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

9 June 2020

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

3 June 2020

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

2 June 2020

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

2 June 2020

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

31 May 2020

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

28 May 2020

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

25 May 2020

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

20 May 2020

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

10 May 2020

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

29 April 2020

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

11 April 2020

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

4 April 2020

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

2 April 2020

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

2 April 2020

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There's a moment when time seemingly stands still.... I'm standing behind you, we are naked... I'm kissing your neck under your earlobe... Dragging my teeth gently across your skin, then I create a seal with my lips and suck gently... My tongue, it starts to flick against your skin frantically, slowly, gradually, I make my way to your earlobe. I take your lobe between my teeth without hesitation and start flicking my tongue on your earlobe like it's your clit and labia. Your breasts are resting in the palms of my hands and the pad of my middle finger gently explores the tips of your nipples... Tracing around the areola feeling the crinkle from the sparks. Your knees are melting and I steady you till you regain, you feel the erect length of me against your left butt cheek, warm, pulsating... We leave the change room after we regain our composure (as best we can under the circumstances). Later in our room... The deep kissing and light sucking on your neck continues, I’m also now massaging the back of your head behind your ears and nibbling your gorgeous earlobes again... I edge down to your breasts tonguing you’re nipples areola then head further down so I can eat you. I place my whole mouth over your mound and gently suck, blood starts to engorge your clit and labia, they become enlarged... Then I lick to taste you, the secretions have a gentle aroma that it delicious, the fluid is viscous, very thick and very yummm! Then with my mouth enclosing your mould again I start to suck more while tongue-playing with your clit and labia, the whole time gently sucking... I release to vacuum and breath in cooler air that passes over your clit and labia causing you to shudder slightly... breathing out warm air, then back in, the shudders and convulsions increase... I lick down over your mound to the entrance and take on more of your delightful fluid, then my attention returns to your clit again. I slide my tongue back over your mound entrance and then tongue your asshole till you can’t take it anymore... I return focus to your clit. I’ve never been closer to god, while shuddering my head, when I tongue punch your clit till I notice your stomach spasms and your hips raise of the mattress... Your butt drops back to the mattress and thighs clench my head and you beg me to give you a moment to recover... I keep going till you squirm and start slapping the top of my head... I lift my head, my beard is almost dripping, lifting my frame, moving up your lovely torso. I’m nuzzling into your cleanshaven pubic area and I lick your gorgeous brown skin all the way to your bellybutton, causing you shudder some… Lizard like, I crawl over your still quivering legs and moving to your right as I take you right nipple and areola into my mouth, my rough tongue encircle then my left molars gently applied with light pressure. Moving to your left breast I replicate that in reverse… my OCD is good for something positive it seems. Your amazing body I marvel, you’ve previously dissed your body to me, but really to me though, overall, you are ultra-sexy… I desire you more than any supermodel or twenty-year-old child at the pool, I’m a kinky devo, not a minder of neurotics or a babysitter of children. Your lumps, your stretch lines and baby bump you just couldn’t shift, so you’ve learnt to love. You are real, experienced, know what you want and exactly what you are doing, you know you are farking hot as fark. You impeccably dress for you, your confidence cannot be hidden by a few self jibes, you have seen young boofheads at the shopping centre look at you that way. Along with the young dickheads online, prise you like a new tat to impress their mates, impressing you in bed would make their twenties decade. But, you remember what twenty-year-old’s are like, that’s why I’m here now with a steady stream of saliva, I lick the crease of your breast under your left then right breast. Moving up further, turning my attention to the nape of your neck and top of your shoulders. Hovering over the right side of you, you’re facing the wall on the left for you I’m now flicking your earlobe with my tongue and your clitoris is pulsing from the memory of the same action moments before. You turn your head to face me, the city lights through the full height windows of our suite allow me to see a look on you face that I have never seen before in person or of a photo, selfie or otherwise. A combination of relaxed innocence, bewilderment but also unmistakably, complete certainty. A deep kiss, you smell and taste yourself off my juice-logged beard and it makes your pussy squirm You lick my neck under my beard and suck the edge of my beard to taste yourself combined with my aftershave, Joop (pink) and my Proraso Firenze, wood and spice beard oil. I lower myself onto my left side, my left hand moves to cradle the back of your head and neck. My right arm extends so my right hand cradles the other side your beautiful face we continue deep kissing Our lips move as one and we alternate in slow motion gentle, light, lips barely touching to rough but choregraphed hard contact, devouring each other’s faces. We take turns in sucking each other’s tongues and my tongue flicks against the roof of your mouth sending electric shocks though to the top of your gorgeous little head. All the while I am gently needing the back of your head and neck trying to replicate my last hairdresser’s head massage that put me to sleep in the chair. However too much else is going, the anticipation of what’s coming and the heightened sensitivity of your centre of gravity are too much for you to nap at this moment. The fingertips of my right hand have traced down you face and neck, over your left shoulder, encircling your areolae and grazing lightly your nipples. I’m slowly running my hand down the offside of your torso then over your cute little belly then back up towards your breasts, till you impatiently guide my hand till… I find the tip of my middle finger tracing the crease of your oversensitive and moist outer lips, changing direction with a little pressure I feel them part slightly till the moisture and your pleasure increases. Identifying the edges of your labia by touch I find where both sides meet causing you to flinch a little. My ring finger joins my middle finger and my action increases, they are both completely covered in your juice, well lubricated in your viscousness, Interrupting my neck sucking and biting, I raise my hand up and insert them both into my mouth. I just drank half a later of you 30 minutes ago and I needed a bit more, my eyes are closed as I lick between my fingers ensuring I get every square cm of my fingers. Our passionate kissing continues now as I return my hand recoating my digits and bringing them back up, this time to just in front of your mouth. You hesitate unsure, then engulf my fingers like a deranged starving lost person being reintroduced to food, you shudder waist down… You spit my fingers out, our eyes lock and your look informs me, you liked and got off on that but also thanked me for me pushing a boundary for you. My ring and middle fingers re-rub your outer clitoral area then glide down and inside of you, I feel the walls tighten and flex around them, around my knuckles. Your breathing deepens, as I start gently tapping up on the inside front wall, against your g-spot, massaging, I increase the pace till I notice the familiar squelching sound. I stop as it is too early, I whisper the question and you reply “no I never have..”

