Sweltering Celt

It’s getting late, but I needed that nap, so without further ado…

1. When did you last use your cellular telephone as a flashlight?
It might have been as recently as last night, as many nights I use it to navigate the obstacle course that is the hallway leading to my bedroom. That hallway can be pitch black even in broad daylight if all the upstairs doors are closed.
2. On a scale from 1-10, how comfy are you being naked?
With my family, I’m at about an 8. But with most other people, I’m closer to a 4. There are a lot of things about me that my lovers may accept and love that I still hate and think random people would be turned off or even disgusted by.
3. What is the longest you’ve ever been celibate after having lost your virginity?
I think it was about nine months. Not that long…
4. Have you ever had sex in a car? If yes, since you were a teenager?
I have never had sex in a car.
5. When did you last use food or drink as medication?
Um… I don’t really know? I tend to avoid drinking as medication because I don’t really drink that much anyhow - mostly only as decompression after finals. Food? Gah, I suppose comfort food I’ve had in the last few weeks because I got sick, but other than that I can’t remember.
Bonus: Name three words that:
a) get you excited
date, hard, beautiful
b) make you squirm
buggin’, “freakin’ out”, and cancel (none of those are squirming in a good way)
c) make you laugh
pookie, kumquat, and poop

Here is your sex toy round-up from the Pleasurists this week!

Doc waxes poetic about our family:

Some people in life are more fortunate than others in the ways of life and love. Some people search for their entire lives to find that special someone to spend the rest of their life with. Others, by way of design or sheer luck, happen to find their soul mate and are wise enough to hold onto them.

I happen to be one of those fortunate few that enjoys the best of both worlds in that I found the girl that I will spend the rest of my life with some 28 years ago; and the girl of my dreams about seven months ago. I do believe that most find another person sometime in their lives besides their spouses or significant others that they feel they could become attached to very easily. But for whatever reasons, the instincts are never acted upon. Having and open polyamorous relationships affords such freedoms and flexibility. We have found (Tootles & I) that the love we share is like a wellspring. There is so much love between us that there is enough to go around for the others we care about. We have found that Ranger and Celt accept our love with caring, open arms and passion. This is not something that can be easily found nor is it easy to maintain. Each personality within our core family possesses different dynamics that require attention. One day it might be me, the next Celt, Tootles and Ranger. We all take our turns but ultimately, we all complement each other and the benefits of the love we share far outweigh the maintenance schedule. We all take responsibility for the well being of each individual in the core. This type of attention gives us a sense of security that I do not think could be found in any other arrangement. To find 4 people that are truly unique on so many different levels yet all 4 being complementary is nothing short of spectacular. Although the sex we share takes a “back seat” to the overall relationship, it looms large and is an important instrument in keeping the relationship vibrant and healthy. I am often asked by people I confide in how I can keep my emotions intact and keep the ugly beast named jealousy out of the picture. For me, the answer to that question is simple in a complicated way.

Initially, jealousy was a difficult thing for me to overcome. Before we met Ranger and Celt, Tootles and I had some issues with jealousy with respect to another couple we were seeing. We were finding that there was a good deal of secrecy going on several different levels and that we were becoming “possessions” of the other couple. This led to some very difficult discussions and Tootles and I decided the best thing to do was to break company with this couple. It was a painful separation that we are still feeling the ripple effects from, but it was the right decision. Sex was the issue in that relationship. It became obvious that this couple that had befriended us were no longer having sex and Tootles and I were surrogates filling that void. Both claimed that they were in love with us but I tend to think that we were more of a sexual release than anything else.

While I can’t speak a great deal about Tootles relationship with Ranger, I can speak in great detail about my relationship with Celt. Tootles and Ranger are very quiet and private in theirs while Celt and I tend to be much more open and communicative. Tootles cares not to hear about my dates with Celt while I like to hear the details of hers with Ranger. I don’t ask too much anymore as I know that Ranger and Tootles are very private people and even though she is my legal wife, I should not be asking things that are not my concern if it isn’t affecting the over health of the family.

As I was referring to before, Having the experience I need now, I’m very fortunate to share the wares of 2 beautiful women that stimulate me intellectually, spiritually and sexually. All 3 of those factors are closely intertwined and dependent on each other to bring me to a place that keeps me happy and motivated to improve in my prospective of life and love. Tootles and Celt constantly perform a duet that keeps me mesmerized. I tightly hold on to every note before letting go to move on to the next. Albeit the same in many ways, they complete me. Tootles gives me a firm foundation to hold on to and Celt gives me the mind stimulation I so crave. Both are excellent lovers and and know how to treat their bed partners. Tootles being the private person she is, I won’t go into details about her love making abilities other than to say she could service the multitudes and everyone would be satisfied. She has incredible stamina and is in excellent shape.

