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….

Archives

I have found some old drafts and copies of a few of the posts that I deleted from the original blog.

It seems a shame to waste them, so I shall repost a selection of what I think are the better one over the next few days. I hope this is not considered ‘cheating’, and I will be writing more new bits too (there’s plenty in this head of mine which needs airing).

For those of you who never saw them first time around, I hope you enjoy them.

Hotel

I stand outside the hotel room, and softly knock on the door. Immediately, your soft northern tones waft through to me “Who is it?”

“It’s me”, I reply.

“Come in, it’s open”, comes the response, as the catch of the door clicks. As it swings slightly open, I push through, but you’re already walking away towards the far side of the room. You stand in front of the window, silent, and as I approach, casting off my shirt, I sense a surge of excitement. I draw close behind you, and embrace you, pulling you to me by your hips. You lean your head back into my shoulder, and I’m smothered with the scent and feeling of your auburn mane of hair, crowding my senses, intoxicating me.

My hands run up from your hips, brushing your chest and gently running up your décolletage, as you lean your head back and we kiss, tongues wrapping and lips shivering with the moist warmth of each other. My hands run back down to your hips, and tug at the bottom of your cotton blouse, pulling it free from the restraint of your slim waist-band. Slowly, one-by-one, I undo the buttons, working from the bottom up, as we continue to kiss. My wrists touch your nipples as I finally free the last button, and your top drops open, revealing the scarlet half-cup bra beneath, with the soft mounds of your breasts rising and falling within it. Trying to restrain myself from pulling too quickly, I drop the flimsy top from your shoulders, and it falls to the floor – momentarily pausing as it catches the bulge in my trousers before tumbling to the carpet in a heap.

Your hands are running up and down my thighs, tracing the muscles up to my hips and slipping down between my legs, brushing the firmness between them. Mine are caressing your newly-exposed skin, running over your silky cream stomach and navel, up across the bumps of your ribs, then over the satin textured fabric of the bra, squeezing gently, and then following up to the line of your collar-bones, drawing a finger along them and out to your shoulders. The fingers hook under the straps of the bra, and flicks them softly off your shoulders, helped by you dropping your arms to free yourself of the restraints of the tight fabric. As the straps droop down, I’m already pushing my fingers into the cups of the bra, replacing it with my hands, cupping the soft mounds of your chests, and feeling your hard, deep dark pink, bullet-like nipples straining and pushing against the palms of my hands. I squeeze and knead your breasts, your heart beating through them, your hips responding by pushing back towards my hardness, which strains as it’s pushed into your back and against your firm bottom. I lean back and unclip the fastening of the bra, and it drops away instantly, leaving your chests bare and pert, covered only by my hands. I stroke and tweak your nipples, so that even the areolas begin to stiffen as I rub them.

I’m kissing your shoulders and neck, burying my face in your hair and nibbling at your nape. My hands are all over you, frantically charging across your satin skin, feeling, touching, caressing your naked upper body. They find their way down to your waist, and run along the band around the top of your skirt, slipping down onto your mons, and tugging at the material covering it. Your hands join mine, and you hitch your skirt up, pulling it over your thighs and revealing your tight cotton shorty hipster knickers beneath. My hands slip across your hips and down your thighs, returning back up between your legs, brushing the soft fabric of your flimsy pants, feeling the softness of your hair beneath the silky material. Frustrated by the rucked material, I quickly unbutton the skirt, pull down the zip, and drop it to the floor; you step out of it and kick it aside. You step backwards again, pushing your newly-liberated barely covered bottom back against my straining cock, as my hands run down over your knickers. My finger traces down across the satin, feeling your soft swollen lips pushing against the material, your secretions seeping through it making my fingers damp and slippery.

