Lookin’ Out My Back Door

05. July 2017 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: , , , ,

As is obvious from my previous post, S and I have been exploring anal play a bit more. This is something I’ve enjoyed with a few previous partners, but only very occasionally. S’ past experiences receiving anal have been pretty dreadful, so we’re moving slowly, carefully, and trying to build a wealth of positive associations for her before getting too ambitious.

There’s a school of thought out there that says if you expect something from your partner, you better be willing to go there yourself. More specifically, if you’re all hot and bothered to have your partner take something up their ass, it’s only fair that you be willing to do the same. “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.”

My personal belief is that this is more of a general guideline, rather than a hard-and-fast rule. Trying too hard to maintain a strict symmetry in relationships can backfire. Sometimes a person only likes one end of the equation, not the other, and as long as both partners are consenting and cool with that, no harm, no foul.

But, you know me; I’m in this to learn, to experience new things, to broaden my horizons. I really do want to know more about receiving anal play, so that I can be better, more informed, more considerate about how to give anal pleasure to someone else. Besides, the prostate, right?! Men have this enormous erogenous zone in their ass; how sad would it be to ignore that and the pleasure it might be able to provide?

So, there has been some fooling around with my ass lately. For a while now, I’ve known I like having my perineum stimulated. And if I’m feeling relaxed, confidently clean, and very comfortable with my partner, I enjoy getting rimmed. But I haven’t had a lot of experience being penetrated. I’ve fooled around with an Aneros prostate toy and haven’t gotten much out of it. I have an ex- with extensive medical training, and she attempted to stimulate my prostate a couple of times, with a fair bit of confusion and no fireworks. Bummer. (No pun intended.)

By contrast, S has a fair bit of experience playing with the ass of previous partners, and feels very confident in playing with the prostate. She and I have tried that a couple of times, with some minor success, but nothing earth shaking.

Yesterday, I was in the mood to up the ante. We spent a solid three hours in the “Fuck Treehouse” and tried a variety of toys: hard, soft, vibrating, static, fast, slow, gentle and rough. Without further ado, here are the toys that were up my ass yesterday:

From left to right:
First is a slender silicon butt plug, with a wee little vibrator threaded through the base. I kinda liked that. I don’t think it would have made me cum, and the vibrations were subtle, but if I did a clench and release pattern with my ass cheeks, it felt nice.

Next is a slightly girthier butt plug, with considerably stronger vibrations. Same as with the previous toy; that wasn’t enough to get me off, but I enjoyed the sensations.

Then a glass dildo, thicker still. I felt kind of “meh” about that. Glass has a frictionless glide (when well oiled) that made insertion easy, but otherwise it was uninspiring.

Then a double-ended dildo that S wore in a harness for fucking me. The cliched position for having your ass fucked is doggy style, but I’m taller than S and I couldn’t seem to get low enough for her to reach me in that position. And, of course, the curve of that dildo meant I needed to be face up for it to stimulate my prostate. That was enjoyable, primarily because of the interactivity. Watching S get off from the end of the dildo inside her, egging her on to push harder or deeper, that was fun. In hindsight (again, no pun intended), I’m surprised I handled the girth of that dildo as well as I did. Of course, there had been some extensive warm up prior to that toy.

Lastly, there is the silicon dildo attachment for the Sybian. Finding the right position to ride the Sybian was a challenge. If I really wanted the vibration to focus on my prostate (can I just start calling it the “p-spot”?), I couldn’t be resting on my knees as is traditional for a woman on the Sybian. Instead I got my feet under me and leaned backwards considerably, bracing my arms on a padded bench placed just behind the Sybian. Effective, but it was putting a strain on my arms holding myself up that way. At the end, I had S lying in front of me, sucking my cock while I perched on the Sybian. The sensation was delicious, intense, and overwhelming, but I still didn’t manage to cum. Maybe it was from the strain of holding myself, maybe I didn’t have the stimulation in quite the right spot, maybe I wasn’t psychologically ready to let go. Dunno. I enjoyed it, but no release.

Overall, I had a good time, and when I finally laid back and masturbated afterwards, the force and quantity of my ejaculation was staggering. I’d try any of the toys again, but I suspect I might need to do some shopping for the kind of sharply curved toys specifically intended for prostate stimulation.

Most importantly, the experience gave me some insights into how to improve my technique when I’m playing with someone else’s anus and rectum, and how to do that in a way that feels safe, reassuring, and (hopefully) rewarding.

How dry do you want it?

