The Blagger

I drink your semi decent white wine and perch at your breakfast bar. Later I'm sucking your cock. You say "God, kid, that was good".

You have money and you're generous and fun. You may be a good investment.

On The Old Dog And Bone

We talk about sex, about his fears and my desires, I give him snippets of what I've liked, what I wish he'd do to me. He seizes control and opportunity into his hands, and then he tells me to touch myself.

I have him on the phone, all ears, pressed against my own, listening to me breath as I exhale into the receiver. I make myself race for him, in rubbing frantic circles. I whisper. "Let me come for you, tell me I can, please". He leads an effective pause and then he says that I can.

I settle up. I say to him, this is how it feels to have control over me.

This is what its like to have the skip of my pulse in your poised conscience, denial and indulgence tipped on your tongue. This is how it feels to weave my brain in your palms and knit out a begging plead. A humiliation... a moment of making, where I give myself to you and you let me go. It tastes like sweet spit and silver words. It sounds so breathless and good. This is a gift. This is power.

Happy Blog-day!

I just realised I missed my own blog-day. *blows a whistle*

My Good Boy

Grinding against his lap on the living room sofa she asks if they can go to bed. She bends over his lap and he spanks her bottom and then he lets her go to their room. She is sopping, so very wet and so ready. He pulls her body to the edge of the bed, kneels on the floor and licks her. He pulls her legs so she's down on the floor herself then, and he fucks her from behind. She comes, they pause for breath and effect. They fuck on the floor again and then clamber back onto the bed, he makes her orgasm again on her back, he makes her body move with the ferocity of his thrusts and then he pulls out.

He tells her to kneel in front of him and she does as she's told, he grabs at her flesh, she is allowed to suck his cock as he ejaculates into her mouth. She spits it all back out at him and beams.

For Those Who Like To Please

Four boned fingers reach up and claw themselves around a pole of metal, a body runs downwards, toes crunched like snapped glass. She's self stretched like she's on a rack, a complete and torturous pleasure. Her soft delicate lashes flutter as her eyes pupils slide around to the top of her head, her cheeks flush as they fill with good heat. Her lips part. He causes this.

Achingly wet, the humours flow around the body, the blood in her veins pumps through her heart which pushes her breasts to a timed quiver. The spit in her mouth rests dry in her teeth and sweet fluid drips from her thighs onto his waiting lips and hands. She squirms and begs and pleads and swears and this is what he causes.

Her thighs are open wide, skin hinged on the bone, like a clacking jaw. She breaths hard and a moan slips from her lips. Its a soft and beautiful sound, guttural and earthy. She is human and animal in equal parts. She is fleshy meat, primal and desperate to come. She’s reaching for the cause.

He gives her all the feeling that she takes from the moment, he causes her to twitch. To run her hands through his hair, to stretch, shudder, slip and slide. To thrust at him and pull back. To be from her own control. When the earth moves away and the fire burns from the ground and smoulders in the pit of her stomach. When her eyes close into ether and there is a separation. He is there to open the door and guide her through the pleasure and he causes this.

Diplomacy

Throughout my sexual career I have never been in the business of making people feel bad about themselves. Sex is pleasure, it should indulge the body and the ego in equal parts.

When someone one is awful in bed does it do to berate them? I think if there is a willingness to learn there should be given time to teach. Sometimes people want to give you something good, but they are scared that they won't or don't know how.

You could be cruel and put someone down as a 'bad shag', or you could see them as a work in progress. They can still learn to lace their fingers over you and slide them in to you and coax a pleasure even if its not shattering.

Is the glass half full or half empty? Either way its wet.

So You Do Something With Electrical Submarines?

So quiet and shy with your sweet brummie twang. You bought me a house warming gift which was overwhelmingly kind and unnecessary and unexpected, but lovely, thank you. You ask if we can go to bed. I exit to use the bathroom and when I return you have taken off all your clothes.

I laugh openly "Did you just take all your clothes off and get in my bed?" You look at me with eager innocence... "Yes?"

I make you come with my mouth, then you go down on me. When you're hard again we fuck for a long time. Your sweat drips onto my back and I orgasm on all fours. You're a sweet thing, you leave me in the morning with a kiss on the forehead.

Moments

She does have those moments. Those moments when you can't help but. Those fuck yourself silly moments. Where its toys and noise and a total wipe out. They don't come so often now, but when they do come everyone comes.

The Older Man - A Day Away

We roam London chatting and laughing. Pressed like sardines on the tube, you sitting and me standing, my leg slid between your open thighs. We eat food and bat stories and smile, safe in the knowledge that its easy and it works. We go to bed together and sleep then fuck and you fill me up like you always do and its bliss. You are not in anyway perfect, but you're a perfectly good friend. There is a fondness and I'm glad you're around.