Nadine St Ives - Part 3: Dick meets Massage Creep; Washing away the sin; Nadine's favourite position

Dick lay on the tiny single bed in a state of sexual catharsis. His body now limp and lax dissolved into the mattress. Nadine melted into his side. Her head resting on his shoulder. Her leg draped across his belly. A post coital coma had enveloped them both, wrapping them in a cocoon of sexual inebriation.

Nadine was the first to stir, rolling onto her back. She stretched her arms above her head, arched her spine and yawned luxuriously.

How about a bath to wash away the sin? She suggested.

Nadine hopped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, liberating a strawberry from the platter on the way. Soon, the sound of rushing water possessed the room.

Dick reclined amongst the cushions that had somehow managed to cling to the bed despite the earlier frenetic activity. He placed his hands behind his head and smiled to himself. It was a smile of plethoric contentment. He had just experienced one of the most gratifying sexual encounters of his life and now this domestic goddess was running him a relaxing bath. It seemed as though this voluptuary afternoon of sin and sensuality had much more in store.

The bathroom was large and marble clad. The bath tub was deep and accommodating. Nadine had run a steaming hot bath. The large mirror grew moist with condensation, reflecting the scene in the bathroom through a soft dreamlike filter. The vapours caressed their naked bodies, gently inviting them to partake in the warmth of the rejuvenating water.

Nadine and Dick were face to face. They were obligated to take several moments to ease themselves into the water. Each sighed indulgently as they settled. Nadine's pearly white complexion had taken on a rosy hue and her forehead had begun to dew with sweat. There was a tranquil silence complemented only by the sound of the gentle swish of water.

What kind of kind of porn do you like? Nadine asked. 

The question cut through the serenity and slapped Dick in the face. It was more of Nadine's indomitable spirit of jocularity. Her personality was wonderfully facetious and though slightly taken aback, Dick could not help but admire her for it.

I mean, what would be your top porn search? She followed immediately, as though the question needed clarification. 

Like most of the male species, Dick had retained his adolescent fascination with pornography. The miracle of the web and video streaming only strengthening his enthusiasm over time.

A short time later, Dick found himself seated before the writing desk. The MacBook before him and Nadine perched on his knee. The pile of garments on the floor had not been disturbed. They were both still au naturel; save the pairs of thick-rimmed spectacles they each wore.

Nadine crossed one leg over the other and pushed at the bridge of her glasses. She still retained the warm afterglow of the shared bath. She tapped away on the raised keys of the MacBook and brought up her favourite streaming porn site.

C'Mon Massage Creep. She chanted as if she were about to roll the dice at a casino table. 

She browsed the presented thumbnails before selecting the appropriate clip from the search results.
The scene began with a generically attractive young girl who had evidently found it necessary to be on her back and topless during an oil massage. Massage Creep was working the knots from her neck and shoulders. Nadine smiled and bit one of her fingernails as she watched Massage Creep edge closer and closer to the young girl's breasts. The girl shivered as Massage Creep brushed one of her erect nipples.
C'mon Massage Creep. Nadine urged the unscrupulous therapist. She forwarded the clip a bit. The scene had progressed now with Massage Creep cupping both generously proportioned and well lubricated breasts in firm circular motions. The girl was moaning slightly. Her eyes opening and darting at the camera.
Oh! Nadine exclaimed on delight.

She looked straight at the camera! Nadine stifled a fit of giggles. She seemed to be deriving far more enjoyment from the limited production value than the intended effect of titillation. Dick consumed his pornography solely for the purposes of the latter.

They watched on together as Massage Creep, didactically instructing the young girl into the most optimal position to relive her tension. Nadine skipped forwarded. Massage Creep now had the unsuspecting girl on her back on the edge of the table. He was throwing his hips vigorously at the girl as his cock disappeared into her young vagina. He had obviously convinced the young girl of the therapeutic benefits of a deep vaginal massage. The scene was a cacophony of oil and flesh.

With each thrust, the girl was exclaiming, oh such a deep massage! Periodically, the girl would glance directly at the camera, a questioning look on her face before turning away abruptly; presumably receiving some off-screen direction.
Nadine rolled back on Dick's knee in a gleeful fit of giggles. It was infectious. They giggled together in front of the computer like school children. Dick laughed in amusement as much from Nadine's enjoyment as from the clip.
Come on. She said suddenly.
I want you inside me. She whispered in her soft tone as she took Dick's hand and led him to the bed.
She lay down flat on her stomach.
This of my favourite position. She told him.

Nadine's contoured elegance was on full display. The gentle inverse curve in the small of her back. Her diminutive waist line contrasting a provocative set of hips.

Using his arms, Dick propped himself above her. She pursed her tail bone, increasing the angle of her hips and inviting him to penetrate deeply. Dick probed up and down the vulva. Nadine helped him in his search. One hand disappearing beneath her body, guiding him into her sweet calyx. Her other hand clawing at the sheets as he entered her.

Dick kissed the back of Nadine's neck and nibbled at her ear. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together tightly forming a blissfully snug fit around Dick's member. He felt huge inside her. Euphoria set in as Dick began the thrust more vigorously. Nadine's guiding hand had remained beneath her as she began to supplement her own pleasure; fingers gently grinding on her own clitoris. The friction was intense as the area between Nadine's thighs became heavily lubricated with her own juices.

Though thrusting vigorously, Dick held on desperately, sensing Nadine's pleasure was reaching it's climax. Her elevated moans of pleasure were a harbinger of her impending orgasm. Nadine came first in a great fervor of moans subsiding into laboured panting. This pushed Dick over the precipice and he came hard at the peak of a long and lasting thrust. The sublimity of blissful disgorgement savoured by both to the very end.

Knowing Rose Parker

So am I going to be reading about myself? Rose asked as she lay languid, flat on her belly. Her chin resting in her palms as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her hair was dark, long and luxuriant with a soft and silky texture. She gracefully flicked the strands to one side and they cascaded down her shoulder, falling in ebbs and flows amongst the folds of the crisp bed linen.

