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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The Curious Case of Trigger Warnings
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PLEASING THE MISTRESS
Reader Q&A: Dominant women struggle, turn-ons
Chastity Questions
Not every hole is a goal

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A Picture is Worth…
Morning Stretch
Lovemaking Almost Too Brilliant To Describe
The GP
I Want
Indescribable Pleasure
Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

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Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
The Silent Treatment
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Three in a Stall
Schoolgirl Uniform
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The Letter C

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The prompt for this week’s Sinful Sunday is ‘The Letter C’.

C is for…  many things which occurred before, during and after this photo ….

Champagne

Caresses

Cock

Chocolate

Climax

Copulation

Clit

Cunnilingus

Cuddles

Cum

Cunt

Covers

Happy New Year!

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The GP

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I have written before about my desire for a threesome with two men and also about my lover’s eagerness to see me engaged in sexual activity with another man.

We were contacted by the GP  during late August and were both very impressed with his initial message and his online profile. We exchanged a few messages and he came across as polite, respectful and sensual. All essential qualities as far as I was concerned. Due to holidays spread over the next month or so, it was the end of September before we were able to meet for a coffee. He was exactly as he came across in his messages. Polite, charming, unassuming and very quietly spoken and respectful. We had a very frank and open conversation about our prior experiences, expectations and what we enjoyed doing. An hour or so seemed enough time to form an opinion and we said we would discuss the matter between us and get back to him. He messaged us within an hour saying how much he enjoyed meeting us both and hoped that we would have an opportunity to meet up soon.  We both felt comfortable with him and suggested a date in October  when we would be free to meet.

We arrived at the hotel half an hour before the GP was due, so S could give me a sensual, relaxing back massage to help me get in the mood. Just after 12.30pm, he called to say he had arrived. S gave him the room number and we awaited the knock at the door. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I put my underwear back on as it seemed a bit too much to greet him with both S and I being naked. How should I position myself? Sit, stand or lie on the bed trying to look seductive and sexy? I decided to just sit back against the pillows.  What was the etiquette for the opening few minutes? Did we make polite conversation or get stuck straight in?  I needn’t have worried. S took charge when the inevitable knock at the door came. He thanked the GP for coming and said to get undressed straightaway. I felt a little awkward and didn’t know where to look.  Once the GP had undressed, he came over to embrace me. I could see in my peripheral vision that he had an erection, but I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at it. S suggested that we start with them both massaging me. S massaged my arms, shoulders and breasts while the GP concentrated on my legs. I was blown away by the intensity of his touch; he clearly knew how to manipulate the muscles in my legs. It took my concentration away from the pleasure of  having my breasts massaged at the same time, which really does say something as that is one of my biggest pleasures.

The two of them then swapped places. The GP concentrated on my breasts while S stroked and massaged my pussy. It felt very strange leaning back against another man and feeling a much softer and lighter touch on my breasts than I was used to. S asked if the GP would like to swap places again, adding that he could use his tongue if he wanted to.  The GP took his time and spent a while exploring my pussy with his fingers before changing position.  He ran his tongue all around my lips and cunt while S played with my nipples, tugging them firmly. He then moved his attention to my swollen clit, clearly enjoying the wetness and my heightened state of arousal. A few flicks of his expert tongue combined with having my nipples squeezed by S resulted in an incredibly powerful orgasm that left me trembling. Both S and the GP were delighted and clearly very aroused at the effect their combined efforts had had on me.

S suggested I should give the GP a lingam massage. He lay down and I positioned myself between his legs. I  poured baby oil gently over his cock and balls and set to. I massaged him for around half an hour bringing him to the edge of orgasm a number of times. S was obviously getting much pleasure from watching while playing with his (own) cock.  The GP stopped me just before I felt he was ready to come, which was a shame as  I wanted to see the reaction when he eventually orgasmed after the lingam massage. He evidently wanted to extend his pleasure for a while longer.

Now it was the turn of S. He lay down while the GP sat and observed while I spent a pleasurable thirty minutes performing my lingam skills. S did allow me to bring him to orgasm and had no qualms about showing the extent of his pleasure.

While S went to the bathroom, I sat back against the pillows. The GP stood up from his chair and got on the bed to kiss me. He was clearly very aroused and I instinctively reached out to play with his cock. S returned and joined in by teasing my nipples with his tongue.  The GP slipped a condom on and pushed his erect cock in my very wet cunt while S continued to play with my breasts.  Feeling the GP’s cock inside me and seeing the satisfaction on his face while enjoying and watching S  concentrating on my breasts was the ultimate pleasure. The GP obviously had similar feelings, which were made evident when he orgasmed very loudly a little while later.

