One of my biggest fears for the release of Hooky was that it wouldn’t sell a single copy. If my first attempt only had meager sales, I could handle it, but coming up empty would be depressing.
Thankfully, I was able to put the fear of zero sales to rest the same day it was released, but I’d love to get this into the hands of more people. Which is why I’m doing a countdown deal on Amazon.
Starting tomorrow 5/13/20 at 7 a.m. CST, Hooky will be priced at $0.99, increasing periodically until it reaches the full list price of $3.99 at 10 p.m. CST on Tuesday 5/19/20.
It’s hard for me to tell if it feels like time has flown or crawled by since I’ve been adhering to Safer at Home orders with my family, but it’s almost surprising for me to see that it’s May 6 already! My first book is officially released and can be found on Amazon here and Barnes & Noble here.
Has weed ever made any of you picture that someone else has two buttholes? Story below.
I’m sure many of you will be partaking in some 4/20 festivities today. I mean, we’re all pretty well quarantined, so not much else to do, right?
Weed still isn’t legal where I live yet, so unfortunately, my husband and I won’t be indulging today, even though the time we got high together was a lot of fun. We aren’t sheltered, sexually, but we are in other ways, I suppose.
We took a trip to California for a destination wedding this past winter and left the kids with the grandparents back home. There were a few dispensaries near where we were staying, but that isn’t even what got us to finally give in. We were hanging out in one of the pools when we were joined by four older guys who explained that they always took a couples trip that weekend every year. They stayed and chatted with me for a while, much to my husband’s amusement. I don’t know what it is about me, but guys over 40 can’t seem to help but come over to talk to me. By the time they’re one drink in, I usually hear that I look like Sandra Bullock.
But anyway, these guys didn’t disappoint and it didn’t take long before their respective wives and girlfriends were sitting around the pool and shooting daggers at me with their eyes. Oh well. I’ve gotten used to it. The only thing as consistent as guys over 40 flirting with me is their wives hating me for it. At least now I know that a couple of hits off a joint makes guys tell me I look like Sandra Bullock, too.
These guys were quickly getting the push to get cleaned up so they could go out to dinner and bar hop, though, so they started to move. But they had spent a lot of time talking about how we were missing out on getting high and we weren’t surprised when one of the guys ducked into his room and came back with two joints for us.
The guys had talked about how this guy grew the weed himself and you could tell he was very proud of himself. We were fully aware that it was ballsy to smoke weed that complete strangers had handed to us, but this is what made us finally give it a try. There were a few dispensaries near where we were staying, but it still felt… wrong, like we needed to hide it.
We didn’t hide it, though, and smoked the joints later that night on the patio of the resort we were at. We even stopped feeling paranoid about it after ten or so people passed by us without caring at all.
Once we felt nice and high (which is something that, frankly, I just wasn’t expecting to enjoy) we went back to our room. My didn’t talk and my husband was naked by the time the door shut behind us. He pulled my clothes off as fast as he ever has and picked me up and carried me to the bed. He positioned my head at the edge of the bed and leaned his body over mine. I started to slide my body into position to suck his cock, but he surprised me by picking me up off the bed.
That is the first and only time we have ever done a standing 69. I thought it would be harder to do and that I would be nervous about him dropping me, but I didn’t have a care in the world. I have no idea how long we were in that position, but the feeling was so much better than normal, I couldn’t believe it.
At some point, he laid me back down on the bed and we continued 69’ing with him laying and me on top of him. Again, I have no idea how long we stayed like that, but I remember thinking that it felt like he had two – and possibly three – tongues. It felt like he was circling my clit, going up and down the rest of my pussy, and rimming me simultaneously.
I don’t keep track of my all-time best orgasms, but the one I had while we 69’ed was definitely one of the best of my life. My husband confirmed that it was several times longer than any “normal” orgasm of mine and it was as powerful as any I can remember. But the best part of it for me is that my clit always gets so sensitive after I cum that I don’t want it touched anymore. My husband usually likes to tease me by holding me down and continuing to go down on me after I cum because he likes it when I struggle to break away from me, but it still felt great and I came again a few minutes later and one more time a few minutes after that. When my husband got behind me, I came two more times, one right after the other before he pulled out and shot his load so far that most of it went over my shoulder. I usually only cum twice during sex – once from oral and once from penetration (maybe I’ll get a third during penetration), so this was unusual for me.
Anyway, then we watched TV and ate chips and marshmallow pies, convinced we would be obese if we were regular pot smokers. When we weren’t high anymore, my husband told me what I already knew – the sex was a lot better than normal for him, too. But then he told me that while he was going down on me, he was pretty sure that I had two buttholes.
