Tuesday, October 31, 2017

TMI Tuesday: October 31, 2017 ~ Let’s do this!


Daryl and Jenna smiled when they saw Nero's profile on Craig's List. They both knew he would be the perfect guy to fulfill
their threesome fantasy - Jenna couldn't wait to be pounded by Nero until she screamed and Daryl couldn't wait to watch him do it.

1. What do you think about when you’re alone in your car?
~ probably whatever has been discussed on the Talk Radio station I'm listening to at the time. There are two I listen to in particular, that I flip between. This is how I consider myself informed on what the general populace is thinking

2. What advice do you have for your previous lover?
~ Live your life for yourself and don't try to be something that you're not - especially if you're doing it to please your partner. It's unsustainable.

3. What inspires you?
~ I guess I am 'uninspired' since I don't do the 'inspirational thing'. I don't have motivational or aspirational art on the walls. I don't have any inspirational mantras that I repeat to myself in the morning as I start each new day, and I certainly don't post quotes on Facebook or Instagram. 
But when I hear a story about someone (famous or not) who has done something good I think to myself "that's great, good on them, I hope I can do something similar one day"

4. If you were to get rid of one person in your life, who would it be and why?
~ I can't think of anyone at all that I dislike that much and want 'out of my life'. I did recently defriend someone on Facebook, which is a first for me. It was during my European vacation and as I posted photos of my travels they started commenting on each image about how much carbon I'd used to get there and asked if was I doing anything to mitigate my planet killing footprint. They weren't trolling, they were serious, but after the fourth comment I just thought "f#Γ§k it, I don't actually know you in real life, I don't need this shit" so I 'got rid of them.'

5. How do you cope when your level of sexual desire doesn’t match your partners?
~ Ha! I've blogged on this a few times. It took me a while but I finally realized there isn't anything I can really do to make my wife want more sex with me. All I can do is try and read her moods better and 'strike' when she is 'ready'. It also means I now have to masturbate more, which also poses problems because I have to try and forecast when she might be amenable to sex and then jerk off well before then. If I time it wrong I jerk off and then she wants sex that night or the next day, meaning I'm not at the top of my game (remember, we're both over fifty). And if I'm not at the top of my game my wife is less amenable to sex next time - it's a vicious circle!

Bonus: Are you single, why? Are you married, why?
~ I am married. Because we had been together seven years so I decided to propose. She said yes. And we got married seven years after that. And then seven years after that we had a daughter. And seven years after that our daughter was seven. Seven years from now our daughter will be long gone from the house, and I have no idea if I will still be married by then. My wife could well be the type who deals with 'empty nest syndrome' by ditching her husband and starting a whole new life for herself. She has the money for it.

Double Bonus: did you miss Saturday Sex or FetishFriday or ... my Halloween costume? Also, if you click the tag 'Halloween' at the bottom of today's post you will see a whole bunch of Halloween posts from previous years.

Triple Bonus: I was going to use the image on the left (below) as an 'inspirational' illustration for today's TMI post but I couldn't get it on Instagram (the dimensions were wrong) without adding the image on the right. Which then added an unintended double entendre to the caption on the left. So... Oops!

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If you found this inspirational please send me #nudes πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜¬

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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, October 30, 2017

Saturday Sex


After last weekend's failure I had to see if I had erectile dysfunction so on Saturday morning I made my move. Well, it was midday by the time I made my move since I'd only woken up at about 11.30am. And the reason I woke up at 11.30am was because I'd only gone to bed at 7am. And the reason I went to bed at 7am was because I was binge watching Netflix. For the life of me I can't even remember what show I watched, but it must have been good for me to watch the whole season.

So I slept in the movie room and then at 11.30am I lumbered upstairs to find my wife in bed, on her iPad. I didn't know it then but she had been binge reading her dirty stories, which is what made her so receptive to my advances. After only four and a half hours sleep my brain wasn't functioning very well, and like a neanderthal I decided now would be a good time to have sex with my wife. And when she didn't object I assumed it was because I was the World's Best Lover, not that she was hot and bothered by whatever hunk was banging his personal assistant in his personal sex dungeon in her story.

No, it wasn't 50 Shades... - but have you noticed how many dirty stories/novels follow the same basic narrative as that best seller?

Anyway, she giggled and struggled a bit but I knew she was just pretending because she'd closed her iPad and put it to one side. If she really doesn't want to fuck she holds it as a shield to fend me off. So I prised her legs apart and buried my head between her thighs and ate her out. She writhed and moaned, and when I reached up blindly to grab her breasts I could feel her nipples were rock hard.

It wasn't long before she was clutching my head and saying "yes yes, just there..." and then "gahhhh" when she came.

I released her from my grip and she released me from her thighs, but she didn't move beyond that. She gave me a "what are you gonna do now?" look as I extricated myself and reached for the nightstand. Pulling out the Verge (pictured here) I switched it on, amped it up a notch or two, and then placed the triangle part over my wife's vulva. I pressed it against her with one hand and grabbed her free hand with my other hand and placed it on my mine. She took the hint and took over control of the device.

Then I stood up and reached back into the nightstand for the lube.

I greased up my cock as my wife gripped the ring of the Verge and pushed the pointy end into her pussy. My wife has always favored the flat tongue when I eat her out so the Verge is perfect for her. It's curved triangular shape is like a giant flattened tongue - a giant flattened tongue with a multitude of power settings! My wife was clearly enjoying it (the vibrating Verge) as I grabbed her body and manhandled her sideways across the bed, so I could enter her missionary style. Moving her was probably redundant but it was symbolic - I was letting her know it was my turn now.

