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| Saturday, March 9th 2024 |
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| The intercom and a dream |
At ten thirty in the morning I heard a loud knock. I was still in my pyjamas and not expecting anyone.
As I opened the door there in front of me stood a very handsome olive skinned young man, broad shouldered, curly dark brown hair and two beautiful full lips.
What a yummy sight….. what is going on? Two other men caught up telling me that they are carrying works in my building and that the old intercom needs replacing.
Why doesn’t this happen to me more often!
Please come in, yes yes please come in. I tried to keep a straight face and look nonchalant, but I felt bothered and my body was alert tense and greedy, when only a minute ago the only care in the world I had was making tea!
Initially the curly black haired young man worked alone while the two others came and went supplying tools.
I want to chat him up but what if right then one of his colleagues walks in, what a beautiful pair of wide shoulders….they lend such an attractive strong shape to his body, his lips are made to be kissed, shall I write my number on a piece of paper with my name and give it him? What a pretty face, and how respectful and professional he is, he must’ve been brought up well. Why those two keep coming and going! If I could only shut the door and be with him alone. Unfortunately none of my fantasies come true, I’ve waited too long, I should have acted faster, what is wrong with me, the three of them are now working together solid and I’ve missed my chance.
After forty five minutes they were gone and I, by myself now, needed to let off some serious steam. How can such a brief encounter throw my body completely off course? It took me a couple of hours to cool off, I didn’t even know his name…
I was mostly annoyed with myself for not having acted faster, at the beginning, when he was alone. In the course of the next few days I wondered whether I’ve become rusty, whether I should go back to practicing the very sexy game of chatting up men in public. I know that most of them turn out shy and caught unawares just as I was when I heard the knock at my door, but there are also men that know how to play the game, it is like second nature to them and believe you me, these ones are worth all the trouble.
But even if him whom we chat up turns us down, the whole exchange can be such a turn on.
On my way out a week later, I stood waiting for the lift. In the exact moment that it arrived the olive skinned young man came walking to a storage room nearby, I was inside the lift now but the doors were still open and there was nobody else around. I stepped out and said hi, I suddenly felt free and confident, somehow out of my mouth came the words:” I wondered if you’d like to come out for a drink with me sometimes”.
Very politely he explained that he was flattered and that I was a very good looking girl, however he has a girlfriend and cannot accept, he thanked me kindly. I casually smiled and replied that I was glad to have had the chance to ask him.
It didn’t matter to me that he isn’t free, I found the bridged distance between us alone so horny, it really turned me on, in that question all my fantasies were somehow redeemed, the door that I opened for them was enough. I walked out of my building with a smile, feeling somehow high on that interaction, reaching out to him made everything possible, all my fantasies were set free even if I we went our separate ways.
The story is not over. I’ve run into him again.
I was on my way out, this time no longer wearing jeans or a tracksuit, but heels, open décolleté, skirt and stockings. I found him again by the elevators.
I said hi how is it going. He played casual but I could see his eyes darting between my short skirt and my chest. Lift doors opened and we walked in. This was my chance to know his name so I asked him, he replied Tiago. He asked for mine, (so you are interested….) but way too soon the doors on the fourth floor opened and he went out, not without sneaking one more glance at me just before the doors closed. Tiago. I checked his name, says Portugese or Brazilian descent. Damn Tiago, again my mind can’t focus on anything else; again I wished I’ve stepped forward and stolen at least a kiss, those full lips r so tempting I really want to try them. Again I wished I’d said more. I wished I’d told him that I am not looking for a boyfriend….
Since then I’ve run into him again but he wasn’t alone. My building is a big one, it’ll take them months to replace the intercoms in every flat and I am very patient when it comes to flirting, cooking, or hunting… whichever word you prefer.
All this recent talk of courage and chatting up people has affected my dreams too.
When I was in Venice this past Christmas I met a girlfriend for a catch up coffee. Her name is Nadia. We have a friend in common who years ago told me that he thinks she is into girls. In fact, as I sat close to her at the coffee shop and watched her speak I felt attracted, I caught myself needing to exert extra effort to focus on what she was saying, a couple of times my mind just flew off on some fantasy about her. I’ve forgotten how beautiful she is.
Just before my alarm clock rang this morning I found myself with Nadia again, we were standing facing each other and she was talking to me. I became aware again of how good looking and attractive she is, my thoughts of chatting up people still fresh in the back of my mind, I decided I can’t do this any longer, I won’t play cool this time, I’ll be bold, I stepped forward, took her pretty face in my hands and kissed her. Her body tensed up for a moment, I felt her brief confusion as my lips begun to feel hers, but soon her body relaxed and her lips started returning my kisses. I sucked at her lower lip, her kisses became bolder, my breath got caught in the excitement and I inhaled deeply this ecstasy which like a wave reached every part of my body. So it is true, Nadia, you are into girls.
The alarm clock woke me up and the memory of kissing Nadia, even now, days later, is so special. I’ve reached out to our friend in common and have asked him whether he is sure she is bisexual. I know that I will see her again. |
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| Thursday, February 15th 2024 |
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| Emma and I, well, two Emma’s for you….. |
I am so excited to finally share the pictures and GIFs of me and my beautiful friend Emma.
It is for you, to tease and invite you to join us when a hot desire for a delicious threesome is all you can think about!
We have been all over each other during so many threesomes, and most recently, guided by our threesome plans for the future, we decided to organize a duo photoshoot, our photographer and videographer being no other than my other gorgeous threesome girlfriend Naomi!
How much fun we had being all together shooting sexy and gorgeous fem-on-fem pictures, we felt like three naughty princesses.
It was easy to get into the mood, everything around us felt regal as we sorted out our outfits, and Naomi carefully studied the room layout, the lights, and prepared her camera equipment. To match the ambiance both Emma and I slipped into our sexy black lace lingerie. We had the room for a few hours only and did not want to waste a moment.
The deeply sensual dark wood was a perfect backdrop for Emma’s skin tone and voluptuous curves that I so love to touch and kiss. I was almost ready to cum just by watching her excitingly dancing around the room with me. She moves like a goddess.
You should have been there with us to see it. Maybe next time?
The atmospheric fireplace, breathtaking as it was, could not compete with the fire our bodies exuded into the room. A giant four-poster bed had our names written all over it. It felt so welcoming and it was so much fun to try this or that erotic set-up on it! We could have luxuriated in that bed for days and nights, I know it will forever remember the soft weight of our loving writhing bodies.
It took me a couple of days to recover after this escapade. All the touching and arching and twisting in the heat of the moment utterly exhausted me, but in the most pleasurable way. I think I can leave that to your imagination…
Threesomes with Emma and I will also leave you breathless and ecstatic. I can guarantee that.
We are sensual, playful, attentive and caring and very naughty together.
To give you a little preview of what to expect, imagine four soft female hands caressing your body from head to toe.
You can just lay back and let us indulge you in this unbelievably erotic foreplay. We will lead your senses into overdrive, sensually curving over you, our cascading hair tickling your body and igniting the smouldering passion within you.
After this long sensual foreplay we can make any of your threesome fantasies come true. Get lost between our two hot bodies, underneath our four hands and two sets of lips…..of both kinds….
Who would say no to that?!
Imagine your cock being sucked at the same time as your tongue reaches for the juices of a pussy sitting over you. This is just one of the scenarios we were imagining while playing and shooting our pictures and videos. We were horny for each other but we both really craved a good stiff cock to join us in this game.
The three hours passed by way too fast. I can’t believe how we managed to change into two more outfits! A large part of the excitement came from watching each other, anticipating the outcome of the pictures and videos and sharing it all with you.
I really hope to do this more often. Exhausted or not I loved the afternoon spent with Emma and Naomi, it was full of creative erotic magic.
