Friday Flashback – All the Fun of the Fair

It has been a while since I shared a story from my old blog. For those Australians who have experienced the joy of an agricultural show this story may be a little nostalgic. I certainly WISH this had happened to me.

“Roll up, roll up! Test your strength! Every player wins a prize!” The little man swung the hammer above his head before letting it fall onto the platform beside him. The weight shot up and rang the bell at the top of the stand.

“It’s rigged,” Steve watched with a slight smirk on his face. “The secret is in the way he hits the platform. It isn’t about being strong.” We watched for a while as people lined up and hit the platform with all their might. Even Johnno fell for it. Muscles bulging he slammed the stand but the little weight only moved halfway up the stand.  To add insult to injury the sideshow guy stepped forward and took the hammer from him and let it fall on the platform. The bell dinged as the weight shot to the top. The crowd watching laughed as Johnno’s face turned red.  

Beside me Steve chuckled with the crowd as his hand that had been draped casually around my waist, slid lower until it was resting on my ass cheek. As another person stepped up and handed their money over, he squeezed me ever so gently. My mind wandered from the suckers lined up to hand over their hard-earned cash. I turned towards him,

“Don’t make promises that you can’t keep,” I looked straight into his eyes as I pressed my body against his, rubbing my crotch against his thigh.

“Who said I was promising anything?” He pulled away from me and led me down sideshow alley.

“Let’s go in here,” he pulled me towards the Haunted House.

“It is so lame,” I protested.

“So,” his eyes challenged me.

“Whatever!” I shrugged. We stepped inside, past the fake skeleton that jiggled unconvincingly, and under the spider’s web that dangled from the ceiling. The corridor we were in took a turn to the left blocking off the light from outside and cloaking us in dimness. Fog spewed out of a fog machine in the corner making a dark little hiding spot for Steve to pull me into.  

Away from the people walking through the attraction and covered by darkness and fake fog he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. My mouth opened to accept his tongue and his hand slid up my shirt to ease my breast out of my bra. His fingers squeezed my nipple, as I whimpered into his mouth a trickle of wetness started between my legs. He lifted his body away from mine and took my hand, pulling me back into the stream of people. I stumbled a little as I followed, still dazed by the onslaught to my senses from his hands and tongue. As we followed the rest of the twists and turns laughing at the lame attempts to scare us and the shrieks from the thirteen-year-old girls in front of us his hand rested on my arse, reminding me of how he liked to grip me there when we were fucking. All I could think about was his thick hard cock buried deep inside me grinding me into the mattress while his hands gripped my ass giving him the leverage to press himself deeper into me. 

We rode on the Ferris Wheel. I hate heights but he convinced me. Once our little gondola was clear of the ground and the eyes of the crowd, he unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand inside. I forgot about the height as his fingers slid downwards. I wished I wasn’t wearing jeans as I tried to spread my legs wide, and his finger slipped down further. I didn’t even look out at the showgrounds beneath us as he finger fucked me. All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. Then we were back at the bottom. He pulled his hand out and I quickly zipped my jeans hoping no one would notice. All I wanted to do was go somewhere and fuck. I didn’t care where. I didn’t even care how many people saw us fucking. I just wanted the sweet feeling of Steve’s cock pumping into my aching cunt.

But he made me walk through all the pavilions looking at cakes and knitting and kid’s schoolwork and chickens and pigs and stupid cattle. Every time we passed a quiet alleyway I hoped he would turn down there, push my jeans down around my knees, bend me over something and fuck the life out of me. He never did. He just walked around looking at animals and making conversation with people we knew. Every time the aching need for him began to subside a little he would squeeze my ass, reminding me. As we stood, watching the woodchop he leaned down and whispered in my ear,

“I can’t wait to bury my cock in that sweet, wet cunt of yours when we get home,”

My cunt throbbed. I went into the toilets and pulled down my pants. My knickers were soaking wet. I slid my fingers down into my slit and stroked myself, but it wasn’t good enough. I wanted him. I wanted his cock.

The afternoon stretched into the evening. Everywhere I looked there were dark corners in between sideshows and around pavilions. But Steve seemed blissfully unaware as he bought me a dagwood dog and pulled me into the stands to watch the demolition derby. His hand rested on my thigh. Every now and then his finger would stroke the seam of my jeans that ran between my legs pressing it against my clit. It was agony.  