So I pushed myself in slowly, and I kept going until I was fully inside her. She was tight and wet and she moaned as I entered her. And moaned as I pulled out again, just as slowly. And then I plunged back in once more. I could feel the vibe against my pubic bone as I buried myself to the hilt and the sensations were nice. Very nice. I slowly increased the pace of my thrusts while my wife was moaning constantly. The feel of the vibe enveloping and surrounding her clit as my cock sliced in and out of her pussy was too much for her and she started grunting and panting.

I remained quite measured, and continued with strong steady strokes at a fast but steady pace - enjoying every inch of her warm wet pussy as I fucked her. She enjoyed it too and clutched my hips as I pumped in and out of her. She bent her head down to watch my fat cock as it pistoned back and forth inside her cunt. For some unexplainable reason I reached out with one hand and placed it over her neck and throat and pseudo choked her. I wasn't actually squeezing her hard enough to stop her breathing but again the symbolism was clear - she was under my control.

My thrusting increased in speed and soon I was pounding her hard. My wife responded by telling me "oh oh oh oh oh" and "I'm gonna cum" - the latter being new for her since she hardly ever articulates it. I told her I was going to cum too, which made her gasp "yes yes yes yes" and then she did. And then I did. I came long and hard and flooded her pussy with a weeks worth of jism. She collapsed back on the mattress, her whole body flopping down like a dead weight. Her arms were outstretched and in one hand she still gripped the Verge, holding it by the ring.

It was still buzzing.

I hadn't used it at all, although I had enjoyed it's sensations as I fucked my wife, who had used it to great effect on herself as I pounded her. I think it's a keeper, and for her I suspect it's becoming her new favorite vibe. I'll probably wear it again myself next time (as a vibrating cock ring) just so she knows who's toy it really is!


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Sunday, October 29, 2017

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Teacher Sex: Carrie Witt

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...

Carrie Witt, a 44-year-old Alabama high school teacher who was accused of having sex with two students, has had her charges dropped after a judge ruled it as unconstitutional. Witt had been charged in March 2016 with having sex with the students aged between 16 and 19 years old while teaching at Decatur High School in Decatur, Alabama.

Morgan County Circuit Judge Glenn Thompson dismissed both charges without prejudice on constitutional grounds, saying that the court found the statute “unconstitutional.” Furthermore, Thompson said that there was no proof Witt used her position of authority to force the two students to have sex. According to the judge, the state of Alabama allows students to legally have sex at age 16, as long as someone doesn’t use their position of authority to obtain consent.

The judge found that while there may be a gap in power between teacher and student, it “clearly does not exist between every school employee and every student regardless of where that student is enrolled.” The court held that prosecutors must prove a school employee “was actually in a position of authority over the victim/student and that the position of authority was abused to obtain consent.”

The court noted that the State has an abiding interest in protecting people from being preyed on by someone in authority over them, such as teachers, wardens, clergy members and psychologists. But, the court found, the law goes too far in denying any possibility of consent.

“The statute at hand embeds an irrebuttable presumption that any sexual encounter between an employee of any school and any student (without qualification as to class, school, or school system) is conclusively the result of misuse of authority,” the judge said.

Friday, October 27, 2017

#FetishFriday or my #Halloween costume? πŸ€”

Since I post so many photos/images of hot/sexy/naked women on this blog (and my Instagram account - sans nudity) I thought I should strive for a little balance. I'm not sure if you'll like him ladies* (the straight ones) but... this dude's for you!

(*and any gay/bi men)



via Instagram

#FetishFriday or my #Halloween costume? πŸ€”
YOU DECIDE!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

#fetish #leatherchaps #leather #thong #halloweencostume #butt #ass 

Thursday, October 26, 2017

The Flesh Is Weak...



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"The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak"

~ Jesus Christ!

Often used today as a rueful admission of weariness or other physical weakness, this idiom was first recorded in the New Testament (Matthew 26:41), where Jesus tells his disciples: “Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”  

I did not know this, so thank you Google! Even after all those years at Catholic School I still don't understand what Jesus meant when he said it to his disciples. Because he surely couldn't have been warning them that even though you might want to fuck you might find you can't because your equipment aint working?

Which is what the modern day meaning is. Like when you hit it off with a really hot girl at a party and then you go back to her apartment and she invites you into her bed and then ... all that alcohol catches up with you and you find you can't do what she invited you back for. Guys sometimes call it 'Brewers Droop', and girls sometimes call it 'A big fucking waste of time GTFO.'

Anyway, it happened to me on Saturday morning.

Not because I was drunk, but possibly because old age is catching up with me. Or maybe something else.  It went down like this:

I was very horny last week, which is usually a sign my wife is about to have her period. I've learned this from having been with her so long. Whatever hormones or pheromones she emits during her menstrual cycle affect me and I get really horny. So on Thursday night I made my move, only to be rebuffed by my wife: "I'm having my period, so... no"

On Friday we were both at home, so I just kept getting hornier, but of course I couldn't do anything about it. At 3pm my wife went out to meet another woman for drinks at a local neighborhood bar, and reminded me we had dinner with another couple at 7.30pm. She said she would be home about 5.30pm... 6pm at the latest!

She wasn't home by then, which didn't surprise me because I knew someone else had also asked her to join him for drinks. She didn't know I knew, because I couldn't tell her, because then she would say "why are you snooping through my phone?" Because that's the only way I can find out what you're up to because you never tell me anything!!! is the answer I know I can't give. 

