We were sitting the the corner of the night club in a raised booth and after a few drinks where we indulged in a bit of crowd watching I took you to the dance floor. The music soon had you moving to its beat. You smiled and closed your eyes as you took in the calming effects of a few drinks, the energy of the music and the crowd. As you started to slightly sweat absorbed in the music I reached into my pocket and removed the remote for the vibrator I had slipped into you before we left. A beautiful piece with both a plug for your ass and pussy and the little rabbit pushed against your clit buy your g string. I had found this vibrator after much looking with it’s two controls. One for the size of the movement and one for its speed. I moved in behind you as you danced swaying to your rhythm placing one hand gently on you dress above your pubic bone. Un noticed on a busy dance floor but with enough pressure to feel the vibrator as I turned it on, just a little at first so I could get the movement in time with the musics beat. Once I found the I stepped away from you as you moved and swayed to the music, eyes closed. I moved away to watch you from a short distance as I increased the power until it was almost at full movement. Pulsing with the music, your hips were gyrating as you ran one hand down for you to push your dress against your pubic bone increasing the sensations running through your body. Oblivious to the crowd I watched as you had no control over the sensations growing within you. I could tell as you approached your orgasm and I wickedly turned the vibrator down. Your eyes opened searching the crowd for me, finally your eyes meet mine and almost begging ask for the vibrator to be turned on and I oblige. Again you close your eyes your body pulsing to the vibrator and the music . Again close to orgasm I stop the vibrator, opening your eyes you find me again and come to me, please you ask and I take your hand and lead you back to the darkened booth. We sit and you look longingly at me as I start the vibrator again, your head fall back and rests against my shoulder, sensation overwhelming you again. I want to taste you I say and you drop a hand down to raise your skirt and slip a finger either side of the vibrator bringing both wet finger out and placing them in my mouth. Do you want to drink me you ask . Always I reply as you can feel your orgasm build you grab one of the champagne glasses from the table and place in between your legs. Almost immediately you start shaking as I turn the vibrator to its highest settings you fall against me softly shaking as I slowly turn the vibrator down and then finally off. You turn and kiss me deeply, your tongue playing with mine. You stop bring the glass from between your legs and hand me the the nectar of your orgasm and I drink. You hand slowly running up and down my erect cock under the cloth of my trousers. You stand and lead me across the dance floor and to a fire exit sign. You check the crowd then quickly lead me to the other side closing the door behind. Fuck me you say as you turn to face the wall. Bending so your arse is there waiting for me. I lift your skirt pull your nickers to one side and slowly remove the vibrator. Fuck my arse you say as I take out my ridged cock and place it against your sphincter muscles. So horny from watching you on the dance floor, feeling your orgasm in my arms and then drinking you. I punch my cock in one deep thrust fully into you. You gasp but push back as I stay to pull out, I just start slamming my cock into you in ecstasy until I can’t hold on any more. My bells wet from the moisture or your pussy I cum in your ass. You tease me by tightening and relaxing your arse muscles, milking my cock as you do. I love going clubbing with you.

26 June 2020

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15 years ago when I was still a Real Estate Agent in a semi rural area, and this woman , let's call her Jo , rented a property thru me .....I was 70 and she was 46 and believe me , very attractive....she came in every Saturday and paid her rent ...it was the Saturday of a long weekend...her daughters father had taken her for the weekend ....Jo asked me what I was doing this weekend , I said nothing and I asked what about you...she replied nothing either ... as a reputable Agent , would not put a tenant in an uncomfortable position , so I said nothing waiting for to suggest something , but she said nothing too .... she left the office and I've regretted these 15 years that said nothing....I still know her , she's nearly 60 now and she's retained her natural beauty....thre times Iv had wet dreams about her , but unfortunately , I wake up before I cum ...I guess I just respected to much.... So UNREQUITED LOVE .....damn damn damn

26 June 2020

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I was in my mid twenties, my life was going thru changes, some good, some different. I had come out of an abusive relationship and now wanted things on My terms not His, ugh.. I met guys and assigned days of the week to them. So had a different guy for every day of the week but soon found that needed 'Me' time so Sunday was my day off! 1 time Mr Monday wanted to have Tuesday as well, I said 'No, if u fuck it up you'll lose Monday' And yes he fucked it up, he hid across the road, but not too well cos I could see him, so I rang Mr Tuesday and asked him to come to the back door, which he did. Mr Monday stood across the road and never saw Mr Tuesday. When he came the following Monday I said 'Fuck off, you blew it now u lost it'. Every guy had soomething to teach me that generally I would use later in my life; like Mr Thursday taught me how to roll newspaper to make firestarters, I've used that knowledge over the years. As I said they all were different catering to the needs I had at the time, some would come to my place, others preferred me to go to theirs. Some were good lovers others were not. I think my fave guy was the 1 I met in a wine bar, Tom, he spent a lot of his time o/s buying precious stones. I always went to his place on a Fri and sometimes stayed till Sun. He was attentive & a darling, lol. I remembered all their names after that year ended, but not any more, except for Tom, & wonder what he's doing now? Have since learned that in the days when there were no labels I was actually Polyamorous in the true sense of the word.

18 June 2020

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I’ve been married to my engineer husband for 20 years. He works for a big construction firm. We met when I was working as a beauty therapist and hair dresser near his office. We married but found we couldn’t have kids. I am petite and 47kgs and always been told I’m attractive and sexy. My husband is tall and fit. After a few years of marriage my husband and I were talking about or fantasies. His was he would love to watch me with another man. I was a bit taken back but the idea appealed to me because I’d always been a flirt. About 4 months later we were going out to celebrate our anniversary. I dressed up in my skimpy party clothes and we went to our favorite bar in the city. It was a Friday night and it was busy but I could feel a few pairs of eyes on me. My husband said he was going to go to the bathroom. It was only a minute before one guy came up to me. We chatted and I saw my husband settle himself on the opposite side of the U shaped bar. He gave me a discrete wink. I took this to mean he wanted me to play. It wasn’t long before my new friend had his hand on my butt feeling my naked bum thru my slinky skirt. I guess it took 30 minutes before he invited me to go somewhere quieter. Not having planned anything I was worried about leaving my husband at the bar but was reassured by his smile. My new best friend took me to his apartment not far from the bar and its fair to say we ravaged each other. He was good ,really good. I didn’t stay long, I tidied myself up as best I could, we swapped emails and took an Uber back to the bar. My husband had enough to drink and was very talkative. He wanted to know all the ins and outs. He was turned on. My G string was saturated and my skirt had wet spots. I felt like everyone knew what had happened. They didn’t of course but I felt it. He was desperate and wanted me. So we missed dinner and went home to screw each other all night. That set things in motion. We would go out every couple of weeks and Play. I wasn’t always happy with the guys and I found it difficult to get the right guy to approach me. So I was looking for a better way of selecting guys. We had tried swinging but my husband didn’t like that and it was difficult to pick a good couple. So we slowed our playing down. My husband was given a big promotion and his new Job involved a lot of travel both in Australia and in Asia. I wasn’t working at the time and we thought if we bought a small business it would keep me occupied while he was away. We bought a beauty salon ,Hair, nails and make up, waxing in a strip mall in the suburbs near where we lived. It was a good business with a fruit market, coffee shop, dentist, a bike shop and a massage spa. I hadn’t worked for a while but I soon became confident in my skills again. I was working hard and like all small business it was tight. At one stage the rents went up and the Thai girl who owned the massage shop, my neighbour, suggested we could share our reception and save to cost of one staff member and maybe more because we did overlap our services a bit. This worked out well for us, I learnt to massage and we trained a couple of the thai girls to wax and do nails. After 12 months I realized the big difference between our business was my clients were 100% female and hers were 50-50 male and female. My Thai neighbour came to me a told me she was going to sell because her elderly parents in Thailand were in poor health and she wanted to be with them. I spoke to my husband and he agreed we should buy it. This was the beginning of a whole new adventure. I soon realized that many of the guys would ask for ‘happy endings’ and contrary to popular belief, most of the thai girls were vary conservative and wouldn’t do it . The Thai owner had explained that it was illegal in our state but she had suspected that a couple of the younger girls had done it for their regulars. All that same she had shown me some of the tricks they use to stimulate the guys. I started doing the occasional massage and enjoyed it. The fruit market owner asked if He could have a body scrub and a massage? He said he wanted to come early because he went to the wholesale market at 4am and on 3 days a week finished at 8:30am. Our shop worked from 10am to 9pm so I offered to come in one day and open up for him. I was a big strong guy, I was alone and the shop was closed so we used the spa room that had a shower. After the body scrub I left the room so he should shower and get the salt mix off. I gave him 10 min and knocked, he said come in and he was standing there with a towel around him.I asked him to lay face down and he climbed onto the table. I tried to look discrete but I couldn’t help but notice he was a big boy and he was aroused. I covered him with a small thin cotton sheet and started on his feet and worked my way up. When I’d finished his back and really working hard on his upper legs I held the sheet up and asked him to roll over. I then lay the sheet back. It looked like a circus tent but like a good masseuse I crawled up his body and pulled the sheet tight over his thighs. This is supposed to settle an erection..I then worked my way up and he begged me to finish him off. I knew that the shop wasn’t open so it was legal. I rubbed some oil on my hands and started working on his shaft, He had slid his hand up my uniform and was playing with my butt. He spurted cum everywhere. He loved it and said could we do it on a regular basis. I found it easy so I said we could work something out. I told my husband whet had happened and he was super excited. He talked about how I could pick guys and meet them at a bar outside working hours. That would be legal. I soon ditched My uniform for a special shorter sexy one which wrapped around and tied made from super fine white cotton and I would wear a g string under. It was discrete enough but sexy to touch and very easy to get off. I would stay on reception, organizing the bookings and when I saw a guy I liked I would tell him all the girls were busy would I do. At first I would tell them of the rules but offer to meet them after, at a bar or even lunch. Once we were better aquatinted I would give them a happy ending at the shop. I would slip my sarong uniform off and just have my G string on while I massaged them. My husband was beside himself, we would go thru the days events and get involved if we went to a bar. He just loved to watch me flirt with other men. He tells me I am a ‘hot wife’ by definition. Over the next 12 months, I found two Korean girls who were keen to give happy endings. This gave me the flexibility to only massage my regulars or anyone who took my fancy. I ended up with 10 guys as regulars. Many were keen to come to our house when Michael my husband was away. Michael suggested we get a couple of campers in the house so he could watch . I agreed but said I would ask if the guys minded. Four agreed and thought it would be fun, the others were more reserved so we agreed not to use our house. Michael being the engineer he is, set up about 8 cameras around the house ,all hidden from view. He could watch recordings or live from anywhere on his iphone or computer. I was conscious of the cameras at first but soon forgot about them and just went about my day. I would call and tell me to getup if I slept in...I would let him know if I had a guest coming. One of my regulars asked if he could bring a friend one night for a threesome. He turned up with a beautiful 30 something woman. She was married (not to him) and was looking for some excitement. We drank a bottle of wine and gradually became friendly with one another. She was coming on to me in a big way so its not something I do normally but I went along with it. We were all naked by the time we made it to the bed room. This girl new how to use her tongue. She had me going and I was giving to guy a bow job to start him off. It was quite a session. We sat around and had a drink after and the girl admitted to being a very frustrated bi. She was in a boring marriage. I suggested she come and have a massage and I would organize a special for her. I asked the girls if any one was bi or had given specials to a woman. One of the thai girls said she was happy to do it and had done it a few times when she worked in Dubai. The girl came in a week later and left a very happy customer. Another regular. Michael, my husband, loved the threesome and could follow us as we moved from room to room. Getting more excited all the time. He said he would like to watch me with 2 guys. I spoke to my Neighbour the fruiterer about that. He said he could organize that with a mate at the markets. I said , send him for a massage first so I could get to know him. He was a slim guy with salt and pepper hair. Quite fit looking and very relaxed with himself. I didn’t wear my G string under my sarong and started the massage with it on. He lay face down first and I spent 30 minuted working on his legs and back. When I was doing his legs I would spread my hand and let my little figure slide right up or his crutch and as I was working on his back I would rub my crutch on his head or arm. I held the sheet up and asked him to roll over. I lay the sheet down pulling it up then down adjusting its position . It was rubbing on his dick and It was already half erect. I uncovered one leg and pushed his dick to one side thru the sheet The the same the other side gently making sure my hand would brush his member. The next move was to climb up on the table and crawl up his legs soaking up the excess oil on this body. When I reached his groin I pulled the sheet tight across and pushed with my knuckles into his groin..he was groaning. I then pulled the sheet down over his legs and folded it just above his pubs.I rubbed his chest and worked my way down the frame and rubbed his body just above his pubic bone.He was going crazy by then and had this arms around my butt and I gently let my sarong slip to the floor exposing my naked body. He grabbed my hand and pushed it down to his very hard shaft. I rubbed him with oil and bought him to a climax in about 2 minutes. He pumped cum for a full minute. I let him lay there as I recovered and put my sarong back on. I cleaned him up and we chatted as he dressed. He was ready for a threesome. It was only 2 days when we got together. I was interested to see how the guys would interact together. They seems quite relaxed being naked together and both were totally focused on me. I found the following two hours the most satisfying sex I’ve ever had, I was exhausted as were the guys. They had both had me several times and we all laced there talking for an hour of so. Then they surprised me by suggesting we all showered together. They both had me again..what a night. Michael was in Western Australia and a few hours behind our time zone. I was asleep and the phone rang at 3am..it was Michael, He had Just watched tonight’s action. He was so excited he had to call. We talked for hours and it was then he told me He wanted to be part of the action himself. That would be a new dynamic. The following week, Michael suggest I go to Bangkok with him for a few days. I jumped at the chance. We stayed at the Mandarin Oriental. Beautiful. We went out to a few bars and saw all the famous clubs. On the Friday night we attended a dinner function at the hotel, this was the reason Michael had to come to Bangkok. I had bought a classy long clingy dress, Michael a dinner suit. We were at a table of 10 .There were a couple of young Italian guys at our table. I guessed 30 yo. I danced with both and one really came on to me, grinding against me. He wanted me to leave with him. He was very handsome and very sexy in a classy way. I said that I was with my husband but maybe he would agree if he could come with us. He said, why not. He suggested we go to his Hotel , The Sukhothai, where he had a big suite. We took one the hotel cars ,I sat in the back with our new friend. He was kissing me and rubbing me thru my dress. Both Michael and the driver knew what was happening. I was wet by the time we were up in his suite, The hotel was truly spectacular as was his room. He ordered champagne and our new Italian friend had my dress off revealing my G string ,stockings and stilettos . That obviously appealed to both.. I was very conscious of Michael presence but he was ok and was getting undressed. Michael was sitting on the arm of the sofa, I bent over and started to give him a blow job. The Italian was behind me and I felt him remove my G and come at me from behind.I felt the warm cum inside me. Michael stood up and the Italian held me from behind as Michal lifted me from my legs and took me from the front. That was the beginning of another 2 hours of love making. Michael said we should go as he had an early start in the morning and I think he saw my disappointed look because he then suggested I could come later. In fact I stayed the night . Before bed we had a spa together ,drank more champagne and made love. In the morning we ordered breakfast about 10 am. It was then I realized I only had my long dress to make it back to the hotel. He suggest I spend the day in his room with him. So I did. I gave him a massage, another spa, we had a couple massage in the hotel spa and a long afternoon lunch. It was about 6pm when he returned me to my hotel. It was dark so I didn’t stand out too much. We maintain contact. I found out later he is the eldest son of a family who are into ceramics. He lives and works in Milano, Italy and has offered to fly me over any time I want. He was the classiest guy I have met in a long time. On my return I slipped back into my routine. There were plenty of booking and the girls had run the shop well. It took me a while but the trip made me realize there was a whole new world out there. After a lot of discussion with Michael we decided to sell the business so I had more opportunity to travel. It took a couple of months but the business sold to a Chinese family and the wife and daughter will work in the business. They owned a similar business in Sydney so they know what’s involved. I maintained contact with my special customers and bought a massage table that I could work from home on request. It wasn’t long before word of mouth had made my special massages very popular. I was making quite a bit and the extras were proving a big earner. One of my clients asked if had thought of becoming an escort, he had an interest in an agency. who had offices in Brisbane, Sydney ,Dubai and Hong Kong. I spoke to Michael who was OK with it as long as it was discrete. My first client was a big mining company who needed a companion for a visiting Asian business partner. It was an easy gig, I had dinner with him and I spent the night with him. He was very happy. I cleared $1k. I figured one of those each week was a good deal.