As you reach up to my neck, kissing me again, the invitation of your chest is too much to resist – with your arms above your head I cup your breasts again, and then slip my hands down across your stomach, into your knickers, sandwiched between the smooth fabric and your soft hair, the tension of the tight shorts forcing my palm flat against your soft mound. I slide it further down, my finger slipping over your clitoris, stopping momentarily to increase the pressure as you flinch, then it’s between your lips, the full flow of your juices running onto my palm. You move your feet apart, easing the entry of my fingers as I slip them up inside you, feeling your lips envelop my fingers and your muscles tighten around them. My palm massages your clitoris as my fingers work further inside you, and your hips push outwards to force me deeper into you. First two digits, then three, willingly taken up into you, thrusting and slipping in and out as my other hand caresses your nipples and chest. Faster and faster, you shudder as my 3-finger penis fucks you harder and deeper. Your body ripples with ecstasy, you shudder as you come and your juice runs out over my hand, covering it with sticky nectar that I lap up from my hand, eagerly licking at your innermost taste.

You turn to face me, standing back at first to allow me to admire your almost-naked body, then moving forward to me, pushing your lips hard against mine and forcing your chest against mine, nipples pressing into me. Your groin thrusts against my hard straining erection, teasing, with just a thin layer of material separating them. I feel your soft mound against my hardness, and shiver, wanting to be inside you now. But you gently shove me backwards, dropping to your knees, running your hands down my chest, and then pulling me forwards to you by my belt, flipping it undone, and sliding it through the loops of my trousers, before casting it aside. My cock is pulsating, waiting for your hands as they flip the buttons on my jeans one by one, finally pulling them and my boxers down quickly. My red, thick hot erection throbs as you take it in your cool soft hands, gripping it tightly, massaging it, pulling back the taught foreskin to expose my swollen glans, already oozing with a drip of lubrication. One hand tightly gripping the base, moving backwards and forwards along the length of my shaft, your other hand rubs the tip, smoothing the thin slippery liquid into the smooth tight skin.

As you open your mouth, I feel your warm breath over my groin, tickling the hairs on my balls, increasing my anticipation. Finally, you lean forward and take my whole in your mouth, closing your moist lips over my hardness, and flicking your tongue along its length. Your eyes close as you savour the feeling, and the faint taste of my manhood oozes across your taste buds, mixing with the juices in your mouth, forming our own cocktail. My swollen cock is hot across your tongue as your head bobs back and forth, your full red lips slipping up and down its length, saliva oozing from them and making it slip right to the back of your throat with ease. Your tongue works along the shaft, wriggling and tickling as you draw me towards you and then away, your hands squeezing and caressing my balls, and emphasising the work of your lips and tongue by drawing my foreskin tight. As you speed up, the head of my cock begins to shudder, and a tiny dribble of spunk begins to seep into your mouth, which you enthusiastically lick up and suck down. Your eyes flick up to mine, meeting for a second, and a smile spreads across your cock-filled lips as you see me struggling to remain standing upright. Harder and faster you work, taking me deeper into your mouth, making me fuck your lips more and more forcefully. My hands move to your shoulders, and then your head, taking a handful of hair and pushing my penis further and deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke as I’m overcome by my desire for you to suck it.

Your tongue is rushing around my glans now, flicking at the base, your lips sucking and caressing my throbbing cock. Small tremors work their way from the pit of my stomach, to my balls, and the base of my erection. Sensing them, I tighten my grip on your hair to restrain you from pulling away, but you’ve already sensed the shivers and are moving closer towards me, taking more of my length deeper into your mouth. Eventually I succumb – and as my body ripples, I burst between your lips, my spunk exploding across your tongue, filling your mouth; the hot salty taste runs deep into your throat, and you quickly swallow it down, savouring the sensation as you run your tongue around my pulsating cock, licking and slurping, pulling my shaft in and out of your mouth, your lips trailing my spunk along the hard length, as your hands caress my balls, fondling them and rubbing the stickiness into my hair. You momentarily pull away from me, a long silvery thread of spermy saliva trailing from the tip of my still hard manhood, dangling from your lips, threatening to break and drip to the floor until you swiftly move forward again, taking my length into your mouth again, gathering the oozing fluid across your tongue and swallowing it. You lick my red throbbing shaft clean, and flick the last remnants of my load from the tip of my cock before I pull back from you, lifting you up under your shoulders, and pull you to me, kissing you hard and deep, tasting myself in your mouth, running my tongue across yours like a second cock between your lips.

