Keeping the Entente cordiale
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Posted:Jul 15, 2010 9:49 am
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2010 3:36 am
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I had first spotted as she walked towards me, before sitting down sit at a table on the opposite side of an aisle to me on a cross channel ferry. We had just left Cherbourg, and were heading back to Southampton. She was with two others, and like me seemed to be on her way home to England after a holiday in France. As soon as she had sat down, she had opened a book on the table in front of her, but was I watched her I could see that she was clearly not reading it.
I had watched her for those few moments as she had walked towards me, taking in the swing of her hips, the soft curves of her body, her easy confidence. And now I couldn't take my eyes off her. As I watched her, I ached for her. Here I was, a grown man, feeling like a with a crush. Except that I had never felt such an overwhelming need before.
Her hair was brown, and was tied back in a pony tail, a few strands hanging loose each side of her face, partially hiding her delicate ears and her gold stud ear rings. Her skin looked soft and tanned. Her nose was small, her lips moist and full and oh so kissable.
She was wearing a sleeveless v-neck tee shirt. Each time she moved and leant forward, I caught a tantalising glimpse of her divine looking cleavage, and of the hidden delights beyond. Her arms were slender, her hands perfect, her fingers long and mobile as she tapped softly on the table top.
Until a few minutes ago, I�d never set eyes on her before. But from the moment I'd first seen her, I knew that I wanted her. My body told me I did, my heart told me, my mind told me. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I tried. I kept looking down at my own book, but seconds later found myself looking up at her again, sometimes catching her looking up, looking around, looking at me.
And then it happened. As I gazed at her, she looked up, and looked straight at me. Her face opened up into a delicious smile, her small white teeth glistening at me, her pale blue eyes bright. I smiled back, holding her gaze despite my sense of having been caught out. My cock lurched in my shorts, throbbing painfully.
For a few long seconds we looked at each other. I looked down, and then back up. She was still looking at me, smiling. Slowly, she licked her lips, the pink tip of her tongue sliding along her lips. I groaned to myself. Abruptly, she stood up, closed her book, said something to her colleagues, and walked away.
I watched as she walked down the aisle away from me. I watched the movement of her firm ass, of her tight cheeks moving against each other in her black cut off trousers. Without thinking, I stood up and followed her, grateful that my cock probably wasn�t to obvious in my loose fitting shorts.
But, by the time I got to the wide stairwell at the end of the aisle, she had gone. There was no sign of her anywhere. I stopped, my shoulders sagging with disappointment, with frustration, as I looked around, hoping to catch sight of her. Nothing, she was nowhere to be seen. There was a bar on the opposite side of the stair well. I walked across and ordered a drink, feeling totally deflated.
As I stood waiting for my drink, my hands resting on the edge of the bar, I sensed someone behind me. I stood still. It had to be her. She stepped closer to me, her breasts pressing against my arm. Her voice was soft, but slightly husky.
"I feel it as well", she told me, "The need, the desire."
And then she was gone. I turned quickly, my drink forgotten. I threw some coins on the bar and searched for her in the crowds ahead of me. I spotted her as she glanced over her shoulder, smiling that delicious smile at me again. I quickly caught up with her, and walked beside her down a flight of stairs, neither of us talking. She seemed to know exactly where she was going.
She led me down the stairs and through a door marked Staff Only, and then along a short corridor. She stopped outside another door with the same markings and began to press a code into the electronic lock. In a whisper she told me that she had worked on the ferry for a few months during her break from University, and that the codes never got changed and that the room never got used during the hour long ferry crossings. The door opened, and she quickly stepped inside.
I followed her, still trying to catch up in my mind with what was happening. I pushed the door closed behind me. The room was full of bags and coats. There were a few easy chairs dotted around, and a large table in the middle of the room.
She stood with her back to the table, looking at me. She stepped closer, a look of sheer lust in her eyes; the same look as I'm sure she could see in mine.
We stepped forward at the same time, our mouths locking together as we held each other tight, as our hands pulled at each other's clothes, as my cock pressed against her, as our lips started to feel bruised as they crushed together, as our tongues found each other.
We stepped apart, gasping for breath. I could see the surprised look in her eyes, the surprise at the strength of her feelings, of our feelings. We kissed again, more softly but no less passionately. Her lips kissed along mine, her tongue licking at me before she thrust it into my mouth, her body hard to mine. I sucked on her tongue, matching her thrusts, matching the grind of her body against me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me, her breasts firm and full against my chest.
She tugged at my tee shirt, dragging it over my head as we breathlessly broke our kiss again. I pulled her top off her and then gazed down at her large breasts, barely hidden by her lacy black bra, her hard little nipples threatening to rip through the flimsy material.
She stepped back from me, turning around. She looked back over her shoulder, and with a delicious wiggle pushed her trousers over her hips, her bum pushed out towards me. She slid them down slowly over her bum, and down her slender legs. She wore the skimpiest of black, lacy knickers. She turned back towards me, turning slowly to show off her sexy body to me. She looked fantastic and she knew it.
She showed me her sexy, softly curving body, her long legs, her firm bum, her perfectly rounded breasts. All tanned a soft coffee brown, and covered by nothing more than her tiny black lingerie.
I groaned out loud as I looked at her, my cock throbbing painfully.
She dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached her hands up to my sides and grabbed the waist band of my shorts, of my underwear. Slowly, smoothly, she pulled them down, her eyes never leaving mine. She knelt up higher and kissed my nipples, sucking them, biting them. She sat back on her heels and watched as my cock bounced free of my shorts. She looked down and gasped as she finished undressing me.