I lay down next to S and we had a kiss and cuddle. The GP returned from the bathroom and lay on the other side of me gently caressing my body while S was kissing me. His fingers found their way to my pussy and he expressed his amazement at how wet I still was, which had been a constant presence throughout and a source of lighthearted amusement.  S passed him my little silver bullet vibrator and between the two of them they bought me orgasm again. After this, we lay there for a while chatting and basking in the satisfying afterglow which comes from giving and receiving sexual pleasure. It all flowed very naturally and both S and the GP continued to caress and kiss me afterwards.

It was soon back onto more vigorous activity – for me anyway. S thought it would be fun for me to give a lingam message to both him and the GP simultaneously. They lay down side by side while I knelt between them. I poured baby oil over their cocks and balls  and started to gently massage. The massage ended up being a handjob rather than a proper lingam massage given I could only use one hand for each. But there were no complaints!  I gently played with each of them and found it quite an amazing experience to  watch their simultaneous reactions. To see their eyes opening and closing with each movement of my hands; to hear their gasps and groans of pleasure and to see the visible enjoyment and gratification on their faces. And to see the contrast between their beautiful, but very different,  bodies.  It was also delightful to see them both looking over at the reactions of the other from time to time.  The GP came first, closely followed by S. I felt truly empowered and definitely a sexual goddess during this particular experience.

We had another snuggle on the bed before time caught up with us and we sadly had to leave. The whole afternoon was an incredibly erotic and sensual experience. There were no uncomfortable moments, nor did anyone feel left out. I felt incredibly sexy and desirable throughout, not to mention the feeling of empowerment.

We both feel very lucky to have found such a gem of a man. We have met up again since and will meet again in the New Year, but our contact in between meetings is limited to arranging to meet or an occasional ‘how are you?’. The relative anonymity that goes with our arrangement suits us all.

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Swinging: The Next Chapter

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The last post I wrote, which was for Wicked Wednesday, described a  visit to a swingers’ club. Since then, I have a further experience to share…

Like last time, we decided to visit on a Wednesday afternoon as, being relatively new to the swinging scene, we did not want to feel intimidated by a large crowd of people. And, like before, I was still not comfortable with the idea of unknown men touching me. It was to be another exploratory visit.

This club had a similar set-up to the other establishment and entrance was gained by an intercom and buzzer. We were made to feel very welcome by the lady attending the front desk and we paid our £10 and were given our towels. As per our previous experience, it was also a ‘dress down’ establishment. Once we were undressed and wrapped in our towels, we were given a tour. There were considerably more facilities here, with more private rooms, rooms with viewing areas (one of which was a couples’ room), a dungeon and a few relaxation areas for socialising and playing. There was also a hot tub and a sauna. While we were being shown around, a couple of single guys introduced themselves. It actually seemed quite busy for a weekday afternoon with around six couples and probably eight single guys. Following our tour, we were left to explore at our leisure.

We started off with twenty minutes in the hot tub, during which time some of the guys came and chatted.  S wanted to visit the loo, so we got out and dried off and  I waited in one of the relaxation areas. As soon as he left me, three single guys came and joined me. Obviously not wishing to miss an potential opportunity! They were all very polite and respectful and we chatted until S returned and jointed in the conversation. There was definitely an air of expectation from them as  S and I deliberated which part of the club to visit first. One of the guys suggested that we should go into the couples’ room, which had a viewing area.  S was keen on that idea, but I wasn’t so sure. I had noticed a private room on our tour, which I had liked the look of, but I couldn’t recall where it was located. I started to feel a little flustered and agreed to go into the couples’ room. It was upstairs and as I walked up the stairs, I looked behind me and had to laugh at line of four guys dutifully following me. I felt like the Pied Piper!

The couples’room was quite big, with room for several other couples. No single men were permitted to enter at any time. There was a viewing room, with a large window looking out into the room. And a row of glory holes. There was also a large window into the couples’ room from the main club area. And, of course, the mandatory porn was showing on a screen.

I felt incredibly self-conscious as we dropped our towels and made ourselves comfortable; a few people were looking into the room from the bar area and I could see a row of dark shapes looking out of the viewing room. The light was very dim and I could not make out more than the silhouettes.

