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Giving a Good Handjob Requires Skill and Enthusiasm

When I was fourteen I discovered a stash of dirty magazines under my brother’s bed. He was older than me and went off to work at 7 am. In that precious hour before school, I sought to educate myself in lusty matters. One story I found fascinating involved a woman giving a man a handjob. It included such topics as how to rub the shaft and droplets of pre-cum. I wasn’t even sure if I knew what a shaft was.

Early days

The first time I tried it myself was at sixteen, over the park one evening with my first steady boyfriend. He was circumcised. I had no idea how to do it but he was always keen to tell me what felt good for him. He jacked his load into the bushes with a happy groan. My second boyfriend had a foreskin, so when I first began to handle his cock he exclaimed,

“Woah woah, not so rough.”

So I had to learn all over again. That’s when I realised not all penises respond to the same type of touch.

Being quite particular about who I had intercourse with, but still liking to get down and dirty as much as possible, giving a handjob seemed a good option. In fact the first time I ever slept with my man, I used my hand. That was twenty years ago but I still have a faint memory of the occasion. He loves my long fingers so even today he is a fan of my manual skills.

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My hand – giving a good handjob requires skill, just like chess!

Handjob in the morning

Having just woken the other morning, sleepily I turned to lay on his shoulder and pushed my naked body up against his side. He was laying on his back and immediately began caressing my body. I have always had a fascination with his cock. It’s not been like that with previous partners so I revel in my obsession. My hand, very naturally, went down to find it. It was slightly bouncy and the skin along the shaft felt like silk on my palm. I sighed. His fingers came up to the back of my neck and began to touch the sensitive spot just below my hairline.

With my left hand I cupped his balls and squeezed ever so slightly. With my right I began to encircle the end of his not quite erect penis. He moaned in pleasure and pulled me closer. The skin was still covering the end of cock so I just ran my finger tips gently up and down its length. Now his dick was waking up.

Moving the quilt, so I had room to manoeuvre, I pushed down on his perineum whilst still lightly grasping his tightening testicles. With the other hand I angled his whole cock downwards, so the eye was looking straight ahead rather than up at him. This is a trick he taught me – he says it makes his orgasm stronger. I started to slowly pump the skin up and down. It moved easily over the head, now fully exposed.

Pleasure giving

Very gently I rubbed my fingertips around his bare knob giving more attention to the outside area where his skin is attached to his penis. It’s this area that he adores me to lick when giving him a blow job. At this point I will often not be able to control the urge to go under the covers and slip his beautiful cock in my mouth.

This time I didn’t. Instead I stepped up the intensity of my hold and pumped his cock with my hand, making sure to move it so that with each motion I was caressing the tip of his knob. As his breathing quickened – I could feel his enjoyment heightening. His cock was ready to explode as he dug his fingers into my back, muttering,

“Good bitch…”

Nearly there…

I know its time to speed up the pace and pressure. As I do this his body begins to move with me like he is fucking my hand. With a loud exclamation he fires his spunk all over my arm, his torso and the top sheet. Knowing him as I do I can feel there is more to come so continue with the friction whilst squeezing his balls once again. Sure enough more sperm shoots out his knob. Even when I am certain he has finished I continue stroking so as to complete his orgasm. This is something else he taught me as too many people just stop the hand job when the spunk first emits. He thrusts his hips up at my hand and we both collapse as he loudly murmurs,

“YEESS!”

One thing I have always liked about the moment when my man comes is that he makes no excuse for it. He is very proactive regarding his orgasms and often, after, we fall back onto the bed and laugh. Its a glorious moment.

Enthusiasm gets results

Performing a handjob is all about giving pleasure to the other person. If you are simply trying to get him off so that you can have your turn then it certainly wont feel the same for him. You need to participate too. Enthusiasm is everything.

Post Script –  After my man read through this post he was hard. He stayed put in the chair and ordered me to get down on my knees and suck his cock. Which I happily did 😉

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Church Smells, Beliefs and Fornication

Church, life and living.

