Terms

Slut. Whore. Pig. Tart. Minx. Saucy girl. Bitch.
There're many term to define somebody lustful, and keen to indulge in saucy sex.

Here is an excerpt of a conversation I just had with that very ex-girl friend I wrote about only a few weeks ago.

F: You really are a lil slut, anyway, you know? :)
M: Me??!?
M: Oh my goodness! look what I have got to hear? :D
M: and then:
M: at least you define me a "lil slut", typically you would call one a "pig", wouldn't you? :D
F: no, no. You're a slut.

Since then, I started browsing both the dictionary and the thesaurus, and I am delighted by all the variants I could find on the term.
I loved the "wanton woman" term, definition and origin, for example.
Similarly to other languages (Italian amongst them, of course), involved terms often refer to "cleanness",or "tidiness" as an antonym of anything related to sex, and to enjoying it.
There's also the chance to define somebody a "sex fiend", although you only have nymphomania to revert to when you want to considered it pathological; in fact the term is ambiguous in English, and it could also refer to a person highly gifted or skilled at it ;)
To some extent... I think I like this last definition, too!

Message(s) in a bottle

A couple of days ago I got this:
"hello dear, it's long since I don't hear from you. Is everything ok? How are you? M.".

A very lovely person. Caring, generous in his kind, and to some extent a very good lover.
I also did receive, a couple of weeks before, one other message, from a couple from Switzerland, that regularly visit a place around here, and that one had me as "their guest", with mutual satisfaction I would add.

These messages seems to me like a voice coming from far away; yes, I know I've been hiring a bitch to fuck my ass, I did even had a sexual intercourse with my most controversial ex-girlfriend, but I never did had sex with men anymore since that night, did not even had sex with my toys.

Now, will I call M.?

I really - really! - really don't know...



edit: I didn't. I did send him a link to this blog, but I'm not sure he ever paid me a visit here. Might be just because he doesn't feel comfortable with the english language, though.

Ghosts. Pleasant ones.

To have sex with one ex girl friend, particularly when she's the first one you ever kissed, and the one with whom you shared those first shivers that come when your inner sexual world explodes (I actually think it's imploding, right now...) it's a one-time experience that really can make your day. Or your night.

She had already expressed interest in having a second round with me, some times ago, but we had decided (she did it, and I agreed) to not let us slip into that.

So, when I arranged the meeting while travelling southbound for some business, I only had in mind to pay her a long time postponed visit; I really wanted to see how she was doing, to have dinner with her, and share some thoughts, which has always been great fun; she's one of those few people with a very wide open mind (but not so wide that the brain will fall apart).

But, after dinner, while just letting her hug me while standing on the balustrade of the seaside pier, we kissed, and I couldn't prevent my desires flow freely, feel her so-much-soft lips; our bodies know each other so good that it only took a few strokes for her to climax hanging on my arms, my leg within hers.
So, once home it had been just a matter of (little, very little) time before we were laying on the large queen bed, me eating her pussy and her climaxing again and again and making the whole zone a bit wet: that's always been "her way".
We just did remember, sense, each other, again.

I had a wonderful time, and although I did have to wake up 5:45 am, those few hours were sound refreshing.

Thanks, my dear.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Dreadful.

I'll never do that again.
My second time with "a professional whore", a trans (again) working in a city where I was for some business, has been dreadful. Truly: never had anything worse. In so many aspects that I simply can't understand how I could not recognise the signs before, and flee...

Poor sexual feeling, physical impact quite far from expectations, emotionally discouraging, poor empathic capabilities. The she-male even stole me some money (on top of the one I gave her myself) and tried to convince me I was on the worse side of the argue, faked a police call to a friend, and locked me in her one-room house.
At least I made her lose more money form client than what she stole to me. In fact I reckon she decided to let me go when she saw I wasn't afraid anymore of the police coming in, a clear sign that I would have waited for her "ghost policeman" to come long enough for her to lose even more money.

Now I definitely rember why I had always refused the simple idea of having sex with these sort of people. I might have been lucky last (and my very first) time, but I dedinitely had been only sheer luck then.

Bleah...

-- Posted from my iPhone

Envy?

He just quit with his fiancee, after a two finished marriages, and keep meeting nymphomaniac women. Who are even very interesting to talk to.

I've got some envy, I've to admit it.

Reminder

I got a reminder from gayromeo.com yesterday (or a couple of days ago, for that is): you've not been seen around for a while now, so we thought we put your profile on hold, because we'd rather have customers always only find users that are active on the scene.

"active on the scene". You can still see words hanging around in air.

Not a big issue, my profile is still there - they say - but won't be searchable.
I can re-activate by simpling logging in.
I spent some three minutes thinking about it: shall I do that? Relog in for a second, I mean?



It turned out I could manage not to do that, I didn't log in, and this set another step higher my resistance. I'm kind proud of myself (but I'll admit I got back wearing g-strings - but very plain ones - again even when not justified by running suits, and this morning I epilated, and it was lovely to feel the water flowing on my buttocks...)

