Monday, December 11, 2017

Mutual Masturbation for Wicked Wednesday ~ REDUX

My wife got on the bed, skooched over real close, pressed herself against me, and started jacking me off. Her hand and fingers on my cock felt good and I knew it wouldn't be long before I popped. The anticipation had been so great. In order to prolog the experience I suggested she get out the vibrator. "Which one?" she asked. "Anyone you like" I replied. It was only much later that I realized what she meant was did I want the Verge for me or the Lelo for her. I did mean the Lelo, which is what she pulled from the nightstand drawer.

My wife got back on the bed and started to pull her yoga pants down. "No! No!" I interrupted "just run that vibe over the top of your pants. Crank up the speed if you need to, but keep your pants on". Little did I realize I'd just signed my death warrant a.k.a. goodbye hand job. My wife siddled up next to me as I continued jacking my rock hard dick while I waited for her to get comfortable. She didn't get comfortable.

Sorry if it's a little graphic, but I couldn't find one with a woman wearing yoga pants.
But this is what the Lelo looks like. It's not my wife, but I could eat that pussy all day!
My promised hand job was over, as my wife got up and moved down the bed. She repositioned herself so that she was lying down between my legs, and then spread herself a little so she could get that vibe right on the spot where she wanted it. I'll admit she looked hot, so I carried on stroking my cock. My wife was lying on her back, propped up on one small pillow, and really getting into it. Her eyes were closed as she ran that vibe over her mound, on her clit, before settling on trying to push it into her cleft - which obviously she couldn't do because of the yoga pants.

I think she was really enjoying that part (the restriction) because she pulled up her top and started squeezing her breasts with her free hand as she plowed her cunt with the vibe. I was up on my knees at this point, pressed right up between her thighs, and she alternated between running the vibe on herself and then on me. Me being my cock and balls. The sensations felt great and I was ready to spray a fountain of cum all over her.

My wife got greedy at that point (I'm joking!) and returned the vibe to herself and left it there. I could tell that she too was on her way to a thunderous orgasm, and had possibly had a small one already. I took that as my cue to back off a little so I sat back down and pumped my dick and enjoyed the sight before me. My wife took that (me moving back a little) as her cue to remove her yoga pants so she could get unrestrained access to her sopping wet cunt.

She lifted her legs in the air and I gave her a hand pulling them down and over her butt (you know how tight these things can be). I got them off her hips and down to her upper thighs but then I stopped. She tried to pull them up further (and off, presumably) but I said "No, leave them there". She did. Her legs were were in the air but kind of bound together, because although the lycra is quite stretchy it can also be quite strong when bunched around your thighs.

She was now able to get that vibe directly on her clit (which is what she wanted) and I was able to get a great view of her pussy and ass. My wife then started pushing the tip of the vibe into her pussy, but at an angle that had the clit-stimulator (don't laugh, I don't know what that bit is called) pressed hard against her clit. I knew she was enjoying herself because she was moaning and her rosebud was starting to wink.

Which naturally gave me an idea.

Anal.

My wife never asks for this and it's a very very rare thing we do, and we've run the gamut of mistakes. We've done it when we we're drunk, we've done it without lube, we've do it without preparation. Each time we do it (albeit few and far between) we've got one less thing wrong, but I've realized it's all about 'baby steps'. The last time we did it (Kinky Sex in a Hotel Room) was great for me but slightly flawed for her. This time I was determined to get it right, so...

I told her I had an idea of something I wanted to try. When she said "What?" I said "I want to cum in your ass". She followed with "Really?" and I replied "Yeah, but I won't fuck you in the ass, I'll just jerk off until I'm ready to cum - but when I do I wanna cum inside your asshole". My wife didn't seem ultra-enthusiastic but gave me the okay. "Okay, sure" she said. I think she was just annoyed that I was talking too much while she was so close to what we could all see was going to be a very big orgasm for her.

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted some on her pussy and asshole. She flinched briefly because it was cold, but soon had that vibe back inside and working both her cunt and clit. I dabbed a little more on my finger and then slowly pushed it into her ass. It slid in without resistance. I held it there briefly before working my finger in and out. She felt soft and loose and squishy down there so I inserted a second finger. This was slightly tighter fit but it wasn't long before I was slowly sawing in and out of her.

I got up on my knees and moved in close. I was now looking down on her and she was a sight to behold. I also couldn't see my fingers going in and out of her ass because it was masked by the yoga pants wrapped around her thighs. I had twisted my hand around by now, and I was making the 'come hither' curling motion with my fingertips. This apparently is what one must do inside the pussy if you want to stimulate the G-spot but I was doing it in her ass so I don't know what it was doing for her.

Because she never really tells me if something is good or bad. Unless it's really bad.

But I could feel the vibe bump against my fingers as she worked it in and out of pussy and she was moaning loudly by this stage. I kept up a steady rhythm with my fingers and they moved in and out quite easily. So easily that I did wonder if I was in the right hole - honestly, she felt so wet and squishy down there I did seriously wonder if I was fingering her pussy instead of her ass.

Just as I was thinking 'this would be a good time to replace these fingers with my cock, because I think she's ready for anal now' I was rewarded with the sensation of having my fingers squeezed repeatedly as her pussy and asshole contracted and spasmed several times. Whether she came or not I don't know, because she never says, but she did gently try to push my hand away at that point.

I removed my fingers and resumed jacking my cock. My wife was still vibing herself, with her eyes closed and her teeth gritted, so I could see was chasing another orgasm. She looked very hot and quite wanton with her bra pulled above her boobs and her legs slightly splayed as she continued with pushing that Lelo in and out of her wet cunt. I continued to fist my dick and I could feel the cum boiling over in my balls.

"Here I come, I'm cumming" I warned her "I'm gonna cum"

With that I pressed forward and aimed the purple head of my cock at her brown starfish. And came!

That's right, my timing was so off I didn't even have time to push myself inside her - I was ejaculating already. All I managed was a big cream pie splattered all over her asshole. It was a great orgasm for me, tinged only with the regret that I couldn't get my dick in her ass so she could feel what good anal sex is supposed to be like.

Oh well, maybe next time...

---~o0o~---

A question for my readers

This post has been edited down from one that was originally published in two parts (Mutual Masturbation for Wicked Wednesday and MM for WW ~ Part 2). May More has politely (and correctly) told me I take too long with preamble before getting to the point. This post today is just an edit of Part 2 - I cut out Part 1 completely (even tho' it had a bit of sex at the end). 

So... did you see my original post(s) and skip over them? Is today's edit any better (for length) or is it still too long? And is the photo image too extreme? This post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday. Click the link to see sexier stories than this one! 



An early Xmas present.

This is the text exchange I had with my wife on Sunday afternoon. It happened because we hadn't had sex for a very long time and I was sick of it. So I started reading dirty stories online, on my iPhone, and masturbating while I did it. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum, but I held off. It wasn't too much longer before it became apparent I couldn't 'edge' any longer so I had a decision...

Do I cum now, solo, or give her the opportunity to be involved? It was risky, but I decided to give her the option. My texts were quite direct, there was no time for flirting (I was ready to cum!) so we weren't 'sexting':

She didn't reply because she was rushing up the stairs. I'd heard her laugh first, when she read it, but she wasted no time in coming upstairs to see if I was serious.

I was.

She walked into the bedroom and there I was, naked on the bed and reading porn on my phone. Jacking my cock.

"Omigod!" she exclaimed, with a big grin on her face.