27 March 2020

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A lady meets a gent on a swingers site Gent works n travels (Aust n OS) n doesnt stay in one spot for long due to work commitments Gent n lady meet up at a capital City as both are there at same time They meet at a roof top bar overlooking the city The passion begins Gent cannot keep his hands off the lady. Steals kisses whnever he can The go for dinner at a lil Japanese Restaurant n whilst walking there he pulls her into an alleyway n kisses so passionately that the lady goes week at the knees They continue with the passion at every oppirtunity they can Go from bar to bar - its pouring rain n they are wet in more ways then one They proceed to the Gents Hotel overlooking the city lights. In the lift up to room gent is practically undressing - oh the passion. Its surreal, like a dream. Can this be happening Enter into the room where undressing n kissing n fondling continues 2nd part of story Thr is 2 diff endings - you choose which ending it should be He begins to slowly undress her - he is kissing n feeling with his tongue. First its her lovely sexy black lacey top, then its her sexy black/red bra n he sees those boobs. He just keep his hands of those. The passion!! Thn proceeds to undress further whilst the female is slowly undressing him. He is dressed in black also. They match without even knowing what the other had intended to wear They are both naked n taking in each others bodies. Drinking in the pleasure of what was about to happen next. She slowly goes to her knees whilst taken his penis in her mouth, flicking her tongue over the end. That is sending shivers to him, he is squirming in pleasure. She is sucking n licking his penis whr he wants to unload but holds back. He brings her up to the bed n begins to devour her lovely pussy. Repaying the favour of the tongue flicking. Oh what a lovely pussy. He just wants to eat her n does. The passion is rising n the need to be "taken" has overtaken. It doesnt last long as the build up has been so intense. They both cum, together in perfect harmony They lay in each others arms n fall into a peaceful sleep

