Girl Interrupted – Friday Flash #2


Silver clouds of smoke wafted lazily through the hazy beams of light that cast images of sweaty, humping, groaning bodies onto the big screen. The manager of this dive didn’t give two shits about health and safety or smoking bans. As long as the clientele paid for their tickets, they could do whatever they pleased as they sat in the dark; a sad brotherhood of lonely, horny men, quietly jacking themselves off to the perfect plastic pussies and money shots playing before them.

Janey grinned to herself. She would happily bet her paltry week’s wages that these guys never suspected the person tucked away up in the tiny room with the projector was a curvy chick; platinum blonde, streaked with jet black and hot pink flashes, cherry red lips and kohl stained eyes. They probably imagined an old balding guy, with a cigarette hanging from his puckered lips, tobacco stained fingers controlling the equipment, probably with his other hand shoved down his wrinkled trousers, doing exactly the same as the audience below.

Her face glowed in the reflected light from the screen as she watched the actors suck and lick, their glistening sculpted bodies writhing in fake ecstasy. Janey shook her head; as if these women were actually enjoying being pounded by a guy that resembles a mahogany sideboard, who clearly finds himself more attractive than the poor bitch he’s fucking.

“Any second now he’ll start to kiss his own biceps,” she sighed as the thought ran through her mind, I could make better porn than this shit…

She pictured Matt, the ticket guy; tall, skinny with an unkempt blonde mop, tortoiseshell glasses permanently perched on his nose. She imagined taking those glasses off and looking into his brown eyes; imagined cupping the back of his head and drawing his lips down to meet hers. Her fingers lifted the hem of her skirt and slipped beneath her underwear, finding herself already wet. Her fantasy-Matt’s tongue explored her mouth, as his hands did her body, squeezing her breasts and pressing himself to her… his erection hard and hot against her stomach. Her eyes closed, she played with her clit while her other hand sought out her nipple, pulling on it and pinching. She didn’t need long, she could feel her orgasm building inside her, but she wanted to enjoy the scene in her head for longer. Her fingers left her clit and caressed her outer lips; the feeling of teetering on the edge of release was torturous but divine. Hips rocking, fingers teasing herself, she knew she couldn’t delay it much longer. She pictured Matt’s thick cock in his hand as he guided it to her waiting mouth.

A shrill beeping startled her. The signal to change reels sounded in the cramped room eliciting a groaned, “Fuck!”, from Janey.

“Fuckin’ cheapskate! Why can’t you up grade the goddamned system and enter the 21st century?”

Wiping her hand on her skirt, Janey stood and loaded a new reel, “Fucker!”


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Food For Thought Friday #5

imageFor the first F4TF of 2016, the question was:

Do you have a sexual fantasy that you would be embarrassed or ashamed to tell anyone about?

Is it a complete fantasy or would you like it to actually happen in real life, if you had the chance?

Are you brave enough to share it here with us?

I live for fantasy! I can honestly say I spend quite a bit of time in my head, fantasising about anything and everything. However, this question pertains to sexual fantasy so I shall not bore you with the random meanderings of my mind here!

In terms of sexual fantasy it is fair to say I have several – some are pretty ‘normal’, nothing to be embarrassed about scenarios of various ways to fuck or be fucked.

I do have fantasies that I would perhaps blush ever so slightly to share publicly, although I am fairly sure I probably have mentioned them on my blog before. They are certainly not very ‘out there’; in fact I knew quite a few people who live them out in real life and they are happy to be quite open about them.

Given that I am a submissive, it probably comes as no surprise that I enjoy the idea of being ‘used’ for pleasure; being a little fucktoy. This is a reality in my relationship and the fact we have made a fantasy into real life experiences is fantastic.

However, there is an aspect to this fantasy that I am more than happy to keep in my head… I do enjoy the fantasy of being used by multiple men. In my fantasy, they gather around and watch me being fucked by or fucking another guy, waiting for their turn, (or sometimes not waiting and joining in). I suppose this appeals to my exhibitionistic kink as well as my fetish for being objectified and used. The OH knows about this fantasy and, following discussion, we are in agreement, (to our mutual relief I think!), that neither of us wants this to actually happen in reality.