It was genuine, she was both stunned and excited to see me like that. She walked straight over to the bed and grabbed my balls, giving me a gentle squeeze.

With her other hand she took my cock from me and bent down, taking it in her mouth. She slurped quickly up and down, testing to see how hard I was.

I was rock hard.

I was ready to pop.

She started blowing me properly then, as I continued to read the dirty story on my phone. I wanted her to know I was angry with her (we'd fought the day before) and that she was there to service my needs. I expected her to react (negatively) to me reading porn while she sucked my cock, but she said nothing.

Which was good, because another fantasy I have is to have her blow me under the desk in our home office while I look at a porn video online. With the audio up.

I started moaning and I warned her I was about to cum.

She got up quickly, stripped off her dress in one movement, and then climbed back on the bed to straddle me. She mounted me backwards, in the reverse cowgirl position. I groaned as she sank slowly down on my cock - she felt so tight!

"I thought you were having your period?" I ventured.

"It finished yesterday" she replied, as she started bouncing on my dick.

"You're so tight" I said "do you want my legs in or out?"

My wife prefers me to stretch my legs outside of hers when she rides me reverse cowgirl, rather than straddling my legs as she was now. She didn't reply, but instead rose up and 'dismounted'. I thought she was changing position but ... well, I guess she was. She swung herself around and positioned herself between my legs and then bent down and started sucking my cock again.

This was amazing, because my wife was swallowing her own juices from my cock, something she's done only once before as I recall. And I recall it very well since I find it very debauched - and arousing! My wife was very wet when she climbed on top of me so she must have tasted good to herself.

My wife was bobbing up and down on my dick with her mouth, hard, and alternating with some hand work. And she was tonguing my balls. She licked her fingers, wetting them immensely, and started fingering around my balls and asshole. It felt really good, and she did it just right this time ie not invasive.

She was jerking me off in earnest now, one hand working the cock and the other my balls and asshole. Once again I was close to cumming. So close I had to put down my phone. She was like a demon possessed and keen to swallow me whole. I know I had started this all by asking if she wanted me to cum in her mouth, but now I had a different idea.

I pushed her off me and then jostled her into the doggy position, up on all fours, at the edge of the bed. I stood up behind her and pulled her hips back as I thrust forward. I sliced into her like a hot knife through butter, she was that wet. I pounded her good and hard and she grunted with every thrust. My cock was ready but I couldn't get the angle right for me. I was up on tip toes and I could feel the back of my legs cramping.

I pulled out and manhandled  her down the corner of the bed, pushing her down flat on her stomach so that she was spreadeagled with her legs straddling two sides of the corner. I pulled her buttcheeks apart and speared her pussy with my stiff fat prick. She loved it, she was wet AF. I started pounding her from above, holding her hips down on the bed, unable to move.

I started pulling all the way out and then pushing back all the way in, before once again withdrawing all the way out. I made my strokes slower and steadier now and she was loving it. I could feel her getting tighter so I started slicing in and out of her wet slit faster and faster...

Her asshole was winking at me, her little starfish screaming "come inside, it's warm and wonderful in here!"

So I pulled my dick out and repositioned it at her crinkled hole. My cock was still very wet from her juices so I figured it would be fine, but as soon I started pushing the head in (slowly!) my wife said "what are you doing?" She wasn't admonishing, she was just making me say it.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass"

"Okay, hang on a minute..." and then she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. She came back with some hand lotion, which she smeared liberally over the head and shaft of my penis, before reaching back to lube her own asscrack. Then she jumped back down on the bed and resumed her position. I would have preferred if she'd lubed her asshole up while she was lying down in front of me but given how far we've come (ie she's agreeing to anal now) I figured now was not the time to mention it.

I positioned the head of my cock at her asshole and slowly pushed forward. Real slow. There was no resistance and once I had the head in I waited a moment or three before pushing forward again. My wife had her hand underneath her and was frigging her clit furiously. I gripped her butt and started slowly thrusting in and out of my wife's arse. Like it was a pussy.

Soon I was pounding in and out of her like a sailor on shore leave, and my wife was starting to grunt. She was still fingering her clit madly underneath me so I reached forward and slipped my hand under her breast. Gripping one tit with one hand (it felt large and full, a side effect from her period) and gripping her opposite butt cheek with my other hand I started fucking her asshole like it was a wet sloppy cunt.

I wouldn't say I was rough but I could feel myself getting quite savage - and slipping sideways as I dicked her asshole relentlessly! I pulled out to straighten up, at which point my wife quickly jumped up and rolled over. Repositioning herself on her back she pulled her knees up and spread her legs.

She reached down with both hands and started fingering her clit and her pussy lips. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked up at me lustily and spread her lips wide, showing me everything she had. Just like a centrefold.

"I squirted before" she said, with a sly smile on her face "now it's your turn, cum for me"

My mind was reeling. She'd squirted? Wow, this was only the second time that I knew of that she'd done that, and the last time was 5 years ago. While we were on vacation. Like we were now. Is that the secret to squirting - going on vacation, where you can relax and feel free to squirt on someone else's bed?

Wake up Nero! It's time to cum - you can analyze this later!!

I started jerking my cock as my wife fingered her clit and played with her pussy lips. She was doing it for herself, not a show for me, so I gave her one of my own. I pressed my balls hard up against her sopping wet pussyhole and jacked my dick hard. Her cunt felt really hot, and really good on my balls. I was ready to cum alright!

"I'm gonna cum now" I said.

I grabbed my wife's ankles and pulled her legs up higher. At the same time I dropped the head of my cock to her asshole and pushed forward gently. I held her ankles wide, in a 'V', as I pumped in out of her tight asshole. And came.

It was like an explosion in my brain. I dropped my hands, grabbed her hips and thighs, and fucked her hard in the ass - pumping her back passage full of my jism. I grunted, groaned, and moaned as it all came flooding out of me. And then watched as it all came flooding out of her again when I pulled out.

It was just like a porn movie - there was a torrent of white sticky cum dribbling out of her asshole and running all the way down her asscrack to a pool on the mattress. My wife was still fingering herself and was too caught up to notice... until she wasn't. She suddenly jumped up and raced to the bathroom.

She came back a minute or so later, with a warm wet flannel which she used to wrap around my dick. She had the same broad grin on her face that she'd had when she'd first raced up the stairs and into the bedroom after receiving my text. She looked like a woman who had been royally fucked and had enjoyed it thoroughly.

"When did you squirt?" I asked. I knew she'd been very wet during the sex but didn't know when she'd cum specifically.

"When you had me pushed face down on the corner of the bed and were fucking me hard" she grinned, like the cat who got the cream. And then she jumped up and ran back to the bathroom for a shower.

As I type this now I realise I still don't know which hole I was fucking when she squirted...

---~o0o~---

This post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday.
Click the link to see sexier stories than this one! 


Sunday, December 10, 2017

Replay: The Xmas Sex Story – Part 1

This image has been inserted here so Facebook don't publish the one below - but it's also a reminder that Xmas is two weeks away!

