tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59592187425410292862024-03-13T00:54:58.116+00:00Love and lust in LondonLove and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-84026145175149359742021-01-20T10:33:00.003+00:002021-01-20T10:33:45.112+00:00Phase<p>Hmm, maybe this is a phase - just something I need to get out of my system. Maybe, but I told myself that about a decade ago when I first started to fully explore BDSM and other kinks. If it's a phase, it's a really long one.</p><p>Not only is it a long phase, it's persistent. Right now I'm sitting here in the middle of a pandemic having had no way of enjoying my kinks for almost 4 months now. Does this mean that I've been slowly weaned off of kink? Does it fuck.</p><p>I imagine it could be another 4, 6, 12 months - if not more - before my Dom (or maybe even switch) urges get to manifest themselves physically again. I'm craving it. I'm getting spanking withdrawal symptoms - I find my hand just swinging through the air for no apparent reason. I'm starting to think that rope has ever more useful applications. The other day I got distracted when securing my bike to railings...what else could I use this bike lock for?</p><p>It's clear to me, therefore, that kink is now fully baked into me. I'm going to have to develop some sort of coping mechanism until I can next get my hands on a willing sub. Of course, that day may never come, in which case I'm going to have to actually find a way to permanently exorcise this part of me and be at peace with that.</p>Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-91644345988912845742020-12-16T11:06:00.000+00:002020-12-16T11:06:02.964+00:00Dick pics<p>I've been searching out information on how to take better dick pics. It appears that preferences are varied, and often contradictory ("DO take a pic in the bathroom mirror"/"DON'T take a pic in the bathroom mirror"), although the demand for such pics to be consensual is consistent.</p><p>Being asked for a dick pic is a very sexy thing - knowing that someone actually finds the idea of your naked body arousing is a massive turn on. But, even when I've been asked to keep someone in constant supply of such pics, I always ask first before sending. My opinion on how ugly (in various senses of the word) and traumatic the dick is has been discussed <a href="https://londonloveandlust.blogspot.com/2019/02/i-hate-dick.html" target="_blank">before</a> - a picture of my cock is a weapon I wouldn't surprise on any partner, even if I have ongoing consent to do so. I'll be honest here and say that, even though I have had such consent, in the past I seem to remember sending a pic without double-checking with the recipient. Life is an eternal lesson.</p><p>Here's a novel idea that I should have come up with much sooner: asking a partner or potential recipient what kind of dick pic they would like. Would they like the dick firm? Fully erect? With a hand grasping it? Up close or with some context? From above or below? In bed? In the bathroom? Outside? Maybe a request form would make things easier.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvBZoEaUewDTLTz27S_kC27tPhHCu3h_oGxsxtRjEIgJmA4YM2WvgZNRTQb0GFM9zVskdqLdPde-gB6gF4AFHpFpO-ueeVIhxVQSvoVfjwYpNmyPPGiR8k57-rmqPWDhksmLowBOU2rA/s416/Request+form.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvBZoEaUewDTLTz27S_kC27tPhHCu3h_oGxsxtRjEIgJmA4YM2WvgZNRTQb0GFM9zVskdqLdPde-gB6gF4AFHpFpO-ueeVIhxVQSvoVfjwYpNmyPPGiR8k57-rmqPWDhksmLowBOU2rA/s16000/Request+form.jpg" /></a></div><p>As you may have begun to realise, getting a dick pic right is important to me. I enjoy photography, I am amazed at the beauty of the human body, I'm an occasional participant of <a href="https://sinfulsunday.mollysdailykiss.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Sinful Sunday</a> - I would never consider taking a simple snap of my dick. In fact, I'd estimate that for every one dick pic that a partner receives, I've deleted at least half a dozen more - all of them edited out because they don't meet my exacting requirements. The pics that do make it through are carefully cropped and maybe a filter applied to accentuate certain parts.</p><p>Because of my need for dick pic perfection, I'm gratified to see so many articles which have people suggesting what they appreciate in a good cock shot. Even though, as I mentioned at the beginning of this post, there are a lot of contradictory preferences (and that's hardly a surprise), it's gratifying to know that such pictures are appreciated. However, until penis owners stop sending non-consensual dick pics, then, in my opinion, this particular art form will ever be considered particularly sexy.</p>Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-69675344190619050602020-11-27T17:05:00.000+00:002020-11-27T17:05:12.705+00:00Toy instructions<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C0BhYkQL4IemRvvKzn8HQKluv0KTlinQpV99Yh5OQEr8iIZL5GV3H_OyKqT1KoBBmQlU-_u07e2IyrZ_IGsNNhQR87P5eFR4OiY1FwVDHWXKIFmIBLKX0ZH_b8eFJwimRDbtow953nI/s512/plugs.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C0BhYkQL4IemRvvKzn8HQKluv0KTlinQpV99Yh5OQEr8iIZL5GV3H_OyKqT1KoBBmQlU-_u07e2IyrZ_IGsNNhQR87P5eFR4OiY1FwVDHWXKIFmIBLKX0ZH_b8eFJwimRDbtow953nI/w285-h285/plugs.png" width="285" /></a></div><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Do get wet<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Treat with care<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Keep well watered<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Best enjoyed naked<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Wipe-clean surfaces<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Allow rest before re-use<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Some parts may be swallowed<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Two can plug in at the same time<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Post-play hugs and care essential<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">May make a noise when stimulated<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Wash in bath with warm soapy water<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Starter buttons located all over body<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Flatteries not included (must be earned)<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Gain total control with finger in rear orifice<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Self-lubricating (use extra lube when necessary)<br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">If becoming bratty, reset with gentle hand around neck<br /></span><span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Frequent hair strokes and forehead kisses recommended</span><p></p><div class="yj6qo"></div><div class="adL" style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"><br style="background-color: white;" /></div>Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-38189957576886767742020-11-12T22:17:00.001+00:002020-11-12T22:17:53.382+00:00Men in unison<p>This MFM threesome story is a 9 minute read, partially inspired by various real-life events.