Virginity is a strange concept. What actually is it? If a definition had to be assigned to the word “virgin” – in the context of sex – it would be someone who has never had sexual intercourse. Yet virgin is also meant to mean, innocent or naive.Continue reading Sexual Intercourse ~ Having Sex or a Technicality?
One of the great things about memes is they can give you writing inspiration. Often I set myself the challenge of linking to more that one meme with a post. Sometimes this is loosely done but when I saw the prompts for Musically Ranting and Wicked Wednesday I new a marriage was all set.
Music and Passion
Music you like to listen to when driving and passion. Let’s do it!
The first thing that came to mind musically is Madness – I like driving in my car. Look at these brilliant lyrics.
I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
Certainly a song of it’s time.
I started dating my first serious boyfriend, Jim, a year or so after this song hit the charts. On his 17th birthday he passed his driving test. Jim worked, and the previous year he’d bought a clapped out Capri which he had lovingly restored. Jim was passionate about that car. And he was passionate about me too. Which meant one of his favourite pastimes was fucking me in the back of his Capri. (Which looked just like the one in the header from Pixabay.) And the song we listened to while having teenage sex was sooo aptly this one – Paradise by the Dashboard light from Meatloaf.
I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday Parking by the lake And there was not another car in sight And I never had a girl Looking any better than you did And all the kids at school They were wishing they were me that night And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed 'Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely dressed
However, in this song the woman begs the guy to marry her. That didn’t happen with Jim and me. He was/is a sterling guy but I moved on to my best friend Vic.
And would you believe Vic and I did a lot of fucking in his car too. We didn’t have a choice as his Mum was not keen on me and my step father hated him. His car was our sanctuary. And, this time the passion was on both sides.
Here’s an amusing story that happened during this time.
For some reason we both had the day off work. He rang. Saying he was still in bed and asked me to go over as both his parents were at work. We lived within ten minutes walk of each other so this was an easy request. I highhtailed it over, jumped into bed with him and within moments he was inside me.
So, there we were relishing our time together when suddenly the noise of the front door opening stopped us in our tracks. Shortly, his mothers dulcet tones filled the air, berating Vic for still being in bed at 11am. I can not tell you how my heart nearly jumped straight out of my chest. She went on to potter in the kitchen and then the reason became clear why she had come home for a break. The washing had finished. It was a lovely sunny day and she wanted to get it out to dry on the line. When we realised she had disappeared into the garden I hot tailed it out of the front door, while Vic went off to keep his mother distracted.
Not long after this we got a place together. But until then often we would be making out, chatting, just being together until the early hours of the morning in his car. We played so much different music and often listened to the radio. Years later, when we had both moved on to pastures and passions new, Vic said that Boys of Summer by Don Henley always reminded him of me and those heady days.
I can see you Your brown skin shining in the sun You got your hair combed back and these Sunglasses on baby I can tell you My love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy Remember how I made you scream
The weird One
I have mentioned before about a boyfriend Al. And how he kinda forced me to give him head in his car. I was slightly older when I dated him so we didn’t spend a lot of time in cars but one day when I was staying at my Mum’s house while she was on holiday he came over and was thrilled to find some Julio Iglesias music. Al was an amusing guy. We sat around drinking beer and played it all ;-). The one I remember the most is sang very passionately by Julio, in Spanish. I recommend it.
Before the days of Covid my man and I would travel all around the UK for work purposes. Sometimes playing music. Sometimes in silence. An album we both love and have played often during our years together is – Exile on Main St. by the Rolling Stones. An absolutely incredible album. But one song we can not leave behind on our travels simply exudes love and passion from the writer and singer Richard Thompson. I have mentioned this song – Beeswing – before and if you don’t listen to anything else today listen to this.
Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Music and passion go hand in hand. As I have said recently – Music feeds the soul.
Would love to know what you listen to when driving or fucking? 😉
I am standing in the middle of the room, dressed all in black – boots, stockings, knickers bra and a wide open, knee length jacket. A few minutes ago my man blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back. Not being sure what is in front or wanting to trip and hurt myself, I just stand, blinded by the dark.
Blinded by the dark
But I am getting ahead of myself. The above happened a few years ago and blindfolds often are a part of our date-night. Even though I am not totally a fan, they do make kinky sex – kinkier – and let’s remember they were being used by me, and probably you, way before Fifty Shades had a life of it’s own. In fact I was only seventeen when I was first blindfolded and tied.
Blindfolded at seventeen
My boyfriend and I were new to sex and in his mind we should try everything. Looking back I was lucky to have a confident first lover who was also an opportunist. I was happy to go along with Jim’s games although sexual tension between us was not high. Most of our activities were hurried and fitted in hastily before parents came home. But at least we tried.
I think the blindfolding incident occurred in my house and was accompanied by the
lets see how many times we can orgasm in a two hour period theme.
I was naked, laid flat out on the bed, hands tied to the headboard and a scarf around my eyes. Jim was a steady kind of lad – adventurous yet not full of surprises. So, even though all around was dark I was still not convinced he had the power. It felt like we were playing a game. Which kind of defeated the purpose of submission. That chemical sexual spark was missing between us.
