Defense De Fumer

Actually it’s me that’s fuming.





I took this picture at our local petrol station. Now don’t get me wrong, although I don’t smoke myself I like to think that I am pretty tolerant, live and let live and all that, and I think the current moves to ban smoking in restaurants and pubs are divisive and likely to be counterproductive. But this just takes the biscuit for crass stupidity. His female partner was standing just out of the shot filling up the tank and there were two little kids strapped in the back of the car. Every so often he flicked the ash out of the open window.

I couldn’t not say something to the bloke, not that I thought it would help. I asked him if he thought it was really such a good idea to be smoking around so much petrol. He just shrugged, told me not to be so up tight and to mind my own business-or words to that effect.

Well, call me boring if you like, but I quite like my life as it is now. Passive smoking is one thing but I have no desire to be prematurely cremated. They don’t put bloody great big red ’No Smoking’ signs up in petrol stations just for decoration.

Or am I just being fussy?


And, before you ask, yes I DID see that edition of ’Mythbusters’ where they showed how difficult it is to ignite a pool of petrol with a lighted cigarette, but I still think it’s plain bloody stupid to be smoking in a filling station, especially with two little kids strapped in and helpless in the back of the car.

Sunday Morning: 3A.M.

We enjoyed the long holiday weekend down at the summerhouse. Heather and I both like to stay up late if there’s no work next day and this is the sight that we stood and enjoyed in the total stillness at 3A.M..


(The view from the waters' edge, 3 A.M. Sunday)

We went back inside, stoked up the fire and made love until long after the birds had started singing. We had to be a little bit quiet, Daughter was home from school and was sleeping in the adjacent bedroom. At least we hoped that she was sleeping, otherwise she would have heard every creak of the pine bed. When the weather gets a bit warmer we’ll be able to move our activities to the bench by the waters’ edge, or a blanket in the middle of the lawn.

Monday night we were back home, with Daughter safely delivered back to school and Son sleeping over at his girlfriends’ house. An ideal chance for wild and messy sex, but we were both feeling relaxed and mellow after the weekend. Wild and messy just didn’t seem appropriate. We just lay side by side fingering each other in the places we love: Lips, nipples, inside thighs, behind the ears. Eventually her hand was drawn to my cock and mine to her cunt lips.

”If you were to put a finger into your cunt to get it wet and then allow me to suck it, that would please me very much” I whispered.

Without saying a word she drew up her legs a little, reached down to her groin, hooked a couple of fingers round into her cunt….and stayed like that.

I was lying there, tracing my fingers round her areolae, feeling her nipples stiffen and waiting patiently for my taste of her. It never came, she was enjoying herself too much! She threw back her head and started to squeeze her legs together as her breathing grew shallower. She was masturbating herself, oblivious to me.

Now Heather almost never masturbates. She maintains that she never needs to with me around, which is very kind. All I could do was watch in fascination as she rapidly brought herself to orgasm. The sight of her pleasuring herself turned me on enormously. I knelt up beside her and used the tip of my cock to tease her nipple.

”Seeing as you’ve got a hand free” I grinned ”You might just as well wank me while you’re at it”

And that’s just what she did. Jerking and grasping and convulsing on the bed while I reached a finger round and found a way into her bum. This sent her over the edge and she shrieked, arched her back and then curled up into the foetal position, shivering with cold and with tears running down her cheeks.

I lay on top of her to warm her, threw my arms around her and comforted her. She pulled her hand slowly out of her cunt and traced my lips with her slippery fingers.

”Is this what you wanted?” she smiled. I sucked the fingers into my mouth, devouring her juices., savouring the taste of her and sharing it with her again by kissing her.

Fully recovered again, she almost sprang up and over on to all fours, inviting me inside her and I slid easily between her swollen cunt lips. Almost at once she started moaning again, reaching down between her legs to tease her clit as my balls slapped into her. She let out a cry as I came. Whether that was her second orgasm I don’t know. I didn’t ask. It didn’t seem important. We cleaned up and she laid down into my waiting arms, nestling her head on my chest and within a minute or so had fallen into a deep contented sleep.

That was what was important.

Sugasm 81

Sugasm #81

Mon 28th May, 07

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

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This Week’s Picks

Do / Do Not (lafillemariee.blogspot.com…)
“Do – stop in the hallway to kiss and fondle me before even getting to the room.”

The Red Cross of Fucking (perverselypoly.blogspot.com…)
“They can pay her a “finder’s fee,” and everybody will be happier.”

