Happy Bloody Valentines day....
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Posted:Feb 14, 2017 12:27 pm
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My dear AdultFriendFinder friend was asking about my anal encounters and what I so loved about it....
One of my very favourite erotic stories was about a girl in a peek a boo joint toying with her anus... It had me hot and sweaty before I fully understood what she was doing.
It is, for me until I know different, the most intimate experience lovers can share. The trust on the womans side has got to be complete. The male partner must be able to control himself not to thrust before the lady is properly ready.
Its always going to be too too tight. I love the way he needs to work the silky juices from my quim up to my bud. Then gently massage that most secret of places. The taboo alone is overwhelming. I always blush at the beginning...its a mutual understanding and exercise in consent and patience. Gently working the juices up and teasing the bud into a more relaxed and willing state. Then starting first with his little finger he can gently push and open the bud, teaching it to trust and not to contract-that’s for later...
As he reaches a point when his thumb is massaging the rim and just inside he can add a finger to my cunt and the thumb and finger can rub together with just that thin film of muscle and tissue in between. Excruciating bliss. Just the thought of it now makes me swoon and shiver. My anus contracting in anticipation, my cunt soaking. Im already planning what toys to pull out for tonight. With my heart so full of love for this silly man and my need for him even more I feel a hard session of personal abuse coming up....
To start the easiest is for me to lie on my side with my legs curled quite close. He enters my pussy first, sliding in and out and dragging more juices to my bud with his cock. As he reaches my anus, he pushes softly, not going in, just stretching it a little, more every time... This is the point where you need to know each other rather well...to trust him to go in slowly. .
As he enters me the first time, pushing in, I love the pain and the stretching feeling as he explores deeper in that first thrust, the slower the better. Then pulling out I grip his cock and draw him to me, his gasps of pleasure testament to his enjoyment. As you calm down, and relax you can begin to move more forcibly, a little deeper, a little harder every time... In the perfect situation everyones clean and hot and you can slide from anus to cunt and back again. Once its going well, move to doggy style. Here the penetration is so much deeper and the possibility for getting hurt is very real. I like to be pushed to the limits of my pain. Many find this difficult to understand but my character craves the will of another being imposed on me. Helpless. To be forced that little bit too far. Or asked to do something slightly unacceptable, or be submissive is my need. The fact that I enjoy it and find it empowering is besides the point really!
I love he feeling of a cock or toy giving that last little push to get in and the anus’ last resistance to the penetration, then the anticipation of it reaching the limit but thrusting a little further into the pain barrier. The involuntary contraction caused by that extra pain, that stretching and holding of muscles.... When he draws himself out, to the tip of his cock, my anus gripping him all the way and feeling the tapering of his head. Then the pause and that moment of anticipation as he either slams back in hard or slowly lowers his full length deep into my most tender of places....shew....
I have had it very hard. My first time was in a shower and I wasn't expecting it, or had even imagined such a thing possible. He rammed into me so hard and suddenly the pain was phenomenal. My immediate reaction was panic and fear, but intrigued I didn't pull right off him but rather waited for him... realizing his mistake he calmed me down and we tried again. This time gently, carefully. It was amazing. Incredibly beautiful and so very very intimate. I was ruined. Its all I could think of and we did it over and over for days until I became raw and bruised. Not a bad feeling either....
Now as I sit here writing these secret things and dreaming of the possibilities that lurk in my world, I long for release and passion. Rutting in an animalistic desperate need. The sounds the smells of bodies entwined and sweaty. Skin on skin and sex on sex.
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Hotel hot sex 2: an anal tale
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Posted:Sep 9, 2016 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2017 2:07 pm
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Hotel Part 2 for Carl, Bob and Tig imagine if I could get all 3 of you in a hotel room together...whoohooo]
After our first urgent rut, we relaxed a little then decided a shower would be in order. What can I say? Soap. Warm water. Naked bodies… it couldn't be helped. I must just say that I am eternally grateful to the interior designers for opting for the sturdy shower structure in this hotel… anything less wouldn't have stood a chance! Within minutes our breathing s quickening.
