Just My Random Perverted Thoughts

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“Come on, let’s play in the dungeon.” AS was tugging at my arm pulling me towards the door of the dungeon.
MA took my other arm and they led me into Silk and Gloss’s dungeon. The dungeon is the spare bedroom, painted deep maroon it smells of sweat and leather. In the centre is an exquisite whipping bench.

The two girls dragged me over to the bench and secured my wrists and ankles to the frame, so that I was standing but spread.
“This kilt is handy.” AS undid the wrap around garment and removed it. “Ooh, no underwear, naughty!”
She ran her hands over my bum, soft cool hands. “Nice arse!”
“Spankable arse.” MA agreed.
“What shall we do to him then?” MA gently tugged on my erection.
“Tease him to distraction then whip his cute bum?” AS suggested.
Both girls giggled. MA slapped my bum with her hand. “Check out our toy collection, I think we have paddles and canes.
“Fancy being caned Fred?” AS asked. “Because I really want to put a 5 bar gate pattern on that cute arse of yours.”

“Warm his arse up with this.” SA handed MA a leather paddle. “I need to sort myself out.”
MA smacked my bum with the paddle, while alternating with gentle strokes of my erection, and scratching my back and chest with her fingernails. AS sat in the chair, her leather skirt pulled up and her hand down her knickers.
“Do you like watching Fred?” She inquired. “Do you like being teased?”
The paddle smacks were getting harder, and AS was getting closer to an orgasm.
“Make him spunk, I want to watch!” AS was very close to her orgasm. MA stroked my erection faster, there was no holding back.
The girls swapped places, MA watching from the chair, AS wielding the cane. Six slashes across my arse, five horizontally and one diagonally.
“Hurts more after you have come doesn’t it?” AS whispered in my ear.
“Release him and let him come over to me, I need him to attend to me.” MA pulled her dress up and sat with her legs splayed. “Come here and lick me off Fred.”

Back in the lounge we stood sipping drinks and mingling with the players.
“Dungeon OK?” Silk asked.
“Very nice thank you.” AS smiled. “Most fun I’ve had in ages.”
A cool hand felt up my kilt. “How’s your bum?” MA inquired.
“Sore, I think I’ll stay standing for a while.”

Chatting with Krisi recently via Twitter she revealed that she is getting a harness and a strap on; with the intention of fucking someone soon.

I asked her if she wanted to fuck a girl or a boy and she replied that she had no preference.
I suggested that I would be a willing boy fuckee if she would be a spankee for my Lexan cane.

Much to my surprise she went for this idea and agreed.

However this is a long way from a done deal. The minor geographical problems of me in England and her in the middle of the US, lack of a US visa for me and a passport for her, financial consideration, the UK grounded by volcanic ash; so this is not going to happen any time soon.

But it gets me thinking: one day I intend to visit the US and pass through all 50 states, so I might be in her neighbourhood.

So if you hear screams, squeals, sighs and swishing sounds from an RV parked up in the middle of nowhere, it may just be Kristi and me consummating the deal.

I am partial to some anal sex but this is not quite what I normally indulge in …

I open the door to the RV, MA stepped inside and I followed, patting her bum at the same time.
“Get naked then!”
I sat and watched as she started to take her clothes off.
“You just going to sit and perve at me undressing?”
“That’s the idea.”
She undressed and stood there expectantly.
“Fetch the flogger then.”
She picked up the suede flogger and handed it to me. I pushed her over to the bed and she sprawled out face down. She screwed her face up, eyes shut tight.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes! No! I don’t know! I don’t know what I have got myself into.”
I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You have got yourself into experiencing different ways of having sex.” I nibbled her ear. Then I bit her ear lobe very gently. “Nothing I am going to do will hurt any more than what I just did to your ear. You can always say stop at any time.”
She turned to look at me. I kissed her. Then I smacked her bum.
“It’s time for your flogging!”
She lay face down, the contours of her back and bum showed up in the soft light. I ran my hand lightly up and down, a soft caress and sometimes a scratch with my fingernails.
She lay sighing with the pleasure. “Mmmmnn, it’s nice.”
I picked up the flogger. I ran the tails down her back and over her bum. I flicked the flogger gently. She shuddered at the new sensation. Gentle stroke, sharp flick; repeated.
Then a smack on her bum. She jumped.
“Oh!”
I ran my hand gently over her bum, leaned over and nibbled her ear. “Nice?”
“Yes.”
My hand explored between her legs. She pushed against me. I pulled away as if to tease put pushed my hand back and ran my fingers into the wet of her sex.
“Ready for sex?” I whispered in her ear.
She turned and held me tightly.
“Yes, yes please.”

I went to visit my new lover MA again this evening. We had planned that I would stay for several hours, and that we would make love. As it turned out I was flooded with work and so could only stay for a short while. When I arrived she was wearing pyjamas, nothing underneath. I was in my business suit. We sat on her couch and talked. We kissed and cuddled.

After a while she sat across my lap, leg either side of me, facing toward me.
“I need more physical contact.” Was her reason.

The position did afford more contact, I could run my hands over her back, her bottom. Both inside and outside her pyjamas. I lifted the front of her top and felt her perky titties, tweeked her nipples, kissed her titties. All the while she pushed her crotch against mine. Rubbing and arousing.

“Are you wet?” I asked her.
“Yes.” she responded.

But we went no further, we just teased each other, teased to the point of wanting the release. But it never came.

I squeezed her nipples, squeezed until she squealed. Then I stopped.
“Was that good or bad?” I asked.
“Good.” She looked guilty.
“Just enough to hurt, but not too much?”
“Yes.” She kissed me on the mouth, her tongue pushed in deep into my mouth.
I rubbed her through her pyjamas, the fabric was wet. I tried to put my hand inside but she refused to let me.

