Monday 25 March 2024

Bunnies go wild


It would appear that the appeal I made last week on Emmy's behalf for someone to give her a deep dicking has paid off!

OK,OK... I don't think I can really take credit for this. After all, you can't keep a good slut down, especially when she has a beach side retreat named "Snowbunny Beach". And, if you are familiar with the significance of that term, a snowbunny being a white girl that likes to take black cock, you will not be at all surprised that that was exactly what Emmy was doing.

But she wasn't just taking a black cock. She was taking two of them. Both up her arse. While also letting Sara have a turn sitting on her face for some pussy eating... Gosh, what a busy Monday morning for Emmy!


I won't sit here pretending that I wouldn't have liked to have joined in. Not necessarily in taking any cock, but just maybe just playing with myself whilst sat next to them, giving them all a good view of my fingers getting more and more sticky until I would cum. I didn't want to be a bother them or intrude without an invite though, so I scouted a few different spots, before settling on the one that gave me the best view.

Perhaps the view was too good though, as watching Emmy getting cum drunk through taking cumload after cumload in her ass, whilst also orgasming multiple times herself, was extremely arousing.

What started out as my just lightly rubbing myself through my bikini bottoms while I casually sucked on a cock lollipop, soon progressed to me pulling my bottoms to the side so I work two fingers nice and deep inside myself. Of course, I ensured that Emmy got to see more than a little flash of pussy lips as my fingers delved deep between them. Something I knew would drive her wild. She confirmed after that it really did.

Now, given that they had started their little foursome fuckfest and were probably all several orgasms deep by this point, it shouldn't come as a surprise that they started to wrap things up while I was still some ways way from getting myself all the way off.



Seeing Emmy and Sara take turns in getting reamed with ropes of thick, creamy cum certainly spurred my fingers into a more intense motion. Then, when wSara buried her tongue in Emmy's ruined asshole to spoon out what remaining cum Emmy had not already farted out all over the floor, that had me pulling my bikini bottoms down to my thighs so I could get some two handed action on the go.

Then, just as I was nearing climax, they were done. I sheepishly tugged my bottoms back up, hoping that only had spotted my lewdness and congratulated them all on a fine show.

As they all shared some goodbye kisses before going there seperate ways, Emmy beckoned me over for a sticky kiss of my own from her cum-covered lips. How could I refuse a request like that? As we embraced, she dexterous whipped my bikini top off before pressing her sticky boobs to mine.


It was too much for me to stand. I had resigned myself to having to wait until I got back home to finish myself off and enjoy a nice orgasm but I couldn't wait any longer. As our tongues intertwined, my hand disappeared into my bikini bottoms and I frigged myself right there in Emmy's arms.

My bottoms were too restrictive though. This time, instead of being tugged part why down my thighs, they were discarded altogether. With my juicy cunt now exposed, it took every ounce of willpower at that point not to start humping Emmy's thigh. Even though I stuck to just my fingers, I'm sure she could feel the wetness running down my thighs as our bodies pressed together.


I reckon it must be almost 8 years since I came in the arms of another woman. I'm glad that, over of the ladies I could have broken that duck with, it was Emmy. As my trembling body collapsed into hers, she held me close in an affectionate cuddle.

From there, we snuggled in the pool for the rest of the afternoon. We talked about all sorts of things as our naked bodies cuddled against one another. Somehow we couldn't get anyway from flirting endlessly with each other. No matter what, the conversation would always come back to that. But, like I've said about Emmy before, she is very respectful and, no matter how much I tease and lead her on, she never oversteps the mark. 

And I did have one more final tease to give her before I left her. One that I think tested her resolve more than any before. Not only did I invite her to a quick farewell makeout but, below the calm water's surface, one of my hands slowly inched its way up her inner thigh, stopping just short of her forbidden area as she yearned for me to keep going all the way.



So there you go; a wonderful afternoon spent perving on and then canoodling with a lovely lady. And I think that is a big part of why I enjoy her company so much and why I'm able to mess around in a way that I have been nervous to do with others. I feel safe with her to give and receive some affection without the fear or worry that I'm giving anyone the wrong impression. There's no pressure to give anything in return or expectation that it will lead on to something else. It's just two persons sharing some affection and each other's company. That's it and it's nice.

What isn't nice though, is the state of her pool. I know I posted comments about this a long time ago. Maybe even as much as a few years back. The amount of leaves that have been allowed to gather one the water's surface has not improved since whenever that was. When I challenged Emmy on this, the reason was clear. When the pool cleaners come round, they are more occupied felling her with cum than actually doing the job. She denied it, of course, but I know.

That said, Emmy has invited me to come over the next time she calls them in. That could be fun...

