Stefano is to tell Natalie that James has sent him and that she might like some company. James doesn’t want photos or videos, he doesn’t want to play at coming home unexpectedly to find his wife bent over a chair while Stefano his hammering her cunt. No, he just wants to stay at work imagining it all, perhaps to discover cum stains on the sheets or cum inside his wife. Well that’s what he tells Stefano. When is the best time to go? Well she is always at home Wednesday, late morning and the kids are at Kindergarten. Stefano is to look for a black “Honda People Mover”, parked in front of the property. Stefano cruises past the house a day early and notices a grey Honda, not a black one, parked in the driveway of the property. Stefano wonders if it’s all real. Still, he has experienced some even stranger requests and arrangements. On the appointed day and hour, Stefano turns up at the front door of the house, a small bag containing his favorite toys, anal hook, Velcro tabbed cuffs, vibrating wand. In some doubt about the veracity of the instructions, Stefano rings the doorbell. A woman, whom he cannot see through the thick mesh of the security door answers. “Are you Natalie” asks Stefano somewhat embarrassed and feeling vulnerable at being seen and not being able to see her. “No, I’m not” is the reply. “Who are you and what can I help you with?” James sent me, he suggested you might need some company, perhaps I have the wrong address”, he adds weakly. This is all bullshit, I’ve been set up by a fantasizing husband who’d like to be a cuck but whose wife knows nothing about it. “Oh,” the nameless woman says, “I see. Well perhaps you should come in off the street” You follow her in, puzzled. She leads you to a small living area and asks you to sit. You’re uncomfortable and unsure about what to do. “Do have a glass of water” the woman says putting a glass down beside you on a small side table. “Please excuse me, I must see to the baby” she adds. Non-plussed, you sip the water. Suddenly the nameless woman, naked, rubbing her cunt with one hand and twisting a nipple with the other, is standing before you. “Fuck me hard” she yells, dropping down onto all fours, while you, mouth agape remains motionless, unsure about what suddenly happened. Never one to stand around for too long though, you decide to go with it, stripping off quickly and crouching behind the horny ranting woman forcing your engorged cock into her and your finger into her arse. As you fuck her, she yells out “Fuck me harder, you horny prick” so loud, you worry a neighbor might call the police. The yelling is putting you off so you slap her arse hard and grab her around the throat, forcing her to quieten down. You are fucking her hard now, grunting as you slam your groin against her soft buttocks. From the other room, you hear grunting and coarse heavy breathing. Suspicious, you stop, pull out of her cunt and head quietly towards the source of the grunting, which now ceases. It seems James likes to listen and jerk off while doing it; said James is in the adjoining bedroom lying on the bed naked with his cock in his hands and a sheepish smile on his face. “I don’t mind if you come in and watch” you offer. “I prefer to listen and jerk off”, he replies, smiling. You return to the waiting wife, now draped over a couch, legs wide apart, her big loose labia hanging down, begging to be grabbed and stretched. You grab them, spreading them wide apart, pulling her cunt over your hard-again cock. As she moans and you sink into her, you take a nipple into your mouth, biting and chewing as you fuck her hard. “On all fours slut” you suddenly yell out to her. The usual routine, hook in her arse, cock in her cunt. “Don’t fuck my arse please” she cries out. You are working hard now feeling the pressure building up, finally you cum in a torrent of semen straight into her. At the same time, you hear James in the next room orgasm. Thanking the nameless slut, Stefano hurriedly dresses and heads for the door, thinking once is enough with these strange people.

12 July 2020

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A couple who like to add a couple of cocks to their play. A little old for his taste, but not bad looking. Address provided, outer suburbia again. Stefano arrives to be greeted by hubby. Upon entering the house, Stefano is left alone for a moment while hubby goes off to get the naked wife, blond, early fifties, tight body- not so good looking but very fuckable- to personally come out and greet him, naked. Stefano returns the greeting, one arm around her waist, the other between her legs, fingers into her cunt. Stefano is led to a bedroom where another two older guys, both fit and tanned are waiting, naked, standing around, with a limp cocks. “Let Stefano fuck me first” says wife. “Joe and Jim have already had a go. I will suck Joe off while Stefano is fucking and Jim can lick my cunt”. Hubby lies at the end of the bed, fully dressed while Stefano gets behind wife and pushes into her; she on all fours sucking a kneeling Joe. You are close to blowing but save it for your turn at being sucked. Positions switched. Joe is behind wife now, slamming hard into her. Jim has given up, deciding on a break. You in front, wife sucking hard on your cock; you warn her that you are about to cum. “Oh please do Sir” she says. Meanwhile, Joe is discussing football with hubby. Who, what- are these people for real? You decide to save it again, better put it into her cunt. Suddenly, hubby has come to life and unleashed the biggest python you have ever seen. “Fuck my wife Stefano, while she sucks my cock” he says. You oblige, moving around behind the horny wife, Joe underneath her, has his cock in her already so Stefano figures it’s her arsehole for him. Hubby’s cock can hardly fit into his wife’s mouth, this being the reason why he can’t fuck her much. As she struggles to suck him you and Joe work hard on her holes. You piston into her as hard and fast as possible, producing a big orgasm and finally much cum, which you enjoy watching dribble out of her. They all lie around for a while chatting giving you time to recover. “Time for a cum bath” you suddenly hear her say. The men are asked to stand around the kneeling wife, while she sucks their cocks in turn, encouraging them to cum as quickly as possible. Hubby arrives at an orgasm first. You thought you were a “big cummer” as they say on porn dating sites, but Hubby makes you look foolish, practically drenching his wife’s head with cum, wife, licking the sides of her mouth as it dribbles down her face then cleaning up Hubby’s cock. You and Joe are being sucked in turn and Joe starts to masturbate, finally exploding onto wife’s face laying a trail of thick white semen over her forehead. All the time wife is moaning and rubbing her clitoris, licking cum appreciatively. Not keen to get anyone else’s cum on you, you wait until she has swallowed and licked some of the cum off her face. Now you let go with a pulsating squirt over her cheeks and into her mouth. Wife, rolls it around her mouth making bubbles and finally swallows it all. Time for bed you decide, you thank them all for a great time and leave. Though you think another visit might be enjoyable, you see them on the site where you met but your messages go unanswered.

