So obviously as recent posts have indicated my sexual adventures are on the rise and while still relatively demure compared to some period of life and adding that safe sex is always a priority the thought about getting a vasectomy has been in my head more often than not for the first time in nearly 15 years. Which coincides with exactly when the Chesty Blonde had tubal.
At 46 I have had my kids, love them and enjoy the relationships we have and the ages they are. So being brutal there is no desire to have more with anyone. Having more in the event of multiple failures of birth control and safe sex practices would be as cruel as it sounds a complication in an already very complicated life and series of arrangements.
It’s funny how the older I get some teenage parnoia comes back in to life. What if while grinding on me pre cum seeps through whatever scandalously thin layer of clothing being worn and she gets pregnant, what if the condom breaks, what if she missed a pill, the dose is off the nearly mathematically impossible combination of birth control failures occurs.
So the reality is I’m not out wantonly fucking for sport with countless partners. And I may never be again preferring a connection beyond purely physical at this stage in life. Still somehow a vasectomy seems like one more reasonable precaution to avoid the nearly already impossible. An additional measure of control for a serious control freak. The ability to eliminate the possible need for a morning after pill, abortion or failing that the birth of a child.
The more I think about it seems like a responsible choice. You never know what life holds but considering the at V word…a vasectomy is just another piece of mind. While more thought has to be given to it a conversation with my Doc seems in order. Besides I’m out of sleeping pills and need the void they provide to turn the nonstop motor that is my mind off. It runs on greed, testosterone enhancers, and carnal toppy and even some vanilla sexual desires of course!
“She grabbed a bottle of tequila and a lime for her lips.
Laid her body on the bar and put the salt on her hips.
I was lying when I told her I was only going to lick her tonight”
– Midnight Queen by Nickelback.
Once again let me remind you dear readers women who remind us of rock songs are wonderfully rare and dangerous creatures. So once again my friends we join our anti-heros as we have have so often. Naked and engaged in some extremely torrid erotic adventures. This time we find the Sexy Little Temptress who has been well tempted herself laid out naked on the bed and he is towering over her alternating between kissing her mouth and teasing her deliciously sensitive breasts when suddenly and much to his own surprise he decided to give her a good licking. And perhaps for this first time ever on this site “a good licking” is not any type of old fashioned spanking reference. It is a pure carnally driven need to go down on her. No hell hasn’t frozen over but some parts of her are about to get a little bit wetter but have no fear the temperature is certainly not going to drop anytime soon with these two and their wicked needs. In fact it’s only going to get hotter.
A Good Licking
He had to taste her. Suddenly that desire was undeniable. Nothing else would suffice. His lust was unquenchable and he needed to feel her cum over and over again from his hungry unrelenting mouth. To feel her body clench and shake from the pleasure of his tongue. To devour her and have her pant and purr with each purposeful long languid pass over her pussy. To take her to the edge and back again with purposeful devious attention to her button. He wanted to savor the moments when she would abandon discretion and passive pleasure and press back into his mouth with wanton abandon hoping to orgasm all that much harder and eek every drop of erotic desire out of each release. He wanted to make her cry out and shake in sheer delight while begging him to stop. And somewhere along the way move from a notch on her bed post to a chapter in her sexual history worth retelling. This was the first step towards that goal.
And with that completely unannounced his teeth released from her nipple. She moaned, just a little at the loss of that sensation. He gave her amazing breasts a few last nibbles and a flick of the tongue before his mouth met hers. His tongue tonight the forward and demanding one as his fingers still between her thighs drove deeply and relentlessly into her tight little pussy. No indication yet of what was about to occur.
Stepping back and drinking the sight of her nakedness in and withdrawing his hand from deep inside her he fought back the urge to shove his cock into her mouth which would have been at the perfect height for such a thing. Letting her suck at it skillfully before fucking her mouth with need and dominance. Another time perhaps. Instead made his way along the length of her body before settling between her legs. Not one to rush or be rushed slowly began to trace his mouth tortuously slow up the inside of her soft and creamy right thigh. Now doubt as to his purpose only the question of how long would the tease take before moving to the main event. Pausing at that tender spot where leg gives way to pussy and biting her; lightly.
