numeniusa's boudoir

[DarkSimian]

Last day in the sunshine tomorrow. I suppose that means it will be time to take the 'after' picture

I can't wait to see them. And apply aloe if necessary

 

[numeniusa]

I can't wait to see them. And apply aloe if necessary

I did bring some aloe-based aftersun stuff with me. It's awful! One day last week I'd had perhaps slightly more sun that I should, and applied some for the cooling effect. And it was cooling, but then it sort of dried into a carapace Honestly, I could practically hear my shoulders cracking during dinner

 

[tnman03]

Why thank you I think I'm always more ravenous when I'm on holiday. Something about all that being relaxed and rested, and having no pressing need to do anything much at all, really. When your brain is free, your body can follow.

A bit of pure wantonness is a lovely thing to feel, I must say.. Here's a question - can men feel wanton?

Good question Numi. I believe that we'd rather refer to is as uninhibited or primal, wantonness just feels more appropriate in referring a beautiful woman unleashing her sexuality.

 

[numeniusa]

Good question Numi. I believe that we'd rather refer to is as uninhibited or primal, wantonness just feels more appropriate in referring a beautiful woman unleashing her sexuality.

Primal is good, I like primal.

I suppose wanton has a slight implication of 'letting go', maybe? That the unleashing is of something formerly kept hidden, or controlled, but now it's just too strong to be resisted?

 

[tnman03]

Primal is good, I like primal.

I suppose wanton has a slight implication of 'letting go', maybe? That the unleashing is of something formerly kept hidden, or controlled, but now it's just too strong to be resisted?

I agree, there are many forms of passion, especially so with making love to a cherished partner. But sometimes the chemistry catalyzes boiling over into an eruption of unprecedented emotions. All of those endorphins come together and everything is pure abandonment reaching for a higher release.

 

[ydahecnot]

Oh, I see...

Ahem. You only had it for the stories, then?

Well, no, but mainly.

And, spa...o never mind

 

[hairball18]

On the roof terrace

We quickly realised when we were shown around our room in the beautiful Italian hotel that the roof terrace outside the window of the mezzanine bedroom was very private. Higher than almost everything around it (because, well, it's on the roof!), it was only overlooked by a couple of apartment balconies in the building across the road, and there never seemed to be anyone there. There was a light, but we wouldn't really need to switch that on even if it were dark. There were a couple of single sun loungers, a couple of umbrellas, and a double sun lounger with a comfortable white cushion, complete with pillows.

We tried it all out on a couple of afternoons, setting the loungers to face the sun and basking utterly naked in the sunshine. In the later afternoon it was gorgeous, not too hot, and with a light breeze to caress the parts the sun doesn't usually reach, with teasing fingers of warmth. It was a little arousing just being up there naked, the frisson of 'what if someone spots me?', of course, but also just the physical sensations. I lay back with my knees up, legs slightly apart, and I loved the feeling of the sun on my pussy lips. I opened them experimentally at one point with one hand, curious to see what it might be like to feel the sun on my inner labia. Lovely, intimate, sort of warmly probing. Mmmm.

The main attraction of the terrace's privacy, though, of course, was the possibility of an outdoor fuck under the stars. We were both thinking it as soon as we were shown the terrace, I could see it in his eyes So on the appointed night, after a small but lovely dinner at the harbour side, accompanied by an extraordinary soundtrack of breathy, female 'bossa nova'-style renditions of classics including "Blame it on the Boogie', 'Every Breath you Take' and Pink Floyd's 'Time', we wandered back to the hotel. It was time.

We'd bought a bottle of the local liqueur after tasting it in a shop, one of those flavours that work perfectly in their native environment, but should Never Be Taken Home. We took a couple of glasses of it out onto the terrace, along with robes (just in case) and a jar of coconut oil. You were right, Doctor Liz, it's really rather fabulous stuff, isn't it! . We lay naked, sipping the liqueur and trying to identify the stars. It was a clear night, a silvery sliver of moon, Jupiter rising to its left, my man rising to my right .

There's something about simply lying naked with another appropriate human that's sexy. And when it's one you know can play your body like an instrument, and is definitely about to make it sing, there's a feeling of anticipation that's quite exquisite. No need to rush, we're both well-rested, relaxed, untroubled by any of the usual rigours of normal life.