12 July 2020

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This is not sexy, it’s about an issue very important to me, that too few pay attention to. Don't Call Me Babe... I Forgot I forgot you don't like to be called Babe. I forgot. Oh, that's right, sorry, I forgot. All throughout my marriage to my second husband I was called babe, honey, darling. My first name was used in some business / work settings, but for the majority of the time my name might as well have been babe. Babe is certainly a term of endearment to many, and I'm not against pet names, terms of endearment, or the love languages that develop between two people who care about each other. In my situation, the use of my first name was a weapon designed to shoot home how angry my ex would be with me, and that I was 'on thin ice' and had to be careful. It was a tool of control that he wielded with precision, particularly in the last few months of our marriage when I had to deal with threats, coercion, and severe gaslighting and manipulation. My first name became synonymous with the kind of rage that would send me into a protective dissociative state that could last weeks, so intense was the rage that I had to find a way to escape it the only way I knew how: be invisible to the monster that came out, that used my first name to flay the skin off my body with his hateful words and threats that were forgotten by him within minutes of his rage subsiding. I eventually hated hearing my name used by him. I also feared it. When we call someone a generic term like babe it's also a way of not having to think too hard about the person you are with. You don't have to keep track of names because every woman becomes a babe. You never get caught saying the wrong name, because every woman you interact with is a babe, or a honey, or a darling...it's a lazy as fuck way of talking to a woman. But what about the man who keeps calling you babe after you've carefully explained why you hate it, why you need to hear you name spoken all the time, and why you need to have your name used intimately, gently, erotically, and that you want to be called by your first name always? You get the oops, I forgot, babe, er <insert name>. I forgot. I forgot you don't like to be called Babe. I forgot. Oh, that's right, sorry, I forgot. I forgot you told me 3 minutes ago, an hour ago, two hours ago, yesterday, the day before, and reminded me constantly not to call you babe. I know you don't like it. I just forget. I can't help it. I don't mean to forget. Blah blah blah. I even call you stupid names like 'boy' when you call me babe, and still you forget. What is it about the phrase “I forgot” that drives us nuts? I consider the phrase “I forgot” to be code for “I don’t care enough about you; your likes, dislikes, wants, and needs, don’t factor into my thinking when it comes to doing anything that might impact on you.” Why do we forget about the ones closest to us? When you always have to remind someone of why you don’t like something, what does that say about that person, and how much you matter to them? It is no good apologising for something and then going out and doing exactly the same action again, and again, and again. It is no good making amends and committing the same behaviour time and time again. There is little respect in the consistent forgetting. Personally, I think it’s about control and manipulation of others, and it’s a passive aggressive way of telling the other person just how important you are to them. Additionally, if you forget often enough, then your partner eventually just gives up asking, right? How is that a bad thing? It can't be that bad, can it? I'm just human you might think. I just forget sometimes. I don't mean it. I can't help it. What's the big deal? Why are you making a mountain out of a molehill? Get off my back. It's just a word, it doesn't mean anything. You know I don't mean anything by it. It's just a term of endearment. More blah blah blah. Because, we don’t really forget, do we? We just pretend that we do because it’s easier to say those words than the real ones you are thinking, like 'get fucked, I won't be doing that for you.' If you forget to bring the milk home on your way home from work, that’s one scenario of “I forgot” that could be explained away with distraction. We've all had those moments when it's the 'I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.' But what if your “I forgot” is a way of maintaining control? • I forgot you wanted to go out tonight and I’ve organised to do something... • I forgot you were allergic to <insert relevant allergy item> • I forgot you didn’t like mushrooms... • I forgot you were vegetarian... • I forgot your birthday/anniversary/special occasion... • I forgot to get my drivers licence... • I forgot you’d organised that... • I forgot you didn’t like... • I forgot you said we were leaving at this time... • I forgot that appointment you made for us/me... • I forgot you wanted me to do that... • I forgot you were doing that... Is a theme presenting itself? There are so many questions around these two little words. They convey so much intent without actually saying what they mean. Does saying “I forgot” absolve the other person from taking personal responsibility for their lack of emotional connectedness to you? This does not mean that when you say you are going to do something, that it's a promise written in stone forever. Things change, people change, and circumstances change. Sometimes we just do honestly forget. What I am talking about is the situation where you fully agree with the person you are listening to about a certain thing, and it requires you to do or act on something, and you consistently don’t take that action; that’s what I'm talking about here. I forgot has a huge impact on the other person, whether they are your spouse, partner, friend, colleague, or play partner. There is a manifest lack of integrity and respect towards me, or the person you're saying it to, in those two words. So when I tell you to use my name, and you continue to call me babe, honey, darling, despite being told again and again and again that I want you to stop, then that's going to get in the way of whatever else might be good between us, or might potentially develop. I hate being called babe when I've asked someone not to do it. I hate the emotional laziness that goes with this, because I don't do it to others. If you can't be fucked calling me by my first name, and keep telling me you forgot, how can you be trusted in the areas that matter, such as consent, boundaries, limits and so on? When you consistently forget the small stuff, effectively disregarding my limits and boundaries, then how can I trust you in other areas? This is such a red flag for me, and while most would laugh this off as just a lapse and no harm done, there is very real harm in this behaviour. I forgot is code for 'get fucked.' I forgot is code for 'I don't give a damn what you want, I'm going to keep doing what I want no matter what you tell me.' I forgot is a great big red flag. I forgot is a deal breaker for me, especially when it is done over and over again, and you are reminded constantly, and still keep calling me babe. Babe is a pig in a movie. I am a woman with a name. Use it or fuck off.

10 July 2020

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She had been naughty all week. Defiant at every turn yet we were unable to meet until the end of the week. We organised to meet at my home when I finish work. I had been home less than 5 minutes before she arrived, a big hug to catch up on the week missed. As eager as we were to meet, I always unwind on a Friday watching my favourite TV show. She knows this full well and she knows she will get all the intention in the world as soon as I finish. Sitting back and relaxing as I load up Netflix, she glides over and sits besides me with a freshly made drink, not that I was asked if I wanted one..... Her head nestles into my shoulder as I wrap my hand around her shoulder. Her hand runs between my legs as she continues to talk, interrupting my show relentlessly. Taking a deep breath I exhale slowly and pause my show. Taking careful note to check how long remains. 37 minutes and 24 seconds. I reach over to the storage between the chairs and pull out her personalised collar. All I say is “Collar”. Of all the defiance she may express there is one thing that is sacred. Knowing full well that when told, if she refuses to put the collar on there will be no punishment, no rewards and no cuddles or embracing that night. Reluctantly yet obediently she draws her hair behind her head, allowing me to wrap the collar around her neck. “You’ve been naughty all week. I think it’s time for a lesson in patience.” Hooking the lead to the collar ring I lead her to the bedroom. “Onto the bed and lay down” I say with a stern voice. She hesitates and remains anchored. My hand swings through the air, a thundering sound as palm meets an arse cheek. “Onto the bed and lay down” I say again more forcefully than before, indicating my patience is wearing thin. She now places her now red rump onto the mattress, swinging around and places her head on the pillow. The bed dips to the side as I mount her thighs. She's unable to get up but attempts to undo the zip on my jeans. Grasping that wrist I place it above her head, fastening it firmly with the restraints attached to the bed. The restraints shes previously bruised herself trying to break free from. Reaching past her head to the headboard I pull back a large black lock with a metal cord, using it to connect the wrist cuff to bed restraint. Both hands pressed besides her head as I lean in. Lips closing in on hers, however as she leans up to kiss me in return I press against the bed and move further down the bed. She feels the vibration of zipper lower. A warm breath can be felt on her pelvis as my lips are mere millimetres from her flesh. Slowly I draw down her pants, exposing those black lacy knickers she knows drives me wild. Her ankles now placed into the lower bed straps before I tug, she feels a jolt on all four limbs as I tighten each one. Now firmly restrained, pants fully removed in lean forward and whisper into her ear “You need a time out”. I pull from our bag of toys her Lush, a remote controlled vibrator. Resisting the ultimate urge to have my way with her, mouth, hands, fingers, cock…. I lube up the Lush, silicone toy spreads her lips as it gently slides all the way in. A quick press of the remote app on my phone and she jolts, moaning loudly. Turning it off as It was just a test I then firmly inform her, “I need to finish watching my show uninterrupted and you need to be quiet”. I fasted a gag and even though she resists she quickly gives up, knowing how much she likes it and being in a position she cant win anyway. I lean over to this new black lock she hasn’t see before, a bewildered look crosses her face as she hears beeps. Looking closer she can just make out illuminated numbers on the lock which displays ‘38 minutes’. Sitting on the couch, now with my newly acquired drink and a lush remote in my other hand. I start the lush on low, even through the gag I can hear from the next room. As I unwind watching my show my thumb rotates around the app, to mimic the movement as I would have around her clit if I was so inclined. I can hear moaning intensifying, I know she is wriggling in her restraints, her thighs rubbing against each other and twisting her hips. I’m familiar with her noises, I know when shes about to cum and that’s when I slow the pace. I hear the muffled moaning replaces with a frustrated grunt. I do this multiple times during the remainder of my show. The final few minutes I turn it up, again I can imagine her squirming in the restraints, the lush now lathered in her warm juices as the moans become louder and more rapid. I hear her cum, her body convulsing in the restraints as I lower the vibration. I hear her post coital sigh, I know full well her body just released and became relaxed…. only to turn the vibration up again. A little post cum torture to teach her a lesson. Her body would be tensing, skin turning white against the straps as she pulls upon them. Continuing again increasing and decreasing the vibration until I hear the alarm of the timed lock, allowing her to release herself from the restraints. As the credits start rolling she hobbles out of my room. Sits besides me with her head firmly placed into my shoulder again. My arm this time wraps around her with a blanket. “Learnt our lesson have we?”

