Having Her way with Me

I just met this Yummy Mummy a week ago and during our pillow talk she mentioned that her one kink was being blindfolded and tied up. So during the week, I went out and bought a red satin blindfold and some long red satin sashes.

A week later I got to see her again in the late afternoon. I showed her my present and suggested we could either tie her up or she could tie me up and have her way with me. She was surprised and enthused but didn't answer straight away. She stepped out for a couple of minutes so I got myself prepared, using one of the silk sashes to tie a big red bow around my 'crown jewels'.

When she came back in, I wished her "Happy Mmmmm-day" and she had a good laugh. She lay down with me for an introductory cuddle and deep French kissing. She still hadn't told me her preference, but then she reached around behind her, got the blindfold and placed it over my eyes. So this is her game. Now I'm not usually a submissive, but this could be interesting to have a sexy women using my body as her own sex toy to pleasure herself in whichever way and for as long as she wants. The ribbon is taken off the 'crown jewels' and my hands are tied above my head.

It is so true that when one of your senses is removed, your other senses all become heightened. I feel her move and apparently turn away. I hear a rustle  - "What is she up to?". Her face is close to mine, I can hear her breath. Her lips touch mine and I open mine to kiss, then she opens her mouth and spills cold water into mine (she apparently had turned to take a drink). Suddenly there is hot breath on my neck, then a wet tongue flicks my ear. Her long hair drapes over my face and chest, the hot lips suck my nipple, then teeth give it a bite. She moves up my body, reaching over me to hold my restrained wrist down and I am suddenly aware of her nipple being pressed into my mouth. I seize the opportunity to lick and suck and nibble, then I am able to kiss my way across her cleavage to engulf her other nipple.

Then they are withdrawn and I feel her breasts sliding down my body, slowing a little as as our nipples caress each other. Then she continues across my abdomen, then engulfs my shaft then down till they caress my ball sack. As they leave me, I jerk as I feel hot breath then her wet tongue sliding across, licking and twirling on my shaft. I flinch and thrust up a bit to meet her, but her arms are holding my legs down.

She slides back up my body in a full body slide. Our lips meet and swirl in passionate deep French kissing, just as her vulva slides across my shaft. Her hips and pelvis move up and down and she rubs her clit against me. Our kissing becomes more passionate as her hips work round and round and backward and forward on my cock. She presses her body hard on me till her labia spread over my shaft. OMG, this is so sensual. And she keeps working away on me and I can sense her ardour rising through our kissing.

Suddenly her weight lifts off my body. I feel her knees climbing along either side of my body. Then a different sensation touches my face. OMG! Her vulva presses to my lips. This is full on face sitting. Now I am no stranger to giving her the benefit of my Tongue Engine. But this is different. This is not something I'm doing to her, but rather something that she is doing to me for her pleasure.  I respond with my tongue and mouth, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling. She pushes back, thrusting and twirling against my mouth and tongue. This is REAL French Kissing!

"Facesitting", Heinrich Lossow (1840—1897)
from "en.wikipedia.org"

After a good five minutes, with her arousal rising, she lifts off my face and moves back down my body. There is a pause and I feel her leaning over to one side. Then there is a cool feeling on my cock and I realize she is rubbing lube on me, then her vulva sits on me again. She is sliding up and down me, from rubbing her clit against my glans, hard, then she slides down till my glans slides across her vag. opening and slides between her labia minora. She works me backward and forward, increasing the pressure and speed, then a little round and round and side to side.

Now YM is normally prolifically semi-orgasmic, with many twitches, jerks and moaning. I can sense her arousal increasing as she switches back and forth between face sitting and cock sitting. She is on my face with my tongue going from shallow tongue fucking to clit licking and sucking. 

Her twitching and shaking is growing. She calls, "Oh My God, I'm coming". My arms are freed and despite my tied wrists I am able to bring my arms up over our bodies and pull her harder against me. Suddenly she has a massive orgasm with her whole body jerking and spasming. It seems to continue for ages, but probably only 30 seconds. They finally subside and she takes some deep breaths, then suddenly a massive after-shock hits. She subsides for another minute, then another after-shock.  She must have  8 or 10 after-shocks, slowly becoming less frequent, till she collapses against me breathless and covered in perspiration.

