Erotica ‘Pretty girl on a train’ (the ending)

( 🙂 A lady blogger asked me why I didn’t have a second blog just for my sexy stories (they’re not for everyone I agree). Hmm good point, a great point but no. So if you’re new to my blog there is no real theme just whatever ‘takes my fancy’ that evening 🙂 family, photography, sexy stories, cookery, sex, nature, Life in Oxford, sex, music anything and everything with humour? One rule, religion! Discussing religion is banned here)

Original story written by ©Andrew (A story for mums dads and adults only, if you’re under 16 believe me it’s boring! 🙂 go play a computer game it’ll be more fun and note this adheres to WP guidelines)tactics-every-guy-must-know-to-kiss-a-girl-07

Continued……………… “Emily I’ve got no condom!! a mixture of shock and distress in my voice!

Emily recoiled back toward the window, releasing her arms from around my neck pushing my shoulders away at the same time, two strangers facing each other less than two feet apart, every sinew and muscle squeezed tight holding my body stiff, she looked into my eyes our waists the only part of our bodies touching, now raising a finger to my lips she said,

“It’s ok Andrew”……”I’m clean and I trust you”, smiling a wicked love in her eyes,

“I never f*ck with a condom anyway, I only take a man if I can feel the skin of his dick inside me”, throwing her head back giggling like a sex starved girl from a single sex boarding school.

Pushing me away still further, so forcibly, my back hit the cubicle door slamming it shut, “God that hurt” I whispered to myself, visions of a trolley dolly listening the other side, witnessing the dirty deed I was gonna inflict on this pretty girl with auburn hair.

Emily reached down grabbed the hem of her tee shirt at her waist pulling it toward the ceiling, the stretchy cotton fabric revealing her large round breasts and yes her nipples were as big as I’d imagined chocolate brown against pale pink skin. One final tug at her hair as she pulled the garment over head, brunette bangs kissing Emilie’s cheeks as they dropped to her shoulders, finally placing it in the sink.

Jesus what vision of a woman, I devoured her bouncing breasts with my eyes until I could gaze no more, then pushing my ass into the door I grabbed hold of her boobs with both hands feeling her hard pointed nipples pressing into my palms.

Continuing to seduce me with her sexy voice now hushed so no one could hear, “you’re gonna screw me in the ass” pulling a tube of lubricant from her pocket with her right hand,  even if she could have seen my face I don’t think my wide open mouth and shocked expression was gonna stop her greasing up!

Emily facing the glazed window, I pulled her jeans down revealing peachy butt cheeks, yet she wore no knickers, ‘well perhaps that ticket collector does have them after all?’ Squeezing the remaining tube contents into the palm of her hand, she demanded one final time, “Andrew you are going to fuck me in my ass” as she reached round dividing her two cheeks, fingers opening her butt hole with one hand, fingers of the other pressing as much lubricant as she could physically force inside. Then all done she went back to gripping the rim the ceramic sink, receptive, ready,

“are you a virgin” I asked

“you ARE joking!” Looking back at me mystified, “I f*cked the ticket collector earlier AND he’s got my knickers AND I got my period” she grumbled!!

‘Jesus is this another dream?’ My bewildered mind caving into reality

“F*CK ME!!” grabbing hold of my hard penis so tight it hurt, oh yes Emily is alive her fingers circling around my purple tip, then releasing her hold, gripping the vibrating sink, I pressed into her asshole sending shivers up my spine as I touched her slippery opening, wincing slightly Emily says,

“Come on, there’s not much time, I want your cum inside me”,

Not a man to be asked twice, her soft ass cheeks divided, my engorged hard-on penetrated Emily’s warm anus, it’s slippery coating taking me deep inside, then I began to f*ck that tight asshole, god how I f*cked her pounding thrusting my groin at her arse in time to the rocking carriage, my penis shaft pulling half out then straight back in, pressing my hardness ever deeper into her rectum, my girth making her hole sting, Emily squeal with every violent stroke.

Out of breath as if I’d just sprinted a mile, I could palpably feel my balls rise, their storks contract as my scrotum tightened, ever faster harder my torso slapped into her ass, back of her hands showing white from gripping the rim so forcibly, her forehead kissing the glazed glass panel, Emily’s stinging anus making her eyes water then slowing the force of my stroke stopping to near standstill, I looked to the skies, but all I see is dirty yellow Formica ceiling and calmly saying,

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

Emily now looking back lucid and in total control of her senses, understanding the precarious position she’s in, unlike me slowing from near frenzy I held my pause before orgasm as long as I could, not waiting for her answer just holding onto those pleasurable moments surely a gift from God, only a man knows how they feel, spends his whole life craving those seconds.

Then one final remark from Emily pleading “Well f*cking cum then” at the same moment as my groin orgasmed, a convulsion from my hips along the shaft of my lubricated phallus, a near ejaculate explosion between parted ass cheeks, finally pumping semen deep from within my balls into her rectum, me so far inside her now, thick phallus stretching her walls to a limit, Emily near crying tears of pain as I thrust her every last drop of my creamy ejaculate!

Still inside her my brutal violation of her backside subsiding, my breath returning to normal, hands still tight aside her waist, silence was broken by a loud thud on the door, followed my a worried ticket collector’s voice,

“are you ok in there Emily” There’s a girl come running from outside the toilet screaming to her mother!!” Screaming! I said to myself, thank God she hadn’t seen what I’d just done, unaware of what dirty filthy joy me and Emily had consummated and WTF he called her Emily!! 

He asked again,“well are you ok? She’d desperate to use the lavatory!”

Emily coming to her senses as we uncoupled, reaching her hands down searching for her jeans replying to the train guard a tremble in his voice!

“Wait one second we’ve finished!”

“I MEAN I’VE FINISHED!!!”

©Andrew

(I hope you enjoyed 🙂 )

‘Pretty lady on a train’, (the reveal – pt4)

Original fiction written by ©Andrew 

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Continued……………………….gasped my last breath and died!

And here’s you thinking I was going to the dining car, Emily and I sharing lunch together, me fingering her wet pussy as we ate dover sole 😉

Part 4

Hedgerows streaked past my carriage window now replacing the flat green moorland with its purple tipped heather. Then feeling a tap on my shoulder, a shock near stopping my heart from beating, I opened my eyes and there looking down at me stood a man dressed in blue tunic and matching coloured hat, his hand now recoiling after having shocked my body into life, the other clasping a small metal ticket puncher reflecting sunlight now streaming through our train carriage window. 

