Chocolate Todger

See through

2010-09-07T01:44:00.003+09:00

Someone sent me these pictures recently, naively believing that they were real and that girls in Japan really did walk around with transparent skirts on that gave full visual access to their knickers and arses. There was even some heavy handed joke about all the airline tickets to Japan being sold out.

It does raise the theoretical question as to why women don't wear attire like this, giving the rest of us a permanent view of the charms that lurk beneath. It isn't as if we are seeing anything we can't see by other means - when they are wearing bathing costumes for example, or jodhpurs (God! Don't get me going on THOSE! Maybe I can buy my woman a pair in England and she can wear them around the house for me and carry a riding crop under her arm. Yummy!).

Even if they wouldn't wear them in the street as a matter of course they would be fun at parties. I'm sure with modern fabric technology it must be possible to make variably transparent skirts just like this for real.

It is a bit sad that it is always cute girls in their twenties that you see featured in this kind of airbrush artwork. It is a few years since I fucked someone so young, but my recollection is that they may have hungry fannies and squeal a lot when you give them a good knobbing but really girls of that age don't know what real cock is about.

I'd like to see some seriously hungry plump forty year old bums revealed by this kind of garment, something that would give you a good solid 'hard on' when you followed it up the street. Now that WOULD be worth seeing through

'Cream Pie' time again

2010-09-05T06:53:00.004+09:00

I know it is nasty, I'm obsessed by the idea and here I am with it on my mind again. I love the whole idea of 'cream pies' and sooner or later I know that I'm just going to have to have one. It is just the whole raw animal aspect of it all. Every time I watch a dirty video the idea of it is always fermenting in my mind, and I increasingly find myself envying those men whose women routinely and enthusiastically cuckold them. She thinks I just say it to arouse and tease, but I mean it. If I could find the right lover for my regular woman it would be the chief of many dark pleasures that I would want to explore deeply.

Some big chested younger man that was charming, skilled and above all, of course, vigorous, competent, manly, assertive and very virile with a warm, thick long velvety cock as hard as iron. I wouldn't be satisfied unless I watched every painful detail of her seduction and possession and he had used her until she was hollering loud enough to be heard in the next street. And then, once she had been utterly his and he had shot his load of thick white fertile seed to impregnate she would like on the bed and look something like this. 'Well had' woman meat - red, raw and rather bruised and the lips of her cunt still twitching, her womanhood still hungry for him and well engorged.

And his cum flooding out of her, oozing thick from her fanny and dribbling down the dark crack of her anus.

Then it would be my turn to so enjoy the 'cream pie' I have waited for. I want to gently ease my probing tongue in between her trembling cunt lips and lick and suck out and swallow every drop of another man's load from her gaping vagina.

500 Person Orgy

2010-03-26T11:08:00.003+09:00

One of the more bizarre bits of pornography I have come across on the internet is the film of a "500 Person Japanese Orgy". You have probably seen it already, but for me there is something wildy exciting about the context, so much that I want to want to know all the details. Apart from the angle of persauading 250 couples to fuck in one place, which seems much easier than I would have imagined, how did they manage logistical issues like finding all those identical futons for example. And a space big enough to do it all in?

At the beginning of the movie the girls are obviously all queued up at the rear of the building, they come streaming in through the door together excitedly laughing and joking and head for their futon. You don't see the guys arrive. Is this a matching of existing couples or a completely random process of fucking the nearest fanny I wonder? It must be the first surely, the couples look like they know each other. But wouldn't it be tasty if they were all meeting their partners for the first time in this fuck? I like Japanese women - I want one of these for myself!

And when the fucking starts there is just so much of it going on. Amazing how it is all the same, basically we all just fuck the same don't we, we do the same things. Like dogs, it is completely instinctive in all of us and it happens thousands, millions of times all the time. You could shag anyone couldn't you? It is one step on from dancing. And these being young guys they have lovely firm cocks and the girls being horny and excited and Japanese squeal like pigs, the noise is terrific. Lovely!

If I'd been the Director I'd have introduced some wilder elements here. I can't help thinking how much half a dozen 'predator' extra males would have added to the excitement, determined to get some cunt, any cunt, somewhere, somehow. If you can't satisfy your woman, and especially if you come too early and your seed is spent and your cock is limp, then some stronger male stalking around looking for just such a prize is going to take over your job and finish it for you. Yes that would really add to the drama of it all, a handsome athletic stranger finishing for a girl what your boyfriend proved incapable of. Maing a REAL woman of her at last.

Marking her Man

2010-03-26T10:44:00.003+09:00

I seem to have more fetishes and fantasies as time goes by and one that often pops into my head is the idea of women 'marking their men'. Did you know that many species - dogs sometimes and especially rabbits, foxes and porcupines on pretty well a daily basis - mark their mates by pissing on them. Presumably the scent conveys the message that the individual is somebody else's 'property'. Keep off - he is mine.

Sometimes I daydream about my women doing this to me. Maybe it is summer and we've been bathing in the river and had a picnic and now I'm lying naked on some secluded grassy bank by the water's edge sunbathing. Suddenly she's filled with an inexplicable hunger, a kind of animal fierceness, to 'make me hers', to mark me as her property so that other women know the score.

Impulsively she stands astride me, hitches up her cotton summer dress (naked underneath of course) and without a word lets fly with a flood of piss. It is aimed in the general direction of my chest but of course - and especially after all that beet she drank at lunch time - it is like a hose with a garden sprinkler being turned on and I am doused from my hair to my cock in her warm sweet smelling pee. Lovely! Now I'm her property, at least for a while, I have her mark on me.

My heart feels content.

Bisexual fantasies

2010-01-24T19:54:00.002+09:00

Woke up this morning with that feeling that I wanted to be used by a man. It doesn't happen often but I guess we are all bisexual to some degree and occasionally I have a powerful urge to be enjoyed in that way. If anyone suggested to me and I fancied them maybe I would do it. Drop my underpants and give myself.

Normally this urge comes to me when I wake up, perhaps I've been dreaming about it. I tend to sleep on my stomach so there is a delicious sense of being rather vulnerable to being penetrated doggy style, my anus is there pointed up and ready to be had. I lie there in bed and imagine a vigorous young man putting his hands on my buttocks and pulling my cheeks apart. He is not TOO big, nothing painful, but fortunately very hard, stiff enough to do the job well. He lubricates me and then that wonderful cock slides inside. My anus is relaxed and he pushes deep into me.

I can sense his horniness, the lust he feels for my body as he thrusts rhythmically, the head of his organ deep inside me. Wonderful! My arse opens for him, welcoming his passion, I want to give myself totally and feel his warm load shooting up. I want to be underneath, the 'fuckee', feel his excitement as he humps me and enjoys me, his strong warm shaft possessing my bum.

Lovely! Bring it on!

The world of 'cream pies'

2009-05-01T11:44:00.003+09:00

Sometimes I get a terrible hunger for a really big 'cream pie'. In my usual little daydream I imagine coming into my bedroom and my woman is already having the living daylights shagged out of her by some young athletic guy - rather 'Mediterranean' in appearance, maybe Italian. If this is my perfect fantasy maybe he's wearing silky white soccer shorts. Not 'wearing' exactly of course, perhaps they are rather down around his ankles, he was just so keen to get his rock hard member into 'my woman' that he never quite got around to taking them off.

They are at it 'missionary style' and of course they don't notice me. She's already on her ninety ninth orgasm and his buttocks are clutching together tightly as he empties the contents of his bollocks deep into her cunt. Then, when he's all done he pulls up his shorts and kisses her before he leaves.

She's lying there with her legs spread wide, her cunt lips raw and engorged, red and sore from his pounding. As I watch great globs of his thick white seed start to ooze out of her, dribbling down the crack of her anus and along the sides of her thighs. Her fanny is just filled with his seed. My cock is so hard I am almost bursting.

Now this is where my darkest cuckold instincts, of which I have a lot, take over. Maybe she is already impregnated with his child, I need to clean every last drop up. I kneel in front of her and start to lick, his semen fills my mouth and she groans with pleasure as the tip of my tongue dips deeper and deeper inside her vagina tasting every last drop of his juices, licking his sperm from her bum and crotch.

Oh lovely! I want to do it now! Surely there is some nice virile young man out there that wants to help me with this one!

Maturity

2009-04-06T17:29:00.004+09:00

Goodness! Ages since I posted here! Maybe my libido is slipping or maybe I've just been too busy. But this last day or two my imagination has been working overtime on mature women and I just have to get it down on paper eh?

Mature women. Well, there's mature and mature of course. To a youngster with bulging boxer shorts anything over thirty might be considered 'mature' but I'm thinking more of women over fifty or at least in their late forties. Women who are large, fierce and who know what they want from a man. I seem to have been daydreaming about them all week.

