Friday Flashback – In Plain Sight

Welcome to another instalment from the vault of stuff I wrote once. I really should compile some of it into a book.

As Susan touched the little box in her pocket the corners of the box stabbed into her thigh reminding her of what she had come here to do. As she lifted her coffee to her lips she felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach and a slight quiver in her wrist. She was forced to put her cup down for a moment. Then she saw him. It is strange how you can always recognise people even though you have never really seen them before. She recognised some of his features from his photograph, the way his hair fell down over his face and the fullness of his lips. At the same time he looked nothing like his photo and she felt as if she had never spoken to him before. For a fleeting moment panic flashed through her, what was she doing here? What was she thinking agreeing to this? The time she had spent chatting with this man seemed irrelevant and she felt like an awkward schoolgirl on her first date.

“Susan?” he stopped beside her table looking down at her enquiringly.  

She half stood to greet him, then the weight between her legs reminded her again of what she had come to do. Her eyes slid to the side noting where he was sitting on the other side of the coffee shop reading the paper, his face hidden from her. Despite this it felt as if his eyes were boring a hole through the paper, watching her every move.

“Hello Grant,” she smiled warmly looking him straight in the eye. 

“It is nice to meet you at last,” he held her hand longer than normally, releasing it only as they sat. “I have to say that you are as lovely as I fantasised.”

A throb went through her groin at his choice of words. She remembered his text from last night.  

This is what fantasising about you has done to me.
 Accompanied by a picture of his cock hard and gripped in the hand that now rested on the table. A new surge of wetness collected on her already damp panties. 

Grant signalled to the waitress and ordered a coffee. “Did you want anything to go with your coffee?” he asked her. 

“No thank you.” Susan answered. She could feel the eyes boring into her from across the room. It felt as if all of the eyes in the room were watching her right then. It was as if everyone knew what she was holding between her thighs and what she planned to do that day. For a moment she was overwhelmed by the thought of a thousand pairs of eyes looking at her watching her wantonness. 

She took a deep breath and reached into her pocket to retrieve the box. Without speaking she placed it on the table between them. It sat there, unmarked and giving no clue of the contents and the purpose of them before Grant reached forward and took it in his hands. In her mind Susan heard a collective gasp from the thousand people in the room watching her. She pressed her thighs together under the table, trying to supress the throbbing that had erupted in her clit. It felt as if she had a tiny penis growing in her panties. 

The waitress brought Grant’s coffee and he nodded thanks as he held the box under the table to inspect the contents. Across the room the man had put the paper down and was watching her intently. 

The buzz jolted through her and made her jump. Her heart was thundering as she looked across at him. His brown eyes were twinkling as he took a sip of coffee. “Sorry just getting used to the controls,” he apologised. 

Susan clasped her hands in her lap and struggled to control her breathing as the buzz started again,  this time, more slowly. Heat spread through her belly. Her sensitive clit grew even larger. The muscles of her pussy clamped around the vibrations as they increased sending warm pleasure through her. 

Then they stopped. She almost wimpered in disappointment as everything in her panties went still. She felt as if she was sitting in a pool of her own juices but she didn’t care. All she wanted was more buzzing. Across the table Gant sipped his coffee.

“So what is it that you are studying?” he asked as if they were two friends catching up. 

“Business,” Susan’s voice didn’t sound normal to her.

“Sounds interesting,” Grant took another sip of his coffee and another buzz shot through Susan’s cunt. This time he didn’t ease her into it. He let her have the full force of throbbing vibrations for a second before taking it away again. “You must be good at keeping things in order then.”

Susan took another breath to steady herself. Her cunt ached. She wanted more than buzzing now. The image of Grant’s cock was almost all she could think about. She wanted to be filled with him.  “Yes,” she forced herself to sound normal.

“You like things to be neat and orderly and how you expected then?” He looked at her intently as the buzzing started again. This time it was faint, the wetness of her cunt made it almost impossible to feel. She clamped her pussy hard around her vibe taking comfort from the feeling of the hard plastic inside her. Her phone pinged on the table beside her. She picked it up and checked her message. Underneath an image of a familiar cock was the following message,

I am hard and I am waiting to watch you.

“Everything OK?” Grant asked as she looked up.

“Definitely,” she tipped the last of her coffee into her mouth. There was more buzzing in her cunt. The ache to be filled by a cock was almost unbearable now. She looked across the table into his eyes, challenging him. 

“So,” she let the word hang between them.

