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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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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The Artist – Part Three

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The current Kink of the Week theme is ‘Threesomes’.

This post has been named ‘The Artist – Part Three’,  as I previously published the drawings that were produced  in previous Sinful Sunday posts.  Part one and Part two.

I have  written before about a threesome experience in The GP, which happened after our meeting with the artist. I chose to write about the GP first,  as I found it to be the more sensuous of the two encounters.

We arranged to visit the artist at his home on the other side of the Pennines on a Tuesday morning in September last year. I was both nervous and excited, but I was also suffering with a nagging abdominal pain, which had been present for a week or so. I didn’t want to cancel as  our meeting had taken some time to set up and could take a long time to reschedule. Due to distance and the fact that the primary reason for visiting was for me to pose for the artist, we had not met him before. So neither of us had any idea of what to  expect other than what we had seen of him in his photo online. But the fact that there would be some sexual shenanigans was a given.

When we arrived, we had a drink and a brief chat about how the artist worked with his models and how he went about his drawing. We went up to his attic studio and he showed us some of his previous work and asked if we had any preferences for poses. He said he preferred to draw while naked as he felt more comfortable and it usually made the model feel more at ease if we were both in the same state of undress.  I was fine with that and S was in agreement and volunteered to strip,off too, so we would all be naked. And so we did. Me laying on the artist’s studio bed, posing in a variety of positions. S, sitting, watching, on a chair and the artist, behind his drawing board, studiously sketching me. It felt very surreal and an unusual way to spend a Tuesday morning.

I found the posing quite relaxing and it was not necessary for me to keep very still.  Provided that I was in the general position,  a bit of movement was fine.  I posed in various ways, while we all chatted comfortably. After an hour or so, it was time for a break and while I went to the bathroom, S and the artist discussed what would happen next. It was decided that the artist would sketch both S  and myself. S massaged my breasts while I sat between his legs. He then moved to sit in front of me and gave me a yoni massage.  I found it difficult to relax completely and enjoy the attentions of S, knowing that our intimate acts were being studied and drawn.  But the end results were excellent and captured our intimacy well.

The drawing part of the meeting was now over and it was time to get down to other things! The artist sat behind me  to massage my breasts while S massaged my pussy. Again, I found it hard to relax completely, which I put down to  the environment and having the attention of two men for the first time. Plus the abdominal pain was still gnawing away at me. S decided to use his tongue on me instead and eventually I did orgasm.

I performed a lingam massage on the artist while S watched, which provides him with immense pleasure. It felt quite odd handling another cock in this way after being used to the familiarity of S. Tantric massage was a new experience for the artist too. He seemed to be enjoying himself though and was getting obvious pleasure from the occasional glance at S playing with his own cock. The guys then swapped places and the artist enjoyed watching S getting the lingam treatment. I massaged his cock for around 30 minutes before he, too, came hard and fast.

And that was that, we got dressed and left. The whole experience, although enjoyable,  felt a bit business-like to be honest.  We were there for a purpose and once the task was done,  we were on our way home.  I came away thinking I could take it or leave a threesome experience.  One contributory factor is that we did not meet the artist on neutral ground beforehand. Having ‘the measure’ of a third person beforehand makes me more comfortable, although in spontaneous situations (ie in clubs) this is more difficult.  Although it was an enjoyable experience, it lacked the intimacy and sensuousness of our encounter with the GP, which is why I chose to write about the GP first.

It’s great to introduce a bit of variety and embrace new experiences, but, for me, keeping these experiences as an occasional adventure is ideal. We plan to meet both the artist and the GP again, and maybe the other occasional guy (or girl). But, as the time I spend with S is limited, we both prefer to have just the two of us first and foremost.

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Hair – Kink of the Week

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Kink of the Week September 1-15: Hair

We have done pubic hair so I thought maybe we should also talk about the hair on our heads. For future reference we will also do other body hair.

Long hair, short hair, bald heads, curly, straight, wavy, blonde, red, black, brown, dyed, bangs (fringe for the UK’ers) tied up, let loose. I could go on and on with words that describe hair but you get the picture. Our hair is as varied and different as we are and it rarely stays the same throughout our lives. How we have our hair changes with time, mood, fashions, health and sometimes even wealth. Just as how we style our hair can change, so can how we feel about it.

Is hair in any way shape or form a kink for you? Could be your own or your partners? Maybe you have a thing for really long hair, is gender specific or is your love of hair more important than someones genitals? Do you have a kink for your own hair? Perhaps you have a specific style that you do to portray a certain personality or role, such a fierce tight bun to make you look like a school mistress, or girly pigtails when you are feeling ‘little’. We have already done pigtails as a kink of their own but if that is your thing feel free to cover it for this topic.

Do you love having your hair touched? Is there something so sensual about a lover running their fingers through your hair that just does it for you? Or maybe you like things a bit rough. What about hair pulling? Fuck yes or hell no? Of course maybe you are the hair puller? What is it about grabbing a handful of locks and using it to control them that presses your buttons?

 

I saw a few posts about the latest KOTW subject of hair on my Twitter timeline and I initially dismissed writing a contribution. But, today, I remembered that there are a couple of things about hair that get me going… I love to run my hand the wrong way over freshly-shaven/cropped male hair. It has to be a new cut though. A day or two of growth doesn’t give quite the same feeling. I start with my hand at the nape of his neck and very gently skim my hand up the back of his head just gently catching the hair on the palm of my hand until I reach the crown. If the top has also been cut as short, I do the same starting from the front of the head.  The velvety spikiness sends tingles through me and I definitely get a kick out of it – if only for a day or two. I also find the whole close-shaven look on men very sexy. It can make the nicest man look quite menacing, but I find that very appealing.