And so it begins.

We stroke each other's skin to begin with, enjoying the sensations of warm hands on flesh cooled by the light evening breeze. Hands do have a tendency to wander, though, and before long I'm reaching for his cock. It's hot, hard, the skin smooth, stretched taught over his already full erection. It's very dark up here, but I know without looking, and without feeling right down to the base that he's not wearing steel. There's less veining, the head is less 'pumped'. It wasn't his intention not to put on his ring, he says, but it's waaaaay too late now! It's a pleasant variety, though, to feel him in his natural, unadorned state. I tasted him only this morning, but I know I shall be unable to resist doing it again.

He reaches for a little coconut oil, and uses it to stroke my clit very gently. We're new to this incredible substance, and still rather marvel at how it melts instantly on contact with warm human skin. It's a lovely sliding sensation, a lovely natural lube, and not overly scented. I smile slightly, remembering us choosing the organic, extra virgin jar in the supermarket.

He pushes me more urgently back onto the lounger, and buries his face between my legs. It's an instantly effective technique, and I'm moaning quietly in seconds at the feeling of his tongue, probing and flicking. Quietly to start with, at least, I'm aware there are balconies below ours, and they would be able to hear us in full cry, as it were, if there were people sitting out on them. But then he starts drawing my clit into his mouth and sucking, and I'm lost, I'm not even sure which way is up, let alone how loud I am. I do remember, I think, at the point of orgasm, not to yell too loud at the stars.

He lies back, and I know if I could see his face more clearly, it would have a satisfied grin on it. I'm satisfied too. But not satiated

I run my fingers gently over his shaft, and I remind him to look at the stars. It's all about the outside, this fuck, about the night sky, the cool breeze, the barely visible outline of the minor volcanic peak on the horizon, and I want us both to remember those aspects, as well as the physical joys. He looks up, and I dip my head to his cock, just a light touch with the tip of my tongue to begin with, trailing the frenulum, which always drives him mad. I slip my lips gently over his head, not sucking, not even holding him very firmly in my mouth, just a foretaste. And a taste of precum for me...

One of the things I love about sucking him is that moment when he is unable to resist, and thrusts into my mouth, like his body has taken over and is doing what it is primally programmed to do. Sometimes he holds my head at this point, sometimes he grasps my hair and thrusts again and again. I know to keep very still, too much at this point and it's all over, but his control is extraordinary, and at least partially so, I think, because he doesn't want to miss out on the chance to fuck my pussy after my mouth. After his thrusting subsides, I can take over again, and we trade back and forth like this for a while until he's thoroughly wound like a clock spring. He growls, and then holds me down while he pushes his cock in one long thrust into me.

I'm very ready. I shift about until I find a position which has him deep, really deep in me. I feel like I'm pulling him in, like I can't get enough of him, don't want to be anything more that the hot, wet, sheath around his beautiful shaft. My turn to feel the primal programming. He's pounding me hard, my legs are bent up to get all of that length absolutely as far inside me as I can take, it's like I'm devouring him.

It's all a bit hazy from there, if I'm honest. I think I brought my hand down to masturbate while he fucked me. I'm fairly sure I was louder than was advisable when I came, and I'm certain that he was. But it was a beautiful, elemental experience, lost in lust in the cool of the late evening.

I have never used coconut oil as a lube. They say it is good for everything. I just might get the wife to crack open the jar.

 

[papadoc19]

Can you imagine the auditions?

I can...over and over again

 

[LucyCanyon]

Why thank you I think I'm always more ravenous when I'm on holiday. Something about all that being relaxed and rested, and having no pressing need to do anything much at all, really. When your brain is free, your body can follow.

A bit of pure wantonness is a lovely thing to feel, I must say.. Here's a question - can men feel wanton?

Greetings Numi, welcome to the rain soaked wonderland that is Yorkshire in June! Sounds like you had more wanton fun than I managed on a brief trip to France, sad for me to admits.

