My Profile (For Standard Members)
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Posted:Aug 29, 2016 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2016 10:33 am
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THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT
THE SHORT VERSION
A long profile sometimes confuses rather than clarifies.
So here is the short version ...
Experienced educated guy, with hands that touch guided by a sensitive mind.
Not looking for 1 night connections.Does want to connect and to develop an ongoing relationship with someone who is looking for a way to meet regularly and explore all that is possible physically, both sensually and sexually.
Hoping for something that can grow into more over time (see the Long Version below).
THE LONG VERSION
What I Like
I like sharing great conversation, doing things together that intrigue us both, extending sensuality into sexuality, and exploring ways in which we can intensify the experience of relating for us both: - sometimes that involves spending time talking or doing things together that are not sexual, sometimes it does.
Words, images, art, the Internet and fulfilling work are all large parts of my life.
The Way that I Prefer to Relate to the Women (and Men) in My Life
I have moved beyond traditional ideas about monogamy being the only possibility, without being loose or casual about relating. It took 2 "forever" marriages to show me that life is more complicated than that.
An initial 2 person friendship can grow into something more complete and complicated. I have come to know that human beings need companionship, and that companionship can extend to more than 1 person.
My Values Around Honesty
Once I start to relate to someone, I am completely open about the rest of my life. I am not out to "collect" conquests. I am open to more complex ways of relating than traditional 2 person arrangements.
I know that some of the ladies on this site will view this with suspicion, as just another excuse for a man to screw around. I don't screw around. Sex as part of an ongoing friendship makes sense to me. Sex for the sake of sex with any partner feels much to random.
I am looking for meaningful connection, and like sex enough to appreciate women who just want to share on this level, while I explore the possibility that there may be multiple longer lasting. committed relationships in the last decades of my life.
Going Strong
The fact is that I wake regularly with strong erections. The women of all ages that I see at my fitness club turn me on. The women I work with intrigue me with their professionalism, their strong intellects and their bodies.
I want sensual / sexual connections ...
(from soft sensuality to strong, energetic and even to non physically marking kinky) ...
to be part of my life until the day I take my last breath.
"Sex at Dawn" - the book by Christopher Ryan - makes a lot of things that I that been aware of most of my life much clearer for me. It also helps me understand the range of desires that I see in the women who are here on this site.
What I Am Looking For In Connections
I am looking to form lasting friendships with a number of folks who are interested in exploring the last decades in our lives together.
But the only way to get there is to first meet folks one on one. So I am open to a wide variety of ways of connecting, from well formed, FWB relationships to more committed forms of being together.
But I think that I must be honest and say that unless something unexpected happens, I am no longer a traditional 2 person elusive long term relationship minded person. But I remain open to the possibility of meeting a woman whose presence and being being just enthralls me.
I might very well be a person who is prepared to be in a more complex 3 or 4 or 5 or .... person exclusive relationship. I am looking for stability in my relationships. The full range of emotional intimacy between people takes work and a willingness to be vulnerable. In my experience that works best in a long term relationship. It also changes the nature of physical intimacy.
By contrast, I have learned that physical intimacy, which also takes skill and experience and a willingness to let go personally and to give to the other courageously, can happen in a friendship which is less than sharing a full committed life connection.
The form of marriage relationship in Robert Heinlein's "The Moon is A Harsh Mistress" appealed to me as a lover of science fiction. They do so again now as a person who has tried traditional exclusive relationships in his life and found them fragile when subjected to the stress of long lives and professional careers.
My Interests and Activities - Can We Share Some of Them?
I read extensively. I write, both fiction and non fiction. I appreciate well crafted words, hoping my own pass that test with my readers. I am passionate about the potential and the future of e-learning and the Web.
I look after myself physically and am much more active than the majority of folks who I meet who are my age.
Books, large dogs, horses, a sound ecological future, movies, theater, art, photography, nature, computer technology and tantric sex are all things that intrigue me.
Me and Touch and Open Minded Sexual Expression
I adore touch and all that it can lead to, both soft sensual touch, and when agreed to, the harder ways in which more forceful, more energetic touch can express emotions and connection. Betty Vernon's book "The Boudoir Bible" pretty well describes what I have believe about the physical side of relating.
The Pictures I Have Up Here
As a photographer who spends most of his time behind the other side of the camera, I don't have a lot of photo's of myself.
Last but not least
More and more in the last years, I have drifted towards writing erotica.
On my blog I am posting a series of connected stories that I hope will eventually make up a short erotica novel.
You can find them here by clicking on the My Blog button up above.
About Personality Types
For those of who who are curious about this, I am an Expressive INTJ. I have worked extensively with the Myers-Briggs personality profile of years, especially an extended version of it called the MBTI Step II. Based on that experience, I can tell you that is possible to learn behaviors which are opposite to your MBTI type. It has been a fun part of my life to become increase my interpersonal skills, and use them to be more effective both at work and in the ways that I relate to people. It is really fun to get into conversations with people about their MBTI preferences express themselves in their sexual interactions. I look forward to exploring this with any who is interested, and with women that I am attracted to and that are attracted to me, in behavior, both day to day and sexual.
I Was Told I Needed to Add This ...
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My Ideal Connection .... ....
You are:
... Self aware
... Graceful in your sense of self
... Confident
... committed to looking after your health
... Open to exploring what can be in your life
... as interested in the talk and the sharing of interests that is part of relating as physical side of things
... intrigued by exploring the depths of what is possible in pleasure giving and taking, ranging from soft sensual exchange to harder, more energetic, forms of interacting
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Giving by taking him in ....
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Posted:Sep 4, 2016 10:30 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 6:17 am
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She woke up to the alarm on her IPhone trilling demandingly from the night table drawer when she has stowed it. She had been sleeping on her side, back towards Tim. She sensed that he was awake, laying there quietly behind her. She turned over slowly. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand.
“How long have you been watching me sleep?”
“For a while now. Just thinking about what we have done and what I still want to do.”
“Oh, and what is that?”
“Do you my way.”
“Thought you already did that in the shower – that is, do me.”
Tim smiled.
“Well, yeah, I guess sorta of, but I have something more in mind now.”
She rolled back on her back and looked up at the ceiling. The night with Tim had been so much more than she would have guessed at its start. Did She really have time for more now? The work day and the need to get ready for it were pressing on her She rolled back on her side so she could look him in the eyes.
“Tim, I have a big meeting coming up later this morning. I kept my alarm on because I cannot be late for it. And I need time to get ready. I don’t think that I have the time for this.”
He reached down and took a nipple into his mouth in response, first kissing, then sucking, then nipping with his teeth. She could feel his penis swelling up against her leg.
“Alright, give me a sec to set the IPhone. We’ve got 20 minutes’ top. When the alarm goes off, no matter what we are doing, I will need you to stop and just go so I can focus on what I need to do. Deal?”
“Done.”
“Then put on a condom and go for it Tim.”
Once he had done so, she pulled his head down to her other nipple, pushing it into him, month.
While kissing and sucking her nipple, he moved and placed himself so that he was up above her, legs on either side of hers, resting his upper body on his arms, one on each side of her chest. He worked her nipple with an urgency that spread fire down, flowing directly to her clitoris.
Without letting go, he pulled the nipple in his mouth up and out, elongating her breast. , He pushed down with his teeth the same time, watching her face carefully to make sure that he did not trip over the boundary into unwanted pain. He pulled his right leg up and pushed it between her thighs. Once there, he flexed his thigh muscles against her clitoris and lips, in time to the back and forth pulling he was doing to her nipple.
She could feel the heat spreading out from the pulsating pressure his thigh muscles where putting on her lower lips and her clitoris. She could feel her clit stiffening, reaching up into the pressure.
Tim shifted back suddenly, pulling his body down, placing his hands under her butt checks. His head was at the level of her pussy. Pushing her butt up, he placed his mouth on her lower lips, his tongue pushing them open so that he could lick his way and then thrust his tongue in and out of her.
He had her. The energy within her climbed as he kept this up. Then, She pushed up and back so that his mouth came down once again on her clitoris.
“Harder, I want harder and faster.”
Tim responded with an urgent sucking that was almost too much, almost painful, but quite, pulling her clit inside his mouth, holding it in his teeth as his sucking pulled the energy from up deep inside her into him through what he was doing to her. She started to thrash her head back and forth as her intensity climbed.
“In me, in me now.”
“But are you wet enough yet?”
She cut him off.
“Damm you, now, I need you in now.”
He pulled himself up in one motion, positioning his cock, sliding inside her in one hard thrust. He could feel himself pushing out the walls of her vagina, feel himself being coated by the warm of her welcoming moisture.
