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It’s taken a year but I finally have a guest post from Stranded! The first, but hopefully not the last. I asked for his thoughts on voyeurism…

Dateline 1979, August…well, August-ish…Calgary, Alberta, Canada

The sun was going down relatively early, which puts the time in late August…Calgary may have more sunny days than any other major Canadian city, but the hours of sunlight dwindle quickly with Rocky Mountains blocking it out.

Our bikes were strewn behind the local Gulf Petro Station on the southeast corner of Fairmont and Southland Drives in the Willow Park section of Southeast Calgary. About ten of us stood huddled, scanning the pages in our hidden lair as though we were hungry dogs that had just been tossed a veggie burger…it looked like meat, but we were not quite sure yet.

One of the boys had found a “nudie magazine”. Playboy, in fact, from April of 1979 that he had stolen from under his brother’s bed and brought for us all to see.

We were not supposed to see that.

We really should look away.

…but we just could not.

That was just before my ninth birthday and, already, voyeurism had me in its clutches. I just had no idea how much of a grasp the concept had on me.

“Quite so. He sees, but he does not observe.” – Sherlock Holmes (played by Michael Caine in Without a Clue)

We all rubber neck at car accidents, natural disasters and Toronto Maple Leaf hockey games…why would seeing the taboo acts of a sensual nature be any different? We all like to watch. We all like a show. The multi-billion dollar porn industry is banking on each of us having a voyeuristic streak to one degree or another.

Let us skip ahead to Mississauga, Ontario, Canada in February of 1991. My friend, Richard, decides he is going to introduce me to something risqué. We drove east along Derry Road to the Northeast Mississauga where Lester B. Pearson International Airport resides, and headed north on Torbram Road. There was housed the Million Dollar Saloon…a strip club, for lack of a better term. That evening, a young woman (older than me) name Teagan danced for me at Richard’s expense…as she danced shockingly close with her look, but do not touch private lap dance.

For the record, the club is still there and has become quite notorious as part of Mississauga’s “trinity clubs” for having a reputation of bawdy houses more than strip joints. The shock of seeing a naked woman, that was one thing…I had obviously seen that before…but the fact she was dancing, trying to get a rise out of me specifically and I did not even have to buy her a drink while I just sat back and watched. I recall very little of the stage show, however…

Looking but not touching…seeing the taboo things that should not be seen…it was exciting. It was exhilarating. It showed a side of myself that I did not understand. Like porn, the entire business of stripping is based upon voyeurism…all these clubs where we go and watch the fantasy of what could be.

Another skip ahead…early 2013…along Lake Shore Blvd. in Southwest Toronto. We park the car and find the glass doors of the club, which open upon steps descending beneath the street level and into the club where dance music booms. Being our first time, the reception desk clerk asked us, “You are aware this is a swingers club, right? I know it sounds silly but I have to ask.” A tour, a few drinks, and a few dances later, the back play area opens up and assaults our senses with the dreams of voyeurs everywhere. To see the actual sex act, not depicted on pages nor fantasized about on a strip club stage…but watching one man we had met at the bar kneeling before his date while she screamed at his tongue work. Watching another couple as she crouched and lowered herself onto his erection for all in attendance to watch.

This place is where exhibitionists come to entertain voyeurs. A meeting of those wanting to watch with those wanting to be watched.

What a glorious concept.

It was the first time I discovered that being watched, for me, is even more fun than watching…at least on this level. Being I write erotica, in one sense, I was already well aware of this, but this place took it to an entirely new level.

I digress, however, as exhibitionism is a discussion for another time.

Voyeurism, however…the thrill of watching others play…others join in…even watching my own lover as she accepted another man’s erection into her mouth…it took 42 years to find the level of voyeurism I wanted. I still want more.

Watching sex is easy…it sells everything, so extremely easy to find. Pushing the envelope to find that level one is most comfortable with, however…that is the adventure.

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30 Minutes in Heaven ~ A

This is a repost of A’s submission to The Fellatio Project on Stranded In Toronto. It is his telling of a first experience. The original post can be found here: http://strandedintoronto.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/30-minutes-in-heaven/

I don’t think I will ever forget that first time. Truth is, I don’t believe anyone ever forgets their first.