03. July 2017 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

Late on a quiet Sunday afternoon, I was lounging on the sofa and S was reading in the bedroom. From the other room she called out, “Do we have talcum powder?” “Nope, don’t think so.”, I replied. After a moment of silence, S came back with, “How about corn starch?” “Sure. In the cupboard, in a round, blue and gold can.” Without responding, she padded barefoot into the kitchen and then returned to the bedroom.

Intrigued, I asked from the couch, “Why do you ask?” In a matter-of-fact voice she said, “Because I was lightly stroking my clit, and I wondered what it would feel like totally dry and buttery soft, like with talcum powder. You know, instead of all wet and oily.”

Can you see why I adore this woman?

Within a bare few minutes, I could resist no longer. I got off the couch, went to the bedroom and laid down beside her on the bed, where she was idly playing with a pussy liberally dusted with white powder. With her welcome blessing, I joined in the experience, and found it was quite lovely. The powder made the skin contact soft and smooth, and the lack of oil meant I could feel every little crease and fold and all the subtle differences in the skin texture. It was extraordinary!

Despite S’ appetite for overwhelming sensations and rough play, an excruciatingly light and fairly slow touch is the surest way to get her off. With my powdered finger feathering up and down the shaft of her clit, she was ready to come in very little time. I teased her for a while, denying her that first orgasm until she begged and pleaded and offered me anything I wanted (like that’s anything new) before I allowed her to have that first shuddering orgasm. Once the dam broke, I continued stimulating her and brought her off several more times before giving her a break and letting her breathe. It was a delightful experience, and one I enthusiastically recommend.

After, her eyes twinkled and she asked hopefully, “What would you like to do next?” I did not have to think very long. “Friday night you talked about wanting to squirt again. Let’s go up to the attic and do that.” S did not need her arm twisted. “Okay!”

I hasten to point out that she hopped in the shower to briefly rinse off the corn starch; we weren’t trying to make a roux here!

In the redwood paneled attic that a friend called our “Fuck Treehouse”, we put down the “sex blanket” (a Liberator Throw) to catch any fluids, got out the NJoy Pure Wand, and brought the jar of coconut oil into easy reach. As aroused as S already was, getting her to squirt took surprisingly little time. Her ejaculate was copious and decidedly milky white. I still haven’t found the knack of making her squirt with my fingers, but the heavy steel barbell does the trick pretty reliably. As I was using the barbell on her, I provided some auxiliary stimulation by playing with her clit, then later very shallowly fingering her asshole. She soaked the blanket quite thoroughly and noisily (and happily, the mattress below stayed entirely dry).

We have gradually been exploring more ass play between the two of us, and this seemed like a good time to push that envelope a bit. (“I’d push her envelope, I tell you whut.”) We took some time to examine in a clinical fashion what she liked and what wasn’t as good. With not even one knuckle fully inserted, I demonstrated lightly jostling and bouncing my finger (her favorite), working my finger in and out without actually stroking the skin (I can demonstrate that better than I know how to describe it), and then stroking my finger in and out a way that actually stroked the skin (which was a little too intense for her).

Equipped with a better idea of what was working for her, I asked her to get on hands and knees. I inserted the narrow end of the NJoy into her pussy and played with that in the usual fashion, soon getting her to squirt a bit more. After a while I bent forward and started lapping at the puckered pink rosebud of her asshole. She groaned deeply, her face and shoulders dropped to the bed and her ass arched towards the sky. We played with that for quite a while, with explosive results. I have become familiar with how fast and how often S can orgasm, in rolling waves one right on top of the other. This was several steps beyond that. She was thrashing side to side, screaming gutturally into the pillow, utterly incoherent, one step away from a grand mal seizure. When that went on long enough that I thought she might hurt herself, I backed off slightly, stopped lapping at her asshole, let her gather her wits, and then resumed the intensity, this time stroking her clit as well. And whoosh, there she goes again. I played through several variations of that, until she begged for a break to have a drink of water.

After the briefest of respites, we decided to very carefully try to narrow end of the NJoy wand in her ass. Still in the “face down, ass up” pose, I held the wand very still and let her gradually work it inside her ass. With me holding the wand still, she could be in control of the speed and depth of the action, pausing to get used to the size and sensation as needed, then working deeper, then waiting, then again. Ultimately, she took the ball end of the wand and perhaps an inch of shaft, and that seemed to be a happy place for her. With the slightest rocking motion of the wand, I started stroking her clit, bringing her to a couple of very happy orgasms with the wand inside her. Emboldened, I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and started playing with her g-spot while the wand was still in her ass. The wall separating the rectum from the vaginal canal is rather thin, and I could clearly feel the hard ball of the wand against my fingers as I stroked her g-spot. She had several more orgasms this way, rather louder and more enthusiastically. On a hunch, I removed my fingers and just played with the wand in her ass, hoping it would tap in a diffuse way against her g-spot. It seemed successful, and she had two solid orgasms with no stimulation aside from the wand in her ass (albeit, stimulating her g-spot indirectly).

