Life, Part 1:  My obsession with sex and sexuality seems to be reaching some sort of fever pitch. I’m constantly thinking about it, and it may have something to do with getting back into physical shape. As my body responds to increasing demands on it physically, it’s responding with a renewed sexual appetite. Kind of to be expected, but not the easiest of things to deal with when your left hand is your only lover. Sexually I am extremely frustrated. At the moment it would seem I need to resign myself that the fact I won’t see a sexually aroused naked woman any time soon. (In person, that is.) I won’t touch or taste a vagina, two of my favorite sexual activities. I won’t feel the pleasure of a woman’s mouth on my cock. Or the moment of penetration as I enter her. All of which I really want to do, and really miss. And it wasn’t until my physical rebirth that I realized how important that is for me. I was genuinely oversexed in High School and College. I admit that. A...

Quick addendum: I think we have it sorted. In order to protect everyone's sensibilities I am letting the visiting couple know I'm going swimming, letting the wife decide whether to hide her eyes or not.  Yesterday, however, she was sitting around in a very light sundress talking to my wife and me, with her husband standing in the doorway. The subject turned to a dark bruise on her arm - they've been moving, but we were giving her husband grief about abusing her. "Oh you think THAT one is bad" she said, "take a look at this!"  And with that she stood up, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties slightly to the side to show us a huge bruise on her left butt cheek. Somehow I don't think we're going to have much of a problem. I have been gone a while again. Just not a whole lot to discuss these days that I haven't gone on about ad nauseum in previous entries. But today starts what is going to be a frustrating time for me. Not from ...