Age of Delight
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Posted:Jan 12, 2007 8:24 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2007 4:04 am
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I have had the privilege of being with sweet young women 20 years my junior, and with amazing ladies 20+ years my senior. Today I'm just reminising about a delightful older woman in her 60s whom I'd gotten to know back in Canada, and with whom I enjoyed several months of incredibly intense passion.
This lady, having 'been there and done that' knew what she wanted. She was very appealing in her keen intelligence, goofy sense of humour and interest in literature that matched mine. That match made the sexual energy that much more intense.
She is one of the most uninhibited lovers I've been with. Nothing, short of hard SM, was off limits, and she is one of the most cum-hungry ladies around. One evening stands out in my mind as a snap-shot of the kind of lover she is. We had dinner one evening at a restaurant near her place. Getting back to her house she turned on me the moment we walked in the front door, braced me back against the entry wall, undid my pants and started to gobble my cock and balls for dessert.
Well, we ended up in her bed, with her riding the daylights out of me, first on my face, then on my by then rock-hard rod. She had little concern, it seemed for her own orgasm, but rode me with the intent of drawing a deep orgasm out of me...and feeling my gush deep inside her, which she did with very energetic aplomb.
After a brief snuggle she suggested some TV...and some porn she had picked up. Well, that got me going again. She loved watching my growing stiffness and encouraged me to stroke myself...one of her favorite sights, she said--a guy jerking off. Well, I didn't actually finish wanking, but she stood, gave me a 'come hither' look, and heading back to the bedroom.
She greeted me back to the bed by planting herself on all fours in the middle of the sheets, her glistening pussy still dripping with the mingled essence of our earlier session. With one of the most wanton looks I've ever seen on a woman's face she looked back at me, raised her ass up a little to make it very clear where she wanted me, and licked her lips.
I knelt behind her, and for just a moment took in the amazing site of this near-genius beauty gone completely animal, pressing herself back to me in anticipation. With that I plunged into her depths, and we proceeded to have what still stands out in my mind as one of the most totally abandoned, roof-raising fucks I've experienced. She was bucking and writhing back up to me, as I quite literally slammed myself into her with no holding back. It was a good thing she had a separate house, but even so I wonder if the neighbours didn't hear the proceedings.
Totally spent we laughed and giggled at ourselves, and our nearly mindless moments of lust. She was, and is still a good friend and amazing person in many ways. Age has only made her wine richer.
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The Essence of Passion
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Posted:Jan 10, 2007 2:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2007 4:15 pm
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On a site given to the rather explicit presentation of our physical sexuality, and, admittedly, having shared pictures and words in that vein, this is a bit off the beaten trail.
What is the essence of passion (to me)? It's certainly not the size or shape of the woman, nor how many orgasms we attain during a session. REAL passion springs from that ineffable connection between two people. Call it "like" or "love" if you want, but it is something that goes considerably deeper than deep penetration.
I see this in profiles that say that people want more than just the bedroom athletics. As we learn to appreciate each other as a person with an intellect, with hurts, hopes and opinions I find that the sexual expression deepens. That body pressed against me enfolds a delightful person that I enjoy and admire, and THAT takes the passion to a much deeper level.
As I've aged I've found that's what I truly crave. Certainly, I enjoy an explosive orgasm as much as the next person, but I can work myself to a pretty intense explosion all on my own. But, I need the company of a warm-hearted, intelligent woman to give the soul-deep satisfaction that true passion brings.
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Lunchtime Craziness - A true encounter
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Posted:Jan 9, 2007 6:52 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 1:38 am
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We sit at a restaurant in Tokyo, having both slipped away from our offices to have a late lunch. She hints that she's come sans panties or bra...and leaning forward over the table gives me delicious visual evidence of the later.
She must have had some aphrodisiac in her morning coffee. Having given me a sweet peek of her ripe femininity, she slips around to sit next to me and proceeds to not-so-discretely tease my nipples through my shirt and let her hand wander up to the somehow increasingly confining crotch of my slacks.
"I'm SO wet" she whispers in that husky voice that tells me volumes about what I'm in store for...BUT wait! She has a meeting in less than 30 minutes! Groan.....
Not to fear. Taking me by the hand she guides her now lust-crazed, zipper-straining guy off to a neighbouring office complex. Hmmmm?? There we find a handy toilet room for the 'physically challenged'. Slipping inside she pulls me along, hits the big green button...and VOILA! instant private room--albeit with no bed.
Who needs a bed? Our lips and hands do some wandering...and my exploring fingers ease up her skirt to discover to my delight that she has, indeed, come to me pantiless...and wet. I dip my eager digits up her sopping love hole and bring out a glistening, sweet treat that, taking a brief respite from her erect nipples, I lap off my fingers.
