The Unholy Trinity

"Write Big Sexy Words" for February 2022
salacious, dalliance, cosset, frisky, intimacy, covet, wanton, idolatry, supplicate

I covet covert copulation
With a wickedly wanton wench.
A dalliance of delightful decadence
To cosset connubial consent,
For frantic frisky fornication
And sublime salacious supplication
For intrinsic inane intimacy.
Adultery, idolatry, frivolity,
The unholy trinity, content!

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Lust Lost and Found

This post is a rework of "Lustless" posted in Feb. 2019.

Can Something You Never Had be LOST?

With my girlfriend at the time, lust wasn't exactly 'lost', rather it never developed. I guess you couldn’t have found two more neophytes as far as sex was concerned, when we started dating. First serious relationship for both of us. No sexual experience. I was from an up-tight religious background, and my girlfriend was from a broken home, living with a protective mother. Add to this her serious medical condition. Our courtship involved a lot of joint volunteering, caring and charity type activities. We were young, optimistic and idealistic. As far fetched as it sounds, we really were 25 year old virgins in the ‘age of Aquarius’ when we married.

Due to poor time planning and travel, the wedding night was sexless (not that unusual apparently). We only had a long-weekend due to study commitments, but a full honeymoon was planned in the semester break. But our sexual initiation this first weekend was very fumbly and definitely less than lustful. 

Back at our new apartment, between settling in and study, our sexual start to married life wasn't improving. Five weeks later, we went on our formal ‘honeymoon’. But daily travelling and a different bed every night, left our “honeymoon” sexless.

Our first six months was a very fumbling, intermittent sex life. Between women’s issues and her other health problems 2 or 3 times a month, sex was infrequent and mediocre. I think there was one very good encounter when I took the whole day off and we spent half the day in bed, mostly in fore-play, finally achieving successful coitus. Whilst my wife enjoyed extended foreplay, she was mostly not comfortable going below the waist. In month’s 7 to 12, despite moving into a house from the 1 bedroom apartment, sex virtually ceased, with my wife no longer able to relax enough to allow penetration - vaginismus, ‘frozen vagina’.

Over the next couple of years, the vaginismus subsided, but her health problem meant that we visited hospital ER more often than we had sex (4-5 times per year). As for quality, “Think of England”.

We finally found a medical specialist that was somewhat supportive of us starting a family by carefully reducing medication by half and closely monitoring my wife's medical condition. It was a matter of treading the fine line between the congenital danger of high dose meds. and the dangers of a low dosed medical condition. Using the Billings method, conception was achieved in 3 months. Wow, sex, whether she wanted to or not, once a month for 3 months - the most frequent sex in our married life before (or since). The 9 months of pregnancy went smoothly health-wise, though sex was off. Then life was hit for a six when our child was born with multiple congenital conditions requiring immediate life-saving surgery, then full repair and follow-up surgeries over the next 5 years.

The first couple of years post natal, were sexless. I guess conjugal relations were of such a low priority, that the years slipped by. In hindsight,  I estimate that over 20 years, we averaged between 0 and 2 times per year.

At around the 30 year mark, we were empty-nesters, mortgage paid and a comfortable career. My wife’s medical condition had settled a little. I started pressing/encouraging increased (resumed?) sexual activity, but with little success. It seemed to be a matter of “Well, if you really must. Hop on and get it over with” - hardly encouraging - 'sympathy sex' at best. I backed off somewhat and tried to get her interested in mutual masturbation, but there was no interest - touching ‘down there’ was off limits, and oral was abhorrent to her.

Eventually, I got her to talk about our situation, but all I got was “I just don’t enjoy sex and never have”. Well, after that smack in the face, I promised that I would never ‘bother’ her about it again, and I haven’t.

It was 3-4 years later, that she started to open up a bit more about her childhood. It seems that her introduction to sex was as a pre-teen, hearing her drunken alcoholic father having his way with his wife and hearing her mother pleading to be left alone. Even in the 1960’s, a woman was still her husband’s chattel and conjugal rights were expected. "Rape in marriage" was inconceivable by definition of ‘marriage’.

After a few months, she asked her mother about it, and she had her first ‘lesson’ in sex-ed, including rape. The ancients described this as "The sins of the father will be visited on his children to the 3rd and 4th generation" (Ex.20:5, Num.14:18, Deu.5:9).

Never a truer statement has been made, than "The must important sexual organ is the one between our ears"!

So that just leaves me. When we vow “For better or worse, in sickness and health”, I guess we all assume that the worse and sickness will only be a small percentage of married life. How one deals with and transcends the "worse" is a measure of your character and depth of love. Our relationship had virtually declined into ‘patient and carer’. Any hope of 'normal' marital sex was totally LOST! I started going through bouts of depression. Who cares for the carer? It was through discussions with a friend at work, that I started to realise that there was no point in just blaming circumstances for one’s unhappiness. I had to take responsibility for my own happiness, thinking outside the square of societal conventions. The Good Book tells us to ‘Love your neighbour as yourself’ - I had been taught the first half all my childhood, but not really much about loving myself - that was always seen as being ‘selfish’.

And so I ‘bit the bullet’ and started taking some occasional ‘me time’ with some ‘Ladies Of Pleasure’. I had tried once before on a business trip, but it was over in a couple of minutes and I remember thinking "Is that all there is!". But this time, I was lucky to find a kind, more mature lady, that was very understanding of my situation and led and guided me through a lovely time.

FOUND

And so it was that in my mid-50s, I FOUND what I had never had. Through a forum of men in situations like myself, I learned about brothels and private sex workers, of the wide range of services available and of all the different types ladies, from 'star-fish' to nymphos. With some delightful ladies, I discovered/learned about the differences between women and men's arousal patterns, of pleasuring a woman, how mutual enjoyment can be far better than individual pleasure, that love and sex can coexist separately. I learned the difference between love-sex and fun-sex. I learned how humor and laughter can enhance the sexual experience. I learned to give and receive oral for the first time - I've had some wonderful teachers. I've learned about Booty Buddies, Friends With Benefits and Sugar Daddys. OMG I feel so embarrassed to be confessing my sexually deprived upbringing.

In the anonymity and privacy of brothel pillow talk, I have had ladies confide things they might not even share with a BFF, of their likes and dislikes as far as client behaviour is concerned, and I've learned a lot about fellow men's lack of sexual education, experience and confidence - just like me. So I set about to write a BLOG about what I was learning, of personal experiences and educational essays, then later fictional pieces.

For others in situations like mine, I wrote "A Lustless Relationship Survivors Memorial".

