Over the last few years, I’ve published a series of posts called ’24 Hours’, where I pull together various fantasies I’ve been having at the time. There’s no rhyme or reason to when I decide to sit down and write a new entry, though (unsurprisingly) they do all tend to appear at times when I’m feeling particularly horny.
They also serve as a bit of a personal sexual barometer – it’s nice to be able to check in with myself every now and then, and to break down a few of the things that have been turning me on. While it’s not a perfect measure of mental health, I’m always at least somewhat reassured when my libido kicks into a higher gear, as I’ve found it often goes hand-in-hand with inner peace/happiness and can help me to turn thoughts and ideas into solid creative output.
It remains to be seen whether that’s true this time. For now, I hope you enjoy the 2020 edition of ’24 Hours’ as much as I enjoyed writing it…
1. Finger bruises on soft skin. Specifically a nice round ass, perfect for grabbing roughly while you ride my cock, or as a means of holding you in place so I can jerk off over it. Your thighs too, a great big thumbprint visible on the inside of each one afterwards, where I’ve pulled them apart so I can suck your clit. Cane stripes are pretty and there’s something very obviously satisfying about a big patch of red on a pale butt cheek, like a country drawn on a map, after some heavy spanking, but I love the subtlety, the precision, the understated filth of finger marks scattered over otherwise pristine limbs.
2. This Eroticon session, but instead it’s ‘Crafting with Cum’. Four or five of us lined up naked in front of an expectant and eager group, our cocks already in varying states of hardness. We have to work quickly – the class needs raw material, after all, and lots of it. Two guys suck each other off, their dicks glistening with spit whenever they pause to pump their hands up and down them. One masturbates on his knees, his thick, twitching cock drawing appreciative gasps from the audience whenever it looks like it’s about to spurt. I’m restrained on all fours in front of a mechanical fucking machine, my cock held firmly above a sample cup. Someone lubes up my ass, and then it’s inside me, thrusting back and forth as I feel myself start to fill the cup, involuntarily and uncontrollably.
One round each isn’t nearly enough to provide the whole class with enough cum, so almost as soon as we’ve all finished, the instructions start coming from every direction. “Get yourself hard again,” “that’s it, suck his dick, take it nice and deep,” “rub it for us, slut – come on, faster”. Two of them take turns to use my mouth; when they come, I spit it into a cup, to be passed over to anyone who needs fresh supplies.
The class goes on past its allotted end time. We only get to leave when we’re completely dry, our cocks red and sore. All in the name of great art.
3. WFH with another freelancer, squirrelled away in her office. The slow and unmistakeable return of sexual tension that we’ve previously acknowledged and reluctantly put aside. The smirk I can see on her lips, even though she has her back to me, as she plays with her hair and pauses every now and then to arch her back theatrically. I’m no less guilty: I’m aware that my voice drops half an octave below its usual register whenever I speak, and I’m stretched out on her sofa in a way that would make it very easy for her to straddle my thighs and push my t-shirt up over my head. Every few minutes I have to shift in my seat or tug at my jeans to make room for my cock, which is in a permanent state of throbbing semi-hardness.
It’s a high-stakes game of ‘Who’ll Crack First’, and because I know she’ll get off on winning, I finally push myself up from the couch and walk over to stand behind her. I massage her shoulders and kiss the side of her neck, till she spins round in her chair and presses her lips to the exposed patch of skin under the hem of my t-shirt, just above my belt. Within minutes, she’s bent over her desk, jeans and knickers yanked down to her ankles, and I’m desperately trying not to come as she clenches hard around my cock.
4. A hand job from a total stranger, somewhere public. No talking, no preamble, just a mutual recognition that for whatever reason we both want her hand on my cock. It’s a dark nightclub and she’s standing in front of me, or a deserted train station platform and she comes to sit on the same bench. Maybe it’s the train itself, or a late-night coach trip with half the passengers dozing in their seats and her jerking me off in the darkness, using her spit as lube. She presses my cock up against my stomach as I come, till my skin is coated with it and I can feel the line of hair down from my chest is starting to mat in places. She takes out a wet wipe or a small bottle of Purell to clean her hands, then wanders off or moves to a different seat, leaving me to smear the jizz all over myself before covering up.
