Midnight Kiss

I heard her singing before I saw her; a sweet, high melody, like wind chimes on the salty night air. Unable to sleep, I had left the beach villa we were staying in and wandered down to the little cove nestled behind a group of rocks, silver moonlight guiding my way.

Then I saw her. Sitting in a rock pool, her back to me, long golden locks of hair spilled down her back, disappearing into the seawater at her waist. I could not take my eyes from her, even though it felt wrong to watch without her knowledge. Her voice was entrancing, hypnotic almost. She stiffened and, sensing my presence, turned her head and looked at me with eyes so large and sparkling I took a breath.

“I’m sorry,” I stumbled, “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t realise you were here…”

A tiny frown creased her forehead and she tilted her head quizzically before a radiant smile broke over her face and she beckoned me to move closer.

I was undeniably drawn to her. I knew it was not smart to sit with a strange, solitary woman on a beach at midnight but I couldn’t stop myself from doing so. She turned fully towards me and I saw she was naked. Her hair clung damply to her breasts, which were breathtakingly beautiful. Full and round, with erect little nipples peeping out from between the strands of hair. She stretched up her arms to me and, without hesitation, I sank into the warm water beside her.

Her eyes were a deep emerald green, even in the moonlight I could see that. She had a perfect little pixie nose and a pointed chin – elfin was the word that occurred to me as I looked at her. She leaned towards me and I felt her breath on my skin as she examined my face, her tiny, cold fingers tracing my jawline, and then she leaned in and kissed me.

Without knowing how it happened, she had pulled down my shorts and her hand was on my cock, stroking it, looking down at it in absolute wonder. I watched in disbelief as this gorgeous creature lowered her head and took me into her mouth, licking along my shaft with such greediness and intensity as her eyes looked up at my face. My hands wrapped in her hair and I surrendered to the pleasure she was providing. She moved and placed my cock between her breasts, squeezing them together with her hands. I thrust my hips, fucking her breasts as she giggled and moaned, playing with her nipples as she milked me. I couldn’t hold back any more, a hot, sticky arc spurted from me onto her face and she slowly reached up to wipe it and lick it from her hand.

She took my hands and put them on her breasts. I bent my head and sucked on her nipples; small and hard, they tickled my tongue. She moved against me, pressing herself into me, tiny moans of pleasure escaping her lips. I moved my hands down to her waist and felt her silken hips flare out in generous curves. She shuddered against me, clung to me and cried out. I heard a splashing sound. Pulling back to watch her come, I glimpsed the flash of gold fin as it flicked out of the water. She writhed, her nipples swollen and erect, a glow radiating from her skin as her tail flipped in and out of the water. Awestruck, I watched her orgasm rip through her. I watched the golden scales of her lower half ripple and her tail flip towards her stomach, her back arched as she continued to toy with her nipples.

As she settled, she opened her eyes and looked at me, an ecstatic smile across her face. She kissed me and then, as if she had never been there, ducked under the water line and was gone. I stood, still naked but uncaring, and watched her curvy form swim away into the depths.

One last flick of the gilt tail and then nothing…



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F4TF #27 -Bits and Bobs


My kilt wearing, hairy blogging hubby KW came up with this week’s question:

What are your favourite terms for referring to “those” bits of your/your partner’s body? Which terms do you utterly detest? Why do you feel that way about them?

I have tackled this topic before in a lighthearted fashion. If you fancy a giggle please have a read (and do let me know if you enjoy it!)

So, on to the question; well let’s see…

I call my boobs, well boobs! but also I call them The Girls, chesticles or breasts. I really dislike the word tits – I am not sure why but it strikes me as disrespectful in some way, something a rude builder would call out maybe. Similarly calling them ‘mamms’ is horrible, as in “get your mamms out for the boys”. Gross!

As for my Lady Parts, (snigger), I call them “her’ or “she” mostly. Otherwise I’d say vagina or clit. I use pussy and cunt quiet a bit when I write, depending on the mood of the piece. Or I call it my ‘woohoo’ – (yeah it’s not sexy, and not really a word, it’s more of a sound I make, like a deranged owl or something).

