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1:08 pm Thursday, 16th May, 2013

After much faffing about we finally met in a wine bar. As agreed she was wearing a blue hat so finding eachother was easy. We started to chat and began to laugh. And flirt. And touch. A lot. The original glass of wine became a bottle and we left for her place.
The moment the door was shut we embraced and I felt her body against me. She must have felt my cock as she started grinding against me - to the point where I was worried about coming in my pants. I pushed her away firmly and she turned and led me up stairs.
In her room she took off her dress, revealing her firm body. "Strip and get on the bed!" she ordered. I complied.
The moment my head was on the matress she straddled me. "Eat me!" she commanded.
So I did. Licking her labia, teasing he clitoris and devouring her. She was very wet, and I could feel her juice running down my chin.
She started to move, rubbing hersefl on my nose and face, her pubes rasping against my skin. I held still by her by her rump and my tongue really went to work. She moaned, and came. And came, and came.
"I need cock!" She moved, and lowered her hot self onto my cock. She leant forward and I felt her nipples rubbing my chest. "Don't you dare come until I give you permission..."
I closed my eyes as she started to move on me. Up, down, left right. The pleasure was exquisite and I could feel the cum welling up inside of me.

I opened my eyes.

I'm in front of a computer, typing this. How bloody sad is that?



Comments
12:34 am Friday, 17th May, 2013

Most of us have similar dreams and should be unashamed of the inner urge to share passion they portray. Sad? Not a bit. They keep us aware of why we welcome the reality of the slightly awkward, not-quite-what-we-expected, tongue-tied, uncertain, understated, vulnerable real-life meeting that that may suddenly click into a mutual connection that dreams and memories are made of.

5:20 am Wednesday, 20th August, 2014

Wilf: Why merely settle for fingering the keyboard? I'm sure it's secretly waiting to be wined and dined, then rubbed sensually with baby oil. Who knows where things could lead ? :-)

4:25 am Thursday, 21st August, 2014

It's a good job that the wine bar was not the one frequented by the local constabulary, or the blue hat might have been a problem.

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