She gasped at my cock, standing out proudly from my body, my balls hanging heavily. I looked down. I don't think I'd ever been harder, or longer, or thicker.
Her hands looked so small as she reached up to cup my balls in one hand, and to slowly peel back my foreskin with the other. Then it was my turn to gasp as she pulled my skin right back, and held it back as she exposed my red shiny cock head, as she leant forward and flicked her tongue across me, as she looked up at me and licked away the pre-cum that was pouring from me.
She pushed my cock up against my belly, and ran her warm, wet tongue up and down my length. She licked me quickly a few times, leaving my cock shiny and wet. I reached down and held her head as she licked my cock head and beyond, up to my belly, to my chest, to my nipples.
And then down again, her tongue swirling around my cock, poking at my hole, before sliding wetly down to my balls. She sucked one, and then the other, into her hot mouth, her tongue licking me, her teeth nipping, exquisite pain and pleasure flooding my body. As I leant back against the table, her tongue delved deeper, lapping at my balls and beyond. She ran her lips along my cock, smearing me with her red lipstick.
I sighed and moaned as she let my cock fall away from my body again. She looked at me, my balls back in her hand, my cock rigid in front of her. She leant forward and sucked me deeply into her mouth. I thrust my hips forward, pushing deeper between her lips as she sucked me harder. She sucked on me, all the time with long slow strokes with one hand, the other one massaging my balls. I groaned out loud as she did it faster and harder, matching her sucking.
I rocked my hips forward, fucking her mouth in time to her hands, to her lips, to her tongue. I fucked her mouth harder, her lips stretched around me. She pushed her fingers between my legs to probe my bum. I told her I was going to cum. She sucked me harder, faster, and then pushed the tip of her finger inside me.
My moans filled the room as I came, as I held her head to me, as I drove my cock into her mouth, as jet after jet of my thick cum poured from me. She clamped her lips around my cock, still sucking me, squeezing me, taking all my cum into her mouth. I watched as she swallowed, as she looked up at me, before standing up to kiss me, still holding my cock.
We kissed, our lips hard together, our tongues sharing the feel, the taste, of my cum. As we kissed, I turned her so that she was leaning back against the table.
Now it was my turn to kneel. I kissed her tummy softly, my tongue exploring her tiny belly button. I eased her knickers off, over her hips and down her legs, watching as I exposed her to me. She sat back on the edge of the table, pulling her legs up, opening them to me. Her pussy was smooth and naked, her lips pouting and wet, her clit pink and erect.
I leant forward and kissed her belly again, running my tongue over her warm flesh, downwards. I stopped just above her slit, teasing her, kissing her softly, moving down to kiss the insides of her thighs. With a cry, she grabbed my head and dragged me back to her pussy, pushing her hips forward, pulling me onto her.
I sucked on her as she held me, savouring her taste, her wetness. She sighed as I probed her with my tongue before slipping a finger inside her pussy while I sucked on her clit.
She held my head, rocking her hips forward to force her pussy down harder onto my mouth. I finger fucked her, rubbing that little rough patch just inside her pussy as I sucked on her lips and clit. I clamped my mouth over her, my tongue inside her. Her hands tightened on my head as her pleasure built, her moans getting louder, her pussy wetter, as I moved with her, fingering her, licking her, sucking her.
She ground down harder on me, her juices smeared around my face, as she cried out, as she came. Her wetness poured from her as she rubbed herself frantically against me. I sucked harder, sucking her juices from her succulent pussy as her cries echoed around us, as her orgasm washed over her, as she held me tighter than ever to her.
Gradually, she relaxed, sighing with pleasure. I stood up, pulling her to me as we kissed, as we shared the taste of her. She licked her juices from my face, her tongue darting around. We kissed again, a long lingering kiss, our tongues slipping and sliding sensually over each other, our hands roaming all over each other.
She reached for my cock. I was hard again, my cock hanging down heavily in front of me. She stroked me slowly as I held her hips, her bum still perched on the table. She stood up, and turned around. She leant forward, her perfect heart shaped bum pointing upwards at me. I bent forward and kissed each flawless cheek. As I stood up, she looked over her shoulder at me. I stood watching her, stroking my cock.
"Now fuck me" she whispered, "Fuck me hard."
I reached for her hips again, my cock resting between her cheeks. She wiggled her bum deliciously from side to side as I stepped back a little, my cock head slipping easily downwards towards her pussy. She pushed back, my cock between her damp thighs, and then against her hot, wet pussy. I pressed forward, my cock entering her easily, slowly.
We both moaned as I slid into her more deeply. I moaned as her pussy wrapped itself around me, drawing me into her. And she moaned at my size, at my hardness inside her. I eased out of her, leaving just my cock head inside her, and then drove back inside her - hard. Her hips pushed back to meet me, her cries filling the room again as I fucked her.
I reached around her, cupping her firm breasts through her flimsy bra. I squeezed her gently, rolling her hard nipples through the thin material. Her hips matched my thrusts as I pumped into her, as I pinched her nipples � softly at first and then harder as her cries reached a peak and she came again. She reached down and rubbed her own clit, her body slumped forward on the table. I fucked her more slowly, not wanting to cum just yet, wanting her to enjoy her moment.
I pulled out of her as she stood up and turned around. She lay back on the table, her arms above her head, her gorgeous body laid out before me. I slid into her again. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me onto her, into her.
