Friday, September 30, 2016

Fetish Friday ~ Thigh High Leather Boots!

My wife had a pair of boots like this once. I wanted to have sex with her while she still wore them but she insisted they were too expensive for fooling around in. WTF?!

Seriously, who owns a pair of boots like these but doesn't want to fuck in them? It's borderline criminal!

Thursday, September 29, 2016

OPP: The Bimbeau Triplets

I saw this on Tumblr (it was a repost of the OP) and it was just so bizzarre (IMO) that I had to share it with you here. At first I thought they were stills from Second Life but no, an artist is creating digital artwork that you can buy (here). Don't get me wrong, I'm not mocking him (as I've mentioned previously, I've jerked off to 3D Anime porn myself) I just think it's a bit weird not my thing. (Or is it? Let's not forget this moment - how could we?!)

And that's what I love about the internet - it really has brought the world together. Whatever you're into you can be pretty sure that there are other men and women somewhere on this planet who are into it too. We are not alone, we are not freaks - everything is all just 'fantasy' anyway, right? It's just that some fantasies are more common than others! (Full disclosure: I was trawling through Tumblr looking at 'Bimbofication' images [real women surgically enhanced to look like stereotypical big breasted pouty lipped bimbos] - I'll be blogging on that subject later)

Anyway, on with his/her story and his/her pictures (ie this is not my work):

© leticialatex
PICTURE 1: The Bimbeau Triplets: Identical and inseparable

Introducing the Bimbeau triplets (it’s from their French great-great-grandfather, and they’ve heard every variations of jokes that can be made with their name… so hush!).

From left to right, we have Tatiana, Tara and Tess. Here, the naturally ginger girls are inseparable and mischievous, as twins and triplets can sometimes be.

NOTE: Not writing too much here because I don’t want to commit to a super solid backstory, since I might explore that in a proper comic sometime. The thing here is that I’ve had a lot of practice lately, working with expressions and poses and I like to think the 3 pictures I’m about to post tell a story just by looking at them and knowing just a year separates all pictures.

© leticialatex
PICTURE 2: The Bimbeau Triplets: The difference a year makes! 

Here we have the Bimbeau Triplets a little over a year later, taking a picture at their parent’s house in LA. Ever since college started and they got into different ones, life has been changing so much for them. They made lots of discoveries about their own personalities and they like it that way.

Influenced by her new circle of friends, Tatiana has trouble relating to Tara anymore.
Tara is still Tara, only now there’s more of her and her personality has also gotten bigger.

Tess got a job as a temp and she’s still the serious one, but starting a career so early in life makes her yearn for simpler days. She envies how carefree Tara is.

NOTE: Even though I put them in the same order on all 3 pictures, there are little details (despite being identical) coming through the accessories in all 3 pictures that should make it clear who they are throughout the series and I’m kinda happy with that. In the first pic, Tatiana was already acting a little rebellious. Tara was the only one wearing makeup and had longer fingernails. And Tess is a nerd… so glasses!

© leticialatex
PICTURE 3: The Bimbeau Triplets: Same difference

Finally, another year later, the girls decided to get back together and haven’t looked back. Turns out Tara had the right idea all along and convinced her other two sisters to visit her surgeon to make them identical again. Of course, she didn’t tell them she wasn’t quite done with surgery either.

NOTE: Some people may recognize that white couch from another set… some people may make guesses at why the three sisters are in front of that couch… some people may be right. These triplets are very close.

As always, if you like what you see, you can support me at

UPDATE: I got off my fat ass and did some digging to locate the original Tumblr blogger and I have to take it all back. I find his/her stuff fascinating and I'm going to have a proper look at all his/her posts later this week. Check out the original Tumblr page here (yes, it is kinda weird, but so what?!)

FYI: OPP = Other People's Posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

What Do You Prefer: Cut or Uncut? ~ PART 2

Here are some of the original replies made to What Do You Prefer: Cut or Uncut? on Pervertically Virtuous' original blog (not mine) that I republished yesterday. Her original post got such a reaction I felt I should also publish some of those responses.

FYI: This is not me, or my swinging dick!

Pervertically Virtuous in response to Nero:
I recently stumbled (tumbld?) upon a tumblr blog of pics of uncut cocks. I didn’t realize how ugly most of them were, so I can understand why women may prefer a circumcised cock. I also now realize that my own uncut cock is quite beautiful. It deserves more attention, maybe I should share a dick pic?  ~ NERO
Lol, they’re not ugly! They’re beautiful, as I’m sure yours is too.
Of course you should share. I love cock pix, just like G :)

Nero in response to Pervertically Virtuous:
I was joking. I haven’t met a woman yet who enjoys an unsolicited cock pic. ~ NERO

G in response to Nero:
... It deserves more attention, maybe I should share a dick pic? ~ NERO
Um, yes please - and not just with PV thank you.

G in response to Nero:
I was joking. I haven’t met a woman yet who enjoys an unsolicited cock pic.
Pleasure to meet you, my name is G.

