Monday, February 18, 2019

#MasturbationMonday ~ Valentines Day sex, 3 days later!

After two dark posts (Dreams Are Free - But Good Ones Cost Extra and Valentine's Day's Dirty Secret) I decided I better do something to get myself out of my rut. So on Friday I posted So... How was your Valentines Day? which includes a writing challenge - take the bad dream in Dreams Are Free - But Good Ones Cost Extra and turn it into something hot and exciting. 

On Sunday morning I woke up early in the movie room - I'd fallen asleep watching Netflix - and decided that I would need to do something to break the sex drought. My wife is good at rebuffing my attempts to initiate, and she never initiates herself, but I had a sense that she was still wanting to do some sexy time thing... ish. Kinda. Maybe.

May messaged me to apologize, she was
too busy this week to take up my writing
challenge. Which in turn spurred todays
post from me.
That's my wife thinking, not me projecting, if you didn't get it. I had a sense that she wanted to tick the 'Valentines Sex' box, but couldn't quite bring herself to actually do it.  And couldn't stop herself from rebuffing my attempts to initiate either (clearly my seduction skills were not good enough); which left her feeling guilty and thinking maybe she could make up for it at the weekend.

But once again she couldn't stop herself from cockblocking me. After watching two movies on Netflix (her suggestion) she said she was tired and going to bed, and that I could watch whatever I wanted. She got up and left but only made it as far as the office, where she fell onto Facebook for another hour. Nice

Once she thought I was suitably engrossed in my movie she slunk off to bed, and that was that.

I woke up early to a blue projector screen and morning wood.

I checked my Twitter feed and then my MeWe feed. Lots of naughty friends on both, all posting porn or sexy nudes. The morning wood was now just wood, and my tiny brain came up with a cunning plan:

My wife once said about twenty years ago that a previous boyfriend used to just start fucking her in the morning and she'd wake up to feel him thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy. She said she didn't mind that at all.

So I figured now would be a good time to put that theory to the test! Besides, she often responds well to me just being blatant in my desire to have my needs met (see this example) so I resolved to go up to bed and 'just do it'.

So I marched up the stairs, walked into our bedroom and climbed into bed. Naked.

I snuggled up to my wife, who was half asleep, but snuggled back into me. She spread her legs dreamily as my warm hand snaked its way down to her pussy. She placed my other hand on her breast and squeezed her tit with my hand. That was my cue. Soon she was writhing wildly as my hands worked their way over various parts of her body.

I'd been rubbing her clit, hard with a whole hand over her vulva, just how she likes it, but when I attempted to fingerbang her she stopped me. She moved my hand back up to her breast, cueing me to massage her tits with both hands, which I did. They felt full in my hands, and her nipples were rock hard.

While I played with her boobs she reached down and grabbed my dick. My wife started jerking me off, and pumped my cock with a steady rhythm. It felt great and I had a sense that I could come that way, which is not always the case. We hadn't had sex since January 3rd so I was primed and ready to pop.

Which was good because I got the sense that this was how she wanted me to pop. Her grip was tight and her strokes were steady, there was no sense that this was foreplay lading to something else. She was clearly focussed on one thing, and that was me jizzing in her hand. As my breathing grew heavier and harder her strokes matched my tight grip on her tits.

I started to grunt as I felt myself getting close, so she turned her body away slightly and aimed my cock at her ass. She was giving me permission to climax and seemingly wanted my load painted over her asscheeks. I happy to oblige I started humping her hand, which was wrapped around my dick tightly. She pumped me hard, and then pushed her butt back further, directing my cock into her asscrack.

She continued to jack me off, jerking my cock like a pro, practically urging me to jam my dick in her ass and fuck her anally.

Which I didn't do because she maintained her tight grip on my prick as she pumped me against her ass. She kept pumping, even as I grunted and roared and emptied my balls all over her pretty little butt. She kept pumping, and then reached back further to grab my balls and squeeze out the last of my jism as my orgasm subsided.

