One exciting ride.
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Posted:Oct 10, 2011 2:43 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2024 5:47 am
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So I was in the train today going towards work, when I had a gorgeous young Lass sitting opposite of me, with a luscious set of lips, gorgeous eyes, long dark blonde hair. Basically the entire picture.. I felt like writing something, So I did. Managed to make a similar post that looked very much like the original and I thought I'd share it with you.
The day starts out beautiful, the trees and grass green. The soft damp brightening up the green even more by the bright light of the morning glory. We've promised to meet one another together with friends for a morning pick-nick. Your already there, sitting on the pick-nick blanket with your shoes out; hips on the ground and legs to the side. You look ever more the woman then you already are. That gorgeous long hair covering your beautiful busty frame, a true picture of femininity. I greet you with a pleasant smile of my own; asking whether you've been waiting long and if the others were already there as well.
Your responds comes quickly and with a cute little frowned face.. The others had called off; with a smile you say that they don't find you important. I offer up a small laugh, dismissing it with that it might very well be a trick to hook us up. You give up a shocked face, and even before you can respond with anything witty I say; "Hah, is it that disappointing that we're all alone? Good to know! My face is drawn with a ridiculous look of shock, but with a bright and cheeky grin upon it. You make a witty comment, but none-the-less the challenging and exciting conversation setting was made. In all honesty I am a little flabbergasted looking at you. Somehow, a ridiculous turn on. We choose to pick-nick together. And it's a lot of fun, but I can't seem to hide my arusement. My eyes locked into a swirling dance of temptation; every second beaming out that sexual challenge. It's obvious that you feel it as much as I do as well. those unspoken words hanging in the air. At some point you lay your head on my lower belly as we look up at the sky as we speak. It's all very casual, but something about the deserted area and the look of the surrounding just makes it feel like one romantic paradise. And as we start to talk again, my effort to hide my excitement pays no fruit. My face flushed with rushing hot blood as I start to become really hot for you. My breathing comes harder as the shame of my feelings and the fear of being dismissed takes hold on me. Your soft and warm hair feeling like a electric shock upon my bare flesh as we still keep on laying in the position. I manage to overcome it simply by putting my arm over your chest in a gentle embrace. Your gorgeous soft skin is starting to give off a erotic scent, quite possibly in reaction to my own. My shaft becomes every harder of the erotic fantasies that your scent evokes in my head, and eventually I sit up with your head laying on my lap. Your looking at me confused as to what I am doing but before you have a chance to say anything. I have mustered the courage to give you a passionate and lustful kiss. As if enthralled by the moment you find yourself reacting to my kissing in kind. Slowly being gripped in a closing embrace of each others arms. My arms dance around your body at the overpowering beginning. Especially as I feel your soft hands running past my chest. Down my stomach and towards my groin. The feeling of it so enthralling;that my arms are locked around your hips and lower back. It only takes a second before I recatch my thoughts and start kissing your exposed neck. As the intentions start to become sexual my teeth often softly sinking into your flesh, as my fingers stroke over the soft skin under your shirt. Especially ones your hands dart over my belt-buckle as they clumsily try to force open my pants I let off a soft moan at the idea and intensity of the situation, continued by quite possibly the most passionate kiss I've ever had.
Regardless of your actions I take control, and as you force my hard shaft into your hands, I push you backwards; in one fluid move opening your bra, and almost as you hit the ground I've forced your shirt open, and am kissing along your neck and chest, through the center of your gorgeous breasts down your stomach and waist. As my hands stroke over your pants and past your buttons, one by one they open. And each time it's celebrated by a kiss on your gorgeous flesh. You start to act hesitantly as I pull your pants from your waist. But as I start kissing the inner parts of your legs, stroking the other.. Slowly towards your groin. All hesitation falls into oblivion. The outdoors forgotten, the pick-nick forgotten. Only the lust and passion for each others naked bodies. As I reach the center of your spread legs, I shove your panties out of the way. But before, I do anything My tongue and lips kiss your inner thighs. Expanding the moment as my right hand strokes over your hips and down the side of your waist. As my tongue moves ever closer to your vagina, I feel the shivers over your body. And before you have time to recover from that. My lips and tongue are occupied in a light swirling dance of pleasure. I feel the air escape your body as the longing of such intense pleasure comes to a end. And as you lay there, with your hands behind my head enjoying the pleasure, my message comes towards a end.
