Inn cumming

~ Eve ~ Leave a comment

Well it’s certainly been a long spell away from this blog… Although there have definitely been some intriguing encounters in that time!! 😉 It’s also interesting for me to notice how my inner confidence has grown since I wrote this post – which has been hiding in my drafts for several years. The encounter itself was back in 2014, but it was such a wonderful and memorable one for me that I thought I really should  finally give it some light! It’s a bit long, but your choice if you want to read it.

So… my first encounter with Aff5…

What a friend and lover to have in Leo. He was looking out for potential other lovers for me and had spied a potential guy for me on a swinging site. He told me “Single male, great body… and fairly local to you Eve and sounds good”. A couple of weeks later out of the blue the same guy contacted Leo about teaming up with him and his wife. Leo asked me my thoughts on him, then seized the opportunity and phoned him back. So instead of discussing the potential for him and his wife to team up with this guy, Leo gave Aff5-to-be a synopsis of me and also quizzed him a bit on my behalf.

Leo then emailed me back …

“From his profile he says he’s 46… so you sound pretty compatible… I get the impression he’s confident and quite assured – so my instinct is that you’re in safe hands… or at least will be!.. Look he sounds really nice Eve and is up for meeting with you too, so over to you and here’s his email address… Oh and I said you might email him tonight xx”

Omg… me make a move I thought?? That was quick. For me it’s pretty much always been a male making a move on me, so it was something I was unaccustomed to. “Come on Eve” I told myself… be bold… So I bit the bullet and did. My email to Aff5-to-be started… “Hello… It’s a bit bizarre but where do I start? I’ve got a blank email canvas… to compose… Hmm what with, what threads?” I described that I normally found lovers a bit by chance. I then described that I referred to my lovers as “Affs”. I tell him I adore sex “The touches, the sparks igniting within, and both getting lost in touch, sounds and just wonderful natural fulfilling carnal connected pleasure… Mmmmm “ and I ask him what he’s looking for… I then pressed send. It was a Thursday, and I tell Leo that evening that I’d emailed Aff5-to-be back.

On Friday morning Leo then sent me some snapshots of some of 5-to-be’s validations on the swinging site. OMG… it was too late, I’d emailed this guy…

Me to Leo:

O M G …. I’m not sure I would’ve sent him an email if I’d read these earlier. They’re lovely all the comments don’t get me wrong… and I sense he’s safe to be with… But … Holy crap… I can’t express… I don’t fit in, I’m out of my league feeling. Oh well pull yourself together woman… You’ve done it, you’ve sent him an email. He may naturally decide we don’t match or want to meet up. Thanks for sending through, I guess seriously though, knowing more is a good thing. Strange reaction? It’s one thing to observe from a distance, quite another to meddle/play in this stuff…

Leo to me:

Well… it’s all part of the therapeutic nature of this… that you come to acknowledge that you are a very sexy woman.. so, it’s good that you had already sent the email and good that you get to explore what you’re telling yourself about others finding you attractive… The people on this site love sex and appear to appreciate 5-to-be’s ability to give them a pleasurable time… you’re next 😉

Certainly reading his validations made me feel safe to be with him… but still out of “his league”. Also popping into my inbox on Friday morning was a reply from Aff5-to-be. I loved his responses to my email, he obviously had a good sense of humour as well as being thoughtful and descriptive, and yes he thought it was a bit bizarre scenario too with Leo putting us in touch since Leo hadn’t met him in person… (Whereas Leo had known Aff4 in person for several years)

A few snippets from Aff5-to-be reponses:-

Out of interest what are “affs”?  affectionates? armed forces financial services? Academy of future sciences?  Amiga fast file system?  google not helping me here.

I like exploration, boundaries and edges. I am very kinesthetic, I communicate well with touch, I am not so good at knowing what someone looks like, I am very good at knowing what they feel like, how they smell and taste.

One of my favorites is to be with a woman who enjoys many men at once, and yet chooses me to be with and share with, that is so sexy.

Plus he described far out boundaries that I didn’t even know about… The “would I like to swing or go to parties with him?” Oh my… I’d only just reached low double figures in sexual partners that I’d had in my whole life. That email from him was Friday, and after a couple more exchanges we agree to meet up on the Monday. I was working away from home and we decided to meet part way for a drink at an inn…

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It’s our pleasure! – by Alan

~ nurturingdesires ~ Leave a comment

I am Alan, happily married to Sam for 20 years – and known each other for about three years before that. We have always both been very sensual and well into physical sex for the fun.  I fondly remember our very first night together when ‘everything’ happened.  It always causes ‘stirrings’ but that’s for another time!

 About four or five years into our marriage we were always talking about physical feelings, what turned us on, what we’d like to do.  One night we happened to be watching TV late at night, what was on but Hedonism II about the famous (infamous?) swingers resort in Jamaica.  It fascinated both of us and the following week we were there for a second viewing.

 Bits of it – and some of the people  – were not our ‘scene’ at all but as we discussed it, we opened up more about how we each felt on many sexual matters.  Sam wasn’t quite sure how she’d feel about sharing me with someone else though she herself loved the thought of being fucked by a couple of guys – or more!

 A swinging world

 From then on, I was on the internet investigating, and among other things came, across Swingers Europe, a couples dating site (the site was great then, but has since it merged and became SDC has lost its dynamism).  I also discovered the newly-emerging world of swinging resorts including a rather exclusive one in Coast Rica which we later visited – it is now sadly defunct.

 This all totally opened the whole idea of the swinging scene to us, and led us together and individually to appraise and develop our desires, wants and lusts – an old fashioned concept, but none the less useful for that.

 One thing we discovered is that we were both very liberal in our attitude to sex – yes, as I’ve already indicated she wasn’t at first sure of her attitude to me and another woman together and to some extent still isn’t, but overall she is as adventurous as I am.

 

Heteroflexibility

 One thing we did discover is that we both have a liberal attitude to same sex fun.  It came about when we were trading thoughts on types of sex – even kinks perhaps – when she suggested that like all men, I no doubt would love to see her with another woman!

 I admitted I would, whereupon she told me she’d love to play with a woman’s breasts – and then added that she would love to watch me playing with another man!  What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, she observed!

 We discussed that one much further over subsequent months (and years in fact) and realised we were both open on the issue – it wasn’t long before we came up with the term ‘heteroflexible’.

 Essentially we have established that we are both primarily attracted to the opposite sex, but that physical (certainly not emotional) activity with the same sex didn’t put us off and was actually something we’d both want to try.

 She had not had any physical sexual activity with a woman up to that point, though she had been approached – sadly, as she now admits, she declined!  As for me, I had had some mid-teenage wanking experience with boys and the thought still excited me.  I’d almost had an experience with some gay guys at college but that never came off.  I often wondered where things might have gone if it had….

 First steps 

So we began to look around at possibilities.  It took us a lot of time but eventually we plucked up the courage to put fantasy into practice.  We had made approaches – and been approached – by couples but nothing came off until 2002.

 It was then I came across Martijn, a Dutch guy living in London.  He was about 30, described himself as bi and after some internet chats with me, we decided fro all three of us to meet him for a drink to see how we got on.  When we met, he seemed pleasant enough, so we decided to meet for fun that weekend. 

It’s worth a story on its own so you’ll have to wait for the gory details!  Suffice it to say, we were all VERY nervous when it came to it, but got through that and had a great time.  Sam got to see me playing with a guy and loved it.  (She saw me on later occasions but eventually reached the point ‘been there, seen that’, often taking a break while he and I have our ‘fun’.  It somewhat rules out meets with guys who will ‘do’ bi if there is a woman present.  Probably just as well because they are not committed, I reckon.)

 Coupling 

Anyway, after that eventually we began to meet others including two meets with another couple, which went well: and she experienced her first woman-on-woman activity.

 Then we came across Steve, and within a few weeks we were in bed with him – and since then have met him many times.  With him it is not just about sex though that of course predominates.  As he says, often it is just fun eating, talking and socialising together, and if sex didn’t come into it one time, so what?  (Not that we have ever failed to have plenty of physical fun as well!) 

We also had a foursome with him and a friend of his, Cassie.  (We intended to meet her again as a foursome but it never happened, sadly).  And then Sam had a 1-2-1 with Steve.  Not sure who’s idea it was… probably I suggested it in chat with Steve and he was up for it, if we both were.  So it was that she and he met a few times in London for illicit nights.  Well, not exactly illicit as I knew all about them.  I gather – I was told – they had a lot of fun. 

Then she suggested he and I should meet alone – ‘you’ll be less inhibited’ – we both laughed at that.  She also suggested that it would suit my bdsm tendencies which it is true I have, but so does she also, perhaps to a lesser degree. 

One to one 

So it went on from there.  One day she suggested she’d like to sleep with an old lover from before my time – they met every few months for dinner anyway – and after she suggested it, he was champing at the bit.  She says he’s a pretty useless lover but she ‘managed’ to sleep with him a few times a year over the next six or seven years! 

I also fixed her up with a couple of guys for overnights, and later on, she began travelling.  This led to a couple of affairs with Canadian guys, one of which ended up being purely platonic – sex of the mind perhaps, though originally she had intended to consummate it.  The other was less satisfactory.   It started well enough but it eventually petered away, as he got less and less interested in the sex – and it appears, he turned into a bit of a grouch.

 Paying for the privilege 

My ‘heteroflexible’ activities developed and I have had a number of meetings with guys, mostly one-off.  Interestingly this activity led on to another surprising diversion.

 Sam and I had discussed sex for money – I had never done it and unlikely I ever will (never say never, of course).  She said she would take money in the right circumstances, why not?

 Then I chatted to Mitch, who was bi, and who I met 1-2-1.  One day he told me that he had paid a couple for sex and had a great time.  How much?  £300 he told me.  Sam would do it for £250 and a bottle of champagne, I said.

 He became very keen, and when I put it to her, she said why not?  Two weeks later it happened.   You can read the story here when I post it… 

 I told another guy – Seb – about it and he was also enthusiastic!  We had plans anyway to meet as a threesome, with him booking a hotel, his usual modus operandi for his fun.  But he suggested staying with us and paying his hotel costs to her instead.   So she came to have her second session for money.  Again, the full story for another time.  She was quite interested in taking paid-for sex even further but it never quite developed.

 Moving on

 The last few years have seen a definite slowing down of our extra-curricular  fun.  She changed jobs and her travel to London and abroad stopped.  We still have the occasional meet with Steve – once a year now instead of five to six times overall.

 Our own sex drives have changed a bit – not downwards, just different.   We both have massive climaxes – mostly generated by manual pleasuring of each other, or the judicious use of vibrators (she gets huge enjoyment from a mains version: if you sneer at such things think again, or come and watch her exploding – it’s a real wonder of the world!)

 And our personal family lives changed for a variety of good reasons. 

 I think it is likely we will resume some activity.  Only recently, Sam got quite excited about a fantasy idea I relayed to her, and is one I will be pursuing…

 I realise I haven’t given you much detail about our desires, fetishes and kinks – this has been rather about how we got into open sex. Those other things will have to wait for another occasion – if anyone is interested, that is!

 Suffice it to say, I have developed to a position where I have no jealousy – I enjoy her having sex with others.  More than that – it is a big turn-on for me, and have encouraged it as much as I can.

 Over the years, she has been slightly ‘bothered’ that things are slightly uneven, in that she might feel jealous of me with another woman (on my own that is; in a group, it wouldn’t bother her).  More recently, she has said it wouldn’t bother her so much and it would ‘only be fair’. 

 But to reassure her, I have indicated that I wouldn’t go 121 with a woman, in case it gave her grief, and anyway, her tolerance of my ‘bi’ inclinations and activities provide a balance.  And she does still urge me to find male physical partners (mind you, she doesn’t want to know what we get up to but is happy for me to get pleasure that way!)

