Bringing In the New Year With a Bang – Part 2

My first post for Revelations was a diary of a New Year’s camping expedition Mr Jones and I embarked on. As promised there are further installments and this is one.

Saturday Afternoon

It had arrived. The last day of 2022. Getting back to nature meant no escaping the mid-summer sunrise that happened at 4 am. Someone forgot to close the tent flap it seems. Once that was rectified we were able to sleep until a more respectable hour of 7am. The day was lazy with not a lot happening. Some socialising. A little walk to the creek. Afternoon drinks under the shady trees in the creek bed with our feet dabbling in the water. 

The arrival of Neon Wax Man caused some excitement. I had witnessed his work several times and Mr Jones even was a subject last time we had seen him but I could never bring myself to be brave. Wax and I have a very mottled relationship. Maybe one day. This didn’t stop the enthusiasm of some of the other people at the event. 

The afternoon meandered to a close. People enjoyed the outdoor showers and bathtub, cooked dinner and readied themselves to party in the new year. I had never been to a New Year’s celebration like this one I was unsure of what to expect As the sun began to slide toward the horizon we wandered over to the main fire. The place where all the action will happen. We were a little earlier than most but there were a couple of people. I found myself in conversation with a man I had chatted (read flirted with) with a few times. Other women had told me that he was good at massage. When he offered a massage I decided to take him up on his offer. 

His reputation was not unfounded. His hands on my back were strong but gentle. He probed my muscles finding spots that had long needed attention. I enjoyed the feeling and felt tension leaving my body. I wished that I had the discipline to find and make regular appointments with a pair of hands like this. 

“You are not asleep yet?” His voice was gentle in my ear.

I roused myself with a smile. Despite the flirting between us the massage so far had been the opposite of sexual. 

“Would you like to turn over,” There was a small smile on his face. 

With a nod I obliged. He continued with the non-sexual approach. Starting at my feet he began to work oil into the soles of my feet and heels. It is amazing how your body can respond to stimulation in this area. He continued to work his way up my claves and legs, Around me the sky began to turn orange and the cicadas began to sing. Slowly fingers began to work their way up my thighs. I kept my eyes closed absorbing the attention. Not for the first time I wished for more regular attention to my muscles. 

Then I felt his fingers running across the top of my thighs. Grazing my outer labia, teasing just a little. Without a comment or any fanfare we tripped over the line from very good vanilla to a very new experience. His skilled fingers stroked and stimulated my yoni in a way I had not experienced before. The tension that had been building between us since we had met way back in October reached a crescendo. 

As has become my habit I worked to control myself. I was conscious of not squirting all over the towels covering the massage table we were using. I worry about making laundry for other people. 

“I can feel you holding back,” His voice was deep in my ear. 

“I know,” I replied. “It is OK.”

“You don’t have to do that though,” 

I sat up and wrapped my legs around his hips pulling him closer to me. I could feel his hard cock resting against my open, wet pussy. I allowed myself to tease him a little. While he had massaged I had wrapped my fingers around his cock, exploring him. I was interested to note a piercing near his frenulum. Not a Prince Albert, something different. I haven’t ever fucked a man with a piercing before. 

His cock slipped into my wet, hungry opening. I allowed myself to be lost in the moment. It was a weird kind of feeling. I was conscious that the night hadn’t even begun. It wasn’t even properly dark. Celebrations for the evening were still to commence. But I didn’t want to cut our fun short. 

We held each other close and his cock moved inside my body. I was torn. I wanted the full experience of this cock. But something was making me hold back. The time was not right for this. I let things ebb away a little and we held each other closely as more people gathered around the fire. There would be time in the future for more exploration. Right now the excitement of New Year’s Eve was upon us. 

If you missed the first instalment you can read about it here.

Friday Flashback – Nice Girls

Photo by Roksolana Zasiadko on Unsplash

She sits across from the table. Perfectly nice. Perfectly innocent. She wears a demure dress with a conservative neckline. Her skirts are never too short or too tight. Her makeup is always subdued and she never wears too much eyeliner or lipstick that is too bright. When you chat with her she smiles politely and looks demurely downwards. Everything about her screams, “Marry me and lets live in a perfect house and make beautiful children”. While you share your morning coffee she laughs at your bad jokes and leans forward as you speak. Touching the pearls around her neck. She makes you feel as if you are the only man in the world.

