the birthday party

The room was swaying a little, I had been drinking champagne all evening, celebrating a friend’s birthday. Jane had chosen a great venue and the DJ was pumping. I had asked Sofia to come with me, she is one of my lovers and she is very giving and obliging, great company for a good night out. In bed, Sofia likes to be told what to do. We clicked when we discovered that we were both bisexual with a similar attitude toward sex. Over the years we have had lots of fun.
I watched her now, dancing with some guy she knew from years ago. She was getting him worked up, I could tell from her body language and the expression on his face. The beat of the music gathered pace and the two dancers with glowing faces came toward me.
‘Eve, this is John, we dated at university – he’s married now, worse luck.’ She laughed, throwing her head back and displaying her slender neck and throat. I wanted to step forward and bite it. But instead I smiled at John and proffered my hand.
‘Hi’
His hands were like plates, wet with sweat but fingers long and slender. A pianist perhaps. I imagined how huge his penis might be, looking at those hands.
‘Eve, you’ve got to tell John that you and I fuck, he won’t believe me.’
I looked over Sofia’s shoulder where a pinch-lipped woman glared at our cosy group. That must be the wife.
‘Like rabbits’ I confirmed, grabbing Sofia’s waist and pulling her close.
John practically dribbled. I stroked the side of her breast as I breathed words against her neck just loud enough for him to hear.
‘What do you think Sofia, shall I let him watch me pleasure you?’
Sofia smiled broadly.
‘I know you want him to fuck you with that huge dong’ I whispered more quietly. She smiled more and looked at him.
‘You’re kidding right?’ John blushed.
Sofia gave him a come hither look as she kissed my cheek and squeezed my waist, accepting the suggestion.
‘You’ll have to slip away from Miss Lemon over there, meet us in that fancy bathroom upstairs.’ I shook his hand again, as if saying goodbye and steered Sofia toward the stairs.
‘You little cock tease’ I muttered in her ear as I pushed her through the bathroom door. The room was luxurious, a velvet chaise longue, huge mirrors and gold taps.
There was no-one in either cubicle so we entered one and closed the door behind us. I lifted my skirt flashing my naked cunt. Sofia sat on the toilet seat and stuck out her tongue, looking up at me waiting. I thrust my cunt toward her mouth.
‘Lick it, taste my juices, when he gets here I want him to taste my scent on your lips.’
Sofia groaned with lusty anticipation and lapped obligingly, her neck awkwardly crooked. We heard the outer door open. Sofia’s eyes widened. I opened the cubicle door and saw John standing sheepishly in the middle of the room.
‘I should let him watch me finger you’ I said, watching John’s face. He returned to the main door and bolted it. There were other bathrooms available so we needn’t be disturbed.
When he turned to face us I had seated Sofia on the chaise longue and bunched up her skirt. I bent to slip my fingers in as John stood mesmerised. She was already wet. I worked my expert fingers in and out brushing over her clit and and occasionally giving her fat cunt a slap followed by a soothing lick. Sofia threw back her head and gasped, moving her body seductively.
‘Kiss her’ I told him. John tasted her lips and then licked his own. The aroma of sex heavy in the air. Sofia was in heaven. I pulled her tits loose from her bustier top and John tentatively stroked them while I sucked and fingered her sweet and juicy cunt.
‘Get on your knees’ I tugged at Sofia, helping her into position. I stood at the head end and again lifted my skirt for her to sniff and lick between my legs.
From this position I reached forward and gathered the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up around her waist. Her taut little arse poked up. I instructed Sofia to part her legs nicely for the young man. She moaned again, loving the control.
‘I’m going to watch him fuck you my darling.’
John didn’t need telling twice, he knelt behind her sprawled legs. As he loosened his trousers his erection poked out of his shorts. My predictions had been right. Huge and twitching.
I watched him steady and position himself. His cock bumped against her backside then nudged toward her opening. Sofia let out a loud gasp as he entered her. I shoved my pussy onto her mouth to keep the noise down and between him and I we used her from either end.
A muffled chomping accompanied her gasps and moans as he pumped quickly, grasping her hips for leverage. With each withdrawal I saw his glistening cock increasingly coated in her silky juice. I could feel my own orgasm rising and knew Sofia would follow soon after me.
‘I’m coming on her face’ I announced to the pair of them, playing with my nipples as I reached an efficient climax.
Satisfied, I bent to cup her face in my hands and kiss her shiny face. John was hammering away now and Sofia’s face had that glazed, ‘nearly there’ expression. I reached beneath her and fingered her clit, strumming across the surface as he thrust his length again and again. John stiffened, his spunk rising.
‘Come my love’ I whispered sweetly in her ear.
‘He’s going to fill your creamy hole with his spunk and you love it – you slut.’
As John ground the last drop from his cock into her gushing hole I kissed her long and hard. She came fiercely, straining and growling. Her hands reached back and pulled on John’s thighs, pulling the last of him into her. I pinched and slapped her clit, giving it a good sloppy rubbing, she was so wet – she’d wet all over his cock, it was dripping down there! I brought my hands to my mouth and tasted their mingled juices. Stuck my hand up mine and thrust it under John’s nose. His tongue lashed out and licked across my fingertips.
‘You’d better get back to Miss Lemon’ I smirked.

New Olympic sport – synchronised shooting!!

