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Posted:Aug 26, 2007 9:46 pm
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This is a sticky post so it is always at the top. My latest post is the one below. Thank you.
All comments on this post are set for review only, so anybody can leave a message, even standard members, and only I will be able to see them.
And I promise, I will not publish them.
Look forward to hearing from you soon.
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Under the Table
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Posted:Mar 29, 2016 7:13 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 2:24 am
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Last Thursday, just before the Easter Break, out at a meeting at a hotel conference room, 12 of us sat around a table, 9 points had been agreed, two remained outstanding, one of which after an hour remain steadfastly blocked from any reasonable solution when the lovely lady opposite removed her glasses to rub the bridge of her nose, a smile on her face she leaned forward, and said "Sorry, but as I removed my glasses, I dropped my pen, and it has rolled over towards you, would you mind getting it for me?"
I replied "Certainly, not an issue"
As I went down to reach it, I saw her skirt slightly rolled up, black stocking held up by the most beautiful turquoise lacy suspenders, her matching panties pushed to one side by the palm of her hand, two fingers holding her labia open, a third finger flicking across her clit.
The moistness causing her to appear iridescent, her juice's making the redness of her enlarging clitoris shine, seen in full as her finger moved down to catch juice just as it escaped from her pussy. Well caught, she quickly returned to what she was doing.
Conscience of how long it appeared that I was looking for the pen, I returned topside, handed her the pen, noticing for the first time beyond her business-like blouse the turquoise colour of her bra, as her pert and enlarge nipples pushing the fabric outwards.
At the end of the meeting we exchanged business cards, and chatted for a few moments.
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Posted:Feb 13, 2016 8:46 am
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2016 6:13 am
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This morning I received a text message from a young lady I know with a link to her JustGiving Page, has on Sunday 21st of February she is doing something for Charity. I think I might sponsor her.
“It read On Sunday 21st of February, starting at 10am I am doing a Half Masturbation for Charity”
Lol, I had a chuckle reading it, and then I phoned her
I pointed out what it said, and she said “ Shit, Marathon, I meant Marathon, Shit, I have sent it to 120 people by a group SMS site on the web”
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Camera Angle -Modern Day Sexual issues
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Posted:Feb 10, 2016 2:28 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 2:24 am
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Yesterday evening, I was on a train, seated behind me as I was to later realise were three ladies, now they entered the carriage after I was seated and from the other end, so I had not seen any of them.
The train was not busy, and in fact, noticeable quiet, a smattering of seats taken, mainly that had been reserved in advance so were spread along the whole length of the compartment. As the train pulled out of the station, there were the usually noises, clips on briefcase and zips on bags, and behind me the sound of magazines being found and put on the table.
The train pulled out of the platform, and we could not have been traveling for more than ten minutes, and them a voice from the group behind mentioned the forthcoming Oscars, and more specifically the Gift Bags given out to the nominees and winners, and it’s value. One of the girls mentioned that it contained a vibrator, immediately another piped up and said
“What so special about it?”
The third voice asked
“What is it called again, I will look it up on my iPad”
They looked, and its speciality was that it was to be used before play begins, an arouser, well that sparked a debate.