I reached forward, cupping her breasts again. My fingers found the tiny clasp nestling in her deep cleavage. I undid it, pushing the lacy material away from her body. Her breasts were hot under my hands, her nipples hard like two little pebbles against the palms of my hands.
I drove my cock into her harder, meeting her hips as she pushed up to meet me. She held my hands to her, pressing them hard to her breasts. I pushed down, her nipples hard against me. I rubbed her breasts before pulling my hands away to hold her hips again as I pumped into her harder and harder.
She caressed her own breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, her breathing laboured, her mouth open, her eyes closed. Her moans got louder as I fucked her harder, deeper. She threw her hands above her head, holding the end of the table, her back arched, her breasts bouncing as I drove into her, as I fucked her, as we both cried out.
She screamed as she came again, as her pussy throbbed and pulsed around my cock, as her pleasure ran through her, as she triggered my eruption. I cried out as my cum gushed into her. I slumped forward holding her, gasping for breath, my cock buried inside her, our hot, damp bodies pressed together.
We kissed softly as our breathing returned to normal. With a start we heard a muffled announcement that the ferry would soon be docking. We jumped up, looking for our clothes strewn around the room.
By the time I had found my clothes and pulled my tee shirt on, she was dressed. I stopped, half naked, and looked at her. She stepped towards me, and kissed me. Before I could pull her to me she was gone, stepping away from me and out of the door. I called out, frantically trying to get dressed. I rushed after her, but she was gone. I went back to the stairwell, which was now crowded with people heading towards the car decks. She was nowhere to be seen.
I walked slowly towards the stairs, joining the mass of other people. As I walked, something was pressed into my hand by someone behind me. I automatically looked down at my hand. I recognised them straightawa. Her lacy, black knickers. I turned, looking for her. She was a few yards away, walking away from me. She turned and blew me a kiss as she flashed that wonderful smile at me. She pointed at my hand. I looked down. There was a note wrapped in her damp panties. Looking up, she was gone.
The note was short. All it said was a name - "Alina", and then a phone number, and then a short message: "Call Me".
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Dating in the dark
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Posted:Jul 12, 2010 6:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2011 8:14 pm
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Just lately I've been getting a little bored. Work piled up and by the time I've been able to stop I've sometimes been missing people that have other time commitments, or getting to relax later than previously. Frankly trolling is not my style, so the net result was that I started to look at what rubbish is out on TV. And bar the usual I found this show.
Dating In The Dark invites three single guys and three single girls to take up residence in separate apartments within a specially designed house where they are kept completely apart, only meeting each other in a dating room which is kept in pitch darkness: the Dark Room. So dark, they can't even see their own hand in front of their face. Viewers follow the action, week by week, via state of the art infra-red cameras in the dark room, as well as fully-lit footage of the boys and girls in their separate apartments.
The great part comes when the lights come on at the end and you see the persons reaction maybe with the realisation that the one they fancied the most and maybe snogged rather intimately or more without having a clue who it is (oh I can feel another blog coming on that subject lol) turned out not to be as imagined - or worse.
But it does beg the question, how important really are looks?
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A Kiss by Moonlight
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Posted:Jun 19, 2010 4:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2013 4:49 am
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She crept into his room, the moonlight slanting across the bed as he lay there sleeping. His breathing slow and quiet as she stood next to the bed, gazing down with dark eyes. The sheet was slung low on his hips and her eyes wandered down to where it outlined his manhood.
One arm rested above his head and she licked her lips nervously as she reached into her back pocket. She closed one ring of the handcuffs around an iron bar in the headboard and slowly closed the other ring around his wrist... listening to each soft click. She slid her clothes off leaving just her bra and panties on.
His other hand rested next to his hip and she quickly closed the other set around his wrist and one of hers, shackling them together. He stirred but did not fully waken, then eventually settled back into sleep. The tension left her body and she gave a crooked, wicked little smile knowing what was to come.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets cool and soft against her legs. She pulled their joined hands to her body, resting hers against her breast and using her free hand to put his on the other, holding it there. Slowly she began to squeeze them together, heat pooling between her legs making her panties dampen with moisture. Her nipples hardened as she caressed her breasts with his hand and hers.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she reached behind her to release the catch holding the material together. She needed to feel his hand on her hot skin. Black lace slid from her shoulders and caught on the chain holding them prisoner to each other. She moaned again, a little louder, as she settled their joined hands back on her now bare breasts... rubbing lightly.
He stirred and his eyes opened slightly at the motion and sound. As his eyes slowly focused they widened, not believing the vision in front of him. He grunted in confusion and tried to sit up but realized he was also chained to the bed.
"Where did you come from?" he asked, not understanding how this could be happening. But she just smiled and gazed into his eyes. As he stared back, he could see something familiar in the dark eyes gazing at him... comforting, yet exciting... and dangerous.
He flexed the fingers on the hand held to her breast, caressing slowly.. softly. His skin began to heat and he felt his cock stir as he rolled her hard nipple between his fingers. She sighed and arched back slightly, still watching him, her blood heating as he stroked his fingers across her of his own free will.
He began to knead the soft flesh harder, mimicking her own hand on the other breast, occasionally pulling back to pinch her nipple. Sometimes hard.. sometimes soft. Her back arched each time, the breathe hissing through her lips as she felt the electric charge shoot from her nipple to her pussy, causing the juices to flow, soaking the triangle of silk between her thighs.
She guided their shackled hands down, rubbing his hand across the wet fabric covering her mound, letting his fingers feel her moist heat. She moaned and rocked against his hand, trying to relieve the burning ache low in her belly. He slipped a finger beneath the silk of her panties, the honeyed juice from her cunt dripping onto his finger as he slid it across the slick heat. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the sweetness from his finger, then returned their hands to her hips and slid her panties off.
