Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Everyone has their kink.



The bright harsh light was making her sweat.

"Can we get on with this?"  She snapped as she sipped her ice tea.

"Yes, just hold on a little longer, the sun is almost perfect."  The photographer answered.  "Trust me, this will be the perfect picture."

"Can't you just Photoshop it?  I am going to have get my dress dry cleaned before the wedding I am all sweaty."  The bride lifted her arms and fanned at her smooth armpits.

The photographer ignored her and watched the shadows creep up the brick wall.  The groom was sitting and playing on his phone, ignoring everything.  Taking wedding pictures was never his calling but he was good at it and it paid the bills.

"Ok, lets get ready,"  he said.  The groom remained motionless as the bride put down her iced tea and stood on her mark.  The groom, still engrossed in his phone, did not move.

"Come on Greg!"  she barked, "put down your damn phone and stand up."

The groom looked up, "I have to set my lines, hold on."

The photographer watched the shadow creep ever up the wall, in a moment the shadow would fade and the moment would be over.  He watched as the groom sat motionless.  "We will lose the light..."

The groom sighed and stood up, stuffing his phone in his back pocket.  She took his hands and pulled him to the correct spot.

"Ok," the photographer said, "now, lean in and kiss her, lightly...just hold the pose for a moment."

The groom sighed and leaned in.  Their lips met.

The camera clicked as he captured the moment.  Taking extra and a few different angles.

"Is that all?"  the muffled question came from the groom, his lips still motionless against his bride.

"Shut the fuck up you asshole, you said you would do this."  the bride answered in the same muffled way.  "Your breath stinks anyway, stop breathing so hard."  She added.

You could audibly hear him breath out against her face, "fuuuuucccckkk  yooouuuu."

As he took the last photo and the shadow faded just slightly the bride pulled back and pushed the groom away.

"We are done, thank you."  the photographer said, not wanting to have to witness another 'happy couple' argue.

He could hear them bickering as they walked back to their car.  Sitting for a moment he pulled the pictures up on his camera and reviewed them.  They were good, as always.

He packed up his gear and walked back to his car.  The large SUV, most likely belonging to the parents of the 'happy couple' was still there.  As he got closer he could see it rocking slightly.  He pulled open the back door and packed his camera away.  The high pitched squeal coming from the SUV caused him to turn his head and look.

In the tinted window he could see the bride riding her groom in the back seat.  Perfect breasts exposed and dress bunched up around her.  He shook his head as he got into his car and drove away.

Everyone has their kink....




Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked


Old flame still burning...

When I was still in senior year of high school, I may have already been married, I was in the office when a new girl showed up to register for classes.  She was from another high school and was moving due to problems with friends.

When I saw her my jaw dropped.  It was instant attraction.  She was a little punk girl and just lit my fucking fire in all the right ways.  I was too star struck to say anything but I do remember us eye fucking each other across the room.

When she left I walked into the counselors office and picked up her paperwork.  Without permission and with nobody noticing I photocopied her information and returned the file to its place.  This was normal behavior for me at the time, I just did whatever the fuck I wanted.  Had I been caught I would have made up a story about what I was doing and they would have believed it...thinking back I was kind of a sociopath.

I saw her off and on but at the time I was dating my soon to be wife and everyone knew it.  Ditching her to go with the new girl would have been messy, although that was my MO.  I had also taken my wife's virginity and she had been rather pissed about it because we were both stoned as fuck when it happened.  It was not planned out or expected, it just happened.  I do remember thinking that it would be rather shitty of me to go after someone else after taking her V card.

Later that school year my wife and I got married for fun and it was over.  We graduated and eventually moved to another state.  Things went south fast and we ended up back in our home state.  We split up and were planning on divorce, oh ya...she was prego also.  I moved out and she moved away and that was it.

I started working at a little telemarketing place, shit work.  I had been through a couple jobs already and it was one of the places that would hire me.  I also had friends who worked there.  I went though training and was moved out to the floor.  I get assigned a seat, my friend was next to me, too cool.  Just when I thought things could not be better the person on the other side of me hung up the phone and turned to introduce themselves.

You have all seen the movie...it was her.  She did not recognize me, how could she, I was her stalker.  I was blown the fuck away.  We chatted every day, quickly became friends.  Her BFF became a good friend of mine also.  Her boyfriend became a good friend.

She was living at home but decided to leave and asked me to help get her stuff.  I did and her parents called the cops, she was not 18 yet.  We had to lay low so her boyfriend got a hotel room and we both stayed in it, he left us there and went home.  That night I confessed that I had always been crushing hard on her from the first day we met.  She remembered me in the office in high school and we laughed about the eye fucking.

