Fool Me Twice – Choke Me!

6 months before.

It’s Sunday morning, pretty much the same lazy Sunday morning as every other Sunday morning during lockdown.

We wake up loosely entwined, legs or arms wrapped around each other or her lying on my chest   It’s too hot to be fully wrapped around each other..

Who does that in real life anyway?

Is it something you only see on tv or the movies?

Sometimes she’s awake first, but it’s mostly me.    I don’t tend to need the sleep or enjoy a long lie in bed the way she does.

Sometimes she’s asleep first, but it’s mostly me, a few beers, a heavy meal, maybe some cocktails, lots of laughter, maybe sex downstairs and a snuggle in front of the tv as we binge on our current favourite box set.

The Saturday night before we’d been having a lockdown karaoke dance party, My keyboard playing disco classics through the amps and blasting the neighbours. Or it would be If they were close enough to hear.

You know the kinda stuff, disco anthems and dancing round the floor while swapping the mike between us.

I’m every woman

PYT

I Will Survive

Hot Stuff

Play That Funky Music

And that’s before we start on the Abba and Country Classics.

The latter isn’t really my taste, but she likes them so I’m happy to join in and singalong.

Fuck who am I kidding .. I love that Working 9 to 5, Need You Now etc stuff.

But I digress, the point being all was good in the world, or so it seemed.

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Back to Sunday and I wake up on my left shoulder facing away from her. She’s already awake and propped up on her pillows looking at her phone.

She looks at me as I roll over to face her, puts her phone down and comes in for a cuddle, lying on her left hand side, snuggling against my chest, her ample breasts pressed together showing that deep cleavage I love to get my head inbetween and be smothered with.

We chat about the night before, kiss, my erection is slowly growing, wanting some attention. But my mouth is dry and I’m wondering who will blink first and go make a cup of tea.

It’s usually me!

I’m an addict, I can’t help it, but at least I’ve ditched the sugar. Besides if you’d had the night we’d had then I’m sure you’d want some refreshment too. My tongue is slightly sticky and it’s not really good for kissing at the moment.

But my hard-on doesn’t care about my mouth and continues growing, a slight throb starting on the shaft as its now demanding attention.

“Hold my cock” I utter before I’ve even had the time to think about it.

She looks at me, reaches her hand to my shaft and wraps her fingers around it’s length, starting to slowly stroke me up and down an inch or two and more as my boy rises to the occasion.

We kiss passionately, hungrily, her lips soft and wet against mine, tongues searching and I turn to face her, my right hand pulling her face towards mine my left slipping down the front of her silky chemise lifting the material and pulling it up so that her panties are visible and  lifting my head a little to see which ones she’s wearing.

“Nice” .. a totally inadequate word when describing a good looking woman and her underwear,  particularly when she’s lying semi-naked beside you waiting for your next move.

I place the flat of my hand on her mound of Venus,   instantly feeling the heat and the slightest rise of her pelvis towards it.   She’s already feeling horny.

We kiss,   her head raised towards mine,  as I feel the outline of her vagina and begin to gently finger her through the soft cotton material,  her breathing changing .as the intensity increases with the moistness of her panties.

I pull them aside,  gently sliding a finger into the folds of her groove searching for her clit then gently sliding my fingers left and right feeling that small ridge increase in size as she starts to wriggle below,  telling me she wants to feel me inside her.

But I don’t. 

That would be too quick, too easy.

I slide my finger south,  feeling her pussy wet and opening to almost pull my finger inside.   She gasps as I  push one finger  inside to the second knuckle and I make those “come hither” motions,  which always ramps up the intesity and makes her cum quicker.

She’s now fucking my finger,  pushing her pelvis up towards my hand, as I massage  her G-Spot with my pointy finger, then letting its neighbour join in,  fucking her harder,  my thumb softly pressing agaisnt her clit as i fuck her firmly with my hand.    

She’s getting closer.

She stroking my cock,   its rock solid in her hand and I push it away as I don’t want to orgasm too soon when I do fuck her.

“Fuck me” she says,  pulling me towards her.

Well what else can a boy do?

I roll over,  climbing over her left leg,  pushing her right wide,  supporting my weight on my left arm as I pull her panties aside and slowly slide my cock inside her very warm wet silky pussy.

She gasps,  her hands grasping my waist as she pulls me deeper inside her and I fuck her firmly but slowly,   not too fast or too hard for now.

Her breathing intensifies as she starts to wriggle below me as I begin to fuck her in long hard thrusts.

“Fuck me” she says with her hands on my hips,  pulling me inches towards her,  then pushing me away.

“Fuck me” she says as I fuck her harder,  our orgasms getting closer.

I can feel the tension building inside me,  the cum starting to rise in my balls,  as I fuck her harder and harder,  my back arching above her.