 Shortly I aim to post the details of some of the meetings that I have referred to above… watch this space.

Clubbing and Quantum Physics

~ claudia ~ Leave a comment

Back in my home-town on the Continent, and on the evening of the first full day I find myself without any plans. Meetings with family and friends are scheduled for later during my one week’s visit, so I better take the opportunity for a naughty night out. Actually, I am quite tired, had a busy and exhausting few days before my departure, and I am not sure whether I should go. Also, there was a slight chance to meet up with one of my school-friends (his plans for the evening didn’t quite work out in the end, but he doesn’t let me know until fairly late in the afternoon.) Now I need to come up with a fib for my mum, where and with whom I’ll be spending the evening. (the school-friend gives me a good excuse to go out, though).

So, as early evening approaches, I take a shower, get myself ready. Hair done up, make-up carefully applied (without any expectation for it to last throughout the night – well, there’s a hope), perfume of course, putting on a black and nude lacy slip, a black thong (perhaps not appropriate for a cold winter evening), opaque patterned tights (at least for the duration of my journey to the club), a tight-fitting black and brown knitted dress, black heels. My mum approves of my outfit (at least of what she can see). I add on a bit of sparkly jewellery – and stealthily hide a pair of seamed fishnet hold-ups in my handbag which I intend to wear at the club. After all, I need to look elegant and respectable when I leave the house, don’t want to raise my mum’s suspicions (although – well, I don’t need to point out a mother’s sixth sense when children are up to no good! At least I can keep her in the dark about my true motives for the evening out – nevertheless, I can see she is puzzled that I am going out “to meet my friend” rather late; by now it is almost 8:30 p.m.) and contrary to my usual habit, I am rather vague about where we will meet. A quick kiss and a “don’t worry mum, I will come home very late” (meaning early morning – but that is not something unheard of when meeting with my old friends from school).

Going to the club by public transport I always find quite amusing (although walking about in high heels is less funny if one isn’t used to it). I sit on the bus, watching people around me – if only you knew! Or perhaps better not ….

Fortunately I don’t have to change often, but walking the last bit in the dark, almost empty streets in an area of town where a number of seedy clubs and red-light bars are located (and not to forget my heels!) is not entirely comfortable. It is a safe city, it is my home, and I look respectable – nothing at all gives away my final destination, but still I walk along on high alert about my surroundings. Finally, the entrance of the club, an energetic tap on the door-bell, and off into the foyer – out of sight from the street. It takes a couple of minutes before the door is opened for me. A faint smile of recognition from the manager, who enters my name into his book and assigns me a locker in the changing room.

Since it is a Friday I expect to see at least a few familiar faces of the usual Friday regulars, and straight away I bump into a couple dancing close to the entrance. Hugs and kisses – “Lovely to see you! It’s been a while” (which is true; I haven’t been in the club on a Friday for about a year, I think). A quick glance into the bar-area – hmmmmm, for a Friday it seems rather quiet although a few people sit and stand around the bar, and by club standards it is still early, about 9:30 pm.

In the changing room I quickly slip out of my coat and more importantly, out of my dress. Tights are exchanged for fishnets. Another couple arrived just after me, I ask the girl whether the seams of my stockings were sitting straight. After a brief inspection of my legs and with a short tug she corrects a minor misalignment, followed by her approving comment “What a sweet kitten you are!” and a wink. “Is she one of the bi or bi-curios women?” I wonder. Closing my locker, I take a deep breath, clasp my cigarettes and lighter (all I will need for the evening), and sashay out to the bar.

The manager/bar-keeper takes my key (to be placed on a board, which serves as a means to make sure that everyone has left at the end of the night, but also very convenient because one doesn’t need to look after it), takes my order for a drink. Across the bar a woman waves at me – my namesake is here too! She was the first person to welcome and introduce me to some other regulars at my first ever visit on my own. I have had lovely chats with her since and she can be good fun (if she doesn’t get too drunk). On the one hand it is nice to see familiar faces, on the other, it is so easy to get engaged in conversations, and if so, especially in chatting with the ladies, it can be quite tricky to make contact with the guys, who can be reluctant (or too shy) to approach, not least because they can get the wrong ideas about one’s interest (my namesake is known to swing to both sides; my interests are known to those who have met me before – but not that many are present, at least not yet).

I walk over to her; again hugs and kisses, “Good to see you” again, followed by an exchange about the more important news in our lives. She introduces me to another, male, regular. I don’t catch his name, it is quite noisy– never mind, the three of us chatter away happily. The DJ decided to go for the 70s, songs we all know and we sing along and reminisce about the days of our youth. “He whose name I didn’t catch” looks okay, a bit taller than me, about my own age, bald, faint traces of acne-scars which add interest to his face, lovely eyes, very pleasant in conversation. The walking boots and thick socks he wears, though, are a bit at odds with his t-shirt and shorts, and a rather unusual type of foot-wear at the club.

At some point the woman behind whom I was standing, swivels around on her bar stool. “Hey, cool to see you again! It’s been ages!” Indeed, it had been – about a year. I hadn’t recognised her because she has put on at least 20 kg, which especially for her small frame, is enormous. Another set of hugs and kisses and I try to hide my shock. Later I learn from my namesake about an illness which had caused that weight gain.

In between bits of conversation I let my eyes wander. Is it my imagination or have the ladies’ outfits become more daring and skimpy? Has the fashion changed? Lots of fishnet and lace, more provocative than before, some baring virtually all, very little of leather or latex, etc. Some outfits look cheap – in every sense – rather than erotic. In my lacy slip I look rather demure in comparison (well, after all I could not have any daring outfits of that kind lying around at my mum’s or at home).

Also, there are hardly any men around who catch my eyes. There’s one a short distance further along the bar, but he is quite attached to a woman whom he strokes rather stealthily – no point to flirt, which can be a bit tricky if they are a couple (as a single woman one has to be a bit careful with attached men, jealousies are not unknown, even at the club). Time passes, midnight approaches. I start thinking that Fridays really are not the best days, with such a fairly close-knit community of regulars. Never mind, at least it’s a fun, even if not naughty, night out.

At some point the “girl who gained weight” offers me her seat – she is off to play. Further chatting with “he whose name I didn’t catch”, and suddenly some eye-contact with “the one further down the bar”. He approaches my namesake playfully, (she knows virtually everyone around), tickling her back – which she says she doesn’t enjoy because right at that moment she suffers from a hot-flush and feels sticky. He comes over to me, runs his hands down my back – I, in contrast, like that a lot, make it known to him. Some more playful tickling (his approach to my namesake was just an excuse to get closer to me, I am sure!). Some more playful tickling – then he sits next to his partner again, stroking and caressing her ever so slightly, but she seems more interested in chatting and dancing. Yep, perhaps I do have a chance after all! Some more exchange of glances …

Then, suddenly, “he whose name I didn’t catch” bends towards me and plants a firm kiss on my lips. Nice! I lean back against him, his hands wandering over my shoulders, gripping the nape of my neck, grasping a handful of my hair. Oh, I like that a lot! Shivers of pleasure are now running down my spine. I open my mouth, our tongues entwine in a kiss lasting for what seems ages (talk about clichés!) His other hand finds its way to my breasts, sliding under my slip, tweaking my nipples. I gasp with pleasure against his mouth, my head tilted back, eyes closed. Now I feel his hand wandering up my legs, pushing my slip up a bit, teasing my through my thong. I tense up – we are at the bar, in public view! He pushes my thong aside, rubs my clit, inserts a finger – finally I give in to waves of pleasure, relax and I climax within minutes, very much to the approval of the people in our immediate surroundings (nobody else notices – they are too busy themselves). When I open my eyes again, another one of my acquaintances had arrived. Frank, an older man around 70, who regularly spends his Fridays at the club, cheekily telling his wife that he is out playing cards with his mates. He comes out with the naughtiest verses one can imagine, makes people laugh, likes to watch people play and plays if the situation arises. On a previous occasion he has taken good care of me in a group situation, making sure that everybody behaved properly (i.e. used condoms). Anyway, another round of hugs and kisses and “I haven’t seen you in ages”.

“He whose name I didn’t catch” and I decide to find some more private space in the play area. All the lockable rooms are occupied except for the one with the gynaecological chair (the club caters for all kinds of tastes). He isn’t keen on public play (not to speak of further participants) so – well, the gyn. chair it is. He locks the door, we stand faced to face, more kisses. He is keen to take his shorts off and releases a nicely sized hard cock for me to play with. I wrap my hand around it, my other hand on his balls, rubbing and teasing him. He nudges me to position myself on the chair, legs firmly planted on the restraints. Ah, my thong needs to come off too! I lift my buttocks, he pulls it down my legs, throws into the corner where I left my shoes. His commands come in English rather than our native language. “I want to fuck you, baby!” My legs up and spread widely, I move my buttocks further down the chair, ready for him to enter (not before he has put on a condom, of course!) First he teases my clit with his hard cock – delicious waves of pleasure make me want more and more … and more until I orgasm. My loud moans must be audible outside and someone rattles the door-handle, clearly in the hope to participate in the fun. Not this time, whoever you are!

I am very wet now and “he whose name I didn’t catch” enters me with a rock-hard cock. A few slow and hard thrusts until I take him in entirely and deeply. I slide down the chair even further, almost (but not quite) worried that I might tumble off. I firmly grasp the foothold, which gives me leverage to meet his thrusts. Hard and fast now. “Turn around, baby! I want to fuck you from behind!” Slightly out of breath I climb down, plant my feet on the ground, bend forward, bunching the paper covers of the seat in my hands. A few more thrusts and I come again – or am I still on the same wave as before? By now I am on a high of pleasure, no longer able to distinguish between high waves and climax. (In the meantime more rattling on the door. Poor sods – but this time I am having plenty of fun with one partner). Slowly I get exhausted, and so is “he whose name I didn’t catch”, but he just can’t climax. He is confused now. “Is it me? Anything I should do differently?” “Just wank me”. I do my best, hard grip, gentle grip, fast, slow. Finally I get down on my knees, sucking his hard cock, licking his balls, teasing his anus with a finger. All to no avail. After a while I suggest to take a break – perhaps he is over-stimulated, just in need of a rest. He admits that he had had a very long day and felt somewhat tired, but was a bit confused, too. So, shower-time it is, and time for another drink.

We decide to sit in a quiet corner, away from the crowd, and able to have a private conversation. I learn a bit about his background, his job, his private life with his Far Eastern wife, his frustration with his job (from which his club-visits are an escape), and his keen interest in mathematics and physics, two subjects he had studied at university but dropped out before finishing, and his regrets about this. Now, while these latter subjects aren’t exactly my field of expertise, I can hold this conversation once we arrive at the philosophy of mathematics and quantum physics, the universe, matter and energy and how such thoughts make my head spin (and his, too). Another hour passes quickly with chatter until we look at each other, giggling “How crazy is that? Sitting in a swingers’ club at 3 am, discussing quantum physics! Surely we could do better things with the remaining hour before the club closes. We definitely need to remedy this situation.” Ready for round two!

Although by now quite a few people have left, all the lockable rooms are occupied (still or again?) I suggest one reasonably private area, high up under the ceiling, called the “bird’s nest” (of which I have fond memories of my first ever “group-worship” – not to use the cruder term gang-bang). Before climbing up I carefully stretch the rope a across the entrance – a clear signal for the wish for privacy.

