06/07: Dogging
Not the sort you're thinking of. Pervert.
As I type my bitch is licking my feet, but that's by the bye. My boy dog had his testicles removed some years ago and since then has been an altogether calmer individual with pretty much zero interest in sexual matters. The only exception to this was when my bitch was on heat and he spent a few weeks following her around everywhere and mounting her at the slightest opportunity. To be fair, she encouraged him by looking provocatively over her shoulder at him all the time and wiggling her bottom. She still does this quite regularly but he just rolls his eyes these days.
Anyway, I can only conclude from this that the removal of testicles greatly reduces sexual desire but leaves a bit in reserve, which may be activated in certain situations. Since The Op it's very much been the case that my dog would rather go for walk in the woods than watch a porn movie and that certainly makes life less complicated (have you ever tried getting hold of dog porn?). However, this morning I was out walking the dogs and got talking to a lady who was walking her Havanese. The dogs got in a huddle and there was a lot of tail wagging and bottom sniffing, as is usual in these situations, and then I noticed that my boy dog had mounted the Havanese and looked quite, um, lusty as he clung on. The thing is though, the Havanese was male.
So I think the moral of this story is that it's never too late to give the gaynesses a try (should you be that way inclined).
As I type my bitch is licking my feet, but that's by the bye. My boy dog had his testicles removed some years ago and since then has been an altogether calmer individual with pretty much zero interest in sexual matters. The only exception to this was when my bitch was on heat and he spent a few weeks following her around everywhere and mounting her at the slightest opportunity. To be fair, she encouraged him by looking provocatively over her shoulder at him all the time and wiggling her bottom. She still does this quite regularly but he just rolls his eyes these days.
Anyway, I can only conclude from this that the removal of testicles greatly reduces sexual desire but leaves a bit in reserve, which may be activated in certain situations. Since The Op it's very much been the case that my dog would rather go for walk in the woods than watch a porn movie and that certainly makes life less complicated (have you ever tried getting hold of dog porn?). However, this morning I was out walking the dogs and got talking to a lady who was walking her Havanese. The dogs got in a huddle and there was a lot of tail wagging and bottom sniffing, as is usual in these situations, and then I noticed that my boy dog had mounted the Havanese and looked quite, um, lusty as he clung on. The thing is though, the Havanese was male.
So I think the moral of this story is that it's never too late to give the gaynesses a try (should you be that way inclined).
29/06: Just my luck
One of my hobbies, in common with a lot of people round here, is bulge spotting. I always think it's a bit like twitching really in that you go to places where you're likely to see what you're looking for and you keep your eyes peeled. It was with this in mind that I headed off down to the pool this morning. These days I don't count lengths, I just swim for 30 minutes whilst listening to music (I have waterproof equipment). For the first 15 minutes I had the pool to myself, which often happens at that time of day, and this was very pleasant. A male member of the spa staff walked past a couple of times and we exchanged smiles. However he was wearing baggy shorts and there was no bulge evident. For the second half of my swim a couple of ladies joined me but that was it. No bulges.
So I went back to the changing room, feeling energised but disappointed, and showered. As I stood naked at my locker afterwards, getting my clothes out of my bag, I noticed there was a text message on my phone. It was from a friend saying, "Just seen a huge bulge in Starbucks". Typical.
So tomorrow sod the exercise, I'm going to Starbucks!
So I went back to the changing room, feeling energised but disappointed, and showered. As I stood naked at my locker afterwards, getting my clothes out of my bag, I noticed there was a text message on my phone. It was from a friend saying, "Just seen a huge bulge in Starbucks". Typical.
So tomorrow sod the exercise, I'm going to Starbucks!
22/06: Hot damn!
I had a very pleasant day out at the Polo today. If you've never been I would recommend it as a spectator sport for a number of reasons.
Firstly, if you like horses, there are lots of them. For the uninitiated, a polo match is split into chukkas, which are a bit like halves in football, say, but there are more of them. Each team has four players and each player changes his (or her) horse up to four times per chukka. That's a lot of horses in a match like the one I went to today, which was a six chukka one. I'm not particularly a horsey person but polo ponies are beautiful creatures: toned, muscly and shiny, and incredibly athletic.
Secondly, if you like men, there are lots of them. The players are all very strong and fit and often rather pleasing on the eye. It's hard not to notice their athleticism as they hurtle up and down the pitch on their steeds at breakneck speed, twirling their mallets around and thwacking the ball. They also wear tight sporty 'whites', which would be excellent for bulge spotting if they'd only keep still for five minutes. Not only are there men on the pitch though; there are also plenty of hot ones spectating. There were car loads of them parked either side of my own vehicle, for example. Young, fit men....mmmm.