I swing you around and lay you back onto the bed, gazing at the gorgeous creature spread out in front of me, tall, slim, creamy white, silky smooth with a crown of fiery red hair surrounding your beautiful features. Your long slender legs stretch out towards me, and I lean down over you kissing your neck, chest, licking and flicking your nipples with my lips, running it down across your breasts leaving a silvery trail and sensing the tiny shivers as I flick your skin with my tongue. I move down over your stomach, across your navel, and then I’m kissing your hips and the tops of your thighs, and I can feel the mound of your soft flesh pushing through the delicate material of your tight knickers, the heady scent of your juices filling my nostrils. I gently begin to rub and caress you between your legs, sensing the rhythmic movement of you arching your back towards the pressure of my hand, urging me to you. My finger traces the edge of your underwear, following around your leg until it’s between your thighs and running across your wet satin-covered lips, briefly pushing the tip of my digit between them. Finally I hook my fingers over the waistband of your shorts and pull them down; you lift your hips to rid yourself of them, and I slide them over your thighs and knees before tossing them onto the floor. I pause to take in the gorgeous fuzz of blonde fluffiness between your legs, the pink engorged labias peeping through the tangle of fine golden downy hair, shimmering with moisture, causing to lick my lips with anticipation.

You open your legs wide apart to reveal your glistening cunt, an invitation which urges me closer, and I push my face between your thighs, thrusting my mouth into your hair, and running my tongue down from your mons onto your clitoris, feeling the tremors across your body as I flick and lick frantically. Your taste is sweet and your scent intoxicating, and I gladly lap up your juices, pushing my tongue between your lips, feeling their soft engorged warmth against my lips and cheeks. Your legs are fully spread now, and my hands are touching your pinkness, pulling your lips apart with my fingers as my tongue works around them, tickling and probing, feeling your entire body shudder; I look up across your navel and see you lying, head back, eyes closed, breasts rippling and back arched as I push harder and deeper inside you. My finger pushes between your lips, and slips deep into you, your muscles squeezing and straining against it. Slowly at first, I’m sliding it in an out of you, licking your clit and massaging your lips all at the same time. As your juices flow faster I push a second finger into you, then a third until you’re full with me, feeling my hand fuck you and my tongue lick you, faster and faster, you writhe and shudder as I wriggle my fingers, causing fresh tremors to run across your body. You curl your legs around my neck, pushing my face further into your hot, wet cunt. As I sit upwards, your hips are right off the bed now, lifted up with your legs wrapped around my neck, urging me deeper into you, my fingers, lips and tongue all working together on the hot pink flesh as you writhe and shudder in ecstasy. I feel my engorged erection swelling and straining, re-invigorated by the feelings of your pink parts against my mouth. At last, as my tongue pushes into your hood and flicks back and forth across the tip of your clitoris, the feelings reach a crescendo and you call out, bursting with a huge wave of pleasure running across your whole body. As your orgasm comes, your legs tighten around my neck, forcing my face deeper into your cunt and sending your juices running out into my mouth, your hips shuddering and swinging. Your hips drop back to the bed, and I look up to see the smile on your face as you pull me towards you, kissing me, tasting yourself on my lips and tongue, sharing the cocktail of your sweet juices, and then pushing me over onto my back. You squeeze and stroke the length of my hardness, before swinging your leg over me.

Now you’re astride me, legs apart but gripping my waist, rolling your pelvis back and forth, side to side like a belly-dancer, charming my trouser snake with your sexy dance, small droplets of moisture dripping from the fine golden curls of hair between your legs onto my stomach and legs as you move forward and back, brushing my swollen cock with your wet engorged lips. You lean forward, and I reach up to your breasts, cupping and stroking them, squeezing and tweaking your nipples, running my hands down your sides to your waist, pulling you towards me to kiss you and squeeze your firm bottom. As you rub your sex against me, I’m left slippery and wet, my erection bobbing up and down as the blood surges into it with each heartbeat, desperate to be inside you. You sway and wriggle, teasing both of us as we wait to be connected, the heat from your thighs the only contact.