One of my favourite fantasies is to be spunked on by a number of men, all at once. I’m not alone, I know women out there share this longing. In my dreams, they’re watching me do something, often coming across me by accident (masturbating for example or playing with another woman).

Entry

I like the thought of being oblivious to their presence but once I realise they are there, I really go for it, porn-star-style. They pump their cocks, grunt and moan. Calling out filthy instructions, urging me on. I slather and squirm, lost in my own intense delirium. The context a blur, my half-closed eyes sharply focused on the five or more cocks surrounding me. Until they cannot hold back any longer. They have not touched me, nor me them.

Olympic Cock

Climax is reached through the eye and the transmission of lust and perversion and complete liberation. As I imagine it, when one of them starts to show signs of climax, it urges the others on. Eventually a synchronised crescendo of hot spunk, like an evening of son et lumiere, an arc of pearly white globules, pumping and surging in time to the music (that’s always beating in my head). Pointed skyward but gravity doing it’s work, bringing the cold splatters home to me, my waiting flesh, my open mouth, my ecstasy……..

synchronised shooting…Gold!

If you haven’t already explored this blog, refer back to ‘this kitten’s claws’ for an example of what I’m talking about.

you’re for it….

Him, alright but it’s got to be quick – and no cuddling after
Her, I’m the luckiest girl alive
Him: ouch, steady!
Her: get down there
Him: you randy bugger (laughing)
Her: get on with it – get your nose in first
Him: mmm
Her: taste it
Him: sslrrpp
Her: I’m gonna sit on your cock in a minute
Him: mmgrhff
Her: There, all the way up, uhh
Him: Ow!
Her: oh boohoo, shut up
Him: (laughing)
Her: Suck my tits while I grind my cunt down onto your cock
Him: muhmnuhm
Her: I’m cumming, I’m gonna cream all over your cock…uuhh, eeeh, aaahhrghh, gnuh
Him: Have you finished with me?
Her: No, I’m gonna suck my cream from your cock while I sit on your face
Him: (smiley face)
Her: sslrrpp mmm mmgrhff uhh muhmnuhm uuhh……
Him: mmgrhff
Her: spunk in my mouth
Him: mmgrhff
Her: let me drink it
Him: mgrhufghff mmgrhff
Her: (gobbling) mmm tastes good…mmm I’m gonna cum again, on your face
Him: mmgrhff.. sslrrpp mmm.
Her: uuhh, eeeh, aaahhrghh…that’s it