That led to us actually fucking.  On the bed, in the shower, on the floor.  We fucked all night.  It was amazing.  I remember sitting at the McDonalds and eating breakfast as we both giggled and smiled at each other.  We kept saying, "we can't do it again,"  and "nobody can know".  Then we went back to the room and fucked before her boyfriend showed up.

She ended up telling him and they broke up.  I got her a place to stay at some college students house in the basement and we started going out.  It was insane how much we had sex.  I then walked in on her having sex with a friend of hers.  I was invited to join.  My small reptile brain would not go there at the time and I got upset.

I tried to chase her up to some place in another town, some guy made me jellous, but got put in jail on my way up there.  Jail was a big deal for me and really messed with my mind.  I ditched all my friends, everything.  I took some time out and reassessed my life.  I ended up getting back together with my wife.  The BFF of the girl and I remaind friends.  I even introduced her to my wife but my wife was VERY bitchy and threatened by her, I was emnbarassed.

I tried to reconnect with the girl a few times but she had met someone else, got engaged and moved away.  The last I heard she was married.  I lost track.  I still know the BFF on FB but we do not talk or anything, just like each others pages.

I have tried to look up the old flame before but I used her married name...I recently looked her up by her maiden name.  I was in the area where I used to live and my mind jumped back to her.  I had seen a news story about her once a few years ago, she had owned a tattoo business that was forced to close due to zoning laws.

I had been spelling her name wrong for years, I misspelled it correctly and suddenly she was there.  She has aged but is still amazingly beautiful.  She is a little hippy spirit and lives over where her BFF now lives.  They are FB friends.  I wonder how I never found her before.

A flood of emotions came over me.  Lots of "what-if's..."

I asked for a FB friendship, we will see if there is any response.  I dream about stopping by her business and just seeing if she recognizes me.  Maybe saying hello....maybe not.

The past is the past, sometimes it should be left alone.  It really only made me think about my present situation.  I have been thinking constantly about divorce.  I am conflicted.  I do not want to live my life this way, I do not recognize who I am and who my wife is.  We do not talk much.  Everything she does irritates me.  We never touch.

Yet, I feel obligated to stay with her.  I feel as if leaving her would be the absolutely meanest thing I could ever do to a person.  Then I flip flop and think, isn't staying with her and not loving her even worse...keeping her from possibly finding happiness with someone else.

I wonder what about when we get even older, what will happen then?

What about our kids?

What about our grandkids?

Our lives seem to be a cascade of effects from that night camping when we fucked.  If not for that we would have broken up many times.

Is there love?  Yes, there is love.  There is also absolute exhaustion and frustration, a desire to just leave.  I asked for marriage counseling for us and was met with outright contempt and anger at the idea of us going.  There is also the money issue, "We can't afford it."  We can afford trips to other states, a new car, any little shit she wants to by online, wine by the crate, and my sugar baby...

We can afford whatever we want to afford...

Sorry for a downer blog post...



Tuesday, September 13, 2016

TMI Tuesday: Thanks Lexi!!

TMI Tuesday

This is a rip of from Lexi at Exploits of Lexi

I just wanted to answer the questions so I copy and pasted...not very original, however, I might be the only person who did it so...second level originality?

1. Sex. What are your areas of expertise?


Fucking.  "This guy fucks."

Can I say all of it?

I believe I am rather good at eating pussy.  I get into it...glazed face by the time I am ready to transition.  I can finger rather well, everyone pussy is a little different but that spot where you curl your finger and just stroke with a little pressure, almost everyone has that spot.

Fucking is my really good place.  I can stay hard and move to almost any position that my body will allow.  I am dominate, I take control and move you where I want you.  Not in a dickish way, if I feel resistance I will not force anything.

Is it weird to think that I can move my hips really well?  I have seen the video of me fucking and I have some great hip action...lol.

2. How long have you been having sex?

I started jacking off in 8th grade, but that is not sex.  Sex did not start until I was 17 years old.  I wanted to start sooner, and almost did once, but penis-in-vagina sex did not happen until after I had my drivers license...sad..

I wonder how much time I have spent having sex?  Like in 75 years of life you sleep for 25 years of it...

A survey said that we spend about .45% of our lives having sex.  So that means at 75 years you would have had sex for .33 of a year or 120 days or about 4 months.  This is based on people having sex once a week.  Not bad...but it could be better...my math might also be wrong, I am not a god damn mathematician.

I would want my goal to be 1% or more at least.  If I could get the gumption to leave my spouse it could only get better.  .45% of 0 is still 0.


