Erotica : Something in the look..

I came across the following pictures on the web, and found something quite erotic in each one .. a look of hunger.

HNT : My Miss France

OK, we're well late on this posting ..


and yes, maybe the judge is slightly biased .....

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Sleep Sex

Someone recently asked me what the most memorable (strangest, most outrageous) sexual experience we have ever experienced?

So, pondering over the question, I took a trip down memory lane, examining our fifteen years together. Now, we're a pretty vanilla, middle-of-the-road, unassuming sort of couple .. so I didn't expect anything too wild.

We have the usual vivid memories of our first taste of “forbidden” fruits.
(many of which have been already documented in this blog ... so to all you newcomers .. read the archives)

As to be expected, in the early days, we have the varying geography syndrome. Following the real estate agent mantra, its all about “location, location, location”. Sex in

• an inflatable bouncy castle (not that hot, believe me)
• a public swimming pool (nice)
• communal camp-site showers (now that is great fun)
• (he, he) and most recently, on a car bonnet in the forest
  

And, then, we get the various utensils and objects syndrome – sex with

• various fruit & veg (bananas, cucumbers ..)
• sex toys,
• hot and cold (hot chocolate, ice-cubes, ice-cream, cognac, crème a la mente)
  

Finally, after much thought, I settled on the following answer : Sex with a sleeping Thirty.

In her twenties, Thirty went through a brief phase of occasionally talking or moving in her sleep. It was quite freaky at first, since you could literally hold a conversation with her. You wouldn't believe she was asleep apart from the fact her eyes were closed. And if you asked her, she was convinced she was wide awake.

All quite strange, but the following morning we'd always had a good giggle about the experience. Especially after I discovered that whilst in this sleep-talking state, she could not lie when answering my questions. You can imagine the fun I had..

“Do you look at men's crotches in the street?” ...
Giggling, “Oh yes.... all the time..“

Etc., etc., etc.

And then, one night, Thirty whilst talking aloud, was getting visibly very, very horny. She was beginning to squirm on the bed, as our conversation got raunchier.

Call me a pervert, but there was no way I was going to pass up an occasion like that.

“If you're getting horny, why don't you play with yourself?”

And to my surprise, she did.

Shortly after, “Would you like to suck on my cock?”
Like a shot, she wiggled down the bed, and began suckling on my cock.
After my initial shock, and fleeting bout of guilt, it become incredibly, incredibly arousing. Obviously, in part due to these strange circumstances, but also due to the utter enthusiasm and the forcefulness of her acts (not to mention the outrageously noisy slurping and moaning).

Soon after, she urged (i.e. dragged!!) me on top of her.. penetration was next on her list.
As we were merrily (and forcefully) fucking away, she suddenly woke up.
The next two minutes were quite interesting .. we went from sleeping sex maniac, awaken astonishment, wild giggling, and then back (thank god) to sex maniac (but wide awake) again.

As I was writing this article, I did some searching on Google. Much to my surprise, this seems to be “trendy” topic of discussion. There's even a term – sleep-sex, sexsomnia, or SBS (Sexual behaviour in sleep ).

There's even a website on the subject.

Resto : desserts anyone?

A few more photos from our little outing.

Hubby's wandering little hand ....



Shall we see what's underneath ....

Mmmmm ..

Resto

Yesterday evening was one of those rare occasions (at least recently) where we left our darling children in the hands of a babysitter. With perfect weather, all dressed up to the nines, we set out for an evening together .. a trip into the countryside, to a quaint village, for a beautiful meal in a Michelin restaurant, and, well, an unexpected conclusion.

Super Sex Vixen was definitely out on the prowl.

As we pulled into the small village, Thirty let out a small cry.
“Oh non, I've forgotten something!”

Opening her handbag, she pulled out a pair of sexy black knickers, and smiled.
“I forgot to put these on! Oh well, never mind.”

As we walked through the village, she leaned over and whispered, “but I did remember to wear my smart balls.."

A cheesy smile spread across my face, as she continued

“Mmmm, it makes me so hot, passing all these people in the street. When we chatted to the babysitter, and then the neighbours earlier on, I was so wet!”

As we walked around the village, Thirty was getting hornier and hornier, as the cool evening air whipped under her skirt, and the smart balls moved in rhythm to her swaying hips. Before reaching the restaurant, we passed in front of a churchyard. We both looked at each other and walked in. We found a quiet corner, and discretely, I slid my hand between her legs, moving up past her silky stockings. Thirty kept an eye on the churchyard as I played ... deliciously naughty.

When we finally arrived at the restaurant, Thirty went to the toilet to remove the smart balls.
So, the meal started in the best conditions - Thirty with a smile from ear to ear. The food was great, the wine fantastic, and her company perfect. The restaurant was empty, so as we talked, I could occasionally run my hand up her leg.

