We just need to settle in and get our heads on straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JINOf32CmU/TeaJAGoM0NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QTVcudpWJVw/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JINOf32CmU/TeaJAGoM0NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QTVcudpWJVw/s320/beach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(it's really hard after you've come back from this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;Back to the reality of everyday life. I would like to thank all the amazing people who helped to make this week what it was, as she was saying we have a lot to talk about. The conversations the playful interactions everything that occurred just felt right. We will be posting soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8164392014256632402?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8164392014256632402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-hat-tricks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8164392014256632402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8164392014256632402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-hat-tricks.html' title='Magic hat tricks'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXfzuomiCQ8/TeaHE-8F60I/AAAAAAAAACM/7v3OuLW0U-M/s72-c/nudies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7380502238334493166</id><published>2011-05-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:03:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So tomorrow is my last day of work before vacation. I have been working about 85 miles away for the last 2 years. So I have been waking up at 3:30 a.m, five days a week since then. &amp;nbsp;So after tomorrow and for the next 2 weeks I will be able to sleep in. I am so looking forward to that along with being in such a beautiful place with the love of my life. After 20 years of marriage our relationship has grown so much and the experience just gets better and better. &amp;nbsp;While listening to the show "swingtime" recently they were &amp;nbsp;discussing how you don't enter into a lifestyle environment to fix a relationship, I couldn't agree more. I can't imagine even going to a resort like Desire years back when our relationship was not as strong. We have grown so much together as a couple over the last few years and I just continue to watch our relationship evolve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7380502238334493166?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7380502238334493166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/longest-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7380502238334493166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7380502238334493166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/longest-day.html' title='The longest day'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8592061542409938394</id><published>2011-05-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:42:31.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM80Yow9o-I/TdSexjMxv7I/AAAAAAAAACE/yST2xv_jDsA/s1600/4a1d9ae14dd8babd13434576dc25af1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM80Yow9o-I/TdSexjMxv7I/AAAAAAAAACE/yST2xv_jDsA/s320/4a1d9ae14dd8babd13434576dc25af1d.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lgk2ssqClRQ/TdSe1ddIn2I/AAAAAAAAACI/I6wkvorADco/s1600/b2a194afdcea9dadc09841e20fd2cc96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lgk2ssqClRQ/TdSe1ddIn2I/AAAAAAAAACI/I6wkvorADco/s320/b2a194afdcea9dadc09841e20fd2cc96.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her: &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmmmm. Now that's what I'm talking about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8592061542409938394?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8592061542409938394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8592061542409938394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8592061542409938394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought........'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM80Yow9o-I/TdSexjMxv7I/AAAAAAAAACE/yST2xv_jDsA/s72-c/4a1d9ae14dd8babd13434576dc25af1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3004956417567195575</id><published>2011-05-17T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:50:22.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me get our card</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last year at Desire we met so many fantastic people. When it came down to them maybe leaving before us or just ourselves leaving it seemed to be a scramble to find a piece of scrap paper to write on for emails and whatever. We were really impressed with one of the couples that actually had a card. They obviously had been there before and realized this would be the easier way to go and had business cards made with their name and emails and I think phone number.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So we have done the same, following this couples great idea. We had miniature business cards with funny sayings on the front and our names and this blog and email on the back. We didn't do the whole phone number thing though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;One front of the cards says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The ice is broken, we've already seen you naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our mini business cards made through moo.com&lt;br /&gt;I've had my personal business cards made by this site and found it easy and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3004956417567195575?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3004956417567195575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-me-get-our-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3004956417567195575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3004956417567195575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-me-get-our-card.html' title='Let me get our card'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1673765388699800981</id><published>2011-05-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:16:32.