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Thursday, January 27, 2011

FFF: Surprise


You were practically purring with delight. "I have a surprise for you."

I smiled, intrigued. "More of a surprise than coming home to find you like this?"

You grinned and nodded, and I came in for a kiss...lingering, then deepening.

"Does the surprise have to do with the pussy I taste on your lips?"

You weren't expecting that, and your eyes darted involuntarily toward the wardrobe.

I kissed you again, my mind reeling at the unexpected turn of events. I whispered in your ear, "Someone's been very naughty. Maybe I need to administer a spanking."

I released you and went to the wardrobe. There she was, almost naked, arms held protectively over her breasts.

"Or maybe I need to administer *two* spankings."



This week's pic struck a chord with me, as the Sensual Goddess has been teasing me for years with the thought of surprising me by bringing another woman out of her closet. If/when that actually happens, rest assured I'll be blogging with all the juicy details.



The challenge this week was: 93-129 words.
The phrase "...held protectively..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Handjob Appreciation

I appreciate the comments on handjobs. And I'm frankly stunned at the support given to what I had thought of as the lowly handjob. Perhaps I've been missing something all this time. I will admit that a couple of the sexy ladies made me tingle at the thought of what they might be doing (or whispering in my ear) while taking me in their hands. And the thought of the discreet, semi-public handjob is also quite arousing.

The Sensual Goddess teased me all last evening about handjobs, reminding me how spoiled and jaded I am. I was playfully threatened with a steady diet of handjobs until I fully appreciated their worth.

Playing along, I asked for a sample of her technique when we went to bed. I was already throbbing from the preliminary touching and kissing, and then she took me in her hands. A few minutes of soft stroking had me fully erect, and ready to concede that it wasn't the worst thing ever.

She grinned an "I told you so" look, then bent down and sucked me into her mouth. At this point, all thoughts of handjob pro/con went out the window. My hand wrapped in her hair and I guided her up and down...finally shooting what felt like a gallon of hot cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop, and kept massaging me with her mouth and tongue until the intensity became unbearable, and I had to pull out.

I brought her up, and we kissed and stroked. I laughed out loud when she asked me how I liked my handjob.
"That was a handjob?!?"

"Sure, that was a Canadian handjob."
I guess it really is true that you learn something new every day. And even after one sampling, I can say with certainty that I'm a *big* fan of the Canadian handjob.

Monday, January 24, 2011

On Handjobs

I'm not exactly sure how the subject came up, but the Sensual Goddess and I were talking over the weekend, and the subject turned to handjobs. I stated that the thought of getting a handjob does nothing for me. She found this hard to believe.
"Nothing at all?!? But it would feel good, right?"

"Yes, if properly done."

"And you'd cum, right? The release would feel good."

"Yes, of course. But you're missing the point. A handjob is something I can do for myself!"
And that's the crux of it. Of course a hand stroking my cock feels good. Good enough that I've done it *countless* times. The release is always wonderful. But with a partner, there are so many better options, that I will never fantasize about a handjob.

As a high-school or college kid, the handjob would have been acceptable, because *any* non-solo sex was something to be grateful for. But these days? I suppose I could imagine up a scenario where a handjob could be arousing. But not by itself, only as part of a lovemaking session. The thought of the handjob as a sex act by itself just doesn't arouse me.

Thoughts?

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

In the Mirror (Part 4)

(Continued from here.)

I pause here, teasing us both...and also prolonging the delicious sight. Our eyes lock in the mirror as I drink in the sight of you in heels, stockings, and garters - bent over the chair. I'm naked behind you, one hand on your hips, the other hand guiding my hard cock between your pussy lips...sliding it up and down, getting myself lubed and in position.

Your moan turns into an impatient growl, and I feel you trying to push back into me. But I hold you in place...teasing you for one more moment as I flash you an evil grin in the mirror. I can feel the moist heat of your pussy, and I can't wait any longer. I grab your hips firmly with both hands and thrust.

Your impatient growl turns into a long low moan of ecstasy as I slide into you. I smile at how ready you are for me - your pussy is searing hot, and so wet that I slide all the way in with no resistance. I don't stop thrusting until I'm balls deep inside you...feeling you squeeze the very base of my thichness. I stay there for a moment...grinding into you...feeling you pushing back at me.

Still holding your hips firmly, I withdraw slowly....watching in the mirror as my cock reappears, slick and shiny with your hot juice. I hold myself there...poised at your entrance again...just my head inside you...then I thrust home again...smiling as you squeal with delight.

I start fucking you slowly and insistently. You're babbling incoherently, and I can hardly believe how wet you are. My balls and thighs are soaked, and every thrust produces a delicious squishing sound. You're bending even more forward, giving me a better angle to pound your hot little pussy.

