Back to Jamaica!

My girlfriend and I returned to Jamaica and Hedonism about a year after our second and most recent visit there.  This time we joined a resort “takeover” which was sponsored by an organization that I thought was focused on health and physical well being.  Turns out it was a bit more than that with many guests being in the “ethical non monogamy” (ENM) lifestyle” and the focus of various speakers and events being sexual health and well being.

Many of the people we met were actually quite interesting and as we had an opportunity to speak with them we were surprised at the wide range of guests from various parts of the world with interesting back stories.

The resort had the usual sensual vibe of nudity, public sex, exhibitionism and voyeurism although I thought somewhat muted compared to previous times we had been there.  For instance you will recall my recounting how I went down on my girlfriend’s sweet pussy and brought her to orgasm at the pool on several occasions on previous trips – sometimes in front of the entire pool crowd and once in front of a couple of appreciative men at night.

Not to say that this particular trip didn’t have its own titillations. 

My girlfriend had chosen several new outfits for evening wear.  These included some very short skirts and some metal mesh tops which provided a nice view of her lovely pert breasts and nipples.  She received much attention and compliments from other men at the resort about “how well put together she was”.

Not to be left behind I enjoyed the attentions of a couple of the event speakers – one who was particularly overt in her comments and desires for me.

I’ve explained in the past my girlfriend’s excitement around the idea of experiencing the energy of two men lusting after her at once and my excitement around her sexuality.  If you have read my previous blogs you will recall how on our first trip to Hedonism this fantasy came to life with a South American we met in two very hot “sessions”.

Further to this desire, on this trip, my girlfriend was enjoying telling me which of a few select men she encountered that she would like to fuck and which admiring men she had locked eyes with in mutual attraction.

One night we attended the “Romping Room” which is a beautiful open air area with mattresses and pools where people can go to fuck in front of one another while looking at the star lit Jamaican sky.  I was once again licking my girlfriend’s sweet tasting pussy when I noticed her occasionally stealing a look over her shoulder.  Following her gaze I saw that she was watching another woman sucking two different guys cocks on another mattress kiddy corner to our own.  After I made her clit cum I rolled her over in order that she was looking directly at the threesome which had now evolved into one guy fucking the girl from behind while she continued to suck the other guy’s cock and I entered my girlfriend’s pussy from behind as well.  I fucked her hard while she watched and came.  I asked her if that was what she wanted – two cocks lusting after her – to which she replied that yes she did as she came again and again.  That was a good night which might have only been made better were she able to be the one experiencing two men herself.

On another night, we were waiting for dinner when a guy my girlfriend said she noticed trying to catch her eye approached and introduced himself to us.  We chatted with him and he had a very interesting backstory.  Was very focused on my girlfriend’s breasts and commented on them.  Told us his wife was fast asleep back in their room because he had worn her out 😊.  Anyway, that night, my girlfriend and I once again returned to the “Romping Room” and while we were fucking who should show up on the mattress next door but this guy and his wife.  She lay on her stomach and he massaged her but what he was really interested in was my girlfriend getting fucked hard from behind and cumming repeatedly on my hard cock.  Imagine meeting a girl you found very attractive and only a few short hours later getting to watch her fuck and cum right beside you – it was the next best thing to what he really wanted which was to fuck her himself.

That’s about it for Hedo titillation this time around.  Looking forward to some new experiences to report back over the course of the year.

TK

Fucking like animals

I thought of soft pubic hair the other day — soft like cashmere. I remember encouraging her to grow her bush because it was so soft, and I liked to run my fingers through it.

Black pubs against alabaster skin. I would run my fingers through her bush as I circled her clit and slipped fingers inside; she was warm and wet. She would moan slightly as I pulled on her curls.

Sometimes she would ask me to pull out just before I came and giggled with delight as I came all over her bush. She would encourage me to mix my cum with her juices and condition her pubs — her black pubs glistened. She would ask to taste our juices and her eyes sparkled when she found a pubic hair. She would inspect it intently before she discarded it to the sheets.  

I was encouraged to grow my pubs because it was only fair — she liked the idea of sucking on hairy balls. My bush was course and was a proxy for our differences. I would watch as she dived deep into my bush and sucked my cock and caressed my balls with her tongue. Sometimes she refused to fuck me, and would jerk me off so she could rub my cum into my hairy balls.

We liked the feel of fucking with hair, and it wasn’t long until we agreed not to shave for a year.

And for a year, we fucked like animals.

Baying at the moon

I dreamt about Yvonne the other night.

I have not seen her in years, but I dream of her sometimes. I never dream of her sexually, but once I’m awake, I think of her flesh.

I was loud when I fucked her — the guttural sounds of an animal in heat; I was a wolf baying at the moon wanting to cum forever. She would squirt on me as if marking her territory, and I would always come back for more.

She would tie me to the bed telling me not to cum, and as she sipped on a glass of wine, she milked me and pulled my balls down. She would laugh when she succumbed to my begging and marvelled at how much I would cum for her. I wanted to fuck her, but she just wanted to watch me cum and liked to remind me this is what happens when I was bad.

When she wanted to be bad, she would dress in leather, and heels; I would put on my collar and to the glow of candlelight, I would let her take me. When she was finished, I would kiss her and hold her tight. In the morning, she would bite my nipple hard, and she would tell me it was so I would remember her throughout the day.

