24 hours (2018 version)

Over the last few years, I’ve posted three mini collections of fantasies, inspired by whatever filthy thoughts I was having at the time. If you want to go back and read those, you’ll find them here, here, and here.

With no end in sight to this long, sweaty, sun-baked summer, I feel like it’s time to share a few more of the things that have been getting me horny lately. Of course for the most part it’s too wretchedly hot to do anything about the almost constant arousal, but that hasn’t stopped me drifting off into pleasant daydreams about all the fun I’m going to have when the temperature drops by a few degrees and I actually feel like moving again…

(cw: a couple of these skirt around the CNC line – if that’s an issue for you but you want to read the rest, DM/email me and I’ll send an edited version)

• Feeling your hands on me and your body so close to mine while K sucked my cock at the party. The knowledge that other people were watching all three of us, and the perfect mix of relaxed familiarity and utter hotness. The way I could tell it was her mouth, just from how easily she took my cock to the back of her throat and the noises she made while it was there. Your little laugh of pleasure at the sight of it, and knowing that it was just as sexy for you as it was for me.
• A quiet weekday morning at work. A text message or email just before lunch from someone I know well but have never fucked – a friend, a Twitter acquaintance, or just someone I had no idea wanted to fuck me. The words themselves don’t matter, but the message is unplanned, unexpected, and impossible to ignore. “I’m in your office car park. I really want to suck your cock.” Or “I need you to come and fuck me now. Please.” Taking her into the woods, out of the sun but still stiflingly warm. The slightly surreal excitement of it – crossing a boundary without knowing how either of us will feel afterwards. Letting her guide my hand to her cunt, and feeling how wet she is. The rustle of leaves in the trees above us as she braces against a tree and I push my cock inside her.
• Being pushed out of my comfort zone by a group of women who – gently, sweetly – won’t take no for an answer. Maybe it’s all a joke at first – “You’d love his cock in your mouth, wouldn’t you”, “I bet you can’t take as much as you think you can” – and I go along with it, because this isn’t that kind of evening and no-one’s actually going to make me go through with it. But then one of them looks up from her phone with a smirk, and says she’s told this guy she’s fucking to come over, because I’m going to suck him off in front of everyone. There’s a big cheer, and they’re all egging each other on, arranging the furniture in the room so that they can all see. When he arrives, the woman who invited him round unbuttons his jeans slowly, looking me in the eye the whole time, and curls her fingers round his huge cock. Holding it out towards me, she waits while the others shout their appreciation and tell me to suck it. The feeling of fullness when he’s all the way in, and all I can taste, feel or smell is his dick down my throat. Feeling him about to come, and noticing in absentminded shock that it’s the quietest woman in the whole group – the one who always sits back and lets the others take the lead – who crawls over and wraps her hand round my neck, holding me still so he can jizz all over my face.
• Staying in a big cottage somewhere with a group of RL friends. The walls are thin, and even though Liv and I try to be quiet, there’s no way we can fuck without the people in the next room knowing what we’re doing. Hours later, getting up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. As I step sleepily into the corridor, one of our friends is creeping back to her room. Without speaking, she guides me against the wall, gets to her knees, and takes my cock in her mouth. There’s something single-minded and insistent about the way she sucks it, and holding back isn’t an option. It’s over quickly. “I just wanted to know what Liv tastes like,” she says afterwards, and we never speak of it again.
• A World Cup game that gets out of control. “England are rubbish,” you say at kick-off, loud enough for the whole room to hear it. “No way they’ll win this.” I dig my fingers into your thigh and mute the TV. “Ok, how about this – if we score first, you suck me off right here on the sofa. If we go 2-0 up, I get to fuck your ass in K’s bedroom. 3-0 and you go down on her while I take you from behind.” An hour later, with England trouncing Panama 5-0, none of us quite know what to do next…
• The woman wearing the distractingly cute dress in the row behind us at Wimbledon. Except we’re not at Wimbledon, I’m modelling for a life-drawing class in a warehouse and she keeps catching my eye throughout. She’s perfectly put together when she sits down at the start of the session, but even though she’s only sitting there with pencil in hand for a couple of hours, there’s something a little wild about her by the end of it. She comes over as I’m getting dressed and gives me her number. As everyone else leaves, I quietly lead her to a stock room at the back of the building – somehow I already know she’s going to be loud, but I don’t care, and I fuck her there anyway, using her scrunched-up drawings to muffle the screams.
• Outside somewhere (Back garden? Park? Empty field?) with another couple. It’s quiet enough that we can all sunbathe naked, and I spend a lot of time checking them out behind my dark glasses. You rub sun cream all over my back, and I can feel myself getting hard against the towel I’m lying on. At the corner of my vision, I see her taking his cock in her mouth as your hands move down to my ass. You slip a finger inside me, then pull it out and squirt more cream directly onto my hole. I hear them shuffle across to get a closer view, and feel her hand on my butt cheeks, kneading and pulling them apart. I know he’s about to fuck me, so I close my eyes and raise my ass in the air, as sweat trickles down my sun-warmed skin.
• Being forced to lose control when I’m trying desperately not to do so. Maybe I’m in the middle of another orgasm denial challenge. It’s day 12 and I’m desperate to come, but I can’t, I really can’t, till you wrap your legs round my waist and tell me to fuck you, tell me that I’m not allowed to stop till you say so, till you’ve I know I won’t be able to hold back, but I do it anyway, and you make me eat my own cum out of you afterwards, a triumphant smile on your face.
• Being someone’s first. Not first ever – no interest in that – but first something. First fuck after months without sex, and hearing that “ahhh” of relief and pleasure as she sinks down onto my cock. Someone’s first time having casual sex, or first time cheating on their partner. Their first threesome or first sex blogger or first fuck since a sexless marriage ended. The vulnerability and wonder and intensity of that kind of experience – the hotness of doing something so novel or so taboo – and the knowledge that they’ve chosen to share it with me.
• Fingering someone on public transport. An old one this, but always such a turn-on to think about. Even better if it’s slightly against her will – or done over half-hearted initial protests, at least. In a half-empty train carriage, with the guard slowly making his way towards us from the other end – she knows she has to come before he gets to us, or she won’t be allowed an orgasm for the rest of the journey, and she grinds desperately against my hand as her eyes flick constantly down the carriage. Or on the top deck of a bus, trying and failing to keep the arousal off her face – knowing that anyone glancing up from a passing car, or out from their window overlooking the bus route, will see her come.
• A note slipped under our door one day. Anonymous, but clearly written by one of our neighbours. “I’ve seen you wanking from my window – it’s really fucking hot.” Or “I’ve found your blog and now I can’t stop thinking about your cock in my cunt.” Never finding out who left it, but knowing that I could pass them in the street at any point.
• Early maternity leave in October, when it’s cooler outside and the nights are drawing in. Coming back from the office to find you already in bed, waiting for me. Letting you undress me slowly as you kneel on the mattress and I stand next to it. Fucking you on your side, or on all fours, then snoozing under the duvet afterwards, all thoughts of work long forgotten.