I discovered something new about Tim's genitals while cleaning him last night. If I rub the head of his penis hard with a soapy hand, he gets an involuntary contraction of some of the muscles involved in ejaculation. He doesn't even have to have an erection, and no ejaculation takes place. He says when I did it lightly, it wasn't altogether unpleasant, but when I rubbed hard and kept doing it, he came close to getting a cramp in those muscles, and he'd have stopped me if he wasn't tied up and gagged. After I finished cleaning him and had him dried off, I tried it with a dry hand but didn't get the same reaction. However, rubbing very lightly with the palm of my hand seemed to provoke the same reaction. Fascinating. You'd think after all we've done over 20 years I'd have discovered this before. Now I'm thinking it would be interesting to get a buffing pad made for an electric drill and power-buff the tip of his penis. :-)

Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon?

Sandi

I'm getting used to the weekday schedule of picking Mia up at school and having her here while we wait for Misty to pick her up. Mia has gone through all the kid-oriented movies we have, so she tends to follow me around the house as I do laundry, ironing, vacuuming, and getting supper ready, and we've had some interesting conversations. So far we've covered why boys like to look at pictures of naked women but women don't generally get excited about pictures of naked men, what it means to be gay, why some men like to be kicked in the testicles and why some women enjoy doing the kicking, what proprietary information is and why that means Misty can't tell her much about her job, what rape is, masturbation for boys and girls, why Misty won't get her a cell phone, what makes a boy like a girl, why I use coupons when I shop, and whether I think she's ready for makeup. Mia soaks up information like a sponge. I'm really enjoying having her around, but I'm not always sure how to handle some of her questions.

Sandi

Tim said Megan has been sexting him again. Pretty explicit stuff. Then I got a phone call from her last night. She was wondering whether we'd like to connect via Skype so that she could participate remotely in our playtime. That would present some amusing possibilities. There's no telling how many women she'd have watching at her end, though, and Tim's adamant that if we do it, his face mustn't show. I told Megan we'd think about it. I'm not sure what a Skype hookup entails.

Tim's testicles got a real workout last night. It was time for his cleaning and shave, so I had him tied up as usual. After the shave, I rolled the dice to determine whether he would get sex or a ball beating, and he lost big time: forty-seven whacks. It took him several minutes to start breathing normally again. I guess I got carried away thinking about Megan. Tim says he's still a little sore this morning. I make it a practice not to do anything like that when I'm mad at him--and I wasn't mad last night--but maybe I should also consider other aspects of the context.

Sandi

Tim looked into Skype and concluded that our Internet connection isn't fast enough. I'm not all that sure I want Megan as a regular participant anyway. At least for now, that idea's going on the back burner. I told Tim that if he wants sex any time soon, he'll delete the explicit photos Megan has been sending. He said he'd been deleting them, but she keeps sending them. It sounds like I need to call Megan and talk to her about that.

Winter has finally arrived here. Tim said the commute to work was no fun at all. Coming home last night was no picnic, either. The high today is supposed to be 22 degrees, and a little more snow. At least the snow isn't deep--just messy.

It has been a busy week. Nothing special--just busy with the routine chores of life. I'm looking forward to the weekend and being able to wake up when I'm good and ready, not when the alarm clock goes off. Misty called a bit ago. She wants to come over tomorrow to use my sewing machine for some mending. I suggested that Mia could help me with some baking and then we could have supper together. The forecast doesn't sound optimistic that tomorrow's weather will be any better than today's, so I'm thinking chili and corn bread sound good for supper. Or pizza. I need to give Tim a call and see whether he can pick up Mr. Popper's Penguins at Redbox on the way home tonight. (I've run out of DVDs that Mia hasn't already seen, so we need to get some new material.)

Sandi

Originally Posted by C&TL2745

I'm getting used to the weekday schedule of picking Mia up at school and having her here while we wait for Misty to pick her up. Mia has gone through all the kid-oriented movies we have, so she tends to follow me around the house as I do laundry, ironing, vacuuming, and getting supper ready, and we've had some interesting conversations. So far we've covered why boys like to look at pictures of naked women but women don't generally get excited about pictures of naked men, what it means to be gay, why some men like to be kicked in the testicles and why some women enjoy doing the kicking, what proprietary information is and why that means Misty can't tell her much about her job, what rape is, masturbation for boys and girls, why Misty won't get her a cell phone, what makes a boy like a girl, why I use coupons when I shop, and whether I think she's ready for makeup. Mia soaks up information like a sponge. I'm really enjoying having her around, but I'm not always sure how to handle some of her questions.

Sandi

As a parent I can tell you that you will never be sure how to handle all of the questions.