Clearly, the first girl to mentioned it, laughed and said to one of the other girls (Who turned out to be the third one, the one that looked it up on the iPad,)
“Well you won’t need it, your new fella is hung like a ”
The reply
“Yeah, he is, and because of it, his reputation means that he was always able to get a girl, but he has no finesse, there is no foreplay, because of it’s size he wants it sucked to help it get hard, then he literally rams it in my pussy, he has no sense of its length or how deep he is going, for a second it is pleasurable but then it just hurts. As soon as it cums, that’s it, it's finished. I can’t even go to the bathroom afterwards and finish myself off because I am sore”
The first girl asked
“Are you serious”
The third replied
“The only time I get to orgasm now is on a Saturday afternoon when he is at football, and only then if we ain’t had a bit on Friday night and he has left me sore”
At that point the second girl interjected
“Christ, and I thought I had it bad, my sex life has been shit for the past year or so,”
“Why”
Asked the third Girl
The second girl expanded by saying
“Not every time but I reckon it is only good about one in five times, he just wants to take picture, his cock in my mouth, or entering my pussy, he spends more time on camera angles, moving lights than pleasing me”
“Trouble is, I am 35, we have two , if I don’t do it how it wants it, he’ll leave, I am stuck in a rut, too old to find someone new, anyway, I wouldn’t want to bring a new bloke into the house with the , you know”
“You know, I used to love it with him, there genuinely wasn’t a time when he didn’t make me cum, now I can’t remember the last time I did, and I am just not comfortable doing a solo”
The first girl exclaimed
“I am shocked you put up with it, if you are not comfortable with it, tell no more photo till he makes you climax” “and as for you. young lady, he is only living with you, in your flat, tell him to jog on, you deserve better, if it is that bad, then it is not fun and he is not showing you respect.
Almost in unison, the second and third girls asked the first
“So what about you and your hubby then”
So the first said
“Well the first time I saw him naked and erect in front of me, I thought this is going to be a one-night stand, he wasn’t small, but below average, and smaller than I had ever had so I thought I deserve better than that but that night in the hotel, he was attentive, put my needs first, and made me cum and I though fuck if he can do that not knowing my body then what is it going to be like once he does”
She then went on to say
“In 22 years we have gone through a period of nearly eight months when we just did not have sex, To break the cycle of not having sex, because we were busy or stressed etc, we agreed to do it every Saturday night or Sunday morning, people might find that boring but it soon meant we were doing it a few times a week, yes, there have been a few times when he would not rise to the occasion but he still took care of my needs, likewise, there are times when I have done it just to please him and you wouldn’t have made me cum with a jackhammer, but that is love, compromise, putting someone else's needs first.
When we reached the terminus stop, and I was getting ready to leave the train, I saw three completely normal, attractive ladies aged possibly between 27-30, 35-40 and the 38-42 and, of course, to look at, I could not tell which was carrying which story, although I assumed the oldest one was the first.
I learned a lot from it, you never know what goes on behind closed doors but two out of three, in this case, need to talk to their partners. If you have a conversation that needs to had, do it.
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Supermarket Treat
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Posted:Feb 9, 2016 8:26 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 2:24 am
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Yesterday, I parked in a supermarket carpark, and the heavy rain and high winds which had been troubling all day, began to give some respite first the rain stop, and the winds slowed from a gale but remained strong when a woman of about 35, very beautiful came into my vision as the wipers cleared the last of the remaining water from my screen.
Noticeable though the grey and white material of her blouse were very pert breasts, smallish but more than a handful but with decent size Areola looking like copper coins pushing out, nipples standing erect possibly due to the wet and coldness of the day
She went to the rear door of a new Mitsubishi Shogun parked directly in front of me, opened it hold on to the trolley with one hand to stop the wind moving it as she opened the door she moved in closer to start to put her shopping away, certainly without warning the wind caught the door, causing it to close, her belly leaned on the edge of the car and she lifted her leg to hold the door open.
It was then, I saw her all her glory, she exposed her Vulva to me her inner lips just showing slightly below the outer ones, she must have felt a draught, because her hand shot there in a second, I could see her feel it. She dropped her leg, stood and turned around, seeing me she winked, sat back on the loading area of her car, re-lifting her skirt, I could clearly see hair just on her Pubis, her finger parted her lips, one touching her clit rubbing up and down and then into her womanhood.
As she again stood, her finger took her taste to her own lips, licking her fingers, losing them within her mouth, after which she finished packing the car, took the trolley back, and went to the driver’s door, opened it, and that was the last I expected to see of her. But no, after leaning in for a minute or two she straightened up then she turned and walked towards me.
