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Collaboration /kuh-lab-uh–rey-shuh n/
noun the act of working with another or others on a joint projectsomething created by working jointly with another or others If you think about it in a particular way, sex is a highly evolved form of collaboration; the partners involved combining their efforts to create a wonderful and (hopefully) mutually satisfying experience. It is the embodiment of the concept of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.

Whether it is experimenting with a new partner – exploring their body, finding out their particular tastes, desires; or with a long-term partner whose body, whose turn-ons, whose most intimate needs are so comfortably familiar they need not be spoken, sex is a shared experience where each action has its reaction that builds upon and reinforces what has come before, heightening arousal and building passion. The shared closeness builds from a simple beginning, through a chain reaction of increasing arousal and passion, leading to a clim…

What is sexy time to you?
Essentially, “sexy time” is basically any time I’m engaging in any form of sexual activity with another person. They don’t have to be physically present; we could be sexting or calling each other, but it has to involve the arousal of both me and another person. Solo sessions, on the very rare occasions they happen, are “me time”.
Who’s sexier–women or men?
This is one of those questions that falls very firmly into the “eye of the beholder” category. For me it is a simple answer: women; I don’t find men sexy at all. That’s not to say that I can’t recognise male attractiveness, but my own gender does not interest me sexually in any way. The female body, on the other hand, is, in my opinion, nature’s finest work.
How did you learn to masturbate, and how old were you when you first succeeded?
So long ago (we’re talking early 1980s) I truly can’t remember. I was probably around 12/13. Not sure there was much learning involved. My penis, like that of most adolescent mal…

In her introduction, Molly admits to the fact that she isn’t sure if being a thalassophile is a kink/fetish. I’m not sure either, but the sea has always ben a source of wonder for me.

It hasn’t always been a source of tranquility. Growing up around coastal/fishing communities taught me a deep respect of how harsh and unforgivingly indifferent the sea can be to us mere mortals; sometimes exacting the harshest toll in payment from those who would seek to exploit it.
And yet, despite that, being near the sea can provide an sense of peace.

I have mentioned before, my love of a particular beach at Arillas on the northwest of the Greek island of Corfu. Part of its appeal is that it is “clothing optional”; I have made no secret of the fact that, where custom dictates, I dispense with clothing outdoors. For the most part, being naked outdoors is not overtly sexual, or about sex, although I will admit that I have, in fact, had sex on the very beach I am now referring to. That, however, is not …

No, I’m not talking about a particularly unreliable form of birth control, but sharing an experience from a couple of years ago.
It was a pleasantly hot Saturday afternoon in late August/Early September. A “friend” and I were enjoying some late afternoon sunshine and were taking a walk along the shore not too far from where we both live. There was a certain amount of “tomfoolery” going on as we walked, but as we were pretty exposed and on a well used path, we weren’t getting up to anything particularly outrageous.  That was, of course, until we came to the bird-watching hide.
The hide was empty. Looking around, there was no one visible in any direction. The opportunity was too good to let slide.
Moments later, we were inside and I had my fingers in her cunt as she sucked on my cock. Every now and then, we would pause briefly to listen to see if we could hear if anyone  might be approaching. Satisfied that we weren’t about to be disturbed, we would continue.
Things progressed, as thing…

You can only keep 3 things: (pick and explain your choices)Coffee ✓JewellryBooks ✓ChocolateWine or BeerNetflixTacos ✓ Being pedantic and literally minded, I would need to have something to eat and drink, so for that I choose coffer (because I am addicted to it and simply cannot function with out it) and tacos (not because I like them, but I wouldn’t last very long on just chocolate). For my third pick, I’d go with books (I don’t wear jewellery, I’m not a great TV watcher, but I would definitely need something to occupy my mind and I enjoy reading).
If your job gave you a surprise 3-day paid break, what would you do with those three days?
Boring, I know, but I would probably just treat myself to the luxury of being able to just switch off and do as little as I felt like doing. I suspect at least one day would involve me just being vegged out on the sofa/in bed.
Have you ever had a threesome? What was the configuration?
Yes. It was a couple (MF) and me. The woman was being “spit-roasted”, h…

Maybe it’s the fact that, for once, we’ve actually had something that you could call a summer here in Scotland this year, but there is something particularly arousing about the warmth of summer sunshine; feeling its heat sink into you as you languish beneath it.
I’ve long been a fan of fucking alfresco for any number of reasons. Firstly, it just feels good; I enjoy being naked outdoor, I enjoy having sex, so putting the two together is always a win. Then, of course, there’s the added risk element; the possibility of being observedin flagrante delicto which adds an extra fillip of excitement to proceedings.
On especially hot days, there is something extra. The warmth of the sun combines with the heat generated when two bodies join. Even when the possibility of being caught still exists, there is something about the temperature that makes you slow things down, to savour the feelings and each other. If privacy allows, you can lavish in it; enjoying the lassitude as you take it in turns t…