She’s reaching orgasm,  her pneumatic pussy pulling me into her as she thrust her hips up towards me.    

She is breathing hard and her chest and cheeks flush red as the corpuscles expand with increased blood flow.

“Fuck me” she says.

“Fuck me!” She commands.

“Choke me!”  and she pulls my left hand onto her neck as I fuck her to orgasm,  my back arching as I shoot my spunk insider her and my eyes close as I lose myself above her.

I’m gone,  lost above her, floating in that little moment of nowhere and nothingness for what seems like an eternity.

After what seems like an age, my eyes open,  looking down at her,  her blue eyes lit up as I’ve seen them before many times but that doesn’t happen all the time.

I bend to kiss her and she puts her arms around my neck pulling me down on top of her as she often does.

But some little voice in my head is asking “Choke me???” 

Where did that come from?   That’s new,   different.    

The thought lingers in my head for a few moments but then she stops kissing me, holds my head in hands, holding my eyes and says “I love you”.

“I love you too”,  I reply and mean it and feel it with all my heart,  we kiss again,   like lovers do,   then I ask her if she’s making the tea.

But that was 6 months ago.

Grab The Moment!

Thats 2 years ago today since I started working from home!

A whole 2 years!

It sounds incredible and who would believe that we would be locked away for so long?

I’d only started in this new job in Edinburgh in January 2020, lockdown started on 7th March and they closed the office and here I am 2 years later, a bit heavier but healthier and certainly a lot less stressed as theres no daily 3 hour commute form Glasgow to Edinburgh.

Anyway, I tend to sit in the lounge with the tv on in the background, usually BBC News or YouTube with music plaiying, piano tutorials, 2 and a half men or Graham Norton.

I usually have it on silent as I’m on calls most of the day, but today I was between calls, typing away when the below clip came on featuring the legend that is Dame Helen Mirren talking about an encounter she had with a very very drunken Keith Moon ( of The Who ) just before she was about to go on stage.

Give it a watch .. but the most important thing that resonated with me, particularly as we are now getting out of lockdown in the UK is … Grab The Moment!

Life is short, don’t hesitate, we’ve had hibernation forced upon us for far too long .. now get out there and live .. no holding back

Grab every moment and cherish it.

Time To Leave The Luxurious Prison Cell!

No days out
No concerts
No theatre
No dancing
No curries
Or fine dining

No holidays
No cruises 
No city breaks
No sunny beaches
No airport lounges
Or duty free

No commuting 
No office 
No family 
No friends 
No football
Or jam sessions

New kitchen
New bathroom
New decking
New porch
New fireplace
New granddaughter 

What a year it’s been, well almost 2 years of Covid restrictions, lockdowns, travel limited, locked away for most of it, no theatre, concerts or dancing.

Some of its good, some heavy handed.

The current year has emphasised the vast differences in remuneration and living standards between the people providing frontline health services, non medical key workers and those of us fortunate enough to work from home.

Those differences need to be addressed. We also need to build reserves of PPE for any future outbreak without passing outlandish contracts to cronies because we are living in desperate times.

I consider myself very fortunate to be one of the latter group. That’s emphasised as my children and partners including a nurse, doctor and police officer, have all had Covid.

It’s out there, it’s real and if you’re elderly, obese or have underlying health issues the consequences could be fatal. No wonder people have been scared and closing themselves away.

Personally, I’m loving working from home, no daily 3 hour commute to Edinburgh, no up at 6am, on the train at 7am and back home at 7pm feeling constantly tired.

But the downside is the restrictions have at times put a kibosh on having a “normal” life.

Well they did for first year as the numbers in hospital and the death toll rocketed

As the vaccine rollout began, numbers dropped and things began to open up again.

As last year drew an end Omicron became the dominant strain and Delta cases have dropped dramatically.

That is particularly good news as catching Omicron doesn’t lead to the same number of hospitalisations or deaths as Delta.

Even better news is that the antibodies and T-Cell responses produced by Omicron provide a natural resistance to the more serious Delta strain.

The following video by Doctor John Campbell is interesting viewing and I’ve been watching his content over the course of the pandemic.

He cuts through the nonsense and politics and provide a critique of the medical research in layman terms.

So looks like although Covid is here to stay, we might be getting near a point where we just need to face it and get back to leading a normal life.

Only downside is I might need to start going back into the office!

Bummer! 😀

Happy New Year to you and yours!

When Life Was a ( Sea) Breeze – Lets Stick Together?

I’ve been thinking now for a long time
How to go my own seperate way
It’s a shame to think about yesterday a shame
We’ve been running round in our present state
Hoping help would come from above
But even angels there make the same mistakes in love

I’m a Bryan Ferry / Roxy Music fan, I have been since I was kid and loved the upbeat, glam, madness of their music and their image. A decadent image that a teenage boy could only dream about living in a dreary Glasgow slum.