If you've been cornered by one you will know just what I mean. You thought this was going to be a trip to the art gallery to study medieval illuminated manuscripts and then suddenly they get very emotional and start fingering the bulge in your trousers and telling you that they are women with needs. Big floppy tits, a wet crotch and already their knickers are round their ankles and they are hauling you on top to give them what they crave, pinioning you between those powerful thighs and grabbing you in their big pale arms and humping you like crazy.

Women like this are what older guys like me need. I love the smell of their armpits, their damp fannies. Absolutely no finesse anywhere in sight, just a good meaty fuck. Roast beef and two veg. rogering. We don't care who we do it with as long as I'm good and hard and she's willing. Rutting, that's the word I'm looking for. Cock like a cucumber and I just rut away until she's hollering. That's what fucking is all about, you can keep the courtly love angle, it is a fat horny woman I need just now.

Tom's cock

2008-12-02T18:15:00.002+09:00

Here is a picture that Tom sent me a while back. He was wondering if I had any women that I wanted to share with him in a 'threesome' and I feel the idea is pretty tempting.

The quality of the photo is a bit grainy but the quality of the cock - goodness! A real five star todger standing there Tom and what I especially like about it is that it reminds me of my very bad self back in my twenties. Nice tight balls bursting with thick white seed, that flat muscular stomach - we can imagine the hard thrusting buttocks lurking behind eh? And that 'helmet' - you could break into a virgin's tight fanny in a moment with one of those and I bet he frequently does.

But what I really love most of all is that amazing cock shaft! Straight, thick, knobbly and look at the angle of his stiff erection! It would shag a woman brainless. It is just obscenely sexy. If I was a girl I would feel weak at the knees if I saw one of those about to make use of me.

I think that Tom would make my perfect partner in a future 'threesome' with any of my women. The sight of that 'hard on' almost touching his belly button as I prepared the lucky lady concerned for his attentions would drive me crazy and weak with the excitement of anticipation. What was 'mine' would soon for a brief moment be utterly 'his'. I'd want him to take her from behind I think, like a dog. I'd get her in position for him over a sofa or chair with her bum high in the air and then lift her white bridal-style dress over her head to let him see the stockings and suspenders beneath (love that kind of attention to detail!) and finally with a sigh slip her already soaking wet panties down to offer her. He would be at her so fiercely, rogering her so briskly that you would hear her hollering down the lane and she would soon forget me in the ecstasy of it all.

Meantime what should I do around the fringe of this serious fucking in progress? Play with her tits? Kiss her mouth? Or just sit back with a glass of Chardonnay and watch? I'll have to think about it. But afterwards of course the 'sloppy seconds' for me, my tongue would need to clean every last drop of his semen out of her quivering, bruised cunt. Delicious.

Gondola job

2008-11-30T20:09:00.003+09:00

Here is an interesting old print - the perfect holiday in Venice! And it seems that the idea of 'two at once' was just as exciting back in the 1920's as it is now. That lovely round plump arse and her boyfriend's big todger pumping away (which hole HAS he got that in exactly?) as her tits bouncing around beneath. Meanwhile the gondolier gets a blow job as he navigates the lagoon.

I'd have found it more exciting though if the gondolier had been doing the serious fucking. Blow jobs are OK as a polite social occasion but if I was him I'd want my turn at the 'main job'.

I always find this print exciting because I can so easily envisage my 'regular' woman being taken by this young man. He hasn't got all day and neither has she and soon her tits are out and her dress is hitched up around her waist and he is pumping away, his big thick cock hard up inside her. His face is red with excitement and he is on her like a dog, completely possessing her. She is crying out with passion as she comes hard. Soon he will flood her with his semen and then I (who have just been watching until this point or maybe getting a blow job too) will have to get down to the serious task of licking it all out.

Why do I have this strong lurking cuckold urge to see my women fucked by a vigorous young man. Is it just a fantasy or am I really interested in making it happen? I'm not sure. Part of me is disturbed by that lurking sense of jealousy and fear, another part of me wants to really see her getting it, see the horniness in both their faces as they get down to serious fucking and put me from their minds. Oh! And another part of me wants to clean up afterwards.

Who has tried it out there? And how did you feel about it?

Powder Puff

2008-11-21T11:57:00.003+09:00

I love the artist George Grosz. Born in Berlin in 1893 he painted wonderful images of the decadence of the Weimar Republic years before getting out of Germany just in time, the year before Hitler came to power. Later he lived and taught in America, and died in 1959 after falling downstairs after a night of heavy boozing.

He certainly knew all about fucking and did some quite remarkable paintings of orgies. I love the subtle little 'cameo' in this picture. The maid powdering her employer's cunt before another round of pleasure with the thick todger looming into the right of the picture. Thinking man's pornography.

There is something really delicious around all of this. Who do I want to be here? Certainly not the drone with the cock, he is just there to provide the necessary equipment for the next chapter of pleasure. Maybe the lady with the blue garter receiving the servicing, like a queen being 'touched up' for the next event. In more ways than one! Rich, powerful, self-absorbed, it seems quite natural to her that a servant would beautify her fanny, even wipe her arse if it required attention. Maybe especially that. Yummy.

But no, I think I'll be the maid in the little hat and apron. How erotic it would be to provide such a 'personal service' for somebody else. Just a few inches from her boss's warm sweaty cunt, probably all still a bit sticky and silky from her last lover, and her slightly pungent anus. Carefully applying that talcum powder with the brush, mopping away little splashes of perspiration and seed and knowing in a few moments all my careful work will be undone by the next rapidly stiffening cock that I can see out of the corner of my eye.

Now that's what I call bad, bad pleasure!

In Praise of Younger Women

2008-11-20T09:27:00.002+09:00

It is a while back since I last read Stephen Vizinczev's novel "In Praise of Older Women" but I'm thinking of writing a sequel soon and I definitely need to do some further research. It feels like a long time since I last tasted a 'young' woman if by young we mean 'less than 28 years old' and if we raise the bar to 25 it feels like a very long time indeed.

Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy fucking older women and there is a lot to be said for them, I'd screw them any day of the week. As a rule they know what they want and how to get it and some of them know some pretty interesting tricks too, they will often surprise you. No, I have no complaints about older women at all.

Also one lurking worry about younger women when you get to my age has to be that maybe they are hornier than you can handle too. Or maybe they have gotten used to fresh complexioned young athletes with dicks like iron and expect marathon performances that I'm - let's be honest here - just not capable of coming up with any more. Who wants to be a failure once his clothes are off?

All that said I definitely fancy some fresh young cunt. Smooth pink skin and sweet smiles and just the innocence of it all. And so many younger women I remember have really loved to be loved by mature and experienced men, lovers that know how every bit works and have enough experience of life to know the value of a body and heart freely given eh? If you want to be properly used get a man who knows what women want, that's my advice. Until women have known a much older lover they are missing something, they haven't been used properly yet.

In the bath

2008-11-19T07:26:00.003+09:00

One advantage of living in my house here in Osaka is that you can 'do it' in the bath. The Japanese bathroom is called the 'ofuro' and is quite different to its Western counterpart. The idea is that you shower and was first and then soak and relax in a hot bath afterwards. Or fuck of course, just as the mood takes you.

And the bath itself is much more convenient, squarer and deeper and there is lots of room for two of you to sit in there..

Fucking in the ofuro isn't a daily occurrence for me although I do try when I can to take my woman in there rather than my yellow plastic duck when it is bath time. It's nice to have her sit in front of you and play with her titties and see her nipples harden up. Usually we continue the shagging in the futon afterwards but some women are so darn horny that you just have to do it then an there.

The shape of the bath is just perfect for performing cunnilingus (I love that expression 'perform', makes it sound like 'Hamlet'. If your playmate stands astride you her warm dripping cunt lips are just at the perfect height to give her clitty the attention it craves, so warm and clean and wet and twitchy. And then, when it is good and ready and in dire need of filling she sits astride your stiff cock and up it goes under the warm water as you both relax and enjoy the coupling.

A perfect way to end a busy day.

Wheelbarrow required

2008-11-16T07:55:00.004+09:00

I love old fashioned prints and illustrations of fucking in progress and one of my favourite pornographic books is the two volume 'Erotica Universalis' by Gilles Neret. An absolute feast of copulation down the ages, from the ancient Greeks to 1960's Op-Art. Maybe I'll scan in a few of the pictures so that you can all have a good look or even better why not check on Amazon and perhaps you can pick up a copy there. In terms of wankable material or pre-fuck titillation worth every penny.