<br /><br />---</p><p> Gabriella was in the third and final year of her engineering course at St Andrews university. It was early December and this was the first opportunity she'd had to visit home in Sussex since August. As had become tradition, on the second night of her return she went to see her friend Jack, play cards, and take his money.<br /> 'And that's all of my cards gone!' she said, laying down a 7 and a 6.<br /> 'How?! How do you do this?' Nick asked, partly amused, partly exasperated.<br /> Like Jack, Nick had met Gabriella sailing dinghies at a local club. Unlike Gabriella, the two boys had decided to pursue careers on the water, both of them now merchant navy officers, and both currently on shore leave. When they weren't sailing dinghies, the three friends had always played cards - another tradition which remained unchanged.<br /> One thing which had changed was that the boys had now grown into handsome men. Their bodies had stretched and they had lost that teenage hunch. And, as Gabriella now saw, they both had some hair on their chests.<br /> 'Mate, I told you we shouldn't play strip rummy with her,' Jack said, neatly folding his shirt and placing it on the table.<br /> 'You said you'd been practising!' Nick retorted. He, too, was now only sitting in tight boxer shorts.<br /> Gabriella smugly dealt more cards, wearing everything she'd arrived in except for her shoes and socks. Seven cards to Nick on her right, seven cards to Jack on her left, and seven for her. Within minutes it became obvious she would beat them again. Not long after that she threw down her final cards.<br /> 'OK boys, take 'em off.'<br /> Jack and Nick briefly exchanged a look of rebellion. But, men of honour, they silently stood and revealed the rest of their bodies. Two firm butts, two fine penises. Gabriella only just managed to stop herself drooling on the table.<br /> 'One last game,' Jack said, having hurriedly covered himself with his hands. 'Winner takes all.'<br /> 'Er, I already won. You don't have anything left to remove,' Gabriella replied, her eyes on her prizes.<br /> 'We win, you gotta take everything off,' Nick said.<br /> 'Right, and if you win again Gabby, then Nick and I...erm, Nick and I...'<br /> 'Have to kiss,' Gabriella finished for him.<br /> 'What?!'<br /> 'For ten seconds,' she continued.<br /> 'Oh hell no,' Nick said.<br /> 'Wait, I think I can win this one mate.'<br /> 'You've not done anything this evening to give me any confidence in that.'<br /> 'Trust me.'<br /> Not long after that Nick realised that he should have trusted his instinct and not trusted his friend. Gabriella inevitably triumphed again. She pushed her chair back so that she wouldn't be in her friends' way.<br /> 'Ten seconds, I'll time you.'<br /> Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, both men leaned in and lay lips upon each other. Gabriella kept one eye on her watch and another on their exposed cocks. To her amazement they both started to harden. Ten seconds passed and she didn't say anything. Another ten and the men were now fully erect, their hands beginning to explore.<br /> Thirty seconds passed before Nick and Jack finally pulled away from each other. Thirty of the hottest seconds Gabriella had ever experienced, watching their quivering cocks in an unmoving en-guard position, two plump fruits begging to be plucked.<br /> The boys shared a smile when they saw how aroused they'd both become. Gabriella didn't want to interrupt this tender moment, in the end it had been the Jack who finally remembered that she was in the room. He noticed the focus of her gaze, took her hand and placed it on himself. Unprompted, her other hand sought out Nick. While her friends resumed their passionate kiss, Gabriella slowly pumped their proud erections.<br /> Firm erections. Thick erections. Shiny erections. Gabriella was salivating and could resist no more. She dropped to her knees and took first Jack then Nick in her mouth. While she sucked one she masturbated the other. Her naked sailors moaned deeply - instant positive feedback for her oral efforts. It was her enthusiasm which enhanced her skills. The lust within her flowed ever faster as she savoured the sensation of cock against lips and tongue<br /> As soon as the thought struck of having her friends fill other holes, Gabriella stood, took hold of their cocks, and led them into Jack's bedroom. She pushed them onto the bed and stripped, gratified to see that they remained hard while they watched, hungry for her.<br /> Gifting herself to their lust, Gabriella slid onto the bed between them. Her body was instantly sandwiched on either side by the two strong sailors, naked flesh against naked flesh. The hard evidence of their desire pressed against her and, as if they were communicating silently, Nick at last put his mouth against hers while Jack focused his oral attention on her other lips.<br /> Jack kissed all around Gabriella's vulva, teasing her and making her ache for a touch on more sensitive spots. At last he planted a kiss on her labia, his tongue darting out to lay upon her engorged clit. It licked a delicate pattern before roaming down and in for a taste of her. <br /> In perfect synchronisation Jack kissed his way up the naked woman's body just as Nick began kissing his way down. The men met at her breasts to share a kiss and devour a nipple each, before Nick continued on for his turn at Gabriella's cunt. His saliva mingled with Jack's, which mingled with the juices of their supine and spread friend.<br /> Jack and Nick were an efficient team, adept at drawing out pleasure from deep inside Gabriella's willing body. Jack reached into a bedside cabinet, grabbed a condom and tossed it to Nick, who expertly pulled it over his tumescence before offering it up to Gabriella's well-tongued hole.<br /> At the exact moment that Nick eased into Gabriella's cunt, Jack gently encouraged his cock into her mouth. Both men pistoned in and out in unison, as if they were somehow connected through the fully-filled woman.