I find Celt to be eager and ready without exception. She tells me this is not the norm and I take that with sincere appreciation. We often make plans before our dates that don’t come to pass because I tend to become over eager myself because of her receptive nature to my touch. Not that I get premature, it is just that when I can feel Celt’s juices flowing, I can’t resist her. She is often like this on the onset of our date when we take our ritual shower together. Her ability to arouse me at the drop of a hat is amazing. She can give me a look in a public or private setting that immediately gives me an erection and she regularly takes advantage of this liberty in public to take pleasure in watching me squirm and adjust without others knowing. I know she is wet when she does this and I get so hard, I could cut diamonds. She knows I relate to how wet she gets and how we make love. She gets so very wet for me and when I’m inside of her, I can feel her wetness and passion engulf my every fiber of my being. We make love for hours nonstop. She can control me and I can control her. In love we walk in harmony. When I’m getting close to climax, I can feel my cock getting hot even to the point of being uncomfortably warm. I figure that is the friction. No matter. It is almost indescribable.

Right when I’m on the brink, I whisper into her ear, “Baby you are going to make me cum”! Then I change my angle on her slightly and we often cum together when we do this. We both end up in a sloppy quivering mess sweating and breathing as if we had just both fought for our very lives.

The best of both worlds IS my province.

I’m bound, completely immobile, spread eagled to a bed – face down. The Liberator wedge is under my waist, elevating my ass. I’m blindfolded and gagged – either a ball gag or an improvised rope gag or a scarf or a tie…

All I’m saying is this:

There is an ass and it is on display.

I’m missing Doc already.

It’s a little ridiculous; I know this. But I miss him terribly.

Last night was amazing. When Doc got here, we had some talking we needed to do, and we accomplished it pretty effectively. Once that was done with, we headed upstairs and jumped in the shower. It was a nice shower. Doc refuses to let me wash myself; instead, he takes the job on himself and does it thoroughly. He slowly soaps up every inch of my body, lingering over his favorite parts… and while I wash my hair, he washes himself (although sometimes I’m allowed to get his back). Once the cleansing ritual is over, I often can’t help but to slide down his body and test to make sure he’s fully rinsed. With my tongue. Last night didn’t take long for him to beg me to stop, not wanting to be spent that early. I was a little disappointed, but I did stop and we finished up in the shower. Normally he dries me after our showers, but last night we had things to do and so I quickly dried off while he shaved.

Doc was still shaving when I hopped downstairs to find my “good” black bra. Walking back through the dining room, I figured I’d take advantage of the fact that he was upstairs and sat down at the piano, knowing he could hear but able to play without the pressure of knowing he was sitting RIGHT THERE. I played the song I always play when I’m missing him (no, I’m not telling) and about halfway through, he and Bug walked into the dining room as silently as possible and sat down. When I finished, I looked over to see one of the most intense looks on Doc’s face I’d ever seen. I moved to sit by him and he kissed me so tenderly it brought tears to my eyes.

By this time, I was running a little later than I wanted to. I did my makeup (I KNOW!) as quickly as I could, with Ranger and Tootles walking into the house about halfway through that endeavor. Tootles gave me a beautiful necklace she beaded herself, and I put it on right away. I put my hair up into a tight bun (owie) and ran upstairs to finish getting dressed. No black socks… shit… fine, no socks at all.

At almost 6:30, I started taking things out to the truck. My purse and keys, and also a rather large and cumbersome case. At 6:30, I woke Doc up from a cat nap and dragged him to the truck with me. A short drive later, and after spending way more time than I liked looking for parking, we found ourselves walking to my college’s student union, toting all of the stuff I had just packed in the truck. We got in the doors and Doc handed me everything he was carrying, kissed me, and told me he’d see me shortly. Ranger and Tootles came up after the babysitter showed up, and half an hour later both my husbands and my cowife watched me play cello in a formal concert for the first time in thirteen years. There was a concert over the summer, but I don’t really count it since it was informal, not well attended, and very easy music.

The concert was good, and dinner afterward was nice - I pan fried flat iron steaks and Ranger made an absolutely amazing blue cheese and cracked pepper sauce to go over them. We all hung out for a while (one of my best friends came by for a bit to meet Doc and Tootles) and then eventually everyone made their way to bed. Doc and I were exhausted, so the lovemaking was a little sleepy at times and we collapsed pretty early. I woke up about an hour later, refreshed, but it took over an hour to wake Doc up for another round. I didn’t sleep much, and instead spent most of the night watching him. When I finally did fall asleep, it was only minutes before Doc got up and I followed, preferring to not be left on my own in a cold bed.