His mouth moved over her outer lip and his tongue began to explore her softness. Then moving to the top of her pussy and allowing his breath to dance over her short dark pubes for a few moments before with just enough friction to make his point he began to lick down the other side of her. Stopping and then with little pomp but pure intention repeated the process up other leg, a nibble and on to her outer lips before spreading them wide open with his fingers admiring her and then beginning to lick from the very top of her sex across her clit, sliding his tongue inside her ever so slightly as he passed her opening, pausing at the southern most point and returning again. After a few moments first focused oh her pleasure and the obvious places that his attention would be given he began exploring the different textures, and folds, gauging his motions based on her reactions, verbal, physical and other wise, enjoying having her quite literally under his tongue. It was about the time to begin settling in and to bring her to the edge. And then right as she started to crest changing ever so slightly before sending her crashing over it. Only to begin to build up her pleasure again, walking her closer to orgasm only to deny her before she got too close to release. He wanted her to cum, and cum very hard at that. He wanted to feel and taste her as she did but in his own unspoken way this was about controlling that release if only just for now. She would get the pleasure she asked for before the were even together, the release she hinted at wanting earlier that night but before then just for a few moments and savor her arousal. He would make her beg to cum another time. And that would be a wonderful delight.
One minute he was focused on getting her to that edge, the next devouring her pussy with the entirety of his mouth and sucking all of her sex completely into his mouth without changing the motion of his tongue and stimulation. Eventually settling in on her and a series of slightly varied motions and frictions that made her purr so perfectly urging him not to change, to take her were she now longed to go he inserted two fingers and explored her depths as he focused in on getting her to the edge again. Slow, steady and firmly applying pressure with each pass his hand worked in concert with his mouth until she began to tense. her legs drew wider as if to say “There! Stay there and don’t let up” which this time he didn’t as she tenses her pussy around his hand, drove her clit into his tongue and for a moment was as hard and as still as a stone before a moaning exhalation and a gasp. Her body shook.
He could have stopped there but he didn’t as he stayed where he was, altered his technique just a little and went back after her wanting to see the reactions. She purred and adjusted, he continued this time using is mouth only. She squirmed and purred. He looked up to find her watching him intently. Rather than with eyes shut in some far off place and fantasy she was focused on him as he focused on her. What a rare treat! He continued on, little crests of pleasure, small amounts of ticklishness or torture and he tried to determine how insatiable she truly was until she finally admitted she was nearing the end her ability to tolerate any more.
She Squirmed away a bit, “it tickles” he pressed he mouth into her harder and demanded with its motion her to “suffer” some more pleasure. And after her tensing, releasing and cumming again perhaps just a little. She informed him “Just so you know next time I’m not going to keep holding still for you.”
Pausing and lifting his head to make certain he was looking her in the eye chuckled and his devilish grin met her coy “I dare you smile”. He certainly was making a note to make sure she was very well secured next time. So holding still really wouldn’t be her option but now took his arms and pinned her legs open and back ensuring she wasn’t going anywhere too far for the moment and began to lick her clit firmly and quickly again and again until he had made his point without saying a word. Once he was all but assured she had had perhaps a bit more than enough he finally decided her sweet little pussy had a a very good licking and that it was time to move on to other things.
He felt her shake, tasted her from arousal through and well past orgasm. She came differently this was. Less vocal, sounds not words. Almost reserved in a way compared to her reactions when fucking her in some way or form.