6 July 2020

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Grant carried me into the bedroom and lay me down on the bed. I was so exhausted, I almost dropped right off to sleep but when Grant’s lips met mine – his mouth and my pussy lips, I was snapped back to erotic awareness. As his tongue started flicking at my clit, my arousal began again. First he just flicked his tongue around my clit and then he closed his mouth over the top of my pussy and sucked my pussy lips and clit into his mouth. He sucked it hard and then he bit down on it, holding my clit between his teeth and slowly increased his bite as he flicked at it. It was starting to hurt a little and just as I was about to tell him to stop, my pussy was suddenly jammed full of fingers. I don’t know how many were inside me but in just moments, I felt the sensations I felt when he first brought me to those ejaculations I had when we together the first time. The biting pain disappeared as his fingers worked around the “magic” area that set me off last time. He pumped his fingers into me harder and harder and it seemed faster and faster. I was soon soaked in pussy juice as the tension built up between my legs. My hips rose off the bed to meet his thrusts and I came on his hand. As my body shook with the orgasm, his hands were still pumping into me. I felt the need to “pee” again and I knew my ejaculation was not far off. I was moaning like a thoroughly fucked whore when he withdrew his fingers and my juices erupted from my cunt like a fountain and I screamed in ecstasy. After 4 or 5 seconds, when my body stopped shaking and shuddering, I collapsed back down on the bed. I reached for and found his cock. It was rock hard! I really felt like what I thought a whore might feel like. I desperately wanted that big cock pounding into my cunt. Then, without warning, Grant smacked his open hand hard on my clit and pussy. He hit me 3 or 4 times as I yelped in shock and I remembered that is what he did the first time. His fingers then slammed their way into my flooding pussy and he pumped them into me again, harder and faster as I very quickly climbed to another climax just before he pulled them out of me and I exploded again. I gripped his cock so hard I thought it would break as my ejaculation squirted from my body. I began thrashing around like someone possessed! Now, as I lay there trembling, Grant just climbed over the top of me and before I had stopped shaking from the ejaculation, his cock was at my pussy. I looked up at him, still in free fall from my cumming and my squirting and he just smiled at me and then, fast and hard, he slammed his big beautiful cock deep inside of me. I screamed with pain, with pleasure, with happiness, with ecstasy. I screamed in just pure lust. I was fucked and being fucked and loving every second of it. I lay there like a rag doll, limp and unable to physically respond to his thrusts. My eyes filled with tears of joy. Grant asked if I was ok and my answer was with a nod of my head and a cry of “yes, yes, yes – just don’t stop”. I tried to raise my knees and give his cock more access to my throbbing cunt but I was too weak to lift them. Grant saw what I was trying to do and his put his arms under my knees and raised my legs for me. He slammed his cock deep inside me and I thought it would come out of my stomach! He then lifted my legs up over his shoulders and drove his cock into me even harder. I felt his balls slapping against my arse as his cock, somehow, slammed its full length inside me. It hurt like hell but it felt like a wonder drug. As my climax approached, I started moaning and repeating over and over that I was cumming. He said “together” and thrust into me even harder. An animal noise escaped from my mouth as I began to come (again!) and Grant groaned “yes… NOW!” as he pushed his cock as deep into my cunt as he could and filled my body with his hot sperm. I was on a cloud, floating and it seems, I passed out. Then I awoke to almost the same scenario but this time it was Kim who was at my pussy. Her soft sweet tongue was lapping at my pussy. My pussy was sore but her kissing and licking made it feel much better. I reached down to her and whispered that I think I am still full of Grant’s cum to which she replied “yes. I know and I am loving it mixed with your tasty pussy juices.” I just lay there and came again as she licked my pussy clean. When she finished, she turned around and I thought she was going to 69 with me but instead, she maneuvered her legs between mine and slid right up to me so our pussy lips were touching. This felt very strange until she started rubbing her pussy against mine. I had never seen or heard of this but as her pussy rubbed against mine, I could feel the pleasure rising in me again. She started gently at first but as things got more intense, our pussy juices mingled together and made our pussy wet and slippery, I pushed my pussy harder towards her. She said “now you are learning” and smiled at me. I felt so proud. I held her leg and pulled her closer and harder to my cunt. I was feeling like “whore for the night” and loving it. As our cunts ground together another orgasm coursed through each of our bodies. After a short time, I then moved to kiss Kim’s pussy and return the pleasures she has given me. As I licked, kissed, sucked and “fingered” her pussy, I realized how beautiful this all was. My mouth found the folds of her lips. I sucked them into my mouth and played with each in turn with my tongue. I nibbled lightly and sucked deeply on her clit until she came. Her lips wet my cheeks as I probed her pussy with my tongue. I felt I wanted to be “marked” by this woman so wiped my face across her pussy until my entire face was wet with her sweet juices. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her pee hole. My fingers explored the warmth and depth of her cunt and I kept pulling then out of her and putting them in my mouth to suck her cunt juice from them. I made her come and I drank her juices three more times until my mouth and tongue were too tired to continue. I felt like a whore, a queen, a slut – a different woman. My god! A lesbian! Made me wonder why I ever felt repulsed by the very thought of what I have been doing tonight. We came back to a face to face position and like a honeymoon couple, our legs entwined and our arms around each other, my titties pressed against hers and our mouths inches from kissing, we both fell asleep. Once more I awoke. In the semi darkness I realized it was dawn. I tried to move but I couldn’t. For a moment I could not understand why I couldn’t move. Then, as consciousness prevailed, I realized that I was on my back and both my legs were “pinned” down. My legs were spread asunder and across each of them was another leg holding them down. Grant on one side, Kim the other. Their free hands began to caress my body. They each touched then kissed my face and mouth and began to move their hands down my body. In a feeble response, I told them I was exhausted and I couldn’t. They said that’s ok, we can and as a hand of each of them found a tittie of mine to caress, I just closed my eyes and sighed “MMMmmmm… …”. In their own different ways, they played with my titties – with their hands, swapping sometimes before they both began kissing then sucking my nipples into their mouths. I had never had both nipples sucked at the same time before. I was on my way to heaven again. My nipples were pinched and squeezed and rolled about between fingers and sucked until they felt like they were stretched to about an inch long. From time to time they left my now rock hard nipples and I watched them kiss each other – then back to my nipples. While sucking my nipples, both their hands started towards my pussy. Without their mouths leaving my nipples, their hands found my pussy and they began playing. My pussy lips were pulled and rubbed and my clit was toyed with by one hand as the other slipped into my cunt. I lost track of who was doing what but with hands rubbing, probing, squeezing and just totally overwhelming my sensations, I came again. They told me to lay on my side and they both now changed positions on the bed. Kim placed herself behind me in a 69 position and Grant too was in a 69 position, his beautiful cock inches from my face. I had no idea what Kim was doing. My right leg was lifted over Grant’s shoulder and he brought his face to my pussy. As he started to suck my pussy, I took his cock in my hands and began to make love to it with my mouth. I kissed its big knob and watched in wonder as it grew in my hands. I recalled how this monster had plundered my pussy and how fantastic it felt. I kissed it from knob to base. I sucked his balls, one by one, into my mouth as I pumped it with my hands. It slowly grew to its full hard length. I licked it from top to bottom. What a position. My pussy being kissed and sucked towards another orgasm and a beautiful hard cock in hands, the head of which I had started to kiss and suck. As I started to take it in my mouth, I felt a warm wet tongue on my arse. Kim was sucking on my arse! I just went with the “flow” and enjoyed a new experience. WOW! I managed to get Grant’s big knob inside my mouth but that was all I could manage. I did my best to take more but I couldn’t. I stuck my tongue into its “eye” and sucked and did whatever I could with my mouth while I pumped its shaft. The more my arse and pussy were licked the harder I sucked and pumped on his cock. Then, without warning, as I was exploding with another orgasm, Grant shoved a couple or more fingers into my sopping wet cunt and Kim drove one of her fingers right into my arsehole! In shock, my arse clamped down on her finger as I spasmed through the orgasm and cried out in shock and pain. Never before was anything in my arse. As I came down from the orgasm, Grant and Kim coached me to relax and enjoy. By this time I was beyond caring as it was so new and different. I gave up thinking about it. I took to sucking Grants beautiful big cock again and the fingers started sliding in and out of me. The pain in my arse eased and the movement began to feel nice, if not pleasant. After I had been sucked to two more mind blowing orgasms, Grant started to jerk and he tried to push his cock deeper into my mouth. As he pushed, his cock erupted with cum. I kept my mouth clamped around his pulsating knob and sucked as hard as I could, all the time, pumping up and down on its shaft. When the pulsating stopped, I slowly removed my mouth from his knob, careful not to spill any of his nectar. I looked down at Grant and smiled. I opened my mouth so he could see his cum on my tongue before I swirled it all around my mouth, making sure each and every taste bud in my mouth enjoyed the fruits of my labour. I swallowed his cum and secretly wished there was more and hoped that someday soon, I would get more. When it was all on its way to my tummy, I smiled at him again, opened my mouth, showed him it was all gone and said “yummy”. We all went back to sleep again and when we awoke, we got up and went to the lounge room where George was sound asleep on the couch. Some time during the night he went to the couch to sleep. What a night he missed! I had a quiet chat with Kim before we went home and she invited me to come back the following Tuesday for lunch. Lunch as it turned out meant her eating me and me eating her. George got a late dinner that night and from that Tuesday onward, I ended up being a long term sexual relationship with Kim. Over time, I learnt how to be a great lady lover as Kim taught me all the tricks she knew and she made me practice them on her. I became truly bisexual and I loved every minute of it. About once a month or so, the four of us got together for fun and games and we formed a wonderful ongoing relationship that lased a few years. We all had a “fucking” good time. I said earlier that I had another woman come to mind when I was being fucked by Kim that very first time. Well, a few months after Kim first fucked me, although it took some time, I managed to seduced the lady I had in mind.

