The Spinster's Exploits

So it’s been a while since I blogged – sometimes life gets in the way of writing and of sex and play, but I love the way sex and play can be in one’s connection with one’s lover – and so it is,  even when we don’t do more than have a quick snog or a lovely cwtch or cuddle every now and then.

And life is so often complex, and shit happens as they say – as does lovely stuff – but that too, can be as time-consuming as the brown stuff! So – I have some time to reflect and write, which is fabulous…

The last-but-one visit of my lover was somewhat focussed on me getting Christmas-ready – not an easy task but – for me – a fun one. And he was lovely about it and supportive. On the day of his arrival, we did have a lovely time in bed for cuddling, snogging and chilling – and I had a fabulous orgasm with my lovely vibe thanks to his thoughtful and sexy ministrations. And then we were somewhat overtaken by my Welsh chat group, food, as many episodes of “Lucifer” we could sanely watch and the palaver that is my Christmas Wonderland – everything from my 50p “tasteful” ornaments from purveyors of bad taste to my latest pop-up nativity scenes and through Christmas gonks, a candle arch, woodland creatures and lights galore – all needing fetching from the attic and lots of sorting…

We had a lovely weekend and both were dressed very sensibly for our demanding tasks. And so we were chilling after putting up various lights outside – including hog-tying my naff golden fawn to my porch! Slight exaggeration – but he does come with his own bondage kit and it did take two of us to secure him to said porch!

And there I was in my sensible loose ankle-cuffed pyjama style trousers warm top and socks when my lover suddenly told me to kneel! Now I am seventy, but – as previously said – quite flexible – kneeling however, is a bit of a challenge. I was nevertheless, immediately turned on and wondering what was possible… Luckily, he was thinking of my fabulous bucket chair so I was able to excitedly “assume the position” as they say, kneeling on said chair and bending over the back of it, immediately afire with lust.

Now I do like to put a little planning into my sex life, but I do also love spontaneity and sometimes(!) doing as I’m told. So me dressed for practical stuff and no toys at hand is not ideal – but what the heck! – he was in charge and I was very excited…

I was ordered to pull down trousers and knickers and not to move. I happily but nervously complied as I heard him go upstairs in search of the instruments to cause me pain and both of us pleasure…

And he returned happy with my compliance but ready to give me some punishment anyway. He was quite fierce, but read me well enough that he didn’t make me ask for it to stop or lessen, but got me close to it several times.

When he was satisfied with his work I was ordered to remove my knickers and trousers. And I was so tempted to push, but did a half-push instead and I did ask about the sox… And of course he said they were to stay as I knew he would, amused at my anti-sock aesthetic. He managed to keep a straight face although he clearly heard my muttered “Bastard!”

And so I ended up sat on the sofa in my top and sox with his gorgeous cock in my mouth which was amazing despite the bloody sox!

And then, still socked, I was ordered over the back of the chair once more for an amazingly hard fuck. I must admit – I did forget all about the sox at that point…

I think I’ve already said that I am very clitoral and don’t get vaginal orgasms but enjoy the sensation of a cock inside me. And that sensation can be amazing – especially after a good beating and the opportunity to worship his lovely cock before being rudely fucked from behind over the chair where I had received said beating.

It was a really positive mind-fuck with the most amazing physical sensations. And having someone who cares about my pleasure choosing this time to simply satisfy himself through me was mind-blowingly sexy. I have just paused and sighed at the memory – as I have done several times since then…  I know I’m not a sub, but I love how I enjoy my sub times with him as part of our fabulous fun repertoire.