Today's post is an excerpt from one originally posted on Jan 13, 2014. You can read the full story here.
She started to breathe heavier and I started talking dirty to her. It was kind of a story and kind of not. She started squirming, her eyes closed, and I told her how big and stiff my cock was and she looked up and bit her lip. I told her how much cum was boiling away in my big.fat.tight.balls and what a sticky mess I was going to make of myself. I told her what a dirty girl she was and how I may not be able to hold on much longer. How I may not be able to keep my promise not to touch her and that I might just roll her over on her stomach while I slid my cock, now sticky with pre cum, up and down her ass crack. I said I might just grind down hard on her ass while she fingered her own slippery.wet.cunt, and I probably would try to slip my cock in her ass. 
She was moaning now and I told her what a dirty dirty girl she was, with all those slick fingers in her wet soaking pussy. I said I had a good mind to take some photos of her sopping wet pussy and post them on the Internet for others to rate. I said I bet lots of guys would probably love those pics and want to lick it. I said I was pretty sure there were plenty of women too who would love her pussy and want to do the same… 
She came quickly, clasping her pussy with one full hand and thrusting her hips forward, holding it there… until her orgasm subsided. Then she jumped between my legs and started sucking my balls as I continued fisting my cock. My balls were pulled tight and my dick was throbbing. She knew it and...

This is the original post pic - I should be so lucky if Santa sent this down my Chimney!


Saturday, December 9, 2017

#SoSS ~ Apparently I’ve been ‘shadow banned’ on Twitter...


via Instagram

Apparently I’ve been ‘shadow banned’ on Twitter (google it) for cross posting all these Instagram posts. And using banned hashtags like #butt #babe and #sexylingerie
πŸ—½πŸŽ„ 

Friday, December 8, 2017

OPP: Apology

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous (scroll to bottom for more info)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "I'm sorry for the long silence. (Re)Configuring my new life after becoming a PhD has taken too much of my time and mental energy. I'm now leaving for a trip to Central America so my absence will continue through the beginning of January 2014. But I will b"

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

Apology

by Pervertically Virtuous
I'm sorry for the long silence. (Re)Configuring my new life after becoming a PhD has taken too much of my time and mental energy. I'm now leaving for a trip to Central America so my absence will continue through the beginning of January 2014. But I will be back. That's a promise.
Pervertically Virtuous | December 8, 2013 at 4:55 pm | URL: http://wp.me/s3F90k-apology

Photo added by Nero - not in original post
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of P.V.'s. 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.
~ NERO

Thursday, December 7, 2017

@dani_divine for #thirstythursday πŸŽ„


via Instagram

@dani_divine for #thirstythursday πŸŽ„Go to her profile bio to get your hands on her 2018 Calendar, for more great pics like this © πŸ‘€

#latex #rubber #fetish #latexfetish #rubberfetish #fetishmodel #altmodel #babe #halloween 

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

A bit of Hump Day Humor for #WickedWednesday


via Instagram
When I saw the First Daughter’s cute tweet I couldn’t help but think of this novelty wine bottle stopper 
πŸ·πŸ€”πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ 
#mybad #justkidding #humor #humpday #wineoclock #winewednesday

Something I created for Instagram and tweeted last night. Apparently I've been shadow banned on Twitter (meaning I don't turn up in newsfeeds) so if you want to share it on Twitter you'll have to find me via @NeroTweetsHere


This post has also been submitted to Wicked Wednesday 




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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

TMI Tuesday: December 5, 2017 ~ Sexy Specifics

Liz Lemon and Jack Donaghy. from “30 Rock”  (worst photoshop ever!)

Sometimes ya gotta do, what ya gotta do–like play TMI Tuesday!


1. What do you find sexiest in a woman?
~ Her eyes. There nothing sexier than seeing that sparkle in her eyes that lets you know she's into you and (possibly) wants to get it on. Butts are sexy too. I like a big womanly butt.

2. What do you find least sexy in a man?
~ His dick. Horrible things to look at, even harder to swallow. Ugh, why do women do it?

3. Have you ever been the other woman or man? Would you do it again?
~ Funny story: just yesterday someone posted a backstage band pic from the 80s on Facebook and asked "who was the blonde girl?" (let's just say the ol' gang still keep in touch via FB, from different parts of the world). I replied "that was [Jane Doe]" (who dropped out of sight by the end of the 80s). So the lead singer's wife (then GF) chimes in with "Oh yeah - wasn't she going out with Nero K (the keyboard player)?"  I had to bite my tongue because she was actually going out with me, Nero B. We had to keep it on the down low because she was also going out with the drummer of another band, that we were good friends with. 
Would I do it again? No. I had a long term GF cheat on me and I didn't like it. Unless you're in an open relationship then stick with what you've got or break it off and move on.

4. Who puts more into a romantic relationship you or your significant other?
~ I think we've both pretty much given up by now, after 25 years together. I think I put more into our relationship than she does, but then she's become used to having people do for her. She was the Big Boss after all, she had people do her biding all the time. Her friends now tell/remind her of all the things I do for her that other guys don't do, and she laughs when she tells me. "I'd totally forgotten until [X] mentioned it" she says "[X] says you're the best"

5. Do you have a “work wife” or “office husband”?
~ No, and neither does my wife. But she often jokes that she needs 'a wife' so she doesn't have to do so much around the house. That's a dig at me I suppose. We have a cleaner who does six hours a week, which keeps the house in a tidy state. I do all my own laundry but she won't let me do hers (too many 'delicate fabrics'). My wife usually cooks. I don't cook for her because she doesn't think I do it right, but I cook for myself and my daughter when my wife is not home for dinner, which is 3 nights a week.

Bonus: Are you in a healthy relationship? What makes you think so?
~ No. It's unsustainable. My wife sees everything through her own lens. It's 50/50 odds on whether my wife leaves me when our daughter goes to University.

Double Bonus: Is the “work spouse” strictly a U.S. American anomaly (they do spend an insane amount of hours at work)? One study found 32% of Americans admitted to having a work spouse.
~ I have no idea. I guess it's all relative, so it's likely they have them in other countries. It's slightly different in the UK, where they actually shag their work/office partner as well - usually after Friday Night Drinks. Or so I'm told.

Triple Bonus: I misread Q4 and originally answered:
~ I think we've both pretty much given up by now. It's hard to make romantic gestures when your wife is a millionaire who can, would, and will buy something twice as expensive as whatever you've done (be it a dinner, a gift, a night out, a weekend away). Trust me, I've done it all and my wife finds a way to trump it. Some women can't accept compliments, my wife can't accept gestures. If I took her to a hotel for a weekend away she would want to upgrade to the Royal Suite - or switch to the hotel across the street because that one looked nicer on the ride in.

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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, December 4, 2017

Driving Me Crazy

Masturbation Monday prompt: Week 690 by @sub_bee

Last Monday I decided to follow through on my promise to masturbate more (when I was horny) instead of just getting upset because my wife was not having sex with me. It was the middle of the afternoon and my wife was out shopping and then she had a late meeting, so I decided to make the most of the opportunity. I also decided to use the guest bedroom since it had the most sun.

So I stretched out on the bed and read some submissions to the Masturbation Monday meme, and some of the stories were quite hot so ... nature took it's course.

I had literally just climaxed when I hear a key in the lock and my wife opening the front door. Then I hear my daughters voice! It turns out my wife had picked her up from school early and was dropping her home. She was 'sick' (sick of school more likely). For some reason my wife decided to park on the street and use the front door - not the garage like she does 99% of the time.

My brain goes into overdrive (don't call it panic)!

My main concern is that the front door opens up to a stairway. We have two, one that goes to our master bedroom and another that goes up to my daughters room and the guest bedroom. I need to dash out of the guest bedroom, cross the upstairs hallway, past my daughters bedroom and then on to our own bedroom. I have two choices:

1] hide in the guest bedroom and hope I'm not discovered.
2] make the mad dash and hope no-one sees my naked body.

