Plans in the Works

Sorry for the lapse in posting, life has been a bit hectic lately. We have exciting news on a number of fronts. First and foremost, our plans with Mike and Amber over at She Likes it Rough. After reading one of our recent posts, Mike and Amber contacted us with thoughts that ran along the same lines. So we’ve dug the webcam out of the box that it had been packed away in after we left college, and are all set to go for a very sexy evening this weekend.
Second, we’re in the process of picking out Karen’s Halloween outfit. We’ve done this every year since we started dating, and already have most of the common sexy get-ups for the holiday (schoolgirl, cowgirl, nurse, playboy bunny, sexy kitten) we may have bought more than one per year, leaving a one costume for the bedroom and one for hitting the Halloween parties. But this year were at a loss, there are so many sexy costumes out there, but we’ve yet to settle on one. Feel free to leave your suggestions in the comments!
And lastly, we’re already debating what our couples Christmas gift will be this year. Now this hasn’t been a recurring thing every year, but last year we did treat ourselves to an over-the-door sex sling, and we’re continuing the theme this year. Some thoughts we’ve been kicking around are a full blown sex swing, as we have our own place now. Other thoughts have been a weekend at a hotel or bed and breakfast, and an extensive expansion of Karen’s lingerie collection. Once again, if anyone of you out there have bought something for the bedroom that was simply mind blowing, feel free to tell us about it in the comments.

On a side note, we may be doing a bit of a stylistic makeover of the blog at some point in the near future.

-Michael

Under the Sheets

Last night was one of the first really chilly nights of fall, and our old apartment is about as drafty as a place can be. Karen and I were laying in bed, trying to fall asleep, under all of the blankets. We started rolling into one another, trying to warm up a bit after jumping into bed. Then we started kissing, and groping. Karen crawled down the bed, still under the sheets, pulled my dick out of my pants, and started to blow me. It was weird not being able to see what was going on as my head was the only part of either of us not covered by blankets. After a few minutes, I grabbed her and pushed her down onto her back, and, after pulling her shorts aside, entered her and had some of the slowest gentlest sex we've had in ages.

-Michael

Conversation II

So Karen and I did a bit of traveling this weekend, and long car rides always lend themselves to some good old fashioned talking. Two of the big things that we hashed out were the idea of having sex on a webcam, with another couple watching on the other end, and having sex in the same room as another couple. We're both comfortable, and to be honest, quite excited, about both ideas, but we're trying to work out the logistics of meeting like-minded couples. We have a rather large and private place of our own, so there is no issue in terms of location. We're looking for a couple that is roughly our age, with similar sexual interests; we know they're out there, we just don't have a clue as to how to find them.

We've looked at craigslist, and thought about posting there ourselves, but aren't sure of how likely we are to find a couple that is actually looking to make this happen, instead of some clown who just wants to try and get off on pictures.

We also know that there is a myriad of paysites out there, but have no idea as to which ones are reliable, nor which ones will have a solid population in our area.

The only real concern that either of us have, although it was Karen that had the foresight to think of this, was that in the webcam scenario, there was always the chance that those on the other end could be recording, so it would have to be someone that we could trust.

So if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, feel free to leave a comment or shoot us an email (kmbedroomblog (at) gmail (dot) com).

-Michael

The Long-Awaited "Last Dorm on Campus" Story

I have the day off today, and figured I would finally get around to writing about how we managed to finally have sex in the last dorm on campus, back in May.

Despite having always meant to plan it out and be prepared, it actually happened on a bit of a whim. Karen and I had been drinking and celebrating the end of classes at my place on campus, when she decided we should just go for it. So we finished our drinks, and I quickly packed a backpack with what I assumed would be the necessities in my tipsy state: a flashlight, a towel, a couple cans of beer for the walk, a pack of cigarettes, a camera, and a hoodie, in case anything got on Karen's shirt in the process.

We then gave some flimsy excuse to my housemates and guests, and strolled off towards the dorm. Luckily it was after finals, but before graduation, and as a result, all underclassmen had already packed up and gone home. We lucked out when we arrived, and the door was propped open, as students were still moving out, and campus security gets a bit relaxed during that time of year. We were banking on finding a vacant, and unlocked, room, when we arrived there. We went through the first two floors with no luck; all rooms were either occupied or shut and locked, but struck gold on the third floor: an open door to a clean, empty room. I threw my bag in the room, and scooted down the hallway to borrow a bit of extra security against being interrupted: the doorstop from the bathroom. I hurried back to the room where Karen was waiting, shut and locked the door behind me, and kicked the doorstop into place.

