Tell Me

Talk to me.

Tell me about your day. Tell me what you did at work, and who you you saw there. Tell me about the guys you work with and what you like about them.

Regail me with tales of past conquests as we share a meal, soft pink steak drizzled with thick white sauce, your fingers trailing over your wine glass, provocatively trailing up and down the stem as you flirt with me, talking the whole time about the things that get you going.

I listen as your describe your love for all things male, your hunger for thick flesh as you devour the same from your plate. Your painted nails flutter across the lapels of your silk top, brushing the collar and trailing down past one, two, three undone buttons, hovering in the dark vale of your delicious cleavage, subconsciously easing it apart and leaning forward so I can see the lace trim of your lingerie.

Keep talking, as you drag your knee-high leather boots up my calf, between my knees, resting the heel on my chair and gently applying pressure to the bulge in my trousers. I sip my drink, and you lick your lips, chattering about the sorts of physiques you enjoy most, and the positions you enjoy them in.

Tell me how you like to be fucked, two even three men at once, like courses with meat for main, and cream on your pudding. Your soft American drawl lingering on the filthy words as they slip between your lips.

Describe how you love cock, every which way, your desire for hard thick flesh like an addiction that’s never sated. Your lips glisten as you speak, tongue flicking across the pink flesh, moistening and softening your words as they drip from your mouth.

Tell me how you’re still hungry, as we settle the bill and stand, my trousers visibly taut and your eyes visibly widening. Whisper what you want to do to me, as I stand behind you and slip your coat over your shoulders, brushing the points of your nipples which tell their own story of how aroused you are.

Turn to face me, and as I fasten your coat for you, temporarily concealing your delicious body behind thirteen buttons, tell me how I’m going to get lucky.
Tell me, as we walk back to the hotel, how you want my cock in every hole, to be taken in every position, to be stripped, used, soiled, undone, fucked.

Tell me.

Firsts

So, as I always say every time I do a meme (hee hee), I don’t do memes. But this one’s been going around and seems to be a good opportunity to share some bits from my past.

Since nobody ever tags me (and yes, that is my bottom lip sticking out, despite the fact that if they did tag I’d probably ignore it intentionally – I like being a dog-in-the-manger) and specifically nobody tagged me for this one, I’m going to be all rebelious and not bother with rules and stuff. However, since I fancy her rotten, and more importantly I cut and paste the questions from her instance of the meme, I’ll link to Ms. Inconspicuous so anyone wanting to take part in the meme too can do it properly. Yes, that’s right, I’m not tagging anyone either. I can be just as petulatant as anyone else, eh Ms I?

Anyway, I digress. So what were the questions again? Oh, yes….

1. First French kiss?
I think this was when I was about 8 or 9, with two girls. They were best friends, and I fancied them rotten. We used to play kiss-chase a lot at my school, and I was always getting caught. And we kissed, which included “tongues and everything” (so just tongues then).

Interesting that I was always able to escape bullies though, despite being such a slow runner when girls were involved.

I can still remember the name of the first girl I kissed without tongues, in her bedroom (we were about 6). I never found her again, despite googling. I suspect she is still very pretty.

Just for fun, I’ll also mention my first proper French kiss with a guy. It was about 5 years ago, and we had a proper snog. I was drunk, had been out for many hours, and had tried coke (on the gums, not snorted) for the first and only time. The only thing I can really remember was that he seemed surprisingly turned on, and how rough his stubble felt. I enjoyed it, and don’t regret it, but have would not bother kissing any other men as it did nothing for me.

2. First girlfriend?

Hmm. This one got me thinking about her last night. She was on my college course (so I’d have been about 18). She was fun, pretty and geeky, and wore the shortest skirts of any woman I’ve ever known. I found her incredibly hot sexy, and we went out for several weeks, if I remember correctly.

