Moment

She fluttered her eyelashes, and looked at me coyly, almost wincing but eyes twinkling with anticipation. Then she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, pouting, waiting for me to be close enough to kiss.

And then, a little cluster of bubbles oozed from her lips, and dripped down onto my cockhead. Her saliva ran down the side of my glans and collected in a little pool on her fingers, which were holding my shaft, index finger and thumb stretched around my girth, just touching each other. She bent closer, and her pout changed to an ‘O’, her tongue leading the way as she slipped me between her lips and began to suck and lick my cock.

My full length was barely in her mouth when I felt my balls pull up towards my stomach, and my hips began to shudder and twitch. As the first stream of my orgasm spread across her tongue and began to slip down her throat, she was pulling her handbag towards her, simultaneously swallowing my come, licking me clean, and fishing for her lipstick and compact to fix her appearance before we slipped back out into the party.

Nobody Expects….

…the Spanish Inquisition.

And I certainly didn’t expect events to unfold the way they did this weekend. I was genuinely confused when I headed out the door this morning, and I’m still confused this evening.

I’m not quite sure what to make of it, or even whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

I shall write a little more when my head starts to make sense of it.

Normal service will be resumed shortly.

HNT #11

Well, HNS, really, but then I never was one to conform, particularly when people tell me to do something on a certain day. I think HN pictures should be posted every day, so here’s the start of the revolution.

This by request from my favourite ex-blogger Fex.

Thank you

Just a little note to show my appreciation to my favourite HNTers this week. I’ve felt drained for the last week or two, drained of enthusiasm, libido, and even the urge to bother reading anyone else’s words, let alone writing my own.

But today I started working my way through the unread articles in my Google Reader list, and after a crop of HNTs am sufficiently turgid now that I can probably claim to have refilled what was drained.

I shall endeavour to post a belated HNT myself this weekend. Maybe a part of me that I’ve not exhibited previously. An ear, perhaps. Or a toe.

Any requests?