I thought it was worth sharing that, the week before last, we had a lot of fun with a Swedish guy we met on a swinging website :)
It was quite unusual because I knew practically nothing about him - I'd seen a couple of pics and read a couple of brief text messages, but Issy had a good feeling about him, so we just kind of skipped to the end and invited him over :-P
As it turns out, Issy was spot on - he was a great guy - very funny and absolutely on our wavelength. Issy dressed up in tight shiny leggings for him, which he told us beforehand he has a thing for, and after they were peeled off, she got a very thorough rimming ;-) Not something we have done a lot, but perhaps that might change, because it certainly seemed to have a very well received effect :-P
We also talked about some of the bizarre social situations swinging puts you in - even after having just fucked my wife and cum on her pussy, it could still be ever so slightly awkward asking for refill of a drink lol ;-)
All in all, we had a very hot evening, full of dirtiness and lots of laughter. Hope we'll see him again before too long...
Trist
Sunday, 10 June 2012
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Infidelity
Up until recently we've always had a pretty hard line on playing with people who don't have their partner's consent. But as with soooo many of the rules we've made, this one seems to have slipped a bit, having come up against it (so to speak) while horny...
So, to begin with, as anyone who has been on swinging websites for any amount of time will know, almost everyone is looking for single females to come play with them, and there are not many of them around. Conversely, single males are plentiful, to say the least.
If you're a reasonably young, attractive couple on one of these sites, you can expect a LOT of offers from guys and you can afford to be pretty picky - and I'm sure it's that times a million if you're a hot single female. It's entirely normal for couples and single females to block single males altogether, or to have pretty brutal requirements on their profile: VWE guys only, 8" or more, must be hung like a donkey, and so on ;-) So, if you are fortunate enough to have a sexy woman contact *you*, you need to grab her with both hands hehe ;-P
So, sitting there with a hard cock, looking at pics of a hot 24yo girl who wants to come fuck us both, when she says "I do have a bf but he doesn't know about this", oddly enough, it starts to seem very much like *her* business ;-)
In fact, once you've made that decision, it starts to become more than a little flattering - chatting to her online and getting her to play with herself while her boyfriend is in the next room was a big turn-on, much as I thought I would never be able to compartmentalise enough to enjoy that. We are planning a meet with her when we can arrange it (not easy!), so watch this space... :-P
But, for better or for worse, our recent throwing of the rule book out the window didn't stop there.
We have a married friend, Tom, who is an actor with a touring theatre company, and sometimes he stays with us for the night when he is in the area. He knows about us being swingers, and we've (somewhat unkindly) teased him with pictures of Issy in various states of undress / fuckedness on several occasions before. He and Issy actually fucked before the two of us were together, and it's been clear for some time that a repeat of that would make them both very happy. However, we've always ruled that out, on account of him having a young family and we really would not feel happy being the ones to jeopardise that.
So - what changed? Did we just decide one day not to give a fuck?
Not exactly - or at least I *hope* that's not what happened. Tom confessed to us that things had not been great in his marriage for a long time. He told us he had had an affair, not just of the lust variety, but of the heart as well, and that he'd thought of leaving his wife and family, but had decided to stay and try to make the best of it. He also told us he'd had other sexual encounters, including a threesome with another couple.
At some point during this long conversation, as we gave him what advice we could and tried to help him figure things out, it became obvious that any playing we might do would be irrelevant - a night of meaningless fucking is not (at least to our minds) a big deal compared to falling in love with someone else. So he became just a friend in need of comfort (albeit a dashing, tall, blonde, sexy one hehe) and so comfort him we did - or rather mostly Issy did ;-) I opted to take quite a back seat and just watch Issy go to work on him - I love seeing her give another guy a treat - and mmmmmmmmmm she did a good job :-P
When he was spent, I put my cock in her mouth and she sucked down my cum while Tom watched, and then we sent him off to bed with a smile on his face ;-)
I'm not exactly proud of this - in fact, I would be very sad if his wife ever found out, because I'm pretty sure it would really hurt her. But I don't see any reason for that to happen and, ultimately, it is up to Tom what level of honesty he is comfortable with in his relationship - and I'm not sure anyone on the outside has all the facts to pass judgement on that.
I guess that means that place in the special hell is fully reserved for us now. But, as we've said before, at least a lot of our friends will be there :-P
Trist
So, to begin with, as anyone who has been on swinging websites for any amount of time will know, almost everyone is looking for single females to come play with them, and there are not many of them around. Conversely, single males are plentiful, to say the least.
If you're a reasonably young, attractive couple on one of these sites, you can expect a LOT of offers from guys and you can afford to be pretty picky - and I'm sure it's that times a million if you're a hot single female. It's entirely normal for couples and single females to block single males altogether, or to have pretty brutal requirements on their profile: VWE guys only, 8" or more, must be hung like a donkey, and so on ;-) So, if you are fortunate enough to have a sexy woman contact *you*, you need to grab her with both hands hehe ;-P
So, sitting there with a hard cock, looking at pics of a hot 24yo girl who wants to come fuck us both, when she says "I do have a bf but he doesn't know about this", oddly enough, it starts to seem very much like *her* business ;-)
In fact, once you've made that decision, it starts to become more than a little flattering - chatting to her online and getting her to play with herself while her boyfriend is in the next room was a big turn-on, much as I thought I would never be able to compartmentalise enough to enjoy that. We are planning a meet with her when we can arrange it (not easy!), so watch this space... :-P
But, for better or for worse, our recent throwing of the rule book out the window didn't stop there.