Saturday 23 March 2024

All About the Shoes


You will get no apologies from me for another Black Cat Couture appreciation post.

This time I want to ponder aloud whether there is a pair of Black Cats suitable for every outfit? 

And you know what... I think there may be! For instance, I reckon this pair do a rather good job of completing last tonight's ensemble that I wore to the Black Rose. 

Sadly, other commitments prevented me from arriving in a timely manner so I only managed to catch the tail end of the performance. But I was determined to at least show my face there. Or should that be to show my feet, because I really wanted to show off my last pair of Black Cats


Wednesday 20 March 2024

Getting to 1st base


What the fuck am I doing?!

For someone who has professed her straightness on numerous occasions, I should do find it hard to resist the temptation to sneak a snog with a certain Ms. Fatale. If I do some quick arithmetic on my fingers, I think this must be like the third time that it has happened! Which, when I say it like that doesn't sound like much, I know. But she's a woman, so these things shouldn't be happening, like, at all! 

On top of that, she's married, which makes me very conflicted, even if it is an open marriage. I generally just like to steer clear of those sort of situations all together, just to be safe. You could say that I'm just a bit old fashioned in that way.

The thing is, she readily admits that she is attracted to me and she certainly isn't shy when it comes to telling me all things she would like to do to me if I would only let her. Hearing those things doesn't half turn me on though. 

Maybe it's just the thrill of hearing those sort of things from someone that makes them feel more desirable, even if they would normally be off-limits. Especially when it's so easy to get bored of guys hitting on you simply because you have a vagina and are potentially available for them to stick it in you. That hardly makes you feel special or genuinely wanted.

Also, since Emmy is happy to indulge my teasing tendencies (and I do love to tease), I can't help but want to give her a little taster of my forbidden fruit. Just a taster mind! In her case, that's a visit to first base. Possibly even second base if she is very keen, although, in this case, it was me that got a bit grabby with my hands, but I digress...Third and fourth bases are definitely off-limits.

To credit to her; she is very respectful of those boundaries and has never once overstepped the mark, even though sometimes I secret wish that she might just try her luck. But yeah, she is very adept at making me get turned on. And boy did she manage to turn me on yesterday. Turned on and a little bit wet as well... 



How did this go down? Well, when I bumped into her, she was already super horny; coming on the back of a relative dry spell by her standards, she was gagging to used by just about any well-hung gentleman. Inexplicably, there was no cock on offer to her, so I was very much in her sights instead.

"What harm would a little kiss do?", I wondered as she beckoned me over to join her by the pool.

Fuuuuuuuck, did it get hot and saucy though. I don't think I've ever managed to get so turned on without single bit of my clothing coming off. It was just like this feedback loop where her horniness fed my horniness, which made her hornier, which, in turn, made me hornier, and so on and so on.

She was already naked before I had even arrived, so that gave my lips and hands ample opportunity to explore her body. I think I must have covered almost everywhere above the waist, as well as her bum being a below waist area that is fair game to me. 

As much as I'm sure she was wishing for me to slip a hand between her legs, that is an off-limits according to my self-imposed guidelines. Nevertheless, I learned a few interesting things about what gets her hot under the collar, including a particular way in which she licks to be licked.

And, when we finally managed to calm down a bit after our passions flared, I rewarded her with one final tease; a feel of just how wet my panties had become from all the excitement. She didn't need to reciprocate that treat though; I could feel exactly how wet her cunt had become every time her bare crotch pressed against me.

I'll candidly admit that I had to get myself off later in the day to get all of that horniness out of my system. Oh, who am I kidding... I was still plenty horny even after a good old fashioned bit of fingering.


One final thing for me to say about Emmy... Guys, why the fuck do none of you want to fuck her at the moment?! She's fucking gorgeous, has amazing boobs and ass, and is totally down to fuck. What more could you ask for? If I were one of you, I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be than between her legs.

You might think that I'm biased in saying this because she is my hometown girl or because I really want to watch her get railed while I sit in the shadows touching myself. And yes, both of those things are true. Don't let that detract from my message though; Emmy's cunt needs you cock, guys! Sort it out!

(On a side note - we almost always seem to end up discussing our masturbation habits so I guess that generally sets the tone as being pretty horny whenever we hang out. I'm definitely going to try my best to get her involved in whatever challenge I decide to take on for this year's Masturbation Month. I already have some ideas that I think she will find most agreeable.)

Sunday 17 March 2024

An Emerald Event for the Masses


First things first, I'm quite open about the fact that I'm not a fan of St Patrick's Day. Or rather, I'm not a fan of how it has been appropriated as everyone's favourite excuse to have a piss-up.

