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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Private Eyes
Brittle
Lust Highway

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

I love a man in a suit
Church Smells, Beliefs and Fornication

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

The House Next Door

 

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Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Feelings about bisexuality
On scheduling sex
Reasons I Didn’t Orgasm That Aren’t About You

Erotic Non-Fiction

Wet on the Washer
Smack
Alice Takes a Spanking
The GP – Part Two

Erotic Fiction

Rope Tattoo
Poseidon
Taking the Lead
Rites of Passage ~ Part 4
Home
Spanking Desires
How Could I Resist
Summer Smoke
Angel on My Shoulder

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Marks are Memories on the Skin
Him. His cane
Being Naked
A Prickly Situation
Collars in bdsm: Where did they come from?

Poetry

Secret
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Sex News ,Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

“What Were You Wearing?”

 

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Why I Love Handjobs

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Handjobs are magical. The way in which a few simple hand and wrist movements can transform a limp, flaccid organ into a proud, erect cock is truly amazing. A handjob is so versatile and can be adapted to circumstances or time available.

Handjobs feature a great deal in my relationship with S and are an act that I adore performing and get a great deal of pleasure from.

One of the ways I give a handjob is to combine it with a blowjob. I lie alongside S, with my head on his stomach, which is a huge turn-on for him. I start by pouring a small amount of baby oil onto his cock and let it run slowly down. I thoroughly massage the oil into his balls before moving my attention to his cock. I squeeze and stretch it, just the way he likes it. Once he starts to respond, I grip the shaft firmly and move my hand up very slowly until I reach the tip. I then slowly move my hand back down, lingering to run my thumb over his frenulum. After a few repetitions, I concentrate purely on the shaft by massaging and squeezing very firmly. When he starts to moan, I bend my head and suck and lick his cock. When it looks as if he is going to come, I pause for a few moments and start again. And then again and again. When I it’s time for him to come, I concentrate on his frenulum. A few strokes and he cannot hold back any longer. I keep rubbing, delighting at the warm stream erupting from his cock.  I continue to rub the same spot after he has ejaculated, which sees him juddering and convulsing in ecstasy for several moments.   Seeing and hearing the pleasure that S experiences from a simple handjob is immensely satisfying for me.

It’s not always possible to spend as much time as we would like to engaged in long and sensual  carnal pursuits. Sometimes, we have to make the most of our surroundings and any opportunities that arise. Otherwise known as a bit of car action. The car action mainly occurs following a lunchtime meeting in a pub. The first time we took advantage of a pub car park was completely spontaneous. The car was parked on the far side of the car park with no other cars nearby; from this position I could keep an eye on anyone nearby. I reached over and started to feel S’s cock through his jeans. He didn’t need any encouragement and positioned himself so I could easily get access to his cock. When giving a car handjob I end up using my left hand instead of my right, so it’s a little tricky to get the correct wrist movement. However, once in the rhythm, this is not too much of a problem.  Given the location, a car handjob is usually a quick act as I don’t tease him as I would usually. I concentrate on the movements that I know will get a quick result. I love that I get to see his reactions from a different angle. I also like the exhibitionistic element of it, which is definitely a turn on.

Giving a lingam massage is basically a handjob with two hands, but so much more than a quick up and down of the wrist. The ways in which a cock can be massaged to bring pleasure are endless. However, I will write in more detail on this particular area another time.

 

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The GP – Part Two

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Back in February, S and I met with the GP for the second time. An account of our previous meeting is here.

We planned to arrive at the hotel at least half an hour before the GP was due, so we could get comfortable and settle my slight nervousness. As it turned out, we were delayed and were in the room for around ten minutes before the GP called to say he had arrived.  S told him which room we were in and we waited for a knock on the door.

As was the case last time, I was in a dilemma as to whether I should be dressed, in my underwear or naked. I opted for sitting on the bed in my underwear. Being naked seemed a bit full on and being dressed seemed over the top. However, I do like the idea of being completely undressed by two men!

The knock at the door came a few minutes later. S greeted the GP, who came over and embraced me. He got undressed, during which time we all made polite conversation. I’m not sure how one is supposed to behave in that situation really. Although very sexually confident, the GP is a quiet and respectful man.

Once he was naked, the GP walked towards the bed. I noticed that his cock was very erect and bounced up and down as he approached. Last time we met, I felt too embarrassed to look at it. Not so this time.

S removed my bra and the GP slid my knickers down and over my legs. S poured baby oil onto my breasts and started to massage it in, while the GP did the same to my legs. He expertly manipulated my calf and thigh muscles, with incredibly deep movements that  made me wince yet were pleasurable and left me craving the next sensation. Meanwhile S kneaded my breasts equally as expertly, concentrating on my nipples – this is guaranteed to send me into waves of ecstasy. I started squirming and moaning, which the GP took as a signal to move his attention to my very wet pussy. He dripped the oil on from a height and thoroughly rubbed it in, concentrating on my clit, which by now was very swollen.  I knew he would be keen to get his tongue around my clit and he commented how enticing it looked. The combination of S playing with my nipples and the GP’s probing tongue bought me to an incredibly explosive orgasm within a couple of minutes.