What never occurs to you is the way she presses her thighs together as thoughts of your cock flit though her mind. You can’t imagine that she would open those perfect pink lips and ram them down over your cock like she was starving for it. That you twisting her hair in your fist would make her suck even harder.  

As you chat and sip coffee in a perfectly polite way you see her eyes dart to the side. At the counter buying a brew is a young man in a suit. The fabric of his pants fits snugly over his ass. When you glance back to her she is sitting perfectly straight looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but there is an animal look in her eyes. It makes you wonder. 

The young man pays for his coffee and turns towards you. He pauses for a moment to say good morning to her. She gives him the same demure smile that she gives you. Her face is exactly level with his crotch as he stands beside her seat. Her tongue is resting on her lips and you notice that her knuckles have whitened as she grips her cup. For a second you allow yourself to see her differently. You wonder what her arse would look like naked and inviting you to fuck her as she sucked the young man’s cock.

The young man says good bye and she looks back you you all perfect niceness and twin set and pearls. The two of you chat about the weather and the stock market for a few more minutes then you finish your coffee and walk out of the shop together. On the street you go your separate ways. As she walks up the street you watch her neat round ass in her knee length skirt. She is going to her reception desk where she will smile at people all day and talk politely to the customers on the phone. Everyone in her office likes her because she is so nice. What they, and you, don’t for a second realise is that sometimes she sits at her desk with a butt plug in her ass because she likes the feeling. No one knows that she always carries a sleek silver bullet in her handbag “for emergencies” which happen almost every lunch break and sometimes in between.

Nobody at her work would ever know that she fucks at least one guy, usually two, sometimes three and a woman if she gets a chance, almost every other weekend. Nobody would ever dream of her sucking a cock like she was starving for it or putting her ass in the air begging you to fuck her senseless like the perfect slut that she is. Everybody thinks she is a nice girl.  

From the Vault – Afternoon Delight

I wasn’t expecting to post today but as I scrolled through some old entries from another time I came across this. It was too good not to share.

“Good Afternoon Ray,” Meryl opened the door wide. “You are just in time for banana cake.” 

“Oooohh I do like a good banana cake,” Ray leaned forward and kissed Meryl on the cheek. He allowed himself a glance downwards at the cleavage that was neatly concealed between the neat floral dress.

“I do like your dress,” he commented with a wink, “that fabric compliments your eyes.”Meryl laughed as she led the way into the kitchen. A little flush coloured her cheeks as she fussed around arranging tea things on a tray. She passed a plate of neatly cut cake to Ray.

“Would you mind?” she lifted the tray and moved towards the lounge room. 

“I never mind anything about you,” Ray followed her the short way, his eyes fixed on her ass. The soft fabric clung to her butt emphasising the movement as she walked. Balancing the tray on one hand Ray reached forward and gently cupped her butt in the palm of his hand.

“Ray!” Meryl chided, “You will make me spill the tea!”

He refused to be ashamed, “Well you should not have such an inviting ass,”

“My goodness what would Deanna say?” Meryl placed the tray on the coffee table and seated herself demurely on the sofa. 

“She would just roll her eyes and say ‘See what I have to live with.” Ray placed his plate carefully beside the tray and sat next to Meryl with his knee touching hers. 

“Well she deserves a medal for living with someone as incorrigible as you for so long!” Meryl filled his teacup and placed a slice of cake on the saucer before handing it to him.

 “If I didn’t think you had a secret longing for someone so incorrigible I would not have dropped by,” Ray took a bite out of his cake, “despite the fact that you make excellent banana cake.” He watched her as he chewed slowly. This was the biggest turn on of all. Making this reserved, demure woman so flustered was hot. Ray felt his cock stirring as he watched the blush on Meryl’s cheeks deepen.Meryl picked up her own cup and took a sip,

“Your azaleas are looking lovely,” she forced herself to ignore Ray’s hand resting on her knee. Without moving his hand Ray looked out of the window to his garden across the street.

