Wednesday 18 July 2012

Role Play
The Abduction 
part 5


She looked so helpless. I felt an urge to release her from her bonds and fuck her, but intimately, with a tender passion. It was strange. But the feeling didn’t last long as I recalled her message stating that this would be the only chance I’d have to use her body. The lovey dovey thoughts evaporated quickly.
I approached her, hard-on swaying, upright, cobra-like. She growled at me as best she could with mouth ajar. Pulling her legs out straight, I sat on her thighs. I took her chin in hand and pushed my tongue through the ring gag, tasting her. Looking into her eyes I stated simply “Time to fuck you proper” and tore her pyjama top open, exposing milky white flesh and rosy nipples peaked atop small, perfectly formed tits. I took them in my hands, cupping them to gauge their slight weight and pinched her nipples, jolting her to life. Sitting back, I stroked my dick while kneading her tits. Her head was bowed, chin to chest as she watched my hands. Saliva fell down in ropes, splashing onto her belly. I plunged a hand between her thighs.. Squeezing her mound.. fingertips fondling her clit. “You’re gunna fuck me” I whispered.. “I’m gunna fuck you”.. she began to grind into my palm. Her eyes never left the head of my cock, shining slick in the light as I rolled my hand over it. I propped up on my knees and slotted into her open mouth. Holding her head down I continued the face fucking, but without much purchase I needed more. I needed to experience the sensation that only fully fledged penetration can provide, the kind that perhaps only the man garners most enjoyment from, the repetitious ins and outs, from hilt to tip. I wanted in.
I stood and walked away, mocking “Wait there”, and retrieved the camera. Click..whirr. “Another one for the grandchildren”... before returning it to the van.
I straddled C and roughly pushed her aside, leaning in to unclip the carabina. She was still in no position to fight, and the restraints and gag had subdued her a little. Maybe she just wanted to fuck as much as I did. Just as I was thinking this she arced up. In what can only be described as a bold attempt to headbutt me, she only managed to come crushing up against my steely tool. No harm done. I chuckled. “Whataya think you’re doing”... “Want some rock, is that what you want?” striking hefty blows over her forehead with my meat. She grumbled something indecipherable. I picked her up and threw her again onto my shoulder, an uncomfortable whompf of air expelled from C as I did, and took her to the fore-quarter side of the Peugeot. I stood her down and bent her over 90*, pressing her torso and face firmly into the purring warmth of the bonnet. Leaning into her, effectively pinning her to the panels, I reached around and gathered lubrication from her open mouth. Rolling off marginally, but keeping her pinned with hip and bent knee, I exposed her fully. Fumbling deep into the crease of her bum, I nudged my thumb in, and with 3 triangulated fingers worked both her receptacles to a splendid squelching rhythm. She approved.
At all points of contact I felt some tension depart her body, for the first time. It felt delicious. She was receiving me. I jammed her fuller, further, and delighted in her moans. “You like that hmmm.. Little slut”. I didn’t stop. I thought about it, but carried on. A little faster, a little deeper, my little pinky collecting her button on the inward stroke. Her approval became more obvious, I wasn’t sure if she deserved to come just yet, but I gave her more. With each stuffing C let out a throaty whimper.. “Horny little bitch aren’tcha”.. and with that she went quiet, melting into the steel panels. I removed my fingers, not wanting to give her what she wanted, and slapped her sharply across the buttocks with a juicy whack. It brought her back to life in an instant. I brought my hand down again, in much the same spot, she rippled and yelped, and tried to break free of my hold, to no avail. I pushed her further over the bonnet, her feet now off the ground, and rolled onto her, pinning her down with my weight. “I’m so fucking hard”.. I really was, achingly so. “You’ve been such a good girl”... she had been. “Time for your reward”.. and without delay I speared into her with a lusty blow. “Ahhh”.. I wasn’t quite sure which hole I’d punctured.. “So tight”... but fuck it felt good. I drew out completely, and drove in again this time with full effect; knocking some wind and a wail from C. I ground in deep and felt her limits, crushing crown against her cervix. Inside her at this point I forced more blood into my cock. The result a sizable swelling in girth, I want to let her know who’s boss. I fuck her like this for some time. Retracting all the way, pause for effect and the element of surprise, breathe in, and thrust, pause, engorge, breathe, retract. Each thrust drawing wind and wails from my little fuck doll.
So sweet. She sure knows how to make a guy feel wanted.
Her pussy now has given in to my meat. She is open, sodden, indeed weeping with our collective juice. Each inward journey bringing with it almost painfully intense sensations, relieved only by the outward slide and following release. I tease her with my cock-head, allowing her a tiny notion of forewarning, before plumbing deep. And, then, from time to time I give it to her, unable to resist I fuck her, slapping into her with fast and hearty strokes. It’s in these stanzas that I lose myself somewhat; The haze of ecstasy descends and control ebbs from my body, and if I’m not careful, flows into C. I can’t let that happen. Breathe. And back to me. Once again conscious, I carry on my fucking, although a little less invested. I take in the surroundings and step outside the event to watch from the edge of the clearing. I’m overcome by a surreal and terribly erotic dreamlike state.
But this is real.
I’m brought around sharply by the ongoing squeals of C as she receives her generous helping of dick. My thumb once again plugging her arse. “Such a good girl” spills from my lips. I sense myself to be at this point, outside reality, a bit like a pornstar might, except without an audience and no cameras. Although the lights are squarely on me, and I want to perform, desperately and just for C. Distracted by these thoughts I decide it best to ramp it up somewhat, time to break out the sweets. I rip out of my starlet and slide up between her cheeks, up and down a few times.. threatening her with an invasion. But that will come later. I reached through the drivers window... Click..Whirrr. This one a close up of my swollen prick saddled neatly between C’s cheeks, her clip-tied hands visible in the top of frame.
“Quite the family album we’re building here”..
She gave a muted complaint and wriggled a bit. It was time to relieve her of these bonds.. and introduce the next. 