12 June 2020

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The web has many benefits, but online dating is definitely not one of them. COVID 19 has driven me, due to pure boredom, to dabble with online dating sites. I am very quickly reminded of Yahoo Chat of the 90’s. And Yahoo Chat of the 90’s reminded me of the CB Radio fad of the 70’s. Okay, I was just a young kid in the 70’s, but I did occasionally hang out in the back seat of my much older Brother’s car as he ran all over town with his best mate being cool with ‘all the good numbers’ CB Radio codes. I even remember ‘88’ was kisses. But I am getting off track. What I discovered was that as soon as a female voice was heard on the radio, there would be a flurry of desperate male voices trying to get her attention and start a conversation with her. Eventually, if you ever did meet this girl, she was repulsive and unattractive. The point being, that this girl would get no attention in a bar. You knew she would never see a guy approach her. We saw it with Yahoo Chat and again almost 50 years on; here we are seeing history repeat itself. Okay, I am ‘Old Fashioned’ I guess, but I think it is much easier to see a person across a room, smile and know with a look there is an attraction… note, I said attraction, not necessarily connection. But in Online Dating, all of that is non-existent. It falls to superficial instantaneous gratification. You do not have body language, personality and all those small inconspicuous tendencies that make us attracted to another person. It is all down to a cleverly cropped, cheating angle and retouched image for you to imagine who this person is… and your imagination is then what drives you more than reality. You read a small amount of information that really means nothing. It is what someone chose to let you believe they are. Now, not everyone lies. But everyone excludes the things we don’t like about ourselves. Obviously, you are not going to use the limited space of a profile for anything negative. And in doing so, we are only revealing a very shallow perception of ourselves. I have met a few people online and I have always been disappointed in the same way that I am disappointed watching a film made from a book I loved. But I am also aware as a writer and allow for this. I condition myself to have much lower expectations to the point of none and still am disappointed. Why? I conclude that there are a lot of people out there available to date, but the ones I would connect with are not on dating websites. If they have the looks and mind to attract others in the real world, why would they be on a online dating site? I am not Adonis, but I am much more comfortable in a bar and can start up an interesting conversation with a stranger easily. I have decided to not rely on these sites, but people will often ask me, ‘why are you in the chat room?’ Well, it is simple. It amuses me! It passes time when I am bored and it allows me to associate and communicate with people that I would never attempt to communicate with in the real world. Sounds a bit snobby... Maybe I am a snob or maybe I choose to associate with those of similar standards I apply to myself. I am open to learning new things and I want to grow as a person. Online chat sites allow me to engage with people of different regions, cultures and preferences. But it is a rare occurrence to meet someone worthy of communicating with in this environment because central to these rooms are very insecure and damaged people. A lot of these people who are in the rooms, and I mean every night without fail, are very much alone. As you observe over time, you know why they are alone. These rejects of society use this medium to project their delusion of who they can never be. They seek attention, but they are very fragile. This becomes very apparent whenever you have an opinion that triggers their insecurity or project any rejection of their person. The female regulars in these rooms I suggest you avoid at all cost… If you take attention away from them, you will also become a target whether you be male or female. They are often passive aggressive and when you are smarter than them, which is not difficult, they become increasingly threatened. This will be obvious when you laugh at their ill thought out and predictable insults. Being secure does have advantages and especially so in a chat environment. Then we have the male regulars in the room who also are rejects of society. These guys only see a Vagina and Boobs, something they rarely would get the pleasure of touching and for good reason and are completely blinded by the prospect of actually having sex. Even if they have never spoken to the woman, they will jump to defend behavior that is not acceptable. It becomes a Clique of delusional individuals who think they are popular because they follow the room's a populous view. A view that a majority of society would laugh at and reject. You will see there is a pecking order and the women who are mostly unattractive and generally BBW will stand united in their attack on anyone who threatens them. They often don't even know what the discussion is about, but that is completely irrelevant as one person has triggered the insecurity of one of their own and they need that defense for when they are triggered.. This is their room, they own it and sadly, it is all that they have. If you are not part of the Clique and do not agree or blow sunshine up some woman’s butt, you should be prepared to be bullied and pushed to an argument so that they can report you in an attempt to have your membership cancelled. I have never had my membership threatened because I do not breach the terms of chat but I am very capable of utilising words. I am not about being popular with people such as this as they don't matter. But there are people in the room who are at their mercy, which is why I write this. On a rare occasion, you will find people in Whisper who agree with what is described here who are too scared to speak openly in the room for fear of retribution. This is for them.

