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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Three is Company

I often write stories from the perspective of a male rather than a female. Even if it is based on an experience of my own. Reflecting on a recent encounter I decided to try writing from the perspective of each person a bit like a reality TV commentary. Please let me know how you think it worked.

Harry

Living in a small town sometimes makes it hard to find a FWB. Choices are limited. People get funny if you like something a little different. No one likes to admit they get freaky in the sheets even if people do. All guys ever do around here is fish and drink.

I met Jenna online through a dating app. When we started chatting, she lived in a city far away from me. I don’t know why she talked to me really, but she was cool, and we sometimes shared pics. I fantasised that I would visit her city one day to see her.

One afternoon I was flicking through profiles and I noticed that she had changed her location. She was travelling with her husband and heading my way! I couldn’t believe it! Maybe my fantasy would come true.

Brian

I love my wife. She is an amazing person. She doesn’t always agree with me, but I think she is amazingly beautiful. When we go to lifestyle events men are always attracted to her and want to be around her. She always worries that I will get left out but a lot of the time she is the most attractive one in the room and I just can’t get excited about anyone else.

Lately we have been meeting single guys. She seems to mainly like younger guys, but they can be fickle. I hate it when she thinks she has arranged a meeting and they bail on her. They honestly don’t know what they are missing. She is really good at sex because she likes to make her partners happy. It is a joy to watch.

Jenna

I wasn’t sure about Harry. He was a guy who seemed to have a good heart, but I wasn’t sure. I learned when I was much younger that sometimes giving guys like him a go can be rewarding. Which is the reason why I never just shove them to the side. But he had slowly stopped talking to me and I was surprised when he messaged me.

Getting timing right can be tricky. Travelling by sea is subject to weather and sometimes you arrive well before you intend, mostly it takes longer. Harry lived in a place we were not really intending to visit and then the wind blew us here. The town surprised us. At a time when I was anxious about our journey and needed to breathe for a day or two, I found a place that let me do that. Harry was persistent if nothing else. We had no plans, so we agreed to hang out.

Harry

She was staying in the marina. A tiny pontoon with about twenty boats tied up to it. Of course, hers was the most beautiful sitting proudly amongst the run-down fishing boats. In the darkness we embraced for the first time. She felt amazing in my arms and she smelled so good. Better than the coal smell that filled my car and my hut at camp. She showed me around her boat and introduced me to her husband. They offered me a beer and we sat on the couch chatting about their trip and stuff.

Earlier in the day she told me that her husband was bi. I was nervous. I had never done anything with a guy, and I wasn’t sure what to expect but he was cool. He sat apart from us while we chatted. I felt her hand on my leg her fingers sneaking under the leg of my boardies. I stroked her arm, still unsure of how fast to go. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and she started playing with my nipples. Her hands slipped down into the waist of my shorts, my cock was so hard.

Brian

Jenna thinks she is being subtle, but she isn’t. We had talked about how interested her friend was in guys. Lately I have been participating more in her choices and expressing my desires to suck cock and see, smell, and taste his cum. Jenna discussed this with Harry. He hadn’t ever done that kind of thing before, but he wasn’t ruling it out. Watching them together was cute. I could see he was shy, and I could see she would probably prefer a bit more of a one-on-one encounter.

I left them for a while and went to our bedroom to read but all the time I was listening to them. I could tell she was enjoying herself by her moans. I didn’t know what he was exactly doing but I could tell she was having the type of climaxes that usually make her squirt. Then her voice was muffled a little. I imagined her mouth full of his cock. It made me hard.

Harry

She tasted amazing. When I licked her and fingered her at the same time my mouth filled with her juice. I could have drunk her sweet liquid all night. Her mouth on my cock was amazing. I hadn’t had a head job in forever and this one was one of the best. I could have let myself cum in her mouth, but I didn’t want to spoil it by asking for permission.

We moved to the bedroom I lay on the bed and she straddled me. I thought she was going to take my cock inside her, but she just rubbed her pussy on me. The slightest touch against her pussy sent shudders through her. It was so intense.