She knew exactly when he shifted from pleasing her to just thrusting in and out of her in response his own’s body’s demanding urgency. She shifted in her head as well. She just wanted to be there for him, to use the strength of her body and emotions to bring him to the highest peak she could.
She moved her hips with his, connecting to what was rapidly becoming an out of control rhythm on his part, moving faster and faster, harder and harder. She was feeling the tip of his cock deep inside her, the sound and the weight of the slapping of his balls on and off against her.
He started to vocalize, a deep moaning, then a growling coming from somewhere in side him, timed to back and forth urgency of his cock thrusting in and out of her. He peaked and held himself hard against her, one long thrust that she could feel from deep inside her all the way to the top of her head, his cock pulsating as it spurted inside her, his voice raising into a long almost scream that slowly descended as his body relaxed and fell on top of her.
She cradled him in his arms, as they both came down. Her IPhone thrilled inside the night table drawer. She let it go on and on for a minute or so.
“Tim, I have got to start focusing on getting ready.”
“Ok, yeah, I know, give me a sec and I will move.”
He sighed deeply. She pulled him tight against her in her arms, and then released him slowly, dropping her arms to her sides. He rolled off her. After a few seconds, he sat up and swung his legs off the bed.
“Ok, I will just go to the can. Then I will dress and go.”
“Tim, thank you for understanding. Once you get out of the bathroom, I will get in there. Please dress and close the room door after you.”
He went into the bathroom. She got up and quickly took her makeup bag out of her drawer when she had placed it. When he came out of the bathroom, and moved over to the chair with his clothes, she slipped by him, went into the bathroom and closed its door.
She heard him close the room door behind him just as she got the shower ready to take her.
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Words and Pictures ... and Appeal
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Posted:Sep 4, 2016 8:26 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 6:17 am
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As I spend time
moving from profile to profile
reading blogs ...
its has become clear to me
that there is much
individuality in this community
and a far greater range
of freedom to express it
that there is in
most face to face communities
the freedom here
to express yourself
is made possible
by the initial degree
of anonyonmous-ness
that exists here
and this is teaching me
I am finding that
I am learning
in a much clearer way
about who might appeal to me
and that this in no way
distracts from the
very many other ways
in which people
express themselves here
more power to
the variety
that is made possible
by AdultFriendFinder
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Learning Her G-Spot
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Posted:Aug 29, 2016 12:12 pm
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2016 12:28 pm
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Once out of the shower, they dried each other off.
As she turned to leave the bathroom, Tim said, “I need to use the toilet. I will be right with you.”
She walked over to the bed, and got up on it, sitting on her haunches, facing the hall coming from the bathroom. She placed the nJoy Pure Wand and the Fun Wand on the bed, just in front of her knees. Then she placed her hands palm up on her thighs, straightening her back up so her breasts were thrust forward. She smiled in anticipation, waiting for him to join her.
When he came out of the bathroom, she patted the bed beside her.
“Come sit beside me.”
Once he had settled here, she pointed to the stainless steel toys laying in front of her knees and reassuring him with her projection of calm and curiosity about him, asked him.
Have you ever played with toys like these? Do you know what a women’s G-spot is and have you ever someone to orgasm by stroking it?”
Tim sighed, “I have read about G-spots of course, but never really done anything about it”.
She reached down and picked up the toy with 3 progressively larger balls on one end, and a round ball – the Fun Wand.
“I like this for both G-spot and anal play, both mine and potentially yours. But let’s keep things simple for the moment.”
She played the Fun Wand back on the night table. Picking up the 8” Pure Wand, she turned towards him so that she was looking at him. She held in between them in the thumbs and forefingers of both hands, placing them at the lowest spot on its upward curve.
“When I first discovered this toy, I realized that calling it a Wand was right, for its effect on me was magic. Here, take it, run it through your hands and fingers, get to know the source of so much potential joy.” Taking the Wand from her on one hand, Tim ran the fingers and palm of his other hand over it., It was cool, its feeling was silky, the care taken in its manufacture coming through as he touched and caressed it.
“Its so smooth, and heavier than I thought.”
With a pleased, short laugh, her placed her hand over his hand on the lower curved shaft of the wand and squeezed slightly.
“This piece of shiny stainless steel has changed my sex life. It is now my favorite masturbation toy And I am going to show you to use it to bring me off, and maybe even squirt for you.”
“Squirt?”, he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“I’ll explain after if it happens, if it happens. It is still kinda of rare for me to do so. Right now, lets focus on what I know works for me for sure. Give me the Wand for now. I am going to put it here under the pillow, so that we can find it easily when we want it.”
She put a hand on his shoulder, touched her lips gently to him, pulling back with a jerk when she felt her lips open, inviting his to also do so.
“O,h how I want to kiss you deeply and long and just French with you till I am all tingly. But rather safe than sorry, even though the odds are so slight. Let’s G-spot play instead.” She smiled to take any possible sting or regret out of her words.
“Move over, so I can lay down on my back. Then settle down between my legs, placing yourself so you can reach inside my pussy. We both want to be comfortable for this.”
When she was down, he sat himself down on his bum, putting his spread legs out under hers. He shifted himself up so that he was sitting with her bottoms of her thighs resting on the tops of his.
She smiled, “Perfect, oh Tim, I want to know that I can feel how wet I am wet inside anticipating what you are going to do. Stroke my lips and know how you turn me on.”
He reached over gingerly and ran the fingers of his right hand up from the bottom to the top of her lower lips. Once there, he used his left hand to part open her outer lips, so he could reach in with this fingers and feel the moisture slowly seeping out of her. She sighed and moaning lightly.
“Oh yes, now onto more. Look, I need to be a bit teachy for a few moments, then things will go back to be anything but. You’re right handed right, right?”
“Yes”, he responded.
“Don’t worry about teaching, being with you has been a revelation. More learning please.”
She reached up and leaned forward enough to softly stroke the side of his face with her hands, smiling at him with pleasure and acceptance. Then, she settled back, putting her hands up over her head on the pillow behind her, so that the lines of her body stretched long, pushing her breasts up and forward. She could feel the taut puckering of her nipples running the stirrings of arousal down deep into the innerness of her groin. She loved the fact that Tim’s face grew rosy and hot as he watched her move.
“OK, take the middle finger of your right hand, and put it in my mouth, so that I can wet it good.”
She sucked it enthusiastically, rolling her tongue around his finger, coating it with her salvia. His eyes closed, and his head rolled back as she did so. She wondered if he was remembering the feel of her mouth, teeth, and tongue on his cock earlier in the evening.
“Right, ready. I can feel my wetness running out of my cunt down my ass crack now. Oh what you do to me. We won’t have to use lube.”
Tim’s head popped forward, his eyes popping open wide as her words.
“Now curling your fingers on your right hand back out of the way, crock your middle finger up and then reach inside of me stroking the top inside skin of my vagina.”
His eyes showed her his confusion.
“Here, let me show how your hand needs to be.”
She pulled her left hand out from up above her head, and formed it as she wanted his to be: palm up, two outer and index finger curled against her palm, middle finger reaching forward and curved up, thumb tucked out of the way.
He followed her example, showing her the shape of his fingers and hand, by placing it besides hers, each of their hands reverse mirroring the other’s.
“Great Tim. Oh my, a musician’s long fingers. This is going to be so good.”
She placed her left hand back above her head, pushing her groin up towards his waist, exposing her labia lips and slightly opening her inner passage to his view.
“Now reach inside me with your middle finger. Don’t worry, I am plenty wet, so it will go in and up easily. When you get inside, reach up with the tip of your finger just where I turn up inside, and explore the inner upper surface with your finger. Tell me what you find.”
Gently, tentatively, he pushed h his middle finger into her slowly.
“Hey, I am not going to break. You can push it right in. I am already plenty wet for you. If you need to reach where I want you to go, push the beginning of your whole hand in a bit. I’ll stretch open to take you.”
Moving more assertively he put his middle finger up past her passage and reached up insider her.
“You are there. Ok, stroke from back to front with your finger and tell me what you feel.”
“Soft, hot, wet, hey, wait, there is a rougher, wrinkled spot there that is rippling under my finger tip.”
“Oh yeah, you have found it. That is my G-spot. I just get so turned on when it is being stroked. Keep stroking. Find where it starts and stops, front to back, side to side. It’s not that big, maybe an inch or so round.”
His eyes closed. His head dropped forward in concentration, cutting off his other senses to intensify his finger tip’s touch. He was fixing the spot he was exploring insider her in his mind, paying intense attention to where it stopped and started, how it responded with a pulsating ripple whenever his finger tip come onto and was on it.