Review: The Amputee’s Guide to Sex (www.radicalvixen.com…)
“When he first mentioned it he turned his disability into a fetish.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Meet Lin Chong, Dong Assistant (sugarbank.com…)

Editor’s Choice
Mothers day 3 (joeheather.blogspot.com…)

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Agly (theadulteress.livejournal.com…)
All Day Love (talktovanessa.com…)
Do You Know? (fexual-strustration.blogspot.com…)
Heartbeats and Breaths (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com…)
Hidden Desire - Submission #1 (confessionjournal.blogspot.com…)
Horny Sales Girl Giving Pleasure (humandigest.blogspot.com…)
Joshua Three - Part Three (junohenry.wordpress.com…)
Lay With You (www.smuttydirt.com…)
One More Night pt. 3 (kislee.naughtyblog.net…)
Overtime With The Boss (eroticjournals.blogspot.com…)
The Pussy Slayer (confessions112.blogspot.com…)
Room Service (gentlygently.blogspot.com…)
Watch Me Squirm (drtycplinva.blogspot.com…)
Welcome home honey (orangeuglad.blogspot.com…)

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Since when is stripping news? (deliciously-naughty.typepad.com…)

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Aria Giovanni Nude (eroticandy.blogspot.com…)
Audio: Pussy Lickin’ Good (www.taratainton.com…)
Girlfriend of “Sexual Expression” in the Kitchen (kitchen-girls.blogspot.com…)
Half-Nekkid and Guilt-Free Hiney (www.tarasnaughtyshop.com…)
Happy HNT - Hand spanking video (darkside-journey.blogspot.com…)
Irina & Alena (viviane212.blogspot.com…)
Natali Demore and Lady Dalbin (video) (thebootcam.com…)
Presenting Avril (onlymet.blogspot.com…)
Supermodels from Peru (myhotbox.blogspot.com…)
Titty Tuesday (imelda-imelda.blogspot.com…)
Video #1/”Sexual Nostalgia” (sexualnostalgia.blogspot.com…)

Sex Work
A Day In The Life Of A Professional Fetish Blogger (www.quipsandchains.com…)
Madeleines (thismuse.blogspot.com…)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Alpha & Beta (smart-girls.blogspot.com…)
Defining Erotic (www.thenaughtychick.com…)
Friday (sexcakes.blogspot.com…)
I loved this then and still love it now… (darkdaughta.blogspot.com…)
The Problem with Porn Part II: Manifestations Online (un-cool.blogspot.com…)
The Sex Kitten History; The Sex Kitten Future (www.sex-kitten.net…)
Spanked by Robin Byrd, or not that innocent (lustylady.blogspot.com…)
A Strange New World of Emotion (practicalpolyamory.blogspot.com…)

Sex Humor
Man Gets Out Of Traffic Ticket, Potential Threesome Cited (funnyextreme.com…)

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Art, human condition and spanking (www.spankingwriters.com…)
Darkness (transformher.blogspot.com…)
I’m Easy (Sort of) - Reflections on Cuckolding (mrsemmakelly.blogspot.com…)
Star Trek and BDSM (twentyfoursevends.blogspot.com…)
Wednesday Session (www.sub-burbs.com…)
Wolves vs. vampires (lastbreath.wordpress.com…)

Mothers day 3

Part one here

Part two here

We didn’t really want to go home from the summerhouse that evening, but with work next day we reluctantly agreed it was best not to stay another night. There were things to do before we could even think of going to bed, but my tellling Heather what I intended to do, at least in part, added a little thrill of tension to the atmosphere. Heather hates the idea of sex being inevitable, of us standing in the kitchen saying ”Well, that’s the washing up out of the way, I suppose we’d better go and do sex for half an hour”. She likes being taken by surprise. However she does get very turned on by me describing in detail what I am going to do for her. It’s a difficult balance. I, on the other hand, find inevitability part of the turn on. I like the idea of her being led like a lamb to the slaughter and if her wrists happen to be bound together under her chin and she is being led by a chain attached to a leather collar, then so much the better.

I showered, she spent an extra long time in the bathroom preparing herself. She was already wet and wide open when she came into the bedroom as I found out when she straight away squatted over my cock and sank down onto it, groaning as she impaled herself. This was a nice touch, she knows I like to dip myself well and truly inside her before I give her a fisting because it just doesn’t feel the same after.

She rolled off me again, onto her back, hoisting her legs in the air and grabbing her knees. She was eager to get started. I took off my engagement ring, lubed up my hand, parted the rim of hair around her labia and started to burrow into her with gentle twisting movements that made her shudder and moan. I traced around her cervix, pushing and nudging at it with a fingertip, then clenched the fist to stretch her just a little more and suddenly I had slipped into her right up to the wrist.

”It’s a long time since I had the kids” she started. ”I don’t think you’ll be able to get it all in”

”I’m already there, just relax”.

She looked down to see the my arm was disappearing inside her, then closed her eyes and threw back her head again. I curled my fingers round and started tickling the front wall of her vagina.

”Stop a minute” she said ”I think I might have to go to the bathroom for a pee”.

Or was this the build up to the famous female ejaculation we hear so much about these days? In any case, much as I would have liked to have found out seeing as she’s never experienced this as far as I know I think she will have to be very much better prepared before we investigate that one further. I am prepared to believe that she would thank me for it if we did but she does have a hang up about bodily fluids, plus we had just put clean sheets on the bed. I relented.

She turned over on to all fours and jutted her bum up into the air. Her cunt was now a gaping cavern ringed by hairs made matted and straggly by the lubricants. I plunged my hand into her one more time, leaving my thumb to pres into her arse. This, too, was delightfully open and I made her moan once more by squeezing the thumb onto the rest of the hand through the membranes separating them.

