Trip To Hedonism 2: Last Thursday Night!

My girlfriend and I just returned from a well deserved holiday to Jamaica after having not gone anywhere due to COVID for two years. We decided to try out Hedonism which as some might know is an adult resort for couples and singles with lots of nudism and sex.

I joined a couple of Facebook groups in the month before our trip in order to get the sort of lay of the land but I must say until you experience it firsthand, you can’t quite imagine what it is like.

There is all manner of humanity there including, nudists, exhibitionists, swingers, and those like ourselves who were just experimenting with something titillating.

During the evenings, after dinner and the entertainment people tend to congregate around the nude pool and hot tub. My girlfriend and I had checked it out the previous evening but found it quite dead. This night, we decided to try again and found as we got there that there were more people with more arriving every few minutes. We decided to get naked and get in the hot tub.

Let me say that my girlfriend is both beautiful and athletic. In fact, I watched with some degree of pride each morning when we went to the Hedo gym as men working out couldn’t help but stare at her performing her workout movements with great athleticism and precision - like art. They were soon asking her for advise on their own workouts.

I tell you this only so that you can imagine what it looked like for this beautiful woman to get up on the edge of the hot tub this warm tropical night and spread her legs so I could start to eat her pussy. I was aware of the men watching - staring at her body as she started to respond to my tongue. She orgasms hard often pushing my head down on her clit and thrusting her hips toward my tongue as she pulses with lust. I brought her to three strong orgasms in a row before we took a little break. Then I brought her to three more orgasms ever mindful out of the corner of my eye of the men staring. I think I felt omnipotent because of my ability to do this to her and also turned on by their obvious lust for her writhing body as she came hard again and again. Once again I took a little rest but you can’t really stop licking a pussy that is as responsive and lustful as hers. I was soon back at it for a third set of three orgasms. As I finished one of the watching males gave me a thumbs up while another said “that was awesome”.

Soon thereafter we were off from the hot tub and headed for the Romping Shop Playroom where in a courtyard with waterfalls and an open air ceiling, under the stars we could fuck, while watching others fuck and while others watched us fuck.

That was some night, but it wasn’t the big night that was to follow or the big afternoon that led to the big night.  That is a much wilder story. Tune in again for my Friday Hedo story.

- TK

Sand, surf and sex

I hadn’t noticed the discrete amateur photoshoot happening under the shade of a tree until Simone had pointed it out. I’d been transfixed on the waves, the hot sun and Simone’s gentle caresses on my arm. It took me a moment but once I saw her posing for the camera, I couldn’t look away. 

If she moves her hand away, would it reveal a perfectly trimmed pussy with lips slightly open, wet, and waiting for my cock? Shifting her other hand, and letting her arm fall to the side, would it show nipples that are erect and hard? A hand intertwined in her raven hair; pulling her head back exposing her neck to hungry kisses — would her inviting smile surrender to the moans of desire as her green eyes widen with my cock deep inside her?

We both stared until the man with the camera made her laugh one last time and then handed her a brightly coloured sarong. Once covered, she gathered up random articles on the sand and put them in a beach bag — he made her laugh once more and with bag and camera in hand, they made their way down the beach as if they were one. 

I settled back into the waves and the sun, and Simone resumed her gentle caresses — I soon lay back onto the warm sand and closed my eyes. I heard Simone do the same and she shifted into me to get comfortable. We listened to the surf until her whisper broke the trance.

“You wanted to fuck her, didn’t you? I don’t hold it against you; part of me wanted to fuck her too”

I knew she wasn’t looking for a response and had more to say so I made a sound to acknowledge I was listening, rather than acknowledge I wanting to fuck the woman with the raven hair.

“You would be very disappointed based on what I saw. Those breasts of hers aren’t real, and even if they are, they aren’t as wonderful as mine which you know all too well are very real. That lovely pussy you saw is not nearly as wet as you image, and if you were to fuck her my love, she wouldn’t squirt over that cock of yours the way I do. And one last thought to consider.”

We both waited.

“When her boyfriend fucks her, she is quiet. Oh, she probably offers a moan or two but she’s by no means is a screamer — and I know how much you like me to scream your name as I take that cock of yours. Yes, you would definitely be disappointed.”

She fell silent, sat up and announced we should go swimming and then slapped me on the stomach. As I was shocked back into the bright sun she smiled and motioned me to follow her into the surf.

As I got to my feet all I could say to myself was,“What an ass. I can’t wait to listen to her scream my name”

 W

Sex Shows

It may have been the radio or something in a local urban newspaper that took me to my first Sex Show; it was such a long time ago I just don’t remember. And when I say sex show, I’m not talking about people fucking on stage or the intimate corners of an exclusive club but rather a trade show where vendors of all sorts come together to sell their goods and services. It’s something like the auto-show but with neon-coloured dildos.

 I find myself going alone most of the time, sometimes by choice but sometimes not — as I like to say, I go to see if there is anything new when it comes to sex. As you can imagine, there never is. What it can offer though is a perspective on what is “trending”. At the last show kink had found its stride with its own section and workshops on tying knots and I was a little surprised that swinger home parties had become a viable service. There is something comfortably ordinary about a Sex Show as you watch ordinary people wandering around doing ordinary things like picking up silicon dildos as if they were avocados in a grocery store. I am sure there are some like me who are there for the voyeurism, but I suspect most are looking to be a little provocative or naughty with thoughts of wearing latex or buying a butt plug.  