This time, lots of kisses and manual stimulation quickly bring us to full arousal. In our naughty talk we stick to our native language, and in contrast to round one, this one is of less urgency, far gentler (despite a few slaps on my backside) and more intimate. At some point, someone quite naughtily approaches upstairs, ignoring the closing rope, but “he whose name I didn’t catch” waves him away. However, now the rope isn’t in its place any longer, and my loud moans and gasps and our dirty talk attract attention. Fortunately, however, the next visitor is Frank, who although watching us at the same time blocks access for everyone else. He clearly understands the rules and being watched doesn’t bother us. And anyway, we are lost in our senses. Kneeling between my widely spread legs, my partner takes a little while to put on a condom. I am on edge, don’t want to interrupt, so I take initiative and start to rub my clit. “Show me, baby. Show me how you do it yourself.” I come noisily, ready for his hard cock to drive me to even greater pleasure. After some gentle missionary, we try from behind (I am careful not to put too much strain on my elbows to avoid carpet-burns), and sideways. Tiredness gets hold of my partner again at some point, but in the end I succeed in bringing him release with hands and mouth – all the while being silently watched by Frank. We collapse breathlessly, recovering with gentle strokes and cuddles.

It would be nice to rest for a little longer, but by now only 20 minutes are left to closing time at 4 a.m., so another quick shower, afterwards I don’t bother to put on my fishnets again. I really am in need of a glass of water at the bar. A few last stragglers are still left, quite drunk, including the manager who clearly has no intention of closing – something I have never observed before and quite in contrast to his usual correct manner. I have a last cigarette for the evening, coming down from the high of a little while earlier. When “he whose name I didn’t catch” finally sees me fully dressed in the changing room, his reaction is “Wow! Understated elegance! That’s what I like a lady to be like”. With a wink I reply “nothing giving away the slut I can be.” A final tight hug, a good bye kiss and off I walk to my taxi (and glad to take off my heels soon).

24 hours later:
Note to self: think twice about using the gyn. chair! While I escaped carpet burns on my elbows, a couple of bruises on each of my buttocks from the metal bits on the chair are a slightly painful, even if not entirely unpleasant, reminder of some rather vigorous exercise.

Aff4 and releasing the genie

~ Eve ~ Leave a comment

Although Aff4’s living abroad, I was lucky enough to have a wonderful steamy sexy catch up with him when he was over here in December, complete with stockings (chosen by him earlier in a shop when we met) & a no knickers dinner (they were tucked in his pocket by then!) and some very fulfilling horny romps when we got back to the hotel. Before we caught up though he sent me this excerpt, which although long, I enjoyed reading and thought I’d share. It was something I noticed with Aff4 on our first encounter and through many email exchanges with him, his adeptness of sensing women, connecting with them and seizing opportunities and moments…!

From Aff4:-

I have just had a very hectic time, first off I had to go down to the other property (very rural) as some work needed doing to keep it reasonably viewable for prospective purchasers. This meant I had to stay for a few days, 2 nights in fact. My best contact and friends down there had friends staying so couldn’t put me up, but put me in touch with another good friend of theirs who does B&B.

My trip to the other house, went well and the weather was good with blue skies and warm sunshine. Made for good long working days. The first evening I was invited to my good friends who had guests staying, had a lovely evening with a wonderful supper followed by a late night drive to the B&B. I had only briefly met my host, Jennie, earlier, a lady in her late 50s. Divorced with 4 grown up children. Jennie has been living around here for about 20 years so fairly native. She is fun and introduced herself as very busy, has to work as needs the money! Jennie has a catering business which she does with the help of my other friend Ruth. Dear Jennie obviously likes her food as she is a little on the plump side which is more than compensated by her bubbly personality. So first night back late I crept in as all the lights were off save one to show me the way. Mine was a big room on the ground floor on the far side of the house. Breakfast was the first opportunity to chat, though I didn’t hang about as I had to get on with work on my property.

The second evening I had to fend for myself, I worked late into the evening so by the time I got back it was getting on a bit, a quick shower and change and I was on my way into town to find supper. Jennie meanwhile had told me she was out to supper at the local bistro with a friend. So as not to cramp style or make her feel as though she needed to involve me I chose not to go to this place but went further into town but by the time I got there everywhere was closed. Huh! Anyway, I found food elsewhere.

I got back to the B&B before Jennie, too early for bed so I sat in the sitting area with feet up and opened a bottle of wine I had with me. It wasn’t long after I had settled that Jennie got back. Whoever she had been out with had brought her back but didn’t stay as the car turned and I heard it crunching its way off down the driveway as Jennie closed the front door. After a quick visit into her part of the house she came through to see how I was. Full of chat we talked for quite a while when I offered her a glass of wine. She accepted and sat down on a chair opposite me. As ever I do, I looked her up and down and decided from the dress code she hadn’t been out with male company that was of a romantic nature, shall we say it was a rather relaxed look being jeans and sweat shirt. Our conversation covered all manner of topics from her past, her children, what she did and what she had to do when her husband left, with me picking up pointers and subjects to revisit in our conversation.

With the bottle almost empty I asked her who the gentleman was that took her out.

‘How did you know it was a man’?

‘Intuition’ I said.

‘Ah well, yes it was, just a friend that’s all’

‘You sound as though you wished there was more’ I teased

‘Chance round here would be a fine thing’

That was the intro to a whole new conversation with me asking some rather close to the mark questions though there wasn’t any hesitation in answering. We talked on for about 20 minutes with me enquiring about her romantic life which was sparse to me asking of her love life to me asking her when was the last time she had sex, to which she giggled and said is that with someone else or solo?

Turned out she hadn’t had sex for 8 years.

‘Wow Jennie, that’s a long time’

‘Tell me’!

‘I’ll bet if you had an orgasm now brought about by someone else you would make a lot of noise’

‘Probably’ she said

‘Well I would love to hear you making a lot of noise’ I said with a huge smile.

Jennie had a big grin on her face and announced that it was probably time to retire now, thanked me for the wine and stood up. As she stood I did too, so was pretty close to her, which seemed to un-nerve her though she still smiled. The conversation had been quite stimulating and had caused a bit of an erection. She leant forward to give me the perfunctory peck on each cheek but on going from one cheek to the other I caught her mid way and our lips touched.

‘Nice moist lips’ I whispered ‘Now let’s see if there’s more’

With that I took her hand and placed it on my trousers where my erection was, she gave a gasp and a sharp intake of breath.

‘Oh wow’ was all she said

My mouth was now only about an inch away from her ear so I whispered

‘I am going to let my tongue flick through your pussy and when I find the best arousal spot I am going to stay there and lick and suck you till you scream with your orgasm’

To which I felt her shudder and tremble which was very erotic to think that she was actually so turned on. This is going well I thought. About a minute later we were standing next to my bed with me telling her not to say a word and just let me guide her. Without hesitation I found the button and zip of her jeans and in a few moments had them undone and my hand slid down inside her panties, making room and freeing up the material I soon slipped through her very generous mound of hair to find that she was indeed very very turned on. In fact so much so she had gushed as I pushed my hand further into her panties. Embarrassed and apologizing because it had been years, I told her not to worry as I expected her to do it a few times more before we were done.

As I had predicted the moans started almost immediately, which was very very horny. Soon I had my fingers playing with her clit which was swimming she was so wet. Her panties soaked and her jeans wet too, it wasn’t long before we had them off, I pushed her back onto the bed and had her legs spread wide.

Lights on and curtains open she was past caring if anyone should chance pass by. She squeaked as my tongue started on her pussy, both my hands down there assisting too, it wasn’t long before I could feel her cumming as the intensity grew I slowed and she moaned more, that happened 2 or 3 times then on about the forth time she spoke.

‘Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop’

But I did and she squirmed and moaned. I came up and started to take my shirt off talking to her as I did. Then I undid my trousers and peeled them down, it was very flattering to hear her groaning as she looked at my cock as it was revealed. Jennie leant forward to hold it, stroked it a little as I started to play with her pussy again. By now she was as horny and as hot as hell.

‘ I hope your going to fuck me with that thing’ she said

‘Hmmm mmmmmm maybe’ I said as I went down on her again. Very quickly she was moaning again and very ready to cum so I eased off again to build her up once more. I was loving the feeling and the hearing her moan and groan with anticipated pleasure. Her pussy was once more swimming in her juices making the bed quite wet too. Bringing her closer to orgasm again with all these juices flooding around was intoxicatingly horny but I backed off a little thinking she was now very close to being in full flight

‘Fuck me fuck me fuck me’ she screamed

‘Quick quick, please fuck me PLEASE fuck me’ she cried.

I had my cock teasingly just touching her now swollen clit and bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her next utterance was quite desperate but very horny. For a very well spoken lady brought up and educated at public school, it was a hell of a turn on to hear her,

‘Get that cock hard up my cunt now’

To which I slammed into her followed by a few hard pumps as she exploded with the orgasm and a hand full of moans, a lot of groaning and a considerable number of ‘fuck me fuck me’ As she came I got soaked by her next full on gush. After a short while panting and catching her breath, I whispered in her ear

‘Right, my turn! Now you ARE going to be fucked, so spread your legs wide as I am coming in’

I got onto her, guided my stiff and very hard cock back into her cunt, telling her so as I did. I had quickly established that she loved the dirty talk. I started at her quite slowly and rhythmically but it didn’t take long before she was back in her wanton stride and aroused again bucking and writhing as she wanted more cock which in doing so knocked me off my rhythm. No matter it was good and I enjoyed her wantonness all the more. It wasn’t at all long before she was back on track ready to cum again, 8 years worth was all stored up and eager to pour out. Feeling her rising again I told her

‘You’re a really dirty slut aren’t you’

To which she came instantly to my surprise, saying that to her, at that moment sent her over the top into another heap of groans. Wonderful, though I was now ready to cum too.

Now on the other side of the room was a huge mirror set on the floor, I hadn’t really thought about it but it made a great view. There was still a light on in the room so plenty to see by, I got Jennie onto all fours facing the mirror so that she could see herself and me behind her as I pushed myself back into her soaking pussy. If she looked right down between her legs she could see me shafting into her. On the other hand, Jennie has shortish hair but just enough to get hold of, so I held her by it pulling her head back slightly to make sure she watched in the mirror. Judging by the smile on her face she was loving it especially bits like calling her a dirty slut, nice fucker and anything else I could think of. It made a great sight as I pumped into her while pulling on her hair.

As I did so

‘Liking this are we? What’s your favorite fuck?’

Groans was the answer. So being a bit plump as she is and being on all fours facing herself in the mirror I took a little chance to try a smack on her bum, to see what reaction that had.

Oh boy!

Did she like that? Oh YES

Getting spanked with her cunt full of cock sent her off again. (I found out later that she had only heard innuendo about that sort of thing, didn’t really know what it was about or would be like but had had fantasies years ago about being spanked). This was indeed a great find. I was now happily riding her and spanking her as I did so, putting thoughts of cumming myself on the back burner. Her bum was soon getting red and I kept asking her what she wanted

‘More, please more’ she squealed several times

It wasn’t long before I was getting soaked again as she came for a third or forth time as I had by now lost count. She collapsed face down on the bed panting as if she had run a marathon.

‘Now here’s something you haven’t done yet’ I said, having got off the bed and moved around I front of her. I had my cock right in front of her face though she hadn’t realized as she had her eyes shut. When she opened them I told her to open and she took me in her mouth. Clearly very inexperienced at this (which I later found out was because it was the first time she had ever had a cock in her mouth!)

We talked for a little while, which is when I found out about the little fantasy and the oral sex or lack of. She was clearly enjoying some sort of release feeling, sexual liberation as she called it. She described the stinging sensation of spanking whilst fucking as an amazing turn on.

To which I started to lightly spank her again getting her to describe it to me as I did, a mix of sexual arousal and stimulation combined with the feelings of sexual submissiveness which soon led to me riding her again. This time it was for me I told her.