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Encounters of a New Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A thought I brought up to my husband this morning was, how far do we go in our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I look back and see how far we have come sexually, even in the last several years. Not so much our sexuality in our bedroom, but just an openess to sexuality in general. Like, what are others doing? What do I want to be doing? What does my partner want to be doing? &amp;nbsp;Can we still lead a normal life and be sexual human beings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wouldn't have even thought of going to a nude beach let alone a nude/lifestyle resort, let's say 5-7 years ago. I would have scoffed at the idea, let alone do the sexual things we've done together and done in front of other people. Yes, we are completely vanilla compared to some , but not as much as the average couple. Our lives have become comfortable ( but not boring) and safe and we both have opened our thoughts to a much wider perspective. We love each other and I know that being able to feel free to talk openly about what we want or fantasize about is just an enhancement of our sex life. With this we find a new chapter in exploring new sexual encounters, we know we need to enter cautiously and with compassion. To look back and realize how far we've come, just makes me wonder how far we will go. It's not necessarily a concern, but it is a curiousity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On Friday while driving home from work I was listening to playboy radio and the show was "Swing Time" with Holly and Mike. They are a couple who talk about there swinging lifestyle and the friends they have met. I have listened to the show once before and found it interesting. They were asking people to call in to discuss their experiences so I called in not knowing if I would get on the air or not and I did get on the air. I mentioned that we were new to all of this and we were headed to Desire. They mentioned that communication is the most important thing for people who are new to the lifestyle and that having a safe word is a good idea, something that tells your partner you are not comfortable with the situation without making it too obvious or uncomfortable for the other party involved. His advice was also to "dip your toes into the swinging pool don't jump in with both feet. I am not sure whether or not we would be considered" lifestyle" people or not, as we are not sure exactly how far this will go. I do agree that a safe word could be a good option though. They also asked me to call back after the trip to tell them how it went,which I hope to do along with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am proud of how far our relationship has grown and realize that we enter this new chapter as a stronger couple then we have ever been. I have heard that entering situations like this is something you only do as a strong unit as many people try to fix their relationships with this and it doesn'y work well at all. Looking forward to having these conversations lying naked on the beach with our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Safe words being tossed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Holy Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What the Hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cramp...I gotta cramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Walk away from the cock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got something in my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Did you see the size of that chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How bout them Lakers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1673765388699800981?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1673765388699800981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexual-encounters-of-new-kind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1673765388699800981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1673765388699800981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexual-encounters-of-new-kind.html' title='Sexual Encounters of a New Kind'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-6117449715097336885</id><published>2011-05-11T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:46:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing up to be nude?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7YWgZx2EaU/TcspZz_IzQI/AAAAAAAAACA/kCPThmGGEKQ/s1600/palacios3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7YWgZx2EaU/TcspZz_IzQI/AAAAAAAAACA/kCPThmGGEKQ/s320/palacios3.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it I'm shopping for things to wear at a nude resort?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not one to dress up sexy like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel right in lingere or pretty sexy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather just be nude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking about being at Desire........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we are nude all day and then put on clothes at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's get real, it's for the suduction, but we've all seen each other naked all day and know what's under those clothes already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us people are crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Painting above done by one of my favorite artists Robert Palacios)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-6117449715097336885?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6117449715097336885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/dressing-up-to-be-nude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6117449715097336885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/6117449715097336885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/dressing-up-to-be-nude.html' title='Dressing up to be nude?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7YWgZx2EaU/TcspZz_IzQI/AAAAAAAAACA/kCPThmGGEKQ/s72-c/palacios3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7001271393305602592</id><published>2011-05-08T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:12:18.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude resorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desire Cancun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibitionism'/><title type='text'>Summer Breeze makes me feel fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to wake up to a beautiful beach morning, meander naked and free onto our little room porch and have a cup of Joe and meet and greet and hang out with our friends. Oh good gawd, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HVOTBCVu8M/TccrWOSezOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yO89FuQ6aEg/s1600/room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HVOTBCVu8M/TccrWOSezOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yO89FuQ6aEg/s320/room.