We have a married friend, Tom, who is an actor with a touring theatre company, and sometimes he stays with us for the night when he is in the area. He knows about us being swingers, and we've (somewhat unkindly) teased him with pictures of Issy in various states of undress / fuckedness on several occasions before. He and Issy actually fucked before the two of us were together, and it's been clear for some time that a repeat of that would make them both very happy. However, we've always ruled that out, on account of him having a young family and we really would not feel happy being the ones to jeopardise that.
So - what changed? Did we just decide one day not to give a fuck?
Not exactly - or at least I *hope* that's not what happened. Tom confessed to us that things had not been great in his marriage for a long time. He told us he had had an affair, not just of the lust variety, but of the heart as well, and that he'd thought of leaving his wife and family, but had decided to stay and try to make the best of it. He also told us he'd had other sexual encounters, including a threesome with another couple.
At some point during this long conversation, as we gave him what advice we could and tried to help him figure things out, it became obvious that any playing we might do would be irrelevant - a night of meaningless fucking is not (at least to our minds) a big deal compared to falling in love with someone else. So he became just a friend in need of comfort (albeit a dashing, tall, blonde, sexy one hehe) and so comfort him we did - or rather mostly Issy did ;-) I opted to take quite a back seat and just watch Issy go to work on him - I love seeing her give another guy a treat - and mmmmmmmmmm she did a good job :-P
When he was spent, I put my cock in her mouth and she sucked down my cum while Tom watched, and then we sent him off to bed with a smile on his face ;-)
I'm not exactly proud of this - in fact, I would be very sad if his wife ever found out, because I'm pretty sure it would really hurt her. But I don't see any reason for that to happen and, ultimately, it is up to Tom what level of honesty he is comfortable with in his relationship - and I'm not sure anyone on the outside has all the facts to pass judgement on that.
I guess that means that place in the special hell is fully reserved for us now. But, as we've said before, at least a lot of our friends will be there :-P
Trist
Losing it... (part 2)
So, I guess a key turning point for me was finding music or, more specifically, being in a band. By the time I was 14 or 15, I'd learnt to play the guitar sufficiently well to impress a few people at parties with some riffs, and started up a band with a few guys I knew. It was the only band in our year group, and was therefore the coolest ;-) So we played a bunch of dirty punk at various parties and sounded like shit, but it got me noticed and, most importantly, got me to the place where, miraculously, I found myself being pursued rather than having to do the chasing myself :-)
So that bought me a lot of chances to talk to girls, a few slow dances and (with hindsight) some very VERY obvious flirting, but I was still too much of a chicken to make the next move. Looking back now, it's unbelievable how thick I was - what exactly did I *think* it meant when a girl spent a whole party sitting on my lap with her arms around me!? And, as we'll see, I did not get to be any less of a dumbass any time soon lol ;-)
Various cringeworthy anecdotes follow on from this, which perhaps I'll fill in at some point, but eventually, I heard on the grapevine that there were three different girls who "fancied" me and was advised by my less-fuckwit-than-me male friends that I should basically pick one. One of these was an Iberian rock chick named Natasha, who I thought was pretty cool and who most certainly made stirrings in my teenage trousers ;-) And, as luck would have it, a few of us were invited to her house for her 16th birthday party the following weekend.
In what can only be described as an idiotic display of blindness and naivety, I proceeded to spend the entire night with her on the sofa, cuddling, stroking and eventually sleeping, but I still didn't pluck up the courage to try and kiss her. Why I didn't is kind of baffling to me now but, from what I can remember, I think I was incredulous that she might actually think I was hot, and so, even in the face of frankly overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I failed to believe she wanted me to make a move. Doh!
Anyway, we hung out a lot on lunch breaks after that, chatted extensively and held hands (awwww) and I eventually got around to asking her out - to see a movie. I guess something finally clicked before that first date and, in somewhat of a Jekyl & Hyde reversal of previous events, this time I went in all tongues blazing ;-) And so, in the grand tradition of horny teenagers, we sat in the back row and snogged and missed the entire film :-P
We went out for many months - a LONG time when you're a teenager - and most of my first real sexual experiences happened with Natasha during that time. I remember lots of fumbling with press studs on the bottom of the bodies she used to wear, and excited phone calls to my best friend to tell him I'd played with her tits, or "fingered her" or that I'd licked her pussy. Such innocent, dirty fun mmmmm :-P
But we didn't go the whole hog, so to speak. With hindsight, I think the main reason why is that I just had *no* idea how to talk about it, no clue how to even begin the conversation. If only I knew then what I knew now hehe...
Trist
So that bought me a lot of chances to talk to girls, a few slow dances and (with hindsight) some very VERY obvious flirting, but I was still too much of a chicken to make the next move. Looking back now, it's unbelievable how thick I was - what exactly did I *think* it meant when a girl spent a whole party sitting on my lap with her arms around me!? And, as we'll see, I did not get to be any less of a dumbass any time soon lol ;-)
Various cringeworthy anecdotes follow on from this, which perhaps I'll fill in at some point, but eventually, I heard on the grapevine that there were three different girls who "fancied" me and was advised by my less-fuckwit-than-me male friends that I should basically pick one. One of these was an Iberian rock chick named Natasha, who I thought was pretty cool and who most certainly made stirrings in my teenage trousers ;-) And, as luck would have it, a few of us were invited to her house for her 16th birthday party the following weekend.
In what can only be described as an idiotic display of blindness and naivety, I proceeded to spend the entire night with her on the sofa, cuddling, stroking and eventually sleeping, but I still didn't pluck up the courage to try and kiss her. Why I didn't is kind of baffling to me now but, from what I can remember, I think I was incredulous that she might actually think I was hot, and so, even in the face of frankly overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I failed to believe she wanted me to make a move. Doh!
