Playing with myself dreaming of Amanda! (Erotica)

Adult themes? I don’t think so, we’ve ALL played with our ūüėČ willies’ and ‚̧ ‘kitties since the day we can remember.

“Well do you? I do!”

A tale of playing with myself and dreaming of Amanda! (Erotica)

To answer the question posed in a previous post, the story tale or poem either stimulates the mind and the genitals or it doesn’t, the picture adds to the mood. ūüôā

Come late evening, tired verging on sleepiness, I’ll stand beside my bed with its duvet corner pulled back exposing soft linen sheets atop a firm mattress, all the while following my well rehearsed undressing routine, pulling my boxer shorts down always the final garment to leave my body. Then perhaps I’ll pause for a second touching stroking the erogenous areas of my body, parts covered throughout my day, feeling the cool room air against my skin before climbing into bed and laying back with a weary sigh! Rested comfortable sleepy I end my routine by pulling the heavy cushioned duvet up and over my body, and after having reached over switching the bed side table light out, that’s how my long night’s slumber begins.

I was going to say ‘lay prostrate’ similar to that of a deceased body lying on the slab, I won’t, though that’s the vision crossing before my eyes and least I’m honest. It’s times like these before sleep time that one contemplates their own mortality with eyelids wide open staring into inky black nothingness.

Then I’ll draw my right arm across my face, forearm covering my closing eyes, with always my left arm down below and open palm cupped around my testicle sack. A beautiful caring position is touching oneself whichever the sex, and now tenderly holding and rolling smooth balls between my finger and thumb I’ll playful fondle myself to sleep. Oh and I forgot to say gently! Only a guy can explain the sudden sharp stab of pain if he squeezes his balls tooo tightly!

And that’s the way I send myself to sleep every night, every single night, and so much more relaxing than counting sheep don’t you think? I’ll let you into another secret, lovingly stroking and caressing those small egg shaped orbs is a comfort, a feeling of all the days anxieties being gently cleansed from my body, I guess much the same way three year olds send themselves to sleep clutching a soft furry teddy to their breast.

I don’t know why I’m having to justify myself lol, they’re my balls for heavens sake and I love them!!!

Does anyone else send themselves to sleep like this, hands cupping their balls? Fingers inside their warm kitty? Hmm lol don’t answer!

10_336

However once in a while, on an evening such as this, I’ll get a hard on whilst picturing our 50 year old secretary from work, a bright vision of sensuality emblazoned against invisible blackness, and let’s name her Amanda! Always at times like this Amanda is undressed to her bra and panties, isn’t the word panties deliciously sexy, rolling of the tongue like honey from the back of a warm metal spoon!

Closing my eyes tight shut, concentrating hard, Amanda’s hands now reach behind her back, dextrous fingers releasing the clip of her bra strap to reveal large milky coloured breasts, sagging slightly and many years since they dripped their final bead of nectar from teats sucked a thousand times. In my dreams Amanda always has drooping pendulous boobs b’cause she’s a mature lady and that’s the way I love her.

Then gazing longingly into my eyes Amanda drops her delicate lingerie to one side giving a soft whisper moments later as it hits the floor. Smiling coyly she places her two hands on her hips, slips two thumbs beneath the elasticated hem of white cotton knickers, so sexy and virginal, before arching her body forward and pulling the sexy garment downwards, its hem riding atop the curve of her hips, its soft fabric skimming down smooth thighs and resting on her ankles. Almost a virgin but not quite!

Standing upright again and never once breaking her gaze from my eyes, Amanda’s pussy is always bald in my dream the slit of her lips quite visible, and because she’s birthed two daughters in her lifetime, the ragged edges of soft labia resembling a slightly parted genital curtain, and best of all revealing a shocking pink vagina contrasting against her milky white skin.

Jeeze now I’ve got a hard on!

But I’m not gonna masturbate, nope I’m not in the right frame of mind to enjoy pleasuring myself! Feeling far tooo anxious after the day I’ve had.

And as I sit here typing, I wonder if she still has a young girl’s mop of pubic hair? Yes she’s an older woman yet still able to look handsome wearing shoulder length hair, unusual for the more mature ladies? However Amanda dyes hers brunette these days, and I know she does b’cause time to time I see the first millimetres of natural grey coloured growth. The comedienne Jenny √Čclair said hair down below is the first thing a lady loses after her menopause? Smooth as a babies bottom she said hers was! ¬†

Amanda, not a stitch of clothing draped upon her 50 years old pear shape figure, looking gorgeous, and getting me evermore excited as I lay there picturing this middle aged nude before my eyes. Her legs now slightly further apart, an index finger pressed between parted labia lips, is gently circling and pulling at her clitoral skin making her breath quicken panting even.

Incidentally a question to the older woman who lol isn’t going to answer but hey my story, the waves of genital pleasure a woman experiences at age 50! Are they just as awesome and powerful as when she was 17 or is the kitty beginning to tire?

Where was I? Oh yes laying underneath my warm cosy duvet with the bedroom lights out, my eyes tightly closed imagining an older woman called Amanda wanking herself in my nightdream, me with one forearm resting atop my forehead, and the other tightly holding my ‘sack’ caressing fondling my two balls.

Then as my excitement ever quickens the tip of my penis begins to twitch and tingle releasing beads of precum, a males very own wetness which moistens within my foreskin and NOW feeling down right dirty and horny!! Genitals excited into a life of their own, I release the hold on my testicles instinctively curling fingers round the warm sensitive skin of my hardness, my gentle grip pushing upwards then tugging down again. Then with knuckles tensing, gripping my shaft more firmly, I start to wank harder and quicker and quicker still, so making me pant and gulp for more fresh night air! 