One set of pictures that is NOT in there is a series of Chinese scroll postcards that I used to have long ago but have lost. I bought them at an art exhibition and I live in hopes that they will turn up one day. They were those nicely detailed little illustrations from the Sung Dynasty and they showed a 'Big Cock Contest' in progress in ancient China.

Very funny. The first contestant as I remember was walking around with a whopper in his hand, but he was easily beaten by the second entrant who had his member supported in the kind of sling that you use for broken arms. Just when the guy was congratulating himself on his success along came yet another contestant, an old guy with a cock of such huge proportions that he needed a wheelbarrow to transport it in front of him.

That is me eh? The old guy with an unbelievably big todger. Sorry chaps but when it comes to pleasing the ladies you can't hope to compete with me and my special equipment. I often need a wheelbarrow to transport mine and that's even before I get a good stiffie!

But it seems that as long as men have been around they have been obsessed with checking the dimensions of the equipment of their competitors in life's great race for fanny.

Banana job

2008-11-13T10:29:00.003+09:00

I can't look at any object even vaguely suitable without wondering about how it might look inserted into a woman's cunt, and wonder if it might give her and me hours of endless fun and pleasure.

Like so many of my generation I was probably first turned onto all this stuff by those stories of Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithful. You know the ones - all about Mars Bars. And in those days Mars Bars were big chunky items of confectionery stuffed full of calories, not the weedy imitations sold these days. One of those put to work between your labia and you would have known it was there. Now probably some of the other items of confectionery would be more suitable, a giant size 'Twix' or even a 'Yorkie Bar' perhaps.

I keep meaning to try out all this chocolate ware on one of my women but I keep forgetting to make the necessary purchase at the convenience store. It must be fun to get someones cunt all chocolate smeared and the bar all juicy and wet and then eat both. But which to taste first?

One of my ambitions in this area is to try out some bananas. It is probably a bit of a fantasy, though, not practical. I mean, if you took one of the big Fyffe's Caribbean imports and didn't peel it, it would provide service well enough provide you carefully shaved off that crusty bit at the tip. And if you used a ripe one her cunt would chew away at it as she got aroused and mash the shaft for you, a bit of subtle masochism lurking there. Eaten by a cunt, lovely. But a peeled banana wouldn't stand up for much rogering before your horny woman had reduced it to a hopeless pulp running down the insides of her thighs.

Hmm .. maybe the secret would be to try one of those smaller green bananas you can get in Madeira. Even peeled they might take the strain, staying firm and straight and full of flavour as it brought her pleasure while you consumed it from the other end.

Hornyland excursion

2008-11-10T09:11:00.003+09:00

Wouldn't it be nice if there was a kind of 'Disney World' or even just an 'Alton Towers' devoted to eroticism? You could take a day trip there and experience a hundred erotic sights or experiences all for the price of the entry ticket! No extras! No shame! Welcome to 'Hornyland'!

One 'ride' in this 'theme park with a difference' would have to be a 'grotto visit' under that subway grill that features in the Marylin Monroe film "Seven Year Itch". You know the one - where the up rush of air blows her dress up. Exciting or what? It has to be one of the most erotic 'upskirt' visions of all time! We head down a narrow tunnel, then there is daylight in the ceiling ahead and suddenly there we are! Looking right up Marylin's dress from 'ground zero'.

No names no pack drill, but I do actually know of just such a place as this. If it is still there I suppose, it is years back since I discovered it. It is - maybe was - in the city of Worcester in England. In an old hotel there the gents toilet in the basement featured a small cellar storeroom area built out under the pavement with smoked glass tiles in the ceiling to provide natural light. Some of those tiles had cracks and small holes. If you were bad enough to have peered up through you would have had a worm or bug's eye view of the busy pavement above and could have seen right up the skirt of every passing female.

Of course I only mention this because it would have been very bad to have spent even a moment there admiring the arses of all those ladies passing by from that perspective. Not the kind of thing that anyone should dream of doing.

Unless of course you buy your ticket and pay us a visit in 'Hornyland'. Here you will discover a 'ride' specially designed for people with this little fetish in mind.

Shoeshop Girl

2008-11-09T10:53:00.002+09:00

Went to buy a pair of new trainers a few days ago. Here in Osaka the store assistants in shoe shops still come and greet you when you come in and offer to help, a luxury that we seem to have given up on in England, so it was no surprise that a girl of around twenty five came to the door to welcome me in.

Nice arse. She was short and plump and and I just couldn't help noticing as she walked into the shop in front of me that her jeans were stretched over a very beautiful bum. Tastier even than Black Forest gateaux smothered in cream. Dark fantasies started to percolate through my head. A common theme running through them was of this girl suddenly stopping, unbuttoning those jeans and yanking them down to her knees as she bent over to proffer me her naked buttocks murmuring "sumimasen - excuse me but I suddenly have this very intense need for ... please help me ... I'm sure you understand what you have to do ..."

I'm a great bum expert, the completely fascinate me and this was one of those that I'd classify as a true 'overhanger'. You know what I mean? Just below the waist is a kind of a ledge that you could perch a small vase on and then the buttocks curve around 180 degrees like two halves of a soccer ball stitched together. They jut out so perfectly that you can't actually quite see where they meet the tops of the legs below, it is 'shady' under there, you could rest from the sun in the shadow. Especially on girl like this who was petite in any case.

Yes, nice arse! Perfectly designed for inserting a stiff thick todger into either of the available holes and pumping away at. Maybe I need some more new shoes, I'll have to go and take another look, see if I can get to sample this one. I wonder if she has a boyfriend. Anyway I'm sure he wouldn't mind ...

Little Sian

2008-11-07T17:48:00.003+09:00

Woke up last night with a 'stiffie' thinking about 'Little Sian'. When I was working in Wales years ago there was both a 'Big Sian' and a 'Little Sian' in the factory office and both those girls had a formidable reputation. Big Sian was far out of my class even then, she would have eaten me for breakfast. Her staple diet was guys from the steel works and boxers and bodybuilders on steroids. Little Sian was more my style, a rolypoly girl with a loud laugh and short skirt and lovely legs. Oh! And a plump arse and tits like watermelons.

She was a 'sport' too, one of those girls that was very easy to lay, no previous experience required. And most people in the place had laid her too. Basically she was 'willing' - she loved sex and the more the merrier. But in those days I was a safely married man. Huh! 'Time-waster'.

Then the works closed down and we had a big party in a social club. Of course we were all pissed out of our skulls and dancing away in a heaving mass and there was Little Sian dancing with me! Dunno how that happened but we were smooching away and my hands were all over her. Groping those ample tits and her big arse and 'exploring' all those bits I'd always been curious about and she was laughing and snogging me and grinding away against my cock. Wonderful! She was a complete tart and easy woman and and we were laughing and almost fucking in the middle of the floor and probably would have been if we hadn't been falling down drunk. When you are young a 'skinful' seems more important, you think there will be endless opportunities in life for the 'other'

I never did see her after that, another opportunity wasted. Probably married with eight kids and shagging behind hubby's back now. But I still get a 'hard on' when I remember the delicious smell of her and the feel of those gorgeous melon sized tits. Women's bodies are wonderful and especially when they are of a generous disposition.

Don't speak the language?

2008-11-06T08:12:00.003+09:00

It has always been a little fantasy of mine to fuck a woman without either of us knowing a word of each other's language. It must happen often enough but I'm not thinking here just of sad quick jerk-offs but off some careful, sensitive and intense love-making, and that must be rather rarer.

To even get to the stage of taking each other's clothes off would require some luck and imagination. I mean, you'd have to feel a really powerful magnetic attraction going on there and need to be lucky in terms of opportunity and privacy. And without verbal communication how do you correctly identify just how far each of you wants to go with this?

Once you got down to business though it would be pretty interesting because you would be relying on all the little 'animal signs' and unspoken communication between you, just how much you were 'on each others wavelength'. We think that sharing a language helps us to share information about our desires but perhaps the opposite is true, the whole business of talking gets in the way of our animal natures. Having to trust to sight, touch, smell and 'instinct' might make for a much more intense sexual experience. The drive to couple and mate is 'pre-linguistic' after all.

Well, let's hope I get my way with trying this out, I'm really ready to have a go. And if your wife only speaks Mandarin or Tagalog and has an adventurous nature and you want her well shagged - why not drop me an e-mail sometime?

