Casual Sex – Online Dating with SwingTowns

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Second instalment of my Online Dating series, this time looking at Casual Sex. Online dating began in the 90’s, but it has blossomed in the last ten years with a variety of sites becoming available. I’ve tried it……on multiple occasions. Every so often I re-activate my accounts on dating sites, and see how things go. This has given me a store of tales in my library, so when I got chatting to Jay, who in 1999 founded SwingTowns, the Leading Open, Poly, Kink and Swingers Dating Social Network. I thought it was the perfect time to tell some of those stories I have been saving.

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Casual Sex

I’d never done it before; arranged to meet someone I didn’t know for the single purpose of sex. I’d met people for a date where I was fairly certain the end result might be sex of some description but never when it was just about the sex. This was new and I admit, it made me nervous. Even more so because I wasn’t at home. I was in London for some meetings and decided I might as well make the most of having a lovely hotel room. For me there was something very different about meeting someone just for sex, I’m not even going to pretend I considered anything beyond the physical for first contact, it was all about how they looked and whether I fancied them. Granted once I’d initiated contact, them being able to converse in a way that also made me hot, came into play. I decided against the really hot guy who unfortunately decided to tell me, “any girl who’s willing is good with me”. While he got points for them needing to be willing, I also wanted to feel like the person wanted ME as much as I wanted them, even if it was just for one night.

There were lots of things I worried about going into it, and not all of them (okay, hardly any) were really rational fears. A big part of me was assuming he wouldn’t even turn up, or that he would see me through the window and not come in. I also worried that he wouldn’t look like his photos, and I’d be stuck there trying to work out how to say no without causing a scene. Or on the flip side of that was the worry that he’d see me in person and decide I wasn’t whatever he was expecting from my photos, and he’d make his excuses and leave. Then there was the scariest thought of what if he looks just like his photos, and thinks I do too, and he stays. It may have been what I wanted but it was still nerve-wracking. I have a friend who does this all the time, she never gets nervous. She says it’s because I’m a product of society, she isn’t. But I can work on it, and it will get easier.

One of the things she advised was to make the person I’m meeting agree to an easy out clause. A way for either of us to walk away at any point without any explanation needed. I was really lucky, when I mentioned it to James during our initial conversation he not only agreed but was enthusiastic about it. The other thing my friend advised was meeting in a neutral location for one drink, so it gave us both a chance to make sure we wanted to continue. I figured a drink to calm my nerves would probably be a good idea, so arranged to meet him in the hotel bar.

 

I check the room one last time, making sure all my things are hidden away, and my bags stored in the wardrobe. Satisfied I glance at my reflection again, smoothing down my skirt and wishing I’d brought a different outfit.  I let the door click shut behind me, and head to the bar. I’m about halfway down my glass of prosecco when he walks in. I try not to stare, he looks just like his photos but I have a moment of doubt. He’s gorgeous…and very nicely put-together, I can’t help but wonder what he saw in me.  I’d picked the perfect seat to watch the door from, and when he pauses in the doorway, I raise my hand, and give a slightly self-conscious wave. He smiles and moves through the room, I stand as he reaches me, and we look at each other awkwardly for a second before we hug. The waiter comes over, and he orders a drink. He smiles at me, “You look just like your photo…except for the hair colour, the purple suits you.”
“Thanks, it took me a long time to do it but I really love it.” We make small talk while we finish our drinks, then he suggests getting a bottle of wine to take up to the room, and we head upstairs.

I shouldn’t be but when he kisses me I’m surprised. I know this was the whole point of meeting but it just seems so sudden. I can taste the brandy he drank in the bar, and while my brain is still trying to analyse my body is getting into the action. My hands are round his head, tangled in his hair and holding him close. His hands are cupping my butt, pulling me into him, and when I bite his lip I feel his cock twitch against my hip.

Three hours later we’re lounging naked on the bed, sipping wine. We’re just chatting about general things and I realise we never discussed this; is he going to leave? Or will he stay the night? I kind of hope he stays but not sure how to broach the subject, I make a mental note to check for future arrangements. The conversation is winding down, and we’re both starting to look sleepy. He puts down his wine glass, and turns to me, “Is it okay if I stay?” I’m too relieved to speak so I nod, putting down my empty glass, and sliding down into the bed. He pulls the duvet over us, sliding his arm around me. He barely moves all night, and while I feel comfortable with him there I don’t really sleep properly, just sort of snooze. When the room starts to lighten, I get up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. Trying not to wake him, I fill the kettle and switch it on.