I've found fulfillment in my writing, of bringing pleasure and sex-positive knowledge to a wider community. And I've found a wonderful community of fellow writers, that support and encourage.

Losing IT Again

But with age, I discovered declining libido, of Erectile Dis-function. Then we add on prostate cancer and the impact of roast prostate by radiotherapy and how that leads to further ED, lower libido, loss of ejaculation ability and lowered tactile sensation.

But I'm working on IT. With regular ED meds. and regular self-love and trial 'test drives', all is not completely lost, if not totally re-found! Never is there a truer saying than "Use it or lose it!".

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Summer Holiday pt.7 - Home Again, Home Again

In part 20 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a summer holiday (pt.7), the long weekend holiday comes to a close and it's time to go home and collect the children.

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"To market, to market, to buy a fat pic.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig" 

Olde English nursery rhyme, initially published 1611

Pat and Trevor had set up their own bed on the floor on the other side of the room. After the fun and games of dinner the night before, everyone just flopped on the nearest bed to sleep. Fanny woke to find herself in between Tim and Jack, with two hard 'morning woods' probing her thighs. She glanced over to the other bed and saw that Tess and Emily had one Dick between them. She smiled to herself and gave her hips a little wriggle as she felt the wetness quickly building in her.

"Morning Fanny" said Dick and Jack, each reaching an arm around her, squeezing a breast each and pressing their warm bodies in closer. "It's sort of sad that we're going home today and the weekend's over. So you two had better give me a really good fucking for me to remember this weekend by". She flung an arm around Jack and kissed him very passionately, whilst lifting a leg over him to rub her labia over his cock.

Tim pushed her from behind, rolling her on top of Jack. She took immediate advantage of the change of position to work her aching cunt onto Jack.

Tim moved to the top of the bed, saying "How about we have 'spit roast' for breakfast", offering his own erection to Fanny's mouth, which she immediately devoured with relish.  Tim and Jack soon got into the swing with Fanny rocking back and forth being alternately impaled by a cock from both ends.

Fanny glanced to her left and saw Tess and Emily straddling Dick, with their cunts being plundered by his cock and tongue.

"Switch!" called Tim, and Jack and Tim withdrew, swung Fanny around on the bed and resumed the spit roast reversed. Fanny felt her 1st orgasm building. She had to release Jack from her mouth as she groaned and her body changed from its rocking spit-roast action, to shaking convulsions of orgasm. As her orgasm subsided, Jack called "Switch!" and the men twirled Fanny around again and Jack plunged in again to enjoy another orgasm that flooded though her.

The two men raised their hands and 'high-fived' each other. "DP?" asked Tim. He withdrew from Fanny's mouth and came around to help roll Jack on his back, and rotating Fanny on Jack's cock, remaining coupled, into a 'reverse-cow-girl' position. Tim moved between Fanny and Jack's legs.

Fanny lay back on Jack's chest exposing her pussy, still impaled by Jack, for full access by Tim.  "Oh yeh! Come on! Fill me up, both of you. Oh God, yes. I need to feel totally filled. Come on, Give it to me!". Tim reached around for the tube of lube and applied a liberal amount to himself, Fanny and Tim's still impaled cock. Spreading her labia, he took his cock in hand and worked his glans between her labia then pressing against Jack's cock, worked his way into her now very tight pussy. Having achieved full penetration, the two men took up a synchronous fucking action. "Oh my God!". "Fuck yes". "More, more. Give it to me!". "Oh yes, I'm coming". There was general "Oooing" and "Arghing" from all directions.

Fanny looked to the other bed again and saw that Dick was bucking and thrusting under Emily and Tess. The girls seemed to be shuddering with their own orgasms, shouting in ecstasy.

Fanny's own orgasm built up and up till she exploded with her whole body convulsing. Tim and Jack held onto the bed tightly so they could retain their penetration to enjoy the throbbing, pulsing convulsion of Fanny's fanny till she had drained their cum.

Jack felt Tim's cock starting to twitch next to his and couldn't hold back his own orgasm building up. With a couple more synchronous thrusts, they came together, filling Fanny with a super-duper sloppy double cream-pie.

The shouting slowed and was replaced by "Wow!" and "Oh my God, that was awesome!". Bodies uncoupled and flopped flat on the beds.

It was Tess that finally spoke up. "Wow! In all our time together as a fuck-buddies group, I can't remember us ever having had such an awesome 'cuming together'."

"A perfect way to finish our holiday weekend!" responded Fanny.

"A sextet you might say" laughed Jack.

"Here, here!" echoed around the room, including Trev and Pat, who had been enjoying their own thing in the other corner.

It was more than half an hour before there was a general move to get up, to toilet and wash. Some brunch was prepared and coffee brewed, and the group moved out to the veranda to eat.

After their meal, the girls wanted to wash. Fortunately, the Saturday night storm had replenished the water tank supply, so there was sufficient for a bucket wash each. Tim, spoke up with "Hey girls, I found a shower bag. Do you want to try this?".

"What is that?" asked Pat.

"Here, I'll show you" said Tim, as he filled the bag with water and hung it from the pole in the yard that no-one seemed to know what it was for. He turned the little tap on the bag and a light shower flowed.

"Wow. Why didn't we have this on Friday night?" shouted Tess. Fanny was first to hop under, but the cold slow flow was only just enough for a basic body wash. Tess managed a wash too before the bag had to be refilled. Pat and Emily followed. "God, I can't wait for a hot shower and to wash my hair properly when I get home" stated Fanny firmly.

The guys satisfied themselves with a quick sponge wash.

Fed and clean, they dressed in civies, ready for the drive home. They packed their bags and  loaded the cars and bid the holiday house farewell.

They stopped off in the little beach-side town when they saw a farmers' market. They noticed a fish-monger, so stocked up on fish, fruit and vegetables (but no fat pig) for their meals that night.

And so they finally made their way home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Pulling up at Tess and Tim's house, they moved their personal gear into their individual cars. Pat had come with Emily and Jack, but she leaned into Trevor and said "Would you like to take me home? Oh, and how do you like your eggs for breakfast?".

"Love to. And over-easy if you don't mind!" replied Trev. "But can we go to my house first? I need to get my work clothes for tomorrow". Pat excused herself to Emily, and climbed into Trevor's car and they drove off.

Fanny and Dick went home to their own hot showers.

Tess and Tim, and Emily and Jack drove to school, where they met the bus just as it arrived from the camp. All the children were full of excitement and couldn't stop telling stories of camp all through dinner. But they were tired, so after bath time they were sent to bed, and both couples finally got to have their own hot showers together as couples, then a beautiful evening of love-making in their god-given birthday suits!