YM rolls off me, unties my wrists and removes my mask so we can cuddle into each other. After a couple of minutes rest, she reaches around to fetch something else, then I find her lubing herself and applying a condom to me. My erection is not particularly hard, but we manage a little shallow fucking. But my glans is a little sore from all her rubbing against me. So with a failing erection and with both of us still almost breathless, we roll apart for cuddles and pillow talk for our remaining few minutes. She confides in me that although she enjoys her sex work and usual arousal, it has been quite some time since she has a 'real' orgasm like this one.

I wouldn't call our time a dom-sub encounter, but I would highly recommend it. OMFG, I enjoyed myself greatly, despite being orgasm-less myself. It was enjoyable AND fun. I hope she comes again soon! Mmmm!

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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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Why Can't a Man Love More Like a Woman? The Orgasm Gap

Photo by Julianna Crozier, The State Press, 
published Monday, April 24, 2017.

Content Warning: This subject primarily discusses traditional cis heterosexual couples and gender characteristics described are from observational statistical norms only, and should not be interpreted as holding across the sexuality spectrum.

For the '4Thoughts or Fiction' meme prompt #174' 'The Orgasm Gap', guest host Zara Smith quotes from a research study, “Studies have consistently found that there is a gendered orgasm gap, with men experiencing orgasm more frequently than women in heterosexual sexual encounters”. The most commonly quoted statistic is that among heterosexual couples, 95% of males had an orgasm during sex (intercourse) and only 65% of females.

Interpreting the Research Data

Frankly, I'm surprised at the 65% - other research reports around 40%. But the critical issue is the restriction to "during sex/intercourse". A sexual encounter is (or should be) much more and longer than just the intercourse. What are the statistics for women's orgasms during fore (or after) play?

One factor not accounted for in this research, is age/experience. With experience, comes better communication and understanding of each other, so hopefully the gap will be less. On the other hand, older women have the issue of menopause and its effect on libido, and older men grapple with ED. The related factor is how long each couple had been in the relationship - hopefully couples in longer term relationships, with more understanding of each other, will be more likely to have a smaller orgasm gap. And what about the 'missing 5%' of males that don't orgasm - is that we septuagenarians with ED?

Other research data sometimes quoted, is the time to reach orgasm - for males it is around 5 mins, but for females it is about 15 mins. On the basis of this statistic, a couple should spend at least 10 minutes in foreplay before penetration. Or to reword an old joke, you should alternate, 10 mins 'Offer' and 5 mins 'Honour'.

Vive la Difference

Frankly, the male and female orgasm are so different, that I don't think it is even valid to compare counts of either.

First and foremost, the male orgasm is the primal response of the urge to procreate. The goal of every sexual penetrative encounter, is ejaculation, and thus orgasm. For the majority of men, ejaculation and orgasm are effectively concurrent. (But with age and especially post prostate cancer radiotherapy ED, I have found that in fact either can occur without the other). Further, my observation is that the male orgasm is primarily the pumping muscles at the base of the penis, which is quite different to female orgasms from the pelvic floor or kegal muscles, not forgetting some full body convulsing. It is only recently that I have experienced minor pelvic-floor leg shaking orgasms (after 50 years) - more of this later.

Female sex on the other hand is primarily for the hormonal responses. Release of Oxytocin during orgasm is associated with pleasure and emotional bonding. Although the vaginal orgasm (as distinct from clitoral orgasms) is also essentially the 'tie' to increase the chance of insemination, where inward sucking orgasmic convulsions hold the ejaculating penis in longer and suck the ejaculate in toward the cervix (we see this in animal servicing - my wife used to breed dogs so I have personal observation experience of 'the tie'). The anecdotal feedback I have received, is that the 'tie' type vaginal orgasm is a very small percentage of all female orgasms.

For simple males, orgasm is a single event. But for women, there is a wide variety of types of orgasm. They are most often not single events. The record I have had the pleasure of observing and being the recipient, was a cluster of several clitoral orgasms, followed by about 8 squirting orgasms (vaginal g-spot), and 1 massive vaginal orgasm (the 'tie' described above), followed by 5 or 6 'after shocks'. How does that count against my measly single 'shot'? For the above 'research', this would count as just '1' during intercourse.

The Loci of Stimulation

The key points of stimulation are the penis and the clitoris. But so many men still don't fully understand the importance of clitoral stimulation toward a woman's orgasm (despite some improvement in Sex Ed curriculum). Further, the majority don't understand the full internal structure of the clitoris, from the visible head, to the 'legs' behind the labia, down to the g-spot on the upper wall of the vagina. The entire structure is sensitive to stimulation and penetrative coitus just doesn't stimulate that very much.

