It seems like cheating to start the listing with sex that happened the night before the trip. And sadly there is nothing to share from the very first day of the trip because it was lost entirely to travel. If only the overnight flight hadn’t been on a completely full plane, or if only we’d had a layover in the dark hours of the morning in a sparsely populated airport. Maybe on the return flights.

So, my recounting will have to begin with Sunday, our first partial day in Greece. We’re renting a house on the west side of the island, with a swimming pool and at least partial privacy. After getting acquainted with the house, we opted for a brief but delightful bit of cock sucking followed by fucking, before walking to the local taverna for some dinner.

When this relationship became so much more intense, back in the start of 2015, I couldn’t make her climax at all. She enjoyed everything we did, but orgasms just weren’t part of the picture. I think it took something like six months before I could make her cum, and then only from oral sex, with a great deal of effort and when the circumstances were just right. It was another nine months before I ever led her to orgasm while fucking, again only with exactly the right preparation and some considerable effort.

I am very pleased to tell you, faithless readers, that somewhere in the middle of this Summer the situation escalated once again. I’ll take some small credit for finally figuring out a technique that really works for her, but I think the majority of the change happened inside her own mind, it’s as if she finally gave herself permission to climax freely, enthusiastically.

Which is all a long-winded way of saying, even for a quickie, she came a number of times, most delightfully. 🙂

After dinner, we returned to the house and I stripped off for a dip in the not-exactly-heated swimming pool. She took a dip as well, and then decided it was too cool for her. After she dried off, she came back outside to sit beside the pool whilst I sat on the steps of the pool, basking in the water and reading. I moved her to the very edge of the pool and spent some time licking her pussy while I stood in the pool. We went inside soon thereafter and resumed the pussy licking and added some fingering, bringing her off quite explosively a number of times. I dragged her into the center of the bed and climbed between her legs to fuck her deeply, rubbing the head of my cock against her g-spot just the way she liked it. After a while of that, it seemed a good time to explore and christen more of the house. I brought her into the living room and bent her over the arm of the couch where she could watch the swimming pool as I fucked her. After several minutes of that, we went upstairs and out onto a small deck where she bent over a railing and watched the sunset while I fucked her from behind. When I finally decided it was time for me to cum, we moved back inside to the upstairs bedroom for more missionary sex, where I eventually climaxed with great enthusiasm.

By this time it was dark and even with considerable jetlag we were pretty exhausted and fell asleep. We both woke up again around midnight, knowing it was in our best interest to continue sleeping in an attempt to get our sleeping schedule normalized to the local time. Well, what better way to fall back asleep than for her to suck my cock until it was hard and long enough that the head filled her throat. While she was occupied with the sucking, I started telling her in an almost matter-of-fact tone, “You know how this goes. If you’re going to suck me like this, eventually you’re going to ask me to fuck you. And since you’ve already been fucked a couple of times, your cunt will already be swollen and over-stimulated. Which means you’re going to cum really fast and really hard. The orgasms will hit you like a swarm, until it’s nearly impossible to tell the end of one from the start of the next.” After several minutes of such talk, she pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet, noisy slurp and asked me to please fuck her. It would have been rude to tell her no, right? So I used the erection she had given me in exactly the fashion I had described, and she came loudly, repeatedly, joyously. When it was all done, the vigorous fucking had exactly the desired effect, and I fell right back asleep holding her tightly in my arms. I hope she slept as well.

My partner has recently, officially moved into the household, something both of us have been looking forward to for a while. As you might imagine, being around each other more has meant more opportunities for sex. And we’ve been taking advantage of those opportunities. With great enthusiasm. Like, a lot. *blush* This is the first time (for either of us) being paired with a partner of roughly equivalent libido, and we’re finding out our appetites are even larger than we would have guessed.

Imagine being raised in an environment where you could have exactly one chocolate-chip cookie, once a year at Christmas. What bliss, what joy, that single cookie, how eagerly anticipated! Over the years, you might find yourself growing greedy for just a little more. Oh, if only you could have a cookie on your birthday as well, just one more cookie, surely that would be nirvana, all a person could possibly want!

Then you find myself in the position of being an adult, with no such constraints. And gleefully eating an entire plate of cookies at a single sitting. Regularly.

Which is to say, yes, there has been some gluttony lately. Thus far, there’s little indication of it tapering off. But how does one know if one doesn’t keep records?

