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All-over body orgasm

It’s an October Monday morning and I text message The Cockaholic, suggesting that she come over for a spicy risotto and Californication in the evening. She jumps at it. I think she’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves the rush of excitement, something I think I can provide in spades. I’m looking forward to seeing her.

I find myself wondering if I’m addicted to the spike of adrenaline of first dates, of the getting-to-know-you phase. I’m inclined to say ‘no’ because I spent six months with Busty Blonde and it was such an easy relationship with her. I kind of miss that now after not even two months of The Saffa who is increasingly becoming hard work. I’m starting to think of her as a Drama Queen; she just has to have drama in her life.

The Cockaholic arrives early, which I take as a good sign: she’s keen. We have the spicy risotto I made, then sit side-by-side on my sofa to watch another two episodes of Californication which, I suspect, has the effect of making her frisky. Little more than two hours after arriving she is sucking on my cock and loving it. I have never seen such a happy, enthusiastic cock-sucker before.

I ask her, “have you been looking forward to doing this?”

“I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she says, momentarily taking my cock out of her mouth, but then adds, “I’ve been thinking about something else all day too.”

“Oh, what other people call fantasies you call plans?”

The Cockaholic bursts into laughter, keeping my cock in her mouth as she does so. It’s a strangely pleasant sensation having a woman laughing onto and all around my cock.

“So do you want to tell me what it is you want, or do you just want to show me?” I coax.

She stops fellatio and gets up to straddle me cowgirl style. It feels good to me; she’s not overweight and thus crushing my cock, so my erection can last forever. Within minutes she has made herself cum by riding my cock. I enjoy watching her face convulse in pleasure.

I give it a few minutes, then I start kissing her all over, ending up between her legs, softly licking her clit. After a couple of minutes of this she’s totally relaxed, so I slide an index finger into her pussy, first pulling down, then turning it upward to stroke her g-spot. After a few more minutes I slide my middle finger in too and both fingers are rubbing her g-spot as she moans in pleasure. She keeps her hands above her head on my sofa cushions and it seems as if she is in ecstasy as I lick her clit and finger her g-spot. My tongue tires and I sit upright to rub her clit with my other hand’s thumb. Her pussy starts squelching and occasionally squirting juices into my hand. Not since Krazy Girl a year ago have I felt a woman do that. Eventually she cums, arching her back while hiding her face into a cushion as she screams.

I find it amazing to have such an experience with a woman. The sights, sounds and smells overpower me. The naked honesty of the moment entrances me.

She lies panting, I let go of her bits and climb on top of her to cuddle and warm her. I can feel her body shaking under me. Eventually she speaks.

“I think I just had an all-over body orgasm,” she says, swallowing hard.

After a few minutes of blissful silence conversation turns at my behest to the unpleasantly practical issue of contraception. Something has been niggling at the back of my brain.

The Cockaholic now tells me that she’s on the injection contraceptive, the one where she has no periods and needs a recharge every three months. I also remember her telling me on Friday night that she hasn’t had sex in two years, but had herself tested at a STD clinic four weeks earlier. Why would someone who hasn’t had sex in 2 years be on the injection and have herself tested? Hmmm…I smell bullshit. My ever-alert Trust Demon opens an eye and raises a suspicious eyebrow. He snorts in contempt at her story.

Is my initial supposition correct in that she was on Tinder intending to go on a sexual rampage, part of exorcising her own demons, making her feel like a powerful, desirable woman? I see this as part of my attraction to her, this trying to decipher her motives, learning more about womankind through her.

Without me saying a word The Cockaholic starts kissing me all over. She’s obviously an unselfish lover, a Giver even and this pleases me.

Her kisses feel like a butterfly landing on my skin as she works her way down my body. I’ve been looking forward to experiencing her sucking my cock, hoping it’s as good as I remember.

The Cockaholic’s tongue slides up and down the shaft of my penis, then she glides it down onto my balls, using the smooth underside of her tongue to elicit pleasure in them. Jeezus, she really knows what she’s doing!

She keeps her tongue moving and down to my perineum she goes, twirling and swirling her tongue over it. No woman has done that before. Where did she learn these moves? Cosmo, porn movies or a really instructive ex-lover? Or is she a natural? Just how many ice-creams has she practised on?

I look down at her and see that she’s in a trance-like state. Anything can happen now.

Entranced blowjob.
Entranced blowjob.

Her tongue is flailing about like that of a possessed demonic goat.

Gotta lick it!
Gotta lick it!

Suddenly her tongue drops lower and she starts drawing circles around my anus. Only my Exgf has given me a rim-job before and that was long ago, so it feels good. The circles become smaller…

Hang on, she’s not going to do what I think she’s going to do?…


She’s licking my arse!

Holy shit! That’s so unhygienic!

Yet it feels so good…

Oh my god!

She’s just stuck the tip of her tongue into my arse!

Emotionally I’m horrified, but physically not so much. In fact, I like it, so I relax.

The Cockaholic pushes her tongue deeper into my arse and she starts making snorting sounds of satisfaction, akin to a pig.

Wow! Should I rename her The Ass-licker?

She continues pushing and pulling her tongue in and out of my arse for about a minute. I think she’s enjoys doing it more than I enjoy receiving it. I lie in stunned fascination, my brain is racing.

Is this some kind of emotional release coming to the surface in her? A high-pressured job demands an extreme release of energy for her to unwind?

“Do you like doing that?” I ask, knowing it’s a stupid and obvious question, but it’s the answer that matters.

“Uh-huh. I love it,” she answers, momentarily leave my arse alone before resuming her pig-finding-a-truffle-in-my-arse routine.

My, my, my, what a kinky little thing you are. I wonder what delicious naughtiness we can get up to together? I wish I had filmed this; I could watch it repeatedly.

Without any hint of a change to come The Cockaholic pulls away from my anus and almost instantly latches on my cock which is losing its erection because of the shock of what she has been doing. Most of the blood in there has rushed to my brain and botty.

Ugh, her mouth must be coated in faecal bacteria and now she’s spreading it on my precious manhood!

This cannot be! I don’t want to spend my nights in the shower scrubbing my phallus raw like I did after the anal sex episodes with Krazy Girl and Tech Titan. This Grey Knight must arise and put matters right by mounting this damsel with the dirty mouth!

I get up off the sofa, leaving her on all fours on the trusty footstool. She doesn’t move, I think she knows what I’m about to do. She knows to stay in position for doggy-style. Such a well-trained ass-licking cock-sucker.

My semi-flaccid cock easily slides into her slippery pussy. Some women in their early forties start experiencing lubrication problems, but not this one. After several mighty thrusts of my lance blood floods its chambers and turgidity returns.

“Oh, yes, that’s it, fuck me!” she mutters.

I love it when women tell me things like that, but it’s starting to amuse and puzzle me that they generally say the same things, like she did right now. Ho-hum, mustn’t tarry or quibble, there’s fucking to be done.

Earlier I had turned the lights down low as we got comfy on my sofa. Soft lighting usually leads to hard fucking. I knew this even back when there was that close call with Baltic Babe, that time when she turned the lights down low. A dormant sense of anger is evoked by the memories of her and my hips speed up. I’ll be cumming soon.

“Where do you want my cum?” I ask. It’s only polite to ask.

“In my pussy,” she wheezes back.

I reckon it’s safe to do so, I believe her contraception claims, but a little impetus to get me over the line is needed.

My thumb finds its way to my mouth and I suck on it for a few seconds. How will she react to being on The Hook this time? Will she rear up and lurch away like Busty Czech did? Or will she enjoy it like every other woman has?

Slowly and smoothly my thumb slides up her bum. She doesn’t make a sound nor does she move as my hips keep ramming my fat cock into her. Yes, she likes this. I’m now thinking that she has an anal fetish thing going on given what she did to my arse with her tongue.

Oh yes, the bum bacteria that she slobbered onto my cock is now coating her vagina. This high-flying, yuppie career woman with the expensive sports car likes it dirty!

I lean my head over to one side, hoping to catch a glimpse of her tits bouncing around as I fuck her, but they’re barely moving, just the slight shake of a mound of jelly. Now I’m sure her boobies are fake. Right now that doesn’t matter because my balls have just tightened.