I make the wrong choice - I make the mad dash.

As I do so my wife walks in the door, looks up, and sees me. And calls out to me. I know she can't see my lower body so she can't see I have a rapidly softening erection that I'm holding with one hand so I don't drip on the carpet. Yes, she literally put the key in the lock just as I was ejaculating - that's why I had to think quickly and act fast.

Like I said, I made the wrong call. I should have stayed in the guest bedroom and calmly put my clothes back on and then come out. They would have been in the kitchen by then.

So I have to talk to my wife from the landing, holding my jeans in one hand and my semen covered dick in the other. My wife asks me to drop her in the city for her meeting, saying she'll take an Uber home. (Oh, one of those meetings is it?) My wife does not ask why I'm not wearing a shirt. I tell my wife I'll take her and nonchalantly walk to our bedroom where I hurriedly put my clothes on.

I only have time to wash my hands before we go, so I'm driving my wife into the city with a crotch covered in wet sticky jism. I wonder if she can smell it, but she says nothing. Other than asking me why I was in the guest bedroom. I tell her I was using the toilet because mine is broken (it is) so she says 'okay' and nothing else. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't - quite frankly I didn't care anymore because I was kind of angry.

Not at her, but at the Universe.

Angry because the fates had once again conspired to kill my buzz. Deprive me of my sexual pleasure. Yes I had ejaculated, but the orgasm was over before it started. I can't speak for all men but I personally just want to lie there afterwards and relax - and hopefully fall asleep. Masturbation is a great catalyst for a twenty minute power nap, and I enjoy my power naps.

And yes, I do understand that this is a classic #FirstWorldProblems! I jerked off again later and everything was fine. All the stress drained away.

So... what's your worst masturbation story?


---~o0o~---

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Sunday, December 3, 2017

Karina Akopyan looking amazing on #sinfulsunday 😈




@karinaakopyan_ looking amazing on #sinfulsunday 😈
She creates fantastic performance pieces so find and follow her @karinaakopyan_ πŸ‘€ © 

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Teacher Sex: Lindsey Banta Jarvis

I have a prurient interest in criminal cases involving female teachers and young students. I know these are sex crimes but a double standard does exist IMO. Societally we all know it's wrong for a male teacher to have sex with a younger female student (she was groomed/coerced) but when the genders are reversed there's a part of us that thinks "did the experience really damage him?" or "did she force him to do anything he didn't want to?"

Those are not questions we'd countenance with a female victim. As a male, sure, I would have loved to have been 'seduced' by an older women when I was a horny adolescent - in theory. The reality is that it would most likely have messed with my head ultimately, and probably fucked up my future sex life. 

What I found most fascinating about these cases is that very often the women are quite attractive and presumably quite capable of getting laid if they wanted sex. Underscoring that point is that often times these women are married. So it's not just sex they're after, they want power over these young boys. They want to be the one in control, 'teaching' these young teens, they want to 'deflower' them and 'be their first'. The motive is similar to most adult male predators too.


In this post we profile...


Lindsey Banta Jarvis, a 27-year-old former Fayette County school employee, has been charged with two counts of 3rd-degree rape after Lexington police accused her of having sex with a former student. Similarly, a grand jury in Woodford County also handed down indictments against Jarvis just two days before she was arrested and charged in Lexington. In Woodford County, Jarvis has been charged with one count of rape third degree, one count of sodomy third degree and one count of unlawful transaction with a minor.

The arrest report says the victim told police he had sexual intercourse with Jarvis and the report goes on to say the victim’s cell phone had correspondence that suggested the victim and suspect were in a romantic relationship. Police say the victim was younger than 16-years-old at the time of the incidents. (The victim is the same person in all charges).

Friday, December 1, 2017

A little fantasy for Fetish Friday


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Thursday, November 30, 2017

If you ever wondered what I looked like...



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If you ever wondered what I looked like... well, this guy is wearing my sunglasses! 😎
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Mutual Masturbation for Wicked Wednesday ~ Part 2

This is a continuation of yesterday's Mutual Masturbation for Wicked Wednesday, obviously! I got sidetracked by my reminiscing about some depraved 80's sex acts so we had make it two parts (and by 'we' I mean 'me'). I believe we were up to this part...
I woke early on Sunday morning, a side effect of blue balls, and a few hours later my wife emerged. She was in her yoga pants and heading out for a 9.30am class. That's a crazy time for a class IMO but whatever, and she was back 90 minutes later. I was in our home office and she came in too. In her tight-fitting yoga pants. The lust on my face must have been obvious because she gave me a coffee she'd bought, picked up her iPad, and left.
I continued what I was doing, thinking she was probably having a shower so I'd give her twenty minutes before popping upstairs to say 'Hi'. As in 'Hi, How you doing'?' Thirty minutes later I heard my wife in the kitchen, my timing off because thank you social media. So I sauntered upstairs to find my wife in the kitchen, drinking tea, and reading her iPad. 

Uh huh. We all know what that means. (Click here if you don't) 

So I walked up behind her, kissed her on the back of her neck, and told her as I walked away (and upstairs) "I'm ready for that hand job now. After I've had my shower." What her reaction was I have no idea, because I was gone. 

Ten minutes later I was done, and staring down the stairs to see where she was. She didn't see me but I could tell she was on her way up, since she was putting away her mug and a few other things. That's the difference between men and women. If a guy knew his wife was upstairs ready and waiting he'd think 'the kitchen can wait' and he'd be up those stairs as soon as he heard the shower finish. A woman will look at the kitchen and think 'how can I relax and be 'in the mood' knowing there's all these dirty dishes in the sink? What if someone comes over and I have to rush downstairs in my bathrobe to let them in? They'll see my dirty kitchen and judge me!'

Okay, not all women would think that. Some (probably my wife) would think 'I'm not his little sex slave. He can't order me around. I'll come up when I'm good and ready. In fact I'm gonna clean up this kitchen first, so he can wait.' 

But I digress - let's get to the sex so we don't have to go to a Part 3...

My wife comes up the stairs and I jump into bed, naked. She walks in and over to her side of the bed. "Ready for me are you?" she says, as she starts to remove her yoga gear. "Yes I am" I reply, "but you can leave that stuff on. You look very sexy in that tight fighting outfit". 

And she did. She was wearing very tight form fitting black yoga pants with a matching half cut bratop. (Female readers may be laughing at this point since I clearly don't know what these items are called - but I di dknow she looked damn sexy!) I threw off the covers to show her how sexy I thought she looked - I was fully erect and ready to go!

So my wife got on the bed, skooched over real close, pressed herself against me, and started jacking me off. Her hand and fingers on my cock felt good and I knew it wouldn't be long before I popped, the anticipation had been so great. In order to prolog the experience I suggested she get out the vibrator. "Which one?" she asked. "Anyone you like" I replied. It was only much later that I realized what she meant was did I want the Verge for me or the Lelo for her. I did mean the Lelo, which is what she pulled from the nightstand drawer.

My wife got back on the bed and started to pull her yoga pants down. "No! No!" I interrupted "just run that vibe over the top of your pants. Crank up the speed if you need to, but keep your pants on".   Little did I realize I'd just signed my death warrant a.k.a. goodbye hand job. My wife siddled up next to me as I continued jacking my rock hard dick while I waited for her to get comfortable.  She didn't get comfortable.

