Playing with myself dreaming of Amanda! (Erotica)

Adult themes? I don’t think so, we’ve ALL played with our ūüėČ willies’ and ‚̧ ‘kitties since the day we can remember.

“Well do you? I do!”

A tale of playing with myself and dreaming of Amanda! (Erotica)

To answer the question posed in a previous post, the story tale or poem either stimulates the mind and the genitals or it doesn’t, the picture adds to the mood. ūüôā

Come late evening, tired verging on sleepiness, I’ll stand beside my bed with its duvet corner pulled back exposing soft linen sheets atop a firm mattress, all the while following my well rehearsed undressing routine, pulling my boxer shorts down always the final garment to leave my body. Then perhaps I’ll pause for a second touching stroking the erogenous areas of my body, parts covered throughout my day, feeling the cool room air against my skin before climbing into bed and laying back with a weary sigh! Rested comfortable sleepy I end my routine by pulling the heavy cushioned duvet up and over my body, and after having reached over switching the bed side table light out, that’s how my long night’s slumber begins.

I was going to say ‘lay prostrate’ similar to that of a deceased body lying on the slab, I won’t, though that’s the vision crossing before my eyes and least I’m honest. It’s times like these before sleep time that one contemplates their own mortality with eyelids wide open staring into inky black nothingness.

Then I’ll draw my right arm across my face, forearm covering my closing eyes, with always my left arm down below and open palm cupped around my testicle sack. A beautiful caring position is touching oneself whichever the sex, and now tenderly holding and rolling smooth balls between my finger and thumb I’ll playful fondle myself to sleep. Oh and I forgot to say gently! Only a guy can explain the sudden sharp stab of pain if he squeezes his balls tooo tightly!

And that’s the way I send myself to sleep every night, every single night, and so much more relaxing than counting sheep don’t you think? I’ll let you into another secret, lovingly stroking and caressing those small egg shaped orbs is a comfort, a feeling of all the days anxieties being gently cleansed from my body, I guess much the same way three year olds send themselves to sleep clutching a soft furry teddy to their breast.

I don’t know why I’m having to justify myself lol, they’re my balls for heavens sake and I love them!!!

Does anyone else send themselves to sleep like this, hands cupping their balls? Fingers inside their warm kitty? Hmm lol don’t answer!

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However once in a while, on an evening such as this, I’ll get a hard on whilst picturing our 50 year old secretary from work, a bright vision of sensuality emblazoned against invisible blackness, and let’s name her Amanda! Always at times like this Amanda is undressed to her bra and panties, isn’t the word panties deliciously sexy, rolling of the tongue like honey from the back of a warm metal spoon!

Closing my eyes tight shut, concentrating hard, Amanda’s hands now reach behind her back, dextrous fingers releasing the clip of her bra strap to reveal large milky coloured breasts, sagging slightly and many years since they dripped their final bead of nectar from teats sucked a thousand times. In my dreams Amanda always has drooping pendulous boobs b’cause she’s a mature lady and that’s the way I love her.

Then gazing longingly into my eyes Amanda drops her delicate lingerie to one side giving a soft whisper moments later as it hits the floor. Smiling coyly she places her two hands on her hips, slips two thumbs beneath the elasticated hem of white cotton knickers, so sexy and virginal, before arching her body forward and pulling the sexy garment downwards, its hem riding atop the curve of her hips, its soft fabric skimming down smooth thighs and resting on her ankles. Almost a virgin but not quite!

Standing upright again and never once breaking her gaze from my eyes, Amanda’s pussy is always bald in my dream the slit of her lips quite visible, and because she’s birthed two daughters in her lifetime, the ragged edges of soft labia resembling a slightly parted genital curtain, and best of all revealing a shocking pink vagina contrasting against her milky white skin.

Jeeze now I’ve got a hard on!

But I’m not gonna masturbate, nope I’m not in the right frame of mind to enjoy pleasuring myself! Feeling far tooo anxious after the day I’ve had.

And as I sit here typing, I wonder if she still has a young girl’s mop of pubic hair? Yes she’s an older woman yet still able to look handsome wearing shoulder length hair, unusual for the more mature ladies? However Amanda dyes hers brunette these days, and I know she does b’cause time to time I see the first millimetres of natural grey coloured growth. The comedienne Jenny √Čclair said hair down below is the first thing a lady loses after her menopause? Smooth as a babies bottom she said hers was! ¬†

Amanda, not a stitch of clothing draped upon her 50 years old pear shape figure, looking gorgeous, and getting me evermore excited as I lay there picturing this middle aged nude before my eyes. Her legs now slightly further apart, an index finger pressed between parted labia lips, is gently circling and pulling at her clitoral skin making her breath quicken panting even.

Incidentally a question to the older woman who lol isn’t going to answer but hey my story, the waves of genital pleasure a woman experiences at age 50! Are they just as awesome and powerful as when she was 17 or is the kitty beginning to tire?

Where was I? Oh yes laying underneath my warm cosy duvet with the bedroom lights out, my eyes tightly closed imagining an older woman called Amanda wanking herself in my nightdream, me with one forearm resting atop my forehead, and the other tightly holding my ‘sack’ caressing fondling my two balls.

