The Dilemma of Intimacy

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Before I get my teeth stuck into this blog, I want to warn you that you may not agree with some or a lot of what I say. The language I may use could very well offend and your perception of me based on what you read might change. How you feel about all of what comes next is not actually my concern, your views are your own... these are just a bunch of thoughts I’ve had in the last 72hrs that dragged me over to my laptop...

Why is sex so good?

Ever stopped and wondered why you (you in particular) enjoy sex?

Have you ever been in love? Have you ever been in serious, no holding back, the Earth melts away and it’s just the two of you, love... and had sex, or as some of you would argue – ‘make’ love?

Well it’s a totally different experience than just picking up a ‘random’ or dating someone you kinda like for a while and sleeping with them.

Last time I checked I wasn’t a woman, but I can imagine that for most women, opening themselves up to someone and letting them in, all the way in, isn’t something they take lightly, or should be taking lightly.

As much as us guys try to roll around town gloating to our ‘boys’ that we macked the shit outta some woman and got her to drop her panties... the reality is, is that a woman allows you in, and it’s a warm, often moist invitation.

Guys, please don’t kid ourselves, no woman slept with us because we made them do it. If that was the case, well – we’re kinda treading that fine line that could get your ass thrown in prison.

Accept the fact that sleeping with a woman is a privilege and let her know with every inch just how grateful you are. This includes the time you spend when you’re not curled up around each other like a ponytail.

And yet, intimacy can be quite a dilemma...

You meet someone new, there’s immediate chemistry, but sometimes we’re unsure about where to go and what to do next.

Imagine a ‘first date’ – if within the first hour you’re both sitting very close, laughing at her joke, tracing the oddly shaped scar on the back of her hand with your index finger from where she fell of her bike, and she’s inviting you; by moving her hair out the way to look at the other one on the back of her neck, then I’m pretty certain a kiss is probably coming your way.

And what about sex?

What about it...

I don’t think it’s something to be toyed with or treated disrespectfully. I’m not a fan of not being in love and having some serious Doogoo Doogoo, but trust me, sex is far better when you’re with someone and in the act of her taking you inside, you both, for the longest time, lose all sense of anything but the feeling you have right then and there. It’s that exact feeling that grows with every touch, every kiss, every thought you have of each other when you’re apart that causes you to smile, and every silence you spend looking at each other when the other person doesn’t notice.  

It’s usually at this point that intimacy is no longer a dilemma...

Let's Talk Oral...

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I was sitting in the gym last night (the gym being my front room/lounge) on my bench halfway through a crazy set and my mind, like it does sometimes, wandered onto thoughts of naked bodies and orgasms.

Over the years many of my 'guy' friends have without prompting conveyed that they love getting 'head', the BJ, the replacement water slide - but not as many admit (and I use the word 'admit' on purpose) to giving head back to their partners/girlfriends yet, all of these guys state they "LOVE PUSSY".

I can go on record... Please quote me... Share, copy and paste or like this post... Tell all your friends I said: If a man truly loves pussy, he be eating that pussy too!

It's not rocket science or divine physics! Why would a woman consciously give head and never get any back, not even a little bit? Hell, ladies get yours. I am giving you the right to 'not' get on your knees unless you're being met at the table with an equal share of tongue action. 

Now, before certain people go off screaming that I'm condoning random fellatio, what I'm trying to emphasize is, if you're with someone you love/trust and it's monogamous and totally comfortable; then there's no reason why you can't explore the depths or heights of each other.

Hey, it's your choice to have a one-night-stand and dine out on someone you barely know - I personally wouldn't but who am I to dictate the intricacies of a lustful scenario.

Something else I've noticed too. Since writing erotic fiction last week on my other site, I've opened a can of worms I forgot existed. As I think of new material to write, my thoughts often get a bit sordid. I think it's best if I write some teen fiction to balance this out, too much of one thing isn't necessarily good.