You may have to wait a little while. I'm sorry, but I struggle with words sometimes. Dick replied.
Really? But you seem so... confident.
This... Dick motioned in his own general vicinity, pausing as he searched for the words.
This is different. Dick added in an annexed fashion.
The Dick that existed behind the closed doors was not someone who existed in the real world.
Who was he? Dick thought to himself. Was he really the calm and collected individual prone to bouts of loquaciousness in the company of beautiful women? Women like Rose? or was he really the painfully introverted science fiction geek of his sexless youth?
Dick pushed these probing internal reflections to the back of his mind.
All issues a good therapist could sort out at a later date. Dick thought to himself.
For now, the exquisite creature before him deserved (or demanded rather) his full and undivided attention.
I am someone else when I am here... behind closed doors. Dick offered. It was the best he could do when forced to think introspectively.
I understand what you mean. I'd get fired in an instant if the firm ever found out I did this. She empathised.
Her honesty was sobering and all at once Dick understood that the girl before him probably didn't exist in the real world either. A libertine goddess with a clandestine occupation beyond her regular nine-to-five. She existed only within the boundaries of the hotel room as did Dick. But for now, the unreal version of Dick and unreal version of Rose were sharing the same wavelength. And Dick liked it.

Rose was disarmingly chill and it made for sparkling conversation. It was as if she was casually strolling through the rooms of her private life, opening windows and doors. Inviting Dick to take a peek. Through the interstices of the persona that was Rose Parker, Dick caught glimpses of a sophisticated young lady of exceeding confidence and keen intelligence. He was in awe that such endowments could come wrapped up in such a sinfully seductive exterior.

Dick on the other hand, despite his advanced years, was almost callow by comparison. In the real world, he had the uncanny natural ability to make women feel uncomfortable. A painfully introverted personality combined with the unquenchable desire for coitus can make for the most interesting of social scenarios.

However, things were different with Rose Parker. Their engaging conversation revealed a surprising degree of mutual interest and this seemed to make all the difference.

Like Dick, Rose was a bibliomanic. A prolific reader who inhaled literature like oxygen. And it showed in her good diction. She preferred the old-world charm of page-turning over the new-world of e-reading. She sited To Kill a Mockingbird as one of her all time favourites. A novel that Dick also treasured.
I want to have a child just so I can name him Atticus. She proclaimed proudly.

Dick had to admire her intellectual jocularity.
He prattled off a list of his own favourites and when he finally named one that she hadn't already consumed, it happened to be one that Dick was currently re-reading. He dove into his backpack and returned with his paperback copy.
Please take it. He said offering it to her.
It was a copy of A Confederacy of Dunes. A cleverly witty novel that Dick adored.
I can't take your book! She guffawed.
Dick insisted, knowing how someone who loved the written word as much as Rose did would appreciate it.
She finally accepted the gift, hugging it to her chest. She smothered Dick with a volley of kisses.
Oh thank you! I just want to snuggle up and read it right now! She gushed with excitement. 
Her joyful show of appreciation at such a minor display of generosity warmed Dick to his core. He was glad to be able to gift something so succinctly appropriate for Rose. And the thought of a little piece of himself occupying Rose's bookshelf bought him an immeasurable amount of pleasure. In that moment, he found the desire to smile irrepressible. He beamed as Rose affectionately sidled up next to him.
You are such a surprise. Rose said to him.
Dick blushed a little. He hoped Rose had not noticed.
A good surprise I hope. Dick bantered.
Yes. A very good surprise. She responded.
Am I what you expected? Rose asked.

You are far beyond anything I ever expected. Dick said, cringing slightly at his own cloying sentimentality.

For the days that followed their fateful rendezvous, Dick found himself smiling subconsciously. And when he caught himself, he found that Rose was occupying his thoughts.

Dick thought back to Rose's question. It had taken him a few days, but Dick had discovered that Rose was everything he never knew he wanted.

Nadine St Ives - part 2: Dick has his mind blown

Kissing Nadine, Dick felt as if he partaking in some rare delicacy. He savoured the taste of her and the softness of her lips. As comfortable as she was with conversation, Nadine was equally comfortable with the intimate art of the kiss.
She reached over Dick, removing her glasses and placing them on the nightstand. He could not detect any trace of perfume, but she was trailing a pleasant fragrance of soap and water.
Nadine stood with her back to him, coyly dipping her nose below her shoulder line giving her neck a long, graceful appearance. She peered back over her shoulder at him. Her piercing emerald eyes sending Dick a silent invitation to defrock.
The zipper ran down the back of the dress, tracing the sleek contours of Nadine's spine. Dick pulled at the zipper and the dress began to melt apart like a hot knife through butter. Between the parting fabric Dick spied more of Nadine's milky complexion and the rear clasp of a red satin bra. The dress slipped off Nadine's shoulders and dropped to the floor in a puddle around her feet. Beneath the sexy corporate attire, Nadine sported a pair of red satin panties matching her perky red bra.
There was as supple yet delicate quality to Nadine's body. A diminished waist line gave her a svelte hourglass figure and a set of hips that could cause traffic chaos. Her cool detected beauty was architecturally purposed for seduction.
The red hot lingerie joined the rest of Nadine's disposed garb on the floor giving it the appearance of being set alight. Dick's clothes soon added to the growing bundle as the pair began the first tentative steps in an exploration of each others anatomy.
Dick lay supine with Nadine astride him. He had not occupied a single bed since his sexless adolescent years. Had it not been for the beautiful red head straddling him, the experience may have been considered nostalgic.

With Nadine's erogenous nether-region grinding on him and her deep french kisses, the sexual fervor escalated quickly.