So first up… this is one of the four posts lost to the Friday the 13th Technology crash. The rewrite isn’t quite as good as the original but hopefully just like in the story hits the mark. Along those lines the tech crash there seems to be a case of a cunnilingus curse based on the the jointed tongue tied Kink of the Week post from last year. If you read that you’d think I don’t like going down on a woman. Which isn’t true but I do need to know that she wants me to and is comfortable with the act.
For me the story above was a very hot scene and look forward to playing out again sometime soon; with a few wicked variables of course.
And a final note M from Cammies on the Floor suggested on twitter that I write a piece based on what i was thinking about as i recreated the lost posts. Challenge accepted and that one will be out in a week or two.
Before you got to see Alice “Waiting for the Sting” and now her bottom has been stung by the leather slapper. An implement she is developing a love/hate relationship with when it’s in Raven’s hand.
I plan to change the love part when it’s my turn to use it.
The Mycroft Holmes Experience
A good friend who is a far better hedonist, in the classic sense, messages me. “After your meetings end come into Central London. We’re going to go to my brother’s club to watch the soccer match.” It is an offer not to be refused. I had to trapse into the city for a few commitments anyway. Keep in mind private clubs are not new to me but ones in that particular city are. Suddenly I’m transported to a different time and place. Something about the entire thing feels special and begin to look forward to it with genuine childlike wonder as I text a lover to tell her about my wonderful new plans. I hop my flight, clear border control and customs quickly, collect my bag, grab an express train then a black cab. Images of an old world club dancing in my head, polished wood, overstuffed worn leather chairs that reek of wealth and power come to mind. Men many times my age sipping cocktails reading actual newspapers are everywhere in my fantasy.
A sea of nearly silent dark well cut suits and refined English formality. Admittedly It was a scene out of the most current incarnation Sherlock Holmes story I was picturing. More accurately his brother Mycroft’s chair in the Diogenese Club. In my defense that is exactly what the Duquesne club in my birth city looks like…a scene outbof a show. There have been others like it in other cities over the years that had that same similar contrived feel. Something made me ask about dress code…primarily the concern was that while suited amd booted a tie might need to put on. “God NO! Suits aren’t allowed. Jeans and a fleece are perfect”. So two things.
First this made the entire experience even more interesting and it is unexplainable to why. Sort of like why a tan line on stripper makes seeing her tits feel a little dirtier.
Secondly while many people love Sherlock for his brilliance and eccentricity or John Watson for his dedication and devotion. Admirable qualities granted they’re not my favorite.
Ever since Lil made me (repeately) binge watch “Sherlock” I’ve seen myself to be more like Mycroft, a man who chose to be more influential than he appears, who walks his chosen halls of power but has no need to be the public face of anything. Who is more a part of the establishment than the others but plays by solely his own rules. And despite quite possibly being truly evil, sociopathic, and manipulative does actually care about a few select others. In hisbown fucked up way of course.
Upon arriving and being greeted by a blonde in a fucking awesome curve hugging top I can fully appreciate on a sexual level but can’t comprehend the construction of or how to put on or get her out of if given the chance. An unlikely possibility.
Speaking of lists next up was dropping the name of who I will be joining for the evening and offering my own. Simple basic instructions to “take the lifts” are all that are given. Stepping out a number of floors later I’m greeted with one of the most amazing views ever of any city. Beautiful people are everywhere. I’m instantly drunk on the atmosphere. It felt…well as much like home as anywhere ever. The energy intoxicating, instead of being younger than almost everyone I’m at the top end of the average age.
The theme and vibe changed a little between rooms and floors shifted still like a great piece of music it resolving to the same familiar foundation that felt comfortable and inclusive. These seemed to be people who worked hard, had done well and at the same time were smart enough to love life, and live it on their own terms.
Eventually settling in the appropriate dining room conversations turned from our respective businesses to women and sexual escapades. My style in contrast demure and understated compared to my friends.
I’m not drinking as is my usual style. The topic turns to other chemically enhanced recreation “Is that one of your vices?” The directness of the question is refreshing.
