Masturbation Monday: Offering her neck

Chetana reached between Philip and Jayavardhini and took Jayavardhini’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

She exerted pressure then, pulled her nipples and twisted them slightly. Jayavardhini gasped again. “Yes. Yes!” She was surprised by how high and needy her own voice sounded. She spread her thighs wide and lifted them to allow him easy access as his cock inched forward, very slowly, their intimate skin sliding together, infinitely sensitive as his cock delved.

At last he’d filled her, their pelvic bones touching. Jayavardhini was moved by him, and surprised at how moved she felt. She said, “Oh fuck.”

He kissed her, their bodies pressed together as closely as they could. He smiled. “Oh fuck, indeed.” He started his slow withdrawal, moving back as excruciatingly slowly as he’d entered her. When she was worried that he might slip out he pressed forward again. Still slowly. Time had almost stopped.

Chetana pinched Jayavardhini’s nipples hard and she moaned. Philip seemed to take it as a signal to increase the pace slightly, though his cock still moved in her slowly,  unhurried still.

Jayavardhini hifted her feet from the bed, pointing her toes at the ceiling. Chetana kissed her again, then Philip lowered his head and kissed Jayadhini, too, then both of them. He slid his hands under Jayavardhini’s ass and held her firmly to him.

They sped up again, their fucking no longer slow, with more of need in their movements. Jayavardhini turned her head away, offering her neck. He bit her, then kissed. She made a noise of comfort and encouragement, and they sped up again.

Chetana held them both in her arms, as the tidal wave took Jayavardhini. It was so strong, in a way frightening, with so far to fall. She moaned when the pleasure burst, carried her and filled her.

Philip growled into her ear while she made her orgasm noises. But he said, “Good girl. My good girl.” He dropped his head again, his mouth beside her ear, and he encouraged her, still fucking, not stopping, until she came a second time, more quietly a minute later. Philip made a animal noise with Jayavardhini’s second orgasm, and held her in place while he fucked her fast and ruthless, until he came in her, gasping for more air, about a minute later.

They collapsed. Eventually Chetana said, “Darlings…”

“Oh! Sorry.” Philip still held Jayavardhini tight, and he rolled onto his side and off Chetana, who took a deep, relieved breath. Philip completed his roll, finishing on his back with Jayavardhini on him, the two of them still connected, and the three of them embraced.

Sinful Sunday: Grapes!


They’ve been a symbol of plenty, of things being happy and joyous and in profusion, throughout the art of so many cultures, for millennia.

Sometimes, as in the Graeco-Roman myth of the Cornocopia, the Horn of Plenty, they are associated with pink, conch-like tubal structures, from the hollows of which all manner off good things flow.

These grapes make me happy.


My model and collaborator is the lovely Zoe, on loan from the vast wilderness of Canada. Her choice of image, from the same session, is here. Warning: legs!



What I find particularly lovely, and particularly Indian, about this work of art, one of hundreds on the walls on the temples at Khajuraho, is the expression of happiness and pleasure on the elephant’s face. He just happened to find these two people, a woman and a priest of Shiva, I think, taking pleasure with each other. Their happiness made him happy too. 

Dante talked of the love that moved the stars and the worlds in their orbit. But I always found that thin and inadequate because he meant “divine” love, or humans wasting love on an imaginary and rather nasty entity. 

In this Indian world-view, love is between living things, where it belongs, and it unites all species and all people and all the world. 

Dawn breaks over the Ganges.

(I got up at 5.30AM to get this photo, which is not my favourite time of day, but I’m so very, very glad I did it. It was magical.)

It got even more magical a few seconds later, when the dawn was greeted with bells and chanting from this side of the river. It was other-worldly, an utterly different world. 

I can’t pretend I didn’t notice that Indian women are beautiful. I didn’t take many pictures because of consent issues, but I asked these girls if I could, since they were sharing my Ganges boat with me. 

They’re just women, I know. Not supermodels. But they affected me enough that when I took this photo I paid them a gauche compliment (“this is the most beautiful photo I’ve taken in India”) and then felt stupid immediately after. So they were good-looking enough enough to make me feel like an idiot of about 18, all over again. 

India! Yes, I’m going back.

