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Posted: July 24, 2022 | Author: | Filed under: making love, pretty man | Tags: | Leave a comment

23 July 2022
23:15

I heard him before I saw him. He was behind me. He sounded loud, happy, raspy. He wanted attention, he knew all the answers and he wanted to offer them even before the questions were finished. But not to intimidate or menace. He wanted to play, he wanted to engage, to have fun. The room was soon on fire. He was the tinder & the fuel.
I finally turned around and our eyes met. He was tall and with the perfect salt and pepper hair. His eyes shone under glasses that framed his slim face perefectly. He wore an oversize white shirt with pants like no pants could fit anyone any better. That huge shirt was definitely an invitation to embrace him if you wanted to discover his contours better. There was an exciting urgency in his walk, in all his actions. When our eyes met, i was looking at him. He was looking at me but not looking at me. And he walked out.
But of course we had to meet again. I had been emailing and speaking to a man, when i walked up to our meeting point to realise it was him, i was absolutely enchanted. He was such a gentleman too, as if he wasn’t charming enough already. My first mild advances he brushed off with gentlemanly responses. He didnt even know they were advances, he was just so respectful of my time, my space. And then of course, i respectfully invited him into my space. And he came. We listened to much music and drank much rum. He loved the Blues, but he also heard Buckethead with me. I didn’t want him to leave. So i asked Genghis Khan in a text when he was in the toilet if i should do something. And of course, the mighty Genghis Khan gave me one of my most mighty advices.

When I leaned over and met intensely soft lips, his caresses were even softer. And then came that same inviting energy, that urgency. His ears are like gummybears and his cock is the tastiest ever. He loves me with intense passion and even more kindness.
He hasnt disappointed me once in eight years now. And it’s all thanks to Genghis Khan.

Lady Murasaki

A Dreamy Prague Night

Posted: October 26, 2014 | Author: | Filed under: fucking, kissing, making love | Leave a comment

I met Dorota at a conference. I can’t say we hit it off immediately, but we spent a lot of time together, speaking about everything from poverty to the global markets, and we had an affinity for each other.

She was much older to me, in her late 40s, but a very svelte, petite lady nevertheless. During our conversations, it struck me what a kind, loving soul she was – not the usual ‘I want to fuck her right now’ vibe. We went for walks around the city, exploring the many lanes, and on the river, but maintaining our ‘professional’ distance.

It was on the second night together that we got closer. We had a few drinks at a tiny cafe, and then moved to a larger bar where we bumped into a few other attendees from the conference. With the larger group, drinks flowed more freely. And more people joined us at the table, as we kept moving closer – more and more intimate over the night. At some point during the night, we held hands. Incidentally, the previous night we had discovered that our hotels were right next to each other, sharing a boundary wall.

At around mid-night, we left the large group to go to another bar where we could be by ourselves. We found a quiet corner, still holding hands, and her discussing her kids and her ex-husband and all other such inane things, including her dreams and plans for the future. Distances were closing by the minute, and we decided to walk back to the hotel. Our hotels weren’t far off, about a 5 minute walk away from all the bars we had been to. On the walk back, we stopped and kissed. It was a rather deep first kiss, more tender than passionate, and it was long enough for a group of English tourists dressed as  the Knights Templar, to cheer on as they passed us by.

We got back up to my room. Once there, it was still all very tender, like we were lovers for years sharing a loving moment. No frenzied kissing or tearing apart ones clothes – we took our time peeling off the layers, pausing to kiss and caress right through. I couldn’t find the condoms I had packed in my suitcase, the perils of having too many pockets. Luckily she took out a pack from from her bag. Perfect! She had later told me that she had decided she wanted to have sex with me on the first night we met, and hence bought them.

I entered her with me on top, her legs wrapped around me. Her moans were so lady-like, very coy and demure. There was a lot of kissing involved, and she cummed soon, which was followed by a lot of laughter. We continued through the night, changing positions a few times. She preferred to be on top, as it was slightly uncomfortable for her when I did her from behind – she was a really petite woman after all. I ended cumming on her breasts eventually, and we slept holding each after cleaning up. There was an encore in the morning before we left for the conference. She was leaving that very afternoon and it was a little emotional while she was leaving – she held me and shed a tear. She wished we had more time but said that life was long. It is indeed. Till we meet again, my long lost lover!

Ghenghis Khan