A loser will stay a loser, even in time.

I though I'd give Spa-boy another occasion.
So, when he texted me this morning "Would you like to come to the SPA, this evening?" I texted back "Yes, but are you sure it'll be open, this time?"
He wrote he was and so we agreed on meeting there after six pm.
So I rode my motorbike to this gym where, at one floor there's a very alrge pool with jacuzzi and on a corridor there're two rooms, one small hammam and one smal finnish sauna.
I laid there, looking at the ceiling and waited until he finally reached me in the hammam.
I was sat on one of the only two benches in this rather small hammam, naked, and he arrived and sat on the other one, we waited a couple of minutes just in the eventuality the other man we saw in the locker was to join us uninvited. Then I started caressing his legs, which I remembered were less sturdy, and produced myself in my geisha-style intercourse: massages, languishing eyes, long fingers exploring all of his thighs only to stop to caress his toes and then to slide back toward the top of his legs, where he was waiting for me. An energical massage right close by to the action place, gave him a hard on: something I always appreciate.
But then he was feeling too hot, and I can't actually tell it was all because of me, anyway he had to go out of the hammam for a while.

I was feeling fine, so I thought I'd stay instead; I decided I'd lay on my belly instead, on the opposite bench of the one I was sitting on, so that I could have a look at people that might arrive, and Spa boy could have a good look at my buttocks, and with secret hope that he might decide to play with it.
It was like I thought and had planned, indeed and when he walked back in and found me there really appreciated it and started caressing my skin, which was totally soaked thus the touch was very sensual. He slapped my buttocks, but nicely and I couldn't help enjoying it.

We played a little along, he had my sensitive skin and my upturned cheecky buttocks, and he gave me his feet and toes to suck deliciously. Which I didn't wait and started sucking immediately.

We could say this was rather one of those times when I have both of my slut souls coming out: the geisha and the whore. Now I sure was in a whore-state and all I was longing for was his cock.
Which, on the contrary, I got not, and I couldn't even get close to it, smell it, eat it.
He started wanking himself, the little crap and asked: "where do you want it... to cum on? Your mouth". Well, everybody knows my feelings about safe sex so I said: "Give it to me on my buttocks, they were longing for all of it since the beginning".
And that's what I had.

He then moved to the shower and I thought following him so that, maybe, we could keep playing, but once I got into the shower too, he quickly exited.


Well, I washed, got a five minutes of finnish sauna, then I cheered him having his time in the jacuzzi, got my underwear, my pants, my shirt and my jacket back and got to my way to the coop: the fridge was empty this morning.

Damn it. And I'm not talking the fridge...

Underwear preferences

Today I tried some new slips: brasilian tanga.
Nice one. Black. Easy. Just a test. I picked a size 2, which is size 42, and this make me proud of my body, after all.
This kind of tanga is kind of a slip, but with a slightly smaller back and smaller front, so that you will want to wear it a little higher on your hip and your buttocks will be gently (!) squeezed by and squeeze back the fabric.
It's a strange feeling all considered. You feel forced into something and, when compared with wearing a g-string, you feel you're wearing it, whilst I almost forget I'm wearing my underwear when I'm with the lycra g-string I use for runnig. Actually, this is what it is that I am looking for with my g-string: feeling naked. I love being naked.
The brasilian tanga, on the contrary, marks that you are wearing a garment that you are not used to wear and, possibly, your body wasn't designed to wear too. For one, I am sure that waist-to-hip ratio of women is a better one that men's when it comes at wearing sexy underwear. It has occured to me since my first time I worn a body suit that my shape wasn't fit enough for it. And it has been a source of delusion, from time to time.
Until I learned that my body was different, had different way of giving and taking pleasure and got to live with it, and enjoy it the whole lot!

Oh, one nice thing that keep reminding you WHAT you are wearing, is that this slip won't stay put and, on me at least, it keeps falling down the buttocks, and I sometimes have to go to the loo at the office, lower pants down at thigh height, and pull the slip up back on my arse. Well, not that I'm complaining, just thought I'd write about it.