She rubbed her ass in slow circles against my still hard dick, relishing the sticky mess I'd left sprayed across her butt. She purred, then giggled, then purred again. It was the total sum of our conversation before we both fell asleep.

When I woke up later she was in the shower and I was in the wet spot.

I rolled over and fell back to sleep.


This post has also been submitted to Masturbation MondayClick this link for stories more erotic than mine!

Friday, February 15, 2019

So... How was your Valentines Day?

Image: @VioletChachki © on Instagram

How was your Valentines Day? Was it everything you hoped for? A romantic candlelit dinner for two? Or maybe hot candle wax stinging the flesh, followed by a brisk spanking? Whatever you were hoping for, I hope you got it.

I got nothing a romantic dinner for two, followed by two movies on Netflix (one of which was the awful Valentines Day by director Garry Marshall), and a 'Gosh-is-that-the-time?-I-have-to get-up-early'. That came from my wife, who proceeded to sleep in this morning and instead got me to drop the dog off at doggy day care. 

Anyway, enough with the negative (if you want morose check out yesterday's Valentines Day's Dirty Secret*) let's try something positive. #WickedWednesday's  Dreams Are Free - But Good Ones Cost Extra! was also a bit of a downer, but even as I was writing it I had the same thought Posy had: it actually has the making of a hot story.

I know you're all busy with Smut Marathon, Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, and gawd knows how many other erotic writing challenges there are out there, but if you have a moment then maybe you might like to write a hot story based on my bad dream in Dreams Are Free - But Good Ones Cost Extra!  Ignore completely my angst completely and just use the bare bones as inspiration for something naughty. And hot.

If you do write something be sure to come back and post a link in the comments below so we can all read it.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Valentine's Day's Dirty Secret*

*not sure about the grammar of today's title but let's proceed...

I think we're all aware that Valentine's Day is no picnic for the singletons who live and walk among us. While those of us who are coupled up are snuggling with our loved ones, sending cards to our special someones, and snapchatting nude selfies to our friends-with-benefits in anticipation of tonight's mandatory 'candlelit dinner for two' our solo friends will be closing the curtains, drinking wine alone, and Netflixing-not-chilling.

Yes, someone produced Zombie Valentines Day cards!
But there is a third group that doesn't make the headlines, a group that is not the stuff of amusing think pieces or fluff columns in the lifestyle section of your favorite newspaper, magazine, or blog.

That group is one I now find myself in ... one that even a year ago I couldn't have imagined myself being a part of.

Today we should spare a thought not only for our uncoupled solo friends but also for our coupled friends who are living lives of sadness and despair in sexless marriages partnerships. While our solo friends wallow in their "why me? why am I alone/still alone? will I ever find love?" misery you probably don't realize that some/many of your coupled friends have it even worse.

They have found a partner, they are in a committed relationship, but today is the day they are reminded constantly that they are not getting the sex they want. Cards will be exchanged at breakfast, professing undying love and happiness 'that I found you', and there will likely be a romantic dinner for two tonight at the local bistro, followed by... nothing.

After dinner they come home to the awkward silence. Both people know what is meant to happen next but it hasn't happened in a long time so why will anything be any different now?  Today was nice but did nothing to change anything. I know you love me, and I know I love you, and that's lovely, but... I still don't want to make love to you.

Maybe it's relatively early in your long term relationship and tonight you'll fake it, just like you did on their birthday or your anniversary. Or maybe enough time has passed that you've just accepted that you can't really be bothered and now make no attempt to hide it. Maybe your partner has finally truly accepted how you feel and also can no longer be bothered trying to go through the motions. They know you don't want to so why initiate - the charade just degrades the both of us, right?

Lesbians call it 'Lesbian Bed Death' but it's not just for lesbians - you were once both so hot in sack, and fucked at every opportunity - but now... meh.  I love you but... I'm kinda tired, maybe tomorrow?

And tomorrow stretches into the next night, and into the next night, and so on.