Anyway, we hung out a lot on lunch breaks after that, chatted extensively and held hands (awwww) and I eventually got around to asking her out - to see a movie. I guess something finally clicked before that first date and, in somewhat of a Jekyl & Hyde reversal of previous events, this time I went in all tongues blazing ;-) And so, in the grand tradition of horny teenagers, we sat in the back row and snogged and missed the entire film :-P
We went out for many months - a LONG time when you're a teenager - and most of my first real sexual experiences happened with Natasha during that time. I remember lots of fumbling with press studs on the bottom of the bodies she used to wear, and excited phone calls to my best friend to tell him I'd played with her tits, or "fingered her" or that I'd licked her pussy. Such innocent, dirty fun mmmmm :-P
But we didn't go the whole hog, so to speak. With hindsight, I think the main reason why is that I just had *no* idea how to talk about it, no clue how to even begin the conversation. If only I knew then what I knew now hehe...
Trist
Monday, 30 April 2012
Good friends
We spent the weekend at some friends who we have played with a few times before: John and Clarissa. We've known John a long long time and, although he and Clarissa have been together less than a year, we have all got very close very quickly :-)
Now, like I've said before, this blog is about the reality of swinging not just the balls-deep-in-pussy fantasy. So, while this might have been a story about swapping while the kids slept upstairs, or about fucking in a sex club with a group of onlookers - both of which were on the cards at one point or another this weekend - instead, it was about four of us cuddling up on the sofa together and watching some telly.
"Lame", you might say. Or you might wonder why I'm writing about it on a blog that is about sex and swinging. But I guess my point is that, at least for us (and I'm very willing to accept there may be other schools of thought), it's all about creating an atmosphere where everyone can feel relaxed and happy. And that means, as much as anything else, being comfortable enough to say "no" when it's not what you want, without fear of causing upset or resentment.
So I'm proud that we have a relationship with J & C that is open and uninhibited enough not only for us to be able to get naked together and play, but also for any of us to say that we aren't feeling it for whatever reason, and for us to hang out as close friends and have a great time together, with our clothes on :)
Trist
Now, like I've said before, this blog is about the reality of swinging not just the balls-deep-in-pussy fantasy. So, while this might have been a story about swapping while the kids slept upstairs, or about fucking in a sex club with a group of onlookers - both of which were on the cards at one point or another this weekend - instead, it was about four of us cuddling up on the sofa together and watching some telly.
"Lame", you might say. Or you might wonder why I'm writing about it on a blog that is about sex and swinging. But I guess my point is that, at least for us (and I'm very willing to accept there may be other schools of thought), it's all about creating an atmosphere where everyone can feel relaxed and happy. And that means, as much as anything else, being comfortable enough to say "no" when it's not what you want, without fear of causing upset or resentment.
So I'm proud that we have a relationship with J & C that is open and uninhibited enough not only for us to be able to get naked together and play, but also for any of us to say that we aren't feeling it for whatever reason, and for us to hang out as close friends and have a great time together, with our clothes on :)
Trist
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Losing it...
Issy and I had pretty much totally opposite experiences with our early sex lives and with losing our virginity, and I think maybe it's interesting to know the back story. I'll let Issy tell hers (it's a much hornier story than mine) but here's what I remember...
I was interested in girls and sex from what seems like a pretty early age, although I have no real idea what is "normal", to be honest. Despite not having the internet in those long ago days, before I left primary school I'd seen plenty of soft porn via porno mags, and had avidly read the stories they contained. It's funny that the pictures seemed the most exciting part at the time, but it's the stories that have stuck with me. I remember one in particular, written from a wife's point of view, where she describes getting all dressed up like a slut, going out, and bringing home a guy to fuck her in front of her husband. He watches her get fucked and eventually licks the other guy's cum from his wife's pussy. And just to put the icing on the cake, when this other guy pops out for a piss and is gone for a while, she finds him fucking her teenage daughter, and just lets them have at it. That kind of blew my mind, as I recall.
ANYWAY, it's fair to say I understood the mechanics long before I was in a position to participate; I was a pretty late developer and didn't have my first "successful" wank until I was maybe 14 or 15. So I was very aware of what a man's body should be able to do, and therefore what mine wasn't ready to do yet. In my mind, I wanted to kiss girls, I wanted to feel tits and lick pussy, and the funny thing is that what scared me wasn't necessarily the idea of outright rejection. I remember very clearly this picture I had in my head, of being at some party and somehow managing to interest some hot girl. And I'd imagine us sneaking off somewhere quiet and me putting my hand up her top, slipping my hand down her knickers. And then I'd imagine her peeling off my trousers to find my little boy's penis and realising I wasn't enough of a man to follow through with my actions.
Now, obviously, with several years hindsight, there are various reasons why I didn't need to worry about that, but ultimately I'm sure it was just my version of "not ready yet", despite what I thought I wanted. So, anyway, all of this is to explain that it wasn't until after I'd gone through the key parts of puberty (in my mind then: pubes, broken voice and sperm) that I felt like I had the confidence to even consider trying my hand for real.
Anyway, I'll leave it there for today - writing this, it's amazing how much is coming back to me and how much I feel like I have to say and maybe even still have to process. So, to be continued...
Trist
I was interested in girls and sex from what seems like a pretty early age, although I have no real idea what is "normal", to be honest. Despite not having the internet in those long ago days, before I left primary school I'd seen plenty of soft porn via porno mags, and had avidly read the stories they contained. It's funny that the pictures seemed the most exciting part at the time, but it's the stories that have stuck with me. I remember one in particular, written from a wife's point of view, where she describes getting all dressed up like a slut, going out, and bringing home a guy to fuck her in front of her husband. He watches her get fucked and eventually licks the other guy's cum from his wife's pussy. And just to put the icing on the cake, when this other guy pops out for a piss and is gone for a while, she finds him fucking her teenage daughter, and just lets them have at it. That kind of blew my mind, as I recall.