“Not at all. I have a lot of vices. None of them hidden very far from sight but chemicals aren’t one of them.” We all laugh as if on cue the curvy brunette who had been eye fucking me for the previous two hours saunters by eyeing me more intently in what can only be described as in a salacious manner. A little later I’d I try my American accent on her. Which is not exactly a panty dropper in most cases but it was a nice door opener. She’d leave with her girlfriends and not me. So many fish in the sea but sports were about to begin.
My friends watched the game and I watched the women coming and going. Flying in their circle until half time and then taking my leave. A very tall blonde strikes up a conversation on the way down with “You’re obviously American but do you live here?” See the accent works. We chatted for short while, strolled a few blocks and then rounded the corner together. I thought asking her if she wanted to go for drink but opted not to. Despite knowing almost certianly she would have said yes. Perhaps was even waiting for me to do so. Shortly thereafter an Uber arrived for her and like all good evil things I disappeared in to a black sedan and the shadows descending on the city. There were other places for me to haunt on a cool spring night.
Only the Tip
This for me is a very uncharacteristic picture. After all my idea of a good cock shot usually includes a rooster and is done in jest. Yet as part of what I seem to have taken on as an unplanned challenge this year for Masturbation Month I decided to do something that was new. Take a picture early on during some self indulgent moments. But for now it’s only the tip…maybe things will work their way into other things from there.
I’ll be the first to say that sometimes the best thing about art is that it makes you uncomfortable. I’m not so sure that hold true when it’s you that are the subject, artist, and viewer but none the less.
Masturbation – Kink of the Week
It’s the year of the Orgasm around here so it only fits that I sit down in earnest and talk about Masturbation. Something I’ve not really done very much (writing about it that is). I’ll start with the questions Molly has posed as part of the topic then see where the mind goes from there. For all the things I can and do write about Masturbation in terms of my own practices has never been much of an area of literary focus for me. It has gotten little more than passing mention until a recent post. Yet as you’ll see it has factored into my own sexuality; that of my partners, and so many other parts of my sex life for as long as I can remember. It’s almost certain that writing this will cause me to pause, reflect, perhaps laugh, and at times be deeply uncomfortable with what I’m sharing. It seems so very personal but that may be tied to youthful misconceptions on the topic. So taking matters into my own hands let’s get this novella of self-pleasure (and the mishaps) masturbation has led to started.
Are you a regular wanker?
I love this question! And starting off on a humorous note. I am a fucking massively huge wanker in many people’s book. As for my actual wanking well that depends on the time period although masturbation is certainly part of my sexuality and sexual routine. Working from now backwards to once upon a time. Given my theme for the blog this year I have seen the amount I masturbate compared to the past two or three years increase in order to hit my 3 orgasm a week minimum target. In a lot of ways it’s made me a better more patient lover when with a partner so that’s a good thing. Not that there’s anything wrong with the occasional hard fast just need to cum grudge fuck. So why the slowdown in the preceding years? In part I’m sure it was age, some of it was lack of time, and a general frustration with my actual sex life/partner. Just about everything involving sex mad me angry rather than stimulated and enjoyable. (A post on what else changed seemingly for the better will come out next week.) So perhaps some insight into why I picked three orgasms a week. Three is the number that (historically) keeps me from being on edge and a sexually frustrated asshole. Generally speaking I have good control when playing with an established partner and the ability to last. It’s also a manageable number given a variety of options in a busy life..
When did you first start masturbating?
The first time who knows? Like most males I knew I liked having a penis fairly early on. As for using it for any form of pleasure (other than writing my name with piss in the snow) with any regularity and purpose was around 11 (and in the 5th grade). In those days my early my masturbation fodder was of course my class mates. By 13 I could Jerk Off (nearly) endlessly…and did. Three or four times a day at points for days (or weeks) on end. It was well into my 20’s. It wasn’t uncommon and always it was based on based on how sexually active I was elsewhere. More than two days without cumming and it was time to take matters into my own hands. For the most part even with daily sexual activity I would still use masturbation two or three times a week for additional sexual releases.