I had established that she was happy in the submissive role enjoying the verbal tirade, the more I called her a slut she seemed to like it and the more she seemed to like it the more I made her tell me to fuck her.  During this session I remember having a brilliant thought which was along the theme I had discovered. 8 years of pent up sexual frustration was literally pouring out of her that night.

I told her I had spanked her enough. Her bum was bright red and tingled when she turned back over onto her back. I told her it would be sore for a couple of days which would serve as a reminder of what she had been up to. Then I told her that I would leave some euros beside the bed as payment.

‘that way you can think about what a whore you were’

That was taking a big chance but I was confident on where her head was

‘then you better fuck me like a bitch then, fuck me like the fat whoring slut I am’

Bloody hell I thought, is there no end to this woman’s filth?

So I did fuck her and tell her how filthy she was (though I never called her fat, couldn’t do that but she mentioned it a few times).

My finale came telling her to spread her legs wide open and watch me cumming. She did just that telling that she wanted more.

Then I was fucked! Knackered! The bed was soaked, so she offered me space in hers back down the other end of the house. We both crashed out.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of a door opening, I thought it was Jennie walking out, no it was her coming in with a cup of tea. At first she was a bit sheepish.

‘Morning, how’s your bum’?

A big grin came on her face… ‘tingly’

Tea was sat on the bedside table and as she put it down I peeled back the duvet and asked if she wanted to have another try sucking on my cock. I didn’t need to ask twice. She was onto it in seconds. As she sucked I gave her instructions and guidance and reminisced about the night before, purposely getting her aroused. What fun that was, it wasn’t long before her pussy was wet again. While sucking I was telling her that she could only stop if it was to start telling me what she wanted.

That didn’t take long either.

‘Fuck me again, hard again PLEASE’

What fun that was, what a way to start a day, I had obviously let the genie out of the bottle. She wanted to be spanked again too, she knew it would be sore but didn’t care. She even said she would let me do it as hard as I liked!! I began to think she could easily turn into a pain loving slut, such as I have seen a couple of times before. In this case it could be a sub conscious compensation for her thinking that because she was fat it made her desirable, who knows?

Anyway she enjoyed her early morning spanking and fuck, yes her bum did get sore and I stopped spanking before she stopped asking to be spanked more. She came a couple of times more and while riding her I discovered she had a little box of toys!! Her favorite was a rabbit of course.

It didn’t take me long to have those brought out and we had a few minutes playing with those when she had another fantasy realized. Getting her up on all fours again didn’t take any coaxing and soon had me fucking her lovely wet pussy and her favorite rabbit got lubed and was very soon slipping in and out of her arse. I think she had had some play at doing that before though she didn’t admit it. Nice watching and listening to her cum during that, boy she was noisy and full of dirty talk as ever.

I had breakfast, paid for my two nights B&B and left €40 by my bed with a little note, thanks for services rendered.

I was about to go on my merry way when I was asked if I wanted any more!!! Clearly Jennie hadn’t had enough. Though by this time I was out of the door and standing on the terrace at the back of her house. Overlooked by vineyards, on the terrace was a table. Jennie was still in her dressing gown.

‘Lean back against the table and show me your hairy cunt again’

Being the good slut she had soon become she did just that. I went up to her and felt between her legs. I thought that she must be feeling a bit sore by now, if she was she wasn’t letting on. I was still feeling horny too and listening to her groaning once more and this time in the cold light of day out in the open did have an arousing effect. This was about as risqué as it gets, anyone passing by could see, anyone in the fields could see and her neighbour should they be in part of their garden would easily see but Jennie didn’t seem to care?

It didn’t take long to have my cock banging into her cunt again talking filthy talk into her ear and her telling me filthy thoughts of her own. I did hear a tractor slow down and wondered if they had seen but it made no difference, Jennie wanted more cock and I was happily shagging her. I mustered one more cum which I made her take in her mouth, something else she had never experienced but seemed to relish it. Then I had to get going. About half an hour later I got a text ‘ thanks for the euros. Whore xxx’

Sex, Spa, Baby Oil, Danish Pastries, NHS and the Leo 5* – by Rebecca

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Catholic girls
With a tiny little mustache
Catholic girls
Do you know how they go?

 Frank Zappa – Catholic Girls 

The continuing demise of a lapsed Catholic Girl!

In this artificial world of fast friendships and lovers where you bare your soul swiftly and open your legs even quicker the fact that some of my Ashley Madison men have been on holiday is a strange feeling. You establish your relationships with a flurry of contact via email/text/Whatsapp (trying to entice each other without the normal boundaries of meets etc.) and suddenly the level of contact due to being in different time zones stops! I have jokingly named a few of my AM men as priorities and Leo is one of these.

Leo is back from holiday. I have already met Earnest this week and also had the usual one hour get to see if I fancy/like/want to shag meeting with a new Ashley Madison male who I have nicknamed the Spivvy. Leo has touched base and suggested we visit a Spa club in London. This is more spontaneous than a hotel and cheaper to boot! I find a confidence with Leo, so readily agree. I google the Spa and giggle, it is the antipathy of me and my upbringing, this could be fun if I can find my confidence. The website is cheesy and appears to be built on the cheap with basic use of colour and language, and somebody with a NQV in computing.

I arrange to meet Leo in yet another part of London I have never ventured too. Once I finished meeting men from AM I will have a black cab knowledge of Costa Coffees and All Bar One around London. I could become a tour guide, meeting points for shagging around London, a guided tour with numerous Coffee/Drink stops. Leo is waiting for me in Costa Coffee. I am in work clothes, a smart dress jacket and heels. I totter towards Costa reflecting the discussion I had with Leo re clothing. I have bought a bikini with me! I am not body confident and have indeed cried over my stomach area regularly, the result of numerous pregnancies and weight loss/gain, part of this experience is try and get over the hatred of the wobbly bits! I see Leos cheerful face and am immediately lifted. Because this is not love you never get the thrill of the electric shot coursing through your body as in a traditional courtship when you meet your lover, but it is always a delight to see my dopplefucker.

We made our way to the Naturist Spa. I find myself laughing at the fact that there is a NHS Stand directly outside the Spa being manned by two staff members who are holding leaflets and remind me of Jehovah Witnesses knocking at my door, who are always bemused when I announce that I am a Buddhist who loves Christmas and send them on their way. This stand is huge with prominent signage reminding me of the dangers of STI’s. There is me a middle aged woman entering a Spa for perhaps group sex.

The payment booth is tatty and manned by a cheerful woman who is both polite and pleasant and we pay our money and obtain our towels. The nerves are kicking in big time and I try and follow Leo into the men’s changing room (what a euphemism, surely it should be a stripping room), he gently points out the woman’s opposite. I enter this room to find a youngish beautiful female in there. She smiles and says hello. I then absurdly find myself trying to slip off my knickers under my dress desperately not revealing anything before putting bikini bottoms on. I do the one foot shuffle and quickly stuff my knickers into my handbag. I then have to negotiate taking the dress off but fortunately she leaves the room. I quickly take off my dress and wrap the towel supplied around me. I was worried the towel would not cover the bits and pieces but it does. Whilst the towel is around me I remove my bra ensuring that I am fully covered. Whilst I am placing my belongings in the locker two other woman enter the room. One is a big tall blonde with a broad smile. She has a flower in her hair and is naked apart from a very very colourful sarong which is tied under the female equivalent of a beer belly. She is friendly and lovely and when I am talking to her I try and avoid looking at her melonic breasts drooping happily. I do what every woman does the body comparison!

I venture out to meet Leo who with his typical confidence is standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. My immediate thought is where are the condoms? Leo is filled with vigour and is confident and that provide confidence. Nerves means the bane of everyone, the urge to pee. I find myself in a non gender specific loo talking to myself and bursting into uncontrollable laughter, Leo follows after me leaving me with a very bemused man who has obviously heard me rambling/hysterically laughing whilst peeing. I try to act calm and make out that this what I do every Friday. The towel is firmly clasped around me, not a hint of bosom will be shown.

We wander through the Spa to check it out. There is a bar area (soft drinks are supplied) and I am bemused to find Danish Pastries cut into strips placed on paper plates, I did not expect this and it is bizarre that these are snacks provided. Several plates are placed strategically around the counter. There is a large female who appears to be emptying a thousand packet of crisps into paper bowls, she snaps when we enquire whether they are for all and then speculate whether she will be eating them all. She has carrier bags full of crisps. Maybe she is waiting for Gary Lineker to appear and she can entice him with the whole range of Walkers flavours.

We carry on walking, and pass some Jacuzzi type pools (are they Jacuzzi if they don’t bubble?), there are other smaller pools out of action. I am thinking germs, strangers sharing water, hope nobody has piddled in them. I don’t like the idea of sharing water and am quite pleased that Leo does not seem fussed about entering the water. I have visions of sperm swimming in this water, yuk (it is however a fantasy to have sex in water, Leo is working on that one). We carry on our exploration. I am curious as there are a so many men walking around of all shapes and sizes and ages (not many females) with bottles of baby oil tucked into the top of their towels. My imagination runs wild, why baby oil? Lube, a sign to each other or what? My imagination is further fuelled by a couple in one of the pool with a large tub of Vick sitting on the side. I did google subsequently and there is a school of thought of using it as a lubricant or hot and cold sensation and for anal sex.

There is a garden/smoking area at the rear which has building rubble waiting to be cleared at the end. There is a supply of cheap plastic chairs. I am struck by a woman in the smoking area who has visible straps of a costume underneath her towel, sitting on a chair chain smoking and reading a book. Her chair is positioned in a “don’t disturb me” way and I wonder if this is her form of relaxation.

We pass the saunas and enter another area of private rooms. To my naivety I see that there are men sitting on benches outside these empty rooms (there is a disproportionate number of men to women, at least 1 woman to every 8 men). I have a lightbulb moment when I realise they are hoping for action.

By now I am beginning to think I am not getting sex with Leo! and am quite pleased when Leo suggests that we use one of these rooms. We enter and Leo locks the door. They are dimly lit with a thin coated mattress (in retrospect I wonder if they wipe these mattresses) with a red light dimly illuminating the interior. I take off my bikini bottoms and discard the towel and we begin to have sex. Leo immediately opens me up with oral sex. Leo has a knack for this area of expertise. I am lying on my back legs open and Leo is down there. He immediately finds my clit and I can feel it swell under his tongue. He licks and sucks and applies pressure to the area and I find it not long before an orgasm is coursing through, I buckle as to indicate that I am now sensitive and get your tongue of my clit. I then find out that Leo has kept the condoms tucked in the back of his towel. Very cleverly since they have not fallen out. I still do not have enough experience of what men like and I tentatively touch Leo. He is hard and he applies the condom to his thick penis. He then enters me his cock filling my pussy which is both satisfying and needed. I become very very wet when aroused and I can hear this wetness as Leo starts to fuck me. Leo works his way in several positions including the Leo 1, which is twisting me around so he penetrates extremely deeply. I am conscious that the door is rattled on occasion and I am glad that Leo has locked it as I am enjoying myself and want to let go. Leo comes and I replace my bikini bottoms and wrap the towel around me and we leave the room. The men are still sitting there with a hangdog expression and a look of disappointment that they were not invited in to play.

We enter the Sauna and a man follows us in and sits opposite us. He is smiling at me, I try not to make eye contact but occasionally do, he continues to smile. He is not bad looking, younger and foreign. I am sitting with Leo and find myself wanted to morph into Leo, I am not used to this nor the rules of engagement!

We leave the Sauna and just sit on a bench, the same man comes and joins us and starts conversing. He asks if I want a massage indicating to the bottle of baby oil tucked in his towel (mystery solved). I cannot speak to him directly and there is this absurd situation of this man talking to me, I then look at Leo speechless and Leo answering on my behalf. The man implores me to feel his hands stating that he was very very good at massages. Being brought up politely I touch his hand and agree that they are smooth. He continues to ask if I want a massage and eventually Leo with a sign tells him that I don’t like massages. Crestfallen the man walks away, obviously he realised he is hitting his head against Rebecca’s brick wall.