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Our room straight ahead and vear a tad to the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(We hope we get the same room)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDg7jjOJCTo/TccraqUxz8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xr2FEl78gpM/s1600/nude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDg7jjOJCTo/TccraqUxz8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xr2FEl78gpM/s320/nude.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;16 days to waking up in that paradise. It is such a freeing feeling to just be able to walk out the door of your room with no clothes on. For those who have never experienced it, you won't understand, to those who have had that experience you know. I am also excited to meet back up with the people we met up with last year. There is an anticipation of wondering what adventures await us. They have also invited some friends that they met at a different resort and we look forward to meeting them for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7001271393305602592?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7001271393305602592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/her-yearning-to-wake-up-to-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7001271393305602592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7001271393305602592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/her-yearning-to-wake-up-to-beautiful.html' title='Summer Breeze makes me feel fine'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HVOTBCVu8M/TccrWOSezOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yO89FuQ6aEg/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-2311899553416686312</id><published>2011-04-30T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:03:41.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-6DKSYaIsQ/TbzonZJhP_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/f0M0fRaXAVo/s1600/frombehind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-6DKSYaIsQ/TbzonZJhP_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/f0M0fRaXAVo/s320/frombehind.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; I think this is the downward dog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I don't think...I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-2311899553416686312?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2311899553416686312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/yoga-moves.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2311899553416686312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2311899553416686312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/yoga-moves.html' title='Yoga moves'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-6DKSYaIsQ/TbzonZJhP_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/f0M0fRaXAVo/s72-c/frombehind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4541489059343189353</id><published>2011-04-26T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:06:36.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can fantasy be a reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;: We have searched for years to find like minded people. Being sexually open has a real seedy side and it's hard to find people or places to share those thoughts and fantasies without feeling slutty or cheap. Not to say all sexual people are seedy, but their are a lot of them out there.&lt;br /&gt;This last year was such an eye opening and freeing experience to the both of us and finding friends to share it with have put the cherry on the top.&lt;br /&gt;The friends we found at Desire are just real and have no expectations. We have kept in contact with them and can't wait to meet up with them again this time. We clicked from the very beginning and feel free to be ourselves with them. It will be interesting to see where things go and what we will share in our upcoming adventure.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself fantasizing a bit more about the four of us. Sometimes my fantasies go a little further than I know we will go, but it is just a fantasy and that's all. It's all the wonderment of having a creative brain.&lt;br /&gt;The what if's.... go round and round in my brain. And the will we be ok's? My inhibitions get thrown to to wind when I'm all sexed up, can I focus and make wise decisions. I would hope. Then there's part of me that says , just go for it, let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;The little angel and the little devil are duking it out. What will be the outcome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4541489059343189353?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4541489059343189353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-fantasy-be-reality.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4541489059343189353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4541489059343189353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-fantasy-be-reality.html' title='Can fantasy be a reality?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-3742178049615249426</id><published>2011-04-24T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:43:20.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call before you come visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H85-bH7R-AQ/TbTPgch-6NI/AAAAAAAAABw/7yHRZy0azmA/s1600/100_1180tits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H85-bH7R-AQ/TbTPgch-6NI/AAAAAAAAABw/7yHRZy0azmA/s320/100_1180tits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: So it's Easter Sunday. We had our big family Easter party yesterday, so today was ours and we just were doing our thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We were taking some fun sexy pics and horsing around and one thing lead to another. &amp;nbsp;We were listening to a sex podcast. Tits were being sucked and nibbled and a cock somehow found it's way into my mouth. Clothes were shed as we headed into the bedroom and things were getting hot. He straddled my chest, we decided it would be fun to do some tittie fucking. We got out the lube and just rubbed it between my breasts when...... He says," someones at