He looks like he’ll be out for a while longer so I decide to have a shower. I stand under the water admiring the bite marks on my chest and thighs. I’ve just finished washing my hair when he comes into the bathroom, “Need help washing your back?”
I laugh, “Well, it is hard to reach, you’d better climb in.” I’ll be honest I’m not a huge fan of shower sex, I get wobbly enough when I’m laid down, standing on a slippery surface isn’t a great plan. We take turns to wash each other, taking our time to soap up and rinse. I’m feeling more than a little aroused, when he reaches past me to turn off the shower. He puts a towel around his waist, then wraps a second one around me. Helping me out of the shower, he takes my hand to lead me back to the bedroom.

Later, fully dressed, he gives me a long kiss. “This was really fun. Thanks for letting me stay.”
“I’m glad you did. It’s been good.” I hug him and give him a quick kiss. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
As he walks away I shut the door, and sit down on the bed. Hardly believing I managed to do it, and I had fun, and I feel good about it. When I leave to meet my friend, I am practically floating, and can’t stop the satisfied grin that is plastered across my face.

 

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**Disclaimer – This article was written in conjunction with SwingTowns, The Leading Open, Poly, Kink and Swingers Dating Social Network.

On My Knees – Erotic Flash Fiction

Masturbation Monday #38

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, On My Knees. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t look much like inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click below and it will take you to it.

on my kneesI’m not sure who I envy more – Exposing 40 for having access to such a beautiful cock, or the cock-bearer’s access to her. Rawr! This is her second prompt for Masturbation Monday, and I hope it won’t be her last (hint, hint). 

Bloggers and authors – share your hottest scenes and posts. Feel free to use this week’s picture as a prompt but don’t feel obligated. Write what turns you on!

On My Knees

I straddled his thighs, bracing myself with one hand on the mattress, the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. I lowered my head down, grinning at him as I poked my tongue out, flicking it over the tip of his cock. I open my mouth wide, sliding my lips over the head, and wiggling my tongue against his frenulum. He moans, gripping the sheets with his fist. When I slide my mouth further down, flattening my tongue along the shaft, and sucking the head, his moan deepens. I try to take as much as I can, sliding down until I’m about to gag before pulling back.

I move my hands, shifting position and trying to get more of him but I can’t get the angle right. He puts his hands on my shoulders lifting me up, I look up at him and smile. When he gently moves me back I’m confused until he stands up. He pulls my hand so I’m standing in front of him, then he smiles, and there’s a hunger in the way he looks at me, “Want to get on your knees?” I have a moment of worry, he’s tall and I’m not I think I might be too short on my knees. But there was something in his voice and I kneel.

Turns out it puts me at the perfect height, and I grin up at him before I take his cock in my mouth. I rest my hands on his hips, curling them around to squeeze his arse as I suck his cock. I move my head, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, circling the head with my tongue as I move. He leans back, his hands stroking my hair as he makes happy noises, it’s when he moans out, “Oh baby”, that I get a tingle of pleasure running through me. I love the control I’m wielding, I may be on my knees but I have all the power…and it feels amazing.

After a few minutes he pulls me up, hugging me tight, and we move back onto the bed. I straddle his hips, pressing his cock between us, and sliding my cunt back and forth over it. As I lean down and kiss his chest. He grabs my hips pressing into me, and bouncing against me. I grind back onto him, until we’re both gasping, our breathing ragged. I bite his shoulder as I come, and he pulls back, I hadn’t meant to do it, I’d just forgotten where I was.

I roll off him, turning onto my back, and he follows, straddling my legs. I push my boobs together and grin at him, “Please”. He pumps his cock with his fist a few times, spraying my chest (hair, bedding and the wall behind me) with cum. I lie back happy, and he cleans up.

 

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Back Seat Sex

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my 35th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Back Seat Sex. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was a little on the naughty side so you’ll have to click the image below to see the actual pic used:

Back seat sexAll of us had a sexual experience on the backseat of a car, right? And if we didn’t, we can definitely write a hot story about it… come on, share your stories!

Back Seat Sex

I straddled his lap, grinding against him as we kissed.  We were both still fully clothed, or almost fully clothed, he’d managed to get me out of my bra.  We were supposedly here to enjoy the view; they’d announced there was going to be a meteor shower and we thought the cliff top would be the perfect place to watch. And it was for about ten minutes, then we got…distracted.

We’d been kissing when he pulled me towards him, lifting me over the gear stick, so I’m straddling him. He’s kissing me hard, and I feel his hands moving under my vest, gripping my tits, squeezing them. When his hands slide around my back so he can unhook my bra, I lean back yanking down my straps, and pulling it off. I drop it on my empty seat. He’s squeezing my tits, pushing them together, and massaging them. He pinches the nipples until they’re hard and standing out against the thin cotton of my vest.