4 July 2020

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Lunar Eclipse It was past midnight. A near full moon hung ripely and serenely in a clear sky perforated with tiny stars that almost seemed to wink in complicity when looking directly at them. The two had been inside talking of all sorts of things: of their childhoods; of previous friendships and relationships; of their disappointing experiences of marriage; of the religious beliefs of family members; of their adult offspring; and of their present hopes and dreams, which are similar, and yet fundamentally different. Now, as they had playfully arranged just minutes previously, the woman that he loved beyond all capacity for him to measure or quantify, yet, sadly, whom he could only meet occasionally, left their overnight accommodation ahead of him and walked toward the nearby beach. He watched her from the eleventh-floor motel window with adoration, admiration, affection and desire as her figure alternatively came into view, lit briefly with gold by a street light, then was partially lost in shadow for a few steps before being set aglow again by the next suspended electric lamp. When his beloved had disappeared from sight for the last time, it was his turn to leave the room and follow. Down on the street, there was no sign of her ahead. And no one else was about either. He walked on, westward, toward the beach some two hundred metres away, wondering where he would find her, anticipating what they might do alone at that hour in that place. Within minutes, he had reached the bitumen path that runs north-south along the esplanade. Still there was neither sight nor sound of his lover. Which direction would she have taken? Straight down onto the sand? To the right, along the path a little, and then toward the gently murmuring sea? Or to the left and then onto the beach? He hesitated, trying to predict how she might have thought? But it was impossible to know. There were no apparent reasons for choosing one of the three possibilities over the others. Privacy could have been a determiner, yet there was no appreciable difference in that regard between the three ways. And, so, he began scouting for more clues or even a glimpse of his friend. He ventured some steps straight down onto the sand and peered into the semi-darkness in all directions. Nothing. No one. Back to the path and northward he walked, to the next gap in the seaside flora, to repeat the exercise. Not a soul. Returning to the path, his heart beating somewhat faster, he walked now southward with more purpose, past the first gap he had chosen and stealthily through the next that he came to. This time, although at first his eyes picked up no signs of a human presence, he suddenly noticed, just above the top of some low bushes, the familiar outline of his love’s hair catching what light there was from the moon. He approached her slowly and quietly, stopping a moment after every two or three steps. She seemed not to have seen or heard him as she sat silently and statue-like, looking out to the dark waters of the gulf. With no reason to hesitate any longer, he now moved boldly toward her into her peripheral vision and, as she glanced, smiling, in his direction, he said in character of their delightful little role-play: “It’s a beautiful evening. May I join you? Or would you find that threatening?” “Oh, gosh! That’s a bit forward, isn’t it? But why not? It is truly a very lovely evening and I would enjoy someone’s company to share it with. You look like a decent sort. Come and sit down on this rock.” “Thank you. I appreciate your trust.” With those words, and the act of sitting down close beside the woman, anticipation suddenly mounting, their charade abruptly ended. For the nearness they actually shared, not only in space and time, but also in relationship – not just this mere, and familiar touch of their bodies, their arms and their legs as they now sat alongside each other – sent their levels of arousal soaring. Although they were neither a couple, nor having an affair, they regularly enjoyed such close physical proximity as secret lovers, and they both knew where it would inevitably and happily lead. His right arm instinctively moved behind her back to encircle her waist as his left came to rest across her upper thighs and their faces turned toward each other, lips first brushing teasingly, then opening hungrily to the other. Their kisses were no mere pecks. They were not polite, familial expressions of blood ties. They were signals to each other of their mutual and burning desire to have the other in every way possible, to devour the other in a flaming fire of passion. They were thrilling, exciting, delicious kisses. They were confirmation of the deep connection at every level that these two uniquely shared. Without such a full connection of emotions and minds, two people could not possibly want each other physically with such intensity, nor with such urgency; could not crave oneness so pressingly. This was about far more than two bodies wanting orgasmic release. These kisses were the best initial means of communication for a man and woman wishing to go beyond the conversation of trusted friends, to express something more that was extremely special between them. And, so, they kissed at length – mouths, tongues, lips fully animated, uniting the two people in the first phase of their lovemaking. How much this man enjoyed her taste and the lively response of her tongue to his own tongue’s explorations. However, it was not only their mouths that were active. Their hands, too, were roaming, touching, feeling and finding places that brought increasing pleasure to both. Already, they were totally lost in each other. A crowd of onlookers could have gathered on the beach silently to watch, and the two lovers probably would have been oblivious! On top, she was wearing one of his favourite blouses of hers, a floral-patterned, Belgian one, with a black background, buttoned, but open at the neck. Below, all she had to cover her nakedness was a plain black skirt. Perfect colouring and attire for her long, chestnut hair and bright, brown eyes. He, too, on this balmy summer’s evening, had dispensed with underwear of any kind, wearing just denim jeans and a shirt of blue to match his eyes. No wonder that their fingers and the palms of their hands were easily finding bare skin to delight both the one touching and the one being touched. The multiplying sensations of pleasure were already beyond adequate description. For a minute or two, they rested their mouths and connected instead through their eyes. As they looked deep into each other’s hearts, as it were, he began with trembling fingers to unbutton her blouse from the top down. Did she want this he asked her with his eyes? Her eyes, rivalling the twinkles of all the stars overhead, replied with an emphatic “Yes! Yes, I do so want this!” Finally, he had managed to release all six buttons and the two edges of her blouse hung free like slightly parted curtains that beckoned him to see what lay beyond. His heart was racing now, his pulse able to be felt in every square centimetre of his body. Consequently, it was impossible for him to steady his hands as he took both curtains and drew them aside slowly. “Ahh!” he gasped involuntarily. The mere sight of his lover’s flawless, lightly tanned breasts before him took his breath away completely – as they had the very first time that he had unveiled them five or more years ago; and the way they had always done since, without fail. “I tell you this nearly every time”, he whispered. “Yours are the most perfect breasts in every way possible!” The rounded, pale clean fullness of her twin orbs easily eclipsed the beauty, and power to attract attention, of the single and incomplete, flat disc that was hanging in the starry sky above the water. And then…the jewels in the crown! The pièces de résistance! He had exposed her nipples, her delectably erect buds, to the night air, and more importantly to his tongue’s access. With one deft movement, accompanied by a deep, involuntary intake of breath, his gentle hands were suddenly, yet lightly moulded to her bare bosom, and his mouth had landed softly, first on one, and then the other, of those two delightfully captivating focal points. And as she began to moan and sigh with pleasure, his hands squeezed and stroked and massaged each perky breast more firmly, while his lips and tongue played ever more vigorously with her excited nipples. “Oh, how I want you! All of you!” he cried. At those words, his beloved took advantage of his self-interrupted lovemaking and pushed him firmly backwards onto the sand in order to rip open his buttoned shirt and plant her ravenous mouth on the tinier, but no less sensitive, peaks on his chest. As she knew it would, her attention to this part of her lover’s anatomy elicited a loud groan of gratification followed by boyish chuckling. He was so predictable! “What pleases you, my darling, brings me equal and more enjoyment”, she whispered. And with that, he lay back in a sheer state of bliss and utter contentment as her lips and tongue delighted him, sending the equivalent of little electric currents from those two insignificant buttons throughout his whole body. A full minute or two passed in this