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

1 July 2020

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

29 June 2020

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

26 June 2020

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

26 June 2020

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

26 June 2020

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

26 June 2020

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

22 June 2020

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

18 June 2020

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

12 June 2020

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

11 June 2020

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

11 June 2020

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

9 June 2020

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

9 June 2020

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

4 June 2020

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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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Well I often fantasise about a wonderful night we had with a special friend at Coogee Beach. It was just after dusk, not quite dark. Sean, myself and David all enjoyed each others company with easy chatter and definite electricity. We'd enjoyed a lovely meal at a nearby restaurant, then decided to walk around the foreshore and out to the small lookout. We came to the end of the path of the lookout. with Sean beside me and David the other, I looked out towards Sean and felt the wonderful closeness of our friend. I started kissing Sean first softly, gently absorbing all his mouth juices, a bit like licking a pussy. His lips are smooth and moist and love my tongue intrusions. David pushed closer behind me, kissing my neck and touching my back ever so gently, I could feel his hardness and pushed back against him. He reached around to cup my breast and play with my button nipples, Sean was now rubbing his finger along my juicy slit, I spread my legs wider, I was in heaven. He lifted my dress up to show D. I wasn't wearing any panties, he was most pleased. I turned toward D. and kissed his eager mouth, then bending forward to put his now very hard cock in my mouth, I love sucking a hard cock, so smooth so strong so intense and deeeelicious. Sean entered my cunt from behind, deep into me - yummmm, he was so excited by watching me suck Davids cock, he came in me as if unaware of how aroused he was, I love it when he's out of control. David’s cock was so gorgeous I had to have him fuck me too, especially with Sean's cum in me, I faced D and raised a leg onto the low railing to give him access to my dripping pussy. He pushed it into me after just introducing the head, then a deep thrust which was gorgeous. I could feel Sean's cum dripping out of me, pushed out by David. He fucked me deeply while Sean touched my back and bum, slowly inserting a finger into my second hole. I was so intoxicated by the sex, the atmosphere and shear horniness of the scene. I was so high my pussy clenched then released a small dam, then more spasms and not just mine. We were all spent and wonderfully so, Sean noticed an onlooker and smiled at me, mmmmm ..........

2 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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Many many moons ago when we were in our twenties we travelled around Europe for a couple of months. We met and travelled with an Aussie guy called Peter. We became great friends having seen the best and worst in each other for around 6 weeks. We came home and he stayed on for a year or two, still corresponding with each other. (Snail mail in those days) We built a house and had a child and Pete finally came to visit. All we had for him to sleep on was a mattress in a spare room. Sean said I should kiss him goodnight, and make it a long kiss that he could enjoy, and imagine over. I kissed him good night but was too shy to do more than a peck. About a year later we moved south and he moved to our hometown, so of course we had to visit him and catch up. As baby sitters abounded we were off for a catchup on old times. We dined and laughed and drank, we started to head home and being rather horny, decided to fib and say we were too drunk too drive and didn't want to get booked. Pete believed us and was happy for us to stay. I had a shower and came out in a towel. Sean said I should sit on Pete's knee while Sean had a shower. Pete looked at him in bewilderment, and Sean assured him all was ok. We began hugging and kissing and I was getting even Hornier. Sean returned and Pete had a shower as we helped ourselves into his bed. As we were horny as hell we began kissing and fondling and fucking. When Pete came in he wasn't sure what to do, so Sean said just join in. I was kissing Sean and Pete began to finger my pussy. It was so exciting having another guy touch me while still engaged with my husband. It was so naughty. Sean then wanted to enter me, which was so needed by then, he slid his cock into my super wet pussy. Yum. Pete came up and kissed my boobs, fondling them and settling his lips on mine. We'd only French kissed once in Florence for my birthday so it was great adding more passion to our little tryst. As Sean continued fucking me he became hotter watching the passion between Pete and me. Then Pete kneeled up so I could suck his cock. We were all so high on sex, it was fantastic. When Sean came, he asked Pete if he'd like to please me, and he couldn't wait, his cock was rock hard. He pushed his cock into my now cum filled pussy and said how he'd been wanting to do that for 3 years. It felt so wonderful having another cock in me, so soon after Sean's. I was on another level of horniness, I just had to have his cock, I kissed Sean so passionately yet thankfully for this fantastic experience. Pete thrust into me for not very long before he filled my pussy with a giant load of cum. We were spent, all of us. And so satisfied. All three of us spooning as we slept. The next morning we all had super wide grins on our faces. It was a fantastic experience and one we reminisced about as a couple for ages. The relationship contined for a couple of years until he met a girl and settled down. We respected their relationship so did not meet with him again. We still keep in touch but not as often. Sean knows I'd love to kiss, suck and fuck him again, and he'd love me to too.

