I have an erection. It’s important that you know this, and it’s important that I get that out of the way, because, with subject matter such as this I no doubt will be tempted to slip that in several times. For, you see, I have been rude and doing an injustice, not just to you, my readers, but to the site, Just-Kinky. You may be asking yourself, ‘What the hell are you talking about, Saucy Man?’ Well, I’m going to tell you, not just because I’m rapidly running out of things to say, but because I’m an exhibitionist. (Okay, I know that has no bearing on it, but since I already said I have an erection I needed to slip in something else!) And because that is so important I feel I must bare my – EDIT by Jules: JV: they do not want to see your jiggly bits.
EDIT by JV: Well, they might want to…
EDIT by Jules: I’ve seen your jiggly bits, they look like a deformed turnip, so I know they won’t want to see them, either, hell, if I could erase my memory of that scary evening I would *JV looks down and says, ‘she’s not wrong’*. I’m saving the readers valuable money, saving them from spending it on countless hours of therapy. Now they can spend it on useful things, instead. Like dirty films, or insertable toys. Because I’m kind that way. *JV mutters something unintelligible and starts to unbutton shirt, at which point Jules handcuffs JV’s hands to the chair*
I’m back! Don’t think a little thing like being handcuffed to a chair will stop me! I’ll just type with my tongue instead. Hours of practice licking and whatnot has to be good for something. Of course, that then begs the question of what exactly is that taste on my keyboard? I dare not think about it.
Jules is glaring at me to stay on topic *Winks at Jules*. Such glances usually would be in vain, but this blog is something very dear, very close to my heart. And when I say heart, I, of course, mean my penis. For in these first few weeks I have concentrated, first on Angie, the queen of comedy, the Joker in the JK card deck; and I have talked about Hallowe’en, having fun in the Chat; Woman and her epic bi-athlon and tri-anything period; as well as a little erotic Christmas writing competition. I don’t know if you’re aware…?
But now I wish to make a little blog about one of my favourite threads on the JK Forums, the very heart of the site. Or maybe not the heart. No. Its heart is its members, and I am the slightly larger testicle that us men like to fondle on occasion. But it is with that region in mind that I talk about today. There is a thread, the most wonderful of threads, which bears the title of this here blog. Members share with each other exactly what kinky thought that is driving them wild with passion and morbidly kinky with lust, but I will let a quote from the founder of the thread, Aphrodite, to say it in her own words:
We all have them, those ever so scumptious kinky thoughts, whether it is while stuck in traffic on the motorway, or sitting in the Bosses office totally bored by the latest demands being made or cooking the family dinner our minds wander. So why not share some of those kinky thoughts with us all here.
And she does. Many times. Personally, I do not, not because I think it is beneath me, or because I’m not so inclined, but because they write so well, and I, as inexperienced as I am, cannot compete! EDIT by Woman:
(Woman chuckles thinking that said complete thinking that Saucy Man cannot complete one task of writing some thoughts before getting distracted by his erection, then a vicious cycle. He must play. Then type some. Then play again!!!!! LOL!!!!)
But fear not, my horny readers, for I shall endeavour to, right here, in this blog.
Opening the door with a numb hand, I was greeted like an old friend embracing me by a burst of warm air. It felt wonderful to be out of the cold, a contented smile crossing my lips. I closed the door and took off my jacket and shoes and went in search for the source of my contentment. In the lounge, I found not only a blazing fire, but the woman who sets my pulse racing at the mere mention of her name. Sitting on the sofa, lost in her current book, which I’m not surprised to see is an erotic story. Leaning over to kiss her, she jumps as our lips meet, taken completely by surprise by my sudden appearance.
Exchanging brief words of love and talking about our days, I took a seat and sidled up beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Knowing her as I did, I asked her what she was reading. And, as expected, she refused to talk about it; she always preferred to stay in the little world of whatever book she was reading on her own, and rarely talked about them. It was an odd quirk, but one I wanted to take advantage of. Pretending to leave her be by watching the television, she once again lost herself to the written word, but after a few minutes my hand that had become so comfortable on her shoulder started to creep downwards over her body. Fingertips drifted over her chest, to the valley between her breasts, rising up over flesh and cotton to find her hardened nipple. She gasped almost inaudibly, her eyes flashing wide and a slight smile coming to her lips.