My blog doesn’t hide the fact that my main kink is bondage. I like to be tied up, whipped and fucked. But even with these deviant practices as part of my sexual repertoire I find there is nothing quite like having sex in an unusual place to add even more spark to my sex life. I would highly recommend it, particularly if, like me, you are a sexual adrenalin junkie. Continue reading Church Smells, Beliefs and Fornication

Kink of the Week ~ Going Commando

Kink of the Week Aug 16-31: Going Commando

The first memory I have of my man going commando was back in 1997. We had met the previous evening and slept together. The next morning after some amount of reciprocal sexual activity he had to go off to work. After returning from the bath room he began to get dressed. He pulled his jeans straight on without any underwear. Zipping up the flies he said,

Can I have your number or do you want to keep your anonymity.” Continue reading Kink of the Week ~ Going Commando

Naked truth exposed – My Pussy and Me

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Pussy Pride

I originally published this post in April of this year. Recently I came across Molly Mores fantastic Pussy Pride Project, and wanting to be part of it, have updated the post. Continue reading Naked truth exposed – My Pussy and Me

Bondage Alfresco Style ~ Collared & tied.

Bondage Alfresco Style

Bondage Alfresco Style – He’s back. He lifts the skirt of my dress and sighs taking a moment to absorb my lace top stockings, suspender belt and appealing knickers. Then fastening my dress to my waist with a clip he reaches for the whip.

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Bondage Alfresco Style

Recreational Sex or Bondage Alfresco Style

Let’s rewind – I am getting ahead of myself. I want to talk about recreational sex. In this day and age people work extremely hard for most of the year- finding little leisure time. Their sex lives may suffer because of this. When time and tiredness are everyday issues sexual relations are often hurried and run of the mill –if they happen at all. Of course this not only means that the relationship with your significant other is put under strain, but your personal health and well being could be affected too. Studies have shown that close and satisfying sexual relationships contribute to your vigour. Continue reading Bondage Alfresco Style ~ Collared & tied.

Multiple Wet Dreams – did you ever?

Multiple Wet Dreams – what a delight

I felt extremely horny. The date with Ashley had left me feeling as hot as hell. He was very good looking with such a fit body. Yet when it came down to sex he just could not deliver.  Now alone in my bed I licked my fingers and put my hands between my legs. Finding my clitoris I began to rhythmically rub it – thrusting my pelvis upwards. I had him in my mind’s eye, the way he looked, but now he was passionately thrusting his cock into me while staring assiduously into my eyes. They were shut as I began to cum. Bloody hell it was such a relief. I needed it so badly. Then something strange happened – I kept rubbing to gently complete the orgasm when I felt my body go into a second climatic spasm! I rolled along with it, eventually becoming still on my bed, exhausted. Continue reading Multiple Wet Dreams – did you ever?

Digging Deep – TMI Tuesday 23rd May 2017 – Soul Searching

Digging Deep

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Digging deep into your soul

The last time you had sex, was it urgent or essential? Consider masturbation or sex with a partner.

Both urgent and essential. It was the night before last and we had been relaxing in the garden after a lovely sunny day. We both looked at each other and knew it was time for sex. We went indoors and he sat on the couch. I immediately got down on my knees in front of him and undid his flies. His cock was almost ready. I took my top off and caressed his cock with my breasts, then slipping it into my mouth. I began to tease the knob by flicking my tongue across the tip. He was now rock hard and came round behind me and spread my legs slightly. Pushing me face down on the sofa he thrust into me. Fucked me hard spanking the side of my arse at the same time. It was great!

What should you stop doing? Why? Continue reading Digging Deep – TMI Tuesday 23rd May 2017 – Soul Searching

SWINGING FUN – Three is definitely not a crowd

Swinging Fun

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Swinging Fun – Would you give it a try?

My sexual needs are somewhat deviant but I have never been involved in a threesome or group sexual activity. I suppose I have been a serial monogamist – somebody who jumps from one long-term monogamous relationship to another, usually making the break when sex within the pairing has become stale or boring. Towards the end of a lengthy relationship I would invariably become so horny I would cheat on my partner. The nearest I came to having sex with more than one person was sleeping with two men on the same day but at a different time – and unbeknown to each other.

