Friday, December 21, 2012

FFF: Christmas

I kept telling myself I must have overindulged in the eggnog, but these were the most realistic dreams I'd ever had. In the first one, a spirit had led me through scenes of holiday sex I'd had in the past - the smoking hot kisses under the mistletoe, the frenzied lovemaking under the Christmas tree, and all the naughty little elves I'd known over the years. The dream brought back unexpected memories and sensations I'd almost forgotten.

The second spirit showed me myself in the present day, and the erotic pleasures that were just around the corner. When the dream ended I was aroused and excited.

Now the third spirit summoned me, and I saw myself in the future. I trembled with anxiety, and couldn't help from crying out, "Tell me, ghost of erotic Christmas future, what lies in store for me?"

The spirit was silent and pointed at the ski lodge. I entered, and it seemed empty. But then I heard a muffled sound and went upstairs, my heart pounding through my chest. When I saw the sight that awaited me in the first bedroom, I feel to my knees and sobbed with joy, "God bless us, every one!"

(200 words, with apologies to Charles Dickens)

The challenge this week was: up to 200 words.
The phrase "...unexpected..." must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Blog Chain: Holiday Sex

The December edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is "holiday sex". Please read the submissions and see different bloggers' take on this fun topic. My entry is last week's post about an office Christmas party from the distant hazy past.

Next month's topic is "the Super Bowl of Sex (best sex ever)". If you're a blogger and haven't yet joined in, why not start now?

Full blog chain details are here.

Friday, December 14, 2012

FFF: Discovery

Young enough to be my daughter? I laughed to myself. Young enough to be my granddaughter was more accurate. And that made it all the sweeter. My ungrateful kids could put me in a nursing home, but I still had more drive than a man half my age. When I was done making this hot little number squeal, I'd send her back to the nurse's station, then give the night-shift nurse her turn. That long-haired brunette loved to be held down and pounded, and even though I'd taken her yesterday, I couldn't wait to give it to her again. I was a carnal beast...ravenous, insatiable.

The distant sound of a bell ringing brought me back to the candle-lit room. I was sitting in a cross-legged meditation posture. The guide spoke soothingly.

"You went deep within, but now I want you to all return to the present moment. Lie still and breathe and take a moment to reflect on your meditation of how you picture yourself in old age. Reflect on the discovery of your true nature, when the passions of the body have subsided."

Subsided? Hmmm...perhaps I had done the meditation wrong. Nothing had subsided in the slightest.

Or maybe that *was* my true nature.

(205 words)

The challenge this week was: up to 219 words.
The phrase "...discovery..." must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Office Christmas Party (Finale)

(Continued from here)

The kiss was pure electricity. She pushed me back into my seat, showing a strength that surprised me. Her hands were on my chest, then moved down to grab my cock. She broke the kiss, then moved her lips to my neck...then my ear.

"Thank you...for the ride home...and for making me feel so good."

I smiled and started to tell her it was my pleasure, but she interrupted me by squeezing my cock.

"This feels nice, and I want to make you feel good."

She bent down, unzipped my suit pants, and with a little bit of difficulty brought my fully erect cock out through the fly. She wrapped her palm around my shaft, licked a full circle around my head, then took me into her mouth and sucked me in.

Fuck did that ever feel good. She started bobbing up and down, and I wrapped the fingers of my right hand in her silky hair...guiding her up and down. There was just enough light from a streetlight down the block that I could see her sucking me. The thought occurred to me that her sucking me through the fly of my suit pants was way more erotic than if she had taken my pants down.

I'd like to say that I lasted a really long time...but it felt too damned good, and I was way too turned on by the whole situation. I knew I was close, and I told her - because if she didn't want me to cum in her mouth, then I was going to have to figure out quickly how to not ruin my suit and her dress.

Thankfully it wasn't an issue.  When I whispered that I was close, she started sucking me faster...trying to take me deeper. I had the orgasm of my life...something like an out-of-body experience...and she gulped down every drop, keeping me in her mouth as I slowly went down.

She came up and kissed me again, gently this time...soft and intimate. I tried to pull her closer, but she broke the kiss and said she had to go. I wanted more, but I understood. I zipped up and drove the short distance back to her house, and we parted with one last soft kiss and a big tight hug. She whispered "Merry Christmas" in my ear, and I smiled and wished her the same. Then she was gone.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Office Christmas Party (Part 2)

(Continued from here)

I drove off, and she sighed loudly and sank back into the seat. She vented a little about her drunken husband, but then seemed like she'd decided to drop that subject. She thanked me profusely for the ride home, and hoped it wasn't too far out of my way. She told me where she lived, and it wasn't - we'd have maybe a 20-minute ride to her house, then I'd have another 10 minutes to my house.

We fell into a relaxed conversation. Her presence so close to me, the smell of her perfume, and her friendly, mildly-flirtatious manner had me aroused...and my imagination was flying. The suspense was killing me to find out if she'd give an indication if she wanted me to make a move when we got to her place.

But I didn't have to wait that long - she took my hand in hers, squeezed it, and put it on her bare knee. That was all the invitation I needed. I stroked her knee...then slowly up her leg. She leaned back in the seat and parted her legs. Her inner thighs were soft as silk, and I caressed her softly. I asked her if she was sure, and the way she said "yes" in her sultry voice made my cock even harder than it already was.

I was still driving while this was happening, and my left hand stayed on the wheel as my right hand caressed her thigh. My eyes stayed mostly on the road, though I stole the occasional glance over at her...her dress riding high on her thighs.

My hand climbed higher, nudging her legs further apart. I finally reached the lace of her panties, and I could feel the heat of her pussy. I stroked her mound through the panties, and I smiled to myself as she let out a soft moan.

We pulled up to a red light, and I told her to take her panties off. She quickly slid them down her legs, and made my heart skip a beat when she handed them to me. I stuffed them into the pocket of my suit jacket as the light turned green.