Thirdly, if you like women, there are lots of them. There are lady polo teams, of course, although today the only ones were in the crowd. It was a hot day and they mostly wore skimpy clothing. Obviously they weren't of interest to me, but others here may have enjoyed the view.
So forget the football, I say. Polo is a far faster, more exciting and skilful game played by real men. Hell, one guy fell off his horse, which in turn fell over him, and they both just got up and carried on with the game. None of that laying on the ground trying to get sympathy (or a free kick) stuff.
What could be better on a warm, summer's day than sitting in a beautiful countryside setting surrounded by hotness? Well, having an outdoor shag, I suppose. But there's always time for that after the match.
Firstly, if you like horses, there are lots of them. For the uninitiated, a polo match is split into chukkas, which are a bit like halves in football, say, but there are more of them. Each team has four players and each player changes his (or her) horse up to four times per chukka. That's a lot of horses in a match like the one I went to today, which was a six chukka one. I'm not particularly a horsey person but polo ponies are beautiful creatures: toned, muscly and shiny, and incredibly athletic.
Secondly, if you like men, there are lots of them. The players are all very strong and fit and often rather pleasing on the eye. It's hard not to notice their athleticism as they hurtle up and down the pitch on their steeds at breakneck speed, twirling their mallets around and thwacking the ball. They also wear tight sporty 'whites', which would be excellent for bulge spotting if they'd only keep still for five minutes. Not only are there men on the pitch though; there are also plenty of hot ones spectating. There were car loads of them parked either side of my own vehicle, for example. Young, fit men....mmmm.
Thirdly, if you like women, there are lots of them. There are lady polo teams, of course, although today the only ones were in the crowd. It was a hot day and they mostly wore skimpy clothing. Obviously they weren't of interest to me, but others here may have enjoyed the view.
So forget the football, I say. Polo is a far faster, more exciting and skilful game played by real men. Hell, one guy fell off his horse, which in turn fell over him, and they both just got up and carried on with the game. None of that laying on the ground trying to get sympathy (or a free kick) stuff.
What could be better on a warm, summer's day than sitting in a beautiful countryside setting surrounded by hotness? Well, having an outdoor shag, I suppose. But there's always time for that after the match.
14/06: FC Syndrome
A friend of mine sends me porn videos now and then (this won't exactly be a revelation to my regular blog reader as I devoted a whole entry to it once). The subject matter covers a variety of sexual activities with emphasis on certain practices that the sender knows are likely to appeal to me. Some of these involve women on the receiving end of men with cocks.
The cocks vary in size and I'll admit that I enjoy watching the larger ones in action the most, although that's just a personal preference. Anyway, one particular thing has been really getting on my tits for some time now and that is the proliferation of Floppy Cocks in these videos.
How am I supposed to take an intercourse seriously when the guy involved has a floppy one?
I am not used to Floppy Cocks in real life and I don't see why I should have to watch them in my virtual life. It completely spoils the moment.
So anyway, I've asked my friend to refrain from sending me anything bendy to look at ever again and he has given me his word that he will inspect the footage more closely in future. He will be severely punished if he lapses.
The cocks vary in size and I'll admit that I enjoy watching the larger ones in action the most, although that's just a personal preference. Anyway, one particular thing has been really getting on my tits for some time now and that is the proliferation of Floppy Cocks in these videos.
How am I supposed to take an intercourse seriously when the guy involved has a floppy one?
I am not used to Floppy Cocks in real life and I don't see why I should have to watch them in my virtual life. It completely spoils the moment.
So anyway, I've asked my friend to refrain from sending me anything bendy to look at ever again and he has given me his word that he will inspect the footage more closely in future. He will be severely punished if he lapses.
29/05: Meow
I was just leafing through the Times magazine and stumbled across a feature about Jon Bon Jovi alongside a full page picture of him. He looks pretty damn hot for a 48 year old. I may well put the picture somewhere prominent in my house to drool over. Also in the magazine was an interview with Sam Taylor-Wood, a lady I admire on a number of levels: for her artistic and film making talents, for her courage and resilience in overcoming cancer twice, and for at the age of 43 having a 19 year old fiance (by whom she is pregnant). Way to go, I say, and enjoy it while you can.
Anyway, this got me thinking that I've only once done the business with someone younger than me. He was a one-off and only four or five years my junior so not really that significant. This makes me wonder if I've been missing out and whether I should embrace my inner cougar. I suppose there must be pros and cons, as with everything. On the plus side a significantly younger gentleman would probably have stamina and enthusiasm; on the other hand he might be lacking in experience and technique. I doubt STW would agree with the latter though and age is of course only a number and when it comes down to it personality and spirit are what matter. Still, on a purely physical level I think it would be worth having a go with a properly younger man.