I would have lost my virginity to her, but I wasn’t able to sustain my erection due to complications with my first time putting on a condom (in hindsight I actually think it was because I was too thick for a standard-sized Durex). It was a horrible anti-climax and things were never the same after that, so we fizzled out. I often regret it, because she was lovely – and very sexy. I know that because a few months later she got together with a guy I shared a flat with and I had to listen to them perform loud and athletic sex every day and night for the next few months.

I have tried to find her on Facebook etc several times but never managed it, which is unusual given that our course (and subsequent vocations) were IT-based.

3. First type.

Not sure about this. I was a late-starter (see 2) so probably just any pretty girl. I always had a soft-spot for blonds (yeah, predicatable) and have always liked strong-minded independent girls. Odd, really, given where I ended up.

4. First time you had sex.

Feb 1989. I was 18, nearly 19. I got together with a girl who was seeing somebody else at the time; she liked him a lot but found me attractive, and suggested we had a physical relationship in secret. It wasn’t very secret, but was very physical. I had the hots for her, so was happy to see her even if we weren’t ‘going out’, and it was an ideal relationship in many ways – we’d go out separately, get drunk with our separate mates, and then meet up surrepticiously at the end of the night and fuck ourselves silly.

She taught me a lot of what I know, and taught me to be completely uninhibited with my body and what I did with it. For example, she showed me just how good and hot sex could be during menstruation – even cunnilingus. Nothing was off-limits, we re-enacted Madonna’s wax scene, did the Kim Basinger food thing, and read Penthouse together (which really turned her on).

I don’t remember that much about my first time, despite consciously trying to do so. I do remember we did at least 3 positions which she was impressed at, and we spent most of the next day in bed refining my technique.

Eventually, after a few months, she dumped the other guy, claiming she’d fallen in love with me; but by then my affections had waned, and we split up not long after.

5. First celebrity crush.

When I was about 13. Can’t say who it is as it’s a well-known fact that would easily identify me, but it was an 80s pop star.

6. First sexual fantasy.

I think, being a late starter, it was probably “all of them” or “anything”. I used to have a thing about fucking a bride (which I still haven’t fulfilled), and always had the hots for girls in bikinis.

7. First person you fell in love with.

The girl I went out with after number 4 above. She was hot, nubile, fit, funny, pretty, clever and extremely horny. I was devastated when she ended it with me, and it took me 3 years to recover properly. I met her again, in secret, about 5 years ago after she contacted me through my college alumni. It turned out she’d tracked me through the electoral register (part of her job) for 8 years before that. We nearly got a hotel room but she backed off the day before, but we met, talked, kissed a lot and still regularly exchange sexy emails and the odd picture. I’ll always have a soft spot for her, because of certain things we went through together. If I had got in contact with her earlier or hadn’t met and fallen in love with my now wife, I would have tried to win her back. What’s most annoying is that when we met up again, she said she wished she never ended it.

8. First proper sex toy.

Never had one or used on, proper or otherwise. Well, unless you count my right hand. But I certainly intend to try one (or more) at the first opportunity.

9. First porn video.

I don’t remember the first. I’ve watched a lot of porn though. My favourite, without question, is Secret Paris by Andrew Blake. All of his stuff is just amazing. I suggest you go find some and watch it.

10. First sexy lingerie item/sexy briefs owned.

Do men have sexy lingerie? I certainly haven’t ever had any, unless you count a pair of silk boxer shorts. I prefer to be naked, really, and concentrate on the underwear that the lady is wearing….

11. First time giving oral.

That would be number 4, and probably only a few weeks before I had sex for the first time. I have said this a few times, but I absolutely love going down on a woman, probably as much as (possibly more than) penetrative sex itself. There is something truly wonderful about being between a woman’s thighs as she writhes and shudders to every movement of your tongue. I can remember after 2-3 weeks of long nightly sessions of cunnilingus, the frenulum underneath my tongue (my lingal frenulum) had a tear in it 1-2mm deep, from where I’d spent so long with my tongue fully extended and flicking over my bottom teeth. Painful, but worth it.

