Tag: Darren

the ones who get back in touch after a long hiatus

I got an extra long message from Lars but … since the break over the summer we’ve only met a couple of times.  I seem to have lost interest in having kinky sex.  Perhaps I was never really into it – merely curious.  My sexual appetite has found its staple and seem fairly happy to stay on it.

And then there’s Darren who, after his last indelicate text about STI, I’m not keen on at all, as anyone might appreciate; he still insists on writing provocative invitations to meet.   I have not been tempted and am now setting my course steadily with the few people I don’t consider a threat to my independence, but who are at the same time thoughtful and interested in me, enough at least to go out occasionally with.

Post Easter shuffling – who remains in the inner circle

I have now struck Darren off my shag portfolio.  That is my only option after getting the following email from him this morning:

Hey Amy

Some disturbing news.
Hope you are good. Sorry for not being in touch but had a few personal issues. 
I have a bad feeling that I may have caught something when we were together and worse that I may have passed it to my wife. I may be overreacting but best to be safe than sure. After our time together I began to feel a bit of an itch in my penis and ignored it at first. It then continued so thought I best get some antibiotics from online thinking it could have been a thrush sort of thing.  This seems to have done job but my wife has had tonsillitis like symptoms for several weeks that are not going away. Looking online this ‘may be’ gonorrhea like symptoms. I am obviously very anxious in case this is the problem. 

As you are the only one I have been with for a long time (>year), do you think you might get your self tested asap for your own benefit and to let me know. If you have got something you want to get rid asap before it does any harm.

You can get a home test kit online.

Please let me know. I hope it is not the case.

My thoughts ran along the lines of – what a paranoid ass.  He had not had the decency to go and get confirmation but was quite content to try and cast blame for his own and his wife’s symptoms.  It was just as well that I’d already received the all clear from the STI clinic and I had the pleasure of letting him know that, as well as throwing in the added sting that he could not be certain of course whether his wife might have picked her own symptoms up from elsewhere and that they might both wish to go and get themselves tested to be sure.

Jan in the meantime is now someone I see as an old friend and we seem to have so much more fun out of bed that we inevitably end up too exhausted to do anything else other than sleep when we do share a bed.  Lars by comparison I only see purely for sex.  I worry that I am too vanilla by comparison but it could be that vanilla is what he enjoys with me after his extreme jaunts with Madame et filles.

Max and I continue testing our boundaries in bed and trying out new adventures outside.  In the middle of one romp his slaps continued up my body from my bottom and we both shocked ourselves by enjoying his slaps on my cheeks.  We talked about this later and agreed that it wasn’t something we were that keen on and it was something of the moment.  The refrain – where will it end – was raised once more – might we try pressure elsewhere in future, his hands on my throat, for example?

Goran meanwhile, has invited me to meet him at a hotel this week.  Whether we end up in bed and how satisfying that experience will be is something I’m sceptical about.

An ethical slut – a fantasy with Darren

Inspired by an encounter I recently had with my last lover, I decided to tell the story from his viewpoint –

Amy was lying naked apart from her stockings and boots on the bed in the hotel room. It was early afternoon, sunlight was streaming through the windows of the room, and we were alone together.  She leaned up and kissed me. A sensuous kiss, the kiss of a woman who had been on her own for far too long. It was the kiss of a woman looking for a physical connection.

She had, of course, initiated this rendezvous.  I had made contact a few weeks before on a dating website making clear that my intentions were purely dishonourable and we had exchanged brief messages as she had been out of the country then.  I didn’t know very much about her except that my directness had intrigued her, that she wanted to partake of this forbidden fruit.

There was not going to be much in the way of romance. Neither of us was looking for romance, or attachment. She did not want me to make love to her. She merely needed to be fucked. I was obviously not going to turn her down.

I looked down at her as she lay back against the pillows – a vision of wanton abandon, her olive skin in contrast with the crisp white linen, her dark hair falling across her face as her eyes followed my movements.

There was a tension in the air. I sensed her wariness and a tightness as though she was holding herself back. She was determined not to make another move – she was not the kind of woman who would show her hand, who would allow her need to control her – and I wondered if her control could be lost, whether she was as vulnerable as anyone else to lust and greed. I felt excited at the prospect of unlocking that desire in her, of making her helpless with lust, and something about her self-possession made me want to break her, made me want to have her all over me, to make her feel desperate for my touch, for her to become wet and overcome with yearning.