I sat between S’s legs and leaned back against him so he could massage my breasts. We usually use baby oil, which we had left in our locker, so he continued without it. I tried to relax, but I found it difficult as I was so conscious of being the main focus of the attention.  After a while, S changed position and went down on me and, again, I found it difficult to relax and enjoy it, although I did make it look like I was enjoying myself. After ten minutes or so, I suggested that I give S a blowjob instead. Now the tables were turned… He struggled to get turned on and admired that he felt self-conscious. Gradually, he did relax and the guys got a good and genuine performance of my oral skills.  I hoped that I would now start to feel more comfortable. S went to fetch the baby oil from our locker and I also asked him to bring a small bullet vibrator from my bag.

While he was gone, I was acutely aware that all eyes were still on me. I laid back and stared at the ceiling. A quiet rumble of voices had been constant in the background while were were ‘performing’. Now I was alone, I was more aware of this noise. I turned my head and glanced over to the viewing room. I could see three cocks hanging through the holes below the window; I noticed that one was was enormous. My glance was obviously the cue for the cocks to be slapped nosily against the wall. I had noticed the cocks a couple of times during the time we had been in the room, but had not paid much attention. The guys were clearly now hoping I might go and give them a bit of personal attention.

I looked away and back up at the ceiling. I got an overwhelming urge to laugh  at the situation I was in and how surreal it felt. Thankfully, S quickly returned and, once again, I sat between his legs while he massaged my breasts.   By now, I I had had enough of bring on display and used my bullet in the hope of a quick orgasm. However, my body had other ideas and it was never going to happen. In the end, I faked it for the first time in my life. S knew that it was faked, but understood I was just doing it to bring a realistic end to the ‘show’.

I was apprehensive about coming face to face with the guys. But, as soon as we stepped out of the room, three of them told us how much they enjoyed what we did. They said they normally get to see a quick ‘wham bam’, whereas we had entertained them for around an hour.  It was suggested by one of them that I had a hidden extrovert streak. I did feel that I would have been more comfortable in a private room with one or two of them actually in front of us rather than me being on display publicly, like a zoo exhibit. One of the guys took me into the viewing room to give me an idea of their view and told me that five guys were in there wanking while watching me. He was very complimentary and I was left in no doubt of what they would have liked to have done to me!

All the guys we met were very pleasant and respectful and there was no unwanted touching like on the previous occasion. The club, in general, felt a very friendly place and we both went away feeling positive about our experience. I’m not so sure that there’ll be a repeat public performance though…

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A Wet Monday Afternoon in a Swingers’ Club

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In a previous Wicked Wednesday post, I wrote about being the only female among a group of naked men. The purpose of that post was to talk about weight and how those men did not seem concerned about the fact they were overweight and naked, whereas I was self-conscious about doing the same. I did not mention the reason for my nakedness.

S (my lover) and I had discussed visiting a swinging club a number of times and, back on a very wet Monday afternoon in June, we decided to visit a club in Manchester. We chose to go on a Monday afternoon as we knew it was likely to be quiet. We were going out of curiosity and also because we knew the club would provide the opportunity to get some time together privately. I made it clear before we went that I did not want unknown men touching me.

This was not my first visit to a swinging club; I visited a club earlier this year during my first meeting with a Twitter friend. That visit was for social reasons and for the experience of visiting a club; I did not go with the expectation of more.

I was very apprehensive, but also excited, as we parked in a dingy side street near the club. Manchester’s weather lived up to its reputation on that day and the rain was torrential making the drab, urban surroundings appear even more gloomy.

I felt very self-conscious as we stood outside the entrance and I wondered if passers-by would be casting judgement on us. S pressed the buzzer on the front door and we waited for a few seconds before we were given access to the entrance lobby. A face appeared at a small hatch opposite the door.We gave our names and were let through the inner door into the club; it all felt a bit cloak and dagger as if we were visiting somewhere illicit.

We paid our entrance fee to the guy who had admitted us; he was very friendly and told us about the facilities and the rules pertaining to single guys, and then gave us each a towel. It was a ‘dress-down’ club – no covering apart from a towel to protect your modesty. Very different to my previous experience where the club was fully-clothed. We changed in the couples’ changing room, wrapped our towels around us and ventured out into the unknown to see what went on on in a swingers’ club on a wet Monday afternoon in Manchester.

The thing that struck me as soon as I entered the club was how dimly lit it was. My eyesight isn’t brilliant, so my vision takes a while to adjust to very dim lighting. I guess that the low level of lighting is meant to add to the ambiance of the place.  I also noticed that there was a a damp, musty smell throughout the club. Perhaps inevitable given that that the building was very old, plus the rain was on par with a monsoon that day and the temperature of the jacuzzi was incredibly hot creating a lot of humidity.

