Monday 21 May 2012

Morning glory..
She’d  awoken to find him straddling her chest. She’d not opened her eyes at first but waited for him to kiss her. His hand reached round and found her pussy through the bedclothes. He began to caress her lightly there. She pretended to stay asleep until he slapped her playfully on the cheek with his fully erect cock. His gravelly morning voice said Wake up woman, there’s work to do”.
To which she replied sleepily as she opened her eyes ‘Mmmm, yeah, what?’
“Oh, a bit of this he said as he forced his prick up against her lips. And released her from his hold. She rolled over onto her side and looked out the window to see what kind of day she was facing. Another typical day of glaring white heat, that spoke of a day indoors under the ceiling fans sipping margaritas. They did indeed have a lot of work to do, but not the kind he was currently insisting upon. Not that she minded being woken up this way. In fact it really turned her on. She pulled the sheets up and away from her body and exposed her back side to him. He was still waiting for an answer. “So?” he said. Mmmmm soon, she said. “No, now.” He replied, and slipped a finger between her crack. She sighed with mock effort and rolled completely onto her stomach slowly spreading her legs. With this motion he moved between her thighs and pushed them further apart. He leaned down to whisper in her ear “I’ve been awake all night thinking about you, about this. And I’ve been very patient till now”.  She was fully awake and could hear the smile in his voice and was about to say something smart but his very hard cock was forcing it’s way in and all she could say was Uh, uhh, oh yes. She knew what to expect next. So she braced herself. He had a very specific way of fucking her. He liked to pump her very, very slowly for a long time and then every so often pause, align himself and then follow with several very hard fast deep thrusts.
While he slowly pumped she could almost be lulled into a state of passivity or sleepiness except she knew that at any second he might run his hands slowly down her sides and grab her arse. Draw his penis almost fully out of her now very slick passage, pause for the briefest of seconds and then slam it back in as hard as he dared. This never failed to force the wind from her lungs sharply and bring her dangerously close to the edge. So now she closed her eyes, bit her lips and pushed her hands up against the wall. He leaned in again and said “Make me want you”. She arched her back, announcing her want and moaned. A barely audible Yes escaped his lips as he drew himself back and, then, for the first time that day began to fuck her in his own very special way.

Wednesday 16 May 2012


Role Play – Limits and Boundaries
How far are you willing to go?
Exactly the sort of question that I like to hear from my partner. That’s the necessary level of exploration that is required to pique my interest. I enjoy discussing fantasies, planning and setting out elaborate stories with my lover. It helps if she is not shy in coming forward, because it’s important, in my opinion, to facilitate each other, outside and beyond the usual realms of sex and love-making, to avoid any routine that can creep into otherwise busy lives.
Besides, I’m a risk taker and it’s fun.
But when it comes out of nowhere, from an acquaintance, it’s another world altogether.
First things first, I’m terribly single, have been for awhile now. And I don’t get too many opportunities, so I’ve learnt to grab them when they crop up, with both hands. It makes sense.
Monday night I received a message from a (not so close) friend of mine who shall remain nameless. We’ve never had sex before, but there’s been flirting, and contact (some physical, some photographic) in the past. We’ve often found each other at various parties and talked, predominantly, utter filth. There’s an obvious attraction, she stirs my loins with her devilish smile and devious conversation. She is a fetish enthusiast, which to me is infinitely intriguing, although I dabble only from time to time.

The txt read:
This may b inappropriate, but i want u 2 cum 2 my house 1 night soon, kick in my bedroom door, bind me & drag me 2 your van. U need 2 be ruff coz i’m gunna resist & will fight!! Chuck me in the back & take me 2 the woods somewhere & fuck the living daylights out of me pls. Seriously. I dont care what u do. Harder the better. Is that something u could do 4 me? I hope so. Cxx