The fact that I haven’t participated in a threesome does not mean that the idea doesn’t sexually excite me, it also intrigues me. Continue reading SWINGING FUN – Three is definitely not a crowd

Anal Play, Anal Sex, Butt Plug Exploration

Anal Play and Penetration

Anal Play

 

There are two things I know about anal sex. The first is that nearly every male whether they are heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual, have a fascination with it. The second thing is that anybody who receives anal intercourse and anal play in general, should be careful regarding how the act is carried out, following necessary precautions or advice to ensure that your anal cavity is not harmed in anyway. Continue reading Anal Play, Anal Sex, Butt Plug Exploration

Adult Photos – Be in the room with me

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Adult Photos.

When I was young, about fifteen, a model agency sent me along to a photographer to have some photos taken for my portfolio. I was very naïve and didn’t take any one with me. After the genuine shoot the photographer persuaded me to lower my top, then my bra. All the while snapping away with his camera. He assured me that none of these prints would include my breasts – they were just head and collar bone shots. Young and trusting – I believed him.  A few years later I was found in one of the soft porn magazines that was popular at that time. I was horrified. Today I think back and chuckle at the teenage me. What if social media or the World wide Web had been around in those days? It could have been a lot worse.

Social Media

Nowadays I enjoy seeing photos of my breasts and body in general but I must confess that social media is not my strong point. I have a Twitter account associated with this blog which I do keep up to date. A short while ago I opened a face book account but have not got very far with it. I guess I am a little old fashioned with regards to making “friends” that I am probably never going to meet. However, I know my blog would probably benefit from an associated Instagram account and have that on my “to do “list.

New to my Blog

The pictures in my gallery need to be updated to include more relevant adult photos of me. My man and I have been working with a still camera and a video camera whilst doing what comes naturally to us. From the last session, we found both the adult photos and the short videos, very authentic and I have included the photos as part of this post. Eventually I will copy them into my gallery and perhaps even get around to opening an Instagram account!

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Stable Relationship – Straw, Sex & Spanking

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A Stable Relationship.

What can you do to keep your relationship sparky and secure? The stability within my partnership was certainly enhanced when recently we added to our stable relationship  – literally…

I come in from the other room, look around and notice our two guests have disappeared.

“Are we alone?” I ask.

“Yeah, no stamina, they’ve gone for an afternoon nap.”

“How about sex?” I joke.

He leans down and before I realise what is happening he kisses me. I take a breath.

“Come on then,” he smiles.

“We can’t right here, they may get up.”

“How about the stable, they won’t find us there?”

I laugh, loving the eager look in his eyes.

“Come on then,” I am already heading for the door. Continue reading Stable Relationship – Straw, Sex & Spanking

Good Fucking – and other hard core delights

Good Fucking

A good fucking is what a girl like me needs. I thrive sexually on a lot of attention.  Thankfully my man understands this and delivers. Here is one of the many times I was hoping for a good fucking and got one…

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Fucking Matters

Just when you think it can’t get much better, you can’t get much more into the groove – you do. You both do and you are left reeling at the good fortune that you manged to find someone so in touch with you, so aware of everything you do. Is it luck, fate or karma?

On holiday

So there we were on holiday in a south Mediterranean location without any date night clothes or indeed makeup except for red lipstick. I apply the said lipstick and dress in white lacy knickers and bra and a white shirt. We eat and drink our champagne, this time a bottle of the local sparkling dry white wine, which incidentally was extremely cheap and  of astounding  quality. Continue reading Good Fucking – and other hard core delights

Holiday Sex – Embarrassing Sex?

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Holiday Sex Matters

Sometimes you just cannot account for things that make you laugh out loud but leave you embarrassed to your core. Such a thing happened to me last year while my partner and I were employed in a little holiday sex.

We were having a joyous period – good things continually raining down upon us- and a magical holiday on a Greek island was one of these happenings.

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From our studio room you could view the sea, but the bed itself was over-looked (through the window) from the top of the building outside. When I say over-looked I mean that someone standing on the said roof could see straight into our bed room and indeed view the double bed in its entirety. But why would anyone be on the roof top in the middle of the day when it wasn’t used for anything except for satellite dishes and solar panels?

By midday the temperature on the beach was soaring. The only thing to do was go back to the room, have some lunch, a glass of wine, an afternoon siesta and some raunchy holiday sex.

My body was turning an attractive golden brown and under instruction I was stretched out taut on the bed. My man tied both feet to the corner posts at the bottom of the bed. He came up to the top and kissed me while tying my hands above my head onto the bed board.