“Yes this year I think Deanna has excelled herself with them.” As he spoke he pushed the fabric of her dress above her knee and rested his hand on her bare thigh.

“I wish I had the patience that she has with such finicky plants.” There was a small quaver in Meryl’s voice but she steadfastly kept her eyes on the window in front of them. 

“Well after forty years with me and four sons she is one of the most patient women that I know,” Ray drank the last of his tea and set his cup down on the saucer. “Personally I would rather direct my attention towards flowers that are somewhat more exotic.” He slid down off the couch and placed his body between Meryl’s legs.

Taking a deep breath as he slowly lifted the skirt of her dress. His fingers caressed the soft skin of her thighs. Meryl gave a little whimper and she fell back on the sofa. Her legs fell further apart inviting Ray in. He placed his mouth over her crotch nibbling at her mound through the fabric of her panties. Meryl lost all of her composure and thrust her pelvis towards his face. Ray sat up from her and slid his finger under the elastic, nestling it into the dampness of her crotch. The last vestiges of composure slipped away from Meryl’s face as she pressed Ray’s hand hard into her crotch. Her head was thrown back and her mouth opened as she whimpered in pleasure. Ray pressed his fingers into her wet opening. Inside his pants his cock throbbed. He stood up and unzipped himself. Meryl watched greedily as he slid his pants to the ground and eased his cock out of his boxers. 

“What should I do with this now?” he asked as he stood in front of her holding his cock. Meryl didn’t answer. Instead she stood and slipped out of her panties before kneeling on the sofa in front of him with her butt in the air. Her dress slipped down around her waist. 

“Now that is the kind of flower I was talking about,” Ray stepped forward and touched her clit with the tip of his finger before he stroked her with the tip of his cock. She backed towards him aching for him to fill her.

“Mrs Rogers!” I thought you were such a nice lady with your tea and banana cake but you are just a common cock hungry slut!” Ray’s voice teased her.Meryl looked over her shoulder at him,

“The cake and tea are just a ruse.” She smiled wickedly at him, “Now shut up and fuck me!” 

Ray stepped forward and gripped her hips firmly as he pressed his member deep inside her. She groaned in pleasure as he began to fuck her slowly at first but then harder. The room filled with the sound of her moans of pleasure and Ray’s belly slapping against her ass. “You like that cock deep in your pussy?” he panted as he pounded her.

“You know I do,” she groaned in response. A small stream of wetness coated his cock and balls as a tiny orgasm shuddered through her. Ray felt the pressure building at the base of his cock. He held it back enjoying the feeling of the impending orgasm. He gripped Meryl’s ass firmly as he leaned forward to whisper to her,

“Are you ready to be filled with my hot cum?” 

“MUUUUUM!!” A shrill voice interrupted her reply. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

Ray was past the point of no return. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself into Meryl but the wave of the orgasm was flat as he took in the indignant young woman standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the sitting room. Beneath him Meryl shuddered in response to him breathing heavily with her head hanging down. Silence bounced around the room as the three people adjusted to the unexpected encounter.

Meryl was the first to recover.“Well dear,” she said calmly without moving away from Ray, “Mr Crowther and I have this arrangement.”

The young woman standing in the doorway’s eyes widened as her mother spoke.

“On Thursdays he comes around for an afternoon delight.” Meryl made no effort to move away from Ray as his cock softened rapidly in her dripping wet pussy. Transfixed by the exchange between mother and daughter Ray stood still gripping Meryl’s hips. His cock slid out of her pussy but still he didn’t move.

“What would Dad say?” The young woman demanded.

“Not much I expect,” Meryl’s calm voice continued. “I believe he has a similar arrangement with Mrs Blythe two doors down.”

From the Vault – Softly Softly

It has been a while since I posted something from the archives of Erotic Adventures. When I opened the page this one was at the top of the list.