27 March 2020

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It was a warm sultry Friday evening during daylight savings that I met with Sir @ 7pm. We had arranged this a couple of weeks earlier and I was privileged enough to go to his home – no security worries to be had there, so I could scream away. I had Google mapped his place and arrived just before 7, I shimmied out of the car as I pulled the skirt of my very short dress down, as it had ridden up enough you could have seen my bare puss peeping out before I got out. I was wearing it as a halter style, as the straps that made up the booby covers could be rearranged to change the style of the outfit (mini dress), I also had a similar type of bra, made of sheer lace with my nipples poking into the softly abrading lace with 2 inch heels. So up to the front door, with my playbag in hand, I go, teetering on my heels. I can hear music coming from the house as I ring the door bell, the front door opens and as the screen door opens, I turn back towards it hearing him murmuring “Mmmm, mmmm very nice” “Hi, you like?” I say “Oh, Fuck Yeah” he replies as I go inside. Sir closes the front door and we kiss deeply, as we come up for air “I don’t wear heels very often, can you tell” laughing as I stagger losing my balance and leaning against the wall I follow Him into the kitchen where he pops my remaining 5 drinks into the fridge, minus the one I am now about to drink, I drop my playbag on the floor by the table, we are chatting catching up on how we each are and what has been happening lately, drinking, he tells me that I can put my bag in his room and he shows me where to pop it, so after dropping my bag I take out the play gear I have with me. I had bought my paddle, paintbrush paddle and a couple of prickly roller type things, something similar to a pastry cutter but with more prickles. Which I laid out on the end of the bed for him, I was pretty certain that Sir was going to use the solid paddle on my bum as he had used the paintbrush one on a previous encounter. I go back into the kitchen where he is getting his own drink and as I lean against the kitchen counter, I resist long enough for him to have made his drink and put scotch back in the fridge, all the while chatting, before going up to him and planting a hand on his chest and using that to keep my balance I lean up to kiss him between words, I can’t resist kissing him. After a few kisses between words, he turns me around so that my back is against his chest and belly, at which I rub my almost bare butt, (I haven’t said anything about going commando, which feels so naughty), against his groin, he takes my hips and holds them firmly as he grinds his trunk and short covered cock into me. “Mmmmm Naughty Girl” He says as he slides a hand under my dress lifting the hem, “No Knickers” as he caresses the side of my butt. He places his left hand on my chin, turning my head so that he can devour my mouth, making me moan he spins me around without breaking the kiss, he clears the kitchen counter, lifts my now exposed bottom and plops me onto it, my hips sit on the edge as he lifts my right leg and place it on the sink, supporting myself with my hands behind me on the counter, even as he bends over to kiss the very top of my mound, I have lifted my left foot and placed it on his shoulder, exposing myself to him. Using one hand on my jelly butt and the other to open my nether lips further exposing my slick, shiny pussy that is in need of His attention, I moan as he runs his tongue from vaginal opening to clit, tasting the evidence of my desire for him, moaning as he continues to lick and suck on my girly bits, starting out slowly, but quickly increased his tempo until he had to hold me still, even as I held his face to my pussy – he continued to ravish the pussy in front of him, until my empty pussy tightened and convulsed with my first orgasm of the night, He slowly licks and kisses as I come down, catching my breath, he takes me off the counter, kissing and tonguing my mouth in the same way that he wants to use his cock in my pussy – groaning, I can taste the almost sweet musk of myself on his tongue and lips. We have another drink and as I have a little giggle I say “You will not look at this counter the same again will you” “No, I won’t” he replies. Shortly after he leads me to his room & queen size bed, my dress is up around my waist and the top loosened exposing my half undone bra and bare boobs jiggling as I walk, in two moves he has completely stripped and I have barely even gotten my dress off, damn that’s what I get for watching him, I quickly shuck my gear off as he says, It is a shame he didn’t have soft rope, with which to restrain me up with. I told him “You could always use ties or scarfs if you had them” “Well, I want you to get on the bed, in the middle Naughty Girl, and keep your eyes closed” This because I hadn’t bought a blindfold with me. He said “I am going to give me a good spanking” He told me to lift up as he was putting a pillow under my belly to cushion it to protect my tummy, I had told him I was in need of a spanking earlier in the week. Although I can’t say for sure if he had it planned or not, he did manage to find 4 ties with which he commenced tying Naughty Girl to the corners of the bed. he tied my hands first as we discussed what was happening, making sure I kept my eyes closed even as I wanted to turn and watch him, As I tested the left hand side tie, to see how tight it was, I realised I shouldn’t be making it so easy for him and should be putting up more of a struggle, not complying with him anchoring my ankles. I started to squirm and wiggle, pulling my legs up, exposing my pussy to him, as I kept yanking my ankles out of his grip. Making him grab for my ankles and gripping them tighter, to be able to anchor ankles to the corners of the bed, (of course he can’t help but see that I am ‘flashing’ him with my pussy (giggle)). Thwack I gasp, yup I was right, he was using the solid paddle! Thwack A series of smacks were delivered to my bottom in quick succession each a little harder than the pair before, after 4 or 5 sets of wacks, I got a solid hard THWack on each cheek, giving a humming moan as I have lifted my hips after the second set of wacks to meet His delivery of my spanking – soooo gooooood He puts his hand on my red, hot butt and says, “I can’t