Just before the fireworks started, I turned to him and said,

“If you don’t make good on your promises and take me somewhere to fuck me RIGHT NOW, I will go home by myself.”

His eyes opened wide in mock surprise, “But the fireworks are just about to start,” he protested.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about the fucking fireworks.” My voice was hot with desire that he had been stroking all day. “I need fireworks in my pants and I need it now!”

There was a pause and I wondered if I would have to make good on my threat to leave by myself. Then without speaking he stood and led me down the stairs and around to the back of the ring where the members of the show committee were allowed to park their cars. He unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees before bending me over the bonnet of his Dad’s ute. The metal was cold against my flushed cheek. The cool evening air slipped around my naked ass and teased my exposed pussy. In the darkness I heard the jingle of his belt buckle and the quiet sound of his zipper. As the first small fireworks snapped into the air his cock pressed against my ass. I could feel how hard he was, and my body responded with even more wetness. 

“You want this?” his voice whispered in my ear as he stroked my wet pussy lips with his hard, hot member. 

I ached even more for him and whimpered in response. He pressed the head of his cock against my opening. I wanted to push back against him and impale myself on him, but he held me firmly against the bonnet of the car stopping me from moving. His cock slid inside me. At that first pop of his head entering me I groaned. Then the rest of him followed slowly filling me, satisfying the aching need I had been feeling all day. When he was all the way in, he stopped. I clenched my muscles around his hardness. I could almost cum just from the feeling of him inside me, almost, but not quite. He started pumping me, slowly but increasing his rhythm as the fireworks built up behind us. 

I forgot about everything except the feeling of him inside me. He reached around and touched my swollen aching clit as his cock slid in and out of me. An orgasm exploded through me after the first stroke. He continued to stroke and pump I came again and again. I completely forgot where I was.  The fireworks got louder and faster as they neared their grand finale. I could feel the pressure building up in Steve. His breathing got heavier, and he gripped my hips as he slammed into me. His balls slapped against my clit, sending me over the edge again. As the fireworks climaxed so did Steve. I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot his cum deep inside me. He let out a long loud groan and his orgasm seemed to go forever.

He collapsed on top of me panting with pleasure and exhaustion. Around us the sound of the crowd starting to disperse brought us back to reality. He stood up and let his cock slide out of me accompanied by a dribble of his cum. In a daze I stood and pulled up my jeans just as Mr Tucker from the next farm walked by on the way to his car. I turned my head, hoping he wouldn’t notice who I was. 

“Hello there Jill,” he murmured quietly. He didn’t stop walking and my cheeks burned red. I was glad of the darkness although it was pretty obvious what we had been up to. I just had to hope he didn’t mention it to my Dad.

Craving

I have a craving. A craving for a man who is starving.

I have the food he is starving for.

At first there will be restraint. I will display what he wants, and he will take a taste. One finger dipped in juice. He knows he cannot have more.

Yet.

He will put his face close to me and inhale the aroma of my offering. His mouth will water, and his fingers will explore but he knows he cannot have more.

Yet.

He moves closer and takes his first taste. A long slow lick. His whole body shudders with desire. But he cannot have more.

Yet.

I spread my legs wider. My fingers dip into my dripping wet cunt and then trace the path I want his tongue to follow. His eyes follow eagerly. I notice his hand is around his manhood moving slowly. He is almost ready. Eagerly he follows my fingers with his tongue. A deep groan vibrates through him.

Or is that me?

He grips my thighs desperately holding back. The ache to consume and be consumed grows. My fingers cradle the back of his head. His breath is hot against me. I wait. Each tentative stroke of his tongue sending a cacophony of pleasure through me.

And then it is time.

I can wait no longer. My fingers curl into his hair. I press his head against me. He obeys. He buries his face into me, gulping as he tries to drink my juice. His breath comes in short sharp bursts. I am lost in sensation. My head falls back, and the room fills with my cries of pleasure until I can take no more. I press his forehead away from me and he leans back on his heels breathing heavily. Droplets of my pleasure coat his chin. We grin at each other, and I reach for his cock. My craving is satisfied.

For now.