I reached down for the n-joy, our new best friend, and she squealed as she felt it’s coldness squeeze past her anus. Two further little pushes and the ’anal’ end of the toy was lying inside her and she was purring with satisfaction. Now the bit I hadn’t told her about; I lubed up my cock, laid it on the cold steel of the n-joy, gently pulled her anus a little wider open and slid myself into her along the length of that magic stainless steel wand.

”What the hell are you doing?” She gasped. But I was rapidly approaching my release and was too far gone to reply. As I clasped her hips and slammed into her my balls slapped against the protruding end of the n-joy, heightening the sensation and driving me to slam into her all the harder. Heather had her face buried in the pillow and was reaching back , scrabbling at her clit and trying to confirm that she really was being double-penetrated in the arse for the first time ever.

I came first but was still gasping for breath and shaking when she contracted hard on me and her cries, muffled by the pillow, told me that she too had reached that glorious state. I stayed in her for a good long while afterwards, holding her round the middle, cupping her breasts, kissing her wherever I could reach, while she aftershocks of our orgasms died away and the trembling calmed down. I pulled out slowly and then experienced the curious pleasure of withdrawing the n-joy, knobble by knobble from her anus and seeing it still dripping with my cum. Disgusting thoughts flitted through mind as to what I COULD have done with it, deep dark secret thoughts which will no doubt remain unuttered. As I said, Heather has a big hang up with bodily fluids. I made do with washing it in soap and water and putting it back in its box.

What can I say about n-joys that hasn’t already been said? Only this: If you haven’t got one already, buy one. If you have got one already, buy another one!

It might have been mothers day, but all in all, father didn't do to badly out of it either.



The Fat Controller would like to make it clear that he has no connection whatsoever with the manufacturers of the n-joy range. However, if a free sample or two were to come his way…..

Mothers Day (Part 2)

I know this is now over a week old, but it's still hot so to speak. Things have been a bit hectic this last week. My regular assistant has been on holiday (in San Diego. I must be paying her too much. lol)and I have been training up a new one which has required a fair bit of my time.



Anyway. Here's what happened next on mothers' day weekend, continued from here.





Despite our earlier fuck, or maybe because of it, by the time we got back from lunch in the mid-afternoon I was aching for her and she for me. We threw off our clothes in the lounge, grabbed a box of tissues and hurried through into the bedroom.

Heather lay huddled and shivering on the bed. I enveloped her in my arms and held her close. We had all the time in the world. I traced round the contours of her face with my fingertips, she traced round my nipples with hers. Slowly her hand lid down towards my crotch. Slowly my hand slid down towards hers.

I worked my fingers in between her labia, hooked one fingertip round inside her, followed by another, then..a sharp intake of breath and not of a good kind, accompanied as it was by a wince. I apologised as I tried to free the trapped hair. She still sports a full bush, she still won’t let me photograph it, ergo I still won’t allow her to shave or even trim it. It is a thing of magnificence and beauty and it would be an act of vandalism to remove it without recording it for posterity.

I turned around and laid my head in her lap, breathing in her unique perfume. I was going to run my tongue up and down her slit, I was going to tongue her clit while I slipped a finger or two into her cunt, and maybe a little pinky into her bum, but I was already thinking of our next fuck, what I would do to her then. Rather like a snooker player, planning several shots ahead. While rutting with her that morning I was already planning how I would make love to her in the afternoon. Now, making slow relaxing love to her, I was planning how I would fuck her that night.

”Not now, but this evening” I growled ”I am going to give you a thorough fisting, and then, because that will make your cunt all loose, I’m going to finish up by fucking you in the arse”. She shivered and moaned, murmered ”Why not now?”, but I hadn’t told her all that I had in mind. I wanted to keep something as a surprise.

She lifted one leg and I buried my face in her, licking around the rim of her cunt and pressing her clitoris out of hiding, wanking it gently between finger and thumb while she wanked me. Her orgasm built up slowly until it was too m uch for her to contain and I knelt up beside her while she clenched her legs together and came, gripping my hand between them.

Then she rolled over, lay flat out and waited for me to cover her and slide into her. I stretched out full length on top of her, gripped the headboard and used my arms to pull my whole body back and forth on top of her until I added my fluid to the flood that was already leaking out of her.

I lay on top of her, nuzzling her neck, but my mind was elsewhere. It was already in our bedroom back home, that night.

Question Time

I pinched this from Funny Sparky. I'm a sucker for this kind of thing so bear with me. Question 26 was missing so I ransacked another meme for a suitable substitute (Thanks, Vi!)

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My father, his father and, for all I know, his father before him. Just to perpetuate the tradition, Son has it as his middle name.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? I’m a big boy, I don’t cry. Once, a girl I was keen on decided to end things between us before it got too serious because she couldn’t see a future for the both of us. She offered me one last night together and I just broke down. That was 30 years ago and we’re still together.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? I HATE my handwriting. I, like my father and brother, am naturally left-handed but the fashion at the time when I started school was to force lefties to hold their pencils the ’normal’ way. I wrote in block capitals until I was eight. I was given extra handwriting exercises to do. I was ridiculed in front of the class. It was hell.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Cold roast beef, very rare, with Branston pickle.