And I am pounding you...fucking you for all I'm worth. One of my hands is still holding your hip, and now my other hand wraps firmly in your hair at the nape of you neck. You feel me grasp you hard and you give me a moan that's half defiance and half submission. I laugh wickedly...we'll just see about that....

I press you down further into the chair and switch gears, thrusting harder and faster in and out of your molten pussy. The hand that was holding your hip now slides around to squeeze your tits...pinch and pull your nipples. I then slide down you belly to your pussy...feeling my cock thrusting in and out of you. I home in on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Your moans go up an octave, and I want nothing more than to make you cum.

Fixated on the mirror, my eyes drink us in. I feel like a carnal machine...thrusting...fucking you without mercy. Your body is writhing sensually...wide open....receiving me. I can tell by your moans that a huge orgasm is imminent. Using your hair as a handle, I raise your torso up so I can see your face. I want to watch you cum.

I have no mercy...savagely pounding your pussy as I finger your swollen clit. And you don't disappoint - your climax is wild and unrestrained...your face screwed up in uncontrolled pleasure...your body bucking wildly...your pussy squeezing me...gushing sweet juice all over us...your screams echoing around the room.

As you start to come down, I slow the pace down. Our eyes lock in the mirror and we share a wicked smile.

"You're so goddamned bad. Now I want to watch you cum."

I grunt in agreement and start fucking you hard again. Always the visual beast, I look down at my cock splitting your pussy lips...watching your sopping pussy swallow me whole again and again. Then I look in the mirror at the same sight...your pussy spread wide around my thick cock. I groan with pleasure...both hands on your hips now...fucking you as hard as I can.

I feel the start of my orgasm at the base of my balls, and there's no stopping it. My hands grab you hard and my hips give their final savage thrusts...I'm cumming...cumming...shooting ropes of hot cum deep into you...roaring like bull...completely losing control....

I finally start to regain my wits...still buried deep within you...and I see you watching us in the mirror. Our eyes lock, and now you're the one smiling wickedly....

The End

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

In the Mirror (Part 3)

(Continued from here.)

As good as this feels, it looks even better. You're on your knees in front of me, taking my cock in your mouth, wearing only stockings, garters, and high heels. We're turned sideways to the mirror so I can watch you suck my cock in the mirror.

You go about halfway down my shaft, then come up to the head...licking...swirling your tongue around my head. My hand is wrapped in your hair, and I guide you slowly down my shaft to my balls. You bathe them with your tongue, feeling how heavy and full of cum they are. Then I guide you down underneath my balls, and my toes curl in ecstasy as your tongue slides underneath...licking and slurping.

I guide you back up my shaft...ever so slowly...letting you kiss and lick every inch of my hard shaft until you get to the head. One of my hands moves to your tits, stroking and twisting your nipples. I guide the head into your mouth again and thrust...watching in the mirror as my cock slides through your lips. I feel my head hit the back of your throat, so I slowly withdraw...watching my shaft reappear, shiny with your spit. I pause with you at the head, then slowly thrust in again.

You can feel me swelling in your mouth, and you know I could easily cum here. But I'm not going to cum yet...I want to prolong this moment in front of the mirror.

I pull out of your mouth. Still kneeling at my feet, you look up at me in anticipation, silently asking for my cock. I offer it to you, but I tell you that you can kiss and lick me, but you can't take me in your mouth. And you have to watch yourself in the mirror. Oh, and you can't use your hands.

I continue standing sidways to the mirror, and you stay kneeling, facing the mirror. You reach with your tongue and give my cock a long slow lick from the base up to the head. Your eyes are locked on what you're doing...licking...kissing...slurping up and down the length of my cock. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I give you an evil grin...I can tell how much you're enjoying the prolonged foreplay in front of the mirror.

I pull my cock away from you without warning. I grab a chair and put it next to me. I stand you up and put you next to the chair, bending you at the waist. Your hands grab the arms of the chair and I move behind you. We can both look over and see the perfect scene in the mirror - you're standing in your high heels, bent over the chair, and I'm behind you, ready to take you....

(Continued here.)

Friday, January 14, 2011

Impersonating Lola

Before Lola left on her vacation to Costa Rica, she asked me to write a guest post for her blog. She scheduled the result to post today, here. It was fun to write, and I tried to capture a little of her inimitable style.

I'm looking forward to her return, seeing her vacation pics, and hearing if she had any adventures like the one I imagined for her.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

In the Mirror (Part 2)

(Continued from here.)

You sink back into me, letting me devour your throat as I hold you from behind, my hands wandering.... My eyes are glued to the mirror, drinking in the erotic sights. Your eyes are also locked on the mirror...sometimes locked on my gaze...sometimes watching my hands knead your soft breasts.