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Naughty, Dirty Woman

I want you to fuck me

The text was straightforward enough but he knew that this would not be a routine, run of the mill fucking. Nothing about fucking this woman was routine or run of the mill. And that was how he liked it. Dirty, taboo and all kinds of naughty.

How would you like me to fuck you?

He had a million ideas about how he would fuck her but they all ended the same way, his cock buried deep inside her, hands gripping her hips and the deep spasm of her pussy enveloping him.

In the carpark, bent over the front of your ute.

His cock was hard before he finished reading. The thought of her bent over, legs spread. He knew he was going to struggle to say no to her. For a fleeting moment he thought about the job in front of him. His boss was waiting for him to finish but he was not motivated.

Will you wear that skirt?

He was glad his clothes were loose. Walking around the work site with a boner was always awkward.

Of course. 😉

He looked around at the other men working on the job with him. How would they react if he suddenly walked out? Did he care? Of course, it wasn’t the right thing but all he could think about was his cock buried deep in her wet cunt while she squirmed and whimpered under him.

I want to go home with your cum running down my leg

Fuck! How could he say no to that! He made a decision. He was thinking with his small head, but he didn’t care.

I will meet you at Boundary Road in one hour

He knew he would have to make it up to his boss later and he knew his boss would take no prisoners but the boner in his pants was not going away.

One hour later he pulled into the carpark. She was leaning on the bonnet of her car cool as a cucumber. As promised the skirt swirled in the wind swishing the hem tantalisingly around the top of those brown legs. She smirked at him as he stepped out of his ute.

“Took you long enough,”

She moved towards him. The wind lifted the hem of her skirt to flash him a glimpse of her bare pussy. His cock throbbed painfully. With a few short steps he was standing in front of her. He reached out and took her hand to lead her to the front of his ute.

“You wanted to be fucked over the front of my ute?”

With one hand he pressed her over the bonnet. Her skirt lifted enticingly. His other hand fumbled with his zipper. His cock throbbed almost painfully. Finally it was free. He pressed her legs apart, letting his finger graze her cunt. She was so hot and wet.

“You are such a dirty girl.” He pressed the head of his cock against her opening.

“You love it,” She pushed her hips back against his cock impaling herself on him.

“AHHHHH’” she groaned.

For a moment he looked around the car park. Even though there was no one there people could look over from the nearby road and see them.

“What if someone sees us?”

Her voice was muffled by the bonnet of his car, “I don’t fucking care. Just fill me with your big cock,”

He knew he wouldn’t last long. This whole thing was so damn dirty.

“What did you tell your hubby?” He thrust hard into her.

“Nothing,” she panted in between cries of pleasure.

“Are you going to take my load home for him,” He could feel the pressure of his orgasm building. Nothing was going to stop him blowing hard inside her

“Yes,” the word hissed out of her. “Now fill me up,”

His hands gripped her hard, “Get ready, UGGGGGHHH.” He grunted in pleasure as his cock exploded inside her. Nothing ever prepared him for the white-hot feeling of unloading inside her. For long moments he leaned over her, panting. She remained perfectly still, holding his cock. Slowly he withdrew letting his cock slide out of her. A dribble of his cum ran down her leg. She turned to face him.

“Well then,” she grinned, that naughty smile. The one that made him horny every time. “Better get back to work then.”

He grinned back at her, “Probably. But I am going to take my time and fuck the life out of you next time,” he promised.

A teasing light glinted in her eye, “Is that so?”

He slapped her bare arse cheek, “You know it,”

“Well then.” She lifted her chin as if to challenge him, “Name the place and time and we will see,”

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “We definitely will.”

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Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 10

What do you want more of in your sex life?

The honest answer, not much really. I have almost everything a girl could possibly want. The only thing that would possibly tick a different box is a dominant play friend.

Mr Jones is not entirely keen on this idea. He says that a man who is capable of dominating me is probably not a very nice person and therefore he wouldn’t be happy with me seeing him. He does have a point. I don’t take well to someone restraining me or denying me something I have decided I want. Particularly when it comes to sex. In my professional life I have a reputation for being tolerant and patient with difficult people. In my sex life I don’t have time for that shit. I want what I want and I want it NOW. If you say no to me then I will go find it somewhere else.

So even though I fantasise about a man strong enough to make me wait. I haven’t actually done a lot about finding him. Mostly because I don’t want to sort through the idiots on adult dating websites who call themselves Dominant. The majority of these are there to massage their own egos. I definitely don’t want that.