Then as my excitement ever quickens the tip of my penis begins to twitch and tingle releasing beads of precum, a males very own wetness which moistens within my foreskin and NOW feeling down right dirty and horny!! Genitals excited into a life of their own, I release the hold on my testicles instinctively curling fingers round the warm sensitive skin of my hardness, my gentle grip pushing upwards then tugging down again. Then with knuckles tensing, gripping my shaft more firmly, I start to wank harder and quicker and quicker still, so making me pant and gulp for more fresh night air! 

But I know these warm and gorgeous pleasurable sensations emanating from the tops of my thighs, around my whole groin, won’t last forever, and now with my body still and motionless except for the vigorous energy applied from my hand, I jerk my hand back and forth, my clenched fingers kissing the rim of my bellend now so sensitive it makes my hips raise, and all the while gazing deep into Amanda’s wet vulva!!¬†

Jesus I know I’m gonna cum soon and this beautiful relaxing pleasure won’t last much longer, with that I’ll whip back my duvet, never once slowing the work from my hand, then feeling the semen palpably rise from my balls, and whispering a “omg I’m gonna cum soon”, gazing at a vision of Amanda’s open pussy, her thighs stretched wide apart I’ll imagine her naked body for a few seconds more! ‘Oh I so want to feel myself deep inside her vagina’ I say to myself, a feeling that makes the tip of my penis throb and buck as I try to capture those pleasurable seconds before orgasm. Then with one final jerk of my wrist, my back arches toward the ceiling, and my groin explosively convulses sending a stream of warm sticky cum across my stomach!¬†

“God I needed that!”

Then as my breathing slows and as the shaft of my penis goes limp and soft, after my brief intimate moment of sexual pleasure subsides, only then does it finally dawn on me,

“Damn I’m gonna have to go and shower now……………why the hell did I have to cum?”

 

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Do you check your testicles for lumps and bumps? I check mine.

 

ūüôā By Andrew.

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Peeing in the shower (JFF & NOT explicit)

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This afternoon I’ve been chatting with my fabulous 9 year old nephew and he tells me ‘The Emoji Move: Express Yourself’ is “absolute pants!” Incidentally Rotten Tomatoes approved tomatometer critics give this movie a 10% positive review, so lol you’ve been duly warned ūüėÄ

Wet-beach-men-guys-in-gear-naked-ass-jocks-shower-bath-kissing-pool-muscle-speedo- gym-gay-sex-peeing-water-sports-gif-locker-room-piss-Oh yes my post Peeing in the shower! Where shall we begin and note there’s NO imagery this is just for fun!

I haven’t published a JFF post for a while, plus I’m feeling a little hmm :/ , so I thought why not write something hopefully ‘entertaining’ yet at the same time make a serious point.

Now hold on before you leave me, ūüôā I know I’m prone to writing ‘unusually themed’ posts, an understatement if ever there was one, but believe me or not ‘Peeing in the shower’ is a serious topic for discussion amongst politicians and public health officials across many Countries, especially if they have water shortage problems.

So with water conservation in mind I thought why not discuss, try and convince you, plus share a few photographs of men taking showers I found along the way, makes a welcome change from seeing naked women. ūüôā

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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 ūüėÄ play a computer game and have more fun instead. Thank you ūüôā )

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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 ūüėÄ

“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 ūüėÄ , after all I’ve written about visual images burnt into my consciousness and virtual tape machines in my brain recording intimate conversations ūüėÄ 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 ūüėÄ 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, ūüėÄ and a few comments I’ll reveal which.)

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

Erotica, She let me cum……… pt3

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? ūüėÄ 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 ūüôā 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 ūüėÄ we leave our two lovers for the moment, embraced facing each other kissing on the lips, all very tender and motionless.

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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 ūüėČ ) 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……. ūüėČ then again this may be fiction ūüėČ …… 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! ūüė¶

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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Sample taken from my profile page!

To be continued in part 3 then part 4.

Andrew ūüôā

 

‘Helen’s Striptease’ an old story ‘polished!’

After two years of ‘writing’ on WordPress some readers may possibly be aware I have no common single theme on Blog Andrew but I’ve always published with one aim and that is if at least one person enjoys reading whether that be photographs, a silly tale or even a cookery lesson then I’m happy and certainly don’t wish for awards and recognition. (As if ūüėÄ )

Further still over the course of those two years I haven’t reblogged a previous Post which some will be thankful for! However for the first time I’m going to re publish a personal favourite in hope that people enjoy, the incident lol happened a good while ago and has been rewritten in part and this time I’ll be more truthful and say, judge me if you will, but this happened…………… anyways it’s my blog and all that so I’ll post again ūüėÄ

But beware this tale won’t be to everyone’s taste. ‚̧ ……….. and the next will be different again.Voyeur 4

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Google image…….a movie still I think?

‚ÄėWhere to begin? I’ll set the scene that’s a good place to start…………… One evening a good few years ago I was peeking through my slightly parted bedroom curtains, my body propped up against the window¬†sill gazing out across the¬†fields which lay behind the house opposite, tonight I was watching a truly spectacular thunder and lightening display, this evening I was privileged to witnessing mother nature’s awe inspiring power, raw unbridled magnificent energy, every few minutes I felt my house shake after loud claps of thunder overhead, several minutes further and my eyes would be momentarily blinded by phosphorous white lightening strikes thunderstorms so very specific to English hot summers, then finally tarmac bouncing rain quenching England of all stifling heat and humidity………….. luckily the rain would stay away for a few hours longer!!!