11 June 2020

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This has nothing to do with restaurants, as regular readers will have already guessed!! I wrote a little while ago about an evening out with the girls and how we talked about our various experiences with first time sex. Well, it wasn’t the only “First Time” topic we talked about. As the wine flowed and the evening raced on, we became happy to talk about the things I would never have expected us to chat about. It was shocking at first, I suppose, but after a bit we were all laughing about our exploits. One of our friends in particular bust all the taboos by bringing up the subject . Without a bat of an eyelid, nor lowering of voice she charged in with a declaration that left us all a bit stunned; giggling, yes, at the audacity of her, at the risqué nature of the subject and the embarrassing realisation that we were going to have to divulge to all that which we would prefer to keep to ourselves. “The first time,” she declared, waving her glass around, “that I was eaten out, was hilarious! He dived in there without so much as a by your leave, slurped and guzzled for a while before coming up for air and getting on with what I really wanted!” She filled in a bit more about the evening and circumstances before, as we knew she would, she asked one of the others what her first experience of cunnilingus was. And so it went round, all of us laughing raucously at the descriptions of men muff diving. Some, we heard, took the plunge with maximum enthusiasm and no dexterity, others approached the subject – and the labia – with trepidation bordering on fear. Some of those disappeared for long lengths of time, subsumed by slick delights and hot passions, others surfaced rapidly finding this was not to their taste – literally! I was lucky. My first experience was as unexpected as it was glorious. It converted me to my lifelong love of deft, delving, teasing and titillating cunnilingus. I don’t always demand it or expect it, but when well-executed, there is nothing – nothing! – that rouses my passions more, prepares me for the welcoming reception of a yearned-for swollen cock and results in shuddering orgasms which seem contagious to my partner! That first time, I was for some reason at a large country house on a soft summer evening. I remember the smells of freshly cut stubbles in the surrounding fields, swallows and swifts racing through the mass of insects floating in the still air. I had come to the party with another girlfriend and was quite happy floating, chatting, occasionally dancing in the marquee to whatever was the music of the day. It was a lovely evening and although I had had sex a few times already, I was not out looking to get laid that evening. Somewhere along the way I ended up chatting to a boy who made me laugh. He was not great looking but was very funny, with a quick wit, a teasing way about him as if he would never let himself take life too seriously. He was attentive, fetching me drinks, making sure I was comfortable, interested in me. It was flattering and fun. We danced quite a bit, his arm sometimes firmly round my waist guiding our gentler moves, other times twirling me round in exhilarating sweeps that left me breathless and laughing. He danced a bit like a demented stick insect, but knew it and was able to laugh at himself. And so when the DJ came to the slow music after a particularly fast-paced run of dance music, we were on the floor, breathing deeply, and I had no objection to him pulling me gently to him, a hand on the small of my back, another guiding my head to his shoulder so we could sway gently together to a gentle ballad. It was then, I suppose, that I realised I liked this boy. That his fun and energy was balanced with a gentleness with which I felt safe and comfortable. And as I felt his hot breath waft over my neck and ears, I knew he felt something about me, too. It was in small movements: a hand, not groping, but beautifully pressing on my back, gently ensuring I remained close to him, a gentle stroking reassuring me. When I felt a soft kiss on my neck, I sighed as a feathery thrill of bliss percolated through me, prickling my nipples, pooling in my belly. I turned to him and our lips met in a delicious long kiss, tongues searching and brushing, hands caressing and arms guiding us closer to each other. At some point we left quietly, hand in hand, crossing the soft grass from the marquee to the quiet house. We both knew what we wanted by then and I went so happily as he led the way up a sweeping stairway to a long corridor and a room at the end. He held the door open for me, stopped me gently as I entered, placed a kiss on my lips, pulling away soon to close the door. It was a large room with a massive four poster bed against one wall, two large windows looked out over lawns to a lake. The muted music sifted up from the party, the bass beats setting a pace, the music barely discernible. The windows were open and cool air from the night flowed in, brushing the curtains. We were kissing, desperate and urgent, gentle and passionate, his hands stroking up my sides, his thumbs brushing my breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening, my belly melting. I was running my hands over the soft hair of his head , making sure his lips couldn’t leave mine and weaken the sensual, spicy thrill that was permeating through us. I pulled his shirt up to feel the smooth muscle of his skin, ran my fingers around his sides, trailing one inside his waistband. Then he was undoing the buttons of my dress, easing my arms out, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and was plucking at his waistband, loosening his pants, easing them over his buttocks, reached in to grasp his straining cock as I lowered his pants and underwear. There was a hushed, rapid pause as he bent to remove trousers, underwear and socks, When he straightened I laughed and helped him out of his shirt. Naked, he took my hand, led me to the bed, pulled back the sheets and eased me gently back onto the cotton, kissing and caressing me as he came down too, his hot, firm body against mine. His hands smoothed under my bra, cossetting my breasts and their nipples. Soon the bra was off and his mouth was there, enrapturing my breasts, while his hand moved down, slid under my panties and slowly found their way over my mound to my elated pussy. It was wonderful. Everything. The softness, the gentleness, the progressive stirring. I loved him being in control and being so decisive, so definite in what he was doing, exquisitely electrifying me so I found my hips moving up and down with his hand and fingers, my hands again keeping his head to me. I think I was trying to ease him onto me – I probably wanted to feel the weight and masculinity of him, the strength and native power of a man on me and, soon, in me. Certainly, when I felt him peeling my panties down, I realised I had opened my legs wide for him to sweep and smooth my pussy. I brought them together to ease the passage of the garment, but when I opened them once more, expecting him to come to me, enter me, fulfil me, he dropped down, cupping my mound in his mouth in a delicious, moist, warm breathy moment that brought me up with an involuntary cry and a compulsory gasp. It was the most enthralling moment. As I felt the chill tip of his tongue start its thrilling work between my lips, running slowly up and down, prizing them apart, flickering in deep, then flicking along the edge, I lay back down with a sigh, easing my pussy to his mouth. The placidness of what he did totally belied the surges of raw exultation which swept through me. He would tug my lips with his, then run his tongue up to that little spot, where he would circle it with small sharp strokes before running his tongue right along my lips again, occasionally plunging in hard so his lips would brush my spot. Sometimes his lips would wrap around my spot and he would tug it gently before letting go, a moment which particularly shot convulsing spasms through me. Then he would rest his open mouth there once more, suffusing me with streaming warmth, until his tongue would start its work again. It didn’t take long. I felt the welling surge rushing toward me after very little time. I felt my hips rise and fall frantically, my back arch in unbearable, agonising delight which forced small cries from me. My hands reached, searched for and found his head, pulling him into me as his tongue, lips and mouth moved faster into a deranged, rabid swirl – and I came in a writhing, pulsing wave that left me trembling and muttering as I subsided into the sheets. He sensed my fragility and moved gently from my pussy, up over my belly, kissing and nibbling deliberately my hips and waist, the base and tips of my breasts. His hands, which had been caressing my lower buttocks and thighs, eased my legs further apart as his chest and torso brushed thigh, mound and belly. And then he was there, a gentle kiss on my mouth, a hard, soft pressure at my pussy. I loved the slow imperative flow of my own body as I opened and rose to take him in, the ripple of his muscle and pulsing blood expanding me as he filled me and slid in deep until pressed against my spot. There was that inexorable wrapping of myself around him in an effort to take as much of him in as I possibly could. Legs wrapped to rest heels on his buttocks, hands holding his back, pulling his head to me, pulling his weight on and in, the distinctive submission to his weight and the lush energy of the reflexive motion inside me: the rocking, the slide and threat of exit, the determined travel back to my depths. As we remained locked together, his movements reassuring in their rhythm, I felt totally complete. Content, Safe. Thrilled. Having come already, I was able to luxuriate in the moment, to absorb the sensations, delight in the feel of the movement inside, the hot passion and skin on mine. It was totally right that the movement increased in intensity as we clung to each other. It was as it should be that I felt him tensing, pushing in with more ardour, more fervour, more ecstasy and his heightened intensity transmitted to me so that as his easy, long strokes turned to urgent, gasping plunges, I, too, responded, rising to meet him, to urge him in. With a muffled roar, he paused, tensed and thrust deep into me, holding there as he burst inside me while I clutched, writhed and squeezed from him all that I could. We seemed to come together for a long time, his hard thrusts ending in small paroxysms until finally he collapsed on me and we lay there, sweaty, sticky and exhausted. We made love again later that night and in the early morning light I left, running back over the fields to our house before my mother woke up. My mother never knew or asked what I had done that night, although she may have guessed a little bit by the smile and tangible glow I was sure I was exuding. I don’t know what I could have said that would have been honest without disclosing the truth. I could hardly tell her I had had the best sex of my life and that was down to the magical workings of my lovers mouth and tongue on my pussy. But it was!