One of my hands wanders lower...down to your belly...then slowly lower.... I tease you...my fingers delaying, not reaching the destination we both want. You arch your back up, trying to feel my fingers lower...but I smile and whisper, "Not yet, baby."

I brush the hair from the other side of you neck and switch sides. My fingers finally slide down and cup your pussy through the thong. I can feel your heat through the think silky fabric and I slowly massage you...your hips moving sensually, pushing into my fingers. I continue teasing you...keeping my fingers on the outsided of your thong, keeping my touch light...until I can't resist, and dip my fingers inside your thong.

My eyes watch in the mirror as my fingers slide inside the thong...through your short trimmed bush and into liquid fire. You groan out loud as my fingers push into your sex...exploring...your head still thrown back as my lips devour the side of your throat.

I yank your thong down, and it falls to the floor at your feet. Now I can see my fingers massaging your pussy. I spread your pussy lips, and I see the glistening pink in the mirror. I gather wetness on my middle finger and bring it to your mouth. You open and accept my finger, sucking hard...moaning with pleasure as you taste your own juices...sucking my finger clean.

I spin you around to face me and kiss you hard. My tongue pushes into your mouth...tasting pussy on your tongue. Admiring your ass in the mirror, I can't help giving your ass cheeks a swat with my open hand.

But it's time for more mirror games. I break the kiss and guide you to your knees. I turn sideways so I can see the both of us in the mirror.

You know what I want, and you quickly unbuckle my belt and lower my dress pants to the floor. My boxer briefs are stretched to the limit, and you stoke me briefly through the thin fabric before stretching the waistband over my erection, sliding them down, and letting me step out of them.

You take my cock in your hand, gently stroking as you examine me up close. I'm fully erect and throbbing...pre-cum leaking from the head. You give a half-smile of pleasure mixed with lust and lean forward to give one long lick up the length of my shaft to the head. You look up at me, as if asking permission to continue. I smile down at you and nod.

I turn my head to the mirror and watch as you open your mouth and start to suck me in. My hand wraps in your hair and my toes curl in ecstasy as inch after inch of my hard shaft disappears into your hot mouth.

(Continued here.)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

In the Mirror (Part 1)

We fumble into the dark hotel room, half out of our minds with lust. I've been dreaming of getting you here alone ever since seeing you in that slinky black cocktail dress. And now here we are.

I flick the entranceway light on and step into the room. Your arms wrap around my neck as the door clicks shut, and our lips mash together in a smoking hot kiss...bodies pressing tightly together as we start to devour each other.

Opening my eyes, I realize there's a wall mirror behind you, and that I can watch us in the mirror. My mind lurches in delight with the delicious possibilities....

My hands wander lower on your back...to the curve of your hips...and then down to squeeze your ass. You respond by groaning into my mouth and kissing me with even more passion. I slowly start to raise your dress, and my heart skips a beat when I see the tops of your thigh-high stockings. Holy smokes, you're wearing stockings and garters. I can hardly believe how sexy you look.

I'm so mesmerized with the vision in the mirror that I hardly notice you've unknotted my tie and are unbuttoning the buttons on my dress shirt. I've raised your dress higher and can see the delightful vision of your black stockings and garters framing the white skin of your upper thighs and ass cheeks.

I lift the dress over your head and without warning spin you around to face away from me. I toss the dress on the bed and wrap my arms around you from behind. I brush your hair aside and move my lips to the soft sensitive flesh of your neck. You arch back into me, moan out loud, and throw your head back...giving your neck and throat to me.

The view in the mirror is incredible. You're still in your high heels, wearing the black stocking and garters, a tiny black thong, a thin lacy black half-bra, and a string of pearls.

I'm in absolutely no rush. I love devouring your neck, throat, and earlobe while holding you from behind, and the vision in the mirror might be the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

One of my hands moves to your breasts, and you groan as I squeeze and knead them through your thin bra. I find the clasp at the front of your bra, unsnap it, and slide the straps off your shoulders...letting it fall to the floor. I squeeze your bare breasts and my fingers find your nipples. They're hard as bullets and I feel you squirm as I pull and pinch them...my lips never leaving your throat.

Adjusting your head, you open your eyes and realize with a start that I'm watching us in the mirror. You groan with arousal at the erotic vision and whisper, "You're so damn bad."

I can only grin in agreement, and you hear my evil chuckle in your ear. "That's right baby. I'm a bad man, and I'm going to to take you right here in front of this mirror where we can both watch."

(Continued here.)