When her ass finally reached its limit, I held the wand steady and let her ease forward until the bulbous end plopped free. I reassured her that I saw no sign at all of any tearing, nor any slight bleeding, and frankly, no messy “santorum” either. I gave her well-used asshole a friendly and comforting lap or two, set the wand aside, and fell on the bed beside her as she exclaimed a tired but joyful “Wow!” Then she noticed my cock, which was rather happily erect, and perhaps even a bit larger than usual.

She attempted some profound deep throating, and found the extra smidge of length too much for her throat. She asked me to fuck her instead, and I did so with great abandon. In all honesty, I was so crazy aroused by this time that I didn’t last very long, but it was still enough to give her three or so more orgasms before I reached my own shuddering, groaning climax.

Goddamn. Is it any wonder we so rarely leave the house?

Note: Wow, I threw around a couple of brand names in this post. I want to rush to reassure readers (all two of them) that I have no connection with the companies cited and there’s no compensation whatsoever. I only mention the brands with such specificity in case someone reading thinks to themselves “That sounds nifty! I wonder where I could find one of those.”

HIV from a distant remove

01. July 2017 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags:

I’ve lately been revisiting Armistead Maupin’s “Tales of the City” series on audiobooks. As Melody and I made our way through the series, we had a conversation about AIDS and the ways it touched our personal lives.

Though Melody is only 18 months older than me, our experiences couldn’t have been more different.

She vividly remembers getting her first test and waiting the interminable two weeks for the results, she lost dear friends to the disease, and nursed loved ones as they succumbed to it.

My first several partners were all long-term relationships, virgins when I met them. Despite being in open/poly relationships from my very first serious girlfriend, and being in a threesome for several years across high school and college, I was… this feels really hard to confess… I was 30 before I had sex with someone who had previous sexual partners. Said another way, I was 30 before I had sex with someone whose virginity I had not “taken”. As I look back and say that out loud, it seems unfathomable to me.

As such, I didn’t worry about possibly contracting HIV until long after the horrific shock of the plague had passed and people resigned themselves to the possibility as a tragically real risk of our era.

It’s scarcely believable that a journey started like that has led me to where I am today.

Ooooh that smell, can’t you smell that smell?

20. June 2017 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags:

Perhaps you’ve had the experience of visiting the home of someone who has too many pets, and/or pets with insufficient hygiene. Everyone who visits the house instantly recognizes the problem, except the people who live there. They have been surrounded by the smell for too long and have lost the ability to recognize it.

In that spirit, I’m asking for some radical honesty. Please, tell me straight up; I can take it. Does my house smell like sex?

Communication and confidence

14. June 2017 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: , , , ,

Over the last two weeks, S and I have had two dates with a new person in our lives, E. There have been a dozen delightful aspects to the experience; glorious conversations that swoop from the silly to the sublime to the serious, learning each others’ stories and histories, the seemingly instant rapport S and E developed, the easy way the three of us collaborate and play in the kitchen while making pasta and salad, deep-and-real conversations basking in the hot tub, and (lest you forget who you’re talking to) there has been a considerable quantity and quality of amazing sex. Fucking awesome (and awesome fucking)!

There’s one aspect of the experience that I have found especially gratifying and would like to describe.

The first evening the three of us hung out together, we reached a threshold where it was clear we were going to be fooling around. We had been talking about sex all night, her experiences, our experiences, where our individual journeys have taken us. Eventually we ended up in the sex treehouse and she saw the Sybian and the bed up there and we all looked at each other, grinned, and effectively said, “You wanna?” (Oh hell yeah!)

So, clothes were doffed, we cuddled on the bed together, and there was that brief awkward pause of “Okay, how are we gonna do this? How does this work?”

It feels like there is never a good sexy time to have the STD talk, there’s only more and less awkward. But this felt like about the best window we were going to find. So I seized the conversational bull by the horns, “Hey, before we get started, let’s have the terribly unsexy and awkward STD talk.” We explicitly reviewed when we had been tested last, what issues there were to consider, possible risks to be mindful of. Once we felt like we had all potential issues on the table and a shared understanding, we took a moment to acknowledge how that can be a challenging topic, but we were all three so glad we had discussed it before anything juicy had happened.