I kissed her again – tenderly, softly, my lips caressing hers, a long, slow, intimate kiss – I could already feel her pulse at the base of her neck quickening, and as my hands slipped down it to her shoulders, I could feel her own hands coming up my body, wrap round my neck and running through my hair, pulling me down towards her, kissing me back. My hands continued down her body, slowing around the curve of her breasts, causing her to arch up towards me, pushing her breasts up. I kissed the side of her neck, caressing the back of it and I felt her warmed and softened.

Her nipples were hard against me. I needed to taste them. I kissed further down her neck, biting her a little, and she gasped, arching up to me again, and I began to kiss my way down her body, lingering around her breasts, opening my lips and taking her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking her, my tongue flicking over and around her nipple.

My hand slipped down over her soft belly, finding no resistance as my fingertips traced over her dark and naturally abundant pubic hair, down between her thighs, and she gasped softly as my fingers brushed over her clit. Her thighs opened a little, as she lifted herself up to my touch, inviting me further. I kissed my way down her body, languorously, seductively, while she lay with her back on the soft pillows, beginning to surrender, arching up to each soft kiss, each flick of my tongue.

As my lips moved down across her belly, my hands continued stroking the inside of her thighs. She raised herself up slightly and looked down at me for a moment, her face a picture of lust, watching as my tongue traced over her belly and dipped between her thighs.  With a soft sigh, she lay back down again and opened her thighs wider.

It was an invitation which was impossible to resist. My tongue slipped down around her clit, circling it softly, moving further down to her slit, my tongue slipping between her wet, pouting lips, licking her, feeling her cunt part around the tip of my tongue as I lapped at her greedily.  I paused to look at her fully between her legs.

She was very wet.  Her pubic hair around her clit glistened darkly and I could see a mole on her left labia.

Sucking on her more greedily, I could feel her wetness on my face, smearing my lips across her cunt, letting my tongue drag slowly upwards, gently teasing the hood of her clit back with my fingertips, opening my lips and taking her clit onto my mouth, swirling my tongue around, possessing her. She gasped again, trembling a little as my tongue flicked slowly and sensuously around her clit.  I wanted to look at her again and let my fingers slip down to her cunt, stroking her with my thumb. She gasped again. “Please”, she whispered.

I pushed two fingers deep into her cunt, and she groaned deliciously at the sudden penetration, pushing herself onto my fingers, my thumb circling her clit a little faster, a little harder. She was shuddering now underneath me. I wanted to make her come and so  I lowered my head down to her cunt again and continued finger fucking her as I took her swollen clit greedily into my mouth, tongue licking the tip of the hard button of her clit. I wanted to feel her come all over my face. My cock was hard, and with my free hand I grasped my erection, masturbating as I stroked her, my fingers moving in the same rhythm as my tongue.

She was so close to her orgasm, her thighs wide open now, arching up to me, my fingers splashing harder and deeper into her dripping wet cunt – my tongue worked faster around her clit, flicking, sucking, licking her more urgently, my fingers thrusting deeper – she groaned again, trembling harder, pushing up to my lips, my tongue, gasping more urgently as her orgasm approached – I needed her to come, I wanted her to come – I sucked on her harder, faster, fucking her cunt hard with my fingers, hooking my fingertips inside her, rubbing inside her in the same rhythm as my tongue on her clit – she couldn’t take any more – she groaned urgently, frantically, her body arching up off the bed, her cunt squeezing around my fingers as she started to come, hard, frantic, pulsing and throbbing around my fingers, her juices streaming from her cunt as my tongue circled over and around her clit, gasping, groaning, screaming out my name as she came, all over me.

Amy’s thighs were still trembling, her body convulsing deliciously as her orgasm pulsated through her body, my fingers still deep inside her, soaked in her juices, my tongue greedily lapping at her clit, licking and swirling and sucking as she shook gorgeously on the bed. My other hand was still around my erection, stroking myself urgently as she came, needing her, wanting her badly now – so much lust for this woman, and I had yet to fuck her.  As she bucked and writhed on the bed, still convulsing from her orgasm, I couldn’t wait a moment longer – I needed to be inside her, I had to take her.