wait any longer, I have to fuck you!” I was still restrained, but I had just enough slack in the ankle restraints to be able to lift my hips and thrust back as he took my pussy which was soaking wet from the spanking he delivered. Eyes crossing, as he plunged his hard pre cum wet cock into my pussy in one hard thrust. “oh God, Yesss Sir” I gasp out moaning lifting my hips for more. I grasp the ties tightly as he fucks me hard and fast, oh fuck it was sooooo goood feeling him against my hot butt cheeks. “I’m gonna……….” gasping as my orgasm begins to take over my body. “pleeeeease, Now” I cry out, He bites my left shoulder and I groan/grunt at the mix of pain and pleasure. My orgasm triggers his and he thrusts fast and HARD Once Twice Three times plunging into the depths of my still convulsing pussy and stills keeping his cock deep as he grunts “Fuuuuck, Yes” As he withdraws from my pussy, still panting hard, I gasp as his cock pops literally ‘pops’ out of my pussy. I lay limply as he unties me, basking in the euphoria from the combined spanking and fuck, and simply because I had no strength to move, I think that he had sent me off into that place that submissive’s call subspace with the spanking. After asking me if I was ok, all he got for reply was a “ahuh mmmmmm” Sir went to the kitchen, getting a glass of water but also my scotch and coke, I had managed to sit up in the middle of the bed by the time he got back, I downed half of the water in one go and then had some of my scotch. “Are you sure you are ok??” he again asks me I put my drinks down on the shelf along side of me and reply to him “ahuh, mmmmmmmm” as I knee crawl across the bed to give Sir reassuring kisses to show that his Naughty Girl is more than ok. We are both hot, sweaty and breathless, so stark naked we go out into the backyard, enjoying the cool breeze gently blowing through. I was having a bit of a giggle at the fact we were outside nude and some of the neighbours were also out in their backyard, what a sight they would get if they peeped over the top of the fence, we talked about stuff, drinking and caressing each other in small ways, a shoulder touch, I ran my hand down his chest to his hip as he drew a finger down the side of my face just before I put my forehead against his chest just below his shoulder with my left arm around his waist, I kissed his pec above his nipple as I then laved his nipple – stopping just a short of making him twitch. I paused and drained the couple of mouthfuls of scotch left in my glass, wrapping my right arm, glass in hand, around the back of his neck pulling him down for more kisses, fuck I am so addicted to his kisses, we are in need of refills by this stage. So having cooled down and drained our glasses we head back inside, although we don’t get far………….. We put our glasses on the kitchen counter where Sir had his appetiser, Sir took my hand and leads me to the meals area, I was looking at him at wondering what he had going on in his brain, as he pulled out one of the dining chairs, turning it. “Sit” he tells me. “Ok” so I sit, slightly confused, I watch him as he sits on the floor with a leg either side of the chair and my naked self. “Hold the back of the chair, Naughty Girl” As I raise my arms and grab the back of the chair with my hands as instructed by Sir, he grabs my hips in both hands and lifts my butt up off the seat and moves me forward a little to the edge of the chair, He then takes each ankle and puts my feet on his shoulders giving him access to my pussy, Holy Fucking Shit. “Oh, Fuck” I gasp as he proceeds to lift my butt of jelly clear of the seat. My hands, upper back and feet are the only points of my body touching anything at all, so I am in his total control, other than being able to use my feet to lift my hips and thrust against his busy mouth, I have no means of traction. He is flicking and sucking on my clit as I watch him through half closed eyes, eating me inside out, “Oh Fuck” as I thrust my wet pussy into his face, digging in my toes as leverage, I dare not let go of the chair holy fucking hell, so good. I feel his thumb or thumbs enter my pussy, even as he flicks my clit with his tongue, making my pussy clamp down on his thumb/s, as I arch my back pushing my boobs into the air, even as i convulse around his thumb/s, ripping yet another climax from my body, “Oh, oh, yeah, yeeeeessssssss” I gasp with legs like jelly. Sir helps me stand as I have very wobbly legs, he then gives me kisses coated with the essence of my orgasm as he wraps his left arm around my shoulders holding me close and tightly, I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking into his sweet French kisses, even as he bends slightly, sliding his right arm behind my knees and effortlessly picking me up cradling me as he heads towards to living room, depositing me on the lounge, kissing all the while. He steps away long enough to adjust the volume of the music to a slightly lower level and comes back to step up on to the lounge with his left foot and kneel on the other leg, putting his slick wet cock at just the right height for me to lick and suckle before trying to swallow it, I was not going to ignore his cock when he had made so easy for me to gobble down on, I just adore the taste of Sir’s cock, Sir was tweaking my nipples as I was licking his cock up and down the full length, flicking the tip even as I sucked hard around the glans of his cock flicking from tip to glans and back, he started to finger my sopping wet pussy making me squirm and wriggle, fuck it was so hot, I very gently played with his balls tickling them and along his perineum, pinching his butt, Sir was groaning so deeply and by how tight his balls were, I knew that he was on the verge of cuming, humming around his cock, I wanted him to come in my mouth “My balls are tingling so bad” he groaned, even as he continued to finger fuck me. I hummed around his cock as I sucked hard trying to get as much as I could into my mouth before he came, just a couple of quick hard flicks later…. “Fuck, Yeah” he grunts and emptied into my waiting mouth as he froze by my side, I also came on his fingers and squirted on the lounge, a snuggle and kisses on the lounge, he then goes and gets a top up of drinks as I enjoy the music he has playing, sway dancing and singing along as I can, when he comes back we talk about some of