Pretty soon you're only doing it on special occasions, and then ... oops, how did we get here? ... you're questioning if that special occasion is really that special. You still don't want to do it, so you take the big step and... don't.

And once you take that step it's easier to do it the next time and then ... oops, how did we get here? ... you're not having sex at all.

If that sounds like I'm repeating myself then you'll know I've also made clear (in previous posts) that no-one should be obliged to have sex when they don't want to. I'm not advocating that. I'm just venting about my dysfunctional sex - I'll leave it to the sex therapists to advocate (as many do) that your libido is a muscle that needs to be exercised. Use it or lose it, they say, suggesting that sometimes even if you don't feel you want sex you might find you do once you get into it, so you should try doing it anyway and see what happens.

[There's much more to it than that, so check with Dr Google - search: 'libido - use it or lose it'. No-one is suggesting you should have sex if its painful, unwanted or nonconsensual. Do not just allow yourself to become a masturbation object for your partner to fuck simply because you think that will make your relationship less stressful.]

Anyway, what's new is that this year anxiety has set in.

What if my wife actually wants to 'make love' to me this Valentine's Day? I've become so used to us not doing it (see the tag/label Valentine's Day below for all my previous posts on the subject) (some were hot, it wasn't all bad!) that now I'm thinking "Dear god, what if she wants to? What if I can't perform - it's been so long - what if we have lousy sex and she thinks 'well, that was a waste of time, why did I bother?'. I'm so overweight now, she might regret dipping her toe back in the water?"

And that's new for me. I've gone from fearing I'll never have sex again to worrying about what if she wants me and I can't perform. I feel so old this year.

I spent most of 2018 adjusting my mindset, getting myself to accept my wife's libido was different to mine, and accepting that we simply weren't going to do it much (if at all) and that was that.

This year I've gone a step further by limiting the amount of porn/erotica I look at, and masturbating less. Originally (after realizing my sex life was dead) I allowed myself to masturbate whenever the urge took me (why should I go without just because my wife was not wanting any sexual release?) but that soon descended into bouts of self loathing. When a woman masturbates solo it's beautiful, a sight to behold. When a man does it it's sad and pathetic. She has a powerful libido that must be nurtured, whereas he's just a horny old goat who can't get any (real sex).

Yes, I know that's bullshit - but it's my reality. Something to work on for 2019 - maybe by 2020 I'll jerking off happily.

When I started this blog I would say 'we've been together 25+ years'. This year it will be 30. That's a long time to be fucking only one person - no wonder we are where we are.

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

#WickedWednesday ~ Dreams Are Free - But Good Ones Cost Extra!

I know everyone dreams, but I'm one of those people who don't remember them at all. I wake up in the morning wanting to go back to sleep, and I certainly have no memory of anything I may have dreamt of during the night. So, by and large, I don't dream.

Which is generally true, with one obvious exception.

When I have had no 'sexual release' for some time I tend to have sexual dreams.

And when I say 'sexual release' I include masturbation. The problem I'm having now could be relieved by simply jerking off, but I seriously have not had any time for any form of release at all. So I have blue balls AND a disturbed sleep pattern - all because I aint been getting any.

The dreams I'm having are not hot and sexy ones other. Scratch that, they are sexy - just not pleasant. They're so unpleasant I actually wake up before the dream can continue. I'm not an expert but I'm guessing my subconscious wakes myself up so that what happens next doesn't happen next. Even in my dreams I know that what happens next is going to happen next, I just don't want to see it.

No, I don't witness my child's death - like I said, it's a sexy dream.

Any pop psychologists among you may feel free to analyze:

I am with my wife at some sophisticated event/party, with lots of wealthy dynamic individuals, all looking very high class and glamorous.  It's a party for elites and everyone is in high spirits. As it gets later some people leave and those that stay tend to gravitate into smaller groups, in smaller rooms.

For those that stay...