She leaned back and spread wide as I traced my fingers from her knee upwards. I finally touched her pussy...and she was soaked. I got one finger wet with her juices and circled her clit. I slide a finger slowly up and down her slit...then slowly slid it into her. I started a slow fucking motion, and she started moaning continuously.

It sounded like she was approaching a climax, so I slowed down and stopped touching her clit. She groaned with frustration, and I smiled a wicked smile to myself.

"Does that feel good?"

"Fuck yes, you know it does. Don't tease me, let me cum."

I laughed. "All in good time."

I got my finger wet with her juices, then offered it to her lips. She sucked it clean, making my cock lurch. I got my finger wet again and brought it to my own lips. She was sweet as honey, so I gave myself another taste.

We were getting close to her neighborhood, so I went back to work on her pussy as I drove. I circled her clit faster with my fingers, and her moans became faster and higher-pitched. My fingers were a blur on her pussy, and she moaned that she was going to cum (as if I couldn't tell.) She groaned out loud and her whole body clenched as her climax washed over her. I stole a glance over at her, and her dress was hiked all the way to her waist, her legs splayed wide, her pussy glistening.

She laid back in the seat, momentarily collapsing...then recovering enough of her wits to give me directions into her development.  She told me how to get to her house, and as I drove there, she sucked her juices off my fingers.

She told me her house was on the left, but that I should make a right into the next cul-de-sac. I found a dark quiet place to park, turned the car off, pulled her to me, and kissed her hard.

(Continued here)

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Office Christmas Party

The annual office Christmas party - not my favorite thing, as I'm not good at forced small-talk with work colleagues I don't really like. But there are a few people who I do like the chance to get to know a little better. And of course there's something to be said for a really good meal - not to mention free-flowing drink.

This particular party was more than a few years ago. I was between girlfriends, but didn't mind going solo. I arrived during appetizers and cocktails, and I got a drink and made the rounds  - getting my schmoozing with the bosses out of the way as quickly as possible, then looking for some friendly colleagues to hang out with.

At one point, Kim from tech support came over to me and gave me a big smile and a hug. I had worked with her on a couple of projects during the previous year, and she was a pleasure to work with. She was also a pleasure to look at - a tiny little thing...young, lithe, bubbly...shoulder-length straight brown hair, sparkling blue eyes. She had a royal blue cocktail dress on that hugged every curve...and I tried not to openly gawk.

My head was still spinning from the hug, when she introduced me to her husband. I knew she was married, but I was surprised to see that he also worked in our department. They had different last names, and there's no reason I would have known. He gave me a bored handshake and excused himself.

She apologized, telling me not to mind him, that he just wanted to get hammered with his buddies. We chatted for a bit, and she was flirtatious enough that my blood pressure had gone up a few points - but that was her personality, and I enjoyed it for what it was without reading too much into it. I've also seen enough people make fools out of themselves at the company Christmas party, and my guard was securely up.

We had dinner at separate tables, and I didn't see her again until the end of the night. I ran into her as I was getting ready to go. She was obviously upset, and I asked what was the matter. It was her husband - he was already drunk and wanted to stay and drink more with his buddies, while she wanted to leave.

Alarm bells went off in my head, and warning sirens flashed red. The voice of reason was standing on one of my shoulders telling me not to get involved - just wish her a good evening and get out of there. But the voice of curiosity (fueled by a couple of drinks) was on my other shoulder....

I hesitated...then asked if she wanted a ride home. She flashed her big blues at me. "Would you?"

Fuck me...this was too cliche to actually happen. And most likely nothing would happen anyway, but a surge of adrenaline rushed through me anyway.

I didn't want to be seen leaving together, as I didn't want to be the subject of company gossip on Monday morning. I told her that I'd be at the side door of the banquet hall in five minutes - that if she wanted a ride home to come out, quickly get in, and we'd be off. And that if she wasn't out in ten minutes, that I'd assume she'd made other arrangements and I'd go home.

I said goodnights to the people around and went out to my car. My heart was thumping, and I chided myself at how silly I was. Even if she does come out, all you're doing is giving her a ride home. But I couldn't get some of the looks she'd given me out of my head. She was beautiful and sexy, and looked amazing in her slinky blue dress.

But first things first - I didn't even know if I'd be giving her a ride home. I pulled up to the side door. Five minutes had gone by. I waited a few minutes then looked at my watch. Ten minutes. I'd give her one more minute, then I'd go.

The door opened, she hurried out, opened my passenger door and got in.

(Continued here)

Friday, December 7, 2012

FFF: Decision

"Max, do you have a minute? I need your help with a decision."

I stepped into the hallway, and holy smokes, there was my girlfriend's roommate in the altogether....

This was upping the ante *way* beyond her normal teasing. She knew when my girlfriend worked the early shift, and loved to tease me. I kept my cool, as I always did.

"What do you think of this semi-gloss paint? Do you think it needs another coat of high-gloss?"

I smiled. But instead of answering, I grabbed her and pushed her firmly face-first against the wall. My right hand made a fist in her hair.

I hissed in her ear. "Saucy little cockteaser."

My other hand dipped down between her legs. I hissed, "High gloss, huh?"

I released her and walked toward the door. As I left, I heard her taunt, "Bye Max. She works the early shift tomorrow too, right?"

(150 words)

I'm happy to see that Advizor is hosting FFF. I've always loved FFF, but I've gotten out of the habit of looking for FFF challenges. I hope to get back in the groove. And if you aren't playing, why not give it a try? It's a fun and challenging writing exercise, and part of the fun is seeing the different takes that people come up with in response to the challenge. Many thanks to Advizor for keeping this going.

