Cunt

She sat statuesque amidst the movement of the subway — almost out of place. Everything about her was proper and discipled; everything perfect by design. Short red hair combed with a part to the side; clear alabaster skin and gray eyes were accented with frameless glasses. She looked straight ahead with her hands resting on her lap, oblivious to what was happening around her. She wore a crisp white blouse with a tailored tweed jacket with browns, rusts, greens and blues: a complicated menagerie of colour. Washed designer jeans accented with a black belt and complimented by black leather boots with silver buckles. Beside her on the floor was a matching leather bag. When she did move, it was methodical; exact. 

I could not help but notice her, and with great stealth, watched her. With as little movement as possible, she looked to her bag and reached for what looked to be a small sandwich wrapped in foil. With precision she adjusted the foil to expose the sandwich and lifting it to her mouth and took several small bites. As she chewed, she rested the sandwich in her lap. Once finished, she looked down and covered the remaining sandwich carefully and returned it to her bag. She then returned to her perfect position. As I continued to watch her in glances, there was a moment of recognition for something I hadn’t noticed before — on the right breast of her jacket was a small off-white label with the word CUNT printed in red block letters; easily missed in the colours and pattern of the jacket, but now impossible not to see.

Shifting in place as I stood, I struggled to reconcile what I saw and even define what it meant — was the label CUNT for all to see meant to be provocative, was it a warning, or simply an invitation to something beautiful. I could not help but imagine folds of pink wet flesh, a swollen clitoris, and a patch of perfectly trimmed red curls. It was a fantasy I almost started to fall into when I felt the subway slow for my stop. As I made my way to the door, I glanced at her one last time and I saw her staring at me. She winked and smiled ever so softly as I made my way through the crowd to the door.

Every now and then I wonder about that small off-white label with the word CUNT printed in red block letters and imagine folds of pink wet flesh, a swollen clitoris, and a patch of perfectly trimmed red curls. 

 I doubt she thinks of me at all.

 W

image Aneta Pawlik

About That Time I Had A One Night Stand!

This happened several years ago now when I was engaged to be married.  I don’t know exactly why it happened.  Maybe it was because unconsciously I knew that the engagement wasn’t right.  Or maybe its because I have a horny pussy that needs to be fucked hard and I just wasn’t getting what I needed.  Most likely it was some of both.

I was out with a work friend at a downtown bar.  I don’t remember if we knew that the guys we met up with were going to be at the same bar or if we just ran in to them there.  They were professional hockey players enjoying different degrees of success at that point in their careers.

What I do vividly remember is two of these hockey players chatting me up, standing really close to me, and trying to convince me that leaving the bar with the two of them would be a fun idea.  Gawd I was tempted.  The idea of being taken by two young athletic men was very appealing and has to this day fueled an ongoing fantasy in me of two eager male energies focused on my pleasure. I could feel the tingle of my lubed-up clit in my jeans (I like to lube up a little when I go out because I think it feels sexy) as they flirted and pressed up against me.  The only problem was that these guys knew people that I also knew and I was afraid that the story might come out.

Eventually the second of the two gave up on the idea and it was decided that myself, the one hockey player, my female friend and another friend of the hockey player would decamp back to my condo to keep the party going.

The taxi ride back was tight for four passengers and I ended up sitting on the lap of my new hockey player friend and could feel his hands on my lower back during the ride.

We arrived at my condo with everyone in a state of drunkenness and proceeded to smoke some pot and hang out.

As time went on my hockey player’s friend ended up passed out on the bed in my bedroom. My own friend was also passed out on the couch in the living room.

At one point someone had broken a glass and as I bent down to clean it up my hockey player kissed me.

I decided to go to the guest bedroom, took my clothes off and got into bed myself.

Shortly thereafter I was joined by my young hockey player.  I asked him if he was going to fuck my pussy. 

Turns out he was. I briefly sucked on his cock. I was really excited and needed to feel this new big cock in my pussy. I had him put on a condom and I positioned myself to ride this new cock cowgirl style.  I gave it everything I had and rode him until my thighs gave out.  He finished off with me on my back, pulling off his condom as he came on my belly.  This kind of savage fucking was exactly what I was needing.

It was a wild night.  He fucked me repeatedly.  After the first fuck he subsequently fucked me from behind several times.  While I didn’t come, it was so satisfying to have a young lustful man so eager for my cunt. All in all, I think we fucked and he came four times over the course of the night always pulling off his condom and coming on my body. 