Anyway, I started stewing, and then realized it was because I hadn't had any sex since the previous weekend, and that if I didn't do something I would be a complete grumpy bastard by the time we joined the other couple for dinner at 7.30pm. Which would just annoy my wife more, which would further delay any sex we might have in the future. So I did what any respectable married man would do - I masturbated. Then I had a shower and got changed for dinner.

When I was done it was 7pm and there was still no sign of my wife. Or my daughter. Which was of no consequence until the doorbell rang. It was 7.05pm and the other couple we were having dinner with where on our doorstep - with their 8 year old daughter! My wife had neglected to tell me that she had told them to come to ours and to bring their daughter, so our daughter could babysit their daughter while we went out for dinner! 

I ushered them and texted both my wife and daughter, asking them where they were and when were they coming home? My wife was still at the wine bar ("oops") and my daughter was still in the city ("oops, I forgot!") and could I come and pick her up? So I had to rush into the city, pick up my daughter, and then my wife on the way back. What a #$%ing farce! But all's well that ends well so we had a lovely dinner and got home by midnight because my wife had had a lot of wine since 3pm and wouldn't STFU.

Okay, the last two paragraphs are irrelevant but you know me, I love to vent!

On Saturday I was still horny, even though I'd jerked off the afternoon before. As I've mentioned previously on this blog, even though I might have had sex I still suffer from 'residual horniness' the following day[s]. Especially if I haven't had any for a while - it (actually having sex) just seems to make it worse. It's like the flood gates have been opened and I just want more. And so it was now...

It was mid-day and my wife was still in bed, naked.

She lay next to me and then stretched out - kicking off the covers as she did so. Maybe she was just getting up, but I took it as a sign that she wanted me so I made my move. I ran my hand down her body and pressed it against her vulva. She responded by pushing her cunt against me, and so I started squeezing my hand. She pushed even harder against me, and I continued squeezing. 

When I moved my head down she stopped me: "I'm having my period" she said. 

"That doesn't matter, I'll just be careful" I replied.

"I haven't had a shower yet" she countered, "I stink"

"Even better" I said, channeling Napoleon Bonaparte, "I love your scent"

And so I licked her clit carefully, before reading for the Verge (our newest sex toy, see this) which I switched on and placed over her pussy. Her back arched immediately and soon she was writhing and taking over control of the device. When it looked like she had cum (my wife never admits it) I reached for the lube and lathered my cock. Placing the Verge cock ring over my dick I entered her missionary style and started thrusting slowly and gently. 

Well, 'gentle' inasmuch as I was pressing against her pubic bone as I fucked her, which she seemed to be digging a lot. My cock was vibrating and she could feel it with every stroke. She said it felt great. 

I, on the other hand, was not feeling so great. 

My dick was hard but I did not feel I was on any road to orgasm. My wife's legs were spread wide and there was indeed a definite discernible odor emanating from 'down there'. Exactly where 'down there' I couldn't determine, even after closing her legs, switching positions, and then finally turning her around so I could fuck her doggy style. 

I tried amping up the vibrations on the Verge but it made no difference. I tried banging her harder and faster but it made no difference. For me at least, because I think she came again. Realizing I wasn't going to cum I gave up and flopped down beside her. "I got mine" she said, to which I said nothing. 

I couldn't decide whether the problem (my failure to 'complete') was that I had masturbated the evening before (which means I'm old, if I can't recover in 18 hours) or the odor (which wasn't that bad, but as soon as I noticed it it kinda got stuck in my head). Compounding the problem was that the sex toy had failed to 'work' (for me) as it had previously. The first two times we used it it had been like catnip, but now it was just 'meh' (for me).

I guess we'll just have to see how it performs on it's fourth outing... 

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Big boobs for #wickedwednesday


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The one and only @biancabeauchampmodel © for #wickedwednesday 

I met a woman with boobs this big at a cocktail party last night. She is the second ‘trophy’ wife of a rich older businessman and she just had a second boob job to inflate them to this size. The women I were with [including my wife] gossiped about how ridiculous she looked [she did] and speculated she must be worried he might leave her for a younger model, as he done for her with his first wife six years earlier. 

I speculated that he was probably quite happy with them and she probably had a latex rubber catsuit at home to keep him amused in the bedroom. And then I explained ‘bimbofication’ to them, which they’d never heard of. 

#fetishmodel #rubberfetish #latexfetish #rubberfetishmodel #corset #thighhighboots #stilettoboots #whip #legs #butt #boobs #ass #humpday #fetish

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

TMI Tuesday: October 24, 2017 ~ Look Inside

This week, let’s have a look inside our relationships by playing TMI Tuesday.



1. How much time do you spend taking care of your significant other:
a. More than taking care of myself, more than 60% of my time.
b. About 50% of my time.
c. 10% to 49% … I have kids!
d. Not really any time at all, definitely less than 10% of my time.
~ C was closest, but not really because of our daughter. My wife is very independent and 'Type A' - she doesn't like having things done for her. Unless she asks you to do something for her and then she 'wants it done'. Most of my time is spent taking care of her emotional needs, which I think she is unaware of.

2. How do you sleep at night?
a. With the whole bed to my myself…yaay!
b. I stay on my own side, someone else on other side.
c. We snuggle–start that way or end up that way.
d. We do not sleep together.

3. What happens when you or your significant other gets home from work?
a. Stop what you are doing to greet and hug each other
b. Engage in conversation about the day
c. No specific acknowledgement of each other, no specific welcoming gesture but go about a household routine
d. Ignore each other
~ C was closest. I tend to ask her how her day was but often she walks into the house talking to someone on the phone. And she can often walk straight in and head upstairs, talking on the phone.

