I need to get laid, a lot... (or by a lot, if possible!)

I'm in Germany, near the Rhein river. For business. But I thought I would have soon found somebody to spend the hours after the business dinners.
And I didn't. At all...

So, during my first night alone in my room I did everything I could think of to satisfy my hunger for a large dick, or many large dicks, by mean of my dildos. And one glass that gave me a great feeling and showed to me what a fully dilatated ass might possibly look like.
Then I felt asleep, not before 2 am, and after 12' of the longest orgasm I had ever had...


Tonight, I decided I would have gone to a sauna, a spa, in the city centre, and just in order to make it turn into some fitness exercise I went there running: well, after about 2 and a half km I found out that the sauna was already closed (at 11 pm???!!!!).

I thought that would at least do for a 5K run that sure is good for my body shape.

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I did it, as if he was there.

He left me with the request that I had sex with my wife in the weekend.
And I did it.
I did it as if he were there with us, sat on the short stool next to the wardrobe.

And this makes for a short digression about my wife.
We did spend about one hour, watching a movie, laying on the couch, sid by side, me naked and wanking slowly, my "bird" strong and demanding; if I have had some stud aside me, so evidently aroused... I would have at least lend him "a hand", or even have had a "mouthful" of it.
But I instead had to "ask for a shag"; good thing is that,although I would have wanted it on the couch and she wanted it on the bed instead, we had a great, great time.

Once under cover, in fact, she gave me a real great blowjob, and when she came on me to ride my cock, it was a real hard piece of meat, a real pussy opener, and she sat on it with evident satisfaction.

And he was watching us all the time. I could feel him getting the best view of my wife wonderful, ripe, back going up and down on my most aroused dick, and my asshole exposed as well, my leg spread wide and my hands on her hips to give her rhythm.
I had a slight moment when I thought how it would have been if he had joined in, and got to plug his cock inside my open flesh, how it would have been to fuck my wife hard while having him fuck me hard too!

But that was but a fleeting moment and I came back, fully absorbed by my wife gorgeously fucking me, and me wanting to fuck her more than this. I wanted to have her climax to a full orgasm and I knew best option was to switch position.
"want me to get on top of you and get you from back?"
"yes, please" she muttered and she swinged swiftly to her side of the bed and laid doggy, on her four legs, her wide back now facing me. I looked at the man I figured as sat on the stool and plunged my dick full inside of her flesh. She moaned and I felt an upsurge need to cum, as it always happen when fucking her like that (it must be something in the way she's made inside, I think). So I started to move quickly and with wider movement, kind of going inside and then all outside, so that she could feel me open her wide, have a small fraction of second when getting to close back and then feel me ramming my way in again.
I know that to be a wonderful feeling from my gay-sex experiences.
She climaxed evidently and started to beg for more and then for less and then to stop. Of course that is when I go for even more of it, because you never want to trust and obey an orgasming woman.
I climaxed too but kept going for about two or three minutes more. It had been some less than one hour since we started and I just wanted to have her relax and get to sleep so, while still inside her, I caressed her back, she moaned softly and started to get back to the real world, which I know she did fully when she asked - "is the baby sleeping?".

Well, yes, in fact there was somebody else the room: our six months child.

I want more of it

I just thought I had one go with my most passionate lover in the neighborhood, because he wanted it, because I did let him down, kind of ditched him a couple of times lately so we could say I kind of felt guilty. And because it were days I wanted a good shag and I couldn't think of how to get it (wife was out of question as usual...).
So I just texted him "lunch time? What do you think?", he replied "ok, 12:30?" and I said "ok" and I did it.

He dealt with my lust, my need for a man, great; I was really sorry that I had to go because I sincerely would have wanted another match with him.
But I had to get back to the office.

At 6:30 pm I received an msn text from some "mr", whose status was "I've got a fantasy..." and I couldn't say anything else but: fantasy of what.

So he told me how his wife, in the last onrle year, had nurtured the erotic fantasy of watching two man doing sex, only to then, maybe, decide to join in.
We started talking about how it seemed to be difficult to find the right person, and what the right person should look like.
He was charming, nice at talking and tickling; it was about closure time at the office but it isn't unusual that I stay there until late.
He sure was an explorer of utmost experience, he only digged lightly on me at the beginning, but it wasn't much before he could unveil Eva with well aimed questions. I suppose he quickly became aware of what I hide inside me.
In fact, all of a sudden I was exposed, speaking - pardon: writing - in first person, referring to my self as a she (this is more evident since I was writing him in Italian where also verbs and adjectives are gender declined) and using the "/me" that makes the chat very personal and which definetely meant I was acting as if it was a role play, rather than a casual chat, like it was at the very beginning.
I told him, offering no resistance to his questions, about my only female lover, how she was Eva's lover rather than Adamo's, how she had me dress on high heels, stockings, suspenders and g string and all and walk on the Po riverside at night, amatourial bitch among professional ones.
He could make me recount the sexual intercourse I had had the very morning, with profusion of details about how I felt when my lover was on me, inside me, and how I wanted it all, how I climaxed and wanted my lover to cum while still inside me (inside his condom, of course!); he got it all from me, he could have me tell him everything, and let him inside my head and to live the scene as if he were there with us, watching on us.

