The damn bed is leaking! December 11, 2011Posted by Dev in Devices.
Ab and I have a waterbed–not one of those with a big bag of water but a series of water filled cylinders. I think there are about 10 of the cylinders laying side-by-side in their foam enclosure. Every now and then, one of the cylinders springs a leak. It doesn’t cause the bed to becoming a soaking mess–it is more insidious. This morning I woke up with a damp spot beneath my hip and I just said, “Oh, noooo….”
We’ve had this style bed since 1986. This is our second mattress/tube/etc. set up. It seems that way back when they were all the rage but now the various manufacturers have all gone out of business. I used to be able to zoom to the furniture store that’s just up the road to get replacement cylinders but not anymore. Thank God for the Internet where one is able to find obscure and hard to obtain items. I found a place in Florida selling the tubes. This time–thinking ahead–I ordered three. Hopefully that will hold us for awhile.
I said to Ab that maybe we should break down and get a “regular” mattress so we wouldn’t have to deal with this sort of problem in the future. He pointed out–correctly–that that could turn into a major “mushroom factor.” Mushroom factor, you ask? You know–we get a new mattress, then realize we need a new bed, then realize we need to replace the carpet in the bedroom, then realize we need to re-paint and re-paper the walls, then realize we need to redo the electricity…
He’s right. So, the fan is blowing on the bed, trying to dry out the mattress. We’ll sleep on fewer tubes while we wait for the new ones to arrive. And perhaps, we should be less enthusiastic when it comes to sex. I knew it was that damn Sawzall that made us spring a leak!
The Kinky Kings — Redux December 11, 2011Posted by Dev in Musings.
Tags: just for fun, kinky
I posted this last year but I thought it was worth reprising. The Kings have made another appearance on our dining room table and they are still up to their bad boy ways. Makes me wonder what they were doing while they were in storage for the past 11 months.
The Kinky Kings
a slightly risque photo essay by Dev
We haven’t done much in the way of Christmas decorating here in the Devoted Lover household–too busy testing Humblers and so on–but the three Kings have made an appearance on our dining room table.
We three Kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star.
They looked so innocent while they were just walking along, but I could tell, the minute they stopped to take a break
they were eyeing each other…
The King in green, who turned out to be Melchior, had a particularly devilish gleam in his eye. The minute my back was turned, he made a beeline for the black bearded one. “Got a kiss for daddy?” he purred.
The little guy was shocked–SHOCKED!–at what his two compatriots were up to and discreetly turned away. But when he heard robes rustling and positions shifting, curiosity got the better of him.
His eyes widened like saucers. “What are you…what are you…?” he stammered, hardly believing what he saw.
The black-bearded King pulled himself off the green guy’s cock for a second, and glared at the little guy. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he snapped. “Melchior and I aren’t putting on a show for you. Either join in the fun or go sit under that burning bush over there.”
“Yeah,” said Melchior. “Two kings are good, but three are better.”
The little guy didn’t need to be asked twice.
And thus the Kinky Kings were born…