I’d fallen asleep hadn’t I!

I looked at the gentleman’s face, paused then sideways glanced to where my young female friend was sitting, she’d gone, disappeared, only minutes ago I’d been chatting to a pretty young lady with long auburn hair and now her seat was empty. 

“Where is she?” I exclaimed at the ticket collector a look of disbelief across my face, glancing again at her now vacant seat because to my utter astonishment she’d vanished! My new young friend called………was no where to be seen!

Panic in my eyes, still coming to my senses I turned to the man dressed in blue uniform and asked, “where’s Emily?” Soon followed by darker thoughts though nothing is surprising anymore me on this the most unusual day of my life!

Am I coming across as too calm and collected or is this one silly post to many?

‘Last time I saw Emily she was pushing me out the carriage door, screaming like a lunatic hatred in her eyes as if she was the living devil herself, me falling onto the tracks, hitting my head on sharp grey stone dying a horrible death!’

However I am most definitely alive!’

Then a lucidity common-sense sanity and comfort enveloped by brain, bringing me back to my senses, I’d been dreaming hadn’t I, five ten minutes ago a combination of warm air and carnal excitement had nudged me into a deep sleep and now looking at the train official’s face one third time, reality finally dawned on me, my violent death, laying in a pool of blood, my train disappearing toward Gromont station had all been a dream.

“Sir you’re back in the land of the living” my train official replied with a chuckle, then beginning to move away, having spotted the lady with the daughter waving her hand to catch his attention, he replied one final time and I might add blushing also,

“what I’d been meaning to tell you sir………..well how can I put this………..your wife has asked me from inside the lavatory, can you please bring her some tissues!” And now his cheeks a full crimson red…………..”our train company has messed up on consumables!”

And with that he turned and rather quickly made for the opposite end of our carriage,

“Oh my god” I said to myself again looking at the cushioned seat where Emily once sat “this IS the strangest day of my life!”

Reaching for tissues in my pocket and rising out of my seat, excitement reinvigorating my sanity, I moved towards the open door feeling a bulge in my jeans making it uncomfortable to move, anticipating what I assumed would be sex and hoping this girl called Emily didn’t want to show me the art deco sink tap fittings!

My heart began to race again! Fresh blood making the cheeks of my face burn and my penis broaden to its full girth!

Balancing myself as I pushed that same headrest, passing through that same door Emily had minutes earlier I near stumbled into the dimly lit space coupling the two carriages together and approaching a door to my left slightly ajar, because as we all know open bathroom doors mean its un-vacated also taking a sharp intake of breath I decided to enter!

Squeezing my slim body around the oak door panel, opening into a space no larger than three metre’s square, I looked straight ahead facing the dark silhouette of a woman resting her ass on the corner of a clean white ceramic sink, hands clasping the white china supporting herself.

The woman was Emily, a dark silhouette affront a window emanating such a bright light into our dimly lit cubicle making my eyes sting uncomfortably as they adjusted to the dark against white contrast. My shoes now glued to the spot I paused, then she near leapt toward me flinging her arms around my shoulders drawing my body tightly into hers.

“What took you so long” she whispered, “I take it the ticket man said I wanted tissues, f*ck where have you been?”

“I fell asleep didn’t I!!!” relief in my voice.

‘Omg’ the warmth from her body against mine, the warmth of the affection between us was intoxicating a sexual excitement making me swallow hard! Then with her mouth close to my ear she whispered softly,

“Andrew we’ve only fifteen minutes before Gromont, enough time for me to feel you inside me”,

“yes!” I replied “oh god yes…….please!…………….Emily I need to f*ck you.”

An icy cold shudder flowed through my body, an omg flashed across my mind like fork lightening across blackened midnight skies, in a state of panic, you have to believe this wasn’t disappointed resignation, for whatever her answer I was by now so sexually excited, my dick engorged with blood so hard the throbbing in my groin painful within my tight jean crotch, my mind was made up to f*ck Emily.

I’m a kind quiet gentleman but a sexually excited male is always minutes away from animalistic copulation, a desperate need to release his ejaculate urges him on, an eroticism as old as man himself and it’s at time’s like these an excited male however decent a man may not be able to stop from forcing himself inside a woman, how many occasions have you screwed outdoors in fits of passion having forgotten protection?

‘Protection! Sh*t I’ve no condom!’

My mind ablur, pleasure giving chemicals surging through my brain I dropped my hands to my belt, all the while breathing deeply into her ear, she wasn’t going anywhere I thought to myself Emily trapped between china sink and the whole front of my body arms around my neck pulling me in to her. I leaned back slightly, this bloody train was beginning to make me angry near throwing me sideways into partitioning walls, my waist no longer pressing into hers I unbuckled my belt fumbled my jeans button open, unzipping, at last feeling the relief as my penis sprung forward from constraints of my jeans its purple tip trapped against raw cotton blue denim.

Then in a moment of clarity, my dick comfortable at last, my heart still thumping I calmly said to her,

To be continued…………………

©Andrew

 

‘Pretty lady on a train’ (the twist – pt3)

Original in every way, a story written by me ©Andrew 

My erotic tale is sexually explicit (err very but if you know me it’s a happy good natured tale and my favourite :/ ) anyways if you’d like to read then feel free to comment I’ll give you the password and if you wish I’ll delete the comment. 🙂

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Continued……………… swallowing hard I replied a boyishly quiet “because I’d love to see them”, then feeling ever more confident,

“because I want to suck one of those hard nipples”, trying not to laugh at the same time!

A thought flashed my mind, wow I’d said that involuntary without any self control, I deserved a slap around the cheeks, Emily crying out for the guard, an accusation of sexual harassment.

“No” Emily replied recoiling away, my face must have been a picture, mouth wide open me with thoughts of jeeze what have I gone and done now, the pits of my stomach ached as though punched hard!

I was dumfounded frozen in time, not a part of my body moved as I watched her stand from of her rather grimy cushion, then she threw me another one of her sweet smiles, omg I’ve never been more relieved in my whole life, she inched her slim hips around the desk showing me shapely strong looking thighs inside tightest of tight blue jeans and as she moved I watched the raw cotton follow the contour of her crotch, that oh so sexy curve of a woman’s body disappearing through vagina bridge back towards what I assumed was a trim ass.