3. What time of day do you prefer to have sex?
a. morning
b. afternoon
c. night


I will have sex at any time.  It does not matter to me.  Sex in the morning is such a great way to start the day.  I don't get it enough...

Sex in the afternoon is when I usually get it.  This is because I can be away from the house at that time and not seem suspicious.  Early afternoon is the best as it leaves me time to clean up and get home.

I like night sex, after an evening of flirting and drinking...so much fun.  Hard sex, bask in the afterglow and go to sleep sticky!  It may gross you out but I love being dirty from sex and sleeping in it.  I love waking up the next day to the smell of pussy on my hands and face.  I like feeling my skin stretch and crackle from the dried cum and pussy juice...LOVE LOVE LOVE.

I do not like pitch black room, going to bed, decided to have sex because it is a Wednesday and it have been a while and "we really need to" sex...fuck that shit...

4. Do you charge for sex? Money or some other means of payment?

Reverse that...and yes, I pay for sex.  I use hookers/whores/prostitutes, well, I used to.  Now I just kind of sugar daddy.  It have been a while since I straight paid to play, the atmosphere around here is not contusive to easy transactions.  Law enforcement has really cramped the "hobby", as they call it.  Additionally, I am spoiled/ruined.  I have had the best sex ever with the most amazing sexual acrobat nymph and I can't hope to find better ever again.  It's a problem that will most likely ruin my marriage (not sure if ruin is the right word...it was already ruined, this will just set the house of fire and force a decision). 

5. How long does your average sexual encounter last?

Approximately one hour.  I know this because time is charged in hour intervals.  I can go for a little over an hour, longer if I get time to rest and have a second shot on goal.  One hour is not much time to meet someone, have a little small talk, get naked, suck/lick/fuck/cum, clean up, dress and leave...you have to pay attention to time.

I love having the sugar daddy arrangement.  I can come over and hang out and talk, go to lunch, drink some wine, get frisky and flirt, move to the bedroom and just let things take shape with no attention to time.  Clean up and dressing are not rushed, it is just two friends fucking. 

I have had marathon sessions of sex where two hours later we are drenched in sweat and exhausted.  Those orgasms are the best, big ones...lots of cum...passing out a little and tingling all over.  Athletic sex/sports fucking can only be done with another professional fucker...

I would love to fuck someone who has never been sports fucked.  They have to be a bit submissive and multiorgasmic.  I love it when I am sore the next day and I get a text from the girl saying she is also sore...muscle sore sex...the best.

6. Do you have a safe word? What is it?


I have never had a safe word and I have never been with someone who has a safe word.  Most of my sex does not include anything where someone would need one.  I do not do bondage, well...very light bondage.  I do not do rape play or any forced sex.  I do like the dom/sub stuff but very light, more like CEO and Secretary...

I agree with Lexi in that all you have to say is "No"or "Stop" at any point and it is over, no questions asked.  If I even feel you move a bit, push against me, dry up slightly, cringe with your face, wrinkle your brow...I will stop and ask if something is wrong.

My pleasure is in strong part derived from my partners pleasure.  YOU have to be enjoying yourself in order for me to be enjoying myself.  Even in situations where my playmate wanted something a little too rough, I had to REALLY be convinced that this was for their enjoyment and pleasure.  I have slapped, smacked, choked and pissed on a person, but it was always with them wanting it WAY more than I wanted it.  That type of concentration on ensuring that I am hurting you the way you want/need without HURTING you is tough and tends to turn me off.

If I had to have a safe word it would be a phrase, "Get that banana out of my ass."

Bonus: Ever had sex so good you broke things or something?

Hell YA!

The first 5 or 10 times the Spinner and I fucked we broke her bed, we did not even stop when it happened.  I have such fond memories of breaking that bead!  We also overturned her couch once, knocked a picture off the wall, spilled wine all over the place.

Before her I am not sure if I ever broke anything other than a cherry...  ;-)

I almost broke my dick once, it scared me to death.  I wondered how I would explain getting my dick broke while I was "at the gym".  Good thing we were lubed up with all the sex grease and I just slipped on up her twat to safety.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Clean mountain air story


I like camping, I used to do it quite often.  Hiking and camping was my preferred style.  Internal frame backpack, dehydrated meals, water purifier, one man tent or no tent at all.  I would leave the world for three or four days at a time and just spend alone time in nature...just get away.

Time has passed and camping turned to Boy Scout outings and being an adult and leadership.  I had a lot of fun on those also, I look younger than I am and at that time I was mistaken for a boy scout far too often.  I had fun with the boys, my son, many of which I still have contact with to this day.  They have kids, families, jobs...it's amazing how time passes.