“So now, you can see the genius of the Pure Wand. Once you know where my G-spot is, and how it feels, you can use the Wand to really focus on it. You will not have to contort your hand into this awkward shape. The Want’s curve is just right. It reaches up inside me perfectly.”
He nodded as he continued to stroke her.
“When you are ready, pick up the Wand and use it to stroke where you are stroking now.”
Watching him, she knew he was reluctant to let go. This was a new wonder for him, a way of connecting to a woman that he had never experienced before. She sighed in contentment, letting take his time, riding up the intensity curve his finger tip was staring up insider her.
After a bit, he withdrew his finger and hand, picked up the Want and got ready to place it inside her.
“I like to start with the small end first, with soft sensual stroking. Once I get heated up, I want you to switch to the larger end, with more pressure, just remembering I am flesh in there and that thing is steel. Bruising there is no fun.”
He slipped his fingers out of her, and took up the Wand she had taken out from beneath the pillow in his hand. Holding it by its larger end, he carefully, tentatively, slipped the small end in her, slipping down her entrance passage and then up into the upper inner softness of her vagina. Amazingly, he could feel the rippled part of her that was her G-spot through the Wand he held in his palm and fingers. The rippling and movement inside of her as he stroked there was passed on perfectly by the steel.
She groaned pleasurably and then moaned deeply.
“Over to you, Tim. You read me really well in the shower. Do it again. Bring me off.”
He moved the Wand to and fro, slipping in forward and back, rocking it up and down, adding in the occasional side to side traverse. As he moved the Wand, he watched her face, neck and chest. Slowly but surely her neck and chest were turning rose, as the pleasure and intensity of what he was doing to her built up inside her.
When she rolled first her eyes, so that he could see the whites, and then her head back, arching into the pillow, he carefully slipped the Wand out of her. She moaned in response. Switching it end over end in his hands, he put the larger end of the Want back into her vagina. As it touched her entrance, he felt an internal suction, pulling the Wand deep into her.
He again found the rippled spot on the top of her vagina wall. Once again he started to move the Want slowly, using a figure eight stroke which put slightly more upward pressure on her G-spot in the middle of his up and down stroke than at the ends. All the time, he judged the pressure sot it was just enough to keep her climbing up to the next plateau of intensity of feeling.
And then the dam of feeling within her burst open and out. Her pelvis heaved up, down pressing against hard the head of Wand, much harder than any of his strokes. He held it still, letting her move against in in whatever way she wanted. He watched her orgasm break out from deep within her, moving out in waves to the surface of her skin, seeming to happen at once from head to toe, the energy or her release cascading out into the room.
When she finally stilled, he carefully pulled the Wand out of her body’s opening, laid it to one side, and slipped out from under her legs. He placed himself alongside of her, and pulled her against him so that he could hold her in his arms. She nestled against him softened, her breathing going from deep gasping to quiet, shallow, calm ins and outs. She was at peace. And he was proud of what he had just learned to do.
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Breasts, Breasts - Glorious Breasts ....
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Posted:Aug 26, 2016 2:02 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 6:17 am
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As I look through the pictures
on this site
and see the large variety of breasts
that you as women choose
to display here
I realize that my life experience
has been extremely limited
because having been in only a few
committed relationships
I have not had the opportunity
to touch, feel, and kiss
the endless, glorious variety of women's breasts
that I see portrayed in the photos here
My life is richer
because of the immense
sense of potential that
your visual sharing of your breasts
have given me
Thank you
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Stretching the Limits of Acceptance
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Posted:Aug 26, 2016 1:51 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2016 7:42 am
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In the last two years, I have spent time on FetLife. I have learned a great deal about the range of ways in which people express their sexuality. I am very thankful to the many people there who have openly shared what they what they do and what they experience and what they feel. I value FetLife, despite the crudeness and the crassness of many of the men there and the vulgarity of some of the women. What I have learned there has been me going back to it, much more than the silliness crass commercializes and social stereotyped limits of books like the "Fifty Shades of Grey" novels.
During my time on Fet Life, I have deeply come to appreciate and to feel what it means to say:
"My kink is not your kink,
but I can accept your need to express yourself in this way sexually,
as long as it is sane, safe and consensual."
During my time there, I thought I was a tolerant kind of guy, who could accept anything that two adults could do within this framework.
But then one of the men, who I had been following for years,
who described himself as a sadist
tipped me over the edge.
I had always thought that
he and his companion
were kind of extreme,
but as long as it
was clear that
what they did was consensual,
it was ok with me,
even I knew that
there was no way that
I was willing to do to another
what he did to her.
Then he posted a picture
of having stapled her labia
and I lost my tolerance.
Then there was a women
with who I became friends.
Her writing about what she
was experiencing, the feelings
was so exquisite and insight
that I deeply appreciated
both her craft and her sharing
as she expressed
what she was thinking and feeling
and the thoughts
she was having
as she experimented
around kink exchange
with a new partner
she taught me much
about what it was to be
another person whose
experience of life and
sexual exchange
involved the extremes of pain
and was was so different
from my own.
Then they began
to explore a kind
of physical exchange
which left her with
what will be
permanent scaring
and I felt repulsed
rather than intrigued.
It is several weeks later now,
and I have not been
back to FetLife
in the meantime,
as I have been thinking about
these people's experiences
off and on as I write erotica
I have come to the realization
that there are limits to my tolerance
and I am glad that there are.
Contacted kink exchange
is all about sensuality to me
about the intensifying of pleasure
my own pain / pleasure boundary
is often confused enough
especially when the hormones get flowing
that I am prepared to negotiate
a lot of different kinds
of behavioral exchange
that I am prepared
to top and to bottom
in ways that go beyond
vanilla sexual interaction.
But I now know that
there are certain things
that I just will not do
even if they are things
that my partner wants
to have done to her.
Mark permanently ...
Cut the skin to cause blood to flood
Deal with scat or urine
Role play in ways that involve animal roles
Engage in daddy / baby girl exchanges
Live out master / slave permanent arrangements
Sane and Safe and Consensual
is a two way street
it means that what we do
has to be so for me
as well as you,
and much as I am
prepared to stretch
who I am
and what I believe
in order to satisfy
the needs of my partner
there are things
I am will not do.
But oh
the intensification of physicality
the deepening of release
the driving up of hormonal driven threshold points
are sure part of the exchange
that I like to be into
both giving and receiving
and kink is only part of life
it can only happens
within the broader living
in which I deeply admire
self aware, self confident, thinking partners
individuals who are first and foremost
independent self accepting people
who happened to been born female
I will no longer look at the parts
of FetLife that show the kind
of behavior about which
I am less than tolerant
and I believe myself
to be a better person for it
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Tantalize me . ...
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Posted:Aug 26, 2016 11:07 am
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2016 11:04 am
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In the last week, I have been writing and uploading a blog post series which will I will turn into a short erotic novel.
As I write, I keep AdultFriendFinder open on one of the screens of my computer.
When I get run down by putting words into Word,
and my inspiration flags
I turn to AdultFriendFinder
and do a search for women
who are reasonably close and new.
I opened some of the profiles to get inspired to get back to writing / editing more words.
But as I have done so,
(my open profile count is now above several hundred),
I have begun to realize
that I am more attracted to profile pictures
that tantalize rather explicitly reveal.
The swell of a breast under a garment,
the smile on a face when it is exposed,
the curve of a butt under
the lines of exquisite lingerie
all grab me more
than the sight
of a hand on a clit
or the sight of an open
and exposed cunt
or asshole
Maybe it is just me
Maybe it is not
Maybe it is time for a poll
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Showering ... and Sex
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Posted:Aug 26, 2016 10:47 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2016 1:02 pm
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Se woke up before he did. She guessed that they had been sleeping for about 30 minutes. She let herself sink the pleasure of laying quietly beside a man she has just dominated sexually in a most sensual way. She thought, “Oh yeah, this is part of what I want in my bedroom life. I feel so solid knowing that I can take a man to the peak of pleasure – that I control the sex agenda- that I decide when he orgasms – I want more of this although I don’t want it to be the only thing I to do in the bedroom.”
Tim opened his eyes and rolled over so that he was looking up at her.
“Hello there, how long have I been out?”
“Guess about 30 minutes or so.”
He sighed, “and how long have you been laying there looking at me sleeping?”
“Only a few minutes, I dozed off too at first.”
She rolled onto her back and stretched herself out, hands up over her head, toes pointed down to the foot of the bed, breasts and pubis thrust up towards the ceiling. She realized that Tim had pulled himself up on one arm so that he could watch her. She tingled internally in response, and a twinkle came into her eyes. She rolled back on her side so she could look him in the eyes.