Grant took up the challenge. He too drained his coffee.

“Lead the way,” He stood and reached his hand out to her. She smiled inwardly as she noted the bulge in his pants.

The made their way purposefully to the carpark. Susan led the way to the far corner where she had parked. Looking him in the eye she pulled up the hem of her dress up and slid her panties down to her ankles. Looking over his shoulder she could see him leaning casually on the bonnet of a car parked a couple of rows away. She opened her knees and slid the vibe out of her cunt. As she did so she grazed her clit and gasped at the shock.

Grant watched as she held the vibe to her own lips and licked her juice from it before she turned and bent over the car with her legs spread as wide as her panties would allow. She waited resting her hot face against the cool metal of the car. There was a quiet jingle of a buckle and the sound of a zipper before she felt her dress being lifted. His cock slid into her slowly filling her just the way she had hoped. His breath was hot in her ear,

“You are so fucking wet you horny little thing,”

He slid his cock out before pounding it back in. 

Image by Olya Adamovich from Pixabay

Friday Flashback – Signs

I seem to be on a bit of a Succubi bent this week.

The signs were there. Right from the moment she opened the door. The way his voice quavered when he greeted her, the awkward way he walked as he followed her down to her chamber. She knew that this would be fun. Once inside she turned and stood in front of the bed facing him. Looking straight into his eyes she shrugged off her robe letting him see her nakedness. Without speaking she observed the way his Adam’s apple bobbed and the bulge in his jeans. Without breaking eye contact she sat on the edge of the bed with her knees spread wide apart. With one finger she traced the outline of her lips slowly and dipped her finger into herself before lifting it to her mouth to lick it clean.

His eyes opened wide and he shuffled uneasily on his feet,

“Perhaps you should show me what you have,” her voice broke the silence making him jump slightly. He looked confused for a moment before he realised what she meant. His hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and unzipped himself. She could see his cock straining against his boxers as he pushed his jeans down his legs. His boxers joined his jeans in an untidy pile on the floor and he stood in front of her with his cock jutting out in front of him.

Her red lips arched into a sly smile as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. She loved this moment, when she touched them for the first time, feeling the hardness, the pent up energy, the ache for release combined with the terror that they will make a fool of themselves. This was why she chose these boys, something about their awkwardness and inability to control themselves properly turned her on more than the most skilled love makers.  His eyes closed and his ragged breathing seemed loud in her ears as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. A bead of pre cum formed at the head of his cock. She could feel his thoughts whirring desperately trying to hold back the surge.  A note of panic pushed its way through the energy she was picking up from him. Watching his face she leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, licking away the bead of moisture.

He whimpered in desperation, but she was relentless, she ached to prove her power over him. The excitement of knowing that he was so close to crashing uncontrollably over the edge pushed her almost to the edge herself. Something about the look in his eyes softened her a little.  

“Please,” his voice cracked like a teenager. 

For a moment she considered saving him some of the humiliation that was about to follow but her own desire was too strong. She slid her lips over his shaft. He groaned in desperation as her tongue slipped over his head. She could feel his tension as he desperately fought for control of his body. Her pussy clenched quivering as it waited for the heat of his explosion. She kept her head tilted watching him as his cock slid over her tongue and touched the back of her mouth. The first pulse came as her lips touched the top of his balls. His eyes opened wide in surprise as she wrapped her arm around his ass, stopping him from pulling away in shame. He groaned as his body spasmed uncontrollably and the second salty jet filled her mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she felt her own shuddering climax in response. His cock muffled her own grunt of pleasure as he pulsed and quivered inside her. 

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” he repeated over and over like a mantra as the waves of pleasure died away. Only when she felt him start to soften did she release him, letting his cock slide over her lips to hang limply in front of her. Awkwardly he bent to pick up his clothes.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that but you were so sexy and then you sucked me….”

 His voice trailed away as he stood in front of her holding his clothes over his member, hiding it from her gaze.

Her smile was enigmatic, one moment she looked like a kind, older sister, forgiving her brother for stealing her candy, the next she was like a cat, willing the bird to come just a little closer so she could pounce on it. He stood rooted to the spot, desperately wanting to flee and hide in shame but unable to move. Slowly she reached over and picked up a phallic piece of glass from the bedside table and passed it to him. She lay back on the bed with her legs spread open,

“Put down those clothes, come kneel here and show me what you know about women’s vaginas.”

It wasn’t a request.

Awkwardly he knelt beside her holding the glass wand in his hand.