ANYWAY, it's fair to say I understood the mechanics long before I was in a position to participate; I was a pretty late developer and didn't have my first "successful" wank until I was maybe 14 or 15. So I was very aware of what a man's body should be able to do, and therefore what mine wasn't ready to do yet. In my mind, I wanted to kiss girls, I wanted to feel tits and lick pussy, and the funny thing is that what scared me wasn't necessarily the idea of outright rejection. I remember very clearly this picture I had in my head, of being at some party and somehow managing to interest some hot girl. And I'd imagine us sneaking off somewhere quiet and me putting my hand up her top, slipping my hand down her knickers. And then I'd imagine her peeling off my trousers to find my little boy's penis and realising I wasn't enough of a man to follow through with my actions.
Now, obviously, with several years hindsight, there are various reasons why I didn't need to worry about that, but ultimately I'm sure it was just my version of "not ready yet", despite what I thought I wanted. So, anyway, all of this is to explain that it wasn't until after I'd gone through the key parts of puberty (in my mind then: pubes, broken voice and sperm) that I felt like I had the confidence to even consider trying my hand for real.
Anyway, I'll leave it there for today - writing this, it's amazing how much is coming back to me and how much I feel like I have to say and maybe even still have to process. So, to be continued...
Trist
How it all began
So, I guess it's about time I gave you a bit of background about us, our relationship and how we got into "the lifestyle". I suspect this is a story that will have to be told over several entries...we've been together for 14 years now, and were friends before that. And it's a good story - with lots of memorable moments and funny bits to share, so it's worth telling properly. So let's start at the very beginning: as Mary Poppins would say: it's a very good place to start...
I met Trist when I was at secondary school. He went to a private boys school and I went to the local mixed state school. There were sibling links between his group of friends and mine, so we'd met in passing many times and oddly we don't remember exactly when we first met. Us girls used to go along to his band's gigs, but he was in long term relationships and fairly quiet, so all I really noticed was his awesome guitar playing. I actually had a large crush on the lead singer, so no one else really registered at the time!
It was when we were a bit older that we began to get to know each other better. I'd finally got my first kiss out of the way (age 16) and had made up for lost time by being a bit of a kiss-slut and doing a spot of heavy petting here and there. I hadn't yet lost my virginity, but I was finally feeling a bit of confidence in myself and my looks and having a lot of fun - at long last I could talk to boys! I'd also got a part time job, so had a bit of money and therefore freedom from my parents. So we'd go to the pub, or hang out at our cool-friends-houses (their parents let us smoke weed!) and we'd chat and have a laugh. And that's when I noticed him. His mixture of intelligence and spazy humour, his passion for music, his sexy voice and long hair (always been a thing for me!), his subculture-fashionably slender boys frame, with the promise of broard shoulders to come, super bone structure and goatie beard. But even more than that, his kindness, genuine modesty and lack of conceit at his own brilliance. I quite quickly decided that I wanted him and not just for an evening or two. By now I'd lost my virginity ( I won't go into details here as this is a Whole Other Story!) but I'd never yet had a proper boyfriend and had no idea how to go about making someone love me.
So, I fell back on what I knew worked. At his next gig I got dolled-up and flirted my 17-year-old arse off! Now, I'm an extrovert, and a natural flirt with everyone, (once I had the confidence to reveal it!) and as such when I feel the need to up the ante I do not go for subtle! I danced suggestivly during his songs, as seemingly unselfconciously as I could, but the whole while hoping to catch his eye. I chatted brightly, laughed easily and flattered him shamelessly. And he did nothing. By now the guy would usually have taken the hint and be snogging my face off, but Trist just seemed oblivious. I turned it up a notch... I sat on his lap for Christ's sake!! And still NOTHING? This had never failed before; NEVER!!! I was baffled until along came John - that wonderful, terrible man who would become both Trist's and my best friend, and whom you will inevitably get to know better as you follow this blog. He gave me the best piece of advice I ever got: "if you like him, you're going to have to make the first move. He's way too shy to do it himself - just kiss him!" I was going to have to really put myself out there and risk utter rejection. I was going to have to kiss him!
So, I toned down the flirting a bit, and waited, heart pounding, untill we were alone. I was so nervous I stalled till the last possible moment, but as he leant down to give me a goodnight peck on the cheek, I did it. I kissed him... and he kissed me back! We spent another hour or so kissing and touching each other - a good old fashioned snogging, of the kind that is popular among teens and so often sadly lacking in grown-ups. No clothes were removed, but Trist's hands did find their way into my underwear, and things were pretty heated ;) Eventually though, we headed off to separate rooms, Trist to wank himself silly (I later discovered!) and I to sigh dreamily into my pillow, with tingling lips and the first flush of love...
Issy xx
I met Trist when I was at secondary school. He went to a private boys school and I went to the local mixed state school. There were sibling links between his group of friends and mine, so we'd met in passing many times and oddly we don't remember exactly when we first met. Us girls used to go along to his band's gigs, but he was in long term relationships and fairly quiet, so all I really noticed was his awesome guitar playing. I actually had a large crush on the lead singer, so no one else really registered at the time!