……….. below this display of electric lightening and bedroom rocking thunder a bright light suddenly appeared from the third story room window opposite, an angled rooftop window set against grey tiles, and a white luminance so bright it woke me from my magnificent daydream, so what vision did my focusing eyes see?

There standing before me in clear close view was the silhouette of a slim¬†auburn haired middle aged lady standing waist up behind her window sill‚Ķ‚Ķ‚Ķ. I knew her to speak to as my neighbour across the Street, a lady called Helen (not really), age 45ish attractive in a yummy mummy sort of way, I fancied her of course and she‚Äôs happily married to a lovely guy but I wouldn‚Äôt say no if she asked, I‚Äôve seen her picking up leaves in the front garden and she‚Äôs a handsome figure of a woman, a young looking sexy 45 year old, even after ‘blank’ children she still has a trim figure.

In a state of nerves and shock, my mind trying to process what the f#ck was happening over the road, I quickly ran and rummaged through a draw for my binoculars, God knows how I didn’t break my neck on the laminate flooring, then quick as a flash I regained my position and with hands shaking drew the lenses to my eyes. I can remember clearly the moment Helen’s bright window appeared, crystal clear and pin sharp, a vision so close now I could make out expressions on her face and the room within, my heart pounding catching my breath I propped my elbows on the sill and watched!!!!! I’d seen breasts down blouses before, by chance mind, but now I was a proper voyeur lol.

I‚Äôve seen and chatted to Helen many times before but seeing her tonight was a whole lot different, I assumed this was her spare room but I‚Äôve no idea it being situated above my eye line¬†and set well back behind¬†Street‚Äôs view, no one but me could see¬†Helen and¬†she was safe in the knowledge I wouldn‚Äôt be watching however I was, all very Hitchcock‚Äôs Rear Window! Well tonight for¬† 25 minutes or so she went about her homely duties, mainly carrying bundles of clothes around the room, folding sheets, putting clean washing in draws?¬†Who knows, just understand Helen was busy and I‚Äôm excited,¬†both engrossed and fascinated I watched as she’d paused time to time under the apex of this small cramped space, stopping aside the smallish square open window, blind open, visible waist up, me watching….incredible!

Each time Helen paused her domestic routine I could see she was wearing a skin tight yellow tee shirt so visibly figure hugging I made out the profile of her bosom but the height of the window meant I could see no lower. Observing her was enough and I wasn’t masturbating, she looked so lovely against this bright white light, still calm and deep in thought a side of her I’d never witnessed, a lovely lady and I fancied her AND yes I agree with you I was invading her privacy! :/

Well after a few minutes of innocent voyeurism all the more exciting because the female recipient was unaware, she paused again and did something so shocking I remember swallowing hard and the binoculars trembling, Helen suddenly pulled up her shirt from the waist moving her arms skywards stripping off the garment over her head, then she held it up to the light (not window) looked at it then folded and threw to her side, at this point I was totally stunned, gobsmacked, omg I couldn’t believe I was actually watching her undress for the first and only time in my life! Jesus a performance like this only really happens in filthy novels and artistic movies. To say I was amazed is a frigging understatement, my mind was alive, my heart was pounding, the tip of my penis quivering, the lady opposite was wearing only a pretty white bra set against her pink naked body, Helen’s gorgeous and I’m partial to naturel small breasts. 

Seconds later she reached her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra allowing the white straps to glide down her arms before again tossing the undergarment to her side, minutes ago I’d been watching the approaching soon to be thunderstorm peeking through curtains, and by pure glorious coincidence I now see an illuminated nude like painting of the lady opposite near completely naked and all with my binocular lens centred on her perfect small pert breasts, her pink skin and auburn hair. Nothing below mind but I didn’t care, tonight I was a voyeur intimately watching my neighbour Helen undress and in hindsight I’m at a loss as to why I didn’t faint or have a heart attack. Unbelievable! Incredible! Beautiful! OMFG!!!! Voyeurism is wrong but by God forbidden fruit tastes sweet.

Throughout this striptease performance I‚Äôd asked myself ‚Äėwhat‚Äôs she looking at her gaze fixed on something across the room?‚Äô She‚Äôd been alone, was it a mirror or picture¬†and I could sense Helen‚Äôs mind is distracted by something, then she startled me, she¬†stretched an arm straight up¬†in the¬†air and proceeded to move her other¬†hand below the¬†armpit gently smoothing the palm against¬†her skin, methodically caressing in circling motions a picture of concentration etched across her face.

I should I have turned away shouldn’t I? Closed the curtains and gone back to bed! You must be f&%king joking legally it’s my window sill and the view out is mine!

Of course I kept watching.

Helen¬†caressessed squeezed prodded her breasts with two fingers¬†then switching hands¬†she repeated this now obvious checking ritual beneath the other pit of her upwardly stretched arm, all the while her face a picture of serene concentration, she even held both boobs at once as if¬†pointing squirting sprays of milk at a mirror and now I‚Äôm sure she’s looking at her reflection in¬†a mirror opposite?¬†Of course by now I‚Äôd worked out what she was doing, I was witness to something very private and intimate, she was¬†examining her breasts in a time honoured womanly routine¬†her wistful calmness so beautiful it touched my soul (true), she‚Äôd been of course feeling for changes within her breasts, I hope to God there were none¬†and of course tonight I was a very VERY lucky man.