Concupiscent encounter

Hi lusty lovers, I’m back…just putting my head up from the books and breathing a big sigh of relief…I have one more year to go before this latest bout of academic striving is done. Every time I return to study I tell myself (and anyone else who’ll listen) that ‘this is the last time’ but then a couple of years later…there I go again. Obviously a glutton for punishment. And on that subject I must tell you of my latest, rather desperate and awkward encounter. Immersed in my recent assignment as I was, my brain stretched to it’s capacity, my sex life slipped off the radar. Apart from the odd, exhausted wank (just to keep the juices flowing and to help me switch off from my subject and get some sleep) I had been neglecting my libido. It’s true what they say about the less you have the less you crave it – I know this to be inversely true – the more you have the more you want – but had never experienced this prolonged apathy and disinterest before. Not content with letting my standards slip, I ventured forth a couple of days after handing in the assignment with the sole intent of making something lusty happen! I decided to visit the Yayoi Kusama exhibition and the sight of her stuffed phallus covered furniture and clothes lifted my spirits and focused my mind on the subject of sex. I giggled aloud, titillated by her work, hoping to communicate my openness and sense of fun to the bodies pressing about me. I played a game with myself, an old game, one I developed from an early age when brief, sexual encounters with strangers, dominated my pubescent dreams. The first time I consciously played this game was on a school trip to The Victory (Nelson’s ship) where, whenever possible I ‘accidentally’ bumped into, brushed against or proffered a protruding backside to an array of strangers, just to see what would happened. I was rewarded with several twinges and tingles throughout the day as a stray finger pressed between my legs, a hairy arm brushed against a budding breast and on one satisfying occasion, I felt a hardening cock pushing against my back.
As I entered the next crowded room of the gallery, I smiled at the thought of the game. Not caring whether the contact was with women or men. Just eager to get back in touch with my body. I entered the next room which was particularly crowded, bodies and faces pressed forward straining to see the various works. I pressed my own form forward until my torso came into contact with the back of the woman in front. I pushed into her warmth, my breasts squashing against her shoulder blades. She flinched, turned slightly, I apologised, ‘oh I beg your pardon’ as I stepped back, I regained my balance and moved away to the next crowded picture. This time I manoeuvered in front of a man and as I considered the art before me I leaned back ever so slightly, feeling my head almost rest on his shoulder for a moment. I waited there and when he did not move I poked my bum out a little and felt for his thigh, allowing the slightest brush of buttock against balls before once again moving away. So I went on, repeating this modus at every opportunity. When I felt a hand making a definite lunge between my legs I got the tingle I longed for and satisfied that I had shared my sexy game with others I headed for the door and the sunshine.
‘Excuse me, Miss?’ a hand on my shoulder. His voice sounded authoritarian. I cringed inside thinking I’d been spotted on security cameras playing my silly game. I turned and was relieved to see not a security uniform but a middle aged man with a twinkle in his eye and a wry smile on his playful lips. ‘Were you just doing what I thought you were doing?’ He asked in a head-masterly tone.
I stuttered, ‘ehm, it’s a game I play, it’s not meant to hurt anyone.’ I felt about seven years old, caught scrumpying by a cross neighbour.
‘And what is this game exactly?’ I could feel my cheeks blush as I explained ‘Well, if you must know,’ I said rather haughtily, ‘I like getting a sexual thrill from a brief and accidental encounter, so I go to crowded places and travel on tube trains with the purpose of pushing or brushing myself up against someone, in some lusty, tingle-raising fashion’.
‘Then what happens?’ he leered toward me fixing his eyes on my chest.
‘I go home and wank!’ I stated, matter-of-factly, as if daring myself in the conversation with a stranger.
‘Well that was my crotch you were pushing your bum into and now you’ve got me all hot and bothered…what are we going to do about it?’ For the second time that day I felt a pang of fear.
Play it cool – keep your nerve – keep your wits about you, these thoughts circled my brain as my mouth opened and words fell out.
‘What do you suggest?’ As I said it, the risk mixed with lust and I felt the gush of juices dampen my crotch. I surrepticiously squirmed my thighs together enjoying the wet slippery sensation.
‘My hotel’s near here’ he took my arm as if to walk like lovers. I pulled away.
‘I’m not coming to any hotel with you but you can buy me a drink in that pub over there.’
We sat by the river and supped our beers.
‘So are you going to finish what you started?’ He asked as we finished our pints. I had been considering my position and my cunt was still throbbing with desire so…
‘What about a bit of fingering round the back of this place?’
He choked. ‘What? That sounds rather sordid and cheap.’ He turned his nose up.
‘Take it or leave it’ I stood to leave.
‘No wait, yes, sure, come on.’
He grabbed my wrist and headed for the rear of the building. The next thing, I was pushed roughly up against the wall. Two large shrubs shielded us from any unlikely passers by. He thrust his hand between my legs, startled, I jumped and let out a small gasp. He took it as encouragement and snapped open my belt, pulling down my zip at the same time. His hot, rough hand plunged greedily where I knew I was sopping. A big index finger pushed inside me and my knees buckled, pushing my cunt firmly onto him. I knew my cunt was sucking in his strong digit, gripping on, not letting go. He extracted his finger with difficulty and held it up, examining the viscous silk coating before sniffing at it and licking it. Now with a wet finger he entered me again.
I searched for his bulge and was gratified by the substantial erection I could feel through his trousers. Clumsily, I unzipped him and grasping his cock, pumped in time to the thrusts of his one, two, now three fingers. I rocked myself against him, grasping the back of his neck with my spare hand as I stroked his penis. My legs began to tremble as my orgasm approached.
‘I’m coming’ I whispered. ‘Don’t stop, here it comes’ I let out a muffled ‘uuh, yeah, mmm’ before my legs splayed helplessly below me. My cunt full and pulsing, my clit concupiscent, hot, throbbing and alive.
As I ‘came-to’, still pulsing his cock, he jerked his seed all over my hand. Hot globs that quickly cooled in the open air.
Hurriedly, we pulled ourselves together and returned to the riverside, mingling with the sightseers and tourists.
‘Fancy another drink?’ He looked a bit sheepish.
‘No thanks, I prefer to leave it there’
‘Well at least you finished what you started. Serves you right for being such a randy little thing. Watch out for that. I could have been trouble.’
‘That’s why I want to leave it there. I might have just had a lucky escape and don’t want to be around to find out. Goodbye and thanks for not being trouble.’
‘Thank you‘ he smiled, ‘I won’t forget this afternoon for a long time to come’ He laughed to himself.
I couldn’t wait to get home to wank with those same juices that had been stirred earlier. The train ride home didn’t help, the jolt of the tracks brought me near to orgasm more than once or twice. I could barely stop myself from having a sneaky finger myself. I stopped myself by thinking of all the extra randiness that was building up for when I got home. I fell on the bed as soon as I got in, almost tearing at my clothes in my rush to be naked. There followed a succession of comings that left me panting and writhing like a wild thing. Finally satisfied, I closed my eyes to dream of lusty strangers.

pornography in history (uk)

Napoleon said: If you want to understand a man and see the world through his eyes, think of what was going on in the world when he was twenty. Agree? Disagree? Comments please.
By the way, I have another paper to write (professional development) so if my posts appear more erratically (than they have of late! sorry) or if they disappear altogether – please bear with me. I should be on track to resume lusty ramblings mid June. But before I go….
Pornography in history
Medieval times – an orgasm was symbolised by death.
17th Century explicit sexual songs were sung in polite company.
1650’s – earthy songs were sung, snubbing their noses to puritanism. Songs were the peoples’ banner of subversion, an indication of their contempt for authority.
1694 Henry Purcell ‘when the cock begins to crow’ ‘when the long lazy slut has not made the Parlour clean……Be she Betty, Nan or Sue, we make her, make her of another hue..’
1711 – Bedford’s The Great Abuse of Musick.
The first club was established in 1761.
Garret Wesley, 1st Earl of Mornington (Duke of Wellington’s Father) composed ‘glees’ (bawdy songs thought to be suitable to be sung in female company).
Victorian era, Wilton’s Music Hall and the subversive, raunchy Marie Loyd. She gestured with every part of her body to give double meaning to the lyrics.
The Watch Committee complained about her song ‘come into the Garden Maud’, sung with sexual connotations.
In repost, Marie gave the innocent lyrics raunchy emphasis.
Crooning equated with seductive.
The intimate became public.

socksex

ooh! this kitten’s got claws.

nice arse!