After the meal, Thirty took the car keys.
Now I find something really sexy about a woman, in a short skit and stockings, driving a car.
I don't know what it is. Is the sight of her legs moving up and down to action the pedals? Is it her hand firmly grasping the gear stick?? No idea.. but all I do know is that it drives me crazy.

So, before she pulled out of the parking space, my hand already between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy.

"Shall we drive through the forest?"

We soon found a secluded isolated spot, and Thirty pulled over. I turned off the car lights. We kissed passionately. Thirty suggested "shall we get in the back?"

Yeah, right! With all those child seats? "No, I've got a better idea. Get out of the car"

Thirty walked around the car, and in the low light she could just make out my erect cock, poking out of my trousers. She quickly bent over and lifted up her skirt. I pushed my cock into her pussy.

There was something so sexy about making love outdoors - the smell of the forest on a warm evening; the sound of the birdsong. And of course, the risk of being caught; of being seen.

Thirty was fulfilling a fantasy or two, that evening. She'd always dreamed of making love outdoors. So, to complete our evening, I turned her around, lifted her up, sat her on my cock, and then carried her around to the front of the car.

I laid her down on the bonnet, and lifted her legs up. There she was, dressed to the nines, legs wide open, being fucked on the bonnet of a car in the middle of the forest.. taking the risk of being seen or being caught at any moment.

We fucked hard and fast. Like a pair of teenagers, we let the passion get the better of us. In no time whatsoever the two of us had orgasmed. And luckily so. Soon after we could see car lights approaching from a distance. Laughing, we got back in the car.

Being the practical hubby I am, I'd brought along the camera. As we drove home, I took photos of lovely Thirty.






Somehow, I get the impression, we'll be doing this again.
Perhaps next time, I'll even get a photo of Thirty on the bonnet....

Time

I've been suffering recently from what the French would call "le démon du midi".
I suppose in English we'd call it a (mini) 'mid-life crisis'.

The problem is, I'm getting very close to the big 4-0.
Silly, I suppose, but its playing on my mind.

What's worse is that the years seem to be flying by, faster and faster.


The words of Pink Floyd summarise perfecly the feeling



Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say



I suppose the other worrying element is the inevitable decline of our sex-life.

Discussing this with Thirty, we decided it could be taken positively or negatively.

No, I have no intention of going to nightclubs, trying to re-live my bygone years, chatting up teenage girls.

Rather, we see this as a wake-up call.

Make the most of the moments we have now, as a couple (and not just as a family).
They're going to be our best, so make damn sure they're well spent.

All those sexual fantasies we have, but never quite found the time to realize them?
Well, realize them now!

Don't have the time?
Well, perhaps we should make the time!


And for Thirty.. my timid little Thirty. What glorious fantasies reside in your mind, but never revealed?

Shall we explore them together?

I rest my case

I came across this over at CrazyDoc's EROTICA CURIOSA.
Just about sums up - Doting mother, loving wife and Super Sex Vixen :-)

HNT : Pretty in Pink

Its been quite a while since our last HNT.

Warmer days are approaching, and Thirty's coming out of hibernation.

A photo of her lovely flat belly

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Doting Mother, Loving Wife, and Super Sex Vixen

Regular readers of this blog know we're a mid-thirties (well, both under 40 and our average age is 35 :-) couple with a very young family. Many of you out there probably realize what that implies for Thirty – she has to be a doting mother, a loving wife, and, in order to satisfy hubby, a Super Sex Vixen.

Obviously, during our children's early years, doting mother takes a upper hand on Super Sex Vixen. Although, as you can see from this blog, I've nothing to complain about. Nevertheless, as the kids are growing, we're slowly finding more time for ourselves, and our bedroom pursuits.

Therefore, last week, it was with great pleasure that I received a surprise phone call in work.

“I've spent all morning with my Smart Balls.”

My ears pricked up.

“I took the kids to school, and chatted to the other mothers, with the Smart Balls deep inside. If only they knew.... Then, I went into town, walking around from shop to shop. The SmartBalls were boucing like crazy – my whole body was shaking.”

I started getting hot at the thought, cursing the fact I was stuck in the office.

“It was really funny, but people seemed to look at me differently. Almost as if they could tell, on a subconscious level, I was so aroused.
And now that I'm home, would you like that I take them out?”

All I could manage was a gurgling sound.

“Oh my, they're sopping wet...”

Welcome back, Super Sex Vixen.

Hot Wife Allie

Its not often I promote other blogs, but there is something simply joyful about Hot Wife Allie and the manner in which her husband supports and encourages her hobby - making love to other men in front of him.

On top of that, there's a real artist in the family, producing the most delicious cartoons.


Enjoy

Chez les USA ...