After everyone had left the next morning, no one the wiser, I cleaned up and then made my pussy come thinking about the lustful night I had just had.  In fact, I have made my pussy come many times sense that night thinking about what might have happened had I gone with both hockey players as they originally suggested, and thinking about what actually happened and the feel of that lustful big cock so eager for my pussy.  Eventually I made the walk of shame to my fiancée’s nearby condo building my pussy finally satiated.

• Kayla M

Leather, wine and sex

The store front is on a busy street and the atmosphere is chic. The soft scent of fine leather fills the air — jackets, coats, skirts, dresses, pants, and the like. Beautiful people greet you with an offer of water or tea as you browse. They are quick to offer an opinion or search for your size but mostly they leave you to enjoy the smells and textures. If you know your way you can get to the back from there, but I prefer the entrance off the back alley. With no presumption of chic, the entrance is simple with barred windows clouded by the dirt of the city on each side. 

Closing the door behind us, we’re greeting by the overwhelming smell of leather; leather of the finest of quality — corsets, catsuits, bras, chaps, harnesses, collars, gowns, restraints, and other items that satisfy any discerning individual with a bit of a fetish. As I savour the hints of musk, earth, and tobacco I hear what comes across as almost a declaration, just loud enough for anyone listening to understand the intensions,

“This time, we are here for you.”

The young woman at the register looks up and smiles; then goes back to whatever she’s reading. There is no indication that anyone else cares. Leather lines the walls on racks and there are shelves here and there for smaller items, and I’m quite happy to simply wander around and enjoy the look and feel and smell. As I make my way over to Yvonne, she looks at me with a smile,

“Winston, I think I found something.”

She reaches into a bin on one of the shelves and presents a small piece of leather with four silver button snaps. I looked at it with some confusion.

“It’s a ball harness.”

“How exactly is that supposed to work?”

She smiles as she folds the leather and snaps both sides of what initially seemed to be a simple piece of leather and rests it in the palm of her hand. She giggles slightly at my expression.

“Oh it will be fun. Let me go pay for it. Be right back.”

We wander the store a little longer not interesting in anything else now that the seeds of anticipation have taken root. The smell of leather fades as we make our way to the street and decide to celebrate our new acquisition with a glass of wine. Arm in arm we head to one of our favourite places just a few blocks up the street. As we make our way down the stairs to the entrance below street level neither of us can remember how we found this place.

The atmosphere and décor is a combination of rich woods and fabric and leaves you with a feeling of sensuality, dark secrets and a history only spoken in whispers. We find ourselves seated at our favourite table off in the corner — we seem to be lucky that way. As we settle in adjusting coats and bags, we were greeted with a smile.

“So, what did you buy?”

“A ball harness”

“Oh, that is marvellous. Two glasses of red; California, right?”

She walks away not expecting an answer. As I watched her walk away, Yvonne has reached into her purse for the harness and starts inspecting it in more detail.

“I think you are going to have to work a little to get this on. I’m still debating whether I want to watch or be surprised once you do.”

“Can I see that?”

 As I play with it and inspect the leather closer, two glasses of wine are set in front of us.

“Oh, that is adorable. You definitely will have you shave your balls before you put it on”

“She makes a very good point. I’ll want your balls very smooth.”

 She smiles and leaves us to our planning. I raised my glass and Yvonne follows my lead.

“For you, I will shave my balls smooth, put on my new leather and present my balls for you to play with at your leisure”

“And for you, I will be waiting in my satin thong and my red and black corset. No heals. I’m feeling bohemian.

 The sound of crystal is barely audible.

W

The brilliance of the missionary position.

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 Every so often, before I get out of bed, Yvonne would take a nipple in her teeth and bite very hard — never enough to draw blood but enough to make it tender all day. She told me she did it because when the fabric of my shirt caressed my nipple the sensation would remind me of her.

The debate about a person’s favourite sex position tends to find its way into conversation to share information but more often or not, it’s offered from a perspective of bravado or seduction. Sometimes, to be fair, it simply finds its way into the conversation after a couple of drinks to keep the good times going. No matter what the occasion, my answer is always the same — my favourite position is the missionary.

The connoisseurs of porn will most likely see this choice as traditional, old fashioned, and lacking imagination. I can only imagine what those people who think they’ve read the Kama Sutra would say. With great respect to all the positions out there, this is my reasoning.

With the missionary position I can get very deep and control the pressure on the clit as I grind or thrust. I am more sensitive to the rhythms and contractions of my lover’s body as she builds to orgasm.

There is more body contact and skin to caress, nibble and kiss with the missionary position.