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Summer Holiday pt.6 - Never on Sunday

In part 6 of the Lifestyle Circle's summer holiday, after Saturday night's Couples Night, the question hangs in the air, "What will Sunday bring?".

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Emily slowly crosses the thresh-hold from deep sleep to that half awake world of REM sleep. Jack's body is tight in behind her, sharing their warmth. In her half dream state, fragments of memories of the past two days come back. The warm spooning fucking of Friday night. Of waking Saturday morning with the guys going out, then the girls comforting Fanny then joining together in a fabulous orgy of pleasuring each other. Then the guys returning with oysters, of their oysters and champagne breakfast, then more joyous fucking with them, of oystergasms. Saturday afternoon on the beach was lovely and warm and relaxing. Then there was that wonderful bathing in the pool of spring water, of soaping each other up, of dancing with joy, then cleansed and refreshed by the rain. Saturday finished with the gentle loving of their couples night.

But as she became more wakeful, there was no morning glory of wet desire. Her private parts weren't sore as such, but for the moment, she was fucked out. The words of that film title drifted across her consciousness, "Never on Sunday". She drifted off into deeper sleep again, totally relaxed in the warmth of Jack's body.

Emily's feeling must have been common through the group, since the sun was well up before there was some general stirring. No-one was jumping up, there was no sound of sexual activity.

Eventually Emily climbed off the bed, and due to the  coolness of the morning after the heat of the day before, she reached into her bag and slipped on a long thin tee shirt that doubled as a skirt, not bothering with underwear, and slipped off to the bathroom.

When she came back, others were up sitting on the edge of bed, stretching and yawning. Seeing Emily dressed, the others, feeling the freshness of the day, decided to follow suit.

Perhaps it was nudity that was Never on Sunday!

The guys, perhaps due to aching arms and legs from their board riding, were last to arise. The girls sliced fruit for breakfast, with orange juice, and coffee was put on to percolate. Perhaps, champagne was 'Never on Sunday' either - well at least in the morning.

The girls took their breakfast out to sit on the east-side veranda, taking in some warming sun-shine. They smiled as they saw the guys slip out, one by one, dressed just in shorts, to go out back and 'water the lemon tree'. They eventually joined the girls with mugs of coffee. Emily suspected that there were some hang-overs as well.

The guys were talking of going surfing again, but none of the girls were interested in the beach today. The light northerly breeze was rolling some waves down the length of the cove - should be perfect for surfing. Tess piped in, "Would you mind building a good fire in the pit before you go. I want to do some baking this afternoon and I'll make a stew for dinner. So I'll need a good supply of solid wood to get a good bed of embers". The guys raced out back to the wood heap - the sooner this chore was done, the sooner they could hit the beach.

As the guys collected their surfboards, Trevor excused himself with "I'm not surfing today. Pat and I are going for a bit of a hike to explore the sand dunes".

"Likely story" thought Dick to himself. The guys took towels and bottles of water, skipping lunch, and headed off. The others snacked on some sandwiches before their afternoon plans. Pat and Trevor with a blanket and water bottle, headed off into the sand dunes. Emily wasn't in to cooking, so took a book out onto the veranda.

Tess and Fanny scrounged through the cupboards and found a couple of cast iron 'camp ovens' - heavy pots that can sit in the middle of the fire pit. One would be perfect for the stew. The other pot gave Tess the idea of making a loaf of damper bread. Fanny found some individual pie flans which would be good for dessert pies.

They found a bag of flour, salt and oil. They divided up the ingredients and Tess mixed up some dough and proceeded to knead the dough for the bread. Fanny made up a different dough for pie crusts, which was then divided, half to top the stew and half for her dessert pie flans.

With the bread dough set aside to rise, they worked the pastry dough and put it aside. It was now time to turn to the stew. Tess lightly braised the steaks and sausages recovered from the rain-soaking from the day before. Once browned, she cubed the meat. 

Fanny started preparing the vegetables, peeling and cubing potatoes and onions. Carrots were scraped and diced and placed in the seasoned broth in the pot. She reached into the bag for the last carrot, and on pulling it out, gasped, "Wow! Look at this. Who do you think this reminds you of, Tim or Dick?". Fanny took her paring knife and proceeded to very carefully carve the end of the carrot into a penile glans shape. "Definitely your Dick" replied Tess. "No, I think it looks more like Tim". Fanny lifted the carrot cock to her lips and with some slow licking, pronounced "Yep, definitely Tim".

"Well I think this requires some in-depth investigation" came back Tess, taking the carrot from Fanny. She lifted her top and rubbed its glans across her slit. She drizzled some saliva over it and gently worked it into her cunt. "Well the tip is definitely your Dick, but the shaft is definitely thicker like my Tim. And I've fucked his more than you so I would know!".

"Are you saying my Dick's cock is thin?" came back Fanny. "Here, Let me try it too!" she continued, taking the now slick vegan dildo from Tess and applying it to her own cunt. "Fuck, I think your right!" she exclaimed.

"You really are a wicked woman" said Tess, taking the carrot back, thinking twice about washing it. "This will be OK once it's cooked" she continued as she placed it across the pastry topping the stew. "I think our natural 'seasoning' should add something to the flavour!".

"There's still something missing" came back Fanny. She rummaged round in the vegetable box and pulled out two small onions, which she peeled and placed appropriately at the root of the carrot. "What do you think? Jack's jigglers?".

"This should be a fun dinner," said Tess, planting a sloppy kiss on Fanny, who placed her hand around Tess's neck and pulled her in for some deep tongue work.

Fanny pulled away, saying with a smile, "But we have some desserts to make first". She proceeded to roll out the pastry and lined the eight small pie flans. From the fruit basket, she retrieved four large peaches. Slicing them in halves and removing their stones, she said to Tess, "I have something very special in mind".

Using her paring knife, she carefully carved the peach halves with an even more realistic slit. Finding some glazed cherries in the cupboard, she placed a plump red cherry in the hood at the top of each slit. She topped them with a sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon spice mix.

It was afternoon time, so they made coffees and took them out on the veranda to join Emily. Emily hadn't heard the goings on in the kitchen, being absorbed in her book, 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'. "Did you know this isn't entirely a dirty sexy book. It's really about the Victorian taboo of class boundaries. I feel sorry for Lady Chatterly, who is looked down on because she fell in love with the working class gardener".

Meanwhile, out in the sand-dunes. Pat and Trevor had found a secluded little love nest. The grassy dunes sheltered them from the cool sea breeze, providing privacy and a soft bed for their blanket. Their shirt and shorts of the morning had been discarded and they spent the afternoon in wonderful, gentle, passionate love-making.