I slid up her naked body, between her wide open thighs, my fingers still deep in her cunt, my thumb stroking around her clit, kissing my way up her body, licking, sucking, until I reached her lips – and I kissed her, greedily, lustfully. Amy responded in kind, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her thighs wrapping around me, pulling my body against hers.

Mmm I love the taste of me on your lips  –  she breathed in, pausing her kisses and licked my lips and the tip of my nose – ah there’s me here and here.

Already the swollen head of my erect cock was sliding against her clit, my penis slipping and sliding against the dripping wet lips of her cunt, rubbing against her, my cock getting wet from her as we kissed more urgently. If Amy had initiated this rendezvous – if she had truly been in control as we began – that control was slipping from her rapidly – she was still getting aftershocks from her orgasm, and as I moved between her thighs, she splayed them wide open, rubbing herself against me, offering herself to me, surrendering to my lust eagerly.

The head of my cock slipped down, her lips parting easily around my pulsing cock, and I slid easily down her slit, pulling back for a brief moment, kissing her again and thrusting my cock, hard, deep into her cunt. She groaned with pleasure, the slick wetness surrounding my erection, coating my balls, and I gasped, thrusting my cock deeper inside her, fucking her more urgently, my lips greedy on hers as I pounded harder, deeper, taking her, fucking her.

She was coming almost from that first penetration – her orgasm had barely abated from earlier, still throbbing through her, and the sudden invasion of my cock into her cunt pushed her over the edge again, screaming with pleasure as I rammed my cock again and again inside her.

I knew I couldn’t last long with this first fuck – I’d needed this from the moment I saw her, dreamt about it over the last few days – but I knew I’d need her again, and again, and again – so damn it, I was going to be selfish with her this first time. I grabbed her wrists, lifting them roughly over her head, pinning them down on the bed, and she gasped, momentarily shocked by my roughness, but melting again as my lips found her neck, nibbling at it greedily, still pinning her down as my cock slammed harder and faster into her moist cunt.

She groaned again, wrapping her thighs around my back, pulling me deeper inside her – I couldn’t take much more – it felt so good, my mind dizzy with the sensations, my cock throbbing harder inside her as her cunt milked my cock, squeezing around me as I fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her – she began to convulse again, arching up to me, my lips greedily sucking her breasts, biting on a nipple – her cunt engulfed my cock, taking it deep, and she bucked frantically up to me, her orgasm suddenly surging through her body, gasping, groaning, convulsing around me, and as her juices poured over my swollen cock, streaming over my balls, I couldn’t take any more – I groaned her name, and began the ascent to my own orgasm, hard, my cock pulsing intensely as I felt the first spurt of come rising up, I pulled rather reluctantly out of her cunt, spurted a stream over her belly, followed by another, and another, as we came deliciously together, hard, urgently, frantically.

I was getting my breath back – my orgasm had been intense, almost draining, the urgency almost overwhelming, and as I collapsed back onto the bed, come still coating my cock, her wetness cooling on me, Amy was watching me – on her back, her thighs open wide, presenting herself to me, her belly glistening with my come, the evidence of my urgent lust.

She was still intensely aroused. I had pushed her further than she was accustomed to – I could tell that she was not used to being taken in such a manner, not used to surrendering herself, and it was clear from the look in her eyes that although her expectations had been met, there was a slight resentment at how easily she had betrayed herself.

She looked at me, almost studying me, calculating, judging, considering her next move. I tried to return her look, my gaze drifting across her soft, naked curves, lingering, wanting her again, but still breathless from my orgasm. As she watched me, her hand drifted down her soft belly, between her open thighs. Her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing, caressing. I watched her, entranced, my cock stirred again, very much enjoying the intimacy of what she was allowing me to see. She clearly loved to be watched.

And she was deliberately arousing me again, that much was certain. Resting was not an option. She wanted to be fucked again. Her fingers were stroking her clit deliberately, sometimes rubbing sensually, sometimes slipping her fingers deep inside her cunt, masturbating not for my pleasure, but for hers.

My hand slipped around my cock, and I began to stroke myself, masturbating in time with her, my cock warm, erect in my hand, wet from her, wet from her cunt. She watched me, her gaze insolently fixed on my growing erection, watching my fingers slide up and down my cock rhythmically, in time with her own hands. It was too much, that brazen look on her, as though daring me to abase myself, taunting me.  Despite that, I was once again erect.  It was too much and I shifted up a gear.  Looking around the bed I noticed a sleep mask and two towelling dressing robes.