‘Get your hands off me!’ I snarled with my best contemptuous expression. At the same time shrugging my neck and shoulders free of the fat hot hands that were mawling me.
Ooh! this kitten’s got claws’ he snorted drunkenly. I turned to see a complete stranger behind me. His face was flushed, his lips soggy, his large fleshy nose seemed to bob in the middle of his face. He dropped his hands as I shot him a withering glare and he and his friends stopped laughing.
‘Sorry love, didn’t mean to offend – it’s just that me and the lads were sat over there, admiring the sight of your backside perched on this bar stool and we wondered if you’d like to have a drink with us before we leave. Barman fetch this gorgeous woman a large glass of wine.’ He grinned lasciviously, licking his lips. His mates grinned too, a bunch of buffoons, goggle-eyed, school-boy titters emanating along with their whiskey breath.
As he spoke I reflected on how I was feeling in response to this assault-come-chat-up. Strangely, I did not feel threatened. There was something stirring in my loins that told me this might be fun. At the same time I felt contempt for their drunken salacious attitude and momentarily pitied any women attached to these specimens.
Without smiling, I raised the fresh glass to my lips, holding his gaze. As I took a sip, he ordered again.
‘Whiskey’s all round’, he gestured in the vague direction of his companions.
The men huddled around my bar stool. The air seemed hot with sweat and hormones, and not just mine.
I had stopped in at the bar on my way home from work, I had a hair appointment in an hour and it wasn’t worth going home first. A glass of wine and the newspaper was how I envisaged spending the wait. Not, as I was now, starting a third (large) glass surrounded by five inebriated lusty strangers. Although they weren’t strangers by now. Ed, Steve, Roger, Tony and Mark worked in ‘finance’ which could have meant anything. They were in town for a conference and, as they were keen to tell me, had a sumptuous hotel suite at the Hilton.
Despite my contempt I found myself laughing at their jokes and enjoying the feeling of being a powerful smart woman amidst a bunch of prick-driven sexist blokes.

Eve as Dave

My friends of both sexes, gay, straight, kinky, all tell me that I think like a man. I have even been asked if I am transgender. A close group of friends sometimes call me ‘Dave’ when I’m exhibiting my male-mind. I was confident that with this crowd I could hold my own and have a laugh and most certainly a cock or two. Maid Marian to these Merry Men.
Soon I was too tipsy to keep a hair appointment and sex was too much on my mind to think about doing anything else. I rang the salon to cancel. Ed, hearing this asked if this meant I was free for the evening?
‘I need to eat before I drink anymore’ as soon as I’d uttered those words I realised that I had just subconsciously agreed to this adventure going further.

sex on the brain

‘Boys, let’s get this lady some grub. What about the hotel restaurant? It’s good’
‘Sure, sounds great’
Six drained glasses, two shared cabs and Ed was steering me, ahead of the others, through the revolving door, pressing up against me as we squashed together between the leaves of the door. We walked straight through to a beautiful restaurant. Wine flowed, we ordered steak. I ate just enough to sober up and stave off hunger, I didn’t want a full belly of food if I was going to get a full belly of spunk later..haha!!
The food had a sobering effect on the boys too. I realised as I sat there, laughing and joking, with these very friendly and rather affable men, that all I wanted to do was to lie down, unbutton things, let my tits and belly out and play with my cunt.
It must have been written all over my face because the next thing I knew I was being given a tour of the suite and the men were undressing me with their eyes as I eyed the three huge bedrooms leading off the living room and the fantastic wet room beyond. As fresh drinks were handed rounded I became aware of a palpable tension, a struggle perhaps of consciousness? A power struggle? They liked me, I could tell. Their earlier bravado had subdued and they were gentlemanly, softer. Although, not in the trouser area I could tell. If they made the advance would it feel too aggressive? But I knew they wanted it badly enough to take it and I hadn’t shown any resistance so far. The outcome, I’d decided, was inevitable.
‘Usually by this time of the evening, I would have slipped out of these work clothes into something more comfortable’ – I watched their faces – ‘something or nothing’…
‘Nothing, sounds good’ said a voice somewhere near my ear.

Ready and waiting

My stomach flipped over as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my skirt. Immediately they followed suit, watching me strip to my bra and panties. I stepped forward toward Mark and kissed his mouth then I pulled Steve over and kissed him too. Pure hot lust rising through my body. Next thing I felt hands all over me, probing, stroking, slipping off my underwear. I was lifted to a kingsize bed and a pile of condoms were thrown onto the bedside table. For the next hour or so, cocks entered me, filled me, stuffed into my mouth and cunt at the same time. I was taken from every angle. I reveled in it. These strangers, this frail bond, made me feel crude and dirty. I loathed them and loved them. I came so many times I thought I was going to pass out. When every one of them was spent I had spunk everywhere. It was dribbling from my mouth, congealing on my tits and stomach and clumped in my hair.