12. First time getting oral.

Same girl as number 4 (again – many of my firsts were with her). I had a very large bar of Cadburys Dairy Milk and some candles lit, so she decided to drip melted chocolate onto my cock and balls, and then lick and suck it off. It was a very good introduction to something that I feel I haven’t experienced enough of in my life.

13. First orgasm given by someone else.

I can’t actually remember whether this was with the girl in number 2 or number 4. I have a feeling that after our first disasterous attempt at sex, No. 2 might have give me some hand-relief – but the memories are blurred (it was 18 years or so ago….).

14. First one night stand.

This should be ‘only’ one night stand, as I’ve had just the one. It was when I was at Uni, sharing a flat with four other lads, 3 of whom were away for the weekend. The two of us that remained decided to get absolutely shitfaced, so we shared half a litre of vodka and then went to the pub and drank a double-digit number of pints of strong ale (plus a few other drinks). We bumped into some girls we knew, and in our drunken state ended up going home with two of them. I don’t remember much about it or my partner, other than her being definite ‘beer goggle’ material and the sex being very good. I do remember we fell off the bed a couple of times during it (she was blind drunk too). I did manage to perform though, so that’s something.

I can still remember the next morning sitting in the kitchen, looking at my flatmate with horror at what we’d done (he had a long-time girlfriend at the time, upon whom he doted) but sniggering at the comedy of it. All four of us decided that it was a best left as a one-off alcohol-induced mishap and, discretion being the better part of valour, that we’d all pretend it hadn’t happened and deny any rumours should they arise.

15. First dirty book/dirty mag read.

Gosh, don’t remember specifically, but I know I was looking through the odd discarded Hustler magazine etc from a reasonably early age (maybe 10?). I love porn – the whole idea of it is fantastic – so I’ve been an avid reader/viewer ever since. I amassed a good collection of Penthouse mags in my teens, and spent many a happy hour ensconced in my bedroom wanking myself silly. Good times!

There were a few erotic stories in them which I read, but I didn’t really hit across proper erotic words until about a year before starting this blog. I’d overdone it on visual porn and the novelty had started to wear off, and I came across (literally) some well-authored stories on some of the erotic literature sites. That got me started and enthused me to put my own fantasies and thoughts down in words. This isn’t the first time I’ve written erotically though – for a few years (before blogs existed) I kept a diary which included many long and detailed accounts of the sex I had with the girl in number 7. I still have a copy of it somewhere, encrypted – if I can find it and remember the password I’ll post a couple of the entries (with names changed to protect the innocent) to see if my style has altered or improved in the last 15 years….

Can I just say….

…that if my company wants me to be productive, the dress code should ban the girls in my department from wearing outfits consisting of plaid mini-skirts, pink cashmere tight-fitting tops, black pop-socks with 3″ heeled shoes, black plastic-rimmed spectacles and hair tied back in bunches.

After seeing said girl, I just had to nip off for some ‘me time’, and it’s totally broken my concentration.

Late For Work … Again

I stepped off the train.

It was early, still dark, and the other commuters scurried towards the ticket barriers, heads bowed and coats drawn up tight under their chins to keep out he cold. On the station concourse they fanned out and strode off in different directions, each one a different day ahead. I was no different.

I took my normal route, not noticing the cold damp air against my face, fingers thrust down into the warm depths of my pockets. I walked quickly, almost jogging, passing other dark figures in the dim orange glow of the streetlights. After a few minutes, I diverted from my regular course and took a dizzying array of left and right turns down back-streets and side alleys, before coming to a halt outside a non-descript and slightly industrial-looking block of flats.

I tapped the code number into the keypad, the lock buzzed, and I pushed the door open and stepped into the foyer. As I stood in front of the elevator, watching the numbers decrement, my breath was quick and the beat of my hard pulsating cock screamed at me from my trousers. The doors slid apart, and I stepped inside, unbuttoning my coat at the same time.