I tell Leo that I want sex with him again and once again we move back to the private rooms area, past the line of men hoping for a piece of action and enter another different room. Once again I strip off the bikini bottoms and towel. Leo once again stimulates me. The dimness of the room makes me more comfortable about enjoying this sexual experience. No worries about lumps and bumps, no worries of the body being seen naked in daylight, this is good. Leo has my bucket list of sexual experiences I wish to have fulfilled and we are working towards this. We are having sex, my labia have been parted, Leo has caressed the cherry, he has played with the spot, he has thrust his lovely thick penis in, we are having normal sex. Leo then suggests that this is the time for him to place a finger in my anus whilst we are having sex. I bite the bullet and agree and he slides his finger in. I momentarily think “oh shit” literally!!! and have an incredible urge to want to go to the loo. His finger is in and I get used to it, it is a strange sensation not unpleasant in fact pleasant indeed. Being Leo this is just another part of sex to him and because he does not make a fuss I find myself relaxing and enjoying it. He is pumping away, cock in my pussy, finger in my arse. I find myself beginning to climb the mountain to orgasm, (I often feel the pleasant feeling during sex but do not reach climax through penetrative sex). However as Leo continues to pump me and use his finger in my anus I find that I am continuing to climb the mountain, I am reaching nearer and nearer to the peak and a warm all encasing feeling has started in my pussy and started working it’s way through. I climax, the feeling is incredible I picture a pebble being thrown into a still lake and the ripples moving outwards and outwards. I have actually climaxed through sex, I have mentally named this the LEO 5*. I tell him quietly that I have actually orgasmed through sex, I don’t want to swell his ego, god forbid!

I also find myself stating that I was almost hoping that the door opened and we were being watched whilst having good sex. Leo suggests that perhaps next time I choose some men enter the room myself and he would bring them to me. I find that quite trilling, what a difference 4 months makes. I have gone to counting the men I have had sex with in my life on one hand, to an enjoyment of sex which has included more than one hand’s worth of men.

Leo and I walk back through the Spa, we need to shower as it was very hot in the room. I enter the shower area with Leo and beyond belief I remove my towel displaying by breasts to the world. Fortunately there is no one else around, Leo does not say a word just raises an eye!

We return to our respective changing rooms, passing the bar area, the Danish Pastries are still in strips on their paper plates. In my changing room, there is a young black girl sitting on the floor dying her hair extensions! She informs me that she is dying them in her summer colours. I wonder why she is doing it in a Spa not at home, passing the time until the evening she explains when it hots up with loads more people. She will be here until the early hours so she is multi tasking. I am contemplating multi tasking next time!

As we leave the Spa I note the NHS stand has gone…

Betraying the betrayer who has betrayed – by Rebecca

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Peter and I have decided to “branch out”, we enjoy each other’s bodies and have gelled really well which led to discussing other fantasies. I know Peter is the stereotypical man’s dream of two women, although I have no tendencies towards woman I am happy for him to have this fantasy. I am not too sure when Peter tells me he will teach me to “go down” on a woman. Down where, a little trip down the coast? Play with her feet? I sigh and give him a wry smile

Peter has contacted a previous woman who he had sex with who remains in text contact and he knows “swings”. Is that the right term? Normally you swing with your partner but I am swinging with a man I meet for sex. This woman called “Leah” is swinging with a man she met on Illicit Encounters called “Tom. They meet once a week to go to a spa and also intermittently for normal couple things! So we have this absurd situation of two couples neither of them in a conventional relationship considering another form of relationship as couples swinging. (Hope you follow).

Peter provides me with Leah email and we start communicating. I have lots of questions! I deal with facts and in my brain I need the facts clarified. Leah requests photographs and I oblige. I notice that each time I email she cc’d Tom into the emails. I receive a couple of photographs back of Tom. He is gorgeous with a fabulous smile and dark looks, I feel quite happy!! (he is very similar in a strange way to Peter)
Leah explains the art of “swinging” via email and we arrange to chat on the phone. I receive news back via email (cc’d into Tom) that Tom likes me and makes some comment about removing my dress. I arrange to speak to Leah on the phone.

Leah and I have a conversation as I am walking from the station. She can talk this girl but comes over as pleasant. One thing is immediately clear, she is in love with Tom. Although she does not say it it is clear. I am told he is a wonderful masseur, he is the best lover ever, he knows how to treat a lady etc etc. She has introduced him to her friend who provides cover who says “you are so right together!” She then describes the first time they swing with another couple, an American couple over her on a break. The woman has had all plastic surgery known to man including the fanny tightening. Leah was not happy as Tom enjoyed sex with her too much and she describes taking one for the team! (she tells Tom afterwards she is not happy about his enjoyment). We arrange a rough time to meet for a drink (everyone is on holiday so it will be delayed several weeks. Tom is at his place abroad for a considerable time). She enquires if I am “bi curious”. I suppress a giggle.

All the time Peter and I are discussing the contact I have had with Leah and how we are going to play it. They want to immediately meet at the Spa we want a drink in town!

Life goes on, me meeting several men from AM. I tell Leo about this contact with Steph and Tom. He feels it is too soon in my adventure. (Leo and Peter know all about the others, the others do not know about each other).

I am checking my emails and in pops a graphic email from Tom. I read it and am immediately turned on. This man writes well and is sexually atuned and asks prying questions. It is graphically written but not coarse in anyway shape or form. I immediately note that Leah is not copied into the email. I reply in full details explaining my misgivings, my fears, my hatred of initial meets, not wanting to go to the Spa etc. I do not cc Leah in. He further emails he expresses surprise that he has noticed Leah is not cc’d in (UMMMMM)

Emails fly back and forth, graphic accounts of what we desire our experiences etc. We talk about body issues and he states that he feels “fat” at the moment. To date I have never had a man come in my mouth and I am always upfront about this (I do not want a nasty shock one day, this is going to be addressed) We discuss spunk and I get a detailed description well written and amusing.

“The taste of s**** (I’ll use your phrase for fun!) is a bit boring. I had a vasectomy a while ago and the taste changed a lot. However, buy an unripe Brie cheese and you’ll get a good idea. The texture also changed, mine was quite gloopy before, whereas it’s quite runny now. And less of it. It’s no big deal, and you’ll realise that soon.” followed by

I’ve rethought the Brie! Crack an egg, throw the yolk, and drink the white. That’s the closest. Make sure it’s warm tho! I suspect it’s around where it’s come from, rather than the taste. I can’t help that one

I am not convinced that his detailed descriptions have made me wish to try it!

Eventually it is established that Tom is returning to England for a few days due to work commitments and would I like to meet for a drink/coffee/sex? This would be prior to our meeting with Leah and Peter. I have disclosed to Peter that Tom has been emailing and Peter has urged me not too meet him as it would spoil the equilibrium. However this is me a lapsed Catholic Girl being very very bad.

I have a meeting at a conference centre, it happens to be in the same area as Tom owns a house. We arrange to meet. I have not told Leo I am going to meet him as his sighing disapproval emanates down the phone on occasions, and I know he thinks I am in dangerous territory. I am deceiving everyone. I had tripled booked with two other Ashley Madison men and find myself making feeble excuses not to meet the other two, fortunately a tube strike works in my favour so my excuses are more plausible. (Leo always suggests I use girl excuses but I can’t talk about that)

The morning of the meet I speak to Tom. His voice is far more effeminate than I imagined from his photograph. We chat freely.

I am sitting in the wine bar at the Conference centre awaiting Toms arrival. I have not had food and ordered a glass of Red Wine. Red Wine and me do not mix at all. I am flushed and the wine is going to my head. I am once again contemplating what Rebecca has got herself involved with. I am trying to look cool calm and collected and a confident worldly woman. I am really a bumbling mess of a woman trying to be cool calm and collected! I go to the loo and my heels echo loudly on the wooden floor I am trying not too trip, a female lying on the boards is not a sensual look.

There is one other person in the wine bar. Suddenly a whirling dervish enters, he is a man dressed in trainers, jeans and polo top. He has unkempt hair and a large large beer belly. He looks at me briefly and plonks a paper and bag down in the next set of chairs. He then goes up to the bar and orders waters. I recognise the voice, this is Tom. I immediately think when was your photograph taken? He walks back and is on his phone, my phone rings and I answer and he looks and smiles at me……………………………….

He joins me at my table and we start talking. Close up I can see the wonderful piercing eyes are the same. He is right about himself feeling fat!. We converse and he is easy to talk too. We discuss Leah and the fact she loves him. He recognises that he has to deal with that. I find myself agreeing to go back to his place. We take a cab there. His housemates have locked him out and we have this strange situation of him legging over the fence to gain entry and then coming to let me in. One of his housemates is in the kitchen. I saunter past trying not to look like a woman who is going to be fucked. We go upstairs to the lounge and he produces a scarf and ties it around my face. He says it is because I am nervous and it will help me relax. He leads me to the bedroom whereby he slowly slowly reveals my body. He makes me orgasm by using his mouth, a slick proficient I know exactly what I am doing affair. He makes me uncover myself slowly. He then has sex with me. A slow gentle process with numerous positions being utilised including one which requires acrobatics of movement as he pulls me up from a lying position onto his cock. His eyes are incredible. I can see flashes of his photographs.

Have he comes he is sweating and states he is taking a shower. He really is sweating, sweat is running down his front and his back and over his tummy. Clarity hits me and I think what the heck am I doing here, I am lying to everybody! I seize the moment to dress and when he returns for seconds I am dressed and ready to go. I mumble some excuse about needing to get home and ask him to walk me to the station. I realise I have done nothing to pleasure him, he has provided all the pleasure. This is commented on in later emails, I am chided but not in a horrid way.

We discuss Leah and Peter. We agree not to tell either of them and to go ahead with our drink in September. We wish each other well and he leaves me at the station. Enroute we also discuss the Leah loving Tom situation and the previous couple when Leah got jealous. I am told “don’t have an orgasm and then Leah won’t mind” I laugh……………….

I have a spreadsheet (!!!!) I update with the men I have met and the sex I have had along with comments it amuses me and Leo. I update that I have both met Keith and had sex with him. Later I receive a communication from Leo (who is away) with a naughty naughty comment.

The following day I am meeting Peter. We are in the pub and he asks me about Tom, I fudge the issue, a few minutes later he asks again. I tell him I have met and slept with Keith. I discuss the difference between the photograph and reality. Peter calls him Lipo, and I state that if I am having sex with Tom, Peter must hold my hand ready to pull me out if I need recuscuiating He says he does not mind…………. We decided that I will not tell Tom and neither of us will tell Leah.

We now have this strange situation of meeting for a drink. Peter knows about Tom but has to pretend not too. I know that Peter knows and have to not let on. Tom will pretend that he has never met me and Leah will be non the wiser………………………………………..

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when at first we practice to deceive!

Aff4 arrives… (Part 2 of 2)

~ Eve ~ 1 Comment

Link to Part 1 – Aff4 enters my underground circle (Part 1 of 2)

I got to the inn early afternoon and surveyed the landscape. The hotel bar nextdoor was a non-starter so we exchanged texts and agreed I would sit on a station platform bench and he join me on the other end of the bench and we’d take it from there.

I checked into the inn, went upstairs and into the room and gasped in horror … This had to be the smallest double bed I’d ever seen… OMG.