Wicked Wednesday: Stay the night

Maddie had just asked for permission to come. Ordinarily I like to make her wait. I like her to feel the full meaning of the fact that her orgasm was under my control and not hers, and that sometimes I was prepared to be cruel.

But Maddie sat, knees high and wide, where Jennifer had been bending while I had punished her, and I was buried deep in her cunt, holding her arse tight, enjoying the fact that the position was a little awkward for her. 

I said, “No!” Just to remind her of her place. And then, only about thirty seconds later, “Yes, girl. Come for Master, now. Now!”

Maddie wailed, gasping for air, only a few seconds later, and her cunt seemed to tighten on my cock, something she used to do deliberately but that now just happened. The pleasure of it, and her enthusiasm, were too much to resist, and  her vocal noises were joined by my own.

She warbled, soprano, while I growled, baritone, making my own, lower-pitched, gruntier orgasm noises.

We held on to each other and rode that wave, eyes closed, until we were over, and only gasping. Our fuck had lasted, I estimated, a magnificent, frenzied two minutes, perhaps a little less. 

Eventually, Maddie put her hand in my hair and looked into my eyes. “I think I need to go, Master.”

I said, “After that? I don’t think I’m finished with you, Maddie girl.”

“I’m glad to hear it. But I mean I need a piss. I really have to go. Now. And… can you wait an hour? I’ve got to get clothes for tomorrow, but I’d like to come to your place tonight. Stay the night with my yummy Master in his bed. I hope you might tie me up, whip me and fuck me. A lot. I might even feed you dinner. Well, I would if you untied me for long enough.”

“I’ll feed you.”


I whacked her arse, of course. “That’s not a euphemism! I mean I’ll make dinner. But the rest of your program sounds, um, very sensible.”

Maddie squeezed back into her dress. Like most things she wore, it was tight and white. She left her panties on the floor. Perhaps she was looking for trouble.

I stood up, still naked, and she kissed me. “Gotta go, gotta go. But I’ll see you soon!”

She was out the door before I had my shirt over my shoulders. I picked up her panties and shoved them in the pocket of my jacket. Perhaps she was in trouble for that. Anyway, when she turned up at my door, we both knew she’d be in trouble for something.

Masturbation Monday: Slow and fat-cocked, taking his time

Philip said, “Good girls, both of you. Jayavardhini, I want you to roll over, onto your back, please. And Chetana, I think she’d like to be kissed a lot, by you, while I fuck her.”

Jayavardhini turned, making sure she was still partly lying on Chetana, her head resting between her breasts, and her thighs held by Chetana’s.

She said, “This is true. I don’t seem to have any limit, for being kissed.”

Philip rolled out from under Chetana’s legs. He supported himself on hands and knees about Jayavardhini, cock pointing at her cunt. Jayavardhini reached down and squeezed it in her hand. “That’s a very sincere cock.”

Philip gasped when she touched him, then smiled at her. “Sincere and single minded. You need fucking, by me. Right now. Chetana, while I fuck her, I think she’d like you to stroke her tits, and sometimes to pinch her nipples. A lot harder than you usually do.”

Jayavardhini leaned forward and kissed his cock, taking it inturned her head to kiss the inner slope of Chetana’s left breast. “This is true, too.”

Philip placed his knees between Jayavardhini’s thighs. She felt his cock pressing at her cunt, though he didn’t push forward.

His arms, holding him above her and Chetana, shook slightly as he held himself back. His face was utterly serious, utterly focussed. He lowered his head and kissed her, and when she responded hungrily he pressed forward just a little. She was ready for him. She had been since she started to pleasure Chetana and, since he’d held her over his lap, he was in a position to know that.

Chetana leaned forward and joined their kiss. Their eyes met, each of them amused by the other two and delighted to be together.

Chetana said, “Jayavardhini, you be nice to my man. Philip, you be nice to my girlfriend. Starting, oh, now, I think.”

Philip said nothing. But he pressed forward, entering slowly, sensually, while Jayavardhini’s cunt welcomed him.

She gasped, and put her hands on his shoulders. She savoured his entry, slow and fat-cocked, taking his time. Taking her time. She kissed his neck. 


Sinful Sunday: A benign Indian universe

This is a very famous image, and I’m not the first to photograph it. But this is ˆmy ˆphoto. 