Our hands are all over each other, searching, raking each others back, and feeling our way around. A physical conversation of the most intimate kind. Hungry.. Knowing… I know what I want and so dont protest when you twist me to have my back against you. Your erection hard against the small of my back. Your hands grab, pull and touch. They slide over my shoulders and down my arms, then up on my waist and under my breasts. Cupping their weight, squeezing and tweeking my nipples. They follow curves down and move round to my arse, you trace the valley down to my most secret depth of delight and private pleasure. You know how the anticipation is coursing through me. You must be feeling it too. Softly, gently you caress, touch feel. First your little finger gently teaches the soapy water where to run, then it probes… your thumb moves lower down the valley and dives into my cunt. The physical overload slams me against the shower wall, your cock brushing between us. I long for it. My pussy juices are there for you to work with. You know what to do and your silent confidence is as much a spur for me as your deft hands. The slippery juices are the perfect lubricant for our plans and you work them upwards. Anticipation is eating me alive and my breathing is short and shallow. Your thumb pushing, relaxing, reassuring. You're there too. Now I feel your breath hot and fast on my neck your hand squeezing my tits and at last your cock pushing against my tight little bud. Touches, pushes and now as I brace myself that final push that elicits a scream from me as I arch my back letting you bury your rock hard and deep inside my most secret of places. You stand there, still, throbbing deep in me, then almost as one movement you pull out and push straight back in, in one long fluid motion. Aaaghhh. Deeper now, pain, pleasure delight and animalistic urges surge through us. A desperate mutual comprehension binds us in our movement. Slower now, purposeful thrusts shatter between us. Hard. Deep. Urgent. You know whats next and as our minds sync further your cock slides carefully down the valley into my wet cunt. This time its you who groans and stalls at the deepest point. I push back onto you extricating those last few millimetres from you. For me that small excruciating pain is the delight that urges me on. I cant quantify it. I cant pen it. I just know I need it. I wonder for a split second whether it hurts you to and if you like it, before you answer me with another smooth thrust, slightly harder, deeper this time, into my cunt. Over and over you pummel into me, your balls bashing up against me at every thrust. You’ve pinned my arms above my head against the hard tiles of the shower, I feel totally in your power and I love it. The pain is so good. My eyes closed I am totally focussed on our bodies and the intense feelings playing through us. I know what you are planning when you release my arms and pull my buttocks out towards you, from my cunt to my arse you now slam in to me mercilessly , from one to the other. I hang desperately to the mosaic tiles, my finger nails clutching at the grouting for balance. You slam into me particularly hard and I loose my grip which just seems to urge you on. I quickly grab hold of the taps for support and wait for your next move. In my pussy now your cock comes to rest. You are nibbling on my neck, biting, kissing, my back arched in pleasure. Your hands are busy, your left hand snakes round and finds my swollen clit, you rest a finger on either side of it and gently roll your fingers against it, pure delight. I squirm and revel in the feeling, I feel your right hand is against the small of my back and I feel your thumb delving down and being inserted in to my rose bud. This is a huge amount of stimulation to deal with. Theres more to come as if feel your thumb bend slightly, like a small hook, you now pull gently up on my secret hole, while slowly starting to move your cock in and out again. The thrusts are slow now, with a pause and push at the point where I would think you cant get any deeper, this is emphasised by a slight upward pull with your hooked thumb and a squeeze on my clit. I have abandoned all sense of propriety and hang pushed up messily against the shower tiles. Water streaming down my body and face. I am totally and utterly within the moment with you. All there is now is the sound and feelings of our bodies. Water. Sucking, slapping sounds of bodies in ecstasy. Breathing gasping needing. This urgency that overwhelms us is so utterly complete and natural. It is desperate, secret and ours entirely. I can feel all the muscles in my body begin to tense as your pace picks up focussed and urgent. My mouth dry in this wet world. Our climax is almost an after thought. The act itself was far more intense than just a physical and emotional reaction. It was a fulfilment of time and need.
[to be continued]
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crash and burn
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Posted:Aug 29, 2016 10:26 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2019 3:20 pm
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In case any of you are wondering how the daye went-it didnt, he ducked out once again few hours before, just after hed received my pic to ''make sure he remebers exactly who I am''. Men are rather fickle. my little little ego cant take any more of this.....
UPDATE: So after Mondays disappointment and ‘’constant smsing is a bit much’’ [after 1 sms to confirm our appointment ], nothing. Not a sniff.
Thursday evening Im off to the pub and am sitting there talking kak with some new friends [good friends of his…], and obviously he walks in looking even more sexy than I remember. Bastard. He then chooses to squeeze in between me and the gorgeous artist. With his fucking knee right u against my thigh like nothing has passed between us...Christ I nearly came on the spot!!!! It took every ounce of self control to 1: not grab him and stick my tongue down his throat [unusual in itself as Im not usually much of a kisser]..and 2: run screaming from the room… I sat it out like a good little girl with him laughing too loud at my jokes and touching my arm, leg, shoulder at every punch line, or to get me attention, all while looking said artist lady in the eye and chatting her up. It was fun really… anyway, I left first and came home sobbing my little eyes out. Absolutely pathetic. Fek, I dont want anything more than to have some fun, talk some shit, drink some wine and get shagged silly. Definitely not up to bare his or build a picket fence… oh, and he must’ve proclaimed 3 or 4 to all and sundry how desperate he was to get laid [like really rubbing my nose in it]. Bastatrd.
So yeah...search for goes on.
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what woman are thinking while you stare on oblivious....
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Posted:Aug 27, 2016 6:08 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2019 3:22 pm
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Electric : in anticipation of our first night together –for M-he’s not from AdultFriendFinder….he’s a real living flesh and blood bloke, gorgeous and successful and we met in a pub.
If this is how my imagination will lead me, I can only hope the reality will be at least half as good. Maybe I should let him read this before our first date next week….give him a goal to work towards….what do you guys think?
It really does happen...our eyes met across the smoky room. You at the furthest corner table at the back, me at the farthest corner table in the front.
Slowly we make our way, one table, one bar stool one group of acquaintances at a time across the crowded room. Checking to see if the other is still there, catching electric glances of reassurance and hunger. Finally 3 bar stools separate us and your latest groupie finally leaves, you have already picked up your drink to come to me when Guy intersects you and starts chatting me up… you put your glass back on the bar top and hide your face in your hand shaking your head. Our eyes meet over Guys’ shoulder and you smile knowingly. I hope my unspoken plea for extraction reaches you, but this blokes pretty set on me. It takes ages to extricate myself from his mind numbing attempts at conversation, but I convince him to rejoin his mates, which now includes you in the group.