So a question to any ladies reading and judging voyeur Andrew, remember that definition, I ask if you happened to be watching a neighbour strip naked then feel squeeze examine his testicles what would you do? Close the curtains? Go to bed? Or satisfy your voyeuristic appetite? Come on be honest now, no please don’t, but I have my own idea what you’d all do, one or two would be in bed long before now and the rest would have their hand down the front of their knickers doing the things girls do, remember I’m NOT a nasty man.

So how did your late night adventure end Andrew? Well her breast examinations lasted five minutes then all of a sudden something startled her, perhaps a noise from the Street below or a sudden awareness she was in-fact standing naked in her bedroom, lights on, aside an open window because tonight was so damn hot and humid, who knows? But quick as a flash she pulled a forearm across her chest covering her breasts at the same time leaning forward forcibly pulling down the blind shut!!

Performance over I caught my breath, my heart rate lowered as I climbed into bed and most amusingly of all still holding my binoculars, I woke up next morning with them! Then I slept like a baby totally utterly exhausted and btw at no point did I masturbate myself a middle aged man can only take so much excitement in one evening. Have I ever seen her undress again? NO because I never look out of my window unless there’s lightening to watch thunder to hear, in-fact that statement is absolutely true. So consequently I’ve never seen her undress again or honestly attempted to, yes even on humid warm balmy evenings because I know for fact striptease displays, a naked woman, live breast examinations are coincidences that happen once in a guys lifetime.’

So there you are, last time I published this I questioned ‘is¬†my voyeurism a true tale or fiction? Is¬†my¬†incredibly vivid and¬†erotic memory so etched across my mind¬†only a story? I‚Äôll¬†allow the reader to¬†decide’, well the evenings events as written actually happened, judge me she certainly would, fabulous and all very Jimmy Stewart in Hitchcock’s ‘Rear Window’.

Ladies I’ll leave you with one thought, be careful what you are doing late at night in your bedroom because someone might be be watching! ūüėÄ

© Andrew

EROTICA – my original story

For context clarity and an understanding of what is true and what is fiction here¬†please read¬†my introduction post, if you don’t then I fear you won’t understand why and how I came to be in his bedroom. You just won’t!

Disclaimer, we¬†slept all night naked together but we didn’t have sex.

‘I was tired from travelling and hadn’t anywhere to sleep, the choice was stark¬†a park bench for the night or go home with him, so I chose him, I was just relieved to be safe.¬†Never doubt¬†though he’d¬†taken a chance, planned and plotted,¬†endangered his liberty and freedoms¬†as he probably did¬†every evening,¬†on the outside he appeared friendly, on the inside existed¬†a darker more predatory man, calculating and immoral,¬†but remember¬†as you follow¬†this story I did like him!

Nervously¬†I crept out of his¬†ensuite bathroom wearing only a towel round my waist,¬†clasping clothes bundled in my arms, my¬†comfort blanket, I’d just had a lovely warm skin tingling shower¬†only to be faced by the French¬†guy standing naked a few paces from me, and¬†to say I’m¬†startled no shocked¬†is¬†possibly the biggest¬†understatement ever,¬†but I sensed no hostility or aggression and his sweet smile betrayed nothing more than he was as nervous as I, seconds passed and he smiled, yes he had a friendly face¬†and feeling less anxious I smiled in return,¬†I’m a good judge of character and he’d been¬†a lovely guy this whole evening,¬†in fact he’d been a perfect gentleman ever since picking me up at the Station,¬†but¬†beneath¬†my very¬†invigorating shower I’d slowly come to my senses,¬†I finally understood he’d been more than very friendly striking up that conversation in the waiting room, he’d been cruising, I’d been picked up, the penny had dropped whilst hot water cascaded down my slim pink body, and I knew¬†as I’d suspected, at long last I¬†was sure¬†he was gay, I stopped and stood like a statue in the doorway, sh#t what happens now!

In retrospect, looking back to that evening, I¬†appear to judge him¬†more harshly now, his choice of lifestyle is¬†perhaps¬†more dishonest than I’d first though, he’d groomed me planned and plotted and still to this day that bothers me. All these years later¬†I really don’t care he’d visited a train station, ten minutes before the entrance doors were closed for the evening, a prison for the night, doors¬†to be opened early next morning, each night he¬†went looking¬†men and tonight I was he. But my new found distaste forgets one truth, if he hadn’t given me a bed for the night I would have been sleeping in a Le Mans Street, beaten or¬†robbed, a conundrum if ever there was one! But that’s now immaterial, I went home with him and¬†does it matter¬†he picked men up¬†to f#ck? If¬†he lives a life without harming anyone, doesn’t lie or cheat then¬†‘cruising’ is fine however unconventional¬†his life is by societies twisted standards, so yes he picked up men taking them home for consensual sex, well I had a bloody good feeling that’s what he expects, but so what he just lives his life that way, by a different set of rules it’s nobody else’s business but his own¬†………. AFTERALL WE’RE A LONG TIME DEAD!

However if he visited that¬†railway station every evening¬†to pickup young women solely for sex, tired single lonely fearful virginal¬†women, knowing the station would be soon closed is that different?……..yes but it shouldn’t BE.