<br /> Nick's dick grew bigger and harder inside her, stimulating ever more erogenous areas. Jack watched one friend fuck the other friend and he ached to be inside that cunt too. But Gabriella was an expert cocksucker and so he wasn't exactly in a hurry to relinquish her tongue just yet. However, it seemed as though Nick wanted in on that action too.<br /> Before Nick could add his cock to his friend's mouth, Jack pulled out, bent down and gulped down the other sailor. He knew exactly where to lick to elicit deep moans. Gabriella just watched, wet and mesmerised.}=<br /> 'You taste delicious Gab,' Jack murmured around Nick's cock, before grabbing a condom and letting his own cock seek out Gabriella's expectant hole.<br /> 'Mmmmfff,' she breathed as Jack slid in. He felt so different to Nick, stimulating her in slightly different ways.<br /> There was still a residue of her juices on Nick's cock. Jack was right, she did taste good. Again, the two men seemed to communicate silently when they turned Gabriella over so that Nick could more easily ride her mouth while Jack took her from behind. She was their plaything, their fucktoy, theirs to position in whatever way that meant they got maximum gratification from her. This thought thrilled her.<br /> And so the evening went. Naked bodies throbbing against each other. Orifices explored. Thick fingers penetrating tight butt holes. The friends falling upon themselves over and again with mouths and cocks and one well-used, very happy cunt. </p>Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-68233020972737718232020-11-07T13:26:00.002+00:002020-11-07T13:33:39.914+00:00Forty and fabulousI very recently turned 40. The handcuffs in the picture below are one of the first kink items I ever bought, and it's been one hell of a ride since. Sadly I've not had much opportunity to contribute to this meme (or any blog post!) in recent months, but I really, really wanted to do something for the amazing milestone of the 500th Sinful Sunday having first participated in <a href="https://londonloveandlust.blogspot.com/2012/05/every-now-and-then-we-like-to-put-aside.html" target="_blank">May 2012</a>. Congratulations Molly!
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See who else is being fabulous in this 500th Sinful Sunday:
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I met K about two and a half years ago. Our second date involved petting a giant snail and snake, and meeting a tarantula. Soon we were meeting and fucking regularly. I then went to South America for over six months. Fortunately she still (just about) wanted to see me when I returned.<br />
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What developed over the past year and a half was something truly wonderful. She realised just how much I cared for her and love became this unspoken thing between us. We went away together, we went to parties together, we had threesomes together. We always knew that, one day, she would have to go home to America.<br />
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That one day occurred this week. I'm not afraid to admit that, in the days leading up to it and since, I have sobbed and been wracked with a sense of loss so similar to mourning. I even have tears in my eyes writing this. I don't get to hold her hand any more, I don't get to wrap my arms around her tiny body, I don't get to physically protect her and make her mine. <br />
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It's one of the toughest things I've ever been through. So much so that I'm not in any way sure that I'll continue having an open relationship - I can't face this potential pain again and I honestly don't think I'll be able to find again what K and I had. If there are to be no more other partners, then that would mean no more kink. <br />
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Something positive to end on: K and I went our separate ways in 2020. This is an era of WhatsApp and video chats. We've already resumed our frequent conversations, and we've already spoken directly with each other. The pandemic has in a weird way prepared us for this - some of our video dates were remarkably hot. And so, until the day comes when K finds her man, we'll continue our sexy times. <br />
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The love that we've enjoyed as partners will become the love we'll have as friends and, as long as there's a decent internet connection, we will never be truly separated. Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-37619926813644217502020-09-10T23:20:00.001+01:002020-09-10T23:20:38.124+01:00Kink and marketingAt last! I've found a crossover between kink and digital marketing! I've worked in marketing for about 17 years, at least 15 years of which have been digital marketing. I've enjoyed kink for around 10 years, although not consecutively. In the past couple of years I left a massive international company to set up my own marketing consultancy.<br />
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Without the resources of that company, nor the being at the forefront of developments that comes with being in such a huge organisation, I have had to frequently top-up my knowledge of digital marketing. Ensuring that I continue learning is incredibly important, especially as I occasionally train others.<br />
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How does this relate to kink? For me, kink isn't something you can put down, forget about for a while and then pick up again and carry on as before. I'm talking about the BDSM kind of kink here, where rules and knowledge keep participants safe. And so, in those times when I've not had a kink partner, I have still kept alive what little knowledge I possess. I continue to follow BDSM practitioners and take on board anything new I should know. <br />
