Two worlds collide

I'll make no secret of the fact that I've recently been enjoying an Emsexual fling that has involved exploring all of the wonderful and delightful experiences that my gay crush has been treating me to. But you maybe not be aware that many moons ago, and I'm talking like a decade ago, I did experiment with being with other women. Mostly through the security of being in a MFF threesome but occasionally through one on one fun.

Ultimately, I decided it wasn't really for me and that I'd prefer to stick to the more traditional straight lifestyle but it would be massively dishonest of me to try to pretend like those encounters didn't happen all those years ago.

And possibly the first was with the lovely MmeChoux, who is my oldest friend with whom I still keep in touch. Long time readers will no doubt be very aware of the swinging exploits of her and her husband, which I have featured on a number of occasions. Some of those exploits have even involved me, especially way back in the day.

I can't say with 100% certainty but I am pretty confident that when we started fooling around with each other on the yacht on afternoon, she popped my gay cherry. And, all though Charles did eventually join us for some three-way fun, it very much started as Aurelie and I going one on one with each other. This was so long ago, in fact, that I don't even have any pictures to refer back to. It was that long ago that it was in my pre-blog era!

So, it was pretty surreal to arrive at the Bunnies & Bulls beach resort this morning to witness my current gay interest riding on the cock of the husband to my first every gay encounter! All while Aurelie herself was getting railed hard by some other random guy. Well, maybe not random to her but random to me! 

It was a bit of a trip to see the two bookends of my gay dabblings, who don't normally move in the same circles necessarily, come together and put on such a hot show together that got me extremely aroused. And you can be damned sure that when I slipped my hand under my dress, it also slipped inside my panties so that I could furiously finger myself while watching them all happily fuck together.

My only sadness was that I only caught the tail end of it so, when Emmy and Aurelie both took fat loads in their mouths, which they then proceeded to swap back and forth via  a long cummy kiss, I was not quite to the point of cumming myself. It would have been sot fucking hot to orgasm while perving on a pair of ladies as hot as them trading fresh spunk with each other. Especially with the providers of said spunk proudly looking on...

Don't worry though. I did get to cum soon enough... while Emmy turned me on even more by whispering in my ear about how she had let Charles fuck her hard and she then snowballed my oldest friend. I may even have let her slip me a finger or two to help finish me off but shhhhh... that's our little secret, OK?

Lisa in the wild

It's not often you see an A-list celebrity like Lisa out in the wild. Normally, such appearances are reserved for at one of the community events.

I'm not going to deny that it is a rather shitty and random photo, but her appearance was so fleeting that it was the best I could manage as proof of her brief presence at Bunnies & Bulls this morning.

Full Frontal Fridays

As I've highlighted quite a few times in the past, Jess and Emmy regularly make it their mission to get me naked by whatever means they can. Of course, for someone like Emmy, being in the buff is pretty much her default state, but I rather like concealing my modesty so I'm always pretty keen to hang onto my garments.

For that reason, they both always go in heavy on trying to justify their thievery of my clothes by claiming that certain days mandate it. The classic example being their religious observance of Titty Tuesday, which they are forever using to peer pressure me into going topless with them.

Reluctantly, I always give into their demands because it is clear that Titty Tuesday has become such a fixture with our community. You only have to visit Twitter on Tuesdays to see all the evidence of that which is provided by a wall of titty pics that all the ladies are posting.

But today, being a Friday, I was extremely confident that my bikini top was safe from removal. I should have known better though. When it comes to my two favourite sluts, they will always find a way to get naked. This time, it was by claiming that Full Front Friday is now a thing.

Is that a legit thing though? I've never heard of it before and I wouldn't put it passed them to have just invented it on the spot as a very dubious reason to get me naked. Such was by doubts that I even took to Twitter to ask the rest of the community if any of them could verify the legitimacy of Jess and Emmy's claims. 

At time of writing, it seems like my Twitter followers are only willing to confirm that they think it should be a day and not whether or not it already actually is a day. So, with no backing from the community to deny their claims, I had no choice but to surrender my bikini to Emmy. Well, Emmy took the pro-active approach of untying my bikini top on my behalf. But I insisted that my bottoms wouldn't be coming off until she practiced what she preached and she went full frontal first.

Naturally, she had no problem agreeing to that condition, so it was not long until the 3 of us were all baring our boobs and bush for all to see. Or, in Jess's case, just her boobs since her pussy is lasered clean of any hair.

