Photo finish.

"Give it to me.....quick, I want to see it go in..." she panted.

She handed me the camera, the video lead snaked across my leg as I thrust it between us, aiming it at her snatch.

Around us the images glowed on the tv screens, every where we looked we could see us, it was like mirrors on steroids. Surrounded by porn stars that were us. Unlike mirrors though we were not looking back at ourselves, it was odd because we knew it was us, it was in real time but it was like an out of body experience. I had always known I wanted to watch us fuck but this was wilder than any of my dreams.

The concept had come from a party a mate of mine had many years previous. We had collected every spare TV we could get out hands on and hooked them up to VCRs playing a loops of interesting video clips, some Disney Fantasia, Tron - anything that was interesting as visual background noise for the party.

I got lucky at that party and I can remember kissing and fondling with a girl in a room lit by nothing but flickering televisions full of colour and action to the pumping sounds of some cheezy 80's rock. At some point that night the idea solidified in my mind. If all those TV's were showing us, how fucking hot would that be!

It took some years to make it happen and I had to call in a favour or two and find the right girl for the gig.

She was definitely nervous and over a glass of wine we talked about the set up. The cameras had no tapes and the video feed went straight to a television or monitor. This was about live action. I didn't want it recorded any more than she did.

We had a total of 5 screens with a camera each. One camera was on a long lead so we could have fun and move it about - the others were all fixed. The bed had been moved to middle of the room and the monitors ringed us so that no matter where you looked you got a differnet angle.

The fantasy actually called for the electronics department of a Harvey Norman or Bing Lee store on steroids, 50+ TVs would be fucking amazing but you work with what you can get...

Kneeling naked on the bed together, we kissed. The first difference was our eyes. Normally when we kissed our eyes were closed, this time they were wide open. We caught each other sneaking a peek at a screen and giggled.

"This is so odd...you are a freak! I love it!" she said.

I pulled her in tight and looking over her shoulder admired the image of my hands running down the small of her back to her backside. In the blue light of the screens I could see the muscles in her shoulders tense with an intake of breath as I spread my hands over that peachy ass and pulled her in tight.

I gently turned her around so we were facing the same way, she was still kneeling, her legs slightly spread and a slight glow to her skin from the warmth of the evening. I peeled her hair back as she rolled her head to the right, exposing the nape of her neck for a kiss that I knew was her weakness.

The reaction was like a spark jumping from my lips to the exposed skin. From the corner of my eye I could see her reach up to her breasts and take one in each hand - kneading and tweaking the nipples. It always drove me wild that she enjoyed her own body.

There was no room for me to play there so I let my hands reach around the front and drop into her lap. Running my fingers from her hips, down the top of her thighs to her knees I watched on the screen to my left as her back arched and her eyes snapped open.

The screen in front of us was actually showing us from behind and slightly to the right. We could see two faceless strangers in a tight embrace, their two heads resting against each other, hers leaning back onto his shoulder, hair spilling over his shoulder, his arms reaching around the front and obviously up to mischief.

I ran my fingers back up her thighs, nails dragging firmly along the smooth skin, following the curve or her muscles until they curved back in towards her honey pot. I kissed her neck again, lingering and sucking lightly on the skin as my right hand cupped her mound and my fingers gently parted her moist lips, sliding effortlessly from back to front between her folds.

Leaning back into me she pushed her knees further apart and I dipped what I could of my finger into her. Her head was panning around the room, I could see her looking from screen to screen as her breath quickened.

"This is fucking insane, I didn't actually think this would be a turn on but fuuuuuuuuck.....every where I look is skin"

With my spare hand I passed her the roving camera "Here you go, use this to see anything you want to see on the TV over there" I said.

"I want to watch you put it in me...right now.."

"I want to eat you first.."

"Fuck that, I want your cock right now, I won't last another minute like this."

How could I argue with that? She leant forward then rolled onto her back bring her knees up. With the camera in her left hand she aimed it a her pussy while the right hand dived right in parting, exploring and rubbing while she looked at the screen in fascination.

I had to lean in and taste her. I was just two damn hot and loved eating her. "Get out! I can't see with your head there" she moaned.

".....quick, I want to see it go in..." she panted.

"You'll have to hold the camera, I want to see you enter me."

Kneeling between her I held the camera in one hand and guided my throbbing member with the other. On the screen I could see the head head of my cock resting against her lips, as I pulled it back it glissend with her wetness. As I leaned into her again we watched as she slowly took me in. I teased her, gently rocking the head in and out of her.