The Road to Arousal

Most commonly, the stimulus for male arousal is physical, visual topping the list, followed by aural and tactile. For females, emotional triggers, romantic gestures, relational closeness, relaxing intimate atmosphere, erogenous touching, etc are more conducive to arousal. Consequently, it is the female arousal that is more easily 'punctured'.

'A woman's sex drive is related to how beautiful you make her feel!' (found on twitter, original source unknown).

Arousal of erogenous zones are understood by most people. But there are variants and nuances that should be learned. But more importantly, there are approaches and touches that are not always received well, typically by the woman. Communication is the key. Men must learn that anything they do is not necessarily OK. They must learn respect, to ask permission, "Is this OK? Do you like that?". Conversely, women must be up-front, though gentle, in saying "I don't like that!" or "Here, do it this way" (show and tell).

The next stage is timing. Men typically don't understand how long it takes for a woman to become aroused. There must be communication to indicate when it is OK to move on to the next level. This applies to all stages, from flirting, initial touching, kissing, caressing, outside clothes, under-clothes, breasts, genitals, and ultimately when she is ready for penetration.

Up to this point, the goal of arousal for both male and female, although reached by different paths, is the same, the sexual desire. For females especially, it is often called a plateau when they fail to move on to orgasm. For it is at this point where the divergence to the orgasm gap starts. Once aroused, orgasm is reached by direct stimulation of the sex organ, the penis or the clitoris - take note males, the primary female sex organ is the clitoris, NOT her vagina. Whilst penetration of the vagina readily stimulates a penis to orgasm, her clitoris is not generally stimulated enough from penetration in the typical 'missionary' position. A knowledgeable male can adjust his thrusting to ensure her g-spot gets some attention, or pubic rubbing of her labia and clitoral head. But much more successful is to use a woman-on-top position, because she knows which angles, twists and pressure points give her the stimulation she seeks. And the best variant is 'outercourse' or the 'pussy slide' where the penis and clitoris stimulate each other directly, and she can readily move on to intercourse if and when she is ready or desires.

But once we shake off the traditional concept that sex=penetration, other forms of genital stimulation of both partners is much more equitable, with hands/fingers, mouth/tongue.

Sex needs to be understood as a joint endeavour. Think of it like mountain climbing. There will be stages where one must help the other up, there will be plateaus, but to reach the summit together, you must climb together. And the  summit is sexual pleasure, not necessarily ejaculation.

Instruments of Arousal to Orgasm

We are all equipped with nature's own instruments of arousal, hands, fingers, mouth, tongue, penis and labia. But skill levels are sometimes appalling, and understanding that a partner may or may not like certain things is often not communicated. I have had the privilege of sharing cunnilingus with numerous ladies and discussed their experiences, and I am amazed at some of the stories they have told me. (I am eternally grateful to these ladies for teaching me acceptable pleasuring techniques, and I obviously learned well, with one dubbing me 'Thomas The Tongue Engine').

Mutual masturbation is an important tool for a couple to move on from initial arousal toward orgasm, together.

Arousal aids (sex toys) are becoming much more common, but again, communication is critical as to when, how and if they can be used on a partner. For females, they have become important instruments in women achieving (perhaps their first) orgasm, probably solo. It reminds me of the story where the husband says to his wife "Why don't you tell me when you orgasm?". She replies, "Because you're not around when I do"!

Perhaps you should consider (together) a 'Toy For Two' like I reviewed a while back, that provides clitoral stimulation during coitus.

"Why Can't A Man Love More Like A Woman?"

As a result of the "Orgasm Gap" and women's understanding of the reasons and their desire to 'have what he's having', I suspect there is an increase in women turning to 'bi' encounters to get the satisfaction they want, from someone that understands what a woman needs to achieve the 'Big O'. In a recent fiction piece I wrote, the key lady laments "Why can't a man love more like a woman?".

Only once men come to understand that sex is not just about their orgasm, and they start to understand how to arouse a woman, that "She comes first" and "The show's not over till the 'fat' lady sings!" will the orgasm gap start to narrow. Sexual pleasure must become the "Land of the we" instead of the "Land of the me!".