It was only a couple of seconds before I stepped out into the corridor, and found myself standing outside the apartment door. I knocked twice, gently, and waited, idly running my fingertip along the hard profile in the fabric of my trousers.

I heard the padding of feed down the corridoor and then the lock clunked and the door opened a fraction. Her eye looked me up and down, and then she swung the door back to reveal hersef.

She was young, early twenties, a good bit shorter than me, and of Asian descent. She wore a white over-sized tee as a nightshirt, but I could make out the dark lines of her underwear through the cotton, even in the dim light. Her full lips slightly apart and her dark eyes wide open, she beckoned me in through the door. “You woke me up!”, she exclaimed, playing the game already. The lie was obvious, from her well-crafted make-up and soft shining black hair carefully pinned up on her head.

I pushed past her, kicking the door closed behind me and shrugged my coat off onto the floor. “And…?”, I responded, not really looking for an answer. I looked her up and down, admiring her slender legs, bare feet and the way her full chest caused her shirt to hang away from her body.

“Take it off.”

Her eyes fell and she paused, before reaching down and taking the hem of the tee in both hands. She lifted it over her head in one smooth movement, and flung it down the hall. Her bra and knickers were mismatched – the latter a frilly pale blue push-up which lifted her breasts and pushed them together, wonderbra-style, her nipples just visible through the powder pink lace trim. Tight sheer girl-boxers covered her hips and dripped low at her navel, the dark fuzz and soft swell of her mound emphasised by the taut material. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her.

“I’m waiting.”

At the words hissed through my teeth, she stepped forward and dropped to her knees pushing me back against the wall with both hands. She shuffled forwards on her knees until she was right before me, knees together as if she were praying, and she drew the zip of my suit trousers down slowly, slipping my belt through the buckle at the same time. Her fingers flipped open the button and pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down over my hips, dropping them to the floor. My cock sprung free and she took it in her grasp, cupping my balls with her other hand. She kissed the tip gently, her soft warm lips spreading the precome across the surface, her tongue slipping between her lips and brushing my red glans. She began to make slow circles with her tongue, drawing my foreskin back, licking each new area as it was revealed, until my whole cockhead was exposed, scarlet and glistening in front of her face.

I leant back against the wall, looking down at her while she worked on me. She didn’t look up, he concentration wholly on my groin, eyes fixed on my erection as she began to slide it in and out of her hungry mouth. From my high vantage point I could see down into her cleavage, her firm full breasts gently rising and falling as she breathed in and out. She worked over my length with her tongue and lips, flicking the tip against my frenulum and running it around the base of my glans, while she stroked my shaft with her hand. Waves ran through my body as she fellated me, my early morning erection thick and rock-hard in her mouth.

I kicked off my shoes and pushed my foot between her knees, edging her thighs apart, pushing her legs as she knealt before me. She spread them wide open and I began to rub my foot and toes between her thighs, lifting it and pushing against the moist warm gusset of her tight little boy-shorts, enticing her hips to begin rolling and twisting. Her head movements began to quicken, her black shining hair bobbing in front of me, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her throat each time. As my toe caressed her pussy through her panties, she began to moan and sigh, slurping as she struggled to breathe with a mouthful of cock.

“Oh yes”, I encouraged in a low breath, fighting for breath myself “take it all in, keep sucking my cock… my hungry girl”.

My words urged her on and she quickened, her lips sliding back and forth across my thick shaft, leaving a trail of bubbles that oozed down around the base and dripped off my scrotum and onto the floor. I could feel my stomach begin to spasm, and my thighs weaken, and she sensed it too, her fingertips on my balls caressing me and feeling them turn over and tighten in my sack.