I had only known Steven for a few weeks but he seemed like a decent guy. I was immediately attracted to him. He came out to me pretty much right away. Being in the scene for a while gave him that kind of confidence. I had returned the favour, feeling comfortable and safe enough to trust him from the start.

It was a Friday night and we were in his basement watching tv, just hanging out waiting for everyone else to show up for a party. We sat on opposite ends of the couch. Having never been with another guy before, I was still a little shy and nervous about it.

a_kiss_of_permenance_by_heisaspySteven got up to get himself a Smirnoff Ice cooler, our drink of choice for the party, and when he returned he not so subtly sat down next to me. He made his intentions crystal clear when he leaned in, grabbed my cock, then kissed me rough and hard when I turned in shock to face him. Not a bad kind of shock, more pleasant surprise. He was obviously more experienced with other men than I was.

After some intense making out we were both erect and ready for more. He asked if I was ready for it, and I couldn’t help but say yes. I was craving a taste of him. It was exhilarating, I wanted to please him with everything in me. I was exhilarated. In pure ecstasy the second I took him in my mouth and my heart was beating a mile a minute. Excitement. Fear. Anticipation. The emotions surrounding me were almost too much.

He was bigger than I had anticipated, close to 7.5 inches. After trying to take him all and almost choking I realised I would need to focus on the head and let my hands go to work on his thick shaft. Once I started stimulating him both manually and orally he was squirming and moaning a lot more. I knew I was on to something genius.

It felt like we had been there but mere moments, although the clock showed that more than 20 minutes had passed. I looked up at him, asking when people would arrive and if some might walk in on us. He just smiled and said that we’d have plenty of time then gently, but firmly, forced me back to his cock. That moment, knowing he wanted me, knowing what I was doing to him, I was swarmed with such feelings of pride and sexual dominance. It was pure joy.

After continuing to suck and play a while more I could sense he was almost finished when his breathing became more shallow and rapid. I was thankful. My jaw was just about ready to go numb from being open and used for so long. Just as he was about to cum I suddenly got a little scared. I was completely unprepared I wondered how strong his cum would hit my throat, and how much would there be. Up to this point I had only ever been on the other end of this situation.

I soon ran out of time to be worried. As he screamed in euphoric pleasure and I felt his hot, sweet, sticky cum hit my mouth, I instantly wanted more. The feel of his long hard penis pumping his cum into my mouth was almost too much for me to take. I was so worked up that I almost came myself. After he was finished I sat there with my face still buried in his lap, kissing his cock, silently thanking it for giving me one of the few memories I knew I’d take with me forever.

He was quick to return the favour, which didn’t take long as I was so worked up already. After I was finished we sat there and held each other, softly kissing until his doorbell rang and the party started. Throughout the night we’d lock eyes and smile knowing that what had happened was our dirty little secret, and that the good times were only just beginning.

I have not again been as proud of myself, sexually, as I was that day. I had finally made another man cum, something I thought I would never have the chance to do. The best part was knowing he had enjoyed it as much as I did.

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This is what happened after Her Fetish.

He was very proud of her. She had greeted him just as he had told her to, wearing one of his white dress shirts and nothing else. This one didn’t fit him now of course, but damn she looked mighty fine in it. She did a wonderful job of taking control of the moment too. He did push, to see if she would falter, but she was a good girl and didn’t let him take over.

She is a most wonderful cock sucker. From the very first time her lips touched his cock he knew it was something she thoroughly enjoyed. Not like so many other women who felt they had to do it. No, she wanted it. More so, she craved it. If he were to give her the choice of activity she would choose sucking his cock to most anything else.

He was going to show her just how much he loved her, how much he missed her while he had been away. He knew it was hard on her with him on the road so much lately. There was a lot of time to make up for. There were punishments to be doled and rewards to be reaped, but first he was going to work on fixing a problem. She would soon remember who was really in charge.