Speaking as an Englishwoman who only has some very distant Irish ancestry via a great, great grandfather, it bothers me no end that everyone here goes wild for St Patrick's Day, despite many of them having even less Irish blood in them than I do, which is to say, not a lot, while they couldn't give a flying fuck about our own patron saint's day. I mean, in don't even want to think about how few of them could even name our patron saint.

The reason I'm telling you all of this is that I don't want there to be any misconceptions about why I choose to actively abstain from dressing from head to toe in green. I don't identify as Irish so I don't think it's appropriate for me to parade myself around as if I were. If others want to do that, then fair enough, but I have no interest in participating in the rampant commercialism and shameless drunkenness.


Now, with that disclaimer out of the way, let's get down to the business of talking about this year's community event for St Patrick's Day, which is, believe it or not, the first community event for this particular celebrate. Surprising that, isn't it?

Given the way that I've already prefaced this discussion, it shouldn't come as a surprise that, much like with last months Valentine's Day party, this is an event that I'm not exactly desperate to spend all evening at and that I dropped in merely to see what it was about and be able to offer my own take on.

Unlike the Valentine's Day party, my discussion of this one will start off on a far more positive note (assuming you can ignore my opening rant that was directed at the day itself rather than this party) as, unlike with the Valentine's Day party, this one absolutely understood the importance of getting the theming right.


All of the traditional Irish, and by extension of that St Patrick's Day, tropes were on full display here. Which predictably starts with there being green, green and more green. But I think that was done in a fun and playful way by placing the event within a picturesque Irish wood.

But this was no ordinary wood. It was one dressed up with wonderous magical fungi and gigantic four leaf clovers, home to adorable woodland critters and, of course, the playground to one of Ireland's favourite mascots, a leprechaun. And no leprechaun self-respecting leprechaun will be found without his legendary pot of gold, so, naturally, there was one of those as well.

Oh, and for the Guinness lovers out there, there was a comically over-sized harp. I'll admit that I'm not one of those though. Not because of anyone of the reasons that I've already addressed for not being a fan of St Patrick's Day. It's merely because I cannot stand the taste of the stuff. I'm not really much of a drinker at all, but that stuff is right down the bottom of the list of what I would drink, if I did.

And, quickly on that note, there was of course a well-stocked bar. Not just with ales and the like, but a wide variety of alcoholic beverages. Not much in the way of snakes to munch on though.



Anyway, between all of these things, I think that pretty much ticks all of the boxes for what you would expect from a St Patrick's Day party. Possibly the only thing missing was a suitable soundtrack. As usual, it was the typical selection of dance music that has come to be the norm for these sort of community events. Or, at least, it was during the time that I spent there. A shame they couldn't have thrown in something a bit more folky or Irish-influenced.

In terms of a community event, it was again a bit understated in terms of the turn out of community celebs and people of note. There was no red carpet or designated photo backdrop but I think that is what we are coming to expect from these events now.

So, in summary, I'd say this was a marked improvement theming-wise over the St Valentine's Day event and pretty much was what you would want from a St Patricks Day party. But, with these events seemingly becoming more frequent occurrences, its another example of the glitz and glamour that these events once have being absent. They are more like events that are optional to vists rather than the being the must-attend affairs that they once were.


Friday 15 March 2024

Slut City


As you are about to see, they are all about taking it to the streets in Slut City.

And, by "it", I mean fucking and sucking.

There's not really much more to say than that so I'll just let these images speak for themselves.


Thursday 14 March 2024

A Day For Him


Look, I am quite aware that some of the special days that I choose acknowledge and promote are pretty unconventional or a little be niche. I present Exhibit A as Restock Your Lube Day, which has only recently come and gone. 

However, for me, Steak & Blowjob Day stands out as a one of my very favourites for its cheeky response to the romantic festivities of Valentine's Day. This light-hearted celebration has seen it's popularity go through the roof in recent years, offering a humorous and playful take on the traditional day of love. But where did Steak & Blowjob Day originate, and how has it evolved into the cultural phenomenon it is today?

Look, before I get into all of that, I know why you are really here. It's because you want to see me take part in my now long-standing personal tradition of celebrating this event with my former neighbour, Bob. Am I right or am I right?

I'm pretty sure this was the first annual sexy day that I started taking part in. To be fair, the first time that Bob convinced me that I should celebrate it with him, I don't think there was even any steak involved. It would have just been, you know, me giving him head.

However, in more recent years, we've been going the whole nine yard, which obviously means that Bob has been getting both a steak dinner and a blowjob, although not necessarily in that order, and it is an absolute staple of our calendars now.