our taste in music and various memorabilia that we each have, drinking and chatting, I started singing along with a song that I have just heard for the first time, and really enjoying the fact that he is not giving me a hard time about my singing, seemly he suddenly disappears, I figure maybe loo or drink (shrugging my shoulders to myself) I dance and sing to the music, he comes back with an acoustic guitar and tells me to come into his room, where I climb up and sit on the bed, as he props a leg up on the bed and plays a couple of riffs, while I (hopelessly) try to guess what they are, while I recognised the songs, I couldn’t think of the titles, he had to tell me, lol. He put the guitar away and I lay back in the middle of the bed, he climbed up alongside and we cuddled on the bed for a bit, I put my head back and pushed my self up to start another kiss fest at which he met me half way, oh fuck the kisses, needless to say this leads to groping, squeezing and flicking of nipples, mostly mine, as his hand wanders down my belly to my clit and stretched wet puss. I have one hand on his neck and cheek kissing as the other is full of his hard cock, gently stroking from tip to base and back, thumb rubbing and rolling around the tip, my fingertips grazing his balls as I stroke him until he rolls me onto my back, lifting my legs to hook my thighs on his hips, I locked my ankles behind him lifting my hips to meet his thrusts as he begins to yet again take me to the stars and beyond. We fell asleep soon after as it was around 11pm or there abouts, at some stage during the wee hours I must have rolled over and not being used to having another body in the bed, I woke up snuggled up against his back with my hand on his waist, which, now that I was awake, I skimmed down to his hip and over to his sleep limp cock, to fondle him in his sleep and see how long it would be before Naughty Girl woke him up. Well it turns out I could get quite far!! – Details (teehee) I continued to fondle his cock lightly gripped in my hand, gently squeezing as his arousal level began to increase, the firmness of his cock grew as well until he rolled over onto his back, moaning quietly as I slid over his leg to kneel between his thighs, still gently stroking and squeezing the hardening shaft of his cock, I licked the tip and began sucking my way down his cock, starting at the tip and on each suckle taking more of him into my mouth with each down stroke/suckle as he got harder and harder at what I was doing to him. His moans were getting deeper and louder as he woke up, finally fuck me, with a deep inhale and on the exhale “Fuuuuuck” he groans “Yeeessssss” He wakes completely thrusting his hips up as he reaches down putting his hands on my head holding on as I rose up and down over his rock hard fucking cock, humming as I tasted the precum he was leaking, I adjusted my kneeling to having my legs under his muscle filled thighs, feeling them tighten as he thrusts into my mouth, even as his moans become grunts, I can feel his balls get tighter and tighter as he reaches fever pitch purely from my sucking, so I upped the ante by reaching up pinching, running my fingers around and over his nipples, I could tell he was a hairs breath from filling my mouth, So all at the same time, I tweaked/rolled his nipple, gently pinched his perineum and sucked HARD on his cock. “Aaargh” he grunts as he came, giving me the very essence of his manliness! “Mmmmmmmm” I moan as I clean his cock of every drop. “Now, that’s what I am talking about” he happily sighs. He has 2 rules: 1. Naked in Bed 2. I can fondle him anytime I wake during the night A few kisses later and a snuggle, we both drift off to sleep again. A couple of hours later???? I must have been dreaming, a very hot dream as I was more asleep than awake, sprawled on my belly, slowly rubbing my bare butt, lifting and pushing against the covers of the bed, feeling a tingly tickly sensation, which is guaranteed to get me going and will make me moan with delight. I have no idea how long I was doing this before I started to really started to wake up, but it was after I woke him up with my moans, because I felt the bed shift with his weight as he rolled over to his back and then left side (I know he sleeps on his right side), he came over my sprawled body, with my butt in the air, it was quite easy for him to begin pushing his hard cock into my still sopping wet pussy, Now I was seriously moaning “Oh God’ as I lifted my butt for more, we slowly fucked like this for a bit until our arousal got the better of both of us both. Me – clenching on his cock, trying to keep his rock-hard cock in my pussy even as I panted “Yes, soo good Sir Please Harder” Him – increasing the speed of his thrusting and the strength or rather how hard he was taking me. I was grasping at the sheets trying to get anchorage to push back on his cock, but couldn’t as he pretty much had me pinned to the bed by his hips, I could lift myself just enough to get a hand underneath to grab a boob and play with a nipple, but, even that was enough to send my hands scrabbling for something to hold, my hands made grabs for his wrists and forearms, fuck my brain was fucking fried, I tried to get one hand to his butt – that didn’t happen so back to his wrist. I settled literally on drumming my heels on his tight muscle-bound arse, as I came, he pinned me to the bed with his cock buried deep in the convulsing pussy in my receptive limp body. Panting and moaning through our climaxes’ he kissed my shoulder as he withdrew and collapsed on the bed alongside of me. “Fuck, that was hot” he says I snuggled into his side, kissed his shoulder and off to Z land we went until his alarm went off. You would have thought we had both had enough sex by then, but noooooooo, there is nothing like that wake up sex, a mutual sleepy sexing, slow and easy before breakfast, for maybe 10 minutes before we gradually increase our body rocking speed to a rolling climax for us both, before getting up and getting dressed. We breakfast and what not before leaving the house, kissing at my car, what is meant to be a quick kiss goodbye turns into a kiss fest, I laughingly push him away saying “Go, or we will never leave” “Ok, see you again, let me know when you get home safe and sound” He says. “I will, bye” I reply. We got in our respective cars and left the house.