Eventually, resisting no longer, you take the base of my penis in your hand, pull back the foreskin hard and tight, and like a dildo you run its tip along the length of your lips, spreading your juice across the shiny red head, and then at last sliding yourself down over my cock, your hot wet cunt taking my full length deep inside you, engulfing me within your warm pink folds, your labia tight around my shaft as you lower yourself down onto me. You undulate, raising yourself from me, and then dropping down again, forcing me further inside you each time, your muscles grip around the hardness, squeezing and caressing me as I slide in and out of you. As you push further down onto me, your soft bottom pushes down on my balls, and you lean forward, changing the movement from a vertical to horizontal, sliding across my body with our stomachs pressed together, your breasts rubbing against my chest as my fat erection slides in and out of you faster and faster. I’m kissing your neck, and stroking your nipples as I feel my cock slide deep into you, the tip pushing against the extreme depths inside, you’re urging me further, wanting more of me in you, greedy to swallow my full length and more into your inner sanctum. I lift my hips, pushing further, closer, deeper, lifting you off the bed, and at last filling you completely.

Your back arches upwards as you savour the feeling of your cunt full of my cock, and as you lean back I’m sitting up with you too. Your supple legs swing round and wrap around my back, you’re now sitting on my lap, facing me, chest-to-chest, groin-to-groin, kissing and fucking, embracing each other as I lift you up and down, sliding my cock almost totally out of you, but then straight back in, deep and fast, rushing to be within you again. As your muscles and lips slide over the swollen veins on my shaft, you shiver, squeezing my cock with ripples of pleasure. Then I’m standing, lifting you up with your arms around my shoulders, cock still deep inside you and with your legs wrapped around my back. I step towards the table, and set you down laying you back on the cool polished wood, your head rolls back, and your arms flop above your head, and I take you there, moving my hips faster backwards and forwards, forcing my cock deeper into you as your spread legs wrap around my waist and strain against my back, pulling me tighter towards you. My hands are all over you, on your breasts, stomach, waist, frantically caressing your whole body as I thrust deeper and faster into your hot dripping cunt.

The small ripples inside you become tremors, and clenches, and then shudders, and you grip my cock tighter and tighter as I thrust in and out of you; finally our senses overwhelmed, we climax, my thick hot spunk filling you up and running down the side of my shaft, dripping out between your lips into a hot puddle on the table. Your convulsing muscles squeeze and hold my cock, urging it to stay, squeezing my sticky mess out over its base. Spunk mixed with your juices drips off my shaft and onto the floor as I massage your chest and stomach, savouring the satisfaction of the stillness, with small ripples of pleasure running through both our bodies. I lean forward and kiss you, hot lips and probing tongues joining together to mouth-fuck as an epilogue, embracing each other tightly and feeling our drained, sweaty bodies slipping against each other. Still inside you, and still firm, I feel your muscles start to relax around my cock, and gradually slide out of you, exhausted but fulfilled, kissing you again before taking your hand and leading you towards the shower…

I want… #10

I want to you to arrive at my door in torrential rain, no umbrella and no coat, soaked through. Your white top is totally transparent and your bra showing through – your lovely nipples pink and hard, points through the thin material. I help you out of your wet clothes and as I towel you down I admire your smooth skin dotted with droplets of moisture. I slip your damp trousers down over your hips, onto the floor, and then undo my jeans and cast them off. I sit back on a chair and you climb astride my lap in your bra and knickers, running your finger up and down my solid shaft. Then, wet and slippery everywhere, you pull your knickers to one side and lower yourself down onto my engorged cock, gasping as the thick solid shaft slides deep into your gorgeous cunt. I feel your moist skin against my chest, your soaked knickers gainst my navel and your drenched hair trails across my shoulders as you bounce up and down, forcing me deeper up inside you as I lift my hips and thrust up into you. My hands are running over your back, leaving damp trails across your shoulders as we build up speed and the water is replaced by slipper sweat. You finally drop hard, burying my shaft inside you as I explode, hot spunk filling you up and causing you to shudder as you feel it spurt deep into you. You kiss me, and sip off my lap. Still in just your underwear, and then run your tongue down my now-wet chest to my navel, taking my length in your mouth and smiling teasinlgy as you lick my cock clean, savouring the taste of our mixed cocktail, before kissing me again and filling my mouth with your juice-covered tongue.

