Are you addicted to sex? So says the headline to a newspaper article yesterday.
I don’t’ often feel sorry for celebrities for a variety of reasons but I do feel a little concern and empathy for Tiger Woods right now. And whilst we are on the subject of sex addiction, I also feel a little sorry for another celebrity. As soon as sex addiction is mentioned, there is the ubiquitous referral to one Russell Brand. He’s probably not bothered by this. Such is his ego, he might even be quite proud of it. However, I think it is slightly lazy journalism – clichéd and contrived. Talking about sex, talking about an excessive desire for sex? Let’s roll out Russell.
Back to Tiger though. According to this article, he is currently residing at some sex clinic in the USA in a bid to save his marriage. Apparently, he will be there for six weeks for the pricey sum of £40K, where he will learn to control his sexual urges, identify ways of setting sexual boundaries and ultimately will culminate in a story-telling exercise with his wife, where he discloses everything and talks in explicit detail about the sexual acts that he has been engaged in with a range of nubile young women. (Whoops, there I go making assumptions. Maybe some of the women that he was fucking weren’t nubile young women at all. Maybe some of them might have been considerably older than Tiger).
How fucking humiliating!
How fucking contrived!
How unenlightened!
I’m sorry if I sound like a broken record but surely this article and the news items associated with Tiger’s indiscretions are wholly based on a societal conformity to sexual attitudes? Furthermore, such items are probably written as a reminder for the rest of us to conform too.
I don’t think I am even going to go into the arena of discussing sex addiction. As far as I can see, it is quite simple. If an addiction of any sort impacts on other important aspects of your life to the detriment of all of these, then one probably has a problem. But there is a huge difference between addiction and a genuine desire to actively pursue an area of life that can bring so much joy, equilibrium and purpose to your life. Obviously, there are people in the world who have problems with sex. There are people who are abusive, who consider inappropriate sex with minors, who literally want to fuck around with absolutely everything they see without considering the health consequences for themselves and others. In some ways, these people may be addicted to sex. They may need to consider their problem and do something about it.
However, these people are a world apart from people like Tiger who have realised that they like dangling their bits around for the mere enjoyment of quality sex.
I appreciate that I am over-simplifying this but it really strikes me as being a problem in itself. It has to come down to expectations and norms and, quite frankly, our unenlightened attitude to sex.
‘We’ think Tiger has a problem because he has been playing away from home and has been indulging in sex. ‘We’ don’t seem to be able to accept the fact that sex is a vital part of our lives and that expressing that desire simply happens from time to time and there really isn’t a damn thing that you can do about it other than to follow your instinct and fuck away to your heart’s content.
Obviously, all of this has to be tempered with commitments and concerns for other people but even this isn’t as simple as it sounds.
Like me, Tiger should consider the fact that he is in a committed relationship where papers have been signed and monogamy has been agreed. Like me, Tiger should consider or have considered the consequences of discovery. Like me, Tiger probably changed his attitude and beliefs around sex. Like me, Tiger may have just moved on a little in life and holds slightly different values to the ones that he held a decade ago.
It’s so bloody easy for people to point fingers and ridicule a man for being caught with his trousers down but nobody lives in other peoples’ relationships other than the two people involved and we cannot make assumptions based on some sort of societal expectation of sex and monogamy and desires and needs.
And even then it is not that simple.
There is an assumption that people only play away because there is something missing from their primary relationship. Often, this is probably the case but it doesn’t have to be so. I’m not completely convinced that my ‘indiscretions’ were ‘caused’ by problems with my relationship though retrospectively, they certainly could have been. I hope that when my lover fucks another woman, it doesn’t mean that he is unfulfilled by his relationship with me. Similarly, Tiger Woods may have been perfectly content with his wife but his instinctive drive kicked into gear when he feasted his eyes of someone that he simply felt a sexual attraction for.
This in itself is worth a stand alone essay for it strikes me that this is a classic example of where, as individuals within a societal agreed framework, we constantly play down and try to suppress the instinctual part of our brains.
Tiger used his instinct. He’s renowned for being able to do that. He instinctively picked up a stick as a youngster and banged a ball around with phenomenal accuracy towards a hole in the ground. His talent, commitment and ultimate success was borne from this instinct. He practiced, developed and moulded his ability based on this instinct.
It appears that what he has done with his sexual appetite is act instinctively. He ignored the intellectual thing to do. He drove away the worries of being caught out. He deterred his mind away from the logic and just got on with following his instinct.
Society doesn’t like that, does it?
Shouldn’t we all try and act a little more instinctively? Is this then to be categorised as an addiction?
Obviously, if we all moved completely to instinctual behaviour, then there would be potential disorganisation, fractures and anarchy but that is an extreme. There has to be a middle ground and sometimes it is not a comfortable thing to find because it is based on so many factors that are often in conflict with one another.
In a perfect existence, Tiger should be able to go to his wife, just as I should be able to go to my husband or my lover and simply say – “I need this”. I need to have sex with someone else. I would like to have sex with someone else. Furthermore, it isn’t just the sex that I want. I feel a bond, a tie, a love for another person. That’s life. That is how it is. It doesn’t necessarily mean that it has to have a negative impact on our relationship.
But this rarely happens. Even when you do have that honesty and openness with another person, it isn’t as simple as that because there is always a dark and a light side in everyone and everything.
My lover may choose to have sex with another person. Part of me really likes that idea. It really turns me on. I want him to be sexually fulfilled. As I stated previously, just because he may want to have sex with a person other than me, doesn’t mean that it should have a negative impact on our relationship. Just because he wants sex with another, it doesn’t have to mean that he is tired or bored with his sexual relationship with me. On the contrary, it could actually enhance our own sexual life.
However, there is also a part of me that doesn’t want him to because there is an inkling of fear that it could drive us apart or make significant changes to our relationship. If there was a complete guarantee that this wouldn’t happen, then I could be completely content. But there is no guarantee and nor should there be. Guarantees are meaningless if we consider that life is a continuum that should not be set in stone and allowed to stagnate. Everything is moveable including the most solid and committed relationships, and until we accept that as the truth, then we will be continually bombarded with the fear and destructiveness of our darker side.
Let’s just return to poor Tiger.
There he is, stuck in a clinic, unable to have any sex for the duration of his stay. According to Russell Brand, his reading material is scrutinised for sexual innuendos or connotations. All feasible sexual stimuli are removed, and short of chopping off his hands, he is actively discouraged from letting Lucy and Rita free on his dick. No masturbation allowed!
Treating this sexual addiction is, in my mind, slightly barking up the wrong tree.
I don’t think that Tiger is a sex addict just as I don’t think I am either.
He just likes sex. I just like sex.
I don’t feel a need to book into the nearest sex clinic to temper my desire. Quite frankly, I would be quite indignant if anyone suggested that this was what was required to save my marriage or control my desires. I don’t bloody well want my desires controlled by anyone other than myself. It is up to me to control or certainly temper my desires but it is also up to me, sometimes, to express my desires and do something about them. If I want to think about sex, if I want to have a wank, if I want to fuck my man, then that is what I should be able to do without been seen as some sort of sexual deviant.
As far as Tiger Woods is concerned, he doesn’t need to be treated for sexual addiction. Blimey, there are so many in society who are completely fucked by their inability to address their sexuality that we appear to have got this all topsy turvy once more. I would much rather see the establishment of Sex Clinics for the Frigid. We should be encouraging people to express themselves sexually not suppressing it.
Tiger has a wife, who in my humble opinion, looks pretty fuckable. He may love her and want to fuck her but he also has this strong instinct and opportunity, by the nature of being such an iconic figure, that means that he would like to fuck other people. The numbers of women that he had sex with is almost an irrelevance. He was just following his instinct. Does that really need treatment?
Okay, it might need for him to be honest and open but like me, that probably wasn’t a possibility because what Tiger and I have been doing is deemed to be immoral and plain wrong by others, which essentially negates the ability to be truthful.
If Tiger was being completely honest with himself, I don’t think he would see his sexual appetite as wrong. He is clearly booked into this clinic to try and save his marriage because he has reverted back to the expectations of a simplified, existence of monogamy. He’s also probably booked in to save his sport endorsement contracts. And why is this the case? Because we cannot accept sexuality in other people let alone ourselves. The man from Nike apparently has to say no because that is what we expect him to do.
As for me, well I continue to strive to be honest with myself at the very least.
Going back to the headline – am I addicted to sex? Well, sometimes I think that I probably am in so far that I now feel a need as well as a desire for sex but should that be classified as an addiction? One could argue that my need and desire for sex with a particular person does impact on other areas of my life but is that my fault? Is it my fault that I cannot be honest and open about these needs that consequently mean that I think about it more frequently out of frustration at not being able to do something about it? Is that addiction? I don’t think so. And as I said, it is actually up to me how I manage this.
Others might say that I have a problem, that my need and desire for sex is abnormally high, that my inability to be monogamous is something that I should deal with. I would simply say that such people were not very enlightened in either the realities of sex or life.
As for monogamy, well I must say once more that it is a hard one to cope with, to understand or even aspire to but I don’t necessarily feel that it is unachievable. There are many people who live both monogamous and sexually fulfilled lives. They are possibly the lucky ones. I just hope that they are honest with one another and that they enjoy real sexual enlightenment in their monogamy.
As for sex – well, if I am a sexual addict, then bring it on!
After a week of non-penetrative sex, I am certainly temporarily addicted to it. There was nothing that was going to stop me from having sex with my lover yesterday. Perhaps we are both addicted to sex, or maybe we are gloriously and proudly addicted to having sex with one another. If sexual addiction is this then I will happily sign up as an addict.
If sexual addiction means that I can lie in bed for four hours, with us both still wanting to fuck one another as we reluctantly leave the duvet behind, then that is the type of addiction that I want. If knowing one another and our bodies so well means that he knows the exact time I need his fingers to thrust towards my cervix and I know the perfect time to grab his cock, then I contentedly accept my addiction. If, after fucking for so long, there is still a desire to fuck all through the night, then I am indeed an addict.
Only I am not an addict. I am not a nymphomaniac and he is not a sexual deviant. We are just two people who have thankfully found one another and within that we have found a truly expressive and wonderful connection that enables us to enjoy our sexuality as frequently and in so many forms as possible. There are no boundaries and the exploration of one another and each other’s sexuality is completely open and frank. Our desire to look separately and together at porn is a positive thing. His desire to fuck another and be honest about it is absolutely right. Our shared fantasies or thoughts about sharing our sexuality with other people are perfectly normal.
Neither of us are addicts – we are just honest and it seems to me that Tiger Woods wouldn’t be in this situation if he, and we, could all just be a little more honest and, quite frankly, a little more educated about the positive aspects of sexuality.
Isn’t it about time that we did not run articles such as the one I read yesterday, asking questions about addiction to sex and instead consider the far more damaging issue of people being unable to talk, act and consider the sexual aspect of themselves? That would be a far more enlightened approach to life.
Saturday, 23 January 2010
Monday, 18 January 2010
Little White Lines
I was just into secondary school when the Tom Robinson band released the song “2-4-6-8 Motorway”. It was one of those anthem-like songs that you sang at the school disco. It was one of those penultimate blast outs before you all calmed down to “Three Times a Lady” or “Freebird”.
Of course, being naughty little teenagers, the words were changed and it was all a little risque.
“2-4-6-8 ain’t never too late” became “2-4-6-8 masturbate” and the “3-5-7-9 on a double white line” became “3-5-7-9 little white line” with everyone pointing to the girls’ genital area.
Ho, ho, ho. What humour in adolescent boys!
I can’t remember the rest of the changes to the song but it was along the lines of if you masturbate you will be caught out because you will leave a trail of white stuff in your panties; boy or girl.
Is this really where my concern about leaving a trace of myself on my knickers originated?
I’m not sure.
Move on a few years and I was at college having a conversation with my first flatmate.
My course started before anyone else’s other than this woman, so we were the first people to move into our corridor at the Halls of Residence. For a week or two, we had the place to ourselves and it wasn’t that long before we got talking about sex. My boyfriend at the time came round to spend a few nights a week with me, as did hers. That was how it was.
I remember her telling me how worried she was that her mother knew that she was having sex.
“I wash your knickers, you know” was what her mother had said to her.
I can remember being struck by this and wondered whether my mother too was inspecting my panties to ascertain whether I too was a virgin.
Is this where my concern about leaving a trace of myself on my knickers originated?
I’m still not sure.
Whatever the origin, I was always very conscious of my bodily fluids and the mess that they made on my panties. Without going into too much detail, I suffered enormously as a child with heavy menstruation that lasted an unnatural amount of time. For some years of my life, it seemed that I was permanently having periods, and often there would only be a week or ten days gap between them.
During my time off, I always wore a small pad in case there was an accident.
As time went on and I did lose my virginity, I was conscious that these pads could possibly mask other emissions from my pussy. I have always been rather moist down there, irrespective of the delightful provocation of horniness, and so it was that I became a frequent user of these damn awful things.
Twenty years or more, I kept the owners of Carefree and Always in business, ensuring that I bought the most scented ones possible to hide the smell of my being. Even through legitimate sex of marriage, I still didn’t want to have that smell around me. I didn’t want others to get a glimpse of that part of me. I also wanted to be comfortable myself, and I thought that having damp knickers all day was not a very good idea.
And then I woke up and it was all a horrible nightmare.
Why the hell am I writing about this? Well, the simple answer is that along my pathway to sexual enlightenment, I have had a much needed and much changed view of the produce from my pussy.
I have learned to not only tolerate it but actually revel in the excitement of the female body with all its unexplored and intricate happenings. Emitting fluids, whatever they might be, is perfectly natural. Having them linger on your panties at the end of the day, with a slight reminder that you may have had a sexual thought or too that fragrant them with something quite different than a spot of two of urine, is perfectly natural too.
Too often women hide their sexuality because that is a sort of expectation. It goes hand in hand with so many other things. Men masturbate and that is accepted almost expected as fact. Women masturbate and they are slightly odd or have nymphomaniac tendencies. Of course, I am talking in very general terms and I hope that we are still not at this stage, but there are more than pockets of thought along these lines.
Men have their cocks prominently showing in their trousers. The internalisation of female organs seems to have given people the opportunity to ignore them, shy away from their existence. You can’t do that with a man. It is there for all who choose to look in that direction. When a man is excited, you know about it. When a man is well-endowed, it’s as blatant as a big-chested woman, and people look. With women, their organs are hidden, and the fact that they emit these juices is also hidden. Let’s face facts; the panty liner industry would disappear immediately if women felt different about their bodies and the juices that come from their cunts.
I am writing this so that any younger readers will hopefully decide to liberate themselves from such products that carefully place themselves under the umbrella of “female hygiene”. By the very nature of advertising themselves as such, they are implying that this needs to be hidden from the world.
Don’t do it. Don’t fall for the notion that there is a product that can save you from the horror of being a woman. Do something different. Do the opposite. Look down at your panties after you take them off at the end of the evening. Look at what residue is there and be bloody grateful that you are a woman, that your body is working correctly and effectively, and if you feel that positive about it, go one step further and share this with your sexual partner.
Unless he is an unenlightened dimwit, he too will revel in the fact that you are a sexual being. He too will enjoy the fact that your pussy explodes at sexual thoughts, especially if these thoughts are connected to him.
Last week, I picked up a couple of panties from the floor where I had dropped them. One pair was deliberately used to soak up my juices. I had even worn them on consecutive days to ensure that they were moist and full of my essential fragrances. I intended to give these to my lover so that he could sniff me when I wasn’t with him. I love him being able to reach into his pocket and just inhale me whenever he wants.