the door"...."It's your mom". As she turns the door knob and pokes her head in with, "helloooo". My mom and brother who is visiting from AZ decided to drop by and pick up his boarding pass for tomorrow's flight home UNANNOUNCED! Shit~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He says, "don't come in"! As we scramble for clothes and to turn off the sex podcast blaring all kinds of things you don't want your mother to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We finally open the door all disheveled and embarrassingly my mom says,"we should've called". They knew exactly what was going on and I handed him his boarding pass and had small talk and I invited them to come in and sit down and they declined...thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is our house, we are not teenagers, but it was still embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(and something did happen like this when we were teenagers and my mom walking in with my butt up in the air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh good gawd! What a day. We just keep looking at each other and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Wow what a day &amp;nbsp;what started off as a great sexual moment ended instantly. There is probably nothing that will make a hard on go away faster than your mother in laws voice saying Helloo while your dick is just starting to slide between her daughters tits. It is my house but it is still embarassing I only hope that maybe later I can recover from the trauma and continue my assault of those beautiful tits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-3742178049615249426?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3742178049615249426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-before-you-come-visit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3742178049615249426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/3742178049615249426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-before-you-come-visit.html' title='Call before you come visit'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H85-bH7R-AQ/TbTPgch-6NI/AAAAAAAAABw/7yHRZy0azmA/s72-c/100_1180tits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-53344406230429525</id><published>2011-04-17T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:45:26.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><title type='text'>Bottoms up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: One of my favorite sexual acts is being spanked. I can pretty much just think about it and it gets me all worked up. I'm not one for continual swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat ,swat. &amp;nbsp;But I do enjoy the occasional slap. The anticipation alone pretty much gets me moist. I usually get at least three or four cracks on the ass or pussy...sometimes my breasts during a regular sexual session. It's just something that has become something we do and it definitely works for me. If I'm tied up, especially with legs spread above my head, the spank - swat &amp;nbsp;just sends me over the top with craziness. I am a screamer, moaner, whiner, and giggler. This position makes me absolutely nuts and you never know what might come out of my mouth. Which is usually the best time to shut me up with a quick pussy slap and a cock shoved down my throat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's weird to talk about it so openly and especially since sex has been pretty tame lately. It is what it is and this is the place I feel is safe to share. I guess I'm kind of yearning for the pleasure and the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-53344406230429525?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/53344406230429525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/bottoms-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/53344406230429525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/53344406230429525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/bottoms-up.html' title='Bottoms up'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-1679145464569727352</id><published>2011-04-03T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:51:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NY-idO-hFbg/TZkxScCz_bI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hxn3NegpezQ/s1600/IMG_1009me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NY-idO-hFbg/TZkxScCz_bI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hxn3NegpezQ/s320/IMG_1009me.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;last year 35 pounds heavier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;51 days to go and we will be Desire bound . I can not wait to feel the sun soaking across my body to lay on the beach talking with our friends. To once again feel the sexual freedoms that go along with Desire. I almost feel guilty at times, everybody should be able to experience what it has to offer. In all honesty I wouldn't want everybody to know it wouldn't be as great as it is. If you are reading this and don't know what Desire is, it is an all inclusive nude resort in Cancun that also has a great sexual side to it. For those who have never been to one, the people you meet at a resort like this are some of the nicest people you will ever meet. There are people of all sizes shapes and ages and everybody is just accepted for who they are, Not for what they are wearing. I am actually going this year 35 or 40 pounds lighter than I was last year &amp;nbsp;I lost the weight because I was not at a healthy weight for me. I had been heavy for the last several years and just this last year I decided I was done being heavy. I really didn't go on a diet I just started paying attention to what I was eating. I have pretty much always been told that I come from a family of heavy people and I was just predisposed to be fat I called bullshit and &amp;nbsp;realized that there was no family connection for me just bad habits . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and I have started tanning, neither of us want to got there buttwhite and fry like a lobster, so we have started gradually building our base tan. I have included a picture of me from last year. I am looking forward to having my picture taken this year to compare to last year. I know this post was just rambling but it is what I needed to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-1679145464569727352?