It’s from the walls of a temple in Khajuraho in Madhya Pradesh, India. It was not, at the time, inappropriate to have such joyous, benign, sexual images as part of a temple. 

(The official version of Hinduism now prevalent is more sexually conservative. This is a trace of a nearly vanished past.)

Three things strike me about these. The first is the artistry. There are hundreds and hundreds of these sexual images on these temple walls, showing different positions, and each gives attention to the sinuous eroticism of the flesh, and to make sure the humanity and the affection of the various sexual groupings are apparent to the viewer. 

Second, this is a very benign, pro-love, humane universe, as depicted on these temple walls. We’re not used to finding that in religion.

The third is related to that benign worldview: a kind of human humour. The man on the left and the woman at the right of the lovers are not lovers themselves, it seems. But they are inspired by the sexuality of the scene they’re witnessing. Both the man and the woman are masturbating. Everybody is taking pleasure, as they can.

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Wicked Wednesday: Does it matter what you want?

Jennifer had just left, walking, it seemed, with her feet about six inches above the floor. Maddie looked at me, expecting orders. Expecting use. 

“All right, Maddie. Bend over, little one.” 

“Yes, Master!” Maddie was enthusiastic, and expecting pain. She liked discipline. She complied, legs apart, ass arched a little up so she was accessible, head down on the table, hands dropped, as if helplessly, over the desk’s further edge. It was too sweet an invitation to insist, so I smacked her hard, twice, getting a low murmur of appreciation, and anticipation.

But I opened the desk draw and took out her glass butt-plug. It belonged to me, and strictly speaking Maddie was property herself, and had no possessions, but that butt plug was reserved exclusively for her. It seemed I’d soon have to buy another, for Jennifer.

I spanked her again, then lubed the plug properly, slid two fingers into her anus and parted them a little, so I could pour some of the lube into that tight passage and let my fingers spread it inside her. Maddie, who wasn’t aware of the plug’s presence, said, “Oh, Master, I love it when you fuck my ass,”

But I smacked her twice more, hard. “Does what you want matter?”

 Her hair shook, frantically. That was a hot thought. “No, Master, not a bit.” 

“Then shut up. I’ll deal with that in a moment.”

I slid the plug into her, getting a little groan when her anal ring stretched around the plug’s thickest part , and a grunt, both relief from pain and another kind of satisfaction, when it it rested, the pink glass jewell pointing at me. She breathed hard for several puffs while she got used to her new occupant. 

“Now get up on the table. Heels on the edge of the desk. Now lean back. Don’t let your ass touch the bed till I say. Hands on the desk, holding yourself up.”

Maddie grunted, and complied. It was, in seemed, hard on the stomach muscles. But I said, “I don’t want to hear from you about what you want, girl.”

I smacked the under slope of her left breast, then the right. Then I smacked her face, left, then right. Maddie only looked at me, desperation in her eyes, wondering what I intended. I tried not to smile at her, but I couldn’t help it, though it reduced the tension. But she was such a good girl.

I took a handful of her hair. “When I’m giving you orders, do I need commentary from you?”

Then was a brief silence. I guessed that she wanted to beg to be punished, but she wasn’t sure if that would count as “commentary”.

She said, “No, Master. Sorry, Master.”

 “Right. Push your cunt forward, so it’s right between your ankles. Knees as far apart as they’ll go. If you your ass so much as touches the table without my permission, it’ll be a very sorry ass. Understood?”

“Master!” She meant she understood what I was telling her to do. Obeying that instruction was hard, but she managed. I tore my shirt off and dropped my pants. There were a few seconds for the condom, and then I touched her, the head of my cock touching the soft and sweetly wet folds on her cunt. Maddie made a sound that was like a sob, but wasn’t one. It was relief.

I said, “Push, little one,” and we moved together. The softness of cunt, it occurred to me, needs the hardness of cock, at least in certain moods, and her need for the harshness of my manner was something similar. It answered a need in her.

At last, because I knew she couldn’t manage much longer, I said, “You can let your ass touch the table now.”

“Oohh.” That was a relief. A few seconds later Maddie looked up, always amazed at something she found in me in these moments. Well, she amazed me. She said, “Ma- Master, please may I come?”