Yellow Pages

2008-11-04T07:37:00.003+09:00

I was talking to ... (mmm .... which one was it?) ... the other day about styles of fucking and we pretty well agreed that all women need regular doses of both strong and gentle loving. Your gentle lover understands women bodies and psychic needs intuitively. He talks softly to them, tells them about their wonderful qualities and caresses them with respect and care. Of course his 'stiffie' is lurking there ready, but out of sight. Your strong lover on the other hand has such a massive slug of testosterone flooding around in his blood stream that he has to fuck every woman's brains out, grabbing her by the hair and using her fiercely to satisfy his urgent needs. His big purple dick is like a ramrod and provokes immediate floods of love juices.

Not many men, if any, can play both these roles for the same female. Of course there are many gentle ones that can develop a fair head of steam and many strong ones that do their best in the chocolate and flowers stakes, us men instinctively realise the importance of both. But when it comes down to it, it is like being left handed and right handed. How many ambidextrous people have you actually met?

Perhaps there ought to be sections in Yellow Pages for 'Gentle Lovers' and 'Strong Lovers'. Then if the girls felt they weren't getting enough in one department they could just let their fingers do the walking.

Me, I would definitely be a bold entry, if not a small semi-display ad, in the 'Gentle Lovers' section of the phone book, I even have NVQ qualifications to prove it. I just love to spend time touching women and chatting to them and telling them what amazing women they are; beautiful, kind, intelligent, talented and desirable. Well, it is true! Women are. If you are feeling short of this kind of attention the phone number to ring is um ....

Porker

2008-11-03T07:43:00.003+09:00

During my student days I spent a year in Scandinavia. All a bit like a young bull being let out into a field full of heifers to be honest but there was one girl whose appetites moulded my outlook on sex a lot. I'll call her 'Porker' because she was pretty porky; large, lots of meat on her and very pink skin. Delicious too.

I wish I'd asked Porker more about her earlier sex life because I realise now that it must have been pretty interesting, involving for example two Chinese guys in a menage a trois. However the main thing about her was her passion for cunnilingus. She just couldn't get enough of it and you wouldn't get your cock in there unless you'd pleasured her with your tongue for at least half an hour.

Now Porker knew exactly how she wanted that tongue deployed. Around the clitoris of course, they all want that. But she especially wanted it used as a kind of alternative stumpy little dick that not only darted in and out but also side to side. Having the lips of her cunt stimulated like this drove her wild and she humped my whole face when she got going.

This could be quite exciting because she was both big - I mean BIG! - and a star at presenting the target at just the right angle. I've never met a woman with the same talent since. And usually for her this meant squatting over you, front to back or back to front depending on her whim, and pushing her fanny down onto the tip of your tongue to demand attention. She would cover your world from horizon to horizon as her big pink arse got close up and intimate with your face and her moist cunt lips took their enjoyment from your quivering tongue tip.

Oh! Happy days! You really taught me to be a real craftsman in that department Porker! You could never guess how many women have benefited from the time you took to teach me.

Lover's Luncheon

2008-11-02T09:20:00.002+09:00

As we seem to be in the realm of 'fantasy soccer team' this weekend I ought to mention my 'Lover's Luncheon' concept which I'm hoping to introduce soon locally here in Japan. The lease on the restaurant premises is already signed and I'll be hiring soon -so if the concept interests you let me know. Hey! But until the brand is registered please don't talk about this too much, I don't want 'Jonathan's' or 'Little Chef' stealing this one from under my nose!

Well, the scheme is simple. I've always argued that food and sex go well together and I once had a girlfriend who ate Mars Bars the whole time I was fucking her. So I guess the proof is there. What I have in mind here is this - special discreet intimate candlelit dinners for couples looking for romance.

So far so good. But this is where the novelty creeps in. The gent's seating is conventional enough, a simple gilded carver with pink upholstery. But the ladies chair is cunningly positioned with satin curtains behind and is not, in fact, your conventional seat at all. A complex arrangement of supports ensures that, if she hitches her skirt up and removes her under garments, an invisible young male hidden behind that curtain can insert his penis into the appropriate place without interrupting the flow of conversation over the meal.

There we have it. As the lady settles down to an intimate evening with her partner and picks up her soup spoon or begins her prawn cocktail an experienced Italian waiter inserts his throbbing member and copulates with her throughout the repast. She can enjoy the cuisine, the romantic conversion with her beau, listen to the gypsy violinist and have a leisurely orgasm by the time the coffee and after-eights arrive.

Do you think it will be a money maker? The secret of course is in my patent design for her seating which gives both a comfortable seat and easy access to her vagina. Details to follow.

Musical Fannies

2008-11-01T07:41:00.002+09:00

Writing the other day about doing it in the dark with someone you didn't know reminded me of a little fantasy that I've always wanted to try out. And here it is! Basically it is the same as 'musical chairs' but with one important difference.

Instead of chairs you use women, right? Well, for ease and comfort probably women over chairs but the woman is the important thing. You take your woman - wife if you have one - along to the party and she gets used as equipment in the game. All the ladies face into the centre of the circle and assume doggy-style postures over chairs, vaulting horse and other suitable equipment with the men forming an outer circle around them.

Probably you haven't worked out yet how the game goes so here it is. When the music starts all the men - who don't have any clothes on by the way - dance around clockwise in a circle. In the meantime the ladies, who aren't wearing knickers either and already have their skirts hiked up over their heads in anticipation, are in full view with their quivering arses in the air.

The game is this. When the music stops the men have to jump on the nearest woman, grab her by her 'love handles' and shove their cocks in and start fucking. BUT when the music starts again they have to withdraw at once, form up in the circle and start moving around again. Maybe we'll give the men around 20 seconds 'on the job' to get it in and get copulating.

I can't decide which way this game ends so I'll mention both possibilities. First one is that we play in the conventional way. At the end of every round one woman gets removed, starting with the ugliest, so that there is always one more man than there are available cunts. This would encourage a lot of harmless fun as the men dashed for the nearest available crotch and players found themselves being pushed off their woman by those sad assertive young guys who play every game to win. And then you'd have to 'sit out' and watch everyone else still having a go in successive rounds

The second ending would be that we keep all players in the game but the winner is the one who comes first. As you'll only have 20 seconds to do it there will be some dire jacking off going on, the whole place will resemble a rabbit warren. Then eventually some virile young stud would get there and holler "Full House!" and everyone would take a good look to see if their was any semen running out of the lady concerned.

If you think you can organise either of these let me know. I might be getting a bit past participation myself but I'll come along and turn the music on and off for you. Always wanted to be a referee ...

Man in the Street

2008-10-31T07:26:00.003+09:00

Sometimes you see something that is neither here nor there but it has you wanking for weeks. For me it is often some clue about an aspect of other men's sexuality which is something I've not had much direct experience of. So far.

One memory that still has the power to wrap my hand around my cock in search of private relief is of something I saw outside Bridgend railway station in Wales years ago.

I was walking up the hill and three young guys were coming down the opposite side of the street. They were a rather 'yobby' crowd, definitely not 'nice boys', laughing loudly and taking up the whole pavement. As the were just passing by the tallest and strongest of the bunch grabbed one of the others in a bit of horseplay. To demonstrate his dominance, that he was the 'alpha male' of this small pack, he pushed his friend down over a low wall and pretended to fuck his bum. There was much shouting and laughter.

But what an amazing sight. It always stayed with me. That guy was such a natural and outrageous fucker that it was scary. Big chest, powerful arms to hold and strong muscular legs and buttocks inside tight grey trousers. Even without seeing his cock you knew that it would be a formidable one that would copulate with anything and everything. The whole world existed to give that cock pleasure.

And the movement - what a wonderful rhythm! Brisk 'circular' strokes. Powerful, intense, I almost fainted at his sexual power, my own cock shrank away. I wanted him to fuck my woman, to fuck me, to be the cock that had us all. The first time in my life I think that I realised that I had lurking cuckold tendencies, lurking 'bi' tendencies and it fact lurking tendencies of all the varieties that you could name.

Anonymous Fucks

2008-10-30T11:24:00.002+09:00

I've always thought that 'anonymous fucks' are really great fun and I wish I'd had many more of them. But still time I suppose, it I get on with it. So far I have only twice had a proper fuck where I haven't had the slightest idea who I was doing it with.

I don't mean simply that I didn't know her name of course. No, I'm thinking more of times when I hadn't the foggiest idea of who she was or what she looked like. Or even what her voice sounded like. Could have been anyone.

One of these occasions involved the classic student 'dark room and mattresses on the floor and many groping couples' situations beloved of wild college parties way back when . I'd gone in there with somebody else and they had wandered off to the toilet to be sick and suddenly in the pitch black a girl started snogging me heavily. And then as if by magic her skirt was up and I'd yanked her knickers to one side and I was on her and into like a dog and we were at it on one of those mattresses. Me up her like a ramrod and her invisible titties flying around and jigging like an African dancer and her legs clasped around me. What a nice fuck and so quick! And we never said a word and I had no idea who it was at all...