I had a shower, dried my hair and got dressed. I pulled on the navy hold-ups I’d bought and straight away managed to ladder them. Well done Eve…! They really were alien to me!! I have to say I find being totally naked very much easier than wearing stockings or dresses. Ok they weren’t stockings, there’s a difference they’re hold-ups with the funny rubbery feel around the leg. Also how hard is it to find navy ones? (very hard!) So I took them off and resorted to some navy tights. Pulled on my jumper dress, boots and then turned around, looked at the room for a last time and shut the door behind me. I walked over to the station and parked myself on the bench. There was a slight cooling breeze, enough to occasionally catch my hair. I opened my phone and had this exchange with Leo, who was also on a trip so on his own and was now in girlfriend chaperone mode for me. He knew who I was meeting, when and where. (Easy for him as he knew him anyway!) Aff4-to-be was aware of this too. Leo and I had the following chat, which I managed to keep as I sent to Aff4 afterwards, with Leo’s knowledge, to which Aff4 simply replied “Beautifully crazy girl!”. So, in the order they came on my phone. :-

(L)Well – it sounds like you’re as ready as you’ll ever be !

(Me) 7 mins… Sat on a bench at the station… Wtf am I doing??

(Me) I’ve got 3 mins to run… (away!)

(L) How are you going to manage not to speak?!

(Me) Easy… Nothing’s going to come out.., I am absolutely lakkingysf now

(Me) Shit … There’s the train pulling up… I’m not looking… Ummm

(Me) Bugger

(Me) Errr help??!??

(Me) He must have got off…

(L) Choo Choo xx

(Me) Omg crap crap

(Me) I’ve no idea which one he is or…

(Me) He’s not bald now is he??

(Me) Fuck…, nightmare Big huge nightmare… Perhaps he’s not on the train?!

(L) Deep breath – enjoy x

(Me) Well there’s no one else … Wrong train??!!

(Me) What the hell was I thinking??!!

(L) Mm – salt and pepper hair.. ? With an erection?

(Me) Gosh you make me laugh!!! Thank you!!!

(Me) Ahh another train arrived behind the one infront of me…

(Me) This one??

(Me) This is petrifying… I’m not looking….

(Me) Maybe??

(Me) Are you enjoying your evening?!

(L) A case of Premature anticipation…

(L) Why don’t you text him and ask what he’s wearing..

(L) Guide him to the room by text ..

(Me) I have but I wanted to see him first before he touched me…

(Me) This might be him?? What if I pick up the wrong guy??

(Me) Errrrrr

(Me) Sat on a bench with him frozen

(L) Have you set eyes on your new lover yet?

(a while later…)

(L) I’m guessing you’ve found your man… and you’re now a little distracted … Enjoy each other ….

Meanwhile…. My exchange with my new Aff4-to-be lover:-…

16:51: (Me) Hi, & hopefully welcome back to the UK J I’ve got the room… <explicit directions to room> I have to say I’m so sorry about the size of the bed… Not intentional and I even went downstairs to check I had the right room. It’s err on the small/cosy side… Ah well it is what it is! Omg xxxx

(Him) How marvellous, such wonderful clear info. Bed! I am sure we’ll cope. With such wonderful info I think room xx should be 1st call. How are you? Tingling? Butterflies? Xxxxx soon

(Me) Me?! … Cool as a cucumber… That’s just found the food processor?!!??! I’m not sure of the hotel next door… I think the station might be easier… I want to see you… Also I’d like about 2 mins warning before the room… So let me know when you’re on the train! J

(Him) I’m at Bishops Stortford, train due in 2 mins 18:14, then it’s the 2nd stop. Xxxx

(Me) Oh um err oh ummm hmmmm

(Me) Ok How about this… I’m sat on a bench at the station… Please come and sit at the other end… I’ll then go back to the room…. And you can follow shortly after?

(Me) My cheeks are keeping me warm..!!

(Him) Excellent plan. It’s the next stop now so not long!…

I had been texting Leo and panicking… so didn’t see him come up to the bench… but I did sense him sitting down at the other end to my right. So we’re now on the bench, in silence, with big pauses between the following texts:-

(Me) Hi

(Him) Hi

(Me) Do you like my bottle of water?

(Me) Classic rubbish to say!!

(Me) Anyway, did you have a good trip over?

(Me) I was texting Leo, he’s out this evening…

(Him) Prefer looking @ yr legs J yes good easy trip xxxxx

(Me) Oh… Ummm

(Me) You’ve a good vibrate on your phone…

(Him) Indeed

(Him) You noticed

(Me) Right… Um ok,,, Tell you what.. I’ll go in and … Text you again?

(Me) I’ll try and take a sneak look at you first though

I glanced up to see him all relaxed, his right leg openly crossed over his left and him looking directly at me and smiling

(Him) So…. How r u feeling? + ok, I’ll wait for yr text

(Me) VERY VERY NERVOUS

(Me) Right ummm…

(Him) Thought so, I’ll be ever so gentle xxxxx

(Me) Aww thanks… You look so calm too…

(Him) Mmmmmm, go on, rm xx

(Me) Right….

I got up and left him sitting on the bench. Got back to the room and replaced the tights with the hold-ups (complete with a ladder!) … but anyway thought I’d go with it and see what it was like…. I then texted him

(Me) Ok… room xx

I stood there with my gaze on the window… my hands were freezing but my cheeks very hot. I heard the door creak open, him putting a bag of some sort down on the floor and then softly closing the door. I could hear him remove his jacket, and then footsteps slowly came towards me as I’m stood there rooted to the spot. Clasping my hands so tightly together. The time-stopped-still pause before I felt his first touch. His right hand on mine, followed by his left hand on my hip… He was slow, it was sensuous. He was quite a bit taller than me so I sensed him leaning down towards my left shoulder and his face drawing in close to my neck. He stopped just before touching and softly said “Hello Eve”… then continued to advance his lips and started kissing my neck, so softly, so tenderly. My head was racing… My body and mind so vividly noticing and aware of the touches… His touch started to consume me… The trails were like threads of electricity over my body. I could feel and sense his body behind mine. A short while after, I turned round and he held me and caressed me, and likewise my hands started to explore him. I could feel his erection as we stood so close together. The lustful urges started to consume me… I got so turned on my legs started trembling, and soon after I started murmuring and moaning… My speech faltering I was trying to express “I’m sorry” which is what I had in my head. As this guy was now being subjected to this woman that was on route to succumbing to her sexuality with what seemed no warning. I was so turned on. However, I was stood there now with my back to the wall and he then became increasingly uncomfortable and drew away. He stopped touching me. My mind and head were trying to scramble and make sense. I had to bring myself back from falling into my wild sexual abyss. He sat on the bed, with his hands beside him and looked up at me with some concern. He then said, “Would you like to go for a drink in the bar?” … I had to bring myself back fast, I had to be normal. What had happened? I was a bit confused, and also very very turned on. I had to think. Perhaps he was having 2nd thoughts? I did come to and then said “No, I’m fine, I don’t need a drink, do you?”. He shook his head and continued to looked at me with some suspicion and wary concern. I really didn’t know what had triggered the change in him or why it had occurred. So we both sat on the bed in silence looking at each other.

(Transpired later when we chatted and figured it out… that because I can’t always get my words out first time or coherently when I’m very turned on… I was trying to say “I’m sorry” but only the “I’m” part was coming out, but repeatedly. So all he heard was “Mum” ‘Mum” “Mum” repeatedly – which he found rather strange and a little bit disturbing that I was calling out for my Mum!)

Anyway, after sitting there for a while on the bed and me saying I was fine… our hands started exploring one another again… and it wasn’t long before we were both back in aroused mode. Slowly undressing each other, enjoying the thrill of discovering new exposed flesh and the sensations upon it… He did indeed have a large cock! A big grin too! I went on top first, so I could control the penetration and pace… It was so easy to ride him, feel him and let myself orbit inside. The fucking and even more fucking easily flowed. It was just so freeing… I felt full, I was spilling… spilling over and smiling, a gorgeous warmth within my body.

At 9pm we did force ourselves to stop and go downstairs and eat some food in the inn’s restaurant. So we scrambled on some clothes and I couldn’t find my knickers. I was so insistent on finding them as they must be somewhere, I didn’t twig that he’d hidden them. Duh! Interestingly they seated us in a very private spot and we freely chatted.

We returned to the room and were amorous again. I reached over the side of the bed… he was curious. I had some massage oil and so sat on his bottom and found myself mesmerisingly massaging his back. We did get some sleep, and we did touch each other in the night too. I woke up to some delicious light touches on my body. We got amorous once again but also held each other, stroked and chatted. I recall him saying I was very responsive to touch. We then fucked each other on and off for most of the morning and skipped breakfast… Only to get a text from Leo late morning:-

(L) Hope you two are keeping half an eye on checkout time ! :-))))

We laughed and he uttered what I was thinking that Leo will be longing to hear how things had gone! We checked out and both got the train into London. We stayed together for the rest of the afternoon and went and visited the Tate Modern. I was fascinated by what he picked up about people just stood there on the train/tube platforms watching. He stood directly behind me and was whispering what he was noticing. He’s got many tales of picking people up… and I was getting a sense now of how he did it! With the afternoon closing, we then split at the tube. I saw him on the opposing platform, a tube pulled up and then he was gone. My tube pulled in and I sat on the end of the row of seats next to a guy. Although I was in my own sexed up bubble… I picked up a sense this guy was looking at me and a few stops down I took a sneak look down to my right… he had an erection too. I laughed inside at this situation. A funny commentary came over the comms system on the tube, which gave him a reason to talk to me. We got off the tube together and then split at Paddington concourse and I texted Leo. I explained to Leo about this guy on the tube and his leg touching mine etc and that I was standing at Paddington concourse, when the very same guy rushed back over to me and gave me his phone number and said he’d definitely like to meet up with me… That was a new experience in itself on me and I wasn’t expecting that!!

(L) Wow… are you giving off just-been-fucked-and-I-loved-it-vibes?!

(L) Is he fuckable?!

(L) Impressive!! People don’t touch legs accidentlally…! Or run back over…

(L) Anyway, last night…?

(Me) Wow…. He’s a bit big isn’t he?!

(L) Mm – I did try to warn you on the big front… too big?!

(L) Hopefully not too big ;-)… Oh good – that’s great you loved it so much… I can’t quite believe it either.

I flopped onto the train heading home, my body very happy, relaxed and beautifully fucked, my head full of exquisite and exciting recalls. Indeed I had had an experience, a very sensual and sexual experience with a new and very adept lover… It was a changing event for me… Part of my evolving underground journey. Reflecting back now, I still think I was so fortunate in meeting such a wonderful man and sharing this unique and amazing “pushing my boundaries” experience with him.

Emails afterwards between Aff4 and I:

Various email snippets from Me to Aff4>>

I’ve also never had someone fuck me from below me like you did either… You have amazing buttocks!!! That was before one of your wonderful climaxes and I could watch your face and your expression as you came… Gorgeous!!

Still can’t believe our adventure… & we fucked each other & without really talking first!! Some pushed boundaries for me… Along with more recall moments… Like the gorgeous way you held my bottom when you were inside me and watching your face when you came :))) Being able to stroke my hands all over your back… and beyond… Watching your bottom twitching as your cock wanted space and some attention ;)))

The stockings were a bit of a surprise/shock for me too in the end… You ran your finger up the inside of them and onto my bare inner thigh… That sensation was very acute… More so than just tights… A different feel with your fingers on the stocking, then moving slowly onto my bare skin… That was a big blow away for me… Amongst the many!!! I keep on recalling bits…

Do you know what, you made me feel incredibly in touch with being female… Thank you :))

Infact, I think I referred to it being the naughtiest thing I’d done since I got married…!! 😉 Still loved the way you set it up… the opportunity to furtively glance at each other, you coming up behind me stood infront of the window… and all done without a spoken word… A wild and exhilarating thrill to that… Also recall how hot my cheeks were in response to it too…! Thank you 🙂 Thank you for your caring calmness that entwined and seeped through too.