Masturbation Monday: The orgasmic arch

Philip laughed. He wasn’t mocking her, as she was mocking him. He was just happy. He pulled her a little higher in the bed, so her face was in kissing range of Chetana’s cunt. He shuffled with her, so he still had his thighs under, positioning her bottom up and posed. Chetana put her hand on the back of Jayavardhini’s head, then took her ears. “Come on, little one.”

Jayavardhini wriggled her arms out of Philip’s grip and brought them forward to slide under Chetana’s ass. She lowered her head and touched her tongue to Chetana’s cunt, just touching her lips. Then she took her tongue away, so that Chetana opened her mouth and let her head fall back, and then pressed forward, tongue touching her lover again. 

Jayavardhini smiled when Chetana gasped, and Philip’s hand landed on her bottom, again. This was a good game: she was pleasing Chetana, her lover, and Philip, who she expected to call her lover soon. And in her apparent submission she was the centre of attention in that bed, and she held more than her share of the power.

Chetana sighed, pleasured, and Jayavardhini rewarded her, licking along the outside of her cunt, from bottom to top. Then she pressed her tongue a little harder, opening her lover and tasting her. She could taste Philip too, it seemed. She supposed she’d have to get used to thinking of Chetana as one of her lovers. Plural.

Philip had his hand on her ass, squeezing firmly where he’d smacked. He smacked her twice, left side then right, his hand hard. And good. She lost her rhythm with Chetana, but gained in passion. He set up his own rhythm now, spanking her slow and long, the impacts but not getting harder, nor faster. She was being taken on a ride.

Chetana, under her mouth, was wet and soft, a surrender of a different kind. She kissed Chetana’s cunt, wanting her to feel her love as well as her desire to please her, then licked her sweet, opened flesh, moving a little faster.

She felt Philip’s hand on her ass, hurting her in the knowledge that that she would turn any pain he gave her into sex. Chetana gasped again, under her tongue. Philip smacked Jayavardhini’s ass a little harder, and then again. She surrendered her body and part of her soul to him, letting him do what he wanted, trusting that she would love it whatever it might be.

Chetana leaned back, caressing Jayavardhini’s face with her thighs, as she worked. Philip increased the speed, though not the severity of her spanking. He must be watching the two of them; she could feel his erection pushing into her hip.

She knew that if she were not so aroused, his spanking would be hurting by now. He was spanking her smartly, the way he might if he ever intended to punish her, and she let him. But the blows brought her no pain. Only a long, continuous wave of lust.

Her fingers tightened on Chetana’s muscular buttocks, digging into her flesh, intending to hurt her. Chetana gasped in response, then stayed vocal, cooing her pleasure. She was going to come soon.

Jayavardhini focussed her tonguing on her lover’s clitoris, pulling her right hand from under Chetana’s ass to insert two fingers into her cunt. They entered easily; Chetana was so soft, so wet. Jayavardhini pushed those fingers upwards, and pressed and lapped her harder with her tongue.

Philip was landing his hand on her ass hard and fast now, and the rhythm was right for Jayavardhini to stay with it as she face-fucked Chetana. She increased the pressure on Chetana’s clitoris, and felt her tense suddenly. Chetana’s back arched, so Jayavardhini had to follow as her bottom lifted from the bed. Chetana screamed, her pleasure sounding like the darkest grief, as if she were being tortured.

Jayavardhini kissed her cunt and said, “Ooh, my love.”

But Philip’s hand landed again on her ass, much harder than before, and she yelped. The sound of his slap echoed in the cabin, and he growled, “Don’t you dare stop.” Jayavardhini returned to her task, tonguing Chetana, and slipped two fingers into her ass. Chetana screamed again, then her head fell back and her body slipped forward, relaxed. Jayavardhini kissed her navel, then the ribs between her breasts.

Chetana opened her eyes at last and stretched, then wrapped her legs round Jayavardhini and held her hair in her hands. “Thank you. Thank you, both of you. I love you. Both of you.”

Sinful Sunday: The Choice (in honour of the Khajuraho artists)

The slavegirl is ready. I’m ready too.

But when you’ve turned a bad girl back into a good girl, and you both want to celebrate that alchemical transformation, the master faces a choice. Both options are wonderful. Still, it’s worth a moment’s pause, for consideration. (Then some more pause, while he reaches for the lube.)

This, by the way, is the first appearance of my penis, or part thereof, in this blog.