With coffee finished, Tess and Fanny stoked up the fire-pit and set the two pots, damper and stew, atop to slow cook for several hours.

The breeze had swung round a little and warmed up, so Tess and Fanny stripped off, set out towels on the banana lounges and with glasses of champagne in hand, settled down for the rest of the afternoon. They were in part shade, but with the warm breeze, they felt sun-screen and c-strings were unnecessary. With legs spread, the warmth on their privates was wonderful; not cunt wateringly arousing, but relaxing like early stage fore-play.

It was almost 5pm when Pat and Trevor wandered back, and soon after, the surfers walked up the hill. "That fresh water pool from yesterday was perfect to rinse off in after the salty surf. Great idea Pat" said Dick.

With beer, cheese and biscuits, they stripped and joined the girls on the veranda for some pre-dinner nibbles.

About 6:30, Tess jumped up saying, "I think the damper and stew will be well and truly ready now. Come and help me carry these pots inside Tim". The damper loaf was turned out to cool. Jack soon proceeded to cut it into steaming hot slices and slabs of butter were set on plates beside it.

With everyone sitting round the table, Tess reached over and lifted the lid off the stew pot. The phallic carrot and testicular onions stood proud on the top of the crust. "Oh my God. What is that?", "What have you two been up to?", "Is that supposed to be Tim or Dick's dick" were some of the comments from around the circle of friends.

"That's our little secret" said Tess as she proceeded to carefully slice the crust open, careful not to cut the phallus, and served out stew to everybody's plates. "I think we girls might eat that after it has cooled down. What do you say girls?".

With stew finished and a couple of beers down, Fanny announced "Anyone for dessert". Bringing her tray of pie flans from the oven, she laid them on the table and declared, "My pièce de résistance! 'Peach Vulva' with a red hot cherry and topped with Brazilian crumble".

'Peach Vulva with Cream Pie'

"Wow! Is that modeled on your own?" said Dick. "No! Fanny has bigger flaps and Emily's is an 'innie' so it must be Tess" chimed in Jack. "Whatever! It looks yummy to me" came back Tim.

"Just one thing missing" declared Fanny. "A good peach vulva wouldn't be complete without a 'cream pie'" she said, producing an aerosol can of cream and proceeded to give everyone's serve a serve! There was laughter, chortling and back slapping around the table.

Dick picked his pie up in his hand, saying "There's nothing better than licking a big cream-pie out of a luscious peach vulva", as he plunged his face into his pie, licking and eating. The others were more civilized, using their dessert spoons and forks.

Dick proceeded to give Fanny a big creamy kiss. Laughter spread around the table. Someone picked up the can of cream and squirted some girl's tits and licked them. Someone else poured some champagne over another for some slurping.

In no time, all eight bodies were rolling round the beds, laughing and giggling, slapping and tickling, licking and sucking. There were smears of cream and champagne everywhere.

Dick had a sudden idea. He returned to the dining table and grabbed the still warm carrot phallus and proceeded to bring Fanny to a laughing, screaming orgasm with the vegan dildo.

"Never on Sunday" did someone say? Not in this circle of friends.

(to be continued, Home Again, Home Again!).

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Summer Holiday pt.5 - Water Nymphs

In part 18 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a summer holiday, after an afternoon lazing on the beach, the girls issue an ultimatum about the poor bathroom facilities.

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After Tess's ultimatum of "I hope you guys don't think you're sleeping with us tonight unless we get a decent shower or bath", timid Pat comes out with a suggestion. "We came across a fresh water spring flowing out into the cove up at the eastern end of the beach. Perhaps we could bathe up there?"

Tess jumped at the suggestion. "OK you guys. Go and get some shovels from the house and you can dig a pool up there for us. We'll collect our toiletries and some food for a BBQ dinner round the pool. What do you say?".

"Great idea" came back Tim. The threat to their sleeping arrangements was an added incentive.

A couple of hours later, the girls wandered back down to the beach and along to the spring, where they found the guys just finishing digging a 2m round pool and the spring water was already 30-40cm deep. The guys set out to find material for a BBQ fire and the girls set out blankets and the baskets of food and drinks - the orange juice of lunch had been replaced by champagne for the evening.

The sun was low over the western bluff, so the girls discarded 'c-strings' and jumped into the pool. The feel of cool clean fresh water on their bodies was exhilarating. Some sat, some stood, splashing water up over themselves. There was laughing and giggling. Personal splashing turned to play and splashing each other. A bottle of liquid soap appeared and they started lathering their bodies, then turned to lathering each other.  Fanny clasped Tess to herself and they rubbed their soapy boobs against each other, laughing and hugging. Pubes and legs were washed, removing the last remnants of the morning and the night before. They all sat and started washing each other's hair.

Once rinsed, they stood, taking each other's hands and danced in a circle, laughing and singing in joy. The suds on the pool sloshed over to the outlet across the beach.

Just then, the guys arrived back with some firewood. "Oh my God! It looks like the 'water nymphs' are into a rain dance".

‘Hylas and the Nymphs’, 1896 oil painting by John William Waterhouse, Manchester Art Gallery

"Come in and join the fun" called Tess. The guys didn't need a second invitation and then there were eight bodies dancing, frolicking and rolling around in the pool. There was much touching, kissing, groping, caressing, whooping and laughing.

As they tired, they plopped out on the blanket and towels spread around the grass covered sandy banks. The guys lit the fire and they sat around, enjoying the drying warmth as the sun slowly sank over the western bluff. Drinks were poured and sausages and burgers placed on the little grill over the fire.

As darkness fell, starlight didn't appear. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder and a heavy shower of rain fell on them. "Oh my God!" said Tess, "Our rain dance really worked" and they all laughed. The girls jumped back into the pool and began dancing again, relishing the rain cascading over their bodies.

"Oh fuck!" said Dick, seeing the fire extinguished and all their food, blankets and towels drenched by the rain. "Come on, let's go home" he exclaimed. The girls scowled sadly, but climbed out and helped pick up all their gear, making their way back to the house. "At least we don't have to worry about wet clothes" Pat thought to herself.

Back at the house, they found dry towels to dry off, especially the girls' wet hair. The salvaged food was laid out in the kitchen for later cooking. Beer and champagne was poured and they all sat out under the veranda to watch the light display of the summer thunder-storm.

Trevor broke the contemplation with "I have some news. Pat and I want to look into becoming a couple. Do you mind if we don't join in any partner swapping tonight?".