I do appreciate that some people reading this may struggle to understand how and why I can put my body under the restraint and control of a man. It is not something I do lightly. It demands a high degree of trust and intensity that strengthens the bond and desire that flows between us. I do it for him, but it is also what I want -and need- from a relationship. It gives me the gift to be totally myself with my man; I wonder how many of you can own that? Continue reading Holiday Sex – Embarrassing Sex?

Belt Your Bitch – Fun in the Sun

Mid May 2016

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Spontaneity Matters

Today we ventured a bit further from the idyllic village where we are fortunate enough to be staying for the next few weeks. We  had been to this beach once before and were surprised to find it occupied, as a local man had informed us that it was almost always deserted and you could bathe naked there.

To reach the beach we had to cross the cliff top where the terrain was full of rocks and brambles. The journey proved worth the effort as the shoreline was completely vacant, not a body in sight.

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Belt your bitch on the beach – fun in the sun!

We laid our towels beside a tree for shade and began our picnic. This consisted of bread, cheese, tomatoes and lemoncilla.  As the beach was still void of inhabitants we stripped bare and swam in the sea. It was glorious to feel how buoyant my large breasts became in the sea water. Weightless.

Warm and Relaxed

Laying out on the towels it was inevitable,  in such a relaxed, charmed atmosphere, that we began to fondle each other. I always get great pleasure in looking at his cock when we are in our usual habitat, but here as I reached out to place it in my hand the allure seemed amplified.

With my long slim fingers  I gently stroked its length and circled the tip with my thumb. As it began to swell he leaned over and caressed my nipples.

Spontaneously he jumped up, grabbed his shorts and suggested  I follow him. I ran after him to an indented, even more secluded part of the beach.

“Lean against that rock,” he instructed.

Belt your Bitch on the Beach

I placed my hands against the rock face, my naked  body still dripping from our swim. I could see him removing the belt from his shorts and knew what was coming next. The delicious warm leather struck my arse cheek with two or three blows in quick succession. Without deliberation he followed this with a strike to my shoulder. I took a sharp intake of breath. The sea crashed on the pebbled shore behind me, the sun beat down. I felt so alive.

He put the belt down and i turned to face him. I could see his cock stiff and ready.

“Suck it bitch,”  he ordered.

I crouched and started licking his penis. It wasn’t long until it was fully taken in by my lips and submerged in my mouth. The taste was delightfully salty from the ocean. He held my head and thrust for his pleasure. Then he stopped and looked down at me. We laughed at our venture and headed back to our towels where we spent an agreeable hour or more reading and sunbathing.

If you liked “belt your bitch” read here why I am writing this type of blog.

 

 

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Date Night Matters

So it’s date night. Or date day. We started date night accidentally right at the beginning of our partnership. We had known each other for years so were well aware of where we wanted to take the sexual side of our relationship. The chemistry between us and general compatibility were very high and so we were both inspired to take the sex, and consequently the relationship as a whole, to a more intense level. Date night grew out of this desire.

With this in mind, on one of the first occasions we got to spend time together alone, he had set up a whole scenario which involved cable ties, ropes, whips and other such paraphernalia. After the course of events had been taken through to its natural conclusion we were exhilarated and excited about what we had achieved. (Read about it here). We were also somewhat exhausted mentally and physically. We were always going to have a lot of sex, but knew these special nights would have to be limited to keep them that way. I have children who are just starting to make their way in the world – I’m not in the throes of youth anymore, and neither is he.

Giving Your Time Matters

Life can be busy but we value each other and our relationship highly enough to make the time and effort to indulge the sexual pleasures we enjoy. We never fail to feel closer after a date night and may savour that time by talking about what went on for days. The evenings are generally more distinctive than the date-days as added time and effort are put into them.

Once we have set aside a night – usually about every 3/4 weeks – I start to plan my makeup and what I am going to wear. This will depend on whether we are meeting out or staying in. Often he will tell me put e how he wishes me to dress. I enjoy adorning myself just for him more than if I was going out to a bar or restaurant to socialise.  This is reflected in the great deal of effort I put into my appearance – right down to plucking eyebrows and painting nails. I am not a plastic woman and am indeed fortunate for my age to have excellent breasts, very good skin and lips, good hands and nails and long legs.  I would never dream of subjecting my body to false boobs, nails or hair. Indeed if I did my man would run a mile!