I half expected her to tell me to stop, but she kept silent, her eyes darting quick over the paper. My other hand came up to rest on her knee. Squeezing slightly, it caressed up her thigh until, in no time at all it seemed, it had arrived between her legs, which parted eagerly. I asked her to read to me. She refused, and so I tweaked her nipple ever so slightly. Moving my hand up, over and under the waistband of her jeans, my hand plunged to her already wet pussy. Her hips jerked suddenly but she didn’t tell me to stop. Instead, her lips moved, a sigh turned in to words: he spread her legs wide and pulled her to him, onto him, thrusting himself into her with a moan of excitement. He buried himself deep.
My hand roamed over her lower lips, darting inside her, just a little, before coming at, searching for her pulsing nub. She gasped again, and my hand tweaked her nipple again. I told her if she faltered I would tweak her nipples, each time increasing in pressure. Looking into her warm hazel eyes I saw, what, I wonder? Irritation? Perhaps. But I saw passion, lust, and I knew I wasn’t pushing her limits, and as she nodded I swiped a finger over her clit.
Her hips bucked but her words flew out steadily, with only a slight tremble in her voice. She told me how the man took the woman’s nipple in his mouth and bit as he thrust into her with his engorged member faster and faster, and my hand mimicked the tempo, rubbing her clit faster and faster, drawing circles around it. Her voice faltered again and I tweaked her nipple, the pain I knew heightened her pleasure. Taken with a sudden overwhelming urge to taste her, I stopped and pulled down her trousers and soaked knickers.
My tongue found her nub easily, and it stroked it gently, revelling in the taste of her. Her hips began to buck, and her voice became more shaky, but she somehow managed to speak. My tongue traced letters over her, forming the words she had just spoken. My fingers stroking her lips until they, too found her entrance and, again, slid inside her. I felt her body clamp over my fingers and heard her gasp aloud at the new sensation, and I tweaked her nipple again. A hand rested on my head, holding me close to her, her legs came up over my shoulders, urging me deeper into her, and I happily obliged.
She started speaking, speaking of how the woman reached her peak, of how the man turned her and whispered sweet words into her ears, all the while filling her, pumping into her. I groaned, the vibrations filling her pussy. My fingers curled inside her and I felt her clamp around me again, and then again. Her words faltered but I knew she was close and I couldn’t begrudge her her climax. I wanted her climax, I wanted her pleasure, to cry out my name, and she did. When she came, she came hard, already wet from the erotic story, my ministrations were just the outlet she needed, and her body bucked and shuddered, clamping shut around my fingers, her lips forming my name, as well as letting out groans and sighs of pleasure.
Standing up and leaning over her, I kissed her on the lips. She tasted herself as our tongues intertwined. After a long moment, we parted; sitting down beside her once again, I asked her what she had planned for the rest of the evening. She looked at me, her face flush from orgasm, her breathing shallow, but her eyes burned with desire as she said, ‘a reenactment.’ She took my hand and let me to her bedroom.
Sorry, I’m back again. I had to, erm, change a… a… change a… light bulb! Did you know that, in my recent stay in hospital, I had to get changed for surgery, and I did so in this little cubicle with curtains to hide my privacy. I changed, glancing every so often at the closed curtains to see if a gap had emerged in which others could see my naked form. None presented itself, but afterwards, as I sat there in my hospital gown, I turned around to look out the window. The window I had completely forgotten was there. There window that was opposite pediatrics. F***!
On to our next kinky thought. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it short.
Sitting there, on the sofa, I fondled myself underneath my jeans as I watched the television. On it played a video I had shot the night before. It showed an exotic woman. She lay next to video-me, kissing me, exploring each facet of my body with her tongue, before she got up and stood above me, she lowered herself onto me, straddling my waist. Her hips bounced up and down, back and forth, as my present hand pumped my hard self as my other hand grasped at the sofa back. The door behind me swung open and I heard her call out to me. I didn’t answer. She called again and I turned up the television, the sounds of last night’s love-making permeating to the room next door.
