Toxic Masculinity

My friend Mike over at Marriage Sex and More often writes about his journey through changing his approach to his sex life. This journey has taken him from being a classic “blue pill” thinker to more of a “red pill” guy. The resulting change in attitude and confidence has resulted in a complete 180 degree turn around in many areas of his life in particular his marriage. As a woman I find his ideas a little confronting. As a wife I find myself nodding along. For men who are in marriages that are sexless and unsatisfactory what he has to say is invaluable. Confronting but invaluable.

Mike’s idea of “Blue pill” vs “Red pill” thinking is interesting. In his view “blue pill” thinking is taking on pressures placed on men, often by feminists, to be more sensitive and to suppress men’s tendencies to be strong, and in some ways dominating. A blue pill guy is married to the system, does every thing he can to meet his wife’s demands, all the while complaining that he never gets enough sex and that women are bitches. Mike’s reformation came about when he refused to be the sensitive new age guy type and became a “Red pill” thinker. Strong, happy with himself and more in control of his life. I have summarised here, you really need to read the way he explains it.

Blue Pill or Red Pill

As I read a recent post summarising the changes in his approach and his wife’s approach to oral sex many things resonated with me. I come across men every day in the world of the internet who are dealing with being sexually repressed in one way or another. All of them will complain at length about their wives not being on board with their sexual fantasies. All of them tell me that they are keen to be amazing in bed, that they love licking pussy, that they have endless stamina yada yada.

While I have not tested them all I have enough experience to tell you that




to me, to their wives, to themselves.

When it comes to licking pussy most men are, well, pussies. They will do it for a short while as a means to get to the main course. Once they have ticked the box, they don’t go back. They don’t listen to subtle direction, they don’t assess how their partner is responding and they don’t give the impression that they are actually enjoying it. When it comes to the main course, again it is all about them hitting their goals. Stamina is relative. For some five minutes is a long time to have sex. And yes it can be a long time if you are fucking someone who is using you as a place to shove their dick.

It is a generalisation but many of the men I encounter who are using a poor sex life as an excuse for cheating have one thing in common. They do not take responsibility for their problem. They see themselves as a victim. Blue pill thinking. Everything in their life is someone else’s fault. Mostly their wife’s. This goes further to them thinking they are owed something. That the other women they are seeking are going to just fit with their fantasies, ideas and availability. In short, she is going to supply him with everything he wants that he is not getting now. Because, of course, if one woman is refusing to comply she is definitely the one with the problem.

A casual read of Mike’s posts might lead a man to think that paying scant attention to what his woman wants is all part of the Red Pill mentality. That to be a Red pill man all you have to do is focus on demanding what you want and it will come along. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Just demanding what you want in a loud voice is the kind of thing a two year old does. If his parent is doing their job they will promptly remind their entitled child that life is not about waiting for your privileges to fall from the sky it is about EARNING them. The focus is not on what you WANT but what you ARE.

Instead of complaining that your wife is not attracted to you how about considering making yourself more attractive to her? There have been times when I have had to look at myself. I fell in the blue pill rabbit hole and felt that Mr Jones was not doing it for me. A good hard look in the mirror told me I was also not doing it for HIM. It has taken time and much trial and error but these days I have a reasonably good idea of what does it for him (I think). The question is mostly not what to do but motivating myself to make the effort. Because it does take effort.

Mr Jones often talks about the cycle of not being attractive. How one partner’s inadequacy feeds the inadequacy of the other and around and around it spirals. His idea is correct. Breaking the cycle is hard. It takes one partner to go out on a limb. Of course if the other doesn’t follow then you are possibly flogging a dead horse. It is just a question of how long you want the limb to be and if they don’t follow do you go back to where you were or move on?

At the end of the day marriage is not a free ride. There is never a time to coast and there is never a time to lie back and be worshipped as a perfect specimen of a spouse. Good relationships take work. Sometimes the rewards are not instant. Sometimes the rewards are not exactly what you wanted. But do you honestly want to be a victim at the mercy of other people? Is that really what you want?

TMI Tuesday – Easter Weekend Edition

In Australia Easter is traditionally a four day weekend. There are usually school holidays either side depending on when Easter happens. Many people take the opportunity to go camping or have a short get away with their family. Plans in the Jones house have been rather topsy turvey due to a lot of factors; a snap three day lockdown, our upcoming six month yacht expedition and the weather no less.

Whatever is happening in your part of the world I hope that you and yours enjoy some time with each other and create happy memories.