If you are sitting there thinking what a bad boy I was let me tell you she was much more of an animal about it than I was. Maybe she was just getting her revenge for her boyfriend disappearing off with somebody else or maybe she was always seriously on heat like that - a scary thought. One way or the other by the time I had got my breath back after an almighty orgasm she had buggered off into the gloom.

Of course there is yet another interesting possibility I like to think of which makes me laugh. Maybe she thought I was someone else! A case of mistaken identity! Perhaps - with my thick cum dripping down the insides of her thighs and her fanny sore and bruised - she wandered through into the kitchen to get a glass of wine and there was the man of her fantasises chatting about football to some friend. Oops!

Well, I like to think so ...

Old-fashioned knickers

2008-10-29T07:37:00.002+09:00

I really have a soft spot for old-fashioned knickers. You know the kind of thing - a real "pair'" of them. Sometimes they are called 'bloomers' although real bloomers are something different. Or 'combinations' - a nice word.

My grandmother used to have a drawer full of pink and flesh coloured shiny satin ones when I was a little boy and when they went on the line across the back lane on Mondays I could hardly tear my eyes away, they would be worth a fortune on E-Bay now. A drawer full of 'drawers'. They were a milestone on my road to initiation into sex. They came down to just above her knees and were elasticated at the bottom to avoid any possible glimpse of 'private parts' in the event of upskirt glimpses. Sometimes I see similar gear on market stalls in England but it is usually guarded by old dragons in size 20 cardigans and I've never plucked up the courage to look.

Call it a fetish if you like and who wouldn't but I'd love to dress my women in stuff like this. On top some loose dowdy mid-calf cotton dress and underneath - nirvana! soft baggy underwear and nylons clipped to the straps on corsetry. Oh! Yummy! So much to explore, it would be interesting to see if modern women had the style to 'carry off' all this stuff under their skirts.

A while back I bought Snowdrop a pair of real Victorian bloomers on E-Bay and you wouldn't believe what opportunities they offer for hours of not-very-innocent fun. They are in linen and cotton with lace trimmings and come down to her knees and they tie at the waist.

Now here's the interesting part. These drawers don't have any arse in them. They tie up at the back but, very conveniently, they permit rear entry to all 'facilities' without the need for removal. I suspect that they were originally designed like this so that women could use the toilet for a crap or a pee without the need for endless removal of corsets and bustles. But a bonus from this design is that you can get your cock inside without removing the garment.

I sometimes wonder if our great-grandparents were aware of the usefulness of this facility. Hard to imagine though I suppose, they didn't go in for fucking much in the Olden Days. So I'm told.

Wanking is fun

2008-10-28T08:31:00.002+09:00

I was reflecting the other day on what I think about when I wank, and how it has changed over the years. It would be an interesting thing to research wouldn't it?

I must have started wanking when I was about eight and I even produced a little seed around then. By eleven I was certainly well at it, so 'urgent' that on one occasion I even did it in the sidecar of my grandfather's motorcycle combination during a ride that can't have taken more than ten minutes. I was already a practised little deceiver.

In my teens I wanked lying on my stomach and thought a lot about up girl's dresses and about their bums while I did it, preferably clad in frilly underwear and involved in some unspecified 'queening' type of activity. But kissing and cuddling a girl was a kind of romantic element in these twice or thrice daily tissue filling exercises. After that, as women started to be the main recipients of the ample contents of my bollocks directly I have no recollection of wanking for some years though I must have gone for the odd bit of relief when there was no fanny on offer.

In my forties, away from home on long business trips, I started wanking again in earnest and around then it was other younger women that interested me, imagining what they would be like as they stripped off and offered me their bodies. Nice, but to be honest I should have concentrated on having the women themselves, I was much too loyal for my own good. By then I always did it standing up, often shooting straight into the toilet while imagining my lover doggy-style before me.

Lately the idea of my women being fucked by other younger, more virile I guys seems to have become the main source of pleasure for me in that department. Maybe it is nature's way of stimulating a bit of ambition into me, if I can't do the main job then at least I can get in there and sort out after him. This all sounds like Shakespeare's 'Seven Ages of Man'.

Wanking is fun, isn't it! Must remember to do more of it.

The Big Day Out

2008-10-27T10:53:00.003+09:00

That 'Ur of the Caldees' temple tradition I was writing about yesterday really appeals to me and I sometimes like to daydream about what the modern equivalent might be.

In England we have a tradition that public footpaths and rights of way have to be used from time to time or they will revert to private land; maybe we could try something similar for marriages.

I'm all in favour of introducing a similar rule for wives. Like we use to have 'Big Day Out' works trips for employees. Say once a year, on their birthdays - or some other agreed date - they have to fuck with someone different. It would be a kind of a ritual. She'd get her hair done the day before, buy a new outfit including - of course - very nice lingerie and generally get excited at the idea of a new man tomorrow. For a week before the husband would be denied his conjugal rights - he'd have to wait until after the 'big day' before any return to normal fucking. He'd have to hang around morosely in a sweet agony of anticipation thinking about it all.

Of course it would just be the one time in the year, the date known long in advance. All other times hubby would continue to have sole rights to her favours. This would be following the principle that 'a change is as good as a rest'. I think it would be very popular with most women.

But I'm much less clear as to the details of all this. Does it have to be a 'new guy' and if so how would she hook up with him? Or can she use this as an opportunity revisit former boyfriends for old time's sake? Do these annual fucks take place in romantic resort hotels - a welcome break from domestic routine or a day away from the office - or do they take place in the marital bed with the husband banished to some single room in a cheap motel for twenty four hours? Perhaps part of the ritual that might grow up around this new practice could be that the whole thing is discreetly videoed so the the husband sees the details afterwards. A bonus for him too.

Suggestions would be welcome. Let's get this onto the statute books soon!

Ur of the Caldees

2008-10-26T15:47:00.003+09:00

Somewhere I've got an old paperback titled "The History of Sexual Morals" or some such, much 'thumbed' from my younger days. Amazing what folks used to get up to!

One of the most interesting sections of this book dealt with an ancient Babylonian culture, it might have been the city of Ur of the Caldees. Well, one of the things they did back then was that every married woman had a religious obligation, once in her life, to go down to the temple of the city Goddess of Fertility. There she had to sit and wait until a stranger came and offered her a coin and then she had to go into the temple and let him fuck her.

It was a sacred ritual, and no married woman was excused. Of course the rich beautiful ones didn't have to wait long before they could fulfil their vow to the Goddess. Some horny bastard would be there in a minute and would give her a shekel and shag the living daylights out of her and in an hour she would be back home. Some of the uglier ones might have to hang around an hour or two but somehow I doubt it, there would always be a willing customer around with a pocket full of loose change. Once they had been fucked their 'honour' was restored and they were returned to their husbands. You couldn't have a second installment.

I like this idea. Of course I might be down there with the contents of my piggy bank but you have to stop to wonder about how the husbands felt about all this. "My day for the ritual fucking at the temple today dear". "Oh! Right! Well, take care and enjoy yourself! Don't let him do anything I wouldn't do"

Those guys must have wondered who the heck their wife was going to get laid by (some centurion with a huge todger??) and there was absolutely nothing they could do about it. Those cuckolds just sat at home and waited. Yes, the idea excites me, I'll write about it more later.

Polygamy

2008-10-25T14:14:00.002+09:00

The idea of polygamy really interests me and I don't see why we shouldn't have it. I mean, if you are Christian or something and think it is wrong just take a look in the Bible for yourself. Solomon and that crowd had hundreds of wives. Why can't we? Bloody politicians spoil all our fun.

In a competitive capitalist society surely it makes perfect sense? I mean, here I am, powerful, wealthy, greedy and rapacious and there you are impotent, poor and weak. Surely I should be the one with all the women making all the babies and you should be relieved of all those problems, in a way I would be doing you a favour. I have have your share of fanny and then you can just live in the factory dormitory and work harder.

As a child I always liked those pictures of the Sultan sitting on his cushion choosing his women for the night. I wouldn't be greedy, four or five at a time would keep me satisfied. See how thrifty I am?

I often catch myself wondering about the practical side of polygamy? How do you arrange things? All in a big bed or visit them one at a time? And how to divide the night between virgins and experienced wives? Do you kick off with the virgins first to do a good job of penetrating and impregnating them and relax with someone familiar and accommodating afterwards or do you warm up on familiar ground to get in training for new conquests?

Well, if you have any experience of this let me know. I wouldn't want to make any mistakes when I get a shot at it.

Big John

2008-10-24T12:29:00.003+09:00

Writing yesterday's blog had me thinking straight away about a guy that I used to work with years ago in sales. Let's call him John - er 'Big John'.