way before two minds and two bodies responded alike and they fell to wild and passionate kissing of mouths and faces and necks, finally to focus on the first. Their tongues danced and wrestled with each other so urgently, so ardently, the lovers could scarcely draw breath. It was as if they wanted to consume each other. And this passion was only intensified as their hands roamed and caressed each other’s bare skin and they spoke words that they speak to no other. “It seems so long, my dear, since we last were together.” “I know. Far too long. But it’s only been three weeks this time.” “Darling, you know I don’t do this with anyone else, don’t you? You are the only one!” “Yes, my sweet. Nor do I. I have no desire to be intimate like this with any other person. You are the only one who holds my heart.” Without losing their focus on each other, they fumbled to help themselves completely discard their clothing and use the various items as their “bed sheet” between them and the sand. What an indescribable sensation it was for his manhood to be at last set free from the confines of his jeans and become yet another means, the most sensitive of means, of his feeling her closeness as it touched and bounced against her thighs, lower abdomen…and vulva. Suddenly, she was holding it, running her hand lightly along it, feeling its length and stiffness. How it stretched and strained, under her loving touch, to find its way home! But before giving it rein, he moved downwards on his lover’s body and buried his face between her thighs, where his tongue found another familiar playground. How he relished the experience of imagining what he was actually doing as he used his lips and tongue to find and identify the different parts of the flower whose nectar he was drinking. There were the moistened petals to the sides, of course, and slightly off-centre, reached by the upward sweep of his tongue, was that glorious, undoubtedly now glistening, pink bud, becoming ever-more erect, and easy to find. How they both revelled in the awareness of their rapidly escalating arousal, produced by this very intimate act, which was but a prelude to the main event. Suddenly, a little gasp escaped her lips as her body involuntarily shuddered with a wave of pleasure. As sensations mounted again, becoming momentarily too quickly intense for her, she reached for her lover’s face and brought her lips again to his. Kissing was - for both of them, happily - the preferred lingua franca before, during and after their consummation. The more they kissed and frantically caressed each other’s entire bodies, including all the crevices of mystery that the human body offers the lover on tour of his favourite destination, the tighter they grasped one another, the closer they pressed their bodies together. But still they had not joined themselves fully. They were climbing the mountain and had got close enough to the top to be enjoying magnificent views already. But they knew from previous trips that when they reached the summit there would be no comparison! “Oh babe, I want you. I want you so badly! I cannot get close enough to you!” “Darling, you make me so wet. I want to hold you so tightly. It’s as if I can’t get enough of you. I need you inside of me!” Suddenly, she broke away from him. “I want you to do doggie,” she exclaimed with a cheeky smile, flipping herself around and offering him the most exquisite of views. The openings before him, and their surrounding landscape, were pristine and, oh, so inviting! However, neither of the two lovers had any particular desire to use a pathway other than that which had naturally evolved for such excursions into paradise and the continuation of the species. That is not to say, though, that they did not appreciate, or even indulge in, the pleasures and delightful sensations associated with touching and exploring the whole of this nether region of the human body. He had already been transporting them both to a higher level of heaven a few moments earlier as his fingers ran the length and depth of the crack between her bottom cheeks and played at the more minor of the two entrances. Now, it was time to directly approach her main gateway and tap at the tiny doorbell with his magic wand. It was all he could do to restrain himself, after that simple action, from plunging straight in to satisfy his own desires. Yet, he managed somehow to suppress the violent urge driving him toward that course. Instead of penetrating in a rush, he used amazing self-control to tease his lover by allowing his penis to touch and “sniff” the alluring scent of her partially hidden, beautiful petals before gently probing the centre of this most mysterious and captivating of flowers. Slipping it in slightly deeper, he immediately began withdrawing it slowly. The sensation for both of them, as he repeated this action a number of times, each time going a little deeper, was mind-blowing. More than anything, she loved the feeling of him inside her and craved the manly thrusting and release that were now getting closer and closer. As for him, he was almost being driven mad by the intensity of exquisite pleasure he was experiencing at the tip of his iron-hard rod, combined with the more general feelings of arousal as his lower abdomen pressed in against her soft, silky smooth bottom cheeks. Again, as if one in mind and body, the two “doggies” decided upon their next joint move, which was to become “missionaries”. With a break of mere seconds in their passion, they separated and re-joined, with him now above her, their faces close together and their souls linked through their eyes. Lower down, he was preparing his key, which for several years now had equally belonged to her, to slide gradually and fully into the beautifully formed keyhole of the locket between her lovely legs. For some time, the lovers had taken the view that this key and this locket were designed for each other; that they were, so to speak, of one piece. All of a sudden, their mouths were sealed as one at the lips, their tongues writhing excitedly and juicily together within the shared space. And their bodies pressed hard against each other, arms holding torsos tightly, while her legs parted to invite his second entrance. Deep inside her, he slid, his sword of love soon buried to the hilt in her perfectly matching sheath. As her legs stretched outward and upward and closed firmly around her man, they looked again into each other’s eyes, whispering their most endearing words saved exclusively for each other. Then they began their prostrate, rhythmic dance – he gently, yet firmly, thrusting in and out the full length of her love canal; she alternately squeezing and releasing his manhood, bringing it to its absolute greatest length and fullest girth. The feelings they were now experiencing were amazing and wonderful, thrilling and exhilarating beyond words. Nevertheless, they both tried to express something of their joy as they drew breath from their deep kissing. “I just love having you inside me like this.” “And I love being here. There is no place I’d ever rather be. This is home for me!” “Keep on thrusting. You are so hard! I love your thrusting. I want all your cum. Give me all of your cum.” “I will babe. I want you to have it all. Every single drop. I want you to have all of me.” “Yes, give me all your cum. I want all of you. I feel so close to you when you cum inside me.” The crescendo was building too rapidly now and was unstoppable. In an instant, the music of their lovemaking seemed to break and burst and spill into the most magnificent of resolutions, their very souls set free, as it felt to them both, and transported together heavenward on the most enchanting and harmonious of “spiritual melodies” that can be produced by lovers so truly united in their skilled playing of each other. Replete, relaxed and totally satisfied in the deepest parts of their beings, the woman and the man, lay joined, almost motionless and mostly speechless a full ten minutes or so, simply holding and gently kissing one another with deep affection. She continued to be a very willing host to his softened, but still interested, manhood, which twitched now and again with pleasure in its snug, secure home. “I can’t believe it, my sweet! Our lovemaking just seems to get better and better!! That was absolute, pure magic!” “For me, too, darling. You are my perfect lover. You satisfy me completely. I feel fulfilled in every way by our lovemaking. You make me feel so good!” “The feeling is definitely mutual my dearest. You are my absolute treasure.” Eventually, hand in hand, still feeling a powerful current pass back and forth between them, they began to walk leisurely and deeply contented in every way back to their room, where each suspected that the flames of their ardour could easily and quickly be rekindled! If they had looked more closely at each other there in the darkness, each would have seen a smile on the other’s face – a smile that seemed to communicate: “I feel so secure and happy in this person’s presence. I never feel like this with anyone else.” CODA: Words from the song by Eric Clapton, “Wonderful Tonight”. And then I tell her, as I turn out the light, I say, “My darling, you were wonderful tonight. Oh, my darling, you were wonderful tonight”.