“What do you said we shower and get this coconut oil off us? Then we will could back here, and can take you through how I want you to touch me. My turn to come ….”
Tim leered at her, “I can wait. Can you?”
“Yes, and so will you.”
She punched him on his shoulder lightly.
“Now do as you are told. Get the shower started and get in it. I like it in between more than warm but less that hot. Get in and wait for me. No soaping or touching of yourself till I get there. I will strip these towels off the bed. I had the hotel bring up extra ones earlier, so we will have lots of clean ones.”
Bouncing up, he mocked bowed to her.
“Yes, Boss. Please don’t be long. And if I get the shower temp wrong, what will happen to me?.”
“Just git. I want the pleasure of watching your butt as you walk to the bathroom.”
He put on a show for her, swaying his hips in an exaggerated parody of a haute couture model’s runway strut. She laughed out loud, enjoying his show and his willingness to play it for her.
Once he had gone, she swiftly stripped the towels off the bed. She opened the nearest top dresser drawer and placed the nJoy Fun Wand and Pure Wand she had brought with her, along with the jar of coconut oil, on top of the towel she had folded on the night table beside the bed.
Then she skipped to the bedroom, singing “I am off to wash the boy toy” to the tune of “I’m Off to See the Wizard” from The Wizard of Oz film in her head.
He had left the bathroom door open. She walked into the humid air there and paused for a second before the shower curtain.
“So did you do as I told you?”
“Yes Ma”am! Come in and tell if the water temp is what you want. I have just let water run down over me, not touching myself in any way, just as instructed by you.”
“Be right there. I bring my own soap, shampoo and conditioner. I don’t like the stuff they give you in hotels.”
She passed her bottle of fine French shampoo and conditioner in through past the far end of the shower curtain.
“Here, put these away for now. I got oil into your hair as well as my own. So we will have to use them. I will bring the soap with me when I get in. Then turn so that your front is facing the shower. Don’t turn round until I tell you too.”
She waited till he was facing the shower. Then she got in behind him, reached her hand with the fine scented French soap by him to wet it.
She washed his neck, shoulders and back methodically, one hand rubbing the soap over him, lathering him, her other hand following in a steady stroking caress. He was whip cord lean, with long toned muscled laying flat over tendon and bone. When she was about half way down his back, he moved forward and braced himself against the front wall of the shower with his up stretched hands. The water from the shower head caught her in the face as he moved.
“Hey, a little more care please.” He chuckled in response.
She moved down to his buttocks. After soaping them, she put the soap down and used both her hands to knead the lean muscle there. He was skinner in the bum than she liked in her men. But he would do.
“Stand still”.
She picked up the soap again and thoroughly lathered her hands. She put the soap back down, then used one lathered hand had to slowly pull aside one side of his ass. With the fingers of her other hand, she thoroughly washed his ass crack and rosebud. His butt clenched as she did so.
“Relax, breath in and out slowly. I am not going anymore, more, at least now>
He slowly relaxed as she finished what she was doing.
She took the index finger of hand had been using and put it against his rosebud.
“This may be a promise of things to come.” She could feel him tense under her at her words. So she took away her finger, and gently stroked all over his butt with both hands.
“When I have finished here, I will quickly do your legs. When I am done, turn round so that I can wash your front.”
She worked down each leg of his legs quickly, soaping first the back of it, then reaching down to do its front. Even though it took her a less than a minute to do each leg, she savoured the feeling of his muscles under her hands as they flowed down over this thighs, then down passed his knees, finally down overs his lower legs to each foot.
“Ok, now turn and put your arms down, keeping them away from your sides, so that I can wash all of your front easily.”
He did so. Her vagina spasmed within her as she saw his erection, his cock hard, pointing upward toward her breasts.
“Put that away for now. You will need it later.” She slapped it lightly with one hand.
“I am quickly wash your chest and below. Lean forward enough so that the shower streams hits your back and not my face.”
By the time, she could down to his groin, his erection had gotten larger. His cock was pulsing in time to the movements of her hands.
“I told you to put that away. Ah well, if you can’t, you can’t. I am going to wash it how, and then your balls. When I am done, I want you to kneel so that you can move your head in and out of the water’s fall as I shampoo our hair.”
She took her time washing his balls, turning it into an extended tease, slowly rolling them from hand to hand, squeezing, pulling, tugging, all the time watching his face. He put his head back into the spray, rolling his eyes closed to keep them closed as the water ran over the front of this face down onto his chest.
She gently let go of his balls, and took his cock in both hands one behind the others. She titled her body so that some part of the water falling on her flowed off her chest onto his cock enclosed in his hands. She gently moved her hands back and forth, twisting one hand one way and the other hand the other, stroking and teasing him rather than washing. She carefully watched his face, making sure that she was pushing him on without risking pushing him pass the point at which he lost control. After a few minutes of this pleasure torture, she stopped and let him go.
“As I said, you will need that later, now kneel as I told you.”
As he groaned and shifted his body so he could kneel down, she backed up on of his way, and reached over and picked up the shampoo. His head was now at the level of her belly button.
“Tilt your head forward a bit, so that the water is on your back. And close your eyes, I don’t want the shampoo to get into them.”
She put some shampoo into the highest part of his head, and then put down the bottle. Using her fingers, she turned the shampoo in a lather filled the shower’s air with the scent of tea tree oil and rose hips.
She massaged Tim’s head, slowly, putting enough pressure on with her fingers to gently move the skin of his scalp, but not enough to stretch to the point of its natural give.
“I am going to reach up and remove the nozzle from the shower cradle. It’s one of those detachable shower heads and hose things. I’ll move it around to wash the shampoo out of your hair. I think that we will skip the conditioner for now. Make sure I don’t fall as I reach over you please.”
She deliberately moved her crouch into his face as she reached up and over him. His hands grabbed her ass checks and pulled her crouch into his face.
“O.K., I have got it. Let me go. Now head back so that the shampoo and water flow away from your eyes and mouth.”
She could feel the reluctance in which he let her ass go.
“Good,” she thought to herself, “Got him to the point where he is going to have to show that he is a man in control soon.”
She rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, using her hand to guide the water so that the residue of soap washed down his back to the shower floor.
“All done. OK. Up please, and let me slip by you. Your turn to do me.”
Once he was on his feet, she handed him the shower head and slipped under his inside arm. She was already facing the end of the shower. So she simply reached braced her herself against the front wall, pushing her butt into his body as he was turning around. She caught his erection between her ass checks and gently wiggled it to and fro.
He stepped back to break their contact. She sensed that he was doing something with the shower head. She felt its stream on her back change as he moved its settings from spray to single harder central flow.
She felt his curtain near arm snake around her under her breasts. His fingers of that hand came down on her far breast, taking her already engorged nipple hard between forefinger and thumb. He snaked his other arm, the one holding the shower head, around her as he pulled her back tight against his chest. Then he positioned the shower head so that its steady, hard flow struck her groin.
He positioned the stream of water so that it was playing directly onto the junction of her lower lips, awakening her clit. He moved the shower head back and forth, sot that the force of its stream of water stimulated her clit under its hood, now circling now, now moving from one side to the other. He had her. Her clit responded vigorously. She could feel it emerging up out of its hood, seeking the water’s pressure and warmth.
He played her steadily, gauging her degree of arousal by the increasing body weight of her than he had to support with the arm he had under her breasts. As she sank in response to her growing arousal, he tightened the pressure of his thumb and forefinger on her clenched nipple, driving her further up arousal’s slope.
She came loudly, screaming into the steady sound of water against her loins. As she came down, he kept directing the water on her clit, moving the shower head slowly further away from her body, so that the pressure of the water decreased as she came down. He stopped when she finally took the full weight of her body back onto her feet.
When she was full supporting herself again, he let go of her breast and chest. He reached up over her and placed the shower head back in its bracket. He had dialed it back from steady central flow to gentle rain like spread.
“Brace yourself against the front wall with your hands, please. Time to wash you.”
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Controlling His Coming
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Posted:Aug 24, 2016 2:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2016 11:04 am
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She opened her hotel room door and ushered him in.
He smiled at her, “I am just going to use the bathroom, o.k.?”
By the time he came into the main part of the hotel room, she has pulled down the top sheet, blanket and bedspread and had folded them over the foot of the bed. She had spread two of the hotel’s large bath towels on the center of the queen size bed.
She was waiting for him, sitting in the armchair that faced the short hallway which was the room’s entrance. She had divested herself of blouse and skirt, and sat legs slightly apart, arms on the arm rests, head slightly tilted to one side, a confident smile on her face.
