Red Hot

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I adore the colour red and red comes in many shades, so this recent image of me modelling a very sexy babydoll for a lingerie review seems perfect to share for Sinful Sunday.

See more pictures here of my review of  theLovehoney Plus Size Moonlight Black Plunge Babydoll Set for the Cara Sutra Pleasure Panel.

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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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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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Greedy Girls

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Back in February, S and I decided to visit the swinging club we have been to a number of times.  This visit was specifically to attend a ‘Greedy Girls’ event, which is regularly held. Our visit was out of curiosity rather than being for me to participate, although it’s important to keep an open mind on these things…

I really wasn’t sure what to expect. The image that kept flashing through my mind was one of a Benny Hill-type romp, but with the men being chased by the women instead of the other way around.

I am always quite nervous before our swinging club visits, even though I know that I am in control and what I do is up to me. This was our sixth visit to a club and out of all those visits, we hadn’t seen anyone else, other than ourselves, having sex. I was certain that this would not be the case on this visit.

When we arrived, there were two guys waiting to be admitted. We stood behind them and I felt quite uncomfortable and stared at the floor thinking they were probably wondering if I would be a greedy girl that day.

Eventually, we were admitted and went into the couples’/ladies’ changing room. There were a few ladies on their own getting changed into various items of lingerie and touching up their make up. I opted for covering myself up with the towel provided by the club; I hadn’t considered dressing sexily and didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

We went out into the main area of the club and it was immediately obvious there were many more people there than we had seen on our previous visits. There were more women than I had expected, but there were a lot of men prowling about. 

We went downstairs as I wanted to look at the sex swing, which was in the dungeon.  It was only my curiosity on this occasion and there was no chance of me providing any entertainment on it.  Given how busy it was upstairs, it was very quiet downstairs. We went to explore the other rooms and I noticed a few guys had come downstairs since we had. Presumably, they were hoping for some action, but no words were spoken, just a few furtive glances thrown in our direction. Just as we were about to go back upstairs, one of the staff members came through giving a tour of the club to a new member. I couldn’t help overhearing the commentary, which was very similar to that of an estate agent.

We went back upstairs to get a drink and settled in to observe our surroundings.  I noticed that most of the ladies present were sitting at the bar, some in matching lingerie, some in exotic outfits and some just in knickers. Many of the guys were in boxers or tiny budgie smugglers; this was something I hadn’t seen before as on all our previous visits, everyone was wrapped in towels. Obviously, undress to impress was the order of the day. S went off to the loo and I carried on observing the surroundings. I looked up to see him returning and at the same time noticed a guy approaching me from the other direction. S reached me first. The other guy just sat at the other end of the settee and didn’t say a word. I glanced over at him a few times but there was no response. S and I had a kiss and cuddle and after a short time became aware of eyes on us. S commented that we had company. I looked up and a younger guy was sat in the chair directly opposite, just staring. Again, no attempt at communicating was made.

We decided to go downstairs to a private room. We found one that was vacant and closed the door. I then realised that we had come into a room with a window and there were three faces peering in. We opened the door and I told the guys that I wasn’t comfortable being on public view. Yet again, not a word from any of them. I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable with the way guys were conducting themselves. It was a real contrast to our first visit here where all the guys we encountered were very chatty and friendly as soon as we walked in.

We found another room and locked the door. Within a few minutes, we heard a female and a male voice chatting outside in the public area. Then the talking turned into grunts and groans. Then lots of ‘oh yeahs’ from the female. And the sound of body parts slapping together. The moans and groans got louder then abruptly stopped and normal conversation ensued. Then it all started again.  Presumably with a different guy.  Neither of us could concentrate on what we were doing. Not through being turned on or aroused by the sound of what going on outside, more through being put off our respective strides.  Although seeing what was going on rather than just hearing might have been more of a turn on.   I couldn’t help feeling that the female’s noises of pleasure weren’t completely genuine. It sounded as if it was being switched on and off again for effect very quickly. After another few repetitions, all went quiet outside. We were ready to venture out by this time and outside we found one solitary guy. Presumably waiting in hope.

We decided it was time to leave and went to get a shower. We passed the couples’ room which we had made use of on our first time at this club. It was obvious that this was where all the action presently was. Normally, only couples are permitted in this room and single guys have to watch from the viewing room or the window (I have written about our experience in the couples’ room). Not so on greedy girls’ day! There were two girls on the large bed area and both were on  all fours.  One was being pounded by a guy kneeling behind her; I suspect she was the girl we heard earlier judging by the noises she was making. The other was sucking one guy’s cock and was pushing herself back onto another guy, who was standing in front of the bed. The bed was surrounded by around 15-20 guys all rhythmically wanking and mesmerised by the scene on the bed. And, it was completely silent apart from the continuing ‘oh yeahs’ from the bed.  I was weirdly fascinated by the guys wanking silently in formation. It was almost as if it was some strange cult ritual. I guess many were hoping that their turn would be next and some were just happy to be voyeurs and wank alongside the next guy. I asked S if he would have stood there with his fellow men, wanking away. He said not.

I am completely in awe of sexually empowered women who have the confidence to take part and enjoy themselves in situations like this. Would I be one of the girls on the bed fucking one man after another? It’s unlikely. As much as I would love to have the confidence to perform to that level, it is not really me. However, I will certainly consider more intimate encounters and had some of the guys actually spoken with us, they might have had an invitation to watch in private…. And, maybe I’ll shed the towel in favour of something more sexy next time!

I’d love to hear if you would be a greedy girl. Or would you join in with the silence of the wankers!

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