Originally Posted by Eunuchus

As a parent I can tell you that you will never be sure how to handle all of the questions.

And I have an additional challenge in that Mia's not really my daughter. I don't want to step on Misty's toes, so to speak, by handling things that she should handle. On the other hand, I don't believe in telling kids fairy tales about sex, but I don't know how much an 11-year-old is ready to handle. My introduction to sex was not gentle. My father sexually abused my brother and me, and it took a couple of years of counseling before I was ready to accept that he was an evil man, not a typical example of what men are like. So I've never had Mia's innocence, and I don't want to ruin that. I guess I'm rambling here. Thanks for your sympathy.

Sandi

The girls are here. I'm taking a break from baking. There's a loaf of raisin bread in the oven, and there are a dozen sugar cookies ready to decorate whenever I can pry Mia away from the TV. She's engrossed in Mr. Popper's Penguins. Tim also picked up Gnomeo and Juliet last night, so it may be a while before she decides she's ready to employ her artistic talents. Tim started watching the penguins movie with her and got sucked in. I figured he'd get bored and go work on taxes or something. Occasionally he surprises me.

Meanwhile, Misty's busy sewing. I thought she was just going to do some mending, but she says it's hard to find dresses suitable for work, so she got some patterns and is making her own dresses. I thought that was a lost art now that you can buy a finished product from Walmart for less than the cost of the material you'd need to make it, but she seems to know what she's doing. The patterns are cute, and the material is beautiful, but so far she's done more cutting than sewing, so it's hard to envision exactly what the dress will look like. I don't have her patience for that sort of thing.

They say tomorrow we'll finally get out of the deep freeze, but not before we get really frosty tonight--like eight degrees. I'm looking forward to seeing sun again. I'm getting cabin fever.

I talked with Tim about how to handle Mia's sex questions. He said the best sex education is seeing a couple our age kissing and hugging and cuddling together, still in love after 20 years. I guess a good case could be made for that.

Oops. The oven timer just went off. Time to get the bread out and get some corn bread going for supper.

Sandi

As I was working on supper yesterday, I checked on Misty's progress with her sewing. It was clear that the project wasn't going to get finished in one day, so I suggested that she and Mia spend the night and she could continue working on it today. That sounded good to her, and Mia's only comment was, "Do I get tucked in with a back rub?" I assured her that she could count on that, and she was all for it. Misty went to their apartment then to get pajamas, a change of clothes for today, toiletries, etc.---and Mia's homework. Mia, of course, was none too happy to see the homework.

Tim took the DVDs back to RedBox while Misty was gone, which left Mia and me alone together for a while. I asked him to pick up bread and milk while he was out. We had enough for the two of us, but with four of us, probably not. He got back just before Misty.

At bedtime, Tim and I tucked the girls in with the promised back rubs. It's funny how quickly something can become a tradition.

I woke up this morning to the smell of bacon frying. The girls were fixing breakfast. Daughters are a good thing.

Tim was awake but didn't seem to be anxious to get up. I rolled over on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me. A moment later, his hand was inside my panties. "Better not start what we can't finish, mister," I told him. "It smells like breakfast is almost ready."

He slowly withdrew his hand, then gave me a swat on my backside. "You're mean," he said. We lay there just cuddling until Misty knocked on the door to tell us breakfast was ready.

Now after breakfast we're still sitting around in pajamas. Misty has finished the bodice of the dress, except for the zipper, and took off her pajama top to try it on to check how it fits. Tim seemed to enjoy the show, though the pajamas are the sheer babydolls that I bought her, and really you could get a clear enough view of her boobs even while she was wearing the pajama top. When we first had the girls here, Misty took delight in teasing Tim with glimpses of her naked body. Now she doesn't seem to give his presence a second thought. She undressed as casually as if he were just another woman in the room, totally ignoring him. Mia seems to accept that as normal, too, though she keeps her clothes on around him. There is no way Tim's chastity device is coming off this weekend.

Sandi

I was chiding Mia for not getting to work on her homework when she reminded me that she doesn't have school tomorrow because of the Martin Luther King holiday. I knew that; I just lost track of what day that was. Misty was on top of it, though. She packed two changes of clothes for both of them. The girls will be staying with us tonight again, then Misty and Tim will carpool to work in the morning and Mia will be staying with me.

Tim suggested that, since we had a late breakfast, we should go out to a late lunch/early supper. Misty's hoping to have the dress ready to wear for that.

Sandi

Tim and Misty tried to be quiet and let Mia and me sleep in, but I was ready to wake up anyway. Mia woke up, looked at the clock and went back to bed. I joined Misty and Tim for breakfast, then went back to bed, but once I'm up in the morning, it's hard for me to get back to sleep. I gave up trying after half an hour.