Pervertically Virtuous in response to Ms Mahler:
As a Jewish woman who has wrestled with this topic for years (and especially in regards to my own sons) I want to say how grateful I am for the way you handled this topic. I usually find it hard to read things from people who don’t favor circumcision b/c they are frequently written as an attack. Reading this was not comfortable for me–but it was the discomfort of reading something that challenges my beliefs, and not the discomfort of something that seems to be attacking me.After a great deal of time reviewing a wide variety of medical studies on the subject, overall I do not see circumcision as damaging, and I do believe that it has medical benefits–but like washing a wound in alcohol those benefits are almost exclusive to non-industrial societies w/o access to modern medical practices. (ie, when my ancestors were herding sheep in a desert 2000 years ago, circumcision, like not eating pork, was probably a good thing; these days, in places like the US and Europe, it’s at best unnecessary.)On a personal level, I have very little experience with uncut cocks, and the one I did get to play with was definitely a strange and uncomfortable beast.
Thank you for that comment. Glad you the post did not feel like an attack – this topic is often so incendiary, it’s hard to stay calm and objective.

Pervertically Virtuous in response to Valery North:
UK-based here: I was shocked when a partner told me I was her first uncircumcised sex partner. We had some good times with her getting to know my penis. The cultural thing between Europe/USA is very noticeable in porn – obviously, a lot of internet-available porn is made in the US, and usually features circumcised [...]
I bet you were shocked. Recent generations of women here are really really unfamiliar with intact penises, and US porn dominating the market doesn’t help either. I think rates of non-religious circumcision are slowly dropping in the US (the American Academy of Pediatrics is not recommending it universally), so hopefully the next generations of US women (and men) will become a bit more familiar and less freaked out/disgusted by what penises were meant to look like.

DISCLAIMER: This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous.

In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

TMI Tuesday: September 27, 2016 ~ Please Me

TMI Tuesday – dating, hook-ups, sex. All in the pursuit of pleasure.

1. Are you more likely to ask someone on a date or a hook-up?
~ A date. I'm aware of what a hook up is, but it's beyond my generational experience*. Sure, back in my day we had 'one night stands' (plenty!) but it still took a reasonable amount of time and effort to 'score'. It required a little charm and seduction - something more than "You're hot, let's hook up".
(*a.k.a. "I'm old")

2. How do you ask someone out?
~ There are two options, depending on the girl woman and how well you already know:
a] "Hey, a bunch of us are going to [insert activity here, preferably a bar] and you should come, it'll be fun..."  You need to be insistent that she comes [without being creepy] so she knows you're not just asking in order to boost the numbers.
b] "Hey, I was thinking of [checking out a new restaurant/bar/movie] and wondered if you wanted to join me".  That's very upfront - a less direct method is "I'm going to [insert event/activity] and I need a date - I was hoping you might join me? It'll be fun" This way you've used the word date but kept it low key, like she's helping you out. This gives her the opportunity to 'come with' and see if something happens.
(Why am I thinking everyone else is going to answer this question with "by email/Snapchat/Tinder"?)

When having sex with myself I often imagine
women playing with themselves
3. When you think about sex, what do you think about most?
~ Fucking. 
Sorry, I'm a dude - is there more to this question? I do imagine what it's like to have sex with her, running the whole scenario through my head: kissing, hands everywhere, clothes coming off, oral, oral reciprocated, thrusting my big fat rock hard cock in and out of her tight wet hot pussy. Yeah, all that stuff.

4. Name two things that you appreciate about your current relationship.
~ My wife loves me. Our daughter.

5. Name three things that most excite your imagination.
i] My wife releasing her inner slut, and the fantastic sex that ensues. 
ii] Watching my wife with another woman*, having sex. 
iii] Having sex with my wife and another woman ie my first threeway.
(* 5.2 would be the most interesting because [a] I do think she has some degree of repressed lesbian tendencies, and [b] even if she didn't it would be fascinating to see how she behaves sexually with someone else. So I guess you could swap 'another woman' for 'another man' in this answer)

Bonus: If you had three wishes that would come true, what would they be?
i] The ability to travel through time, forwards, or backwards, without messing up the space time continuum, and without getting trapped in the timezone I visit.
ii] Being able to have sex in these other timezones without it being considered 'cheating', and without getting anyone pregnant (for obvious reasons).
iii] That my wife would release her inner slut, which I know is in there.

Double BonusLast week I was in the South Pacific, this week I am in Europe (London today) so you may have missed my TMI Tuesday: September 20, 2016 ~ Sex, seriously? post last week, due to some technical problems. 

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, September 26, 2016

What Do You Prefer: Cut or Uncut?

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead) 

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

What Do You Prefer: Cut or Uncut?