Sorry if it's a little graphic, but I couldn't find one with a woman wearing yoga pants.
But this is what the Lelo looks like. It's not my wife, but I could eat that pussy all day!
My promised hand job was over, as my wife got up and moved down the bed. She repositioned herself so that she was lying down between my legs, and then spread herself a little so she could get that vibe right on the spot she wanted it. I'll admit she looked hot, so I carried on stroking my cock. My wife was lying on her back, propped up on one small pillow, and really getting into it. Her eyes were closed and she ran that vibe over her mound, on her clit, before settling on trying to push it into her cleft - which obviously she couldn't do because of the yoga pants.

I think she was really enjoying that part (the restriction) because she pulled up her top and started squeezing her breasts with her free hand as she plowed her cunt with the vibe. I was up on my knees at this point, pressed right up between her thighs, and she alternated between running the vibe on herself and then on me. Me being my cock and balls. The sensations felt great and I was ready to spray a fountain of cum all over her.

My wife got greedy at that point (I'm joking!) and returned the vibe to herself and left it there. I could tell that she too was on her way to a thunderous orgasm, and had possibly had a small one already. I took that as my cue to back off a little so I sat back down and pumped my dick and enjoyed the sight before me. My wife took that (me moving back a little) as her cue to remove her yoga pants so she could get unrestrained access to her sopping wet cunt. 

She lifted her legs in the air and I gave her a hand pulling them down and over her butt (you know how tight these things can be). I got them off her hips and down to her upper thighs but then I stopped. She tried to pull them down further (and off, presumably) but I said "No, leave them there". She did. Her legs were were in the air but kind of bound together, because although the lycra is quite stretchy it can also be quite strong when bunched around your thighs. 

She was now able to get that vibe directly on her clit (which is what she wanted) and I was able to get a great view of her pussy and ass. My wife then started pushing the tip of the vibe into her pussy, but at an angle that had the clit-stimulator (don't laugh, I don't know what that bit is called) pressed hard against her clit. I knew she was enjoying herself because she was moaning and her rosebud was starting to wink.

Which naturally gave me an idea.

Anal.

My wife never asks for this and it's a very very rare thing we do, and we've run the gamut of mistakes. We do it when we're drunk, we do it without lube, we do it without preparation. Each time we do it (albeit few and far between) we've got one less thing wrong, but I've realized it's all about 'baby steps'. The last time we did it (Kinky Sex in a Hotel Room) was great for me but slightly flawed for her. This time I was determined to get it right, so...

I told her I had an idea of something I wanted to try. When she said "What?" I said "I want to cum in your ass". She followed with "Really?" and I replied "Yeah, but I won't fuck you in the ass, I'll just jerk off until I'm ready to cum - but when I do I wanna cum inside your asshole". My wife didn't seem ultra-enthusiastic but gave me the okay. "Okay, sure" she said. I think she was just annoyed that I was talking too much while she was so close to what we could all see was going to be a very big orgasm for her.

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted some on her pussy and asshole. She flinched briefly because it was cold, but soon had that vibe back inside and working both her cunt and clit. I dabbed a little more on my finger and then slowly pushed it into her ass. It slid in without resistance. I held it there briefly before working my finger in and out. She felt soft and loose and squishy down there so I inserted a second finger. This was slightly tighter fit but it wasn't long before I was slowly sawing in and out of her. 

I got up on my knees and moved in close. I was now looking down on her and she was a sight to behold. I also couldn't see my fingers going in and out of her ass because it was masked by the yoga pants wrapped around her thighs. I had twisted my hand around by now, and I was now making the 'come hither' curling motion with my fingertips. This apparently is what one must do inside the pussy if you want to stimulate the G-spot (preferably to orgasm) but I was doing it in her ass so I don't know what it was doing for her.

Because she never really tells me if something is good or bad.  Unless it's really bad.

But I could feel the vibe bump against my fingers as she worked it in and out of pussy and she was moaning loudly by this stage. I kept up a steady rhythm with my fingers and they moved in and out quite easily. So easily that I did wonder if I was in the right hole - honestly, she felt so wet and squishy down there I did seriously wonder if I was fingering her pussy instead of her ass. 

Just as I was thinking 'this would be a good time to replace these fingers with my cock, because I think she's ready for anal now' I was rewarded with the sensation of having my fingers squeezed repeatedly as her pussy and asshole contracted and spasmed several times. Whether she came or not I don't know, because she never says, but she did gently try to push my hand away at that point.

I removed my fingers and resumed jacking my cock. My wife was still vibing herself, with her eyes closed and her teeth gritted, so I could see was chasing another orgasm. She looked very hot and quite wanton with her bra pulled above her boobs and her legs slightly splayed as she continued with pushing that Lelo in and out of her wet cunt. I continued to fist my dick and I could feel the cum boiling over in my balls.

"Here I come, I'm cumming" I warned her "I'm gonna cum"

With that I pressed forward and aimed the purple head of my cock at her brown starfish. And came!

That's right, my timing was so off I didn't even have time to push myself inside her - I was ejaculating already. All I managed was a big cream pie splattered all over her asshole. It was a great orgasm for me, tinged only with the regret that I couldn't get my dick in her ass so she could feel what good anal sex is supposed to be like.

Oh well, maybe next time...

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Mutual Masturbation for Wicked Wednesday

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Last Wednesday night I actually got laid, which was fantastic given the long drought that preceded it. You can read about it in last Friday's post (second half). As I mentioned in that post the reason we had sex was because I was a little more assertive. I figured the reason we hadn't had sex for so long was that I was too accepting of her postponements - she was always saying 'No' but promising tomorrow night would be a better time. Tomorrow never came of course.

So last Wednesday I gave her a little nudge, and once she got started she enjoyed herself immensely.

So last Sunday I had to give her a little nudge again. It went down like this...

It wasn't quite like this. Yes, there were sex toys. Yes, there was mutual masturbation. But... well... read on!
Having had my fun last Wednesday I was looking forward to what the weekend would bring. Our 'scheduled sex' agreement agreed would strive to have sex on Wednesday's and again on the weekend (Friday or Saturday, depending the mood/opportunity). Like most political agreements it's a 'goal' rather than something 'set in stone' but since we'd had sex on Wednesday it followed that we would have sex on the weekend too.

That's male logic for you!

Of course we didn't have sex on the weekend. Friday night was the perfect opportunity but... we didn't. Saturday night was the perfect opportunity but... we couldn't.

My wife said she couldn't because she didn't feel well. She clutched her tummy and said it must have been something she ate, and did I have it too? We ate the same food, and I'm the one who always gets food poisoning if there's any to be had... but... no, I didn't have it. It seemed a little like 'the dog ate my homework' to me but my wife must have read my mind: she let out a big fart to prove she was unwell.

My wife never does that in my presence so I had to accept something was wrong. Possibly.

I thought I'd lighten the mood by making a joke. "I guess sex is out of the question then?" I said, to which she joked back "I can still use my hands!" She then made a hand gesture that she thought mimicked a hand job but since she was doing it with both hands it looked more like she was milking a cow. Which perhaps was her point? Anyway, I did not expect any sex that night ("I'm not an animal!") so my wife did not disappoint in that regard.

I woke early on Sunday morning, a side effect of blue balls, and a few hours later my wife emerged. She was in her yoga pants and heading out for a 9.30am class. That's a crazy time for a class IMO but whatever, and she was back 90 minutes later. I was in our home office and she came in too. In her tight-fitting yoga pants. The lust on my face must have been obvious because she gave me a coffee she'd bought, picked up her iPad, and left.

