One of my girlfriends from California is visiting on her way to see family for Thanksgiving. We have been partners in crime for any number of naughty goings-on over the years, including taking fun photos of ourselves flashing in public. We don't flash anyone except each other and the camera for our own chuckles. Of course, if someone sees us doing it, well, that's just part of the fun. These photos are not us, but will give you an idea of the thrills we get spreading our legs, not hate!
I suppose Star Inara should have known this image would be censored by Facebook. Fortunately, it was her first ever infraction, so she was not penalized.
After graduating from USC, I kicked around Hollywood working my way into any production company or studio that would have me. It was exhausting, working as an assistant for anything I could get, struggling to earn enough to keep from the embarrassment of moving back home. The few times I wasn’t hustling production work or waiting tables somewhere, I’d drive down to San Diego where a few of my friends had landed broadcast jobs in the television market. The trip became my preferred, and cheapest, mini-vacation.
On one such trip, I was at one of my friend’s place enjoying drinks on the little patio of his apartment, when, as usual with this group, we began talking about our sex lives. We had all been close at USC, straight, bi, gay, it didn’t matter, everyone was completely open about their sexuality, a source of pride in our group.
But there was one new guy with us, a friend’s friend, who was in the Navy. He had just returned from a “cruise,” as he called it, to the Middle East. He told us he had been on board ship for about 9 months without a break and hadn’t had sex during the entire deployment.
Murmurs of sympathy followed as we changed the subject.
Two plates of nachos and a couple of shots of tequila later, our host stood up and announced, “I think Sparks should give our Navy man a ‘mercy fuck.’”
I’m not speechless very often, but I sure was at that moment. Everyone laughed except the sailor. Then one of girls piped up, “Why Sparks?”
Our host said, “Because she has already slept with everyone else here.”
We all looked around. It was true. At USC and during the two years since, I had been with each of them, male and female. Most of my friends had been with one or the other, but I was the only one with a full scorecard.
“Well hell,” I said. Grabbing my iPhone and a small packet from my purse, I took the sailor by the hand and led him to my host’s bedroom.
“Sparks, you don’t have to do this …” he started to say, so I cut him off. “I have an idea, just lay down on the bed,” I said, and set up my iPhone on the dresser.
I was wearing a short little summer dress, and was barefoot, so I made a show of slipping off my panties to let him know I meant business. He seemed to be in a bit of shock, but grinned as I straddled him, opened his jeans, and pulled out his cock. A couple of strokes, followed by my sliding a condom on him with a deep dive into my mouth, brought the sailor to full attention.
“Here we go,” I whispered, as I gathered moisture from my wet cunt, and, despite his considerable size, slid him deep inside me in one thrust. It didn’t take long, a couple of minutes at most, of my riding him like a bucking bronco, for him to arch his back, moan loudly and unload his pearl jam into me and the condom. He caught me by surprise, pulling me to him and delivering the most grateful kiss I have ever had.
I scampered to bathroom for quick clean-up and a hot, wet towel for the sailor. As he toweled off, I picked my iPhone up and stopped the recording. We rejoined our friends, all smiles, sharing the warm glow of the silly and sexy encounter.
I never shared the recording, but still have it in a locked folder on my backup drive. Sometimes, when I need a lift or to make myself smile, I watch it. It was my first “mercy fuck,” but it wasn’t, and I hope, will not be my last.
I have the wondrous good fortune to be in Hawaii with close, long time friends. There are now four groups of us who know each other from our University years and work in the film industry. We are reveling in our good health, all of us having the escaped the scourge of COVID-19 and now being fully vaccinated. We're a careful crew. We care. We're safe. We're also wildly sexual on so many levels.
We have used the words promiscuous, sluts, horn dogs, exhibitionists, etc., to describe ourselves in the past; but those terms are generally derogatory and do not express who we are and what we are about properly. We are simply ravenous in our sexual appetites and openly express them with each other. After not having opportunities to share over the past year and a half, our Hawaii adventure is a Dionysian dream.
Over the past week and a half twelve of us have shared our affections for each other in so many simple, kind, loving, and sexual ways. I've personally experienced three men having me at once, several women bathing, massaging, touching, and licking each other, together, at midnight around an ocean side pool. Knowing my exhibitionist tendencies, my friends have teased and challenged me to display myself in clever and thoughtful ways privately and in public, while always, always being careful not to offend. I've challenged my friends too to express their sexual ways and fetishes too. Very often, we have all had multiple orgasms during the course of a day.
Even now, as I typed this, one of our guys walked up behind me and playfullly laid his cock on my shoulder. I turned and kissed the lovely hard on, promising my friend he could have my mouth when I finished this post.