Then my attention’s suddenly drawn to her face again, the outline of Emily’s sexy frame, a gorgeous slender figure gracefully rising, her hand reached out fingers clasping onto the headrest next to the door frame, door already held open by a door stopper so as to allow refreshment carriages to pass through. Pausing looking across at me, standing tall now balancing between seat inside this old carriage rhythmically swaying side to side. 

Slipping her rain coat up over her shoulders, throwing it back to the seat she’d just vacated, now looking the handsome young woman she actually was, stretchy cotton tee shirt hiding her slim waist yet clinging to her body over large breasts jiggling in response to our train weaving itself through rain sodden northern moorland. Emily looked into my eyes, smiled, momentarily glancing down toward the other end of the carriage ascertaining how many people accompanied us, for your knowledge, I was correct a lady and her five year old daughter many rows away, she returned her gaze and in hushed voice knowing our micro family could be listening, said,

wait one minute then follow me through that door”, pointing as she moved away, catching my eye with a tiny wink

In a state of near shock, I reclined my body into soft cushions, rubbed mist off the glass gazing out the window hedgerows streaked past replacing the monotony of purple tipped heather, wow I thought to myself they’d never believe this at work my heart rate slowing a little, and now she wants me to follow her to the bathroom, I smiled to myself ‘are you going after her or sit here and read your book?’ twenty minutes ago I was a tourist making my way to a Yorkshire village famous for drama’s on the telly, now I’ve just been propositioned by a hiker called Emily.

One agonising minute passed!………………..Then one more………..then another, I’d nodded off into a deep sleep, head cocked to one side resting deep into the cushioned headrest, a combination of heat rising from the heater beneath the bench seat, rhythmic rocking of the coach, excitement from meeting Emily, prospects of probably the most fantastic sexual experience in my life all sent me to sleep!

Another five minutes, then I near jump out of my skin! The shock of a gentle tap on my shoulder near killed me stone dead, coming to my senses, I looked up at a man standing wearing blue hat with ticket puncher in his hand,

“My apologies sir!” he said, “but I’m afraid I must see your ticket, quickly I rush rummaged through my pockets handing it to the train guard whilst hurriedly barging past him hand grabbing the same head rest Emily had touched many minutes previous,

“Oi careful” he exclaimed “what about this ticket” pushing it toward me, I paused turning round grasping the white piece of card breathing ever quicker.

“And you’ll be wanting this” producing what looked like a pair of pink panties still damp from his pocket with the other hand! “But five minutes ago a young lady walked right past you, coming up to me whilst I chatted to a lady and her young daughter!”

“WHAT” I said in a panicked state of mindless confusion!

“You were asleep sir, your wife paused to look at you then near ran up to me pressing this underwear into my hand, she glanced at the mother, called her a nosey bitch then ran up the aisle in that direction” as he pointed to the open carriage door furthest from me,

“Crying she was sir, very upset.”

I sat back down in Emily’s seat both my hands pressing upwards into my cheeks tearful eyes staring straight ahead.

“Well I’ll bid you a goodbye” patronised the guard, pressing the pink cotton cloth into a palm of my hand then proceeding to walk through the carriage door Emily had walked through but ten minutes earlier.

I looked down at the scrunched up ball of material resting upon my unfurled hand and could just make out a large round circle of red, she’d been bleeding into her panties gusset hadn’t she!

You can imagine the state I’m in, shaking my head angry at myself, “how could you be so stupid”, I mumurred to myself, grief stricken distraut “jeeze Andrew you were gonna f**k her and now Emily’s gone.

Wait I said to myself, this is a train, it hasn’t stopped no one’s gotten off, head out of my hands a look of dawning composure crossed my face,

‘EMILY IS STILL ON THIS TRAIN!’

Holding that thought in my mind I turned and ran along the carriage aisle, right past a startled mother pulling her daughter close to her bosom, carried on running I did through the open entrance doorway, past a closed toilet door, coming to a breathless halt in that small area where two cars at joined together.

Second giant shock of that afternoon who’s standing before me? Emily naked not a stitch of clothing on her body, right arm outstretched her hand clasping shiny handle of an open carriage door, the one you use to alight and depart. The wind rushing inwards, sounds of clackety clack as the carriage hurtled along it’s tracks, the sound banging in my head so loud I couldn’t make out the words Emily was mouthing me, looking upwards from her feet she’s a vision of Venus, brunette mound of hair sprouting from her vagina her tits jumping up and down to the rocking rhythum of the coach my gaze upwards again her pretty smile had disappeared, blood red replacing emerald green in her eyes.

“What are you saying” I shouted, “what!” “I can’t hear!” With that she beckoned me closer with her free hand, dutifully I felt my way forward outstretched hand pushing against the toilet door inching me forward until one foot distance lay between us.

“What!” I shouted again the mixed cacophony of noise deafening both our hearing senses.

Emily that sweet smile wiped from her face, evil anger in her eyes, viciously groweled shouting ” You missed your chance you c*nt” whilst throwing her head back screaming like a lunatic, then with all her might this slim woman could muster, lunging both hands into my chest, me losing all sense of balance, this possessed she devil pushed me out the open door, my hands unable to clasp the door frame as I fell through on to the tracks where I smashed my head against sharp stones, gasped my last breath and died!

And here’s you thinking I was going to the dining car, Emily and I sharing lunch together, me fingering her wet pussy as we ate dover sole 😉

To be continued………..

©Andrew

Erotica. Pretty girl on a train pt2/5

Original in every way, a story written by me ©Andrew (unlike every other post on Blog Andrew my tale is a complete ‘work’ of fiction)

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Continued from pt1 of 4………………

The lady bloggers I hoped would read my story have done which makes me so happy 🙂 however if you’re one who missed lol, comment and I’ll give you the password. Why have I done this? All of a sudden I became all precious and self important, truth is I enjoyed writing this one and the people I care about liked 🙂 that’s all.

…..my lame reply didn’t seem to matter, awkwardness and silence broken we began to chat about where we lived, occupations that employ us, partner’s, oh yes I managed to slip that one in! Turns out we’re both ‘single’ and in truth I am, but a pretty young lady like Emily is NO WAY single yet she wears no wedding ring, no engagement ring and as you’re too well aware a guy always looks at a girl’s ring fingers!