I want… #9

I want to be lying on a deserted beach with you, soaking up the sun. You ask me to rub more lotion on your pale skin to stop it from burning, and I gladly oblige. I start with your back, my greased hands sliding over your skin, between the string of your bikini bra and the tops of your briefs, moving round your sides and up from your hips to your waist, and then up below your arms. Unable to resist, they continue down beneath you, slipping up inside the skimpy bra and smoothing the cream into your soft breasts. Your nipples begin to harden as my fingertips make oily circles around them. I move my hands out onto your back again, and after re-oiling them they continue their exploratory journey around your gorgeous sexy body. I move my attention to your feet, cupping each one in turn in one hand whilst the other massages the sun-cream into the skin. You wriggle as my fingers tickle your toes, but soon I move my hands up to your ankles, making more circles with my fingertips, before drawing my grip up your slender calves to your knees. Your head has dropped and you’re lying silently, enjoying the relaxing massage and the tactile attention. I work my hands up and down your legs, swirling my thumbs along your muscles, leaving pale trails behind them; gradually I’m moving further and further up your thighs, until I’m making elongated circles reaching from the backs of your knees to the seams of your bikini bottoms. Adding more oil, my palms are gliding over your legs, my fingertips reaching down between your thighs and run over the thin material of your briefs. My fingers dip under the seam of the taught fabric, and you shiver as the tips lightly brush your sex, lips wet with moisture as your arousal becomes more intense. A couple more firm circles across your bottom and I stop, saying “Now the front”. With a slight pause, as you contemplate whether staying as you are would be more or less pleasurable, you roll over onto your side and then flop flat onto your back. Re-filling my palm with cream I admire you, tall, slim, lean but curvy in the right places. Long slender legs – not tight together, but feet slightly apart, possibly intentionally – slim hips, and a flat smooth stomach and navel underlined by a tiny triangle of fabric. Your pert breasts spread flat where you lie back, each covered by another triangle of brightly covered material. I can see the small raised points of your nipples pushing against the coloured pattern, and the neck-string of the bra top tracing a line past your sand-dusted shoulders and behind your slim slender neck. Your tousled hair surrounds your beautiful features, eyes closed and moist soft lips slightly open. I move my hands onto your stomach and start rubbing the oil into your skin, slowly moving them apart until one is brushing the top of your briefs and the other tracing a line below your bra. Then I slide them further apart, one up inside your bra, rucking the flimsy top up to reveal your breasts, the other pushing your pants down to reveal your triangle of golden hair, shimmering in the sunshine. I trace an oily finger around your nipple, staring at the dark pink raised areola and gently tweak your hard erect point, making you arch your back. My other hand is pushing down through your hair, finger running down between your lips, softly rubbing the hard button of your clitoris and causing you to shiver. You draw your legs up and pull them together, clamping my hand between your thighs, forcing my fingers between your lips. Meanwhile, your hand is reaching out to my shorts, fumbling across them until you find the bulge you’re looking for. I’ve been semi-rigid all day because of the heat – which always makes me randy – and the sight of you in your bikini; now my cock is raging and hard, straining my shorts and throbbing with desire as my fingers explore you. Gripping it momentarily, you then let go and push your hand inside the waistband of my trunks, your fingers slipping through my hair and wrapping around my solid shaft. Squeezing your chest with my oily hand, I push my other palm down on your venus and slide my fingers up inside you, your warm wet engorged lips slippery with your juices. You release your thighs and lift your hips, allowing me to push your bikini bottoms down over your thighs and away, and then I push my hand back between your legs which you open invitingly. You’re stroking your grip up and down my shaft, pulling my foreskin back and forth, feeling the stiffness and heat against your palm and my heartbeat thumping as it pumps my erection harder and harder. I’m fucking your hand, come beginning to ooze out over my purple head as you wank me. I massage your breasts more firmly and wiggle my fingers inside you, making you squirm, and then I begin to thrust my fingers in and out of you faster and deeper, reciprocating your hand-fuck and making you writhe. I admire you, your eyes closed and tongue running around your lips, your gorgeous body, nipples hard, legs spread wide and my hands all over you and inside you. I move my fingers faster and faster, in and out, fucking you with my digits, forcing your hand to grip my cock more firmly and stroke its length more rapidly. I feel your hips begin to tremble, and push further into your depths, desperately trying to concentrate on your finger-filled cunt as I feel my own climax building. At last I feel your muscles shudder and clench around my fingertips, juices flowing and almost spraying onto my hand as you shudder, and finally I let go myself, your fingers tightening around my shaft as I come, hot globules of sperm shooting against the insides of my shorts and then running back down over your hand, you massaging the warm sticky mess into my hair and my balls with your tender fingers. I lean back onto the sand and you roll over onto me, hand still caressing my softening spunk-covered manhood, my palm on your mons and fingers rubbing your juices across your saturated lips. We kiss and taste each others’ tongues, playing with each other and soaking up the sun.