4. How many things about yourself would you change? Share 3 things and tell us why.
~ 1] My weight, since that affects my overall health
~ 2] My fitness, since that affects my sex life
~ 3] My stress levels, since that affects 1 & 2 as well. I need to 'chill' more and accept the things I can't change. Like Donald Trump, and the everyday morons I encounter in my everyday life. Whom I encounter a lot.

Yes, I have painted my wife's nails! Back when we were
young, poor and madly in love. I did a better job than she did!!
Bonus: How many things would you change about a current significant other.
~ I think in order to achieve 4.3 above it's better I try not to change her and just accept my wife as she is. Which is what I've been doing these past few years (albeit that it was only this year I became more accepting of our mismatched libidos). 

If I was to change anything I'd get my wife to stop being so 'generous' with our stuff. On Friday night another couple was mentioning they might be getting a puppy and immediately my wife was offering them our portable dog fence, which I had to point out we were still actually using. Which my wife then went on to insist we weren't, which was a lie. 

In Germany last month we met a new couple (friends of the couple we were staying with) who mentioned they were visiting our city in 2018. Within 5 minutes of meeting these people my wife was insisting they come and stay with us, and also stay in our vacation home! 

My wife actually does this a lot, and this weekend (when she did it again) I realized my wife has an insatiable desire to be liked by everyone she meets. I told her that some people may consider her a bit weird to be offering people she's only just met a weekend in our vacation home.

Double Bonus: Did you read One night in ... Zurich? How about Sex & The Blue Pill? You could read One night in ... Amsterdam but all the sex happens in One Night In... Amsterdam (Part 2)! And despite the long intro there is indeed sex in Daddy's Home!!

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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!

Saturday, October 21, 2017

OPP: Car Sex in Chicago

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous. (Scroll to bottom for more)
 (FYI: all links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "I met Nico on AdultFriendFinder many years ago, when I first moved to the U.S. and was having trouble feeding my insatiable appetite for hot men in Unitown on offline attempts alone. Nico was a last year law student, in great shape, cute, easy going, resp"