As I pointed out, I go to Sex Shows to get a feel for shifts in mainstream appetites and simply watch, but I also go for the artists and the art they create. They are always in the minority, and sometimes hard to find on the floor map, but well worth searching out.

My erotic art collection is humble and began at a sex show — erotic artists don’t always find their way to a Sex Show which is one of those trends I referred to but when they do, you can find some of the most beautiful interpretations of the human body, sexuality, and most importantly, sensuality. A photograph of a beautifully laced corset ending in big bow covering her bottom, a wooden panel with carvings of the Kama Sutra, water colours of fishnet stockings that look like a photograph and a complex-coloured glass dildo that is more about art than function — all part of my collection. I suppose my erotic literature collection is an extension of this, it’s also humble but is curated with a desire to understand the human experience. Sex Shows, erotic art shows, sex workshops, erotic art and erotic literature have always captured my interest from the moment I purchased my first erotic novel — the story of a man and a woman having a conversation over the phone and sharing their personal experiences; not overly sexual but intimate.  

Sex in crass mechanical terms involves cocks or mouths or cunts or asses in a multitude of combinations but sensuality is intimate, and it’s this intimacy that is the attraction for me — the sharing of desire, the vulnerability of surrender and the conversations that only happen between lovers. The art and the literature are simply expressions of these intimacies, and because I am particularly tactile, it gives me an opportunity to touch and hold and feel the sensuality of others.

 W

Photo: Pixabay

harder; softer; slower; faster

Eventually the curiosity got the better of her and she asked what was in the paper bag. She had resisted the temptation for a while but we both know she likes my gifts. I reached down and lifted the bag by its handles and set it on the table; reaching inside, I pulled out a box wrapped with a red paper and accented with a white bow. I moved the bag off the table and placed the gift beside the bottle of wine we had opened earlier.The light from the small candle reflected off the paper as she reached for it; she silently mouthed thank you. I encouraged her to open it as I reached for my wine and sat back to watch.

Disregarding my encouragement she studied the bow, the tight corners of the wrapping and the seams; her eyes tightened ever so slightly with curiosity. I watched her bring her glass to her lips, hesitate for a moment, and then take a sip. Setting the glass back down and leaving another soft lipstick impression, she reached for the package. She methodically removed the bow and with great concentration removed the tape without ripping the paper; there was a grace in her methodical approach. With the paper carefully folded on the table, she opened the box and pulled out an hourglass with black sand. She inspected it carefully with bright eyes and waited for an explanation.

“It’s for a game we can play. It’s called harder, softer, slower, faster. The game starts when you flip the hourglass.”

 Her eyes shifted from the hourglass, and as she started to smile, she whispered, “Go on.”

“Well; you would be in a very comfortable position with only your favourite panties on surrounded and propped up with all those pillows you seem to like; you can even have a glass of wine in hand. You can only say four words until the sands run out; harder; softer; slower; faster”. 

 There was a hint of anxiousness as she raised the glass to her mouth and whispered, “Please continue.”

“For my part, I would start with a simple kiss on your lips and then slowly and methodically make my way over your breasts, your stomach and would part your legs every so gently until my tongue gently caressed your pussy through the fabric of your panties. I would slowly make my way around your panties and eventually remove them until there was nothing between my tongue and your clit. With only those words to guide me and a desire to pleasure you, I would have my way”. 

 When I looked at her, she was staring at me with glass in hand and said, “That’s a fucking great game; we should try out my new hourglass” 

She stood up, picked up the hourglass and moved to the bedroom motioning me to follow. As I stood, I realized there was also a symbolism in the hourglass; I knew it was soon time for her to find her way, and sadly, knew her way would not include me.

Until that day, I would enjoy savouring her taste with hopes she remembers me with fondness.

 W

A white rose

Simone hadn’t been on a date with a guy in a very long time.

She was excited at the thought and dressed provocatively, she picked out a lacy bustier which boosted her large breasts, she chose matching underwear she had not warn since she had swapped them with a female friend.  It had been late, they had been drinking and had gently started touching and exploring each other through their underwear in the corner of a dark room at a party, they were both so aroused and wet, they had the idea of secretly swapping their panties.

As she waited for her date, heart racing with nerves and excitement, playing with her drink, she sat back, opened her legs a little, her skirt and clothes were tight against her curves.  She was also getting admiring glances from a guy at the small Hotel bar, could he tell how aroused she was?  Looking down at her cocktail all she could think about was her girlfriend gently moving the wet gusset of her underwear with her finger to expose her clitoris and her tongue pushing hungrily against it and the absolute pleasure as a male guest had watched.

Her date was now late and the guy at the bar was watching her intently, hesmiled, she looked down again. She imagined him kissing the back of her neck, running his hands up and down her curves, gently rolling her skirt up, bending her across the table, his hands discovering the soaking wet panties she had shared.

Her date arrived, she stood up, guilty in her thoughts, they embraced what seemed for a long time, he smelled amazing, she could feel his hard body pushing against her, she looked over and smiled back at the guy at the bar and hoped he was the guest who had watched them.

 S