Restrain...

Hold on. Restrain. Temperance. Resistence. Anything that will keep me from getting down to looking for men would do.

Yet, the world aroudn me is so full of occasions, an email, a quest, that brings me again on "that" email account I decided not to read anymore, where I know people looks for me.
I'm even not using the IM, no kind of IM except for Facebook, where no duplicity is allowed.
As a matter of fact what I'm trying to do actually IS trying to remove any trace of... well, as much trace of duplicity I can afford to from life.

Keep going, man. Keep going...

Resilience

Am I bouncing back? I kind of feels I might be; I epilated, this morning. And I enjoyed it. Every part of it. The mousse on my butts, me massagging it, then scrubbing with the glove to remove the hair and finally the water flowing down on my now soft, hairless, skin, increasing by twofolds the feeling of water flowing.
And since I have to wear pants not made of lycra when I remove hair, I went for a pair of cotton boxer, but they were so worn out (I'm the nostalgic kind, even with robes...) I had to (keep saying that and you may start believing it), I had to pick one pair of those sexy female underwear I have in the last, small drawer on the right. I picked the simplest one, a black cotton brasilian tanga with no lace, no frills, not even a g-string. I thought it to be decent enough and... well, safe.

Well, it is not.
I like how it constrains by dick, and I can feel the fabric on my buttocks and, when I peed a few moments ago, I looked at my image in the mirror, and I lingered for a moment on the thought that Marco loved me wearing this robe...

Only a moment.
But, yes, I hesitated.

I will resist, but is it that the aim? Resisting? Nobody can "resist" for ever. I need an alternative, that's it.

What...?

I don't understand what the hell is going on: I kinda feel "locked in"...






-- Post From My iPhone

Enough.

When does enough is enough?
Is it when you have sex every night with a different guy (or trans) around the city where you are when you're not at home? Is it when you get laid by two men coming for vacation near your work place at lunch, then get fucked by you "usual fucker" for dinner, then stay at one far-away-lover's house for four nights because your job brought you there and have sex with him any time and any like he wishes (and he's got plenty of wishes)? And you almost have sex with one of your previous girl friend - the naughtiest one at sex - and are only saved by her present lover and his present religious beliefs but don't hesitate on being the sexual mate of the night guardian of an hotel in another city?
Is it then?
Or is it when your best man - and dear friend - who gave you hospitality for one night because your job brought you to travel near by and you two don't drink a beer together that much often so you decide you'd stay (and miss a peek at that wonderful SPA in the city near by), at morning reaches for your exposed, naked, hairless butt, you feel your body reacting, and you then just realise you would accept his cock fucking you hard. That you actually would want that.

Yes.
That's when. When enough is enough.

I didn't enter GayRomeo anymore since then. I didn't enter MSN with my sex-oriented profile neither. I did quit on wearing feminine underwear (except for running...). I didn't use my dildo since. I didn't got laid since, neither.


(on a side note, the guy just wanted to feel what would have been like to stroke another man's cock and have it cum, and did know I would have been one man that would have understood the request.
But he never admitted his cock and his hand enjoyed rubbing my butt and I never insisted on that).

Unexpected

City hotel. Inside. Night.
Well, late evening, actually. I noticed the night door keeper was gay at first glance.
And he made evident efforts to confirm me in my opinion as soon as we were alone, offering me another drink, touching my arm kind of casually, making bland notes about my sexual life at the first occasion I throw to him.
Inviting me to sit on the couch, and rubbing my forearm once there and trying to get my spirits higher by throwing some me alcohol to them. Which he needed not of course because nothing turned me on more than a hotel night door keeper that were gay.

It didn't take much since I was smelling my grappa and he wasn't rubbing my forearm anymore, but my thigh, and then my hard dick.
He "brought me to bed", and I let him do it. And after so much oral, I'm only waiting for him to come back with a condom...



He's back.
He belongs to the kind of men that doesn't show their best when gloved, nevertheless I'm still rumbling and trembling as I'm writing these last notes, so we could say: it had been unexpected, but it'd been good.


-- Post From My iPhone

First time ever.

"I'll never pay for something where both of us have pleasure!". That's what I've always declared, rather proudly and aware of how selfish it were of course.
I've always been in the opinion that it was non sense to pay if we both were to have a good time.
I could - to day - say that I hadn't considered "the service" in this; in fact the availability of a person to have sex with you readily and very much willingly and skilled in the matter, too, all of this should be given a price. And - actually - € 50, at her place, for as long as I wished, it was rather a fair price.

And a rather gorgeous brazilian trans, too!

I had myself convinced on this by a man I was chatting with while in a hotel, away for business as usual (and looking for a goo shag, as usual). He wrote me such wonders about this that I finally made up my mind and rode my motorbike to where he had told me they were.
She was the first one I met, but she had outstanding, large tits, great, long buttocks on incredibly high heels and a really catching smile. And squeezed on a very sexy leather mini dress.
I followed her at her place and she immediately asked me to have me touch and caress her buttocks while we were walking to her door.
Very imperative an attitude, she led me in her cove and guided me all the time we spent together, which was more than one hour.
She loved me lick her toes, and touconhg her skin softly, asked me things and urged me explicit, prompt answer; a natural born mistress, although a gentle one.