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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It was not the most comfortable position in the world. Face-down on a picnic table in a Park, hands lightly gripping the sides of the table and feet on the ground, shoulder width apart. Blindfolded, Jacinda couldn’t see much but could hear everything and was acutely aware of the slightest sound. “Someone walking? Was it more than one person or perhaps that was just Nigel? Silence. Now she wondered where he was and started feeling quite vulnerable. And a little cold. Having her dress around her waist, underwear, who knows where and bare backside exposed to the world, Jacinda was pleased it was dark, or nearly so. Voices. She could hear voices. One was Nigel and the other one was another man. She couldn’t hear what they were saying. She strained trying to hear. Was that another voice? Couldn’t be. Suddenly she felt a hand on her back and could hear someone undoing a belt and dropping his jeans, A warm penis slapped against her backside and she could feel his fingers – a bit rough as he felt her wetness. Then she could feel him pushing against her and all of a sudden he was inside her. It felt big, not fat type big, but long and he knew how to use it. Was he circumcised, what race, how old. Was he fat or skinny? All these questions went through her head as she could feel this long cock thrusting in and out. Jacinda tried to focus on the feeling but kept wondering. Wandering off in her mind wondering was this guy going to cum? A pair of hands grabbed her head and turned her roughly, at the same time a cock was pressed against her lips, pushing into her mouth. He smelled mildly musty, a bit sweaty although not unpleasant. There was no doubt about this cock, he was circumcised and not that big. Pleasant. Jacinda sealed her lips around and applied a bit of suction, working her tongue around the head of his cock. She could taste a bit of pre-cum. The first guy was still thrusting from behind. She didn’t normally cum from having a guy fuck her but she was feeling a bit tingly and warm from this one. He was long … how long she wondered as suddenly the cock in her mouth was withdrawn with a pop. She focused on the feeling of the guy gripping her hips and thrusting from behind. He was starting to lose his rhythm a bit and thrusting deep, holding his cock deep before pulling out and thrusting again. He grunted, quietly and stopped. Jacinda wished she could feel him cum but she knew he was filling her deeply. Meanwhile she could hear, but not see Nigel sucking on the cock that was in her mouth until seconds ago. As the guy behind her pulled his rapidly softening cock from her swollen pussy, she could feel cum running down the inside of her left thigh. Feel the cool breeze against everywhere she was wet. Jacinda was just getting used to that sensation when she felt the second guy, the one she had sucked (and Nigel had stolen!) enter her quickly. No messing around with this one, she was wet, he was hard and even though he was a lot smaller, it still felt good. He was quick. It must have been the expert cocksucking from Nigel but he came almost straight away. A lot! Jacinda was now thoroughly soaked down her thighs. She could hear him finish dressing and then was gone. Nigel removed her blindfold. It was dark, but not as dark as she remembered. The streetlight from 60 or so metres away cast long shadows and Nigel said, “turn over and lay back”. She did as he asked and he slid her towards the end of the table, and pushed his tongue into her pussy. Now, that felt good. She could feel him licking a slurping, cleaning up the cum from her legs and groin, inside her and then he had his tongue on her clitoris. How did he know? The waves rolled over her and finally she came – hard. Squeezing his head in her thighs and gripping his hair trying to make him stop but not really wanting him to. Just another Monday night …

2 June 2020

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