My recent experience with The Second Mate did take me down that path. He was not beyond pushing me to do things his way and making me wait upon his pleasure. I would very much have liked more time with him to see where things would have ended up but sadly it was not to be. I don’t think it will be easy to find someone like that again.

And so I fantasise some more. But I am not about to spend a lot of time looking. The right person will come along at the right time.

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Stretching Greedy Lucy Part 2

If you missed Part 1 you can read it here.

The Second Mate led Lucy down the stairs. Once inside The Captain’s cabin he stripped away the strips of clothing that she had been permitted to wear before taking her to the shower. After he made sure the water was the right temperature, he guided her into the warm stream before gently soaping her all over. His hands lingered over the fullness of her breasts holding the round globes in his palms and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She gave a little whimper of pleasure as he leaned down and took each of her nipples into his mouth.

His hands wandered down over her body to cup the cheeks of her butt before sliding between her thighs to caress her pussy.

“You were such a good girl today. Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked as he looked intently into her eyes.

She gave a sly smile, “Yes I did, although I wish that you had let me have more.”

He turned off the water and she stepped out of the shower into the towel he was holding.

“I told you. There will be more.”

When she was dry, he led her out of the bathroom to the Captain’s bed where The Captain was waiting for her. As always, the sight of his thick cock caused a throb in her cunt. Lucy grinned like a little girl with a treat as she climbed onto the bed. The Captain lay back as she kneeled over him and teased herself with the head of his cock. A shudder went through her body and a warm jet of liquid covered his cock. The Second Mate felt his cock harden.

With a satisfied sigh Lucy lowered herself onto The Captain’s cock as his hands gripped her hips. She moved slowly at first until he encouraged her to move faster. The Second Mate stood at the end of the bed watching as the speed of her movements increasing. Unconsciously his hand wrapped around his cock. He began to stroke slowly. He stepped forward straddling The Captain’s legs. His cock was hard against Lucy’s arse. Pre-cum glistened over the tip.

“Would you like more?” his voice was hot in her ear.

Lucy nodded.

“Lean forward,” he instructed.

Lucy leaned down so that her breasts were pressing against The Captain’s chest. She felt The Second Mate’s cock against her pussy.

“What are you doing,” Lucy gasped

His voice was hot in her ear, “You wanted more,”

She felt her pussy stretch as the tip of the Second Mate’s cock sought entry. For a moment she wondered if he was attempting the impossible but then she felt herself opening to him. Her mouth opened in a gasp of pleasure as he slowly stretched her wide enough to fit his cock in beside The Captain. The three of them were still for a moment breathing and feeling each other. The Second Mate began to move with slow thrusts. Lucy could feel every tiny movement of him. She never would have imagined the intense pressure of being so stretched could be so amazing.

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Stretching Greedy Lucy

A while back I wrote a story about a particularly slutty young woman named Lucy. The initial scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. However while I was in bed with Mr Jones and The Second Mate I thought of another adventure for this slutty little Miss.

Sunshine poured through the hatch of Lucy’s cabin, illuminating her breasts. A cool breeze caressed her skin causing her nipple to pucker. Still sleepy she squirmed, trying to pull the blankets back over her body. But as she tugged, she was met with resistance. Confused she opened her eyes to find the Second Mate standing at the end of her bed.

“The captain has requested that you be prepared,” he stated.

Lucy frowned in confusion, “Prepared for what?”

“The crew.” The Second mate bent down and caressed her skin with the back of his fingertips. With a sigh Lucy arched her back towards his caress. He leaned down and she felt the heat of his breath above her nipple. She pressed herself upwards towards his lips, but he pulled back so that his lips caressed her like a feather.

“Not now,” the second mate was all business. He pushed her legs apart so that he could caress her clit with his fingers. Again, she arched towards him. Again, he withdrew. Lucy sighed in frustration. The Second Mate grinned. There were days when he really enjoyed his job. “Up you get,” He tickled the bottom of Lucy’s foot. Lucy groaned and hauled herself out of bed to face the day.