The second time I was blindfolded was over twenty years ago when I had first met my man. We fancied each other like crazy. So on my part I loved to anticipate what was going to happen next when we played sex games. Anticipation has a similar effect to foreplay, because the mind is one of the greatest erogenous zones.
Right from the start he expressed an interest in tying me up. But somehow, even though we spent about 6 months ‘dating’, it didn’t happen. Then we drifted apart. I was going to be moving away so we spent one more night together. Almost as if he thought this was his last chance, he took off my stockings, tied my hands behind my back with one and blindfolded me with the other. I do like a man who makes use of personal effects.
This was a whole different ballgame to what I experienced with Jim. I didn’t know the full measure of this guy so was unsure what to expect, and I had wanted this as much as I wanted him. My pulse quickened as I sat on the side of his bed. He began licking my cunt. He had done this quite a few times so I felt a false sense of security. Just as I was starting to settle into it he rolled me over, held me in place, and gave me a hard spanking. I don’t think anything else happened. We were a little drunk and tired and both fell asleep.
When I awoke I was still tied, blindfolded and disorientated. I called out and he immediately removed both the stockings. Looking around I was surprised where I had ended up on the bed. Completely upside down. We laughed, cuddled up and slept. I got up while he was still sleeping. Grabbed my things and purposely left one stocking behind. A gift for him or perhaps an excuse to return? But I didn’t see him again for fifteen years. And over that time I never forgot how it felt to give up my sight to please a lover.
Indoors and Outside
Now we live together permanently and he has blindfolded me on many occasions. Indoors and outside.
When it comes to writing the scene I find it harder to retell the activities if I haven’t witnessed it visually. This is one of the reasons I often request not to be blindfolded for a whole session.
But one night a few years ago he told me he was going to keep my eyes covered the whole time. I was nervous about this. Knowing that without my sight I would experience loss of control. And even though I love to submit in the bedroom I take comfort in being able to see or use my hands. He took both away.
True Life Erotica ~ Senses on Overdrive
He’s left me standing in the middle of the room, dressed all in black – boots, stockings, knickers bra and a wide open, knee length jacket. A few minutes ago he blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back. Not being sure what is in front or wanting to trip and hurt myself, I just stand. I have been blinded by the dark.
It is probably only a matter of minutes but feels longer. Then I sense his presence in front of me. He hasn’t touched me but it is almost like his shadow or body heat is grazing my skin. I am becoming hyper sensitive.
Gently he strokes between my cleavage with soft fingertips and I try to relax. Then something different, something textile, strokes at my face. I hate things touching my face and flinch. What is it? It’s not his hand. The material lightly smacks my cheek. First one then the other. From the smell and texture on my skin I think it must be leather. His glove perhaps? My breathing quickens and becomes shallow. Already I’m a little dizzy. Worried I may lose my balance I express this concern.
He takes this onboard, moves me over to sit on the sofa and then pulls my face into his torso. The chest hair tickles my skin and I can small his scent. This makes me calmer. Even more so now as he pushes me back, thighs apart while he licks my naked slit. Running his tongue up and down. Familiarity helps but he soon moves on. His belt lightly whips the sensitive skin between my legs. I know so well how this feels. I take a deep breath as he increases the force and I yelp just a little.
Finally he unties my hands. Great. A little control back for me.
“Turn round. Kneel with your hands on the back of the sofa and keep them there.”
In this new position my bum is right in front of him. Thwack. His hand cracks down on my arse cheek. My holes contract as he repeats. I try and stifle my cries in case they encourage him to spank harder.
Now his knob is nuzzling against the entrance to my cunt. The warm sensation of cock against sensitive skin is stronger than ever. Not only have I just been shaved, I am also wholly relying on feelings. Jolting his hips forward in one movement he fills me and fucks me hard. Short sharp jabs. He puts his hands around my neck and exerts just a little bit of pressure to remind me he’s in charge. I never doubted it…
Being blinded by the dark apparently does me good!
This session finished with him coming on my face. His favourite finale. The blindfold had remained in place throughout, creating a lot of nervous energy. My heart had beaten faster than normal. My mind had been working overtime, trying to analyze what was going on and my breathing sped up. When we had finished I was exhausted. It felt like I had participated in an aerobic training session!
Being a little bit of a control freak on a day to day basis, I do need that taken away from me at times. Also it makes me appreciate how lucky I am to be able to look into his eyes while I’m sucking cock. 😉
My Relationship with my first boyfriend Jim was a missed connection in the sense that I never felt a deep connection with him. Although he had so many things going for him and looking back I know he would have been a respectful long term partner. Continue reading My First Boyfriend’s Bucket List of Sexual Activities
Looking back I am not sure how Jim and I fitted in our various travels but we did. Time seems to chase young people rather than when older we seem to chase time.
The soundtrack of my life. Goodness, that would take a while. So here we have the songs I dedicate to all the men I’ve loved before.