With a back-arching spasm I blast a day’s worth of sperm into her, but the build-up has been so good that it feels like several day’s worth. I wonder if a woman can tell from the sensation of the cum in her pussy just how many days worth the load is? Answers in an email please…

My hips keep rocking and The Cockaholic is making ‘mmm’ sounds that indicate approval. Most women seem to like the feeling of sperm in them, but some don’t. I wonder if it’s an emotional thing more than anything else?

Never mind that, this was a good orgasm.

Sex with The Saffa has degenerated into angry sex, which is not my favourite kind, but doing it with The Cockaholic feels sweet, it feels right.

She spends the night and I’m in heaven. We talk for ages again and again I enjoy talking to her. She finds me funny and we laugh a lot. We both feel good. I’m looking forward to seeing her again.

In my Triangle of Temptation (personality, face or breasts) she has personality. I don’t find her face off-putting, it’s just that I’m not enthralled. I can’t just stare at her face and derive pleasure from that, not like I could with The Model and Krazy Girl. I’m now convinced her breasts are fake, but that isn’t a problem to me, which surprises me. How I feel when I’m with her counts for more. Of course her ability to suck a golf ball through a hosepipe matters too.

The Cockaholic having a kinky streak I find interesting. How did it come about? Will she share some of her sexual history with me? I’m really curious, but it’s a rare woman who’ll share that kind of information. I’d love to know what she’s feeling when she’s having sex or how it feels to her being on The Hook or licking my arse. What are her other fantasies? What is she looking for?

I guess the Eurythmics were right: some of them want to get used and some want to be abused. Yes, everybody is looking for something. We’re all pursuing a sweet dream or two.

What are hers?

Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This )

Date #49 – The Cockaholic – final part

I can hear her pussy juices brewing as we watch Californication. If she really hasn’t been on a date in over two years then she must be turned on by now as we approach the end of episode two. I’ve come to the conclusion she knows the score here, so when I brazenly lean over to start kissing her there is no resistance. Instead it feels like there is eager anticipation as our lips meet.

In a matter of seconds I’ve dragged her lower body down onto the footstool, have undressed the bottom half of her and am licking her clit while fingering her g-spot. This is my idea of T.L.C., i.e. Tender Licking of Clit.

“Oh my god, what are you doing to me?” she exclaims, half approvingly and half suspiciously.

“I’m pleasuring your g-spot. Do you like it?” I ask with a smirk.

“Fuck, please don’t stop. Keep doing whatever you want with me,” she exhorts.

Hmm…do whatever you want with me…I fully intend to.

I love such a moment when a woman is so turned on that she will tell me anything that I want to hear for fear of whatever she’s feeling coming to a stop. It’s easier to get a woman into bed than to keep her coming back, so from what she’s just said she’s told me that she’ll come back if I want her to…and I’ve only just begun.

In the daily matters of humans I’ve learned that we generally have to give before we receive. We first give our time to gain qualifications, we first give of our best to get paid at the end of the month, we first pay into the tax system before we get anything in return and so it is with other dealings with humans, especially when it comes to sex. Giving a lover pleasure first will almost always result in them reciprocating and usually with more in return.

I’ll give Smiler pleasure first and then see how much she gives in return. Is she going to be another disappointing flop or does she have skills? From the three hours we’ve spent together I can’t tell because she didn’t have a chance to eat anything spicy. I’ll have to wait and see.

Her hips start to wriggle and she grabs a cushion and smothers herself, letting off an almighty scream that might have rivalled anything I heard Busty Czech do. What’s with the vocal women of late? I digress…

I keep licking out the alphabet over her clit and fingering her g-spot even after she has cum. Normally I would stop and let my lover recover, but tonight I’m in a devilish mood, so I keep going, expecting her to ask me to stop.

She doesn’t and within half a minute she has another orgasm, again screaming into a cushion that must by now have bite-marks on it. This sofa must also be getting dirty from all the pussy juices she’s letting off; she’s like a fountain. Maybe she is telling the truth about how dry her love-life has been of late. For the last two years I’ve been fucking everything that moves while she’s been watching box-sets on cable-TV.

“Stop, stop! I can’t take it any more,” she says as I still continue with TLC.

Without a word I get comfortable next to her on the sofa. She’s huffing and puffing as I cradle her in my arms.

“Wow! I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she whispers.

Somebody else said that to me recently and I try to remember who it was. Before the dark corridors of my brain yield an answer Smiler is on the move.

She’s tugging at my clothing and strips me totally naked. This is the most aggressive thing she has said or done all night. Has she been holding back or have I awakened something?

Her bra and blouse go flying but before I get to see her boobs she’s positioned herself between my legs and is sitting on the floor. What, no kisses around the face and neck? No nibbling my ear and whispering a naughty fantasy in my ear?

“I suppose I should say hello to him. It would be rude not to,” she says taking my semi-flacid cock in her hand.

Even in porn movies the porn-tartlet will first lick the stud’s cock a few times before she takes it in her mouth. It’s very rare for a woman to just latch onto a penis without doing some taste-testing or lubricating first.

Smiler expertly, gently pulls my foreskin back then latches onto the head of my penis with her mouth…and sends me straight to heaven.

I thought that Pretty Teacher and The Saffa gave great head, but the woman sucking on me now is in a league of her own. Yes, there is dedication, skill, consideration and tenderness in abudance, but what impresses me most is her seemingly being in a state of rapture.

Her eyes are closed and she working my cock like it’s her favourite ice-cream on the hottest day of the year.

As my manhood grows in her mouth I notice the time on a clock. I wonder how long she can keep doing this to me? I lie back and enjoy her enjoying me, waiting to see how long it is before she stops. Just how long will she happily suck my cock for?

An hour.

She diligently and effortlessly sucked away on me non-stop for an hour as if it is the greatest pleasure she has ever known. For a few moments it looks like she is getting drunk from going down on me.

She does things with her mouth and hands to my cock and balls that no other woman has ever done. Several times I fight off cumming in her mouth because I’m curious to see how long this could last. To cool my ardour I remember my saddest moment from childhood, that of my characterful pet dog, Rusty, dying from cancer when I was eight. Rusty dies several times in this hour of fellatio.

I now think of Smiler as ‘The Cockaholic’.

“Imagine taking my cock in your pussy,” I say, trying to turn her on even more, knowing full well the thought has crossed her mind, but articulating it enhances the emotion, the desire involved.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs, keeping her eyes closed, taking as much of my cock in her mouth as she can. The murmur I take to mean agreement, approval and desire, all rolled into one. Of course it could mean anything else, but I’m not interested in that.

“Imagine taking that cock in your arse,” I say, pushing my luck, but wanting to check her reaction.

“Surely not on the first date?” she says slyly, hiding a little laugh.

I was impressed by her comeback, but slightly perturbed because a girl who isn’t into anal would have shaken her head with my cock in her mouth or voiced disapproval somehow. This response said, not now, but perhaps another time. I have another little sexual vixen on my hands it seems. Perhaps another Krazy Girl?

My balls are aching from all the teasing and pleasing my cock has received. I stand up and fumble for a condom while The Cockaholic gets comfortable on the sofa. By the time I’ve got the body-bag for my cock on my appendage has lost interest.

She pulls the condom off my dick, kisses my mouth for a few seconds then gets down on her knees and sucks my cock until it is hard again. I want to fuck her doggy-style so badly, but these bloody condoms really kill the mood for me. I had only found these condoms in the last months of being with my Exgf because no other has ever fitted, nevertheless, it’s destroys the sexual experience for me and often for my lover too.

“When last were you tested?” I ask.

“Four weeks ago,” she says after a few seconds of contemplation.

“I was tested six weeks ago,” I say, omitting the fact that I had fucked two women bareback since then. What was she omitting I wondered?

Neither of us say what the results of the tests were. It’s a bit like those television adverts for women’s cosmetics, shampoos and laundry detergent that say “clinically tested” – and the results were what exactly? Guaranteed to age you prematurely, guaranteed to give you alopecia or guaranteed to make your genitals itchy?

“Get on that” I say, pointing a finger to my trusty foot stool in front of my sofa that I have fucked so many women on that I’ve lost count. It’s cover has barely dried from the previous weekend’s shenanigans with The Saffa.

The Cockaholic quickly jumps onto it and assumes the position, ready to receive me. Yes, she’s compliant and I’m thinking submissive by nature, keen to please.

I push my chubby into her pussy and start rocking my hips. I still find it curious that such a motion has the effect of spurring my cock back to life. The human body’s programming is amazing.