I like it like that.

There's one thing that needs been written: how I do like it.
I like it large. Ribbed. Sturdy. Hard. With an active, physically skilled man attached to it. I like when he pounds it hard in, and pump it, me lying on the couch, doggy, my arse well up in the air, between his large rough hands; all of me in his power. Longing for him to give me what I am there for: the shag I need. Make me feel a bitch, better: a whore. So that, after he has got the pleasure he wanted for himself, give to him some more: be a geisha for him, lick and caress and kiss his body, wet and sweatting, his "eagle" now a "little sparrow" as in the Simon&Garfunkel song, me to care for him. Care for him enough until I finally manage to raise his spirits again (together with a good hard on) and I can ride his cock and again to turn into a whore all longing for a deep fuck.

Alex is exactly like that.
Coming from southern Italy, I met him on the internet: he wrote to me on some gay website where I've got a profile and some pictures. He wanted to "check me", and I thought I should have given him the chance to do it.
So we had a little chat over msn, excahnged some pictures, shared thoughts about the how and the why and then again the how, and we arranged a meeting for the day after, lunch time.
So we did.
He's short, not lean nor fat, but he invited me to his house and we really had a very good time. Kind, smart, lively, easy to talk to, and nice to talk to; he proved he know how to touch me and release my sexual charge, so I quickly went for it, and he enjoyed me, and immediately found out I give my best when you drive me skilfully: like a top-car if I dare say.
We both wishe he had more than one condom, because he quickly recovered under my hand and between my lips... but it will be for the next time.

I had to have it.

I decided - after the spa adventure yesterday evening - that I still wanted a double fuck so, when this morning the nice cat came to call for me to let the stupid cat enter I thought I'd seize the chance and play a little.

So I went to the loo, open the drawer where I store my toys, and picked the two large dildos I most treasure, one of which with a very powerful engine! And, oh yes, there's a twist of proudness in these words.
I cleaned them carefully, soaped them a little, soaped and played with my finger on my butt then sat on the thinest (but motorised) of the two and rode it for a couple fo minutes, then had the other one fuck me doggy style until I could veeery easily slide three and even four fingers inside my lusty, hungry little hole; then I did it.
I started - since I know that "the closest to real life, the better" - by sitting on the humanly shaped, ball provided, jelly one, rode it for about one minute, then started to slide the other one, with engine at half gears, inside me, like if somebody were to fuck me from behind while I were riding a cock behind me; and it worked magic! In a few seconds, and with no pain, I had my butthole open and let the second dildo in, then I had it to go at full gears and climaxed so hard I did start to shatter.
I could have both of dildo move inside me, and pump me hard when I wanted it and it ALL-FELT-GREAT!
WOW, how I love it. And how I long for a real action. Possibly like this one!

(a little pic for you...)

Sms Promises

"are you free at about 17:30-18:00?"
"mmm what's on the cards?"
"a rather good shag, I wanna fuck you all and good at the sauna"
"good to know. And where are you going to find a sauna, here?"
"I've got the key of a gym nearby, I can let you in without anyone know"
"interesting, indeed"
"have you ever had been fucked by anybody in town?"
"you, once. Someone else a few times more"
"who is he?"
"I'll tell you when we meet, but only if you'll give me that very very good shag I need. Is it a finnish sauna or an hammam?"
"we have them both. Do you go often to hammam?"
"not often, but when I am out of town, sometimes, especially around Bologna where I know of a very beautiful one"
"so... Do you think you can you come today?"
"i really would need it, but I'm going home after one day on the ski; when other day can you l'et me in?"
"anytime"
"what about next monday?"
"that would be great"
"you know what I'd love you to do me? To have you fuck me while I have my big dildo inside, so that my little nasty butthole gets what he think he deserves, for once! - oh look ah what a whore I'm turning into, you'd better get me laid soon!"
"wait for you on monday"
"can't wait for it!!!"