It just so happens that the aforementioned partner and I are about to take our longest trip ever together, two and a half weeks in Greece. Staying in villas, basking in the Greek sun, swimming in the Aegean, slathered in olive oil. During this trip, I’m going to attempt to document all of our sexual activity. I don’t imagine I’ll have the focus to write it all up in florid detail, but I would like to capture the rough outlines of frequency, duration, circumstances, positions.

So there you are. Stay tuned for updates; I hope they make you wet with joy and green with envy! 🙂

23. June 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags:

“No matter what you look like, somebody would love to plant his face in your fucking ass!”

24. March 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

The majority of my girlfriends have been pretty readily orgasmic. With a couple of them, it took me some time to figure out their preferences, what they like, how, when, and in what order. Such experimentation is hardly laborious (*snort* “labor of love”), and eventually I could push the right buttons manually, orally, or during penetration. Yay!

Not so much, with my most recent girlfriend. After several months of exploring, I found a way to bring her to orgasm with a carefully coordinated combination of oral and manual stimulation, but it has not been a sure thing. Orgasms during penetration, nope.

There are some mitigating circumstances that I suspect contribute to her challenges reaching orgasm. She has endured some considerable childhood sexual abuse and continues to sort that out in her head today. She has had a series of sexual partners who enjoyed her enthusiasm initially only to eventually tire of it and shame her for being too sexual, wanting too much. She has endured a sexual partner who eventually lost interest in her altogether, causing her to cast her own libido as a lost relic of her youth. Lastly, as we’re all getting older, there’s some chance that the changing hormones of aging are playing some role in it all.

Does it sound like I’m complaining? Oh my, no! This partner has fully met Dan Savage’s GGG standard: good, giving, and game. She has been incredibly enthusiastic, open to just about everything, considerate, thoughtful, shamelessly dirty, and kinky as all fuck. We have an amazing time together in the bedroom (and in the kitchen, on the deck, in the woods…) and I deeply relish our times together!

Still, helping her (and me!) cross that hurdle has been the source of some deep thinking and very playful experimentation.

I don’t suppose there’s any way to say this that doesn’t sound like bragging, so let’s just revel in it.

Last night I made her cum from fucking! Multiple times! Four or so, but it can be really hard to count when some of those waves crash and crest and crash again in rapid succession. And then two more orgasms from licking her pussy.

Afterwards, she had a smile like I’d never seen on her face before. (And she smiles a lot!) I asked how long it had been since she’d climaxed from fucking, and she said twenty-five years! Bloody hell, that’s a drought!

I don’t mean to make too much of it. If it doesn’t happen again for another year, it won’t put a dent in my enthusiasm. We have had amazing times together before this and we will after as well. There’s no shortage of scintillating experiences to be explored and repeated, and I’m looking forward to sharing a broad spectrum of them. I’m just happy to have reached this threshold. Hopefully she’s learned a little more about how to let go and relax into it, hopefully I’ve learned a little more about what works for her.

But yeah, I’m feeling a little chuffed. And chafed. 🙂

And then there was the time I fucked her hard enough she got foot cramps. 

02. December 2015 · 1 comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

I like the sort of party where the next morning there are more sex toys to clean than there are dirty dishes.

Morning cleanup

This memory came back to me with a sudden clarity this afternoon, and I wanted to write it dow for keeping.

In high school, in Memphis, in the 1980s.

I’d brought Paula home after a date that neither of us wanted to end. She peeked in her house and determined that her parents were sufficiently asleep, and so decided we could risk lying out on a blanket in her backyard. If her parents awoke, at least she was really home by curfew, even if she wasn’t exactly inside and tucked into bed.

Lying side by side on the blanket, staring up at the sky and the clouds sliding past. Holding hands turned to snuggling, turned to cuddling, turned to petting, turned to fucking.

Paula had mastered riding me with a slow pelvic rock that ground her clit against my pubic bone, slowly, leisurely, quietly.

Riding

When a warm, Summer rain started, Paula spread her arms, arched her back, and lifted her face to the dark, wet skies. She held herself in that ecstatic pose while I pushed and surged under her until I came hard and hot inside her, panting, dripping.

Years later Paula found out her sister (2 years younger) had been watching the entire time, most avidly, masturbating furiously the entire time.

30. May 2015 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

… that’s why!

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I accidentally left a butt plug on the bathroom counter for the house cleaners to find today. *blush*

Buttplug

Hey, it was clean! Just sitting out to dry.