“Turn around” I commanded.

Amy gasped at the change in my tone, but did not move, her fingers continued stroking her clit, defiantly rubbing a lot faster.  I pulled her roughly off the bed and down onto her knees in front of me on the floor. She gasped, trembling, her fingers pausing.

“Take the belt from the dressing robe here.”

Nervously, she responded, handing me the belt. She could see my cock at a 90 degree angle, so close to her face.  She leaned over and licked the tip with her tongue.  It felt delicious, my cock pulsing at her touch, but I resisted and leaned out of her reach.  Amy could feel the warm wetness between her legs, her aching cunt already drenched, wanting to touch herself there, yet fearful now of the response.

Unable to keep myself at a distance, I moved a little closer to Amy as she was knelt in front of me. My cock is hugely erect, so close to her lips again, visibly throbbing.  She parted her lips greedily, sliding her hand to my hard cock, steering the swollen head into her mouth almost a little too eagerly, sliding her lips over me, taking my hard penis deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling and lapping around my erection. I groaned with pleasure, my grip tightening in her hair, pushing her lips further down onto my cock, holding her there as I started to fuck her mouth, a little roughly, taking my own pleasure, looking down at her as she sucked and licked greedily.  Such a dirty little slut.

I pulled my cock from her mouth roughly, dragging her up onto her feet, hearing her whimper, needing more.

“Bend over the desk,” I said. She cleared a space on the desk in front of the window, bending over, presenting her bottom to me in clear view of anyone who might look up at the window from below outside. My hand slid between her thighs, my fingers slipped over her hot, wet cunt, stroking her greedily. “You’re dripping wet.”

“yes…” she gasped, trying to push herself back against me. I lifted up my hand rapidly, and brought it down firmly onto her ass, spanking her hard, and she gasped with pain and pleasure, groaning sensually.

I stood behind her now, my hand in her hair again, pushing her face down onto the desk roughly, holding her there.  Amy could feel me pressed against her now from behind, my erection hard between her buttocks, rubbing against her, not entering her yet.

I pulled away for a moment, spanking her again, hard.

“Give me your wrists,”  Amy leaned forward on the desk, letting it support her, passing her wrists back to me timidly.  Picking up the belt, I tugged her wrists tightly behind her back, tying them with the belt, a little too tightly – it must have hurt a little when she struggled, digging into her wrists.

I slid my cock against her ass again, still holding her down. Amy could feel my erection pulsing between the cheeks of her ass, so hot, so hard.  I took a handful of her hair, pulling her back towards me, her back arching deliciously as she pushed back against me, my hand sliding around her body, cupping a breast in my fingers, pinching one of her nipples, rubbing myself against her, using her.

Amy needed me inside her, needed to feel my cock deep inside her cunt, but her wrists were tied tightly behind her back, and it was almost impossible for her to move, bent roughly over the desk, my hand still in her hair, pulling her back harder, leaning over her. I dragged her back harder, my cock pressed hard against her ass, my free hand sliding underneath her.  I pushed her face down against the desk, holding her down, my cock slipping down from between her buttocks, throbbing and erect, sliding quickly between her open thighs from behind, rubbing the head of my swollen penis against her dripping wet cunt… getting it wet.. and then pushing… hard… all the way inside her with one long, deep thrust.

I thrust my erection deeper and harder inside her. I could feel her trying to grind back onto me, and I lifted up my hand again, slapping her bare ass. Amy groaned with pleasure, unable to help herself pushing further back onto me, her warm, wet cunt engulfing the full length of my penis, squeezing tight around me.  I spanked her again, harder this time, taking hold of her hips, ramming my cock into her, deep and hard. Amy squealed with pleasure and pain.

I started to move inside her now… I knew that was what she wanted… my cock fucking her… harder… faster… and she was so fucking wet… so tight around my thrusting cock… ramming deeper into her now… her cunt splashing around my cock… she was groaning, already so close to coming… crying out with each hard thrust of my cock, slamming into her… taking her… using her for my own pleasure…

I had instructed her not to move, but I could still feel her cunt tightening deliciously around my erect cock, squeezing around me, trying to take me deeper inside. I groaned with pleasure myself, and she squeezed around my cock again, her cunt pulsating around my erection, pushing herself back onto me, fucking me hard as I fucked her, driving my cock deep inside her, and she groaned lustfully, begging me to fill her, begging me to cum hard in her cunt, begging me to spurt all my cum deep inside her.