Image by anncapictures from Pixabay

And so on to this week’s questions

1 Would you rather have sex with someone who never showers or someone who never brushes their teeth?

I teach teenagers. They frequently stink. Some classrooms seem to have the stink of teenage body odour permeated into the paint and the floor covering. It always hits you when you first walk in but after a while you seem to forget it. Particularly if something is happening to distract you.

Bad breath on the other hand is overpowering. Nothing can make me forget that smell. Or stop me from cringing. I would choose body odour every time. You could always use a position like doggy style where you don’t have to be close to them.

2 Would you rather have only have sex in the shower for the rest of your life or only have sex on the floor for the rest of your life?

I have never really been a huge fan of shower sex. It just doesn’t cut it for me. Foreplay in the shower 100% yes. Maybe a little penetration sometimes but always in the shower? Nope it would become frustrating if that was the only way I was ever having sex. I need a surface I can lean against securely because when I have sex I like to be completely focussed on what is happening to me, not concentrating on not slipping or maintaining a position that is a little awkward.

3 Would you rather cry every time you have sex or burp every time you kissed?

Crying is something I am coming to terms with as I get older and my hormones become more messed up. Burping is something I know is unavoidable but would over time make me avoid kissing.

4 Would you rather find out the last person you had sex with was your long lost cousin or a brutal serial killer?

That would depend on how good the sex was. If it was mediocre then it doesn’t matter, I didn’t die, I didn’t make a child, I won’t feel compelled to go there again.

If it was mind blowing I would just be annoyed that I couldn’t go there again.

Bonus would you rather always say what you think or never say anything.

Saying what you think is something that is very important for maintaining your integrity. Certainly there are times when you can keep your ideas to yourself and it will make everyone happier but in many of those situations it IS possible to say what you think without being offensive. It is all about the phrasing. For example when an acquaintance told me she and her family were buying a house a VERY long way from her work, her husband’s work, their children’s schools and most of the people they were friends with at the time my thoughts were;

“Have you lost your mind?” with some expletives thrown in.

What I said was “Oh, that is a long way from everything.” I don’t know if she realised what I thought. I am sure she didn’t care. I believe I did say what I was thinking, it was just phrased more tactfully. Besides I can always vent here.

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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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Thirty Dirty Questions: No 2

Welcome back to another edition of Thirty Dirty Questions as first posted on the blog of Brigit Delaney. You can find the first edition here. The second question is:

How do you feel about PDA, including kink / sex in public?

“Leave room for Jesus” the chant of a Catholic School teacher on playground duty shooing couples away from corners and hiding places where they go to get some privacy and alone time on a campus teeming with 1000 students and another 150 or so staff. As a teacher it is often obvious who is dating who, mostly. Sometimes it is just an everyday thing. They sit together at lunch deep in conversation maybe holding hands or stealing little touches of each other’s thigh and arm. Those couples are cute, they make you smile and even though you pull them gently apart and they are suitably embarrassed you sometimes wish the world weren’t so judgemental and you could let them be.

Then there are the ones that make your skin crawl. Everything about them as people seems just a little bit wrong. The girls who constantly fiddle with their hair in class and are not quite attractive but still use their sex to manipulate people. The boys who are covered in acne, spend too much time indoors and are never quite clean always seem to attract girls for reasons that mystify sane people. They touch each other constantly and you know that outside of school, and at school if they can, they would be having sex, furtively in a desperate way in strange places like cars and alleys.

Hot alley bang

Those couples should be separated by an iron bar, the kind that kinksters use to spread a submissive’s legs. Actually, that would be kind of amusing. Two teenagers desperate to fondle each other held apart by a rigid implement. Close enough to smell each other but too far away to touch. Yes, teachers do have sadistic thoughts about some students.

In the real-world things are slightly different. PDA is more accepted, sometimes. I guess we assume that adults have a better sense of what is appropriate for their surroundings. Sometimes we are right, sometimes we are not. For me personally PDA in fully public settings should mostly be about holding hands and kissing. Maybe, sometimes, putting your hand in the waistband of your partner’s pants. I remember once a fellow primary school mum telling me that she admired the way my husband and I embraced and kissed openly in the school carpark as we parted ways for the day. She thought our obvious affection for each other showed that our marriage was strong and natural.

She had no idea that I would kiss a man who was NOT my husband in the same way, if I didn’t think someone who knew me would see. There is something alluring about being sexy in public. Kissing, fondling, wearing no underwear. The thrill of doing something illicit adds to the excitement. But like, everything in this world there are times and places where this kind of thing is more OK than others.