A slice of she..
 Some of you may remember my best female friend 'D' from the 'Ins and Outs' post. Well, even though our sexual adventure was short-lived, we have maintained our tight knit, and she recently asked me to take some photos of her. The best part was that she wanted them done in various states of undress. Who am I to refuse. I agreed to her request on the proviso that I could keep some and work on them to produce a series of postcards for her (and me). There is an enormous amount of trust between us, so she unflinchingly obliged. The shoot itself was a highly charged affair, one which may well require reporting, some other day. Above is one of a series I produced for her, although the image has been cropped for obvious reasons. Now you can get a sense of what all the fuss was about.
high rotation...

An Awesome Wave
by
Alt-J
the stellar debut album from the incomparable and genre-bending Leeds born quartet. I've been lucky enough to catch them several times in small venues, up until now, and these guys knock out a splendid show. Still raw, but they are headed in one direction only.
Catch'em while you can.

Thursday 12 July 2012

the great debate
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Your thoughts dear readers, on a couple of matters to do with manliness and the like.
Matter 1) Recently some fellow bloggers have brought up that age old debate regarding male circumcision. As much as I don't get it (I mean we certainly don't pursue or condone the female variety) I'd like to hear the apparent for and against arguments, as there seems to be a broad spectrum of views. I sit firmly in the pro-foreskin camp. Although I had no choice in the matter, I see no reason to remove any part of the body. I am still in possession of my tonsils even though in my teenage years they caused me annual torture. As for my foreskin.. Why on earth would anyone wish to remove something that is both functional and gratifying. In my experience, it has helped maintain sensitivity and a silky smooth suppleness to the glans. It's also a remarkable masturbation tool, and lovers can use it in a multitude of torturous and teasing ways, techniques that just aren't available to my cut brothers.
But I really would like to hear the female perspective. Is there a preference and why? And does it really matter?
Matter 2) In this neck of the woods (the U.K), there has been a rather disturbing shift toward the no body hair camp. Left right and centre, more and more men are taking the time, considerable effort and expenditure to undergo any number of epilation treatments. Call me a traditionalist, or just plain daft... but I just don't get it. I understand that a degree of maintenance is required in certain areas, and that those who have excessive hair might feel the need to thin out in part... but really, to devoid oneself of hair follicles is in my eyes just a tad peculiar. But maybe I'm missing something. Maybe I'm showing my age. Has the term man been re-invented behind my back? Have I lost touch with the wider world? Is this really what the ladies want?
Please let me know your thoughts on these delicate matters. I've included a photo of myself with foreskin and hair intact. I await response and recommendations with scissors and epilator in hand.