John was a keen rugby league player - the front row of the scrum in a professional side - and had the broken nose and cauliflower ears to prove it. Bit of a 'thruster' there to put it mildly. Around six foot four and sixteen stones of muscle. He was a good salesman too, loads of bonus to blow on 'fun'.

But of course, interesting though all this is, that's not why I'm mentioning him here. Big John was a bit of a legend around the office as a 'ladies man' and was said to have 'special powers' that women found interesting. Just how 'special' these might be I got some inkling of one afternoon when we both happened to be in the gents to use the urinal at the same moment. Amazing! It was like unzipping a stallion down there. It really was! Big John's todger must have been a foot long at least, like a giant rubber truncheon. A little soft and flexible 'at rest' but one could hardly be in any doubt about what this remarkable equipment might be capable of given the chance. It was the first - in fact the only time - that I have seem such a remarkably big cock 'in the flesh'. If you had asked me I would have said it wasn't possible. I didn't know guys had them that big.

After that day every time the Big John wandered around the office I was aware of that massive weapon lurking in his trousers. It made me nervous.

It made me think. It had never occured to me before but, if you are a woman, then before a guy gets his boxers off you have no idea of what might be in store! Hints of course, there will always be clues. Most of the time you'll be in for a pleasant surprise, some of the time you might be in for a sad disappointment. And sometimes there are guys like John. Maybe only once or twice in your life, someone like John gets you into bed. . He yanks off his pants and - good grief! How can you ever cope with a monster like that one! It must be scary never knowing what will be in store for you once the fur starts to really fly for the first time with a new lover. Only when you are past that 'point of no return' and you are certainly going to get it will you find out.

Does size matter?

2008-10-23T11:42:00.002+09:00

This topic may have been discussed someplace before but I just wanted to express my own humble yet valuable opinion on the matter. Of course it does! Being such a well-endowed guy myself it sometimes amazes me at what puny little apologies for cocks some women have to tolerate. And if they only ask around relief is at hand barely concealed in some Good Samaritan's boxer shorts nearby. "Stick up for yourself!" is my motto. "Don't make do with inferior goods!"

To be honest if you have a member as perilously large as mine you need to be pretty careful how you deploy it with the ladies. 'Enough is as good as a feast' they say, or is it 'a change is as good as a rest'? One way or the other gentle pressure and lots of lubrication does the trick even with weapons as large as mine. If a baby can come out of there you can certainly get a big cock in.

I always regret not taking a closer look around the changing rooms after 'rugger' during my college days. We just loved to show off our willies in the showers and boy! weren't some of them fierce beasts? I was glad they weren't getting their oats with my girlfriends - I think. Of course there were always a few lesser dicks worth mocking and scoffing and we would make their blushing owners cringe in the corner while we thrashed them with wet towels.

Others however were real monsters, makes me sweat even now to remember them. I wonder where they are now, pleasing the ladies for sure. Just like they did then, sometimes three or four at one go.

Restaurant Encounter

2008-10-22T07:15:00.001+09:00

There was a lady in her early fifties eyeing me at the lunch counter yesterday. Quite small and petite with short cropped greying hair and wearing white slacks, not someone that my eyes would naturally have alighted on but she could hardly drag herself away from me. She was following my every movement.

I quite frequently notice that I'm 'getting attention' from the ladies these days. Mainly women in mid-life who I guess are probably very bored with missing husbands whose lives revolve 100% around their busy careers and office politics. What is life for? It is all slipping away! Then a big-chested smiley grizzled gaijin like me suddenly crosses their line of vision and their neglected hearts flutter like they are teenagers. For most it is just a happy moment in the day but there's a certain percentage with a bolder stare who you just know are already twitching in their knickers and that they want more and are teetering on the verge of doing something about it. Some I sense are already moist, suddenly excited by the idea of something so outrageous as a casual fuck with a foreigner. They'd never thought of it before but blimey! The are thinking of it now ...

I wonder how it might progress in practice? Contrive to get into conversation at the buffet counter or by the till? Does she speak any English or are we relying on my limited language skills here? You might have to be rather direct, just ask outright if she'd like to 'spend some time with you' - no possibility or even need for more complex courtship here and no harm done if she backs off. Her place or a 'love hotel' (note to myself: must keep a list of suitable facilities in my head and also a packet of condoms in my pocket). Best to get straight down to business, the sheer recklessness of it all would be half the excitement.

Lots of kissing and touching, you 'owe it to her' to make sure that she is absolutely ripe and 'jumping' before you get down to the main item on the agenda. Unbuttoned blouses, tits flying, hot heavy breathing all around and then in it goes, like a knife into butter. She wants to be taken, to be fucked to within an inch of her life, she has been wanting excitement like this for years.

And I will certainly oblige her of course, this is all about animal instincts and dark copulating union like beasts in a field and she won't be disappointed by the time I have finished using her cute little body. Love them then leave them, that's the way to do it.

Listening

2008-10-21T07:33:00.002+09:00

I'd love to 'have a go' with web-camming or at least watching somebody else 'at it' in real time and maybe one day I'll make the effort to hook up with some couple in Boston or Napoli that want to be observed. But I do have some experience in eavesdropping on fucking which I've always found exciting.

Back a couple of jobs ago I used to do a lot of travelling and it always surprised me just how thin hotel room walls really are. If you put your mind to it you can usually hear what is going on in the next room just by pressing your ear to the wall, and the glass tumbler from the bathroom shelf is good amplifier if it is a bit faint. Trouble is though that your boring neighbour is usually also a traveller on business watching TV just like you.

Not always though. I've been woken up a many times by flying arms and legs hitting the bead-head 'next door' just a few inches away from me. Always worth paying attention and 'tuning in' when these opportunities arise, the sound of others copulating is rather exciting isn't it?

For example on one trip to York I had a Japanese couple in the room next to me. I never did see her, perhaps he kept her in chains. He looked severe enough. I certainly discovered quite a lot about their love lives though. He was just so darn purposeful about it, you could hear that bed creak with every brisk methodical stroke as he possessed her. Often. He wasn't taking any hostages for sure.

She on the other hand was a moaner, she just lay there and groaned intensely until the end when he came and then she almost howled like a dog. Delicious, my cock was as hard as a carrot listening to that lot in progress.

Hmm ... some interesting experiences to report in this line. Tell ya later!

Job swap

2008-10-20T08:04:00.003+09:00

One of my ladies is very excited by women with large tits, big girl's blouses have her totally out of control in a moment. I wish she'd find a female lover actually, it would 'expand her horizons' a lot and she would enjoy every minute of it once she'd got over the initial 'strangeness' of the experience. I don't have to watch, she can tell me all about it afterwards.

She often eyes up women we meet in the course of daily life to admire their breasts and I kid her about the big nipples that they will have lurking down there just out of sight. Lately she's started to enjoy the fantasy of me as a 'woman' too, caressing my breasts and mounting me urgently on top and from behind. Lovely! I mean, why should we feel restricted by our gender? 'Try everything once' - that's my motto! Or lots of times if you enjoy it. She's a good fucker too, she would make a wonderful male lover. Years of being on the receiving end of a 'good seeing to' has perfected her pelvic technique and she knows just how to use the cock which, sadly, she hasn't got. Yet. Perhaps I'll buy her a strap-on dildo for her birthday and then she can REALLY be the master.

Me on the other hand, I can see that I'm increasingly enjoying a submissive role, I want to lie on my back and stare at the ceiling and murmur 'be gentle with me love' while this strong aroused woman gets hornier and hornier and can't keep her hands off me and breathes her hot breath up my nose and generally bends me to her will. Nothing better that a woman on heat and hungry for it.

Oral test

2008-10-19T10:14:00.003+09:00

My former wife was a very serious fan of oral sex, even to the extent that cunnilingus became her main source of orgasms , and I became very skilled with doing just the right thing with the tip of my tongue on her clitoris. She had a hairy crotch and a super-sensitive clitty and there was a real knack to working a moist tongue through that 'bush' and pressing her buttons without her getting mad at me for being too clumsy or forceful. But once a good 'regime' of tongue work was established and she was relaxed and 'ariborne' she could take it for ages before arriving at a mountainous climax which made her come so hard my skull was almost cracked between her gripping thighs.

Sometimes at these sessions we'd use her dildo so that we could imagine a fat cock doing its work in there while I 'serviced' her in this way. It was a real 'turn on' for me to feel her cunt being filled and used while I provided the cream on the cake. I sometimes hoped we might even get to do this for real one day with me getting the fresh 'cream-pie' to lick out for all my hard work as it ran down her thighs at the end. Maybe I'll have to start offering my services to couples on some 'swinger' site If I want to get to taste some other man's seed. Amazing to feel, through your lips and mouth, how a woman's fanny 'snatches' and squeezes at a todger during orgasm even if it isn't real, as if her body is urgent to squeeze out the last drop of seed.