Once I had composed myself, I gave the GP a lingam massage while S watched. I sat on the bed between the GP’s legs and gently massaged oil into his long and slender cock while admiring his lean, teak-coloured body.

He quickly responded to my touch and groaned and squirmed with pleasure as his cock grew harder. He stopped me when he was close to orgasm, as he did on our previous meeting. I would have liked him to experience an orgasm as a result of a lingam massage, but he wanted to save himself to fuck me.

S had asked me beforehand if there was anything I would like to try during our threesome. I was keen to experience being fucked from behind while giving a blowjob, so it was agreed that a spit-roast was on the menu.

I warmed S up by giving him a lingam massage. However, it became evident that the GP was quite restless, as he was prowling around the bed rather than sitting and watching me pleasure S. He decided to come and stand behind me and fondle my breasts. He kept trying to kiss me too, which was distracting and not completely welcome as I was trying to focus on S. S was conscious that I was being distracted so turned his attention to me. I gave in and let the two of them get me aroused again. This time my ever-faithful bullet was bought out to give me another mind-blowing orgasm.

After this unexpected interlude, I quickly got S hard again and changed my position. I knelt on the bed and started sucking his cock. The GP put on a condom and slid his cock into me with ease. He started to thrust into me with very deep and fast movements. His thrusting became very painful and I asked him to be a bit gentler. He obliged and I relaxed, starting to enjoy the sensation of being fucked from behind while sucking S’s cock. S was quite obviously enjoying the experience too and kept opening his eyes to watch what was going on in front of him. The GP came first and was immediately followed by S.

I was ready for a rest by then and we laid on the bed all quite content after our respective orgasms. S reached over to start kissing me and the GP moved to my other side. I reached down to fondle the GP’s cock. However, despite my efforts he could not get hard again. He explained that he had an issue in his professional life that was causing him a great deal of anguish and stress. This accounted for his earlier unrest and inability to sit down and watch S and me.  Of course, we understood but he decided to leave at that point.

It was a wonderful and sensual experience and we did go on to meet him again a few months later…

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Red Coat, No Knickers

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I’ve not been blogging very much lately. However, when I saw that the latest Kink of the Week subject was ‘going commando’, I knew that this was one I couldn’t miss writing about.

To be blunt, I adore not wearing any knickers. I love the feeling of having a saucy secret and the sense of doing something a bit cheeky. I find it exhilarating and liberating. Not to mention being a turn on too.

Going knickerless is something I do only when wearing a skirt or dress. It wouldn’t be the same in jeans or trousers. For me, that would miss the point completely.
When I wear a skirt or dress and meet S, the first thing that he does is feel my bottom through the material to see if I am wearing any knickers. He knows that the answer is usually no. He gets a kick out of it too and, of course, it gives a chance for a cheeky feel.

I love the thrill of having an opportunity for a quick flash, in the right circumstances. An unexpected flash isn’t such a thrill as I found out recently.
S and I had planned to stay at a beautiful country hotel for one night. At the last minute, I decided to meet him dressed only in my coat, stockings and shoes. Consequently, I had rushed to get ready and not taken much notice of what I was wearing.

I knew he would find it a big turn on and I would get a thrill out of it too.

I carried my overnight bag to the main road to meet him, which involved a walk up several steep steps. My coat was long so I felt covered up enough in case I bumped into any neighours. S was in his car waiting for me. I opened the back door to put my bag on the back seat and felt a blast of air around my rear, as a gust of wind caught my coat. Whoops, I thought. I hadn’t intended to flash my bum off to the world, especially in the area where I live. My coat was long, the wind would only have lifted it slightly. So I thought.

I got in the car and S asked immediately if I was naked under my coat. How well he knows me. He got very excited during the journey knowing I was naked under my coat and his left hand was constantly exploring.

We drove to the hotel and parked in the car park, which was at the back of the hotel. As we walked around to the entrance at the front of the hotel, there was quite a strong wind . I felt cold air on my bottom and reached round to stop my coat blowing up. S exclaimed that my bottom was completely exposed. To my horror I remembered only at that moment that my coat had a long vent at the back. Not only had my bottom been exposed in the hotel grounds, it had been flashed on the main road and, worst of all, I had walked up the steep steeps near my house with the vent flapping. I had been oblivious.

I was then subjected to the embarrassment of trying to ensure my coat didn’t part at the back and show my bum to the hordes of people in the reception area while we were checking in.I sat on a chair and then walked to the lift clutching the back of my coat firmly to me.

We did have a good laugh about it later, but I was horrified initially to think my bottom had been flashed to my neighbourhood. We also took a few pictures in the hotel for a scavenger hunt post here.

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