Friday the 13th - An Erotic Story

I set up a duo with Miss J.F. and Mistress Ivy for a domination session on Friday the 13th.  

Both ladies are thoughtful, beautiful, know what they’re doing extremely well, and are wicked at the same time. They both took turn dominating me by spanking, flogging and warming me up for the big show. 

While Mistress Ivy was giving it to me from the backside, I was giving Miss J.F.’s blue monster a good sucking. Some one thought I should wear a pig’s nose and anytime the word pig was mentioned I was to squeal like a stuck pig. Soon after getting poked from behind and continual spankings, I could see Miss Ivy was up to no good. She proceeded to finger my backside and then the next I knew, her whole hand was inside of me.  Miss J. F. took her turn and started what I would say was the best PM I’ve ever had. She kept on milking the walnut till I was ready to spill, then whoops her whole hand slipped inside of me thrusting like crazy; all the while I was admiring Mistress Ivy’s backside with my tongue. Then I don’t know who thought of this, but they held hands and both went deep inside of me. All I can say is 'oh what a feeling'. 

Then came the big finale, I was told to lay on the floor and both of them gave me a shower of all showers. I didn’t know one’s body could hold so much. The sweet nectar was nice and warming. They said I wasn't going to spill the beans this time, as they were the dominant ones. Then off to the shower for a good scrub down. I will definitely repeat for they know how to play and react off of their personalities.

Bed and Breakfast at The Manor - An Erotic Story

"Hi!  I'm Joyce."

Her name is what first caught my eye, and reading her listing on a national site for local rentals intrigued me.  I travel a great deal in my work and I appreciate a quiet setting away from the bustle and crowds, yet I want to be close to the business district downtown.  I read that the bus route was located a block away and a quick 10 minute ride to my office building.  The biggest plus was the entire house, obviously an older vintage from the photos, would be at my disposal for the hostess was often on adventures of her own as a philanthropist in the performing arts.  

"Lovers of the classical arts will find old world charm and serenity during their stay."  That was another intriguing part.  Being an aficionado of classical music, I did not find it common to find this description in a listing.  Rarely did hosts have classical music available In the locations I had stayed around the country.   I had a sly curiosity to sneak a peek at music collections, often gathering enough evidence for admiration or ridicule based on what I found.  This point will be important further along in my story.

Reserving an overnight stay was simple.  I received a reply within the hour confirming the availability of the date and a few friendly comments welcoming me.  I didn't pay them much mind.  One can travel so often, as to become somewhat jaded with making travel arrangements.  But then she also apologized for being on the premises during my stay as she did not have plans to be away on the date I reserved.  She inquired if my preference would be to have the whole house to myself, and I assured her it was not necessary.  She promised she would be practically invisible and provide my every comfort.  And that is where this story takes a bit of a turn.

The date of my stay soon arrived.  Knocking at the door of a quaint older home I was surprised to see lovely woman perhaps 10-15 years older, sweet shy smile, classy and elegant.  Her voice drew me in... "Welcome to the manor"

She showed me around and led me to my room.  I had every amenity I could ask for, even a robe and slippers for wearing to the shared restroom.  And then I was left alone to unpack and unwind.  A fine bottle of wine and glass on the side table.

The strains of piano music could be heard in the distance.  I recognized it as a  Brahms Intermezzo. A well known piece, made popular to non-classical fans in some Tom Selleck movie.   I laid back on the bed to listen and relax and fell into a deep sleep.  I woke up starving.  Leaving my room and finding my hostess downstairs, I asked for her recommendations for dining nearby.   Even invited her to join me and we had a terrific time out.  Great conversation.  She was a really interesting, vibrant companion.  A welcome respite from the typical 'find the closest place and eat alone' scenario in my travels.  She suggested I would enjoy dessert back at the house, claiming she had just the thing for my sweet tooth, and I could enjoy that bottle of wine.

Back at the house we headed back to my room to retrieve the wine, when I noticed the tree with coils of rope hanging from the branches in my room.  Seeing my curiosity she stated, "I have unusual interests."

"Tell me more." I encouraged her.