Now we do car camping.  Not a whole lot, but enough, we wish we could do more but coaching, school, business, life...gets in the way.  I do like the car camping, it is much more comfortable...usually, as long as the air mattress stays inflated.

With my time off work I decided to do some car camping.  I missed the mountain air and I just wanted to get away.  Originally I planned to go alone, I had invited the wife but she was too busy with other plans.  So, I was flying solo.

Then, I thought, what if I invited a secret friend?  We could go to the mountains, hike, camp, cook, talk, fuck...and nobody would ever know!  I got excited about it...this would be SO much fun.  I have a great friend who has wanted to get out of the city, who complains that nobody likes to camp like she does.

Invitation was sent and accepted with glee.

I cleaned, organized and packed the car.  It is difficult to pack a car for two when you are only going alone without anyone noticing.  I alluded to the fact that we would be going camping together soon and wanted to have everything tested, it worked.  I shopped for food and drinks, packed the cooler and we all ready to leave.

I picked her up, a few delays but noting to outlandish.  It was good to be on the road and out of town.  I travel well with people who are good at traveling.  What I mean is, people who are not assholes in the car...people who can chill.  Well, my friend can chill and we had a blast on the way up. 

It took about 2.5 hours in the car before we found the place.  It was a bit busier than I had anticipated it to be.  We wanted something a bit more secluded and private but evening was coming and we needed to pitch a tent (lol).

We found our spot and I unpacked and set up the cook area while she went for a walk with her dog.  I am particular in the way I set up camp and usually do not need help.  Everyone wants to help but they end up just being in the way, additionally, I do not mind doing it at all, so I send them to have fun or collect wood while I get it all done.

When she returned I was all set to cook dinner.  The sun was setting and I wanted to get things going before I had to light the lantern and start the fire.  In the rush of setting up I realized that we had not even kissed yet, something that needed to be fixed right away.  I stopped everything and took her in my arms.  She smiled up at me, realizing what I was doing.

Our lips always seem to melt into each other.  It is the softest and most wonderful feeling when our lips meet.  It was brief but full of lust and wild abandon, kissing in public...well kind of.  It was a taste of things to come.  We parted and I started to cook dinner.

Great conversation, great wine, great food, easy clean-up and fire started, we settled into our camp chairs and I packed a bowl of the good stuff into my small travel bong.  I used to worry about smoking pot in the woods, like the sheriff and his posse are laying in hiding to catch a couple of hippies smoking the devil's weed.  For a moment I had the same feeling before realizing that with the new laws, non of that really matters anymore, PROGRESS!!

I took a big hit and passed it over to her.  The fire danced and threw shadows across the camp site.  The other camp sights drifted farther away as we smoked, drank and laughed.  I played the guitar for a bit before my fingers would not move how I wanted them.  We were laughing so much it did not matter anyway.

I have not been legit STONED in a while, I usually just get a little high.  Tonight, we were stoned...hard stoned.  It was good shit, not the couch lock stuff, good energetic laughing pot.  I put the guitar away, put on the music and we scooted closer and watched the fire while we talked.

Talking turned to touching, touching turned to kissing.  She stood in front of me and put her leg under the cloth arm support of my chair.  It was a bit of a yoga move at first and we laughed quite a bit.  Her other leg threaded through the other arm support and she sat down on my lap.  I scooted up a bit and it was perfect.

We kissed each other in the pine filtered star light.  The rest of the camp area was bright campfires and dark spaces in between and alive with the sound of the evening.  Music, laughter, radios and children playing night games.  All of it faded away when we started to kiss and grind against each other.

I could feel the heat from her pussy through her jean shorts and panties, I had pulled them as far to the side as they would go.  Her hand was stroking my cock but our jeans were in the way.  She stood and removed her shorts and panties, covering herself with the large hoodie sweater she was wearing.  I pulled my jeans mid thigh and we looked around to see if anyone was watching.

Confident in our privacy I smiled at her and she knelt on the ground in front of my chair, lowering her head to my hard cock.  She is the best cock sucker ever and tonight proved no different.  I looked up into the clear night sky and marveled at the number of stars looking down on us as I felt her push me deep into her throat.  I held her head in my hands as she bobbed up and down in my lap.

A light flashed across our camp spot and we both froze, she reached back to pull her hoddie down over her exposed ass.  We waited and laughed, feeling exposed in the bright light of the car.  We expected it to shut off quickly but it did not.  People were moving around and talking, setting up their camp.

They can't see us, I remarked.  I felt her lips close around me again and I giggled, then she giggled, tickling my head with her tongue.  Almost in unison we mentally said fuck it and she started to suck me off again.