She drew herself up into a cow-girl position before dismounting. First placing one knee and then the other between Dick's knees, wiggling a crawl-space for herself between his legs.
He watched as Nadine, holding the base, carefully spat onto the head of his penis. She allowed it to ooze a little down his erect shaft, like some sweet viscous syrup off a honey dipper, before applying it to the full length with soft caresses of her hand.
With slightly parted lips poised just above the apex of Dick's penis, she peered up at him, engaging Dick in a hypnotic knowing gaze. Her emerald eyes spoke of the erotic pleasure she was about gift. Dick's heart quickened at the thought. There was a rush of blood which further engorged his already incredibly hardened member. The anticipation very nearly bringing proceedings to a abruptly premature ending as Nadine gently slid the cock into her mouth. Her lips wrapped wondrously around the diameter of his shaft. He could feel her warm tongue sliding down the ventral underside of his cock as she slowly descended and then returned. Those engaging eyes did not break contact the entire time. Dick held on desperately, saved only by Nadine's mercifully indolent paced strokes.
Mouth and hand combined in a seamless swirling motion up and down Dick's shaft. She paused intermittently to apply more of her natural lubrication. Dick's cock began to glisten with Nadine's saliva as she interchanged between strokes of hand and mouth. It was a brand of fellatio Dick had only known in adult films.
Dick could feel the very skin of his cock stretch under the strain of his own erection. Such was his state of arousal. He dropped his head back onto the soft pillows, breathing yogically in a concentrated effort to avoid an premature orgasmic explosion in Nadine's mouth. Nadine, for her part was relaxed, unhurried and meticulously assiduous with her unique oral style. With her mouth full of Dick's cock, she emitted a sensual purring "Mmmm".
Swapping positions, Dick descended upon Nadine's enticing vaginal region. It had a pristinely smooth and clean shaven appearance. An exotic delicacy Dick could not resist. He ran his tongue around the edges of her labia and ticked the clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue, sending little shivers through Nadine's body. Above, Dick could see that Nadine had her eyes closed, seemingly in a concentrated trance. She moaned softly as Dick delicately worked the edges of her vaginal boundaries. In a change of pace, Dick gave Nadine a slow firm lap from her perineum all the way to the top of her clitoral hood. He circled back to the opening, giving the clitoris a gentle flicker along the way, before plunging his tongue into her opening and launching into a full-blown tongue fuck.
Nadine Ohhh'd and Mmmm'd up above at Dick's oral efforts. However, in abrupt mercurial change of mood, she reached down and pulled is face from between her legs.
I want you to fuck me now! She said in her cool placid voice.
Dick resurfaced above Nadine. She drew her knees upwards to facilitate entry. He kissed her as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of Nadine's vulva, feeling his way towards her tender vaginal opening. He kissed her deeply as he slowly pressed his straining cock into her. She broke lip contact momentarily to draw a quickened breath as she felt the bulbous head of Dick's cock penetrate inside her. Dick continued to slowly press into her. However, as if unable to restrain her yearning any longer, Nadine grasped Dick's hips firmly with both hands and pulled him deeply into her vagina.
Oh fuuuck! Nadine exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, Dick and Nadine breathed heavily into one another. Dick pressed himself into Nadine. He was at full penetration. He gazed into her emerald eyes as he kissed her deeply. This is what Dick imagined regular couples called making love. It was an intense, visceral sensation rather than mere titillation.
Nadine did not relinquish her hold of Dick. She continued to guide him in prolonged regular thrusts. Her thighs tight against Dick ribs.
The pumping became vigorous as did the sensuous sounds of pleasure. Nadine's sweet stifled moans intermingled with Dick's labouring tones. The air became thick with the symphony of sex and humid with carnal passion. The sexual energy was palpable. 

The orgasmic pressure built until Dick finally came with a climactic nova eruption.

Nadine St Ives - Part 1: An audience with Nadine St Ives (November 2013)

Dick found himself in a modern-style room filled with straight lines and defined edges. The far wall was almost completely glass. The window allowed plenty of natural light to stream through, however, it framed a rather vacant grey wall out in courtyard. The reflected dullness of the wall reproached the cheerful sunshine outside. 

Inside, some oddly jarring artwork hung on one of the walls in a strange juxtaposition which unbalanced the room. Opposite, there were two single beds separated by a nightstand.

Dick sat in an armchair in the corner. Nadine stood by the bureau. She was wearing a simple yet attractively body hugging dress which would have been at home in any corporate environment. Cutting tastefully below the knee line, the dress was two toned with a monochrome pattern on the front and solid black on the back. It was a contrast to her milky white flesh and flaming boy-cut hair.

Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? She spoke with a soft, genial voice.

Dick thought he detected a slight accent which he couldn't quite place. It was definitely Australian, but there were inflections of sophisticated proper English.

Gastronomy was far from Dicks thoughts at this particular point in time. He was much too stimulated by his surroundings and by his gorgeous companion. 

He said he wasn't hungry, but invited her to get something for herself.

Nadine picked up the receiver and placed an order. She stepped out of a pair of precipitous heels as she spoke and peddled in a cat-like fashion on the carpet.

Dick took the opportunity to appreciate Nadine's form. The fitting dress was an allusion to a sexy ectomorphic figure beneath and Dick could not help but ogle her while her attention was diverted.

When Nadine was done, she came over to join Dick. Nadine sat on the bed opposite him. Their knees close to touching. She crossed her long creamy skinned legs. Her skirt hitching up slightly above her knee. A serendipitous brush of her ankle against the inside of his calf sent an arc of excitement running up Dick's leg and tingling up his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

She gazed at him with eyes of jade from behind thick framed tortoise shell glasses, not unlike Dick's own. There was an element of geek about her and a seriously sexy librarian vibe. 

Dick fought through his psychosomatic nervous mutism to engage in some entertaining ice-breaking conversation. Nadine was engaging with her pithy observations and jocular tonality. She invited him to appreciate the non-vista beyond the glass and even pointed out the peculiarities of the incongruent art adorning the walls.

She was charmingly self deprecating, professing herself a Queenslander then declaring that they were not "her type of people". She leaned in slightly and whispered this last part as if sharing a secret. 

Nadine also revealed that she was currently supporting a disco fetish. Soon, the sounds of Chic, her favourite rock-disco band were filling the room. 

The hotel staff came and went, leaving a collection of cheeses, fruit, crackers and a bottle of South Australian Cabernet Sauvignon. Selecting the appropriate glasses from the bureau, Nadine poured the wine and offered Dick a glass. Dick shifted to the bed and the two clinked glasses and sipped.

