Author: AnOpenTreasureChest

Sucking Two Strangers in front of a crowd (30f) [FM]

Aged nineteen, the time in your life when all the very best mistakes are made, some friends and I decided it would be wise to spend what little remained of our collective student loans to celebrate surviving our first year of university by jetting off on an exotic and exciting holiday. We pictured sun, sea and sand, sipping expensive cocktails on flashy yachts, and being served our drinks by handsome men wearing nothing but uncomfortably tight speedos. We very quickly realised however that our budget wouldn’t actually stretch to anything that could be even vaguely described as ‘exotic’, so instead booked a week in the somewhat less exclusive Ayia Napa in Cyprus.

For the unaware, Ayia Napa is (or at least was at the time) considered to be something of a 18-30 ‘wild time’ paradise. And yes, paradise is being used ironically. It’s a party-party-party type location by reputation, where the vast majority of vacationers will be sleeping through the day and setting both the world and their loins on fire by night. There was said to be no place on earth where casual sexual encounters could be found, indulged in and dismissed so easily, readily and without comment or judgement. Read more »

An Outdoor Fuck in Front of a Crowd (30f) [FM]

I *love* alfresco sex. For all its many – and let’s make no secret of this, there are *many* – impracticalities, there’s something to the sheer spontaneity and rush of simply giving in to desires wherever and whenever which makes the experience so gloriously liberating, however suboptimal the ensuing sex can occasionally prove to be.

It’s probably safe to assume that the largest contributing factor towards the appeal of the humble outdoor fuck – aside from perhaps the enjoyment of feeling a gentle breeze cusp the inner thigh – is the added risk. We’re all simple creatures at heart – doubly so when controlled by libido – and there’s no arguing against the simple biological imperative that risk equals a rush. Sex is singularly one of the most exciting and exhilarating things the body can experience when done well. Throw in the additional risk of getting caught and suddenly you’re piling additional intensity and urgency that can only enhance the experience; risk is the cream atop an already deliciously moist cake.

But, like all things in life, it’s a balancing act. Risk can offer big reward, but also catastrophic failure. Which is to say that the risk of being caught is itself an exciting rush. Actually *getting* caught can be a different experience entirely. Read more »

DP’d for the first time. A double penetration threesome [MFM]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; as far as I’m concerned threesomes are *the* definitive version of sex. Adding an extra body into the mix doesn’t merely double your options, but exponentially increases the variety and combination of possibilities open to exciting copulation. There’s just *always* something fun to be doing. To badly paraphrase myself; A threesome is all the joy of regular sex, but without the boring repetitive bits of only one ‘thing’ going in and out of another thing at any given time.

I’ve been lucky enough in my life thus far to have enjoyed what is probably an unfair number of threesomes. Certainly more than would be considered my ‘fair share’, which is pleasingly ironic given the topic. Whether it was by sheer luck or magnificent four-dimensional cosmic planning, I attended university at a time when the humble threeway was all the rage and seemingly spawned an entire generation of stalwart appreciation for the beloved ménage à *trois.*

Which is to say that while threesomes outside of University life are notably harder to come by (pun somewhat intended), the tantalising possibility is still out there for those willing to search. Read more »

Fucking a stranger in an outdoor alleyway (30f) [FM]

There are a great many and varied approaches to the art of seduction; subtle and flirty, playing hard to get, invitingly sensual, confident romanticism, the casual long game, openly inviting, to name but a few. Each has their own relative pros and cons and each, if deployed appropriately, can be extremely effective in their own way.

Each also comes with something of an unwritten set of expectations. The approach very much tends to set the tone of whatever may ensue. If someone has spent the time romantically wooing you, chances are the resultant sex will be – at least initially – of the more sensual and ‘romantic’ variety. Equally if you’ve been playing a tug of war game of playing hard to get / will-they-won’t-they, the sex is more likely to be an explosion of barely contained energy as the hitherto unstoppable force finally collides with immoveable object.

But sometimes expectations can entirely subverted. And sometimes there’s a lot to be said to skipping the seduction entirely and jumping straight to the point…

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Sex Scrabble: Spell a sex act and play it out! (30f) [Group]

As an individual who has always enjoyed and delighted in the competitive side of sex with every orgasm – given or received – being deservedly be classified as a ‘win’, I consider myself to be something of a connoisseur on the subject of ‘sex games’. Or, perhaps more specifically; games involving a (potentially) sexual component.

I’ve written previously about ‘Strip Twister’ or, as it is otherwise known; a thinly veiled excuse to quickly get naked and intimate with a group. Not until you’ve played yourself can you truly understand the thinking behind making the playing mat wipe clean.

But as much fan as Strip Twister – and indeed almost any game you care to mention with the word ‘strip’ arbitrarily bolted to the front – is, there’s a degree of randomness to it which, while often fun, somewhat removes a player’s agency. Unimportant for most games (unless you happen to be as competitive as myself, in which case it’s infuriating) but a *vital* aspect of sex. Fucking is *all* about choice. And while it’s true that sometimes restricting choice can be fun in and of itself, the point is that you’ve made the choice to do that. Arbitrary limits are far less fun. Unless the point is to find exciting ways to circumvent them, but that’s a whole different story and i’ll try to avoid an early digression! Read more »

Performing Sex Scenes on Stage – Ultimate job satisfaction (30f) [FM]

Let me preface this anecdote by stating unequivocally that I am *not* an actress, nor for that matter have I ever held any particularly strong aspirations toward becoming one. Learning lines is a tedious and torturous exercise comparable only to last minute panicked exam revision, while actually acting in front of an audience tends to offer all the enjoyment and thrill of a particularly intense and violent stress migraine. Plus the whole ‘acting’ thing requires a degree of actual skill and talent which, if I’m honest, seems to largely elude me. (This may all be simple false modesty. In one early school production I was reviewed as ‘adequately portrays the character…’ High praise indeed, I’m sure you’ll agree.)