If you would have been there with us, we could have tried using the posts of the bed too. My mind is spinning with ideas. Very naughty ideas! Ask me and I can share some with you. Or better still….book Emma and I so we can guide your fantasies directly into ours……
I can promise you there is never a dull moment when all of us are together. |
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| Thursday, January 11th 2024 |
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| THEIR CROTCHES |
Hello to everyone
I hope that your Christmas holidays were spent with lots of love, laughter and best wishes both given and received.
Blessedly in Spain during the entire period I flew back to London on the second of January.
I enjoyed there mostly calm, spectacularly sunny days, fascinated by the architecture, trying to see as many sights as possible, many of which I still carry in my mind.
All quiet on the Emma front, until, on a side street in Granada my eyes noticed and grabbed the crotch of a guy walking past.
That looked quite bulgy
O M G
I felt a sense of yummy arising from my subconscious that stole my conscious and in that moment my entire world too.
I imagined to place my hand on that bulge, how would it feel, would I gently bend my fingers to encircle it and slowly press, or would I like to just feel it with my palm, its heat mounting, its hardness starting to change, all my attention focused on even the smallest details, the texture of his jeans, this animal awakening underneath, would I then begin to faintly but firmly massage it, moving my hand in smaller circles at first, until it grew to such proportions that needed my hand to widen those circles, would I then extend my stroke down along his thighs, but not too far, my hand retreating between them, where his throbbing balls are….
I would then imagine that somehow him and I were the only ones on this quiet road, that he is standing in front of me fully attuned to my thoughts and that I am now letting these same thoughts free to roam and guide me.
The bulge has now become hot, his body standing fully erect, but still, with ease, I am noticing his breathing, his chest, his shirt rise and fall like ocean waves on a beach, his hands are relaxed but his eyes are that of an eagle.
As I unzip his jeans the warmth of his crotch transfers its glow through my hands to my chest, oh what a beautiful feeling this heat is, that which his body is generating only for me. His tight belly is warm, his dick feverish in the insanity of this moment, I hold it with both of my hands and take it out.
His unsheathed weapon now fully exposed, I look at it, my eyes are devouring the beauty of it the same way as earlier in the day I devoured the beauty of The Alhambra. There couldn’t be a more perfect segue, everything in my mind and body clicked as I soared higher and higher in my sexual stupor.
We were alone, him and I.
His eyes piercing like a spear left no doubt that I was the exact partner of all his fantasies.
Even though we didn’t exchange any words our bodies were able to read the situation perfectly, there were invisible strings between us that pulled us to each other, his cock in my direction, my juices in preparation….
I begun to undo my trousers, leaned against the low wall next to us, took his hips, gently pushed them towards me, the cold air making me realise how absolutely drenched my inner thighs are, I lifted my right leg and placed his dick inside me.
A siren shook me out of my wonder, I found myself out there alone walking somewhere, the turn to my hotel long past gone, I’ve actually been walking around in circles, wider and wider just like my hand around the boy’s crotch a little while ago, I’ve lost my way and can feel the deluge between my thighs as I walk and try to understand what on earth has happened to reality, where is that boy wearing jeans who had so much goodness packed in them for me!
He must be long past gone too…….
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Two days later.
Stepping into the aircraft that will take me from Granada to Barcelona, I noticed a very tall man sitting immediately on the right, front seats.
The boarding queue pushed me along making me forget about the tall man. I also didn’t go too far, my aisle seat was on the left, second row. I was already seated waiting for the boarding to complete when he stood up and came to pick something from the overhead compartment right above my head. What I noticed immediately was his crotch exactly at eye height, his very healthy erect body, again the jeans and the bulge immediately left of my face.
O M G
I tried to keep my face casual and aloof but these few moments were enough to send my thoughts out spinning again.
My imagination wantonly approved of this setup, how perfectly positioned was he if I could only let my hands and mouth do what they know best.
While he stood there preoccupied with his search I imagined us being the only people on the plane.
I moved my left hand and gently stroked his right thigh with my index finger.
Gently and slowly, at times imperceptibly.
He stopped moving his hands and looked downwards also realising that we were the only two people on the plane.
We looked at each other, he didn’t move away, and that’s when he got me.
My right hand extended to first feel the texture of the jeans covering his crotch, I was moving like a cat that wants to stroke and be stroked, way too conscious of how ideal my position is I begun to touch more firmly now, not wishing to prolong this foreplay the same way I did with the boy on the backstreets of Granada.
I realised that the experience in Granada had left me very hungry, I wanted to touch the tall man standing next to me but this time I wanted to involve my tongue too.
Our eyes locked, I held his hips and begun to undo his jeans. We didn’t need words, he knew what I wanted and had latched onto my agenda with a quickness that impressed me but blurred the lines and questioned my position. Such a confidence in a man never fails to get me weak at the knees, he stood there solid, with a fearless bluntness that softened my eyes and made me submit, he thus took charge and I begun to adore him…
Softening my hands I touched the area around his cock. His jeans now fully unbuttoned allowed me to connect to his skin, realising that he wore no underwear. His beauty was so thick, it made perfect sense, I’d also like as much comfort as possible underneath my jeans if I was a man so well endowed, I’d also be reacting to ladies left right and centre, I’d also be in the need of room for my almost constant half erection which in this case is already so huge……..
I felt a hand on my shoulder and a face coming close to mine, in my imagination this is the beautiful tall man bending to finally kiss me…….. but no, it was the flight attendant repeating to me that the seat belt sign is on and that I must fasten mine in readiness for take off.
Ah damn busting fantasies!
Again!
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| Saturday, November 11th 2023 |
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| Sex on a Speed Boat |
I just got back from spending a beautiful week at home in Italy, where the mountains are so pretty and the sunsets above the sea so dramatic, colored in every shade of pink red azure and violet…
Early falls at home are truly special.
I had a lot to squeeze in in a week but what I looked forward to the most was the date with my lover.
Ours has always been an odd friendship. In the past ten years we’ve actually had sex only once (I don’t count the messy fuck in the back of his car) and I hoped that this evening might finally be a repeat. Fantasies of simply placing myself crotchless and naked on his lap were gaining momentum, I feared that I was game to cross every line this evening, indeed all I wore was a dress, a simple wide black summer dress, easy to lift, easy access….. easy to get out of.
Unexpectedly, instead of driving me to Trieste where we usually always go because nobody knows him there so his girlfriend can’t find out, we drove to a lovely wine bar much closer to home. He soon told me that he broke up with his girlfriend three months ago.
Hmm waw, this is new.
They’ve been together for ten years.
He is with me tonight, we’ve been sitting here for hours by now, the bar will soon close, it is almost midnight and he’s begun to touch my thighs. I told him to not do that unless his intentions are to go all the way.
The reason for me to say this is that we’ve kissed and touched and done everything so many times except having sex. Countless evenings he’s made me so frustrated that I’ve sworn to myself I will never touch or kiss him again unless the ineradicable plan was to have sex.
His reply was: ”Why would you think that I don’t wish to go all the way.”
Remembering way too many disappointing evenings I found this hard to believe, but he looked serious. I told him “Well, if you wish to do that we should go right now.”
He drove to the next town where his fast boat was moored. We walked the short distance, hopped on, everything still seeming unreal, can it be…… is this really happening…. yet the boat was soon on its way to a spot far enough at sea where nobody could hear us.
The sea was calm and the temperature lovely, “the calm before the storm” I giggled to myself, yet with what beauty in the sky will this calm soon change and become a real storm.
He switched the engine off and came to sit next to me. I lifted my skirt immediately, sat on his lap and we begun kissing madly. I could not believe it, I dream about this every single time I come home on vacation, I took my bra off, begun to undo his jeans, stepped back to remove my g-string and then sat on his lap again.