In a flash of a second, my hands were bound together and she grinned up at me..."Surprise!"

And in the next moment my hands were pulled up and behind my head, as she secured the rope to my body.

"Wellllll," I laughed nervously.

Placing one hand on my chest and slowly inching me back into the wall, she murmured, "I like men.  Powerful men. Confident men.  Cute men."

"Thank you ," I stammered, still a bit surprised.

"Now, how about that dessert?" she asked, totally diffusing what was becoming rather uncomfortable for me.  Unsure of her intent, and ....errr...becoming rather aroused with her attention.  "Yes," I blurted out, "that sounds like a good idea."  However, she did not release me from my bounds, and instead quickly secured me somehow to points on the wall hidden by a curtain.  I had to speak up, "What ARE you doing?"  Laughing some more.

"Oh darling," she looked into my eyes.  "Exactly as I wish."  And proceeded to take off her panties and stuff them in my mouth, before she left the room.  I couldn't move, and just tried to catch my breath, thinking she's just having a bit of fun.  I saw the twinkle in her eyes.

I heard the piano music off in the distance again.  I love that piece, but was distracted as she returned and placed a tray of some decadent chocolate-y thing in front of me.  Wondering what she would do next, I waited quietly and to my surprise, my clothes were slowly removed as she admired and caressed me.  Really, what guy doesn't want some hot, older gal having her way with him, but this was a bit surreal.  When she got to my shirt, opened a few buttons, and slipped her hand inside over my bare chest, I could feel the heat emanating from her.  My eyes were half-closed in the pleasure of being touched in such a way, but immediately gasped as I felt something cold touch me in a place a deep shocking cold should never go.

What she did next with me and to me with that dessert was both disturbing and damn sexy, that is, after she finally removed her panties from my mouth.   She was so devilish and full of mischief.  The women I knew didn't have this confidence or sense of .......what was it?  A commanding, yet very sensual way about her.  I should be very clear and share that it never occurred to me that I was in danger, like some stories I had read about unwary travelers at BnB's in the news.

She reminded me that she had promised to provide my every comfort, and unbound the ropes from the wall long enough to urge me to lay down on the bed.  "I also promised you I would be practically invisible"

And at that point she quickly pulled a hood over my head, had me positioned on my stomach, and was securing the ropes on my wrists to the bed and adding binds to my ankles, so that I was bound spread-eagle to the bed.  I must be tired, I thought, for I was practically submitting to her every move.

Remembering her words, 'exactly as I wish,' I realized I was basically her captive to be toyed with, and frankly the rest of the night was a blur.  Punctuated throughout the night was the haunting piano music, almost as a mantra or a sensual symbol of her and she came and went, for I was locked in my room and completely at her mercy.  I would fall into a deep sleep from exhaustion after she explored me in ways I had never experienced, only to be roused by a soft caress or a murmuring in my ear and the now hypnotic sounds of the piano music.  "No, no, darling, I"m not through with you yet."  I never thought myself to be a kinky fellow, but the things she subjected me to were pushing me over the edge, and deeper and deeper as the night went on.  

I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and moved to sit up when I realized my wrists were still bound to the bed.  I had not dreamed it after all.  I called out, "Hello?  Joyce?"  A few moments later she entered, smiling and bright-eyed, with a tray of coffee and pastries, as I heard the familiar piano music in the background, "Good Morning, how did you sleep?"

An Erotic Story - My Trip to Elysium

Recently, Joy, or her kinkier persona - Joyce Fulbright, became certified in the practice of Bondassage and Elysium.  She is now offering that experience to all of us lucky guys, and even some ladies!  

From the website, I found the following basic description:

“Elysium stretches your sensual boundaries, transporting you to new realms of pleasure with soft, silk bondage and sensory focusing tools. Alternating soft brush strokes, excruciatingly slow massage, and expert caresses, Elysium brings you the ultimate sensual experience.....”

Joy told me that this was a must session to come for, so off I went!

She met me at the door, full of her trademark giggles, smiles, and hugs telling me I was I for a special treat…………and I was!