But like I alluded to earlier boys and girls... There's nothing wrong with making your partner feel good, especially if they frequently return the favour. 

In the immortal words of Robert Kelly:

"Baby take off your clothes and come on, turn out the lights coz girl it's on, now that we are all alone, I want you to..."

An Erotic Sample - "The Egg"

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Hey there you lovely people that live with me here in this blog-a-sphere! I’m currently co-writing a single or a bunch (a decision hasn’t been made yet) of erotic stories/mini-series with a friend I made via Instagram who’d read one of my ‘shorts’ and promised me riches and nothing but dirty fiction – how could I resist!

I thought I’d post the piece here before sending it to my other site as writing it on the train ride home yesterday made the journey fly by and the experience could very well be a blog-post in itself!

Okay girls, boys and all those other naughty individuals out there, let’s get to reading!

Commuters Pt2... "The Egg"

When someone’s close by, close enough so that you can literally feel the aura of the person, close enough that their body heat glazes over you, and you get that feeling as though their very being is pulling you in and you resist the urge to kiss them... Well, this was Louanne's current experience, the only difference in the warmth coming from Roger standing in front of her was that it was all concentrated around his pelvis as though all his internal heat had flushed itself to one spot and emanated outwards.

Not wanting to move in case she ruined the moment, Roger obliged and took Louanne’s hand placing it on his upper thigh. Unprepared for the texture of Roger’s skin underneath her touch she paused almost imperceptibly. The lack of light in the kitchen and the fact her eyes hadn’t fully adjusted had left her unaware that Roger was completely naked. His crotch was on fire as though his cock was angry, it made Louanne seep juice from her vagina onto her French panties.

As her eyes filtered the darkness, took in the absence of any artificial glow and began using surfaces, the sheen of the fridge door, the shimmer of the time on the microwave and the dull moon beams that attempted to pour into the room; she was able to make out several objects on the centre counter behind Roger.

Allowing herself to be led, Roger picked her up easily and seated her atop the workspace. Wordlessly he parted her legs and revealed a knife from nowhere. His eyes looked evil as she caught a glint of them. Instinctively scared, knives had never featured in any of their games but she trusted him enough to play along.

Expertly, Roger flicked not so much as cut the edges of her panties open, tearing the last pieces with his free hand so that her pussy was totally exposed. The knife made a satisfying clatter as he threw it over his shoulder onto the tiled floor. Reaching behind her he grabbed something and placed it on her inner thigh dangerously close to the opening of her pussy.

Not wanting to break the spell, not wanting to look down, Louanne stared into Roger’s eyes like an employee about to get fired. The apprehension and tinge of fear etched across her face made Roger’s dick stiffen painfully. He wanted to plunge himself inside her so badly he nearly dismissed what he was about to do with the remote controlled egg he had pressed up against her thigh.

Slowly he raised it towards his mouth and licked it with more than enough saliva to drip down his chin. Blinded by lust, Louanne didn’t see the object, only the intent in her mans eyes.

It was wet and cold as it entered her. She grimaced, not for pain or discomfort. The toy inside her began to vibrate moderately. Roger’s hand, now placed above her pussy vibrated too. Inside her she could feel the egg pulsating and outside Roger played with her clit, giving it slow, strong strokes.

The egg vibrated faster but Roger kept his tempo. It became difficult to hold back. The two contradicting speeds playing havoc with her senses, and where she was just about to sync with one then the other broke her concentration causing her to shudder and release more of herself.

She could feel the inside of her vagina tighten around the egg and she wished it was Roger’s dick she was about to cum on. The thought of his cock, the way it always slid inside her, difficult at first, and then all the way in, deep and wide making it hard to tell if she was too tight or he was too big.

She would have it soon, but for now the egg got the first of her soaking wet attention.

Unable to stifle it any longer she grabbed Roger by the shoulder, dug her heels into the counter and squirted hot cum all over the egg inside her; causing it to fall out. 

It was Roger's turn to tag in...