Long before they even touched, Dick had a good feeling about this hastily organised impromptu rendezvous. To Dick, she was something exotic. Far removed from his typical Eurasian fare. Disarming simply by way of her natural being. The nascent sense of arousal was undeniable. 

Dick smiled inwardly. It was going to be an afternoon delight.

Nia - February 2012

I am sharing the afternoon with singularly stunning beauty called Nia. Wine glasses in hand, the conversation flows freely. Nia is candid, openly sharing intimate details of her life and how she had come to be sharing herself with me on this occasion. There's an irresistible realness about this lady; and I like it.

Nia invites me over to the bed. I quickly make myself naked as she begins peeling off her skirt and blouse. Her long slender body is adorned with tiny articles of black satin and lace. Simple lingerie framing a flat and toned mid section (obviously the result countless hours of hard work). A pair of long sexy thigh high stockings covering an endless pair of legs. Rich dark hair is tied back in a simple ponytail. A sensuously felinesque face accented by piercing hazel-blue eyes and cheeky Cheshire grin; a feature I was to become most intimately acquainted with.

Nia straddles me. We kiss with the passion and familiar intimacy of long lost lovers. Unclasping her little black bra, I slide one hand under the cup, allowing the lacey straps to fall off her slender shoulders. A gentle flick from Nia and its gone and forgotten by the bed side.

I inhale everything about her. The long, sweetly scented neck. The small pert breasts. The soft kissable lips.

Nia begins working her way south. Her mouth exploring various erogenous regions along the way. Lustrous eyes are locked with mine in a seductive and sultry gaze as she descends. The tongue play is exquisite, as Nia paints an erotic picture of my engorged member with her mouth. Before long, Nia is sucking me in earnest with varying techniques of lascivious bobbing occasionally interspersed with a carnal deep throat plunge.

Needing a change of pace (mostly to avoid exploding in her mouth), I flip Nia over and gently lay her down on bed. Removing the last of the stringy ornaments, I find myself face to pussy. I allow myself a moment to appreciate this most glorious of feminine delicacies. It's clean shaven. Looking sumptuous, tight and inviting. I lightly trace the edges of her delicate pussy lips with my tongue, savouring the sweetness and the promise of more intense flavour as I draw ever closer to it's centre.

I finally give her delicious pussy a full-blooded lap. Slowly running my tongue her entire vaginal length. I finish with a teasing flicker of her clitoris. A deep moan of appreciation is the reward for my efforts. The gentle arch of her back and a yearning pelvic thrust is my cue that more is required. And I am happy to oblige.

However, before long Nia interrupts my feast. Lifting my chin gently, she whispers, "Put it in". Again, I am happy to oblige.

I slowly slide myself into her pussy; which by now is well lubricated with a mixture of my own saliva and Nia's natural juices. The first stroke feels heavenly. As I reach full penetration, I almost blow my load. I take a moment to compose myself before continuing with slow strokes. However, Nia interrupts me again. This time grasping my buttocks with both hands and whispering "Leave it in!".

Taking control, Nia guides me in prolonged pelvic thrusts into her vagina. At the peak of each thrust, she pauses, holding me deep. Strong vaginal muscles convulsing and gripping me. It's a curiously sublime sensation.

With each prolonged thrust, she brings herself closer and closer until finally, with one lasting thrust, Nia achieves an intense climax. A cheeky Cheshire grin materialising across her effervescent face.

With the lady's needs taken care of, attention is now turned the quelling of my own appetite. We explore a range of positions, before assuming one of my favourite finishing positions - cowgirl. The pace becoming feverish and vigorous. It's a passionate blur of kissing, caressing and rhythmic sex. The moment arrives before long and I lose my first load in an explosive orgasm deep inside Nia.

Libidinous desires satisfied (at least ephemerally), we lounge luxuriously on the bed, head to feet. Reclining back on her elbows, one knee bent over the other, Nia shows off the shapely curve of her petite posterior. She's clearly comfortable in her own skin, casually conversing with me as I lightly stroke her legs and thighs.

The remainder of the afternoon is spent lost in conversation and more of that tenaciously penetrative style of sex that is unique to Nia. I am treated to the sight of that priceless Chesire grin another three times. I also reach a second glorious climax at the peak of a lasting thrust deep inside Nia as she is straddled over a pillow in doggie.

A glance over at the clock reveals that the booking time has well elapsed. I try to apologise but Nia graciously dismisses this with a smile. Nia is generous with herself and her time. She is genuine in nature and engaging in speech. A real gem and I am thankful for the time we shared together. 

Constance Azura - part 2

Sexy lingerie was one of Dick's hamartia. As far as Dick was concerned, there was nothing more quintessentially feminine than lace and satin. The corset wrapped around Constance's svelte frame setting off her tiny waist against her sexy hips. Dick visualised a delectable box of sweets wrapped in red lace and ribbons.
Dick denuded. They kissed. Her body pressed against his. His hardness pressed back against her. Dick's physical desire was telling and Constance had no difficulty in reading it. She responded by lowering her mouth to meet his excitement.

Dick gasped at the feel of being inside her mouth. A thrillful shiver travelling down his spine. His sensitivity heightened at the sight of Constance on her knees between his legs. Her face buried in his lap and flowing locks cast about his body.
Constance held a steady pace. Dispensing incredible waves of pleasure with each gentle bob of her head. He held her head gently. There was no need to guide her for she knew exactly what she was doing. It was more for the simple pleasure of touching her. He gently stroked her hair, allowing the soft strands to run between his fingers.
Constance's devine fellatio skills, soon brought Dick to the precipice. He knew it was time to return the favour.
He rolled Constance onto her back. Her diminutive form nestled amongst the folds and crests of the soft Egyptian sheets. The peek-a-boo panties were removed, but the corset was retained.
Dick was hungry for cunnilingus and greedily devoured her clean, hairless pussy. The taste was sweet and the scent hypnotic. Constance's crotch quickly becoming soaked in a cocktail of their juices.
Constance's breath became frenetic and laboured. A tumult of deep pleasurable moans intermingling with the sounds of Van Morrison.
The sweets sounds of sex are the best kind of music. Dick thought to himself.
Constance's body became hyperkinetic. Her back arching, her hips bucking wildly as Dick's tongue worked furiously between the delicious interstice of Constance's thighs.
The cunnilingus was delightfully interminable. His stalwart efforts, however, did not result in a orgasmic release for Constance. A disappoint for Dick. Something he felt he was obliged to rectify in the future. But right now, he really wanted to fuck Constance.
But Constance had other ideas. They exchanged position and she straddled him. Dick struggled to remove the complicated corset. Fingers fumbling for the clasps. With Constance's assistance it was eventually removed, to reveal a pair of small pert breasts topped by the cutest erect nipples.
She eased herself onto his cock. Reaching full penetration, she brought herself back to the zenith for another full stroke. Then the sex got slightly rough. Constance began to ride Dick hard. With both palms on the bed head, she pushed back onto him hard with each stroke.