The other pair of panties, to my shame, had been there for a little longer. They were a black pair, clearly worn when I was feeling extremely horny but unable to do anything about it. I suspect that I was wearing them during a conversation with my lover whilst I was travelling to work. He was getting me all horny, and as we talked about sex, as we considered our own sexual liberation, as he spunked into his hands as he wanked off, I got the benefit in my panties; a “little white line” of me, all turned on, all desperate to ignore the need to go to work and drive straight to his house where I could arouse his gorgeous cock once more.
I looked down at these panties and smiled as I picked them up. I knew once I saw the immense contrast between the material and the natural juices from my cunt, that these were not going to go into the wash. They were going straight in my bag to be taken over to my lover’s house.
They had mainly lost their aroma but sexuality comes in many forms and attacking each of the senses, allowing and enabling them to work together, increases the sexual being.
He could sniff the one pair whilst he could feast his eyes on the black ones, knowing that I was this sexual woman who now proudly shared such underwear with him.
If this sounds abnormal, then that is a shame. More people should share their underwear with their partners, especially if you cannot be with them all of the time.
More people should liberate their senses to the sexual stimulation that they desire and indeed need.
I have no qualms whatsoever about sharing my ‘soiled’ panties with my lover.
There we go again; the use of language subtly directs us to have certain beliefs. “Soiled” implies dirty. This is not so. This is not right. Do not use the term “soiled” for panties that are covered in pussy juices. It is absolutely the wrong phrase to use. Think of an alternative, and think quickly.
To that effect, I will start this paragraph again.
I have no qualms whatsoever about sharing my lubricated panties with my lover. I appreciate that I am fortunate enough to be in a relationship where there are no boundaries to sexual discussion and sexual intimacy. Not everyone has that but there are many that do.
I adore the fact that he wants my panties, as moistened and as visibly covered in me as possible.
I am massively turned on by him getting them out whenever possible to sniff them. I love to ‘prepare’ a pair or two for him so that he is never too long without the ability to smell my sexuality.
This is invigorating and liberating and I am almost ashamed at my reluctance to accept the fact that my body was working perfectly well for all those years when I was trying to hide it under the false lavender scent of panty liners.
Furthermore, I want his bodily fluids back.
I want him to take a pair of my panties and wear them right next to his skin all day. I want every juice on them, not just his spunk, though I want that too.
I want to be able to sit at my desk and take a pair of my panties to my face and smell the very essence of him. I want to see the “little white line” of sperm. I want to smell where his cock has been, where his lubricant has rubbed off as he drips that sweet, clear fluid onto my panties.
And soon after, I want to dash around to see him so that I can taste it all for real, just as he can dive into me and do the same.
Of course, being naughty little teenagers, the words were changed and it was all a little risque.
“2-4-6-8 ain’t never too late” became “2-4-6-8 masturbate” and the “3-5-7-9 on a double white line” became “3-5-7-9 little white line” with everyone pointing to the girls’ genital area.
Ho, ho, ho. What humour in adolescent boys!
I can’t remember the rest of the changes to the song but it was along the lines of if you masturbate you will be caught out because you will leave a trail of white stuff in your panties; boy or girl.
Is this really where my concern about leaving a trace of myself on my knickers originated?
I’m not sure.
Move on a few years and I was at college having a conversation with my first flatmate.
My course started before anyone else’s other than this woman, so we were the first people to move into our corridor at the Halls of Residence. For a week or two, we had the place to ourselves and it wasn’t that long before we got talking about sex. My boyfriend at the time came round to spend a few nights a week with me, as did hers. That was how it was.
I remember her telling me how worried she was that her mother knew that she was having sex.
“I wash your knickers, you know” was what her mother had said to her.
I can remember being struck by this and wondered whether my mother too was inspecting my panties to ascertain whether I too was a virgin.
Is this where my concern about leaving a trace of myself on my knickers originated?
I’m still not sure.
Whatever the origin, I was always very conscious of my bodily fluids and the mess that they made on my panties. Without going into too much detail, I suffered enormously as a child with heavy menstruation that lasted an unnatural amount of time. For some years of my life, it seemed that I was permanently having periods, and often there would only be a week or ten days gap between them.
During my time off, I always wore a small pad in case there was an accident.
As time went on and I did lose my virginity, I was conscious that these pads could possibly mask other emissions from my pussy. I have always been rather moist down there, irrespective of the delightful provocation of horniness, and so it was that I became a frequent user of these damn awful things.
Twenty years or more, I kept the owners of Carefree and Always in business, ensuring that I bought the most scented ones possible to hide the smell of my being. Even through legitimate sex of marriage, I still didn’t want to have that smell around me. I didn’t want others to get a glimpse of that part of me. I also wanted to be comfortable myself, and I thought that having damp knickers all day was not a very good idea.
And then I woke up and it was all a horrible nightmare.
Why the hell am I writing about this? Well, the simple answer is that along my pathway to sexual enlightenment, I have had a much needed and much changed view of the produce from my pussy.
I have learned to not only tolerate it but actually revel in the excitement of the female body with all its unexplored and intricate happenings. Emitting fluids, whatever they might be, is perfectly natural. Having them linger on your panties at the end of the day, with a slight reminder that you may have had a sexual thought or too that fragrant them with something quite different than a spot of two of urine, is perfectly natural too.
Too often women hide their sexuality because that is a sort of expectation. It goes hand in hand with so many other things. Men masturbate and that is accepted almost expected as fact. Women masturbate and they are slightly odd or have nymphomaniac tendencies. Of course, I am talking in very general terms and I hope that we are still not at this stage, but there are more than pockets of thought along these lines.
Men have their cocks prominently showing in their trousers. The internalisation of female organs seems to have given people the opportunity to ignore them, shy away from their existence. You can’t do that with a man. It is there for all who choose to look in that direction. When a man is excited, you know about it. When a man is well-endowed, it’s as blatant as a big-chested woman, and people look. With women, their organs are hidden, and the fact that they emit these juices is also hidden. Let’s face facts; the panty liner industry would disappear immediately if women felt different about their bodies and the juices that come from their cunts.
I am writing this so that any younger readers will hopefully decide to liberate themselves from such products that carefully place themselves under the umbrella of “female hygiene”. By the very nature of advertising themselves as such, they are implying that this needs to be hidden from the world.
Don’t do it. Don’t fall for the notion that there is a product that can save you from the horror of being a woman. Do something different. Do the opposite. Look down at your panties after you take them off at the end of the evening. Look at what residue is there and be bloody grateful that you are a woman, that your body is working correctly and effectively, and if you feel that positive about it, go one step further and share this with your sexual partner.
Unless he is an unenlightened dimwit, he too will revel in the fact that you are a sexual being. He too will enjoy the fact that your pussy explodes at sexual thoughts, especially if these thoughts are connected to him.
Last week, I picked up a couple of panties from the floor where I had dropped them. One pair was deliberately used to soak up my juices. I had even worn them on consecutive days to ensure that they were moist and full of my essential fragrances. I intended to give these to my lover so that he could sniff me when I wasn’t with him. I love him being able to reach into his pocket and just inhale me whenever he wants.
The other pair of panties, to my shame, had been there for a little longer. They were a black pair, clearly worn when I was feeling extremely horny but unable to do anything about it. I suspect that I was wearing them during a conversation with my lover whilst I was travelling to work. He was getting me all horny, and as we talked about sex, as we considered our own sexual liberation, as he spunked into his hands as he wanked off, I got the benefit in my panties; a “little white line” of me, all turned on, all desperate to ignore the need to go to work and drive straight to his house where I could arouse his gorgeous cock once more.
I looked down at these panties and smiled as I picked them up. I knew once I saw the immense contrast between the material and the natural juices from my cunt, that these were not going to go into the wash. They were going straight in my bag to be taken over to my lover’s house.
They had mainly lost their aroma but sexuality comes in many forms and attacking each of the senses, allowing and enabling them to work together, increases the sexual being.
He could sniff the one pair whilst he could feast his eyes on the black ones, knowing that I was this sexual woman who now proudly shared such underwear with him.
If this sounds abnormal, then that is a shame. More people should share their underwear with their partners, especially if you cannot be with them all of the time.
More people should liberate their senses to the sexual stimulation that they desire and indeed need.
I have no qualms whatsoever about sharing my ‘soiled’ panties with my lover.
There we go again; the use of language subtly directs us to have certain beliefs. “Soiled” implies dirty. This is not so. This is not right. Do not use the term “soiled” for panties that are covered in pussy juices. It is absolutely the wrong phrase to use. Think of an alternative, and think quickly.
To that effect, I will start this paragraph again.
I have no qualms whatsoever about sharing my lubricated panties with my lover. I appreciate that I am fortunate enough to be in a relationship where there are no boundaries to sexual discussion and sexual intimacy. Not everyone has that but there are many that do.
I adore the fact that he wants my panties, as moistened and as visibly covered in me as possible.
I am massively turned on by him getting them out whenever possible to sniff them. I love to ‘prepare’ a pair or two for him so that he is never too long without the ability to smell my sexuality.
This is invigorating and liberating and I am almost ashamed at my reluctance to accept the fact that my body was working perfectly well for all those years when I was trying to hide it under the false lavender scent of panty liners.
Furthermore, I want his bodily fluids back.
I want him to take a pair of my panties and wear them right next to his skin all day. I want every juice on them, not just his spunk, though I want that too.
I want to be able to sit at my desk and take a pair of my panties to my face and smell the very essence of him. I want to see the “little white line” of sperm. I want to smell where his cock has been, where his lubricant has rubbed off as he drips that sweet, clear fluid onto my panties.
And soon after, I want to dash around to see him so that I can taste it all for real, just as he can dive into me and do the same.
Thursday, 17 December 2009
Sharing and Caring
My man, my man friend, my lover, my buddy, my ‘whatever you so choose to call him’, is out on the town tonight. He is on a blind date, of sorts. He’s meeting a woman who happens to be staying in the city for a couple of nights. It’s not really a blind date because he has actually met her before, very briefly, when he was travelling. They exchanged email addresses and have been conversing over the internet ever since.
She’s witty, intellectual and attractive in every sense. They have developed a good rapport.
Subtle insinuations have also been exchanged. Less subtle conversations have taken place.
She has explained how she is a woman who considers sexual liberty to be a priority in her life. She has explained that she enjoys sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything, as far as emotional attachment but so much the better if it does. He, in turn, has explained his views on sex and sexuality, defining key points regarding sexual attachment and indeed sexual non-attachment.
They both agree that sex can be the most vital and life-enhancing thing when it is part of a strong, abiding and intimate relationship. But they also agree that sex does not have to be limited to such situations. Let’s face facts; it is actually very rare indeed to meet a person that ticks all the boxes or hits all the buttons as far as sexual, spiritual, emotional, physical, instinctual, intellectual attraction is concerned. Why should one limit one’s sexual experience in the often vain hope of finding such a connected person and being able to sustain such a relationship?
They both agree that if two attractive human beings are enjoying one another’s company, then what could be more natural than completing the evening with a fuck? Nothing more than the loveliness of human contact and a sharing and receiving of sexual wonderment! The sex can be incredibly stimulating. The throwing away of conformity in itself is sexually arousing.
You don’t actually need the emotional attachment to enjoy sex. Funnily enough, that is why the pornography industry thrives. I think that point has been proven.
Furthermore, they also both agree that sex can also take place just to satisfy a need in another person. Sex is a vital part of peoples’ lives and if someone has the foresight to actually acknowledge this, then irrespective of attraction, another sexual being should possibly do their duty and just go ahead and fuck the person who requests some action.
They haven’t actually discussed whether they will have sex tonight. They probably don’t need to. It is probably best to just go with the flow and see what happens rather than have the awkwardness of an expectation that they no longer feel a desire to oblige.
She is in a relationship. She has been in this relationship for about ten years. It is a strong and content relationship whereby she is totally committed to her partner. Yet she is a woman of sexual need and whilst she is travelling throughout Europe, she enjoys the company of men to take her out for a meal, or walk her round the streets of an unknown city and finally emptying their spunk into the carefully provided condoms that she carries with her in case her need requires one.
As for her partner, well, he doesn’t know about this. He is unaware of her dalliances with other men. He knows that she is a sexual being and he thinks that what he provides is sufficient to satisfy her on her travels.
But this woman is no hamster and sex is not something that you can store in a little pouch either side of your mouth, and just take out when the need arises. Oh, were it that simple!
My man is not in a relationship; not in the conventional sense. He is certainly not in an exclusive relationship by both choice and default. One could argue that he fucks a friend but it is actually a little more than that. In my opinion, it is considerably more than that. Fucking a friend sounds somewhat recreational, and whilst recreational sex plays a part in our relationship, it is not the most important part of our sexual togetherness.
This whole thing is utterly confusing, not in a dramatic way, not in a threatening way. It is just confused by so many aspects.
I feel like drawing a kind of mind map, split into halves, with all the positives and meanings and relationships and connotations on one side, and all the negatives and meanings and relationships and connotations on the other.
I want to make this abundantly clear. My writing about this is not to try and decipher any meaning or conclusion. My writing is not part of a prolonged angst that I have. It is merely a fascination in the swaying moods and the fluctuations of thoughts that I have on the subject.
The other day, my friend told me how about a year ago he had slept with another woman. When I say slept, I mean that they had slept in the same bed. He’d decided that he didn’t really want to fuck her, and she hadn’t wanted that either. However, when they woke in the morning, she just leant over towards him and kissed him. Whilst doing this, she allowed her hand to wander over his cock and rub some morning horniness into him. He reciprocated, not necessarily out of a desire or attraction to this woman but just because he instinctively felt that this was the right thing to do. He pushed his fingers inside her, reached towards her G-Spot that she had almost forgotten existed, and then she came.
Nothing else happened. He rubbed his cock against her pussy but he didn’t slide in. He kissed her gently whilst she was lying in post-climatic bliss, got up, showered and went on his way.
So, where is all of this leading to?
I honestly don’t know. I am not sure it is leading anywhere other than making observations about different people’s sexuality and portraying the different ways that people have ‘relationships’.
What feels right for one person may not feel right for another. What feels right for one person at a given time and situation, may feel totally wrong in a similar yet slightly different situation.
Sex, life, love, relationships – they would all be so much easier if there weren’t rules and regulations. In some ways, it would be easier if the conformity was non-conformity.
Sex, the act, should be as simple as any other instinctual need in life. It should be about two people coming together to enjoy the physical act of expressing their sexuality. That is all it is.
But is it really that simple? If sex is just a physical act that happens to feel rather delightful, then why are there so many hang ups associated with it? Why is it not as simple as kissing when you greet someone? Why is it not that simple?
I’m not actually sure that I have the answer because if you make sex that simplified, that matter of fact, does it not lose some of its power in its normality of function? Does it not lose a little magic or is the type of sex I am talking about purely that of a physical pleasure and the magic is totally in the physical reaction? And if it is, is that enough or is that just like masturbation really?
You see, however glibly (if that is an appropriate word to use) you look at sex, however liberated and shackle free you are about sex, you still cannot take away the fact that the sex that is the very essence of being is not simply a physical act. It cannot be because the physical aspect of sex is only one part of it. The emotional attachment, the reaching and grasping of the mind and spirit, the almost paralysing intensity of love-making – that is the pinnacle of sexuality, of life.
Do we really want to lose that? Could we lose it by being too casual about our own sexuality?
My friend and his female companion would argue that casual, recreational sex is totally different to what I am talking about, and they would be right. My friend and the travelling woman would say that giving someone a fuck because they really want it is perfectly sensible and a normal reaction to a needy person. You wouldn’t walk passed a stranger in pain so why would you allow a friend or acquaintance be sexually needy if you could do something about it?
The point is that people do confuse the different aspects of sex and that is where the problems arise. Sometimes the confusion or the muddying of waters takes place even if it was not intended.
What, for example, would happen if one of the parties involved in casual or recreational sex decided that this intimacy had a meaning that was not intended by the other party; that they took the passion and excitement of the moment to mean something else – believing that there was an emotional attachment too?