At last. We shake hands. Do you feel the electricity too? I hope so. Has it just been my imagination? Am I just too desperate? I like this one. Some small talk and an altercation over a bill. I decide to go. I have established you’re a regular here. As I leave I manage to caress your back gently. Sparks again. Im convinced you feel it too. My legs are quivering as I leave and I need to concentrate.
Im back the following 4 nights. To no avail. I begin to think I will never see you again. Your absence has some how amplified my memory of the night we met. I know that I have a new imaginary friend to take home with me. On the Friday night your presence already went home with my mind.
As I lie in my bed, already wet and hot at the thought of you, I know that my imagination will guide my hand. It didn't take long. Your hands were all over me. Slow and purposeful. I respond with the same. Our eyes locked together. Your tall lanky frame locked over my curvy body. Touching my pussy with an unexpected tenderness, you fingers expertly opening those soft pink petals. Stroking, probing. My own hand finds your solid erection. Silky, smooth and tingling. I want this. I want you. You roll, pulling me on top of you. Our kiss is deep and ravenous. Your cock lies between us like a stick of dynamite. You hold my head while we kiss. Hungry. Not really one for kissing I am surprised by my own ferocity. I unwind myself from this embrace. Straddling you, my mouth sinks to first nibble your left then your right nipple. My tongue traces circles outward slowly heading down your belly. Your hand reaches dwon and teases my soaked pussy. I have other plans though and wriggle further down till your cock is close enough for me to smell the muskyness of you. My hands cup your balls, carelessly nudging your cock on the way there. I gently squeeze and softly pull your balls a little, my hand quickly loosing interest here and moving up to encircle you penis.
My hand works up and down a few times before my mouth finds your head. Tongue flicking out to last at your helmet. You squirm at each lashing, my hand still working...
My mouth, still hot and wet from our kiss is poised over your helmet. My lips resting there. I open my mouth only a little, so that when I lower it, your cock almost has to force its way through the tight aperture… you tense and push my head down far until I’m almost gagging. I only wish you were here now and this was not my imagination. I work with my tongue and lips and teeth, dragging, licking, sucking, biting –gently.
On my knees now still working on your delicious cock with my mouth. You fingers are in my pussy, flicking my g-spot mercilessly! Each flick making me quiver.
You pull me off, pushing me onto my back and in a trice you’re over me...You’re a big lad.
I love the feeling of helplessness being under you. Its your game now. Our eyes still hungrily devouring each other. You reach down to kiss me. Deep. Passionate. When your mouth leaves mine, you hang there just looking at me. I’ve always wondered what this electricity thing is that people talk about. Now I know..
First my neck , then my nipples are subjected to a thorough tongue lashing. your hands busy too. I reach up to caress you. You stop me and tell me to lie still. For once I obey as your tongue traces a route south. Teasing around my forest of curls but never actually touching me there… your hand on my thigh, gently teases my legs further apart, you move in between my legs, gently brushing up against me. A shiver runs through me. Your fingers finally start to search. Tickling, spreading, touching. When your deft fingers part my lips and sink into me I almost squeal with delight. So so softly you cares my wet folds and probe my depths I cant help but quiver again. You nuzzle your way down. I lie very still in anticipation. When your tongue eventually lashes out at my clit I buck and cant help a little squeal of delight. Your tongue flicks and circles and pushes and plunges. Your fingers are in on the fray and I feel one nudge my opening, then gently slip inside again. Delicious. Then soon after another and another. Triple delight. Rhythm consumes me as your hand and mouth work together. But the moment you feel me tense you stop everything abruptly. Its so sudden my eyes fly open in concern. I relax when I see you position your above me. Your cock throbbing and just brushing against my pubes. Our eyes are locked again. Your lower your mouth to mine and again our minds entwine in this sultry hunger. I feel pressure on my other lips and then the smooth slow push that finally puts you deep inside me. We both moan into each others mouths. I reach up and hold you closer. This brings you a little closer and deeper, I raise my hips to meet you but the little extra push you give then is too much for me to bare and wave after wave of pleasure rattle through me, as you pick up the pace. Soon the muscles on your neck start to stiffen, I raise my hips again, still in my climaxing state and meet you thrust for thrust. Harder and faster we dance together like a machine. With your last shocking thrust you bury yourself deep inside me and stay there. Your body rocks against me, and my seemingly endless climax pulls on you holds you. We just lie there for some time. Not needing anything else. Yet.
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hotel hot sex
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Posted:Aug 16, 2016 9:03 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2019 3:23 pm
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Hi, hope you had a great day. Here’s little something I cooked up… it’s a bit wordy but I haven't written for ages, takes a bit of getting into again. Will try for the finale for the weekend… Hope you like it….spent my whole day dreaming about it and got very little work done thanks to you! I wrote this a while ago for one of my play mates on chat...
As the first rays of sun break over the hill and spill onto the forest floor in front of my studio, I realize I have been daydreaming again...hours must have passed since I got up at dawn, and I have done nothing!