It was when we were a bit older that we began to get to know each other better. I'd finally got my first kiss out of the way (age 16) and had made up for lost time by being a bit of a kiss-slut and doing a spot of heavy petting here and there. I hadn't yet lost my virginity, but I was finally feeling a bit of confidence in myself and my looks and having a lot of fun - at long last I could talk to boys! I'd also got a part time job, so had a bit of money and therefore freedom from my parents. So we'd go to the pub, or hang out at our cool-friends-houses (their parents let us smoke weed!) and we'd chat and have a laugh. And that's when I noticed him. His mixture of intelligence and spazy humour, his passion for music, his sexy voice and long hair (always been a thing for me!), his subculture-fashionably slender boys frame, with the promise of broard shoulders to come, super bone structure and goatie beard. But even more than that, his kindness, genuine modesty and lack of conceit at his own brilliance. I quite quickly decided that I wanted him and not just for an evening or two. By now I'd lost my virginity ( I won't go into details here as this is a Whole Other Story!) but I'd never yet had a proper boyfriend and had no idea how to go about making someone love me.
So, I fell back on what I knew worked. At his next gig I got dolled-up and flirted my 17-year-old arse off! Now, I'm an extrovert, and a natural flirt with everyone, (once I had the confidence to reveal it!) and as such when I feel the need to up the ante I do not go for subtle! I danced suggestivly during his songs, as seemingly unselfconciously as I could, but the whole while hoping to catch his eye. I chatted brightly, laughed easily and flattered him shamelessly. And he did nothing. By now the guy would usually have taken the hint and be snogging my face off, but Trist just seemed oblivious. I turned it up a notch... I sat on his lap for Christ's sake!! And still NOTHING? This had never failed before; NEVER!!! I was baffled until along came John - that wonderful, terrible man who would become both Trist's and my best friend, and whom you will inevitably get to know better as you follow this blog. He gave me the best piece of advice I ever got: "if you like him, you're going to have to make the first move. He's way too shy to do it himself - just kiss him!" I was going to have to really put myself out there and risk utter rejection. I was going to have to kiss him!
So, I toned down the flirting a bit, and waited, heart pounding, untill we were alone. I was so nervous I stalled till the last possible moment, but as he leant down to give me a goodnight peck on the cheek, I did it. I kissed him... and he kissed me back! We spent another hour or so kissing and touching each other - a good old fashioned snogging, of the kind that is popular among teens and so often sadly lacking in grown-ups. No clothes were removed, but Trist's hands did find their way into my underwear, and things were pretty heated ;) Eventually though, we headed off to separate rooms, Trist to wank himself silly (I later discovered!) and I to sigh dreamily into my pillow, with tingling lips and the first flush of love...
Issy xx
Cumming of Age
So, I thought I'd add a little to the subject of sexual awakenings and virgin fantasies. I think Trist has neatly captured things coming from the seducers side, but much of my fantasies lie in *being* the young seduced.
I recently read the Song of Fire and Ice (Game of Thrones) series, and as well as being all round awesome, it contained a particularly vivid depiction of a young woman's wedding night at age 13, to a man more than thrice her age. I won't give spoilers (if you've read it I'm confident you'll remember the scene and if you haven't; where the fuck have you been?), but it's incredibly erotic. Told from the girl's pov she is the picture of nervous anticipation and excited fear. She has only the vaguest ideas of what to expect, and is both shy and eager to find out. She "blossomed" (i.e started menstruation) a short time ago and is "officially" a woman by the norms and standards of their societies. Other than the politics, this was not an unusual situation for the setting, daughters could be a valuable commodity or an expensive burden, so were often married-off at what would be considered an illegal age by our standards. So, given that if we heard about this story on the news we would be outraged and sickened, how is it that reading about this scenario in a fantasy setting is so fucking hot?
It's because I remember the thrill of those first few exploratory steps; and not just the first kiss, first shag, obvious ones, but the first time I got a real crush, the first time a boy brushed his hand against my thigh. I can recall the unbearable tension and frustrated pleasure of a particular evening after a party, when I happened to be sleeping on the floor sharing a duvet with a guy friend, when we silently pressed our fully-clothed groins together, dry humping, breathing heavily but never kissing because he had a girlfriend. The first time I jerked a boy off and felt him squirt his cum over my fingers - how it was all done in the dark, under the covers in virtual silence. Even though I know those experiences were in reality very clumsy and rather lacking in skill, it was fun finding out!
So imagine how exciting it would be to have your first sexual experiences with a master? Someone of experience and skill, someone understanding who would guide you breathlessly into the arms of womanhood? I know it sounds a lot like a male fantasy or excuse, but I can clearly remember longing for just such a thing from as young as 13. By the time I was 15 and had developed a massive crush on a teacher I was positively gagging for it!
I shall call him Mr S. He was a Biology teacher, he was about 26, physically beautiful and knew it. He was an intelligent flirt, just like me and could make a seemingly innocuous comment seem dirty with just a glance or a smirk. He was arrogant and actually a bit of a bastard to the other students, but I was his pet and I squirmed in delight at his approval. Now, just to be clear, nothing ever happened. We flirted, sometimes outrageously (such as when he hand fed me a strawberry at a BBQ - innuendo-tastic) but he never took advantage of me in any way, never laid a finger on me, never voiced any suggestion that there would/should be more than flirting. No matter how much I wanted him too! He's been a recurring part of my fantasy life ever since, often popping into my dreams and daydreams alike.
I'll always wonder what it would have been like, if the rules hadn't said I was too young to know what I wanted. Would my first kiss have been masterfully tender and passionate, instead of drunken, sloppy and with the first person I could find who was willing (lol), would I have lost my virginity in a bed after hours of foreplay, instead of after a few vodkas by a canal?