That said, once Jess departed for some lunch, I was able to sneakily cover up a little by asking Emmy for a cuddle and then using her bare bod to shield mine from all the prying eyes. I'll take the small wins when I can!

Just Because

When I started out on this blogging journey all those years ago on Tumblr, my primary focus was just my desire to share all the lewd, naughty or funny photos that I'd been taking. However, since there were already a handful of similar Tumblr blogs already around, I felt like I had to to something to make mine stand out. 

Firstly, I made a very conscious effort to maintain a fairly regular schedule of posting content since all those other Tumblrs were really just occasional posts here and there.

My second decision, and arguably the one that really helped me make a little bit of a name for myself, was my desire to make each post more than just a bunch of images. I didn't want my Tumblr to just become a dumping ground for images that are just pushed out with no real though behind them. I wanted to use any photos I posted to craft narratives and build stories about what was actually going on. I'm pretty sure that this approach is the main reason why I was able ot quickly build myself a nice little following rather than just getting lost in the crowd.

As time has gone by and I was forced to move away from Tumblr and set up a new home here, I made an effort to lean more and more into that aspect. With that I mind, I expanded the variety of content I was posting to include things like opinion pieces, advice articles and, well, pretty much anything that I had something I wanted to say about.

Now, I'm sure that, for some people, the more wordy posts that I drifted towards posting were less appealing. They just want to see filthy pictures, perhaps with just a little bit of lewd text to support them. But, if I were to just rely on those pictures alone, I know I would get lost in the crowd because, being realistic, I'm not the greatest photographer or the best editor. I'm more than self-aware enough to realise that. 

If I want to stay at least bit a little bit relevant, I have to continue pushing myself to provide alternate types of content to all those stunningly gorgeous pictures that are so abundant over on places like Twitter. So that means that you are going to have to tolerate me continuing to waffle on at you. Just as I am doing right now. Hopefully, you are one of those that find a certain charm in my streams of consciousness, otherwise, I'm sorry to have to break that bad news to you.

However, sometimes I do just see stuff when I'm out wandering around and fancy taking some impromptu pictures that I don't really have anything to say about. They simply are what they are. Or maybe I just see myself and think, "You know, I'm looking kinda cute today and want to take some selfies to capture that". 

In both of these cases, and more besides, I've too often been guilty of just sitting on the pictures and, rather wastefully, they never see the light of day. 

Other times, I do find some random excuse to post them, perhaps "just because", even if they are not accompanied by my traditional ramble. And today was supposed to be one of those days! Although, as I have a tendency to do, I've ended up waffling for far longer than intended without realising that I've been going on for quite as long as I have.

Anyway, I'll try to get to the point now... 

Yesterday, I found myself alone in a very abandoned Blackout club and, for whatever reason, my solitude inspired me to take a few sneaky photos. Mostly, just because I think the place has such a great aesthetic that I really wanted to capture. Plus I felt it was quite nicely complimented by my all black outfit with a few flashes of pink from my hair and lollipop offering a nice contrast . 

Apart from that, there's nothing clever or special about them. Just me leaving my camera on a tripod and set to take pictures every few seconds as I strip off whilst there was no-one around to catch me getting naked. Of course, there was the threat that someone could walk in at any time as the club was still very much open, which I found quite thrilling as well

(For the record, no one walked in on me although I would have found it hilarious to see what my camera captured if someone had come across me during the brief period when I was lounging around naked.)

Generating optimal arousal levels

Hot on the heels of actually publishing my Tenera 2 review, I've already started testing my brand new Osci 3, which I hope to bring you a verdict on very soon. I will tease that early testing is looking very promising.

Of course, for optimal testing conditions, I need to be in the right mood. So, knowing that the delivery of my Osci 3, what better way to get myself nicely turned on than with a little bit of perving. And there is no-one that I would rather perv on than the gorgeous Miss Emmy Fatale.

I was in luck then when I arrived at her new Blackout sex club, the current home of Bunnies and Bulls through these cold winter months, and spied her throating a fat cock. It's like she knew that I was on my way and made sure to cater for exactly what I was looking for. Such a thoughtful hostess, right?

Anyway, I didn't get to perv on her filthy fucking for quite as long as I had planned, due to the very pleasant news that my new toy had arrived a little earlier than expected. As soon as that delivery notification pinged on my phone, I was out of there like a rocket to get that bad boy on charge so that testing could commence a.s.a.p.!