Following on from this then, here is a list of things I have yet to try:
- having a go with a properly younger man
- having a go with a Very Big Cock
- being taken in hand by a domme
- having a MFF threesome with two people who aren't a couple
- having a MMF threesome
- participating in an orgy
- a CFNM party
These are just off the top of my head and there are, of course, plenty of other things I've never tried. Of the seven activities listed I would definitely like to try six of them. I'll leave it to anyone reading this to work out which one I'm not that fussed about.
Anyway, this got me thinking that I've only once done the business with someone younger than me. He was a one-off and only four or five years my junior so not really that significant. This makes me wonder if I've been missing out and whether I should embrace my inner cougar. I suppose there must be pros and cons, as with everything. On the plus side a significantly younger gentleman would probably have stamina and enthusiasm; on the other hand he might be lacking in experience and technique. I doubt STW would agree with the latter though and age is of course only a number and when it comes down to it personality and spirit are what matter. Still, on a purely physical level I think it would be worth having a go with a properly younger man.
Following on from this then, here is a list of things I have yet to try:
- having a go with a properly younger man
- having a go with a Very Big Cock
- being taken in hand by a domme
- having a MFF threesome with two people who aren't a couple
- having a MMF threesome
- participating in an orgy
- a CFNM party
These are just off the top of my head and there are, of course, plenty of other things I've never tried. Of the seven activities listed I would definitely like to try six of them. I'll leave it to anyone reading this to work out which one I'm not that fussed about.
21/04: Online and Offline
I tend to buy a lot of things online as I live in the country and it's generally quicker and easier than going to the shops. Well, it turns out my new courier guy is a bit of a spunk. He came this morning and I found myself getting a little flustered; I made a right hash of writing my signature on his thingy. Life could get a little expensive from now on....although, thinking about it, if I send everything back he'll be coming twice as much. Hmmm. Could be on to something here.
Anyway, this is just a quickie to mention that I've hit upon a busy patch and won't be around much for a while. I'm just wondering whether I ought to employ a ghost writer in my absence...
Anyway, this is just a quickie to mention that I've hit upon a busy patch and won't be around much for a while. I'm just wondering whether I ought to employ a ghost writer in my absence...
06/04: Fetish of mine
I've just rediscovered there there is no undo button when writing a blog, not even when you delete a whole entry by mistake :o(. So, starting again from the top...
The recent talk on the board and in a blog about fetishes (including temporary ones...) has reminded me of one of the other things I had meant to blog about. I don't know the name of my fetish but it involves having sex while partially dressed. I don't mean being taken roughly from behind whilst wearing lingerie (although I certainly wouldn't object to that). No, what really gets me going is intercoursing while wearing normal, day-to-day clothes. I don't mean being fully clothed (although that certainly has its place, for instance when having a quickie in the loos of an art gallery, or in the woods, say), but in a state of semi undress consistent with an illicit, unplanned yet qualitative and/or quantitative encounter. I have to admit that the partially clothedness makes me feel more than a bit slutty. Obviously this is completely different to actually being a bit slutty though.
The other day, for example, I found myself being shagged hard and fast while bending over and wearing a very short denim mini skirt, and bra and panties (the latter which I subsequently left behind at the venue, not for the first time...). Of these three items of clothing it's the panties that really do it for me. There's just something about pushing them slightly aside and assertively guiding the ready and willing cock into its rightful place...bliss...hmmm...sigh....
The recent talk on the board and in a blog about fetishes (including temporary ones...) has reminded me of one of the other things I had meant to blog about. I don't know the name of my fetish but it involves having sex while partially dressed. I don't mean being taken roughly from behind whilst wearing lingerie (although I certainly wouldn't object to that). No, what really gets me going is intercoursing while wearing normal, day-to-day clothes. I don't mean being fully clothed (although that certainly has its place, for instance when having a quickie in the loos of an art gallery, or in the woods, say), but in a state of semi undress consistent with an illicit, unplanned yet qualitative and/or quantitative encounter. I have to admit that the partially clothedness makes me feel more than a bit slutty. Obviously this is completely different to actually being a bit slutty though.
The other day, for example, I found myself being shagged hard and fast while bending over and wearing a very short denim mini skirt, and bra and panties (the latter which I subsequently left behind at the venue, not for the first time...). Of these three items of clothing it's the panties that really do it for me. There's just something about pushing them slightly aside and assertively guiding the ready and willing cock into its rightful place...bliss...hmmm...sigh....
03/04: Cocks and stuff
Earlier on today a few random things occurred to me that ought to be blogged. Unfortunately I can only remember one of them for now, so I'll go with that and add the others as and when they come back to me.