Now, this is indeed promising, but I'd better check whether I'll ne free on monday or not, because I said "monday" but I was actually meaning "the first day after holiday"...

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### update ###
"are you interested in coming today [monday] about 5:30 pm for a free spa at the Gym where I go?"
"have been thinking at this all of previous days, my butt has been longing for that. I'll check my duties for today and I let you know."

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

### final update ### or what people call an "epilogue".
I arranged it so to be free at 5:30 pm, I went there, I wrote him when I was close by and he told me he was 30' late, so I went to some shops to check a few things and buy some, then went there again and climbed stairs up to the third floor. As if it were a sign not to enter, I received a call from a client, than one from my wife and I wonder how it could be that there weren't one from my mother too. But then I managed to pass through the turnstile and were faced with a very beautiful giant jacuzzi in a 60 sqm room, round in shape and which I think it had to look very classy; if I only could clearly see it, as all the room was immersed in darkness: it looked like it was closed!!!
Anyway, I thought, maybe it's just a matter of time, maybe my mate will come and he's got the keys, maybe it's what he wanted to be like, maybe ... maybe I just didn't want to spoil it all, given how much expectations I had on this, and the lovely self-sex I had had with my two big dildos on that afternoon just so that I were ready to have both the dildo and the fleshy saucy sausage of my friend in me in the hammam or in the finnish sauna.
So I went to the lockers and started to undress. I had just removed my socks together with trousers and the black g-string I was wearing when somebody entered the room, and the only reaction I could think of was to stand still, don't say a word, half naked with only a black t-shirt on and silently waiting to find out whether the doubt "is he my mate, or is it the gym owner? And has he seen me?".
He turned around and walked away, leaving me in the impression that he hadn't seen me, after all. But in order to be ready for it, I wrapped my naked bottom half with the bath towel I had in my backpack and only just in time for him to get back and talk to me: it was the man I was waiting for, who told me he was sorry about the spa being closed and wondering why we could enter anyway. Actually, were it not for him saying "and I hope there's no alarm on..." I would have thought of caring little about not having other people inside and have some fun anyway; he had been fondling my butts through and from below the cloth I was wearing all the time he had been in the dark room, that I was really longing for it...

But, like all the other time, it seems I can't get to get a good shag, lately, damn it ...

A New Year with a change

On New Year's morning there's been a change that was quite unexpected, yet much and long awaited: my wife and I had finally had sex again; not much of a sex session, but it had been great though.
It'd been just some or ye old sliding down below blanket and eating her pussy out for a long while - I love that! - until she called for some in-out action, she climaxed, I climaxed, then we rested on each other.

I damn loved it, regardless of the fact that it sure had been fast...

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Underwear

I definetly would rather wear plain black feminine g-string than those horrible garments for men they sell in sexy-shop.

Now, I bought that new lovely dildo when I was at the Koeln airport, flying back to Milano, and I did let myself be tempted by a g-string for man. Let alone the ridiculous Enola Gay style woman depicted on the front, the garment design in itself it's so that the my butt looks terrible. And I know my butt looks wonderful in g-string instead.
(See if I'm wrong...)

I really think I'll get back to wearing COOP's black g-string they sell for girls (S/M size) or the POMPEA microfiber one for pretty girls I started to wear on an almost everyday basis since I first worn them during a workout.

I enjoy the feeling, I am proud of the sight I get of my loins when wearing such garments and I love when men tear them aside or ask me to remove them in a sexy way.
And they are incredible comfortable when I go running.

Postponed only?

Some days ago I thought I were close to having a good night with this guy in Padova. Which resolved into nothing, since he left me, naked, waiting for him to come and find me on my knee, just behind the door (believe it or not, my major though at that time was: "will he bump on me?"), with a band on my eyes and with enough erotic charge to fuel up a tank ... Yes. The man just left me waiting for his call on that pose, until I considered I'd wait laying on the bed instead.
And I kept waiting and waiting and... waiting. Until when I just gave it up. He had left me no mobile phone to text me, all calls I received were from a "private number", so I left him a message on the website where I knew he would have read it, sooner or later, and turned to have some great time with just me, Eve, and two nice dildos.