What if casual sex was accompanied by a growing fondness and togetherness that neither had intended to happen, yet clearly was present and there was nothing that could be done by denying the strength of feeling on both parts?
What may have started as a simple fuck had become something of significance.
What if there was a wonderful friendship that was ruined by the sexual intimacy?
What if? What if? Conundrums and confusions, scruples and secrecies!
Sex is NOT simple in any form.
The answer to the above questions is clearly that the “what if’s” are irrelevant, in some ways, because you should never concentrate on the ‘what if’s’ if the concentration on the future diminishes the here and now. ‘What if’ is rubbish and threatening and should really have no part in determining the instinct of the sexual moment.
But sometimes, however hard one tries to suppress it, the ‘what if’ is there.
Sex is an act. This act of sex can be part of a loving relationship or it can be part of a casual event. The two are very, very different.
My friend’s female companion can differentiate quite carefully between the two forms. So can my friend. So can I.
Most of the time.
Just because my lover decides to fuck another woman, does that take anything at all away from the intimacy that we share, the togetherness that we need, the consideration that we have for one another?
Just because this woman likes to have sex whilst she is travelling and working, does that take anything away from the intimacy of her partnership?
The obvious answer is no. It negates nothing. In some ways, it actually increases the intimacy especially when you can share one another’s sexuality. That is something that I am eternally grateful for.
I love his sexuality. I love that he is a sexual being who is expressive and upfront about his sexuality. I want him to enjoy his sexuality. But there is also a part of me that has suffered from so much conformity that it muddies my waters, my thoughts, however much I try and detach from these shackles. Sometimes, I cannot divorce these two separate sexual acts. Sometimes, I put all the sexuality together as one conglomerated block making huge assumptions that the sexuality that we share will be replicated with whoever he has sex with.
And then I look at such a sentence and think to myself, well what the hell is wrong with this being replicated, even if it did happen? Surely, if I have feelings for this man, I would actually hope that he did have that intimacy with another because it is the type of intimacy that should be experienced as often, as frequently as possible. And then the devil on the right shoulder turns around and says “But I want that to happen with just me!”
And quite frankly that is deeply selfish and self-indulgent, which rather goes against the liberty and freedom of sexuality itself.
I have to finish now but this is only the opening, the starting point to this discussion that I hope others will contribute.
Essentially, I hope my man has a wonderful time with this woman tonight. I hope he finds some sexual stimulation, some really satisfying sex and I hope that he will return from this evening able and willing to talk to me about all of this.
And as for others - well, the interpretation might be that neither of us can care that passionately for one another if we feel this ‘disregard’ for intimate sex. Can we really be passionate about one another if one has sex with another and the ‘partner’ is comfortable with that happening?
That is what some would say because conformity has made them think that way.
But they’d be missing the point………
More later.
She’s witty, intellectual and attractive in every sense. They have developed a good rapport.
Subtle insinuations have also been exchanged. Less subtle conversations have taken place.
She has explained how she is a woman who considers sexual liberty to be a priority in her life. She has explained that she enjoys sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything, as far as emotional attachment but so much the better if it does. He, in turn, has explained his views on sex and sexuality, defining key points regarding sexual attachment and indeed sexual non-attachment.
They both agree that sex can be the most vital and life-enhancing thing when it is part of a strong, abiding and intimate relationship. But they also agree that sex does not have to be limited to such situations. Let’s face facts; it is actually very rare indeed to meet a person that ticks all the boxes or hits all the buttons as far as sexual, spiritual, emotional, physical, instinctual, intellectual attraction is concerned. Why should one limit one’s sexual experience in the often vain hope of finding such a connected person and being able to sustain such a relationship?
They both agree that if two attractive human beings are enjoying one another’s company, then what could be more natural than completing the evening with a fuck? Nothing more than the loveliness of human contact and a sharing and receiving of sexual wonderment! The sex can be incredibly stimulating. The throwing away of conformity in itself is sexually arousing.
You don’t actually need the emotional attachment to enjoy sex. Funnily enough, that is why the pornography industry thrives. I think that point has been proven.
Furthermore, they also both agree that sex can also take place just to satisfy a need in another person. Sex is a vital part of peoples’ lives and if someone has the foresight to actually acknowledge this, then irrespective of attraction, another sexual being should possibly do their duty and just go ahead and fuck the person who requests some action.
They haven’t actually discussed whether they will have sex tonight. They probably don’t need to. It is probably best to just go with the flow and see what happens rather than have the awkwardness of an expectation that they no longer feel a desire to oblige.
She is in a relationship. She has been in this relationship for about ten years. It is a strong and content relationship whereby she is totally committed to her partner. Yet she is a woman of sexual need and whilst she is travelling throughout Europe, she enjoys the company of men to take her out for a meal, or walk her round the streets of an unknown city and finally emptying their spunk into the carefully provided condoms that she carries with her in case her need requires one.
As for her partner, well, he doesn’t know about this. He is unaware of her dalliances with other men. He knows that she is a sexual being and he thinks that what he provides is sufficient to satisfy her on her travels.
But this woman is no hamster and sex is not something that you can store in a little pouch either side of your mouth, and just take out when the need arises. Oh, were it that simple!
My man is not in a relationship; not in the conventional sense. He is certainly not in an exclusive relationship by both choice and default. One could argue that he fucks a friend but it is actually a little more than that. In my opinion, it is considerably more than that. Fucking a friend sounds somewhat recreational, and whilst recreational sex plays a part in our relationship, it is not the most important part of our sexual togetherness.
This whole thing is utterly confusing, not in a dramatic way, not in a threatening way. It is just confused by so many aspects.
I feel like drawing a kind of mind map, split into halves, with all the positives and meanings and relationships and connotations on one side, and all the negatives and meanings and relationships and connotations on the other.
I want to make this abundantly clear. My writing about this is not to try and decipher any meaning or conclusion. My writing is not part of a prolonged angst that I have. It is merely a fascination in the swaying moods and the fluctuations of thoughts that I have on the subject.
The other day, my friend told me how about a year ago he had slept with another woman. When I say slept, I mean that they had slept in the same bed. He’d decided that he didn’t really want to fuck her, and she hadn’t wanted that either. However, when they woke in the morning, she just leant over towards him and kissed him. Whilst doing this, she allowed her hand to wander over his cock and rub some morning horniness into him. He reciprocated, not necessarily out of a desire or attraction to this woman but just because he instinctively felt that this was the right thing to do. He pushed his fingers inside her, reached towards her G-Spot that she had almost forgotten existed, and then she came.
Nothing else happened. He rubbed his cock against her pussy but he didn’t slide in. He kissed her gently whilst she was lying in post-climatic bliss, got up, showered and went on his way.
So, where is all of this leading to?
I honestly don’t know. I am not sure it is leading anywhere other than making observations about different people’s sexuality and portraying the different ways that people have ‘relationships’.
What feels right for one person may not feel right for another. What feels right for one person at a given time and situation, may feel totally wrong in a similar yet slightly different situation.
Sex, life, love, relationships – they would all be so much easier if there weren’t rules and regulations. In some ways, it would be easier if the conformity was non-conformity.
Sex, the act, should be as simple as any other instinctual need in life. It should be about two people coming together to enjoy the physical act of expressing their sexuality. That is all it is.
But is it really that simple? If sex is just a physical act that happens to feel rather delightful, then why are there so many hang ups associated with it? Why is it not as simple as kissing when you greet someone? Why is it not that simple?
I’m not actually sure that I have the answer because if you make sex that simplified, that matter of fact, does it not lose some of its power in its normality of function? Does it not lose a little magic or is the type of sex I am talking about purely that of a physical pleasure and the magic is totally in the physical reaction? And if it is, is that enough or is that just like masturbation really?
You see, however glibly (if that is an appropriate word to use) you look at sex, however liberated and shackle free you are about sex, you still cannot take away the fact that the sex that is the very essence of being is not simply a physical act. It cannot be because the physical aspect of sex is only one part of it. The emotional attachment, the reaching and grasping of the mind and spirit, the almost paralysing intensity of love-making – that is the pinnacle of sexuality, of life.
Do we really want to lose that? Could we lose it by being too casual about our own sexuality?
My friend and his female companion would argue that casual, recreational sex is totally different to what I am talking about, and they would be right. My friend and the travelling woman would say that giving someone a fuck because they really want it is perfectly sensible and a normal reaction to a needy person. You wouldn’t walk passed a stranger in pain so why would you allow a friend or acquaintance be sexually needy if you could do something about it?
The point is that people do confuse the different aspects of sex and that is where the problems arise. Sometimes the confusion or the muddying of waters takes place even if it was not intended.
What, for example, would happen if one of the parties involved in casual or recreational sex decided that this intimacy had a meaning that was not intended by the other party; that they took the passion and excitement of the moment to mean something else – believing that there was an emotional attachment too?
What if casual sex was accompanied by a growing fondness and togetherness that neither had intended to happen, yet clearly was present and there was nothing that could be done by denying the strength of feeling on both parts?
What may have started as a simple fuck had become something of significance.
What if there was a wonderful friendship that was ruined by the sexual intimacy?
What if? What if? Conundrums and confusions, scruples and secrecies!
Sex is NOT simple in any form.
The answer to the above questions is clearly that the “what if’s” are irrelevant, in some ways, because you should never concentrate on the ‘what if’s’ if the concentration on the future diminishes the here and now. ‘What if’ is rubbish and threatening and should really have no part in determining the instinct of the sexual moment.
But sometimes, however hard one tries to suppress it, the ‘what if’ is there.
Sex is an act. This act of sex can be part of a loving relationship or it can be part of a casual event. The two are very, very different.
My friend’s female companion can differentiate quite carefully between the two forms. So can my friend. So can I.
Most of the time.
Just because my lover decides to fuck another woman, does that take anything at all away from the intimacy that we share, the togetherness that we need, the consideration that we have for one another?
Just because this woman likes to have sex whilst she is travelling and working, does that take anything away from the intimacy of her partnership?
The obvious answer is no. It negates nothing. In some ways, it actually increases the intimacy especially when you can share one another’s sexuality. That is something that I am eternally grateful for.
I love his sexuality. I love that he is a sexual being who is expressive and upfront about his sexuality. I want him to enjoy his sexuality. But there is also a part of me that has suffered from so much conformity that it muddies my waters, my thoughts, however much I try and detach from these shackles. Sometimes, I cannot divorce these two separate sexual acts. Sometimes, I put all the sexuality together as one conglomerated block making huge assumptions that the sexuality that we share will be replicated with whoever he has sex with.
And then I look at such a sentence and think to myself, well what the hell is wrong with this being replicated, even if it did happen? Surely, if I have feelings for this man, I would actually hope that he did have that intimacy with another because it is the type of intimacy that should be experienced as often, as frequently as possible. And then the devil on the right shoulder turns around and says “But I want that to happen with just me!”
And quite frankly that is deeply selfish and self-indulgent, which rather goes against the liberty and freedom of sexuality itself.
I have to finish now but this is only the opening, the starting point to this discussion that I hope others will contribute.
Essentially, I hope my man has a wonderful time with this woman tonight. I hope he finds some sexual stimulation, some really satisfying sex and I hope that he will return from this evening able and willing to talk to me about all of this.
And as for others - well, the interpretation might be that neither of us can care that passionately for one another if we feel this ‘disregard’ for intimate sex. Can we really be passionate about one another if one has sex with another and the ‘partner’ is comfortable with that happening?
That is what some would say because conformity has made them think that way.
But they’d be missing the point………
More later.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Partners in Crime: Part Three
“That was delicious!” said David as he polished off the remnants of food on his plate.
“Thank you” replied Jenny, smiling confidently at Jim, who responded to the cue and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.
The conversation between these four people had flowed as smoothly through the meal as it had done when the three of them walked up the mountain earlier in the day. Silence had ensued at the right times to appreciate the flavours that Jenny had put together.
Jim suggested that they all move through to the lounge to relax and savour the tastes lingering in their mouths, and gathering the bottle of wine on the table, they did as he had suggested.
Once more, a comfortable mixture of conversation and quietness arose. Subjects were discussed, varying from the state of the economy to the new organic food shop in the village.
Jenny told the others of her day in work, and Fiona showed everyone the photos that she had taken of her clamber up the mountain.
“So” said Jenny, “It must have been lovely for the two of you to have some quality time together.”
“Loosely translated as “Did you enjoy a glorious night of fucking and passion?”” David chuckled.
“Well, I wasn’t going to be that unsubtle!” she responded.
David laughed and said that indeed it had been wonderful to be able to have quality time and plenty of passion as well, thank you very much.
“Well, it is important to keep passion fresh in any relationship isn’t it?” said Jenny.
“I’m not sure that you can keep passion fresh in a contrived way” responded Fiona. “If passion needs to be worked on then it’s not very real. It should be instinctual. You should feel the passion instinctively that drives the physical and the emotional responses. I don’t know. Perhaps I am not explaining this very well”, she continued.
“No, I understand what you are saying” said Jenny. “There’s no point in trying to concoct passion. It’s either there or it isn’t but it is lovely to still have passion and still find different ways of expressing it.”
David agreed. He said that he felt very fortunate to be able to feel passion but passion itself came in various different shapes and sizes. Encouraged to explain further, and supported by the relaxation of consuming sufficient alcohol, he continued.
“I’m passionate about Fiona as a human being; for all that she is. I’m passionate about demonstrating my feelings through our sexual togetherness. I’m passionate about sex generally, and when I am with Fiona, that passion is realised in a different way.”
“How do you mean?” Jenny asked.
“Well, to put it bluntly” David said, “I have a passion for good sex. I like looking at sexy women. I like fucking sexy women. I enjoy my own sexuality and its response to sexy stimulation of all sorts. At this moment in time, my passion for sex is realised through my togetherness with Fiona and what we enjoy together. I suppose, what I am saying is there is a passion for sex that is separate to my passion for Fiona. What is wonderful is to realise and live both passions simultaneously.”
Jenny pondered this statement.
“Surely, the way to demonstrate your sexuality is inextricably linked with your passion for a person. Are you suggesting therefore, that you could still be passionate about sex with another person even though you are in a relationship with Fiona?”
“Of course” David responded. “I am passionate about sex. Just because I think of having sex with other people doesn’t diminish my feelings for Fiona. What I am saying is that it is particularly wonderful for me to be able to have the sort of passionate sex with Fiona that completely stimulates me. Passionate sex plus passion for a person is what I am particularly passionate about!”
Jenny looked slightly bewildered and turned her gaze to Jim, who was gently nodding in agreement.
“How do you feel about such a statement, Fiona?” she asked.
“I’m fine with the honesty of it” she said. “If one of the things that attracts me to David is his sexuality, then how can I deny it in other situations? If I adore his horniness, then I acknowledge that he is undoubtedly horny and excited when he is away from me. He is a sexual being irrespective of me. I’m just glad that he enjoys his sexuality with me in the way that we do, and that we can share a love of being sexual in a variety of ways. I think that the passion for sex is different from the passion for another person and when the two come together, then that is a wonderful, that is the most wonderful experience.”
“So what if he decided that he wanted to have sex with me, right now. How would you feel about that?”
“I’d be delighted” she answered, “I’d be doubly delighted if you felt that you could allow Jim and me to watch!”
Jim glared at her with a worried look on his face, as though she had taken this a step too far. A glimpse of this morning’s reality was returning, but she comforted him with an acknowledgement that she was going to explain further.
“I am just trying to explain that like David, I have a passion for sex. We are all sexual beings and the enjoyment of sex can come in different forms. The greatest sexuality for me is making love but that does not preclude other ways of being sexual. Enjoying other people’s sexuality is equally exciting and something that I am quite passionate about, and I think other people are too, if they are honest with themselves.”
