Sugasm #44

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Lightsaber fun

I've always had a thing about Natalie Portman, I think she is one of the sexiest girls on the planet (or any other :).

L&X

EE

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

I haven't mentioned the delectable M recently, the main reason for this is that we haven't had a chance to be together for a couple of months now.

If you have read any of the previous posts, you will be aware that the vast majority (if not all) of the times that M and I have managed to be intimate together have taken place in my brothers empty flat. Unfortunately, in June, he decided to make some money and rent it out. To him, this made sense as a flat in the heart of the Edinburgh New Town can be rented for a not-inconsiderable sum, especially if it's rented to a corporate. To us it is a monumental pain in the tits.

M and I had one last fling at the flat just before the new tenants moved in. Unfortunately, she was having her period so full sex was out but, luckily, she was still in the mood and so we got down and dirty along the lines that I posted back at the end of May.

Soon after that I went off on holiday and so did she and we weren't able to even see each other for a few weeks. When we both got back we puzzled over how we were going to be able to get together in a private enough situation to, basically, fuck ourselves stupid. We both had a similar problem, schools out so both our houses were never empty for any significant length of time. Our levels of frustration grew, we met a couple of times in a coffee shop just to be together but bodily contact was limited to kissing, passionately, and to slipping a had down the front of her top to play with her hard nipple, all the time keeping any eye out in case someone who knew us came in.

Then we got lucky. Her husband went away on business for a few days and her kids went off to their grandparents, she would have the house to herself. I announced to my wife that I was going round to fix a "computer problem" for M and off I trotted to her house.

As soon as I got in the door we were in each others arms, our bodies pressing against each other, our mouths kissing furiously. She pulled my upstairs to her spare bedroom where we stood and caressed our bodies. My cock was straining against my jeans as she rubbed me, her nipples poking out through the material of her t-shirt. I quickly pulled it off and started kissing those beautiful buds, her breath coming in gasps as my teeth nibbled them. My hands slid down and undid the her jeans letting them slide down as my hand stroked the lacy material of her panties, feeling the hot wetness seeping out of her, her gasps getting more pronounced as I slid my fingers over her waiting sweetness.

She pulled off my shirt and, in one swift movement, pulled down my trousers and boxers, freeing my throbbing cock from their confines. As I stepped out of them, she dropped to her knees and started licking on my hard shaft, taking my head swiftly into her mouth.

It was only then that I noticed that the room had floor to ceiling mirrored doors on it's wardrobes. The site of the two us reflected their almost made me cum on the spot. I could see myself standing there, naked, with this beautiful girl on her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth, the black lacy panties making a splash of colour against our pale bodies. I could see M glancing round at the mirror and a smile playing on her lips as her head bobbed back and forth on my cock. She had chosen this room on purpose.

The view got even better as we climbed into bed. I lay there while she climbed on top of me, her had wrapped around my cock guiding it into her waiting pussy. I glanced around her and could see my shaft sliding into her. The view was tremendous and very, very arousing. As she moved herself up and down my shaft I could see it's length appearing and disappearing with each stroke, her juices glistening in the light on each up stroke. Her beautiful butt hole staring back at me in the mirror as I pulled her cheeks apart.

M kept glancing back herself, keen to see herself being fucked, a sight she wasn't used to seeing. She then dropped off me and lay on her front with her bum in the air. I went round behind her and slid myself back inside her. We were both enthralled by the sight of my cock pounding away at her, her bum raised so that we could both get a good view. Finally, she turned onto her back with her legs together in the air to see herself being fucked from another position.

All in all, the wait was more than worth it. The added spice of us being able to watch ourselves fucking was definitely a bonus. M must have cum half a dozen times or more during the short time we had together and being able to see the look on her own face as she did seemed to make each orgasm more intense than ever before.

We are still trying to figure out an alternative spot to meet and with our first "anniversary" fast approaching I think that a nice quite hotel out of town may be our best option. I'll keep you informed.

L&K

EE

Another sexy photo

This picture has so much that I find erotic. The girl has a body to die for, just perfect. No actual nudity but the suggestion is there with the prominant nipple and the hint of a thong.

The expression on her just visible face makes you wonder just what can't be seen on the bottom half. Is she just having a strech or is someone playing with her and and earthshattering orgasm is on it's way.

Who knows but I can dream.

L&K

EE

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Tags: erotic, erotica, mirror, camisole, nipple

Sugasm #42

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Past Pleasures

MWS posed an interesting question the other day. Basically, she was asking if we feel guilty thinking about past relationships, especially erotic thoughts.

I must admit that, prior to my marriage almost 18 years ago, I hadn't had many long term relationships, although I did have few a good flings.

I do occasionally reflect on those times with fond and, I must admit, erotic memories.

I remember quit vividly my first proper girlfriend. I was 18 and she was 17, both of us virgins. It took me some time to persuaded her to make love but the wait was worth it. Not that we were sexually inactive during our courtship. She loved to cum and frottage was our most common way to achieve this; lying on my bed grinding our crotches together until we both came (which was a bit messy :).

I still see her occasionally, she's now married with a couple of kids, and I think of her sometimes when I'm playing with myself, remembering those inexperienced fumbles, the taste of her pussy and the feel of her hand around my cock.

I also think of other ex-girlfriends when I masturbate, remembering the feel of their bodies, their smells, their tastes and their little peculiarities. Actually writing this has brought back a whole series of memories that I hadn't thought about for years.

But, back to the original question, do these memories and, especially the arousal they bring, make me feel guilty. I think the answer to that is a resounding 'no'. In a lot of ways being aroused by these memories is less of an issue that being aroused by some stranger in a picture or a movie. Those were real people that formed an important part of my formative years. I only know the whereabouts of one of them and nothing is likely to happen between us. I like to think that they occasionally feel a little dampness between their legs or a little hardening of the nipples at the memories of what happened between us.

Then again, I don't feel any guilt about having an affair. It doesn't mean I love my wife any less, indeed in satisfying a need that she can't then it makes our relationship more stable.

L&K

EE

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Tags: first love, virginity, frottage, guilt, memories