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The Closest Shave

I have mentioned before that I am actually quite fond of pubic hair on a woman . There is something about slowly running my fingers through those soft, and increasingly damp, curls between a woman’s legs that can transport me back in time to when sex and exploration of the female body were new experiences for me. The woman I was with at the time this tale relates to was aware of, and more than happy to accommodate my preferences such as they were. She liked to keep her pubic hair in a neat, evenly trimmed triangle; not so long that it got out of control, but not so short that it lost its natural softness. I grew quite attached to the way it tickled my nose when I went down on her. One Saturday afternoon, out of the blue, she asked me if I would mind shaving her, as she would like to know what being smooth felt like. I agreed on the grounds that I would also find it interesting to see how differently she experienced things having her cunt smooth and bare. At first I trimmed her

New & Interesting

Having sex with a new partner, especially the first time, can be somewhat nerve-wracking. Even for people like me who don’t really have hang-ups or body-image issues, it’s still a bit daunting.  There’s the whole “Will she still fancy me when I get my clothes off?”, or “What if I do something she doesn’t like?”, or “How will I know if she does like something?” With an “experienced” partner, you have knowledge of their do’s and don’ts, you know what they like, you understand their desires, passions and wants (or, at least, you should do if you’ve been paying them any attention) and they also know a bit about you. Familiarity breeds the ability to just get on with getting down and enjoying each other’s bodies. With a new partner, however, there is a definite element of uncertainty. Will she want me to go down on her and will she enjoy it if I do? Will she want to go down on me and enjoy that too? How hard and how fast does she like it? What positions does she prefer? Is my cock big e

TMI Tuesday - Sex Is Life

Sex Is Life Is your sex life more fantasy or reality? I’ve written before about how, for me, sex is a highly sensory experience . For me, sex is very much in the here and now; being responsible for and responding to every sight, sound, scent, taste and touch. It is about taking pleasure from the act of giving pleasure. If you could hook-up with a past lover (with no repercussions or regret), who would it be and why? (No need to use real names just briefly describe the person and their relationship to you.) It would either have to be my first “proper” lover, simply because of the fact that everything was so new and exciting and fresh. We may not really have known what we were doing, but there was a heady exhilaration to discover and revel in new experiences. Alternatively it would be my most recent partner. With a lifetime of experiences, we both knew exactly what we enjoyed and found a very easy and extremely satisfying sexual compatibility. You can only indulge in one of the

Favourite Things

This week’s questions are a little bit difficult, largely because I don’t really tend to think of things, particularly when it comes to sex, in terms of something as absolute as being “my favourite”. I’m one of those people who has a fairly strong sense of knowing what I do and don’t like but, as I’m sure you are all sick of me saying, circumstance dictates what is “right” in the moment. So, taking the questions in reverse order, as that seems most appropriate to the way may brain is working today… Is there something you think you would enjoy but haven’t tried yet? Maybe I’m just being unimaginative, but the simple answer to this one is “no”. I’ve been sexually active for as near to 30 years as makes no difference and, in that time, I’ve probably tried most things I can think of that I thought I might like. If there’s something I haven’t done, then it’s probably because it didn’t appeal to me. Is there a favourite place for having sex? Again, probably unsurprisingly, the answer

Time To Play

So, this week the Food For Thought challenge is all about about time, seduction and prolonging pleasure. Here are my thoughts on the matter… Assuming you have no time constraints, what would your “ideal” experience be like? I don’t have a picture of what an “ideal” sex session would be like. A lot, as I tend to repeat myself, depends on who I’m with and the circumstances. A long, languid, lazy lie-in at the weekend has a totally different dynamic from a quiet evening free from distractions. Ideal, in either sense is simply the opportunity to do the things we want to do to each other and with each other, without having to keep one eye on the clock to ensure we aren’t disturbed or don’t have to be somewhere else. The real luxury is simply just having the time to use as we please, whether that be spending a couple of hours cuddling on the sofa, or working up a sweat with some energetic fucking, or anything in between these two opposites. It’s all about having the time to do whatever

TMI Tuesday - Take A Look At Me Now...