I have some other kinks and fantasies that I am not quite ready to disclose quite so publicly right now… they are slightly more… dark in nature? Maybe one day, but not today.

Fantasy is a wonderful, pleasurable and very healthy part of sex I think… what ever happens in our own heads is no one else’s business… enjoy it!


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F4TF #2… The Fine Line



This week’s F4FT conundrum is…



In a monogamous relationship what constitutes cheating?

Is sexting cheating? A stolen kiss at a party? What about enjoying sexual fantasies about a co-worker or your spouse’s friend?

Where is the line?

Well… this is a thorny one!

Obviously sleeping with someone who is not your partner is cheating, that’s a given. But what about sexting? A kiss? Fantasy?

I think the old adage that if you feel the need to hide what you are doing then chances are you are doing so because you know it is wrong…

So, if you have messages or pictures in your DM or inbox that you would not want your partner to find, or if you have a second phone or secret social media account that your partner knows nothing of, perhaps you need to ask yourself why. If you are happy to tell your partner that you received sexy pictures or that you flirt with people via social media or text, then its out in the open, you can discuss it and decide if it is a threat to the relationship. The OH knows I am a tremendous flirt and I have his permission to be myself online… within limits obviously!

As for a stolen kiss… I think if that’s all it was, a momentary lapse in judgement or control, then it isn’t cheating. If more happened, or if it developed into more, then yes, you have entered cheating territory. Whether or not to tell is another issue. If it really was nothing, perhaps a drunken fumble, then being honest could potentially do more harm than good. It’s a matter of weighing up why you would tell: is it because it would just ease your conscience or is it because you feel there are deeper issues that need to be discussed between you and your partner?

As for fantasising about friends or colleagues… I think if we called this cheating it would be a sad day for us all. As with flirting, a little fantasy is harmless fun and, in my opinion, completely natural. Just because I am married does not mean I don’t notice attractive people. I frequently have sexy dreams about all sorts of people I know… albeit some more welcome than others, we can’t help what we dream of!

A little day dream fantasy about someone is fine in my book. It really only becomes an issue if it is a constant thing, if all you can think about is that person. If that is the case I think you need to see it as a warning that maybe you are developing feelings for your crush.

I am sure many of you will have very different thoughts on this issue. I think the most important thing is to be with someone who shares your feelings about monogamy and when you cross that line onto infidelity.

Each to their own. Be happy people!


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The delightful Marie Rebel asked us to revisit an old blog post this week for Wicked Wednesday. I decided to try to turn a story around and tell it from the point of view of the other person involved.

If you’d like to read the original story, entitled Confession, its right here!


I listened to her leave the confessional, the door sliding shut, the clicking of her heels fading on the tiles. My head reeled from the experience, complete disbelief that it had happened.

Realising that another penitent could arrive at any second, I quickly adjusted my robes, red-faced at the sticky mess I had created and hastily left the booth. I hurried to the sacristy, desperate to avoid contact with anyone until I had cleaned myself up.

Keeping my eyes lowered as I passed the tabernacle behind the altar, overwhelmed with shame and unable to show my face to the sacred vessel, I locked the door of the sacristy, shed my soutane and used the sink to wash myself off.

How had I allowed myself to be swept along in such a way? How had I allowed that girl to tempt me so? Corrupt me? In the house of God?

Hot tears threatened to spill from my eyes and I bit my lip to stop them.

With a troubled mind I left the Church and sought the sanctuary of my house next door.


Waking with a start, drenched in sweat, I bolted upright in my bed.

Memories of my dream lingered; her firm breasts sitting high on her chest, hard erect pink nipples, her long hair draped to partially hide one breast from view as she spread her legs wide for my inspection of her bare, smooth pussy.

Between my legs, I throbbed and ached, blood pulsating against my taut skin.