They switched to missionary. Constance drew her knees high for maximum penetration. Grasping both of Dick buttocks firmly, she pulled him into herself in earnest. It was lasting pleasure and hard work.
Dick withdrew. He hopped off the bed and stepped towards the desk. Hand outstretched for Constance to join him. She did.
She turned her back to him and bent over, stomach flat to the desktop. Her arms embracing the flat surface. Her hands clasping around the edges. Her buttocks were firm, pert and perky. A tattoo of a flowing dragon in flight hugging the contours down one side of her back.
Dick took hold of her young hips and entered Constance from behind. Constance groaned and reached around to grab Dick's butt cheek and pulled him into yearning pussy firmly. Dick responded and started to fuck Constance hard. The lamp sitting upon the desk began shaking violently with each forceful stroke. Constance's appetite was insatiable.
Dick pulled out of her again and moved to the swivel chair. Constance mounted him for a chair fuck. She straddled him in a squat, both feet on the chair on either side of Dick. He could enjoy the pleasure of being face to face with Constance. To kiss her while she fucked him in the chair.
The chair reclined with each of Constance's thrusts. It was like fucking on a trampoline. A wholly unique experience for Dick.
Soon, Dick could no longer hold back. He wanted (needed) to cum. But he wanted to be in control when he did it. He lifted Constance from the chair, whilst still deep inside her and placed her on the edge of the bed. Standing off the edge, he fucked Constance hard and fast. He finally reached a glorious climax deep inside Constance. Endorphins! Ecstasy. Heaven. It was abject gratification.
The conversation continued after the sex. Constance recited a list of her favourite musical artists. None of which Dick had ever heard of. She showed them off to Dick on her Mac. Dick liked her taste in music. It was cool and mellow. They nibbled on fruit and drank expensive champagne from glass tumblers. He marvelled at her body and how comfortable she was in her own skin. Skin that was the colour of a cafe latte and soft to the touch. Her body was young, supple and athletic. He couldn't keep his hand off her. Running his fingers up and down the length of her slender body as casually as he could as they talked.
They fucked again. Twice more before the night was out. It was hard to tell who was fucking who. It didn't matter to Dick. He was happy to have spent a few short hours with this special lady and eager to see her again soon.

Constance Azura - Part 1 (July 2013)

What kind of music do you like? She asked.
And don't say anything, the post qualfication followed quickly.
This last addendum put Dick under pressre. He lacked the mental agility to think quickly on his feet. Particularly with someone like Constance in the room, looking the way she did.
She tuned to her Mac which sat on the beside table and awaited his response.
Well... Dick replied. I'm quite into Van Morrison at the moment.
Relief as he had managed to respond in spite of the distraction of Constance's panties playing a cheeky game of peek a boo with him from beneath her proposterously short-cut dress.
Fingers paused over the keyboard.
Uh oh.  Dick thought.
Have I just given away my age?
Van Morrison, Dick repeated, as he stepped closer to peer over her shoulder.
Into the Mystic. He added. As if that was going to help.
That's it Dick. Dig yourself a little deeper into that generational gulf. He thought.
The laid back sounds of Van Morrison eventually filled the uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable only for Dick as Constance exuded all the relaxed confidence that came with her youth.
He settled back into the armchair, lest his social awkwardness cause him any physical damage.
You're so not what I expected. Said Constance as she reclined on the fluffy white sheets atop the bed opposite Dick. Her dress riding up dangerously close to her hips. The panties resurfacing to greet him like a meek and inquisitive child.

How do you mean? Dick asked, trying as best he could from allowing his voice from crack at the game of hide and seek her briefs were playing.
Well... she said. Her eyes wondering upward contemplatively. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully to avoid offence.
Dick is really kind of a name for an old man. She replied somewhat ambiguously.
And you're... disappointed? Said Dick, seeking clarity.
Pleasantly surprised! I thought we'd have nothing in common to talk about. She replied to Dick's relief.
You don't look like a Dick. The double entendre becoming apparent the instant she uttered the words.
They both laughed. The ice-breaker further putting Dick at ease.
They chatted and laughed further. Constance, supremely relaxed in her bubbly manner. She was nothing if not open with the more private aspects of her life. More and more, Dick got the feeling he was dealing with someone tangible, who existed in the real world. And he liked it.
Dick, betraying his age again, even found himself dispensing advice on career and friendships.
You can be my life-coached. Constance joked.
Time passed quickly.
I'm really bad at getting things 'going'. I'm always waiting for the guy to make the first move. She said.
Dick, being the natural introvert, had been waiting for Constance to make the initial move towards physical intimacy. He smiled and then moved in to kiss her.
The feeling of her soft lips on his, the interplay of tongues spoke of the experience that belied her youth. Yet, there was nothing laboured about it. As if was the most natural thing in the world for these two strangers to be doing.
She broke and hopped off the edge of the bed excitedly.
Oh, I've got something to show you. She said.
And she slipped off the body-hugging t-shirt-posing-as-a-dress. Beneath she wore, unbelievable, an even tighter lace-up corset. It reminded Dick of Gone with the Wind.
Damn, I AM old. Thought Dick. But he couldn't care less at that point. He was being confronted by a graceful Gazelle-like creature. That young tight body, tapering in to a tiny waist and those cheeky panties (finally revealing themselves proudly with confidence), sent Dick into a spin. He was feeling light headed.
She crawled back onto the bed, toward him on her hands and knees. She was exuding raw, animalistic sensuality. Dick was in trouble.