“I want you to touch my outer lips with the wand,” she commanded.

Awkwardly he reached down and stroked her tentatively with the smooth, cool glass. She shivered at the faintness of the touch, aching for more.

“Have you ever tasted a real woman?”

“No,” He still hid his face from her, embarrassed and afraid of not measuring up.

“Bend down and suck just that one little lip,” she instructed. “Don’t get carried away and try anything else just the lips,” she warned as he bent awkwardly.

The feel of his mouth on her was electric. His first touches were tentative like butterfly wings, she bucked her hips against his face, titillated by their fluttering touch. Eventually he became braver and sucked her labia into his mouth. Wetness streamed out of her as she moaned in pleasure.

“Now show me where you think my clit is,” she gasped. He sat back and touched the swollen hard node with the cold glass wand. She gasped at the change in sensation. He jumped back a little startled. She noted that his cock was already starting to stir and unable to stop herself she reached between her legs and stroked herself before spreading her lips wide, expertly displaying her hard node for him. She noticed his cock hardening again. Soon he would be ready to mount her so that she could pull his climax from him again. She shivered a little in anticipation. It was always better when they spurted uncontrollably inside her. Her clit throbbed feeling a little naked and exposed away from its protective hood.

“Suck me!” she commanded.

He didn’t hesitate, kneeling between her legs before taking her node against his lips with the same tentative licks and sucks as before. Her hand reached down to cradle the back of his head for a few moments before she pushed herself against his mouth encouraging his tongue to touch her firmly.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. A jet of liquid spurted over his face and he pulled away, surprised.

She smiled at him, warm from her orgasm but still hungry for more,

“Now we are even,”

He smiled disbelievingly touching his face. Not sure what to make of the juice coating his chin and mouth.

She arched her body towards him, “I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock,” She wriggled a little in anticipation as he lowered his body over hers. His cock pressed against her opening for a moment before it suddenly slid inside her. His eyes opened wide as she clenched around him. His ragged breathing was loud in her ears. The signs were there again, she knew he wouldn’t last long but she didn’t care. She was confident in her ability to arouse him over and over again so that she would be able to pull orgasm after orgasm out of him all night until he was spent and drained in the morning. The thought tipped her over the edge again.

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 13

Since the beginning of the year I have been working through “Thirty Dirty Questions” which I found on the blog of Brigid Delaney. Along the way I have been joined by two fellow bloggers; Mike from Marriage, Sex and More and Marie from Rebel’s Notes. Make sure you check out their responses for some excellent insights.

What do you tend to fantasize or dream about when it comes to sex? What kinds of porn or kink are you drawn to?

I am excited by the idea of playing with a dominant. I am attracted to men who take charge and give directions. My experiences with The Second Mate expanded on this attraction. Being given specific instructions that expanded my boundaries and helped me to learn more about my own body were very satisfying and left me wanting more. Johnny also ticked some of these boxes. He had a specific order he liked to do things in and he gave clear instructions. In addition he had “the look” that he gave me when he knew I was on the verge of orgasm and he wanted to see me come. The Second Mate also had a “look” that he would give when he knew I was holding back or getting distracted. I find the thought of being instructed when to orgasm intensely exciting. 

Mr Jones and I have discussed the idea of me finding a dominant. Until we met The Second Mate Mr Jones felt that any man that was strong enough to dominate me would not be a very nice person. Part of his thinking was because I didn’t communicate clearly what I really wanted. Since we have played with The Second Mate and I was able to give him a more specific example of what I really like he is a little more on board with the idea. 

Even though I like this idea and Mr Jones is OK with it in theory I am not about to embark on a specific search for a man like this. My experience with meeting people through Fetlife has been very bad. I can select for dominant men through the dating app I currently use but it is primarily for swingers and sex and so any kind of kink often has a loose interpretation. Although I did meet The Second Mate and Johnny on it so there is hope. My current approach is to let things happen organically. It has enabled me to have some great experiences so if I have a more specific goal I am hopeful that I will be having a lot of fun.

Image by Ti Murray-Wyles from Pixabay

Nothing Ever Happens in Marlborough – Rework

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was “Movie Star” I was reminded of a story I posted in 2020. It was too good a concept to sit by the wayside so I dusted it off and gave it a tweak. I hope you enjoy.

The regular Friday night crowd filtered slowly in. Most of them were familiar, farmers or workers from the mine nearby. One or two were truckies who drove up and down the highway that passed their front door. Of course there was always at least one ring in. Usually a traveler or two made their way in from the free camp on the other side of the road sometimes an unfamiliar truckie. At the end of the bar Janice’s friend Katrina sat with her boyfriend Steve.