The challenge this week was: up to 150 words.
The phrase "...decision..." must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Clean Sheets

(not my actual bedroom)
Recently, the Sensual Goddess went away for an extended weekend to take care of some family matters. She was coming home on Monday, and being the thoughtful guy I am, I tried to straighten up the house.

I can't possibly get it to her high standards, as my eyes just don't see the level of detail that she sees - but I gave it my best shot. I got the dirty dishes out of the sink, straightened up the kitchen, did some laundry. To cap my thoughtfulness, I washed the sheets, as SG considers freshly-washed sheets one of life's great pleasures.

Fast forwarding, she got home, and we caught up on events of the weekend, etc. She was suitably impressed that I had the house in...maybe not good shape...let's call it "not horrible."

When she got upstairs, she noticed my extra effort with the sheets. Was her reaction:

a) Touched gratitude at my thoughtfulness.
    -- or --
b) Cocking an eyebrow and asking what had gone on that I needed to wash the sheets.

The answer, of course, is b). I laughed and laughed (and she assured me that she was teasing), seeing the proof, yet again, that no good deed goes unpunished.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

TMI Tuesday: Then and Now

1. What one part of your sex life today would most surprise the 17 year old you?
The fact that I have one. Also that it's continued to get better and better, and that it's a very significant part of who I am. At 17, that was urgently hoped for, but by no means assumed.

2. What one thing might shock that younger you?
How my attitude toward sexuality has changed. I grew up fairly repressed - that wasn't drilled into me by parents or church, as it seems to be with many people - but I had a lot of ideas of right/wrong, should/shouldn't, and very narrow ideas of what was acceptable. I have difficulty now trying to put myself in that mindset, even as an intellectual exercise. Just about everything about the current me would be shocking to the younger me: my comfort with my body and my sexuality, and my firmly-held opinion that whatever happens between consenting adults is fine.

3. What part of the younger you’s (not necessarily at age 17) sex life do you look back on with the most nostalgia?

4. Is there anything in the younger you’s sexual ambitions or fantasies you have not yet fulfilled?
No. My actual experiences have been more and better than I ever dared hope.

Bonus: Give your 17 year old self a piece of sexual advice.
Do not under any circumstances marry your first regular sexual partner. Gratitude for regular sex isn't love, and isn't enough to base trying to set up a life together. But I wouldn't have taken that advice - some things you have to learn by experiencing them.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we'll all know where to read your responses. Please don't forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Friday, October 12, 2012

Blog Chain: "Hot Sex with the Spouse"

The October edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is "hot sex with the spouse." Please read the various submissions - you'll be glad you did. My entry is a post from the archives (Beach House).

If you haven't joined in yet, why not join next month's edition? The subject will be "Sex with a Politician or Public Figure (or public official)."

Hmmmm.... I've never had sex with a politician or a public figure. I guess I have one month to remedy that!

Full blog chain details are here.

Monday, October 8, 2012

A Little Deeper

You look up at me with your big eyes, asking me wordlessly if you're doing a good job? I give you a half smile and a nod of my head. You know you know how much I love having you on your knees in front of me. You've been sucking my cock greedily...hungrily...bobbing your head up and of my hands cradling your head and guiding you.

But now it's time to give you a little more. Time for you to go a little deeper. Now both my hands grip your head...both sets of my fingers lace in your hair. I pull out so that just my head is in your mouth...then I slowly push forward, thrusting my hips. You try to open, and I hit the back of your throat. I slowly withdraw, looking down at you.

I know you want to do better than that, so we'll try again...slowly out, letting you get your breath...then thrusting back in, my grip on your head firmer, my thrust more insistent. I feel you trying to open, trying to take more. I know you want it, and I want to give it to you.

I push...sliding a fraction of an inch deeper into your throat. You're trying to keep looking up and keep your gaze on mine, but I can see your eyes watering. I hear the gurgling in your're right at the point of gagging. I hold you right there...muscles straining...right on the edge, for what seems like minutes...hours...and then I break the tension, easing off just a bit.

I withdraw an inch, and hear you gasp for air...your watery eyes still looking up at me. You know by my gaze that that was good...but we're not done. I think you can take more, and you're going to go just a little deeper this time.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

A First Meeting

I looked at my watch, noting that the agreed-upon time was a few minutes past, and smiled at myself for the butterflies in my stomach. There's always a nervousness about first meetings - even when you've exchanged e-mails and talked, and you're comfortable that there's plenty in common and that you want to meet in person...there's still a small voice whispering, "Are you sure this isn't going to go horribly wrong?"

The knock on the door finally came. The initial greeting was a blur, and I was more relieved than anything - nothing had been misrepresented, and whatever happened, it wasn't going to be a disaster.

There was some friendly small talk, and then we were both ready to get down to business. We fell into a nice easy rhythm right away, and I smiled to myself at how well everything was going - it was everything you hope for, and don't dare expect. We smiled at each other, and I got some nice compliments, which I returned.

That feeling of connection never gets old or stale - it's a great feeling every single time. And finding it with someone new is always a rush.

We went for more than two hours without a break, and then decided we'd better call it a night. Before saying goodbye, we'd already made plans for a next time. Who knows how things will develop, but it was a very exciting first meeting.

This is the completely true story of a Craigslist encounter that happened last weekend - from the "Musicians Classified" section. I'm looking for jam partners, or even a band to join. And it occurred to me how similar the whole screening/meeting process sounded to many stories I've read here in blogland, so I thought I'd have a little fun telling the tale. :-)

Monday, September 17, 2012

Blog Chain: "Back to School"

The September edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is "back to school" or "the one that got away." My entry is here, and I'll add a postscript to my story, below.

If you haven't joined in yet, why not join next month's edition? The subject will be "hot sex with the spouse."

Full blog chain details are here.