1 July 2020

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I remember years ago getting into a discussion about squirting. Since I had never experienced it, I did not believe it to be anything more than urinating. And I am sure many who read this will already be mouthing that as they read this. Being ADHD I have a very strong creative streak, but on this matter I am going to be very objective and I will take you on my journey built over many experiences starting with an incredible Latin girl from when I lived in America. Until this exotic Latina, I was on the it's BS side of the argument. But one night this rigid stance of mine was brought into question, 'did that just happen?', which was quickly replaced with 'what the fuck just happened?' I was lying on my back with this beauty straddled across me. I could see in her motion and by her breathing she was about to cum as she had many times before with me on the many nights we had shared incredible and passionate intimacy. But this night, it was little different. We had been doing a little bit of role play and had stopped at sleazy motel for the night and I had paid her like she was a cheap hooker. My hands glided up her arms and rested upon her bare shoulders and in that moment I just knew, I pulled her hard down thrusting the full length of my cock deep inside her. There was this incredible cry of pleasure as she climaxed, but louder than ever before and she suddenly dug her nails into my chest and pushed hard back against my grasp becoming completely upright. She moaned and then it happened. Something I have never felt since. I could feel this sudden warmth travel down the length of my cock and then onto my pubic bone and balls. The warmth was not imagined or subtle. Had she just squirted on me? Whatever just happened was from within the vagina. Years passed on since that night and the memory of my Latina and that night never faded. We had many incredible nights, but none saw a repeat of that moment. Recently, I started dating a submissive. If you read my other stories about this girl, you will get an idea of her likes and high pain desire. When I first met her, she was unable to orgasm on a cock and had many ill conceived ideas about sex that seemed to emulate a bad porn film. Over time I taught her to slow down and allow the pleasure to build for her. To begin she never squirted until one day it happened. I introduced her to fisting and with this the squirting began to increase. Again the argument it is urinating is going to be mouthed by the disbelievers and I would have been there right with you saying the same... But this time my entire fist was inside her and I could feel the wet warmth moving down over my entire fist and then exiting her vagina. Recently, after a long break, we reconnected for one last time. She had not felt my touch for months, but instantly our kiss reignited a torrid rage of passion. As soon as my hand found its way under her panties and pressed hard against her clit, she began to moan. 'harder, harder, harder... please make me cum' and with that I thrust my fingers deep and firmly inside of her causing her to scream, 'Yes' as she orgasmed and immediately soaked my hand and her pants with a powerful gush. I continued to use my fingers over her clit and then inside her grabbing her with all my strength. 'Please, Please, Please' she begged for more pressure. Her words ring in my ears... they are rushed but soft with fast breaths. She came over and over and with every orgasm this squirt became harder. There was a pool of fluid where she lay and I lost count of how many times she came under the stars. Cars are driving by and headlights flicker through the trees around us. As she begins to orgasm I kiss her holding her throat and say, 'Let me see your eyes'... Obediently she opens her eyes and again explodes onto my hand. She is panting as I relax my hand between her legs and lightly tease over her clit allowing her to almost catch her breath. Eyes starting into mine, she begs, 'I want your cock'. I allow to climb atop of me and she crazily begins to fuck me harder than I have ever remembered. She is possessed as she cums atop of me and squirts all over me numerous times... I am so lost in her pleasure, I know I am not going to cum. I push her off me and I tell her to bend over in front of me. Her ass and cunt are exposed fully to me as I now stand naked behind her and with my hand rubbing over her clit, I slam my fingers hard and fast inside of her. I press her head down firmly into the camp mattress we brought with us and I grab her hair forcibly to push her head down harder. Her fingers grasp firmly into the mattress. My other hand is cupped with my arm rubbing over her ass, meaning her clit is below my fingers and as she cums again. With this her fluid comes over the top of my fingers into my palm and is deflected up over her ass... Anyone who knows the female anatomy knows that it is physically impossible that fluid to have been urinated into my palm when my fingers were higher and inside her vagina unless you think urine comes from her ass. Having said all that, I too have watched porn videos where they are urinating so I understand why some people conclude as they do. but I don't care, I know what I experienced and even had it been urine, which it was not, it was an amazing experience.

1 July 2020

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Please note our story is a true but nearly all of them occurred in Adelaide not our local town for obvious reasons My wife and I very lucky to work at the same shopping centre but not too far from each other on my tea break that morning I was feeling horny so I message my wife and told her that did she want to try something kinky this afternoon we had a regular spot that the shopping centre at our car park that was very private but we used to have quickies once or twice a week but today I wanted her to try something a little more daring and be a little bit more public where we could be seen of course we had to be careful because we did work at the premises but cited 5000 other people. My wife is lucky to finish work at roughly 230 but unfortunately it was a time that it was very busy where we worked our cars are parked on a rooftop car park Advised my wife not to park in our usual spot as he wants to be more daring and have the possibility of being busted I went on my tea break and text her that I was coming our car was a car wasn't facing traffic but of course there was a chance that we would be seen as it wasn't a usual private spot I sent my wife a text saying I was just around the corner and that I wanted to see her naked ass poking out of the car upon the walking up to the car this I couldn't wait to see as you can see from the pictures that she has a beautiful ass that is white plum and very round Upon walking up to the car my wife was bent over kneeling out the passenger door unfortunately there was no one around but I did enjoy the view she turned around and hit my pants and swallowed my manhood pushing the closer and deeply into her throat as she pulled my pants down to expose my ass cheeks at this stage we had some cars driving past our car they couldn't exactly see anything but knew what was going on as I had my hands on top of the car and they can see my wife in the car but the head moving back and forth we got a few smiles and of course a few cross looks at this stage it was very fun I was very nervous because I knew it was about to get very awkward because I was about to stick it in her and I'm sure we were going to be seen Upon telling my wife to get up and get back in the position she was in when I walked up to the car over shocked to see her bend over even further out of the car hey ask clearly visible but clearly beautiful for the world to see Of course it had to be as I started thrusting in and out holding both ass cheeks with my hands we had two guys clearly looked over as they were walking to the car and can clearly see half of a white bum hanging out the car and a male moving back and forth I didn't tell my wife is but I've course got a smile and a thumbs up from them as they continued walking behind them was an older woman who looked at me and disgust as I started moving even faster I knew because I knew we were being seen that I wouldn't last much longer cars continue to drive by and look out the window knowing what we were doing and what was happening upon the 5th car driving past all looking out at us I exploded in her my wife mentioning that was big you must have enjoyed it My wife haven't seen anyone see us but unfortunately there was about 50 people that did the most awkward part was her cleaning herself up afterwards Wow what a rush