Now to your question - can me feel wanton?? Well, I believe anyone can feel, be and revel in wanton feelings. My dictionary has a number of definitions, but the first is licentious or immoral and the second is without motive, provocation or justification (as in wanton destruction). I prefer the first!! So can men feel immoral and licentious... well, I leave that to your followers and your hubby, but from what I read there was a lot of wanton behaviour on both sides whilst on holiday!!

 

[papadoc19]

Hope you are having a lovely weekend, Numi

 

[numeniusa]

I agree, there are many forms of passion, especially so with making love to a cherished partner. But sometimes the chemistry catalyzes boiling over into an eruption of unprecedented emotions. All of those endorphins come together and everything is pure abandonment reaching for a higher release.

I tried to identify some of the different types of passion once, here. I found it an interesting exercise

Here's a thing, though. I never think of it as 'making love', or use that phrase. I don't think I ever have. I really like the use of 'fuck' in that context. And partly that's just because it's such a great word to say. And partly it's a wanton thing.

And also I really like the look in the eyes when I say "I want to to fuck you."

 

[numeniusa]

Well, no, but mainly.

And, spa...o never mind

My cheeks are getting pink

 

[lowphat]

I tried to identify some of the different types of passion once, here. I found it an interesting exercise

Here's a thing, though. I never think of it as 'making love', or use that phrase. I don't think I ever have. I really like the use of 'fuck' in that context. And partly that's just because it's such a great word to say. And partly it's a wanton thing.


And also I really like the look in the eyes when I say "I want to to fuck you."

I agree whole heartedly with that statement. I know I'm making love to my wife, but I never call it that. I might have on our honeymoon, but that was a long time ago.

 

[numeniusa]

I have never used coconut oil as a lube. They say it is good for everything. I just might get the wife to crack open the jar.

Oh yes! Do give it a try, it's fantastic stuff. I saw it in a health food shop, I'd heard of it, but I was confused because it was solid, in a jar

Then I thought, ooh, I know someone I can ask, Lit's own Doctor Liz:

Well Numi, I'm glad you asked

Coconut oil is something I actually know quite a bit about.

It is solid. But it responds to heat very, very well.

The really nice thing about it too is that it smells orgasmic and it's just as slippery but not as sticky as honey.

OMG, yum I promise!

Doctor "Coconut Oi? Cool. Whatever You Like" Liz

Thank you, Doctor

I might buy some for my upcoming holiday, in that case. Less likely to leak in my suitcase if it's in 'dormant' form I do love the smell of coconut. And the taste

I must pop into her surgery and leave her a little gift

 

[numeniusa]

I can...over and over again

I wonder if there's a porn version of the 'Got Talent' shows....

Hope you are having a lovely weekend, Numi

I was travelling home all day Saturday. Lovely to be home, but the more than ten degree (C) drop in temperature was a bit of a shock!

Did you have a relaxing weekend, papadoc?

 

[numeniusa]

I agree whole heartedly with that statement. I know I'm making love to my wife, but I never call it that. I might have on our honeymoon, but that was a long time ago.

Hey, low!

Sometimes we might say 'play', which I also like, because it encapsulates the fun, pleasurable aspect of sex.

But if it's a good pounding I'm after, then that's definitely a fuck...

 

[numeniusa]

Greetings Numi, welcome to the rain soaked wonderland that is Yorkshire in June! Sounds like you had more wanton fun than I managed on a brief trip to France, sad for me to admits.

Now to your question - can me feel wanton?? Well, I believe anyone can feel, be and revel in wanton feelings. My dictionary has a number of definitions, but the first is licentious or immoral and the second is without motive, provocation or justification (as in wanton destruction). I prefer the first!! So can men feel immoral and licentious... well, I leave that to your followers and your hubby, but from what I read there was a lot of wanton behaviour on both sides whilst on holiday!!

Lucy! Welcome back!

I looked up some definitions too, 'sexually promiscuous' was one, but I don't feel that quite covers a more modern, positive use of the word As you said, feelings of wantonness are something to revel in, what a great way to put it.