Once more reaching between her thighs he plunged his finger into her. Slowly pulling it out and then plunging it back in... over and over. Soon he felt one of her fingers join his in the hot wetness... her hips rocking with the force of their fingers. He watched as she reached up with her other hand and began to knead her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers. As their fingers pushed inside of her, he rubbed his thumb across her clit, circling it rapidly until finally, with a long gutteral moan she arched her back and froze... straining wildly as he felt the muscles deep inside her clench and release. Her cum ran down over their joined hands, soaking the edge of his sheet. As she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, she raised their hands and they both leaned forward and began to lick the sweet wetness off of them. The sight of her pink tongue lapping up her own cum caused him to harden almost painfully.
"Please," he begged pulling her hand down to his hard cock and wrapping her fingers around it. Covering her hand he began to slowly stroke her fingers up and down the length of his shaft.
He watched as her eyes darkened and her tongue ran across her lips. The ache in his groin intensified as he imagined those full lips wrapped around him. He stroked their hands faster pumping his hips up... frustrated by his other hand still shackled to the bed, wanting to wrap his fingers in her hair and push her head into his lap. The time for gentleness was long past... he wanted to plunge his hard cock into her mouth and down her throat... fucking her face until he exploded.
But she drew out his torture, slowly lowering her head to his chest, running her tongue along his pecs, sliding her teeth gently across his nipples. As her tongue slowly wound down his stomach, he lost control and pulled their hands off his rod and gripped the back of her head pushing down until the head of his cock rested against her wet lips. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, and he plunged his dick deep into her mouth. He groaned aloud as he felt the heat and softness of her tongue begin to stroke up and down his shaft.
He held her head fast as he pumped his hips up and down, stroking deep, feeling the back of her throat closing around his hardness. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer and brought her hand down until his balls were resting on her palm wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock tightly.
He looked down and saw his hardness sliding in and out of her pretty lips. Her eyes raised and stared deep into his, fire burning deep in the darkness of her irises. He felt the cum boiling in his balls and she moaned as she felt them tighten up and his cock swell. She plunged her mouth down over him faster, pulling him in deeper. With a hard moan, he began to shoot his load into her.
The first blast went down her throat, the second hit the roof of her mouth and she held steady as the rest pumped her mouth full. She kept her mouth around him and slowly swallowed his cum, loving the salty, sweet taste.
She slid up the length of his body and smiled at him, wrapping her free arm around him, settling in and waiting for him to rest up for the next round.
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Animal
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Posted:Jun 14, 2010 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2010 2:58 am
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It had been a quiet flight so far. London to USA, the volcanic ashen landscape of Iceland far behind and the icefloes drifting down the flooded valleys of Greenland were scudding by underneath. I was reading my book to past the time when I noticed you looking at me. You had a magazine and were paging through it causally glancing over my way across the aisle. Our eyes locked and we smiled at each other. We went back to reading and letting each other take turns gazing at each other. I thought you were very attractive and seem to have an independent spirit about you. It appeared you were traveling by yourself but - no! I told myself to get you out of my mind, I wasn't in your league. So I sat down and got settled.
I dozed for a while as the other passengers do after mid flight meal and the cabin becomes quieter, and then read my book again. After all, theres only so many times you can watch Avatar as the in flight movie on the tiny screens embedded in the head rest of the seat in front.
As I was reading a piece of paper fell on to my open book. I looked up and you had continued walking towards the back. I looked at the paper, it said " Come back to the restroom on the left." I probably turn 3 different shades of red, feeling that everyone could read the note. Causally getting up I walked to the back and tried the door on the left. I step in quickly and close the door.
As I turn you said, "I didn't think you were coming, glad you did" We are standing so close we can feel each other's body heat. Our eyes locked, I took your hand and held it, squeezing and massaging your palm and fingers. I brought your fingers to my mouth, kiss them, open your palm, and kiss the center. You pull my face towards yours. I could hear you breathing harder. Your lips gently touch mine, over and over. Your tongue slipped between my lips. I suck the sweet tasting organ into my mouth.
I press your body against the sink in the small area. You could feel my cock grow between us as we kissed. I leaned back, unbuttoned your blouse, and admired the beauty of your breasts in lacy cups. I bent forward and kissed and sucked each, I felt your hips pushing against me with a rhythm. I slipped your left breast out and sucked your nipple like you were feeding me. You hand went behind my head and pulled me hard against your chest. You telling me how you need it, wanting me in you. I can see you pulling up your dress. You had already taken your panties off and I see a beautiful mound and you musk fills my nose much to my delight. I lift you up to sit on the edge of the sink, thinking how someone must have had us in mind when they designed the height of the sink.
You undo my pants and jerk them down. My cock stands before you hard and throbbing. You take hold of it and rub your clit and pussy lips with my cock. You are so wet and I am dripping pre cum. You have such a sultry look in your eyes as I hear your soft low voice, yet no mistaking the animal passion.
"Fuck me."
I push my hips forward and sink into you. Your legs wrap around me. There is little room for much movement. We move in faster and faster short strokes.
As we get closer to cumming we kiss deeply and you start to moan. My hands are on your ass and I am driving into you hard and fast. The roar of the jet engines covers the wet, sucking sound of us coming together. You biting my shoulder and spasm against me as I hold you tight, holding out no longer and exploding into you. My orgasm sends waves through my body. We kiss and get dressed quickly.
