Turning Fifty

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Tomorrow, I turn fifty.

I can’t believe I am going to be fifty. I remember the fiftieth birthdays of my parents and my gran, and thinking how old they seemed.

I feel youthful and I know that I do not look my age. For that, I am grateful. It’s the thought of actually being fifty that is troubling me.

I had no issue with becoming forty. I was looking forward to it, as this really was supposed to be ‘the year that life began’, as the saying goes. In addition to reaching a landmark age, I was getting married and qualifying into a profession I had spent many years as a mature student studying and training for. Neither the marriage nor the profession turned out as expected. A few years later I developed a serious health issue that required many operations, which has changed the course of my life. My forties, so far, had not been the happy and successful time I had anticipated.

Soon after my last major operation, my sexual reawakening began. I was 46. My alter ego, Miss Scarlet, appeared. As my confidence grew, I embarked on a series of sexual adventures, none of which proved to be anything special. That was until last year, when I met my beloved S, who has bought me so much happiness and changed my life for the better in so many ways.

I am entering this next decade with much to look forward to and I keep telling myself fifty is the new forty.

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Aged forty-nine!

 

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Sinful Sunday

The Photographer

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For the last Sinful Sunday I posted an image that was taken as part of an erotic photo session with a professional photographer.  To follow is an account of our evening with the photographer.

We arranged to meet the photographer one warm and sunny evening in early July. Initially, the evening was a bit mysterious, as we were asked to meet him in a car park. The idea was that we would follow him to the studio. We hadn’t met him previously, which made us both slightly apprehensive. Our fears were unfounded, as he arrived exactly at the time agreed.  When I saw him through the car window,  I became nervous, as the reality of him seeing us both naked hit me.

Once we were inside the studio, following the short drive, the photographer showed us around and explained more about about the session and the equipment he used. He was very keen to reassure us that we would be given the only memory card he would be using, so there was no worry that our photos would be used without our knowledge or permission. We saw him insert the card into his camera and he showed us that there were no other cards being used.

He asked me to sit on the sofa and directed me through a series of casual sitting poses while he altered the lights and camera settings. After he had taken around ten images, he asked me to adjust my dress so I was showing a bit of cleavage. Gradually, my cleavage became more and more exposed. He then asked me to kneel on the sofa, facing backwards and pull my dress up to show my bum.  Next, he asked me to remove my dress. He took various images of me standing and then asked me to get on the sofa where he took several images of me in various positions.  It was then time for S to come and join me. We posed for a number of shots where we were embracing each other. S was then asked to sit on the sofa and we posed for a variety of images. The photographer then directed me to kneel on the floor in front of S so he could snap me playing with S’s cock.  S then stood up and I sucked his cock while kneeling in front of him.

The final pictures taken were of me lying on the floor, with S sitting between my thighs and caressing my legs and pussy. The photographer took a few shots, moving in to get some close-ups. He then asked if he could join in. I said of course he could; it was always going to be a ‘hands on’ session.

He bent down to my left breast and began eagerly sucking my nipple before moving across to do the same to the other one. S continued to massage my pussy. After a few minutes, the photographer decided to move down and assist S by finger-fucking me. S moved up to concentrate on my nipples, while the photographer turned his attention to licking my clit.  I do like the attentions of two men, so it wasn’t long before I orgasmed.

I asked the photographer if he had ever received a lingam massage, which he hadn’t. He alluded to the fact that his cock might not work, but he would like to give it a go. He removed his clothes and, given his remark, I was surprised to see that he was quite hard. I poured baby oil over his cock and balls and gently started to massage it in using various lingam massage techniques. He struggled to maintain his erection, fluctuating between semi-hard and flaccid. After 30 minutes we conceded that the massage probably wasn’t going to work. I felt somewhat awkward as I hadn’t managed to get him hard and I was also conscious that he was probably feeling the same way.

He explained that erectile dysfunction was a long-standing problem and that Viagra and similar products don’t generally work for him. He went on to tell us that he was due to try a new treatment, which is a self-administered injection.

S enjoys watching me pleasuring other men however, on this occasion, despite having taken a little blue pill just before the photo session, he failed to get hard too, so the only orgasm was mine. During the afternoon, I spent a couple of hours edging him to the brink of orgasm (without the assistance of a little blue pill), so he would be ‘fighting fit’ for the photo shoot. However, we edged a little too far and the explosive orgasm he had seemed to stop things working later on. However, he did jump into life once we were back at the hotel.

I could have altered the details of my experience slightly so that there were  happy endings all round. But, I like to portray my experiences honestly. Sex doesn’t always go as planned and erectile dysfunction is an issue for many men. Happily, though, there are ways of dealing with it.

Returning to he photography, I felt quite relaxed during the shoot and wasn’t conscious of being naked at all.  When I first saw the photos I was a bit dismayed to see exactly how fat I am. Certainly fatter than I think I look in the mirror at home.  But, I did tell the photographer that I wanted a body-positive  photo session. Some of the photos are more flattering than others and my facial expressions in a few aren’t that attractive. The photos have been provided ‘full exposure, so we can edit them and apply filters as we wish. I am also aware that I probably didn’t pose in the right way to show my body in the best light. But, I guess if we had paid for a professional shoot we would only receive the best images and the poorer shots would be deleted.  I didn’t really feel ‘sexy’ when the photos were being taken, so that is probably reflected in the images.  But, we have all said it would be great to repeat the experience, so, next time, I shall push my boobs and bum out with pride!

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Review of Ann Summers Rampant Rabbit The Bendy One

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I’ve been having fun testing the Ann Summers Rampant Rabbit The Bendy One for the Cara Sutra Pleasure Panel

My favourite rabbit vibrator recently died and despite trying a couple of others, I have yet to find one that lives up to the performance of my dear departed bunny. So, I was delighted to get the opportunity to try out the Ann Summers Rampant Rabbit The Bendy One from annsummers.com for the Pleasure Panel.

See the full review here