Was it a wonderful discovery or a shameful secret? “Maybe you were bought up in a environment where you were taught that touching yourself was ‘devils play.”
I’m not sure it was shameful but it was certainly a secret (at first). While the concept of it being a sinful action never came from home the good Catholics around me made sure we knew that “any type of sexual pleasure that was not open to the possibility of conception and within the confines of a marriage was a sin.” So of course that made it all the more appealing. Yet looking back self gratification was the punch line of endless jokes about hairy palms, going blind, and something the mentally ill did.
In retrospect there probably was an element of embarrassment that kept it from being a topic of conversation during those years. Still I didn’t lie awake at night worrying that blowing my load into a tissue was going to get me a hotter place in hell. I never thought I’d go blind but a few times did think I might wear down the head of my penis. Of in the best case scenario end up with a huge callous on the underside of the head. No I’m not kidding, I had wondered/worried about that at a few points.
How did this effect you and your exploration of your self pleasure?
It really didn’t. Other than being somewhat discreet and it not being a topic of open and honest conversation even with sexual partners and friends my self exploration and masturbation morphed and changed. It included using various lubricants to keep from getting sore/raw. At first Vaseline and at times huge amounts of it. Then was the discovery of KY lube first used on me for a hand job by a girlfriend that got added to my own arsenal. As my sex life became more regular I would jerk off into condoms, as a way of trying new brands and seeing how they fit and felt before using them with a partner.
Sheik were always a favorite. Durex had some great one and at the time Trojans felt like your dick as in an inner tube. Thankfully they have gotten much better.
Do you like to use sex toys when you masturbate? Maybe you have a favourite toy or maybe you prefer the joys of your own hand/fingers and nothing else.
My own hand is by far the preferred method. I’ve become more particular about lube type (Sliquid followed by Astroglide because they have one use travel sized lubes) if given a choice but not so much so that it’s a requirement. On very rare occasion I’ll add a bullet vibe on my balls for extra oomph. It does increase the intensity of my orgasm just like when the same tactic or a hand is used for additional stimulation during other sexual acts.
Over the years I’ve masturbated with a number of different sex toys; most of them are not at all noteworthy and all but a few were gift from partners. Here are a some examples.
The very first was a penis pump from a college girlfriend. She bought it a porn shop on a Friday night so you can imagine the quality but back then it felt adventurous. The pump occasionally (maybe 3 times) saw some solo play. Mainly she liked to watch me use it and was fascinated by both the size change in my cock as it hardened and also my orgasm. Literally it was almost a question and answer session every time. More of a play by play rather than taking dirty but no complaints.
Another lover gave me an old school mouth themed masturbator to use when she’s “not available to blow me”. It was fine but never a favorite and the cleaning and storage of that damned jelly thing and other pocket pussy themed jerk off toys are probably why I’ve never even seriously considered a Fleshlight (which has to be an improvement).
Just this year I’ve added some male third party attachments that go on the Doxy I bought for the Blonde. It was done on a whim based on a short video clip on Tumblr and really as an act of cynicism. I expected to be underwhelmed at best but have to admit they feel awfully damn good and produce ball draining orgasms no matter how much or how recently I’ve cum. Toy wise these are by far my favorites ever with the “Vibrating Head” being favored over the “humming bird” model. Eventually I’m hoping to find silicon versions of them some point.
Does masturbation feature in your relationship?
My Primary relationship it really doesn’t. In fact it’s something that has never really been discussed in detail and makes her feel deeply uncomfortable. I blame religion and the shame it carried in her youth. It’s a nod and a wink kind of thing. Masturbation has/does at other times feature as part of the relationship with other partners. More so theirs than mine.
Is watching your partner getting off is seriously hot or something that makes you uncomfortable?