Misty did finish her dress in time to wear it to the restaurant yesterday afternoon, and she's wearing it to work today. Simple design but attractive, sleeveless, a little longer than knee-length. Looks good on her.

After Mia finally got up, I fixed her breakfast. We're out of Pop Tarts, and she was bummed about that, but we did have some frosted flakes, and that appeared to be an acceptable alternative. I joined her with a second cup of coffee. Almost immediately she started with sex questions again.

"Do you play with your clitoris?" she wanted to know.

"Sometimes," I said. "It's more fun to let Tim play with it."

She paused for a minute, then in a lower voice she said, "I play with mine."

"Feels nice, huh?" I said.

She grinned. "Does Dad play with his penis?"

"He says that among men, there are two kinds of liars: Those who say they've never done it and those who say they've quit," I replied. "There is a problem with playing with your clitoris too much, though. A woman who gets too used to giving herself pleasure sometimes gets impatient with her husband. She knows what feels good, but he's never had a clitoris, so he's clueless."

"But it's okay, right? I mean, it's okay to play with your clitoris?" she said.

"It's yours," I said. "You can do what you want with it. But it's a private thing. Nobody else has a right to touch you there without your permisison. And I think it's a good idea to wait until you get married to let someone else touch you there. Save that for your husband. But you've got years and years before you. Don't rush things. Enjoy being a girl. You'll have time enough to be a woman ten years down the road."

Mia went back to eating her cereal quietly. Finally she spoke again. "Emily said she's going to tell on her brother," she said.

"Good," I said.

Mia smiled. She finished her breakfast and ran off to watch TV. "Ahem," I said, trying to sound in charge but not really knowing how to control an eleven-year-old. "Homework!"

She sulked back to the kitchen with her backpack, dug out her math book and started doing problems. I may get the hang of this "mom" thing yet.

Sandi

After Mia finished her homework, she pitched in to help with chores around the house, again talking nonstop. We discussed the importance of a good reputation and how easily that can be ruined and how that can haunt a girl through high school and beyond. We talked about what "unprotected sex" means, about AIDS and venereal diseases, how easy they are to get and the fact that some are incurable.

Many of her questions are things we've discussed before. She seems to want confirmation that the answers haven't changed. I don't recall having that many specific, detailed questions about sex at her age, even in spite of the sexual abuse my brother and I endured, and I'm wondering how much changes in the subject matter covered in prime-time TV accounts for at least some of that. I don't recall shows that discuss sex as openly--and treat casual sex outside of marriage as casually--as The Big Bang Theory, Bones, Two and a Half Men, etc., 30 years ago. Also, I imagine some of the kids in her school have seen R-rated movies on cable or satellite TV and talk about them. For that matter, I imagine a number of the kids' mothers have live-in boyfriends. It's a different world.

Thinking about that reminded me that we do have one child-suitable DVD she hadn't seen: Support Your Local Sheriff. I put that on, and we watched it together with milk and the sugar cookies she'd decorated. The movie was just finishing when Misty and Tim got here. I invited the girls to stay for supper. Misty was concerned that Mia had homework to get done before it was too late, but Mia proudly announced that she'd finished it already. She didn't mention that it took a little arm-twisting from me to get her to do it, but I let her keep that secret.

Today has the earmarks of a more routine weekday: More laundry and cleaning to do and grocery shopping to do. My car looks like a little piggy that's rolled in the mud from the sloppy roads, and I'd like to get it washed, but it's pointless today. It's cold and rainy, and they're talking about another inch or two of snow today. Bleah!

Sandi

Last night Misty announced that she and Mia have a date Friday. That's her first date since we've known her, so she was excited, but how it was to be her and Mia took some explanation.

The guy is her former boss, Mike, the manager at the restaurant where she worked until the end of last year. Apparently he's had an eye for her for a long time but didn't feel free to ask an employee for a date. Now that she's not working there, he asked. He knows her situation with Mia from her talking about it at work, so he arranged for his niece, who is about Mia's age, to come with them, and the four of them will "go do something fun," as he put it. They were thinking of going bowling, but they were thinking that Friday might be league night at most bowling alleys, so he was going to do some checking. Misty and Mia have never been bowling, but Mike assured her that his bowling average is a good golf score, and they'd just play for fun. I think we now know why the restaurant had a going-away party for Misty. I don't imagine they do that for every employee who quits.