20 March 2020

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Rollicking good fuck Some time back I made the decision to make exclusivity with a significant other my mission, but I did not foretell the frustrations galore whilst waiting for my lover to grace my door I felt rather like a ship in dry dock high and dry waiting patiently to enjoy his cock Then my paint started peeling exposing my under belly and my legs began to turn to jelly So i wondered is a relationship what I am really wanting? perhaps it’s more fun enjoying NSA bonking? I guess there is no right or wrong Cause life is short not long But here I am putting pen to paper because I want to discuss Why most relationships seem to cause no end of fuss Now pardon me while I vent, but why is it couples seem hell bent on insisting they are happy and content, and being one of a pigeon pair for them is a must, but in actual fact the only thing they trust is that each day will be safe and predictable.? It seems to me it's most probable they live a life of quiet despair and raunchy and amazingly good sex is very rare. For 10 years now I have mostly been selectively promiscuous and it may sound totally ridiculous but I must admit I enjoy sex without a heart connection I think ...because in reality promiscuity null and voids any feelings of rejection because when I have more than one lover there is no expectations and hidden agendas other than to have a rollicking great fuck but when I am exclusive it's quite often I come unstuck because all my petty jealousies and insecurities surface So I ask 'If this is the fall out of monogamy what is the purpose' ? Being a couple may be safe and normal for some but I wonder do their lives become hum drum ? I honestly don’t want to settle for a mediocre life, that soon becomes tainted with boredom or strife With sex as bland as a vanilla slice And I sure as hell don't want to be in a relationship described as 'Nice' So Dear reader I put it to you. What are your thoughts ? Do you just follow the safe and tried path or Go forth? And charter your own course? Or do you cling tenaciously to the past. And seek to be moulded together in plaster cast? For me monogamy gets the thumbs down Because I have found That by choosing to be Prudently selectively promiscuous its way more likely that transparency and honesty abounds