Warmth flowed between us and friendly conversation is struck up, it’s a given Emily and I liked each other, oh yes I forgot to tell you she’d let slip her name was Emily, a pretty name don’t you think? Hmm, Andrew and Emily has a nice ring to it, where was I, yes she wore no rings, maybe a woman who’s up for extra marital sex removes her band of gold, yet a girl betrothed sometimes leaves her engagement on! Confuses me so, is she single or is she not?

Returning my gaze to her red lips appearing fuller rosier in colour now, hmm that’s odd Emily wore no lipstick! Our shared carriage had been warmed by hot air blowing up from under the seats, the engine working harder pulling this great length of carriage had plumped Emily’s lips, flushed her cheeks a soft shade of pink, our heated intimate carriage space ensuring her feminine sexiness sparked alive, a wicked thought crossed my mind, doesn’t warmth inside a lady’s pelvic region make something else down there blush rosy red, make her catch a breath as she crosses her legs!

Fifteen or so minutes pass into our journey together our conversations became happier and fun, giggles from her at my small talk, takes me a while to relax but once warmed I like to think myself as an amusing guy, a turn of phrase here and there, an anecdote one or two amused her and by now a quarter into our journey we are good friends.

Then Emily did something quite unexpected she ceased talking, looking down at her map sole purpose unfurling the sheet a concentration drawn to most probably how far we’d travelled! Oh shit I said to myself leaning back, elbows still resting on the tables edge, ‘what did I say wrong’, ‘why’s she suddenly lost interest’ my mind went into overdrive ‘has it crossed her mind we’re becoming that little bit too familiar that little over friendly for two complete strangers who’d only just this met’, my heart sank, I wasn’t chatting her up, most definitely not, I’m shit at that anyways, I’m the last man alive to pull birds in a nightclub ambitions to leave the club with a young lady, find ourselves a dark alley where she’ll lean her back against a wall, lift up her dress, pull down her knickers and I’ll penetrate her forgetting my condom, a little worse for wear but still sane enough to withdraw come the time.

I watched her head drop fingers tracing coloured lines denoting roads on her walkers map, with resignation I sighed an ‘Oh well the young lady’s mind’s elsewhere’ oblivious hunched over her fully unfurled paper drawing. Then looking up, sparkling eyes piercing mine catching me watching her jiggling boobs with hard pointing nipples I felt my cheeks burn, didn’t matter though, she smiled moving closer, a hand reaching out, delicate fingers now warm to touch pulling my arm toward her, pressing my fingers into the table making sure they weren’t going anywhere, her head close to mine tips of her long brown hair touching the golden coloured table.

Her lips slightly parted made juicy from wetness of her tongue, so pretty my heart literally melted, then she spoke! Gosh her tone had changed, she’d suddenly transformed to a seductress, soft sexual overtones, a thought flashing across my mind, ‘wow if I’m not wrong this girl is chatting me up’. A radiant face had transformed Emily into a wilder more alive young woman, nipples so large I could trace the outline of her areola beneath thin cotton fabric keeping me hard.

“Andrew”,  breaking our silence eyes wide open and sparkling, “you’ve been looking at my tits from ever since you climbed aboard this carriage”, totally shocked by her intimate and dirty phrasing, yes dirty is the word what lady says tits to a complete stranger she’s never layed eyes on before?

As she spoke finger tips slowly made their way up my arm, onto my shoulder pulling me towards her again, feeling warm breath into my mouth, panting, her heart rate forcing air out more quickly from deep within her lungs, our foreheads now barely touching, my arm in a grip so tight ensuring I wasn’t to be going anywhere.

Then a sweet floral perfume breezed past my nostrils, “Come on answer” she said with a girly giggle, she didn’t care in the slightest so what we’ve only just met “So Andrew tell me why you’ve never stopped all journey”………..”they’re my best asset don’t you think?” Both of us now staring at two mounds beneath her thin cotton tee shirt.

To be continued….

©Andrew

Erotica. Pretty girl on a train pt1 (age 25!)

Please comment if you’ve had enough.

Original story written by ©Andrew only wish (big sigh) this one was true!

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English summer’s traditionally begin mid June and end early October, I should qualify with a usually lasts that long! So more often than not our summer days of decent weather lasts longer than people overseas may imagine, of course we don’t get months of hot searing heat radiating from white hot suns, no there’ll be few of those, but interspersed they’ll be many more wet windy and cold winter’s days, for example, days such as in this little tale. If you were riding this railway carriage with myself, a day’s excursion on the North York Moors, you’ll hear no end of well known British weather sayings, may even be one such as this,

“Winter’s come early”, said the young lady sitting on a cushioned seat near opposite me, her abruptness waking me out of my contemplative day dream, “pardon miss”, I replied with a shocked start!

“Winters’s come early”, she repeated pushing her arms and shoulders forward, fondly smiling, making out she was shivering and I’d guess pressing clenched hands deep into her lap. I say guess because a large wooden table fixed to left side of the carriage obscured my view of her waist down.

Such a strange involuntary reaction shivering, I wonder if it really helps one warm chilled frozen stiff muscles?

The young lady continued smiling at me, and don’t you find the timespan for a smile represents how greatly a lady likes you, what she wishes from you in return? Too short and she’s forcing herself to make small talk, too long and she’s really into you or is that soppy old Andrew reading too much into feminine flirtations again, when a lady starts to talk to me I fall in love. Happens a lot, I go all submissive puppy-like instantly wishing wanting needing her.

I returned a smile this time going one step further looking into her eyes, and now I’m inwardly panicking having been caught off guard, nervously I answered with possibly the lamest most awful reply known to man, wait for it!

“Yes but the weather man on the radio said it’ll brighten up by this afternoon”, when really I wanted to say something very different, my eyes glancing below her chin for a spilt second then lower still, returning upwards re capturing her gaze.

Oh yes what I really wanted to say to this pretty girl, not beautiful as in a makeup model straight from Vogue magazine beautiful, no she was very much the pretty girl next door type, lovely delightful appealing with curly long brunette hair resting atop her shoulders, ah recalling the actual question crossing my mind. me now feeling the very end of my dick tingle and twitch, shaft hardening to the point of feeling slightly uncomfortable inside tight jeans! what I really wanted to say was,

‘honey why are you not wearing a bra?’