Our travels around the building revealed a couple of private rooms, a number of public rooms with screens all showing the same porn clips concurrently, a sauna, hot tub and some areas for general relaxation. The place was very quiet, as we’d hoped and expected. There was a notable absence of females, apart from me. There had been another couple there, who had left just after we’d arrived. I noticed approximately eight men dotted around the building – all hanging around hoping for some Monday afternoon action. All waiting for a female to appear…

The last room we went to look at was located on the top floor of the building. There were a few steps up to the doorway and looking up, to my left, I  could see two sets of large feet, side by side. To the right, a screen was showing the now all-familiar porn. I decided that it would be too intrusive to go any further. S climbed the few steps and looked in. He came back down and said that there were two guys in there playing with their cocks, side by side, avidly watching the porn. My thoughts were that they wouldn’t have welcomed me bursting in on them. S grinned and replied that they probably would have been delighted for me to have appeared round the corner…

We took ourselves off to one of the private rooms – one with a lock, where we spent a pleasurable hour. However, due to the general dampness everywhere, the room was very humid and airless.  The bed (and several other surfaces in the club) was covered in red vinyl and the friction of my head on the vinyl combined with the humidity created my first-ever case of ‘bed hair’. The smell of of the warm vinyl bought back a childhood memory of the smell of the red vinyl seats in my dad’s Triumph 2000 car in hot weather. An unfortunately-timed flashback.

After an hour,  we were far too hot and had had enough of the airless room. It was time to try the hot tub. However, it was occupied by two guys and although there was room for us, it would have been very cosy and I lost my nerve about removing my towel. We decided to get a drink  and went to sit in one of the public rooms. There was one guy in there watching the porn that was showing. We all sat in silence just looking at the screen. The clips that were showing were awful. Not realistic and certainly not sexy, to me anyway. I asked S if he found it a turn-on, which he didn’t. We continued to stare at the screen, and I collapsed into hysterical laughter at what was developing on screen. The sound was muted too, which made it even more hideous. The lone guy in the room was highly amused by my reaction and admitted that what was showing was not sexy at all.

When we returned to the hot tub, there was one guy in there. I decided to be brave and drop my towel. I climbed in, as elegantly as I could, stumbled and nearly fell on top of him, apologising profusely. We made small talk between the tree of us. I was enjoying the sensations of he hot, bubbling water around me and the feeling of the jets massaging my back. I noticed a light tickling on my ankle. A gentle water jet I thought. It stopped then started again a minute or so later. The jet started to creep up my leg… It obviously wasn’t the jet, but my hot tub friend (as he has now been christened) gently feeling my leg. I didn’t quite know where to look or what to do and started to feel awkward. I hadn’t expected this, as one of the rules of the  club is that men do not touch women without consent; I naively expected that all men would comply with this.  He stopped and asked if I minded him feeling my leg. Not knowing what else to say, and feeling flustered, I foolishly said it was OK as long as his hand didn’t go any further.  Immediately, his hand crept up to the back of my thigh. I did object this time and he responded by asking if he could feel my boobs. I made my feelings on this very clear and S  promptly decided that it was time to for us to get out of the hot tub. I turned around to climb out and, when faced with my bum,my hot tub friend became even more obvious in his attentions. I think he was just trying to grab an opportunity rather than being a danger, but he should not have pushed his luck. And I should have been more assertive and said no straightaway.

We decided to go back downstairs and sat in one of the public rooms, where we saw a guy we had passed the time of day with earlier. There was also another guy there, idly fiddling with his cock. who asked me if I would like him to cover up with his towel. I I thought was very respectful of him and said there was no need.  Both guys were very pleasant and friendly and we were able to have an enjoyable conversation with them. My hot tub friend subsequently appeared – evidently not fazed by my rejection of his advances – the three of them were clearly regulars at the club and knew each other well.  After a while, they subtly suggested that S and I  should ‘make ourselves comfortable’ in their presence. However, I definitely did not  want to do anything publicly and certainly not with my hot tub friend present, who obviously wanted to get his hands on me. We decided to call it a day, said our goodbyes and went to get dressed.

It was an interesting introduction to swinging clubs and as a result I have become much  more aware of the power of a female in this type of situation. And more aware of the need to be more assertive and say no. I sensed a very primal atmosphere akin to the animal kingdom, with males prowling looking for females. I never went with the intention, or had the desire, of having any sexual contact with other men, but it was obvious it would have been easy to have them doing exactly as I wanted. That in itself is an empowering thought.  But not for this occasion, though…

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