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Milf 5 – Tina Starts an On-Line Blog

 

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Have you been missing Tina – my lovable MILF? Her sexiness and irrepressibly bubbly character cheers me every time I write a new adventure. She went on a date on Valentines’ Day which proved very popular on my Medium account.

Time to find out what happens: When Tina Starts a Blog

Tina opened the laptop and let it warm up, it’s blue light bathed her face and the cursor blinked encouragingly. She tapped the “New Doc” option and opened a whiter screen. Her fingers hovered over the keys – it was over a decade since she’d learned to touch type, but they still knew the home keys.

Tina knew it wasn’t a good idea to drunk text, or Tweet, or whatever social media people used to keep in touch, but she figured it wasn’t too risky typing a rough draft while under the influence, she could always clean it up the next morning before she pressed publish.

“Let’s do this!” she muttered to herself and began to type.

She launched into composing the scene which had been building in her head ever since Lisa floated the idea of blogging. Unconcerned about punctuation or paragraphs, she typed; that could all be tidied up tomorrow too.

Last night I got up close and personal with Mr Bound, we hadn’t seen each other in a while but he was a charming rogue as always. We entered my boudoir and the sight of my wrought iron bedstead made his eyes light up. Before I could say, “Unzip me please,” he was asking for scarves to tie me up.

Tina had plans to give each of her ‘hook ups’ a nickname that hinted towards their sexual proclivity, so Ash would be known as Mr Bound.

Lisa had probably only meant suggesting to Tina that she start writing a blog, as a joke. If memory served, they’d both been crying with laughter about her sexploits when the subject came up.

“You should write a book Teen,” then, wiping her eyes, Lisa corrected herself, “No a blog, I’d love to read that. There’s a few women got famous from keeping blogs about their dating disasters.”

“It’s a bit harsh to call my dates disasters.”

“Well, they don’t turn into partners.” Lisa struggled to look at Tina squarely, but she’d drunk too much prosecco.

“That’s how I like it,” Tina was firm, “- keep things casual. I don’t want a man in my life, but one in my bed occasionally is fun.”

“You do have fun,” Lisa agreed, “and that’s what people want to read, funny anecdotes, crazy characters. You have a way of telling a story Tina – don’t forget you won that prize the year after we finished school.”

“Prize? OMG I’d forgotten about that, the story writing prize. I was in the paper.”

“I know! And yours was so good, I dunno how you thought it all up, the aliens with the tentacles and the floating way they had sex. It gave me the fanny flutters when I read it.”

“Fanny flutters – really?” Tina remembered that writing the tale had given her a similar response. “Of course I didn’t know much about sex in those days, I was winging it, hence the aliens.”

“None of us had had sex, except maybe that slapper Catherine Meadows who was always going behind the bike shed with boys from the football team. But we’d begun to have urges.”

“Urges? I certainly did. And go Catherine for satisfying her urges,” Tina admonished Lisa. “Shame on the boys for talking about the blow jobs, not on Catherine for giving them.”

They fell silent, taking a moment to consider how society celebrated a promiscuous ‘lad’ but cast shade on a girl who acted on her desires.

“For that reason, I’d have to keep things anonymous.”

“Well obviously you’ll need a pen name,” Lisa agreed. “You won’t want everyone to know it’s you behind the blog.”

“Definitely,” Tina nodded, “but if I kiss and tell, I should protect the men I write about.”

Their girly night had wound down soon after that, with Lisa taking a taxi home. But Tina could not let go of the idea and fell asleep thinking how to write about her exploits in a funny, lighthearted way. Then her ex gave her son his own laptop for doing his school work and playing games on-line. It seemed that fate was giving her a nudge. She could use the laptop they had previously shared, exclusively for writing her blog.

With my dress and sexy underwear littering the bedroom floor, Mr Bound tied my hands behind my back with a chiffon scarf. Turning me to face him he pushed my shoulders until I sank to my knees. Eye level with his flies, my mouth was watering as he tugged the zip of his jeans down and released his cock.

What a delicious treat. I made sure he knew how yummy it felt in my mouth by making hums of delight as I licked him up and down. I worshipped his length as I smoothed my tongue underneath then wrapped my lips around it, gazing up at him with the adoration of a puppy.

Mr Bound took my head in his strong hands, guiding my mouth to suck him with a rhythm which suited his needs, and I was happy to comply. My slit grew moist as I blew him, my throat taking him deep enough to gag. I was getting a nice warm buzz on, when he pulled me off and drew me up to sit on the bed.

Mr Bound selected another long, brightly coloured scarf from the pile and wrapped it around my breasts in a figure of eight. When he tightened it and tied it at my back, my breasts stood proudly away from my body, causing my nipples to plump rapidly and become distended. It was strangely exciting and with eager anticipation I waited for what came next. He licked and sucked, drawing the tip of each deep into his mouth. Their throbbing ache was like fire in my pussy, but when he began to flick at them I yelped, amazed at how sensitive my tits had become.

Mr Bound shoved off his jeans and boxers to lie back on the bed, then helped me climb over him to straddle his hips. His cock stood thick and proud. I was eager to bury it in me to the hilt, but his game had been delicious so far, and I waited for instructions.

“Rub your slit along my dick, get me lubed up.”

I complied. Each time his hot flesh pressed against my clit, the jolt of pleasure almost made my legs crumple, but he held my hips steady.

“Look at those bubbies!” Mr Bound admired my bouncing breasts, now thrumming with hypersensitivity.

“Fuck me,” he commanded, guiding his prick into my eager channel.

What a ride! As I bobbed joyfully on his throbbing member, my tits amplified every sexy sensation I experienced. I began to climax the moment he penetrated me, but the rhapsody went on and on, highs and lows, peaks and plateaus. I saw every colour of the rainbow and stars behind my eyes.

Mr Bound was like a mighty stallion beneath me. He bucked up rhythmically and ground against my pelvis. He guided my hips to welcome the thrust of his pole when multiple orgasms had reduced my legs to jelly. Finally he came, and I sank my forehead gratefully against his shoulder. My breasts were too sensitive to lie on, until he freed them from their bindings, then he untied my wrists and we lay together in a damp tangle.

Seated in the pub, Lisa looked up from reading Tina’s first blog post on her phone. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks bore a suspicious flush.

“That’s really hot!” she sighed, gulping at the glass of  Prosecco in front of her. “Did that really happen?”

“Bits of it,” Tina smiled and sipped at her own drink. “I have fictionalized some real events. Maybe not everything happened in one night.”

Lisa looked at her thoughtfully, then she noticed the bright scarf Tina was wearing, “Is that the –?”

“It might be,” her friend shrugged, “a writer never explains too much.”

 

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