I hadn’t caught notice of the ladies face or her bosom till a little way into our journey, the train had stopped at Gothland Station I clambered aboard, crossing a grubby green carpeted aisle, my legs touching brushing past her jeans on the way, making mental note she’s wearing walking boots, then plonking myself down on the seat by the window! I hadn’t given the lady a second glance really.

Well that’s untrue, seated I looked across for the briefest of moments, enough to see her head was bowed, I assume concentration etched across her face reading a map (hold that thought), then getting my act together I layed my belongings out on the table, sighed rather loudly then gazed out the window watching the incredible scenery pass before my eyes, only then after a couple of minutes did I turn my head in the direction of my female traveller, only then did I notice that her walkers rain coat was unzipped open exposing two mounds of a rather large breasts, within tight navy blue tee shirt I might add!

So of course my attention’s magnetically drawn to her rather prominent nipples pointing through the soft stretchy cotton, oh yes I noticed those two alright! Walking boots and an outdoor coat all indicate she was a hiker and here’s the payoff just like me, I’m virtually dressed the same without hard nipples.

The train pulls away and slowly rumbles its way through beautiful rain sodden countryside, flat and dark green only spongy heather for vegetation. Now comfortably settled with rucksack on the seat beside me, heritage train book and packed lunch an arms length away in front on the table, we rocked and rolled through a picture perfect beautiful landscape that attracts people from across the globe, yet on cold wintry summer days such as these, a low grey cloud, a persistent deluge of heavy rain meant we were the only two souls in the carriage.

Though hold on a second! Listening to a hushed chatter from what sounded like a young woman also muffled occasional squeals of laughter from a child we were NOT alone, a voice of slightly higher pitch making the number five pop into my mind. A girl of five years old, I guess a mother and daughter were seated at the very far end on a day out like us two strangers.

Anyways the change in weather meant only we four travelled today in a carriage pulled by this gruff throaty diesel engine, 1960’s, preserved for tourists in seek of nostalgia.

We trundled our way through rural Yorkshire me time to time glancing across our shared light coloured oak table, and looking about the rail car the whole interior was a soft golden hew, where was I? Voyeurism, every sixty seconds or so out of the corner of my eye I’d glance across at her breasts again jiggling side to side up and down, they were large enough to notice and certainly enjoyable to watch, bouncing higher when a carriage jumped two connecting rails, and I’d say round enough to know they’re more than a handful when holding one up, though now positioned a good couple of inches above her tummy, made no secret this I’d guess age 25 pretty young lady had boobs on the bigger side.

I thought to myself she should really be wearing a bra because they’re just that little too heavy not to be supported, in a few years when she reaches thirty they’ll drop, sag to not far above her belly button, but they’ll still look adorable parting a resting position well to sides of her chest still looking sexy as older woman’s boobs do, I nearly said to her ‘you’ll only ever get sexy cleavage again by wearing a Wonderbra’, I didn’t!

Anyways as you’ll have deduced by now my attention is drawn to her boobs rather than spectacular scenery, then totally out of the blue she looks up from the map she’s interestedly following and beams me such a sweet smile and saying,

To be continued…………

©Andrew

Erotica. She let me cum……… (the ending)

Original story written by ©Andrew (Note intended to be read by mums dads adults, I can assure if you’re under age 16 you’ll be BORED witless, I ain’t joking! Go 😀 play a computer game and have more fun instead. Thank you 🙂 )

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Continuation from She let me cum in her mouth pt3 and here’s how my story ends! But first setting the scene, Chantelle and I are naked in her London Flat: 

‘My body sinking into warm duvet and dutifully followed by my mature horny babe her wetness flowing out of her vagina like water drops slipping down glass in a rain storm, and like a reluctant virgin about to be deflowered on her wedding night she lay down beside me.’

Now the final part!

 ……………….a beautiful mature lady……if a little overweight! 

A middle aged tiredness brought us to our senses, we paused breathless our bodies breaking from their embrace, then Chantelle sitting up supporting herself on one elbow, looking through tousled naturel blond hair draped across false eyelashes, quietly says:

“You like kissy kissy don’t you!” whilst wiping lipstick from her mouth with a wet wipe bought to clean penis’s of their pussy juice…………..and before you ask, she was English white and lived in Norfolk………….as for her Flat? Our emailing? Long story 😀

“Andrew sweetie, roll over honey and I’ll massage your back!”, like a puppy dog I dutifully roll over as she draws her right thigh over as if to ride me! (Couldn’t resist that!)

Chantelle is a mature sexy goddess of a woman, very feminine a girly girl type, mind you ALL women are beautiful goddesses to me, so go on force yourself, try to picture a natural blonde sitting just below my ass cheeks her legs straddling my thighs, her knees firmly squeezing my thighs in vice like grip, and joy of joys feeling her soft shaven vagina lips dripping wet pressing into my peachy ass.

If truth be told I think she fancied a rest from kissing cuddling and rolling, now able to sit up upright, feeling the discomfort from nursing a bad back ease (I’ll explain later) and I should say she wasn’t a light woman, not overweight either, but I certainly felt her sitting on top of me, her weight straddling my thighs like a female horse jockey aloft her mustang steed, Chantelle telling fascinating tales of her exciting life, me quietly listening captivated and all the while her fingers kneading massaging my tense shoulders, then she stopped suddenly, my tired muscles released from tender dextrous touch, her still and motionless silence only broken because she must have glanced down at my peachy ass cheeks, then completely out of the blue she says,

“You know Andrew you’ve a fab looking ass for a man your age”

Are you at all curious why Chantelle nursed a bad back, do you know what 😀 , after all I’ve written about visual images burnt into my consciousness and virtual tape machines in my brain recording intimate conversations 😀 I cannot remember why she had a bad back, No idea except she suffered from one, perhaps she didn’t fancy the idea of sexual gymnastics or rolling round that double bed having mad passionate love making, wasn’t for me either, nope seemed we were both content with kissing cuddling massages and chatting, fine by us both.

Laying on soft duvet, legs wide apart she knelt between my open thighs holding my hard cock in her right hand rhythmically rubbing my shaft and foreskin up and down, bringing me to near point of orgasm and skilfully understanding when to stop me ejaculating……. one talented woman was Chantelle she gave a mean hand job! My body squirmed and wriggled under the power of her firm tight grip, me with one arm stretched out, palm of my hand grabbing one natural firm breast all soft and round, once I squeezed so tight a nipple showed between thumb and forefinger and she momentarily lost her rag yelling,

“fucking hell Andrew don’t do that!”