It’s been years since I had him inside me……. his dick is as hard and as big as I remembered, I grabbed it and eased myself on it, he is now entering me….. when was it last time…… it has been years……. I am feeling him now, the skin at the tip of his cock is finding its way inside me, pushing downward with my hips, I am so wet but he is really thick so I need some time, my pussy must stretch a little more…..
His hand on my boobs, my hand lifting my dress and throwing it away. He picked me like a doll, turned me around and laid me down on my back, inserted his dick inside me again and this time it was easy….. very deep….. is what he said…. he loves to push his dick inside as far as possible. On and on and on, he had me and fucked me… baby, you are mine again.
After a delicious while I told him that I want to make myself cum (I won’t make the same mistake as last time). We turned around, I sat on him and asked him to move his hips up and down, not too fast but please fuck me as I play with myself. The sensation was exhilarating, as I flicked and massaged my clit he kept pushing all the way in, again and again, I told him that I am loud, he replied that he loves that, securing myself by holding onto the rails with one hand and the other on my pussy, I screamed and shook so hard that for a moment I honestly doubted that the waves could really muffle all the noise…. anyways, even if not, I didn’t care, my orgasm was absolutely Exquisite. My body said: the only person with whom I can burn and extinguish my sexual energy is you.
He lifted me again and placed me in a doggy position, carrying on with his thrusts deep deep deep, holding me by the shoulder, now by the hips, now by my hands, he pounded me, the sound of the waves, the lightening above Italy, a storm was coming, the sky getting even darker, his huge dick inside me, what a delicious visit at home this time…… I was noticing all of it with my entire skin.
Now he was on top of me, inside me, his body, the regular lightening in the sky illuminating us, I told him that it is safe to come inside me if he wanted, he needed no other encouragement…. he filled my pussy with his wonderful juice and I realized that this was actually the first time he ever did that with me. The one time we had sex years ago he finished on my belly but this time he let himself go completely….. we laid down one next to the other, naked, spent, watching the sky above Italy, the stormy clouds, it was all so special. The sea breeze caressed our skins, it had that faint smell or distant rain, we fell asleep until the air turned cooler, the storm coming nearer and we decided to glide back to the city. Boat moored back into place, we went inside and laid down again to sleep, it was so beautiful and perfect, I loved it so much, still mentally catching up with the fact that he was now both in my arms, and inside me, being slowly and safely completely absorbed….
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| Saturday, October 14th 2023 |
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| A massage in Reykjavik |
Most of the time summer holidays include trips to sea side resorts, coastal towns, usually the South where the sun is at its hottest and the sea at its best for dipping, swimming and playing.
It’s all about the suntan, right?
Some time in spring I acquired a strong fascination with the North instead. I adore the outdoors, volcanic lands, ice, rivers and waterfalls. Diving is one of my favorite hobbies and Iceland pretty much ticked every box so I decided that there was nothing better that I could do this August than go to dive in Iceland.
The hotel was spectacular with its views of the mountains and the sea, the dive course intense, the scenery incredible, the cold didn’t bother me in the least, the only thing missing was a man….
I was teased in the extreme by the young youths helping me put my dry suit on and off. The way the dive master would come close behind me to adjust my collar and I step backwards if only to steal a moment when we stood side by side and our bodies touched. Or, when he stood exactly in front of me and I had his lips right there, so close, so many naughty opportunities. I found such moments very frustrating, yet I stole them all.
Needless to say I would have gladly welcomed the realisation of at least some of my fantasies but there was never any privacy, it was impossible for me to make that step, to cross the line, to seize that body or kiss the lips.
On one particular day I had a massage booked at the hotel. I left my room a little frustrated, the dives, the boys, my mind’s relentless imagining of erotic outcomes meant that I had quite a lot of unfulfilled sexual energy in me.
I walked into the elevator and pressed SPA, the ladies at reception pointed me to a room, his name was Steve. He will be my massage therapist.
I found his style rather generic and a little boring, until he took the hot stones, Himalayan apparently, and placed them on my skin. Oh my god how amazing that felt on my legs and hips! The cold water, the dives and outdoors, I was extremely sensitive to the heat right now. The oil, his strokes, the burning warmth, I wished to be completely naked, I wanted his hands to slide along my body unhindered.
I told him that I’d like to take my g-string off. He surprised me by offering to take them off for me. Mmm. Wow. Is this a crossed line? Yes, take them off please, “I’d like to enjoy the heat of the stones without my g-sting stopping the flow of your hands” I said to him. “I’d like you to touch me everywhere, unhindered”, I thought.
He took my underwear off and placed it on the chair next to my bathrobe, poured more oil and begun to massage my thighs.
I loved how he touched me, how daring all this was, I laid face down and I knew that the towel covering me was folded in a way that exposed my sex, I knew that he could see me completely naked as he massaged me. A few times he came so close between my legs that the edge between professional and a line crossed was impossible to define, nor I cared to, I let him do whatever he pleased.
We both enjoyed what was going on without talking, though each time he placed the hot stones on me I hummed with pleasure, to encourage him. I also knew that my pussy was really reacting to all this.
How easy it would have been for him to touch me there, to slide his finger inside, to extend that stroke up my leg and start massaging my vagina, to share in my moisture, to give me what I have never yet experienced during a similar therapy, “a happy ending”.
Beyond receiving an extremely suggestive massage as a naked woman nothing else happened. As soon as I walked out of the room the ladies offered me a smoothie, “Please sit down at this bar we’ll bring it to you in no time.” Thank you. I felt so mellow and aroused, I had no rush to leave.
Before putting my g-string and bathrobe back on I touched myself to check how wet my body has become, how wonderfully it has responded to Steve. Blissfully satisfied, my fingers were completely moist and glistening. Thank you Steve. “I would have loved you to explore further… but I am really happy also with this.” I felt redeemed somehow, my sexual energies have found expression.
As I sat at the bar waiting for my smoothie he walked by preparing for his next customer. The eye contact we exchanged said it all, we had both just aten a slice of the same erotic cake, it was delicious, and it was only ours.
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| Saturday, September 23rd 2023 |
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| After-Sex Glow |
It was a warm Sunday in September. All I wanted to do was stay at home, relax, turn on the AC, enjoy a restful afternoon, recharge after a very busy week.
Suddenly I remembered his deep voice on the phone.
A gentleman called to enquire about a threesome he hoped I would arrange for him for that same Sunday. He would like to see me and Naomi together and explained that he has never done anything like this before. My instinct, his deep voice…. subtle signs told me that I was in for a treat.
I had a very long evening ahead of me and only a couple of hours to prepare. What will I wear at the theatre show tonight with my friends? Do I have enough time to change and shower after my threesome? It all seemed so rushed, I felt tired, why on earth have I said yes to all this!
Naomi arrived fifteen minutes earlier to have a shower, and as we chatted preparing the bed we heard a knock. My predisposition before and after I opened the door could not have been more dissimilar, when I saw the tall and gorgeous man walking into my flat my energies hopped on to another planet. Literally.
As he showered, Naomi and I laughed and giggled full of excitement, we both eyed each other knowingly, we knew exactly how to enjoy and share everything with this man. I needed no planning, I wanted to let my body go, all of a sudden I felt full of energy.
I loved that Naomi was there.
I loved to watch her suck him as I rubbed my wet pussy along his hard thighs, kissing him passionately and deeply. My tongue savoured his, stroking it in its entirety, our lips touching, gently, strongly, my nipples hard and upright, his sweat, my saliva, his hot skin….
It is delicious when my body does the talking, when all I see arouses me.
As I pressed and massaged his thigh hard between my legs, watching Naomi on her knees suck him, as my tongue devoured him, my vagina wetter and wetter, Naomi’s lips and hands swallowing his hard cock, more and more we wanted to see him cum, I was so happy to share all this with Naomi, she looked spectacular, his dick swallowed like that, my pussy throbbing, my boobs pressed against his chest, his skin against my nipples, my tongue, our juicy kisses…….