I do feel warm and sleepy all over and there’s a definite moisture between my legs. Hot and wet, I find when I dip my hand down the front of my white lace panties…What was I day dreaming about you may well ask…
I was awake with a start at dawn. Id been having a particularly raunchy dream involving a man I hardly know in a hotel room up on the North coast. This is what I can remember…
I often stayed here when working on sites in the area and there was a definite trail of travelling salesmen, doctors, environmentalists and businessmen coming through all the time. I hardly noticed usually. Last night in the bar there was this one guy who kept looking over at me, cuddled on the moth eaten sofa near the log fire was my regular haunt at sundown. Usually with the notes of the day and a large Tullies to relax with. As I finished my drink, one of the waiters arrived with a refill-apparently from the bloke whod been checking me out. I nodded a thanks and over he strolled. ‘’Oh god, here we go again’’ I thought, somewhat used to male attention in a very male environment and destination. I smiled my most polite ‘’please fuck off and leave me alone’’ smile and he replied with a deliciously husky ‘’evening, may I join you for a little while?’’. What can one do? So polite, so awfully well spoken, possibly even a brain cell or three. I decide to give it a whirl… ‘’Yes, why not’’ I say while rattling off 6million reasons why not in my head… at least he’s a whisky man and not brandy and coke or my all time run like hell drink cane and coke...eek.
After the regular banter and polite enquiries I am not utterly appalled for a change and actually start enjoying myself. Now, you know, we are all grown ups here and we all have the same stuff running through our little minds when we start chatting and inevitably flirting with the sex of our choice. Im definetly way more active and unencumbered than most women I know and have no issue having meaningless sex with any number of suitable partner. This lad was certainly suitable. Sporty, fit, even quite muscular under his workaday outfit of properly worn jeans, boots and white linen shirt. The hands were just that little bit too neat to be those of a workmen, and the quality of clothing cast him as a businessman trying to look unthreatening and friendly. I expect he’d be much more comfortable in a smart suit in bespoke navy stripe! He wore this well though, with an ease and grace that spoke of confidence and strength. We went in to dinner together talking about everything and nothing and laughing rather too loudly for the maitre D’s taste. The oysters went down well and we shared a dessert over our second bottle of Casal Garcia vino verde. Espressos and another Irish each. As the meal was drawing to an end, our eyes kept meeting expectantly, more often as the coffees arrived, silently beseeching each other not to just leave… it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to take this man up to my bedroom. It was as if we had made an arrangement hours before. That this was in fact nothing new to either of us and we had planned it days ago when we checked in…
Standing fumbling by my door, there was a 3 second pause for reflection before I jammed the key home and we tumbled into the room, slamming the door while locked in an embrace more ferocious than I could have possibly expected… shoes, socks, bits of clothing came off en route to the sofa….
We hit the mahogany table with a thump before we reached the sofa! Almost naked now, we stopped briefly to remove each others last items of underwear...before he pushed me back onto the table, laying his hands on my breasts and fondling them with a tenderness so out of place in our ferocity...his mouth sank onto my right nipple, inhaling it into his mouth in a desperate hunger...his hot mouth worked its way all over my breasts, neck and eventually my mouth…. Tongues entwined, seeking out each sensitive spot, lips crushed like velvet against each other… here was a hunger we both felt, there and then… my nails raked his back and held him too me, he responded with a sigh and a very sexy smile….
I clung to his head as his mouth tasted my body and slowly started making its way to my hot pussy. I could feel myself overheating, craning my body to meet his mouth. Pushing his head over the mound and into my curls… I could feel his tongue lashing about, searching for just the right place to make contact. When he found my already swollen clit he breathed it in like he had my nipples….all consuming. His mouth covered my cunt his lips moving and teasing, his tongue prodding and pushing into me...he would suck first one lip then the other, letting his teeth scrape gently over each. It was excruciatingly divine. Meanwhile his hands were working on my body, caressing my stomach, squeezing my tits and moving lower … eventually cupping my ass and squeezing them, lifting my crotch into his mouth… I was by this time reething around on the table...trying t keep my balance and not topple off the side… sensing my off balanced state, he chose that moment to slide 2 fingers deep into me, scissoring them as he went, searching… within seconds he found what he wanted and flicked my g spot mercilessly! I rocked, he did it again and again… slightly upset when he withdrew his very wet fingers, I didn't have long to complain...he was working the wet juices towards my bud… slightly nervous at this I didn't have to worry for long… expertly he caressed my bud… relaxing me properly, working gently around the edges until I was desperate for him to insert a finger… and when he did...he also slid his other thumb into my pussy...it was bliss… divine pleasure… I just lay there being expertly ravished. It wasn't long before my body started to tighten, he immediately took it as his queue to up the tempo of his ministrations… when the waves of orgasmic pleasure overtook me I was so lost in my own delight that I hardly noticed I was being carried to the bed…
He was at my feet...caressing my prone body all the way up until he was poised above me, his massive hard on bumping against my body as he worked his way up. I reached for his cock, hungry to have it inside me in any way I could. I wanted to taste him, feel him, devour him… with one deft move he sank his cock into my tight still throbbing pussy, only stopping when his balls stopped him going any further… I arched my back taking in every possible inch. The dull pain in the depths of my cunt a secret pleasure when he rammed it home. I pushed against him...pulling away first then thrusting myself over him to achieve the same painful pleasure for myself… he responded with a thrust that nearly split me in half, and the pain forced a little cry from my lungs.. Again and again we met each others thrusts, harder and deeper with purpose. Our eyes locked in a mutual lust. Beads of sweat fell from his brow onto my lips and I tasted him like this first… as our slow purposefulness reached a point where I could see the muscles in his neck stiffen, I upped my pace, thrusting onto him as fast as I could, gripping his ass and pulling him into me. He came with a shudder and a mad howl like a wolf rutting in the moonlight. He collapsed onto me, rolling sideways with him still in me...as we lay there smiling sheepishly at each other, I knew it wasn't over… it would be a long passionate night… and I couldn't wait.
