Morning sex and light bondage.

This all feels so long ago now. . .

I shall stick to the truth as much as I remember it.

. . .

We wake up in the morning, I curl into big spoon behind him, trailing kisses down his shoulders. I love his shoulders, tan and freckly they remind me of a speckled brown egg, earthy and organic. He's not a morning person, but I don't feel like shifting from bed this particular morning either. Warm, soft skin the only thing between us, let's stay here forever.

The day turns into a bit of a bed day, trailing kisses soon turn into wandering hands, and before you know it I've migrated to face between his thighs, throbbing morning wood between my lips.

Later in the day (after finally emerging from bed and nomming some pancakes) he sits on the sofa with me and talk turns to bondage. Have I, would I, do I want to. I ask him the same.

He's less kink in general than I expected. I'm not sure why I expected some definite kinks and fetishes, but I did. It would be fair to say he expected himself to be more kink than he has ended up being. Don't get me wrong, he has far more experience than I do, but I put that down to years, rather than desire.

A rope is brought through, and he delicately ties my big toes together. Flash backs to the night before where he jokingly went to suck one of my toes that had ended up near his mouth. Feet are really not my favourite thing.

It's suggested that maybe we should go out somewhere, we haven't left the house all day, but desire wins over.

I comment that his bed doesn't really allow for much tying up, it's not very well suited. A flat headboard means there's nowhere to tie onto. I was wrong. There are restraints at each corner of the bed. Wrist and ankle cuffs tucked just out of sight. We're not going anywhere today.

He leads me through to the bedroom, then knot tying my toes together working itself free. He pulls my top and bra off over my head and kisses me whilst reaching for the restraints. I put up no fight. I'm curious to be tied up, to loose control. My wrists bound to the top corners, he pulls my jeans and panties off and throws them aside. My ankles are soon bound too.

I'm all his, to do with as he will.

He takes my nipples in his mouth, working one then the other, his hand on the breast not in him mouth. I like having no control, I enjoy also that it's all about me. I couldn't even return the favour if I wanted to.

He loves giving oral, and I know where this is going when he shimmies down the bed.

I might go as far to say he gives the best oral I've ever received. It's freaking amazing.

He's not afraid of getting right in there. A hot wet sticky mess. He nuzzles in burying his face between my thighs. They say the strongest muscle in your body is your tongue and with him I believe it. Probing and licking and stroking. Alternating between clit and the opening to my oh so wet slit. He takes a lip between his teeth and nibbles oh so gently.

"Fuuuuckk me", I moan.

I'm close, and he's not letting up. Tongue swirling faster and harder. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come.

I explode with pleasure. Clamping my thighs together I try to protect my sensitive pulsating clit. But with no hands to stop him, he works his way back in. He keeps working my clit and my orgasm keeps rolling, I feel like this constant state of bliss might never end. He works it for all its worth.

Finally he let's me rest, and comes and lies beside me as I continue to shake from that incredible orgasm. I kiss him to taste myself on him lips.

He holds me for a while before undoing the restraints. He reaches for a condom, looking up at me he asks

"Can you handle this?"

I'm not sure I can, I ache with pleasure and the thought of him being inside me seems really intense right now.

"Mmmhmm", escapes my lips.

Anything for the guy that just gave me that epic oral.

We both moan as he enters me, me because I ache so much, and him because he needs this so much.

We fuck with him on top. Slow to begin with, getting faster. I'm still in bliss from earlier and it all feels so good. He feels so good inside of me. It's not long before he's fucking me as hard and fast as he can. His face screws up in pleasure and his mouth falls open. I find it really fucking hot watching him as he reaches climax. He moans and shuddered and pounds into me. I gyrate my hips against him as he slows down and stops, milking him dry.

We fall into each others arms in a broken sex daze.

Sex with W. The beginning of an adventure.

When your not yet 20 year old friend answers your phone to find the text "I'm turning 40 next week, do you want to be my birthday present?" they tend to be a little surprised.

They tend to question whether you're going to go. Of course the answer is "No" . . . but only cos I'm busy next weekend. It could definitely be arranged mid-week.

. . .

I'm passing through the city on a Wednesday night on the way home from a camping and hiking trip with some friends, so I decide to visit, just for one night, see where it goes.