Friday 6 July 2012

Role Play
The Abduction 
part 4

There was no time to fuck around.
I left the motor running, the park lights illuminated the scene adequately, however I’d brought an additional camp light which cast an eerie milky blue glow around the clearing. As my eyes adjusted, I wondered if perhaps the light was too much, possibly visible from a distance? Needing to check, I walked off in the direction that we had come from, not far. It was quite noticeable, except once a few bends had been made there was very little to suggest our presence, and one would have to be searching the woods with intent. At least that’s what I told myself.
Back at the car I arranged some kit so it would be easily accessed. Rope, the restraint, its locks opened, and the Polaroid. Using the thickest rope available I rigged a loop around one of the more sizeable trees, ready for tethering. The whole time C made sporadic cries for help which sounded more like moans of pleasure from inside her prison. Won’t be long now, I found myself saying, not loud enough for her to hear, more for me. Moving hastily, I prepared the scene further, ensuring that everything necessary was in place and easily reachable. I could feel the pill.. the pulsing and heated sensation in my nether regions was quite peculiar. Time for C to get a better picture of what she was up against.
I donned the butchers mit and retrieved the ring gag from my tool kit. It’s a fabulous bit of equipment, a real mouth opener. Moving around the side of the van I popped the sliding door and revealed the lovely C.. all curled up and somewhat sedate, although it appeared the trip had taken its toll. “Poor dear”... Her face was nearest to me as she lay on her right side. Perfect. “Let me help you breathe”. Lifting her head I unravelled the tape, swiftly ripping the last of it, then removed the soaked knickers from her mouth and threw them into the front of the cab, on the dash. She coughed and spluttered and cursed and spat at me. “Dirty little bitch, you better watch your mouth” at which point the expletives came thick and fast, as she strained at ankle and wrist. I chuckled, out loud, and through jeans massaged my thickening meat. I wanted to show C my cock. She’d seen a picture of it in a mild state of arousal, but in the flesh, with visual reference, I’m sure it would seem bigger. Letting her catch her breath, I fetched the Polaroid and put it on the roof of the van within arm’s reach. I felt the need to document this, I wanted proof.
Removing the gag from my pocket I dangled it in front of C’s face.. “Shall we open you up”. She struggled and clamped her jaw shut. I prodded her to invoke a reaction, but she refused to relax her jaw, so I blocked her nose and held it tight, smothering her head in the process. “Let’s see how long you can hold your breath sweety”.. turns out not long. My mesh clad thumb was in her open mouth in a nano-second and from there it was a relatively simple task to prise her open and install the ring. Once in place it cannot go anywhere, it’s really quite remarkable. C does have a big mouth, which is lucky for us both. “Yesss that’s the way” I fastened the leather strap and let her calm down a little. “What a pretty picture”. I reached for the Polaroid and fired it up. Before C could react I snapped off a pic and waited for the flash to re-charge. She didn’t seem to mind too much, although I definitely caught her off guard. Time to reveal her next meal. 
“Look at you... You wanna taste some cock don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, I could tell she did. I removed the mesh glove and put it on the dash. I needed both hands free to manipulate and operate. Standing in front of C and feeling rather pleased with myself, mighty almost, I popped the button on my strides and undid my zip. Although C was making uncomfortable noises, her eyes were trained keenly on my package. It thickened. I removed my strides and let them fall to the ground and stood there momentarily, a thin layer of elasticised fabric the only barrier between me and the searing heat of C’s awaiting mouth. I fired up the Polaroid once more and prepared for the reveal. Deliberately, and painstakingly, I peeled away my jox. Just at the point where my dick sprang out I snapped another picture, hopefully catching C in her eye widened state. My meat was at that particular stage of arousal. Not yet erect, still falling downward, but swollen, fat and heavy looking. The state where a woman’s mouth is all that’s needed to arc it’s back and set it throbbing. I could see the mixed emotion in C’s eyes, a generous helping of want and anticipation with more than just a little touch of terror. She was, after all, immobilised, her mouth jarred open, mine to use.