First you exit the restroom and close the door and as the person waiting line opens the door, I step out causing them to do a double take. One stewardess looks at us knowingly and gives a sly smile. She had told the other passengers the restroom we were in was out of order and was being serviced.
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Newsflash: Indian condom problems - its official!
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Posted:May 27, 2010 7:06 am
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2010 3:07 pm
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A survey of more than 1,000 men in India has concluded that condoms made according to international sizes are too large for a majority of Indian men.
The study found that more than half of the men measured had penises that were shorter than international standards for condoms.
The conclusion of all this scientific endeavour is that about 60% of Indian men have penises which are between three and five centimetres shorter than international standards used in condom manufacture.
Doctor Chander Puri, a specialist in reproductive health at the Indian Council of Medical Research, told the BBC there was an obvious need in India for custom-made condoms, as most of those currently on sale are too large.
The issue is serious because about one in every five times a condom is used in India it either falls off or tears, an extremely high failure rate.
I guess so. No wonder Indian families are so large. I wonder how frustrated the wives are? Is this why they invented the Karma Sutra 
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Taking stock
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Posted:May 25, 2010 3:02 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2010 2:15 pm
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Its been a couple of months now and I was looking back at things.
If I had paid would I not have been laid and got my money back? Have I found friends on TSmeet? Has the whole experience been a good or a bad one?
Would I carry on with this, or consign the links to the bin on my desktop?
Firstly I can say that its definitely been an interesting time. I've been able to talk to people from all parts of the globe that I would not be able to otherwise. And you know what? They are here for the same reasons I am, and I've made good friends of some I talk to on a regular basis.
Of course, theres been the typical internet players, or people that come on purely to wind up or tease others. I'm assuming they get a kick out of the short term pleasure they must get in the "joke". Fortunately so far I've been able to identify them pretty quickly so I don't play their game.
Oh yes I've met some people that I think are wonderful and I just know if we ever met things would happen. My sense of logic and common sense would be taken over by hormones and the animal instinct would come out. That was a surprise, the stereotypical person on here would probably be a 24 stone manic depressive in their 50s with a sleep problem, or a computer nerd. I'm happy to report they are not.
Along the way I keep running into purile politics in the group games people play. Particularly in chat rooms. I still can't see the point of it. My answer is to not get involved. If theres drama the ultimate answer lies on clicking the red x to the top right. Breathe, and go get a cup of coffee. It really is that simple.
I've also started up this blog which has been rather fun in the writing. One day I might go really nuts and write something so out there it would shock everyone, and get me banned. Still, its just an exploration of ideas, so please don't take it too seriously.
On the whole its been fun, and I think I'll carry on.
... Oh and would I have been laid? I'll save thinking about that one for now. Probably.
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In the witching hour
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Posted:May 17, 2010 11:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2013 4:33 am
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(I'll apologise for this one in advance)
She read each word as they appeared on screen. Each one a drop of passion, like a kiss on her open mouth. Alone in her room, she was dancing with him online as he teased, caressed her with whispered promises and lies. She tried to tear her eyes away, to focus, but the lines blurred, the images making her unable to move. She always said no more, I can stop this. She never meant it, never wanted to ever stop. He was more real than anyone she had known. He seemed to reach into her head and draw out things she had stashed in the dark, never to talk about or dream she could have. They never asked each other about the life outside the room, never talked of the mundane. He held her tight, his weight a comfort, safe.
His hands cupped her, fingers sliding inside again, her knees weak.
She crossed her legs, the sticky wetness causing her to squirm. She could feel the pressure in her chest, realized she has stopped breathing again....
The hands in her hair, pulling her closer, pulling her mouth to his... the soft kiss...
She gasped, the outburst loud in the quiet room. It startled her, causing her to finally move. She stood, pacing the floor, the screen in the corner of her eyes. She could see it, could FEEL it as line after line spilled out. Each one seemed to crawl inside her mind, her heart, making her more aware of her pulse, and the throbbing in her core. The robe she wore slipped off. She stood naked, only the glow of the monitor bathing her in its cool light. She looked down; saw her breasts swelling with each beat, her nipples so hard, so stiff. She mused that she could hang clothes on them. She smiled at the absurd image, her fingers pulling them.
'Harder, harder...up, yes... that's... IT...Yesssssssssss.... His touch just what she wanted, just right.'
Yes, yes, touch me like that she thought. With both hands she teased herself, her nipples now pinched up high, and the pain...? a bite only, each twist of her fingers a new rocket of pleasure.
She imagined that him there, pulling them for her. He was fantasy, but not make believe. Every day she looked for him, listened to his lies. His words were like water now. She went back and forth in her mind again, reading the new text, how she was sliding her hips up and down the shaft buried in her pussy, her face bent to give him a kiss as he lay below her. Hee hand rubbed tiny circles on her hard clit, both in her room and on screen. Unconsciously her hips pumped the air silently, fucking him her unseen lover. The screen kept whispering to her, giving her each new images, new ways to see herself with him, with others.
She felt hands on her ass, spreading the wet cheeks open, her back arched, tilting to allow the second man access. She waited for the pressure, the sweet feeling of fullness again. The globes were shiny, wanting to have that secret opening filled. A hand came down, smarting as the blows stung her, the heat wonderful again. Again a blow, then another, each cheek red and pink. Fluids seeped out, drenched her, shocking in raw desire. Her fingers were deep now, fucking herself. She rocked silently as in her mind she watched herself, her anus ready, her hips wiggling lewdly in invitation. She could see it, feel his moist tongue sliding in and out to caress her, see the muscle tense... relax... open. He held his cock, touching the tip to the opening, testing her. Like a mouth giving a kiss she opened, the head sliding in, her gasp both real and text. A second hand now played her, her fingers bumping inside as now she worked her own ass, cunt. No longer standing, no...god...the tension unbearable that way. She was on her knees, her mouth open once again, pleading with Him silently...