18 March 2020

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I open the door and step inside. My work bag drops to the ground, and my fingers start loosening my tie. Like usual. Then I notice the envelope on the ground right in front of me. One of those thick brown ones, like what I use at work. With a strange, purple string wrapped around it. Not usual at all. I pick it up and pull slowly on the delicately tied knot. It releases, and I pull out a piece of paper. I read the title printed in big bold letters at the top. ”YOUR VALENTINE’S DAY COMMANDMENTS” I recognize the writing. It’s hers. Underneath the title lies one sentence. Followed by ten lines, numbered 1 - 10. My eyes scan the sentence. “Read these OUT LOUD, to make sure you understand and follow them PERFECTLY.” I do as I’m told. “1. Don’t take any clothing off, not even your tie. You will need it.” My imagination starts churning. “2. There is a shot of tequila on the counter, next to a small box. Take the shot now, then put the box, unopened, into your pants pocket.” I look up at the counter. There they are. One filled shot glass, and a palm-sized box next to it. I pick the box up and eye it momentarily. Plain, with no distinctive words or packaging on it. It drops into the pocket of my slacks, and I take the tequila to my mouth. I feel its warmth all the way down my throat and return to the paper in my hand. “3. Tie the purple string from this envelope around the neck of your tie. Don’t ask questions. Just do it.” I hold the string up to the light. What is this strange color and material? Some kind of nylon? It slides easily through my tie loop as I pull it taut. The length of it hangs down to the middle of my chest. “4. Come to the bedroom door. Read all following commandments now, BEFORE you enter.” I make my way around the corner. The bedroom stands before me. There is a faint sound making its way through the wood. I can just make it out. It’s her. She’s moaning in pleasure, deep and heavy. My cock starts to stiffen in my pants. I want to see what’s going on in there. But I have commandments to finish reading first. “5. Knock 5 times slowly. Close your eyes and enter. When the door is closed behind you, open your eyes.” I do as I’ve been ordered and read the rest of the commandments. Hearing them out loud is turning me on even more. I wonder if she can hear me through her cries of pleasure. “6. Absolutely NO TALKING. You will stay quiet, no matter what. And you will not turn on the light. You won’t be needing it.” “7. Place your tie exactly where it goes, when you come home from work.” Exactly where it goes? Does she mean... “8. When I tell you, remove the item from the box in your pocket. You will know what to do with it.” “9. You will finish hard inside of me. Your cum is mine to take, and I want all of it to keep tonight. Every drop.” My cock reacts to the line before my brain even does. It jumps uncontrollably. “10. Read commandments 6 -10 again, so you remember them. This paper will be useless once you enter the room.” I’m equal parts confused, aroused, and anxious to see what awaits on the other side of this door. I take one more look at the paper. No talking, no light. Put my tie where it goes in the evening. The box in my pocket is on hand. And whatever happens on the other side of this door, my cum belongs to her. My knuckles meet the wood. Five, slow, knocks. The moaning stops. I close my eyes. Turn the knob, and step inside. My fingers are my guide on the doorknob through the total blackness. I hear and feel the door shut. Then open my eyes. The blackness remains. It takes me eyes a moment to adjust to what they’re seeing. The pitch blackness fills the room, save for what lies just a few yards in front of me - a glow. A bright, fluorescent purple color. I focus on it, and realize what it is. Rope. Glowing rope, seemingly floating amidst the blackness. I look down to my tie. The rope hanging from it is glowing as well. My eyes start to adjust, and I begin to make out what I’m seeing more clearly. Two ankles with rope wrapped around them, a single taut line of rope connecting them. The ankles sway as they float freely and drift together from the rope’s tension. It gives just enough glow to make out the asscheeks that float between those ankles. The cheeks sit right at the edge of the bed. And above the cheeks, another bundle of rope. Wrapped around two wrists, bound together on her back. The paper falls to the ground. Some force draws me closer to the bed. Maybe it’s my cock. It knows exactly what its looking at. As I approach, I hear a buzzing sound. Followed by her moaning. I move even closer. I have to know more. She is face down on the bed, her perfect ass up and facing me. I can just make out the folds of her pussy lips in the glow. And the vibrating toy that’s pressed against them. She grinds into it, moaning louder now than before. I pull my throbbing piece from my pants, and set it down on the crevice between her cheeks. They cup my cock perfectly. I can barely see her ass shake as she wiggles it against me. But I can feel it. Then I remember - my tie. And it clicks. I slide it off from around my neck. Loosen it. Then put it around hers. Exactly where it belongs when I get home from work. I pull it tight against her skin. The neck of the tie and its glowing string grips in my hand. She pulls away from me, tightening the tension between neck and hand. My cock is swallowed by her pussy, already soaking and eager to be filled. A loud whimper from the top of the tie fills the room. The vibration from her toy feels amazing against my balls as they slap against her. I can feel the inside of her convulse and tighten around every inch of me. The pitch black. The glow of the rope. The knowledge that she is bound here before me. It’s all got me so hard that I can literally feel every large and minuscule sensation at once. Both inside of her and outside of her. The way she tightens around my glans as it hits deep inside her. The way her ass cheeks slap against my thighs. The way the tie string bounces taut in the darkness as I hold it tight. My entire body is buzzing. Then, she yells something. It’s barely audible through the tightness around her neck. But I understand the words. The box in my pocket. I transfer the tie end and its rope from my hand to hers. She grips it between her fingers, maintaining the tension, as I pull the box out and fumble its top off. I can’t see what sits in my fingers, but my sense of touch is heightened, and it’s obvious. It’s a silicone ring. Small, but just stretchy enough to make it around my cock and grip tight to its base. I look down to her ass, still sliding back onto me. I reluctantly pull away, just long enough to wet the ring with her juices, stretch it over my glans, and place it snug at the bottom. My manhood stiffens almost immediately. I’m so engorged I feel like I could burst. As my head presses back in between her lips, the sensitivity is almost overwhelming. The vibrator continues to work its magic. I can feel it even more now. I’ve never been pressed so tightly inside of her before. The toy and the cock ring are a more powerful combination than I can handle. I can feel the last commandment being fulfilled in short order. “You will finish hard inside of me. Your cum is mine to take, and I want all of it to keep tonight. Every drop.” Her moans have turned to screams and my silence has turned to panting as we fuck each other madly. She rams her hips back into me like she’s trying to knock me backwards. I pull the tie towards me and give her the choke that makes her cum harder than anything else. Then I feel it. That point of no return. Commandment #9. It’s time. She squeezes me even harder as my yells escape me involuntarily. It’s like my whole body is a conduit, pouring out energy in an explosion so intense that whatever vision I have in this dark room goes blurry. Every part of my being simplifies to one, inescapable purpose. I release everything, powerful contractions pulsing through my entire frame and into hers. The toy’s vibrations pale in comparison. The pumping from inside of me pushes against the taut cock ring around me, making me cum even harder. My hands grip her hips and squeeze her ass cheeks, as I unload and ecstasy overcomes every fiber of my existence. Her moans bounce off the walls as we both feel my cum filling her up. I’ve never come this much in my life. It’s the senses heightened from the darkness. It's my fingertips running along the aura glow of rope. It’s the strangeness of all this. It’s the way she commanded I give her every drop and claimed it as hers. And it is indeed hers now. But knowing her, the commandments were just the beginning. Soon, she will want more. And I give it all to her gladly. Whatever she demands of me. Let the Valentine’s Day festivities begin.

