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| Cinnamon_Tart |
on Sun 29 May 11, 8:39 AM to Cinnamon_Tart's blog.
So we all have a concept of casual sex. I think I may have just redefined mine. As a result of last Sunday morning. And going for a walk, you know, with the dog. To exercise her, and us.
And we get to the reservoir, me having been amiably chatting to a lady and dog who we happened to meet. Him, slightly quiet and withdrawn, not engaging as much as I'm used to him doing. The lady and her dog bugger off. We carry on a short while, searching for a nice spot for him to roll a fag, sit and enjoy the scenery....
And then, totally unexpected by me, I am told, "I need to piss." Oh, says I, knowing full well what's coming. And sure enough, him having scouted the surrounds, to ensure no unwilling spectators may come upon us, I'm told to drop the walking trousers, hoist my coat, he spits to lube up his cock, and said semi erect member is casually thrust into my arse. The usual pleased, almost smug, sounds of satisfaction, as his bladder empties into me. My growing awareness of filling up, and that this is taking a rather longer time than usual.
And then it stops. He withdraws. And decides it is now time to sit, companionably, and smoke. My arse begins to spasm after a time. He chuckles. It gets worse. I fidget, I whimper, I clamp my muscles and sphincter tightly shut. He laughs at my growing discomfort.
He then says that perhaps I should evacuate nowish, rather than waiting till home, and the warmth and security of the lavatory. I glare, and bitch, and rant at him, knowing full well I will have no option, for I will not manage the half hour walk back, up hill. No way."Oh," he says, "And I'll have to record the event on my phone of course."
And, mumbling and bitching, in the end I have to give in to the urgent demands of my bowels, and of course, despite the casually held phone, and his assurances he's, "only taking a picture, honestly", I know full well the fucker is videoing the entire excruciating voiding. I am torn between being distraught, and smiling at his laughter and evident pleasure.
Casual to the point of sick fuckery.
And then being made to listen to the entire performance on the way back, me feeling about a centimetre tall, blushing, but aware of the cascaded laughter, the recording staggered with his laughter anew.
"I can't believe you made me do that," mutters I.
And the fucker just grins at me.
Sex, the casual kind.
Hmph.
| 29 May 11, 9:11 AM River_Deep UK, 6 yrs |
Just love, and hate, this sort of interaction. Fabby x
It is not what you say or do but the way you say or do it | |
| 29 May 11, 11:40 AM missPowers UK(SE), 4 yrs |
can't deny it - it made me grin  ...missP(roviding *sparkle* and other treasures)owers | |
| 29 May 11, 12:33 PM specialk_subbie UK(OL), 4 yrs   |
Wicked  Special K | |
| 29 May 11, 2:03 PM AshUK UK(EN), 7 yrs £ |
I like his style x " When I am King, you will be first against the wall. " | |
| 30 May 11, 10:10 AM wonderer UK, 5 yrs |
More of your exquisite utter filth and depravity ... in the best possible sense of course. "Wisdom begins in wonder” (Socrates) | |
| 23 Jun 11, 11:18 PM EmmaJNation UK(S), 18 mths |
I'm just impressed that he could still piss while being hard enough to stick it in your arse In my experience, it isn't easy! | |
| 24 Jun 11, 5:11 PM Cinnamon_Tart UK(S), 8 yrs |
No, but somehow, he manages... Lesson learned again yesterday. Don't let him piss in my arse. And then fuck me in the arse. Vigorously. To orgasm. Huge contracty arse spasming orgasm. Unless I don't mind clearing up the mess afterwards....
Pleasure: quantified by plunge pools, and waterfalls. | |
| 28 Jun 11, 10:23 PM Scribbles UK(RH), 4 yrs |
Fun to read - thank you |