I have had sex in the changeroom of a department store. More than once. The first time was hot and branded into the memory of both me and my partner of the day. Both of us went there again with other partners. For both of us it was not as good the second time. Sometimes spontaneity can mask thoughts of what is not right about a situation and allow us to truly enjoy something. When I think back over times when I did do sexy stuff in public I have mixed feelings. Sometimes I shudder with shame and I wonder if I am any better than the spotty teenage couple that make my skin crawl.

Sometimes I feel the heat of excitement and think it is the sexiest fucking thing. The trick is not to get into your head about it too much.

TMI Tuesday – You Sexy Thang!

1 Pick your next sexual encounter. Only pick one, then tell us why that is your choice.

  1. Blindfolded during oral sex
  2. Sex in a hot tub
  3. Sex in an elevator
  4. Phone sex
  5. Bringing in a third party

I am going with blindfolded during oral sex. Although I hope that it turns into a full on sex session with the blindfold on. I am the kind of person who very much likes to be in control so the blindfold would be challenging but with the right person I would very much like to try it.

2 When could having sex with an ex be a good thing?


Thinks it over for a moment.

Nope, definitely never. Exes are exes. They belong in your past and like all mistakes the only thing you should take into the future from them is the lessons you learned. I am even of the mind that sex partners that have left your life for whatever reason should never be re-heated. Although I have been tempted….

3. Have you ever had sex in a public toilet?

I know you said no judgement Hedone so I am going to take you at face value!! I have never had penetrative sex in a public toilet. Does that count. I have sucked a guy off in the toilet of a city hotel which was in the foyer so kind of public?? Does that mean I get kind of judged?

4. Car sex is hot or not?

The idea of car sex is hot. The reality is weird positioning and awkward moments. I once had sex in a car that was parked in the carpark of a pub where I met a prospective partner for the first time. It was without a doubt a quickie, the whole thing lasted less than five minutes. At the time I thought it was a good sign.

It wasn’t

I also had multiple encounters with a man who was supposedly playing with the knowledge and consent of his partner. He was very reluctant to host or shell out for a hotel. After a daytime encounter in the back of a car in January (middle of Australian summer). I called it quits.

5. What is the most appealing thing about you?

My razor wit and fantastic arse of course.

If you want proof

Unless you are in my year 11 Maths class and then the fact that I offer chocolate bars as a reward is the most appealing thing about me.

Bonus: Some time ago in Geneva, Switzerland, a coffee shop opened where you can get a hot delicious cup of coffee, with a side of a hot delicious blowjob. A) Would you visit this coffee shop? B) Would you get the blowjob?

Firstly I don’t like coffee and I find all the wank surrounding it amusing. Coffee culture when viewed from the outside is just a little bit ridiculous. I mean who can take someone seriously who absolutely MUST have their “Flat skinny no-dairy macchiato in a tall cup” daily. It’s coffee!!! For the record I feel a bit the same about wine. So coffee shops don’t cut it for me.

In terms of the blow job? Maybe. I have played with an ex sex worker and he gave some of the best pussy lickings I have ever experienced.

Image by Sarah Huerta from Pixabay

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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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Friday Flashback; Three Wishes

Because Fridays should be fun…

With ferocious glee Tabitha shoved the last of the old clothing into plastic bags and threw the bag onto the pile she had allocated to give to charity. Picking up the broom she swept the last of the dust and debris into a neat pile in the middle of the room. She picked up the broom and swept dust into a pile before sweeping it into a dustpan to carry out to the bin. Finally she allowed herself time to look around the room and remember. As a child Tabitha and her brother had spent many happy afternoons in this attic playing hide and seek among the furniture and trunks. As she had grown up her Grandmother had taken her up here to delve into dusty trunks looking for treasures Granny had collected as a young woman travelling the world. Some of Granny’s treasures were so exotic Tabitha could not even imagine the places she would have travelled to collect them. Now Granny was gone and the house had to be sold. All the trinkets and treasures were divided up between the family or sold off. It had broken Tabitha’s heart.

Taking a deep breath, Tabitha shook herself out of her melancholy, “What is past is past,” she remembered her Granny saying many times, “No use worrying about what could have been. You are better off using your energy to worry about what can be.” She turned to take the last of the bags of rubbish down to the bin. Sitting beside the plastic bag she noticed a lamp. A puzzled frown creased her brow. She didn’t remember putting it there. Nor did she ever remember seeing it in the Attic. It didn’t even look like anything else Granny had collected. But there it was, as large as life sitting in the corner by the stairs.

