F4TFriday #50 – What I Know Now


What one part of your sex life today would most surprise the 18 year old you?

Probably that a slightly grumpy, antisocial person such as me is still lucky enough to have a pretty damn amazing sex life!

What one thing might shock that younger you?

I’m not sure there’s really much. Even from an early age my tastes and desires have been pretty much as they are now. The answer would probably be similar to question 1.

Is there anything in the younger you’s sexual ambitions or fantasies you have not yet fulfilled?

I have been more fortunate than I probably deserve through my life in that most of the fantasies I had, I achieved relatively early on in my life. There’s only one I have left and I’m pretty sure that is gonna be taken care of very soon😏

What part of the younger you’s sex life do you look back on with the most nostalgia?

I honestly can’t say I look back with a great deal of nostalgia because for me it’s just got better and better, especially this past year. I suppose there was the initial sense of wonder those first few times but apart from that nothing really.

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F4TF #33 – The Taste Of Things To Come

What is it you particularly like (or dislike) about oral sex?

Do you prefer to give or receive?

I’ve always been a fan of oral sex. Right back to when I first had sex I always loved it. Recently though I think it’s fair to say I’ve become even more of a fan of that is possible.

So what do I like about it? Well the easy answer pretty much everything! The taste, the reaction and the level of pleasure it brings to my partner. The way I can tease(or torment). Bring her incredibly close and stop or just bring her off over and over again to the point where she literally can’t move! I’m very blessed that my girl tastes incredible and is highly responsive.

As for giving and receiving, well until recently I’ve always been almost entirely a giver. For some reason receiving has done very little for me. I have absolutely no idea why but it’s always been the case. Besides, I’ve always got so much pleasure from giving. Again though I’m very lucky that my girl not only has a passion for giving (even more than recieving) but is blessed with ability that I’ve never experienced! It’s fair to say my interest in receiving has definitely been rekindled!

Overall though I’m still very much a giver.

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Looks that kill

​She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. Her body was pinned hard against the wall by his considerable bulk. His right  arm had encircled her waist and his left hand was wrapped so tightly in her hair that to struggle would have been futile. He was surprisingly gently but left her in no doubt of his intentions. His mouth wasted no time in devouring hers. All in all, it was fair to say he was more than a little pleased to see her.

Eventually he broke off and stood back to look at her. She was flustered but not so much that she didn’t remembered her special trick of looking up at him seductively over the top of her glasses knowing full well what his reaction would be. “Upstairs” he growled in his gruff voice.

He shrugged off his jacket and rucksack as he entered the room. As he turned round he was pleased to see she had anticipated his next command. She had often joked that they lived in each others head. He liked that thought during their long periods apart. He often wished though he could see even deeper into that mind of hers. He often felt he was merely scratching the surface.

She was already naked before him, her eyes cast demurely to the floor. He noted though, as always, the slightest flicker of defiance as she peered suruptisiously over the frames of her glasses once again. He smiled inwardly as he walked around her and admired her body. How long had it been since he’d gazed at her? Too long he thought to himself, far too damn long.

Bending down he whispered in her ear “Assume the position” which she dutifully did, her knees on the floor, the rest of her body spread over the bed. At her most vulnerable, her most trusting. He ran his hand through his beard as he looked at her. Focus, he thought to himself.

He reached into his rucksack and started to empty the contents. He found at once what he was looking for. A shudder of anticipation ran through her body as she heard the familiar sound of the large curved monochrome blade being withdrawn from it’s sheath. A slight gasp from her lips as the cold steel touched between her shoulders. Not the slightest of movements from her though as his well practised hand drew the blade slowly down the length of her spine. Firmly enough to mark it’s progress but softly enough not to break the skin. 

He withdrew the blade and picked up the large coil of rope he’d withdrawn from his bag. He looped the first coils around her shoulders and began working slowly and methodically. He never rushed this stage, preferring to savour each knot, each turn of the rope, binding every part, watching closely as the rope bit into her skin. His mind was  whirling into overdrive as his creation took shape. He stopped to check on her, she had her distant dreamy look on her face so he continued. Only when he was finally happy did he stop and stand back to admire his handy work.