College Memory Postscript
Inevitably, me and my SCGC girlfriend broke up after graduation. But one of my buddies and one of the SCGC girls stayed together, got married, and are still married (and happily, by all indications.) So I've heard news of her over the years - just the most basic news, that's she's married, has kids, lives a few hours away.

My buddy usually throws at least one big BBQ every summer, and I used to wonder if I'd see her. But she never came, and I stopped thinking about it. Until a few years ago, when to my surprise, I bumped right into her. We were both alone at the moment, and we hugged and caught up for a few minutes, and that was that.

I thought "I have to tell the Sensual Goddess about this!", as she knew about her and had always said she'd be curious to see her. I got delayed by something, and by the time I got back to the main gathering...yep, like something straight out of a sitcom - there the two of them were, sitting next to each other at one table, part of a group of ladies chatting away. There was no more room at that table for me, so I sat down with my friends and tried to make eye contact and let her know that she was sitting right next to my old college girlfriend.

Of course I couldn't get her attention, though I was willing her with all my might to look over at me. But she never did, and when I finally told her later, her reaction was "Why didn't you tell me?!?" When she realized I tried and couldn't, we laughed and laughed. She said it was just general ladies' chit-chat. But we laughed all the way home about the things she could have said if she'd known.

She still laughs about how much she wishes she could have hinted to my old college girlfriend about how much she'd missed.

Friday, September 7, 2012

College Memory

The September topic for Kat's blog chain is "back to school" or the one that got away/old flame.

I'll bite on "back to school", as it's something I've been thinking about. I've started doing some college visits with my oldest, and seeing college campuses has brought back a lot of memories - many good, but many bittersweet. I've written before about being terribly shy as a young man, so college for me was not the swinging good party time that it is for some people.

There's also the matter of where I went to school. I went to VPU (Very Prestigious University), and I got a fantastic education that I'm still grateful for - but while I had a small circle of very good friends, it wasn't an especially friendly place.

Many of my high school friends went to ESU (Enormous State University), which they describe in such glowing terms that I picture it as an unspoiled Eden of unicorns wandering freely through a sylvan campus, a nationally-ranked football team, and virtually unlimited beer and pussy. While my ESU buddies regarded their school years as a paradise they hoped would never end (and which they still look back at with longing), I wouldn't go back there in time for all the money in the world.

So...a back-to-school story. It won't be a story of carefree sex with smoking hot co-eds, since I wasn't having any. But here's one that might be good for a laugh.

In my senior year, we went to a party at SCGC (Small Catholic Girls College), and amazingly, a few of us came away with girlfriends. I was *starving* for a girlfriend, and for our group to be spending time with female company was a very welcome change.

In case you're thinking, "yeah baby, those Catholic girls are good to go" - let me put the brakes on right now. Some of them might have been. Most of them might have been.  But mine wasn't. Mine completely believed the whole "your soul will spend all eternity in hell if you even think about it."

On one hand, I cursed the fates that had dealt me such an unfair hand. But I did like her, and I did respect her for the courage of her convictions. It was fun to hang out and go to parties and dances, and the makeout sessions that we ended every date with were *infinitely* better than the nothing I was used to.

On the night in question, we were in her dorm room at the end of the evening in a hot-and-heavy makeout session. I was half sitting on the edge of her desk, and she was standing, pressed into me. I've written any number of times about how much I adore the makeout session - slow, deep, neverending kissing. My hand was inside her sweater playing with her beautiful tits, and it was heavenly.

Let me preface the next part by stating emphatically that we were *not* grinding our hips together or dry-humping, or anything like that. It was just bodies pressed close and kissing. I don't think there was anything different about this night - we weren't going further than we had other nights. Her hands *never*, not that night or any other, went below my belt. But for reasons I can't explain, it just felt better. Much better. And then I realized with panic that I was in danger of climaxing. And goddammit if I didn't.

I tried to not move a muscle, or do anything to give away that with no touching, no rubbing, and no grinding - I had just shot a load in my pants.

I was in a panic, and my mind was racing a million miles an hour. I couldn't let her know - she'd either be mortified or angry...or maybe some combination of both. Worse, maybe she'd tell her girlfriends what had happened, and I'd never be able to show my face at SCGC again.

My fears came to naught. I broke the embrace and said I'd better go. We wished each other a good night, and a wave of relief washed over me - she hadn't given any indication that she knew what had happened. Once alone, I looked down at my jeans - thank god, no telltale stain. I ran to the nearest men's room and cleaned up as best I could. Humiliation averted.

Nothing like that ever happened to me before or since - I climaxed from passionate kissing and body closeness and nothing else. Believe it or not.

Friday, August 24, 2012

FFF: Long Flight

I had heard that some of the airlines had introduced new luxuries on their long overseas flights, but I wasn't prepared for just how bold they gotten with customer service. The meal they served was not only tolerable, it was good. A glass of red wine came with the meal, and when I complimented the flight attendant on it, she poured me a second glass.

But the biggest surprise by far came after the meal, when everyone was starting to prepare for sleep. The flight attendants came back down the aisle, and appeared to be taking orders from everyone. I couldn't imagine what this was - drink service and dinner service were long past.

The attractive brunette attendant finally got to me.

"Good evening, sir. Do you have any sexual requests for this evening? Handjobs are complimentary. Blowjobs are $10, and may be paid for with cash or credit card."

I looked her up and down. "I'll have a blowjob now, thank you. And then later, when everyone else is asleep, I want you to come back here so I can fuck you properly."

She met my gaze with a saucy smile. "Very good, sir."