cocks entered me

I felt thoroughly content. When my body stopped shaking I headed for a shower. I scrubbed myself clean and when my hair was squeaking, I began to relax under the hot water. I took the shower head in my hand. Aiming the strong jets at my clitoris I sprayed myself toward a knee-trembler. My grunting acted like a mating call and five naked men strolled into the bathroom, cocks getting ready again in their fat hot hands. I sneered a laugh through the glass wall dividing them from the wet area. Half a meter away, they had a ringside view. I grabbed a handful of shower gel and approached the glass. Running my hands over my body I spread the gel paying special attention to my tits and ass.

hot shower

I pressed myself up against the glass, squirming, dancing and playing with myself. They wanked appreciatively, edging me on, nearer. Bubbles formed a liquid. Cream, froth, fluff, head. Standing before them, spreading my cunt apart with one hand, I frigged myself off. Strumming on my clit as they strummed. Faster, harder. Lather, suds, spume. The men came closer to the glass, I knew I was salivating and the noises coming out of my throat were subhuman, instinctual, beast-like. The sight of their excitement tipped me over the edge. I started to come, my legs shook, my body spasmed. Letting out an orgiastic scream, I leaned against the glass, finally gasping for breath and fingering the silky fluid oozing from my cunt.

Ed, Mark, Roger, Tony and Steve walked around the steamy, soap-smeared partition to where I barely stood. Hot spunk shot over me from five directions and I couldn’t help but to stick out my tongue. Catching drops as they splattered me. Finally we all got under the shower for a last rinse off. They stroked me tenderly this time and helped soap me clean. Whatever I had thought hours ago about their ugly faces and crude ways I had enjoyed a fantastic evening. Dressed, I finished my drink and they called me a cab. I kissed them all a sweet goodnight.
Although I was dressed for the office, I felt like a whore as I crossed the large lobby toward those revolving doors and the waiting car. Ed’s last words rang in my ears as we drove away:
‘When I said this kitten’s got claws, I had no idea did I? You my girl are a fucking tiger, a frigging panther! He pressed a twenty into my hand ‘for the taxi’.

Mr Sheen

I need to expand that ‘fantasy within a fantasy’ briefly outlined in the last post –

A couple of years ago, at a Pride festival I pulled a twenty four year old Lithuanian woman. The sun was shining and everyone was dancing outside a local bar, house music pumping, cowboy hats, shades and big beaming smiles all round. I was alone although familiar with the bar and some of the party crowd. She was a brilliant dancer, had all the moves, that’s what first caught my eye. She looked happy, confident and free. She appeared to be with a large group of women. I danced near her waiting to catch her eye and flash her a winning smile. When she didn’t smile back straight away I wondered if she was with a girlfriend and continued to dance as if she wasn’t there. Next time I caught her eye she beamed and winked at me.
Skip the boring bit.
She came home with me and we spend the next day and night divided between partying Pride style and having sex.
On the Sunday night we went to bed early, she had to leave by six to catch a train home in time to get to work by nine. We pulled open the curtains so that the morning light would help us wake up and I set the alarm for an hour before she had to be away (time for sex, shower and a coffee).
When the alarm went off I leaned over to turn it off and began kissing her awake, nuzzling into her warm neck..

She stirred, moaned and turned fully on her back. Arms and legs akimbo, inviting. I licked and sucked on her tits. Her nipples woke up, big, brown rivets. Her warm flesh goose-bumped as I ran my tongue over her stomach and thighs, kissing and nibbling on the more sensitive areas. She shivered, reaching her hand into my hair as I nuzzled my nose into her crotch. Our bodies lay diagonally across the bed, the duvet had been kicked onto the floor. She lay back, writhing and, shouting (a bit over the top for my liking but her thighs were over my ears which muffled her noise somewhat). She ran her hands over her body, pinching and pulling on her own tits. I was sprawled on my stomach, my legs parted and knees bent so that my heels could kick my butt. My arms were locked around her thighs, my head buried in her juicy cunt.

I looked up to see her body, her ecstatic face. There behind her, at the window, the bloody window cleaner! He was staring open-mouthed, a sponge in one hand, the side of the ladder in the other. She hadn’t noticed him. I felt my cunt gush as I stared back at him. I smiled and bent to lick her some more, looking back at him to let him know it was ok by me. The added excitement of the voyeur made me really hot. I squirmed my titties over her spread pussy, fingering and sucking on her while she screamed and moaned. She was so far away in her own world I could freely concentrate on him. He had his cock out now, slowly wanking it while he gripped the ladder. She started to come, bucking and hollering like a banshee. I clambered onto her and sat on her face, brilliantly preventing her from catching me at what I was doing. I knelt up, only feet away from the window. Almost close enough to touch. I played with my tits, looking him straight in the eyes while I ground down on her mouth.