Not long after that, Doc and Tootles headed home. And for the first time in months, I found tears running down my cheeks. I don’t know why, only that I miss him already. I can’t wait for our next date.

We like cleavage, right? And we know that I have copious cleavage… so I’m happy and honored to report that Cleavage Lover has done a review of Sweltering Celt!

How exciting, my first review!

My eyes are variable. They change, seemingly at random; I haven’t noticed a difference in mood or season or anything else, although I don’t examine my eye color consistently enough to be able to make any kind of empirical observation. I like my eyes, though. Green or blue, they are amazingly expressive (I believe most eyes are) and I love getting lost when my eyes are locked with Doc’s or Ranger’s.

I have a lot of toys. A LOT OF TOYS. In the last four years, I’ve managed to build quite a collection of vibrators, dildos, cuffs, and a whole host of kinky paraphernalia. Until recently, it’s all been housed in a rather large Rubbermaid bin, which doesn’t make for easy access or well organized toys. Whips get tangled in vibrator cords, velcro cuffs start clinging to the fabric of the strap on, and unauthorized toys playing amongst themselves run down the batteries.

Once transport became necessary, two duffel bags were commandeered from the closet. The mess was even worse with this method of storage/transport, and I found myself at wits’ end trying to even find my favorite dildo to show off or play with.

Enter the XL Adult Toybox from For Your Nymphomation. I figured I’d be able to store a few of my favorites of everything in it and then keep the rest of the mess in one of the duffel bags, and would have been satisfied with that. Oh, NO, the case said. Instead, I can confidently store almost everything I could possibly want for a full night of debauchery in just the case. The clear plastic compartments vary widely in size, which means I can store everything from the strap on to the ben wa balls securely and separately. The velcro makes it simple for me to rearrange the compartments for easy access and best fit, especially to work around the cloth pouch (that conveniently fits all of my anal toys) and the loops that display my whips and paddles so beautifully. The dildos that don’t fit comfortably in any of the pouches are allowed to sit on top of everything, which conveniently also holds everything else in place.

Beyond organization, the case still holds a great many wonders. It locks, which is ideal for those of us who consistently have curious children running around. It’s thin enough that it will fit under pretty much any bed. The zipper pulls are glow in the dark, so no more fumbling around trying to find anything in a pitch black bedroom (although I tend to prefer everything with the light on, there are times when you want something and light isn’t an option). The case itself is very sleek and classy; I could carry it around downtown in this conservative town and no one would know that it’s chock full of implements of sexual pleasure.

For as long as I’ve lusted after a For Your Nymphomation case, I now curse myself for waiting so damn long to buy one. Especially now that transport of toys is a necessary part of life, I can’t imagine not owning one ever again. I fully intend to own more of these incredible cases in the very near future, as there are still a few toys that need a home (not many, but I’m always on the lookout for more) and I definitely need a new rope bag. With the incredible variety of cases available, I’m sure I won’t have any problems finding the perfect fit for my needs!

Edit: By request, pictures of the XL Toybox with its contents (minus a few things, but that’s for good reason):

1. Ever been skinny dipping?
Why yes! But the first time was this last summer. It will be a common activity every summer from here on out, methinks…
2. How often do you kiss or make out without it simply being a foreplay activity?
Hm. I kiss Ranger a lot - but not necessarily make out kissing. If I’m making out with someone, it’s likely to turn into sexual activity of some sort.
3. On a scale of 1-10, how content are you with your life? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest) Do you think ‘content’ and ‘happy’ the same thing?
I’d say I’m at about a 7-8 with my life right now. I have two men I love dearly, a cowife I also love dearly, I’m doing well in school, my children are beautiful (albeit monsters) and things are looking up for me. Content and happy? Well, I don’t think they’re the SAME thing, but they’re similar enough that they could be used interchangeably without too much lost in translation.
4. What do you do to relieve stress?
Lots of things. Sleep, read, play music, listen to music, have sex… occasionally talk on the phone but that’s pretty rare.
5. What was the special trait in your first lover that made you decide that they were “the one?”
I don’t know what it was about him, but I don’t necessarily see it in him any more. I still see him every few months or so in a platonic setting, and consider him a friend, but don’t think I’m sexually attracted to him any more.
Bonus: How old were you when you first had sex? (positive experiences here…)
The first time I had sex, I believe I was either fifteen or sixteen. It was his eighteenth birthday. I totally seduced him.