A long time ago I saw on the Internet a video of a 'threesome' at work on this. It was on a bed - the 'sub' was lying under her and she sucked his cock as the 'anchor man' got very busy about his work behind. Hard to tell which aroused her the most, the licking or the shafting, but boy! did it make her excited! She hollered like a Cherokee. I'd have loved to have been that lucky, licky guy doing the job down below.

Foot fetish

2008-10-18T10:49:00.002+09:00

It always seems a bit sad to me that here in Japan women take their shoes off in the genkan and walk around the house in cheap and dull carpet slippers. I know it is a part of the culture and all that but it does nothing for their legs especially as most of them are rather short to begin with. And they look so much better in nice shoes! Makes their legs and bum look great and I love tall women.

Once I never gave feet a thought but as the years have gone by they have caught my attention more and more. I remember the first time I came across a 'foot fetish' site on the Internet and thought to myself "Hmm ... I could get interested in this if I worked on it!" So it was rather a deliberate choice of mine to get interested in women's feet. I'm not a BIG aficionado you understand, I don't go out of my way to lust after them, but a nice pair turn me on. Also I've come to like to be stepped on by my women. I don't think of it night and day, like fucking for example, but the occasional heel and toe on my chest or shoulders is pleasant and a bit arousing, makes me feel submissive and somehow 'comfortable' and 'in my place'. It is subtle, like flower arranging. A rearrangement of the natural order of things. Being 'underneath' is a kind of an erotic experience.

High heels. Now there is something I feel confused about. They are exciting aren't they - add to that dark sense of 'fetish'. On one level 'just shoes' and on another something with a delicious hint of danger, a kind of power that is latent. But I'll write about those another time.

Glorious Plumpness

2008-10-17T12:24:00.002+09:00

At a 'do' yesterday with several 'new people' and over lunch I was sitting next to a gloriously plump woman in her late thirties. She was full of smiles and very chatty, a bit larger than life and at the same time slightly nervous about being so close to a foreigner. Delicious, she looked even better than the Black Forest gateaux we were eating.

Faced with her cleavage looming across the snowy white table cloth my mind slipped away into darkest fantasy in just half a minute. A bit of a primadonna here, I could imagine those bosoms heaving as she sang grand opera on stage in a bright blue dress the size of a tent. And underneath ... mmm ... so much smooth creamy thigh and oceans of black lace. Big hard nipples and a moist sweat building up in her hungry crotch as she performed under the bright spotlights. Big shapely bum full of passion and heavy breathing! You would have to woo her with boxes of chocolates and bottles of champagne but once her knickers were on the carpet ad she was on her back with her legs spread she would be worth every penny of your investment I'm sure.

Showers of kisses as you tongued those big firm tits erect and then a feast in store! The main job! Those strong heavy thighs wrapped around your waist as you mounted her and DID IT. She'd need a well equipped and skillful jockey to keep her pointed towards the finishing line I guess and maybe once she got into her stride you'd have to hang onto her by the ears to make sure that you didn't fall off. I'm sure I'd manage to keep up with her somehow.

Careless 'upskirts'

2008-10-16T20:19:00.003+09:00

'Snowdrop' was consulting me this morning about the view up her skirt. She had a meeting scheduled where people would be sitting in a circle and she wanted to check that she wasn't going to be revealing too much to the guys opposite. But she had nothing to worry about. To get a good 'gander' at anything of consequence you would have needed to have dropped your pencil or some such ruse although if she crossed her legs there was an interesting glimpse of stocking top available under her thigh. Not 'proper' stockings I'm afraid, just hold-ups but hey! Better than jeans any day!

Women generally - and sadly - guard carefully against too flashy a casual display of underwear but even so in my experience few of then really understand what a powerful impact even a hint of a glimpse of knickers has on adult males. There is something that just drives me crazy about it, I'm fascinated by casual sightings of women's private zones. Logically there is no reason for it - I mean, you'll see much more at the swimming baths or on the beach. But those are 'authorised sightings' with little charge, it is the taboo ones that generate the high voltage.

Commuter trains in Japan usually have two bench seats along each side of the cars and these offer endless opportunities for sly glimpses of nirvana like this. Women can be so careless about what they reveal especially when they doze off and slide down slightly.Usually what is on display is limited to the insides of thighs and the triangle of panties covering the mons venus but occasionally if garments are loose fitting pubic hair is in evidence and even sometimes you can make out the lips below the clitoris. That really gets me going - when that much is on display I start to imagine what this woman would be like to fuck. Especially the 'neat' ones - butter wouldn't melt in their mouths but under their skirts they look perfect man eaters and maybe they would give you a 'go' if you asked them politely.

Rear Entry

2008-10-14T20:14:00.001+09:00

Men are always interested in the niceties of 'rear entry' and for the pleasure doing it you would have to go a long way to beat handing out a good 'doggy style' rogering. But how many women actually 'come' this way I wonder?

I've had several women shouting pretty loudly on the end of a good firm rear mounting but as far as I know I've never had one that climaxed to a good orgasm. Obviously I'm talking about "unassisted by human hand" here, any fool can do it with fingers around the clitty. I'm thinking solo cock. Is it just my lack of technique and insufficient lead in my pencil or is this a common experience? I suspect that in the absence of clitoral or g-spot stimulation makes it quite hard for women to climax this way.

Not to say that they don't enjoy it of course. Psychologically I mean. I love the way that with some fience strokes they kind of crumple up with an arched back, their shoulders down on the bed and their bum up in the air. It is like watching birds do it - the way the female trails her wings in the dust. And of course I can come that way in about ten seconds if I put my mind to it, shooting my seed deep into the cervix. Really nail them. That's how to treat the ladies.

I'm curious about this because I've been watching a fair amount of amateur pornography recently with a lot of doggy-style fucking involving young bucks with first class todgers and lots of energy. The same "crumple up and arched back" routine is much in evidence but I don't recall one of the women climaxing, or maybe they were just shouting so much I didn't notice. A good fuck is a rough fuck.

Anyway, perhaps I'll have to try a few more women myself to find out. I'll let you know.

Outdoor Job

2008-10-12T20:33:00.000+09:00

When I was in my early twenties and just astonishingly horny I had a girlfriend in Wales. As she was still living with her parents we needed to be rather inventive when it came to finding opportunities for fucking but of course love will always find a way. Inventive we were.

One weekend we headed for the beach and some brisk sex was very much on both our minds, we hadn't done it for a week. Frankly I was literally bursting for it, my bollocks were like golf balls and on the top deck of he deserted bus on the way to the coast my hands were soon inside her bra and up her kilt getting her moist and ready for what she was about to receive.

But it was bad news once we made the shore and arrived at our favourite secluded spot there were a couple of families there having a picnic. No option for us but to scramble up the cliff and find a spot on the neighbouring golf course to get some urgent relief. A hollow in the rough ground along the edge of the course beckoned and I soon had that kilt up and her knickers off and got down to some serious business doggy style, her pushed down on the ground in the long grass and me mounting her with my trousers down around my knees.

I was just giving her a pretty fierce seeing-to when I realised that someone was lying in the long grass maybe twenty yards away watching us. There must have been plenty to watch too, what with her big creamy bum thrust up in the air and me at it like a train. But we were far beyond the 'point of no return' I'm afraid, we were going to finish what we had started and nobody could have stopped me at that moment. Weird feelings - half of me in shock knowing that every thrust was being watched and half of me excited by the idea too in a very primitive sort of way. I liked the feel of being an 'alpha male'.

Well, we finished that fuck and there was seed running out of her all over the place. I hauled my trousers up and we hurried away without looking around too carefully. I bet that guy still has a good wank thinking about what he saw that day. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever come across pictures of myself in action on the internet, but perhaps he just didn't have a camera with him. Sad ...

Taste of Semen

2008-10-11T21:07:00.002+09:00

A couple of times around the block with 'Snowdrop' last night. I'll have to write much more about her soon, she is an interesting, imaginative, even exceptional lover. When we came to the 'top of the hill' we arrived there together, although I surprised even myself with how quickly I got to the finishing tape at the end. She's like that, once she senses you have past the point of no return she can be with you is a second.