The screen was filled with pussy, fingernails and cock. Her fingers holding herself open for me, the folds gripping at my cock as I pulled back, then rolling in again as I pushed forward.

Looking around the room there were heaving breasts and the side of her head looking away from one camera, my back and ass framed by her legs, toes pointed on another. My head was spinning, her back was arching. She held a nipple in each hand, stretching her tits towards the ceiling in a way that always made me wonder how much of it was pleasure or pain.

I slid all the way into her for the first time and she shuddered, it send fireworks through my groin as she gripped me. She released her tits and grabbed for my hips, dragging me deeper in to her. I had lost track of the roving camera and got reprimanded for filming the sheets not the action. I regained focus and we watched the action again. I moved the camera back so she could see it from my perspective.

I wanted her to see how beautiful she was in this moment, the way she glowed was we made love, the curve of her rib cage and her hair spread over the pillows. The beads of sweat running between her breasts and down to her belly button.

"Fuck we look hot...." It was last sensible words to come out her mouth as she tried to tear chunks out of the sheets on either side of her. As she bucked underneath me I lost it too. Spilling my load deep inside.

In all the action, the roving camera had come to rest on the bed beside us. Glancing over at the screen, the room was on it's side, it took me a moment to figure out what I was looking at. It was aimed at my favourite part of her body but just from an angle that made it all the more special. Full screen I could see the that oh so sexy little valley of skin between the tummy and the hip. It was like a flowing field of golden wheat with a hint of forest in the distance. A smear of shared sweat caught the light, flickering with each short breath.

As I looked away from the screen and into her eyes, I was ready again.

It was going to be a very long night indeed.

Bye bye baby..

Ciao Miss Smack. It is sad to see you go under these circumstances.

Don't be a stranger, it always made me smile when I saw your eyes in my comments section.

I hope I get to hear one more saucy tale from your keyboard some time in the future.

Have fun out there in the real world!

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UPDATE: After a special request from Kitty, we now have rushed our hordes of under paid illegal immigrant workers into production of a female range of shirts.


DISCLAIMER: All children involved in the production of these quality garments were over 6 years old (but not more than 11) and were allowed two toilet breaks per week. The monkey takes no responsibility if you fail to fill out the shirt as advertised or for the lack of availability of the above garments as they are not actually for sale. Any and all proceeds will go to a good but undisclosed cause...

A helping hand..

It was only a handful of whispered words but they had me hard in an instant.

"I want to taste you.."

There was only one problem, we were sharing the room with four other people and no one was very far away. How to do this quietly? What seemed like a fun idea, a group of friends and a party room was suddenly cramping our style. Funny how some times you are not thinking straight when planning a weekend away.

Her finger gently circled my belly button, tickling gently at the trail of fluff leading down to my cock. With a little push she slipped a finger under the waist band of my underpants and ran a nail along the side of my straining member.

I bit down on my lip to suppress the groan that was building in the back of my throat.

"Come out to play" she cooed as I was freed from the fabric constraints. Well nearly free, the waistband was now peeled back and tucked under my sack, lifting my balls as if presented like breasts in a corset. She cupped them and gently pulled on the pubes and raked her nails over the soft folds.

"You have to be quiet" she giggled in my ear, "don't want to wake the neighbours..."

I reached down for her slit and found it wonderfully wet. I dipped a finger in as she rolled her hips away from me. "no..not me, just you"

I slipped the finger into my mouth to taste her, I wanted her more than ever. "later, just lie back be quite and enjoy!"

Her hand gripped the base of my cock and slowly slid up the length of my shaft stopping just short of the head then her thumb ran a quick circle around the head before she pushed down again to the base. With more pressure this time she squeezed and slowly worked me, teasing and keeping a consistent and tortuously slow pace.

Normally a quickening of the action would be needed to move things along but with each caress the tension built until I could feel the gun was loaded and my hamstrings felt tensioned like a bow. The feeling of her erect nipple rubbing on my arm, tracing gentle, almost imperceptible arcs on my bicep made the blood thump in my ears. Her leg was curled over mine and I could feel the heat of her cunt against my thigh.

Every muscle was tensed trying to stifle the cry that was trying to charge out from my lips.