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While it's possible that both my kink and marketing knowledge may one day dwindle, it will be extremely difficult to get back into latter. It won't be easy getting back into kink either, I would want a partner that learns alongside me or is patient enough to wait for me to catch up. That's if I do continue this way of life. This may well be the end of open relationships, and therefore kink, for me.Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-65391180026886867952020-08-19T19:41:00.004+01:002020-08-19T19:44:45.923+01:00The dark roomIf you close your eyes for long enough you find that your other senses become more acute; hearing, smell, touch, taste. Jamie was in a large pitch black room and could hear the tiniest movements of those shuffling around him. There were also tiny lights in the darkness - a constellation red and green.<div><br /></div><div>One light was hung around each person's neck. Green for those who were naked and willing to be touched. Red for those who were clothed and wanted to do the touching. There were far more red than green due either to people's boldness abandoning them at the doorstep, or the simple fact that this was a cheap and anonymous way to explore other bodies. Reds often consisted of heterosexuals who had - up until this point - denied themselves the satiation of curiosity about touching their own gender. There were also a fair few who simply enjoyed playing with bodies different to their own. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jamie was a typical green; he considered himself heterosexual, was ok with other men feeling him, but hoped he would find that his naked body attracted women who used the cover of darkness to be bold with a man. He had been in the dark room for half an hour and already moans of pleasure began to reach his alert ears. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some basics were taken care of before entering the dark. STD checks (with precautions if necessary, and even special nights for those who shared an STD...herpes nights were especially popular), showers, and payment (reds paid more, there was no gender discrimination here). It was also made very clear to guests that they would be playing with a mix of genders and body types - strict heterosexuals, bigots, and the close-minded should walk away now. </div><div><br /></div><div>The neck lights weren't in any way bright enough to identify the body of the wearer; who had to be touched in order to determine if they had a cunt or cock or breasts or hair or curves or muscles. Hands passed over Jamie's cock then moved on, but he eventually attracted a small group of reds. With them all touching him he tried to figure out if that was a woman's hand, or a man's finger. </div><div><br /></div><div>He guessed that it was a man's finger currently delving between his buttocks - it felt thick and stretched Jamie's asshole almost to the point of pain. Fortunately the finger owner had lubed it up before sliding it in and so Jamie felt nothing but the pleasure of fullness. This was a first for Jamie. Not the anal play, but being finger fucked by another man. Whoever it was knew just where to touch. Jamie cried out when his prostate was sought and deftly massaged. Another first; the feeling of submission. Surrendering to that expert finger in the darkness was dizzying. </div><div><br /></div><div>Other senses had begun to ramp up. The smell of laundry detergents mingled with the heady smells of sex. The wet noises of licking and kissing, sucking and slurping, seemed to join the rhythm of the low thudding music. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the dark some of the lights began to blink. Time to swap partners. Jamie's light remained steadily on and so he stayed put while those with flashing lights moved around him. To his regret the person who had their bold finger (heh, Boldfinger Jamie chuckled to himself) up his butt was one of those who moved on, but not before an appreciative slap to Jamie's behind. His hole felt so empty, needy even. Tempted to follow Boldfinger, Jamie knew that he had to obey the rules. No stalking. </div><div><br /></div><div>'Ooh, this one feels good.' Jamie's attention was diverted to a woman red who had joined his group. 'Would you mind if I took his cock?' </div><div><br /></div><div>Both amused at this British politeness, and aroused at being spoken about as if he were an object to be taken turns with, Jamie felt a warm hand wrap around his shaft. </div><div><br /></div><div>'I'm sorry,' the woman continued, addressing the group but still not Jamie, 'I've been looking forward to this. Just to touch one, you know? Without having to deal with whatever bastard it belongs to.' </div><div><br /></div><div>Two other reds - both women - murmured agreement. Jamie kept quiet. There were five red lights around him, ten hands on his body. Through the rough fabric of jeans Jamie felt an erection press against his hip. He began to figure out the popular places to touch; thighs, chest, arms, and of course his cock and butt. Only a few took hold of his balls, causing him to hold his breath. </div><div><br /></div><div>A petite finger was now circling his hole, finding pleasure in how it felt but not needing to explore as deeply as Boldfinger. Jamie gasped as a warm mouth slipped over his cock. He couldn't work out if it was the polite woman or someone else entirely. He realised that it didn't matter; whoever it was knew to grip with their lips just like that, and to run their tongue along right there. </div><div><br /></div><div>The lights started flashing again. Most of them, in fact. The evening was reaching its denouement, when the reds who had paid a little extra got one-on-one time with a green. Jamie realised that mystery mouth remained with him. Whoever they were now dug their nails into his butt, using those fleshy mounds as a grip while they sucked noisily. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was one other sensation that the reds got to experience, but not the greens: taste.</div>Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-53739120580838322672020-08-01T00:54:00.001+01:002020-08-01T00:54:11.416+01:00The end is nigh<span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">In two months my K will return to the USA and, although I believe we'll always be good friends, we will cease to be partners. This impending separation is like a black hole, the power of it increasing the closer I get. I was barely cogniscent of her departure earlier this year, now I dwell on it daily, in a month I know it'll be on my mind even more frequently.</span><br />
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But what a waste it would be to spend our remaining time together being morose. We recently went on our first holiday together and it was filled with long chats, al fresco fucks, mantelpiece-perched cunnilingus, and so much laughter. I only regret not taking her away sooner, but I'm now determined to enjoy her company as much as possible while I can.</div>
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K and I will stay in frequent contact - knowing that she often chats with a recent ex (the one I shared her with in a truly memorable threesome...mmmmmfff) gives me that hope. We've even talked about me visiting her, and meeting up in Europe one day. She may well have another partner by then and so we'll reunite as platonic friends. What we have goes beyond sex, and her friendship is the most valuable thing for me.</div>