5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 2: Son, 18, living in the flat across the yard. Daughter 15, at boarding school until june next year (and loving it)


6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Yes. I am a bit reserved until you get to know me, but I don’t bite!


7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Yes, but I’m trying to cut down


8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? I still have all my bits and pieces, apart from a couple of pairs of wisdom teeth and a short length from each vas deferens.

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? What on earth for?


10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes (when I can get them)


11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Nope


12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Physically, somewhere between Charles Atlas and the nine-stone weakling. Mentally, I think ’stubborn’ would be a better description.


13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Vanilla


14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their smile (or lack of it)

15. RED OR PINK? I like my beloved to wear red. I love it when she shows me some pink (or is that just TOOOOO cheesy?)


16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I could use a couple more inches (in height, stoopid) I hate being a short-arse.

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? The good old British pub. There’s nothing quite like it anywhere else.


18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? As many as can be bothered. I know there are many who prefer not to do this kind of thing. I respect that too.

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Dark navy trousers and Black shoes (Company uniform). I imagine this is a more girly-oriented question.


20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Chicken salad in mayonnaise with mushroom and asparagus.


21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The whine of a bloody moped going down the street

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Green


23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Coal smoke and hot steam oil. Witch Hazel.


24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My beloved. Strictly business, unfortunately.


25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? She didn't send it to me, I shamelessly pinched this from her but, as is my wont, having discovered her blog I sat and devoured it in one sitting and my admiration for her writing and her humour just grew.

26. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? Neither. The glass is just twice as big as it needs to be.

27. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Speedway.


28. HAIR COLOR? Dark brown


29. EYE COLOR? brown


30. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Occasionally, but I like my glasses.


31. FAVORITE FOOD? Chinese or Italian

32. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Either. I saw the original ’Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ together with my beloved. We were both very drunk and laughed the whole way through it. We nearly got thrown out of the cinema.


33. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? ’Borat’


34. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING Dark navy polo shirt with white trim and the company logo on the back


35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer, long nights where it never gets dark!


36. HUGS OR KISSES? You mean I have to choose? No fair!


37. FAVORITE DESSERT? Ambrosia creamed rice with lots of demerara sugar on top


38. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I dunno


39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND I dunno


40. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? A Year Behind Bars by George East. (Memoirs of a pub landlord)


41. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? It’s a promotional one from one of our suppliers, with the name of the commodity they supply in 20 different languages


42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? ’Rebus’. (The newer series with Ken Stoat) and ’The Amazing Mrs Pritchard’. We recorded ’Spooks’ for later (we had other things to attend to!!!)

43. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SOUND? A steam locomotive, working hard.

44. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles!


45. WHAT IS THE FURTHEREST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Milan, Italy

46. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can waggle my ears, does that count?


47. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Highgate, London


48. WHO'S ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? I’d be delighted to get any.

Dawn Chorus

The dawn chorus is a wonderful thing. It starts with just one bird singing in the stillness of the early morning. Gradually all the other songbirds join in in a crescendo to greet the new day.

At the moment, where we are the dawn chorus starts at 3.30 a.m. How do I know?

It was at 3.30 on sunday morning that we finally left each other alone.

We slept until eleven and then fucked some more.

I love weekends.

Paranoid

This latest post from Alex made me laugh out loud. In the same vein, I put this up on YouTube just a few days ago. This is Son and his band murdering a Black Sabbath classic. He is the handsome one (takes after me of course lol) with the enormous.......bass guitar.

The singer looks like he's got lost on his way to a Beach Boys Gig. Whether this is an ironic statement or just a total lack of sense of occasion I am not sure.

Off Again

It's another public holiday tomorrow (or should that be 'pubic'). Ascension Day, would you believe? With the kids leaving us to our own devices again I just hope I can 'rise to the occasion' lol.

Too many more days off and I'm going to have to go to work just to get a break!

Catch you all again on friday.

Mothers Day

”How about we go over to your Mothers’ with a dirty grin on our faces?”

I asked this more in hope than expectation. It was mothers’ day morning and we had been invited over to Heather’s parents for lunch. We were in the summerhouse, minus kids as anticipated. This was the first time since she became a mother that we have had a mothers’ day without the kids being there. A strange thought. Another milestone. We had got rather drunk the night before on a dangerously drinkable Chilean Cabernet of which someone had given us half a case, and had fallen asleep in a heap on the bed after a perfunctory fuck. Whe we finally surfaced it was already half past ten. Heather had started busying herself with breakfast.

I had almost forgotten the presents. They were still secreted in the car and I was going to have to retrieve them before breakfast. In previous years, in line with local tradition, I would have had to have driven bright and early at the bakers to join the queue of other fathers buying breakfast rolls and cakes. Whereas there was always a brisk trade there on Sunday mornings in the summer season, on Mothers Day the queue would be all male and would stretch out of the shop. But the baker is closed now. We have to make do with frozen bread rolls, heated in the oven.