Back in the 80s when Jazzercize and Aerobics were a thing my wife (my GF back then) would come home from the gym in her tight spandex outfits and I would jump on her. She would say "No, I'm sweaty, I need a shower!" and I would tell her it didn't matter, I couldn't wait, and besides - she smelt/felt great this way. It was the pheromones.

I really did enjoy taking her like that - her body was deliciously cold and clammy - and she enjoyed it too. It became a thing. Often times she wouldn't even get her gym gear off. I wouldn't allow it. I'd just  push up her spandex bratop and ravage her tits with my mouth (her nipples were always rock hard) and push my hand between her legs and rub her clit through the tight material. She used to masturbate on her front like that back then, and loved it. When she was 'ready' I would release her, sit up, and then pull her tight spandex gym shorts down to just below her buttcheeks.

Then I would squeeze my cock into her tight wet hole and fuck her like crazy. Her legs were pressed together so I would have to pound into her from above. She loved it. She was always wet AF and would squirm and wriggle, all the while 'bound' by her spandex shorts. Yes, it was a bondage of sorts.  Sometimes, when she had her period, I would just rub my naked self up and down her spandexed ass crack while she lay down with her hand pressed underneath her. She would masturbate from below, over her shorts/unitard, and I would do the same but from above. When I was ready I would release a torrent of cum all over her spandex arse.

Unfortunately gym fashions changed and the day came when the spandex had to go. And with it our little version of kinky sex disappeared as well...

Oops! I see I have digressed and we're out of time. Come back tomorrow for  SeePart 2. No spoilers but let's just say those Yoga Pants make an appearance, as does the vibrator, the lube, and some anal play.  ..

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

TMI Tuesday: November 28, 2017 ~ Spice it up!




Getting frisky and bold are you? Prove it, play TMI Tuesday - Spice it up! 

1. Why should you have sex on a first date?
~ Because I said so, so get on your knees bitch!
Oh, your serious? You should only have sex on a first date if you want to. Don't let anyone force you. A good reason to have it on the first date is that you can find out quickly if you two are sexually compatible. It's also a way to switch gears if the date is only so-so. Dates can sometimes go off the rails so sometimes a quick makeup session/sex can get it back on track*. 

2. Why do you dislike giving oral sex?
~ I don't, I love it. Click on the tags 'oral' and 'cunnilingus' [on the right --->] to see just how much I like it. It started with the girl I lost my virginity to and went from there. Actually, as I type this I'm remembering it started before then - with the girl who first gave me a blow job.

3. Tongue or no tongue? Explain.
~ Kissing? Not so much. It just seems so adolescent. My wife isn't a fan either. Or maybe I'm just a clumsy kisser?

4. Would you have a Sugar Daddy or Sugar Mama?
~ Ha! Regular readers will know I already have a Sugar Mama. My wife sold her company for millions a few years back so I want for nothing. (Except more frequent sex!) 

5. What’s a sure sign that you need to get laid?
~ After about two weeks without sex I start climbing the walls. My brain collapses and I become focussed on all things sexual. Check out my recent post What happens when I don't get enough sex?
UPDATE: Ash's answer to the question has reminded me of another sign. Ash get's moody, and so do I. And then I get grumpy. Which just gets my wife so hot she can't hep herself and has to fuck me right there on the kitchen counter.
Oh wait, it's the opposite of that. I get grumpy because I'm not getting any, which just makes me even less sexually attractive to my wife. It becomes a vicious cycle.

Bonus: Right this very second, which do you prefer – to make love or fuck like a wild animal?
~ I definitely prefer to fuck like an animal. I think my wife prefers it that way too. Making love requires romance but when we're romantic we aren't horny. Not that we're kinky, but 'making love' implies 'vanilla'.

Double Bonus: I got laid last Wednesday, you can read about it here: Thanksgiving Sex. I also had a mutual masturbation session with my wife last Sunday, which you can hopefully read about tomorrow. It started well then veered into analplay...
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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, November 27, 2017

A Walk In The Woods

This fictional post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday.
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It truly was a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment.

I was walking through the woods, part of my usual Sunday morning exercise routine, when something to the side caught my eye. Something unusual, something that shouldn't have been there. Something that didn't... fit.

I stopped walking and stepped back a few paces to cast my eye through a gap in the trees. I could see it properly now, in a very small clearing about forty feet to my right. It was a woman, hugging a tree. I've never seen an actual tree hugger before but there she was, standing right up against the tree with her arms outstretched. Holding the tree.

It was the oddest thing I'd seen in a long time.

As I looked more closely I observed that she wasn't so much hugging the tree as 'assuming the position'. Which just raised more questions. What the fuck was she doing - and who for? Was there someone else with her? My eyes darted left and right as I scanned the forest to see who else was around. There didn't seem to be anyone anywhere - just her, lying prone against a tree.

My curiosity was piqued and I found myself moving closer towards her. Stepping carefully to avoid making a noise I came to an abrupt halt about thirty feet away. She was naked!

Well, not fully nude - just naked from the waist down. She was wearing a fitted black t-shirt and black boots but what I had assumed were skin-tight leggings were in fact her actual legs. They were long and tan reached all the way up to what I assessed to be a very nice ass. The left and right sides of my brain argued amongst themselves: yes that's a great butt but why is she dressed like that? Un-dressed like that? Who or what is she waiting for?

Nervous now, I once again scanned my surroundings. There was no-one anywhere. Just a statuesque babe hugging a tree. My chest was beating hard as my body went into fight or flight mode. Women just don't appear half naked in a wood, waving their arse at you - that simply doesn't happen. There had to be a catch - it must be a trick! I scanned the woods again, looking for cameras this time - was I being punk'd? Again, I could see nothing out of the ordinary.

Nothing out of the ordinary other than a beautiful woman standing semi naked in a clearing, of course.

I was about twenty feet away from her now, moving silently closer with each footstep. Her face (the side I could see) was natural yet slightly quirky looking - but she had the body of a goddess. Long wavy blond hair; soft brown eyes; a rose bud mouth; long luscious legs; slim hips; and fulsome breasts that were squeezed beautifully inside that tight black tee.

My dick was hard.

My dick was hard and my brain was in chaos - you can't just creep up on a naked woman in the woods! I should let her know I'm there. I should cough, or... something? What if that freaks her out? What if she screams and someone else comes and calls the police and then I'm the creepy pervert in the woods spying on nudists?

What, suddenly I'm the bad guy?

Yeah, I am a bad guy.

I'm a bad guy because my dick is hard. My dick is hard because I'm staring at a ripe and juicy piece of ass and I don't fucking care. She's no nudist, if she was she'd have all her clothes off - not just her pants. So who the fuck was she and why was she standing there like that? Her arms were resting on the tree now and

{crack!}

I was about fifteen feet away when I stood on a fallen branch that broke loudly beneath my feet. Dammit! That delicious butt had me so mesmerized I'd forgotten to watch where I was walking. She'd heard the sound, I knew it, and her head slowly started to turn in my direction.

"Don't turn around!" I barked, surprising even myself. "Keep your eyes face forward!"

Her head stopped turning but her eyes swiveled down to the forest floor as she tried and failed to find me in her peripheral vision. She paused momentarily while her mind made it's decision, before swiveling her head back again to face the tree. As she did so she stood taller - more upright - and straightened her neck. She may be complying with my commands but she was not cowed.