She knew that he would like what he saw – her curt breasts framed by exquisite black lace, attenuating an athletic body, long toned legs leading down to high red heels, and a trim waist, leading to her butt, well set off by black lace of her thong. He stopped dead, a pleased smile deepening the lines of his eyes and jaw.
“Tim, undress for me. Do so in a way that will intrigue me.”
There was no mistaking the tone of command in her voice. She gestured to middle of the clear space in the room, just a few feet away from her chair, but far enough in front of her so that it would all be visual, while close enough so that the attraction currents running between them could arch back and forth through the space between them.
His shirt came off first, his fingers spreading it out to each side as they opened button after button. He took the time to walk over and lay it carefully on the top of the dresser at the side of the room, giving her a chance to see the lines of his back in motion. He moved back to the spot she had indicated. He slipped his shoes off each foot with his other foot, one by one, kicking each shoe quietly over to the dresser. He bent forward gracefully, twice, each time to pull off one of his socks. He tossed each sock onto its correct shoe.
He undid his belt and zipper, letting his slacks fall to the floor. The budge in the front of his jockey shorts signalled his reaction to her and to undressing for her.
She put up her hand, stopping him as his thumbs reached into waist band of his jockey shorts.
“Oh, I want it off you all right. But the minute it is gone, please lay face down in the center of the towels on the bed. I want to start by putting my hands all over your body, getting to know it.”
He nodded, slipped of his shorts, and then took a moment to pick up his slacks. He carefully laid slacks and shorts on top of his shirt on the dresser. Then looking at her till the last possible moment, he walked over to the bed and laid down as he had been instructed.
He wiggled his butt back and forth for a few moments, dealing with the problem created by the stiffness of his swollen cock. Finally, he reached down and pushed it up and to one side beneath his belly.
She felt the first electric stirring of desire to have him in her deep within her groin. She grinned, knowing that the first drippings of her inner fluids would be dampening the lace of her thong. She stood up, bent over and picked up the jar she had placed beside her chair before he came into the room.
“This is organic coconut oil. I use it because my body loves it. I never had any bad reactions to it, even when I use it as a lube and when it gets up inside me. It is a skin loving way to smooth a massage. Do you any issues if I use it on you?”
A muffled no accompanied the slight negative shaking of his head. She took a moment to look at the lines of his body, laid out before her, a prime male to be pleasured in ways that she longed to perform. Rachel would approve.
“I am going to massage your neck, shoulders, back and butt. I want my hands and eyes to get to know your body and its responses to my touch. Let me know if anything I do is uncomfortable for you.”
A muffled, “ok”.
She got up on the bed on her knees, and then swung her leg up over, straddling his butt. She took of the top of the jar and dropped it to the floor beside the bed. She placed the jar beside him on the bed, within easy reach.
Placing a bit of the solid white coconut oil into the palm of her left hand, she rubbed her hands together, the heat of her motion turning the white substance into a warm oil. As she did so, she sank down gently so that the cheeks of her ass rested lightly on the curved lines of his butt.
She started by stroking and working the muscles in the back and sides of his neck. She wanted to tantalize and to intrigue. Her goal was sensual now. The sexual would come later on.
She moved down to his shoulders. When her fingers found a knot in his muscles, she placed a palm on it, and then shifting her body slightly forward so that her body’s upper weight rested on the knot through her am, she willed releasing energy down through her arm into the knot.
After doing this a few times, she realized that the feel of her bra on her skin bothered her. She leaned back, putting weight on his butt and reached behind her to undo its clasp. Leaning forward, she let her breasts swing free, and bent down to brush them against his back, as she reached up to placed the discarded bra on the bed above his head. She stayed that way until she was sure he could feel the hard pressure of her nipples in the center of her breasts on his back. Then, she swayed up slowly and resumed her massage of his back.
She worked down steadily, shifting her body down his, pulling the jar down with her as her hands moved from shoulders to upper back to lower back to butt. Her strokes were long and full. Whenever she found a knot in his muscles, she repeated what she had been doing – palm on, body weight on, and then energy to release it willed down her arm. But now, each time she did this, she ended it by swaying her body down, placing her breasts and belly against him, arms at his side supporting her weight, then slowly letting them relax until she was resting her body’s weight against his. Then, after a minute or so, she would sway up again and resume her massage.
She could feel him getting more and more relaxed. By the time she had shifted her body down to his ankles, she was working on his butt. She was careful to put no pressure on his legs and feet, since she wanted him to stay in the somnolent relaxed state created by her massage.
The big muscles of his butt moved soft and yielding under her hands. Now it was time to stir things up.
Taking a little more coconut oil out of the jar, she carefully lubricated all of the fingers of her right hand. Then she reached into the crack of his ass with her middle finger and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the tip of it down from the top of his crack to his anus. She rested her finger on it for a moment, pushing slightly against its wrinkled skin, watching his reaction.
Then she turned her finger over, rubbing it against the palm, refreshing its coating of oil. She slid her fingers down further, stroking the skin between his arsehole and the beginning of his balls. The muscles of his back, neck and shoulders tightened slowly in response.
She swung her leg up and off him and stood up beside the bed.
“Turn over, legs slightly apart, arms by your side.”
By the time he had turned over, she had slipped off her thong. As she took it off, she had felt how its bottom strap was soaked with her inner flow.
She came back onto the bed, sitting on her haunches on one side of him, her knees one each above and below the level of his upright penis.
Looking directly into his eyes, she picked up and warmed up a new dab of the coconut oil on her hands. Then she placed one hand on the shaft of his cock, and with the other cupped his balls.
“Oh, I love how you are erect for me. It is making me tingle inside. If I let you reach over between my legs, you could feel how my insides are damp with flowing for you.”
As she ran one hand up and down his shaft, the other massaged his balls. There was enough warmed up oil on her hands that she could touch and flow and tug and pull without putting any pressure on, with no real friction between hand and cock skin at all.
Holding his balls, she reached up with her penis hand and ran her thumb nail gently back and forth along the slightly protruding roll that separated penis tip from shaft. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his neck arch in response, and the whites of his eyes roll back until both his eyes slowly closed.
“Oh, just feel that, Tim, feel that, and let your energy flow.”
She saw the first drops of pre-cum squeezing out of his penis tip. She slowed the movement of her penis hand, and released her other hand from his balls. She reached over to the night table beside the bed, tore open the foil packet and then deftly rolled the condom she extracted onto his stiff, accepting penis.
Then she shifted her body, swinging one leg up and over, and then sinking her bottom down as faced him, ending up with her ass checks just resting on this hips and her penis hand holding his erection softly against her belly.
She swayed her body forward till her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she could place her lips against his.
She whispered, “time to come inside me” into his opening mouth.
In one smooth move, she arched her body up and placed the tip of his pulsing penis just inside the opening of her vagina. Then reaching over, she placed the fingers of each hand around his nipples. she slowly tightened them, moving from finger tip to nails, until she held each nipple tightly between her nails. She timed this with her slow sinking down on his penis. When she was done, she had his penis held in the muscles of her core and his nipples held in the nails of each hand.
She threw her head back and just stayed still for a short while. Then she started to ripple her inner muscles, pulsating them against his penis. He started in surprise. Her intercourse dance had begun.
She moved up and down on his shaft. Each time he was again fully enclosed within her, she pulsated her inner muscles against his penis before she slowly rose up again. As she did so, she slacked off and increased the pressure of her nails against nipples, so that they were held hard in her nails when he was fully inside her, and soft in her finger tips at the top of her body’s upward stroke. She felt his penis swell enough more within her in response.
He was moaning and groaning steadily louder as she moved up and down. Then he started twisting his head from side to side. She could feel his legs arching up beneath her body’s weight, from his ankles up into his butt. She adjusted her balance accordingly.
And then, as she sank down onto him, she could see him explode and feel it within her. She arched her head back and clamped down hard on his penis with her inner muscles. She felt pulse after pulse within her, shifting her into a sense of ever after, leaving her feeling like this would never end.
When he finally completed his ejaculation and collapsed between her, she sank down gently so that she could hold his penis within her without putting any weight on his belly and hips. She stayed there for the time it took for his penis to shrink and slowly pull out of her.
When he was fully withdrawn, she rolled down on her side and put her upper arm over him. She could feel him fall asleep, totally peaceful and trusting. She closed her eyes and joined him.
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Moving On
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Posted:Aug 23, 2016 9:44 am
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2016 2:02 pm
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Her gut sense has been right. They had gone to a B&B for the weekend, mostly because there was a park close to it with several outstanding waterfalls. It was late September. The change to fall color was in full swing. They planned to work on photographing the reflections of the leaf color in the swirling water around the waterfalls.