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As brave as that last paragraph may sound, in truth I am afraid of how sad I know I'm going to be, how hard it'll be knowing that she, too, will be upset and I won't be able to console her, and how incredibly tough it'll be not having her within easy reach. The ending of this relationship was always inevitable, but I very much doubt that has better prepared me for it.</div>
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Having used her mouth for several minutes I pulled her into one of the empty bedrooms (her housemates have either permanently or temporarily vacated the place) and satisfied my keen hunger for lapping at her. Within minutes her holes were glistening wet, not long after that she came for me. Like a starving man I had to be politely asked to step away from that buffet.</div>
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We cuddled, we ordered takeout, we watched a film. K lives almost six miles from me - a 90-minute walk at my fastest pace. I took public transport for the first time on Friday and...nope. Too busy. That three-hour round-trip hike will have to continue for now, but the anticipation carries me on the way out, and the joy of seeing her spirits me home.</div>
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I should be taking it easy, saving my energy on the morning of that return walk. But there's a beautiful, sexy, naked woman in bed with me. Obeying my unsubtle erection, I fill her and fuck her, my eyes on her bare cunt and bouncing breasts, my hands squeezing and fingering her beguiling butt. With no-one around to hear I feel free to sigh and grunt and growl loud enough that my throat still hurts now. My exquisite toy, conquered.</div>
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Nope, she couldn't do it. His cock hovered invitingly just in front of her, slick with saliva. She hungered for it but...ew, that's someone's saliva. Taking it firmly in her hand - its swollen girth making it impossible for her fingers to touch - she stood and led him away.<br />
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Back in the large, opulent living room, Leanne sat on an Italian silk couch, tied her long black hair into a ponytail and took the man between her lips. He'd been instructed not to talk, but the two women allowed him to grunt and sigh while he was being sucked. </div>
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Neither of them cared for his pleasure, both of them savoured the feeling of smooth, thick flesh hardening in their mouths and the way in which the glans popped in and out between their lips. Ursula had already been enjoying this one for a while and had tasted pre-cum. It was Leanne's turn to savour him.</div>
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She dipped her tongue into the tip of his penis and when she began to fondle his arsehole he protested. Leanne immediately stopped sucking and looked up at him sternly. No words were needed; either he let her play with him how she wanted, or he was more than welcome to leave. She gulped his cock down again and resumed her gentle fingering of his tight aperture.</div>
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Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-77939587700022639352020-06-27T17:24:00.001+01:002020-06-27T17:24:37.068+01:00Alongside PrideToday would have been Pride In London. Although the parade isn't anywhere near as large this year, the ethos of Pride is unchanged. I am a cis heterosexual white man and I wanted to take a Sinful Sunday picture where the focus wasn't on me, but rather on the colours of that flag. Pride isn't, after all, anything about me, I'm just here to stand alongside the LGBTQIA+ community.<br />
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Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-58374539498629313532020-06-20T18:08:00.002+01:002020-06-20T18:08:24.035+01:00On my kneesDuring a recent video chat I was told that masturbating on my knees was a strong look. Always wanting to please, it is something I have done a couple of times since. There will definitely be a few things I've learned from online sex that I'll be continuing once we're fully free to meet in person again.<br />
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<br />Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-58074989647134058042020-06-11T13:01:00.003+01:002020-06-11T13:01:56.575+01:00Ring <span style="color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 17px;">I'm not a nervous flyer. I actually enjoy air travel (while feeling enormously guilty about what I'm doing to the environment). Whenever I fly with G, who isn't a fan of flying, she wants to hold my hand for takeoff and landing. Whenever I've flown without G I hold my wedding ring between finger and thumb, a small physical act of remembrance in her absence.</span><br />
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I very rarely take my ring off, and only when I'm frightened of losing it. I've been on a couple of very brief dates where the person I've met clearly hasn't read my profile, clocked the ring and asked "Erm, are you married?". Those partners who I allow into my life have never felt threatened by the ring, this is one of the many reasons why they're in my life.</div>
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I've also been told that, by keeping my ring on, it helps people trust me because I'm not trying to hide anything. I don't gush about G to other partners (well, not usually), but it's no secret that I think she's an incredible person who I've loved for over 16 years.</div>
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Today is our wedding anniversary, and now it's time for my anniversary duty of getting between G's legs and bringing her to blissful ecstasy. Of course, this is a duty I do with great pleasure more than just one day of the year, but maybe tonight I'll present myself to her for a ceremonial cock ring affixing too.</div>
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By the time we met her in the hotel bar the French barman was in full flirt mode. I knew who she was - we'd spent a night together a couple of years ago. Wearing a tight dress, she (I'll call her 'H') was sat on a stool and looked incredible. K looked incredible. I just looked like a very lucky man. The three of us had met once before, now we were heading up to our room. </div>