“What time do you finish?” Katrina pushed Steve’s hand away from her thigh

“Same as usual, around 10,” Janine smiled to herself at Steve’s antics.

“Wanna come and play Wii with us later?” Katrina shrugged Steve away as he tried to kiss the side of her neck.

Janine smirked openly, “And interrupt you two rabbits?”

“Well you could always join us,” Katrina looked at Janine underneath her eyelashes.

It wasn’t an unappealing thought. It wasn’t something she hadn’t done before. The idea caused a slight tingle between Janine’s thighs.

“I will see how the night goes.” She replied, “There is something in the air tonight, this lot might get a bit out of hand.” Friday night in a roadhouse on the side of a highway in a tiny rural town was always a bit unpredictable.

Janine moved away to pull beers for the men standing around the bar. She shared banter with the ones she knew. It was all part of her job. Occasionally one would get out of hand and try to take it further, she would put them in their place pretty quickly. A girl had to know how to handle herself in a place like this and Janine knew better than to go home with a guy from the pub.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed three men come in. Two of them sounded American but they were accompanied by a tall guy with an Australian accent who looked vaguely familiar. Irritation welled up in Janine. These guys were probably going to want a room and food, she would have to go make up beds and organise meals for them. Why couldn’t they have stopped in a bigger town and found a hotel that was bigger with more staff.

Pushing her irritation down she put her best customer service smile on and made her way to the end of the bar where they were standing, “What can I get you?” she made her way to the end of the bar where they were standing.

One of the Americans replied, “Do you have rooms here?”

Janine hoped her irritation at this question didn’t show as she replied, “We do but I will have to get them made up for you. It may take a while, I am kind of busy here.”

The Australian smiled and at least had the grace to look a little uncomfortable at the imposition. The feeling that she knew him from somewhere grew stronger, adding to her irritation. He shot a look at the American who had approached her, “We get it, Can we please have a beer while we wait?” Despite herself Janine felt some of her irritation dissipate. He was attractive this man who she could not recognise. She poured beers for the three of them. A couple of paces away some patrons stood impatiently waiting for beer. Janine’s irritation re-appeared as she realised her manager had disappeared and left her to fend for herself.

“I will just serve these guys and be back in a moment,” she smiled her best customer service smile.

“Johnno can you get your arse out here!,” she yelled through the door at the back of the bar before turning and pulling five beers for the men waiting.

Like a ghost Johnno appeared. “Keep your pants on, I just had to piss,” There was nothing charming about Johnno.

“Those guys want rooms,” Janine nodded in the direction of the three men standing a little awkwardly at the end of the bar.

“Well you better get them organised,” Johnno never turned down the opportunity to make a buck, “Charge them extra because it is Friday and they didn’t make a reservation,” he grinned. Janine was not happy with his reply, she didn’t want to make up three rooms, nor organise meals.

“So how many rooms was that you wanted?” she smiled sweetly at the tall, oddly familiar man.

“Three if it is not too much trouble,” She could tell he felt a little awkward but right now she didn’t care. She just wished he and his American sounding friends had planned their trip better and landed in a town with a hotel that actually wanted travellers like them. Not in her pub that was really for farmers who wanted a beer on Friday night.

“If it isn’t too much trouble, could we get some food as well?” There was a strange glint in his eye.

“Sure! Our meals are on the board there, I will let you decide, and Johnno will get you another drink while I go sort your rooms. When you decide on your meals let him know what you want, and he will organise it.” She smiled and left them to order their drinks and food.

Upstairs she busied herself with sheets and towels. At least having these three guys around tonight would mean some extra hours for her tomorrow cleaning their rooms and doing their laundry. She could do with some cash. Efficiently she made up the first room, checking that everything was straight and tidy before making her way down the hallway to the second. She was halfway through the second bed when she was startled by the tall stranger.

“I thought I would come and help,” he spoke awkwardly, “I felt like we were imposing a little..” his voice trailed away.

Janine stood awkwardly beside the partially made bed. The strange look in his eyes and the feeling that she should know him made her flustered. “Umm, OK.” She turned back to tug at the sheet before he moved to the other side of the bed and helped her. Dumbfounded Janine watched as he tucked the sheet into perfect hospital corners.

“My mother was a bit of a neat freak,” he grinned sheepishly. He reached for the blanket and dealt with it in the same perfect neatness.