In the dream she had smiled as her eyes locked onto mine. Her dark burgundy fingernails traced a line from her throat, over her breasts, pinching her nipples hard before continuing down to spread her lips wide for me. Her folds glistened, wet and swollen, deep dark pink. I longed to know what it felt like to put my lips on her there, to inhale her scent, to taste her flavor. Her fingers slid inside herself and she arched her back in pleasure.

“Father, would you like to do this? Would you like to touch me?” she whispered, taunting me.

My dream self nodded drunkenly and watched as she reached out her hand to guide mine, her fingers warm and slippery. My breath caught as my fingertips brushed against her heat for the first time; her skin as soft as gossamer and silk against my rough digits. Dipping my fingers inside her, my mouth agape with desire, stroking her velvety lining, I knew I wanted her.

“Oh! Father!” she sighed and grabbed my free hand to grasp her breast with it, forcing me to squeeze it. Before I knew what I was doing, my mouth was on her nipple, sucking it and rolling it between my teeth as she squirmed and moaned. Her scent was intoxicating to me, a mixture of vanilla and honey with a hint of muskiness that I inhaled deeply, as if addicted.

Feeling the hardening increase at my groin, slightly lightheaded and giddy, I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips wet and parted, cheeks flushed. She was beautiful. I kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue into meet hers as my fingers played with her pussy. She grew wetter and rubbed herself against me as she breathed into my ear, “I want to suck you Father. I want your cock in my mouth.”

As it happens in dreams, I was magically naked, with her on her knees before me, throwing her hair over her shoulder, a teasing glint in her eyes as she lowered her face and began to lick me from base to tip. The sensations were uniquely intense as I felt her wet tongue lap against my stretched skin. When she took me into her mouth and began to suck, I feared I would explode and knew I had to have her fully.

I wanted to possess her, claim her.

I wanted to fuck her.


Shaking my head to snap myself out of the sinful memory of the dream, I knew I must repent. I must quell these wicked thoughts and fantasies and seek forgiveness for my transgressions.

I went to the drawer of my chest and retrieved the cat o nine tails. Kneeling naked before the crucifix on the wall I began to whip the skin on my back, relishing the sting of the knotted leather. As the knots bit into my skin, without willing them to, more images from my dream came to mind again; her playing with herself for me, head thrown back as she writhed and moaned, bringing herself to her climax. Watching the flush of blood blossom from her heaving chest, up her throat and explode on her cheeks while her face contorted, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, her orgasm sweeping her away, I flogged myself harder and harder. Picturing her as she was in my confessional yesterday, her pants pushed down as she let me watch her come, I groaned aloud as I felt the tightening and contraction in my groin before my hot sticky cum erupted in an arc before me.

Lying prone on the floor, a mess of blood, semen and sweat I knew I had failed again.

I was a sinner.

I also knew I wanted her to visit my confession booth again.





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My eyes still closed, warm and comfortable under the bedclothes, relishing that blissful semi-waking state, in between slumber and awareness… my thoughts drift to you. I picture your smiling face, your kind eyes crinkled at the corners as you look down at me, your wide shoulders and chest, strong arms that I long to have wrapped around me.

I imagine you are here. Standing at the end of my bed.

In my fantasy I am dressed and we are standing facing each other, uncertain what will happen next. You reach out and cup my face in your large hands, your eyes travelling over my face and down my body. I feel myself flush under your gaze, a flutter deep in my stomach and heat flares between my legs. I lick my lips, our eyes lock, your pupils wide and dark. Breathing fast, craving your lips on mine, I tilt my face up further, inviting. Your mouth covers mine, achingly slowly, gently. Your tongue tentatively licks mine, tasting me, before probing deeper, kissing me more urgently and passionately. Your arms pull me closer, crushing me against you and I cling on, feeling breathless and lightheaded. Your arousal is evident, straining against the dark denim at your crotch, pressing against my stomach.

