Uncommon Appetites: Saturday Morning Routine.

When it's spring, and raining, and you've got the day off, there are few better ways to spend it than strapping it on and giving it to the man you love. The incredible song is by Cullah and can be found here: <div><span>Cold Kind of Woman Blues</span> (<a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://freemusicarchive.org/music/MC_Cullah/">Cullah</a>) / <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/">CC BY-SA 4.0</a></div>

Rye worked. Violet watched the new Beyoncé videos. Rye got home. Violet was wearing his shirt. She put on red lipstick. Then put that lipstick to the test. On Rye. Thanks Beyoncé. Music: <div xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" about="http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Kellee_Maize/Aligned_Archetype/13__Kellee_Maize__Freakuency__Aligned_Archetype__FrostWirecom"><span property="dct:title">Freakuency</span> (<a rel="cc:attributionURL" property="cc:attributionName" href="http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Kellee_Maize/">Kellee Maize</a>) / <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/">CC BY 3.0</a></div>

Hey, it's been a while. In the time we've been gone, we've moved, started a business, and basically changed everything. But we're back, and happy to be. One of the better life improvements is our fireplace, which is the tits. We hang in front of it a lot. And the hanging leads to... other stuff.

We recently picked up a sex swing. It required a bit of practice. We like practice. We think you'll like our practice too.

Violet felt the urge to do some yoga. I felt the urge to film it. Which led to an even bigger urge to join in.

Say you find yourself with a mostly plan-free Saturday. You're now faced with a number of options about how to spend the morning, especially in NYC. In our case, the morning goes as follows: Lounge around in bed, mostly naked, check social media, snuggle. Eventually, one of you feels motivated enough to get some iced coffee and once coffee is in the picture, anything is possible... By anything, we mean sex stuff. A lot of it, and for a while. Once satisfied, it's time to eat something because we suddenly realize we're STARVING. Music: 1974 Xenia Tornado by Fields of Ohio <div><span>1974 Xenia Tornado</span> (<a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://fieldsofohio.bandcamp.com/">Fields of Ohio</a>) / <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/">CC BY-SA 3.0</a></div>

Summer is a time for bikini maintenance, flowers in bloom and vacation quickies. Editing this video helped bring us back to a warmer place and time, one that we can't wait to get back to. We hope it gives you some of those same sensations. And maybe a few others...

After venturing to the Farmers' Market, we decided the best way to spend this unexpectedly chilly day was to be inside. Without clothes. So we picked up a camera and played around until Rye said, "I'm going to eat your pussy until you come, and you film it." And he did. And I did. And then some.

Rye got Violet a brand new harness, so we had to break it in immediately. The battery ran out on the camera, so we could only capture the first of many orgasms. But what a good orgasm to capture.

So the new D'Angelo came out, his first record in 15 years. Voodoo, his last record, has been Violet's masturbation soundtrack for the last...15 years. We listened to the new record. Violet got inspired.