“Would you like a job?” Janine found herself drawn to him. Something about the way his hands moved and tucked the sheets so neatly despite his height and gym buffed body.

“Maybe,” he stood up and took a step closer to her. For a few moments they stood, almost touching. The sound of the bar below them formed a faint background noise but all Janine was aware of was the man in front of her, the slightly musky scent of his body, the way he towered over her. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her shirt and her breathing seemed laboured in the stillness of the room. Time moved slowly as he reached out and touched her face before trailing his fingers down her neck and along the edge of her shirt. She stood, unable to move, transfixed by the burning of his fingers.

His eyes looked at her questioningly, he seemed to be struggling with something, Janine reached out and touched his chest.

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous but you are so fucking sexy,” his voice was deep and husky.

Janine was lost for words. He pulled her closer, “Can I kiss you?” He seemed like a little boy, afraid of being chastised. Unable to speak she nodded. Within a heartbeat they were pressed together. His hands reached down and cupped her arse, holding her against his hard body. She reached down and cupped the bulge in his jeans. He groaned into her mouth as her hands unbuckled his belt to release the hard heat of his cock. Quickly he followed suit, pulling her jeans down to her hips before turning her around to face the wall. Deft fingers stroked her wetness as she arched back towards him. Nothing mattered anymore except the need to be filled by his delicious cock. He did not disappoint. He filled her hard and the room filled with the sound of his belly slapping against her arse. She cried out in pleasure as he stroked her clit in time with his thrusts.

The orgasm hit her like a train. Vaguely she was aware of him holding her hips as he emptied into her. Her legs sagged as strong arms held her upright.

“Don’t want to mess up the bed,” he panted. Janine looked behind her.

“Oh yeh,” she laughed slowly coming back to her senses. There was a knock on the door.

“Janine, what the fuck are you doing?” Johnno’s voice filtered through as Janine hurriedly wiggled into her jeans.

“Shit, Shit!!! Coming,” she smoothed her hair and straightened her shirt. The stranger smirked at her.

“I believe you already came,” his voice was rich and sent tingles through her body.

“Fuck you,” she replied.

“I think that also happened,” his eyes were the most impossible shade of blue. “But if you are interested we can have another round when you finish. This bed deserves a good messing.”

Janine grinned. “Definitely.” She turned and left. She still didn’t know his name but somehow that didn’t matter.

Months later Janine knocked on Katrina’s door after her Friday night shift.

“Want to know some amazing goss?” Katrina greeted her in excitement.

Janine was startled but her friend’s excitement was infectious. “What!”

Katrina waved a clipping from the local newspaper in her friend’s face.

“Liam Hemsworth is making a movie in Marlborough! Who would have thought, nothing ever happens in Marlborough!”

Underneath the headline was a photograph of the man Janine had spent the night with. Until right then she had not been able to place him. How could she have been so dumb!

Wicked Wednesday

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 12

Time for another episode of Thirty Dirty Questions. If you are loving this then you can catch up on my other responses here. You can also check out some other participants over at Rebel’s Notes and Marriage Sex and More

Is there anything about sex that embarrasses you, causes shame or fear of makes you nervous?

I am a squirter. I have quite openly discussed this a few times in this blog. It is an ability that I had to work on to make happen. At the time when I started squirting it was a bit of a novelty. A lot of partners, including Mr. Jones enjoyed the sensation and obvious pleasure it gave me. Over time I became more ‘adept’ and have been known to produce liters of liquid during some sessions.

I am self-conscious about the mess it creates. Although most men like the IDEA I think the reality can be confronting. Also the reactions about getting my juice in their face while they are licking me are often mixed. For a while I didn’t advertise my ‘abilities’ with new partners because I felt that they would sometimes become fixated about it and that was the only thing they wanted. After a while I realised that while I was achieving what I wanted in that regard I was sometimes missing out on oral sex.

Once a man realised that licking me was probably going to get that result he would have one of two reactions. He would love it and try to drink me up. This reaction works well for me. I felt desired and got to enjoy an activity that gives me great pleasure. The second reaction was not so good. He would politely withdraw and oral sex on me would be stopped for the rest of our time together. I would get a hand job and a fucking. Not the desired outcome.

So I changed tack. I tell people now, if you don’t like me squirting in your face then I am not sure this is going to work. It hasn’t been successful. Men lie. If there is a chance they are going to get sex they will tell a woman whatever they think she wants to hear. They will say yes to an activity and then give it a cursory glance before moving on to the thing THEY want.