“Oh god, yes,” she utters, snapping me back to reality as I fuck her.

Her pussy feels good and I lean my head slightly over to have a look at her tits. They’re not big, c-cup at best, but they’re rocking nicely in time with my thrusts. As my cock nears full erection I can feel that her pussy is tightening, not because of what she is doing with her muscles but because I’m now stretching her and she’s liking it given the sounds she’s making.

I love the sounds a woman makes when I fuck her. There’s an honesty that makes me feel good. Of course, it becomes too good and I have to cum.

“Where do you want my cum?” I ask, giving her the choice and not wanting to do as Nature designed me for. Every woman has her preferred place to feel a man’s ejaculate.

“I want to feel your cum in me,” she replies.

Really? I was expecting her to want to swallow my load because she clearly has an oral fixation going on.

“Is it safe to do so?” I ask in rare moment of prudence for me.

“I’m on contraceptives,” she wheezes as my cock touches what must be her cervix.

I’m not sure what that means but a steam train is not pulling my hips out of her right now.

Like a jack-hammer I pump cum into her and she makes approving sounds. After the long build-up it doesn’t surprise me as to how good my orgasm feels and how much sperm I must have shot into her.

Eventually I slow down and I realize that I’ve lifted her hips off the footstool and she’s been partially dangling in the air while having her hands on the sofa. It was that kind of climax for me.

I slump down next to her to catch my breath.

“That was amazing,” she says, her eyes wide and sparkling.

I say nothing.

For a few moments we lie there, not speaking, just smiling as my warm cum drips down the inside of her thighs. Starting to feel the cold which she must have too, I stand up, collect her in my arms and carry her off to my bedroom.

We lie in bed talking until four in the morning. We talk about the usual stuff of past relationships, family, travel, work and life in general. To my surprise I learn that we have many things in common and share a similar twisted, cynical view of the world around us. If I wasn’t meeting another date at lunchtime, I would have been happy to talk, cuddle and fool around until she needed to leave.

On the Saturday morning, mere hours later, I’m awoken by the sensation of The Cockaholic sucking on my morning glory. I have no idea how long she had been doing that for, but I appreciate the attention and novelty of it.

She looks up and notices me waking up, my looking at her. She seems quite intense.

“Please fuck me sideways,” she asks.

I’m always happy to oblige a horny woman, especially if she utters such words first thing in the morning.

As I was fucking her sideways, she raises her hands above her head, gripping a pillow and I watch her tits wobble – not bounce – around. Their movement seems unnatural but I’m not going to embarrass us both by asking if her tits are real.

When she is in the throes of it, I suck on a thumb and slowly, slide it deep up her arse. She doesn’t flinch and seems to enjoy it. As she approaches her climax she covers her head with a pillow and screams into it…which is nice. I really enjoy making a woman scream like that. There’s an element of trust to it that appeals to me. She trusts me not to hurt her and I take that as a compliment.

She seems quite at ease having my thumb up her arse while I fuck her. Is this something new to her or is she used to this? I can see that she’s thinking about something, ah, here it comes…is she about to voice disapproval?

“You have a fantastic body,” she says, her body half-turned towards me. She’s admiring my arms and chest, stroking them with her finger-tips as I thump my cock into her pussy.

Huh? Where does that come from? Okay, it’s nice to hear but it’s not quite in keeping with the mood. Whatever, my new batch of swimmers want to breathe.

“Where do you want my cum this time?” I ask, kind of counting on a different answer.

“I want to swallow,” she says, looking me straight in my eye.

I like her directness. Now I’ll give her some directness of my own.

Jumping up onto the bed, I step towards her face as she raises her torso. She makes a point of looking me in the eye, as she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. What a good little slut; very submissive.

I tug on the end of my cock and a slightly liquid barrage of spunk jumps out into her mouth. The Cockaholic keeps her mouth open, determined to take as much as I can give her, all the while maintaining strong eye contact.

A few more tugs, some cum lands on her face, but that’s all there is after less than six hours since my last orgasm. She must know this too because she pulls her lubricated tongue back into her mouth and swallows, smiling as she does so.

I collapse into bed again while she goes to the bathroom. I hear her having a pee and realize that this is the first time she’s been to the toilet since we met more than twelve hours ago. No woman I’ve ever known has managed more than six hours. Some guys might consider The Cockaholic a keeper on the basis of this alone.

I make her breakfast and while we eat I hint at my meeting a friend in London at lunchtime, a cue that she needs to leave. I feel bad for seeming slightly blunt, but hey, this is what happens on one-night stands, right?

Not long afterwards she’s dressed and I’m walking the Cockaholic to her car. As usual I can feel my neighbour’s prying, judgemental eyes on my back.

“How about we get together next weekend?” I say, not entirely sure I mean it.

“I can’t wait that long,” she says, losing any pretence of English reserve.

I just smile and close her car door. She smiles back and then speeds off to wherever it is that came from, somewhere connected to cyberspace and her phone.

I have never fucked a woman within hours of meeting her. What does that say about her and I? Me, well it was premeditated. I wanted to see if I could do it. Her? Well, that’s a different story. Has she done this before? It was all so easy for me. The only time I noted some hesitation was outside in the car park when I invited her into my place. After that I could do whatever I wanted…and I liked it.

It played out almost exactly as I had expected, except that there’s problem.

I like her; we seem to get along and she’s fun. She has a dirty laugh that makes me laugh.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, I wasn’t supposed to like her. Shit.

There’s a song of the moment called “Get Lucky”. I wonder if we both did?

As for The Saffa, I think her luck has run out.

Oh, yes, there is the little matter of having another date lined up for lunchtime; my second Tinderella. Will I get “lucky” a second time? Does luck have anything to do with it?

Daft Punk – Get Lucky

Over my head

Yet again I find myself having to choose between two women. Busty Czech is sweet and harmless, but becoming hard work. The Saffa is feisty and fun, but I know that she has been badly hurt in the past and might not be capable of love. I’m struggling to choose, so I resolve to tell The Saffa about my situation when I see her today. It feels like the honourable thing to do. If she walks away then I won’t blame her, but if she chooses to hang around then I know that she’s serious about me.

I meet The Saffa at noon at my train station, she insists on kissing me full on the lips as we greet, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Can she sense something?

We walk to a nearby Italian restaurant to share lunch. The place is empty and we get a table upstairs with the whole floor to ourselves. Perfect for an intimate conversation.

The Saffa is talkative as usual and she’s positive. The latter point is becoming more important in my thoughts nowadays because I’m seeing that Busty Czech is somewhat negative. Our nightly conversations have cemented into a format that involves her first asking about my day then it quickly moves onto her bitching about her job then moaning about her mother’s latest mind games. Tedious; I’m starting to not want to have our evening chat.

The easy thing to do would be to ditch Busty Czech and take my chances with The Saffa. The problem is that I’ve shelled out a lot of money to go away on holiday in a few week’s time with Busty Czech and that money is non-refundable. I need a sunshine holiday and money is becoming tight for me, so I don’t know when I’ll next have a chance to have one. The timing of all this is terrible.

Can I string both of them along until after the holiday and make my decision then? I doubt it. Busty Czech is oblivious to my growing misgivings about her. The Saffa is keen and I won’t enjoy the trip with thoughts of The Saffa hanging over my head. It’s time to come clean. I take a deep breath.

“There’s something I have to be honest about with you. A couple of weeks ago I met someone that I’ve been on a couple of dates with. So far it’s been okay, but I’m still making up my mind about her.”

That’s all I’m going to tell her for now. She’s going to get emotional then angry; that’s what is likely to happen.

After a moment of thought she responds, but not with what I was expecting.

“Well, there’s something I need to tell you too. After we met in April I started seeing another guy. It lasted three months and I did sleep with him several times. I hadn’t had sex in two years until him. I got the impression that that he had someone else on the side, so I ended it in July.”

My mind sprints around as I do the maths. It’s now late August, so she’s probably not processed all the feelings about that scene. Can she be on the rebound? How strong were her feelings for him? Is it safe to have sex with her? Was it a lucky escape on Friday night that she started her period? I feel the need to know.

“Did you guys play safely?” I ask, trying to remember when last I went to that awful sexual health clinic.

“Yes, he used a condom every time,” she replies.

I appreciate her honesty, or what seems like that.