It's not all about sex - Paris (April 2013)

My other life passion is travel. I decided to include Paris on my last trip and pretty much took in all the top touristy sites. One of the stand-out experiences was Notre Dame. Standing in the the Nave, surrounded by such Gothic grandeur, I could not help but put aside my agnosticism and marvel at the magnificent heights of beauty that can be achieved.  

"I stand upon my desk to remind myself that I must constantly look at things a different way" - Dead Poets Society.

Cafes in Paris are more for people watching than for coffee drinking, but come to think of it, isn't that the way it is everywhere?

Chloe Chase (June 2013)

I'm a little but of a sucker for the touring girl. Something about an out-of-towner breezing in and out of your life. I caught word that Chloe was intending to visit Melbourne and after seeing her pictures, I swiftly organised a rendezvous at the Marriot.

I must say that my first impressions of Chloe were a little disappointing. She didn't resemble her pictures. I believe the reasons for this are probably a combination of photoshop and some bad luck which recently befell her.

However, the initial disappointment was quickly dispelled by how engaging Chloe is in personality and presence. She has a way of drawing your attention and though (in my humble opinion) she currently does not resemble he photos, she is still drop-dead sexy.

Chloe, like Olivia, has a day-job, which is an incredible turn-on for me. For some reason, fucking a sexy work colleague is a fantasy I never tire of. There's just something about the girl-next-door fantasy that just gets me and Chloe most definitely gets me in that way.

We hit it off in terms of compatibility. She is engaging in conversation. We're both foodies, and both appreciate fashion.

She excused herself to freshen up and when she returned, Chloe decided it was time to get intimate with some kissing. She popped herself on my lap in the large swivel chair and commenced a prolonged make-out session which descended into heavy petting.

Superfluous clothing was dispensed with quickly as we proceeded to the bed. By the time my pants were removed, my underwear was heavily stained with pre-cum due to the warm-up activities. As I lay on my back with my legs luxuriously splayed with Chloe between them, she took my cock into her mouth with long, deep and lingering strokes. I dissolved into the mattress as Chloe took me to pleasure town. The feeling was so wonderful, I felt the need to make eye contact as she was sucking. I pulled back her long soft hair into a bun and held it atop her head as it sumptuously bobbed up on down on my cock.

Time to return the favour. We exchanged positions and I descended to Chloe's nether regions. I simply can't resist eating pussy. I'm totally obsessed with it and Chloe's was singularly delicious. Delicate, soft and pink. Like some irresistible delicacy. I get such a sense of satisfaction and achievement in bringing a woman to orgasm. The sounds of Chole's impending orgasm, as I orally pleasured her, spurred me on and made me incredibly hard as I dry humped the mattress between Chloe's stunningly long legs.

I worked long and hard to make Chloe cum and it was all worth it when I felt those trembling legs on either side of my head. I surfaced and kissed Chloe hard pressing my shaft against her vulva.

It was now time for my hard earned return trip to pleasure town. I fucked Chloe in missionary, she fucked me in cow-girl, then I fucked her in doggy. By this stage, I was ready to burst and I wanted to look into her eyes when I did it. I flipped her over and I entered her vigorously, holding on as long as I could for a more intense explosion. Inevitably, I blew at the deepest point of a final lasting thrust.

We recovered and drank sparkling water. We chatted freely. I truly enjoyed her company and the flowing conversation which came with it. The engagement was a real turn-on for me and it wasn't long before I felt the need to fuck her again. I received another sensational session of delectable oral stimulating with Chloe's smooth deep strokes moving up and down the full length of my shaft. I was ridiculously hard and I wanted to fuck. I lifted Chloe into a standing fuck in front of the full length mirror. We enjoyed the reflected view of our intertwined bodies (at least I did) before I lay her down gently at the corer of the bed.

Standing at the corner of the bed to fuck in missionary is fantastic! Something about the purchase or leverage you get to thrust into the pussy makes it superior to fucking whilst standing against the flat edge of the bed. Perhaps this made the difference for Chloe (I don't really know). The auditory feedback I was getting from Chloe as we both drew closer to orgasm was driving me crazy. I held out as long as I could, which as it turns out was just enough because we came synchronously. Oh, the simultaneous orgasm... the ultimate in sexual fantasy. Thank-you Chloe for achieving this with me.

I wasn't expecting a second orgasm from Chloe, let alone a timed synchronous cum between us. There are very few women whom I have been able to extract multiple orgasms. Fiona has a particular talent for multiple orgasms - it's one of the reasons I can't resist seeing her. Ivy is probably the only other girl whom I've been able to make cum twice (almost three times). I just love it when women cum.

Chloe Chase... one to commit to memory.

Olivia Acqui - post holiday (May 2013)

So after my big European adventure, I returned home and was looking for a little local cuisine. Having missed out on a booking with Olivia previously, I felt the need to satisfy the curiosity which had been peeked pre-holiday.

I did feel a little guilty at not re-visiting the previously thwarted Fiona-Olivia menage a trios encounter, particularly since it was Fiona who had suggested Olivia to me. I was however, not in the mood for a threesome and as funny as it sounds after only just returning from a holiday, I wanted to relax. Though extremely fun, a menage a trios is a bit of work and I wasn't in the mood for the raunch that comes with it.

I contacted Olivia, who was most apologetic at having to cancel the previous encounter, to the point of offering to pay for the hotel. I refused. The date was set for a Friday night.

I arrived early to shower and freshen up before the encounter. I sometimes rue my own eagerness and the anxiety it creates. I was in the hotel room for about an hour with nothing to do with my nervous energy but fiddle with the TV and check the time every thirty seconds.

My anxiety was of course, self inflicted. You see, I am afflicted with a couple (ok many) fetishes. One of them is that I find intelligent women intensely sexy. Another is that I have a deep-seated girl-next-door fantasy.