He had no idea how much time had passed as he withdrew his homemade flogger and his heavy leather strap from his bag. Time was always an irrelevance and had a way of standing still when they were together. He held the flogger tight in his hand. She seemed to sense what he was doing and gave her ass cheeks a teasing, almost unnoticeable wiggle. He raised the flogger and brought it down twice quickly on his own leg, gauging the feel of the unfamiliar tool on his own skin before he let it loose on his prize trussed up beneath him.

And so he began his rhythm with the flogger, strokes landing and painting a collage of red strokes across her pristine cheeks. Stopping occasionally to check on her reactions which he already knew would be just the ghost of a smile on her full lips. They both knew though that this was only the aperitif and that the main course was still to be served and would be longer and far more drawn out but ultimately more satisfying.

He threw the flogger aside and hefted the heavy leather in his hand, feeling the thick leather between his fingers. He brought it down hard across both cheeks. Her body stiffened and let out a gasp, mostly he knew from the initial surprise. She would never react to the pain, she was too stubborn.

So once again he found his rhythm. Sometimes he would bring down a quick succession of strokes, other times he would pause, let the sting of the stroke subside before delivering a fresh one. Watching with pleasure the vivid red now spreading across her skin. Every so often grabbing a handful of her hair and lifting her head. All the time watching for her almost imperceptible movement that was his cue to continue. The silent communication that often passed between them. Despite being both very much in their own private worlds at that point, still in tune.

Again he had no idea of time but he knew when she had had almost enough. Today wasn’t a day for pushing too far. He stood over her once more, a single bead of sweat rolled off his nose and landed on her cheek. His breathing was starting to return to normal. As he untied her his mind played over this as it always did. He had a sudden urge for a glass of whisky and he’d bet his life she’d be asking for a glass of wine any minute now.  The night was young and there was much more fun to be had.


​I feel you stirring beside me. Your fingers delicately and playfully twisting and twirling the hairs on my chest. Your lips softly nuzzling the side of my neck. My nostrils taking in the aroma of you, last night’s perfume still lingering. I open my eyes and as they adjust slowly to the 3am gloom I take in the outline of your body. 

As you slip from view beneath the duvet suddenly all thoughts of sleep vanish and I’m fully alert. Your soft full lips fix themselves around my rapidly stiffening cock. The faintest slurping sounds emerging from beneath the duvet as you work your magic. I wish you could see my face right now. It’s a strange mixture of lust, pleasure and my attempts to control myself. Biting my lip hard to remain in control of my senses as your magic mouth goes to work on me. I don’t know how you do it but I never want it to stop.

You throw off the duvet, all of a sudden the night air doesn’t seem so cold to either of us. Pulling back your long dark hair your eyes meet mine in the half light. Hypnotic, dark and mysterious. You hold my gaze for just a fraction of a second before instinctively casting your gaze downward. 

You roll from between my legs and attempt to straddle me. “No” I say firmly and with one swift movement roll you onto your back. I pin you hard to the bed. For a fraction of a second you seem to want to resist but  Your eyes are telling a different story now. Vulnerable but still full of desire. I roll myself onto you. The weight of my body pressing onto the curves of yours. 

Your body yields. I sink fully inside you. Instinctively my hands pin yours to the bed. Unable to move, no words pass between us, none are needed. Your eyes now don’t leave mine. They are telling their own story now. Still burning with desire but with a hint of softness, almost imperceptible to all but me. Pleading gently for the release we both crave at this moment…

TMI Tuesday: August 2, 2016

Cheating & Masturbating

1. Your thoughts–is oral sex cheating on your partner?

Most definitely! It’s incredibly intimate and definitely constitutes cheating in my book.

2. What is cheating to you?

This is a tricky one. Obviously any sexual contact would constitute cheating. Lesser things too like kissing depending on the intent behind it.

3. Does your partner know you masturbate? What do they think about that?

I’ve always been totally open about that with any partner I’ve ever been with. None have ever had any kind of problem with it.

4. Think about the best sex you’ve ever had. Why do you consider it the best, what makes it so?

Still very fresh in my mind. For me it was so good for several reasons. The trust the lady in question had showed me, the fact that to put it bluntly she is stunning and way out of my league! It was the level of intensity between us and the fact that neither of us really got out of first gear. It’s one I’ll remember for quite some time.

5. When you have nightmares, do you call out someone’s name?

I rarely dream(or rarely remember) so it’s not something that has ever been brought to my attention. I do apparently talk in my sleep from time to time.