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I am not a bird...
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Posted:Jun 1, 2016 11:00 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2019 3:25 pm
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Brace yourselves, this is heavy shit tonight… I know this is not the right platform for this rant, but I do not believe in shrinks and proffesionals of that ilk….
Apologies everyone, but if I dont write something soon I'm gonna go nuts . Maybe there’s someone out there with a few words of hope or advice. No one here knows how freaked I actually am…. This is morbid and emotional, laced with grief and guilt… enter only those who dare...
Bad day. Many of you who have been hanging around over the years , will know a bit about my history with my recently deceased husband Lars [who passed away very unexpectedly in Feb this year-at home in front of me…from a massive cardio failure induced by pancreatitis-lovely hey?]. You’ll know how he battled with booze and addictions of some kind his whole life. How I came here looking for some kind of intimacy and relief from my daily grind. Sex was never great between us, and with all the booze, anti depressants etc its not surprising. He spent a spell in rehab last year and came out all sparky and new. I thought we’d be ok…
When I caught him out, at a friends house in December 2015, drinking in front of me ‘’on the sly’’ [brandy and coke as apposed to plain coke] I switched off my heart to him. I could not in all honesty risk more of my soul on his shocking behaviour. I communicated severely and spared him no rope. I wished him gone from my life and even wished him dead-for his own sake. His physical pain, grief and guilt at his parents death was eating him alive. He suffered from extreme back pain from a youthful motorcycle injury which had him almost immobile with pain. Pain killers, anti depressants and booze is such a fun combination…. I turned away from him, offering him no more of me in any way. I cooked cleaned, did the dutiful wife thing.
Then He started to show signs of trying to come back again. Naturally I Was worried when he was ill on the Thursday and took him to hospital in a very concerned state. The dr said he had gastro which I knew was bull… the Friday I took him to his own quack, who diagnosed pancreatitis and took tests to confirm and plot plan of action when the results came back. The doc said nothing about hospital or serious danger. By 0900 the next morning Lars lay dead in my arms in our bed at home. WTF.
Today its hit me worse than ever just how much I did love him, and miss him. No matter how much he hurt me or disappointed me. I have always longed for truly romantic love. From poems and movies, we learn/expect so much more. I wonder what I am here to learn from this terrible ordeal. He has left for pastures greener. My beliefs teach of a higher realm, of a death of the body and not the soul...afterlife etc etc..blah blah blah...why is it then that he is so utterly gone. No hint of him remains. No smells no cold shivers no movement in the corner of my eye. Nothing. Nothing at all.
I like to believe [now that I know more about Pancreatitis] that he chose this route as a release to me and the family. This way, we dont see him suffer more than he already has. His gracious acceptance of the inevitable [the test results showed he was beyond ‘’cure’’], released us and him from a painful and in fact expensive [no medical aid] burden. I know in my heart he is better off now.
My problem is guilt. I feel like he gave up because he had no reason to live. I could never understand how he could love me so much but not be willing to give up the drink for me. Our life here, was magical. A beautiful home and environment. So, I must wonder...did he let go so graciously, to spare us and him….or was it darker than that? Did he let go, because I turned my heart off to him????
I can justify my reasoning and self preservation till the cows come home…. I know guilt is meant to be a useless emotion, but it sure as hell doesn't stop one feeling it.
Sorry to burden you all with this drivel...so not, what I am about, but I am at a loss. Any insights would be appreciated….
‘’a bird will fall frozen, dead, from a tree
without once having felt sorry for itself’’
I am not a bird.
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moaning-not the good kind....
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Posted:May 31, 2016 4:47 am
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2016 12:00 pm
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Hi Everyone from a unseasonably hot South Africa…
Just a little moan-no, not the good kind. So 5 weeks and 5 possible meets…. Have chatted with these blokes quite a bit over the months/years, and now am finally ready to meet. How sad, not to mention downright embarrassing that every single one on receiving my current pic has cancelled. I mean, I know I am not gorgeous, but I am also not a total dog. You all know my profile, how detailed it is, its probably what lead us to chat in the first place… Right? Not my wet pussy or 36b’s…. My eyes my ass or my legs? Not that any of the blokes in question are exactly oil painting either…. With one guy it got as close as 1hr 30 away-before a business meeting popped up out f nowhere –at night…. Another ….wouldn't share any info or useful pics [his profile was one of those ask me and I will tell you bullshit ones...but when asked, wouldnt say] and wanted me to go straight to his house [is he mad?], also after he saw pics…didn’t hear from him again…. Next one just vanished from chats and stopped sending messages…. Another leads on and on and then when asked to actually meet to check each other out properly, vanishes and doesn't reply…
Really? WTF guys??? If we were all drop dead gorgeous and gagging for it we wouldnt need sites like AdultFriendFinder… A mate of mine on AdultFriendFinder has uncovered about 8 false pic identities on here already-all gorgeous chics-or not as was the case….sad really that they should feel it necessary to falsify their id’s….