The air had been too chilly to dash naked across the lawn to the car so I pulled on a pair of jeans and went commando, duly retrieving the bottle of Bailey, ostensibly from Daughter and box of Belgian chocs, ostensibly from son, but both of course bought by me, and the little framed watercolour which she had seen in a local gallery a few weeks ago and which I had sneaked back and bought.

With breakfast over, Heather was doing something with her hair while I was doing the washing up. I was still commando and feeling increasly horny. I could just do with a fuck right now. That’s when I asked the question.

She just laughed, told me to behave, we didn’t have time, wait till we got back. Anyway, she had just eaten a largish breakfast and she didn’t want me pushing too hard down on her. I didn’t press the point. I just poured myself a cup of coffee and sat in the lounge, waiting for her to get ready.

”On the other hand” she called from the bathroom a little later. ”We have got a stable door which I can lean over and enjoy the view. If you still want us to have that dirty grin when we go to Mothers’ you’d better get a move on, we should be there by now”

I met her out in the hallway. She was already bent over the half-door, her tits hanging free in the breeze, her panties already half way down her thighs. I helped them the rest of the way and had the satisfying sensation of loosening the belt of my jeans and letting them slump to the floor while my cock jumped to attention. I just rammed it unceremoniously into her wet and waiting cunt in a frenzied rutting. We would have a long leisurely fuck when we got back again but this was just satisfying our animal urges as quickly as possible, bent double over a stable-door.

Then, five minutes later, we were walking across the meadow to Heathers’ parents’ summerhouse, holding hands like a pair of lovestruck teenagers

I turned to her with a grin.

”Is that what they mean by ’Enjoying a stable relationship’?”

Sugasm 79

Sugasm #79

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This Week’s Picks

Joshua Three - Part Two (junohenry.wordpress.com…)
“Gently, I bit his earlobe, as his hands wandered lower to where i was primed, slick and ready for them.”

Who wants pretty blowjobs anyway? (lustylady.blogspot.com…)
“If any moment in that night would’ve gotten me off, that would’ve been it.”

Whore Sex Vs. Not Whore Sex, Episode 2 (thismuse.blogspot.com…)
”I push him down again and have what I want.”


Mr. Sugasm Himself
Private Lives, Public Places (sugarbank.com…)

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Failing to have sex (deliciously-naughty.typepad.com…)

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Her Lickety Splits (dirtydetails.blogspot.com…)
I really shouldn’t drink (edinerotica.blogspot.com…)
Indecisive (thenakedrhetoricaltruth.blogspot.com…)
It Works Every Time (joeheather.blogspot.com…)
Let’s go for a ride 1 (lastbreath.wordpress.com…)
Map (theadulteress.livejournal.com…)
Ms. Wolfe (drtycplinva.blogspot.com…)
My Biggest Sexual Fantasy (maude-tim.blogspot.com…)
Teacher on Teacher Part Four…. (afterschoolmonologues.blogspot.com…)
Teacher on Teacher - Part V (bikersballsandteacherstits.blogspot.com…)

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Toy Review: The Eroscillator (talktovanessa.com…)

BDSM & Fetish
Andre’s good with the whip (plum001.blogspot.com…)
Happy HNT - Ghost Rider Fantasy (darkside-journey.blogspot.com…)
Hot Tuesday Night (www.sub-burbs.com…)
Meeboguest G confesses: “I know not to cum” (anawtymouz.blogspot.com…)Playing with Punishment Books (www.spankingwriters.com…)
Pretty in Pink (pick-up-pieces.blogspot.com…)

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Audio: A New Toy for Self Play (www.taratainton.com…)
Chastity Clock: The Lizard’s Predicament (mrsemmakelly.blogspot.com…)
Feel Her (myhotbox.blogspot.com…)
Half-Nekkid in Stockings (sweatshopsissy.wordpress.com…)
Half-Nekkid Ode to the G-String (www.tarasnaughtyshop.com…)
Jade Netikas (viviane212.blogspot.com…)
Mistress Melissa of The Chateau (www.thebootcam.com…)
A new french friend (mypenis.thumblogger.com…)
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Fakta Fuck

”If I get up on my hands and knees, do you think we could manage a Fakta Fuck*?”

”I thought you’d never ask”

It was ten to two in the morning. We were laying in the blue glow of the clock-radio, cuddling together and trying to get to sleep after a long hard day. We had both convinced ourselves that a fuck at this time of night was probably a bad idea – inasmuch as any kind of fuck is ever a bad idea – and talked about how much better it was going to be at the weekend. Both kids away and a chance to escape to the summerhouse with the prospect of unsettled weather ruling out any serious gardening.

We lay in each other’s arms and mused about how we would be free to make long, luxurious love without having to worry about getting up the next morning.

”I adore every inch of your gorgeous body” I whispered, stroking her face. ”But this weekend I am going to lavish my attention on your beautiful breasts. I’m going to take the time to caress, squeeze, pinch, kiss, lick and suck them”.