After a long day outside, focusing hard on making images, they went for supper to a small restaurant recommended by the B&B host. It was quiet, and almost empty. The food was great, a mixture of Italian and Greek. They both skipped their usual bottle of red wine, asking for a simple beer to drink with their meal instead.
By the end of supper, her energy had come back. She decided it was time to have the conversation with him, the one in which she laid out what she was feeling and wanting about their sexual interaction.
He listened carefully, but as some point, when she started to talk about sometimes wanting to be the one in control of their bedroom sessions together, she felt him tune out. His body was still there, but his mind was no longer there for her. She kept on trying to explain what she was feeling and wanting from him. But it was clear that all she was getting back was the appearance of listening, not real tuned in taking her in.
That night was the first time in their weekend trips away that they did not engage in some form of sex. He said that he was tired, and not feeling well after tramping through the park all day. He wondered aloud if maybe he was coming down with something – perhaps an early fall flu.
She could not sleep. From his breathing, she knew that he was in fact gone and not pretending. She had always enjoyed watching him sleep beside her, and knew all of his sleep patterns well.
But she could not stay beside him. She got up carefully, put her thick, long B&B be proper robe over her nakedness. Then she carefully left their room.
She ended up in the B&B’s sitting room, wrapped in a blanket, legs tucked up under her in a big comfortable arm chair, reflecting on the last months with him.
She realized that she had a choice. She could bring her needs, wants and feelings up again. But she wondered if he would react differently. The thought that rather than coming down with something, he was coming down from her started in the far reaches of her mind, and moved front and centre. She no longer was the enthusiastic follower of his erotic lead. Now she wanted more. Now at times, she wanted to be one in control. She wanted to top him from time to time, as much as she wanted to be bottom to his top at others. She felt that this was fair, and a great way to continue to explore her sexuality, a trip on which he had started her.
She drowsed a bit, and then woke up with a start to the ideas that he was hiding who he really was behind his “leader of her” role. Or maybe that was all he was, someone who comfortable relating to her as long as he was the designated sexual leader. At times, he felt like some of the men who came across like sensitive doms she had been reading about on Fet Life. They seemed sensitive to the needs of their submissive partners, but were really only so as long as the sub stayed within the man’s comfort boundaries. To her, these men seemed like most of the men that she knew, users of a women’s sexuality, rather than a partner dedicated to exploring both his and her needs. They were perfectly comfortable being sensitive, as long as the sexual interaction did not require them to fact their own limits or ask them to explore news ways of personally responding to a woman’s sexually.
She reflected back through their weekends together. There had been a lot of great sex. She had enjoyed it, and the opportunity to engage in her love of photography. But sitting here, in the middle of the night by her self in a strange B&B siting room, she came to an insight about him.
She was the better photographer. Her technical skill exceeded his. Her sense of image and composition was more creative and more graceful than his. Whenever she has made suggestions to him about how he do things with his camera and lenses, or frame a composition, he ignored her ideas. She could not remember a single time when he had acted on what she had suggested. She could not bring back a single thank you for something he had found useful. He was never not polite, or annoyed for more than a brief moment. He just simply ignored what she had said, except for the brief flash of surliness that ran across his face when she first made a suggestion about how he could take a better picture. She wondered if the way he responded to her ideas when they were photographing together would be the way he responded when she made suggestions about their future sexual exchange.
Eventually, she fell asleep in the chair. The sound of someone moving around in the kitchen beside the sitting room woke her up early, before the sun. Her legs were cramped under her. She got up and walked to the dark sitting room window, keeping the blanket up over her shoulders. She stretched up and left the feeling of crampiness in her legs behind her.
“Morning, want to come in for an early coffee. It just ready. Or if you want privacy, I can bring it in here. You take it black if I remember correctly, “said the B&B host had poked her head in through the kitchen -sitting room door
“I’s like to come into the kitchen, as long as you don’t mind un-talkative guests in an unattractive robe cluttering up your morning kitchen.”
“No problem. I have lots to do. We are catering a dinner for a party of 22 this afternoon, and I am earlier than usual when all I have to do is make breakfast for my B&B guests. I have lots of food prep to keep me busy.”
Installed in the kitchen’s east facing window seat, with a pot of coffee and breakfast cake, cream cheese, fresh fruit and jams on a small table beside her, she watched the sun come up, announcing the beginning of what will be a glorious sun filled early fall day.
As she sat there, quietly sipping her coffee, she recalled her dreams. In them, she had clearly been going down on someone other than him. She had delighted in her sexual lead of a man whose face and body who shifted between one of the better looking married hunks at her office and one of her favorite male movie stars.
As her recollections came to an end, she could have sex with whom ever she wanted. She had not committed to him in any forever or long term way. There had been what she took to be an exclusivity agreement between him and her as long as they were seeing one another. But she now realized that this was something she had made up in her mind. She had never directly asked him not to see other women, or men for that matter. They had had the necessary conversation about disease and safe sex. He had agreed that he would do nothing to expose her to the possibility of sexually transmitted disease. Condoms and some thoughtfulness would take care of that. But she now knew that he had never explicitly agreed to see her only.
She started her second cup of coffee, then ate some of the fruit, and a piece of the breakfast cake with cream cheese. She was having breakfast without him, for the first time on any of their weekends together. It felt freeing.
In that moment, she decided. She has been putting off a number of business trips to out-of-town for months. She could easily arrange this work travel so that she would be tied up for the next 3 or 4 weekends. She wanted space and time to work through all of her feelings: about what she was experiencing, about the new longings she was having, and about what she really thought and felt about him. Based on their conversation last night, she guessed that he would not be upset about this.
She went back up to their room. He was still asleep. They always slept together naked, skin to skin. She dropped her robe on the floor, and carefully slide down the sheets as she crept onto the bed beside him. She placed herself so she could take his soft penis into her mouth. With a great deal of affection and thankfulness, as well as joy in her ability to give, she brought him to erection, then to orgasm and ejaculation. She swallowed his semen with a new sense of pride in her skill as an orchestrator of male sexual satisfaction.
She told him about her need to travel for business in the next weeks as they were driving back to her home. She was right. He calmly accepted what she had to say, only saying o.k. He turned the car radio to the jazz station they normally listened to while driving as soon as she had finished talking.
He said nothing more on the drive back. He smiled at her and said “Goodbye”, when she left his car with her bag at her apartment building door.
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Growing Sexually
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Posted:Aug 22, 2016 3:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2016 2:01 pm
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Things were getting more serious between them. Ever since he had introduced her to nJoy toys, she was finding out more and more about the physical side of herself. There had even been a day when she asked him to bring in out Mr. Eleven, the largest nJoy toy.
He had taken special care to make sure that she was deeply aroused before he introduced it into their sex play. Then he placed the well lubed 11-inch-long, two-inch-thick toy at the entrance to her vagina, and whispered “imaging yourself pulling it in by sheer will power”.
Once its head was in her, it seemed to go easier, filling her vagina and her mind with a sensation of fullness that she had never experienced before. She had not orgasmed in her usual way, but instead had what was a slow, long lasting out of body falling over the brink that went on and on as he slowing and carefully moved the large toy in and out of her vagina.
They had started to spend weekends together. Their shared love of photography gave them a reason to travel to places and events they both wanted to shoot. Early on, she has established the norm that she paid her fair share of the way. Doing so gave her the feeling that she was not beholden to him in any way. She was there by her choice. She could leave at any time by her choice.
The fact that he went along with this in a matter of fact way, without fuss, with just moment to moment practicality about who paid what when in a way that balanced over their weekends together empowered her. Although he led sexually, she never felt like she was owned or controlled by him, just guided into new sexual things she wanted to experience. Mostly he suggested them, but sometimes she did.
For her, it was a time of exploration. She always took care to give back in return. She first read about and then talked about and then experimented with taking him in her month and throat. It took several weekends to get beyond her gag reflex, but eventually she was able to take him into her throat all the way to the point where her lips touched his balls.
She learned about Kegel exercises, and practiced them during the week. She got to the point where she could straddle him, taking him up into her, and then milking him by combining the movement of her hips with the pulsing of her inner muscles. She often ended their weekend this way, totally entranced his facial expressions and the noises he made as she brought him to orgasm. There were times when doing so tipped her over into her own release. Then they ended up sunk together in one big entwined heap on the bed as they slowly came back, each from their own level of satiation.
They seldom saw each other during the week. His job as an operational IT executive, and hers as a senior account manager for a software firm meant long days and fulfilling work for them both. But they mostly kept their jobs from getting in the way of their weekends together.
After about 6 months, she began to experience a change in the way she felt about their relationship. She had learned much from her about sex and physical expression. She had been willing to follow and let him lead. Now she wanted to things, to go even further, to explore some of the things in Vernon’s “Boudoir Bible” that they had not yet tried.