All of a sudden, there on the floor, he came and sprouted cum all over Naomi, all over my carpet and my floor, it was a sight so horny and arousing I never once bothered about the mess.
What an orgasm, how beautiful the connection between us, how full of energy was I now! Sweaty and spent, but recharged deliciously. I felt like I was a few skies higher, my mind racing, didn’t know what fresh memory to revisit instantly, not wanting to let any of it go.
Naomi was the first to shower, she too had other commitments ahead of her, but I stayed back to kiss the man, to feel him with my skin, to have his arms hold me, my legs around him, to partake of this delicious buffet before it was gone………
You know how it is, when the after-sex buzz won’t stop desiring and wants to hold on to nakedness. When one’s sweat doesn’t want to let go of the body that caused it.
Alas I had a dinner and a theatre show to go to! I needed to shower and dress, truly I had a car picking me up in only forty five minutes! I still flew high on my after-sex glow, Naomi and our guest were gone, I was showered and ready.
It was at the end of the dinner that my energies changed. Must have been the food but all to quickly I underwent a huge slump! OMG, how will I sit during a three hour show at the theatre, all I want is to go home and enjoy my reminiscences….. My thoughts kept taking me back to my threesome, the sweat, that man, the sight of Naomi on the floor as she sucked, his cum as it traced Naomi’s ebony skin all over, his growls and my fast deep breaths, my lungs quivering watching the scene and every time it was re-played in my mind…
At intermission I realised that there was nothing I could do, my eyes wouldn’t stay open and as soon as they closed the threesome flashbacks would not let me sit still, it was all so frustrating, I told my friends that I was very sorry but that I needed to go home, it had been a very long day…..
The fresh air outside was like a balancing balm. The evening air and evening lights infused my after-sex glow with a different energy, allowed me to revisit my afternoon less feverishly, to enjoy my new memories with a clearer head…… every step was like a new delicious morsel, full, but composed, and my mind gradually moved to practical matters as well.
I have left my flat in a total mess! Thank god tomorrow is Monday and my cleaner is coming as usual at Noon. |
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| Thursday, August 10th 2023 |
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| A Dream |
Pressing the pen with my index finger hurts, and I can barely tolerate the pressure of the cushion on my pussy as I sit and write, but I am dying to share with you an extremely erotic wet dream I had last night.
I dreamt that I was a very successful private chef.
My cooking was famous for being healthy and most of my customers were athletes. The sensation in the dream was that every time I delivered my prepared food parcels in person I’d leave completely frustrated. The sight of tall, broad shouldered, athletic men, played directly into the ideal sexual encounters of all my fantasies.
It was a very hot summer day, and I had a lot to cook. Deciding on what to wear, I chose a tiny cotton apron with a frilly trim. That and nothing else.
I was working on their weekly menus, surrounded by beautiful, colourful vegetables.
My bare feet were moving to the rhythm of the smooth music playing in the background and I was smiling as I swayed through the kitchen gathering my supplies.
I could feel my cheeks twitching from the grin in my sleep.
As I washed the smooth shiny aubergines, zucchini, and firm, crispy carrots, I imagined them to be the cock of my clients. Instantly, my hands slowed down, my mind focused on the fantasy, it was as if I was eating with my hands.
I was aware of the heat that tensed my body and in my sleep caused it to quiver.
My hands became nervous and I broke a carrot. Someone said “slow down”, and in my mind it was one of my clients telling me to slow down as we fucked. Bizarrely it felt like I got to know him better, I understood that he liked a mixture of rough and slow sex, fragments of so many other dreams converged to focus on this discovery, and there went my mind plotting all kinds of scenarios where I could mix these two for him.
A jerk in the water faucet pulled me out of my daydreaming and I realised that sadly I was still there washing the vegetables! I leaned to examine the carrots and the zucchini and the cucumbers when suddenly next to me the same gorgeous tall athletic customer reappeared.
I felt his strong yet gentle hand caressing my cheek, and his hard cock pressing against my exposed derrière. I arched my back instinctively, my bum cheeks were now fully exposed, and I could feel his erection pushing between my excited thighs.
Was he like an aubergine or like a zucchini, I wondered. He was a perfect cucumber, I concluded.
It was like a dream within a dream. His hips started to move, I felt his cock enter me. By now my vulva was so swollen and moist that he had no issues in sliding entirely inside me.
The scene changed.
I no longer felt my client’s fat dick but I held, still standing by the sink, a very big hard carrot in my hands.
I felt so horny and desperate, I considered playing with it, using it as a dildo. Oh how would it feel pushed deep inside me…
But this particular time, to my disappointment, I had no vegetables to spare.
Should I just use them anyway, cum all over them….. and then cook them for my customers? I imagined how they might possibly taste my pussy juice together with my food. Oh god, I am such a naughty dirty-minded chef!
Well, I didn’t do that.
Not this time.
Dwelling on that idea, for now, I just took the carrot tops, hoisted myself on the kitchen counter, spread my legs and gently tickled my pussy with the green fluffy frilly tops. I loved the sensation. I tossed the green leaves back in the sink and with my fingers started circling around my clitoris, gently and slowly, over and over. Then, placing the entire surface of my index finger on my clitoris, I just kept flicking and pressing. I was so excited, the cold kitchen counter felt like bliss on my burning labia. With a slow downward motion I hooked my finger around my pussy opening, searching for the g-spot. I was simply insatiable. And wetter than my freshly washed vegetables. I was playing and cumming until my poor little index finger started to hurt.
I noticed the time on the kitchen clock and realised that I had to jump and return to my cooking! One of my incredibly sexy customers was coming over to pick up his food in less than an hour.
I had to speed up my work. I was chopping and slicing and dicing, the pots were steaming and I was steaming as well. Everything was in motion and commotion. Including my libido! My mind kept swirling around just as my index finger had swirled around my clitoris a little while ago.
It was the same finger that now had to press on the blade of my knife and the handle of my wooden spoon, I felt the pain every time but I had to persevere. As a chef I should have protected this crucial finger! My pussy felt so delicious however that it was a price I was willing to pay. This girl needs her pleasures.
I was rushing, setting the pots to cook, checked the clock and a sudden idea illuminated my mind – I do have 5 minutes to spare. Let’s take my finger for another round.
I ran to my bed, spread my legs and resumed the play. My clitoris was glistening underneath my apron and it was so hungry for another delicious course. Wearing only my apron was really convenient. The following orgasm came in just a few seconds. Then another one and one after that. My body was steaming just like my pots. I ignored the finger pain and once again got lost in my orgasms.
The only thing interrupting my playtime was a smell of burning lentils coming out of my kitchen. Even the smoke alarm went off. You should have seen me bouncing around in my tiny apron with nothing underneath! Opening windows and chasing the smoke away. Cooking new lentils. Calling my customer and asking him to come a bit later (obviously I could not tell him why I burnt his food).
But unfortunately (or fortunately!) he was already on his way.
This was just a dream, but how I wish it was a reality!
After that mini crisis my food was coming along nicely. I invited my customer in. He was so handsome! I could not keep my eyes off his strong muscular arms.
I chatted with him, smiling, pulling a chair out for him to sit on while I finished and packed his food.
It was a very polite conversation. Until he asked:
“So, do you always cook dressed like this?”
I had failed to realise I was almost completely naked! I started to blush, and was trying to explain to him that when it’s really hot outside, I keep my clothing to a bare minimum. I apologised and was about to go and put something else on.
Then he said:
“Don’t worry about it. I do the same. I also like to be naked around my house!”
Oh my god! I instantly imagined him naked.
Shamelessly clumsy with that thought, as I carried the food packages from the counter to the table I slipped on the frilly carrot tops and landed in his arms! I managed to save the food. I also managed to land with my moist open legs right on his open hand resting on his knee, and suddenly became aware of his index finger on my clitoris.