Now, I immediately had negative thoughts, I thought here goes, she is coming over to have a go, you know “Oh, did you get a good look” or “Enjoy the show” but no, as I opened the window, she handed me a Business Card, and on the back, she has written her home phone and private mobile, and the message call anytime, on the front is her picture, with office and work mobile. The picture clearly reflects how lovely she is, and a Chartered Accountant too.
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Taste of a woman
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Posted:Feb 9, 2016 7:40 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2016 11:37 am
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I was wondering if anyone has thoughts about the taste of their partner, I know in the title I said of a woman, but I guess I should open the question up to everyone.
Is there anyone for example who thinks that the natural hair colour of their partner makes a difference to the taste of their partners Love juices\Semen. I, for example have always preferred the taste of natural redheads and brunettes Love Juices.
Another aspect of this is after a pregnancy, has that affected the taste at all, I felt one time for about seven months afterward any trace of sweetness had gone, and whilst the new taste was not unpleasant it just not what it had been.
And if pregnancy can have an effect what about the menopause (The Change) does that have an effect. I know from speaking to a woman that had been through Menopause, she said Oral sex had finally become pleasurable to her, before it her husband would always ask if it was OK to do it, afterwards, she would awaken to him between her legs, or he would come in from work, knell down, push her panties to one side and lick her to orgasm, She reckons she has giving him more blowjobs in the 18 months since her menopause than she did in 15 years of marriage previous to reward him for making her cum so much.
I am not talking of cleanliness here, that’s a given but have you ever experienced a partner where the taste of either Love Juices\Pre-cum or Semen has just put you off completely.
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Happy New Year 2016
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Posted:Jan 1, 2016 8:03 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 2:24 am
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Best wishes one and all for a truly wonderful year. Let's hope that all your hopes, dreams and desires get fulfilled and that happiness fills your heart and soul.
Often we spend so much time searching for what we think we need we forget to see what we already have, blessings at arms reach, opportunities that cry out to be taken.
So for 2016, I hope that we all have an enjoyable, safe, good time and that goodwill grows worthy between individuals and between countries so that peace enters our lives.
Best wishes.
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Pubic Hair –
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Posted:Dec 17, 2015 9:52 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2016 10:18 am
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There seems to be a personal preference for removing every bit of Pubic Hair, so many women seem to prefer this look.
I am left wondering why? There are many questions? Are women doing it for themselves? Or because they think it is how men prefer to see them? Is it pressure from the Porn Industry? Or for another reason?
As a man, I like to see a neatly trimmed pussy, it shows a level of sexual maturity I think, I also genuinely believe it is sexier, defining the shape of womanhood. Now, we all know that it is not necessary to remove the hair for hygiene reasons.
Recently, I overheard a young woman talking to a female friend about her boyfriend requiring her to be clean down there, and the constant cycle of shaving, getting a shaving rash, then feeling itchy prickly for a couple of days was beginning to make her feel depressed. She went on and said “If there was any hair there, then he would not do it with her, and then she had to give him oral instead”
After hearing this conversation, I spoke to friends about it and was surprised how many women thought their man want it clean shaven (or hair removed, by Creams\waxing etc) and How many men like some hair, either trimmed \ Brazilian or shaved mostly.
I would be interested in peoples view, please comment below.
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Men & Feminism
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Posted:Dec 14, 2015 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2016 8:40 am
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Men get confused sometimes, and this related to an occasion when I did.
Just this week I was accused of being sexist, a woman made a formal complaint about me with regard to two separate incidents, the first is I held doors open for her when she was carrying a “Banker’s Box” and the second was that I stood when she entered a meeting room to join us. She said “That my actions were designed to undermine her professional status and that I was deliberately trying to show a power over her”
Plainly, I would have held the door open for anyone male or female who was carrying items, and I was brought up to stand when a lady entered a room, or joined one at a Restaurant table for example.