"Sure" said Tess. "It might be a good idea if we have a 'couples night' tonight. What do you all think?".

"Sounds good to me" said Tim, coming over to sit beside Tess and put his arm around her.

"Fun sex is fun for a while, but for me 'love sex' always has priority" chimed in Emily.

As the storm and light-show passed, they all moved inside to prepare and eat their meal. Couples formed up. Pat and Trevor took their meal out to the veranda. Emily and Jack sat in a corner on the edge of a bed. The other two couples sat together at the table. There was 'normal' conversation levels all round.

Come bedtime, still with two couples per big bed platform, there was an unspoken consensus that the men would lie back-to-back in the middle of the bed.

The room was soon filled with whispers, sighs, 'oohs' and 'arghs', and the sound of kissing. Pat and Trev rolled together in the spooning position. On the other bed, Tess and Tim, Fanny and Dick became more sexually active. When the men assumed the upper position, Fanny and Tess turned and smiled at each other and held hands, then turned back to rejoin their partners in some vigorous fucking.

With the cooler air of the summer storm, all couples cuddled in very close for extra warmth for the night.

(to be continued - Never on Sunday)

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Summer Holiday pt.2 -The Morning After the Night Before

In part 15 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle, it's the morning after the first night of their summer holiday.

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Emily stirred as she felt the body behind her climb out of bed. She was still in that semi-sleep state, relishing the memory of the night before, of being gently filled, of the warm body spooned in behind her, of an arm wrapped around her cupping her breast, of drifting asleep whilst still coupled.

As sleep slowly passed, she opened an eye and saw it was daylight. She heard the door squeak open then the voices of the 4 guys going out. "They must be going surfing" she thought. "Bloody wombats! Eats, roots and leaves! But they'll be back for lunch".

She felt stirring behind, then a woman's body rolled into her and an arm reached around her. She rolled onto her back and looked around to see that it was Fanny. "Morning Fanny. How was your night?".

"So, so!. How was your's?".

"Yummy is the best I can describe it. He spooned me and cuddled and caressed me and his cock slipped in. It wasn't wild passionate sex, but oh so luscious. Sometimes, Jack and I have spooned like that when we were too tired for more. But I don't even know who it was!"

"I think I had Tim" Fanny replied. "He fucked me hard and fast, then fell asleep within a minute, leaving me unfulfilled" she sobbed.

"Oh you poor darling. Come here" said Emily, pulling Fanny to her. Their lips met, then their passionate desire was unleashed.

"Are you awake?" came a voice from the other bed.

"Yeh!", "Yep" came two replies. "The guys have gone surfing so it's just us girls" said Tess.

"Fanny's feeling a bit low this morning girls" said Em. "Would you like to join us to give her a pick-me-up".

"Sure", "Love to" came the replies, and Tess and Pat climbed onto the big bed with Em and Fanny.

Emily resumed her passionate kissing of Fanny, and Tess zeroed straight in on Fanny's fanny and began sucking and licking her clit and labia. As she started to lubricate, she slipped two fingers into her cunt and the tips of her fingers found the spongy area of her g-spot.

Initially, Pat felt a little left out, especially being the newest girl in the group. But she felt her own desire building and seeing Tess's arse in the air, she moved under her to lick and suck her, whilst one hand massaged her breast and her other hand reached down to rub her own clit.

Fanny's body was starting to convulse and push back. Suddenly, with an "Oh my God!", her hips thrust upwardly, pushing Tess's fingers out and a massive squirt erupted. "There she blows!" shouted Tess.

"Let me have a taste" said Emily and Pat almost simultaneously, and they both dived in to lap from Fanny, as Tess got up and went to her bag.

Tess came back with a strap-on harness. "What is that?" said Pat, looking up.

"You'll see. Do you want to go first?"

"OK, I guess" replied Pat, feeling a bit adventurous. As she looked closer, Pat could see that it was like a double ended dildo with some straps. Her eyes bulged as she saw Tess slide one dildo into her own wet cunt, then clipped the straps around her waist till the other dildo pointed out like a guys erection. "Oh my God" she thought to herself. "Is Tess going to fuck me with that?". Involuntarily she felt her own cunt hotting up and lubricating expectantly, so she turned her attention back to licking Fanny and offered her raised backside up for Tess.

Emily had swung her leg over Fanny's head whilst she joined in licking Fanny next to Pat. Her own arousal was heightening with the sight, sound and scent of all the sex going on around her. Her hand reached under her body and she started vigorously rubbing her own clit and labia, then into her cunt where she wanked herself until she squirted straight into Fanny's open, waiting mouth. "OMG" she thought, "That's the first time I've squirted since Tess's lesson a couple of months ago. I'm going to have to try this on Jack!"

Pat's mouth released Fanny as her own orgasm built as Tess fucked her harder and deeper with that strap-on. It was different to a guy's erection, not as hot, but boy it did the job. Her body went into a full body shaking orgasm.

"Well done honey" said Tess. "Come here. I've got something else for you" she continued as she took the strap-on off. She pulled Pat down, spreading her legs, then turned around and slid between Pat's legs till their sopping wet vulvas kissed.

"Oh my fucking goodness" Pat thought. "I've got a lot to learn!".

Without even thinking about it, Pat and Tess were vigorously scissoring until they both climaxed again.

The four of them fell back on the bed in perspiry exhaustion.

Just then the door opened and the four guys came in. "Wow! Looks like the girls started breakfast without us! What do you say we have muffin and sausage for breakfast" announced Dick as they all came to attention.

Tess was slipping on the apron. "I'm afraid you boys will have to be satisfied with toast instead of muffin with your sausages for breakfast, seeing as you went surfing this morning and missed the morning fun and games. You'll have to wait till the afternoon matinee now".

"Surfin'? Turfin!" responded Tim. "We went diving on the oyster bed in the middle of the cove. We thought you girls would like some aphrodisiacs for breakfast"!

Suddenly the girls' energy returned. They jumped off the bed and ran to their men giving them hugs and kisses.

Tess turned from the kitchen bench, leaning back and lifting her apron; "Well is it Kilpatrick then or Au Naturalle?" Tim whipped the apron off, dropped to his knees and began slurping the clam. "Definitely Au Naturalle" he said.

(to be continued - Champagne and Oysters for Breakfast)

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The 'Out of Office' Service

Part 3 of Jack and Emily's journey of sexual renewal. Catch up at:-

1. Masturbatorium - Jack's sperm donations;
2. Inseminatorium - a 'natural' service business;

'Natural Service' didn't become a booming business, it had a very limited niche target market after all. It was more of a side-line 'hobby' business really, a 'service' for ladies with a special 'need'. But Jacky continued to 'assist' Jack with his regular sperm donations though.