I love the intimacy of a woman wanking me off and in my experience a woman enjoys the sex act just as much as men, please tell me if I’m wrong. I so look forward to the squeal of delight when I shower her breasts with beads of sticky cum, or as Chantelle did now come the time she lowered her head mouth open inches above the tip of my penis, all the while working my hard member with her hand, guiding controlling my soon near climax, my carnal pleasures now heightened because joy of joy I knew what this angel of mercy (nurse lol) was about to do for me now. Crimson lips open hovering above the purple tip of my phallus, me laying on her bed arms stretched out like a crucified Jesus Christ, Chantelle kneeling dutifully waiting between my wide open thighs, then my back arched upward a thrusting spasm ejaculating warm silk milk across her tongue and deep into her throat, pumping until I could cum no more!

Finally my body all spent she pulled her head back releasing my cock from her drooling wet mouth, gazing at me, parted those glossy red lips wide open, poking her tongue out revealing my pool of cum, she tossed her head back gargling my cream in the back of her throat, then swallowed the sticky liquid down in one…. mascara running from her watering eyes choking as my gooey cum coated her windpipe, but she enjoyed it and with love in her eyes she licked her lips beamed a wide girly smile……….and said!

“I only swallow for good boys 😀 now pass me that wine!”

The End.

(I hope you enjoyed my tale, and for those readers who’re wondering “Fact or Fiction?” All I’ll say is my story’s a ‘blend’ of truth and fantasy, 😀 and a few comments I’ll reveal which.)

© Andrew (next one’s features back garden flowers)

Erotica, She let me cum……… pt3

The ending to this true tale is extremely explicit, so if you’d like to read feel free to ask by comment (I will remove) and I’ll give you my password. I trust you understand 🙂

An Original story written by ©Andrew 

(Continued from pt2)

yy99llllll……………..became friends, our email relationship had progressed to a point where one sunny afternoon in July, and not so long ago, I found myself in Chantelle’s London Flat ‘boudoir’ standing naked at the foot of a double bed inside her warm cosy bedroom, more precise I’d undressed totally nude only my hard cock to keep me company, holding it’s shaft in my hand a sort of comfort blanket, gently stroking calmed this horny guy excitedly anticipating heavenly pleasures only this voluptuous blonde could give me,

Oh did I say she was age 40!……………..Then through open door she walks this middle aged blonde goddess, with a big bum tight waste pert high round boobs, all dressed up as a nurse (backpage pic) in white mini-dress, her wide open cleavage as you’ve never seen in your life before.

We said hello, exchanged pleasantries and suddenly feeling quite emotional I moved to face her less than a metre apart, then peeking down her plunging neckline I moved closer still unbuttoning her all the way down, opening the white pinafore then slipping the soft cotton fabric backward over her shoulders, I remember standing transfixed dumb founded unable to move my eyes surveying up and down her pink naked body my brain trying to process this vision of beautiful naked womanhood. Chantelle has the firmest roundest most shapely breasts I’ve squeezed in my entire life, high and round about one handful. Then I place my hands above her hips pulling her body to me one final time, we embrace tightly, our heads along side each others, her baby soft cheeks pressing into my twelve hour stubble, her hushed voice saying,

“So Andrew what shall we do this fine afternoon?”

My heart beat slowed to normal, phew I thought to myself ‘we’re going to be ok, we’re going to have fun’ and completely relaxed I replied,

“Well in your email you said I could cum in your mouth and babe that sounds fine to me”, she giggled winked and said “not so fast honey, I want you inside my mouth but first some kissy kissy” and with that she grabbed great handfuls of my plump buttocks, her head leaning back giggling like the little girl Chantelle really was!

Then I kissed Chantelle, passionately, tongues deep inside the each other’s mouth, wet with saliva entwining dancing all you readers being aware there’s no body part more sensitive than the tongue………..we must have kissed for twenty minutes, you think I make this sh*t up? 😀 Nope, our embrace became tighter, bodies touching ever more intimate, my hands moving from hips to squeezing fat buttock cheeks then back to her hips again, we kiss ever more passionately, devouring, breathless into each other’s mouths, even red lipstick smeared across our lips, I thought her face appeared amusing until I saw my reflection in a mirror later.

I’m a boob man through and through, large or small pert or sagging, means no odds to me as long as I can play with them, suckle on a nipple, drink like a new born babe then I’m happy and satisfied. What does breast milk taste of? I’ve bottle fed my nephew with J’s own milk craving to suck just once but I didn’t!

I longed to touch Chantelle’s breasts, but our bodies were tooo close! “Loosen up girl!!!” I said momentarily pulling away!

We continued to kiss, two naked silhouettes drawn together, her arms wrapped less tightly around my waist pulling holding me against her, her warmth touched every part of the front of my body, such an affectionate embrace of two lovers who’d been here before. Aroused, sexually excited I struggled to slip my hand between our bodies so I could grope her firm breasts, but I’d been a worried man when we first cuddled, I could feel my aroused hardness pushing between her inner thighs, the pressure making the base of my purple bell end tingle, thousands of nerve endings electrified and I thought to myself ‘what if in my excitement I’d entered her, my now horizontal phallus pushed deep in to her wet vagina pressing against her womb, throbbing engorged with blood, hell I may have spontaneously orgasmed sticky cum inside, consensual mind, is involuntary semen exchange rape if she hadn’t expected my phallic explosion! But not to worry I missed her pink gash, I don’t much like fucking anyway but all’s well 🙂 my engorged phallus slipped between Chantelle’s warm squeezed thighs, briefly stroking wet labia lips, mind you hers did flap about a bit, we kissed and kissed and deep French kissed some more, many a minute passed before we spoke again.

I guess with tired lips and aching jaws we must have mutually sensed it time to stop the wonderful French, so backing away I moved on to her bed, body sinking into warm duvet and dutifully followed by my mature horny babe her wetness flowing out of her vagina like water drops slipping down glass in a rain storm, and like a reluctant virgin about to be deflowered on her wedding night she lay down beside me. We embraced affectionately then as tight as before, gently rolling over each other for what will be one of the more fantastic afternoons of my life, as for her? She always said she had fun but this time she wanted something different. 

So lovely readers 😀 we leave our two lovers for the moment, embraced facing each other kissing on the lips, all very tender and motionless.