Paul Avril 19th-century erotic interpretation ofHadrian and Antinous

Back to my tale, I’ve¬†walked out of his ensuite shower naked to be confronted by my Good Samaritan standing at the foot of his bed undressed and now slightly aroused, the tip of his dick, pulsating with fresh new blood, quivering, engorged, they have a mind of their own and his member wanted in my mouth or ass. My whole being was in a state of shock, disbelief¬†and confusion, there we both stood a few feet apart, two naked males, statuesque-like bodies¬†a soft shade of rose¬†pink but for¬†a mop of jet black hair sprouting from each others groin, compared to the gloriously proportioned female nude, mythological Greek goddesses, slim figures pert breasts¬†the sensual inward curve¬†toward her vulva,¬†lips of labia¬†disappearing between slightly parted thighs, dripping with salty nectar, in comparison to¬†a lady don’t male’s ‘bits and pieces’ seem well out of place? Oh if he’d only¬†been a woman I would have knelt at her feet, licked sucked and nuzzled her warm wet slit……………….. then an electrified synapse in my brain shook my paralysed mind into reality, here stood a naked man before me! Oh f#ck!!!

(I’m slightly wishing I’d chosen my soon to be lover a woman, no going back Andrew!)

The guy in my tale is cuddly bear of a¬†man, he¬†resembled a 12 year old with all traces of pubic hair removed from his body, quite sweet not effeminate, I dislike limp wristed men, he’s gay and that’s ok by me. He¬†looked¬†at me¬†a welcoming smile crossed his face,¬†now¬†having regained my sanity I could see he carried a slight paunch but he was¬†still rather well toned, in fact quite¬†a good looking handsome guy, with Gallic face slightly died hair¬†…..hmmm about¬†50! For what seemed an age my heartbeat raced as¬†we looked¬†at each other,¬†then he’d drop his gaze, eyes¬†following the contours of my¬†body to my waist, stop, then a little further to my pelvis, I knew exactly what¬†he’s fixated with¬†a look of longing towards¬†my groin, a pursing of the lips, I didn’t feel uncomfortable though, all anxiety was gone and I could feel my¬†inhibitions dissipating. Ive never thought myself gay in fact I knew I wasn’t gay, I adored women, but tonight I felt¬†alive, a mixture of danger and excitement, and yes electricity now¬†coursing through my veins,¬†wow¬†I could feel my genitals tingling, must be all those thousands of stimulated nerve endings……. unnoticed¬†he’d moved slowly toward me pausing¬†looking into my eyes,¬†this guy for I still don’t know his name was only inches away,¬†by now he must have sensed I¬†found him attractive?¬†Perhaps¬†all evening he’d dreamed of having his wicked way with me, using my body¬†as he desired,¬†or more worryingly perhaps he was a predatory man who ever since the first minute he set eyes on me, groomed me, the¬†only thought on his mind sex………. but I don’t care, none of that matters now!

My heart¬†pounding¬†I could feel the warmth of his¬†body against mine his arms now wrapped around my waist, soft¬†genitals pressing against my own,¬†the thought of kissing a man had always repulsed me but now I felt¬†his breath on my lips,¬†a waft of¬†cologne¬†inside my nostrils so different to the scent of female perfume. The whole evening he’d taken¬†a lead, made the first move, I was out of my depth and¬†this Frenchman¬†knew it, I sensed he understood with crystal clarity I was his tonight, our lips touched,¬†gently at first, then as passions stirred¬†he became more forceful and¬†eager finally eating at my face, Jesus he’s an animal! But tonight I was open to new experiences,¬†I will go wherever he takes me, exchanging saliva with another man¬†excited me turned me on. So we kissed for a while longer cheek to cheek each others stubble stimulating the skin, our heads¬†moving rhythmically side to side, his eyes¬†tight shut¬†mine¬†wide open, I’ve always enjoyed fucking women with my eyes open, so¬†close to hers they’re unable to focus.

He pulled away,¬†broke the silence finally asking my name, “You never said what your name is?”

“You never asked……….it’s Paul” I replied.

Then he whispered in my ear “Paul do you want to suck my dick?” I¬†recoiled away from him in disgust, only his arms around my waist held me from falling back into his bathroom, I¬†pulled away further breaking his strong clasp,¬†tried to leave him then glanced down at his erect member, I couldn’t, this was a step tooo far, I needed time to allow my thoughts to catch up with¬†a¬†brain¬†now in a time lag the adrenaline¬†flowing through every part of my body excited me even more,¬†I too¬†was beginning to become aroused glancing at¬†his face then looking at his groin then¬†his slightly chubby face again, umm I’ve seen worse dicks¬†inside a men’s shower room, nude men have never bothered me. I’d now successfully mastered my momentary time warp and my brain had finally caught up with reality, I glanced down again feeling mildly shocked, I to was standing erect, I moved closer again, our erect genitals touched now trapped against each others thighs, we embraced again, arms enveloping each others hips, soft red succulent lips wet with minty saliva gorging at each other, so pleased I’d brushed my teeth, secure in his arms all inhibitions melting away we kissed again and again.

Yep this evening no question I was gay, no I’ll qualify that with bi sexual, I’ve always and still do think we’re a mixture of sexual orientation, a definitive line in the sand doesn’t exist, or perhaps tonight, being carried away in the excitement of unknown pleasures had clouded my standards and judgement?

