thunderstorms

I have always liked the idea of standing in the open door, your body pressed in front of me, my cock hard against your cheeks while we watch the thunderstorm. Each lightening flash, each boom of thunder you push back against me, feeling me and your nipples harden in your light top. My cock trapped between your cheeks, only your silk panties keeping me from feeling your hot skin. My fingers creeping down to press into your lips, to feel the moisture collecting there, slippery and warm, so enticing, waiting for the next clap before pushing inside you. Holding you, you cannot escape. Take it, you want it don’t you. You are panting as my fingers stroke you. Your ass pushing harder against me. Such a beautiful ass, begging for attention. Your nipples wanting to be pinched and pulled and held up into the rain. As the rain pours down drenching us, your panties becoming transparent, your top clinging, my arms holding you in the rain. You have to let your self get wetter, hotter before I will release you, turn you, kiss you, suck your lips into me, leave your ass open to the rain, while I suck on those hard nipples, before moving down to lick that luschious wet scent from your body. Listen to the thunder, let it take you, let it stir you. Yes my dear. Now.

Mmmmm.  

thoughts for the moment

I was sitting here debating whether to have one of those delicious cookies with the magic ingredient or to slide down in my chair and  just sip on a nice red wine –perhaps a cahors- lovely stuff. My mind relaxed, my body at ease, and just allow myself to drift. To think of the people I have met the past year and which ones I hold close and which ones have slipped away or who have drifted off on their own paths – perhaps we will cross again perhaps not, but I will treasure those memories and the lasting closeness I have developed with a – I must admit- small group. People I can be open with, can share with, can laugh with, can hug and hold to me and have them do the same back.  

I find myself no longer terribly interested in posting on yafro – better to send pics to the person who wants them – my chat list has actually shrunk – not that it was that big to begin with –  some so far away I will never meet  and others closer – making real contact possible and ever so much more dangerous and yet so enticing.

I have so much more time now and curling season is in slo-mo  for some obscure reason- quite a change from a year ago. When I first started writing a blog I was so worried about what people would think – then I realized who cares what the lurkers think – most of the comments have been from some rather nice people – non- questioning, non- judgmental, and that is such a wonderful thing. The web can be so open and you delete what you don’t like.

Thank you my friends. Hugs and kisses.

Smiles.  

Thoughts of outdoors

With the weather finally improving and the lure of the great outdoors increasing, thoughts of sexual activities using this wonderful area, while your butt does not get frozen off, creep high on the wish list. Naked on a beach playing, or deep in the woods on a hike and finding a grassy opening, or perhaps stumbling on one of those famous picnic tables at midnight under a full moon, just seems to add that extra touch of spice to the adventure. There is just something about being naked outdoors which seems to be more exciting than just being naked walking around in the living room. Perhaps because there is a certain chance, however small, that you will get caught. Naughty, naughty.  

And a cookie snack would no doubt go over well as you pause and gaze up into the skies. Shooting stars are midnight you say,  eh?

Smiles.

Who's in control

It appears I was somewhat remiss in my last posting and neglected to discuss the option of having a male tied down on the bed, blindfolded and at your mercy. Once again there are many options available to you. You could suck on sensitive male nipples, play with  any available interesting parts, sit on a face and demand that the tongue be used properly. Push toys into available openings. And of course there are spanking and clamping options. A lot can be done in 24 hours. Force his cock into available openings as you wish. Teasing as you wish. The risk of having it turn on you applies though so be warned, turn about is fair play unless you are in absolute control.

So would you rather be the one tied and toyed with? Hmmm?  Or the one toying?

decisions

What would you do if you had someone tied up, spread eagled across the bed and blindfolded. Completely trusting. Yours to control for  say a whole day. Would you tease the nipples and make them erect, kiss and suck everywhere to excite. Nibble on that clit and lick that pussy just there waiting in front of you, wanting and needing attention?  Caress every part of the body, massage it and toy with it? Or spank it and drive your fingers in, 3 or 4 at a time, sucking orgasms from it and licking up the juices. Colouring the offered cheeks and leaving your mark. Or perhaps both, you do have time. Knowing what you do will provide inspiration for the 24 hours where you are not in control. Can you handle it. decide.