:/

For months previous to first meeting we chatted time to time via email, Snapchat FB Twitter and Skype aren’t for me, aren’t for us, todays young internet generation can’t comprehend how two people can ‘play’ without help of social media and tell me where’s the harm daily writing to each other as our forbears would have? Do children today understand that written exchanges between lovers go as far back as Jane Austin times?

Who?

Love letters sent between lovers possessing intriguing codes secrets and hidden messages keeping each other guessing even after the letter is returned to it’s envelope, I enjoy email, it f*cking stresses me out mind, many a time I’ll press send then panic with questions of, ‘did I express myself as I intended? Oh God have I offended her? Worse still upset?’ Not to worry, more often than not my replies made her smile even laugh sometimes. Long ago I came to a decision not to on-line date, women have told me the horror stories, explained how scams work, perhaps I’m a cynic, for one thing is sure I know there are lots of lonely ladies out there, perhaps I should give it a try, honesty is one aspect of WordPress that is plain to see, the blogger you are reading is bearing her soul, truthful and trusting, me also because not a single word is a lie………………come to think of it perhaps on my old blog I did say I’d done anal, that must have been some weird dream because I haven’t been there…………..yet, enough and I’m SORRY!!!!!

Returning to naked me and Chantelle our bodies near joined as one tenderly rolling atop her double bed, me luckiest man alive hugging a beautiful mature lady……if a little overweight!

To be continued in my fourth and final part

©Andrew ❤

Erotica. She let me cum……… pt2

Original story written by ©Andrew

(continue from pt1)

feb2016 (1) …………………. this romantic tale comes in four parts, hope you read part 1, btw the naughty part begins in part three but how I came to meet Chantelle is important to my story.

So no sex yet!

Keep patient hopefully you’ll find it pretty hot stuff!

………..this romantic tale took place (perhaps it’s fiction 😉 ) after I’d deleted my first blog and for twelve months I’ve purposely shied away from writing about my sex life, number one because no one is interested, number two I find reading sex blogs tedious tho I love reading erotic poetry, but sex blogs lack soul to the point I haven’t Followed one in over a year and number three I haven’t layed a woman in ages! True that.

And I’m NOT showing off! 

So now you understand why I’ve refrained from tales of sex on this blog, apart from Helen’s striptease of course, but I didn’t masturbate while watching her breast examination so that doesn’t really count! I’ve banned myself from talking sex but for one time only I’m going to re tell a true story……. 😉 then again this may be fiction 😉 …… did you know there are awards for badly written erotic fiction………..I could Google it but can’t be assed b’cause it’s late!

Okay LOL I’ll attempt a dirty story………………. Setting the scene, one sunny afternoon several month’s ago I found myself inside a Flat in Canning Town………… that’s London to you………more precisely in a bedroom waiting for a mature woman, just how I like em!

:/ Ok ‘I found myself in a Flat’ isn’t a great beginning, let me start again by saying Chantelle and I had emailed too and fro for many weeks before first meeting, not a dating site mind let’s just say dating isn’t entirely the point to the particular chatroom we frequent, wouldn’t you LOVE me to reveal it’s name, afraid not! Ok why not there’s this website called ‘backpage’ where you place an advertisement when want an item, let’s say for example a wardrobe no let’s say sex instead and you’ve guessed internet users looking for sex go to ‘backpage’ to find the look of someone they like, there’s a message board for corresponding, telephone numbers are exchanged and then if the guy likes the look of the woman and the woman likes the look of the guy AND they both believe and trust each other they meet up! Easy as NO it’s a frigging minefield of scammers liars raving nutcases, but if you trust your sixth sense, implicitly, use common sense ‘backpage’ can be fun BUT lol you won’t ever find your soul partner and live happily ever after! 😦

NO MONEY CHANGES HANDS!!!!

Do I need to explain anymore or have you fathomed how ‘backpage’ works? Put it this way you’re not buying a wardrobe in the furniture section!

God I could explain the point to ‘backpage’ and how it works ALL evening, lol let’s cut to the chase, one evening many months ago whilst scrolling through ladies pictures I happened across a forty year old divorcee called Chantelle, I clicked her thumbs up then she looks at my profile and clicks my thumbs up and then both being signed up members, how ‘backpage’ makes money, we both view each other’s profile pages normally hidden from view and importantly each other’s ‘photographs’ and when I say photographs I actually mean filthy near pornographic nude selfies, all tasteful and legal mind, well ours were on the whole tasteful, so we chatted on the message board, became friends then one sunny afternoon in July………

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Andrew

Sample taken from my profile page!

To be continued in part 3 then part 4.

Andrew 🙂

 

Erotica. She let me cum……… pt1

Original story written by ©Andrew

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……………then again perhaps I didn’t cum in her mouth and this is a fictional tale.
 
I remember sexy times with ladies as vivid images burnt across my mind, I remember conservations as if my brain possessed an old style tape recording machine, mental powers alone able to press a virtual reality play button whilst sitting on a commuting bus, gazing out the window daydreaming and bored………..Jeez there’s so many unforgettable conversations to replay then again some deeply regrettable, perhaps this is a privilege only bestowed upon persons using public transport? I really mean that, an opportunity tailor made for talented bloggers unlike me. (Ahh, but true!)

Yes you did read that right, public transport! It’s a question of time my lovelies solitary boredom feeds a wandering mind! Good that. 

Sometimes I glance around people sitting on the top deck going to work, all doing very little, a few talking in hushed tones and not many read or listen to music which might surprise you, perhaps the jolting swaying down country lanes puts people off I know it does me. Most are silent deep in thought gazing out the windows, and I’ll find myself sitting there watching faces so curious, wondering what conversations and life stories they are playing back on their virtual tape machines? Arguments, happy times, last night’s telly or daydreaming sexual encounters they’ve had or wished they’d had, that pretty Sunday School teacher, a large bust so out of proportion for her slender figure, morning worship and I’d sit in the pew behind staring at the back of her bra, fantasies of what wonders the lingerie held up.

How many of you have the opportunity to sit alone each day, calm quiet with only your thoughts for company and if you’re really unlucky, two hours each day. Squandered precious time, Yes of course it is!

The deck of a bus holds forty adults all sexes and ages trapped constrained by passengers sitting next to them, all with important places to go, yes I’d agree if you said self inflicted solitude is dull and boring, if that’s what you’re thinking, but I’m here to tell you commuting to work by bus or train is one of life’s opportunities to let your imagination run riot, here comes the naughty bit.