Jenny contemplated once more. Silence filled the room but not in an awkward way.
“Well, Jim and I enjoy looking at porn together. Is that what you mean?” she said.
“Partly,” responded Fiona. “You enjoy watching other people having sex and that is part of your passion – a sexual passion. When you look at another person touching themselves and you get aroused, that is not taking away from your feelings for Jim. It is just accepting and appreciating sexuality. When you do it together, then that sexuality is somewhat intensified.”
“Mmmm; feeling a bit horny now, even discussing it!” responded Jenny with a giggle.
“We’re sexy people!” said David, and with that he pulled Fiona towards him with some force and kissed her with a very clear desire. He then slid her legs apart and traced his fingers up and down her thighs, dancing in anticipation.
“Do you two want to have sex now?” Jenny asked.
“Well, my cock’s pretty hard!” said David.
“Do it then!” said Jenny.
Jim looked at her in astonishment. She turned to him and smiled, moving her hand over his cock that was obviously as erect as David’s.
Fiona was delighted. Her clitoris was as erect as anything she could see and feel in front of her and she now wanted her man very badly. Was Jenny serious? Did she actually want to see the two of them fucking, just as Jim had done so this morning?
She looked down at David’s hand, resting restlessly on her thigh, and she pushed it further up towards her moist cunt.
David slid his fingers inside her panties, pressing the palm of his hand over her pubes whilst he kissed her passionately.
Fiona suddenly stood up in front of him. He looked at her, reached inside her skirt and pulled down her panties.
Once they were removed, he held them to his face and sniffed in her womanly smells, turning briefly to see how Jenny and Jim were dealing with this overt movement.
Jenny had already got Jim’s cock in her hand and was vigorously rubbing it whilst keeping an eye on the sexual progress of her friends.
David placed the discarded panties on the settee and unzipped his trousers. He pulled them away from him, leaving himself seated in his knickers. Fiona hitched up her skirt, pulled off her jumper and fed his cock into her luscious and lubricated pussy. She rode away with his hands clasped to her tits, looking behind her to see what was going on with Jim and Jenny.
Jenny smiled at her with one hand still on Jim’s cock and the other grasping her own cunt as though suppressing its rising need.
Fiona nodded her approval and then watched in delight as Jenny removed her panties and sat on Jim’s cock, replicating her own position.
These four people then happily continued with their own individual and collective passions.
Soon, all four were totally naked, all completely at one with one another in their combined sexuality, yet quite separate in so far that there was no breech of coupledom, in the strictest sense.
David lay Fiona down on the floor and slid himself inside her. Jenny followed suit, taking Jim down with her, riding him in a parallel position to the other couple.
It was sensational. It was explicit. It was divine to be watched and to watch. The room was filled with a myriad of passions and it all felt completely and utterly natural to be able to share one another’s love of life and love of sex.
This was a real experience. This was vivid and real and Fiona could barely believe it was happening.
“Thank you” replied Jenny, smiling confidently at Jim, who responded to the cue and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.
The conversation between these four people had flowed as smoothly through the meal as it had done when the three of them walked up the mountain earlier in the day. Silence had ensued at the right times to appreciate the flavours that Jenny had put together.
Jim suggested that they all move through to the lounge to relax and savour the tastes lingering in their mouths, and gathering the bottle of wine on the table, they did as he had suggested.
Once more, a comfortable mixture of conversation and quietness arose. Subjects were discussed, varying from the state of the economy to the new organic food shop in the village.
Jenny told the others of her day in work, and Fiona showed everyone the photos that she had taken of her clamber up the mountain.
“So” said Jenny, “It must have been lovely for the two of you to have some quality time together.”
“Loosely translated as “Did you enjoy a glorious night of fucking and passion?”” David chuckled.
“Well, I wasn’t going to be that unsubtle!” she responded.
David laughed and said that indeed it had been wonderful to be able to have quality time and plenty of passion as well, thank you very much.
“Well, it is important to keep passion fresh in any relationship isn’t it?” said Jenny.
“I’m not sure that you can keep passion fresh in a contrived way” responded Fiona. “If passion needs to be worked on then it’s not very real. It should be instinctual. You should feel the passion instinctively that drives the physical and the emotional responses. I don’t know. Perhaps I am not explaining this very well”, she continued.
“No, I understand what you are saying” said Jenny. “There’s no point in trying to concoct passion. It’s either there or it isn’t but it is lovely to still have passion and still find different ways of expressing it.”
David agreed. He said that he felt very fortunate to be able to feel passion but passion itself came in various different shapes and sizes. Encouraged to explain further, and supported by the relaxation of consuming sufficient alcohol, he continued.
“I’m passionate about Fiona as a human being; for all that she is. I’m passionate about demonstrating my feelings through our sexual togetherness. I’m passionate about sex generally, and when I am with Fiona, that passion is realised in a different way.”
“How do you mean?” Jenny asked.
“Well, to put it bluntly” David said, “I have a passion for good sex. I like looking at sexy women. I like fucking sexy women. I enjoy my own sexuality and its response to sexy stimulation of all sorts. At this moment in time, my passion for sex is realised through my togetherness with Fiona and what we enjoy together. I suppose, what I am saying is there is a passion for sex that is separate to my passion for Fiona. What is wonderful is to realise and live both passions simultaneously.”
Jenny pondered this statement.
“Surely, the way to demonstrate your sexuality is inextricably linked with your passion for a person. Are you suggesting therefore, that you could still be passionate about sex with another person even though you are in a relationship with Fiona?”
“Of course” David responded. “I am passionate about sex. Just because I think of having sex with other people doesn’t diminish my feelings for Fiona. What I am saying is that it is particularly wonderful for me to be able to have the sort of passionate sex with Fiona that completely stimulates me. Passionate sex plus passion for a person is what I am particularly passionate about!”
Jenny looked slightly bewildered and turned her gaze to Jim, who was gently nodding in agreement.
“How do you feel about such a statement, Fiona?” she asked.
“I’m fine with the honesty of it” she said. “If one of the things that attracts me to David is his sexuality, then how can I deny it in other situations? If I adore his horniness, then I acknowledge that he is undoubtedly horny and excited when he is away from me. He is a sexual being irrespective of me. I’m just glad that he enjoys his sexuality with me in the way that we do, and that we can share a love of being sexual in a variety of ways. I think that the passion for sex is different from the passion for another person and when the two come together, then that is a wonderful, that is the most wonderful experience.”
“So what if he decided that he wanted to have sex with me, right now. How would you feel about that?”
“I’d be delighted” she answered, “I’d be doubly delighted if you felt that you could allow Jim and me to watch!”
Jim glared at her with a worried look on his face, as though she had taken this a step too far. A glimpse of this morning’s reality was returning, but she comforted him with an acknowledgement that she was going to explain further.
“I am just trying to explain that like David, I have a passion for sex. We are all sexual beings and the enjoyment of sex can come in different forms. The greatest sexuality for me is making love but that does not preclude other ways of being sexual. Enjoying other people’s sexuality is equally exciting and something that I am quite passionate about, and I think other people are too, if they are honest with themselves.”
Jenny contemplated once more. Silence filled the room but not in an awkward way.
“Well, Jim and I enjoy looking at porn together. Is that what you mean?” she said.
“Partly,” responded Fiona. “You enjoy watching other people having sex and that is part of your passion – a sexual passion. When you look at another person touching themselves and you get aroused, that is not taking away from your feelings for Jim. It is just accepting and appreciating sexuality. When you do it together, then that sexuality is somewhat intensified.”
“Mmmm; feeling a bit horny now, even discussing it!” responded Jenny with a giggle.
“We’re sexy people!” said David, and with that he pulled Fiona towards him with some force and kissed her with a very clear desire. He then slid her legs apart and traced his fingers up and down her thighs, dancing in anticipation.
“Do you two want to have sex now?” Jenny asked.
“Well, my cock’s pretty hard!” said David.
“Do it then!” said Jenny.
Jim looked at her in astonishment. She turned to him and smiled, moving her hand over his cock that was obviously as erect as David’s.
Fiona was delighted. Her clitoris was as erect as anything she could see and feel in front of her and she now wanted her man very badly. Was Jenny serious? Did she actually want to see the two of them fucking, just as Jim had done so this morning?
She looked down at David’s hand, resting restlessly on her thigh, and she pushed it further up towards her moist cunt.
David slid his fingers inside her panties, pressing the palm of his hand over her pubes whilst he kissed her passionately.
Fiona suddenly stood up in front of him. He looked at her, reached inside her skirt and pulled down her panties.
Once they were removed, he held them to his face and sniffed in her womanly smells, turning briefly to see how Jenny and Jim were dealing with this overt movement.
Jenny had already got Jim’s cock in her hand and was vigorously rubbing it whilst keeping an eye on the sexual progress of her friends.
David placed the discarded panties on the settee and unzipped his trousers. He pulled them away from him, leaving himself seated in his knickers. Fiona hitched up her skirt, pulled off her jumper and fed his cock into her luscious and lubricated pussy. She rode away with his hands clasped to her tits, looking behind her to see what was going on with Jim and Jenny.
Jenny smiled at her with one hand still on Jim’s cock and the other grasping her own cunt as though suppressing its rising need.
Fiona nodded her approval and then watched in delight as Jenny removed her panties and sat on Jim’s cock, replicating her own position.
These four people then happily continued with their own individual and collective passions.
Soon, all four were totally naked, all completely at one with one another in their combined sexuality, yet quite separate in so far that there was no breech of coupledom, in the strictest sense.
David lay Fiona down on the floor and slid himself inside her. Jenny followed suit, taking Jim down with her, riding him in a parallel position to the other couple.
It was sensational. It was explicit. It was divine to be watched and to watch. The room was filled with a myriad of passions and it all felt completely and utterly natural to be able to share one another’s love of life and love of sex.
This was a real experience. This was vivid and real and Fiona could barely believe it was happening.
Sunday, 6 December 2009
Partners in Crime: Part Two
The Morning after the Morning Before
Jim
“Coffee’s cold” I said. “I’ll go and make another batch”
And with that I left them to it, full in the knowledge that he was going to climb back on top of her and have yet more sex. Or maybe not! Surely, even David had an end point when exhaustion finally won the war over insatiable desire.
I love looking at porn. I adore seeing women being fucked by a big cock. I get really turned on by seeing other people fucking enthusiastically and energetically. I love fucking enthusiastically and energetically.
I’ve had the most incredibly exciting sex with one, two, three women at a time, all playfully fighting for their turn with my dick. I’ve been kissed by one, caressed by another and jumped on by the third with each taking their turn to delight me with the intricacies of each of their pussies.
I’ve been in a bedroom when other people have hidden themselves under the covers and fucked one another senseless with me feigning sleep whilst rubbing my cock to cum.
But, bizarrely, I have never been in a situation like this. I have never watched another couple enjoy one another as intimately as I did just then. I’ve never been encouraged to stand and stare at a pussy that I am not going to get inside and wank myself off in the way that I did just then.
It was fucking unbelievable. My cock is gathering rigidity at this all too near memory.
I think that I’ll just nip into the bathroom and have a shower. It seems a shame to waste such a big one.
David
“Coffee’s cold” Jim said. “I’ll go and make another batch”.
And with that he left us to it. I lay down besides Fiona, pulling the duvet over us to warm us up, as if we needed it after that excitement.
“You adorable thing”, I whispered to her as I gathered her in my arms.
And she is adorable. How many women would want that, to even imagine it let alone allow it to happen?
I had looked forward to this time together ever since we had arranged our trip up here. Too frequently she disappears into the night when the most natural thing would be to walk up the stairs and climb into bed, to sleep, together and just be.
Of course, I had thought that there were other things that were feasible but I never anticipated it. She’d told me of her desire to be watched but when it came to it, I thought she would lose her nerve and just dismiss it as an unachievable fantasy. I never actually imagined that she would do it.
Many would be appalled by this but if anything, I feel the intimacy between us has grown because of it.
Will I, in a few days, mind the fact that Jim has seen her cunt? I don’t think so. I’m just delighted that I could show him precisely why I like fucking this woman so much. What a weird feeling! What a weird thing to be able to say!
Am I worried that I have seen Jim wanking? Not really. I know he is a sexual being. Seeing him holding his cock in hand is no different to what I see on the internet. He’s just a man doing his thing. I’d be less happy if he got it out when we were looking at a porn site together. No that would be a little strange, but no – seeing him being sexual was not a problem at all, and hopefully won’t be in the future.
The future? Is this going to happen again?
Fiona
“Coffee’s cold” Jim said. “I’ll go and make another batch”.
And with that he left us to it. Not that we were going to do anything else. I think both of us were finally exhausted by the intensity of the excitement of this unusual situation.
“You special, special person” he said to me.
Am I special? Am I really? Does he secretly think I am just a dirty, nymphomaniac with my whorish behaviour just then? Has he allowed this to happen just because I have banged on and on about the desire to be watched? Maybe he is acutely embarrassed by the entire event, and just wants me to get out of the house at the earliest opportunity?
Alternatively, maybe he really does think I am a special person to have wanted this and to have gone through with it.
How did I feel? How do I feel?
I hardly looked at Jim throughout the entire sexual act. My mind was where it always is when David and I are fucking. It’s with him. It’s in him. Our togetherness, even in situations where sex is arguably recreational, is the thing that is significant for me.
Even when we had sex with Angie, it was a weird mix of the three of us and just him and me.
When he was fucking me, on that occasion, I was almost oblivious to Angie, even though she was caressing my tits in an entirely delightful way. When I was fucking her, I was conscious of pleasuring both her and him, looking up to see his utter ecstasy and delight at these two pussies rubbing together.
Similarly today, I knew Jim was having a wank, and I enjoyed watching him hold his cock as he looked in disbelief at my shower of cum erupting out of me, but it is David’s enjoyment and enthusiasm that I wanted.
What happens next though? That is my immediate worry.
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Jim shouted down the landing to tell them that the bathroom was free. Perhaps they would care to take a shower together, and he imagined him rubbing the shower gel into her tits, just as he had done with his great squirt of spunk. She’d probably hold her fingers close or within her cunt whilst he did it, enjoying the closeness as the water sprayed from above.
Mmmm, pleasant thoughts, erotic thoughts; just what one should have first thing in the morning.
He ground the coffee and placed the percolator onto the hob and sat down at the table, chin in hands in positive contemplation. He didn’t need to touch himself. He simply felt that warmth find its way around his body. It felt good.
Fiona came down first, and he stood up from the table, walked towards her and gave her a congenial hug. He thought he noticed a relief spread across her face as her shoulders relaxed and she sat down in the seat where he had been.
“David’s on his way down” she said. “Any ideas for what you would like to do today?”
Jim sat alongside her and discussed the options available. He was rightly proud of his surroundings and wanted to show them around the incredible countryside that his northern hideout had to offer. A walk into the village, followed by a trek up the mountain seemed to be in order, and Fiona agreed that this was a viable option.
David slid into the room and gathered the steaming coffee from the stove. Silently he poured three cups and sat down opposite his friend and lover, smiling and taking in the warmth and flavour of the caffeine before him.
The television silently spread the news of the day as the tickertape screeched across the screen. David commented on the hopelessness of the disaster relief efforts in Italy and went on to discuss the extent of the coverage which had been significant over the last few days. Musing over the media was something he excelled in and he was completely comfortable in getting on with life after the morning events.
“Jenny is coming over this afternoon after work” announced Jim. “She’s looking forward to seeing you both again and has even offered to cook dinner for us!”
“Well we’d better get up that mountain now” retorted David. “Boots on madam” he said as he stretched out his hand for Fiona to scoop up, and once more, they were climbing the stairs to dress more appropriately for the day’s activity.