Leading her to the bedroom he found she had once again obeyed his instruction. He was impressed with how well she was taking to this new dynamic in their relationship. She had laid out all the items he had told her to. Everything neatly arranged on the side of the bed. He wondered how excited she had been, how wet, pulling each piece and setting the scene.

white_shirt_by_mallorkaThe bed had been made with those deep blue sheets they had picked up on their last trip to Paris. Indigo she had called them. All he knew was that they were luxurious and she loved them. Anything to help make her more comfortable as he took her on this journey of discovery. Blue sheets and an old dress shirt were her comfort items.

Today he was going to reintroduce her to bondage with the new restraints. He knew she was still weary of it after her first time with that bloody bloke who nearly killed her. That had happened long before they met but it still haunted her. He wanted to send those old memories packing. This time he was going to show her how wonderful it could be.

He had purchased a leather set with wrist and ankle cuffs, adjustable tethers, and a blindfold. There was also a ball gag, but that would have to wait for another time. He hadn’t told her to forgo the gag so she had included it with the rest of the items. Even though it scared her more than anything he had ever witnessed, she still obeyed when he had told her to take the restraints out. He now put the gag back in the drawer.

Where earlier she had been eager and full of confidence, fear has since come to rest within her. She has crawled onto the bed and sits there now, on her knees, waiting for him to apply the restraints. Her breath haggard as she struggles with the demons inside.

“It’s ok baby, I am not going to hurt you. This time will be different. Just trust me.”

“I do.” she says, looking up into his eyes. And with those two little words she begins to relax.

The leather is so very soft on her wrists and ankles. She had expected it to be much harsher against her delicate skin. He had obviously put a lot of thought and money into this. She was thankful for many things, not the least of which was this wonderfully thoughtful and caring man she called husband.

With the restraints now on, he helps her to her back on the bed before adding the blindfold. He can still see the fear in her eyes and reiterates that she is going to be ok, that he is going to take care of her. She closes her eyes and lets him put the blindfold on.

He grazes her cheek lightly, then holds her a moment as he kisses her. Slowly, tenderly, his hands move over her body caressing and massaging gently along every curve, every dimple. His hands are followed by a trail of kisses that do not miss a spot. Even her cute little belly button gets invaded by his finger and tongue. He can feel her beginning to relax under his touch. This pleases him. He smiles.

He now reaches that hot spot between her legs. The dripping wetness from earlier had subsided but it is building again. She has let go of the fear and only arousal remains. He feels the heat rising within her. He knows how to push the right buttons.. how to flick his tongue against her clit.. how to lick and suckle it.. how to move his fingers inside of her until she gushes her sweet juices.

He teases first, just the tip of his tongue at her opening. She wants more. She tries to move her hips but the restraints won’t let her. She is at his mercy. He hears her whimper as she fails to get him inside her. She is dripping now. Hot sweet juices drenching her pussy. She is quickly reaching her limit. Again she tries to move her hips. Still nothing. Another whimper escapes.

He delves deep into her, her juices covering his face, his chin. His hands join in, fingers sliding in and out, first one then two. Come hither they say, and she does. Her whimper becomes loud moans of pleasure, her body bucks in orgasm and she gushes, body twitching uncontrollably, her wetness covering everything.

He undoes her cuffs, pulls a sheet up around her, and holds her. Stroking her hair, soothing her as her body begins to come down from its high. The blindfold stays on as she is not yet ready to come back to reality. It also serves as protection from the bright sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window.

“Good Girl” he says, still soothing her. “Good Girl.”

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Her Fetish

This is what happened after Beware Strangers and Gags.

She sits on the bottom step dressed in nothing more than one of his white dress shirts, cuffs rolled and the fewest of buttons done. No panties. No bra. Her nipples are hard and free and the heat between her legs is rising. Her cunt, just like her mouth, is aching for him. She has been craving him all day… his touch, his scent, his taste… She wants him, all of him, every inch, every drop.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAHe has been away for far too long and although she can barely stand the wait herself, she wants to take her time and reacquaint herself with his body. Slowly, ever so slowly, taking her time with every inch, but first she wants to…

The doorbell rings and she jumps, disturbed from her sensual reverie.

She opens the door to him. He leans in for a kiss as she closes and latches the door. She does not desire any uninvited guests this evening. She desires only him.