So it goes. I'm not bad. I'm just fortunate to have friends and lovers who share my desires.
Last Sunday I attended a small "patio party" with a good friend (yes, with benefits). A senior professor I know has a wonderful open desert home that is as much patio as indoors. She invited a small group of 10 people over for a sausage grill and feta feast.
She encouraged "considered casual attire" so my date and I wore both wore short, summery party dresses with strappy little sandals. We looked good together as we are both fit and deeply tanned.
As the evening progressed, people and couples grouped and ungrouped here and there for conversations or wandered about the large, lovely patio section of the house.
My date and I were strolling around the patio with cups of homemade ice cream provided by one of the guests. Coconut laced with a dark rum, yum! Sitting on a garden wall with a view of the city lights, I mentioned how the coconut and rum seemed to make the ice cream "colder" than normal ice cream. My date agreed as she took a spoonful of the ice cream and kissed me full on with icy cold lips and tongue.
It was a delicious new sensation that immediately triggered my usual, over-the-top naughty mind. I dropped to my knees and gently spread my date's legs. I wasn't surprised she was sans panties as this is a practice we share when we go out. I took a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth and pressed my mouth against her labia and her little clit. She somehow managed to stifle a scream and wiggled with complete delight. Then we heard applause.
Four of our friends had gone to an upstairs balcony overlooking the back patio, had been watching us, and were now clapping enthusiastically in appreciation for our antics.
Over on Facebook I briefly told the story of meeting a lovely older woman with snowy white hair while hiking in my local desert park. She introduced me to "harem pants" that are cut and sewn so that the crotch is open and airy while appearing normal.
The woman, who I have nicknamed "Snow," taught me how to make the pants with an easy pattern on my sewing machine. They are amazingly comfy and, for me, wildly erotic as I thrill in the exposure they afford by pulling the fabric ever-so-slightly aside. Snow wears her pants with panties. I don't!
This week it occurred to me that I could make a pair of shorts using the same pattern by simply cutting the pattern short and using a "tulip cut" on the front. After some trial and error, the shorts came together nicely. The tulip cut perfectly hid the fact that the shorts were open and airy. Wearing them is deliciously naughty.
I gave a pair to Snow during a walk together as a thank you for teaching me how to make the pants, and now, the shorts. She was delighted and said she would give them a try
This morning, on a sunrise walk together, she wore the shorts. She is so lithe and fit, the little shorts hugged her narrow hips and accented her aged and deeply tanned legs. Posing happily, like a young runway model, she turned and locked eyes with me, "Sparks, you are such a bad influence on me!" At that, she pulled one side of the shorts away exposing a delightfully trimmed tuft of snow-white hair.
I admit, I squealed like a little girl and laughed, remembering that when we met, I teased her by pulling up a short t-shirt I often wear, bottomless, while walking in the park.
I quickly flashed my little red patch in return as we both giggled at our exhibitionist antics. And then, we walked and talked of many things. I'll share more about Snow another time.
I've written in this blog several times: Americans are prudes. Seldom do we hear or read about Americans having fun being naughty by going partially clothed or nude just for the fun of it. The occasional nude bicycle ride, rainbow or country fair, Burning Man, and pant-less subway riding are rare examples of us having fun showing off our bodies.
In Europe, in the more sophisticated cities like Paris, Nice, Amsterdam, Vienna, Florence, and Venice, girls and guys both can pop about wearing see-through clothing, flashing panties or skin, or even going completely nude (I like to say "nakie") just for the fun of it.
Before COVID-19, when I was shooting travel videos for a major tour operator, during my hours off, I would sometimes sneak away with a member of our tour group who shared my sense of adventure and was perhaps a bit naughty, like me. I know most of the more bohemian or liberal neighborhoods and sites in many cities and would take my fellow adventurer to visit them with the intent of doing a "nakie walk." My sidekick would carry a large DSLR camera with the largest lens we could find. They would photograph me in various outfits or naked as we toured the streets. Europeans simply enjoyed our antics as public nudity, as in a photo shoot, is not a big deal.
Of course, if anything went sideways, as in a guy following us or being caught by a policeman without a sense of humor, we were prepared to run like hell to a predetermined safe place. And we did, a couple of times. Most of the time, my exposure was greeted with smiles, laughter, and the occasional request for a shared selfie!
Here are some examples of the kind of photos we took. No, I'm not posting my photos because sure as shootin', some of my students would find them. Besides, often the huge DSLR didn't have a memory card in it. Safety, you know?