Well, the man wrote me again: he turned out that he had to quickly run to a hospital where his sister delivered her first baby, but he wants to see me when I'll go travel around his place again.

Hopes are less high, this time, but yet not down. Let's see.

Wanker.

Yes, as much as I do know well that "Wanker" is one of those expressions deluded girls mutter under their breaths as they try and put as much space as they could from a... nuisance.

Yet, it is also what I get when I'm so horny that I can't even realise how much I am, and so it's my body to show it to me. With a huge hard on from beneath my TJQ trousers (which I almost always wear with no underwear).

So what? Simple and plain: relax, plunge to the rod that's looking at you and express yourself up, enjoy it, and since you're already there, do explore yourself; is it growing faster if I make my butt participate in the game? What if I do this, and what if I do that?

But always either keep a napkin handy or get ready to move to the bathroom quick, because you might happen to - literarily - shoot yourself out very fast, very far away and plenty of it ...

Good vibrations.

Believe it or not, a vibrating dildo is always a little joy. Especially when it's not little in size. Although I've always found I could easily have long, deep, shattering orgasms with my little, soft, motorised humanly-shaped little butt plug.


But I'll have to admit, if asked an opinion on this behalf, that oh yes! Size matters.
I don't want to be cheap on this, really, but when I'd be asked to choose I would go for the larger one, never mind whether it's battery operated or pure jelly, butt plug like or more humanly shaped.

Now it's some days I can't get to get a good full satisfying shag, no matter how much I try. Spa, internet, gay dating site thanks to a nice fuck buddy. I've got just words, petting (so to say: me doing oral sex), or people not considering going to a cruising place, looking for sex, and bring some (one, at least!) condoms.
So, tonight, I was in the hotel, thought I'd give up with looking for a spa or chatting the irc scene, and would go watch a movie. Then once back I had my time laying on this large bed, cuddling my penis until it got firm. That's the sign: plug into my wet ass this pearly, thick vibrating "thing", have it slide some more in after having lingered a little on the edges with its vibration, and then let yourself climax until your dick, damn hard in your hand, cum. And I start vibrating myself too, sort of a resonance with the thick toy, until I climax again, with no cum this time.
So, now, both Adam and Eve got their orgasm; I can go and have my sleep time.
Until next time I get horny again.

Expectations are high...

Hot time on sight, pals.

This nord-east city I'm going to visit soon looks promising: I have this meeting for tomorrow late afternoon chez moi, with this fashinating guy, who already showed me he knows how to tickle my lust, and he already anticipated he might consider a "second match" the day after, in the morning. I'd love it! 

His nick name, in the internet dating service, is Aristocratico, and he had some sexy, classy pictures that gave me a very nice feel, and now I can't wait for the... touch. 

And his mind seemed twisted enough to match with mine, and this always is a plus for the little geisha and the lusty whore I hide inside me.

On the road again

Ready, set, go.

Just a few hours and I'll be hitting the road again. And - let me add: finally - alone. This will mean me, my car, my space, my music, my timings, and my dildos. Not to let alone the chance that a good shag could be on the cards if I can chat my time spicy enough on IRC, or I can find the PERFECT SPA: classy and horny with people wearing condoms.

Stay tuned!

Job-induced temperance

I reckon it could be because of this I start this diary. It's the thirst I feel for having a sexual life back; at least, if not a bisexual life, I mean I wish I had A sexual life. 

Recently, with job flights in Italy with hand baggage only and accompained by the Ceo I had no choice but to leave my lovely dildos home, and there sure were no option for casual sex at the destination of my travels because I sure could have not just left him alone somewhere so that I could go to a spa or meet somebody chatted up in irc. 

Then you'll have to add on top of that my lovely wife so much caught with feeding the baby. I do know all of this is very normal but one can't simply turn lustless because he can't satisfy it. Or not?