Everyone is having a great time and as expected there is some sexual banter. A definite sexual frisson develops. I don't know if we're all high on designer drugs or expensive champagne but when someone suggests a threeway there is no immediate rejection of the idea. There is no acceptance either, just a 'lets see where this goes' vibe. There are about four or five people in the group, including my wife and I.

Who the threeway is comprised of becomes clear when two of the men take my wife's hand and say "shall we?"  She looks at me and I say nothing, giving her no hint as to whether I am for or against the idea. She stands up, still holding the outstretched hand and looks at me again. Her look is quizzical, but more 'are we actually doing this?' than 'do I have your permission?'

I simply shrug and give a twisted smile, indicating 'it's up to you babe'.

My wife leaves with the two men, both handsome, leaving me with the remaining couple. They look at me and then back at each other. They resume their conversation and I am politely excluded. The message is clear: there will be no threesome for us. I look up and, down the hall, my wife is turning into the bedroom...

"Are you coming?" is all she says, quietly, to me, as she disappears inside.

I get up and follow her steps, down the hall and into the room.  It's not a bedroom, but there is a chaise lounge and already I see my wife bent over, her dress hiked up over her ass,  propping herself up with her hands as one of the men enters her from behind. Yes, they are already fucking, and the second man is disrobed and positioning himself on the chaise lounge so my wife can suck his cock.

My wife does not know if I am in the room watching, or not. She is oblivious, caught up in the attentions of the two men. They are her only concern.

She is being fucked roughly and moaning loudly - her lusty pleasure is clear and genuine. The man beneath her holds his cock upright and points it at her. It's fat and long and she stoops to devour his offering hungrily. She fellates him briefly but the pounding she is getting from the first guy is too much and she releases the cock from her mouth. She takes the cock in her hand and jacks it robotically - her eyes are closed and her back is arched and she is coming already, her face clenched in an erotic grimace.

Which is when I wake up. It's usually about 6 or 6.30am, and I am awoken with a jolt. Like I said, it seems my subconscious would not allow me to see any more. My dick is hard but that's just morning wood, not because I enjoyed the dream.

This has all happened much quicker than I have described it, and in fact my dream was more just snatches of the images as detailed above. In some dreams she starts fucking the second guy after the first, in other dreams the two are just kissing and disrobing her (clearly about to fuck) before I wake up.  The waking up is always quick, like a light being switched on, and I am suddenly awake and yet feeling like shit.

So... what does all that mean? If anything?

I think I know, but I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts and ideas in the comments below first.


This post has also been submitted to Wicked Wednesday

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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

#TMITuesday : February 12, 2019 ~ The State of Happy

Hello. Start your week great with TMI Tuesday.
The State of Happy

1. Do you like where you live or do you wish you could move?
~ Very happy where we are, in our big designer home that made the cover of Big Designer Homes magazine when it was build five years ago. But now my wife tells everyone that we're going to sell it in a few  years and go and retire to our summer house by the lake - something she's never discussed with me.

2. No matter what life throws at me, I believe that I can deal with it. Agree or Disagree?
~ I agree that I will try. And I've pretty much succeeded so far. I haven't killed myself and I haven't started drinking during the day.

3. A dear friend is stuck in an unhappy relationship. What advice would you give to the friend to cope – how can they make lemonade out of lemons?
~ I have no advice. There are moments when I'm unhappy in my own relationship. I guess I'd just lend a listening ear and tell them to hang in there and enjoy the good stuff. If he or she becomes overwhelmed by the unhappiness I'd suggest they see a professional therapist.

4. Nothing of value can be learned from failure. True or False?
~ False. If you don't learn from failure you will continue to fail. Try to recognize the patterns of behavior that lead to failure and then try not to repeat them.

5. Even if you are sure about your ultimate choice, do you still ask others for advice before making an important or risky decision?
~ No/very rarely. I usually keep my own counsel. I do observe other people's behavior/actions/decisions and learn from them.

Bonus: What is the sweetest or most rewarding moment in your life?
~ There have been many sweet and rewarding moments in my life, that's why I'm still here,50+ years later!