Thirty minutes later she was on the front deck dressed as instructed. The Second Mate was waiting. A flicker of something in his eyes told her he was impressed as she sashayed past; or was that the bulge in his pants? Either way, she brushed past him, pausing just enough for him to view her cleavage that was barely contained by her tiny bikini top. His hand gripped her arse.

“These will have to come off,” He gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her butt cheeks. He allowed his fingers to slide down the slit between her cheeks and graze the wetness that was already building. She arched her back to display her pussy, hoping that he would slide his finder inside her. She was disappointed.

“Good things come to those who wait,” The Second Mate guided her to the front of the yacht. He took a rope and bound her wrists to the front furler. She stood bracing herself against the movement of the yacht on the ocean. A breeze lifted her skirt and tickled her pussy reminding her of the light teasing caresses of The Second Mate earlier that morning. She pressed her thighs together.

“Keep your knees apart,” The Second Mate pushed her knees open. His hand rested on her bare arse cheek. Lucy arched her back hoping to feel his strong fingers caress her. Again, he slid his fingers down into her wetness stroking her hard clit until her breathing came harder in her throat and then suddenly removing the source of her pleasure. She gave a little whimper and looked at him,

“Please,” she whimpered.

He grinned, “Nope. The Captain will be along shortly.”

Lucy heard the sound of footsteps on the deck. He pussy clamoured for attention. Her knees pressed together before she felt The Second Mate’s hands pressing her knees apart. A second pair of hands gripped her hips, and she felt a familiar pressure against her hungry cunt. The captain slid his cock into her hungry pussy.

“Someone is wet this morning,” The Captain’s voice was hot in her ear.

Lucy nodded, “Always sir,” she said as he began thrusting, slowly at first. Lucy bucked her hips, impatient to be pounded. She wanted all of the cock and she wanted it now.

“Such a greedy girl,” The Captain commented. “I wonder if such a greedy girl needs to learn to be patient?” The Captain asked.

“Please no,” Lucy begged. Juice was running down her thighs and she could see the other crew standing back, waiting.

The Captain pounded her pussy for a few moments, grunting in satisfaction. The deck area filled with the sound of his belly slapping against Lucy’s bare ass and her cries of pleasure. Without warning he withdrew leaving her exposed, legs splayed wide, whimpering to be filled with cock. The breeze caressed her wet cunt.

“Such a greedy girl,” The Captain repeated, patting her smooth round butt. He beckoned to the First Mate. “This greedy girl needs a pounding,” he instructed, “See that she is not disappointed.”

The First Mate stepped forward to slide his cock into Lucy’s hungry pussy. He pounded her hard before emptying his load over her arse. “Such a good girl,” he gasped, “Thank you,”

The Second Mate stood beside Lucy with his hand resting on her shoulder. He offered her a sip of water and whispered in her ear,

“You are so fucking hot right now,”

Lucy grinned at him in response. “You know what I like,” she responded.

The Second Mate nodded. He beckoned another crew member to take his turn. It never ceased to amaze him how many cocks she could take. As man after man took his place and covered her body with cum, he was attentive, making sure she had water to drink and cleaning each load of cum from her. When he knew she was tiring he waved away the remaining hopefuls and released her bonds.

“I want more,” she protested as he led her away to her cabin.

“You will have more,” he said with a familiar glint in his eye, “The Captain and I are not finished with you yet.

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TMI Tuesday – From the Fantastic to the Realistic

1. What do you have against reality?

I don’t really have anything against reality. Reality is necessary for the world to go around. Where it becomes and issue is when there is no room left in life for fantasising. From fantasies comes ideas which lead to inventions that change the world.

2. Do you feel like you are maintaining a healthy balance between leisure, time for self, career, physical activity, and those you care about?

During the early years of my marriage I was very focussed on my career. After my children were born I didn’t really put my career in the back seat I merely tried to be the perfect mum/ employee/ wife all at once. Because that is possible right?

These days I am more conscious of the work – life balance issue and I make a point of keeping certain barriers in place, eg. I don’t receive work emails on my personal phone, I don’t read my work emails in the evening or over the weekend. When taking on extra tasks I try to be realistic and I am getting better at prioritising tasks. Currently I am on extended leave which is definitely helping to recharge the long term batteries and provide time for reflection.