29 June 2020

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It was difficult seeing you across the foyer of the hotel, you were the last person I had expected to see at the Mayors Charity ball. I caught your eye and we smiled and nodded in polite surprise. I noticed you husband was by your side as my wife was also attending. We both went back to our pre dinner drinks and conversations with our guests. It wasn’t until we were ushered into the ball room that we both realised we had been sat at the same table and the palace cards had been laid out in a way that partners had been separated. Walking around the table both our partners found themselves their settings as you and I realised we were sitting opposite our partners and side by side. To say I found the idea of sitting next to you at a dinner that our partners were also attending oblivious to the fact we knew each other was exceptionally arousing. You were dressed in a beautiful gown with a long slit up the left hand side displaying your beautiful legs. As it happed you seat was to my right. I was dressed as I normally do in my kilt so as we sat we touched skin on skin as we sat at the cramped round table. The entrée was served and conversation around the table was interesting as most of the couple had never met. As you slowly ate your soup I felt your hand move from your lap to mine and then slowly push my kilt a little higher with each spoon full. All the while caressing the skin of my inner thigh until your fingers brushed against my balls. I don’t know how you were doing it, looking across the table and laughing and chatting with the others as the table cloth was pushed back to hide you hand now stroking my cock as the gentleman on my left had left to chat at another table. Hard is an understatement. You nails ding into my cock gently as you stroked me slowly back and forth so as no one would know or suspect what you were doing. The waiters came to clear the table and you place your hand back on the table. You stand and excuse yourself from the table and walk off to I could only assume was the bathroom. When you came back you sit down laugh at the end of you husbands joke you had heard many times before and as you do you place something on my lap ever so discreetly. When I get a chance I look down and realise it’s your lace g string knickers. I smile and tuck them into my sporran. Dinner is served and as we finish and the table is being cleared you ask if the upstairs gallery is open overlooking the hall. The waiter replies yes and you ask if anyone else is interested in walking up and having a look. With no other takers I suggest that no woman should be alone and I decide to accompany you. I walk around the table and kiss my wife on the cheek. We grab our wine glasses and we walk towards the entrance doors and then around and up the stairs of city hall to the balcony and then rather than into the main doors we walk along the long curved corridor to the last set of doors. At this point we are hidden because of the curve of the hall way and you turn and take my hand and pull me close. Kissing me deeply as your tongue dances with mine. I push open the door and its as if we are looking down on fairy land. The lights of the main ballroom are dimmed as all the tables have candles. Where we have walked into the upper balcony is almost in darkness by comparison to main hall. You walk down to the railing and tell me to sit on the first chair, you step in front of me lean over the balcony and look at the crowd. You look over your shoulder and in the dim light of the balcony tell me to have an early desert as you pull you dress up exposing you naked rear. You know how much I love that sight and I lean forward placing my tongue in each of your holes as you wave to some one down stairs. I can hear you moan as I replace my tongue with my fingers and sit back to enjoy the view of my fingers disappearing into both your arse and pussy. I am hidden to those below by the height of the solid railing along with the dim lighting. You move back as if to sit, first pushing aside my sporran and then opening the front of my kilt. As you sit down I slide forward and the you guide my cock into your arse. We don’t have much time before we are missed you say and I cum so much quicker with a finger on my clit and you in my arse. You take me all the way inside you and then start to rise and fall on my cock, at first using the arms of the chair to help you rise and fall as I feel you already wet pussy start to leak juices over my balls. Suddenly you stop and sit with me deep inside of you, you reach forward and grab your empty wine glass with one hand whilst you bring yourself to orgasm filling the glass as your do. As your orgasm subsides you lean back against me and tell me again how much you love me in your arse then you step up and straighten your dress and I my kilt. You hand me the wine glass with your juices and ask me if I will drink you. Always I say. You then tell me to take it with me to the table and drink it in front of everyone as if its wine. Back at the table my crotch wet with your juices I sit and drink you as we both laugh along with the conversation of our table guest. Every now and again your hand on my lap.

26 June 2020

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I lead you through the door of the two bed room holiday apartment. I have a surprise for you I tell you but I don’t want you to move I just want you to enjoy this. I had picked this apartment because of the very solid dining table. I ask you to take off you clothes and act a little distant. You go to kiss me and I say just wait. Once naked I spread a towel on the table and ask you to lie down. I grab a blind fold and and cover your eyes then go to a bag and pull out some belt cuffs, I have four and they are attached to lengths of thick black rope. I Attach one to each wrist and ankle. Once I have done this I lift your legs and pull you butt so it just hangs over the edge of the table. With your knees pulled up to your chest I take the rope attached to one ankle and tie it to the leg of the table closest to your head. I then do the same to the other side . The ropes are Not tight but rather support the weight of your legs up and open your pussy and ass exposed. I then take the ropes attached to each wrist taking them inside each leg and again tied to the legs of the table closest to your butt. Again not tight but comfortable but not allowing you to now move. your arms now resting either side of your body your breast pushed up and inviting buy your arms, your knees are up towards your breasts but have fallen open ankles in the air. I take off your blind fold and say I have a present for you, you smile that little smile and say oh yeh. You want my arse, I do I say but not yet. I place a pillow under your head and place a mask over your face, you can see but your face is hidden. You watch as I walk over and produce a small video camera, I have a gift for you I tell you and open the door to one of the bedrooms. 20 men of different ages walk out and start to undress. I shall film you so you can watch later I tell you. One by one the place a condom on and slip into you pussy first and then your arse. I circle filming the whole time sometimes from a distance and others up close so I can see the folds of you labia being pulled and pushed with each stroke of the guy who is in you slides in and out. As each guy finishes they dress and leave until two very well built guys are left. You have just been pounded for 30 minutes continually as each fucked you and brought you almost to orgasm. Restrained so you couldn’t move you enjoyed it all so much but being brought to the edge of orgasm to have each guy stop and a new one start has you begging to cum. I undo your hand restraints whilst the two beautiful and well hung younger guys undo your ankle straps. I take your hand And lead you to the king size bed as one of the young guys lies down, you look at me and I tell you you can now cum. Hop on top of the young guy. The look in your eye as you climb on top of him and slip his substantial cock into your pussy. I keep filming as the other guys kneels beside your face and you take his equally substantial cock into your mouth. Your now rocking the cock in your pussy out as you take the other guys cock deep in your mouth. The look of pleasure on you face is amazing you juices running down over the guy on the beds balls. Stop I say let’s get a pic him in your arse, you rise and slip off his cock then take one hand a slip it into your arse. Your in heaven. You have now had 19 different cocks in your arse this one the biggest. I ask you how it feels but you are lost in the moment of bliss. I continue filming and tell you I have one more treat. I nod to the young guy whos cock is in your mouth. He pulls away and moves to stand behind You on the bed as you ride the other guy. The guy on the bottom says stop and holds your hips still as the second guy crouches so his erect cock is now behind you arse hole still filled with the first guy. I move around behind you to film as he too slips his cock into your arse. They both work in tandem both trying to push their cocks as far into you as they can pumping you hard. Your now lying on top of the first guy your hands gripping the sheets trying to push back so you can get them deep inside you. Suddenly you collapse as a massive orgasm envelopes your Whole body The two guys slowing their tempo and enjoying your orgasm to also cum. The second guys pulls out steps off the bed and gets dressed. You fall off the first guy and he too gets dressed and silently leaves . I turn off the camera and sit beside you on the bed resting against the head board as I stroke your hair. I let you just enjoy the feeling as I pull the mask away from your face . I even let you sleep exhausted by what has just happened. You wake an hour later and I hand you a glass of wine. How you say, lots of web site posts and coffee shop meetings. What about you you ask. When your ready I reply and say let’s watch some tv. You sit in the couch naked glass of wine in hand as I plug in the camera to a tv in put. This is your present for your 60th I just wanted you to see how much you turn guys of every age on. You sit mesmerized for the first 15 minutes as you watch guy after guy in your mouth and in your pussy and arse. I am Sitting beside you stroking my hard cock looking at you as you watch your self and then back at the screeen. Suddenly you stand move in front of me and slide my cock into your arse as you sit down. This is a better way to enjoy this and for the next 15 minutes you slide up and down on my cock as we both enjoy the video. I haven’t cum yet nor have you. you ask me to lie on the floor and then position yourself over my face before you lean down taking my cock into your mouth. I reach around and hold your cheeks apart as I lick your clit, your mouth rising and falling around my cock as I raise my hips to meet each down ward stroke of your head. I sense your climax again and you mine. I am raising my hips to meet your mouth faster now as you orgasm and spray a mixture of orgasmic juices and pee into my mouth. I start to cum as you take me deep into your mouth your teeth biting the base of my cock in an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain as I continue to drink you.