There's no way of knowing for sure, but it sure as hell is fun playing the pictures in my head ;)
Issy xx
I recently read the Song of Fire and Ice (Game of Thrones) series, and as well as being all round awesome, it contained a particularly vivid depiction of a young woman's wedding night at age 13, to a man more than thrice her age. I won't give spoilers (if you've read it I'm confident you'll remember the scene and if you haven't; where the fuck have you been?), but it's incredibly erotic. Told from the girl's pov she is the picture of nervous anticipation and excited fear. She has only the vaguest ideas of what to expect, and is both shy and eager to find out. She "blossomed" (i.e started menstruation) a short time ago and is "officially" a woman by the norms and standards of their societies. Other than the politics, this was not an unusual situation for the setting, daughters could be a valuable commodity or an expensive burden, so were often married-off at what would be considered an illegal age by our standards. So, given that if we heard about this story on the news we would be outraged and sickened, how is it that reading about this scenario in a fantasy setting is so fucking hot?
It's because I remember the thrill of those first few exploratory steps; and not just the first kiss, first shag, obvious ones, but the first time I got a real crush, the first time a boy brushed his hand against my thigh. I can recall the unbearable tension and frustrated pleasure of a particular evening after a party, when I happened to be sleeping on the floor sharing a duvet with a guy friend, when we silently pressed our fully-clothed groins together, dry humping, breathing heavily but never kissing because he had a girlfriend. The first time I jerked a boy off and felt him squirt his cum over my fingers - how it was all done in the dark, under the covers in virtual silence. Even though I know those experiences were in reality very clumsy and rather lacking in skill, it was fun finding out!
So imagine how exciting it would be to have your first sexual experiences with a master? Someone of experience and skill, someone understanding who would guide you breathlessly into the arms of womanhood? I know it sounds a lot like a male fantasy or excuse, but I can clearly remember longing for just such a thing from as young as 13. By the time I was 15 and had developed a massive crush on a teacher I was positively gagging for it!
I shall call him Mr S. He was a Biology teacher, he was about 26, physically beautiful and knew it. He was an intelligent flirt, just like me and could make a seemingly innocuous comment seem dirty with just a glance or a smirk. He was arrogant and actually a bit of a bastard to the other students, but I was his pet and I squirmed in delight at his approval. Now, just to be clear, nothing ever happened. We flirted, sometimes outrageously (such as when he hand fed me a strawberry at a BBQ - innuendo-tastic) but he never took advantage of me in any way, never laid a finger on me, never voiced any suggestion that there would/should be more than flirting. No matter how much I wanted him too! He's been a recurring part of my fantasy life ever since, often popping into my dreams and daydreams alike.
I'll always wonder what it would have been like, if the rules hadn't said I was too young to know what I wanted. Would my first kiss have been masterfully tender and passionate, instead of drunken, sloppy and with the first person I could find who was willing (lol), would I have lost my virginity in a bed after hours of foreplay, instead of after a few vodkas by a canal?
There's no way of knowing for sure, but it sure as hell is fun playing the pictures in my head ;)
Issy xx
Official Permission
Hear that? That's the sound of every guy within a hundred miles turning green with envy. And believe me, my jaw hit the floor too. And I suspect my cock made a cartoon B'DOINNNG noise ;-)
The funny thing here is that I have spent very little time in my life being single and, in the past, always got away with just being a guitarist in a band and having hot chicks pursue me, so I never really got the hang of going on the pull. So while, of course, this idea excites the *living fuck* out of me, it's also a real challenge.
The stereotypical male response here would be some kind of bravado / posturing bullcrap, which is very far away from being me. Truthfully, I have no idea how I will go about making this happen, but I'm sure as hell going to try :-P
Anyway, there's a LOT to be said on this, but I thought a response was overdue, so consider this the tip of the iceberg...
Trist
The funny thing here is that I have spent very little time in my life being single and, in the past, always got away with just being a guitarist in a band and having hot chicks pursue me, so I never really got the hang of going on the pull. So while, of course, this idea excites the *living fuck* out of me, it's also a real challenge.
The stereotypical male response here would be some kind of bravado / posturing bullcrap, which is very far away from being me. Truthfully, I have no idea how I will go about making this happen, but I'm sure as hell going to try :-P
Anyway, there's a LOT to be said on this, but I thought a response was overdue, so consider this the tip of the iceberg...
Trist
Not Hardly Legal
The teen virgin fantasy is not exactly ground breaking stuff, but it does walk a fine line, and we've been all about the boundaries lately.
Now let's be clear: fantasy is not reality - in fact, that's the whole point - otherwise it wouldn't *be* fantasy. The beauty of a fantasy is that you can conveniently filter out all the real world complications and just craft the scenario the way you want it, right down to the way your fantasy characters think and feel, which leaves you free to explore without worrying about repercussions or about hurting anyone. Or at least that's what makes me feel so free.
Sharing that space with someone else is an incredibly intimate thing to do - laying bare your kinks and trusting another person with that knowledge of you. I love to feel that tension when I'm pushing the limits with Issy - the risk that what turns me on might be one step too far for her, but still saying it anyway. And when the reaction is excitement and acceptance, it's a fucking amazing feeling - like there are no barriers between us and like I can be who I am without reservation or fear.
There haven't been many cases where either of us has said "ooh - too far", but Issy pushed me to find one of mine with the age thing. And, interestingly, hitting that limit was just as positive and rewarding an experience.
So anyway, some specifics...
I (I suspect like many) find the idea of young women on the verge of adulthood (and hey guys too for that matter) taking their first nervous steps into finding their sexuality *very* hot. Just to be clear, I'm very definitely not talking pre-pubescent here, but approaching the age of consent is a little more of a grey area (for international clarity, the age of consent here in the UK is 16). And the idea of guiding some pretty young thing through those first experiments and awakening in them some deep rooted, horny sexual appetite is well... pretty cool, at least in fantasy ;-)
A case in point is one Michelle Trachtenberg :-P We are both long time Buffy fans and when, at the beginning of season 5, her little sister Dawn appeared, I guess you could say my interest was piqued. My relationship with Issy was not in quite the place it is now and so I kept this to myself, but by the time it got to season 6 and Issy was exclaiming that "no 15 year old should be able to move her hips like that" I suspect I was openly drooling...