France, eh? *sigh* Croissants, steak frites, extraordinary wine. And of course, they invented the blow job, after all

 

[numeniusa]

@DarkSimian

I haven't forgotten about the 'before and after' pictures. I have the, er, material , and I'm going to do a side-by-side edit, but I'm off to Belgium for work today for the rest of the week (and was frantically preparing yesterday after two weeks off ), so you'll have to be patient with me

 

[LucyCanyon]

Lucy! Welcome back!

I looked up some definitions too, 'sexually promiscuous' was one, but I don't feel that quite covers a more modern, positive use of the word As you said, feelings of wantonness are something to revel in, what a great way to put it.

France, eh? *sigh* Croissants, steak frites, extraordinary wine. And of course, they invented the blow job, after all

Revelling in wantonness is something I vaguely recall... sadly. As for France, yes, plenty of croissant and the inestimable pain aux almonde but sadly lacking in blowjobs.... not quite that sort of company.

Hope you enjoy your trip away... more hotel room fun?? Even before you have shared the results of wanton behaviour from Italy?? How lucky is that!! XxxX

 

[papadoc19]

I wonder if there's a porn version of the 'Got Talent' shows....



I was travelling home all day Saturday. Lovely to be home, but the more than ten degree (C) drop in temperature was a bit of a shock!

Did you have a relaxing weekend, papadoc?

I did...did some shopping...went to a birthday party...had a nice weekend

 

[papadoc19]

Did you watch the cricket match today, Numi?

 

[numeniusa]

Revelling in wantonness is something I vaguely recall... sadly. As for France, yes, plenty of croissant and the inestimable pain aux almonde but sadly lacking in blowjobs.... not quite that sort of company.

Hope you enjoy your trip away... more hotel room fun?? Even before you have shared the results of wanton behaviour from Italy?? How lucky is that!! XxxX

Well, Belgium was work. Very hard, one of those awful trips where everything goes wrong. Paddling furiously below the waterline whilst trying to appear calm and serene. Think we got away with it... Relaxing now, though, in a different hotel room, far from any bits and bytes, thankfully.

I don't think I've ever had pain au almonde. Pain au chocolat I like. And pain au raisin. This morning for breakfast I had a bit of baguette with butter and honey. Well, it was the French-speaking but if Belgium...

I hope the ride is going well. The Lake District has got to be a tough start - some big hills there

 

[numeniusa]

I did...did some shopping...went to a birthday party...had a nice weekend

That sounds really nice I'm wondering what sort of shopping....

Did you watch the cricket match today, Numi?

Er, no. Probably a mercy that I was working and couldn't. I don't think England lived up to their promise, they'd been pretty good in the earlier rounds. And saw Australia off out of the tournament (always satisfying )

I think there's a new home tournament starting on Sunday, I'll probably listen to that while I'm travelling home from my theatre weekend, and then watch the end when I'm home.

 

[papadoc19]

That sounds really nice I'm wondering what sort of shopping....



Er, no. Probably a mercy that I was working and couldn't. I don't think England lived up to their promise, they'd been pretty good in the earlier rounds. And saw Australia off out of the tournament (always satisfying )

I think there's a new home tournament starting on Sunday, I'll probably listen to that while I'm travelling home from my theatre weekend, and then watch the end when I'm home.

Nothing scandalous...just some updating of my wardrobe...

Maybe they need you to watch to achieve their peak performance.

 

[LucyCanyon]

Well, Belgium was work. Very hard, one of those awful trips where everything goes wrong. Paddling furiously below the waterline whilst trying to appear calm and serene. Think we got away with it... Relaxing now, though, in a different hotel room, far from any bits and bytes, thankfully.

I don't think I've ever had pain au almonde. Pain au chocolat I like. And pain au raisin. This morning for breakfast I had a bit of baguette with butter and honey. Well, it was the French-speaking but if Belgium...

I hope the ride is going well. The Lake District has got to be a tough start - some big hills there

Hi Numi, one more day to go. Friday afternoon was 50 mile and 5500 ft of ascent, today 69 mile and 8500!! Very hot too, quite an achievement we think! Only 50 to go tomorrow!!

The other thing we tried in France was a suisse which is chocolate and custard in a twisted croissant style pastry.... a bit too sickly for me for breakfast but some people loved it!

Hope your weekend is going well, out door eating and crap sleeeping as it's too hot I suspect??