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Sucking and Fucking my Teacher. A role play that went a little wrong. [FM]

Role Play. An integral and essential part of sexual life for some, and a horror filled nightmare the likes of which Meatloaf referred to in his song “I would do anything for love, but I won’t do *that*”.

For my part, I absolutely understand the appeal. The opportunity to play a role and feel like somebody else for a while doesn’t present itself very often in life and, for the majority, role play presents the opportunity to enact the kind of fantasies that real life so rarely offers. But I can also very much see the thinking from those for whom the very idea may bring them out in a cold sweat. Because, when it comes down to it, role play requires acting. Not necessarily very good, deep or subtle acting – indeed, usually far from it – but, like most kinks, it’s something you’re either into or you’re not. And if you’re not, it’s a portal to only deep embarrassment, and the sudden and overwhelming desire to become celibate. Read more »

The thrill of sucking cock in public (…and why I was banned from my local cinema) [FM]

Sex is great. It is, arguably, just about the most fun it’s possible to have. But there can come a time when, if you’re lucky enough to be getting it sufficiently frequently, it can start to feel like it’s losing its edge. Which is to say it’s still great, obviously – orgasms are rarely not worth your time – but it can start to lose a little of its shine. It becomes just that little bit more predictable. More pedestrian. More, dare I say it, *routine*.

Which is when, in my experience, you find yourself starting to explore other means of regaining that exciting buzz that was initially a default bolt-on to any sexual escapade. You take your first tentative steps – or in my case, jumping in fully, both feet first – into finding a way to recapture the thrill. Specifically seeking out something new and adventurous, rather than just happening upon it. Read more »

(28f) Matched on Tinder. Met. Fucked. Deleted Tinder. All in six hours. [FM]

I’ve never been much of a fan of Tinder. It’s just a little bit *too* ‘instant gratification’ for my particular tastes. It tries to boil everything down to the most basic level – see a face you like, swipe (even in itself the most basic function a phone can do) say hello, arrange to meet; job done. Don’t get me wrong I can see why this stripped down approach would absolutely appeal to some but, personally, for me, it takes all of the – for want of a better word – ‘game’ out of it.

In its simplest terms, I’ve always felt that a date or a meet up or, hell, even a hookup, should be *earned*. There’s a satisfaction to be found in actually getting to that point and it’s a satisfaction that something like Tinder entirely strips away.

But, all this said, Covid and lockdown has rendered more traditional methods of meeting people an impossibility and, frankly, I’d gone without some lustful interaction for far longer than I felt was healthy. And so, pushing aside my reticence, I swallowed my pride and re-downloaded Tinder for the first time in years. Read more »

Blowing a guy with a friend. It’s polite to share. But I wanted to win. [FFM]

Let me preface this particular recollection 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 »

You don’t need Fireworks to end the night with a Bang… [FM]

With Halloween already a distant memory, now is the time of year we Brits would traditionally be looking forward to our next half-arsed quasi-‘seasonal’ event; celebrating the occasion when a bloke tried but failed miserably to blow up our ruling elite in the only manner deemed appropriate: Letting off a load of fireworks and gathering around communal bonfires!

To provide a little more context for those who’s never experienced ‘Bonfire Night’/’Guy Fawkes Day’, let me provide a little context for the typical ‘event’. For those already in the know, feel free to skip ahead. This will likely be a lengthy and mind-numbingly unsexy preamble, even by my standards.

Most UK towns and cities will play host to some form of Nov 5th celebration. In some cases these are tiny affairs with a small fire, a gathering of a few hundred people, and five disappointing minutes of things going ‘bang’ in the sky. Others are far larger with thousands of attendees, usually incorporate some live music in the prelude, and feature moderately impressive displays. At least for those inclined to look up into the sky and say ‘ooh’ at some pretty lights and loud noises. Read more »

Fucking Thor. Aka Sex at a Halloween Party [FM]

Ah, 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 »