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

Car Sex in Chicago

by Pervertically Virtuous
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I met Nico on AdultFriendFinder many years ago, when I first moved to the U.S. and was having trouble feeding my insatiable appetite for hot men in Unitown on offline attempts alone. Nico was a last year law student, in great shape, cute, easy going, respectful. We had many fun encounters before he moved away, and remained friends ever since.
When I realized I had to go to Chicago for work this summer, where Nico currently lives, I emailed him to see if I could stay with him. He said I could, but he lived in the 'burbs, far away from where I needed to be for work. Instead, he arranged for me to stay with his colleague (a young, but straight-laced woman) close to downtown.
It's always interesting meeting old fuck buddies years later. I don't know if I'm still going to find them attractive, if their relationship situations have changed so that hooking up is not an option, if they are willing to cheat on their partners, if they are expecting to hook up or not. Nico was no exception.
We went out to dinner my first day there and chatted for hours. There was still something devilishly boyish in his demeanor, but he talked about living a settled life in the suburbs, working as a corporate lawyer, living with a woman who "didn't like to come into the city". He didn't sound crazy about her, yet thought she was the one and was going to marry her - because they knew each other well and she "tolerated" him. They didn't have an open relationship - they tried, but she couldn't quite handle it. So he had cheated in the past. A lot. Though not recently. No opportunity.
The only time his eyes lit up was when he spoke of his weekly gigs as a DJ (something his girlfriend had never gone to): It sounded like his attempt to hold on to his youth while being torn in the opposite direction by the other forces in his life.
As dinner progressed, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd hook up with him. His face was still as attractive as always, his crooked nose adding to his charm, his blond hair waving in the wind. Unfortunately he had gained weight, and although his bulkier body would've been perfect had it been made of muscle, a lot of it was fat and the 6-pack was long gone.
If I had met him today, his belly would probably place him in the 'unlikely' category. But I knew him. I knew that his cock was of decent size (and uncut), that sex with him would feel good, that he'd really like that. Mixed in with a bit of sense of duty to our old fuck buddy status, nostalgia, and a desire to repay him for taking care of me while in Chicago, it all made a difference. I would probably hook up with him if the opportunity presented itself.
But with him living with his girlfriend and me staying with his conservative colleague, it wasn't clear that opportunity was going to present itself. Nothing was mentioned by either of us all night, and he dropped me off with no more than a friendly hug and plans to go clubbing a few nights later.
A few nights later, we went clubbing. His girlfriend wasn't joining us (she doesn't like to go to the city, right!), nor was my host/his colleague (she seemed almost as lame as the girlfriend, with a TV, a cat, a long-distance relationship, and no social life to speak of). So it was me, Nico, and Sonya, one of my colleagues who was traveling with me. Sonya is as sexually inexperienced and unadventurous as I am experienced and adventurous, yet she is totally awesome, knows all about my crazy lifestyle, and we totally adore each other. Having lived her whole life in small towns, Sonya rarely has a chance to go clubbing, so I was happy to bring her along.
Nico took us to "The Club" in Chicago, a place that was almost identical to all the cookie cutter clubs you find in NYC Meatpacking district - VIP sections, bottle service (though a bottle there cost only $200 as opposed to up to NYC's $800), crappy cheesy house music mixed in with even worse pop dance music, overpriced drinks, overdone women in skirts too short to leave anything to the imagination and heels too high to be comfortable to sit in, let alone dance. The only difference was the crowd appeared closer to current (as opposed to former) frat boys than I remember it being in NYC.
After a few drinks and a couple of hours of struggling to chat over and/or dance to the obnoxiously loud and bad music, we finally decided it was time to go. All three of us walked together to where Nico had parked the car, only a block away from where I was staying. Sensing that we might want some alone time at this point, Sonya continued on to the subway, leaving Nico and I on the street.
It was a 6-lane avenue, a major artery running through the city, connecting two central neighborhoods, but at 2 AM it was mostly deserted with only a few cars driving by intermittently. Without a word, Nico and I turned to each other and locked lips in a long, hungry, forceful kiss. We started making out right there on the sidewalk as if we had been waiting for this the whole night. As if it were now or never. The energy between us was very raw, electric.
He pushed me against the wall of the skyscraper lining the street, and our hands began roaming all over each other's bodies. I liked the bigger, bulkier Nico, he seemed stronger, more powerful. I unbuttoned his pants and reached inside. He was rock hard. There were no pedestrians in sight, so I took his cock out and kneeled in front of him. I gently licked the tip of cock, still mostly covered by his foreskin, teasing him. I then pulled the skin back and wrapped my lips around it, slowly sliding them down until they were touching the base.
And then he pushed me off of him - I wasn't sure if it was an attempt to delay an instant orgasm or because, as he said, we'd get arrested for indecent exposure.
Our choices were limited. We couldn't go back to his or my place, leaving the car as the obvious solution. We got in the back seat, pushed the front seats all the way up, and realized it was actually quite comfy. I pulled his pants down and buried my face in his crotch, sucking, licking, lapping away happily. Except that he couldn't take it for very long. He was on the verge of cumming from the moment my lips touched the head of his cock.
"Slow down, slow down," he said as he pushed my head away. "I don't get blowjobs, you know."
"What?!" I wasn't sure I understood him correctly.
"I don't get blowjobs," he repeated. "I used to, but not anymore."
The confusion and disbelief torturing my brain at that moment must have been very obvious, because he continued. "Not all women are as sex crazy as you, Z. And not all men are as lucky as Ace."
I am always shocked to find out that guys who love blowjobs will date/marry women who won't give them blowjobs (check out this post by Off Go the Panties), but that was not the time or place for that conversation.
Instead, I asked Nico if fucking would make him last longer - since that's less novel than a blowjob. He seemed optimistic about the idea, so I got a condom out of my bag, rolled it onto him, and straddled him. His hard cock felt good inside me, but I didn't get a chance to enjoy it for very long.
Fucking did not make him last any longer. He hadn't been with anyone else in almost a year. And novelty is powerful. He came almost instantly.
He apologized profusely, but I wasn't worried, I was certain he would get hard again. So we just stayed in the back seat, half naked, chatting. The windows were all fogged up by then and we were unaware of anyone out there save the sound of the infrequently passing cars. We talked about his less than satisfying sex life. About my almost overwhelmingly satisfying sex life. I thought about the last time I had sex in a car. It must have been about four years ago, in the parking lot of my favorite restaurant in Unitown, in broad daylight one early Sunday afternoon, when Ace and I were still just casual fuck buddies.
The whole time, he was absentmindedly playing with my clit, keeping me mildly aroused. This, together with our sexy conversation soon breathed life into Nico's member. When I caught a glimpse of his budding erection, I stopped talking, and just slid down between his legs. I went more slowly and gently this time. I licked and sucked and deepthroated with delight, but taking breaks, not letting him get close to an orgasm. I took the rest of our clothes off, got another condom, and lowered myself onto his firm, eager dick. I was again facing him, but instead of getting really close, I sprawled back onto the front seat creating some space between us, so I could see his handsome face enjoying our teenage car fuck.
At that point I was so aroused that I came quickly but I kept quiet, trying to not trigger another orgasm in him right away. He owed me one. Although the steam on the windows was shielding us away from being gawked at by curious eyes in the dark street outside, the exhibitionist in me was wide awake. I couldn't help but think we could be found out any minute, by any suspecting or unsuspecting passerby, by a cop even. If it were a cop, I thought, I'd offer him a blowjob to keep us out of trouble. He surely couldn't resist that, right? Those thoughts, together with the constant sliding of Nico's hard cock in and out of me, the sense of fullness, my fingers pressing on my clit... My second orgasm started to build  and this time I wasn't holding anything back. I moaned and writhed, my cunt muscles squeezing his cock as I climaxed.
As soon as my orgasm subsided, I felt Nico was about to cum. I whispered to him that I wanted him to cum in my mouth. It was my way of saying 'thank you' for taking care of me here. I got off him and made love to his cock with my mouth until he exploded in my throat, ecstatic. I gripped his cock hard and sucked him dry.
It was really late and I was giving a talk the next day. We quickly said our goodbyes and I walked the two blocks to my apartment building. Nico was leaving town the next day and he wouldn't be back before I left Chicago. It might be years until I see him again...
Pervertically Virtuous | October 20, 2013 at 10:31 am | 
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, October 19, 2017

OPP: “Naughty Girl!”

OPP is the label I give posts that are not my own. Some of them are posts with comments/input from me added i.e. my take on what they've written. Others are 'just' excerpts on what someone had written that resonated with me, usually because I found their post hot as hell. I will only give you part of the post, but with a link back to the complete original post by the original author. It's a tease designed to drive you over to them.



With “Naughty girl!” I found myself in a quandary. The story is just so damned hot IMO it seemed wrong to just give you an excerpt so I'm lifting the whole damned thing. Please check out her Tumblr blog because Nina is a great writer. This wasn't the first of her stories and poems that aroused me, but I chose it because my wife often tells me she's a naughty girl when she talks dirty.

“Naughty Girl!” 
He’d laughed as he said it; I’d knocked over part of the window display. It was a joke on his part. A throwaway comment, but it tipped my first domino and I actually gasped.

