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Eye Contact

Eye Contact by Kilted Wookie
Head back, eyes closed, he sighed a contented sigh as her lips slid down his length, taking his cock into the warm confines of her mouth. She knew what he liked, how he liked to be sucked; the pace, the pressure – she sucked his cock with a practised ease.
Content, for once, to be the passive partner, to let her take the lead, he allowed himself to relax, to enjoy the attentions of her mouth fully.
Her lips caressed, her tongue teased, her thumbs pressed the pressure points inside his thighs that heightened his sensations.
The pressure grew. She sucked a little harder, moved her mouth a little faster; his breathing deepened and became more rapid.
She could taste his approach, feel the tension mounting in his groin. His soft moans turned to gasps as he thought to maintain an element of control, prolonging his pleasure.
He opened his eyes and looked down. Their eyes met and she returned his gaze. As he sank into those icy blue pools he released, filling her …

#StoryIn12 - February

Every day,  the #StoryIn12 flash fiction meme on twitter challenges writers to write a “complete” story in exactly 12 words, that includes the prompt word for that day.
#StoryIn12 is the creation Molly (aka @mollysdailykiss) and  Wriggly Kitty (aka @Wriggly_Kitty)
Here are mine for this month: Coffee – It is the first cup of coffee that gets the day moving.Quietly – Sitting quietly on his own, he carefully considered what his options were.Prisoner – Depression held him prisoner within the darkest corners of his own mind.Airport – He seemed to spend far too much time in airport departure lounges.Story – He clicked delete and started a new chapter in his life’s story.Survive – I survive from day to day, taking each one as it comes.Today – Tomorrow is never guaranteed, so try and make the most of today.Rain – Tears fell like a bitter rain, dashed hopelessly on the earth below.Tears – A thousand tears could not wash away the pain that they felt.Unsavoury– He had a particularly unsavoury re…

Fast And Furious

Fast And Furious
by Kilted Wookie

With the front door barely closed behind her, Steve’s lips were on Sarah’s. Her suit jacket fell to the floor, her blouse undone, her bra pushed down and his thumbs were playing roughly with her nipples.
As Sarah hurriedly attempted to unbuckle Steve’s belt and unbutton and unzip his jeans, he slid a hand up under her skirt. “Good girl” he growled, discovering that, as per his earlier instruction, Sarah’s knickers have already been removed. Without warning, he thrust two fingers up inside her cunt. “You’re so fucking wet!” he half whispered, half growled, “You’re just gagging for my cock, aren’t you, you filthy little slut?” It wasn’t really a question, more of an observation as he drove his fingers deeper into her; his thumb, pressed against Sarah’s aching clit.
“Yes!” Sarah moaned, partly in answer to his enquiry, but more because his forceful finger-fucking breached the dam of her frustrated anticipation and unleashed her orgasm.
“Filthy, dirty slu…

Touchy-Feely

I have always been a highly tactile person. When it comes to fully enjoying sex, I always prefer to engage all of my senses, but primary amongst them is touch
How do you like to be touched? Confidently. I like a partner to explore my body with her fingers, lips and tongue. I like it when she is familiar with my body and the cycle of my arousal to know what bit of me to touch, when, and how to touch it to achieve the maximum effect. I enjoy deep, passionate kisses, and gentle flicks of her tongue on whatever part of my body she is focusing on. My cock enjoys being stroked with a light, but firm pressure, but the tip a fingernail dragged lightly along its underside will also drive me crazy.
How do you like to touch yourself? I have described that in this post. Sadly, however, for reasons I have gone into before, I  generally don’t touch myself at all.
Which parts/areas of you body do you most enjoy touching or having touched? Once I’m aroused, my entire body tends to become one overwhelmin…

Orgasms

I have, to all intents and purposes, given up masturbating. For reasons that I have gone into before, I can’t actually remember the last time I was responsible for my own climax. The result being that attempting to masturbate probably causes more frustration than it relieves and it is simply more effort than the result (assuming there is one) is worth.
As such, it’s probably safe to say that, certainly in the last few years my favourite/easiest way is actually the only way and that is to achieve one with the assistance of a partner. In addition to when we fuck, the partner in question can use her mouth or hand to bring me to climax.
I don’t really have a preference as to how it is achieved. The simple truth is that sex happens so infrequently that I am simply enjoying the fact that it is actually happening and not really concerning myself with what we are doing or what she is doing to me.  For me, sex is simply to be enjoyed and not analysed.
In terms of who comes first, I generally t…

The Suffocating Darkness

Experience of depressive episodes teaches you to expect the unexpected. It doesn’t matter how many times the cycle repeats itself, you have no way of knowing how far and how hard you will fall until you reach the bottom. Yesterday was bad, today was worse, tomorrow is still unknown. Given that I am nowhere near the worst I have ever been (I simply wouldn’t be capable of writing this if I were anywhere close to those depths), the knowledge of how much further I could potentially fall, however unlikely the chances of that are, always adds an extra element of apprehension to a situation that is already scary enough.
I am consumed be a deep, weary lassitude. My ability to concentrate on anything at more than a superficial surface level is severely compromised. Sleep, such that I manage to have, does not refresh but actually seems to further sap my reserves of strength and energy. Regular breathing does not appear to fill my lungs; enforced deep breathing just reinforces my inability to f…

Silently Screaming

This is one of those posts that probably won’t be read by many people. My main twitter account is currently off and my secondary account isn’t connected to my blog in any way, so in terms of promotion, if you don’t follow my blog via wordpress reader, the chances are, you’ll never know.  Truth be told, even if you do find it, there probably will be nothing in it to hold anyone’s interest.
My mood, as it is wont to do, has plummeted. Concentration is increasingly difficult. Human interaction is being avoided both consciously and unconsciously. I am at that point where I simply cannot be bothered; I am existing more than I am living. I am cast adrift in a sea of futility.
At it’s worst, for me, depression transcends mere mental health; it permeates deep into my very marrow while shrouding my soul in a blanket of darkness . I am worn down, emotionally exhausted. The energy expended simply being awake, tires me to the point where I crave the oblivion of sleep; except that sleep itself is …

TMI Tuesday: February 5 2019 - Oohs & Aahs

Oohs & AahsDo you express your sexual pleasure with moans, groans, sighs, and other noises (provided that you are actually turned on)?Yes, each time I have sex (90-100% of the time).Yes, on most occasions (70-89% of the time).Yes, on some occasions (40-69% of the time).Yes, on a few occasions (less than 40% of the time).No. Never, not even when I am really turned on. I am definitely in the a. camp. I tend to vocalise a lot during sex, reacting to my partner’s attentions with moans, groans and sighs. It is entirely involuntary.
How comfortable are you with sex in bright light or daylight? Pick one.Completely comfortableFairly comfortableSomewhat comfortable/uncomfortable, depends on the partner.Completely uncomfortable. I like to do it in the dark. I am completely comfortably in bright light/daylight. I am equally comfortable in darkness. I do like to see the effects that my actions and attentions are having on my partner, and I especially love seeing the facial expressions they mak…