She stood and moved back into positon, putting her legs through the chair again and moving over me.  We both glanced at the car light which was still shining, as my cock pushed into her wetness all our concerns were forgotten.  We gasped and held each other tight as her pussy enveloped and held me.  She rocked gently, trying to be as quiet as possible, her muted cries seemed so loud even in the noise of the camp.

The fire flared behind her, a stray piece of wood catching flame, and silhouetted her in the darkness.  My hands here up her shirt feeling her soft breasts as she rocked back and forth.  I lifted her shirt and exposed her breasts and sucked the sensitive nipples.  I imagined someone watching, just outside our firelight, and it excited me even more.

As I played with her body I felt her building to climax, her pace quickened.  I took her small waist in my hands and lifted her up and down, plunging into her depth.  The feeling of being lifted always gets her off and I instantly felt her wetness flow into my lap and she cried out loudly into the night air.  I could feel myself almost cumming as I slammed her against my cock.

The car light extinguished and we both froze, suddenly aware of where we were.  We kissed deeply and held each other.  She suggested we go to the tent and finish.  We untangled and grabbed the chairs to put them under cover for the night, both commenting on how hot our fireside fuck was.  I squared away the camp and we ducked into the tent.

Clothes were piled into the corner and she fell naked onto the bed.  I kissed her soft lips and moved down her body, wanting to taste her wonderful pussy.  I am not accustomed to hair on a pussy, everyone shaves bald now, she had a short growth all over and seemed a little shy about it.

I smiled and growled, licking her from ass to clit, I like you harry, I like you bald, I said and started to eat her out.  She melted into my hands as she always does, with the thin barrier of the tent we felt protected from view and she became more vocal.  I smiled as I felt her pussy flow with excitement, let the neighbors hear us, I thought.

She came again and I moved to mount her, the air mattress had deflated slightly and it made the move difficult.  It was all lust and desire as we arranged our naked bodies and I sank into her again.  I lifted her legs and began hammering away at her small body.  Just shy of rough is how we both like it...athletic...sport fucking.  She came over and over, her pussy clenching as she cried out.  Sweat was dripping off my body and I could taste her sweat on her lip as we kissed.

I felt my cum rise multiple times then settle back.  I was too obsessed with the feeling of her wrapped around me and did not want  it to end.  She was breathless and I could tell she was all fucked out.  I tend to outlast many friends and know the signs.  I slowed and she pushed me gently off her.

As I withdrew and rolled to my back she followed, crawling between my legs and taking me in her mouth to finish me.  The thoughtfulness of this act always amazes and excites me.  I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the sky as she expertly sucked and jacked me off.  I resisted the urge to hold her head and take control.  I concentrated on the feeling of her pleasuring me.

It wasent long before I felt my balls tighten.  I am going to cum, I said gasping.  Her strokes quickened and she braced her body, her fingers softly caressing my wet balls.  I gasped and my body tensed.  It was a hard cum and I felt the slow pulse start in my lower back and work around to my ass and balls, a second powerful pulse began as the first jet of blasted deep into her throat, the second following shortly after.

It was too much for her, a rare event and she gagged and coughed, my cum falling around my cock, yet she still pumped as another stream sprayed into the air.  She took me into her mouth again and sucked the last few jets and swallowed.  Exhausted she collapsed next to me.

Our bodies where slick with sex and sweat as we felt the cool mountain air wash over us.  My mind was lost to the sensation of a extremely hard orgasm.  As the world began to return to normal we huddled together, naked skin hot to the touch.  We both remarked to each other how amazing it had been and how spent we both felt.

I pulled the heavy blanket over us and we spooned together and fell into a light sleep.

The air mattress deflated slowly through the night, forcing us together at one point, then putting us onto the hard ground.  I slipped in and out of sleep, waking to see her naked in the early morning light.  Feeling her hold my body in her sleep, her legs twitching slightly.

In the morning we both woke and smiled and cuddled together.  We kissed lightly, each aware and concerned about the possibility of morning breath, but neither really caring all that much.  Her legs wound around me, my morning wood naturally finding her wetness.  I slipped in easily and we slowly kissed and fucked in the dim morning light.

The excitement of having each other in the morning was so novel that before we realized it we came in unison.  I stayed inside her and we continued to slowly fuck.  The sun light brought us awake and a desire for coffee and morning relief made up separate.

Coffee and breakfast in quiet reflection.  I packed the car up and we took one last walk around.  There were pressing things that we both needed to do, the desire to stay and play around in the forest and stream almost got us.  In the end we returned to the city and parted ways.  I inspected the camp equipment, cleaning and repacking everything and ensuring that there was no sign of our tryst.

What a good weekend.