He pushes her up against the wall and kisses her hard. There is an urgency in his kiss, a need to be closer to her, to engulf her, to consume her. To say he wants her too would be an understatement. He holds her close, hands flat and firm against her back. Then he reaches up, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back and slightly to the side so her neck is exposed to him. She lets out a soft moan as he gently kisses, then nibbles, her neck.

She unzips his coat and puts her arms inside, wrapping them around him. His scent intoxicates her. The warmth from his body feels so good. It spreads through her and calms her, grounds her to this moment. She moves down and deftly undoes his leather belt then the top button of his Levi’s. One arm goes back to hugging around his waist while the other massages his growing hardness through his jeans.

Now it’s his turn. He lets out a low carnal moan as they kiss and their tongues explore the depths of each other’s mouths. Ice blue eyes focus on her own bewitching hazel ones as she continues to fondle him.

Her hands now make quick work of the remaining buttons, pushing both his jeans and boxer briefs down slightly to free his erection. She has missed this beautiful piece of him. It is perfection.

Pushing him back against the door, she kneels and gently takes him fully into her mouth, slowly releasing, then in again… and out … Her tongue flicks the tip and laps at his shaft as she does. His erection grows fully, bigger, firmer. She takes her time with him for a slow build to his first orgasm with her in weeks. This is her fetish and she wants to savor it.

Hands continue to fondle as she releases him, goes lower, and leisurely licks a path from scrotum to tip. Lightly at first then again with more force, stopping to take each of his balls into her mouth and sucking before coming back to the tip and taking him in again. His pre-cum is already dripping. Another moan and he gasps as she sucks the pre-cum from him, playing with the underside of his penis, then she takes him in again and releases with teeth gently teasing from base to tip. This is what she’s been longing to hear, his moans of pleasure.275px-c3a9douard-henri_avril_20

He reaches down to guide her, to grab her hair and fuck her mouth. His hips thrust his hard cock into her, to the back of her throat. She takes his hands in each of her own and holds them down against the back of his thighs. She is the one in control. She won’t make him wait too long though.

She tilts her head back and looks up at him, seeing the plea in his eyes, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, her throat. Her leisurely pace picks up as she senses his orgasm coming. She is hungry for him now. She licks and sucks and pushes. She wants to taste him. Now.

She releases his hands and grabs his naked ass forcing him into her, forcing herself onto him. She knows what he wants, what he needs. She tightens her lips around his cock, sucking him in, then lets go of his ass and grabs the base of his cock with her left hand, cupping his balls and squeezing. With her right she rubs the sensitive line between his balls and ass with a firm pressure. His breath quickens, he thrusts into her, and an “oh fuck” escapes just as his cum fills her mouth.

He tastes so damn good. She wants to be greedy but she can’t. She promised. With her mouth still full of his cum she stands up and kisses him deeply, passionately, and completely.

His hand finds her hot aching cunt and his fingers slide easily in. She can feel her own sweet juices running down her thighs.

“Hi” she whispers into his ear.

“Hello” he says, smiling back at her.

This story has also been submitted to The Fellatio Project on Stranded In Toronto.

The lovely Kayla Lords has chosen this piece as her first guest post on her blog A Sexual Being.

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Author’s note: The second part of a collaboration with my friends Eva St. James, who writes here, and Chris McC, who writes here. Thank you both for working on this with me. If you missed the beginning of the story you can catch up with Perceptions.

“Are you Ben?” the blonde haired beauty asked, weaving slightly. “I’m Jill, Megan sent me up. She’ll be back in a minute.”

Ben opened the door and Jill stepped through. She was wearing a diaphanous pink sheath and carried a pair of silver high heels hooked over her fingers.

“We were on our way up, but she was delayed in the games room. Tobias and Jeremy wanted to take her on in a game of poker pool,” Jill said, looking around the small room. Ben fought the fuzz that was still wrapped around his brain as the petite female plopped herself down in the comfy armchair by the window. “She said I should come on up and have a drink, introduce myself.”