I remember buying the Lets Stick Together album by Bryan Ferry in the early 80s because I liked the single of the same name, it was a floor filler then and still is. But then being majorly disappointed because, well some of the songs like the above Sea Breezes are very introvert and bordering on morous.

Life back then was a breeze, it was so much siimpler and we had it all ahead of us, fun and dancing and no thoughts of mistakes in love and going our own seperate ways, obviously that followed in time and only a few years later that would change and I’ve had more than enough of that angst in my world, sometimes good, sometimes bad .. but life goes on.

Now I find myself 40 years later with that song echoing in m head with a new appreciation.

If we could only go back and speak to our younger self and say .. don’t .. just fucking don’t!!! 🙂

But what if our 20 year older self could come back and speak to us today, what advice would they give us?

It’s simple really, trust your instincts .. you know what is right in your heart.

The difficulty is in accepting that and having the courage to follow it through.

Change is difficult, its much easier to stay the same, to Stick Together but we all make mistakes. Even angels.

Ain’t it Funny How Time Slips Away?

Well, hello there
My, it’s been a long, long time
How am I doin’?
Oh, well, I guess I’m doin’ fine
It’s been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Mmm, ain’t it funny how time slips away?

Hello Blog, how you been?

I’ve been doing fine, what a year its been?

Covid? What Covid? I’ve been mainly working from home and only recently starting to get out to play again.

To be honest, working from home beats the daily commute to Edinburgh, do I miss my colleagues .. Err .. Nope! 🙂

Hows the love life?

Well been a bit of a year on that front too, ups, down, stories to tell which will remain untold .. maybe / mostly.

Life is an experience, I’m sure you agree, I’m looking forward to writing some stories again .. its cathartic .. but what do we write about? .. mainly experienced based I supplose .. good and bad .. the joy and the pain.

Talking of joy, I’m now the proud Grandad of a 5 month old baby girl. Leah. she’s beautiful and I couldn’t be prouder.

5 months already, healthy, alert, getting bigger, more responsive and aware of her surroundings.

Gee ain;t it funny how time slips away.

A Small Step To Normality

I had my first Covid vaccine shot this week.

It was the AstroZeneca vaccine, a painless jab in the arm at lunchtime, no adverse effect that day but the hot sweats overnight and a bit sluggish until the following afternoon.

But that’s a good thing as our body recognises the simulated viral threat and starts to produce antibodies to identify and attack any future threats.

I will admit to feeling a little elated, like a massive weight has been lifted, that it’s a first step to getting out of lockdown and back to normality.

It’s not a licence to go back out and about yet, but it’s a first step along the way.

Have a look at the vaccine development, It’s a fascinating insight starting with the lead virus investigator Professor Teresa Lambe receiving the DNA profile early one Saturday morning and working all weekend to design the vaccine.

In her pyjamas! Love that!

It’s an insight into the process of design, development and manufacture of the most minute, complex, life impacting structures that we as humans can imagine.

These scientists are true geniuses , allowing us to identify threats at our most basic biological level and defend ourselves against them.

It’s very humbling to watch. This is the iPlayer link to the BBC documentary.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m000qdzd

Also note the amount of senior female involvement from lead virus investigator, senior lab manager and overall programme manager.

Never underestimate womankind!

More reading ..

https://www.ukri.org/our-work/tackling-the-impact-of-covid-19/vaccines-and-treatments/oxford-vaccine-produces-strong-immune-response/

Do You really Want To Change The World?

That’s a year since lockdown started in the UK.

A year since society divided into groups of those who were fortunate to be able to work from home and those who either due to their occupation ( eg. Doctors, Nurses, Care Workers, Supply Chain Workers ) had to work to support the rest of us, or self-employed or lower paid workers without an employment contract who had to work just to make a living.

I consider myself fortunate to be in the first group, designing systems for an investment company. No more 3 hour daily commute to Edinburgh with associated travel costs. I have to admit that I love working from home and don’t have a problem being trapped in my fairly luxurious prison cell with my once a week food delivery.

Yes it’s isolated, its been frustrating at times not just being able to go out and about and do all the things that we would take for granted like going to see friends and family, concerts or the pub. I’ve never been so glad to have a decent garden to enjoy the space and sunshine when it occasionally comes to this part of the world.

Its a huge difference from my upbringing in a Glasgow slum with mum, dad and 5 sons in a one bedroom tenement with no hot water and an outside toilet. Working in Banking is a long way from being an apprentice engineer in the Glasgow shipyards.

You might say I’m lucky. But I don’t believe in luck.