We exchanged looks. Those hot steamy irresistible looks!
In the following minute I managed to laugh, blush and explain to him why his food was delayed, why my finger hurt and almost cum on his hand.
“I could help you with your situation and you can rest your finger.” I felt his perfect cucumber cock stretching his shorts and pressing against my thigh.
There was no way I was going to resist this!
I pulled his cock out and massaged it as I did my vegetables earlier.
He swiftly lifted me and placed me effortlessly on my kitchen table. Oh god, his strong arms!
When he slid inside me, smoother than any aubergine I touched and harder than any carrot I scrubbed, he took my sore index finger in his mouth and was sucking on it while fucking me.
The final orgasm of my day was my best one.
The entire neighbourhood could hear my screams through the open windows.
I know this was just a dream, but I felt it on a visceral level even when I woke up. My index finger was a bit sore, but my pussy felt satisfied.
I concluded that I was actually playing with myself in my sleep the entire night! Who wouldn’t, with a dream like that?!
It was not just my hurting finger. Two wet patches, one underneath the corner of my grinning mouth and the other moistening my butt cheeks validated the real impact of my dream.
I wished I could just stay in my bed for the rest of the day and keep on dreaming! |
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| Thursday, July 6th 2023 |
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| Shibari |
Dim light, sensual music, golden petals scattered all over the floor, well placed candles illuminating two ladies softly walking towards a “stage” made of black satin sheets.
Pink peonies, half-naked female bodies seated all around with bewildered eyes and ropes.
That was the scene of my first ever shibari seance.
I was instantly entranced.
The performance was incredibly beautiful. Two women in silk and lace and ropes danced in the rhythm of their story telling, one dominant and the other completely submitted with her arms tied behind her, ropes running over her exposed skin, around her breasts, her erect nipples begging to be kissed.
Everyone in the room gasped.
It was the alternating of a tightly pulled rope and then the softest of touches that made me so horny. I could only breathe deeply and watch, but I felt everything on my skin too. Oh how I wanted to be the submissive girl on the stage!
Suddenly I remembered how as an adolescent I used to daydream of being tied to a pillar on a pirate ship, my hands above my head, legs spread wide open and bound firmly so I couldn’t move. I was at the complete mercy of the very sexy dirty tall and strong pirates, and covered only by my long white translucent dress which they started to rip off as they ravished my body. I could feel the rope around my wrists and ankles tightening. Succumbing to their grubby strong hands and fingers I didn’t want them to stop. I wanted them to take me right there and fuck me, tied to the pillar, my shredded clothes exposing my soft clean skin….the same juxtaposition of soft and rough as I was seeing now in front of my very eyes. The tight ropes and the girl’s submissive half naked soft body….
I realised that every woman in the room was mesmerised just like me, seemingly dreaming of their own fantasies whatever they were.
I had my old hots for the pirates, but this is oh so hot too! I was getting so excited!
As if the ropes were not spicy enough the dominant girl lit a candle, pulled her submissive companion tightly towards her, tilted her head backwards, and dripped the hot melting wax on the girl’s body causing her to twitch and make little screams. You wouldn’t know whether it was because the burning sensation was too much to bear, or because the fettered nymph was completely psyched by the burning hot wax that kissed her skin.
I gasped and twitched too.
The rope artist swiftly turned her around, holding the ropes as if it was a beautiful doll, kissed and sucked her hard nipples and poured more hot wax over her breasts.
I became aware of my own nipples hardening through my dress as my heartbeat quickened watching this performance.
I felt enchanted like Alice in HOT wonderland.
I couldn’t wait to try the ropes myself.
And the hot wax drops!
But first, I had to grab a glass of ice-cold water, the heat that I felt rushing through my body had become overwhelming. In a good way though! In a way that made me want to have this experience. And when I say hot, I was also literally so wet! I felt drops of my pussy juice running down my thighs. I had to have the ropes on my skin! I needed it! Right now!
And then……………..
One of the performers, incredibly beautiful, with her sexy Italian accent approached me with a handful of ropes and I submitted to her.
I am not submissive in character, I am usually always in control, so, what does it feel like to be submissive to someone?
My mistress was sensual and soft spoken, her touches felt like butterfly kisses, her breath on my skin gave me goosebumps. She was firm with the ropes though. I felt them enveloping me, carving into my skin as she tied them in intricate patterns.
I was curious to see where the pain and pleasure boundary for me is.
Sometimes the rope stung my skin, but then I felt her gentle fingertips soothing me. This constant contrast was extremely erotic to me.
She was manhandling me, or rather womanhandling me in the most erotic way. Afterwards she pulled the ropes and sensually tossed me around. I felt like a pleasure doll in my restraints. My face landed on one woman’s loin, her hand playing with my hair. My butt ending up in the arms of another woman. I felt beautifully exposed. I was not in control of any of this but I enjoyed every second of it.
The most pleasurable sensation for me was when she, untying me, very slowly pulled the ropes away, opening the knots and releasing the pressure. I have never realised just how sensual ropes can be. These particular ones were very long and as they slowly traced their path across my body all the way until their other end dropped and released me, the playful friction, gentle and yet very distinct that this passage produced on the surface of my skin, instantly became one of the most erotic sensations my skin has ever known. And when they slowly drew over my breasts my nipples instantly responded even more.
It is so sexy to be at the complete mercy of a beautiful woman binding you with ropes but there is a whole other element to it too, soothing and transcending.
I felt it all.
Shibari originated in Japan as a form of torture and a method of restraining prisoners. It evolved into the art of erotic bondage in the 19th and 20th century. Beautiful patterns that decorate the bare skin after the ropes come off are part of this art. Noticing them on my arms and legs in the course of the following days, touching them, brought a sense of calm over me.
The experience was simply astonishing. Beyond my expectations.
I was left with a question.
What would this sensation feel like to a man? Would the naturally rougher male skin appreciate a tighter bond than mine?
It arouses me to imagine tying up a man. Restraining him to serve my desires. Using a thinner rope to tie his cock and balls into a pretty parcel. It sounds hot! I am not a dominatrix but this experience left me thinking about trying……
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| Monday, June 19th 2023 |
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| June Voyeurs |
The heat wave in London is making me realise just how much I love summer. Walking around the city I become aware of the gentle touch of the soft fabric of my summer dresses, the way they so easily slip off of me every evening as I undress for my cooling shower, and how much I adore to sleep naked, lazily rolling over crispy white sheets….
It feels almost as good as being somewhere on vacation.
I will tell you two secrets today.
I absolutely love walking around with no underwear. The way the warm air lifts my skirt excites me, not to mention how the obvious outline of my nipples turns everybody’s eyes on me….. I feel a delicious sense of freedom that also reminds me of how much I love to swim naked in the sea, I cannot wait for my holidays by the beach.
Summer overflows with wonderful sensations especially when everything is in such close proximity to my skin. Even summer kisses feel more passionate, and don’t get me started on summer sex! Every part of me reacts to men and women and dreams of them completely naked by my side…... my whole body breaks into a sweet sweat and I love the unceasing flirtatious eye contact!
What I find most exasperating of all (!) is walking past a girl who is not wearing a bra. My sunglasses hide my eyes but my knees weaken every time! I need to slow down even when she is past me to rewind the vision I just saw and take an extra set of deep breaths. That is the King and Queen of Tease for me. If she is wearing a deep V cut, or if her dress is open and partially reveals her breasts, I need a yard or so so calm down……….
Would you like to know my other secret?
I love being watched.
The way a man eats me with his eyes and his desire is obviously hotter than the midday sun. Today for instance during my walk back home, a guy wearing sunglasses and licking a cone of ice cream literally stopped to get a better look at my bobbing nipples. At first I didn’t know why he stopped, there was no physical hindrance before him, indeed I stared back trying to figure him out. But soon it became apparent that he only stopped to get a better look at my revealing top. Naughty boy I thought. Yet I found that so sexy….