6. When you’re having an orgasm, do you scream a name?

Not that I can ever recall although in fairness my mind is generally elsewhere! I do however tend to growl quite loudly and completely involuntary.

Bonus: Which best fits your usual reason for masturbating:
a. Boredom
b. Stress relief
c. Saw someone/something sexy and you need to act out a sexual fantasy
d. It’s just what I do

I think any one of the four answers could be used at some time or other!

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F4TF #29 – Talking Dirty?

Talking dirty: “Fuck Yeah!” or “Ewww, NO!”

What are your thoughts on the subject? Do you like it or not? Why? What kind of things, if any do you like to say or have said?

My simple reaction to the question is a massive Fuck Yeah! It’s something I’ve always loved.

For someone that has always loved words and language in general it’s probably no great shock. I’ve noticed the past few years especially it seems to be making even more of a comeback, if indeed it ever went away.

It’s part of the seduction, it’s a huge part, certainly for me, of the actual sex. I guess that it’s probably down to the way we interact these days. We spend more and more time on our phones and modern life sometimes keeps us apart for periods. You gotta get creative at times to keep it interesting.

What form does it take? Well I guess it tends to be more subtle filth for most of it. I suppose you’d probably say it was more suggestive rather than actual filth.  When I’m with someone I like to try and  seduce them every day. Especially if I’m not always with them for whatever reason.

If I’m heading out to meet them, I’ll often phone or message en-route and describe in pretty graphic detail exactly what I have in store. I rather love the thought of them sitting, playing it over in their head. That usually has the desired effect!

As for during, I tend to be very quiet initially then when the testosterone starts to spike I become very vocal. It’s actually one of the few times I genuinely become quite filthy! It does tend to surprise at times. A kind of Jekyll and Hyde thing. Not just filth of course. A quiet command or growl delivered in her ear at just the right moment can be even more effective!

I’m quite lucky in that I have the slightly gravelly tones for it. Indeed possibly the nicest compliment I have ever been paid was very recent. It was suggested that I could make reading a cake recipe sound sexy with my voice! Cue monstrous ego boost😂

As for my partners, I love to hear them being vocal and spout filth. It’s guttural, it’s wanton and I bloody love it! There’s a time and a place for ladylike behaviour but that isn’t one of them! The filthier the better as far as I’m concerned. I like to know she’s having as much fun as I am so it’s definitely a good thing as far as I’m concerned.

Night train

He hated trains. He hated the noise, he hated how uncomfortable they were. He hated sharing his personal space with other people. Here he was though on the sleeper train heading home. It had been a great weekend. A concert and a catch up with old friends. A bit of a blur if he was honest but just what he needed to recharge the batteries. He chuckled to himself as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window of the buffet car. Dressed in his customary black but looking even more disheveled than usual. He may still like to act like a teenager but a weekend of partying certainly showed these days.

He settled down as the train left the station. He decided to sit and drink his coke and chill for a while before turning in. The body may be tired but the brain was still wide awake.

He heard the carriage doors open and he looked up. In walked a young woman. A rather striking young woman in fact. Tall, very tall. Her light hair seemed to shimmer in the dull lights of the train. He watched as she ordered her drink and made her way to one of the many empty seats. Instinctively as she walked towards he stood up and asked if she wanted to join him and to his delight she agreed. Maybe this journey won’t be quite as bad he reflected to himself.

They talked for a while. The usual pleasantries between strangers. They were from the same city etc. All the time he, despite his veneer of gentlemanly behaviour, was not only mentally undressing her but already had her bound and cuffed to the bed in his mind. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and tried to concentrate. Watching her closely he’d swear there was a knowing smile playing on her face, especially when she grinned at him over the top of her glasses! Dear God he was struggling now.

The train was rumbling through the English countryside when she decided to retire for the night. They said their goodbyes and more out of habit than any realistic chance he gave her his card and told her to call. They shook hands and her parting words to him were “I like your ring”. With that she left.

Funny how he’d forgotten how tired he was now. He doubted that she knew the significance of the ring. Probably just that it looked nice. He chuckled to himself. It was like the plot of some really awful chick flick or some dodgy porn film. He decided that since he wasn’t going to get any sleep he may as well have a drink. At least it was something mildly productive.

Just then he heard his phone beep and he checked it. He was a little taken a back….