Go on... do it........... Finish me...
She crawled as best she could to get close to his words, quiet as it scrolled on, the screen telling her each move, another fantasy moment, a new twist. Her open mouth finally filled now, the words spilling endlessly, effortlessly. Her dream images merged, twisted. She was there, filled in all three, the cocks moving in and out, nothing more to her at that time than flesh that pleasured her. She could smell them, their sweat, feel hot breathing. Their aftershaves mingled, gifts maybe from loved ones. The taste was so familiar, yet new again. Her tongue loved the rigid cock, her head bobbing slowly as it joined the beat of the lovers. Their hands gripped at her, pawed her skin, her hair. In and out, thrusting, penetrating, over and over and over again. They beat a rhythm that burned her, never faster, never slower. Her body sucked at them, drawing them in. She breathed furiously through her nose, her wrist the only exposed flesh, the digits hidden, turning in her as she came again. Tears spilled freely down, salty trails as she wanted this.... please god, pleeeeeeease. Her hips bucked wildly, her ass filled as well.
No rational thoughts now, nothing real. She saw/felt the trembling again, stomach crunched inward as she came, then again, again. Felt/heard herself screaming then, the sperm hitting inside, splashing, running, burning. It ballooned her cheeks; her eyes open wide, frantic to drink it down. Her hand clutched his hips, mouth working still as her ass relaxed again, the wet trail of cum mingling with its partner in the front.
She lay there, puddled in their essence as the screen glowed, hungry to give her more. He teased her still, the stories never finished. New lovers entered, left, women kissing her sleeping mouth, her center, unseen hands on wet thighs. Other bodies called her, seemingly eternal enticements. She loved it but could not see how she fed it. Never sleeping, it watched her when she slept, pushing into her dreams.
Until tomorrow.
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Or was it a dream?
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Posted:May 16, 2010 2:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2010 6:46 am
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She startled out of her sleep with a jump, wondering what had caused her to wake. Clutching her sheet to her chest, the young woman looked around. Booming thunder caused her to jump, a scream caught in her throat. She laughed and fell back against her pillows, the sheet pulling down to expose the thin, silky camisole covering her smooth young flesh. Satisfied that it was just the storm causing her to wake, she shut her eyes and waited for sleep to take her back.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing a dark figure lurking in the inky shadows of the night. He watched her wake, frightened at his presence. He saw her look around, heard her frightened laughter. He was amused by her lack of concern. If only she knew what haunted the night. If only she knew what stood, watching her slumber. In her mind he saw the black waves of sleep ebb and flow, enticing her into their warm grasp. He heard her breathing grow long and slow and knew that it was time. Another bolt brightened the dark bedroom as he took a step towards his unknowing prey.
It was almost like a breath. Like a warm breeze blowing gently across her thighs, causing her warm skin to pucker. Moaning sleepily, she instinctively rolled onto her back, still lost in the warm embrace of sleep. She could almost feel the warm caress of her silken flesh. She slowly awoke, groggy and warm, in that state of near sleep. Warm hands on her knees, running up and down from hip to calf and she groaned. It had been so long since she had been touched. Still half dreaming, a sensuous face filled her mind. Black hair so shiny and dark that it almost gleamed blue with streaks of burgundy red the color of a good red wine tied back with a leather tie. He had the strong nose and jaw of an ancient Greek or Roman sculpture. Eyes so blue they seemed to glow with fiery need in the darkness. The man was so beautiful it looked as if he was sculpted by a master artist. She moaned and arched as his lips, which looked so hard but felt like the finest velvet replaced his strong hands on the inside of her ankle.
She tasted like heaven. She felt like heaven. If he weren't damned he would have thought himself in bed with an angel. She had the long shapely legs of a model, legs that any man would die to feel wrapped around him. She smelt of vanilla and spring, with a sweet muskiness that was purely woman and purely sex. His entire body throbbed with the electricity of anticipation. It had been a long, long time since he had wanted a woman this badly. For the most part all of them ran together as faceless, shapeless beings only there to curb his need. It wasn't about desire, it was about survival. But this one was different. This one glowed with an aura of goodness and light. He had to touch her, had to feel her. He rarely felt anything but hunger. This was a different kind of hunger, the kind that pierced the soul that he didn't even know that he had anymore. His fingertips grazed the hem of her panties and he felt her shudder, felt her skin prickle with desire. He traced the line with his tongue, his senses reeling with the scent of her hot pussy pulsing with need. He ached to plunder her sweet body, but knew that he needed to be patient. His fingers moved on, over her hips and under her cami to caress the silken skin of her taunt stomach and waist. He heard her sharp intake of breath and the sound caused need to pierce his groin, already painfully excited.