However, the accusations reminded me of an event many years ago when I was confused by Feminism\Sexism.. In 1991, I worked at Robert Fleming & Co, Merchant Bank at 25 Copthall Avenue in London. There was a woman working there who liaised between the Company and us, we were sub-contractors looking after the building, she was a honest, forthright individual, very ambitious, and certainly very fair and this might sound sexist, very beautiful. Being the same age 25 at the time, we got along.
She expressed very feminist views, she made it clear she did not need a Man to make her happy, she was an assertive individual. After working together for about three months, she asked why I never asked her out. I explained that she seemed not to be interested, and she called me a “Total Arsehole” that why could I not ask her out as a mate, like a would a bloke, as a friend, she went on to say “You don’t expect to get in the knickers of a bloke you work with, but you still go out with them”
I agreed, and asked her out to which she said “Yes” but the first night ended badly when I said “Why had she not said something earlier if that’s how she felt” about going out as mates. Anyway, we preserved, and it became a regular thing, each Tuesday and Friday evening when we worked till 19:30hrs, we would go out afterwards. Literally six weeks later, after we had spoke at length about so many things, she enquired what I had not made any advances towards her. Again, I was on the back foot, and I said because of her views, position and out of respect for her, she then made it clear she was sick of me treating her as if she is a Nun.
Anyway, when we got back to her flat that evening she stripped her outer clothes to reveal a very lovely black matching lingerie set, Basque, suspenders and stocking, and noticeably no knickers she was standing there, hand out towards me, as I spoke, she placed a finger on my lips, started to unbutton my shirt, and kiss my chest as she undid my belt and trousers, she said “make me yours, pin me down, fuck me, make me please you, tell me what you want, I have a vibrator in my drawer, fuck me.”
I knelt to lick her trimmed pussy, but she said “No, I want to be screwed or want to be pleasing you” We were together for about a year in public, she always played it tough, people knew we were together but there was no kissing, no holding hands, but in private she was the most submissive person I have ever met, even to this day.
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Understanding People
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Posted:Nov 18, 2015 8:41 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2015 10:03 am
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As a young man, aged about 21 (1987), I met a girl, and oh boy, did I think my luck was in, every morning without fail, she would awake and wipe my manhood with a wet wipe, and proceed to pleasure me with a loving blowjob, at completion she would again clean me, and then get on about her day.
She was a clean and tidy person and she liked routine, I had certainly noticed that, and sometimes it would take here ten minutes to make sure all the two-way switches were the right way around in the Hall and on the Landing etc, and that could be annoying. However, In addition to what I have said above we had a happy life and yes, a good sex life too. Sadly after about two years (1989) we separated, and both got on with our lives.
It was not until about 12 years (2001) later, I found out that she had two spells in a Mental Hospital for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder in the previous ten years.
I found out that her boyfriend before me would physically beat her up if she failed to give him Oral Sex every day, I did not know this and I did not understand mental health issues, maybe I was selfish, I was certainly enjoying the attention I was getting, so possible I did not question it. I just accepted this is what she did for me because she loved me.
She got treatment at the Arundel Unit at the William Harvey Hospital, which a couple of years ago close this Mental Health unit. My friend was lucky she got treatment, and she over the past decade moved on, happily married for nine years with two lovely .
We as a society have to be more aware of people’s issues, and certainly have to campaign for mental health budgets to be protected, and for the status of mental health issues to be as high as physical ones. It is real people’s lives that are are affected, and the impact can be serious, every suicide is a life wasted, and a family in torment.
I wish I had known more then, realised the signs and helped her more, and I am thankful that she recovered.
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In My Mind
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Posted:Feb 12, 2014 5:27 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2015 10:04 am
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In my mind, this is how I imagining it happening, you have a lovely relaxing bath, enjoying a quiet soak undisturbed, and you pat yourself dry, then you dress in stocking, suspenders, panties and a matching Basque but maybe for your comfort it is just lacey matching panties and bra, you invite me to join you in our bedroom, you actually want me. I lay at 90 degrees to you, beneath you in your Doggy position, I put my hand between your legs, and the only bare flesh I can stroke is between you stocking tops and panties, after a short while temptation means I start rubbing between your legs, the lace of your panties rubs your womanhood, slowly but surely a moistness beats the barrier of the lace, I can feel the very start of wetness on my finger, you release a breast into my mouth, within seconds of my sucking your nipples go hard, I get purchase on it and pull it further into my mouth.