Unfortunately, I also find beautiful women intimidating. And to further complicate matters, I couldn't help but do some pre-date cyber stalking. My intelligence reconnaissance uncovered that Olivia was not only smart, witty, and sexy, but that she also held a regular day job. Damn, I was in trouble!

My palms were sweating by the time my mobile toned and the words on the screen read, "I'm down stairs sitting on the couch next to the lifts".

The trip down to the lobby is always nerve-racking. You want to be inconspicuous, and you always feel that the reception staff inexplicably know what you're up to somehow. To make matters worse, when I arrived downstairs, there were two ladies sitting on the couch next to the lifts. A moment of panic. Then, I recognised her. I greeted her as casually as I could and we ascended together. Must remember room number. Must remember room number.

She spoke with an accent. It may not have actually been an accent (perhaps my imagination), but to me, it sounded slightly British - another turn on.

We sat on the couch and sipped sparkling water. We talked and broke the ice. She lived up to all my expectations. Truly, she was intelligent, she was sexy and she was also a regular person (with a sexy British accent to boot). The conversation was most stimulating. I like the pre-fuck ice-breaker conversations that come with these sorts of encounters. I feel the experience is enhanced once all parties are not only comfortable, but also suitably stimulated on an intellectual level. My appetite was most definitely wet.

The other thing I truly love about these encounters is the pre-fuck make-out sessions. Making out on the couch transports me back to the back seat of my first car in my teenage years. Ah, the nostalgia.

Her day-job dress was removed to reveal expensive lacey lingerie. I think expensive lingerie is a sign of a woman who likes to take care of herself - I like women who look after themselves.

There's nothing like the feeling of first contact of mouth on cock. A little like being plunged into a cold mountain stream. Sometimes, I come very close to losing my load. I certainly almost lost it when Olivia went down on me. I had to pull her off and kiss her before allowing her to continue. I soon acclimatised to enjoy the amazing job Olivia was performing on me.

We moved the action to the bed, where the bra and g-string were removed, but the thigh-high stockings remained (I love thigh-high stockings on a pair or long and luscious legs). We somehow ended up splayed diagonally across the bed. More kissing ensured before I inevitably made my way down to feast on one of my favourite all-time meals. Olivia was clean shaven, smooth and sweet. I must have spent a solid half hour eating out Olivia. Her squirming and arching became more and more pronounced as I worked away at her with a combination of oral and digital stimulation. As the orgasm drew closer, she gripped the sides of my head, a handful of my hair in each hand, pulling me onto her grinding pussy. Olivia came with a devastating shudder, a prolonged arch of pleasure and heavy breathing. I came up with Olivia's juices all over my face and I kissed her so she could taste the glorious fruits of her own hard work.

We changed position into a cow-girl near the top of the bed allowing her to grip the top of the bed head. Olivia cuts an impressive figure from this angle; her fingers digging into the bed head, pushing her hips back onto my cock, like some sort of erotic yoga pose. I enjoyed the pleasure of the sights and sounds that were Olivia. Olivia in missionary, Olivia in doggy and then finally the pleasure of blowing my load deep inside her in missionary with her had hanging over the edge of the bed.

We took a break to chat some more and take refreshments. But not for long. Her mouth somehow found its way back onto my cock. This time, Olivia was going deep-throat on me. Forcefully, taking my cock down her throat in gallant efforts to take my full length. Her gagging sounds and watery eyes were surprisingly arousing. The gagging strokes a man's ego no end. The physical attempt (and failure) seems to say, "damn you are big", and I am not averse to having my ego stroked in this way.

Olivia brought me close to shooting a second load, but I wanted to be inside her again. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wanted to fuck.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." she replied with a cheeky smile and complied by mounting me in reverse cow-girl.

What I have failed to notice up until this point was how nice Olivia's ass is. It's big, but well proportioned. Beyonce comes to mind and I was enjoying an unobstructed view of it along with the view of the full length of my shaft penetrating her delicious pussy. The angle of penetration in reverse cow-girl makes for a really tight-feel as the pussy envelops the cock. Olivia was really exploring the full length of my cock in this position, taking her pussy all the way to the head of my cock, pausing momentarily before bringing her pussy all the way back down again to meet the base of my cock. The sight was unbelievably arousing and when she quickened the pase, I had no choice but to show my appreciation by grasping her hips and cumming as hard as I could.

Olivia collapsed back on the bed and we both caught our breath and took a second drinks break. More engaging conversation about our common interests (food).

Round three commenced in much the same fashion as the previous round. Olivia was once again engaging me in another scintillating deep-throat session. She was again, forcefully taking my cock into her mouth and gagging as my cock pushed against the extremities at the back of her throat. Just when I though she could take no more, with her eyes watering and struggling a little to breathe, Olivia increased her pace! She was fucking me with her mouth! Simply amazing! This time, I wanted to cum in her mouth, but it seemed as though Olivia was never going to give me a choice on this one. The load was shot, the load was taken and the load was well and truly swallowed.

There is something so ultimately and totally erotic about a woman submitting to you and committing to your satisfaction in this fashion. I found it sexually exhilarating.

Alas, the night had to come to an end and Olivia bid me farewell leaving me to drift off into blissful oblivion at the Hyatt.

Grace - the morning of my flight (March 2013)

Grace is one of those "university student" girls working for Tiffany. By the way, I sent Tiffany a text a couple of weeks ago to ask who was working as I was feeling the itch for a cheap, uncomplicated rub and tug. She sent me back a text telling me that she was no longer running "the business" and not to contact her in the future. A follow-up text a week later indicated that her phones had been confiscated by the police. Anyway, back to Grace.

Tiffany recommended her to me weeks earlier. Grace is very young and very cute. A little bootylicous asian. Our first booking was a little reserved. I tried to go down on her, but she wouldn't have it.

It was the morning I was due to fly out, and I needed a little something to tide me over before the 21 hours of air-time. Texted Tiffany and made a booking with Grace. I turned up was shown to the little room with the rickety massage table. Grace was pleasant and friendly.