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1679145464569727352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-year-35-pounds-heavier-him-51-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1679145464569727352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/1679145464569727352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-year-35-pounds-heavier-him-51-days.html' title=''/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NY-idO-hFbg/TZkxScCz_bI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hxn3NegpezQ/s72-c/IMG_1009me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-491381386037475884</id><published>2011-03-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:35:49.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nude'/><title type='text'>Nude in a chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgSrWzwc7eQ/TZJrxVFlkoI/AAAAAAAAABg/ngPkOG1UkDA/s1600/Photo+148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgSrWzwc7eQ/TZJrxVFlkoI/AAAAAAAAABg/ngPkOG1UkDA/s320/Photo+148.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kY07pvNRCdc/TZJr9hf1jaI/AAAAAAAAABk/co_QvF56BPE/s1600/Photo+142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kY07pvNRCdc/TZJr9hf1jaI/AAAAAAAAABk/co_QvF56BPE/s320/Photo+142.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWft4vHh9Ro/TZJsDchUULI/AAAAAAAAABo/wc2U5I_UZ34/s1600/Photo+151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWft4vHh9Ro/TZJsDchUULI/AAAAAAAAABo/wc2U5I_UZ34/s320/Photo+151.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-491381386037475884?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/491381386037475884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/nude-in-chair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/491381386037475884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/491381386037475884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/nude-in-chair.html' title='Nude in a chair'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgSrWzwc7eQ/TZJrxVFlkoI/AAAAAAAAABg/ngPkOG1UkDA/s72-c/Photo+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-548062376179230143</id><published>2011-03-28T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:07:55.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About this far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As of now things I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; be and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; be ok with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wouldn't be ok with penetration of me or my partner penetrating someone. (except for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I &amp;nbsp;think I would be okay with mouth play for either of us.( Pretty sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would be ok with pretty much any part of my body being touch as long as asked first. I would also be ok with "Him" touching someone else as long as as the recipient is ok with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wouldn't be ok with my partner in another room alone with the opposite sex during a sex act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would be good with being tied up as long as "Him" was in the room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wouldn't be good with my picture being taken unless asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Given the right circumstance I would be good with touching and feeling and sucking and kissing as a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All of the things in this list have the right to change and it is important that communication between my partner and myself is on a level playing field and we both feel comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For now, that is where I'm at. Some other things could come up and I will address those things&amp;nbsp;as they are thought about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would be OK with mouth play for either of us&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For me everything must occur in the same room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would be OK with Her playing with either sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am not OK playing with the same sex, nothing against it just not my thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would also be OK with her being tied up as long as I am in the room&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would be OK with her being penetrated with toys but not with penises (or is that penis')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I also agree that communication is of the utmost importance, and no matter what happens if at any point either of us are uncomfortable then we have to be able to back up and look at the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-548062376179230143?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/548062376179230143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/about-this-far.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/548062376179230143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/548062376179230143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/about-this-far.html' title='About this far.'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-4138723067767568124</id><published>2011-03-27T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:13:25.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan Savage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: In a recent article from a sex columnist and pod caster that I follow got me to thinking. He's sort of like Dear Abby but with sexual content "Dan Savage". I like his openness and funny ways he puts things to people, but also does actually seems to care. Here is one of the topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, basically a couple decided to live out some fantasies and do basically what we've been talking about. I guess the husband was running the show and that was the plan (kind of a Dom situation). All was good until he asked the other guy involved to penetrate his wife and they willingly did so. He said at that moment he felt like the air was sucked out of the room and he was devastated. I guess they immediately picked up on it and things shut down and they both stopped and comforted him. He said that it was the weirdest feeling and nothing he had expected. Plus he's the one that told them to do this, just made it all the more awkward. They ended up ok in the long run and worked things out but the suggestion from this columnist was that when going into something like this to put it out on the table the things you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;going to do. It cuts out the guess work and if or when you are ready to move on to different things you need to communicate and be able to say that you'd be ok with this certain act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think I'm going to jot some things down that I'd be ok with and not be ok with, be it with myself and or my partner. I'll probably post it in a couple days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-4138723067767568124?