i guess i'm old fashioned, but i don't want us to fuck like porn stars.
i don't want to change positions every three minutes.
i don't want you to spit on my cock before you suck me.
i don't want to shove my cock into your throat so you gag.
i don't want you to show me your tongue to prove you swallowed.
On Friday night I had one of the most beautiful, intelligent, fun and sexy women I know sleep over. You might be lucky enough to know her too: India from work spouse story.
At 2am after a bottle of wine, detailed discussions about sex, and watching a few blow-job technique videos, H arrived home from a night out with a friend and was more than happy to help us out with a little bit of fun: a photo shoot. For your viewing pleasure, here are a few of the resulting pictures! Keep an eye on India’s blog for more details and photographs.
We were back from a wonderful dinner celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary, and finally climbing naked into bed.
“Of course,” I replied, as he shifted to the centre of the bed and spread his gorgeous arms out to either side. I slipped the silk scarves that we now keep permanently tied to the bed around his wrists, and smiled down at him. After only a moment’s thought I shifted my body next to his and took the first finger on his right hand into my mouth, running my tongue slowly up the length of it, then giving a slight nip of my teeth on the tip. He sighed in the anticipation of more of this newly-discovered pleasure, his eyes closed, a smile on his lips. Slowly, patiently, I worked my way through each of his fingers, then ran the flat of my tongue over his palm, jumping the silk snaked over his wrist, to continue on a now-uninterrupted path down the inside of his forearm, over his biceps, down to his right nipple, then up to his neck, his ear, and finally his lips for a long, deep kiss. Continue reading →
On my own for a few weeks with H away on a sports tour, I am going to have to hone my imagination and my masturbation skills… so here is a story for you all.
I left the busy office behind me as I crept down the stairs from the second floor to the first, where there is a shower with a small change room, which I use when I cycle to work. I locked the door and pulled out the small wooden chair which folds up into the wall next the shower, pulled up my skirt, and sat down. My right hand slipped inside my black lace panties, and the middle finger slid straight inside my waiting cunt, already wet and swollen with anticipation. It explored a little, ensuring it was perfectly covered in my juices before sliding back out, circling my clit a couple of times, then rising to my mouth so I could taste and smell myself. Back down to my clit, after pausing to toy briefly with my nipples through my shirt with the clean index finger, it began an anti-clockwise circling motion, while the middle finger of my left hand moved down and gentle began probing its way just inside my ass. Continue reading →
He walked into the bedroom, took one glance at my cheeky smile and the fact that the bedside lamp was still on when I was supposed to have been asleep an hour earlier, and asked,
“What are you up to?”
“Just waiting for you to come lick my pussy,” I replied, with a giggle just under the surface as I put aside the book of erotica I had been reading while my fingers toyed with my clit, covered in my sweetly musky juices, and another finger gently teased my ass.
A minute later his cupped hand covered my mouth, smothering my gasps and moans as I relaxed into the first wave of orgasms. I am not used to having to be quiet, as the children sleep through any amount of noise, and we haven’t had guests for a while – at least apart from some close friends, who know and tolerate our sexual appetites. However, with three visitors I didn’t yet know very well still getting ready for bed, discretion was advisable. Continue reading →
Looking back on our lives, we can have a mix of reactions to the things we’ve done. When it comes to sex, our memories can colour us with pride, fondness, nostalgia, indifference, or all too often, regret.
This week’s TMI Tuesday questions delve into things that people typically regret later in life. How much do you regret, if at all, any of the following?
1. Do you regret how you “lost” your virginity? If yes, why and to whom would you have preferred to have lost it?
No I don’t. I wish I had been older than I was (13), but I am glad at least that it was with a boy I loved and trusted. We were together another 3 years and it was quite a journey! There were hard time, and hard lessons, but many good times too. Continue reading →