Since we were in that space already, I then dove into explicit topic number two. “Let’s talk about boundaries for a minute. It’s super important to me that we’re only doing things that you’re really enthusiastic about. If you’ve got any hard boundaries that you already know about, I want to hear them. At the same time, if you find your boundaries shift as we’re fooling around and something that you thought would be awesome is making you uncomfortable, it’s important to me that you are able to speak up and let us know. Does that work for you? Can you do that, can you explicitly own your boundaries like that?” She could and did. We laid down a couple of hard lines and enthusiastically agreed that any one of us could pause the action at any time to add to that list with no drama, no hurt feelings.

I thought we were about ready to start and then E paused for a moment with a thoughtful expression and spoke again. “I need to say… I know you two enjoy some pretty enthusiastic BDSM play, and I feel like I need to say… that’s not really my thing. I like a little bit of light hair pulling in just the right moments, but that’s about it. I just don’t have the same relationship with pain that you do. I hope that’s not a huge downer.” We rushed to reassure her; I think my answer was something like, “Oh hon, I have zero agenda except making your brain turn to mush with pleasure! Especially while we’re getting started and learning about each other, I’m not trying to push your boundaries or do anything that you feel uncertain about. I want you to end this night feeling supremely blissed out and completely comfortable.”

With those conversations done, we turned to slathering each other with oil, getting a little familiar with each others’ bodies, and… epic amounts of fun ensued. I could write full-on porn about the experience, but here’s the thing that really stood out for me. Having had those conversations, we then proceeded to have one of the most uninhibited and least self-conscious threesomes I’ve ever had. There seemed to be the least amount of anxiety and fretting that I have ever had with a new partner. Everyone seemed to be fully comfortable in their own skin, overflowing with praise about how stunningly gorgeous the other two were, and deeply committed to spreading around as much pleasure as we possibly could. I don’t think I have ever felt as nakedly exposed and vulnerable in front of a new partner, nor have I ever been as well rewarded for being so open. Everyone took a prolonged turn as the center of attention, combinations and permutations were explored with glee and abandon, the differences in our bodies and preferences were explored with wonder and delight and a complete lack of judgement. And I was really pleased to find out that E did indeed feel safe and secure enough to say once or twice, “That’s not really working for me; can we have less of this and maybe more of that?” Knowing that your partner(s) have that ability to own their own boundaries does a considerable amount to quiet that inner voice that frets about, “She seems like she’s having fun, but is she really enjoying that? What’s the furrow on her brow mean? Hell, is that person feeling left out? Am I doing too much of this and not enough that?” Being able to let go of that and trust my partners was an enormous gift and tremendously liberating.

Last night was the second date with E, and I am so happy to report the first time was not a fluke. Again we discussed our boundaries, where our heads were, what we needed. We started in one place and twice when it seemed like things were about to escalate I checked in explicitly, “Can I do this, would you enjoy this?” and received clear and honest answers. It was a magical experience, ran rather later than any of us expected, and included several (welcome) firsts for E.

I feel profoundly fortunate to have had that experience with partners who are so extraordinarily generous with their affection, trust, and intention. I can’t tell you how eager and excited I am about the prospect of more forthcoming.

Greece: 16

04. October 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags:

No sex today.

Greece: 15

03. October 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

For the first time in a while, we did not have any sex, or even any fooling around, all morning, day, or early evening. About the time we laid down for the evening, ominous rumblings started rolling through the skies and a sizable thunderstorm began to build. At the same time I crawled between S’s thighs, face down, and began to nuzzle and lick her pussy.

Often there is a progression: I lick her pussy and soon enough she begs for a finger inside her. I comply and insert a finger (or two) and after several orgasms she begs for my cock. I oblige, more orgasms happen, a good time is had by all.

That did not happen this time. S relaxed into it and accepted it as the progression naturally unfolded. This allowed me the time and space to let things build more gradually, more organically. I took my sweet time licking and sucking her pussy with my mouth. Sometimes I gave her the lightest little flicker brushstroke on her clit with the very tip of my tongue, other times I gave her soft wet open-mouth kisses covering her entire clit hood. I pulled a labia entirely into my mouth and rolled it side to side before pulling back and letting it slowly drag between my tightened lips. I lapped with a broad flat tongue straight up the center of her split wet lips. I used my wet pouty lower lip to brush over her clit repeatedly. I hiked her thighs high and wormed my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could manage. I pulled her clit into my mouth and washed it side-to-side with my tongue. By this time, S was nearly out of her mind with pleasure, and right on the cusp of an orgasm she needed like breath itself.