Jenna

I sat astride him. I was so turned on the slightest touch sent a jolt through me. I wanted his cock to fill me, but he pushed me down and fingered me again. I could feel my juice gushing over his hand. At the entrance to the room, I saw Brian naked, watching us. I smiled, happy to see him sliding into bed beside me.

Harry kneeled on the bed beside us with his hand gripping his cock as he watched us fucking. He watched us closely, his hand working his cock.

“Cum on my tits,” I whispered to him. He nodded.

“Come closer,” Brian encouraged him. I know what Brian likes.

Harry came so quickly. So sexy. I felt Brian get harder inside me as the first hot liquid splashed across me. His load was much bigger than I was used to. Jets of warm cum sprayed over both of us and Brian pumped harder into me. Harry groaned and fell back on the bed watching us. I could feel my orgasm building in time with Brian.

With a groan he climaxed, tipping me over the edge. It was intense. The room seemed filled with pheromones and the scent of sex. The three of us relaxed breathing heavily, happy, satiated.

Someone made a comment about the drive Harry had to make to go home,

“My feet won’t touch the ground the whole way back to camp.”

After we had recovered, I walked back to his car with him. We embraced and kissed goodbye. His cock was hard against my leg.

“Oh my God you are ready to go again!” I exclaimed. I did not expect that. If I had known I would have sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I rubbed him through his shorts.

“I should have said something,” he looked sheepish.

“Something to remember for next time.” I smiled in the darkness.

He got into his car and drove away. I wondered if I would see him again. I walked back through the marina parking lot and down the gangway. I was wearing a long flowing cardigan with nothing underneath. Something easy to dress in. In the darkness walking past the sleeping boats, I let the garment fall open. The breeze pulled the fabric away to expose my naked breasts. I knew there were other men living on some of the boats, I didn’t care. In that moment I felt like a goddess. I pushed back my shoulders daring the world to look at me and comment.

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The Effect of Greedy Lucy

Last week for MMMMonday I wrote a story about a very naughty girl who had an excellent time with a group of friends on a boys weekend. The scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones so he was very happy when I put it into words. I am happy that I was around to record his response…

So many things about this situation are yummy.

  1. Being connected enough to be able to enhance on his fantasy
  2. Knowing he enjoyed reading my work
  3. Watching his response
  4. Sharing his response with you all

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Question 3 – Turn Ons

This is the third installment of Thirty Dirty Questions. A meme of sorts that I found on the blog of Brigit Delaney.

Question 3: What are your sure fire turn ons (and / turn offs)?

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Arousal is such a tricksy beast for me. My mind plays tricks on me and I second guess myself. I find it hard to be in the moment and to truly let go. This post has sat in my mind for over a week but still I cannot write paragraphs or describe properly what turns me on. The best I can do is a series of notes.

Turn ons

  • Strength. Strength of body to be able to pull me around the bed, or the room, or wherever we are
  • Strength of character. A confident man who doesn’t have to dominate but who will get what they want
  • Humor. Pet once said if you can’t laugh when you are having sex you aren’t doing it right. I have never forgotten that truth.
  • When a strong man touches you for the first time and you feel his desire.
  • A man who is confident enough to touch his cock in front of anyone watching. He knows himself and he doesn’t mind giving himself pleasure.

Turn offs

  • Sweat dripping on my face while I am fucking.
  • Apology
  • Weak minded excuses
  • Arrogance

I read this list and realised that there are very few acts listed there. I will make a separate category for them

Turn ons;

  • Licking my arse. Confidently like you want to own it
  • Spanking while you are fucking me. Again, confidently like you own it
  • Licking my pussy like it is your lifeblood and you cannot live without it.
  • Taking your cock out in the midst of fucking and using it to stimulate my clit. I will shower you with ejaculate. I will not be able to stop myself.

I am going to leave you with these thoughts. Because I like to start my Mondays with a smile and so should you.

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Hello Thirty Dirty Questions

A while ago I stumbled across Bridgit Delaney’s Erotic Journal Challenge for November 2020. The concept of answering thirty questions about sex, which is not dirty, appealed to me. If I had been aware of the challenge at the time I would have liked to participate. I hope she doesn’t mind that I am using the questions now. If you want to read her answers to the questions the links are still live on her page.