Nothing soothes me more than the long clear warm evenings, when at ten is still twenty-two degrees and the sky’s color the last pinkish-turquoise tones of the sunset. If during one of these late evenings I am having a walk with a lover I cannot resist putting my hand under his shirt, feeling his hot muscles move rhythmically as he walks….
In those moments I just want to devour him there and then!
I love to dance by the moonlight when back home in silk lingerie I perform before his eyes and undress. Leaning against the diaphanous white curtains I use them to partially cover my naked body, I tease him and look at him getting harder and harder as I continue dancing, swaying in the evening air, the windows wide open. The moonlight, his eyes and my intoxicating joy is all there is. I slip my fingers between my legs, his fixed gaze making me so incredibly wet. I decide to place a chair in front of him, sit on it and spread my legs, I love to be watched as I orgasm and at the same time watch him stroke his hard cock. It doesn’t take me long, the heat of the entire day, the tickling dresses, girls’s boobs, everybody’s eyes, my hand on his skin as he walks, my dance in the moonlight, his rising cock so potent, I cum in only a few moments! I breathe deeply, come closer, and the heat we both gathered throughout the day releases itself into mind-blowing sex…… |
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| Tuesday, March 14th 2023 |
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| Foursomes and Fivesomes |
Even though the foursome that has inspired me to write this blog happened only a couple of days ago, thinking about it now I realise that I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying quite a few such saucy scenarios over the years. I’d love to describe some of them….
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In the course of a very long evening at my friend’s house in Chelsea I was delighted to receive an eight hands massage, for the first time in my life enjoying the intimate company of four men, my client and three of his closest friends. We all sat in a circle in the big drawing room, half undressed. Tentative at first, our sexualities begun to spread and expand, exploring each other, observing, checking with carefully picked words who was ready for action and who needed more time…..
One would think that this is a dream come true for any man but not all of the four present were fully engaged. One was overwhelmed and remained the entire evening a voyeur, another a little shy but still daring, the third completely laid back direct and fun loving, and my client as always, fully in his element. The sexual dynamics changed in the course of our menage a cinq, they rose and ebbed like the waves of a very excited ocean and though there was plenty of alcohol to lean on, the four men tried hard to look confident and courageous! I in turn did my best to make the shy feel comfortable and to push the limits of those who needed a little push….. I hope that they still get a gentle throb remembering me naked and purring from one to the other across that floor.
Not like the foursome I had two days ago…OMG !! Incredible to watch Jason take Naomi so powerfully right in front of our eyes. The best porn movie ever only an inch away. No! It was even more than that. So much more!
But I am running ahead of myself….. I want to describe a few more foursomes and fivesomes before I come back to this most recent mind-blowing experience.
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We were at my place. Me and my girlfriend, our client and two male escorts, one bisexual and the other gay. I don’t recall the exact reasons why but I think we all wanted to watch two men together. What I remember is feeling like Alice in Wonderland, my apartment a place where everything is possible and harmoniously perfect, it was like a spell united us all. The three of us on my bed watching the two boys in front of us making out, it might not be your thing but waw it was delicious, it was different and oh so hot…… writing about this now has provoked the same exact spell buzzing through my entire body, I will now have a cold shower and resume later……
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A married couple invited me to their lovely house in Pimlico. It was a summer evening and I looked forward to meeting my new partners in crime. Their plan was to enjoy a very hot and steamy threesome which we eagerly started but sadly half way through the lady started feeling unwell and stopped the session. I went to the bathroom to allow them to speak in private but once I got back they told me that they unfortunately will not be able to continue. Suddenly their door bell rang. The husband went down to let their guests in and came back with two spectacularly handsome men, friends of theirs who apparently just popped by to check on their plans for that weekend. Husband was lying on the chaise lounge by the bed with his wife, and seeing my intensely curious eyes told me that I could do anything I liked, either stay and enjoy their two friends, or leave. I soon admitted to myself that I was utterly incapable of leaving, my body irresistibly pulled in the direction of the two men. I playfully snuggled between them, we started kissing….. and all along as I undressed them and we moved to the bed, the married couple kept watching us really enjoying this unexpected turn of events. I can safely say that these two men were the best and most playful two buddies I have ever had the pleasure to meet let alone enjoy sexually. A shame that I never took their numbers but the best things usually happen in the moment and are unplanned…..
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Coming back to the spectacular foursome earlier this week I thought my bed will be too small, but no! That was never an issue.
This wasn’t the first time I have been with Jason but it was the first time for Naomi, and how amusing it was to notice in her a different kind of perkiness I’ve never seen before. I loved to watch her enjoy Jason, to look at her red fiery hold ups in the air as he took her, his body sweating, his muscles and sexy tattooed skin a mind blowing contrast to Naomi’s fully naked red shaded ebony shape….. me and my client hardly blinking not lo lose a single instant of what is quite honestly one of the hottest sights I have ever drooled over. And when it was my turn I let Jason take me any way he wanted, it was so exciting to feel him so powerful, to look at Naomi’s delighted face close by, I could hardly keep my eyes focused on anything for too long…..
I loved holding Jason’s hot torso as he kneeled over my client and, kissing Naomi, held and stroked my breast in the most delicious way. I loved holding my hand around his back and devour his lips, while the client sucked at his cock and Naomi watched with that focus which excludes everything else from one’s mind. I loved being between my client’s legs gently massaging, licking, and my eyes fixed upwards to the wild shape of Jason penetrating Naomi in missionary style, holding her legs up high, the deep red hold ups on her legs forever etched in my memory. I cannot wait to do all of this again.
Fun times aren’t they ))))))
If you are ever in the mood for a foursome I can guarantee you that with the three of us it’ll be a complete success……
Or let me know if you would like to enjoy a different twist to your threesome fantasies, I’d love to hear about it……. as you know xxxxxx
Lots of love
Emma
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| Saturday, January 7th 2023 |
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| Happy New Year Adults! |
How are you? Did you enjoy all the festivities, parties and lavish tables? I hope so, and aren’t we all ready and curious to explore what 2023 has in store for us….. I hope I can be a part of your new year’s resolutions…
The last months of 2022 are a blur :) with dinners, shows, events concerts and all the intimacy behind closed doors….. I got caught in a delicious whirl that’s only now, come January, a little slowing down…
There is a lot of planning, I love the requests for threesomes and for new one-to-one adventures. And the wives who wish to meet me too….. now - can you imagine a more perfect turn of events? I love all the open minded ladies who never deem it too late in life to try new things; how lucky I feel to know exactly how to be of help!
I’ve also recently had the joy of meeting a virgin. I find these meetings very special. They are the most honest, and the most courageous. I love to hear their stories and to help brake what stops them. Every single time it’s truly enjoyable. To listen and lead the way slowly, to let their bodies become familiar with my touch and my kisses, to see them open to me more and more and respond, their first time becomes a first time for me too in a way. It’s just special. Thank you for coming to me…..
Am I ready for 2023? I am definitely ready to hear the first spring birds, to see the leaves sprout anew, to dive into the world’s increasing hunger and all the accompanying erotic games at mine….
Or at yours…..
Are you ready?
Please note that I’ll be away from the 18th till the 26th of January. I’m off to explore Lisbon and Seville - a little trip to break the course of winter.
I hope you enjoyed all my updates, that the new year has welcomed you full of promise, and to see you soon :-)
Love
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| Monday, October 3rd 2022 |
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| Singapore 9th - 11th of September |
I left London on the 8th of September to go to a very remote diving spot in Indonesia.
Looking back, this is one of the best things I’ve done in my life.
My trip has quite a few stops along the way so let me start with Singapore.
