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although not quite in the way I had hoped / anticipated, but my wife seems to be developing a belated taste for A and also confessed a fantasy to me that we are now working on...it may even involve a camera to enable a visual debut on here...

This weekend the ***** will be at the grandparents and one of my wife's best friends is staying over night. She is the only woman my fair lady has ever admitted to having a crush on and she has a reputation for being a little wild. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but it is only natural for a boy to wonder...

I'm sure you know who you are ;-)

Sinking too deep in your moist velvet heat

Losing my way through this midnight maze

Craving time never-ending when we are joined

Two become one, fervent damp twisting bliss

Cries and moans cast our wicked love spells

Urgent together until morning light comes

My lovely lady tried out her new presents to herself last night. With a little gentle encouragement from me she had acquired a petite designer' clitoral vibrator (shaped to rest along the pubic bone and with a very warm and tactile feel) and g-spot dildo (sleek, slimline, curved and black) from those lovely ladies at the Sh! store in London.

She's generally pretty sceptical about toys and tends to need  a lot of additional human intervention to supplement them before achieving success, but in this case maybe designer really is worth the money.

Relaxed by a fine glass of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, suitable mood lighting and an attentive audence of me she set about experimenting. It took her a little time to find the right angle and motion with the g-spot toy but it soon began to have an effect. She gradually changed speeds with the vibrator whilst continuing to build up pressure on her g-spot. She'd only got up to mid-speed with the vibrator and a steady, rather than powerful, thrust with the g-spot toy when her first orgasm built quickly and rippled through her.

Suffice to say the evening ended in a multiple orgasm as she pleasured herself with both toys and I took her deep in the ass ,before she made me explode with her hands all over here large, erect, cherry-pink nipples.

She had quite a long lie-in this morning. I think she was sleeping and dreaming pleasant dreams, but maybe she went back for seconds...!

Party time tonight and my lady is always fully on after an evening moving between her wine glass and the dance floor. There is something about dancing that gives her a huge, huge buzz...particularly when she draws some attention...and she always does when she dances! I'll do my best to encourage her to show off, knowing that it will be me that reaps the rewards. The best of both worlds, a little light voyeurism followed by a night of rampant sex. Can't wait ;-)

Everybody has their own preferences. Gentlemen prefer blondes so they say. Brunettes are best others claim. However, according to much of our popular tabloid culture, we are all supposed to agree that gingers are minging.

This is utter rubbish in my opinion. Nothing beats a natural redhead, a fact brought home to me by the glorious flame-haired, freckled temptress in knee-high tan boots and a brown and cream jacket / skirt combo sat opposie me in my favourite coffee shop this afternoon. Blissfully, when she stood up to leave her unenhanced figure and natural 'movement' added the final perfect touches.

I've never considered myself a real-life voyeur, but if the world was filled with such visions of loveliness how could I possibly be blamed for making 'looking' a life-long passion - so, for all the natural redheads (and for those not blessed by mother nature, but with the good sense to aspire to redheadedness) on yuvutu, I salute you!

but my better half is struck down with the shivers, shakes and sniffles so I guess yuvutu is as good as it will get for me today, but that isn't so bad I'm sure we'd all agree. So, who out there today will be fine, be divine and be my valentine?! I wish you all a fine day and lots and lots of what you fancy ;-)

It was a cold and windswept winter day. I was standing at the bus stop near the central library in with friends after the big match. My friends were laughing and joking, enjoying our victory, but I was talking to a girl. Her name was Carole and we’d known each other for years. She was quiet, studious, dark-haired and pretty in a slightly self-conscious and awkward way. I was just quiet ,studious and self-conscious. Whenever we’d bump into each other we’d always wind up talking. We had a lot in common and seemed to enjoy the company.
 

To this day I do not know what possessed me. Why did I pick that particular moment in that public space to go for my first “proper” kiss? Like most things in life I guess it had been bubbling under for a while and eventually the pressure grew to a point where my ‘cowardly-custard’ rational head could no longer over-rule my normally quiescent heart.

I remember the warmth of her body against me, driving back the winter winds. I can still close my eyes and feel how her arms tightened around me as we kissed. I also remember how cool her lips felt at first and how quickly that slight chill seemed to become a burning heat searing into me, breaking down all my normal inhibitions and defences. The sound as the rain pounded onto the bus shelter can still engulf me, beating out a rhythm that my heart surges to meet. The kiss seemed to last forever, but it must have been less than a minute.

My memories of the images are far less distinct. I’m not 100% sure what she was wearing (winter coat?), how she had her hair and whether or not she looked into me eyes. Perhaps I had my eyes screwed tightly shut to clamp down on my embarrassment and hide me from my jeering friends?

Ultimately, none of that really matters. All that matters is that kiss…and it will always be The Kiss…first forever. Not even the first time I kissed my wife occupies quite the same place in my eternal internal pantheon.

I'm a shy guy at heart and I can be quite easy to embarass, blushing colourfully. I left work a little late this evening but I was still on the tube (metro for all those non-Londoners out there) by 21.00 tonight, a time when there are still quite a lot of people about and most of them are sober!

These facts did not seem to inhibit in any way the short goth chick (in high platform boots) and her  unbelievably tall pony-tailed boyfriend who necked, kissed tongued, fondled, groped and flashed there way through a four tube station journey whilst all around them hid behind their papers / books / closed eyes and tried to ignore the moans, pants and groans.

I confess that  I stole the odd glance but I'm afraid I was far too "British" to outright stare (and don't anyone even suggest offering to join in). Unfortunately I do not habitually carry a camera with me so I cannot claim to have recorded the event to post on here - clearly a deserving home for such scenes.

My better half may have been slightly taken aback by the warmth of my greeting when I got home, but she does not seem unhappy! I hope you will all forgive me if I end this post now - we have plans!

I just got off the phone with a Polish friend of mine who has been working away from home for nearly a year. She's been bored out of her mind and every time we have spoken she has been flat, fed up and keen to get the job done and just get back to the UK. Well, it was a little different today. It seems she got herself a little drunk last night and one thing led to another...she woke up this morning with her best friend from the new business...also a she! She's a little hazy on some of the details of her first ever girl-on-girl experience, but it certainly seems to have done wonders for her mood...and it has given me a couple of new fantasies to help keep me warm at night!

and my lady wife has the toys and handcuffs out...mmmmmmmmm

a tremendous aphrodisiac. I'm tired, bruised but smiling! Thanks to all those posters who helpd a fine evening along the way with their videos.