After the girls left last night, I gave Tim a shave and cleaning again. He lost the dice roll and got his testicles thoroughly beaten, but after I untied him, I was in the mood for more than just cuddling, so I left the chastity device off and we had a nice roll in the hay. He was really ready, and now I need to wash the sheets. But it was worth it.

Sandi

Misty has asked Mike to pick her and Mia up at our house so that he can meet us. We met briefly at the party, but we didn't get to know each other. He seemed pleasant enough there, and Misty seems to think he's a nice guy. She says he told her his niece is 12 and has never set foot inside a bowling alley. Also, he checked and found at least one place where they have open bowling on Fridays. (There are leagues that night, but it's not exclusively league bowling.) I'm afraid I know less about the game than his niece. Sorry if I get details scrambled a bit.

Since it looks as if we won't have the girls here this Saturday, Tim says he wants me to surprise him with some new playtime activity. I need to get my creative juices flowing. Let's see. Hopping up and down stairs with his hands tied behind him, his angles tied together, and a brick hanging from his testicles? Been there; done that (though it's been a while). Hmmm. Suggestions?

Sandi

Tim showed me another nude photo from Megan on his cell phone this morning. He said he gets sometimes three a day now: closeups of her vulva, pictures of her nude in various positions, closeups of her nipples, pictures of her with an artificial penis in her vagina, etc. There are also text messages with invitations for him to get together with her. He insists he never replies to her, but the messages keep coming. I don't know whether she's just teasing him, knowing he wears a chastity device, or whether she's serious about seducing him. I've called her and told her I thought her sexting was inappropriate, but she doesn't seem to take my objections seriously. I never should have let that genie out of the bottle.

Tonight's the big night for Megan and Mia. Hope they have a good time.

Sandi

The girls had their night out despite the rather nasty snow storm. Mike picked them up here and stayed several minutes to get acquainted. He's older than Misty--I'd guess early to mid 30s--and is not just the manager of the restaurant but co-owner with his sister. They inherited it from their father, who died a little over a year ago. I didn't really get acquainted with his niece, because Mia immediately took her off to the girls' bedroom. Mike was going to drop the girls off at Misty's apartment after the date, so I don't know how long they were out. I haven't talked to Misty yet today. I assume they got back okay and are just sleeping in this morning.

I had a rather unpleasant experience yesterday. I was reading one of the EA forums and came across a series of postings by a guy who was using the Bible to promote castration as the cure for lust, which he apparently believes to be the root of all the evil in the world. His logic (or lack thereof) was eerily familiar. My father used the Bible to justify his sexual abuse of my younger brother and me. As punishment for just about any infraction, he would have us both undress. The "guilty" one would be tied bent over the table and whipped with his belt. The other would be obliged to watch as an object lesson. As we got older and my breasts developed and Donny developed sexually, Donny would naturally get an erection. To our father, that was lust and had to be beaten out of him. Father would have me check Donny's penis by feeling it to see whether his erection had gone down, then continue whipping him if it hadn't. And, of course, father was totally righteous, because he was against lust. After our parents divorced, it took a couple of years of professional counseling for us to put that behind us. The posting on the forum just brought all that back in focus, and I got sucked into the discussion. That was stupid of me. There's no reasoning with people like that. I apologize to other readers of the forum for egging him on.

I still haven't come up with anything novel for playtime today, but the day's still young.

Sandi

For lack of a better idea, I decided to explore why men seem to dread a prostate exam more than almost anything else that goes on in a doctor's office. While I had Tim tied up for his cleaning and shave, I put on disposable latex gloves, put some Vaseline on the index finger and probed inside his anus. I wasn't sure what to expect. Supposedly, doctors are able to determine whether the prostate is enlarged by doing this, and I did feel what I think I identified as the prostate, but I couldn't tell you whether it was enlarged or too small or perfectly normal. I then simulated anal sex with my finger for several minutes, and finally cleaned him up and threw the gloves in the trash. All things considered, I don't see what the big deal is for men. It seems more distasteful for the doctor than for the patient. I didn't explain to Tim what I was doing. As far as he knew, I might have been inserting a firecracker in there, I suppose. It was an interesting experiment, but I have no plans to repeat it.

I'm not sure whether the experiment did anything for Tim. He didn't comment one way or the other.

We slept in this morning. Around 10:00 am I made waffles with fresh strawberries and "squirt" whipped cream to top them. That served as both breakfast and lunch. Tim took me out for supper at a restaurant. Just a lazy day all around. Reality comes back tomorrow with another work week.