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To call the walk exhilarating and the views breathtaking was far too much of a cliché but that is what they were. Just like good sex the ramble was both energy sapping and energy giving. The peak of the mountain was a hard scramble over quite an unsteady scree slope but it was worth it. At the top, there were more mountains in the distance and pools of pure blue tarns to be seen for miles and miles. The air was crisp and clean. So clean. The memory of Manchester was a million miles away and for a moment, nothing other than these three people silently and independently looking over their surroundings was significant.
Fiona could not contain her glee at managing the walk. She had fully anticipated having to stop half way and allow the men to wander off alone but her new boots had stood her in good fair. Although her legs ached, they were not exhausted and she looked forward to the walk back to the house.
There was chatter and laughter throughout the walk but there were also those essential moments of quietness, where each of the walkers contemplated who knows what, though one suspects that thoughts of that morning certainly cropped up in their minds.
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On returning to the house, David wandered into the study to send his article to the newspaper, which left Jim and Fiona alone once more.
“Been quite a day hasn’t it?” he said.
“Indeed it has” she smiled back at him.
“And how do you now feel about what happened this morning? Has the walk cleared your mind? Are you embarrassed or worried about me seeing you like that?” he asked.
Fiona took a while to answer, not because there was any concern or angst in her mind but she wanted to try and get the words out effectively and properly.
“I’m not embarrassed at all” she said “And I would only be embarrassed if either you or David now felt uncomfortable”.
“Not in the slightest” he responded. “I can’t speak for David but I am confident that he feels the same. All I can think about regarding this morning is positive. It was extremely horny to watch you fucking. I was hugely turned on and I cannot think of any reason at all why I would be remotely embarrassed or ashamed at what happened”.
“Good” she said, “I’m glad. After all, a cunt is a cunt on one level. Just because you have seen mine doesn’t mean that you have to treat me any differently than when you hadn’t seen it. You knew it was there. David, I assume, has told you plenty about my sexuality. Covering it up under a pair of jeans does not take away its sexual importance”.
“It’s strange though how something so vital can be seen on such different levels. To me, my pussy is so important, as it should be. And on one level, my sexuality is so important that it should be reserved purely for those with whom I am intimate. Yet, on another level, we shouldn’t continue hiding our sexuality all of the time. I am not suggesting that we go around revealing all to everyone but it really shouldn’t be a problem should it, that you have seen my pussy and seen my sexuality?”
“No, it shouldn’t be a problem at all, and just because I have seen your cunt, doesn’t mean that I want to dive into it; not that it is not attractive to me!”
“I know what you mean. Just because I have seen your cock does not make me want to demand to see more. If we sat here now in the altogether, it wouldn’t be a problem; well not for me anyway. In fact, if you wanted to sit and wank right now with a porn magazine in hand, it wouldn’t be an issue. I think it rather special that two people who are totally platonic could actually do that?”
The conversation continued.
“So if I just pulled my knickers down now just to reveal my pussy, would that be a problem?”
Jim contemplated this and finally agreed that it would be fine though he would probably get another stiffy at the thought and may have to pull his cock out for a rub. Even if Fiona just had her tits out, then dependant on his mood, he might be aroused by this.
That was the way of the world. Sexuality was an integral part of it and he agreed that one should not deny sexual feelings even if it is deemed inappropriate by others.
“What I am trying to say” continued Fiona “is that although I have seen your erect cock, and although you have seen my moist cunt, it doesn’t mean we have some sort of sexual obligation to one another. I can be excited by your sexuality without having to or wanting to have sex with you. I can be thoroughly excited by looking at your cock without wanting it inside me. I really like the idea of having a platonic sexual friend!”
“And what if it continued into penetrative sex?” he asked.
“Que sera sera!” she laughed. “The real value of wonderful sex is the intimacy and the attraction with another person but that does not preclude sex in other situations. You and I are not attracted to one another, not in the conventional way, whatever that is, but we could still logistically enjoy sex with one another without any complication of emotional attachment. That is just an acknowledgement of one another as sexual beings”.
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David wandered into the room at the end of the conversation and politely requested a summary of their talk.
“Well just because you have seen her cunt doesn’t give you an open invitation!” he said.
Jim recognised that this was a jocular warning and assured him that everything was fine, though a good dose of voyeurism tomorrow morning would be perfectly acceptable if they so felt like offering it.
“And what of Jenny?” asked David.
“Are you going to tell her what has happened?”
“No, I’m not” replied Jim. “Not because she couldn’t cope with it. Not that at all. I just think that is best left between the three of us if you don’t mind. However, I am not ruling out the possibility of something happening in the future whereby…… well, let’s put it like this. I am not expecting her to drop her panties in sexual comradeship as soon as she walks through the door, but she is a sexy woman and who knows what she may do or feel or want in the future.”
As if on cue, Jenny called into the room, announcing her arrival.
Laden with bags, she hauled herself into the kitchen and kissed all gathered with an informal greeting.
She poured herself a drink from the awaiting bottle of wine and started preparing the meal with consummate ease and effectiveness.
“I’m really looking forward to this evening” she said. “I’ve been unusually excited about it all day”, she laughed joyfully.
The others did not break their silence and did not look at one another in a knowing and slightly uncomfortable way. Like the morning before, the evening would bring its own joys and not knowing what they were was perfectly normal…………………..
To be continued…..
Jim
“Coffee’s cold” I said. “I’ll go and make another batch”
And with that I left them to it, full in the knowledge that he was going to climb back on top of her and have yet more sex. Or maybe not! Surely, even David had an end point when exhaustion finally won the war over insatiable desire.
I love looking at porn. I adore seeing women being fucked by a big cock. I get really turned on by seeing other people fucking enthusiastically and energetically. I love fucking enthusiastically and energetically.
I’ve had the most incredibly exciting sex with one, two, three women at a time, all playfully fighting for their turn with my dick. I’ve been kissed by one, caressed by another and jumped on by the third with each taking their turn to delight me with the intricacies of each of their pussies.
I’ve been in a bedroom when other people have hidden themselves under the covers and fucked one another senseless with me feigning sleep whilst rubbing my cock to cum.
But, bizarrely, I have never been in a situation like this. I have never watched another couple enjoy one another as intimately as I did just then. I’ve never been encouraged to stand and stare at a pussy that I am not going to get inside and wank myself off in the way that I did just then.
It was fucking unbelievable. My cock is gathering rigidity at this all too near memory.
I think that I’ll just nip into the bathroom and have a shower. It seems a shame to waste such a big one.
David
“Coffee’s cold” Jim said. “I’ll go and make another batch”.
And with that he left us to it. I lay down besides Fiona, pulling the duvet over us to warm us up, as if we needed it after that excitement.
“You adorable thing”, I whispered to her as I gathered her in my arms.
And she is adorable. How many women would want that, to even imagine it let alone allow it to happen?
I had looked forward to this time together ever since we had arranged our trip up here. Too frequently she disappears into the night when the most natural thing would be to walk up the stairs and climb into bed, to sleep, together and just be.
Of course, I had thought that there were other things that were feasible but I never anticipated it. She’d told me of her desire to be watched but when it came to it, I thought she would lose her nerve and just dismiss it as an unachievable fantasy. I never actually imagined that she would do it.
Many would be appalled by this but if anything, I feel the intimacy between us has grown because of it.
Will I, in a few days, mind the fact that Jim has seen her cunt? I don’t think so. I’m just delighted that I could show him precisely why I like fucking this woman so much. What a weird feeling! What a weird thing to be able to say!
Am I worried that I have seen Jim wanking? Not really. I know he is a sexual being. Seeing him holding his cock in hand is no different to what I see on the internet. He’s just a man doing his thing. I’d be less happy if he got it out when we were looking at a porn site together. No that would be a little strange, but no – seeing him being sexual was not a problem at all, and hopefully won’t be in the future.
The future? Is this going to happen again?
Fiona
“Coffee’s cold” Jim said. “I’ll go and make another batch”.
And with that he left us to it. Not that we were going to do anything else. I think both of us were finally exhausted by the intensity of the excitement of this unusual situation.
“You special, special person” he said to me.
Am I special? Am I really? Does he secretly think I am just a dirty, nymphomaniac with my whorish behaviour just then? Has he allowed this to happen just because I have banged on and on about the desire to be watched? Maybe he is acutely embarrassed by the entire event, and just wants me to get out of the house at the earliest opportunity?
Alternatively, maybe he really does think I am a special person to have wanted this and to have gone through with it.
How did I feel? How do I feel?
I hardly looked at Jim throughout the entire sexual act. My mind was where it always is when David and I are fucking. It’s with him. It’s in him. Our togetherness, even in situations where sex is arguably recreational, is the thing that is significant for me.
Even when we had sex with Angie, it was a weird mix of the three of us and just him and me.
When he was fucking me, on that occasion, I was almost oblivious to Angie, even though she was caressing my tits in an entirely delightful way. When I was fucking her, I was conscious of pleasuring both her and him, looking up to see his utter ecstasy and delight at these two pussies rubbing together.
Similarly today, I knew Jim was having a wank, and I enjoyed watching him hold his cock as he looked in disbelief at my shower of cum erupting out of me, but it is David’s enjoyment and enthusiasm that I wanted.
What happens next though? That is my immediate worry.
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Jim shouted down the landing to tell them that the bathroom was free. Perhaps they would care to take a shower together, and he imagined him rubbing the shower gel into her tits, just as he had done with his great squirt of spunk. She’d probably hold her fingers close or within her cunt whilst he did it, enjoying the closeness as the water sprayed from above.
Mmmm, pleasant thoughts, erotic thoughts; just what one should have first thing in the morning.
He ground the coffee and placed the percolator onto the hob and sat down at the table, chin in hands in positive contemplation. He didn’t need to touch himself. He simply felt that warmth find its way around his body. It felt good.
Fiona came down first, and he stood up from the table, walked towards her and gave her a congenial hug. He thought he noticed a relief spread across her face as her shoulders relaxed and she sat down in the seat where he had been.
“David’s on his way down” she said. “Any ideas for what you would like to do today?”
Jim sat alongside her and discussed the options available. He was rightly proud of his surroundings and wanted to show them around the incredible countryside that his northern hideout had to offer. A walk into the village, followed by a trek up the mountain seemed to be in order, and Fiona agreed that this was a viable option.
David slid into the room and gathered the steaming coffee from the stove. Silently he poured three cups and sat down opposite his friend and lover, smiling and taking in the warmth and flavour of the caffeine before him.
The television silently spread the news of the day as the tickertape screeched across the screen. David commented on the hopelessness of the disaster relief efforts in Italy and went on to discuss the extent of the coverage which had been significant over the last few days. Musing over the media was something he excelled in and he was completely comfortable in getting on with life after the morning events.
“Jenny is coming over this afternoon after work” announced Jim. “She’s looking forward to seeing you both again and has even offered to cook dinner for us!”
“Well we’d better get up that mountain now” retorted David. “Boots on madam” he said as he stretched out his hand for Fiona to scoop up, and once more, they were climbing the stairs to dress more appropriately for the day’s activity.
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To call the walk exhilarating and the views breathtaking was far too much of a cliché but that is what they were. Just like good sex the ramble was both energy sapping and energy giving. The peak of the mountain was a hard scramble over quite an unsteady scree slope but it was worth it. At the top, there were more mountains in the distance and pools of pure blue tarns to be seen for miles and miles. The air was crisp and clean. So clean. The memory of Manchester was a million miles away and for a moment, nothing other than these three people silently and independently looking over their surroundings was significant.
Fiona could not contain her glee at managing the walk. She had fully anticipated having to stop half way and allow the men to wander off alone but her new boots had stood her in good fair. Although her legs ached, they were not exhausted and she looked forward to the walk back to the house.
There was chatter and laughter throughout the walk but there were also those essential moments of quietness, where each of the walkers contemplated who knows what, though one suspects that thoughts of that morning certainly cropped up in their minds.
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On returning to the house, David wandered into the study to send his article to the newspaper, which left Jim and Fiona alone once more.
“Been quite a day hasn’t it?” he said.
“Indeed it has” she smiled back at him.
“And how do you now feel about what happened this morning? Has the walk cleared your mind? Are you embarrassed or worried about me seeing you like that?” he asked.
Fiona took a while to answer, not because there was any concern or angst in her mind but she wanted to try and get the words out effectively and properly.
“I’m not embarrassed at all” she said “And I would only be embarrassed if either you or David now felt uncomfortable”.
“Not in the slightest” he responded. “I can’t speak for David but I am confident that he feels the same. All I can think about regarding this morning is positive. It was extremely horny to watch you fucking. I was hugely turned on and I cannot think of any reason at all why I would be remotely embarrassed or ashamed at what happened”.
“Good” she said, “I’m glad. After all, a cunt is a cunt on one level. Just because you have seen mine doesn’t mean that you have to treat me any differently than when you hadn’t seen it. You knew it was there. David, I assume, has told you plenty about my sexuality. Covering it up under a pair of jeans does not take away its sexual importance”.
“It’s strange though how something so vital can be seen on such different levels. To me, my pussy is so important, as it should be. And on one level, my sexuality is so important that it should be reserved purely for those with whom I am intimate. Yet, on another level, we shouldn’t continue hiding our sexuality all of the time. I am not suggesting that we go around revealing all to everyone but it really shouldn’t be a problem should it, that you have seen my pussy and seen my sexuality?”
“No, it shouldn’t be a problem at all, and just because I have seen your cunt, doesn’t mean that I want to dive into it; not that it is not attractive to me!”
“I know what you mean. Just because I have seen your cock does not make me want to demand to see more. If we sat here now in the altogether, it wouldn’t be a problem; well not for me anyway. In fact, if you wanted to sit and wank right now with a porn magazine in hand, it wouldn’t be an issue. I think it rather special that two people who are totally platonic could actually do that?”
The conversation continued.
“So if I just pulled my knickers down now just to reveal my pussy, would that be a problem?”
Jim contemplated this and finally agreed that it would be fine though he would probably get another stiffy at the thought and may have to pull his cock out for a rub. Even if Fiona just had her tits out, then dependant on his mood, he might be aroused by this.
That was the way of the world. Sexuality was an integral part of it and he agreed that one should not deny sexual feelings even if it is deemed inappropriate by others.
“What I am trying to say” continued Fiona “is that although I have seen your erect cock, and although you have seen my moist cunt, it doesn’t mean we have some sort of sexual obligation to one another. I can be excited by your sexuality without having to or wanting to have sex with you. I can be thoroughly excited by looking at your cock without wanting it inside me. I really like the idea of having a platonic sexual friend!”
“And what if it continued into penetrative sex?” he asked.
“Que sera sera!” she laughed. “The real value of wonderful sex is the intimacy and the attraction with another person but that does not preclude sex in other situations. You and I are not attracted to one another, not in the conventional way, whatever that is, but we could still logistically enjoy sex with one another without any complication of emotional attachment. That is just an acknowledgement of one another as sexual beings”.
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David wandered into the room at the end of the conversation and politely requested a summary of their talk.
“Well just because you have seen her cunt doesn’t give you an open invitation!” he said.
Jim recognised that this was a jocular warning and assured him that everything was fine, though a good dose of voyeurism tomorrow morning would be perfectly acceptable if they so felt like offering it.
“And what of Jenny?” asked David.
“Are you going to tell her what has happened?”
“No, I’m not” replied Jim. “Not because she couldn’t cope with it. Not that at all. I just think that is best left between the three of us if you don’t mind. However, I am not ruling out the possibility of something happening in the future whereby…… well, let’s put it like this. I am not expecting her to drop her panties in sexual comradeship as soon as she walks through the door, but she is a sexy woman and who knows what she may do or feel or want in the future.”
As if on cue, Jenny called into the room, announcing her arrival.
Laden with bags, she hauled herself into the kitchen and kissed all gathered with an informal greeting.