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4138723067767568124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/dan-savage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4138723067767568124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/4138723067767568124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/dan-savage.html' title='Dan Savage'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-9123169002086291321</id><published>2011-03-24T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:39:51.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot people'/><title type='text'>Can you say hot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wo6NMHjXz6A/TYvmdDZGAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/g4mp43cjelo/s1600/23a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wo6NMHjXz6A/TYvmdDZGAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/g4mp43cjelo/s320/23a.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Him &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes a picture you come across gives you inspiration as does this picture for me. I can only imagine being in the same room with this couple and being a witness and possible participant in this scene, the noises would they be quiet little mews or is she a screamer. How would it feel to reach over and caress her beautiful breasts as I myself am fucking my wife. How would it make me feel to see my wife caressing her or her caressing my wife, to see his hands feeling my wife's beautiful tits. This is the scenario I myself am curious about. To be a witness as he pounds her pussy as I pound my wife's. What will our limits be, who knows, will my wife and I both be sucking those tits at the same time. How far would they be willing to go. These are the questions that need to be addressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: For me this couple is the perfect example of who I'd like to play with. I know in my mind what I'd like to happen but feel a little hesitant to write it down. That doesn't mean I won't but sometimes I don't know how far is to far. In my mind I would love to be in a jumble of naked bodies on a bed going as far as each of us is comfortable. I would love to make out with each of them separately, not only in the privacy of a bedroom but maybe in a public place or in a pool at a resort. I would like to watch my husband do the same. &amp;nbsp;I'd love to touch her breasts and her pussy, just seeing what it is like to pleasure another woman. I'd like to touch this guy all over as well and see what it is like to turn on another man. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wonder if a couple like this would like the same things we do or if they would have new things to share with us. My mind is in a constant wonder of what ifs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-9123169002086291321?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/9123169002086291321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/can-you-say-hot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/9123169002086291321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/9123169002086291321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/can-you-say-hot.html' title='Can you say hot?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wo6NMHjXz6A/TYvmdDZGAzI/AAAAAAAAABc/g4mp43cjelo/s72-c/23a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-8747987121003594412</id><published>2011-03-24T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:07:48.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerability'/><title type='text'>What are you hungry for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9EG-jkBzRLA/TYtqmeY-2nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HOqJ08PSgCM/s1600/PriceL_hunger_515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9EG-jkBzRLA/TYtqmeY-2nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HOqJ08PSgCM/s320/PriceL_hunger_515.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(one of my favorite artists- Lee Price)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: After seeing a lecture of the artist in residence "Gronk" at my school the other day, it has got me really thinking. Artists that are passionate need to go with their gut and create their work to satisfy an inner urge, a need (so to speak). The general public simply has a hard time grasping more than a simple landscape or a bowl of fruit. It's not a bad thing, it's a choice of what makes you tick. In my opinion an artists job is to be vulnerable, but in the same time being able to show that vulnerability. To make someone feel, even if it's good or bad or sad or even disgusted, but to make someone feel an emotion. Then leave it to the viewer to decide if it is something that speaks to them, but still holding your own knowing you did what was intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's not unlike searching for your own happiness. To fill yourself with joy and be true to yourself you are probably not going to to be flowing in the same direction as the masses. In order to be you, sometimes you need to be vulnerable or a little hungry for something more. Letting yourself experience the unknown is scary and or vulnerable, but in the end I've always found out that it makes you stronger. Being an artist myself I am finding this to be quite the fact. It is also funny how it also is becoming very apparent in my sexual life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are you hungry for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-8747987121003594412?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8747987121003594412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-you-hungry-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8747987121003594412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/8747987121003594412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-you-hungry-for.html' title='What are you hungry for?