Then one day, Jacky got a phone call from Sandy, another old school friend, inquiring about the 'Natural Service'. She had heard about it from a friend who heard about it from another friend, a friend of Helen, the first client. Jacky said, "I didn't know you were married. You want to start a family do you?".

"O no!" replied Sandy, "I just heard about your guy's enormous hot cock and I am just dying to have some". Jacky explained to Sandy that he was in fact Jack from their old school. "OMG" declared Sandy, "Do you know how much I lusted after that hunk back then? When can I get a piece of him?"

Now this was a bit out of the scope of their 'Natural Service' business, so Jacky told Sandy she would have a talk to Jack and get back to her. When she phoned Jack, he explained that fortunately, Emily was taking the children to their grand-parents for the weekend, so Jack would be available for a 'special service'.

Jacky called Sandy back and the date was set for the next Saturday night at Jacky's own home.

Now Jacky had in fact had quite a crush on Sandy at school. Whilst Jacky was reasonably well endowed and she liked her boobs just as they were, Sandy's boobs were to die for. Further, she always wore tight sweaters that showed off her nipples, in the cooler months, and in the warm months she always wore low cut tops that displayed her golden orbs for all to see. What's more, in the change rooms at gym, Jacky was always jealous of Sandy's gorgeous low-cut lacy bras and lacy thongs. And in the showers, Jacky couldn't help but admire Sandy's luscious, curvy body. What's more, whilst nearly all the girls still had natural hairy pubes, Sandy was the first girl to be shaved bare and one couldn't help but notice her pretty pink 'outie' pussy lips wantonly pouting at the world. Jacky was salivating at the memories and her cunt was getting quite wet and little flutters danced across her clit.

"Pull yourself together" Jacky thought to herself, as she busied herself Saturday afternoon getting the house clean and ready. She prepared some plates of nibbles, got the wine, liquor and glasses out on the bar, and placed candles around the lounge room. She rummaged through the DVD library and found some good chick porn movies and setup the TV and video player in the bed-room, and put a soft romantic music CD in the player.

In the bedroom, she set about creating an erotic play-room. The sheets and pillows were replaced with some special black silk ones she kept for special occasions. She spread her toy collection and bottle of lube on the bedside table. Her bedroom was already a special place and she had erotic sketched prints hanging on the walls. After some searching in the garage, she found some red light-bulbs that she screwed into the bedside lamps. She paused and her cunt twitched again as she thought of the screwing that would be going on in here tonight. Jacky's eyes scanned the room for completeness. "One last thing" she thought, so she got out the glass polishing cloth and gave the mirrored wardrobe doors a good polish so that the players could get a clean view of their dirty action tonight.

After a shower and all-over shave, Jacky dressed in red lacy push-up bra (with Sandy coming she had to make some attempt to meet her on some-what equal terms). She then selected a pair of matching boy-short crotchless panties, then slipped on a lacy see-through dress.

All was ready as the clock inched toward the agreed time. She popped the horderves in the oven to warm and checked that the bottles of wine were chilled ready.

At 5  minutes to the hour, the door bell rang and it was Jack. Jacky's heart skipped a beat. Jacky had only seen him at the clinic in a suit after work (apart from his 'birthday suit'), or just sloppy casuals, but tonight he looked the hunk that she knew existed under his clothes. His body hugging tank-top showed off his muscly arms and chest and the deep scooped neck framed some chunky jewelry. His slacks were similarly body hugging showing off that gorgeous arse and pièce de résistance bulge at the front. Jacky stood on tiptoes, reached up and pulled his head down to her and she plundered his mouth with a hot sloppy kiss. The scent of that after-shave that she had got to know so well, filled her nostrils as she released him from her kiss and said "Welcome to my house partner!".

Almost immediately, the door-bell rang again and it was Sandy. Wow! Sandy had gone all out, figuratively and almost literally. Sandy followed her gorgeous boobs into the room. She was wearing a Little Black Dress, with 'little' being the operative word. Spaghetti straps held up the décolletage scooped so low that her areola were barely covered. There was obviously no bra under it and very prominent nipples seemed to be reaching out to Jack's drooling tongue. Long slits on either side stretched from a side-boob view to the hips where a hint of her black thong showed.

'La Femme' from The White Room.

Sandy stepped into the room and did a swirl, revealing a deep low-cut back to the dress and the swirling short pleated dress, for an instant gave a glimpse of her thong.

Jack stepped forward, taking Sandy's hand, saying "Hi gorgeous", and without taking his eyes off her moist voluptuous lips, kissed her hand lightly then suggestively licked the 'V' between the first and second fingers with the international cunnilinguist's greeting.

Jacky stepped forward to break the revere of the old school friends, grabbed Sandy's head and planted a big kiss on those voluptuous lips. "Welcome to my house 'Slutty Sandy'" (using the old school nick-name). "Well thank you Yappy Jacky" replied Sandy. The girls laughed, gave each other a cuddle and Jacky sat Sandy down and indicated to Jack to sit beside her, then went to get the plate of horderves and glasses of wine.

Sandy opened up saying "So you two have gone into business together?"

Jacky replied, "Yes. I work at the Assisted Conception clinic and Jack came in to give a sperm donation. I gave him a hand and, well the business idea developed from there".

"You must tell me more about it" said Sandy, looking directly at Jack as her hand caressed his leg just millimetres from his bulge. Now Jack is well hung even when limp, but from the instant Sandy stepped through that doorway, his hard-on had been growing by the second.

The moment Sandy saw the lust in Jack's face, her hand moved up to grip his hardness. Their eyes met, and they immediately lent in to kiss each other, passionately. Jacks hands were groping Sandy's fun-bags and his thumbs rubbed her prominent nipples through the thin material of her LBD.

Jacky came over and tapped them on the shoulder. "Come on you two. I've prepared the play-room for us". Jack and Sandy continued to grope and kiss, starting to undress each other as Jacky propelled them into the bedroom. Jack's unspoken thought of "What is holding Sandy's dress up?" was answered with a shrug as Sandy pushed the straps off her shoulder and her LBD just slipped off her curvy body to the floor. Sandy dragged Jack's tank-top over his head and pushed him backward onto the bed. She reached over, undid his belt and zip, dragging his slacks and jocks off, releasing the object of her lust that sprang to attention.