She poured herself a drink from the awaiting bottle of wine and started preparing the meal with consummate ease and effectiveness.
“I’m really looking forward to this evening” she said. “I’ve been unusually excited about it all day”, she laughed joyfully.
The others did not break their silence and did not look at one another in a knowing and slightly uncomfortable way. Like the morning before, the evening would bring its own joys and not knowing what they were was perfectly normal…………………..
To be continued…..
Coupledom
Coupledom: “the state of living as a couple, especially when regarded as being interested in each other to the exclusion of the outside world”
Coupledom: “the state of being in a romantic or sexual relationship, the condition of being part of a couple”
Coupledom: “the world and realm of relationships and the experiences related to them, excluding those of polygamists”
Coupled: “Two people joined in a relationship”
Coupled: “To join in sexual union or to marry”
Coupled: “Joined together, especially in a pair of pairs”
When or if (?) the Tories win the next election, they are going to consider offering some more tax incentives for married couples to remain married. Admittedly, they have had to place it within the latter part of their proposed term of office due to the need to sort out the economy, but it is there and will remain an integral part of the Conservative legislation package.
Marriage is back!
“Hoorah!” shout the nervous would-be Cecil Parkinson’s and David Mellor’s who are now worried that placing their names in agreement to such idealism is an open invitation for the skeletons to come tumbling out of the closet (and I still cannot get Major and Edwina sitting in the bath together out of my mind!).
“I believe in commitment and many of us, including me, will always remember that moment when you say up there, in front of others, “it’s not just me any more, it’s us, together” and that helps to take you through the tough times” says David Cameron on marriage.
When the Tories were last in power with their “Back to Basics” campaign, many people were affronted not by their stance on promoting marriage but of the hypocrisy involved in doing so when many were jumping in and out of bed with a range of girls and boys, or should I say men and women for I don’t want to be sued. People were pissed off with them for being such hypocrites. One couldn’t possibly stand there espousing the ‘natural way’ of relationships in the world and then go and have sex with whoever they felt like. It simply wasn’t on.
The real issue is that they came unstuck by attempting to instil a way of life and an approach to family that, quite frankly, is not as clear cut as people make it out to be.
This sort of dictatorial mantra does not conceivably consider the range, depths, situations, personalities within each and every marriage let alone the individual needs of the people involved.
To gather together all marriages in one conformed block is unimaginably stupid, just as it is to say that being in a relationship as a couple is the same for Joe Blogs down the road as it is for me.
The other day, a friend of mine was telling me about another couple who are trying to find some sort of resolution to their relationship. It is clear that they both love each other and have enjoyed an incredibly strong and passionate affiliation over a number of years. One wants the commitment of a shared household; the other just wants her independence as well as an opportunity to spend quality time with her man.
“He wants to do the coupledom thing”, said my friend.
But what does this actually mean?
The Tories would have us think that being part of a couple is akin to marriage. They are the same. A heterosexual man and a heterosexual woman join together for a lifetime of matrimony and it is a done deal. They make a decision and that is that.
But is this really what being part of a couple is all about?
When the marriage vows are taken, do all couples conform to a particular way of life that resembles a specific stereotype? Or is it more the case that different couples can be as diverse as each and every individual in life?
In reality, people do have a notion of what ‘being a couple’ is about.
They have this vision of loveliness and lovie-ness, where roses grow around the white-wood boarded home, where a cup of tea is served to the man as he wanders back in from a hard day at the office. It is the “happy ever after” as depicted in fairy tales, brought to life in the 1950s by Doris Day and Rock Hudson. Oh the irony!
I admit that this is slightly far fetched and people are clearly more grounded than this. People do understand that coupledom is more complicated than this but essentially, if you mention the fact that you are part of a couple, then there is an assumption that you have adopted a certain way of life where the comfort of being together is the essence of life itself.
Even the word “couple” or “coupledom” has an onomatopoeic ring to it, depicting a couch potato style of existence.
But does coupledom have to be this rigid, this predictable and this bland?
Does the mere mention of “coupledom” have to be followed by those who do not subscribe to it with a sneer and contempt?
Could there be a future where being part of a couple does not in any form, take away from the individualism and the individual needs of those participating?
Being a couple is not that bad. Or it doesn’t have to be. Even setting up home together doesn’t have to constrain the freedom of those involved, if only people could get away from the notion of what being a couple is about.
To illustrate my point, I refer back to the quotations at the top of this blog.
The first quote about being together as a couple with total exclusion is an interesting one. On reflection, it all sounds pretty abhorrent “being interested in each other to the exclusion of the outside world”. Yet, if you think about it, isn’t that the expectation of being a couple? One could interpret this not as being devoid of interest in the world but ensuring that the interesting people in the outside world do not come and interrupt or disturb the sanctimony of the couple.
This quote is talking about exclusivity; that one person commits to another for eternity, or as long as the relationship continues, and there is no sexual interaction with the outside world.
As I said, when you look at the quote in plain black and white, it is incredibly frightening. If that is what being part of a couple is all about, then how on earth has there been such a sign-up for it? Maybe it is because most people who choose coupledom do so in their twenties when they have not had a life of experiences that would even question the sanctimoniousness of such an existence.
The second quote is slightly more bearable though; “The state of being in a romantic or sexual relationship”. There, nothing controversial there, is there? It is a simple statement that if you are in a romantic or sexual relationship with someone then, to all intents and purposes, you are a couple.
You are coupled together by your fondness for one another and the fact that you enjoy fucking one another. Getting into bed together, regularly, makes you a couple. Having dinner together, making the packed lunch, going on holiday, sharing conversations, laughing and joking, being intimate. These things make you a couple.
Only it doesn’t say all of that in the quote does it? It can’t because the levels of being a couple and being intimate and sharing cannot be determined in one or even many defining characteristics. It is far more complicated than that.
However, I am trying to make the point that being in this sort of coupledom seems far scarier and less intimidating than the first statement. It is simply an acknowledgement of when two people are together in a relationship then, to others if not themselves, they could be seen as a couple.
The third quote on coupledom is slightly tongue in cheek and comes from the wonderful Urban Dictionary. Coupledom excludes polygamy.
Okay, you cannot marry two people at the same time according to the law of the land.
But this quote says that coupledom excludes polygamy. It doesn’t say anything about coupledom excluding polyamory!
Just because you are completely committed to one person does not mean that you turn off the switch which allows and enables you to appreciate another human being. And this is precisely where the whole idea of coupledom falls crashing to its feet.
Is the expectation of “you can look but cannot touch” a valid and acceptable one? In our target driven world, we are expected to have achievable targets, ensuring that we do not set a target that is unrealistic.
When the world created marriage and fidelity, it had not really considered the intelligences and the working of the mind. It had not thought about societal changes and an ever evolving world.
Can you really ignore and suppress an instinctive reaction to a thing of beauty? Can you honestly pretend that a person standing in front of you is not attractive and attracted to you simply because of the mantra of marriage or commitment?
The instinct of the mind is so frequently suppressed and devalued. It is almost taken as a rule of law that instinct should be ignored in so many situations. That overwhelming feeling of being at one with yourself is another element of life that often takes a secondary position to the practicalities and the so-called norms of existence. Yet, attraction to another human being can be instinctual and it can be right to act on that instinct. Having sex with that person and experiencing the incredible joy and wonderment of that togetherness can elevate you into a place of perfect spiritual wellbeing.
How can this be wrong simply because you have signed up to coupledom with another?
The fact, albeit originally flippant, is that coupledom can be achievable but perhaps there is an opportunity to rethink its very meaning. A polyamorous existence (which incidentally is a word that is not recognised by the God-like spell check on this software) is feasible and does not have to take away from the very positive aspects of being part of a committed couple, as long as everyone knows where they stand and everyone agrees to this way of life.
Coupledom does not have to be boring. It does not have to suppress the instinct of the individual. It does not have to rob the individual of their liberty. It does not have to conform to some fatuous and archaic representation of the word. Being wholly committed to one person for a possible life-time does not mean that life has to be over as far as liaisons and even love with others.
Coupledom could mean exclusivity but it doesn’t have to. Couples could be exclusive with the knowledge that the exclusivity could be breached once in a while but the essential essence of monogamy remains, i.e. a commitment to one other, and I know that sounds completely contradictory but it isn’t.
I rather like the idea of being in a monogamous relationship where the exclusiveness is in the knowledge that I will always be significant to the other person even if he or she decides to spend time and have sex with others.
And of course, one cannot ignore the fact that coupledom, or rather exclusivity, works for some.
That is fine. If they have both chosen that and they are comfortable in all aspects of their relationship, then that is great. It does work for some people. I can think of many ‘couples’ who seem to have an incredibly strong togetherness where it genuinely has and will work for a lifetime.
Let’s get back to the Tories though.
I don’t think they will legislate for my third option of coupledom. I think it may take a little longer to over-ride the bigamy laws in this country. Yet, shouldn’t there be a little honesty in the matter? Shouldn’t people consider their instincts versus their logic?
The Back to Basics Tory ‘philanderers’ were a minority but significant in their numbers. As I said, even the Prime Minister who introduced the phrase had had his own extra-marital relationship. I would hazard a guess that even those who have remained in ‘coupledom’ have at the very least considered the alternative or looked at another human being in a sexual way.
And why? Because it is this that is the natural order of things.
People, in spite of being in coupledom, will have feelings, even fantasies about another existence with other people. They will, in the course of their lives, find themselves attracted to other people. They will enjoy the company of others and will consider the possibility of breaking free from Coupledom, even if it is just a fleeting thought.
The real minority, if we are being totally honest, is with the ones who won’t do this; the people who commit in marriage or in partnership to one person for the rest of their lives, oblivious to others, “to the exclusion of the outside world”.
Of course, to quote another famous philanderer (what a terribly derogatory phrase), “It’s the economy stupid”.
The Tories are far more concerned with finances than the institution of marriage, just as Blair was committed more to ensuring that young women who had babies in their teenage years were not a future burden to the treasury than actually being concerned for their emotional wellbeing.
Unfair? Possibly.
But as with most things, economic factors drive social policy. Marriage and coupledom is encouraged because a stable and secure family is allegedly the best place to bring up children.
The evidence suggests that this is the case but once more, it is not always that clear cut and one can frequently think of cases where the contrary is true.
The real truth is that marriage and the sustaining of marriage is the cheaper alternative for state and the individuals concerned. That is the real reason why marriage and coupledom is encouraged above any other means of living.
There have been two articles in this week’s Guardian on the subject, both worth a quick view.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/dec/05/marriage-tax-systems-family
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/dec/06/tories-marriage-good-for-society
Finally, I return to my friend and her chat with the man who wanted to do the coupledom thing.
It is quite easy to be dismissive and guffaw at such a notion. Neither party want children. Both are financially independent. Both enjoy flirtations, even full-blown sexual intercourse with others, both enjoy their freedom to sit in their individual houses reading what they want to read, watching what they want to watch, so why the hell should they even consider co-habitation as part of the coupledom thing? It seems ludicrous.
Yet, if they are committed to one another and potentially could be for the rest of their lives, then why not?
Well, the ‘why not’ comes in the acceptance of one another’s definition of coupledom. If either one of them considers that first quote and exclusivity as the definition, then they cannot possibly do the coupledom thing. It wouldn’t work.
However, if they consider a more liberal approach to coupledom, then why shouldn’t they have an excellent and rewarding partnership where the beauty of intimacy can be enjoyed more regularly than it currently is?
What is wrong with wanting to have a strong and committed relationship with another person but also accepting and positively encouraging their individuality and liberty by accepting that they are instinctual and sexual beings, who may like to look, touch and copulate with others?
It’s clearly an ideology that is beyond the contemplation of most but it should not be completely dismissed. It is viable.
They’d have to talk about it. They would have to be honest and explain to one another how they feel. She would have to tell him that she just likes having sex with others. She’d have to tell him that this enjoyment of another human being does not detract from her love for him. He would have to consider if he could cope with this. Yet, isn’t it far more honest than just wondering all the time whether there was someone else in her life?
Possibly, they could share information about other people in their lives. In a truly polyamorous way, they could even share each other’s other people.
I return finally to the quotes at the top of the blog, now looking at the ‘coupled’ quotes.
Coupled means “joined together in a relationship”. Fine – all sounds good. There’s no mention of exclusivity here; no mention of tedium and perpetual boredom. Coupled means “join in sexual union or marry”. Okay, let’s ignore the marriage bit, but the sexual union sounds fine.
Coupled means “joined together, especially in a pair of pairs”.
Now, you are talking my language!
Coupledom: “the state of being in a romantic or sexual relationship, the condition of being part of a couple”
Coupledom: “the world and realm of relationships and the experiences related to them, excluding those of polygamists”
Coupled: “Two people joined in a relationship”
Coupled: “To join in sexual union or to marry”
Coupled: “Joined together, especially in a pair of pairs”
When or if (?) the Tories win the next election, they are going to consider offering some more tax incentives for married couples to remain married. Admittedly, they have had to place it within the latter part of their proposed term of office due to the need to sort out the economy, but it is there and will remain an integral part of the Conservative legislation package.
Marriage is back!
“Hoorah!” shout the nervous would-be Cecil Parkinson’s and David Mellor’s who are now worried that placing their names in agreement to such idealism is an open invitation for the skeletons to come tumbling out of the closet (and I still cannot get Major and Edwina sitting in the bath together out of my mind!).
“I believe in commitment and many of us, including me, will always remember that moment when you say up there, in front of others, “it’s not just me any more, it’s us, together” and that helps to take you through the tough times” says David Cameron on marriage.
When the Tories were last in power with their “Back to Basics” campaign, many people were affronted not by their stance on promoting marriage but of the hypocrisy involved in doing so when many were jumping in and out of bed with a range of girls and boys, or should I say men and women for I don’t want to be sued. People were pissed off with them for being such hypocrites. One couldn’t possibly stand there espousing the ‘natural way’ of relationships in the world and then go and have sex with whoever they felt like. It simply wasn’t on.
The real issue is that they came unstuck by attempting to instil a way of life and an approach to family that, quite frankly, is not as clear cut as people make it out to be.
This sort of dictatorial mantra does not conceivably consider the range, depths, situations, personalities within each and every marriage let alone the individual needs of the people involved.
To gather together all marriages in one conformed block is unimaginably stupid, just as it is to say that being in a relationship as a couple is the same for Joe Blogs down the road as it is for me.
The other day, a friend of mine was telling me about another couple who are trying to find some sort of resolution to their relationship. It is clear that they both love each other and have enjoyed an incredibly strong and passionate affiliation over a number of years. One wants the commitment of a shared household; the other just wants her independence as well as an opportunity to spend quality time with her man.
“He wants to do the coupledom thing”, said my friend.
But what does this actually mean?
The Tories would have us think that being part of a couple is akin to marriage. They are the same. A heterosexual man and a heterosexual woman join together for a lifetime of matrimony and it is a done deal. They make a decision and that is that.
But is this really what being part of a couple is all about?
When the marriage vows are taken, do all couples conform to a particular way of life that resembles a specific stereotype? Or is it more the case that different couples can be as diverse as each and every individual in life?
In reality, people do have a notion of what ‘being a couple’ is about.
They have this vision of loveliness and lovie-ness, where roses grow around the white-wood boarded home, where a cup of tea is served to the man as he wanders back in from a hard day at the office. It is the “happy ever after” as depicted in fairy tales, brought to life in the 1950s by Doris Day and Rock Hudson. Oh the irony!
I admit that this is slightly far fetched and people are clearly more grounded than this. People do understand that coupledom is more complicated than this but essentially, if you mention the fact that you are part of a couple, then there is an assumption that you have adopted a certain way of life where the comfort of being together is the essence of life itself.
Even the word “couple” or “coupledom” has an onomatopoeic ring to it, depicting a couch potato style of existence.