Just thought I should put that out there….
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nothing very exciting....
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Posted:May 2, 2016 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2016 7:18 am
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Hi Everyone.
Im sorry I have been so quiet off late. The ol’ grey matter been working over time.
I am really lonely at the mo and would love to meet some new people. I know in my heart Im not ready to go the whole 9 yards, but new friend in the Cape would be great. Would love to spend some time with good folk, have dinner, drink some wine and talk some nonsense. Any takers?
Oh, and now the nasty bits; no chancers, no idiots and as a general rule –yet again-don't bother contacting me if you haven't spent some time on your profile and only have pictures of your cock to share. Can I tell you lads a secret? Pics of cocks are not enticing. They are sadly not pretty things [Well, I have only ever seen one pretty dick on AdultFriendFinder or any where else for that matter, and that belonged to a gorgeous young Scandinavian lad].
The whole point is to find someone you have things in common with before wasting hours of time exchanging endless emails about who you are. Mystery aint great, I want to know who I am communicating with and also be able to make an informed decision. The worst are those profiles that say things like ‘’ ask me what you would like to know?’’. AdultFriendFinder has made up a brilliant questionnaire in its Q’s and A’s section– answer them!! If you are serious about wanting to meet someone special, at least show them the courtesy of telling us who/what/why you are.
Thanks, sorry had some weirdos hanging around lately that just irritate the hell out of me!
Have a great week folks!
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Posted:Apr 16, 2016 4:13 pm
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I just relived this hour or 2 of my life for some of my friends here and thought the rest of you might enjoy it too…. Skuze the typos, but tping with one hand has its challenges…. Nudge nudge wink wink...say no more...
I was in Copenhagen in 1993, I think… Anyway, my young mind was filled with stories of one of the most sexually uninhibited nations on earth and I was fascinated by the easy access to pornography in every possible form. The fact that it wasn’t considered something nasty and bad intrigued me. I went to the Museum of sex via the city bus service and too shy to ask where I was to get of I was beginning to get cold feet as I had no idea where the place was, when to my delight, there, on the pavement, in front of everyone, was a 12m high gold cock and balls! ‘’this must be it’’ I thought! It was a truly bizarre experience to walk around the displays of pricks and pussys with a crowd of strangers. There was even a very graphic display of a woman well known for her tastes in bestiality [eeek]! The display showed her stark naked on a chaise lounge with a Alsatian licking her cunt!!!!!! I was a little shocked-this was new to me and such a thought had never crossed my mind. Then came the sex toys rooms. Every shape and size and device you could think of and then some. I think this is where my taste for erotica and rough sex was born. The room with all the accoutrements' of slave and master role play had me in a total froth ! This room led on to the cinema room with free porn screened 12 hours a day for whomever wants to see, many couples made no secret of the fact that they were masturbating each other and very soon I was seated with my hand in my knickers hard at work on my first public orgasm… it was fabulous!
As that show ended and the next one began I eased myself off the chair shyly and off to the restrooms to pull myself together along with half a dozen other ladies. When I came out there was a official looking lady there waiting for me. At first I thought I was in trouble, and that I had broken some rule I was unaware of, but no…. She invited me to a quiet salon and asked me straight out if I would be interested I working in the industry. A producer had been in the crowed and was apparently quite taken with me. I suppose in that world of very pale blue eyed people a buxom lass with a tan and brown eyes would be something different. Holy shit I thought!!!! Anyway to cut a boring story short , I agreed to give it a go, the money was really good-even just for the screen test. A time was arranged for the next day in the studio in a different part of the city, and off I went. I hardly slept. I was at once turned on beyond belief and at the same time terrified that someone I knew would see the film! I didn't think I would go. However at 15h00 the next afternoon I found myself on the very smart door step of a film company. In I went. It was all very professional and not nearly as smutty as the vids we watched when u and I first met. There were quite a few people, not just one hairy middle aged idiot with bad cameras! A full crew and a professional male porn aactor-gorgeous lad with a fantastic cock! First I went to make up, where they fiddled with my long hair and painted my face-this made me very uncomfortable as I never wear make up. They put me in a loose mini skirt and tank top-also heightening my discomfort-I ‘m more a jeans and t shirt kinda gal! first a basic screen test where I sit on a comfy office chair and am asked to play with myself...this didn't go very well. My nipples would not go hard, no matter how much I pinched them and my pussy was dry as a bone! I was so embarrassed! Without much ado the director guy walked up to me and stuck a block of ice on my nipples gave my cunt such a hard slap that I almost cried and then very unceremoniously fingered a blob of lube onto my cunt! I was mortified! Any way-camera rolling, action….at last I was getting a little more relaxed and into it. My moaning was a little weak to their liking so I moaned more –it sounded so false to me, I almost started giggling! Anyway they seemed to like it.
I eventually climaxed-it took forever! Then they asked if I would be willing to have full intercourse with the greek god like actor hanging around naked. ’fuck it’’ I thought ’’might never get a chance to shag someone that cute again’’, and he had a really monstrous cock! Should I stop here and let you imagine the rest or would that be a bit cruel?