(195 words)

The challenge this week was: 195-199 words.
The phrase "...bold..." must be used.
Go see Ram the Sunlover to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Woods Porn

This Lamebook post made me laugh out loud, and brought back a lot of memories. If you'd rather not follow the link, here is the Facebook post in question, with two replies (with a few grammar and spelling corrections.)
Anyone who was a kid in the 80's and 90's will remember the park porn fairy.... No? Come on, you must remember when you were 10 years old and you went to the park and you found half-torn-up porno mags in the bushes left for you by the park porn fairy. I think since the advancement of broadband, the fairy no longer exists.
  • "Woods porn". I always thought that one day I'd go buy some porn to leave in the woods for the next generation of kids to find, but I never got to complete the cycle. Little fuckers have it all at their fingertips now.
  • LOL. Finding park porn when you were a kid was more exciting than digging up a treasure chest full of gold. Nothing could beat it, until you tried to get it home by hiding it up your coat sleeves and walked in like an astronaut and your mom would find it and take it away from you.
This matches my own youthful experiences *exactly*. When I was a boy, there was a patch of woods near my house that was probably a mile square, and me and my buddies knew every inch of those woods. It was very much a Tom Sawyer childhood - roaming the woods, building tree forts, playing "capture the man"-type games.

As in the above posts, sometimes we would find a batch of porno mags - and when that happened, whatever activity we had been doing was instantly forgotten, and a mesmerized devouring of nude women began. It was absolutely more exciting than digging up a treasure chest full of gold

The magazines that we'd find were always one of three types: Playboy, which thought of itself as classy - with real articles and tasteful nude shots. You might get a glimpse of bush, but they were more artful than erotic. Of course this was better than nothing...but "artful" was not appreciated by 12-year-old boys.

Next there was Penthouse, which was my favorite by far. The nude shots were erotic without being trashy, and the Penthouse Forum letters were my first exposure to written erotica - something I *loved* from the first, and have never lost my love for.

At the bottom of the ladder (or the barrel) was Hustler. Even at the age when any porn was great porn, I knew this was trashy. There was no pretense at the erotic, it was women with their legs spread wide. Granted, this was endlessly interesting at that age...but I knew from my Penthouses that the air of erotic seduction was more interesting than "let's see how wide I can spread my legs."

A question none of us ever asked was whose porn we were finding, and how it got into the woods? Thinking about that now, my only guess is that we must have found some older kids' porn stash. All I can say is they weren't too careful with their porn, because we made many such findings over the years. And we never ran across any older kids angry about their missing magazines.

The thought of planting some porno mags in the woods for the next generation of horny young boys is a charming idea - passing on my youthful good fortune, and keeping the cycle going. But, for better or worse, I think the days of "woods porn" have gone the way of the horse-and-buggy.

Friday, August 17, 2012

e[lust] #39

Photo courtesy of Ava Grace

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #40? Start with the newly updated rules, come back September 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

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Never Pinch a Sadist: 50 Shades of Plaid - If you don't know kink, don't feel pressured into it. If you wonder what it is about, join Fetlife and find local event to teach you about it.

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The Quarry - We agreed to meet up on the weekend and go out to the quarry. It was an old, flooded quarry. I didn’t know it, but the queers had taken it over.

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The Pussy Pride Project

~ e[lust] Editress ~

"I can't orgasm without a vibrator" So What? - Embrace it. Bring it in to your partnered sex life. Be happy that you can achieve orgasm whatever way that works for you.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Writing

A Guest for Dinner
A Beautiful Need
A Purring Machine
A Hard Man is Good to Find
Chlorine Kisses
In a different world
I Crave You!
Lolita Twenty-Twelve, Part Four
Mojo Back
My 69th Orgasm
Owned Part 4
Sensual room service
Tease Me
The Space Between
The Text
The Wicked Wench of Wupert Stweet
The Desk of Power
Use Me
What I'm thinking about when I'm...
When Frederick Met Camille

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Living with an Alpha Sub
Make Her Cum
Swinging and safe sex
Talking with the Lights Off
The Promiscuous Bisexual
Why Do I Have More Respect For Men Than MRAs?
What not to do for anal sex
Wants, Needs & PolyWifi Sex?

Kink & Fetish

A Boot Scene
Consent as Torture
Mores and Behavior
Pursuit of Squirting
Playing With Lightning
Submissive men: A celebration of beauty
strapping first time
Submission for a Femdom Facesitting Film
Steepedrethinking warmup

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Thoughts from the Beach

On the first morning of a recent family beach vacation, the Sensual Goddess sidled up to me and warned me that my youngest girl was nervous about me seeing her in her new bathing suit. I smiled and braced myself. My littlest girl is now in her mid-teens, and is long, lean, and shapely.

We got to the beach, and Youngest Daughter finally unveiled herself, and yes, I did a double-take when I saw her in her new string bikini. She looks like a swimsuit model, and I couldn't help but notice that she was turning the heads of not only teenage boys, but also of grown men.

Of course it gives me a twinge of emotion - how quickly the years pass, and how I miss the sweetness of having little girls, and the whole "holy smokes, is that really my daughter?!?" But I'm not too freaked out about it. Some guys seem to have a lot of trouble thinking of their daughters as sexual beings - the classic image of the dad cleaning his gun when the date arrives.

I want her to be careful, and I don't want her to get hurt (impossible, I know) - but I'm also not in denial that she is a sexual being. I hope she's comfortable with herself - she was clearly mortified a few years ago when body changes first started happening, but wearing her new bathing suit out in public is a clear sign that she's much more comfortable with her body.

I hope she'll be able to experience love and passion and sensual pleasure. Actually, I hope that for everyone - yes, even my littlest girl.

Finally, here's a pic of me doing what I like best at the beach - under a beach umbrella, feet in the sand, reading a book...or ogling other guys' daughters.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Blog Chain: "Kinky"

The August edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is kinky sex, which is an interesting topic, as "kinky", like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Read through the posts, and see what this month's participants consider kinky. I've submitted one of my favorite memories to the chain.

If you haven't joined in yet, why not join next month's edition? The subject will be "back to school" - the one that got away/old flame. Who doesn't have tales to tell on that subject?