3. What is a fantasy you have that you really want to come true?

I would love a beautiful modern house that has views of trees and water with space for my sewing / craft and maybe a pole dance area that is not in view of every single inhabitant of my house. In this house nudity and sex are allowed everywhere because there aren’t people like in-laws or children living there that make that kind of thing awkward.

I just read that and thought what an unexpected thing for a sex blogger to write. I just didn’t have a sexual fantasy that is at the front of my mind right now.

4. What is the most impulsive thing you have ever done?

I am a worrier. Being impulsive is not in my nature. The voyage I am currently undertaking was relatively impulsive for me. In the space of about nine months we had purchased our yacht, said goodbye to our family and loved ones and set sail to unknown places. What made it impulsive? Up until about a year before we left I would not have even considered doing this.

5. You are being given an all expense paid vacation, and you must leave for vacation tomorrow. Considering your current mood, state of mind, feelings–will you take the vacation alone, with a friend or with family? Why? (Choose one)

Given that I am currently in the middle of a vacation of a lifetime I don’t really think I could ask for another. But if someone else was going to pay for flights accommodation and cocktails I would love to spend a week with The Unicorn hanging out at the island we are currently anchored at.

Bonus: How do you feel most of the time? Happy? Anxious? Satisfied? Sad?

Anxiety happens a lot in my life. I am a compulsive worrier. Working on being more relaxed and living in the moment.

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Just to make those Australians who are feeling the cold this week a little jealous here is a peek of the sunshine where I am this morning.

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Cocktails and Man Candy

A sneaky autumn breeze wound it’s way around Richard’s ankles as he knocked on the door. He shivered but he wasn’t sure if it the chill was the weather or the butterflies in his stomach. The door opened and Louise stood in front of him. With his heart hammering in his chest Richard took in the way the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves. Her nails were freshly manicured, French polish. Simple, the way she liked it. Her hair was clean and straightened hanging down over her shoulders but the thing that made his breath catch in his throat was her eyes, slate grey, drilling down into his soul. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and buckled the collar around his neck. He had to force himself not to look around to see if any neighbours were watching. There was an awkward pause as he stood, collared, waiting for her to invite him in.

“You are not appropriately dressed,” she reminded him.

Richard’s heart hammered hard against his ribs. She had warned him that he would not enter her house clothed but he did not expect that she would make him strip on the doorstep where any passer-by could see him. He opened his mouth to ask if he could undress in her entry way. She raised her eyebrow ever so slightly and the question died in his throat. Slowly, looking her straight in the eye he removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, and finally, his trousers. The chill wind made his skin pucker with gooseflesh, but he could feel his cock hot and hard, straining against his underwear. A drip of pre-cum moistened his boxers. Her eyes flicked downwards, somehow his cock grew harder.

She stood aside and he stepped through the door, holding his clothing awkwardly. She pointed to a hamper sitting next to the door,

“You can leave your clothes in there,” Louise turned to make her way down the hallway.

Without speaking Richard placed his clothes carefully into the hamper.

“And your underwear,” she didn’t even look back as she gave the last command.

Quickly Richard pulled his underwear down over his butt and dropped them into the hamper. His cock stood out proudly in front of him as he scurried down the hallway after her. He caught up with her in front of a large wooden door. Her eyes flicked downwards. Automatically his hands covered his cock.

“Don’t do that,” she said firmly.

“Sorry,” he felt like a small child being chastised by his teacher. There was a moment’s silence.

“It will be OK,” her voice softened a little. “If you don’t want to do this you can halt any time,” she lifted his chin so that their eyes met again. It was the first time she had touched him that evening. His skin responded to the heat of her touch. Her eyes flickered with desire. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? He nodded,

“I am ready.” He straightened himself up with his hands by his sides.

“OK then,” she turned the handle of the door and pushed it open.

Inside her den two other expensively dressed women reclined on the ornate leather couch. Soft clinging dresses displayed their curves. Low necklines showed the swell of their breasts and sheer black stockings encased their legs. The women looked at him brazenly taking in every detail of his body. With the collar weighing around his neck, Richard forced himself to stand proudly. He didn’t want to disappoint his mistress.

“Ladies,” Louise purred, did Richard hear a note of pride? “This is Richard. He is at your disposal for the evening however please remember the rules. His safe word is kaleidoscope.” She turned and smiled at Richard. “Would you mind making us a drink? The ingredients for expresso martinis are all at the bar.”