With my mouth still firmly sealed over her clit hood, I slipped a finger into her dripping pussy and her hips arched off the bed like she was being electrocuted. Her orgasm broke wide open and I used my finger and mouth to prolong that peak as long as I could. Once the initial explosion subsided the slightest bit, I pulled my head and mouth back and fingered her more intently. Sometimes I stroked in and out, sometimes I left my finger buried inside her and curled it to stroke against her g-spot. I rolled my hand palm down and stroked against the taut muscles of her pelvic floor. I pushed deep and repeatedly bumped against the neck of her cervix. Whenever it seemed like her pleasure and orgasms had plateaued, I stilled my hand and resumed lashing her with my tongue, whipping her to a frenzy again. And when she had acclimated to my mouth, I returned my focus to fingering her.

As all this was happening, the storm outside our open balcony doors grew in size, with dramatic flashes of light filling the sky and low, swelling thunder echoing about the room.

After an eternity, my fingers sticky and my face smeared with her cunt juices, the scent of her firmly imprinted in my nose, I climbed on top of her and slid my cock home. The fucking lasted easily as long as all of the preamble, with as much variation. Her cries competed with the thunder and I poured myself into her like the rain falling from the sky.

For my own crescendo, I stood and led her out to the balcony. She grabbed onto the edge of the railing and faced the thunderstorm while I drove my cock into her from behind. “Don’t close your eyes”, I instructed her, “watch the show.” Fingers hooked into her hips, cooled by the breeze and the occasional bit of rain blown over us, I fucked hard and fast. Watching the storm, I fell into a strong pace and finally exploded into her at a full running gallop.

S and I are fortunate beyond measure that we have such similar and boundless appetites for sex, and it often seems incredible to us that it continues to improve over time. Even so, we are sometimes reel in amazement when a particular session establishes a fresh, personal, high-water mark for phenomenal sex. This was one of those. For fuck’s sake, the sex with this girl just blows my mind.

Roughly an hour later, we laid in bed on our sides, continuing to watch the storm raging outside. From my position behind her, I could feel her swollen pussy lips protruding back between her thighs, and I started gently brushing it with my thumb. As much as I try to push her limits, S gives every impression of being absolutely insatiable, and she pushed her hips backwards to squirm my thumb inside her cunt. It didn’t take long before out attention was thoroughly distracted from the storm and was back on our own carnal pleasures.

Soon enough, I guided S to lie face down on the bed, with her head aimed directly at the open doors to the balcony. I mounted her from behind and drove my cock into her. Fucking in this position ground my cockhead against her g-spot repeatedly, and with no finesse or artistry whatsoever, I pounded her into several orgasms before racing to my own.

One last time, as the sky was showing the very slightest hints of dawn, I woke with a powerful erection and all of the memories of the previous fucking. I lubed my cock with an excess of olive oil and told S to mount my cock from above. She stood on the bed, straddled my hips and sank her cunt down onto my cock. We rocked in that position for a bit, sometimes with her standing and squatting up and down on my cock, sometimes kneeling astride me while I bucked my hips and drove my cock into her from below. Eventually I rolled her over on the bed and mounted her again, until I came again (again!), exhausted, blissed out, and fully drained.

Greece: 14

02. October 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

We rented a small motorboat and spent some time exploring some of the bays and inlets near a particularly lovely beach town. Eventually we made anchor at a completely deserted inlet and we took advantage of the privacy to fool around. I sat on the padded cushion on the bow of the boat and S knelt in front of me and sucked my cock. The boat was being rocked by the rolling waves and S made a game of kneeling with her hands behind her back and letting the buffeting waves knock her forwards, shoving her throat down onto my cock. It did not take long for this game to give me a solid erection, and we still had the privacy to use it. S swiftly doffed her bikini and laid on her back on the bow of the boat and I mounted her for a quickie on the bouncing waves. There was a little nervousness as I kept an eye on boats that might be approaching, but I managed to drive S to a couple of satisfying orgasms before finally rushing to my own, just as another boat began to approach the cove. We dressed, pulled up anchor, and puttered away. As we departed S swore the other boat’s pilot gave her a very knowing grin.