by Pervertically Virtuous

Hands down; without a doubt.
There are a few reasons why I prefer uncircumcised, and a few differences between cut and uncut cocks that I don't care much about either way.
1. Cultural Background/ Eearly Experience
I'm European. I grew up in a country where most men were uncut. Circumcision was something only Muslims and Jews did for religious reasons; there was no discourse of health, cleanliness, or aesthetics surrounding the practice. Since your early experiences shape your view of things, and most of the cocks I played with in those early days were uncut, I'm a little biased simply based on familiarity and a dose of childhood nostalgia.
2. Intactness
One obvious thing that many Americans forget in this debate is that uncircumcised cocks are the way cocks were created by Mother Nature. There were good evolutionary reasons for the existence of a foreskin, including:
- Protection of the glans from infection and mechanical damage;
- Making sex more pleasurable for men by increasing the amount of nerve-endings as well as their sensitivity (via having the glans covered most of the time);
- Making intercourse more pleasurable/easier for both men and women due to decreased friction (see #7).
So uncut penises are perfectly normal and natural. It is circumcision that is the man-made intrusion here. That doesn't make it bad, but it does make it an elective (i.e., medically unnecessary), yet permanent genital modification at best, genital mutilation at worst. As such, it is a procedure that should be freely chosen by the person being done to. Sincefor the vast majority of men circumcision is something that was imposed on them by their parents long before they could give consent, I take ethical issue with the practice. It's a human rights issue. In other words, I prefer uncut penises out of principle.
3. Looks
The first time I heard someone say that uncircumcised penises looked ugly - soon after I moved to the U.S. - I was in a state of shock for a while. My state of shock was extended for quite some time when I realized a whole generation of Americans felt that way.
Perhaps because I grew up in a country where no aesthetic judgment was attached to the foreskin one way or another, the idea that one type of penis would look more attractive than the other seemed preposterous. These days I understand it cognitively (Americans were socialized to think that, so of course they'll think that), but I still have a hard time processing it emotionally.
To me, foreskin or no foreskin, flaccid penises look a little funny and cute, while erect penises look beautiful, powerful, and delicious. Size, shape, curvature, and color may affect my judgment of a given member's 'beauty,' but foreskin plays absolutely no role.
4. Smell & Cleanliness
"Uncut cocks are dirty and stink" is the most frequent reason I hear for disparaging them.
Yes, smegma (the white, waxy substance produced by our genitals) collects under the foreskin of genitally intact men. Smegma also collects under the clitoral hood and the labia of genitally intact women. And yes, it has a distinctive smell (that varies from person to person). But I'm not at least bothered by this in uncut cocks or intact pussies. Why?
- The smegma is perfectly natural and has a good evolutionary function - lubrication.
- Sex is not surgically clean – there can be sweat, smegma, vaginal juices, female ejaculation fluid, male cum and pre-cum, urine, feces, or blood, and many of these bodily excretions have some smell. And that's OK. The sooner people acknowledge that, the more they can relax and enjoy sex and the genitals involved in it.
- Smegma can be easily removed by washing it with water and soap. Bathrooms with running water and soap are readily available these days.
5. Handjobs
Uncut cocks are much easier and more convenient to jerk off.
With uncut cocks, you just hold the cock by the foreskin, and when you move your hand up and down, you're not rubbing your hand against the penile skin, it's the foreskin doing all the movement - gliding, and you're just holding onto the foreskin. Because of this, there's no friction, hence, no need for lube whatsoever. And it's nice not to have to depend on lube all the time.
With cut cocks, manual stimulation without lube can range from impossible to challenging, depending on how tight the penile skin is. Some circumcised men have very little loose penile skin, and the only option is to rub your hand against their skin, creating lots of friction and needing lube. Other men have enough loose penile skin to do a non-rubbing motion similar to that of the foreskin, but the range of motion is restricted, and you often feel like you're tugging on the cock in a way that must be uncomfortable for the owner.
Because of this difference in motion, with cut cocks you also often end up coming in direct hand-to-glans contact, and for a lot of men, the glans is way too sensitive for that, just like for a lot of women (myself included) direct stimulation of the clitoris is too intense.
6. Blowjobs
Since blowjobs often include manual stimulation, #5 makes giving oral sex to uncut penises also somewhat more convenient, although this is less of an issue as usually enough saliva can be produced to mitigate the problem.
7. Intercourse
When using condoms, there is not much difference. But when barebacking, there is a world of difference.
First, again thanks to the gliding of the foreskin, friction with the vaginal wall is reduced, and there is rarely any need for lube beyond natural vaginal lubrication.
Second, there is this additional sensation that you get from feeling the gliding of the foreskin against the anterior (front) vaginal wall – where the G spot is known to reside. It's not a super strong sensation, but it's noticeable, and it adds to the pleasure in what is otherwise a fairly insensitive organ – the vaginal canal itself.
8. STI/HIV prevention
There is a heated on-going debate in the world of sexual health research and policy about whether circumcision prevents HIV and other STI transmission. Based on some studies in Sub-Saharan Africa finding up to 60% lower HIV infection rates among circumcised men, the WHO touts circumcision as a major STI/HIV prevention measure. Others have criticized this evidence and policy position. For the geeks here who like reading about randomized controlled trials and epidemiological data, here is a fairly short, accessible, and multifaceted criticism of the scientific evidence that circumcision prevents HIV, and of the efforts to promote it as a prevention strategy.
Without going into too much depth about this, here's my take on this debate.
- The evidence that circumcision lowers STI/HIV is not unequivocal - there are methodological problems and contradicting findings. To me, it seems like the jury is still out.
- Most studies in industrialized, non-African societies find no such links, suggesting that circumcision may offer some protection against HIV only in countries where the prevalence of the virus is very high and more efficient protection methods (condoms and anti-retroviral therapy for those already infected) are not as readily available or as culturally accepted.
- There is no evidence that circumcision reduces transmission from an infected man to a woman.
The bottom line: Even if circumcision did indeed lower chances of contracting HIV, do you really want to rely on that to keep you and your partners safe?! I know I don't. Foreskin or not, I'll stick to condoms with casual partners.
In conclusion
None of these things are a deal breaker for me. I've happily enjoyed more circumcised and uncircumcised cocks than most people will ever see in their lives, and I have never refused a cock because of its circumcision status. Other aspects of the anatomy of the specific member and the skill with which its owner manipulates it are significantly more important. But all else equal, I'll take an uncut over a cut cock every single time.
And interestingly enough, most women I've talked to who have had substantial experience with both types prefer uncircumcised. But I can't find any non-anecdotal data on this.
In either case, I feel sorry for so many US women that never get to experience the difference.
How about you? What do you prefer? (Please only take the poll if you are interested in sexual partners with penises.)
View Poll                                                        [see also]
Pervertically Virtuous | September 27, 2013 at 6:38 pm | 