So, now, several years later, being in a much more open place, Issy is long since aware of my nefarious desire to corrupt Miss Trachtenberg. And on this particular evening she had assembled various pictures for me to look at, which she wanted to show me as we played ;-)
She told me she was finding it really hot seeing me wank over the pictures of the girls she'd found and took great pleasure in revealing them in a slow and deliberate way. And, in this way, we came to a sequence of pictures showing Miss T looking progressively younger, Issy telling me she wanted to push my boundaries. So here's the (abridged) results of our "experiment".
Now I'm guessing at actual ages here (even with my Buffy geek credentials), but I'd put her at about 17 or 18 here - final season of Buffy or just after. She clearly needs fucking against those stacks:
Now my original guess on this was maybe 13, but I think this is from a shoot to promote her joining Buffy, which means she's 15, possibly 14. But jeez she definitely looks too young here - like she just needs a my little pony :-/
And this might sound bizarre but, far from hitting this boundary being a mood killer, having found this together was something that turned us both on and brought us together.
And Issy sucked my cock until I lost feeling in my arms :-P
Trist
Now let's be clear: fantasy is not reality - in fact, that's the whole point - otherwise it wouldn't *be* fantasy. The beauty of a fantasy is that you can conveniently filter out all the real world complications and just craft the scenario the way you want it, right down to the way your fantasy characters think and feel, which leaves you free to explore without worrying about repercussions or about hurting anyone. Or at least that's what makes me feel so free.
Sharing that space with someone else is an incredibly intimate thing to do - laying bare your kinks and trusting another person with that knowledge of you. I love to feel that tension when I'm pushing the limits with Issy - the risk that what turns me on might be one step too far for her, but still saying it anyway. And when the reaction is excitement and acceptance, it's a fucking amazing feeling - like there are no barriers between us and like I can be who I am without reservation or fear.
There haven't been many cases where either of us has said "ooh - too far", but Issy pushed me to find one of mine with the age thing. And, interestingly, hitting that limit was just as positive and rewarding an experience.
So anyway, some specifics...
I (I suspect like many) find the idea of young women on the verge of adulthood (and hey guys too for that matter) taking their first nervous steps into finding their sexuality *very* hot. Just to be clear, I'm very definitely not talking pre-pubescent here, but approaching the age of consent is a little more of a grey area (for international clarity, the age of consent here in the UK is 16). And the idea of guiding some pretty young thing through those first experiments and awakening in them some deep rooted, horny sexual appetite is well... pretty cool, at least in fantasy ;-)
A case in point is one Michelle Trachtenberg :-P We are both long time Buffy fans and when, at the beginning of season 5, her little sister Dawn appeared, I guess you could say my interest was piqued. My relationship with Issy was not in quite the place it is now and so I kept this to myself, but by the time it got to season 6 and Issy was exclaiming that "no 15 year old should be able to move her hips like that" I suspect I was openly drooling...
She told me she was finding it really hot seeing me wank over the pictures of the girls she'd found and took great pleasure in revealing them in a slow and deliberate way. And, in this way, we came to a sequence of pictures showing Miss T looking progressively younger, Issy telling me she wanted to push my boundaries. So here's the (abridged) results of our "experiment".
Now I'm guessing at actual ages here (even with my Buffy geek credentials), but I'd put her at about 17 or 18 here - final season of Buffy or just after. She clearly needs fucking against those stacks:
There's this one from season 7 ("Him") which puts her at 17 - as Xander says "Daddy Like" :-P
This looks like early-Buffy territory to me - so I'm guessing age 15 - I'd feel a bit bad, but still very corruptable:
Now my original guess on this was maybe 13, but I think this is from a shoot to promote her joining Buffy, which means she's 15, possibly 14. But jeez she definitely looks too young here - like she just needs a my little pony :-/
And this might sound bizarre but, far from hitting this boundary being a mood killer, having found this together was something that turned us both on and brought us together.
And Issy sucked my cock until I lost feeling in my arms :-P
Trist
Friday, 6 April 2012
Taboo
Much of the last few weeks have been spent breaking taboos - calling other people's names as we cum, and even whispering that we love them, finding out just how young a hot teen can be before it goes from "yum" to "yuck" for Trist, and as he mentioned, revealing a long term crush on my cousin. All these things and more we did, but today I think I broke a big one.
I gave him "official permission" to seek out and fuck another woman. Alone.
A total first, as before this we haven't gone beyond same-room swapping and even that has only been with women I know and trust. But I've realised I don't need to trust them, just him. And I do - absolutely. That's why I told him to pick whoever he wants, a stranger, a friend - just a woman who catches his eye. I want him to sneak her off to the toilets and fuck her hard and fast against the wall, or take her back to the office and bend her over a desk - whatever he wants to do. All I ask is that he bring me home her wet panties, and make sure he buries his face between her legs so when I kiss him I can smell her on his beard.
Seeing the look on his face and how hard his cock became was fantastic! I felt like I was giving him the most amazing present ever, and it was horny as hell.
So now I'm waiting at home, getting our kid's dinner, while he has popped out to the supermarket, armed with a shopping list, bags-for-life and the new presence of condoms in his pocket... quite what will happen and when I don't know (Morrisons not being famous for its totty), but the anticipation is sooo sweet ;)
Issy xx
I gave him "official permission" to seek out and fuck another woman. Alone.