I want… #8

I want to be in the back of a taxi, heading home from a night out. You’ve been teasing me all evening, yours hands brushing across my loins, pressing yourself against me, occasionally turning quickly to pick up a drink and so unexpectedly pushing your breast into my palm, generally driving me wild. As the black cab races through the streets, I’m kissing you, my hands around your waist and neck, tenderly stroking your hair and squeezing you affectionately. With an eye cast towards the rear-view mirror, you put your hand on mine and pull it down, briefly pausing to push it against your chest so I can feel your erect nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your top, hard with arousal. Then you slip my hand down inside your coat and direct my fingers inside the waistband of your trousers. I kiss you harder, excitedly thrusting my tongue against yours and looking into your eyes as I take back control of my hand, pushing it down over your stomach, feeling the softness of your skin tremble as my fingertips slip into your knickers. You slide down and forward on the seat, straightening your back and opening your legs slightly to ease my fingers’ passage, as your hand runs up the back of my neck and pulls my lips more firmly to your mouth. My fingertips are running through your soft downy hair, across the soft mound of your Venus, pushing down on it gently and making you squirm. Finally the first digit reaches your soft lips, and as it pushes between them you’re already wet, moisture running onto my finger and helping it slip between your engorged labia. You draw breath as you feel me part your lips and my finger enters you, the pressure of my palm still hard on your navel; you lift your hips, encouraging me further into your warm wet pinkness. As my second and then third finger enter you, your tongue reciprocates, pushing into my mouth and running over my warm lips. You draw back slightly, and with hot breath I feel you whisper in my ear “I need more. You are making me desperately hot”.

You’re writhing now, as I start to gyrate my fingers, pushing in and out, tweaking and thrusting, fucking you with my hand as the buildings whizz by outside. Your pants are soaked, your juices flowing through my fingers, making them slip across your skin, in and out of you faster and faster, the soft warm feeling of your sex making my heart race. As you rotate your hips in time with my finger movements, I’m squeezing and caressing your breasts and you’re running your fingers over my trousers, stroking my straining erection through my jeans, cupping my balls and then running your hand up and down my chest. The taxi suddenly jerks to a halt, surprising us both, and causing me to pull my hand sharply out of your trousers – still wet, I lick your juices from my fingers. We hop out onto the pavement, and as I’m paying the driver and muttering something about keeping change, you’re pushing your hand into my trouser pocket and running a finger up and down my straining hard-on. The cab pulls away and we walk up the path and steps to the front door. As you fumble for your keys, I’m behind you – my thick erection pushing against your firm bottom, and my arms around you and hands running over your navel and between your legs, savouring the dampness that’s soaking through your trousers.