Sunday, September 25, 2016

What 'Erotica' Are People Into?

It's hard to know since it depends who and what you ask, and every survey is different. But when I had a look at the 'Tags' section on (the internet's most popular site for erotic fiction, incl. my wife's) I got some interesting results.

And again, those results depend on what you look at.

If you look at their list of most used tags (left) you'll see that the most popular tags for their 300,000+ erotic stories are Anal with 21,961 tags, followed by Oral at 15,590 and Threesomes at 12,100.

That's kind of what you'd expect (especially with Lesbian being the 4th most popular tag) but if you add in Oral Sex (sitting at 9th place) you'd see Oral jump to the Number One spot with 24,416 tags.

Factor in Blow Job (5th, with 11,554 tags) and .... (I was going to say Cunnilingus but I don't see it listed, which is surprising) have Oral miles ahead with 35,970 tags.

But there's another Tag chart on Literotica too, which is different to the one listed left. If you look at that you'll see that the most popular tags (IMO) are:
Older Woman
Blow Job
Anal Sex
Older Man
(see full list below)

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Open Marriages ~ Part 2

Okay, firstly there is no Open Marriages ~ Part 1 but this is a follow on from this post which touches on things to do when you don't want to have sex with your partner. But you don't want them to cheat or leave you. Read that first, and then come back here for another idea - albeit an extreme idea. So extreme I chopped it off the end of that post and put it here:

There is another thing you can try but it require a lot of courage and confidence. But before I get to I should also mention the other other thing you can do that also requires a lot of courage and confidence: get counselling. If your libido is gone then you should really seek professional advice before trying the suggestions above. Sometimes the lack of libido is medical (some prescriptions you're taking) or it could be psychological (something hidden in you psyche is stopping you) or it could be physical (your husband is a big fat slob and you can't bear the thought of fucking him).

The other thing you can try is an Open Marriage, but it really does require a lot of courage and confidence. Confidence that your husband won't run off with one of these women you allow him to fuck. I'm really not qualified to give expert advice on Open Marriages since I'm not in one and have never been in one, but since I'm a guy I'll give you my unsolicited advice anway:

There are many many variations of an open marriage but YOU set the terms of your open marriage, and he has to agree to them as you dictate.

  1. He has to use a condom at all times, and remain disease free (maybe you also require regular testing?)
  2. Maybe he has to tell you what he's up to (the level of detail is up to you) or maybe you prefer he doesn't tell you anything because you don't want to know - he just plays a lot of 'night golf' right?
  3. You decide how often he's allowed to play 'night golf' - once a week, twice a month, once a month, or maybe even just on his birthday?
  4. You decide who he can play with - a paid escort/hooker, a rub 'n tug masseuse, a random woman he picks up in a bar who he can never see again, or a woman he met on a hook up site (in which case is he allowed to see her more than once or is it only to be a one time thing and then he has to find a new conquest?)
  5. You decide when he can play too - maybe he has to do this during the day because you want him home with you and the family at night, like in a 'normal' marriage? 

I only know one guy personally who had an open marriage and it didn't end well. After their second child she totally went off sex and a year after that she gave him a 'free pass' to have sex with other women - as long as they were random hook ups that he only saw once - because the lack of sex was impacting their marriage. So for the first few months he was like a kid in a candy store when all the candy is free, but like any kid with unlimited free candy he got sick of it eventually.

He started complaining that he was sick of random hook ups and that he wanted something 'more real'. We of course told him he was mad, and should just be grateful his wife had given him this magic pass in the first place. He got so conflicted about what he actually wanted (he was cheating on his wife by not sticking to the rules of 'one time hook ups') that he started to drink heavily. Two years later it ended in divorce when she found out he had 'a girlfriend'. Now he's a free man bleating about how much he loves his kids and maybe if he got back with his wife it would be worth it just to see his kids all the time.

Honestly, men are the most dumb ass gender in the entire Animal Kingdom - I don't know why women put up with them.

Forget what I've said about open marriages, just teach your man to masturbate and you'll be fine.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Fetish Friday ~ Dominatrix

I went to a bachelor party recently which ended up at a strip club, as you'd expect.
Some of the guys had organised a 'Special Treat' for the Groom, namely one of the strippers coming out dressed in the full Dominatrix outfit (just like the picture below). She pulled him up on stage, made him bend over, removed his pants, and then flogged his ass. Although she looked the part it was clear she didn't really know what she was doing. She was whipping him on the wrong part of his butt, and seemed to be just flailing away wildly.