I had booked a lovely room for two nights on the 43rd floor of the luxury hotel Marina Bay Sands. I couldn’t wait to spend the whole day by the infinity pool on its roof and hopefully meet someone to share the entire experience with…
As I came up to the 57th floor and walked along the pool I kept checking the other guests relaxing on the lounge chairs. Half way through I saw a tall man lying by himself, and an empty lounge chair beside him. That was my spot.
I don’t remember which were my first casual pick up lines but the minute I heard his Brazilian / American accent and looked at his face omg I was really interested. He is handsome… I told myself. Forty years old, a tall Brazilian business man from San Paolo.
Mmm how nice it was to get to know him… I liked to spend a considerable time just talking, sitting close to him or with him in the water, the only downside being that four hours later he had a plane to catch.
I loved it though… I think that one can have sex just by talking to someone and flirting, but when I realized that time had come for him to go and pack and in one hour leave, it hit me that we didn’t have all day and that the time was way more limited than I had thought.
So I kissed him… it has been such a turn on listening to his sexy accent all afternoon that when I realized time was soon up I regretted not having done that earlier (something he also said, more than once). I still had the chance however to wrap my legs around him under the water and kiss him passionately. Very soon we decided to go to my room...
I couldn’t wait to feel him.
I needed to taste and dive into this attractive Brazilian male energy, play with it, enjoy it. We didn’t have much time, but we spent it well… and I held the small packet of condoms he brought with him all night in my bed. No… I am not obsessed… just trying to hold on to a very special experience for a little longer if I can...
You have understood by now that I love meeting interesting men, to get to know them, very quietly tease them and flow along a very slow build up. I find the play of all this interaction utterly delicious.
I loved to feel him… to be free and passionate, the freshness of the first time, it was a brilliant and spontaneous afternoon where I felt everything is possible. I have his number now, he comes to London for business, regularly.
I can’t wait to listen to your sexy accent again Filip. |
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| Monday, October 3rd 2022 |
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| Indonesia 13th - 27th of September |
I left Singapore on the 11th to catch three more flights, my final destination being Maumere - a remote Indonesian island off which I had planned to join a Liveabord.
A Liveabord is where you literally live on board, you have your own cabin and you dive all day. Sailing from island to island, three or four dives every day. Basically the life here is diving, eating and hanging out with all the other fellow divers. We are 16 in total on this boat. Four ladies and twelve men.
The dives are consistently incredible. To be surrounded by this infinite, majestic and beautiful sea all the time is the experience of a lifetime…
We all met on board on the 13th of September and one of the first things I did is scan the other guests. How does each feel and would I like to pick one of them to be my lover for the journey. To be in a predominantly male setting, to usually be the only girl in a group of men is something I enjoy very much...
I noticed him at the very first dinner we had all together. He and his fellow traveler were late because of flight cancellations and I didn’t get the chance to meet him yet. Oddly enough he is the only guy here who is English and lives in London. His name is Mark.
From that very first evening we started checking each other out. He stealing looks at me whenever possible and I doing the same. In the next few days as we sailed and between the dives I made sure to get to know him. Gradually I joined his group of friends until on the third evening after everyone had gone to sleep and it was just me and him I decided to ask him more direct questions.
Earlier on I had caught them having a laugh about some supposed difference between a holiday and a trip. I asked him what were they laughing about it. His answer was that a holiday is when you have sex, but if you don’t score, then it’s just a trip. Like a business trip.
I asked him whether he would be open to this diving trip becoming a holiday.
I have to tell you that by this point I really needed to kiss a man’s lips. Not just any man’s lips of course… but over the couple of days that I’ve been hanging out with him somehow my instinct and body chose him.
To my questions he replied that he has an open relationship with his partner back in London but that he needs to be very discrete because of the friend he is traveling with.
I said: “So it is possible to turn this trip into a holiday…”, he smiled and said: “Yes it is”.
I kissed him. Oh my, I was dying for that. I needed it, it felt right and it felt beautiful.
We decided to go to my cabin where I stay by myself. I have lots of space and a very big bed…
I could not wait to have him, kiss him, feel him. I love male energy, I just can’t be without it. But what I didn’t expect is that we would click so much. Yes, my body and instinct chose him, but beyond that I had no expectations and I’d never imagined that being with him would actually enter the list under the heading “best sex of my life”.
It’s incredible to walk back to my room in between the dives, with him. To dive, experience the deep blue, the life in the sea, shower, go out to find him and take him back to my bed. This has been an exquisite experience, it never happened to me before and it blew my mind.
I mean, this trip is already paradise. I am already blessed a thousand times to be out here. But to be with Mark on top and between all this is just the biggest cherry on a cake I have ever eaten.
The way he fucks me, the passion, the kissing, the touching and loving, the long relentless thumping, here, in one of the most beautiful and remotest places on earth, goes beyond anything I have fantasized about until now.
Eating each other at the end of what had already been an incredibly magical day was delicious in the extreme. It’s like a dream come true under water and above it. I’m full of wonder anywhere I look.
I am free and single by choice because there is nothing I enjoy more than to be open to these out of the blue, head spinning adventures and encounters... to be completely free to get lost in the natural world, be taken up and off with it. I love this… I think the die is cast and I’ll be the temptress in every situation for as long as I live!
There is another young man in our group whom I find really interesting and attractive. He is German and his name is Lukas. I now have to behave, though I would really like to try him too… I think he is also wild in bed… I can feel it when I look at him. I hope to meet him again somewhere, to have him in every way like I am having Mark right now.
One particular moment was when we stepped off the boat to visit a remote island and I found myself walking between Mark and Lukas. This was so yummy for me… delicious to be sandwiched between their two male energies, shame the remote island was so small…
Mark… it was spectacular sharing this Liveabord with you, I hope to see you in London. The way we kissed with our eyes open, the wildest passion and all the memories are flashbacks that make my blood boil right now sitting on my own at this beach front bar in Bali.
It’s the 26th of September today.
I had planned to spend three nights on this magical island. I’m flying back to Singapore tomorrow and the following day, on the 28th, back to London.
Thank you everyone for reading my blog and following my updates...
To all of you, I cannot wait to enjoy your wonderful company again. Do please keep in touch and once again, I am really sorry if I wasn’t able to reply to you in a more timely manner during my trip. WiFi has been sketchy out here, to say the least.
My message in the bottle is now over…
Lots of love and see you soon!
Emma. |
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| Saturday, August 27th 2022 |
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| Will you think about me next time a girl sucks… |
….your cock?
For those who have read my previous blog this is the update I’ve been waiting for for the last four months. I have devoured the Croatian professional footballer last night.
Oh my boys and girls, this time it wasn’t a fantasy but it was all real…. I wished I could talk all day about my night with N. (for discretion purposes I will call him N.) but there is something else equally beneficial I can do and that’s sit here, re-live it all on page and write about it.
I arrived in Italy two days ago, it was 8pm by the time I reached my hometown. I was at the shopping center buying groceries when I received a text from N. It was a little clip of him naked watching TV.
I felt a huge “at last” all over my body. I replied with a naughty catch-up greeting and attached two photos from the Sunday photoshoot with my duo bi-partner Naomi (more on this later).
He loved the photos and I asked him whether he can meet the next day. Our first hot date was fixed.
We have never even kissed before.
I get lost sometimes while sitting here, my mind won’t stop
creating fantasies about him; with effort I snap out of it and get my attention back on the keyboard.
Last night we sat for two hours watching movies and catching up. I was very nervous when I arrived at his flat (I told him so) but this put me at ease, I loved getting to know him more despite it being so damn frustrating at the same time. It was almost midnight by the time I said “do you want to have sex with me?”
Gosh I can’t even remember everything…. he said that he had an instant erection when I pressed the buzzer. And that during our catching up he would often have to control himself as his cock throbbed and stiffened again and again.
Music….. music to my ears….