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Pipi - I’d forgotten about Pipi. Well, not forgotten so much, as hadn't thought about her for a long time. I would not have thought about her now, except for a sharp reminder a few weeks ago. Thousands of kilometres from home. At a lonely campsite.
A small party of backpackers arrive late from wherever they have been exploring. Laughter, a variety of accents, battered car spilling out tanned bodies. And Pipi.
Of course it was not really Pipi - Pipi was from a lifetime ago - but I had to take a second look as the jolt of recognition pierced me. There must have been something in my movement, a sense of my attention, perhaps, for she unfurled from her crouch, turned to me brushing flaxen hair behind an ear and smiled her crinkle-eyed smile, confident yet shy, before continuing with whatever she had been doing.
Pipi. All long legs, tumbling hair, shy smile, wrinkley blue-eyed humour. Carefree, floating with the mood, drifting with the current of the moment. We had wafted into each other at a campground, too. I was travelling on my own, she with a group of European boys and girls and, as one did, we ended up around a small fire, talking about whatever the hell we all talked about then, chugging cheap beers, rolling our cigarettes, swapping tips on places to visit, places to avoid.
It had been such a still evening, back then. Soft breezes in an already silky night, towering bluffs against an enormous canvas of stars splattered thick above us, the slow chortle and whirr of frogs in the creek nearby. Humidity and static in the air; the Wet season was coming. We had all laughed - about tales of near escapes, mismatched lovers, failed ambitions. The conversation had dwindled and we parted. I liked the little group: an energetic French boy, his understated English travelling mate, the three German girls: they had met randomly - all travelling individually, coalescing to share costs and experience to travel a remote, inhospitable road in the general direction of a common destination. Quite normal in the backpacking fraternity.
The next day Pipi and a friend were hanging by their campsite. Pipi was unwell, she said, so was unable to go on the hike with the others. A long dusty drive that afternoon took me to a knoll overlooking a magnificent escarpment that glowed red in the light of the setting sun. Returning that night to the campsite, it was well after dark when I crossed the small creek and rumbled in, catching the pale faces by the fire, grins, smoke, beers. Pipi approached me straight away. She did not mess around. Could I take her with me? She knew I was leaving the next day. Her companions wanted to spend longer hiking in the gorges, but she wanted out. Wariness on my part. A hidden agenda on her part? Discussions by the fire.
We left at dawn the next morning, engine ticking over as we made our way over the rocks of the creek bed to the track and away to the bitumen. She said nothing for a while, feet on dash, face tilted toward her window, watching, I suppose, the dawn pass by, roll up held languidly between long, slim fingers.
-Are you well? I ask.
-Much better now. She turns briefly. Smiles. Assesses me.
-I don’t travel well in groups. She’s looking out of the window again.
-I like freedom. To plan and move and travel when, where and with whom I want. I think you are the same.
-Yes. I am happy with my own company.
-This will be a good journey. She’s still looking out of the window. An inch long, thin tier of ash teeters on the end of her cigarette.
The miles trundle under us as the road bores into the distance between thick scrub one moment, high flat topped mesas, short, fat trees and spindly white-trunked saplings the next. The cool of the morning disappears as the sun rises, washing the pastels in sky and scenery to sharp blues, greens and searing whites.
We talk. Relaxed, sporadic, about ourselves. She is nineteen. Left school early, flouted her parents wishes to study further. Worked in bars, shops, modelled. Saved money. On a plane at eighteen, putting distance between her and home.
-What do you want to do? I ask
A shrug. A long pause. I don’t think she is going to answer.
-Discover me, I suppose. She says finally.
-School, manners, customs. I’ve always done what I’ve been told, what others want for me. Now I need to find what I want.
-Do you know?
-I know I don’t want to be judged. The others - she gestured loosely, dismissively, back to last night’s camp - they have ideas, plans, careers mapped out. I am happy going with the flow. I will take an opportunity if it arises, if it feels right.
-Following instincts?
-Yes. A pause.
I am thinking that’s what you do too?
-Yes. Always. The times I have ignored my instincts, my guts, I have regretted it and knew I would.
She turns, hair pushed again behind an ear. Blue eyes laughing, laughter lines at the edges.
-It will be a good journey.
A hand on my arm. Lightly. Lingers. A prickle, a stir. She’s smiling - generous lips parted, a small gap in her front teeth. I smile. Nod.
-Yes. I think it will.
We drive on into the day and endless bitumen. A sign points to some Falls. A few kilometres. We swirl the dust through the heat-weary eucalypts all the way to shade below sheer ochre cliff walls. The vegetation is lush, broad-leaved and expansive. A narrow path threads through the fat foliage toward the cliffs. We stretch, bend, twist out the hours of fixed positions. Set off down the path.
Not far, at the base of the cliffs we find a small pond; clear, warm water filled by a splashing gurgle over smoothed rocks. Beyond we hear the rumble of larger quantities of water. It’s spilling from the top off the cliffs, free-falling in spear-headed patterns to lazily smash onto a ledge and spray and spurt into a small pool, freckled by the incessant drops that fill it before it runs away over the rocks to splash into the pond further down.
The water is warm. Not simply ‘not cold’. It has been heated by sun and hot rocks before its cascade. Pipi kicks off her boots. Doc Martens, of course. She wades into the pool.
-That's good! Let’s swim! Wash the dust off.
-I’ll get the bathers
-Pfffft! A scornful, mocking chuckle.
-We don’t need bathers. Come on!
She steps out of her small denim shorts, unknots the shirt tied at her middle. She is wearing no bra. Of course she isn’t, I think.
She catches me looking at her small, pert breasts, the delicate pink nipples, the darker circles of areolae.
-You don’t mind do you? She's laughing at me.
I shake my head.
-Of course not. What else could I say?
She knows I am watching her long legs carry her in a flow back into the water. Submerging her tanned smooth calves, knees, taut thighs, delicate pink underwear, rounded buttocks.
She turns. All smile, sinew and muscle, smooth skin, lean, curves sweeping from flat belly to firm hips. Bright, crinkly eyes.
-Don’t judge me! She laughs.
-Come on. I won’t judge you.
She sinks, the surface rising up her belly to swallow her breasts, a pause at her throat as she inhales, closes her eyes, goes under. Hair floats straggled on the surface for an instant, then is dragged under with her, to shimmer like a halo above her indistinct, wavering body.
She rises, water and hair streaming down her face, shoulders, breasts.
-What are you waiting for?
-You're distracting me.
-I know! She's laughing at me. Again.
She wrings out her hair, brushes droplets off her breasts.
Boots, socks, shirt - off. I hesitate to take down my shorts, uncertain what underwear I have on.
A swoosh of water showers over me. She laughs at her splashing handiwork
-No judging, remember! She laughs. Black, white, grey - I don’t care!
A pause.
-Maybe you have gone commando! A shrug.
-You won’t have anything I haven’t seen before…
They’re black. I step into the water, submerge, arise refreshed, dust free. A small wash rushes to the edge and splashes its way down and away from us. Silence except for the rumble of the falls and the occasional haunting birdsong.
-Would you have come here if I wasn’t with you? She asks.
-Maybe. It was time for a break.
-Would you have swum?
-Probably. I love water, washing off the dust, the sweat.
-Would you have swum naked?
-Skinny dipped? Yeah…probably. I like skinny dipping. In private.
-Me too. With the others I would walk up the beach and swim naked just because I could. I like the feel of water on my skin. Everywhere. I suggested the others come but they are shy. One of the girls, she came with me but was always looking around. On this beach. No one in sight, for fucks sake and she covers her tits, scampers into the ocean, rushes out again. What a pussy! Haha!
She swims the couple of strokes to the fall, pulls herself onto the ledge, lets the water pour over her, sending shards of glistening spray out over the whole pool.
She is magnificent, I realise. She sits there, lean legs sloshing gently in the pool, leaning slightly forward, bracing herself on fine, strong forearms. Eyes closed, head tilted back as the water brushes her hair down her back.
-That’s good, you should try it.
She slides back into the pool.
God - there was something about her. The movement. Fluid like an oil, a flow. Limbs that did not bend or stretch but curled, rolled.
I am there now, water pummelling the back of my neck, loosening, soothing. If I do not brace myself as she did, the water would slowly bend me double under its relentless weight. I move my head, letting the weight of plummeting water move over vertebrae, base of skull, shoulders. It is very innervating, rejuvenating.
I open my eyes. She is in the pool still. Up to her neck. Looking at me. Smiling. Coy.
Something is different about her, her energy, her aura.
She raises an arm, a hand. A small scrap of pink material hangs from a finger.
-This is private, isn’t it?
I laugh now.
-Yes! I suppose it is.
-And you do not mind?
-What can I say? Of course not.
The material is flung to land near her other clothes.
She submerges for a second, only to shoot up and fling herself backwards in a smooth silvery arc of limbs and slenderness. A glimpse of breasts, taut stomach, a neat streak of dewy down and smooth thighs - and she’s gone again.
She bubbles up, gurglingly happy.
-Wonderful! Just wonderful! I told you this trip would be good!
She drifts over to me, extends a tanned arm, long fingers.
-Help me up.
It’s easy. She is light and strong, does not really need my help as she pulls up, twists and sits beside me.
-My turn.
-Your turn for what?
-Under the fall. Move.
A shunt of naked hip. A playful shove.
-No. I like it here. Me being mischievous, too.
She stands, moves behind me. She must be crouching, for two hands creep around my waist heading for my cock.
I fall for it, involuntarily move my hand, lose my support and she shoves me hard into the pool. When I surface, she is now sitting under the stream.
-I wish it was not so heavy. It is as if nothing has happened.
-I would let it play, massage me all over. It would be heavenly.
A mental image of her reclining, a light stream of water playing onto her throat and breasts, her belly, her mound; her turning over to let it massage her buttocks, back and neck.
A stirring, a fattening, a tensing. My fascination now awakening an ache, a hunger. It’s acknowledged now. It cannot be banished.
Not private enough for you?
She wants me to go naked too.
-I can’t.
I do not need to explain. She doesn’t ask.
Slides off the ledge, swims past me looking me in the eye, emerges from the pool onto the warm, dry rocks, folds long limbs by her, wrings her hair out, leans back to absorb the sun, tautened breasts eagerly rising to greet the heat.
-You are a minx. You know that, don’t you?
-Of course! But only to people I like - who I feel will rise to the occasion…
-Very funny! You know I can’t come out of the pool don’t you?
No? Why not? Coquettish, one eyebrow raised. She thinks she knows.
But she doesn’t.
-Because there are people coming up from the pond toward us.
-Oh shit!
An inelegant scramble. Shirt on, panties in hand, back in the water.
We emerged soon after their arrival. She as if she had always been in her shirt and panties, me in my underwear. Their arrival the best anti-aphrodisiac possible. Pleasantries, well wishes, farewells and we are back at the car, laughing, giggling like naughty school kids who got away with a prank.
Towels.
-Just as well they didn’t appear five minutes later, she says.
-Why?
A wicked grin, she comes close to me, leans in, brushes my lips with hers, a hand slides down my waistband, feels my cock, my balls. I move to press my lips to hers, to kiss, to respond. She pulls away, hand on my chest; cock, stirring, missing the caress.
-We should go, she says, tucking her towel around her.
We bump down the dirt road to the bitumen. Silence, but we both know it has all changed. Her hand trailing random fingers on my thigh, just above the lower hem of my shorts. We both know what is to happen.
At the reception. All calm and polite, fill forms, pay money, take key. The cabin is one of a pair set by the tall trees which crowd the riverbank. The river is not flowing.
We climb steps to a verandah, backpacks left in car. A fan lazily rotates above the bed. Lights on. Air conditioner on. Done.
We grab and clutch each other, lips squashing together, fingers plucking at clothing, hems, seams, buttons, elastic.
I push her to the wall, hold her there, lips on neck, hand pulling at the knot at her middle. Her hands? I have them held above her head. We are both breathing hard. All through the long afternoon, the contact, the anticipation has built like the monsoon that is nearly on us; delivering thick humidity as the season approaches, thunderheads foaming above us, promising the drenching that will surely come. In time. All in good time... And when it does, then the river will run. It will flood.
I can feel her, arching against the wall, hips easing toward me. I can feel the smooth-soft skin as I part her shirt, the knotted ends hanging useless by her sides as my hand slides up, lightly cupping each breast, trailing a finger over each nipple. I feel her shiver and stretch, breasts thrusting for attention as I kiss down her collar bone and on towards them. A moan.
I pull her hips to me so she can feel my hardness, my readiness, eagerness, lust. She purrs, gurgling, cut short as I crush her lips with mine, explore her tongue with mine.
I feel her rocking against me, her own desire pushing hard against my length. I lower my hands to her waistband, plucking the button free, finding the zip, easing it down, starting to ease her shorts over hips and buttocks.
Her hands reaching for me, sliding in; smooth, direct, tingling arrows. A grasp, her wrists together, held high above her head once more. My show. You started it. I’ll finish it.
Her shorts are free; they slide to the floor. Finger trails along seams of panties, plucking at waist band, easing under elastic by thigh and buttock. Hips move urgently to guide my hand, stilling only as I soothe through the dampening material the heat, the soft, soft skin.
Sighing, subsiding urgency; sinuous shift of legs and hips to allow me to smooth, flat-palmed, the ache I know she feels.
Wrists released stay high as I trace the goosebumps on her sides up to her breasts, lower my mouth to kiss each, tugging each nipple gently, feeling it elongate and harden.
She’s murmuring. Don’t know what. A gurgle that rises from deep down and bubbles up through her throat to spill over the brim of her lips. I follow the sound, lips, teeth tugging at skin, tracing vibrations up her throat to sip them from her lips, from the corners of her mouth. She giggles. Nicely.
She stretches, cat like, all sinew and pleasure, a sense of ecstasy, of revelling in the sensuous. Hands lower to shoulders, to my back. Tug shirt, raise. A pause in my caresses, for lifted arms and dismissal of my shirt. For the final peeling and arm-threading ejection of hers.
I lower myself, trailing lips, tongue, teeth over breasts and belly, scenting the essence of her. Easing panties down, adoring the deliberate slow revelation of skin, light down, small mound.
Neat steps leave them on the floor. Kisses on hips, down the warm valley, brushing stirring lips, gentle exploration by tongue tip, a parting, heat, smoothness, silk.
She gasps, hands in my hair pulling, raising me, hard, fast to her. To her mouth, drinking me in as hands dive into waistband. She pulls away. Sinks down. Hard grasp. Free from cotton. Tip toe, seeking me. Urgency.
A pause. That moment. Legs around my waist, arms around neck. I can feel hard nipples rake, prick, my chest. There is heat and softness against my piercing hardness. Savouring slowly the parting, the swell and stretch, the shudder, smooth grip and deep travel. Shaking, gulping gasp, welcoming sigh and we move. Together, against the wall. Easing long, supple flow, slickness and sweat, muscles flexing hard. Clench of arms and legs, of thighs and buttocks, drag of scraping, gouging nails, sharp bite of teeth and lips. Delicious pain.
The surge and rise, exasperating, relentless. Contagious urgency spreads up and through us and easy flow morphs rapidly to pressing hurry and then to rabid thrusting passion.
Sweat, cries, panting, groans. Final hard drive and agonised bursts . Furious convulsion, shuddering, agitation and collapse.
We showered, soaping each other, washing her long blonde hair, working the smooth conditioner through the fine strands then over our bodies so we slid and slipped frictionless against each other when pressed together. Towelled each other dry. Stepped onto the verandah to watch the thunderheads rolling in, the lightening rippling through distant clouds, a scent of hot, wet, acid soil in the air.
We rolled cigarettes, chugged our beers, sweated in the oppressive humidity until finally, a rushing wind brought cascading rain sweeping down, clattering the tin roof, beating the soil, banishing the humidity.
-Come on, she says, takes my hand.
Inside is cool, cocooned by the hard drumming of the rain on the timber and iron. She loosens my towel, lets it fall to the floor. Takes me in her hand, gently. Stroking, exploring, feeling.
I reach for her, for her breast, for her towel.
-No. She leads me to the bed, pushes me firmly, gently down.
A large swirl of rain batters the roof, deafening.
She peels off her towel, lets it drop, comes to the bed, kisses me. Long, slow, gentle, passionate. Soft lips seeking, envelopping, yielding and absorbing me as her hand strokes my chest, my stomach, my thig; wraps around my cock, weighs my balls.
I throw an arm over her, try to roll her over, to explore her, please her, make love to her.
-No. Let me. My turn.
A giggle.
She reached every part of me: my body, my soul. Her long, languid fingers drifted from the urgent pulse of my cock, encircled my ankles as she nuzzled and nibbled my calves and thighs; they outlined muscles, veins and sinews, thrilled nerves, soothing the scratch of nail with rippling kisses. She turned me over to pressure vertebrae, gouge my buttocks and massage them with hot-breathed lips. On my back, an urgent rising and falling of hips she quelled with a hand lightly placed on my groin, above my cock base, as she pressed a finger hard on a line below my balls.
She took me in her mouth, daintily, her lips falling slowly over my head, as if sensing every smoothness, each wrinkle, each ridge as she slid down, her tongue rolling and curling along the length and veins. When she left me, it was as if her lips were as reluctant as parting lovers, a slow departure, eeking out the inevitable, final moment, the letting go. I felt each millimetre of her lips cross my head to meet at the very tip with a light kiss.
Her hand remained, carelessly stroking as her mouth travelled back up my belly, tongue probing my navel, lips nipping nipples, teeth tugging throat, rich, silky lips against mine.
So slow, deliberate. Erotic. It was like a massage. I was left mellow - turned on, but not rampant. Soothed, smoothed, softened. No need to hurry.
She pulled away slowly, took my hand and guided it to a breast. Her signal for me to tend her.
I explored every inch, raising her hair to kiss her neck, shoulders; nipping, as she had done to me, each vertebrae, soothing each with a gentle rub of a finger as I worked down, caressing smooth buttocks, pulling at the soft, tanned skin on the backs of her smooth thighs, eliciting a shudder and a giggle as I licked, and nipped the back of her knee. Calves and small ankles, heels, soles, balls of feet. Every. Square. Inch. She was delicious, every bit of her: texture, scent, a latent energy in the skin to the touch, a vibrancy to the eye.
I took each toe in my mouth, gentle sucks. She turned on to her back. A sigh. A smile. I worked my way up shins, knee, thigh. A delicious flow as I moved around her inner thigh as she shifted, let her legs float apart. A small flicker of tongue, brushing the lips, a tensing as I eased them apart with small flickers and flicks, teasing until I cupped her mound in my mouth and trailed my tongue deep into her and up to her clit.
I stayed there, leisurely rolling my tongue around, over and across it, occasionally taking it between my lips to tug it lightly, enjoying the sharp gasp, soft yelp, it induced from her.
I left my hand there to soothe her as I tasted her hips, belly, breasts, nipples and throat once more.
She slides a leg effortlessly under me as I caress her sides and breasts. She wraps me in her legs, crossing her ankles below my buttocks, small pressure indicating what she wants.
And I’m there once more.
Sliding smoothly, effortlessly in; one long ripple, two stuttered sighs.
We pause at the deepest. Still. Breathing, light, airy kisses, gentle, almost imperceptible strokes, grips.
She flows, really… flows. I can feel feet uncrossing, crossing, pulling me gently in, holding me deep. Deep. A subtle clench around my shaft - is it rippling along the length?
A long, deep kiss against yielding lips as I move slowly out until guided back in to the silky heat by those feet, hands running over my back, fingers brushing buttocks, goosebumps prickling on her skin under my fingers, her breasts soft against my chest except for the hard scratch of nipples.
A slow undulation as she rises to take a fraction more of me - a curling of muscle underneath, felt from chest through belly to a light gulping squeeze.
Slowly out, ease back in to a billowing surge that engulfs me in a welter of nails, hands, arms, legs and feet. A gasp and teeth on neck, on shoulder.
I rise, supported on forearms, pushing deep; feel legs float from my buttocks, drift and roll, lengthen and rest on my shoulders. I kiss a calf. One hand smooths an inner thigh.
A deep rumble of thunder in the distance.
Ease out, slowly in. Legs bend over shoulder, heels on back, pulling herself up to me. I can feel her moistness, the tender, soft lips, the heat, a faint impression of down, the smooth, cool curve of buttocks brushed by my balls.
Her hands are raised, pulling on my neck, pulling herself up, pulling me in deeper.
The rain thunders on the roof, pours over gutters, slaps onto the earth. A small down draft from the lazy ceiling fan wafts a tendril of cool air over my back.
Out. In. Ripple and curl, billow and surge. Hardness, softness, placid passion. Slow flow, grip and curl - different to anything I had ever experienced before. So much more than the physical, the gratification. This was mutual, natural appreciation, a confluence of sexual synergies rolled into sensual fulfilment on a level unknown to me.
Sometimes it was tantric: imperceptible movements. Other times unspoken, synchronised movement. Intimate - romantic, even. Sometimes her legs are up, bent back, knees near her breasts, other times, they are squeezing my waist, urging a plunge. Her arms, too, wrap around my neck, pull me, hold me to her breasts, then stretch away above her head as she straightens, taut, like a cat revelling in a stroke.
And when I come, it, too, is gentle. A long, low wave that rolls up my legs, fills and then bursts in a pulsing series of pumping throbs. She feels it all, responds with legs pulling me in, arms pulling me down, I can feel her cunt gripping hard, holding me for as long as she can.
A massive long, growling roll of thunder, a large flash through the curtains. She holds me to her. Laughs.
-What is it? I ask
-I couldn’t script that, she answers. You come, I come. The thunder, the lightening. Hilarious.
We sleep. The rain dies as the morning steams.. Awake, a hand strays down her side. She twists, a kiss. We make love once more. She’s on top, pushing on my hips, sliding forward and back, forward and back. Me - I clutch her to me as I come in sharp vigorous spurts, teeth on breasts, threatening to bite nipple. She comes once I’ve subsided, hard, frantic gyrating grind against pubic bone, sharp intake of breath, sharp shudder. Collapse.
We roll into the city, our destination, in the early afternoon. To the Backpackers. She checks in, I think, while I park the car. But I cannot find her when I get to the reception. No record.
A description. She had asked for the bus timetable, left fast to catch the bus to Adelaide. Something about having done what she wanted to do in the Territory…
And now this girl, two - three - decades later. I straighten up, having checked my swag. She’s there next to me.
-Hello, she says.
-Hello. Do I know you?
-I don’t think so. Are you going to Darwin?
-I am. Why?
-I am thinking perhaps you could give me a lift. The others - a careless, dismissive gesture towards her travelling companions - they want to stay. Me - I want to keep moving.
-What’s your name?
-Hildegarde. I’m German. But, please, don’t judge me on that….