An electrified silence descends between us. We blink at each other, both uncertain about what to say next. Her words have little effect on me; I couldn’t care less if she had been seeing someone, but obviously she felt the need to tell me. I think we’re both now focussed on what happens next. It’s not often that I’m at a loss for words but I am right now. I know that I have to accept whatever comes my way from her.

After some thought she says, “So what are you going to do?”

“I really don’t know. What would you do?” I respond.

“I don’t know either,” she says with a puzzled look on her face.

“Until the way forward is clear for me, how about we just enjoy our lunch?” I suggest.

The Saffa smiles falsely as our food arrives. We eat with long teeth, but after a while she takes a deep breath of her own and becomes talkative again. Lunch ends and I have no plan, now expecting to walk her back to the station and perhaps never see her again.

“I don’t suppose we can watch some more Californication?” she asks.

So we end up back at my place indulging her latest addiction. After a couple of episodes I go into the kitchen to make us coffee and she follows me. I turn and meekly smile as she puts her arms around my neck and starts kissing me.

Her action takes me completely by surprise and I’m not sure it’s the effect of what she was watching or her feelings for me. I think I know where this might lead to.

“Are you still on your period?” I ask.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun,” she replies, uncoupling her arms, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bedroom.

The Saffa pushes me onto the bed and starts undressing me. I’m a little ill-at-ease because I’m not a fan of vaginal sex while a woman is on her period. Oral for me is a given, but what about her? Suddenly I wonder if she’s into anal.

She strips down to her panties and her perfume fills the room. This afternoon I can see more clearly and The Saffa is carrying a few more pounds than a typical woman, but I like that. I like the feeling of a woman who has something to hold onto. A mischievous smile is all I see as she covers my face with her perfect blonde hair before she slowly drags it down my face and across my chest, as if it was a silky feather.

Do you know the difference between kinky and perverted? Kinky is when you use a feather. Perverted is when you use the whole chicken. I wonder if she’s kinky or perverted? I intend to find out.

Her feather-like hair traces a path down my torso, along a leg and she stops at my feet. She slides off the edge of the bed and seats herself on the ground while holding onto my right foot as if it is holy icon. Soft, gentle, slow kisses follow the contours of my feet as her lips become instruments of pleasure.

No woman has kissed my feet before. How novel! It feels damn good too. Wait, an idea hits me. I must film this. My phone is quickly in my hand and I get the video camera function working in record time. The Saffa is unaware of my now filming her.

Expertly she takes her time to tease each of my toes with a slow kiss before sucking each one into her mouth, latching on briefly before releasing it and moving on to the next one. I’m watching and recording this, knowing what she is going to do and nevertheless each time, each toe, feels like a revelation. I’ve heard of ‘shrimping’ but it hasn’t really appealed to me and luckily no woman has asked me for it because I would have declined on hygiene grounds, but my preconceptions are wonderfully wrong.

The Saffa returns to my big toe, runs the tip of her tongue over and around it, teases it with with her bottom lip then swallows it. The warmth of her mouth sends electric pulses firing throughout my body and a little bit of jizz might have popped out of the tip of my growing penis.

My toe makes a popping sound as it leaves her mouth. Her lips start moving up the inside of my opposite leg and she raises herself with minimal effort off the ground and makes her body follow her mouth. Her kisses are measured, as if each one counts for something. The effect it has is that of making my skin a huge, sensitive sexual organ.

She certainly knows what she’s doing but a part of me is wondering about the bigger picture. Is she trying to seduce me into choosing her over Busty Czech? It must be what’s behind her actions. Women have for centuries used sex to get their man. As stategies go it’s not a bad one. It’s good one. A very pleasurable one. Fortunately for me I’m not so easily swayed or seduced any more. After all my dating and relationship experiences of the past two years I have now arrived at a point whereby I can separate my sexual, physical enjoyment of a woman from my feelings for her. Is this what happens if you’ve have too many sexual partners? Sex is now a hobby to me?

Now her tantalizing mouth has made it’s way up to my groin area. She gently licks then kisses my balls. Nothing in the world seems more important to her right now. Her hair is in the way of her face and the camera demands to see her blue eyes, so with my free hand I part her silky hair to one side, revealing her face. Her eyes are fixed on my erect cock as she runs her tongue up and down the length of it. As she reaches the tip she grips my shaft in one hand, lifts it towards her face and closes her eyes as she slowly swallows as much of it as she can.

With utmost dedication and expertise she unhurriedly moves her mouth backwards and forwards over my helmet and halfway down my shaft, repeatedly and deliberately. Time seems to stand still and the only sound to be heard is her saliva being spread over my penis.

“You’re a good cock-sucker,” I say for some silly reason.

The Saffa makes no sound and raises her gaze, her eyes connecting with mine momentarily before she notices the phone in my hand. A small furrow appears between her eyebrows but she says nothing, preferring instead to keep my cock in her mouth. Why do all women look so sexy with my cock in their mouth?

She looks down again and resumes doing what she has clearly mastered. It isn’t long before my balls tighten and I feel a stirring in my scrotum.

“Where do you want to feel my cum? In your pussy? In your mouth? Over your tits…or in your arse?” I ask.

I’ve learned that when you’re suggesting something to someone, the last of the options you present is the one most likely to be chosen. So I’m being naughty and am baiting her, more to check her reaction than anything else. I’m not seriously thinking we’ll end up doing anal.

“Hmm,” is her reply.

“You’d like to feel it in your arse, wouldn’t you?” I tease.


Maybe she’s not into anal after all. I’ll tease some more.

“Imagine me fucking you doggy-style. Then imagine me putting my thumb up your arse as I fuck you doggy-style. You’re going to like that, aren’t you?”

I’ve also learned that when women are in a sexualized state, any suggestion directed at them assumes profound importance. They take it very seriously and are likely to do what is suggested because it is what their brain is focussed on. When the pussy juices are flowing and a cock is in their mouth a typical woman will agree to do just about anything. In this moment I’m planting the seed of what is likely to become an eventuality, the timing of which will take care of itself.

Silence as The Saffa hears my words and keeps rhythmically sucking away on my cock. Seconds later she stops abruptly, releases my penis from her mouth, looks up at me and speaks.

“Stop filming now,” she says.

“Suck it,” I retort.

She complies.

Half a minute later my cock starts pumping and squirting cum into her mouth. It doesn’t disturb her motion or rhythm at all. Somehow she swallows all my cum and keeps on going down on me until I can’t take the pleasure any more.

Once I’ve regained my composure, I reciprocate by sliding my hand into her knickers and playing with her clit until she cums. I leave sucking on her nipples until near the end because that is what sends most women over the edge. The oldest tricks are the best.

The rest of the sunny afternoon is spent lying in my bed, talking, laughing and getting to know each other better. It’s only when I see her off at the train station that the sense of guilt returns, gripping me like a warm vice, as I remember Busty Czech and our upcoming trip together.

The Saffa still doesn’t know about the trip; she’d freak out if she did. Busty Czech doesn’t know about The Saffa; she’d freak out if she did.

No matter how I look at it, somebody is going to get hurt.

It’s all my fault.

My life has generally felt like I’m constantly in shit, it’s just the depth that varies, but right now it feels like I’m in over my head.

The Fray – Over My Head(Cable Car)

Screamer – Final part

Maybe if we change position she’ll quieten down? I coax her to flip over into doggy-style position. She obediently complies like all women do. My cock slides easily into her pussy, I speed up and she starts screaming loudly again. Okay, a new position doesn’t work. Maybe if I get rougher she’ll shut up?

I gather her hair into a bunch and pull gently towards me, lifting her chin; she didn’t make a sound then. Ah, progress. I ram my cock as deep into her slippery pussy as it can go. I speed up again. A slow moan starts and gradually increases in crescendo. She is totally turned on, so it’s time to find out if she has experience of or even enjoys ‘The Hook’.

I suck on my thumb, place it squarely on her butt-hole and gently push into the soft fleshiness of her arse. Her body freezes as my thumb moves deeper into what is a very smooth and warm cavity. She seems okay with this, neither moving nor making another sound. A wonderful silence erupts. Tugging her hair back, I push my cock and thumb deeper into her holes and it feels good to me. Seeing her enormous tits flopping about as I fuck her makes my cock harden even more. I have her where I want her. This is as close to heaven as I’m ever likely to get.

Suddenly she rears up like a frightened stallion and lurches forward, violently pulling her hair free of my grasp, then burying her head in a pillow, moving her forehead from side to side in it. I battle to stay attached to her. Her hair has flown forward and is exposing that ever sensual nape of her neck.