I am not going to promise an answer every day. Maybe one or two per week. The next six weeks promise to be intense for me as I prepare for our departure on our voyage of a lifetime. In the back of my mind is also the Ryan and Carmen series that I started. I am at a bit of a roadblock with them and I do ponder what is going to happen next frequently but have issues focusing on getting words on a page.

In the meantime you can read the answer to the first question;

How do you define “awesome” sex? (i.e what makes sex better than good)

There are some people who think that any sex is good sex. I disagree. Over the course of my life, I have had the full range from sex that leaves you with a smile on your face that lasts for days to sex that leaves you feeling like someone used you as a cum bucket while stealing a piece of your soul.

The last, fortunately, has not happened for a long time but those kinds of experiences leave scars. Like most people, for me sex is usually middle of the road to good. Orgasms are amazing for releasing stress and general wellbeing. If they happen with the help of another person that makes them all the better. But sex that is next level requires more than an orgasm or two.

For sex to be truly awesome there first needs to be a connection. Some spark between two (or more) people. I cannot define or predict that spark, but I absolutely know when it happens. There is an inkling when you meet the person face to face and then there is this moment when you touch. Usually, it is fingertips on a thigh or a gentle stroke on an arm. Something small and subtle that tells you that there is. Going. To. Be. Fireworks.

The next phase is often jumbled and never plays out the same way but there is kissing, there is groping and hands inside clothing. My nipples are amazing barometers of how good things will be. If I am into him, he can squeeze them and take them into his mouth, even use his teeth gently and I will almost climax. If I am not, then nothing will happen. It will feel irritating.

There is always sucking of cock for me. It is something I live for. To hold him in my mouth and look up to see the pleasure on his face. There is nothing in the world that matches the feeling of truly admiring a beautiful cock. In the words of Cardi B

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp,

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch the lil’dangly thing

That swing in the back of my throat

My second favourite thing is fucking. He needs to fill me, wrap his body around me. There needs to be moments when I am so lost in the feeling of him, I cannot control myself. The room needs to be full of the sound of me enjoying myself.

But the thing that truly defines awesome sex is when he puts his face between my legs. I cannot define the technique that works. I can say that there are some men who are gifted and many who are not. I am greedy, I am selfish at times. I WANT to be pleasured. I want to be eaten. I want a tongue all over me. Some of the sexiest memories are of a man’s face between my thighs, eating me greedily until I cannot wait to get his cock inside me.

In truly memorable sessions there is not the standard progression from fondling to oral to fucking. There is meandering between all three, backwards and forwards until both of us are spent and unable to move. If it has been completely awesome, I will go back again and again. I am like Augustus Gloop with sex. A complete glutton. There will never be enough.

Which is hard to find. And worth holding on to when it happens.

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Blurred Lines

In a previous MMMonday post I wrote about my dalliance with the idea of hooking up with a much younger man. I have been chatting with such a man who has a very active imagination. Of course one of his fantasies is fucking his teacher. After a conversation with him this scenario popped into my head.

I meet him after school, still wearing my school clothes. I even leave my name badge on. For authenticity. It adds to the anticipation. He is sitting in the corner of the coffee shop with his notebook out in front of him. A smile plays over my lips. The only thing that would make this better would be meeting in a library.

“Hello Jai,” kids with ‘J’ names are always the ones who give teachers the most grief.

“Hello Miss,” he looks up from his book. I bend down to see what he is working on. My blouse falls open. Did I forget to button it properly?

“What are you working on?” I ask as if I truly was working, completely oblivious to him looking down my blouse.

“Just this stupid Trigonometry,” he replies. A phrase I have heard a thousand times from frustrated students. Including a several awkward boys whose names started with J.

“Trigonometry is not stupid,” my voice is transplanted directly from my classroom. “It is really quite simple. See you put the formula into a triangle like this. Then you fill in the bits that you know, and the triangle tells you if you need to multiply or divide.” I had taught this a million times but even now, even when it wasn’t really the point, I was still oblivious to his gaze.

Then I feel his hand on my thigh. Under the table he lifts my skirt and his fingers trail up my leg.

“What do teachers wear for underwear?” His voice was quiet.