Their weekends together were a mixture of long pleasure sessions mixed with good meals and intriguing, often independent, sometime shared, sessions of photography. Their pleasure sessions where long and satisfying. More and more, they planned some part of them together. But they were oriented to her pleasure, although it was clear that he got a great deal out of giving to her. She felt that there was a lack of balance in them, with little opportunity for her to explore what it was like to lead, to be in control, except for the brief times she either took him into her mouth or rode him.
She sensed that she had a darker, stronger side of herself that she wanted to bring out. She wanted to be the one to lead at times, to be the top for one of their pleasure sessions.
In the past 2 months, some of her evenings had been spent on Internet dating and sex sites. She had started on OK Cupid, liking the range of questions that she could answer there. She pretended she was a man in one of her two profiles, so she could read the answers and comments on answers to questions she found intriguing written by women. She also found the crassness of responses to most of the men who responded to her minimal female profile deeply distributing.
She moved onto AdultFriendFinder, which seemed to allow her to be much more open about the fact she was there learn through reading profiles exchanging e-talk with others, including women. The blogs there intrigued her. She followed some women regularly. It was all about learning for her, about finding out about a range of sexual behavior that she had never known existed.
On AdultFriendFinder, she first learned about kink, tying some of the things she read in profiles there to some of the parts of the Boudoir Bible book. She moved on to Fet Life, again creating a minimal profile. She spent several weeks the exchanges in the groups there and the postings by individuals. She resonated with the exchanges around sensual domination and submission. She was delighted by some of the images she saw there, of men and women. Photographers like liquiderotica gave her a sense of the power and the depth that was possible in this darker side of sexual exchange.
At the same time, she was appalled by some of the harder, harsher sides of kink, especially the pictures uploaded by women after they had been beaten or marked with canes and whips and hands. The range of ways in which human beings expressed their sexuality and the ways they related to one another astonished her.
She began to wonder about the pain / pleasure threshold, and went looking for clearer insights in the more medically focused and sex education sites on the Web. She found much of what she saw on Fet Life and AdultFriendFinder as too extreme for her. But she was becoming aware that she was probably what Fet Life called a Switch – a person who got as much pleasure from being in charge – the top - as being the one who was led during sex – the bottom. She realized that she wanted to do her partner as much as she wanted her partner to do her.
She also was aware that even though she let him lead, she was the one setting the limits to their own sexual expression and exploration. Control and power were more complicated in sexual exchange than she had at first believed. It was not as simple as who was apparently in charge.
She now knew there were layers in all this, some as basic as “who decided what they did at any particular time sexually” and others deeper, more complicated, such as “who decided who orgasmed when”. She realized that although she set limits on the things they did together, at first he had been the one made the who orgasms when decisions.
But as she became more proactive during their sex sessions on the weekends, she was now also making these decisions from time to time. She wanted to be able to talk about all this, find out how he was experiencing her taking charge at times, how he reacted to her deciding when to bring him to orgasm. It was clear that she was pleasing him physically. But she wanted more. She wanted to intimate with his mind and his internal feelings as much as she was when she was pleasuring his body.
For some weeks, she struggled with bringing these issues up with him. He seemed to be happy with the way things were. She was worried that she might spoil what up to now had been a good thing between them.
But then she read a blog post by a woman on AdultFriendFinder. In it, the 65 year old woman clearly described what she had given up by always agreeing to follow the men in her life in bed. This woman was disappointed in herself. Only now, in her mid 60’s, had she insisted that her ways of expressing her self sexually, that her desire to be in control at times, were as respected in her relationships as those of her male partners. The woman wrote about what she had missed in life by letting a socially conventional tradition run her sex life.
A day or two later, she read an answer to a question on OK Cupid that completely blew her away. The question had been “would you do things sexually that your partner asked you to do that you were uncomfortable with?” The women who had answered it had been clear. Sexual exchange was as much as giving, taking, and caring as was ever other part of the relationship. Everyone in a relationship needed to take responsibility for helping the others in it experience themselves in as full a way as was practical.
“Sex is just one part of a relationship. To make any relationship work over the long run you need to take all your partner’s needs into effect. Refusing to work though what it takes to do for you to the things your partners want you to do to them sexually, as long as those things are not physically damaging or dangerous or so odious that any only the deranged would do them, is to not care for the person whose full being you are committed to. Just because I don’t enjoy it being done to me does not mean that my partner does not enjoy experiencing it. If I care for my partner, my caring will help me get over my limits, so that I learn to give and to care in in the ways that work for them, even if they don’t work for me. And you know what, over time, I learned to enjoy doing things that I at first thought I could never do.”
She read and re-read this, being moved to a different place by it. She wanted to be cared for and care for her partner in this way. She wanted a full partnership with an equal, not one defined by social roles.
She decided it was time to risk and see if they would grow together in ways that let her be the full person that she was becoming. She might lose this man who had given her so much. But it was better to move on now she knew about these sides of herself than give up them up and find herself disappointed in her self later in life.
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They had connected on an on an Internet-based adult dating site. He had carefully arranged to meet her for the first time in a safe way. They went to a musical together, having supper first. At the end of the evening, e had kissed her gently on the lips as he said goodbye to her outside her apartment building. Everything he had done and said on that first traditional date had reassured her. He was not what she was looking for physically, a bear of a man rather than a Hollywood buff one. But he was thoughtful, in reasonable shape, and very considerate.
She had agreed to see him again. They had gone walking by the lake, and had talked about their families, their jobs, a shared interest in photography and their lack of optimism of about the current slate of politicians in power.
At one point, they had sat for a while on a bench, on a short point jutting out into the lake. It had been a warm summer day, with a light breeze coming off the lake keeping it from being unbearably hot. No one was around them. He had looked into her eyes for a few seconds, and said “just say no and I won’t kiss you”.
She had said nothing. He had reached over and put his lips on hers, and what started as soft sharing of lips touching had rapidly moved on to opening mouths and entwining tongues. They had necked there on that public bench, something she had not done since her teenage years.
He had pulled back from her when some people appeared in the distance. Sitting there quietly beside him as the people passed behind them, she had been aware of a sudden surge of physical need for him.
When he had dropped her off at her apartment building that afternoon, he had taken her in his arms and kissed her again gently. Then he had pulled back from her and said fiercely “The next time, I hope we don’t get interrupted”, and smiled. Alone in her apartment, she had tingled with anticipation at the thought of spending time with him sexually.
And so things that moved on. The next time they went out, she had invited him to the apartment at the end of the evening. He had spent the night. It had been a time of slow. long kisses, soft body exploration, deep foreplay involving fingers and lips, both upper and lower, and finally release. She had curled up against him after her orgasm, and fallen asleep. In the morning, he had scrambled away early, after kissing her gently, saying he had to go home and change for a meeting he had that morning.
They continued to date for several weeks. Not all of their dates had led to sex, but the ones that did became progressively more satisfying. They had learned each other’s bodies and touch points. He had touched her as much with his voice and his sensitivity to her feelings as he had with his hands and his tongue.
He had encouraged her to express herself vocally during sex, something she had seldom done before. She had found that it intensified her feelings. He had asked her what worked and what did not, as they varied the ways in which they touched and came together. Talking to one another about sex, both during and afterward, became a normal part of her relationship with him, something they did as naturally as talk about the other activities they shared together.
Then one day, he asked her to lunch in a way that made it clear that they could not spend the afternoon together. The restaurant he had chosen was quiet, calm without being dark, comforting in both the quality of its service and its food.
Over lunch, he told her that his feelings for her were moving beyond affection. He wanted to spend more time with her, and explore their relationship in deeper ways. He realized that involved a level of commitment. He was willing to make it. But he had added that for him that also meant moving beyond their current ways of relating sexually. He knew that this would involve starting down a path that was different from anything she had experienced before when relating emotionally and physical to another person
.When she asked him what that meant, he had given her two brochures and a book. One brochure described nJjoy’s line of stainless steel toys. The other was an invitation to a 10-week program on Tantric sex for couples. The book was a copy of Betony Vernon’s “The Boutique Bible”. He had asked to read them and to think about whether or not she could see herself exploring these things with him. She agreed to read the book, and not get together with him again until she had done so.
She was unsure about all of this. What he wanted was beyond her experience. She had never played with toys, and wondered what they contributed. She had always thought sex happened naturally, spontaneously. But now this man who wanted to keep in her life was telling her that it took practice and learning and planning. It felt more like work that spontaneity. But she had not wanted to lose him. She agreed to try things, as long as they could go slow, and not overwhelm her.