Setting down her bags Tabitha stepped over and picked up the lamp, it seemed to be made of brass, albeit tarnished and dusty brass. Without thinking Tabitha wiped the top of the lamp with her hand, smoothing the dust off. There was a flash of light and suddenly the top of the staircase was filled with a large honey coloured man.

Tabitha stepped back in shock. For a few moments all she could do was gape at his smooth well-muscled body. His skin was a dark honey colour and didn’t appear to have a single hair gracing his chest. Tabitha had to fight off a strong urge to step forward run her hand over his smooth, rippling chest. Her eyes travelled downwards over his stomach noting the small line of hair that led from his belly button downwards into the loincloth that was tied around his waist.

The loincloth was the only garment he was wearing. If you could call it a garment. It barely covered anything. Heat rose in Tabitha’s cheeks as she thought for a moment about what the loincloth was trying to cover.  

“You have three wishes,” a deep voice sent a melting heat straight through Tabitha’s belly. Suddenly her whole groin seemed to be throbbing. She forced herself to look up into his eyes.

“What?” she was confused.

“You have three wishes,” repeated calmly and completely without expression.

“Or?” Tabitha really didn’t like being told what to do or being given ultimatums.

“I will be your constant companion until you have made three wishes.” The man pronounced. “I am bound by the genie code to attend the person who rubs my lamp until I grant them their three wishes.”

“And then what?” Tabitha continued getting, a perverse pleasure from being difficult.

“I return to the lamp until it can be hidden and found again by another unsuspecting person.” The Genie’s voice held a very slight note of terseness.

“What if I wish for something you can’t do.” Tabitha couldn’t resist seeing how much she could provoke the Genie.

A tiny frown appeared at the centre of the Genie’s brow. It didn’t mar the beauty of his features; in fact it made Tabitha even more attracted to him. “I am bound to be your companion until I can grant you three wishes.” the Genie continued doing an admirable job of keeping the irritation out of his voice. For some odd reason Tabitha looked down. Was she imagining it or was the loincloth having more difficulty covering the Genie’s loins?

I can’t believe it,” Tabitha was amazed at the thought. “He is turned on by me bossing him around. Well, if that is how he likes it.” Tabitha came to a decision.

“I wish there was a spa downstairs waiting for me with scented oil and twenty, no fifty, candles lighting the bathroom.

A muscle flicked in the Genie’s cheek, “Done!” he replied.

Tabitha frowned at him in disbelief, “Granny doesn’t have a spa!” she scoffed.

The Genie stepped aside and waved his arm over the staircase, “She does now,” he replied simply.

Tabitha made her way down the stairs and along the hall to the bathroom. The Genie followed her, almost silent on the wooden floorboards. At the door to the bathroom Tabitha turned to face him,

“If I don’t make all my wishes straight away,” she began, “like if I think about what I want for a few days. What happens then?”

“I am your constant companion until I have granted you three wishes.” The Genie replied simply. Without her even being conscious of it, Tabitha glanced downwards. The bulge in the Genie’s loincloth seemed even bigger. A wicked inkling of an idea began at the back of her mind. She turned and opened the door. Granny’s bathroom had been completely remodelled. In the corner sat a spa big enough for at least three people, or one girl and a huge genie.

She turned and looked at the Genie standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “Constant companion?”  She asked, with one eyebrow raised.

“Constant,” he replied with a completely straight face.

Tabitha turned her back and walked towards the spa. She slipped her shirt down over her arms and let it slide to the floor. The rest of her clothes followed suit. Only when she was about to step into the bath she turned to the Genie. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall behind her. Only the loincloth gave him away, and a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

“Would you like to join me?” she asked as she placed one foot into the water.

The Genie stepped into the room as he made his way across to her Tabitha felt his eyes burning her naked flesh. He stopped in front of her, his smooth honey coloured chest millimetres away from her hard nipples. His eyes were dark pools of lust. Tabitha felt her cunt throbbing and wetness forming over the top if her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat.

“As you wish,” the genie reached down and unclasped his loincloth letting it slide to the floor to join Tabitha’s clothes. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, pressing his cock against her belly. Tabitha was helpless. He could do anything he wanted to her. All she wanted was his cock. “Or do you wish for something else?” He whispered as he caressed the side of her neck with his lips. With one hand he reached between her legs, to caress her wet cunt. She whimpered, unable to say anything as he stroked and caressed her before sliding his fingers inside her.