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We get along like a House on Fire.
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Posted:Sep 26, 2011 4:01 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2024 5:47 am
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Welcome to my first blog here on Affairlook. Instead of given you some boring introduction; I'll take you to where the fire is.
Three years ago I met a petite woman called Ani through work. From the first moment on, I thought we wouldn't get along. She seemed a tat girly and she had a certain arrogance that only suits one kind of woman. Regardless, we were forced to work together on a project at the time. Soon already I figured that there was a little more to this woman then I thought.
Somehow, the two of us hit it off. We had the same kind of humor, the same kind of naughty little glare in our eyes; Not to even mention the slight sadistic but sexual grin. Obviously, there were secret sparks of excitement blistering between us. But situation was, we were both having a relationship of some sort; She was dating a corporate hot-shot and I had been together with someone for more then 3 years already.
Luckily my relation was one of luxury, and as my friendship with Ani hit it off. She was soon introduced to my better-half of my relationship. She; being bi-sexual found a surprising excitement in this new co-worker of mine and thus boundaries were soon shattered. Even to the point of a very hot and steamy three-way. Needless to say, things would only be like that for a short period of time. Within a few weeks we saw the project to a end, and she was send back to Finland to work on a different project. I kept contact though, slight-on-and-off chats filled with a load of personal information and fantasies. She was easy to understand, her mindset equally as exciting as mine; and her sexual preference all but to easy to read as the connection between our taste was on par to one another. But as is always the case with these things, at some point you loose sight. We did see each other for a hand full of times, and knowing how alternative she was it was finally a pleasure to see her in her full glory. In her hot PVC dress, dressed to impress. Piercings puncturing her lips and tongue. She was my little entourage and every time we danced our eyes locked in hot and sexy showdown. One trying to impress the other just a little more. We were hot for each other, and we darn well knew it. Just the tension and excitement was worth so much more then that inevitable wild night. We lay next to each other at night our bodies wet from the sweet sexual sweat and our appetite for each other not even nearly sedated, but so free from the rest of the world through our sexual encounter.
Time passed again, and my relationship came to a end. We didn't really have contact much. Since I knew she was trying to make a relationship work and that my presence would only make it that much harder for her. I was her re-bound for awhile, every time she felt frustrated or just needed her life to be filled with passion we talked, but no more then ones every few months or so. Soo clearly we started to miss it.
She came online just two-days ago.She didn't feel comfortable with herself as she gained a slight bit of weight and her job came to a unpaid halt. So clearly she had some stress around, but we both felt it coming. We started chatting, and through it all she unleashed her every emotion. We talked for ages and through a little sexual reassuring I managed to get her ready to go out and feel totally hot about herself. It was a teasing conversation and even though I was left behind in a wild rage of lust. It satisfied me to my very core to know she was feeling hot and sexy.
The night passed, and the next day we spoke to each other again. This time over the phone and as our voices left our throat we felt the shiver and tremble in our voice. So we played a little bit around the time we used to have together. The sexual fantasies I used to write her by email, only for her eyes only.. she was my little muse. She admitted that she still read through them quite a lot. They got her every time, I had to agree with her. I had always felt such pleasure while writing them, not just by the physical indulgence but to be able to tell someone you lust for your fantasy through every little detail.
It was a very long conversation. From phone to chat, whenever it was required for me to be a little more politically correct. but the truth of the matter was that we were seeking each other out. I knew when she was touching herself, and I made it painfully obvious that she was driving me to the boundaries of sanity. There were moments I could hardly refrain myself from masturbating. Moments where my hands were stroking over my jeans as I tried to hide my excitement in the airplane and in the taxi. It was too much, and as I entered my hotel suite I let go of every little fabric of self-control and as did she. Talking through-out the night, daring each other to do things. Dancing around naked as we pleasured ourselves for each other. We didn't want it to ever come to a end, even as we talked and guessed how long it would still take for the sun to get up. We didn't stop, until she finally fell asleep out of exhaustion.
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