Sunday, 16 November 2014

Male sex toy survey

My latest survey asked:

Men's sex toys:

Need much improvement - 27%
Have never used one - 18%
Feel fantastic - 0%
Are great fun to use on him - 45%
Look ridiculous - 0%
Yuck - 9%

It's good to see that the majority enjoy using sex toys on their man. In my case I think it can be empowering for my partner to play with me in this way. But I also very much agree that men's toys need a lot of improvement.

I was once asked to review a vibrating toy which took the form of a ring that slipped just beyond the head of the penis. It wasn't shaped to look like a mouth (I find such toys comic rather than sexy), it looked like it would hit exactly the right spot plus it didn't cover up too much flesh; something my wife would have liked as she enjoys looking at my cock when she plays.

Unfortunately the toy company didn't ever get back to me but I hope they are a success and more toys like this reach the market.

Friday, 7 November 2014

Fantasy alley

"Ahead of time, do you consider kink talk on a first date acceptable?"

I stuck to my usual post-work swim but kept it short to give me plenty of time to get to my meeting place with S. I'm a meticulous planner and so knew exactly where I was going. I was wrong, which resulted in me turning the wrong way on the street - I hate Shoreditch. Having felt composed after leaving the gym I eventually arrived at the Blues Kitchen feeling dishevelled because:

1. I was slightly late. I hate being late
2. She had sent me that wonderfully bold text message about kink talk
3. The girl I was meeting, S, turned out to be a real beauty
4. I hate Shoreditch

We briefly took each other in then made our introductions. Inside we grabbed a quick drink before settling down for some food next door in the Diner. Our conversation was unforced but, because we had to share a table with another couple, not yet kinky.

Back to the Blues Kitchen, more drinks, more getting to know each other. Discussions about our open relationships, how Dom/sub we are, how active on the scene etc. S had suggested we come here for the band which now took to the stage. Despite it being a busy Thursday we managed to get a table at the front and, despite the music being fantastic, S proved to be entirely too distracting.

The flirting intensified. She had excellent dress sense, the pretty bow in her hair matching her tight top. My eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts, not caring if I was noticed.

"What fantasies do you have?" She asked.

I listed a few. Nothing extreme - not because I was afraid of putting her off, but because I'm not into anything particularly extreme. I asked her the same question. For the first time S became shy. She procrastinated, the band got louder and I let the question go for now, but insisted on an answer soon.

On her return from the bathroom I asked again, keeping my eyes locked on hers. She giggled, smiled and at last looked back at me.

"It's a fantasy that came to me this week. I imagined meeting someone on Thursday who would fuck me in an alley."

She said this quickly and we continued to look at each other. Suddenly I didn't notice the crowd.

"Let's go." I said, after momentarily being taken aback.

I led her through the braying suits of Shoreditch and out into the street. She mentioned that she'd spotted a potential place on her way here. Someone more organised than me? Incredible.

We spent about ten minutes trying to find the street, or any other suitable location. I had a sense of which direction might be best and, sure enough, we found a very long alley, open at both ends but with no passing traffic and no CCTV. Halfway along we stopped and I pulled her in for a long kiss.

I spun her around and pushed her into a shallow recess. I lifted her skirt then together we fumbled away her underwear and stockings. Gently I pushed on her shoulders so that she had to brace herself against the wall, her back arched. Slowly I lowered myself and gazed at the magnificent naked bum before me.

My tongue delved in to sample her. Delicious. I stood, my eyes constantly darting to the ends of the alley where men would occasionally wander in to relieve themselves. Suddenly I felt incredibly protective, almost proprietorial. I tried to hide her nakedness, preparing myself should someone approach. "She's mine" I wanted to say but, although there was always brief interest from the men, we were left alone. Plus I suspected that S didn't mind being seen.

Assessing her with my hands I discovered a freshly shaved, and very wet, pussy. My fingers slipped inside and a most exquisite sigh escaped her lips. Because it had been so tantalisingly presented to me my thumb found its way into her hot, tight arse. Some light spanks occupied my other hand, my hardness pressed against her thigh.

"I want your cum in my throat." She moaned after I had toyed with her for a while.

I do like a submissive who knows what she wants. I eventually obliged and guided her to her knees, her glistening holes now exposed to any drunken man who happened by. I quickly unbuckled and unfastened and fed her my cock. Her lips and tongue got to work on sucking out my cream. It was a challenging situation; I was slightly tipsy, it was now quite cold and I had to stop my thoughts from turning to what would happen if we were caught.

"Show me your tits."

A crudely-phrased demand, but this was a fucking fantastically crude situation and it seemed the right thing to say. I groped and squeezed and she licked and slurped. I made her stand again, teased her juicy holes with my tip before once more guiding her to her knees.

Wanting to be in even more control of the situation I pulled back and masturbated just centimetres from her mouth. When I allowed her to swallow me in again I took hold of her hair. She looked up.

There was no longer an alley, no longer any cold. S has big, beautiful eyes and the sight of these sweetly looking up at me as she gorged on my cock made my blood rush and my world tilt. A few more seconds and then she was gulping me down, my loud sighs echoing from the walls.

I helped her to her feet and we hastily covered ourselves. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips, then, arm in arm, we floated out of that grimy alley on a cloud of joy and fulfilment.

A commendable fantasy which I am very happy to have helped achieve. But the downside was that I didn't get to fully appreciate and objectify this stunning girl in complete nakedness. I would have liked hours to discover her.

On the way to the station we bumped into some young holidaying Icelandic lads who innocently asked if we knew of any nearby strip clubs.

"No," I replied, "but I don't need a strip club." I looked deeply into S's eyes and we both knew that she would play with me again and I would get that chance to fully enjoy her body.

Sunday, 2 November 2014

FetLife vs OKCupid

FetLife, for those who may not know, is an online community where every fetish, sexuality and perversion is welcome. It is where like-minded people can meet or find out about events.

OKCupid is a mainstream dating site/app. I have used both to meet with others, but which has been the more successful?

I dabbled with OKCupid to begin with. But I'm a non-monogamous dominant man with a somewhat submissive background. Not the sort that should be on a conventional dating site, right? Not getting anywhere I turned to FetLife.

Here I found out about events such as Camden Crunch and London Alternative Market. I briefly met people online then got to know them better in real life at such events. I've been on FetLife for a couple of years now and, thanks to this site have learnt a lot and met some wonderful folk. It has, however, been a massive failure for dating.

The reasons I think this may be are, firstly, that FetLife seems to attract men who think by joining such a site they can get an easy lay. It's therefore hard to convince that this is not my expectation. Perhaps because of this, those dates I have had via FetLife have always (though there haven't been too many) been with ladies who, although friendly, seem to have a hardened attitude and harsher expectations. Or they joined FetLife because they were a bit curious about being dominated and then decided it was not for them at the last minute.

OKCupid has, however, been a revelation. It's not entirely the vanilla meeting place I first thought it was. When I first gave it a go I played down my dominant side and kinky interests. Recently deciding to give it another try I made this more obvious (whilst ensuring I didn't come across as one of those who simply want an easy lay - I emphatically do not want this.)

I have met some wonderful ladies thanks to OKCupid, both online and in real life. I don't want to become a serial dater with dozens of lovers - I don't have the energy, I like to connect with people and one of the unwritten rules in my marriage is that there's a limit to how many people I can be with.

Maybe I should give FetLife another go too, but for now OKCupid is proving to be particularly fulfilling.