“No I cannot” I answered, “it’s not you, you’ve been lovely sweet and kind ever since you picked me up, but I’m not gay”¬† I said¬†my eyes now slightly moist at the now lie,¬† “I’m sorry I cannot take you in my mouth, I don’t want to and please don’t make me.”

“Shush now that’s ok my sweet English friend we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to”¬†as he¬†pressed his body even¬†closer to mine, his strong arms wrapped around me squeezing me so tightly a reflex motion pushed my hands forward holding either side of his waist, that felt nice, he was carrying a few pounds and I guess I was¬†clasping¬†his¬†love handles. We kissed some more, our lips wet with saliva pressed¬†tight against each other, I gulped and gulped again, then I felt his tongue force itself into my mouth the tip¬†entwine with mine. He slid his strong hands up and down my back,¬†stroking and massaging¬†the skin¬†until gripping my buttocks so hard I whimpered “ouch”. Panting heavily I did the same, sexual excitement¬†consuming my body,¬†a lustful virgin¬†wanting to learn¬†more carrying¬†me on a wave of ecstasy, I knew whatever was about to happen tonight I wouldn’t be the same man in the morning, I was his, I was happy and¬†smiling to myself¬†I mused ‘what next?’ Now all inhibitions were gone, I was enjoying exploring and loving his body, God his round buttocks were so plump firm and slightly hairy, I didn’t mind, gay or not they felt just like a woman’s, so smooth and round. Now our bodies were¬†as one,¬†chest and thighs¬†touching, our forearms and hands behind each other, my lips devouring his. Then he did something quite unexpected,¬†gripping my buttocks firmly, hands dividing my cheeks,¬†his fingers slipped into¬†the crack of my ass.¬†I didn’t flinch he knew I didn’t mind. He pulled his head back from mine, with his eyes averting my gaze he spat a large blob of saliva into his¬†hands rubbing its wetness between his fingers. He motioned his arm around my waist again pulling my body tightly against his,¬†I felt is ball sack gently whip and bounce against mine, my heart pounding¬†so hard I knew what was coming next then a fearful thought crossed my mind, ‘was¬†I about¬†to have a heart attack’ take my final breath embraced in a strange arms, in a foreign far away¬†land?

Then my whole body flinched, rising skywards, a mild convulsion making me stand on tip toes, his fingers were¬†between the cracks of my ass again and pressed against my butt hole, seconds passed then my body began to relax after its virgin¬†involuntary homoerotic spasm. His lips pulled away………..¬†calmly asking in soft French tones, “You know what I want but I have to ask! Do you mind?”……I shook my head mouth wide open, his fingers pressing the opening, sending tingles up my spine! “I don’t mind”, I smiled.

I couldn’t kiss anymore my head was in a spin so I rested¬†my chin on¬†his shoulder¬†as he¬†methodically slowly and gently inserted two fingers deep¬†inside my anus, so far they touched pressed against¬†my prostate, our bodies embraced harder than ever. “Jesus Christ wholly fuck!” I shouted¬†ecstasy in¬†my voice,¬†an oh so pleasurable¬†feeling¬†emanated from the firm hard walnut shaped organ in my body, continuing to pulse along the whole shaft of my penis, I recognised the orgasmic waves of joy, I had never been so erect and hard in my life, like a rod of iron, my body had never been so electrified and alive as he¬†stroked his finger along the surface of my prostate, I felt like I wanted to pee but didn’t.

Minutes of overwhelming pleasure happiness and blissful euphoria consumed my body, my only thought ‘don’t stop, love me,¬†I want this¬†rapture for all¬†eternity’,¬†while my French guy and I¬†lovingly embracing each other my chin resting on his collar bone, biting his neck, his playful fingers inside my ass, yes he’d groomed¬†me from beginning to here,¬†he’d made moves, led the way¬†but I didn’t mind, just think I could have lived my whole life oblivious to the carnal pleasure only a man could give.

He quietly asked again waking me from a dream, “Paul, would you like me to f#ck you?”

OMG!!!¬†I felt a tightening in my stomach,¬†what had I gotten myself into, my second understatement of the evening, an hour ago I was sitting on a railway platform bench and now I was being sexually propositioned, he’d asked, I was consenting but never once that evening had I felt in danger for my life. My mind and imagination were spinning like a child’s top now, fingers wriggling deep inside my ass,¬†eyes wide open, the dimly lit d√©cor a coloured blur around the periphery of my vision, to this day I don’t know why I said the word “yes” but¬†I did, this involuntary reflection¬†came loudly from my mouth, without me trying to stifle or stop. His arms and hands dropped to his waist as he pulled away, I was a little taken aback by his instant rejection, then he rather tooo quickly¬†motioned across the bedroom carpet, opened a desk draw, hands rummaging amongst clothing, he was searching for something and I had a feeling I knew what!! Then he¬†found what he was looking for and¬†held a small white plastic square to the light, excitedly saying “oui” with his find, all the time me standing statuesque my feet welded to¬†the carpet, and oh yes, f#ck me yes, I knew exactly what he was holding!