He slides one arm around my back lifting me slightly, and pulling my vest up. He drops his head to lick a nipple, sucking it into his mouth before catching it with his teeth, and pulling. Pushing my chest against his mouth I moan, reaching down between us to rub his cock through his jeans. Now his mouth is on my other breast, teasing and circling the nipple, gently sucking. He’s hard, straining against his fly, and I shift so I can grind against him again.

Which is when my ass hits the car horn. We both jump, and I know I’ll have a bruise where he’s just bitten the side of my breast. We look at each other, then my mouth twitches, and I can’t stop myself. I put my head on his shoulder as I giggle. I can feel him smiling against my hair, and I shift…hitting the horn again. This time we both start laughing, my giggles changing to full on laughter, I open his door and spill out of the car. Standing by his door leaning against it as I laugh. He follows me out, moving around me to open the back door. He slides in head first, laying along the seat, and he grins at me. I shut the driver door and step around to the back. I realise he’s taken his shoes off.

He holds his arms out, inviting me to slide in. Keeping eye contact I lean in but instead of  getting in with him, I unbutton his fly. As I move the denim his cock springs up, standing to attention. I tug at his waist band and he lifts his hips, I pull his jeans down, leaving them gathered around his ankles. I step back and unzip my jeans, sliding them all the way off, and dropping them in the foot well, before I climb in the back seat with him. Lying on top of him, his cock pressed between us as we kiss, I can wiggle and feel him twitch under me. He sneaks a hand down, holding my knickers to one side so he can slip a finger between my lips, curling it to tease me.

He breaks our kiss, pushing me up as he grabs the bottom of my vest, tugging it up so he can get to my breasts. He holds onto me as he shuffles backwards, so he is half leaning on the door. Putting his mouth at the perfect angle to suck my nipples. My legs either side of his torso, his cock pressed up against his abdomen as I grind myself back and forth over it, my damp knickers rubbing us both. His mouth and finger are getting rougher, his movements becoming more uneven. He pulls his finger out of me, hooking it around my knickers, trying to move them. When he can’t shift them enough, he suddenly growls, biting my nipple, and twisting his finger. I feel the thin lace rip, as he whispers my name, his voice pleading.

I hold the back of the seat as I lift myself up, gripping his cock with my other hand guiding him in. As I slide down onto him, he moans, and moves his hand, his thumb now circling my clit, brushing over it, and making me throb. Knowing I don’t have the headroom to bounce, I tighten my pelvic floor, and rock against him, it’s a move that make me come quick. He moves his hands to my hips, supporting me and letting me control it. He moves his head back his breathing ragged, and when my third orgasm starts building, the tightening and release push him towards his own orgasm. The waves are rushing up inside of me feeling like a constant building up, and I grab his arm as I ride towards climax. When I tighten my grip, my nails digging into his skin, he leans forwards, biting my nipple, and my orgasm crashes over me. Feeling me climax pushes him over the edge, and he comes hard. He whispers my name as he pulls me down to lay on top of him, then kisses my forehead.

We’re standing outside the car, getting our clothes straightened when I look up, and there are the meteors flying across the sky like fireworks.

 

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Solo Sex

Masturbation Monday #37

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Solo Sex. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t look much like inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click below and it will take you to it.

solo sexI have adored Cara Thereon for years, when she blogged under a different name and now under this iteration of her smut. She almost never thinks she’s beautiful enough as a person or talented enough as a writer, but I do, and I love everything she does and creates – including this GORGEOUS prompt for Masturbation Monday this week. Let it inspire you (or not) but let us all wipe the drool from our chins and admire all that makes Cara amazing – and it’s definitely not just her body.

Bloggers and authors – share your hottest scenes and posts. Feel free to use this week’s picture as a prompt but don’t feel obligated. Write what turns you on! **Please make sure to include the Masturbation Monday banner or badge on your blog post!**