Photo by Travis Grossen on Unsplash

My name is Layla my boyfriend’s name is Seb. We have been going out for about six months now and it has been great. Seb isn’t like the other boys he is quiet and kinda nerdy. He does nice things for me. Like the other day I was walking the the bus and the strap on my bag broke. My books went everywhere. People were pushing me as I tried to pick up my stuff then frigging Lucy Smythe called me a loser and stood there with her friends laughing at me. Seb came along and helped me. He picked up my books and carried my broken bag to the bus without saying anything. No one at school knows he is my boyfriend. We decided to keep it a secret because we didn’t want people giving us shit at lunchtime or writing stupid stuff about us on the toilet walls.

On the weekends I usually go to Seb’s house. We have the place to ourselves because his mum works at Big W and doesn’t get home until six. His Dad doesn’t live with them which suits Seb just fine. He says his dad is a loser. So I go to his place around lunchtime and we usually hang out in his room listening to the radio and talking. My Mum thinks we are studying and sometimes we do. Seb is amazing at science; he says he wants to do cancer research when he finishes school. I just want to pass and get a job.

So we hang out in his room and listen to songs on the radio. Sometimes we lie on his bed and he puts his arm around me. The first time we kissed I had to kiss him. He is really shy but it was nice, soft and gentle, not trying to eat my face like some of the other boys I dated. When he touches me it is like he is afraid he is going to hurt me. He slips his hand inside my shirt and strokes my boob through my bra. Honestly some days he goes so slow and soft I feel like I am gonna turn inside out. One day I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down so he could put his hand inside my knickers. He was so shocked but I could see in his eyes that he really wanted to. When he touched me there it was the weirdest feeling. I had never let a guy do that before. Stupid Josh Patterson had tried to grope me through my jeans once when he was drunk at a party but I kicked him in the nuts. We broke up after that. 

Seb’s dick is amazing. The first time I held it I was so shocked at how something could be so warm and soft and still hard at the same time. I love stroking it and playing with the stuff that comes out of the end when he is hard. One day I pulled back his foreskin and kissed the tip. I thought it would taste yuck but it didn’t taste like much at all just a bit salty, he smelled like soap. Afterwards he told me he always showered just before I came so he would smell nice for me. After I kissed the tip like that I kind of sucked him into my mouth. He groaned so loud I thought his brother was going to come in to see what was wrong. After that we turned the radio up a bit louder, just in case. He wouldn’t let me suck him for too long. He was worried he was going to cum and he didn’t know if I would like that in my mouth. I was glad about that. I don’t think I would like it in my mouth either. 

Last week we were lying on his bed and he was kissing me. His hand went down into my jeans. I helped him a bit and unzipped them for him. He was feeling brave and pushed them right down and my knickers as well. He watched my face as he started to feel around down there. He has learned a little bit about what to do there and he knows where to put his fingers to make me feel good. This day he played with my clit a little bit then he put his fingers inside me. I tried not to make a noise but I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and put my hand inside his jeans. His dick was hard as a rock. I put my fingers around and moved my hand up and down the way he liked. 

“Would you like it if I put that inside you instead of my finger?” he asked me quietly. 

I thought for a moment. “I dunno,” I kept moving my hand and he began to move his fingers in and out of me.

“OK,” he said. “I just wanted to tell you that I would like to do that with you. But we don’t have to.” 

He put his thumb on my clit. He had found that little move on the net and had tried it on me the week before. I wasn’t sure if I liked it then but this day I loved it. I thought about his dick inside me. I was scared and excited about it at the same time. All the things I had read in magazines and heard the girls at school say made me think it wouldn’t be that great. Some people even said it hurt. But then if it wasn’t that great how come so many people wanted to do it all the time. The people in the movies always looked like they were having a great time. I trusted Seb. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and I was starting to think I loved him.

“Have you got a thing?” I asked. I didn’t want to say the word. Last year for a joke someone had blown up some condoms and used them as balloons at Julie Bank’s party. When I touched them they felt disgusting.

“What?” he frowned. 

“You know,” I felt embarrassed, “A thing for your dick.” 

