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!