Suddenly his spunk hit the window and I came immediately, grunting and growling my desire. I bent down to kiss her face, her mouth, to kiss up my own juices smeared across her cheeks. I chanced a look at the window, he’d gone but where he had hastily tried to clear up himself, there was a faint smear on the window. ‘I’ll get the shower running and put some coffee on, come on chop chop or you’ll be late…. ‘

Back Garden Fun

She turned the key & with a sturdy shove, shouldered open the door. She groaned relief as she slung down her bags & kicked off her heels. Finally, her journey’s end, now she could relax. Her boss had given her the afternoon off, her annual leave started here.
Stepping through the lounge she unlocked & unslid the patio doors onto the garden. The summer’s day burst into the room & smiling about nothing in particular, she unzipped her skirt & stepped out of it.
Within a few minutes she had slipped on a skimpy bikini, poured a long cold gin and tonic, rolled a joint and spread the blanket & cushions on the sunniest patch of lawn.
She stretched out luxuriously & sighed her appreciation. Smoking the joint & sipping the gin, she fell into a dazed stupor. Her mind emptied of everything work related. These were her days off, her holiday. It was time to detach and reconnect with her other self.
The sun was scorching her back, burning through the centre of her rib cage & frying her heart. She put out the joint, glugged her gin & turned on her back. Spreading her legs wide, she let the suns rays wash over her mound, nicely camel-footing through her flimsy bikini. She took off her top, secure in the thought that the garden could not
be overlooked.
Closing her eyes, she was assaulted with visions of psychedelia as the light hit her eyelids. Red, pulsating kaleidoscopic patterns sucked her brain in. She felt she was falling. She breathed deeply and as she slowly exhaled, relaxed her shoulders and unclenched her hands and jaw.
Like something from a sci-fi movie she shot through the galaxy of stars, deeper into the universe, the clouds and showers of stars parted as she flew passed, revealing ever more configurations of shape and colour. As she lay there in a state of trance, she became aware of sounds around her. A stereo blared Bollywood style music into a distant neighbour’s garden. Birds twittered cheerily & the old lady next door appeared to have employed a gardener or handyman to do some work. Over the garden fence she could hear their conversation.
‘I thought you’d be ready for that cup of tea now.’
‘Yeah, lovely’
‘Biscuit?’
‘Yes please – thanks.’
‘How are you getting along? I must say you’ve made a lovely job of that lawn.’
‘Thanks, yeah, it’s going well, I’ll get onto the flower beds next.’
‘They are neglected, I know, but since my husband became unwell we’ve not managed to do nearly as much as it needs. It seems such a shame to let all our years of hard work simply disappear under a jungle of weeds and long grass. That’s why we decided to get someone in. At least this way we can still enjoy it. I wonder would you be interested in maintaining it? If you do a good job obviously, and if it would be business sense for you of course?’
‘You’ve got the right idea, you obviously put a lot of toil and love into this garden, it’s productive and functional as well as ornamental. You should be proud and you’re absolutely right to want to preserve it. What a crying shame that would be to let it go to waste.’
‘I’m glad you can understand my sentiment so well.’
‘Well, I’ll get on then, the sooner for you to enjoy. Thanks for the tea.’
The sun beat down and the gentle conversation had lulled her into a molten pool of flesh. Her splayed legs felt hot and sexy, her pussy purred in the heat. She bet herself that she was wet. Looking down at her bulging fanny, (for you US, ‘pussy’) she appraised the way the fabric had ridden up her crack, outlining her lush lips. Her brown belly crinkled as she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her body. She could see where her fanny was protruding beyond the confines of the teeny gusset.
Releasing one of her arms from behind her, she reached down and slipped her fingers inside the crotch and between the silky lips of her vagina. As predicted, she was wet. Dipping the tip of her finger into the mouth of her hole she collected the velvety juice, like a bee gathering nectar. She took that honey and spread it up and around her clitoris. Her body shivered with pleasure. She brought her finger up to her nostrils and took a long draft of her scent; she smeared that finger along her top lip then popped it into her hot mouth to suck on the taste.
She heard a crash from the garden next door.
‘Fuck!’
It sounded like he’d fallen over, the gardener next door, into a shrub. She heard him stumbling and struggling to get up, more snapping of branches, more curses.
She stifled a giggle. As she listened attentively to these sounds her eyes scanned the dividing garden fence. From the angle where she lay she could see vast stretches of sky and swathes of next doors garden through the numerous large gaps in the fence!
She could also see the gardener’s arse as he gradually straightened up from his fall.
Not bad, she thought. He rubbed his back and mumbled something to himself. She held her breath as she watched him. What had made him trip? Straightaway, she knew, as he turned to look over his shoulder at the spot that had caused the stir. Their eyes locked.
He had been peeping at her through the fence! Spying, leering, ogling. She immediately wondered –
had he got a hard on? Had he wanted to wank at the sight of her? As her indignance wrestled with her carnality, she felt her insides melt.
He approached the fence. His handsome features contorted into an expression best described as sheepish. As he neared, she grabbed her top, sat up and hastily covered her boobs.
‘I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I wasn’t spying on you. I need to repair the fence and I was checking the damage, seeing what needed to be done. I didn’t know you were there, until I reached this part of the fence.’
She didn’t know what to say all she could think about were his sparkly eyes, his boyish grin and that bulge in his shorts that answered one of her questions. Even the wrestle with the hydrangea hadn’t quelled this engorged stalk.
‘Ok’ she said, ‘let you off this time.’
He laughed, grateful that she wasn’t snooty.
‘Are you ok?’ she asked then, ‘you didn’t hurt yourself?’
‘No, thanks, all in one piece I think.’ He laughed again.
She wondered if he knew she could see his package.
‘Anyway, better get on.’ He turned away suddenly, embarrassed maybe. She let out her giggle then, lay back and once again closed her eyes.
The sound of a man labouring nearby filled her with lust. She numerously fantasized about workmen scenarios, the plumber coming to fix a faulty leak and ending up plugging her hole, the window cleaner getting a clear view into her bedroom, seeing her on her knees, licking her neighbour’s cunt as she sprawls back on the bed. He gets his knob out and has a precarious wank through the glass. Washing off his come at the end. As she imagined the gardener next door, she thought of him watching her and becoming aroused. She felt her innards stir.
Keeping her eyes closed, she felt down her body with her hands until they were poised at her crotch. She pushed a finger back inside where it was warm and slippery. Three fingers firmly scooped at her hole and rubbed the satin fluid into her clitoral nub. She sucked in her breath, randy for sex.