She starts making that murderous screaming noise again, but I’m balls deep in her pussy and my thumb is buried in her arse. Neither are coming out no matter how much noise she makes.

I feel my balls tightening when she lets off the loudest stifled scream into the pillow that I have ever heard. Her body shudders and shakes and again I struggle to stay attached to her. That must be how she climaxes. Wow, that’s violent and loud.

Busty Czech relaxes her body and quietens down to a low moan that is in time to my thrusts. Now it’s my turn. Oh yes, must remember to not cum in her. I feel my moment of ultimate pleasure approaching fast.

“Where do you want my cum?” I ask.

“On my breasts,” she answers, mumbling into the pillow before starting to wriggle free from me.

Busty Czech flops over onto her back and pushes her tits together. Fuck, they are majestic. As I shimmy forward the sight of them sends me over the edge. With a few rapid tugs of my cock my baby-batter spurts out, some of it landing on her chin which causes her to close her eyes. Most of it lands perfectly in her cleavage.

My subsiding gasps makes her open her eyes and she looks between her breasts which she’s still cupping. She starts massaging her tits together, rubbing my semen into them. Looking up at me as she lets go her eyes are filled with satisfaction.

I’m surprised how much man-milk I have produced since this morning. As first times go this was pretty intense, but I know that she hasn’t had it in a while and the foreplay for her was prolonged. I know to say nothing in a moment like this and to simply wait for the woman to speak.

“Wow, that was good. I’ve never done anything like that before,” she says.

I’m inclined to believe her and I assume she’s referring to ‘The Hook’. I feel the need to check.

“What haven’t you done before?”

“I’ve never had anything in my bum before,” she answers.

We both just smile before she gets up and goes to the bathroom. When she returns we curl up, entwining our limbs and hearts, making sweet pillow-talk before falling asleep.

The next morning I’m awoken by the sensation of Busty Czech sucking on my morning glory. I could get used to having my days start like this. She notices my waking up.

“Come down towards the edge of the bed,” she says.

I do as she says, letting my legs dangle down over the end of the bed. I assume she just wants to suck on me. Instead Busty Czech sucks on two of her fingers and then puts them between her breasts to rub the moisture in. I know what she is about to do. She slips my cock between her beasts, cups the sides of her breasts and easily covers my cock with them. She starts moving her breasts up and down, my cock slithering around in her cleavage, which is a novel feeling. No women has done this on her own initiative before. She smiles at me.

“What cup size are you?” I ask.

“I’m an f-cup. 38F,” she says with one of her cute smiles, continuing the titty-fuck.

The saliva between her breasts dries up and she motions for me to go back high on the bed, which I’m happy to do. I like watching a woman enjoying herself, perhaps even living out a fantasy.

She climbs onto me and rides me cowgirl, all the while making unnervingly loud noises. It’s barely dawn, the neighbours must be able to hear her and this unsettles me.

My hands have always been able to grasp all of a woman’s breast in a hand, but not this woman. A wonderfully novel sensation, I assure you. How they feel is a different story too. They don’t have the denseness that other breasts have. Most breasts feel like a water-filled balloon, instead her’s feel fluffy and have a light feel about them, like a big bag of cotton-wool. She should be grateful otherwise back pain would be a constant companion for her.

Mercifully I feel her pussy clamp tight on my shaft, seconds later she comes with a violent shudder of her body and a painful stifled scream. I was fearing hearing her cum in full voice; the neighbours would have fallen out of their beds if she let rip. Thankfully she didn’t and I’m grateful for that. Being with a screamer was going to take far more getting used to than I ever imagined.

Busty Czech slides off me and resumes sucking my cock. Some women won’t suck a cock if it has just come out of their pussy, but she has no compunction in doing so. That’s a good thing; it’s quite erotic to see.

For a few moments I enjoy watching her fellate me; she is quite enthusiastic. Most women would have taken a breather after their orgasm just to relax for a moment, but not Busty Czech. When her sexual motor’s running it keeps on going. I like that. Hmm, I guess her health condition is all forgotten for the moment?

I wonder if she swallows? I hope she does. There are few things in life as disappointing as ‘suckus-interruptus‘, that moment when a man cums but the sucker stops sucking and reverts to a handy. Good suction until the penis becomes too sensitive is one of life’s pleasures for any man.

“I want you to suck me dry and swallow my cum,” I say, just like I had to the Saffa twenty four hours earlier.

“I’m not into that,” she says with a serious look in her eye. I know to never try to force her to. She gives excellent head, but is never going to swallow, no matter how much pineapple juice I drank in advance.

“Where do you want my cum?” I ask, suspecting I know the answer.

“I always like it on my boobs,” she says.

So what promised to be a good start to the day declined into a hand-shandy over her breasts. Now I know that almost all men would love to have what I have before me, but the sad reality is that after one night and two orgasms it’s clear to me that this is how it will always be. Boredom, routine and predictability has already set in and we haven’t even made it out of bed.

Not long after we sit cheerily eating breakfast and my mind starts to wander, as it is prone to doing.

Busty Czech is submissive in bed and eager to please me, which is wonderful. I sense that she is a totally unselfish lover, happy to receive whatever I choose to give to her. I want to give her as much pleasure as I can too, but she doesn’t know that yet. I’m not gong to tell her either, I’m just going to show her.

She has a sweetness, a naivety and a silliness that I find reassuring. She’s not clever enough to outsmart me, to deceive me, to betray me, thus I feel safe with her.

Breakfast ends and she says she needs to go home to do some things. She doesn’t offer to do any of the mountain of washing up, which disappoints me. Tech Titan, Krazy Girl and Busty Blonde were the only other women who did washing up for me when they came to stay, that was until the previous night when The South African did so, which gives a woman major points in my Book of Suitability.

The major negative that overshadows everything else is her screaming during sex. Good grief she is noisy. I have heard of a ‘screamer’ before, but I didn’t know that it could be this bad, that it would throw me off my stride so much. I hope that those hotel room walls in France are really thick or that we have no neighbours, otherwise this could get embarrassing.

As we chat aimlessly my mind latches onto the screaming issue. I don’t think that I could ever get used to her screaming during sex. It feels and sounds like I’m fucking a child’s squeaky toy. It’s so off-putting; it’s a problem.

So my train of thought steams around on a circular track until I walk Busty Czech to her car. We make predictable pleasant noises about our day together, we kiss goodbye as can be expected, perhaps her more passionately than me.

“I’ll see you next weekend,” she says with a customary sweet smile.

I smile in return and think to myself “Maybe” as she drives off. Then I remember that I’ve agreed and paid to go away on holiday with her. As I return to my home filled with the sweet smell of sex a text message arrives from The Saffa.

I’m free on Wednesday. Can I come visit?

This situation is spiralling out of control.

Eric Carmen – Make Me Lose Control

Cock-eyed Brazilian – Part 2

I’m stunned by The Brazilian riding me like this. No woman has ever been this brazen with me before. Yes, Krazy Girl comes close on our first time, but this exceeds that encounter in terms of audacity. Is The Brazilian a slut, really horny or totally into me? Maybe all three? I feel my cock growing and as it does so she grinds down harder onto it. She’s looking me straight in the eyes as she does so, a lustful look in her eyes. Damn, she’s hot and in more ways than one. I pull her t-shirt up over her head and fling it to one side. Her breasts are squashed into a pink bra and they look amazing. She pulls her elbows in closer together that makes her tits look even bigger. That little act of extra naughtiness does something for her and she throws her head back, letting off an anguished gust of breath.

There’s no stopping this steam-roller now; I have to fuck her. She’ll be so upset and feel rejected if I stop this scene. I hope that this doesn’t jeopardise our chances for a relationship. Oh well, got to hope for the best and make the most of this situation.

I start fiddling with the back of her bra, but she interjects.

“Let’s go to the bedroom” she says.

I love it when a woman says those words. I’m happy to do it anywhere, location doesn’t really matter to me. Sometimes the more dangerous the setting the better the fucking. No, I love those words because of the intent, the desire that resides behind them. The woman before me uttering those sacred words has dropped all her inhibitions, shelved any pretence and wants me to fuck her, usually hard and fast and almost always doggy-style.