I reached in and dragged C to the very edge of the mattress, bringing her head within striking distance. Centimetres from C’s eyes and nose I handled my cock, rolling foreskin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of my glans as it hardened. I playfully prodded at C, nudging the thick crown into her eye and cheek before bringing its widened girth down with a hefty slap across her forehead. She flinched and whimpered something but it made little sense to me. I dragged the meatus along the ridge of her nose and over her top lip, leaving a slick trail in its wake. I placed a hand on C’s pretty face, resting on her cheek, and fed my engorged dick through the gaping ring into the sublime heat. Monumental relief swept through me once inside, and I snapped instantly to rigid attention. “That’s better isn’t it”.
Enough of the niceties, lets have it. I wrapped my right hand around C’s neck, squeezing, and pushed into her. I felt some resistance hitting the back of her throat. Removing myself briefly, I adjusted C’s head to allow an easier passage. She knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. Aligning myself better worked a treat. As I forced the entire length of shaft into her mouth I could feel the expansion in her throat as it gave way. She struggled for breath with her nose nestled into my pubis. But with the better part of a foot of cock in her mouth it wasn’t easy to mutter ‘Oranges’. It didn’t matter. I let her struggle before giving in and pulling out. She gagged and tears streamed from her eyes. Drool and pre-cum ribboned from the corner of her mouth. I gave her a moment to recover, to plead, but nothing. Feeding back into her mouth was utter bliss, and the fucking began. “You like that don’t you”..no reply.. “I love a girl who enjoys a bit of cock”.. Steadily I drove my stiff pole back and forth, the spluttering sounds music to my ears, the spit and tears and sex juice mixing an elixir of lust. “Such a good girl”. 
I pulled out of C and my cock arched fiercely skyward, sending several strands of said elixir through the air. C gasped for oxygen. I grabbed the Polaroid.. click..whirr. Moving to the back of the van I opened the doors and was greeted with C lashing out wildly with her feet. I pounced on her, trapping her legs. She struggled and writhed but she couldn’t stop me now. I felt as if in a frenzy, I had only one desire, to feel her cunt clamped tight around me. I clawed and tore at her pyjamas and managed to remove them mostly. I could smell her arousal and heat from close proximity and our pheromones mingled, creating a heady cocktail. Without delay I introduced my swollen knobend to her, parting her already drenched folds.. Shuffling about I manoeuvred myself into position and punched her deep with cock. I couldn’t quite bury it but I delighted in C’s wails as I pumped, furiously, with no concern other than my own pleasure. Grabbing a handful of hair and another full of hip I pummelled C like a man possessed, grunting and drooling as I went. Her little cunt felt divine, but position-wise, it was more than a tad awkward. I ripped my cock from its housing and slapped it across C’s butt cheek. I could easily have brought myself to orgasm there and then, but refrained and re-focussed.
Dragging C out of the van I carried her around and into the light. Propping her up against the tree I clipped her wrists to the looped rope with a carabina. I rolled the mattress and placed it in the middle of the clearing within the ring of glowing light. To the side of the mattress I put the kit bag containing all the tools I’d need for our foray.
I turned my head and eyed up my prey..