The outfit looks great - but I think the boots are too short!

Thursday, September 22, 2016

At A T-Girl Sex Party

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous.
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 
(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "At the beginning of the summer, Ace and I went to a t-girl sex party in NYC. Where, among other things, I fucked a guy in the ass while he was sucking on a t-girl's cock, while she was sucking on Ace's cock. All the while being unsolicitedly watched, grop"

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

At a T-Girl Sex Party

by Pervertically Virtuous

At the beginning of the summer, Ace and I went to a t-girl sex party in NYC. Where, among other things, I fucked a guy in the ass while he was sucking on a t-girl's cock, while she was sucking on Ace's cock. All the while being unsolicitedly watched, groped, and cock-stabbed by countless, faceless men through the many holes of the dark, dirty cubicle. It was one of the most surreal sexperiences of my life.
It all started a few weeks earlier at a bar in Brooklyn, when I ran into Justin, an old friend of mine who I hadn't seen in a long time. When I first met Justin - at a swinger party six years ago - he was a sexy, ripped, Ivy League PhD student dating a gorgeous t-girl who worked as a porn star. Justin was now a slightly overweight, freelancer (with a PhD), who paid his bills by bartending. Currently single and still primarily attracted to trans women, he mentioned he had just come from a bi-monthly t-girl sex party at a club nearby.
[photo added 2016,
 original lost in recovery process]
I was intrigued.

