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My blog advocates sex should be liberating, not bound by social conventions. I write about all things personal, curious fiction and post erotic images too. I support individualism & personal growth.

Wearing my wife’s panties by Rafael

So happy to have a guest post from the ravishing Rafael… I asked him about his experiences wearing women’s panties…


How do I feel about putting on my wife’s panties?


The first thing I feel is sexy. Very sexy. Such a tickling down my crotch, that just getting ready makes me feel hot, even though I’m completely naked.

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The Real Thing 2 ~ Lovely Linda in 69


Part Two: Back for More of Lovely Linda

So far… Ted is just a man, without a plan! His woman left him, so he tried out a sex toy that acted as a time portal. He travelled back to 1969 and got down and dirty with the Lovely Linda. A second sexy session with her retuned him home, but left him wanting more…


For the next few days my mind was spinning. I was that guy in the movie who time travels and gets shagged en route. Surely I must have been dreaming?

I managed to get on with work and then livened up an otherwise dull weekend just remembering what had happened with…eh… Linda.

How could I forget.

And not mention wondering how that happened with Linda. I’d been playing with a male masturbatory toy one minute, the next I had travelled back in time 40 years and was fucking a sexy petite blonde who — let’s be real — today would be the same age as my mother! Don’t get me wrong, I like the older lady. I’m no spring chicken myself. Gone are the days when sexy college girls look my way. Hang on… I should say — hardly any sexy women look my way.
 
Now it’s Sunday night and I’m feeling pretty lonely. Eve, my ex, called today wanting some of her books and photos returned. By post. Not, ‘bring them over.’ So I need comfort. Would the toy take me back into the arms of lovely Linda? It’s worth a try. And an orgasm will help me relax. I’m chairing an important meeting tomorrow, and I could use a decent night’s sleep.
 
Taking it out of my bedside drawer, I lay the sleeve-sex-toy beside me. I need to be hard before it does its magic, so I begin stroking the length of my dick.

Slowly.

Pulling the skin right up and back — over the head until I’m rigid.

I don’t need Eve — maybe… just maybe… I can get to see Linda again.

With that thought I encase my cock with the toy and hit the switch. Shutting my eyes to create more of a sensual mood and envisaging Linda’s cute bod rubbing up alongside me.
 
Wow! I can’t get over how real it feels. I could swear my dick is being sucked and soothed by a pair of lush, sexy lips.

The juice is building up in my balls and just for a moment I open my eyes, and am stunned and thrilled to see the lovely Linda. On her knees, pert titties jiggling slightly as her head bobs up and down on my dick. Her tongue soothing my swollen knob with each suck of her mouth. She flutters her false eyelashes, seeming to love every second of worshipping my cock, and I start to come, holding her head in place, pushing in deep. Shooting right down her throat.

Then, as my length bounces out of her mouth, I watch her swallow. What a good girl. Eve always hated my jizz and would spit it out every time. I stroke Linda’s hair thinking it’s so cool to see her again.

“Betta to swallow, no mess that way.” She grins and wipes away a dribble from the corner of her mouth onto the front of her cuff.

Looking round I recognise the same small bedsit where I landed last time I used the toy. She disappears to the bathroom, returning in a frilly nightie that looks like it’s made of a scratchie, red nylon and jumps into bed. I lay down beside her. I have to make sure I am home in time for work tomorrow. And for that to happen, I need to ejaculate. But I get the impression Linda is quite a rampant woman, so no doubt a morning encore will be on the cards. My mind drifts and soon I fall asleep with Linda’s head on my shoulder.

I awake to a shrill voice. Looking over the other side of the bedsit I see Linda fully dressed, bag in hand and about to walk out the door.

“I’m on the early shift Ted. No rush for you to leave. See-ya later.”

With a wave of her hand she’s gone.

For a brief moment I lay still, relaxed by the familiar feeling of morning wood, thinking things could be worse. But then I panic, remembering time does not seem to stand still while I’m here. It will be morning in real time, 2010. I need to get back. What I mean is, I must travel forward. If I miss that meeting, there will be all hell to pay.

I make a quick visit to the bathroom and ponder my predicament. If I have a wank that may be good enough to do the trick. It seems the orgasm is the time-trigger, so I recline in the only easy chair in the pad and start stroking my dick.

Closing my eyes, I think of the night before and Linda’s soft lips knowingly sucking all the juice out of me. Yep. That does the trick. I pump my shaft, making sure to tease the end with my thumb on each motion. I’m so nearly there when, for the second time today, a voice propels me back into this strange new here and now of mine…

“Coo-eee Linda. It’s only me, Julie. Come for the rent. Don’t get up, I’ve got my key…”

The lock turns and before I even have the chance to move my hand, let alone hide my modesty, the door is flung open and there is — Julie — standing in front of me.

Her wide eyes settle on my cock. The tip of her tongue grazes her top lip.

“Oh my. What have we here?” She giggles.

“Ted. I’m Ted. Linda’s… em friend?”

I’m still hard. The strangeness of the situation pumps adrenaline into my veins and my pulse quickens.

Julie stands her ground. She’s a little older than Linda. Probably about forty. Her hair is up in a turban-type scarf, and she’s wrapped in one of those lurid house coats that were so popular back then. Well she would, wouldn’t she? After all, it is 1969.

I manage to compose myself long enough to start rising out of the chair but she stalls me.

“Oh no big boy. You stay exactly where you are.”