And so now here they were on a Friday night, at his house for the first time, planning to spend the entire weekend together. He told her that it would a weekend of making good food together, sharing a little good wine, watching movies they both loved, and beginning to explore the boundaries of sex toys. She was willing to place herself in his hands, both literally and emotionally, at least for this weekend. He would lead, she would follow.
On Friday night, they had pepped and cooked a vegetable stir fry together, laughing and kidding each other at their food prep peculiarities. It was the first time they had cooked together. They took the wok, plates, utensils, opened wine and glasses in with them into the living room. They ate as they had watched the English dubbed version of “Mostly Martha”, a film that they both had watched alone and now wanted to watch together. Then they had gone to bed.
In many ways, the sex they had shared that Friday night was no different from the sexual contact they had had before – slow kissing and extended touch in which he led and she followed – culminating in a coming together of penis and vagina which had led to mutual orgasm, followed by sleep.
When she woke up on Saturday morning, he was not beside her in bed. She heard the shower running. She got up and went to join him. He welcomed her into the warm water, and proceeded to wash her - soaping her entire body, and then shampooing and conditioning her hair. Afterwards, they dried each other off, laughing and alternating soft touches with rougher toweling. She gave as good as she got.
When they were dry, he handed her the silk gown she had brought with her, which she had left hanging on the inside of his bathroom door. He wrapped a dry towel around his waist and asked “hungry- in which case I will make us breakfast, or do you want to play first and then go out for lunch?”
He took her in his arms, looking down at her face carefully. What happened next was up to her.
“And if I choose play first?”
“I have set up the guest bedroom as our weekend play room. We go there and talk and explore.”
She put her head down against his chest, breathing in and out in the controlled way she used to release tension – tension that has rippled up through her at his words. After several slow breaths, she turned her head up, reached up and breathed the words “Play room” into his mouth as she kissed him.
Taking her hand, he led her down the hall. When she walked in into the guest bedroom, she saw that he had set it up for them. He had pulled the upper sheets and blankets down off the queen size bed. They had been folded and placed on a small table that stood against the far wall. There were a number of soft towels, as well as paper towels and a box of hand wipes beside them. As well, there were a number of bottles of what seemed to be massage oils and creams.
There was a chest at the foot of the bed covered by a soft white towel. Laying on it, she recognized a number of nJoy’s stainless steel toys from the brochure he had given her to read.
Beside a cabinet in the far corner of the room, a small space heater purred quietly. The air in the room was warm on her skin. She would be comfortable here for a long time in the nude, a fact that she appreciated since cold deeply distracted her. He guided her to the bed. She sat her down and waited for him to make the next move.
“Give me a minute to put some music on as background.” He opened the cabinet doors and started the CD player in it. Soft, gentle piano jazz slipped out of the room’s corner speakers, creating a background which did not intrude. As he did so, she slid off her robe, and scooted down the bed to look more closely at the nJoy toys.
He handed her one. “They called this the Pure Wand. See how its finish is almost silky, it has been polished so well.”
She ran the fingers of one hand along the large bulb at one end as she held it in other hand. “Why is it curved? I thought dildos were straight and plastic. Does not the steel make it too cool?
“Easy to clean and sterilize. You can just put it in the dish washer afterwards, or wash it with rubbing alcohol. And it is curved so that it is easy to stroke your G-spot with either small or larger bulb at each end. Did you read about the G-spot, that lovely source of female delight in Vernon’s book?”
“Yes, and I got curious enough to explore inside myself with my fingers when I masturbated this week. It is definitely there, and it really does pack a punch for me. Thanks for the introduction.”
He handled her another of the toys. “This is called the Fun Wand. It is kind of a favorite of mine.”
“Why, how do you use them on yourself? Oh, you must put it in …. “. She giggled.
“Yes, the three balls on this end certainly do the job for me when I put it in my butt when I masturbate. I have tried all of these on myself, except for this large one there. I wanted a sense of what they feel like and how they move so that I know better how to use them on you.”
She put the second toy down on the bed beside the first at her side, and reached over and picked up largest one- all eleven inches of it. “Its heavy. And wow, it has got to be too big to go, well you know …”, she sputtered.
“Yes, I don’t even want to think about putting it in my butt. And it is heavy. But I suspect that under the right circumstances, when you are true and properly aroused, you will find this a very satisfying stretch which fills you up in ways that I never could.”
She shrugged, saying “I am not in a hurry to try”. She picked it up and passed it from hand to hand, running her fingers over it. “So smooth and so heavy, so much more than your cock which seems to do everything I need. I might be prepared to play with the first two. But this hunk of metal does not seem like a toy to me, more like a weapon really”. She pointed to the last two smaller plug like toys, each of which had a curved closed handle at one end. “Why two butt plugs when people have only one butt?”
“But there are two of us, the larger one sized for me and the smaller one sized for you. When I put it in when I masturbate, it massages my prostate, which is really quite the thing.”
“I am not so sure that I want even that little one in me. But maybe I will change my mind after I see you with yours.” She grinned. “Are you going to teach me how to stick it in your butt?”
“As you wish, as long as you use the lube in the bottle on the other table over there”, he smiled and pointed to one of the bottles on the table with the sheets and towels.
“Enough talk, onto to action. Lets start with a massage. I give, you receive. I am going to spread two of the bath towels out on the bed, so that the massage oil does not get into the sheets. Once I have done that, lay down on them on your stomach please, since you have already done me the favor of removing your robe. I do like looking at you.”
She reached over and pulled the towel off his waist. “I do too, soft and small or strutting up and erect – well I guess I like at the rest of you too.”
He motioned as her to lay down, as his cock started a slow swell in response to her words and leer.
She was well aware of how effective his touch on her skin could be. But he had never just massaged her before. He started on her shoulders, and worked down her back, then bum and ten each leg. She let herself drift into the feelings his hands and the oil were producing. He was every bit as skilled as any massage therapist she had ever experienced. He worked quietly, occasionally commenting on knots he found in her muscles.
“I am not really going to go deep today. This is all about sensuality – feeling, not massage therapy.”
When he got to her feet, he worked each one carefully, stretching the tendons carefully and then each of her toes.
“Ok, time to turn over. I stayed sensual on your back. Now I am going to turn up the heat and make this more sexual when I get to your breasts and pussy.”
He was ture to this words. His fingers on her nipples tugged and teased and twisted, his touch steadily increasing in intensity as she got more excited. She could feel her body’s inner moisture starting to slip out from between her lower lips, down onto the towels below.
When he got to her pussy, he ran a finger up and down over each of her outer lips. She could feel him smile through her closed eyes. He sighed in satisfaction.
“Doing the right things for you, I see. Good. If anything I do from now on, bothers you, tell me. But remember this is all about taking you to new places, and please try to ride the newness long enough to give it a chance to turn into pleasure for you.”
He worked her outer and inner lower lips carefully, softly, his touch increasing the excitement within her, and with it, the ever increasing flow of her inner fluids out from her core, out over his fingers.
His depth of his touch increased and decreased in time to her ever deepening excitement. He was bringing her to higher levels of pleasure and feeling while not letting her spill over into release, something she had learned that he was quite good at in the past weeks.
He pressed a finger deep inside into her. She could feel it curling up into the front of her inner passage. Suddenly, she felt him stroke that small patch of rippled inside that she was her G-spot. She arched up her back while she pushed down her pubis, wanting him to touch her more.
She almost panicked with he withdrew his finger. But it was replaced by the soft touch of the smooth round ball of the Pure Wand. She let herself slide into its strokes. Steadily, the pressure of her internal excitement build as he moved the round bub over the ripples occurring within her. Finally, she could hold it back no longer, exploding into the first G-spot orgasm of her life.
When she came around, he was laying beside her looking down at her as she lay in his arms.
“So?”
“Different, more intense, - ah, I don’t want to analyse it. It was ah so good.”
She smiled at him, and then reached up so that she could kiss him. His mouth opened up under hers, and their tongues connected and started to move, one around the other. As she kissed him, she thought “Goody, this is only the beginning of this weekend. Oh boy.”
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Sex At Dawn - a book provoking thoughts
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Posted:Aug 21, 2016 7:48 am
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2016 2:17 pm
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I read because it makes me think
and I do enjoy thinking
Reading "Sex At Dawn"
which makes a lot of sense
to me
and seeing the number of thoughtful women
who are abused by the men who send them
crazy comments and cock shots
without trying to connect on any
real level
makes me wonder if there
have always been men
like that
and in a more
community oriented sex culture
the connection and dialogue
among the women about their partners
made it more difficult
for men like this
to be without appropriate social sanctioning
More to think about
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