I felt excited. I liked it how he was kind of screwing me again, I was recounting/reliving what had been an intense sex session, with increased intensity because I wanted him to enjoy it all and live it with me.
That is a master/sub relation and he surely understood he could have me in it; and he did it. Because I definitely wanted it, indeed...

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Why can't I?

I don't understand why I couldn't tell my closest friend, and surely most trusted one, and the one who had always known all about me and my sexual life, why can't I resolve in telling him about my nowadays complex sexual life. I simply can't, and I really don't understand why.

What a delusion of me...

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In his hands

Extreme north east, extreme sex.
I wasn't out for that, right the contrary: I was decided to pick the opportunity of this business trip with my boss to this region to meet, after 10 years, with a friend of what I sadly call "my other age". And so I did, and I had a wonderful evening out, drinking, talking, only recalling a few times about those times and instead projecting towards the future of our lives. And there was this slovenian brunette, Katja, short slightly curly hair and a really catching smile and a smiley eye.
So, when at about 1:15 I came back to my room and used Joykuspot for Symbian to create a wifi hotspot that my iPod could use to let me check email, and decided to have a go at a recently downloaded app from App Store and check how was irc chatting on an iPod... well I didn't really mean to go cruising the gay scene around, but in the end it happened I did.
He was about of my age, but older, had a desire for a nice and "willing" ass and, may it be because he thought the pictures of mine showed it was up to the task, or because I did prove him I was up to the task, or because being only 100 m away was too much a temptation, but he invited me to his house straight away, in about 15', dressed with my favourite underwear and "very clean and ready inside"; it looked quite interesting, indeed: I could not resist, and I actually didn't ;)

Before 1:45 I was before his door, ready.

I liked how he took charge of the situation, undressed me, and had me kneel on ground to take care of his cock; and once I had given him the desired hard on he just pulled me up only to had me couch on my four legs (yes, like a whore, but that's what I was behaving like so I sure didn't complain...) on his white leather sofa, so that he could explore my shaking, exposed, and awaiting butt, kind of a test of its possibilities, of how much he could dare do with it. It must have passed it, because after having played with it long enough for my will to surrender to his desires (and sure enough to mine) I followed him like a diligent manga school girl, holding his hand, behind him, head down, walking as if I were walking on high heels, one step slowly after the one other, tip toe almost with my head in the haze and my desire to satisfy his requests overwhelming me.
He brought me to his bedroom, and had me to lay sit on the bed rim, so that my head was right close to his abdomen, took my head within his hands and caressed my neck and stroked my curly long hair for a couple of minutes until when I could hear myself moaning with pleasure; he must have heard me doing that because all of a sudden he did grab my hair tight and pushed my head down to his cock, my mouth could barely host it all inside it and I could catch my breath right in time before I had to taste what had titillating my senses with a strong, musk scent just a second before.
I wanted it, and he seemed to have got it because not any longer than a bunch of minutes later I were to find myself again couching like a whore with a dildo gagging me, hands behind my shoulders strapped together with a rope which he hold in tension, force arching my back while shagging me very hard deep inside. It took about three or maybe five minutes until I started to shiver, my body shattered by a strong, prolounged anal orgasm that was only enhanced when he exit out of me. Damn! I really had a great one!
But what I didn't know was that this was just the appetizer.
I could barely breath, my body still shivering, my mouth wide open, breathing heavily through the blanket, but I could distinctly feel his look on me, and I could easily tell he was appreciating the show, satisfied by having given me such a strong orgasm but still greedy to play with this new, so responsive, toy: my body.
I wasn't sure of what was happening, but I understood he was plugging dildos inside me, of larger sizes, lubrificating it from time to time and often adding on top of my already stuffed ass hole his dick, riding me hard for minutes. (mmm... it makes me "wet" by just recalling it...)
He really tried more dildos than I ever had, although he didn't had a vibrating one, nor did he fisted me, but he tried on me something I had never tried before: an inflatable butt plug that was awesome and did tear me open many times shattering my body with incredibly strong orgasms that left me breathless more than once.

At that point, after no less than 70' of him "taking care" of my butt and my ass hole so kindly I was only longing for him to cum because I felt I could have barely resisted to more of that (although I would have sure tried it if he had asked, given how much willingless I had been made, a mere sex toy at his disposal).

It must have been the very much late hour, or me having finally fulfilled his desires, he cum; I could feel very clearly the yummie smell of it hit my nares and the warmth of it on my still upraised buttocks, slowly pouring down my hips: what a wonderful feeling... I was feeling happy and glad I had chatted once back in the Hotel, and that he accepted to play with me and that he were such a wonderful player of this sex games.
But, most of all, as always, I felt glad and happy that I had been able to fulfill his desires, which were to make a sex toy out of me, at his disposal, almost with no will, only reacting to his actions at the most basic level of animal being. But that's what I wanted: to see I had pleased him... a whore, and a geisha, once again living in me in this long night.


(and to anybody who resisted in reading until this very point: I appreciated it) ;)

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