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“Will any brave man volunteer to fuck my friend?” (29f) [MF]

Weighed down by the crushing inevitably of entropy, I turned a year older last week. Under normal circumstances such an event barely registers, and is used primarily as a thinly veiled excuse for drinking to glorious excess, such being the sole purpose of birthdays when one is in one’s twenties.

But this year was different.

Because this year represented the inexorable first step toward the end of my twenties altogether. The beginning of the end, relatively speaking.

Last week, dear reader, I turned twenty-nine. Which meant the countdown to my thirties had begun.

Growing up, thirty had always struck me as the age when you become an ‘adult’. Your twenties are for having fun, but your thirties are when life becomes serious. Now, I ought to clarify that I don’t *actually* believe this. But as I sit on the cusp of switching to the big three-o, it’s a concept I’ve spent a great amount of time riffing on, playing up that this next year is, ultimately, the last year in which I’m allowed to pretend to be a careless youth and have fun. Read more »

The Quickest of Quickies and the cum stained dress (28f) [MF]

Quickies. Sexually speaking, the fastest possible route from point A to point B. Or, A to O if you’re lucky.

While it’s true that quickies very rarely offer the same levels of satisfaction as their longer and more steadily paced sexual counterparts, I must confess that I’m very much a fan of them. There’s something about the sheer urgency and immediacy of a quickie that the common or garden sexual escapade simply cannot replicate. It’s helped that, at least in my experience, it’s due to their almost entirely spontaneous nature. A quickie is the definition of leaping into an opportunity with both legs wide open, so to speak.

But, tragically, not every quickie can be the stuff dreams are made of, and embracing opportunities for spontaneous and occasionally ill-judged excitement can result in a less than satisfying conclusion.

Which brings me to this; a tonally appropriate but uncharacteristically quick anecdote about the quickie that was a little too quick.

(Is it just me, or has the word quickie lost all meaning already? I’m almost tempted to replace it with the word ‘quiche’ somewhere within this post just to see if anyone notices. You have been warned!) Read more »

Stranger tells me to call him Daddy. (28f) [MF]

“Sex is a conversation. Good sex is a debate. Great sex is an argument.” -Quote attributed to Alice, Sometime in the mid 2010’s. Feel free to quote me. It’s probably one of the most sensible things I’ve ever said.

Communication is key to so many aspects of life, sexual shenanigans included. Which isn’t to say there’s not a time and a place for wonderfully simple and uncomplicated rhythmic grunting/moaning/gasping/yelping/panting/screaming – there can be something utterly joyous in uncivilised bestial simplicity – but, for the most part, communication and conversation during the act only ever makes sex better.

For the purely mechanically minded, sexual discussion need be no more than a set of instructions, expressed and delivered in much the same style as arranging and building some flat-pack furniture; ‘Up and to the right some more.” “More pressure!” “Wait, not so hard…” “Screw it, just like that!” etc. I.e. Entirely functional, but a little without soul.

But, equally, for the more verbally dextrous/literary minded/vocal railroader, it can go a little too far in the other direction, as you’re forced to listen to laborious minutes on end of waffle and needlessly overwrought and flowery vocabulary spewing forth before able to get down and dirty to the good stuff. Read more »

Birthday Double Blowjob for my Friend’s Boyfriend. (28f) [FFM]

“Alice, you find Luke attractive, don’t you?”

An innocuous enough question on the face of it, but for a few crucial factors;

Firstly, Luke was an incredibly handsome guy. Irritatingly so. If you were to draw ‘chiseled’, you’d draw Luke. This rendered it something of a rhetorical question. Of course I found Luke attractive. There couldn’t be many who wouldn’t. Which meant it was obviously a question leading somewhere.

Secondly, Luke was not a single man. Indeed, he was in a relationship of several years. Not that there’s any harm in finding a partnered up man attractive – but it did frame the question in a slightly loaded fashion.

Thirdly and perhaps most significantly; the question was being asked to me *by* his girlfriend. The very same girlfriend whom I’d been close friends with myself for longer than the pair of them had been an item. A dear friend who I knew didn’t pose highly loaded and leading questions purely for the sake of being hypothetical.