18 March 2020

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From my cuckolds blog; A visitor Madam instructed me to book a nights accommodation at her favorite inner City Hotel as she is expecting an associate, a Master who is visiting from Singapore on a brief business trip & who would like to meet up with Madam over a cocktail at her Hotel, he knew full well of Madams Lifestyle having had social meets with her on the many trips she had made over the years to Singapore, their mutual interests being the submissive young female & subservient males, he knew of Madams silk slave, i had heard Madam speak of this Master many times before but it was always in the 3rd person so to speak & she was looking forward to catching up with her Lifestyle "friend" after a lengthy period. The Hotel was booked & we duly checked in on the day of their get together, i completed my usual duties for such occasions in preparing the room etc as she took a relaxing bath before getting ready for her "date" at the Hotel cocktail Bar at 7PM, Madam looked stunning in a suitably attired black cocktail mini wearing those killer stilettos, i was instructed to stay in our room as their was no plan for anything other than having a catch up with her friend but Madam did state she would text me if anything came about, knowing what she is like i was, as usual, prepared for anything. After a couple of hours i received a text instructing me to prepare two glasses of Champagne, i was to be in my customary position, kneeling, in front of the comfy lounge chair as they entered the room, their drinks on the settee table, Madam sat aside in her sofa seat as i felt him brush past me to settle into his seat & simply ordered me to "perform your duty cuck", Madam had not said a word to me but i knew what she wanted to see so i unzipped him & proceeded to give him a slow very sensuous mouthing of his cock, i have been well trained in this by Madam so i am used to lengthy periods of sucking, i was very aware Madam was watching me with lustful thoughts & expecting me to do her proud in performing one of her favorite kinky scenarios so i made sure of delivering a lengthy period of pleasure for her "friend". He eventually had both his hands on my head forcing himself deeper into my throat as i tongued his shaft on the strokes until he had satisfied himself. Sir then had a converse with Madam in which i heard her ask him if her slave was good enough for him, i was pleased to hear him say he wanted to use me again in the future. They continued having a chat about their mutual Lifestyle & the Singapore scene until they decided to have a meal at the Hotel restaurant before he headed back to his Hotel for the night, i was left me in my position as they departed the room, all through this i was simply ignored, as if i didn't exist in their presence, a treatment of silent domination i submissively accept from Madam & whomever she is with. After a couple of hours i heard Madam come into our room as i lay half asleep at the foot of her bed, she told me to get into bed whilst she changed into her stapon outfit then satisfied her lust from me before using my tongue to give her a shuddering set of climaxes, then simply, in silence, rolled over to sleep for the night. Madam had a conversation with me at breakfast re the evenings activity & her intent to give the Master access to me in the near future, maybe a weekend in Singapore at his behest. i relay the session contents for the interest in giving an insight into the complexity of Madams very kinky ways of enjoying herself & using me in any way her mood is in. Ends.

17 March 2020

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