And for those that are wondering; yes, my perving did get me suitably aroused for some good quality toy testing. Great success!

Envy & Temptation

If you will indulge me a moment, I would just like to continue yesterday's lingerie theme for just a little bit longer. Firstly, by saying "wow!". 

Wow, wow, wow!

When I had the idea to message a bunch of talented ladies who post create photos on social media to suggest that they may want to prepare something for the following day, I never imagined that I would get such an amazing response. All but one got on board with embracing the magic of lingerie and all of their photos were absolutely amazing! 

And, from them, it spread to others who also wanted to get involved as well. The response was beyond anything I could have dreamed of. It was actually quite humbling. So a big thank you to everyone who created something, commented, reposted, liked or contributed in any other way. It honestly left me smiling all day long!

Moving on to today, I kept my gift from hubby dearest with me just in case I should get to spend some time with him and he wanted to enjoy the fruits of his choice. I was genuinely excited at the prospect of seducing him in the naughty underwear that he had picked for me

So, when I had to patiently sit around while Jess and Emmy busied themselves with a couple of well-hung gentlemen, I really felt like I was missing out. Watching Jess gobble down a cock as if her life depended on it and hearing Emmy wail with delight as her ass got railed, made me feel pretty glum actually. 

I know that ours isn't a romantic marriage, but I don want to be able to take some pride in knowing that I can at least fill the role of satisfying my Ace's desires in a similar way to which Jess and Emmy wee satisfying their partners in that moment.

And then my hubby arrived and I was over the moon. My frown turned upside down as I skipped off to get changed for him. Swapping the bikini that I had been wearing under my casual clothes for the sexy smalls that he had chosen.

Returning to my dear husband, all began well as I quickly stripped back down to my underwear for his viewing pleasure. I mean, in hindsight, it hardly seemly worth getting fully dressed against when I changed into the lingerie. But I think there is something symbolic about the act of stripping so, for that reason, it was worth it.

As I seductively posed and suggestively flirted with him, I could tell he liked what he was seeing. That was just the sort of reaction I was hoping for. Having watched two of my friends enjoy a good fucking already, I was aching for him to have his way with me. Just like he had on our wedding night.

Bending over in front of him, I suggested he might like the view even more if he were to remove my panties. He didn't hesitate to accept that invitation. As he slide them down my legs, my anticipation went through the roof. I was desperate to feel his meaty cock stretch my pussy walls as he slide it inside me.

I offered myself to him completely. He could take me in whatever way he wanted. I would do that for him as his dutiful wife. But it wasn't to be. To my astonishment and dismay, the invite was declined. Regretfully so, it should be said, but declined nevertheless. Ace would soon have to leave due to other commitments and, understandably, he didn't want to start something that he wouldn't be able to finish

Of course, for me, that was just like a red rag to a bull. Curling his fingers around my folded panties, I whispered in his ear that he should hold onto them until a time when he can properly undress me. Longing was written all of his face but he held firm, adopting a zen like state to deflect my advances.

Moments later I was handing him my bra as well, with another vow to fulfil his desires whenever his chooses to return it to me. Following that, I wiggled and jiggled, twirled and swirled and just about any other sort of sexy movement I could muster. Anything to tease him as much as possible, to make him regret turning me down. 

Never did I hope to change his mind, but, my god, did I want to make him wish he could. Sure enough,, his willpower held strong. I was unable to tempt him into changing his plans to spend time getting sweaty with me instead. 

As I prepared to concede and get dressed again, he did offer a glimmer of hope. For the briefest of moments, I suspected that he was about to break. I reminded him that my body was his whenever he wanted for so as we were married, but, once the marriage is annulled, his chance to fuck me will be gone.

I could see the conflict within him. He wanted me to take me right there, I know he did. Instead, he promised me that he would be bend me over and fuck me senseless the next time we got to see each other. Not quite what I had hoped for, but, my god, was it better than nothing. A smile was restored to my face knowing that I'd get what I wanted sooner or later.

In return for his promise, I endeavoured to send him off happy. Easily achieved by giving him a lick of my lollipop (no, that is not a euphemism) followed by a sexy dance for which he adopted a worm's eye view by lying prone between my legs. 

Hopefully he enjoyed the view of my pussy from down there. I know I enjoyed the thought that the next time he sees my slit, he'll be putting something in it. Whether that will be his cock, fingers or tongue, I cannot say. But it sure will be one of them!