Jill asked if he had anything to drink, and Ben obliged with a glass of wine. As his senses began to wake, he became more and more aware of how beautiful she was. Petite, yet perfectly voluptuous, platinum blonde hair cut short, eyes so green they didn’t look real. He was fascinated by her. He was sure Megan had chosen her in contrast to herself. His wife was tall and brunette, with a slim athletic build.

“So, what are you into,” Ben asked, in the way of an ice breaker, but also to get an idea of where the evening’s encounter would go. “Are you looking for a …”

“I like couples,” she cut him short. “I am here because I like both men and women, preferably at the same time. I don’t mean to sound too awfully business-like, crass some would say, but that really is the truth of it. When I am with a woman, just the two of us, I find myself wanting to be fucked by a man. When I am with a man I always wish there was a woman there to touch me, you know, the way only a woman can. So, I take advantage of opportunities like this where I can enjoy both.”

Ben’s mind went immediately to an image of Jill atop Megan on the bed in a 69 position, him crawling up between Jill’s legs to fuck her from behind while her face was in his wife’s pussy. A personal favorite of his, right up there with Gentleman Jack whiskey and cashmere scarfs. The thought brought a noticeable jerk to his cock.

“Aren’t you here with someone? A guy?” he asked, wondering what was taking Megan so long.

“Mitchell,” Jill answered, pulling off her long crystal earrings. “He is passed out in our room. It would seem the long day of skiing and toddies at the lodge have caught up with him. I think it may be time to cut him loose as he doesn’t seem to have the stamina to keep up with me and stay in the game like he used to.”

As she spoke she never took her eyes off Ben, looking him straight in the eye the whole time. It made everything she said seem secret, suggestive. He found he did not want to wait for Megan to return to the room.

They had a rule of not playing without the other but lately that rule had been becoming looser. Ben had found her on occasion making out with someone at a party without his prior knowledge. She had also discovered him on the receiving end of an impromptu blow job from the husband of a woman they had been talking to at the club.

A bit of a warm up didn’t seem like a bad idea to him at the moment so Ben walked over to Jill, went to his knees, and took one of her tiny feet into his expert hands.

“Those shoes must have been hurting,” he said, kneading the sole of her right foot. Her toenails were painted a red so deep it appeared almost black. ”You have beautiful feet, so small and perfect.”

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the chair, softly moaning. “That feels so good,” she whispered. “I am a sucker for a good foot rub.”

“Just the feet?”

“You want to rub more?”

His hands released and quickly slipped up her legs.  “Absofuckinglutely.”  Leaning forward, his hands moved further up, to her thighs, and made short work of her panties, pushing them aside.

An appreciative hum slipped from Jill’s lips as she felt his fingers slide inside of her.  Her smile blossomed hearing the zip sound of his free hand working to unleash what was in his pants.  Straightening her head she began to sit up.  “Don’t mind if I do,” she said leaning forward and pushing his hand away.  Her own hands slipped into his pants and quickly past the elastic band of his briefs, slipping his already formed erection into the open air. She kissed the tip of it, hard and swirled her tongue around the tip. She then traced down his shaft with the tip of her tongue.

“I love this part,” he moaned.

“I bet you do.”  A quick tug sent the single button that had been holding his pants closed spiraling into the air like escaping popcorn from an air-popper.  Returning to the top, she kissed his erection again…but this time parted her lips to allow him deep into her mouth.

Ben, at first, rested his hand on the back of her head.  Slowly his fingers gathered hair and unintentionally he controlled her pace.  Then four words came from his lips in a breathy whisper, “I’m going to cum.”

Jill, much to Ben’s surprise, did not stop…in fact, she increased the pace and made audible moans herself sensing her power over him.  She wanted the warm and bitter liquid in her mouth.  She coaxed it, milked it.

With the feeling of the first eruption, it occurred to Ben that no woman had accepted his cum in this manner prior… not even his wife… and astonished as he was, he would have been more shocked had he realized just how often Jill would be doing this for him going forward.

Jill, erection still in mouth, smiled around it and again swirled her tongue over the tip before finally releasing her prey.

“On your back,” Ben said in a soft commanding tone.  “I am hungry.”