But I know these warm and gorgeous pleasurable sensations emanating from the tops of my thighs, around my whole groin, won’t last forever, and now with my body still and motionless except for the vigorous energy applied from my hand, I jerk my hand back and forth, my clenched fingers kissing the rim of my bellend now so sensitive it makes my hips raise, and all the while gazing deep into Amanda’s wet vulva!!¬†

Jesus I know I’m gonna cum soon and this beautiful relaxing pleasure won’t last much longer, with that I’ll whip back my duvet, never once slowing the work from my hand, then feeling the semen palpably rise from my balls, and whispering a “omg I’m gonna cum soon”, gazing at a vision of Amanda’s open pussy, her thighs stretched wide apart I’ll imagine her naked body for a few seconds more! ‘Oh I so want to feel myself deep inside her vagina’ I say to myself, a feeling that makes the tip of my penis throb and buck as I try to capture those pleasurable seconds before orgasm. Then with one final jerk of my wrist, my back arches toward the ceiling, and my groin explosively convulses sending a stream of warm sticky cum across my stomach!¬†

“God I needed that!”

Then as my breathing slows and as the shaft of my penis goes limp and soft, after my brief intimate moment of sexual pleasure subsides, only then does it finally dawn on me,

“Damn I’m gonna have to go and shower now……………why the hell did I have to cum?”

 

MOPLKRM_2 (1)
Do you check your testicles for lumps and bumps? I check mine.

 

ūüôā By Andrew.

Advertisements

34 – Pt 3. This is a preface to MY OWN voyeur story!

Note this isn’t a movie review ūüôā

To those of you reading in WordPress¬†Land the screenshots are of course¬†borrowed from the master of suspense and voyeurism himself, Alfred Hitchcock, and the annoying GIFs are¬†taken from¬†his movie ‘Rear Window’¬†where Jimmy Stewart is of course spying on Miss Lonelyheart, who may or may not be a Prostitute he never lets on, but I like to think¬†‘yes’¬†and my guess knowing Alfred Hitchcock Miss Lonelyheart is really a Hooker, he loved his blondes¬†but who knows?

Conversely Miss Lonelyheart¬†represents the disaster of single life, she was always¬†being visited by single men,¬†were they suitors? Or lovers? But that’s a different tale and I’m on a roll talking voyeurism.

This isn’t a movie review ūüôā

After writing 2¬†posts titled ‘Voyeurism’ you would have assumed I’d done my homework and¬†consulted¬†a Dictionary, showed you a little professionalism, respected¬†my reader, done some research like all you proper writers!

You’d have thought I’d looked up the true meaning wouldn’t you?

You’d be wrong, I was lazy.

rear-window-view
Miss Lonelyheart (btw one of my favourite films)

I’d assumed Voyeurism just meant watching people go about their daily business but I was wrong, turns out the true definition is darker……a whole¬†lot darker and¬†even a little sinister!!¬†Yes Downblouse and Upskirt are¬†distasteful and illegal practices but I’d never¬†fully appreciated ‘Voyeurism is¬†the practice of spying on people engaged in intimate behaviours, such as undressing,¬†or other actions usually considered to be of a private nature.’ (Courtesy of Wikipedia)

I’ll spare you any YouPorn¬†voyeurism videos¬†because I absolutely detest pornography and by that I mean legal consensual pornography between adults…….I truly hate it!

Voyeur (def): a person who obtains sexual pleasure or excitement from the observation of someone undressing, yep more darker and sinister than I’d first assumed. OK¬†I agree Voyeur is¬†only a word after all, but I wish I’d appreciated there’s a difference between watching someone get on a bus and secretly¬†observing women undress err for examples sake!

Lol anyways now I know.

voyeur-1rhona_mitra-hollow_man
Actor Kevin Bacon voyeur to¬†his ‘prey’ in the movie Hollow Man

I¬†‘penned’ a¬†story on my previous blog¬†which may or may not have been true. That blog’s long gone so I’ve decided¬†to write again and¬†I am not going to apologise for letting you decide again, bloggers keep replying telling me not¬†to say sorry, they say ūüôā Andrew write what you wish and let the reader decide ūüôā

So here’s my¬†late night¬†voyeuristic tale¬†set against¬†the backdrop of¬†a very non typical English summers¬†evening, I say non typical, I’m told in America’s Deep South hot and humid evenings are described as ‘swampy’ well¬†if you live in England you’ll get two or three ‘clammy evenings’ a year!¬†I’m labouring the point here with the humidity references but you get the idea when I say¬†tonight was one of those evenings where you walk around the house naked, and so damn hot and humid¬†you’re balls would be¬†sweating ūüėÄ

One summer evening several years ago I happened to be looking out my bedroom window, the time was midnight and I’d just gotten out of bed.

Story.

‘Through slightly parted curtains I propped myself up¬†against the¬†bedroom¬†window¬†sill and looked across the¬†fields behind the house opposite, tonight I was watching a truly spectacular thunder and lightening display,¬†mother natures power can be truly awe inspiring……………..

Andrew

(A little naughty of me to pause¬†but¬†I haven’t¬†finished editing yet¬†and gulp I only hope I haven’t, to borrow a cookery phrase,¬†I hope I haven’t ‘over egged’¬†my tale¬†to such an extent¬†you’re disappointed!

I’ll tell you this much though, tonight’s events might or might not be true¬†and¬†I’m not telling which, but if you know me you’ll¬†guess right.)

Pt 1  Pt 2 are hopefully an interesting read.