Hot? Yes! Seriously fucking hot. So rather than retell history here are two examples. Watching Her Cum from a few years back and another partner who briefly re-entered my world in Spanked and Self Gratification. Watching my partners get them selves off really works for me, it can have a D/s component to it, teach me about how they like to be touched, how they react when they are near the edge, and when they go crashing over it into that ecstasy that is an orgasm.
Or course it doesn’t end there. Looking ahead I have a few scenes that will feature my partner’s masturbation in front of me that will hopefully get played out. The settings are picked. The build up’s planned and the toys arranged for (or identified). It turns me on just thinking about what I’ll get to see, and learn about them as they get themselves off in a variety of ways.
Alternatively how do you feel about being watched?
This one is a mixed bag. And that is based on mixed experiences I’ve had when being watched. Penis Pump girl was fun and harmless. I was young and in peak shape so you could watch me doing anything at any time I could have cared less. Add to it that I’m not a CFNM kind of guy. A lot of guys are and get off on that which is great for them.
A Neutral Masturbation Experience
One partner liked to suck me hard, have me masturbate to the point of release and then would take my cock in her mouth and then get off on vigorously swallowing my cum. I neither really liked or disliked this and at times thought it was a bit inattentive on her part. Yet there was some internal narrative in her head that was never shared but made it hot for her so I’d play along. Oh did I mention I got to have an orgasm so who could blame me?
Positive Being Watched Experience – “Cum on me Here”
Mutual Masturbation counts right? She was a bit of a “cum junkie”. Yes an impolite term but her words not mine. She would strip and tell me “Cum on me here…” the location always changed though stomach seemed to be most popular as she would try to time her own orgasm shortly after mine. Excluding ears and nose at one time or another I came on about every of her and much of that was masturbating while she watched.
Negative Experiences of Being Watched – I have been asked to be watched and had a few react negatively when they did. Not my kink that’s for sure. Frankly bothered me then and even now when I think about it. Who knows what they were wanting or expecting? At the time I was young(ish) and it turned me off to the idea of being watched while masturbating. Watching my partners is much more fun for me and always has been.
What do you think about when you masturbate?
What do I think about? You! My partners, what we’ve done and what I want to do to (or with) them. My kinks play a big part of all of my sexual out lets. I think about what turns them on, what makes them cum, what they let me do to them because it gets me off. Equally important is probably telling you what isn’t thought about, Nothing that is pure vanilla, if it pure fucking and not true kink it’s hard and fast. Heaving breaths and bodies colliding with ample lust filled force. But mostly it’s kink or kink related sex.
Is there a favourite, orgasm guaranteed, fantasy that you like to think about?
Continuing with the answer above. Spanking is a go to for my orgasms. She is bend over bared and marked, She quivers at the thought of another swat, can barely take it but does to please me, to test me, or to see if I can break her will to take everything I will put her through. There are always others but the go to ones always involve her submission to me in some way. shape, or form. Whether waiting for me under a table to finish so she can orally please me, letting me edge her time and again until she begs to cum. You get the idea
Do you like to watch porn, or maybe you prefer the stimulation of the written word?
It’s a mix of everything but mainly my own fantasies. Look i write a sex blog so porn is like coffee in the morning, pretty normal. Not surprisingly BDSM, Bondage and Fetish/Spanking Porn is a fairly regularly consumed item for me but I don’t watch it specifically to masturbate to but can be a go to thing for me there is a bank of scenes I can replay in my mind if and when needed. Now Fucking to Porn is something I like.
Wow that’s a lot of words. 2256 prior to the postlude to be a little OCD about things. At the end of it all, taking my own practices and sexuality out of it I can’t help but think about how much better adjusted our world would be if people were taught to accept and embrace normal healthy behaviors like masturbation rather than clouding them with shame, guilt, and other negative feelings. How much more fulfilling our interactions with our partners would be from the beginning if we understood out bodies, needs and wants better…of course also learning to communicate them as well.