“Oh …. yeesssss” I moaned, grabbing a fistful of her pinned hair and working her mouth harder onto my cock, “oh, fuck yesss”. She was breathing hard through her nose now, mouth totally filled with my hard hot flesh, tongue flicking over my thick shaft, moaning as she worked her pussy over my foot. Her hips bucked and rolled, and as the first stream of thick, sticky come exploded into her mouth a tremor rocked through her hips. She squealed quietly inside her closed lips, humming and aaahing as I my spurts filled her mouth with more and more of my spunk, strings of it hitting the roof of her mouth and filling her cheeks.

She rolled her tongue over my cockhead, sucking and milking my seed from me, squeezing every last drop onto her tongue and rolling it around her mouth, playing and licking it clean before slipping my still throbbing shaft from between her lips and looking up at me. Wide-eyed and eager, her hips still wriggling as she frigged herself on my foot, she looked up at me and opened her mouth. Her eyes sparkled as she showed me her work, rolling my sticky white mess around on her tongue, oozing it between her lips in a mock kiss and then sucking it back in, relishing its warmth and thickness before finally swallowing it down a little at a time. I could see it slipping away down her throat, and she smacked her lips in with a wide grin. “Mmmmm. Yummmy”, she said, “I like eating you for breakfast!”

I reached down under her arms and pulled her up to me, kissing her hard and deep, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She tasted sweet, tasted of her, but also tasted of me too – I could smell my own musky scent on her lips and in her mouth.

“We need to wash – we should get to work”, I sighed, breaking the kiss.

“Oh, yes please!”, she laughed, unbuttoning my shirt with one hand while the other stroked my softening erection, slowly bringing it back to life.

We walked to the bathroom, her leading me by the cock in her hand, me admiring the full sway of her arse as she swung her hips provocatively. She twisted the dial and stepped into the shower, still wearing her underwear, and pulled me in with her.

The hot water splashed off her olive skin, and ran in rivulets down over her shoulders and chest, and steam began to cloud up the glass screen. I fell on her, pulling the cups of her bra down to expose her full breasts and swollen nipples, devouring them as the water ran over my face. This time it was she who leant back against the wall, catching her breath as her skin hit the cold tiles. I sucked and bit her hard brown nipples, flicking them with my tongue and nibbling them as she writhed, her now-soaked bra off her shoulders and around her waist.

I flipped her around so she faced away from me, pushing her hands high up the wall, and pressed myself against her, my cock pushed flat between her soft cheeks. The water splashed off her and made her slippery; my arms snaked around her and my fingers trailed down across her belly, and with my palm flat on her navel I slipped my fingers into her sodden knickers, and down over her pussy. Her mound was soft and full, a narrow strip of fuzzy hair leading my fingertips deep between her legs. As my finger slipped up into her warm wet slit, I heard her exhale, and felt her hips push down, urgng me deeper.

I squeezed and kneaded her breast as I fingered her, rolling her hard nipple between my finger and thumb as I slipped my other hand up into her eager cunt, and she pushed her bottom against me, rubbing herself against my cock and rocking her hips. Her soft fat labia slipped over my fingertips as circled her clit with my tip, slowly working her up into a frenzy.

“Cock…” she gasped, the water running down her face and stomach, “…. fuck me… now!”, as she lowered her head and pushed her arse back further, bending over.

I grabbed the waistband of her tight shorts and roughly pulled them down over her hips, leaving them halfway down her thighs. I pushed her feet apart and reached between her legs, smearing her slick juices across her pussy, and then pushed my cockhead up against her engorged lips, pausing briefly as her flesh touched my tip. She wasn’t going to wait, though, and pushed herself back onto me, engulfing me in her soft warm hole. I pushed my hips forward to meet her and slid my cock deep into her cunt

Holding her hips with both hands, I begun to swing my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her as the water trickled off her back and onto my navel. She bowed her head, looking down between her tits which swayed forward and back with each of my thrusts. Supporting herself with one hand above her head, her other dropped to her pussy, and as I stroked my cock in and out of her tight little cunt she began to finger herself, rubbing and pushing her clit. The water streamed off her back and ran down my thighs, tickling my balls and splashing as they slapped against her.