But does coupledom have to be this rigid, this predictable and this bland?
Does the mere mention of “coupledom” have to be followed by those who do not subscribe to it with a sneer and contempt?
Could there be a future where being part of a couple does not in any form, take away from the individualism and the individual needs of those participating?
Being a couple is not that bad. Or it doesn’t have to be. Even setting up home together doesn’t have to constrain the freedom of those involved, if only people could get away from the notion of what being a couple is about.
To illustrate my point, I refer back to the quotations at the top of this blog.
The first quote about being together as a couple with total exclusion is an interesting one. On reflection, it all sounds pretty abhorrent “being interested in each other to the exclusion of the outside world”. Yet, if you think about it, isn’t that the expectation of being a couple? One could interpret this not as being devoid of interest in the world but ensuring that the interesting people in the outside world do not come and interrupt or disturb the sanctimony of the couple.
This quote is talking about exclusivity; that one person commits to another for eternity, or as long as the relationship continues, and there is no sexual interaction with the outside world.
As I said, when you look at the quote in plain black and white, it is incredibly frightening. If that is what being part of a couple is all about, then how on earth has there been such a sign-up for it? Maybe it is because most people who choose coupledom do so in their twenties when they have not had a life of experiences that would even question the sanctimoniousness of such an existence.
The second quote is slightly more bearable though; “The state of being in a romantic or sexual relationship”. There, nothing controversial there, is there? It is a simple statement that if you are in a romantic or sexual relationship with someone then, to all intents and purposes, you are a couple.
You are coupled together by your fondness for one another and the fact that you enjoy fucking one another. Getting into bed together, regularly, makes you a couple. Having dinner together, making the packed lunch, going on holiday, sharing conversations, laughing and joking, being intimate. These things make you a couple.
Only it doesn’t say all of that in the quote does it? It can’t because the levels of being a couple and being intimate and sharing cannot be determined in one or even many defining characteristics. It is far more complicated than that.
However, I am trying to make the point that being in this sort of coupledom seems far scarier and less intimidating than the first statement. It is simply an acknowledgement of when two people are together in a relationship then, to others if not themselves, they could be seen as a couple.
The third quote on coupledom is slightly tongue in cheek and comes from the wonderful Urban Dictionary. Coupledom excludes polygamy.
Okay, you cannot marry two people at the same time according to the law of the land.
But this quote says that coupledom excludes polygamy. It doesn’t say anything about coupledom excluding polyamory!
Just because you are completely committed to one person does not mean that you turn off the switch which allows and enables you to appreciate another human being. And this is precisely where the whole idea of coupledom falls crashing to its feet.
Is the expectation of “you can look but cannot touch” a valid and acceptable one? In our target driven world, we are expected to have achievable targets, ensuring that we do not set a target that is unrealistic.
When the world created marriage and fidelity, it had not really considered the intelligences and the working of the mind. It had not thought about societal changes and an ever evolving world.
Can you really ignore and suppress an instinctive reaction to a thing of beauty? Can you honestly pretend that a person standing in front of you is not attractive and attracted to you simply because of the mantra of marriage or commitment?
The instinct of the mind is so frequently suppressed and devalued. It is almost taken as a rule of law that instinct should be ignored in so many situations. That overwhelming feeling of being at one with yourself is another element of life that often takes a secondary position to the practicalities and the so-called norms of existence. Yet, attraction to another human being can be instinctual and it can be right to act on that instinct. Having sex with that person and experiencing the incredible joy and wonderment of that togetherness can elevate you into a place of perfect spiritual wellbeing.
How can this be wrong simply because you have signed up to coupledom with another?
The fact, albeit originally flippant, is that coupledom can be achievable but perhaps there is an opportunity to rethink its very meaning. A polyamorous existence (which incidentally is a word that is not recognised by the God-like spell check on this software) is feasible and does not have to take away from the very positive aspects of being part of a committed couple, as long as everyone knows where they stand and everyone agrees to this way of life.
Coupledom does not have to be boring. It does not have to suppress the instinct of the individual. It does not have to rob the individual of their liberty. It does not have to conform to some fatuous and archaic representation of the word. Being wholly committed to one person for a possible life-time does not mean that life has to be over as far as liaisons and even love with others.
Coupledom could mean exclusivity but it doesn’t have to. Couples could be exclusive with the knowledge that the exclusivity could be breached once in a while but the essential essence of monogamy remains, i.e. a commitment to one other, and I know that sounds completely contradictory but it isn’t.
I rather like the idea of being in a monogamous relationship where the exclusiveness is in the knowledge that I will always be significant to the other person even if he or she decides to spend time and have sex with others.
And of course, one cannot ignore the fact that coupledom, or rather exclusivity, works for some.
That is fine. If they have both chosen that and they are comfortable in all aspects of their relationship, then that is great. It does work for some people. I can think of many ‘couples’ who seem to have an incredibly strong togetherness where it genuinely has and will work for a lifetime.
Let’s get back to the Tories though.
I don’t think they will legislate for my third option of coupledom. I think it may take a little longer to over-ride the bigamy laws in this country. Yet, shouldn’t there be a little honesty in the matter? Shouldn’t people consider their instincts versus their logic?
The Back to Basics Tory ‘philanderers’ were a minority but significant in their numbers. As I said, even the Prime Minister who introduced the phrase had had his own extra-marital relationship. I would hazard a guess that even those who have remained in ‘coupledom’ have at the very least considered the alternative or looked at another human being in a sexual way.
And why? Because it is this that is the natural order of things.
People, in spite of being in coupledom, will have feelings, even fantasies about another existence with other people. They will, in the course of their lives, find themselves attracted to other people. They will enjoy the company of others and will consider the possibility of breaking free from Coupledom, even if it is just a fleeting thought.
The real minority, if we are being totally honest, is with the ones who won’t do this; the people who commit in marriage or in partnership to one person for the rest of their lives, oblivious to others, “to the exclusion of the outside world”.
Of course, to quote another famous philanderer (what a terribly derogatory phrase), “It’s the economy stupid”.
The Tories are far more concerned with finances than the institution of marriage, just as Blair was committed more to ensuring that young women who had babies in their teenage years were not a future burden to the treasury than actually being concerned for their emotional wellbeing.
Unfair? Possibly.
But as with most things, economic factors drive social policy. Marriage and coupledom is encouraged because a stable and secure family is allegedly the best place to bring up children.
The evidence suggests that this is the case but once more, it is not always that clear cut and one can frequently think of cases where the contrary is true.
The real truth is that marriage and the sustaining of marriage is the cheaper alternative for state and the individuals concerned. That is the real reason why marriage and coupledom is encouraged above any other means of living.
There have been two articles in this week’s Guardian on the subject, both worth a quick view.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/dec/05/marriage-tax-systems-family
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/dec/06/tories-marriage-good-for-society
Finally, I return to my friend and her chat with the man who wanted to do the coupledom thing.
It is quite easy to be dismissive and guffaw at such a notion. Neither party want children. Both are financially independent. Both enjoy flirtations, even full-blown sexual intercourse with others, both enjoy their freedom to sit in their individual houses reading what they want to read, watching what they want to watch, so why the hell should they even consider co-habitation as part of the coupledom thing? It seems ludicrous.
Yet, if they are committed to one another and potentially could be for the rest of their lives, then why not?
Well, the ‘why not’ comes in the acceptance of one another’s definition of coupledom. If either one of them considers that first quote and exclusivity as the definition, then they cannot possibly do the coupledom thing. It wouldn’t work.
However, if they consider a more liberal approach to coupledom, then why shouldn’t they have an excellent and rewarding partnership where the beauty of intimacy can be enjoyed more regularly than it currently is?
What is wrong with wanting to have a strong and committed relationship with another person but also accepting and positively encouraging their individuality and liberty by accepting that they are instinctual and sexual beings, who may like to look, touch and copulate with others?
It’s clearly an ideology that is beyond the contemplation of most but it should not be completely dismissed. It is viable.
They’d have to talk about it. They would have to be honest and explain to one another how they feel. She would have to tell him that she just likes having sex with others. She’d have to tell him that this enjoyment of another human being does not detract from her love for him. He would have to consider if he could cope with this. Yet, isn’t it far more honest than just wondering all the time whether there was someone else in her life?
Possibly, they could share information about other people in their lives. In a truly polyamorous way, they could even share each other’s other people.
I return finally to the quotes at the top of the blog, now looking at the ‘coupled’ quotes.
Coupled means “joined together in a relationship”. Fine – all sounds good. There’s no mention of exclusivity here; no mention of tedium and perpetual boredom. Coupled means “join in sexual union or marry”. Okay, let’s ignore the marriage bit, but the sexual union sounds fine.
Coupled means “joined together, especially in a pair of pairs”.
Now, you are talking my language!
Friday, 4 December 2009
Partners in Crime: Part One
It was a brilliant autumn day. Everything shone and sparkled and there was a glorious anticipation in the air.
Yet nobody really expected anything out of the ordinary.
All she was looking forward to was getting into bed with her lover, and feeling his nakedness next to her for the entire night.
It was this that she was anticipating, and her body responded accordingly at the thought of an extremely passionate night, waking up in the darkness and feeling a ready cock about to enter her.
They arrived early in the afternoon, and despite a desperate desire to feign fatigue as some hopeless excuse to celebrate her freedom, she dutifully made polite conversation with David’s friend, sipping a decent Sauvignon Blanc and munching on the feast of local purchases before them.
However, she couldn’t eradicate the thoughts of her night ahead, and often whilst David and Jim were sharing their ideas on their latest business venture, she felt her mind drifting upstairs to the huge wooden bed that she knew was clambering for her attention.
Eventually, she could contain the urge no longer and walked upstairs just so that she could familiarise herself with the room and the furniture where she was going to be both smothered with love and vigorously fucked.
The long walk down the river only escalated her anticipation. The freshness invigorated her and she enjoyed the briskness of her pace as she galloped to and fro, still thinking about the night ahead, still trying to concentrate on the natural beauty around her.
The evening too was immensely pleasurable and she laughed with the two men as they discussed their various escapades from a distant time in Mid Europe, when they were both studying for their degrees. There was something incredibly wonderful about being able to sit and discuss sexual encounters without any inhibitions or embarrassment. She wished that people were more honest, not only about their past but also about their sexual hopes.
Was there anything wrong with being a little explicit about her own fantasies, for instance? Would that be an appropriate topic of conversation?
David remembered the time that the travelling Shakespeare Company arrived in Berlin and how he had fucked Ophelia who, despite the glare of stage lights, had noticed the young man gently rubbing his dick every time she entered the stage in her negligee. As soon as the production was over, it was she that sought out her audience, rushing into the foyer as soon as the curtains closed. She’d found him easily, and had taken him back stage for a very frantic fuck before going back to his apartment for more of the same.
Jim explained how he had first experienced a threesome. His tutor had made no attempt to disguise her lust for him and in the middle of a one to one discussion about Stephen Dedalus’s psyche from a James Joyce novel he had just read, she pounced on him, offering her secretary into the bargain.
That evening they had all met at Fraulein Gerber’s maisonette and he had rogered them both senseless, yet still managed a morning wank all over them just to finish the party with a bang.
Fiona had no such experiences to share. All her sexual thoughts were carefully locked in a world that was unreal and imagined. She was a novice as far as recreational sex was concerned, and all she could offer was a memory of being somewhat drunk and watching her two friends having sex on the floor outside the University library late one night.
She’d watched with horror at their daring, hoping that nobody would see them, hoping that nobody would realise how turned on she was by this inaugural voyeurism.
The evening’s sexual nature was intensified by David ensuring that his hand slid down her blouse whilst Jim was recounting his German ménage a trois. He held her breasts firmly as Jim told of the fuck on the stairs, and it was clear that both men were aroused by the story and by the fact that there was this subtle sexuality with them in the room in the shape of Fiona’s tits peaking out of her ill-fitting bra.
Finally, it was time for bed.
It was Jim who suggested that they retire.
“You must be desperate to get his cock inside you now!” he had laughed, and Fiona made no attempt to disguise her agreement.
As they entered the bedroom, Fiona noticed a huge pile of towels that had not been there in the afternoon. Jim popped his head around the door to say goodnight, and directed his eyes to the pile that he had placed there, saying that David had suggested that more than a towel or two would be required for the juices that were going to erupt from Fiona’s fanny that night.
“Make sure they get a good douching” he said as he wandered off to his room.
They would, she thought, and pretty quickly too.
They looked at each other from their positions at the end of the bed and walked towards one another for a long and comforting kiss. His erection was there in an instant and she slipped out of her jeans to reveal her newly acquired black satin panties that were begging to be removed.
Once naked, they continued to hold one another, staring down at where their bodies were about to meet. His cock was dancing with eagerness, jumping upright and rigid as he looked longingly at the pussy and pubes he could see before him.
As they stood in front of one another, she took his cock and rubbed it up and down her clitoris until she could stand it no longer. She turned around with her hands on the edge of the bed, pushing her arse out and moved her labia to reveal a pinkness of eagerness, dripping with need, inviting his stiff one inside.
The cum poured out of her onto the wooden floor below. She was erupting and as he withdrew his cock a cascade of loveliness fell out splashing the edges of Jim’s towels.
The climbed into bed, totally wrapped in one another, oblivious to the noises they were creating. Jim wouldn’t mind. He would have expected nothing else. The realisation that David and Fiona were fucking like bunnies may even excite him and lull him into a sexual fantasy all of his own.
It is strange how everyone says that sex is exhausting, that it burns up calories and saps you of all energy when done well. Yet this night of almost uninterrupted sex was as good as seven hours of uninterrupted sleep.
When Fiona awoke a few hours later, she felt refreshed and full of life. Sex, she thought, may be energetic and lively, but for her, it was energy giving too. Without sex, she was de-motivated in other aspects of her life. Admittedly, she probably couldn’t keep this up for a week, but a couple of nights would be fine.
As soon as she opened her eyes, before she opened her eyes, she checked her cunt to see if it was capable of taking more of David’s loveliness inside her.
Everything seemed to be in working order and there was morning moistness already there to accommodate her wonderful lover.
Spooned together, she waited for signs of life, hoping that it wouldn’t be too long before he rose to greet her.
It was less than five minutes before she felt his cock tapping at the crack in her arse and she felt his grasp on her breasts tighten as he came to life once more.
He moved towards her, sucking around the nape of her neck and placing his tongue in her ear.
She arched away from him, once more pushing her bum towards his cock. Within seconds, he was inside her, at first gently moving his hips to drill his dick inside her, searching out for a G-Spot that would need very little pressure to stimulate it into action.
Just as he was about to bang her hard, there was a knock on the door.
Fiona moved forward to release David’s cock but he pulled her back, insisting without a word being spoken that he remained inside her.
Jim walked in with three cups of coffee and a bowl of fruit. He walked across the base of the bed and sat down on the chair next to the window, placing the tray on the table beside.
“I thought you might need some sustenance considering you have been fucking all night”.
Neither of them chose to deny this fact and Jim went on to complain that every time he had walked passed their doorway during the night, they seemed to be having sex.
“Did you actually get any sleep?” he enquired with a delighted smile on his face.
Still silence from the lovers until Jim suddenly realised that sex was still taking place and his eyes wandered down the bed to decipher the position that was evident for anyone with an active imagination.
“Good God man, have you still got your cock in her cunt?” he asked.
David was about to respond when there was a sudden surge of action from Fiona’s pussy.
It had always been one of her fantasies to be watched having sex, and although there was a cover over their bodies, she realised that Jim knew they were fucking. This realisation had caused a huge erection inside her that pushed hard on David’s cock. Desperate not to lose its comforting shape inside her, she prevented her orgasm from erupting and using only the pelvic muscles that she did not know were so developed, she scooped his cock back inside her, tightly and assuredly.