Take A Look At Me Now What was your biggest worry five years ago, do you still have that same worry or feel the same about it at this minute? I’m not really a worrier as such. My depression does tend to give me a negative perspective on things and that really hasn’t changed much over the past 30 years. It does mean that I tend to live day-by-day and I don’t generally concern myself with things over which I have no control. My only real worry is that I may lose my physical health since so much of what I do to control my mental health depends on this. Do you have a positive or negative body image? What factors contribute to your self body image? a. advertisements b. media and social media c. comments from others d. introspection and analysis of self I’m actually fairly indifferent in respect of body image . I am comfortable in my own skin and I don’t have any issues with letting people see it in its natural state. I’m less fond of some bits than I am of others, but on the whole, it

When Nothing Seems To Matter

I’m on a bit of a break; from Twitter at least, I still have some posts either queued or in draft on my blog to keep it ticking over for a while. Due to the inexplicable workings of my brain chemistry, things have taken a much darker turn recently. Nothing seems to matter very much at the moment, least of all me. Even the things that, generally, I am most passionate about, fail to register or, at most, elicit a “Meh” response. Every now and then, I write a post that is really just for me; it’s a way of trying to release the darkness and relieve the numbness of living day-to-day or, in some cases, hour-to-hour. This is one of those posts. The only person it is really intended for is me; so, if you have wasted a few moments of your life reading this only to discover there was no real point to my ramblings, I can only apologise. I am aware that this is simply another iteration of an all too familiar process; one that I have written about so many times before that if you are r

Black Holes & Revelations

Actually, the title is a bit of a misnomer; unless this is the first time you have ever encountered me, there will probably be nothing in this post that comes in any way close to being a revelation. I have however, once again, been down that all too familiar black hole a fair bit recently. The entries in this journal have, of late, tended to focus more on depression/mental health than I would probably have wanted (this post being no exception). It’s a familiarity that, perversely, feels comfortable in the way that it wraps you up and numbs you from the hurts of the outside world. The comfort is, of course, a lie. Depression gnaws unrelentingly at your soul under the anaesthesia of darkness. The “comfort” is, however, a seductive deception. And, so once again I find myself in that position where part of me wants to tear everything down, remove all trace of me (such as that is possible) from the online world and retreat into my aloneness, while another part of me resists, kn

What I Know Now

In a break with tradition, I’m actually going to attempt to answer this week’s questions as set; so here goes… What one part of your sex life today would most surprise the 18 year old you? Probably that I would ever actually have a sex-life (see the third answer below). Actually, I guess even the youngest version of the sexually active me would never have guessed how central the ideal of sensualism would be to my sexual persona, and the amount of pleasure I would derive from performing cunnilingus . What one thing might shock that younger you? I suspect this would be my exploration of D/s. Actually, 18 year old me wouldn’t even know such a thing existed. What porn I had encountered at that point had been reasonably graphic in terms of oral sex and penis in vagina sex, but was purely “vanilla” in nature.  Is there anything in the younger you’s sexual ambitions or fantasies you have not yet fulfilled? In fairness, I’ve never really been one for sexual fantasies as such. Howev

#StoryIn12 - May

So, for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been playing along with the #StoryIn12 flash fiction meme on twitter . For those of you who don’t know what it is,  Molly (aka @mollysdailykiss ) and Wriggly Kitty (aka @Wriggly_Kitty ) have created a daily flash fiction meme. Every day, a new prompt word is posted and the challenge is to write a “complete” story in exactly 12 words, that includes the prompt. Here are mine for May: Remark – It had been a throwaway remark, but it had many unforeseen consequences. Suitcase – His suitcase erupted, spilling a week’s dirty laundry on the airport floor. Irony – The greatest irony was that he hadn’t even wanted to be there. Unlike – Normally so stern and serious, this newfound levity was so unlike him. High – Perched atop the high tower, the panoramic view took his breath away. Core – The atomic core was unstable, it could collapse unexpectedly at any moment. Desert – The unrelenting oppressive heat of the desert sun took its inevita