9 June 2020

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My darling Sean and I occasionally have a date just as lovers, and all the domestics and family and work issues are banned. It's wonderful Just Us - the horny couple. Tonight I told Sean I'd collect him at 7 for an intimate dinner, I put on my makeup with that extra touch when you're meeting someone special, got dressed wearing his favourite underwear - NONE. As we began our meal at the local private restaurant I informed him I was wearing no underwear, this grabbed his attention. We had a lovely meal chatting of sensual and erotic scenarios, adventures and what we'd like to do with each other. After our main meals I raised my foot under the table and placed it in his crotch and gently pushed on his cock. This also aroused his attention. We shared a bottle of bubbly and I was suitably relaxed and chatty, a little too much to drive so Sean fetched the car, I paid the bill as I was wooing him. When he pulled up I was to sit in the middle in the back, as we drove off he reached back and gently glided his fingers over my pussy and felt my wetness. MMMM it was nice. He then stopped in the main street and got out and slid along the back seat with me. We kissed and I lifted my legs up, one on the top of the passenger seat and the other on the centre console. Apart - he slid his finger into me coating it in my luxurious juices. He undid my dress and revealed my right breast with its puppy dog nose proud and erect. I was offering myself to him, and I wanted him. We went home quickly then, I changed into a small sarong and put on some more jewelry, but kept my heels on. We danced and cuddled and kissed and ran our hands gently over one another lusting for each other. I lured him to the bed and laid him down while I lifted one leg up hanging onto the head of the bed. This allowed him very wide access to my wet pussy, he kissed my pussy lips, licked them, devouring and savouring them as you would an exotic fruit or the most expensive chocolate. I massaged his body with mine, gently passing my breasts from side to side over his chest, belly and cock, tangling his cock amongst them, feeling his hardness. Now I wanted to taste his beautiful hard cock, I love sucking cock, nibbling it, slurping it, pushing it gently into my mouth as deep as I can, I know he loves that. I love the texture of his cock, the taste and the sounds of pleasure he offers while I suck on him. I must have him in me now, I straddle his super hard cock, sliding straight into my hungry cunt. I squeeze while raising myself, then lowering onto him, then I dance with his cock in me moving side to side and in figure eights, cunt and cock as one. mmmm gorgeous. We kiss as I lie down on him with his cock still in me, I slide my leg down and bring the other up, exposing our connection. We both love fantasizing about others watching us fuck like this as its such an exposed position, it feels so sexy. I now dismount and taste my pussy on his cock, I love to suck his cock when it's been in a pussy, mine or others. He then asked me to go outside on the balcony, knowing that we could be seen, he then proceeded to fuck me from behind as I leant on the cold railing. It was gorgeous thrusting into me, I pushed back onto his cock which filled me as I was so high on being horny. We came inside and I knelt on the edge of the bed and Sean licked my pussy and ass, then slowly continued to fuck me, resting his thumbs next to, but not on my anus. This felt very exciting I requested he lube my ass and finger me as he fucked my cunt. I was in lustful heaven. After what seemed like half an hour we stopped fucking and started this blog We're now going back to fucking so will continue another time.....

3 June 2020

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I've had a spa with my favourite lover and love to lay together and kiss. His kisses make me surrender so easily. Not that there was any resistance, perhaps I should have said his kisses melt me and any suggestion to be more physical needs no encouragement. He caresses me gently, ever so softly up the outside of my legs, further up he appreciates my hips, my waist, then my back. I'm sure I'm kinda unusual, but touching my back, which is where my maker put some of my erogenous zone, arouses me as powerfully as touching a cock. I feel a rush in my body and my nipples become aroused and my crotch salivates. Mmmm, I want more attention, more depth, more passion - yes we have it, with abundance. I need to stroke and suck his gorgeous cock, I love the fullness of the head of his cock, the smooth texture. I really do love sucking his cock, more than chocolate. I devour it taking his hardness deep in my mouth. I swirl his cock around in my mouth against the sides of my mouth, the back and savouring it as much as I can. Mounting his cock is a must. My pussy leads me to sit on top of his hard manhood. Mmmm deep in me, I squeeze my cunt muscles around his cock, caressing firmly as I move around dancing with this wonderful pleasure tool in me. I whisper more fantasies, how we're in front of a private crowd watching his cock filling my hungry pussy. They're enjoying watching it come out glistening, then pushed back into me for further pleasure. Some are talking, looking, smiling. Some are playing with their own cocks, hoping to be in my pussy as well. One guys with a very handsome cock approaches and my darling invites him to enter his cock into me beside his. I'm stretched by this combination of cocks, becoming a huge supercock. I love their cocks tight in my cunt, tight against each other - its gorgeous. I try to squeeze but I'm so full I have to just enjoy this gorgeous blending of cock. I feel like a true goddess taking on all this masuclinity, so powerful. Their movements are heightening the exquisite experience, I feel them swell before cumming, how exciting have two cocks in you, cumming together, filling my cunt. I now want to suck their cocks as I love them so much for pleasuring me, licking every drop from them. I now see others pulling their cocks in anticipation... MMmmm yes what a fabulous night.

2 June 2020

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My delicious husband thought he would surprise me by arranging for a male friend to come and play with me. We hadn't seen Paul for almost a year so I agreed it was a nice idea. Unfortunately Paul messaged the night before to say he couldn't make it. Sean showed me the text but I was in the shower and couldn't read it. Sean decided to entice me anyway realizing I thought Paul was still coming Sean sent me this message "Paul will meet you at home between 4.45 and 5.15 He would like you to be dressed and blind folded leave the front door open for him say nothing It is a fantasy that he just cums in fucks you and leaves I would suggest you have a herbal smoke before and lay and wait 👍👍👍👍👍" I made sure my work was under control so I could leave early for my "appointment". I rushed home, showered and put on some fishnet stay up stockings, sexy bra and button through dress, with a high heeled pair of boots. I was a little nervous as the door was unlocked and anyone- even the neighbors- could just walk in to see me sitting on the lounge, with my dress not quite covering my stocking tops, and wearing a blindfold. I was excited, nervous and horny. All sorts of scenarios were racing through my mind as I sat in anticipation. It could be Sean just pretending for me, it could be Paul which would be fun Or, it could be a total stranger who Sean arranged in Paul's stead. Soon I heard the door open and my heart beat super fast. I could hear him walking toward me and touched me on the shoulder. He gently ran his hand over my head, shoulders, arms. He kissed my neck. He gently brushed my breasts. Then came around in front of me and undid the buttons on the front of my dress . He slowly spread my legs. Once again he kissed my ears and neck. I was sure it wasn't Sean as I didn't feel any facial hair, so presumed it was Paul. I sat there and then felt a heavy warmth rest on my hand, a glorious cock. It felt heavy and warm and not quite fully erect. He touched my legs and soon my pussy. He put a finger into me and then put it into my mouth. Once again I thought that can't be Sean as the fingers are longer and thinner. He held my hands and stood me up, my heart was pounding with excitement, and my pussy was sooooo wet. He led me to the bedroom, bent me over the edge of the bed, lifted the back of my dress, held my waist, then drove his gorgeous cock into me. Yummmm it was so exciting being fucked by a stranger, who I would not see. He thrust into me hard and then more gently, and then hard again. He turned me around and lay me on the bed, spread my legs and licked my pussy. It was all a different touch than Sean's so when he took off my blindfold I was totally flawed that it was him. He did a great job of kissing and touching and even fucking me differently, than how he usually did. It was hot, and because he was my preferred lover, I was pleased that Paul didn't arrive, but I enjoyed thinking it was him or a stranger. We talked about how hot the experience was, and fucked so deliciously. Sean fingered me gently but in the perfect spot, which made me squirt. He has learnt that one doesn't need to ram their fingers in me to make me squirt. If it's the right spot, I squirt heaps, what a release. He entered me again through my wetness and drove his cock into me hard, he rolled me over and put a pillow under my tummy, to elevate my pussy. I love putting my pussy on offer or display for him to fuck me. He pushed into me and rammed it just like I love. I adore the feeling of his cock deep inside me as well as the body pushing against my backside, just pulling on the skin near my arse. This just tantalises me even more, and soon his thrusts erupt and my pussy is filled. God I love my man.....