I find grey hair on a man very alluring. And I don’t mean I’m into octogenarians. Grey hair looks so distinguished and suave and, for me, there’s always a bit of cheeky charm associated with it.  So guys, forget the Grecian 2000! Grow grey gracefully; you never know who is lusting after you!

My own hair is one of the features of my body that I am very happy with. It is naturally very straight and thick. My hair tends to be the first thing that people notice about me and I receive many compliments.   When I was much younger. I wanted all manner of wayout styles – all of which were impossible to achieve as any attempt to curl my hair would last about a minute before it pinged back to being poker-straight.  Nowadays, I feel very blessed to have such thick, straight hair and am acutely aware that many people spend ages each morning trying to straighten their hair! I wear my hair in a bob, which is a style that suits the shape of my face and I am lucky in that I don’t have to blow-dry it into shape. I can just wash it and leave it to dry naturally and it will fall into style. I can honestly say that bed-hair is not something I have experienced and in the morning my hair generally looks the same as when I went to bed.  I also love the colour of my hair, which is naturally black, although it needs a bit of assistance with that these days…

 

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My Ladygarden

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Back in the 1970’s the big full bush of pubic hair on both men and women really was the norm but times change and fashions come and go and with that so has pubic hair. I think if you really had a huge pubic hair fetish the last 10 – 15 years must have been a terrible time because pubes, especially on women, seemed to have all but vanished. However in the last year or so it seems to be making a bit of a come (growth) back.

So lets talk about pubic hair. What about your own pubes, do you love them or hate them? Are you all about the clean smooth look? Do you shave, wax, or something else? Maybe you are somewhere in the middle, not a full bush but not completely gone either, neatly trimmed, partial shave? Does your partners preference effect how you keep your pubic hair. Is there something about your pubes, or lack of, that you find insanely hot?

How about on others; Do you love to run your fingers through a lovers pubic hair, maybe give it a little twist or pull or maybe you prefer it when things are smooth and bare? Is the presence of pubes a deal breaker when it comes to oral sex or maybe it is the icing on the cake? Have you ever asked a partner to change their pubic hair styling to suit your preferences? Have you ever shaved a partner or been shaved by your partner, seriously hot or not?

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Let’s Get Our Kink On and talk about Pubic hair

I like to keep my pubic hair trimmed. I am not particularly fond of the completely shaved look on myself, as I have naturally black hair and very pale skin. This combination means that even with the closest shave I would still be sporting tiny black dots and my pussy would probably resemble a plucked chicken.

I do, however, shave the area around the labia as I find that this is fairly easy to do and I love the smooth and silky feeling that it leaves. I am always full of trepidation in case of any little nicks and cuts but, so far, I have managed to avoid a bloodbath. I never use a brand-new blade in this area though, as I think that could result in a nasty accident were one of the fleshy lips to be inadvertently caught by the razor. I also use a tiny pair of scissors to trim any loose ends that I can feel. I would like to say that I shape the hair on top, but I think it is fairer to say that I run the razor around the sides and over my mound until I have something that looks reasonably neat and tidy. The area of hair left ends up being quite small, as I have a tendency to keep hacking away, trying to tidy it just a bit more… If I keep to this routine on a weekly basis, the area is easy to maintain and the regrowth seems to be minimal, which makes the job easier.

I am very conscious of being neat and trimmed when having sex. This worry has impacted on me enjoying the moment, as I have been guilty of wondering if I have shaved my undercarriage properly rather than concentrating on what else is going on. Although, I am more relaxed about this lately.

I have an epilator, which I use on my legs. For someone who is not into any kind of pain, I don’t  mind the feeling of this on my lower legs. However, I have never tried it around my bikini area and the thought of doing  so makes me feel a bit weak and wobbly. And not in a good way.

I am not particularly bothered what other people do with their pubic hair. I do quite like hairy men  but a little trim downstairs is always noticed and appreciated.

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Nipple Play: Kink of the Week #1 & Boobday #5

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This is the first time I have taken part in ‘Kink of the Week’, and the subject of nipple play is a perfect subject to start with. And it coincides with Boobday too!

Having my nipples played with is one of my biggest pleasures and a guaranteed way to turn me on. My nipples are incredibly sensitive and respond very quickly to being sucked, licked, flicked, nibbled, squeezed, rubbed etc.I like a good firm touch  – no delicate and dainty stroking please. But, no hard biting or very rough pinching, either. I don’t experience pleasure from pain,  A strong and firm touch will do just fine.

I can stand any amount of nipple play as it really does drive me wild and more so when I can watch a partner flicking their tongue around my nipple or see their hands squeezing the hard pink flesh. I love to observe their enjoyment and concentration as I become more and more aroused. I have never orgasmed through nipple play alone, but I feel I come very close to it. If my clit is touched at the same time, it is absolutely mind-blowing and guaranteed to elicit a powerful orgasm. One other thing about having my nipples touched is that it makes me very wet. Incredibly so, in fact.

My nipples are usually quite prominent and I have received many comments and compliments over the years. .I was recently told ‘you have fantastic nipples and it’s obvious what they are thinking’!

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I have never encountered a man who experiences the same level of arousal and enjoyment from having their nipples played with.  I would love to see a man driven crazy with pleasure from nipple play  and it seems a shame that they don’t seem to experience the level of arousal that women generally do . But, of course, that is compensated for by the enjoyment they experience from playing with women’s nipples. And, I will never complain about that!

 

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