I finished up the beer I'd been carrying, and Karen finished off her drink as well, and then we got down to business. I threw the beach towel over the lower of the two beds (one was lofted up close the the ceiling, the other was at waist height), so that if we chose to use the bed, we wouldn't be on a stranger's bare mattress. We started heavily making out, and I undid Karen's fly, and set my fingers to work in her warm crotch. This escalated quickly, with her pulling my belt off so quickly that she ended up flinging it across the room, and then getting down onto her knees and bringing me to the brink with her mouth and hands.

Then I pulled her up and turned her around a bit roughly, ignoring the towel-covered bed all together, and bending her over a nearby dresser. I slid into her, and she backed into me, and after a few hot minutes, we'd both finished.

Realizing that we'd made a bit of noise, and that there were still students living on that hall, we packed up quickly and left down the back stairwell, grinning just as much as we had when we'd hurriedly ran out on our company earlier.

-Michael

P.S. I finally got around to updating the Naughty Bucket List to reflect our little adventure.

Lingerie Shopping

So we did a night out on the town this past weekend, a little shopping, a nice dinner, drinks, and a movie. Now Michael has taken me lingerie shopping a number of times throughout our relationship, and I have quite a lingerie collection going now, some of it I haven't even worn yet. Regardless, it's always fun to shop for, so we went looking at one of the lingerie stores in the mall. We walked in, and were looking around, but after about a minute or so, Michael pointed out something odd. There was a kid watching us. Now this wasn't just some middle-schooler out with his friends peering in the window; he was leaning on a rack of babydolls in the middle of the store, and looking at me. Now I figured he must have come in with his mother while she looked for underwear or pajamas or something, and was just too embarrassed to walk with her as she wandered around. I told Michael that it was weird to look through the lingerie racks with a kid watching us, so we left and had dinner.

We came back again later, and seeing no one in the store other than the woman behind the counter, we spent a while browsing about, and ended up buying a bunch of stuff (pair of babydolls, couple pairs of underwear, and three pajama sets; they had a sale). As we were checking out, we noticed the same boy sitting on a box behind the counter, playing around on his cellphone. Now, to be clear, this box was directly below the shelf of rubber butt implants for your jeans, and Hustler's line of schoolgirl skirts. We figured that he must have been the cashier's son, but it still seems like an inappropriate place to bring your child to work, for a number of reasons.

Now I understand that a lot of parents can't afford a sitter or day care program, but in this case, he was clearly old enough to be left home by himself, as I was babysitting my little brother by the time I was around his age. On top of that, no one wants to buy something sexy for the bedroom in front of a seventh-grader.

-Karen

Computer Update II

So Karen's harddrive ended up being fried, but after a quick trip to the store and a full Vista install, it is back in action, and we can once again get pictures off of her camera and onto the web. Expect part 2 of the sex tape how-to to be up later tonight or sometime tomorrow.

-Michael

The Skinny One

So for as long as I can remember, my mother has always pressured me to be more. More pretty, more thin, and more selfish. I used to take nearly everything she said to heart, and it was quite hurtful. As the oldest of three sisters, my mother has always wanted me to be a mini-her. She has never really had to do very much for herself, going from her father's house to my father's house, with a few years in a dorm with a conservative roommate in between.

I always did my best, before college, to look my best at every moment. Waking up extra early to shower, and do hair and makeup, for days with even the most mundane schedules. When I got to college, I learned to relax a bit, and be comfortable with my body, even when I wasn't all dressed up. This had a lot to do with my relationship with Michael, which started just a few short weeks into college. He would tell me how beautiful I looked any chance he got, regardless of what I was, or was not, wearing.

My mother came down to visit me a few months into college, and decided to meet me for breakfast. Now first of all, lunchtime was generally my first meal of the day, so I was waking up a good five hours earlier than normal, and had spent the night beforehand partying. So when I got up, I figured that sweats and a tshirt would more than suffice for the campus's dining hall. When my mother saw me, she offered to pay me $30 if I dressed better and did something with my hair the next time we met. And while hearing this made me mad, and made me cry a bit, for the first time, it wasn't because I was worried about how I looked, but instead because I couldn't believe my mother would treat me that way.

So college, and Michael, were really what enabled me to separate my view of myself from my mother's view of me. I knew I was beautiful the way I was, and didn't need her to praise me or feed me minuscule portions to validate that fact.

-Karen

And here is a little treat from Michael's "Private" folder to prove that I'm happy for people to see me the way that I am, and not the way my mother wants me to be.