I shall have mercy on you!
The blue drop was removed to reveal a bedroom scene. A romantic setting that was quite sweet. They suggested we move straight to the bed naked and ready for action. Omg omg what ami doing I kept thinking, but it never really crossed my mind to leave!
Sven [obviously] deftly put a condom on and lay down next to me. He whispered to me to relax and just enjoy it and that we could stop anytime if I wasn't happy. His professional hands worked their magic on my nipples without ice!!! And my body was tingling all over by the time his hands reached my crotch. I was naturally wet now and m groans of pleasure all real. His fingers flicked and tickled at my clit bringing me ever closer and closer. Just as I was getting there he would stop and do something else. Then they called a cut [horror!!!] and asked if I would be willing to suck his dick. Bit odd I thought with a condom on but I did it anyway. I know im good and very quickly he was writhing around on the satin sheets, my natural instincts led me to bite his nipples and work his muscular body with my hands. I think he did actually enjoy it. After another cut, he set to work on licking my cunt into a flurry of heat and orgasms. They all seemed to enjoy tthat! Then finally, after another cut we went for penetration.
I will never forget that cock sliding slowly into me. It felt like it went on forever…. When it finally hit the back of my cunt he gave an extra little thrust and I involuntarily cried out at the shock of it and the divine pain. Then he slowly worked me up and down and all around. Masterfully moving my body into positions I would never even have considered possible. He was very good. Gentle yet forceful. Knowing just when to hurt a little and when not to. It was soon evident that I enjoyed a little pain and they encouraged that he work with it. Soon we were doggy style and he was slapping my ass quite hard. With each slap I tensed more and could feel the welt left by his hand forming and getting hotter and hotter. I knew he was close when his movements got more frantic and harder. He pulled out, condom and all to finish. I thought I had forgotten all this. Then the best part happened. Cameras off and everyone off to discuss me and have a cuppa tea. Sven turns me onto my back and goes down on my cunt with his expert tongue… his fingers inside me working my g spot while his tongue flicks and rolls over my clit. He was the first to gently work moisture to my anus and eventually to my shock and surprise push his thumb into that secret place...now his fingers in my cunt are rubbing his thumb in my anus. Its excruciatingly divine. Everything was being stimulated clit, g, anus. I climaxed so hard I was out of breath and shivered for some time after… I will measure oral sex by that experience for ever. It wa s great all round.
I think the only reason I went and agreed to all was because my ferry/train to the UK was leaving the next day. I think I probably got the job...but we’ll never know for sure….
And now my pussy is wet from the memories of youth and indiscretion. My fingers flick across my clit and slide smoothly into the hot depths of my wet wet pussy. My anus aches for attention and I need help. If only there was another set of hands or 2 here to satisfy me. If only you were here to slide your cock into my cunt, then thrust deep and hard into my tight ass. I long to be fucked properly and am becoming quite desperate to get laid good and solid. My dream now as I turn off the lights and take my toys into the warmth of my bed is that you and my other playmate , were here now. One of you pumping my cunt while the other has his cock buried in my tight ass, pounding me to climax…………..
Big ambition of mine to be fucked by two lads at the same time….sigh…..
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Posted:Mar 5, 2016 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2016 8:54 am
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I don’t know how long I’ve been locked in this room, it feels like days… after they took me I lost track of time. I was tied up in the back of a van that drove for a long time over bumpy dirt roads. We eventually stopped at what seems like an old farm house, god only knows where. I was stripped and made to shower. Then I was taken to a white room, a woman came in an told me to lie still and be quite. She waxed my cunt and arse clean, absolute agony. Then I was brought infront of a mirror and told to play with myself. When I refused they slapped me across the tits and told me if I didn’t they would give me a proper beating. I did what I was told. Later I would find out that the mirror was two way. They made me slide my fingers in and out of my cunt and arse. They made me frig my clit till I shook. Then they brought me here. Naked.
I am cold ,my nipples are hard and I have goosebumps all over my body. There’s someone at the door. It’s dark. Rough hands grab me and force me to my knees. I hear a zipper being pulled down and a dick is forced into my mouth.”suck bitch” he says. The other is holding me by the shoulders from behind. The one I’m sucking off sits on the bunk and I’m pulled into a bent over position over his cock. He is thrusting into my mouth so hard it hurts. With a loud smack the first blow lands on my arse, another and another and another. The blows force me to swallow more and more cock with each blow. Now he’s parted my arse cheeks and is slapping my pussy, which already stings from my recent wax. He’s got his pants down and thrusts his cock into my cunt right up to his nuts. He is big. Hard. Rough. The blow job guy has moved himself under me and is pushing his cock into my cunt with the other guy. I feel as if I’m going to break. I scream. “you can scream all day bitch, no one can hear you, and even if they could they don’t care..” the first guy has got his fingers in my arse and is pulling at my ring, he slaps it really hard a few time, then pulls out of my pussy and thrusts his cock into my arse. I sense someone else in the room “what the fuck do you blokes think you are doing? get out! It’s a woman. I feel safer iemiediatley. The men hurridly pull themselves together and scuttle out of the room. She is next to me in five paces. I am still bent over the bunk, I start to straighten up and she pushes me forward again. “ don’t think you are going to get of any lighter than those two. I’m going to teach you who’s in charge here. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior!” I try to stand and protest my innocence but she pushes me over again. She pulls a broad leather belt from around her waste and starts to lay it on my arse like a true pro. My arse and thighs are burning. “getting nice and hot now, like it? Want more? This will teach you, next time you want a fuck you ask me.” Now I really don’t know what’s going on. I collapse onto the bunk sobbing.
