Scratchy or smooth?

I am lucky enough to have facial whiskers that grow slowly, meaning that I really only need to shave a couple of times a week.  I also make a point of carrying a razor with me when I am on an overnight date or longer date so that I can keep my chin smooth, after all no-one likes a stubbly kiss, right?

Not so fast!  I was informed recently by someone that she rather liked a bit of stubble, so no, please don’t shave.

I was surprised to say the least.  So I need to ask the question: what do you like when you kiss a man?  Do you prefer stubble, or a smooth chin?

John.

Bed time stories for very naughty girls – Podcast Episode 1

This post brings you something just a little bit different.  Today I have made a very short podcast for you: an excerpt from the first chapter of Fanny Hill, by John Cleland – a piece of erotic fiction written in 1748.

Scene from chapter eight of Fanny Hill

From the Wikipedia entry for Fanny Hill:

Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure (popularly known as Fanny Hill) is an erotic novel by John Cleland first published in England in 1748. Written while the author was in debtor’s prison in London, it is considered “the first original English prose pornography, and the first pornography to use the form of the novel.” One of the most prosecuted and banned books in history”

How could I resist?

It seemed like a great way to let you hear my voice, and if you like it enough (please let me know with a comment below!), then I may just podcast the entire story.

Fanny Hill – m4a
(for iPod, iPhone etc)

Fanny Hill – mp3

John.

What you want …

I have to say that since I launched my new site just over a week ago I have been delighted with the results.  I have had lots of great feedback from friends, customers, and new visitors.

The question now is: what I can do to make it even better?

Is there a subject that you would like me to write an article about?  Or would you like to see a particular kind of photo of me? I already have one request for more photos of my bottom!

So, if you have questions, ideas, or requests, make a comment below or send me an email and I will do my best to respond.

John.

Your pleasure in my hands

Pleasure is ephemeral.

It can come from something as simple as being pampered …

Or sitting back to relax while someone else cooks dinner …

Sharing a drink and conversation …

Talking to someone just for fun …

Or being held just for the joy of feeling someone else’s skin on yours …

Pleasure comes from all sorts of things in life.

John.

Sexy CPR commercial

Ok, I just have to make a blog post about this. You know what CPR is right?

Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR) is an emergency procedure for people in cardiac arrest or, in some circumstances, respiratory arrest.

(thanks to wikipedia for that quote: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CPR)

Well, this just has to be the most engaging, fun, and sexy CPR advertisement I have ever seen. It is brilliant.

Super Sexy Abdominal Thrust from Super Sexy CPR on Vimeo.

I know CPR, but this just makes me want to go out and do it all again.

John …

Waking dream

I woke up slowly, drifting languidly up from erotic dreams to find that while I slept my hand had strayed across the small space between us and come to rest between her legs. I lay there for a moment savoring the delicious feeling of my fingers slipping rhythmically back and forth between her labia wet with her juices.

Beside me she sighed a little pushing her self against my hand, and perhaps aware that I had woken up, she spreads her legs a little more. My fingers quest lower, deeper between her lips, then circle back to touch and tease her clitoris, eliciting a small gasp and tremors in her hip beneath my arm.

We lay like that for an unknowable length of time. There is no clock, no urgency to our play, just a growing desire in both of us. Soon enough, I slide down beneath the covers and nestle between her legs. Her hand stroked my hair and she pulled her knees up, exposing herself to me in the darkness. I slid my hands along her thighs, kissing her warm flesh, until my lips met hers and her musky aroma captured me.

I nuzzled closer, my tongue sought out her clitoris and took up a steady rhythm flicking back and forth. My fingers began to explore her lips more fully rubbing, circling, teasing, gliding across the opening of her vagina.

Her breathing became heavier, tension building in her legs and the grip of her hand in my hair. As I felt her climax building, I slowed down, keeping her close to the edge of her orgasm, but not allowing her to cum. She gasped out a plea, pushing herself against me. I pushed back, my tongue working back and forth harder over her clitoris, sending shudders through her body and releasing her orgasm. She gasped and shook, gasped again and I slowly drew back, allowing the pulses of orgasm to flow through her body and begin to ebb away.

We lay together cuddling for some time until she recovered her self, then had slow gentle sex until I came. Afterward we drifted back to sleep, exhausted and happy lying side by side.

I have had this experience a few times, waking to find I have been touching my lover in my sleep. It invariably leads to great sex. It is just one more reason why I much prefer a date that lasts overnight rather than just a couple of hours. There are so many more opportunities to make it memorable …

John.