This was my chance to run, my opportunity to bolt. With the amount of adrenalin pumping through my body right now I'd be so far gone she'd have no hope of identifying me.

But I didn't run.

I didn't run, I moved closer. She was like a magnet, drawing me in, and now I was standing right behind her - inches away from that firm round ass that had beckoned me close. My cock was so hard right now, and I didn't know why. I didn't know why I was still here. My brain was saying GTFO.

Get.the.fuck.out.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked, "what's a pretty woman like yourself doing standing half naked in the woods? Who are you waiting for?"

She didn't answer. She just stared ahead and said nothing.

I stepped up even closer behind her, and leaned in. There was no space between us and she must have felt my stiff prick pressed against her ass as it strained to break free of my jeans. She could certainly feel my breath on the back of her neck. I didn't know what had come over me, I was possessed. She was a witch and I was under her spell. This was Kiss of the Spiderwoman and I was caught in her web.

"What do you want?" I hissed into her ear menacingly. "What are you waiting for?"

My questions made no sense. Who was I to question her like this, demanding she explain herself? She was just a woman in the woods being at one with nature, I was the interloper. I should be the one apologizing for interrupting her private moment and

She gasped.

It wasn't a loud gasp - it was almost imperceptible - but she gasped. It wasn't a loud gasp, but I heard it. It was the sound of someone who had been holding their breath too long and then finally exhaled, but tried to do it quietly. She hadn't exhaled - her breath had escaped and she'd tried to stop it. Her mouth didn't move but I heard it.  It was a silent exhale. It was ... anticipation.

Anticipation for what?

My brain was in meltdown. So many thoughts at once and yet nothing made sense. My chest was pounding, my cock was throbbing, I had a naked woman in front of me and... I didn't know what to do. This was nothing like those letters in porno magazines I'd wanked to in my youth. Letters that always began with 'I know you won't believe this, but it's true...'

This was exactly like those letters. They were stories I'd masturbated to - in my youthful fantasies I always imagined what I'd do if I was ever stuck in an elevator with a woman who looked at me and said "it's so hot in here, we're gonna be stuck here for hours until they get us out..." Always imagining what I'd do if I discovered a woman half naked in a forest...

Except in those stories someone always knew what to do. The woman always seduced the man, or the man seduced her. Either way, primal lust took over and they always started fucking.

Fucking?

Was that what I was going to do? Was that what I wanted to do?

Oh yes, I wanted to fuck her alright. My dick was like concrete now, I wanted her so bad, but would I do it? How do you fuck someone who hasn't said one word to you. A woman who hasn't said one word to you since you discovered her in a clearing, half naked.

Oh, I knew how I'd fuck her alright. I knew that. I'd grab her arse and squeeze it roughly, my hand gripping that buttflesh as my other arm snaked around her body to grab one of her boobs from the front. I'd be squeezing them both, in tandem, as I brought my mouth down and ravaged her neck. My big hands would be all over that curvy body.

I'd be kissing and nuzzling her neck as both my hands toyed with her bountiful breasts. My fingers circling and teasing her hard nipples. Her body feeling so warm and soft as I pressed against her. Pulling her back into my strong embrace one of my hands would work it's way down her body, seeking and finding the treasure below. My fingers would probe her cleft, finding her wet and shaved. Using her own slick sweetness I'd run my finger up and down her slit, circling her clit, making it even harder.

She would be writhing now, pressing back against me, moaning as she felt my fingers work their magic on her slippery cunt. Her bare skin feeling so good in my hand as I clasp her pussy while I try to free my belt with my other hand. Dropping my pants to free my massive erection I

"You can't fuck me" she whispered, snapping me out of my lurid fantasy.

"What?" I stammered, confused. Was she a mind reader? Did she know my thoughts? Witches aren't real, I knew that, but now I was uncertain.

"You're not allowed to fuck me" she said in a low voice. It was an instruction, like the rules to whatever game she was playing in her head. Whatever game she was playing in my head.

"What can I do then?" I replied. I hadn't moved an inch, I was still pressed up behind her.

"Anything you like - you just can't fuck me" she purred "He wouldn't like that"

She underscored the latter by simultaneously arching her back and pushing her butt out, which bumped me back a few feet. My mind was racing as I gazed at this teasing treat before me. Who the fuck was He? Was he nearby? Was he on his way? Was he watching us now?

"Anything you like" she repeated, as she gave her ass a little wiggle.

I don't understand what happened next. I know what happened next but I don't know how it happened. I've never done this before, honest. Not ever. I don't know where it came from. Rage perhaps? I'd felt tricked. Cheated. All I'd done was go for a walk in the woods and now this temptress was shaking her ass at me but telling me I couldn't fuck her? I was suddenly enraged. The raw rage of a petulant manchild who can't understand why their toy has been taken away, knowing only that it's not fair!

I drew my arm back, all the way behind me, and then dropped it down quickly. My hand fell like a pendulum, swinging through, forward, and then hitting her butt with all the force I could muster.

Thwack!

The sound reverberated through the clearing. If He actually existed then he would have heard it for sure.

My open hand had caught her squarely on her right cheek and it made the most glorious sound imaginable. It stung me a little but most of the impact was on her. Time stood still as I saw my hand smack her ass and then watched as her whole rounded arse jiggled in slow motion. It was like a meteor hitting the earth, except instead of a dust cloud I saw a red flush spread across her rippling cheek.

It was an amazing, thrilling visual - matched only by the marvelous soundtrack that accompanied it. The loud resonant smack! that comes when skin meets skin in a short sharp slap. The sound of flesh punishing flesh. I'd never done this before but it was exhilarating. My anger vanished in an instant and suddenly I was calm again. In control. This woman had been playing mind games with me but now I'd shown her who was boss.

I looked up to see her reaction. I wanted to see her shocked face, I wanted her to cry out and tell me what.the.fuck!?

Instead I got the opposite.

Her back was arched, her head thrown back, and she was biting her lip.

"Yesssssss!" she hissed, "that's it. Spank me. Slap my arse! Punish me like the undeserving wretch I am."

I had no time to figure out what that meant. She'd turned to give me a look that made my cock twitch in my pants, and that was that. The flood gates were open now, I was electrified.

My movements were measured, but there was no pausing. I drew my arm back and struck her again.

Thwack!

Every time I smacked her she would arch her back, just a little. She didn't seem to be flinching, it just seemed to be a physical reaction to the strength of my blows. If He was watching I hope he was enjoying himself, because I was planning to give him quite a show.  I'd spank her so good she'd be begging me to fuck her by the time I was finished...

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Sinful Sunday: Why Should We call Ourselves Sinners?


May More has written a great little piece of erotic fiction (or so she insists) about a young woman with lustful desires for a young priest, called Why Should We call Ourselves Sinners? No spoilers but {ahem} desires are acted upon... you can find her story here.

In keeping with that theme (loosely) I dug out the above image from my archives. Of images I found on the internet!


Saturday, November 25, 2017

Replay: No-vember finished early ~ I got laid.