A Medical Response

I subscribe the the 'WebMD' mailing list and they regularly post information on sex life.  A recent post relevant to the Orgasm Gap, was "Habits of Couples Who Have Great Sex", summarized as:-

1. Define sex broadly - it's much more than PIV and (male) ejaculation;
2. Get educated;
3. Touch each other - physical contact builds connection and trust;
4. Confide in each other - communication;
5. Use therapy - uses resources outside yourselves;
6. Stay flexible about each others wants/needs;
7. Make time;
8. Experiment;
9. Cater to and care about satisfying your partner;
10. Seek gratification - practice makes perfect;
11. Use tools;
12. Work at it;
13. Limit porn - porn sets unrealistic expectations of what sex IRL is like;
14. Don't obsess about orgasm;
15. Read each other's cues;

Wrap Up

I wouldn't dream of calling this a 'conclusion' or the 'final word'. Many readers from the sex blogging sphere, being 'sex positive' probably don't have this issue, and think my comments all too obvious. But I know I have a lot of young, curious male readers and so I hope the above causes them to think twice about ensuring their partner orgasms as often as they do.

As always, feedback is always appreciated, positive or negative. Being a mere male observer and commentator, I'm sure there will be some females or non-binary readers, that feel I have got something wrong or missed the point, or don't have the right to speak about how a woman feels. That's fine, speak up and have your say. As a writer, I have to grapple with 'audience' issues all the time.

PS. The Modified Male Orgasm

I touched on this above, and want to come back to this subject to finish off. Can a male have a female like orgasm? To some extent, yes! Some men claim that concurrent prostate massage has led to a slight pelvic orgasm at the same time as ejaculation - with my occasional prostate massage, I haven't had this experience. But I have found that constrained ejaculation causing ejaculate to backup in the urethra almost to the bladder, has led to leg shaking pelvic orgasms. In one case, my partner clamped her mouth tightly around my glans during fellatio forcing my ejaculate to backup, then with a massive pelvic orgasm, she released an explosive geyser-like ejaculation. The other situation I am finding since my radiotherapy ED, is the use of a tight cock ring and a tight masturbation sleeve, which holds the ejaculation back from release (despite its very small volume). This 'locked-in' feeling triggers a small pelvic orgasm.

But loving more like a woman? I do my best to put my women's needs on a level footing with my own. I do my best to try and listen and follow their direction/lead. But frankly I'm not naturally a 'romantic', emotive type of bloke. The best I can do is to be aware of our differences, and consciously make adjustments in my behaviour.

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My Hand, Her Mouth

With May being 'Masturbation Month', the Oral Sex Project has decided to prompt us for posts that combine masturbation AND oral sex. This post is extracted from 'The Five Senses of Sex' originally posted in March 2019. It is written in the first person from my buddy's perspective, based on how she described it to me.

(TM) "Tom had taken a half day off work for a morning visit. I had a nice lie-in in bed awaiting his knock on the door. When he arrived, he had warm, fresh-baked croissants and fresh squeezed orange juice - yum. We quickly slipped back into my still-warm bed to share breakfast, but that was short-lived as we couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other.

Now I was pretty horny waiting for him, but I was wet and needy now in no time. I love fucking mature experienced gents like Tom - he really knows how to please a women, his touches, his kisses, his mouth, his tongue. For now, he makes it all about me. I lost count of how many times he had me orgasming, but Tom still hadn't come himself (its an age thing he tells me). It must have been almost an hour before we rolled apart, breathless, hot and perspiring.

We must have cuddled together for all of 5 minutes as we cooled a little and caught our breaths. But like Oliver, I wanted MORE, but not just for me this time, but something special for US, together.

I rolled Tom onto his back, and slid down his body, trailing my fingers down his arms and kisses down his chest. As I reached his cock, I flicked the tip of his glans with my tongue, then engulfed his shaft in my mouth. His still semi-erect cock stirred back to life.

But I wasn't after just a common old blow-job - I have something very special in mind. Now we have discussed this once before and Tom had indicated that a DIY hand-job gave him better control and outcome. I signal to him to take hold. I slide down further so I can lick his scrotum and suck his balls. I look up the length of his body and ours eyes meet. His eyes are smiling, his lips are moist and he licks them lightly. The look of his tongue and lips bring back memories of where they were just half an hour ago. I can feel my cunt getting slick and hot with the memory. My gaze caresses his whole body, his shoulders, chest, those abs, the bulging arm muscles as he pumps his cock. I stretch my arms up to surround his hips and my fingers stroke his stomach and I can feel him lifting to meet his down strokes. My head is against his leg and I can hear his pulse starting to race in his arteries. His breath is fast now - the sound of his gasps has my own breaths and heart beating in sync. My nostrils are on fire now as they take in the sent of our earlier sex. I can smell and taste my own cunni-linctus on his thighs and scrotum.