Julie’s eyes are still fixed on my crotch, and I can hardly believe it as slowly, starting at the top, she begins undoing the buttons of her yellow, flowery house coat. When she gets to the bottom, the garment falls from her shoulders. Exposing her nakedness. Large breasts, a neat waist and an extremely hairy muff. The sight pushes me back into the chair and makes my cock spasm as she walks towards me, boobs swaying.

Plonking herself on the arm of the chair she brazenly reaches down for my cock.

“What a nice surprise,” she mewls, expectantly.

Almost involuntarily, I grab her breasts, weighing them in my hands before taking a nipple in my mouth and suckling as if my life depends on it…

To be continued… One day…


Header image of Lovely Linda is from the free public domain.

Thoughts of 2021 and 2022

I am not really sure what will be in this post. It isn’t preprepared, written in word, and then copied over. It is just me writing my thoughts.

2021

In my last post, I mentioned how I hadn’t felt comfortable writing exactly what I wanted to, on my blog. To a certain extent, I was censoring myself. I just didn’t need the hassle of do-gooders or virtue signallers getting on my case if I stepped out of line in terminology or opinion. So I wrote less. But that does not mean I wasn’t productive. I have been mega productive in 2021.

As well as a much-needed move of home due to health reasons I have:

I did take a break from my meme 4 thoughts and have not really taken many erotic images but, the grass has certainly not been growing under my feet…

2022

Is here! So looking forward…

My Blog

I may share more of my Medium work on here. Some is dark erotica / transgressive, but I will make sure content warnings are in place.

I intend to get back to writing more on my blog too. However, I have a feeling much of it will be reflective, such as about life things that are affecting me. I have been enjoying sex things, but at the moment – the way my mindset is regarding the world – I have no inclination to write about it. Although erotic fiction will still play a part here, I am sure.

The last year was mentally tough for many reasons, and taking sexy images didn’t figure at all. And at this moment I have no desire to return to that area of creativity. But I suppose one should, never say never. I do have a few unseen photos taken in 2019/20 that I will probably share and would always rather use a picture of myself, or someone I know, to head a post than take one from a free image site.

4 Thoughts

My meme will be back very soon. I have a new idea that I think will work for many writers, but still stays in keeping with the reason f4tfriday was set up in the first place many years ago by Kilted Wookie – to get you thinking.

Life Matters, the ad-hoc resource meme I have run from Sex Matters, is set to return for a month. TBH I think at the moment my whole blog should be called Life Matters rather than Sex Matters. Although, getting both life and sex right can contribute to your happiness and mental well-being 🙂


NB: Recently, I have put several of my more explicit blog writing/images under a password for personal reasons. If you want to view them, you can buy be a coffee, (it takes time to keep creative endeavours going and although money can’t buy time, it helps to fund caffeine!) With coffee in hand I will email you the password.

Many thanks to all of you who have kept reading my work over these past difficult years…

2021 2022

Party All Night Long

2021 has been an odd year for so many people. Add on the knocks you would have received anyhow and those that came courtesy of the new world we are having to live in, and, I expect most of us will want to cheer off 2021 in the hope 2022 will be better.

I will admit that this year I have felt differently about many things. The restrictions plus what happened within the blogging community in 2020 have had a knock on effect and I suppose basically left me in a position where I didn’t actually feel totally safe sharing what I wanted to, on my blog. I began to censor what I was posting. This is the reason I have simply loved my time on the Medium platform.

I know many people don’t understand the fascination with Medium. I was like that too. But it soon became a place where I felt safe writing what I wanted to write. Without censoring my feelings or the content within my fiction. It feels like a community, within walls. It has enabled me to regain my community confidence, which hopefully will see me back to sharing more on my blog in 2022. Although, I am a believer that nothing stays the same, and it’s important to evolve. But my blog can help me do that. My space…

Blogable is also evolving. Which I am excited about too.


It’s My Party

New Year’s Eve is seen as party time for so many. Imagine I was having a blogger/writer party, I would certainly want to invite many of those I’ve already met or work with online.

  • These five people – friends/colleagues – would be at the very top of the list. I’ve met two of them and I would LOVE to meet the remaining three.
  • Other bloggers I have already spent a little time with, Eye, Cousin Pons, Missy, HL and Eve, would be there as well. However, there would be a few I’ve met who wouldn’t get past the bouncer 🙂
  • If you are a guy who wears panties – consider your invite in the post.

But then, counting the cards, I see I’ve only 12 invitations left to go to writers I admire and would love to meet… Here’s who’d they’d be sent to.

Dirty Dozen

  1. Jor Adams – A wonderfully creative and special person.
  2. Modesty Ablaze – I have total admiration for this woman.
  3. Barefoot – I think she has a pure soul and is a terrific writer.
  4. Snake and Charmer – What a couple. They could dance at my party!
  5. Mrs Fever – A unique writer and generous person.
  6. Marsha Adams – A intricate person and top-notch writer.
  7. Nero Black – A party would not be a party without him!
  8. Kinky Katie – An instinctive writer who I think I would get on with.
  9. Francesca Demont – A fantastic, gorgeous and intelligent human.
  10. Mila – She will always have a special place in my heart.
  11. Brigit Delaney – Kind of fascinates me, and what an amazing fiction writer.
  12. David Mei – I think I’d really enjoy a conversation with David.

Thank you to all who have supported my blog or me over the last few years. It is always appreciated… Where ever you are in the world and what ever you are doing, I wish you a happy new year…


I also have a blog roll of sorts here…


NB: this post was really meant to be ready last week for Marie’s 500th prompt, but it works well enough for this one too…

2021