Finally, we burst through the door and into the hall. Desperate for each other, and too impatient to move further into the house, I’ve gathered you into my arms, and I’m kissing you and running my hands eagerly over your body. Your mouth is at my ear again, whispering loudly “I need you to fuck me – right now”. You are stroking my bulge with one hand, and running your other hand around my neck, pulling yourself towards me, feeling my straining cock push against your mons through my jeans as you lean back against the stair banister. You suddenly pull away and turn from me, facing away, and place both hands on the stairs, bending over provocatively. Immediately taking the invitation, I slip the zip down at the side of your trousers and pull them down, dropping them to the floor, revealing your firm pert bottom. You move your feet apart, and as I move closer towards you, flipping my belt open, unbuttoning my jeans, and letting my erection spring free, I pull your cotton knickers aside and I can finally see your roseate wet cunt glistening between your thighs as you wait for me, bent over and breathing heavily. With barely a hesitation, I run my hand between your legs spreading your juices across your lips, and then I thrust my long hard cock deep into you, slipping between your warm wet folds and causing you to cry out. My hands are on your hips, pulling you towards me, driving my shaft further and deeper into you, slapping your bottom against my hips as I fuck you harder and faster. You rise up, and my hands are all over you, running over your clothed torso and then down into your knickers, pushing through your hair and fingers continuing where they left off in the taxi, squeezing and flicking your clitoris, palm pressed against your Venus, causing shivers to run through your body as you begin to climax. Your hands are above your head, caressing my hair and neck, and my hands run up inside your top, over your breasts, my fingers causing you to shudder as they tweak and twist your erect nipples. My finger rubs your clit faster and harder, and my cock pushes up deeper into your hot soaked cunt, we both begin to convulse with ecstasy and shudder with pleasure. As I begin to come, you feel my hot spunk shoot into your depths, and your juices run down my shaft, dripping off my balls. We finally stop moving, and as I pull you closer to me and wrap my arms around you, I savour the feeling of your pulsating muscles squeezing my still-firm erection inside you. My hands caress your body, and I kiss your neck and shoulders, wanting more but with nothing left, totally sated.

I want… #7

I want to arise from my slumber, blurry-eyed and sleepy, to feel your long soft hair spread out over my thighs and stomach. Not sure whether I’m still asleep and dreaming, I lie still, not fully awake and unable to move as I feel your hot breath and warm lips over my navel. Closing my eyes again in ecstasy as you take my full morning glory deep into your mouth, one hand on my hip and the other cupping my balls softly, caressing and rubbing them as you slide my your wet lips up and down my length. Your tongue flicks over my swollen head, running around the base of my glans, tickling the point of most sensitivity and making my whole body shudder uncontrollably. I raise my knees slightly, not able to bear it but not wanting you to stop either, I thrust my hands into your hair and take a firm handhold, pushing your face further into my crotch, and my throbbing cock further into your mouth. I feel the shape of your lips change to a smile, as you drag them and your tongue back and forth along my shaft, bubbles of saliva trailing behind them. You raise your head and look at me, a sexy, wicked grin which I return before pushing you back to your work, lifting my hips slightly and making you gag as my erection pushes at the back of your throat. I’m oozing droplets of sperm which you lick up and savour; your head is now bobbing faster and faster, back and forth, your tongue tickling my hardness as your fingers caress my hips and balls. Finally, fully awake but eyes still closed, I feel my stomach muscles begin to contract until eventually I can hold back no longer and with a shuddering convulsion at my waist I come, hot and fast, spilling across your tongue and filling your mouth. Anticipating my climax, you’ve closed your lips around the base of my cock, and as I push your face down harder with a clenched fist of hair, you swallow my load down and lick your lips, savouring my taste and the sensation of my spunk slipping down your throat in silky globules. You run your tongue tip along my hot length, licking it clean; I’m still writhing and convulsing with pleasure. Finally, you slide up my body, trailing hair tickling my chest and arms, and your push your lips hard onto my eager mouth, our tongues wrapping around each other, my salty taste shared from your mouth. We kiss long and hard, and I savour the feeling of your body on mine, arms wrapped around you and your nipples pressing against my chest.