Sandi

Sandi
I love reading all about Tim and your adventures. Each night I come home, and soon as I get a chance come here to see what mischief you guys got into next.
However I just got a really sad feeling tonight. I guess it was because the love of my life would never have done anything kinky..ever. Our sex life was very ordinary, indeed quite vanilla!
It was only after she became ill with Cancer did she talk about us and how we lived. I guess I was too frightened to really push the envelope. But near the end, I discovered I was being dishonest, and she would have probably have stayed with me if I revealed my "dark" secrets. Alas too late by this time.
So why was I sad tonight? That was because I understand that I love your diary, and want it to be reality for you and Tim and the "kids"
The fact is we have no way of knowing if this is so. This could all be a story written and added to daily by some anonymous person, completely unlike the characters being written about.

I do wish that it is not so and that I can turn away from these thoughts and again become excited by your writing
Cheers

Originally Posted by msts1945

Sandi
I love reading all about Tim and your adventures. Each night I come home, and soon as I get a chance come here to see what mischief you guys got into next.
However I just got a really sad feeling tonight. I guess it was because the love of my life would never have done anything kinky..ever. Our sex life was very ordinary, indeed quite vanilla!
It was only after she became ill with Cancer did she talk about us and how we lived. I guess I was too frightened to really push the envelope. But near the end, I discovered I was being dishonest, and she would have probably have stayed with me if I revealed my "dark" secrets. Alas too late by this time.
So why was I sad tonight? That was because I understand that I love your diary, and want it to be reality for you and Tim and the "kids"
The fact is we have no way of knowing if this is so. This could all be a story written and added to daily by some anonymous person, completely unlike the characters being written about.

I do wish that it is not so and that I can turn away from these thoughts and again become excited by your writing
Cheers

I'm so sorry for your loss. I can only imagine how devastating that would be. Your profile shows that you're 66 or 67 years old, so I imagine you were married a long, long time. I hope you will find love again. Don't isolate yourself. At times like this we all need friends to lean on. Best wishes to you.

You needn't regret too much that you didn't expose your dark side to the love of your life. I write about our playtime because, after all, this is EA, but warmth, caring and affection are far more important. Tim and I could certainly get along fine without the "dark side" activities. I could even handle not having sex, though I'd miss it. It's the cuddling, the hug and kiss when he comes home from work, his phone call during the day to say he's thinking of me, his willingness to take care of things when I'm stressed out, even when he's stressed out himself, his sense of humor, the teasing give-and-take, and all the other "vanilla" things that hold our marriage together.

You're right, of course, about who could be writing this. As I noted in a post a few days ago, where a guy said he met a vet online who was going to do his orchiectomy, I've met Superman online. "Sandi" could be some bald 75-year-old confirmed bachelor with a bad back and too much time on his hands. Hard to know for sure. But that could be true of everyone who posts here, couldn't it?

Sandi

Sandi...

Either you're real or you're the best liar ever. As long as you've kept this blog going and as many twists and turns your story has taken, some reader would have discovered an error in your narrative by this time if it existed. Something you said back in the beginning that doesn't jibe with your latest comments. That's why cops question subjects for a long time and ask the same questions over and over, the liars can't remember the lie they told hours before. I think you probably have passed the test a while ago. And even if you really are the world's best liar - keep it up. It's a whale of a tale!

By the way, if you really want to find out if Megan is teasing Tim or trying to seduce him, come up with a reason to give the key to the chastity device to her. Maybe ask her to run do the hardware store and have a copy made. Only don't give her the real one.
You better know what you'll do if she tries to unlock him long before you actually do something like this. But maybe you don't really want to try it. It's certainly a tough question, isn't it.

Keep the blog going..... I sure enjoy reading the latest episodes.

Originally Posted by RickslcFlorida

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By the way, if you really want to find out if Megan is teasing Tim or trying to seduce him, come up with a reason to give the key to the chastity device to her. Maybe ask her to run do the hardware store and have a copy made. Only don't give her the real one.
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Amusing idea. I don't see it happening, though. Megan's 1500 miles away, and we have no plans to get together again anytime soon. And I'm not too worried about Tim. His comment after the last photo was, "That gal needs to get a life."

Misty called yesterday just before I left to pick Mia up at school. She said she'd be working overtime. I told her we'd wait for supper until she got here, and she and Mia could join us. As it turned out, she was less than an hour late, but by the time she got here, Tim and Mia had filled up on cookies. Well, okay, I had one, too. Anyway, Misty was the only one who was really hungry.

As we ate, Misty told us more about Mike and announced that they have another date planned for this Saturday. I think there could be something serious developing there. This time it's just the two of them, so we'll have Mia with us. Mia was wondering whether we could invite Mike's niece to come here. Apparently the two of them enjoy each other, too. We don't know how to contact her, though, so Misty's going to ask Mike for her phone number.

Sandi