Double Bonus: last week I did TMI Tuesday on Thursday. That's probably why you missed it. You can read about it here, it includes anal sex and stripping.

About 10 years ago we used to share gifs like these in private messages on Facebook.
It was a thing. I've found some old blog posts from that period, which I'll repost soon.


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!

Thursday, February 7, 2019

TMI Tuesday (on Thursday) : February 5, 2019 ~ Ooh's and Aah's

Welcome to the Ooh's and Aah's of it all this TMI Tuesday!
An image safe for Tumblr!

1. Do you express your sexual pleasure with moans, groans, sighs, and other noises (provided that you are actually turned on)?
a. Yes, each time I have sex (90-100% of the time).
b. Yes, on most occasions (70-89% of the time).
c. Yes, on some occasions (40-69% of the time).
d. Yes, on a few occasions (less than 40% of the time).
e. No. Never, not even when I am really turned on.

2. How comfortable are you with sex in bright light or daylight? Pick one.
a. Completely comfortable
b. Fairly comfortable
c. Somewhat comfortable/uncomfortable, depends on the partner.
d. Completely uncomfortable. I like to do it in the dark.
~ As my wife and I have got older we tend to have more 'lights off' or 'in the dark' sex. This is because my wife ... well, I can't say she's said she does not desire me physically*, but she has articulated her feelings that I am overweight many times. Well over weight (her words).
*I guess she has, but not in those exact words.

3. Is this statement True or False for you? Explain.
I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but I don’t dare for fear of being judged or ridiculed.
~ False. I enjoy talking dirty to my wife when we have sex. Lately (in recent years) as our sexlife has become dysfunctional I have tended to hold back, since I don't think my wife enjoys hearing me talk like that. I think she has a degree of self-loathing when she has sex with me. 
See the tag/label 'dirty talk' below for more posts on the subject. As you'll see... when my wife is 'in the zone' she can talk dirty with the best of them.

4. Have you ever done a striptease for a lover (impromptu or planned)? Did you enjoy it?
~ No, my wife has made it clear that I do not have the body she would like to see stripping for her. Last October she was the 'Guest Judge' for an Amateur Male Strip Contest and she certainly enjoyed that. Naturally the contestants were all over her, both pre event and on stage, and she made the most of it. All in good fun, of course.

5. How do you feel about giving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)? Pick one.
a. I enjoy it*.
b. I’m okay with it.
c. I don’t really enjoy it.
d. I don’t enjoy it at all.
e. I have never given anal sex.
f. I have never given anal sex, but would like to start.
~ *It took a while to 'get it right' (see the tag/label 'anal sex' below for more posts on the subject) and even then I'm still not sure we did 100%. We certainly haven't done it since. 

BONUS: some pretty pictures: Leone Frollo - water colours - Part 2

Double Bonus: this NSFW pic...

Image via the internet -  caption said 'Male Stripper Hens Night' - I didn't know they were so XXXX now!

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!

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Leone Frollo - water colours - Part 2

Leone Frollo (born 9 April 1931 in Venice) is an Italian comic book artist.
Frollo debuted in 1948 with a western comic called Sui Grandi Laghi ("On Great Lakes"). From 1958 to 1968, he worked for London agency Fleetway, doing war stories. After that, until the mid-1980s he did works in several genres, including fantasy and horror, but specially erotic comics. His main work in the erotic genre in this period is Biancaneve (based on Snow White), Lucifera and Yra, which he did for Edifumetto.
After 1987, he changed his style and drew some series for the French market: Malicieusement FemmesMona Street and DivaMona Street, the erotic adventures of a young American lady, just graduated from college in Boston, set in the first decade of the 20th century, was Frollo's last comic work.
After abandoning comics, Frollo dedicated himself to erotic work, doing illustrations on paper with watercolour, pencil, and pastels. Below are a number of sketches he did in watercolor.

(Click the Leone Frollo tag/label below to see more of his work)