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Having tasted both women and used my tongue to relax them, they insisted that I also remove my clothes. We then took it in turns to be voyeur and performers, in bed and in the shower. K wanted to watch me fucking H, H then wanted to watch me fucking K. When we were all fucked out we collapsed into each other on the bed. Soon I felt hands exploring me, I started to reciprocate but was soon distracted.</div>
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I was curious about watching K getting licked by another, and how she uses her mouth on others. When we enjoyed an MMF threesome last year I didn't really get that opportunity, but now I instructed the women to go down on each other so that I could learn their techniques (and, of course, be a massive perv).</div>
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There were many more things I wanted to try with them, some of which will have to wait for another day. I did watch as they kissed and licked each other. I did fuck one while the other watched and masturbated. I did take it turns to go down on one while fingering the other.</div>
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When we were finally sated I held K and H in my arms as we drifted into sleep. Although I was thoroughly spent, it was hard not staying awake when I had two gorgeous, naked women either side of me. I didn't sleep long, however. Early the next morning I felt K's hands on me. Soon I was hard and ready to please and be pleasured. Our movements were subtle, but still we awoke H who didn't hesitate to join in.</div>
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I try to keep myself somewhat fit, but even so, after all this fingering and fucking and licking and cumming, I was physically exhausted when our morning sex session was over. H kissed K and I, we thanked each other for an amazing night, then she departed. K and I stayed in the room a little longer for some quality one-on-one play. <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We showered and dressed with the glow of satisfaction and successful sexual adventure. </span></div>
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We've always had a particularly intense relationship, which has resulted from infrequent physical contact, trust, honesty, and pure lust for one another. Not being able to get my hands on her, while being blessed with occasional pictures of her (clothed or unclothed) now has me throbbing with desire. I crave her.</div>
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Our video chats start with conversation, but before long I'm ordering her to undress and put herself on display for me. Being a generous Dom I eventually get naked for her too. And then the sex begins. Not conventional, PIV sex, of course, but a very 21st Century, technologically enabled sex forced upon us by this pandemic.</div>
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I watch as she plays with her vibrator (an excellent-value joint investment) and, knowing her body as well as I hope I do, I instruct her to pinch nipples, spank herself or just place an unmoving finger on her clit for a while. It's when she asks if she can have a better view of my cock that I realise my body is on display for her arousal as much as hers is for mine.</div>
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Breathless, naked and alone in our respective rooms, not more than 6 miles apart, we dress, talk some more and despair at how we're unable to fall asleep with her wrapped safely in my arms. This all would, I think, be more tolerable if I knew exactly when we'd be together again. It would also be less painful if it weren't for the fact that we have just over four months remaining before we're permanently separated. Every moment counts, and so I'm at least grateful for the technology which helps us make the most of them.</div>
Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-68748170156359681782020-04-18T17:34:00.000+01:002020-04-18T17:34:14.790+01:00PartsFor this week's Sinful Sunday I wanted to focus on parts of my body I haven't previously aimed the camera at.<br />
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Handsome man struttingly strode down the carriage, the bulge in his trousers anatomically matching where his penis should be. Cheryl eyed up his penile region, then realised he had stopped walking. An ID dangled from a lanyard and named him as Manfred Draco.</div>
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"Is this seat free?" Manfred said, with a voice like the low notes of a tuba.</div>
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"Yes please," came Cheryl's embarrassing reply.</div>
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He plonked his perfect twin-planet arse beside her and Cheryl returned her eyes to the magazine she was reading. But she read no more. She was now consumed by thoughts of the oily-haired man and what his hunk junk may look like. Penistone, Bell End, Lower Swell. The names of the stations through which they travelled seemed to get more explicit. Twatt, Lickey End, Smashme-In-Thearse.</div>
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From his backpack Manfred withdrew a Tupperware box of spicy chilli. He scoffed it with arousing abandon then pulled out a KitKat. Only then did Cheryl realise that she'd left her magazine open on an article about how to seduce strangers.</div>
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"I thought you'd never ask," Cheryl replied and hastened away to the toilet, dragging the hunk behind.</div>
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As soon as the door closed on them Cheryl shed her clothes and gave him a view of her tunnel. Coupling his lips to hers, he took her for a ride on the tongue tickle express.</div>
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Manfred ignored this advice and unburdened his tackle from the confines of his polyester pants, sheathing it in condom then shunting it into her sidings with a deep man-grunt. </div>
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"Oooh, yes, shove it in," Cheryl uttered. She felt his dry, scaly hands grip her waist and his spicy chilli breath on her neck. "Yes, yes, fuck me like a man dragon, nuzzle me with your fiery mouth," she continued.</div>