Little did I know at the time – though I do feel I immediately did suspect on some innate level – that it would ultimately lead to one of the most arse-clenchingly awkward encounters in my short but colourful life thus far. Read more »

Fucking a stranger at the BBQ where everyone could hear… (28f) [MF]

Hallelujah. A word that the more you look at it the more it seems like either a) a truly random keyboard mash of letters with no possible discernible meaning or b) something you’d probably cough up after necking a bottle of expectorant. An odd choice of word therefore to kick off a sexual anecdote post, you may think. But the truth is that there really is no other word more appropriate.

Because what occurred really did feel miraculous.

Long time readers will know that I’ve found myself in something of a dry spell, sexually speaking. Although ‘dry spell’ doesn’t really come close to capturing the magnitude of the issue. Draught is probably closer, but still lacks the gravitas or scale of the pit of sexless despair in which I’ve found myself trapped. So instead I’m going to say I’ve been suffering an everlasting ‘imanust event’ – which the observant among you will have noticed is Tsunami backwards – for only reverse tsunami so perfectly describes the scale of the ‘dry spell’, and lack of action contained therein. Read more »

Superhero Sex – Fucking at a costume party [FM]

Halloween. The glorious time of year when suddenly having a dressing up box is considered a boon and not a childish cry for help. The time when perceived wisdom has every female using the thinly veiled excuse to dress up as outrageously slutty as they can conceive, while guys make as minimal effort as possible to wear something that looks can barely be described as ‘dressing up’.

Thankfully though, the type of people I’ve tried to spend my life surrounded by don’t slip into the cliche of this perceived wisdom. Which isn’t to say myself and certain female friends don’t take the opportunity to make the most of exciting costume opportunities, but rather that we tend to mix with guys who actually do make an effort.

I realise this is two paragraphs of entirely non-arousing preamble, but fear not, it’ll eventually become clear. The tl;dr version of the above it that myself and friends are varying degrees of geeky at heart, and like our costumes to be accurate as well as arousing, and vastly prefer the type of guy who’s actually produced a costume of some merit, than worn a nice shirt and calls himself a cowboy. Read more »

Fucking in shop changing room (28f) [MF]

It’s an undeniable fact that a frankly worrying amount of my sex life can be summed up and/or rationalised in just four simple words;

‘Fuck it, why not?’

A key instigating factor for any sexual endeavour should be, of course, that it’s fun for all involved. This really ought to go without saying, though I do occasionally feel that some individuals need reminding. But that’s a discussion for another time. Suffice to say: Sex should be fun. If it’s not, then something has gone badly wrong somewhere down the line.

But in addition to this basic requirement, I often find myself considering a separate and almost equally important category that needs to be fulfilled;

‘Will this make for a good anecdote?’

Sex is a truly wonderful thing. I’d go as far as to say that – when it’s done well – it’s quite simply one of the most enjoyable and satisfying things that it’s possible to do. But it’s also fleeting. It’s a firework. Burns bright briefly and then is over. The duration is finite – 10 minutes if you’re unlucky, 40 minutes if you’re lucky and an entire weekend if you can cope with the Sting (which is, very possibly, the worst joke I’ve ever written – and it’s up against some stiff competition). Once the physical act is over what you have left is the memory. Hopefully a good one. But the best memories are the ones that are *shared*. To share a memory is, to a degree, to relive it – or at least the nearest your mind can create. Read more »

Spontaneous double blowjob turns competitive (28f) [FFM]

Let me preface this particular anecdote by pointing out that I’m a competitive soul. Stupidly so. Driven to win at all costs, sometimes even to my own detriment. I’m entirely self aware of this – some may argue – crippling flaw, but self awareness does nothing to prevent my competitive urge striking. If there’s an opportunity to ‘win’ (and sometimes even when the very notion of winning is subjective at best) then I will do pretty much whatever it takes to achieve victory.

It’s one of the (many) reasons why I decided to give up ever accepting dares – for the good of my own sanity.

I also, for better or worse, have always seen sex as something of a competition. Which isn’t to say it’s a race, far from it. But it has an objective. The aim is to make the other person achieve orgasm. And if there’s an aim, there’s a victory. It’s a completion in every sense of the word.

Philosophy out of the way, let’s get stuck in. Read more »