As this happens my finger pull your panties to one side, my skin touches yours, the wetness far more noticeable, your clit is enlarged staring out from behind its hood, I take a vibrator and it slides within you in one single move, I switch it on, the rabbits ears dance on your clitoris now, as I move the vibrator in and out, taking instruction from you when to go hard or to slow down, I know from your body and your breathing that you have taken a climax, the shudder gave you away. You turn your body pulling the vibrator from my hand and it dances away under its own power to the edge of the bed, getting stuck at the pillow causing little ripples in the mattress, you lower your pussy into my face and as your hips move back and forth, I can see your wetness sparking like little diamonds, my tongue brushing first your sweet spot then the rim of your divinity, my tongue circling the edge, in hope that your hips will move again to allow me access to every bit of your nectar, your liquid like a drink, satisfying my thirst.
At that moment, at that very second my erection peeps out of my boxer shorts, I can feel my waistband holding it down, your body goes forward, the slight change in your position allows my tongue to extend into you, no longer are your hips rocking, in the stillness, at last I am back in control of what I do to you, I vary from sucking at your clit to having either my tongue or fingers within you, I feel your lips, kissing my gland the only exposed part of me, how I want you to release me, let my manhood rise but no instead you lick and nibble my shaft through the cotton, it feels so good, just through my fly, your tongue at last touches skin, I can feel it licking my balls, before you make you way back along my shaft, I feel climatic, but I know you don’t like me to cum in your mouth, I hold back with all my might you pull at my boxers short, for a period, I stop any action on your pussy to lift my bum, as my cock becomes free, you take it completely there and then, your fingers tight around it base, to ensure I do not finish, your licking and sucking is confirmation of your love for me, you taste has fed me, without letting go, you lift you body up, turn around, and mount me, both of us knowing that completion is near, sadly in just three short strokes of being in connection with you, being within you, the explosion happens, the pulse emitting my pleasure in waves, the warmth sliding down my shaft between it and the walls containing it. You fall forward from sitting astride me, one of my arms starts to cuddle you, the glow of your face touches mine as my other arm reaches out to stop the vibrators song from continuing, arm returning to complete our embrace as we flay on to our sides, my manhood falling out of you.
You guide my hand between your legs pushing it to touch you, a mixture of me and you transferred to my fingers, you touch yourself also, and bring our hands up, you place my finger in your mouth, and lick it gently, and you place your finger in my mouth, I know how much you do not like the taste of sperm, so that one action makes me realise how very special I am to you. Our partnership sealed, the quietness leads to sleep, and now thoughts of you can fill my dreams.
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Posted:Jun 9, 2009 2:16 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2014 10:20 am
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I live in a modern world, like many I use technology to ease my path through life, but every now and then I stop and do what people did before, I listen to words from others, not a blog, nor email or text but actually words.
A person can say the exact same words but from tone, or facial gesture I can tell which one is in fun and which one anger.
There can be a world of difference take the simple two words "Fuck Me", a woman might spout this words softy or strongly and actually mean for you to take her, have sex with her
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she could say "Fuck Me" and be so angry, you have just crashed into her car, and she is so pissed off.
Yes, we have emotioncons, but we also have descriptive words, words to extend what and how we say things, texting is killing off, this way of being.
The other day, I was clearing out a box, and I found some letters from 1984, back when I was eighteen, that I sent a girl I was living with while at University, I was amazed that I had such poetry in my heart, that I must of taken the time to sit and write, for one, I do not know now where I would find that time, but sometimes I look back, and thing before I had all these modern timesaving aids, I used to have a thing called time, and that was mine.
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