2 June 2020

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We recently had the good fortune of meeting a delicious man called Eric. From the first few moments of meeting we laughed and enjoyed each others company. I had been running a little late so had asked Sean to meet Eric first and I would follow shortly. I needed some extra time to put my suspenders and stockings on, and making sure my makeup was made a little more special with the hope of a new delicious play friend. We weren't disappointed. We all sat at a table enjoying a drink and I hoped that Eric and Sean noticed the top of my stockings, just sheer ones, so I didn't look too silly wearing stockings in Hawaii. I'm sure I would be the only one, but it was for the boys benefit. It worked, Eric commented that he appreciated the effort I had gone to. Sean agreed, he also knew I wasn't wearing any panties either, and my dress was quite short, very naughty. As we were getting along very easily, Eric invited us back to his condo so we may enjoy the view, and possibly some fun as well. Minutes later we were standing on his balcony enjoying the view, and I was melting with Eric in front kissing me so gently, enticing me to want more. Sean was standing behind me and I felt his manhood pressing against me. I kissed both delicious men, then Sean lifted my dress off over my head, leaving me standing there in bra, suspenders corset, stockings and heels. I had the pleasure of sucking the cock of our host, as well as Sean's.. Yummmmmmm Two beautiful hard cocks, which I hoped would be also entering my very hungry pussy. They both began to finger my moist pussy which makes me feel so wanton, and in need of a hard cock entering me, I yearned and hungered for either of their cocks. Soon my wish came true, we moved to the bedroom, and I continued to kiss and suck both these lovely men. At last I was able to impale myself on Erics very erect cock which was weeping with lust. It felt gorgeous, filling my juicy cunt. I kissed Sean as I rode Erics fantastic cock. We savored each other as we heard the very wet sounds of Erics cock in my cunt. It's so wonderful enjoying the pleasures of a new lover, while my favorite lover is rewarded with the look and sound of pleasure I'm experiencing. These gorgeous men fucked me so completely and superbly, that I was floating from my many clenches (like a snapping turtle) and gushes. And had much delicious cum all over my breasts and dribbling from my pussy. When we finally left around 4.30am, we left Eric with a very wet bed, and I hope with an invitation for a rerun......... We both hope. Before we left the Island Sean bought me a new Pandora charm for my bracelet, a turtle cute and something to make me reminisce.

31 May 2020

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You feel his presence behind you. His left hand extends over your left shoulder as he approaches you. His right hand firmly grasped upon your waist. His forefinger gently caresses your eyebrow as it moves back, parting your long hair behind your ear. A warn breath moves across your shoulder and up your neck, the breath hovers behind your ear as shivers dart down your spine. His lips embrace your earlobe, teeth then wrap around and tug as his fingertips dig into your hips slightly. His right hand raises from your waist to underneath your shirt. His fingertips stretched out and gliding across your flesh so gently it continues to send shivers down your spine and your shoulder twitch against his chest. His hand firmly grasps your breast, your nipples protruding from between his fingers as he clenches tighter. His lips now firmly planted onto your neck, exhaling deeply each time as the lips retreat away. His left hand runs further down your left side, feeling every curve along its path. Hand exploring below your waist and across upon your leg, moving to the inner thigh then finally moving back around as it ascends towards the pelvic region. He moves even closer. His body pressed firmly against yours, you can feel his hard member within his pants from behind you. A firmness that was produced from caressing and exploring your body. His right hand now raises and firmly grasps your neck. Fingertips digging into one side of your neck as thumb supports the other. Not enough to restrict air flow but enough to restrain you. Maintaining the restraint upon your neck, in one quick and surprising move, he turns your body and forcefully pushes you against the wall. He encloses upon you, his right hand not wavering from your throat as his left hand now runs up and down your body. Feeling the softness and voluptuousness of your body. The more you resist the tighter his grasp. As you continue to resist his hand leaves your throat and runs across your shoulder. Both hands now running down your arms as the wrap around your wrists. You can lean forward for a kiss but his hands raise your arms to above your head, pinning your wrists and shoulders firmly against the wall. He bites his bottom lip in anticipation before sinking them into side of your neck, the moist lips descend gracefully as a ballet across your collar bone to the other side of the neck.....

28 May 2020

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This is the condensed version of a visit to Sir's. I have been at Sir's for a couple of hours helping him, every chance I got I was tweaking his nipples or grabbing his arse, running hands or feet down his butt crack and generally just being a tease, having a giggle every so often, as I fondled Him in any way that I possibly could. And now............................................ the Fun starts xx 2.5 Drinks and Naughty girl is a little giggly and wobbly, ok a lot giggly lol. Sir is always telling me how much He loves my boobs and as we chat, smooch and touch over clothing, He starts rubbing His thumbs over my nipples making them swell as he makes me start moaning, He runs His hands down my sides, catches the hem of my T-shirt and lifts it, breaking our kiss just long enough to take it up and over my head & raised arms. Dropping it on the floor behind him, neither of us concerned about where it lands – more kisses and nipple play, moaning I push my bra covered breasts into His hands wanting more, When He says “I am going to go shower.” Eliciting a groan and whimper from me “Mmmmm, ok” giving His left nipple a squeeze with a smile and eyelids half closed, “I like the way you look like that” He tells me, as he heads off to put tools away before showering. I toddle off to the loo and I can’t be bothered putting my long pants back on, so I drop them on the bedroom floor and lay across the width of the bed, feeling very loose and relaxed in my bra and knickers, which I have wedged into the crack of my butt while laying on my belly. Because I know (well I am pretty sure) that Sir & Naughty Girl are going to get some……………………………. I am squirming and lifting my butt just imagining Sir’s hand landing on those cheeks, mmmmmmm. As He comes into the bedroom, He reaches down rubbing and gently squeezing the lily-white wriggling butt cheeks in front of Him, giving it a few whacks to create just a hint of redness and warmth. He slides off my green boy short knickers down my legs and off, dropping them on the floor as I wiggle sensually on the bed, moaning as my legs are clenched together, as if I can’t stop the cream leaking from my pussy. Somewhere along the line the bra is, well, just gone lol. I have lifted - arching until only my knees and tits are touching the bed, rocking side to side, I guess Sir liked what He saw as He puts His hands on my hips, pulling back on them, telling me to get up on my knees, until I am kneeling on the edge of the bed. I moan as He runs the head of His hard cock through the cream that has leaked down over my clit, lodging the tip at the entrance of my pussy, he seemingly pauses for a second or two, as I clench against the tip of His weeping cock. “Yessssssss” I hiss, As He oh so fucking slowly penetrates and glides into my wet creaming puss until He is balls deep, His balls pressing against my clit, and then thrusts that little deeper!!! He runs his hand along my spine applying pressure as he gets closer to my neck pressing me into the mattress. He spanks my arse with one hand as he withdraws, which makes me thrust back against His cock, making for quick deep penetration. “oh god, so gooood” I breathlessly moan “oh baby, yeah” Every other thrust he is hitting my fucking G spot, even as He spanks my arse with one or the other hand – even giving me a double left, right, at the same time or double taps same side. My thinking just stops I am nothing but sensation, feeling only what He does to my body – starting to release the stress and tension built up in my body and mind, Fuck am crossed eyed and so close to cumming. As he pushes me higher and higher, the orgasm just out of reach that I so desperately need Him to deliver. Sir was now holding my hips tightly as I was almost throwing myself back trying to impale myself on His cock, scrabbling to reach his balls, my clit, anything that would tip Him over the edge, to lose the rhythm of the controlled fucking He was delivering and take me hard and fast until He fucked me into cumming just as hard as his thrusting into my sopping wet, grasping pussy. I came hard, I know I did, a split second before He did, what I didn’t realise until writing this, Sir had made me cum so hard, I fucking well passed out – yes, I fainted. I came to belly down in a massive squirt patch, just as Sir came back in with a towel to put under me, neither of us thought that I would squirt quite that much, by the time He had put the towel under me and lay alongside me across the bed, I was sniffling, one arm went under my neck, giving me kisses, running the other hand up and down my back when I started to quietly cry (poor Sir, no idea why I was crying after just having a such a hard orgasm) Asked “are you ok?” I only nodded that I was ok, even as I was still crying (a Mother’s guilt, all the mothers out there will understand, this was a healthy release of tension having made a hard decision), I dried up sniffing as Sir rubbed my back and tingly spanked butt – best distraction ever. Sir finally managed to get in the shower, I went to the loo, blew my nose and got back on the bed, listening to the water running. I had just gotten up to get a drink, I had stretched out, leaning over my pants and His shoes on the floor to the side table where my drink was, taking a slurp or two. I put my glass down and went to stand up registering that the water wasn’t running. Sir says……………..”stay there” I freeze thinking – I didn’t hear the bathroom door. The next thing I hear is the swish of the nine tailed short leather whip as Sir takes it from the cupboard. My heart skips a beat or two as my body is already preparing itself for a whipping the good kind, (I wonder if He has been practicing with it). Gasping as the first stroke lands I know that He has been indeed practicing. What follows is a quick succession of 8-12 swings over my jelly butt, I honestly have no idea how many I received before he paused, I can only guess. He was looking at how red my butt was, as He rubbed the heat into my cheeks and this spreads the heat to my pussy He Repeats………….. Swish – wack Swish – wack Swish – Thwack Swish – Thwack Swish – wack He switched up on tempo and firmness mixing it so that I was never entirely sure when the whip would land, where or even how hard it would be. Again as I lean over the side table, He rubs in the heat spreading the burn and sting all across my red bum. He then starts Round 3 of whipping (in a good way) Naughty Girls bum, breath hitching, moaning after each smack lands Swish – wack Swish – Thwack Swwwwwwish – wack wack Swwwwwwish – Thwack wack Sir is thinking that Naughty Girl has reached her upper limit of using the whip, as I am swaying a little each time the whip lands on my butt. (this I found out afterwards, when it was discussed), however I have not given Him the directive to stop……. Swish, swish – THWACK (grunt) Swish, swish, swish – wack Thwack Swish – Thwack Thwack Swish, swish – THWACK “Enough” I say, even as Sir decides that that was enough as Naughty Girls bum is now a bright bright red, hot and burning in front of Him. He puts the whip away or just drops it on the floor, I have no idea, all I know is that my bum burns and I want His hands to rub it in, I feel so floaty and relaxed. Sir asks “do you want a drink?” But I barely even register him speaking, let alone that he has basically stood me up straight, turned me and gotten me onto the bed, He gives me a drink and climbs onto the bed, rolls me over to my right side, pulling the covers up over us both, speaking or murmuring to me but all I really registered at the time was His arms around and his hands caressing me and my hot butt. I automatically hold Sirs cock as I do when we snuggle. This along with long slow kisses as we regain our collective breath is also up the anticipation as I fondle Sir’s cock his hand lowers to the abso-fucking-lutely sopping wet pussy which has suddenly decided she needs fucking, Sir is sucking my nipples even as he uses his fingers to thrust deeply in hitting the G spot (ohhhhh fuck me) making my body bow/arch as I held His head to my boob. Panting hard as I try to keep in mind that Sir’s rock, hard cock is in my hand even as I give him a firm stoke from base to tip to base with a twist. I am about to orgasm again. Sir is telling me that I am a good girl “be a good girl, you can cum on my fingers, as much as you want” “Good girrrl,” he semi growls “be a Naughty Girl” he growls And I cum and cum hard almost dislodging His fingers that are filling my pussy “Ahhhhhhh Fuck” I whisper squeal breathlessly. There is more 😊 if you have read the others, you can use your imagination to fill in the blanks xx Please vote, this lets me know if my stories are any good and if I even write more!