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Tom's hand is really pumping now. I can see his engorged purple glans above his fist. His shaft is thick and red and hard now. He lets out a little grunt and his torso lifts and starts to shake a little. He has stopped pumping now and just holding his glans. The thick purple veins are bulging around his dick the urethra along the underside is bulging now, filling up with his lovely cum. I can see it starting to twitch, then Tom lets go and says "Its your's now"!

I pounce, and clamp my mouth around his glans, clamping my lips tightly so that he has no escape.  I can feel his cum building up in his locked shaft, swelling even more. Tom's body arches and stiffens and a little 'Urgh' slips out in agony, before the ecstasy as I release my grip. Tom erupts like a massive hot geyser blasting his love-juice against the back of my throat. I gulp down the first mouthful. He keeps coming for what seems like ages, but probably only 5-10 seconds. My mouth is full again and his cum is running out the corners down his shaft. As his orgasm subsides, I swirl his load around in my mouth, savouring the taste and texture - not unlike molluscs sauteed in salted butter and cream - just my favourite, although an acquired taste. As I swallow my second mouthful, I lick up and down and round and round his cock, licking up every last drop.

As his deflating cock subsides, I come up his body and we embrace and share a fantastic, salty, Deep French Kiss.

Tom tells me it is the most intense orgasm he has ever had.

Now that's the way to Break Fast!"

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Masturbation - Self Love, Desperation or Just Loneliness?

I must admit that masturbation hasn't been high on my blogging topic list since I started. I guess for most guys, once we became fully sexually active, masturbation was just the fall-back mode between in-depth encounters (if you'll excuse the pun).

Sadly for me, our marital sex life turned out to be pretty 'lustless'. With my wife's almost zero libido, I doubt she ever masturbated herself in her entire life, and she definitely wasn't interested in masturbating me when she wasn't up for full sex. So masturbation turned out to be my normal modus operandi for over 30 years of married life.

But once my wife finally declared that she didn't enjoy sex, never had and had no interest for any future activity, I plucked up the courage to find sexual relief in the transactional sex world. With more regular sex, in the early days, my urges sky-rocketed, so masturbation provided daily relief until I had the time and readies for my next sex worker encounter.

But with age, my sex drive was declining so it became 3-4 weeks after an encounter before the urge built up again. Then the unthinkable happened, erection loss mid coitus. Age related ED had arrived.

I'll fast-forward over the next 10 years, including prostate cancer, radiotherapy and struggling with major ED and COVID isolation, which are covered in other posts.

With Viagra, cock-rings and regular masturbation with a pump and a sleeve, I can achieve usable erections and have gone for some 'test drives' with some age-friendly SWs. But regular sex has not been particularly successful with low feeling sensation and generally zero orgasms - paying for not much more than just a kiss-and-cuddle session isn't very enticing. Even with masturbation, with prostate radiotherapy and vasectomy, ejaculation volume is quite small.

With OK results from my first 'pocket pussy', I thought I would try up-market with a Fleshlight with built in vibrations. But frankly, it was a waste of money. I find the Fleshlight sleeve far too soft, almost squishy and the vibrations through the sleeve were minimal. So I have persisted with my original masturbation sleeve and find it's firmness in conjunction with a tight cock-ring, much more enjoyable.

Now with radiotherapy a few years behind me and after regular DIY therapy, I find with just a half dose (50mg) of Viagra, some good porn and self-talk and good lube, I am enjoying fucking my pocket-pussy more. After 5-10 minutes if I have not achieved orgasm and my erection is flagging, I resort to my penis-pump to get some erection back. I am now enjoying masturbation orgasms 2-3 times per week now. I've even enjoyed a 2nd 'shot' in one day, something that I haven't done for 15 years or more.

The most interesting and enjoyable change I find, is that with a tight cock-ring and the tightness of my pocket-pussy, I find my ejaculation is held in whilst I orgasm and I find my orgasms are pelvis and leg stiffening and shaking, not unlike some women's orgasms. The nearest like this that I've enjoyed was a lady who clamped her mouth around my glans restraining the ejaculation during orgasm, then an intense explosive finale. Definitely a first for me. Male orgasms are usually just the pumping sensation from the base of the cock only.

My masturbation orgasms are now sufficiently enjoyable, that my desire to go and find a suitable SW has declined, especially with the 'retirement' of my super-nympho best buddy. Further with my full-time home-care role for my semi-disabled wife, finding just a spare hour to get out for some 'me-time' is increasingly difficult.

So I wish all my readers a Happy Masturbation Month (of May and June and July and August ... and, well all year round).

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