The frown disappeared. “Well I hope you don’t mind but yes I do.” He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a box. It was opened.

“Did you already use one?” I asked.

“Only for practise,” he looked sheepish. That was so Seb; the ultimate boy scout, prepared for everything. 

He took out a little square packet and put it on the bed between us. Suddenly I felt more scared than I had ever felt and at the exact same moment more excited than ever. He pulled his jeans down so that I could see his dick properly. He was so hard and a little bead of wet stuff shone at the tip. 

“Do you want this?” he held up the packet. 

I opened my mouth. All the warnings from the sex-ed teachers and my parents to wait and not be one of ‘those’ girls flashed before my eyes. Then I looked into Seb’s eyes and all I could think about was his gentle hands that had never hurt me and how when I was with him I felt like nothing could touch me. “Yes,” I whispered. 

He ripped open the packet. It seemed like everything went in slow motion. His hands were shaking as he took out the little rubber wheel and put it over his dick. I pulled down my jeans. They got caught over my ankles and I had to bend down to ease them off. When I straightened up he was lying there naked except for the rubber covering his dick. I felt so awkward and didn’t know where to lie or put my hands until he took my hand and pulled me close to him. We were both breathing hard and he was shaking so much. He rolled on top of me taking his weight on his hands and looking down at me. I could feel his dick between my legs pressing against my thighs. 

“Are you ready?” he asked as he kissed me.

“Yes,” I answered straight away. I was never more ready for anything. 

He moved a little, “You need to open your legs further,” he whispered. 

“Oh yeh,” I felt so frigging awkward. Like when I was trying to learn to ride a bike. How did the people on the TV make this look so easy? 

“It’s OK.” Seb kissed me again. “It doesn’t matter what happens I will still love you.” 

He reached down and I could feel him fumbling a little with himself then I felt his dick pressing against me. It wasn’t anything like his finger. I felt myself stretching a little as he pressed against me, it stung but at the same time I wanted it so much. He pressed into me a little more,

“Is this OK?” his face had a weird look of concentration and concern on it. 

“Yes,” I reached up and stroked the side of his face. He pressed harder and I felt him easing inside me. I whimpered a little at the sting but at the same time I felt amazing. I kissed him as he pulled out and pushed back in. He started moving faster, in and out. He was touching me in ways he had never done before. I forgot the sting and got caught up in the rhythm. His eyes were closed and he made little grunting noises as he pressed into me. I could feel something building up in me it was intense. My mind was whirling around trying to take in all the things that were happening to me. 

Seb moaned and I felt him go stiff on top of me. Between my legs I could feel him pulsing and then he relaxed on top of me. He lay there for a few moments panting. “That was amazing,” he kissed me and stroked my face. I wriggled a little under him, he was getting heavy.

 “Sorry,” he muttered and rolled off me. “Hang on,” he got of the bed and pulled to condom off. I watched him as he cleaned himself with a tissue. My hand reached down and I felt around my vag and clit. When I touched myself I felt how huge I was and I groaned a little.

“Here let me help you,” he lay down beside me and touched me. I lay back and let him stroke me. I have never cum so hard as I did then.

Afterwards we lay holding each other too stunned to think. My mind was almost splitting open with what we had done. The Little Mix song “Change Your Life” was playing on the radio. 

Can You Hear That?

No you can’t because there isn’t anyone there making a sound. My house is empty of humans. Except for me. Yes the dishwasher is humming and the washing machine is whirring but they can do their job without the need for instruction, assistance, admiration or just attention from me.

I don’t think anyone who lives with me understands how I feel right now. All of them have the luxury of as much alone time as they could want. None of them have a job that involves demanding, draining people in your face for eight hours straight. None of them have a deep seated need to create that gets stifled by people being present and demanding attention.

So now to write.

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I Don’t Chase

If you want me say so.

Even if you only have limited time.

Just be honest.

It has been a while but you have been busy so we kind of lost touch.

If you want me just say so.

This contrived conversation is irritating.

I enjoyed fucking you.