Friday, January 7, 2011

Good Head

I saw a blog post somewhere recently (I forget exactly where) on what constitutes good (or even great) head. Having some strong opinions myself on the matter, I thought I would weigh in on this. Here are the factors I consider relevant, in order from less to more important.
  • Technique. Yes, of course there's such a thing as good and bad technique. I guess I take a certain level of proficiency for granted - I'm not a high school or college kid who's so damn grateful that a woman is willing to put my cock in her mouth that it's okay that neither of us has any idea what we're doing. But I'm also not such a connoisseur that a woman gains or loses points for infinitely subtle points of technique.

  • Variety. I guess this is related to technique. Mix it up - sometimes fast in-and-out, sometimes slow, sometimes suck deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes lick around the head, lick up and down the shaft, etc., etc. Any one thing, no matter how wonderful gets tiresome if there isn't some variety. Also included in this is variety of control. Sometimes I want you to be in charge, doing what you want to do, and at your own pace. Other times I want to guide you...hold your head and guide it up and down on my cock...or wrap my fingers in your hair and thrust into your sucking mouth.

  • The ability to take me deep. The deeper you can take me, the better. I'm not a monster or a freak, but I've been told numerous times that I'm both longer and thicker than average, and all I can say is that deep feels amazing. If you can open your throat and take me just a little deeper, my toes will curl and I'll groan in ecatasy. I've never experienced a full deep-throat, but just watching a clip of that aways makes me rock-hard.

  • If I can see. I'm a visual beast. Of course it feels wonderful even if I can't see, but if I can watch you lick and suck my cock...watch my thick hardness sliding in and out of your mouth...watch you swirl your tongue around my throbbing head.... Just wow. That's incredibly erotic, and will always send me to another level of arousal. Of course variety is important here too. Sometimes I'll close my eyes and just concentrate on the sensations of what you're doing, but other times my gaze will bore a hole in you.

  • Look up at me. Related to "If I can see." It's a huge turn-on to see you look up at me and tell me with your eyes that you enjoy this...that you love giving me pleasure...that there's nowhere you'd rather be than on your knees sucking my cock. Which brings us to....

  • Connection. This and the next are tied for #1, and by a large margin. They can supercede deficiences in any other area. The feeling of connection - that we're doing something together, because we want to be with each other at this moment. It's hard to define in words, but there's no mistaking the feeling.

  • Enthusiasm. It's a huge turn-on to know you're really into it, and not just doing out of some sense of obligation, or that it's "your turn." Hearing you moan with pleasure while sucking me is *very* arousing. But it also can't be faked...if you don't feel the excitement, don't pretend you do. But if you *do* get off on sucking my cock...get aroused by feeling me swell in your throat...want your reward of my hot cum.... Well then, we'll get along just fine.
The Sensual Goddess showed me the video below this morning, which strikes me as just about perfect.

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Monday, January 3, 2011

The King of Pussy

Another favorite memory from our time at the club:

The evening was coming toward its conclusion. It had been another magical evening of voyeuristic delights that we would not soon forget. We were down on the first floor, where there was a bar area and tables in a restuarant-style fashion.

A middle-aged couple was laughing loudly at the bar, seemingly somewhat inebriated. Suddenly the guy (who was pretty muscular) lifted the girl up onto the bar. She was topless, with big, slightly saggy breasts, and a micro-mini skirt. Ass on the bar, she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs. The mini-skirt rode up to her waist, showing the whole room her shaved pussy.

Her guy didn't hesitate for a moment - he dove right in and started eating her pussy as the roomful of people watched. The Sensual Goddess and I exchanged a smile, and we moved a step closer, to get a better view.

He licked and sucked her pussy with determination, and she leaned back on her elbows reveling in the sensations. She was dripping wet, and he was making audible slurping sounds as he feasted on her. They both knew they had a big audience, and were enjoying putting on a show.

In not too long a time, her face contorted and her body convulsed in a big orgasm as she screamed her delight. As she started to come down, she announced to the room, "He's the King of Pussy!"

The Sensual Goddesss turned to me with a playful smile and whispered in mock confusion, "But I thought *you* were the King of Pussy?!?"

"You know I am. Let them think what they want."

And I proved that I was worthy of the crown when we got home.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year 2011

Best wishes for a happy New Year to everyone in blog-land. For me, 2010 was a year of discovery and self-expression, and one of the most noteworthy aspects of it was starting this blog. It's been wonderful to meet such interesting and genuine people. I've enjoyed your writing and your pics, as hopefully you've enjoyed mine. Rest assured, I feel like I have plenty of stories and fantasies still to write - and maybe there will even be some new real-life adventures to relate....

I wish you all a year filled with peace, joy, and opportunities for self-discovery. Not to mention sensual and erotic pleasures.

Cheers!