She knew exactly when I was going to let go. On the last stroke she pulled my underpants back over my throbbing knob to contain the flow. I nearly burst out laughing at the sheer cheekiness of the manoeuvre. In her enthusiasm I had been given a wedgie that in an odd way just added to the intensity of the whole moment. I pressed my head back into the pillow, rocking gently with the after shocks.

She pressed her mouth hard against mine, and we kissed hungrily as the dampness spread through the thin cloth. Slowly she pulled back and in the half light of the room I could see her licking the palm of her hand. "mmmm, good boy....now sleep tight my lover..."

Cause and effect

Recently I was having a conversation with a friend and we got onto one of my favourite subjects, me and what makes me, me.

She was curious as to why I often tread softly with other peoples feelings, why I don't just jump in with both feet at the first sign of an invitation and yet charge through other aspects of life like a bull in a china shop, competing and enjoying every moment like is my first or last day on the planet.

At first I didn't have an answer and it got me thinking about the moments in life that made me who I am. Out of the fog came a moment that I think changed me and how I think about our interactions with each other.

Probably 10 years or so ago an acquaintance lost their battle with depression and committed suicide. It was a tragic waste of life and left a wife and kids battling with the loss. Now I did not know this person or his family very well, he was in that circle of people you know at arms length, you may see once a year at an event or through business.

Out of the blue I got an invitation to attend the funeral. Now like most people, funerals are not my preferred outing but I knew other people who were going and a part of me felt that under the circumstances it may have been important for his family to have the support.

The first thing that struck me was the reaction of his church to his passing. The ceremony was held in a hall rather than the church. It seems that because it was a suicide the church and his priest refused to have the ceremony in the actual church. I was also shocked to hear that members of the congregation that were supposed to be his closest and dearest friends refused to attend because of the nature of his death.

Now I am not a religious person at all. I am an atheist and I can tell you that the sort of bullshit pulled by this particular denomination of organised religion only confirmed my thoughts that religion is a human construct, more about controlling people than anything else..but I digress.

After the funeral and during the wake I was approached by his wife. She was doing the rounds tearfully thanking those who attended and did not pass judgement on him taking his own life. That was moving but nothing prepared me for her next comments to me.

She started to tell me about a moment that he and I had shared together many years previous to his death. It seems that we had spent a morning together doing what we do and I had taken him along for the ride and included him in my team and what we were doing that day.

Apparently he had had a great time and been over joyed at being included and participating in that days events. He had enjoyed it enough so that he had talked about that day years later and not long before taking his own life.

What hit me as this story was being told was that I had no recollection of the events she was describing. I was standing their dumbstruck trying to recall the day, where we were, what we were doing and how on earth it had come to pass that I had included this person in my team on that day. I honestly did not remember it or his involvement in anything I had done in the past.

Slowly it came back to me over the subsequent days but with it was an overwhelming feeling of fear and confusion.

Here was a day in the life of someone that was of importance to them, where the interaction I had with them held relevance and thankfully positive memories. Yet for me it was a blink of the eye, forgotten as soon as it happened, another in the string of adventures and for me no different to many before and after.

I was slightly shaken by the thoughts of other interactions less positive I had had in the lives of those around me. If a positive event can stay with someone in that way, then how long must the negative ones bounce around in peoples life?

Now obviously not everyone is a sensitive to such things and I know that I sure let go of things and move on reasonably fast but it made me aware that we don't always know how others are interpreting our actions and it is that thought that has hung with me ever since.

I try to walk softly, I am sure I don't always succeed. That is who I am.

9 minutes of gold..

Now this is not about nine minutes in the sack with me...No, this about the boys from the Chasers War on Everything.

If you missed the show or the numerous stories about their antics at the recent APEC (or was that OPEC?) meeting then some kind netizine has put it on Youtube for our viewing pleasure.

Thanks boys, I have never laughed so hard when I really should have been crying over the wasted money.

Not a dry eye in the house...

Some things get to me. I have to admit that a well told story or film can make me go a big rubbery one. I don't like to see people suffer and even when on the outside looking in I still get caught up in the moment.

Amazingly this weekend I have just finished a book that I would put at the top of the heap and seen a film that got me too.

The time travellers wife by Audrey Niffenegger is at it's heart a love story. It is not the sort of book I would normally pick up but I was grabbed from the first page. I brief, Henry has a genetic disorder that has him involuntarily dragged backwards and forwards in time.