Kneeling on the end of the bed, Sandy lent forward and engulfed his knob lustily. As she gained the measure of her prize, she laved the length of his member with saliva, licking and sucking. Couching his dangling 'crown jewels' in her hand, she proceeded to lick, suck and caress them too, before returning to suck in his enormous length, almost gagging as his length hit the back of her throat.

Jacky stood at the door admiring Sandy and Jacky enjoying themselves. Sandy's arse was in the air with her pretty pick pussy pouting at her, glistening with Sandy's excitement. Jacky slipped her hand into her panties with her own growing excitement. Without a second thought, Jacky slipped her own dress off and unclipped her bra.  She knelt at the foot of the bed behind Sandy and buried her face into that waiting pussy. Sandy wiggled her gaping vulva back to meet Jacky's probing tongue. Jacky's mouth and tongue were now French Kissing Sandy's clit and swelling labia as they 'kissed' her back. Jacky licked her fingers and slipped them into Sandy's sopping cunt. With her other hand, Jacky was fingering herself through her crotchless panties and slid a couple of fingers into herself.

Sandy was really rocking now, backward and forward between deep-throating Jack and sliding back onto Jacky's tongue and fingers.

But Sandy wanted more! There was one particular thing she came for. Signalling Jacky to come round to the head of the bed, Sandy crawled up Jack's body until she was able to slowly impale herself onto his enormous cock. She had to take it slowly as her cunt was split by his massive girth.

Jacky had positioned herself above Jack, then working herself forward, lowered her lady-bits onto his face. His mouth and tongue responded, slurping up her flowing juices. The girls were now looking at each other, then lent forward to embrace and kiss. As their breasts pressed into each other, they worked their nipples against each other further stimulating what was happening between their legs. They glanced to the side together to see their ménage à trois reflected in the mirrored wardrobe and smiled at each other.

As the girls turned back to kiss passionately, Sandy worked her pelvis harder and faster until she had her first convulsing orgasm.  Jack's excitement was also building and he proceeded to lick, kiss and suck Jacky harder and faster until Jacky came too. With all the orgasmic excitement, Sandy wasn't far behind with her second orgasm and her convulsing pussy squeezing, took Jack over the edge too.

The girls flopped down either side of Jack with an arm around each of them. Jacky was the first to recover sufficiently and she carefully got up, turned on the soft music, went out to the lounge room and brought back glasses of wine and plates of nibbles.

And so the three old school friends spent the night, alternating between sexing, eating, drinking and sleeping. With six hands, three mouths and tongues, two clits and cunts and one fucking hot cock, aided by Jacky's toys - dildos, butt plugs, vibrators and a big black strap-on - a fucking great time was had by all in all sorts of different combinations.

In the morning, unfortunately, they had to shower separately in the little shower cubicle. After breakfast and juice as they said their good byes, they promised each other that they must get together again soon. And Sandy wished Jacky and Jack all the best for their 'Natural Service' business and promised she would refer any interested clients on to them.

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The Penis Conspiracy! Who Cums First?

I've just been compiling a Table of Contents and I noticed that although I have written about Female Orgasms and pleasuring ladies with Cunnilingus, I have never written about the male side of things, although I did touch on some aspects writing about ED and Prostate Cancer. The other trigger for this post, has been the knowledge gaps and misunderstanding I hear from Working Ladies (of Pleasure) about their clients (as related to me in our pillow chats).

The Penis Conspiracy and the Mythology of Sex!

The biggest mistake of classical Sex Education, is treating sex as primarily anatomical. They teach about the basic mechanics of genitals and processes of reproduction. But they fail to say that the largest sex organ in the body is the one between our ears. And its not just the brain's involvement in arousal, sensory feelings and hormonal responses, but interpersonal attitudes affect how sexual relationships will play out.

"I think Walt Disney creates a lot of mythology," says Seth Prosterman, PhD, (a clinical sexologist and licensed marriage and family therapist). "In Disney movies, people fall in love and walk into the sunset, and you get this myth that intimacy is a given once you fall in love, and sexuality is natural and follows that." (ref.) In reality, says Prosterman, "Sex is something that we learn throughout a lifetime."

Unfortunately, all men start their sexual life DIY which is entirely penis focused on the man achieving an erection and orgasm. Sadly, many men carry this into their sexual relationship with a partner through their entire adult life, never growing 'up', leaving their partner high and dry, unfulfilled. Then these men wonder why their marital sex life slowly dries up.

A lot of sexual language is male oriented. Fucking is something the male 'does' to a women. He 'gives' her an orgasm or 'gives' her a baby. As a sex positive blogger I have to be very careful about the words I write and the underlying message of what my words are conveying.

Men are generally NOT taught that men's and women's arousal processes are different. Men's primary stimulation is visual and fast, whereas women's primary stimulation is emotional (romantic) and tactile and builds gently. Further, women's arousal focus is NOT vagina centric, but clitoral centric from the head/glans, behind the labia to the 'G' spot (see below).

She Cums First

As a boy, I was brought up with manners and respect - one held a door open for a lady to let her go first - a bit 'sexist' the feminists will claim. But as I've aged and grown sexually, my mantra for good sex is "She cums first!".

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Even in the transactional sex world I am relegated to, with the wonderful ladies I have built a FWB relationship with, the same still applies. Sure, as a broad principle, sex work is male centric (he is paying after all) and many ladies deliberately don't want to have any sexual response of their own, but when played like a lover, their body can't help but respond. I remember one lady I saw just 2 days into her SW experience - I had gone down her and the old Tongue Engine had elicited a strong orgasm. When she recovered, she was quite shocked and said, "Oooh!!! Am I allowed to do that?". 

Many ladies go into SW after a broken relationship, hoping to satisfy their own sexual needs and earn some money at the same time - but mostly they are disappointed - 90% of the guys just want to 'get their rocks off', some don't even talk to them. But there is that 10% with whom they might find pleasure of their own if they haven't become too jaded yet. I've quoted one lady in a number of posts - running down the corridor when she sees me come in, throws her arms around me and says "Thank God its you. I've had a shitty day and I need some me time!".

Delayed Gratification and a Pleasure Shared

Men have to learn the importance of 'delayed gratification'. By focusing on your lady's arousal and pleasure first, at her peak she will be anxious to pleasure you to a mutual climactic completion. "A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled, not halved!".

If my BLOG readership is any gauge, the message is getting out and many men are wanting to learn how to pleasure their partner with cunnilingus, the dos, the don'ts and expectations. Those posts, approximately 2% of all my posts, attract around 10% of all views.

This post is focused on traditional cis-gender hetero relationships. LGBQT, D/S and many kink activities have already addressed this issue.