“Oh you like that do you?” He said it in a low flirting voice as he came nearer to assess the damage. Behind me. Not touching, but close enough to feel uncomfortable.

He continued in a hushed teasing voice although we were alone in the shop. “And who is it you’re a naughty girl for?”

I blushed as a reply then felt his breath on my ear. “Is it Sir?” A finger touched my arm as he questioned further.
 
“Daddy maybe?”

And I shivered.
 
Turned to him so he could see it in my eyes. His arm moved then, I thought to touch me more but it reached out. Turned the sign on the door before his attention was on me.

“What does Daddy do to his naughty girl?” The ticking of the clock seemed slower. A thickness then to the air. I felt a need to gulp it into my lungs.

Another need building inside darkened my eyes. Sent shockwaves of delight over my flesh.

I couldn’t speak.

He stroked my cheek.

“Does Daddy not let his naughty girl talk?” I licked my bottom lip, preparing for words that just wouldn’t come out.

His face was against mine. Like we were about to kiss, bristles on his cheek almost scraping me.

“Does Daddy take your little panties down?” I managed a nod, as his hand slowly lifted my dress, then fingers pressed gently against me.

He tugged them, let them drop to the floor. I forgot the unlocked door, the fact that we were on view to the street.
His finger felt me. Slowly easing along my slit as my pussy melted. The movement spreading my delight over my lips.

“Oh! I can feel what a naughty girl you are.”

He lifted his hand. Fed me from his fingers then flicked the lock on the door.

His hand went to his fly. Paused. Before leading me behind the counter. Cashing up sheets and piles of coins scattered across it.

“Look what your naughtiness has done to me!” He revealed a slightly curved slim prick. “Kiss me?”

And I dropped to my knees and kissed. Chastely to start. Before letting my tongue enjoy him. He held onto the till, rocking into my mouth as he moaned. 
 
Then withdrew. Which surprised, and prompted disappointment. But he said with some urgency “I need to see you!!” And then lifted me onto the counter.

My cunt was dripping. The thrill of the words, the encounter, the sad fact it had been a while. “Touch for me?” And I did. As he watched, his prick bobbed as if giving a slow nod of approval.

“Daddy needs to fuck you.” Made me gulp back excitement and he bent me over the counter, till to my side. Then fed his prick between my legs.

Outside the world carried on as normal as we fucked. Almost there. Then slowing to prolong.

His cock was buried deep inside me as a customer came to the window. He pressed my clit then and I began to gasp out an orgasm. I trembled and hung my head as it took over, causing a shocked face outside as she pushed unsuccessfully at the locked door.

It was no secret why the shop had shut early as I lifted my head to her and involuntarily panted out “I’m coming!” They were the first words I’d ever spoke to him. They weren’t the last.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

It must be #wickedwednesday 😈


via Instagram

When you're just in the mood to... do something... #nasty ... #filthy ... it must be #wickedwednesday 😈

#datass #assplay #butt #humpday #hump

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

TMI Tuesday: October 17, 2017 ~

I am waiting for today's TMI questions. In the meantime:

This image was selected randomly, before the questions were even posted. I wonder if it's relevant?
I do enjoy a woman in corset though. Sadly I haven't seen any IRL since my early twenties (aside from Burlesque shows).
I guess corsets are just a phase most women go through ("I am a wanton Sex Goddess") unless they discover their kinky side... 

Okay, maybe there's no TMI Tuesday this week. But you still get a bonus. Here's a review of the We-vibe Verge that I talked about in yesterday's post:




Double Bonus: Did you read One night in ... Zurich? How about Sex & The Blue Pill? You could read One night in ... Amsterdam but all the sex happens in One Night In... Amsterdam (Part 2)! And despite the long intro there is indeed sex in yesterday's post Daddy's Home!!

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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, October 16, 2017

Daddy's Home

Ha! Never in a million years would my wife call me 'Daddy'. I tried incorporating it once in some dirty talk during sex and she reacted very negatively. "Ugh, don't say that, you're not my father"she said, as the sexy mood was totally shattered. That was a few years back, and I've never said it since.

But I am home, after a four week vacation in Europe...



Which was a week longer than my wife, who came home after three weeks due to BNG commitments.  Originally we were both going for four weeks but she had to come back early so I decided to stay on as planned. Not that we'd really planned anything. Our vacation ended in Amsterdam (see One night in ... Amsterdam Part 2) so I figured I'd stay on a few days and avail myself of the legal sex workers since my wife wasn't (at that time) giving me any. That was my original plan, before we even left the house.

That plan was thwarted for two reasons: [1] after a slow start my wife got quite horny on vacation (see herehere and here) and [2] I was completely unable to shake off the persistent cough and cold I was suffering from. This (and the medication) created issues with my sexual performance so I was loathe to spend money on sex workers and then fail to get 'full value' out of it. Which was a shame, since I thought I'd explore a few fantasies. Another day perhaps?

Anyway, the point of this post is that I came home and was keen for Round 2 with The Verge sex toy since it had been a week since Round 1. My wife said I was sick and needed rest, not sex. That was Saturday, when I got home. On Sunday morning I had returned to my original idea. I was supposed to collect our daughter from her sleepover in half an hour (she'd just summoned me without warning, via text, you know how it is) but instead I jumped in the shower.

"Why are you having a shower?" asked my wife, who expects me to drop everything when my daughter texts us.

"Because I want to have sex with you, and try that vibrating cock ring thing again" I said, as I closed the shower door behind me.

"What?" said my wife incredulously.

"You heard me" I said, through a crack in the shower door "it's in the drawer with my underpants, go get it and get ready." And then I continued showering.