To keep things fresh for this year though, as a real treat for Bob, I decided to take him out to a Michelin Star restaurant for the steak part, before heading back to his place for some oral pleasuring. That was the plan, anyway...


Whilst I cannot have any complaints about the quality of the restaurant and the food they served us, the service maybe could do with a bit of work. What did they do that was so wrong? Well, after we'd finished our meals and were waiting for someone to drop off the bill so we could pay up and head off for the second part of Bob's treat, we were actually just left to wait... and wait... and wait.

To kill the time, it seemed only fitting for me to fill Bob in about exactly why he was going to get a wicked BJ off me, just as soon as someone came to take our money so we could get off back to his place. 

And this is what I told him...

Steak & Blowjob Day emerged as a humorous and satirical response to the expectations set by Valentine's Day. The origins of this offbeat celebration can be traced back to a 2002 article written by Tom Birdsey, a humour columnist for a radio show called "The Howard Stern Show." The article humorously suggested that men should have their own equivalent holiday to Valentine's Day, where they would be pampered with a steak dinner and, well, a more intimate form of affection.

Birdsey's article was meant to be a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the perceived one-sidedness of Valentine's Day, often seen as a holiday primarily catering to women. It playfully proposed a day for men to be indulged in a more primal and stereotypically masculine way.

Like I said, it was meant as nothing more than a joke but the idea of Steak & Blowjob Day gained momentum and captured the imagination of people looking for a light-hearted way to subvert the expectations surrounding Valentine's Day. In the years that followed, the concept spread through word of mouth, social media, and various online communities, turning into an annual event.

Of course, one key factor contributing to the holiday's popularity is its timing. It's not by coincidence that is falls exactly one month after Valentine's Day, allowing Steak & Blowjob Day to create a sense of balance, offering a humorous counterpoint to the romantic gestures and gifts associated with its counterpart.

And, as with many modern phenomena, social media played a pivotal role in the spread of Steak & Blowjob Day. Memes, jokes, and hashtags related to the celebration started circulating on all popular social media platforms.

Indeed, many couples use Steak & Blowjob Day as an opportunity to inject humour into their relationships, embracing the day as a chance to break away from routine and engage in playful, consensual activities. The key to a successful celebration lies in open communication and a mutual understanding of each partner's preferences and comfort levels.

Ultimately, whether one chooses to embrace the playful spirit of Steak & Blowjob Day or dismiss it as a joke, the holiday's enduring popularity speaks to the human need for humour, connection, and the ability to find joy in unconventional places. As with any celebration, the key lies in approaching it with respect, consent, and a healthy dose of humour.

Having enlightened Bob, and hopefully now you too, it was frustrating that there was still no sign of the waiting staff bringing us our bill. Fearful that we might miss out on all of today's fun if we hung around much longer, it was time to take drastic action to counteract the neglect we were facing. 

Instead of waiting to get back to his, I took it upon myself to accelerate our plans somewhat. After momentarily disappearing under our table, my head re-emerged on Bob's side. Remaining down on my knees, I quickly tugged Bob's trousers down to his ankles and proceeded to blow him right there in the dinning room.


Bob was certainly conflicted by this. On one hand, he was delighted by the sensation of my soft lips wrapped around his sensitive manhood. But, on the other hand, doing it in the middle of a restaurant was perhaps a little be too bold, even if we were the only two bodies in the whole dinning room. Although his hips were straining to push his dick further into my mouth, his hands were desperately trying to push me away and pull his trousers back up. Talk about mixed messages.

But now we get to the good bit that I know that you have all really been waiting for...

As a compromise, we slipped away to the restroom where I could go all in on blowing him hard without any worry of our server coming back to find us in the act. Or, at least, being able to see us in the act as we were certainly not quiet. 

Between my slurping and occasional gag, and Bob's groaning, anyone in a neighbouring stall would have had absolutely no doubts about what we were up to. That said, I'm pretty sure that, just like the dinning room, we had the place all to our selves.


Having been made to wait so long for it, I greedily gobbled his meaty pole down, pulling out all stops in an effort to make it another truly memorable blowjob.

I mean, I don't like to toot my own horn (unless you want to use that as a euphemism for touching myself in naughty ways, in which case I fucking love tooting) but I have to say I think I succeeded and was rewarded with a creamy shot of cum straight down my throat. 

Normally, the lack of warning from Bob that he was about to blow his load would probably have annoyed me. However, on this occasion it actually made our lives a lot easier as it just slipped right down my throat into my tummy. With no clean up required, we quickly scurried back to our table as I was quite conscious that we'd been gone for a while.

I shouldn't have worried though. Our bill still hadn't arrived...