When I wake up, I’m being part pushed part dragged, I struggle and that woman hits me across the tits with that fucking belt. I’ll go quietly. She is spraying me now with a jet of icy water, she pulls my legs apart and thrusts the hose into my cunt sloshing it around. The cold water makes me tense my muscles and I can feel as she janks it out, I know whats coming but the shock of the water in my anus is overwhelming, my knees buckle and I stumble onto my hands and knees. She keeps removing and reinserting the hose into my arse. She’s making sure I’m really clean…
Someone has toweled me dry. My hands have been tied together and I am being walked into a sparse room. Everything is white. The door is closed behind me and I hear a lock fall into place. There are four men, they are wearing masks. As I look around, terrified I see that the room is like a squash court. There are people, all masked, sitting all around the edge of the room behind a glass partition. “today ladies and gentleman we have a new toy. Our friends here are going to make her scream for your pleasure and theirs!! Let the games begin!!”
The men rush at me, I try to run across the room, but they catch me, they drag me to the dias. I’m screaming which the crowd seems to love… they man-handle me onto the dias one is holding my shoulders down, two are holding a leg each and pulling them wide apart my struggling lands me a hard slap on my cunt. The man on my cunt seems so familiar, I can see his blue eyes eating me up, he puts his whole hand over my cunt and starts to massage it. He knows what he’s doing. I quickly juice up and he starts to insert one finger at a time, the guy by my shoulders is now fondling my tits, my nipples are hard, and sore, there’s a welt forming from the belt hit I got earlier from the witch. He pinches them hard and I let out a whimper, the crowd claps encouraging him to get rougher… blue eyes has worked me up into a slippery mess. One of the leg guys is helping him cover his right hand with ky. A murmer goes up from the audience. I know what he’s planning, I start to struggle, his hand is big, the crowd is going wild! He moves towards me, slowly he starts to push his fingers into me, it hurts. Then he forces his thumb briefly into my arse, tensing my crack makes me relax my pussy and while my guard is down he plunges his thumb into my cunt aswell, as he eases his whole hand into me I scream, he looks me right in the eye and whispers” but I know you like this…” I know this guy, I’m sure of it. With one movement he balls his hand into a fist and starts to pull in and out, carefull not to remove it completely. The audience is holding its breath. The leg guys move to my waist and as one lift my thighs giving the crowd a better view, the pain is excrutiating. There is a ripple of applause. I can feel the tears running down my face. Blue eyes looks me in the eye again and smiles, with that he removes his whole fist and iemiediately slams it back into me. My scream must be heard all over the world I think to myself, someone will come…. He is repeating this movement and the tit guy is slapping my tits in rythm with the fist fuck.
My cunt aches and my tits are red from their treatment. They have positioned me over one of the leg guys and he wastes no time ramming his cock into my aching pussy. Two of the other are holding me upright and lifting me up and down on this guys cock, it still hurts, but nothing like before. They pull me forward and standing next to me they take turns fucking my mouth while the guy under me is fucking me relentlessly. I feel movement at my arse… it’s blue eyes again… he is seeing that I get a good hiding. The crowd is ecking him on and he doesn’t spare anything. Every now and then he stops and oh so gently fondles my stinging arse then resumes his flogging. I can feel that my mouth has a crack on the one side and can taste the blood in my mouth. Blue eyes has started working on my butt hole, thumbs and fingers are being thrust in and out and ky is being liberally applied to my waiting arse. His dick is long and throbbing by the time he thrusts into me. I can feel the two cocks in me bashing against each other through my cunt walls. It actually feels good. The work on my mouth is getting frantic and they’ve each got a hand full of my hair to assist the thrusting. The crowd is expectant as the mouth guys try to push both dicks into my mouth at the same time, trying to resist isn’t helping the situation. Both cocks are in my mouth, ive got one up my arse and one in my cunt. The mouth boys start to rock and I’m swallowing for all I’m worth the crowd is thrilled!! Blue eyes has withdrawn. I see the ky making the rounds again… his fingers are cold after his big hot cock. First two and then all the rest. I can feel my ring tearing slightly as his whole hand dissapears inside my arse. Now he is inide, he begins to slowly make his hand into a fist… there is no way he is going to ram that in and out of me! I start to struggle violently. The other three quickly position themselves to support me in a doggy position and hold me still. He is going to do it. My aching cunt is so wet I can see droplets falling onto the dias. He is still just moving gently, he is also rubbing my cunt softly with his other hand, snakeing his fingers in and out of my cunt. Massaging my gspot like a true pro. He leans over me” try not to tense up, it will hurt more, just try to relax” he says it so that only I can hear him. Then in one smooth painfull movement he has pulled his balled fist out of my arse and slammed it into my cunt. The crowd is on their feet, cheering. God that hurts. I know I’m bleeding. He continues this action, I don’t remember him stopping.
I wake up back in my cell.
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