5. Your face when we play with other people. How much it turns me on to see how turned-on you are. Maybe another sex party some time this year. One where we make a connection with someone nice and early – casual chat over a drink that acquires an edge when we realise we’re all up for playing together. He catches on to the vibe pretty quickly: he and I are going to call the shots, and you? You’re just going to sit back and enjoy the show. Or the ride. Or both. In my head, he’s calm and measured, but friendly. Open, easy smile. Someone you warm to instantly.
We make you sit and watch while I take his cock in my mouth. I suck the head and slide my lips down toward the base, listening for the sharp breath you let out every now and then when you realise how long you’ve been holding it. “Fuck, that’s so hot”, you whisper, and I tell you to take over while I go down on you. I let him fuck you first, on your knees, your head in my lap and my fingers in your hair as he lubes up his thick cock and pushes it inside you. I briefly consider DP, but that doesn’t feel like it fits with the vibe, so after you’ve come around his cock and the hair at the nape of your neck is damp with sweat, I let you collapse onto the bed and start sucking him off again. He comes messily on my face as you rub your clit and laugh in delight, then you both watch me finish off over your tits, his fingers inside you, unable to get enough of how responsive you are when you’re that aroused.
6. All the different ways my next orgasm denial challenge could end:
- Another private show, only this time there’s a twist – someone I didn’t expect to be there; or someone giving instructions and offering toys for me to use; or maybe just lots of hands on my body, everywhere except my cock, and as I’m getting close a cunt grinding down onto my face, muffling my groans and making it impossible to see the people watching me come.
- The night before the scheduled date and we’re in bed together. She’s grinding back onto my cock, just rubbing her cunt over the tip as I tense my thighs and try to think of anything except how badly I want to come. Rolling onto her front, she pushes her ass in the air and looks back over her shoulder. “Fuck me,” she says, so I oblige, carefully controlling each stroke so I don’t get carried away. “Fuck my ass,” she says, and I can see the danger signs, but I lube it up and slide my cock inside, gasping at the extra tightness. Just as I’m teetering too close to the edge, she takes the dildo she’d hidden under the pillow and slides it into her cunt. She’s so full that her ass grips my cock even harder and suddenly I can’t hold back. She grins at me as I pump every drop of it deep inside her.
- Fuckbuddy roulette. Each one gets five minutes to make me come, however they most want to do it. A hot, highly-skilled mouth working the head, her hand reaching round to grip my ass and encourage me to thrust. Legs that wrap round my waist and pull me deeper, their weight pushed down through the hips and pelvis to create that fucking irresistible resistance each time I drag my cock back and forth along the front wall of their cunt. A foxy tag-team effort, pinned on one person’s strap-on while the other holds my cock in their throat, then pulls it out to smear the head all over their face. Doggy, deep and hard – “fuck me and don’t you dare fucking stop”, then her head thrown back and her face red as I set my jaw and try to ride out each orgasm that forces her cunt to squeeze me even tighter.
7. Anal. Fuck yes, anal. Ever since this post, I’ve been reminded how good it feels to squeeze my cock inside your ass, an inch at a time. A hot hotel room liaison only made things worse: DP with a Godemiche Adam in her cunt and my dick in her ass? Yes please. Now my mind drifts back to it every now and then, a simple core concept that I can take in all sort of interesting directions. It’s not just giving though. I’ve started rooting through our toy drawer again. Trying out butt plugs. Sticking a thick dildo to a chair and sitting down on it slowly, waiting for the moment when it stretches me open enough to slide in with ease.
I grind onto it and think about pushing back onto a double-headed toy, as another guy does the same thing on the opposite end; we inch towards each other while his partner issues instructions and plays with our cocks. I’m the guest star, or maybe the plaything she’s always wanted to see him use. “Pull those cheeks apart,” she tells me, lubing up his cock and curling her fingers round the base to hold it steady as I lower myself onto it. Or maybe I’m on all fours and she’s twisting her fingers in my hair and tugging gently, her other hand cupping my jaw, waiting for him to jam it in and start thrusting. Waiting for my face to change as I realise just how big he is and how deep I’m going to get fucked.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to go and lie down…