This image has been inserted here so Facebook don't publish the one below - but it's also a reminder that Xmas is a month away!
Today's post is an excerpt from one originally posted on Nov 18, 2013. You can read the full story here.
After four weeks my wife couldn't take it anymore and jumped my bones boner on Saturday night. We were getting changed to go out and after she was finished with her post-shower routine (but before she put on her clothes) she pulled me over to the bed and made me eat her out. 
After she came she tried to straddle me but I protested and demanded my own oral pleasure, which she duly performed. She gives great head (even though I never cum that way) and when she felt me getting close she climbed up and straddled me, as she'd tried to earlier. 
She rode me cowgirl style for a while, grinding herself deep down onto my cock, as I held her hips firmly. She squeezed her breasts and then her clit but didn't cum, instead jumping off me and assuming the doggy position. With her head down and her ass up I again grabbed her hips and started thrusting, hard. As I pummelled her doggy style she reached back and held her cheeks open for me so I could get in deeper. I was enjoying myself immensely and debating what to do with the beautiful round butt in front of me.  
Let's be honest, I was staring at her asshole, and thinking dirty thoughts...
This is the image from the original post

Friday, November 24, 2017

Thanksgiving Sex

Okay, it wasn't really Thanksgiving Sex - it was the night before - but I was definitely Giving Thanks afterwards! It went down like this...

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On Monday I posted Today is Masturbation Monday  which was essentially me bleating about being rebuffed sexually by my wife for three weeks and deciding I would just jerk off instead because today was Masturbation Monday. And I did. In the post I mentioned that by finally 'giving in' I was giving up on waiting for my wife.  I also mentioned that based on past experience the odds were 50/50 that my wife would want me sexually after I'd masturbated.

I don't know why that is - maybe masturbation washes away the scent of Desperate Man? Anyway,  I was 'safe' since my wife did not come home from her evening function feeling horny - so no sex ensued.

On Wednesday I posted the original (and much longer) version of Monday's post, titled Happy Monday! (The Monday Blues). It was more of a diary note/journal entry for me but if you read it you would have learned of all the opportunities for sex that were missed last week. I shared it as an example of what has been going on pretty much all month. We have a good time as a couple and yet none of it inspires any libidinous feelings in my wife.

I didn't go into great detail on how I tried to inspire/seduce my wife, but I did mention the party on Saturday night. It had a Playboy theme and so I picked out a sexy outfit my wife could wear, since she claimed she had nothing to wear and didn't want to go.  And if she wore the blonde wig she loves wearing then she could pretend she was Pamela Anderson (hence todays pic).

For my part I was trying to spark something inside her. I wanted her to know that I thought she was sexy and by wearing the clothes and boots I'd picked out I knew she'd be a knockout. Remember these were all items she'd bought herself, for herself, and she'd worn the combination at a party a year before and totally rocked that party. She killed it.

But on Saturday she initially tried to find something else to wear, before settling on what I'd picked out because we'd run out of time and had to get to the party. I suspect the reluctance on her part was partly due to the fact that I had picked it out and suggested she wear it. My wife is an Alpha female and doesn't like to be told what to do or what to wear. Which confuses me because some of the erotica she reads is all about women who submit to dominant men.

Maybe she doesn't see me as the man to tame her? Anyway, no sex ensued. I finished Wednesday's post (drafted on Tuesday) with the prophetic words:

[This post] could have been even longer but I cut out all the descriptions of efforts I made to be nice, charming, and seductive with my wife. Honestly, I don't just say "c'mon, we haven't had sex in ages, let's do it now". Not anymore. There have been occasions in the past where my frustration has led me to do something close to that, and the results have sometimes been surprisingly good (hot/quick/dirty/angry sex!!) but it's 50/50 whether that approach actually works - and when it doesn't I really feel like shit - so I just don't bother now. 

I really can't fathom where her libido went, she doesn't even read Literotica any more, preferring instead the tamer Kindle titles (still lots of sex but not on every page, maybe just once a chapter). At least when I knew she was reading her dirty stories on Literotica.com I could surmise she was more amenable to sex than at other times. 'Up for it' I think the Brits call it.
Those days are gone. Long gone.

Well of course as fate would have it the day I posted that was the day my wife left her iPad open and I was able to see her browser history. It turns out she had just resumed reading Literotica.com on Sunday, which really rubbed salt in the wounds. Whereas in the past this had led to sex, now she just wanted to read and find her own pleasure. Ugh, we've come to that?

So late on Wednesday I drafted My wife is back on the Crack, for publishing on Thursday. It lists all the stories she read on Sunday and Monday, and showed what type of genres she's into. They're clearly genres I can't be involved in, and I wonder if that's part of the attraction.

Anyway, my wife came home from a function at about 11pm. She shared some drunken gossip with me and then toddled up to bed. At about 11.30pm I joined her in the bedroom. She was lying down and just about to turn off the light and snuggle down to sleep. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, and then moved around to her neck, kissing and nibbling at it, and whispering in her ear. She squirmed with delight so I sent a hand 'downtown'.

I squeezed her vulva, and she pushed back, so I ducked my head down to try and get between her legs. She didn't make it easy but I persisted. As I said in the above quote sometimes I have to 'force' her to respond and when I do the results can be electric. Was tonight one of those times? To answer my question she again protested and said she had to be up early in the morning for another meeting. She said she was tired from all those functions she'd been attending and needed to go to sleep.

I didn't listen to her.

I decided I'd listened to her enough already and that was why we hadn't been having sex for three weeks. If I'm being honest I'll admit seeing her browsing history had pissed me off immensely. I know she gets horny when she reads those stories so I felt cheated. It occurred to me that I had given up too easily previously, and drafting Thursdays post two hours earlier had reminded me of what can happen if I push things a little further. I was fired up so I pushed things a little further - namely my finger pushing into her pussy. She was wet and slick.

I was already kneeling on the floor beside the bed so I just buried my face between her legs and started licking her cunt. My wife resisted a little before giving up and grabbing my head and pushing me in deeper. Cunnilingus sideways is no easy feat but my wife was squirming and grinding up on me so I guess my tongue was doing it's job. Or maybe not.

My wife told me to stop and pushed me away.

She repositioned herself on the bed so her body was perpendicular to the edge I was standing beside. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her knees wide. "Okay" she said, looking up at me "carry on!"  I ate her out with gusto and she seemed to be cumming, which snapped me out of the lusty spell she had me under. I stood up, opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out the Verge (a vibrating cock ring by We-vibe). I grabbed the lube and squirted a few cold drops onto her labia with one hand as I threaded my cock through the hole in the Verge with my other hand.

I stepped up on the plinth our bed sits on and then dropped down into her welcoming cunt. She was wet and tight and more than ready for me. I started pumping in and out of her from above and she lifted my t-shirt so she could watch my stiff cock slide in and out of her. I did this for a while before varying things by dropping down for some skin to skin contact. Propping myself up on my forearms I continued pumping in and out of her, swiveling my hips so that my ass was bouncing up and down.

The Verge buzzed between us, it's vibrations sending waves of pleasure through both of us. My wife was moaning and groaning the whole way through, gripping my hips and trying to pull me in deeper. "Cum in me" she cried out, "oh god, cum in me, I want to feel you cum!"

"I'm close" I replied "really close..."

"Oh god, yes, do it" she urged "fill me up, do it, cum inside me"

And so I did.

It was a long and intense orgasm for me, and I suspect it was the same for her.  With the Verge still vibrating between us I held my cock inside her, my erection not waning. I stayed there for the longest time and she made no effort to move me - until the cum started leaking and trickling down her ass. As we pulled apart and reached franticly for the tissues I asked her if it had felt good, and whether I had been grinding too hard on her. I was worried the Verge cock ring might have been too hard pressing against her clit/pubic bone.

She blushed spontaneously and a wide grin spread across her face.

"No, it was good" she beamed.

Her eyes looked away and her voice dropped to a whisper: "Perfect, in fact"