Her tongue gave her lips a quick once over to pick up a stray cum strand trying to escape.  “Yes, sir,” she said and followed his instruction.

As Jill got up to move to the bed, she unhooked her dress and let it drop to the floor. Standing in front of him completely naked, Ben was mesmerized by her pure beauty. How could he be so smitten? He didn’t even know her. He didn’t care. At this moment all he wanted was more.

Ben climbed onto the bed, sliding down to her thighs. He breathed her in, the scent of her sweet and intoxicating. He could devour her in one fell swoop, he could, but he wanted to take his time and savour every second, every sweet wet moment.

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Author’s note: I had an idea to do a collaborative piece and found two friends to help me in this endeavor. I would like to credit my friends, Eva St. James, and Chris McC for their collaborative effort in writing this series with me. Find her writing here, and his here. Thank you both.


“What?” she asked as she looked down at her pretty new sandals. A rainbow of colored straps on a wedge heel, she thought they were cute. They did compliment her sunshine yellow shirt and white denim shorts nicely, not to mention how they complimented her lean dancer legs.

“Jill, you can’t wear those, you are going to break an ankle or something.”

Ben was so frustrated with his girlfriend this morning. It was becoming most mornings these days. She just didn’t seem to get it. Yes he wanted her to look good, which she could pretty much do wearing a burlap sack, but there comes a time when logic rules.

How could she seriously think those were appropriate to wear for a hike along the escarpment?

They had gone hiking on the escarpment many times. There was a special spot they would often wander off to which was secluded from the main trail. A bit of a climb, without proper footwear they wouldn’t be able to get there. He was in a mood and wanted, no, needed to do something about it.

It was Jill’s looks that initially drew him to her. He couldn’t deny she was a gorgeous girl. Naturally sun-kissed skin, bright green eyes, a smile that could light up the night and legs that go on forever, she was a looker all right. He was lucky to have such a stunning girlfriend and he knew it.

Ben was more the geeky math club type. He wasn’t big and muscular, he wasn’t tanned and handsome. He felt his smile was still as crooked and awkward as it was back in junior high. He was smart though. Smart enough to know that having a beautiful woman beside him would increase his desirability to the people. As a politician some things are all about perception.

“Ben, this isn’t about the hike. You should know that,” Jill said, strapping the second sandal onto her left foot and grabbing her purse. “It’s about the walk down the street and to the car to get there. It’s about the voters that will be out this morning, Saturday morning, enjoying the beautiful morning at the farmer’s market. Lots of hands to shake, people to impress.”

He couldn’t deny that he had thought about the people he might encounter on the way. He had also thought about when they first met, long before he ran for city council, before he considered a stab at the mayoral race and where that might lead him, before they cared about image or public perception.

Back then, more often than not, their hikes would lead to sweaty couplings near a rock overhang under a stand of pine trees. Endorphins running rampant made them keenly aware of the smell of each other, the nearness of the others’ body. That adrenaline rush would not be taking place if Jill had to take tiny steps, careful not to damage herself or her pretty new sandals.

Ben came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, cupping her breasts.

“I thought maybe we could have, uh, lunch al fresco,” he said softly, knowing his breath on the side of her throat would get a reaction. It did. He felt her nipples go hard. “You know, like we used to . . .”

“At our special spot,” Jill finished, her eyes closing, picturing the scene, remembering. “Those were some fun times.”

“We were always ready, then, weren’t we?”

Reality seemed to hit them both at the same second. They broke away from each other, the moment lost.

Ben tugged at his jacket, like Picard about to give orders. His hazel eyes ran across her as memories flooded his mind further. His mind wandered back to the night they had first met.

After a day of skiing and drinks at Keystone Mountain Lodge, the party at a condo in nearby Dillon, Colorado became the main event. He was still with Megan, his wife at the time, and Jill had come to the party with her boyfriend, Mitchell. The quaint town of snow swept streets and tiny boutiques was rather unaware of how many keys were in the bowl at that party.

Ben had been given room seven, of ten. The condo, one could hardly call it a condo, was in essence a mansion and his room, with the piece of foolscap and a thick “7” drawn in black marker hanging from the door, was near the far end of the second floor. Inside the room were overstuffed pillows done in purple silk fabric that would have made Prince proud.