No word of a lie many a time I’ve been travelling to work on a bus with an attractive young lady sitting next to me, I ain’t no perv mind but if you said voyeur, I am. I have been known to surreptitiously keep half an eye on her legs if she’s wearing a dress or skirt, you see when a lady sits you’ll know her skirt hem slips towards her hips, gliding across smooth black nylon tights revealing her shapely thighs squeezed tightly together, pussy lips closed tightly shut, her hem line resting distance dependent on the skirt’s length to begin with. Inconsequentials such as skirt length can make or break a bachelors day, if the lady works for a bank I’ll see her knees and little else, if she’s a College student (age 16+) chances are her skirt hem stops inches below her soft cotton gusset, knickers filled with forbidden fruit tasting moist and sweet on a guys tongue………………well pussy’s always taste sweet to me!

Where was I? Commuting to work by bus! Hmm before becoming side tracked by thoughts of female legs I hope I’ve explained that far from being boring quiet solitude, the rhythmic side to side rocking of a bus allows one’s imagination to race with perhaps dreams of conquests past……………………or then again what to cook for the children’s tea tonight………. you pays your money you takes your choice……….. and those of you who blog, maybe you’re a little envious? Nah Andrew don’t be silly, the gift of time is ticking away.

Returning to me seated next to a young lady, when opportunity permits gazing at her smooth thighs (student not banker), and bare in mind commuting etiquette necessitates let’s call rule number one, that two human bodies never knowingly touch other, not even the slightest of contact’s……. do and you’ll get an evil glare, slip a hand between her thighs and you’ll get five years inside! ……..I’ll reach the end of this bloody ‘hosiery’ tale if it takes all evening!!!! Time to time I’ll peek at her black tighted thighs, highly erotic and turning me on but not exciting enough to give me a full hard on, the young lady quite oblivious unless she herself looks down aware blood is engorging my groin causing a hump in my jean crotch.

Little does she know, her oh so sexy legs recall memories of pleasant afternoon’s spent in bed with females of my own, my now perfumed neighbour overpowering my consciousness. I wait in eager anticipation when a bus stops hoping for a pretty lady to sit next to me, clutching her handbag drawn into her tummy and if I rest my elbow on the window seal, support the weight of my head via hand and forearm, I can twist my torso slightly and watch her out the corner of my eye without her noticing, I hope, and when the bus rides a bump I see her heavy bust bounce or jiggle if she’s little tits, really lucky if her collars open I may even see the hint of a bra cup, that quickens my breath and makes my heart beat a little faster, a vapour of cheap perfume wafting my nostrils, bras boobs black tighted thighs give rise to a harder phallus…………even came in my boxers once, wonder if she noticed………so ladies if you’re sitting on a train next to a guy don’t assume he’s contemplating the weather! 😉

Got there in the end! Am I a naughty boy? :/ Or am I worse?

I could write a book of tape recorded stories in my brain, oh I already have, they’re all on my first blog LONG ago deleted………….and why is a long story! But in hindsight I’m pleased I kept no copies, so beware all you poets, story tellers and bloggers, keep copies, back up your files! 

The heavenly tale I’m soon to tell, remember you still have an opportunity to run, all……..

To be continued, and I ain’t deleting this time! 1000 words done 2000 to go.

© Andrew ❤

Erotica – introduction to my original story

male-orgasm-2After writing and ‘posting’ Helen’s Striptease I’ve been temporarily bitten by a story telling bug, don’t worry I’ll get better!

Residing in my Drafts, loved, surviving deletion rests my first and final, one and only, original fictional story © ME, and incidentally sooon to be uploaded here, fingers crossed a few of you will enjoy reading because it was fun writing and took frigging hours to edit!

Bare in mind please my tale IS loosely based around true events.

© Andrew.

‘I was led never manipulated always willing’

I challenged myself to write a fictional story and took the challenge very seriously, it began life genre erotica but soon became sexually explicit very explicit the result being probably more airplane Terminal bookshop than serious literature, no matter erotica it was to be.

Erotica, def. Noun. Erotic art or literature

However 4700 words and many hours later I’d gotten carried away with myself and as a consequence my tale evolved, let me explain, 20 years ago, I know a long time ago but stay along for the ride no pun intended, whilst still a young man I’d toured central France by train, on my own I might add with only a rucksack and tent for company. Well a good way into my travels, and having missed all connections, I found myself sitting alone inside a provincial railway station waiting room, Le Mans Town to be exact and note the terminus clock was 10.55pm a time worth knowing!

So I’m sitting on a bench seat extremely tired, muscle achingly weary, completely exhausted, totally disorientated and yes frightened. Why? Because I hadn’t anywhere to stay that late June evening worse still the station was now emptying soon to close, consequently I knew within minutes I’d be out on the Street, alone at night, wandering a foreign city in pitch dark.

Fretting, with only minutes before staff evacuated what few passengers remained, a middle aged guy with dyed brown wispy fine hair, for some reason I’ll never forget the hair, sits down next to me, btw quite good looking, and starts chatting in hard to follow near incompressible broken sentence English, and slightly bewildered by this disorientating friendly introduction we struck up a ridiculous conversation until 11.05pm.

Only when sitting in his Renault Twingo, being driven to his house did I finally question why my Good Samaritan friend had been wandering around a waiting room 5 minutes before closing, only when sitting alongside him speeding around Le Mans backstreets did reality dawn on me he’d been seeking out, grooming, hoping to pickup a weary young backpacker. Me. Doh it slowly dawned on me his whole evening had been mapped out, he’d been cruising for young men and remember I hadn’t spotted he was gay, a fact rather important to the tale.

Naïvely and stupidly getting into a car with a single guy I didn’t know, in France, then driving to his home late at night was and is pure madness, in fact my stupidity brought about a depression which affected me for many months afterward but my tale doesn’t stop there though, oh no, consumed in what I’d describe as a ‘whirlwind’ I followed him into his home and slept naked in his bed with him naked alongside me, so up to THIS point my story is true as told, but from there on in the rest is pure fiction because combining actual true events with fiction seemed a fun idea, well my completed tale will be uploaded soon!

That much is TRUE.

Jeez I don’t half witter on!! …………but please don’t expect tooo much, humour me!

Andrew 🙂

To be continued…………………..