I dispensed with my travel clothes (I was dressed for air travel) and stood next to the table rather than lying down to let Grace know I was purely interested in sex. She turn her back to me and removed her clothes and I took the opportunity to embrace her from behind and kiss her neck to make sure she knew what I wanted.

She turned and we kissed. She's a tiny little girl (I love petite women) and ever so cute. I lifted her and placed her on the edge of the table and started to work my way downward. I had been denied access to her crotch on the previous occasion, but the clean shaven pussy was beckoning my and I had to try.

This time, however, I was pleasantly surprised by the lack of opposition. She was a little cagey, as if she wasn't sure she wanted me to do it, but encountering no resistance, I continued. She was trembling a little as I descended, knowing what was to come. I made light teasing contact with her clitoris and lips.  Her breathing quickened as if someone was pouring cold water over her. When I went in for the full-blooded lap, she gasped deeply and dropped her head behind her onto the bench. It was like she was being eaten out for the first time! The moans and quickened breath were virgin-like. I was so turned on.

I feasted for a while, savouring the taste and sounds assaulting my senses. I wanted to make this girl cum - that's another thing I love, bringing a girl to orgasm. I broke pussy contact momentarily to lubricate my middle finger with my own saliva before resuming licking her clitoris, simultaneously inserting my finger. At this point, you never really know if a girl is going to be receptive to this or not, so I try not to be abrupt when inserting my finger into a girl's pussy. I worked my way deeper and deeper, a little at a time, making sure to maintain good contact with my tongue and the clit. Soon, Grace was arching her back and grinding herself onto me. Her pussy searching for the ideal balance between clitoral and deep vaginal stimulation. She worked herself into a frenzy before reaching climax.

It was time for my turn. I enjoy the feeling of having earned the right to fuck a girl after bringing her to orgasm first. I entered Grace whilst she was still lying on the edge of the table, having only allowed her moment to recover post orgasm. She was young, and it showed in the tightness of her pussy. I savoured a few deep slow strokes inside her. As inexperienced as Grace was, it was still amazing being inside something so young, so petite, so cute and soooo tight!

I decided I would show Grace a little something. So I pulled out of her and we moved over to the only chair in the room. I sat down and pulled her into cowgirl on top of me. I entered her again for a few strokes before hooking my arms under her legs and lifting he into a standing fuck position. She gasped at being lifted into the air and gripped the back of my neck. She soon got the hang of it and was lifting herself up and down on my shaft - and there were those virginesque sounds again.

I angled us three quarters to the full-length mirror next to the door and told her to turn around. Oh, the sight of the glory reflected back at us; our bodies locked together in a standing fuck, my cock disappearing into her tight little pussy and the roundness of her bootylicous ass. She buried her face into me neck, turning a little red in embarrassment. I kissed her cheek and told her to look again, at how beautiful she looked. She turned to look in the mirror again and this time giggled. I resumed fucking her in standing position, my elbows hooked under her legs in an erotic tangle. She kept, looking, observing like a student. The reflection in the mirror sent me to the edge and I had to put Grace down. I wanted to  thrust deeply into her and cum hard.

I placed Grace gently back onto the massage table and began to pick up the pace. Grace seemed to know the end was near and whispered to me. It's your turn.

I pushed in deep and hard and released a gushing wave of satisfaction.

Thank-you Grace for my holiday send off.

Unfortunately, I doubt I will ever get to see Grace again. With Tiffany's shutdown and the heavy turnover of girls in the rub and tug industry being what it is. I will always have the memories of the fuck with Grace. I guess knowing that you will never again get to fuck that girl again makes the experience of that fuck all the more sweeter.

Pre holiday bang with Fiona and Nada (March 2013)

The night was originally envisaged to be Fiona, Olivia and myself. Fiona throws out the line in my direction from time to time, and this time a couldn't help but take a nibble when she suggested Olivia. I love Fiona. She really is the ultimate courtesan. All class.

Fiona seems to do her homework when it comes to doubles partners, often to the extent of booking potential participants herself. This was certainly the case with my fist menage a trios - Fiona and Miss Chloe (oh how I miss her).

I hold Fiona's recommendations in high regard. So when she came up with Olivia, whom she described as a Eurasian Halle Berry, my imagination (and loins) were set alight. I did a little online stalking and was suitable intrigued. A booking was henceforth organised two weeks out... just a week before my big European adventure

I generally prefer to make bookings only a few days ahead. I'm one of those guys where anxiety  increases with the anticipation, so two weeks of anticipation was an absolute killer.

Unfortunately, the morning of the booking Olivia had to pull out. She was coming down with a cold. I was somewhat shattered. But not for long as Fiona was quick to suggest Nada.

So it was to be a night of dejavu. Fiona, Nada, myself and a room at the Grand Hyatt. A complementary, yet contrasting pair. Fiona, the intimate lover and Nada the spicy firecracker.

I love eating pussy. There's nothing as delectable as a nice, clean shaven pussy. I also love kissing and the intimacy it builds between partners. However, I feel a little of the intimacy is lost when kissing, even with passionate kissing, in a threesome. Someone also seems to be missing out. But when I'm occupied eating one of the pussies, that leave the girls free to explore it other - and that's always a turn on.

Fiona and Nada are very familiar with each other and it shows in the nature of their kissing and touching. At one stage I found myself watching a full blown lesbian sixty-nine. Fuck - that was erotic. I get hard every-time that image pops into my head.

I alternated fucking Fiona and Nada a few times in various postions. I honestly can't remember every position explored. I do, however, remember Nada straddling me in cowgirl and Fiona straddling my face, grinding onto my mouth mercilessly until she came whilst Nada moaning with each stroke on my cock.

I blew my first load of the night in missionary on top and deep inside Fiona, my face buried in her hair on the pillow. The three of use then settled down to some stimulating conversation. I love the way Nada tells interesting stories of her travels. She has a witty sense of humor. The way she chats, all the while, casually running her fingers up and down my leg occasionally brushing my recovering cock. Nada always seems to know when to kick off the action again. It's like a sixth sense.

It was a hot night. Amazing how three hours can pass so quickly.