How much better it would be than midweek, when we often just make do with a quickie to quench our lusts when they get too strong to ignore. Still, a fuck’s a fuck.

Heather tried snuggling up closer to me but she was restless, aching all over.

I asked her if a back massage would help to relax her. Silly question. A back massage always helps to relax her.

She turned over onto her front and I kneaded her lower back and between the shoulder blades. It goes without saying that I was hard and she could feel my cock, pressing into her thigh. I was just weighing up the chances of parting her butocks and jabbing it into her when she murmered

”If I get up on my hands and knees….”

I prefer not to use lubricant if I can avoid it, prefering to talk, touch, kiss or lick her to a state of readiness but there is always a bottle within reach on the bedside table for occasions such as these. Just a little dab on the fingertips was all that was needed to get past her labia and into her own rapidly developing wetness. I knelt sideway-on to her, clasping her hips so that my cock dug into her thigh. I squeezed her bum cheeks and slid a thumb down the front wall of her cunt, the remaining fingers feeling for her clit and then gripping a little. Then her little whimpers turned into a sharp intake of breath as I relinquished my hold on her hips and slid just a fingertip into her bum.

The speed and intensity of her orgasm took me by surprise. In little more than a minute she was contracting on my hand and gasping for breath. I none-too gently pulled my finger out of her bum again and cupped her swinging breasts as she rode my hand all the way over that cliff. Then, with the waves of orgasm still washing over her, I straddled her closed legs and guided my cock into where the thumb had just been, slapping her cunt lips with my balls and prolonging her pleasure so much so that her arms gave way and she collapsed face-down into the pillow with her bum jutting into the air. She shrieked as I slipped that thumb into the nearest available alternative hole and I pulled it out again, afraid that I had hurt her with the edge of a nail, despite always keeping then trimmd and ready for action, lol. But no, this was a shriek of surprise and joy and she breathlessly told me to put it back again.

My own orgasm was also a long, drawn out, noisy affair. It’s marvellous how liberating it is having no kids in the house. Heather, with her face still buried in the pillow, scrabbled around for the tissues on the floor. I saved the last groan of the evening for the long, slow withdrawing of my cock from her most intimate place, wiped myself on the proffered tissue and collapsed beside her.

We were asleep in minutes, facing away from each other because of the body heat with only our bottoms pressed together. Not a single kiss had passed between us. There had been no tenderness. It had been a frenzied all-out animalistic ball-slapping fuck and it was all over in ten minutes.

But it did the job.

After all, a fuck is a fuck.



*Fakta fuck’ is our name for a quickie. See here for an explanation.

It Works Every Time

I took flowers home last night. Red roses and white carnations. Not something I do very often, I’m afraid, but Heather had mentioned that the flowers on the dining table needed changing that morning.

When I got back, Lynn, our senior assistant was still there, tidying up in the business and chatting with Heather. ”What’s all this? What are you after tonight?” was her not-at-all-predictable reaction.

I tried to protest my innocence of any ulterior motive. Heather is a sophisticated and intelligent woman and it would surely take more than a bunch of flowers to influence her. On the other hand, we did have the house to ourselves that evening…

”Lock the back door” Heather commanded, after Lynn had left.

”My mother’s been once already today, but you never know”

This last comment mystified me a little bit. Our TV lounge is upstairs and if we’re going up we’ll often lock the back door in case of burglars but I didn’t really get significance of the remark about her mother. Yes. I know. I am sometimes a little slow on the uptake.

Well, we watched the early-evening news, as is our wont and as there was nothing else worth watching I stood up and suggested we go down and get supper on the go.

”How’s your weight doing, by the way?” Heather asked, innocently.

Now, for reasons we need not go into here, our bathroom scales live under the sofa in the TV lounge and every morning at the same time and at the same stage in our ablutions we weigh ourselves. Nude, of course.

”Let’s have a look” I replied and started to strip off slowly and deliberately.

When I looked up from the scales again, Heather was also naked, with a filthy grin on her face. I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom…

In the few paces it took to get there I was already rock hard. As we lay down on the bed I knew I just had to get inside her right away. She lay back, caught hold of her knees and opened herself wide to receive me, still with that wicked grin.

She was absolutely soaking wet and I slid easily into her, right up to the hilt. Then it dawned upon me that she had been wanting this and working towards this, possibly since I’d got home. Now I understood the remark about locking the door. Never mind the burglars, just as long as her mother doesn’t come bursting in.

We tried ’fuck-around-the-clock’ an old favourite for when we’re in no hurry. With me lying on top of her in Missionary, I have to somehow rotate myself through 360 degrees (in the horizontal plane of course) without falling out., taking plenty of time and enjoying the different positions on the way. Then we did it again with me in her from behind. Then she laid on her side and pulled her labia apart and I knelt and plunged into her with my arms crossed behind my head and a cry of ”Look Mum, no hands”.

And then she lay on her back so that I could lavish all my attention on her clit, and on her breasts. As she arched her back and closed her legs I slid my hand from her breast to the side of her face, slipping the thumb in between her eager lips. She bit down on it and came. And came. And came.