Date nights make me feel valued and appreciated. He always makes the effort to cook an excellent meal and plans the setting and the equipment to be used. He indulges me with compliments and champagne. Date days can be even more exciting as they are often spontaneous and the experience can be far more urgent and explicit. These encounters reaffirm in my mind why we are together. For him I submit because in my mind he deserves me to.

Date Night can go wrong

What happens when a date night goes wrong – or not as you had anticipated? It can happen. It is quite possible for a situation to escalate way out of control and an evening to end in tears and emotional confusion, instead of the more desired scenario. Continue reading Date Night helps you to know each other better

How Do I Tell My Partner About My Fantasies?

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How do I tell my partner about my fantasies?

Communication is key…

How Do I Tell My Partner About My Fantasies?

Talk about your fantasies

Fantasy Matters

How do I tell my partner about my fantasies? This question is one that I am sure has passed across every adult’s mind at some time in a relationship. I feel it is extremely important to be able to express yourself sexually and fulfil your fantasies with your partner, but you can’t just expect them to know what you yearn for unless you have discussed it.  How do I tell my partner about my fantasies? Well communication is paramount in any sexual relationship but particularly so when “kinkier” events are played out.

 

The following scenario occurred on a regular afternoon in my life. The incidents that happened were highly charged and pleasurable to us both. I trusted him to deliver what I desired and he trusted me to take it. This trust was not blind, it existed because we spend much time talking about our fantasies and what we both require within our sexual relationship.
If we can do that, you can too. So how do I tell my partner about my fantasies? A good place to start is to ask them first exactly what they want sexually and what occurs within their fantasies. Then you are free to explain what you long for in return. Remember they may be pondering the same question in regards to you. Such a conversation can be difficult to initiate but so rewarding in the long term. It shouldn’t be just a one off dialog either. It’s a topic a couple should return to often if they are going to keep their relationship satisfying. Don’t be afraid to ask, after all it is far more frightening to be in a relationship that is just not stimulating  you, than to ask a question that momentarily may make you blush.

 

“Do you want me to wear lipstick?” I ask him.

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“Yes that’s an idea”, he replies, removing his t shirt.
We had just come in from the garden where we had been enjoying lamb/pepper kebabs and wine for lunch. Now both hot and a little bit sweaty we had moved into the bedroom to indulge ourselves.

Continue reading How Do I Tell My Partner About My Fantasies?

Exploring Bondage – Hay-Loft Is Perfect Setting.

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Bondage Matters

Wine, Whips and Whispers in the Hay-loft

Exploring Bondage

Many thoughts  cross my mind regarding the prospect of exploring bondage, would this be the day I ask myself?

The sun is warm on my back as we sit out on the patio and unwind. I am so thrilled to see him. We have been separated due to work and are spending a few days together away from home. Our relationship, in its present incarnation, is somewhat new and I am feeling so horny towards him!

“Want to see the hay loft?” He enquires.

“Cool!”

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Exploring bondage. Hayloft.

I follow him up the wooden ladder inside the barn. It smells musty, dry and warm. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him open a bottle of Cava and fill two glasses. My main focus is taken by some ropes strategically placed hanging from one of the rafters and a horse whip lying nearby on the hay.

I take the glass he is offering and sip the sparkling wine. My mind is racing with expectation. We have talked about exploring bondage and all its trappings and because we have known each other intimately over many years there aren’t many things we won’t discuss. At this moment he is taking me at my word – have I been bluffing? I look in his eyes and realise in a short while we will both know the answer to this question.

I had a casual relationship many years before which involved spanking and some other kinky activities. With that experience under my belt I am certain I like pain and also I know that I don’t want to be the dominant one where sex is concerned, but whips and ropes?

He hasn’t been my man long. We have wanted each other for ages but circumstances haven’t been kind to us. Perhaps this fact contributed to the electric intensity that often sparked between us. We don’t have to wait anymore, we aren’t young, I think to myself. 

Continue reading Exploring Bondage – Hay-Loft Is Perfect Setting.