Her hands have freed my now rock-hard rod from its constraints and her mouth is doing a delightful dance along my shaft. "Whoah...getting close, Babe" I moan. Without a word, she turns, bends over the sink and suggestively wiggles her hips. Being not TOO mind-fogged with lust, I do get the hint, and flip her skirt up over her round hips to take in the gorgeous pink sight of her dripping pussy.
Without further ado I press my swollen cock into her hot, welcoming depths and we proceed to, most likely, aurally entertain anyone passing by the toilet for the next few minutes. She presses back from the sink, wanting me as deep as I can plunge.
I reach around and under and find her plump love bud and stroke her as I thrust. In another moment I feel the spasming contraction of her cunt as she lets out a deep moan...and takes me over the edge. I grab her hips even tighter and slam myself into her, filling her with the pent up lust she so skillfully brought to full fruition.
We head on back toward her office, having made ourselves semi-presentable. She says she loves the wet drip of our passion that is actually trickling down her leg as we walk. "I get to feel and smell you all afternoon now" she murmurs as we part with a quick kiss.
Yes...that lunch in late December was one to remember.
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Keen frustration
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Posted:Jan 9, 2007 2:20 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 1:38 am
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Sigh. Computers!!!! Arrrggghhh! Just spent several days supervising a computer system transfer and OF COURSE there have been no end to the bugs and weird glitches in different people's ability to access their information on the new server.
I'm drained from the stress of it...but FULL otherwise. I'm a bit like a grape that way. Put me under pressure and the juices start to flow. These challenges just stir my libido somehow. Hopefully, someone or other will find the result more like wine than vinegar.
I'm VERY ready! And very 'lady-less' this whole week! Arrrggghhh! Sigh.
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Nipple Addict
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Posted:Jan 5, 2007 2:48 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2007 2:49 am
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We meet
And in seconds her hands wander to my chest
Seeking that pair of sensitive spots
Seeking to tease me into distraction
We sit
And in no time her fingers are tweaking a nipple
Stirring a fire of aching desire within
Drawing a moan from my smiling grimace
We stand
Naked and arounsed and still
Her fingers find the pink tip of one spot
Her luscious tongue etches a wet line 'round the other
We lay
And her own erect nipples brush across my chest
Pressing pink to pink..tip to tip
Nerves crying out as bodies merge
We rest
Wet and warm, yet even still fingers roam
Sentive nipples nearly ache from the loving
Yet yearn for her touch evenso
My nipple addict...my nipples are addicted to you!
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Jealous of women
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Posted:Sep 7, 2006 6:26 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2006 6:28 am
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Yup, jealous of women. I've been gearing up for a Yoni massage session, and realizing afresh the amazing ability women have to "ride the wave" - to have a string of orgasms in fairly short order.
Most of us guys are limited to one biggie, and maybe, if we've got the balls and time for it, one or two lesser launches. Yet, to my constant delight and envy is the ability ladies have, if with a sensitive, patient partner, to stay on a high plateau of arousal and take leaps into the higher delights every few moments. A good Yoni massage lends itself to keeping the lady riding, but I've also had the fun of using my tongue to keep the wave rolling...and been rewarded with a deliciously wet face for it.
Ladies, have you and do you experience this? What keeps YOU on that high? Guys, what have you learned that keeps your lady in a state of constant convulsions?
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Fulfillment!
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Posted:Aug 27, 2006 2:20 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2024 1:38 am
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Ah...the anticipation was completely warranted. WHAT a morning! We turned nearly every room of her apartment into a carnal den of delight. Among the numerous mind-spinning highlights was having her straddle me on the kitchen chair, and then surprise her as she rode me by standing up then and there. Her squeal of surprise and pleasure was rather quickly followed by a rather wet orgasm as the pressure of me pulling her against me sent her over the top. GREAT fun! It was a sweet, scintillating mix of some heated athletics and tender, face-to-face passion.
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Anticipation
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Posted:Aug 25, 2006 3:37 am
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2006 4:21 am
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Sweet anticipation...almost, repeat ALMOST...as good as the real thing. Imagining what is to come as we meet. We've been apart for nearly two weeks...and I ache to hold her, to feel her move with me as we climb that delightful hill of mounting passion. To hear her climax and feel her contract around my thrusting member...to fill her with my gush of groaning release. Yes, anticipation!
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Anal delight
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Posted:Mar 9, 2006 3:43 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2006 12:19 am
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MMMmmmmm....just finished a session of anal play with myself. Nope...not bi, gay, or anything in between, but definitely a Sensualist.