Heart in my mouth I knew what was coming next as he rushed around the bedroom a blur of activity, I¬†palpably saw a sexual frenzy overwhelm his being,¬†moving so fast as if worried I’d leave, turning bathroom lights off shutting bedroom¬†doors a whirlwind of activity going on around me.¬†But a¬†calm had enveloped my consciousness, my breath slowed now¬†normal again. I¬†can remember¬†thinking with perfect crystal clear clarity,¬†this is¬†my¬†final moment of choice, sexual intercourse, screwed for the first time in my virgin ass¬†or say no, simple as that, there was no confusion, no ambiguous catch 22 his penis inserted¬†up my ass in ten seconds time, or say “non” right now!

The next 5 seconds went on for an age, you’ll have experienced this stalling of time, I’m told¬†during a car crash time stops still, now I felt like I had a lifetime to make a choice, and it was my choice no backing out now. ………..my answer¬†was a simple yes, uncomplicated as it sounds, answering yes to sex was all I needed to say, tomorrow is the time for regrets, ‘in for a penny in for a pound’ amusedly crossed my mind, a funny English phrase, and why not, life is now regrets come later.¬†Furious activity complete he slowly walked toward me having ripped open the packet¬†only stopping to¬†unfurl¬†the shiny latex along his hard pre coital¬†shaft, complete with dark¬†purple bell end.¬†Now standing¬†in front of me¬†I noticed his skin¬†shimmered and glistened, he was sweating and breathless but with¬†a face carrying¬†a rather worried expression.

“Paul?”, he questioned me, he’d neglected me, allowed me to think for myself for 5 seconds and now I could see the panic in his eyes, would I say no, but with a slight smile and resigned nod of my head I said “I’m ok”, mind you¬†I wasn’t as keen as I once was! His eyes lit up like a child opening a present on xmas day, I’d never seen him so pleased and animated that made¬†me smile,¬†both¬†at peace¬†all tension between us disappeared like ether.

“Laydown” he said smiling,¬†motioning towards the bed, thinking back now¬†yes I reluctantly wearily took steps toward his double bed,¬†feeling the soft brown sheets in my hands as I crawled onto his¬†mattress and dutifully laying on my belly.¬†Out¬†the corner of my eye I¬†could see him pick up a large white bottle¬†taken from the top of an oak table, fuck I knew what that was as I turned my head to look against the opposing wall. I closed my eyes and felt the bed bounce up and down as he sat kneeling alongside my midriff, a heavier man than I first thought! Then¬†I heard the recognisable sound of gel¬†squirting from a pump action bottle top. God he’s not gonna massage me like those Croydon hookers I¬†visit?¬†No¬†I knew what was happening next, repeating ‘yes’ to comfort myself,¬†a feeling of calm overwhelmed me, joyous chemicals secreted my mind coursed my body, I was ready, my¬†intimate passage now receptive to a virginal pleasure never experienced before, emotionless happy without fear or¬†trepidation at last I relaxed,¬†I DID want him inside me, do the dirty deed, f#ck me in the ass!

Still seated by my side, lights dimmed, bedroom warm and cosy, he turned and swung his strong thigh across the small of my back, now sitting straddling my legs, groin pressed between the cheeks of my succulent peachy ass, ripe for dividing in two, receptive to his seed. With hands either side of my turned head, I closed my eyes then seconds later I felt the tip of his erection push through between my squeezed together buttocks, rim of foreskin rubbing the skin coming to rest against my closed hole. My whole body convulsed in shock as the cold sticky gel pressed against the opening!

“Paul” he whispered with a hushed French accent, “Relax”, but I couldn’t, every muscle¬†around my groin¬†and buttocks clenched, he sat back a little¬†then gently massaged my shoulder muscles allowing all tensions to release, minutes passed and¬†a calm overcame me, a drowsiness as if my consciousness and eyelids requested sleep. But I didn’t! He was following all the signals coming from my body, he was skilfully playing me as if I were a musical instrument between the fingers of his hands,¬†sensing I was¬†ready he pushed his torso forward again at the same time his two hands placed either side of my head again holding the bridge of his chubby frame,¬†absorbed into¬†quilt and foam.

“Relax” he said more firmly and I obliged. now I felt the tip of his shaft again press against the most intimate part of¬†a male’s¬†body, then gently slid¬†inside, the soft anus flesh parted and¬†God the¬†first inch was painful,¬†my sphincter relaxed and his hole member,¬†now lubricated¬†slipped¬†down¬†my rectum all cold and wet. Jesus! He paused and we lay motionless coupled pre coital, then his pelvis began to rhythmically¬†slowly rock back and forth both hands supporting his weight pressing into my pillow. Faster and faster he¬†pushed,¬†pulling¬†his penis out, only to¬†poke back in pressing even deeper, violating me deflowering me ¬†buggering me, but I loved the pain I enjoyed¬†the¬†discomfort my rectum now full, me¬†grimacing under the now powerful near violent stabbing of his penis as his groin hit my cheeks. Now he was hurting with each brutal thrust,¬†the whole 9 inches momentarily touch my bladder making me want to pee, but I stopped myself through sheer blind concentration. He was now like a wild animal thrusting back and forth in an animalistic primeval sexual frenzy, gasping for air, drops of sweat falling from his forehead onto my neck, quicker and harder he rode, sodomising¬†my anus, and it hurt the full weight of his heavy torso forcing his hard large dick for he was a man of great¬†girth inside me. With every thrust I squealed eyelids tightly close teeth biting the soft cotton bedsheet, only for him to pull¬†the pillow from under my head and toss across the room. Although my body was writhing in discomfort,¬†my mind was crystal clear, my¬†prostate stinging burning hot. Now he was fucking me so hard I thought¬†I may¬†lose consciousness, THEN his groin convulsed, his body momentarily in a spasm as my anus contracted in unison, I felt the veins of his penis against the inner walls as his throbbing member pumped¬†its silky cream¬†deep inside me and we¬†screamed¬†together a mixture of joyous¬†agony.