I rock up off a bus in my absolute sexiest state - having slept in a tent the past 3 nights and having only washed in a stream once in the last 4 days. I have hiking trousers rolled up to my knees and my life strapped to my back in a hiking pack. I have sun glasses on my head even though it's long been dark, and watch out for the ice axe sticking out from my bag. I'm real, deal with it. 

He deals with it alright. He drives me out to his place, and we head in. I'm not sure what to expect, on one hand, he's a lot of fun, very open, a bohemian vibe, long hair, the works. . . but on the other, he's a working man with a 9 to 5 job and a lifetime of experience behind him.

It's perfect. It somehow combines the two aspects in a sweet harmony of fairy lights, trinkets from worldly travels and professional articles and papers strewn around. After being away camping there is little I want more.

He's a feeder. I'm fed some delicious concoction, offered beer, wine, anything, everything. So well looked after. He runs me a hot bath and we stand in the bathroom watching it pour.

I could attribute it to the steam, or the atmosphere, or the way he looked at me, but let's be honest, we'd both been waiting for this in a suspense of curiosity since that train ride nearly 6 months previous. He kisses me, I kiss him back. I open my mouth slightly and invite him in, he kisses me hard and we both feel how much we want each other. I pull away,

"Come join me in the bath?", I ask.

What man can turn down that offer.

He brings me a whiskey and joins me in the hot water, soaping each other down, caressing all this skin that is so suddenly exposed. Wet soft skin on skin. It's not often everything is exposed so suddenly and completely, we drink each other in with our eyes and hands, exploring chests, legs, thighs. Before long the explorations get more intimate, and it's time to take this to the bedroom. I kneel forwards before getting out the bath and take his hard shaft in my mouth underwater, would I even notice if I drowned?

I throw my hair into a bun and we dry off quickly, he leads me to the bedroom and there's a brief moment of shyness passes between us. We're actually here, in bed, after all these months of curiosity.

He kisses my neck, my chest, my thighs, and moves his face between my legs. His tongue darts artfully out, just grazing my clit. I'm so turned on. He goes down on me for a while, tongue on clit, then probing deeper, nuzzling in, he seems to enjoy giving it almost as much as I'm enjoying receiving. But it's his turn. He stops reluctantly, but that soon changes as I trail kisses down his chest and stomach, licking up the shaft of his penis and taking the tip so gently in my mouth. Soon he wants more.

He kneels up and reaches over to the shelf beside the bed, a move that I will soon learn to mean that I'm getting some, and grabs a condom from the stash. He enters me for the first time.

Slow and gentle, hard and fast, it all feels so fucking good. I slide a hand between our bodies and rub my clit while he fucks me. So good, so good. I come for him for the first time and he kisses my shaking mouth. His turn. He fucks me hard and deep, it's so intense I'm close to coming again by the time he finishes, falling exhausted and happy down on top of me. . .

It's the start of an interesting few days.

(To be continued).

Introducing W.

I'd like you to all meet W.

Let's start at the beginning.

I was travelling back from a trip late last summer, he was travelling back from business. I sit across from him at a train table, and yes, I probably do clock pretty quickly that he is rather attractive. Shallow perhaps, but true none the less.

Long story short, a messed up phone-call from my Ex, leaves me needing to unload on someone.

"My Ex is in hospital after a climbing accident, doctors say he should walk again though. . . "

Queue a 5 hour long conversation about everything and anything.

It's hard to describe the feeling when you connect with someone, and maybe I didn't even really feel it as much as I think I might've. He was a cool dude, but I'm forever befriending randomers, especially on long journeys. Most of them I never see again.

Ready for me to sound like a 14 year old school girl?

But he was different.

There, school girl moment over.

He wasn't different in a complementary, treated me like a princess kind of way. Quite frankly that shit never works for me, let alone on a train where it comes across as plain creepy. He was different in that he was more open than your average Joe. Perhaps a South African upbringing leads to a different attitude, or retrospectively, perhaps a number of vivid acid trips in his youth were more to credit for the outlook.

Whatever it was, by the time I alighted the train, numbers had been exchanged, a condom had been gifted to me following an interesting conversation, and we kissed goodbye.

I promise the rest of our story is nowhere near as soppy. Stick with me.