After I was dried off I wandered into the bedroom. My wife was in bed, sitting up, but holding the toy. I could tell by the way she was turning it in her hand that she was just as keen for round 2 as I was. Besides, she was naked, so that was a giveaway. I told her that we'd used it wrong the first time, and that I was supposed to thread my cock and balls through the hole, not just hang it over my cock and have the flat part sit on my balls. She asked me how I knew and I told her I watched an instructional video (see above).

We tried doing it 'the right way' but again there was no way my balls were going to fit inside the ring as well as my cock. So we put it on the way we'd used it last time and I asked my wife to blow me. Which she did, after we'd switched on the vibrator part. Once again, it felt really good. My wife alternated between jerking me off and blowing me, and was resistant to my efforts to have her sit on my face as she did so. Possibly because she hadn't showered? That didn't phase me!

Finally she swung around and I was able to eat her out as she did the same to me. Her pussy was wet and aroused; she tasted great. I grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands and 'locked' her into position. She wriggled and squirmed as my tongue circled her labia repeatedly before homing in on her clit. She moaned and writhed and cried out as she came, at which point I released her from my iron grip. She collapsed on the bed beside me as my dick stood erect and the toy continued to vibrate.

I could see how it would work for solo play.

I asked my wife if she wanted me to finish or whether she wanted to climb on top. "Hell no" she said, and pulled herself up to get on top of me. She removed the ring and then put it back on, but this time with the curved triangle pointed up. She straddled me in the Cowgirl position, so that the curved part was now pressed against her pussy and clit. She started to rock back and forward, pulling the curved triangle into her, and did this for a while until she decided she preferred the Reverse Cowgirl position. She swiveled both herself and the toy around my cock, and resumed her movement.

It wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down on my cock, holding the toy to her clit, and moaning with pleasure. It felt good for me too, but most of the vibrations were being soaked up by her - the triangle was pointed up, not resting on my balls - so it wasn't as good (for me) as last time. Finally I pushed her up and held her there with one hand as I adjusted the speed of the vibe. I cranked it up a notch and then we were both in business - the cock ring vibrated strongly around my cock and ... vibrated even more strongly against my wife's clit.

She went nuts.

She was like a banshee, bouncing and moaning and thrusting and impaling herself on my dick for all she was worth. When she couldn't take it anymore she dropped down on the mattress and (like last time) started thrusting back and forward on my dick. On my vibrating cock. She was so aroused she was wet and slick and starting to cream all over my thick rod. I don't see that that often, so I knew she was ultra excited. I pulled out and crawled up behind her. She was almost in the doggy position already so I rearranged her slightly and then slid my cock back into her tight wet hole.

"Oh yes," she hissed "fuck me, fuck me hard"

I had no problem with that instruction so I grabbed her hips and immediately started thrusting. Hard.

In switching to the doggy position I'd rotated the toy, which meant the curved part was pressed against my balls. I pounded my wife repeatedly and enjoyed the sensation of my vibrating balls pressed her against her cunt. Then I decided to up the ante. I stopped thrusting, withdrew, took the ring off, turned it around, and then put it back on, but this time with the curved part pointing up. This meant that when I entered her again the curved part was rubbing against her pussy and clit. I was worried it might be a bit rough for her but she moaned as I slid back inside and she groaned as I started thrusting.

She was urging me on, to fuck her harder and faster, so I guess the combination of my dick in her pussy and the vibe on her clit must have been right. My thrusting intensified and suddenly out of nowhere she cried out "spank me, spank my ass!"  I can't recall the last time she asked for that but I complied nonetheless. I swatted her butt cheeks with my open hands and gave each a good thwack. I couldn't tell if she was cumming or just in the throes of some orgasmic tidal wave but she was moaning and groaning like she was in ecstasy.

"I'm going to cum" I warned her.

"Yes yes!" she hissed, as she thrust back harder against me "cum in me, cum in me now"

I paused momentarily to pull out and reposition the toy. Call me selfish but I put it back with the curved part pressed against my balls. I reentered my wife and started her pounding her pussy anew. I was banging her hard and then I felt it. The eruption in my balls as a weeks worth of jism exploded from within me and flooded deep inside her cunt. I gripped her hips and held her there as my orgasm continued. My cock pulsed and my balls ... well, that vibrator is worth every Euro I spent on it, let me tell you!

I pulled out and the ring stayed wedged between my wife's inner thighs. It was a weird thing to see since it held her pussy open, similar to those porn shots with a speculum. I don't find those images very erotic but seeing my wife like that it was. I could see inside her red and swollen pussy and she was absolutely filled with sperm. There was something quite hedonistic about it and the Caveman within me felt very satisfied.

As was my wife. She lay there, flat on her back, her hands outstretched, unable to move. All she could manage was "oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god..."

A few minutes later, when I was dressed and ready to go fetch our daughter I found her just as I'd left her. She hadn't moved and still wasn't talking. I kissed her good bye and all she said was 'gahhhh!'

Hopefully she remembers that feeling next time I suggest we have sex!


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This post has also been submitted to Masturbation Monday


Sunday, October 15, 2017

Beyonce Dancing Sexy Just For You...

Beyonce dancing sexy just for you...


And since you're here, you might as well watch this one too. It's kinda chaotic...


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

One Night In... Amsterdam (Part 2)



via Instagram

As I mentioned on Monday we had one night in Amsterdam last Friday and all my plans went south [link]. The only thing I did manage to achieve was to buy a new Sex toy that afternoon. I’d planned to buy one for her (a dildo?) but she was not receptive and she turned the tables and convinced me to buy the Verge by We-vibe. It was a vibrating cock ring and she thought it would be something I could use when she was away. I bought it because looking at it I saw it could double as a vibe for her. 