I was incredibly turned on by your strength and the way you placed me just so. You arranged my body for your pleasure. And in doing so fucked the life out of me.

But I do not chase after dick.

I am a Goddess

If you want me you have to ask.

TMI Tuesday – Pleasure and Pain

1. Which do you enjoy more in bed, pain or pleasure?

I am definitely more into pleasure but I do like to include a little pain. A little spank, a little nibble adds to the intensity.

2. Do you like being tickled during sex? Where?

I am not really ticklish so when people try to tickle me it has very little impact. I do like to be stroked gently with the back of someone’s fingernails though. If that counts.

3. Have you ever used feathers during sex?

I do possess a couple of feather ticklers. The kind you buy from the sex shop. They have had a kind of ‘meh’ effect so they aren’t really a go to. If I want to stroke gently I find the fronds of a flogger to have more impact.

4. Do you like to be blindfolded during sex? Why?

This is something that people TALK about but somehow in the heat of the moment these things get forgotten. Although I have had a bit of a realisation that I have developed a habit of being a bit passive when I am having sex and letting my partner dictate things. Even when he asks what I want I defer to what I think he wants. During a session with The Divorcee realised I have to be more pushy. So the restraints may happen in our future. He has mentioned he wants to. So I just have to make it happen.

5. Have you ever used cold or heat as part of your sex play? What was provided, the cold or the heat?

When pleasuring myself at home I sometimes enjoy the coolness of my glass dildo in those first few moments before it is warmed by my body. But extreme like putting it in the freezer. Not yet. Maybe with someone I trusted to administer it. It is early days but I like the idea of making a little to do list with The Divorcee.

6. Do you enjoy being spanked, giving spankings, or both?

Both. Some people have very delicious bums that are very very spankable. I also like the feel of being spanked. Sometimes over a knee. Sometimes while I have a cock buried deep inside me.

7. Do you have a safe word? Have you ever used it?

Mr Jones and I have had a joke for many years about “Pineapple” being our safe word. For the record neither of us have ever had to use it. Partly because we are pretty in tune with how the other is faring and partly because we don’t go to extremes all that often.

The only time I have ever really made a safe word was during a weekend we spent with a couple earlier in the year. It didn’t go particularly well. Needless to say that despite making and me using the safe word, he ignored it. I had to repeat the agreed word and then the more standard “red” several times before his wife stepped in. It has made me even more cautious about those kinds of situations.

Power Trip

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I usually keep my “Gemma life” very separate from “Mrs Jones” life. But a situation happened at work recently that prompted this story.

“Hey guys, nice to see you.” The Academic Leader, Simon,  greeted the mug shots as they popped on to the screen. 

“Hey there,” John settled into his chair. After two years zoom meetings still seemed weird to him. Beside him his colleague donned his headphones and logged in to the same meeting. Unlike John Travis was what they call a digital native. He was at ease with this kind of meeting. Even being cheeky enough to work on other tasks during the meeting. 

“They can’t see me doing that stuff,” he explained to John. “The camera sees me at my desk. I can hear what is being said. No loss to anyone and the whole meeting isn’t a complete waste of time.” 

John could never bring himself to do that. Listening to a conversation and concentrating on work was too much for him. So he sat through the stupid meeting and dreamed about retiring. 

“Helllooo everyone, sorry for being a bit late,” The broad tones of a Scottish lass pricked John’s ears. John twitched in his seat as the sound of her voice triggered the same tingle in his lower regions. 

“No worries Rowan.” Simon reassured her before he began his usual spiel. John looked over at Travis typing furiously, responding to emails and constructing worksheets for upcoming lessons. John found Travis’ energy tiring most days. He longed for a quiet life. One where he could go about his life with minimal disruption and be safe in the knowledge that if anything didn’t work in his classroom it was most definitely not anything to do with his teaching but rather his students’ shortcomings. 

The meeting droned on. John stifled a yawn. He really didn’t need to hear most of this stuff. Anything really important would be relayed by Travis. Then without warning there was a change in the tone of the meeting.