A few minutes before I'd told her "If I come, make me lick you out!" That's getting to be a standing instruction from me to women these days. Five years ago the idea wouldn't have appealed to me at all but now it turns me on outrageously. I remember as a youngster gingerly tasting my own stuff and being struck by how palatable it was, but the idea of diving into a cunt with my tongue for a glob of it would never have crossed my mind. Now it is one of the highlights of a good fucking, although she has to make the effort to get her fanny into my face as once I've shot my load I'm exhausted and weak. She is gentle, even polite, in the way she does it. I wish she would just say "Now lick it all out of me bastard!" and squat forcefully over me so that it floods out of her. What's the fun of being a 'sub' if the 'top' is nice about it?

I love the sense of loss of power that licking out involves, one moment I'm in the driving seat and then the next I'm her servant. There is an element of 'cuckold' in it all, truth to tell I'm excited by the fantasy of licking out other men's semen from bruised and ravished and quivering cunts. Why is the idea of other men using our women so exciting?

Mature ladies

2008-10-10T20:10:00.002+09:00

One of my 'Friday Customers' was very pleased to see me back in Japan today. She's a 'mature lady' around the same age as me and very petite, I'd guess a size eight. And divorced too, she must be missing it. There is something about her that makes me pleasantly horny, some lurking element of wildness, craziness, even perhaps a little cruelty in her mind somewhere. A need to scratch and bite. She would definitely repay some careful attention, I'm very curious to take a good look at what is hidden under her skirts. A while back I saw a picture of her in a kimono and the curve of her arse was so erotic that I could feel my cock jump in my trousers.

Yes I like mature women, and especially those that have been well and passionately used by other men. If I had to choose between a superb body on a youngster and a woman who had been well fucked and knew what it was about I wouldn't need to think twice. Mature lovers remind me that it is the whole woman that you take and enjoy and not just their bodies. Before we fuck I want lots of laughter and fun and friendship, tender kissing and caressing and touching . When I finally slide my truncheon between her legs and feel her gasp as I part her cunt lips wide with it I want to taste the whole person as we copulate. l want us to fly high together, feel her melt into me and become utterly mine for an hour as she pulls me into her with her slim arms and thighs to feed her hunger.

I realise that I've not had enough mature women, I want to taste many more of them. I feel a New Year's Resolution coming on here.

Anchor Man

2008-09-29T18:10:00.001+09:00

I've often had little fantasies - well big fantasies I suppose - about threesomes. FMF sounds OK to me but I'm generally a rather gentle lover with average stamina so I'm not sure that two women wouldn't be wasted on me. Well, if you didn't want to let them down you'd have to be careful wouldn't you, conserve your energy. And that's not all you'd have to conserve!. If the opportunity arose I'm sure I'd be fine, lots of kissing and nipple tweaking and hair stroking all round and then they could both take their turn with my cock caressed in a warm loving heap but it would be intimate pleasure rather than smoking hot sex.

No that isn't what is in my mind when I think of threesomes - it is definitely MFM couplings that really fascinate me. How come I never got around to doing that when I was younger? I was a fool. Too shy and not pushy enough I suppose, just never knew the right women. It feels to me that women's bodies are simply designed for the attentions of more than one male at the same time if they are to be used properly. Like those harems of apes you see on 'living world' documentaries - the grizzled old alpha male growling and beating his chest to keep the young bucks at bay but of course as soon as his attention is diverted elsewhere those bad guys are in there ravishing his horny and willing females in moments. Lovely. You can't stop fucking, nature will aways find a way.

In the images I've seen of MFM 'threesomes' there is always the 'anchor man' working away at the back there. Young, vigorous, determined, athletic, they are like the captain at the wheel of the ship. It is his job to do the copulating - the serious fucking with firm strokes while his partner pleasures the lady in more gentle and intimate ways. He needs a good strong cock to do it and strong arms and a deep chest. The best of them have such lovely movements, like dancers, those hips and buttocks working in a nice rhythm as he grasps her by the love handles and she raises her bum in the air. It is his job to possess, to impregnate, to use the woman's aching fanny. But if there are three involved maybe he should be rather impersonal, it is up to his partner to be intimate. I don't think I'd be good at the anchor man's job, I'd enjoy watching him at work more perhaps.

But in a threesome that is really 'in tune' and works well what is the role and purpose of the second guy? How is he best employed to use their lady properly? I must explore this one much further.

My last virgin

2008-09-29T06:37:00.001+09:00

It is always interesting to sit back and carefully remember the 'first times' with the women you have known and especially the ones that worked out well. Like the first time I fucked my first wife - now that was a nicely done piece of work and a happy memory for all concerned. Not so much the job itself, which was straightforward, competent, strong and brisk but the lead up to it and all the anticipation.

We'd been dating for a few weeks, I always seem to have taken my time getting down to business. Sorry everyone. We'd done all the usual things, been on walks, talked, held hands, kissed quite a lot and cuddled quite a lot too. There wasn't much more to tick off on the score card eh? Not much more runway left before we either flew like birds or crashed through the perimeter fence.

And then one weekday afternoon we went to this Ceylon Tea Centre salad bar in Saughiehall Street and munched sweetcorn and tuna salad and ogled each other. And then got as horny as hell and we didn't even have to talk about it, we both knew were going to do it. Now. That always seems to be the way of it, in the end both your hormones reach critical mass and you fire up. We headed off for a train back home to Queens Park, holding hands and kissing in the corner of the carriage and touching her tits a bit and then along the road up to my room on the third floor. We let ourselves in and just started taking off each other's clothes. Kiss and touch, kiss and touch, roll back the counterpane and sheets and then leg straight over and straight on top and goodness was I a big hard boy after that wait. Mr. Vigorous. Did I mention that she was a still a virgin?

But not for much longer, in fact only a few seconds before he was up there and about his work for the first time. I must have put a condom on because I wasn't dumb but I can't remember it, just her hot breath and her hands gripping my buttocks and her little cries as I came like a train. I'd soon popped her cherry.

I didn't last long, and she didn't come, does anyone the first time? But it was a job well done, it took her a few minutes to get her breath back by the time I'd had my wicked way. And then after a rest and a smoke we did it again, more slowly That was the last time I had a virgin but it was a good one and I'd enjoyed a few, I can't complain.

Classic underwear

2008-09-28T19:50:00.002+09:00

Searching around for some pictures recently I came across a few advertising old fashioned lingerie. This kind of stuff always gives me a good 'stiffie', even thinking about it does, let alone seeing it. What is it that appeals to so many men about all those ties and seams and clips and ribbons and complicated 'secret places'?

Quality underwear is a wonderful investment. There is something about it that makes women formidable, compliments their sexuality in a way I think few of them really understand. Franky it just oozes sexual authority, it is power dressing of the most intimate and overwhelming kind. Is it even OK to look at it or should men feel shame? A kind of erotic equivalent of looking at angels. It says "woman with requirement for strong, rich, virile, talented, quality male", hints at the ultimate rewards on offer somewhere below for the strongest and luckiest. There is no messing about with women dressed in underwear like this, they seem to demand more of men than any man can hope to deliver.

And that is the erotic part perhaps. Am I capable of serving a woman of this sensual quality? There is a hint of sexual danger about it all, she stands tall and I stand small. Maybe she will even walk on me with those cruel looking high heels. Fascinating - just what IS it that adds that powerful frisson to this picture? Maybe I have to look at it and explore it many times to say. Who will dress like this for me?

One thing I realise looking at it now - this is the kind of advert illustration for stockings like Keyser Bondor or brands of expensive corsetry that used to appear in department store lingerie deaprtments when I was a child. Even at six or seven - perhaps especially then - I was overawed by the sexuality of mature women. Something so disturbing about their bodies - and for me then especially about their buttocks and legs But why were they dressed like this - what were they going to do? And who to - me? Would it bring pleasure or pain?

Writing about Sex

2008-09-28T06:04:00.001+09:00

I've set this blog up because I really fancy writing about sex. I'm so interested in it and it seems a topic that is difficult to write about well.

Good solid sex, right from the blossoming of the idea in the head through the process of acquiring a mate, getting them to where they are 'up for it', the whole business of doing it and then all that post-coital ennui stuff. Plus of course all the interesting aberrations and little diversions our minds invent.

I'm not really a tree frog of course, but I do identify with all those frogs that live in the paddy fields around my house. From late April onwards, as soon as it is dark the fun begins for them, there are millions of them croaking happily out there amongst the young rice plants and fucking the living daylights out of each other with no thought of modesty, monogamy or even safety. Until they get eaten 'on the job' by some passing predator. A short life but a happy one.

Recently I've noticed that not only is sex mainly 'in my head' but also mainly in my subconscious. What is going on down there? Where do all these wild ideas come from? Can I even put it all into words?

OK so that is what 'Chocolate Todger' will be about, hope it makes someone out there moist or twitchy