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Gripping him harder than a vertigo sufferer gripping the railing atop the Empire State Building, her squidgy lady cave pulsed with climactic abandon. This tipped Manfred over the edge, like a vertigo sufferer being pushed over a railing, and he pulled out and unsheathed in time to squirt his bollock sauce over her buttocks.</div>
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Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-1651358414984801392020-03-15T09:52:00.001+00:002020-03-15T09:52:33.884+00:00AnonymousWouldn't it be wonderful to live in a world where we didn't feel compelled to be anonymous. To share ourselves without fear of judgement, loss of work or even violence. Whenever I take a picture such as the one below I always first think of how I can anonymise it. I even feel the need to hide my genitals (but that's also because I believe daft statements such as 'dick is cheap') - frustrating because the full frontal version of the pic below is the one I'm most happy with.<br />
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But people such as Molly and Michael, who run Eroticon, are at the forefront of changing attitudes and making the celebration of sex and bodies a mainstream attitude. One day, I may even show my full self...<br />
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Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-43465579407696800622020-03-13T08:45:00.001+00:002020-03-13T08:45:39.872+00:00Wet dreams are made of this<div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">
In what was, as far as I can remember, the only sex ed lesson I had at school (and a pretty shit one at that), we were told about wet dreams and this 'funny substance' that comes out of you during the night. Cue years of waiting anxiously for this to happen.</div>
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I found myself sharing a small bunk room with two other men. With no possibility of sex (we were all heterosexual), not wanting to wank in close proximity to each other, and having fuck-all else to do for fun, we decided to see who could last longest without cumming.</div>
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Several weeks into this challenge and I was having an incredible sex dream. I'd never had one like this before, so realistic. In fact, it was so realistic that even the orgasm seemed real and...oh...oh no. My body had decided that it could wait no longer and gifted me with a wet dream.</div>
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Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-81351786554099882020-03-09T23:16:00.001+00:002020-03-09T23:16:32.278+00:00Eroticon 2020 Meet & GreetI've been attending the Eroticon conference for a number of years now. In fact, it was the current organisers, Molly and Michael, who were amongst the first people I met in the sex blogging community in Bristol during the (I think) 2014 conference and, thanks to their amazing warmth and kindness, drew me in to this wonderful part of my life. Whether or not you're attending, here's my Meet & Greet answers, which I hope will help you to get to know me a little better:<br />
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1. Learning. Sex is a subject with such depth (yep) and I always come away from Eroticon with my head filled with new, often unexpected information. </div>
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2. Being inspired. I'm dedicating ever more time to writing and know that, after this weekend, I'll have pages of new plot ideas, or ways in which to present my characters, or tips on how to structure a story, or more effective words to use etc...</div>
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3. I'm really hoping to spend at least a little time with the Kinkcraft folk, putting something together with my own hands which can be put to very good use later.</div>
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The Irish Rover by The Pogues has my Irish ancestry surging through my blood and throwing me around the dance floor.</div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); box-sizing: border-box;">I have read fewer books this year than ever before, but I've almost finished Rivers Of London which I've thoroughly enjoyed.</span></div>
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Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-1149850995747698522020-03-05T19:48:00.001+00:002020-03-05T19:48:08.353+00:00Opening up<span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Having a friendship with someone I've known for over half of my life fills me with a joy that comes from that feeling of permanence and a shared journey through existence. We've seen this world of ours change a lot in the 20 years we've known one another and, if or when we've changed as people, we've always been close and honest enough to explain to the other why that may be.</span><br />
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Shortly into my first serious relationship within my open marriage (not including my actual marriage, of course!) I told this friend about our non-monogamy. G had consented to me telling my friend, in fact she was there when I did. The conversation came about when we were camping in the Lake District and was aided by the loosening of tongues that seems to happen when relaxed by nature.</div>
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I was cautious to gently describe what our relationship was like, I didn't go straight in with "By the way, kink is really important to me and, although G isn't in to it, she's happy for me to have partners who enjoy being tied up, whipped and dominated". It was such a relief to share the true nature of our relationship, especially when the news was received with kindness and understanding.</div>
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Over this past weekend I spent more time with this friend and she had more questions about my open relationship. It wasn't the sort of relationship that she would be interested in, but she was curious about this side of me. I explained to her the agreements that I have with G, how important K is to me and how our relationship transcends the bedroom.</div>
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Again, this was met with understanding and again I felt so lucky to have a friend with whom I feel comfortable sharing this part of me. By doing so it feels as though my relationship with K is being further legitimised. In fact, my friend was so comfortable with this conversation that I gently let her know that I was a sex blogger too. She was fascinated!</div>