She was still shuddering as I rolled her over and forced myself in between those still tight-clamped legs. Slippery as she was, I slid in easily and knelt back slightly so that with each push my balls brushed over her upturned heels-a glorious sensation.

I could feel Heather starting to shake again and I suggested she might like to work her clit herself to see if there were any seconds to be had. She tried for a while, came very close, but backed off again. In any case I needed to look her in the eye as I came tonight. She lay on her back once more and I pumped into her with renewed fury. Just as I was about to explode inside her she wrapped her legs tight around me, limiting my movenents and almost stopping me in my tracks. Whether by design or accident she transformed my headlong rush to ecstacy into a protracted, screaming avalanche of an orgasm which left me in a collapsed heap on the bed with her stroking my cheeks and kissing me tenderly on the forehead.

I was pretty much blown away for the rest of the evening, but not so much so that I didn’t take full advantage when, at 1am and ready for sleep, she spread her sweet legs once more for me.

Country Life

This post by Vi last week, with its reference to inbreds, made me laugh out loud. This is just the kind of stuff we used to get up to in our local, the dear old ’Plough’, now renamed and with the regulars driven away in favour of yuppies with more money than sense.

Bitter? Me?...That’s very kind, I don’t mind if I do.

Where I am now there is more than one mobile phone per head of population (this also applies to the Controller Family) and more comprehensive broadband internet coverage than anywhere else in the world. We also have inbreds, especially in the little corner of the kingdom where we have settled.

We have one regular who I’ll call ’Brian’ Not his real name of course, his real name is Børge but that’s a tad difficult to pronounce. Brian has a fascination bordering on obsession with clocks, which we in our business, happen to sell. He lives alone way out among the potato fields and drives his company car-a delapidated Ford tractor-into town about once every six weeks to restock with the essentials (bootlaces, spare parts for seed-drills, clocks, batteries for clocks, spare batteries for clocks). He always leaves his clogs outside our door to avoid treading pigsh*t into the carpet and comes into the shop in socks that are scarcely better. He mumbles almost inaudibly in the thick local dialect and repeats and queries everthing several times before saying ”I’ll think about it” or ”Can you put it aside for me?” and scurrying out again, only to phone the next morning (always about ten minutes before we open) and subsequent mornings (ditto) and sometimes even several times a day to confirm what we had agreed and to ask if he can have it on credit.

Well, we had not heard from Brian for a couple of months when, out of the blue, he turns up. The very day after I had read Vi’s post. The woman must have powers. I think people need to be warned. This time he didn’t want a clock, it was something else for a change. He wanted it as soon as possible, but could he have it on credit until he got paid?

”When would that be?” one of the girls politely enquired.

”After harvest. September time”.

The girls are now back into the habit of checking the ’show number’ before answering the phone. This one will run and run.


Previous photo: The real English countryside; the River Dever at Wonston in Hampshire

Let Us Pray

We had a day off on Friday. The fourth Friday after Easter is traditionally ’Great Prayer Day’. In 1686, King Christian VII decreed that at dusk on the Thursday evening the church bells across the land should be rung as a signal that all inns and taverns should close and all trade halted so that the population at large could go home and prepare themselves so as to present themselves in church punctually , well-rested and sober on the Friday and that all work, travel, games, gambling and all forms of ”worldly vanities” were to be foresworn for this one day.

The king was no fool and exempted watchmen from the strictures on not working. However bakers were not allowed to bake bread so they developed a special kind of wheaten bun which was prepared the day before and could be warmed up at home on the day (after church, of course) and these ’Varme Hveder’ are still made today. To further continue the tradition, those in non-essential occupations still take a day off work and instead show up punctually, well-rested and sober in the many places of worship scattered across the land (Now known as ’Garden Centres’).

As for ’Other Worldly Vanities’, The King did not choose to go into details about what those might be, but I’ve a feeling I know what he was getting at and I must confess that we slipped up there. We didn’t go to church on the Friday morning, being neither fully sober or punctual and having chosen to go to the summerhouse the night before (minus kids. Hooray!). But in keeping with the religious mood of the day, Heather showed me the sort of position that a missionary might use and invited me to help myself. Then, when temporarily sated, I encouraged her to kneel on the bed facing me with her arms draped around my neck and reached down between her swollen distended labia to caress her to an orgasm that had her almost collapsing, hanging onto my neck as the tears ran down her cheeks. When her sobs had died away I helped her onto all fours and gave her a good hard fucking from behind until we both keeled over sideways and slept a little more in each other’s arms to the sound of birdsong, on a bed dappled by warm sunshine, filtered through the blossom-laden boughs outside the window.

For two not-especially-religious people we seem to spend an inordinate amount of time on our knees these days.

Not Necessarily A Weather Forecast

I'm looking forward to a HOT weekend, starting this evening. And not just because the forecasters have promised unbroken sunshine right through to Monday.

There's no work tomorrow (public holiday) and with the current glorious weather we are SOOOOO going to sleep at the summerhouse, starting tonight.

So if you don't hear from me for the next few days, do not despond. I'll be down by the beach, soaking up the sin sun.