After my shower, she led me to her playplace, put me face down, and proceeded to tie my arms and legs to the table loosely with soft silken ties. This is an optional part of the session, but it does add to the sensory deprivation, even if they are not tight, and can be great fun when done by someone as trustful as Joy! When she was done with that, she added a blindfold, and put on a set of full coverage headphones which blocked out all sound, except the wonderful, relaxing, and perfect music.

She then proceeded to have her way with me, and treat me to one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had!

Because she deprived me completely of most my senses (except the important one of being touched), everything she did next was totally enhanced.

Whether it be a stroke, or a touch in a totally different and unexpected place, or just a little kiss somewhere, I never knew just what to expect next, and Joy was able to read my body language exquisitely, making sure that the next touch was going to do its magic!!

She was easily able to keep me hanging right on the edge for what seemed like forever, both before and after the flip, and the spill, when it finally came, was absolutely out of this world!

This was an extreme experience, full of total sensory overload, but carefully controlled by Joy to never cross into the realms of discomfort. It is an experience not to be missed, and I highly recommend you go and give it a test flight!!

You will not be disappointed!!!!!

Joy is extremely excited about these two new offerings, and she puts her all into it!

When I have recovered sufficiently, I will be back to try the more intense version, Bondassage!

An Erotic Story - A Garden Party

The lovely and joyous Joy consented to see me on My Birthday Weekend Marathon of playdates, a very hot Friday afternoon…….I met her with a flowerpot full of little flowers that were just beginning to bloom, and she promptly took me outside to her secret garden (my first time outside)…….it was wonderful….quiet, peaceful, relaxing, with a lovely little breeze running through it to help keep us nice and cool (well, for a little while, anyway!)

Joy is fully in her element there, had the table all set up, cold water and a birthday cupcake there for me, and a wonderful fun and pleasure experience waiting. She is so good at that! Laughter, giggles, beautiful smiles, lots of hugs, and of course, lots of fun was all included!

I highly recommend going out to the garden if she should suggest it, and of course, you can always ask to go out there and get pampered like I did!

An Erotic Story - The Secret Garden

Early last week I had the pleasure of enjoying my first visit with Joy in her secret garden. Her garden is in a secluded spot well equipped with massage table and all other amenities including refreshments. It was a gorgeous day to have a Healing Touch outside with a gentle breeze blowing and hearing her soft voice saying the sweetest things to me. In her secret garden is a place I can let my hair down, inhibitions go and be worry free.

I have had many other types of visits with Joy and this was truly a new experience in her garden, each time is different and invigorating . She is so in tune with my body and mind, and leaves no part of the body untouched. She has devised a new way to massage my prostate and the outcome is unbelievable . She also has her devious little mind suggesting things that I've never thought of.   I definitely must see her as often as possible.

An Erotic Story

I have seen Joy quite a few times over the last few years and we have developed quite a close relationship during that time!

So much so, that when I see with her now, I rarely specify what type of visit I want that day………which results in some delightful surprises!!

I am never quite sure who will answer the door this time…….the delightful Joy, with her joyous smile at full force, or her evil twin, Miss J.F. (Mischief), with an equally large smile, albeit much more on the wicked side, or Dr. Full, with her very cold stethoscope in her hands!

This time, from the force of the hug that I got, I thought it was Joy…..I then turned around to say hello to the most important soul in that household…….Lil Beast was very gracious about letting me make a fuss over her and say hi!!

But, then, when I turned around, Joy had disappeared, and there stood Mischief!!  Right about then, I knew I was in trouble!!

She took me upstairs, and, after a quick shower, she tied me down to her new bondage bed, which has a multitude of tie down places…….which she then used to great effect, all the time giggling in that wonderfully evil way that Mischief has!!

Then, she had her way with me, in whatever manner she chose at the time, including writing her ownership of me all over my body!!

But, as mischievous as she was, she was very attentive to my safety, and always made sure that I was having a good time, and I was, right to the end and a wonderful spill!!

Then, some lovely aftercare, a shower, another fuss over Lil Beast, some more wonderful hugs, and it was unfortunately all over, and I had to leave!