I sit very still. The boundary we just crossed is raw for me. All my professional life I have avoided thinking about situations like this. I have ignored the possibility that a student may be having this exact fantasy as I try to align the numbers on the page for them. For a moment I wonder if this scenario may be too much. But here in this coffee shop with a consenting adult it is different enough. These things don’t matter. I push away the thoughts, close them in a box. They belong to a different me. I shrug,

“What do you think?”

His fingers creep up my leg to graze the edge of my knickers. My groin tingles. I feel a trickle of wetness between my legs. His lips curve up in a smile. His fingers slide under the elastic to stroke my slit.

My legs fall open as his fingers stroke me. I struggle to maintain my composure.

“So, I would like you to have a go at this problem,” I re-direct him to the trigonometry on his notebook.

He grinned at me, “But Miss, CEEBS.” He is even using the same words as my students now. The division between fantasy and reality blurs even more. His fingers penetrate me, I gasp. His face is very close to mine. “Is there anything else you can teach me?”

My breathing is heavy. I struggle to focus, aware of the people moving around us, wondering what they can see, what they are thinking.

“Not right here,” my voice is low.

He continues to slide his fingers in and out of my sopping wet cunt. I feel as if I will be sitting in a pool of my own desire. “Where then?”

“My house is just around the corner. There is no one home.” Trigonometry is forgotten. Right now I am very interested in anatomy.

He smiles, like a teenager that he was just a few short years ago. “Let’s go then!”

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Young Boys

Young boys are my weakness

I just like their sweetness

You know when something is wrong but then it tempts you and you start to wonder. Young boys are like that for me. The awkwardness and the earnestness of them. The way their bodies are pounding with hormones but they have no idea how to handle it. The way they are fascinated with women but they have no idea what to do with them. It is just so fucking sexy sometimes.

Hey boys let’s mess around

I wanna party with you on the town

My job (and the law) precludes me interacting with a boy that is truly young and innocent in that way. Once they get a bit older they have had some experience and then they become a bit arrogant. Or their awkwardness makes them just a little bit sad. I have avoided these boys because I didn’t want to spend my play time giving instructions.

Some boys really make me swing

There ain’t nothin’ like a pretty young thing

In the back to school catch ups with work colleagues I chatted with my work son. (A pretty young thing) about his new girlfriend. He told me that he had taken her virginity, a responsibility he took very seriously I am pleased to say. His feelings about her lack of experience were mixed. Mostly he didn’t like the idea of being with someone who had no idea. Until he realised he could mould the way she gave head.

His words made me rethink some of my ideas about younger boys.

Then I wrote some more of the series I am currently working on. During my research I looked up a Wiki fan page about Stiffler’s Mom. That made me rethink some of my ideas about younger boys

Young boys are really mellow

You don’t believe me? Then just try this fellow.

I think I am almost in the right mindset to be Stiffler’s Mom. To be that woman that is the center of a younger man’s fantasy. To shape him and to enjoy that hard young body.

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Spooning

Your body fits around me as we spoon

Like I was made to be surrounded by you

Your arms reaching around me so your hands can cup my breasts.

Fingers pinch my nipples

Your lips are on my neck

Your magnificent cock is pressed against my arse

I feel you thrusting against me

Your hands slide down

Fingers slipping inside my slit searching

You enter me, fucking me with your hand

My juice spurts

I feel like I am wrapped up by you

I arch my back, inviting your cock to slide inside me.  

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Waking Up

I was reminded by Elliot’s post of an image shared with me by Jack. He does take some sexy images and I loved this one.

Image courtesy of @jackandjillcpl

She checks her phone when she wakes. There is a notification. She opens it, waiting impatiently for the file to load. The wait is worth it.

Beautiful sexy image with the words wishing you were here.

Her lips curve up in a smile as she replies

I wish I was there too.

Children jump on her bed, demanding breakfast, signalling the way the day will unfold. Full of busy work attending to the needs and problems of others.

In a quiet moment she allows herself another look at the image. She fantasises about sliding her hand over the hair on his chest, down, under the covers.

A co-worker interrupts her quiet time. Break time is over.

After work there are children to collect from daycare. A drive home and then dinner / showers / bedtime stories before finally time to herself.

I wish you were here. She types to him

I will be there in fifteen minutes.

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