“In my experience,” Rowan’s voice remained calm despite the intensity John could feel, “this kind of practise never works for young people. We should be thinking a little bit more outside the box,” 

The familiar tingle increased as John looked at Rowan’s face on the screen. It was so hard to read expressions in the little mug shots but it didn’t matter her voice was what he was responding to. There was a break in the sound of her accent as Simon tried to placate her. But she wasn’t having it. 

“I disagree,” Was that a slight increase in volume? John listened intently to the tones of her voice feeling his own body echoing in response.

 “I know other schools are taking a very different approach and it really works.” John could feel the unfamiliar stirring of his cock. He hoped the meeting would end soon he didn’t know if he could contain his reaction.

Simon managed to shut the debate down even though John knew, and he allowed himself a wry smile at the thought, that the discussion was far from over. This woman wasn’t a pushover. The whoosh sound of everyone logging off from the meeting rang in John’s ears as he removed his headphones. Most of his colleagues had left for the day and he stood beside his desk looking around the empty office. The memory of Rowan’s voice was still strong and he felt a tightening in his pants. 

Quickly he picked up his car keys and exited the office. As he walked his erection grew. He felt as if he could hear her walking behind him. The feeling increased his arousal. Once inside his car he sat breathing heavily. Before he even realised he was fumbling with his zipper, desperate to free his dick. His hand wrapped around his shaft and began an unfamiliar shuffle. His old wrists complained but he couldn’t stop. His dick was harder than he could remember it being for a long time. He imagined her face looking at him as he stroked, demanding him to continue.

He felt the unfamiliar pressure building. The feeling of a dam about to burst. It had been so long but he couldn’t stop now, even if he wanted to. His breath was hot and hard and his hips bucked against the car seat. Heat surged through him and a dribble of cum covered his hand. Even his ejaculation was out of practise. He sagged back against the car seat breathing heavily. His dick receding back into its usual shell. 

After a few moments his mind cleared and he looked down at the white liquid splashed over his wrist. A string of fluid bridged the tip of his cock with the fingers that had just been stroking it. He looked around the empty carpark. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. Wanking in the seat of his car like a dirty old man. He used the rag he kept behind the driver’s seat to wipe his hand clean all the time wondering what his wife would say if she knew. Worse what would Rowan say? 

He squirmed imagining her displeasure. Then his heart sank as he remembered. It would be two weeks until he heard her voice again.  

Booty Worship

Arses, asses, bums, backsides, bottoms. I love a nice bum. I love to enjoy them in so many ways. I love to look at them. When they are dressed in a pair of pants that fit just right. Jeans that hug your curves are perfect. Dress pants that seem to give you depth. Sometimes those dresses that cling and show how your buns seem to push and pull with each other when you walk. All of that. And yes a nice bum is a nice bum. 

One of the things that keeps me at pole fit is looking at bums. Booty shorts on perky bums, on big round bums, on little cute bums. I love the way some booty shorts ride up and you get that curve that peeks out underneath. One girl at the moment wears actual g strings to class. Her ass is delicious. I want to worship it in every way. Including a bare handed spanking. The kind that makes your hand sting as much as their bum. 

When I see a naked bum like that my hand itches to touch it. I want to feel the curve in my palm. I want to give it a gentle squeeze while I press my body against it. The Second Mate had a great bum. It was big and round and I loved to grab it as I walked past. The Traveller also has a substantial arse. I loved to watch the way it moved as he walked and carried out tasks while we were sailing. Mr Jones’ arse is different but delicious in it’s own way. I love to look at his while he is sleeping. Sometimes the position he lies in seems so provocative. 

When I am fucking I love to reach around and cup a man’s arse. To feel the strength of the muscle as it pushes his cock into me. If there is an appropriately positioned mirror then all the better. I think that is one of the things I enjoy about The Traveller. Looking at that arse and knowing what it has been up to. Such a naughty delicious pleasure. 

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The Morning After

Good friends

Good wine

Good food

Good conversation

Some laughs

A sneaky kiss

A few strokes

Naked bodies twisted together

Arms, legs entwined

Heat, passion, release

That is what this lifestyle is all about.