I blogged a while back about my unsuccessful attempt to clone a gentleman's penis and turn it in to a vibrating version to keep to hand for those moments when I fancy a bit of it. Readers of the board will also be aware that ericdb has been trying to clone his own. number four has since given her expert advice on the best material and technique to use and I fully intend to have another go soon. I also thought I'd have a go at cloning my ladysofts, but that's another story (and they probably won't vibrate).
I'm all for vibrators and have extolled the virtues of my bunny here on more than one occasion. I've always believed that vibrators are a good substitute but that you can't beat the real thing attached to a hot bloke. However I've recently been advised that a vibrator wielded by an experienced handler can be every bit as satisfying. I'm more than willing to investigate this further.
In the meantime I think I may have hit upon an ideal solution. Yesterday I helped a friend to celebrate his birthday. I was buying his main present from Boots the other day and as I was passing the condom section I noticed they were selling vibrating cock rings. Why not, I thought, and I tossed a two pack in my basket. The (much younger than me) girl at the checkout gave me a look as she rang it up; I'm not quite sure what the look was, but I suspect it was along the lines of 'way to go girlfriend'.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon my friend happened to have an erection so it seemed an ideal time to break out the cock rings. And all I can say is wayhay!!!! A vibrating real-life penis attached to a real life hot bloke who knows how to use it. Orgasmtastic! One thing that surprised me, apart from how much the vibration enhanced the already excellent sexual experience, was how long it lasted. The instructions on the packet said each (single use) cock ring could be expected to last for about 20 minutes. Well, we had at least an hour's session with it, on and around the sofa if you're interested, and then another hour, this time on the bed, using the same cock ring on our return from an evening out - and it was still going strong! Whatever the reason for this I wasn't complaining - although I was moaning quite a bit...
I blogged a while back about my unsuccessful attempt to clone a gentleman's penis and turn it in to a vibrating version to keep to hand for those moments when I fancy a bit of it. Readers of the board will also be aware that ericdb has been trying to clone his own. number four has since given her expert advice on the best material and technique to use and I fully intend to have another go soon. I also thought I'd have a go at cloning my ladysofts, but that's another story (and they probably won't vibrate).
I'm all for vibrators and have extolled the virtues of my bunny here on more than one occasion. I've always believed that vibrators are a good substitute but that you can't beat the real thing attached to a hot bloke. However I've recently been advised that a vibrator wielded by an experienced handler can be every bit as satisfying. I'm more than willing to investigate this further.
In the meantime I think I may have hit upon an ideal solution. Yesterday I helped a friend to celebrate his birthday. I was buying his main present from Boots the other day and as I was passing the condom section I noticed they were selling vibrating cock rings. Why not, I thought, and I tossed a two pack in my basket. The (much younger than me) girl at the checkout gave me a look as she rang it up; I'm not quite sure what the look was, but I suspect it was along the lines of 'way to go girlfriend'.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon my friend happened to have an erection so it seemed an ideal time to break out the cock rings. And all I can say is wayhay!!!! A vibrating real-life penis attached to a real life hot bloke who knows how to use it. Orgasmtastic! One thing that surprised me, apart from how much the vibration enhanced the already excellent sexual experience, was how long it lasted. The instructions on the packet said each (single use) cock ring could be expected to last for about 20 minutes. Well, we had at least an hour's session with it, on and around the sofa if you're interested, and then another hour, this time on the bed, using the same cock ring on our return from an evening out - and it was still going strong! Whatever the reason for this I wasn't complaining - although I was moaning quite a bit...
21/03: Blast from the Past
Back in March 2008 (I know because I just checked my archives) I blogged about a very pleasant evening I spent in a hotel 'cuckolding' a friend of mine who is into that sort of thing, with a lovely chap we found online who was prepared to provide his services FOC.
I mention this now only because this past week, that is two years hence, I have received an email from said lovely chap enquiring after my wellbeing and asking if I fancy another go.
Funnily enough I received a similar email from the lovely chap in March last year as well.
So, I appear to be receiving correspondence from him on the anniversary of the deed, which is quite romantic, don't you think?
I mention this now only because this past week, that is two years hence, I have received an email from said lovely chap enquiring after my wellbeing and asking if I fancy another go.
Funnily enough I received a similar email from the lovely chap in March last year as well.
So, I appear to be receiving correspondence from him on the anniversary of the deed, which is quite romantic, don't you think?
16/03: Hysterical no more
Things had been getting a bit on top of me lately and I'd been a bit stressed, grumpy, and emotional at times. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with me and what I could do to feel like my normal self again. And then I had an orgasm. And all was well again with the world.
And the moral of the story is: for goodness' sake don't go too long between them.
And the moral of the story is: for goodness' sake don't go too long between them.