And hopefully I'll have a HOT post to share when I get back

New Technology

This was sent to me by a friend in the UK. Co-incidentally I was able to enjoy it without the English subtitles, but they're there for those few who don't understand the Norwegian soundtrack or Danish subtitles. lol

Rather like the 'Name six famous Belgians' game, you would think it would be difficult to find two Norwegian comedians, but I rather liked this sketch.

By the way, why not try to name six famous Belgians? Here are my suggestions:

Eddy Merkx (Cyclist)
Jackie Ickx (F1 Racing Driver)
Audrey Hepburn (Film Actress)
Egide Walschaerts (Probably only famous in my narrow sphere of interest-Google him if you can be bothered)
Hercule Poirot (Fictional detective)
The Singing Nun. (A singing nun)

Sweat and sawdust

Not much time for a detailed description of our weekend. We’re in the middle of a busy time and I keep being disturbed by customers, dammit!

We have been running round like mad things since Thursday, when Son was playing with his band. They were taking part in a concert at his school with a cover of Black Sabbath’s ’Paranoid’.

Friday we were in our neighbouring town to see Daughter with her band take third place in the ’Battle of the Bands’ contest. Not bad considering they were beaten by the two bands that finished first and second last year and are well established on the local music scene. The prize is a gig at the local music festival next month, for which they will be paid, plus tickets to a rock festival in the summer.

I’ll see if I can get some of the video I shot uploaded onto YouTube.

Saturday, and the blue skies beckoned us down to the summerhouse. While up on the roof fixing the TV aerial I was so taken with the view that I went and got my camera.

Son was off doing his own thing somewhere or other but daughter was with us which rather cramped our style. The walls between our bedrooms are little better than glorified cardboard. When we tear the whole lot down and build a new one the guest/kids bedrooms will be at one end of the house and our suite will be at the other!!!

Sunday was even hotter. At one point in the afternoon Daughter was asleep and I was sitting out in the sun enjoying a beer when Heather came to me, stripped off her t-shirt and leaned in over me so I could slip the bra-straps from her shoulders and then reach round and unclip it and say a proper hello to ’The Girls’. I stood up beside her, ran a hand down inside the waistband of her jeans and licked her salty skin between her shoulder blades. It was then that I decided what I was going to do as soon as we had got Daughter back to school that evening.

Later, much later, we were home. We lay on the bed still glowing from our day in the sun. I had showered because I had been exerting myself felling trees and tidying the garden and I thought that woodchips in the hair were probably a buzzkill. Heather hadn’t showered and her skin was still salty to the tongue. All over.

She lay on her front. I lifted her legs and tasted my way down the top of her foot from ankle to toe then across the instep and up the inside of her leg and thigh, both sides, with long deliberate tongue strokes. Then, starting inside her thighs, tracing along the little angle between her bottom and her thigh. Then, starting deep between her buttocks and licking up her spine, spending an especially long time between those gorgeous shoulder blades before finishing in the nape of her neck..

I rolled off her and she half-turned towards me and shuffled down the bed so as to take one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking it and tonguing it before bending down further and running her tongue up and down the length of my cock, enfolding it in her lips and slowly letting it slide down her throat.

When she came up for air I pulled her up towards me and planted my lips on hers. I wanted to see if I could taste myself on her. Our tongues intertwined, our legs too. My arms behind her head crushed her face onto mine. Her arms around my head crushed my face to hers. At last we drew apart, slowly, longingly. I licked the tip of my finger to wet it and traced around her lips before slipping it in between them. She liked that. I added another finger, and then one more, stroking the top of her tongue and sliding back, keeping her just short of gagging and massaging the underside of her chin with my thumb. Holding her this way I could keep her head quite still while the rest of her body rolled and writhed. I laid her head gently on the pillow again, encouraged her legs to part and eased myself into her slowly but deeply, pushing against the foot of the bed for extra purchase. Then, with my cock thickly coated in her juices I knelt up by her head and she took me full length down her throat again. Once again I mounted her and this time pumped hard and repeatedly before pulling out and letting her lick her juices from me before gorging herself on me. We repeated this again and again, with each new fucking being more and more frenzied and bringing her closer to that single big orgasm that is her norm.

At last I knelt up beside her and again planted my lips firmly on hers. I wanted to share the taste of her. Reaching down into her soaking wet cleft was like an act of mercy, bringing her that long-awaited relief. She was still trembling when I plunged into her for one last round of hard fucking. She grasped the rail behind her head and arched her back and I battered into her until I feared she could take no more and then…my own release, one of thousands and yet still unique. I stayed propped up over her, unable to move, perspiration running down me and dripping onto her. She smiling up at me with her wicked little smile through half-closed eyes.

Heather has never been so very keen on giving oral and usually dislikes the taste of herself, but just recently she has been volunteering blowjobs both before and after fucking. The sex has always been good but she has been a whole lot more relaxed recently.

If things carry on like this I might even get to come in her mouth.

Previous pic-another great pub! The Falkland Arms at Great Tew, Oxfordshire.