It really is an instinctive primeval urge to fuck a man… Just lovely there’s so much pleasure in it from both sides!!! Mmmm nice thought to go to sleep with…Just had another little giggle… Filling up with a throbbing hard cock, yes even if it’s a little large & rather a tight fit at times ;))

Him to me>>

So were you thinking that I was a little bit large and a tight fit? I thought you were a gorgeous fit and sliding into you was devine. I have had lots of flash backs of you on top of me and me feeling the sensations rising and rising to the near explosion point and me thinking that it was too lovely not to let go and just cum, so I did…….it was fabulous.

Me to him>>

That email before we met… On reflection … Very sexy and alluring… What am I talking about? Your email spattered with gentle sexual dominance … Did you realise it took me a week to respond to that particular email from you??!? (I know I was fairly hectic/busy that week for me too workwise.. but still…)  … I just had no idea how to respond to it or what I thought… It bewildered me in a nice sort of intriguing challenging confusion… The email? … The one that starts with “you make me smile… you’re quite an in control lady aren’t you…” I’ll forward in a mo… I’ve still kept it…!! …. in many ways it was very masculine (in a good way)… Almost like it touched on a base biological imprint… A stallion… Virility… Back to hiding away a hot blooded male… :))

Yes, a lot of faith… But also a carnal urge fuelling inside me hoping, oh so hoping I could let free and not contain anymore… Be free from decorum, be free, be me and be fucked and spill… Oh.. & I did ;)) Thank you!!

 

Aff4 enters my underground circle (Part 1 of 2)

~ Eve ~ 1 Comment

Or indeed “The first time I met a stranger for sex…”

It was a just over a couple of years ago that Leo and I were stood in the kitchen, discussing my sex life. I don’t live very close to Leo, so our meet ups were and still are pretty sporadic. “You need another lover Eve…” he said, … “Yes I know, but how?” … He’d dabbled on Adult Friend Finder himself and said that it’d be so much easier for me as I was female looking for a man or men, the other way round is much harder. I was listening but comprehending with scepticism. So we looked from my machine, basically browsing a few sites. Whatever we were looking at had explicit shots… I thought hmmm I just don’t possess those sort of photos. I couldn’t see how I would be able to sign up to that anyway. (Infact later on my husband saw a cookie on my machine related to one site – so I was glad I didn’t pursue… This was the days before Ashley Madison, which to me had a much less obvious name… well initially!) We returned to the kitchen and out of the blue Leo came out with “Does age matter much to you?”… “No, it’s more about the person” I replied… “So what’s your upper limit?” he asked … “I haven’t really got one… I don’t know” I responded. He paused and looked at me. “I’ve got a friend…” he said as I listened intently. “He’s 13 years older than you, but he could be great for you… He’s pretty naughty… He’d be safe too” That was my fear, of being beaten up by some moron, when all I was looking for was fun, intimacy and sex. Sensing my concern, he looked up and said “No he would be safe Eve… Infact you’d be in safe and good hands, he’s quite experienced too. You’ll have great sex. Oh and his cock is bigger than mine… I’ve played with it!” he smiled. “What?!!… “ We laugh and yes, true. Then I pipe up “Hang on a minute Leo, you can’t say whether he’ll find me attractive and want sex with me as that’s up to him”. He laughed and confidently said “Oh he’ll want sex with you”. Yeah right I thought, that’s Leo being Leo so I didn’t pursue that conversation further. He went on, “He’s married, he and his wife swing, but he doesn’t live in this country.”… “Ah…” I said, “But he does come over every now and then…”

After a few days of deliberation I said “ok, link us up”. Leo knew me and knew that it was probably going to have to be his friend making the moves. Very soon after, an email popped into my Inbox from Aff4-to-be. With a startled expression I just looked at it sat there in my Inbox, with the title “Introducing myself” … Feeling in very new territory, with nervousness and also a tinge of excitement of the unknown I opened it up. It was very genuine, lovely and friendly, “Lovely to have the opportunity to email you…” it started. I responded. We exchanged a few emails and I told him my real christian name (tip – very glad I did for several reasons: you give someone a name and that sticks for that person. I didn’t particularly like the name he was using which he derived from my underground email address. I wanted a bit more authenticity. Found out later if asked for ID at clubs too it’s easier if your name matches your ID!)… Anyway we enjoyed our ensuing exchanges. He described several naughty fun encounters and we found out a bit more about each other. He liked stockings! He really liked stockings!! “What?!” I thought. I tried explaining “I’m really a country bumpkin, I’ve only worn stockings for fancy dress!!” It’s fair to say I’d grown up as a bit of a tomboy, so wearing heels and stockings was fairly alien. Anyway, it’s only when you get challenged that you start thinking about these things, often in a new and different light. Hmmm… you like way-out feminine things don’t you. Like watching your wife put stockings on etc. Women wearing dresses… I’d already discovered lovely underwear a few years before (a girly neighbours get together in a lingerie shop opened my eyes up to that… ) and noticed the surprising effect it had on me. The wearing of nice underwear I did for inner me though. I felt lovely and dare I say it… a bit sexy too?! But with underwear you can hide it, so only you know. Anyway, we exchanged several emails and managed to figure out a date in September 2013 that would probably work for a face to face encounter. He was flying into London and above board I could get away and be in Cambridge for a 2 day client visit. Thus an overnight escapade in a hotel near Cambridge evolved, infact a train stop away in an old inn near a village train station. So more dilemmas… I’m meeting this guy for the first time and he’s travelling to see me. It would be rude not to ask him to stay over. What if we don’t get on? Anyway, after several exchanges and him asking me to “put the idea that he was a mad axeman to bed” we decided that he could stay over with me but it would be on my terms. If I didn’t like him, he could sleep next to me but not touch me. If he didn’t like that… he’d likely get a bit of a fight on his hands.

Feelings, wants and wishes were then explored… I asked him not to pin my arms down against my sides and he said he wasn’t fond of having his head overly touched. I tried to describe my “in control” normal me… and the “in flow” sexual me… How much I adored sex… He soon twigged that I spent a lot of my waking moments “in control” with things planned, this was part down to my job and part juggling family life, so not surprising. He then decided to take over, shape and set the scene for our encounter. He said, ok let’s not speak before our encounter, neither in person or on the phone. He wanted me in stockings and a dress, stood in the room by the window with me looking out of it. We agreed he’d slip into the room and come over to me and put his left hand on my left hip, his right hand on my right hand and slowly trace up my right arm and gently kiss me on the left of my neck. I added one slight addition to the window scene… “Please can you say my name just before you kiss me?” I also said that I’d like to lay eyes on him before he came up behind me. So we agreed we would “meet” (…well see each other in silence) in the bar of an adjacent hotel first.  I recall the weirdness, newness and nervousness of someone else deciding how it’s going to be quite unusual. This particular email below he sent about a month before we met. I didn’t answer it for a week…. I found it quite intriguing in it’s style and fascinating in its use of language. Bearing in mind that I had little experience of chatting up men for sex, I just found this email from him alluring in its assured directness…

Him to me>>

and oh how you make me smile……

You’re quite the organiser and in control lady aren’t you. Hmmmm what fun to have all these plans and ideas swirling around in your meandering underworld only to have them all swept to one side as I take over…….you will enjoy that…

Meeting in the other hotel could be fine…. as for walking across the road with you and into the inn, well that rather defeats the object of the window fantasy so I think you’ll have to let me take over the logistics on the moment on that one and let me guide you though the fantasy fairy land, I think I have enough of what is needed to achieve the plan so don’t worry you’ll go ahead of me and let yourself in, leave the door ajar or unlocked or what ever is needed and I ‘WILL’ walk through that door a little afterwards and it ‘WILL’ be just as we have imagined and you wont loose your nerve because you will actually enjoy the intense sensations of the moment, the electric feeling and the butterflies and the sheer sexual excitement of something new and unknown, the real boundary pusher. Savour the moment….

Looking forward to very much.

xxxxxxxx

My insides and head lurched. In one way I viewed it in a logical and level headed manner “What?! How will he know I’ll enjoy?!” and in the other I found it erotically intriguing … I replied…

That email was definitely exciting on a different level… I was genuinely taken aback by someone thinking about what they’d like to do… and in an erotic vein involving me… a how unusual… Asking myself Omg what do I think about that…? Spattered with several what??…  bewildered amazement?!!! But at the same time… Captivating and also arousing… What if you did come up behind me and I enjoyed the touch… Your male voice and body behind mine… Someone wanting to hold me, touch me AND telling me I’d enjoy it… Trusting someone… and a relative stranger..”

So our plans progressed… We continued with some logistics on timings, of how was he going to get past reception at the inn etc without my full name?!….

Me to him>>

Had another mini Ah-ha… that might help (me). If I’m by the window and you come up behind and touch me… just be slow and perhaps even still for a while, still connected though so I can feel you… relax into and savour… Actually wrote that to enlighten you with more info (about me), but actually from the sense I’m getting of you… you’re quite perceptive anyway…! Perhaps I should keep quiet ;)) Also, can you close the door behind you too?! 😉 I’d rather I know that I’ve got just you in the room rather than anyone that’s passing too. Or is that a logistic?!! 😉 

Him to me>>

‘Partner’ is fine. and you have no need to worry about the ah ha moment I think I am ahead of you there, as for closing the door…….you’re thinking/worrying too much, yes I will and there will only be me.

I have from time to time loved looking at your photos, those beautiful photos of your pussy come up on my screen on a regular basis. I love those blue panties too, such nice smooth silky looking material. I have imagined my fingers gently and slowly drawing through your pubic hair and not long followed by my tongue which slowly circles the perimeter before trailing its way through your gorgeous bushiness. I am ticking the days off heading towards our meet up, wonderfully exciting. I am trying to leave my head as clear as possible but cant help thinking of allsorts of scenarios and ways of meeting you, seeing you, watching you, touching you, talking to you, holding you, kissing you………………………hmmmmmm so many.

Me to him>>

Mmmm kisses… moving down my neck… Ooooo sounds wonderfully sensual… I still get thoughts of you touching my right hand with yours… slowly exploring the outside of it, & going up my right forearm and nestling your head near the left of my neck… close, gently kissing my neck and whispering “Hello Eve” in my left ear… Then no thoughts after that… Open mind…

We then followed with some more sexually stirring, bubbling emails… (see appendices) where we seemed to ramble openly, sensuously and freely…

The day of our meeting dawned, and I was soon on the train heading towards Cambridge… Realising even more acutely that I’d never met anyone just for sex, and on my return home I would have had an experience… A whole new thing for me. I’d always known my other lovers… My mind was absorbed and my tummy tingling….

Link to Part 2 – Aff4 arrives… (Part 2 of 2)

Perhaps a novelty but appendices in a blog post?!

These email streams sent in the couple of days before we met….

Email1 stream

Email1 Me to him>>

amusing reflection.. There’s my brain trying to work out logic… But arousal, lust, sensations, passion… veer towards the chaotic space… and scramble… too many sensory inputs flooding in… Too cerebral?! ;)) Am here gently playing with the tops of my breasts almost absent mindedly as I write this… because I can! 😉 Noticing the sensations… The trails…

Email1 Him to Me>>

just keep those thoughts and sensations flooding in……

Email1 Me to him>>

Am smiling… How wonderfully exciting and liberating to be able to hide a hot-blooded man away and spend an evening and a night with him without too many distractions, an agenda or any real time constraints. Time… 🙂 What fun!! Ooooooooh mmmmmmmm

Email2 stream

Email2 Me to him>>

I love thinking about sex and being so free… It’s like being on a cliff at the tail end of dusk… in a storm, watching the sea swirling and waves dance and crash on the rocks and the rain beating down, the wind on my face… Standing amongst tall damp grasses and bushes just off a cliff path… On my own with the elements… Dry and warm torso inside a coat, but rain soaking my hair, my face… A warm tear escaping and trickling down my chilled cheek… It’s hot trail so clear… It’s all so beautiful… An energy all around, yet the continuum so serene…

Well, not a lot I can put after that tangential mind thread…

Mmmmmmmmm

Email2 Him to me>>

OMG my darling Eve, I was so in the same mind set when I read that………!!! stunning.