He lifted her up and placed her gently into the warm swirling water. “I don’t want to use up all my wishes at once,” she said as he stepped into the opposite end of the spa.

There was a pause as he settled himself and arranged her legs so that he could stroke her thighs. “If I wish for the same thing it doesn’t count.” 

Carmen and Ryan Part 2 – What Happened in the Kitchen

The meal finished and plates were cleared away. Carmen began the task of stacking the dishwasher while Josh ferried dishes into the kitchen. Josh’s remaining friends finished their beers and left thanking Carmen for the meal as they left. Ryan, Chloe and Josh sat by the pool chatting and laughing. The methodical task of stacking dishes and the quiet contented air of the house soothed Carmen’s nerves. As she bent down to place the last plate into the dishwasher, she felt a pair of hands on her hips pulling her butt towards a male body. She froze, her heart in her mouth, terrified that her fantasy was really happening.

“I have always loved arses,” Ryan’s voice was still foreign to her. “and yours is so round, so perfect. I want to see what is under that skirt.”

Carmen’s heart thundered in her ribcage, “What if Josh sees you?” she gasped.

Ryan pulled her closer. Her butt was pressing against his groin and she could feel his erection, thick and hard. Heat spread through her body. It had been too long.

“Chloe dragged him to bed,” Ryan pulled Carmen’s body so that she was standing up, leaning against him. His hands slipped inside her shirt sliding up over her belly to cup her breasts.

Carmen sagged against him. The heat of his breath on the back of her neck sent tingles spreading over her skin. His fingers pinched her nipples and she whimpered softly letting his arms hold her weight. He moved them so that she was bent over the kitchen bench. His hands lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down, exposing her arse.

“Such a perfect round arse,” his voice was hoarse and foreign in her kitchen, for a moment she remembered where they were and who he was. Her body tensed, ready to flee but then he slid his fingers between her legs, dipping them into her cunt. Everything she was worried about slipped out of her mind as his fingers dipped in and out of her. Her breathing became hard and she made small whimpering noises as he spread her juice around her labia.

“You are so fucking hot, I need you.” His voice was urgent in her ear. She felt the velvet skin of his cock against her naked butt. “Please let me,” he sounded like a little boy, asking for a treat but the fingers still buried in her cunt were those of a man. Her clit throbbed aching for release but his fingers had awakened a deeper hunger, she needed to be filled by a real, live man.

“Please,” he begged again.

She gave herself over to her body, “Fuck me,” she growled.

There was a brief pause as his body left hers. For a moment Carmen wondered if he had run away but the sound of a foil packet being ripped open reassured her. Within moments she felt his cock pressing against her opening.

“Best to be safe,” he breathed in her ear. “Are you ready?”

She nodded and leaned back against him pressing herself against his cock. Slowly he slid into her. He grunted in pleasure.

“You feel so good.” His hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her.

Carmen was lost in the feeling of being fucked. It had been too long. His cock filled her, stretching her cunt. As if he could read her mind he reached around and stroked her swollen aching clit.

“Cum for me,” he whispered in her ear. “I need to feel you cumming on my cock.”

She couldn’t restrain herself. Waves of pleasure crashed through her body. She tried to be quiet but as she rode her orgasm she cried out.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her, “Fuck you are so beautiful, I need to cum,” his voice was like the little boy again, asking for permission. Carmen wasn’t able to think properly but she nodded weakly as her body sagged against the bench.

“Fuuuuuck” his voice sounded loud in the kitchen as he emptied himself into her. Carmen panicked that Josh would hear him and she stiffened in fear but as he bent over her panting no one came. As his cock softened, he slid from her and removed the condom.

Carmen roused herself and looked at him. Everything seemed so surreal. This strong young man in her kitchen had just fucked her. One of her son’s friends! It was like a movie. She wondered if she was dreaming but the tenderness in her pussy from his cock was real, the condom now sitting in her kitchen bin was real. The six-foot body lounging against the bench was real.

“I need a shower,” she said. Still feeling as she was having a dream, she smoothed her clothes and stepped out of the knickers around her feet. Then she remembered her manners. “Would you like one?”

He smiled, a cheeky glint came into his eyes, “With you?” he asked looking hopeful.

She laughed. He was such a comical mixture of man and boy. “What about Josh?” Every time she thought of him just down the hall she worried.

“I know you guys are close and all, but I don’t think I would feel comfortable showering with both of you,” Ryan cracked a sardonic grin.