How does one respond to such a text. Other than – With pleasure.. 
After I pressed send, my thoughts, along with my blood, started to rush. Bouncing between self preservation and sexual gratification, a thousand little details flashed before my eyes. Many of them quite obscene. I started to play it out in my mind and became so aroused that my hard-on pained me. I began to wonder if she wasn’t just taking the piss, because it seemed in that instant, too good to be true. But then I retraced our many conversations over the last couple of years, and came to the conclusion that she really did want me to go through with this. We’d spoken of much worse, and established our limits within many make believe scenarios. Up until now I had thought of her purely as a sounding board, never considering that anything would come of it. I guess through those many hours we were sizing each other up, grooming, indirectly, and propositioning. It just hadn’t occurred to me. 
More blood rushed in, and my excitement doubled.
The question now burning in the forecourt of my mind was.... Just how far does she want me to take this?
Obviously I don’t want to hurt her.. but she needs to be sufficiently over-powered. She wants to be roughed up and taken, thoroughly. Used and abused without fearing for her life. Essentially this was the crux of her story, her fantasy.
I started to think of how to restrain her and how to protect myself in the process. I’m sure I could man-handle her, but she’s feisty, and she told me she was going to fight. And she would. I’d have to remove her arms and legs from the battle as quickly as possible. If not she would for sure go for the family jewels, and damage. I would need to use all of my 30kg weight advantage. And then some. Perhaps wear a box, just in case.
Tape, zip-locks, rope, chain.. any or all of these would be required. A gag of some description. A mattress in the back of the van would afford her a modicum of comfort. Removing her from the house would be an issue.. her flatmates might not approve.. and the neighbours.. Shit. Nothing I couldn’t work my way around I figured. I’d need to remove the company logos from the van without a doubt. Safety.. her wellbeing whilst travelling is a major concern. What if I had an accident, or someone drove into me? She could die. Her life would definitely be at risk rolling around in the back of the van. Could I take that risk? Could I risk losing my friend altogether, or her suffering a debilitating paralysis? And prison... What if I was stopped by the police for some freak search or something? Surely that wouldn’t go down well. How would I explain the bound and gagged hotty on the makeshift mattress in the back and a box full of tools and toys?
Needless to say I started leaning toward the ‘No can do’ corner.
Even a signed confession and liability waiver wouldn’t protect us in the event of something going horribly wrong. Both our lives could easily be ruined.. and for what? And for what?
Sexual adventure.
As sublime an adventure as it would no doubt be, I was quickly convincing myself that the risks were too high. At that very moment another message arrived..
It was from she, and read:
These r the only conditions under which you will get 2 fuck me... EVER! Give me a 3 day window 2 warn the roomys, week nights are better.. And drive safely. XX

Holy shit.. does she have some sort of hyperlink into my thoughts?..
Fuck.
What to do?
listen to the man...

'It's a characteristic of human nature that the best qualities, called up quickly in a crisis, are very often the hardest to find in a prosperous calm'.

G.D.Roberts (author, former heroin addict, bank robber, escapist, mafioso, smuggler, humanitarian and all round nice guy)

This strikes me as a rather sad indictment on the way in which we think, and how we care for our fellow beings. I've seen it in effect many times and it's something that bothers me immensely.
The question is... What am I going to do about it?

Stay tuned for the answer...
choice butts #6....
Thank you kindly to the dear reader who sent me this divine picture. You shall remain anonymous as requested, but may I just take this opportunity to say what a stunning vision you provide. Beyond choice. What I wouldn't do to get my hands on you. (I hope you don't mind the minor colourations that I carried out).

Monday 14 May 2012

Saturday 12 May 2012

A further slice of bhp...... (upon request)

Following a chat with a dear reader of this blog, it was her request that I post a picture of my feet. Not the most gainly of body parts I'm sure... However the aim is to please, so here they are in all their.... well here they are!
If any of you out there have any suggestions or requests, of what you might like to see.. then feel free to ask the question of me.
You never know, you just might get what you ordered.
Xbhp
A hero departs...

Maurice Sendak, brilliant illustrator and author, most notably of my all time favourite childrens book when I was growing up (and to this day)'Where the Wild Things Are', passed away on May 8th, aged 83.
Long may his wild rumpus continue in the imaginations of little and big children everywhere.

Thank you Mr.Sendak

Tuesday 1 May 2012

A jeans clad slice of bhp..
front..
or back.. which do you prefer?
Choice Cuts #14...

Wanderluster
by
Band of Skulls
I have an insatiable wanderlust, so the track title alone grabbed my by the proverbials, but the song, the song tugs at them with gusto (like a Chinese woman in dispute over a parking spot) and hasn't let go.