It had been over five years since I'd had sex with a t-girl. Those few amazing threesomes with Justin and his gorgeous ex (stories for another time) had always left me wanting more. Ace, for his part, had never been with a t-girl, but that has always been one of his more distant and darker curiosities, if not quite fantasies. A t-girl sex party sounded like an excellent summer adventure.
We arranged to go with Justin to the next party. He warned us the place was very seedy, and attendance was highly variable. But that didn't stop my imagination from coming up with all sorts of things the night could entail: Fucking a t-girl while she's sucking Ace's cock; getting DP-d by Ace and a t-girl, sucking her cock while she's getting fucked in the ass, multiple t-girls... Possibilities were endless, and many a masturbating orgasm over the course of the next two weeks had those fantasies to thank.
The day of the party, I got my period. A bit unfortunate, but I was determined not to let that ruin my mood. Loaded with ibuprofen, I knew there were plenty of things we can do that did not involve my pussy.
We didn't need to dress up, Justin said, it was typically very casual for the guys and slutty for the t-girls. There were too few bio girls at these parties for there to be a dress code for them, so I went with a short, loose dress that was neither too slutty nor too casual and that would provide me with easy access should I need it. Maybe I was overly hopeful, but I packed my strap-on.
We got to the club a little after midnight. Walking over from the subway, we noticed two Black trans women clearly headed in the same direction. One was somewhat attractive, the other one a little too big and masculine for our tastes. The anticipation rose. So much so, that Ace needed to stop in the middle of the street and down a vodka soda from our BYOB bag to "take the edge off".
We located the club by the street number - there was no sign advertising its existence - and a moderately attractive Asian t-girl in a sparkly white dress smoking outside. Once through the door, we were greeted by a friendly doorman who seemed visibly amused by the unusual visitors - a hetero couple. Noting we were first-timers, he instructed us on the need to be respectful to the ladies, not touch anyone without permission, and not use drugs. To me as a bio woman, he had additional advice: "The ladies can sometimes get intimidated by bio women, so just be conscious of that." In other words, don't flaunt your bio status too much. I wasn't sure what exactly that meant, but was certainly glad I didn't dress up too much.
Justin greeted us at the top of the stairs. He walked us down to the coat check where we handed our BYOB drinks to a heavily made-up, older trans woman. She served all of us drinks, and with that we were ready for the grand tour.
On one end of the club was the main socializing room/dancefloor where a few men in cargo shorts or jeans and t-shirts were quietly hanging out, drinking beer, waiting for action. On the other end was a mid-sized dungeon/playroom containing a few beds, a spanking bench, and suspension points; it was empty save for a big-bellied, hairy middle-aged man getting a blowjob from a large t-girl. The far walls of both rooms were lined with individual cubicles where one could get a bit of privacy. But the main attraction seemed to be "The Labyrinth": Situated between the dancefloor and the playroom, it consisted of a dozen or so cubicles of different shapes and sizes, arranged in a sort of a maze, interconnected by ridiculously narrow corridors, and divided by wooden dividers, curtains, or chain-link fences. A number of men and t-girls were milling around the labyrinth in search of action.
Everything was black and incredibly dark. It looked filthy and seedy. The music ranged from cheesy pop, to cool electro, to annoying heavy rock. The crowd was underwhelming, to say the least. Attendance was low, and those in attendance - both the men and the ladies - were largely unattractive. Everyone appeared to be working class. Many of the men looked creepy. Many of the t-girls were overweight and older. None of them seemed to have had top surgery, and only a couple had naturally long hair as opposed to wearing wigs. There were no other bio women.
While making our way through the Labyrinth, I noticed the Asian t-girl we had seen outside. She wasn't super hot, but was the hottest t-girl there that night. I asked Justin about her. "She's a top," he said. "I've been with her. She's OK." He didn't sound very enthusiastic, but still motioned her to come over and introduced us. Her name was Jackie. She was about my height, relatively slender but with a few extra pounds around her stomach, wearing tasteful make-up, and a red wig with long, straight hairs that fit her well.
Jackie was friendly, and appeared mildly excited to meet us. Almost immediately she asked us if we were going to play that night and what we were interested in doing. Ace and I said we weren't sure yet - we had been there for less than 15 minutes and still trying to acclimate to this new and unusual surrounding. If we did play, we mentioned, Ace was not interested in bottoming. (He may yet one day, but this was not the time, place, or person for that.)
With Jackie a top, and Ace not interested in bottoming, I wasn't sure what our options were. But before I had time to mull over the possibilities, Justin suggested something:
"Do you wanna watch us play?"
The truth was, we weren't particularly excited about playing there - the space was grimy and there was no one truly attractive - but we were there and it was an adventure. Quite an unique one, in fact. Plus, there was nothing else to do there - it's not like it was a nice place to have a cocktail or dance - so we agreed. Why not.
We followed the two of them into one of the Labyrinth cubicles. Jackie sat on the small, plastic-covered black bed, and Justin knelt down in front of her, took off her underwear, and promptly started sucking on her limp cock with the intention of getting her hard enough to fuck him. For a few minutes Ace and I stood there watching, somewhat awkwardly. The idea of what was happening was kinda hot, but we could barely see anything in the darkness.
"You could direct, if you want," Justin said to me without lifting his head from Jackie's crotch.
I wasn't exactly sure how to 'direct' this action; instead, I joined in. I knelt down on the filthy floor and started sucking Jackie's now semi-hard cock. A minute later I saw Jackie reaching over to Ace, unbuttoning his pants. In no time, she had his cock in her mouth and he seemed to be enjoying it. The familiar smell of poppers filled the cubicle: Jackie and Justin were passing a small container of it. (So much for the 'no drugs' policy.) Ace and I politely declined, not really our thing.
[photo added 2016,
 original lost in recovery process]
I soon became aware that our suck-fest was not without spectators. Half a dozen men were peering through the many peepholes in the wooden dividers, trying to enter the already cramped cubicle, or sending their unwanted hands over to explore our bodies. A slap on the hand was usually enough to cause a temporary retreat, only to return or be replaced by a different hand a few minutes later.
As seedy as this was, I could sense Ace getting close to coming, holding it back so as not to end the scene prematurely. But Jackie was clearly not getting hard enough to fuck anyone. The positions we were in were fairly uncomfortable. The room was really small. Our drinks had spilled onto the plastic-wrapped bed and everything was sticky. It was time to take a break.
We went to the main room and had another drink. Justin told us he had done molly in anticipation of the evening and that he was drinking a lot these days. He didn't look too healthy or happy. An air of despondency hung over him; at that moment, he appeared to have much more in common with the working class men around him than with the post-graduate Ivy League world he had recently left.
We learned a bit about Jackie. She was bisexual, but more into men. She said she was really attracted to Ace - that he was exactly her type - and admitted she really liked sucking his cock, although she was a top. She didn't live like a woman full-time; in fact, she had a job on Wall Street, and she was very much a "he" at work during the day.
"You are pretty," I told her. It was true. I wasn't crazy about her body, but her face was very cute.
"You really think so?" She asked with a hopeful look in her eyes. "You think I'm passable?"
"Yes, very much so," I assured her.
"Thank you, that means a lot from such a beautiful real woman like you." She said genuinely grateful.
We hung out for 10-15 minutes, but hanging out there was really pointless. We should either fuck some more or get out of there. Justin and Jackie each went around to check out if there was anything new or more interesting going on. Apparently not. When both returned, they suggested we went for round two. Ace and I agreed. Hopefully at least one of us would get an orgasm out of this.
We found a somewhat bigger cubicle in the Labyrinth this time and left our drinks on the floor. We all climbed on top of the full-sized plastic-covered bed: Jackie on her back, Justin and I at kneeling at her crotch, and Ace standing near her head. The sucking began again. I went back between helping Justin suck Jackie's cock, and helping Jackie suck Ace's cock. I wanted Ace to cum. The first time she had his cock in her mouth, the novelty of the situation was so arousing, he had to restrain himself from coming within seconds. This time around, it wasn't happening so quickly.
It didn't help that the only thing separating our cubicle from the neighboring cubicle was a chain link fence, giving us full view of a sizable t-girl occupying a sex swing, getting ass fucked by one of the many creepy men. It didn't help that people continually kept walking into our cubicle, sometimes holding their cocks out, watching, groping, slapping, talking to us, trying to direct. It didn't help that men stuck their cocks through the chain link fence trying to get Jackie to suck on them. It didn't help that hands constantly appeared from all sides and openings to the cubicle, groping whatever was nearest. (So much for the 'no touching without asking' policy.) It didn't help that Jackie had to hold her wig with one hand to prevent it from falling off. It didn't help that she had no boobs to grab onto.
Jackie and I kept working on Ace's cock. I knew he was going to cum (sooner or later), so I suggested he should come in Jackie's mouth. She objected to that (for health reasons, I assume) - and instead wanted to help him come in my mouth. But Justin had other plans for Ace's cum. When he realized Ace was nearing orgasm, he whispered in my ear:
"Please don't swallow it, give it to me."
That was so dirty - and so unexpected, it totally turned me on. I went back to Ace's cock just in time to receive his big load. I then turned to Justin and gave him a kiss, letting him suck all of the thick, white semen out of my mouth. He swallowed it with great delight.
Despite the constant double blowjob she was getting, Jackie's cock oscillated between completely limp and semi-hard the entire time. Realizing that there was going to be no fucking administered by her, I realized I could be the one doing the fucking - I had my silvery strap-on with me! I asked Justin if I could fuck him, and he happily agreed. I fished my harness and strap-on out of my bag, and buckled it on after taking off my dress - it was really hot in there - leaving me with nothing but a pair of thongs. I covered the dildo with a condom and copious amounts of lube and positioned myself behind Justin who was still on his knees obediently sucking Jackie's cock.
[photo added 2016,
 original lost in recovery process]