She were aroused by me smelling her body, especially her feet, and by urging me to please her body.
It had been rather peculiar: she wanted Adam, but treated him like if she were being with Eve, and this made me very difficult to gain a decent hard on, although I was feeling very much excited by all what was going on.
I would have wanted her to fuck me, but it ended up by me ass fucking her instead.
Which was indeed great, she had a great ass and could made I incredibly tight. I only wished my hard on were... harder.

I really think I should practice on fucking with a condom on, by I only either get fucked (and condom is then somebody else problem), or I make love with my wife, hence with no condom on.

In the end I definitely am the romantic kind of person, anyway: like when I had my good times at night with Hannah, I couldn't prevent myself from cuddlying this gorgeous, sexy, lovely perverted 1.85 luxurious woman... and enjoying the fact that she loved it and made her aroused again.
I wished I had more time.


-- Post From My iPhone

Experimenting

This one was nice; and a lot kinky.






Mmmm... it really made me squirm with pleasure, and it really was nice to look at... ;)

-- Post From My iPhone

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.

[]

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...

[]

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...

[]

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) ;)

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

Perplexity

I could live twelve thousand lives, and learn twelve times faster and twelve time better than I do, and remember what I've learnt twelve times more than I do nowadays, and stil I reckon - I'm sure, but I'm practicing being humble - I would not understand why women want to keep being that much counter-intuitive and totally un-practical.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

I'd surely do that

I was remote checking a Computer or a customer with my iPod and I found his web browser open on a free porn video page (freefuckvidz.com if I'm not wrong); my eye was caught by a side image rather than the video on hold on center page: a hyper dilatated girl ass hole; I'd like, I'd love, I really long for finding someone to try and do something like that on me.
I have had dildos, large one, although I would say always "realistic" one, two dildos, one large dildo and one large cock, and once or twice two cocks, two or three times I have been (happily, in case somebody wondered) fucked with the whole hand.
But my flexible asshole never stayed like that one in that picture, while I'm sure I'd love it from the bottom of my heart.
Or maybe just my bottom... ;)

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

Hidden pleasures

I can't prevent or from happening, it's just a matter of time, I know. How do I know?
Because while I definitely enjoyed a second go with my wife yesterday night, with my mother sleeping in the very next room and our six months baby sleeping the bed aside us, yet today I couldn't leave my nice little black g-string home, shoot my shagging boom a movie inside office's loo, send it to one of my lovers-in-town (who definitely appreciated it ;) ) and, above anything else, once back from a 5.5 km run before dinner and taking a shower I couldn't prevent myself from opening that drawer, fetch the Big One and have it repeatedly tear open my asshole carring me to extasy.

I don't really think I will stay away from one of my men (or look for some one in a Spa) for quite long... And why should I, after all?

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

Gf9 vs. a good shag with me: 0/1

I did have it. Honest, I have a reasonable doubt that she has had a been partly driven by a number of "status" entry in Facebook where I had written "I'd want..."; you know, people love being naughty and I received a number of comments elaborating funny hypotesis on what I wanted, and she received a good share of them too.

But who cares?? I had a wonderful time on the sofa, great doggy style fucking and an "old good" blow job.

All said, it was one of the things I wanted after all...

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

Naked, on the sofa, yet no action

I'm naked, on the sofa, but I get no action. It must either be me or my wife watching too much GF9 on Sky. Damn it.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

I did it! (twice)

It all started when I was still spending my afternoons up in my 2x3 m cove above the stairs my father built in the small house in Rome so to make some good use of the high ceilings we had at that time; I had just started exploring my inner world, playing with mother's underwear, and wondering how many colour pencil I could stock inside my little hole...
With time passing I explored and found out the answer to my wondering as my greedy companion met with fingers, small shampoo bottles, aubergines, zucchini of various sizes. Not to forget a good number of men, of course. When I finally accepted the fact I could enjoy (a lot, indeed) men physical presence inside my flesh I started longing for their cocks more often that I could achieve to find, so I sometimes had to resort to use dildos, and I won't hide it (it would seem rather meaningless here) that in the quest for it I had both a man and a dildo inside my greedy hole and sometimes men had been all around, inside and on me. And they were not just always men, but I can count three dogs among mg lovers. And I am not afraid at all that I might find out I'm a real sex feint, because then maybe that's just exactly what I am and there would be no use in denying it.

Now, I really think I found my arse really loves being possessed and doesn't care a thing for size, if it is length we are talking, but when it's thickness then, well, he gets really greedy.

And now that I've had one full hand inside me (and twice), I really am sure I definitely love it. And can't wait to have that again.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

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."

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### 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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