Full blog chain details are here.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Space Between

I remember hearing a quote somewhere that musically, the space between the notes is as important as the notes themselves. (Okay, that's easy enough to Google - the actual quote is "music is the space between the notes", by Claude Debussy.)

I agree with this, and I like the subtlety that it implies. Sure, the "wall of sound" has its place - but even for heavy music, leaving just enough space between the notes builds the tension...makes the listener wonder and anticipate what might be coming next. The skillful composer or musician can build and release that tension in unexpected and delightful ways.

Lovemaking seems like the same thing. The space between our kisses is as delicious as the kisses themselves. The space between my caresses...between the flicks of my tongue...the exaggerated pause between pulling out of you and the next thrust home.

That space between can be the smallest fraction of a second...or I can draw it out...make you wonder if (or even when) it's coming.

That anticipation can be every bit as good as the kiss..the caress...or the thrust itself. It makes the "mmmmm" and the "ahhhhh" that much better.

Friday, July 27, 2012

FFF: Two-Fisted

I sat in the witness stand and squirmed. The prosecutor was waiting for me to answer, and it felt like he had a two-fisted grip on my throat.

"I'll ask you one more time. Is there anyone who can corroborate your alibi that you were home on the night of July 16th, and not at the scene of the crime?"

I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. Yeah, I did know more about the "incident" on the night of the 16th than I was admitting. But I wasn't there when it happened. And there was someone who could verify that. But there was just a little problem....

I had spent most of that night balls-deep inside Three Finger Vinnie's wife. What an insatiable little slut. Even now, my cock twitched at the memory of how I made her squeal. And there she was, sitting at the defense table, with her mobster husband right behind her.

As if reading my mind, she slowly uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, letting her dress ride up over her garters. God damn....

"One last time, is there anyone?"

I paused. If I admitted where I really was, my life was null and void.

"No sir."

"No further questions."

The judge called for the defense attorney. "Your witness."

She smiled and rose. I hoped she had something good up her sleeve.

The challenge this week was: 255 or fewer words.
The phrase "...two-fisted..." must be used.
Go see Ram the Sunlover to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

e[lust] #38

Photo courtesy of Lucy and Alex of A Couple of Wankers

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #39? Start with the newly updated rules, come back August 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ Top 3 ~

Wrong On Every Level - "If you wouldn’t ask them to borrow $20 bucks, how the fuck is it ok for you to ask them to fuck you? Oh right, it’s not."

Good Girl - "She nearly melted into me. When I finally released her, she exhaled–she had been holding her breath."

The Three Minute Game - "The timer went off and I breathed out, both a sigh of relief and disappointment that it was over."

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

Bitch- "I don’t let her run the show…but she’s always around. She’s in the background saying: Bullshit"

e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Kink & Fetish

Bondage Blowjob
Filling you up
Learn the rope of knots: Square knot
Public tease
Swinging in Paris
Switch: Between Dom & sub – A BDSM Interlude

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A Porn and Masturbation Trifecta
Deal breakers
Deborah Sundahl’s Class & Female Ejaculation
How my pussy has changed
On Rejection
Outgrowing One-Nighters (At Least in Part)
The Good, the Bad, but Never the Ugly

Erotic Writing

4 O'clock in the Morning
At the Campsite
Brutal Passion
Cold Hot Cold
I want to spoil you
I'm a Bootlicker, and That's Okay
I'll Take Two Please!
In the Soft Morning Light
Lolita Twenty-Twelve
My orgasm
Peter and Sophie on Holiday
Slow tease
Sodden Sheets
The Guide
The First Time Again
Week Night Sex

Thursday, July 12, 2012

On Love

I read a post on Sadie's blog this week titled "Love Forever", about a conversation she had with her daughter about love, and specifically whether it's possible to promise someone you'll love them for the rest of your life. Please read the post, as I'm not going to summarize the whole thing. The question they discuss is this:
Do you believe one can sincerely, authentically commit, in real-world application, not metaphor, to loving someone else for the rest of their lives? Is futuristic love predictable? Or is the phrase “I will love you forever,” simply a symbolic statement we use to convey the emotional weight that we feel presently?
Here are my thoughts on this.

Yes, it's absolutely possible to promise to love someone forever - but I think of that as love in the highest possible sense - where I recognize our souls as connected (as all souls are), and I wish all the best for you, needing nothing from you.

It's absolutely *not* possible to promise to love someone forever in the traditional romantic sense - "I will always love and desire you and only you." People change, emotions and feelings change. It's no more possible to promise that you will always love one person in that sense than it is possible to promise that next Tuesday will be sunny and warm. Or that three years from Tuesday it will be sunny and warm.

More than ten years ago, I decided to end a marriage that clearly wasn't working for anyone involved. I finally came to clarity on the hardest decision I hope to ever make when I realized that I could release her and still love her. And that's what I tried to do, and I'm convinced it worked, and that everyone involved is better off for that marriage ending.

Did I stop loving her? By most conventional measures, yes. I was very clear that I didn't want to be married to her, and I've never second-guessed myself on that. But I would answer that in the highest sense, I never stopped loving her, and never will. I don't want to live with her, and desire that our lives overlap as little as possible. But I respect our time together, and I very honestly hope for her happiness.

In the end, I agree with Sadie. My experience is that love *is* different. Love is infinite.


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Blog Chain: "Outdoors"

Kat and Ryan Beaumont recently announced a sex blog chain, and the July edition is now out. The topic is Outdoor or Summer Sex. I just posted about an outdoor adventure (or was it a fantasy?) from my recent hiking/camping trip, which I'm happy to submit to the blog chain.

The complete July edition is posted here, so go enjoy.

If you're a blogger, join in the fun - the topic for August is "kinky sex".