Email2 Me to him>

Aww so glad you enjoyed reading that… It was an enveloping of senses, an odyssey… a flow… the feelings, the movement, the focus… Now re-reading & reflecting… an awareness of how close sex & nature can be to me… Strongly sensual… Spellbinding, enthralling… So alive… My oh my what am I like?! – Back on the train… S’ok happy to play tiddlywinks-winks later if that’s what you had in mind instead… 😉 Lots of sumptuous stormy passion and delightfully bewitching moments … soon :))

 

Never judge a book by its cover!

~ claudia ~ Leave a comment

Hmmm, perhaps not the most original title for a story about an illicit affair; it is a bit of a cliché but at the same time nothing is more apt to be applied to Gavin.

He contacted me several weeks ago on one of the sites for marital affairs. We started chatting. Quite openly I mentioned right at the beginning of our conversation that I was not looking for any exclusive affair, and that, in fact, due to my very limited time in the big city, my diary was full for the foreseeable future. Nevertheless, soon we turned to using e-mail, where discussed the benefits of straying from our respective marriages, swinger clubs, and other sensual pleasures. I liked his chatty style and felt entirely comfortable in our conversations. He kept in touch during a business trip abroad, sometimes just sending a brief “Hello” message with a brief update, another fact I liked about him.

After about three or four weeks, I had to cancel a meeting with Leo (although we did meet in the end for a quick drink and actually talked for a change J ), followed by a meeting with one of my other “liaisons” on short notice – an abscess in a rather unfortunate place had crossed my plans. I mentioned to Gavin that I would be spending an evening by myself, and he suggested that he would join me for dinner. I thought: “Well, and why not?” Quite by chance he booked a table in one of my favourite restaurants near my hotel, although we agreed to meet elsewhere.

As usual I was a little early at the meeting place and let my eyes wander. Would I recognise him from the photograph he had e-mailed me? Sometimes on such occasions I would message details of my clothing to my “date” to make it easier for him to pick me out from the crowd, but not this time. He arrived a few minutes later, approached me straight away, apologising for being late because he had intended to buy me a present, but could not find anything in the shops in the area. “What a lovely idea!” I said, “but certainly not necessary.” While we walked to the restaurant, I had a good look at him: a bit taller than me, which I like, but otherwise unassuming, very average, and very slim. Not really the type of man I normally go for.

Over dinner we chatted very openly about our adventures as well as about our professional backgrounds, and I found him good company, and very interesting to talk to. Time passed quickly, and at the end of the evening he asked whether he could join me in my room for a little while. I pointed out that I could not play, could not be touched down below at the moment, but otherwise I was happy for him to join me for a few cuddles.

As soon as he came to my room (I normally go ahead on my own so that I’m not seen in anyone’s company by hotel-staff; after all I can’t risk getting a “reputation”, especially since I am a regular customer there) we started kissing, his hands wandering and exploring. When I embraced him, I had the feeling that I was holding a stick – he is so thin, too thin for my liking. Our touches and kisses became more passionate, he rubbed against my bum and I could feel him harden. When I finally touched him, I was surprised how big he was! Big and hard! Never was I more sorry than at that moment that I could not play! Nevertheless, he peeled my dress off me, and then my slip, followed by my bra, and it did not take long for him to shed his clothes, too. Although he is thinner than I would usually go for, he is what and how he is, and there is that erotic quality to him – quite apart from his member – which I found very arousing. At one point he placed his hands between my legs, trying to slip a finger inside my pants, but I had to push him away – which he immediately accepted. By then I was very aroused and excited – so I told him that I would play with myself, since I knew where I could touch without causing pain, while with my other hand – and my mouth – I paid attention to him. During the course of our play he asked me whether I wanted to be tied, and when I agreed, he took two (!!) ties out of his bag, one of which he used to tie my hands together. And then he fucked my mouth, taking his time – while I was gagging, tears running down my face – and all so very enjoyable!

Afterwards we cuddled, and with his gentle strokes I was tempted to drift off. By now it was well after 11 pm. Eventually, he got up to dress and left a little while later. I quickly put on my jeans, too, and went down to the hotel-bar with my laptop (the only place where I can get wifi in the hotel). I really needed a drink after that evening. Shortly before midnight I got an e-mail message from him, thanking me for the magical evening (his words).

For most of the following weeks Gavin was away on another business trip, and I did not hear from him for a while. Well, we know about his adventures during that time from the story he told in the previous post. What struck me when I first read his account (sent as a chatty e-mail) was his critical, almost harsh, self-awareness, the “ick factor” as he called it. Talk about body-image issues! For a long time, quite naively, I thought that it was mostly women who suffered from those insecurities – in my imagination, men were beyond that! By now I do have a slightly better insight into the male mind, but never have I found such thoughts expressed so candidly. Gavin was more than happy to contribute to our blog when I asked him to write up his story. On seeing the initial draft, I pointed out that his account did not have a title, whereupon he suggested “Sleeping with ugliness …”. Reading this almost pierced my heart, not only was it a brutal statement, but it was also wrong in so many ways.

Anyway, a few days ago we met again. I was really looking forward to that evening, especially since this time I could enjoy our play without any limitations. We had a quick dinner, catching up on the latest news, and a discussion of erotic literature was already quite stimulating for things to come later. He had told me in advance that this time he wanted, even needed, to be in control, and that I should be willing to obey orders. Yay! On reading this I high-fived and did a little jig in my mind! Exactly what I wanted! And from my previous experience with him, I knew that I would not be disappointed.

As soon as he entered my room, he caught hold of me, kept me in a tight embrace; we kissed, he rubbed against me and I could already feel his growing erection. Soon we found ourselves on the bed, he kneeling between my thighs, my skirt pushed up around my midriff. I was ordered to take off my top, my bra, although I left my slip on. He started licking and sucking my nipples in turn. Then I was told to take off his shirt, undo his trousers. With each item of clothing we shed our arousal mounted. Once we were entirely naked, he laid me down on the bed and slid with his head between my legs. He started to lick my pussy, twirl his tongue on my sweet spot, and eventually sucked my clit hard into his mouth. I gasped, mewled with pleasure. From that moment onwards my memory is blurred, I can’t recall the sequence of events – I was lost in sensual delights. At some point he slipped on a condom, and a remote controlled vibrating cock ring, entered me, carefully because of his considerable size – so many sensations to process. I rode from crest to crest, although the toy did not quite do it for me (perhaps because I am not used to it?). Finally he drove me over the edge. And, after a short breather, we started all over again, ending in the most deliciously sweaty fuck.

Eventually we got to rest and cuddle on the rather damp sheets, although soon he quickly freshened up in the shower to get ready to make his way home. Meanwhile I lay on the bed, wrapped in my kimono, enjoying the afterglow. On departure, he bent over me, took my face in both hands, and looking deeply into my eyes, he said: “You have made me a very happy man”.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder – but so is ugliness. In Gavin I cannot detect either, but I see a very warm and sensual person with distinct and strong erotic qualities. Physical appearance is only one part of a person, and sexual attraction is not exclusively tied to it either – at least in my books, irrespective of their covers.

A Tale of Three Cities … by Gavin

~ nurturingdesires ~ Leave a comment

I am finally back from an exhausting but sometimes sexually satisfying visit to Baku, Tbilisi and then Durban.  The exhausting part was that the work was very intense in all three places, long days of meetings followed by evenings of (mostly) writing up reports and proposals. All complicated by having to deal with the office in London, and the fact that the visit to Tbilisi was not initially planned.

But I do love travel, especially when it offers to the opportunity to make new, or renew old, sexual friendships.  So I’ll skip the boring work parts, and focus on the parts that are, hopefully, more interesting.

For my first weekend in Baku, I had invited a long-standing lover from Latvia to visit. We met at the airport, and kissed somewhat tentatively as it had been a while.  For the same reason, we delayed going to the bedroom, and spent a lovely evening having dinner by the Caspian, and starting to remake physical contact below and above the table. We then walked along the sea-front , and as always the sound and motion of the sea heightened our sexual feelings, so we soon found ourselves back in the hotel, without any explicit decision to do so, just by both of veering in that direction at each turn. 

By the time we were in the room our reserve had completely disappeared, and we were both ready to become reacquainted with old pleasures, and hopefully discover some new ones.  Initial kisses and fondlings were soon over, and before I really knew what had happened she had my cock in her mouth while I fondled her breasts, and we eventually got ourselves in a position where I could finger her, gradually going deeper and becoming more exploratory — for some reason she doesn’t like being licked or sucked, though she has never explained why (her clitoris is not especially tender, and indeed she enjoys quite heavy finger pressure, at least until she becomes really aroused). Then to missionary, where I had to struggle to stop her biting great chunks out of my neck and shoulder each time she was close to coming (there had been an unfortunate incident a couple of years ago where she left very distinctive bite marks on my neck — luckily with the help of advice on google I managed to make them more or less disappear before I returned to my wife). 

Somehow in the middle of the night we ended up doggy style, which I hadn’t enjoyed for a while and was (I hope!) very satisfying for us both.  No toys this time, though I did later have a dream that reminded me of an encounter we had a couple of years ago, when I was trying to use one of those remote control clit vibrators, but the case broke in the excitement and the control kept falling off.  Not very erotic, though for some reason we didn’t give up, and we got a funny movie of the attempt!

After a second memorable night and morning we went our separate ways at the airport, vowing to see each again soon.

Then to Tbilisi, which is one of my very favourite cities.  Had hopes from some recent correspondence of turning an old friendship into something more, but she was in the mood for flirtation and nothing else, which actually was fine and fun, especially as I still had the memories of Baku to warm by various parts, and perhaps she sensed that I wasn’t ready myself (and maybe guessed why).

Next to Durban, and the renewal of a friendship with a very attractive and vivacious doctor.  Never know quite what will happen with her.  She finds me physically unappealing, but seemingly really enjoys talking to me, and when a couple of years ago we somehow ended up in bed together she seemed to get pleasure out of the love making (as did I), although when we woke up in the night and she found me next to her insisted I go into another room — I was apparently too ick for her to stand me being in the same bed as her.  We ended up having sex a couple more times by apparent accident, but with a sense that after the first excitement the lack of physical attraction was more present in her mind.  She certainly seemed keen to move quickly to penetration, perhaps because then she could more “legitimately” close her eyes.

So this time I was not sure what would happen, although naturally curious and hopeful.  Answer: not much — we only had time in our schedules to meet once, and to be honest I was exhausted from work that evening so may not have exuded many sexual pheromones.  And I’m sure my physical ick factor increases with age!  But I enjoyed the banter and the small sexual touches and kisses, and I always enjoy trying to figure her out, and why she keeps seeing and occasionally sleeping with me (she has other, highly attractive, lovers – I met one, and can attest to that!) .

Then finally to dinner and my hotel with my longest standing lover of the last ten years, who to be honest is not very exciting sexually for me (I think she enjoys it more as an extended form of hugging than as a sexual experience, and she doesn’t like oral sex, giving or receiving; though strangely the only picture I have of her is of her giving me a blow job — this was before she revealed she didn’t like it, so all credit to her for being willing to please me at her expense).  But I had a good orgasm, and so I think did she.  As always when we woke up in the morning she made clear that once was quite enough!