I can watch as her pleasure builds, and her face contorts with her release.

I can feel her nails as they dig into my back, marking me deep. The pleasure of the pain.

She called me back to bed as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror; the smell of our sex was still fresh. As I moved back to the bedroom, I turned my back to the mirror and glanced over my shoulder. Red lines ran the length of my back. The look and the sensation made me smile. 

  W

Image by Dainis Graveris 

Montreal Part II

Returning to that night in the bar in Montreal, the four hockey players decided that they wanted to go out on the town while we were content to stay warm, and stay at the hotel.  My girlfriend and one of the four started talking about smoking some pot, and so he waved off his friends and said he would meet up with them later.

Myself, my girlfriend, and Darcy went back to our room to enjoy some smoke in private.  We sat around talking, smoking, listening to music and relaxing with yet another nice fire going.

If I’m honest with myself, I’d have to say that I thought I had detected a little extra “energy” from him toward her when we were downstairs with the whole gang, but as I said, she is an attractive fit woman and so its not the first time I had experienced this.

I don’t know exactly what kind of weed Darcy had shared with us but it was pretty powerful stuff and we were all giggling and talking emphatically about one thing or another.

Someone suggested a game of “Truth or Dare” but it really didn’t last long.  My girlfriend’s assigned dare was to give us a little striptease but she hadn’t done much in the way of stripping before I was up on my feet “helping” her a long.  I was kind of dancing with her, kissing her neck and pulling down the straps of her dress.  I was intermittently lifting up her dress and giving Darcy a full view of her ass before I finally lifted it over her head and off.  There she was in bra and panties kind of slowly spinning around while I groped her.  I undid her bra while she was pointing directly at Darcy and exposed her full pert tits which I cupped in my hands from behind and kneaded until her nipples were fully erect.

Darcy was enjoying the view sitting across the room on a couch.

I was getting excited and started to bend my girlfriend over the arm of an adjacent couch in full view of Darcy with the intent of pushing her panties aside and fucking her pussy in front of him.

She wasn’t having any of it.  She pushed me down onto the couch and told me that I couldn’t fuck her yet.

With that she walked across the room and stood in front of Darcy.  She was facing him and away from me but I could see that she was staring at him and pulling on her nipples.

She told him to take off his clothes to which he immediately complied.  He displayed an enormous and hard cock.  She got a little pillow off of the sofa and placed it on the floor between his legs.  She then got down on her knees on the pillow and immediately took that big cock into her mouth.  He placed a hand gently on the back of her head while she licked and sucked his cock vigorously. 

This went on for about five minutes and then she stopped and stood up.  With a quick naughty look back at me she turned back to face him and pulled off her panties.  She then climbed on to the couch and on top of him squatting down over his hard cock and I had a full view of his cock entering her hungry pussy.  She moaned as he entered her and I could see her pussy lips greedily grabbing on to his big cock and her asshole puckering at the same time.

They fucked vigorously in this position for some time as she had one orgasm after another with his hands moving between her ass and her tits.

And then suddenly she pulled off of him and stood up.  His big hard cock was still throbbing and unfinished.

She walked back over to me.  I had already made short work in getting rid of my clothes and had been stroking my cock for some time while I watched her pussy get fucked.

She bent over the arm of the couch on her own and said, “now you can fuck me”.

I was inside her in no time.  My cock was the hardest it had ever been.  Her pussy was wet red and swollen from fucking.  I fucked her as hard as I could while occasionally slapping her asshole and watched her cum over and over again.  She was watching Darcy stroke his own cock to our fucking. I didn’t last long and neither did he.  The excitement of what I had just witnessed made me cum at exactly the same time as she and he did.

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I don’t know what happened next really.  I think we all just passed out.  Hours later I was awoken by movement and found that I had somehow made my way to the hotel bed.  As my head cleared and my eyes came in to focus, I realized that the movement that had awoken me was in fact my girlfriend getting fucked from behind by Darcy on the bed.  Somehow, we had all made our way onto this super king-sized bed but they had woken up before me.  I watched my beautiful girlfriend bucking like a wild horse as Darcy thrust his big cock into cunt from behind.  Now I was awake and got up on my knees and positioned myself so that my girlfriend could suck my cock while she was being fucked.  She was cumming hard again, over and over until Darcy let out a grunt and a final hard thrust before he pulled out and came on her asshole.  The sight of my girlfriends little pink asshole covered in cum from another big cock caused me to blow my own load in her mouth which she eagerly swallowed.

Montreal is a great city.

-M.T.