Without ceremony or further discussion The Brazilian gets up off me, steps onto the floor, turns her back without making eye contact and strides to the bedroom across the way. I follow like a salivating trophy dog on a leash. A king-size bed dominates the room while unpacked boxes loiter on the periphery. The Brazilian drops the rest of her clothes onto the floor, depriving me of the pleasure of undressing her. Still with her back turned to me she climbs onto the bed and flops herself over onto her back.

She puts her wrists up alongside her head and slowly opens her legs, explicitly, daringly showing me her vagina, which as I had expected was groomed in…a Brazilian style, with a narrow runway strip of pubic hair covering her pussy lips and clitoris.

The Brazilian makes for a fantastic sight. Her light tan speaks of frequent visits to sunny climes that involved topless sunbathing. She’s doing that sexy biting of the bottom lip that makes my cock twitch. Her breasts are exquisite, large and sporting brown-pink nipples that are almost totally erect. Her chest is a little flushed, so she’s very turned-on. Her eyes invite me to do as I please.

I maintain that being a good lover is actually quite simple: all you need to do is pay attention. Nowadays, courtesy of my dating adventures, I also think that simply asking your lover what they would like is not the worst idea. I also get a kick out hearing a woman express her sexual desires; it’s a turn-on for me to hear a woman tell me what she wants. It’s almost always been a surprise to learn what a new lover likes and I’m learning that it’s almost always totally unpredictable.

As I undress myself, I get the naughty talk going.

“Play with yourself for me. Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” I say.

I’ve never been so blunt with a woman in such a moment before. This could be a turn-off I realize as I utter my words. The Brazilian licks a few fingers and starts rubbing her clit. Hmm, nice and obedient. I like that.

“You can do whatever you want with me,” she says with a daring look in her eyes.

That makes my cock harden even more. I’m almost totally naked now. Some women get a kick out of watching a man undress in front of them. Does she?

“Do you have any special request?” I ask. There’s always one thing in particular that a woman likes.

“Hmm, you might find out out that I like something else too,” she hints.

As I clamber onto the bed, moving slowly towards her on my hands and knees in a panther-like crawl, my mind starts racing. I wasn’t too sure what she meant, but my best guess is that she means anal sex. I decide to find out.

“Do you like having things in your arse?” I venture, knowing that this could backfire horribly, but going with the mood of the moment.

“Yes,” The Brazilian wheezes.

“Do you like having fingers in your arse?” I ask, trying to sound unperturbed as I edge closer towards her.


“Do you like having a cock in your arse?” I’m now on my elbows, her pussy close to my face. I’m going to lick her and she knows it.

“Oh, yes.”

“Do you like being fucked in the arse?”

“Yes,” she says, letting out a big breath, now rubbing her clit furiously.

“Do you want me to fuck you in the arse?”


I’m not too surprised to hear this. I have heard and read that Brazilian women enjoy anal sex more than any other nationality. If it hadn’t been for my anal sex experiences with Tech Titan and Krazy Girl, I would probably have been horrified, but nowadays my horizons are broader…broader than a gaping, gasping little arsehole filled with hot, sticky cum.

I say no more and start running my tongue up and down her slippery slit. She takes her hand away and returns it to next to her head. She closes her eyes, giving herself over to pleasure.

Damn, she’s a horny, sensual little thing who’s into anal sex. I didn’t see that coming. The image she projects is that of a prudish, slightly geeky, librarian next door, but in private she wants to be fucked in the arse. What goes on in her head? Maybe I’m so behind the times and don’t know that anal is mainstream for women nowadays? Stop over-thinking; get on with it!

Within a minute I’m fingering her g-spot to anguished approval, licking her clit and tweaking a nipple with my other hand. The Brazilian is keeping her eyes closed and still biting her lower lip. It isn’t long before she’s writhing uncontrollably and my fingers need co-ordinating to keep doing whatever is making her body react like this. She’s not making a sound and is seemingly deliberately holding her breath. Her body shudders twice and I think she’s just had her first orgasm, but she’s totally silent about it. Did she or didn’t she? I’m not sure.

Like a zombie in a horror movie, her eyes spring open, she frees herself from my fingers and tongue, quickly crawls onto her knees and pushes me over onto my back. Wow, where do these sudden bouts of explosive energy come from?

I know what this little sex kitten wants now, so I send my feet pointing to opposite corners at the foot of the bed. The Brazilian latches her mouth onto the top of my largely-erect cock, not bothering to pull the foreskin back while at the same time she makes herself comfortable between my legs. Her head is bouncing around on my erection and she’s constantly changing direction and angle as she feverishly goes down on me. This is impressive cock-sucking; such enthusiasm. She’s in a cocknotic state.

She slowly pulls down on my shaft and takes with it my foreskin. Still with her eyes closed she licks all around my bell-end, sliding her tongue around, over and under every contour, as if it was the creamiest ice-cream on a hot Summer’s day. Her tongue eagerly slides up and down every side of my shaft.

I realize that she’s lubricating my penis. I don’t think it’s necessary given how juicy she was a minute ago. I’m nearly fully erect and wonder if she really wants my cock in her arse. Now that she has an idea of the size of it, has she changed her mind?

“Is that cock big enough for you?” I ask coyly.

“It’ll do,” she says laughing, looking up momentarily, then biting her bottom lip and forcing herself down onto my cock again.

Wait, did I see correctly in that instant? I need to check. I need a ruse to make her look up at me again.

“You’re a good little cock-sucker,” I say and it has the desired effect. She looks up at me again for a second before continuing to suck on me.

Yes, I saw right! Her one eye has gone squint! It’s pointing towards her nose; her one sky-blue iris is almost touching the corner of her eye! Sucking my cock has made her go squint.

Let’s call that ‘cock-eyed’, shall we?

Yeah, sucking my cock has turned her into the cock-eyed Brazilian. I like that one; it’s one for the memory bank.

Aaw, look, she’s struggling to get her mouth around my cock now. Most women struggle and give up after a while once the novelty has worn off, but this little cock-eyed Brazilian is determined to keep sucking away on it.

To Be Continued…

Narrowing the field while playing it

The Russian MILF can go play in the traffic, I have no time for flaky people like her. It’s always about them, these Takers. I decide to not contact her, letting her think whatever she chooses because I’ve learned that the greatest disservice you can do anyone is to just let them carry on as they are. We are all our own worst enemy until someone enlightens us. She doesn’t deserve enlightening from me.

As for the other Russian, the Tiny one, she’s not for me either. She at least merits a phone-call from me, so I call her intending to let her know my thoughts. On Tuesday night Tiny Russian cheerily answers and we fall into a polite conversation about nothing in particular. Sadly it isn’t long before she starts telling me about the gory details of the court case against her ex-husband in an attempt to wring more money out of him for their daughter’s needs. I would love to hear his side of the story. After all he made the effort to give her a better life outside of Russia and fathered a child with her. As I listen to her belittling him I feel vindicated in my decision to bid her goodbye. I think of all the other Russian women I’ve encountered on my quest and conclude that getting involved with a Russian woman feels akin to a spider wrapping a web around me that is made of sickly sweet syrup.

After listening to her then moaning about her work situation I decide that I’ve heard enough. I interrupt her and deliver my preferred and practised series of words that let a woman know that I’m not interested in her. I always find this part of modern dating tricky because I have no idea how a woman feels about me. Finding the right balance of words and ideas isn’t easy but I proceed as thoughtfully as I can. As I say my piece it dawns on me that rarely has a woman contacted me to let me know that she’s not interested in me. They seem to sit in their ivory towers feigning disinterest when it suits them, preferring to have men making all the running while steadfastly espousing gender equality when it pleases them. It still falls on the man to make the first move in a nightclub or on a dating site, for a man to suggest a venue for the initial rendezvous, for a man to always pick up the phone first in the early days of a relationship, if he ever gets that far risking and enduring possible rejection every step of the way. It always amuses me when I hear a woman say, “all men are the same” because I’m certain that such a woman has treated all men in the same way. Perhaps there are times when the right of rejection should be reserved for men. If I respect the woman then I make the effort to end matters as gracefully as I can. If I don’t respect the woman then I make no effort to contact her again, such as I have done with the Russian MILF.

I detect a sense of disappointment in Tiny Russian’s response of “oh…okay.” My days of rescuing damsels in distress are behind me. I say my final goodbye and it doesn’t bother me as much as it would have a year ago. I wonder how she’d feel about me knowing that after I saw her I spent the afternoon with another woman and then fucked another woman later that night? How would she like me now?