Joyfull has been a friend for over 6 wonderful years, and has transformed from a somewhat shy (yes, really!!) new playmate, to one of the most imaginative ladies I know.  Her scenes are always different (or the same, if you prefer..just let her know what you want),always lots of fun, and always very satisfying!!

I run, and never walk to see this lovely lady as soon as I can be in town, and I'm always grateful that I did!!

An erotic story

I have seen Joy multiple times, initially for Healing Touch, but more recently requested more, which we have treated as a very enhanced and mutual version of a touch session. Earlier in the year, Joy had offered a special birthday occasion to me.  She quickly confirmed details and began sending me teasing e-mail hints that it would most likely be more than what I might expect. And so it was, a great addition to my birthday...read below.

What a great way to spend a part of my birthday! 

I arrived at her place bearing a few gifts since she had also had a recent birthday. After a big welcome hug, a big welcome smile and sly comments about my being in for a special session, a miniature cake covered with candles appeared, the candles were lit, and I was told to hold the mini-cake and follow Joy to her piano, where she sat and played/sang happy birthday. I blew out the candles, and the piano being located near the foot of the stairs, we were quickly on our way to Joy's boudoir.

Prior occasions have been to head to the boudoir, to follow Joy's orders about stripping for her, and to then slip over to the bathroom for a shower. I knew something was going on when we turned right into the bathroom instead of left into the boudoir. I was asked to strip, and I assumed that I would then head into the shower. But a sharp word stopped me as I made a move toward the shower, and I was guided instead to the bathtub, which I had failed to notice was full of water and bubbles.

A bath ceremony was a birthday surprise. Water was soon sloshing around all over the place.  Suffice it to say that bubbles, warm water and the impish Joy made for a very winning combination.

I figured the bath ceremony would lead to a finale in the boudoir, but as we left the bathroom Joy opened a different door and we were in her Shibari room. I had read about Joy's interest in the erotic uses of ropes, but was not familiar with the actual seductive tying and teasing. On a previous visit, Joy had challenged me to try this, and now she didn't give me much choice (not that I resisted). I was shown some very erotic uses of rope on key body parts, but probably didn't undergo anything like what Joy will do to her more experienced subjects.

After all the surprises, we moved to the actual finale. As I have discovered, Joy is basically one big nerve ending, so sharing pleasure means all sorts of permutations are possible, even within the limits of mutual touch. My birthday session eventually achieved orbit, but not before lots of toe-curling pleasure was received and given, details of which will be bouncing round in my head for weeks. 

An erotic story

In praise of older women -

Joy is enchanting, erotic, and sensual. There is no substitute for experience and time to develop one's talent and she has done that. And yet she is as charming and playful as a teenager!  Something about her combines those qualities with experience that gives the insight to know just what to do and when to do it. I am always a happy man when visiting her. 

An erotic story

I discovered Joy’s blog late last year, and was drawn to her offering of caresses, life’s experiences, maturity and toe-curling pleasure. She was kind enough to exchange several e-mails with a newbie and to then invite me for a visit. Not long into that first visit, I confirmed the accuracy of the mental image I had formed from her blog and e-mails-- she is indeed a very warm, smiling and friendly woman who energetically touches, plays and jokes until you beg for mercy. Now I am in Joy’s clutches, for it is difficult to imagine not visiting regularly,

A visit to Joy’s den of mischief not far from downtown Seattle begins with the front door opening and a smiling face soon peering around the door to welcome you. The smile becomes increasingly devilish with each successive visit. Once the door closes, you see all 5 ft. nothing of Joy in whatever outfit she has deemed appropriate for the occasion, season or mood, and you get one of the eight hugs that she says every human should receive every day.

Joy uses little rituals to set a mood and ease tension. First is a joint sloshing of tangy mouthwash, which you try not to choke on while laughing with her. Soon you are in her den and are requested to recline on her sofa, or playfully pushed onto it if you delay.  Joy’s next move is to remove your shoes and socks, to disappear momentarily to her kitchen, and to return with a large ceramic bowl filled with warm, soapy water. You are asked to submerge feet in water, where they are lightly scrubbed. The effect is to drain you of all tension, but fingernails are devilishly used on the soles of your feet if the draining of tension has left you staring aimlessly into space. Feet are dried, you receive urgent assistance in removing your remaining clothing (you may have unconsciously been removing it already), and you are sent to an adjoining shower to make body match feet in cleanliness.