Sunday, July 1, 2012

At the Campsite

I sat at the campsite, idly strumming my guitar. I had done one hike while the rest of the guys had done another, and they weren't back yet. That was fine with me, it was a beautiful afternoon...perfect for sitting in the shade and working on some songs.

My reverie was broken by a "hi", and I was startled, as I thought I was all alone in the world. A woman I recognized from a few campsites down smiled and said she could hear me playing. I apologized and said I hoped I hadn't disturbed anyone. She said I hadn't disturbed her...that she heard music as she was walking past and wondered where it was coming from.

She asked if I would keep playing, and I did...though self-consciously at first, as it wasn't my intention to play for anyone. She recognized the song, and started singing along in a soft, pleasant voice. This was an unexpected treat - we were making music, and it sounded great.

The song ended, and we exchanged a smile. I asked if she wanted to sit and motioned to the bench next to me. She sat down, and I started another song. She joined in again, and we were both grinning at how fun it was.

I brought the song to its finish, and we beamed. She expressed self-consciousness abut her singing voice, and I assured her it was fine. Our gaze lingered...then she reached over and touched my face, then brought her lips to my cheek, whispering "thank you" in my ear. Her lips lingered at my cheek, and I was keenly aware of the scent of her hair and the heat of her body. I turned my head, moving my lips to hers...wondering if she'd pull away.

She didn't. She pressed into me and we kissed...softly and sweetly. I broke the kiss to put my guitar down, then wrapped her in my arms for another soft, sweet kiss.  Her hands moved under my t-shirt, and her touch was electric. I ran a hand under her t-shirt and up her spine and was surprised to find no bra.

I slid my hand around to the front, and she turned slightly to give me access to her breast. I cupped it and squeezed, and she moaned into my mouth. I pinched her nipple and she reacted like an electric current had gone through her. She kissed me frantically, and I continued pinching, squeezing, and twisting her hard nipples.

I had just wondered whether she could climax from nipple play alone, when she broke the kiss and started a shuddering orgasm. Her back arched, her face contorted, and every muscle in her body clenched. She tried to keep silent, but couldn't suppress some soft whimpers.

As her climax subsided, my touch became gentle again...and I finally released her breasts. She hugged me, and I could feel her deep ragged breathing. She kissed my neck and I stroked the soft skin of her back.

We both became aware of voices from other campsites, and she pulled away and gave me a pained look, telling me she was sorry, but she had to go. I smiled and told her I understood - and I did. I stood up, helped her to her feet, and gave her a quick tight hug.

She skipped away, turning once to give me a smile and blow me a kiss. I smiled and blew a kiss back. Then I sat back down and picked up my guitar.

Postscript: the guys got back to camp soon afterwards. I saw her walk past our camp that evening, but neither of us was alone. The next morning her campsite was empty.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Wood Nymphs

I'm leaving soon on an extended weekend of hiking and camping with a small group of old and dear friends. This has become an annual event, and one we look very forward to. We've seen some amazing places, and also enjoyed the camaraderie that I think you can only have with people you've grown up with.

There is one thing missing from these trips....
"What are you going to do"
Laughter.... "*That* kind of fun? There's none to be had with a group of guys in the woods."
"How about wood nymphs? Maybe you'll find a wood nymph."
More laughter. "Wood nymph, huh?"
"And if you do find one, give it to her good."
One can hope. :-)

Monday, June 18, 2012

e[lust] #37

Photo courtesy of Molly at Molly's Daily Kiss

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #38? Start with the newly updated rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ Top 3 ~

Coming to Terms with Being Gay - From the time I was seven I was raised Mormon, which meant I wasn’t allowed to have a girlfriend until I was 16 or to have sex until I was married.

What I Want - I want to be humiliated. Call me a slut. Call me a whore. Slap my face. Expose me.

Dinner Party Entertainment - At that moment, J's eyes went wide--he finally realized I was leaving him there, tied to the bed.

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

My Abstinence Only “Sex Education” - The speakers were a married, Christian couple, and the man told us about how he had pledged to stay a virgin until he was married.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

Your Crappy Writing Turns Me Off - Your written words are your clothes, your power, your voice, your facial expressions and that by which we measure intelligence, personality and even attractiveness.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A New Found Respect for Bondage Educators
Cunt: Healing sexual abuse
Equal but Different
Fuck you. Without a condom
Harper Eliot's Guide to Surviving Drop Alone
PolyAnna's Musings: What About the Kids
Settling down--bullshit free

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Sweet Valley High Meets the Story of Oh My!
Women's rape fantasies
Why May is Nat'l Masturbation Month

Erotic Writing

A Word on What Your Words Do to Me
Anything the Lady Wants
Cemetery Sex
Dropped Call
Fucking a Stranger’s Wife While He Watched
Folly, part 4
Getting His Attention
Jerk and Tug
Jill's Look Back at Masturbation Month
Like a Faggot
Phontographs (fiction, part 1)
Senses and Scents
Spearmint Rhino
Swing: Part I
The Dance
Touch Me, Tease Me

Kink & Fetish

Earning My Wings
fantasy with beast/the train ride
His first crop spanking
Learn the rope of knots: Larks Head
Popping my anal cherry
Stress Relief
Staying power
The Cutting Edge
Tie Me Up! ~ I think...
Why chastity is hot
What I Like and Why

Monday, June 11, 2012

Blog Chain: "First"

Kat and Ryan Beaumont recently announced a sex blog chain, and it sounds like fun, so I'll try to play along as best I can.

The topic for June is "first sex or first extra-marital encounter or first meeting with a lover." I've already blogged about my first time, but it was so early in my blog (it was my very first substantive post, over two years ago), that unless you've read back through my archives, you probably missed it. So I was happy to submit it to the blog chain.

The June edition is now posted, here, and there are some juicy stories for your reading pleasure.