For fun, I occasionally use the word ‘wendy’ which I picked up from Smack The Pony years ago, it makes me laugh. As does, ‘spider’ which came from Little Britain’s Vicky Pollard. The word ‘vajayjay’ makes me shudder; I mean, really? Va-fucking-jay-jay?!

I used to call it Lady Garden but given my current grooming preference these days it’s more like a Lady Desert I guess!

As for men’s bits, I use cock mostly when I write, although I use penis and erection too. Anything is better that ‘member’ or ‘staff’, both of which make me cringe. ‘Dick’ sounds a bit wee to me, and ‘mickey’ or ‘willy’ are just silly and childish.

And balls are just balls.


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F4TF #21 – Storm in a C Cup



It should come as no surprise to you all to read that this week’s question was penned by The Hairy Kilted one!

For guys and girls who like girls – what is it that you like about boobs? Is there an ideal shape or size?

For girls – how do you feel about how you feel about your “girls”? Are you happy with them? Have you always been?

For everyone – do you think the female “chest” has been over sexualised?

I like small boobs on a girl, with small nipples. There is nothing wrong with larger breasts, but they just don’t ‘do’ it for me.

I really dislike when they are obviously surgically enhanced. That grapefruit look is just unattractive in my opinion. I find it very off-putting in porn. Sometimes the skin looks so stretched as to be painful and I fear it will tear!

As for own boobs… well they’ve been all shapes and sizes!

They popped up very early… at about age 9. I hated them! I always crossed my arms to hide them and had a hunched back. None of my friends developed as early as me and I felt very self-conscious and embarrassed about them. I think I felt that I was being forced to grow up too soon. A little tomboy who loved to paddle in the river, run in the woods and get dirty didn’t need or want boobs getting in the way.

I remember feeling such resentment as my mother took me to buy my first bra. I didn’t want to be there and I didn’t want the bra. It was a pretty A cup Cacherel bra, (my mother chose well), but I still detested it.

During my teens I actually liked my boobs and got quite a thrill of showing them off in tight tops or by going obviously braless. I’ll never forget when the OH and I were 19 and I was staying at his house in the summer, wearing a baggy vest top that showed side boob, (long before it was a thing). He gulped and asked if I really intended to go out wearing that and learned an early lesson in not questioning your girlfriend’s fashion choices. (To be fair to him, he lived in a very rural, conservative place with very conservative parents and I was quite the loose cannon…)

At their largest, the girls reached a DD cup, (picture that on a five foot tall chick for a minute…). One cup could fit over my entire face.

At their smallest they were on the small side of a B cup. I really liked them then, they were pert, round and compact. Less than his handful. They felt light and I was happy with them.

Today they are bursting at the seams of a C cup – over flowing, spilling out and barely restrained.

I am loathe to buy a larger size as it feels like I am giving up the hope that I can lose weight, so I wear this torturous piece of fabric and wire for as long as I absolutely need to each day and gleefully whip it off as soon as I am home.

imageYou’ll often find a bra on the kitchen counter or stairs and it’ll have nothing to do with spur of the moment sex!

⬅️ I’ve just done it!


I should just buy a bigger size… but I don’t wanna!

As for whether breasts have been over-sexualised, my answer is yes. The “Free The Nipple” campaign on Instagram, the censorship of avis/headers on Twitter and the crazy and outdated attitudes of some people in relation to public breastfeeding is evidence enough. For example:

“In the USA it is effectively illegal for a woman to be topless, breastfeeding included, in 35 states. In less tolerant places like Louisiana, an exposed nipple can take a woman to jail for up to three years and cost $2,500 in fines.” (ref: freethenipple.com)

Breasts exist as means of nurturing and feeding a baby, which in itself is quite a beautiful and glorious thing, is it not? To think people feel that it is offensive, or in any way sexual when a woman breastfeeds her child in public is simply… idiotic!

At the end of the day, breasts are basically lumps of fatty tissue, encased in skin, hanging off our chests. Let’s get real about this!


*And yes, Wookie, I know… Boobs are your very favourite things! 😂


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