Peeping up from beneath shuttered lids; she scanned the length of the fence. Would her imagination be rewarded? There, there he was, smiling down at her from a space where the wood had rotted away, a few feet away. He was watching her face but had clearly been watching her hands. Maintaining eye contact, she smiled back as she again raised her fingers to her lips. His eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open as his hand automatically reached for his knob.
She glanced inside the house at the cool wood floor and low broad sofa. She gave a slight jerk to her head & asked him, ‘time to take a quick break?’
Nodding, he walked back to the house calling out to the old lady:
‘Just gotta pop out, get some more compost, be back soon.’
‘Oh, ok dear,’ she replied, ‘see you in a while.’
He slipped round to the house next door and made his way stealthily up the side to the garden. She wasn’t there. He looked back toward the house and in though the patio door. She was reclined on the sofa, tanned and sleek. Her breasts were bared and shiny with sweat. She beckoned him in.
He stood before her, unsure what was required. He needn’t have worried. She stood, up close and grasping his wrist brought his hand up to her breast. The rough fabric of the gardening glove grazed her exposed nipples and they hardened accordingly. He closed his fingers around the supple flesh and squeezed gently. His other hand she placed on the small of her back and pulled herself into his embrace. He clutched her to him and as her arms encompassed his neck he mauled her pert arse cheeks, pulling them apart and probing with the roughened leather mitt. A large mirror on the wall opposite afforded him a perfect view of what he was doing. He could see her anus stretched and clean looking, a neat dark inviting hole. She breathed into his neck, the air rasping in short urgent gasps. His cock, big and hard pressed against her belly as she squirmed erotically. She rubbed herself up on his thighs and tilting her hips,
ground onto his erection.
‘Take off your shorts’ she said, pulling at the fingers of his gloves. His hands, freed were sweaty and gritty, ingrained earth around the nails. She steered his palms down to her inner thighs and pushed them between her legs. His fingers slid immediately around her lips and clitoris, she was wet really wet, sopping. He groaned. He unzipped his shorts and pushed them to the ground. His boxers followed. She stared greedily at his glistening cock, as it stood proud and bouncy, poised for action, ready for the order.
‘Sit down here’ she indicated the sofa and left the room. He sat as he was told, his legs as far apart as the shorts around his ankles would allow. Immediately she returned, biting off the corner of a condom wrapper and placing it next to him on the sofa. She sat on his lap, her back to him, her feet between his legs. Bending forward, she unlaced his boots, loosening them before pulling them off. As she did so, her cunt spread over his balls and her arse nudged his penis. He sat back enjoying the treatment. When she had rid him of his socks and shorts she turned herself around to
face him.
‘Put that cock inside me’ she told him, as she straddled him, pulling open her own vagina and hovering above the tip of his beautifully proportioned dick. Grasping his cock he quickly rolled on the condom and held it perfectly positioned while she lowered her juicy, gaping hole onto him. He slipped straight in and she groaned appreciatively.
‘Now I’m going to cream all over you’ she said as she began grinding and jerking her hips, pushing herself fully down onto him, getting him deep inside her. Her body writhed and bounced wildly as she took full advantage of his arousal. She gripped the back of the sofa as she wriggled her clit against his pubic bone. He looked up at where she squirmed above him, her face glowing, her moist lips parted in a smile.
‘Suck my tits’ she told him. He grabbed her tits, squeezing and mauling the nipples, sucking fiercely on the red hard buds.
‘Oh yeah – that’s going to make me come. Oh huh – yeah.’ Pushing her tits into his face she humped and jerked erratically, her thighs spread wide, her cunt squashed open.
‘I’m going to cream all over your cock – oh-oh-yeah-here it comes- ohhh! Oohhh! Huh! Hu h h.’ Shuddering and twitching, her limbs stiffened as her hot juices gushed over his stiff knob. At that moment she was so open to him she thought she could have got his balls up there as well.
Gradually the orgasm subsided and her body relaxed. She was soft and supple now. Every muscle felt warm and malleable. Briefly she slumped against him, breathing heavily, holding his head between her breasts. He licked at the salty skin there.
To his surprise she began to squirm slowly, rousing his erection, he grasped her hips in encouragement. She slipped herself up and down his shaft, her juices awash. As she raised herself up she seemed to shift slightly so that as she came back down, her arse was ever nearer to his knob end. In the next moment he felt his cock lodge at the opening of her anus. Gently she encircled his helmet with her dilated hole, ensuring her juices had lubricated his tool. She lowered herself onto him slowly and gently, allowing her sphincter muscle to relax. He gasped as the tight hole gripped his cock, sliding in and out, slowly and gently at first. He noticed her vagina lips were still spread and her swollen clit nudged his belly. Her tits bounced perkily in his face, erect nipples grazed his features. Occasionally he nibbled at the hardened teats, making her gasp. He jerked her hips now, no longer able to hold back his building
orgasm. As he did so she ground her clitoris onto his stomach, his cock buried deep inside her arse, pumping away, pulled back and forth, in and out, up and down.
‘I’m going to come again in a minute’ she said. She threw her head back and arched her spine, pushing him tighter and deeper into her. She rode his hard-on; her arse was getting juicy. She could hear his cock slurping in and out. He was fucking her harder now. She looked at his face, he had a dirty lustful expression smeared all over it. She was starting to come:
‘Spunk up me, spunk up my arse, oh yeah, I’m coming, here – yes, yes, please, ohh!’
Watching her orgasm again was the final trigger he needed. He pulled her hips down onto him as he squirted hot cum into her hole. He pumped his hips as he ejaculated into her, grunting with pleasure. They sat very still then, nestled
together while his hard-on slowly subsided. Eventually she slipped from him and stood, hand out-stretched.
‘Come for a shower then you should be getting back to work.’
She winked and pulled him to his feet. She scrubbed him down under the hot gush of water in a perfunctory manner before handing him a clean towel and stepping into the shower herself. She let him watch her for a little while before pulling across the curtain. When she emerged he was dressed and standing by the door.
‘You’d better get back’ she smiled.
‘Yeah, bye then, em – cheers.’
She watched him leave the way he’d come and as she listened she heard the old lady.
‘Oh there you are dear, I was beginning to worry, now – cup of tea before you get stuck in?’
She strained to hear his response. His voice was soft, weary, he sounded dazed, stunned.
‘Yeah – em – yes, cheers – em, please, yeah.’ She heard him laugh softly to himself as he returned to his work and catching sight of her randy self in the mirror, she let out her own giggle and fixed herself another drink. As she sat in the garden once more, keen to catch the last of the afternoon rays, she wondered if she’d be getting her back garden maintained on a regular basis.