Only fools believe in luck. You keep buying that lottery ticket and keep your fingers crossed.

Only the weak believe in entitlement, you have no right to succeed, you make it for yourself in this world.

Personally, I prefer to educate myself, gain experience and make the most of the opportunities that come when you’ve did all the necessary ground work. Repeat as necessary until you get to where you want to be.

Do you want to change the world, or even just change your own circumstances? Then stop thinking your entitled to earn a decent living, Stop thinking that you’re going to be handed it on a plate.

The only way you can change is to educate yourself and work hard.

Perseverance is a must.

Opportunity doesn’t just come to your door. You need to make it for yourself and have the skills when it does.

It really is down to you.

Of course, if you feel hard done by, if you think the world owes you a living, your attitude is already holding you back.

If you really want to change the world, stop bleating about it and educate yourself, then educate your family, guide them in how to be successful and the world will change.

It’s already changing. It always will. Embrace it, Evolve or be left behind.

In a Neat Little Town They Call Belfast!

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The song Black Velvet Band which I’ve always loved starts .with the lines ..

In a neat little town they call Belfast,
apprenticed to trade I was bound
and manys the hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town

Well, thats tnot entirely true, I was born and bred in Glasgow and served an apprenticeship in the Glasgow shipyards as an engineer then draughtmand before going to uni and changing career to IT and now designing banking systems..

But having an Irish heritage and going to the old family place at Clady near Portglenone as kid I’ve found memories of Ireland. and currently in the process of applying for an Irish passport having an Irish grand-parent.

Anything to get away from this Brexit madness and be able to travel in the EU without any hassle at borders.

But what a weekend that was. … a long overdue trip to Belfast with the tall blonde and my cousin Christine and her husband Jack.

A couple of nights in that fine, vibrant city, which was amazingly busy considering we are in the middle of a global pandemic and a supposed lockdown.

There really are some fine bars and resturants, to enjoy and as luck would have it, we started at the top. The Observatory Bar on the top floor of the Grand Central Hotel is the highest bar in Ireland with great views over the city including the famous landmarks of the cranes of Harland and Wolff shipyard were the Titanic was built.

The highest bar with prices to match .. 55 quid for a bottle of rosie .. aaallch!

But you have to remember where you are and that you’re on holiday.

Robinsons Bistro on Great Victoria Street is also worth a visit, more traditional, with booths, good food at reasonable prices.

The main purpose of the journey was a trip to the old family place in Clady which we did on Saturday and it was like bathing yourself in history and the memories of Granda and family coming flooding back.

We parked at the Watermill Bar, formerly John O’Kanes were we used to go with Granda or walkd down on our ownfor a bottle of soda and crossed the street to the river Bann were we used to swim as kids.

Seeing a few gentlemen standing at the new angling club, we walked over and asked them for directions,, explainging that we were looking for the olf family place.

Whats your family name .. asks one of the men?

Wheen i told him, he says thats my name!

Wow, whats the chances of that! He took us up to the old family house pictured above and introduced us to the family now living there, who remembered us from 50 years ago when we last visitted.

We all took a walk about top the Holy Cross on Moneyshagen hill were we used to play. It was like going back in time, so many memories coming back into my mind.

Got to tell you, I was a bit choked when i met an old auntie of mine Brigid and wish we hadn’t left going over for so long.

Cheating to Remain, Cheating to Leave?

You’ve heard the old adage that men give love for sex and women giuve sex for love?

Obviously, as Billy says,  both of these premises can’t be 100% correct and someone isn’t being honest.

I’ve just read and watched an interesting article on love, sex, masturbation, cheating and lonlieness by the very elegant Maureen MCGrath.

Cheating, Lonlieness, Sex

The article has an interesting twist on that concept that I’ve thought about and occasionally written about on here.

That men cheat to remain in a relationship and women cheat to leave theirs.

The article goes on to explain how not to be unfaithful in a relationship including the use of masturbation and pornography.

Well worth a read,  not just for the insight,  but for the laughs too.

 

 

 

Scaring Off That Big Black Dog.

Somewhere out there,  they are there,  alone,  lonely,  miserable bordering on depressed but they say nothing and if you ask,  they say that “they’re fine.”

“It’s okay not to be okay “.. became a mantra often repeated on social media in the past few years..

But is it really okay not to be okay?

How do you know when your friend,  colleague or family member says that “they’re fine”.

Another popular one .. i would rather listen to your problems than your eulogy.

Sounds cliched,  a sound-bite to like or share on social media,  but what are you actually going to do about it?

Late one night on a camping trip,   when the drinking and singing had settled down to a chilled quiet talk round the fire,   a good friend of mine confessed to having the Black Dog of depression following him.

I’d never heard of the term before and asked him to explain.