If you're a blogger, join in the fun - the topic for July is "outdoor/summer sex".

Friday, May 25, 2012

FFF: Holiday Weekend

"It's Memorial Day weekend, let's take a ride down to the beach."

I considered this. Sure, it would be fun to take a ride in the convertible...but the traffic...and the crowds.... I wasn't sure.

She flopped down on the front seat and gave me her cutest pout. "Aw, c'mon. It's a beautiful day. Imagine the feel of the wind in our hair...the scent of the sea breeze. When we get there, we'll jump in the waves, then walk the boardwalk."

I had to admit she was convincing. She could see I was wavering.

She flipped her skirt up onto the small of her back and gave me a saucy grin. "After we walk the boardwalk, we'll drive out to the point, and you can fuck me in the ass."

"Let's go."

The challenge this week was: 100-135 words.
The phrase "...the scent of [noun]..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


Sometimes masturbation is about the need to get off as quickly as release the pent up pressure that makes me feel like I'm going to pop if I don't do something about it. Other times, like now, it's about the desire to relax and feel indulge a fantasy.

I lay down on the bed and get comfortable. The afternoon sun, the fresh spring air, and the gentle breeze coming in through the open windows are pleasures all their own on my naked body. I close my eyes and my imagination easily conjures up a fantasy. My body reacts immediately, and my hands work with my imagination to bring myself to full readiness.

I move slowly...not rushing. I have the house to myself and there's no hurry. I can see and feel in my mind's eye how I imagine our lovemaking would be, and I try to feel every you would feel...the soft moans I imagine coaxing out of you. It's too vivid...too good.... I'm going too fast, and I don't want it to end yet, so I make a conscious effort to slow myself down.

I return to fantasyland, but I also stay conscious of my I react to my I react to my stroking. I'm fully erect...throbbing...pre-cum leaking.... I smear the pre-cum around the head with my thumb, making it shiny...slick. I'm stroking slowly...up and down...trying to keep myself close to the edge without going over.

I don't know how long I manage to keep myself on the edge, but there comes a point where there's no holding back any longer. I can feel the welling up, and I've teased myself for so long that I know it's going to be intense. I can feel my toes whole body clench...the sense of release overpowering as my climax washes over me....

As earlier, there's still no rush. The afternoon sun and the spring breeze still feel amazing, so I'll lay here a while longer and enjoy the sensations.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


I realize that this blog has hit a couple of milestones recently. My two year blogoversary passed on April 4, while I was on hiatus. It seemed like bad form to break the hiatus just to declare a celebration, so I let it pass - but now that I'm back, I'll shamelessly note my two years of blogging here.

I also see from blog stats that Friday's FFF post was my 300th post. I like nice round numbers, so I'm declaring a double celebration. It's a pleasure to be part of this community, and I look forward to many more years, and many more hundreds of posts.

Drinks are on me, of course - so let me know what you'd like.


Friday, May 18, 2012

FFF: Rough and Scratchy

(Image source: "On the Stairs" by Samantha Wolov)

I laughed defiantly. "I've been called worse, bitch."

Sparks practically flashed as we glared at each other. But as crazy as we drove each other, the physical chemistry never let up.

My glare turned into an evil grin.

"Don't even think about it."

My grin widened, and I took a step toward you.

"Damn you." But your glare softened ever so slightly. "At least take me upstairs to the bedroom this time."

Thirty seconds later I had you on the stairs, the carpet rough and scratchy under you. I think you were trying to call me a bastard one last time, but I pushed my tongue down your throat as I continued tearing your clothes off.

The challenge this week was: 68-122 words.
The phrase "...rough and scratchy..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

e[lust] #36

Photo courtesy of A Couple of Wankers

Welcome to e[lust] - The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you're looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it'll be here at e[lust]. Want to be included in e[lust] #37? Start with the newly updated rules, come back June 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ Top 3 ~

The Cheshire Cat - Alice felt whiskers tickle her skin and was wracked with sobs of fear. "Oh, little girl, don't cry. You can stand much more than you think you can."

Vaginal Overexposure? - I see a lot of vaginas. A lot. One of my favorite things to tell Vincent and his friends is, "I see more vagina that you ever will!"

Marionette - "I'm writing out a fantasy of mine, but I'm not sure what to do with some of it. I'm hoping you can help me figure it out." "Yes Ma'am."

~ Featured Post (Picked by Lilly) ~

Journeys - These insecurities are at the root of my fears. I don't know how to combat them, how to turn those tapes off in my head.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

I've found a new secret to my G-spot - This g-spot thing might be hard to find since it can't be mapped, but believe me it is real and with time, exploration, a good clitoral orgasm and a willing set of fingers and/or dildos you CAN find it.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the "read more..." tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Kink & Fetish

A Pixie Calls Me Daddy
Afterwards, kissing
Another Try at Topping
Bent Over and Exposed
Female Orgasm: Where Do You Get Off?
Letting the Sadist Out to Play
more con-slut...
pain & sadism: how they intertwine
Tied Up and Tossed in a Corner
Waiting My Turn
Warm Up

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Fifty Shades Of Me

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Buying a Toy: What You Need to Know
Bring on the wanks
I want your sex
My Mother, The Whore
Poly Fallacies #4
Q&A # 3: Childhood BDSM Fantasies
Sticks and Stones...
Small World of Swinging
The Gauge
Us Lately
White and Nerdy

Erotic Writing

Around and 'round
DownGolden girl
Hard Love
Hot sunny sex on a rainy day
It Ain't Sex
I Want to be Watched
I made him watch me masturbate
Lazy Day
Lost in Submission
Making out
On Display
Pussy Doctor
Perfect Cover
Pussy Eating- The Fun Way
Rack and Ruin part II
Shower Scene
The Third Date
Tickle Monster
Waiting for It
Watching Skylarks