I slid a hand around her waist and over her hand, our fingers intertwined as I drove my cock harder and harder into her. I clamped my teeth down on her shoulder, biting the soft flesh and causing her to cry out. “Oh fuuck!!” she yelped, as the cocktail of pleasure and pain surged through her. She gritted her teeth and pushed herself harder onto my shaft, as both our fingertips worked her clit and lips, her fingers either side of my length as it thrust into her cunt. “Ohgodohgod-oh-god-ogod” she muttered between her gasps of breath.

I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her as I drove up into her, forcing her onto her tiptoes, manipulating her as I fucked her, the water splashing off us both as she began to shake and tremble. As her climax hit her, I lowered her down again, driving into her up to the hilt and feeling my tip brush her cervix as her muscles clenched my length. She threw her head back onto my shoulders and arched her back, my hands grasping for her breasts and squeezing them roughly, twisting her nipples as she shuddered and writhed in my arms. She couldn’t speak, the water on her face causing her to splutter and gasp, but she was unable to move as her orgasm rippled through her. As her cunt spasmed around my cock, the sensation was too much and I let go, my hot seed surging into her and then running back out along my cock, and down her thighs as my strokes in and out of her pussy began to lose pace. She dropped forward, bending over letting me stroke back and forth a few times more, before she stumbled forward and twisted around to face me, leaning against the cool tiles, legs apart and sodden panties around her knees.

“FUCK!”, she exclaimed, idly reaching down between her legs, running her finger across her creamy lips, then taking it up to her mouth and sucking my come and her juices from her fingertip as if it were a lollipop. I watched her, smiling as the water splashed off my head and ran down my back. “That was so fucking good. I fucking love showers with you, and I love eating your come!”, she giggled. I nodded, still getting my breath back, unable to speak.

As she kicked off her knickers onto the shower tray, and reached around behind her to unclasp her sodden bra, she hummed happily to herself, almost oblivious to me. I began to rub soap over my chest, working it into a thick lather. She began to shampoo her hair, her ample tits jiggling wonderfully as she worked the soap into her roots. “I guess I won’t need eggs for breakfast, with all that protein in your spunk!”, she mused, giggling again as the foam dripped off her still-hard nipples.

Later, as we gathered up my clothes and threw the wet towels into the linen basket, I watched her button her the pale blue shirt just over halfway up, leaving the top three buttons open. She adjusted her pencil skirt and sat down on the bed to tie the laces on her patent heeled shoes. As she did so, she glanced at the clock with a look of mock horror.

“Eight fifteen! I’m going to be so fucking late!!”

I nodded, watching her finish dressing. “Me too…”.

I moved towards her, and with a hand on each knee slipped her skirt up to her waist, revealing her lacy hold-up tops, and pushing her knees apart. She grinned widely and began to giggle again, as I spread her legs to expose her knickerless pussy.

“Well, I suppose if we’re going to get in trouble, we may as well make it worth our while”, I smiled, sliding my zip down with one hand, and pushing her back onto the bed….

Hiatus

I would like to apologise for the recent lack of service.

This has been due to adverse weather conditions and signalling problems in the amygdala and hypothalamus area.

I have also been involved in some very hot double-ended action recently* which has meant I’ve been distracted from the more important pass-times of gratuitous self-abuse and writing filth. It’s gone from the sublime to the ridiculous – I didn’t even browse through this week’s selection of my favourite girl-bloggers’ HNTs until yesterday! Definitely slacking.

Things are starting to calm down a little now, though, and after lying in bed for 2 hours this morning, stiff as a board and polishing the details of a particularly intriguing fantasy, I think my hormones are coming back up to a full and sex-obsessed level again.

Normal service will be resumed shortly.

* Burning the candle at both ends. Obviously. What did you think I meant?