Away with the Fairies

Dear readers, I just want to apologise for my recent absence and to let you know academia has got the better of me at the moment. I have my head in a pile of books (instead of between some big bosoms), a pen in my mouth (instead of a penis), sparks are flying off the keyboard (instead of my clit) and my mind is completely preoccupied with Bakhtin’s dialogic imagination (instead of where my next bunk-up’s coming from)…Suffice to say, I have an assignment due and it’s taking up all my time and energy. I’m expecting to resurface mid March….sexy thoughts till then…Luego xx

Wank Girl.

Dear readers, here’s a post I wrote a couple of week’s ago and thought I had published but have just found it in my draft box….Memory Woman! So imagine it’s 2 weeks after Christmas…Enjoy!

Well the Christmas slump’s a far distant memory as work pressure is through the roof again. No opportunity for a sneaky something with him upstairs (Owen). I get home from work knackered, in need of a fix of something to divide the day. I need to close down work mode and activate my real persona. My job is emotionally draining and as part of my role I am expected to look after myself both physically and mentally. It is a drive to de-role, shake off the ‘relationships’. My first step is to disrobe, change into yoga gear. I stand in front of the full length mirror as I slip off my skirt and tights. I look at myself, bottom half bare, like a bloke undresses. As I think about this I feel a stirring, pit of my stomach first, then loins. By the time I pull my sweater over my head I know I am wet. I unclasp the bra. My tits revealed to the cold air, sit up and blink. I pinch my nipples, gently then harder, enjoying the tingle and the anticipation. Watching myself I reach down and slip my cold hands between my legs. Fingering tentatively. Brushing softly against the sensitive peach. I part my legs and bend my knees slightly allowing my vagina to stretch open a little. My stomach flutters, excited. Without touching myself I know what waits for me, a silky, oozing, soon-to-be sopping, cunt. My clit aches to be touched. I take my time with this part, my transition from mental to physical, I notice every small sensation. The thrill of cold hands glancing and teasing a breast, a hip, a thigh or a buttock. Stroking my skin and my senses awake. I break the trance-like state when I realise I am close to coming. I make myself comfortable on the bed, the room is cold and I enjoy the feeling of it on my hot work-worn body. My right hand reaches for my cunt, the left for the rabbit. My fingers slip straight inside, emerge sticky with silk. I sniff, it’s good, I smear some round my upper lip so that I can smell and taste female essence. I use the rabbit ears to bring my pouting clit to an erection. My climax ever closer. At a certain point my vagina gets a nagging painful ache to be penetrated, filled up. I lubricate the dildo with my own juices and insert it’s length, breathing a sigh of relief as my longing is satisfied. I push myself onto the dildo wedging the rabbit’s head clit-wards. Closing my thighs I grip the equipment into the well-loved familiar position that leaves my hands free. I fondle my breasts and interfere with my clit and the rabbit ears, finding the perfect combination of senses. My orgasm spasms through my body, my head jerks. I’m glad there’s no-one there to see my twisted expression, although quite often I am imagining there is a secret voyeur, watching, wanking in the shadows. As the feelings subside I climb into my yoga gear, legs still shaking. An hour of yoga and I’m ready again. This time a rapid, rough, rubbing off, through my yoga pants. If my body is awakened sufficiently, the wanks can then continue, three or four an evening and almost always one before I go to sleep….to dream and stroke my cunt awake in the morning. Ready to put on my armour for the new day.