I worshiped her pussy and would ask to shave it clean. On those occasions, I would take her to bed and caress her folds and circle her clit until she opened like a flower; her juices would cling to her lips like dew. Ever so quietly I would ask if I could enter her and she would nod softly. I would insert a finger slowly — then a second, and then my thumb. I would gently rotate my thumb over the two fingers and caress her inner wall and then kiss and play with her clit with my tongue. I would drink her juices as she came and revelled when she grabbed my hair to pull me hard into her. Her sounds filled the room. I can hear her still.

We were building something, but like with many things, she slipped away on the frictionless surface of misunderstanding. She was everything to me and then she simply was gone. Never to be seen again.

For a long time, I bayed at the moon.

the cum I gave you…

When you aren’t with me, I jerk off to porn. It isn’t a subconscious reflection of other desires, because God knows, our flesh is not wanting. I am a voyeur if truth be told, and like to watch — I like to watch and make myself cum.

It is late where you are, and as we say goodnight, you laugh and suggest I watch some orgy porn, but only if I remember to whisper your name as I cum. As I slide my phone onto the night table, the thought of cumming for you has taken root and I throw the covers off and search for my computer — I like my porn on the big screen. My cock is urging me to hurry back under the covers and the thought of being hard washes through me.  

I like to jerk off to porn in the dark and by the glow of the computer screen; not because of any sort of embarrassment but there is a feeling of emersion as I watch. I scroll the endless clips of people licking and fucking; I pass on many, and click on some – sometimes it is simply a man and woman fucking, other times it involves the smooth look of latex but mostly, I like to watch couples sharing each other and showing off. I shy away from the overly produced and spend my time looking for something more amateur; in my mind, it is something a little bit more real.

As you encouraged, I found something with three women and two men — something that offers many possibilities with cock and cunt and cunt and cunt. Even with amateur porn, there is often a formula in front of the camera and I like the feeling of what I’ve found and start to watch it play out; I make myself comfortable, bringing my knees up to cradle the computer.

I’m captivated when the women are playful and laughing. One of the women inevitably finds her way between spread legs and tastes perfectly shaven pussy — the woman with the perfectly shaven pussy moans with abandon. Another is sharing a kiss and is caressing a breast waiting her turn. She is pleasantly surprised as a man enters the screen and starts caressing the shape of her ass. See encourages the man to fuck her, and as he enters her from behind, she moans. Her sounds mix with the sounds of the woman with the perfectly shaven pussy.

My cock is hard and I lift the computer as I throw off the sheets; I hold the laptop above me as I stoke my cock lightly and stare intently at the screen. Another guy enters the screen, and as he watches the fucking and the pussy eating, he lowers himself over the woman with the perfectly shaved pussy who stops moaning to suck his cock; he contorts himself to kiss the woman who is being fucked from behind.

I am now stroking faster and harder. I think of you as I watch but I don’t want to whisper your name yet, so shift myself and slow my tempo. Sometimes I must stop all together if my cock begins to throb. I don’t want to cum yet.

The woman with the perfectly shaved pussy is now watching the two other women get fucked missionary style and is encouraging on the men to fuck harder. She kisses each woman gently and asks if they like getting fucked while someone watches. The nod their approval, and scream and moan.

I have given up trying to hold back cumming and stroke my cock the length of the shaft imaging being encouraged to fuck you. My arm is tiring from holding up the computer, but I am almost there; my balls have contracted up and I am so very hard. I grunt your name as I release, and as I continue to stroke my cock, I can feel it pulsing; cum has become a sort of lube.

I abruptly stop, and let the computer drop to the bed. The glow from people fucking on screen illuminates the cum on my hand, my stomach and even a drop or two on my chest. I whisper your name in the dark again and wish you were here — but you are not. I listen to the pounding in my chest for a moment and then shut the screen on my computer and push it to the side. I pull the sheets over me and feel the cool wetness of my cum.

In the darkness, as I’m about to fall asleep, I can feel cum run down my side. I shift and roll over on my side and relish in the cum I gave you.

W

Your scent…

“Is it wrong that when I think of you, I think of your cunt? And I will say, with little trepidation, I think of it often.”

“Tell me more”

“I was curious when you texted to meet here. It was very —”

“No. Tell me more about my cunt; tell me why you think of my cunt.”

“Oh — I really don’t know why I said that. It was rude.”

‘Well, you did, so go on.”

“Your smell, it’s the smell of your cunt. Your perfume is always wonderful but all I can smell is the musky sour scent of your cunt; it seems to permeate from every pore as if they’re connected directly in some way. Sometimes it’s subtle, and sometimes it’s overwhelming.”

“And now?”

“It’s intoxicating — maybe that’s why I so rudely brought it up. I admit I like when you haven’t shaved for a while; your cunt becomes feral in a way, and your scent seems stronger. I imagine that you were wet before you sat down; I can smell it all over you.”

“Good guess. Please continue”

“I like the way your cunt shapes my cock. As you know, I’m always hard for you but when your ride me, you contract your cunt in a way that moulds my cock to the shape of your cunt; I get longer and thicker. You inevitably tell me it fits perfectly and grind until you cum.”

“Yes. I do like doing that. You always cum very hard for me when I’ve had my way. Should I just assume you like how it tastes?”

“You already know I do.”

“True. But I want to hear you tell me.”

“I like how my tongue can tease your cunt to give me it’s juices — I will drink from you until you force me to stop but I like to coax you to give me more. I work very hard to make you squirt.”

“Hmmmm. Shall we have another drink?”

“It is date night after all. Besides, I want to see how long it takes before one of us suggests we make our way discretely to the restroom and fuck our brains out like animals.”

“Oh sweetie, you will cave way before I do.”

W