A total first, as before this we haven't gone beyond same-room swapping and even that has only been with women I know and trust. But I've realised I don't need to trust them, just him. And I do - absolutely. That's why I told him to pick whoever he wants, a stranger, a friend - just a woman who catches his eye. I want him to sneak her off to the toilets and fuck her hard and fast against the wall, or take her back to the office and bend her over a desk - whatever he wants to do. All I ask is that he bring me home her wet panties, and make sure he buries his face between her legs so when I kiss him I can smell her on his beard.
Seeing the look on his face and how hard his cock became was fantastic! I felt like I was giving him the most amazing present ever, and it was horny as hell.
So now I'm waiting at home, getting our kid's dinner, while he has popped out to the supermarket, armed with a shopping list, bags-for-life and the new presence of condoms in his pocket... quite what will happen and when I don't know (Morrisons not being famous for its totty), but the anticipation is sooo sweet ;)
Issy xx
Bungee Jumping
We've been pushing the boundaries with each other this past few weeks in all sorts of good/bad ways; there's something dizzyingly exciting about throwing all the walls down and laying yourself bare. Even with the years we've had together, my brain is still conjuring up new ways to be filthy, and the things that go beyond the safe, and make me think "is that too far?" are the most exciting.
I've found myself scouring my mind for those things lately, because I've been finding it so intoxicating to take those things that social taboos would tell you to repress deep inside and do just the opposite - balls out, look you in the eye and spill it all, no holds barred.
I know a lot of people would find a lot of what we do strange, imagine that one or both of us are silently resentful, but nothing could be further from the truth. The truth is that every fantasy shared brings us closer together, and *especially* the risqué ones.
So, to take one example, this week I confessed to Issy about wanting to fuck her cousin. And when I did, cheesy as it sounds, my heart was in my mouth. I could feel that surge of adrenaline rush up through my balls and my stomach when I realised what I was about to tell her, and taking the leap and hearing the words come out of my mouth was just... so. fucking. exciting. And when she looked up at me with a hint of shock in the corner of her eyes and smiled her dirty sexy smile - fucking hell - SUCH a rush.
There were several such moments that evening, culminating in a damn good fucking for both of us. But what I honestly love most about this is that this takes something that (despite being a very natural urge), would so often be a source of shame, maybe even an unspoken barrier in a relationship, and turns it into something to fortify and bind us: a truly intimate and honest shared moment, between *us* and no one else.
Trist
I've found myself scouring my mind for those things lately, because I've been finding it so intoxicating to take those things that social taboos would tell you to repress deep inside and do just the opposite - balls out, look you in the eye and spill it all, no holds barred.
I know a lot of people would find a lot of what we do strange, imagine that one or both of us are silently resentful, but nothing could be further from the truth. The truth is that every fantasy shared brings us closer together, and *especially* the risqué ones.
So, to take one example, this week I confessed to Issy about wanting to fuck her cousin. And when I did, cheesy as it sounds, my heart was in my mouth. I could feel that surge of adrenaline rush up through my balls and my stomach when I realised what I was about to tell her, and taking the leap and hearing the words come out of my mouth was just... so. fucking. exciting. And when she looked up at me with a hint of shock in the corner of her eyes and smiled her dirty sexy smile - fucking hell - SUCH a rush.
There were several such moments that evening, culminating in a damn good fucking for both of us. But what I honestly love most about this is that this takes something that (despite being a very natural urge), would so often be a source of shame, maybe even an unspoken barrier in a relationship, and turns it into something to fortify and bind us: a truly intimate and honest shared moment, between *us* and no one else.
Trist
Lust-Love
These last few weeks have been lovely. Despite lots of crappy life-outside stuff, Trist and I have been enveloped in our own little cloud of lust-love. It's one of those things that seems to come in waves, now and then, and like waves they rise us up, and they make us seem weightless.
We've been together a long time, and as almost everyone who has been in a long-term relationship will tell you, the excitement of those first few months doesn't last. But that isn't a sad thing - frankly if we had carried on at the rate we were for much longer, we'd have died of exhaustion. But just because that early pace is not sustainable, doesn't mean the passion is gone. It sits there, just below the surface, just waiting for the opportunity to come out and say "Hello! Remember me?". All we need to do is keep our eyes open for those chances, and our lives can be filled with moments as great as the first time.
That's the thing I love most about our marriage; we look for those moments. We take the time to whisper sweet-nothings, and because we do it allows us to speak our fantasies aloud.
That's what we've been doing this week - fantasies. And not just, safe, well versed lines, but raw - bare-to-the-soul desires, never before confessed. It was this that put us in the lust-love cloud. For the last week we have neglected the housework and fucked with abandon till the early hours, looking at forbidden fruit and, imagining ourselves with other people. We've pushed at boundaries and left bruises, and this has left us in rather a haze. Trist has been somewhat distracted at work (me sending him filthy texts probably wasn't that helpful!) and I've been soaking my underwear through. Several times an hour a flashback to the night before will send me reeling, and the thoughts of the night to come make me weak at the knees. Lust!
But that's only half of it. The other particle in the haze is the other L-word, and that's what it's all about. "How...?" you might ask "...can letting your husband have sex with you while pretending you are someone else, make you fall more in love?". Well, that's quite a simple question with a very complicated answer, and hopefully that's what we'll be exploring in this blog. For now, I'll just say that it does. That every time we reveal a fantasy or a secret we break down a barrier, and expose our souls for inspection by the one person we couldn't bare to lose. When you take that risk and are rewarded with a loving look or a moan of desire; that's where the love blooms.
Issy xx
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