By the time you return, Joy has set up her table and you succumb to her ministrations, varyingly inflicted with most every part of her body, or with her whole body, and each piece of clothing that she removes is dragged lightly across you so that you are crystal clear as to what is going on behind your back. Once you are allowed to flip over, because otherwise you will clearly hurt yourself, ministrations continue with all body parts allowable under sensual touch rules, until you uncontrollably cry uncle.

It’s not my style to provide a blow-by-blow beyond the above, although long paragraphs could be written about Joy’s well-practiced touching, teasing, rubbing. Each visit has been a little different so as to generate small surprises. I am a big fan of the long, slow build-up to a draining finish, and Joy is certainly for you if you are similarly inclined. Mischief is one of Joy’s favorite words, and she mischievously reminds me that Joy is into much more than just Healing Touch-- I’m judiciously saving up my courage to eventually find out what that might be about. 

An Erotic Story

Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?

If you’ve met Joy you know that she spends every waking moment trying to make others happy.  She wants to hear what your innermost desires are, and she almost always puts your needs before hers.  In intimate settings this is an easy task for her because the woman is pure sensuality incarnate.  How else would you describe someone that approaches climax as quickly and as often as Joy does?

But this story really begins in early February.  Joy is a constant flirt and has played Anne Bancroft to my Dustin Hoffman since we first chatted several months ago.  Super Bowl weekend was no different.  While we talked something occurred to me.  I’d never heard any tales of someone going to visit her for the expressed purpose of attending to Joy’s desires.  She’d certainly attended to mine in the past.  I felt it was time to return the favor.

A few flirtatious notes of back and forth later, and we’d determined the need for this event to happen.  Due to some issues on my end with timing, I would have to wait a few weeks to make good on my vow.

When the day finally arrived I made my way to Joy’s and arrived right at the top of the hour.  A hug at the door was followed by some chit chat and the standard ritual of the mouthwash toast.  A funny moment occurred while toasting as we watched her little pup enthusiastically violate a toy stuffed animal. 

We sat on the love seat watching the canine spectacle and laughing over the whole thing.  I’m not sure where the rope came from but before I knew it she’d wrapped my *ahem* up and trailed the rest of the rope away in the form of a leash.  I was then led upstairs and ordered to shower quickly so that I could fulfill my promise.

I emerged from the shower donned the collar that was left for me and we made our way to the other room.  It’s at this point that I should mention that Joy is skilled in the art of Shibari.  And she certainly put this skill to good use.  She deftly crafted the rope into a vest/harness that wove from neck to cockles.  Then with both hands she grabbed hold of the harness and gave a few test tugs.  A smile indicated how pleased she was with her work.  A certain lower extremity, filled with a concentration of blood, indicated how pleased I was with it.

Joy then laid herself face down on the massage table and asked if I’d give her a massage.  I happily obliged, and began to work my hands firmly over her back.  Before I knew it she was moaning, then squirming, then...was that an orgasm?  Oh my!

I was informed that she wanted more so on went the latex shield and I clambered onto the table as instructed. The massage was set to continue but now from both outside and in. My hands kneaded her thighs and ass whilst my *ahem* attended to a more intimate region.  Recalling from a previous visit that Joy has a thing for feet I put my gangliness to good use. Her frame is petite and I was there to attend to her needs. So while continuing the attention she was getting internally, I shifted the focus of my hands to her feet. The effort was rewarded with another climax.

We relocated to the bed and spent the remainder of our time succumbing to our more animalistic natures. Positions varied as we writhed, our bodies entwined. There remains a lasting image of Joy astride me. Her hands gripping the Shibari-style harness in an attempt to gain leverage while grinding our torsos together.

There is really so much more about this dynamic lil' pixie that could be said. But none of it would truly do her justice. You'll simply have to find out first hand, and see for yourself.