Given in the last posting I was praising the French way of life, it would seem only appropriate that I fell upon this American article this morning

The man who arranged tonight's event, Art Hammer (a name he uses solely for Mandingo parties), started the Florida Mandingo group four years ago, just after his divorce. An enterprising 42-year-old black swinger from Tampa Bay, he has since become the go-to guy when it comes to organizing gang bangs and orgies for couples—the vast majority of whom are white—with a fetish for black men

"The fantasy goes both ways," he explains. "The women get to fuck our guys while their husbands watch, and we get to fuck rich white women, really mutt 'em out. It works! But people in this lifestyle are affluent—I'm talking judges, CEOs, FBI agents, important people—so before they invite a bunch of black men into their homes, they want to know they're safe, they're not going to get robbed, and everyone is discreet. So that's what I provide—a gentleman in the street and a thug in the bedroom."

Hammer's "A-team" comprises 20 of the more than 100 single black men on his books; many of them are here tonight. "They have to have at least eight inches, and most have a college degree. They have to be able to role-play, and most important of all, they have to be gentlemen.

Only in the US of A ..
Click here for the full article : The Provocateur

Nu sur le sable, les yeux dans l'eau ..

Reading Imelda's article, and her desire to swim in the sea naked, reminded me of one fundamental difference between the French and the anglo-saxons (French expression for “Brits and Americans”).

The way they accept and embrace nakedness.

This struck me for the first time when I moved to France, fifteen years ago. I started off by spending a number of months in the south of France, with my then-to-be future wife.

I will always remember the first time I met her teenage cousin. She bounded in from the garden topless, her ample breasts swinging about like eager puppies, and without batting an eyelid, approached me to faire le bise (the usual French greeting consisting of four kisses on the cheeks).

On the Atlantic coast I was once again confronted with their attitude to nakedness. If you walk a short distance from the main beach entry points, you'll soon move from the de facto topless holidaymakers to fully naked people happily sunbathing and swimming. People from all works of life and all ages. On one occasion we even saw a complete family sunbathing naked – mother, father, and their 2 teenage daughters.

Needless to say, we followed suit, and were soon naked as well. What a beautiful sensation, as the sun warms you, and the sea breeze caressing your entire body! Later on, to cool down, we'd swim naked in the sea, the waves crashing against our naked bodies (causing, I must admit, a rather embarrassing hard-on...). Finally, to end the day, we'd walk nonchalantly along the sea front, exchanging the usual Bonjour with other naked couples (we even crossed the camp-site receptionist).

Later on during the holidays, we were cycling through a forest, and suddenly came across naked people cycling in the other direction. Without realizing it, we'd stumbled upon a naturist camp-site. As you can see from the following link naturist is quite popular in France.



All in all, their attitude to nakedness is refreshingly mature. By accepting it, people are freer .. less guilt, less hangups.

Vive la France !

This weekend's position

In tribute to this weekend's position ..

(and no, these photos are not of Thirty .. )

Parents Possessed

Its been and up and down couple of weeks, with the whole family coming down with the flu, one after another. This weekend Thirty and myself finally shook it off, and were eager to have some fun.

I was feeling particularly horny, especially given the week I'd spent, imagining up the “Kidnap Inc.” story. One or two erotic email exchanges with bloggers also got my blood boiling.

So, in this general context, we put the kids to bed.

The dance started slowly, as so often, with a long sensual massage .. we took our time, holding off the inevitable .. I massage her legs and feet, while she slowly gyrates her wet pussy on my big toe.

Before long the pace picks up ..

Thirty gets on all fours, face in the pillow, back arched. Her oiled, shaven pussy glistening in front of me ... My timid exhibitionist is so worked up.

I lean in .. no gentle oral-sex tonight .. I bury my face between her ass checks ... I lick deep, I lick hard, my face glistening with her juices....

Thirty rolls over, and I'm above her, my cock leaning over her face.
She sucks my cock and balls like a woman possessed .. saliva dripping off my cock
Pre-cum leaks out on several occasions, and she licks it up.. smiling ... knowing that she can ride my cock hard all night .. I won't be able to come.

I fall backwards, and she slips her oily body on top of me, creating an unexpected 69.
She sucks cock, and spreads my legs wide apart, her fingers caressing, exploring, teasing my ass-hole. Now she knows that makes me loose control – I suck her cunt like a man possessed..

Thirty goes back to her original ass in the air, head in the pillow position.
We fuck like people possessed, or should I say “parents possessed”. Parents keep the noise down to a minimum.

We move from position to position like a pair of eager teenagers on their first night.. She rides through orgasm after orgasm.

I roll her onto her back, and roughly spread her legs back and up. She strains under the contortions, but is soon rewarded by a deep, hard penetration. She grabs my balls and pushes/pulls back and forth, encouraging me to fuck her as hard as I can...

Finally, Thirty can take it no more .. her body exhausted ... her pussy too sore ..

I still haven't come.

She tries to help me. Thirty sucks my glistening cock, tasting her own juices, ready to take my burning cum in her mouth, on her face...

But its not to be .. she was right .. no orgasm for D tonight ...

But I don't care in the slightest .. not every bedroom is blessed like ours tonight.