26 June 2020

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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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Steve just turned 18yo and got his license the same day too. So he decided to go for a drive into the country side, about 5 hours away his car overheated and stopped all of a sudden. He opened the hood and tried to fix it but he only made himself all dirty n still without a car. Ther were 2 purple backpacks exactly the same in the back seat of his car, 1 was his and the other 1 was his now EX-Girlfriends bag, without checking which was which Steve just grabbed 1 of the bags. He locked up the car and started walking down this old dirt road with NO houses anywhere in sight and not to mention it was a 45 degree day, so it was stinking hot as well. After walking for about 2 hours, finally a car was coming towards him, Steve waved down the car to ask for some help. An Older MAN (about 60 or so) pulled up to help, he said “U look like u need a ride buddy can l help u at all”? Steve smiled n said “Ur a life saver Sir, if u didn’t drive up l don’t know what l would’ve done, how can l ever repay u”? The MAN smiled n said “We’ll work it out later son, it’s not a big deal, jump in”. He got in the car and the MAN said “My names David, my friends call me Daddy Dave. We’ll quickly stop at my place so l can get my toolbox n then we can check out ur car Steve”. He agreed n they drove back to Dave’s house, which was a farm in the middle of nowhere, and no other houses could be seen anywhere. They pulled up in front of Dave’s place n walked inside, then Dave turned around and said “Would U like to clean yourself up abit before we go back to fix ur car”? Well by then Steve was all hot n covered in sweat and his hands n arms had dirt n grease all over them. So Steve said “Yes please, l would LOVE to have a shower and clean myself up abit, thank you so much Daddy Dave, if there’s anything I can do for U, please just tell me”. Dave just smiled at him n said “Here U can leave ur bag there on the couch while U clean up”. Then Dave took Steve into the bathroom n said “Here U go Steve, U can lock the door from the inside if Ur scared that is”, n smiled at him, Steve turned round n replied “thanks U soooo much Daddy Dave”, n smiled as he closed the door to the shower. The water turned on, then Dave thought to himself I’m going to have a quick look inside Steve’s bag. Well, was he SHOCKED when he saw what was inside the bag. First he pulled out a pair of White really sexy Woman’s Ankle Strap Open Toe High-Heels, then a Small Tight White Mini-Skirt (size 8), then a pair of Skin Tight 3/4 Black Leggings (size 8), and a Tight Black Aerobics Sports Bra (size 8), and a Small Tight White Crop Top (size 8), and 2 sets, both different colours, White and Black, Matching Silk Bra’s and Knicker’s (size 8). When Dave saw everything in Steve’s bag he smiled n said to himself “I think somebody’s got a secret there not telling me”. Dave grabbed all of Steve’s things and went to the bathroom door. Dave said to himself “If he left the door unlocked I’m gunna walk in n surprise him”. The door was open so Dave walked in really quietly, n Steve didn’t even notice he was in there. Steve was washing himself and singing a girly song, when he stopped singing Dave said “Wow what a beautiful voice U hav”. Steve replied “Thanks, but unfortunately im not girly enough to sing” That’s when Dave said “I think U would be a beautiful little girl. How would U like to dress up n become my little girl”? That’s wen Steve pushed the shower curtain fully open with his sexy little bum fully exposed to Dave and he said “Under 1 condition, U help me shave myself down so I’m silky smooth just like a girl, then l’ll dress up as a girl, U can call me Stacie from now on Daddy Dave and I’m all yours Hunny”................. Just ask if you’re interested to hear what happens next to Steve (Stacie) and Daddy Dave..... Well then Daddy Dave helped Stacie to slowly shave herself down so she was silky smooth and soft, exactly like a girl. Then Daddy Dave said “How about u get dressed sweetie, while I put on a movie we can watch”? So Daddy Dave left the bathroom. Then Stacie put on the white silk matching bra n knickers, the tight white crop top, her 3/4 Tight Black Leggings, topped off with her Ankle Strap Open Toe High Heels... She stares at herself in the mirror, finally she can be the girl she’s always wanted to be ........ She feels soooooo sexy right now... She says to herself “there’s no holding back now, I’m going to let Daddy Dave teach me how to be a good little girl, n then he can have his way with me all night long “. Stacie walks out from the bathroom n into the lounge room where Daddy Dave is. When Daddy Dave sees Stacie, he’s shocked how pretty she really is, “You look stunning Hunny”, l say “thank u sweetie” n l walk over n give him a nice long soft n slow French kiss, just to show my appreciation. He takes me by the hand n leads me over to sit on the couch, we continue to passionately kiss each other and l start to rub n feel Daddy Dave’s body, oooohhh it’s really turning me on being a girl, so l let my hand slide gently inside his pants, 💁‍♀️ That’s when l knew l wanted to be a girl, l felt something very hard, and long... l couldn’t stop smiling while l was feeling it, soooo long, soooo hard, l was soooo excited 😍 l slowly unbuttoned Daddy Dave’s pants n took them off, then l totally undressed him so he was fully naked, but l was still dressed up as a girl. As Daddy Dave sat naked on the couch, l thought l should be a good little girl so l decided to slowly n gently give Daddy Dave the best blow job he has ever had. Daddy Dave was having a great time with her, n he couldn’t stop touching her sexy little girly body, but he LOVED how her bum looked in her tight leggings, he couldn’t stop touching her bum, but only wit her leggings on... Stacie was very busy through this whole process, n she thought, “why don’t l let Daddy Dave get into my knickers n he can gently start to fondle n finger my tight little virgin pussy”...

22 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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I will Survive Modern Version. At first I was afraid, I was petrified When you said you had 10 inches, Lord I almost died But I'd spent so many years, just waiting for a man that long That I grew strong, And I knew that I could take you on But there you are, another lie I was ready for a big mac and, you bought me a French fry I should have known that it was bull. Just a sad pathetic dream Should have known there was no, anaconda lurking in those jeans It took all my self control, not to laugh out loud When I saw your little weiner, standing tall and proud But to hell with all your egos, and to hell with all your need Now I'm saving all my lovin, for a cordless multispeed Go on now go, Just make a dash Last time I saw a prick that small was, Gladstone running unclad hash I should have asked for confirmation, Should have asked for referee Then I wouldn't have you waving, that wee winky thing at me Go on now go. Just hit the track Don't you bring me home no tiddlers. Cos I'll only throw them back The only thing that I could do, with a prick as small as yours Is to stick it with a toothpick, and dip it in tomato sauce Oh.. oh now go.Get out of my sight I'm going back to my appliance. Cos I know it's length is right And if I ever see your, tiny tockley at my door You'll be counting up your inches, as you pick them off the floor Go on now go. Walk out the door. Don't you promise 10 inches, then turn up with only 4 Weren't you a prat to think, I wouldn't catch you out Don't you know we're only joking, when we say size doesn't count Oh no, not I, I will survive Cos as long as I have batteries, My sex life is gonna thrive I will always have good sex, with a handful of latex and I'll survive...I will survive

11 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!

9 June 2020

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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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With gyms starting up again next week my mind reminds me of the hottest gym session ever I had noticed for a short time there was an older gentleman who always strolled about the locker room fully naked. One day there no one was around so I told him he had a nice cock. I happened to be sitting on a bench and when I sat up from removing my socks he was standing in front of me. My eyes instantly focused on his cock and he said "Thank you. You do like it don't you?" I looked up at him and replied "Yes I do, I'd like to taste it sometime". After a little flirty chat about my enjoyment of sucking dick we went into a shower stall together. He was already stiffening up as he turned on the water as I got on my knees. I took his slightly hard cock into my mouth and sucked him until he was rock hard. I spit on his cock and briefly stroked him before he put his throbbing cock back in my mouth. As I rubbed his balls and worked the head of his cock with my mouth he said my mouth felt amazing and I was a great cocksucker. He soon started groaning and gasping and told me to "Make him cum". I kept stroking his cock with my mouth as I felt his hot cum shoot into me. I swallowed every drop and put his cock back into my mouth but he took a step back under the water, rinsed himself and left the shower stall. I stood up and got under the water and as the warm water flowed over my body the curtain opened and I was joined by someone. A hand went to my hip and a big hard cock pressed up against me and a voice just said "That sounded hot". I started moving my hips feeling this stranger's big cock against me. He ran his other hand down the back of my thigh and over my ass and lightly spanking me as he then reached up and moved the shower head. I was in an erotic daze; I moved my hips forward and reached back to grab his cock. Feeling that throbbing rock hard cock in my hand ran his head up and down between my cheeks. He said "Let me help you" as one hand spread my right cheek the other hand put his thick head against my hole before spreading the other cheek. I put my hands against the wall and slowly pushed myself back onto that big thick head. As his cock began to enter me I couldn't help but gasp from the pleasure and pain as little by little I took more of his big cock up my ass. Soon he put his hands up on the wall as well and that's when I discovered he was black. I got so turned on I was asking him to give me that big black cock. I asked him if he liked my tight white ass and he replied he was about to cum. I begged him to cum in my ass and a few thrusts later his cock began twitching and he was moaning with every pulse of cum he shot into me. He slowly pulled his spent cock out and I stood up closer to the wall. He whispered in my ear "See you around" and smacked my ass before exiting the shower stall. I quickly dried off and headed to get dressed. mmmmmm memories

4 June 2020

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