We went out for drinks and dinner (and then more drinks) with a local guy from her BNG organisation, which went longer than I wanted - meaning we didn’t get back to our hotel room until after 1am. Which meant we’d have to be quick because my wife had a flight to catch at mid-day (my wife was going home a week early, leaving me to own my own devices for a week).

But my wife felt no such urgency. 

She spent half an hour checking her emails and Facebook page. When she started playing news clips on her iPad (something I’ve never seen or heard her do at home) I realised that she was in no hurry to go to bed. “How long are you going to be?” I asked. Looking at the clock she exclaimed “Oh, is that the time?” And rushed off to the bathroom. I thought she was having a shower but when she emerged 20 minutes later it was clear she hadn’t. She’d been sitting on the toilet on her iPad. 

I mention this only because I want you to know how obvious she was making it that she was not in the mood for sexy time. To cement the point she climbed into bed and started yawning heavily. She said it was late and kissed me goodnight. I asked her “aren’t we going to try out the toy?” and she replied “I thought we were going to try that when we got home, besides we need to charge it”. 

I immediately thought that I wouldn’t be seeing my wife again for a week and waiting that long would not do. Besides, they come fully charged don’t they? To prove the point I pulled it out of the box and switched it on. It started buzzing!

My wife looked at it in my hand with some apprehension. Which gave way to intrigue. “Why don’t you try it first?” I suggested, and I placed it ‘face down’ on her vulva. She took it from my hand and pressed the triangle device against her own ‘triangle’. It didn’t take long until her scepticism gave way to pleasure. The Verge followed the contour of her pussy and she pressed it hard against her vulva. And clenched her legs shut as she focussed all the vibrations against her clit and vulva.  

She gripped it by the ‘O’ part and was pushing so hard the curved point was pushing inside her labia. Soon her eyes were closed, her teeth were clenched, and the vein in her neck was pulsing. She came hard and I could tell it was an intense orgasm. 

But she wasn’t finished. 

She started again, this time with her knees spread wide.  I positioned myself between her legs and started jacking my dick. Her eyes alternated between staring at my cock and rolling back into her head. As she gritted her teeth again she told me urgently to “stick it in, stick your cock in”. I did as instructed and started stroking in and out. This set her off and she started moaning and groaning. 

I pressed down hard on her pubic bone and felt for myself the vibrating toy between us. It felt good. I told her as much and she replied “Yes, yes, just like that, keep fucking me, don’t stop...”

So I didn’t stop and she arched her back and came again. Just as hard as she had previously. When she was done I pulled out and sat back on my heels. She opened her eyes and placed the toy against my balls. “How does that feel?” she asked, through hooded eyes. “It feels great” I replied, honestly. 

She got up and pushed me onto my back. She threaded my cock thru the hole, with the triangle part hanging down against my balls, and then started jacking my cock. As you can see from the picture I found to illustrate this post, that was not the correct way to ‘use’ it - but for the life of me I don’t see how my cock and balls would fit in that hole. (The We-vibe website says you’re supposed to thread everything through before the cock is erect - whaaat?)

Anyway it felt really good, and I asked my wife to blow me while it was on.  So she did.  And that felt even better. It felt really good. As she bobbed up and down on my dick, slurping on my vibrating cock, I could tell I was going to cum soon. I asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or ride  me first. She choose the latter. 

She choose the latter as soon as the words were out of my mouth - releasing me from her mouth immediately and jumping up to straddle my cock. She mounted me in the reverse cowgirl position and groaned as she sank down on my pulsing penis. She started bouncing up and down on my cock which pressed the Verge against my balls with every downward thrust. 

This, combined with the feeling of her tight but wet cunt wrapped around my dick, felt really good. 

My wife’s pussy was tight because she’d already cum a few times and was now on her way to another. She was pressing the ring part against herself, and it wasn’t long before she was hunched forward and thrusting back against my cock. Her pussy was now wetter and looser and she was banging me hard. She had an energy I hadn’t seen before and she was going at me - backwards! - like a jackhammer. 

Do I need to mention how good it felt? It felt really good! 

Every time she bounced back on me she was pressing the toy harder against my balls, which by now were tingling all over, constantly, and ready to explode. I warned her I was about to cum and she kinda grunted “oh yeah, do it, cum now, cum in me...” and really began pounding me hard. Honestly, I don’t know where she got the energy for such a prolonged assault on my dick. 

Oh yeah, that’s right. My dick was turbocharged now, thanks to the Verge. As my wife kept grunting and urging me on I finally succumbed and shot my load deep inside her. As I flooded her with my seed she grabbed the device and pressed it against herself, twisting it around to press it against her clit. She came again too, gasping as another climax surged through her. 

My wife collapsed on the bed and crawled up next to me. 

“So how was it?” I asked, mindful that she had been so apathetic initially. “It was great” she said, “that’s a keeper”. 

I chuckled inside, because I knew she would love it if I could just ‘get her started*’. She proved just how much she loved it by trying to pack it in her suitcase the following morning. Previously she’s said she’s embarrassed to carry vibrators across international borders (fear of Customs officers opening her suitcase) but now she had no qualms! 

 * many therapists recommend that women with a low libido should try having sex even if they don’t really feel like it, since many women become ‘fired up’ once they start getting intimate/having sex. This advice only applies to that ‘meh’ feeling of course. If you find sex painful or unpleasant, or really don’t want to have it, then don’t. Having sex just for the sake of your partner only breeds resentment.

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