I've always thought it odd that women should "legitimately" have the right to enjoy being licked, caressed, and stroked in any spot or fucked in any orifice, and it's perfectly fine. But, for many men, still, admitting that our neck, nipples, belly, inner thigh, and yes, ass, are erogenous zones is is to make us "unmanly" or puts us (oh, the 'horror!') in the gay camp.
Well, why should the ladies and the bi/gay guys have all the fun? I've found nearly every inch of my body has the potential for erotic delight, from the top of my head to my toes, from the tip of my cock (uh, yeah), to the depths of my ass.
In fact, giving full expression to my sensual nature can be as much of a turn on for my partner as it is for me. Especially in Japan. These men are afraid to even let out a moan or grunt when they cum, let alone give in to being pleasured in any other way than a cursory lick and an almost-as-quick dip into an ultimately unsatisfied cunt.
Most of the sweet women I've met here are excited to finally meet a man who REALLY gets into the entire spectrum of erotic pleasure both theirs as well as mine.
Sooo....I'll continue to explore the anal delights. The strap on was missing my lady on the other side, but my butt was happy nevertheless.
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Yoni Massage
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Posted:Mar 8, 2006 3:00 am
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2006 6:16 pm
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Yoni massage. Pussy massage by another name, but given the Tantric lilt like so much in that realm.
I've been delving into the art, wanting to broaden my "repetoire" of pleasuring the sweet woman I'm with. After a while even a great tongue runs out of circles, strokes, laps, flicks and caresses.
Yoni massage, as all tantric techniques, is designed to first relax, and then to build from that "lost in the warmth" base to a potentially mind-blowing string of orgasms. The orgasms aren't the goal, really, but from my so-far few experiences of using the series of gentle strokes and squeezes, they can lead to an incredible release for the lady...numerous times.
The last time I gave such a massage, the pillow I used to raise her hips up was absolutely drenched with her orgasmic juices. (And...delightfully, so was I, since she proceeded to show her appreciation in a most invigorating fashion!)
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Reflections on Reactions
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Posted:Feb 8, 2006 6:23 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2006 10:34 pm
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Amazing how one's lips and tongue can inspire such intense reactions.
Her forehead
Each eye
Her lips
Along the underside of her jaw line.
The nape of her neck.
Between her breasts
Running from her bellybutton up between her sweet tits.
Around. over, under and on each soft tit
Her feet
Running up each calf, and behind her knees
Loooong moments lapping at the soft expanse of her inner thighs
Lapping the sweet ambrosia of her cunt
Teasing the slightly pungent pucker of her ass
And the whole time....relishing the soft moans and gasps of passion and pleasure that my mouth can give her.
...And I'll be practising all this for lunch tomorrow! MMMmmmm...
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The aphrodisiac of scent
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Posted:Jan 23, 2006 2:50 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2006 7:16 am
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I was clearly reminded of how powerful scent can be in stirring my libido during our delightful lunch last week.
First, just the warm scent of her body, particularly as I nuzzled her neck, stirred me. The scent just races into my gut somehow and gets my cock stirring in a most insistent way.
AND..There has GOT to be some heady pheromones in a woman's aroused juices, because, for me, burying my face in a woman's sweet love-land is to find my mind and body lost in the full thrust of nearly unbridled lust. Last week's lunch had her kneeling on the bed, skirt up up over her hips and pantiless ass and pussy thrust up waiting for my attentions. The instant I knelt behind her and nuzzled her moist cunt lips I felt the powerful rush of her erotic scent race into me. Add to that, then, the luscious taste of her delicate ambrosia, and I was completely undone.
Now...what is exciting is that we'll be enjoying each other for after-dinner delights tomorrow! Mmmmm...can't wait to be lost in her erotic scents and tastes again!
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Satisfaction
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Posted:Jan 19, 2006 12:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2007 4:30 am
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Ah...yes! Delicious lunch! There's little to compare to a round derriere raised up to meet my probing tongue to make for a satisfying mid-day feast. She was more than ready...coming directly from her office, and ready to roll (sans bra or panties, to my delighted surprise!) She wanted my mouth on her NOW. I was most eager to oblige, too. Mmmmm.
Deep doggie, wet mutual explosions, and a long cuddle finished off the noon-time delight. To top it all off...she's just plain fun. That, more than anything, is what makes for such explosive passion, I think. A mutual appreciation and lack of expectations makes for freedom to enjoy and let loose together. I know she sees other guys occasionally, but I count it a privilege to be able to share a few warm moments with her once in a while.
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