Boat Trip

Masturbation Monday, Horny Hour and Friday Flash!

I’m quite pleased with this one. My first story involving two guys, and I managed to hit all three prompts!

‘How did I let you talk me into this?’ Nessa said when they were alone in their cabin. ‘I know you want to get in his pants but you have to drag me along too?’ Nessa didn’t mind him fucking other people, but the closest she’d been to watching him had been a couple of months ago when he’d persuaded her to go to a seedy porn theatre and she’d stood beside him in the toilet cubicle as some random guy sucked his cock through a glory hole.

‘He asked to meet you, he keeps asking. I can’t make any more excuses. It’s only two days, be nice, please? I’ll make it up to you. And it’s not like that, sure I’d like to fuck him but I don’t think he’s interested.’

‘Yeah right, he had a damn hard on by the time he’d finished hugging you.’ She’d felt it as he’d pulled her in for a hug too. Mark kissed her long and hard, leaving her wet and breathless. ‘Can’t we just stay down here for a while?’

‘No, we can’t. I don’t think Paul would be very happy if we spent the whole weekend in here.’ He led her back on deck.

She tried to make conversation, but a lot of it was about their work, the size of the yacht, which was huge and where they were going. In the end she just sat sipping at a glass of wine, the sun was starting to give her a headache and the motion of the yacht wasn’t helping either. ‘I’m sorry, she said, standing up. ‘I’m not feeling too good. I think I’ll go and lie down for a while.’

She woke up a couple of hours later, her headache had gone. She got up and went to find Mark, she couldn’t believe he hadn’t come down to check on her. As she wandered along the hallway she could hear the splash of water and the low murmur of voices. She came to the bathroom, the door was open. The two men were in the shower, soaping each other and she watched as Paul slid his hand up and down his own cock at the same time as Mark’s. They rubbed up against each other and as Paul pushed Mark down onto his knees he saw Nessa standing there. He gave her a wolfish grin as he grabbed Mark’s head and forced his cock into his mouth. As she felt herself grow wet Nessa thought that maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Thoughts on Facial Hair

Kink of the Week Feb 16-29: Facial Hair

Man with beard and candy in his mouth

Image courtesy of Eugene Noale

So this one is pretty straight forward I think, do you have a thing for facial hair or not?

Do you love a man with a full thick beard, or maybe a mustache? What about a neatly trimmed goatee or is a full set of side burns? Do you love a man with 5 o’clock shadow or maybe you prefer him cleanly shaven? What it is about his facial hair, or lack of that does it for you? Alternatively maybe you are just not bothered, does how he keeps his facial hair make no difference to you whatsoever. What do you find sexy about a man’s facial hair?

Gentlemen, what about you? Do you remember your first shave? Did you teach yourself or maybe it was a rite of passage shared with a parent or parent figure. Is shaving a necessary evil or do you enjoy it? Maybe you have given up shaving and grown a beard. If so, why and have you always been that way or did you suddenly decide to make a change? Has anyone ever commented on your choice of facial hair? Have you ever had a partner who got off on your being shaved or bearded? Would you/have you changed your facial hair-styling preference for a partner if they expressed a preference?

Whatever your point of view about facial hair lets hear about it!

I never really thought I had a ‘type’. I was never particularly drawn to one type of man. I think the only thing that I really looked for was someone who was taller than me, and as I’m not that tall it wasn’t a problem. When it came to facial hair as I got older if a man had a goatee and a shaved head I’d find that attracted me more than if he were clean shaven, but the most important thing to me was that he had a cock. I didn’t care about facial hair. Although it does feel good, I love the feel of stubble against my skin. I had never been with anyone with a full beard though, I just never met anyone who had one.

I still don’t mind about facial hair, I still prefer a goatee over clean-shaven but since I’ve been with Sir I’ve also come to appreciate a full beard. He started growing it this time last year and it was pretty impressive, it was soft and I know at times he found it annoying but he persevered. He’s always wanted a big beard. And then, a couple of weeks ago, spur of the moment, he shaved it off. It was strange to see his face again, but it really doesn’t make a difference to me. Hairy or not, he’s still Sir. (Although I do hope he grows it again).

This was last October.


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Almost Over

February Photofest Day 27

Almost the end of February, almost the end of February Photofest 😦

I’ve enjoyed it, although some days it’s been a challenge to find a photo I’m happy with, but I suppose that’s part of the idea.

I’ll still be taking and posting photographs but it probably won’t be every day, sorry 🙂

I took some new ones this morning and I’m not really happy with any of them, too rushed and too lazy really. It can be difficult to find quiet time to take a decent photo and sometimes there’s no inspiration either. But I am going to work on it!

I thought I’d post a few, different crops, different edits because I couldn’t pick one.

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Horny Hour #8

Prompt #12


So yesterday (or today as I am writing this) was apparently national drink wine day. So it seemed only sensible to use that for this weeks prompt.

First off I like to say this isn’t what I was planning to post for Horny Hour, there will be another part of the story (or something equally filthy) very soon, promise.

I’ve had a week of to-ing and fro-ing to various appointments this week and I’m temporarily sorted out. I have a couple of months breathing space to decide whether I want to re-enter the real world or go sick long-term. Time will tell.

In the next couple of months I am seriously going to work on my novel, I’m not intending for it to have an impact on the blog. I have hours now when I can do what I like and not have to worry that I should be doing something else (and I may even post extracts).

The reason this post links into the prompt is that the one thing I really look forward to, one of the things that has kept me going, is the glass or two of wine I have of an evening when Sir is here. I don’t usually drink when he isn’t here and I really enjoy our routine. On Friday he drives down after work and we talk. Sometimes we have dinner, sometimes not. But I love just lying beside him, talking, kissing and just enjoying each others company. Saturday is Netflix and chill, and another couple of glasses. And we drink just enough. Just enough to add a little something extra. I like a couple of drinks before sex and I don’t want to lose that, but one of the medications I’ve been prescribed tells me I can’t drink. So, for now, I’m not taking those tablets, they’re the new ones for anxiety, which isn’t too bad (mostly) and my doctor is away (typical). So until I get to talk to him and get something else I’ll just be taking the anti-depressants.

I need to keep hold of the little things.

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