Solo Sex

I closed the door, locking it behind me. I paused to kick my shoes off, slipping my arms out of my jacket, and dropping it over the chair. I slide off my skirt, unbutton my shirt, folding both over the back of the chair. I unfasten my bra, pulling the straps down to remove it, enjoying the relief as my breasts swing free. I push down my pants, bending slightly to pull them off.
I straighten, hands up, stretching out the kinks of the day.  My nipples are stiff, puckering up in the breeze from the air con. I pull back the duvet, folding it at the end of the bed, before I lay down. My plan is to nap in the cool air but it’s hard to not play with my nipples. They’re standing to attention so nicely that my fingers are drawn to them. I pinch and tease them until little shoots of arousal are rushing down my body, and my cunt is feeling moist.
I move one hand down my body skimming over that place that causes shivers when lovers kiss it. Sliding my hand over my cunt, feeling the soft prickle of the hair I’m letting grow. I tease my outer lips, spreading my juices over them with my fingertips. I put the heel of my hand over my clit, pushing and rocking my hand without lifting it. The pressure on my clit builds the warm feeling in my stomach, and with my other hand I pinch and pull my nipple, harder than I was before. My cunt is throbbing, pulsing with waves of building orgasm. Without moving my hand off my clit I curl my middle finger, letting the tip slip into me, teasing around my entrance. When I come I can feel the tightening around my finger.
Although, I’ve orgasmed I don’t feel satisfied, the finger I used to tease myself has just made me long to be filled. I lean over and open a drawer, pulling out some toys before I lay back. I hold my little vibe to my clit and switch it on low, letting my clit gets used to the rumbly vibrations before I turn it up. It doesn’t take long before I’m feeling pulses of orgasm in my cunt. I slide my glass dildo in, I love the way it feels slightly cool at first, adding to the response inside me. My cunt throbs, contracting around the cool glass, each time my body tries to push it out I slide it back in. My nipples are tightening in an almost painful way, as my orgasm builds. When I feel close, I hold the dildo inside me rocking it against my g-spot. My whole body is reacting, shivers running over me, and I drop the clit vibe, it slips to the bed buzzing against my hip but my focus is on the dildo and the pressure building inside me. I rock the dildo faster and faster, my hold slipping slightly. My hands is gripping the sheet beneath me as I push my hips up. The pressure finally crashes over me, everything clenches, and then releases. My grip on the dildo slips, and as I come I push it out, with a rush of fluids. The final release left me satisfied and I lay back, my legs and arms floppy on the bed. Finally relaxed.

 

 

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Pocket Rabbit

Vibrator

The Rabbit Company, pride themselves on being a female-friendly brand of toys. It was built around one goal – to offer a concise collection of the best rabbit vibrators on the market, including clitoral vibrator, the Pocket Rabbit, which I’m reviewing today.

Rabbit vibrators are their speciality, and pleasure is their promise. Their rabbit vibes are better made. They have combined the best materials, best functions and the best designs to make the most stimulating rabbits ever created. Compact yet powerful and easy-to-use, The Rabbit Company has multiple distinct models to choose from but we think you’ll want to collect them all!

From Eroticon

pocket rabbitPocket Rabbit

I was first introduced to The Rabbit Company at Eroticon2017. Sadly they didn’t have a representative there, but they did have a sponsor table, and I chatted to GirlontheNet about them. At the end of the weekend, I was asked if I’d be willing to take one of the sample items and review it. I love a nice clit vibe, so I offered to take the Pocket Rabbit.

pocket rabbitYou all know me by now, and you know I have a bit of an aversion to pink things, and although this one is pink the Pocket Rabbit does come in two other colours (purple and black). But this clit vibe is a real powerhouse, so I totally forgive it for being pink. It is made from silky soft silicone. It’s waterproof, USB rechargeable, whisper quiet and has 6 patterns of vibration.

pocket rabbitThe Pocket Rabbit comes in simple no-nonsense packaging. I was surprised on opening it to realise just how heavy this vibe actually is. For its size it has a really good heft to it. It isn’t so heavy that you will get tired of holding it but has enough weight that it feels good in your hand. Charging it is really simple; it just pulls apart and you can plug it into any USB port. I love this because it also means that if you want to travel with it, you can separate the two halves and not worry about it accidentally turning on in your suitcase….and there are no extra wires to lose.

pocket rabbitI have to admit the Pocket Rabbit managed to surprise me, that doesn’t happen often. I wasn’t expecting much in the way of strong rumbly vibrations from this cute little vibrator but when I switched it on I had a very pleasant revelation. A long press of the ‘+’ button switches the pocket rabbit on, while a long press of the ‘-‘ button turns it off. You also have The Rabbit Company logo button which allows you to scroll through the patterns. This is great because it means you don’t end up accidentally switching to a pattern halfway through a session when you were trying to adjust the intensity.

pocket rabbitI wasn’t sure what the advantage of the ‘ears’ was on the Pocket Rabbit, if there was actually was one, or if it was just in keeping with the rabbit theme. I found in use they were longer than many others of this type, and because of that they seemed to fit my body better. Sitting nicely down my outer labia and giving a much more diffuse stimulation. However, they are also firm enough that if you like more pinpoint clitoral stimulation you can easily use the tips of the ‘ears’ to stimulate yourself. The deep vibrations travelled really well down the full length of them, not losing any intensity as it reached the tips.

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Overall

The Pocket Rabbit is a great little powerhouse clit vibrator. It really is whisper quiet, and I found the vibrations strong and rumbly.

 

*I was given the Pocket Rabbit on behalf of TheRabbitCompany in exchange for an honest and unbiased review. This review does NOT contain affiliate links.