“No, not that far today, we need more time.” She giggled. “You can wait.”

Then my cellphone rang and while I was talking to a client she kissed me and ran her hand over my crotch, squeezing my erection.

“I have to go, work calls.”
“See you Friday then.”

A kiss at the door, and it was over.

I was at MA’s house, we were getting physical and turned on so naturally bed looked like a good place to go.

But there was a problem; she has a single bed. A very small single bed at that.
“WTF? A single bed?” I was outraged. Well maybe not outraged but slightly disappointed.
“It’s a small bedroom, I am on my own and I needed the space so a single bed looked like a good option.” was her reasoning.

It was quite a reasonable answer, she had been on her own for ten years. Ten years with no sex, how did she cope? Wanking probably, however I digress.

So there we were, randy, wet, erect, frustrated, wanting a release, all that good stuff and nowhere really to consummate the passion.

In the end we took bed covers, blankets, cushions and pillows from the bed and spread them out on the living room floor, pushing the sofa out of the way to make room. One good thing about shagging on the floor is you can’t fall off. Not off the floor, you can fall off your partner.

Laying naked side by side on the floor we gently touched and kissed.

“I am a bit out of practice.” she confessed.

She could have fooled me, she soon made up for lost time. Taking the lead, she pushed me on my back and straddled me, riding my erection hard. Taking her pleasure as she rocked and thrust against me.

I played with her cute little tits, scratched her back and arse. There’s only so much one can take of this kind of stimulation before inevitably the senses get overloaded and explode into an orgasm.

It was very messy. But messy in a good way. I can’t remember the last time I shot so much.

We lay panting and enjoying the soft afterglow of a really good fuck.

“I suppose we should have used a condom really.” she said.
“Yes we should.”

That was a week ago.

Today we went to the STI clinic to get tested. They did the blood tests, swabbed intimate places, gave us some condoms and dental dams. The lecture on safe sex was not too bad. We looked a bit sheepish. Kids do this sort of thing and not take precautions, not 50 year olds.

We giggled like teenagers as we left the clinic.

On the way home we went past the furniture store and we ordered a double pine bed base with a memory foam mattress. You’ve got to be comfortable in bed.

I know, I am getting through partners at an alarming rate. However a new lady has come into my life, and for reasons I can’t explain I’m calling her MA.

She is vanilla, but she is also a nudist; I met her at the nudist club, so any one who gets naked in public is not in the strictest sense vanilla.

But I digress.

We hung out a few times, had a day out together in London where we visited the Apple store and bought some nice geeky tech kit. We also had a day out shopping in the local town.

But events got intense and we have shared a bed a couple of times. So do you guys wanna know all the sordid sexual details? OK I’ll write some smutty stuff and post it here soon.

Sex is dependant on lube, either natural or artificial.
Having reached 50+ years one has to realise that the those body parts don’t function quite as they did a few decades back.
Menopause plays havoc with the lube glands in a woman’s vagina.

So to facilitate comfortable sex we started to investigate alternatives to KY Jel.
A bit of web investigation brought us to coconut oil.
It’s perfect for perverts!

• Coconut is a solid at room temperature, so if you knock the tub over during sex it does not make a mess.
• Coconut tastes nice, assuming you like coconut.
• Coconut smells nice. See above.
• Coconut melts under body heat and become silky smooth.
• Coconut makes a good massage oil.
• Coconut makes a good genital lubricant. This is where we started, right?
• Coconut stores at room temperature in it’s tub, in the bedroom or the kitchen.
• And you can put it on toast for a light snack when you’ve finished shagging!

We bought ours from these nice people: coconutoil.co.uk

Click the picture for different type of coconuts!

There is an interesting article from the New York Mag about circumcision.

You can read my earlier discussion on circumcision here.

As you may gather I am totally against mutilating little boys in the name of religion or some pseudo-scientific medical reason.

I would like to see research done in North America and Europe on men of all races to get some scientific data on the relationship between circumcision and STD. The African research only relates to negro men in Africa, where other factors may come into play, general hygiene and heath in Africa is very different to USA or Europe.

Also see this account on Twitter: RestoringTally. There is a growing movement to stop the routine circumcision of infant boys.

TW leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. Her fingers twiddled with some of the hairs on my chest.
“What do you like?” she asked.
“All sorts of things.” I responded.
“In bed, what do you like?” She twisted her head to look at me. “What floats your boat?”
I hesitated, how do you tell someone you’re kinky?
She twiddled the hairs on my chest, then tuggged them.
“Yow! That hurt.”
“Do you like that? I think you do.”
I had a funny feeling, suddenly I felt that I had been set up. A bit like deja vu.
“Do you, what else do you know?”
“Lots of things, I have been chasing after you for a while and you compleatly ignored me. I had to assault you in the shower to get you to even look at me.”
“That was nice.”
She sat up, banged her head on the RV’s roof and turned to face me.
“Look at me, who am I?”
“TW?”
“Yes but, WHO AM I? You don’t recognise me, don’t I remind you of someone?”
“I am not very good at this, sorry but no.”
“I was told you were a bit useless like this, fix a camper’s electics in a trice, but this sort of thing and you’re lost.”
“Sorry, it’s just the way I am, some girls like it.”
“I like it, I like it lots. I must remind you of someone, someone you know very well?”
I shook my head.
“Really you don’t know. She played cupid and told me all about you.”
“Who?”
“My sister, OO.”
“Your sister is OO. Have I been set up?”
“Totally, do you mind?”
She flashed that big smile and then I saw the likeness.
“She said that this really nice kinky boy was looking for a friend as he was all lonely on his own in the nudist club. Here I am to rescue you.”

My head was spinning, so much to take in. I lay there thinking: Well, that solves the problem of how to tell her I like kinky stuff.