Now¬†the rhythmic rocking of his pelvis a top of mine slowed, he caught his breath¬†and I felt the bulb of his condom grow large pressed against the inner organs of my body, all fear palpably dispersed, thank god he’d worn a condom, I’d forgotten, I’d trusted him, hookers tell me some men pull them off the moment before cumming, the rape makes them cry¬†and only at the moment of orgasmic climax did I think Christ what if! Recovering composure his breath weakening, shoulders above mine arms like the¬†overhanging canopy of a weeping willow, his hands like tips of branches touching the ground, now all was¬†quietmy Frenchman silent not a muscle moving but our bodies still coupled his quivering member giving me every last drop, seconds passed and I began to feel agitated, “are you ok” I asked, then I sensed is body arch as he pulled out a softening dick,¬†the two of us no longer¬†joined¬†as one¬†living gasping animal my anus red and sore. Spent and pleasured he brought his right thigh up and across my¬†spine, tossed the condom away¬†and exhausted lay on his back beside me eyes closed, I gazed at him he oblivious to my¬†stare and thought to myself ‘so this is how I appear moments after sex, worn-out serene¬†satisfied!’ But as I’d always suspected, he was a man devoid of intimacy and affection¬†blindly oblivious to me laying beside him, I’d been used, my body violently penetrated¬†and now he was going to sleep,¬†I’m a realist¬†by nature,¬†pragmatic I never let my guard down¬†never let my heart rule my head,¬†tonight I understood all, but instead of sleeping the podgy¬†bastard could have chatted ūüėÄ

LOL.

The¬†remaining¬†hours passed uneventfully, he asleep and me motionless laying on my back eyes fixed on the worm like cable¬†flex attached to a light bulb, still a¬†dull orange having been dimmed, wide awake I tried to rationally process what happened earlier, but I had no regrets sex emotionally means little to me, I fuck a prostitute then leave never to return, what happened between us was sex and little no nothing more. I felt no love for the guy no loving bond, he didn’t repulse me and nether did I much care for him, we’d f#cked so what I’ve paid hookers and sex is the same, complete emotional detachment, satisfying my carnal lust then we both go our separate ways each instantly forgetting the other, me ¬£60 lighter. I smiled to myself at least this time was free! Perhaps most men would feel disgust their¬†ass being so hellishly lovingly violated, but I’m not most men, I’m open to new experiences and I can detach sex from any thoughts of connecting with someone’s soul, believe me when I say I can fuck someone, feel no attachment then walk away satisfied with my conscience clear.¬†My mind at ease¬†I drifted into a deep sleep!

The sexual experience doesn’t bother me in the slightest, doesn’t play on my mind, doesn’t upset me. Orientation is¬†of no consequence, if¬†a guy is appealing and you’re both game sex is fine, I wonder how many of you have gay fantasies but don’t admit?

Now back to WHAT REALLY HAPPENED that summers evening! WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED in France! WHAT HONESTLY TRUTHFULLY HAPPENED in his bedroom!

As we lay on his bed together unclothed, both¬†nude and¬†totally naked, sleeping side by side all night¬†and yes chatting¬†would have been nice! I’ll never forgive him for deceiving me, he wasn’t being friendly at all, if I’d met and offered a weary traveller a bed for the night, he’d have been¬†given my spare bedroom, I’d have made him something to eat, brewed a pot of tea for us both,¬†let him take a shower, hunted the house for maps and bus timetables, put clothes in the washing machine, made him breakfast maybe even a sandwich for¬†his dinner, dropped him at the Station setting him straight for the day, I’d have been a Good Samaritan, I certainly wouldn’t have waited outside the bathroom door naked and asked “can I suck your dick”. Joking apart for many months after I slipped into a depression, shamed with¬†what-ifs.

Looking back as of now, today, I think the whole sorry episode absolutely wonderful, I close my eyes¬†seeing him again standing naked, with a hard-on, looking me in the eye, ‘cocked and ready to go’¬†and I never fail to laugh, and the fact¬†I stripped off and¬†went¬†to bed with him is¬†ABSOLUTELY F#CKING HILARIOUS!¬†And yes he asked to suck my dick, now how many men can say that. PRICELESS!

The following morning. We dressed without speaking and¬†he drove me all the way back to the railway station in his Renault Twingo with not a word of conversation between us, no hate or malice just nothing to say, we arrived at the station said our¬†goodbyes and I’ve never heard or seen of him since! If that sounds all to short a story, as if I’d run¬†dry of creativity, the answer’s no, that’s what happened we rose together, dressed, he dropped me at the train station and we went are separate ways.

He was a nice guy, a bit of a bastard but yes a sweet man.

So how did I do? Passably entertaining, a guy picking up weary male travellers with the promise of a bed and shower but knowing his wicked intention was consensual sex.

Original story © Andrew

EROTICA – introduction to my original story

Submissive-Male-Fucked-by-MenAfter 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.

Na√Įvely 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 ūüôā

To be continued…………………..