He took me to his bedroom, I sat down and he leaned to kiss me. Those full sexy lips of his, are perfect. Until this first kiss I have imagined a hundred times how it would be to kiss him, how do his lips feel like. Are they full, are they hard or soft. They were perfect, full, and hard just the right way.
He laid down naked in front of me, I placed myself between his beautiful strong legs and begun to suck him. I really took my time. I wanted to give him something he has never received before.
He is 15 years younger than me. I knew that he has never had his cock sucked the way I like to do it. I licked, kissed, sucked, squeezed, for a very long time. Slowly, with my tongue and hands, this way, that way, below his balls, gently all over his balls, on the sides of his balls, my tongue tracing everything, from the balls upwards and all around the head of his penis, finishing with a few deep sucks full of saliva before repeating the whole thing again by a different sequence. Mixing in more….
I asked him “will you think about me when it’ll be another girl sucking you?” His strong deep voice exhaled immediately with a loud yes. I want to enter into his head and plant a spot for myself there I never want him to lose. Indeed he said he hates me. And I replied: “because I just ruined you?” And the answer was again an immediate yes.
This is the best I could hope for. I wanted to spoil him so rotten that no other girl will ever be able to match me.
I had a fantasy which is that of him coming inside me and I watching him play at the game right afterwards with his sperm wetting my panties throughout the whole event. Last night it was sadly not a safe day for me though we were both dying for it. We had to control ourselves, leave my fantasy for next week, and when he asked me where I’d like him to come (he was by then penetrating me and on top of me) it took me a fraction of a second to say: “I want to swallow you.”
He loved my answer so much that he gasped and kissed my forehead. Earlier he also told me that he’s been saving himself for three days just for me. For me…. Give me lots of you in my mouth then my baby….. if I can’t have you in my pussy then I want to swallow every drop of you with my mouth.
And so it was….
I left his place around 2:30 in the morning, I wanted to walk the half hour it takes me to get home. I didn’t want to rush, I wanted this spectacular evening to last just a little while longer.
New and more fantasies kept flooding in…..
I have a wonderful client back in London with whom I share quite a lot of role-play. In our last fantasy he is my often absent husband, and I’m a very naughty wife who loves to have sex with all his friends and colleagues while he is away. The last thing he did is buy me lingerie for a hot date with his boss. They both know about it and it all works fabulously for me. I love my new lingerie!
While walking home from N.’s last night my mind’s machinations were going a hundred miles an hour. I want to ask my client if he would pay my girlfriend’s fee because I want to have a threesome with her and N. This will be the hot commentary next time I see him….. I’ll egg him on so much with my stories that in the end he’ll be begging me to pay for it and tell him all about it afterwards.
Fantasies fantasies! What I want to do next week is step between N.’s legs when he is on the couch, lift my skirt, sit down on my knees with his torso and crotch right before me. Take his T-shirt off and start like that….. mmm….. you will know about it too…
How can I wait until next week….. he has a game tomorrow and as usual lots of training every day. I will wait, I want so much his sperm inside me. I want him to never forget me for as long as he lives.
Writing about all this right now has wetted my panties….. I hope that when I stand up soon I won’t have left a mark… I’m at a coffee shop.
Greetings and kisses to all of you my wonderful UK naughty world, I’m so glad I can tell you about every naughty thing I get up to!
Yours,
Emma.
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| Shopping today, do you like this mini skirt? |
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| Naughty sightseeing, do you like it? |
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| This change room is big enough for 2 xxx |
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| Would you like to take these tights off of me? |
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| Never missing a chance for a naughty selfie ;-) |
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| This is how I’d like to start undressing you… |
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| Introducing you to my girlfriend <3 |
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| Sneaky body selfie before I dress for tonight ;-) |
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| Preparing for Pilates ;-) |
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| Hi baby, sexy selfie time xxxx |
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| Making the most of this beautiful bathroom ;))) |
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| See the little teasing clip in my video gallery :* |
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| I love Honey Birdette lingerie! |
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| Trying out my new white set :) |
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| Love big mirrors, especially on ceiling above bed |
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| Hi gents and ladies, come to keep me company ;-) |
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| Do you like my French maid uniform? |
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| Teasing mode, are you fantasizing? |
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| Without underwear it looks better, dont you think? |
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| On my way to hang out with new friends ;-) x |
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| What a beautiful day today :) |
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| Wishing everyone a good morning :P |
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| Trying out my DOM outfit ;-) |
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| That means HOT EROTIC FANTASIZING <3 |
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| I saw this bathtub and all I could think of is... |
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| Hey you, can u see how lonely I am in this big bed |
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| What is your starsign? |
Gemini May 21 - June 21 |
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| What is your Primary Language? |
Italian |
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| What is your Secondary Language? |
English |
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| What is your favourite colour? |
Deep purple! |
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| Who is your favourite celebrity? |
Don't have a fav celebrity... |
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| What is your best feature? |
Eyes |
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| What three words best describe your personality? |
Strong, independent, and very sexual... |
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| What is your favourite food? |
Expensive... lol |
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| What is your favourite drink? |
Coffee!! |
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| What is your favourite film? |
I like international niche movies |
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| What is your favourite TV programme? |
I don't have a TV :) really. |
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| What are your favourite flowers? |
All flowers are beautiful |
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| What is your favourite perfume? |
Aventus For Her Eau de Parfum Spray by Creed |
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| What is your favourite gift? |
Jewellery! |
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| What is your favourite holiday destination? |
Would like to explore French Polinesia... |
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| What is your ethnicity? |
Caucasian (White) |
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| What is the colour of your eyes? |
Hazel |
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| What is the colour of your hair? |
Brown |
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| What length is your hair? |
Long |
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| How would you describe your body type? |
Athletic |
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| How tall are you? |
5'6" |
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| How much do you weigh? |
9st |
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| What is your shoe size? |
5 |
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| What is your dress size? |
10 |
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| What size is your chest? |
36" |
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| What is your waist measurement? |
30" |
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| What is your hips measurement? |
36" |
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| What is your bra cup-size? |
B |
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| How would you describe the size of your breasts? |
Medium |
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| Are your breasts natural or enhanced? |
Natural |
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| How is your pubic hair fashioned? |
Shaved Completely |
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| Do you smoke? |
No |
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| Do you have any tattoos or piercings? |
Neither |
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| What times are you always available? |
Usually between 10AM and Midnight :) |
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| Will you do overnight bookings? |
Yes |
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| List of Towns/Areas you will visit |
Central London |
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| How long are you prepared to travel for? |
1hr |
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| What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you in public? |
I can't write it down on here... :D |
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| What sort of men turn you on? |
Excellent manners, kind nice and decent men, this always wins! |
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| What sort of women turn you on? |
Her attitude... she has to be a bit wild but confident, cool and comfy with herself, SEXY... |
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| What is the most memorable sexual experience you’ve ever had? |
One of them was with 2 men... :) I was at a friends' house and these 2 hotties just turned up, and quite soon we felt connected and found a room for ourselves, it was one of the most amazing spontaneous and free sexual experiences ever |
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| What is the most outrageous thing that you’ve done sexually (be honest!) |
I took advantage of a girl who was high lol (I was sober, I don't party...) she enjoyed it! |
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| Where would you most like to have sex? |
A gorgeous 5 star hotel suite! |
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| What is your favourite sexual position? |
Doggie |
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| What is your second favourite sexual position? |
Both laying on the sides and spooning |
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| What is your biggest turn on? |
Confident men |
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| The most sensitive part of my anatomy is? |
I love all my back and neck kissed |
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| Describe the experience (when and where) |
First it was a woman at her place :) and the next day it was with a guy at his... |
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| What is your favourite sexual fantasy? |
Too many !!! |
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| How often do you masturbate? |
Is it too bad to say I don't need to...? |
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| What sexual activity do you enjoy the most? |
To meet men and getting to know them... |
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| When is your libido at its highest? |
On holiday on the beach and under the sun.. |
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