“Certainly,” Richard made his way to the bar and busied himself with the drinks. He was glad of something mundane to do. The methodical process of measuring and mixing calmed his nerves. As he prepared the drinks, he took quick peeks at the two other women. They were a similar age to Louise, early forties, both had the same look of elegance and grooming that can only be bought with a significant amount of money and leisure time to burn.

One of the women caught him looking at them. Heat flushed Richard’s face as he quickly looked away. As he served their drinks she looked him straight in the eye as she spread her legs and casually lifted her skirt. The edge of the fabric revealed smooth skin above the top of her stockings and a freshly waxed mound. Taking her drink from him she ran her other hand over the smooth mound before sliding a finger down into her slit.

“Louise says you are very good at pleasing,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

“Mistress is too kind,” Richard placed the empty tray on the coffee table and stood before her, waiting.

The woman stroked her finger up and down her pussy as she spread her legs wider, “I think I would like a demonstration of your skills.”

Obediently Richard knelt between her legs and touched the skin of her outer labia before leaning down and gently running his tongue over her outer lips. The woman sighed in pleasure and leaned back on the couch. Beside them Louise and her other friend continued their conversation as if nothing was out of place.

Richard’s tongue travelled over his new friend’s folds, tasting, sucking and probing. As he had been trained, he listened intently to her response tailoring his attention to her responses. Her hands curled into the back of his hair as he slipped a finger inside her opening and moved it slightly against her G-spot. Responding to the increasing moans and thrusting of her hips, Richard began to stoke her swollen clit harder and faster. Juice from her pussy coated his chin before her back arched off the couch as the orgasm gripped her.

The room was quiet as Richard sat back on his heels with his hands resting on her knees. After a few moments she sat up and regained her composure. Richard got to his feet and bent down to collect the empty cocktail glasses.

“Another round of drinks ladies?” he asked calmly.

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TMI Tuesday – Life Questions

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1. Do you typically wake up feeling optimistic?

Most days, yes. I would not say that I am a particularly negative person. I do tend to stress about possible problems (even if they are highly unlikely) but as a rule I make a strong conscious effort to be a positive person.

2. Do you pursue your passions?

Physical passions yes. My sex life is one of the very few areas in my life that I am truly myself and don’t worry a lot about what other people think about me. Consequently I am very comfortable with pursuing activities and people who interest me.

3. If your life was affected by covid19 lockdowns/restrictions how have you pursued your passions during the pandemic?

I have spoken here quite a bit about the very minimal impact that Covid-19 had on life in general in Australia. Watching the impact on other people’s lives in other parts of the world has made me extremely grateful for this.

4. Is there a conversation you need to have with someone but you have avoided? Tell us the basic subject and your relationship to the person.

Nothing springs to mind right now. There probably is something. But I haven’t really had to deal with people in the real world for over six weeks now and things have not fallen apart so I guess it can wait.

5. Fill in the blank. When my partner is around I feel _____ .

I have spent the last six weeks on a boat with Mr Jones. Sure we have left the boat and gone ashore almost every day but I can put my hand on my heart and say that I have not been more than 100m away from him for six weeks 24/7. There have been days, not many but some, when we haven’t had a face to face conversation with anyone else.

Given all that I think for me the statement should read;

When my partner is NOT around I am going to feel, a little bit weird.

Bonus:  Are you living in reality or a fabricated fantasy?

Currently my reality resembles many people’s fantasies.

When you are the only people on the entire island and there is a nice warm rock to lie on

Usually I am a realist. I don’t like to pretend that things are different than they are or that something is not going to happen the way it obviously will. When I am at work I am a high school teacher. Living in a fantasy world would end badly for me.

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A Small Reminder

Something that struck me when I looked at this image was my wedding ring. Often I notice it in images taken when I am playing. I remember once a lover telling me that it was the sexiest thing I was wearing because it meant I belonged to another man and that man was allowing me to be with him. Ever since then I have always noticed my ring in images. It makes me think about the unconventional nature of my marriage and how fortunate I am that I found myself here.

In this image I am performing oral sex on Mr Jones because he indicated he would like me to give him a “road head job” while he was driving the yacht. Not one to deny him a fantasy I complied when the opportunity arose. He enjoyed it but not so much that he forgot to capture the moment!

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