She came in, seeking out the source of the sound, and stopped dead in her tracks. I smiled, but I did not turn around to gaze at her. It was a risk, I knew. I was a guest in her house, we had no overt sexual relationship, but I knew her to be, like me, eternally turned on. She could have yelled at me to go and do it in private, or worse throw me out, but she didn’t. Instead she came over, her gait slow and I knew her to be taking off excess clothing. She sat down next to me and still I didn’t acknowledge her, at least gave no outward appearance of such, instead preferring to fondle myself. After only a few moments I heard her gasp. My eyes glanced over the TV set to the portrait behind it, the one I had moved slightly so that the glass gave me a good reflection of the sofa, and I saw her hand slide up her dress, and underneath to bury itself between her thighs.
Already I could smell the scent of her sex in the air, I saw her recline into the sofa, her gaze steady on the television screen. I risked a glance at her, and her gaze remained firmly to the front of us. I saw her hand jerk underneath her dress, and I imagined her teasing her lips, rubbing at her clit. My breathing came shallow, ragged, as my hand rubbed faster, my eyes not leaving her body.
I wonder if she knew that I had wanted this for so long, had planned this, had waited, looking out the window to see her taxi arrive on the street below, and upon seeing her striking form, hurried to insert the recording disc and fast forward to a moment some time in so that she’d think I had started a while ago and simply lost track of time, and I wonder if she knew that I wasn’t after my own pleasure, but that I wanted to share in hers?
I felt my toes tingle at the thought, the sensation quickly racing up my spine, to my head, before retracing its steps to pool in my groin, where it built to near uncomfortable levels. I groaned loud as my orgasm swept through me, my hand grasped hard at the back of the sofa, my eyes closed briefly, my back arched and my head lolling back upon the cushion.
As I lay there panting, I heard her groaning, too. I knew her to be unable to hold in her groans when she played with herself, and I was thankful for it. I watched as her hands hid themselves underneath her dress, but I knew one to be thrusting deep into her with the toy she kept close by her at all times, while her other hand rubbing pretty little patterns over her clit.
Her scent hung heavy and heady in the air, and her groans became louder, her own back arched and her body shuddered as she came, her eyes finally finding mine. The pace of her hands slowed, her body at rest, and after some time she spoke. ‘I knew you would do this.’
I felt confusion come over me, replacing the warm feeling in my stomach. ‘You did?’ I asked, thinking almost exactly the same words in my head.
‘Of course. Why do you think I gave you my camcorder?’
My mouth slackened, thinking that I should have known better than to play her. Instead of exploding, I smiled and said, ‘Mastermind.’
She paused, a smile forming on her lips too before she corrected me, ‘ That’s Puppetmaster to you.’
Hmm. I like my thoughts. I think I shall go play with my thoughts a little bit.
But the question here is, what are your thoughts? I had an idea, a wonder, wondering if I included a few saucy samples, would you be able to tell what members wrote them? Kind of like a mini competition!
1) Everytime I get into the elevator at work I envision being pinned against the wall, having my partner lift one of my legs and fucking me right then and there.
2) kinky thought for the day ? Forced masturbation – I was just out of the shower, towel wrapped around me – the mrs walked in already dressed, to do her teeth – she slid my towel down and playfully wrapped her hand around my shaft, before letting go.
3) I’d let him watch while I play, while I tear open my blouse to get to my nipples to pinch them, and to twist them. He’d watch my fingers thrust deep, he’d watch my knees part wider so he can have a better view. In between my gasps and my moans, I’d tell him how much I’d want him to puch my over the desk then just plunge his cock deep. To not worry about anything but just taking what he wants.
4) a certain someone bending me over my desk….his back pressed against mine his hands pinning mine on the desk …..his huge hard cock slipping between me……really its gonna be an interesting day!!!!!
Answers on a kinky postcard!