I asked him if that was weird at the time and he told me, “no.” It wasn’t weird, he said, but it was frustrating that he couldn’t push both of them together. He said he kept using his tongue to try to close one of the buttholes – like it was a flap – until it covered the other one, returning me to normal. “Two buttholes just meant I had to eat them both,” he would tell me.
We took a trip to a dispensary the next day and bought edibles. The guy working there didn’t flinch when my husband described the high we had and that he thought I had two buttholes, just solemnly nodding before telling us we probably had an indica blend of some sort. We settled on trying sativa to get a fuller experience, but it just didn’t compare. It was alright. It just wasn’t anything special.
Anyway, I’m sure we’ll try again when we have a chance, but for now, we’ll just have to look back at the one time we did get high together.
Some bonus pics below. **None of them are of me. If they are yours and you’d like either credit or a removal, please let me know.
I hope everyone’s quarantine is going swimmingly. With working from home and the kids being home from school, I have had virtually no time to work on writing, but it is what it is at this point.
I did have some Irish whiskey with the hubby last night to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, though.
We had a good time. My only complaint is that I left the butt plug in for so long that I’m just a little bit sore today. But my husband made my favorite meal while dressed in his ridiculous nearly-nude butler costume I got as a present for him at my bachelorette party years ago.
Plus, I love sex with a plug in! Anal is good once in a while, but it’s usually more than I want to take. The plug is like the best of both worlds – it doesn’t hurt at all once it’s all the way in and it still makes the dick in my pussy feel bigger, sort of like a double penetration.
Well worth it. I’ve never regretted being a little sore from sex.
Fake holiday or not, I hope everyone gets laid today.
Seriously, I’m really not a fan of Valentine’s Day, which, I’ve been told makes me a little weird for a woman. But I do like the sex that always come with the day and I always focus on my husband with no second guy. I like having that certainty once in a while.
As soon as the kids were at school today, my husband and I decided we could both be a little late for work and took advantage of having the house to ourselves. The bus was barely around the corner by the time my pants and panties were lying in a pile on the floor and my husband had picked me up and set me on the kitchen counter. The morning was just for a quickie, though, and I didn’t let him go down on me for long before we stripped naked and moved to the living room. He took me from behind as I draped myself over the couch, cumming in me shortly after I orgasmed.
We both rushed out to work so quickly that I’ve considered removing my panties. His creampie slowly dripped out of me on my drive to work that I’ve been sitting in the wet spot all morning.
Anyway, more is planned for tonight. The kids are spending the night at the grandparents’ house and I’m planning on surprising him by being home well before him, waiting with a pan of scotcheroos (his favorite) while wearing my favorite lingerie and a new gem butt plug. The lingerie is a dark purple corset that leaves most of my stomach exposed with matching g-string and black garter belt and stockings. Tedious to put on, but well-worth it. Oh, and the butt plug is one he hasn’t seen yet. It has a light pink, heart-shaped gem that stays completely hidden until I bend over.
So it looks like HGTV broke some new ground by featuring a throuple on one of its most recent episodes of House Hunters. If you’re not familiar with the term, it’s a reference to a polyamorous trio. Instead of being two people involved in a committed relationship with one another, it’s three people in a committed relationship.
I think that throuples are not only getting more common, but individuals who are a part of a throuple are becoming more open about their relationship to outsiders. There is still a lot of judgment from much of the public, but there seems to be a greater range of acceptance for this lifestyle as well – I can’t imagine something like this being featured on a show as mainstream as House Hunters even as recently as ten years ago. People are slowly coming around to the idea that not everyone is cut out for or interested in a simple 1-to-1 monogamous relationship.
I say, “Good for them!” Both to HGTV for having the openness to feature this type of relationship and treat them like the normal people that they are, but also good for these three for being willing to have their relationship choices broadcast on national TV. While a lot of people will support them, there will certainly be a large (and sometimes vocal and vicious) group of people passing judgment on all three.
But seeing this also has me wondering if HGTV would have been willing to feature a throuple that involved two men and one woman? Like with threesomes, trios involving two women and one man seem to have gained broader acceptance, whereas there is a much greater stigma for trios composed of two men and one woman. Even as alternative lifestyles are gaining in popularity, something about two men with one woman still seems to be perceived as “more perverted” and less acceptable than two women with one man. There are precious few people who know that I not only can sleep with other men, but that my husband cheers me on when I do. The ones who do know weren’t openly accepting, either, even the ones who previously bragged about their FFM threesomes from their past.
Or maybe this was just the first good episode involving a throuple that came along. Who knows. Either way, I love that this episode happened. For more, check out HGTV for episode details.
Alicia Stills Author: Erotica and Romance 