I’ve asked myself the question why don’t i write about masturbating as more than a passing reference prior to this? Is it tied to hidden feelings of shame? Unlikely at this point in life. Is it because of a cultural Taboo? Perhaps but again unlikely. I’ve come to the conclusion perhaps incorrectly that once we are adults we take charge of our sexual desires and needs, sometimes in our 20’s, sometimes in our 30’s or 40’s but for those of us that are lucky enough it happens. and I tend to believe part of that is understanding your own body through masturbation and everthing that accompanies it.
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The Hatless Stranger’s Sexual Fantasy
First Up The Reality of what Happened
Its late afternoon after a 500km drive into what can only be considered Eastern Europe. I’m by all accounts a stranger in a strange land but have wonderful hosts. I don’t speak the language, literally not a single word. Not that it would stop me from tying to pick up a few of the basics along the way. After speaking to a room that stared at me blankly for an hour where my humor, intellect and every damn thing else was met with blank stares fell to people who I would later learn where too shy to speak to me.
After all I cut a terrifying image everywhere I go. Ok so not really but have been told by friends, acquaintances and strangers countless time apparently I have a presence about me. The response is typically something about me being a handsome devil. I mean the devil part; the handsome bit is just a way to soften the evil overlord just waiting to be conjured. Any how the session wraps. I thank everyone and begin making plans for the evening.
I get to go out with my new local friends and an old buddy who knows about my proclivities. We are both some form of ladies men (male whores, perverts or whatever), with different interests. His are a bit more traditional In comes a man with two women one of which is a dead ringer for the original model from Spanking Teen Jessica. It was an odd reaction to see a person and realize they are literally the doppelganger for a kink model whose videos you watch but my poker face rarely betrays my thoughts and holds true. My buddy pops right up and introduces himself, a big smile, hand extended type A Hi, I’m X! Nice to meet you”
Panic strikes her like she is trapped with a set of terrifying monsters about to kill her in a slow painful way before devouring her soul with cappuccino for dessert. Truly there’s not a better way to describe how afraid of us she appeared. Being fairly in tune with those around choose to introduce myself with a soft wife and slow gentle movements. Her discomfort is palpable. Later I’d learn she’d never met a Brit before and had never spoken to an American. A concept that was in fact terrifying to her because as a rule they are generally a shy culture with westerners, have little spoken contact in English although read and write in that tongue daily. I can’t shake the image of the onetime model she so strongly resembles. And make a joke about apologizing for being a bad American by not wearing a cowboy boots and hat. With that she smiled; somewhat sheepishly, held my gaze for a second before looing down again. Her body langue realizing momentarily. It was obvious that was exactly what she expected when the trotted her in to meet the “visiting American”. Sorry to disappoint but in the end I’m just another hatless stranger.
Food from an after the fact sexual fantasy. It’s roughly 28 hours later, in a different city. I’ve been away for four days and hadn’t cum in five and was at the point of needing to. There were no arrangements for a tryst or lover of any type in the next 8 days. It was time to take matters into my own hands given that situation (and three orgasms a week quota for the year). The thoughts began as they often do, they went to people I’m involved with or have been. My cock stiffening. Then they usually start to drift to acts either with some of those people or countless acts that are locked in my mind. Not this time the fantasies started to drift to a combination of the long ago spanking model I had watched in videos but then she faded and turned very specifically the young woman I had met. Sure spanking fantasies often factor into my orgasms this one was different. It was stranger but one I had met. A very uncommon thing for me to think of. My wank fodder isn’t random people…interesting in its own right.