25 May 2020

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My Inspection by Madam ; I have been communicating with Madam for quite some time – initially through a popular D/s web site, than email, texts & occasional phone calls. This communication period continued for more than two years. It was testing & challenging to convince Madam i was even worthy of an inspection, let alone whether any inspection would prove myself worthy to be considered Her "specimen". I had waited as patiently as I could for any indication of approval from Madam & permission to be inspected, although I know Madam felt I had not shown appropriate patience on some occasions. However recently, Madam finally granted me permission to meet Her. During this long period of time I felt I was building a little bit of an understanding of Her “ways”; but nothing really prepared me for what was to come.  The rendezvous was to be a café in a 5 Star city hotel. About 3 minutes before the agreed time I arrived at the café & settled down to wait – albeit with some degree of nervousness. This meeting had been building up for a long time! Within 5 minutes I saw from the corner of my eye a striking looking Woman moving towards my table. I jumped to my feet and was privileged to be standing before the most stunningly attractive Woman one person may have the pleasure to meet. No photo, or even no imagination, does Madam justice. Her face is beautiful. Shapely nose, deep brown eyes, wide lips all beautifully highlighted with her perfectly applied cosmetics (including the luscious red lip stick). And framed by wonderfully sleek long black hair absolutely perfectly in place. She was wearing a most stylish matching blouse & trousers of a material that had just the slightest suggestion of “see through” that had me on tenterhooks. At one stage during our conversation Madam commented that She felt she may have over indulged slightly over Christmas & perhaps needed to lose a kilo or two. Try as hard as I could there was nowhere in Madam’s perfectly proportioned body that I could see any change required. I am sure that if you have seen Her profile pic you will agree!  We moved to a rooftop bar where we enjoyed some cocktails & further conversation. I was fascinated by Madam’s stories of Her family background and times growing up in Cebu. Just sitting there I felt the most overwhelming urge to throw myself at Her feet and give myself entirely to Her. After a while She declared She was returning to Her room, & that I should follow in 20 minutes. She gave me the room number & abruptly left. I waited the required time, getting increasingly nervous about what may transpire. When I knocked on the door Madam opened it. I had the briefest moment to gaze upon Madam dressed in the most luscious outfit – black see through gown over black camisole with gorgeous sheer black hose & black, high heeled shoes. I was ordered to my knees - and I would not get to my feet again in Her presence over the entire “inspection". As the door opened I nervously stepped inside. I had the briefest moment to gaze upon Madam dressed in the most luscious outfit – black see through gown over black camisole with gorgeous sheer black hose & black, high heeled shoes. She was also holding a rather intimidating looking crop. I also glimpsed Her “silk slave” – a man I had heard much about – seated in a corner concentrating on his lap top & ignoring me completely. The whole scene was something I would have pictured only in my wildest imagination, it was surreal that here I was before Madam in very much real life. I was ordered to my knees - and I would not get to my feet again in Her presence over the entire “inspection”. I crawled into the dressing room of Her suite & stripped; then crawled back naked and knelt at Her feet as per Her instruction. What followed was a demonstration of a Madam’s complete & total Dominance of not only myself, but Her silk slave also. I had absolutely no will or desire to do anything but follow Her sharp commands & do my utmost to please Her. I was first ordered to kowtow before Her as She moved around me – telling me what expectations She had of me as Her “selected specimen”. She often reinforced Her points with a stinging blow from Her crop. I was then privileged to be granted permission to kiss Her shoes & worship Her feet for an extended period. I was required to kneel before Her & “pay tribute” to Her by cumming into my hand then devouring every last drop. Madam then fitted a slave’s hood to me, & my vision, along with any remaining sense of independence (of which I really had none anyway), left me completely. She gained some amusement I’m sure by objectifying me as Her puppy dog, & I quickly was rolling over, whimpering & curling up at Her feet upon Her command. At one stage I was castigated by Her for my lack of patience in waiting for this inspection, & She reinforced Her displeasure through some stinging slaps to my face. With the hood I didn’t see these coming, & I gasped with surprise & the hurt. Madam is quite a petite Lady, but there was some incredible strength in the slaps. I had already reached the stage where I was prepared to do anything for Her & wished only to please her, & my apologies for my impatience were long & most heartfelt.Throughout the inspection Madam would occasionally seek comment from Her silk, or simply order him to complete tasks as required. Usually, this was for him to take numerous photos & I heard him clicking away constantly, capturing forever my total surrender to Madam. Madam had even further plans for Her entertainment. She had alluded to the fact that She was expecting a “servant” to arrive & make a contribution to Her entertainment. The doorbell rang & I heard Her conversing with him. I could not see what was happening but I could certainly hear Her instructions. She castigated him severely for arriving late, & not surprisingly I heard his meek & humble apologies. From the sounds of it the castigation included a slapping or two. She ordered him to his knees & required him to strip. When he crawled back to the room Madam seemed to be debating with herself what may in fact give Her pleasure. She has always told me that She will have someone take my anal virginity before Her. I know I must do this in order to please Her & qualify as Her slave but I have always been nervous about this. She toyed with the idea for a moment but seemed to take a little pity on me, & instead ordered Her just arrived servant to pleasure my cock. Before I knew it, his mouth was wrapped around my cock & he proceeded to lick & suck my member – something I had never experienced with a male before. The exquisite sensation tempered by the thought of my participation in m-m sex before Madam aroused many emotions within me, & it was not long before I simply could not hold back. Madam then instructed Her servant to kneel before Her feet, & I heard Her ordering silk to suck his man boobs whilst the servant released himself before Her. I certainly did not need vision to picture the scene – the sounds of the sucking & moans of pleasure provided plenty of information. The servant quickly (& noisily) reached his own climax as I lay on the floor listening to the act. It was evident the servant had been summonsed for Madam’s entertainment & nothing more. Soon afterwards, he was simply told to dress & was dismissed from Madam’s suite. I had the honor of receiving Madam’s assessment of the entire activity as well as ongoing instructions from Her. I was thrilled to be told by madam that I may at some stage in the near future be requested to join Her for cocktails. I was then told to get dressed & was summarily dismissed. I left the suite but my whole being is absolutely still with Her. The addiction of Her control cannot be shaken. Since that time I was indeed privileged to have Madam request my presence for evening cocktails at the bar of the city hotel in which She was staying. Of course I complied without hesitation. I received notification from Her that She would be arriving, which was my signal to order Her drink to ensure it was ready & waiting for Her once She arrived. Once again I was overcome by Her stunning good looks as She entered the bar area. This time She was very smartly dressed in a dark, pin stripe suit & very much looking & behaving like the cool, Corporate professional that She is. Again I was awed in Her presence, & felt the urge to throw myself at Her feet once more. The best I could manage during our conversation was to comment to Her that I was ‘completely & utterly at Her service’. Her cool & measured ‘I’m pleased to hear that my specimen’ response still remains with me. All too soon Madam decided it was time for Her to retire. I earnestly thanked Her for Her time as I got to my feet. Her last words were quite final – ‘You are now dismissed.’ I of course left, but remain ever more so under Her contro. ENDS:

20 May 2020

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Have you ever felt like a puppet on a string? Have you ever felt like a puppet on a string being controlled by a woman's whim? And even though you try to run, and you try to hide. It sure feels like you can't get off the roller coaster ride? Then before you know it you are caught in her web, and in the pit of your stomach you have a feeling of dread, At first you are amused but it's not long before you feel utterly confused. If this is you and you would like my advice before you proceed think twice if you detect any of the following with your lover Then as fast as you can run for cover …........ Firstly, she will cunningly play the game (that's called 'Dating' for want of a better name) by wooing you with her feminine guile to put you on trial by hiding her true intentions behind her sweet smile Saying ever so nicely 'I need to trust you first' So, you try ever so hard to please you fear you will burst. Then after dating for quite a long while. With beach walks, winning and dinning, and text messages galore. You hope she may soon let you grace her door. But alas her chastity proclaims loud and clear She is not a 'Whore'. Rather she is a 'God's police' obeying societies law. Nevertheless you try even harder to prove your merit. Your feelings matters naught so just grin and bear it! But still she sits on her pure velvet purse, and you begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed. Then she will string you along, and make you jig to the tune of her song. So very beguiling and pretending she is so sweet and innocent making you prove your worth until she is sure one hundred percent that she has you dancing like a puppet on a string. Because although her objective may not be a wedding ring she loves the power of leading you on, and treating you mean for that will surely keep you keen. Putting it crudely; she doesn't give a fuck, and if you are wanting sincerity you are definitely out of luck. Because she has the temerity to use you to boosts her low self-esteem, and she feels mighty powerful rather like a cat who licked the cream It does not matter if your balls are hurting for she get so much power from just flirting. You see her ego feeds on her ability to enchant you with her 'come hither eyes' which she cunningly uses as her disguise to merrily betray your trust and tell you lies. Whilst your mind and body she pretends to idolize, because she knows fickle flattery will be your demise. She will also use her well-rehearsed charm, and her feminine cunning to not only disarm, but to lull you into believing she thinks you're grand, then ever so subtly she will make yet another demand. But the cold hard facts are She does not give a toss! because all she needs is to win you at any cost. It does not matter how many friends she has lost as long as the feels she is the boss. Even when her deceit and lies are eventually revealed, and her true colours can no longer be concealed. She will point the finger, and act so sincere in her desperate attempt to appear austere. Unfortunately she is self- serving and she sure can deceive all the unfortunate gullible men who mistakenly believe that she is open warm-hearted, loving and loyal but, unfortunately, she use she charm as a foil And if by chance you dare to rattle her cage you will definitely bear the brunt of her self-righteous rage, luckily for you her default setting she unwittingly exposes which you now realize is definitely no bed of roses. In fact your relationship is built on false pretences, but hopefully it won't take you too long to come to your senses And although at first you may feel angered by her sweet deceit, and all you want to do is make a hasty retreat. Eventually however, I trust you will see it as a gift When you understand the reasons why you feel so damned miffed. The reality is that behind that charming smile, she is not only very needy but also, her ego is extremely fragile. And although she appears to be self-assured, and oozes confidence. I need to say in her defence. It is all just to camouflage Her feelings of inadequacy that are in fact quite large. Also, most likely her journey from childhood onwards has been tough making her believe she is never enough, and it is also probably true from birth she has been taught to 'milk the gravy train' for all it's worth. After all 'She is sitting on a gold mine'!. So, she uses bribery and cajoling to make you toe the line because dishing out her sexual favours keeps you controlled Thus, making it impossible for true intimacy to unfold Then before long you discover you are under her thumb So often you resort to Mrs Palmer and her 5 daughters to cum This reality thankfully brings you undone Because it's obvious you have tried everything under the sun But thankfully now all the pennies will fall into place and she will fall from grace Because the truth is she is she self-obsessed and cares for no one and she won't think twice to shoot you down with her gun As long as she is in control she feels she has won For after all it is imperative she is number one So if you too are caught in her web woven of bright colourful hue Remember the lesson is a gift because that's all we can ever do. Please don't think you're stupid or going insane Because the good news is next time you will be wise so, she won't deceive you again