Carmen chuckled, “It has been many years since I have showered with Josh,” she was starting to like this man’s sense of humour. “but I still don’t want him to walk in on me fucking his friend.”

“I understand,” Ryan’s voice was gentle, “but Josh is a big boy who is probably in his room right now hoping his mum doesn’t hear him getting the life fucked out of him by the firecracker he is dating.”

“I like Chloe,” Carmen mused.

“I like Chloe too,” Ryan responded. “She is great in a whole bunch of ways, but she is a red-blooded woman and like all red-blooded women needs a good seeing to regularly. Like someone else who lives in this house.” He looked Carmen straight in the eye.

“Is that so,” Carmen pulled herself up to her full height and looked him in the eye.

“Yes,” he grinned down at her, “It is. And I very much enjoyed the start of your seeing to, but I think that you could do with a bit more than a quickie over the kitchen bench.”

Carmen wasn’t sure if she heard him, “The start?” she asked.

“Yes, the start,” he replied. “There is much more of you I need to pay attention to, plus one pass of that fantastic arse is not enough.”

Carmen looked down, she thought she could see a hint of an erection through his shorts. Surely not? She was incredulous.

He noticed the direction of her gaze, “If you want to know, all you have to do is show me the way to the shower.”

Carmen hesitated but her curiosity got the better of her. Without a word she turned and led the way down the hall.

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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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TMI Tuesday – Holiday Washup

1.What was the best part of your holiday season?

I feel like I say this wayyy too many times and I am sure but reconnecting with sailing and the ocean. Just in case you are not tired of images here is a selection from our holiday outings.

2. Did you have the opportunity to get down and dirty over the holidays? Please share?

The yacht has been ‘christened’ but in a very restrained way. All of our outings have included our daughter, The Unicorn, and so nude sunbaking and sex on the deck in the moonlight have not happened yet. We spent New Year’s at a vanilla party where there was some talk of sex but the participants openly admitted actually HAVING sex is not their thing. So yeh I am thinking I need to rectify this situation.

3.You receive a gift from a family member that is exactly what you DID NOT want. Do you:

a) Smile politely and bin it at the first opportunity?

b) Say thank you and re-gift it next year?

c) Do some detective work and return it at the first opportunity?

d) Try and tactfully suggest something more appropriate for next time?

Over time I have had some gifts given to me that were clangers to say the least. The usual go to for my in-laws is some kind of toiletry product of the cheap shop variety. I hate wasting things and so my bathroom cupboard has filled with tubes of cheap hand cream that smells disgusting. Recently I have been using some of the better products on my body and giving it to Mr Jones to use on his hands etc. I have even steeled myself and thrown the worst stuff in the bin!!

Famously my SIL gave The Unicorn a pantsuit that was awful. I tried to return it to the store she bought it from only to be told by the retail worker there that she had bought it from the bargain bin for $2. I was not happy but I didn’t go as far as saying anything to her about it.

4.Sex toys as gifts yay or nay? Was there a time when you unexpectedly opened something R-Rated in front of your family? Tell us about it.

Sex toys as gifts are good. If the giver has a good understanding of what you like. Mr Jones has bought a few things over the years that have been awesome. In particular a glass dildo that I quite like and use often. The most amusing sex toy anecdote is the time that he gave me a vibrator for Christmas. I opened it, along with all my other presents on Christmas morning in the company of my whole family, including my parents. I only opened the box a little way before he stopped me.

He wasn’t quick enough though. My mother then nagged me to find out what it was for pretty much the rest of the day. Even my own children knew better than to pursue it. I didn’t tell her even though it would have been a good lesson for her about putting your nose in other people’s business.

5. What is the best present your significant other has given you?

Mr Jones has exceeded himself over the years. By far the best present I got was for the second Christmas after we were married. I was heavily pregnant and expecting our son on 24 December (he didn’t arrive until 7 Jan) and he purchased the most comfortable recliner I have ever sat in for me to have in the nursery. It was the gift that kept giving for many many years and much better than any wooden rocking chair.

Bonus: Share your New Year’s resolution(s) or reasons why you do not make them.

I tend to avoid making resolutions. It seems every time I vocalise a resolution I sabotage myself by not following through. The best way for me to make improvements is quietly and privately without too much obvious effort. Over time I have learned that you have more success by making small changes every day and being kind to yourself along the way.

Dramatic changes made with much trumpeting tend to fall by the wayside. Besides. January 1 is not the only time of the year that changes need to be made in your life.

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