Smiles.

Anticipation

What is it about anticipation that makes things so much better when the event arrives? Your brain imagining what will happen, building it up, making it valued, keeping you on edge. No matter whether it be a vacation, (nude beach optional),   a sexual adventure (massage included) , a start of a new job even ( new butts to check out ) – I said new not nude – at least not the first day, there is that extra adrenal, the extra energy, the extra,  might a say, horniness about all of these things.

Take an anticipated sexual adventure, it’s been talked about, whispered about, dreamed about, keeping you hard or wet or both for days, never knowing if something unexpected will cause it not to happen, never sure if everything will work, the chemistry seems good, but, what if you get sick and can’t make it, leaving all frustrated. It gets closer and  closer, the odds get better it will happen, the first steps are taken, all is in place. The night before, you keep waking, imagining, no playing tonight. Morning arrives and it is time to set out. You want to race down the highway but know that is not good, it won’t save much time and you don’t want an accident. You meet, and your arms are around each other, mouths seeking, hands touching, breathing in, tasting, yes it is good, it is more than good, it’s awesome.

Careful or you will get a spanking.

Smiles all.

comfort

Isn’t it nice to have someone lying beside you, who likes your hands touching , who feels safe and comfortable, who laughs when you laugh, who watches silly movies and agrees they are silly, who likes you feeding her and then likes to feed you, who is willing to explore and be explored, who is not afraid of you, who trusts, who is trusted, likes being naked and know you like to have her naked, no fears of you thinking she might not be perfect, no pressures to do anything other than enjoy being together, knowing she knows you think that too.

patterns of control

I was thinking about patterns recently, no not tattoos or skin patterns or makeup. Although they do make for fascinating thoughts mind you. Actually it was more links which produce patterns and therefore allow you to draw conclusions which have a good chance of being accurate. The most recent pattern I picked up was rather an odd one. It involves people who are dominant in most of their life, it comes naturally and they control far more than many of them realize.

You see it in the obligation they feel to take control, to guide, to make things work right, to force others to think, to step in and do things, to feel frustrated when things are not going exactly the way they want. So they spend their life manipulating, controlling, fixing others and not paying as much attention as they should to their lives.

So, suddenly it comes time to look at that and many who fit the first description don’t like to do it. They may say they do and they may control much of it, but they often would like to give up control for a while at least, like taking a vacation, knowing they may well have to go back to work, but for a short while allowing someone else control, knowing that in fact because they choose to do that they remain dominant and actually in control.  

A true dominant never actually gives up control. Yet we hear stories or see articles of people in position of power who indulge in submissive activities, particularly of a sexual nature, since the press never has much interest in anything else. As Pierre Elliot Trudeau once said, “The nation has no business in the bedrooms of the people”.

Security in self reduces fear and insecurity leads so often to fear and transfer of fear to others. Let’s all learn to be secure in ourselves, and maybe just maybe the fear mongers will get the message. And just maybe, just maybe people will have more fun in their life.

Way to serious a post for this site.

Just might need a spanking.

Smiles.
  

Really?

Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover

You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you! Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter. You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you. You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover. Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives. Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours. No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

zones

I was thinking of those sensitive areas –so wanting and so ready to respond and so common in both guys and girls- at least once they let them be touched  and played with- the ones guys often think are not to be touched because they might be gay. The nape of the neck, just near the hair line so ready to have fingers or mouth- soft kisses, light strokes of fingers which send shivers through the body.  Or the palm of the hand, let your fingers glide ever so gently over a palm and see the reaction, or let the tip of your tongue trace the lines there. The neck around the ear, the tendon just there- a favorite for nibbles, for soft butterfly kisses, and stroking. The back of the knees, especially if the person is tied down- often ticklish but also stimulating.  Nipples of course, despite many males reticence, are extremely sensitive, and if they can get past their fears, every bit as arousing as on females. The cheeks of the ass, so smooth and so wanting- again once past male paranoia driven by bizarre western culture stereotyping. Women love to play with it and find it one of the things they look at first- doesn’t that tell you something.

The list keeps growing- and in the end is not every part of the body erogenous- we are sexual people and so anything can turn us on- what a nice thought –if we can let our mind  accept that.

Big smiles.