However, University is nothing if not a time for experimentation and pushing one’s boundaries so, being the arty, creative and largely unbearable type, I signed up to various performing societies. The less that is said about my so-called ‘Dramatic’ performances the better, as I quickly realised my forte was very much crafting the words rather than delivering them.

My favourite of these groups was simultaneously the most ridiculous and amongst the most pretentiously middle class pursuits I’ve ever embarked upon – a sketch comedy collective. Read more »

Two weeks until I turn 30: Day One – “Wank you as a thank you!” (29f) [FM]

In two weeks I officially lose the right to refer to myself as a ‘twenty-something’ as entropy takes its inevitable toll and I tick over into my thirtieth rotation around the sun.

But rather than spend my final fortnight mourning the dying days of what everyone seems to insist I’ll look back on as the best of my life, I’ve decided to celebrate them. How, you ask? By spending two weeks trying to cram in as much ludicrous incident that I’ll all too soon be considered ‘too old for that kind of thing’. (Note: I don’t actually believe this any more than I believe turning thirty will somehow unlock the secrets of ‘adulthood’ – it’s mostly an excuse for some fun. …Mostly!)

I’ll endeavour to chronicle my daily escapades (and inevitable failures) as a guide for how to *not* reach your third decade with dignity!

DAY ONE: “Wank you as a thank you!”

As something of an early birthday present to myself I’d made arrangements to have our dishwasher fixed. Not exactly rock and roll, I know. But after being without it for four months I figured turning thirty was a reasonable excuse to no longer have to dirty my own dainty hands. Read more »

“I’ll wank you off for a can of Pringles…” (29f) [FM]

There’s a time in our lives – if we’re lucky – when opportunities for sex are so abundant and plentiful as to render the need to actively seek them out redundant. For me and, I suspect, most others, this time was University. The first year specifically, where everyone is finding their feet away from home for the first time, and is eager to both stretch and part their legs to explore all the new found freedoms that independence can offer. A unique period during which casual sex is no trickier to find than sand on a beach. Especially during ‘Freshers week’ – a seven day period wherein the only agenda in any budding student’s diary is to visit as many drinking establishments in your new town as is possible, and begin making acquaintances for the next three years of your life.

And fucking. A whole lot of fucking.

While it would be exaggerating to say that *everyone* was purely being driven by their newly ignited and explosive libido that week – there were certainly a fair share of High School sweethearts intent on holding out for their first romance back home, and plenty still too shy, nervous or just plain socially awkward to consider wading into the free-for-all – those of us who had experienced a modicum of sexual activity and were hungry – or in my case, utterly ravenous – for more, and eager to make the most of the opportunity as it presented itself. Read more »

Getting Railed – Fucking on a Train (29f) [FM]

As I sit currently bored out of my mind on a lengthy and tedious train journey I can’t help but cast my mind back to a happier time: A rare instance in which I could get railed on rails.

Grant and I have been infrequent colleagues for a number years. Which is to say that we’re both a pair of poor-done-to freelancers who occasionally find ourselves working on the same project. He’s got the build and stature of a rugby player; broad and excitedly rugged, and a sharp and witty mind which I envy as much as I adore. However seemingly as if to compensate for being so generous with these blessings, fate deigned Grant with the most plain and forgettable face you could care to imagine.

Actually, I lie. You couldn’t possibly imagine it. It’s simply too nondescript.

The best I can manage in terms of description is if you were told to put together a police identikit image, but altered nothing beyond simply including that he possesses ‘Eyes, nose and face.’

And for anyone wondering – I’m not being cruel or speaking out of turn here. I’ve said all this to his face. To his plain, uninteresting face. Read more »

“Let me fuck you up the arse” (29f) [FM]

“Awww, come on Alice. It’s Valentine’s Day. The most romantic day of the year. The day for couples to show how much they care for each other… Let me put it in your arse!”

These were the delightfully romantic words uttered to me several years ago by my then boyfriend Ryan. And I immediately know what you’re thinking. How did I catch myself such a charmer?

Short answer: Our relationship had started as something of a ‘Christmas fling’ that had, somehow and despite the odds, survived until February. It was a largely causal affair but, I was assured, definitely more than ‘just’ casual sex as we also went on dates which, by definition, meant we were dating. At least, so I was told.

I’m being a little unkind. Ryan was a lovely, decent guy and, without wishing to sound too shallow, was incredibly good in bed. I’d always struggled when asked by friends what I saw in him to not answer too graphically. Because if I was being honest the two primary reasons could be summed up as:

1. Remarkable stamina.
2. A thing he could do with his fingers that I could neither explain nor mimic, but that – and I’m not exaggerating – worked every time. Read more »