“You fucking horny woman. I fucking love fucking you!” was all that David was capable of saying.
He now held her tight, pushing himself further in, responding to her silent demand to remain inside her, almost oblivious to his friend who was watching on in amazement.
Jim finally asked what was going on and David explained how his lover had expelled his cock only to gather it back inside her. He explained what a complete turn on that was and how he wished his friend could see what a beautiful cunt he was fucking.
Jim responded to say that he would only be too delighted to see what was taking place beneath the covers of his visitor’s bed.
David withdrew from Fiona and pulled her onto her back. Once she was settled, he climbed on top of her into a missionary position, and slid his cock back inside her. She straddled her legs to allow him in and once she was inside her, she curled her legs around his back.
Looking over towards Jim, she noticed that he had moved his own hands towards his cock and was now fumbling under his dressing gown to reach his erection.
David glanced behind him and also noticed his friend’s satisfaction. He carefully tugged the duvet away from Fiona’s breasts, allowing Jim to see the fullness that he had held in his hands as he had fallen asleep the night before. In response to this uncovering, Fiona’s nipples sprang to life and David dived on top of them, smothering them with his mouth, still fucking her with a determined passion for her and their combined sexuality.
Fiona was delighted. Her wonderful lover was giving her the very best of morning sex and she was being watched too. She loved the idea of this other sexual man being turned on by watching his friend as he fucked his woman, even though Jim had had no sight of a cock going into a cunt.
But she held on to her orgasms, just in case a soaking of the duvet was a step too far.
David was now keen to go down on Fiona and he slid underneath the covers whilst she clasped her breasts in direct response to the motion of her lover’s tongue enticing her to a climax.
In desperation to prevent the bed getting wet, she pulled up and away from David and he returned to a lying position beside her.
They kissed once more and then lay down on the pillows and simultaneously turned their heads towards Jim.
“Why stop?” he asked. “I’m having a fine wank, looking at you too. I want to finish myself off!”
“Fiona was about to cum and I know she is worried about the duvet” responded David.
“Then move the fucking duvet and let me watch!”
David looked at Fiona, and recognising her affirmation, he jumped out of bed with his cock still erect and gathered the duvet away to reveal her straddled legs and an awaiting pussy.
Beckoning to Jim to join him at the end of the bed, he pushed her knees skyward, and moved his finger and thumb over her labia to reveal her lubricated and intensely pink pussy.
They stood there, awestruck at the beauty of the furling and unfurling of the layers of Fiona’s internal skin, all of which were full of motion as she watched their gaze.
Both men leant over as David worked his fingers inside her, pressing on the spot that was bound to cause an eruption. As he felt her orgasm rise, he pushed with force on her clitoris and immediately, she had gushed her stuff directly between where the two men were standing, showering the mirror on the wardrobe behind them.
Dribbles of cum rushed down the glass as the two men looked on in astonishment, each holding their helmets with a clogging grasp, desperately squashing the urge to splurge.
David clambered back onto the bed and pushed his cock back inside Fiona.
Jim knelt on the floor to watch, moving his hand up and down his erect one, ready to splatter its contents on the discarded and already dampened towels beneath.
“In or out?” David asked.
“Spunk all over me” she responded.
And as he withdrew to cum all over her, he heard the familiar groans of orgasm from the end of the bed.
Both men slumped in post orgasmic pleasure; one with back against the bed, one back in the bed smothering his juices all over Fiona’s tits.
Her delight was immeasurable. As soon as David had finished working his sperm into her torso, she reached for his hand to finish her off as a new influx of waters had already gathered inside her.
Exhaustion finally overwhelmed her and even the nagging concern of how they all might feel about this in an hour’s time did not occupy her mind.
In the last seven hours she had been on a journey beyond her already high expectations. Her lover had loved her all night. The sensuality of the intimacy had been almost unbearable and in direct contrast, she had also experienced this exciting and viewable fuck.
She adored all these sexual experiences for different reasons but what was utterly fascinating and incredibly powerful was the fact that sex could be so versatile.
You could have the intimacy with a single person and also share the joys of this sexuality with others, taking absolutely nothing away from the passion you felt for that one being.
If only others could appreciate this.
What more could be achieved?
“Coffee’s cold” said Jim. “I’ll go and make another batch”
And with that it was all over.
Forgotten? Who knows?
David lay down on the bed and pulled Fiona towards him. He rustled the duvet up to cover them, placed his arm around her and stroked her hair away from her face.
“You adorable thing” he whispered. “You special, special person.” ..............
Yet nobody really expected anything out of the ordinary.
All she was looking forward to was getting into bed with her lover, and feeling his nakedness next to her for the entire night.
It was this that she was anticipating, and her body responded accordingly at the thought of an extremely passionate night, waking up in the darkness and feeling a ready cock about to enter her.
They arrived early in the afternoon, and despite a desperate desire to feign fatigue as some hopeless excuse to celebrate her freedom, she dutifully made polite conversation with David’s friend, sipping a decent Sauvignon Blanc and munching on the feast of local purchases before them.
However, she couldn’t eradicate the thoughts of her night ahead, and often whilst David and Jim were sharing their ideas on their latest business venture, she felt her mind drifting upstairs to the huge wooden bed that she knew was clambering for her attention.
Eventually, she could contain the urge no longer and walked upstairs just so that she could familiarise herself with the room and the furniture where she was going to be both smothered with love and vigorously fucked.
The long walk down the river only escalated her anticipation. The freshness invigorated her and she enjoyed the briskness of her pace as she galloped to and fro, still thinking about the night ahead, still trying to concentrate on the natural beauty around her.
The evening too was immensely pleasurable and she laughed with the two men as they discussed their various escapades from a distant time in Mid Europe, when they were both studying for their degrees. There was something incredibly wonderful about being able to sit and discuss sexual encounters without any inhibitions or embarrassment. She wished that people were more honest, not only about their past but also about their sexual hopes.
Was there anything wrong with being a little explicit about her own fantasies, for instance? Would that be an appropriate topic of conversation?
David remembered the time that the travelling Shakespeare Company arrived in Berlin and how he had fucked Ophelia who, despite the glare of stage lights, had noticed the young man gently rubbing his dick every time she entered the stage in her negligee. As soon as the production was over, it was she that sought out her audience, rushing into the foyer as soon as the curtains closed. She’d found him easily, and had taken him back stage for a very frantic fuck before going back to his apartment for more of the same.
Jim explained how he had first experienced a threesome. His tutor had made no attempt to disguise her lust for him and in the middle of a one to one discussion about Stephen Dedalus’s psyche from a James Joyce novel he had just read, she pounced on him, offering her secretary into the bargain.
That evening they had all met at Fraulein Gerber’s maisonette and he had rogered them both senseless, yet still managed a morning wank all over them just to finish the party with a bang.
Fiona had no such experiences to share. All her sexual thoughts were carefully locked in a world that was unreal and imagined. She was a novice as far as recreational sex was concerned, and all she could offer was a memory of being somewhat drunk and watching her two friends having sex on the floor outside the University library late one night.
She’d watched with horror at their daring, hoping that nobody would see them, hoping that nobody would realise how turned on she was by this inaugural voyeurism.
The evening’s sexual nature was intensified by David ensuring that his hand slid down her blouse whilst Jim was recounting his German ménage a trois. He held her breasts firmly as Jim told of the fuck on the stairs, and it was clear that both men were aroused by the story and by the fact that there was this subtle sexuality with them in the room in the shape of Fiona’s tits peaking out of her ill-fitting bra.
Finally, it was time for bed.
It was Jim who suggested that they retire.
“You must be desperate to get his cock inside you now!” he had laughed, and Fiona made no attempt to disguise her agreement.
As they entered the bedroom, Fiona noticed a huge pile of towels that had not been there in the afternoon. Jim popped his head around the door to say goodnight, and directed his eyes to the pile that he had placed there, saying that David had suggested that more than a towel or two would be required for the juices that were going to erupt from Fiona’s fanny that night.
“Make sure they get a good douching” he said as he wandered off to his room.
They would, she thought, and pretty quickly too.
They looked at each other from their positions at the end of the bed and walked towards one another for a long and comforting kiss. His erection was there in an instant and she slipped out of her jeans to reveal her newly acquired black satin panties that were begging to be removed.
Once naked, they continued to hold one another, staring down at where their bodies were about to meet. His cock was dancing with eagerness, jumping upright and rigid as he looked longingly at the pussy and pubes he could see before him.
As they stood in front of one another, she took his cock and rubbed it up and down her clitoris until she could stand it no longer. She turned around with her hands on the edge of the bed, pushing her arse out and moved her labia to reveal a pinkness of eagerness, dripping with need, inviting his stiff one inside.
The cum poured out of her onto the wooden floor below. She was erupting and as he withdrew his cock a cascade of loveliness fell out splashing the edges of Jim’s towels.
The climbed into bed, totally wrapped in one another, oblivious to the noises they were creating. Jim wouldn’t mind. He would have expected nothing else. The realisation that David and Fiona were fucking like bunnies may even excite him and lull him into a sexual fantasy all of his own.
It is strange how everyone says that sex is exhausting, that it burns up calories and saps you of all energy when done well. Yet this night of almost uninterrupted sex was as good as seven hours of uninterrupted sleep.
When Fiona awoke a few hours later, she felt refreshed and full of life. Sex, she thought, may be energetic and lively, but for her, it was energy giving too. Without sex, she was de-motivated in other aspects of her life. Admittedly, she probably couldn’t keep this up for a week, but a couple of nights would be fine.
As soon as she opened her eyes, before she opened her eyes, she checked her cunt to see if it was capable of taking more of David’s loveliness inside her.
Everything seemed to be in working order and there was morning moistness already there to accommodate her wonderful lover.
Spooned together, she waited for signs of life, hoping that it wouldn’t be too long before he rose to greet her.
It was less than five minutes before she felt his cock tapping at the crack in her arse and she felt his grasp on her breasts tighten as he came to life once more.
He moved towards her, sucking around the nape of her neck and placing his tongue in her ear.
She arched away from him, once more pushing her bum towards his cock. Within seconds, he was inside her, at first gently moving his hips to drill his dick inside her, searching out for a G-Spot that would need very little pressure to stimulate it into action.
Just as he was about to bang her hard, there was a knock on the door.
Fiona moved forward to release David’s cock but he pulled her back, insisting without a word being spoken that he remained inside her.
Jim walked in with three cups of coffee and a bowl of fruit. He walked across the base of the bed and sat down on the chair next to the window, placing the tray on the table beside.
“I thought you might need some sustenance considering you have been fucking all night”.
Neither of them chose to deny this fact and Jim went on to complain that every time he had walked passed their doorway during the night, they seemed to be having sex.
“Did you actually get any sleep?” he enquired with a delighted smile on his face.
Still silence from the lovers until Jim suddenly realised that sex was still taking place and his eyes wandered down the bed to decipher the position that was evident for anyone with an active imagination.
“Good God man, have you still got your cock in her cunt?” he asked.
David was about to respond when there was a sudden surge of action from Fiona’s pussy.
It had always been one of her fantasies to be watched having sex, and although there was a cover over their bodies, she realised that Jim knew they were fucking. This realisation had caused a huge erection inside her that pushed hard on David’s cock. Desperate not to lose its comforting shape inside her, she prevented her orgasm from erupting and using only the pelvic muscles that she did not know were so developed, she scooped his cock back inside her, tightly and assuredly.
“You fucking horny woman. I fucking love fucking you!” was all that David was capable of saying.
He now held her tight, pushing himself further in, responding to her silent demand to remain inside her, almost oblivious to his friend who was watching on in amazement.
Jim finally asked what was going on and David explained how his lover had expelled his cock only to gather it back inside her. He explained what a complete turn on that was and how he wished his friend could see what a beautiful cunt he was fucking.
Jim responded to say that he would only be too delighted to see what was taking place beneath the covers of his visitor’s bed.
David withdrew from Fiona and pulled her onto her back. Once she was settled, he climbed on top of her into a missionary position, and slid his cock back inside her. She straddled her legs to allow him in and once she was inside her, she curled her legs around his back.
Looking over towards Jim, she noticed that he had moved his own hands towards his cock and was now fumbling under his dressing gown to reach his erection.
David glanced behind him and also noticed his friend’s satisfaction. He carefully tugged the duvet away from Fiona’s breasts, allowing Jim to see the fullness that he had held in his hands as he had fallen asleep the night before. In response to this uncovering, Fiona’s nipples sprang to life and David dived on top of them, smothering them with his mouth, still fucking her with a determined passion for her and their combined sexuality.
Fiona was delighted. Her wonderful lover was giving her the very best of morning sex and she was being watched too. She loved the idea of this other sexual man being turned on by watching his friend as he fucked his woman, even though Jim had had no sight of a cock going into a cunt.
But she held on to her orgasms, just in case a soaking of the duvet was a step too far.
David was now keen to go down on Fiona and he slid underneath the covers whilst she clasped her breasts in direct response to the motion of her lover’s tongue enticing her to a climax.
In desperation to prevent the bed getting wet, she pulled up and away from David and he returned to a lying position beside her.
They kissed once more and then lay down on the pillows and simultaneously turned their heads towards Jim.
“Why stop?” he asked. “I’m having a fine wank, looking at you too. I want to finish myself off!”
“Fiona was about to cum and I know she is worried about the duvet” responded David.
“Then move the fucking duvet and let me watch!”
David looked at Fiona, and recognising her affirmation, he jumped out of bed with his cock still erect and gathered the duvet away to reveal her straddled legs and an awaiting pussy.
Beckoning to Jim to join him at the end of the bed, he pushed her knees skyward, and moved his finger and thumb over her labia to reveal her lubricated and intensely pink pussy.
They stood there, awestruck at the beauty of the furling and unfurling of the layers of Fiona’s internal skin, all of which were full of motion as she watched their gaze.
Both men leant over as David worked his fingers inside her, pressing on the spot that was bound to cause an eruption. As he felt her orgasm rise, he pushed with force on her clitoris and immediately, she had gushed her stuff directly between where the two men were standing, showering the mirror on the wardrobe behind them.
Dribbles of cum rushed down the glass as the two men looked on in astonishment, each holding their helmets with a clogging grasp, desperately squashing the urge to splurge.
David clambered back onto the bed and pushed his cock back inside Fiona.
Jim knelt on the floor to watch, moving his hand up and down his erect one, ready to splatter its contents on the discarded and already dampened towels beneath.
“In or out?” David asked.
“Spunk all over me” she responded.
And as he withdrew to cum all over her, he heard the familiar groans of orgasm from the end of the bed.
Both men slumped in post orgasmic pleasure; one with back against the bed, one back in the bed smothering his juices all over Fiona’s tits.
Her delight was immeasurable. As soon as David had finished working his sperm into her torso, she reached for his hand to finish her off as a new influx of waters had already gathered inside her.
Exhaustion finally overwhelmed her and even the nagging concern of how they all might feel about this in an hour’s time did not occupy her mind.
In the last seven hours she had been on a journey beyond her already high expectations. Her lover had loved her all night. The sensuality of the intimacy had been almost unbearable and in direct contrast, she had also experienced this exciting and viewable fuck.
She adored all these sexual experiences for different reasons but what was utterly fascinating and incredibly powerful was the fact that sex could be so versatile.
You could have the intimacy with a single person and also share the joys of this sexuality with others, taking absolutely nothing away from the passion you felt for that one being.
If only others could appreciate this.
What more could be achieved?
“Coffee’s cold” said Jim. “I’ll go and make another batch”
And with that it was all over.
Forgotten? Who knows?
David lay down on the bed and pulled Fiona towards him. He rustled the duvet up to cover them, placed his arm around her and stroked her hair away from her face.
“You adorable thing” he whispered. “You special, special person.” ..............
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