Conclusion

So I hope I have given my male readers something to think about, good sex starts in the brain after all. And to my lady readers, I hope you understand now the 'penis conspiracy' you are up against and you have found some encouragement in how to guide and teach your man to find pleasure together.

 

Sexual Independence Day - Hot Rodding Mai (2007)

Content Warning! Contains graphic sexual descriptions, originally written as a personal journal for private use.

An Old (2007) FOTM Journal

I was going through some old archives on my computer recently in an 'iso' cleanup moment, and came across the following in my old FOTM Journal from 2007 (this was before my BLOG). OMG, 2007 - checking my diary, I see that Mai was only the 3rd LOP I had the pleasure of after finally giving up on a lustless marriage, and diving into the world of transactional sex. After Mai, I was well and truly hooked. Wow, is this what marital sex was supposed to be like? Woo; Hoo; Celebration!!! Sexual Independence Day! "Happy New Year Life"!

---xxxXxxx---

The Need For a Quickie

"It is a Wednesday evening in the middle of January (2007) and I really need a fuck. I think I'll try out 'Night Moves', a cheaper Asian 'jìyuàn' (brothel) in Melbourne's eastern suburbs. It is an old house in an industrial area. I park around the back and go and knock on the door. The "mamasan" is quite young and brusk. She takes me straight to a bedroom to meet the available girls. She quotes me the prices and I ask for a "quickie" 20 minute 'xìngjiāo'.

The room is very basic, really in need of tarting up.  A mirror across the bedhead has a crack. A curtain hangs off the end of the curtain rail.  No luxury here. The shower 'cubicle' in the corner is so small, that if I drop the soap, I will have to open the door to bend over to pick it up.

The Introduction

The girls file in and introduce themselves in very broken English that I can barely understand.  Mamasan comes back and asks who I would like.  I ask for Mai, a very small, slightly built Chinese girl.  I quickly shower in the corner cubicle.  I am drying off when Mai comes in.  Even small talk is very difficult with her poor English.

Before I can even get to her, she has slipped her clothes off.  Her head barely reaches the top of my chest. I pull her to me.  She apologies that she is so small, as I touch her breasts - just rather prominent erect nipples with no breast to speak of at all.  She starts to rub her body against me.  I can feel her public hair against my rising cock.  I run my hands down her back and over her bum.  After more rubbing, my erection is full and Mai steps back, unwraps a condom and kneels down to roll it on me (Ed. this was before I needed Viagra - oh the memories of a natural hard-on).  She then starts to give me head.  She is straight forward and fast, no real deep throat.

Impaled

After a couple of minutes of sucking, I don't want a blow job,  I help her stand up.  We are still standing beside the bed.  She is so small and light, I have an idea.  I place my hands under her arm pits and lift her up and impale her straight onto my waiting hot rod - she was already hot and wet and receptive.  Her legs wrap around my waist.  She lets out a little giggle and an "Oooh!". A new move for her?

"Ooooh, Yeah!" Hot Rodded (not Mai though)

She proceeds to lift her body up and down, quite fast, fucking me like a bitch on heat.  She is so light, it is no effort at all.  We fuck for a couple of minutes but I don't want to come this quickly, so I lift her off and lie her back on the bed.

I get a good look at her now, spreadeagled before me.  Her skin is china white.  Her erect nipples are dark brown with no discernible areola and virtually no swelling boobs.  Her pubes are unshaven with just a small black 'landing strip'.  Her labia petals are swelling open already. 

"Avante"

Mai lifts her arms to me, inviting me to enter her.  I reach me hand to her fanny, but she takes it away, drawing me down.  I slide up her tiny body until my cock is 'kissed' by her hot, wet, waiting labia, and I easily slip straight in.  I no sooner have my prick in her kitty, than she starts to fuck, fast.  Her cunt is tight and I feel her muscles wrapped around my rod as she thrusts, up and down, back and forth, fucking, fucking, fucking.  With each withdrawal, I feel her pussy lips sucking my cock back in.  I know this is going to be a quickie. 

I pull back, sliding out of her ravishingly hot depths and roll her onto her stomach.  I lift her thighs to my height and kneel behind her.  I feel for her fanny with my fingers, but Mai is already gaping in anticipation.  She wriggles her bum back until her slick cunt slides onto my aching, waiting rod.  We start to fuck again, she’s rocking her whole body, backward onto me, then forward, her tight twat gripping the tip of my cock with her lips, not letting me slip out, then she thrusts back onto me, her bum slapping into me lap.

Raw Lust - Hot Rodding Mai

Our pace quickens, fuck, slap; in, out; thrust, suck.  Boy she is a good fucker, like a rooting rabbit.  Her pussy is super hot now, even through my condom.  My rod is stiffening even harder and tingling.  I can feel my cum rising in my shaft.  I want to come.  I need a quickie tonight.  I fuck harder and faster till my prick can hold it no longer.  With a final thrust and slap, I ram my cock as far up Mai's cunt as I can and hold her, slamming against her cervix. Her kegel muscles clamp tightly around me trying to suck the cum out of me.  My hands are around her small chest tweaking her nipples.  My cock is throbbing, pulsing, then there is a flood of warmth as my cum fills my rubber.  I hold there for a minute as the last of my spasms subsides and her kegels finally relax their grip. Definitely an 8.5 on the 'fuchter' scale. No "Girl Friend Experience", no 'connection', no kissing, no oral on her, just pure, raw lustful fucking.

Mai quickly pulls off me and walks around the bed. I sit on the side as she quickly cleans me up with a handful of tissues.  I shower and dress. I don't think I got my full 20 minutes, but it was an awesome, quickie hot fuck.  Mai is a consummate professional prostitute.  Get the money, get him up quickly and fuck hard and fast."

---xxxXxxx---

My 'Number' - Measuring Up

I generally don't like to dwell on numbers, but less than 50 times in 35 years of marriage (and barely 10% of those enjoyable)? WTF? Why/how did I wait so long? I guess marriage can survive (just) on care and love alone. Compare that to 300+ times (they are $250/hr after all, not live-in arrangements) with about 100 different wonderful, hot ladies, some outright nymphomaniacs, in 13 years. 

What Does the Future Hold?

But here I am now at 72, with post prostate cancer radiotherapy ED. What will 2021 hold? I will continue my trial 'treatment' of regular low-dose Viagra tablets, with a high dose boost when needed. I have some very understanding regular LOPs, with whom I can go for a 'test drive'. Perhaps the memories of Mai might give me a little extra stimulation. I do have 13 years of wonderful memories to reminisce over, even if I can't get a 'hot rod' anymore just reading them!

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