As a side note I am working on toning down the squirting thing. The amount of laundry it generates is ridiculous. Just as I trained myself to respond in this way I can train myself to respond in other ways. My recent experiences with The Second Mate has led me to start exploring toys and I am finding I respond a little differently to vibration. I like it. It is giving me more power over my orgasms and it is making me more confident in asking for / taking what I want.

Friday Flashback – Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sometimes I look back over posts that I wrote on Erotic Adventures and wonder what was going through my head. This one sounded fun so I hope you all enjoy it.

Sing a song of Sixpence
The sweet voices of the choir outside drifted through the window. I added my own chorus with moans of pleasure as I sprawled over the settee in the salon gripping my lover’s hair as he licked my cunt.

A pocket full of Rye
He always brings me a gift when he visits. Tonight, it was a pocket full of tiny seed pearls which he showered over my naked breasts before bending to pleasure my nipple. 

Four and twenty naughty boys baked in a pie
One of the most delicious things in the kitchen is the sight of those naughty naked boys bent over Cook’s knee whimpering as she paddles their soft white bottoms.

When the pie was opened the birds began to sing
The scullery maid and the chamber maids stood against the wall with their skirts hitched up and their legs spread wide. With red bottoms the naughty boys kneeled in front of them licking at them until they screamed in pleasure. 

Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The ladies of the court were impressed by the naughty boys. The butler collared them and they crawled on their hands and knees out into Father’s feasting hall licking and sucking whenever a lady lifted her skirts and spread her legs for them.

The King was in the counting house counting out his money
Father does love feeling his gold. I haven’t watched but I have heard that he loves to fuck the scullery maid on a bed of gold coins. I prefer a softer bed. 

The Queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
For the record the Queen bathes in milk and honey, because she thinks she is Cleopatra. Then she gets her favourite naughty boy, the one with the largest cock, to lick her dry before he fucks her pussy and then her ass with his big long cock.

The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes
It was a beautiful sunny day. The Captain of the Guard was loitering in the garden. Not surprising really. The laundry maid had loosened her corset and her dress had slipped. As she reached up to peg the royal knickers her full round breasts peeked out of her bodice teasing the nice Captain and his men.

When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose
The Captain of the Guard should have known better though. The laundry maid has a thing for the black slave that landed with the visiting party from Africa. When she was finished hanging out the clothes she lifted her skirts and bent over the garden wall watching the Captain and his men while her lover pleasured her with his big black cock.  

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Panties to the Side

It is prompt week. The prompt that Molly has chosen is “Lyrics”. For an added challenge participants are to select a lyric from a song and create an image to go with it. The song I chose is “Standing in the Rain” from the Suicide Squad soundtrack. The lyric is

Slide your panties to the side girl I am coming in.

There is something about this statement that is just so dirty. I love the idea of someone exposing me like that to fuck me. Preferably somewhere public or semi public.

I have purchased a pair of shorts that are short with a loose crotch that are pretty accommodating for this kind of activity. For those that are interested they have been road tested and they do not get in the way of a good fucking. Inspired by the road test Mr. Jones created the following image.

I think they will be a popular piece of boat attire.

Sinful Sunday

If you want to listen to the whole song here it is

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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Wicked Wednesday

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 11

Would you ever visit a sex therapist? What would be the reason and what do you think their advice would be for you?

The short answer to this question is no. Even though I was diagnosed with depression by a General Practitioner and take medication for it I am quite reluctant to visit a therapist to discuss this condition. I can’t really define the reasons for this but I guess they are part of being in this mental state. I have started journaling both about my life as it is and my sexual life. They really are hand in hand so that is as it should be really. That is as close as I am going to get to a therapist for now. It is helping me to see things a little more clearly but as time goes by my dedication to journaling every day is slipping so the benefits are waning a little

So why would I visit a sex therapist? I think I would maybe visit one if I was in a poly relationship and there were issues. That isn’t really a sex therapist but that is the only sexual reason I would visit a therapist that I can identify. I have a friend who worked as a therapist for people in ‘alternative’ relationships. She is completely amazing and someone I hope I can spend more time with, in the future. I think she is the most likely person I would visit for therapy.

What would she tell me? Love yourself. Know your own value and don’t get into a relationship with someone who doesn’t respect you as you are.

Oh wait

I gave that advice out earlier this week to a young woman who go into a bad situation.

Maybe I am a therapist