She felt like she was going to explode. It was like electricity was running along her veins, filling her with nameless wants. She shifted her weight and the slight friction of her panties against her molten center caused her to groan. His lips and tongue were teasing and taunting her stomach, moving ever so slowly up and over her ribs. Her nipples were tight with wanting, she needed his mouth, needed him to move faster, but he was still trailing those hot kisses ever so slowly. She couldn't take it anymore, this slow exquisite torture. Arching, she buried her hands in his cool hair, dislodging the tie, causing his hair to tumble over his shoulders, brushing her skin like a million cool silky fingers. He pushed her top over her firm, lush breasts and and she felt his warm breath. Pulling him to her, sparks exploded in her head as his mouth made contact with hot pulsing nipples. He filled his hands with her creamy tits, alternating his mouth between the two. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
Preying for forgiveness from every god that he could think of, he knew that he needed to have her against him. His mouth not leaving the smooth succulent paradise that was her breasts, he brought his hands down and roughly parted her thighs. He lowered his body onto hers, feeling her pliant warmth. Her shape contoured to his so perfectly. She moaned at the pressure where she needed it most, at the wet apex of her smooth thighs. He couldn't wait any longer, he would explode if he even tried. He reached down and released his hard cock from its enclosure, rubbing himself against her pantie clad pussy. He throbbed at the contact and quickly pushed the damp panties aside, allowing him access. He positioned his hardness at her hot damp opening and shuddered with need.
She rubbed against his hard cock and needed it inside of her. When she thrust her hips against him, she heard him groan. After a moments hesitation he plunged himself deep into her creamy pussy causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure. She could feel his cock filling her, stretching her, making her body whole. She could feel the hot need building as he sheathed himself again and again in her hot tight opening. She felt his mouth at her neck and startled at a sharp pain, but was immediately filled by sharp piercing waves of hot ecstasy. She could feel herself draining into his mouth as she exploded again and again. Her eyes shut, all she could see was the bright light of pure pleasure and bliss.
Nothing had ever felt like this, not in the whole damned eternity that was his existence. What he felt in her body was salvation, it was pure goodness and light. As he drank from her he could feel that light filling him, making him see and experience feeling that he thought his old body had long left behind. White light filled his mind as he felt her hot cunt contract around his painfully hard dick. As she screamed into the stormy night he knew he would be close behind. He rode her climax and knew that he was lost. Slamming into her soft body one last time, he shuddered as he cried out his own pleasure.
She slowly came to, her body still quaking with pleasure. She had never had a dream quite so intense. Who was she kidding, she had never known anything that intense. Sitting up she looked around her dark room. Getting to her feet, she made her way to the kitchen. She returned several minutes later, cool glass of water in hand. As she entered her bedroom, she stopped dead in the doorway and all of the color drained out of her lovely face. Her water glass crashed to the floor drenching her bare feet with its icy contents. There, in the middle of her pillow, was a single burgundy red rose, the color of a wine red wine, and tipped with the inkiest of black.
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Alone in the bath...
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Posted:May 12, 2010 5:06 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2013 4:31 am
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She twisted off the hot water valve tightly. The last few drops of steaming water fell into the clear pool. The air over the bath seemed to shimmer slightly, then fell deadly still as only air over very hot or very cold water does.
She'd been looking forward to this all day. Too many phone calls, too many bothersome reports. No or husband or boyfriend to come home to that evening... just the promise of a long soak in hot water and soft bubbles. Relaxing. Just soak the worries away.
Nodding in approval at the water, she undid the tie to her bathrobe. The white towelling slid to the floor, revealing the golden curve of her back, the swells of only slightly heavy breasts, tan thighs that rippled as she stepped up to the side. The cool air coupled with the steamy mist from the tub floated up to brush against her legs and briefly exposed pussy. She shivered.
The water seemed to rise up and suck her down. She purred, sinking under the surface, feeling the hot water press up all around her. It felt like a cocoon, caressing her skin, pushing the heat into her while pulling out the knots in her muscles.
For a while she just lay there, covered to her neck in the steamy bathwater. Soft sounds of rippling waves slapping against the sides of the tub, her light breathing were the only sounds in the room. She felt peaceful, relaxed... alone, yet not lonely.
Nearly floating in the water, she let her mind drift as well. Thoughts of the day came and went, washed away by relaxation. Then came the strong image of... hands. Big, masculine hands that would touch her, would hold her. She smiled with her eyes closed. The hands did not belong to anyone, they were attractive in and of themselves. She pictured the hands, strong and slightly rough, grabbing her on her shoulders. Sliding down her smooth skin to cup her breasts. In her mind she felt these hands grabbing her, and she knew she'd give up anything they wanted. To feel her nipple pressed hard against one of those palms, to feel those fingers slide between her legs...
Without really thinking about it, her own hands rose in the tub to mimic the hands in her mind. She placed her hands flat on her shoulders, and let them slide down to her breasts. She concentrated on the feeling in her breasts, as the hands moved over them and eclipsed them.
In her mind the hands squeezed, and in the tub, her fingers dug into the flesh of her breasts. Grabbing and taking, that passionate groping that always got her hot in the backseat of a car. The water rippled and rolled to her movements. Her hands pulled her breasts out of the water, into the cool air... then plunged them down again.
When two of her fingers found their way on either side of a hard pink nipple, a slight moan slipped out of her lips. It bounced back in the nearly silent bathroom, somewhat surprising her. Still, she was alone and nobody could hear...
She rubbed her nipples, alternating sides, back and forth between wet fingers. She felt her body flush, warming as she imagined the hands in her head playing with her breasts for hours, teasing her, leaving her wanting...
One hard squeeze, a pinch of her left nipple, and she groaned. Loudly. No longer was this a slightly pleasurable enterprise; she was getting turned on, and wanted to get herself off fiercely. With a man it might be quick and passionate, but there was always a chance it would leave her unsatisfied. Alone, she'd give herself everything she needed. That meant teasing. That meant sexual torture.