On Saturday I meet Busty Blonde and it’s an uplifting experience. She is bubbly and positive, traits that are in short supply with the majority of women whom I’ve met through online dating. We go to the Natural History and adjoining Science Museum in Earl’s Court where we spend most of the day wandering around, talking about what we’re seeing and know of. She does have an intellectual bent to her, something I might be accused of too upon occasion. Our brains entwine and time flies by; she is good company. We brave the rain to find an Italian restaurant for a late lunch. Conversation never ceases and not once do I feel bored. There’s a wonderfully relaxed feeling between us and I find it liberating after some of the horror dates that I’ve endured.

Darkness grips London and we make our way back to her place where my car is parked…with my dirty weekend bag in the trunk. Busty Blonde invites me inside for a coffee which I gratefully accept because my bones feel cold. We indulge in a light bout of kissing on her sofa which she enjoys more than me. She probably hasn’t had sex in a while; her response to my lips tells me that. I can quite happily spend all night talking to her, but I make my excuses about having to leave to meet a “friend”, a detail that offers no meaning to her. She’s such an innocent, but I like that because it makes me feel safe with her. That feeling is rare to come by nowadays it seems.

I wonder how she’d like me now if she knew I was about to go spend the night with another woman?

I drive for almost two hours to get to Travel Gal and during the drive I find myself wondering what tonight would bring. I’m dying to know why she won’t give me head. I know that that’s not the best reason to be seeing someone, but it’s the truth. Yes, I do want to get to know her better as a person and see if there is relationship potential between us, but this sexual puzzle is foremost in my heads.

This time Travel Gal has a light dinner waiting for me. Unfortunately she has a bad cold and is lethargic. I’m sympathetic and easily agree to her request to stay in and watch movies. There isn’t much else around to do for almost an hour’s drive in any direction anyway. Sitting indoors on a cold Winter’s night, snuggled up in front of a television is not the worst way to get to know someone. However, she doesn’t seem quite herself and I wonder if she’s having reservations about me. It’s usually around the third or fourth date when women seem to drop their mask and exhibit bad or their behaviour with me. Eventually she tells me what’s bugging her and my thoughts are misplaced.

“My dog is poorly too. He’s been struggling to walk the last few days. I took him to the vet today and she said he might have an inoperable hip condition,” she says.

Right, so that explains her reserved attitude on top of her not feeling well. I guess tonight will be something of a dead loss. We sit in near silence, like an over-married couple who are together out of habit more than anything. This is only our fourth date and it’s starting to feel stale already. As we sit mesmerised by the screen I start wondering about what future dates with her will be like. There’s nothing much to do out here in the Styx. You can only fuck each other so much before that becomes stale too.

“Time for bed,” Travel Gal announces.

The dog slowly raises his head, apparently understanding her words before gingerly and painfully raising himself. Labradors are famous for their hip complaints and this old fellow might be nearing his long sleep, but I’m not going to say anything like that to her. I suspect that the thought has crossed her mind.

I expect to only spoon with Travel Gal tonight. Her cold is raging and she’s barely moved or said anything all night. However, she has other ideas.

She comes into the bedroom where I’m just finishing getting undressed. Her robe drops to the floor and she’s naked, standing like Botticelli’s Venus, except she’s making no effort to modestly hide her lady bits. Travel Gal has a serious look in her eye. Does she want me to take her?

Before I can decide or do anything she steps forward and pushes me backwards onto the bed. She starts kissing me all over. Where has all this energy come from suddenly? Ah, she’s been thinking about this and her cold isn’t going to stop her from making her fantasy come true. Kisses rain down on my body and it feels good. It isn’t long before before she’s kissing, licking and sucking my balls. We haven’t said much all night so it’s not anything I’ve said that has led to this course of action on her part. Her brain was turned on before I arrived.

Travel Gal takes her time licking up and down the shaft of my penis. Is she finally going to suck the head? Has she just been playing a silly game? Has she been working up to this, building the anticipation, because that’s what she really enjoys?

“Lie with your head on the pillows,” she says, gesturing towards the headboard.

I do as instructed and move myself ninety degrees. She obviously needs more space.

Travel Gal clambers onto the bed and then mounts me, slowly sliding herself onto my erection. Her pussy feels tighter tonight, perhaps because I haven’t fingered her. I put my hands either side of my head; I want to see what she’s going to do. She puts her hands on my chest which causes her beautiful breasts to bunch up and rest on the top of her puny biceps. Her eyes are closed as she starts to ride me. Why does she have trouble with eye-contact during sex?

With a touch of urgency her hips start grinding down onto my groin. She tilts her head back and her hips speed up. I can feel the bed under us starting to move in time with her. Travel Gal starts letting off her chant of “oh yeah…oh yeah” as I lie there, transfixed by the sight of her riding me. Only her fingertips are touching the bottom of my ribcage now and I watch her tits starting to bounce around. The bed is squeaking but I don’t think that she can hear it. She raises her hands, puts them behind her head and brings her elbows together in front of her face. Why does she do that? I know now that that’s her sign of being close to cumming, but I find it an odd thing to do.

The joints of the bed are very loose and the frame is now rocking backwards and forwards with her hip motion. She couldn’t be going any faster. No woman has ever ridden me like this before; it’s quite impressive. I hope she cums soon because this bed is about to fall apart. Now that would make for quite a story. Hang on a second. These joints have been loose for quite some time. Just how many guys has she fucked like this?

Just then Travel Gal lets off an almighty scream that the neighbours must have heard. Her body shudders and shakes as she slows down her riding motion. My pelvic bones suddenly feel a little sensitive. She collapses into a heap next to me and adopts a fetal position with her eyes still closed.

My heart is pounding and I want to cum too. Normally I’m happy to cuddle for a few minutes before taking my turn, but tonight things are different. My raging boner demands instant satisfaction. Seeing her riding me like that was quite a turn-on.

I get onto my knees and roll her over onto her knees. Her arse is pointing upwards while she’s still panting into the bedding. My cock slides easily into her pussy. Usually I fuck a woman for at least a quarter of an hour, but normally for an hour before I put her on The Hook. Tonight I shall dispense with that courtesy, largely because she’s already very turned on…and she won’t suck my cock. I have to get my kicks in other ways.

My cock has only thrust into her vagina a couple of times before I suck my thumb. How’s she going to react to this now? I slowly slide my thumb into her arse and I take a peek at her face as I do so. Her face doesn’t change and she lets off a subtle “oh yeah”. Travel Gal likes having things in her arse. That just has to be why she won’t go down on me because she expects my cock to go into her arse.

It doesn’t take long for me to cum. I usually do shortly after putting a woman on The Hook. There’s a naughtiness to it that does things for me. Again I’m grateful for pumping my cum into a woman who has been through menopause and can’t fall pregnant. I don’t know what I’d do if I got a woman pregnant.

We fall asleep without saying a word to each other. This has been a strange night. Am I starting to see her true colours? Is she a Misery?

The next morning, just like last Sunday, Travel Gal gets up to let her dog into the back yard and she starts making breakfast. I have no choice but to get dressed and join her. We start our day together with a kiss and a hug. She starts telling me about her hobby of baking and how she enters competitions that she usually wins something for. Again breakfast is excellent, but her cold is still gripping her. Conversation is stilted.

The day drags by as we sit in front of the television watching chick-flicks. I don’t mind movies like that because it gives me an insight into the female psyche. However, there are limits and by sundown I’m bored. I’m not easily bored but my options in this environment are limited. I’m tempted to say my goodbye claiming to fear catching her cold, but then I realize something about Travel Gal: she’s lonely. Vestiges of my White Knight Syndrome come to the fore of my behaviour.

I start doing DIY chores around her house. I’m quite good with my hands and not just in the g-spot sense. Unassembled, badly assembled and broken wooden things get assembled or fixed. Bottles and jars that she could never open are finally opened for her. Electrical devices that are troublesome are put back in full working order. Her television aerial which only allowed her to watch three channels gets seen to so that she has five channels now.

I spend the night with her, but we don’t have sex. She’s too ill for that. While she falls asleep in my arms I wonder about how future dates – a relationship even – with her will look and I don’t like what I see. It’s going to be too repetitive, too restrictive, too boring…and she won’t go down on me.