Clare is his wife and she met Henry when she was 6 and Henry was 36, Henry first met Clare when he was 28 and she was 20. They were married when Clare was 22 and Henry was 30. Confused yet? You would think so but the way this story is told makes it not only seem plausible but for me at least, I was lost in their relationship and the challenges they faced. I expect I will re-read this book in a few months time. I enjoyed it that much.

As for the film, Adam Sandler in Reign over me was a surprise for it's depth and touch. It is not a light story and deals with a case of post traumatic stress disorder. It is a straight role for Adam and he played it in a convincing way. I went into this one a bit wary because it touched on the 911 incident but thankfully it only brushed past this fact and maintained focus on the victim rather than the crime.

So there you go. Two stories that have enriched my life for their telling and have on one hand convinced we that true love is worth looking and fighting for and on the other, that once you find it, loosing it could fuck you up big time.

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The rugby world cup is on! It is that time again when the good League and AFL loving citizens of Australia dust off their Wallabies scarves and beanies to follow the Rugby World Cup.

In the past I was never a big fan of rugby in any of it's forms but have to say that when the Rugby world cup came to Australia back in 2003 I got the bug.

I was luck enough to get roped into a bit of fun for the opening ceremony and when you are that close to the game you can't help but get caught up in the fun. I've forgotten how many people were in the stadium that night but being out in the middle of the ground for that ceremony was mind blowing.

We had quite a few nights down at Olympic park drinking up the atmosphere in the outdoor bars and big screen where you had the roar of the crowd and the best seat in the house.

Great days indeed. Go the Wallabies, bring the Webb Ellis Cup home for the third time eh?

The quiff

Ok, I got bored with the climbing photo for my profile.

I have to admit I am not the climbing hero I used to be (was I ever??) so I have updated my self image to some smooth dude with a quiff that would put Elvis to shame.

Apologies to the cool cartoonist I stole this from, but that is what you get for drawing me when I am looking the other way.

I thought about using the sock monkey but the little bugger has too much control in my life already so I don't need to promote him any further.

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Update on the married woman in my life...we danced, we laughed and it is all cool. The sexual tension is there and it a is nice feeling for both of us to feel wanted in that way. Knowing it can't and wont go further has just turned it up a notch.

Crazy world.

Here you go, a story to brighten your day...or not.

There is a lady I know, an attractive and interesting lady that I have been flirting with for some time. We laugh, we make jokes and we blush when we hold eye contact for just a little too long. We dance together like long lost lovers.

It is good fun but I have not taken it anywhere because I am a silly boy and I have been wary of breaking the spell. Flirting is fun and the anticipation of what may happen has been as much fun as the reality.

Recently we partnered up for a workshop on advanced dance moves and style. It was great fun. Afterwards we went to dinner, just the two of us. It was a little romantic and you could say, pretty well where this had been heading for some time, it was just a matter of one of us making a move.

While we were talking about stuff I got into asking the big questions that lead to where she was in her life at this time. She got married young, moved to Sydney with her husband, had two children, finished a uni degree, started a business and is very successful in all that she does.

So I asked the next obvious question, when did she split with her husband....an awkward silence followed.

"I haven't...." she said.

My head spun. I had not seen this coming. She was always out and about town with no sign of a husband and all the airs of a carefree and single life.

"Um, I have to ask, what on earth are you doing here having dinner at 11pm with me when you have 2 kids and a husband at home and everything to loose?". It was not my most tactful moment and the mouth/brain filter had totally burnt out from the shock.

She smiled and shrugged, "Good question, sorry I don't have an answer for you....I have never cheated on him, I never intended to..", she trailed off.

Over the next hour we talked it out, we laughed, we flirted some more. It was good fun if not a little awkward now that cards were on the table. We set the boundaries so that we both knew it would go no further but we could still play silly buggers on the dance floor and be friends. I sent her home to her family with her fidelity intact, physically at least.

But the question remains and burns bright in my head today, what is cheating, where is the line? As individuals in a relationship we need to have our own space and do our own things but at the same time if you are doing or thinking things that you would not want your partner to know about, have you then crossed the line? Is cheating only consummated when it turns physical and until then we are free to fantasize and flirt?

I have never been on this side of the line before, the potential to be other man. I actually don't like it very much. It feels dirty and cruel. Having been cuckold myself, I found I could not do it to this man, this unseen husband and father of her children.

I actually feel a little cheated myself because I was on the edge of opening myself up to someone only to find that there was a hell of a lot more than the normal baggage that we all carry.

C'est la vie. What a fucked up world it is some times eh?