I could barely resist – I heard her gasp deliciously, feeling her squeeze tightly around my cock, and she started to tremble, pushing herself back onto me, groaning.  I gasped with pleasure, thrusting my pulsing cock deep and hard into her cunt, grabbing her hair, tugging her back… hard. I needed to cum too, but I held it back, feeling my penis throbbing hard, somehow managing to hold back my own orgasm…

I pulled my erection out of her cunt with a wet pop, and we both groaned, Amy still convulsing, her juices dribbling down from her cunt, begging me to fuck her again, begging me to fuck her hard. I valiantly ignored her, pushing her head back down on the desk, lifting up my hand, and spanking her – a hard, sharp slap on her ass, reminding her that she had been bad, that she needed to be punished. She groaned with pleasure and pain, needing to be filled, needing to be fucked.

I reached across the bed and picked up the sleep mask, my hand sliding through Amy’s hair again, taking a handful, dragging her head back roughly, hearing her gasp.  But first I leaned over and opened the sash window.  The sounds from the busy street below wafted up.  Clearly if we could hear the passersby below, it stood to reason that any sounds we made would now also be carried down.

Before Amy could move, I secured the mask on her, blindfolding her, pushing her back over the desk, her wrists still firmly tied behind her back, the belt pinching her wrists a little. She whimpered, and I knelt down behind her, sliding my hand between her thighs, instructing her to spread them wider. Feeling my fingers stroking her, sliding inside her wet cunt, she trembled and opened her thighs further, suddenly feeling another dressing robe cord wrapping around her ankle, strapping it tightly to the leg of the desk. She groaned, trembling again, so wet now, feeling me spreading her legs wide, I unlooped the belt from my jeans and used it to tie her other ankle to the other leg of the desk, then standing up behind her again, my hand slipped back between her open thighs , stroking her, thrusting my fingers deep into her cunt. Amy groaned softly with pleasure, trying to push back onto my fingers, but she was strapped up tight now, her ankles tied to the desk, her wrists strapped behind her back, the blindfold over her eyes, unable to see anything.

I looked down at her red bottom, it was burning hot to the touch from the spanking it had received moments ago.  I ran my fingers around it, squeezing the cheeks and then spread them apart.  There was the beautiful little dark flower which was the opening to her secret.  I spat onto my hands, lubricating my fingers as I gently caressed the rosebud puckering there.  She gasped again as I eased one finger in.

“Perhaps I should fuck you here?”

There was no reply from Amy and I repeated my question.

“Have you ever been fucked in there before?”  She nodded.

“And you liked it?  Enjoyed having a cock in there?” I continued.

“It wasn’t with anyone, I, um, I had a, um, a toy.  It was a very long time ago.”

“Oh you really are a naughty girl, aren’t you?  So would you like me to fuck you here?”  By this time I’d inserted two very wet fingers in her arse.  I looked at her, in front of me, tied to the desk, helpless and could feel the rising excitement in my erection.  I spat into my hands and pumped my cock, lubricating it with a mixture of her cunt juices and my spit.

“Mmm I think I shall,” with one swift movement I entered her arse with my cock.  I heard her gasp as I filled her suddenly; startled, she tried to strain away and then I felt her relax.  Stifling her cries, Amy, conscious of the pedestrians and traffic below emitted low moans of enjoyment.  She moved her head nearer to my left hand which was now on the desk for support and began sucking at my thumb which I slipped between her lips.  The sensation of her sucking and licking it somehow connected with my cock and we established a harmonious rhythm.  My right hand was now snaked under her body in her cunt, three fingers inside her this time, my palm pressed over her clit, hooking my fingers, rubbing inside her in tempo with my left thumb and cock as I filled and used this woman, fucking her three orifices at once.  If anyone had looked up they would have seen her bent over the desk, with me looming behind her and would not have failed to recognise by my movements what we were enjoying that afternoon.   I almost did not want it to end but it felt so good when I finally came inside her.

I was sure that I would see more of Amy in future and looked forward to another meeting.