Her hands took on a life of their own. She closed her eyes, and felt her fingertips explore her body. Felt her skin be exploited by need and sweet caresses. Up the side of her neck, where her pulse throbbed as a pinky brushed it. Between her breasts, drawing a line down to her navel... then back up. She wanted to keep going down, she needed it... but satisfaction too soon would be weak. She didn't want to trip over the edge, she wanted to fly right off it.
Her lips found themselves being plundered by wet fingers, insistent and demanding. Not content with a few swipes across her mouth, they pressed inward. She moaned, loving the feel of something violating her mouth, even if it was just her own fingers. She imagined other objects, other body parts pressing into her willing mouth. Those male hands, perhaps. She sucked on her finger, fantasizing about seducing a man with her oral skills alone. She swirled her tongue around the finger, pleasuring it, visualizing a thick shaft entering her mouth, demanding to be sucked. For her, she got off on the sensation of a huge cock in her mouth, just so that she could "see" it with her tongue, discover the veins and velvet skin and engorged head. The sensation of being stuffed with cock never failed to excite her powerfully. Just thinking about it made her pussy tingle, and she squeezed her thighs together to help contain the excitement. In the water, however, that proved more arousing. Her thighs brushed up against her pussy and pressed on it, and she groaned once again.
Her other hand chose to travel up and down her legs. Her thighs screamed to be touched, caressed, stroked. She spread her bent knees, resting them on either side of the tub. Instead of feathery touches, her palm pressed down firmly and rubbed. Up toward the knee, fingers splayed... underneath the knee, teasing the sensitive spot there... and always on the inside, tender flesh crying out for physical contact. This was the torture, to stroke her inner thigh, to imagine hands and lips traversing ever closer toward her pussy... but never reaching it. She involuntarily thrust her hips up, aching to have her pussy touched, but her own body betrayed her, and continued to rub arousing and frustrating paths near... but never too near.
Her mind flashed through scenarios, memories, specific emotions. Being kissed for the first time. Sex in the hard rain. A cock exploding inside her, suddenly hot and wet and full. The time her boyfriend stopped an elevator to push up her skirt and lick her pussy until she came in convulsing moans. Phone sex with a husky voice, fucking her with that voice. Arms around her, comforting and warm. Her college roommate, drunk and horny, asking her to fingerfuck her ass. A lover keeping her up after a marathon lovemaking session, pushing her for just one more orgasm... just one more...
Somewhere in the middle of all these thoughts her fingers met her pussy, feeding its desire with rapid strokes and excited circles around her clit. Her hips kept rising to meet this onslaught of fingers, pressing them hard against her wet sex, splashing as she writhed in the water. She felt the strong primal urge to be fucked, hard, severely, unrelenting. The thought of a cock pounding away at her pussy from behind, shaking her entire body with each thrust... Two fingers pressed against the folds of her pussy, between them, inside. They couldn't penetrate far enough or fill her up full enough, but damn did they feel wonderful.
As her orgasm rolled in, both hands worked between her legs furiously. Her eyes clenched shut, her mouth hissed as she felt the release coming, her body tightening up every muscle in anticipation...
When it arrived, blazing nerves and breaking sweat, she paused for a brief second. All was still save the splashing water. And then she convulsed, once, twice, moaning in hard breaths, feeling it sweep over her, throwing her out of control, hands rubbing harder, stopping, starting, riding the wave, let it never stop...
Once was not enough, she knew this. She craved more, would be riding a cock, grinding it right now had she the chance... she looked around for a substitute, anything to fill her, stuff her, stretch her pussy and make it ache inside to match her throbbing cock. Her eyes settled on one of her conditioner bottles, thick and round. A shaking hand grabbed it and brought it underwater.
It took her minutes, painful and pleasuring, to work the bottle even an inch inside. Her free fingers manipulated her pussy lips, teased and urged them to swallow the smooth plastic. From that slight start, it went in easy, her hand pushing it in as her hips bore down on the thick... oh so thick...
She didn't need to even fuck herself with it; just a good push to work it inside, her cunt walls pulling it in, strong muscles embracing the intruder. Once full, she twisted it ever so slightly, rolling her hard clit between her fingers, overcome by sensation and delight.
Her second orgasm never peaked but made a good case for staying forever. Once it started, a mere stroke of her clit sent waves of ecstasy up and down her body. She rode it, rode the bottle that she pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in hard. She knew she'd be sore soon, but tired and happy.
In the meanwhile, the water rushed back and forth, her hands were not her own, and her throaty gasps made it a night to enjoy...
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Having a good time y'all?
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Posted:May 10, 2010 9:57 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2024 1:52 pm
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So I flew back from Atlanta over the weekend. A long flight, courtesy of some low hanging ash, and so I had to overfly the mid west and the northpole to head east.
Oh yes, I had a fun time. Despite that I was actually supposed to be working there, I soon discovered that when I actually opened my mouth people melted... which Im not exactly used to in UK. Hey we all have pretty much the same accent here.
But when you transpose a Brit with a sense of humour into a different environment its a recipe for chaos. Sure, I go into the deep south chat room and noone wants to know. I go into a restaurant in downtown Atlanta and I'm suddenly a VIP. I certainly helped dispell the myth that every brit is stuck up - and although I wasnt literally (alas, for there are some beautiful people out there) I was told on several occasions had a pretty good chance. Amazing.
And frankly a little ridiculous. Why should it take a 5000 mile journey to realise the fact. Im still the same guy. Same old gags too.
I cant wait to go back 
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