I was going to go slow, but Justin forcefully impaled himself on the dildo the minute he felt the silicone tip touch his anus. The entire length of the shaft disappeared inside him with just one thrust, and he started fucking himself hard. I found the whole scene incredibly arousing, it was so dirty and disgusting and raw. I wasn't going to cum - I had just gotten my period, was slightly cramping, and in a place where I couldn't relax enough to come - but my mind was on fire. I had never had sex in a seedier, filthier environment. This was the lowest of the low, and it was an unbelievable turn-on.
I kept fucking Justin's ass for a while, expertly smacking away all the faceless hands and cocks reaching various parts of my naked, sweaty body. By then, the initial shock and annoyance at their unwanted advances had dissipated; they didn't bother me anymore, I found them rather amusing, in fact.
I knew Justin wasn't going to have an orgasm - the ecstasy was giving him a 'molly dick' (like whiskey dick, only worse) - but he was clearly enjoying being sandwiched between two cocks. The paradox of both those cocks being attached to women - the artificial one to an actual woman, the natural one to a man who wanted to be a woman - was not lost on me. Justin started impaling himself on my cock more forcefully and moaning louder, going wild, losing himself entirely in the dark, dirty place that his body and his mind both inhabited at that moment.
Until we both realized 'an accident' had happened. I could smell it. He could sense it.
He got up and ran out for paper towels and wet wipes. We cleaned up as best as we could in the almost complete darkness, assembled our stuff, and left the cubicle. The sex was done for the night.
Collecting ourselves in the main room, a number of men came up to us to say how much they enjoyed the show. A few tried to get us to go to their swinger/ bdsm/ t-girl parties. We declined.
It was time to go.
Justin lived nearby so we said our goodbyes outside the club. Jackie lived in Manhattan, so we shared a cab. She was a sweet girl hoping to hang out with us again. We exchanged numbers, knowing we'd probably never call.
The next day, Ace was borderline disturbed at the what, where, and how of the night before: We had just had sex in what he jokingly described as Beyond the Thunderdome of Sex.
"I wasn't really into her," he said. "But given the environment, the darkness-covered filth, the creepy chains, the weirdos surrounding us, I just had to do it. If for no other reason, to be able to say I've done it and to never have to do it again."
Well, we sure did it. And we sure will not do it again.
Next time we hook up with a t-girl, it will be somewhere that has a real bed, no unsolicited participants, and plenty of light. And she will be someone we find truly attractive. Preferably, with top surgery and living as a woman full-time. Even if we have to pay for her.
How about you? Have you been with a t-girl before?
Need some new sex toys? Visit Eden Fantasys or Extreme Restraints.
Pervertically Virtuous | September 23, 2013 at 10:20 am | 

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

The Brangelina Split - If Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt Can't Make It Work...

If Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt Can't Make It Work What Does This Mean For You?

I have a blog scheduled for this Saturday called Open Marriages.  I considered posting it now but that would mean re-writing it to cash tie in with the media frenzy about the rumored affair of Brad Pitt that resulted in his wife Angelina Jolie filing for divorce. While others (no doubt those on Team Aniston) will find some irony in Jolie ditching Pitt due to his alleged on set romance with Marion Cotillard while filming Allied, I take no such pleasure since I was always Team Jolie.

There are better stills from Gia but I chose this one because
she looks just exactly like an ex GF in this one (seriously!)
Just as many women found Brad Pitt immensely attractive, I was similarly enthusiastic about Angelina Jolie. Before her thin period that is. She looked super hot during the Gia - Laura Croft years, but then she went on the Size 0 diet and when I saw her in The Tourist I just thought "damn, you're too skinny girl!" That won't stop me from seeing her movies since I think she's a great and eminently watchable actress - I just don't lust after her anymore.

Which I'm sure she gives zero fucks about.