Later in the day, at another quiet bay, I was sitting at the stern of the boat while S was sprawled on the decking at my feet. I playfully stroked her bikini-clad pussy with my foot and toes. I wasn’t planning on doing anything more, but S did not hesitate to pull her bikini bottoms to the side and I stroked a little more intently with my big toe. She scooted forward and suddenly I had my big toe fully inside her pussy, wiggling and thrusting. I wasn’t sure she would like it, but she did. I wasn’t sure she could get off from it, which felt like a challenge, and so I did my best to make sure she did. I succeeded.

Even later still in the day, we piloted the boat to an even more remote location, bobbing in the water below towering 1200 ft cliffs, and took the time for a little nude photography. I’m vain enough that I want to look the best for my pictures, so S very sweetly sucked me to a very pleasant length and thickness.

Finally back home after an amazing day and a fair measure of red wine, we fell asleep fairly early. Around midnight I woke to hear S talking in her sleep. Mostly it was gibberish, but there was one clear line of dialog, a playful, teasing, “Tell me you fucked her.” Well, if she was having that kind of dream, I was certainly going to help. I very quietly applied a generous helping of olive oil to my cock and mounted her before she could fully awaken. When her eyes finally opened and focused on me, she groaned deeply and pulled me in tight. I alternated attacks, going very slow and gentle with my full body pressed on top of her, and then sometimes lifting her thighs and folding her in half with rough, savage pounding that made her scream. After driving her into one of those clusters where individual orgasms were impossible to count, I finally filled her with my own cum and fell back to the bed panting. S laid there inert, gasping for breath, and I finally got up and went to the bathroom to bring her a cloth for cleaning up.

As if that wasn’t enough, I woke again in the very dark hours of the morning and decided to fuck her again, just because I could.

Greece: 13

02. October 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

This day started very early and involved a great deal of driving around in the car. I got to playfully stroke S’s pussy through her panties as we were driving, but I thought that was going to be the extent of our fun until we got back home.

However, late afternoon found us exploring a 13th century fortress, on a high peak along the coast. There were very few other people exploring the fortress, which allowed us ample time to play with S’s pussy more, until her panties were dripping wet. As even more people departed, we found a few minutes for some nude photography in the fortress. Eventually, there was only one other couple in the entire place; by being especially careful and finding some strategically deserted spots, we managed a little time for cock sucking and some very brief fucking.

Eventually it came time for the long drive home. By this point, S had removed her panties entirely as they were rather messy. I spent a great deal of the drive with my hand on her cunt, either running slippery fingers along her clit or with one or two fingers hooked inside her pussy. By the time we got back to our home base, S was a little shocked to realize I had fingered her from one side of the island to another. Apparently she had gotten a little dazed from the stimulation and orgasms, which I took as high praise.

Once home, she was eager for a suitable finally. We went down to the patio beside the pool where I fingered her a little more, while stroking my cock to erection at the same time. When I was suitably stiff, I bent her over the railing and entered her from behind; I do so love fucking with a world-class vista in front of us. I was so worked up from the day’s fun that it didn’t take me long to reach my own orgasm.

After an hour or so to rest and recover, we ended up outside again, this time reclined on patio furniture, where I gently suckled at S’s tender clit and fingered her to several more delightful orgasms.

Around 3 am I woke up a little chilly, and snuggled in closer to S for warmth and cuddles. This had the entirely predictable result of making my cock stiffen, which encouraged me to rub against her a little more and… yeah, we had sex again in the dark hours of the morning. Most lovely.

Greece: 12

30. September 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

After another day at the nude beach, we came home and took a very quick dip in the pool. After, I sat on the corner of the pool with my feet on the top step and S moved over to start sucking my cock. She got chilled after a few minutes and we went inside to the bed to resume our play. She sucked my cock, and before long I asked her to pil up a finger and slip it inside my ass at the same time. She started by reaching for my prostate, but I didn’t want to climax quite that fast, so I asked her to “just” fuck my ass with her finger while she blew me. After several amazing and mind-blowing minutes of that, I told her to pull out and climb on top of me, She mounted me form above above and bounce up and down quite enthusiastically. Eventually I grabbed onto the iron bars of the headboard, and she squatted on my elevated cock and held onto the same board, both of us bucking and riding for all we were worth, the heavy meaty sounds of our groins smashing into each other filling the room.

When I was finally too worn out to maintain that position, I fell back to the bed and told S to lie on her back and open her thighs. I mounted her and fucked enthusiastically, with no goal in mind but to reach my own selfish orgasm. Happily, she seemed to stumble into one or two herself, and everything ended on a deeply satisfactory note.

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