It was not his first rodeo, so he was quite calm when he first heard the knock. He opened the door and smiled down at a petite brunette and into his wife’s grinning face. “Oh, come on!” he exclaimed with a laugh.

Megan giggled. “I’ll go pick again.”

They exchanged a quick kiss, and he slapped her ass as she turned back to the long carpeted hallway toward the stairs. He watched the wiggle of her ass as she walked before closing the door again.

He may have watched longer had he realized that would be the last time he would see her alive. No matter what anyone said, the snowplow driver was not psychic… the snowplow driver who ran a very drunk and naked Megan over in the early hours of the following morning. It was hard losing her, and hard to explain why she was even in that condition in the middle of the barren snow swept town.

Unaware of what was to come, Ben sat at the foot of the bed and waited. Already feeling numb from a few drinks, his eyes began to feel heavy and he lay back on the bed. This time, the knock made him jump.

He blinked a few times in a poor attempt to wake up as he stood to open the door again. Opening the door, however, he found himself looking down at cleavage before his gaze went higher to find the bright green eyes that were about to change his life.

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Originally posted on Stranded In Toronto and can be found here: http://strandedintoronto.wordpress.com/2012/06/27/casual/


  1. Relaxed and unconcerned.
  2. Happening by chance; fortuitous
  3. Without definite or serious intention; careless or offhand; passing
  4. Irregular; occasional
Noun: A person who does something irregularly: “a number of casuals became regular customers”.
Synonyms: accidental – incidental – fortuitous – occasional – unforeseen – random

We’re single but we’re lovers, crazy for each other, just your typical hardcore, casual sex

Tell a guy you just want to be casual and he’s all over it. No questions asked. He’s all in before you can even get the words out of your mouth. Tell a girl the same and you are likely to get a very different reaction. Not always, but definitely more often than not. Why is that?

It’s because she has some false sense of righteousness, decency, which I am sure has been ingrained in her from an early age, by a Mother who taught her that “good girls don’t act that way.” It isn’t necessarily because she doesn’t want to be casual. It’s because she was taught that some white knight in shining armor was going to sweep her off her feet and love her until death do they part, and she doesn’t want to settle for less. What if that white knight said, “Hey babe, you’re pretty cool. How about we just play casual and fuck a while, no strings attached?” Gasp!

Why must it be all or nothing? Why do we frown on casual, on friends with benefits, sex without love? Come on now. Surely every time you have sex with someone you love it isn’t always making love. Sometimes it’s just fucking. Even with them.

Maybe I want to settle. Why is that so wrong? I don’t want someone 24/7. I don’t want to share my everything with someone. I really don’t think I could. I’ve been down that road. I bought into the whole white picket fence and happily ever after fantasy. And that’s just it, it’s a fantasy.

Reality never mirrors fantasy. That’s just the way life is. Things get in the way. We have work and family commitments. We focus on things other than finding that one special person to spend the rest of our lives with. For the record, I don’t believe there is only one special person. Though, that is a discussion for another day.

Back to casual…

You don’t bring casual home to meet the parents or your kids. You don’t make long-term plans with casual, or share all your secrets and life’s desires with them. You don’t need to like each other’s friends, or in some cases even like each other that much. Let’s face it, you can enjoy having sex with someone you don’t particularly like.

Casual may not keep you warm every night, but it sure can get you hot on some of them. That’s what I want right now, someone who gets me hot and bothered and then does something about it. Yes, waking up to a warm body in my bed, sharing a meal, making plans, and going on vacation, I’d love to do all those things. Just not every day, at least not today.

Don’t get me wrong, casual may start that way but it doesn’t have to stay that way. When you meet someone you are interested in does it not always start casually? Of course it does. You don’t just jump into a serious relationship and get married after knowing each other for a second. Even those who think they will just do the casual thing, and not let their feelings get involved, often do become more involved. I’ve even known some who have gotten married.

There is no right or wrong way to have a relationship, to start one or be in one. It can be casual, serious, or somewhere in between. It can be whatever you want it to be. Just do what’s right for you, like I do.

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