You break the kiss and stand back slightly from me. Your hands at my waist, fingers hot against my skin as you lift my tee shirt up over my ribcage and past my chest. I raise my arms to allow you to pull my top off and throw it to the floor. I stand before you in my jeans and blue lace bra, blood hammering in my eardrums, heart racing. Wanting you to take me.

Your fingers slide under the straps at my shoulders, pushing them down my arms as your lips trace over my collar bones, making the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand. Your teeth graze my skin. You pull the cup down and pinch my nipple, rolling it between your fingers before moving down to take it in your mouth. I can’t help but roll my head back as you suck hard on it while your hand plays with my other breast, squeezing it. I rub my hips against you, your erection hard on my tummy. I reach to touch it and you step back.

“Off,” you say, pointing at my bra. I reach around and unclasp it and let it fall. My mind full of doubt and insecurity at what you will think. Your eyes wander over me, darkening.

Your hands on my shoulders, you press me down to sit and then lie back at the edge of the bed. Opening my jeans button and slowly unzipping them, I lift my hips slightly to make it easier for you to slide my clothes down my thighs and over my feet.

You kneel at the end of the bed and spread my legs open, just taking a moment to look at my smooth, wet cunt before sinking your head between my hips. I clutch the bed cover as I feel your feather light kisses on my inner thighs, teasing me, taunting me. I want your mouth on me. I want your tongue licking me, inside me. I arch my back and try to press down onto you and hear a chuckle as you continue to deny me, licking my soft skin.

I groan as I feel your finger push inside me, gliding in easily, aided by how wet and ready I am for you. As you stroke inside me, pressing against my sweet spot, your lips finally find my clit and toy with her, sucking and gently pulling her, before your tongue flicks and you begin to feast on me. I have never been tongue-fucked as well before and feel the pressure of my orgasm approaching almost too quickly, but I don’t fight it. It surges through me, ripping me apart. I hear a guttural cry and realise it’s coming from me as I clutch the back of your head. You remain at my soaked cunt, torturing me to a second orgasm as your fingers reach up to pull on my nipples. I cry for you to please stop. It feels unbearable but I come again, spasming uncontrollably under your firm grip.

Your lips are on mine, I can taste myself on you, sweet, as you suck on my tongue. I want to know how you taste so badly.

I push you off me and onto your back, and kneeling between your open legs, I undo your jeans, reach inside and feel the silky skin of your hard cock. I push your jeans and boxers down to free your balls so I can take them into my mouth and softly suck them, running my tongue over them while my hand strokes you, listening to your breathing get heavier and faster. Pressing my tongue flat against you, I run it up along the ridge to your glans, where I swirl my wet tongue around it’s velvety, swollen head, tasting your pre cum before I take you fully into my mouth. I use my tongue to tease the tip of your cock as my hand continues to fuck you, sucking you. I look up and our eyes meet. Yours are dark and unfocused, you are lost in the sensations, but you see my smile as I adjust my position to take you in deeper. Dipping low I open my throat and feel you fill it. I hold you there as my tongue works around you, hearing you low groan of pleasure and feeling your fingers in my tangled hair. The thickness of you makes my mouth water and saliva runs down your shaft as I moan to give you a new sensation. Your hands abruptly take my chin and force me to stop, pulling my head up from your crotch.

Pulling me on top of you, you make it clear you want to finish inside my cunt.

I straddle you and lower myself down onto you, my hands on your chest, pressing my breasts together. I ride you, slowly at first, but am unable to stop myself from slamming against you, wanting you deeper and harder inside me. My breasts bounce as I fuck you, grinding against you, feeling another orgasm building.

I look down at you, your hands grasping my bucking hips, I see your face change as my cunt walls tightly contract around you, milking your orgasm from you. Your fingers bruise my skin as you dig them into my ass, your face contorting. You groan out loudly.

We slow our pace, sweating and breathless. I slump, exhausted and lie my face down against your smooth chest and feel you shrink from me, your hot come seeping out to bind us stickily together.

I open my eyes, take my wet fingers from between my legs and suck them. Relaxed and radiant after my morning of daydreaming.


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