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Telling my friend wasn't a necessary thing to do, but it was something I wanted to do. I don't need to tell others in my life either. In fact, by so doing, I think I may risk some relationships with friends and family. However, after this weekend, I feel braver about opening up to others. G's consent remains, of course, paramount.</div>
Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-12613979348314806902020-02-28T18:06:00.002+00:002020-02-28T18:06:39.162+00:00Dysfunction<span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">It happened almost overnight. One day I could get and stay erect without thinking about it, the next day I could no longer rely on staying hard. This happened when I was with G (with whom I've been for over 17 years) and when I was with my other partner K, as well as a previous long-term partner.</span><br />
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I struggled on for nine months. I'm a youngish man, I don't smoke or do drugs and I drink in moderation. I'm healthy, fit, hugely attractive and incredibly modest. Life is now much less stressful than it used to be. In summary; I could think of no reason for why this was happening. </div>
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In January I felt as though I had more reason than usual to perform - a threesome with two wonderful women. I turned to the Internet to find a cheap, but safe supply of the little blue pill. Having done some research I discovered that the branded Viagra pill had the same ingredients as cheaper, non-branded versions. The key word was 'Sildenafil' and as long as the pill included this it should be effective.</div>
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Of course, being a responsible adult, I checked the possible side effects and completed a questionnaire honestly before the online pharmacy allowed me to order the pills. I noted that I should seek emergency treatment if an erection lasted more than four hours. Fully prepared, I popped the pill.</div>
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Just knowing that my rock hard cock would reliably stay this way was a psychological blessing. I was, at last, able to get out of my head. K later noted how hard I was and for how long I'd stayed that way. I let her know about the pill I'd taken and she reacted in just the way I'd hoped; not making a big deal out of it, but letting me know I could talk anything through with her.</div>
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G has also been great with this particular problem and had, quite rightly, suggested I see a doctor in case there were underlying problems causing this dysfunction. This week I did just that. The doctor didn't blink when I talked through the problem, nor when I mentioned that I was in an open relationship. That made me both happy and comfortable to continue.</div>
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In summary, the doctor concluded that there should be no physical reason for this issue (I'm getting blood tests just to be sure, though). He said that maybe 70% of men will experience this at some point in their lives and that it can happen at any age. Due to there being no obvious physical reasons for it to happen he prescribed more of that little blue pill because he thought that, once I'm able to stay hard on a few occasions, I should be far less in my head about it.</div>
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It seems like excellent advice and a good solution. I do think that there's something going on in my head which is interfering with this process. Having a little medicinal help to get me back on track makes a whole lot of sense.</div>
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It's important to note that being able to have the little blue pill as a possible solution is a huge privilege of being male. Society has deemed hard cocks to be a priority in the bedroom, any problems that cis females experience are secondary. Having found such happiness as a consequence of pills for men, I dearly hope that considerably more is being done to aid vagina owners with similar issues.</div>
Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-42535216228057785882020-02-15T20:52:00.000+00:002020-02-15T20:52:26.105+00:00Convent, not conventional Certain places can convey a much stronger essence of their past than others. This week I stayed in a hotel which was - hundreds of years ago - a convent. Of course, with the ghosts of so many nuns about, and this being Sinful Sunday, I had to get naked and put on a show (I hope the nuns will forgive me for making use of the curtains in this way).<br />
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Love and lust in Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863819296197685532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959218742541029286.post-26292643332503052282020-02-01T08:50:00.002+00:002020-02-01T08:50:08.660+00:00Between<span style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">"Get onto your side and point that butt towards me."</span><br />
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I gently instruct her and watch as the magnificent mounds of her perfectly curvaceous ass are thrust out. She turns her head to give me a coy look, her eyes meeting mine from beside a curtain of silky hair. I can see in them the want for me to take her. My attention turns to the delights found between those soft buttocks, notably the tight puckered hole that is fully exposed for me.</div>
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We've been fucking for a couple of hours, but tonight I want to cover that tantalising crevasse in cum. She lies there, obediently giving her body to me as I place my cock next to her asshole and begin masturbating. Feeling her buttocks press against me enhances the sensation. We both glory in the fact that her role in this act is to simply give herself to my lust.</div>
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My cock throbs and aches for release, my grunts and groans betraying my need. The feel and sound of me growing ever more aroused evokes sexy sighs and mewls from my toy. She remains perfectly still - an object for my pleasure.</div>
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Pulses of orgasm reflexively tense my muscles and I twitch and jerk like a puppet with an out-of-control master. Warm cum shoots against her hole and coats her exquisite derrière. My conquering of her is complete.</div>
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