On the Monday morning I get up first and let the dog out. I watch him hobble around before having difficulty taking a dump. Poor old fella; he’s in pain. His mistress isn’t much better when I go back upstairs. She has a fever and I convince her to not go to work. I make her breakfast in bed, load her night-stand with medicines, make her her favourite tea just how she likes it and turn on the television in the bedroom to distract her, handing her the remote that I had fixed. I can see in her eyes that she’s not used to this level of service from a man.

I say my goodbye to Travel Gal with a kiss on the forehead, then head downstairs where I pour water and pellets into bowls for her dog. I pull the door to her cottage closed behind me. As I do so I wonder if I’ll ever be back here.

I drive home on a blustery Monday morning with my head full of thoughts about Busty Blonde and Travel Gal. What would each of them say if they knew about the existence of the other? Would they like me now?

The Heavy – How You Like Me Now

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Travel Gal better give the best blowjob known to mankind. That’s what is going through my head as I slowly make my way to Travel Gal on this January night. Driving through unfamiliar country roads of endless twists and turns in the dark during a raging storm is not my idea of fun. I don’t want to drive one-way for 2 hours only to not get a blowjob. If she refuses to go down on me, she just has to go. There are a few sensation in life that I love: the taste of milk chocolate hobnobs, tiramisu, cheesy doritos, a meat feast pizza, a cold cider…and a blowjob. No blow, she go. Simples.

I eventually find her home which is part of a series of stone cottages in the middle of nowhere next to a pub. I use the knocker on her door and her dog inside goes ballistic. Good guard doggy. Please don’t bite me. I wonder if Travel Gal will? I’m holding a bottle of wine in my hand, leaving my dirty weekend bag in my car. If I arrived holding that it might seem presumptuous, although from our last conversation the other night I got the impression that I’d be spending the night. I decide that discretion is the better part of valour.

Travel Gal greets me warmly and gives me a kiss on the lips; quite a welcome. Doggy recognizes me and his tail starts swatting furniture. I present the wine and she disappears into the kitchen with it. Her home is cosy, a stereotypical English cottage like the one in The Holiday. Hmm, is she going to be my Cameron Diaz?

“I haven’t prepared a dinner because there’s a pub I’d like to take you to,” she says.

“Oh, perchance the one next door?” I ask, trying not to sound like a smartass.

“No, the one we’re going to is a little drive away in the next village,” she says pouring fresh water for the dog then putting her leather coat on.

“The one next door no good then?” I ask, wondering if it’s a horrible dive. She’s quite classy, so will naturally avoid places like that.

“No, it’s my local and it’s good. I just don’t want people seeing us together in there just yet,” she says opening the door and ushering me out.

I’m not too sure what to make of that and just smile mawkishly to preserve the peace. Without a word I get into the passenger seat of her car which smells like soggy doggy. It seems like she has this all planned. This night is going to be interesting.

Travel Gal drives at breakneck speed through blackened lanes of murky ink that are obviously familiar to her. This reminds me of Pretty Teacher’s driving habits. I resist the urge to turn into a driving instructor. Must preserve the peace if I want my knob polished. I wonder if she swallows?

The quaint pub we end up in is deserted, so we have privacy by the cartload out here. The staff have different English accents, I’m so far from home. The food is surprisingly good, the wine suitable and the conversation sparkling. Travel Gal and I have no problem keeping each other intellectually stimulated, challenged and amused. All through our banter I’m treating our words as foreplay because I know that a woman’s mind needs to be turned on before her body is. I’m as subtle as can be, lacing witticisms with double entendres.

Yes, my highest priority for this encounter is sex. I’m incredibly curious about what happened on our last date which led to her being satisfied a few times but left me befuddled. Does she have an aversion to penises? Are we sexually compatible? These two things I have to know. Of course I want to get to know her better as a person, finding out what makes her tick, seeing if we have relationship potential, but those are secondary in my mind. Will the evening be ending with a long drive back home for me, or am I sleeping on the sofa with the dog’s farts for company? Or is something entirely unexpected going to happen?

Back at her place she sets about her evening routine of seeing to the dog and securing her home. I don’t know what to do with myself so I go upstairs to investigate the bedroom arrangements. We’ve not said a word about if I’d be spending the night but that has been implied, well at least I think it’s been.

The bedroom is something that Beatrix Potter would approve of. Old wooden furniture is in daily use, the bedding and curtains are chintzy. The bed is of the four-poster type of a good height. If I take her from behind then she can hold onto a corner post. I’ve always thought that that’s what those were for.

Travel Gal joins me in the bedroom having brushed her teeth. I’m not 100% sure what to do next, but I know that it’s up to me to initiate what I think she’s expecting. Have I done enough to get her in the mood? Shit, if I get this wrong it’s going to backfire horribly and I’m going to make a fool of myself and be overcome with embarrassment, but I have no choice but to go for it.

I gently pull Travel Gal to me and we begin to kiss. In what must have resembled a scene from The Flash, a flurry of frenetic activity sees clothes go flying around the room. One thing is definite: she fancies me.

Within a minute we’re both naked and she’s lying on her back on the four-poster double bed that dominates the room. I’m going down on her and, for an older woman who told me that she’s been through menopause, she has no problem getting juicy. Travel Gal must be healthy because there’s no funny smell to her natural lubricant; I’ve always appreciated that in a woman.

I introduce a finger to the mix and it finds her g-spot.

“I read up about the g-spot,” she says.

“Oh, really?” Should I stop what I’m doing? Is that her innuendo? I lift my head.

“Yes, I don’t think I’m a g-spot girl. I’m very much a clitoris girl,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Okay, noted,” I respond, releasing her g-spot.

“Stroke my clit gently up and down, not sideways,” she instructs.

That’s what I’m liking about older women: they know what they like and aren’t afraid to ask for it.

Did The Graduate get this degree of instruction from Mrs Robinson? Every woman has her own style or requirement. I’m learning that no two women are the same in bed. The single best thing a man can do in bed with a woman is to pay attention to her needs and preferences. If he doesn’t, a clock somewhere starts ticking. Naturally that works both ways.

I do as instructed and it doesn’t take long before she cums with a suppressed scream…and that sit-ups-like position with her hands behind her head, elbows almost touching so as to hide her face. What the hell is that about? I won’t ask. Okay, I’m going to, just not tonight.

Cuddling with a woman after I’ve made her cum is one of life’s sweet moments for me. That raw vulnerability mixed with trust makes me feel alive, valued and manly. I caress her as she lies against me. Her skin is like velvet and I like stroking her. She likes it too. Most women like to be stroked and not just between the legs.

Travel Gal pushes herself away from me. Going to the loo I suspect. I’m wrong. She starts kissing my face, my throat and shoulders. God, her lips feel wonderful. She’s taking her time about it; I love it when a woman does that. Wait a sec, I didn’t tell her that this is what I like! How does she know?! She doesn’t; it’s what she wants to do.

Oh lordy, have I found someone sexually compatible in Travel Gal? Could I finally get this lucky? After all these months of disappointments, false starts and lies, am I finally being rewarded?

Travel Gal is kissing the inside of my thighs and is working her way up to my groin. Her hair falls playfully onto my skin and that heightens what I’m feeling…heavenly. All my troubles, worries and responsibilities gently fade away as I feel her lips making their inexorable way to my genitals.

I love that feeling of anticipation that builds as a woman’s mouth is heading for my cock. The physical pleasure is obvious, but with me it also comes with a sense of giving that I appreciate. This woman is giving me pleasure, giving me wondrous sensations, giving me what I want and, to an extent, what I need.

Her tongue is warm and slippery as it glides slowly over my testicles. I’m so glad I manscaped down there this morning. The itching next week will be worth it.

Sensually she sucks one testicle into her mouth, swirls her tongue around it…wait, where’d she learn that?!…no woman’s ever done that before!…shut up, lie back and enjoy it, you dumbass. She does the same with my other testicle.

Oh yeah, now we’re getting to the main event. She’s gripped my cock, is holding it upright in front of her face and has begun tenderly licking the shaft like it’s a giant ice cream. Not long now until she’s sucking on the head of my penis. All eight thousand of my nerve endings collected there will be jangling in her mouth and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. Yes, almost there, any second now, all that life-reinforcing warm wonderfullness around my knob…

“Right, that’s enough of that,” Travel Gal suddenly says, letting go of my cock and it flops onto my belly like a dead fish.

What the fuck?!!!


To be continued…