Her shyness danced in my fantasy as a form of submission, thoughts of taking a heavy and severe paddle to her petite athletic bared bottom swam in my mind. Her now glowing and pain filled butt tensing waiting for another cruel swat and upon the last one she could possibly have taken lowering my zipper, unceremoniously lubing her rim and the head of my cock before fucking her ass. Driving slowly and deeply into her time and again then it was inevitable that it would lead to roughly that tight hole of hers. My hips pounding against her marked and bruised ass from the paddling as the pace of the fucking increased. She fingers herself to orgasm as pain dances with pleasure. Her tensing and bucking harder against me makes me cum.
Postlude – Often I get lost in my own head. Not just with sexual thoughts but intellectual pursuits and reflection in general. This piece is somewhat different because for all the varied things I write about, including so many things that get me off with others, acts, kinks, body parts and motions there is no memory of me writing about a specific fantasy I masturbate to let alone one that for whatever reason was truly unique and random in those moments. It is a topic I’ve largely kept to myself and left unexplored here. It feels in a way overly personal to be sharing, too much of a look into my head however in the same breath somehow seems overdue.
Note: timing is an ironic thing. This post was written literally on April 29th and scheduled for May 2nd. On the First Molly announced Masturbation as the Kink of the Week so i’ll be writing on the topic again shortly.
Is your presence haunting the streets?
Dark and brooding. Swimming in the past…
Evil intent now not far from the surface.
Could you feel me there? Lurking so close.
Does that tempt you? Just a little
Or are the ghosts of yet another city haunting me?
Casting my image back over a picture like the evil thing you are waiting to be conjured.
Perhaps both are haunted.
Click the lips and see all the other sexy sinners
So this month’s prompt was mirrors. As fate would happen my hotel room this week just happened to feature a series mirrors
and a picture used to make a complete image.
So of course I decided to haunt it.
Titty Fucking – Kink of the Week
It’s been a while since I’ve participated in a Kink of the Week Topic. Life in the (professional and personal) fast lane has its draw backs and the topic of Titty Fucking may have been another one that I would have let go by. Yet for some reason it keeps popping into my head at the strangest times.
Is Titty Fucking a kink of mine? Generally speaking it’s not. I’d tell you I’m more of an ass man when you get right down to it but then some thoughts about recent and current relationships proves out that all of those women have ample chests. In fact it’s an act I’ve not given much thought in recent years. It’s something I’ve not actually done with anyone in any memorable timeline. Other than someone’s breasts briefly passing over my penis and perhaps a playful taunting drag or wiggle it as they pass by when starting to go down on me. It’s not something I can ever recall masturbating to though through other stimulation have used cumming on a person /pearl necklace on rare occasion has been. But that’s a different topic…
Yet have to admit recently having delusions about two of my partner’s that involves titty fucking me to orgasm. Not as the same time of course though on second that might be really fucking interesting but would need the UN and several deities to negotiate than one. One of which ends with me cumming on her breasts and is all about my pleasure and not hers.
The first fantasy is selfish and an act of dominance and release for me with disregard for her needs in those moments. The idea of her hands holding those full breasts tightly against my hard cock. Her hands pinching her nipples cruelly in the process. Undulating against me a looking into my eyes, a devilish grin as she does knowing and wanting what is happening as much as I do even though the act is all about my orgasm, and my marking her however briefly by Cumming on her. Making her kneel and my feet submissively while it dries and then sending her back to her other partner with her fetishized chest covered in my semen.
The second is more recent and more of a curiosity and her breasts seem to be hardwired to her pussy and can be so very sensitive. I want to know how my dick would feel between them, to know if that sensation is pleasurable for her. To have her kneeling on the bed after rubbing those tits that I spend far too much time thinking about all over my naked body before beginning to use them on my cock to build my release, her hungry and o so very talented mouth waiting until the last second before wrapping around my no longer containable orgasm and sucking me dry. My hands open and brushing her nipples and the outside of boobs with each rise and fall adding to her stimulation.
So is titty fucking a kink of mine? Generally speaking no but it’s not like it hasn’t recently been in my thoughts and fantasies not long before the topic was published. Instant flashes of desire, entire scenes in seconds of thoughts.