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9EG-jkBzRLA/TYtqmeY-2nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HOqJ08PSgCM/s72-c/PriceL_hunger_515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-7282913778024962102</id><published>2011-03-21T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:10:58.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the fuck knows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; : In the past few years our lives have definitely shifted and morphed so to speak. We've opened our views on things and realized that we don't have to play the game of life in any particular way. For myself I have evolved by realizing the strength I have and the strength we have as a couple. We've been through heaven and hell together and the bond and friendship we have as a married couple is pretty amazing. We have experimented by going to two different swinger/nude vacation spots and have met some awesome people and saw a different way of life. A way of life that if family and friends knew they would be in shock. But to us it feels right and something that we have been talking about getting into more. As of now we haven't swung (so to speak). We have been naked for days and loved it and played just with each other in a sex room, left curtains open in our room while we had sex, I gave him a blow job pool side, and we have had sex next to a great couple in a side room at a disco. So that is the extent of our experimenting and we've been seriously talking about taking it up a notch or so on our next vacation. It has been very awkward but freeing to be able to say to him that I fantasize about women and men. I have for quite sometime but never said so and was hesitant to say anything because I just wasn't sure. We've been married &amp;nbsp;for forever and a day and it has always just been the two of us and didn't ever think that we could throw others into the mix in fear of hurting each other. Still don't know if it is completely OK and probably won't know if we will unless we give it a try. Can we be friends (sex friends) with other people and keep it separate from our marriage bond and love and sex? I think so. Can I touch another man or woman and will he be OK? Can he touch who he wants to touch and will I be OK? Can people touch us? Do people want to touch and play with us? What would it be like to touch a woman (I've never done that)? What would it be like for him to touch another woman? So many frickin questions up in the air! How far is to far? Is there a too far? Sex...no sex....flirting......BJ's....fingering.....just touch....just watch......touch others while they have sex.......who knows???? Can we go there?&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck knows? Time and communication will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes I agree communication is paramount to any of this working. This is uncharted territory a place we have never gone. Have I fantasized about it, absolutely, does the idea of her with another woman turn me on, definitely. It does however make me nervous will I feel jealousy I don't know. Will she be jealous ? As she has said it has been the two of us for the last 24 years. We basically discovered our sexuality together. Is this the norm, the conventional, probably not.&amp;nbsp;but who defines the conventional, the norm if it works for us then maybe that is what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she said only time and communication will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-7282913778024962102?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7282913778024962102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-fuck-knows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7282913778024962102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/7282913778024962102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-fuck-knows.html' title='Who the fuck knows?'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766895866989067450.post-2479017882369525219</id><published>2011-03-20T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:58:21.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RSpRPxMT7Ko/TYbZ3HneY1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/R8rubJU3lao/s1600/IMG_1067us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RSpRPxMT7Ko/TYbZ3HneY1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/R8rubJU3lao/s320/IMG_1067us.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess there is a first for everything and so here's our first blog post together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;: Starting this little venture as a couple to me is a place to bounce stuff off each other and share intimate thoughts with ourselves and others. To broaden our horizons and just fucking have fun doing something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Him &lt;/span&gt;: For me a place to vent, a safe location where I can say what I am feeling. &amp;nbsp;A literary swing party if you will. Hoping to get a lot of other people involved who will interact with us and share there intimacy through comments about our posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is us on vacation last year at Desire Cancun. What a great time we had. As we get more comfortable with this blog we may post more revealing photos . Desire is a nude resort, we met many people &amp;nbsp;while on vacation there and have stayed in touch with some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766895866989067450-2479017882369525219?l=walkroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2479017882369525219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2479017882369525219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766895866989067450/posts/default/2479017882369525219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkroll.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-first-post.html' title='Our first post'/><author><name>walkandroll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241870064721889213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nr97kS4CQVM/TYuv99ah3NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jmsFsX9vl_E/s220/fingers_art1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RSpRPxMT7Ko/TYbZ3HneY1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/R8rubJU3lao/s72-c/IMG_1067us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