Anyway, to the point of today's post (and it's a vast generalization and an immense over-simplification, but bear with me):

Last Saturday I posted Never underestimate the power of a blow job ~ Part 3 in which I said
Ladies, never underestimate the power of allowing your man a sexual release. If you don't want to have sex with him then give him a quick blow job or a handjob. If you don't want to do that either then tell him to jerk off while you watch (or do the same, depending on your libido). And if that doesn't appeal then at least give him permission to masturbate in private - just tell him you've gone off sex yourself but he's welcome to get himself off if he wants to. The reason I say this is because sex is very important to men (and to women too, I know) but if your libido is gone it's unfair to leave him hanging... [more]
It doesn't matter how hot you look or how sexy you are, if you don't get intimate with your man he will find an outlet for his sexual desire. Or worse, another woman will zero in on the opportunity and take advantage of the situation. (Disclaimer: I have no knowledge how good or bad the Brangelina sex life is, so it may not be a factor at all). This is why (again, I'm guessing) celebrity hotties like Angelina Jolie, Reese Witherspoon, Sandra Bullock, and even Halle Berry have all suffered the curse of the straying partner.

Yes, yes, I know what you're going to argue and you're 100% right: men shouldn't be ruled by their dicks, men should keep it in their pants, if a woman doesn't feel like being sexually intimate she shouldn't have to be sexually intimate, it's 2016 and the 'men have urges' argument just doesn't fly any more - yes, all valid rebuttals and all completely true. As is men seem to gain a lot of their self esteem via sexual intimacy and if they're not getting any they stop thinking straight.

Or is that just me?

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

TMI Tuesday: September 20, 2016 ~ Sex, seriously?

Hey, hey, hey. TMI Tuesday is up!
1. Do you think being a sex worker is as legitimate a work option as being an accountant?
~ I am wholly in favor of making sex work legal. It's not called 'the world's oldest profession' for nothing so why should people (because there are male sex workers too) be arrested for doing what plenty of people want to pay for? The caveat of course is that people must be protected from exploitation and abuse if they take up sex work - but there are many countries where it is legal (see list) and they seem to have made it work.
That said I doubt it will ever be viewed as a 'legitimate' work option by most people, even if it is legal.

2. Which of these rules would you follow if your lover had to have it followed in order to be aroused:
a. wear socks while having sex
b. have the lights on during sex

c. have the TV playing, volume up while having sex
d. the room must be in complete darkness to have sex
~ [c] is the only one I can't stand, but I'm guessing I'd cave pretty quickly if that was my only option! One thing I really really hate in amateur porn is when the couple are fucking with the TV on in the background. How can you fuck with CNN or FOX News playing in the background? It totally ruins the moment. Even worse are the cam girls who have the TV playing in the back ground. Nothing says "I'm totally faking it for you while I watch my shows" than seeing a girl ramming a dildo up herself while her eyes wander to a TV screen off camera (which is completely different to her checking her cam monitor).

You can put Giselle Bundchen naked on a horse
but you cannot make her drink
3. You must plan an evening of sex with your lover. Tell us what you’ve planned for the evening.
~ I don't plan anything any more because I'm always thwarted. My answer to the bonus question below is just one example - I've made plans before, which naturally include setting the mood for romance/sex - but it don't amount for a hill of beans if she's not in the mood. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink.

4. Rule: If one of you is in the mood for sex and the other is not, you give the other 24 hours to ‘get in the mood’ before masturbating. Would this work in for you or in your relationship – why or why not?
~ It's an idea I'd like to try and in a way I've canvassed it already. Much of my frustration comes from her not being in the mood but then I'm not able to masturbate because she has this uncanny ability to want sex after I've masturbated. Maybe she can smell something and that triggers her subconsciously? If my wife gives me permission to masturbate (I actually have a post on this theme scheduled for October) I'm fairly sure she wouldn't want me watching porn while I do it because that would be 'cheating'.

5. Apparently, even though it is the year 2016, some folks still have a “number” that delineates another person from being normal and liking sex versus being promiscuous. What is THAT number for you? According to a recent U.K. report more than 15 sexual conquests for a man can be off-putting, while more that 14 sexual encounters for a woman may give a potential suitor pause.
~ It's actually not something I've given any thought to, since I've been married so long and I'm not on the 'dating' scene. But I do recall it being a question that naturally came up in my early 20s when I was with someone. My wife's number was well ahead of mine, but it didn't worry me because I wanted someone who was sexually unabashed. If only I'd known then that she only had a set number of fucks in her - and had used up so many before meeting me! :)

Bonus: How was your weekend?
~ Ah, I see what you did there. You asked us what our plans for the weekend were last week and now you're following up to see what actually happened. Well, last week I said:

next weekend I want to see if my wife makes good on her promise to resume our scheduled sex 'routine' (see yesterday's post also**)!
and I can now report back... no, we did not have sex. On Saturday afternoon my wife dropped off our daughter to a sleep over so I jumped into the shower to get all fresh and clean. When my wife got home she went straight into the home office and didn't emerge until dinner time. Which I cooked (rare for me) and it was very nice - seafood linguini in a Thai coconut cream sauce. I even set the table, opened some wine and turned on the fire (even though it wasn't necessary). I guess I should have lit candles because dimming the lights didn't set the proper mood. After eating dinner, which she acknowledged was lovely, she went back to her computer because she had important stuff she needed to finish by Monday. Which she did, but no sex for me. 

Double Bonus: You may have missed the Fetish Friday ~ Rubber/Latex post last week. I thought she was super cute and sexy AF.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!