Some aspects of domination do not come naturally to me. So much of my sexuality has been about putting my partner at ease and making sure they are deeply comfortable, emotionally and physically. Because if they feel safe and at ease, they’ll be able to more fully relax and enjoy themselves, right? Right? Well, mostly. Until you start venturing into the deeper waters of BDSM play.

For instance, I’ve always thought that heterosexual 69 should be done with the woman on top, which allows the woman to control the depth and speed of the fellatio. Additionally, if the guy is on top he runs the risk of suffocating his partner when his ballsack settles over her nose while her mouth is already quite full.

For the past several months, I have been involved with a partner who has been eager to learn to deep throat. As there is a significant BDSM aspect to our relationship, the “learning” has been fairly aggressive at times. We started with hanging her head off the edge of the bed (which helps straighten the bend between her mouth and throat) while I fucked her mouth somewhat aggressively. From this position I played with pushing my cock farther into her mouth, seeing how deep I could go before engaging her gag reflex, challenging her to hold her breath, and sometimes fucking her mouth with more force and speed. Her progress from week to week has been a very pleasant surprise. It didn’t take long before I was able to push into her throat on a regular basis and she proved herself capable of swallowing my cock in more conventional positions, such as kneeling in bed.

As we were tumbling about in bed recently, she ended up reclined while I knelt at her head. I dangled my cock within reach of her mouth, expecting a friendly little lick or kiss on the head. Instead she sucked my cock fully into her mouth and I seized the moment to advance her training. I pulled her arms straight down her sides and pinned them to the bed with my hands while I straddled her head and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. Instantly her arms began to struggle in my grip and her hips twisted side to side looking for escape. I lowered myself until my belly was pinning her chest to the bed and fucked her throat deeply. When her desperation reached new levels, I lifted up and allowed her to take thirsty gasps of air. After the briefest of respites, I pushed in again and took her throat roughly. We repeated this over and over, me fucking her mouth and throat roughly and her frantic heaving breaths. Occasionally, she managed to wrench her arm free and would push at my torso trying to dislodge me. When I would relent and allow her a brief bit of air, her hand would fly to her face to wipe away tears and drool. I quickly forbid that, pinned her arms again, and wiped my cock across her face multiple times until she was slick and wet. And then I forced myself into her mouth again, and again, and again. I quickly learned her panic “flight response” started several seconds before she actually needed air, and I could distract her and prolong the experience by giving her orders before I would pull back and let her breathe. Commanding her to grasp my ass with her hands and pull me in deeper was an especially inspired moment, as it forced her to take my cock a little deeper and a little longer before I finally acceded to her panic and let her draw in air again.

We’ve done this several times now, and it has become a favorite part of our routine. If we do it multiple times in an evening, I can feel when her throat gets a little swollen and is harder to push into. Her voice develops a rasp for several hours afterwards, which amuses both of us. “I’ve finally gotten that Tallulah Bankhead bourbon-and-cigarettes voice that I’ve always wanted,” she says with a big smile. And when we are separated and she is feeling my absence particularly sharply, she will complain, “My throat is so very empty.”

A similar story could be told about fucking. Despite its reputation as a vanilla mainstay, I’ve always been quite partial to the missionary position. It puts the female partner in a very comfortable posture, there’s ample eye contact, kissing can happen, as well as breast play, clit play… what’s not to like? Don’t get me wrong, I mix it up a lot, but missionary is a very reliable part of my repertoire.

Once again, “as we were tumbling about in bed recently”, I found myself straddling the girl while she was face down on the bed, arms and legs straight. I started with the intention of sliding my cock against the crease of her ass, teasing her a bit. This is perhaps the time to mention that this is my first partner with a particularly small (but absolutely exquisite!) ass. I soon found that my cock was getting quite damp from the sliding back and forth, because her cunt with surprisingly accessible and exposed. Straddling her ass and thighs, I sank my cock into her waiting pussy. The opportunities presented by this position were revealed in very short order. I spread my fingers wide and braced my palms against the back of her rib cage, locking her in place and making her helpless. Any effort she made to twist and writhe away only served to drive my cock into her deeper. I played with depth, teasing her with the head of my cock just barely sliding in and out of her while she whimpers in need. When I drove in deep and hard, the head of my cock pushed against her g-spot in a way the makes her exceedingly happy. Once again, this position has become a featured part of our toolkit now.

So more lesson from my on-going journeys into BDSM. Using my body to pin down and trap my partner. Forcing myself on them (in an entirely consensual way!). Appreciating the pleasures to be found in discomfort.