10 May 2020

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About Myself My Name is Anne ……………………………….. Thank you for taking the time to read my profile. Why am I on AMM …….. humm … Well was surfing the Nett and came across Adultmatch maker and after a while decided to take the plunge.. I am probably not all that different from a lot of women. I have just celebrated 35 years of marriage and find I am as Horney as ever Unfortunately my Husband does not share my Sex drive which leaves me somewhat frustrated. I guess my want is much greater than his and I love having sex anytime so I am looking for a fit Man with a very thick and a large long Cock to satisfy me. So, what do I wish for ……. Well the friendship thing is nice, one needs to be able to meet agreeably on the mental plane to a certain degree to be successful. I am not passive…….I do enjoy the sensual and the erotic. I am not into pain but am into that which gives pleasure . I am multi-orgasmic and will show my pleasure during climaxes by producing lots of my love juces. Adore Oral sex and any attention to my nipples, Pussy and especially my Clit. Am fair in that I like to ;please my man and sucking his cock till it is ready to please me. Did I say how much I love being ……………… Oh I so do. So want a man who can exhaust me and go again and again …………..mmmmm I have never experienced the ‘feminine touch’ so I guess you could say I am virginal in that respect! But, I do like the soft touch, so who knows …. Life is to be experienced. So long as I feel the sensuality and the eroticism of the moment who knows what would develop. I love to dress for the occasion …. Love to wear stockings and suspenders with heels and matching top, to wear an outfit for fun; that will provoke; arouse; and/or make you bubble with laughter. I love to dress well, presentation and wrapping with just the right hint of the naughty underneath. I go to Pilates twice a week and walk to keep fit………fit for anything! Lol Well! …. I hope that this has wetted you appetite …… as it were. I look forward to chatting to you and hearing your story too. Anne

29 April 2020

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So I'm at a party for my best friend, he was staying at his parent's house for the summer, helping out with renos and whatnot. While his folks were away overseas for a week, he decided to throw a get-together for our friends from university. So after a few hours locking away the breakables and getting the necessities people started to rock up. Some of these people I knew from high school and have matured oh so little , and some who matured oh so mighty. Eventually music is blastin, beer pong and darts are playing, but it was the middle of summer and hot as hell. And of course the pool was drained for maintenence. But the inground spa wasn't, and since I had a few drinks in my at this point, I threw caution to the wind, stripped off and jumped in. Sure I got a few strange looks but soon the music was going again, and so were the bubbles. It was about 30degrees in the water, which was perfect. Eventually I was joined by 6 or so others, and we were chattin away, some of the guys kept their jocks on, some didn't , but all the girls at least got their tops off. One in mind was my friend...lets call her Valerie...who matured quite nicely from the mousy girl I hung out with in high school, her platinum blonde hair hang down half her back, with her slim frame, and her tits perfectly round shaped with nipples so hard like the darts in the dart board lol. I didn't mind rubbing shoulders and legs with the others in the tub...but wasnt expecting a petite foot to suddly fondle my manhood under the water. While keeping my expression neutral i glance around trying to see whos foot it might be, and yes , Valerie was eyeing me so slyly across from the water. She must have been an acrobat in a former life with what she was capable of with her toes, because soon after i was hard as . A casual feeling with my hand made me feel my modest 6.5 uncut inches was almost 8! Valarie quickly sat by my side and whispered in my ear..."wanna go somewhere...?" I very much said fuck yes, but was still a bit shy about getting out of the water at full mast, so she got out first , giving everyone a glance at her wet glistening figure while she grabbed a nearby towel and walked inside, while i took the opportunity to get out the other side while everyone was watching the other way, grabbed my clothes and walked inside. Soon I found the room I was stayin in, and soon she found me. From then on it was an hour I'll never forget with the girl next door (or girl in next seat over as she was really lol)...her tongue wrestled for mine for dominence while we hasitly dried ourselves off . I then pushed her back on the bed and dove down to the wet folds of her pussy. So swollen they were, i was so excited, lapping her juices up like cider on tap so sweet. She then pushed me away and got to her knees and engulfed my cock, she said shed never been with an uncut guy, and enjoyed playing with my forskin with her fingers and tongue. This only made my knob all the more sensitive as she flicked her tongue inside the slit, making me collapse in ecstasy on the bed. After what seemed like an eternity she climbed on top of me and took me inside her in one thrust, she started to then bounce , her tits almost hypnotic as I watched them go up in down in sync with her body, my cock so warm and wet from her juices. I then rolled her over onto her back, her leg on my shoulder the other at her side, and then drove with all my enegry into her, hitting the back of her wall. I could feel her body tense up as i did, i ran my tongue up and down her calf as did, lavishing her wetnes,. I could feel my climax approaching she got up and and got on all fours and , using her fingers between her legs, opened the folds of her entrance for me to go as hard as a could. So I did, the headboard was bouncing as we did, her scream filling the room like a siren, her body suddenly tightened around my cock , almost like it was squeezing it off my body, thats when i hit my peak. I pulled out my cock and blasted it , sending off 10 or so shots of hot cum all over her back and beautiful arse... I then did something I hadnt thought off and cleaned her up with my own tongue. I could taste her juices combined with my cum for a hot cocktail of lust rolled her over and embraced her with a kiss so that we could share in the erotic taste. We lay there for 10 minutes wrapped in eachothers arms before we drifted off... And like true american pie tradition, she wasn't there the next morning...but she did leave a text message, saying she cant wait for the next reunion ;)

11 April 2020

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Self isolation without a doubt is driving us all a bit crazy, Not only can we no longer get out and about,but being confined to barracks behind virtual fences is causing cabin fever, and driving randy blokes out of their senses. I know this is a fact because at any one time there is now double the number of horny blokes online.I kid you not it’s like feeding time at the zoo.And just between me and you I am totally inundated with messages from blokes who are sexually frustrated. And because my sisters are few and far between it means I get to be the cat that licks the cream. However although its flattering I find it’s also overwhelming, and leaves me in a bind because how do I know which blokes to choose online? So here are my suggestions if you are vying for my attention.Firstly boring chit chat ping pong messaging is a pain and drives me insane. And another thing if you fail to engage my brain my interest soon will wane Further more if your aim is to impress please refrain from crass and vulgar crudeness.Rather the art of tasteful seduction will get you to first base, and bring a smile to my face.And another hint I almost forgot, if you address my vanity with flattery it sure excites my twat. But funnily enough a pic of your cock does nothing to light my fire nor kindle my desire.Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I’m a prude. Nor do I think cocks are rude. It’s more to do with the fact it becomes rather tedious perving on penis after penis after penis after penis.It doesn’t matter if it is short,thick or long. No, I’m not taking the piss,but let me tell you this. You see I’ve seen my fair share of dingaling member and jock, Of Rodger and Todger and Percy and Cock so I know it would take a fucking genius to identify which penis belongs to which randy stag. Now I try not to nag,but I will spot a red flag if you brag and boast you are a bonza shag. On the other hand it would be grand if you make me chuckle with mirth and glee because laughing sure gets me in the zone and sparks my interest in both you and your bone,but I trust you understand both my time and energy are precious, so I rather hope you are drop dead spunky and delicious. But this I warn if you are just another key board warrior who wastes my time with annoying messages in cyber space even when this pandemic is done and dusted I won’t be inviting you to my place. Instead I will reply ‘Sorry I have an over flowing dance card.’Lastly whilst I understand self isolation is hard for both you and your hard. However I only have one velvet purse so its impossible to have virtual sex in a parallel Universe with all you hundreds of boning up bards. Perhaps instead may I suggest you enjoy a game of cards? If that doesn’t work And you are desperate to jerk I suggest you splurge your need to scruff the ferret

4 April 2020

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Confined to Barracks   It seems social distancing is challenging us all in many ways, And it may be here for weeks and months not just days. And if not obeyed there will be unpleasant consequences. Therefore we remain locked behind virtual fences. And life as we knew it will have to wait until this current crisis abates. But being confined to barracks need not be all doom and gloom. Because if you have a partner you can still indulge in hanky panky in the bedroom But, obviously for single folk there will be no willing bodies meeting face to face. However if you’re not partnered I suggest you embrace 
the technology available in cyber space. 
So my sisters if you feel all fired up and randy
keep your mobile phone handy
 because enjoying virtual sex in a parallel universe. 
Does wonders for the your wellbeing and satisfies your velvet purse. And all you unattached blokes if you have a raging horn
There’s no need to feel gloomy and forlorn
Rather step up and hone your skills in the art of virtual pillow talk
Because sexual banter will arouse your stalk. So if you feel horny and need to stroke your bone. I suggest you grab your phone 
Why even the sound of your soft throaty moans
Will excite her erogenous zones
assisting you both in your hour of need now, some folk may claim it’s just another human greed
But it’s my considered belief To stay healthy one needs sexual relief And while self-pleasuring isn’t as good as the real deal. It is not only essential for your health, but also has a certain charm, especially if your partner oozes sex appeal, But it's best if there is genuine connection with your virtual lover in cyber space, Because that will not only boost your immune system, but also bring a smile to your face. Let’s hope soon the dreaded virus is gone without a trace But for now social distancing is presenting us all with lessons to be learned So let’s all be diligent to prevent any more bridges being burned. And save the human race

2 April 2020

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Well it started on New Years day.- at about 7pm I got a call from Helen who I had met on line and talked to on the phone, but never met. She said if she could come over to my place for a few drinks, I thought great, I might have a chance to have sex, so I said sure then she said is all right to bring her Girlfriend, I thought she was being cautious and my heart sunk thinking I wont be getting laid. I said, sure no problem, I would love the company. About an hour later, a taxi pulled up in the drive way and out popped two women. Helen was an attractive woman, a little curvy and her girlfriend was an attractive blonde. I invited them inside and offered them a drink, I noticed that both ladies had already had a few drinks before coming over and were very chatty and laughing loudly. I put some music on and we sat on the lounge and chatted about a variety of subjects, both women were flirting and I was enjoying both their company. At some stage Helen's girlfriend who name was Kathy, was bending over as I was going to get drinks so I grabbed her by her hips and dry humped her jokingly she ground her arse against my cock which instantly grew hard. I looked over at Helen who gave me a wink and a smile which I took as a signal to go for it, so I reached around and placed my hands on her breast through her clothes, her response was to turn her head and kiss me probing my mouth with her tongue. Wow she was hot for me! She grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom where we continued fondling each other. In no time I had removed her jeans and panties, and was licking that beautiful pussy sucking, on her clit. She laid back and then grabbed my head pulling me into that wet pussy. I was so focused on that pussy, I didn't notice Helen come into the room, then next minute I felt a hand, then a mouth on my cock. I stopped licking Kathy"s pussy and turned to see Helen sucking my cock, with a big smile on her face. I was astounded, as I realised that I was about to have a 3some, for the first time, every man’s dream was coming true! I pushed myself up onto my knees and then Kathy and Helen both started sucking and licking on my super hard cock, each taking turns to suck while the other sucked and licked my tightening balls, I started to get that feeling that I wasnt going to last much longer, telling the girls that I was about to cum, which made them work even harder. The next thing I started to cum, shooting my cum into Kathy"s mouth and then onto Helens face. Both of them licked my cum from my cock and each other’s face, I was in heaven. My cock never went down, the sight of these women eating my seed just made me harder. Helen then said Mike please fuck me. Helen still had on a dress, which she pulled up revealing no knickers. She knelt down on the bed begging me to fuck her doggy. I moved around behind her at the same time Kathy grabs my cock and feeds it into Helens pussy. The warm feeling of a very wet pussy feels so great, Kathy pushes my arse helping me fuck her, then she leaves me and goes up to Helens face and starts kissing her passionately, before moving her pussy into Helens face who starts licking Kathy’s pussy. I was in heaven, the moans coming from my house must have worried the neighbours, but I did not care. I kept sliding my hard cock into Helens pussy before long that feeling was building again and I could feel my balls tighten, so pulled out spurting my cum over Helens arse. I was spent, so I laid down and watched both the ladies enjoy each other. It didn’t take a lot of time for me to get hard again, so I come up behind Kathy and slid my cock into her pussy while she licked Helen, I was able to last a lot longer now and fucked her till she was cuming over and over, finally I blew my last load, deep into her pussy. We all laid on the bed exhausted, nothing was said. It was silent, after about 20 mins Helen said thanks Mike, I hope we made your new year. I said you have made my decade girl. Both women cleaned themselves up, dressed and kissed me goodbye. I did talk to Helen by Phone as few more times, but never ever got the chance to replicate that evening with her or any other ladies since.

2 April 2020

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