“There’s a big naked sub all alone in her room……what you gonna do about it? Berth C6 if you figure it out”

To hell with the drink he thought as turned and strode in the direction of the carriage. He was trying very hard to wipe the smug look off his face before he got there.

Berth C6, here it was. Stand up straight, deep breath, the usual stupid routine followed by a firm knock on the door. He heard movement and the door being unlocked before it opened just a fraction. Her grinning face appeared and then beckoned him in and stepped back. He stepped inside and locked the door behind him.

She was true to her word. There she stood before him wearing nothing but her glasses. He looked her up and down, licking his lips at the thought of what was to come.

She made to speak but he put his finger to her lips. She stopped and bowed her head slightly before falling to her knees in front of him. Within seconds she had his belt undone and his already hard cock in her mouth. Eager didn’t really describe it accurately enough. A series of small involuntary growls escaped from his throat. Fuck but this girl was good! He grabbed a handful of her hair but she needed no guidance at all. She was moving faster by the second, his hips now thrusting, fucking her face furiously.

He was so close, she sensed this as she took him all the way down her throat. She looked up at him and give his the sexiest look he’d ever seen. He was done. She never flinched as it hit the back of her throat and she gleefully never missed a drop.

He was panting as she stood up and flashed her dazzling smile at him once again. “I suppose I better get some sleep, I’m supposed to be working in the morning” she said in an almost coy manner. He laughed, “Sleep?” he said, it’s four hours till arrival and we haven’t even got warmed up yet……….

F4TF #28 – What Do You Do?

How do you refer to sex? Do you “Fuck” or “Make Love”? Which terms do you like/dislike and why do you feel that way about them?

I foresee yet another euphemism filled topic!

This one got me thinking as always. Trying to remember all the colourful terms I’ve used throughout my adult life. I guess it  was simpler back then. I’d have used the phrases “do it” or “doing it”. Simple and child-like almost I guess. I’m struggling to recall many of the terms I’d have used, especially in my younger days. Being Scottish we have a wonderfully wide range of playground names for it!

I suppose the main ones, as mentioned in the question would be making love and fucking.

Now I suppose we could argue the point that technically you have to be in love to be making love. Then again, no matter what your feelings may be, if you are in full S&M mode would you really use the term making love? I guess sometimes it would fit regardless. Probably depends on context and if I’m in one of my tender moods(yeah they do happen occasionally).

I think fuck and fucking has pretty much become ubiquitous. For me it’s probably the most versatile too. Whispered gently, ” Baby I just want to hold you and fuck you all night” or alternatively growled “I am going to fucking fuck you all night” and you get the picture!

As for terms I don’t like, there aren’t really that many. I’d probably say the one I care least for is bonk. I remember it was popular in the 90’s and it just didn’t sound right to me. It’s way too child like and sounds like a noise a cartoon character would make rather than a sexual act!

Overall, on reflection, I’m definitely firmly on the side of fuck.

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TMI Tuesday: June 14, 2016

1. Do you obsess over having an orgasm during partner sex? Are you disappointed if you do not orgasm?

The short answer is no to both of those points. I learned very quickly there was much more to sex than the actual orgasm.

2. Why are you into gay porn?

I’ve no interest in it whatsoever.

3. Why aren’t you into gay porn?

I’m a straight man. The only cock of any interest to me is attached to me!

4. Do you use drugs to have or enhance sex? (Yes, alcohol is a drug).

No. I have, when I was a teenager, used certain conscious changing substances during sex but that was well over 20 yrs ago. These days I don’t even drink at all before sex. I prefer to be 100% in control and I think I enjoy it more that way too. They certainly have no place at all in the kink arena.

5. Do you believe that you are much more sexually open-minded/risky/kinky than most of your previous partners and friends?

Definitely much more than my friends. For the most part also more than most of the partners I’ve been with. It’s fair to say I’m blessed(or cursed at times) with a very high sex drive and a pretty insatiable thirst for most things kinky. I’m a little bit too full on at times for some!

Bonus: Do you believe in ethical non-monogamy, even if it isn’t right for you? Why or Why not?

It’s never been for me. I’ve been monogamous pretty much all of my life. The whole poly relationship thing just isn’t for me. I’ve always preferred to focus all my attention and energy on just one at a time.
It’s not for me to judge however. I’ve known plenty of people who it’s worked perfectly well for and more power to them if that’s their thing.

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